Oddities in this world

Honestly, who comes up with this stuff?!

Anablephobia- Fear of looking up.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Bibliophobia- Fear of books.
Bogyphobia- Fear of bogeys or the bogeyman.
Cathisophobia- Fear of sitting.
Chorophobia- Fear of dancing
Domatophobia- Fear of houses or being in a house
Ephebiphobia- Fear of teenagers   {Mawhaha - feel the power!}
Francophobia- Fear of France or French culture
Geliophobia- Fear of laughter.
Genuphobia- Fear of knees.  {"ah, yes, that explains it."}
Graphophobia- Fear of writing or handwriting
Homichlophobia- Fear of fog.
Ichthyophobia- Fear of fish.
Koinoniphobia- Fear of rooms
Lachanophobia- Fear of vegetables
Melophobia- Fear or hatred of music.
Novercaphobia- Fear of your step-mother  {I could understand that}
Omphalophobia- Fear of belly buttons.   {"oooookkkkaaaayyy...?}
Phobophobia- Fear of phobias {!}
Pogonophobia- Fear of beards
Rhytiphobia- Fear of getting wrinkles.
Syngenesophobia- Fear of relatives.
Tyrannophobia- Fear of tyrants
Verbophobia- Fear of words.
Xanthophobia- Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow
Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat

A great quote to live by

Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence.

Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them,

joke over your troubles but gather strength from them,
make a jest of your difficulties but over come them.

~L.M. Montgomery

To be named or not to be named?

That, is my question.

What to go by now? Jare and Lib went so well together, but we both were like "meh" after a while. So Jare gets his way, and myself, my own (or something like that - we never actually talked about it)

Libby was (I mean), is, a nickname of a nickname (if that makes sense). But I'm not sure if I want to keep it. At the moment, I am cleverly titled as "noclue" (yep, just chugging away at all those brain cells!). Any ideas? Maybe I'll just go my my real name, it's not a secret or anything like that... (I don't like it though - so boring =P


Don't you just love my profile pic!?

So, also. I would like to know if anyone does, in fact, read this {pathetic} blog. Anyone? If so, what do you want to see here? Quotes? My attempts at art? Stories? I'm clueless... er. Or just delete the whole thing?

Now, I'm going to end this short post (before I add any more commas or question marks to it), and the only thing left unsaid is:
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You just know sometimes...

This is my hand, used as a paint sampler.

Love 'em and hate 'em

Medium: Pencil sketch

Skateboards.

The title pretty much sums it up.

I love them, because of their extreme awesomeness, and just because it's something that I just do, honestly. (weird, I know)

I hate them, well... because they hate me (in a sense). As in, I'm on one (happens to be the one I own - go figure) and I think I'm getting the hang of it. "Yah! I've got this!" I shout as I jump back on it in the Goodwill parking lot (where I just bought it 15 min. earlier. And under the sign that reads No Bicycles, Rollerblades or Skateboards Please!) and I push off.
It was grand - 18.4 seconds of pure bliss!
Then, as my brother poetically puts it, "your feet went over your head" thing happened.

In other words, I have no sense of balance. Really, I don't. I tend to fall over a lot. Some call me clumsy, others a pancake (don't ask) and strictly friends, "The Lib-out"

-Libster

PS
I admit it - I have become a horrible blogger. Please forgive me everyone!