Blog Title and My Friend

My blog title came from words that describe me.
First, "Mysterious."
What is the root word? If you guessed "mystery," then give yourself a pat on the back!
According to the thesaurus, mystery means the same thing as puzzle, unknown, strange.
Strange...hmm...Yep, that describes me!
Second, "Delirious."
The synonym of my choice? Craziness.
What is the root word of "craziness?" If you guessed "crazy," give yourself a pat on the back (again)!
Crazy...well...I'd say that describes me too.

So there you have it. The origins of my rhyming name.
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I have a friend
And he is blue.
This is not a lie,
it's definitely true.
He's strong
And small.
Sometimes he curls up
Into a ball.
His favorite singer
would definitely be Elvis.
Sometimes you can see him,
rocking his pelvis.
Who is my friend?
Well, it's not a glitch
when I say my friend
is none other than Stitch.

The Randomness That Is Me

"The Randomness That Is Me" is a collection of thoughts that just type themselves onto Blogger.com thanks to the laptop I am currently holding in my lap, on my bed, while listening to music. I'm a multi-talented person, aren't I? In case you were wondering, (which you SO weren't, but I'm SO still telling you) the music selection is the Spider-Man 2 Soundtrack CD. Hey, don't dis Spidey!

Anyways, I believe I was previously rambling on about something that was not important. In addition to this unimportant topic, I am brain-dead and finding sleep is coming for me pretty fast.
If you suddenly see a huge section of repeated letters, it's from where I probably fell asleep.
...
You were expecting the repeating letters, weren't you? Well, what's wrong with you?! You WANT me to fall asleep?

Honestly, I was hoping this babbling of text would amuse you some.
By the silence right now, I can tell its not working.
...
"That was a joke."
...
And so was the fact that I just put quotes around that OFTEN REPEATED PHRASE.
(Usually found in a certain social studies class, if you catch my drift.)
0:)

In other news, I found that if I look straight ahead, I can see a Goofy hat in my mirror's reflection.
Okay, YES, I'm wearing said hat. I have an explanation though: it's my thinking cap.
..Wow, that just contradicts itself doesn't it? With it being a Goofy hat and being my thinking cap?
If you didn't get it, you don't know anything about Disney.

What a Poor Unfortunate Soul you are.
I mean, It's A Small World, you should know at least a little about Disney.
If you don't, then where have you been this whole time? Under The Sea?
You'll Be In My Heart and prayers that you get out into the world soon.
Most people know about Disney. It's a part of their world. So why can't it be a Part Of Your World, too?
Actually, if you Go The Distance to Walt Disney World, you can Be Our Guest and we'll tell you all about the Wonderful World of Disney. By the end of the day, you and Mickey Mouse would be the Best Of Friends.
Okay, okay. I'm going a little crazy here. We should just forget all about that and start over. Hakuna Matata.


Yeah, I realize that was really corny, but if Mrs. Matthews (or any other disney fans) happen to read this, then you can enjoy that. :)


I've decided that the babbling will cease and you can proceed with your life.

The Canvas of Life

The canvas of life should be well-painted.

It should be bold,

While it's also soft.

It should include faith and hope,

Mixed with passion and joy.

It should illustrate an adventure

And a romance.

It should make you cry,

But also make you laugh.

It should have a sunrise

And a sunset.

It should look exciting,

But not unrealistic.

It should be painted with family,

And not just enemies.

It should be rated a comedy,

But also a drama.

It should show love,

But not fear.

The canvas of life should be well-painted.

And the artist is you.

The Annoyance of the Uncontrollable Dreams

Have you ever had one of those dreams that make you wake up and say, "Well, that was weird," to no one in particular? Was there ever a dream that made you wake up with a sigh of relief knowing the unstoppable horror film has stopped playing in your mind? It's happened one too many times for me.
Last night I actually had a mixture of the two. I dreamt that there was a freakish spider with not only 4 legs on each side, but EIGHT. Weird, right? In my dream, I got freaked out by it and left, but as soon as I got up and started for the next room, I realized it saw my movement and it began to follow me. Since its a dream, of course its going to be crazy, especially since the 16- legged spider crawled towards me pretty fast. About right then, I woke up.
Of course, once I'm awake, I have a moment of relief that it was just a dream, but then right afterwards I smack myself in the face. A sixteen-legged spider? How sad can it get?
Well...
Its pretty sad when it comes to the imagination.
Imagination is great and all, but when it gets the chance to go haywire in your dreams, you kinda wish you could turn it off. Then you have those moments when you want to think of an interesting idea for your blog and you get stuck with the lame Diana-Dreamer* idea. At that point, you really wish you had that wonderful imagination on/off switch!

Since mankind has not yet mastered the imagination power switch, I guess we'll have to deal with the strange dreams that are about you and your best friend going in search of a lost island bearing great treasures on The Black Pearl.

EDIT:
Diana-Dreamer*: similar to Freaked-out Freddy, Scared Sally, Peeved Pete, etc.

EDIT NUMBER TWO:
Diana-Dreamer and the others are just descriptive words with names that have the same-sounding first letters.

Similar Sire, Similar Scion

I'm most like my mother. She and I are always together, so it doesn't surprise me that I've turned out like her. After she had three kids, she says, she has become more like a tomboy. Don't get me wrong, she was even a tomboy as a teen. She used to ride four wheelers and go hunting (I know! Poor Bambi, right?!) with her father, but now she thinks like a tomboy, too. She looks at situations (often ones that include my sister and her friends) and thinks, "They were being dramatic," or "Why pay $80 for a freaking purse?!" I've always thought this way, and I believe that its mainly because I've grown up in an environment where "boy-like" minds rule. I don't mean that my mom is a "total guy," but she doesn't find going on a shopping spree at the Evansville mall something she will be looking forward to, unlike Joy who thinks and acts like the stereotypical teenage drama queen.
By the way, if you didn't know that I'm not a girly-girl, here's news for you: I'm NOT.