An Enlightening Interview With A Magic Eight Ball and A Petpet

I'm in grade 12, which means I'm almost done school, which means I have to spend a long time sitting and pondering life decisions like, What do I want to do next year? What should I take in university? and other equally annoying questions that I don't feel like answering.

I also find that there are a lot of questions to be asked that just don't have concrete answers. There's so many questions where you have to think so much, and weigh the options, consider every angle, and so forth. It takes a lot of work and a lot of brain muscle.

Then there's those questions that frequently raise intense discussion throughout the book blogging world, that have answers with so many different sides it gets hard to keep track.

So I've decided instead of going through that whole brain-numbing process of answering hard questions, I will just enter my questions into an online Magic Eight Ball and it will give me all the answers I need. What could make life easier?

Is it OK if what I write doesn't necessarily line up with my beliefs?

Magic Eight Ball: Very doubtful.

Should published authors do book reviews, either negative or positive?

Magic Eight Ball: Signs point to yes.

Is the YA genre going downhill in today's society?

Magic Eight Ball: My sources say no.

Should teens be published?

Magic Eight Ball: Outlook not so good.

Should all YA books with sex, drugs, and violence be banned from the earth?

Magic Eight Ball: Without a doubt.

Are teens and kids capable of picking out books that are suitable to their needs?

Magic Eight Ball: Better not to tell you now.

I don't really like these answers. I think I'll try another approach. When I was ten, I would spend all of my time on Neopets doing who knows what (that's also how I learned how to do some HTML coding which I have now forgotten most of) and you could ask your Petpet questions. I still have my account, so I will log in there for the first time in a hundred years and consult my Petpets.

Well. That's encouraging.

Ouch. 

 I don't know what to say to that...

Well... that was... interesting.

Um, you know what? On second thought, I'll do my decision-making and question-answering the old-fashioned way...

Some Of My Life In Stick Figures

First of all: GUESS WHAT!? I have accomplished something amazing, my FIRST EVER guest post!! Brittany Clarke at The Balancing Act asked me to write something for her blog post series (is that what you call them?) "Where I Go" (I think you can participate if you want to...). Anyway, check that post out HERE!! It was amazingly fun and a lot more challenging than I thought it would be (but that's a good thing). And if you want me to do a guest post for you, I'd be happy to! Just send me an e-mail: kazuntai101[at]gmail[dot]com.

Now onto today's post...

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Ever since someone commented on the drawing in this post, I've been thinking about showcasing my amazing (ha!) drawings, you know, just for fun. And then in the past week I have been bombarded with ideas for cartoons. Most of them courtesy of my kooky family. So here's some of my life, a la stick figures:


In case you can't read my amazing calligraphy, the bottom sentence says:
"People Who Think All Canadians Speak French Have Never Met My Dad"





The Pillow Take-over happens EVERY NIGHT.





Does this happen to anyone else?? Anyone?? (I love you, Mom!)

  So, yeah. All these are based on my actual life. "Based" because otherwise we are all made of sticks and have the sameish colour hair and we also don't have noses, toes, fingers, or ears. Also, just in case anyone was wondering, everyone in my family is not the same height. My brother is fifteen feet tall, my dad is around fourteen feet, my mom at twelve feet, me thirteen feet and... my sister is about three feet. She walks around on stilts constantly in order to not have a sore neck by the end of the day from looking/talking up at us. (Ha! Just kidding... that would be cool though. And that is the order of height for my family from tallest-shortest: bro, dad, mom, me, sis.)

I have no good wrap-up tonight... so instead I'll just do this:

WHY I NEED A NEW BRAIN:

IM Conversation I Had With My Friend A Few Nights Ago

Me: What are you doing?
Friend: talking to you, sitting on my bed, debating whether or not to go to sleep, watching friends
Me: Watching friends? Hmm... like stalking? ;)
Friend: it's a tv show dingbat
Me: What's a TV show dingbat?
Pause. Wait for it.
Me: Oh
Me: I'm a dingbat
Me: the tv show Friends -_-;

THE END.