I see. And I am relieved you have other hobbies on your plate, that's good to know
That's cool. I just don't want the lack of attention to your blog be the reason for your hiatus from blogging. Take as much time as you need, and don't worry about me. I have been holding auditions for new activities in the event that something in my life should become shortened. Right now, it's a toss up between playing more videos games, monitoring my expenses, and cleaning my room. So, I'll be fine.
Hey man, long time no chat. Thank you for the supportive comment on my blog, I know you probably worked a long time on that, but I sorta need time to get my thoughts in order, I hope it doesn't cause you unnecessary trouble, and I'm sure you'll find something else to read in the meantime...right...?
This one is simple. I would respectfully decline the offer, and then apologize to the friend (who we surprisingly have not given a name - what a bad friend I am to not have a name for him) for bringing him to that establishment. "I had no idea that the ex (who also is nameless) would be there," I would say. I would ask if he wants to go somewhere else. His reply is most likely in the negative, and so I would kinda force him to leave the premises. However, not without our food. Mainly because I can not go into a store or restaurant and not purchase anything.
You handled that one nicely. Argh, my questioning appears to only prove that you are indeed a happy person. (I cannot stand it!) And if ovens could automatically shut off, I would NEVER be home! *explosion* Next question, which would be #5: The friend has been persuaded into being led to a fast food joint, weeping piteously the whole time (boohoo - why?!? etc.), the two of you enter the establishment and notice (of all people) the ex-girlfriend, sitting in a booth with a group of her bff's, laughing heartily. Amazingly, the group notices you two and invites you - and you alone - to join them. What is your next action?
This one is a brain tickler. I have probably spent a considerable amount of time on the dish, but my friend may need me. Part of me wants to turn the oven up a considerable amount to get the food finished, that way I can comfort said friend with food. But part of me tells the other part that good food cannot be rushed. Therefore, I regrettably take the food out of the oven, and put it somewhere any four-legged rascals (the dog and cat) cannot get to. Then I rush to the friend, invite him to my home, and possibly finish the food that was in the oven. It really depends on what I am making on whether we dine on my creation or stop for takeout on the way. Unless I have a talented cat that will turn the oven off when the time is up. Or an oven that turns itself off when the time is up.
Yeah, fluffy cats are much better behaved than short-hairs. (in my opinion) That is the correct answer. T3h m0th3rz 5h0uld b3 f34r3d. Your mentioning of Go Go Gadget has, for some inexplicable reason, boosted your point-count to well beyond 100% thereby giving us scientists a slight case of the envies. Question #4: You've saved the fragile object(s)! ("hurrah" *scratching heads*) but upon inspection, it appears the phone call was not the library, but an old friend just recently back in town after a nasty breakup with his girlfriend. The message is inviting you to meet him at the local whatz-it hang out place. But you recall there's something cooking in the oven. It will be done in thirty minutes. The hang-out location is a twenty minute walk. What will you do now, Mr. Bond?
I just saw the picture. So fluffy!!! I love fluffy cats! And most cats. Answer #3: As much as I would like to say Go Go Gadget arms and catch whatever may fall as well as answer the phone, I don't have gadget arms. Therefore, I would have to calm the cat down and hope that whoever is calling me leaves a message. Though I would normally say "Oh, there just things. Who cares if it breaks?", I know that if it is something high up and fragile, then most likely it is valuable and probably my mother's. In which case, I would rather let the voicemail get it than feel the wrath of an upset mommy.
Ah, well, about your parents, I'm glad you were so fortunate to have such loving, supportive figures. I didn't mean to offend you, and if I did, I'm sorry to have brought it up. The questions are designed to be tough, but you did surprisingly well on that last one (okay, not surprisingly, considering, but whatever) You were wise not to leave the evil dog to himself, for he was almost certainly planning a mutiny. And, of course the library nerd can always wait... you got 100% on that one, congratulations. I wasn't aware you had a cat. Did you check out my photography contest submission yet? Question #3: You have pleased the dog, he has decided to continue his support in your upcoming election, but meanwhile, the nerd is questioning why he's been called a nerd four times already today. In the book bin, he has found the book he earlier erroneously labeled as 'overdue' and growls at his own tendency to assume all people are meanies and picks up the phone. In the meantime, your indoor kitty does not like the dog, and hisses at him from the safety of a high shelf (which just happens to contain fragile objects) and the phone rings (It is likely the library again). What is your next action?
You're joking, right? About me not caring my parents. You are dead wrong. I care for them very much. If I didn't care for them, then I wouldn't have taken care of their house for these last two years. If I didn't care, then I would have moved on with my life and said to heck with them. It is the fact that one day they will be back that keeps me going and doing all this. I do all this because I want them to have a home to come back to when they are released. The cause of my happiness is my parents. They raised me to be strong and to not let adversity stop me from doing what it is I want to do. I grew up with lots of love and kindness, and whenever something would make me even the littlest bit sad, I would remember that my parents are there to comfort me. Even if they are miles away and I am not able to see them, the memories of them fill me with happiness. Answer #2: This one is tough. Naturally, I would say to the library person that something has come and ask if we could continue this at a different time. I would then follow the dog and fulfill his every desire. Have you never been told that sugar melts? And since puppies are so sweet and cute, they remind me of sugar, and sugar melts. The same can be said when my cat gets wet. I tell him "Weren't you afraid of melting? You are just so sweet, my little baby guy soul!"
Hmm, interesting... your parents being convicted and jailed is convincing proof that life has been treating you just as it's been treating everyone else: bad. But WHAT is the cause of your happiness? Do you perhaps, not CARE about your parents in the first place? That would offer some psychological basis to your condition, I think. Hmm, that was a good answer to the puppy question, and you would've gotten a 100% rating except for that referring to your dog as a 'crazy pants' and of course the 'melting' bit. I can't even think of a melting dog, it's so creepy. (and now the movie companies will put one in a horror film) Luckily for you, most of the doctors here are female and find guys with dogs appealing. Your final score: 80% Question #2: You've dried off previously introduced dog, when the phone rings. The library is informing you of a book supposedly overdue, which you recall specifically returning, while you are explaining to the obnoxious nerd on the line, the dog has whimpered at you and wandered into the kitchen, obviously expecting you to follow. What is your next action? *Suspenseful instrumental music*
Yes, she is; and up until yesterday Dad was as well. People find it odd (perhaps inhuman) that I have stayed upbeat through it all. Well, if my puppy was an inside dog, then I would open the door with a big fluffy towel in my hands. He would jump in my arms and I would dry him off. All the while, scolding him cutely by saying things like "now you know you can't go outside if its wet, silly crazy-pants. You'd melt for sure because you're SOOO cute! And what would happen if you'd catch a cold, huh? I'd have to take care of your icky sicky self." Since I don't have a lot of experience with inside dogs, I'd guess that's what I would do. We always had big outside dogs with doghouses and stuff.
Now that's a rocky friendship. It's very hard to get to know people with them joking all the time, isn't it? I have a brother like that, but he stops every now and again so we don't forget who he is. Is your mother REALLY in prison? That does not fit in with the Mr. Happy profile at all... Oh, I'm not troubled by happiness, I enjoy hanging out with happy people, it makes me obligated to be just as cheerful, otherwise I'll feel I'm bringing the whole world down and that just isn't me. You will be my immortal enemy? Okay, I guess in the case of my experiments having caused said side-effect of immortality, I am liable from a legal standpoint, so, of course you have that right... (I have a feeling I shall regret this whole thing-never mind, I'm a scientist, and I must never think that way again.) Experiment #1. Case study 455, Subject 8778, Lab 002 : Subject 8778, (you shall be referred to as such for the remainder of the project) question #1: "If you had a puppy and he got outside and it is raining, what would you do?" *breathless rows of doctors leaning in to hear response*
No, it's not like that at all. We would thank each other from time to time before. Then, I disagreed with him in that I don't think smelly people should be beaten up. He said that I was a baby-killer, and that was all for a bit. Then in another thread, I corrected him about a fact on Anne Frank, saying that her family lived in an Annex. He then said that my mother is in an Annex, to which I replied "Oh, you're so close. My mother is in prison." Then he +thanked me for that, saying that I got him that time. And things went back to normal. Yeah, sometimes people find me annoying because I constantly have a smile on my face. And I am not happy ALL the time, I just wait until I am by myself to let those feelings out. If I agree to these experiments, and in some rare case I become immortal, I will be your immortal enemy if you want. How does that sound?
So, basically, you're just randomly thanking each other because you had a slight fight once. Sort of how strangers who shop at the same store are obligated to nod and smile to each other in passing (Why am I reminded of old ladies of a sudden?) Ah, I'll never understand these things. I think it would be cool to have an immortal enemy, don't you? Annoying as ever, but it has its appeal... I can't imagine hating a happy person, (Okay, maybe if I was forced to live with a mime or a clown or something) I guess I'd consider them a tad irritating after a while, but anyway, you can't be happy ALL the time, can you? I-it should be balanced, shouldn't it? Or you wouldn't be HUMAN, right? Okay, I'm officially declaring you a strange new breed of human. I wonder, do you mind? May I conduct experiments on you?
