Are you there, God? It's me, Dibsy.

It's been many years since I've posted here...or even looked back at this. It always gives me a harsh tug in the heart strings. I'm so glad I was part of this community...I know hardly any of you guys will read this. I hope you're all happy wherever all of you guys are. You guys were some of the most important friends I had during the rough ages of my adolescence...I think I was like, 12, when I made this blog. I'm turning 19 in February. You guys really did shape me and I'm glad that out of all the online communities I was a part of when I was young, it was this one. A safe place, not based on looks or likes or anything...I love you guys. I know none of you will read this. But if anyone is, I just want you to know I'm a film major now, and it's the love of my life, and I'm happy. And I'm very different from how I was over 5 years ago, just as I expect you guys to be very different. But I haven't forgotten you guys...if anyone wants to reach out, I have a variety of social networks. The memory of this time in my life is one I'll always look back on with love...I love you guys, and I didn't even know most of your names or how you guys looked.

Here's to a time we once had. Cheers.

Let's celebrate.

So today I went to the library and checked out a book.

It was called Castration Celebration. The cover kinda looks like High School Musical.

link ----> http://www.amazon.com/Castration-Celebration-Jake-Wizner/dp/0375852158

:3

I let a string of fails befall me. :(

i set fire to my oven :(

and then my ensure bottle ripped in half :((

then it rolled all over the sink

and the kitchen floor

and the oven...is on fire. :(

well not anymore. but five minutes ago.

So, I'm sad.

And when the oven was on fire I was screaming, but my brother was ignoring it cuz I always scream. -.- And then ten minutes later he FINALLY comes with a bucket of water. And the fire is already gone. :(

HOLY CUPCAKE.

It's been...A WHILE. o.o It's been long. i guess I rediscovered Blogger again when my Grafitti on Facebook wouldn't post, so I uploaded it here so my friend could see it. :D When that didn't work, I just uploaded it to Tumblr. I seriously was not expecting anyone to comment on that post, but you guys did, and I'm glad for it, because you guys have inspired me to post! ;D

I think I've changed a lot since I've last posted it. :O A LOT HAS HAPPENED.

Contrary to what you probably think, I didn't go die in some island or neglect my Blogger because of schoolwork. Dx in fact, I've been online nearly everyday...on Facebook. =.="

So if you guys really want to catch up on me and my weirdness, you can do three things:

• Email me at princesstoby@sbcglobal.net ;D
• Formspring me at: http://www.formspring.me/TofuuuSaysRAWR
• Or add me on http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=1094557494 :D
• You could give me your cell phone number to text? ;D (<---Yeah, that's a stretch.) Let's play the trust game. ;)
  

Anyways, what's up? Comment telling me what awesomeness has been going on in your life. ;D

Yeaaah. Tap that sexy little button right down thereeee.

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I have a tumblr and a myspace too, but Blogger pwns tumblr by awesomeness and myspace scares me now.

Unless ya'll are moving to tumblr, in which I shall gladly join you guys. Cuz it looks cool and SHINEH.

Hmmm. What can I do that will amuse the few people who go on Blogger now? -brain splodes-

Looking back at my previous posts, I have realized...I was a spaz. I am a spaz. A proud spaz I be.

And before I'm too lazy to think up of anything else, Ima repost some snippets of my older posts. Just to bring back the memories. ;D

(by this i mean using copy and paste to make you reread entire posts -.-)

1. You're walking across a fast food restaurant, when the mascot, some sort of large, yellow duck fish thing, tries to mug you. You-
A) Let him mug you. Go to 2)
B) You grab a nearby child and swing him around and around, knocking the yellow duck out. Go to 3)

2. You let him mug you. The duck blindly runs off into the street and gets hit by a bus. You seem unfazed, but soon an employee of the restaurant bursts out the door and looks at you accusingly and shocked. You:
A) Cry loudly and exclaim you didn't do it. Go to 4)
B) You look at him coldly before walking away. Go to 5)

3. You run away blindly in fear, before getting randomly hit by a bus. EPIC PHAIL

4. The employee doesn't believe you, and threatens to call the cops. You:
A) Repeatedly exclaim that you didn't do it, hoping to scare him off. Go to 6)
B) Tackle him. Go to 7)

5. He tackles you and grabs your neck. You can tell that he is about to make you bite the curb. You:
A) Push him off into the street. (8)
B) Let him. (9)

6. He becomes frightened and runs blindly in the street. A truck selling cream cheese hits him, and he dies. The cream cheese truck turns blindly to you. You:
A) Get out of the way. (10)
B) Do an Edward Cullen and push the truck away with your bare hands. (11)

7. He throws you off and runs off. You continue to walk away as if nothing happened, and at the age of 26 you marry a hot babe named Divona, raise two kids for 10 years before realizing that they are not yours but your brother's, which led to your taking up booze, having a secret affair with your secretary and working late night shifts. One day you catch Divona and your bro in the act, and you blindly shoot them before running blindly to the street and getting hit by a truck. EPIC PHAIL

8. He gets hit by a bus. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU JERK. EPIC PHAIL.

9. You die. What the cupcake were you thinking?! EPIC PHAIL.

10. You survive. You continue to walk away as if nothing happened, and at the age of 26 you marry a hot babe named Divona, raise two kids for 10 years before realizing that they are not yours but your brother's, which led to your taking up booze, having a secret affair with your secretary and working late night shifts. One day you catch Divona and your bro in the act, and you blindly shoot them before running blindly to the street and getting hit by a truck. EPIC PHAIL

11. You die. What the cupcake were you thinking?! Edward Cullen doesn't exist, you silly goose!!! EPIC PHAIL.

EPIC END. :P

CHILDREN BOOKS YOU WILL NEVER SEE!!!

• Strangers Have the Best Candy
• The Little Sissy Who Snitched
• Some Kittens Can Fly!
• Kathy Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her
• The Attention Deficit Disorder Association’s Book of Wild
  Animals of North Amer-Hey! Let’s Go Ride Our Bikes!
• The Kid’s Guide to Hitchhiking
• You Are Different and That’s Bad
• Dad’s New Wife Michael
• POP! Goes the Hamster…and Other Great Microwave Games
• Curious George and the High Voltage Fence
• The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables
• Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will
• The Care Bears Maul Some Campers and Are Shot Dead
• How to Become the Dominant Military Power in Your
  Elementary School Controlling the Playground: Respect
  Through Fear
• What is That Dog Doing to That Other Dog?
• Why Can’t Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet Be Friends?
• Bi-Curious George
• Daddy Drinks Because You Cry

LMAO!!!

My thanks to chainletters.net! xD

VWAT FOOD ARE YOU!!!!! HOROSCOPE!!!

Croissant (March 21-April 19)
You are elegant and decadent. You are also kinda flaky. Your special color is buttery yellow.

Ramen (April 20-May 20)
You are cheap and easy-but I mean that as a compliment. Your special color is whatever's the most inexpensive.

Onigiri (May 21-June 21)
You are simple and direct, and you sure know how to accessorize. Your special color is seaweed green.

Strawberry (June 22-July 22)
Why you little tart! You are just impossibly irresistible (unless someone's allergic-then you are just deadly) Your special color is overripe red

Creampuff (July 23-August 22)
Though you may appear fluffy and inconsequential on the outside, look deep within yourself and you will find-oh wait, more frivolous sweetness. Never mind. Your special color is cream. (Of course)

Tea (August 23-September 22)
You are an intrinsic part of many people's lives, but sometimes you take yourself a little too seriously. Try adding a little milk and sugar and give yourself a swirl. Your special color is perfectly brewed brown.

Marshmallow (September 23-October 22)
You can be squished, stretched, and even burnt on a stick-but you are always sweet and gooey on the inside. Your special color is toasted-to-the-point-of-almost-black.

Adzuki (October 23-November 21)
You are at your best when you are soaked, mashed, sweetened and crammed into things. Your special color is sugary red.

Pancake (November 22-December 21)
You are a fluffy, tasty delight-but naughty too. You are a dessert disguised as breakfast. Your special color is syrupy orange.

Spam (December 22-January 19)
You are full of mystery. And probably some snouts and hooves. Your special color is a very disturbing dark pink.

Miso (January 20-February 18) (THIS IS ME!)
You are a warm and savory bowl of comfort, but there are quite a few things bobbing up and down your spiritual broth. Your special color is clear. (D: The only one that people can't wear without fear of judge....)

Mochi (January 19-March 21)
A sweet and sticky mess (<--that's what she said), often with a surprise nestled deep within. Your special color is whiter than white.

Arrrg. >.< Apparently I have adult content in my posts because I'm on my brother's home comp where it has all these securities and blahh (He's 8) and it won't let me see the rest. ;/

Anywho,

CIAO DARLINGS!

LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

Screaming and Laughing and Running...all the while a Starbucks latte in hand.

My friend and I were at our old elementary school and decided to go to the cemetary right across the street from our school. Awesomely, the cemetary is where Micheal Jackson was buried.

Anyways, we just walked around the graves and big hills and castles and stuff. Her name is Josie and she was holding a latte...actually from 7-11, but let's just say it's from Starbucks.

Josie and I aren't actually that close, we're just friends. Like, if friends were on a closeness to distance scale, we'd be a 5.

1. Uber close-you're attached to each to each other
2. Very close-it's like your arms are stitched to each others!
3. Really close-it's like a permaneant hug!
4. Close-like hand in hand close
5. Don't talk much to each other, but would be close if they had a chance-like wrapping around your elbow close
6. Don't see much of each other, probably shoulder to shoulder
7. Don't speak OR see much to each other, probably arm to arm
8. Don't EVEN speak to each other-turned away close
9. Don't even SEE each other-like across the room close
10. Don't even SEE or TALk to each other close, but know of each other-acquaintances, in two different rooms

And let's not even start on "friends with benefits" and to the next step, "secret affair", "bf/gf", "fiance fiance", "marred", and "old couple".

Anyways, at first we though we were there just because we were bored, and then we thought we were there to see Michael Jackson's grave. But mostly we just walked around.

Anyways, halfway into the cemetary walk we saw a castle, so we tried hiking up there, before we saw Ana and her bf Jerry, where we talked and got introduced to Jerry before I checked the time.

Anyways, I had to get back to the elementary school really quickly because I had to go pick up some kids, so I started to run down the big grassy hills, the soil sprinkled with millions of tombstones.

I ignored Josie's screaming at me to come back and smiled as I heard her footsteps pounding across the grass next to mine.

So we were just running and screaming down the hills, laughing our way down, Josie's latte going spolsh splosh splosh against her plastic cup, surrounded by dead souls.

We were practically hyperventilating when we reached the bottom.

It.

Was.

Awesome.

It's kind of hard to describe the kind of awesomeness I felt. It's kind of ironic to see two girls, really ALIVE and HAPPY, surrounded by millions of dead people.

Anyways, we went jaywalking back.

THE END. =D

Goodbye, 2009. In fact, goodbye to this decade, too.

Man, this decade has been awesome. I'll really miss it.

Just like some kids go nostalgic for the 1990's, I know I'm gonna miss the 2000's. It may not have been the best year, or the most memorable, but that's what I love about it.

But then again, who am I to say? I'm only 12, turning 13 in February. This decade is the only decade I know.

What will next year bring? What will the next decade bring?

Anyways, if I don't die in some sort of weird outragous scenario in the back of an alley tonight, I'd like to say,

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!