video/flash game foods I would annihilate (inspired by Sone’t)

Sone’t released a blog about eating food from cartoons and I realized I had a chance to one up her (that I totally didn’t run by her beforehand) and decided to look at my list of “yeah I would eat that” from video games I’ve frequented over the years. note: there will be a separate blog dedicated to ranking undertale food but for now just any valid game food I know of counts

PAPA’S GAMES

PAPA’S FREEZERIA SHAKES

There’s something monumentally wrong with this shake in a way I can describe. I think you pour it on the ground and it keeps its shape. I think you taste the whip cream and it’s as old as 1936, and I am certain they are the type of shakes that make you absolutely ill over the Papa’s Freezeria Boardwalk Siding. And I think the rustic nature forgives that. Or maybe it doesn’t and I’m deluding myself HOWEVER I cannot say with the flavor choices offered if given the chance I would turn down a Papa’s Freezeria shake.

How to Play Papa’s Freezeria – Coolmath Games GuidePAPA’S PASTARIA PASTA

Yeah, this one. I cannot lie to you. Macaroni, spaghetti, ravioli, I don’t care, pasta is pasta. Let me be one of the customers here and I promise I will be a regular. Worst part is I haven’t even played this one, so I’m just speaking from the heart here. Now the actual menu items that aren’t pasta? Kinda tragic, I will not lie to you. The bread doesn’t look bad but these sauces? Who let that happen.

PAPA’S SUSHIRIA SUSHI

Hot take? (Cold take?) Idk, I don’t care, as this just looks genuinely good in a way I can’t explain. Maybe it’s the process that alluring or the fact it’s so symmetrical it’d be hard to mess up sushi from Papa’s Sushiria. I don’t even want to take a bite of the slices, give me the whole unadulterated roll and I’m good.

MINECRAFT

GOLDEN APPLE (GAPPLE)

It’s a gapple, man. Aside from the health benefits that would make me feel rich, it just looks delicious.

Enough said.

WATERMELON SLICE

This doesn’t even look like real watermelon. it doesn’t. they chose the least looking watermelon sprite and I’m so happy they did.

look at that sprite. that is a taste singular entirely to minecraft. that’s what Scott Pilgrim would eat for +10

SUSPICIOUS STEW

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

NIGHT IN THE WOODS

PIZZA FROM THE CLIK CLAK DINER

in game the pizza is stated as below subpar. worse than fast food pizza chains, but I still want it. and idk why—maybe the experience. like.

no charm to its name. not appetizing in the slightest. it’s cheap and probably tastes like cardboard.

we need more like it.

DONUTS FROM DONUT WOLF

I’m mad; these donuts look fantastic. Like the game really didn’t need to go all out because these look genuinely magical or something almost pulled straight out of bee and puppycat? There doesn’t look to be any discernable taste but I don’t think there needs to be, I just kinda want one. I think this is the one I’m most serious about on this whole list.

PRETZELS FROM TROLLEYSIDE NEWS

Now. These are in like an underground tunnel restaurant that does have water next to it

so realistically should these be damp or worse soggy from condensation? Yes. however other than the donuts I fear these may be the only actually well-made food in the whole game. like the donuts are good but these are made by an actual chef and I can’t bring myself to be mad at them even if I really want to be.

The Top Ten Adult Animated Shows of all time. FACT (my opinion)

Everyone take a minute with me and breathe, because oh my god I finally finished this big blog project I’ve been working on. So, for this week’s blog I thought that I would give my opinion. Because everyone loves it when someone else’s opinion is shoved in your face. Especially when it comes to controversial subjects, and in the eyes of the people who read these blogs (literaies) I would say that cartoons are a relatively controversial topic. So today I thought I would spit in the face of those who believe in non-confrontation and give the finite, only true (being my opinion) list for the top ten adult animated cartoons. 

 

ALSO, A QUICK PREFACE- I am not going to be explaining too in depth with the plot on any of these, I am just going to explain why I enjoy them and hope you know what I am talking about. I am also not going to be including animes on this list.



Number 10- Carol at the end of the world

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Carol at the end of the world is a relatively new Netflix original series about this woman named Carol, she lives on a version of earth where a planet is on course to collide with earth in seven months. And instead of freaking out the entire earth has accepted their fate and have decided to devote the rest of their life to living it to the fullest, eliminating all wars and conflicts. The earth is at peace while everyone is on a journey of fulfillment, except for carol, who continues to frustratingly live a life of boredom and mundanity. I enjoy this because it gives a great commentary on the meaning of life as well as gives a great portrayal of the simplistic dialogue that some characters have.

 

Number 9-South Park

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I’m going to keep this one relatively short. I enjoy South Park because of the simplistic animation style and the fast-paced time in which episodes are made. One episode made in just a week means that they get to give commentary on events that are still in the midst of it happening.

 

Number 8- Downtown


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The extent of this show that I assume you have seen is probably through TikTok sounds, which is fair, it is where I found it. But after watching it for the first time I was pleasantly delighted with the show. Even though it is a relatively older show it has an animation style I enjoy and also gives a great commentary on societal reaction to sexual attraction and life in lower income areas.

Number 7- Daria

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I actually don’t have too much to say about Daria, in my opinion it is a classic with entertaining characters and a really cool animation style, similar to the number 8 on this list.

Number 6- Inside JobNetflix Reveals 'Inside Job,' First In-House Adult Animation Series

Ok, sorry guys, but I am going to use this show as a means to rant about how stupid I think Netflix is. Inside Job is an animated show that surrounds the lives of characters who are a part of a secret American organization, it has a bit of drama sprinkled in, but it is mostly a comedy. And let me say, this is one of the funniest shows that I have seen in my life, the comedy, the dialogue, and even the visuals were funny in all accords. However, due to the growing popularity of shows like Big Mouth (don’t get me started on how much I hate this show), it was canceled. Which crushed me, like, I can’t even describe how sad this made me.

 

Number 5-Bob’s Burgers

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While this show does not have the best reviews, (which I can understand) I personally really enjoy this show, I can’t exactly put my finger on why, but I can confidently say that I find this show entertaining, it’s more of a comfort show than anything. To put it simply this is the show that I like to watch while I eat, which is an honor in my eyes at least.

 

Number 4- Moral Orel

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What to say about moral orel, it was an adult swim show from the early two thousand’s that only ran for three years. But only in its three years of running I think that it was one of the most influential pieces of media in adult swim history. Moral Orel is unique in a number of ways, such as its unique commentary on alcohol abuse, and its overall commentary on Christianity and modern-day organized religion. On a final, less important note I really like the designs. While it is animated it is based on real life puppets and clay animation which I think is really, really unique. I think it is a style that is hard to do but when it is done well, I am always a fan.

 

Number 3- Smiling Friends

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So, for the first member of the top three I have smiling friends. I’m going to just explain my opinion and if you haven’t seen it, I HIGHLY recommend watching this show. Out of the top three that I have on my list this is the only comedy that I put, while I do love comedy, I do really enjoy drama, but in terms of comedy, I think that this show is close to perfect. Coming out in 2022, it is a relatively new show, however, with their use of very monotone dialogues and reactions in comparison to their extremely unique animation style it makes for a piece of media that has revolutionized what we know about comedy today. This is why it is on my number three spot.

 

Number 2- Midnight Gospel


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Some might ask, “Oh isn’t that the trippy show” and yes, you might be right, however it is so much more than that. The absolutely incredible dialogue that was sourced from one of the creators’ podcasts that they use for the dialogue on this show is on another level. They speak on topics like meditation, regulation of widespread drug use, death, mindfulness, and mental health.

 

Number 1

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“Oh yea, of course Cooper likes this show,” I can hear your thoughts, Chanel.  But I will not be explaining why this show is at the top of my list, because this show is quite literally a masterpiece, and the only way that I could possibly explain to you how much of an impact this show has had on my life is if you go and watch this show for yourself. I am serious, if you are to take anything from this blog I have written today then please, let it be that you have to watch this show.

Randomness pt4

More random stories 🙂

 

1. My brother ripped his pants at my 10th birthday party. I had my party at Altitude (trampoline park) and my brother decided to wear khaki shorts. This is how the conversation between my mom and brother went when she saw what he was wearing…

Mom: Ohhhh Thomas you better go change into something more flexible. Those are going to rip

Thomas: No, it’s fine.

Mom: Ok well at least bring an extra pair of shorts in case.

Thomas: No mom! I’m not doing that, I told you it’s fine!

We leave for my party. About 30-45 minutes in, he ripped his pants. My dad took him across the street to WalMart and got him a new pair of pants.

2. One time when I was in 7th grade I was dying my hair pink and my dog was in the bathroom with me and as I was applying the dye, it dripped onto her shoulder. After that I rubbed more in so she had an entirely pink shoulder instead of one spot. She ROCKED that look lol.

3. One time when I was like 2 or 3 I took my moms eyeshadow and painted my stomach blue with it. I was so proud of myself.

4. When I was younger I used to dress the dogs in my clothes.

5. Our family friend, Deacon Rick, (yes, he’s a deacon) flicked holy water at me one time when I was like 5 and I hissed at his and he looked at my parents and said, “at least she didn’t sizzle”

6. One time when I was nine I took my house robe, put it on a hanger, taped a sheet of paper(with a face drawn on it) onto the hanger, somehow put my leggings in the robe making it look like the robe had legs, also somehow putting shoes on the leggings making it look like feet, then going to the second story bathroom window and reeling the “person” outside to the first floor window in the family room where my family was.

7. One time (before the house robe incident) I took a little fairy toy of mine and tied some sewing thread to it, hung it out the second story bathroom window, and banged it against the first floor living room window where my brother was. He screamed.

8. When I was in kindergarten I used to cut my hair a lot. The teacher would send me home with my hair in a bag, in my bookbag. My mom still has all of the hair.

9. My brother said this to me when he told me about when I was learning to walk, “You know those toys where it’s a little doll on a stand and you pull the string and it stands up and if you let the string go a little it starts to droop and then fall? Oh yeah, your head was magnetized to the ground.”

Special Interests

I’ve had a multitude of special interests (also known as hyperfixations) over my life. They’ve lasted for years- the shortest one being my first, I believe, and it was on the LEGO movie, which I watched at least fifty-one times according to my counter. I was really young then, and the movie still slaps. My interests shifted as I grew. Undertale, Steven Universe, a myriad of Danganronpa characters from all across the games… Wings of Fire and Warrior Cats were probably special interests too, at one point. Despite how many times my special interests have changed, it wasn’t until recently that a thought occurred to me, years into a hyperfixation I knew was a hyperfixation at the time:

“What will happen when I change hyperfixations? Will I feel like I’ve betrayed my old one? Will I not love it anymore? Will it not make me smile? Will I even notice if its gone, and if I don’t, is that worse? What if I just never change hyperfixations?” 

These thoughts terrified me. Change is a frightening thing, and I really did think I’d feel guilty- like I would be turning my back on the characters that had meant so much to me for years upon years.

Anyways, guess who changed hyperfixatons not that long ago? Surprise, past me, it’s me, and changing special interests didn’t hurt you. It does feel kind of weird, though, which is why I’m writing this post. 

I still love my past special interest, but past me was kind of right. It doesn’t make me smile like it used to. Not in a bad way, mind you- it makes me smile sometimes, but in a mellow way that’s nothing akin to the “oh my gosh are you ready for a five hour rant about this subject” smile it gave me previously. Thinking about it that way does make me kind of sad, but its true. It also sounds harsher on paper than it actually feels. 

Another thing that interests me about this change is that my current special interest is on my own character and my friend’s character, who are story-related. This is my first time having a special interest on something that isn’t a widely known form of media- there’s no show to go to for content, no fanart to see, no fanbase apart from my friend group. I’m already very bubbled when it comes to fandoms, so only discussing it with a small group of people isn’t new, but it’s still kind of weird. On the plus side, though- this is my own character! I can write him as my own, I can make things canon, there’s no terribly out of character fanon (aside from 3:00 am memes.) I also get to write him with my friends, and being present as a story unfolds gives me the same amount of joy as watching a show or reading. So, that’s great! 

That’s pretty much it for this blog post. Minds are interesting flesh blobs.

My thoughts on Frankenstein by Marry Shelley and Dracula by Bram Stoker

Today I am going to talk about two books that I have read recently and recommend to other people who haven’t read them. I know there’s this generalization about classic books being boring but I consider these worth it. 

Frankenstein

I read Frankenstein in under three days, finishing the first four chapters in a singular night. I read this book soon after Dracula by Bram Stoker.

I want to begin this blog by saying that I had no idea what I was getting into when I began reading it. I think everyone has the general idea about Frankenstein given how many times its been referenced but if you have any perceptions of this book not having read it, I can assure you they’re probably wrong. 

Going into it I thought it was going to be a simple story about a mad scientist creating an abomination and having to deal with society’s reaction to said abomination. But this novel goes much deeper than that, it tells a story of love, loss, and revenge. And not being fulfilled by revenge. It’s heavy on the theme of being othered and not fitting in with society. A big aspect of the novel I didn’t expect was how much Mary Shelley honed in on the perspective of Frankenstein’s monster.I don’t want to get too detailed with this because I want to avoid spoiling it but I promise it’s worth the read.  

Dracula

This book was much slower of a read for me than Frankenstein, it took me months to finish due to spans of weeks where I wasn’t reading at all. In my personal opinion because of it’s formatting being mostly newspaper articles and journal entries was harder to get into and there were a lot of chapters that felt very still but when the story was moving oh boy was it moving. A lot of the characters introduced felt like they had a very distinctive purpose and when they were in danger I cared a great deal about the outcome. 

Also as someone who is very into vampires, seeing the early lore of Dracula was incredibly interesting. How almost canine like he was, with him always having his fangs bared and being hairy. Also his ability to summon wolves. 

I do think this book is worth reading though, the way the story builds was very fun and interesting. Once you get used to the format it becomes more fun to read. 

I also don’t want to spoil this book for anyone who hasn’t read it. 

Questions (These titles are really getting bad.)

Hey guys no story today or talking about characters. I wanted to get other opinions on something and if you read the title, you already know but I want to know if you guys think it would be a good idea for me to post more on Tumblr.  I already have some post on there but it’s like two or three, I think. I don’t have many social medias and the ones I do have I don’t really post on but unlike the others I really would like to post more on this one because I feel it’s safer than the others because there are less risks with posting then on say TikTok, Instagram, or Facebook.

     I know someone going to say that Tumblr probably has the same risks as all the other, but I can say with confidence that out of all the Social Media apps/sites that are still running today that Tumblr is the safest. Why you ask because most of the toxic influencers are all on the other apps that they know most of the world population is on all the other apps. So, I just want to know what you guys think about it.

     So, I don’t know if I talked about this before, but I started crocheting and recently I just finished a project and now I’m going start a new one, but with this new project I’m doing I’m thinking of trying to sell what it is so I can make side money because I hate asking for money when I need it. So, I want to know if y’all something like that happen and if yes do you know a way, I can get the word out to people because as said before I don’t really post on social media.

      Do you guys think have a cat is better than having a dog. In the future I want both but some people say it’s not good to have those two animals in the same house but I really want both of them so what do y’all think. Which pet is better to have. My mom and dad will probably never even think about getting me a pet since I’m at MSA and going off to college in like two years, but it doesn’t hurt to try you know.

 

I can’t really think of anything else so how about since I asked some questions in this blog feel free to ask me some questions in the comments (If anyone is still reading this).

If you are still reading this, you’re a brave soldier for reading all this nonsense but thank you and I hope it made you laugh even a little.

 

Have a great day 🙂

Escapism (give me space)

Trigger Warning: description and depiction of dissociative episodes

Flush out all emotion as if discarding a toy. Rid yourself of hell, burdening hell, take this sacrifice and shed it, it is no longer yours. It is no longer needed. Without it, you are free. You are an angel, cutting away your ability to fly. These so-called gifts are burdens, and somehow you may be the only one who understands. Forget, forgive, buckle and scrape it off. Bury whatever you may possess like a body in the backyard.

Detach your mind from your body as if you’d been inhabited by a ghost, a ghost to carry burdens and chase away demons. Your vessel, empty and hollow, becomes the perfect nesting ground for something unrecognizable, its taste for the tormented serves it well here. Meanwhile you’re somewhere else, laughing to your friends and drinking sweet tea on a porch you haven’t seen in fifteen years. Laugh to yourself with a mouth full of glass and pretend you can only taste something sweet. Lime, licorice, cherry punch.

Escape until the stranger in the mirror becomes a painting. Your body is only experiencing every sensation momentarily, they’ll all fade away soon. You grab a table and miss the surface, your hands slipping, and it is then you fall beyond the earth. It is then you know what you are; a bundle of atoms. Atoms broken and scattered across the universe, tied together with loose string. Your hands are made of atoms, pulverized galaxies, fake pieces of earth laying the palm of your hand.

Draw a world made entirely of thought. This is now your sanctum, it’s carved out of space and time. It’s made of all of your tiny indulgences, horrific and unsightly and oh so sickeningly sweet. Hide it far away in the back of your skull where no one can find it, where every tower you’ve built leaks ichor and the rivers are made of gold. The outside world is optional, so keep building until you’re done. Keep building until your towers reach high enough to let you coast high above everyone else, observing the environment instead of bearing it.

Eradicate all together as if it did you wrong. It’s killing you, you tear it from your skin and leave it for dead like , you only have so much that keeps you alive. (It will surface some day, with claws that desecrate the earth, and it will tear you asunder, but today, it hides in your closet, like a dog asleep.)

 

Finale (this is the last one i promise)

Ok guys so I’m going to apologize in advance for how long this blog is going to be, to be honest I hope Dr. A approves it, but if she doesn’t, I’ll probably just cry until she says yes so hopefully that solves its own problem. Anway, here the finale to the story that I have been implementing into my blogs. 

 

Traversing around the front of the living room Otto found each of his breaths becoming faster and shallower.

“Shit, shit, shit” he murmured to himself as he turned the corner and paced the hall, dust erupting from the unswept ground. His eyes wandered from wall to wall. It was only when he made his fourth round back and forth did that thing make itself apparent. Standing at the end of the hall. Its long pale arms dragging across the floorboards.

“Wha-Whar are you” Otto stammered. 

“Wha-Whar are you? ” it repeated back to him in an almost perfect repetition of Otto’s voice.

 

Its elongated legs protrude from its torso in such a manner that any slight movement might cause it pain. It had no hair, its skin pasty and pale. Its facial features seemed minimal beyond comparison to that of a human. No nose, no mouth, just two small black indents in its face that were made to symbolize eyes.

Otto fell back, the floorboards, leaving a litter of  splinters across his forearms.

The creature’s arms dragged across the ground as it began its approach, towering above the top of each doorway. It had to bend its neck just to traverse the hall.

“How is it speaking to me without a mouth, what is going on?” Otto was thinking to himself as its long and sickly arms stretched out towards it with every elongated step that it took.

“No, no. Get Away from me, GET AWAY”









GET AWAY

John heard Otto’s scream echo throughout the lower floors, making its way to the attic quickly. Hurrying down the steep steps to the ground floor, his steps becoming louder and more apparent. His boots were now caked in dust and grime from the attic. 

“Otto, Otto this isn’t funny where are you?”

John searched throughout the first floor, his patience beginning to thin as minutes passed. But it was only when he reached the end of the hall did his feelings of irritation turn into an almost emotional paralysis. Blood painted along the walls and ceiling, dripping onto the floor, and as john put his finger to the wall did he realize that it was warm.

“John?!”

He heard Otto in what he believed to be the kitchen as he began sprinting towards it.Not just because he missed familiarity but because the end of that blood-soaked hallway left John in a continuous state of dread that wished to escape.

Turning the corner John finally caught sight of Otto, his wide and short figure sitting before him. His face sent a wave of comfort upon John as he was drowning in an ocean of uncertainty. 

“Jesus Otto where have you been? “John said, short of breath.

 

“In the basement taking a breaker,” Otto said, checking through cabinets.

 

“I-I heard you scream. “John said, attempting to explain himself.

 

“I don’t know what you heard hut it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

 

“I could have sworn I heard something” John said, in disbelief. 

“Well y-you didn’t” Otto said.

 

It was only when John finally sat down did his nerves begin to subside.

 

“Wha-what are you,” Otto murmured in an alarmed tone.

 

“What did you say?”

 

“What” Otto said, his voice now beginning to differ from how it sounded just seconds before.

 

Yet it was only when John heard the distortion in Otto’s voice did he hear the dripping. A dark crimson liquid began to drip on the ground from Otto’s shirt sleeve, his once calm act had now completely dissipated into a menacing glare. A rancid stench that had finally grown apparent began to envelop Otto.

“Uh Otto are you ok-”John was cut off.

“GET AWAY” Otto, or whatever that was screamed, blood beginning to flow from his mouth and eyes, deep black caverns beginning to emerge where his eyes once resided. That same feeling of panic returned to John as he fell from his chair, scrambling to his feet as he sprinted out of the kitchen, attempting to find a way out of the house. Turning the corner, he cascaded through the living room, as he began to reach the front door, he felt himself begin to lose his footing, slipping onto the dusty carpet floors. But when he stood up something was different, it was there, Otto, or whatever was pretending to be otto, now towered over the frame of the front exit. Its skin peeling off its body as if it was too large for it tp fit within the confines of the muscle tissue. John scrambled to his feet, now attempting to take refuge in one of the many bedrooms. However, he wasn’t running alone now, the sound of giant footsteps berated his ears, furniture crashing behind John as he ran. Screams began erupting behind him as turned into one of the many bedrooms in the house and locked the door.

 

“Go-Goddamnit it otto”

“Wha-what are you.” 

Statements spoken only an hour before being regurgitated through the gargling screams of whatever sat behind that door. 

“There are no other doors, there’s no windows, what do I do? John thought to himself. He was stuck. Stuck not only behind the grand frame of this oak door but stuck behind the ever-growing sense of panic that washed over him.

“Something, there has to be something” John thought to himself, a spark of hope paired with a sense of urgency jumped into his mind. Crawling quietly to the closet the carpet squished underneath him, wet from years of mildew. However the state of the carpet would be borderline incomparable by the time that he opened the closet doors. A mound of muscle and flash poured out of the closet. A tsunami of bones, organs, and bones, all of  it now laying on top of John. The only thing that did not come from the innards of the body was a small white name tag that laid adjacent to John “Osborne Connors” 

“Otto” he thought to himself.

John let out a scream so loud he left his own ears ringing. His once well-esteemed coworker now laid before him in a decrepit pile of flesh that John was no longer familiar with.

“No, no, no, no, no ” John muttered to himself as he crumbled against the wall. The now blood-soaked carpet begins to stain John’s Khaki pant legs. His short and stifled breaths became even less frequent when the knocking began.

The first knock caught him off guard, at first he thought he might have been imagining it. That was until he heard the second, and then the third.

“Stop this please, I’m begging you” he screamed. Yet to no avail the knocking continued, now every thirty seconds or so, the knocking even began to change positions, not just behind the door but below the floor, and above the ceiling.It became louder and faster, and louder and faster. The frequency of the knocking is now going beyond any speed capable by a human.

“Please I’m begging you”

John graspeed the cross around his neck with such strength that blood began to flow from the palms of his hands. Its sharp corners seeped into his flesh.

“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come-”

The knocking suddenly dragged to a halt.

“HalLOweD bE ThY NaMe”



Only blood samples were found of Osborne Connors and Johnathon Patten.







Inside a Mind

One of my favorite things to write is prose; specifically prose about emotion. I love to delve into my character’s feelings and try to write them with utmost detail, hoping to ignite those same feelings within the reader. I haven’t been able to write prose for a while due to other things capturing my attention, but while daydreaming, I came up with a prompt I’d love to share: getting a glimpse into a few experiences having ADHD. Or at least my version of ADHD- there’s plenty of different variants. I love looking into other people’s brains, but I have yet to find anything going into detail on neurodivergent OR neurotypical experiences. I’ve seen explanations, but not anything immersive, which makes sense. Explaining how brains feel is difficult. Still, though. I’ve figured: “Hey, if I can’t find anything, I can at least write my experiences instead!” So… here!

Keep in mind that everyone’s experiences are different, no matter what they have. I am one voice who speaks for one person: myself. 


Overstimulation

You have so many things to do.

There’s a test in three days, laundry to do at home, a shower to take at home, a submission in a week, a math guide due tomorrow, pages to write, the fans are rumbling, you have to finish this painting, you didn’t know you had to paint two, there’s two paintings due tomorrow, your classmate is moving, the sketch won’t stay still, you have a test in three days, you have to study, you have to move classrooms, people are moving- the shuffling of chairs and art supplies fills your ears, but you can hardly hear the noise over your whirlpooling thoughts and the sight of your cluttered desk. There’s a bag of art supplies on the desk’s edge, a jug of paint water to your left, paintbrushes on paper towels to your right, a sketch in front of you, a painting in front of you, and you have to clean up. You have to move classrooms, like everyone else. You have to study for your test, you have a shower to take, you have to finish this painting, you have to finish another painting, so move, move, move, move, move. 

Your heart is beating so fast it feels nonexistent, screaming and bouncing and leaving nothing but a horrifically bright, prickly feeling in your chest as you scramble for your supplies. Cleaning up is such a simple task, and you’re already behind everyone else. Cleaning up is such a simple task, but you’re clumsy and trying to stop the feeling of your lips falling off, your eyes watering, and your tongue rolling. Everyone is doing fine. You have to clean off your paintbrushes, clean off your hands, the teacher is looking at you, your classmate is by the door, you have to throw way the paper towels, you have to move classrooms, you don’t have time to move classrooms, you have to finish  your painting, you have to take a shower, you hate showers until you get in them, you have to study for your test, your hands are shaking, you have to do your math guide, you have to finish your paintings, you have to move classrooms- the teacher calls for you to hurry up as you try to figure out how to fold your sketch. What do you do with all this supplies? Carry it? Leave it? The sketch won’t fold right, and you give the teacher a smile that you hope doesn’t look deranged. The crinkling sketch makes you want to scream; your lips feel like tiny balls of energy are exploding inside your flesh. The crinkly paper feels like it’s shaving off your fingertips and prying off your buzzing hands. You want to tear it to shreds and hit the table. Your chest feels like it isn’t there- like it’s just a gaping hole that’s serrated at the edges, sucking in your limbs and eyes and soul and filling them with prickles, prickles, prickles, FOLD, FOLD, FOLD. You shove the innocent, serene paper into your tools bag, wanting more than the sharp crumpling noise you get in return, but also wanting that noise to shut up.


Daydreaming

It’s testing day in math class, and you’re on the fifth problem of twenty. You’re also off your ADHD medication, and while medication doesn’t solve everything, yours is pretty helpful. Not that it can help you now.

You know you need to finish the problem you’re working on, and you’re staring at the text, pencil in hand. What equation do you need to use? You read the text with furrowed brows, but the words slide across your eyelids like rain on a windowpane. You frown to yourself and try again. The words still slide, and, unbeknownst to you in the slightest, your thoughts slide with them. You stare blankly at the paper you’ve forgotten exists, imagining prose, dialogue, and interactions between your characters. You roll around some scenario that has to do with your special interest, thoroughly captivated by whatever you’ve created.

The inky forms of the text then swiftly fade back into your consciousness. You blink, maybe even jump a little bit- Oh, crap, you forgot about the test. How much time do you have left now? You need to solve this problem fast. You reread the text, having an easier time comprehending them, and move on to solving. Your special interest pops back up, and you end up imagining…

CURSES. You snap back into it again after an undetermined amount of time, still on the fifth problem of twenty. Your time concerns only grow, and you rush to finish the last of the problem- or at least, you try to. You think for too long on one section before you remind yourself of the time limit. You move onto the next problem, and it goes better. You circle your answer, look at the tiling on the floor, and you don’t realize yourself starting to think about…


There are a lot of other experiences I could share, but this blog post can only be so long! Maybe I’ll write some more eventually. For whatever reason you read these, I hope you enjoyed! Second person is pretty fun to write in.

Part 2 of previous blog. AKA: Me Drooling Over Fictional Foods for 400 Words or More

You know the drill.

1. Pretty Patties from Spongebob 

Mr. Krabs is such a hater for not giving these a proper chance. I don’t even care if they turned my feet orange or whatever. They look so good, I mean they’re not called pretty patties for no reason. 

2. Jelly Patty from Spongebob

 

I don’t know why but jellyfish jelly lathered on a Krabby Patty has always looked so good. This looks even better than a regular Krabby Patty, look at the size of that bite taken out the middle. 

3. These cakes from Nao Kai-Lan 

 

I desperately need a slice of all three of these cakes, especially the oreo one, it looks heavenly.

4. Chummy Joes from Spongebob 

 

I forgot what these were made out of if I am being honest but with the way that sea creature was swallowing these whole, I know they have to be good. Also in my opinion chum in general never looked that bad, like I’d eat an order of chum nuggets. 

5. Dumplings from Nao Kai-Lan

 

These dumplings give Kung fu Panda’s a run for their money, if they weren’t 2D I think they’d have KFP beat. The steam coming off them makes them look even more appetizing. I would sacrifice so much for just a bite of these. 

6. Sundaes from Spongebob

 

Just now realizing how much Spongebob has made it onto this list, I am starting to believe I have an obsession. To be completely transparent I am willing to eat almost anything from this show, but the way they make their ice cream look is unmatched in its appeal. I don’t even like cherries with my ice cream but I’d be willing to give it a shot. 

7. Salsa from Drake and Josh 

 

They were really putting in the work making this salsa, and although it got ruined by Meg I would still be willing to try a spoonful. Look at Josh’s apron and the way he’s handling the spoon I just KNOW it’s phenomenal. 

8. Peruvian Puff Pepper from Drake and Josh 

 

I know these were supposedly really spicy and almost impossible to eat but I think I could take it. I wouldn’t want to eat a whole pepper, just a slice, to see what all the ruckus was about. Apparently it’s also illegal so that increases my interest. 

9. Fat Cakes from ICarly 

 

On paper I would objectively hate these. I don’t like things that are overly sweet and I’m not huge on desserts and I imagine their marshmallow outside and their chocolate cake filling inside would make them far too sweet for me. They also have coconut shavings on top and I HATE coconut. So realistically these would not be for me but the way Sam ate these made them look so good. 

10. Jackson and Olivers Cheese and Jerky from Hannah Montana

 

They had lines upon lines of people waiting for these, I just want to understand the hype even though the cheese looks despicable.