Laughing With Aspergers

"Hey, look at my phone!"

 

Before: "Hey, look at how small my phone is! So cool."

Now: "Hey, look at how big my phone is! So cool."

 

In related news: I now have a phone. I don't need one. But my Dad got a new one so that means my mom got his old one and I got her old one. I was told it will help me with "phone skills in the modern world." 

I mean, I doubt I am the only 17 year old who does not have a phone. Or want one.

My brother Alex has a phone. But I mostly see him look things up on it (I would use the computer for that) or use it as a reminder for things. I don't really have things I care to be reminded about. 

And my mom texts Alex if she is gone to make sure we are all o.k. Like every 15 minutes. And then she texts him things to do like let the dogs out or unload the dishwasher. So I pretty much don't want or need a phone. But now I have one. 

Um, yea...I guess....

Aspergers, Words, and Dinosaurs

Ever since I was a 'sugar cube', I've enjoyed using bigger or lesser-used words. It made me feel smart and important. I especially liked learning all the dinosaur names that I could. 

I think I mostly use big words because I don't like to use the word 'very' when describing something. Like 'very pretty' should be 'glorious'. Why can't 'very bad' be 'horrendous'?

Some of my favorite words describe bad things: appalling, innane, sychophant, absurd, unholy. They are fun to say when you're angry. 

I also have strong affection towards animal-related words: avian, equine, lagomorph, bovine, gastropod, cetacean, monoplacophora. 

Sometimes I wake up at 3:00 a.m. and think: 'What is another word for this word?' Then I get on my ipad and look it up on the thesaurus (which I thought was a dinosaur the first time I heard it.)

 

I had to move out of my room for 3 days...

 

There were construction guys working on our house, specifically my bathroom, for 3 days last week.

I couldn't use my bathroom. You have to walk through my bedroom to get to my bathroom, so people were walking back and forth unannounced for 3 days. I moved to the basement.

I set up my command station with the things I needed: Movies, laptop, cookies, a drink, pillows, a blanket, my drawing book and pen. Oh, and my Transformers books. And a few Transformers.

I shared a room with my brother, Alex, when we were kids. That was ok. But the older I get, the more quiet space I need. The idea of someone just walking through my room, even family, makes me feel startled. Like I am thinking my own thoughts and then, bam, someone is there and talking or moving around. This did happen in the basement some, too. But at least I could hear people coming so it wasn't so much surprising as annoying. 

About 5 minutes after the construction guys left, I went to my room and went to sleep. 

The Great Pumpkin Migration

Today, my dad made us all go on our annual trip to the pumpkin patch. It took about an hour to get there. We only stayed about 10 minutes. There was an absurd amount of people there. There were more people than pumpkins. The line for the hayride was about 3 miles long. Why would people even do this to themselves? Is it really worth it? Is it worth standing in line 3 hours to go on a 15 minute hay ride? My dad says this is why we've never gone to Disney World.

Why do people even like pumpkins so much? What is it about these large orange squash that attracts us? What causes us to migrate from all over the state to look at them?

We couldn't even get treats because the line was too long. So my dad stopped at this redneck hillbilly shop to get root beer floats and chili dogs. Not for me, though. I hate both of those things.

*FUN GAME*

Find all the redneck items in this picture!

1. Chain saw

2. ATV

3. Carved bear statues

4. Fuel container *hint: it's next to the fire

5. Boiled Peanuts

6. Random safety cone

 

What is on your post it?

This is my morning list of things to do. I write it on a post it note because I kinda forget sometimes. But if I make a little list, it works great. 

If you made a post it list of things to remember, what would it say?

What I Have Been Thinking About Lately: RPG

My latest thing I have been thinking about a lot is an idea for an RPG. (Grandma, that is a role playing game.)

It would kinda be a surreal game set in a place where everything is not what it seems. I am inspired by Final Fantasy 6, the Earthbound series and Off. I haven't actually played any of those games because I don't really play games. I have researched them and I like the lore surrounding the story line. I read lots of Wiki's about them. The characters are also really interesting. 

I have always liked the story side of games. I used to get mad at my brother when I watched him play a game and he died. It was frustrating to have to re-watch the same part of the game again. He always said he didn't mean for his character to die. I tried not to get upset but I always did. 

So far, it is really just a bunch of ideas in my head. I'd like to make up the story and the sprites (which are pixelated images). Alex, my brother, would work on the coding and game play for me. Alex is still learning how to code, so this isn't going to be made anytime soon.

I spend the majority of my thinking time thinking about this game. It is the major thing on my mind these days besides Transformers. I probably spend about 1/3rd of each day just thinking. 

 

(Image from PlayUnplugged)

 

The horse has arrived

 We got Comet this weekend. We went and saw him today. We brushed him and stuff.

His mane is super lustrous. Look at it. 

I got to ride him. It was pretty fun, albeit painful. I should probably have more to say.

I don't know much about horses.

I'm an Adult Now

Today is my 18th birthday. I am an adult now. What happened?

My mom made me eggs benedict for breakfast. I got some presents.

It's been a lot less magical than I expected. There were no musical numbers or anything. 

On the bright side, I can now order things from infomercials via telephone. I can look at things with 'adult content'. I can vote. I can use 'adult language', like " Briefcase". "Taxes". "Politics".

But on the inside, I feel thirteen. It's a step up from twelve, which is what I felt like last year. 

Adventure

Here I am ruining this pretty scenery with my presence.

Today, my mom, my sisters, and I went trudging through a river for a couple hours. (There were no trails) It was the most treacherous thing I've done in quite a while. I was constantly trying to avoid both tripping and cracking my head open on a rock, and getting my camera wet.

I had a minor adrenaline rush the whole time. Especially when a gigantic copperhead slithered through the water a foot away from me. And we had to walk right next to a yellowjacket nest. And an unleashed pit bull.

I don't like danger from a distance, but if I'm in a dangerous situation I just kind of roll with it. I don't know why my mom took us here, we almost died like five times. 

Here is a new damselfly I found. I don't like this picture. The lighting is gross.

Blue

Blue has always been my favorite color, because it is the best color. There are nasty-looking greens and yellows and oranges but there isn't really a bad shade of blue. Blue is always nice. Sky blue. Navy blue. All the blue. Blue no longer looks like a real word. Why isn't it spelled bloo.

This is what I was thinking about at 3:00 am last night. It was a slow night for my brain.