:3 Heyy...

Hey guess who's back? :D That's right, it's me! *whoot* aren't you excited? :] I know I am.. Kinda. ~~~

Anyways, today's topic is: CELL PHONES!!

Anyways, here's mine:



And this is what I want:
or

Personally, I like full keyboard slide/flip phones. ^^ Cameras are a must, although i barely use mine.. >.> and i guess my favorite type of plan is unlimited text and internet. ^^ so yeah. that's about it. don't need unlimited calling.. unnecessary to me.

What about the rest of you all? o3o What is your favorite type of phone?

At SCHOOOLLLL!L!!!!!!

Howdy everybody! :D It's GreenDuckiie, and she's back from a not-to-well-earned hiatus. ^^ I know it's the least I can do to post for you all, but I just forgot about this blog for a long time. >w< Sorrys. Moving along, I'm having troubles in school, so I might have another hiatus after I post this post-thing, so be expecting some long pauses between my posts. So let us think of a topic.. :/ Hmmm...

Well, how about some more "Hey Arnold!" :D Yesh, I like that idea. ^^ Well, remember that letter I was talking about to bring out the Finale for the show? Yeah.. Still haven't sent it. D': I just decided that I'll post it in my next post so that you all can read it. You small number of people,  you. ;] 

Still obsessed with "Hey Arnold!", especially Helga and Arnold, aka the BEST COUPLE IN THE WORLD!!! You could never beat them. Not Gerald and Pheobe. Not Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Not Romeo and Juliet. And especially not Lila and Arnold. GAH!! D:< I hate the sound of their names together. They make a terrible couple; Arnold needs to be with Helga. She is the only one for him, regardless of if he has figured it out for himself yet. He'll come around sooner or later; he'll realize his undying love for Helga, and then they'll get married, have children, and fulfill my childhood dream! *rubs hands over her cheeks* it'll be marvelous! *squeals* That's what I want from life at this moment. i just want some closure filled with Arnold and Helga basking in each other's love and being happy together as a couple. O//////O That's all I want. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


o3o Anyways... Nickelodeon can suck it for not releasing the Jungle Movie. It stole Helga's well deserved kiss, and took away Arnold's realization that he is madly in love with Helga. 


on another note of Hey Arnold!, i have been reading fanfiction and looking at fanart! You amazing writers and amazing artists are completely amazing! ^O^ you make my days shine with happiness and bliss of Hey Arnold!-ness. [tehe i rhymed a bit.] I plan on joining both groups [artists and writers] as soon as I get better at drawing Hey Arnold! characters, and as soon as I think of a good storyline and actually finish it. [As you know, I have a tendency to not finish my stories.]


Well I'm out of things to talk about besides Hey Arnold!, and I'm sure you guys are getting pretty tired of it. That's it. Tootles. So long. BYE!

♫ Sex and White Lies ♪

[Title based off of song by All Time Low. Does not have anything to do with the topic. o3o ]

Hello there my now-three-followers. :D How are you today? The reason I haven't made any in about a week or so is because one of you said I had posted enough for the month of March. Now I know that there is no such thing as too many posts, [unless you post multiple times EVERY SINGLE DAY! Because that really is just too much.. o.o ] Anywho, I've gotten back into my drawing habits, and am still failing.. But with the help of bases, I can draw yet again! :D [I'm too bad to draw my own bodies; I'm working on it, so don't look down on me just yet.] I'd love to show you all, but I'd rather not. So you guys can take a gander at it somewhere else. ^^

So, let's see.. Oh yes, I am now officially broke on iTunes, and have to resort to youtube if I want to listen to new songs. D: Wish my parents gave me stuff on my half-birthday. But according to Eze, I don't have a half-birthday because I'm black. :/ [Racist *cough*] o3o

Next Topic. I am completely, 100% obsessed with the 90s T.V. show "Hey Arnold!" I was obsessed with it when I was little, and now that I've found it on youtube, I am amazed yet again at how awesome this show is to me. And now I am on a wild-goose chase to get the finale movie released out into the world somehow. It's hard, and I still haven't mailed that letter to Nickelodeon, but I need stamps! D: And nobody has stamps anymore. *cries* ;o;

My Speech Habits

My weird speech habits all started with one of my closest three friends. I met her during the summer before freshman year, [back in 2009], when my school just so happened to be holding summer school for our freshman class so that we could get half a credit in gym done before the school year started. I remember when I first met her. She was okay, and she could make funny jokes. But after gym, in our first summer school class, [not sure if it actually happened like this, and my memory often plays tricks on me. So this might not have happened exactly like this, but almost] I remember I said something hilarious, my best friend since pre-k laughed; I heard someone else laughing, and turned to see her laughing her brains out her eardrums. I smiled and told her, "I bet you're going to be my new best friend." She doubted it a little bit at first, but then we started talking more, and now you would think we've been best friends since forever.

We've created our own language made from the four letters "h", "d", "a", and sometimes "t". I won't tell how exactly we say it, until we get it copy righted, or patented or something. But just know that between the two of us, it is amazing! My pre-k bestie thinks we sound retarded whenever one of us says it, but we ignore how stupid we may sound and say it regardless. :P ♥ Anyways, we also have weird phrases. We say "That's my shizz/stuff", "You should fix on that", "I don't give a bitch", and stuff like that. These phrases, [except for the shizz one], usually come from when one of us mixes up our words. For example, "You should fix on that" is a morphed version of "You should work on that" and "You should fix that." Another example would be the "I don't give a bitch", derived from "bitch" and "I don't give a shit." We also base fate off of high fives. If we make the high five, we praise it with a "It was meant to be." If not, we retry it with a bunch of comments like, "Ugh!" "Redo that nasty" "Umn [and here is where you insert our infamous "them lips"] XD

We can be pretty different at times, well all of the time. But it's awesome to be so connected with a friend like that. It's fun. You should try it sometime.

Here we go..

Well I think it's time to let some Duckiie out of the closet. That's right. You read correct. I am... Different. There I said it! D: Don't hate me! *soft sobs* Yes, that's right! I am attracted to office supplies! *sobs more* I am obsessed with office supplies. [I don't even remember what I was supposed to write this post about anymore. It suddenly changed from my weird way of speaking to my obsession with office supplies.. Well I'll get to the speaking in another post, and also what I decided to make a blog post about before I even opened up the browser earlier today.] Moving on, I do love office supplies. If I have an office when I am older, which I do plan on having/getting, I am going to pimp it out with post-it notes, sharpies, cute little bulletin boards and their pins, adorable small dry erase boards, magnets so pretty they're worth dying for, notebooks and binders that i would kill for, and all of those office supplies that normal people who aren't crazy or anything like that would want.

 

Right now, my main obsessions are in sharpies, pens, and mechanical pencils. [If I had somewhere to put magnets and little do-dads besides my locker, they'd be on that list too.. Most definitely.] I'd like to say that I favor the clicky pens most, but I have an equal amount of capped pens and twisty pens, so that might be perceived as a lie. But I do favor mechanical pencils most. That is for certain. I actually hate wooden pencils; mostly because they are dull, but I also like to add on that they gave my writing-on finger this weird little bump that I can't get rid of now because I've had it since I first started writing.


And Sharpies. *chokes* Sorry, I need a moment. *tears* These are the best damn things that have ever been invented since canned bread! o3o They are absolutely amazing, especially the fine tipped ones. They just make my effing day.. :'D If a Sharpie ever turned into a sixteen year-old boy, I think I just might have to tie him up and throw him in my closet... It's understandable.. right?

Yo. :3

So if you haven't noticed much, I have been trying to give my posts as much purpose, [or at least a topic], that I can. It's kind of hard for me since I don't put out too many posts, but it's practically whatever. I don't really care much, as long as I post. I'd like to post everyday, but I think that's a little too much, and I also don't think I can think of that many things to "blog" about. Anyways, for today's post, I'd like to talk about school shizz! :o

I go to an Academic school, which in my case means that I cannot get more than 2 F's on my semester grades, [added together], and not get kicked out of the school with no means of returning, no matter how much I want to. I'll not say anything on my situation, but just know that I am pissed off out of my mind at a certain teacher. No names, no hints, but those who know me, (probably) know who I'm talking about. I rant about that teacher all the time, and call that teacher a different name on purpose. :D [I'm secretly hoping that the mispronouncing will catch on, and soon that will be what everybody in the school calls that teacher, if that teacher stays around any longer that is. >:3 ] Moving on, I just found out that I was passing that class today, and would have done some backflips, that is if I wasn't so scared that I would break my neck by doing one. [I usually jump backwards head first, and wimp out at the last second, turning my body so that I fall onto my hands and knees somehow. I'm a wimp. I know this.]

I think I lost track of what I was attempting to do here.. So, I'll be back later then. Bye. ^^ ♥

Trying to be.. Something.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've always wondered what I should be when I grow up. First it was vet, then horse [don't ask], then vet again. And now, I'm having trouble deciding if I should be a vet, a novelist, or a poet.

Vet = many years in medical school, and too much work, but also a chance to be around animals, and help them get better so their families can once again be happy.

Novelist = i can do whatever I want, just writing novels and such all day and all night. But I've never finished even one novel. I have only finished one story, and it was a short story for my social studies class in 8th grade. I feel most passionate about this profession, but I don't know if I have what it takes.

Poet = I could write poems all day and night, and publish them in books and whatnot. But I'd still want to write novels, and end up not finishing them. Plus I bet I'd get tired of writing poems after a while.

So some comments about what I should do would be nice, but I probably won't listen to them. If I could finish one novel, that would be the starting point to start and finish many other novels, become a famous novelist, and then I'll outdo Stephanie Meyers and her dumb ass Twilight books that don't even deserve publicity. *coughs* I mean, and reach all of the children around the world, and show that dreams really do come true.. >.> Yups.. Bye!