You may know this song.
It is from a movie.
It is cute.
It is disney.
It has been playing nonstop in my house for about a week.
Happy Litttle Working Song from the movie Enchanted just doesn't get old to my mom. She has had it on repeat because we are cleaning the house for my grad party which is this Saturday. The only reason why all of hell has broken loose in my house is because this house hasn't been 'clean' in years. Heck, if someone were to come into my room and see that I'm not 'cleaning' but in fact 'leisurely typing it up on my laptop,' I would probably be incinerated with the flamethrower that my father's eyes transform into.
That being said, I just wanted to type up a little dilly to get myself back into the habit of writing my 'feelings,' which will eventually turn into 'creativity,' which will eventually help me finish some fanfiction that has been idly sitting unfinished in Microsoft Word for about five years. Yup, procrastination at its finest. Just like my uncleaned room. Ciao.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
When I first created this blog, I had basically forgotten about my other blog.
When I first created this blog, I had no energy to really make any introductions, explanations, or witty remarks.
When I first created this blog, I had no idea it was going to sync up with my old blog.
Although I like the name of this blog much much more, although it has absolutely nothing to do with anything (not that the name of my other blog had anything to do with anything).
I am Samantha Raines, AlsoKnownAs Samantha Marie, Sam, Sammi, Sammilicious, Samanthamum, Honey Bunches of Oats, Queen Bee, and I Make It Raines.
I haven't done much typing of the thoughts since about 2006-07 when I was a sadistic freshman and the world revolved around myself and myspace. A few months ago I deleted my myspace and the only sadness that was deleted with it were my words. Blogging was about all I had ever used my myspace for and when I realized that no one was really on myspace and that the people who were could care less about my words, it became history.
In other words, I miss gloating about myself.
All I have for you today is a popsicle with a mustache. Yeah.