Im waching that episode of Tom and Jerry where tom starts singing to the girl cat, and hes like "Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?"

Jerry just got mad at Tom cause he was playing his cello too loud and woke him up.

Since the song is over, I turned the Tv off.

I am now 3 thoughts into my newest blog, 4 if you count this one... and I still havnt decided on a subject.

I think I might just let it serve as a testament to how hoplessly sporadic the world around me is.

Sporadic.. thats a cool word. I should use it more often.

I think that alot of people would belive that I have a slight case of A.D.D.

However, thats the futherest thing from the truth.

My mind goes to wierd places really fast, but its all connected logically to me.

Im not sure exactly what Attention Deficit Disorder is, but the way I see it depicted is people constantly being sidetracked by little unimportant thoughts.

Its become almost cool to say you have A.D.D. nowadays.

"Whats wrong with you?"
"Oh, I have ADD"
"really? thats cool!"

No.. its not cool. You probably just drank so many bottles of cough syrup in an attempt to get high that now youre brain only functions in short spurts.

Not that there aren't genuine cases of ADD, I just feel that its overdiagnosed.

I just got my little brother up and sent him off to school.

As soon as he was out of sight, I smoked a cigarette.

Camel Light... bleh.

I'm not suppossed to let my little brother know I smoke, per my mom's rule.

It sucks, cause there are some days where he wont leave me alone for long enough to sneak outside.

Its cool that he looks up to me.. but chill the fuck out, little man.

I think that mentality comes from the fact that I didnt have an older brother.

Sure, I had my sister growing up... but most of the time she was doing her own thing.

The title of this blog came from me watching a McDonalds commercial.

They were saying something about chicken in happy meals.

It angered me for some reason.

TV commercials have really been annoying me latly.

I guess because I havnt watched tv in a while, and since Rays gone Ive had nothing better to do.

I caught a pikachu last night.

Caught it at lvl 25 in the power plant.

Trained it to lvl. 30, then evolved it into a Riachu using a thunderstone I found on the ground right before I found the wild pikachu.

I played pokemon yellow version last year.

It always made me mad that I couldnt evolve Pikachu into Riachu.

I guess I took it out on this pikachu by making him evolve.

Poor little guy.

But we trained alot last night.

I needed a thunder pokemon to beat Loreli of the the Elite Four.

Got Riachu to level 43 then finally went in and decimated the Elite Four.

It was the hardest battles I've ever had against the Elite Four in any pokemon game.

Eventually it came down to my lvl 63 Blastoise against Gary's lvl 60 Gyarados.

We kept using potions on our pokemon... about 5 each.

Its dumb that your opponent can use potions more often in this game, but I guess it makes it more fair.

Either way, I became Pokemon leauge champ (and this time it actually felt like an accomplishment)

Apparently I can talk alot about pokemon.

I guess really, no matter how cool I seem.. Im always going to be a nerd at heart.

Oh well, I dont give a fuck.

I enjoy myself playing pokemon.. and most people dont enjoy themselves because they deal with made-up drama and dont play pokemon.

I will catch all the original pokemon.

I think thats why Ive been playing it latly.

I realized that when the games were popular, i always said I would.. but then never did.

Its about changing myself.

Im going to start finishing what I set out to do.

I guess I gotta start somewhere.. and why not with the first thing I can remeber telling myself I was going to do?

I dunno if im going to stop once I have all the orignals though.

I might just decide that I want to get all those ugly new pokemon too, just to prove a point.

I sent Mars this message on AIM exactly one hour ago:
 
NanRaven (7:42:10 AM): Dear lamesauce,
NanRaven (7:42:20 AM): you are a stupid cunt
NanRaven (7:42:29 AM): I really really hate you
NanRaven (7:42:32 AM): Love,
NanRaven (7:42:34 AM): Nanos

Then she didnt reply.

5 minutes later, she wnet idle... so I sent this:

NanRaven (7:50:07 AM): OMG.. did you read that, and then faint because you thought I really hated you... and then hit your head on your computer desk, and now youre idle because youre passed out in the floor and in need of emergency medical assistance?

One hour later and still no response.

Now Im sure in any normal circumstance, it would be perfectly normal to assume that she probably just left her computer on and is busy.

But I am Nanos, and thus this is no normal circumstance.

I mean, I am really fucking amazing.

And im sure hearing me say I hate someone must be devastating to that person.

So there is about a 50% chance that she really is passed out in the floor with a head injury.

I wonder if I would be liable for that?

Reckless Endangerment.

"Your honor, Mr. Nanos did not exercise proper caution when jokingly professing hatred to my client. He should have been aware of the dangers of his actions, and therfor my client is seeking 12 Billion dollars in damages. 400 for doctor bills, and 11 Billion, 9 hundred 99 million, 9 hundred 99 thousand, 6 hundred dollars for pain and suffering."

I think that people should get money for pain and suffering.

The shitty people in the world should have to pay the good people for making them put up with the shittiness the shitty people cause.

Thats a crazy thought, but most people would agree with it.

Alot of shitty people would agree, because they figure they would be on the good side, and thus get paid.

Really, they would be agreeing with a plan that costs them a dumb amount of money.

And as cool of a concept as that sounds, there is no way it would work.

There is no definitive measure of a person's shittiness.

Its all relative.

And then there are some borderline shitty people.

Good at heart maybe, but easily overcome by anger or selfishness.

Those are the people I look for.

Its hard to find people that are genuinly not shitty.

But I can find a few borderline shitty people, and push them over to the good side.

Plans are in the works for me to visit Ashleigh (sorry for mentioning you right after talking about shitty people)

And if I visit Ashleigh, that means I get my cat, Hugin.

Dont fucking laugh at that name, I named her.

Hugin Willow Nanos.

Hugin was a raven, and pet of the god Odin.

I like raven.

And theres the whole Nanos is a god theory.

I figured it would be a good name.

Hugin was a knowledgeable raven, and flew around collecting news for Odin.

In fact, Hugin means "to think"

And the name fits, because my Hugin actually happens to be a very curious and smart cat, so Im told.

This blog is getting to long... so I leave you with a picture of Hugin Willow Nanos, newest child of the Nanos/Asheleigh civil union.