so... this blog is pretty much done. Hope the world doesn't mind. I have a new one, wherein I'm much, much lazier and pretty much just post my current thoughts on everything.
www.dothedevo.wordpress.com
bye~
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Another meme because I can.
November is National Meme Month. Officially. That's why I'm posting two in one night! This one was shown to me by Jill, which is pretty cool. And it's long. Very long. But that's okay.
Don't tell me lies, so where's your man? Hah, by asking this, you assume I have one. Silly you.
First name of the last person to text you? Christina.
Tell me the truth, why did you fall in love with your last ex? Was it ever love? Another assumption; I lack an ex. Hoorah.
Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? My friend from school.
Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? Nope.
Has anyone said they love you in the last week? Yep. Just a second ago, actually, haha.
Have you faced any of your fears lately? Yes.
Have you ever kissed under water? No.
Who was the last person to comfort you as you cried? My mother.
Do you have to plug your nose while swimming under water? Nah.
Are you a heart breaker? Not to my knowledge.
Do you know anyone who commited suicide? Besides famous people? Nope.
Is it ever too late to apologize? Yes.
Do your computer speakers work? Yes, thankfully.
Which friend are you most similiar to? Um, in some respects, maybe my best friend. Which makes sense.
Your ex calls wanting to hang out. What do you do? I'd say that depends on why we broke up.
Would you get back with your last ex if they asked you? Haha.
Would you kiss the last person who texted you, on the lips? Not unless you paid me a considerable sum of money.
Camping with a ton of friends or hotel with a few friends? Hotel!
Have you ever kissed anyone who's name starts with P, J, R, M, C or D? No.
Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? Yes.
Do you think your ex will ever want to be with you again? Um. No?
What did your last text say? Some chain message.
Has anyone told you they don't ever wanna lose you? Don't think so.
What's your relationship with the last person you text? Friends.
Do you fall for people easily? Yes.
Is your crush banging someone else? I really hope not, since we're both fourteen.
Are you addicted to cigarettes? Nope.
Do you know anyone named holly? No.
Are you upset because you actually aren't even cool? Um, no.
Have you ever kissed someone who was drunk? Not to my knowledge.
Have you ever broken a couple up? Probably not, haha.
When is the next time you will kiss someone? No clue.
Do you find smoking unattractive? Not really.
Has a male ever grabbed your boobs? Nope.
Do you like sour candies? Yes.
Do you currently have a hickey, if so where? No.
Whats something that bothers you about girls? They have no morals.
Got feelings for anyone? 'Feelings' is such a stupid word. But yes.
Are you "with" the very last person you kissed? Nah.
Whats a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? Yaks.
Who is someone you want to bite right now? Definitely Edward Cullen.
Were you intoxicated the last time you threw up? Nope.
If you could see anyone you want who would it be? I don't like to use names on this blog.
Who was your crush in the 5th grade? A guy who I was close friends with and pretended not to like.
Do you like being around a large group of friends, or a best friend? Best friend.
Would you have sex with your ex for $1,000? No.
If you see a girl with big boobs do you automatically think shes a slut? Depends on the girl.
What's usually colder, your hands or your feet?: Feet!
Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? Um, no.
Do you remember who you liked on New Years? Yes.
Have you kissed the same person more than 20 times in 09? Nope.
Is there a person that you can go to in sweats, hair a mess, and still feel pretty? I don't know what that question's meant to imply.
Did you sing at all today? Yes.
Are you someone who worries too often? Yes, definitely, extremely so.
When was the last time you completely broke down? Last Thursday. So mentally stable, I am.
Could things possibly get any better? Yes.
Think back to your last relationship, was it all your fault it's over? Um. Sure?
Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? Yes.
If your mom worked at Hooters, what would you do? Hold an intervention.
Do you love where you live? It's okay.
What were you doing 12 AM last night? Sleeping.
Can you get over people easily? No, not really.
Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Don't know if I'm qualified to answer that.
Would you go out in public looking like you do now? Haha, sure.
Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? Nope.
Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No.
How do you feel right now? Bemused.
Did the last person who hurt you, ever apologize? Yes.
Are you a mean person? On occasion.
Do you believe once a cheater always a cheater? Nah.
Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other? Yeah.
Are you anything like you were at this point last year? A little bit, less angsty, I think.
What were you doing at 8 this morning? Sleeping.
Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it? Not necessarily.
How important is a sense of humor in a significant other? Very.
What's your background image on your phone? The DC skyline outside of my friend's father's apartment.
Last December, what was your love life like? Haha. Same as it is now.
Do you have a best friend? Yes!
Will tomorrow be a good day? I hope so.
Are you listening to music? Yes.
The last person you hugged, did you have feelings for them? Nope.
What's your favorite color(s)? Blue, gray.
Which do you prefer - eyes or lips? Eyes.
When someone says "we need to talk", what runs through your mind? 'Oh dear.'
What color are your eyes? Brown.
Seven months ago, can you remember who you liked? Yep. Definitely.
What are you listening to right now? What We Really Were by Mission Of Burma.
What did you have for breakfast? Plastic container of peaches.
What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Hanging out on the internet.
Do you love the last person that called you? Not really.
Where do you want to live when you're older? Seattle or Portland.
Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today? I haven't even had my phone on today.
Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Not sure.
Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? Not really.
Meet any new people this year? Tons.
Is there someone you wish you were still close with? Yeah.
Is it possible to be single and happy? In my experience, yes.
Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months? Not sure.
Do you like hugs? Sometimes.
Do you have any piercings? Nope.
Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate? I'd like to think so.
Baseball or football? Neither.
Do you want to get married? Yes, eventually.
Do you sleep on your stomach? On occasion.
Are you ticklish? Yes.
Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? I somewhat doubt it.
Do you know a few people that smoke weed? One or two I sort of think do.
Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby? Not to my knowledge.
Do you like the idea of promise rings in relationships? I didn't even know there was such a thing.
What's the next movie you'll watch in theaters? No clue.
Will you talk to the person you like tonight? Nope.
Is this the best summer of your life? It's fall, so I'd say no.
Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and be happy? Probably.
Do you prefer people who talk a lot or are quiet? Talk a lot; make up for my quietness.
Was last night terrible? No.
Have you ever wanted to never give up on someone? Nope.
Do you laugh a lot? Yeah, sort of.
This time last year, can you remember who you liked? Didn't like anyone.
Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? My friends Jill and Sarah.
Don't tell me lies, so where's your man? Hah, by asking this, you assume I have one. Silly you.
First name of the last person to text you? Christina.
Tell me the truth, why did you fall in love with your last ex? Was it ever love? Another assumption; I lack an ex. Hoorah.
Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? My friend from school.
Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? Nope.
Has anyone said they love you in the last week? Yep. Just a second ago, actually, haha.
Have you faced any of your fears lately? Yes.
Have you ever kissed under water? No.
Who was the last person to comfort you as you cried? My mother.
Do you have to plug your nose while swimming under water? Nah.
Are you a heart breaker? Not to my knowledge.
Do you know anyone who commited suicide? Besides famous people? Nope.
Is it ever too late to apologize? Yes.
Do your computer speakers work? Yes, thankfully.
Which friend are you most similiar to? Um, in some respects, maybe my best friend. Which makes sense.
Your ex calls wanting to hang out. What do you do? I'd say that depends on why we broke up.
Would you get back with your last ex if they asked you? Haha.
Would you kiss the last person who texted you, on the lips? Not unless you paid me a considerable sum of money.
Camping with a ton of friends or hotel with a few friends? Hotel!
Have you ever kissed anyone who's name starts with P, J, R, M, C or D? No.
Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? Yes.
Do you think your ex will ever want to be with you again? Um. No?
What did your last text say? Some chain message.
Has anyone told you they don't ever wanna lose you? Don't think so.
What's your relationship with the last person you text? Friends.
Do you fall for people easily? Yes.
Is your crush banging someone else? I really hope not, since we're both fourteen.
Are you addicted to cigarettes? Nope.
Do you know anyone named holly? No.
Are you upset because you actually aren't even cool? Um, no.
Have you ever kissed someone who was drunk? Not to my knowledge.
Have you ever broken a couple up? Probably not, haha.
When is the next time you will kiss someone? No clue.
Do you find smoking unattractive? Not really.
Has a male ever grabbed your boobs? Nope.
Do you like sour candies? Yes.
Do you currently have a hickey, if so where? No.
Whats something that bothers you about girls? They have no morals.
Got feelings for anyone? 'Feelings' is such a stupid word. But yes.
Are you "with" the very last person you kissed? Nah.
Whats a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? Yaks.
Who is someone you want to bite right now? Definitely Edward Cullen.
Were you intoxicated the last time you threw up? Nope.
If you could see anyone you want who would it be? I don't like to use names on this blog.
Who was your crush in the 5th grade? A guy who I was close friends with and pretended not to like.
Do you like being around a large group of friends, or a best friend? Best friend.
Would you have sex with your ex for $1,000? No.
If you see a girl with big boobs do you automatically think shes a slut? Depends on the girl.
What's usually colder, your hands or your feet?: Feet!
Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? Um, no.
Do you remember who you liked on New Years? Yes.
Have you kissed the same person more than 20 times in 09? Nope.
Is there a person that you can go to in sweats, hair a mess, and still feel pretty? I don't know what that question's meant to imply.
Did you sing at all today? Yes.
Are you someone who worries too often? Yes, definitely, extremely so.
When was the last time you completely broke down? Last Thursday. So mentally stable, I am.
Could things possibly get any better? Yes.
Think back to your last relationship, was it all your fault it's over? Um. Sure?
Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? Yes.
If your mom worked at Hooters, what would you do? Hold an intervention.
Do you love where you live? It's okay.
What were you doing 12 AM last night? Sleeping.
Can you get over people easily? No, not really.
Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Don't know if I'm qualified to answer that.
Would you go out in public looking like you do now? Haha, sure.
Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? Nope.
Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No.
How do you feel right now? Bemused.
Did the last person who hurt you, ever apologize? Yes.
Are you a mean person? On occasion.
Do you believe once a cheater always a cheater? Nah.
Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other? Yeah.
Are you anything like you were at this point last year? A little bit, less angsty, I think.
What were you doing at 8 this morning? Sleeping.
Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it? Not necessarily.
How important is a sense of humor in a significant other? Very.
What's your background image on your phone? The DC skyline outside of my friend's father's apartment.
Last December, what was your love life like? Haha. Same as it is now.
Do you have a best friend? Yes!
Will tomorrow be a good day? I hope so.
Are you listening to music? Yes.
The last person you hugged, did you have feelings for them? Nope.
What's your favorite color(s)? Blue, gray.
Which do you prefer - eyes or lips? Eyes.
When someone says "we need to talk", what runs through your mind? 'Oh dear.'
What color are your eyes? Brown.
Seven months ago, can you remember who you liked? Yep. Definitely.
What are you listening to right now? What We Really Were by Mission Of Burma.
What did you have for breakfast? Plastic container of peaches.
What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Hanging out on the internet.
Do you love the last person that called you? Not really.
Where do you want to live when you're older? Seattle or Portland.
Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today? I haven't even had my phone on today.
Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Not sure.
Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? Not really.
Meet any new people this year? Tons.
Is there someone you wish you were still close with? Yeah.
Is it possible to be single and happy? In my experience, yes.
Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months? Not sure.
Do you like hugs? Sometimes.
Do you have any piercings? Nope.
Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate? I'd like to think so.
Baseball or football? Neither.
Do you want to get married? Yes, eventually.
Do you sleep on your stomach? On occasion.
Are you ticklish? Yes.
Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? I somewhat doubt it.
Do you know a few people that smoke weed? One or two I sort of think do.
Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby? Not to my knowledge.
Do you like the idea of promise rings in relationships? I didn't even know there was such a thing.
What's the next movie you'll watch in theaters? No clue.
Will you talk to the person you like tonight? Nope.
Is this the best summer of your life? It's fall, so I'd say no.
Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and be happy? Probably.
Do you prefer people who talk a lot or are quiet? Talk a lot; make up for my quietness.
Was last night terrible? No.
Have you ever wanted to never give up on someone? Nope.
Do you laugh a lot? Yeah, sort of.
This time last year, can you remember who you liked? Didn't like anyone.
Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? My friends Jill and Sarah.
To celebrate November, I shall do one of those meme things.
I got this from Naomi's blog because she's an amazing blogger and therefore does amazing memes. Instead of my iPod, I'm using my extended favorites playlist on Grooveshark because I don't feel like hunting for my iPod right now.
"Put your music player on shuffle;
Post the first 40 songs that come up. You can repeat artists if you want. If you have any repeats, skip to the next track."
1. PCC - Green River.
2. Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill.
3. Vulcan Ears - Milencolin.
4. Halo - Beyonce.
5. Ariel - Babes in Toyland.
6. Green Eyes - Husker Du.
7. Love Is Paranoid - The Distillers.
8. Heaven Is A Truck - Pavement.
9. Lurker II - Jawbreaker.
10. Stutter - Elastica.
11. Hot And Cold - Katy Perry.
12. Verse Chorus Verse - Nirvana.
13. Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics.
14. Hard On For War - Mudhoney.
15. Dig Me Out - Sleater Kinney.
16. More Than A Feeling - Sleater Kinney.
17. Kiss Kiss - Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
18. Hummer - Smashing Pumpkins.
19. Deceptacon - Le Tigre.
20. Black September - Dead Moon.
21. Heavy Metal Machine - Smashing Pumpkins.
22. She's Crushing My Mind - Team Dresch.
23. Air - Frente!
24. What's Wrong With You - Bratmobile.
25. New Tools - Seaweed.
26. Drain The Blood - The Distillers.
27. Horrible - Frente!
28. Lorna - 7 Year Bitch.
29. New Radio - Bikini Kill.
30. Mongoloid - Devo.
31. Buffy (Main Title Theme) - The Breeders.
32. Jesus Online - Bush.
33. American Society - L7.
34. Hollywood Ending - Sleater Kinney.
35. Big Mess - Devo.
36. Swallow My Pride - Green River.
37. Danger! Danger! - Towers of Hanoi.
38. Hot Topic - Le Tigre.
39. I Just Can't Be Happy Today - Love Battery.
40. Drama - L7.
1. Which song do you prefer, #1 or #40? Probably 40, but they're both great.
2. Have you ever listened to #12 continuously on repeat? Yes. Addictively, at times.
3. What album is #26 from? Coral Fang.
4. What do you think about the artist who did #15? Best riot girl band ever. Carrie Brownstein is my hero.
5. Is #19 one of your favorite songs? No, but it's pretty good.
6. Who does #38 remind you of? A Le Tigre music video I watched once where everything was an innuendo.
7. Does #20 have better lyrics or music? Probably music, but that's only because the music doesn't make much sense.
8. Do any of your friends like #3? Not to my knowledge.
9. Is #33 from a movie soundtrack? Don't think so.
10. Is #18 overplayed on the radio? Nope.
11. What does #21 remind you of? Axl Rose, writing over the summer, and bare feet.
12. Which song do you prefer, #5 or #22? Team Dresch, I think.
13. What album is #17 from? Haha, I haven't the slightest idea. I don't usually listen to them.
14. When did you first hear #39? About a month ago.
15. When did you first hear #7? I was listening to all of the tracks off Coral Fang a few months ago.
16. What genre is #8? Post grunge / post punk.
17. Do any of your friends like #14? I don't know, probably not.
18. What color does #4 remind you of? Glittery gold.
19. Have you ever blasted #11 on your stereo? Definitely, multiple times.
20. What genre is #37? Post - riot grrl, I guess.
21. Can you play #13 on any instrument? No.
22. What is your favorite lyric from #30? I don't have any clue what he's singing, don't even know what 'Mongoloid' means...
23. What is your favorite lyric from #23? Again, I don't pay attention to the lyrics.
24. Would you recommend #24 to your friends? Possibly, if they were asking about the specific genre.
25. Is #2 a good song to dance to? Not really.
26. Do you ever hear #16 on the radio? Haha, no. Because the radio station is stupid.
27. Is #32 more of a “nighttime” or “daytime” song? Night.
28. Does #36 have any special meaning to you? Not unless you count me making up multiple meanings for the title when there probably aren't any. Then again, it's Mark Arm. So it probably does have multiple meanings, so no.
29. Do any of your friends like #31? Not as far as I know.
30. Is #25 a fast or slow song? Fast.
31. Is #35 a happy or sad song? It's Devo. They're just... Devo. They don't really do normal human emotions.
32. What is one of your favorite lyrics from #9? The part about talking walls.
33. Is #34 better to listen to alone or with friends? On the bus, alone.
34. When did you first hear #27? About six months ago.
35. Name 3 other songs by the artist who did #29 Sugar, For Only, Strawberry Julius.
36. Do you know all the words to #6? Nope.
37. Does #28 have better lyrics or music? Music, I suppose.
38. What album is #10 from? Elastica - the self titled debut.
Well, that was a fun time waster. Off to youth group. Oh dear. Let the social anxiety ensue.
"Put your music player on shuffle;
Post the first 40 songs that come up. You can repeat artists if you want. If you have any repeats, skip to the next track."
1. PCC - Green River.
2. Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill.
3. Vulcan Ears - Milencolin.
4. Halo - Beyonce.
5. Ariel - Babes in Toyland.
6. Green Eyes - Husker Du.
7. Love Is Paranoid - The Distillers.
8. Heaven Is A Truck - Pavement.
9. Lurker II - Jawbreaker.
10. Stutter - Elastica.
11. Hot And Cold - Katy Perry.
12. Verse Chorus Verse - Nirvana.
13. Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics.
14. Hard On For War - Mudhoney.
15. Dig Me Out - Sleater Kinney.
16. More Than A Feeling - Sleater Kinney.
17. Kiss Kiss - Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
18. Hummer - Smashing Pumpkins.
19. Deceptacon - Le Tigre.
20. Black September - Dead Moon.
21. Heavy Metal Machine - Smashing Pumpkins.
22. She's Crushing My Mind - Team Dresch.
23. Air - Frente!
24. What's Wrong With You - Bratmobile.
25. New Tools - Seaweed.
26. Drain The Blood - The Distillers.
27. Horrible - Frente!
28. Lorna - 7 Year Bitch.
29. New Radio - Bikini Kill.
30. Mongoloid - Devo.
31. Buffy (Main Title Theme) - The Breeders.
32. Jesus Online - Bush.
33. American Society - L7.
34. Hollywood Ending - Sleater Kinney.
35. Big Mess - Devo.
36. Swallow My Pride - Green River.
37. Danger! Danger! - Towers of Hanoi.
38. Hot Topic - Le Tigre.
39. I Just Can't Be Happy Today - Love Battery.
40. Drama - L7.
1. Which song do you prefer, #1 or #40? Probably 40, but they're both great.
2. Have you ever listened to #12 continuously on repeat? Yes. Addictively, at times.
3. What album is #26 from? Coral Fang.
4. What do you think about the artist who did #15? Best riot girl band ever. Carrie Brownstein is my hero.
5. Is #19 one of your favorite songs? No, but it's pretty good.
6. Who does #38 remind you of? A Le Tigre music video I watched once where everything was an innuendo.
7. Does #20 have better lyrics or music? Probably music, but that's only because the music doesn't make much sense.
8. Do any of your friends like #3? Not to my knowledge.
9. Is #33 from a movie soundtrack? Don't think so.
10. Is #18 overplayed on the radio? Nope.
11. What does #21 remind you of? Axl Rose, writing over the summer, and bare feet.
12. Which song do you prefer, #5 or #22? Team Dresch, I think.
13. What album is #17 from? Haha, I haven't the slightest idea. I don't usually listen to them.
14. When did you first hear #39? About a month ago.
15. When did you first hear #7? I was listening to all of the tracks off Coral Fang a few months ago.
16. What genre is #8? Post grunge / post punk.
17. Do any of your friends like #14? I don't know, probably not.
18. What color does #4 remind you of? Glittery gold.
19. Have you ever blasted #11 on your stereo? Definitely, multiple times.
20. What genre is #37? Post - riot grrl, I guess.
21. Can you play #13 on any instrument? No.
22. What is your favorite lyric from #30? I don't have any clue what he's singing, don't even know what 'Mongoloid' means...
23. What is your favorite lyric from #23? Again, I don't pay attention to the lyrics.
24. Would you recommend #24 to your friends? Possibly, if they were asking about the specific genre.
25. Is #2 a good song to dance to? Not really.
26. Do you ever hear #16 on the radio? Haha, no. Because the radio station is stupid.
27. Is #32 more of a “nighttime” or “daytime” song? Night.
28. Does #36 have any special meaning to you? Not unless you count me making up multiple meanings for the title when there probably aren't any. Then again, it's Mark Arm. So it probably does have multiple meanings, so no.
29. Do any of your friends like #31? Not as far as I know.
30. Is #25 a fast or slow song? Fast.
31. Is #35 a happy or sad song? It's Devo. They're just... Devo. They don't really do normal human emotions.
32. What is one of your favorite lyrics from #9? The part about talking walls.
33. Is #34 better to listen to alone or with friends? On the bus, alone.
34. When did you first hear #27? About six months ago.
35. Name 3 other songs by the artist who did #29 Sugar, For Only, Strawberry Julius.
36. Do you know all the words to #6? Nope.
37. Does #28 have better lyrics or music? Music, I suppose.
38. What album is #10 from? Elastica - the self titled debut.
Well, that was a fun time waster. Off to youth group. Oh dear. Let the social anxiety ensue.
Monday, October 19, 2009
School is beatin' up on me.
It isn't making me sink into a deep depression or start completely losing it, but it's making me physically dead. I sense a sick day coming around the corner. Oh wait. I have tests just about every day for the next three or four weeks. Guess that won't be happening. So anyway, now I can complain about my physical ailments. For the sake of most accurately recording my life, of course. It all started on Sunday, when I woke to find that my stomach was not going to cooperate with the rest of my body. Namely, it was not going to allow much room for movement. Or breathing. Or thinking functionally. I don't think God really likes it when you curse while begging for pain relief, but it hurt, darn it. I just love 'that' time of the month. Fortunately, my mother went to get me up for church around eight and found me paralyzed in my bed, trying to figure out how to breathe when my stomach was not allowing for any below neck movement and got me some Advil. Which relieved the pain in about ten minutes, as a nice dose of Advil is apt to do. But I was still tired so I opted out of church. Turns out that this is fortunate because I was laying there, thinking about how much I love Advil for a while. And then I decided to get up. When I did? Oh my God, my neck snapped in two or something, right then, and I fell back onto the bed, due to not being able to keep my head up. At this point, figuring my body was at war against me or something, I dragged myself across the room to the ever faithful Google and typed in my ailment, begging the internet for cures. I couldn't finishing reading them before needing to put my head down again, but I figured out that you're supposed to take some meds and heat it. Because I was alone in the house, I could not get into the meds. Well, mostly, it was because I couldn't walk. But also because I'm a rule follower and would never take medication with consulting my parents first, I guess. Heating it was also not an option because of the lack of mobility. So I lay on my bed, staring at my walls for a while until I figured it was maybe a good idea to at least try to do something about this situation. I shifted around until my neck stopped screaming with pain, and then I got up and held it that way. I then spent about forty minutes trying to do french homework, giving up and going back to bed, ripping the tags off of old tee shirts so I can wear them inside out, and listening to Heatmiser. To make a long, extremely boring story somewhat shorter, my parents got home, gave me medication, and then made me do the rest of my homework. My neck hurt a little for the rest of the day - and still does now - but it was much, much better. And then, when I woke up this morning, I found that I didn't have much of a voice. In fact, I had none. So I got to school, trying to convince myself that the voice would come eventually, and found that it did not. Still. Which meant I got to hoarsely whisper so that I could finish an english project with my friend until the voice made an appearance halfway through first block. And now I can't breathe through my nose and the voice comes and goes. What fun. After a short, mostly unscarring visit to the dentist today, I also have some gums that feel as though daggers have been plunged through them. Oh, and a lingering scar from gym class last week. Apparently, I do not 'bear crawl' properly. Oh, and also? Today when I was putting in my contact, it shattered in two. I yanked the bigger piece out before my eye died due to having plastic forced into it at five am, but the smaller one is quite possibly still lost somewhere in my eye. Which isn't good. My eye hurts, my parents made me take out my contacts this evening because it hurt, but I'm sort of worried it's just lost inside my head forever or something. So, tomorrow, I shall be more careful, I guess.
That was so much whining, I don't even know what to say about it. Oh well.
I went to the library on Sunday to finish an english project with my friends. On the way there, I kind of noticed that it's the first thing outside of school I've done with school friends since the sixth grade and wondered if this means that I'm a total loser or just way more reserved than I used to be. And even though it was a project and therefore they technically had to be there, I still count it as something outside of school. Mostly because we spent half of the time stalking some cashier at the McDonalds across the street. I don't have all that much trouble finding people to hang out with during school hours, but I don't understand how anyone can meet their best friend in school. I mean, I met mine on a video game forum, so maybe I shouldn't talk, but it seems sort of random. And I'm bad at getting attached to people: I'd have no reservations whatsoever about leaving my current school for a better situation, should one arise. Makes me feel like there's something abnormal about my level of teenagegirlness. But perhaps it's a dellusional projection on my part and I shouldn't worry.
Piano is so, so fun right now. I haven't gotten a new song assignment in about three weeks, but the Chopin prelude I'm playing right now is the best thing ever, so I don't mind. Plus, I'm still playing the Bach Prelude I've had for months now, and I can honestly say it's my favorite piano song, bar none. Even out of the Smashing Pumpkins and such that I've figured out. I've improved it a lot, so that my sixteenth notes are no longer completely random and my dynamics are... there. And I can go extremely fast, even if it usually ends up screwing up at the end. It feels odd to play really fast, you don't think about what you're doing, your fingers just kind of know what to do and you can listen. Worth two and a half months or work or whatever I've put into this thing. My lessons have been moved to Thursdays, to fit my sister's gymnastics schedule. But that's fine with me because I'm not totally ready anyway.
Can't think of anything else I feel like informing the world of at this time.
Oh wait, yes I can. My mother's friend's mother - I know that's hard to follow - is an author, which is always striking to me because I've never even been close to knowing one before, and somehow, my mother set things up so she's reading my novel and giving me feedback, and I sent her the prologue and first three chapters on Sunday, even though I'm not totally done editing them. She hasn't replied yet, as far as I know. But I really, really hope that she doesn't tell me the idea has no potential, or I can't write at all, or give me some meaningless compliment because I vaguely know her, so she has to. That'd make the whole endeavour worthless.
Music this week has been Heatmiser, who is the coolest band ever, a little bit of Jawbreaker, Karmafish and Fragile New Virus, who are both unsigned yet amazing bands I found off of this new website called Jamendo or something, Veruca Salt (excessively loud, on the bus, of course), Smashing Pumpkins, Toadies, Babes in Toyland, The Wipers, Hazel, who are insanely cool, Heavens To Betsey, which continues my hero worship for Carrie Brownstein, Frente!, and a few songs by this band called Hot Water Music. Not very much stuff, actually. I've mostly been exploring a few new bands, feeding addictions to old ones. Don't know what to comment on, besides that my father is now a Smashing Pumpkins fan. Like, enough that he deleted his trance strip club stuff to put Machina on his little MP3 player. I don't know whether to be impressed with my own brainwashing abilities or saddened by the amount of music my father and I are starting to have in common. This kid I know's asssessment of the stuff on my iPod after he looked at it, today? "Wow, you have a lot of weird stuff on here". I didn't really know what to say to that, and since I have about four versions of 'Coconut Mall', I said nothing.
That was so much whining, I don't even know what to say about it. Oh well.
I went to the library on Sunday to finish an english project with my friends. On the way there, I kind of noticed that it's the first thing outside of school I've done with school friends since the sixth grade and wondered if this means that I'm a total loser or just way more reserved than I used to be. And even though it was a project and therefore they technically had to be there, I still count it as something outside of school. Mostly because we spent half of the time stalking some cashier at the McDonalds across the street. I don't have all that much trouble finding people to hang out with during school hours, but I don't understand how anyone can meet their best friend in school. I mean, I met mine on a video game forum, so maybe I shouldn't talk, but it seems sort of random. And I'm bad at getting attached to people: I'd have no reservations whatsoever about leaving my current school for a better situation, should one arise. Makes me feel like there's something abnormal about my level of teenagegirlness. But perhaps it's a dellusional projection on my part and I shouldn't worry.
Piano is so, so fun right now. I haven't gotten a new song assignment in about three weeks, but the Chopin prelude I'm playing right now is the best thing ever, so I don't mind. Plus, I'm still playing the Bach Prelude I've had for months now, and I can honestly say it's my favorite piano song, bar none. Even out of the Smashing Pumpkins and such that I've figured out. I've improved it a lot, so that my sixteenth notes are no longer completely random and my dynamics are... there. And I can go extremely fast, even if it usually ends up screwing up at the end. It feels odd to play really fast, you don't think about what you're doing, your fingers just kind of know what to do and you can listen. Worth two and a half months or work or whatever I've put into this thing. My lessons have been moved to Thursdays, to fit my sister's gymnastics schedule. But that's fine with me because I'm not totally ready anyway.
Can't think of anything else I feel like informing the world of at this time.
Oh wait, yes I can. My mother's friend's mother - I know that's hard to follow - is an author, which is always striking to me because I've never even been close to knowing one before, and somehow, my mother set things up so she's reading my novel and giving me feedback, and I sent her the prologue and first three chapters on Sunday, even though I'm not totally done editing them. She hasn't replied yet, as far as I know. But I really, really hope that she doesn't tell me the idea has no potential, or I can't write at all, or give me some meaningless compliment because I vaguely know her, so she has to. That'd make the whole endeavour worthless.
Music this week has been Heatmiser, who is the coolest band ever, a little bit of Jawbreaker, Karmafish and Fragile New Virus, who are both unsigned yet amazing bands I found off of this new website called Jamendo or something, Veruca Salt (excessively loud, on the bus, of course), Smashing Pumpkins, Toadies, Babes in Toyland, The Wipers, Hazel, who are insanely cool, Heavens To Betsey, which continues my hero worship for Carrie Brownstein, Frente!, and a few songs by this band called Hot Water Music. Not very much stuff, actually. I've mostly been exploring a few new bands, feeding addictions to old ones. Don't know what to comment on, besides that my father is now a Smashing Pumpkins fan. Like, enough that he deleted his trance strip club stuff to put Machina on his little MP3 player. I don't know whether to be impressed with my own brainwashing abilities or saddened by the amount of music my father and I are starting to have in common. This kid I know's asssessment of the stuff on my iPod after he looked at it, today? "Wow, you have a lot of weird stuff on here". I didn't really know what to say to that, and since I have about four versions of 'Coconut Mall', I said nothing.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
School year is movin' along.
It is. The year is almost an eighth of the way over, now! Interims and all that. I've already rambled to everyone about my unexplainably good grades, but I've been posting 'em since I barely bailed myself out of Algebra last spring, so I shall continue the tradition. I don't have numbers for these grades because our interims only say letters, but that's okay.
English - A.
History - A.
Journalism - A.
Geometry - A. (I happen to know that I have a 99 percent in there because my teacher sent home more detailed interims by way of email. Me. Math. Ninety nine. Makes no sense, but I love it.)
French - A.
Biology - A- (Seriously?! I hate my teacher. I hated her before this, but I hate her more now.)
Gym - A.
So. Basically everything is fine, my parents aren't giving me any worried looks or whining about me slacking off. Which makes sense because I've been spending about five hours a day studying, doing homework, that sort of thing. I desperately want A's so that I can go to school in Washington when I graduate. If I don't get A's, it shall not happen, so therefore, I must get A's. It's a conditional statement thing! Sorta. My biology grade should be an A too. It would be an A if my teacher weren't a bitter old hag who takes out her passive agressive fury on a bunch of innocent freshmen every day. She gave me a C on this science fair packet because I 'didn't put metric units'. Yeah, um, I was listing the plants I intended to use. Can't really put units on that. Oh well, at least I'm not failing, even though I might not have anything close to an A after the unit test we just took. I studied so much for it, but macromolecules and atoms - which I'm learning for the second time, they still don't go into my head - do not stick for me. I'm definitely not a science person.
Enough about that, though. I don't really want to cultivate extreme hatred against a teacher the way I did against my english teacher last year. Too much work.
Last week, my mother, of all people, dragged me into getting a Facebook. For a long, long time, I was vehemently opposed to even thinking about it, but the ten demands a day of, 'do you have a Facebook yet?!' finally made me crack, and when I was weakened by... well, tiredness and stayed home from school last Friday, my mother almost singlehandedly created an account for me and promptly added herself to my friends list. I sort of got addicted for a couple of days, but it got old when I figured out that my friends don't actually have anything to say but that they found a pink cow in Farmville or whatever, and that they're bored. So spending hours a day on there isn't worth it, unless I'm attempting to stalk someone, which makes me feel stalkerish, so I had to stop that too. I wasn't successful, by the way. Searching through lists of eight hundred people has no effect. I hate that profiles are hidden. Makes it so much harder to do any proper stalking. That and I never learn people's last names. So I can't find the friends who actually ask me to find them on there, let alone people I spend time searching for even though I'd never friend them, due to me being me.
My father is a closet The Birthday Massacre fanboy. Actually, he's not really the closet part. Ever since I forced him to listen to my copy of 'Violet', he's been obsessed. He even tuned his keyboard to play one of their songs. We've listened to Violet in the car at least five times now, and he cranks it up louder than anything else he plays. So I ordered the 'Looking Glass' EP for him because his birthday is soonish and I had spare cash and I'm pretty sure he'll lemme listen to it. I love it when I've managed to brainwash my father into something. It's amusing, his ranting and raving about how insanely murderous their lyrics are becomes a sort of manifesto to their greatness halfway through. I don't love that many industrial bands, but they are great, yes.
This is short, but that's okay. Don't have much else to report in life, really.
Music lately has been much Green River. I ordered their album last week, along with Love Battery's Dayglo. Oh my goodness, Dayglo is an extremely amazing album, go out and buy it right now. Sleater Kinney too, I'm really liking One Beat right now. A little bit of Metric, and a couple of other obscure indie groups that my friend is brainwashing me daily to like, Smashing Pumpkins during lunch, which annoys my friends to no end because I space out to it and stop talking, L7 on the bus, Veruca Salt, some 10 Minute Warning. Mostly Love Battery. My devotion to this band goes to insane degrees, or so it would seem. I want to write a fan letter to Ron Nine, begging him to drag his band over here so they can play a show for me and the seven other Love Battery fans who probably live in Virginia. It'd be worth it for them, right?
That's about all, night for now.
English - A.
History - A.
Journalism - A.
Geometry - A. (I happen to know that I have a 99 percent in there because my teacher sent home more detailed interims by way of email. Me. Math. Ninety nine. Makes no sense, but I love it.)
French - A.
Biology - A- (Seriously?! I hate my teacher. I hated her before this, but I hate her more now.)
Gym - A.
So. Basically everything is fine, my parents aren't giving me any worried looks or whining about me slacking off. Which makes sense because I've been spending about five hours a day studying, doing homework, that sort of thing. I desperately want A's so that I can go to school in Washington when I graduate. If I don't get A's, it shall not happen, so therefore, I must get A's. It's a conditional statement thing! Sorta. My biology grade should be an A too. It would be an A if my teacher weren't a bitter old hag who takes out her passive agressive fury on a bunch of innocent freshmen every day. She gave me a C on this science fair packet because I 'didn't put metric units'. Yeah, um, I was listing the plants I intended to use. Can't really put units on that. Oh well, at least I'm not failing, even though I might not have anything close to an A after the unit test we just took. I studied so much for it, but macromolecules and atoms - which I'm learning for the second time, they still don't go into my head - do not stick for me. I'm definitely not a science person.
Enough about that, though. I don't really want to cultivate extreme hatred against a teacher the way I did against my english teacher last year. Too much work.
Last week, my mother, of all people, dragged me into getting a Facebook. For a long, long time, I was vehemently opposed to even thinking about it, but the ten demands a day of, 'do you have a Facebook yet?!' finally made me crack, and when I was weakened by... well, tiredness and stayed home from school last Friday, my mother almost singlehandedly created an account for me and promptly added herself to my friends list. I sort of got addicted for a couple of days, but it got old when I figured out that my friends don't actually have anything to say but that they found a pink cow in Farmville or whatever, and that they're bored. So spending hours a day on there isn't worth it, unless I'm attempting to stalk someone, which makes me feel stalkerish, so I had to stop that too. I wasn't successful, by the way. Searching through lists of eight hundred people has no effect. I hate that profiles are hidden. Makes it so much harder to do any proper stalking. That and I never learn people's last names. So I can't find the friends who actually ask me to find them on there, let alone people I spend time searching for even though I'd never friend them, due to me being me.
My father is a closet The Birthday Massacre fanboy. Actually, he's not really the closet part. Ever since I forced him to listen to my copy of 'Violet', he's been obsessed. He even tuned his keyboard to play one of their songs. We've listened to Violet in the car at least five times now, and he cranks it up louder than anything else he plays. So I ordered the 'Looking Glass' EP for him because his birthday is soonish and I had spare cash and I'm pretty sure he'll lemme listen to it. I love it when I've managed to brainwash my father into something. It's amusing, his ranting and raving about how insanely murderous their lyrics are becomes a sort of manifesto to their greatness halfway through. I don't love that many industrial bands, but they are great, yes.
This is short, but that's okay. Don't have much else to report in life, really.
Music lately has been much Green River. I ordered their album last week, along with Love Battery's Dayglo. Oh my goodness, Dayglo is an extremely amazing album, go out and buy it right now. Sleater Kinney too, I'm really liking One Beat right now. A little bit of Metric, and a couple of other obscure indie groups that my friend is brainwashing me daily to like, Smashing Pumpkins during lunch, which annoys my friends to no end because I space out to it and stop talking, L7 on the bus, Veruca Salt, some 10 Minute Warning. Mostly Love Battery. My devotion to this band goes to insane degrees, or so it would seem. I want to write a fan letter to Ron Nine, begging him to drag his band over here so they can play a show for me and the seven other Love Battery fans who probably live in Virginia. It'd be worth it for them, right?
That's about all, night for now.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
So much nothingness.
I'm insanely busy, but not with interesting things. Mostly, I'm just going to school. Coming home. Doing ten pounds of homework. Going to sleep. That's it. My life... gone. Not that I had much of one before, but what I did have got lost somewhere in the piles of geometry notes and french worksheets. I have a lot of homework this weekend. And when I say 'a lot', I mean a lot. I have to read a chapter from my biology textbook, answer the assessment questions, and make notecards to help me remember the vocabulary, and finish up the lab paperwork that I didn't have time to finish on Friday. Then I have to do three (yes, three) math assignments, make notecards to help me remember postulates and theorums and such, and study for the upcoming quiz. And then I have to get started on studying for my english test next week. And I have to make french notecards for chapter one, part two and study for the upcoming quiz on that. Basically, I'll be using a fair percentage of the world's stock of notecards this weekend. The only class I do not have homework in would be, surprisingly enough, history. History doesn't actually give much homework, but I end up doing a lot of homework for that class because I take ten pages of notes when everyone else takes about one and that takes some time. I learn by writing things down. Oh, and I have no journalism homework. I totally aced the test we had in there on Friday, fortunately for me, because my oh so intelligent project partners got us a B due to their inability to write a complete sentence and their overall giggliness. I hate working with people like that.
It's the weekend now, thank God. School isn't terrible, but it's very wearing. The only thing I'm doing after school right now is piano, on Tuesdays. Youth group is on Sundays this year. I'm still not 'getting involved', which I'm sure is going to maul my chances of getting into college, but that's okay. I'll figure something out later. Something that's not social or athletic or time consuming. The sad thing is, I love riding the bus. It's my favorite part of the school day. I've been using my father's old Walkman, bringing two or three discs a day, and it's working out swimmingly. 'Cept for when I have to change the CD in the middle of a bus ride. Mostly, I've been listening to L7's 'Hungry For Stink', which I bought along with Veruca Salt's 'Resolver' and Elastica's 'The Menace'. I think the L7 album is my favorite of the three. At first, I didn't love it, but it grew on me. 'Can I Run' is just about the best song in the world.
My thoughts aren't very cohesive today. It's raining outside and it's so, so pretty. Cloudy days are the best things ever.
I was going to go to some CD release show with a bunch of bands who's names I didn't know at all tonight, but then my friend got in trouble with her parents so now I'm not going, because my parents think I'll be murdered if I go anyplace alone. I'm, admittedly, not as sad as I would be because I knew who none of the bands were. The only reason I knew about the show was because this senior on my bus handed me a flier thingy, due to my tendancy to wear shirts with bands nobody knows on them. Well, she knew them. It surprised me that someone in my school knew who the Donnas were, but I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised. They're not underground or anything, and they're pretty poppy.
This is extremely short, but I don't know what else to say, and I sort of want to edit my novel, a little bit, today. It's already well past four, so I'd better get started. My mother's friend's mother is an author and my mother said she wants to see some of what I wrote because she read my little complaint letter... (which, by the way, the radio station has completely ignored. I'll be writing again soon.) So I think I should probably get some of the novel up to a level of decency.
Music lately has been a lot of Green River and some Mudhoney too, because I love Mark Arm and everything he does. A lot of Love Battery and Veruca Salt. During the school day, mostly L7. Some Smashing Pumpkins, I'm teaching myself 'Crestfallen' on piano so I'm listening to it again and again, Devo, The Distillers, a fair amount of Sleater Kinney, some Toadies. I totally forgot about them and was happy to remember. Nirvana, Babes In Toyland, The Go! Team, (I saw their first album at the record place last week and seriously thought about buying it, just because it was so cool that it was there). Chopin, I love all of the songs of his from Opus 28 that I've heard so far, The Birthday Massacre, a little bit of Lady Gaga, Moist, other scattered things.
That's it...
It's the weekend now, thank God. School isn't terrible, but it's very wearing. The only thing I'm doing after school right now is piano, on Tuesdays. Youth group is on Sundays this year. I'm still not 'getting involved', which I'm sure is going to maul my chances of getting into college, but that's okay. I'll figure something out later. Something that's not social or athletic or time consuming. The sad thing is, I love riding the bus. It's my favorite part of the school day. I've been using my father's old Walkman, bringing two or three discs a day, and it's working out swimmingly. 'Cept for when I have to change the CD in the middle of a bus ride. Mostly, I've been listening to L7's 'Hungry For Stink', which I bought along with Veruca Salt's 'Resolver' and Elastica's 'The Menace'. I think the L7 album is my favorite of the three. At first, I didn't love it, but it grew on me. 'Can I Run' is just about the best song in the world.
My thoughts aren't very cohesive today. It's raining outside and it's so, so pretty. Cloudy days are the best things ever.
I was going to go to some CD release show with a bunch of bands who's names I didn't know at all tonight, but then my friend got in trouble with her parents so now I'm not going, because my parents think I'll be murdered if I go anyplace alone. I'm, admittedly, not as sad as I would be because I knew who none of the bands were. The only reason I knew about the show was because this senior on my bus handed me a flier thingy, due to my tendancy to wear shirts with bands nobody knows on them. Well, she knew them. It surprised me that someone in my school knew who the Donnas were, but I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised. They're not underground or anything, and they're pretty poppy.
This is extremely short, but I don't know what else to say, and I sort of want to edit my novel, a little bit, today. It's already well past four, so I'd better get started. My mother's friend's mother is an author and my mother said she wants to see some of what I wrote because she read my little complaint letter... (which, by the way, the radio station has completely ignored. I'll be writing again soon.) So I think I should probably get some of the novel up to a level of decency.
Music lately has been a lot of Green River and some Mudhoney too, because I love Mark Arm and everything he does. A lot of Love Battery and Veruca Salt. During the school day, mostly L7. Some Smashing Pumpkins, I'm teaching myself 'Crestfallen' on piano so I'm listening to it again and again, Devo, The Distillers, a fair amount of Sleater Kinney, some Toadies. I totally forgot about them and was happy to remember. Nirvana, Babes In Toyland, The Go! Team, (I saw their first album at the record place last week and seriously thought about buying it, just because it was so cool that it was there). Chopin, I love all of the songs of his from Opus 28 that I've heard so far, The Birthday Massacre, a little bit of Lady Gaga, Moist, other scattered things.
That's it...
Thursday, September 10, 2009
No recess.
At my school. There is none. I haven't had recess since fifth grade, it's sad. And even then, I spent most of my days inside, reading books or watching my teacher's rabbits or whatever it is I did to amuse myself. Anyway. School has been going all right so far. All of the hype about high school being radically different from middle school? Yeah, it's stupid. Sometimes, I find myself walking through the halls or sitting in class forgetting that I've ever left my middle school. I've met a few people already; haven't had much chance to hang out with those that I used to know. Most of my school friends are in totally different classes than me. Or went to the other high school, which is unfortunate. I don't have all that much trouble making friends, but I don't like it. I'm very withdrawn when I don't already know people. Fortunately, if people are outgoing to talk to me first - and not annoying - I generally don't have too much trouble befriending them. I don't need to be all that social right now anyway. When I'm at school, I'm usually almost completely focused on figuring out where I'm going or what I'm doing. I have this thing about not upsetting new teachers, particularly those who teach subjects that I try to get decent grades in.
I'd say the hardest thing for me has been finding my way around. I don't consider myself too good to walk up to random seniors with my crinkled up, highlighted to death map and ask where I am, which means I haven't been late because none of them directed me the wrong way. And all of them were willing to help me. So far, high school isn't nearly as petrifying or fatality inducing as it's meant to be in movies and books and such. While it was somewhat intimidating to be walking the halls with people who look more like adults than teenagers, for about two periods, I got over it faster than I thought I would. Getting lost is the only real problem. My journalism classroom likes to make itself impossible for me to find. Today, however, I found it without asking anyone where to go. Which made me happy. I even got there safely before the bell rang. All of my other classes are pretty easy to find, since I have a map and they're not really out of the way too much.
Oh, and my schedule would be...
English - all days.
History - all days.
Journalism - 'a' days.
Geometry - 'b' days.
French II - 'a' days.
Biology - 'b' days.
Gym - all days.
They're not actually called 'a' and 'b' days, but if I told you what they were called, you'd be able to figure out school I go to, and I don't think I actually want that on the internet, even though almost no one reads this.
In other news, my piano lesson yesterday wasn't so great. My practice was a little bit messed up because I was gone half of the time, and my work ethic was really lacking during the time that I was home. My piano teacher said I did very well on Prelude though, luckily for me, especially when she found out I was having my lesson on my first day of school. (At this point, I should explain that I thought it a smart plan to stay up until past two writing and reading... fanfiction the night before. And then I got up at five. Before this, I was kept awake by power outages, stress, and too many blankets. So I was dead tired by the time I got home.) She taught me the epic part of the song, the part where left and right hands take turns playing on the same staff and the sixteenth notes look all pretty and advanced and I get confused. I'm also playing, 'Jester', but I'm not thrilled about it because it has chords, which I hate playing on the piano. If I don't adore the melody of a song, chances are, I won't learn it too well. I learned Prelude fast, compared to my other songs, and that's 'cause I loved it. Well, I'm still learning it. And I still love it. But I'm not totally proficient at most of it, yet. I'm still sort of addicted to playing 'The Devil' by Tears for Fears. And singing, but very softly, because I don't have much of a voice.
Well, to update this post, it's now Sunday night and I just realized that I got too lazy to bother hitting Publish and so now I've lived more and haven't told the world.
Music this week has been The Go! Team and a little bit of Hinder and quite a bit of Elastica and Green River and L7 and Devo, so much Devo, I want to marry all of Devo, Duran Duran and Tears for Fears, Spice Girls. I rediscovered my devout adoration for Love Battery this weekend - they really are so good, I can't stand it, most of the time. The Distillers, because 'Love Is Paranoid' is still my obsession. Some of their other stuff, but mostly that. Veruca Salt, Sleater Kinney, the Toadies, Moist. Lots and lots of Smashing Pumpkins. Is it just me or are they quite the fall band? Especially Adore and Mellon Collie. Dark, hazy songs with thickening layers of gray that you just kind of sink into, and keep going until you can't see. Chilling drum sounds, that sound all hollow and echoy. Angst without all the melodrama, in a subtle, dreamy way like something's been lost but it can't be found so no one bothers looking. That sort of thing.
I need to go to sleep and stop rambling about things. Bad enough that I wrote nearly three thousand word... description about someone who doesn't even belong to me tonight.
I'd say the hardest thing for me has been finding my way around. I don't consider myself too good to walk up to random seniors with my crinkled up, highlighted to death map and ask where I am, which means I haven't been late because none of them directed me the wrong way. And all of them were willing to help me. So far, high school isn't nearly as petrifying or fatality inducing as it's meant to be in movies and books and such. While it was somewhat intimidating to be walking the halls with people who look more like adults than teenagers, for about two periods, I got over it faster than I thought I would. Getting lost is the only real problem. My journalism classroom likes to make itself impossible for me to find. Today, however, I found it without asking anyone where to go. Which made me happy. I even got there safely before the bell rang. All of my other classes are pretty easy to find, since I have a map and they're not really out of the way too much.
Oh, and my schedule would be...
English - all days.
History - all days.
Journalism - 'a' days.
Geometry - 'b' days.
French II - 'a' days.
Biology - 'b' days.
Gym - all days.
They're not actually called 'a' and 'b' days, but if I told you what they were called, you'd be able to figure out school I go to, and I don't think I actually want that on the internet, even though almost no one reads this.
In other news, my piano lesson yesterday wasn't so great. My practice was a little bit messed up because I was gone half of the time, and my work ethic was really lacking during the time that I was home. My piano teacher said I did very well on Prelude though, luckily for me, especially when she found out I was having my lesson on my first day of school. (At this point, I should explain that I thought it a smart plan to stay up until past two writing and reading... fanfiction the night before. And then I got up at five. Before this, I was kept awake by power outages, stress, and too many blankets. So I was dead tired by the time I got home.) She taught me the epic part of the song, the part where left and right hands take turns playing on the same staff and the sixteenth notes look all pretty and advanced and I get confused. I'm also playing, 'Jester', but I'm not thrilled about it because it has chords, which I hate playing on the piano. If I don't adore the melody of a song, chances are, I won't learn it too well. I learned Prelude fast, compared to my other songs, and that's 'cause I loved it. Well, I'm still learning it. And I still love it. But I'm not totally proficient at most of it, yet. I'm still sort of addicted to playing 'The Devil' by Tears for Fears. And singing, but very softly, because I don't have much of a voice.
Well, to update this post, it's now Sunday night and I just realized that I got too lazy to bother hitting Publish and so now I've lived more and haven't told the world.
Music this week has been The Go! Team and a little bit of Hinder and quite a bit of Elastica and Green River and L7 and Devo, so much Devo, I want to marry all of Devo, Duran Duran and Tears for Fears, Spice Girls. I rediscovered my devout adoration for Love Battery this weekend - they really are so good, I can't stand it, most of the time. The Distillers, because 'Love Is Paranoid' is still my obsession. Some of their other stuff, but mostly that. Veruca Salt, Sleater Kinney, the Toadies, Moist. Lots and lots of Smashing Pumpkins. Is it just me or are they quite the fall band? Especially Adore and Mellon Collie. Dark, hazy songs with thickening layers of gray that you just kind of sink into, and keep going until you can't see. Chilling drum sounds, that sound all hollow and echoy. Angst without all the melodrama, in a subtle, dreamy way like something's been lost but it can't be found so no one bothers looking. That sort of thing.
I need to go to sleep and stop rambling about things. Bad enough that I wrote nearly three thousand word... description about someone who doesn't even belong to me tonight.
Monday, September 7, 2009
This weekend was amazing. :D
I'm only sad it's over and now summer is over too. But that's okay, because this post is going to not be about that, I don't think. Anyway, on Saturday, I went to the RevGen (Christian) music festival in New Jersey with my best friend. It was basically ten consecutive hours of hearing loud noises, getting to look at musicians and hanging out, which meant it was relentlessly fun. My father took me there, which was cool because according to... certain people I'm supposed to be hanging out with him more. Plus, he wasn't as loud or shrieky as my mother would have been. And he doesn't really care what I do most of the time, so he didn't try to make me stay with him constantly or anything. But I'm kinda rambling. So, anyway, we saw several bands. There were a couple that I didn't know that my father and I stood in the back for during the first hour of the festival, but they were pretty good. One was screamoish in nature, and the other was poppy rock, but if you asked me their names, I could certainly not tell you. I think the first thing we did pertaining to a band who's name I actually knew was this thing where we went inside a tent and listened to The Devil Wears Prada talk. I had never actually listened to this band, but I'm just going to take a second and mention that their keyboardist was exceedingly adorable, so that kept my attention while this old pastor person asked them questions for a while. Although I was somewhat disappointed there was no hugging involved with this little tent thing, it was fun to hear famous people talk and be in the same room as them. And then, I think - I could very well be forgetting something or putting things in the wrong order - we saw a band called Fireflight, who my mother apparently likes. I know she's not totally opposed to distortion or anything like that, she listens to Nickelback and the like, but this band was heavy so I'm sort of surprised she liked them. I actually recognized several of their songs from hearing them played in the car, or the house, or whereever she plays 'em. They were very good live. They sounded more metallic and much louder than on the CD, which I think made them sound better. Plus they had this synchronized headbanging thing going on that made them doubly entertaining to watch. Their singer was good live; she had lots of energy and was still... y'know, singing. And their guitarists were not only adorable, they appeared to be good at what they were doing. Which was guitar.
After that, we waited in line to get Fireflight's autographs which was cool 'cept for we were sort of worried they might want to know what our favorite songs were or something, which was not going to work out as we were not actually sure what the names to anything was. That got taken care of, though, and so we got to see the people up close and they touched stuff that we touched and all that. I don't know why, but the concept of being in the same realm as famous people is so insanely wonderful to me. And then we saw The Devil Wears Prada. I refused to go in the circles of people jumping around not actually slamming into each other because I am lame, which is unfortunate for Jill (the afore mentioned best friend), who probably would have, otherwise. And then my father thought I was going to die so he made me come stand further away, which I suppose might have been sad if I didn't partly have the same fear. I wanted to be near the front so I could see the band, but I didn't actually want to be in the middle of that. Aside from not having any clue what they were saying, ninety eight percent of the time, because they were, well, screaming, they were pretty good. I love their keyboardist. Which has almost nothing to do with the actual music, but I figure it's relevant enough to pass muster for this thing.
And then we ate food. And then we saw Flyleaf. Flyleaf was probably my favorite band of the day. They were incredible live, in my opinion. I was happy to find that I knew almost everything they played, with the exception of one or two new songs I don't think have been released yet. They played pretty much all of their best songs, besides 'Red Sam', which I don't think I even noticed the lack of while until just now. My favorite was definitely 'Breathe Today' - I used to be so addicted to that song, a year or two ago, and it was the coolest thing ever live. But 'Cassie' live was really good too. I actually liked it better when they played it than I did off the disc, I think. My only complaint was that I could barely hear Lacey's voice on some of the songs, maybe something was wrong with the sound system. We managed to be nearish the front but not in a pit of people, so that was good. Oh, and my father remembered his earplugs this time, so that meant he wasn't whining about being deaf after the show.
Lastly, we saw Switchfoot. My parents are both Switchfoot fans, so I know a couple of their songs, but I myself don't generally listen to them. Still, I enjoyed their show. Their singer was extremely good at the whole connecting to the audiance thing, and I recognized more than I thought. And he had beautiful hair. And eyes. And so that was entertaining too. He kept doing this thing where he was like, playing his guitar with his mouth which I'm sure sort of failed to impress whoever he was trying to impress but I thought it was a nice touch anyway. When the festival was over, we waited about an hour and a half 'til they decided we could leave the parking lot and then made the trek over to our hotel. By the time we got there, I was already half asleep. I think that's the most tired I've ever been before three in the morning and after nine in the morning. So that was the end of Saturday.
And then on Sunday, I went over to Jill's house and we watched 'Singles', which was a super amazing movie. I want to own it now. If it didn't have a sort of sex scene... Anyway. I think I should also make it be known that she had like, a heart attack over Pink Pop '92 videos of Pearl Jam. Mostly, Eddie Vedder. So if she ever tries to deny it, I shall have the evidence right here! I don't know what else to say about this besides that she has gorgeous posters up in her room.
This post is getting long due to my rambling tendancies and my lack of blogging as of late. I fear I might not be posting all that much in the months of September and October. School was the death of my last blog. By the second half of the year, time should be easier to find, but I'll have to work hard to keep posting. So, yeah.
Oh, and my shoes got here! They really are so ugly, they're pretty. Imagine bowling shoes faded from black to dark gray made of something between flannel and cotton, with scuffed up soles and oddly shaped tongues, and you have them. I love them. So much.
Music has been several things, mainly. I brainwashed my father to like Elastica during the car ride to NJ and back. I was surprised that he liked them, but I suppose I should just be happy because that means I can obessively play their album and he might not mind it. I've also been getting into the Distillers, a little bit. At first, I only listened to their hit, 'Drain The Blood,' but then I listened to all of Coral Fang and it's a great album. Pity it's got an explicit sticker and a naked girl decorating the cover. I'm especially addicted to 'Love Is Paranoid'. Best. Song. Ever. I hope I lose my addiction to it at some point, because I really don't think I can download it. I've also been listening to Green River, Smashing Pumpkins, and the Gothic - Industrial Tribute to SP that I have. Some stuff on there is brilliant, like Bella Morte's cover of 'Soma'. But some is crappy. Or at least, not to my personal liking. I was listening to a little bit of Flyleaf this morning. Oh, and I've been loving Devo. I need their first album.
That's about all.
After that, we waited in line to get Fireflight's autographs which was cool 'cept for we were sort of worried they might want to know what our favorite songs were or something, which was not going to work out as we were not actually sure what the names to anything was. That got taken care of, though, and so we got to see the people up close and they touched stuff that we touched and all that. I don't know why, but the concept of being in the same realm as famous people is so insanely wonderful to me. And then we saw The Devil Wears Prada. I refused to go in the circles of people jumping around not actually slamming into each other because I am lame, which is unfortunate for Jill (the afore mentioned best friend), who probably would have, otherwise. And then my father thought I was going to die so he made me come stand further away, which I suppose might have been sad if I didn't partly have the same fear. I wanted to be near the front so I could see the band, but I didn't actually want to be in the middle of that. Aside from not having any clue what they were saying, ninety eight percent of the time, because they were, well, screaming, they were pretty good. I love their keyboardist. Which has almost nothing to do with the actual music, but I figure it's relevant enough to pass muster for this thing.
And then we ate food. And then we saw Flyleaf. Flyleaf was probably my favorite band of the day. They were incredible live, in my opinion. I was happy to find that I knew almost everything they played, with the exception of one or two new songs I don't think have been released yet. They played pretty much all of their best songs, besides 'Red Sam', which I don't think I even noticed the lack of while until just now. My favorite was definitely 'Breathe Today' - I used to be so addicted to that song, a year or two ago, and it was the coolest thing ever live. But 'Cassie' live was really good too. I actually liked it better when they played it than I did off the disc, I think. My only complaint was that I could barely hear Lacey's voice on some of the songs, maybe something was wrong with the sound system. We managed to be nearish the front but not in a pit of people, so that was good. Oh, and my father remembered his earplugs this time, so that meant he wasn't whining about being deaf after the show.
Lastly, we saw Switchfoot. My parents are both Switchfoot fans, so I know a couple of their songs, but I myself don't generally listen to them. Still, I enjoyed their show. Their singer was extremely good at the whole connecting to the audiance thing, and I recognized more than I thought. And he had beautiful hair. And eyes. And so that was entertaining too. He kept doing this thing where he was like, playing his guitar with his mouth which I'm sure sort of failed to impress whoever he was trying to impress but I thought it was a nice touch anyway. When the festival was over, we waited about an hour and a half 'til they decided we could leave the parking lot and then made the trek over to our hotel. By the time we got there, I was already half asleep. I think that's the most tired I've ever been before three in the morning and after nine in the morning. So that was the end of Saturday.
And then on Sunday, I went over to Jill's house and we watched 'Singles', which was a super amazing movie. I want to own it now. If it didn't have a sort of sex scene... Anyway. I think I should also make it be known that she had like, a heart attack over Pink Pop '92 videos of Pearl Jam. Mostly, Eddie Vedder. So if she ever tries to deny it, I shall have the evidence right here! I don't know what else to say about this besides that she has gorgeous posters up in her room.
This post is getting long due to my rambling tendancies and my lack of blogging as of late. I fear I might not be posting all that much in the months of September and October. School was the death of my last blog. By the second half of the year, time should be easier to find, but I'll have to work hard to keep posting. So, yeah.
Oh, and my shoes got here! They really are so ugly, they're pretty. Imagine bowling shoes faded from black to dark gray made of something between flannel and cotton, with scuffed up soles and oddly shaped tongues, and you have them. I love them. So much.
Music has been several things, mainly. I brainwashed my father to like Elastica during the car ride to NJ and back. I was surprised that he liked them, but I suppose I should just be happy because that means I can obessively play their album and he might not mind it. I've also been getting into the Distillers, a little bit. At first, I only listened to their hit, 'Drain The Blood,' but then I listened to all of Coral Fang and it's a great album. Pity it's got an explicit sticker and a naked girl decorating the cover. I'm especially addicted to 'Love Is Paranoid'. Best. Song. Ever. I hope I lose my addiction to it at some point, because I really don't think I can download it. I've also been listening to Green River, Smashing Pumpkins, and the Gothic - Industrial Tribute to SP that I have. Some stuff on there is brilliant, like Bella Morte's cover of 'Soma'. But some is crappy. Or at least, not to my personal liking. I was listening to a little bit of Flyleaf this morning. Oh, and I've been loving Devo. I need their first album.
That's about all.
Monday, August 31, 2009
The beginning of the end.
School's almost here. Which means I'm going to stop posting again and start doing homework. I don't hate homework. 'Cept for when its not writing something. Which turns out to be what homework is, ninety five percent of the time. So I guess I really do hate homework. Maybe it'll get better in high school? Meh. I suspect not. I dread the prospect of... doing geometry, or any math at all, especially because I'll be with juniors who failed the class, apparently. It's not that I have a problem with people who don't work hard in class or are stupid or whatever - although I guess I sort of have a problem with the latter - it's mostly that I'm afraid because they're tall and they have an excess of confidence and they might try to cheat off me because I'm a freshman. Well, actually, I'm not afraid of that so much as I'm just hoping that they won't try, because getting suspended or expelled or failing for cheating is not on my list of things to get done this year. However, my mother reminds me, they'll be too concentrated on trying to pass the class to waste their time bothering other people. I'm not so sure that's true, but my mother has been unexpectedly right before, I suppose. I also dread the first day, mostly because I'll get lost. People keep telling me I won't. Ha. I know I will because when I went to that dreadful thing in the middle of the summer, I recognized nothing. Not a thing. I guess I can ask my more knowledgeable classmates or something. Still, what are the odds anyone's going to know enough obscure corners on the first day to tell me where journalism, of all things, is? Not very good ones, I don't think. The only thing I can remember about that room is that its in the back corner of the school, somewhere. Which is totally unhelpful. I'm worried that I won't know enough people to sit somewhere at lunch, even though I have absolutely no objections to sitting there with a book and being antisocial, at least for the first few days. If I were being rational, I wouldn't worry about this stuff, but I'm not so I do. Oh, and I also worry about french class, because I remember nothing. I think half of what we covered last year has totally escaped me. That means either reviewing french this week, or just accepting that my grade won't be so wonderful. Yeah. No clue what I'm going to do about that. And! Biology worries me because I'm not a science person. It took me at least thirty seconds to type the word 'biology' properly, for God's sake. We have to put together a science fair project. This isn't like, detrimental to my life, but I just don't want to. It'll take too long, I won't have any time, it won't be fun. Unless my parents let me experiment on rabbits or mice or something adorable and furry. Which isn't so safe or pleasent for the adorable and furry thing, so I don't think they will. Besides, we have three cats. Even if they weren't be experimented on, they'd have their days numbered. Oh, and I worry about not having enough time. My mother wants me to spend just about all day on Sunday in church, school days will be occupied by piano, whatever club I'm forced into, sleeping, homework and well... school, and Saturdays are the days I sleep. So that leaves me little to no time to do anything worth doing, whether that be hanging out with my friends or writing or reading or cleaning my room or wasting time looking at things on the internet. Which is pretty much what I've been doing all summer, whenever I can, and I like it that way. School eliminates life. For most people, I guess it sort of is life, but not for me. Last year was fine, but this year I need to do well and I'm going to try to have A's in everything but french and math because I need to get into college somehow, and it certainly is not going to be through my participation in countless events. On top of all of this, I'm worried because I'm already going to be in debt due to my hair's rebleaching, and my parents said I need to buy myself a new calculator if I don't find the one I lost. Which was something I really shouldn't have done, because that calculator was expensive and I was stupid for losing it and if I don't have it, I can forget having a halfway decent geometry grade. It's not a worry so much as an, 'oh darn, this kinda sucks.' But I mention it anyway because I can.
I hope nobody actually read all that.
In other news, my family is large and overwhelming and very Italian. My uncle went to a Mudhoney concert the night before he went to a Pearl Jam concert, making me eternally envious of his life. I ditched the baby shower I was meant to attend because I was wearing old jeans and a black sweatshirt, which was not an acceptable outfit, so I went to a kid museum with my father and little brother and had a great time. I think it was the best part of the whole six day thing. My little brother is the only one in my family who I consistently get along with. I brought my piano books to my grandparents' house because they have a piano and a keyboard, but every time I tried to practice, something happened and I couldn't. On top of that, I left the books there - however, I must confess, that was partly purposely because I didn't want to be stuck taking a lesson where I knew just about nothing tomorrow - so now I have no lesson tomorrow. At first I was insanely relieved. But then I realzied that now my first lesson falls on the first day of school, and then my reaction was a little less relieved. I will come home from all of the peril that will undoubtedly strike me, and then have more peril strike me because that's how it works with me and piano lessons. I love playing so darn much, but I get a panic attack before every single lesson.
My new guitar is here! At last! It's gorgeous. The strings were really, really out of tune but I fixed them up and played around a little with it. I am, by no means, a guitar expert, but I think it's comfortable to play. It's nice to have a change of pace, and having a guitar that's a little larger will probably help my fingers, not that I can tell at all by playing it, which I know is messed up, though I think my hands were probably still fine with the smaller size. My hand's not all that much bigger than my eight year old sister's. My mother still thinks it looks hickish. I don't care anymore. I've seen numerous people who are definitely not hicks playing very similar guitars, including some guy who I'm pretty sure is ex - Love Battery, so she's wrong.
I bought new (to me) shoes, after a long search, that are about twenty five years old and nineteen dollars. They're gray and rather ugly, but ugly in a pretty way. I love them. I don't know how comfortable they'll be, but I can whack them into shape by keeping them on while I sleep or something.
This week will be so busy. Tomorrow should have been a piano lesson, but it's not anymore, so I guess that's free. Wednesday is a therapy appointment. With my father. So much fun. Not only will my therapist yell at me to get involved with activity sorts of things, she'll also yell at me to communicate with my father. We haven't done any of the things she demanded we do last time we went, so we're both screwed in that respect. And school orientation, which I'm also worried about, but as long as they let us hang with friends, it should be all right. Believe it or not, I have kept in touch with most of the people I hung out with at school, which isn't actually all that useful, since most of them are going to another high school, but I suppose it sort of is. On Thursday, my sister has gymnastics and several people have orientation, which isn't that eventful for me, but it does mean there will be household chaos and such. On Friday, I'm getting my hair cut. And someone else is having orientation. I have too many other people living with me. On Saturday, I'm getting up early and driving to New Jersey for reasons I explained before.
This is getting long. I listened to Bikini Kill, Love Battery, Elastica, Smashing Pumpkins, Bratmobile, Duran Duran, Pond and Foo Fighters this week. That's all you need know.
Yeah.
I hope nobody actually read all that.
In other news, my family is large and overwhelming and very Italian. My uncle went to a Mudhoney concert the night before he went to a Pearl Jam concert, making me eternally envious of his life. I ditched the baby shower I was meant to attend because I was wearing old jeans and a black sweatshirt, which was not an acceptable outfit, so I went to a kid museum with my father and little brother and had a great time. I think it was the best part of the whole six day thing. My little brother is the only one in my family who I consistently get along with. I brought my piano books to my grandparents' house because they have a piano and a keyboard, but every time I tried to practice, something happened and I couldn't. On top of that, I left the books there - however, I must confess, that was partly purposely because I didn't want to be stuck taking a lesson where I knew just about nothing tomorrow - so now I have no lesson tomorrow. At first I was insanely relieved. But then I realzied that now my first lesson falls on the first day of school, and then my reaction was a little less relieved. I will come home from all of the peril that will undoubtedly strike me, and then have more peril strike me because that's how it works with me and piano lessons. I love playing so darn much, but I get a panic attack before every single lesson.
My new guitar is here! At last! It's gorgeous. The strings were really, really out of tune but I fixed them up and played around a little with it. I am, by no means, a guitar expert, but I think it's comfortable to play. It's nice to have a change of pace, and having a guitar that's a little larger will probably help my fingers, not that I can tell at all by playing it, which I know is messed up, though I think my hands were probably still fine with the smaller size. My hand's not all that much bigger than my eight year old sister's. My mother still thinks it looks hickish. I don't care anymore. I've seen numerous people who are definitely not hicks playing very similar guitars, including some guy who I'm pretty sure is ex - Love Battery, so she's wrong.
I bought new (to me) shoes, after a long search, that are about twenty five years old and nineteen dollars. They're gray and rather ugly, but ugly in a pretty way. I love them. I don't know how comfortable they'll be, but I can whack them into shape by keeping them on while I sleep or something.
This week will be so busy. Tomorrow should have been a piano lesson, but it's not anymore, so I guess that's free. Wednesday is a therapy appointment. With my father. So much fun. Not only will my therapist yell at me to get involved with activity sorts of things, she'll also yell at me to communicate with my father. We haven't done any of the things she demanded we do last time we went, so we're both screwed in that respect. And school orientation, which I'm also worried about, but as long as they let us hang with friends, it should be all right. Believe it or not, I have kept in touch with most of the people I hung out with at school, which isn't actually all that useful, since most of them are going to another high school, but I suppose it sort of is. On Thursday, my sister has gymnastics and several people have orientation, which isn't that eventful for me, but it does mean there will be household chaos and such. On Friday, I'm getting my hair cut. And someone else is having orientation. I have too many other people living with me. On Saturday, I'm getting up early and driving to New Jersey for reasons I explained before.
This is getting long. I listened to Bikini Kill, Love Battery, Elastica, Smashing Pumpkins, Bratmobile, Duran Duran, Pond and Foo Fighters this week. That's all you need know.
Yeah.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Oh dear.
Everything is ending. Summer, therefore freedom, therefore, my life. I'm leaving for New York and when I return, I have nothing but therapy, orientation, and a hair cut to greet me. Don't get me wrong -- I'm looking forward to the hair cut because then my bleach will be fixed so I don't have two inches of dark hair growing it over it. And my blue will be renewed by a person who knows what they're doing, which is always nice. I'm also going to a music festival with my best friend the weekend before school, which is amazing but I'll post more about that later. Not the rest, though, and I'm dreading school. Most of my (online) friends have already started school, and they all seem to be doing alright, but I really really really don't want to go back. High school sounds so scary, and even my mother admits my first week will suck. Oh well. Nothing I can do about it, may as well save the utter panic for the last week. I have this entire weekend to... deal with my family. Hoorah. At least my grandparents have a piano so I can entertain myself that way. I packed a couple of books too. My school mandated reading and my copy of The Picture Of Dorian Gray, becuase I love it and I want to read it again. It takes thought and paying attention, but I'm in the car for eight hours so I've got the time for it and nothing else to occupy my mind. Nothing better to do.
Oh, I had my piano lesson today. It was wonderful. One of the best I've had, even though I felt I wasn't doing all that great. I was so nervous, I spent at least two hours practicing this morning and probably an hour pacing around, worrying that I wasn't going to do well. Which, yes, is unreasonable when talking about a piano lesson, but oh well. I did pretty well, according to my piano teacher. She said she thought I was doing a good job of Bach's Prelude, which I also love playing, so that's good, and assigned me two and a half more lines. For some reason, her expectations for me are lower on this song than the others we've played. She seems to overlook the faults I have in playing, when she normally wouldn't. She's also giving me smaller assignments. Makes it easier to play it over and over, which is my favorite part of practicing so I don't mind at all. As for Bitter Sweet Symphony, I failed at it so we both agreed I need to give up pop music and play something else. I'm doing a song called, 'Jester' from this jazz book we found in the piano bench. It seems more reasonable. Less repeated chords, which I hate. By myself, I learned 'The Devil' by Tears for Fears. It's played almost solely in piano, so when I play along with the recording, it sounds like it should. It's an easy song, but so fun, and the melody is beautiful.
I ramble about piano too much, I noticed. Sorry for anyone who has to read through this stuff on a regular basis.
My guitar is due to get here... tomorrow. Great timing. Oh well. There's someone coming over to take care of the dogs and I suppose they can make sure the package gets inside alright.
I can't find any shoes. My mother said that my shoes (which are my favorite shoes ever) are dying and I guess I agree so now I'm hunting 'em down. There simply are not any shoes out there to my liking. And when I do find a shoe I like, its sold out of my size because size seven is the most popular size ever, apparently. I've already ranted to multiple people about this though, so I should not rant again. Of course, this is my blog, so technically, I can write whatever I want but like... yeah.
I missed the Love Battery show. Inevitably. So darn tragic. I need to write that letter to Love Battery, begging them to scrape up the money and get over here.
Music has been Frente. Due to some much needed help, I found the song 'Same' on MySpace. Full length track, unlimited plays, everything. The EP is still not mine, but at least that song is. Music has also been Love Battery, (a lot of) L7, Bikini Kill, Foo Fighters -- I bought their album, 'The Color And The Shape' last weekend -- 10 Minute Warning, Nirvana, my father's music, which is under the name 'Waveformation', Elastica (apparently finding their self titled album is hard and it's worth a lot of cash. I feel lucky now.), Green River, Beyonce, Soundgarden, Team Dresch, Veruca Salt, Smashing Pumpkins, and Moist. In short, some decent variety. Not too much garbage. Besides maybe Beyonce, but I swear I only like Halo. And Single Ladies, a little bit. Only a little. Sort of.
That's 'bout it. This was moderately short, but I don't have all that much to say...
Oh, I had my piano lesson today. It was wonderful. One of the best I've had, even though I felt I wasn't doing all that great. I was so nervous, I spent at least two hours practicing this morning and probably an hour pacing around, worrying that I wasn't going to do well. Which, yes, is unreasonable when talking about a piano lesson, but oh well. I did pretty well, according to my piano teacher. She said she thought I was doing a good job of Bach's Prelude, which I also love playing, so that's good, and assigned me two and a half more lines. For some reason, her expectations for me are lower on this song than the others we've played. She seems to overlook the faults I have in playing, when she normally wouldn't. She's also giving me smaller assignments. Makes it easier to play it over and over, which is my favorite part of practicing so I don't mind at all. As for Bitter Sweet Symphony, I failed at it so we both agreed I need to give up pop music and play something else. I'm doing a song called, 'Jester' from this jazz book we found in the piano bench. It seems more reasonable. Less repeated chords, which I hate. By myself, I learned 'The Devil' by Tears for Fears. It's played almost solely in piano, so when I play along with the recording, it sounds like it should. It's an easy song, but so fun, and the melody is beautiful.
I ramble about piano too much, I noticed. Sorry for anyone who has to read through this stuff on a regular basis.
My guitar is due to get here... tomorrow. Great timing. Oh well. There's someone coming over to take care of the dogs and I suppose they can make sure the package gets inside alright.
I can't find any shoes. My mother said that my shoes (which are my favorite shoes ever) are dying and I guess I agree so now I'm hunting 'em down. There simply are not any shoes out there to my liking. And when I do find a shoe I like, its sold out of my size because size seven is the most popular size ever, apparently. I've already ranted to multiple people about this though, so I should not rant again. Of course, this is my blog, so technically, I can write whatever I want but like... yeah.
I missed the Love Battery show. Inevitably. So darn tragic. I need to write that letter to Love Battery, begging them to scrape up the money and get over here.
Music has been Frente. Due to some much needed help, I found the song 'Same' on MySpace. Full length track, unlimited plays, everything. The EP is still not mine, but at least that song is. Music has also been Love Battery, (a lot of) L7, Bikini Kill, Foo Fighters -- I bought their album, 'The Color And The Shape' last weekend -- 10 Minute Warning, Nirvana, my father's music, which is under the name 'Waveformation', Elastica (apparently finding their self titled album is hard and it's worth a lot of cash. I feel lucky now.), Green River, Beyonce, Soundgarden, Team Dresch, Veruca Salt, Smashing Pumpkins, and Moist. In short, some decent variety. Not too much garbage. Besides maybe Beyonce, but I swear I only like Halo. And Single Ladies, a little bit. Only a little. Sort of.
That's 'bout it. This was moderately short, but I don't have all that much to say...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Haven't blogged in a lot of days.
Yeah, so I went to New Hampshire. It was totally fun until my grandparents started snapping at everyone they could see and I was forced into more boring activities than I ever thought I'd have to do and I had to sleep on a cement floor with an oxygen tank sighing loudly at me all through the night and my brother snoring. Thank you for that, my darling brother. The rest of vacation was alright. I was thrown out of bed around eight every day. Which was unfortunate, since it screwed up my head, but the rest of the days were decent. The trip was devoid of hipsters, besides a couple at Hershey Park. Hershey Park was pretty, and it was probably pretty darn awesome if you didn't have a chronic fear of head trama that made you stay away from rides at all costs. Which I do, for the time being, anyway. I should get on a ride at some time in my life, but what if that happens to be a head trama inducing one?! I hate near death experiences. Two is enough for one life. First the bolting horse, then the drowning. Too much risk taking. If I cut that out, I can (maybe) count on a gentle death in my sleep when I'm old. That sounds better than being taken down by something that's scary, or something that hurts. For some reason, when I tell my father about this philosophy, he tells me not to committ suicide. Which is stupid, because suicide is the last thing I'd do, right now. Or ever. I'm sort of anti - causing myself any pain at all. I won't even rip off a bandaid.
But I'm rambling. I could say it's 'cause I'm tired, but I've had so much caffiene today, I don't even think tiredness is possible. I've had two Pepsis, one very large, and a mocha frappichino that made me unable to sit still for the better part of a day. Coffee is my favorite thing in the world. Today was boring. Eleven, almost twelve hours in the car with two and a half books does that. Suddenly, having seven hundred songs on my iPod feels like nothing. I don't even have Machina on there yet. I need Dayglo so darn bad. Oh, that reminds me of something I need to rant about after I finish talking about this. The first book I read was 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' but Oscar Wilde. Best. Book. Ever. Not only did the author's personal life hook me from the start, the novel was so entertaining and thought provoking. I read a lot of classics, but I have to confess that some of them are things I read because I know they're meant to be good, even if I don't adore them. Like 'Pride And Prejudice', which I recently re - read. This book was different. Wilde writes in a way that is easier to understand, since the book was more recent than the average classic, but something about the way he writes is so artistic and fascinating. That's the first novel, bar none, I've read in a long time where I found myself re - reading parts because they were so darn good. Nobody writes things like that anymore. I wish I hadn't already finished 'Tunnel', because then I could try writing more like the way he writes. Maybe it's just as well though, because I don't want to start ripping him off... Anywho. The second book I read was 'The Dave Grohl Story' which was okay. The first part about his upbringing and his first experiences with the DC hardcore scene were good reading, particularly for someone who lives where I do. The part about Nirvana was interesting, but it ended up leaving me more annoyed than anything else, because the author had it out for Kurt & Courtney, from the very start, it was all about Kurt trying to decimate the band and Courtney treating him as a puppet and alienating the whole world through her sheer Courtneyness. Don't get me wrong, I don't object to Courtney bashing in the least, I, like about ninety five percent of the world, doesn't like her at all, but Kurt? By most accounts, he was a sweet, sort of misunderstood person who tended towards being very quiet. Not a band decimater, at least, not on purpose. So that was frustrating to read. The Foo Fighters part was alright. Mostly, it idolized Dave and took shots at everyone else in the music industry. Which is always nice to read about. If one was a manic Foo Fighers fan, they might appreciate it a little more. I can't call myself that, not even owning one of their albums, so I had only passing interest in parts of it. The last half of a book was this Christian woman genericish novel my mother had. I read it because I had two hours left and my other books were done. I could have attempted 'Paradise Lost', but I was sick of weeding through annotations after 'The Taming Of The Shrew' and 'Pride and Prejudice'. Nothing better for light reading than a book intended for thirty somethings who like romance without any physical contact. Those books are generally full of cliches and impossiblities that would be profoundly annoying anywhere else, but are kind of funny there. This particular one was about some woman who works at a cancer clinic and then gets breast cancer and falls in love with the doctor who she works for. Dunno if the irony's meant to get it pegged as witty or smart, but it had a rather fourth grade reading level, so I mostly just read it to pass time. Never finished it, don't know if I will. My mother doesn't like me reading her books, which is understandable, because I wouldn't let her go near mine.
Oh. Yes. Love Battery is playing their first show in years for seven dollars at an all ages club. Guess what city it's in. Freemont, in, y'know, Seattle. I can't really complain that they're sticking to their roots, and with the economy or whatever, it's probably hard to fly out to DC, but... I need you to play here, Love Battery!! My devotion for this band has reached a manic obsessive level over the past few weeks induced by repeated plays of Straight Freak Ticket and a crush on Ron Nine. I want to write them a fan letter, preferably begging them to come to DC or Northern Virginia. My parents rejected my offer to be in debt for several years so I could fly myself and one of them there. I actually cried over it. Twice. I might be a stupid suburban kid who knows nothing of real suffering, but I want to see Love Battery. So bad. Ron Nine normally plays more with his new band anyway. I should check them out. Down With People, they're called. Oh well. I'll have to content myself with finding out how to burn my Between The Eyes cassette to iTunes and hunting down copies of Confusion Au Go Go and Dayglo. I'm actually drained of cash, for the time being, because I sold my darling old guitar and bought myself a new one.
It is a white Epiphone G - 310 SG, which is a long way of saying it's a pretty normal looking electric guitar that can do a lot and isn't too complicated or expensive. Well, actually, it does cost more than I'd like, but I had enough, so I figured I may as well live within my means. Oh, speaking of musical instruments, I can ramble about piano for a little while, right? I practiced on my grandparents piano, which was old and out of tune and felt all wrong to me. It screwed up my Prelude so darn much. Prelude is turning out to be one of my favorite songs. Not just to play, but to hear. Although, playing it is really exhilerating, in a way. The progression of notes that are part of the D minor (I think) chords in both hands is so fun. I don't even think about what my fingers are doing very much anymore, which is my favorite part of learning any song. I like playing classical ten times better than playing pop or rock. That said, I've cultivated an odd little aspiration to play piano in a riot girl or grunge band (that sounds more like one of the heavier, earlier ones). Something like Green River, only maybe even heavier. And with a piano. Mostly, this is because I'm incapable on the guitar and enjoy playing the same five power chords way too much to make something of myself, but also because the idea just appeals to me quite a lot. Can't imagine how I'll find multiple people willing to work with that, but that doesn't mean it'll never happen.
Oh, goodness, this entry was long and rambling and had almost no content worth actually reading. Music lately has been Love Battery. I swear, the only thing besides a couple of L7 songs I listened to the entire duration of my trip to New Hampshire was the two albums currently on my iPod. Drowning Sun is the best song in the world. What other artist can pull off the groovy thing?! Might have already mentioned that, but still... I've been listening to Nirvana and Mudhoney too. Also some Pavement, which makes me worry that I might turn into a hipster some day. Then there's Veruca Salt and Bratmobile and Lady Gaga. I really like 'Love Game'. No idea why. In fact, I don't think I want to know. I listened to more Devo, and then some Le Tigre. More of the same thing I always listen to, really. And always Love Battery. They catch me by surprise in the best ways. Thus why they're beating out Smashing Pumpkins for my second favorite band, at least, right now.
But I'm rambling. I could say it's 'cause I'm tired, but I've had so much caffiene today, I don't even think tiredness is possible. I've had two Pepsis, one very large, and a mocha frappichino that made me unable to sit still for the better part of a day. Coffee is my favorite thing in the world. Today was boring. Eleven, almost twelve hours in the car with two and a half books does that. Suddenly, having seven hundred songs on my iPod feels like nothing. I don't even have Machina on there yet. I need Dayglo so darn bad. Oh, that reminds me of something I need to rant about after I finish talking about this. The first book I read was 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' but Oscar Wilde. Best. Book. Ever. Not only did the author's personal life hook me from the start, the novel was so entertaining and thought provoking. I read a lot of classics, but I have to confess that some of them are things I read because I know they're meant to be good, even if I don't adore them. Like 'Pride And Prejudice', which I recently re - read. This book was different. Wilde writes in a way that is easier to understand, since the book was more recent than the average classic, but something about the way he writes is so artistic and fascinating. That's the first novel, bar none, I've read in a long time where I found myself re - reading parts because they were so darn good. Nobody writes things like that anymore. I wish I hadn't already finished 'Tunnel', because then I could try writing more like the way he writes. Maybe it's just as well though, because I don't want to start ripping him off... Anywho. The second book I read was 'The Dave Grohl Story' which was okay. The first part about his upbringing and his first experiences with the DC hardcore scene were good reading, particularly for someone who lives where I do. The part about Nirvana was interesting, but it ended up leaving me more annoyed than anything else, because the author had it out for Kurt & Courtney, from the very start, it was all about Kurt trying to decimate the band and Courtney treating him as a puppet and alienating the whole world through her sheer Courtneyness. Don't get me wrong, I don't object to Courtney bashing in the least, I, like about ninety five percent of the world, doesn't like her at all, but Kurt? By most accounts, he was a sweet, sort of misunderstood person who tended towards being very quiet. Not a band decimater, at least, not on purpose. So that was frustrating to read. The Foo Fighters part was alright. Mostly, it idolized Dave and took shots at everyone else in the music industry. Which is always nice to read about. If one was a manic Foo Fighers fan, they might appreciate it a little more. I can't call myself that, not even owning one of their albums, so I had only passing interest in parts of it. The last half of a book was this Christian woman genericish novel my mother had. I read it because I had two hours left and my other books were done. I could have attempted 'Paradise Lost', but I was sick of weeding through annotations after 'The Taming Of The Shrew' and 'Pride and Prejudice'. Nothing better for light reading than a book intended for thirty somethings who like romance without any physical contact. Those books are generally full of cliches and impossiblities that would be profoundly annoying anywhere else, but are kind of funny there. This particular one was about some woman who works at a cancer clinic and then gets breast cancer and falls in love with the doctor who she works for. Dunno if the irony's meant to get it pegged as witty or smart, but it had a rather fourth grade reading level, so I mostly just read it to pass time. Never finished it, don't know if I will. My mother doesn't like me reading her books, which is understandable, because I wouldn't let her go near mine.
Oh. Yes. Love Battery is playing their first show in years for seven dollars at an all ages club. Guess what city it's in. Freemont, in, y'know, Seattle. I can't really complain that they're sticking to their roots, and with the economy or whatever, it's probably hard to fly out to DC, but... I need you to play here, Love Battery!! My devotion for this band has reached a manic obsessive level over the past few weeks induced by repeated plays of Straight Freak Ticket and a crush on Ron Nine. I want to write them a fan letter, preferably begging them to come to DC or Northern Virginia. My parents rejected my offer to be in debt for several years so I could fly myself and one of them there. I actually cried over it. Twice. I might be a stupid suburban kid who knows nothing of real suffering, but I want to see Love Battery. So bad. Ron Nine normally plays more with his new band anyway. I should check them out. Down With People, they're called. Oh well. I'll have to content myself with finding out how to burn my Between The Eyes cassette to iTunes and hunting down copies of Confusion Au Go Go and Dayglo. I'm actually drained of cash, for the time being, because I sold my darling old guitar and bought myself a new one.
It is a white Epiphone G - 310 SG, which is a long way of saying it's a pretty normal looking electric guitar that can do a lot and isn't too complicated or expensive. Well, actually, it does cost more than I'd like, but I had enough, so I figured I may as well live within my means. Oh, speaking of musical instruments, I can ramble about piano for a little while, right? I practiced on my grandparents piano, which was old and out of tune and felt all wrong to me. It screwed up my Prelude so darn much. Prelude is turning out to be one of my favorite songs. Not just to play, but to hear. Although, playing it is really exhilerating, in a way. The progression of notes that are part of the D minor (I think) chords in both hands is so fun. I don't even think about what my fingers are doing very much anymore, which is my favorite part of learning any song. I like playing classical ten times better than playing pop or rock. That said, I've cultivated an odd little aspiration to play piano in a riot girl or grunge band (that sounds more like one of the heavier, earlier ones). Something like Green River, only maybe even heavier. And with a piano. Mostly, this is because I'm incapable on the guitar and enjoy playing the same five power chords way too much to make something of myself, but also because the idea just appeals to me quite a lot. Can't imagine how I'll find multiple people willing to work with that, but that doesn't mean it'll never happen.
Oh, goodness, this entry was long and rambling and had almost no content worth actually reading. Music lately has been Love Battery. I swear, the only thing besides a couple of L7 songs I listened to the entire duration of my trip to New Hampshire was the two albums currently on my iPod. Drowning Sun is the best song in the world. What other artist can pull off the groovy thing?! Might have already mentioned that, but still... I've been listening to Nirvana and Mudhoney too. Also some Pavement, which makes me worry that I might turn into a hipster some day. Then there's Veruca Salt and Bratmobile and Lady Gaga. I really like 'Love Game'. No idea why. In fact, I don't think I want to know. I listened to more Devo, and then some Le Tigre. More of the same thing I always listen to, really. And always Love Battery. They catch me by surprise in the best ways. Thus why they're beating out Smashing Pumpkins for my second favorite band, at least, right now.
Monday, August 3, 2009
I don't really have a good excuse for not posting.
I don't. So I won't start with an excuse. It's been a little more than two weeks since I've posted, I think? And not even one little survey or post telling the world how I am. Which is fine, I guess, lots of other people do it but I like to try and post regularly. So now I'm posting and making it somewhat better. I wish I could say that summer's been so chaotic, I just haven't found time, but I've had time. I've just spent it occupying myself other ways. Want to hear about 'em? You know you do.
Firstly, I've been playing more guitar. I'm starting to get the skin shredded off the tops of my fingers again, which is cool, even though it hurts. I think I posted about this earlier, maybe, but I've been learning riffs and simple solos, and messing around with power chords, and it's all very fun. Because I'm not taking lessons, I can just let myself do whatever and not worry about learning specific things for the next week. I've learned all of L7's 'One More Thing' and Elastica's 'Blue', which is really easy, and most of Alice in Chains' 'Got Me Wrong' now. And Nirvana's 'Downer'. I want to learn some Smashing Pumpkins stuff, but Billy's insane at guitar, and I'm too lazy to deal with all of the things he does, so I had to put that aside for a while.
I've been playing piano too. I didn't have a lesson for about three weeks because we were both busy, and by then I'd made enough progress to get me ahead to the bridge of 'Psycho', which took forever. I could tell she wasn't sure that I was actually ready to move on, but was sick of making me play the same thing over and over. I don't know why I'm fine with classical stuff that is twice as hard as pop, but stumble over really easy stuff like this. It's annoying. I also got a new song assignment - Bach's Prelude Two in what I think is A minor, but I could be wrong. It's beautiful, if I get good at it, I might upload it to Youtube like I did with Movement One of Sonatina, but it's really hard. Well, not for someone who knows what they're doing, but for me. Especially since I've only had five days to practice this week, and one of them was sort of shortened. Thank God I still have today and tomorrow, I hate disappointing her and I still have no clue what I'm meant to be doing on Psycho, I only have about half of the right hand figured out on Prelude, and so... I have a lot to do.
Lastly, with the exception of hanging out with my internet friends, 'cause of course I'd be doing that, I've been writing again. For the first time in more than a year, excluding school assignments, it hasn't been fanfiction. I started a new novel, and it's at about twenty seven thousand words right now. I want to make it about fifty thousand at a minimum, but I guess I'll be done whenever the story line's finished. And then I can edit to make it longer. So much fun. My story doesn't... really... make sense, so I doubt it could go much of anywhere, but I'm having fun writing it and I've made almost ten thousand words in a day with it, so it's cool to have done that. I think that writing it has probably been the biggest cause in the random death of my blog, but oh well. I'm blogging now, right? And I intend to do at least three chapters today, even if they're not good chapters because I want to finish this whole thing by the time I leave for New Hampshire in a couple of weeks.
Oh. I almost forgot to mention this. I met my best friend. For the first time. In New Jersey (where, oddly, I came out of unscathed). It was pretty darn cool, to be able to hang out with someone who I've only talked to over the phone and over the internet before. I had to beg for it, because my father was really not too happy with the whole concept, but then she wasn't an old man, which meant he could go buy some cables at Game Stop and quit panicking, for the time being. We hung out at a mall for an hour or something, and then we (we being my father, brother and I) had to go. We saw my father's hometown, and this balloon festival thing where a disco band from the nineteen seventies were performing. And then we went to Great Adventure. We also saw Rutgers University, which is where my father went, and I've decided I am definitely not going there. Not only because it's in, well, New Jersey, but because it's huge. I can't handle the idea of taking a bus to get to each class, or wandering around miles and miles of paths. I have this little problem where I get really lost all of the time.
We went to PA over the weekend to see my grandmother, who actually lives in New York. I liked the city, even though my mother was afraid of it for some reason. There were so many hipsters, and if you know me, then you probably know how fascinating I find hipsters to be. I had a good time staking them out and envying their clothes. We went and did some historical things, and then we said goodbye to her and drove home. My favorite part of this vacation was probably, since I have had all interest in American history drained out of me by way of living near DC and having parents, was the mall that we stopped at on the way home. It was a gignatic, garish, tacky place that claimed to have more than two hundred stores. I loved it. I used nine dollars to buy Smashing Pumpkins' 'Machina and The Machines of God', which was one of their three albums that I didn't have yet. I still need Pisces Iscariot and Zeitgeist, but I'm not even sure I'll buy the latter because it's garbage compared to everything else they've put out and I already own most of its best songs. I also convinced my parents to buy me a leather jacket. I've sort of wanted one for more than a year, but yesterday I went on this obsessive quest through the whole mall and managed to find one that was frighteningly expensive to me, as I hate spending money, even when it's not mine, but was apparently pretty cheap for a jacket like that. It's brown, and it has some zippers, and I love it. Because buying stuff gives me a euphoria I don't think is normal.
Music as of late has been The Birthday Massacre and Marty Casey and Nirvana (mostly the Bleach stuff) and Steve Burns and Bikini Kill and Dinosaur Jr and L7 and Lily Allen and the Fastbacks and Love Battery. Oh, and speaking of Love Battery, I finally got around to putting Straight Freak Ticket, which I initially found to be subpar compared to their earlier stuff, on my iPod and oh my goodness, it's amazing. The melodies and such are more subtle, the guitar work is thinner, but it's so good. I can't stop listening to it. Every time I think that maybe I don't like Love Battery as much as I think that I do, they surprise me. I've also been listening to Smashing Pumpkins, of course. When I put up Machina, I'll have almost one hundred songs of their's on my iPod, which I think probably qualifies as obsessive since I, as I mentioned before, don't like spending my money on much of anything. I still need their singles and all that, but I guess I'll get around to that later.
That's all I have to say, for now.
Firstly, I've been playing more guitar. I'm starting to get the skin shredded off the tops of my fingers again, which is cool, even though it hurts. I think I posted about this earlier, maybe, but I've been learning riffs and simple solos, and messing around with power chords, and it's all very fun. Because I'm not taking lessons, I can just let myself do whatever and not worry about learning specific things for the next week. I've learned all of L7's 'One More Thing' and Elastica's 'Blue', which is really easy, and most of Alice in Chains' 'Got Me Wrong' now. And Nirvana's 'Downer'. I want to learn some Smashing Pumpkins stuff, but Billy's insane at guitar, and I'm too lazy to deal with all of the things he does, so I had to put that aside for a while.
I've been playing piano too. I didn't have a lesson for about three weeks because we were both busy, and by then I'd made enough progress to get me ahead to the bridge of 'Psycho', which took forever. I could tell she wasn't sure that I was actually ready to move on, but was sick of making me play the same thing over and over. I don't know why I'm fine with classical stuff that is twice as hard as pop, but stumble over really easy stuff like this. It's annoying. I also got a new song assignment - Bach's Prelude Two in what I think is A minor, but I could be wrong. It's beautiful, if I get good at it, I might upload it to Youtube like I did with Movement One of Sonatina, but it's really hard. Well, not for someone who knows what they're doing, but for me. Especially since I've only had five days to practice this week, and one of them was sort of shortened. Thank God I still have today and tomorrow, I hate disappointing her and I still have no clue what I'm meant to be doing on Psycho, I only have about half of the right hand figured out on Prelude, and so... I have a lot to do.
Lastly, with the exception of hanging out with my internet friends, 'cause of course I'd be doing that, I've been writing again. For the first time in more than a year, excluding school assignments, it hasn't been fanfiction. I started a new novel, and it's at about twenty seven thousand words right now. I want to make it about fifty thousand at a minimum, but I guess I'll be done whenever the story line's finished. And then I can edit to make it longer. So much fun. My story doesn't... really... make sense, so I doubt it could go much of anywhere, but I'm having fun writing it and I've made almost ten thousand words in a day with it, so it's cool to have done that. I think that writing it has probably been the biggest cause in the random death of my blog, but oh well. I'm blogging now, right? And I intend to do at least three chapters today, even if they're not good chapters because I want to finish this whole thing by the time I leave for New Hampshire in a couple of weeks.
Oh. I almost forgot to mention this. I met my best friend. For the first time. In New Jersey (where, oddly, I came out of unscathed). It was pretty darn cool, to be able to hang out with someone who I've only talked to over the phone and over the internet before. I had to beg for it, because my father was really not too happy with the whole concept, but then she wasn't an old man, which meant he could go buy some cables at Game Stop and quit panicking, for the time being. We hung out at a mall for an hour or something, and then we (we being my father, brother and I) had to go. We saw my father's hometown, and this balloon festival thing where a disco band from the nineteen seventies were performing. And then we went to Great Adventure. We also saw Rutgers University, which is where my father went, and I've decided I am definitely not going there. Not only because it's in, well, New Jersey, but because it's huge. I can't handle the idea of taking a bus to get to each class, or wandering around miles and miles of paths. I have this little problem where I get really lost all of the time.
We went to PA over the weekend to see my grandmother, who actually lives in New York. I liked the city, even though my mother was afraid of it for some reason. There were so many hipsters, and if you know me, then you probably know how fascinating I find hipsters to be. I had a good time staking them out and envying their clothes. We went and did some historical things, and then we said goodbye to her and drove home. My favorite part of this vacation was probably, since I have had all interest in American history drained out of me by way of living near DC and having parents, was the mall that we stopped at on the way home. It was a gignatic, garish, tacky place that claimed to have more than two hundred stores. I loved it. I used nine dollars to buy Smashing Pumpkins' 'Machina and The Machines of God', which was one of their three albums that I didn't have yet. I still need Pisces Iscariot and Zeitgeist, but I'm not even sure I'll buy the latter because it's garbage compared to everything else they've put out and I already own most of its best songs. I also convinced my parents to buy me a leather jacket. I've sort of wanted one for more than a year, but yesterday I went on this obsessive quest through the whole mall and managed to find one that was frighteningly expensive to me, as I hate spending money, even when it's not mine, but was apparently pretty cheap for a jacket like that. It's brown, and it has some zippers, and I love it. Because buying stuff gives me a euphoria I don't think is normal.
Music as of late has been The Birthday Massacre and Marty Casey and Nirvana (mostly the Bleach stuff) and Steve Burns and Bikini Kill and Dinosaur Jr and L7 and Lily Allen and the Fastbacks and Love Battery. Oh, and speaking of Love Battery, I finally got around to putting Straight Freak Ticket, which I initially found to be subpar compared to their earlier stuff, on my iPod and oh my goodness, it's amazing. The melodies and such are more subtle, the guitar work is thinner, but it's so good. I can't stop listening to it. Every time I think that maybe I don't like Love Battery as much as I think that I do, they surprise me. I've also been listening to Smashing Pumpkins, of course. When I put up Machina, I'll have almost one hundred songs of their's on my iPod, which I think probably qualifies as obsessive since I, as I mentioned before, don't like spending my money on much of anything. I still need their singles and all that, but I guess I'll get around to that later.
That's all I have to say, for now.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Life is... monochromatic.
My mother told me I use too many big words in my writing so I'm prone to hyperbole. I intend to never use small words when I could easily use bigger ones again, partly to spite her, but mostly because I think hyperbole makes everything better. If I spelled that word wrong in the title, you can pretend it's irony, but it's really just me being too lazy to use spell check. I showed her my submission for the anthology at writing camp today - a submission that's already been edited by several people and handed in - and mocked me for my use of words like 'relentless' and 'bleak'. Words that are not exactly SATish in nature. She's in a funny mood due to jet lag and God knows what else, but it was sort of degrading to be told that such words sound funny or awkward in my writing. I'd like to think it flows smoothly enough and tells the story. Maybe I'm just an egomaniac...
Enough rambling. I have some stressful things coming up, and that means I shall be writing panicky, ranty posts and staying up way too late and bothering everyone to death. Just a warning, if you happen to talk to me on a regular basis, like pretty much everyone who's liable to reading this does. Tomorrow, we're meeting an old friend of mine (we used to be best friends but that kind of changed) at the Metro station and she's hanging out here for a couple of hours. Under normal conditions, I'd think of it as a blessing, seeing someone who I used to be very close to that lives on the other side of the country, but things got complicated with her around sixth grade, and we never quite patched it up. So, as it is now, it just means I have to clean my room, clear my internet history so as to keep her from being exposed to the number of 'Blind Date' episodes I've watched and gossip blogs I've read. And Wikipedia pages. And then I have to change my background so that it doesn't reflect my new found love for the way Axl Rose looked in the 1980s. Not the man himself, you must understand, I think he's an idiot and is completely full of himself, but he was gorgeous in the eighties. And I have to make sure my hair looks fine and I'm not wearing anything particularly unusual tomorrow too, which just feels like undue stress.
Next week, I have a total of ten hours of my life dedicated to getting used to my high school. Not a single one of my friends will be attending the orientation, which I can deal with, but getting up at nine to be barked at and led around school corridors? I am not such a fan of that part of it. I'm extremely directionally challenged, so I hope and pray that they will not make us find our way around.
On a more optimistic note, writing camp has been moderately enjoyable. Almost everyone there is nice enough, and I'm not as uncomfortable as I used to be. The college campus is quite pretty, but college students are a self centered, over confident bunch who I hope I never become anything like. They're always rushing around in their artsy clothes with cell phones attached to their ears, giving little sideways glares to anyone who happens to consider being in their way. I've noticed a lack of students in classes, which must be a pleasent change from middle and high school, but kind of bothers me. Why are they there if they're not learning? I don't get it. Still, the camp itself doesn't give me much stress any longer. The only part I fret about is sharing - I fear that my group leader will force me to go up and read something, which I would not enjoy at all. The twelth graders intimidate me with their fancy metaphors and wise sounding comparisons, I'll freely admit that. It's not just that though, it's an almost instinctive fear of standing before a large group of people. Which reminds me. I accidently worked that line from 'Polly' in to something I wrote today, and didn't even notice until I was reading it.
My mother's return from her Seattle high school reunion was accompanied by a Love Battery tape - 'Between The Eyes'! I was going to go for the CD, but now I haven't any need and a Kurt Cobain shirt (my seventh Nirvana shirt. I know I'm too obsessed, but it's kind of fun) and this disc of various grunge songs. I took advantage of her high school's locale and made her buy me lotsa music stuff. Oh, how I miss that town. I was never old enough to appreciate while I had it. And now I live with lawyers and ex marines and other people who are not especially fun. My mother's friend's husband knew Stone Gossard in high school! Isn't that unbelieveable?!
I wanted to bake, but there is nothing in the house. Sadly.
My mother thinks that 'pwn' is a suggestive term.
Music as of late has been Love Battery, Nirvana, Elastica, Screaming Trees, Britney Spears and The Birthday Massacre. Nothing of interest. I only write this part for myself, though, so I can remember what I listened to. Steve Burns has a new album coming soon! I'm going to scrounge up a few dollars out of my meager new guitar fund and buy it. I love Steve, I need to support him in his music career. There might even be a concert at some point, if the opportunity comes up.
I think that's all I have to ramble about, for the time being.
Edit~ Oh, yeah, my Blogger icon is me now. From the front. I'm very brave; compromising my safety this way. I don't particularly like the picture, but my blazer's in it, so that makes it good. Note the weird aqua tinge of the front of my hair.
Enough rambling. I have some stressful things coming up, and that means I shall be writing panicky, ranty posts and staying up way too late and bothering everyone to death. Just a warning, if you happen to talk to me on a regular basis, like pretty much everyone who's liable to reading this does. Tomorrow, we're meeting an old friend of mine (we used to be best friends but that kind of changed) at the Metro station and she's hanging out here for a couple of hours. Under normal conditions, I'd think of it as a blessing, seeing someone who I used to be very close to that lives on the other side of the country, but things got complicated with her around sixth grade, and we never quite patched it up. So, as it is now, it just means I have to clean my room, clear my internet history so as to keep her from being exposed to the number of 'Blind Date' episodes I've watched and gossip blogs I've read. And Wikipedia pages. And then I have to change my background so that it doesn't reflect my new found love for the way Axl Rose looked in the 1980s. Not the man himself, you must understand, I think he's an idiot and is completely full of himself, but he was gorgeous in the eighties. And I have to make sure my hair looks fine and I'm not wearing anything particularly unusual tomorrow too, which just feels like undue stress.
Next week, I have a total of ten hours of my life dedicated to getting used to my high school. Not a single one of my friends will be attending the orientation, which I can deal with, but getting up at nine to be barked at and led around school corridors? I am not such a fan of that part of it. I'm extremely directionally challenged, so I hope and pray that they will not make us find our way around.
On a more optimistic note, writing camp has been moderately enjoyable. Almost everyone there is nice enough, and I'm not as uncomfortable as I used to be. The college campus is quite pretty, but college students are a self centered, over confident bunch who I hope I never become anything like. They're always rushing around in their artsy clothes with cell phones attached to their ears, giving little sideways glares to anyone who happens to consider being in their way. I've noticed a lack of students in classes, which must be a pleasent change from middle and high school, but kind of bothers me. Why are they there if they're not learning? I don't get it. Still, the camp itself doesn't give me much stress any longer. The only part I fret about is sharing - I fear that my group leader will force me to go up and read something, which I would not enjoy at all. The twelth graders intimidate me with their fancy metaphors and wise sounding comparisons, I'll freely admit that. It's not just that though, it's an almost instinctive fear of standing before a large group of people. Which reminds me. I accidently worked that line from 'Polly' in to something I wrote today, and didn't even notice until I was reading it.
My mother's return from her Seattle high school reunion was accompanied by a Love Battery tape - 'Between The Eyes'! I was going to go for the CD, but now I haven't any need and a Kurt Cobain shirt (my seventh Nirvana shirt. I know I'm too obsessed, but it's kind of fun) and this disc of various grunge songs. I took advantage of her high school's locale and made her buy me lotsa music stuff. Oh, how I miss that town. I was never old enough to appreciate while I had it. And now I live with lawyers and ex marines and other people who are not especially fun. My mother's friend's husband knew Stone Gossard in high school! Isn't that unbelieveable?!
I wanted to bake, but there is nothing in the house. Sadly.
My mother thinks that 'pwn' is a suggestive term.
Music as of late has been Love Battery, Nirvana, Elastica, Screaming Trees, Britney Spears and The Birthday Massacre. Nothing of interest. I only write this part for myself, though, so I can remember what I listened to. Steve Burns has a new album coming soon! I'm going to scrounge up a few dollars out of my meager new guitar fund and buy it. I love Steve, I need to support him in his music career. There might even be a concert at some point, if the opportunity comes up.
I think that's all I have to ramble about, for the time being.
Edit~ Oh, yeah, my Blogger icon is me now. From the front. I'm very brave; compromising my safety this way. I don't particularly like the picture, but my blazer's in it, so that makes it good. Note the weird aqua tinge of the front of my hair.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
This post can be disregarded if you're not Jill or myself.
Um... this is sort of hard to explain, but we got in to a little conflict about... ownership so now I'm posting a list of celebrities I own. Don't mind this unless you are, as the title states, Jill or me.
The list is as follows.
Kurt Cobain.
Chad Channing.
Krist Novoselic.
Mark Arm.
Andrew Wood.
Orlando Bloom.
Ron Nine.
Billy Corgan.
Jimmy Chamberlin.
Gavin Rossdale.
Mark Lanegan.
Andy Deane.
Adam Lambert.
David Usher.
Shannon Hoon.
Travis Warren.
And everyone in the bands Mudhoney, Green River, Love Battery and Pond. Even though there's nobody else particularly attractive in any of these bands, I have claimed them for the sake of the demented little game we play.
I'd like to make it clear that I, in no way, actually think I own these people, nor am I one of those manic fans who murders the object of their affection. I think.
The list is as follows.
Kurt Cobain.
Chad Channing.
Krist Novoselic.
Mark Arm.
Andrew Wood.
Orlando Bloom.
Ron Nine.
Billy Corgan.
Jimmy Chamberlin.
Gavin Rossdale.
Mark Lanegan.
Andy Deane.
Adam Lambert.
David Usher.
Shannon Hoon.
Travis Warren.
And everyone in the bands Mudhoney, Green River, Love Battery and Pond. Even though there's nobody else particularly attractive in any of these bands, I have claimed them for the sake of the demented little game we play.
I'd like to make it clear that I, in no way, actually think I own these people, nor am I one of those manic fans who murders the object of their affection. I think.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
A scattered sundries post of sorts.
Being too lazy to describe my now rather monotonous days in detail, I'll just write out something short with some of my passing thoughts.
I forgot to practice piano yesterday. I didn't even play 'Thru The Eyes Of Ruby' or a little bit of the impossibly rhythm lacking 'Psycho'. My hands did not touch those keys. I am in so much trouble next Monday.
'Don't Trust Me' by 3Oh!3 turns out to be one of the more awkward songs ever to be blasting in the car with a parent. My father did not appreciate the chorus. In fact, I don't think he appreciated the verses and bridge either.
Pandora internet radio has died and gone far below. It gives no more than four or five skips per station, and it carries over skip counts, making avoiding the really annoying songs it throws at you impossible. And when I get in a mood to listen to the specific Frente songs I cannot find anywhere else? It mocks me by playing no Frente on my... Frente station. Yeah, that makes sense.
I need to ramble about something else. Why is it that only thirty year old men talk to me on Youtube?! And my friends, of course. But mostly the older guys. I can't decide whether it's insulting, or merely odd.
My sleep deprivation caught up with me last night, so I wrote a confusing, poorly worded fanfiction chapter that made no sense and went to bed before I hit three thousand words, my benchmark of choice. It also had a plot that I didn't even want in my writing and generated excessive conflict. I got a really bad headache around two, so I went to bed. I was used to having three hours of sleep a night, so five was sort of refreshing.
I don't think I ever fully grasped how geeky I am. Until yesterday, when I was delighted about having writing homework. Of course, the happiness faded a little bit when I struggled more than I have with writing in a while and was ultimately unhappy with my finished product.
Picking up this post a day later... everyone liked my memoir. I suppose it was fine. I need to do some fixes this weekend, then email it to my group's leader.
I have temporarily given up my dream of owning a bass in favor of not having a glittery pink guitar any longer. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait at least a month for anything to happen since my old guitar has chipped paint and will only sell for about one hundred fifty dollars, which isn't really enough to buy a good guitar, or so it would seem. I want something about two hundred fifty dollars. Which means I'll be babysitting constantly.
I'm teaching my youngest brother how to read music and begin piano. It's fun so far, even if the experience is somewhat like one of those 'Miss Swan' skits on Mad TV. He's only six and can't really read very well, so I have to go quite slow. I want him to get better than my sister, because, well, she gets on my nerves with her center of attention mentality.
I figured out the opening riff to 'Thru The Eyes of Ruby' but I can't figure out the main riff for the verses. It sounds quite good once it's right, though. I want to work out seperate arrangements for the left and right hands that are more complex than just chords in the left hand and melody in the right. I know that's how guitar works, and that's what it's written for, but on piano it's boring once I've worked it all out.
My (incredibly lucky) mother is in Seattle today. She said Mudhoney played a concert there last night, which she, being stupid, did not go to. She was in Pike Place Market today, and bought me some things after my repeated desperate asking. I cannot wait for her to return home. Although, it is nice for her to not be here, namely because my father doesn't care what we do, and he lets us watch violent movies and buy Cheetos, which my mother hates. He also let me buy a forty dollar distortion pedal, which I somewhat doubt my mother would have enjoyed.
It's rainy here today. Beautiful and rainy. The trees look much greener when the sky is gray.
I listened to everything from Oasis to Duran Duran to 10 Minute Warning in the past days. Today, it was mostly Smashing Pumpkins and Candlebox, and Garbage. Oh, and Love Battery. I saw an interview where one of their band members said they didn't refine their sound 'til 'Straight Freak Ticket', but I think 'Far Gone' and 'Dayglo' are their best albums by far, so that's ridiculous. Just a random opinion tossed out there. Oh, and I've been listening to some Britney Spears - her old videos made her seem so innocent.
I think that's about all I have to say for now.
I forgot to practice piano yesterday. I didn't even play 'Thru The Eyes Of Ruby' or a little bit of the impossibly rhythm lacking 'Psycho'. My hands did not touch those keys. I am in so much trouble next Monday.
'Don't Trust Me' by 3Oh!3 turns out to be one of the more awkward songs ever to be blasting in the car with a parent. My father did not appreciate the chorus. In fact, I don't think he appreciated the verses and bridge either.
Pandora internet radio has died and gone far below. It gives no more than four or five skips per station, and it carries over skip counts, making avoiding the really annoying songs it throws at you impossible. And when I get in a mood to listen to the specific Frente songs I cannot find anywhere else? It mocks me by playing no Frente on my... Frente station. Yeah, that makes sense.
I need to ramble about something else. Why is it that only thirty year old men talk to me on Youtube?! And my friends, of course. But mostly the older guys. I can't decide whether it's insulting, or merely odd.
My sleep deprivation caught up with me last night, so I wrote a confusing, poorly worded fanfiction chapter that made no sense and went to bed before I hit three thousand words, my benchmark of choice. It also had a plot that I didn't even want in my writing and generated excessive conflict. I got a really bad headache around two, so I went to bed. I was used to having three hours of sleep a night, so five was sort of refreshing.
I don't think I ever fully grasped how geeky I am. Until yesterday, when I was delighted about having writing homework. Of course, the happiness faded a little bit when I struggled more than I have with writing in a while and was ultimately unhappy with my finished product.
Picking up this post a day later... everyone liked my memoir. I suppose it was fine. I need to do some fixes this weekend, then email it to my group's leader.
I have temporarily given up my dream of owning a bass in favor of not having a glittery pink guitar any longer. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait at least a month for anything to happen since my old guitar has chipped paint and will only sell for about one hundred fifty dollars, which isn't really enough to buy a good guitar, or so it would seem. I want something about two hundred fifty dollars. Which means I'll be babysitting constantly.
I'm teaching my youngest brother how to read music and begin piano. It's fun so far, even if the experience is somewhat like one of those 'Miss Swan' skits on Mad TV. He's only six and can't really read very well, so I have to go quite slow. I want him to get better than my sister, because, well, she gets on my nerves with her center of attention mentality.
I figured out the opening riff to 'Thru The Eyes of Ruby' but I can't figure out the main riff for the verses. It sounds quite good once it's right, though. I want to work out seperate arrangements for the left and right hands that are more complex than just chords in the left hand and melody in the right. I know that's how guitar works, and that's what it's written for, but on piano it's boring once I've worked it all out.
My (incredibly lucky) mother is in Seattle today. She said Mudhoney played a concert there last night, which she, being stupid, did not go to. She was in Pike Place Market today, and bought me some things after my repeated desperate asking. I cannot wait for her to return home. Although, it is nice for her to not be here, namely because my father doesn't care what we do, and he lets us watch violent movies and buy Cheetos, which my mother hates. He also let me buy a forty dollar distortion pedal, which I somewhat doubt my mother would have enjoyed.
It's rainy here today. Beautiful and rainy. The trees look much greener when the sky is gray.
I listened to everything from Oasis to Duran Duran to 10 Minute Warning in the past days. Today, it was mostly Smashing Pumpkins and Candlebox, and Garbage. Oh, and Love Battery. I saw an interview where one of their band members said they didn't refine their sound 'til 'Straight Freak Ticket', but I think 'Far Gone' and 'Dayglo' are their best albums by far, so that's ridiculous. Just a random opinion tossed out there. Oh, and I've been listening to some Britney Spears - her old videos made her seem so innocent.
I think that's about all I have to say for now.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Conversation with my friends.
My online friends and I have a tradition of sorts regarding posting our most moronic instant messanging conversations to blogs for later reading purposes. This one is really long, but I couldn't find a good place to cut it off. I won't tell you who's who, 'cause it's more fun not to!
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(deathbyeuphoria) SHUT UP ALLY
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(deathbyeuphoria) *strangles*
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
{taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(thereason155) Fuck. XD
(beingcute101) CHELSEA.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(everlong221) MY MOTHER.
(beingcute101) SARA.
(thereason155) O_O
(beingcute101) *SARAH
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY, SHUT UP OR KAYLA GETS HEATH.
(beingcute101) ...
(beingcute101) *grabs heath and runs*
(thereason155) ...XD
(everlong221) THEN DO I GET KURT?
(deathbyeuphoria) O_O xD
(everlong221) AND KRIST?
(everlong221) AND CHAD?
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(everlong221) D<
(thereason155) XDDD
(beingcute101) *fucking heath behind a tree*
(everlong221) LAWL.
(taintedxxlove77) you aren't being annoying, Jill-O o3o
(beingcute101) *distant* KAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(taintedxxlove77) .....
(beingcute101) *arms self with rifle*
(everlong221) Why did you say that, Sarah? XD
(thereason155) XD
(taintedxxlove77) because i wanted to o3o
(thereason155) I feel tension. XD
(beingcute101) hoedown throwdown = no.
(taintedxxlove77) I FOUGHT THE LOL
(taintedxxlove77) AND THE LOL WON
(deathbyeuphoria) ...darn xD
(everlong221) I hate the hoedown throwdown
- - -
(deathbyeuphoria) IT LOOKS LIKE A BUCKET OF FUN. @_@
(everlong221) I wanna go to another Offspring concert o_o
(deathbyeuphoria) xD
(thereason155) Bucket...? XD
(everlong221) It was TWO buckets of fun
(thereason155) More like, a dumpster of joyousnes. XD
(thereason155) *joyousness
(taintedxxlove77) haha, i was watching this music radio channel thingy on TV the other day and they were playing Candlebox. . o3o
(everlong221) And two buckets of other peoples sweat drenching my clothes o_o;
(deathbyeuphoria) ew xDD
(thereason155) O_O
(deathbyeuphoria) Run Baby Run - Garbage
(beingcute101) cumdumpster
(everlong221) Most of the sweat on me isnt my own XD
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF DEAD CL
(beingcute101) douche
(everlong221) huh?
(thereason155) ...XD
(beingcute101) i dunno... xD
(deathbyeuphoria) There's a dead blonde girl at the beginning of this video
(beingcute101) I HAVE PORBLEMS ;3;
(everlong221) Why do you shout shower?
(deathbyeuphoria) who looks like CL
(everlong221) PORBLEMS? XD
(everlong221) I HAVE THEM TOO!
(beingcute101) hail grammar nazi
(deathbyeuphoria) *salute*
(thereason155) XD
- - -
(everlong221) MY ASS FEELS LIKE A MILLIONA ND ONE BUCKS.
(thereason155) I sell propane and propane accessories; XD
(everlong221) BUCKS...BUCK....BUCKING.
(deathbyeuphoria) FUCKS... FUCK...FUCKING
(beingcute101) xD
(everlong221) BUCKING WHILE YOURE FUCKING~
(thereason155) SUCKS... SUCK... SUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) DUCKS... DICK... DUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) *DUCK
(thereason155) XD
(thereason155) DICKS... DICK... DICKSUCKING...? XD
(beingcute101) DICKS... DICK... DICKING
(everlong221) DICKING.
(everlong221) YOU JUST GOT DICKED.
(thereason155) *braindead* @_@
(thereason155) "I was raped in the ass." "YOU GOT DICKED!" O__O
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF
(deathbyeuphoria) BED RAPING
(thereason155) "I'm from K-Mart."
(thereason155) XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) OH MY GOD CHRIS CROCKER
(everlong221) I want a shirt that says "MADE IN A REST STOP BATHROOM."
(deathbyeuphoria) XDDDD
(thereason155) I THOUGHT YOU SAID COCKER. XD
(thereason155) Lawl, Jill; XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) CHRIS COCKER
(everlong221) COCKER GOT DICKED!
(thereason155) CHRIS HAS A COCKER... IN HIS ASS; OO:
(deathbyeuphoria) COCKER IS MINE
- - -
(thereason155) What happened?
(everlong221) I just tried to scratch my arm and realized I have a bruise there XD
(thereason155) Aw; *hug*
(everlong221) Im gonna be SO SORE tomorrow...o_o;
(everlong221) *hugs*
(thereason155) XD
(everlong221) Its my own fault XD
(deathbyeuphoria) she had anal sex with a zebra
(thereason155) Well, it's worth being sore, right?
(thereason155) WTF KAYLA XDDD
(thereason155) GET YOUR STRIPES BY HAVING TEH BUT SECKS~~
(deathbyeuphoria) what, anal sex with a zebra is worth it? o__O
(deathbyeuphoria) bad timing much?
(thereason155) No. The concert... XD
(beingcute101) john redcorn fucked dale's wife
(everlong221) ...
(thereason155) I know; XD
(thereason155) XD Jill
(thereason155) *BUTT
(beingcute101) MY NAME IS DOUGHTREVE COMMA BILL
(everlong221) MY NAME IS ALPHA KENNY BODY.
(thereason155) We got fucked. By german sheep; <3 XD
I know, my goodness, we curse a lot at night. And we constantly talk about sex. But that's pretty much how it goes; and we all like it, so...
Night.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(deathbyeuphoria) SHUT UP ALLY
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(deathbyeuphoria) *strangles*
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
{taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(thereason155) Fuck. XD
(beingcute101) CHELSEA.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(everlong221) MY MOTHER.
(beingcute101) SARA.
(thereason155) O_O
(beingcute101) *SARAH
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY, SHUT UP OR KAYLA GETS HEATH.
(beingcute101) ...
(beingcute101) *grabs heath and runs*
(thereason155) ...XD
(everlong221) THEN DO I GET KURT?
(deathbyeuphoria) O_O xD
(everlong221) AND KRIST?
(everlong221) AND CHAD?
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(everlong221) D<
(thereason155) XDDD
(beingcute101) *fucking heath behind a tree*
(everlong221) LAWL.
(taintedxxlove77) you aren't being annoying, Jill-O o3o
(beingcute101) *distant* KAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(taintedxxlove77) .....
(beingcute101) *arms self with rifle*
(everlong221) Why did you say that, Sarah? XD
(thereason155) XD
(taintedxxlove77) because i wanted to o3o
(thereason155) I feel tension. XD
(beingcute101) hoedown throwdown = no.
(taintedxxlove77) I FOUGHT THE LOL
(taintedxxlove77) AND THE LOL WON
(deathbyeuphoria) ...darn xD
(everlong221) I hate the hoedown throwdown
- - -
(deathbyeuphoria) IT LOOKS LIKE A BUCKET OF FUN. @_@
(everlong221) I wanna go to another Offspring concert o_o
(deathbyeuphoria) xD
(thereason155) Bucket...? XD
(everlong221) It was TWO buckets of fun
(thereason155) More like, a dumpster of joyousnes. XD
(thereason155) *joyousness
(taintedxxlove77) haha, i was watching this music radio channel thingy on TV the other day and they were playing Candlebox. . o3o
(everlong221) And two buckets of other peoples sweat drenching my clothes o_o;
(deathbyeuphoria) ew xDD
(thereason155) O_O
(deathbyeuphoria) Run Baby Run - Garbage
(beingcute101) cumdumpster
(everlong221) Most of the sweat on me isnt my own XD
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF DEAD CL
(beingcute101) douche
(everlong221) huh?
(thereason155) ...XD
(beingcute101) i dunno... xD
(deathbyeuphoria) There's a dead blonde girl at the beginning of this video
(beingcute101) I HAVE PORBLEMS ;3;
(everlong221) Why do you shout shower?
(deathbyeuphoria) who looks like CL
(everlong221) PORBLEMS? XD
(everlong221) I HAVE THEM TOO!
(beingcute101) hail grammar nazi
(deathbyeuphoria) *salute*
(thereason155) XD
- - -
(everlong221) MY ASS FEELS LIKE A MILLIONA ND ONE BUCKS.
(thereason155) I sell propane and propane accessories; XD
(everlong221) BUCKS...BUCK....BUCKING.
(deathbyeuphoria) FUCKS... FUCK...FUCKING
(beingcute101) xD
(everlong221) BUCKING WHILE YOURE FUCKING~
(thereason155) SUCKS... SUCK... SUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) DUCKS... DICK... DUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) *DUCK
(thereason155) XD
(thereason155) DICKS... DICK... DICKSUCKING...? XD
(beingcute101) DICKS... DICK... DICKING
(everlong221) DICKING.
(everlong221) YOU JUST GOT DICKED.
(thereason155) *braindead* @_@
(thereason155) "I was raped in the ass." "YOU GOT DICKED!" O__O
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF
(deathbyeuphoria) BED RAPING
(thereason155) "I'm from K-Mart."
(thereason155) XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) OH MY GOD CHRIS CROCKER
(everlong221) I want a shirt that says "MADE IN A REST STOP BATHROOM."
(deathbyeuphoria) XDDDD
(thereason155) I THOUGHT YOU SAID COCKER. XD
(thereason155) Lawl, Jill; XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) CHRIS COCKER
(everlong221) COCKER GOT DICKED!
(thereason155) CHRIS HAS A COCKER... IN HIS ASS; OO:
(deathbyeuphoria) COCKER IS MINE
- - -
(thereason155) What happened?
(everlong221) I just tried to scratch my arm and realized I have a bruise there XD
(thereason155) Aw; *hug*
(everlong221) Im gonna be SO SORE tomorrow...o_o;
(everlong221) *hugs*
(thereason155) XD
(everlong221) Its my own fault XD
(deathbyeuphoria) she had anal sex with a zebra
(thereason155) Well, it's worth being sore, right?
(thereason155) WTF KAYLA XDDD
(thereason155) GET YOUR STRIPES BY HAVING TEH BUT SECKS~~
(deathbyeuphoria) what, anal sex with a zebra is worth it? o__O
(deathbyeuphoria) bad timing much?
(thereason155) No. The concert... XD
(beingcute101) john redcorn fucked dale's wife
(everlong221) ...
(thereason155) I know; XD
(thereason155) XD Jill
(thereason155) *BUTT
(beingcute101) MY NAME IS DOUGHTREVE COMMA BILL
(everlong221) MY NAME IS ALPHA KENNY BODY.
(thereason155) We got fucked. By german sheep; <3 XD
I know, my goodness, we curse a lot at night. And we constantly talk about sex. But that's pretty much how it goes; and we all like it, so...
Night.
I'm too writing out'd to make up a title.
Writing camp is... different than I expected, I suppose. But it's not any fun. Yesterday was my first day, but the drama really started the night before. I was more panicked than I've ever been, to the point of tears. Apparently, stress makes me cry pretty frequently. First the algebra state testing. Now this. I stayed up until four thirty in the morning, talking to my friends online and then reading some more of 'Gone With The Wind' until I couldn't keep my eyes open and I gave up. Which meant I got three hours of sleep that night, which meant I was exhausted by the time I'd made it through the impossibly long car ride to George Mason University where the camp was being held. The first day is sort of a blur to me, thanks to the sleep deprivation, but I know that we wrote. A lot. I wrote a character sketch of David Bowie without using his name and then my group's leader made me read it out loud. I don't think anybody else in the room even knew who Bowie was enough to recognize him. But the leader told me it was nice anyway in a similar fashion to the way doctors talk to mental patients.
Today was a little better, 'cept for that we got rear ended this morning. The damage was minimal and neither my father nor I were hurt, as the other car had been going very slowly. It did make me twenty minutes late to camp, though. Today, we were assigned to wander around the campus in small groups and describe some of the people and objects we saw. I went with three or four other girls in the ninth / tenth grade split group I was put in and described a janitor who was sitting dejectedly on a bench a ways away. I think he noticed us staring about midway through our writing, because he started staring too, and it wasn't really a friendly stare. We're meant to write something by Friday that we can publish in the camp's anthology, so we worked on that for a while today too. I have no idea what I'm going to submit; I wrote about a homeless man fishing a book in a foreign language out of a dumpster today, making it totally clear to myself that I had no inspiration. I'm sure I'll find something. There are a great many subjects in this world.
So far, camp hasn't been devastatingly awful. Even if it's not great and it's very emotionally and physically draining. Most of the people there are moderately civil, though there are some that are remarkably crazy and sort of frighten me. It's sort of nice to hear large quantities of other people tossing around odd words and making comparisons to really irrelevent things in the middle of conversations, which is happening a lot there. I don't know if its because we're all kind of insane from writing too much or if it's merely a coincidence. Anywho. Tomorrow will be another stressful day, but I doubt the details of it will be anything of even slight interest.
Fortunately, I still have a little time to myself after returning home each day and eating. I spent most of this afternoon and evening trying to detangle 'Thru The Eyes of Ruby' - my all time favorite Smashing Pumpkins song - on piano by learning from guitar tabs. This had all sorts of lovely complications. For example, the first tabs website I went to neglected to tell me it was in half step down tuning, which is fine and good on guitar, just turn some pegs (I tried it and it sounded nice enough, the riffs for the verse and bridge are pretty easy) and you're done. On piano, I don't know if there's a better way, but I was playing nearly everything in flats, which means lots of annoying black keys instead of the flatter, easier white ones. Yes, I am aware this sounded racist but I didn't know how else to say it. I also faced trouble with the small matter of the riff, coupled with some chords I sorted out for myself sounding nothing like the song at all. Not sure why. Kind of irritated by this. But I can always try tomorrow. Thanks to some music off the internet, I can play the introduction, the only part with real piano, with ease, and it sounds awesome, even if its a pain to read the music.
My best friend convinced me that I need a bass by having a grand time with her's and telling me about it. Well, really, it's not her fault, I've sort of wanted to try playing for a while, but not enough that I actually thought to save up money for it. I'm waiting 'til I have enough to buy an amplifier, and then I'll get myself one and learn to play it! Well, try, at any rate. It's become increasingly clear that I actually have no musical talent, I just have to work really hard and practice a lot and get engaged enough with the music I play to keep going, and then I do all right. Which is sort of annoying, but oh well.
Music as of late has been the CD's I bought the last time my father took me to that lovely place. I got about ten of them, the most notable of which probably being Love Battery's 'Straight Freak Ticket' and Elastica's 'Elastica', which I liked better than I thought I would. I got a Tears For Fears album too, but not my favorite one, Moist's 'Silver', 10 Minute Warning's '10 Minute Warning' and some others. Sadly, there was no Frente. Not even one of their full length discs. Thus, my quest for Frente CDs continues. I've also been listening to some of my favorite artists, ones that I sort of started phasing out of, more - Nirvana and Stone Temple Pilots, namely. I've been listening to quite a bit of L7, some Babes In Toyland, and... Britney Spears. 'Blackout' is awesome, I don't care how cracked up she sounds through the whole thing.
That's about all I have to say. I know I'm really boring lately, but this blog was never intended to be entertaining, only a public diary of sorts.
Today was a little better, 'cept for that we got rear ended this morning. The damage was minimal and neither my father nor I were hurt, as the other car had been going very slowly. It did make me twenty minutes late to camp, though. Today, we were assigned to wander around the campus in small groups and describe some of the people and objects we saw. I went with three or four other girls in the ninth / tenth grade split group I was put in and described a janitor who was sitting dejectedly on a bench a ways away. I think he noticed us staring about midway through our writing, because he started staring too, and it wasn't really a friendly stare. We're meant to write something by Friday that we can publish in the camp's anthology, so we worked on that for a while today too. I have no idea what I'm going to submit; I wrote about a homeless man fishing a book in a foreign language out of a dumpster today, making it totally clear to myself that I had no inspiration. I'm sure I'll find something. There are a great many subjects in this world.
So far, camp hasn't been devastatingly awful. Even if it's not great and it's very emotionally and physically draining. Most of the people there are moderately civil, though there are some that are remarkably crazy and sort of frighten me. It's sort of nice to hear large quantities of other people tossing around odd words and making comparisons to really irrelevent things in the middle of conversations, which is happening a lot there. I don't know if its because we're all kind of insane from writing too much or if it's merely a coincidence. Anywho. Tomorrow will be another stressful day, but I doubt the details of it will be anything of even slight interest.
Fortunately, I still have a little time to myself after returning home each day and eating. I spent most of this afternoon and evening trying to detangle 'Thru The Eyes of Ruby' - my all time favorite Smashing Pumpkins song - on piano by learning from guitar tabs. This had all sorts of lovely complications. For example, the first tabs website I went to neglected to tell me it was in half step down tuning, which is fine and good on guitar, just turn some pegs (I tried it and it sounded nice enough, the riffs for the verse and bridge are pretty easy) and you're done. On piano, I don't know if there's a better way, but I was playing nearly everything in flats, which means lots of annoying black keys instead of the flatter, easier white ones. Yes, I am aware this sounded racist but I didn't know how else to say it. I also faced trouble with the small matter of the riff, coupled with some chords I sorted out for myself sounding nothing like the song at all. Not sure why. Kind of irritated by this. But I can always try tomorrow. Thanks to some music off the internet, I can play the introduction, the only part with real piano, with ease, and it sounds awesome, even if its a pain to read the music.
My best friend convinced me that I need a bass by having a grand time with her's and telling me about it. Well, really, it's not her fault, I've sort of wanted to try playing for a while, but not enough that I actually thought to save up money for it. I'm waiting 'til I have enough to buy an amplifier, and then I'll get myself one and learn to play it! Well, try, at any rate. It's become increasingly clear that I actually have no musical talent, I just have to work really hard and practice a lot and get engaged enough with the music I play to keep going, and then I do all right. Which is sort of annoying, but oh well.
Music as of late has been the CD's I bought the last time my father took me to that lovely place. I got about ten of them, the most notable of which probably being Love Battery's 'Straight Freak Ticket' and Elastica's 'Elastica', which I liked better than I thought I would. I got a Tears For Fears album too, but not my favorite one, Moist's 'Silver', 10 Minute Warning's '10 Minute Warning' and some others. Sadly, there was no Frente. Not even one of their full length discs. Thus, my quest for Frente CDs continues. I've also been listening to some of my favorite artists, ones that I sort of started phasing out of, more - Nirvana and Stone Temple Pilots, namely. I've been listening to quite a bit of L7, some Babes In Toyland, and... Britney Spears. 'Blackout' is awesome, I don't care how cracked up she sounds through the whole thing.
That's about all I have to say. I know I'm really boring lately, but this blog was never intended to be entertaining, only a public diary of sorts.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Internet survey by my dear friend, Naomi.
She made this! I decieded to fill it out for kicks. Pretty cool, am I right? You can read her blog here.
1. Who are you?
A hopeless liar and a hypocrite. (end Veruca Salt lyrics.)
2. What's your name?
On the internet? Vertige.
3. What's your nickname?
Well, I guess that'd be Vertige.
4. How comfortable are you revealing your name?
Very, I actually don't know why I don't use it on here.
5. When's your birthday?
June 30, 1995.
6. Which country/state do you live in?
Virginia, United States.
7. What color are your eyes?
Greenish brown.
8. What color is your hair?
Black and faded greenish teal.
9. Are you more tall, or short?
Totally average - 5'5.
10. Do you like your appearance?
I don't totally hate it, but I don't love it either.
Favorites(And Also Least-Favorites)
11. Color?
Blue or grey.
12. Name?
Alice is a pretty dang awesome name.
13. Band?
Nirvana! Love Battery, at the moment, is second.
14. Song?
'One More Thing' by L7.
15. Celebrity?
Kurt Cobain. Mark Arm is second. Kathleen Hanna is third. But I don't have a crush on her. I just think she's darn cool.
16. Country?
Sweden.
17. Animal?
Sheep or bunny.
18. Car?
I adore Volkswagon vans. Hippie cars are pretty.
19. Movie?
I have no idea. Maybe 'Labyrynth' with David Bowie.
20. Book?
'1984', I think.
21. Food?
Anything relating to chocolate floats my boat.
21. Drink?
I can only assume you don't mean alcohol. Coffee.
22. Candy?
Chocolatey... stuff.
How Many...
23. Siblings do you have?
Three.
24. Pets do you/have you had?
Eight. I have five right now.
25. Songs do you have on your iPod?
About 600, however I intend to upload more.
26. Friends would you estimate you have?
I think it's sad that I have no clue. Around thirty if you count not so close friends, I think.
27. Cousins do you have?
About fifteen.
28. Computers are in your house?
Four or five.
29. YouTube channels do you follow(If you're on YouTube)?
Three or four, I don't really follow channels.
30. Blogs do you follow?
Ten or eleven.
31. Of the Harry Potter books have you read?
Haha, zero. I'm a sheltered child.
32. Websites have you ever been banned from?
Animal Crossing Community about a dozen times.
33. States have you visited?
Somewhere in the realm of fifteen.
34. Songs can you play on musical instruments?
Quite a few...
35. Songs on your iPod made it to number one in the charts?
None, as far as I know. Oh, wait, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' might have.
Have You Ever...
36. Met someone famous?
Does Andy from Bella Morte count? If so, then yes.
37. Been on TV?
Yes. They did this bit on my family when we adopted from Cambodia for some reason.
38. Seen the 'miracle of birth' or whatever happen?
Nope.
39. Fallen asleep in school?
Yes.
40. Gotten suspended from school?
No.
41. Been in a school talent show?
No.
42. Seen a rare species of animal in the wild?
No.
43. Gotten any of your work published?
Yes. Darn my school's literary magazine.
44. Snuck out?
No.
45. Stayed online all night?
Yup yup.
Your Day
46. How was your day?
Average.
47. How are you feeling?
Tense and confused.
48. How bored did you get today?
Not very.
49. How many people did you estimate you talked to?
Nine or ten.
59. How much time did you spend watching TV?
None.
60. Did you 5-2-1 today?(Hehe, only Adele can answer this...)
Is that the new 69 or something?
Other
Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars has more people with eighties hair. Clear win.
Green Day or Linkin Park?
Green Day.
Looking forward to the new Harry Potter?
Not particularly.
Do you like the movie Mean Girls?
I've only seen part of it, but it seems pretty good.
How many blog followers do you have?
Five, I think.
How often do you blog?
A couple of times a week.
What's the weather like?
Dark and cloudy.
Did you like this quiz?
Yes!
Aren't you just longing to take it now? Go ahead. Do it. Make sure to credit Naomi.
1. Who are you?
A hopeless liar and a hypocrite. (end Veruca Salt lyrics.)
2. What's your name?
On the internet? Vertige.
3. What's your nickname?
Well, I guess that'd be Vertige.
4. How comfortable are you revealing your name?
Very, I actually don't know why I don't use it on here.
5. When's your birthday?
June 30, 1995.
6. Which country/state do you live in?
Virginia, United States.
7. What color are your eyes?
Greenish brown.
8. What color is your hair?
Black and faded greenish teal.
9. Are you more tall, or short?
Totally average - 5'5.
10. Do you like your appearance?
I don't totally hate it, but I don't love it either.
Favorites(And Also Least-Favorites)
11. Color?
Blue or grey.
12. Name?
Alice is a pretty dang awesome name.
13. Band?
Nirvana! Love Battery, at the moment, is second.
14. Song?
'One More Thing' by L7.
15. Celebrity?
Kurt Cobain. Mark Arm is second. Kathleen Hanna is third. But I don't have a crush on her. I just think she's darn cool.
16. Country?
Sweden.
17. Animal?
Sheep or bunny.
18. Car?
I adore Volkswagon vans. Hippie cars are pretty.
19. Movie?
I have no idea. Maybe 'Labyrynth' with David Bowie.
20. Book?
'1984', I think.
21. Food?
Anything relating to chocolate floats my boat.
21. Drink?
I can only assume you don't mean alcohol. Coffee.
22. Candy?
Chocolatey... stuff.
How Many...
23. Siblings do you have?
Three.
24. Pets do you/have you had?
Eight. I have five right now.
25. Songs do you have on your iPod?
About 600, however I intend to upload more.
26. Friends would you estimate you have?
I think it's sad that I have no clue. Around thirty if you count not so close friends, I think.
27. Cousins do you have?
About fifteen.
28. Computers are in your house?
Four or five.
29. YouTube channels do you follow(If you're on YouTube)?
Three or four, I don't really follow channels.
30. Blogs do you follow?
Ten or eleven.
31. Of the Harry Potter books have you read?
Haha, zero. I'm a sheltered child.
32. Websites have you ever been banned from?
Animal Crossing Community about a dozen times.
33. States have you visited?
Somewhere in the realm of fifteen.
34. Songs can you play on musical instruments?
Quite a few...
35. Songs on your iPod made it to number one in the charts?
None, as far as I know. Oh, wait, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' might have.
Have You Ever...
36. Met someone famous?
Does Andy from Bella Morte count? If so, then yes.
37. Been on TV?
Yes. They did this bit on my family when we adopted from Cambodia for some reason.
38. Seen the 'miracle of birth' or whatever happen?
Nope.
39. Fallen asleep in school?
Yes.
40. Gotten suspended from school?
No.
41. Been in a school talent show?
No.
42. Seen a rare species of animal in the wild?
No.
43. Gotten any of your work published?
Yes. Darn my school's literary magazine.
44. Snuck out?
No.
45. Stayed online all night?
Yup yup.
Your Day
46. How was your day?
Average.
47. How are you feeling?
Tense and confused.
48. How bored did you get today?
Not very.
49. How many people did you estimate you talked to?
Nine or ten.
59. How much time did you spend watching TV?
None.
60. Did you 5-2-1 today?(Hehe, only Adele can answer this...)
Is that the new 69 or something?
Other
Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars has more people with eighties hair. Clear win.
Green Day or Linkin Park?
Green Day.
Looking forward to the new Harry Potter?
Not particularly.
Do you like the movie Mean Girls?
I've only seen part of it, but it seems pretty good.
How many blog followers do you have?
Five, I think.
How often do you blog?
A couple of times a week.
What's the weather like?
Dark and cloudy.
Did you like this quiz?
Yes!
Aren't you just longing to take it now? Go ahead. Do it. Make sure to credit Naomi.
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