New schedule.

Yeah yeah, you must be thinking,"Oh, why is she posting on Saturday?" Well, it's because of a change in schedule. I really miss talking about random stuff going on on this blog. So here's the schedule:
Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Perfection.

So, while I'm still lively,  ill tell you a story that I suddenly remembered today. Well...*pulls out Gandalf beard*...i'm already prepared. *sly wink* No I'm kidding, i'd never do that. Or maybe I would---No, just...no. So, story time! Remember my friend, Ethan? Well, he's pretty much going to be in all of the stories, since I spent most of my life with him. About the age of 6, me and Ethan would bring our electronics to daycare. Cuz it was cool, man. But, most of the electronics we brung to daycare were our DS'S. I had a DSi while Ethan and our other best friend, Summer, had a DS lite. Of course, there was an DS chat on both DS's so, you'd imagine what we'd do. Apparently, there was another girl, about in her teens, who also had a Ds and went on the chat room along with us. Her name, as we called her, was Marshmello. So we three just chatted and chatted our little hearts out. By the way, the reason we were chatting with the elctronics, was because the daycare would always repeat a movie over and over again. It was annoying. Anyways, Marshmello wasn't talking about what were were at all. She went on talking about "dirty" or "innaproprate" things. So, Ethan wanted to be a good boy and told the teacher about it. So the teacher told another teacher, who told another, who then told the director, and soon, the manager of the building. After that, Marshmello was suspended and never came back to the daycare. She was very nice, too.

That teaches you a lesson, kids that may never read this. It tells you that, just god darn, stop acting like a flipping adult! No cursing or talking about dirty things, man! That does include adults too! Anyways, sorry this is so short, been busy lately with car issues and such. Remember to leave a comment and a like if ya can. See ya later, peeps.

All the Unluck

 Hallo. Sorry im so late posting this, I nearly forgot. I mean, it's flipping 10 for god's sake. Bad me, bad. So, want a report on today? My crusty car acted all weird and decided to break down. Why? All I wanted to do was just go to the store and back. Easy, right?

Today was one of the most unluckiest days. I've got to go to work tomorrow, the weekend went by fast, car broke down, jug of milk explodes, etc. Okay... It's not really true. Except the weekend part. If only we could get paid to stay home and do absolutely nothing. I mean, I do that daily (if I could). Anyway, we could totally talk about dreams. At least I could, you could only do it if you comment down below but not a full on conversation. So I had a dream last night. Finally. Its been forever and I used to get the best dreams ever. I even once had a quite romantic one. But this one  was different. I was a little girl trying to defend my self from a dragon in my own room. My teddy bear i had as a child, came alive, too. It was so cool. If only it were real. Apparently I had armor on and a little wooden sword and teddy had little fist tools. The dragon was kinda like an evil, dark skeleton horse with eyeballs shooting out of its neck. So it really wasn't a dragon at all, was it? Huh. What dream did you have last night?

I was so out of people to draw today, I could think of what to draw. So, I asked trusty Facebook and guess what they said they wanted me to draw. There were suggestions p f Mickey Mouse, night fairies, humanoid aliens on brooms, tree nymphs, garbage trucks, and more. I shouldn't trust Facebook anymore. You guys are weird. I'll stay far away from your suggestions.

Okay people, im thinking about starting a YouTube channel once enough people start visiting and commenting on my blog more. Eh? I'm not even sure how many people are going to read my weird blogs. Its frighting to think about the hate comments people might send to me. Do people ever think that?

Sorry if this was shorter than usual and i'll see you on Wednesday. Out.

Notice N' Story

Sup fellas. I'm back. Yup. Noticed I haven't been on in a while? Hah. I was chased by the dogs for my weird posts. ...Okay, I wasn't. Wanna know the truth? I've been lazy. And there is nothing that can stop my laziness from overcoming the world. My laziness is my true power, at least my foes think so. NOTHING CAN STOP MEH. I AM GOD. Anyways, what shall I talk about today? Oh, I see, You want a story. Hold on, hold on. *Runs to fetch a Gandalf beard* Alright children, let me tell you a story of my stupid life. Once upon a time there was a girl who liked to eat sand. Yes, sand. In fact, it was me. When I was younger, and when it was recess time at daycare, I would look all innocent. I would hold my hands behind my back (instead of shoving them into my mouth), and look around with curious eyes as they say. Really, I was just looking to see if anyone was watching. Anyway, i'd walk down the isle of cement to the playground and walk away of the babbling crowd of other kids. My friend Ethan, would always excuse myself, for he knew what I was going to do. I stood of the side and got to my knees, licking my index finger. Id then reach out my hand and stick it in the sand, immediately stick in my mouth, and chew it. Sometimes it would even make popping noises while I was going past kids so they would say, "Wut wa dat sound?". Good thing they never found out. Embarrassing.

Now, let's leave stories beside for a moment. I forgot to mention the notice thing. I will leave a notice when I will not be able to post. *Puts on mustache glasses* "What is your posting schedule?", you ask. Well, I suppose I will be posting on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Why not? Extra Extra! Daily information incoming!

So...Haven't really planned out this part. Well, I never do. It's Natural. Maybe I should leave notice talking about my friend Ethan. Actually, he has his own blog, EtanBlogs. I get mad at him when he doesn't really "post". 28 years later, "Oh, well I was just too busy!". Really Ethan? I just started and I have a decent amount of posts. You didn't even talk much about much of anything on your first post! Anyways, we are indeed childhood friends. So, of course he knows about my used to be eating sand phase. Sigh. So many things he knows. *shivers* Go check out his blog when he actually updates it. I'll hustle him for you guys.

Okay, this post was pretty much about notices so let's do something...new. Here, look at this:

Drew this a year ago on the tablet. Not so good, eh? Gave it my best. *sniffles* My art is completely different than that image though. I'm satisfied with my work now than then. I should do that 'Draw This Again' meme. Huh. I did another one, too.

I don't know what I was thinking when I drew this one but I used to think it was the most interesting in the world that I've drawn so far.

Alright weird peeps, I apologize if this one was a bit longer than the other two but you'll have to deal with it this time. See ya, "bros".

You're here.

Ah, it's almost frightening you bothered to read this blog. You just came for the hug, right? Too bad blog stands for Bad Language of Grammer. Though, that has nothing to do with the hug, I have fabulous grammer. Eh? Am I right? See, I am the grammer lord, a god, that doesn't control the grammer police, but tells them, "Back off.", over my power. I like capatilized words an-- Okay, okay. Let's just stop. It'll go to far. But now you know I have fabulous grammer. Now, I just need a mustache.

Alright. You found me out. I HAVE MY PANTS INSIDE OUT! ...Wait, you didn't notice? Oh then, I was just kidding. It was all a lie. Now then, what should we talk about? Nothing? Oh well, I know a lot of nothings. Like my nothing brain cord, the nothing tip talk, and also that tipping silence of nothing. Whatever those are. No, but seriously. What am I supposed to talk about now? Gaming, i'll suspect. I like plenty of games. Especially on the pc, like Minecraft, The Room, Skyrim, Neverwinter,  World of Warcraft, Among the Sleep, Sims 3 & 4, Alice Madness Returns, and more. Yes, I have a wide assortment. There is one game I favor dearly though. It's called "Journey". Such beautiful graphics and amazing gameplay.  I wish I could play it, for I do not have it. This is because it is only available for PlayStation 2 & 3. If you have one, I recommend this amazing game for you.

Did you get bored there? Did you miss the disturbing conversations? If you did, then just slowly close this page and continue on with your life. Anyways, animals. Let's talk about animals! What is your favorite animal? Mine is a fox actually. It used to be a penguin but the whole throwing up into mouth concept scared me off. Im surprised my conversations don't scare me either. But foxes, man. They are so cute. The tail and the face and how short they are just gets me. I also draw them. This relates back to the putting idea to paper hobbie. Do you like foxes too? I dont like how people may think them as "stealers". It gets on my nerves. Just like in Dora the Explorer. I believe that I actually know them. From heart. They seem to be mysterious but if you get to know them, they'll be a guardian to you. Not like how people buy dogs and cats at a pet shop or kennel and forcing them to be your "best friend". No offence. Thanks for reading my second blog post. Not as intresting, huh? I didn't have a good day today and ill try to be better tomorrow.  Promise.

Sup.

Greetings, I am MaskedFox. Funny name, eh? No? Alright then.

Would you believe me if I said I came from outer space? Ha! I don't, tricked ya. Anyways, I decided to start my first post because I am not leaving this blog empty. Unless you want to talk about hippy haired men and colossal sparkling gnomes, you've come to the right place. ...Im not even sure why that came first to the top of my mind. I mean think about that, what if the HHM and the CSG went into war? Who would win? I think the gnomes would. Especially if they had giant giants while the hairy men had tiny t-rexs. I just noticed I was doing the complete opposite of what I said i'd do. Good job, me. Good job. 

This is a blog, right? I have to right about me and my sparkly rainbows that shoot out of my butt. Well, how do I start this off? I like food. What type of food? None containing vegetables. I mean seriously. No. When I was younger, my mom made brownies. They looked normal. Except, when I took a bite, my mother suddenly sat down. She looked at me with her hand over her mouth, covering up her smile. Just then, she told me, "Ya know, I put spinach in it, right?" Darn it, ma. I mean, it didn't taste like anything, just brownie. I never did eat her brownies after that, more like she never made them again. She just wanted to see my reaction.

So...I'm surprised you read this far. I thought i'd scare you off from the HHM and the CSG with giant giants and tiny t-rexes in war. Am I the only person who feels that way? NAH. The others are just hiding on earth of how powerful I am with these AWFUL conversations. Anyways, like im supposed to be doing on this blog that im not even sure im doing right, let's talk about art. Of course, you might be thinking, "Oh no, she's going onto ANOTHER one of her disturbing conversations." Well then, little Johnny, you should just go off and never see this page again. I'm getting feisty. I think. "Art is a delicate process." I do agree with this statement that I made, except it is not JUST a process, it is my LIFE. Yus, i said it. Everyday I get home, struck with an idea, I put it to paper. You have no idea how many sheets of paper with gel pen, pen, pencil, color pencil, paint, or marker with a drawing of some sort of person that came from the top of my mind, I have. Over 1 million I would say, but its probably not completely accurate by scientist or whatever you call those guys. Fudge them. I like art. I like drawings. I'd rather live in a drawn world of art. *courageous step on a rock with hair flowing in air* "I might have made a fan do this wind for my hair, but it's worth it!" And that's my first blog.