VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION

What if we're all timelords... and we just can't find our watches?
O_O

An Interesting Thursday Night

Do any of you know that feeling when you're about to change into pajamas after drying off from a shower, and then you decide to see what it would be like to be a nudist and you end up spinning around your room in a rolling chair butt naked, listening to the How To Train Your Dragon soundtrack, because no one's home and you've just eaten a bag of cookies?
In other news, I forgot what the combination of hypoglycemia and excessive sugar does to my brain.

And After the Long Absence...

I'm baaa~ack!
Yep, I decided to start posting again. Happy February 29, everyone! PSYCH STARTS TODAY!! And it's an extra-long episode! :D
Oh, and I'm sick. Stomach bug, which sucks. I'm better now, though.
BORED.
I still have fifteen minutes until Psych comes on, so I'm derping around the internets, listening to songs in Russian, and playing Tetris. I got a score of 80% on it! Problem is, I don't know if that's good or bad >.<

The Adventure of Sounding Like a Parrot

I am still sick, and I have now lost my voice to the point where I sound like a half-dead parrot who's just been elbowed in the throat. Of course my lovely language classmates think it's "my voice changing" because apparently they know nothing about how girl's puberty works. I've taken up sign language, and progress from knowing 5 curse words and "juggling" (BSL), and the letters e and r and the words "be" "my" "valentine" (ASL), to knowing the entire alphabet, and the words "idiot" and "sorry".
I was holding a conversation with Derpy through this medium (she's the only one who understands ASL) and it went sort of like this: (signing is in normal type, speaking is in italics)
Me: w-h-a-t i-s l-e-t-t-e-r b-e-f-o-r-e z
Her: Y?
Me: *nods*
Her: y
Me: t-h-a-n-k-s
also... (this was after a classmate showed a poster depicting the Seahawk, a fictional ship, that had the letters HMS in front of its name where it was printed on the side, I was being picky about facts)
Me: h-m-s i-s n-o-t r-i-
Her: G-h-t?
Me: *nods*
(In explanation, the Seahawk was an American merchant ship, therefore not belonging to any leader at all and certainly not to the King of England. HMS=His Majesty's Ship)
And when I got on my bus, where no one understands ASL, I had to talk, and I was overheard by a girl I know vaguely. She expressed confusion (and possible pity) over the state of my voice, and then asked me to say various things to see how it sounded. Sally informed me that I sounded better with my voice like this. She really is one for insulting people. After she got off the bus, I was talking to Yoghurt, and I kept breaking out in coughing fits (terribly sick, remember?). In the end, he actually expressed what I think might have been his version of genuine concern/sympathy, which was really pretty sweet. And I swear, if any of you who might be reading this blog mention to Yoghurt that I said that, I will hunt you down.

I May Have Turned Up Something Cool

During my aimless browsing of the internet, I have discovered an interesting blog. Some British girl wrote it, I think. Here you go: Philosophy and Funny Shit
She seems to be a fellow pegasister, which is why I shall grace her website with its very own blog post. Brohoof! /)*(\ And on the subject of fun blogs: I'm a Ninja, I'm a Hoodie Ninja
This is Derpy's blog.

Sick

I am sick. This post is mostly to tell Fern, that's why I'm posting it so early. (Hi Fern. Pay attention to the maths teacher instead of browsing blogs for once even if you don't need to. See you tomorrow, hopefully.) I have a stuffy nose, stuffy head, headache, fatigue, and chills. Which most likely means that I should not be on the computer. Well, I miss all of you, bye.

A Rant (do not read if you are easily offended)

Am I the only one who finds it extremely irritating that some Christians ignore every message of love and acceptance in the Bible to find one verse saying being gay/lesbian is bad? America is banning gay marriage. What (logical) reason is there for that besides what the Bible says? And isn't there a law keeping religion out of politics? Oh yes, there is, and a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD seems to know the constitution better than some congressmen. Also, did anyone ever notice that the Bible also condemns:
a.) gluttony. (There is a TON about this. Too bad, 90% of people I know...)
b.) divorce. (No one's paying attention to this, are they?)
c.) women braiding their hair and wearing jewelry. (Seriously, it does condemn this. Look it up.)
d.) saying "oh my God". (Second commandment, anyone? LOOK AT IT.)
Are we going to outlaw all of those, too? Oh no, we couldn't. For a.), naturally people have a right to eat what they want, however much they want. For b.), men and women have a right to end their marriage as they see fit. For c.), women have the right to wear what they want just like men, because all people are equal, after all. For d.) well, it's freedom of speech! A right of all Americans. so, what about the rights of people who are gay or lesbian? They can't help it, it's who they are! It's in their DNA! So why can't they marry who they want? The conclusion that I draw from this is that the people who say "being gay is against the Bible!" are homophobes and use selective reading to justify their bigotry. Fun fact: homosexuality exists in close to 1,500 species. Homophobia exists in only one. Which is unnatural now? (And before anyone comments asking "are you a lesbian, then?" no, I am not. If supporting gay rights makes me gay, then I guess supporting animal rights makes me a puppy.)
*deep breath* Okay, guys, I apologize for you having to read my rant. I know I probably didn't make any sense through most of that, and I hope I didn't offend anyone. It's just, some things set me off when I see them. Sorry.

Is This Bad?

I apparently zone out and look like I'm on hardcore drugs when I either listen to good music or have my back rubbed. I never noticed. Derpy finds it absolutely hilarious. This "discovery" (Derpy told me) has resulted in two things: Derpy randomly giving me back rubs and watching me fall over, looking like I'm having fun trippy dreams, and (ever since my language class discovered this) most of my language class randomly trying to yank out my headphones or pretend to steal my iPod while I'm listening to it to watch me glare and hiss (yes, I literally hiss, don't judge me). You see why I love junior high?

SOPA/PIPA

I've been thinking about SOPA/PIPA, and I realized a few things. First: 90% of Americans put up with the government basically going to pot, and they freak out the MOMENT their internet is threatened. Second: I fall into the above 90%. THEY CAN TAKE OUR BASIC RIGHTS, OUR FREEDOM OF SPEECH, AND OUR ENTIRE COUNTRY'S LOGIC, BUT THEY CANNOT TAKE OUR INTERNET!! Third: ACTA will probably be worse. Four: I'm a little late in posting this, aren't I?

DECEPTION

I have been building my reputation as a sweet, shy, nerdy girl. I wear my hair down, curly-messy, and a little in my face, I'm practicing "don't look at me" body language, and I wear simple clothes (soft-colored and very slightly dressy shirts, washed-out jeans, beat up tennis-shoes) and my beloved cardigan all the time. (Fern says that I shouldn't call it a cardigan, since that brings to mind Umbridge, but I just get funny looks if I call it what I want to call it, which is "jumper.")  Naturally, I still have my glasses, as I'm as blind as a bat, and they really help the image. I also try to answer in class often but in a very soft voice. Therefore, I can be a teacher's pet (so therefore rarely get in trouble) and get ignored by the idiots! Hooray for maniacal plans! In other news, a strange discovery: I seem to be developing a very slight cockney accent. Not a country accent, which is more expected as I live deep in the dreadful American south (I'm really a Northerner), but a British cockney accent. Not very much, but enough for me to notice. I suppose this is a sign that I watch to much British Telly, eh?

Documentary of Stuff

I'm bored. Again. So I think I shall give you a key to some of my body language, because in all the years everyone I know has known me, no one ever seems to have figured any of this out. Okay, so... list.
Twisting/tugging at my ponytail or a lock of hair: Anxious or worried about something
Fingers in sort of stiff claws: Really irritated but really can't do anything about it.
Jiggling my leg: Either working of energy, or feeling awkward, most likely both.
Eye twitching: Freaked out or irritated (generally this is reserved for if something is ridiculously stupid or creepily perverted).
Turning my torso back and forth: If I'm smiling kind of vaguely, I'm really, really happy or exited about something, if I'm not, I feel awkward.
Randomly grabbing and holding my arms or legs: Nervous or dreading something.
Twisting my hands: Same as above.
Mouth all tight into a line: Really, really mad.
Shoulders hunched and head down: Sulking or doesn't want to talk.
Looking at nothing in particular: Zoned out, thinking about something. If you are in my line of sight, seriously, look, because my eyes are all unfocused, I am NOT staring at you.
Talking very halted or very quickly and harshly: To angry to come up with sarcasm.
Laughing kind of loud with eyes a little unfocused: On the verge of mental breakdown from anger and frustration.
Laughing: Most likely faking, unless I can't seem to stop.
Laughing and sounding like a hamster having a seizure: I am actually laughing, and this rarely happens.
Smiling kind of vaguely: Really happy.
Smiling widely: Probably faking, but I might be exited about something, although probably not.
Ta da, that's the end of psychologically dissecting Kinoko's tics. Yay.

Dear Haters:

HEY HATERS! Yeah, you know who you are. The ones who said Canadia wasn't a real thing. YEAH?! Well, I have proof now.
Canadia is REAL

MLIS!!!! (My Life Is Sherlock)

I've begun noticing yet more similarities between my life and Sherlock...
1.) John: short, loves sweaters, loves jam, logical and seems normal but is really bored with normal life, played clarinet in school, military veteran, has been called "adorable"
Me: short, loves sweaters and jam, logical and seems normal but is REALLY bored with normal life, plays clarinet (in school band), planning to go into the military when I'm older, have been called adorable (to my displeasure)
2.) Sherlock: tall, loves deducing stuff, smarter than most people, has a tendency to do odd experiments, not all that many friends, plays violin, fondness for flamboyant clothes (overcoat, scarf, etc.)
Fern: tall, loves deducing stuff, smarter than most people, has a tendency to do odd experiments (remember, I chucked a Rubix Cube out the window? I told her about that and she tried to invent a better catapult to do it more effectively), not all that many friends, plays violin (she puts my violin skills to SHAME), fondness for wearing my overcoat, and my scarf
3.) Remember Derpy? We made a pact sort of thing a while ago, anyway, we are "sisters" in the "I prefer you to my actual siblings so I shall pretend you are my sibling" sort of way. So, I'm John, she's my sister, oh look, she's Harry. Also, she sometimes gets mistaken for a boy (Sherlock thought Harry was a boy in "A Study in Pink") and she might be bi. Not sure on that last bit, though.
4.) I have a sweet friend, I shall now forever refer to her as "Rebecca Brentwood" who dotes on me, a bit, and generally acts like Mrs. Hudson, the magical landlady who IS NOT YOUR HOUSEKEEPER, dear.
5.) Sally Donovan obviously is Sally Donovan.
6.) Fern's sister is Mycroft.
7.) Fern's old enemy/friend/whoever the crap this girl was is Moriarty. We (me and Fern) are pretending that moving to Texas (what she did) is the equivalent of dying (what Moriarty did).

The end. For now. Also, the title is a play off of the very sad site, MLIT (My Life Is Twilight). I went into that dungeon of pathetic-ness, and one of the posts said, I kid you not, "OMG I just realized that I have brown hair just like Bella's MLIT!!!!"

Something

Hello, readers. You know that old post "Pointless" where I said nothing ever happens to me? Well today, something did. Something happened. My life started mirroring BBC Sherlock. With me as John Watson, and Fern as Sherlock Holmes, and an acquaintance I haven't yet mentioned as Sally Donovan. I'm just going to call her "Sally Donovan" if I ever mention her again. I probably won't. Well, it started with me mentioning that Fern was staying over to Sally on the bus.
Sally: But you're not her friend.
Me: Huh?
Sally: She doesn't have friends.
Me: Yes she does.
Sally: You should stay away from her.
Me: Why?
Sally: She's crazy.
Me: She is my friend, Sally.
*bus stops and Sally goes to get off*
Sally: Just... stay away from Fern.

In other words, almost exactly the conversation between Sally and John in "A Study in Pink". I told Fern about it and she thought it was awesome, since I forced her to watch some BBC Sherlock and she loved it. We then proceeded to call each other John and Sherlock (me as John and her as Sherlock) and speak in English accents for half the day. And I wore a jumper, and Fern wore a black trench coat and blue scarf. BRITISH TELLY FTW!

ARRG!!!

I have discovered true idiocy. The following is a post from facebook.

"What Doesn't Kill You Only Make You Stronger!" - Kelly Clarkson. ♥KELLY CLARKSON?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! That quote, although mangled by your terrible grammar, is from The Art of War by Sun-Tzu. In other words, not from your beloved KELLY▓▓▓▓ING CLARKSON. My faith in humanity has grown yet smaller.

A rant

I am annoyed and bored, so I am writing a list of stuff I hate.
-Yoghurt the person.
-Yoghurt the food.
-People in general.
-Whatever law it is that keeps underage kids from renting/owning medieval siege-type weaponry.
-BEING BORED.
And to be more cheerful, things I like.
-French fries.
-Sleeping.
-The internet.
-BBC Sherlock and Doctor Who.
-Fern and Derpy and Adelaide, and I suppose Yoghurt. Sometimes.

Hooray!!

I retook the nerd test and I got a 97% nerdiness score! Yay! It was only 90% before, but then I took it when I wasn't tired out of my mind. Here's the stuff it said:

3% scored higher (more nerdy),
0% scored the same, and
97% scored lower (less nerdy).

What does this mean? Your nerdiness is:

All hail the monstrous nerd. You are by far the SUPREME NERD GOD!!! 

 I'm so proud of myself. (And don't worry, Fern, you still have me beat by 2%.) According to Fern, the reason I didn't get a higher score before is because I can't spell, atulogh it's a porevn fcat taht hmauns can raed a wrod if olny the frist and lsat lteters are in the rgiht odrer. The ltteers in the mdilde can be a cmopetle mses, and you culod siltl raed it wtih esae. Yeah, yeah, okay, it's only because I'm lazy. And I really, really can't spell. Thank Jam for spell check.

...In other news, I WISH IT WAS FRIDAY. I want to go back to making catapults, practicing my aim with my crossbow, and conducting chemical experiments. Also, wading in the lake and bothering "Yoghurt." (Yes, I really called you that. I don't care what you wanted to be called, you get Yoghurt because you're an irritating pervert.) Yoghurt is my best guy friend, and he is irritating as ▓▓▓▓.

BORED

Does anyone know where I can buy or rent a cannon, a trebuchet or a ballista?

Stuff

The last post was true. NOTHING HAPPENS TO ME. Also, if anyone can tell me where that last post was copied from, infinite internets to you for getting my references. And now what needs to happen is I'm like John and an awesome madman shows up and makes it so something happens to me instead of nothing. Now all I need is to be all adult and such and looking for a flat. Maybe I also need to be a war veteran? Well, I'm going to join the navy later. At least that's my plan. No one thinks I can/will do it. Ah, if you ignore the rambling bit that starts with "well," and ends with "it," I suppose that's your hint, if you feel like competing for infinite internets. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored...

Pointless

Nothing happens to me.

Still Blogging, For Now

Guess what, possibly a few readers? I didn't forget the blog yet! Good for me, I suppose. I've had a good day, except for the fact that Fern is sick, probably from a combination of sleep deprivation and some random virus. (Are you reading this, Fern? Go get some Tylenol and go to sleep right now at least go to bed before 2:00 am, since there's no hope of you going to sleep sooner. *sigh*) Well, nothing else new with me besides the fact that I am bored. Very bored. BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBORED. I'm going to go watch Doctor Who, since I've run out of ways to shoot a Rubix Cube out a window. Anyone know where I can buy a cannon?

Oh Look, I've Forgotten Important Stuff... Again

Actually, I'd forgotten to add someone very important to the best friends bit in my last post! So sorry if you're reading this, dear, um, well I guess I'm going to call you "Adelaide Jones", in short, the most normal name for the most normal of my friends, even if you are still crazy. I swear, I have no idea how I forgot you, I've known you since kindergarten... Like I said in my last post. I forget random important stuff and remember random crap. Such as the fact that the average woman in America is 5'4'', that you can prove that the earth goes around the sun by measuring the paralax of a nearby star in January and June, then doing some geometry, and the lyrics to a song that's partially in Italian, partially in English, and partially in Japanese. I need a recycling folder for my mind, I swear...

The Beginning of the Weirdness

Hello, blog-readers. I found this feature on my Google Account, and decided to try it, for better or for worse. To tell the truth, it will probably be neither, and no one will ever read this, and I will throw my thoughts out into cyberspace so they can be eaten by the Matrix. Sounds fun, hm? So, I might do some posting, and I might forget this entirely in the span of two days. I may have an eidetic memory, but it doesn't generally hold much of anything useful. Hooray. Okay, I'm rambling, well, I suppose to begin I should tell you something about myself... Random facts about Kinoko, then.
-I absolutely love the show BBC Sherlock, and Doctor Who is a close second.
-I have brown hair that doesn't like to obey the laws of physics, which basically means it's super messed up curly/wavy. I keep it in a ponytail all the time.
-I wear glasses, because of a lazy eye.
-I have two dogs and a hamster.
-I play violin and clarinet, and I'm teaching myself piano. Although the extent of my skills as a pianist are one scale, three TV theme songs, and "What Shall We Do With the Drunken Sailor."
-My two best friends I will, from here on out, refer to as Fern V. Erfitz (she knows why I picked this and she will probably be irritated with me if she ever reads this) and Derpy Derpson (I swear she wanted to be called this).
-I am bored very, very easily, and when I'm bored I tend to do crazy things. (For example, I once made a catapult out of random household objects and flung a Rubix Cube out a window. It was quite fun.)
-My real name is not Kinoko, but I prefer to be called that. I shall never tell you my real name, though to tell the truth it's probably written somewhere on this page. I'm not very tech-savvy.
Okay, enough of random facts. I'll see you, non-existent readers, tomorrow.