Five Non-kinky Things to do After Dark

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a girl alone at night must be in want of something to do. See what I did there? Intertextuality, people! Anyhootballs, we all know that I loves me some nighttime. In fact, without fail, I am the last person up and about in my house. Usually I stay in my room, with the door shut, because my day-dwelling parentals like to think I go to sleep at the same time as them. However, the past few nights, I've been trying to see just how much I can get away with. Trying to sneak around your house, for little to no reason, is no mean feat when you have the co-ordination of a sloth on drugs. Luckily for this slothy, people in my house don't mind sounds that could indicate their house is being robbed, or they like to ignore them. So, you're probably wondering what the heck I've been up to. On with the list!

1. Pretend to be a zombie.
This one, I trialed last night. Wait until everyone is in bed, and the house is pitch black (or as close to this as you can possibly get). Walk through every room of your house, covering as much distance as possible, with your arms extended and flopping like a zombie. If you're really keen, you can make deathly noises, but I didn't go that far. It would kinda defeat the purpose of this activity anyway, seeing as the aim is to make as little noise as possible a.k.a try not to whack into everything with your zombie arms. I did fairly well at this, for me. Though, despite having arms outstretched, I did somehow manage to walk face-first into a door frame. Ouch.

2. Run away.
So, two nights ago, I tested the theory that I could run away from home without my parents noticing. I packed some stuff into a bag, got dressed, and turned off the light in my room, which was of course the only light still on. I would like to add a disclaimer here, and tell you all that I had no intention of running away from home because there's nowhere interesting to go in my neighbourhood. And I love my family and home very much. Aaaanyway, you have to sneak across the house, fully dressed, without anyone noticing that you're even out of bed. This would have been easy, if not for the fact that my darn boots liked to make lots of noise on the tiles, so I had to move at the pace of a slug to get them to be quiet. Once you get to a door that you know hasn't been locked with a key, open it. Pray that you don't do what I did, and choose a door that has a set of blinds, a glass door and a sliding door to get through. Yeah, I swear it took me 15mins just to get the door open and closed again. Then, sneak across your front yard without turning the sensor lights on, and jump over the fence, because the electric gate is bound to make too much noise. Aaaand, you're out! Too bad I had nowhere to go. I decided to lie down on the grass and stargaze for half an hour before starting the whole process in reverse. This is time consuming, painful and redundant. Therefore, I totally recommend it.

3. Do the 'pencil test' and play limbo in the dark.
For all of you familiar with Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (although, I'm sure this actually has origins somewhere else), the pencil test is where you stick a pencil between your boobs. If you squeeze 'em together and the pencil stays, you have enough boobs. If it falls to the ground, or you find yourself saying "Pencil, what pencil? Where'd it go? ZOMGMYBOOBSATEMYPENCIL!" then you either have too little or too much in the boobage department. It is a shallow and altogether pretty degrading 'test' that doesn't really indicate anything, because good boobs are in the eye of the beholder. Anyway, you'll all be happy to know that I apparently have perfectly sized breasts. Dear God, I am so ashamed that I just said that. I'm only comfortable writing about this, because I really don't put any sexual-ness on boobs. They're just fat and mammory glads, whoop-dee. That said, I don't exactly have any experience in intimate tiemz, so I'm not the most qualified to knock them off the list of sexualised body parts. Okay, this is reeeeally going down the wrong path. The aim of 'pencil-test-limbo' is to try and limbo under things, without the pencil falling out from... Yeah. Oh, and seeing as it's in the dark, you can't really see where your limbo piece of furniture etc. is, sooo, good luck not hitting it. And no, this is not anything weird or kinky, it's just for lolz. I'd like to see a guy attempt this haha.

4. Stargaze.
Now, for something more normal. Seriously, just going out and looking at the stars can be so good for you. I find that it gives you the opportunity to get perspective on your life and what's really important. It also allows you to clear your mind, because you're away from worldly temptations like the Internet. And, let's face it, the night sky is just so beautiful. You can make up your own constellations, or look for the ones that you already know. Or both. If you're religious, I also recommend having a chat with God under the stars. These seem to go better for me than when I'm cooped up indoors, and maybe it could work for you too.

5. Rob your own house.
Not for real, because that would just be dumb. Taking things from areas of your house, and then replacing them, can be quite a fun game. Especially when you get really daring, and try to take things from beside people's beds and then- "OHCRAPTHEYMOVED! FREEZEANDPRAY!" I've found that replacing said objects proves to be even harder than taking them in the first place, because you can't exactly just run if you're trying to put it back. It's also great to pretend to be a ninja, while 'robbing'. Trying to make lol-ful nunchucks out of old earphones and assorted desk-dwelling-objects isn't so great. Excalibur was so ashamed of me. I got given a look of "U fail."

So, there you have it. For those of you who, like me, don't like to get up to weird kinky stuff a night, you now have a list of weird, pointless, random, weird, crazy, weird things to do. I can't believe I managed to hold in my laughter while trialing these things, because some of my escapade were quite hilarious. Plus, I'm not known for being able to contain laughter at times that I need to. Hope you are enjoying equally random, but not equally weird escapades in your own lives. Peace out, kiddiechunks!

Life in Cartoon Motion.

SUPERJUICYBALLSERIFICTASTICNESS! When a post starts off that epic and hyper, you know I'm in a good mood. Fellow internet-dwelling-lifeforms, I am in a very good mood. This sudden ascension in feelings is quite random, but justified. Who could be of ill nature, when I four day weekend was ahead of them? Sure, I just discovered that I have an ExtEng assignment due weeks sooner than I thought, and after being made to do a self-analysis of myself in Rave today, I have realised just how much I fail at life. These factors shall not break my stride, for the angel of nonsensical happiness only visits me at the changing of the moon cycle. Actually, the whole new moon cycle is a coincidence. Or, if you're into that sort of thing, you could argue that it isn't. My life really has seemed much better since the commencement of this new moon cycle. So, let us all dance around like lunatics and praise the hunk of heavenly rock, for reigning it's blessings on me.

Well, I am totally in tune with the moon. I know I've said this before, but my middle name means 'moon goddess' and is derived from alternate name for the Greek God of the moon. And, if I had the choice, I would probably be partly nocturnal. Okay, I'll admit it: I already am partly nocturnal. I'm like a cat. Oooh, that really is an excellent symbol for me. Apart from my feline-like features, I am intelligent, non-dependent on others, I have a great deal of pride, I choose when I want company and when I do not, I love the night, but I also love curling up in a warm bed and falling asleep, amongst many other things.

Excalibur clearly isn't impressed by my neko-girl behaviour.

This totally reminds me of Shugo Chara, which I have now watched 5 episodes of. I'm actually really enjoying it! I think, once you watch one magical girl anime, your suspension of disbelief in regards to any plot just increases by an infinite amount. This is my third (arguably fourth, seeing as I watched Sailor Moon as a child) magical girl anime, so it didn't phase me when main character Amu suddenly had guardian characters that hatched out of the eggs that were the desires in her heart, helping her to be her "would-be-self". Anyway, when Amu met Ikuto for the second time, she called him a "perverted cat cosplayer", which amused me to no extent. I mean, he totally had it coming, seeing as he had cat ears and a tail the first time they met, and he's not exactly, erm, not perverted. For example, following this comment, he tries to steal her remaining unhatched egg, and ends up straddling her, and she's all like "Why do you want my eggs?" It was such a Does This Remind You of Anything moment. Did I mention that he's seventeen, and she's only twelve? Pedo! Not that that stops me from shipping them like crazeballs. And I do not totally forgive the many weird things that Ikuto does just because he is total mancandy. I'm not that shallow, nooo.

Nah, I'm not actually that shallow. It's just usually an obvious visual metaphor to give the characters who are darker in personality/more messed up attractive dark hair. And those just happen to be the sorts of characters that I like. C'mon guys, everyone likes some good ol' fanbait. I almost feel ashamed to like this character though, because most of his fans are pretty disgraceful. Yesterday, I read on a forum that someone liked him because they liked the idea of him being a sexual predator. Firstly, he may be a bit of a tease, but sexual predator? I don't think they'd actually put someone like that in a shojo series. Secondly, anonymous person, you need counselling. I know that like, most of the internet world has strange fetishes and weirdness, but that's just kinda messed. /sighs/ Thank goodness Fakir fangirls are usually much more rational and intelligent. He still pwns all other male anime characters, just sayin'.

Gawshsnapdangit! Anime got me off track... again. This post has kind of been written over the space of a few hours. In between the time of my super-hyper-mood, my anime-yay mood and now, I have spent some solemn time under the stars. You know, my internet munchkins, sitting on the grass, watching the stars is my favourite place to be. Getting away from technology, people and a cynical, yet caring blog ninja and just meditating is so nice. As is rekindling your relationship with God. I said earlier that Rave had made me realise that I fail at life. We had to assess out of ten how we were as students, siblings, friends and children. I rated myself at pretty much average for all of them, realising that school is where I do best and put all my effort, yet it is the place I hate the most. I've been far too antisocial, and have neglected my role as a member of my family. But, the wonderful thing is, now that I've realised these things, I can change! I can get off mah ass and be the fudgeballtastic human beanstalk that I want to be. And, I can do it with God's help. What can I say? I would be a broken mess of kindling and unspecified woodchips without my religion. I care not what anyone says, because it is such a vital part of my life.

Ohohoh! I better write down the weird dream I had last night, before I forget. Schnitzelburgersmemoryboxhead. Mkay, so I shall try to remember all that I can. [MissInvisible] told me that she was going to see the ballet at, erm, the big theatre in my city which for anonymity's sake shall remain nameless. I responded to this with "Really? I'm so jealous! I never got to see ht ballet! But my parents are taking me to a party at the theatre." So, I go to this party with my family, but it turns out to be a rave party, with lots of people and alcohol. Actually, there's four bottles of spirits, but my parents are offended, because they thought there would only be two. So, I get dragged out of the party be my parents. I have this feeling that something else happenes after this, but I can't remember it. Anyway, [WhiteRibbon] and [Gojo] come up to me and are like "What are you doing? It's our graduation and you're going to be late!" So I freak outlike "ZOMGIMGRADUATINGFROMHIGHSCHOOL!?" and try to follow them to get to my graduation. The next part is fuzzy. Something about floods. Something about more theatre. Oh yeah, I was going on this tour with Marco Grazzini (don't judge me. I'm so sorry not-well-known-actor/VA-dude-who-happens-to-be-incredibly-attractive. I didn't mean to dream about you) and there were lots of other people there. Something about looking at the auditorium of a very large theatre. Something more about floods. I remember being depressed in the dream, because I was like "Aw. MG is 20s/30s. That means I won't be able to go out with him" followed by the realisation that in my dream, his hair was suddenly curly. This got a reaction of "ZOMG! MG HAS CURLY HAIR. THAT MEANS HE MUST STRAIGHTEN HIS HAIR!" but this didn't last for long, and soon I was back to my fankid depression, and trying to escape from the flood. I think I ended up going to my graduation? I don't know, but it was weird. I don't really ever take dreams to have meaning, but if you did, what the heck do you think this would symbolise? Speaking of symbols, I totally meant to litter this post with Mika references, seeing as I stole the title of this post from his first album, but I forgot. Oh well, it's not like I've listened to any of his music in years anyway.

I should probably head off to bed. I hope you all have lovely dreams, that aren't half as strange as mine. On the same token, don't have dreams that are graphically violent like my normal ones, either. Just sleep well, yeah? And keep being wonderful ninjasaurus munchkins, because if you do, life will bless you with nunchucks and lack of height.And I know that, deep down, that is exactly what you all desire.

//EXTRA NOTE: My Blogger has been really weird for the past few weeks. As of a while ago, I cannot post comments on anyone's blog, because the comment function will not let me log in. I am also automatically being logged out any time I actually vist a blog/my own blog and cannot log in without getting redirected to the Dashboard, and logged out again when I try to go back to the blog. So, my apologies for not having commented on anyone's blog for ages. I take no liability for technological failings.
OT I had a blog view from Spain today! I get many views, for many random countries, but I'm always happy when some Spaniard happens across my blog, even if they probably don't read it or understand it. I loves Spain too much :3