well hello there

It may please a select few of you to know that the title of this introduction was almost “How’s it Goin’ Bitches?” before I deemed it too inappropriate for a first introduction. Maybe next time.

Hello to the panful of duckbilled platypi who are currently feasting their eyes upon this very post. My name is Irene Storm (http://random-name-generator.info/), a recently acquired friend of Stacy’s.

There was a post on this blog titled “What oh What Should I Blog About?” that goes as follows:

Here are 10 ideas for what to blog about when it feel like you’ve used up your ideas.

1. Your life. Unless it’s boring.

2. Your favorite thing. Unless it is anything the ’20 Things Every Person Really Hates’ list.

3. Your boyfriend/girlfriend. Unless you don’t have one.

4. Your town. Unless it sucks.

5. Your friends. Unless they’re boring too.

6. Your family. Unless they’re dead or boring.

7. Your pet. Unless you don’t have one.

8. Talents that you have. Unless you don’t have any.

9. Write a review about a book, movie or game you have.

10. If you’ve come this far without being able to use any of the other ideas, it means you are very boring, and need to get a life.

Sadly, I crossed off every item on that list until I got to number 10. I have been deemed a boring person by the admin herself. But wait! No, I can not be. There is still one thing that may make me worth talking to:


Your first response will be to ask me to die a painful death. That’s okay. My puns are pretty killer. ((pun #1))

[laugh track]

No? Nobody?

All right.

That’s it for now. “Writer’s block is a real thing, despite what anyone says.” -me

[dramatically bows to all of my adoring fans (that happens to consist of -3 people)]

-Irene Storm

You’re There

Okay okay, I know I already posted the lyrics of the song, but this shows how it’s supposed to sound.

Please forgive my horrid voice, I’d blame it on puberty but it was always like that. *sob*

You know that feeling where you look at something you created and you just cringe so hard you want to pull your sweater up over your face and curl up in a corner? No? I’m the only one that gets that? Okay…

Conversations with little kids are so awkward for me

I have ‘nother video! *runs around in a circle like a demented chicken* 

My vooooooicee is so… Me. Blech. Anyways, *shuddup stupid dude in 

my head* the song was about my internal battle between good and evil. 

Silver water represents good, my guardian angel, and such things that 

aren’t in the habit of murdering people. Darkness/poisen is the devil, 

evil and my own sinful nature. I get that some of you guys aren’t really 

into that type of thing, so don’t think differently about me because of it,

 it’s just my own personal opinion.


Happened Recently Edition

So I was sitting on a bench in Walmart and waiting for my mom to finish the shopping. This little boy maybe 3 or 4 years old came up to me and asked me a bunch of questions. I could barely understand, him being 4 and all, so after each question I would stare into space stupidly for like 30 seconds trying to figure out what he said, and eventually either shake my head no or answer hesitantly. By the time he left I’m pretty sure another person had been drafted into the ranks of people who think I’m an idiot. BOTTOM LINE, I even suck at talking to people whose brains are scientifically proven to be slightly less developed than my own, but ‘science’ can be proven wrong!

ANYWAY *25¢*, we’re having s’mores tonight! *beatboxes awkwardly*

Nothing to say here folks, move along

I FINALLY got Kindle

Hi there people who are probably on the verge of driving me out of town with torches and pitchforks. Anyway *sigh*, I finally got around to downloading Kindle, mainly because a lot of our books got lost when we moved. 

I might post reviews of a few of the books I downloaded, but since we’ve already established the fact that I have very poor follow through, I’m going to assume everyone’s aware that it’s highly unlikely to actually happen. 


Cabbage. It’s like, uh, green, and leafy, and… Stuff *mumbles incoherently*. Also, I’m one of the few people I know who like it. I’M NOT A LETTUCE CHOMPING VEIGGIE LOVER! *10 minute long flashback that only I can see*

I’mma go eat lettuce- er, normal kid stuff!

I have a complicated relationship with salad

A Random Post + Semi-Creepy Short Story

Yeah… You probably already know this, but I’m like a super sensitive person. Not like the way hot vampire dudes are sensitive, like my feelings get easily hurt sensitive. Did that make sense? Eh, probably not, BUT I’M TOO TIRED TO DELETE IT SO SUE ME. TOTALLY UNRELATED, but have any of you seen that stupid Progressive commercial that’s like a soap opera? It just came on and reminded me why I don’t like soap opera’s. Oh, and Riley kicked me off Riley’s Backpack like a month ago. I’m not crying, you’re crying! *curls up in the corner and crys for an hour*

I’m okay now *eye twitches violently*. I just realized how completely random and everywhere this post is… But hey, you couldn’t explain my personality any other way!

Actually, you can, I have a list.

*laughs* Really? You couldn’t possibly-

*unrolls 5 foot long scroll* Okay, let’s see, annoying, nerdy, weird, obsessive, lame, embarressing- should I keep going?

*sniffs* No, I get the picture. *crys for another hour*

A Short Story About My Slow Decent Into Madness

No Idea Where I’m Going With This One

Author’s note: This is the creepiest thing I’ve ever written (obviously I’m not so hot at horrer writing)

You walk into my bedroom a week after this post and look around. You can’t 

seem to spot me, so you sit on my bed, and almost crush my tablet. Since 

you’re bored and you came all this way from wherever the heck you live, you 

decide to try to crack the password and maybe play a game. After an 

unsuccessful 15 minutes of typing, you hear a sad moan eminating from the 

closet. You cautiously approach, and slide open the creaky doors. You brush 

through several outdated dresses and a few scratchy coats, and blink 

repeatedly in the muggy darkness. Once your eyes adjust, you look around, and 

have almost signed off my house as haunted, but in the very darkest corner, 

you spot movement. You peer carefully at the blanket-swathed form shaking 

before you. You wonder if it’s a dying animal, and the thought causes you to 

jump back toward the door. Once you take a closer look, you realized that it is 

actually 13 year old girl rocking back and forth in the fetal position. “Umm, 

are you…okay?” You say in a low voice. Silence. And before you know it, you 

realize that the figure is coming toward toward you.

There goes the remaining people who didn’t already think I’m a weirdo! Aloha, good riddance, auf wiedersehen, adios, and other such words that mean good bye.

Riley, no need to explain why you kicked me off, I already know I suck, so no hard feelings 🙂

LBS #1

Haaaay, I decided to make my Little Bro Stories into a series!


WARNING: If you don’t like reading stories about puke, please click away


So anyway *jammit*, we were bored, and my second youngest bro, we’ll call him E, dare my oldest little bro, P, to chug down a cup of soy sauce. Well, P got that down all right (surprisingly), and we were looking for something else to make him drink. We almost made him drink Liquid Smoke (a brand of oven cleanser, I think), because the packaging made it look like it was hotsauce. So, after we almost gave P poisen, we found the olive oil. He took one sip, but looked all right, so we dared him to drink more. Guess what he does next? CHUG DOWN A WHOLE CUP OF PURE MOTHERFUCKING OLIVE OIL. Yeah, you see where I’m going with this? Anyyyyyywai *ha ha, doesn’t count XP*, P puked it and the entire contents of his stomach up pretty quickly. Oh, and it gets better. Guess where he puked? ON TOP OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF OUR DISHES. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. There will be the faint scent of stomach acid and partially digested food gracing the table for every one of our next 10 meals. Also, he puked some more in the toilet. And didn’t flush. E was the next person to go in there. Ever since then he’s looked like somebody hit him it the face with a raw fish and then made him eat it. Weird comparison, but you’d get it if you could see him.

Not exactly essential to the story, but somehow there was pieces of chicken in there. Which is creepy. Because the last time we ate meat was a month ago. In the middle of April. A month ago.

Anyway, moral of the story is: Never drink a cup of pure olive oil, it will jack you up.

Also, I apologize sincerely to everybody who reads this

Err, do you guys remember me?

Guys. Do you remember me? I don’t blame you if you don’t. After all, I’ve been gone for, um, over a month now. We know, get on with it Captian Obvious. Fine, geez. If you aren’t in a listen-to-a-randomgirl-on-the-internet-rant-about how-much-certain-brothers-suck mood, then you’re welcome to click away (actually, I’d really appreciate if you didn’t, cuz due to inactivity, stats are way down ;-; RAAAAAHHHH!!!).


SO, the oldest of my little brothers, weeeell, how do I put this delicately? Was directly related to the brutal and merciless destruction of our Wi-Fi cable. Ya’ see, we have all our school stuff, including the computer (which is occasionally used for skool), set up in the corner, and if you’re facing the computer, the Wi-Fi cable is hung upmalong the wall to your left. HOWEVER,  sometimes it slips out of the brackets, and ends up on the floor. WELL, this time (keep in mind, my brother is pretty much the only one that ever uses the CPU) not only did my *through teeth* L o V l Y  b R o T h E r  ignore the cord on the floor, he fricken SMASHED IT under the foot of his chair! And apparently the cable guy isn’t able to come until the 21st!! I know it was an accident, but DAMMIT it pretty much evaporated my online presence. You know what the the maddening cherry on this frustration sundae is? Our mom didn’t even yell at him. I know it’s wrong for me to want him to be punished and my mom to be angry, but srsly, she’s yelled at me for knocking something over (something literally almost unbreakable).

Forgive my childish outburst of rage, carry on with your online life, while I attempt to piece together the shattered remnants of mine. Cheers!


Don’t ever, ever, EVER let my brother near your Wi-Fi cable
(I know I already did my endnote thing, but just wanted to let you know I wrote a few more stories during my time in the prison I like to call internetlessness. I’ll post them over on my story and art blog, My Artistic Fluff)