My Fabulously Extravagant Profile...?

I can already tell that this profile is going to be loads of fun. Not just to write it, but the read it as well. With mind-numbing humor, the 1400's greatest selection of new music, months of planning, and let's not forget the illustrations, brought to you by Ema Daraden, Japan's greatest artist. Note to future self: If I do ever get pictures on here done by anyone other than myself, or if that's even possible, I should delete that last part. Unless I use clip art, people plagiarize that stuff all the time...or so I've heard.

That picture over there is a beautiful picture of me and my younger brother, and no, I am not that age at the moment. I probably will be soon, though. My birthday is coming up.

I've decided to keep anyone who spends their precious time reading my stupid profile updated on whatever I've realized for the day. Not learned, realized. Very important that you should remember that. Let's jump to another topic for about 4 to 10 seconds that won't make any sense. Onward!

I'm making the font bigger...Now. Perfect. I'm sorry you had to read that.

Or you might've just skipped right over it, which is the intelligent thing to do in this case. Better yet, you might want to click on the back button up near the top of the screen. If you're indecisive, I apologize, I am too, but I'm making this a split decision. Do it NOW.

Or keep reading. Too late now. Ah, well.

Now for what I realized on the seventh day of April. In 2008, of course.

I was saying goodbye to my teacher, whose name will remain unsaid, but I actually said "Farewell, insert teacher's name here." Then I thought long and hard about the word farewell, which is really two words. I discovered that the saying isn't as close to ‘goodbye' as it is to ‘have a great day'. That sentence didn't make much sense. Oh well.

Anyway, our subconscious automatically makes us think of ‘goodbye' which is wrong. It's just weird. It's really ‘fare well' which is like ‘do well.'

In case you didn't take my advice earlier, and I'm not talking to myself, I advise you to search to the roots of words that you took for granted.

Yes, I do this on a daily basis, and yes, I enjoy it. Makes me feel right dignified.

I'm a failure of a profile writer. If any of you good people with enough heart to STILL be reading are familiar with GaiaOnline, you might be able to see my other disgraceful profile work there. I have the same username.

Just realized something else. Disgrace. Dis-grace. This about it.

I'm so very sorry.

By the way, my avatar is a picture of two people I've never met before, but the little girl looks alot like me at age 6, where the boy looks like my brother when he was four. Weird, huh? Don't even ask where I found a picture of two people who have such a strange resemblance to me and my sibling in our younger years, I don't remember anymore. The freakiest part is, I'm pretty sure that I had a dress like that, and I know my dear brother had a shirt exactly like that one. Maybe I'm in the Twilight Zone, and if that's the case then I'm sure I'll be seeing aliens soon. I'll be sure to keep you posted on that. And in case anyone who's reading this hasn't noticed, this is more of a journal than a profile. I wonder how long it'll get before I get bored with it. By the way, this paragraph and the next were written on a day that I think is the twelth of April, in 2008. It's a Sunday, if that helps.

I had to clean today. I did redo my closet, so now it's my own paradise, minus a CD collection (and a device to play said collection). I could also use a mini fridge. Maybe a disco ball, too. Oh, I wonder if after school tomorrow my dad will let me paint it. That would be, like, OMG i cAn'T eVeN tHiNk Of A wOrD tO dEsCrIbE iT!

Okay this paragraph is also possibly from April twelth. I can't understand why people type like tHiS, it takes so much more time and effort. Who would spend precious time on looking and sounding stupid? I guess an intelligent person would, seeing as my ranting gets me nowhere on the genius range. Well maybe a 1. And a half. Out of ten. I don't know!

Same day. My dad got me and my brother (my brother and me? my brother and I?) and hisself individual chicken pies. I guess pop's not all to big on sharing. If you're reading this, then kudos to your patience. If you have stopped reading this and vow never to indulge yourself into something so incredibly mindless again, then points to your brains.

I now must point out that 'not so bad' is an incredibly unencouraging review on a story that you've written.

Okay, here are some random links to a random story that was inspired by my dream last night. In fact, most of it is my dream. Here are pictures of the characters.

Edward-

Bella-

King Aku-

Cocoa- I couldn't find a picture but it's Zoey's dorm advisor from Zoey 101 (she likes ravioli, which I might've spelled wrong).

Edward's Fairly Oddparents-

And if I come up with more characters I'll put them here. Also, if you're thinking "What the heck? There's no story written by orange219 like this!" then that's because I am writing it this second.

Toodle-loo.

It's now a possibility that I'll dump the story that was inspired by a dream. I had a dream based on 'I am Legend' last night (not a nightmare, I'm too grown up for that!), and there's no way that that's gonna become a story. It's was interesting, though, because me and my allies would spray Darkwhatchamacallims with a water bottle squirter (that does not look like the correct spelling...) that contained the antidote, and they'd just fall out of the sky (because they were jumping, of course) as humans. And the skunkbags that we were staying with thought that a measly tent could protect them. Stupid-heads. The Darkwhatchamamcallims were ripping that tent to shreds. Then we were in a mall, and I was running from these weird phsycic twins who could fly, and I was wearing heelies (which I'm okay at wearing, at least I don't fall down or trip anymore) and then I tripped and fell down but got out okay.

It was weird, cause at one point I was kinda half awake (or was it part of my dream?) and I was just laying there in bed listening to my crazy heart go thump-thump-thump because I was out of breath from running. Weird part is, I was afraid of the twins, who I think were asian, not the Darkwhatchamacallims.

I really need something to do. Blah blah blah. I am he as you are he as you are we and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly. I'm crying. Sitting on a corn flake...waiting for the van to come.

I'm a freshman in high school now. And a band geek. And a dork. And that quiet girl who sits in the corner. What's her name?