STOLEN!

Hello all. This is Joelle's wonderful awesomely awesome friend. Let's call me Demyx :). I am stealing her blog for the time being simply because we are at a party and I want to. So nener nener nener. :P

Yes, this is how life goes when you're with me. Joelle knows this. Now, since this is a "rant" blog, I will share a small rant of my own. You all know that guy that types using way too many letters? Yeah, I hate that guy. Becausee peoplee dontt uundersttandd thatt youu can typee by usingg justt oone letttter insteadd of fivee afterr everyy wordd. Yeah. Don't be that guy. Because it drives everyone bonkers, distracts people from the point you are trying to get across, and, let's face it, it makes you look flat out stupid.

Next rant. People who say "no offense". You know, it doesn't really mean anything just because you say "no offense". Example of something that will never happen. Ever.

"Hey, I freaking hate your guts. no, offense though."

"Oh, none taken, man. It's fine because you didn't mean to hurt me."

"Yes. I'm so glad you understand. Let's be friends."

...Really? I don't think so.

OH! Story time.

At this party we're at, Joelle took my seat at the table while I was getting a drink. Then, Kendall sat down in her seat. I come back, and am left standing. Yes, I am seatless. (I know. It's terrible. I am so mistreated. T-T) And so, in retaliation, I put an ice cube down her shirt. (Joelle hates cold things, fyi.) She freaked out, but didn't move. So, I got another ice cube and tried to put it down Kendall's shirt. He stood up and I think was able to get away. But, in return, I got his seat. So, I sat. Kendall was left seatless. (Sad, I know, but it had to be done. Maybe it's karma or something like that. I dont believe in karma, but whatever.) So, I was in Kendall's chair next to Joelle. She then informed me that I never did get my original chair back. I then picked up my water and poured it in her 7up. She kind of looked at it like "...so?" I just laughed and was like "HAHAHA! NOW IT IS WATERED DOWN!" (Which is great because I am Demyx and water is kind of my thing). She frowned and then had to dump out her 7up. I felt empowered. (Which never happens around Joelle because she is totally BA and I'm more... silly/wacky/easily-distracted/clumsy/a walking disaster.)

Oh, boy. I'm not sure what's happening now, but Joelle just screamed "I AM A LEGAL ADULT!" ...I'm scared. XD

They are playing Apples to Apples now. So it looks like my priorities just switched. Apples to Apples is now #1.

So, goodnight world. I'm out. Peace, love, and happiness. Keep rocking man :)

Oh, and happy new year. :)

RAGE.

It's kind of a tradition that my brother and I each get a video game for Christmas. What can I say? We're junkies. I mean, really. I don't think I could survive more than a month without playing video games at least once. Everyone I know can attest to that fact. Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Jak and Daxter, you name an RPG, I've probably played it, and Logan's big into the sports games, specifically NBA stuff. So anyway, I got the new Jak and Daxter game (YEAH!) and Logan got... um... (what did he get?) Oh. NBA 2k10. Or something. (I don't know these things.)

Anyway, the extended family live in Missouri and Kansas, so every year around Christmas we log thousands of miles on the cars and ship out. Usually we open presents Christmas morning and then load up, are in Saint Louis by evening, stay the night, and then head to Kansas.

Now, anyone who's been doing the math can see where this is going. New video game = desire to play. However, being in a car = no PS2. So I packed up the PS2 and our new games and cords and all that good stuff and we headed off, hoping to get some playtime in at the hotel.

Well, Logan gets to unpacking the PS2 and quickly realizes... the controller is missing.

I could have SWORN I stuck it in there. I mean, I distinctly remember wrapping it up and telling Logan, "I'm only packing one controller," and him saying, "Okay," and then taking it into my room, and then... nothing. I am now confident that it is sitting on my bed, thinking, 'no one loves me. They took the Playstation and NOT ME.'

(I'm sorry, poor abandoned controller. I do love you. I promise.)

So basically we've got new games, a nice big TV, a working PS2... and no way to play it. FML.

Size Matters.

I pride myself on being a tall girl. I mean, I'm not super-model tall, but I'm taller than average. Always have been. I mean, I'm around 5'7", which isn't anything special, except I've pretty much been this tall since, like, eighth grade. I got really tall really fast growing up, and I was always one of the tallest in my class.

But sometime this past summer, my brother Logan got taller than me.

It doesn't sound like a big deal, I know. BUT IT IS. I know guys are generally taller than girls. I KNOW. But that doesn't make the fact that my little brother is now taller than me any better. I swear, yesterday I was kickboxing his ass across the loft. (I'm not even joking. That actually happened.) Once upon a time, I could take him DOWN. HARD.

I was becoming accustomed to the fact that he was going to end up taller than me and that was that, until I came back for Christmas this year, and lo and behold, Logan is taller than DAD now. Which puts Logan at around 5'11", Dad at 5'10", Mom at 5'8" (give or take) and me at... 5'7".

Yeah. I'm the shortest one in the family. How wrong is THAT?

Password?

Today was my last day of lab class, and consisted of a five-minute survey and a ten-minute safety quiz, so I got back to my dorm around an hour earlier than usual. Emily has a class at the same time that goes till nine, but she didn't get out early like I did, so I walked back to my dorm with my lab partner (a new lab partner, not the dumb one that spilled acid all over me.)

We went into Anne and Emily's room rather than mine because I wasn't sure if Aliena was working on something, and Anne and David were both immersed in computer games (Call of Duty for Anne, World of Warcraft for David.) I was bored, so I started to get on Emily's computer to check my Facebook... and realized that she was already logged in on her own.

Me: -maniacal laughter-

I mean, come on. The girl doesn't password protect her computer (well, she does, but not from the screen saver) and she was ALREADY LOGGED IN to Facebook. She was ASKING to get messed with.

So of course I indulged myself, posting various status updates about how awesome I am, replacing her entire Flair board with hacking-related buttons or the four buttons I managed to find with my name on them, giving her a Twilight-related profile picture and desktop background, and rewriting most of her profile to reflect my awesomeness and her general inferiority as a vertically-challenged, adopted, unloved lefty.

Oh, and I tacked an extra paragraph onto her Seminar paper waxing eloquent on my amazingness and how I should be crowned supreme queen of the world.

Then to finish it all off, I switched her Facebook language to German so I could understand it and she couldn't, and changed her user account password to 'joelleisawesome'.

Needless to say, she was VERY UNHAPPY when she got back from her class.