just importin' Liverpool 8 into itunes...

I GOT A TON OF RINGO CDS! AND I FINALLY GOT HELP! well... didn't get to go trick or treating my self, but I got to carry my sister's bag AND I GET A SESAME SEED CANDY! I just love those... well... I was going to say something... oh yeah, WHO ARE YOU Mrs. D. Mindglobbin?????? just wondering... just in case your like a relative or something... OR SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS ME... but still, even if your not, I'd still like to know basically... I LOOKED UP MINDGLOBBIN AND I GOT NOTHING... eh, whatever, just when anybody comments on my writing, I figure it's usually some adult I know, and if it's not, I like to know who it is.... well.... I am very tired... AND I AM 4732 DAYS OLD!!! =D

in the 113,544th hour of my life...

I AM MORE THAN 6,800,000 MINUETS OLD!!! So, it all started when I was born, somewhere around 20:30. Remember last night? the night I talked about "MR. MILTON, YOU BARE LEGGED WOMAN!", I have no idea why, exept my only explanation is that last night, I finally got some sleep afterwards after being awake for 42 HOURS STRAIGHT NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP. your own bed works wonders, you know. now, what you DIDN'T witness (unless you were in the car) was that in my 42nd hour, on my way home I started mumbling, in a weird, half conscious state...
this is what my sister typed on her ipod touch about it (a few things corrected, and the "...." represents things she couldn't quite hear, and the slashes when she "woke me up" and I became aware of myself):

stuff I heard from [my real name]'s mental muttering at night (being awake for 41-42 hours straight)


.....death....death.......killing.....kill..../ ....broccoli, oh.. went to boston...................................../...santa is comming to town............../ cheries (short snicker)... murdering..../

it's like an orange grapefruit (half concious)

moonshade licks the robin..... call that a handmail boy? what a shame..... tasty mustard.............................. try to capture your souls..................... egg whites are in the pantry.../ ............... beutiful eyes though, come to my table........./...look like a lime.......beutiful mustache........dancing frogs....../...did I ever tell you about the potato chips? so tasty.......(something about growing up) ..... fluffy kitty.../ don't go going after the short hairs....... I wanted a blue raspberry... no it was green... tasted like....... no, no, it's a gnome........ beutiful mustache....think of yourself golden... fire....treefrogs.... the amazon..... the golden one...... the golden boy.../......you have beutiful eyes..../purple diamonds....

okay, BACK TO ME, 89000007 TYPING HERE! and later, some how I remember myself, yelling something about "THE LEPRECHAUN! HOW COULD THEY? THE POOR LEPRECHAUN! NO! NO! NO! NOHM! IT'S A GNOME! IT'S A GNOME! IT'S A GNOME!!!!!!!
weird. then later I remember violently shaking uncontrollably for quite a while afterwards in my bed... I've had things kind of like that before but VERY mild... like random jolts up my spine causing my sholder and head to shake randomly... I wonder if that's some kind of seizure... ah, whatever... I think I'll get to sleep... AND I AM 4731 DAYS OLD!!! =D

ON MY 41ST HOUR OF AWAKENESS....

AND I am wide awake, but yet asleepish... I keep on talking nonsence and I don't know why... I just said something about vegtables taking over the world to marry onions, hate and love then thinking them as GORRILLAS? I really don't know... Whoa... the stuff is floating and all fuzzish... well... what was I doing... I seriously forgot, all I know is I AM POSTING ON MY BLOG RIGHT NOW... my teeth keep on tripping over my tounge...
and it dosn't stop, it goes ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON- THE NUMBER NINE! okay... hopefully I can get to sleep in my own bed... I just hope me sweet life on it, cluttered with... UGH! ALL THOSE BITTER SPOTS AND GROSS ARTIFFICIAL SUGAR! iff happiness was suger, then I would have THAT GROSS ARTIFICIAL FAKE KIND THAT IS LIKE D;AOHSE;TJA;JENFXDKBV WHAT THE FATS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SOLDIER! YOUR SUPPOSDED TO KILL PEOPLE FOR NOTHING!!!! JUST GO ON AND TAKE THE SUNFLOWERS TO YER SWEET  GRAN GRANS AND WE ALL SHINE ON, LIKE THE MOON AND THE STARS AND THE SUN- THEY SPELLED IT WRONG! 2 RS 2 RS!!! RR RR RR!!!! THE LETTER OF THE FIRE- MR. MILTON! GET YER TROUSERS ON YOU BARE LEGGED WOMAN! just saying, the skirt is way too short for winter- WOW I JUST REALISED WHAT I WAS DOING- I am totally serious- for the last few minuets I was in some sort of trance... oh well... GOT TO GO, BRUSH YOUR TEETH 300 TIMES A DAY.

2 MINUETS MAN...

remember when I said I didn't get to sleep the whole night and I still couldn't get to sleep at like 3? I AM STILL AWAKE. frankly, I have never done this before, AND I DON'T REALLY LIKE IT... I have gone like almost EXACTLY 36 hours without sleep... I SIMPLY CAN NOT GET TO SLEEP... well... drew a few pictures, wrote a few paragraphs! layed around multiple pathetic minuets... well... actually a little more than 36 hours without sleep... weird. AND I'M- some number of days old. GOOD DAY! or night. what ever time of day/night the world is in right now, where ever you and yer brain and yer eyes may be...

 

He heard a series of sharp knocks on the door. At the time he was sitting at his desk, wanting to ignore the world around him. He hated it. Back and forth, this and that, “Oh Felix, bet you can't do that!” “Oh Felix, you'll die within your first minuet of a battle if you fight like that!” “you call that muscle? I bet my grandmother could do better than you- and she's dead!” “Please. Just this once,” he thought. It was probably Gloratio coming to bother him again. He stayed dead silent, hoping for whoever to just leave. Just leave him be. He heard the sharp knocks again, only harder. No, he thought to himself, it sounded like a smaller hand, more delicate, gentle, not Gloratio' meaty fist, pounding against his door like it usually would, day after day. He listened to it carefully, the knocking became more rapid and desprate, and he thought he heard sobbing- the sobbing of a maiden, one he had known for a long time. He leaped out of his chair, so panically and sudden that he knocked it over so it tumbled to the ground bashing against his ankle, and he hopped to the door holding it. He frantically attemted to undo the lock and eventually got to open that heavy, cursed door that had separated him from his problems many times before. When he opened the door his face grew hot and his heart skipped a beat, he saw a face, a beautiful face-

It was Mira. When he saw her, it had reminded him of when in his childhood he had found a young dove, caught in one of the hunter's traps, bleeding and struggling. When he opened the door, he saw her, tears streaming down her face, some cuts on her arms and her face, wrapped in a small, thin white cloth, stained with blood from the cuts on her chest and legs. Immediately she sprung into his arms, sobbing, which made his head grow rather light and his face burn, and his vision get all blotchy and blurred... 

and WHY did I put that on there? I don't know... I'll probably regret it in the morning... at least I did have half a mind to cut it there.. well, well, no one will read it anyways... just so I have some sort of accomplishment that I did at least SOMETHING today... yeah, 2 of them I just quickly decided their names today... somewhere around hour 30... not the main ones of coarse, the- oh yes, Felix didn't even get to the part mentioning Validus, or what ever his name was, did he? ah well... he'll probably end up burned... or hung... or fatally wounded... or have some other unfortunate "Accident" befall him... Felix is a peaceful man (or boy, or man, I'm really not sure at this age of him, or even the exact year) so he probably wouldn't do it... but Conlee... yes, I think he would wish to protect his first daughter... AH WELL... WHATEVER....

I CAN NOT SLEEP AT ALL.

so.... I HAVE BEEN UP FOR THE LAST HOUR DRAWING AND LISTENING TO ADVENTURES IN ODYSSEY! I think I am one of the first 5 people to hear this brand new one on the day it's aired in my time zone... DO YOU LIKE HIM? I haven't done the coat of arms on his shirt yet...

I HAVE ALL THE LAYERS OF HIS CLOTHING ON THE PROGRAM AND IT TAKES FOREVER... and I have this giant painful zit on my face... well... I'll keep on drawing... AND I'M 4730 DAYS OLD!!! =D





















3:54- JUST FINISHED

REALLY TIRED for some reason...

well... THIS IS A SAD ADVENTURES IN ODYSSEY... just drawing Prince Alexzander's complete uniform... I think I need some water... WHY AM I SO TIRED THIS TIME OF NIGHT? well... can sleep in tomorrow... I HAD A DREAM WITH 2 KITTENS IN IT, and I held them for a while, and they were really nice, and I pet them for a long time, until after a while of them being entirely calm, one of them bit me, which made a sound like an organ playing a ill sounding chord... then a third one appeared and the second one bit me, making the same noise, and I tried it on the piano in the dream and it was something like CEF... or CDE... well, I'll try it! AND I'M 4729 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I HAVE OFFICIALLY MOVED FROM "UNDER ACHIEVER" TO "OVER ACHIEVER"!

I have so far COMPLETED ALL MY HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENTS AS FAR AS IN ADVANCE AS POSSIBLE!!! yeah... soo... that is like impossible for me... LET'S SEE HOW MANY MORE DAYS UNTIL I CAN GET ON TO DA! 19 DAYS! over a million seconds :( ... OH! I JUST PUT A HOLD ON A TON OF CDS IN THE LIBRARY! they only had one cd of George's... BUT THEY HAD A LOT OF RINGO! AND ALL OF THE BEATLE'S STUFF!yeah... so... AND I AM CURRENTLY 4728 DAYS OLD!!! =D

SOO TIRED

POST MORE LATER, and I'M 4727 DAYS OLD!!! =D

so yeah… JUST POSTIN ON ME BLOG MAN

I am SO TIRED… need to get to bed… I GOT TO DRAW SOMETHING PRETTY. I am coming up with the uniform for Prince Alexzander of Aurevitia (like around year 332 I think) of coarse he is crowned king of the entire known world soon after, entire Arria (exept for Anquandantia who was always a peaceful independent nation and Viridan, who he leaves to govern themselves, and of coarse Cyranesia sort of governs themselves but are tied to Aurevitia and are very loyal and later the king I forget the name of dies and Damian becomes king) and then leaves the Aurevitian throne to Caelian and the Laevirian throne to Daysari… JUST A LITTLE AUREVITIAN HISTORY LESSON… and of coarse then Caelian names his first son after Alexzander and one day he grows up to be King Alexzander II of Aurevitia… WOW I know a lot about a world in my mind… oh well… AND I'M 4726 DAYS OLD!!! =D

BABY MERLIN GETS A BABY DRAGON!

And the Beatles' first manager sold them for £9. NINE POUNDS!!!! FAIL!!!! even just ONE of Ringo's nose hairs is worth AT LEAST 100x that much!
see what I mean? (I am a proud member of RSNG MAN.) Ringo Starr's Nose Guards! yeah, this is one of those posts when I lay in bed afterwards and think "...man, I got too many people readin' that thing..." BUT HEY- ooh, I just realized how weird but hey sounds... WOW I am so freakishly immature...- well... just the purpose of this is to hope my life has meaning in providing about a dozen people around the world every day a little slice of mild entertainment. THE THINGS ON MY BLOG, YES, THAT'S REALLY ME. NOTHING IS A LIE. I can't help but to keep on starring at that picture of Mr. Starkey... well, at least it's keeping my mind off of- AH, THERE IT IS- that longing of an electric guitar... well, at least I have a guitar, I should be grateful, and I am, but of coarse, you normally always want something! I wonder what he's doing... the ways his hair is blowing in the wind- WHAT YEAR IS THAT? I mean the picture being in color, the length of his hair? his location HAD to be outside of the UK... weird... well... anyways... AND I AM VERY TIRED AND 4725 DAYS OLD!!! =D