I got a review?

Granted, the review was from a (the only) follower of mine, but t'was a nice gesture indeed.
This anonymous blogger thanks yee kindly, Alicia.
This was not my intention, however, to be an anonymous blogger, so perhaps I shall share a bit of information about myself.
Unfortunately, the only relevant thing I can think of to say is, "Hi, my name's Marissa, and I enjoy writing.", which really isn't anything new.
I mean, you can find that information on my Profile, as well as a lovely picture of my thumb dressed up as a smiling cyclops-type thing. What more could you want?
All my personal information, you say?
No-no, Mr. Spam E-mail. I don't care if I've miraculously won the UK national lottery, and all I need to do is enter in my social security, date of birth, and credit card number. I was told to keep that information secret.
Besides, I'm an American citizen, and it makes little sense for me to have won the UK lottery.
Anyhow.
Perhaps I should just make a list of things that I enjoy...
Voyons...
Writing, reading, learning languages, watching movies, finding interesting music, talking to the Internet (not people on the Internet, mind you. Just the Internet.), having unhealthy obsessions with fictional characters, quoting various things, playing the bass, doodlin' stuff, making peculiar clay creations, baking things (burning things, rather.), and sleeping.
Those are in no particular order, mind you.
If I had to organize them from most-liked to least, sleeping would be much closer to the top of said list.
Anyway, one believes that one has shared enough personal information about oneself, so one shall bid you adieu.
Adieu, mes chous.

Sweet merciful crap!

I got a 97 on that Crucible essay!
Which is hard to believe, considering I only changed 2 sentences from the rough draft, on which I got a 91, but I am not one to argue with my english teacher's grading habits, especially not when they turn out well for a change.
So, now that that's all said and done, I can finally write something that isn't about my irony essay.
Or, rather, I would if I were remotely creative with my writing, but, alas, I am not.
All those years of sitting in front of the television whilst drinking beverages laced with articficial sugar and trace amounts of bug feces have rotted the creative, as well as most of the analytical, portions of my brain.
Which is indeed quite depressing.
However, I will continue to write despite my festering imagination because I've nothing better do to.
So. Lovely weather we're having lately, eh, Blog?
Oh. You wouldn't know? You say you live on the Internet?
Well, surely it's nice on the Internet as well...
No? You say that at night, when the spam blocker goes to sleep, you are incessantly tormented by pop-ups advertising natural male enhancement pills and mail-order brides from Russia?
Well, that's simply depressing, Blog. So depressing that I shall stop typing and maybe go outside for a change.
I bid you adieu for this evening, sweet Blog and Follower.
Au revoir.

Further procrastination.

Blargh.
Don't you hate it when you find out a band has free downloads for their music on their website after you already went ahead and bought the album on iTunes?
Why bother putting it up for sale if you've got free downloads?
Solely for the purpose of irritating those who were too stupid to Google the band before purchasing the songs?
That must be it.
Music is out to get me.
It's the only logical explaination.
...Anyhow, on a non-paranoid note, I've still yet to finish that irony essay.
Rather, I've yet to finish the final draft. (Miraculously,) I managed to get an A- on the rough draft, so I only need to tweak the intro a mite.
Can't seem to get motivated enough to do that, though.
Which is fine with me.
I write my best work at 3 o'clock in the morning anyway.
So, I shall bid you adieu for this evening, my sweet but imaginary blog readers.
Adios.

Procrastination.

So, I am currently putting off doing my irony essay at the moment.
I've been doing pretty much everything but.
It's a bit like that old Spongebob episode.
"Spongebob: I can't write my essay knowing there's a mess in the kitchen, Gary!"
"Gary: ...Meow."
Except I don't have a snail named Gary, so I made do with my cat, Peng-Peng. Also I wouldn't be caught dead voluntarily cleaning, because that'd just be silly. If I were dead, I wouldn't be cleaning anything. I'd just be, y'know, decomposing.
Anyhow, it went a bit like this.
"Me: I can't write an essay knowing there's ingredients to make myself a sandwich in the kitchen, Peng-Peng!"
"Peng-Peng: ...Meow."
I don't know why I didn't start that stupid essay earlier. I don't even know why I'm not doing it now. I mean, it's already 6 o'clock. And I've not even started the thing.
I suppose it's just stupidity on my part.
Sigh.
All right. I'm off to attempt to write that essay. And make myself a sandwich.
I bid you adieu, sweet blog reader.

Hmm.

So, I find myself drawing more and more lately.
I've even signed up for art next year rather than taking creative writing course.
Which is bound to confuse any college that decides to interview me when I tell them I want to be an English major.
...Here's how I'd imagine that scenario might go.
College Interviewer:"So, you want to major in English, eh?"
Me:"Uh. Yes."
CI:"Yet you have a C-average in English."
Me:"Uh. Yes?"
CI:"And no creative writing, or literature appreciation classes?"
Me:"Uh. No?"
CI:"You also speak completely ineloquently. Can you even start a sentence without an 'uh?'"
Me:"...Duh?"
..Yeah.
I do want to be an English major, though. I just can't seem to find the motivation to write anything anymore.
Which is why I'm trying to write more regularly here. Get the creative juices flowing, so to speak.
Which sounds unpleasant.
However, I assure you, the result of the creative juices flowing will not be brain-goo squirting all over the place and ruining the new carpeting; nay, the result will hopefully be my brain thinking up new, interesting, perhaps even mildly witty things to write about, thus ensuring a good college interview that won't end up like the one I envisioned.
That was an impressive run-on. I should probably attempt to fix my grammar as well.
...Later, though.
The Simpsons are on now , and re-run or not, it's still more appealing than spending a half-hour trying to correct all the grammatical errors in this entry.

Alors, adieu, mon petits chous.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow, etc., etc., more Shakespeare quotes.

Oh. It's you.

Well.
Hello, blog.
It's been awhile.
Did you cut your hair? Maybe lose weight? You seem a bit slimmer.
I digress.
I'm really here to talk about... well, the lack of communication between you and me, Blog.
I know, I know, I promised I'd post.
I don't know why I haven't. Things have just been so hectic, what with the waking up in the morning, and the going back to sleep at night. I honestly have not been able to find the time to post a new entry on you, Blog. I've got school until 2:30, and I need at least 6 hours of doing nothing after that.
It's tough on you, I know, but we all need to make sacrifices.
I only got in 5 hours of doing nothing today to post on you! I'd say I've suffered enough, wouldn't you?
Okay, I'm glad you agree with me.
I'll talk to ya later.
Oh, what?
Yeah, sure, I love you too.
Buh-bye.

Watch your step as you enter the gangway...

Goooood afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
This is your Blog Captain speaking.
Our Blog time of departure is... 4:36, Wednesday October 22, and our time of arrival will be approximately.... oh, merde, I don't know.
How long do blogs typically last? Long time, right?
Well, it'll be a long ride, then, folks. I suggest you make yourselves comfortable, maybe grab a soda from the cart that the flight attendants are pushing down the aisle as we speak. Please do not literally "grab" a soda, though, as they're 3 bucks a pop. Expensive, yes, but it's not like there's any OTHER drinks available onboard. Eventually, the thirst will get to you, and you'll shell out 3 dollars for a modest plastic cup of soda, so that's that.
Anyhow.
I expect we'll be experiencing some minor Blog turbulence, as I have no idea what I'm going to write about. Nothing interesting, I'd say. Your Blog Captain doesn't have a particularly interesting life, except for the odd occasion when the toaster catches fire, but that's a rare occurance, and you really can't write about that more than... oh, 3 times or so.
So, you all shall have to bear with me.
I hope it will be a relatively pleasant flight, and that you will fly Air Blog again sometime soon!
Enjoy your expensive soda! Ha!
Captain logging off.