Argle Blargle

Sorry for abandoning this place for a while. I kinda forgot it existed. Yeah. Expect a lot(or at least a few...actually maybe a couple...well, at least one) post(s) from me this weekend, as I've had a few adventures since last I blogged.

Today's adventures were my Valentines Day adventures, even though we're still a couple days from Valentines day. Let me explain. I mean, it's not like you have a choice. I'm going to explain no matter what you do. I suppose you could hack my account, but why you would do that is beyond me. Okay, no it's not. CEASE RAMBLE. CONTINUE BLOG. Which when you think about it, really is just one big, occasionally illustrated* ramble, but whatever.

This week at my school, people could buy a carnation for their sweet heart/friend/person they're stalking/creeping on/themselves/anyone who goes to my school and so today they came, and everyone got them.
As someone who lost most all interest in Valentines day ever since we stopped decorating shoe boxes with stickers and construction paper and getting cheesy cards and candy from everyone else in class, I didn't buy anyone one. As someone with multiple defects and a big mouth, I didn't receive one. As someone who lives/has a locker in the 'Make-out hill' part of the school (the band hallway is to our school as Chicago is to the US, the art hallway is that scary dark alleyway with mysterious stains that you have to walk through to get home in less than two hours, and the area my locker is in is surrounded by at least five PDAing couples) the ground was littered with discarded petals, stems and the occasional flower head. Back to the story. I was walking around with my friend Hannah (check out her wares here:http://zwireworks.blogspot.com/) and she was saying how she was going to start a lonely hearts club for all the people who hadn't gotten flowers. Later, as we were walking past my locker area, there, lying on the ground amidst all the carnation carnage was...more carnage. So I picked up a flower head and gave it to her. Then we skipped about school, found a discarded stem, skipped to the art room and tapped them together. The moral of this story is that re gifting will save you a buck, and give you much more joy they simply buying a load of them and standing in front of my locker. That is if it's you and a friend. Do that to you're girlfriend (or boyfriend)because if (s)he's not the type who appreciates skipping, trips to the art hallway for tape, and you-had-to-be-there humor you're in trouble.

My other story happened a bit before this one, but it wasn't till I was talking with Hannah that I realized the full consequences of what had taken place. I actually did get a Valentines day gift today, but it was from the fates themselves and either far better or far worse than a flower (in my opinion. Maybe you like flowers more than mysterious cookies). So, anyways, I was walking down the hallway with my good buddy Lawrence (not his real name, but codenamed that until he chooses a better one. Why? Because code names are awesome) and we were talking about his rat Phillis's weird tumor that grew huge and then shrunk. I suggested that it could be a parasite and Lawrence was thoughtful as only Lawrence can be. That was when it happened. Yeah, thats right. It.

"Oh hey, look," said Lawrence suddenly, pointing at a blue plastic package that lay abandoned on the floor, "Oreos**." Lokii's eyes widened for a second she deliberated her next move. Moving quickly, lest the owner of the cookies come back and be angry and muscular, she swept the cookies up from the floor, hugging them to herself like a mother with a tasty, dangerous, possibly sprinkled with rat poison child***.
"What are you doing?" Lawrence asked her with a small, awkward laugh, "Do you know whose those are?"
"They're mine," she snapped, and, ancient scavenger survival instincts running amok through her veins, she hurried quickly to an empty corner of the hallway. Once there, and still followed by the bemused Lawrence, she sat down, unzipped her backpack and stuffed the cookies inside, "They're mine," she repeated once more, this time with more confidence.

The cookies are still in my backpack. The package is opened, but pretty much full, with maybe a third of the cookies eaten. They appear to be unmoldy and I ate one a few hours ago and have suffered no adverse affects so far. Knowing me, I'll probably save them for some impromptu hallway picnic. The moral of this story is not to leave you cookie lying on the floor. Creepy people like me exist who will take them, find out what rat poison looks like, check the cookies for them and eat them later with unknowing friends.
So anyway, right now you might be wondering, Lokii, this is all very nice, but what could this possibly have to do with Valentines day? WELL I'LL TELL YOU. While talking with Hannah, I realized that this was my Valentines day gift. Not from some pimply teenager who I don't care about, but from the universe, from luck and chance and not being picky about where my cookies come from. And so in conclusion, the world is either trying to put me to sleep, or give me a nice present. I'm really not sure which one. I can't rely on past experience with the universe and food either, because I already checked them for boxelder bugs.

Oh yeah, and just so onone is wondering why on earth my mother would let me keep floor oreos (other than to teach me a lesson), to keep my dearest Mutti's reputation safe, I haven't told my mom.
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* funny story. All my art is currently being done on the weird tree stuff (paper, I think is what it's called) and those weird stick things called pencils because my computer broke and my dad doesn't want me taking over his laptop with my tablet and photoshop. I'm sure you care.

** TM and whatnot

***It is apparent that Lokii would not be a good mother.

CJ-Sama's meme

Here's a cool little meme that I snagged from CJ. It was quite fun, actually, so enjoy!


1. What's your muse?

I’ll let him to the talking here.

I’m not a muse, I’m a motivation, which is exactly what Mi—Lokii? What? Well, if you insist… *rolls eyes* which is exactly what Lokii needs. She’s got all the creativity in the world, she just won’t do anything with it. To be honest the last thing she needs is a muse. First of all, muse’s, motivation’s like myself, whatever you prefer, we’ve all sprung from our artist or writer (in my case she’s both, lucky me, two things I need to nag her about)’s subconscious. Having a muse would, well, muse’s are for getting the creative juices flowing and for idea’s and the like. She’s got all that. For heaven’s sake, this child has super ADHD! She has no end of ideas, though quite a few of them are crap, but she’s so easily distracted. The bottom line here is my job is hard enough without some muse she dosen’t need flitting in and out and not letting her write when it’s gone. –huff-

Me: Well Okay then!

.: Writer bit :.

2. Have you based characters on people you know/met?


Nope. I don’t see the point of creating character’s if I’m just going to stuff traits down their throats instead of letting them develop on their own



3. Have you finished any of your works?

Three off the top of my head, though quite possibly lots more. It all depends on what you consider ‘works’. Janus Bond, a spy spoof, Anim, a semi-short mystery story who’s setting an characters were used again in my NaNo novel, and White Diamond, a gawd awful first novel that I wrote from 3rd to 4th grade that we shall not speak of.


4. How many works have you written?

toooooooooooooooo even begin counting. Even I don’t know.



5. What is the longest story (pages, years devoted to it, and chapters) you've written?

Longest lengthwise (again, not sure here) was The Labyrinth and What Follows, 60K+ words, two months, 84 pages, about 19 chapters, and one 6000 word footnote.

6. What type of stories do you write?

Anywhere from fiction to fantasy. The fiction I write is just fantasy enough to not be considered realistic fiction (thank goodness, I doubt I could bear writing about real life) but I don’t write deep fantasy like “Dragon Lance” either.
And (if I may quote my ‘favorite books section’) I like to write books where the characters have adventures, instead of Allison learning to get over being dumped by her boyfriend while at the same time dealing with her dad’s suicide.

.: Musician bit :.


7. What instruments do you play?

*snort*(I am snorting with laughter, because I am filling out the ‘musician bit’ and I am not a musician in the slightest)
My nose, dearie, my nose


8. Is there anything you want to play?

Hrm…lessee… the Theremin

9. Do you write your own songs? What are they mostly about?

Again, I say unto thee: *snort*
The only time I wrote songs was when the characters who I was working with had a band, and so I decided to try my hand at writing some songs. They were mostly crap, though a couple of them…I’m quite embarrassed to say this, but one of them in particular, I like. Mainly the tune though.

10. Do you have a band?

Again, the only one I can name would be Phantom, the band my characters above started. I mean, it sort of counts. I was the one doing all the real work there


.: Artist bit :.


11. What type of art do you make?

Any kind I want


12. Has your art been in an art show?

Yep, it’s been in the Art Fair a couple times, it’s been on show at school, and at our Art Center several times


13. Have you drawn anything for a friend?

‘Course. What fun is drawing when you can’t draw odd, confusing images on the birthday cards of friends? (the answer is still a lot. I now call them (or at lease Danny) and sing obnoxious birthday songs. This year I accidentally called a day early and had to stop after about 5 seconds later. Luckily for me, it was Danny’s coach’s birthday, and Danny had his number, so I called his coach and sang an obnoxious song. I think I may have been on speaker phone too. Hmm)


14. On a scale of 1 to 10, what would you rate your art?
Pfft, not a clue dearie, not a clue. It’s all relative, the quality differs from piece to piece, and add that to the fact that I drew it and therefore can only see it’s flaws…heck if I know!