Why Smoke? You've Got Pocky.

As a friend of mine said, "The Japanese are awesome, but most of all for making Pocky sticks." Some crackery substance, chocolate, and oftentimes some other delicacy are frrrooomshed together to create the mass-produced genius that is the Pocky stick. As brittle little victuals, they can be broken into any size for consumption, and come in Small, Huge and (as shown up top) "Men's." Hmm. I eventually figured out that Men must be the genius who invented and patented Pocky, but at first glance the word seemed to have a different meaning.
I've also recently discovered that for the free-thinking of this day and age, eating a Pocky stick is only the least you can do with them. And please, take that in the least perverted way.
Here are a few examples:
1. Sword fight! If this classic sport had always been done with Pocky sticks and not foils, we would have abandoned war by now.
2. Play imaginary drums! This usually takes TWO Pocky sticks, but unless you're a loser you've bought the package.
3. Break one in half, stick the halves in your mouth--and goo-goo-g’joob, you're a walrus!
4. Pretend to smoke (this is best in winter when you can blow out a cloud of air and it looks like fumes).
5. Clean your ear... but why waste such a good cookie?
6. Bribe your friends into joining you in a plan to take over the world. Trust me on this--one Pocky and they're yours. All yours.
TFATF!!!!
-Ahaneen

Audition

Wooowooowooo!! I have no worries...

Honestly, I don't. My life is awesome. Overlooking the fact that I am crossed in love, because love in its turn overlooks me, I have no worries.
Things that contribute to my happiness:
1. my homework is all done.
2. I have just figured out after months of searching and crappy applications where I am going to high school, and it ROCKS! I am soo psyched to go.
3. I have done my audition for the Children's Theatre at last! woohoo! I don't have to worry about anything else until the end of april, at which point if I haven't gotten a callback I'll feel like a failure at life. uggh. Still, it's over, and considering that I only practiced for like 3 days I think it was good.
4. I have a new favorite phrase: "there are some who call me... tim." Said by that guy up there in the photo, from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I love Tim the Enchanter, yeah!
5. I have recently seen Jon Anderson (the singer from the band Yes) in concert. I was twelve feet away from the guy!! Musical genius!!!!! I am in love with him.
6. Life has no meaning and there is no God and I am worthless. Oh wait, that's not happy...I was just kidding there.
7. After being stalked via email for weeks by Angus, the weirdest guy in the universe who for some reason sent me pictures of his family friends, I stopped replying even in short form to his emails (which I should have done long ago) and have gotten nothing from him since. YEAH!!!!
8. I have just completed my daily "laughing at Christopher Paolini because he is a hack" session. God rest Christopher Paolini's creativity, for it died long ago, leaving his writing skills alone and desperate.

I feel that I have totally earned this happiness! I have been a slave to Angst for far too long this year, and though I am no fool and know that more grief is yet to come, I can always turn to laughing at Christopher Paolini because he is a hack.
TFATF!!!!!
-Ahaneen