I will be a particle physicist.

I will work for CERN.
I will work at the LHC.
I will work with Brian Cox.
I will meet Stephen Hawking.
I will know the origin of the universe.
I will share the knowledge.
I will win a Noble award.
I will help stop Man-made global warming.
I will see the depths of the universe.

...Now if only I could get my algebra straight. -____-

An Equation.

Excess Energy + Coca-cola + 2 Cups of Coffee + Dysfunctional Body Clock = Insomnia.

Insomnia = 4 Hours of Sleep (or less) + 200 (or more) Pages of a Novel Finished in One Sitting + Internet in the Wee Hours.

200 (or more) Pages of a Novel Finished in One Sitting + Internet in the Wee Hours = Nerdcore.

Nerdcore = Toney.

Toney = Epicness.

Epicness = <3.

<3 = *Person*.

*Person* = Perfect.

Perfect = God.

God = Omnipotent + Forever + Faithfulness.

Omnipotent + Forever + Faithfulness = Imaginary.

Imaginary = My Boyfriend.



Therefore,

Insomnia = Non-existent Boyfriend.



Dear Insomnia,
You suck hard. May you die down soon, betch.

In'ernet boys

In this place called 'the internet', boys are either e-gawds or phailures. You could never be in between--mediocre, in that sense.



First off, phailures are: suicidal geys, soulja boy wannabes, fat pervs, i-TyPe-LyK-Diizzss-On-The-!nTerNet boys, moaning he-bitches, pablo banila =)), ano-asl-mo? death squad members, et cetera.

On the other hand, e-gawds are in the likeness of YouTubers, webcomic-ers, epic bloggers, LOLcats, song-writers, bladabluh.


Now, let me rant about how phailures continue on falling for yers trully.
LEAAAAAAAVE MEEEE ALOOOOOOOOOOONEEEEE (to the tone of that 'leave britney alone' faghead)



I need an e-gawd to have a serious crush on me now, or at least pretend (that was the point of this blog, yeyeyeyeye).

Despuration. >___<


A GAME:
What do you see?
Q<=

The Toney Foundation

Hello, rich socialites! It's almost Christmas, and I bet you're looking for ways to spend your countless bucks! Why don't you all donate to my foundation instead?

My foundation really needs the following things:

1. Death from the Skies by Phil Plait
2. WACOM Graphic Tablet
3. Nikon D80
4. PlayStation Portable (Lite)
5. iPhone or Nokia N96
6. Mac Leopard (Ver. 10.5)
7. Sony Handicam
8. Toyota Prius
9. Lego Batman
10. Pretty Boots
11. Adobe CS4
12. J.E. Sus
13. Lost CDs to magically appear on my hands
14. Orion 16" Telescope
15. A Whole Sack of Coffee Beans
16. World Peace
17. A Parachute
18. White Himalayan Cats ^________^
19. To be allowed to train for parkour
20. Stapler tasers :D
21. Solomon's Key by Dan Brown
    

It's Okay. I'm Fine. You're Fine.

I didn't know how I was able to read almost 200 pages last night, but I did. I finished Stephen King's "Blaze".

There were certain points in the book wherein I couldn't help but to let a string of tears ooze out of my eyes, and that happens when Blaze kisses Joe. Why? Because Blaze didn't want the money anymore, he wants the kid--and he's inlove with the kid.

The ending wasn't grand or anything; I don't like happy endings, anyway. I think that Joe's reluctance to his real father was Blaze's triumph-- and then I cried again.

Just to let you now, Blaze is a crime story :P. I think that I'm the first person to ever cry on such kind of book. I'm mushy--deal with it.