Maybe my life is hidden in the Room of Requirement...

So, I was clicking my Stumble button today (for those of you not familiar with Stumble Upon, the Stumble button is a very amazing and magical thing), and I found this.

And since my life seems to be on a very looong vacation, with no intention of coming back anytime soon, I started clicking. And by doing so, I found out that every time I clicked one of the boxes, it divided into four more boxes.
Of course, I was now hooked. I had to see just how long I could keep clicking the boxes and making them multiply. So I kept going,
and going,

and going. (The boxes on the bottom stopped letting me click them. This frustrated me more than a little bit.)
And then I realized that it was never going to quit, and I stopped. The end.



Do you think the squirrels had something to do with these boxes? Maybe it was a distraction tactic... Yes, definitely the squirrels. I must be more careful.

No Kelsea, there is no such thing as Edward Cullen

I would like say, once and for all, that I do not like Twilight. I read the books in the hopes of curing my post-Potter depression (I know that sounds silly, but I swear it's real), and quickly discovered that they were not worth reading.
Byez.

Thoughts on the uneeded and/or scary things people sell.

WHY? please tell me.
So I was sitting around the table with the family on Thursday night, looking through Black Friday sale ads and sorting them into piles according to how much money can be saved (I do not go Black Friday shopping, but i have some relatives who take it VERY seriously), and I some of what I saw really made me wonder...
Why do people but those crazy little robotic vacuum cleaners? I can see how they might save some time and all, but I'm pretty sure that having one of those little things creeping around on my floor would really bother me. I mean really, if it just decided to pop out from under the couch just as i was about to settle down with some popcorn and a movie, there would be a big greasy, buttery mess everywhere. And the evil little thing wouldn't be able to clean that up, no, it'd be me. And anyway, the big kind of vacuums are MUCH funner. You get to scare your annoying cat or make small children run away screaming!

And I also want to know, why do the people who market cheap mp3 players seem to think they're such a great gift idea? I've never actually seen one, but I imagine that they're not exactly the most amazing thing to receive. If I in need of a music player, I would rather get money towards one that had a fair amount of memory, and I knew would hold up to everything I dish out, which is a lot. Even more interesting is that I have seen several advertisements for these second-rate things that claim they're a great gift idea for everyone on my gift list. Yes, I'm sure great-grandmother Ruth, who does not own a computer, will be THRILLED.
Of course, this is nothing to the claims that the descriptions of some of the miracle-products in those catalogs full of useless stuff make. My grandma gets a lot of those catalogs, so maybe she wouldn't mind getting that music player so much after all...

People who sell stuff will say all kinds of crazy stuff in the hopes of getting cash, but do they really stop to think about how stupid it makes them sound? And do they really think we're stupid enough to fall for it?

On a completely unrelated note, I really love brussles sprouts. Really.