Permanent Nicknames

I have many nicknames. To list even all of them would be a tidious task. And yet here are but a few.

Frostie, Wattson, Dr. Grey I. Wattson, Ze, The Mint Chutney, Maud, Maudlal, Sunny, Sunny Bro, 003, Bee to the Live, Beelive Buddy, Bashir Sahab, and many others besides.

And yet I realize now, that if I do move back to Chicago, a vast majority of these nicknames will be lost to me, since the people I will then interact with in my daily life won’t be calling me by them anymore. Stuff that have to do with my actual name might still be there, but other things like the Bee to the Live, or Maud won’t and those will only be used if I explain the jokes behind them to my new friends. So, I will be loosing a small part of me…But to me, it’s a BIG part of me.

I can only hope that my weirdness shall be accepted by at least a few, and some nick names will be sustained. Like my middle name being Irish. Like my nicknames Wattson, and Frostie. If those things are sustained, I’ll be fine.

And pshaw, it’s not like you can’t call me The Mint Chutney. I’m a super hero for crying out loud. It ain’t a nick name. It’s an identity.

And with that, I poof. I feel better about it. Even if no one is calling me Maud, or Ze, or Sunny Bro, I always will be. It’s on the inside, in my heart. Like my Beelive rings are when I’m too lazy to put them on =P Beelive!

Cuz all I got to do is beliiieeve in me, Pokemon!! (Pokemon Master Quest Theme Song)

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Frostie
the cool as hell magical snowman that inspires not one, but all.

[I also changed my fb alternate name from Wattson to Frostie for the moment. Not sure if it’s a permanent change, or change just for the heck of it. I just want to be recognized as Frostie more. Since I am. And what with this Olaf thing going around too…I’m the first magical snowman, got it?!]

What if One Googles Irish…?

So i was hit with this memory of seeing this one 9gag post where a dude had googled ‘the most british picture on the internet’, hit images, and saw the first picture that caused the post to be born. It was Mr. Bean, riding a horse, on a black Sedan-like Mercedez Benez and the Big Ben in the background with the queen waving in a corner, the union jack everywhere, that epic Royal Guard with their red uniform and black furry skyscrapper hats…and other stuff i cant recall =P

SO i wanted to google something like that too =) but German was pretty expectable, with those bartenderish chicks with huge boobs in green plaid dresses and braided up hair and white lace. Holding alotta beer, in those huuuge, tall and glass mugs. And then id already seen the american one- i shall now proceed to find it since it was REALLY hilarious. both, actually. if i do find them, i shall post them in here too. hang on. lemmeh get mah google on ^_^

WO-o-ooW. I just googled ‘the most american picture ever’ and there are just too many good ones!! So ive put some of the best ones. Yay =3

Now, this was the first one, and i think its pretty epic. who wouldnt?

bad george washington, trying to copy natsumi and shit

^Badass Washington. Copying Natsumi and shit (Luka) (from Alice Academy.)

Now the rest are just too cool to be ignored. Like Honest Abe here in the top left corner, on a bear…

come at me, bro! said Honest Abe

'Merica Since

^The eagles got lazer eyes…different colored lazer eyes O.o and theres Captain America, very nice, oh, look! Wooven bacon. now that IS american =P

Dat Hamburger

^Two words. Dat Hamburger. *Ham Burger. *three words. he he he, woops =P

Now, fair warning, the next ones explicit with some chicks in bikinis. avert your eyes now if you mind or find it indecent or whatever. scroll fast, fast! Theres still the British photos i gotta post with the Doctor and the Queen…

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^Is Lady Liberty brandishing a lightsaber? Wickeeeeeed.

And, aplty enough with the wicked (Ron Weasleyyy~!), onwards to Great Britain!

The most british thing everrr!

^And here she is, the most British picture. Its got The Doctor, Her Majesty in a photoshopped jearesy, what i assume to be an incomplete Union Jack on her face, and the Royal Guard, course. And atleast one pair of monocles. And a Cocker Spaniel, i think? well, whatever, dat dog. and tea. mhmm. clear pass. its also got Sherlock so alls right in the universe ❤

now just for one other coolio Brit pic i found. And this ones got Harry Potter, Mary Poppins, and even 007, my senior partner in beating up crime. atleast, when im 003.

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And nooow, finallyy, to move on to the POINT of this post in the first place. What came up when i googled ‘the most Irish picture ever on the internet?’ THIS.

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^ZE CATS IN AN IRISHY GREEN LEPRECHAUN HAT!! and theres another kitteh tooo! ❤ aaaaand lookie at all that green, and THEM SHAMLOCKS everywhere! im in love with this pictuuuure. D’aaaw =)

[Perfectly, its got snowflakes on the table cloth too <333]

-Frosty
the cool as hell snowman that inspires everyone and anyone

The Question to Life, the Universe and Everything Else

Everyone philosophical and thoughtful has pondered the meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything Else at atleast one point in their lives. Be it in the shower, just before drifting off to sleep, in their Physics/Math class…either way, it happens.

But i ask you, as the author to Hitchhiker’s Douglas Adams brought up to me, what exactly is the question as to you are finding the answer?

If there is no question that you are answering…what good is an answer to that? Even if the answer is BRILLIANT and makes total sense, it becomes like Math. You get it wonderfully for about five seconds before it stops making sense anymore. It confuses you. But no matter what kind of simple and making sense kind of answer you give or think up, it WONT make sense if it doesnt answer a question.

Afterall, an answer is made an answer only if it answers a question. So without a question, it is nothing. :O

so…whats the QUESTION to Life, the Universe, and Everything Else?

That’s what you should be thinking in your next shower. Good luck there. And if you come up with an answer (joke or not, serious or not, simple or complex) do let me know. id like to see what anyone’s guess on such a deep topic would be. We could even debate it through if i disagree, and who knows, you might convince me as to it being the real question of all time.

So let’s think up some intelligent questions before we get ahead of ourselves and start trying to make up answers to questions that havent even been asked yet. Lets not get overeffecient, now shall we?

Perscribed,
-Dr. Grey I. Wattson
The I is for Irish

 

Ze OneYear Mark~

Sooo apparently i was notified by WordPress itself that today my blog/wall i talk to/journal for future me to read is one year old! and hence has reached Ze One Year Mark! ^_^ Huzzaah~!

Sooo i dont know what im supposed to be doing here…something about how great its been, how i love my (nonexistent-) readers, and love wordpress as a whole, i guess =3

tralalala~

im pretty satisfied with how much ive recorded here, and so glad i didnt give up on this blog, cuz at some point last year, after the summer break, i totally disappeared. im glad i picked up the ball again, otherwise i wouldve regretted it ^_^

my motto is to do what you wont regret, and never walk away from somthing if youre gonna regret it later. i hate regret. a most terrible emotion indeed =P

and and, i actually am surprised at how ive come across other blogs and people and ideas and perspectives and commplements by starting this blog..

(small shout out to mudkipsandrainbows.wordpress.com =) )

But seriously, i like my blog ^_^ and in honour of this anniversary and it being all summerifically wonderful im gonna change my theme to my initial/original artsy summery fun and colorful one =D

So to keeping this Internet Journal going, hope all keep reading =3 if i have any readers, that is (dont get ahead of yourself, wattson….)

To having fun, and bringing more, to recording the past and traveling to the future, to slaying Math the Dragon of Evil in my dreams, and to smiling and laughing whenever i read this craziness,

Just Add Some Sugar to that Mocha.

-Dr. Grey I. Wattson
the I is for Irish. 

ps. the anniversary was on the 11th of June, but due to reasons i have already explained and apologized for, this gets posted now.

Ze Tale of the Knock Knock Joke

Ze tale of the Knock Knock Joke

I found this strip of fb comments on memebase.com and found it damn HILARIOUS. its seriously funny =) i always find fb comment stuff like this amusing, but this one really and ideally (…does that make sense? i dont think it does… =P ) is my all time favorite! atleast for now ^_^ hope it brightens up your day and makes you laugh, like it did me =)

Fact or Crap- Did You Know?

So my friend has this AMAZING board game called Fact or Crap from abroad, i think, and ive never even heard of it. so when i went over to her house,  i insisted we play it. Which is exactly what happened.

It turns out that im pretty amazing at this game. i won in maybe ten or fifteen minutes…but we then, as per MY regulations, discarded all the rules and continued playing cuz the facts are crazy enough to be crap.

So yeah, here are a few facts that were very epic and needed documentation. Here we go. And, i know there are maaannyyy disbelievers on the net, so im putting down some sources to back me up. besides the word ‘fact’ written next to it on the card =P

1. John F. Kennedy had a hourse named Leprachaun.

2. Max Q is a rock band made entirely out of NASA astronauts.

3. Wayne Watson ate so much popcorn that he got a life-threatning disease called Popcorn Lung form a chemical in the butter flavoring. He then later wins $7.2 million in US court.

Still dont believe me? Here are sources=
For fact 1
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Q_(astronaut_band)
For fact 2
http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/jackie-kennedy-receives-horse-from-governor-of-pakistan
For fact 3
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-19657878

 

Exiled From Ireland&The Irish Love Me

Obviously.

Anyways, i have a dream where im in this plain boring area, with hills and a sun above them, and nothing else. all in shades of yellow, green, and orange (yes, even the sun.) and yet somehow i know im in ireland.

Scene shift. at this absolutely gorgeous mountain top, with magnificent mountains as far as the eye can see. its a crisp winter morning, but insanely sunny. my perfect winter weather. we’re in this amazing manor, castle, thing. all grey carved stone, and beautiful. its brilliant. and then, there are all these random people scattered here and there. and theyre about to announce who got shuffled into which team with who. anyways, ayesha and i are super excited, but ayesha’s flipping out with insane hand gestures and everything. (so very un ayesha like). shes going on about how cool itd be if she gets an actual french person on her team and they become great friends. and i want to make friends with whoevers on my team.

anways, they announce the teams, and group us all together. we then are supposed to hang out together as a team to improve our teamwork and get to know each other more. after a debate and all that time, i become really close friends with this irish guy on my team. we become bros. its awesome =) and then after that, when we get our own free time to spend with whomever we choose, i go find ayesha. shes ecstatic cuz she has a french chick on her team. so thats cool, sure why not, were both happy.

later on, i see ayesha hanging out (bothering) the frenchie girl, and its pretty obvious that shes  irritated. yet ayesha being oblivious to this, continues her pursuit of being best friends with the Croissant Lover. she goes on about our (ayesha and mine) lit references, how shes the Lady of Shallot, how she has always considers herself french, and french worthy, blah blah blah. anyways, im then hanging out with Irish-Guy (and i dont remember what he looked like much- possibly blonde with green eyes? im not sure…but i do remember that he was hot. buuut i wasnt into him. not then. yes, there IS a sequel dream! =D ) and we become closer friends.

the next time i see ayesha, she has irked the french chick to a terrible extreme where she snaps at ayesha. ayesha gets stunned and a bit confused and tries to appologize and then go on about how theyre such good freinds and forgive each other. Madam Mustache (..no she didnt have one..but-but still =P) gets more annoyed, and tells ayesha shes not worthy of calling herself french let alone being french, and how shes just an annoying little wanna be. ayesha gets angry now, and they proceed to a full scale riot yelling match fight thing. then this girl sues ayesha, and takes her to the french embassy. there, all the french also hate ayesha, and tell those in charge of our debate tournament training thing (the debating TTT =P ) that they hate her and will not tolerate her being in ireland where shes happy and where currently there are a lot of french people or something. the irsih are totally chill and are just like, ‘yeah, sure, cool, why dont we just exile her, yeah?’ and thus ayesha gets exiled from ireland.

now, we;re at this scene where ayeshas crossing the boarder. once again, in all shades of orange, green and yellow, strangely. so ayeshas leaving and she asks me to cross over with her, you know, lets ditch this popsickle stand kinda thing. (i would never call ireland a popsickle stand but you get the idea right? no offense..) and im fine with leaving (since i can come back. no exile for me =) ) but all these random irish people appear and they say no, i cant go because they like me and are attached to me. aw, im loved by the irish ❤ anyways, as this happens, my irish guy friend was standing by my side the entire time and when the ayesha asks me to leave with her, he hugs me. like, NO. she wont go. it was cute.

all and all, this is a pretty morality type dream of mine.

the irish will love me. the irish are cool and chill. ayesha doesnt belong in ireland. ayesha is to be hated by the french. and, apparently, ayesha doesnt have what it takes to call herself and to BE french. yowch. and obviously, the sun is secretly green, orange and red in ireland. i feel so much more enlightened now. =)

I-Ireland? Is That You…?

yeaaaah baby, my debating coach picked the most APT place to go for my very first abroad debating trip! Ireland! eeeeeeek!!!

my middle name being Irish, its awesome. and absolutley perfect.

its insanely expensive though…200 euros? no sweat..ehehe..*cough im broke cough*

but seriously, it sounds just SO fun. well be taking part in a parliamentary three on three style tournament for three days. then well be coached by international coaches for three days. then, well be shuffled into teams with random people for our next tournament to see how well we learnt, whatever else. but thats just so insanely fun!! i wanna make so many new friends, and if i get permission to go, i ll be going with one of my best friends, ayesha, so itll be epic. and its ireland for gods sake, ireland!! eeeeep! i cant waaaiiit!

i just really really reaaalllly hope i get permission to go…

i mean, isnt it like destiny? its just so perfect…and ive always wanted to go to ireland! so i really am trying to win my dad over in letting me go…lets see how that works out.

i even dreamed about it! yeah, even my subconscious is telling me to hurry up and get on that plane…

now i need to work on my irish accent even more =) might i just add that, i have made progress on that, btw. but i sort of require (..desperately) to use either the word lassy or laddy to pull it off though. its just a psychological thing with me, so yeaaah. a little more practice needed there….

ok, one last post about my dream in ireland, and THEN i studying for my lit test tmrw=P

French James Bond, and Accented Me

The Names Bashir. Bashir Sahab.

It all starts at that scene where (skyfall:)  Bond and Q are sitting on a bench, discussing a painting of a ‘bloody boat’. And their having the same conversation as in the movie, but they never reach the point in the conversation where Q gives Bond a radio transmitter, and that specialized gun. Because they were interrupted.

By me. a pillar of green fire just lights up and appears out of nowhere next to them, they both sense it, freeze, but dont turn around, and wait. i step out of the flames, and just walk over to their bench. and it was as though time had stopped flowing at that point, and it started gushing again as soon as i began walking. no one else noticed me or anything out of the ordinary.

i great them (all professional spy-like) with a ‘hello, boys’. (i had a proper british accent too, yaay!) and then i zone out of their conversation and take note of my surroundings, as any experienced spy/body guard would at this point. I took note of all the exits, and everyone in the room. no one was paying any attention to Q or Bond. good. as it should be; they werent supposed to be attracting anyone’s attention. but then i felt a gaze behind me, trained on the back of my head. so i turn around to see, the dorky friend of mine, suleman.

But this suleman is not not as dorky as the real one  is dressed like a gangster in his black leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, and radiating an aura of evil. He’s at one of the entrances, leaning on the doorway passage thing, next to a trashcan (0ne of those with a upper bit thats for smoking, like a pile of sand to stick your lit cigarette into, to put it out) that was littered with cigarettes already. Before i can react to his evilness and staring at me, he turns to stare/glare at someone else. i immediately list him as a troublemaker (and a thug wanna be) and decide to keep a general guard up against him, but turn away from him after a bit.

Then, all of a sudden, we hear an explosion. i feel the shake, the shock, the tremor pass all through the museum, the pillars, and me. everyone evacuates, i turn to see suleman, but hes no longer at his post. so bond being bond, and me being me, run together at the speed of light to the room right next to us, where the explosion had come from. and Q being Q, sighed, and then chased after us.

Inside, we see that the statue at the centre of the room, which i had already seen before, was what had exploded. but the explosion had only altered the original statue. it was now a black marbled man, with a ton of dirty sand dumped on him, and many many cigarettes littered everywhere. Instantly, i think of suleman. and i go running back, but i dont see him anywhere inside the art gallary museum. so i ruuuun outside, with bond at my heels and we see him outside. he sees us, looks bewildered for a bit, but then he has the expression of the Ooooh of understandment, and then makes a run for it. classic bad guy move.

so we chase him. and chase him. and chaaase him. we chase him all the way from Britain (where we were), to Italy, to France. and then, we finally catch him because the french are just so epically amazingly awesome. I forgot the details exactly, but i think a mime tripped suleman, then bashed him on the head so he couldnt get up. suleman crashes into one of those open on the street cafes, and gets tangled up in loads of tables. Ze Helpful Waiter the fifth, comes over and accidentally spills a drink on sulemans head, so he regains consciousness. (cuz, you know, the french can only be helpful if its by accident =) im kidding, im kidding, i love the french ❤ ) anyways, we catch up to him, and this is the part which gets just a bit challenging. ligually.

Suleman starts speaking japenese. i dont know it. so i kindly request him to speak english, ‘speak english, dork!’ while bashing him on the arm. he starts speaking italian. im confused, cuz i know i should be able to understand him, but i cant. and then james bond, kinda pushes past me (we were towering over him, cuz were standing, and hes on the floor),kinda a ‘i got this’ way, and starts speaking roman. and now im really confused, and for some reason i start panicking. and these two guys can actually understand each other. ( i felt like yelling ‘how the f can you understand each other?! your speaking different languages!!’)   then, i you know say ‘can we, you know, shift over to english, if you will? so i can understand what your saying?’ in a heat of anger. bond kindly shifts to french now -.- thanks a lot, bond.but no. continue being European, why dont you -______- thhheeeen, i burst out speaking nothing but Greek, and they cant understand me, and i cant stop. i try to speak english but i just couldnt. but then, bond calms me down by speaking in english and  i use the most epic method/way ever to speak english agian. i concentrate on an irish accent, and then i can speak english again, albeit it was in a sucky irish accent but i was happy, chuffed, relieved, and chill =)

while this whole language confusion was happening, we had called the british authorities to come get suleman, once we caught him, so we were only waiting for some british  cops, governor, lestrage, to show up to arrest him. then this police boat (from britain) comes to capture suleman, and he goes off to jail (ask bond why) and then bond and i go back to debating art pieces and breaking out into epic ninja fights. oh, what a fun adventure, if i do say so myself =)

003, debriefed.

 

 

My Degree of One Direction Infection

I am a Directioneer. Not a directioner. i mean, i just LOVE the bands music, but that doesnt mean ive got to fangirl over the guys who made that music. but here, its either you like jacob/edward, or bieber/one direction. so pick. NOW. that is what most girls demand from you before asking for your name. welll, for the first one the answer is obviously Percy Jackson. and the second is One Direction. but to what extent..?

Ok, i admit that zayn malik has looks. but i just dont like his looks, its just my personal preference. but saying that here might start  the zombie fangirl apocalypse.  (but i actually hate that stupid looking weird bleached blonde streak thing in his hair.)  i like niall, and his supposed personality (i say supposed cuz i pretty evidently dont know it first hand) seems very awesome, he loves nandos (as do i), might just eat as much as me (hey, its possible), and is Irish. Now, thats a lotta awesome right there. and i think he looks a bit cute too, but not in a drool over him way, just a you-took-a-glance-at-his-photo-and-said-‘oh-hes-cute’ kinda cute. Liam, seems sweet, shy, and the only seriously ‘good’ guy through and through in this band. seriously, i found this picture on fb saying ‘Where would One Direction be without Liam? In Jail’ and i think it could very well be true =) but ive never really given such importance to liam really, but just cuz i kind of lack an opinion of him…

Harry and Louis left! i think Harry looks hot, especially in the pictures these guys take. but Louis is still my favorite. sometimes he looks hot, but mostly he just looks suuuuper CUTE. i love these two ❤ and i find it cute and funny when they joke around as a friendly couple, loving each other so much (even though its not the least bit gay) on their video diaries, music videos, instagram and tumblr photos, etc. i just love all zat.

i think the video diaries are also super hilarious and awesome. its like during the X factor, and it was great. they seemed like actual normal guys just chilling on a pair of stairs. Louis dressed up as superman, their awesome hoods- oh ma gosh, their awesome hoods. i want a hood like zat! *____* they were regular, zip-up hoods, its just that the zipper extends to the absolute tippity tip of the hood, so you  could  zip up your head inside too. i dont know why, really, but i want a hood like zat. i could approach random people and be like ‘nom nom nom, im the cookie monsterrrr!’ or ‘BOO!’ or ‘hey, do you  know where the Adam’s Family resides?’ etc. it would be fun…

now the last thing, is that my liking one direction actually gives most of my peers the slight hope that im growing up. when i was in 5th grade i was super anti-harry potter. when i was in 6th grade, i despised twilight and BOTH edward and jacob. and when it came to boy bands, i hated almost all of them and barely knew about any celebrities at all (i dont really watch regular unanimated movies =P ). in the end, i also loathed bieber. so finally, when i started liking one direction and actually saying that i not only find some of the guys cute but one ‘hot’ its like i can hear them think, ‘pheeewww, shes finally growing up!’ or ‘now we know shes a normal teenage girl’ or ‘Shes seen the light!’ =)

And cuz its like one of the few overlapping usually mutual likes most girls start talking about it with other girls they dont really know and then they end up squealing about which guy they like from those five, and before you know it, theyre fangirling over them. and if im there, i can usually fake the fangirling, or tolerate it (theirs and mine). so i seem even more normal and easy to get a long with =) what can i say, being the co-president of the Dramatists (the dramatic fascists, nah, im kidding, haha, its actually just the Drama Society), i can be one hell of an actress 😉 and i know it =P

Lastly, i love one direction’s songs (most of them, not all of them, mind you). and i like one direction, and i dont have much of an issue passing that like off as love =P even though its not really… i dont like bieber or his music, but i do admit that i like one of his songs (as long as  you love me). but i do love Louis =D and yeaaah, i never feel the urge to fangirl when talking about these guys, not really. it is i, ze Directioneer B) when being a Directioner is too mainstream. haha, jk, no, thats just lame =P

In my teenagery defense, i do happen to like Vampire Diaries too (love Damon-read the books) and i really like Pretty Little Liars too so ha. in your face. but whatever, the thing here is done and dealt with so…

Frosty Out!

Ooooh, loook, it’s KEVIN~!