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    December 30

    The Crazy Reality Frog...

    Now, it is back to my usual ranting.  Oh yes, you have had enough time away from my usual seething.  It has come to my attention, that there is an immense amount of reality television occupying our stations through out the year.  In addition, no, I do not see the point of ten or more people living in the same house for a month to win a million dollars… Hey, maybe I am just delusional, but I do not know how some people can just sit in front of the television hours at a time, watching people living in a house… What is the point?  If you want to see people living in a house, just turn off the television and watch your family… It is much more interesting (especially if you live in my house; but you don’t so scrap that thought.)

    But that’s enough Reality TV loathe from me for now… I now have to express my feelings about a certain ‘Crazy Frog’

     

    Who actually listens to this digitally animated frog, which lets out these mind bogglingly annoying sounds?  I actually found the LYRICS to this noise (yes, the lyrics to GIBBERISH)

     

    A ring ding ding ding d-ding baa aramba baa baa barooumba

    Ding ding

    Ding ding

    A Brem Brem

    A ring ding ding ding ding
    A Ring Ding Ding Dingdemgdemg
    A ring ding ding ding ding
    Ring ding
    Baa-Baa

    Ring ding ding ding ding
    A Ring Ding Ding Dingdemgdemg
    A ring ding ding ding ding
    a Bram ba am baba weeeeeee

     

    Yes, I think you’ve had enough… I’m terribly sorry to anyone who likes this song, but what…!? I’ll spare you from the rest of the song, and the horrid film clip.

    This song really irritates me, and I have no idea whatsoever how it got to be a number one song.  These days most people wouldn’t know music is Mozart hit them in the face with a violin (that’s incredibly violent music)

     

    Well enough of that, since it is New Years EVE tomorrow (I know!  It shocked me too) I’ll have a few ‘blog’ resolutions to take care of.

     

    1.  Stop swearing on my blog so much… It probably scares people.

    2.  Stop saying ‘bahaha’ so much, it probably annoys people.

    3.  Stop rambling about things that I don’t like… People probably don’t care.

    4.  Stop annoying people

    5.  Stop being so PARANOID (83%!)

     

    Thank You and Goodnight™

    Laura (Who does know good music, without Mozart having to perform extremely violent tasks with a string instrument )

     

    ON EDIT: Here are some George W. Bush quotes to fufill your dumbass of the day quota... enjoy! :)

    "I have opinions of my own --strong opinions-- but I don't always agree with them."
    - George Bush, former U.S. President

    "It is white."
    - George W. Bush, when asked what the White house was like by a student in East London

    Tell me who I am...

    Kai asked me to do this quiz, so I did... The results were weird.. some true, some not... Anyway, I'll post the results and tell me what you think.
     
    Advanced Global Personality Test Results

    Extraversion |||||||||||| 46%
    Stability |||||||||||||||||| 76%
    Orderliness |||| 20%
    Accommodation |||||||||||||||| 63%
    Interdependence |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
    Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
    Mystical |||||||||||||||||| 76%
    Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
    Religious || 10%
    Hedonism |||| 16%
    Materialism |||||| 30%
    Narcissism |||||| 23%
    Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 70%
    Work ethic |||||||||||| 43%
    Self absorbed |||||| 30%
    Conflict seeking |||||||||||||| 56%
    Need to dominate |||||||||| 36%
    Romantic |||||| 23%
    Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 63%
    Anti-authority |||||||||||| 43%
    Wealth |||||||||||||||| 70%
    Dependency |||| 16%
    Change averse |||||||||||||||| 70%
    Cautiousness |||||||||||||| 56%
    Individuality |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
    Sexuality |||||||||||| 50%
    Peter pan complex |||||||||| 36%
    Physical security ||||||||||||| 60%
    Physical fitness ||||||||||||||| 64%
    Histrionic || 10%
    Paranoia |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
    Vanity || 10%
    Hypersensitivity |||| 16%
    Female cliche |||||||||||| 50%
     

    Stability results were high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..

    Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

    Extraversion results were medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting.

     
    trait snapshot:
    messy, tough, disorganized, fearless, not rule conscious, likes the unknown, rarely worries, rash, attracted to the counter culture, rarely irritated, positive, resilient, abstract, not a perfectionist, risk taker, strange, weird, self reliant, leisurely, dangerous, anti-authority, trusting, optimistic, positive, thrill seeker, likes bizarre things, sarcastic, daydreamer
     
    You can take this quiz at http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html.  It's kind of contradicory though... Bahaha...
     
    Hope you all enjoyed a break from my primitive rambling :)
     
    Thank You and Goodnight™
    Laura (who is supposedly, Strange, Weird and likes Bizzare Things)
    December 26

    The Levels of Human Intelligence

    I am sick and tired of inhabitants of this planet, writing stupid emails, and forwards.  They are pointless, involve a minimum amount of thought, and are a waste of time.  In addition, how when you confront people about sending them, they reply, “I was just bored.”  Guess what jackass, if you were ‘just bored’ get off your ass, and go outside.  Go for a run, meet with some friends, and milk a tadpole.  I don’t know, just knock yourself out kiddo. Quite literally actually, then maybe you’ll stop wasting my time.  I enjoy annoying people when they send me these circulative emails.  For example, if it says ‘TAG, YOU’RE IT, no tag backs, send this to fifteen people, or you’ll die’ or some crap like that, I take pleasure in sending that same email to that same person fifteen times, or more.  Maybe then, they will finally get the point that it is just infuriating to have crap flooding your pristinely organized inbox.

     

    I am also sick of people whining to me about how my blog is just a ranting session, and that ‘I think I’m so tough.’  I don’t think I’m tough in the slightest.  For goodness sake people, I am a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl.  How tough could I be? And yes, It is my ranting space.  It’s my blog and I can write whatever the hell I want in it.  I also despise stupid comments like ‘just a random passing through’  that’s great, but I don’t really care.  Unless you are going to write something with the slightest, bit of intellect, just f****** pass through already, and don’t tell me about it.  I don’t CARE.  Likewise, if you want me to vote for you space, forget it.  If you ask me to, and are not my friend, Ill make in my personal duty, that you won’t receive a vote for your petty website.

     

    I know I’m rambling again, but I don’t heed to be concerned about this.  I’m worried about how dense some people are getting.  It’s a scary thought.  Sometimes I wonder if a brick wall is more intellectual than most of the humans that dwell on the surface of this planet. So call me what you will, stupid, a whiner, unintelligent, an emo, an idiot, a nerd, a blonde...  I don’t really care.  Real people don’t wear labels, and if you aren’t smart enough to see that the joke’s on you.

     

    Thank You and Goodnight™ (please note that I didn’t pay for the copyrighting of that catchphrase, but it’s mine anyway)

     

    Laura (whose intelligence level is superior to one of an ape)

    December 24

    Tis the season to Buy all the crap stores sell for Christmas...

    Well, I have just been informed that there is only six hours and fifty eight minutes until Christmas Day.

    Unlike most teenage girls Christmas lists (Mobile,  Lip gloss,  Supre SLUT skirt, and body glitter) my list is composed of only three things...

    1.  System of a Down Self Titled Album

    2.  Electric Guitar

    3.  Money

     

    That, is all.  But Christmas is so commercialised this year, it isn't even funny.  You walk into Big W, and Carols are blaring, and everyone’s dressed as a friggen elf.  It's scary to see grown men in pointy shoes asking "How may I help you?"

     

    Anyway, has anyone else noticed how slutty kids toys and fashions are now?  Remember the good old days, when Barbie used to wear a floor length gown?  Well those days are over, with the Introduction of BRATZ, MEGA SLUTS.  Yes, I actually SAW, with my own eyes a Bratz BABY, (what the hell kind of spelling is BratZ?) wearing a super short leather mini, with flab hanging out and a tube top... It's like saying "Hey kids, this chick is a teen mother worth $9.95... you can be one too!"  So the other day we were complaining about how stupid and slutty the Bratz dolls are, and the RETARDED Bratz horses, when this Blonde crack whore, with two kids, keeps on eyeing us.  Well, we were laughing but talking to ourselves, not her, and as soon as the other elderly couple left the Aisle, she started talking, (at the time, we didn't realize it was her speaking) she was saying.

    "Stupid bloody little bitches, go f*** off in another Aisle, if you don't like it.  Leave me and my f****** kids alone little whores.  Great f****** example you're setting for my kids.  F*** you skank bitches, f*** off to another aisle" and kept on rambling on how we were stupid slut hoes.

     

    Yes, I mean you are a PERFECT example to your children, swearing like that, and so abusively.  I seriously thought she was going to jump us or something.  It was uncalled for too, we weren’t talking to her.  Oh yes, and I bet your kids will want to dress just like you and the bratz dolles (she was wearing short shorts and a pretty revealing top, with platinum blonde hair and a shit load of makeup.)  so we kind of stood there for a few seconds, all of us so shocked, not saying anything, but we were all pissed off, so on the way out I said to my friends, a little louder than usual "Oh yeah. And your a mother, role model swearing in front of your two year old kids like that"  And we left, with our integrity intact, but very pissed off.

     

    Oh no.  My dad is playing CHRISTMAS CAROLS... He who HATES them, is playing "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" how inappropriate. We live in Queensland, and its 38 f****** degrees, so I seriously doubt, in exclusion of a nuclear winter, that it is going to snow.  More like, we are going to melt.

    Well I must linger around the house for nine more minutes until we leave, to go to a Christmas dinner (“my god Laura, can’t you remove that horrible black nail polish!  And you’re wearing the jeans AGAIN”)  So I must wish all of you a Merry F****** Christmas… and hope that you all get what you want.

     

    Oh my god, he is now playing BACKSTREET BOYS!  I must commit suicide.  What happened to the Father I used to know who played AC/DC and Led Zeppelin vinyls? I think the Christmas spirit has altered his taste in music.  Wait, backstreet boys ISN’T MUSIC.

     

    Thank You and Goodnight™

     

    Laura (The Fourteen-year-old non Pentecostal schoolgirl)

     
    December 15

    An Insult to all Acceptable Prank Calls

    Some insolent moron just prank called me.

    Below I will write out the conversation, as I have nothing better to do, and to display to all you amateurs out there, this is not a way to prank call someone.

     

    Call Number One

     

    Unknown Moron: Ya nose! I got ya nose!

     

    :DIAL TONE:

     

    Leaves me thinking, what… the f***?

     

    Call Number Two:

     

    Unknown Moron: (Background Noise) Hello.

    Me: What the f*** kind of prank call was that? Are you trying to shame the whole history of prank calling, by your crappy insults and non-comical topics?

    Unknown Moron: I dunno.

    Me: Who the f*** are you, moron?

    Unknown Moron: I dunno. You can have your nose back now. I don’t want it. It smells.

    : HANGS UP ON THE UNKNOWN MORON:

     

    Now, I am going to criticize this excuse of a prank call.

     

    Okay, who the hell prank calls someone at 9.30 PM? I bet they’re just having one last call before mummy says “Snookums, it’s beddy time! Let me read you a story!” And what the hell kind of gangster are you talking like “I dunno” in an extremely female high pitched voice. Come to think of it, the caller was a female, or a male on oestrogen. Speak English jack ass. And you don't know who you are? My suggestion: get off the crack, and take a f****** english lesson. And Further more, the topic chosen to prank call me was even worse than ‘Is your refrigerator running?’ A lack of imaginative insults, as my nose ‘smells’ (Oh, you got me there, I’m so offended.) This is an insult to all prank callers out there. Fortunatly, the prank caller wasn’t as moronic enough to leave on caller ID. Damn their private number to hell.

     

    Usually when prank called, I twist with people minds. Last time, I pretended to be an Indian Telemarketer, and the time before that, a cop. Yes, I find the reaction I get when I am an enforcer of justice, rather satisfying. But tonight, I’m too tired to think up of an actually acceptable insult, so I’ll just let the caller bathe in her idiodicy.

     

    Thank You and Goodnight™

    Laura (who knows how to formulate a kick-ass prank call)