largely unscathed

and wading through a giant stack of pictures to show you guys from Lady Arin's house. Looky: She has a creek, and I am jealous. Oh look, and dark and blurry picture of me dabbling about in said creek. In my period clothing. Lol, Milady gets it.

This after I lent her my scarf, and I found a nice log to stand on:

Oh, the sidekick switched skirts with Her Ladyship while standing in the water so that we could take this picture. It was so boss, you don't even know. And look, the sidekick's shiny new camera adds these horrid red numbers to everything. Gaah.

Oh, we finally sawed that heinous stock-thing off my flintlock sidearm! And sanded down the jagged edges with the belt sander and everything, and we still have all our fingers. And look there, a feather in my ear. Whoa, whose camera was this, anyway?

And there I am, being deceased. The sidekick had a friend over that night as well, so we all went out and took extremely violent pictures in the middle of the night. It was fabulous.

Wait a minute, what's that there? (Besides more period clothing on teh Kippeh.)

Why, I do believe it's a path. Milady's most excellent father apparently mowed a path through the forest for no discernable reason. When I discovered this, I took off running down it immediately, not bothering with shoes or any of that nonsense. Milady made me run down it about twenty times again, trying to get a good picture. All of them are blurry.

This is the dreaded Witch's Villa. Just look at that bright red trim. Clearly unnatural and sinister. Psh, NOT. I love that freaking cabin.

The maiden, like all clever maidens eventually do at some point in their lives, decides to spy upon the witch, in order to discern if there is any method by which the she-monster might be slain.

Wooden stake through the gut. Yep, that generally does the trick. Now for this blasted door...

Whoops, the maiden got a little distracted. Yay for multiple layers of skirts.

Um, yes. Winning much.

Oh yes, I remember, there was smiting to be done! Back to that now.

I love the fact that there's a doorway in the middle of the forest there for no particular reason whatsoever. Totally makes my day.

The sidekick invented these little guys. They're called squidges, and they are the best thing ever. You can throw them back and forth, and squeeze them and cuddle them and splatter them all over the ground. Multipurpose squidges.

Also, delightful cupcakes were had.

So there is my epic four-day weekend with Her Ladyship. As a side note, we watched The Princess Bride because neither Milady nor the sidekick had seen it previously, and the sidekick's associate and I were mortified. But they've seen it now, so it's okay. YAY TEAM WESTLEY because it's the pirate/ninja alliance in disguise! LOLWIN. We also watched Proof, which has Jake Gyllenhaal in it and is quite brilliant, although sort of depressing. Couple of great lines though. And by the way, I gave the Lady her REAL birthday present, not just the little temporary one, and I think she liked it, so yay. It was fun to make, in any case.

Which reminds me - Arin had a fabulous idea while I was there. She suggested we draw a completely random picture of whatever, and then write whatever comes to mind about it, curving the words around the actual drawing. We ended up with a biker fairy who's muttering grouchily about this girl who won't have him. It's pretty hilarious. Anyway, I was inspired to try something similar with this boring sketch of my new character Thomas, who sprouted right out of a video we watched in history class about the Vietnam War last month.

Oh, you know what sucks? My parents' scanner, that's freaking what. But in any case, the text reads thusly (don't be too frightened):

"Go back!" I screamed, waving an arm, but the thunder of mortars drowned me out. Thomas kept on coming, and I watched the others fall: first Wizard, then Beans and Trigger, then the world went swirling off to black.

(there ought to have been a paragraph break there, but no room)

When I woke up later, everybody was screaming at everybody else.

"I can't believe you, Private! We lost three great guys because of that stunt you pulled back there. Dangit, Thomas, what were you thinking, just running out onto the no man's land like that?" Sarge was beet red in the face, going on fuschia. "Never do anything like that again, you hear? Never again!"

"What was I supposed to do?" Thomas shouted back. "Leave Russel out there to bleed to death? I mean, hello! He's part of the team too, isn't he?"

"If by 'part of the team' you mean 'degenerate freak', then sure," snapped Bunny, crossing his arms.

Saigon elbowed him in the ribs. "Hey, man, Rachel saved your sorry butt at least a dozen times on that last patrol."

You probably think I'm going to explain what's going on here. Well. Too bad. I'm not. All I will say is that I had fun thinking of nicknames for the other army guys. And by the way, Rachel and Russel are the same guy, in case that was way too confusing. And there was very little good writing going on here, because word choice had a lot to do with what I could fit on the page. So yeah, never mind. Thomas is supposed to have dark hair, by the way, but I didn't want to chew through an entire stick of mechanical pencil lead just to color his hair in, so no.

You know what made me laugh? I showed this picture to one of my brother's friends (an eleven-year-old) and the first thing he said was, "So, is that a guy, or..." Haaaa, yes, dear. It is. Despite the eyelashes, I promise you, Thomas is very much a boy. And may I remind you all that my own darling brother wore just as many dresses as shorts up until about the age of six, and the rest of the time he went naked. So there.

Mmkay, madre gave me the day off in return for babysitting the bro and his cohorts all afternoon, so I'm gonna go sit down and write the rest of that freaking Showdown. I know exactly what needs to happen; now I just gotta make myself gak up some words.

Long enough post for you?

Commander Kip

*scary raspy voice* THE PIT OF DE - ack, choke - *regular voice* The Pit of Despair.

Normal is overrated!

giving the all clear

... through the kitchen floor. No, through a rug that's actually a portal that happens to be sitting on the kitchen floor. I had some cool ideas concerning Portals the other day. For one, I'm calling them Gates now, because everybody else on the planet uses the word "portal" and it's way overdone. So like, an object that can be used as a Gate has to be created by someone who's actually seen Irlica and can reproduce a scene of it well enough to have it magically linked to the regular world. So these objects can be anything from paintings to tapestries to rugs to murals, and they're always being fought over by those select few humans who know of Irlica's existence and are trying to get in. This changes the story slightly, because now I can have various normal humans stealing different Gates and entering Irlica through them and making life difficult for the Irlicans. And and and, maybe Anabeth and her little rebel group are actually dedicated to keeping humans from discovering Irlica, which means they have to keep a careful inventory of every known Gate and watch all of them for unwanted intruders. They don't want more Gates being created all the time, because that makes more work for them. This way, I can have more tension between Earth and Irlica and the story can move back and forth more between each, and I can have humans running around in Irlica and Irlicans running around in our world. (Just had a rather disturbing image of Prince Brennan in a biker jacket, like whoa.) I'm really excited about this now. Yay.

Clearly, Ellian had no idea all the time she was growing up that their kitchen rug, stitched with a picture of a cobblestone terrace, was actually a Gate leading to another dimension. Surprise. And of course, Anabeth has known about that one for a long time, and uses it often, because it leads straight to the rebels' base of operations on the Zraelish border. The actual picture came about because I was thinking about a conversation I had with Lady Arin over the phone like a million years ago, something about a bunch of Irlicans climbing through Ellian's bedroom window. I thought there might be regular Irlican traffic through that house, especially after Ellian discovers her own Gate, and for this scene I imagine that there's a whole crowd of them waiting in the Morgans' kitchen for someone to wave them back through the Gate linked with the rug so that they can return to their base. Fun stuff.

Oh, and that little red streak in the corner? Yeah, there was a little red bug crawling across the paper, and I tried to very gently brush him off, and instead he burst and smeared bright red bug guts all across that corner of the page. Augh.

Um, in other news, just got back from Lady Arin's house, and there's probably some pictures I can post from that, but I have to dig through a huuuuuge pile to find them, because we took more pictures this time than we ever have before, and I had to delete almost everything off my flash drive to make them all fit. Woot.

And part of the reason I was thinking about Portals was because we found the first version of Lady Arin's Esperian Trilogy on her old computer and read through all sixteen pages of it. It was thrilling and incredible. So funny how much of it we'd forgotten about, and how it all came rushing back once we started reading it. *mobs Her Ladyship*

'Kay, gotta go do something productive now. Not that any of that Portals brainstorming session wasn't productive; I needed to get that down in writing before I forgot it all. And I should really start thinking of a different name for it now, since I'm not even calling the Gates "portals" anymore. Anyway.

Oh, and Facebook is making me mad right now. Even though I don't have a Facebook. Actually, it's a really good thing I don't have one, because I would more than likely say some rather rude things to certain people and make a fool of myself, and then feel extremely sorry for it later. Never mind; let's not go into all that. Cheerio.

Commander Kip
I want to spend the DAY with you, if at all possible. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, unless I'm coming on way too strong right now and scaring you, in which case I will begin backpedaling immediately.
Normal is overrated!

the ghost kids

There, you see, I haven't died. Much. And you know what else? I've survived my first year of public high school with only minimal damage. TAKE THAT YOU ROTTERS.

And I've not been neglecting my sketches either... just haven't had time to scan things. I have the hugest pile of papers to comb through now. Thank me and drop it, there's a good audience.

This was during one of our work periods in history when I should have been writing up my final project and decided not to. Haaa, that was such a good decision. Anyway, I know you know Xandria (the girl - she's on there twice), even though I changed her design a little bit, and you might remember Damien (Star Wars shirt), whose last name just went away, because I've drawn him before too. The guy in the basketball jersey is BJ, and he doesn't have a last name either, but anyway, he says hi. I've yet to come up with a better design for the dead girl, and her name might also change, so nothing to say about that yet. All I know is she definately has red hair. She has a little sister also, whose name is Dreadful. Sweetest little bundle of joy you ever saw.

Muches more stuffs to follow, once I figure out why the scanner hates me so.

Don't remember where I saw this, but it's from the LotR soundtrack and is very pretteh, and also a little haunting.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9AOTMNoFKY

Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhín.
An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.
Boe naid bain gwannathar, boe cuil ban firitha.
Boe naer gwannathach...

Oh, by the way, I saw Phantom of the Opera for the first time the other day. LOVELOVELOVE. So gooood. All the songs are stuck in my head. Except the one Christine sings with Raoul; can't remember that one at all. Prolly cuz I can't stand Raoul. He oughta just go and fall in a death trap or something. Oh wait. Lol. But seriously, what's with the short-term memory loss? Didn't Madame Giry JUST GET THROUGH TELLING HIM where to keep his hands? But noo, he forgets, within like ten minutes. Snarl. Such a stupid cow.

Anyway.

Also, Pirates 4. Nuff said.

Commander Kip
"I hope everybody saw that, because I am NOT doing it again."
Normal is overrated!

the MPE Homeschool Graduates of 2011 tell a story

This is kind of an excerpt from a longer account, but anyway.

THE RULES: Tell part of a story including you and the person to your left. Nothing raunchy. Other than that, anything goes.

There was this magic wand, you see, and it was totally all over the place.

My end of the table sounded something like this:

Jacob: After being mauled by the bear, I magically didn't die because the magic wand beamed me aboard the Enterprise, where I met the captain, John, who shot me with a phaser-

All: *roars of laughter and applause*

Jacob: - which made me drop the wand.

John: I went to pick up the wand, stepping over the dead body of Jacob -

Jacob: Dude, you phasered me. There would BE no body.

John: - stepping over... whatever was left of Jacob -

Me: Ashes. Or atoms.

John: - the ashes of -

Me: Remains!

John: - of Jacob's... remains, and picked up the wand. But then my backstabbing first officer attacked me because she wanted the power of the wand for herself... uh, yeah. That would be Kasha.

Me: *mutters to self* Hmm, I would do that. *out loud* So I wanted this magic wand in order to take over the universe and crap, so I stabbed John in the back with a giant knife. But he didn't die, because Peter intercepted the knife! Like, whooooo - squelch, gak - *demonstrates*

Peter: *whispering aside* Whoa, so you stabbed me and it went all the way THROUGH my body and stabbed John, or something?

Me: *whispers back* Yeah, it's a really long knife.

Peter: *aloud* So I'm mortally wounded and bleeding everywhere, and then Kasha spontaneously combusts because that's how things roll in this story -

Me: Hey now. What'd you do that for?

Peter: - Kasha spontaneously combusts and drops the magic wand on me. But then the wand heals me -

Me: - Dangit.

Peter: - and also transports me to a beach in Costa Rica where I run into...

You get the idea. IT WAS SO FREAKING INCREDIBLE. And then after it was over John goes, "I should have made you a Klingon," and I was all like, "Dude, yeah, I would be an awesome Klingon!" and then that whole end of the table got all distracted talking about Star Trek.

I love homeschoolers.

Yay.

Commander Kip
"French maidens drive Dodge trucks." - a Calebism
Normal is overrated!

what could it be?

I can haz no idear. Wait a minute... I think it's a... it's a...

...miniature teepee, of course. I mean, duh, what else would it be?

Clearly, yardwork bores me.

So little teepees happen. This is all the clippings from the various bushes and grasses we cut this spring. That freaking pile just dominates our patio right now.

No, I warn you in advance, this post has nothing to do with anything. I went to a fashion show SME was putting on at the Arts Incubator downtown, and there was a decomposing squirrel in the alleyway, which I unfortunately have no pictures of, but I did get pictures inside the building. You guys, I want to have my wedding there. Pleazthanks. I mean, look at the windows that open onto the backside of a wall!

And look, a trolleything for no reason and a door about half as wide as me!

We had to go up three skinny low-ceiling'd flights of stairs to get up there. It was such the coolest. And on a completely different subject, here be mah puppeh. Laying on my new bedspread and making it smell like dead things. He says arr-ruh.

We saw this light fixture in some restaurant on the way to Minnesota earlier this year, and I was like "DUDE, I need one of those in my castle!" (Surely, by now, you've heard about my castle.) It's all brassy and steampunky and made of win. Plus I was reading The Buntline Special at the time, which didn't help. I can't recommend that book to you gaiz in good conscience, I have to say. It was sorta inappropriate.

This is what I'm working on in art class right now. We're doing linoleum block prints under copper plate prints under laserjet photo transfers, and it is going to look so WICKED COOL. That was a blind contour drawing of myself I did for my linoleum prints.

I like those three on the right at the top, most especially the orange one.

And here is a veloceraptor some guy in my art class made out of molding clay and a wooden building block.

Here another girl was reaching for it to smush it up, but I got a picture before that happened. Yay.

Mmkay, that's all the random junk for now, people. I have other things to show you eventually though. Muaa. Probably not this week, cuz this week is going to kill us all.

Commander Kip

"But don'choo slap me no more!"

Normal is overrated!

Lady Arin's birthday present.

I gave her some fanservice for her birthday. You're welcome, darling. XD This was too big to stuff in the scanner (it's the size of a small poster), so I took blurry ridiculous pictures. Yay. Here, have some closeups in no particular order. Farid and Dustfinger:

Murtagh:

Jace Wayland:

Vo Spader:

James Potter:

Kartik:

Talon Rathersting:

and Jesse Tuck:

I think Tuck was my favorite. He came out so friggen adorable. Although I really like Farid and Dustfinger also, and Murtagh. Murtagh is such a bunch of win. If he doesn't turn good again in this next book that's coming out, I will cry.

More later, perhaps? I'm in an expansive mood cuz I finally got pics off my camera AND I got my piano recital over with... not the best I ever played, but whatever, it's outta my hair now, thanks very much.

Just watched Mulan for no particular reason. I do love that movie. Y'know, little red dragon that sounds like Eddie Murphy equals mythic pwnage. And Shang does have a lovely singing voice.

Commander Kip

"Whew, that was close." "That was VILE!"

Normal is overrated!

yes, I still draw, in case you were wondering.

A lot, actually, but I just now scanned this stuff the other night. I hate my parents' scanner, by the way. Have I mentioned that before?

Gawsp, a border AND a background?! No wai! This is Tajadeo, and I have no idea what dark recess of my mind he popped out of. The picture oughta look more awesome in color, if I can manage to color it the way I'm imagining it. More backstory to come with the colored version.

Here Lies Arthur, by Phillip Reeve, was a very strange book all told, but I did like this scene. Sorry I fail at Peredur's face so very badly. Gwyna looks okay.

This dude is mine. He was one of the ones who spontaneously appeared in the steamverse mess, and his name is Proffessor Jeremy Biddle, and his job is to stitch up all the gaping wounds and stuff. I stuck him with Commander Green's crew for that very purpose, haha. And also to annoy the heck out of Jackson, because I have a feeling they would hate each other in a brotherly kind of way.

Zomg, pen. Erasable pen. But still.

Had to draw the Lost Hero gang, especially Piper, because they are too much fun.Thalia looks awful. Ignore her.

Practicing some DYNAMIC POSES for Anabeth, since she's been hanging around so much lately. Elfy-eared Anabeth is a leetle beet of a spoiler, I suppose, unless you're Lady Arin and you already know what happens.

Currently reading the third book of the King Raven trilogy by Stephen Lawhead, and loving Will Scarlet and his pretty wife Noinina so very much. They're so freaking adorable together. And Scarlet is hilarious also. Best dialogue in the history of the universe.

And lastleh, Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor is coming out fairly soonish! *hopping about madly with impatience* Can't wait to read it!!! From what I hear, there will be horns and pretty clothes and blue hair involved. So. Freaking. EXCITED.

I'm attempting to draw something rather out of my usual comfort zone right now. We'll see how it turns out. Also, there's pictures on my camera that need to come off so you can see them.

This next week is going to be INSANE. I am so extremely terrified right now. Aaaaaargh.

Commander Kip

He must have gotten up on the wrong side of his Hail Marys this morning.

Normal is overrated!

can't catch ME

and make me a man! Nobody on the PLANET loves Peter Pan as much as I do. Even though he's totally not speaking with me at the moment. I need to draw him MOAR. By the way, this is how I picture him when reading the book; I somehow managed to NOT channel Jeremy Sumpter while drawing this, which took a mighty effort, I can tell you. Not that I don't adore Sumpter!Pan, but I'm still happy I remember what he looked like before I saw the movie.

Genesis Mary Pike, Miasma division. Repetitionrepetitionrepetition... will eventually nail that haircut... And you may or may not remember Tide. I could swear I've drawn him before, but then again, I might just be losing my mind. Whatever. Here he is with his epic fairy staff of DOOM. Also notice, no wings because he's a WATER FAIRY, duh.

And here we have a hobbit. A girly giraffe-necked hobbit. I could not for the life of me tell you why.

There's a ton more stuff I wanna showya, but my parents' scanner quite clearly hates me with a burning fiery passion (reciprocated by me, of course) which means that whenever I scan something, I have to first figure out where it saved, then convert it to JPG and rename it with an actual name instead of "scan000002" or whatever stupid name the scanner gives it. *RANT etc.*

Um, what else? Oh yeah, How To Train Your Dragon. Saw it with my mom last night. It continues to pwn mah soul. I just want to hug it and cuddle it and squeeze it and and and... or I could just stop now.

Commander Kip

*divebomb* Toothless, what are you DOING?! We need her to like us!!

Normal is overrated!

the Iron Dragon

ZOMG, people, ACTUAL ARTSES! *epic gawspage all around* Miracle, innit? I would like you all to meet my friend the Iron Dragon. Say hello. Quite the beast of a shotgun, isn't he? I painted that woodgrain on by freaking hand. Took forever. Had to go to the art store and buy myself a smaller paintbrush, cuz the one I had just wasn't cutting it. And since this beastie has so many moving parts, some of them simply refuse to stay painted, no matter how many coats of sealer I slather on there. Rawr. I must say, however, that it makes a very satisfying noise when you cock it, like "snick snick crrrrr-rr-rr-ack snick THONK" or something like that.

The new and different color scheme that happened here is mostly a result of me with a stack of new paints and absolutely itching to try them out. Bought some actual BLACK last time, woot! And gold, and russet, and silver, all of which I used here, along with some of the umber I had before. I also picked up some unbleached titanium, which is roughly the color of bird droppings, and now I can't remember why I bought it. Oh well.

And I just saw Treasure Planet again, by the way, and I still love it so much. The QUOTES, aaah, there' s so many good ones! *reduced to incoherent gabbling in the corner*

Commander Kip

*fires pistol at random* *hits chandelier, which takes out catwalk, which sends pirates falling to their doom* "Did you actually aim for that?" *outrage* "You know, actually, I DID?!"

Normal is overrated!

irrelevance

is the order of the day here. Listen:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4

Dude, I want an old electric keyboard with a button labeled 'magic'. Jealous much.

I blame this strange music phase I'm going through entirely on Reedfrost. *smites*

That is all, and I know it's boring, but I'm so busy right now and none of my art is scanned and yeah, we'll get there. Eventually. Sorry everybody.

Also, I love Lady Arin. But you all knew that.

Commander Kip

Dude, look at this. It's, like, a BULGE. It's EMBARRASSING.

Normal is overrated!

testing this out...

testing, testing... dude...



Did it work?

Hmm...

Commander Kip who just discovered Wordle
*sees pizza box* "Really?" *box empty* "No, not really."
Normal is overrated!

see what you can make of it

Ugh, this was so hard to make and it SHOULDN'T have been. All I had to do was rub dirt all over everything, and there was me trying every way I could think of to dye those pieces. I wash my hands of this stupid installation. Literally. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast stink-bombing the art room and spashing around in mud up to my elbows. But I'm glad this is over with.

Might I add that I LOVE HOW IT TURNED OUT?!!!

I was trying to make something that looked like samples from an archeological dig. I think it worked. YAY.

School starting again, blaargh...

Commander Kip
I bequeath to you my axe.
Normal is overrated!

not dead yet - *ghasps for air* -

- but getting there pretty quick. I NEED MY INTERNETZ, PEOPLE. Or bad things happen.

I was in Minnesota with my mom over Spring Break, and while I actually did have internet there, I was forbidding myself to even look in its direction because I'm WRITING CHAPTER TWELVE, BLAST IT ALL. I promised myself I'd finish it by the end of the break. Well. That's looking unlikely, but I at least want to push past the spot where I got stuck last time. Momentum, I tell you. Momentum is key!

And look at me, sitting on my booty in front of my blog screen. So productive.

Gads, I really need to call Lady Arin. She probably thinks I've died for real this time...

OH I FORGOT - I've read some books during break, including the first book in the new Heroes of Olypmus series, The Lost Hero. BAAAHAHA it was so much fun. I love Leo and his magic toolbelt of doom and his giant mechanical dragonthing. Yay.

Commander Kip who has way too many things she's supposed to be doing right now
She wanted me to betray you guys, and I was like, 'Pfft, right, I'm gonna listen to a face in the potty sludge.'
Normal is overrated!

documenting the epicness

Grr, pics not showing up in the right order, as per usual, but ANYWAY, I had fun at Lady Arin's house. Even though I was sick. *tries to glomp the Lady without breathing all over her*

They have a swing on a hillside. In my opinion, EVERYBODY should have a swing on a hillside. I almost DIED swinging on it. My own fault; that coat is too slick to wear in a swing, I though I was going to slide right out and fall to my death. XD

And now...
MY MISTCLOAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the rest of my costume, but MISTCLOAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lady Arin is so good to put up with me and my silliness. She took about fifty billion pictures of me leaping off those steps, and in almost every on of them my hair is getting caught under my nose and I look like I have a ridiculous mustache. Anyway, there's my knives in there too, which used to be a heinous evil pair of death scissors, except I took them apart and now they're my knives. And I do love them so.

We had a wonderful random time. We watched movies (When Harry Met Sally, BWAAH so cute), ate awesome chili, slept more than usual, talked about whatever, took ridiculous pictures that involved me wearing a giant pregnant-lady nightgown with a pillow stuffed down the front and Lady Arin waving one of my pistols around whilst the sidekick gave her bunny ears, spent some time flopsying about in the woods, climbing trees, toting gear, shooting stuff, laughing way too hard at everything, doing slightly dangerous or stupid things like swinging on random vines out over the creek, without knowing whether said vines would hold my weight or whether I could actually keep a grip on them. Luckily, I somehow managed both. Oh, and there was also a swamp involved, which Lady Arin magnificently drove us through at least five times while I was there. WITHOUT GETTING STUCK. And then we'd go zinging out into the road like a friggen slingshot. It was such an adventure... you don't even know.

So that pretty much sums up my epic weekend at the Lady's house. Then I came home to an absolute boatload - no, an ARKLOAD of homework because we've had like six snow days and we're so so so far behind. And then my cold went away! *skips about squeeing*

Oh, speaking of skipping and squeeing, listen to this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joIbYX11aLY

It's hilarious, because I actually really like the lyrics, but I can't take the thing seriously because of that super dippy tune; all I can think of is little hearts and rainbows and smiley faces like one of those Japanese pop music videos. Whatever, it makes me smile. *smiles*

Commander Kip who actually didn't have time to make that blog post... *sheepface*

*yells across entire house* DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT KISSING?

Normal is overrated!