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Too Bad It’s Not For Sale… January 31, 2014

Filed under: 2014 — pinkdoughnuts15 @ 3:32 pm

Compound interest has apparently at some point been called the 8th wonder of the world.

I beg to differ.

So I googled the ‘eighth wonder of the world’ and went to look at good ‘ol Wikipedia.

Awww nobody wuvs yew anymore do theyyyyy

Awww nobody wuvs yew anymore do theyyyyy

The results of this VERY LONG HARD SEARCH was the revelation that compound interest is NOT the eighth wonder of ANY world.

After finding this out, I must say that I was very relieved. But during this search, I found out that there were many other things that are consider the 8th wonder. Like, 50 of them. There can’t be 50-8th wonders. That’s like saying “I’ll be back ina sec!” and not coming back for an hour. I mean, I do that all the time, but that’s NO EXCUSE for anybody else.

I also decided to look up the 7 wonders of the world, since I was already looking at wonders anyway. I wanted reassurance that there is a good, solid, dependable 7 wonders of the world.

There isn’t.

There’s 7 wonders of the modern world, of the old world, of the natural world, of the industrial world, of the under-the-sea world (you know, under the sea doesn’t even make any sense. The sea is the only thing that’s under itself. Unless we’re talking about the ocean. But even in that case, under-the-sea still doesn’t make any sense. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT ARIEL)…next there’ll be seven wonders of the toaster (thankfully, I don’t think we’ve made enough toasters for that).

But in looking on that site, I found out that one of the ‘New’ wonders of the world was the Potala Palace.

If I ever decide to rule the world, this is where my headquarters will be. Just saying.

Now tell me you wouldn't want to live here...

Now tell me you wouldn’t want to live here…


The Book Blogger TMI Tag January 30, 2014


First off, I’d like to thank Simply Miko…You made my ENTIRE day, so good job to you.

Now, too the questions at hand!

How old are you?

I am the LOVELY age of 16. Which means I’m old. VERY old. In fact, SO OLD, that I had to emphasize my oldness 3 times. I’m that old (*4 times).

What book are you reading?

I’m reading Violet Eyes, but I SHOULD be reading Insurgent, because it’s due to the library in about a week, and I can’t renew the hold because the waiting line for that book is RIDICULOUSLY long.

What are you wearing?



(One True Pairing, for those who don’t know.)

MUCH.TOO.HARD. That’s like asking what your favorite song is…I don’t understand how people can answer this question. Okay, I’ll go with Percy and Annabeth and Leo and Calypso (YES, I READ PERCY JACKSON. Deal with it.) and (MY FAVORITE) Hazel and Augustus (AGAIN, MY FAVORITE).

Blogger or WordPress?

WordPress. Blogger was really boring. I couldn’t even figure out how to comment on it.

I STILL don’t know how to comment on it.

Going outside being active or staying in and reading a book?

Why would you go outside when there’s books…

UNLESS it’s snowing. Because the world will never understand how much I love snow with all of my soul (I’m thinking it comes from being born so close to Christmas)

OH, or unless it’s raining when it’s sunny outside. It’s like the sun laughing at the whether. It’s amusing.

What is the last book you read?

Howl’s Moving Castle. I must say, though, that I like the movie better. Howl and Sophie falling in love at the end seemed WAY more of an after-thought in the book.

What is the book you’re going to read next?

Exile. It’s a Middle Grade book…but I read the first one and LOVED it (I laughed for a lot of it), so I’ll be INCREDIBLY disappointed if this one isn’t awesome too.

Ebooks – yes or no?

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. I like regular paperback/hardcover books WAY better.

The only way I’d ever use a Kindle or whatever is if I went to some out of country place, and I didn’t feel like wandering from place to place looking for a library that probably won’t have any books written in English. THEN I’d definitely pick ebooks, ’cause I’m not dragging a suitcase full of books that’ll be due in a month to Italy.

Where do you prefer to read?

Anywhere people are less likely to bother me. Occasionally, that means hiding under my bed.

Who is the last person you tweeted?


Whose blog did you look at last?

Simply Miko (I had to copy and paste all these questions, didn’t I?), and before that The Little Engine that Couldn’t (CAUSE HE’S COOL), and before that Ben’s Bitter Blog (because we’re polar opposites. And because he’s funny), and BEFORE THAT…you know what, I think I’ll stop now.

Who is your favorite blogger?


Okay, I like Simply Miko (CAUSE HE’S STILL AMAZINGLY AWESOME), The Little Engine that Couldn’t (CAUSE HE’S STILL COOL TOO), and Fate loves the fearless (BECAUSE SHE IS MY MOST FAVORITE BLOGGER PERSON EVER and because she’s the reason I joined WordPress in the first place), and Is Everyone an Idiot but Me? (because SHE’S FUNNY TOO)

Who is your favorite book-tuber?



What do you do when someone tells you reading is boring?

Walk away. Just walk. Away.

Who is the last author you spoke to?

Uh, I’ve never talked too an author before…BUT I know plenty of bloggers. Kind of. That counts, right?

Who is the last person you texted?


Who is your all-time favorite book character?

Ooooo that’S hard. *Skips*


What is your preferred drink whilst reading?

Whilst? Are we speaking old English now?

Water. Or orange juice.

OR EVEN BETTER, Lemonade. Because lemonade makes everything better.

If you hated reading, what would you be doing instead?

Be social? Have a life? Be school-obsessed? I don’t know…what does everybody else do?

How many bookshelves / bookcases do you have?

One bookcase, three shelves (I’m trying to get my sister to let me use her one shelf because mine are overflowing, but she keeps saying no…)

If you had the choice to meet all of your favorite book bloggers or all of your favorite authors, which would you pick? You can only pick one.

AUTHORS. That way, I can get EVERY BOOK I OWN signed, and then sell it 56 years later for a million dollars.

THAT, my friends, is the way to retire.

Insta-love: yes or no?


Favorite author(s)?

John Green, Rick Riordan, Jessica Day George, Gail Carson Levine, Shannon Messenger, Raina Telgemeier…

What is the number-one book on your wishlist?

If I could read the next Percy Jackson book right now, I would cry pure tears of happiness and joy.


Which is your favourite book-to-film adaption?

As soon as it comes and and after I watch it and decide to love it with all my soul, THE FAULT IN OUR STARS.

What is the last song you listened to?

Let it Go in 25 languages (it’s cool) and Lonely Nights (it’s REALLY good)

Which do you enjoy reading more – negative reviews or positive reviews?

Negative. I like to laugh at them. My friends will get negative comments on everything, and we’ll just laugh together. It’s the best.

But no one ever gives me ANY BAD COMMENTS.

Not that I’m complaining. I like nice comments. I like comments in general. I like reblogging and liking and supportive stuff like that. But I still like reading negative comments better.

Who are you going to tag?

…I almost didn’t even see this one. OKAY, LET’S SEE: Fate loves the fearless, #hartChronicles, brownautumn96 (because I BELIEVE you’re still alive somewhere)…and whoever else wants too!


Facebook Stalking 101 January 29, 2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — pinkdoughnuts15 @ 4:18 pm

Now all I have to do is get a Facebook…
And find somebody to stalk. That too.

Of all the things you lose in a breakup, access to your ex’s facebook may be the worst.  If ever there were a reason to “stay friends” this is it.

12:42PM – He likes another girl’s check-in at a restaurant.

Translation: He was obviously cheating on you the entire time.

3:16PM – He posts a photo of his dog and some random brunette leaves a “how cute” comment.

Translation: He was obviously cheating on you the entire time.

9:02AM – He makes a vaguely positive statement about life.

Translation: He was obviously cheating on you the entire time.

The only thing worse than being confronted with such staggering evidence is not having access to it at all– but even if he’s unfriended you, there are still options.

Option A: The Invisibility Cloak


A limited amount of intel can be gleaned from his public profile but beyond amassing a list…

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*** COMMENT HERE *** January 28, 2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — pinkdoughnuts15 @ 9:14 am

OKAY CHILDREN, you should all HEAD OVER to this so that you can comment. Because I command you.

Pouring My Art Out

I want to break the all-time record for the most comments on a WordPress blog post.


Okay, some of you will see this as a shallow attempt on my part to bump up my stats.

And I’m not saying you are wrong.

But here’s the thing… oh, thing, I missed you, where have you been?

I have always said that I have the best commenters on WordPress. I have two posts that have over 1,000 comments on them… True, half of those are my return answers to comments, because I always answer my comments, but still… And I will even go so far as to admit that my comment sections… OUR comment sections… are sometimes the funniest part of my posts. Are you happy now?

But this all has me wondering what the record for number of comments on one post actually is. I want to see…

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Star Wars, cups, and way too many girlfriends January 23, 2014

Filed under: 2014 — pinkdoughnuts15 @ 12:40 pm
♪ You fill me up ... ♪

♪ You fill me up … ♪

You can't ruin star wars...THINK OF THE CHILDREN

You can’t ruin star wars. THINK OF THE CHILDREN


I like this kid.
But just saying, that looks like a zombie doughnut…


Guess who I’M not dating *removes him as facebook friend*



Well okay then

Well okay then


I love children so much sometimes.


Time’s Warp January 22, 2014

Filed under: 2014,random short story — pinkdoughnuts15 @ 4:40 pm

EDIT: *ONE WEEK LATER* I now realize that I should put a little pre-face thing on this. So HERE IT IS WORLD.

I just felt like writing. So I wrote a story.

Enjoy the amazingness everybody:


The detective slumped forward, putting his head in his hands. Realizing that this probably didn’t look very professional, he straightened his spine, and ran his hands through his tousled hair. He was tired. He’d been in his office with these three ladies, and they hadn’t exactly been helpful. If anything, they were making the case more confusing.

“Okay ladies…let’s start again from the top. What happened, again. What happened exactly.”

“Well, I came home from my job-”

“What exactly is your job?” He swore that if he had to say exactly one more time, he might throttle someone.

“I was GETTING to that,” the lady said indignantly. “I work as a cashier at Happy Mart.”

He cursed under his breath. Everything about that place screamed FAKE!

“Anyways, I got out of my car, and came in through the garage. When I went into the living room, my husband was on the floor…dead.” Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she’d told the story enough times to where she didn’t burst into tears at any mention of her husband. Thank goodness, he thought, or I’d have given up ages ago.

“The same happened with me. I work at that night club bar, and I don’t have a garage since I live in an apartment, but everything else was the same. He was even lying in the same position her husband was,” she said, as she jerked a thumb in the direction of her sister. The first lady dressed in that old-fashioned kind of way…old-fashioned as in she wore flower print dresses with big, flowery hats. It didn’t look bad on her, her figure was curvy and the strawberry blond hair and rosy lips brought the outfit together, but it was disconcerting. She wears stuff my grandmother would wear. She was, however, really nice. She had a soft kind of attitude, and if they had met under different circumstances, he probably would’ve asked her out to dinner.

The second sister was exactly the opposite. She was a little short, and looked a little chubby, though her black hair helped make her look skinnier. She wore biker clothes, and had a very fiery attitude…about everything. For the first few hours, every question he asked was received with ultimate hostility.

“Okay, so you both get home, and your husbands are dead. Right?” The two ladies nodded in agreement.

“Then you freak out, call each other, then call the police. Correct?” They nodded again.

“Okay…but what I STILL don’t understand,” he said as he swiveled his chair to face the other woman, “is why you’re here.” This sister was by far, he thought, the most interesting. She wore outlandish clothing (India? Caribbean?) and she had her hair completely tied back, but in a way that framed her olive skin very nicely. She had been mostly quiet, contributing whatever information he asked, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to really talk with her yet.

At first, he couldn’t believe they were all sisters. At all. In fact, he almost called Ted in to get a finger-print check. But then, he realized, that would add to the tension he already-had-but-didn’t-need. The first one probably wouldn’t touch the ink, the second one would protest vehemently, and the third one…he wasn’t sure what she would do.

“Well she’s our sister, of course,” the first lady said.

“Yeah, where we go, she goes,” said the second lady.

“Uh, okay…how bout I get an answer from her this time? Go on.” He was getting extremely frustrated with these two. They seemed to never let their youngest sister talk.

“Well…I’m here because they brought me. I’m their sister.”

“See? Told you.”

“All detectives are the same…all hoity-toity and-”

“SHUSH. Okay now,” he said, still trying to talk to the third woman, “so do you happen to know anything about the murders?” He had already asked this before, but she wasn’t ever able to answer correctly because one of her other sister always swooped in with some story about how beautiful their wedding days were and how their husbands would take them on picnics or something or another.

“Of course she doesn’t!”

“She wasn’t even here when-”

“OKAY LADIES, I’VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU. SHUT UP, OR YOU’LL BOTH BE ARRESTED.” Surprisingly, they actually did shut up. The first one looked offended and the second one looked like she wished she had a knife, but they were quiet.

“Okay Ms. Future. Did you kill Mr. Past and Present?”

“…Yes. I did.” Mrs. Past and Present’s mouths hung open, but they were still silent as they looked back and forth between the two of them.

Time got out of his chair and walked over to the mirror. While trying to fix his hair, he asked, “Why?”

“Because I was tired of them,” Future said, as if it were as simple as that. “They both married jerks. They both have been shepherding and bossing my around since I was born. Now, at least, I can go to jail and not have to see them again.”

Still combing his hair, Time asked “Why didn’t you just leave the country?”

“They would have followed me. They ALWAYS follow me. They always have to be first.”

Finally satisfied with how his hair looked, he turned around and smiled. “You do realize we have visiting hours…right?”

Future’s face slowly went from confused too a chalky white as her brain registered what he said.

Still smiling, he said “And your sister are always going to be first…just saying.” Time pushed the blue button under his desk drawer. Almost immediately, Ted walked in with a police officer.

“Misery, you can take her away now.”

As Future left, she shot him a withering look. All Time could do was smile and wink.


After everyone had been cleared out, Ted asked, “So how’d you figure it out?”

“Easy, she told me.”

Ted looked confused. “Really? Why would she want to do that?”

Time lounged back comfortably in his swivel chair. This chair had been through many a case with him. “She was protecting someone.”

“Who? She wasn’t even married, and she obviously hates her sisters.”



“Yep.” Time twirled a pencil around his fingers. “Took a little while, but I figured it out.”

Faster then he’d ever thought possible, Ted was behind Time and was holding a knife to his throat.

“How did you figure it out?” he snarled. “We hid ALL the evidence. Everything.”

“Almost. Earlier, I was thinking aloud and wondering if I should bring you in to test everyone’s finer prints. Future was passing by and visibly jumped.”

“She jumped?”

“At least a foot.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyways. You’re going to die, right here, in that annoyingly squeaky chair you love for no reason.”

Time furrowed his brow. Was his chair really that squeaky? He shifted his leg a little bit. Yup, it was.

“Okay then. But one question, are you guys married?”

“As of last weekend, yes.”

“Okay, that’s all I needed to-”

“But just so you know,” Ted interrupted, “Future will always beat Time.”

With those words, Ted stabbed his best friend. At that very moment, a squadron of officers broke through the windows and doors.

“How did y-” Ted glanced over at Time.

With the last of his dying strength, Time managed a wavering smile as he held up a tape recorder that was duct taped to the bottom of his chair, recording every word of the days conversation.


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