English 658ers!

So... this is my personal blog and I decided to create a new one since I figured that nobody in my classes wants to read my rant about Rob Pattinson and his [ugh] fan girls. My blog for English 658 will be at fringeenglish.blogspot.com. To infinity-ish and beyond!

Don't Rob the Pattinson, Please.

My buddy Bree loves Robert Pattinson. If you don't know who Robert Pattinson is, I honestly do not know how you are using the internet beneath that rock in which you dwell under. Seriously.

So Bree brought it to my attention that someone had written a note to Rob Pattinson and left it on his windshield so he could find it when he returned to said car.

Here it be if you are curious...or even care:

If you can't read it, it says "Dear Robert, I LOVE YOU! You'r Rude :( Love Always, [Someone] and Nicole, Mwah".

I'm not even going to get into the big, drawn out bitchfit that I threw after reading this because that would be ridiculous. I may be a lot of things, but ridiculous typically isn't one of them! So, I responded to Bree by saying:

"Dear Crazy Stalker Girls,

You REALLY need to take care of that chemical imbalance you have going on there. Either that or you need to learn the difference between compliments and disses because clearly you do not know the difference between the two. I DON'T love you and, frankly, wish you would do the world a favor and not reproduce. Ever.

- A very disturbed [insert name here]"

I feel like a smarter, more witty version of that dude that was crying and pleading for people to leave Britney alone (minus the emo hair and blatant homosexuality).

I am not a Pattinson freak, nor have I ever been. But let's face it, people need to back the Hell off of these celebrity types of all sorts. Stop stalking them, cease your babbling, and quit your blundering. I'd say you should go read a book instead of being a creepy stalker, but it is likely that they have already read Twilight. People need to find something healthy and productive to do in their spare time, for crying out loud. How about this: go to college and take some English classes. At least if you pass them, you should be able to write notes to the people that you stalk and they will actually make sense. Plus, you'll be able to know when to use your/you're and spell them properly!

This is me doing my duty of pointing out the ridiculousness of people, one idiotic incident at a time.

- That One Girl [Who Writes the Blogs]

If You Go All the Way Down There, You Might As Well Kiss the Blarney Stone!

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions...and all that jazz. My original idea for this blog was to post the short stories that I have written. While it is true that I have written short stories, I can't seem to finish them. I'm sure there is some sort of psychological explanation behind my inability to complete them, but I don't really care at this point. Since I have no intentions of posting these incomplete stories on here quite yet, I have decided to use it as my journal.

Journals online are always tricky--some will feel that I am saying too much while others will think that I am being vague or passive aggressive. I am considering using fake names when I write my blogs, but that may get too confusing. At the same time, I don't want to be posting things about other people without their consent. For now I am thinking of using real names if it is good things that I'm writing and for the things that are less than good... I'd seriously consider the possibility of using other names!

Let the games begin!

Last night we went to Killarney's (no big surprise there). At first it was only me and Kat, but then Tawnya and her friend Joey joined us. Kat and I had beers while Tawnya and Joey chose to take shots of tequila. They went to see Public Enemies while they were good and drunk while Kat and I stayed and harassed the employees at Killarney's. After about an hour or so, Tawnya came back to Killarney's because they had to leave the movie earlier than expected. Apparently Joey started throwing up... a lot! I can't believe that nobody stopped to think that maybe the really drunk guy shouldn't go sit in a dark room! I swear, Sharon and Kristin taught me better than that!

- That One Girl [Who Writes the Blogs]