konata pony

More messing around on paint :P

So I've been wondering...

Hypothetically, would one float IN a contact lens or float ON a contact lens? I mean, it makes sense to say on because you are on a contact lens but what if its filled with water like a mini bathtub? Then would you be floating IN it? I feel like this needs to be illustrated:

So what say you people?
Here are the responses I've gotten so far

friend #1: "On I think?"
friend #2: "Depends on how big it is!"
friend #3: "Depends which side the concave end is facing"
boyfriend: "Ummm float on a contact lens I think"

psychedelic turkey

So I'm watching this video, (which is the making of this video) which I've watched goodness knows how many times. And I decided that the words "psychedelic turkey tail" are possibly my favorite string of words ever. So to express my love, affection, and borderline insanity, I decided to make this picture. Enjoy.



PS. I may decide to edit it more, haven't decided yet

This is me right now

Oh dear goodness

I still haven't slept. And in case you were wondering its been 24+8 hours since I got shut eye (I tried adding this in my head and its just not working). The worst is I'm still not tired. No, I have the potentially-turning-into-a-zombie-eye-twitch-thing going for me, but sleep is nonexistent. I couldn't even spell nonexistent just then, had to use spellchecker. I spelled it right the second time though. Gotta be thankful for small accomplishments. So hopefully I will be able to sleep at some point tonight or the blog community will endure the mad ravings of zombie eyed fi, who in addition to watching chelsea lately (its fucking difficult to find online though, took me a while), will be frantically refreshing her very first post on reddit in hopes of seeing more upvotes or comments. And while I'm on reddit I feel the need to say this. Downvotes are mean. Downvotes hurt. Downvotes are the equivalent of kicking a mentally retarded kitten into a muddy puddle with abestos. For some things, sure I see the justification using downvotes. But I'm on trees people. TREES. And all I wanted to do was share my happy puffin story. Clearly there are some evil humpbacked trolls (I imagine them with humpbacks. Also with pockmarks and wearing yellow raincoats.) feel the only way they can get some sort of release in life is to downvote bright eyed and innocent(ish) redditors like me sharing stories about cannibis in a stuffed animal. And to these humpbacked troll raincoat wearers I say:

Go away. Get your own puffin.

Not sleeping leads to paint and paint leads to this...

points if you know who it is!

More Song Lists!

See, I said I'd post more!
As always, feel free to post more in the comments and I'll add them :)

Song Titles that aren't mentioned in the lyrics:

-Crazy Amanda Bunkface by Sum 41
-Baba O' Riley by the Who


Song Titles with food (including sugars and spices) in them:
-Mean Mr. Mustard by the Beatles
-Sugar Pill by Ambulance Ltd
-Souped-Up Vinyl by Big D and the Kids Table
-Bowl of Oranges by Bright Eyes
-Coconut Skins by Damien Rice
-Whatever Happened to Soy Bomb by Eels
-Sugar Magnolia by the Grateful Dead
-Cold Turkey by John Lennon
-Lollipop by Lil Wayne
-Lollipop by Mika
-Butterscotching Mr. Lynn by Of Montreal
-Pancakes for one by Of Montreal
-Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson
-Sugar Shack by Phish
-Bloodmeat by Protest the Hero
-Bangers and Mash by Radiohead
-Blood Sugar Sex Magik by Red Hot Chili Peppers
-The Mango Song by Phish
-Meat by Phish
-Meatstick by Phish
-C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips by OK GO

OMICROD I'M STARTING THIS AGAIN

So after about three years I've rediscovered my blogspot. And I'm going to write. Because I can't sleep and need something to do besides watch anime, pick at my face, and read hyperbole and a half. Oh, and twirl my hair. I should probably explain how bad its gotten at some point.
Song Lists are still baller though, and I'm thinking about doing a new one.

Currently its raining in an alarming fashion outside (alarming because it just suddenly started and was very loud and nearly made me fall off my bed. kind of). My room is somewhat habitable as I can:
a) see the floor
b) navigate my way across said floor in the dark without bumping into/tripping over things (usually)
c) find things I'm looking for (semi rarely)

So I consider that a mini achievement. I also went to the grocery store around 10pm and bought pie and ice cream. The cashier was probably less than impressed with me, especially when I asked him where the lighters were. (update: Metro does not sell lighters. I was shocked). I wanted to explain that I didn't smoke cigarettes so I wasn't disgusting. I just needed a lighter to smoke the weed in inside the puffin my friend gave me. Perfectly logical right?

Ok I'm reevalutating the cleanliness of my room. It kind of looks like someone took one of those huge theatrical fans they use to create large winds in the movies, (or just wind to make the heroine's hair go all swooshy and everyone gasp being all whoaa look at her hair!) and went batshit crazy in my room.

Here is a picture of me with my new pot puffin friend, Cornelius:














That took WAY too long to orient. Ok, lets see if I can keep this blogging thing up. Off to work on another song list gbye