Excessive
Rambling
In to the
mind of...
Vicious loser--Pixie
Amnell was here, who will be next?
Just for fun, I'm going "capture" the audience's attention by starting with sex, free, and get a raise! Of course, I will not offer you any. My teacher is making me learn how to capture people's attention. Yeah, I know the first sentence is false advertising, but who cares? I'm not trying to sell anything. I don't have a price anywhere. I don't have a product. Thus, I'm not exactly giving false advertising. If you didn't like the first few sentences of my excessive rambling, you probably already stopped reading. Did you stop reading yet? Well then. See, I gotta ask because I'm insecure. Everyone is insecure, sometimes.
This page is filled with ideas that pop in my head. It's actually good stuff; quite unique. //chuckle// I am labeling this my favoritest page on my whole website! :D
Dilatory rant
OK, I'm going to turn cannibalistic and
bite a huge chunk of meal off my oh-so-lucious arm right now!
Actually, I was just off rambling in my nirvana section (D-ark
S-ide) when I succumbed to my craving to jive while sychronally
felt like I needed to tend to my therapeutic digression. A
dilatory rant, might I call it.
A short epilogue--basically, this box will be a massive text
filled paragraphs, occasionally, palliated with nomenclatures
that I don't use often, or if ever. Compared to other rants I've
read, this is only a substandard epilepsy of a Sprite attack.
Many statements made may be erroneous, but it ameliorates my
frustraion and anger casted upon by the Beelzebub, so don't
complain. Speaking of the damnation gives me little pleasure, but
moving on to the point --if you don't like reading this, skip it.
Not everything in here will be spiel hyperboles that antagonize
the flakes of all existing life. Some are quite retarded and some
may even cause twitches of libido. But for that effect, it's
highly reccommended that one reads this while heavily
intoxicated. If at any moment, you feel like you will go berserk,
it is highly reccomended to stop reading and move on to a poem
section, where there, you will also be consolidated with a nadir
feeling. If at any other pandemonious event occure, perpetuate my
sanity by telling me all these
so I may devour the monumental incidents that have happened by my
own doings. Moving on.
The stupidest thing a person can do is walk up to me when I'm angry, then tell me to poke them. The stupidest thing that I've ever done was walk up to a mirror then poked it. After it was done, I sat there playing staring contest at my other self. How stupid can I get? I don't know, but you get to vote on it. Poll 1
The stupidity of "love" and how it ruins a woman's life
1. Stupid attachment ---ex. "Don't
leave me."+ excessive groveling+ dragging the man's foot
crying
"Marry me!"
"Let me have your baby!"
2. Stupid courtship ---ex. *bats eyelashes* + *wiggles her tush while walking* + (in a fake-sexy voice)"Hi there" ---Can we say "GAG"?
3. Stupid devotion --ex. "But I love him...even though he's a drunk, he smokes, he doesn't work, he beats me, he's a bum, he's fat, he's (continues)..."
4. Stupid passion ---ex. "We're
breathing hard, it must be love!"
"I can't help myself--I'm sexually addicted."
[Might I remind woman out there that sexual passion is DIFFERENT
from mature love.]
-OKAY- I give up. Trying to think of exact stupid examples of stupid things my gender of the human species do is just as stupid as the stupid examples in itself. This is just a plain stupid section of my ultimately plain stupid webpage. I'll just write whatevers now.
5. Stupid cohabitation ---ex. Let's live together--it's only right (and much more convensional to have premarital sex.)
6. Stupid expectations ---ex. During the
beginning of a relationship, a woman's expectionations are:
"You have to be living and breathing for us to be
together."
During the middle: "I'm sorry, Bob, but you're not a
multi-millionair and you stink. I don't know why I ever got
together with you."
During the end: "Okay, so you're dead now, Bob. I have to
leave you now. But I don't want to. Let me stay with you forever;
let me be buried with you. Even though during your life time, you
were a bum and a drunk, I still love you."
[Stupid devotion and expectations and other stupidity often run
together.]
7. Stupid Conception ---ex. Guys are stupid-er than girls. That's why they choose to be with a girl who has much higher GPA. But then again, that's not very hard. BUT AGAIN, I don't get this section. -look, I'm ironing- -ahar ahar-
8. Stupid subjugation ---ex. "Let me
worship you. I'll cook your food, wash your dishes, do your
laudry, clean your shoes and anything else you want."
-a month later-
In the woman's mind as she sees her significant other: "Why
the hell am I cooking your food, washing your dishes, doing your
laudry, cleaning your shoes and everything else in this
relationship? I'm not going to complain and whine. All these, I
will lock up in my mind and cry in the dark corners in the night.
Okay, maybe I will whine about it sometimes, but I'll still do
everything you tell me because, truly, I really don't want to
lose you. I worship you!"
9. Stupid helplessness ---ex. "I can't live without you. You're my life, my love, my air, my clothes, my house, my hair dryer, my alarm--don't ever leave me. Even as I am dragged by your feet, for the obvious reason that I clung myself there in the first place, I still need you. You're my hero, my prince, how can I possibly live without you?"
10. Stupid forgiving ---ex. "I forgive you, Harry, for having done all those bad things to me. Now let's have passionate sex until the break of dawn."
The known Unknown/ The Living
Background
This is for the unnoticed people in the world. The
people, known as "hey you," who pass you in the
hallway. The stranger who sits in the back of the room with their
head down. The invisible person who wave their hand in your face,
but you don't reply. They are the living background.
In a picture, they'll be there, but for some reason, no one sees
them. Even as they cry on the stage, their pain and tears still
is hid from the audience's eyes.
Maybe you looked away. Maybe you didn't want to and refused to
see. Maybe you saw bits and pieces of yourself in them the first
time you saw them. Maybe you're just a plain, snob, rich
narcissist.
Linguistical typing
Calutasens u ol. Hou'z et goeng? I m hair 2 enphorm u dat der r
moor waiz den wan too kamunekate weth oder peeple. Der r ceven
waiz oph narlin. I narn bezt werkin wed numberz, bat fur sam
reecon I suc et fezix. I m na veri gud et ritin oor n e phorm oph
leteratur renated tapikz. Ritin wudn't b dat hard ef I rote mor,
baut I m naci. Mi teachair caid I git cide traked off ten, n I
agre. De reson fur dat es, porhapz, I thinc 2 mathamatikalli. I
reli don't no. Wen doin mat iquasionz, I sulve n ivaluat mostli
yin mi hed, den poot da phynal risult en papr. Dat'z wat I m doin
naw; thenkin n nat ritin et ol don. Oly whan I hav cum te 8
konklution, den I rite et don. Haw enphortulate et dasn't worc
phor ezayz; I hav te poot ol mi thouts don en papr. I m na uzed
ta et. Dere r ather prablemz alon wid thinkin mathimatikalli. I
hait autninez, thes, I dan't autnine wen I rite mi ezayz. Dat es
y da enfurmasion es ol skatered. Mi techer hait trin too phit
peacez oph pazzles tegether. Mi gradez fal bekauce oph mi ezay
strektur. I lyke 2 b kreativ wyth mi prujectz. Taik dis hole
parigraf 4 xampl. I m sur peeple wel hait reatin dis parigraf
bkauce da speallinz r ron, sum pronunciasionz r eff n, wel, wee
ol no peeple'z etansion cpan es shurt. I thinc maust af da redrz
wil ony wred da phyrzt centanse, den skyp en 2 dis trenslasion
paregraf. Dat juc gos 2 prof daat evn ef I da rite "en
topyk," sum peeple mite stil na wread et. I du ranble, thanc
u veri meach. Ba u haf 2 admyt, I m creatif wen I rent.
Translation for the
people who did not understand linguistical typing:
Salutations you all. How's it going? I'm here to inform
you that there are more ways than one to communicate with other
people. There are seven ways of learning. I learn best working
with numbers, but for some reason I suck at Physics. I'm not very
good at writing or any form of literature related topics. Writing
wouldn't be that hard if I wrote more, but I'm lazy. My teacher
said I get side tracked often, and I agree. The reason for that
is, perhaps, I think too mathematically. I really don't know.
When doing math equations, I solve and evaluate mostly in my
head, then put the final result on paper. That's what I'm doing
now; thinking and not writing it all down. Only when I have come
to a conclusion, then I write it down. How unfortunate it doesn't
work for essays; I have to put all my thoughts down on paper. I'm
not used to it. There are other problems along with thinking
mathematically. I hate outlines, thus, I don't outline when I
write my essays. That is why the information is all scattered. My
teacher hate trying to fit pieces of puzzles together. Thus, my
grades fall because of my essay structure. I like to be creative
with my projects. Take this whole paragraph for example. I'm sure
people will hate reading this paragraph because the spellings are
wrong, some pronounciations are off and, well, we all know
people's attention span is short. I think most of the readers
will only read the first sentence, then skip on to this
translation paragraph. That just goes to prove that even if I do
write "on topic," some people might still not read it.
I do ramble, thank you very much. But you have to admit, I'm
creative when I rant.
Some people in this world just do not understand creativity. I showed a few people the Linguistical typing and many replied that it hurt their brain. Only one said it was "real good stuff." I just want to recognize that person, who seems to be one of a few who appreciates diversity; Janine [aka Raven]. You rock girl!
Short stuff box --People, sometimes, ramble for the sake of being stupid and crazy. Here are short paragraphs to prove my point. Some of these are not even close to finished.
Girl on crack [a.k.a.
High on Sprite]
Like hi! Guess what! I'm like
trying to act really ditzy now. hehe, It's, like, so retarded--me
doing this. This is so not me! lol *gag* Anyways, I drank too
much sprite and that's why I'm like this. I took the self esteem
test! I scored a 94! Yeah! Another A for me! :D hehe I cheated.
I'm in Christology class right now. Everyone's being so loud.
It's hillarious. :p God loves you. Gr.. the teacher came into the
room. {haha, who's the butt of the joke? moi. = p bite me}
Overdosed chick [Smooth
baby, smooth]
Yo yo yo! Wassup?! SNAGGIDY
POOO! Wanna nibble the sugar off my neck? hahahaha You know you
wanna. Suck my rules man. Don't you just lalalaloove drugs? I do!
Totally shagedelic baby. Do I make you horny? //groan// You and
me, baby, we ain't nothing but mammals. So let's do it like they
do it on the Discovery Channel. [repeat foreva]
The seven wonders of
hacking
1. It's fun.
2. It's fun.
3. It's fun.
4. It's fun.
5. It's fun.
6. It's fun.
7. It's fun.
8. Bonus: It pisses people off.
Title page ideas
Extensive rambling instead of
excessive rambling?
Aimless paragraph doodad? Feedback needed!
Spreading the good word
Cheerleaders are devil's
minions in short skimpy skirts. Don't you think they look hot hot
hot?
Bodacious baby!
I don't think some
people know the true meaning of bodacious.
Why "click here to
enter" sucks.
A great example of this glitch in WWW is clip-art.com. You'll get lost in "click in here to
enter" forever! No explaination needed. Just click and find
out.
The basis of
nothingness
Nothing is everything. The
endless limit. More nothing...
Detachment.exe [Application file]
Cigarette dilemma
//cough// //cough////gasps
for air// //cough// //cough// //gasps for air// //cough//
//cough// //fans non-polluted air towards my face// cough some
more// continues to cough// Damn it, smoke somewhere
else! //falls on the ground// //tries to pull myself up
from the ground// //gasps for clean air// //falls down again face
flat on the ground// Man, smoking sucks.
Lost my voice
Cannot talk. Do not
call me on the phone expecting me to talk a lot because I truly
can't. I'm sorry. I sound like I have asthma and is about to die.
I am self conscious, really. Please, just leave me messages or
call me, but talk. Know that I am listening and I didn't hang up
on you. I'm pretty sure that I didn't hang up on you. Unless you
heard the dial tone. Yea. I'm sure it was your phone then. Nope,
mine was still going. I didn't hang up. Must've had bad
connections then. Really? I did not know that. I can't talk. My
voice does sound high when I'm sick. Bear with me please. Lost
voice; can't talk. You talk; I'll listen.
Meadering mind [Rants- a
whole bunch of them]
After reading a great piece
of work, I feel as if my life is worthless compared to the novel.
The author has the inspiration, the talent and ability to write
such great essays. To tell you the truth, I am really jealous. I
feel as if I can be his greatest fan. Geez, I even feel like I
want to marry the guy! It's scary, I know. I'm like this
sometimes. I see something or someone I like, then automatically,
I want to be that person or thing. Yes, even thing. I wanted to
be the internet for a while. I thought it would be
"cool" just to be clicked every once now and then. It's
certainly much more fun than sitting here clicking buttons. I
want to be click-ed rather than the click-ee. Now I'm going to
assume the stupid by asking you, "Do you get it?" I
lack a sense of humour. Don't you think? I take myself too
seriously at times. I think I'm going to memorize some quotes
from this novel just for the fun of it. It'll be a good start of
a conversation. I should really check out that one recommended
book said to be worth looking at. Of course, this is just my
instanateous feeling because I like a certain piece of
literature. Is this even considered literature? I really don't
know, but it just feels like the right thing to say. I should
post my journals, diaries and such. *smurf* I actually think that
mines will surpass such great works. Ha! Then again, I do
belittle myself in everything I do.
[After reading this paragraph. I think it would have been better just to tell you the title and author of the novel, but then again, who wants to know? :p]
I have great potential.
Now who thought that was a sarcastic comment? Please raise your hand right now. Wait, send me a email telling me that then.
Geez, my wacko side is coming out. Someone please email me. I'm dying...of boredom.
I have, along with that, a few million other email addresses too. The one I'm giving out is the one that I filter my spam through. It is also the one that I check most frequently. Sue me if you think I make no sense whatsoever.
It's really late at night right now but I want to stay up all night writing just for the sake of writing. I find that writing is really helpful. It's a pity that I didn't like to write when I was younger. I probably had much more interesting thoughts than I do now.
I want the internet in my room. I can live online, you know. I have the stamina for it. I'm really thinking of doing a 24 hour online marathon where I just do stuff online; chat, post, work on my webpage, etc. I don't have any time for that now, but when I do get the time, I would really like to do that. Does good webpages always have to have some sort of sense of humor in them? If so, then mine is a total waste of time. This page lacks sense of humor. If you're looking for a good laugh, I suggest you remove yourself from this website right now. Feel free to come back when you're bored. This page is just about me, me, and my thoughts about the world.
Humans are so weak.
There's my thought of the day. It's been in my head forever, but I just wrote it down now. It's true. Whoever disagrees with me, please email me your opinion on why it is not true. Or don't email me and just keep it in your head until your head bursts trying to find reasons to contradict the idea. You won't be able to find it.
Be a pessimist a day keeps the crazy people away.
I don't think that's true though, but I didn't know whatelse to say. I can't think of any cheesey lines to say. I'll just say whatever's in my mind. I'm squinting an aweful lot now because my font right now is 10 pt. The computer screen isn't showing any mercy by giving off rays that damages my iris. By age 25, I'm sure that I'll have loads of wrinkles on my face. I'm sure looking forward to that. :p For the people who are still reading. Ask youself this question, "Do I have a life?" I will answer that question for you just for the heck of putting more fluff on my page, "No." *smile*
I have decided to put some of my journal entries on my web site. Boring! I know. It's nothing but interactions between the people I meet and the complaints of my daily life. Just for fun, I suggest you read them to find out more crazy things about me. :) Oh yeah, I'm not crazy. Some people may think that, but don't believe them. I'm truly not crazy. *grin* I now have my journal disk open. I started keeping a journal during the summer after reading loads of fantasy books. I guess I was inspired. Hey, I guess too much. I have to stop writing those things, and this thing where I say "I have to" do something. Why can't I just go do them? Tell me, why can't I just go do the things that I say that I'm going to do instead of just saying that I'm going to do them? That was a run-on sentence. I'm trying to cut down on the run-ons, but it's really hard. I don't like to use the periods. I'm a comma person.
Whao, I was a spunky little one. I just opened a entry of my journal, and it started with me cursing my ass off. Fun. What is this I see? A poetic entry dating January 1, 2000. Oh great. Just great. I was insane before I even realized it. Blah, you don't know what I'm talking about. I don't want to explain either. Be left in the dark. Ask me about it later. I'm not going to talk about it now. It's crud that's going to waste my time. What am I talking about? I'm talking about it already. I'm a living contradiction.
Fun kingdom
I want you to say "fun
kingdom" real loud. Fun. Kingdom. Are you fun kingdom? I am
fun kingdom. Do you know why I'm fun kingdom? Because I am fun
and I own my own kingdom. I act like I'm fun kingdom. The
blockhead who didn't understand this whole paragraph is really
fun kingdom.
Yo, yo, yo, whiner!
Got a complaint? Take it up
to my lawyer mephisotopheles@hell.com or email it to me pixie_always@hotmail.com. Didn't receive a reply when you wrote to my
lawyer? Or did you get a Mailer Demon? It may have been one of
his "dominions." For the second time, you can also
email it to me pixie_always@hotmail.com. Listen peoples! There are two options, one--
email to mephisotolpheles@hell.com or 2--email to pixie_always@hotmail.com. If one doesn't work, what do you do next? Come
on, come on! What a loser. Yea, I'm talking about myself, prig.
Fine, don't email anyone. You can always
lol, man, I crack myself up. I
don't have any rules.
Are you thinking what I'm
thinking? You're sweet, you're meat. You're just f**ked up as a
bumble bee!
Figure out this puzzle of
a paragraph, Mr. Smart-ass. I dare ya!
There's a secret
message in here! Prize included if you can figure it out and email me the answer.
I'm too sexy for my shirt, too
sexy for my shirt, ooooo tooooo sexy.
You know what some might say, "Bite my ass, tomorrow's
another day." Okay, I admit it, it's only I who say that.
What I am asking you is not the name of the thing, but it's
essence, of which essence you know not a bit more than you know
about the essence of whatever revolves the Earth...we do not
understand what principle or what force is that humans contantly
think and live.
There is an imaginary line between real life and internet life.
Though the line is thin, the difference is abundant.--Pixie
Superman loves you! Kriptonite.
Lando; hate dump. Cantina; love louge.
I have a splinter under my foot and I cannot walk; only to
stumble at every step.
Smiles are contagious.
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Just thoughts
Kiss me. If life do really end, then I am just a mind, a thought.
The wonders of Aerogel
Have you guys heard of it?
Aerogel is supposidly a thermal insulator that contains a lot of
air that they block heat transfer. It's 95% air with large
surface area--think gelatin or butter. Aerogel floats around the
air we breath. They're water bubbles, sorta. They're kind of like
rain drops. Aerogel is one of the few things that I find
interesting. I don't know exactly why but the name and the
substance amuses me.
Other things that I take interests in is the Aurora
Borealis--Northern Light, lodestone and laughing at my
schoolmates watch dry erase markers dry while staring at the
marks and yelling "Come on, dry!"
Amazing spores
It's flying all around us.
Can't you feel it? Look, there's a whole bunch going up your nose
right now!
Sensible incoherent talk
Threatening to
suicide is not cool. I've been through that crap and I know how
it is. I don't want people to be joking about it because it's a
serious matter. It's okay if you say you want to kill yourself
after Physcis class becasue everyone feels that way. I'm not
going to kill myself. I'm strong to fight on; live.
Cheesey pick up lines and
other junk I pick up from kids
Cathy: Hi, are you from Fed
Ex? Because I can't help but notice your package.
Fed Ex guy: Eh. Where's the school office?
Cathy: //sighs and drops head// Over there. //points to the
school office//
Cathy is quite, how should I put it, boy crazy.
Shayna: What do you think of the weather
in the sky?
Cathy: What weather in this guy?
Shayna: I said "the sky," not "this guy."
Pissed off
There. < ^--Um, what the
fudge...I don't know who inserted this section, but I found this
today.
Mistakes
Do you all know why I show my
mistakes to all you? As some of you may have noticed, I put
strikeline through some of my earlier errors. I'm trying to make
this thingamabobber life like. Is it working? No.
Pixie Amnell aka "vicious loser" is a girl who has too much free time on her hand [obviously]. She is 15 years of age and has a interest in rambling—as you may have already noticed. She can be reached at pixie_always@hotmail.com. She enjoying talking in third person and shouldn't be considered a wacko for taking a interest in something this unusual.
Motto: CopyrightŪ ain't copy=right.