Sorts of Things That Happened to Me Today

Here’s a list of stuff that happened today:

• I mooshed cornbread in between my fingers until it turned grey.  This also works rather well with sushi rice, french bread, and the inside of bagels.  Anything doughy or really squishy works well.

• I shoved the remainder of the cornbread into a thermos of chicken soup and ate it.

• I watched a guy yelling and raising a fork.  Multiple people responded with their forks.

• I slipped and fell after running through the halls after the science teacher tricked me into believing that I was late for class after the first bell rang.

• I attempted to work with an awful computer.

• I stared at random people, making weird expressions.

• I wrote down a poem and had to re-break the lines so that it actually was a pantoum.  But then it kind of died.

• I left my thermos in the science teacher’s room and had to run back and get it.

• I tried to catch up with some people to try and tell them that telling the science teacher that it was his fault that I’d been in the hospital after falling after running to try to get to my next class wouldn’t work.

• I gave up doing the previous thing.

• I got ‘Surfing USA’ stuck in my head.

• I watched the new Steven Universe and my brain fell out of my body and rolled away.

• I watched the new Adventure Time and my brain had to roll back into my head to roll out again.

• I gesticulated forcefully, waving chopsticks, talking loudly as rice fell out of my mouth and onto my shirt.  It got stuck to it until I picked it off.

• I thought about putting together a photo story.

• I thought about all the comic book and cartoon characters I have ever falling in love with. (Want a list? Um… Johnny from Maple Town Story, Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe, Larisa and Cloud from Sandra and Woo ( etc.)

• I began to seriously question my sanity.

Thanks you!



P.P.S. Larisa is insane.

Hmmm — Stuff that should add a bit of interest.

Sergio Aragonés.  Ub Iwerks.  John Stanley.  Kate Leth.  Carl Barks.  William Van Horn.  Art Spiegelman.  Melanie Gillman.  Daan Jippes.  Ryan North.  John Allison.  Jack Hannah.  Don Martin.  Malachai Nicole.  Ethan Nicole.  Osamu Tezuka.  Andy Runton.  Emmanuel Guibert.  Marc Boutavant.  Yuki Midorikawa.  Jeffrey Brown.  Irving Tripp.  Marjorie Buell.

Man, I hope I spelled all those names right.

Mmm.  Google Drawings thingies.

Mmm. Google Drawings thingies.

Originally made entirely out of arrows.  Looked terrible.

Originally made entirely out of arrows. Looked terrible.

From a baby book that used a weird font.

From a baby book that used a weird font.

Maybe some of you recognize this guy- or not. :|

Maybe some of you recognize this guy- or not. 😐

I just tried adding a sock monkey story preview, but it didn’t want to upload.  Ah well.  And I should probably get off the computer, or else I won’t be able to sleep tonight.  Stupid daylight simulating lights, and stupid primitive brain for accepting them as real!


Well, anyways, goodbye!


I SHALL KILL YOU, REBECCA SUGAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just watched the newest episode of that one show.  Steven Universe.  Seeing as I don’t have a TV, I watched it on that other thing.  Here is basically how I felt:
















Mostly just a bit of other randomness

Yes… randomness… Okay, today it rained, so this is what I did:

Right… it rained, and I had math and was in lotus position for a lot of it.  I still wonder why I am two years up in math if I can’t even hold the book right. (or flip a picture right-side up)  Well, it is CPM (College Preparatory Mathematics) and does try to make math simpler by making it complicated, and (pause)  Actually,  I’ll save the Common Core rant for another day. 😉

Seeing as my computer is being slow and I was going to post a Sylvanian story, it decided to reload all my tabs without my consent, sending all my photos into the black hole of unsaved content, and I am too lazy to re-upload them. :/

Right then.  So, I suppose this will be another post about randomness.

It was raining.

Then I ran around barefooted in the pouring rain.

Okay… more random stuff…

Hm. Monkeys are cute!  APPLESAUCE!  And… dragons!!!

The beans aren't actually green.  The jar is.

The beans aren’t actually green. The jar is.

Little fan and club tail. (yes, I make sure that my dragons are the correct gender.)

Little fan and club tail. (yes, I make sure that my dragons are the correct gender.)

I made them out of Sculpey and dressed the older boy in some smallish Sylvanian clothes.  I might make something for the little girl… hmm…

So… the little girl has a name.  She’s called Li.  I thought it was fitting, seeing as she has a pearl of power, and her older brother (yet to be named) does not.

Okay then.  Any suggestions for names for him???  Comment to answer!  I would prefer Chinese names, seeing as they are Chinese dragons, but Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, or Indonesian names work, too.

Thanks for tolerating my weirdness,

Changuita 😛

Double Post: The Long Plane Ride (Part One) and The Vision Stones Installment Three

The two winning monkeys are headed to the Caribbean!  They will first board a plane in Nevada, which will take them to their dock in Mexico.

¡Los dos changos ganadores van al Caribe!  Primero, irán en un avión en Nevada, que los llevará a Mexico, donde espera su barco.

I think they live pretty far away from Mexico considering how long this flight took.

Pienso que viven muy lejos de México considerando que largo tomo el vuelo.

Well, here it is:

Bueno, aquí está:


Flight Attendant: Hi… Um- Welcome to the plane!

Atendente del Vuelo(¿?):  Hola… er- ¡Bienvenidos al avión!


Ristleton: Hi……

Ristleton: Hola…..


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  I call this seat! (giggles)

Dr. SquiggleEyes: ¡Esté asiento es mío! (ríe)


Tiny Hippo:  I’m flying alone… it’s spooky.

Hipopótamo Pequeñito:  Estoy volando solo…. me da miedo.


Flight Attendant:  I’ll help you.

Atendente del Vuelo:  Te ayudaré.


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Hmmmm….


Ristleton:  Um……


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Is this a staring contest?

Dr. SuiggleEyes: ¿Es este un concurso de mirar?


Ristleton:  Eh…… no.


Dr. SquiggleEyes: Aw…


Let’s watch TV!

¡Miramos la tele!


Ristleton:  Can you push Free WiFi, please?

Ristleton: ¿Puedes empujar el WiFi gratis, por favor?


Dr. SquiggleEyes: I’m going to watch cartoons.

Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Voy a mirar dibujos animados.


Heh. Heh.

Je. Je.


Ristleton:  (sigh) Ugh…

Ristleton:  (suspiro) Ugh….


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Heh heh heh!

Dr. SquiggleEyes: ¡Je, je, je!


And now…. The Vision Stones part three!!!!!!!!!!

When it reconstructed itself, Ristle only had faint recollections of what had happened while it was in pieces.  People had told him how his parents had decided to go on an adventure date, slipped into a cave while climbing a cliff near the sea, and how there had been a cave in, while they where inside the cave.  Their bodies were probably trapped under the cliff.  How romantic.

But that was not what Ristle was worried about; or sad about.  He was sad and worried and alone because, when the world reconstructed itself, he was completely alone, on a tiny island, in a sea of sadness.

His insides had been completely wrenched out by that iron hand, and a stringy, lurking, missing, empty space remained.  He only felt the pain.  His stomach hurt.  He wanted to hear his parents again.  He hoped that he would hear them approaching, and see their laughing faces as they shouted, “April Fools!”

But they wouldn’t.  They were gone.  Something had just… grabbed them away.  And never, never, never ever again, would he smell hot breafminner bacon cooking, never would he walk to school with his father laughing beside him.  And never, never ever would his parents return.  They were gone.  Gone, as though a gust of wind had swept them away.

These thoughts swirled inside Ristle.  He was angry, mad at them for leaving him.  But he was sad.  And he was mad at himself for feeling like this.

The first thing he did when he got home was go into the bathroom and vomit.  He vomited up all the cake he’d eaten at the meadow, and it didn’t taste as good as when it had gone down.

Strange people were in his house.  They wandered about, talking amongst themselves, sobbing, weeping, or helping themselves to the jerky and crackers in the cupboards.  They must have been his parents friends.  But they stayed away from him and his bedroom.  He liked that, if liking something was even possible for him at that moment.

He kept the room dark.  He curled up, under his blankets, and lay there, crying his eyes out, hardly able to breathe.

And then he remembered that awful feeling he sometimes got, when he felt like there was a ghost in the house, or else some stupid person trying to break in.  he always reminded himself, at these moments, that his parents were in the house, and that that meant that he was safe.

But now, now there were only these strange people in the house.  Was he safe?  Would he ever be safe again?

“Mama….,” he whispered into the darkness. “Daddy?”

Wow, he thought. How stupid am I?  They’re dead.  They’re gone.  

And he hugged himself and cried until he fell asleep.


When Ristle woke up, he didn’t want to be awake.  He didn’t know what he wanted.  All this sorrow made him feel bored.  He was numb, and he wanted to feel again.  But it wasn’t boredom.  Because when you are bored, you can sometimes distract yourself.  This kind of sorrow, you can’t distract yourself at all.  But you can try.

When Ristle got up, and left into the kitchen, through the living room, there were only two people sitting there:  an ancient man, with loose skin scattered with liver spots, and a tiny woman, with dark skin and hair tied back behind her in a ponytail.  Neither of them acknowledged Ristle.

In the kitchen, Ristle got down jerky, a plum, and some hard, black bread.  He plucked a banana leaf from the tree next to the sink, and sat down at the counter.  He tried to eat the bread.  But his throat clenched up on it, and an awfully warm, disgusting, full, feeling crept up his stomach.  he set the bread down.  He picked up the small, nearly round, very red plum.  He took a small bite of the bitter peel and tried to force it down into his stomach.  His throat itched.  So he left the food lying on the marble counter, and retreated into his bedroom.

After twenty minutes of sitting in the depressed darkness, he left into the bathroom and vomited water.  Then he sat on his bed, shaking.

He turned on the radio, and tried to embed himself in the music that trailed softly out.  he hugged himself and rocked back and forth, hoping to become trapped in the endless tune that came from the tiny box.

There was a knock on the door, and ristle quickly shut of the radio.  The knock came again, now very soft.

“Go away!” Ristle shouted, now feeling angry. “Go away and leave me ALONE!!!”

But the door opened nonetheless.  A small girl stepped in.  She wore a simple, pink blouse and a blue skirt, along with blue slippers on her tiny feet.  She had raggedy, brown hair, and a headband pulling it back.

The newcomer was tiny and petite, but seemed to radiate power, or else some unknown knowledge.  Ristle’d always thought that people who spoke of vibes were absolutely insane, but here he was, feeling the vibes of a delicate looking, yet seemingly rough and tumble little girl.

“Ristle,” she said softly. “Ristle, come with me.  We need your help.”

“NO!” screamed Ristle, severed from his strange trance. “No, I’m NOT going with you on some lunatic COUNSELING offer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“No, Ristle,” How dare she stay calm while I suffer this grief? “Your parents.  They’re alive.”

Ristle turned around.  He shook his head, but she nodded, extending her hand.  And they left in silence, past the strange people and out into the street.

Wow, long post!

Bonus:  How I am currently wasting my life:



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Ristleton’s Suitcase Contents

Ristleton is all packed:

1. Picture of Mivsie

2. Stuffed Toy

3. Spanish/English Phrase Dictionary

4. Toiletries

5. Money

6. Travel Guides

7. Diary

8. Camera

9. Cap

10. Clothes

11. Cup

12. Bathrobe

13. Magazines

Some of his stuff...

Some of his stuff…

And now, since I’ve decided to always have a special feature for Ristleton and SquiggleEye’s travels, the special feature:  an excerpt from Ristleton’s English to Spanish phrase dictionary!

Common Phrases to be used in a Restaurant

1. Ordering

You should probably order something someone else orders, or try your best at deciphering the menu.

To order, say, “Quiero el/la…(kee er o ehl/lah) and tell them what dish you want.  Quiero or Yo (yoh) quiero means I want, so saying that would be like saying “I want the…”

2. Etiquette

Por favor (pore fah vore)- Please

Perdóname (pear doh nah mey)- Excuse me/ Forgive me

Estás Perdonado (es tahs pear doh nah doh)- You are excused/forgiven

Gracias (grassy ass- no pun intended 🙂 )- Thank You

3. Restroom

Necesito el baño (ness eh see toh ehl ban yoh)/ Quiero el baño (kee er oh ehl ban yo)- I need/want the bathroom

¿Puedo ir al baño? (poo ehd oh eer al ban yo)- May I use the bathroom?

¿Dónde está el baño? (don deh es tah ehl ban yo)- Where is the bathroom?

So, you may ask, Changuita, why would Ristleton need an English-Spanish guide?  And I answer, Because that’s the dominant language of the islands they might visit on their cruise.

Also, I don’t know French. 😉  Or any other languages other than Spanish, English, and Gibberish. 😛

How I am currently wasting my life:

I have like five drawings depicting me like this. :D

I have like ten drawings depicting me like this. 😀



Wasting My Life

How I have been wasting my life so far this weekend, instead of working on Ristleton and SquiggleEye’s new story:


Applesauce!!!  Oops, speled it wrong in the picture! 😉

Changuita+Computer= @_@

Changuita+Computer= @_@

Plants and Philosophy

Plants and Philosophy



Such a procrastinator! 😛