*Is not actually dead*

Sup guys. Sorry for the recent bought of absence. However, if you've been reading for any discernible amount of time, you'll pretty much know that both of us simultaneously disappearing is a common thing that usually lasts like three months, followed by one or two months of us completely bombarding you with posts. That being said, be prepared for an overwhelming tidal wave of random crap coming your way soon. 

Okay. 

Okay. 

Yeah. 

I'm not actually certain where I really wanted to go with this post, other than to give you a sign of life. I guess I'll just tell you what's been going on as of late. 

OH!!

So last Holiday season, both my sister and Phred participated in a play with a local theater troupe-participated in that, sister played another dude and Phred did set design shtuff. And so one week I went to help with the sets and shtuff with Phred, and had craploads of fun, so this play season I'm a full-fledged part of the set crew. Unfortunately, due to recent age requirements set in place, Phred con't participate in the stage crew with me. I mean, that really sucks, but I'm making friends there, too. 

And that hasn't happened since, well, Danny. I mean, that didn't end really well, but I have higher hopes for this new set of weirdos. And it's cool, because I'm doing a really good job of not letting myself develop any dumb infatuations. Yeah, there's a couple of really nice dudes there, don't get me wrong. However, they are definitely not in my ?zone?. And the one that's even close to my age is waaay interested in another chick. 

So yeah, it's pretty great. No foreseeable drama, and I'm seriously looking forward to having more than one real friend (love you Phred). 

So that's all nice. 

Oh, and I got my cartilage pierced this past Saturday. It didn't actually hurt that bad, at least the first time they did it. When it didn't go all the way through. Yep. They had to do it twice. Jolly good. 

I mean, after they got it over with, it didn't even hurt all day. I was just more aware that that portion of my ear existed?

 It was odd. However, last night I accidentally rolled over onto that side a coupole of times, so it's feeling a bit raw today. 

Yeah, so that's what's been happening as of late. 

Not terribly interesting, but definitely prof of life. 

I guess I'll see you guys next time,

Phranklynn G. M. P. McSparrow. 

This post has no title/PHRED IS BACK Y'ALL

 Hey

Phred here.

Yeah, I'm not dead.

Actually I'm far from it.

But a lot of things have happned in the past month or so.

And I figured I should talk about it.

Well, one, as I mentioned in previous posts I had a boyfriend.

I say "had" because that ended around the 20th of february.

Not bitterly I'm afriad.

It seems to be easier when things end bitterly.

But a note to anyone that's going into a relationship:

Don't talk about the future if you don't intend for there to be one.

If you're not ready for something serious, don't act as if you want something serious.

But I'm not going to go into that.

Also in the past week I got and quit my first job.

I also met a nice boy on the last day of that job.

Whether things will work with him or not I have no idea.

Though, knowing my ability to fuck things up, it probably won't.

But lets not talk about that either.

Let's talk about the fact that I actually have friends nowadays.

I have no more secrets I'm keeping.

I haven't thought about suicide in over a week.

My life is finally getting better, and it's amazing.

Until later, angels

Phred M.

=^_^=

Phranklynn's Official "Closure" Post.

Hello friends.

I feel as if I haven't posted as much of late, and I don't know if that's necessarily true, or if I just haven't been working on as many lately. Either way, I'm here to write another post, which will wind up being probably about recent romantic/ physical attractions.

As you all probably are informed/don't care, this past October marked the end of my very first yet excessively long relationship. I will tell you now that I don't waste my tears over petty things -I've been called "cold" for my lack of weeping at the most heartbreaking of times-, and I never once cried over the loss of that endeavor.
Until rather recently, I've actually had this sort of irrational frustration and anger, which sparked form nowhere, towards not only Danny and my previous relationship with him, but also towards the idea of getting in a new relationship with anyone. Again, this anger came from no logical place in my mind, but it was very prominent.
 Now, I won't lie to you and say that this slight loathing is 100% gone, but I will say that it has lessened significantly. I'm no longer irritated when Danny texts me, though my goal of going a day without thinking about him is greatly hindered when this occurs. As mentioned, I have a somewhat irrational goal of going one solid day without thinking about Danny and/or our previous relationship. I say irrational simply because it is nearly impossible to go a day without thinking abut the entire previous year of your life; as, regrettably, I allowed my entire year, save maybe a week of summer camp, to be clouded by the constant conversation and companionship of that sickening relationship.
Whether or not you are trying to forget something specific, it is difficult to go a day without comparing it's events to the recent past.
All that being said, this is my official moving on, getting over it, not letting any of it bother me anymore post. Understand this, this is not me saying that I am just now over the whole 'I still love you take me back I'm sorry' phase. I never had that phase. Honestly. And I'm not sure if saying this causes some heart-breaking realization for him, if he even still reads these posts,  but I have zero intentions of ever going back to him.
Sorry?
No. Not sorry. It's still my choice. I still am at the concurrence that that certain relationship was most definitely not healthy or a good relationship for me.
Okay.
I was going to go somewhere with this, but I started this post over a month ago, so I can't remember.
Oh well.
I might edit this later if I remember?

Till then,

The Universe is temporary
Reality is an illusion
buy gold
Good byyyyyeee' 



The Progression Of "I Miss Him"

Hello Angels, Phreddie here again.

So it has been quite a while neither Phrank nor I have posted in near a month, so it's time to get back on track.

As I mentioned in my last post, there was a boy who asked me out in the beginning of the year.

Since I've already usesed his name, we'll just continue to call him Hunter.

Though I was reluctant to start anything with a guy I was so scared I would screw things up with, h eventually convinced me it'd be fine.

And I'm really glad I believed him.

Now it's been nearly a month that we've been going out, and we tend to just see eachother at church (surprise surprise.)

And since we spend at least a week apart I inevitably go all "Woe is me, my boyfriend lives so far away, the world is against me."

Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but you get the point.

So I decided to make a post about it.

God knows no one reads this blog anyway, and I find it fun.

Basically I'm going to post the ammount of time he's been away and then other random things.

Is explaining this necessary?

I dunno.

Anywho, here we go:

Ten Minutes

My hand is cold but I'm not a crazy stalker, I shouldn't miss him yet.

1 Hour

I mean, it was a really good kiss.

Lik, really good.

 6 Hours

I totally already miss him.

Not even ashamed.

1 Day

No, I'm not already thinking about him, I promise.

That's a total lie, I've been thinking about him since I woke up.

2 Days

There's no way this is normal, right?

3 days

Whhhyyyyyyyyyy does he live so far away??

4 Days

Over it.

I'll be fine until I see him again.

5 Days

Oh wait...

Yeah, um, sorry.

6 Days

At least I'll see him tomorrow.

7 Days

AAHHH, MY BOYFRIEND, YAAAAASSSSS

REPEAT

Yeah. So that was more dramatic than it probably is.

But ya know.

Whatever.

Until next time sunshine

- Phred McSparrow

The Language Of Auto Correct

Hullo my blogsters!

Wassup!?

Me and dear Phreddie were talking a while back about making a whole language of autocorrect, and I decided to make a post out of it! The following is the equivalent to the Webster's online dictionary, but much less accurate. If we don't get very many fast enough, I may throw in some text-talk-terms(lol, brb, etc...) 

(please note that common autocorrect fails vary from phone to phone. While these may be accurate for Phred and my phone's, it may be gibberish to yours.)

Let us start!! 

The Blue font will be the word we were attempting to type, the Red is what autocorrect gave us.

Lazy:  Jazz.

Because nice saxy music is apparently docile

Long:  Joni.

Who knows where this came from. 

No:  Noah, On, Mm.

The No to On is understandable, but to Mm or Noah? That's technology for you.

Thingys:  Thongs.

I guess thingys is a good way to describe thongs in code.

Me:  Of / Of:  Me

Again, understandable.

Commonly:   Anomaly

It's an anomaly where this corrections came from.

Brb:   Bra

Again with the underwear?

Grape:   Rape

I don't even know. But then it is only a letter off..

Few:  Fez
Looks like my phone is a whovian.

Okay:  Otay
This is actually one from Danny's (Phrank's ex) phone.
Because I (Phred) text him sometimes, and this happens a lot.
Kinda the opposite of an auto correct.

Yummy:  Tony

Because my phone secretly loves Iron Man (Me too-this is Phrankie again-)

Coolio:  Cookio
What even is a cookio? I can understand correcting it to cookie or whatever, but cookio? The heck?

Oh: Og, MH, Oi, OI, Mh, MI, Mi.
Okay, I get Oi, because I say that a lot. Og is probably from when phred and I did The Adventures of Og and Igga, But Mh/MH and Mi/MI? Don't recall saying those. But yeah, I have to scroll through all of those before I get to 'Oh'.

Yup:   Yur, yurp.
Again, where did 'Yur' come from? Stupid phones.

Hi:  44.
Never in my life have I wanted to greet someone with '44', phone. Never.

Your:   Youp
This is getting ridiculous phone these aren't even works now.

Okay:  Olaw
Again, this is some weird non-existent words that my phone decided to come up with. The epitome of 'dafuq'?

My:  NY
Now Offering: Cell Phones with Possessiveness Over New York.

Fuck:   Duck
Basically trying to preserve any scrap of long lost purity. Basically.


Well, friends, that's it for now. I don't know how many we got -twenty, maybe?- but it's been upwards of six months since we started this post, so, yeah.
We'll probably add new words here and there. Till then, See ya.


Phranklynn G. M. P. McSparrow
&
Phredrick M. G. R. McSparrow. 

HAPPY ONE YEAR YOU GUYS

Before I say anything else I must say one thing:

I am not an interesting person. 

I don't do much of anything to write home about.

And yet, I am so cool

I legit can not explain how cool I am.

 I wear costumes all the time, just cause I feel like it, I watch anime and play games and I can cook.

I'm good-ish with makeup and crafting and I can start a fire with a battery and a gum wrapper (in theory).

And when such a cool, uninteresting person like me happens to be born... 

I have no idea where I'm going with this. 

The point is, no matter how uninteresting I am, I still have had a pretty eventful year, and I'm here to tell you about it.

 I won't,

Like phrankie, summerize each month. But instead I'll thank the people who were a part of my year.

Jenna: thank you for showing me that I have to be strong no matter what gets thrown at me. I cried for much too long over you, but never again will I do that.

Miss Ann & Danielle: thank you for showing me that although we disagree on many things, I can still love you, and other people who I may not see eye-to-eye with.

Andrew: Thanks for showing me that even if you may be a little weird in the head, you can still be awesome as fuck and an amazing person. Even though you scare the shit out of me sometimes.

Hanna: Oh lordy, how do I go about this. Thank you for not going out with me out of sympathy, and for being part of the reason Nathanuel broke up with me. Which is not sarcasm, I surely wasn't gonna do it.

Lizz: Babe. First off, love you. Moving on. Thank you for making me tolerate music I hate for the people I love. And for be my most physical wife, I love a girls touch. 

Ashley: Thank you for helping me to feel safe. When I first came to youth group I felt so unsafe. I had just been violently pushed out of the life of a girl I loved and I had built so many walls, so fast. But you were so happy and fun, you got me to remember that not everyone is going to hurt me. And some people do deserve to be trusted. Which brings me to.....

Peyton: thank you for showing me that people can lie so convincingly. And that trust is to be earned, not just given to a sweet-talking douchebag in disguise.

Nathanuel: oh god. Not sure what to say here. Well, thank you for being my first real boyfriend. And for not completely screwing me over. And thank you for teaching me to not make big decisions while on my period. And to not stay in a relationship that doesn't make me happy. And to not sulk over a breakup. Also, to not put up with bad kissers. No offense, but calm down with yo tongue.

Billy: thank you for being such a big support to me. For actually caring when I came out to my parents and not telling me I was going to hell. And telling me I had a place where I would be safe. I needed that.

David: thank you for introducing me to cool music, and just being awesome in general. Also for being one of the only guys to ask me to dance. That doesn't happen often.

POL Drama group: thank you so much for being so cool and so much fun, I felt so safe with everyone there and so at home. I love you guys.

Hunter: Ahhh, Hunter. Thank you for for talking to me that night at the help center, I was lonely and sad. Thank you for being the only boy to actually ask me on a date (I wish I didn't have to turn it down, damn my parents) and thank you for just talking to me. It helps a lot.

Phrank: oh Phrankie, how do I even start. Thank you for slapping me when I needed it and helping me up when other people make me fall so hard. Thank you for reminding me that I can't date certain boys, and encouraging me to talk to others. Thank you for putting up with me complain about my heels, or how long my makeup took. Thank you for obsessing with me over things and bringing me back to reality when i'm obsessing too much. Thank you for not being embarrassed when I dress up as random things. Thank you for putting up with my moody, stubborn, stupid, self. Thank you for letting me fall back on you when Jenna did what she did. Thank you for not giving up on me when I did stupid things, thank you for not letting me do severely stupid things. Thank you for letting me cry all over you, or listen to me cry on the phone. Thank you for being there when no one else was. Thank you, you have been the only thing has has kept me alive all this year, and I can't wait for another year with my amazing, lovely best friend.

So there it is.

I will be posting about the new year soon,

But for how it's 1AM and I need to be awake in four ish hours (from when I'm writing this, not when its posted. i'll post it later).

So, we shall part for now. 

Until next time my babies

- Phred M.

Our First Year: A Summation (From Phrank's view)

Hello, my friends.

I am pleased to announce, Phredrick and I have been successfully(ish) running a blog together for one whole, crazy year now. Allow me a moment to congratulate myself on not totally forgetting about it or giving upon it.

(Good job, me. Thank you, me, I did try.)

Alright, onto the full meaning of this post.

Over the life span of this blog, Phred and I have, combined, gone through hell and heaven both. We've gone through three-ish boyfriends (again, this is all combined), a first breakup, a coming out, bad kisses, (a) good kiss, first love, all that gross goey romance jazz.

We have laughed so hard we cried, we have cried so hard we made gross noises and snotted all over ourselves, both together and apart. We have been each other's personal stress-reliever punching bags, fended off unwanted attention for the other, gotten leagues closer to oneanother (maybe a snip too close, on select occations).  

Honestly, of all the bad crap I could say about my life, not a single thing would be about my best friend. I could say how I wish this person or that character was my best friend, but I would always be lying. In this aspect, I will be completely honest and say that I feel bad for everyone who doesn't have a best friend as good as mine, because she is the best.

Well, I didn't start this post with the intention of boasting Phreddie to you, so I'ma move on now before I make her cry, if I haven't already.

As titled, I figured this post would be a summation, so I thought I'd give ya'll a literal summation of 2014, and share some of our best stories of this year. I'll try for one little snippet for every month, but TBH January-March are literally so boring I doubt I'll get much for them.

Alright,

HIGHLIGHTS OF JANUARY:
What happens in January? Basically nothing, Except New Years. Let's see, New Years 2014, I know Phred came over, and I know she fell asleep at like 11;15, so I just read or chilled on Tumblr or something until 11;59, and then woke her up in told her how long we had to go, and you know what she did? SHE FELL BACK ASLEEP 30 SECONDS SHY OF 2014. LITERALLY. So I just gave up and passed out, too.

 HIGHLIGHTS OF FEBRUARY:
February?  Honestly don't remember much of stuff Phred and I did. Valentines Day? My first with a boyfriend. But it was boring. I had work. He gave me a rose, I think I still have it? Dunno. On the very last day of the month, I left for Gatlinburg TN with him and his family. Aaaaanddd. . .

HIGHLIGHTS OF MARCH:
Aaaaanddd(Continued). . .  First kiss March! Well, first kiss February sounded better, but it was like march 1st. Looking back, I don't think it was that good. I mean, I knew there was way too much spit left on my face for just a peck, even at the time, but. . . Oh well. I don't remember many other details of March. Oh, house got frozen, had to chill at my aunt's house for like a week.

HIGHLIGHTS OF APRIL:
Weeeelll obviously the biggest highlight was my birthday, durrr..... JK, but I'm now discovering I'm just really bad at remembering what happened at certain periods in the year. I think at this point I was actually beginning to use my Tumblr more often, but who can remember? Not mee.

HIGHLIGHTS OF MAY:
Does May even exist? what happens in May?
Nothing happens in May.

HIGHLIGHTS OF JUNE:
OH MA LAWDY June 2-6th was the best week all year except for everyone was crying a lot and it was sad the last day and stuff.
Anywho: that was Phred and I's first summer camp together.
Lemme try and get you a specific story from camp you haven't heard yet:
My personal favorite story is how I got the nickname Harry Potter.
So at camp, there were four (or five?) teams all week, competing for a pizza party the last day. So day two, our Team Leader comes up to our group and we proceed to go around introducing ourselves. I commonly introduce myself as Ginny, my nickname, because it's typically easier for people to remember than my real name. Usually, I say "I'm Ginny, but it's spelled like Ginny from Harry Potter, Not JENNY." (there is a subtle pronunciation difference, and down south they are pronounce nearly identically); but this one instance, I slurred and said "It's Ginny, but it's spelled Harry Potter." From then on, when talking to me in writing, all those people call me Harry Potter (Pronounced Ginny).
Phred's favorite story from camp is when Nate -her future boyfriend- surprised his friend on his birthday. Now, I don't know the details, because it happened late one night in the guy's cabin, but ir you're familiar with The Lonely Island's "Dick in a Box", you'll understand. See, Nate literally followed the steps, of cutting a hole in the box, and inserting his genitals, and making his friend open it. Phred has seen the box.
Nothing exciting seemed to happen when we got back. Although the (Then) bf said he cried when I was at camp because we didn't get to text. Thinking back, major clingyness RED FLAG, but I was still on my happiness high from camp, and overlooked it.

HIGHLIGHTS OF JULY:
Honestly I really got nothin. Fourth of July? I literally don't really remember what I did, cause I've celebrated it so many times. And I only wrote one post on here, and it was about old people, so July must've been wondrously calm. Thank the Lord.
Phreddie was in dating bliss with Nate at this point

HIGHLIGHTS OF AUGUST:
Whelp, I guess August was fairly calm, too. I remember in these couple months I was hanging out with Phred and Angel and my Seestah more often, which was fun. I know we went bowling and had frozen yogurt one day. That was fun. Wooh.
Also, phreddie break up with Nate (thank god)

HIGHLIGHTS OF SEPTEMBER:
I really have no idea what happened in most any month if you were to ask me at any given time.  I suppose I had lots of access to the laptop because I was on dress up games a bunch. Yes, I am fifteen., Yes, I do enjoy the occasional dress up web site. It's fun. Sue me.
Side note: I think things were finally going noticeably down hill with Danny. Honestly, I'm sorry it was dragged on so long.

HIGHLIGHTS OF OCTOBER:
I was really getting back into music, and listening to more music. Early October, Phred came out to her parents as bisexual, which wound up scaring me half to death. The night she did it, she wound up delivering this text about her mom completely losing all trust for Phred, and taking away her phone, and basically not lettng her do anything, and I was so scared at the thought of not knowing how long I'd have to go without that lifeline that i admittedly cried quite a lot. Of course, her mom let her text me the next day off of her mom's phone, conversation completely monitored, which made the crying feel ridiculous. Relationship with Danny was reaching a new level of stressful strain, and later in the month, and we finally broke up.  I really do feel horrible for letting that go on so long, but I really had no idea what I was doing in that relationship until after it happened. And to be honest, I still have no idea what you're supposed to do in a real relationship because that one barely pushed physical level of  fourth graders dating, but the emotional level was shoved up to a level that had no business happening between to high schoolers. Like, The emotional commitment was pressured to the full extreme of a couple in their mid/late 20's, and no matter who you are, that is a horrible thing for teeenagers. Needless to say, I am totally done with being a "We" for a long, long time. And I'll say that another person who was in that relationship should also stop worrying about dating for a while because if you don't even have your license then you certainly shouldn't be worrying about finding the one you wanna marry and all that shizz and that's all I'm going to say about that.

HIGHLIGHTS OF NOVEMBER:
I am happy to have had a calm, stress free November, so becoming just a "Me" seems to have done me wonders. I don't really remember many details from Thanksgiving, even. We ate food? There was probably Turkey? There was Stuffing? There was Family? I don't remember. It was calm. It was nice. I loved it.

HIGHLIGHTS OF DECEMBER:
Now, this will have to be a 'so far', because I write this on the 26th. So far, just as great as November, but twice as busy. Lots of Christmas parties. I went and saw my sister play a taxi driver in It's a Wonderful Life. I got things for Christmas. I talked to my family. I talked to my friend. I think I made an internet friend. It's been good.
Over all, 2014 has been a pretty good year. Sure, it's definitely had it's crappy moments, but it's definitely had it's great moments. I've grown. Life's gone on. Tragedies have happened, as have miracles, and aren't we all better because of them?
So, my friends, I leave you with this:
I don't know if anyone actually reads this silly blog of ours, or if the only ones who remember it are the people trying to get dirt on us, but if anyone does read this, thank you. This probably all sounds cheesy, and given this blog probably only really helps Phred and I, not any of you, but thanks anyways for having the patience not to report us or whatever and get our lifeline deleted.

I love you guys. It's been a great year, let's hope for a good 2015 after.

Adio.
Phranklynn G. M. P. McSparrow.