Speaking of new loves..... part 1

I have also taken to fighting with claws!! =D
I have a habit of jumping from trees with the intent to kill passerb- ahem. URUK-HAI. Yes. That's it...... 7_9
Anyhoo, I jump out of trees with the will to kill (although not the license.... I'm still working on that.) evil monsters and protect my ancestor's sacred grounds! =D (just another day in the life for Rahel....... XD) I have recently realized that I can slash open my foe (or at least cause some scarring) with my fingernails!! =D

And it doesn't stop at launching at Uruk-Hai from the treetops! No. I have recently taken up walking slowly down the hallways, cackling like a maniac, and running my claws all the way down the walls.......... }=}
Oh yeah..... I have also taken up collecting knifes, handsaws, etc. and holding them between my fingers to create Wolverene/Edward Scissorhands claws!!!!! }=D
.......... AND cackling like a maniac...... 7_7

Mom says that she'll get me some plastic Freddy Kruegar claws when we go to the Halloween store!!!! =^^=

.......... I blame myself for my overly exited mind, but I still attribute my claw-slashing-instincts to my reading too much InuYasha! XD

I should really get into the habbit of going shopping

I have found a new love. No, it is not human. It is not a fictional character. (unless you count Fai. D. Flowright from Tsubasa as a 'new' love. =^.~) I did NOT get a hellhound (although I've been begging my Mom for one XD)
No. It consists of all purpose flour, coffee, milk, brown sugar, and ginger root mixed in to a lumpy brown sludge!! =D It tastes weird, spicy, and sugary, and when you consume for than half a cup of it, your entire mouth goes numb!!! =D

HAKAMAAA!!!!!!!

I think that I learned how to put on a hakama. =D

MAN. You would not BELIEVE just how confused I am. WHO SPENT ALL THEIR TIME INVENTING THE TIES AND STUFF FOR THIS????? I mean, it's awesome but really. I'm not sure if I did it correctly and if it will stay....... I'm afraid that it will fall off when (when I get my blackbelt) I do Aikido...... Well hey. That's what the gi pants are for, right? XD



There were many ways to put on a hakama, but I went with this one because it looked pretty simple.
http://www.scnf.org/poh.html

HAPPY HOBBIT DAY!!

I just saw that it is Hobbit Day today! It is also Bilbo's birthday! =D
HAPPY DAY, HOBBITS!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILBO!!! =^^=
I feel like I should build a little shrine........ Maybe put some cake there..... =)
Ooooh!! I know. I should FIND some Hobbits and wish them a very happy hobbit day. WITH elevenzies. =^^=
So, if any of you are Hobbits, I wish you a very fine hobbit day!! o^^o

AHOY THERE MATEYS!!

AHOY THERE MATEYS!
Today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day! If ye be readin this message on a September 19, I wish ye good winds on this fateful day! Try yer hardest at talkin like one 'o them pirates of old, and ye may be rewarded by an Old Sea Dog with some Geek Booty!! (pun may be intended) =D

Check out some (legal) pirate sites (I be providin some links for ye Lubbers =^.~) and get down and dirty with the muck and slime of yer inner pirate!! =D

ARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
May ye be guided by a fair wind
-Rahel the Voluntarily Insane


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The 3 worlds

As a child, I thought the term 'third world' referred to either heaven or hell. I wasn't sure which, I just knew that there were three, including middle earth, which was obviously second. My only questions were 'which world is heaven and which is hell?' and 'which world are we currently on?' I knew that we weren't on middle earth because we didn't have hobbits. I hoped that we were in hell because I was looking forward to heaven, and it would be a disappointment if I found that we were already there.

Now, with my newfound Tolkien knowledge, I know that we are on middle earth, and that the hobbits have just gone into hiding. I am still puzzled as to which world I have to look forward to though.

Jurrasic Garden

I was  navigating the harsh vegetablish terrain of my garden, collecting grasses for my tortoise to eat this morning. (He's a Sulcata. He loves weeds. He's so awesome. =D) As I twisted my way through the dense undergrowth of a large tomato patch, trying to ignore the sickly sweet sent of nightshade infiltrating my nasal passages, (yes, tomatoes are a type of nightshade. Just don't eat the leaves. =P) my eyes feel upon something shiny. The bird part immediately wanted to know what it was, and if it was edible. The squirrel part froze, hoping to not be caught, and the wolf wanted to kill it. My human quickly side broke up their warring and stepped in for a closer look. Upon inspection, I found that it was a pair of clip on sun shades. The kind that flip up and down.

The geek kicked in, and I realized my immediate danger. These sunshades could only belong to one kind of person. A snooty field scientist..... The kind you'd kill off in a movie. The kind of character that you don't care about enough to be very upset over, but the kind just tough enough to impart a sense of shock at his death. The kind of character who's soul purpose in the movie is to demonstrate what the others are up against in the manner of a bloody bloody death.
I knew this, and I immediately felt the need to make myself scarce. We'd done it. the threat was real. And now the human race would pay the price. We'd really done it this time. We had cloned....... Dinosaurs. Yes, that's right. The government had successfully cloned dinosaurs, the dinosaurs escaped, and were lurking in back yard. My garden was........ A Jurassic park.

I frantically cast my eyes around, hoping to not find fresh meat. I saw none. I knew not of how long ago he was slaughtered. I could only guess. It seemed pretty old, as the vines were almost covering the glasses, but then, maybe they went flying when the cold blooded monsters ripped the poor guy in half. Either way, I neither saw nor smelt flesh. That meant that while I would not run into any scavengers in search of leftovers, I would also be in danger of becoming breakfast to some crazy ass son of a petri dish.
I decided that my best chance was to sneak away as swiftly and quietly as I could. I snatched up the shades and put my sneaky-run plan into motion.

I traveled back into my house without further mishap and set the glasses on the table. I explained our garden's contingency to my Dad. He seemed pretty understanding. At least he didn't immediately suggest my use of a straitjacket. I also explained that I didn't find any gore, and that I was a bit let down. I was hoping to at least find some toes.

So, long story short, there are dinosaurs in my garden. Or, as I'm gonna call them, crazy-ass-sons-of-a-petri-dish. Or maybe petri-bastards? That would also work. Whatever the marital status of the parents of these crazy ass petri spawn, I'm gonna be stocking up on heavy artillery.
Hasta la vista, petri baby.