Why I am who I am

People often wonder how someone so sweet, innocent, humble and just plain nice like myself can be bent on world domination.

I credit part of it to my parents.

Meet my parents. Both spent their youth as nerds. They experienced complete social outcastness at many points in their child hood and adolescence.

In other words, they were the type that didn't play sports in High School. 'Nuff said. Complete nerds.

Unless you count marching band as a sport. Or cheer-leading. But not mom on the last one. That was my dad.

But the key thing is, there are different kinds of nerds! My dear mother was the type that was a Honors student, marching band drum major, and making plans to attend a prestigious university and use her degree to better the world through science, education, or something of the like.

My dad was a Trekkie who spent his High School days playing Dungeons and Dragons and reading Sci-Fi and fantasy. Also, he had a quirky knack for playing the board game Risk. Intelligent like my mother, but just so happened to be bent on world domination.

And then they got married and had me and my seven siblings. But most importantly, me.

And with my mom's good looks, brains, and gentle heart, and my dad's imagination, determination, a hatred for puppies and ultimately a will to rule, I am the born ruler that this world needs.

Afterthought:

I also blame part of who I am on being homeschooled.

Of course, this never happened to me...

"I call dibs on that one!"

"Oh, no, you don't! You can't have any of them because I licked every single one of them!"

The person who said that last phrase (let's keep this anonymous, ok?) wasn't paying attention to the conversation up to the point where the other people started to call dibs on some unidentified pronoun. So this person (someone you don't know. At least, not on a personal basis) decided to crack a joke and quite cutely said, as you read,  "Oh, no, you don't! You can't have any of them because I licked every single one of them!"

Well, what pronoun were the other people calling dibs on? The other teenage girls were concocting to each ask one of the guys in the nearby group to dance the next slow song with them. That's right, this incident happened at a youth dance!

I don't know why that person who blundered and made the comment of licking "every single one of them" just automatically assumed they were all talking about food. On second thought, I do know. Food's a topic of much greater importance than teenage boys!

I feel so much better about this, having cleared my name! I mean, cleared this other person's name...

Maybe I should have figured they were talking about boys when her exact wording was "I call dibs on the one in the green shirt"....

Insert the sound of a teenage girl's scream in desperate realization here

I was formula fed as an infant.

Kindly read the last phrase in my previous post.

Ouch.

My world is now a popcorn kernel under extreme heat and pressure, ready to explode in a fiery inferno.

Why didn't my mom tell me this a long time ago?!!!

No wonder I've only dominated one measly country!

Good bye everyone.

I am leaving to attend my scheduled session of mourning.

Live long and prosper.

And eat cream puffs.

Steps to Forgiving Others

Forgiving others of their trespasses is hard, but it's important.

I have been a victim of wrongdoing numerous times, but I've found it in my benevolent heart that I can forgive. And I do, because I'm so good that way. 

Here are the steps to truly forgive someone:

1. Pretend that they are sorry for it. Like, deeply sorry for it. (Another) Like, they are doubling over in overpowering pain and soul-crushing guilt and are in constant horror that they dared offend you. Frankly, you don't need to pretend, because of course they are! If you're as perfect as me, of course their guilt will be maliciously acute! I mean, hurting someone like me would be like hurting a fluffy bunny rabbit with giant, angelic, ridiculously huge eyes. 

Ohh, it's looking right at you! It looooves you! Ok, back to point.

2.  There are some serious motivations to forgive others! One is that once you forgive another person, you're aloud to say whatever you want to about them behind their back. All you have to do is say "bless  his/her heart" afterwards!

Example: "Maddie has a heart of coal, heating and seething and ready to strike at even a helpless, fluffy bunny or any other victim that she deems weak. Indeed, her malicious disposition allows her to find pleasure at the expense of others! And she has a bad taste in music. 

Bless her heart!"

3. It's easy to forgive when you're so obviously superior to the offender. Just keep that in mind. It is you're duty as the greater being to forgive. Other wise, most of the population would be gone if the superiors just wiped out the inferiors when they insulted them. 

If you're peer insults you though...ouch.

In that case, give them the benefit of the doubt. Assume that they were formula fed as an infant or something. 

I'm a complicated woman with simple wants.

Simple as in all I need to be happy is to dominate the world.

Or really?

In the great musical Wicked, the witch Glenda asks the question, "Is happy what happens when all your dreams come true?"

Well, yeah, if your dreams are specific enough. If you leave anything out, then when they come true you'll still be missing something. The universe has an inconvenient habit of twisting our words so that we're hopelessly unhappy.

Example; if I were to say that I want ice cream, then the oh-so-tricky universe will make it so that I get ice cream, but will it be the high quality treat that I so crave? No, it will be a cheap, mediocre excuse that barely meets the qualifications necessary to be classified as ice cream! By definition it would be ice cream, (flavored frozen milk fat), but it wouldn't be ice cream. So instead of saying "I want ice cream," I say, "I want Tillomook brand chocolate peanut butter ice cream with hot fudge and caramel. And when I say hot fudge and caramel, I mean that there should be a ratio of 3 spoonfuls of each for every bite of ice cream."

People often think that my mission statement is simply to dominate the world. But it's actually far more specific, so that the universe can't taunt me by having me dominate the world but die an agonizing death two days afterwards.

Do you hear the people scream?

As a musical enthusiastic (my family uses the term "fanatic," and I've told them not to, saying "I'm not obsessed with musicals...I'm just enthusiastic about them." Whenever I say that, they laugh. They all have sick senses of humor,) I have a great interest (NOT OBSESSION) with Les Miserables. 

I just watched the movie with a few friends. Before, I'd never actually seen it, the movie or on stage, but I knew every song down to the last beat and knew the story line. Well, thought that I knew the story line. My dear father told it to me long ago, but when I saw the movie, I was in for a real surprise. Dad must have seen a Muppets version of it or something, because the way he told it, one would have thought, as I did, that the story of Les Miserables was an innocent, wholesome one.

For the first half of the movie, I kept waiting for Cozette and Jean Valjean and their puppy dog Marius to teach Javert the true meaning of Christmas!

Despite being ill prepared for this Goliath of a musical, I fully enjoyed it. I loved the deep characterizations, how the characters dealt with inner conflicts, and the ongoing theme of redemption.

But all that my friends watching it with me got out of it was how cute the French revolutionists were. Observe this conversation that I had with Della:

"My favorite character is Marius!"

"Is this because you admire his strength and willingness to sacrifice a peaceful life of ease with his true love for fighting for the liberty of his country, and because he demonstrated compassion and love to the lesser peoples of France?"

"No, I like him because he's hot!"

Here my friend Roseanne joined our conversation: "I know! I wish that I lived during the French Revolution so that I could hang out with all of those cute guys!"

I couldn't take it after that. "You guys," (yes, I call a group consisting of females "guys,"), "don't you know that Les Miserables doesn't take place during the French Revolution? No, it follows the events culminating up to and throughout the duration of the 1832 June Rebellion."

But of course, nobody fully appreciates a useful and completely applicable history lesson.

Here's an excerpt from my diary that I wrote before seeing the movie:

The Les Mis album that I have (original London cast, of course) is however, edited, because according to my dear father, there are some "inappropriate" songs in it. Apparently, one of them is sung by a couple of innkeepers in a tavern. I don't comprehend what could be the matter with this, because in all the musicals I've seen, (Oliver, Fiddler on the Roof, and various Disney films) the tavern scene is the best part! I don't quite understand how people dance and sing so adroitly when they're drunk, but somehow it works.

Having now seen it, I think that I follow my dad's thinking about this subject.

Dictator of Eritrea's Identity Revealed

Well, it's me! Duh!

But apparently, the public has been a bit...slow about uncovering the truth. Check out this recent article from the selfsame world renowned public newscast:

March 31, 2013

The secrets behind the happenings of late regarding Eritrea are beginning to be revealed. The most recent reports confirm Rosetta Ever Johnson, a U.S. citizen, as being the nation's currant dictator.

"Well, I've always wanted to DOMINATE THE WORLD, and so I've been diligently keeping a look out for opportunities to begin my reign. It soon came to my attention that-HEY, you're supposed to write  'DOMINATE THE WORLD' in all capital letters! You know, like how I always do it on my blog! Oh yes, that's more like it. Any way, it soon came to my attention that Eritrea's 'president' (cough, dictator, cough) hit the pasture recently. So I suggested to his minions or whatever they call themselves to make me their dictator! It'd save them all the trouble of electing a new 'president'  or killing each other all over deciding who was to rule next," Johnson reports,"So yeah, I've basically been dictating it from here. All I have to do is tell 'em what to do through E-mail and Facebook!"

The causes of Eritrea's unexpected and sudden economic spurt are yet to be explained, though according to Johnson, "Well, obviously the country's skyrocketing because I'm in charge of it! Get with the program here!"