IT'S...not Christmas, is it?

Ok, I know I'm techinically 1...2...3...4...5...6 days late. But this way, I can wish you all a happy New Year and also perhaps wish myself a Happy Birthday!
I would normally be all excited, but this year I am turning into something I would rather not...A TEENAGER. Sad, yes, I know. But my age is one of those things I can't control, and if I told you I was growing backwards and had just turned 19, you probably wouldn't have believed me. So I won't.
SMELLY SOCKS (I really should consider giving that a different name.)
An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves
--
Bill Vaughn
I also love this one by the same person, so in honor of the new year,
SMELLY SOCKS...Second Edition
We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.
--
Bill Vaughn

Two weeks since I last posted

Two whole weeks, huh? Suddenly, that doesn't seem like two much time. Anywho, getting to the point, I have been told that I ramble too much. Ramble too much. Can you believe it? It's almost like...I don't know, telling a monster that he isn't scary! What I mean is that I most definetely do NOT ramble. I do not ramble. I do not ramble. I DO NOT RAMBLE!
5 minutes later...
I just read that and learned the horrific truth. I DO ramble. OK, I'm sorry, blah, blah, blah, you know the formalities. Okay, so coming to my actual reson for posting. Accents.
I love the british accent. It's so formal, even when it's casual. I do not mean to offend any Brits (is that the right word?) by saying that, though. My accent, on the other hand, is a mix of what I think are weird and cool at te same thing.
So is a post this long considered a proper post?
SMELLY SOCKS
If  you have an open mind is there a chance your brain might fall out?

Well...mostly this and that

Okay, so I haven't posted for a long time, what with my exams and all. So what? I'm here now, and as endless numbers of people have told me, The past is history, the future is a mystery, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present. That last part is actually quite funny if you think about it. But seriously. I love how you can use all those boring-quotations-that-your-grandmother-lectures-you-about as a reply to something. Which brings me... or doesn't bring me to...
Ta da!
         Dedications!

I don't get why people dedicate books to dead people. I mean, if the person isn't even gonna read it, what's the use? Anyway, if I had to dedicate my blog to someone, it would be...

I admire you, Mr. Orange! What's your first name? Do you even have one?

Currently I am writing a story about a very normal girl and her very normal life. I do not think I have read any books about actual normal people. And no, I am not being sarcastic.
I do not like being sarcastic.
At all.
SMELLY SOCKS
When someone says "You know what they say..." Who are they?