happy candy day!

Sometimes I wonder if anyone actually reads this.
I mean, it's just one girl's silly blog, so it's not a big deal.

But sometimes, I get this big influx of page-views, and....
nothing.

No comments, no likes, nothing.
Talk about a confidence-boost. Maybe it's just the robot computers scrolling through the pages.

(and noo, it's not just me viewing my own blog repeatedly. I've checked. haha, that would be so silly and sad.)

Anyways, enough whining.

Life goes on, and today is a great day! Know why?

IT IS CANDY ON SALE DAY. It happens twice a year. The day after Halloween and the day after Valentines. Both are good days to go shopping.

Yesterday, single people everywhere were whining about not having someone to buy them heart-themed, overpriced gifts.

I can only imagine their thinking:

But I want a giant white teddy bear! What would I do with it? No idea. But I want onnnne!  

Today all people can rejoice together and celebrate the wonderfulness that is clearance.

 Clearance brings people together.
Usually it's a good thing.
Unless there's only one bag of chocolate left...then things don't work out so well.

Something I have noted

I can be an introvert.

In fact, I've been classified as an outgoing, sociable introvert -- virtually indistinguishable from an extrovert in a social setting.

While I am a social human being, I don't mind being alone.

I like to think, ponder, and muse. 

I actually require time alone, in order to be able to fully recharge. 

 I gravitate towards activities that are often done in

 solidarity. 

When I blog, I don't think about the fact that this is me, actually typing words out to a niche of the web, for all the world to see. Those words must go somewhere, right?!?
Right. And they have. They've been read.

To me, blogging is often just a white box I type into, with the option to click, "Publish Post"
I don't really know who will view what I write, it's a gamble.

But with the advent of a big number of page hits, I'm whelmed.
Not overly so, but still, I'm whelmed.
Whelmed that (as of right now) 5,127 people have moseyed over here to read my random ramblings. That's a big number; that's a lot of people taking the time to look at this site. Wow, I am overwhelmed.
Thank you, all you lovely readers!

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...today was a crazy day. Tomorrow I'll post something about the insanity/awesomeness that went on.

b-rate flicks

Yuck, I'm still sick.

Being sick is boring. My mind is mush. To entertain myself, I've been watching Mystery Science Theater 3000.
MST3K is my special treat when I feel ill.
For some reason, it's not as funny when I'm feeling 100%.

Last year, when I had the swine flu, MST3K was the best medicine. (After tylenol and nyquil, that is)

Watching B-rate movies with clever commentary? How can you go wrong?

Da na na na na MATHMAN!!!

I'm wired in such a way that standardized tests and I get along very well.
Maybe it's a personality thing. Or maybe it's my learning style. Either way, I'm always pleasantly surprised when I get my results.

On my tests, there is one area that I don't do as well on:

Math. 

Yuck.

{Want to know a secret? Math people intimidate me. I'm amazed by them. They're like a different species...}

 My brain is bent towards literary things.
Give me a book? A poem? I'm golden.
Tell me to do some sort of math? I'm like molasses. I made it through pre-calc, and I have a feeling calculus is coming...

Save me, Math-Man!

(...if only there was such a superhero. He could use his brain power to transfer math knowledge into my cranium)

I DID learn how to extract square roots without the aid of a calculator this week. *cough*I was reminded how to do them*cough, cough* After mastering it, I felt a mixture of triumph and stupidity. After all, it was in my younger sister's math book.
But now, if someone says, "Extract the square root of 1764.", I can easily say that the square root is 42, without using a calculator!

Although I have an obvious distaste for math, I have been trained to use proper grammar. I usually do. I'm by no means the know-all, so don't start picking me apart, please.

...logs and specks and all that. (you know, Matthew 7)

My brain is analytical, and sensitive to mistakes. (Mistakes of a grammatical nature, that is.)

Are you like this too? Am I alone?

I'm ESPECIALLY sensitive when the mistake is something along the lines of misusing your/you're, to/too, it's/its, their/there/they're, or another word combo that should have (note that I did not say should of) been learned in elementary school.

I think there must be a special "interwebs grammar code", of which I am unaware.

I wish someone had let me in on the joke.

 And yes, grammar-honks, I know this blog is rife with error. It helps to keep me humble.

(I don't mind you telling me if I have made an error, so long as you're nice about it...and throw in some compliments... I won't be offended, I promise. I'd actually appreciate it. I love compliments)

If there is indeed a different grammar code for the internet, would someone please let me know?