To All of My Beautiful Followers:

THANK YOU. :)
Having 15 followers really warms my heart, honestly.
You guys are amazing!
Now, I'd like to let you guys know about my new website,  
The Beanie Shop!

I am currently selling adorable little creatures that are 100% unique! Free shipping on all items!

Check it out right now.

& buy one or two, of course. ;)

Search Alphabet Soup!

I'm very proud to present...now you can officially search http://www.acupofalphabetsoup.blogspot.com!


Look, I'm so happy! Make sure you use it--it really is quite helpful.

Well, that is all.

Just had to tell y'all. :)

Strange Dreams

Lately, I've been having really weird dreams that freak me out.
...and I'm a teenager.
You'd think I was a little old, but no, I still have nightmares.
When I was little, I had probably one of the creepiest dreams you can imagine.(Well besides the time a group of Indians told me that my cat was sacred and threatened to shoot me with their arrows if I didn't give them him...)


I was sleeping soundly, then I escaped to my dream world.

Yes, there was a T-Rex warning on the t.v.

Long story short, I ran to find my parents and I saw my dad with his briefcase walking out the door.
I put on a whole dramatic scene and said "No, Daddy! You can't go! You'll be eaten alive!"

...

No one listens to me.

So There's This Girl...

Who cuts everyone off.
Like, say you're walking with your friend and you see her from the corner of your eye.
First instinct? RUN.
(It's not that I'm a mean person, I'm not, but this girl is just so stinkin' RUDE.)
She somehow manages to shove in between you and your friend and then totally ignore the friend.

I've asked her about it before and she's like 'IDK, LOL :DD'
..?
'I JUST DO, LOLZ.'
You don't just 'accidentally' ignore somone. :P

Sorry for the awful post, I had to drink poison Poetry homework.

P.S. I didn't mess up on her hair, it actually looks like it. It can be really pretty, just usually she doesn't do anything special to it. (not that that's a problem.)

I'm Awesome :D

For officially being the 100th follower of 

The New Adventures of Christine, I got this medal:

Because I'm awesome. :)

                                                                          

The end.

'Irritants'

I have some irritants.
Okay, a lot.
Like obvious liars, slow websites, not being able to fall asleep...oh, and poetry.
Poetry is from the devil, I swear. Not to mention, I'm absolutely AWFUL at it. Call me wacky, but I don't
consider this good:

Now, poetry's not the only thing that irritates me.
Only one of the many, many things.
Another one? {as if you'd want to know & actually care.}
People taking credit for your hilarity.
It's just like when you tell someone the right answer to a math problem, they  tell the teacher, get a prize or something and
1. they never thank you.
2. they never tell anyone that it was really you.

Like 5 minutes later you hear the person you JUST told the story to telling a group your story, and they're loving it.

You're waiting. Waiting for the truth to come out so they know YOU were the comic mind behind the story.
Waiting....
....
waiting for your recognition....
...
waiting to not be a loser anymore...
...
WAITING FOR THE ATTENTION YOU DESERVE.
and then...

And just like that, you've witnessed the harsh reality that is story telling.


Anyways....that is all.
The end.