IBAAW

... is probably what people are beginning to say about me. It's true too. Giving me two months off before starting work = bad move on the parental front! Because, seriously, I am becoming more of a dork than I was before Katimavik. During Katimavik, we often broke our computer. And even when we had one, I just checked my email, typed out a quick blog, checked facebook, and was finished in about 10 minutes! But, ever since I got home... well, here it is in list form (because I love lists).

• I've re-done my blog 3 times. This latest layout is even less "AAAGGGHHH CRAZY ASHERZ!!!1!!1" as is my normal jumble of net shenanigans and more "professional looking," and "neat." I'm not even blending anymore! I did blends for 5 years! And now, I'm back, and actually semi-acting like a level-minded web mistress. My coding is still crap, but I'm working on it!
• I spent so much freakin' time on Snark, it's insane. Back when I was on Toxic Passion, I posted a lot, but not as much as others. It took me a few months to make it to 200 posts. But on Snark, even though my post count isn't as high as others, I've still managed to reach 200 in three weeks!
  
• I've started using odd lingo, like adding a Z to the end of Internet, to make it the ever so popular Internetz, snarky expression. I use this smiley, on occasion -> :3 <-
• I spend time finding sites with LOLCATS on them. I used to see them because Gwobert had them on his Google page, but now I actually GO LOOKING for them, just to have a nice giggle.
• I talk to my own cats and dog... while they are ASLEEP. Because even they are bored of my dork ways!

Oh my goodness, there are so many others, but I have to go get ready to go out for my mom's "girls night out," thing. I'm wearing a deliciously skanky outfit. Maybe I'll take a picture, if you're lucky. :3 ---- See?!? I just did THAT smiley!

What kinds of dorky things to you guys do?

Also, I'm going to my drama teacher's son's funeral on Sunday morning, which is bound to be heartbreaking. *Siggghhh.* A bunch of people want to go to the viewing tomorrow night as well, but that's just way too creepy for me. I'd rather just go to the memorial.

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