Boredom and Pokémon

Well, I forgot my flashdrive.
How stupid of me.

(And now I can't use the rich text editor on Blogger. God and this keyboard hate me.)

I haven't posted in forever, and only desperation for something to do for the last 20 minutes of my online session drive me to post right now.


Things I could be doing instead:

• Playing Pokémon
• Doing history reading
• Playing more Pokémon
• Developing a treatment plan for myself
• Peeing
• Doing my psychology homework for my hippie professor
• Catching up in history and not failing my class
• Pokémon (I detect a pattern)
• Writing a paper about Napoleon
• Packing to go to Ferrum for spring break
• Pokémon

But alas, I'm doing none of those things.
I can't even get on deviantART. This is depressing.

Ugh.

Because I left my little hacker flashdrive at home, I've no way to bypass the firewalls. Thankfully I have an iPod, and it has saved me. I can at least LOOK at the people who are online and not talking to me. I felt so out of the loop not knowing who's ignoring me at this very moment.


This keyboard clacks terribly, and my only companions at the computer stations are a crazy black man and an old redneck-both have seen better days.

Well. I've run out of things to type...so....

It's time to gush about Pokémon! (I have a NumPad now, so I CAN USE THE FUCKING ACCENTED E. YES.)

So. My party isn't rockin',  but I've got some pretty decent guys on my team.

First is Sawk. I didn't give him a nickname, because Sawk is just a kind of cool name in itself. He's creepy looking, but he's my powerhouse. I send him in to take out just about anything. Even if "It's not very effective..."

Wait, he only has 3 fingers?

I love Sawk. <3

Next is my starter, Kyoya the Dewott. The useless bastard. I kind of hate him, kind of love him. I think it's because he's an otter. That's his only redeeming feature.

His defense stats suck, and I only use him when I need a ground type taken out. And even then, Sawk or Victini (SPOILER) usually get the job done.

But here he is.





Then there's mah Krokorok.

Look at his badass posture <3

I initially raised him to fight the electric gym leader Elesa, but ended up not needing him (Sawk basically took on that whole gym by himself. What a badass.) I attached an Exp. Share, forgot about it, and now he's a higher level than Kyoya and a great deal more badass. Pretty good defense wise, I usually use him to battle the evils of psychic Pokémon, because poor Sawk would get his ass kicked.







My buddy Victini, the legendary psychic/fire type, is also a powerhouse. Great defense and offense, Victini is well rounded and adorable. He grew rapidly and he's powerful. I love his dual-type, and even when he's got a 2-3 level defecit, he still kicks ass.








Talei, my Zebstrika, is beautiful, but her defense sucks. She's quick, and once she finally evolved she was actually worth something. My solution to my problems was teaching her Volt Switch, so Pokémon that could do potential harm could be bitch slapped and then she'd run. So it's somewhat adventageous.
I just send Sawk out to cover her ass (which you see a lot of on the game because the sprite is so detailed) and all is well.










Finally there's Corinth, the Boldore. I raised him up from a Roggenrola to take on the electric gym, because I didn't really want to bother with a Sandile (but I ended up doing that anyways), and now he's something of a good Pokémon. He's got a decent rock move (Slap Down), but not much else to offer. Iron Defense raises his pretty shitty defensive stats to make him a little bit more intimidating, but for the most part he's just....there.I like him, though. He only evolves through trade, so I'll have to see to that at some point. I look forward to having him actually be useful.


So that's my team! I'll update, I guess. Maybe post some reviews of the crack Pokémon in Black and White (I own Black). I only have 7 minutes left of my internet session on the library computers.


But guess what, library?
I have an iPod, so you can fuck off. I hate you.


Peace out.

Critical Thinking for Success!

I haven't posted in awhile, but that's alright.

• A quick update on my life: 
• I am now living in my grandparents' basement 
• I'm also freezing my ass off in my grandparents' basement
• I'm forced to listen to my mom and brother bickering constantly
• I have to fight for food in order to survive
• Five people is too many for a one-bathroom house

As a result of the bathroom dilemma, the other morning I was forced to take a makeshift bath in the sink in the basement. 

Yes. 

You saw that right. 

Bath in the sink. 

Hurray!

No. 

My granddad had moved into the bathroom and set up base camp. He takes awhile in there, perhaps he does crosswords or word searches (he likes those) and decides to write a short novel whenever he uses the bathroom, so I, in need of a solution, went to my mother. 

Me: Mom, what do I do. I need to get clean, but granddad is in the bathroom. I'll never get in there in time. 

Mom: Well, you could wash up somehow. 

Me: The only place to wash up is downstairs.
Mom: Yeah. You could wash up in the basement sink. I'll keep your brother from coming down. Here, you can use your body wash stuff. 

Me: -catches the body wash she throws at me- Is this legit?

Mom: -nods- Mmhm. 

After that I bummed a razor off my mother (which was hard to get because she guards them as if they're hidden treasure), and ran downstairs. Armed with a towel, a gown (because I like them) my razor, a wash cloth, and my body wash, I was ready for anything. 

My hair was clean, so all I needed was a quick wash, right?

Easy enough. 

But I erred. 

As I was kicking out of my pants, I got too enthusiastic and heard a crunch under my foot that came from my pocket. Assuming it was just change, I was nonchalant, and heard another fatal crunch. 

When I remembered my razor minutes later, I went to retrieve it from my jean pocket only to realize that it had broken. 

Fuck. 

I had to shave. This was imperative. I'd been razor-less for over a week. I NEEDED that fucking razor. 

Scrambling, I looked around my room, determined to find a way to fix the razor. My prayers were answered when I found it: teal duck tape. 

Oh yes. Reminiscent of my days at college (I'm still in college, just not where I was) I would use duck tape to save the day and patch my life back together!

I did such a good job putting my razor back on the mend. It worked just fine, once I'd gotten it taped down tight. 

(Will Schick sue me for this?)

So there I was. Naked except for my socks, washing up one of the grungiest sinks ever. My grandparents have owned their house for over 40 years. This sink is original, to my knowledge. Dear. Lord. 

There's my body wash. Next to the dog shampoo. And generic paper towels. Awesome. 

I'm nervous, my socks are getting wet, and every creak I hear just HAS to be my little brother careening down the stairs to use the bathroom. 

Just as I'm getting comfortable I hear the basement door open, and a THUD THUD THUD as my brother's size 14 Air Jordans hit the steps. 

I screech and whip around, having nothing to cover up with. 

"WHOA WHOA WHOA. HOLD UP. GO. GO BACK UPSTAIRS. DO NOT LOOK. I WILL KILL YOU. NEVER COME BACK."

I was starting to sound like Scar from The Lion King.

My brother skidded to a halt, spewing apologies as I continued to spout a litany of curses, telling him to go back upstairs. 

I finished my make-shift bath and dried off, quickly jumping into the safety of my awesome gown. 

As I retreated back to the warmth of my room, I peeled off my socks and wondered at how close my brother had come to seeing me naked (a thought I was highly uncomfortable with) and how five people cannot share a bathroom comfortably. 

This sheer curtain is all that kept me from being discovered. Not bueno, my friends. 

I think this is the most revealing blog I've ever posted. But that's alright. I'm just glad I got to share with you how uncomfortable I was. If you walk away from this feeling a tad uncomfortable as well, then I've done my job. 

Peace out!

-Roo 

Smells like fear

Yup.

Something smells like fear. Pure unadulterated fear. ;

What’s that, you say? That’s me that reeks of fear?

Hm.

Well, I suppose you’d be right.

I’m currently waiting on the verdict from my school to see whether I can return for the spring semester or not. This has me shaken down to my core, and I have no idea what’s going to happen. Hopefully it’ll all work out, but I’ve been spending my days praying to the RAT and Eywa.

Perhaps my prayers will be answered.

So, other than the fact that I’m scared shitless, there’s not much else going on in my life.

My mother is still batshit crazy. (And by that I mean fucking crazy) and we’ve finally sold our house!

She’s currently begging for me to help her pack up and move, which I think is kind of funny [her begging, not me helping], so things are still interesting for me in my life. (Though I wish they weren’t.)

Good times, good times. 

So, about that praying thing?

I'm praying hard. 

Way hard. Because I can't spend 8 months at home. 

I. Will. Flip. Shit. 

EYWA. HEAR ME. HEAR THE VOICES OF MY PEOPLE. LET US GO. 

*cough*

Anyways. 

I really have nothing else to say here. So I think I'll kill this post before it multiplies. 

Apocalyptic Fish

When the lights go down in the city...




APOCALYPSE. OMFG IT'S THE APOCALYPSE. EVERYONE, RUN. GET YOUR CHILDREN, YOUR HUSBAND, YOUR DOG, THEY BE RAPIN' ERRYONE OUT HERE. 

*Cough*
Well then.

That was just a side note, really. I'd been sitting on it for all of ten minutes and decided to share.
So!

It's 2011! Yaaaay!

There were other pictures. Mostly of cars.
But I liked this one best. 

Well, first blog post of the new year. I'm not clever enough to do anything about it, like resolutions or anything.
I mean...not going crazy would be a great thing...hahaha...ha.


This is actually a cleverly veiled fish post!
Yes! My Fish Mommery is still alive and well!
An update on my babies: Asher is alive and well. I've realized he's kind of puny, but that's alright. He's my baby and I'll always love him.
Khalil has moved on to live with my brother. He's turned away from me, for abandoning him, and doesn't love me anymore. But it's okay. As his mother, I understand.
Calcifer (a new addition since the first post) is feisty as ever, and I'm pretty sure he has an inkling of narcissistic personality disorder. I love him.
Casear (the newest to the gang) is still getting used to not living in a cup. Hopefully he'll be happy with me, and will eat all of his breakfast when I feed him this morning.


And now....*drum roll*

It's time for PICTURES!!!!
With my awesome iPod Touch, I was able to capture beautiful moments, frozen in time, of my babies.

Asher

Asher loves his new plant. He sleeps there constantly <3

Asher also likes hiding beside his cave. Makes him feel better, I think.

Calcifer

Caesar

And there we go.

My beautiful fish. I love them so much.

/end random ass post