Why Dory the Fish is Secretly the Most Tragic Disney Character Ever

Disney has created a crapload of tragic characters and stories over the years, ranging from the countless dead mothers to the infertile Ellie, who ended up dead anyway. It might surprise you to discover that the most tragic of these stories lies not in Bambi or Up, but in Finding Nemo.

I’m not talking about the fact that Marlin essentially suffers from chronic depression, anxiety, and paranoia. I’m not talking about Coral’s death. I’m not talking about the fact that Nemo has lost almost his entire family, and I’m definitely not talking about his “lucky” fin.

I’m talking about Dory.

"Hey, kids! My life secretly sucks!"

Yes, Dory, the forgetful blue tang. The first time Dory is introduced, she appears to be wandering around aimlessly until Marlin asks her about the boat. Immediately she offers to show Marlin the way the boat went, but forgets about the encounter and nearly picks a fight with him. Upon realizing what has happened, she explains apologetically that she suffers from short term memory loss.

“It runs in my family.” She claims. “At least I think it does.” Then her mood changes and she mutters to herself, “Where are they?”

As a kid, that part always made me wonder if Dory was lost as well. After all, she doesn't know where her family is, and probably doesn't know where she herself is either. She doesn't leave Marlin’s side until much later in the movie, when he abandons her after believing Nemo is dead. Afterwards, she goes back to wandering, confused, through the ocean, not knowing where she is going or what she is doing.

Here’s the thing; she has nowhere else to go. What was Dory doing before she met Marlin? All the evidence seems to say she was swimming along, lonely and confused. After all, she has no family, and at the end of the movie she ends up in Marlin’s care. Did she even have a home to return to when he left her?

Dory depends greatly on Marlin throughout the movie. She even pleads with him not to leave her behind, because she can remember things when he’s around. The thing is, I think she loves him. When she looks at Marlin and tells him, “I don’t want to forget,” she’s really saying, “I don’t want to forget you.” Dory. Loved. Marlin. And he abandoned her.

Had Nemo and Dory not bumped into each other, she might never have regained her sanity. No matter how you look at it, the only thing keeping Dory sane is Marlin’s presence in her life.

Dory the fish is the Disney character with the most tragic back-story, and nobody seems to notice or care.

My Hetalia Monologue

EVERYONE SHUT UP NOW! Every single time you try to have a meeting, it always ends like this! Britain, stop pulling France’s hair! And France, stop trying to rape Britain and pay attention for once in your life! I can’t believe you people! You’re supposed to be the United Nations, for god’s sake! You know what that means? You have to unite, not bicker over stupid things like money!

I know, you’re all thinking “Who’s this girl? What country is she? When did this happen? Do you think she’s a stand-in for Germany?” No, I’m not a stand-in for Germany! That guy SUCKS! I’m not a country at all! And don’t think you can just brush me off like nothing just because I’m not a big, strong, nation like you.

I’m a citizen of one of you here, and it’s the PEOPLE who really know just how bad things have gotten. Anyone care to guess where I’m from? No? Well then let me give you some clues! Clue number one: I haven’t shut up since I started yelling at you guys. Clue number two: I’m speaking really loudly! Clue number three: This morning I had two slices of pizza and a fluorescent pink frosted doughnut for breakfast! It glows in the dark! That’s right, motherfuckers! I’m AMERICAN!

America, don’t pat yourself on the back just yet. Do you know how much trouble you’re in? I seriously doubt it. You owe China over 16 trillion dollars, dude! You don’t have that kind of money! Nobody has that kind of money! We are in the middle of a financial crisis, and yet you haven’t stopped eating that absurd pile of double bacon cheeseburgers since this meeting started! Sure, all you say is, “I’m the hero! I’m the hero!” Well guess what? You’re fucking DYING, man! What’s gonna happen when China realizes you’re never paying her back? She’s gonna cut you right the fuck off! Do you know what happens to countries that lose financial support? That’s right, they fucking die! You’re FUCKED!

And so are the rest of you! The only country who isn’t fighting with someone right now is Switzerland, and he’s not even here! You know why he’s not here? Because he didn’t feel like getting into a massive argument with all these assholes! You people are going to kill each other off one by one until the only one left is Russia, after he smacks you all upside the head with a tap! I’m getting the hell out of here before I get caught up in the crossfire, and I’m taking Canada with me, since he’s the only nation here with the good sense not to get all caught up in stupid shit like war. (I then grab Canada and drag him out of the room by his curl. He shows absolutely no reaction at all.)

Campbell's Soup Might Own my Soul

     Earlier today my whole family went out to Philadelphia to audition for a Campbell's soup commercial. It was mostly for my mom's benefit, since it's she's an actress and the casting call was only accepting families. We got there at about noon and ended up hanging out in a hallway until we got called in. They did a little practice run and then told us to leave. I think they'll call if we got the parts but I don't know when. I'm also a little scared about the whole thing. If we don't get the part, Mom has to find work somewhere else, but if we do, it's back to Philadelphia, and I end up on TV. For some people, it's a dream come true, but I'm camera shy. When I was younger, I thought it sounded like fun to be an actress, but now I'm not so sure. The casting director wanted to know what my sister and I wanted to do later in life. I said journalism, and she said singing. I love to sing, but I want to keep it as a hobby. The casting director asked my sister to sing, but she didn't. Later, Mom told us both that when a casting director tells you to sing, you sing. Then she said we both could have sang for him, but neither of us were comfortable with that. I used to want to be famous for my singing, but I don't anymore. I don't want to end up like Miley Cyrus. People tell me she's stupid and I'm not, but I'd still rather not take any chances. Plus, I cave under pressure way too easily, and being a celebrity involves a LOT of pressure. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that if I get this part, the Campbell's Soup company is going to own my soul for all of eternity.

ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US!

A Short Fanfic

“But why me?” I asked, with a hand on the eyepiece.

“Because you have a special power.” The red-haired Scottish woman said. “Tell me, what’s this?” And she held up a model of a blue phone box. I’d seen them on street corners before.

“A phone box.” I replied, with some hesitation. I remembered the dream, but I didn’t say anything about that.

“And what else?” her voice was softer now, more human, with just a tiny hint of wonder. I hesitated again. “Go on, Bella. Only you can answer this question right now. I will understand. Don’t be afraid to say what you think.”

“A time machine.” I spat the answer out quickly, before I had enough time to think about what I was saying. “The one from my dream. It happens every night, I see it, and I think it has something to do with…” I stopped speaking.

“Go on.” The woman smiled kindly.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “This sounds very strange, I know. I’ve tried explaining it before to other people, but they don’t get it. Every night, it happens. I have this dream where I’m standing in a park, with this phone box, only it’s not a phone box, it’s a time machine, and I’m a time machine too, like we’re connected or something, and then I hear the voices, a million voices all at once, like everything that’s ever happened and everything that ever will is happening all at the same time and I can’t hear my own thoughts and there’s no room for anything new because it’s so loud that if it got any louder the whole universe would explode into a million pieces.” I opened my eyes before whispering my last sentence. “Only I think it already did.”

I'm Bored... Again

     I'm super bored and the rest of the internet has stopped being interesting so I'm going to type a bunch of crap on here until I get bored of that and then I'm going to do something else. No idea what that something might be.
     So the government shut down a while ago. I'm pretty late to the party, since the shutdown ended recently, but it began at the start of the month. My understanding of the issue is, the entire Republican party just went on strike. I really hope the government finds a solution to the healthcare reform issue. Not like I would know much about that. Still, it would be nice to know we're in good hands. I really don't like the way this country's headed at all.
     Moving away from that subject, there's a psychotic guy in my homeroom who keeps throwing temper tantrums. Like yesterday. We were having this school-wide contest and they were announcing the winners over the loudspeaker. He didn't win anything, so he threw his lunchbox across the room and started screaming about how he was going to kill himself. Overreact much? Yeah, he's got some issues. I think he's just doing it for attention, because he didn't sound serious at all. He was laughing. He doesn't really understand the concept of discretion either.
     To give you an idea of what I mean, when his parents got divorced, he went around telling everyone in our homeroom and asking people if their parents were divorced too. He's also got Asperger's Syndrome, and likes to go around asking other people if they have it or not. It can lead to some pretty awkward situations.
     I've decided I'm going to try to change the format of the blog again. With that, I conclude this post.

Trees and OCs

     Last month, I found this really awesome tree in my area. It's hidden away near a park for toddlers, so the only people who even know where it is are me, my sister, my cousin, and my boyfriend. I've been heading over there almost every day since. The only time I don't go is when it's rained that day. The reason for that is because it gets really muddy and if I climb the tree when it's wet I'll probably slip and fall and kill myself. In the mud. That's not exactly how I see myself dying. Still, it's a really nice hangout spot.
     In other news, I'm in the process of creating an OC for my favorite manga series, One Piece. Her name is Kumi, and she's 16. She's 5'5" with her heels, 5'3" without them, and has blonde hair in two braids. Her eyes are deep green. Kumi's name is actually Kumiko, but she stopped using that as her name after a while. Kumi's father was the brother of Red-Shoes Zeff, making Kumi his niece. She was born a few years after Zeff started his restaurant in the sea, so she never got to see him, but she knew who he was. The only thing she didn't know was that he doesn't do pirate stuff anymore. Zeff, on the other hand, is so estranged from his brother that he doesn't even know Kumi exists. Kumi's father told her a lot of stories about her Uncle Zeff, which caused her to aspire to meet him someday.
     Tragedy struck when Kumiko was 14. A band of pirates who were enemies of Zeff and didn't know where he was (since he fell off the map when he got stranded on an island) captured and killed her father. They wanted to get information out of him, so first they questioned him. When he wouldn't crack, they killed him. A year later, those same pirates came after Kumiko's mother after learning that she had some information on Zeff as well. They ended up killing her too. Realizing she could be next, since she heard stories about Zeff from her father, Kumiko ran away at age 15. This is when she started going by Kumi.
     Kumi earned money slowly by singing and playing instruments on street corners. She eventually had enough saved to commission a tailor to make her a pair of 2 inch, red, high-heeled shoes. She paid him extra to put knife blades in the actual heel part. The blades were for self-defense, in case anyone came after her.
     A year after that, the self proclaimed "Red-Shoes Kumi" met Luffy and his crew. Luffy liked her singing, so he asked her to be the ship's musician. Kumi happily accepted, on two conditions; One: She was to be referred to as Red-Shoes Kumi. Two: The crew of the Merry-Go were to drop everything and take her to see her Uncle Zeff, before doing anything else.
     So, yeah. I'm a genius.

Nobody Tells Me What to Do

     It's 2:30 in the morning and I'm wide awake. I haven't slept a wink all night, and that's by choice. I'm pulling an all-nighter! I decided on it when I got home from a date with my boyfriend at like 9:30. We talked until 11:00 at night, and then I played Minecraft until 12:30. After that, I obsessively texted my boyfriend, and then I sat outside for a while. When I came inside again, it was 2:30 and I felt like finally posting something on this stupid blog.
     This is a short post. Deal with it.

Love the Life you Live (blog review)

     So, I've decided that I'm going to try something new. I'm going to read a few posts on a blog I find, and then post a quick review right here. The first blog to receive this honor is Love the Life you Live, which follows the lives of Marc and Meghan, as well as their three children; two boys and one girl. The boys, Hugh and Ben, are the oldest, at three years old. They are identical twins. The youngest, Lucy, is a year old.
     The blog is run by Meghan, who last updated on June 25, posting about Hugh's third birthday. Hugh enjoyed a bulldozer birthday cake, which he'd requested nearly six months before. The following is a quote from the post:

"Hugh is such a sweet boy! He is strong-willed. He is observant. He is sensitive. He is a fighter of fairness. He is a defender. He is faithful. He is so much like the Hugh he was named after, or what I'd imagine that Hugh to be like. One of these days I need to tell that story. I love his strong voice and his strong personality. I hope to be able to teach how to use those two things to do so much good in the world. And I hope I can be humble enough to learn all I can from him, as he has already started teaching me how to be a better version of myself. I love my little Hugh!"

     As you can see, Meghan loves her children dearly, a quality I admire. She is also deeply religious, a fact I discovered after reading many passages alluding to "God's Plan" and biblical quotes. All things considered, Love the Life you Live is an ordinary blog about an ordinary family, managed by an ordinary woman. I'm putting a link here for anyone who's interested. All you people who keep stumbling upon my blog now have yet another blog to stumble upon in turn.

Bored and Hungry

     It's 7:40 AM right now, and I'm the only one up so far. Unless you count my cat and bunny. The cat is lying next to the computer (it sits on a desk) and staring at the screen, purring like a motorboat. I'm going to become a crazy cat lady someday. My sister's friend is visiting this week. She lives in Wisconsin, but we're in NJ, so you can see why it's kind of a big deal. Right now, the two of them are sleeping in the basement, where I am.
     Before I started this post, I was surfing other people's blogs, looking for good stuff to read. Many of them have been inactive since as early as 2009. I had another blog once, when I was younger. I gave up on it around that time. Kind of weird, I think. This blog is different, though. I will post here for a long time, not just a few months. It's been a few months already, and there's no signs of me stopping.
     I'm pretty hungry. I haven't eaten anything yet today, and I need some breakfast. I think I'll go make some toast. Goodbye.

NRTA 2.0

     I just got done doing some changes to the design of the blog. I changed the template color scheme, the title font, and basically just made some big changes to the way things look. My blog, my rules. The old layout got kind of boring. I'm glad that I don't have an audience to yell at me for changing things. Just me and my thoughts.
     I had a weird dream the night before last. I dreamed that my family had sent me off to live in a nursing home so I could take care of my great-grandfather. All he did was watch sports on TV and mutter in Italian. My dreams are weird.
     Solitude is a nice word, don't you think? Like the solitude this blog brings me. Meta as hell, I know. I'm just really bored right now, as always, and there's nothing better to do. Earlier today, I was clicking through other people's blogs after I read over a few posts here for the hell of it. Most of the blogs I found were spiritual or downright orthodox Christian. It was surprising to see that. I used to think blogs were just for documenting one's life through the madness that is the internet, but I guess a blog is just what you make of it.
     For example, NRTA is just a by-product of me rambling on about nothing in an effort to stop being bored. However, it's starting to become more like my original idea of a blog. I talk about things that happened recently, stuff I did, stories I like to tell.
     My mother calls. I must bid thee farewell.

SUMMER!

     School's out! I'm finally free! But there is one thing I discovered today that I need to tell you. I was checking my stats on here, knowing I wasn't going to find anything, since nobody's reading this anyway, but I found something surprising. Apparently, ten people have found and read this blog, none of them being me. They were all from some part of Europe, but there were also a bunch of guys from Russia who apparently paid me a visit. My thinking is they must have clicked "next blog" and ended up here. Interesting.
     I don't know why, but for some reason I am currently craving quesadillas. I call them Mexican grilled cheese. Maybe I'll head out to the Mexican restaurant in my town. (To all the European people reading this, leave a comment maybe? Alert me of your presence!) Sorry, that was random. I just felt like saying that. After all, it's big news. Somebody's reading this anyway!
     I've made a bunch of other blogs in the past that never really took off, but I saw today that this one requires two pages to contain all the insanity. I'm pretty sure that's the first time one of my blogs got this big. Shows how productive I get when I'm bored, am I right? (EDIT: I just changed the settings so now there's five posts on each page instead of seven.)
     You know, this is really nice. Very relaxing. I like to sit here typing about different things, just hanging out, all alone. It reminds me of this thing on a website I like called Homestar Runner. There's an easter egg where one of the characters on the show, Strong Sad, has a blog. The last post is from like 8 years ago, though. And the main site's been on hiatus for three years. I still like it, though.
     Time for me to go screw around on some other part of the internet! See you later, random European people!

My First Shopped Picture

     This is what happens when I get bored and random blogging just doesn't do it for me anymore. I've never worked with Photoshop before, but today I just had to try it out, and this was the finished product. There's also another thing I need to tell you nonexistent readers about. Someone's found the blog! My Dad saw me reading earlier and asked me about it, so I went with honesty.
     The first thing I did to make this awesome masterpiece was get the generic Windows background. Next, I found a picture of the TARDIS and put it in the background there. After that, I added Ian and Anthony, the pegasus, and a gopher. Then I set the whole thing as my desktop background. Because I can. I'm hoping to do more awesome stuff with Photoshop in the future. In fact, next time I post here, I will have another wonderful masterpiece to show you! Until we meet again!

Invisalign and the Class Psycho

     Yesterday, I went to the dentist's office to get my first Invisalign tray. I don't have too many issues, but my teeth are kind of squished together in my mouth and it's annoying. I have to wear it almost all the time, except when I'm eating or brushing my teeth, which I have to do after every single meal and every single snack. That part kind of bothers me, but whatever. It's better than braces. Last night I actually had a dream about my teeth. The Invisalign was scraping my tongue and making it all painful and swollen. Luckily, that doesn't happen in real life.
     On an unrelated note, I feel compelled to rant about a girl in my class at school. She's got some issues. To give you an idea of what I'm talking about, I will tell you what she did yesterday. I was sitting at my desk, reading a book, when Psycho-Chick started screaming at the teachers about something. She kept saying "I'm not jealous of her!" over and over. She pulls this kind of crap all the time, so I wasn't really paying much attention. I kind of zone out when I'm reading, so it took me awhile to notice that she sounded louder than she did before.
     I looked up from my book, and Psycho-Chick was standing right in front of my desk, screaming at me. She was still just repeating "I'm not jealous of her! What makes you think I'm jealous of her?!" But now she was talking to me. I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, and so she decided to go on a five-minute rant about how she wasn't jealous of me. During said rant, she complained that nobody noticed that she lost two pounds, claimed that nobody cared about her, and said that everyone was so rude and mean for not noticing that she had thrown out half her wardrobe and lost two pounds.
     What. The. Fuck.

     That's what was going through my head as this girl screamed at me. Eventually the teachers came over and got her out of the classroom. I didn't see her again until later that day, in the afternoon. I said hi to her, since when she's not flipping out she can be nice, and she told me, loudly, not to upset her.
     Today, the rest of my class was going on a field trip, but Psycho-Chick and I weren't going. We were supposed to go to two different classrooms, and mine was in the High School, which is connected to the middle school. The two of us went with a teacher, and we dropped Psycho-Chick off first. She spent the entire time yelling at the teacher and calling her mean. All because she wouldn't let her talk to another teacher, who was absent. As in, not there. At the school. To talk to. When we got to the classroom she was supposed to stay in, she refused to go. Instead, she followed us all the way to the High School, yelling at the teacher. This is the kind of thing I have to deal with on a regular basis. -_-'

Sickness and Internet Tourette's

     I'm going to get this out of the way right now, because if I don't say it, I will lose my fucking mind. COLDS. FUCKING. SUCK. I'm mostly better now, but trust me, it still sucks. My nose is raw from blowing it too much, and I can't sing because my throat is all messed up. For someone who's as obsessed with music as I am, not being able to sing is worse than death.

     Well, maybe not worse than death. But again, it still sucks.

     You know, it's almost like this is my own private web diary. I have a real, paper diary, but this is different. My actual diary is filled with rationed entries that last a certain length and all talk about boring stuff. This is like an internet journal. I don't need to ration my entries or ramble about pointless crap forever. Granted, I do that a lot on here, but I do it because I want to. Can I tell you now, what made me decide to do this?
     There's a website called Your World of Text. I used to go on there all the time and try to make it through by typing pointless but still very fun to create ramblings, like this one. The problem was, since other people could type too, my weird posts and ramblings were often deleted or changed in some way. I realized I needed someplace to write these things where nobody would change them. That's when I decided to make this blog.
     I don't know if it technically counts as a blog, since I don't talk about the walk I took on this day, or the food I ate on that day. That's the kind of stuff that goes in my diary. No, this is where I go to unload all the crap that my diseased mind has decided to create. Someday I'll look back on all this and wonder what the fuck was wrong with me. Future me, if you're reading this, let me answer your question: Everything. Everything is wrong with me, and I couldn't give less of a shit.
     You may have noticed that I'm cursing a lot more than I used to. I don't curse this much in real life. It just happens on the internet. It's like I have some rare form of Tourette's Syndrome that only affects me on the internet. Come to think of it, that probably happens to everyone. Seriously. Find me one person who doesn't swear as soon as they can type out their obscenities on a keyboard.
     There's not much more for me to talk about. Until next time.

The Ripple Effect

     I know I just made a post like two minutes ago, but I just had to share this. Two years ago, it was summer vacation and I had gotten in the habit of staying up until 2:00 AM and then waking up at 2:00 in the afternoon. I would spend my nights surfing the internet, trying to keep myself from getting bored. On one such night, I was on YouTube, when out of boredom I decided to type "holy fucking shit" into the YouTube search bar. I found a bunch of parodies of the Jurassic Park theme with lyrics added, and started surfing through them. Someone had made a cover of the parody with MMD software, using Hatsune Miku. That was my introduction to vocaloids, which are Japanese artificial singers with imagined names and personalities.
     Months ago, I started to get really interested in vocaloids, so I started listening to vocaloid songs. One of those songs was called Uninstall. A few weeks ago, I got the idea to make a parody called Unsubscribe, but I wanted to make sure no one else had the same idea. I looked it up, and a guy called Onision had made a music video called "Unsubscribe Song." Ironically, I ended up subscribing to his channel and am now a fan. I'm also still a fan of vocaloids.
     Essentially, I'm now part of two fan bases because I stayed up late and got really bored while surfing the internet two years ago.

MIND = BLOWN

The Computer Has Been Revived

     It's been a while since my last post because the computer tried to commit suicide. The system fan was crooked so it wasn't working right, but everything's okay now. I can go back to slowly losing my mind and broadcasting my progress on the internet. Not that there's any point to that. For the millionth time, nobody's reading this anyway.
     I recently went back to playing my Pokemon Black game. Some weird crap went down on it a few days ago. I had been hanging out in the Celestial Tower when some crazy lady sucked me into a battle. All she had was a swadloon, and that's a grass type pokemon. I used my fire type darumaka to beat her in just a few moves. All she said was "My pokemon is no longer with me..." and then I was taken back to the overworld. It kind of freaked me out since it sounded like her pokemon had died, and this whole thing had taken place in a graveyard for pokemon. I made a thread about it on a forum, and it seems to have gained some popularity.
     This was a really quick post because I have absolutely NO idea what else to talk about. Goodbye!

Better Than Sleeping

     It's really late at night right now, but I don't want to go to bed, so I'm writing here again. I'm currently sitting in my cold, dark basement, and the only light is the computer screen. I used to be scared to use the computer this late with all the lights turned out. For some reason, I was always super paranoid that someone was going to spy on me from the window that's behind me. Sometimes I still get nervous, but I know it's silly. Who would spy on someone like me anyway?
     I found some stuff today. I was by this river that's near my house, which I'm going to call Lucy's River even though that's not the real name of it. My blog, my rules, my names. Anyway, I found a licence plate that looked like it was from a boat, and a baseball. I'm more excited about the baseball. I almost didn't see it, because it was so dirty. When I did see it, I decided to pick it up and inspect it. I actually wrote a short story about it, since that's something I like to do in my spare time. I'll type it here.

     She had found the baseball when she was walking by a riverbank. It was just sitting there, yellowed with mud, a sad little thing. Still, an unusual find, and not one she was willing to turn away from.
     She picked the baseball up to inspect it, turning it over in the palm of her hand. Despite the yellow tinge and the bits of brown stuff caked onto parts of it, it was a tough looking baseball. She knew at once that it must be very durable. She sniffed the brown stuff and decided it was dirt. Looking the baseball over, she found three letters written on in in green ink. "IAP," it read. Or was the I really a J?
     It couldn't be a J, she decided, because Js were curved at the bottom, not angled. Anyway, she could see traces of the faded part of the letter I that were still there. So who was IAP?
     She didn't think about it much at first. When she got home, the first thing she did was run to the kitchen sink. She grabbed a sponge, and scrubbed the heck out of the apple-sized ball until all the caked-on grime was gone. As she scrubbed, all the dirt that had made her sniff  the baseball before came off easily. The baseball turned white again as she scrubbed, except for a few spots near the red stitched parts. She decided not to bother anymore with cleaning, so she rinsed off the soap and dried the baseball with a paper towel.

     Sometimes I write stories about myself in third person just for fun. I like writing. This blog is proof of that. My cat is blocking the screen. He just tried to murder my hand. I love my cat, but sometimes he really pisses me off.
     I just realized how easily this blog could be mistaken for some kind of online diary. No, it's not an online diary. I already have a real diary. This is just a hobby. I don't really know how to explain what this blog is to me. It's not exactly a blog, but it's not a diary either. Nobody even reads it, so I could make it my diary if I wanted to, but I don't. The purpose of this blog is to give me something to do when I'm bored, but that's not the blog itself. It's hard to describe what I'm trying to say. These posts are a by-product of this blog doing its job by keeping me occupied and out of boredom's reach. I guess that's the best way to describe it.
     There's not much more to be said on the matter. I bid thee farewell.

I am Incredibly Bored

     I really have nothing better to do at the moment than write on this stupid blog. I'm really REALLY bored right now. Earlier today, I was sitting with my pet cat, petting him. I don't really have much of a life, in case you haven't noticed. I should really get out more. I have friends, but we don't really hang out all that often. I also have a boyfriend, unlike most crazy cat ladies, but today is Tuesday, which isn't really a "see your boyfriend" day. I see him on Fridays. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, we see each other on Saturdays and Sundays too, but that doesn't happen very often. I don't mind it. I make the most of what awesomeness I have. I know nobody's reading this, but just to satisfy my own conscience, I'm going to be using aliases for the people I talk about. We can call my boyfriend K.
     That's not just a half-assed attempt at using an initial as a fake name. I call him K in real life sometimes. It started before we were even together, when I said "Hey K" to call him over. Now it's a thing. He likes it, I think. I actually saw K a couple days ago, last Sunday. We watched Star Trek together, and then we ran around outside for a while.
     I don't know much about Star Trek, but I like it so far. My favorite character is Data, the android. I like how even though he's got so many advantages over us humans, he wants to be more like us. Sometimes I wish I could somehow make it aboard the Enterprise. Not as part of the crew. I would ruin everything in ten seconds flat if I did that. No, I want to be one of the passengers on board. It would be so interesting!
     Another sci-fi show I like is Doctor Who. I'm a little disappointed that the Ponds are gone, but Clara seems promising. I'm really interested in seeing how she's reborn all the time. No spoiler alerts because, and I can't stress this enough, nobody will ever read this!!! If, against all odds, someone is reading this, and if that someone is now pissed at me for ruining that thing about Clara, to you I say, fuck you for not watching the Christmas special!
     I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I was just trying to be funny. This is one of my long posts, since this blog is the only thing standing between me and total annihilation via boredom. I get bored really easily, but this is strangely amusing. For a while. Sometimes, even toiling away on the internet gets too boring. I'm gonna listen to "LOL Limewire" on a loop while I type.
     I found that video a few years back. I was bored, yet again, so I looked up "google I'm feeling lucky tricks" on the internet. One guy suggested I type "lol limewire". I did, and was taken to what is quite possibly the greatest thing on the internet today. It's very addicting. Even this is getting boring now, so I will go seek out entertainment elsewhere.

Until next time, this corner of the internet shall remain untouched!

Nobody Will Read This

     Hello. If you're reading this, congratulations! You are either me from the future, or absolutely NOBODY! I don't know much, but I do know that nobody will read this. I used to make a ton of blogs on here in hopes that someone would discover my weird little corner of the internet. Only people who know me in real life (and my penpal) have ever actually read any of my blogs, though. It follows that I can have this blog all to myself and no one will ever read it! MUAHAHAHAHAAA!!! This is totally pointless, but it kills time. I'll just keep on writing and writing until I get bored of it. Which is right about now. See you, nobody!