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.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I'm fourteen now. :D
I have been since last night when I posted, but... I needed a title and nothing else was offering itself up to me. I'm not going to detail every single minute of yesterday 'cause frankly, it wasn't a very thrilling day. Which is just how I like it. No anxiety over getting friends sorted out and events planned, no pressure to seem exceedingly grateful in front of tons of people. I spent most of my birthday on the internet with friends. I love my internet friends so darn much, I've known most of them for over a year, and I'd much rather spend my birthday with them than with anyone I know at school, to be honest.
Aside from that, I also played piano like mad. Going on vacation for a week really set me back, and I couldn't get anything mastered at all. I could tell my teacher was disappointed, even though she knew I had an excuse. We spent most of the lesson playing Sonatina II together, me doing one hand and her the other, which was not how I wanted to spend the lesson. I only have to learn hands together for what we'd already covered, thankfully, it'll be nice to have a week where I'm not drowning in piano homework. My mother insists it's not homework; piano isn't a class in school, but I treat it as such. A fun class, yes, but a class none the less. When we played Psycho, she said I had the notes down but not the rhythm. This is because the rhythm makes no logical sense, the syncopation is the most confusing thing I've had to play yet. Of course, I've been playing for less than three months, so it's not as though I've encountered much. My teacher made me sing the first little chorus type thing with her, which I could be persuaded to do, since one couldn't really hear me very well along with the piano and her. But then she abruptly stopped singing, and made me carry on. Which was no fun. I don't sing in front of people I haven't known since... birth. I'll sing in front of my family. I'll even, occasionally, sing in front of my extended family. But anyone else? No way.
My mother claims she called me a joy to teach at the end of my sister's lesson, but it certainly didn't feel like it then. I was stressed out over piano all day, and to no avail. I'll have to practice more this week.
After eating dinner with my family, I opened the presents various relatives had sent me. I don't know that anyone wants to know or care the details of this, but I'll digress a little to say that Steve Burns' album is jawdroppingly amazing, and if you've ever even sort of liked one of his singles, the whole thing is worth getting. Plus, the album art is so whimsical and pretty. I also downloaded some stuff off of iTunes last night - why on earth do they not have Frente, of all bands?! They had Pond - and so now my iPod is considerably fuller. Which is always nice. My parents gave me cash and told me I could buy anything with it, so I want to go down to that record exchange. Stuff is cheap there. And, on top of that, they had a Love Battery album besides Dayglo, so that makes them worth visiting pretty much every day.
I've gotten about seven hours of sleep between last night and the night before because, for some reason, I keep waking myself up early. Summer is in full swing, and I love it. If only writing camp wasn't going to come. I'm really dreading writing camp. It's not so much that I'm anxious - although, of course, I am, I hate sharing work - I just don't want to devote my days to something I don't want to do. I don't like meeting large groups of people. I don't like meeting people much older than me. I need to get over it, since high school is kind the eppitome of that, but it's not easy for me.
I want to write some fanfiction, but I don't know what to write. Maybe I'll pick up one of my long term stories, the ones that I dropped to work on one shots and other dalliances.
This is really short, but I don't know what else to say. Better than nothing at all, I suppose.
Music as of late has been the CD's I got yesterday, and a bunch of other scattered things. Some Love Battery, as always. Quite a bit of Lily Allen. My love for Tears For Fears has increased with a slight addiction to the song 'Pale Shelter'. I was listening to Bikini Kill yesterday, but not for long. I simply wasn't in the mood. I wonder, if a riot girl folk band is possible. If one is ever invented, I'll polish my skill at something and join, 'cause it sounds like the coolest thing ever. I listened to Seaweed, Moist, and some Pond yesterday too. Basically, quite a few things, but nothing exceptionally notable. I want a Frente album now, but the one I really want - the one with Sweet and Same on it - has only three songs. The trouble with indie bands is that they release all kinds of odd stuff that is not a full length album. They have such a catchy folky pop sound though, they ought to have more publicity than they do, and they ought to make more full length albums.
I think that's about all I have to say, today.
Aside from that, I also played piano like mad. Going on vacation for a week really set me back, and I couldn't get anything mastered at all. I could tell my teacher was disappointed, even though she knew I had an excuse. We spent most of the lesson playing Sonatina II together, me doing one hand and her the other, which was not how I wanted to spend the lesson. I only have to learn hands together for what we'd already covered, thankfully, it'll be nice to have a week where I'm not drowning in piano homework. My mother insists it's not homework; piano isn't a class in school, but I treat it as such. A fun class, yes, but a class none the less. When we played Psycho, she said I had the notes down but not the rhythm. This is because the rhythm makes no logical sense, the syncopation is the most confusing thing I've had to play yet. Of course, I've been playing for less than three months, so it's not as though I've encountered much. My teacher made me sing the first little chorus type thing with her, which I could be persuaded to do, since one couldn't really hear me very well along with the piano and her. But then she abruptly stopped singing, and made me carry on. Which was no fun. I don't sing in front of people I haven't known since... birth. I'll sing in front of my family. I'll even, occasionally, sing in front of my extended family. But anyone else? No way.
My mother claims she called me a joy to teach at the end of my sister's lesson, but it certainly didn't feel like it then. I was stressed out over piano all day, and to no avail. I'll have to practice more this week.
After eating dinner with my family, I opened the presents various relatives had sent me. I don't know that anyone wants to know or care the details of this, but I'll digress a little to say that Steve Burns' album is jawdroppingly amazing, and if you've ever even sort of liked one of his singles, the whole thing is worth getting. Plus, the album art is so whimsical and pretty. I also downloaded some stuff off of iTunes last night - why on earth do they not have Frente, of all bands?! They had Pond - and so now my iPod is considerably fuller. Which is always nice. My parents gave me cash and told me I could buy anything with it, so I want to go down to that record exchange. Stuff is cheap there. And, on top of that, they had a Love Battery album besides Dayglo, so that makes them worth visiting pretty much every day.
I've gotten about seven hours of sleep between last night and the night before because, for some reason, I keep waking myself up early. Summer is in full swing, and I love it. If only writing camp wasn't going to come. I'm really dreading writing camp. It's not so much that I'm anxious - although, of course, I am, I hate sharing work - I just don't want to devote my days to something I don't want to do. I don't like meeting large groups of people. I don't like meeting people much older than me. I need to get over it, since high school is kind the eppitome of that, but it's not easy for me.
I want to write some fanfiction, but I don't know what to write. Maybe I'll pick up one of my long term stories, the ones that I dropped to work on one shots and other dalliances.
This is really short, but I don't know what else to say. Better than nothing at all, I suppose.
Music as of late has been the CD's I got yesterday, and a bunch of other scattered things. Some Love Battery, as always. Quite a bit of Lily Allen. My love for Tears For Fears has increased with a slight addiction to the song 'Pale Shelter'. I was listening to Bikini Kill yesterday, but not for long. I simply wasn't in the mood. I wonder, if a riot girl folk band is possible. If one is ever invented, I'll polish my skill at something and join, 'cause it sounds like the coolest thing ever. I listened to Seaweed, Moist, and some Pond yesterday too. Basically, quite a few things, but nothing exceptionally notable. I want a Frente album now, but the one I really want - the one with Sweet and Same on it - has only three songs. The trouble with indie bands is that they release all kinds of odd stuff that is not a full length album. They have such a catchy folky pop sound though, they ought to have more publicity than they do, and they ought to make more full length albums.
I think that's about all I have to say, today.
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