My Cat, Despite All People Telling Me Not To

Ah, Marshmallow. He is a cat. And he is quite fat. He likes to pat, around my hat!
wow, that was incredibly lame.
so this is Marshmallow on the outside.

 Adorable, right?
But no. On the inside, He is a cauldron of evil and food. He is innocent and sweet, but then...BOOM! His inner evil fire comes out and KILLS US ALL!
Par example:

See? Evil. Totally evil. He woke me up by biting my leg viciously. It hurt, needless to say...
Mimz

Sorry!

Sorry about the lack of poss, but I was super busy today. I promise TWO posts tomorrow, avec a lot of pictures! Promis!
Mimz

Facebook Chat: The Ugly Truth

That yellow stuff is holy light...

The black stuff is... Uh, not really sure!
So the point i'm trying to make here is that Facebook is totally evil. But, Facebook chat is the absolute WORST. You can say really horrible things to people and make it OK by adding ":)" or "LOL"
Example:
Person: Hey, Mimz!
Me: I hate you
Person: :O
Me: :)
Person: :)

See? What is that? You could probably plot world destruction/war/cats and add :) and no one would ever suspect you of criminal behavior. We all unwittingly flock to this " social networking system" and spend HOURS telling people we hate them. :)
I HATE YOU!




:)

Mimz

My Pathetic Excuse For Walking /The 2 Symptoms of Heatstroke

So this morning, my mom and dad spontaneously decided to go on a walk. What a marvelous idea! In the summer! At the hottest part of the day! Whoo! Very smart!
So we got ready and left. After a few minutes of dragging my dog up the stairs, I began to sob. These are the symptoms of  Heatstroke:
Sobbing uncontrollably:

That's scary looking. My god.
And # 2
Falling down:

So after a while, I just fell. And died. This is how I would have probably looked. If I wasnt, you know, me.

And this is how I really looked...

The Unfortunate Incident of the Big No-No

So I was stumbling around on the net, when I came across a list of things that should NEVER EVER be written about on a blog. I was planning an exciting post about my cat, but right there, on the tippy top of the list, was... DO NOT write about your cat. I was heartbroken. A million shards of WHY went through my very soul, ripping me apart from within...
Guess i'll write about pickles tomorrow!
Mira

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Whiteout-The Only Way to Solve Problems

Whiteout has mystical properties. Got a problem? Just white out it from your brain! Called your teacher "mom" again? No problem! Just white it out! Did you scream to your crush that you loved him, instead of telling him about the bomb he was going to eat? You guessed it, white it out!

That's my anwser to everything. I just shot my mother. No problem, just use white out!

This is how it usually goes when someone asks me for advice:

Person: Mimz! Mimz! *pant pant*you've got to help me!

Me: *stops writing the greatest novel in the world that will probably end world famine/war/cats* What's wrong?

Person: I'm so embarassed!

Me: *sigh* What happened?

Person: So I was walking to class, when I noticed a cute little puppy dog...

Me: What? There was a puppy in school?

Person:...So, anyway, I picked up the puppy and kept walking, when I heard someone calling out after me..

Me: They're probably wondering WHY THE HECK you had a DOG at school!

Person:...So I thought they were going to congradulate me on saving a puppy, so I turned around and they took the puppy out of my arms.

Me: * Wow face*

Person: And one of the boys said " You took my dog!"

Me: *Pufferfish Face* What? This is way to confusing. Why did HE have a dog at school anyway? What school do you go to? Do I even KNOW  you?

Person: *Ignoring Me* So what do I do? Im soo embarassed

Me: Well I could give you, good sound advice, that will make you feel less embarassed,

Person: *excited face*

Me: Or I could give you a totally crap anwser that does nothing to help you!

Person: Ha ha, you're soo funny. What's the good advice?

Me: Use white out

That's what happens. Why do people even ask me this stuff? Do I LOOK helpful? Oh god, I have the face of an airline host! CRAP! They look so FRIENDLY! * Pufferfish Face*

Mimz

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I Want to Make Money, So I don't End Up a Waitress!

I really want to make shirts to sell that have slogans that I mention on my blog. So every month, I will put up a post called ideas. And I want people to comment and tell me their favorite snippets from any of my posts. If its not too much trouble...
:)
Mimz

My Alarming Picture With Three Fingers

So I discovered this program on my laptop, and on this program, you make little stick figures! Or thats about as much I can do. Stick figures. It took AGES to figure out how to import this onto my blog, but I figured it out. Its very, very, complicated. Almost too complicated for my brain junk. But my brain junk pulled through for me! WOO brain junk! So here it is!

If anyone laughs, I will sit on you.

You were warned.

>:o

The Drawings

If anyones noticed, i'm trying my hand at drawing stick figure things to post on this blog. Do y'all like the new title thing? It was quite a hassle. So if you don't like it, I will sit on you.
Mim

An Introduction to Red Pandas...And the Dangers of Rabies

Welcome to Red Pand and Me!

The names kind of weird, now that I think about it...

But let me introduce myself. Im Mimz. Im kind of young, but not really. Im SUPER tall. Like the Incredible Hulk but im less green. I hope... So to clarify for you simple people, this is a red panda:

It is an animal. It is cute. And RED!! WAOW! It sleeps all the time, and eats the rest of the time. Some time might be spent going to the bathroom, but im no expert of red pandas.

Are there people that specialize in Red Pandas? Do they just watch them, pee, poop, eat, and sleep??

Must be a sweet job. Thats it. Im not going to save little kids in war damaged countries. I am going to watch Red Pandas and document them. FOR ever. What fun! Ill have my special hat:

It looks like i jus went on the net and got a picture of a random hat. Well, I did, but thats beside the point. It would look cool on my Red Panda watching sessions. Anyways, ill also have a sandwich. And the tomato will fall out of my sandwich. And the Red Panda will look at me, with his deep, soulful eyes and say:

Feed me. I am hungry. And adorable, even while picking my nose with my tongue. Feed me. Ignore all the signs that say " Do NOT feed the animals" because, even though I might go feral and attack you and give you rabies and then you will have to get needles and you will DIE im too adorable to resist.

give in.

And I will be remembered as the Girl-Who-Gave-The-Crazy-Cute-Rabid-Red-Panda a piece of tomato and died from a needle-y death.

Well