Bloggin'

I think I've mentioned this before, but for those of you who don't know, Blogger lets you see "stats" of your blog. These are things such as how many pageviews you got, at what times, what country people are viewing your blog from, and referring sites. Well I just checked my stats and I got a few pageviews from a guinea pig blog, who linked other guinea pig blogs on their website. That's cool and whatever, but mine isn't really a guinea pig blog. Yes, I talk about guinea pigs a lot because they are AWESOME. But it's still just my personal blog about, well, anything I want. However, if you happen to be reading this after clicking the link form the guinea pig blog, I will gladly talk to you about guinea pigs if you want to comment or e-mail me. Also, here is the link for all of my posts with the label "guinea pig" 

Also, on my stats, Cheesebutt got it's first view from an iPad.

PS: I found it amusing that in my last post, which had nothing to do about guinea pigs, I mentioned guinea pigs twice. I guess I do actually just sit at home and think about guinea pigs all day.

PS PS: I just realized I'm wearing a t-shirt with a guinea pig on it today. It's from the girl's department at Target, an XL, but still I couldn't resist buying it.

Spend an hour or so with me. Or not.

For quite some time now, all of my blog posts have been things that I have thought of beforehand. Sometimes they even required planning. But there's a certain personal quality to a blog post that has no direction. Every sentence exists in my head for only seconds before it hits the keyboard. You never know where it's going to go.

The reason for this impromptu post? The computer will not let me log onto Facebook. I was devastated at first.  How was I supposed to survive another hour at work? Work?  There isn't any, except the occasional phone call. Homework? Please, it is almost the weekend. So here I am, typing this very exciting blog post.

I actually do have a post idea that I thought of today. I wanted to get another one in since obviously no one understands the way my mind work and actually understood the last post. But that's probably all for the best. I wrote this upcoming post during lunch today. Why didn't I type that one up right now since I have the time, you ask? I didn't feel like it. It is almost the weekend, remember?

I'm really looking forward to this weekend.  First of all, it's the first weekend in a month where I am not working at all. Second, I normally use these not working weekends to get all the shit done that i need to do-like big homework assignment and filling out the many forms involved in transferring schools. But for this weekend my to-do list is as follows: do nails, catch up on sleep. Nice. Not that I don't have shit to be done. I'm just not going to do it this weekend. For the sake of my mental health. It all can wait another week or two.

All right, people I am down to 36 minutes left until I can go home. We've made good progress in terms of time elapsation that didn't feel 50 times as long as it actually is due to the fact that there is nothing to do.

There's a new Grey's Anatomy on tonight. It's a musical episode. When I first heard there was going to be a musical episode, I felt scared. If you are having a hard time relating to why I would feel that particular emotion do this: think of your favorite drama TV show or movie, now imagine, all of a sudden, they grab who are whatever is closest to them, whirls it around the floor and start singing. Get it now? If you're really that much of a nerd, you can apply the previous scenario to your favorite drama novel, if you don't have a favorite drama TV show or movie. But I got over that feeling, and I became excited- something new and different. Then they had no new episodes for three weeks(until last week)- and I got mad. One big hyped-up musical event at the price of three new episodes- it's not worth it. Part of me doesn't want to watch it tonight. Like a thats-what-you-tv-people-get-for-not-having-any-new-episodes-for-three-weeks-in-a-row type thing. That'll show 'em, I'm sure.

T minus 22 minutes.

T minus 21 minutes.

T minus 20 mintues.

Well, sitting here is fun. Now I've ran out of things to talk about. Am I really going to talk about how I ran out of things to talk about? Yes, yes I am. This sucks. This blog post was supposed to cure my boredom and now I have nothing left to say. Are you even still reading this? You must be really bored to. I know if I saw this really long post, I'd be all like, "Hell no, I'm no reading all that!" Like, what do you think I'm some kind of reader or something? I mean, if I wanted to read, I wouldn't be on the Internet, seriously.

That's actually not true, I enjoy reading things on the Internet. Especially news stories on Yahoo (cuz lets face it some of them don't really qualify as news, but they're interesting as hell) and funny websites like notalwaysright.com. I'm not going to turn that into a link. If you really want to go to that website, you can type it in your damn self. Don't expect me to do everything for you, ya baby. Plus, I've linked to that site before. Not my fault if you didn't feel like clicking on it back then and you do now.

13 minutes...

So, nice weather we're having? Sort of. We warmer than we have been most days this year, but right now we're below the average for this time of year-at least that's what they said on the radio. Something like that anyways.

11 minutes...

I have to pee. I know you really wanted to know that. So, now you know. I'm also hungry. Two days ago, I decided I was going on a diet because I need to lose a few pounds. One day ago I ate Oreos and vetoed my decision from the day before. I did, however, decided to eat less junk food. That's why I only had 2 Oreos instead of the 6 I usually eat in one sitting. And I usually have more than one sitting. But yesterday I only at two total. I was very proud of myself.

7 minutes- we're getting close. I can feel the excitement. I can almost picture myself shutting off the light, walking out that door, closing and locking it, and realizing I left something in here. Well, luckily that has never happened to me- yet.

Ok, now I'm down to 5 minutes and I think I must sign off now. You know, I have to lock the file cabinets, log off the comp, turn off lights and that shit. I enjoyed spending this hour with you. Well, it was an hour for me (a little less). But you probably read it faster though. If it did take you an hour to read this, that's ok, I won't judge you (just because you're slow). See what I did there?

Oh, and to keep with the whole writing-as-I-think-it thing, I'm not going to go back and edit this thing. So if there are misspelling or something that doesn't make sense- too fuckin bad.

6:59. C ya.

You guys suck

WHAT'S NOT WITH THE CAMEL?
CAMELS ARE AWESOME. AND I TOOK THAT PIC MYSELF. 

You know who I'm talking to, you two pollers.

I probably shouldn't have put that as a choice on the poll, if was just going to make me mad, but I'm not that mature. If you voted for that, Click here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camel. Because I really think you should learn about something before you judge it.

Wanna play a game?

So, I just realized that I have no posts at all for the month of October. And that is just not acceptable. It's not that I haven't had ideas. I'm just too lame to sit here and type them up.

If you are up for it, I would like to play sort of a game as a way to get my ass to write something (well my ass isn't really involved in the writing-mainly just my head and fingers.) Give me a topic, any topic, and I will blog about it. There are no exceptions and no limits. Any topic you give me, I will have to write something about it. Seriously, ANYTHING!

So shoot. Put it in the comments. Offer expires at the end of the weekend.

My average thoughts of the day in a sensical order

6:05 am: F*** you, alarm clock.
6:59 am: I'm not late [to work]! For once.
8:45 am: I really have to pee, there's no time to pee, but I really gotta go pee.
11:00 am: I want to go home now. 
2:10 pm: I'm gonna sit here and look busy because I always finish early on Saturdays. I'll print the nourishment labels at 2:30. That only takes a few minutes.
2:32 pm: Printer jam. That's ok, I got it.
2:33 pm: Printer jam again. Oh boy.
2:34 pm: Printer jam. Dammit.
2:35 pm: Printer jam. What the F***! I only have 1 page printed! are you seriously going to do this to me printer?!?!
2:45 pm: I swear to God, printer, if you don't print these without jamming every other page I am going to take a hammer and smash you to little pieces!
2:46 pm: There we go.
2:47pm: Printer jam. *screams inside*
3:04 pm: Done. I gotta get outta here.
3:25 pm: Mushroom burger. mmmm. Tastes great, you know, with cheese, ketchup, mustard and pickles.
3:28 pm: Phone call from a boy or finish burger. Boy.
3:38 pm: Burger.
5:00 pm: Must. Nap. Now.
6:45 pm: Taco Bell bean burrito looks like poop. I want to smush it.
6:50 pm: I smush it.
8:00 pm: Phone call from boy again. Sorry. I don't feel like dealing with people right now.
8:34 pm: I don't want to be a vet.
8:40 pm: Phone call from Person! Ewww...that's a lovely dream (no).
9:30 pm: I should blog. I have nothing to blog about. Oh well, I blog anyway.

Fun fact

In my dream last night, I wrote a new blog post. I wish I remembered what it was because this is the lame post you get now.

PS: I have about 5 ideas for blog posts. I'm just too lazy to write them.

PS again: I had a better dream two nights ago where I got to fly and save the day by killing an evil woman with red streaks in her hair after a mid-air battle. Good imaginary times.

Like a celebrity marriage

Well, my plan to blog almost everyday has offically ended. It didn't last very long. Oh well.

The problem is; my life is too boring, so I have nothing interesting to write about. True, that a really creative person could make something interesting out of anything, which was my intention, but I'm too lazy to do that. And whether not I could actually do that is another story, but we don't need to discuss it because it might hurt my feelings.

Good new though- winter break. Fuck. Yeah.

Pardon my language.

Protecting my identity

I don't know if you have noticed, but I changed my name. Rodent girl was something I thought of when I couldn't think of anything else and no one read my blog. Now, for all two of you who read it regularly, you get to see a different pen name. Not that it matters much.

I constructed my new alias based on my two favorite fictional female doctors. "Remy" from Dr. Remy Hadley from House. and "Stevens" from Dr. Isobel Stevens from Grey's Anatomy. Also known as Thirteen and Izzie respectively. And (insert chimes and bright, flowy colors) Remy Stevens was born. I'm their love child. JK.

I picked this name because both characters are hot and smart. That is all I aspire to be. Plus, I love House and Grey's Anatomy.

Please don't shoot!

Sorry Ryan for stealing the place where you got your blog template. I really wanted to change mine and this was the only website that worked. If it makes you feel any better this isn't even the one I really wanted- that one didn't work either (just my luck). You should consider it a testament to your coolness.

Contradiction season

I just realized that my blogging name is Rodent Girl, yet for my profile pic I have a picture of frogs. It just doesn't make sense. Then I realized it was good timing because of the recent starburst commercials with their contradictions- Scottish Korean, solid yet juicy starbursts, albino lifeguard. "One contradiction eating another!" If you don't know what I'm talking about- you don't watch enough TV.

Blogliness

Does my blog look a little off to you? I was playing with it last night because I was bored and would you believe I ended up changing the whole template?! Then I freaked out and changed it back, but I couldn't remember the exact color of some things. So it may look slightly different. You probably didn't even notice. I did change the picture on the title though- that was on purpose. However if anyone remembers what color the post title color was, let me know.

I need a new hobby

The thing I'm learning about blogs is that you need to have a certain topic for each post. It makes for easy reading and it's also more interesting that way.

The problem is I can never remember what I wanted to blog about. Between my inadequate memory and my erratic emotions it's hard to me to post anything at all. So from now on, I've decided I'm just going to post whatever the hell I want whether it is interesting and makes sense, or not. You've been warned.

Forgetfulness

I just read my friends' blog- the one that had the same colors as my blog. Let me tell you, I'm glad I changed mine so it wouldn't match theirs because mine is totally better looking than theirs. Oh sure, they have better posts and people actually read theirs, but mine is prettier all that's all that matters. I'm just joking around people- my friends' blog is cool looking too.

Oh crap, I just spaced out and now I totally don't remember what I was going to write about. And that pretty much describes my writing style. It kind of makes it hard to write a blog.

My First Blog.

Welcome to all those who are reading this. I'd like to tell you now that you are wasting your time reading my blog because I am not an interesting person. This is your last warning.

For all of you that are still here, I'll tell you a little about myself. My name is-well i'm not going to tell you because this is the Internet and there are a lot of creeps out there. However, I'll respond to frog girl, rodent girl, cheesebutt, blue horse, or weird girl. My age is somewhere between 11 and 25, but unfortunatly I have to admit I'm in high school since most of my life centers around it. My favorite color is purple, I love frogs and guinea pigs, I have two brothers and a sister, I play the flute, I hate sports, I'm kind of nerdy, and I have an incredibly boring personality which is why my friends never invite me anywhere.

Have you decided to stop reading this yet?