I KEEL YOUUU

So my family is getting our floors redone throughout our upstairs loft, which means that we are required to pack up all of our stuff from floor to ceiling and put it all into the basement.

This is the first time that I have ever had to do this.  I mean, I've painted my walls a few times, but usually we just move all my stuff into the middle of the room when that happens, so no big deal.

This time, though, I actually have to move everything.


This idea is slightly terrifying to me since I have sooo many delicate and important items in my room that are now going to be put in big breakable boxes!  When I vocalized my concern to my mom, she told me that I should write fragile on the top of the box so that whoever moved it would be careful.  But there are multiple flaws with that plan.  First of all, many of the boxes we are using are old and already have lots of writing on them.  What if they thought that the word "fragile" was from some other life, and right now the box is only holding my teddy bear collection? THEN WHAT?

Or, what if they read the word "fragile," but weren't paying close enough attention and they weren't careful enough.  THEN WHAT?

So in order to make sure the mover of my boxes was fully convinced, I left vague threats on the top of each of the boxes.

My mom did give me a strange look when she saw my boxes, but don't worry, I'm pretty sure she can't think I'm crazy enough to actually go through with getting me help.  If she did, she would have taken action years ago.

A message from my unicorn:

Recent searches.

So I recently stumbled upon a blog post all about how to clear your recent history on Google or Yahoo or any other search engine.  The people on the site seemed particularly passionate about clearing their search engines.  Apparently they like to keep their searches a secret.  Or else they are concealing the fact that they are murderers.

It's an interesting idea to consider that a person's recent search entries tell all about them.  I wonder...

What would recent searches be of important people like... I don't know? Harry Potter?
So I started brainstorming.  Here's what I came up with.

Harry Potter:

Kim Kardashian:

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My unicorn:

Lady Gaga:

Do you have any other ideas for funny recent searches of celebrities?


This led me to think... what are MY recent searches?  So I'll tell you, and you can evaluate what they say about my superego or unconscious, or whatever...

Hmm, if I were to analyze me, I'd say I was a forgetful, narcissistic, tweeting old guy who lived in Canada when he was alive but is now traveling the underworld whilst playing word games.

Sounds about right.  This analyzation of recent searches is spot on!

Alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic.

Hey guys! *cheesy wave here*
I've missed you!
But probably not as much as you've missed me!

-_-

That was a pathetic attempt at an emoticon to display a look of utter disapproval of whatever I was trying to say in that last sentence.  I'm still confused...
moving on...

I'm feeling slightly delirious at this early hour of the morning, but I cannot fall asleep for one or both of the following reasons:
1. My mind has this annoying characteristic of becoming extremely wise and clarified toward the early hours of the morn, and thus I cannot for the life of me fall asleep when all of a sudden I have an epiphany that reveals the meaning of life or some other similarly colossal theory about existence.
2. I've slowly become nocturnal over the course of winter break.

But, since I'm awake and enthusiastic, (that elementary school song just popped into my brain.  Do you know what I'm talking about? I'll teach it to you at the end of this blog.), I've decided to do a new type of blog tentatively called "Bee's stream of consciousness and probably quite boring and definitely quite long post that if you read you will either gain profound knowledge or lose IQ points" post.

So here goes, this is what is in my brain:

BRAIN DUMP

1.  Do you ever suddenly get an accent stuck in your head that you can't possibly get rid of?  At this moment in time, every single word that I type out on this page is being said in an Australian accent in my head.  If I have any Australian subscribers out there, I just want to let you know that your accent is one of my faves, mate.

2.  I went to see the new movie "War Horse" in theaters today and here's a quick, one-sentence review:

War Horse is a fantastic movie for any audience except perhaps those who, like me, have a characteristic of becoming extremely stressed and paranoid in movies with the slightest amount of grit, in which case, it should be warned that I sat through the entire movie on the edge of my seat, my nails had been completely devoured by the end, and I had a resonating headache for the rest of the night; but it was completely worth the insanity that it bestowed upon me because the movie was actually quite incredible and I really enjoyed it, but, just to clarify, probably most of you can deal with this movie, because although I haven't actually seen Saw (and never will, I've vowed to myself), I'd probably guess that on a scale of 1 to 10 based on "difficulty to sit through because of grit and suspense" War Horse would be rated a 2 and Saw would be rated a "why the hell would anyone watch that I'm pretty sure you just killed your soul," so don't worry too much, I'm just a wimp.


Yes that was one sentence.  Don't you dare doubt me.


3.  My sis is in India right now, (any readers in India? I wouldn't bet on it.).  A thought just raced into my mind.  Are any of you extremely close to someone, so much so that you're both about 89% sure that you can telepathically communicate?  Well my sister and I are like this, and I just thought that perhaps another reason why I'm suffering from insomnia is because she is 12 hours ahead!! I'm sure my inner body clock is just in-sync with hers.

ANYWHO

I'm gonna say syanara. Sianara? Sia nara? Sighanara?

Oh I give up.

~ Bee

P.S.

I probably owe you all an apology for my extended absence, I was traveling the underworld alongside Dumbledore.  But seriously, I miss this, and I want to begin again, even if just for myself.  Whether or not you know it, in times like this when I become a raging delirious insomniac, you are probably the only thing that lulls me to sleep.

So if you were wondering about my whereabouts.......
drumroll pweese...

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