Awkward Turtles

Ok so here's the scoop.

I went to the mall today with a few of my gilfriends (that's girl-friends mind you. I'm still single.) and we went to a lot of clothing stores -they were looking for prom dresses, to which I said eww no thanks- but we also went to a few cool stores. After me waiting and begging for a while that we should go to Spencers, they finally agreed. For those who don't know, Spencers is the coolest store for punk jewlrey, random cool shirts that I know of. But it also had a lot of... ok let me just say it flat: Sex toys. I'm not kidding. There were dildo shaped everythings, blow up dolls, weird costume lingerie, EVERYTHING. And one of my friends gets really awkward whenever she's around that kind of thing, or people are talking about it, or pretty much anything sex related. And she has this phrase that she says every time that happens: Awkward Turtle. Now I have no idea why it's a turtle, what makes a turtle awkward, or even why she says it, but she does. I think it's kind of funny, and I thought for a bit about this as I went home from the mall later.

What does an awkward turtle look like? What makes him awkward? Does he have some sort of deformation that makes him awkward? Maybe he speaks a weird language that no one else knows, so whenever he wants to talk no one understands him and that makes him awkward. So I decided to draw an awkward turtle.

Here he is:

He's awkward for many reasons, here's a few:

His limbs aren't the same size.
One of his legs is a deformed human hand.
He has no tail.
He has to walk upright, and uses a cane.
He has bad vision, but only in one eye so he wears a monacle.
He has a beard.
He can't speak any language known to man, so no one understands him.
His name is Melvin, which in itself is weird. (No offense to anyone named Melvin. I actually like that name, but let me tell you, if you met a turtle named Melvin, it would be pretty awkward.)

Okies, so that's really it for today! Toodles!

~Rain

Quidditch, Sippy Cups, and Dreams

1. QUIDDITCH!!! At our homeschool group meeting this week, we'll be pllaying Quidditch! I can't wait. It's going to be more fun than crashing the Bloody Baron's Death Day party!

Ground Quidditch is just like magical quidditch, except that you don't use a broom, and the beaters just tag or tackle people instead of using bludgers. Oh, and the Snitch is a person in a yellow shirt.

I'm really excited because the losers will be deemed butt trumpets for the day, and the winners will probably get cookies or something.

2. I wish I had a sippy cup. I've been using this really old thermos instead though because it has a little sippy thing at the top, so it's the closest thing I have. I already have baby spoons that I use quite frequently, but now I want a baby bottle and a sippy cup.

3. Ok so I had this dream last night, and you know how sometimes your dream just changes and suddenly your at a new place? Well that happened and I was suddenly at the parking lot of Lambeau Feild with all my friends from the homeschool group. There was a huge group of people who had painted their skin and clothes bronze, and they were dancing and singing in a way that made me think of some sort of old romance movie, like Grease or something. And I don't even know the movie Grease so don't say anything about that. The first thing I thought of when I saw all these people dancing like this, was Granger Danger from AVPM. So my friends and I started singing it. And out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy with long brown hair, skinny jeans, and a pink shirt, and he was dancing and singing Granger Danger with us. So I stopped singing and so did he. We looked at each other for a second an then I just went up to him and asked him if I could hug him. He looked like he'd had that happen to him many times before and he answered really casually "Yeah." So I did. And then I woke up. I want to meet that guy in real life. And I will hug him. And I will ask him if he'll be in our Very Potter Musical (My friends and I are remaking it.) So anyway... That's what I've got for today.

Toodles!
~Rain

When I grow up...

I want to be a Human Pet.

I've done some research and found that I'm not the only one out there with  this wish. A Human Pet has a strange relationship with their 'Master'. Sometimes the two will be married, or lovers, but not always. Often they are just friends, or roomates who share a common fasination. Some people might see this relationship and think of slavery, but it is really nothing like it. Pets will get a good home, food, health coverage, and someone who'll take care of them. Masters get a friend who'll be there for them when they come home at night, and often the Pet will even do the cooking and cleaning for them. But it's also a bit of a childish relationship to wish for, being that the Master will also take their Pet out on a leash when they go places, take care of the Pet in a similar way to a child, or sometimes a more degrading way like a dog. The Pet is never mistreated, but sometimes if the Master is feeling particularly dominant, they'll make the Pet use a literbox instead of a toilet, and eat out of a bowl like an animal.

I'd like to be a Human Pet for many reasons, not only do I think I'd enjoy it, but I'd also like to become more submissive. Having a Master whom I must obey, would help me do that.

I also however believe I could be a Master, on the other end of the equation. I'd rather be a Pet of course, but if I ever found someone willing to be my Pet, I would not turn them down. I'm writing a story about a Human Pet and his Master even. I'd rather not post it here, but here's a link to where you can read it if you like. My Master Loves Me As a warning, it is yaoi, which, if you don't know, means "boys' love" in Japanese. It pretty much means it's gay, and not in the sense of how teenage guys say "that's so gay". If you're brave enough to read it, you might also want to check out some of my other stories, which you'll find if you click the button that says "All" at the linked site.

As always, thanks for reading!
~Rain Finnegan.

We can agree sometimes!

Ok so a few days ago I posted a picture on deviantArt similar to the one that I'm using for my profile picture here. I've only gotten one comment on the picture so far, and it was made by a Christian who was trying to 'save me from sin'. I am bisexual, and am not Christian, so I automatically replied to the comment with this:

Sorry, but I'm not christian. I don't believe in 'god', so jesus is simply the son of a lady who wouldn't admit that she'd had sex. This is what I believe. I also believe that being bisexual is just something I am, it's just as much a part of me as the color of my hair, and I don't care if you think that it's wrong, in fact that's why I'm proud, because I know I'm not like you, and in my eyes, that's a good thing. Don't you have something better to do than riddicule people who're different from you? I accept you for who you are, a straight christian who dislikes people who aren't that as well, but yet you can't accept that I'm different from you. That's a shame. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to my life, so why don't you go back to yours as well?
So he argued that he didn't dislike me, and if he did he wouldn't have tried to save me.

I politely replied to say I didn't want to be saved, and he said that that's my choice, he'd done all he could, and that was what 'god' asked him to do. Inwardly at that, I laughed. I thought about it for a while, and thought about how the original Christians said that God had spoken to them and told them to spread the word of Christ and all that, and I thought, maybe they were just schizophrenic... It would make sense if they were, because it's a voice they hear, telling them to do things.

I've since wondered if maybe I am schizophrenic. I hear Liam in my head and I've wondered if maybe he's not really my conscience. He's never told me to do anything, good or bad, so I just considered him to be the voice in my head that most would think of as their consciece, but I really have no way of knowing whether or not that's true. For all I know, he could be a different kind of voice. SOmetimes he insults me, he calls me an idiot, a bad person, and he ofte swears like a sailor. This was my first clue to the possibility that he isn't really my conscience. I've asked him about it (yes, silly to talk to your own conscience, isn't it?) but he had nothing to say on the subject. For now, I live in a mystery, but I hope to figure it out soon.

Hiya!

Hey there! I'm Rain Finnegan, and I'm a Human Pet. Or at least I want to be. But let's get into that later. Laim (my conscience. Yes, I named my conscience) and I have decided to make a blog. We doubt anyone will read it, but we don't really care. Even if no one does read it, we'll pretend people do, just because it's more fun that way. We were inspired to write a blog by another blog Hyperbole and a Half. We think we should stop referring to ourselves as 'we' because then if people do read this, it may get confusing because we're one person.

How's this? I'll just talk as if I'm the only one here. Sorry if my blog is boring so far, I've just never done this before. How about I tell you a story? I can make the blog about stories if you like. I'm a fiction writer, so that might be a good idea.

Story:

Timmy was only seven years old whe he decided he wanted to be an astronaut. He built a space ship for himself and he was very excited to go to space. He dragged a large cardboard box out of his garage and used a paint set and saftey siscors to craft his ship.

Word that Timmy had built a spaceship spread around the town, and soon Timmy had all the kids lined up in his driveway, asking if he can take them into space. He said he could, and he did, one by one, the kids went in with him and he showed them all the buttons and controls inside it that he used to drive it. e even made sound effects and with a little imagination, all the kids believed that they were actually going into space. Every day, with all the other

Ok you know what, this is getting stupid. This blog isn't for kids! So why would I write a kids' story! Truth is, I have not idea, I just got bored. Ok so now my Attention Defficite Dissorder has decided that I'm going to write something else...

PIGFARTS!!!!

Ok so now I'm in the mood for some Very Potter Musical stuffs, so how about that? If you don't know what that is, you suck. But go here anyway, because then you won't suck. A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel. YAY!!! Ok so I'll just go on in this style. I'll write random crap that I get destracted with, is that ok? I really don't know...

I like bubble wrap. It's all 'pop-pop pop pop'... anyway... about this Very Potter stuff, it's really funny and I recomend it to everyone who know about Harry Potter. It's made by college students, comepletely non-profit, they did it just for the heck of it. I love it.

So uh... I could go on and on about it but I'd rather not get into it right now, just go watch it. This blog sucks now... if you read this, you have two options:

1. Go somewhere else. This place is boring.

2. Wait until I post something else because by then I'll have actually planned something good to write. Maybe I'll post stories or something... I don't know, I'll figure something out. And it'll be good.

For now, Toodles!