Of Ninjas and Pink Socks

The ranting and ravings of one who is just inches away from the edge of sanity.

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I'm a redheaded teenager trying to cope with life as a choco-holic.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

If I Ruled the World

Yes, I know, its been months. I blame the gnomes.

Anywho, ever wander what the world will be like when I rule the world? Well, here's your chance:

If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweasel
Your first name:
How you gained your rule:
Your title is:Your Majesty - straight-up, no fuss
Your symbol is:a crown, because, um, you wear one
You rule from:a tower surrounded by circling dragons!
At your side is:the band who plays your theme song
Your enforcers, troops, and guards are all:sexy elves with swords
Your most popular law is:"Whack Your Boss With A Dead Fish" Day
Your least popular law is:Hot people register for draft; hey, your guards get old
Your worst enemy is:that last step down from the throne - it's steep!
Your popularity rating is:
68%
Your chance of being overthrown is:
99%

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

Peace?

No. I ain't dead. I've just been... me! But anywho, yeah.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Since it's been a while...

...I thought I would post some of the more acurate/funny ones.

I am a Haunter!

You Should Get an Abstract Tattoo

Artistic and unique
You're the most likely type to personally design your tattoo

Saturday, November 04, 2006

That's The Way I Like It... Not

The first marking period of school had officially ended. The halls filled with the cries of everything from jubilation to desperation as the pupils received their credit due by means of report cards.

Down in the basement, a certain redheaded bookworm of Scandalnavian decent leaned up against her locker, attempting to ignore the commotion around her.

Wide eyes scanned the blue and white page in front of her. It appeared that the Lady had gotten straight 'A's again.

But wait...

The smirk that had been working its way across her face as she stared at the percentage grade in front of her French 'A’ disappeared.

99.4


Where you even aloud to take that much off for lack of class participation?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Who Put That Camera There?



Got this in an email a while back. Lost the email, and don’t know where it came from or who made it, so I just give credit to where it is do.

Please don't sue me.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Singing a Rainbow

A poem. Written by me for you.

If I could sing a rainbow,
Right now today.
If I could sing a rainbow,
Just to make you stay.

Honey, you know I would.
Honey, if only I could.

If I could sing the sunshine,
Just to see you smile.
If I could sing the sunshine,
To make you stick around awhile.

Honey, if only it were that easy.
Honey, if only the world weren't so... busy?

If I could sing the winning lottery numbers,
I'd never ever tell you.
'Cause now that I think about it,
I never really liked you.

Honey, this is good-bye.
Honey, please don't cry.
Honey... why am I still calling you that?

Man, I hope you know your fat.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Lady Xixy does VBS: The Inside Story

Day One:
The Pink Lady checks in at the registration table under the alias of 'Rebecca'. After being assigned to a large group of the smallest mortals, Xixy is promptly squirted by a fish by the name of Freddy.

Day Two:
Lady Xixy continues to guide under the name Rebecca. She steals a small squirt gun and uses it to discipline her charges. She also eats a smoothie.

Day Three:
A book is brought along. The Pink Lady drinks lots of Mt. Dew, changes her alias to 'Herman-Bob the III,' and generally ignores people.

Day Four:
Xixy's true identity is discovered. Due to the graphic nature of the day's following events, nothing else will be said.

Day Five:
Xixy's other true identity is discovered. She goes all 'whahhh' and shoots everyone with 'The Happy and Completely Harmless Gnome Laser.' Reprises her role as a VBS tribal dance. Passes out due to sugar overdose.

Lady Xixy does VBS

Yes, you heard correctly. Lady Xixy, the ninja alter ego of the warrior princess Oathar and host of the Weckage, took a turn as a guide for a local church's Vacation Bible School.

Along for the ride was 'The Happy and Completely Harmless Gnome Laser,' a super soaker from her armory.

For five lovely days, the Pink Lady took it upon herself took teach the tender minds of the program the good news that is Jesus, the rewards of living a good life, and how one should properly go about being the senior member of a church's choir loft tribal dance team.

Now the time is over. Prepare for the coverage.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

The Waiting Game

It’s long and monotonous. Waiting, I mean.

Come three o'clock Saturday morning, I will be setting out with the rest of my family in a mini-van bound for the Outer Banks, North Carolina.

My summer thus far has been crappy, as well as quite boring. So I have been waiting in a patient manner for the chance to get third-degree burns on a southern coastline.

But no that it is so close, waiting is so much harder.

I suppose that I'll just have to console myself by trying to find sunscreen with an SPF of 126, the kind for albinos.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Since Ya'll Wanted to Know

Your Bunny Look Is
"Beauty & Brains" Boy Brief


Admit it. You wanted to know this.

Friday, June 30, 2006

I Went Around the Corner

Well I went around the corner,
And I went around the block,
And I walked right into a donut shop,
And I picked up a donut, hot off the grease,
And I handed the lady a five-cent piece.

Well she looked at the nickel,
And she looked at me,
And she said, "This is no good to me,
There's a hole in the middle,
And it goes right through."

And I said "There's a hole in my donut, too.

Thanks for the donut, so long,"

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Do YOU know the Muffin Man?- An Interview with the Rainbow Macaroni

"Macaroni, Macaroni, Macaroni, Macaroni! Put the cheese in the middle, and what do you get?"

And so said my slightly crazy, random cousin. Here is a transcript of the interview I conducted with her.

A finished copy of this article will appear in July's Macaroni Journal.

Ninja of Pink Socks: So... how is it going?

Rainbow Macaroni: Is that a threat?

NoPS: Do you like Potatoes?

RM: ……Yes, but in Soviet Russia potatoes like you!

NoPS: When did you first realize that you were in a love triangle involving a chipmunk by the name of Jimmy and the Muffin Man?

RM: Do you know the muffin man? Besides, the muffin man exploded, because I over cooked him. I fed him to Jimmy while he frolicked around with his pink unicorn, Brandon, while singing, “All around the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought it was all for fun. POP, goes the weasel.”

NoPS:
How do you feel about the latest attempts of the lawn gnomes to infiltrate the secret layer of the pink hamsters?

RM: I believe the Jason, Freddy Cougar, and Snuggle the laundry detergent bear will do a good job.

NoPS: Do you ever wish that you could light a third-world country on fire?

RM: Why are you telling me of you plans for world domination?

NoPS: Please explain.

RM: [laughs head off] Well, it all started when my cousin came up to me and asked, “Do you ever wish that you could light a third-world country on fire?” I replied, “Why are you telling me of you plans for world domination?” She replied, “Please explain.” I replied, “Well, it all started when my cousin came up to me and asked, “Do you ever wish that you could light a third-world country on fire?” I replied, “Why are you telling me of you plans for world domination?” She replied, “Please explain.” I replied, “Well, it all started when my cousin came up to me and asked, “Do you ever wish that you could light a third-world country on fire?” I replied, “Why are you telling me of you plans for world domination?” She replied, “Please explain.” I replied, “Well, it all started when my cousin came up to me and asked, “Do you ever wish that you could light a third-world country on fire?” I replied, “Why are you telling me of you plans for world domination?” She replied, “Please explain.” Ect, ect.

NoPS: In the form of a limerick, please describe why I totally PWN!!!!

RM: By whose standers do you ‘PWN’

NoPS: Have you ever considered eating pennies because they were made in a 'mint'?

RM: Possibly, excuse me while I get the help of mindless rainbow macaroni from the fourth dimension to answer that.

NoPS: Death by evil computer program or Russian car?

RM: OMG, OMG, OMG! I like so totally know this question! It’s death by evil computer program. 1 point me and 0 points for the Russian car

NoPS: Whatever. Well, I must declare that this has most certainly been an interesting interview, but unfortunately, I must run to catch a flight to Antarctica for the reunion of my old Viking ship, Enterprise. I used to serve as a bar dancer/ priestess for that ship. Good times, good times.

NoPS: Any closing comments?

RM: [pats head] Good for you.

NoPS: ....Okay, that will do... I suppose...

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Signs You've Been In Band Too Long

Nope, didn't write it. I found it instead at a hand out at Band Camp. Sadly, I am guilty of far too many of these.

1. When you hear music and start marking time.

2. When you walk behind someone and you're in step with them.

3. When you try to guess the tempo of your favorite song.

4. When all your friends are in band.

5. When you don't mind changing clothes on the bus. (*shudders*)

6. When you point out key changes and dynamics while listening to the radio.

7. When every guy/girl you're interested in is in the band.

8. When you LIKE wearing your uniform. (Right...)

9. When people ask you about your social life and you say, "Oh, you mean my flute/trumpet/drum?"

10. When you consider your music lyre a fashion accessory.

11. When you've had a 'trombone-ectomy.' (WTF?!)

12. When you practice your instrument more than you walk your dog. (Or cat...)

13. When winning a 'Flank-Off' is more important than getting and 'A' in Algebra II.

14. When people worry when they DON'T see you with your instrument. (In my case 'do')

15. When 'armed' guard' means a girl with a pole instead of a guy with a gun.

16. When band camp is FUN. (*dies*)

17. When you respond to 'band geek.'

18. When you realize that there aren't hills, sidewalks, and ruts on a 'REAL' football field.

19. When you remember sharps and flats more easily than your name.

20. When you 'dress-down' the lunch line, and urge others to do the same. (*blank stare*)

21. When you think that Frisbee IS played with drumheads. (It's what Ghetto bands do)

22. When '8-to-5' feels normal.

23. When your instrument has a name. (ALL BOW DOWN BEFORE DARTH-FLUTE!!)

24. When you remember your instrument's birthday, and forget your mom's.

25. When making a rank is your biggest accomplishment of the day.

26. When back marching no longer reminds you of ballet. (O_o)

27. When you give your instrument a birthday party.

28. When you use electrical tape because you forgot black socks. (Hey, that was my idea!)

29. When your uniform fits. (Is that possible?)

30. When you see your band section more often than you see your family.

31. When you think your band section IS your family. (Complete with the hatred and feuds)

32. When everyone wants to 'kill' the other football team, you want to 'kill' the other band.

33. When you have dreams about selling candy bars.

34. When you think evening practices should last a half hour longer. (*dies* Take II)

35. When you accidentally call your band director 'Dad.' (*dies* Take III)

36. When you CAN sight-read.

37. When you can put on your uniform in less than 4 minutes. (Try fewer than two, punk)

38. When reeds taste good. (I prefer to smoke them...)

39. When fast food is a part of your daily diet.

40. When you think your 'Tam-beret' looks cool. (Sure...)

41. When marking time is your favorite form of exercise.

42. When you have a neck strap/harness tan line.

43. When you subconsciously start practicing a new song with a pencil.

44. When numbers past 8 aren't important.

45. When you're more opinionated about the Keith/Roosevelt band rivalry than who is going to win the Super Bowl. (Steelers PWN)

46. When you roll-step through the cafeteria so you don't spill your lunch.

47. When you rather practice than read this list. (Or type it...)

48. When letters past G aren't important.

49. When you don't mind getting up at midnight to take a 6 hour bus ride so that you can compete for the whole morning and throw up on park riders, just to take a 6 hour bus ride home that gets you there at 4 am the next morning.

50. When you get the jokes on this list. (...)

A Pulse Remains

Yes, I know. Both this place and the Tic-Tac Inquirer haven't gotten updated since and end of ever.

For the record, I blame finals and TV.

Fear not my dears, as my schedule looks lighter from here on out. Hopefully, I be able to keep this updated, as well as get through all of the work that need to be done on the TTI.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

The Band Director Conspiracy: Take II (Plus Sharpies)

As I have said before, caffeine brings out the worst in people.

I consumed a rather large amount as I walked home from band practice earlier.

This made me thing back over the incidents concerning band that had occurred in the past week.

I am a very laid back person, so when he, the band director, placed me in third flute, more out of spite than ability, I let it slide. After all, I still had to survive another year after this with him. (My junior high goes up to ninth grade.)

I was even at peace enough to turn the other cheek as be cut me out of all the good parts of the one of the selections for the concert, even though I was one of the few who could play them correctly.

He was pushing his luck as he later openly insulted my in front of the entire band, and he knew it.

But then he went even further.

As many know, my younger sister is innocent blood in this feud. But he sees her as fair game.

It was still early first period when one of my friends in the clarinet section came up to me.

"You're sister looked pretty upset during sectionals this morning," she had said.

I tilted my head in confusion. After all, she was one of the better people in the section, and an earlier line up had put in at the very front of second clarinet, something that made me overjoyed with pride.

"He placed her in the last chair," my friend said solemnly.

I could feel my face burning and my anger welling.

I knew of the hostility that my sister had faced when she first entered the band, but this one just uncalled for. He had no right.

I sat quietly for the rest of that day, and all through after school band practice, venting my aggression through glares of daggers.

As I walked home, my anger turned itself into vivid fantasy.

He would be at school early the next day, and no one would be around for an hour or so. My athame would do the job well enough, and there was a spare tube case in the bunker. No one would notice the body for at least a week or two, long enough for me to formulate an alibi...

My train of though was interrupted by a scream of "Sharpies!!!" by my younger sister.

Mom came up to be and placed three Sharpie Minis in my palm. "These are yours sweetie," she said as she brushed a red strand from my face.

All of my evil thoughts were pushed from my mind. Peace fell over me again, and all was good.

P.S. ((I have already named them. Lala(turquoise), Dhoom(purple), and Blinky(pink highlighter).))