The Umbrella Chronicles.

Monday, April 09, 2007

brain issues- redone.

I just deleted a HUGE post I wrote, so I am really pissed off! But, I'm going to try to rewrite it, which isn't going to work, but, I'll try.

Okay, since, I'm bored, I decided that I would try to write a whole post with no spaces,so I will not be called a so-called "cheater", so as to make my special mental friend Chelsea, jolly. Okay, so you know that special Vista "by windows" or whatever. Yea, it's a load of crap. I didn't tell you this when you first got it, because you seemed so cheery. But all it is is the crappy PC, "i-still-get-viruses", non-innovative version of the oh-so-amazing-Mac. widgets, mac. fun noises, mac. icon zooming, mac. All the other cool stuff, MAC! So I hope you and your Screwy Vista that will have to be restarted, will load up with junk the minute you get it out, and will get viruses every other week have a good ole time together. But, only because I love you chelsea. Bill Gates can go jump off a roof for all I care. Anyway, that was about the longest car trip in the world. Karen makes everything so slow. She's cool and all but that took somewhere around 24 hours longer than it ever should've. I'm reading The Golden Compass, again. Have you read the Golden Compass? If you haven't you should. it's really good. I'm ordering the second Withern Rise book, but they are taking forever... I like how even though I'm typing in a post, I'm talking directly to you the whole time Chelsea. It's kinda funny. Whoops, i almost put a space right there. Good thing I didn't because that could've been mistaken as "cheating". I still don't understand how you can cheat on a blog. It's a blog for God's sake. Are there any other rules I shuld know about blogging for future reference. I wouldn't want to get called a cheater again. I mean that hurt deep, deep inside. I'm like so pissed off right now, and I can't even figure out why. I mean I'm typing so frikin fast right now. It's like a phenomenon how fast I'm writing. My fingers are about to explode into a million pieces. That's how fast I'm typing. I like staying at my daddy's house. He serves me coffee in the morning. I like staying with him for lots of other reasons too, though, so don't get me wrong. I bet you could guess what special time of the month it is pretty easy. if not, i'm very dissapointed in you. I decided that if I could have any room added to my house, it would be a little breakfast bar type of room like the one's that they have at hotels, with every possible muffin ever made served, and all kinds of yummy coffee, and cereals that come out of cool little turny thingamabobbers. That would be quite wonderful. Not, really though. There are lots of other rooms I would much rather have than that. For example, A full-out Music related room. Millions of wonderful albums by every worthy artist imaginable. Every musical instrument thought up. from Kazoos to drum sets. Tons of great musical equipment. Logic pro 7 to record and create wonderful music yourself. A stage to perfom wonderful music. Walls filled with great bands and artists. Or another idea. A movie theatre room. With an old-timey movie projector. And a movie library, with all the classics and every great movie out there. I would love to have a whole huge house full of rooms that all had a different cause or subject. I would have one room called the Wisdom Room that was completely white that had a huge head on the wall that knew everything you could possibly want to know. I would have three large guest rooms where only my closest friends could stay.[That's you, Chelsea!] I should probably stop before I get carried away. Oops, too late. Oooooh, I would have an Obstacle Course room, that obtained a complex obstacle course that changed everytime it was complete, so it would never get boring. I would have a room that was an indoor soccer field where you could pick the level of diffuculty of your team and the Refs were always fair. The Photography room would have my very own developments hanging all across the walls, black&white, sepia, and vibrant with color. The Travel Den would enable you to visit anywhere in the World and it would contain treasures from previous trips. There would be an enchanted garden outback with mythical creatures. Gnomes, pixies, and elves. One huge tree that reached the stars, with a bucolic but sturdy swing hanging from it's wise branches, where all the creatures of forrest-like garden would sleep once a week, they would be quite energetic, and not often need sleep. There would be a quaint but charming hotel far down the meadows, there to run and play in, with all proceeds going to charity. Children would gather in the Storytelling Parlor to hear the most spectacular tales. A room for all the costumes imaginable, where each costume would give you the power and skills of your alias. A Library where you could jump into the books and become a part of them. A room to create all the arts ever thought up, and beyond. A room of tranquility. A sound-proofed room made especially for screaming all your feelings out, no pillows required. A room filled with sweets unable to rot your insides. The Hero Room where you could meet your heroes and talk to them. Doesn't that sound absolutely magical?? -sigh- Why does the world have to suck so much? All we ever do in this place is fight. Arguing and yelling and killing and disagreeing and crying and rejecting and...can't people use their brains and figure out that all we ever do is going no where? Half the people in the world are doing all the can do, while the other half is sitting around trying to convince others of their beliefs even though it'll never be resolved. Global Warming. For those who don't believe in it, that's okay. But, don't you think that there's a teeny weeny itsy bitsy chance that it could be plausible? And if there is, wouldn't you rather stop denying it's truth and instead do something about it before it has a chance to prove it's truth. Along with all the other problems. That's just one example. We argue so much, instead of preventing what may or may not happen. We waste our time fighting against each other when we should be protecting together. I'm so tired of getting nowhere because people don't see that we are infact getting nowhere. I wish Gandhi was still alive. Gandhi would help a lot at this in our World. here should be a lot more Gandhi's out there. I'm going to wrap this up before it fails again. I'm really scared of that now. That would suck so bad. It was even longer last time. I can't believe I wrote so much of it again. Man, I have a lot of spare time. Oh well, I'll try to continue on some of these thoughts later. Love, restrained-from-hitting-the-return-button-Laura.

Slid down the rainbow at 2:16 PM

3 Comments:

At Tuesday, April 10, 2007 5:27:00 AM, Toastful said…

Wow, was that a post.
Full of wisdom, and specialness. I like it :) And, if you had a house like that, you could pretty much make that guest room of mine a permanant (how is that spelled?) one, cuz I wouldn't want to leave. I think I could get lots and lots o' writing done in the enchanted garden.
You're so special. And don't worry, I mean that in the absolute best way possible.
Oh, yeah, I don't know if there are any other blogging rule, but I'll let you know if I find/make up any more.
At Tuesday, April 10, 2007 5:28:00 AM, Toastful said…

Oh, forgot to mention:
I know Vista sucks. I knew it before I got it. And if I hadn't, I would've figured it out pretty fast. I'm not even on my computer typing this...it's too slow (needs more RAM)
At Thursday, June 28, 2007 1:50:00 PM, Toastful said…

It's June...almost July, and I'm reading this again (well, I'm done now) and it makes me smile, still. You could call the breakfast room the Breakfast Nook, because it sounds so quaint and English.
I'm so bored I need help.