The Last Day of 2016

Today's the last day of 2016! And, honestly, it can't end fast enough. I can't wait for a nice fresh year to start, so that I can leave this one behind. Hopefully, 2017 will be a lot happier for me. I guess this means this is also the last post of this year. Wow. It's hard to believe that I've posted over 300 posts. I seriously thought that I would give this up after like two months, but apparently, I was wrong. Who would have thought?

- Delanna

I Almost Died...

MY BROTHER CANNOT DRIVE TO SAVE HIS LIFE. It's not his fault though. Even though he's technically sixteen, no one really takes him out to practice his driving, so he still only has a permit. My mom had this brilliant idea that I could take him out for driving practice since I don't have school at the moment and can, technically speaking, act as his licensed driver. Actually, it was a HORRIBLE idea. BECAUSE I ALMOST DIED. LIKE FIVE TIMES. Literally, we weren't even off the street we live on, and he had already almost hit two trash cans. With my car (my mom said my dad's was to precious to be used which left mine). By the time we finished the practice session, Kylle almost hit two small children, one bicyclist, and three different cars. It was a pretty traumatic experience for me, and I don't think I will ever ride with him driving ever again. Or even drive for myself.

- Delanna

Pigs: They Make Everything Better

I found this GIF of a pig on google, and it literally brighten up my life. It's the cutest thing ever! Pigs are so amazing! That's why I'm a pig lover. They are just so cute!

- Delanna

Can the World Just Die Already?

I'm still super depressed about life. And, everyone else is super happy. Which makes me feel like a thousand times worse. I wish I could just be alone for a little while longer. Just until I have the strength to pretend everything is alright again. Until then, a little peace and quiet would be nice.

- Delanna

Seriously, How Low Is Rock Bottom?

I'm super depressed right now. Which shouldn't be a thing since it's like the Christmas holiday and everything. But, I am. Maybe some people would think this is a stupid reason to be depressed, but right now, this incident has overturned my entire life. I really feel like venting, so please hang in there with me for just a little while until it's all over, okay? I promise I won't mention any names or anything. Lately, I've been having a very rocky relationship with someone to where I can't even tell if we are friends or not, but today, I think it's relatively safe to say that person will probably never talk to me again. And, it's over the stupidest thing ever. Recently, when I was heading off to bed, said person sent me a very lengthy text explaining certain things to me and how they stood. While they claimed that they weren't lashing out at me, they kind of were, and they could have used a bit more finesse when saying what they did. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that they most certainly did not have to say it the way they did. They could have said it a lot more gently to where it wouldn't have crushed my feelings. I don't even know where this text came from. It was the most random thing ever. Since coming home, I have kept contact with this person to a minimal because it was awkward between us. The only time I reached out (after a lot of debate and anxiety, mind you) was to ask if they wanted to hang out in order to catch up. That was all. I didn't mean anything deeper than that. So, when I suddenly received this text, I couldn't help but ask why they suddenly felt the need to bring this up and rub it in my face. They told me that someone had heard it from someone else and told the person who told him. Both of these people are people I've never gotten along with and don't trust, and the person who was texting me knows that. All too well. Which leads me to the question of why did they believe them? Apparently, what was said to the person in question was overheard from a conversation I had with someone and then twisted out of context when told to the next person. That person took the information and twisted it even more out of context before telling the person who was texting me. It started out as something that was a simple statement of fact and turned into something so embarrassing that makes me look like some clingy idiot who can't get over anything. I literally just want to die now. The two people who spread that information out of context are literally sticking their noses into business that they have no busy with to begin with. But, then again, I don't know why this surprises me. It's always been this way ever since I first met them. I don't know why I thought anything had changed since I moved to, you know, a completely different state to escape it all. Yes, that's one of the reasons why I chose to move and attend an out-of-state college. It was because I enjoy running away from my problems. I literally just wanted to leave all the problems and people I didn't get along with that were leftover from high school that seemed to follow me everywhere, but apparently, it didn't work because they won't leave me alone. I mean, seriously, is it too much to ask for? Some dang piece and quiet? After all this time? I mean grow up people! Just leave me alone! I don't know what I did that was so horrible to deserve this, but whatever it was, I really am sorry. I'm begging to leave me alone. I'm broken enough as it is already. I thought I was getting better, but no, I'm not. That was ruined for me. Just like everything else. I honestly don't think I can take much more since it's been going on for so long. I'm tired of the leftover mental damage from keeping all this bottle up. I literally having problems trusting people I haven't known for 10+ years because of this. And, on top of that, I find that I can't even talk to people normally like I used to in fear that what I say will get twisted around like that again. I'm tired. I'm so tired of living in fear like this. Whether it's a fear of those around me. Or a fear of getting hurt again. But, I can't do anything about it because I'm trapped by this fear. No amount of counseling is gonna help me. I'm broken, and when a person breaks, it's just like glass. No matter how hard you try, you lose pieces, and some pieces just never fit back together no matter how many times you glue them and try to force them back together. Seriously, just how low is rock bottom? I thought I hit rock bottom a long time ago but apparently not. Apparently, I'm still falling. Only, now, it's faster than ever. I thought I was getting better, you know, after meaning the person I was texting with, but because I was stupid and decided to follow some stupid dream that will literally never come true, I've lost everything. I've lost my home, the place where I grew up, and on top of that, I've lost my friends and relationships that I've spent years building. I'm stuck in plane in the sky that's falling with no way to steer it. It's all over. And no one is to blame but myself and my stupid decisions. I wonder if I had chose differently, would everything be different? Would it be better? Or a hundred times worse?

- Delanna

P.S. I'm sorry about how confusing this whole post is and how hard it is to follow. It's literally just me venting. I won't act on any of this. I'll just keep drifting on like normal. I'm too much of a coward to do otherwise.

The Day After Christmas...Why Does It Even Exist?

The day after Christmas must have a very unhappy existence. I feel like so many people (like my siblings for instance) are depressed on this day because Christmas is over (even though there are still more days in the 12 days of Christmas). People should enjoy this day like the wonderful day it is - the end of Christmas music. I have to say, today might very well be my favorite day of the year. Until next year, annoying Christmas music. It's been a real...delight...yeah... NOT. :)

- Delanna

Joyeux Noël!

Merry Christmas to all! I hope you are having a very happy holiday. I know I am. Only because I am curled up with several new volumes of manga (Merry Christmas me!) and my very precious guinea pig. In order to celebrate the holidays, I decided to make a list of how to say "Merry Christmas" in several different languages! I hope you enjoy it, and share it with the ones you love. Or hate. Or feel neutral about. Or whatever.

1. Afrikaans - Gesëende Kersfees

2. Czech - Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a stastny Novy Rok

3. Danish - Glædelig Jul

4. Esperanto - Gajan Kristnaskon

5. Finnish - Hyvää Joulua

6. French - Joyeux Noël

7. German - Froehliche Weihnachten

8. Greek - Kala Christouyenna

9. Hawaiian - Mele Kalikimaka

10. Hindi - Bada Din Mubarak Ho

11. Icelandic - Gledileg Jol

12. Irish - Nollaig Shona Dhuit

13. Italian - Buon Natale or Buone Feste Natalizie

14. Japanese - Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto

15. Korean - Sung Tan Chuk Ha

16. Latin - Natale hilare

17. Lithuanian - Linksmu Kaledu

18. Maori - Meri Kirihimete

19. Norwegian - God Jul

20. Polish - Wesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia

21. Portuguese - Feliz Natal

22. Russian - Srozhdestovm Kristovim

23. Spanish - Feliz Navidad

24. Swahili - Kuwa na Krismasi njema

25. Tagalog - Maligayang Pasko

26. Thai - Suksun Wan Christmas

27. Vietnamese - Chuc Mung Giang Sinh

28. Welsh - Nadolig Llawen

- Delanna

Just Awkwardly Burning Pies...

I can't cook or bake or whatever. I burn, decimate, or create toxic waste. Every. Single. Time. Without fail. I don't even know why. It just happens. I follow the instructions perfectly, but it always turns out the same way. Like today, for instance. My mom, grandmother, and I were all baking Christmas pies together because it'll probably be our last Christmas together. My mom's and my grandmother's pies all turned out perfectly. Mine? It wound up looking like it had just emerged from wreckage of a nuclear plant or something. It was horrifying to at and terrifying to have to eat (it kinda tasted like mustard). Maybe one day, I'll be able to cook. Then, my mom can't use my cooking tto threaten anyone anymore.

- Delanna

That Moment When Your Inabilities Catch Up to You

I was messing around on the internet recently when I came across an article that literally described me. It was bad. I could see myself in pretty much every bullet point, and each one made me feel worse and worse. Mostly because of my inability to express myself properly which probably stems from me trying to fit the image other people have of me for so many years, but whatever. Point is, I don't know why I'm the way I am now, and I apologize to everyone I've ever interacted with for my inability to express myself. So, if I've ever hurt you because of this, I am truly sorry, and I hope you understand.

- Delanna

P.S. Here's the link of that article I was talking about: http://www.puckermob.com/relationships/20-things-to-know-before-you-date-the-girl-whos-bad-at-expressing-emotions?utm_campaign=coschedule&utm_source=facebook_page&utm_medium=PuckerMob.

P.P.S. And, as if I didn't already feel horrible about how I come across, this article came along: http://www.puckermob.com/lifestyle/struggles-of-girls-who-are-bad-at-expressing-their-emotions.

P.P.P.S. I apologize. Again. Maybe this will help people understand me a bit better? Probably not. I'm kinda one of those scientific anomalies that no one can explain or whatever...

The Holidays: The Perfect Time for Showing Your True Colors!

'Tis the season to be jolly. To love one another and take care of your dear neighbor and... OH MY GOD THAT GUY JUST CUT ME OFF, SO NOW, THINGS JUST GOT REAL. You know how it goes, and if you don't, dear, you've lived a very, very sheltered life. Under a rock. Buried in the deepest ocean trench. Seriously, I don't know what it is about the Christmas holidays, but it seems to bring out the worst in people. I was barely driving for fifteen minutes, and I was flipped off six times, cut five times, and violently lectured from another car (complete with mad hand waving) once. It was ridiculous. This is exactly why I hate leaving my house during this time of year.

- Delanna

Delanna's Yearly Pants Rant

I HATE PANTS. HATE HATE HATE 'EM. Pants are evil. It's as simple as that. All I want to do is liberate the world of pants. Why do I hate pants? Simple. They are awkward, long, uncomfortable, annoying, and many, many other things. I mostly just have bad experiences with pants, so I like to rant about them every year. Like, for example, today. Today, I had a bad experience with pants. I was going to hang out with someone today, so my mom told me not to look like a fool and wear pants. It was kinda cold, so I was like this won't be so bad, right? WRONG. IT WAS BAD. Stupid temperature went from about 50 degrees to 80 degrees in about an hour. I WANTED TO DIE FROM HEAT STROKE. This is why I like shorts. You can always warm up (for the most part), but you can't always cool down. At least, that's my experience. I know pretty much 99.999999% of what I have just ranted about makes absolutely no sense to no one except for myself, but whatever! DOWN WITH PANTS! LIBERATION! BURN 'EM! OTHER PROPAGANDA PHRASES! DIE PANTS! The end. Until next year's pants rant...

- Delanna

P.S. My usual rant about pants is much longer than this, but I'm a lazy, lazy, lazy human being who doesn't feel like typing the whole thing up. So, if you happen to see me before I go back to Savannah, you'll probably get the full I-hate-pants-and-wish-they-would-all-die rant. Yay you!

The Britches Are Coming?!

I was calling Social Studies information out for my younger sister to help her out with her midterm studying. We started talking about the American Revolution, and I asked who was on what side. She answered that it was obviously the colonists vs. the britches leaving me extremely confused. I was like britches? Delaney preceded to lecture me about how the colonists weren't actually fighting the British. She claimed that the were actually waging war with their uncomfortable britches that they were forced to wear and how they wanted to abolish wedgies (not taxes). Upon hearing her lecture, I nearly died. Of laughter. For a good ten or so minutes. Just thinking about it now kills me. My mind keeps wondering. Like would Paul Revere be riding a horse (britchless or course) while yelling, "THE BRITCHES ARE COMING! THE BRITCHES ARE COMING!" Or would the Boston Tea Party actually have been a whole bunch of kilt-wearing colonists tossing crates of fabric into the harbor? I need to stop thinking about this now... Before I permanently scar or kill myself... With laughter... So much laughter...

- Delanna

How a Lock Unlocks

Have you ever wonder what happens in a lock between the time you shove it in the hole and the time you hear a click alerting you to the fact that the lock is now unlock? Whelp, apparently, this is what's going on behind the scenes! So cool!

- Delanna

How Popcorn Pops

This is quite literally the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. I can literally sit here for hours and watch this gif over and over again. It just doesn't get old! Just look at the form of that kernal when it finally pops! Flawless!

- Delanna

'Tis the Season...

'Tis the season, and I'm just not feeling it. At all. I dunno why, but it seems like I just haven't been in the mood for the holidays for the past few years. I should probably change that, but then, I step outside or turn on the radio which reminds me why I don't really care for the holidays too much. First off, too many people, and second off, Christmas music is played waaaaaay too much. Seriously, I can go into one store and can literally wind up listening to every Christmas song in existence. It's horrifying.

- Delanna

I Should Probably Do Something About That...

I keep seeing pictures of people decorating their Christmas trees and making them look all nice, and I'm just sitting over here like I should probably do something about those rotting pumpkins by my front door. Priorities, man. Priorities. Pumpkins are much cooler anyway. Maybe I'll just decorate those instead. That way, I won't have to worry about the rotting tree come egg decorating time.

- Delanna

I Don't Sing

Delaney had her band concert this evening, so I went to go see her and take some pictures for my mom. It was pretty much like any other normal middle school band concert. It was loud, outta tune, and pretty much the very definition of a living hell (especially those flutes). Though, Mr. LeBlanc (my old band director during my freshman and sophomore years) decided to end the concert a bit differently from normal school concerts which a bit of audience participation in the singing department. Yep, that's right. He basically made us sing. Except, I can't sing, so I refused to join in even though he pretty much stared at me the entire time. Oh well. Sorry, sir, but I just couldn't. Unless you wanted the entire gym to become scarred for life from the sound of my singing voice.

- Delanna

I Feel Like a Bloody Chauffeur

I should start charging people if I have to take them somewhere in my car because with the amount of driving for other people I've been doing lately, I could make a legit fortune. Which would be great because I'M CURRENTLY BROKE. Seriously, I need money, and people need rides to and from school/activities. We both get what we need in the end that way. It's perfect, no?

- Delanna

Happy Birthday, Kylle!

So, today's my little brother's 16th birthday which is kinda scary because he can legally drive now. It's terrifying because he's a horrible driver (no offense, little bro). I love him to death, but his driving leaves much to be desired. I feel kinda bad for him, though, because his exams start today. At least, he has all of his easy ones today. Good luck, Kylle, and try not to die!

- Delanna

Do You Ever Wish You Could Just Permanently Kill Your Emotions?

Is it possible? I wish it was. I don't really show a lot of emotion to begin with because of issues stemming from my childhood, but I wish I could kill what little emotion remains. Being back home is kinda painful. I've been thinking a lot about people I used to be friends with because I guess I've been feeling kinda lonely lately? I dunno. I was hanging out with one of my old friends from waaaaay back in middle school yesterday which was super fun. Especially since I haven't seen her in a while. We were talking about people we knew back in middle school, what they were doing today, and whether or not we've seen them in a while. Which got me thinking about certain people especially from my high school days and how we were all like we'll be friends in college and stuff. But, honestly, I haven't really seen anyone from high school and talked with them since I graduated. I hung out with one of my band friends when I came home during Hurricane Matthew and briefly greeted certain people I passed by, but that was about it. I'm not even sure if I'm still friends with any of my old friends in high school or if they've completely forgotten about me. Probably the latter. I know that one of my friends from high school is currently avoiding (?) me. Which is really sad because I really wanted to remain friends with this person at least. We promised to retain our friendship even though I moved away and even promised to go see certain movies when I came back for winter break, but I haven't heard back from this person in a while. I would reach out to them, but it feels kinda awkward because they slowly seemed to cut me off over the fall quarter leaving me unsure of what to do. See? Emotions are complicated. I wish I could get rid of them, but since I can't, I have to learn to deal with them. Not that they ever really matter to most people before, but hey, it's whatever. Life goes on with or without you.

- Delanna

Is It Sad That I Took My Guinea Pig to Take Pictures With Santa?

I know. I'm a weird and horrible person, but it was adorable. I probably scarred poor Pandy for life from the car ride to and from the pet store (she kept trying to dig a hole in her carrier, but I was like you can't dig through cardboard...), the creepy Chihuahua in front of us that kept looking at her like she was lunch, the overly friendly Dalmatian that tried to tackle us while saying hello, and the downright terrifying Santa that probably came straight outta some horror movie. Buuuuuuuuuuuut, she was sooooooo adorable!!! I promise I will never ever make her do this again...until Easter when they have the Easter Bunny... Then, I'll never do it again... Probably... At least until next Christmas...

- Delanna

P.S. I'm unworthy of such a cooperative guinea pig who puts up with all of my stupid whims and humors me no matter how ridiculous I get. Seriously, Pandy is like the most patient creature in existance. I do not deserve her. At all. But, she still likes me for some reason. I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH. I constantly obsess about her and take pictures of her (ask everyone who knows me, and they can tell you just how much I obsess about her because I always talk about her with them and show off cute pictures of her). I'm like that crazy guinea pig lady who spends the last of her money on a Christmas outfit for her little baby (which I totally did). IT'S NORMAL! IT'S TOTALLY 100% NORMAL... Just humor me...and say it's normal...

My Mom Made Me Wear Pants...

My mom finally made me wear pants. I was all ready to go out in thirty degree weather with nothing but shorts on (and a shirt obviously, you perv), but then, she grabbed me as I was going out the door and forced me to put on pants. I HATE PANTS! I WISH TO BE LIBERATED FROM PANTS! SHORTS ARE MUCH MORE COMFORTABLE! DOWN WITH PANTS! Sorry, but I hate pants, and I can't believe my mom made me put them on.

- Delanna

DELANNA IS BORED

Do you ever get so bored that you start referring to yourself in the third person? Well, Delanna is that bored, and now, she is referring to herself in the third person. Poor, poor Delanna. Actually, Delanna will do this even when she's not bored. This is just one of those times where she is so bored that she's referring to herself in the third person? Or maybe all of those other times that she referred to herself in the third person were actually times that she was secretly bored?! Ack! Delanna is confusing herself and will stop talking now.

- Delanna

I Got Kicked Out of My Room...

My younger sister has kicked me out of my old room, so now, I have to share with my brother which isn't fun for either of us. It's not fun for my brother because he doesn't like sharing his room, and it's not fun for me because I'm literally living out of a bag. My mom refuses to let me unpack because she thinks that I might want to stay if I put all of my stuff back to the way it was before I moved out, and she claims that she likes having one less child. I love you, too, Mooom... Oh well. I guess I will learn to deal with this for a month until I go back to the dorm life.

-Delanna

Déjà Vu

So, remember that post I posted back when I was moving to Savannah about how waitresses in Alabama are super cool and everything? Well, my dad and I stopped at the same Cracker Barrel on the way home, and we literally had the same waitress. Which was super cool. Unfortunately, she didn't remember us at all (not that I thought that she would), and we wound up having pretty much the exact same conversation about anime and Pokemon Go. Not that I minded because it was just as cool as the first time.

- Delanna

Finally!

After forgetting some stuff at my dorm and having to go back for it (thanks for letting me know sooner, roommate...not...), I'm finally on my way back home. In theory, I should be back by tonight, but who knows. With all the traffic, road work, and weather we've run into already, we might not make it back until next week.

- Delanna

My Final Day of My First Quarter in College and How It Went to Hell in About Two Seconds

Finally, my last day of the fall quarter has come and gone. And, it was totally a living hell kinda thing. So, last night, I got next to no sleep at all because of my final Design project (I did nod off once or twice, so technically speaking, I did get a little sleep). I will admit that this project was nowhere near my best work (but it was enough to earn me an A), but I didn't need my roommate to sit over my shoulder and judge me while I was putting the finishing touches on it about two hours before the class started. Literally, she stated everything that was wrong with it and more which made me feel like the worst person alive. Clearly, she doesn't understand the concept of constructive criticism at all because if she did, she wouldn't completely tear me down without at least pointing out the few things I did right. Like I really needed her insulting the way I use charcoal. IT WAS THE WAY I WAS TAUGHT. SHOOT ME. I apologize for insulting charcoal with my blasphemous ways of using it. Anywaaaaay, when my final class rolled around, I was so tired from the lack of sleep and from listening to her that I actually VOLUNTEERED to present my project in the beginning of class (I never volunteer to go first because I like going last, but whatever) and immediately fell asleep as soon as I was done, so I basically slept through my last class of the quarter. Yay me. But, it didn't end there because guess what! My roommate dragged me all over the dorm after her class was over because she wasn't capable of going to the laundromat by herself... Awkward... At least, I get to go home tomorrow, but then again, that means I have to deal with people back home that I really don't wanna deal with. Buuuuuuuut, I get to see Moana with my bestie, so all's well that ends well. Or whatever saying that would best fit this.

- Delanna

Is It Okay to Cut Off My Hand?

Just finished taking an almost three hour Art History test, and I can't feel my hand. Tests in my class are literally just writing down everything you know about certain pieces, It's absolute torture, but it's also easy to get an A because all you have to do is put whatever you know down and make it look good. Simple. But painful. My hand is black and blue. I have to finish my final Design project tonight, and since I currently can't feel my hand like at all, I'm not so sure how this is gonna work. Guess I'm pulling another all-nighter because I can't really start on the project until I can feel my hand enough to hold charcoal for at least a short period of time.

- Delanna

Drawing Class Is Such a Pain

Drawing class is such a pain sometimes. Why? Because my professor tells us a project is due one day, so we all stay up super late the night before trying to finish it on time and make it look good only to find out that he moved the date back to the next class. I legit pulled an all-nighter for this stupid final project, so now I'm exhausted for no good reason. Just kill me now. How much longer do I have to put up with this? A whole week?

- Delanna

Pray For Us, Monty Jesus

Finals week. My old enemy. Hahaha. Not really. I would have to have legit finals for that to be true, and fortunately, I only have final projects. Yay? Oh well. It seems like everyone around me (especially people who have classes in Monty Hall) is praying to Monty Jesus. Yes, my college apparently does stuff like this. Monty is the hall for any major that requires highly powerful and specialized computers and software that enjoy to crash at the worst possible moment, and it used to have a paintinge of a guy who looked exactly like Jesus hanging up in it. People start leaving candles and whatnot by it and would pray asking for the Monty Jesus to let their stuff render correctly or whatever. Even though the picture has long since been removed, people are still crazy about it. It's weird, but whatever. Who am I to judge?

- Delanna

Pizza Fairy, Pizza Fairy, PIZZA FAIRY!

If you go to college, just know that your college doesn't love you. Unless your college has a pizza fairy like mine. Then, your college loves you. If not, it doesn't care about you at all. The pizza fairy is the best fairy of all and puts the tooth fairy adn all other fairies to shame. Who cares about getting money for teeth when you can get free pizza for all of the stress your college puts you through during finals week?! Our pizza fairy stops at different halls and gives students two slices of free pizza (all based on the honor system) in order to make the little stressed-out art students suffering from sleep-deprivation feel better. Isn't it beautiful? Pizza tastes the best when it's free.

- Delanna

Done Done Done

I'm so done with life. I have like two final projects to complete, and I'm just done. I can't. Just can't. I've barely been at it for like two hours, and I'm just done. Someone. Please, just put me outta my misery already. Stupid finals week.

- Delanna

P.S. Just disregard my incoherent babbling. I think I will just go numb my mind with anime. Yes, I think I will actually go do that...

That Awkward Moment When the President of Your College Sits Behind You

At my college (and maybe any other college that has a president), all hell breaks loose when the president comes to town. Just by watching everyone's reaction, you would think that a celebrity or some sort of royalty or even the president of the bloody United States was in town and not the person that literally owns SCAD and apparently talks to bees... Nope. Just the president of SCAD. I can't say that I've ever really met the lady until today. I mean, I've seen her from a distance, but I've never been "blessed" with her presence or held a proper conversation with her until today. My Drawing professor held a gesture jam with a live band for students as an apology of sorts for the students who had to stay for Thanksgiving, and I decided to go with a friend that's also in the same class as me for the bonus our professor was offering us. We sat towards the back of the auditorium because it had a better view of the stage, so we didn't give the people who came in late much thought. Actually, we were drawing so furiously that we couldn't have given a thought if we wanted. We just kinda looked around the people as they came in which is what we did when a lady with a small entourage following her walked in halfway through the jam. Towards the end, there was a giveaway where the professors walked through the audience and gave prizes to the students with the gestures they liked most. Well, my professor loved mine (only because it was a blind contour, and he is literally obsessed with them), so I got this huge, fluffy picture frame (yes, it is red and fluffy, so don't judge...). Personally, I thought my friend's gestures were much better since they were actually gestures, but whatever. Anyway, the woman who had come in late with the entourage had apparently sat behind us, so she started congratulating me and complementing our work. When my friend and I turned around to thank her, we got the shock of our lives. THE BLOODY PRESIDENT OF SCAD WAS SITTING BEHIND US. AND HAD COMPLIMENTED US. AND HAD TOUCHED MY FRIEND'S SHOULDER. AND HAD SHAKEN HANDS WITH ME. It was pretty insane. I've never really thought of myself as an amazing artist before (even though I'm attending a pretty prestigious ART college), so in a way, receiving a compliment like that from someone who owns a college that produces super talented individuals who go on to work for big name companies was a real confidence booster. Like maybe I can make this whole animator thing work out even though I've been having some doubts lately (thanks a lot, roommate). Oh well, either way, I'm never washing my hand again. Even if that means my personal hygiene will take some damage. Well, a lot of damage because charcoal... It's so messy. I hate it.

- Delanna

A Happy Thanksgiving to You (A Tale About Ships That AREN'T Pirate Ships)

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you had a wonderful holiday full of turkey flesh, pig guts, and all that other lovely stuff you meat-eaters insist on eating. I, on the other hand, had a nice tofurkey-filled day. Yay me. Not only did I have wonderful vegetables (thankfully, they were edible this time and didn't move, so thanks J.O.'s for not failing where The Hive does), but I also got to tour a naval ship which was pretty awesome. And, no, it wasn't a pirate ship even though my roommate swore up and down that it was a pirate ship. I wanted to murder her cause she was so stupid. Any idiot could tell that the ship (El Galeon) was flying the Spanish naval flag and not the Jolly Roger or any other form of pirate flags. Anyway, back to my story. In order to tour the ship, I had to cough up ten dollars, but it was totally worth it. It was a pretty cool ship even though it was pretty small. I dunno why, but I think I might have a ship fetish of some sort because I kept obsessing over everything... My roommate and my friend just laughed at me the entire time while I was drooling over anchors and cannons. I think I was having more fun than the kids running around playing pirates. Is that sad? Whatever. I got a lot of sketchbook material out of this, so hopefully my Drawing professor will be pleased. Also, I got to go on a ship again which was the best part of my holiday since it's been so long since I last stepped foot on one (a.k.a. I'm super happy). Overall, this was the best ten dollars I've ever spent.

- Delanna

P.S. For all of you uneducated people out there, "Jolly Roger" refers to the traditional skull and crossbones symbol found on a black flag that most people associate with pirate ships even though it was really only used during the 1720s and wasn't even the original design used for the flag itself. Don't worry. I won't bore you with the details, but if you wanna know more, just ask me. I love talking about ships.

Vacation Days Are...Boring...

I had today off since it's a holiday (well, kinda...), but it's been kinda boring. I mean, my roommate and I got so bored that we took the shopping express to the mall which was kinda fun, but overall, it was just kinda dull. I did, however, get a pretty wicked shirt about karma from Hot Topic on sale and the latest volume of My Hero Academia, so the trip wasn't a complete waste. Buuuuuuut, I missed dinner because apparently The Hive closed early today (along with every other dining hall), so I'm kinda starving right now...

- Delanna

The Most Expensive Bag of Chips. EVER.

Before my 8:00 AM class, I usually get chips and a drink to help wake me up since I'm not a morning person. Well, today, my stupid chips got stuck in the stupid vending machine. It was literally about to fall when it got stuck. I spent a good ten minutes violently shaking the machine and cursing at it all while sobbing hysterically from the lack of sleep. I eventually gave up and wound up paying for the same slot of chips just to get the stupid bag out, so it wound up becoming one of the most expensive bags of chips I've ever gotten from a vending machine before. It was a terrible experience overall and is one that I would rather never repeat again.

- Delanna

P.S. I now understand how people die from vending machines. You just get so caught up in the bag of whatever that got suck in the machine that you are unable to fully comprehend what's going on around you, so you wind up violently shacking the machine until it falls on top of you and crushes you. But, hey, the bag of chips is totally worth it.

That Awkward Moment When Your FYE Professor Forgets to Tell You That Class Is Cancelled...

I woke up early this morning for literally no reason whatsoever. It was pure hell. Seriously, why do people enjoy getting up in the mornings? The only reason I got up early was because I had a FYE class at 9:00 AM, and I have a nasty habit of oversleeping sometimes. In order to counteract that, I wake up like three hours earlier than what I have to. Then, I drag myself to Jen library half asleep only to suffer for hour while trying not to fall back asleep. Well, apparently, my FYE class was cancelled today, and my professor totally forgot to tell the class. When a couple of us tried to go in our usual classroom, a different professor told us that FYE was cancelled which sucked. Usually, I'm super pumped when class gets cancelled because means that I can sleep in and study on my own, but nooooooooooooo, not today. Today was just a complete waste because not only did I wake up early for no reason, but if I tried to go back to sleep I would have never gotten back up... So I've been suffering from sleep deprivation all day.

- Delanna

Apparently, People Google Me

So, a friend of mine was trying to find my blog, and she decided to google it. Apparently, it's been searched enough to where she didn't even have to type the whole name in. She had started with the "vegetarian pig" part and simply wound up clicking on "vegetarian pig lover blog delanna" search which conveniently brought her to my blog. I guess I am secretly popular? Maybe?

- Delanna

P.S. Just let me dream... Don't ruin this for me... I am popular. For once. In theory. Or so I would like to believe. :)

Dang... Depression...

Whelp. I was forced to get a Facebook account. After years of boycotting it, I was finally forced to get one. Depression. Don't get me wrong. I still don't believe in Facebook or any of those other stupid social media sites. The only reason I have one now is because one of my friends basically forced me to have one by making one in my name so that I could sign up for some event. I don't even know how to use the stupid thing, so don't except too much from it.

- Delanna

Happy Birthday, Mickey!

Yay! It's Mickey Mouse's 86th birthday! It's kinda weird when a cartoon mouse is older than your grandfather, but whatever. Mickey is pretty cool. In order to celebrate, here's a beautiful video of Mickey celebrating his birthday around the world. Enjoy!

- Delanna

The World Is Gonna End

The end is nigh. I actually drew something in drawing class today. It's a miracle. We spent the entire class drawing a piece of fabric (and in charcoal of all things), so it was a bit torturous. But, whatever! I drew something! Finally! I'm so happy even if it looks terrible and unfinished.

- Delanna

I Think My Roommate Is Drunk

I'm not 100% sure, but I think my roommate might be drunk. At least, she's acting like she's drunk. It's weird. All I wanna do is finish my project (I honestly don't even care what she does with herself as long as she leaves me alone), but nooooooo... She just loves annoying the hell outta me. I was trying to cut the edges of my project with an exacto knife a little while ago when she snuck up behind me and scared the hell outta me. Not only did I wind up slicing my project (thankfully, I sliced the edge that I didn't need), but I also sliced my hand open. Yay. It won't stop gushing blood, so I'm kinda typing this up with one hand because the other is kinda incapacitated at the moment. I wound up having to go down to the convenience store and had to buy gauze to help stop the bleeding. Still isn't working though. I changed it like twice already. Meanwhile, my roommate is laughing like a maniac with no consideration for my hand or my project...

- Delanna

My Design Professor Must Hate Us

So, remember that whole post about how I can't understand why people loved photography and whatnot? Well, let's have a continuation of that conversation. The photo I took that day was used in my still life photography project where I basically had to edit the thing and make it look professional. Well, it didn't turn out so great (it was kinda my first time doing this). As one of the requirements of the project, I had to print the photo out on legit photo paper which wasn't fun. My professor gave us a list of places that we could print it out at, so I decided to try them out. Weeeeeeell, the first place had weird hours and wasn't opened on Tuesdays or Wednesdays which was totally lovely. Not. The second place not longer printed stuff. I mean, come on! By this point, I was totally despairing. Thankfully, the third place had really weird hours, so I was finally able to print my picture out. I mean seriously, what kind of printing place stays open until ten on Tuesdays and Wednesdays? How convenient was that? Actually, I just got really lucky.

- Delanna

The Mysteries of Life

Why bother having a drawing class if all you ever do is discuss drawing instead of actually drawing? That's what I would like to know. All I ever wind up doing in my drawing class is talk about techniques and do critiques.We rarely actually draw. I think we only wound up drawing for about ten minutes in today's class. It's ridiculous. I think the world would end if we actually spent the class DRAWING. But, then again, my drawing style has improved significantly, so maybe the class is actually working even if I don't realize it?

- Delanna

The Meaning of Life Is...

How the hell should I know? It's such a broad topic. There is no single correct answer. So, when someone asked me why I didn't make my blog about something meaningful like the meaning of life or something inspirational instead of the random things I write about on a daily basis, I was like why bother? No one really takes me seriously. Like ever. So, why bother putting my personal opinions on something that deep out there when no one gives a care about my opinions on lesser things to begin with? Nah, I think I will stick with the way my blog is right now. It shows who I am as an artist. Well, a lazy artist would be more accurate since I can't even be bothered with paragraphs... But, still, I'm pretty random in my daily interactions with people and in my art, so why not show it on this thing? See? It makes no sense. I don't really like thinking about stuff like that. I like being random. It's much more exciting. Besides, I find serious blogs to be super boring. Why would anyone want to sit down and read blog posts full of paragraphs about statistics and how humans are racing towards their own inevitable destruction? Boooooooooooring. I think mine is much more entertaining than that because you never know what I might post about next. :)

- Delanna

P.S. I do hope that I at least inspire people to be random or something. I feel like I'm the least inspirational person out there, but still, I make laziness an art! Doesn't that make you feel inspired to do the same? Yes...? No...? Maybe...?

How a Spider Catches Its Prey

Were you scared to death of spiders before now like I am? Well, prepare to fear for your life because this will make them 100% more terrifying than you ever thought possible. Just re-watching it freaks me out. Why is something so small so freaking scary?

- Delanna

An Arctic Day in the Summer

Ever wondered what a day in the Arctic looks like during the summer? It's surprisingly really cool and totally makes me wish that I was living there since the days are so short here during the winter. Sad. I barely have time to do the stuff I wanna do before the sun goes down.

- Delanna

*Insert Title Here*

Meh. I don't feel like coming up with a title today. It's been a pretty long day since I've had TWO BLOODY MAKE-UP CLASSES on a day that is SUPPOSED to be part of my weekend. Curses. Anyway, remember way way waaaaaaay back in February when I first started this blog? Probably not. Well, here's a refresher for you. In my introduction, I said that someone basically talked me into doing writing this blog during physics class. Remember now? Well, I read that person's blog every day, but now, she's apparently shutting it down. Which is super sad. I'm gonna miss reading her posts cause they are pretty entertaining.

- Delanna

Regrets

I've been up for about twenty-six hours straight now which has given me more than enough time to think about my life (because when I don't have sleep, I apparently go all disillusion and start thinking about philosophical things). I wound up coming up with a list of regrets because, I mean, who doesn't have regrets, right? So, without further ado, here are the things I regret most in life (apparently):

1. NOT EATING THOSE DANG GUMMIES WHEN I HAD THE BLOODY CHANCE.

2. Waiting until the last minute to write to essays even though I had a good reason to (drawing projects don't do themselves).

3. Not sleeping for the last TWENTY-SIX BLOODY HOURS.

4. EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF HIGH SCHOOL. Seriously. I hated it that much.

5. Buying one too many Sprites...

Wow. Honestly, my regrets in life suck. I don't really regret many things in life cause I wind up accepting them for the most part. Well, except for the high school one. That one's kinda seriously, but as for the other ones... Let's just chalk those up to the lack of sleep. :P

- Delanna

So Can I Like Become a Canadian Citizen?

I hear that Canada's nice this time of year. Well, I mean, ya know, freeze-until-you-die kind of nice, but you get the point. It's nicer than the States right now. Free health care guys! No Trump! No Clinton! I'm loving it. I'm like super considering it. I wish we could just scrap this election and start all over. Seriously. I've been up all night so far watching the results as they come in, and I just feel the sense of dread building up. Either way, we're all doomed. Yaaaaay. I dunno about you guys, but I've lived a good life. I mean, I still have some regrets. Like everything that happened in high school. There are still things I wanna say to people about that and verbal punches I wanna deal out, but still... 18 years is nothing to scoff at. It's been nice knowing y'all, and I can't wait to meet again on the other side since, ya know, the world is probably gonna end after this election.

- Delanna

Ye Olde Drawing Professor Jokeths Not

I don't even know what that means. And, I don't think my drawing professor knows what it means either even though he said it. I was sitting on a drawing horse (better known as an art student torture device) working on my critique for class like everyone else when suddenly out of nowhere my professor just says, "Ye olde drawing professor jokeths not," leaving us speechless because first off, he didn't say anything before hand, and second, it was literally in the middle of this awkward silence. It was kinda weird, but hey, we got a good laugh out of it.

- Delanna

Vegan Slaughterhouse

Hahaha. Is this a meat-eater's nightmare? The blood of veggitables staining the walls of a slaughterhouse? Hmmmmm...

- Delanna

I Should Totally Be Asleep Right Now

Do you ever have one of those nights when you know you should be asleep because you have to wake up early in the morning , but you just can't fall asleep no matter what you do? Well, tonight is just one of those nights for me. Which sucks.

- Delanna

Is It Possible for Food to Eat YOU?

I feel like it is. I was eating at The Hive today, and I caught my food moving. BY ITSELF. THAT'S NOT NORMAL. I hadn't even touched it yet, and it was moving. Then again, most of the food they serve us at The Hive isn't normal... Creeeeeeepy. I have a feeling that my pasta was plotting about eating me.

- Delanna

WHY?! WHY MUST YE ABANDON ME?

Hahahaha. That's a super weird title. I don't even know what I was thinking. Actually, I kinda do. Art History abandoned me. Why you ask? It just did. I was scheduling my class for winter quarter, right? Well, yeah, in theory. I had no trouble whatsoever scheduling my foundation classes, but when the time came to schedule my elective class, well, let's just say it didn't go so well. Apparently, by the time my scheduling slot opened up, every spot in Art History II was filled to the brim, so I got suck with Communications. COMMUNICATIONS! I hate communicating with people. People scare me. Persons are much nicer. But, in Communications, you have to communicate with people. PEOPLE. Just kill me now. Please? I know I have to take the class and everything eventually, but it can wait 'til like sophomore year, right?

- Delanna

Why Do People Enjoy Photography?

I don't understand why people enjoy photography, and I definitely don't understand why people are so willing to spend thousands of dollars just to get a major in photography (yes, I'm looking at you photography majors). I'm literally no good at it. Just ask my professor in Design 100. It only took like seventy-four tries before I was able to take a picture that I could actually use for my still-life project (see photo below). But, then again, I don't think my inability to take pictures is the only thing at fault here. It may have also been the fact that I had to wake-up at 6:00 AM (thanks a lot roommate for kicking my mattress off my bloody bed again just because I didn't immediately turn of my alarm) after staying up super late the night before (again, thanks a lot roommate for staying up to all hours of the night just to watch movies and stuff). I'm just not a morning person, so I was kinda falling asleep on the bus. And in class. Oh well. Not much I can do about it now. All I can really do now is cry while I wait for the weekend bus to show up (nah, not really crying, but I am super depressed about this morning).

- Delanna

P.S. Did you know that some typewriters feel super heavy and are super awkward to carry? Well, I kinda knew that, but I got a better understanding of it after I had to lug the typewriter in my picture up about three flights of stairs and then back down three flights of stairs once I was done with it. It was not enjoyable. At all.

I'm Starting to Enjoy Thursday Nights

I used to hate Thursday nights back in high school because I usually had class the next morning which meant I actually had to get up in the morning, but now, I'm starting to enjoy them since I no longer have class on Fridays. Nowadays, I can stay up however late I want to on a Thursday night without any consequences the following morning. It's great.

- Delanna

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

Do ever wonder what would have happened if you had chosen to do something differently for a certain event in your life? Would you be better or worse off now? Or maybe happier or sadder as a result? Or would you be a completely different person because of that choice? I'm not really sure why, but I've been thinking about this a lot. I guess it is because a lot of people I know keep bring up the past which makes me think about certain choices I made in high school. I wonder. If I had chosen differently for some of them, would I be happier today as a result of those choices? Or would I still be depressed every time I think about high school? It kinda makes me wish I could travel back to the past and experiment with different choices in order to determine which ones lead to a happier life, ya know?

-Delanna

And, Apparently, I Am Now Addicted to Tetris of All Things...

I have a problem, and I have no idea how or when it started. It's just weird. All of a sudden, I've become obsessed with tetris. I've never really been into it before, but I've started playing it when I'm bored because it's a pretty simple game. And, now, I can't stop. Someone. Please. Help me. This can't possible be a good thing for me. I'm already addicted to too many things (but nothing horrible for my health or anything like that).

- Delanna

Happy Halloween!

Yaaaay! It's Halloween! And, like usual, I'm the only one who didn't wear a costume. I thought since it was like college, no one would dress up, but I was dead wrong. I was quite literally one of the ten people I saw without a costume. So, in order to not stick out like a sore thumb, I made a last minute costume before my Art History class. I rubbed charcoal all over my face and became an art student who fell asleep on her project after working on it all night. Brilliant, right?

- Delanna

Reverse Trick-or-Treating?

Reverse Trick-or-Treating is a scary thing. And yes, it is apparently a thing. Who would have guessed? I had no idea until like fifty different people came knocking on my door demanding to give us candy. Most of them refused to leave until we took like half a bowl worth of candy. The best part about this whole thing is that most of these people were cosplaying in legit costumes. Pretty wicked, but it was also kinda weird. I wound up getting enough candy to give an elephant a sugar high. I'm not sure I can eat all of this... Did anyone else have this problem at their dorm?

- Delanna

P.S. Who knows? Maybe next year, I'll join them...

My Dorm Room Is Haunted... By an Angry Maid?

So, Julie and I are both in agreement. Our dorm room is haunted. We just don't know what is haunting it exactly, but we think it is a vengeful spirit of some maid that must have died a long time ago. Why do we think this? Because we keep finding unidentifiable liquids in our bathroom that may or may not be cleaning fluids. We think this so-called maid may have drowned in our very bathroom because an art student left behind paint in the bathroom after creating a masterpiece (involving said bathroom because that's totally a normal thing to do), and she tripped over said paint, fell into a full tub (a product of the masterpiece), and drowned because she was unable to tangle herself from her cleaning mob. Now, we believe she haunts our room trying to get revenge for her ridiculous death by scaring the heck out of poor art students right before Halloween. How else could you explain this creepy happening?

- Delanna

Why Are Buses the Worst?!

The bus system here at SCAD sucks. Especially on Fridays. All I wanted to do was go to a certain hall for an event, but the problem was that I had to leave my dorm at least three hours in advance. If I didn't the likelihood of me getting on a bus that will take me there on time was very slim. Mostly because there is one bus per route over weekends, and there was a whole hell of a lot of people who wanted to go to the same hall. Let's just say, I was two hours late to the event I wanted to go even though I left so bloody early.

- Delanna

P.S. I guess I should mention that the event I went to was Senior Soirée. It was this thing where the seniors showcased their current animation projects and allowed underclassmen to sign up to work on them in order to get their names out there. I wound up signing up for like three while my roommate signed up for at least six. I'm gonna wind up working myself to death, but hey, who cares?

Death By Excto Knife: Is it Really the Best Way to Go?

Well, what do you think? I think not, and my roommate thinks that there are worse ways to go (meaning she doesn't think it's the worst way to go necessarily...). Why were we debating about this? Simple. Both of our exacto knives have it out for us. Neither one of us can use them with out injuring ourselves. Whether it's just slicing our hand open to where the bleeding won't stop (mostly me) or dropping the knife to where it almost stabs us in different places (mostly her), we are starting to run out of bandages. No, it's not just us using them incorrectly. I've checked, and I do use it in the proper way. It's just that the knife is probably possessed or something... I dunno. All I know is that I need to go to the convenience store to buy some more gauze before I die of blood loss or something...

- Delanna

What to Do When You Lose a Sock (A Step By Step Process)

Step One: Once you realize you lost your sock, take deep breaths.
Step Two: Begin tearing apart your dorm trying to look for it.
Step Three: Unfold all of the clothes you just folded to make sure you didn't accidentally fold it up with a shirt or something.
Step Four: Stop trying to convince yourself that pairs of socks only consist of one sock instead of two. THIS IS UNTRUE. All pairs of socks consist of two socks. Obviously.
Step Five: Take more deep breaths and try not to pass out. If needed, find a paper bad immediately.
Step Six: Run around your dorm room again while re-tearing apart your room.
Step Seven: Start bugging one of your roommates about your lost sock.
Step Eight: Refuse to take your roommate's lame excuse about socks not mattering. ALL SOCKS MATTER. Do not give up on the poor sock. EVER.
Step Nine: Realize that your sock might have dropped out back in the laundry room while you were transferring your clothes.
Step Ten: Run out of your dorm like a maniac while forgetting your ID.
Step Eleven: Run back for your ID. You will need this for the laundry room and for getting back into you dorm room.
Step Twelve: On your way back to the laundry room, carefully dodge all sound majors that may be polluting the hallways with their instruments, and carefully maneuver yourself around any painting majors who may have taken up residence on the stairs as they may be in a bad mood due to their roommates kicking them out of the room again for spilling their dang paint all over the floor yet again.
Step Thirteen: Make sure to refuse change to any laundry squatters who conveniently forgot their change as it may distract you from your goal and make you two dollars poorer.
Step Fourteen: Retrace your steps and try to remember which stupid machines you used.
Step Fifteen: Recall the dang machine you used last and push the fool in front of it out of your way.
Step Sixteen: Realize that the fool is standing on you sock, and make a noise dive for it.
Step Seventeen: After faking an apology to the fool that was standing on your sock, make your way back to your room all while cuddling and comforting your sock which just suffered extreme trauma.
Step Eighteen: Reunite your newly found sock with its soulmate.
Step Nineteen: Convince your roommate that YOU ARE NOT CRAZY because it was a bloody fandom sock which makes everything you just went through worth it.
Step Twenty: NEVER REPEAT STEPS ONE THRU TWENTY AGAIN. If you can help it.

- Delanna

P.S. I almost lost one of my brand-new Hatsune Miku socks today, and I sorta had this mental breakdown while following these steps. It was horrible, and my roommate made fun of me.

WHEN YOU GET A FREAKING INTERVIEW WITH DISNEY

Today is legit the best day of my life. Either that or I'm still asleep and dreaming. But, since I've been pinching myself for like the past two or three hours, I must not be dreaming, so it must be the best day of my life since I GOT A FREAKING INTERVIEW WITH DISNEY. Yes, you heard that right. I recently applied for the Disney College Program, and after apparently doing well on the online interview, I got a freaking phone interview! I'm so pumped up about this that I'm still mentally freaking out. It's crazy. I never thought that I could get this close to my dream already! Wish me luck!

- Delanna

A Little Surprise

Little surprises are always the best. For the most part. Like when you happen to check your mailbox even though you know there isn't going to be anything, but there actually is something in there for you. It's pretty awesome. Apparently, my godparents send me a gift card to Barnes and Noble AND Subway (two of my favorite places) which totally turned my not-so-great day into a not-so-bad day. It really was a pleasant surprise. Unlike the other little surprise I found in my mailbox which involved a small family of spiders that kinda charged at me. Freaky.

- Delanna

Bad Memories

I made a stupid mistake today. I thought it would be a good idea to go to the CHS football game tonight since I was in town (and because my dad just really wanted me to come with him). Hahaha. Wrong. Since I came back, I keep running into people I don't wanted to see ever again. I ran into one girl (not mentioning any names, but if you have a brain, it shouldn't be hard to figure out... if you even care...) who pretty much made my band life in high school a living hell. The whole thing really ticked me off because she basically treated me like nothing had happened and made stupid side comments that just made everything worse. I feel really bad though because I was on edge the entire time and was a bit on guard, so I wound up coming across as cold to the person she was with. I felt so bad about that because I didn't mean anything by it and have nothing against her because she is actually cool.

- Delanna

P.S. It's kinda funny that I vented about this because I was reading my friend's blog and saw that she was also venting about this kinda stuff. It's weird how this stuff happens.

Evacuation Is Key

Yaaaaaaaaaay. Hurricane Matthew is going to hit Savannah, so our school is having us evacuate! Isn't that wonderful? No. No, it's not. Hurricanes aren't good. Especially when Walt Disney World decides to close its doors. That's when you know things are real. I guess, I am excited to go home for a bit though. It'll be nice to be roommate-free for a week or so because right now, one of my roommates is literally killing me. She's busy running around like a chicken with its head cut off while panicking about what to pack. Meanwhile, I'm literally in autopilot mode without a care in the world. Packing like a normal person. She asked me why I'm not freaking out, and I'm just like do you know how many category five hurricanes I'm lived through? She responded with the whole sob story about surviving Sandy, and I'm like you witnessed it at its category one phase and the only reason why it was "so bad" was because you and your family stupidly decided to go for a sightseeing drive during the freaking hurricane. I mean, who does that?! I know I'm not really one to talk because I've done some pretty crazy things myself, but this tops them all.

- Delanna

How Dandelions Bloom

Have you ever wondered what a dandelion looks like when it blooms? It's actually one of the coolest things I've ever seen, so I decided to post this gif in order for you to enjoy it as well.

- Delanna

How Ice Cream Sandwiches Are Made

Apparently, this is how ice cream sandwiches are made. Pretty cool, right? Now, just imagine me at the end of the conveyor belt with my mouth wide-open ending them as they come. And, getting completely sick as a result of that (curse thee, lactose intolerance).

- Delanna

Apparently, I Have a Kinda-Sorta-Not-So-Bad Southern Accent

I never thought about the way I talk before. Honestly, if you were to ask me right now, I would tell you I don't really have an accent, but according to my roommate, I have a kinda-sorta-not-so-bad Southern accent (and my dad has a really bad Southern accent). According to her, I hold out some of my vowels with I speak, but I don't see it. Anyone else? I don't know if I should really take her word for it though because her New York accent is super bad...

- Delanna

Two Hours and Two Broken Self-Checkouts Later...

You would think my friends had never seen a self-checkout before in their lives after witnessing the way they reacted to it. It kinda blew my mind. I hate dealing with people, so when I was done getting my stuff, I headed to the self-checkout and went about my business after waiting in the line for what felt like two hours. Apparently, they followed me and were baffled at how quickly I checked my stuff out (I am, of course, a seasoned veteran of the self-checkout since I hate dealing with employees). Well, Julie went after me and managed to break it after about two seconds, so one of the employees had to come over and fix it for her. Twice. Because she kept breaking it. Meanwhile, Micheal was at a different self-checkout and broke it before he even touched it, so a different employee had to go fix it for him, too. It was ridiculous, and I laughed until my sides hurt. Especially when they finished and walked away completely confused. That killed me.

- Delanna

That Awkward Moment When You're Catching Pokemon Instead of Unpacking...

Heheheh. I just got chewed out by my dad because I was trying to catch Pokemon in my dorm when I probably should have been packing, but it's just so distracting! There are waaaaay more Pokemon here in Savannah than there are back in Baton Rouge! It's great! I hope I catch some that I don't already have.

- Delanna

What to Do in Case Your Windshield Wiper Decides to Fly Off While Driving on the Interstate

DON'T PANIC! It happens to everyone. Probably. Actually, I think it just randomly happened to my dad. We were just minding our own business while driving down the interstate when my dad's windshield wiper just randomly decided to fly off while we were doing about 70 miles per hour for no reason whatsoever. It was weird, but we had a quick memorial service for it and replaced about 63 miles after the incident had occurred,

- Delanna

Waitresses in Alabama Are Awesome

So, on the way to Savannah, my dad and I stopped at this Cracker Barrel in Daphne, Alabama because we were literally about to die of starvation. I was messing around with Pokemon Go when our waitress noticed what I was doing and started talking with me. Apparently, we are on the same team (Team Mystic), and we share a lot of favorite animes. How cool is that?! She was pretty awesome. It's not everyday you meet a pretty epic waitress.

- Delanna

Moving :(

Whelp, this is it. Goodbye, Louisiana! Hello, Georgia! I'm finally moving! Goodbye suckers! Hahahaha. I kid. Well, not about the moving part. I really am moving, so I can attend Savannah College of Art and Design (and not LSU). I have to say that I'm super excited. It feels like I'm finally getting a chance to start over fresh with a clean slate in a place where no one knows me. How exciting! I hope my moving to a new state will finally allow me to let go of the past and move forward. I hope. I have a feeling it will. Also, doing nothing but art sounds amazing. I can't wait for my classes to finally begin.

- Delanna

P.S. It will be weird living in a state that doesn't have a Parish system. Parishes are waaaaaay cooler than counties. County sounds lamer than Parish. Sorry. :)

Packing Is Absolute Killer

I never realized how annoying packing for something is. It's so tedious. I have this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something super important, but I guess I won't really know until much later. So, really, there's no point in worrying about it now. At least, not yet...

- Delanna

My Life Just Flashed Before My Eyes

Have you ever had your life flash before you eyes just before you die or something? Well, I was standing in line to purchase something at Barnes and Noble with Mark when this baby threw her pacifier at us with deadly accuracy. I kid you not when I say my life literally flashed before my eyes as the pacifier flew by my face and barely missed nailing me in the eye. It made me realize just how short and insignificant my life has been. Oh well... Babies are terrifying. So young, and yet, they are already trying to commit mass murder. What a terrifying thought. Actually, the fact that the mother just laughed it off and didn't even seem to realize that her child was trying to kill us with a pacifier of all things was even scarier...

- Delanna

I Don't Know How They Do It

I don't understand how professional concrete people pour concrete so beautifully. I was helping my parents pour concrete in our kitchen today, and the result was terrible. I spent a good six hours working on it, and no matter how many times I tried to smooth it out, the concrete would just get lumpy in some other area. It was horrible and was literally an OCD person's worst nightmare. This whole experience has given me a new found appreciation for the underpaid construction worker.

- Delanna

Mooooooooooorings

Have I ever told you how much I hate mornings? No...? Well, I hate mornings. They are literally so sunny and happy. Bleh. The birds need to go find somewhere else to be happy at. Their chirping is too annoying to hear first thing in the morning.

- Delanna

RANDOMNESS!!!

And now, a moment of random randomness (because I have nothing better to write about)! Yaaaaaay. I apologize in advance for what you are about to read/see. Well, not really. I would be lying to you if I said I cared. Continue at your own risk!

Right now, I'm listening to a song about french fries. Yes, you heard me correctly. There is a song about french fries. You can find it on the soundtrack Ratatouille: What's Cooking? The song is literally called "French Fries" and sung by Troy Johnson. How amazing is that? It sure makes me hungry every time I listen to it though...

How do you feel about spiders? Or bananas? If you're anything like me, you would hate them both with a burning passion, but if you don't (yet), you definitely will after watching this video. I'm not gonna spoil it for you before you watch it, but let's just say you'll never look at a banana the same way again...

Speaking of spiders, have you ever seen one that seems to explode? Well, it's disgusting. This video sure does make me glad that I don't live in Australia where everything seems to want to kill you.

And, as if you haven't already lost your appetite already... Hahaha. I KID. I KID! I promise. In a lame attempt to make everything less disgusting, here is one of my favorite anime characters who just so happens to have like the biggest eyebrows ever (Chaika from Chaika the Coffin Princess).

And, there you have it! Your dose of randomness for the day. Enjoy! Or not. Two of the random things weren't really pleasant... I think I may have scarred some people...

- Delanna

Thirty Days HATH September

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November.

All the rest have thirty-one,

Except for February alone,

Which hath but twenty-eight days clear,

And twenty-nine in each leap year.

I dunno why, but I have this stupid poem stuck in my head. It always seems to happen on the first of September which is really annoying. I remember how my third grade teacher drilled this in to my head. She kept saying we only needed to know it for a test, and then, without a doubt, we would forget it. Well, it's been almost ten years now, and I STILL HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN IT. It's plagues my very existence with its annoyingness. I literally cannot stand this poem, but I will admit it is helpful when I need to remember how many days are in each month. The only other problem I have with this whole thing is the word "hath" because my teacher used to tell us that it was "has", but then, I discovered it was actually "hath" which crushed me. I'm not sure why, but I haven't been the same since. Weird, huh?

- Delanna

P.S. I was looking at the shape the poem makes when it is centered, and it kinda reminds me of a top hat. See it? Sorry, I guess I got distracted again, but you have to admit that it's cool!

Loading... Loading... Loading...

Nothing. Nothing is loading because my mind is just blank today. I can't think of anything to do or say which is really weird for me because my mind runs like a hundred miles per minute, but right now, there's just nothing. I blame the gummies from last night. I knew they tasted funny, but I ate them anyway. This is just my payment for it. Or something like that. I dunno.

- Delanna

ちょうどそれの地獄のために (Just for the Hell of It)

私は退屈だ。同様に超退屈。だから、いくつかのスーパーランダムな理由（私には未知の少なくとも）のために、私は日本語でこのブログ記事を書くことにしました（と書き込みによって、私は理由として、多くの翻訳者に英語でそれを入力してコピーし、それを過ぎて意味します私がしたいように、私は日本語を話すことはありません）。だから、あなたの人生で実際に生産的であり、実際にこの混乱を翻訳行くことに決めるあなたの人々のために、私はあなたがそれを翻訳するときに来る奇妙などんなものをお詫び申し上げます。この言語を話すあなたの人々に、私はすべての奇妙な文法エラーをお詫び申し上げます。あなただけのこれらの日の翻訳者を信頼することはできません。彼らはちょうど、これらの日は何を翻訳していないようです。まあ、私は続けるのが面倒だし、私が言うことは何もありません。これは、絶望の実数、みんな（順子江ノ島参照）を維持するため、ハードワークでした。

Watashi wa taikutsuda. Dōyō ni chō taikutsu. Dakara, ikutsu ka no sūpārandamuna riyū (watashiniha michi no sukunakutomo) no tame ni, watashi wa nihongo de kono burogu kiji o kaku koto ni shimashita (to kakikomi ni yotte, watashi wa riyū to shite, ōku no hon'yaku-sha ni eigo de sore o nyūryoku shite kopī shi, sore o sugite imi shimasu watashi ga shitai yō ni, watashi wa nihongo o hanasu koto wa arimasen). Dakara, anata no jinsei de jissai ni seisan-tekideari, jissai ni kono konran o hon'yaku iku koto ni kimeru anata no hitobito no tame ni, watashi wa anata ga sore o hon'yaku suru toki ni kuru kimyōna don'na mono o owabi mōshiagemasu. Kono gengo o hanasu anata no hitobito ni, watashi wa subete no kimyōna bunpō erā o owabi mōshiagemasu. Anata dake no korera no hi no hon'yaku-sha o shinrai suru koto wa dekimasen. Karera wa chōdo, korera no hi wa nani o hon'yaku shite inai yōdesu. Mā, watashi wa tsudzukeru no ga mendōdashi, watashi ga iu koto wa nani mo arimasen. Kore wa, zetsubō no jissū, min'na (Junko Enoshima sanshō) o iji suru tame, hādowākudeshita.

 - Delanna

P.S. 絶望。絶望。ラブリー絶望。私は実際にこれで多くの楽しみを持っていました！ 

P.P.S. Zetsubō. Zetsubō. Raburī zetsubō. Watashi wa jissai ni kore de ōku no tanoshimi o motte imashita!

Two of the Biggest Human Mistakes That Changed History!

1. In June 1944, Field Marshall Erwin Rommel was order by Adolf Hitler to defend the coast of France, but he decided to take the weekend off to attend his wife's birthday party rather than follow orders because he believed that the recent bad weather would delay any invasion from enemy troops. Ironically, Allied troops invaded the coast of France on his wife's birthday (June 6, 1944) and managed to capture all five beaches under the field marshal's command. Had he been there to lead the troops, the war would have gone very differently. This incident helped lead to the eventual Nazi defeat by ruining their image as an unstoppable fighting force.

2. Towards the end of World War II, the Allied Nations came up with the Potsdam Declaration which demanded Japan's immediate surrender. The premier of Japan at the time, Kantaro Suzuki, sent the Allies a response using the Japanese word "Mokusatsu" which can translate into different things. It was intended to mean that the Japanese were contemplating their request, but the translator took it to mean they were ignoring their demands. Needless to say, had the translator interpreted it differently, Hiroshima probably would not have been bombed ten days later.

- Delanna

P.S. There are other major mistakes, but I think these were the best (and I'm too lazy to type all of it up). It just goes to show how stupid people can be sometimes.

Only the Very Best Anime Openings You Will Ever Witness

Do you ever judge an anime on its opening theme song? I do it on occasion. In my opinion, the best shows have the best openings. They grab you almost immediately and literally force you to keep watching even if you don't wanna (though you usually keep watching because YOU want to if that makes any sense). Here are fifteen different shows with the best openings (at least in my opinion):

15. Tanaka-kun Is Always Listless

Opening Song: Utatana Sunshine

Performed By: Unlimited Tone

14. Barakamon

Opening Song: Rashisa

Performed By: Super Beaver

13. ERASED

Opening Song: Re: Re:

Performed By: ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION

12. A Certain Scientific Railgun

Opening Song: Only My Railgun

Performed By: fripSide

Opening Song: LEVEL5-Judgelight-

Performed by: fripSide

Opening Song: Future Gazer

Performed by: flipSide

Opening Song: Sisters' Noise

Performed by: flipSide

Opening Song: Eternal Reality

Performed by: flipSide

11. A Certain Magical Index

Opening Song: PSI-Missing

Performed by: Mami Kawada

Opening Song: Masterpiece

Performed by: Mami Kawada

Opening Song: No Buts!

Performed by: Mami Kawada

Opening Song: See Visions

Performed by: flipSide

10. Danganronpa

Opening Song: Never Say Never

Performed by: TKDzZb

Opening Song: Dead or Lie

Performed by: Maon Kurosaki and Trustick

Opening Song: Kami-iro Awase

Performed by: Binaria

9. Black Cat

Opening Song: Daia no Hana

Performed by: Yoriko

8. Noragami

Opening Song: Goya no Machiawase

Performed by: Hello Sleepwalkers

Opening Song: Kyōran Hey Kids!!

Performed by: The Oral Cigarettes

7. Assassination Classroom

Opening Song: Seishun Satsubatsu-ron

Performed by: 3-E Utatan

Opening Song: Jiriki Hongan Revolution

Perforemed by: 3-E Utatan

Opening Song: Question

Performed by: 3-E Utatan

Opening Song:Bye Bye Yesterday

Performed by: 3-E Utatan

6. My Hero Academia

Opening Song: The Day

Performed by: Porno Graffitti

5. Akame ga Kill!

Opening Song: Skyreach

Performed by: Sora Amamiya

Opening Song: Liar Mask

Performed by: Rika Mayama

4. Handa-kun

Opening Song: The LiBERTY

Performed By: Fo'x Tails

3. Servamp

Opening Song: Deal With

Performed by: OLDCODEX

2. Baccano!

Opening Song: Gun's & Roses

Performed by: Paradise Lunch

1. Durarara!!

Opening Song: Uradiri no Yūyake

Performed by: Theatre Brook

Opening Song: Complication

Performed by: ROOKiEZ is PUNK'D

Opening Song: Headhunt

Performed by: Okamoto's

Opening Song: Day You Laugh

Performed by: Toshiyuki Toyonaga

Opening Song: Steppin' Out

Performed by: FLOW

- Delanna

P.S. None of the animes on this list where in any particular order. Well, except for number one which literally has the best openings of all time. Literally.

P.P.S. I know some of the song titles and/or bands look like they may have been misspelled or incorrectly typed, but I can assure you that they are accurate. 

P.P.P.S. I need to add a sixteenth opening to my list. I almost totally forgot one of my all time favorites: Bungou Stray Dogs. It's a must have on this list. I can't believe I forgot it, but here it is:

Bonus: Bungou Stray Dogs

Opening Song: Trash Candy

Performed by: Granrodeo