Random Facts of Essentialness You May Possibly at Some Point Desire/Need to Know, But Probably Not

As you may have noticed, I changed the below-heading-thingy on this blog.
"I'd rather forget and not slow down, than gather regret for the things I can't change now." That's a quote from one of my favorite songs in the whole world. Actually, Forget and Not Slow Down (Relient K) was my favorite song a few days ago… Currently it's Terminals, but it changes literally every day, and it's still one of the awesomest songs.
I'm thinking I'll change the heading thing to various things every now and then.
I also changed the background as you'll notice… and favorite music on my profile because it's changed since I wrote that in November.


These following are facts you need to know. Really. It could mean the difference between life and death (possibly, in some alternate universe of epykness, maybe):
(They are restricted to things learned/experienced today.)

Brownies with icing on them are unbearably, head-achingly, overwhelming sweet.
(Although apparently only I perceived this problem >.>)
At least the ones my sister and I made were very so… though they were fun to make. With green icing, which I insisted on making lemon-flavored (HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY IRISH FTW!!) Electric mixers hate me for some reason. ^-^

Apparently if you add O' or Mc to your last name you automatically become Irish.
We did that at our church youth group party today.

Also, up until the 1920's, if two people walked towards each other in Teltown, Ireland, on St. Brigid's day, that made them legally married.

The good thing about taking care of your neighbours' pets is that if you have to wake up early on Saturday after going to bed really late the night before, at least you don't have to do anything other than putting your hair in a ponytail and putting on a jacket over a pajama shirt and sweatpants to go to their house. Though shoes are advisable.

Have you ever not been really paying attention during swim practice, and pushed off the wall at the same time a guy in your group was coming to the wall? So then you were going to swim underneath him but he grabs the very top of your leg and pushes you to the side of the pool… You probably are aware of this, but if you aren't, it's awkward. Very, extremely awkward. And awkward. Very.

Also, does anyone have any idea how to get nail polish out of a sweater?
Okay sorry, that was a question, not a Today Random Fact of Essentialness.

G'day dear reader, and have a pleasant week. Especially if you're on spring break. But if you're not, that doesn't mean I'm requiring you to have a terrible week unnecessarily.
~Shadoe Dystopya

Names, Mr. Smith, and her newfound love of Justin Bieber…

I was going to write this last night. But then I decided to stay up past midnight playing Puzzle Quest instead. I suppose that means my priorities are rather skewed. However, I’m admittedly somewhat obsessed with that game… *heh, decides not to go into that* (and I was really tired… possibly causing one to wonder then why I didn't go to bed… :P)

My uncle and aunt and cousins recently left from visiting us. ^-^

For the small possibility that you’re unaware: Five kids sharing a room means epikness. It also means lack of sleep, especially if you happen to be the oldest. If two kids who flail around and repeatedly roll on top of you in their sleep, a little boy who snores. very. loudly, a 3-year-old girl who can’t stop talking, and you, are sharing the same floor mattress (why? I dunno. we just felt like it. xp)Well, let’s just say it’s practically a miracle if you get any sleep at all. Still awesomeness. Besides, getting no sleep at all means that people won’t make you feel so guilty about not getting up for a 5 am swim practice.

Life is all about trade-offs. :3

The 3-year-old girl who can’t stop talking is Mr. Smith. Is that her real name? No, that would be cruel. But she has been Mr. Smith (to me) for almost two years now. Two years ago she insisted on always calling me by my sister’s name… So I said she’s Mr. Smith. She likes the name, so, it stays. :D

Currently, I’m Spongebob, apparently… Not quite sure why. Or simply ‘The Clock’. Or very occasionally, my real name except with a ‘b’ replacing the first letter. Alas. XD

(The original Mr. Smith, by the way, in a greatly condensed description, is a Xylok/supercomputer, found by Sarah Jane Smith and used to protect earth. Mr. Smith has a Purpose, although he lacks a first name. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you are greatly deprived and may suffer severe complications later in life due to lack of Who-ness. I strongly suggest that you immediately find some method of remedying this.)

Thanks to her visit to our house, Mr. Smith (the girl, not the Xylok― and yes I realize that just sounded weird and cliché) now adores Justin Bieber. So does her sports-obsessed older brother. So does her mom. All this due to the influence of my sister, who loves Justin Bieber. As does my brother (for the same reason).

Justin Bieber certainly has some sort of mysterious power. That I am either immune to, or simply utterly incapable of understanding. o_0

Mr. Smith is sooo awesome and cute though. Her favorite song is Dynamite by Tiao Cruz (‘cause it’s her brother’s favorite).

Or it was. Actually, it probably still is, but she has succeeded in admitting otherwise. My sister (gaa, I seriously need to decide some names to use for these people so I’m not constantly referring to them on here as like ‘my sister’ and ‘brother’… I’ll think about that) decided that it was her mission to make sure that Justin was Mr. Smith’s favorite singer by the time her family left. ^-^ Given that she’s such a sweet, bubbly kid and loves to make people grin or react in any way she can, that was a rather easy mission.

My sister: [Insert Mr. Smith’s real name here], your favorite singer is Justin Bieber, right?

Mr. Smith: No it’s Dynamite!

My sister: But it’s Justin Bieber, okay? Justin Bieber! Who’s your favorite singer?

Mr Smith: Justin Bieber! (she pronounces it ‘beaver’… :D)

My sister: Yes!! Who sings Baby, Mr. Smith?

Mr. Smith: Justin Bieber!!!!

I filmed some of the later, less ‘perfect’ exchanges… (gah, I so want to post the videos, ‘cause they’re awesome, but I probably shouldn’t…)

My sister: Who sings Baby, Mr Smith!?

Mr. Smith: Justin Bieber!!

My sister (okay, she’s Tracy from now on): Who’s your favorite singer, Mr. Smith!?

Mr. Smith: *throws fist in the air* Barney!!

Tracy: Who’s your real favorite singer?

Mr. Smith: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh… My dad!! *throws fist in the air again*

***

Tracy: Mr. Smith, who sings Baby?

Mr. Smith’s brother (as of now known as Gabriel): *starts singing Baby*

Mr Smith: *grins and points at Gabriel’s head*

Tracy: Who sings Baby?

Mr. Smith: *points at Gabriel*

Tracy: Who REALLY sings Baby!?

Mr. Smith: *points at Gabriel*

Tracy: Who sings Baby?

Mr. Smith: Gabriel!!!

Tracy: Noooooooo!!

Mr. Smith: *starts giggling hysterically*

My brother (Nivi): *tackles Gabriel to the ground in an attempt to get him to stop singing* *it doesn’t work*

Tracy: Who, who sings Baby who’s not Gabriel?

Mr Smith: *pauses a couple seconds, then points at Tracy*

Tracy: Uhhh… Who’s not me either.

Me (yeah, the cameraman couldn’t resist joining :p): Who sings Baby whose name begins with J!?

Tracy: Agh.

Mr. Smith: Umm… I dunno. *grins*

Me: Justin…

Mr Smith: Justin…

Tracy: Uhhhuuhhhhhh… *starts hitting her leg in frustration* Cut. Cut. Cut!!

XD

You get the point. :DD Kids are so epik…

I may at some point choose to change Tracy’s and Gabriel’s names.

Nivi is Nivi though, because that’s his nickname from me a most of the time anyway, and it’s not actually easily derived from his first name.

Good day, fair blog readers!! If anyone reads this!!

~Shadoe Dystopya