All-Nighter

One thing that I have always wanted to do for a very long time, is to pull an all-nighter. Go an entire night without sleeping. On a few particularly stressful school days, I have come close to accomplishing my goal, but I always managed to get a few hours of sleep before I was always rudely awoken by my alarm clock. Seeing as I was that close on a school night, I figured that a summer night would be a cinch, especially seeing as I am often up until 1:30 / 2:00 ish every night anyway.

Well, last night I finally decided that I was going to do it! I was going to pull an all nighter! And might I just say, it was pretty successful!

I started off by just watching a couple shows on HGTV - Cake Boss and Four Houses - both of which were pretty boring. But I also had a bowl of mint ice cream and a brownie, so I didn't really mind watching the shows. 

I then retired to my bedroom where I started using my ever so handy, and entertaining, All-Nighter stash that I had made a few hours before. It consisted of the seventh Harry Potter book, the second and third Harry Potter movies, the Special Features disks to the second and third movies, a bottle of cold water, and a pixie stick. 

I started off by watching the Special Features disk of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. This was my favorite part of the night, and it lasted a good two hours. I love everything about Harry Potter: the books, the movies, the characters, EVERYTHING!! But I especially love watching interviews with the cast members and J.K. Rowling herself. It is so exciting seeing the real people behind my favorite characters, and watching them goof off back stage. 

I also love all of the Behind the Scenes footage, and seeing the making of the set, the music, and so much more! I don't think I have ever fully appreciated the effort behind the making of such wonderful movies, and I never really understood how much work actually goes into them. It is a lot longer and more challenging of a process then I would ever have imagined, and I am so grateful for all the people who take the time create such magical movies!

Last night I also read more of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban, and explored some of the special features of the third movie. And by the time everything on my list of entertainment had been checked off, it was almost seven o'clock in the morning. I had also finished my lone pixie stick, (which had been giving me an extra boost of energy whenever I started to droop off) and my water had turned warm.

By this time, there was also a stream of light sneaking its way into my room from outside where the sun was rising, and the birds could be heard chirping outside my window. I figured that these were both signs of night having disappeared, leaving morning in it's place. And I decided, that since the night was past, and I was still awake, I had successfully completed my task of pulling an all-nighter. I then went to sleep, for about three hours.

So Anyway . . . I'm really tired!

 

A Chest-Stabbing BFF

My best friend stabbed me in the back today! Literally, with a pencil! Except, she stabbed me in the chest, not the back. But whatever, same difference.

We were just hanging out in my room, drawing an awesome flying castle that we are going to invent sometime in the future. Well, I thought that the castle should be able to change design according to your desire, but she thought that the castle shouldn't be able to change at all. Well, we obviously started arguing about it, and the next thing I know, the pencil that she had been using to draw the tower of the castle was half way through my chest, and blood was dripping everywhere.

Yea, some friend right?! But don't worry, she immediately regretted her violent action, and helped me into the car, and into the emergency room. And after getting nine stitches, I'm totally fine. And we have a hilarious story to tell!!

Okay, so I am totally kidding about everything that I just said. Well, half way kidding.

There was actually a pencil sticking half way out of my chest, and there was blood dripping everywhere. However, it was only half of a pencil, and it was taped to my chest, and the so called blood was actually red paint. But it did look pretty amazingly scary if I do say so myself.

So here's the story:

I am constantly joking around with my friend about me dying. I say it all the time that it has become kinda of a daily joke. Everyday I will ask her something along the lines of 'What would you do if you walked into my room one day and found me lying on the floor, dead, like this?' And I then lie on the floor acting dead.

Well, today we decided to take the joke a bit further by actually painting a bloody wound on my chest. And after looking it over, we decided that we needed to make it look like something was sticking out of my chest as if someone had attacked me. Well, that it when I sent her to go and get a pencil, tape, and glue. She brought back the supplies, and we created our beautiful master piece!

Well, my mom didn't believe our story one bit, so once my friend had to go home, we decided to try it out on her family. They were a little more concerned then my mom was.

My friend runs into her house panting, and spurting out bits and pieces of our story. I come running in close behind her, panting and pretending to sob. Well, we kinda started laughing at the sight of her family, and at that moment, I ran out the back door, and then back in (that was my attempt to stop laughing). When I come back in side, I continue pretending to cry, and her mom and dad notice the blood on my chest. They appear to be a little more worried and come closer to see what is on my chest. And at that time my friend and I start busting up laughing, and we reveal to her family our little secret.

Well, I go home, and continue on with my life, with the pencil still taped to my chest. A couple minutes later, I'm making a salad with my sister and she and my little brother finally notice the blood all over my chest. After they asked what exactly it was, I told them the story. They were absolutely appalled! The had believed every word that I had told them, and even assumed that the tape (which was now kinda of coming off) was actually skin. They totally thought I was bleeding majorly until my mom revealed my secret. (Probably because my sister refused to look at it because she thought it was so disgusting.)

Well, I have to say, the two great reactions that I got were totally worth the hour that it took my friend and I to create my bloody accident. It was absolutely, 100% worth it!


So anyway . . . nobody will ever believe me again. But that is totally fine by me!

Blog Name Explanation

Seeing as the title of my blog is rather, well . . .  interestingly weird, and how anybody who doesn't know me wouldn't understand the reasoning behind the title, I figured that I would explain. (And holy smokes, I really need to learn how to write a non-run-on sentence!)

Long story short, I am a weird person. I am also a talker, a chatter-box, a non-stop talking machine, and a very distracted one at that. I tend to be known for talking, and talking, and talking, and then I drop my famous saying: 'So, Anyway . . .' before continuing on with a story that I had never gotten around to telling because I had gotten distracted. Hence the name of my blog.

The stories that I will post on this blog will most likely all be very random, and long, and you probably won't care. They are all just part of my crazy, random, daily rants. So, Anyway . . . Enjoy!