Post About Blood by a Girl with Vampire Teeth. Let's All Laugh Together

I like random facts. That's just the way it is. That's probably why when I blog you can get anything ranging from my inordinate love of Star Wars to Heidi Klum's Workout to Hollywood's Hall of Creepers (which, ps, it's totally that time of year again. God bless the rain for keeping them inside).
The proof is in the pudding. So to speak.
All this to say, I got a book from the library. Not because I'm a super health nut or against practiced medicinein any way, but simply because I like facts. It's a fact. I like facts. Facts facts facts.
(I'm saying that like Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes. I just went to find a link to the comic I'm talking about and holy cow. There's a site just for the comic I want. Don't Knock My Smock or I'll Clean You're Clock. Seriously. )

So in the pursuit of (sometimes) useless knowledge...presenting... (dun dun dundun duh dun duh dah!!!):
4 Blood Types, 4 Diets. Eat Right for Your Type: The Individualized Diet Solution to Staying Healthy, Living Longer and Achieving Your Ideal Weight by Dr. Peter J. D'Adamo with Catherine Whitney
I'm assuming they had a real crack book jacket writer and had to include a summary of the book as part of the title. That really can be the only acceptable reason for having a title that long.

Simply put, different blood types require different diets. Not like "lose weight" diet. But "eating properly" diet. For me--type A--it seems fairly accurate. I'm what you could call dainty. Or a weak gazelle if you're out in the wild. It seems to make sense thus far. If animals range from carnivores to herbivores to whatever you call an animal that eats plants and little bugs (e.g. Timon and Pumbaa) why shouldn't people? Yes, this is a faulty argument, but what are you going to do? Kill the poor sick gazelle? How dare you.

Enough blithleblathling.
Here's the site
I recommend the book, however. It actually explains the science behind it, rather than being some bizarre alternative medicine with no scientific proof to back it up. I'm going to try it. See how I feel. If I grow a couple extra legs or antlers or anything I'll be sure to let you know.

SuperNerd Has the Shining

The other day at school it was raining really hard and I had 2 hours to kill between classes so I went to the library trying to find something to read, being the SuperNerd that I am. (More about my SuperNerdiness later).

After wandering around for awhile in the fiction section, I wound up amongst the "K" authors. I have a feeling this is due to my subconscious narcissism surrounding the letter that begins my name. Anyway, I saw Stephen King's massive collection (please keep puns to yourself) but ignored it for the simple fact that I'm a big chicken. I meandered around a little bit longer but kept being drawn magnetically back to that same section. Aside from the fact that I felt like I was part of one of his novels (maybe the books come to life and kill the Crazy Cat Ladies in the stacks after first seducing them a la Christine?), I bolstered all my bravery and finally chose The Shining.

Now, I'd heard all about The Shining before, which really is probably the only reason I chose it. My family even went to The Stanley Hotel in Colorado on a road trip back when I was younger and saw the infamous Room #217. Oh and by the way, I had a Stanley Hotel t-shirt, which I want back. I'm sure I've outgrown it by now, but I think I could at least squeeze my torso into it with my arms clamped to my sides.

Before my dad went crazy and tried to kill us.

After he tried to kill us by throwing us over the banister.
(And after looking at these, I'm pretty sure my sister was in on the whole thing. Look at her evil little expression in the first one and then her giggling and trying to choke my mom in the 2nd one. The horror.)

Plus, my sister and I began to channel the hallway twins.

So I was figuring "If I know everything that's going to happen, I can't get too freaked out, right?"
Wrong.
I completely skipped reading the Room #217 scene.
I'm only halfway through and I'm speed-reading everything in hopes that I won't accidentally read something that will scare me (like how I've been these last few months whenever I see the word "LOST" anywhere, since I've yet to start the last season).

So that's where I am on that. I'll keep you updated. I'm sure I'll be up in the middle of the night wide-awake needing something to do to keep my mind off of naked bath tub lady.

On to SuperNerd 101 (i.e. how to be as lame as me).

1. Take a Graphic Novel class
2. Freak out when you can't find a Star Wars swimsuit online. (Stupid misogynistic genre...all that was out there was Leia's bikini flappy thing from "Return of the Jedi").
3. Watch the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, extended versions. (And if you're smart, hate on Frodo for being incredibly whiny. Then argue about all the movies' subtleties weeks after you watch them).
4. Get hit on by guys only when you wear your glasses.
5. Spend too much time looking for the Mudflap Girl reading a book bumper sticker.

I'm sure I'll add to this list later. You really can't confine SuperNerdiness to just 5 simple points. It's a lifestyle that takes commitment.

DT: May the Lithp Be With You

You might as well know now that I cried the first time I saw Han Solo get frozen.

Found at: - FilesTube

I don't know when I became "List Girl," (not to be confused with "Lithp Girl") but, well, that's who I've become.
Seriously though, how could I pass up the opportunity to educate the masses about Star Wars? (Like when I mention the Trilogy and some ign'ant person asks "Which one" and I'm forced to respond with, "Watch your mouth kid, or you’ll find yourself floating home.")
It's a simple fact that Star Wars quotes are appropriate for all occasions, in all situations, and by all people (and Jawas).

Statement: "Where are we and who the heck are you?"
Response: "Mos Eisley spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy."

Statement: "Look at this awesome Snuggie I bought you!"
Response: "Into the garbage chute, flyboy!"

Statement: "I just bought the DVD set of 'Cop Rock'!"
Response: "I’ve got a very bad feeling about this."

Statement: "Mom! I got a gold star in finger painting!"
Response: "Great, Kid. Don't get cocky."

Statement: "Your car is a piece of crap. It doesn't even have a grill."
Response: "You’ve never heard of the Millennium Falcon? It’s the ship that made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs."

Statement: "What's that Buffy's cooking?"
Response: "Who's scruffy looking?"

Statement: "Swimming with sharks in a meat suit sounds like kind of a bad idea."
Response: "I find your lack of faith disturbing."

Statement: "Get your lazy butt off the couch and go find a job."
Response: "But I was going into Tosche Station to pick up some power converters!"

Statement: (Insert absolutely anything here)
Response: "...I know."

Click here, you must
(If you don't get a chance to watch the movies today.)

[New Addition]
Dana:
4:13 PM: todays starways day. may the 4th b with you ! (I assumed she meant Star Wars)

Kelly:
4:22 PM: Dana. Did you seriously not know that.

Dana:
4:22 PM: Nope. Shut up

Yes, we love each other, even though she may not have caught onto Star Wars Day despite the fact that she read my blog and I told her I was watching the entire Trilogy today.
So. She made this for all you bean poles that may also not have known: