Oh, hello. You found my blog. You're probably reading this because you are thinking about subscribing to me, and you're trying to figure out what sort of person Nimbusoak is. Well, Nimbusoak is CRAZY. Nimbusoak is FRIGHTENING. Nimbusoak is EVIL. Nimbusoak is going to stop talking in the THIRD PERSON. Ahem.
RELIGION: Roman Catholic
FAVORITE MANGA: Black Cat
FAVORITE ANIME: Slayers
EVER BEEN TO A CON: No
LIKES: Alternative rock, indie rock, punk rock, science fiction, video games, manga, anime, obscure references, drawing, ninjas, blogging, writing, poetry, action-adventure movies, pocky, awesome tee shirts, ranting.
DISLIKES: Celebrities, social interaction, trolls, stupid people, pop music, romantic fiction of any kind (the exception is romantic comedy anime), large corporations, people who go on and on about bacon like it's the best thing in the world when in fact it's just bacon, teen drama...I'm cutting this list short.
Links you need to check out:
http://www.homestarrunner.com/ Your life is not complete until you have seen this web cartoon.
http://otakucatholic.blogspot.com/ Pretty cool blog (not my own).
http://grooveshark.com/ Free unlimited music streaming that doesn't run ads. For some reason, it's legal.
http://axecop.com/ The adventures of Axe Cop, a cop with an axe. And a dinosaur.
http://www.asianfoodgrocer.com/ My new favorite website, but it makes me hungry...
http://http://www.thinkgeek.com/ Everything you never knew you needed, you nerd.
" It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school."
"Believe me, Mike, I calculated the odds of this succeeding versus the odds I was doing something incredibly stupid… and I went ahead anyway."
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
Come on, you know that made your day. Happy sixth day of Hanukkah, all! Or is it the seventh? Yeah, it's the seventh. Is it really almost over? Wow, I'm really out of it.
Man, I'm such an idiot. I did pretty much no schoolwork in October, and now I'm getting low grades in my english class. I'm so behind I don't know if I can fix it before the semester ends. Thing is, its an honors class, and if I don't finish with at least a B+, I get bumped down to Comprehensive next year, which would totally suck. I ended up having a nervous breakdown in front of my mom yesterday (at least it wasn't in school). I told her I was upset about not getting into Honors, and she said she wouldn't be upset, which was what I was really worried about, I guess. Then she made me go sit in my room until my paper outline was done. So obviously If I'm to get my grades back up, my mom just needs to lock me in my bedroom more often. Could work, right?
It occurred to me that it's been over a year since I joined TheO. That's pretty cool, actually. I remember last winter, this website pretty much saved my sanity. I didn't know anyone freshman year, so having an online community that I felt part of helped a lot. So that's what I'm thankful for this year. Yeah, I know. Thanksgiving was last week, but in my defense I couldn't get on TheO. Anyway, why should I wait till November to be thankful? Right? Never mind. Don't mind me, I'm raving.
Okay, I should go write something. See you later, all!
To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful.
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that took time to do what she wanted to do.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.
...This one bulletin is for you...
Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore... And because of this, there are not many left out there...
I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this cuz they care more about their image
If you are a nice guy repost this with "We're a Dying Breed "
If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way repost this with: "To Every Guy..."
Good grief. Look, I'm going to say this now, this is going to be a whiny post and it doesn't mean anything, so it's okay if you don't feel like reading it. I just had to tell someone. So I did something stupid, and I'm not sure it constitutes as a sin, I don't think it does, but it might, so I wanted to go to confession before I went to Mass on Sunday. Well, guess what: today is a holy day of obligation, which means I have to go to mass today. So I thought, no big deal, I'll go to confession after school, there's a Catholic church right next to the school. So I look the church up on Google and look at their webpage to see when they do confession. They didn't even bother to list it. Seeing as the church is locked up all week except when they have Catechism class for little kids, I probably shoulda guessed that. So I thought I could take the bus to the church downtown. I'm sure you can guess where this is going:
"Sacrament of Reconciliation Sat: 2:30-3:30 PM,
Tues: 7:15-7:45 AM".
So pretty much I'm screwed. I'm going to have to skip out on receiving communion, and that's gonna be awkward to explain to my mom. I mean, how am I supposed to say that? She wouldn't pry or anything, but it's just awkward. Sheesh. Religion is hard. Okay, I'm done whining. Here's some Star Trek pictures (because that makes it all better, right? Right?)
Yeah, I'm still sore about that. Big deal.
don't know about you, but I am sick and tired of people playing Thriller by Michael Jackson on Halloween. I'm sorry, but come on! There are other Halloween-type songs! Whaddabout Oingo Boingo, the ultimate Halloween band? Huh? Huh? It's ti...
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Hey, guys, here's another dumb life-type post:
I haven't been on TheO as much as I would like. Which is why I got kicked out of the Comment Challenge. Oops. I wish I had time to write blog posts and upload fanart and comment and talk to my friends and stuff, but my life is just way too hectic. It totally sucks, but there you go.
I am just so frustrated with school right now. (I know, original sentiment, right?) My teachers are all completely insane. I actually have an english teacher who thinks it's funny to scare us by pretending that he's gonna assign us an essay, then telling us he's kidding, then telling us he's double kidding and we really do have an essay, and it's due on friday. And don't get me started on my creative writing class. I don't have time to go into details, but le's just say that they're a bunch of politically correct goody two shoes and they all think I'm an antifemenist. Long story. Good thing about all this frustration, though, is I'm getting a lot of song lyrics out of it. They're all terrible, but it's the kind of terrible that I can work with if I just walk away from it for a while, you know?
I'm pretty excited for Halloween. I'm going as 2D from Gorillaz. Speaking of which, here is a tips to you: do not mix puffy paint with arcrylic paint. I'n fact, just stay away from arcrylic paint if you're trying to write on a t shirt. Okay, I'm off to watch anime.