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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.

This Post has a Split Personality

I'm rather proud of the world right now. It's been a week I think since Haiti's big earthquake, and since then I've seen people helping. My youth group is going to have a dance to raise money for the people there (the 'Shake for the Quake'), my school has already started making pins and things and selling them to raise money, and the army is helping to get the earthquake victems fresh water.
People are doing what they can to help. And it's making a difference.
I've always been skeptical about countries lending helping hands to other countries. Sure, you can raise money or have mission trips and build houses, but it seems like it never makes a big difference. But I think that this time a diffrence is being made.
I doubt I'm really convaying how I feel right now, but I'm proud of you world, of how you havn't sat back in your recliner and said 'Oh, those poor devils, thats just awful. Say honey, whats for dinner?" about this.
Believe me when I say that nothing will make me angrier than that, especially when I do it.
It's strange to see that hope n'stuff can come from something like this.
World, we're doing well. Let's try to keep it up
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Oh, and aside from that, I've got some trivial stuff to blather on about.
Mainly Computer Tech class. I like it alot more than our comp tech class in middle school. It consisted of us learning to type, somthing that had happened over three years ago, but we still had to do every year. I hated it so very much.
There was no talking, whispering, slouching, not looking at the computer screen, not having the hateful orange plastic covers ironically dubbed 'speed skins' on out keyboards or being on anything but the typing program (i.e- internet, microsoft word).
If you had the nerve to talk, whisper, slouch, look at your fingers/the clock/your neighbor's computer screen, have the 'speed skin' off or be on something other than they typing program, you would be yelled at by our teacher and possibly have your computer privleges revoked (this included the typing program, meaning that you effectivly failed the class, and the teacher would be angry with you again), who could see everyone from where she sat. The same things would happen to you if you dared to not sit in your assigned seat or if you didn't push your chair in.
I shed no tears over leaving this class for high school.
This year, we're tyoing again, but we're also learning things like powerpoints, browsers, excel, and Carpel Tunnel Syndrom (no, really. I just finnished a paper on it). I also like where I sit. I sit right in the back of the classroom, and from where I sit, I can see a bunch of the other computer screens.
Whats that?
Nosy?
Ha! Not a chance. I'm merely curious.
Why no, what did curiousity do?
Your cat?! Well I'm terribly sorry to hear that!
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*cough* Sorry about that.
I wouldn't consider myself nosy, it's not like I evesdrop or the like, but I am curious like that, and seeing what other people are doing at their computer's when I know they're not going to be doing anything too creepy holds intrest with me.
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Okay, I don't think I really have anything left to say. For now at least.