BNAD and Dansel

Blogging. 

The word echoes through my heart like a caffeinated llama following a cult of dwarves. Upon reading other people's blogs, I decided I should give them another shot. However, I have to admit, I'm still in love with my emotional livejournal. Plus it has a goat mascot. Beat that. 

About me? Not important. However, the there are a few things you won't care about that I'll type out anyways:

1. I'm not smart. My IQ is probably not as cool as yours. Obviously. I'd like to say I make up for this with common sense, but who am I to judge?

2. I am hopeless when it comes to the rp Banak and I are doing. How lame is that? Pretty lame. That's why I love it. 

Okay, so there are a couple things that hold my life together: Stress, love, school, and....Dansel. 

Pretty much Dansel and my BNAD class are ruling my life right now. BNAD case competitions are coming up-woooo!!!!!! Probably the most exciting thing I've ever done in my life. On a random tangent, however; today's weather finally rocks! CLOUDY AND RAINY FOR THE WIN!

My vocabulary and sentence structure on here seems like it's been bulldozed by someone with a really low intelligence. I wonder what this implies. 

Like Kant didn't say....

Life is like a teapot....

      ....it can be filled with tea, or it can be empty. 

 Do you want to have tea, or be empty? 

      M-tea would be a weird tea brand name. "M-tea...never leaving you empty". 

   end philosophical failure

Llamas Revenge

Now wait a second. I can probably post art on here. SKETCHES! 

RUN AWAY WHILE YOU CAN!

Daxal Fieldman is like....pwning my life with manliness right now. Yes in fact I do like to sound intelligent. 

That's my attempt at drawing manly men. BWAAAAA HAHAHA...HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Sorry school does this to me. 

Also, I spend a great deal of time drawing pants, obviously. Oh, and Snyder Mulligan is the dude with the red/black hair on the right. Daxal Fieldman is the dude not cracking up. 

This guy right here is Daxal.....yeah...my formatting...it fails.

How long

It has been, my friends. 

How long it has been. 

.......*confetti*

The Day

Toothpaste. 

    That was my first thought upon waking, realizing my sheets must have tackled me during the night. Or the other way around, which is of course more improbable. With a groan I glanced at the blurry red digits on the alarm clock across the room. 

    5...no wait...6:40 am??!?!?

   I leaped out of bed and was hit with a tsunami of dizziness. I staggered gracefully to the side and pushed the tussled brown hair out of my face. I had to be at class at 7:30, which meant I had to leave at 7:15 and no later. I had enough time for the five minute emergency check-up in the mirror. 

 Hair still on head? Check

Eyes not TOO red from lack of sleep? Er...check minus.

Acne? Whatever, can't do anything about it.

Vision clearing up? Check. 

I dashed towards my closet and grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt that didn't look like they had been worn this week just yet. Pulling them on, I grabbed an orange when I yearned for an omelette and ran out the door. 

I had to be out by 7:15....7:20, I left the building, and...oh SHOOT the bag is in the room. I turn around unexpectedly and bump into a large person, immediately becoming frustrated with how THEY didn't notice that I was going to turn around, but grumble an apology anyways. 

 

    Alright, 7:23 and I have my bag. I run, out of breath, towards the classroom, receiving stares now instead of glances. I convince myself its because I look like those beautiful women in the movies who run through traffic, hair flying elegantly. Almost to the door, the light, the goal....

I bump into HIM!

That's right.....my...

   Calculus professor. How embarrassing. 

I mutter apologies and try to mask my embarrassment with quick wit and fail. He raises his eyebrows and says its okay. I fail to realize it's 7:29.

   

   I rush towards the door, sliding in as its about to close and awkwardly take a seat. Exactly 7:30 and 20 seconds. I breathe a sigh of relief, trying not too look too brilliant as I sit up in my chair and look at the clock. 

Wait 5 minutes for the professor to arrive. 

 Professor arrives, muttering no apologies. 

Oligarchy's Big Day

Oligarchy was a sad man. His parents had many a son (hey, it sounds old English like that way, so it HAS to be grammatically correct) and few a daughter. 

And his name was Oligarchy. 

Poor kid.

The Sneeze of a Thousand Tears

Long ago......

     In a far away land....

          In a time where even I was too unborn young to care....

    

   There lived...a....

      TERRIBLE BEAST!   

    Who went by the dramatic name "Beastuvius"

      And shattered the fragile realities of beauty......

 

            But there was one.....only one, among human kind.....who sneezed.....

Like with great power.....

               ....With this sneeze came great responsibility

 His name was etched into time like never before. 

     They called him:

                                  LORD SNEFAHUMEROUS!

     Though orphaned and left to be raised by yellow spotted wolves, he was a gentle soul. 

   And he understood beasts, as he was raised by them. 

            Beastuvius has no chance against the likes of my dashing tales.