What Even?

There are a few things in life that I just find weird. Really weird. I don't really know why, either. They could be completely explainable or biologic or scientific and I just don't get it. I've put some things together to give you the gist of my thinking process.

One thing I don't understand is walking. How in the world does that actually work? I mean, you put a foot in front of you and you make yourself move forward. Is this magic? It doesn't make any sense. Think about it next time you decide you want to move anywhere else than where you are. Maybe not while you're on drugs though, you may freak out.

And how in the world do trees decided how to grow? I understand that it moves in a way to get to the sun, blah blah. But the branches. Why are they where they are? What makes them say "ohh yes I think I'd like to have a branch here. All the better to climb." Have scientists discovered why this happens?

Where the fuck do wheels get the nerve to be an optical illusion? Sure, the wheel is going forward, but does it look like it? No. It decides to be a dick and trick everyone's minds. What makes it do that? I have no idea. Does anyone know this? I bet fucking not.

Sex. Everyone's favourite pass time. Or is that baseball? Whatever, I don't get either. When I was little I used to hope that there was an alternative to having babies than from having sex. Granted, that was in the mind of a child but still. I mean, I don't want kids anyway so I'm not worried about it. But the idea of sex just weirds me out. And the while "if I don't have sex for a day I'll go crazy." What? That makes not fucking sense.

Now, I'm not saying I don't love accents. Because good lord I do. But how? How does speaking another language make you speak another differently? And why did the new Americas decide to speak this way after leaving? And how do people have different ways of speaking when living so close? It baffles me. How do we all not have the same accent? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

The Drunk and Disorderly Fairy

Based after my brother.

Mmm Welp

The AIM thing was not a success
However, I have recently rejoined Twitter.

If you think I'd have interesting things to say, go ahead and check that out.
@wermhatswormhat

So Does Anyone Remember AIM?

My lord, as a kid I used to be on there everyday.
Well I'm bringing this shit back! Maybe...I hope.
This is going to be as successful and Randall bringing back Porch Monkey.

Anyway, here's my screen name: butitisagoodpie

10 points to whoever gets the reference.

A List of Things I Hate 2.0

1. Driving

2. Denethor from The Lord of the Rings

3. Zachariah from Supernatural

4. Black Veil Brides and their fans

5. The Six Flags ride Mr. Freeze

6. Scarecrows

7. Facebook

8. Zombies

I do other things than blog useless things

I also do photography uselessly!

And here it is!

How I Am When I'm Sickly

A List of Things I Hate

Seatbelts

 My non-stretching ears

Stores not having any clothes/things I want/need

My cat in the morning

Nickelback

Slow computers

My body

That goddamn Maroon 5 song

Children

No I'm not stepping on that baby.

Not staring at Jensen Ackles

Espresso in classo

Today I thought it'd be a good idea to bring a double shot of espresso to class today.
It was not.

This is how I looked:

This is how I felt:

I regret nothing.

My time with Danny Worsnop

About a year ago I had the opportunity to hang out with the lead dude in one of my top 5 favourite bands. So obviously without thinking I accepted the challenge of driving about 10 hours in two day. I'd have to say it was worth it, though.

The drive there I was pumped. I got a road trip, time with some friends, and I got to chill with a British man all in one go. I probably didn't really have the money to spare but I didn't care. Everything was going so well.

We arrived at the studio/house and my friend texted him that we were there. I still couldn't really believe this was going on. I just expected we were in some random guys driveway. But from videos from various bands that have recorded there I knew that wasn't true. My brain just didn't know what to think.

And then the moment came. After waiting maybe 10 minutes with every passing moment making my hopes die and my anxiety go up a little more, he came out. Let me say here that I am not one of those fangirls that only listens to bands because the guys in them are hot. Nor do I gush over them or screams and cry when I meet them. I've met plenty of people in my short years of going to shows. But I've also never gotten to hang out with them either. So I kept calm pretty well the time I spent with him I think.

So there he was in all his glory, coming out to my car. To sit in my back seat. THIS back seat:

Anyway, he got in the car and we decided to grab something to eat. The only place close enough was a diner so we set off in that direction. I asked what everyone wanted to listen to and Danny speaks up with, "I've got something to share if anyone wants to listen." And of course we obliged.

We listened to about three songs that were going to be on the new album. I also informed him about MikeyWhiskeyHands knowing that he was friends with Pierce the Veil. He had never heard about it, so I gave him a listen. He then told us if he got drunk enough later he'd call Mike up to let him know his thoughts on it. Then we got to the diner and ate, chatted, he asked some hicks for a cigarette, all good fun.

After we ate we needed to find some liquor. Because how can you hang out with Danny Worsnop and not have some sort of alcoholic beverage on hand? He directed us to a bar not too far away and we waited in the parking lot while he went in. It took him probably around 20 minutes which he explained was because people just kept giving him shots.

We then went to get some Monsters as chasers and drove to a nearby Super 8 to consume what we had bought. Due to complications in payment, let it be known that Danny Worsnop of Asking Alexandria does owe me $15. Will I ever see this money? Most likely not. But it's a nice story about how I lost a shit load of money in just two days. We got to our room and got settled in and started chatting and drinking.

 We talked about Russell Brand, drugs, tours, bands and the like. He commended me on my choice of rum, which I'll enjoy for the rest of my life. That being said I drank a good amount of rum to be tired, so passing out happened. The check out time was 11 AM. So guess who totally did not wake up? If you guessed all of us, you win the grand prize.

We all hurried to get our shit together. I got to see Danny in boxer briefs, he answered the phone yelling we were getting out, I still had alcohol in my tummy, it was intense for no good reason. I'm pretty sure when checking out, one is supposed to walk into the office and sign some shit, but this is how we did it:

So we hit the ole dusty trail and went to the studio.When we got there Danny ordered a pizza, shared none of it, and we got to meet his friend that came along with them. I can't remember his name or really what he looked like but he was fantastic. And we got to meet the producer dude that lives there, he was cool. And then Danny started played Splinter Cell and all sorts of shenanigans went on. The move Thunder Scoop was invented, we compared the game to The Santa Clause, and talked about how the main character was a man's man. "He gets five o'clock shadow at five o'clock."

And then magically out of nowhere, Ben decided to come out of hiding and start recording some guitar in his boxers and tank. I waved and he looked extremely confused, but all the while attractive as always.

But then we had to leave a bit early because Danny had been coughing the whole time we were there and he was feeling ill. And then I had to drive a lot more and I hated every minute of it and wanted to die.