Into the Darkness and Out Again

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

2007-01-05T03:43:00.000-08:00

When you've got nothing to say, the word that best describes anything at all, at any time.

Our Time is Running Out

2006-10-18T00:22:00.000-07:00

I miss time.

Let's Fly High.

2006-09-07T21:39:00.000-07:00

Rise into the sun with your whimsy
Let your heart be free
Nothing matters high in the sky
So come on, let's fly high
You and I

....

Random ditty I had created in the ten minute line for Carl's Jr. I even created the intro to the song and played around with a few verses, but that's the chorus. I kinda forgot the tune to everything past the first line after the three hour no-thinking-palooza.

My Xanga posting seems to be inabled. Or something. I don't know, I haven't been able to post.

Say Something Witty

2006-08-23T09:36:00.000-07:00

Right, so...uh. I went and wrote another play in preparation for school starting soon.

So...here?

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38533023/

It's not all that good. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do with it, but I liked the title, and I was watching way too much Monty Python's Flying Circus...So yeah. I'm thinking that Prichard would make a good Sally.

Yah! Annie's back!

2006-08-18T06:49:00.000-07:00

=does the Annie-is-the-spiff dance=

Woo.

So. Um.

Been going to Disneyland a lot.

Been sleeping a lot.

Fwish.

=does the Annie-is-the-spiff jig=

Little Town of English, New Jersey

2006-06-26T09:23:00.000-07:00

Right, so I'm in NJ now, typing on a funky gelatinous keyboard.

Anyways, I have no clue why my blog went/is blank.

That's just weird.

Dude.

2006-06-10T22:51:00.000-07:00

Well...best playwright.

...And I tied with Taya.

That's pretty darn cool.

Five Signs of a True Idiot (AKA Krist got bored and wrote a silly poem)

2006-06-08T02:01:00.000-07:00

You told me you saw pain in my eyes
In this picture I had of me smiling
As I looked up to the overcast skies
Though I could have sworn the picture
Was little more beguiling

Cause I laughed at your comments
Of teardrops in rainbows
Heartbroken, soft-spoken laments
Of dark and foreboding crows
When that’s really not at all I meant

You’re really rather stupid
I don’t know anyone worse
I don’t know a more delusional kid
Riddled with such a curse

I guess it’s understandable
When you can’t help but cry
I mean, it’s only the gullible
Who slash their wrists in dire agony
While I shake my head twice, and sigh.

I didn’t think you were all that serious
When you said you’d jump off a cliff
But driving the old rocker’s tour bus
Into a hedge, through the woods, over a hill
And honestly off of a cliff?

You’re really rather stupid
I don’t know anyone worse
I don’t know a more delusional kid
Riddled with such a curse

Didn’t you think it was a bit selfish?
The poor old rocker has nowhere to go
While you’re down in the river of fish
Floating to wherever the flow leads
And I’m here laughing at your woe

Cause I laughed at your comments
Of teardrops in rainbows
Heartbroken, soft-spoken laments
Of dark and foreboding crows
When you completely missed my original intent

You’re really rather stupid
I don’t know anyone worse
I don’t know a more delusional kid
Riddled with such a curse

Look up to the sky and achieve what you can
Spin in circles, write a novel, do a dance,
Make biscuits and tea, sit in the sun for a tan,
Cause you’ll really never get another chance

Otherwise you’re sure to consent
To teardrops in rainbows
Heartbroken, soft-spoken lament
And dark and foreboding crows
Making yourself nothing more or better than just a terribly, ornery, exhausting, ridiculous, inconsequent malcontent.

You’re really rather stupid
I don’t know anyone worse
I don’t know a more delusional kid
Riddled with such a curse

You’re really rather stupid
I don’t know anyone worse
I don’t know a more delusional kid
Riddled with such a curse

Vege-Krist?

2006-05-24T00:26:00.000-07:00

Right, so I don't know where the sudden desire to become a vegetarian came from. I mean, I have no particular desire to save certain animals from incarceration, torture, and death. I've known for years how gruesome processes for massive meat markets are...and they didn't really phase me.

They still haven't phased me. I don't cringe (much) when I walk by the meat section. Even when I do, it's merely because the display of the meat itself is very disturbing in smell or appearance. There's always been something insidious and disgusting about meat to me. It's strange though...I mean, I find it disgusting, but I don't really feel the need to look away or mourn the loss of the animal.

Anyway, so I got to thinking - and I'm not sure when the thought process started - all I recall was a lack of sleep in any regard, and the internet.

And then I recall thinking to myself - "Is this vegan thing so hard?" - and then proved that yes, it was.

And decided I'd go the much easier route of vegetarianism.

After all, in the vegan case it's the die-hard for animals. There's an awful lot of unnecessary cows being killed for leather, after all. And when - yes - it would be awful good of the meat industries to conjoin with the fashion industries and use the same death-cows each, they don't. So, many cows die simply for the fashion, and many for the food. Then there's the milking. Why do we feel the desire to suck the milk from another species? No other animal does it, to the extent of my knowledge. Regardless, the whole process to get milk from the cow is inefficient and cruel. Milk's always sat funny with me and the only time I'd really consume it is when it was needed to balance out something like a cookie, and yes, in each and every baked goods item, it seems.

Anyway, because I'm just not that compassionate towards animals, despite the fact that I really do know about all the crap we do to them, I decided that trying for me to be vegan, of all people, wouldn't be the best route.

And so, I began pondering merely becoming vegetarian. And you know, considering my diet - which before a few hours ago consisted of fruits, vegetables, Dr. Pepper, turkey, chicken, and the occasional bite of beef - it wasn't too hard to say "to hell with the poultry" and try to be a vegetarian.

Besides, I've always like the veggie delights at Subway better than my usual.

You know, come to think of it, there is only one thing I can think of that caused all this and it was my sudden and inexplicable interest in cooking again. I don't know where it came from, but then I decided I wanted to start cooking and then I was thinking "okay, what?" and then I started thinking about the fact that I wanted to open a restaurant eventually and then I started thinking about the dietary needs of my customers and then I went "hey, what if I serve an equal amount of vegan, vegetarian, and omnivore foodstuffs?" and then I went "ooh, vegan, that sounds like fun. I wonder just how much vegans do"

And so you see, you can blame the cooking.

Course then I was looking at an online cookbook. Then I had this incessant urge to visit the grocery store.

Eventually, after figuring out my schedule for the summer, and after mum saying she was going to the "grocery store" I asked her if we really could go to the grocery store, and her giving more credit to my sleep-wanting wit than present thought that I caught onto her psuedonym for the book store.

Eventually, in a rather funny conversation, we got out the door. As promised, I stayed in the car at B&N. And then she was so elated she took me to the grocery store, in which I ransacked the vegetable and fruitness and then went through as much of the isles as I could looking for things to accomodate my new diet.

And yes, for once I read the label on the back of food products. I don't know what got into me, but I'm quite glad that whatever it is hasn't stopped me from the ability to eat rice candies, which thankfully don't seem to have any gelatin despite their squishy nature (hallelujah). And um...Oh yeah, I rekindled my love in granola and discovered a new love in soy milk. And tea.

And just because I'm eager to try out all the new foods, I'm going to try to wake up to eat breakfast tomorrow, and try out that "mentally-encouraging" tea I got. XD

So anyway...

The Two Clocks and a Bum

2006-05-17T14:49:00.000-07:00

A slow glide through
Minutes, hours, seconds
The tempo discredits the
Pace of the second hand
Breaking it into its own
Special meter and rhythm
A low wailing breaks out
Keeping attentions
Inable to tell the time
From the clock that
Stopped a while ago
No longer tick, tick,
Ticking all the while
Is the timepiece of the
Maestro guides the pupils
His baton swings in time,
Leading them
Guided, the wailing turns
To stutters
Breaks into a serenade
Of peaceful times
Now reached
With no hesitation
Given to the meter
Of the sun outside
The turn of the earth
The pace of the moon
Centuries crossed in
Mere hours
Led by the maestro
Directing the choir
Of a thousand
And more
From centuries long since
Past
Prospects of the future
Peek from the mindful shade
Of the rhythms
Meters
Notes
Yet still
For the maestro
The pupils
The instruments
The clocks
There's no time
Like the present

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Antici

2006-05-02T21:07:00.000-07:00

Pation.

Right, so I don't think I've ever been so nervous and unsure about something.

It's silly. I'm not nervous about not being accepted because of my talents. I know I'm fairly good with improv at this point and I'm fairly good at singing.

What I don't know is if there's any way of getting out of the "You must be 18" part of the auditions. I'm hoping that it will be as simple as signing a liability waiver and then we're done with it. I mean, I should be held accountable for my actions, I'm almost an adult. There's nothing worse than being 17 except being 16. I mean, you're not an adult and you're not a kid anymore. At least at 15 most people call you a kid still. At 16 they expect you to grow up, and realize that people die and everything - since you're able to drive a car then. At 17 they expect you to be comfortable with x-rated subject matter - and why not, since the next year you're an adult. But you're not an adult yet. You still have to get your parents to sign you out of school. You still can't join the army or vote.

I mean, it's one thing to be an adult, to be able to vote, join the army, and do just about anything you damn well please except drink, or run for most public and political offices. It's one thing to have rights of your own. But when you're a 17 year old, you're in the black abyss of "we adults don't know what to do with the little ragamuffins, because there's a year void here"...I mean, half the people in school have the luck of graduating at 17 because they were born in the summer. I'm six months older than Alex and we're in the same grade. There are people who are even further apart than that in this grade. After all, it's only 6 or 7 months.

And my 18th birthday is only 7 months away.

I still refuse to think that's a long time. So much can happen in a short amount of time, yes, but I still think I have the mind of someone older than I am. I'm certainly more mature than people who are older than me - or at least a large portion of them.

So anyway, I hate being 17. I hate being 17 and a junior. I can't wait til two more months when I can say I am 17 and a graduating senior. I'm going insane - I hate it when oppportunity holds a carrot out and I can't eat it.

But other than that, I think that I'd do pretty darn well at auditioning to be a pirate - I mean, the only reason I have any insecurities about auditioning is the fact that I know too much about pirates and know how little I am really like a pirate -but that's just a thing I have. I mean - I know the histories, and I know the speeches, and I know what people think of pirates. I know how to act like one and what they love. I know how to improv in pirate mode - after so many years of celebrating tlap day - and I know how to sing sea chanties - both pretty and enthusiastically.

So the only thing stopping me would be the age thing. =bangs head=

Anyway, I'm done ranting. I'm hoping that Miss Andrea was right that the fact that they sent an invitation to the APA students to audition means they're willing to be lenient on the age aspect.

Anyways...

La dee dah

2006-04-07T23:58:00.000-07:00

Well, ren faire starts tomorrow, and I'm excited.

My hands are numb, so I won't be writing much. I actually thought it was time for an update, since the last one had worries that no longer exist.

Since as anyone who reads this knows my play got into the festival. I'm really worried about casting another guy, though. Heather apparently has a friend who is in musical theatre...but doesn't sing. I don't know, wouldn't you be concerned about casting someone like that? I wouldn't mind if he was just in...a second or third year of acting...but the fact that he's taking a useless class since he can't sing...it's like..what?

Anyways, I have two bodices I can choose from at faire, which makes me happy. I'm really fond of both of them. They're amazing.

I have a complimentary ticket that I have decided I'm going to give to whichever of my friends goes first. So far, in the running, are Chessie and Janine. I haven't told either of them that I may give it up to the either, so I'm going to be amused when I explain it to them.

Though I'm not sure if Alex gave her comp ticket to Robert or not, so he may or may not also be in the running.

Anymawhoshwatsits...I told you this wouldn't be much.

By the way, I sorta changed the script for Send Me a Song, so that the inciting incident didn't happen four minutes from the end. Cause that makes for bad theatre.

If you'd like to read it, I can either give you a copy or email it to you.

Send Me a Song

2006-03-16T01:26:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I finally wrote a musical. Or at least the summary of the entirety of a musical. And I'm going to write the actual script tonight. And submit it tomorrow. You'll of course know this, since you'll be in P/D. But I just felt like giving you a little insider information, because I like blogger better. XD

But here, Annie, I present to you the first draft summary of the musical (you heard me the first and second time, Musical!) I'm going to submit to the festival. If you want the lyrics to the songs I put forth, just ask and I'll post them for you. But yeah, I'm hoping it doesn't turn out a total written disaster, and I'm also aware of the kinks in the summary (For one - the relationship between Tom and Rose keeps changing). That's why I wrote it, so they wouldn't appear in the actual thing. But geez, I'm going to have no one I can run it by before I submit it. I think I may want to have it read on Tuesday, so that I'll have a chance to look it over before I submit it. =sigh=

I wonder if I'm going to even sleep today. It doesn't seem likely.

And please excuse the fact that the entire summary is one big long paragraph. I was just basically jotting out how to work the songs together.

Oy.

Here it is:

Jenny, Dot, Rose, and Tom sing Country Life. Johnny is not present. After they sing Country Life, the lad exits and just the girls are left. They speak to each other, of how Jenny doesn’t want to marry (I’ll not marry at all), and how Dot can’t marry until Jenny does. Dot also expresses her distress as her father disclosed to her that he has slept with everyone in town, and that her mother disclosed her father isn’t hers, anyway (Johnny Be Fine). After having a good laugh about this, Rose expresses the wisdom of her gammer (Grandmother’s Song). Disgusted with the moral of the speech, Jenny argues with Rose. Tom enters, and talks to Dot. Jenny and Rose realize there is a random man in their presence, and stare at the two. Tom is flirting with Dot. Jenny clears her throat, and Dot tries to tell Tom she can’t talk to him because of her sister. He assures her he’ll find a way to convince Jenny otherwise, just as Jenny pulls Dot away from Tom. Tom and Rose are left alone, during which Rose hits on Tom. Tom takes it, but suggests to her he likes Dot more, and that she’s still being courted by Johnny. Rose leaves, and Tom begins to walk off when he runs into Johnny. Johnny has returned recently from the sea. They talk to each other, and Tom tells Johnny of a girl who is the greatest beauty, but who doesn’t want a man to marry. Johnny tells Tom he hopes he meets the girl, though he daren’t make a move on her since he’s courting Rose. Tom and Johnny part ways, and Johnny runs into the three girls. He sees Rose, and they sing Saucy Sailor. By the end of the song, Rose has run off, Dot after her for comfort, and Jenny and Johnny are left alone. They talk, and Johnny sings the rest of Saucy Sailor to her. They get to close proximity, and then she sings My Thing is My Own in protest. Dot walks back in, to the sight of Jenny and Johnny together. She suggests that Johnny take Jenny to the faire. Jenny tries to protest, but Johnny and Dot don’t let her have a say. Exeunt. Tom and Dot and Rose enter, singing Staines Morris. They exit. Johnny and Jenny walk onstage, in silence. Johnny tries to start the conversation, but Jenny gives him a look. He’s silenced. He starts again, and Jenny gives him the same look. He goes on, ignoring her. She then takes a seat on the ground. Johnny points out that this is not the faire site. She says nothing. He takes a seat next to her. She just sits there, as he sings One April Morn. She laughs at him, and finally speaks, as to why it’s funny he should sing that song. He explains to her his view of false young men. They talk some more, a little about the sea, and about life in the country, and then Tom runs in with Dot, breathless. He looks behind him, and explains that he’s to be jailed for filching a few turkey legs he never even touched. The two Js tell them to run, and they’ll try to sway anyone who asks them for help. They watch, as Tom is caught, and explain it to the audience. Dot comes back onstage, and explains his capture. As she does, Tom walks on, carrying the jail. Dot, Jenny, and Johnny exit. Tom sings Prickleholly Bush. Rose, his sister, enters, and leaves. When Dot comes in, she helps him out of the jail. Jenny is close behind. Tom thanks Dot. Jenny asks Dot where she got the money. Dot explains that Johnny gave it to her to pay Tom’s bail. Speaking of Johnny, Jenny wondered where he was. Tom explained that he would leave on a ship, soon. Jenny is irked that he never told her, but Dot convinces her to go see him before Johnny leaves. Exeunt. Johnny is carrying two sacks of salt and sets them down. He lifts one up and begins to head offstage. Jenny catches him and demands to know why he didn’t tell her he was leaving. Johnny informs her that he didn’t think she’d care. Jenny tells him that she would care, though she only just met him. Johnny says he’s glad to hear it and will miss Jenny. He explains that the only reason he has to leave is because he needs to work back the money it took to buy Tom’s bail. They talk of his journey, and then Johnny hears a ring and knows he needs to head out. They say their goodbyes. Jenny begins to sing Send Me a Song. End.

As an afterthought, and a note to you, it started out that I was going to have three males and three females, when I whittled it down to just two lads. Originally I was going to have a Tom, Daniel, and Johnny, all referred to in "Johnny Be Fine"...of course I thought it out and decided that I didn't want to risk getting somebody who was /bad/. I mean, there are few enough musical lads as it is. Thank the heavens these songs aren't too hard to sing. The only ones that may be at all hard to sing are My Thing is My Own and Send Me a Song. Which makes me glad that it's only one really talented girl I have to go after.

And yes, I'm hoping it gets put in the flubberin' festival. Gah!

Way Away

2006-03-02T18:07:00.000-08:00

I wrote a new song for IYD. It's really short, but it gets the point across, plus, none of them can be too long or it will take up all half hour of the play.

Anyways, Sera (I still don't think the name fits as well as it could), just came home sobbing. To explain it, somewhat, we have her sing this:

How is the world so cruel?
To serenade the fool
And believe him the epitome
Of cool?
It’s not my choice to come here
It wasn’t my choice to leave
People here are so different
So mean, so vile, so hell-sent.

All I’d like is to pass these days
Unnoticed, in a causeless phase
‘Til I make my way away

But all I did is say one little word
My biggest mistake, of course: being heard.
And then I’m the laughing stock
While everyone chitters and points and bawks
At me
At me
At me

While all I want is to pass these days
Unnoticed, in a causeless phase
‘Til I make my way away

No Day But Today

2006-02-22T00:20:00.000-08:00

Some odd mentality has people believing I'm human.

Obviously that's impossible.

I give my mother no reason to worry, though that doesn't stop her. I go to a party, she says I'm not to go to one without telling her, especially. When in fact the party was simply a viewing party of the movie Rent with Alex, Robert and Janine at her house. I'm gone all day, nowhere to be found, only to be watching the Rent movie at Janine's house. I think the last time she was so frantic I was...at Alex's?

The other day Chessie imagines she may have hurt my feelings or some odd arrangement of guilt.

Between having a high ability to understand and having an insatiable optimism and a high ego, I don't think that's possible. I just take whatever criticism I get and either a) ignore or b) try to fix it so I don't get it anymore.

People are under the influence I go through emo stages. Impossible. I just pretend. XD
I'm simply sitting here, in my room, really needing to clean my room, take out my contacts, shower, and do my art of film journal.

I'm doing none of the above. I will in a moment.

I'm still getting over the shock that the brick that serves as a cell phone actually has text messaging. That way, whenever I'm not signed onto my AIM, you can im the phone. That means I won't have my away message up so often, since I'll never really be offline. And that way you can annoy me in the middle of classes (good gods, what have I done?)...

So yeah. Now I think I'll shower and go to bed after that.

Eventually I'll get the mexican pizza out of my room. I just hope I do that soon.

And I really don't think it hits me too often how little time I have.

For instance: I would really like to go to Disneyland on Friday. There are two factors stampeding over that: one - the film, and two - the fact that mum would prefer I not go since she wants me home by 10 so I'll be awake for traffic school.

And yeah, there's the traffic school thing, my dad wants me to hang out with him every saturday, I still don't know about washerwoman rehearsals, but as far as I can tell, it's the only time I can beg and plead the world not to give me crap to do sundays. At least by making the rehearsals tentative, I have the ability to have a free fucking day when I can either laze about, think about cleaning my room, or do something productive.

I'd really like to start drawing my comic again. I mean, really. It makes me sad that I don't.

I've been working on Disney stuff mostly, and I like how I'm drawing now. I also like how TSoE is going. Even though I've only drawn the characters, and everything else is parading around in my head in as defined a storyline as can be found in the Parade of Dreams at Disneyland. I just need to figure out where I'm going with Chapter 4 in EfaE...and then I also need to write for SWWCJfM? and ABSBH, both of which have uberly long titles that I don't care to write out.

I also really want to redraw all the crappily drawn comics, but I think I should save that project for summer, since the only thing I'll be doing is working at Disneyland, and therefore may have time to draw (hopefully).

Oh yeah, and plus I'll prolly have to take summer school for that god damn D in Chem...it's not fair, I still passed it. I shouldn't have to deal with that anymore.

Ah well.

And I can't get my homework done. I don't know what it is, there's just this barrier against doing homework. I blame not having much time to meself. And when I do, having a ridiculously small attention span.

2006-02-16T12:05:00.000-08:00

When you talk, people listen. When you lead, people follow.
You’re into mellow. You like it when you have time to sort things out and figure out the best way to get it done.
You want to taste it, touch it, see it and experience it all. Now.
You have a brain and you use it. You read books without pictures in them. You want to go to school, get ahead and do it right.
There’s one person you can always count on — you. You do it best on your own. Nothing’s wrong with teams, they’re just not your thing.
You like living on the edge. Snowboarding. rollerblading and mountain biking… you’re down with extreme sports and anything that gives you a thrill.
You’re into living life and doing your thing. Going places, meeting people, trying out things you’ve never done before…
The people you work with are more than the people you work with — they’re your family.

I'm fairly happy, slightly stressed, and certainly tired.

2006-02-11T13:50:00.000-08:00

My impeccable luck is at it again.

The day starts. I wake up early enough. I let myself sleep in a bit more.

Mum tells me she's not ready yet. I sleep in some more.

I realize it is rather late. That we should get going. Find out mum misinterprets what I meant by 10 o'clock.

Work things out with Alex's mum. We still head up to the orientation.

We can't find the site at first, and then we get McDonald's and follow the directions of a woman who works at the santa fe damn recreational area. We find them, and they're thankfully still recruiting. We sit through a half hour talk from the Queen's Court to join their guild. They repeat themselves muchly.

We go to the Gentlemen Adventurer's guild. Shiny swords. I see the town criers out of the corner of my eye and push Prichard into it. They hit it off wonderfully.

Me and Alex move onto the next guild. We pass by Saint Ives, and go onto another guild bearing shiny swords. The washerwomen try to steal us away. The Yeomen of the Guard don't give too impressive a speech, but have beautiful livery. We finish with them.

We talk to the washerwomen and are slowly pulled into a wonderful entrancement. We eventually decide to join their guild.

So yes, after my impeccable luck of having mum not drive us up and being an hour late, we end up for the better. Unfortunately, after dropping Prichard off, I get a flat tire. I drive from Adams to my house with a flat tire, just wanting to get home.

And so now, I sit here, my car messy, and with a flat tire. And now I'm going to sleep before I clean out my car and call AAA.

Last time this happened I choked on Popcorn Chicken

2006-01-29T05:54:00.000-08:00

I don't recall laughing this hard since the time I choked on the chicken.

http://www.undergroundfilm.org/films/detail.tcl?wid=1020335

Watch it. Hopefully you'll understand.

Just Plain Weeeeird.

2006-01-22T16:58:00.000-08:00

Have I ever mentioned I have weird dreams?

I mean, I recall how my dream last night started, what with Anlon turning into a human (too bad I can't remember how).

Well, anyway, I don't recall exactly what happened between 8 and 12, when I woke up again, but then I went back to sleep.

Anyway, the dream then took a very strange turn. I don't even think it was the same storyline. Eventually I found my character locked up in a room with a whole bunch of shackles connected to weights.

o.0

I'd explain how I got there if I could accurately remember, but all I can remember is imprints of several places that my vocabulary lacks the ability to describe at this moment. And the room had two exits. One was thirty feet off the ground, and the other was a window that was impossible to get through with the weights.

I can tell you that earlier on I had made a friend who would go on to help me until we did something very against the government and we accidentally got split up and I got captured.

While I was in the room I heard several alerts going off and eventually found myself in utter pain as a body had landed on top of it. After kicking and flailing about, I found that the body was my wonderful friend. And he was blue. Or was he green? Or was it yellow? I wish I could remember. All I do remember is that we hugged, and we heard people coming so I told him to leave. He dove out the window that I was inable to get through. And then they came down to inspect the area for my friend. They knew he had been there because my hands were yellow (even if he wasn't, I have no clue how in the world my hands got yellow). I think I got slapped by the overlordy dude...and then he took his minions and left after climbing a ladder up that thirty foot climb (impossible in the weights, I tells ya).

And then they came back. And took me up the climb on a pulley system so I wouldn't have to climb it. And then they brought me into this room...and I saw my buddy on the floor, more red than any color because of how much they recently beat him up.

But then I woke up. I've been trying to get into the dream again so I can find out what the hell happens, but I don't seem to be able to...

I Feel Like Carp

2006-01-14T21:20:00.000-08:00

I hate it when I'm reminded of how much of a bad person I am. No, that's not what I hate. I hate it when it's shoved in my face until I'm suffocated. I haven't cried from fighting with a parent since I fought my dad, and I don't even remember when that was.

But I don't think I've ever cried from fighting with mommy. I guess there's a first for everything.

I blame it on the fact that I'm really tired. God damn Saturday School and their want of no sleeping kids.

Here in My Own Two Hands...

2006-01-13T16:18:00.000-08:00

I think this may be something that only ever happens to me, but I have a lot of songs on my iPod. And I have my laptop (at home) constantly playing music, as well as my iPod (in my car). Now, I haven't listened to all the music on my iPod. But today I had the good fortune of coming home to a truly amazing song. It's called Gold, and the version I have is sung by Linda Eder. Now, it's really bloody amazing. Or maybe I just think so because it's perfect for my vocal range and I can sing it really well. Yeah...I just heard it an hour ago, and I've already perfected it. All I need to do now is memorize it.

I rather like today. It's not unlucky, and it's somewhat lucky. I finally got to talk about Kong in Art of Film, math wasn't unbearably boring, I got 5 cookies for lunch, and in band I could actually read fairly well, not to mention we played an amazing song. Plus, I talked to Cathrina, which I do once in a blue moon, but it's always great fun. And she reminded me that I hate CP English and desperately want to be in Gordon's honors class. I wonder if I could switch in during the semester. Hey, when do you have english?

Speaking of semesters - I'm excited for next semester because we get to make a film for Art of Film instead of a book report.

I wonder if when all is done
Anyone heard my voice
But from the start, we have no choice
Our journeys just begin
I'll never know if I was right
Did I fight hard enough?
Or when the battles grew too rough
Should I have given in?
But here I stand and swear to you
I did the best that I could do
I know my voice was just a whisper
But someone may have heard
There were nights the moon above me stirred
And let me grab a hold
My hands have touched the gold
My heart's been driven by extremes
Blind with dreams, tight with fear
But still, God knows that I was here
And I was so alive!
And now I lay the past to rest
For in the end I did my best
You have to live the life you're given
And never close your eyes!
You hold on and stare into the skies
And burn against the cold
For any moment you might find the gold!
And there was joy through it all
And I am standing tall
And though my voice was just a whisper
Someone must have heard!
There were nights the moon above me stirred
And let my life take hold
I rode across that sky
And once I touched the gold!

Here in my own two hands
I once had the gold.

Two Sisters of Erin

2006-01-11T17:44:00.000-08:00

Mwahaha! Finally! I finally finished it! It took a few days cause I kept falling asleep once I got home...but eh. I've finally not fallen asleep!

So, with the world premiere of the finished version of the two sisters of Ireland, I present to you, yes, you, the one reading this blog, the final result:

There. And the grass is not my own innovation. It's a brush in photoshop. A very very cool brush.

And the chair is a half-arsed piece of carp. But eh.

The thing is I finally finished it. And made the shading nice enough. Swish!

I suppose you'd wanna know who they are and what their storeh is, eh?

Okay, so the one on the left is Saraid, and the one on the right in Aidan. Aidan and Saraid are sisters, or rather, they're as close as you can get to being sisters without both of the kids coming out of the same woman and man. Yeah. See, Saraid's parents took in Aidan when she was just a wee lass, or in other words - Aidan's a foundling. Anyway, at the time the story would take place, the girls work in the castle. They, being women, and as women are inclined to do, take on more than one job in the castle. They are the castle silkweavers, alewives, and minstrels to make enough money for their family. Normally they wouldn't need to take on so many jobs, but their mother lost the ability to use her hands correctly, and a number of jobs for women involve hands (woulda never thunk it, eh?). And their father, when he isn't home taking care of his wife, is out selling things all over Erin.

So anyway, they work several jobs in the castle. Now, the girls, being wonderfully charismatic, and being that they were in sight of royalty, were good friends to the prince. Unfortunately, his overbearing grandmother doesn't want him to have anything to do with peasants, as she knows the temptation they could provide to not wed a royal. So, after easily convincing her son to do her bidding, she sent the girls off on a wild goose chase for um...some magical object that I haven't quite thought of yet. Maybe the black book, which shines the brightest light in the world. Anyway, not only is the black book nigh impossible to find, but it's said to be ...um. Very hard to find. So yeah, I haven't quite thought it all out and I'm having trouble making stuff up on the spot like I usually do, but eh. It's well-hidden.

So the girls go in search of the book, though they have no clue where to start. The thing is - though - they are aided by a kind, talking fox. The silly thing is that the fox is followed and pestered by a small grey and black kitty who the girls dub Jasper. By the way, the fox's name is Anlon. So, with his help they actually /find/ the black book, probably battle some random evil thing...yeah. Eventually Anlon, lo and behold, turns into a human. He explains to the girls that he's actually crown prince Quinn's (Quinn is the prince they had befriended before) brother. He went after the black book, but was turned into a fox by an evil witch. If he ever spoke of the spell to anyone while he was a fox, he would perish forever and never be able to return to his kingdom. Well, now that he was back in his natural form (er, with clothes on, don't worry), he and the girls went back to their kingdom and presented both the black book and Anlon to the royal family. It's needless to say that the king's mother was both irked and pleased because of the black book, Anlon, and the girls. Quinn, the king, and queen were ecstatic for the return of Anlon. Yeah, and eventually Quinn proposes to Aidan, Anlon to Saraid, and the random butler who looks like Adrian Brody to the cook who is somehow reminiscent of Chessie.

And that's the story, with all its many kinks, thus far.

Um...a bit more embellisments on the characters:

Aidan - She wears colors most reminiscent of fall and summer. She is ruled by her heart more than her head. She's very emotional and empathetic, and gets along with animals generally better than her sister. She's also more wild than her sister. When they perform as minstrels, she sings.

Saraid - She wears colors most reminiscent of winter and spring. She is ruled by her head, more than her heart. She's very calm and doesn't show too much emotion. She doesn't need to feel how people do in order to know how they feel (sorry for the awkward wording), she knows people well enough. She also has very good instinct, though her sister does as well. Not to mention she's very witty. When they perform, she will vary between playing a penny whistle and singing a cappella with her sister.

Quinn - crown prince of...some random kingdom of Erin (Ireland). He hangs out with the castle's workers because he gets lonely. His closest friends are the cook, Aidan, and Saraid. He knows a few tricks and he cooks very well because of how much time he spends with them. His humour is a bit gruffer than a prince's should be, but he's also far funnier than most princes. Because of who he spends his time with, he's also a bunch more humble and not unbearably haughty. Um...I haven't thought too much about his character, since...I've mostly been working on how he looks and also..I've slept too much.

Anlon: He's very sly, very witty, and um. He's friendly to those he thinks deserve his friendship. He has a weak spot for women because...they're generally weaker (and I call myself a feminist. Ha!), which is why he helps the girls out at first. He isn't entirely socially graceful because of how long he had to spend as a fox. I also haven't thought out his character too much as I'm having enough trouble trying to draw a fox.

Cliodhna: the cook. Um. Think Chessie-like?

The butler: think Adrien Brody.

Keeva: the queen. She's very nice. Haven't thought too much about her.

Neil: Just think of what his name sounds like. He's very timid, and /kneels/ to his mother's every whim. Aren't I just perfect at puns?

Riona: Neil's mum. She's...the villain?

Jasper: the cute little kitty. Um. He's...kitty. Uh...yeah.

So yeah, that's all the characters I've thought of so far. Don't worry, it'll be much better when I start actually writing the story.

Sometimes I wonder if we really need proof of how insane I am

2006-01-04T03:56:00.000-08:00

Course, then I make random stuff like that up and I'm glad we do.

By the way, when it ends, to watch it again you have to press refresh.

It got buggersome

2005-12-29T05:55:00.000-08:00

So I decided I'ma gonna post something. Even though it's pointless. I'm just getting too lazy to scroll all that way.

Oh, and I guess I can post the pictures of the things I made in my boredom.

Or at least one of them.

I really like the stick figure romance. You see it? It was random. And for your reference, yeah, that's my eye and hair...and face section. I played around with it on photoshop for coolish effects cause I have terrible insomnia for some reason.

Well, I ran out of stuff to ramble about. Oh well. At least it will be easier to scroll down to see comments now. My task is done.

And Beauty Stayed Beast's Hand: Chapter 1 - Misfortune

2005-12-08T18:01:00.000-08:00

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Chapter 1
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Evy gulped.

“Dearest Evy, has anyone ever told you how…entrancing you are?” Nicolas asked, his voice gruff as his hidden mannerisms. His thick hands brushed against her cheek as he twirled her hair between his fingers. She tried to shirk away, but he only took this as encouragement; he thought she was being coy.

“Good sir, I believe you should save compliments like that for your fiancée,” Evy responded, finally collecting her thoughts enough to get him off of her. He growled at her comment, but stopped playing with her. “After all, my sister will be overjoyed when she has such a lusty man all to herself.”

Nicolas didn’t want to let go of Evy – he made that quite obvious. But he knew if he spoiled things with her sister that their father would never allow him to marry into the family. He just wished the girl weren’t so…there wasn’t much he could use to describe her. She was so beautiful, but it was all wasted on her terrible attitude. She never acted as any other girl, never responded as a normal person would. It was this irregularity that attracted him, as well as her looks. It pained him to imagine he’d have to marry her sister for the full source of riches that would await his marriage. Rochelle was a good enough looking girl, but with one sight on Evy, a true beauty, no other girl really compared. And she could always be tamed. Nicolas had no trouble taming even the most wild-hearted of mares and stallions.

“Nicolas?” came a far too familiar voice from down the hall. Evy had slipped away while he recollected his motivation. He barely even noticed, except for his half-hearted attempt to restrain her. She had this strange control on him, and he was transfixed by it. Her oddities, her dominance, her beauty…they were things he’d never look for in a normal wife. They were things he never hoped to endure in a wife…but he would never object to those qualities in a plaything. Yes, that is all he would keep after her for. She was well worth it.

“Oh, there you are, Nicolas,” Rochelle sighed, the glow of her candle lighting up his face in the midst of the dark hallway. “Why are you in the dark?”

He took Rochelle’s free hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles. “Just waiting to keep you here, my darling fiancée,” Nicolas whispered, kissing up her arm until he reached her neck. The pleasure that overwhelmed her caused her to drop her candle, spilling wax all over the floor and extinguishing the flame.

Her giggles filled the air as he continued to entice her senses. Nicolas could do nothing for himself but imagine it was Evy in the darkness with him. Her skin, he had grown to know, was far softer than that of her sister’s. Her hair far smoother. Her lips more lush.

He was really beginning to think he should find a new obsession. It was causing him a bit too much turmoil with his emotions.

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Evy sighed and closed her eyes as she finally made her way out of Nicolas’s grasp. She knew she heard footsteps in the hall next to them, and knew that Nicolas would think it merely a ploy to get away from him if she had said anything. She didn’t like him at all; he attempted to woo her at every stolen moment. It was completely inappropriate, and it was incredibly risky. She didn’t want her sister to find out – Rochelle was in love with the terrible man. Evy had tried to dissuade Rochelle from her biased opinion, but her lust drew her away from any arguments Evy came forth with.

One of those arguments being Nicolas’s awful inclination to woo her. Why me? She often asked herself. She had made her way to her room after her escape, and was now sitting in front of a broken mirror she inherited from her other sister, Jacqueline. She wouldn’t dare ask her father for anything she didn’t need, and to ask for a new mirror would be pointless in her opinion. She never really liked mirrors. They always reminded her of her problems.

Her eyes were her most hated feature. Green eyes, the identical replica of her mother’s - according to her father. Her father often gazed at her, distracted for some reason she couldn’t and didn’t want to comprehend. Whatever it was, it caused him to want to spoil her more than her sisters. She loved her father, she did, and she’d do anything for him, it’s just that his love for her was not equal to his love for her sisters. And she loved her sisters dearly too. It wouldn’t do for him to always be spoiling her and not them. Her sisters agreed fullheartedly, as it was easily told when they claimed everything before she had a chance to. Evy had grown accustomed to this. Not that she minded entirely. Material possessions were all her sisters wanted. They were the things that Evy cared for least. She cared for the images around her, the love of her family, the smell of fresh air much more than the simple and brief pleasure of a new toy.

She sneered in the mirror, fed up with her problems, with her family's thin ties of love. She ran out to the rose garden outside their house, and breathed in the fresh and vibrant air around her. She was careful not to step on any of the beloved flowers, and sat down in an area surrounded by the beautiful flora. The sweet scent filled her lungs, a stark difference from the smell of Nicolas's perfume. He always smelled of every flower imaginable - especially the terrible ones. It was sickening, and she could never do enough to escape from it. But the roses...they always cleared her mind of the memory of his cologne.

The roses held for Evy no bad memory. They held no dark notion for her. They were the one thing in her life that she could be completely happy to have, the one thing that held no hidden meaning for her. The roses never even cut her; she was careful to avoid the thorns. She loved the rose for its thorns - the thorns that never misled the beholder; they were in plain sight.

Evy's peace was interrupted by Jacqueline, who looked flustered with her brown eyes held wide open in bafflement, and her dark brown hair flying everywhere due to the chilling wind that had picked up in the time Evy was lost in her thoughts.

"Evy! Evy, come into the house, quickly, father has something terrible to tell us," she gasped, reaching her hand to her sister to help her up. In her haste to rise, Evy scratched her arm on an errant rose. She hissed at the sudden pain, and held her hand to her arm, trying to squish the pain as she followed Jacqueline back into the house. They did so with such alacrity that Evy had to forget about the pain in her arm to hitch up her skirts so she wouldn't trip.

Evy and Jacqueline arrived quickly. The room was dimly lit as the candles lightly reflected off the greying walls, and barely illuminated the trio of characters seated before the sisters. Nicolas and Rochelle stood on either side of a weeping man, trying to console him, though they knew not what troubled him. He would tell no one until the entire family could hear.

"Father!" Evy cried, moving forward to the man, taking his hand in hers. "What's wrong?"

Her father attempted to calm himself, using his free hand to smooth down the few free strands of hair that had been shifted about in his fit. He then took the back of his hand and wiped the tears from his brown eyes, which appeared glazed and glassy to Evy. Rochelle took on a look of umbrage upon her father's sudden calm by the presence of his youngest daughter. "Father?" Evy urged on.

"Evy, my dearest," he began, and looked to the others in the room, "Jacqueline, Rochelle...and you too, Nicolas, for you have been good to us. A grave misfortune has befallen us."

"Nonsense, father, we're still here, aren't we?" Evy tried to console him. His mouth grew into a grim line at the comment.

"Yes, but darling, we won't be for long if I can't arrange for some money to be sent our way. The cargo of the last ship was stolen, and the ship itself has disappeared. Only a few of the sailors, including the captain of the ship managed their way to port. Dear, pirates have beset us with nothing. We can only hope for the good will of my associates for us to remain in such a state of wealth as we have experienced."

"Oh, father," Evy murmured, hugging her father. Nicolas had a look of horror upon his face, the very same look that reflected itself in Rochelle's. She began to suspect that the things Evy had warned her about for years was indeed true. She put her arm around Nicolas, in an unspoken attempt to try to console him: that everything would be alright. She was shocked, however, when he shrugged her off, and didn't even bother to look at her. Rochelle let out a sob, and disappeared from the room. Jacqueline was shocked as well, though her features made her look more confused than anything.

Nicolas turned to say something to Rochelle, only just realising she was gone. He let out a grunt and stormed out of the house. Or rather, he stopped at the doorway and growled to the girls' father.

"I'll need to speak this over with you, Pierre," he said, before he continued out the door and on his way, not forgetting to slam the door shut. Evy and her father payed no attention to this, though Jacqueline turned and watched Nicolas rush out the door.
"Father, when will we know if the clerks will send money?" Jacqueline said, finally thinking of something to say.

"I don't know, Jacqueline. It may take weeks for word to get here. In the meantime, we may have to sell some of our things."

"Don't worry, Jacqueline, even if we do have to sell some of our things, we can buy them back when we receive the money from father's associates," Evy said to her sister, trying to alleviate the feelings of everyone still present. The financial situation was nothing to Evy, but she knew that it would cause everyone around the house to be a lot more down-hearted.

"Father, is there anything I can do?" Evy asked, wanting to make sure there was nothing else she could do before she left to her room for the night.

"Nothing yet, my darling, not until there is nothing left," he commented, lost in thought.

"Goodnight, then, father," she whispered, hugging him before she left, and adding, "Sleep well, sister."

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A week later, Rochelle found herself cooking a stew made from whatever herbs and vegetables Evy had scavenged. Jacqueline was inept at just about anything, so she occupied herself with embroidery, one of the few things she could do right. Rochelle, however, didn't have much knowledge of cooking, either, and kept peering into the pot, unsure of when to take it out.

Just a day ago, they had a cook, and none of the girls ever needed to worry about making their own food. In fact, the girls had to learn how to do many things for themselves, though the easiest time came for Evy. She always had a smile on her face, nowadays, trying to urge good humour throughout the household. Nothing swayed her optimistic nature, not even the news that no money would be coming to the house, the news that all their father's associates were conniving and greedy.

Hardly paying attention anymore, Rochelle didn't notice when the pot began to boil over. She jumped when she was splashed with the burning liquid, dropping her wooden ladle into the fireplace. She didn't know what to extinguish the flame with, and so she ran to find Evy, knowing Evy would know what to do. She had hardly gotten three rooms over when a scream erupted from the kitchen. Rochelle slapped her head - she had left Jacqueline in the kitchen alone. The girl probably did something incredibly stupid by herself. Rochelle ran back to the kitchen and ran into an object going the opposite direction. After she had fallen to the floor, she sat up, still trying to make her way to Jacqueline, ignoring the pain, and rose to look down at the figure who she had run into: her sister.

"Jacqueline! What did you do?" Rochelle cried, seeing the look of confusion on her sister's face.

"The house is on fire, Rochelle, the house is on fire!" Jacqueline screamed, pushing herself up and running from the kitchen. Rochelle looked into the kitchen, and gasped as a tongue of fire lashed out at her. She too ran from the house, screaming for her father and for Evy. She hoped neither of them were on the second level, and that both of them would hear hers and Jacqueline's screams.

Rochelle watched in horror as the fire made its way to an open window, licking at the fresh air. It moved as quickly as she feared through the house. It had eaten up the entrance room, and Rochelle feared that all hope was lost for her youngest sister and father. She began to sob, blaming Jacqueline for the newest misfortune that had befallen them.

"Papa! Evy!" Jacqueline cried, running to the side of the house. Rochelle looked up and grabbed her sister before she could get any closer to the flame, but saw Evy and her father appear around the corner of the house, rushing away from it as fast as they could.

"Girls! You're alright," their father gasped, bringing them into a warm embrace. Rochelle and Jacqueline hugged their father tightly. Evy stood apart from them, her green eyes reflecting nothing of her thoughts.

"Father, what started the fire?" she asked cooly.

"Why," he started, parting from the eldest of his daughters, "well, I don't know."

It was then that Rochelle broke out, "Oh father, I was cooking, and then the water started to boil over, and I didn't know how to stop it, and so I ran out to find Evy but then I heard a scream and found Jacqueline running out of the kitchen."

"Oh my," her father mumbled, and before he could get any further, Jacqueline cried out.

"Father! Father, what are we to do with ourselves? Where are we to go?" she sobbed. Evy took her sister into her arms, trying to console her while their father pondered what to do. Pierre stood there for quite some time, while his house burned in the background, and finally reached a conclusion.

"Oh, but there's a house we own, but I'm afraid it hasn't been touched for years. I suppose we could go to live there for some time. It's quite a strong house, and should still stand."

"Oh, that's wonderful, father," Evy commented, trying to cheer up her sisters. Neither she nor her father chose to mention the number of bugs and growth that would await them, for they both knew the elder daughters would be disgusted. The family tuned away from the flickering ashes of their devastated home, and began to walk.

ARG M8E

2005-11-21T17:44:00.000-08:00

Right, so I got new license plates today.

And I hope you can guess what they say.

If you can't, you're rather dim.

ARG M8E

Oh man...greatest license plate in the world. And there's a picture of a whale behind the letters (and number) and underneath it it says "Save the whales and oceans" or something to that effect. Like my old plates.

Today has been such a lovely Monday. I wish they were all like this.

The Torture Chamber

2005-10-29T23:14:00.000-07:00

So, today has been an exceedingly good day.

Sort of ironic that it was the day of the first funeral I'd ever been to.

But anyway, let's start from the beginning, shall we?

First off - I got to band on time. Okay, so the signs of the apocalypse are as follows: a bando becoming homecoming king, HBHS winning homecoming, and me being not only on time for a band event, but in fact early as the drum major.

So, eventually I need a reed because mine was a piece of crap. First I asked Marianne if I could have one of her reeds. And then I find out that they're a size 3 and annoying as hell to play, at least on my plastic clarinet. So I switched off between the old and new reeds for a lot of the first part of band. Come breaktime, I go to buy a new reed from Mr. Gilboe since Alejandra was being unresponsive and flighty. "Oh, by the way, I have the reeds you ordered, they're somewhere around here," says he.

And thus, I got a spiffy new pack of reeds, with a strength of not 3, not 3.5, but 4! Yes, that's right, folks, Krist finally has a reed that can stand up to the strength of her mouth and lungs. God, I think this is the first time I've ever played on a 4 reed, and it's so great. I can actually play comfortably. It makes me very happy.

So then I went to my car, to exchange the crap plastic clarinet for the wood one, because I hate my plastic clarinet with the same amount of hate I extend toward Mr. Mannion's teaching "skills."

So, that having been done, and after running through the music, I went to change. It was at this time I realized that for the first time in my participation in marching band that I actually wore the right undergarments. Yes, this is the third year. Third time's a charm, yeah? XD

Of course, after we had all gotten dressed, we went to Ryan Cook's funeral. Mr. Gilboe had told us that morning that we would be performing at his funeral, with the alma mater and taps. I expected crying. I expected bawling. I expected people to look at us and stare, somehow moved by the fact that our band was playing at his funeral. I expected everything. I expected bandos to break down crying. I was right in it all. It's still a terribly dramatic scene, no matter what you expect. It's something you can't prepare yourself for, no matter how much you expect it. Nobody likes to be reminded of terminality, no matter how prepared they are to face it. For those of us who didn't know Ryan, this is all we can get out of the situation. The subject of terminality, that we are not immortal. We do know this, but we don't seem to really realize it. Not til more people start dying. And it's not even as if we all felt truly sad, not all of us knew him, and despite everything, not all of us chose to look up on the prospect of the end. No, many cried simply because they're empathetic. Now, as for me, I'm torn between empathy and logic. I know I don't feel anything. I can differentiate the feelings of others from my own, but it was for others that I felt like crying. It was a headache trying to keep the feelings of others out.

So there's that. We played, and it meant a lot to Ryan's true friends, and family.

After this, we went on to the Mission Viejo tournament. I have to say that that's the best I've ever played and marched.

Which is kinda funny considering how little I watched George and how loud the highway noise was. Regardless, I did really well. And apparently, according to Mr. Gilboe, that's the best we've ever done. That's the best the percussion has /ever/ been, and it was an all around great performance.

So we headed home. And we got back. And my mom came by with my keys (I had left my keys in my car, so mommy came by with a spare). And my dad called me to ask if I wanted to go to the haunt. So I said yeah, and that I would head over after I changed. So I did. And I tried to get Alex or Chessie to go and if I had anyone else's number I would have called them too, but I didn't. Regardless, no one came with me. It took forever to get to Knotts.

First of all, there was an accident. For some reason this minivan was facing toward traffic, and had crashed into a guy going with traffic. It was weird. And so I had to get out of that lane. And then it took pretty much a half an hour to make a u-turn to get into the parking lot. And then, right when I was supposed to get into the line to go into the Knott's drop off area, my dad told me that we couldn't get tickets. So, after having stared at a sign for Medieval Times at 8:15, I proposed we try there. So by our luck, we could. And we saw it. And it was spiffy. As always. Unfortunately, Princess Esperanza was annoying as hell. And this time we were the red knight. Ah, but just once I wanted to be truly evil. The black and white knight was the victor this time, and the blue knight the Princess's lover.

Well, that was fun. It's interesting having a father who is filthy rich and able to waste money so readily. So there we are...we had a nice knight where nobody got mad. I mean night. God. I shouldn't type with a headache.

So, goodnight all.

Stuff

2005-10-28T23:53:00.000-07:00

So...

Um...

Into the Woods was...was...it was...g-g-goooood. Yeah. It was actually pretty cool. The sets were spiffy - they used a bunch of scrims for trees, and in the beginning, they had the books that the characters came out of, and they opened them. That's pretty frickin' awesome, if you ask me. The cast did a wonderful job. And I like how they "disguised" their techies - which was dressing them up as various characters from fairytales like the three little pigs, the dwarves, jack and jill, and a couple of others. Oh, and before it even started, the extras (the techies) walked down the aisles and joked around with the audience. It was pretty cool.

And just think - we got to see that for free. Though, I would have liked if the technical aspects were better - for instance, I do recall the sound malfunctioning way too many times for them to claim "near-professionalism." I also recall the smoke not working right on the witch's transformation, which makes me sad. But I do have to say that the witch had a beautiful wig. I want it...

Um...Friday...lesse, what happened today...Oh! Well, I skipped the homecoming game due to an irksome headache resulting from a lack of water (I think). I felt like I was overheating...it was pretty bad.

But dude - I totally got out of homecoming. =jig= =shifty= Tell no one I'm happy about that.

I do have to wonder how it went. Accordingly, the band didn't know what we were doing. And I have to wonder how having fireworks AND a helicopter went off as well.

So anyway, that's the post for now.

Red Eye

2005-10-16T01:36:00.000-07:00

Right, so this weekend, guess what I did?

Yeah, predictably, I went to Disneyland on Friday (I'm rather liking this habit). That was fun. We brought Alex along, who now has a Select Annual Pass (which has...like...half the year blocked out). That was very fun.

Earlier today, well, rather, earlier this night I went to Downey to see Good News!, which was a...cute play about football on a college campus in the nineteen twenties, and had a predictable plot. =shrug= It was enjoyable. The dancing was pretty good, and I was surprised that people that old could dance so well. The cast was blindly cast - I mean, one of the main characters was supposed to be like...22 and looked...62. Most of the rest of the cast looked either the right age or in their thirties. Which was alright. Some of the people couldn't act. =sigh= My grandparents assure me that the plays are usually better done than that. Oh well.

And throughout the play, my eye annoyed the hell out of me. When I got home...erm...two hours after I got home, I decided to inspect upon the problem. I took out my contact and searched for the problem. I found one eyelash, but it still hurts. If the problem persists, I'll have to go to the doctor.

Um...I'll prolly see Phantom next week if I feel too blind to see it tomorrow....er...today.

The Letter

2005-10-04T01:53:00.000-07:00

Dear 2005 CIT,

We hope you had a fun summer in camp and are now enjoying the beginning of the school year. For us here in the winter office it is now time to relax 'just for a while' and reflect on this past summer.

Choosing who comes back as a CA is probably the hardest tasks we have all year. It's tough when we have great kids that have been with us for years and years that we are unable to invite back because we feel they are not ready to take on a CA position. We know that all CIT's think they are ready for staff and nearly all think they have done a great job. And, in the eyes of some staff they have done a great job. We insist that Dept Heads, Head Counselors, Bunk COunselors and even the Dining Room Manager give us CIT evaluations every session to get as much information as possible to help in our deicision making. Remember also taht we only have room for 24 CA's at camp so the task of deciding who comes back from a list of 176 (2005) CIT's is very difficult.

As we mentioned in the first CIT meeting on the summer, the criteria to be invited back it broad, but it includes maturity, responisibility, consistency, respect, integrity, passion and skills to teach in a certain area. We know you have some of the above mentioned but maybe they aren't totally developed yet.

Based on your evaluations we will not be offering you a CA position for summer 2006.

In most sleep-away camps, CA's would be 2nd year CIT's or SuperCIT's. There are always CIT's who are not invited back that decide on coming back to ILC as a 2nd year CIT, and you are eligible to take advantage of this. We also suggest that if this is not an option, you try counseling at a local day camp to gain more experience and then applying for a position with us the summer after. There are many that do this.

We know our decision may come as a shock to you and that it may cause some of you to become quite upset with us. Please remember that making the decision of whom and who is not invited to be a CA is one of the hardest jobs we have all year and our decision is not a reflection of how we fell about you personally. We just feel that you are not quite ready to take on the role as a CA.

You are always welcome to visit at camp and will always be part of our family.

Sincerely,

Dan and Nigel.
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Dude, that has gotta be the most generalized letter. I mean, it's really entertaining, but really generalized. Oh, by the way, if I receive any condolences for not becoming a CA, I'll smack you. Just think of what this means: I actually get to have a summer! And depending on if I get a job earlier than that, I won't have to quit. Woo!

I'm still way too much of a kid. >.< And I have no interest in teaching, so...it's no big deal if I don't get invited back next year either.

Weee! I love my ways of thinking!

It's hard to understand how anyone could get overly emotional about all this. I guess if they actually /tried/ and completely thought they had done an /excellent/ job...

Man that would suck.

Oh, and all typos in the letter are mine. XD I just wrote it as fast as possible because I hate writing things already written.

Oh man, you know what the greatest part is?

"Sicerely,

Dan and Nigel

Dan and Nigel"

As if you can't read slightly cursive /computer/ font. XDDDDD The whole point of the names written twice is so you can read their writing if it's too messy. But it's not even signatures! =falls over dying of laughter=

Reoccuring Thoughts.

2005-09-25T01:47:00.000-07:00

Gate Code: 7263 - Sand.
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Right, so I really wanna not go through the senior year of high school. Every single person who has graduated or is in their senior year says it's pointless.

So, just a thought. I mean, I thought about this last year. And I'm thinking about it this year.
It's not a matter of my intelligence. It's a matter of I'm bored, and I don't want to take classes that I'm either gonna have to take again, or classes that are basically...review. It's a matter of the fact that I know what job I'm going to have, and what I want to pursue in college.

So. That's it. That's my reasonings.

The Last Stand

2005-09-22T00:42:00.000-07:00

So, I started a new play. It's about my favorite threesome - Anne Bonney, Jack Rackham, and Mary Read. Oh, and it has Mary's sweetheart too. Yep.

Anyway, it's not all that great so far. I need to edit it. And so far it's just Jack and Annie talking to eachother.

The Final Stand
A True Story
By Kristy Plotkin

© Kristy Plotkin 2005

Anne Bonney – Irish, red headed, and hot-headed and a die-hard pirate
Mary Read – English, hardworking, as unpiratical as a pirate can get
Jack Rackham – American, greedy, charming, pirate
Jim Davies – American, artist, sweet, loving

Setting: Scene 1 – their ship, both aboveboard and below deck, Scene 2 – the Jamaican jail cell

SCENE 1
(Anne and Jack are on deck, looking out to sea.)

Anne
It’s been a good run, Jack.

Jack
Aye, me bonny lass. Pillaged and plundered countless harbors, and here we end it with the plunder of the King’s own jewels.

Anne
“End it”? Jack, love, yer not thinking of giving up on the trade?

Jack
Aye, I have been at sea far too long. Poseidon’s daughters are no longer the great lovers they used to be, especially since you joined us.

Anne
Jack Rackham, am I really supposed to believe the pirate who couldn’t even privateer because of his greed is just going to stop?

Jack
We all grow tired, someday, Anne.

Anne
So, that’s it. No more plunder? No more sea?

Jack
That’s it. No more.

Anne
(Laughs, a bit shocked at this prospect)
Of course, it’s all a joke. Right? You’re a damn good liar, Jack.

Jack
Come with me, Anne.

Anne
Oh dear god, you’re serious.

Jack
Anne, this is the final straw for the king. I mean, look out there – there are pirate hunters in every port, every river, every horizon. You don’t expect us to be able to last much longer?

Anne
Jack, we’re a brazen lot, us pirates. They can’t take us down if we fight back.

Jack
Yes, they can. There’s only so many of us.

Anne
Well, that’s just fine, Jack, I mean, here I am, a female, and a pirate at that: Out in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by pirate hunters and with a crew of sea dogs. I won’t be allowed to live easily. They’ll make sure to kill me, and not just me, Jack, but Mary too. No matter how good of a man she be pretending she is, she is still a woman, as her heart would prove. We will not be let off lightly. And you’d risk that just because you’re afraid there’s too many pirate hunters?

Jack
The punishment for pirates is outright death. You think they’ll be any less forgiving just because the rest of us are male?

Anne
So you’d join the hangman in the hempen jig willingly? That’s not something to want, Jack.

Jack
Lass, I don’t want it. It be why I be retiring from the sweet trade.

Anne
Jack, you know damn well the chances of being found if you’re on land. The ocean is a vast and unkempt world of its own. After all, not every port is ruled over by our enemies.

Jack
Anne, you remember where we left you when you were pregnant?

Anne
You’re not really thinking of staying there the rest of your sorry life, are you?

Jack
Yes.

Anne
If I remember correctly, I and all the women in the village with me were attacked by the Spanish soldiers. They know damn well of the island, and will be damnably intent on keeping it watched. I had to fight off all the men, Jack; none of the women knew how to fight. I couldn’t let them take us – you know what they would have done.

Jack
I know, lass. But ye got out of that. And the king is likely to think we won’t be coming back.

Anne
Jack, are you really that stupid?

Jack
Annie, if you’re that against it…

Anne
I am, Jack. I am.

Jack
Fine. There are plenty of other ports.

(Mary and Jim stagger onstage. They’re obviously slightly drunk, at the least.)

Mary
Well hello there, lovers.

Jack
Ahoy, Mary, Jim.

Jim
How be ye two on this lovely night?

Anne
Ah, we be all right, Jim, my boy. Have ye heard our captain is thinking of giving up piracy?

Jim
Actually, Annie…

Mary
Looking to take up an honest man’s life, now, Jack? It’s about time we all learned some sense, hm?

Jack
Exactly. There’s no sense in continuing, is there?

Mary
With our last haul, none whatsoever.

Jim
Me and Mary could settle down…

Jack
And Annie and I could settle nearby…

Anne
Have ye all lost it? Mary? Jim? Ye know what ye be saying?

Mary
Annie, me and Jim, we’ve been wanting to marry for some time now. It would be perfect to settle down now that we’ve got some money.

Anne
Mary, you remember what happened last time you tried that.

Jim
Annie!

Mary
(utterly shocked)
Well, if that’s how you feel about it…
(She begins to walk offstage. They all watch, knowing too well what happened before. Anne looks around, trying to figure out why she would say something so stupid. The others look at her as well and wonder the same.)

Jack
Wait, Mary, she didn’t mean it. Nobody could have known it would end badly.

Mary
It was perfect. We had the Three Shoes, business was good, and everything was fine. And then sickness catches hold of him, and he dies.
(She pauses, and turns to look at Anne.)
But now, now I have a second chance. I have Jim. I couldn’t ask for more, only that we be properly wed and living an honest life. The pirate’s life is not for him, and it’s not for me. He’s a bleedin’ artist, fer Christ’s sake! And I…Well, I was a soldier, afore that a French lass’s boy, and afore that I was actually female. Excuse me for wanting a decent life, Anne.

Anne
I’m sorry. I will never understand why you want a quiet life.

Mary
I never had the chance, not for long, anyway. The one time I did…

Jack
(Façade of joviality)
Lasses, this isn’t the time for distressing talk. Just think, we have the King’s own gold and a full stock of rum. Let’s be merry!

Jim
I’ll drink to that, as soon as I get another mug.

(Jack leads the way.)

Mary
I’d prefer to stay aboveboard.

Jim
Mary?

Mary
Go, be merry.

Jim
Nay, love, I can’t be happy without you.

(Jim goes to hug Mary. They embrace.)

Jack
Ye two are a sweet lot, ye know.

(They smile.)
Annie? Care to join me below?
(Jack smirks. Anne looks placid, emotionless.)

Anne
Jack, I’d prefer not to tonight. I have some things to think over.

(Anne turns her back to him, and Jack grumbles. Jack goes as close to the side of the stage near the audience. He is below deck. Anne goes further away from Mary and Jim, still in an embrace, and looks out to the sea (the audience). She is obviously thinking about everything.)

Jack
(to the audience)
Ah lads, how ye be fairing down here? The rum is good?

(If the audience is dull and unresponsive, he should just treat all his lines as a monologue.)
Good stock.
(He raises his mug, then takes a drink.)

Jim
Soon we’ll be free.

Mary
Aye, we’ll be able to return to a life free from fear. No more worry of pirate hunters, no more worry of when the next ship will sail into our horizon…

Jim
No more hiding your sex…
(He kisses her, grinning.)

Mary
Aye, no more of that.
(She returns the kiss.)

Anne
How can they just give up? Life is far to exciting this way. For too long I’ve attempted to free myself from the bonds of the land, and here they are, just throwing up their hands in defeat, as if the life is too hard. It’s far better than the quiet life of a servile woman and a hardworking man. And if I go back…Father…I’ll have to see him again, if we ever get caught. No matter what I’ve done, he’s still going to come after me, to shame me, to keep me, and to force me into marriage with a man of a noble life. No matter to the fact that he himself is a hypocrite and married his bleedin’ servant. I refuse to give in to such a life.

(She stares out to the sea again, a frustrated expression on her face. Eventually, she realizes there is a ship on the horizon: an English warship. This, of course, means pirate hunters.)
Is that…it is…Mary! Jim! Look!

(The two look out to the sea, and spot the ship.)

Mary
Dear heavens…pirate hunters.

Jim
I’ll go tell the rest of the crew.

Mary
Hurry!

(Jim rushes over to Jack’s part of the stage.)

Jim
Captain! There are pirate hunters coming for us.

Jack
(Thoroughly placid (or plastered))
Ah, Jimmy, take a seat, have a drink. Today is a day for rejoicing, not for running from pirate hunters.

Jim
Jack! Our lives are at stake – there’s no way we can settle down if they catch us. You know the punishment for piracy.

Jack
Aye. Laddy, you’ve nothing to worry about then, do ye?

Jim
What?

Jack
In a fair court of law, ye’ll be found innocent, along with some of the others on this ship. Ye are, after all, artists, and not pirates. Yer free from worry.

Jim
But Mary…and Annie. If they’re caught.

Jack
They be female…Their sentence won’t be so dire.

(Mary and Anne ready themselves, the pirate hunters are about to board.)
Come on, now, drink up.

Jim
No, Jack, Annie’s right. We have to fight. It’s just one more battle and we can stop.
(Jim joins the girls, after taking Jack’s cutlass. Jack looks after him and raises his mug, taking a last swig.)

Anne
To the last!
(They swing, and the lights go out.)

SCENE 2

(Anne and Mary are in their own individual cells. Each is chained. Jack walks slowly down. He stops when Mary calls for him.)
Mary
Jack?

Jack
Mary?

Mary
What happened to Jim?

Jack
They let him go, just like the rest of the artists. You know they had nothing to do with piracy.

Mary
Thank heavens. Anne’s the next cell over.

(He nods in thanks, and continues to Anne’s cell.)

Anne
Jack?

Jack
They allowed me one last word, Annie.

Anne
Oh?

Jack
Aye. I hear Mary pleaded her belly.

Anne
Of course, she’ll have the baby in just a few months.

Jack
That’ll be a happy sight.

Anne
Aye.

Jack
So…ye both pleaded yer bellies?

Anne
Aye.

Jack
How long have you been pregnant?

Anne
About a month, Jack. I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to be left on an island all alone again.

Jack
I’m sorry. After all, I’m about to die. I can do nothing for the child.

Anne
Why didn’t you fight?

Jack
There was no hope. They would have overpowered us in a second. I thought it best to allow the men one last night of good cheer.

Anne
If you had fought like a man, you needn’t be hung like the dog you are.

Jack
Annie!

Anne
Good day, Jack, I have nothing more to say to you.
(Jack gathers his thoughts and leaves. Blackout.)

Me duele

2005-09-09T13:33:00.000-07:00

So, I've not had a splendid day today. I wake up to find that it's 7:15. I then go back to sleep and wake up at 7:45. And then I make myself late for Spanish on accident.

And then I sit in math, minding my own business when I look at my watch and it's 11:55. Oops - someone needs to leave. So I rushed out of math to make it to band. That was fine and dandy and when it was over - lo and be hold, I've been abandoned. I know Alex was at school - after all, I saw her talking to Robert since he came by today, but then when I ran into Robert, there was no Alex. There was no Annie at the spot. And heaven only knows where the hell Alicia went.
-------------- ((Added: 9:45 AM Saturday))

So I went around, randomly running into other people I have befriended over the years, then I decided to go and turn in my ASB stuff. And I for some reason felt like I was going to cry as I was denied the ability to turn it in already due to my mother having forgotten the entire backside of one of the papers. And as far as I knew, she had left for the weekend already. So I said I'd get my dad to do it. And then I spent the rest of lunch with Chessie. No complaints there. When I went into physics, all we did was correct our safety tests. Do you know how annoying that is? I mean, for the entire week, we have done absolutely nothing in that class. So, after I was done fixing my bleeding corrections, I was allowed to go on the computer, and that's when I started typing this. And before then, however, I tried to occupy my time by reading. That didn't work, so I forged my dad's signature (which he allows everyone to do since he cannot write himself). And when I went to band, around 2:30 I asked to turn in the papers. I was given permission, and it took frickin' forever because the woman was on the phone. And then she had me wait so I could give back all the other papers to Mr. Gilboe. So I did. And then I got to talk to Mr. Crook - who is in my opinion one of the best teachers ever. It's a shame he's the activity director, since he can't teach anymore. But he called me a peach. It made me laugh and I felt better up until I went home. I watched this predictable suspense movie with Josh. And when it was over, I slept.

Now that was the most idiotic thing I'd done all day. Because I slept right through the football game. And sleeping through football games is a very very bad idea. =slaps head= Just as long as I don't sleep through any tournaments (because that would be immensely horrible) I should be fine. I just won't sleep on Fridays anymore. Ugh.

After I realized I'd woken up at 9 PM, I just went back to sleep. And slept a lot more.

September the 6th.

2005-09-06T00:24:00.000-07:00

So, I have no frickin' clue what the hell I'm doing up right now. I mean, if I were sane, in any way, at all, I'd be asleep, and I wouldn't have gotten sidetracked reading.

Right now, I'm in full piratical regalia, to continue my first day tradition. For a second, and I warn you, just a second, I debated wearing converse instead of boots. The funny thing is that they're equally comfortable.

So anyways, I stopped that silliness right there, and pointed out: boots, duh.

So yeah. Now I'm about to get random notebooks ready. I'm really debating not bothering with that since I have no clue what I'll need (even though I've already bought binders for every necessary class=

I definitely need to change my contacts tomorrow. I have no clue when I last put them in, but I have a feeling it was two weeks ago.

I finally got Mostly Harmless and can proceed to finishing the godforsaken series of awesomeness.

I also got Mirror, Mirror, and Lost a bit back, when me and Chessie were stuck in Downtown Disney for a bit and I walked into the bookstore. Seriously. People should stop letting me in bookstores. Swear to frickin' Allah.

So anyways, I ran out of things to rant about, I figure if there's anything else I need to do, I can do it in the morning since I'm allowing myself an hour and a half to be fully awake and at the school. So yeah, that's all, loves.

My Life as a Soap Opera

2005-09-02T13:28:00.000-07:00

So.

This...er...afternoon I woke up to a very strange form of talking. As my consciousness rose, I realised it was my mother sobbing. And soon enough I was able to make out the words she tried so hard to impound into my brother's head so many times.

For some reason, my brother has this undeniable urge to critique our mother. And for some reason, no matter how many times he brings her to tears, he continues to do it. And no matter how many times she tells him to stop, he does it. And even when our mother forced him to live with our father, he continues to do it. We thought he had gotten better, but apparently, with this afternoon as evidence, he has not.

I really don't get how he finds the ability to do it. Did he originally think it a joke and then fall into the habit so often that he continues to do it?

I wish I knew. I wish he would stop. I wish he wouldn't drive Mommy to tears.

Sometimes I have to wonder if there's a heart in that kid at all.

Wow.

2005-08-30T18:11:00.000-07:00

Um...anyone know where all the spammish comments came from? I'm too lazy to delete them.

Schedule

2005-08-30T16:58:00.000-07:00

So, I finally got my schedule, devoid of PW/Directing....or just directing or whatever it is this year. So I get to wait in a gigantic line.

Yay.

0 - AP US History
1 - AP Spanish 4
2 - Art of Film
3 - CP English 3
4 - Precalculus
5 - Physics
8 - Marching Band

So yeah, either they give me credit for Wind Ensemble or they put me in PW/Directing.
If they don't, heaven will revert to hell. Yay.

2005-08-29T23:29:00.000-07:00

Home Again

2005-08-28T17:32:00.000-07:00

So, I'm back, and life is good.

She's Not Dead Yet

2005-08-20T19:06:00.000-07:00

The title is a misquotation of a song from "Spamalot".

Anyways, my throat feels like someone took a knife and slit it open. Earlier it felt like someone took a knife and repeatedly stabbed me in the back with it. Now it just feels like someone dropped a really heavy rock on it.

So, I've got one more week before I'm home. And so far my sick count is: throat, slightly in the ears, and at least my nasal passage is clear for once.

I performed in three things today. Def Poetry Slam, Voices and Accents, and Honk! The Ugly Duckling Story. I really cannot remember if I've said these already. Ah fwell.

Def Poetry Slam went across really well. So well that people's parents who had no connection to me whatsoever said "Hey, great poetry today".

Mmm...fame. XD

I'll post my poem later. And I'll post the group piece later too.

Uh...

Voices and Accents did a lot better than the rehearsals. The audience responded really well, and the random crap we were thinking up went across really well.

Honk! did rather poorly. But I with my cynical-and-not-really-that-used-to-how-much-you-screw-up-in-theatre-nature could be overemphasizing how terrible it was.

No. It was bad. I'm wondering if I'm just way too used to professional theatre.

We did really well last session, though, with Showstoppers II, I mean, Nothing too terrible went bad. Of course, the Shakespeare play they did last session (Twelfth Night), did somewhat poorly, but eh.

And I'm also used to more than one set. It makes me so sad that there are more set changes in our Ten Minute Play festivals than in this camp. There are no set changes. At all. It frightens me a bit, sometimes, especially when the play is meant to be in different sets. But uh...Thank god Into the Woods is basically one set. I won't go nuts with that.

I'll have to change bunks tomorrow or something. It's annoying. But another thing - apparently Spike (I met him last year, when he was a CIT) stayed for Elite Week last year, and he was made into a bunk counselor. From CIT to bunk counselor. And he got invited back. I think it's just so frickin' cool. I hope they do that for the rest of us elitists. <- bad pun, much?

Um...I can't think of too much else to ramble about, but I have too many people to miss in the following week. You (Annie), Alex, Alicia, my family, Loki, all the other camp friends who left today, the camp friends who are leaving tomorrow, and anyone else I'm forgetting.

Goodness

2005-08-16T20:28:00.000-07:00

I haven't updated yet? What's wrong with me?

Oh well. So this is it. Curfew is in two minutes.

Off to Neverland

2005-07-23T14:53:00.000-07:00

Right, so I leave tomorrow. Haven't posted due to Annie's absence.

But, to fill you in:

I went to the Labyrinth masquerade. It was fun. It wasn't as fun as it could have been if my closest friends were there with me, or at least, Alex, because some of the things that people wore and stuff and how they acted just...yeah. Annie wouldn't have liked it as much. I went with Gina and Chessie. Which was a terrible mistake. Gina is far more conservative than either me or Chessie and Chessie is far more...uh...yeah, than either me or Gina. So, eventually Chessie was left alone, and we go to find her, and by chance we happen upon this couple making out. Gina recognizes the girl as Chessie. We eventually broke them up, only to find out the guy was twenty two and that Chessie had absolutely appalling breath, because the guy was a smoker. And then she went back to him. So we went up to my mom, and then we broke the two apart again. This time we were successful. And the rest of the night was crap because Chessie was a stick in the mud and wanted to be alone, but we couldn't let her because Mommy told me to not let her out of my site. Geh. So eventually, we ran into Mum, and that was when I finally decided I'd let Chessie have her fucking "closure" and Mum told us we were leaving. So, Chessie didn't get her closure, but now she's alright, it was good for her, and all that jazz. And thus the night was ended.

Nothing else really eventful happened until we went and saw Wicked. Now, that was a last minute thing that my mom bought tickets for. They were three hundred and forty dollars each or something like that. It was really cool. Elphaba was wonderful, but their Glinda was...spaztastic or something. Their Nessarose was good. Fiyero kept singing the wrong tune and it bugged the hell out of me. Boq didn't know how to speak. But other than that, it was awesome.

And then the day after that I got my hair dyed red and cut to a few inches under my shoulder. It looks pretty cool. And the red isn't that drastic. It's the same shade as my hair was previously.

And then I read through HP6. And I once again hate J. K. Rowling. But I do love Snape evermore. He's so awesome in #6...it's like...dude.

So, with all that said, I'm gonna go continue to pack.

And I have an appallingly small number of the splendiloquent to-do list done, but here's what I've got:

1. Make toast.
2. Write something creative about this picture: The Last of the Yellow Brick Road
4. Speak like a scurvy pirate fer a length of the sun, matey! Captain Kristy of the ship Jester's Laugh be yer guide. (threatens with hook)
5. Read Mao Zedong's A Study of Physical Education (1917).
6. Document your dreams.
8. Make sure that your AIM profile follows these rules.
11. Read Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange (1962) and then watch Stanley Kubrick's film adaptation (I still have to do the latter). ((I'm going to read it on the way to ILC))
13. Make something artsy based off the Beatles' "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."
14. Have your cake and eat it too.
15. Go on a wild-goose chase.
16. Stir up a hornets' nest.
18. Read some of e.e. cummings' poems, especially "next to of course god america i" (1926).
19. Eat a lemon with a spoon.
20. Buy yourself a new pair of shoes because honestly, you need new ones.
27. Find a magical genie's lamp (I suggest looking in the backyard) and save a wish for me. ((I've got one in my room, haven't decided what to wish for yet.))
28. Send The Hipster Handbook and FBotM to my home anytime, and I'll enjoy it when I get back! ((I'm gonna be doing this today. I'll order the Handbook, because without you there to remind me, I completely forgot. I'm sorry.))
29. Post your camp address either on your blog or on a note with the package (you can even just put the bunk number if you want, since I already have the other information). ((I'll do this from camp, I don't know what bunk I'll be in.))
31. Update Spirat Comics as much as possible/ write plays and stories of all genres! ((I did this for the first part of the summer...))
32. Clean your room!
33. Good. Now keep it clean for a week. (Muahahaha!) ((That'll be easy. I'll clean the rest of it today and then it will be clean for /five/ weeks))
34. And wear your retainer, too.
35. Send me letters from camp! Letters to delight the senses and funny bone! ((Will do.))

So anyways, that's it.

Marks of Woe

2005-06-15T15:23:00.000-07:00

Man, you know, I'm proud of my essay. Apparently I did so well she thought I may have cheated.

Man I'm proud.

Agony

2005-06-08T00:58:00.000-07:00

Right, so I finally finished 1 of 2 comics to be colored. Damn, it took something like 7 or 8 hours.

Then again, I did get sidetracked.

Anyways, by the time you read this, it /should/ be updated. However, if not, tell me. The comic on the front page damn well better be the colored one.

=sigh=

I'm focusing all my after-school efforts on writing and coloring. No slacking for me!

Damn it...why the hell did I eat breakfast? Now I'm waaaaay too energized.

Muh

2005-06-02T20:37:00.000-07:00

I've decided not to do independent study. Just because, I mean, I don't like the fact that they only need twenty credits per grade. Even though they finish their classes quicker, eh...

And I'm sorry I cause you so much stress because you care about me, Annie.

Here's a song:

"Cheer Up"

You say you're down you can’t lose that frown
Life sucks. What else is new? That’s tough.
There's not much you can do- you're not the only one not havin’ any fun
I've got a funny feelin’ we’re all born to lose
And I've got a funny feelin’ that this life ain’t worth livin’ through
I've been depressed and I get so stressed
Life sucks. I don't wonder why. That's tough.
I just keep on tryin’, so I won’t be the one not havin’ any fun
I've got a funny feelin’ we’re all born to lose
And I've got a funny feelin’ that this life ain’t worth livin’ through
I'm not givin’ up yet that's not the end of me
But it's not gonna be all right you'll see, you’ll see!
I've got a funny feelin’ we’re all born to lose
And I've got a funny feelin’ that this life ain’t worth livin’ through

Cheer Up!

------

Mind you, that's the first time I actually read the lyrics. The song totally rocks. And it's so damn upbeat for those lyrics.

Independent Study

2005-05-31T00:40:00.000-07:00

Alright, so for more information on the independent study:

http://www.pchs.k12.ca.us/

The spiffy thing about that is the school is in Tustin.

I love what my mother said to me. She told me to go to the site and then she headed back to her room, and I was reading it and she listed off the cool things about it, and she said, "Yeah, you just don't fit into the mold, so I'm not going to force you. And now that you can drive..."
My reaction? "Yes! Life rocks! You're the best mother ever...seriously, man."
So first we're going to check with the guidance counselors at school. And if I can't do independent study through Huntington, then it's to Pacific Coast I go.

I hope I can stay in APA and Band. That's my only worry, since those are the only classes I really want to stay with. Yeah.

=spastic happiness=

Freeeedom! Freedom from the cookie cutters! =spastic happy dance=

Hermit

2005-05-30T23:09:00.000-07:00

Right, so I spoke with mum about maybe doing independent study. She thought it would be a really spiffy idea, but we need to speak with the guidance counselors.

Of course, as far as I can tell, I'd still have to go to school for band and APA (and probably spanish, as well).

So yeah. If it can work out, that would rock.

Take that, you stupid internet!

2005-05-28T03:35:00.000-07:00

I finally updated. I have internet now, but a deafanddumb laptop that doesn't know it's being plugged into the wall.

So I updated the comic, and just turned the laptop off after. I have five minutes worth of battery left. I ain't gonna waste it until I figger out what's wrong with it.

Agony

2005-05-26T21:59:00.000-07:00

So...I have no internet access on my laptop. It hates me. I'm thinking I might try to spend all my time in the loft. But you know? It's just...so odd. I mean, the kitchen is in the living room, and it just makes sense that I be down there.

But the loft makes so much more sense. I mean, it's nearer to the bathroom de mi madre, which has the internet access thingy in it. And the couch is closer to the TV, and it's cozier.

And let's not forget the constant appeal of the videojuegos. I mean, dude...just the thought of all the games I can play there boggles my mind.

But that would defeat the purpose of having my laptop in there. I mean, it's not like I can play videogames and type at the same time.

So I come up here, type on the desktop, and return to my laptop downstairs, or go to my room to type on the laptop. Regardless, I'm not in front of a TV half the time.

It's so weird. And since I needed to get the ball rolling on writing scripts, I used the time I would wait for my internet to start up to write a play. And you know, eventually the internet disappeared altogether.

So here I am, wasting my time using this computer when I could be writing on my laptop.

This computer is actually detrimental to me doing something. If I were on my laptop, I'd be writing my script. But here, I have the taunt of Tontie and the internet.

My gods, do I screw myself over.

Oh, and by the way, I got the manilla folder. I got myself some highlighters while I was at it. And then I went to Michael's and bought forty dollars worth of ribbon. Mmm, life is good.

Yeah. I hate it.

So anyways, I wish Miss Lammers would allow us to think completely for ourselves and support our ideas with extremely strong thoughts rather than having us wasting our time to present other people's ideas. I know the point is to back up our own, but by gee, you'd think she'd give a poem out that would have tons of criticism to go along with it.

I hate her, so much. She lets us have the coolest poem in the world and then presents to us, "Oh, by the way, there's pretty much no criticism on 'next to, of course, god america i'. There's tons on Cummings, but absolutely nothing on his poem. At least, not in a written publication. So there you go, I screwed you over and so I'm just going to laugh while you all suffer in an attempt to find any criticism whatsoever. Here, watch me as I mock you. Ha! Ha ha ha ha! Oh, you can't imagine how much fun this is! I wish you could join me in mocking you, but then you'd just be an idiot. Oh, he he he he. My, my, this is dandy, glorious fun. Ahhhhh...yeah, this is why I became a teacher."

=twitch= Oh yeah, and I have comics to put up. They're on my laptop and everything, but guess what?

IT DOESN'T HAVE INTERNET ACCESS!!

=spasticangryyelling=

Irony, my love

2005-05-13T15:09:00.000-07:00

Right, so guess what?

You know, after that assembly, promoting the awareness of the effects of alcohol and driving...you'll never guess what I saw in front of my own very eyes.

Of course, you know that I drive. And of course, you know that I have to walk a bit to get to my car.

So, there's this spiffy little u-turn near the christian thingy down the way, and I take that. So, as usual, I got in the left turn lane, and waited ever so patiently for the light to turn.

And it did, and I waited ever so patiently for a chance to turn, since there's no specified left turn.

Well, the man opposing my turn lane waited for his, and got it much quicker. There was no car coming, that he could see, from the other side, and so he turned.

Then all of a sudden, BAM!

A girl who was trying to make the light, and therefore speeding up when she should have slowed down crashed into his passenger side head on. Thankfully for her, she didn't get hurt, as far as I could tell, and thankfully for the man, he didn't get hurt, as far as I could tell. They were in the process of exchanging information when I got a chance to turn.

And when I got home, I finally heard the sirens of the firefighters on their merry way to clear out the intersection. Ah mi...

So what's the moral of the story?

You don't have to be drunk to be an idiot.

I'm pretty sure the girl is under 18. You know what that means, she'll not be able to drive until she becomes a legal adult. And ooooh boy, her insurance shall skyrocket.

Forethought = good idea.

Taliesin, the Jesting Cat

2005-05-12T23:39:00.000-07:00

There is a cat of the night
Who is said not to do a thing right
As she mingles and mutters
Countless deceits and druthers
Having naught else to do
You don’t know, do you?
The cat you’ve never seen,
Taliesin, the bardic queen,
Taliesin, the jesting cat
With the thimble for a hat

And you’ve never heard
The endless trouble she’s stirred
When hunting for a mouse?
She upturned the whole house,
Scarred the walls
And marred the dolls,
Nipped the bits,
And bit the nips,
And then she lost her wits –
And ran into a table with her hips

But – that’s not the worst of this kit
For according to some, she knows a bit
Too much for such a young queen
In fact, for any cat, excessive or lean
And if you ever ask her,
She’ll tell you with a soft purr,
That name, the name that no human research
Discovers, the name that no matter how hard you search
You’ll never find,
For it’s not the cat’s mind
To tell its ineffable, effable
Effanineffible name.
Yes, she’ll tell the effanineffable name,
Of any cat, with a small price

She’s done it before, I tell you this
Told the Tugger his, and then gave him a kiss
To which he snarled and gave a frown
Reached for her coat of yellowish brown
And cast her right out of the yard
Demanding no soul to tend to the bard

And then on, forever, beyond, she was left
All alone, and of social sights, completely bereft

That’s why she is never seen,
Taliesin, the bardic queen,
Taliesin, the jesting cat
With the thimble for a hat

New Layout

2005-05-12T17:11:00.000-07:00

Alright, so I got bored, and whenever anybody changes their layout, I think to change mine. So, I did. And it's all dots, and different dots than on the template because I had time to make my own color dots because I wanted not to be entirely unoriginal.

And there you have it, a new layout.

Survey

2005-05-08T23:29:00.000-07:00

Believe it or not, Krist came up with a survey for a scientific study.

What is your name?

Age?

Gender?

Sex?

Sexuality?

Education?

Marital status?

Interests?

Favorite Subject?

Please give a brief history of your life.

What is your view on sexuality?

What is your view on sex?

What is your view on romance?

Favorite TV show(s)?

Favorite movie(s)?

View on men?

View on women?

Are you happy?

Why/why not?

View on your parents?

Who are your idols?

What do you like to wear?

Where do you live?

What’s your view on society?

What do you view as a utopian society?

Why?

Favorite band/artist?

Favorite musical genre?

Is there a certain art style you prefer?

Do you know what you want out of life?

Do you know where you want to be in five years?

Ten years?

Fifty years?

Describe your figure.

Are you outspoken?

Are you shy?

Do you consider yourself a monk (someone who keeps quiet, recedes in their opinion to finish an argument), a rebel (someone who stands out, who always pushes buttons, who refuses to conform), a comic (someone who tries to make people laugh during an uncomfortable moment), or a savior (someone who always sacrifices themselves for others)?

What is your view on death?

On life?

Your view on diets?

Are you on one?

Your view on karma?

Incest?

Love?

Are you in love?

Do you love someone?

Is anyone in love with you?

Does anyone love you?

What does your screenname/username/nickname say about you (if you have one)?

Your view on suicide?

Which sin do you fall victim to mostly?

What is your best attribute?

Is there anything you say often?

What is your view on education?

On the education system in your area?

What is your view of your close friends?

How long have you known them?

What is your view of religion?

Do you have one?

What is your view of your coworkers/classmates?

Who do you hate and why?

What do you hate and why?

Is there anything that gets on your nerves?

Is there anything you'd like to add that would be useful for further research?

Pick a subject and say as much as you can on it. Whatever comes to mind.

Fast Times at Buddy Cianci High

2005-05-08T21:14:00.000-07:00

Oh my gods.

Brian and the floss brought back so many bad memories. You don't want to know, and you don't want me to have even said that. Ugh.

Wow...you know...I almost thought Family Guy was losing its charm because it's gotten kinda...predictable.

But then, I mean...Stewie started doing the robot and I decided against it.

Blue Moon

2005-05-06T21:27:00.000-07:00

Mmm....Ella Fitzgerald is spiffy. And she and Louis Armstrong make a great team.

Augh. I can't believe I forgot to set my alarm clock. Damnit. I missed rehearsal.

I really hope Bryan doesn't kill me.

Clear Thoughts

2005-05-05T23:33:00.000-07:00

You know, I really don't want to be taking all advanced classes anymore.

Yes, I love challenging my mind. And hell no do I want to take a class over again or go into a class full of idiots.

So...yeah. Augh.

Damn the position I've put myself into! Why can't I be one of those silly people who has a strong focus on one thing rather than a broad focus on most things.

There's only one thing I /really/ don't want to take: Math. I hate it with a passion. I like Chemistry. I don't like it when I'm dead tired, but I still love it. Augh.

So yeah, I'm thinking I might go down to my car, grab everything that doesn't need to be there, and pull it into my room to be "sorted" like everything else here.

And to do my math homework. I don't remember if there's a quiz tomorrow or Monday or what...I think it's tomorrow.

Yeah, I'll stop rambling now and get on with it.

Wow - I just typed all of that supremely fast. And with minimal mistakes. Spiffy.

Spring Cleaning

2005-05-05T06:26:00.000-07:00

Ahhhhhhhh....guess what I can do!

...

Oh right, you cannae see my room through my computer. Damn. That would be spiffy. Eh. I'll take a picture eventually.

But you know what? My computer isn't even on the floor. It's not on the desk either. It's on the table I've placed in front of the picture of the piratical bunny. And there's a seat in front of it and stuffed animals surrounding it all.

And there's a tea set next to it. Well - there's two types of tea, the kettle, and a cup.

S'all good, eh?

All I have to do is finish my laundry and vacuum the floor and my two nights worth of cleaning will be done.

Oh yeah, I need to find a place to put my dvds and video tapes. Hm...

Eh, I'll think about that later.

=does a spastically happy dance rather than folding her laundry=

Oh right. You know what I should do next? Sort out my bathroom, and my car. Actually, the car should come first, considering how very, very messy it is in there. I can now say it's worse than my room. I don't think I've ever seen a room with so much space, I swear.

I could probably spin in a circle skirt and not worry about knocking anything over.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Never Was There a Story of More Woe

2005-04-29T23:20:00.000-07:00

Annie is godly.

She's spiffily-godly.

Of course, the three best performers in this one's humble opinion were those who played the Chorus, Mercutio, and the Nurse.

I liked AJ's tights. They had green shiny stuff on them.

Not that that was period, but that was still spiffy.

A lot of shiny stuff wasn't too period. Oh well. The lasses in the beginning looked like they were from the Victorian era, and the whores were the most period of the women, besides Nicole and Annie. Thank goodness you two didn't have the lacing (it's sewed on, right?) going up. Then you two too would have been whores. Heh. Yeah...Aaron's outfit was the one I had the biggest problem with for the male (since I'm going to ignore the prince) costumes, I mean, come on, the slits were placed so sloppily on his shirt thing - they looked like frickin' hobo sleeves.

Ugh.

Sorry, that's the one thing that I couldn't take my eyes off because it was terrible. XD I pushed the Victorian outfits out of my mind.

And why did Nicole have a bodice on her bosom in her nightgown? The night was when lasses could free themselves from bonds like that.

CATS

2005-04-26T22:24:00.000-07:00

I'm...in...awe...

CATS is bleedin amazing.

I can't wait to see it live onstage at the end of the year. It's gonna be so spiffy.

Jigging on a Technicality

2005-04-18T13:15:00.000-07:00

Jigging on a technicality, I went to school today.

By that, I mean: I woke up at 7, on the couch, moved up into my room, woke up at 9, told mum I didn't feel well, went back to sleep, woke up at 12:30, realized Josh didn't have my music folder and therefore he had nothing to play, called mum and told her I needed to drop it off, drove, realized my gas tank was damn near the red, went to the gas station, had too much trouble getting my car in the right spot, drove to school and dropped off the folder, then realized I was hungry and drove to Jack in the Box and finally came home.

And now I'm eating. When I'm done, I shall go back to sleep or take a shower. I'm desperately in need of either.

Ah, dios mio.

2005-04-15T01:44:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the lack of the usual spaces betwixt paragraphs. Got lazy.

I don't think I can be allowed to watch TV.
Hell...it just gets out of hand.
I have great plans for the day, but then you know what?
Phoom. There it goes. And you know what? It feels like an hour, maybe, spent on the couch.
But noooooooooo, it's a frickin' six hour doze.
No wonder I don't need sleep so often. My brain just fizzles out whenever I watch TV.
And that's another thing. Do you know how many of my plans get ruined by that insidious and absolutely appalling seducter named Morpheus? Gods, I hate Morpheus. Why does Morpheus have to be so damn awesomely alluring?
Damn my imagination, it's providing a consort for Morpheus. =twitch=
He's taunting me at this very moment. Do you realize how annoying that is? Especially when I have a stupid English bulleting board containing 150 on how much bad stuff happened in the Holocaust because Hitler was a genius when it came to moving the public to hating everyone else?
I smell my feet. I mean I smell my feet's excrements. Yeah...that dirty stuff in my shoes. I think I need to wash them again. Hm...Mayhaps I will, just for the first day of renaissance faire...and yeah. I'd not wear them so often, but I lost one of my airwalks and can't wear them now.
I bought sunglasses today. They're this slight olive green and like my blue glasses. They're spiffy because they're green and like my blue glasses. I don't know why, but I just like that shape that causes people like me to have bug eyes. It's so silly. So wonderful. And protective from the sun. Yeah. That's the best thing about it.
I bought a pack of California rolls too. Mum stole two.
I watched The Incredibles. Finally. That was so bloody amazing I want to see it again but we returned it. So yeah. Mum said Vi sounded like me. I'd take that as an insult only because she's so damn whiny in the very beginning and has no self-esteem. I don't mind being compared to her later in the movie, like after she pulls her hair back and stops trying to be invisible even when she's not using her powers. Yeah, that's all spiffy and everything. She has confidence in the end. It's spiffertastic. I like her in the end, and hell, I can't say any more than that. Finding her confidence and all that, that's a great role model for people with no self esteem. Has there ever been a super hero with no self esteem? I mean, I don't think I've ever heard of a self-esteemless super hero prior to this movie, and that was spiffy and original.
But you know, if I were any Incredible, I would be Jack-Jack, and there's no doubt about that. Really. I mean, dude...putting everyone under the belief that I have no power, and then BOOM! All of a sudden, my life is in danger one day and I go all demon-changing-baby on the kidnapper's ass.
Dude, I swear, Jack-Jack was my favorite character. I think that's sad, but oh gods, he's so cute!
I think sometimes I make myself laugh at myself a bit too hard. But honestly, I tried to find some way to connect with the other characters better...but...I found Elastigirl to be too much of a hypocrite, and I really wouldn't like to have incredible strength as my superpower if I were to be Mr. Incredible. I think Jack-Jack and Violet had the damn spiffiest powers, with ...the freezing guy whose name I'm not willing to remember at the moment and Dash in close ...third, technically. I still can't decide whether I'd rather be a shape-changer or the ability to go invisible on a whim with the ability to create an uber-strong forcefield.
I don't remember if I actually wanted to say anything here. I'm just going from thought to thought so I can continue procrastinating and hating damnable Morpheus. If you'd like, look him up in a mythology book. No, I won't tell you what pantheon to look under. And no, I don't mean the bloody Matrix.
There are two sunglasses lying next to me. The color-changing ones with a silverish rim, and the olive green ones with the black outline. They're just so spiffy. And to my right is my spiffy backpack from Spain.
I figured out what makes me cry today. It's a completely selfish reason, really. I hate being helpless. I hate it when others are helpless. I hate it when others put me in a state of helplessness because of their inability to change. And I hate crying, it does nothing for me, just makes me feel silly. Sure, it can be good for every other toddler, but I just don't cry. It makes me feel even more helpless, that's probably why.
Crying only did so much when I was younger. It made people tiptoe. I hated it. Crying was my way of speaking when I was a wee thing, but then I learned words and they became the best of friends. And I didn't cry so often, and when I did, it was silent. It made me, in my mind, seem less of someone to listen to. And this was in arguments with my father. I sharpened my wit on a rough stone when I was a wee one. My father always drove me to tears. I don't know why. It was a mix between the fact that he was so powerful, because he could keep us against our will for the entire weekend, and then we could finally sleep. That, and the fact that he was seemingly helpless too. He couldn't walk. He could barely move his arms. And yet his words were so powerful. I wanted powerful words too. I wanted words that my father would listen to, but no matter how loud I yelled he'd still overpower me. So I had to learn more, so that we both would be proud and so I would be a better competitor in the ring of words.
I've never had a strong throat. At this very moment, it hurts like hell. I mean, Jesus! Frickin, Christ! It fucking hurts!
Oh yeah, swears. You see, when I was smaller, I was more intelligent in the respect that I saw what the cuss words did to people. It angered them to no end. Not only that, but sometimes swears were the only thing they could grab at.
Hell, it did nothing for their eloquence. So I spent my younger years completely ignoring the use of swears.
But you know what? High school changed that. I don't know why, but there's this ambiance the words have in high school. There's this sense that they mean positively nothing, and this sense that they could mean the world.
Why is it that if a friend says this to you, it's alright, but if a stranger says it, it's not all right?
You dress slutty? Do you mind if I call you a slut? Do you mind that your friends call you a slut? Do you mind if I do it in jest, and so do they? Well, what if I do it in jest and not they? No one should be keen on them. For some reason, people call their friends these awful things. Why? Why the hell would you like to mock your own friend with these words if you can't hear them from other people?
My gods, you /know/ what I do when I get called something. I laugh. No matter who calls me what, I laugh. I can't help it. It's funny. It's really funny, especially when it's not true.
Hehehehe, I'm so sorry, I'm laughing myself to tears right now. I just remembered the time I was walking in the hall with my biker jacket on and someone sniggered and called me emo. I merely smiled and waited until I got away from them to laugh uproariously. Gods, I should have just laughed then and there, but I think my brain was still busy computing the fact that yes, someone had just "insulted" me by calling me "emo" whilst I wore a biker jacket.
Damn, that's gonna live with me forever. You know why? It's probably the only time in my entire life I have ever been ridiculed by a complete stranger in front of my face.
And god damn, that was funny as hell. I love emo people by the way. You're all so horribly self-esteemless, but it's only caused by those who have even less self-esteem. It's just a huge cycle. And damn, I find it funny.
Now, I think I've run out of random things to say.
Nope, nevermind.
You've all seen my various jackets, of course. Aren't they splendid? I like the blue one with the silver clasps. That one, and the green-blue plaid one are my favorites. Oh yeah, let's not forget the biker jacket. Unfortunately, I haven't worn that in a while. I'd wear it to the ren faire, but I'm sure it's not period.
I can still catch a whiff of my shoes every now and then. It's rather disturbing.
There's a Charlie Chaplin DVD sitting on my towel.
You know, I think one of these days I'm going to remember to stick a towel in my car. And then I'm going to search around for good tastes to dip it in in case of emergency.
The Nightmare Before Christmas is sitting underneath my shoe. I was going to stick it in the DVD player (which is about a foot and a half to my left), but I was too lazy.
After I watched the Incredibles, I watched Closer. Or...part of it. I think about 45 minutes into the movie I said to Mum, "Were you aware of the incredible amount of sex in this movie?" and she said "no..." and Josh said, "You said it was good!" "No, she did!" ah, yes, I love it when I get accused by Mum. Makes me feel all warm and cozy inside.
"Well excuse me for hearing from unreliable horny sources that it was a good movie."
Of course, I didn't say that, but wouldn't it have been simply brilliant if I did?
I did, however, find the cyber sex the most ingeniously funny thing throughout the whole movie I saw. Yeah, that, and the fact that it was a horrible trick he played on Anna.
Now, one more thing, is that from England? Because all I'm seeing coming out of the UK recently that makes it to America is sex comedy. Or something. I mean, the entire bloody movies are based around getting into someone else's pants.
My head itches. Oh yeah, I wanted to take a shower. Blasted TV.
Oh, before we watched Closer, we watched Breaking Vegas. I like that show. It shows geniuses of Chance. I've seen the Card Count King and the Slot Machine...guy...Roy...something or other. Notorious and all that.
Ah, then, for 15 minutes, I was somehow so glued to the TV they got me watching the OC. Somewhere in between 15 and 20 minutes I realized what they had done and decided to get a bite to eat. So I did. I got sushi and deodorant and Dr. Pepper and sunglasses and the sandwich/potato salad/chips combo.
Don't you just love that I didn't separate that into clothing, body products, and food?
Why is it that everyone still tiptoes when I cry? I'm not bloody invincible. I am, after all female, and Ian was probably right that the fact that my time of the month is coming up is probably part of the reason I was slightly more vulnerable today. Not that Ian knew my moontime was coming up. He was just being Ian and trying to make a joke. Ah, how I wish I'd thanked him more thoroughly for that. Laughter is my fricking medicine, not hugs and such. Human contact does little for me, and I don't know why. I guess that's what made me asexual. All I have to say is Robert gives nice hugs. Then again, maybe he brainwashed me into saying that because his sweatshirt was covering my nose or maybe I said that because my nose decided to let loose on his sweatshirt and now that I think about that, I should have bent over laughing right there, saying there's snot anything on his sweatshirt. Snot now. Back to the moontime. I was expecting it last Saturday, but I think I miscounted the days since Ren faire started rehearsals. It'll probably be this first week of fair. Oh joy. I get to go to faire during moontime. That'll be splendid.
And yet I was so damn chipper ever since last Saturday. Do most people have a 7 day PMS? I certainly know that most people don't have the type of chipper PMS I have, but still.
My pillow smells weird. I don't know how to describe it.
My feet are cold. My feet are always cold. So's the rest of my body. If my body were ever really warm, I think I would bloat and pop and then I would be a balloon full of water. So I wouldn't get to float and I'd get pissed off and demand to see my lawyer, and tell him to sue God for not allowing me to produce helium from the inside of my body and for not letting me expell everything else cluttering up my innards.
I like my green shoes. They're spiffy. I think I've probably overworn them.
But I'll tell you what I haven't overworn. These earrings. They're the blue ones within the ....silverish diamond shapes. I like them. I think they may be spiffier than my shoes and I shall ask Frita if I may wear them during faire because they are, after all, sweat pea colorings.
I really wish I didn't have so much school. As much as I love it, I wish I didn't have chem. I like the mathematical part of chem. I like the fact that you can actually use the mathematics in chemistry. I hate Algebra because it's all senseless equations that get you nowhere except to the sciences where you get to compute things all day. I hate science because you have to run tests over and over and over again.
I don't know if anyone has ever noticed, but I really don't ever check myself. I have checked myself once in the last year. Pissibly twice. Not too sure 'bout that, but if I continue dillydallying like I do, I'll never need to be sure. Anyways, I think I have an F in Chemistry. That's not good. That means that I don't get better car insurance. That's bothersome. Because I have an F, that's really not good in the first place. I think I have a D in Algebra, and I really don't know a bleedin' rat's ass what my grade in English is. I hope its just as damnably surprising as my grade in spanish. I should keep up what I'm doing in spanish. Apparently it's working. I have an A. Seriously, I had to check Chessie about five times for that. Pissibly 10. But yeah, I check what I do in Spanish. I don't know why, but most of the time I do. That is, when I have a clear head. Okay, so maybe not most of the time, but pretty damn often. I know in Spanish I'm prone to making awful mistakes and for how Mr. Houghton corrects things, one tiny mistake could mean one hundred points, and my brain doesn't like to lose recognition. Somehow, the first test I ever took in his class I recieved a perfect papel. I have no clue how that happened.
Now, chemistry. I love chemistry. Chemistry is wonderful. I love watching reactions, and I don't mind doing the experiments. I've decided it's the actual writing up the god damn lab that I can't do. It's screwed me over too, because a lot of what we do is the god forsaken lab write-ups. I barely even remember how to do them, and that's disturbing to me especially when I want to actually do one. Mr. O is a wonderful teacher and really entertaining. I love MCWeb. I really do. It's so fun. I like knowing if I'm learning things or not. I hate the fact, however, that when I go to take tests I apparently forget a hell of a lot I learned. I think I may have to start listening to music in his class or something because I think the one day I brought my iPod to school, I did better. Unfortunately, I no longer have a frickin' iPod because nobody told me that if you run the battery til it dies, it will die for good. And you know what? I wasn't even aware of the awful amount I drained it to. It's not like it beeped in pain or anything. I can't help it if I killed Erik unintentionally. I hope Jack will be more durable. Yes, I've already named my next iPod. With a name like Jack, it's gotta be strong. And if Jack dies, then I shall buy a Frederick. And hell, if Frederick goes then all that's left is Jimmy. I don't want to have to rely on a Jimmy.
I like the roses I have in my room. They're the most beautiful roses I've ever seen. And you know what? They're completely fake. Take that, Mother Nature. The Power is Yours.
My brother is learning the words to the Macarena. He's already learned the words to the Captain Planet theme, and he'll just play the Transformers theme song annoyingly and randomly.
Annie is a witness to my plan for the betterment of my life. I think it will have to include an hour for TV and computer time. I can't waste any more time for that. I think I'll pull an Alicia and see how much free time I have, given that I fall asleep at 1 or two each night, depending.
Mondays - Sleep til 8, wake up to alarm clock, remember it's monday, go back to sleep for hour and 10 minutes. Go to school at 9:15-21 and stay there til three. PAL at 5, til 6. Given that all is good, I am home doing nothing until 12 or 2 AM depending how hectic the weekend was.Total hours of free time: 8 - 10 hours
Tuesdays - Sleep til eight, accidentally sleep in til 8:10-15 and rush to the car. Drive to school and stay there 'til 5. If Alex comes over, she's there til nine. I would fall asleep at 1 or 2.Total hours of free time: 8-9 hours on a non-Alex day, 4-5 on an Alex day.
Wednesdays - Wake up at 8, make it to school by 8:30, stay til 2:40 or 3. Go home, all is well. On this day, I'm likely to fall asleep at 4 and wake up at 11. On a lucky day, I'll still be awake and fall asleep at 11.Total hours of free time: 2 hours on a nap day, 8 hours on a lucky day
Thursdays - Same as Tuesday with the same threat of naptime that Wednesday holds. Hours for naptime on Thursdays is 6 or 7 without fail and will last til the next morning. The morning of the Thursday is tackled by a restless Krist up from 12 til 4 or 6.Total hours of free time: 5-7 hours, because naps seem to be inevitable on Thursdays.
Fridays - Same as Wednesday, naps only taken if no nappage has been nabbed prior and no prior engagements are arranged. Estimated time of sleepage: 11 PM.Total hours of free time: 2 hours on a nap day, 8 hours on a lucky day
Saturdays - Given that the Ren faire is impending, wake up at 6 or 7, depending, and does hair. No free time really alloted betwixt then and driving to faire. At faire til 6, at least. Drive home estimated to be between 30 minutes and one hour. Food required by that time, so that leave this one with seven. Krist is pooped, and will sleep between ten and eleven.Total hours of free time: 3-4 hours
Sundays - Yeah, same as Saturday. Possibility of a ren faire high which will keep up Krist into the next day.Total hours of free time: 3-9 hours
Taking the lowest free time scores, Krist has 27 hours of free time during a week containing 168 hours. 16% of Krist's week is spent with free time...all of which is wasted with internet rambling and TV.

The Pixy's Wings

2005-04-11T22:43:00.000-07:00

Ah, there was a time, there was a long time when a little girl felt as if she once could fly, but someone clipped her wings.

She flapped her wings very often. Unfortunately she could never fly like this. Her wings were no longer set for flight.

Days passed, and finally, after years of waiting, she came close to flying. She found someone who put a harness on her and let her jump from high places to feel as if she was floating.

But gravity, and the harness, were to restrictive for her.

Eventually, her wings began to frighten her, as they hurt. But then, one day, they stopped hurting.

She would hang from trees, anything, really, that would make her feel weightless.

And one day, it possessed her to jump without a restraint.

And then the girl could fly again.

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I like today. Today is fabulous. Today, Krist feels accomplished. Today, Krist went first to Albertsons, being that she felt hungry. And then she thought, "hey, you know, I said I'd start working on props for Dara, I should get supplies" and so she went to Staples. After buying some of the supplies, Krist determined that she would need paint as well, and found that Staples had horrid paints. So Krist called her mum and asked her how to get to Michael's.

And you know what?

Krist made it. And then Krist took a different route on her way home. It was splendiferously divine. She then, remembering that the library was on the way home, decided to go there.

And there, she got A Clockwork Orange. Yes, Annie, I did. Now I'll read about all the old in-out, in-outness. Rather than having to see it. So much better.

And then, I came home. And then I found my bloomers and chemise finally made it. Ah, lovely. I wouldn't have to run about in modern day knickers for the first days of faire.

And then I attempted to construct the control panel with two hands. And found that two hands and double sided scotch tape made for a poor effort. So I called the tape wench and had her come over to work on it. Then we found out that scotch tape and four hands doesn't do much good either. So, then we desperately searched for duct tape. And found it. And thus, control panel #1 was created. Originally intended for the use of Annie, we decided that it would be better off that the first one we made went toward the boy in space. Because, well, the one down below should look better and we certainly couldn't do entirely well with the first attempt.

But damn, it turned out spiffy. I'm bringing it in tomorrow. And tomorrow, we begin on number two. It's going to be wonderful.

And then I helped tape wench finish her silly algebra (1) homework. And watched Whose Line...? And it was fun.

And then tape wench went home.

And then Mum and I ran errands.

And I still have this high of independence and accomplishment.

And I talked to my Daddy. And that was nice.

Come Join the Fun

2005-04-10T23:34:00.000-07:00

The Original Renaissance
Faire Saturdays & Sundays
April 16 - May 22, 2005
10:00 AM - 6:00 PM
Santa Fe Dam Recreation Area

Victory!

2005-03-30T16:46:00.000-08:00

Guess who passed her driver's license test.

:-D

This is what I got to celebrate:

A dinner at the Chart House

And the following books:

The Jungle by Upton SinclairFarenheit 451 by Bradbury (because for some reason I don't already have it)Moll Flanders by Daniel DefoeThe Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams1421: The Year China Discovered America by Gavin MenziesThe 80 Greatest Conspiracies of All Time by Jonathan Vankin and John Whalenand two other books by Douglas Adams

Krist VS the California State Driving Test Round 2

2005-03-29T21:11:00.000-08:00

Krist is up for round two on getting her driver's license tomorrow.

With luck, she'll pass. Especially since she can drive with amazing ease.

Somehow she still feels she cannot pass the blasted test. Boo hoo.

2005-03-26T21:10:00.000-08:00

Well, I'm just returning from the beauteous edificio called the Chart House.

My gods, my fandom of that restaurant will never end. I swear, I need to become rich and famous just to eat there every day....Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...I ate a magnificent artichoke for the first time in a year. It was out of season every time I went there since ILC. My gods, I nearly forgot how amazing those artichokes were. Gods... And then I tried some of Mum's spicy yellow ahi, and gods, that was magnificent, perfectly cooked and everything. And Duane was with us, and he got Mahi-Mahi. Let me tell you, that stuff is fantastic. Hell, I loved both of their dishes and had I not felt I was going to burst with the splendor of good food, I would have wanted their dishes. I got a baked potato, steamed asparagus, and an artichoke. And of course, I ate the dark bread they had, both of them, as always, because that stuff is godly.

Anyways, I bet you're wondering how today for the ren faire went.

Well, I went to the faire, and I decided to take "A Commoner's Life" and I ran into one of the little fae. She the spiffy me-like one. And that was very fun, because we talked about all sides of being a commoner. Then I decided to take Elizabethan Underworld after that, since I wanted to take that class, and decided to take that then instead of in two weeks, since the little lassie wanted to take it too.

Now, I have to say, I loved that class. It talked about some of my favorite subjects: torture, thieves, actors, whores, and the law. There's a book they don't sell in the Americas called "Elizabethan Underworld." You know I want it.

Then we had lunch, and I bought that from St. Cuthbert's since I forgot mine.

Then we went over and took "Props, 1001 ways to use a..." Now, that class is great. It's as wonderful as Richard and Shelby's improv class was.

After that came the faery rehearsal. It wasn't a rehearsal really, since it was fitting for costumes, and what we'd do with our hair and all.

And you know what? Okay, the costumes - after we pick a color - decide the name of our flower. And I got the blue one, because the lassie who was going to wear that Frita decided would be another brownie instead. So my name is now "Sweet Pea". Now, of all the people who runs around being cute and innocent, it's me.

And I'm so much better at being evil. =sniff= Anyways, I'll deal with it and be happy and cheery and just scream in the car on my way home every day. You know I'm exaggerating, but it's fun to do that. I do get to randomly be bratty, though. That'll be fun.

But the worse thing: I have to put my hair in ringlets. =twitch= I hate ringlets. They're so "look at me, I'm innocent!" =twitchspasmcoughdie=

Anyways, I have nothing else to say really. Oh right! I got a strong B on my in-class essay. Apparently I'm getting better at tailoring my writing to the standards of Miss Lammers. Lovely. I'm hoping this brings up my grade a bunch. I mean, dude, an A and then a B should, right? Yeah...and I'm hoping I didn't do too horribly on the stupid little discussion we had. I didn't need that...I was completely shut down for the week. I mean, dude, the day before spring break? That's awful. Not only that, but not everyone was subject to that. And I really did know stuff and how to relate it, but that day my brain just shut down. And it's still down. It'll wake up next week, but dude, it knew a vacation was coming, and it's been waiting for a time to just write and write and write. Augh! I cannot thing of distressing things like that. I really can't. Especially since my opinion on the matter is that you can't stop them from fighting. The only way I can see tolerance becoming big is if the dictators see that they can gain so much power from tolerance. I mean, dude, look at America! Powerful? Yes. Tolerant? Pretty much... I mean, there are people who aren't. Like Bush. But still, we're pretty frickin' tolerant. I'm just happy that Bush isn't trying for too much of a dictatorship by killing everyone who disagrees with him. I mean, dude, where else could we feel so strongly (one way or another) about our leader, and so openly? This is why I love America. What I hate is that you're stuck for four years unless they do something really wrong.

Now, the fact that Bush is a prissy little rich kid who never fought a war should get him impeached. It should be a requirement of any president starting a war to have fought himself. Gods...

Anyways, I'll shut up, because I need to go dispose of some demons and probably sleep too. I get to prepare to eat dinner with my Republican grandmother tomorrow. Woopdeedoo.

I really do love the woman. She's just... so Republican.

Come one, come all!

2005-03-21T18:56:00.000-08:00

Come to the band concert tomorrow!

Who: You, people, and the folks onstage (drumline, jazz big band, jazz lab band, and wind ensemble)

What: You're not this dull, are you?

When: 7:00 PM

Where: The auditorium at HBHS

Why: Because I love you

Faery of the Renaissance

2005-03-20T22:43:00.000-08:00

I bet you're all wondering (because I'm going to forget this all) how today went?
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell...First I'll go with yesterday.

Yesterday I drove to the ren faire (and to duane's random relation's house, and yeah...I did 80 miles of driving in all), and mum escorted me about and all that. So, I attended the orientation, then I found a class (Elizabethan language), and joined, to get that requirement out of the way.

Anytime I wasn't in a class, I was frantically searching for the Dance of the Macabre, the Fools Guild, or the Dominatori Della Commedia.

Which did I find yesterday? None.

So we eventually gave up (it was freezing and raining) and went to Duane's random relation's house. I fell asleep to Queen and beautiful dreams. Mind you, the dreams came before the sleep.

And then Mum drove home.

And today, I woke up and drove to the ren faire. Mum stayed a bit, got me food, and then left me to my improv class.

And man, improv is hella fun. Anyways, that took up two periods. After it was over, I walked in hopes of finding somebody, anybody, who knew where the Dance of the Macabre or the Fools Guild was (I decided I didn't want to don an Italian accent). I ran into St. Cuthbert's guild, and thought if nothing else I'd join them. And then...I found, by some stroke of extraordinary luck, the Dance of the Macabre. They told me that after I'd visited the Fools and whatnot I could come back and stuff. They said they do the...=blink= Least? Most?...cripes, one of those two.

Anyways, as I headed to the Fools Guild, I heard someone cry, "Hey! I like your jacket, where'd you get it?"

Ah...My jacket. You can't imagine how many damn compliments on this good ol' piece of cloth I get. =snughugs the jacket= Anyways, my reply as usual, "My mom...I don't know where she got it."

I should come up with something new, eh?

"Ooh, I like your pants, too," came a young male's voice (for anyone wondering, 15).

"Oh, and your boots! I love your boots!" came another female voice. "I have your boots! Isn't that great! I have those boots!"

And barraged with compliments, Krist just stood there, thanking them.

"Hey, are you underage?" asked the first girl.

"Eh? Yes."

"Well, do you want to be a faery?"

"Sure!"

"Cause you've got the look, you're underage, and you have cool clothes. You'd be perfect."

"Thank you."

And that, my friends, is how I came to try out for the faeries.

I then attended the language class again (did I mention that I missed the first bit yesterday? So I didn't mind taking it again.). And of course the instructor recognized me. >.<

Then we went to the Fools Stage to try out, but no one was there, so we went to the Main Stage, and they told us to go back over to the Fools Stage, cause they were just running late. So we did.

And then I had the damndest amount of fun there, too. I mean, when the auditions started.

Man, if the faire is gonna be that times a zillion, I'll have a heart attack of happiness.

Anyways, all the fae got in except for one, because she was just barely too young. She was the sister of the first girl I spoke of, Ariel.

Augh! I can remember her name, and Matt's (the scot boy), but can't for the life of me remember the name of the girl who was constantly making out with him...pah. Did it start with an M? Melissa?...damn, I don't remember.

Regardless, after that, I drove us to Aunt Cyndee's. And then I drove home. And I ate bad cake.

But I'm still happy.

Time to do my homework.

Bliss

2005-03-13T22:31:00.000-08:00

Well. I rather liked this weekend.

On Friday, in a bit of a (not-so-)drunken stupor, I slept, and woke up randomly, and then on Saturday I woke up after Chessie arrived to take me to art. I was a bit dead. We decided to keep up with our last-few-weeks-tradition of spending our Saturdays with eachother. So during art I suggested going to the Irish faire. But...by the time we got ready after art, we couldn't go. So we decided to go to Disneyland, that night, and the Irish faire today. Disneyland was awesome. We stayed there past closing, and we were the last on the Haunted Mansion and second to last on Pirates of the Caribbean. We even got our own frickin' boat, man!

Then to make things easier, Chessie slept over. We played the Pirates of the Caribbean Game of Life in the morning after finding out it was a bit too noisy to play during the night (the spinner is really loud).

Oh, and I dressed as a pirate at Disney. It was great. I love it when the parents point out to their kids in their little childish voices "Oh look, honey, it's a pirate!" and...yeah...It's great. And some random goth-punk-emo-whatever people asked me, "Hey, are you a cast member?" "Uh, no, I just dress in pirate clothes for fun." And I almost said that sarcastically to cause doubt. Heh heh heh...

Anyways, I got awesome stuff at the faire. Seriously. The shoes, the tin whistle, the cloak, it's all spifftacular. And I recognized all the songs they played at the faire. And I froze (it was cold). It was great.

I can't wait til the ren faire. Dude.

The Profound Pirate

2005-03-07T23:10:00.000-08:00

And yet another name is the title of the site.

Why do I keep changing it?

Don't know.

But now we have the pyratical bunny who dons my wall at the header of my blog.

Life is good.

Oh yeah.

(("You wish you were my hand, don't you?"))

This calls for a sexy party!

Frailty

2005-03-07T14:46:00.002-08:00

Ugh. Being sick sucks.

I have now missed two days of school because I was sick.

Coincidentally, they weren't in a row.

I feel much worse than I did Thursday. I used up three tissue boxes. =twitch=

I feel like I'm going to vomit and I can't let that happen. My throat can't take vomitting. Gyar.

I'm going to force myself to go to PAL...I need to go to it. Who knows if I'll actually need to miss a class in the future?

Mleeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.

Overheating, stomach churning, throat burning.

To give you an idea of just how sick I am, I'm actually taking pills. I hate taking pills, and for once I am. =twitchtwitchspasmcoughsneezecoughspasmdie=

Apocalypse Now

2005-02-28T05:05:00.000-08:00

Well. I've decided that my wonderous script is either lost to the land of no return, or it's somewhere in the area closest to the love sac.

Because of this, I'm thinking of rearranging my room. But after all the crap I've already done to remove clutter, I really don't want to do any more.

My bloody back hurts.

All my musical CDs that I ran into are in a CD case...all the trash I could find is in the trash can or outside my room in a plastic bag filled to the point where I'm afraid it's going to break if I move it...the musical stuffs - near eachother...my DVDs are stacked on top of eachother...the majority of the books that were previously on the floor are now on the bookshelves...

And the greatest feat of all - most of the clothing has been washed and put in a drawer. I have 1.5 loads to finish - meaning there's one load in the washer and one in the dryer, and then I shall be caught up on my laundry for the first time since I started doing my own laundry (and probably even before that - considering I rarely remembered to throw my laundry in the laundry room).

And now I'm going to do the final sprint - looking around the damnable love sac. Ugh...this means lifting the damn 75-pound fluff over and over and over until there's nothing left.

Gods help me.

And for the love of humanity, please, somebody give me BAB.

A bit of an analogy from a profound onologer

2005-02-23T21:32:00.000-08:00

Now, before I forget, I shall say this:

We have done to democracy what Stalin did to communism. Atleast, it's the general gist of it. If you want to see a true democracy, read the Once and Future King's section about Robin Wood. And it's got women's rights. Boo yah.

================================================

http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article4847.htm

If any of you have 52 minutes to spare, watch that.

"Isn't there a problem for us in the west of honesty, about the reason for going to war in Iraq, and that was weapons of mass destruction?"

"No, I don't think that was a lie. We went to war, in large part, because of the concern that weapons of mass destruction in the hands of the Saddam Hussein regime. A regime that used such weapons - in particular, nerve gas -"

"Was supplied by the United States and Britain, with particular these weapons of mass destruction."

"No, no, I don't believe that's accurate."

"Well, yes they were, most of the weapons of mass destruction from Saddam Hussein weren't built by him, the machine tools and the ingredients for his biological weapons, they all came from other countries. Many of them - from this country, and Britain."

"No I don't think that's right. I think, I really think, that the -"

"The atomic record..."

"Well..."

"The Library of Congress..."

"Uh...I, I...think the...I really think the premise of your question is wrong."

"Why is it wrong dictators and terrorists to kill innocent civilians...and right, or excusable, for the United States to do exactly the same?"

"Well, the United States doesn't do it, and if we did do it, it would be as reprehensible as what the terrorists did"

"...the...the United States /doesn't/ kill innocent civilians?..."

"Uh...no...the United States does not target civilians."

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Edit: 10 PM

Just a highlight of the midsection. As of 10 PM, it's been updated. And there's more like that. I just decided I would have more fun listening than writing it all down.

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Don't worry Annie, I've only wasted 40 minutes so far. I still have 12 minutes to go, once it loads up again.

Phlegm: I've got a bit too much of it, don't you think?

2005-02-23T15:20:00.000-08:00

Eh, so I decided to forgive my horribly untrained body for not waking itself up at a time when I could begin to make up my English crap at the drop of a hat.

So, I now get to rush to finish it because I have to write it and email it to Miss Lammers...

Well, now to write it. I think I could have done this, if I /hadn't/ woken up at exactly 8 o'clock. Gr...And then, Gods...

I was silly today. I got all my stuff, I was going to make it to school on time, no worries. Halfway there, I realized I forgot my clarinet. Then I told Grandma to get it and put it in my locker. Then I debated that wouldn't be the best course of action, as she'd probably not grab my music and kill herself trying to get through my room. So, as we were in that large mass of cars to get so we could turn about, it took the 10 other minutes to get through all that and finally head back home. I grabbed my clarinet, debated asking Grandma if I could stay an extra 15 minutes, decided against it, and went back to school.

So, in math I managed to go through a make-up test (we were practicing our uber-math skills, yoness) backwards. That's right. Backwards. You see, for some reason, he put test A and test B both in the packet of tests he gave us. I happened to be looking at test A. And I went through the entire thing. And then I realized he wanted us to do test B. So I spent the next couple of minutes matching my test A answers to the test B answers, since the problems were the same, just in different orders, and the answers were different on behalf of the lettering.

Then came English. And some idiot smoked up the boys' bathroom. And then later I found out Mikey was taken out of his class by security cause the idiots who smoked up the bathroom (causing the alarm to go off) had a trenchcoat similar to Mikey's. =sigh=

And so now that I'm done expressing the day, I shall really do my English. Yeah.

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5:35 PM - there, now tis done.

Betrayed

2005-02-23T08:05:00.000-08:00

Noooooo! My body betrayed me! My alarm clock betrayed me! Blast it!

I seem to have fallen asleep before I could set my alarm clock again.

Crap. Now I don't have enough time to bullshit an essay.

I know! I'll write it during math, type it up, and then print it out during lunch and turn it in late.

Thank the gods for english teachers (cause they accept late stuffs). ((Right?))

Posting from Spanish

2005-02-22T14:34:00.000-08:00

Oh wow, this rocks. I got internet connection in Spanish. Unfortunately, however, certain sites seem to be restricted. Need to figure out how to hack around that. Damn the school internet.

But still, this is pretty cool. I'm in my Spanish class typing away on my laptop. Go me.

=jig=

Yeah, I had to brag somewhere. Usually this would be on xanga, but....that's blocked. So I came here. Psycho nuts.

Greased Lightning

2005-02-20T20:13:00.000-08:00

Wee, I've been with Gramma all day. This weekend has been dedicated to one person each day. How odd. Yesterday I was with Chessie all day and ran into Alicia and all that.

Anyways, so, I saw Grease, and I went dressed as a greaser. Go me. And then we went to dinner at an absolutely superb italian restaurant that beats out Olive Garden any day, in my opinion. Then...We finally came home. I stuffed myself at that restaurant.

Anyways, in the in between times, I started writing an outline of EfaE for the heck of it. I mean, to turn into a screenplay. Cause last night I kept getting inspiration for the backstory of EfaE to be one movie and then the current story of EfaE to turn into the rest of it. Though I could merge the two easily enough.

Anyways, I'll probably put the scene outline here...in the future...but for now, I shall go write....and such and such...and read Story, and of course, tomorrow I shall do all my homework.

Ah, el fin de la semana, mi amor!

2005-02-19T00:20:00.000-08:00

You know, this is the first weekend I have ever been so looking forward toward. Seriously. =sigh=

Yeah, that's all.

Since this was a cornerstone, thought I should say something.

2005-02-18T03:10:00.000-08:00

Life is mocking Krist.

First, Krist realizes that she needs to find BAB in order to submit it for the festival. So she goes about searching her laptop, and the regular computer even, for any bit of the file. Apparently Krist forgot to save it to either of those computers, or someone deleted them. So, Krist searched for the one thing she /knew/ she had, a hard copy.

And in her search, Krist found a little over a hundred dollars. To which, she paid only laughing attention to, stuffed into her sidekick case, and continued to search frantically for her precious play.

And so eventually Krist cracked and started speaking in the third person.

And Krist wants to skip school tomorrow to search and clean her room.

Unfortunately, Krist just knows that something is going to happen tomorrow, and that, unfortunately, is going to drive Krist insane if she knows that she missed the last day of the week.

Krist doesn't think she can have people over any day of the week aside from a weekend.

Krist feels that it gets her to the point where she's too relaxed about everything, and does nothing, focusing completely on her guest and then using it later as an excuse for having accomplished nothing for the day.

And not only that, but every Tuesday and Thursday Krist screws up her sleep schedule by not realizing she gets home at 5:15-5:30 and thinking she still has =pauses to count on fingers= three extra hours to do stuff, she then gets on a hyper streak and proceeds to staying up to ungodly hours such as this, doing absolutely nothing, only pondering accomplishing something.

The only thing Krist did today was entertain Alexiel 'til 8:30 and research random colleges and crap for no particular reason.

By the way, did you all know there was a scholarship fund for tall people? Women over 5'8 and I forget how tall the men need be. I think that's worse than racism. Dammit! Equal rights for people at average and less than average height! Revolt!

Rargh!

Hey! I started talking in first person again. Yippee.

Huh...I should go and read Once and Future King now...and all...and I should do my math homework...since I'm going to force myself to either stay awake all night in the thought of doing homework, or damn well try to get some sleep and do my homework.

A day in the life of Duke Frederick of Vino-Dulche

2005-02-16T15:11:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning at the crack of dawn, as usual. I then proceeded to get dressed and headed down to the great hall to eat breakfast at 6:45. We had roasted chicken and vegetable soup. I didn’t have much of an appetite, however, due to the fact that I found a cockroach in my soup. I was appalled to find such a large creature in my soup and demanded the cook give me a plausible reason. Of course, he couldn’t, and just stood there stuttering, so I sentenced him to indefinite torture and went on with breakfast, eating around the cockroach. Eventually I got hungry enough so that I finally ate the cockroach. The cook was still sentenced, however, and rightfully so, after attempting to poison his lord. And I’m under the full belief that it was poisoned, but the greatness of my being overcame the power of the poison.
After breakfast, I walked with my lady for half an hour, which was spent in practical silence, as usual, since I am not to be bothered when I have just woken up.
Then we held the daily counsel. There we talked over many things, with my closest knights, my scholars, and my clergymen.
“Let the meeting begin,” one of the scholars announced.
“Now, then, on my first point of order, I would like to address the point of allegiance in this kingdom. I am the lord of this castle, am I not?”
“Aye, sire,” one of the clergy mumbled idly.
“And it is my understanding that not everyone gives me the respect I, of all people, deserve. Now, I say that we put a higher tax and demand that every Wednesday there be a congregation in my honor.”
“Sire, your subjects cannot work in the field to make your money if you take an entire day of work every day from them.”
“They should work harder, then!”
“Sire, they will not be happy about this.”
“So? It is my happiness that I care about!”
“Yes sire.”
“Now then, onto next order of business…” I started. I mindlessly went on with the next points, and I still fumed over this insolent clergyman. How could he speak against I, the Duke Frederick? It was intolerable. I should punish the man. I would have to find another reason later in the day to do so. And a tactical way as not to have God mad at me. Maybe if I accused him of teaching heresy, as God knows, the man teaches anything but the true ideal of Christianity. And in Latin. He teaches the subjects things they can’t even understand, in Latin! The only problem I have with it is that he goes off into random tangents in Latin, that I can understand. It’s awful. I really should have the man put to death.
Unfortunately, my thoughts were interrupted as Sir Robert of Dreikland burst into the room, with a silly look upon his face, and in the middle of me going on about something important, the knight burst out, "My liege - your son, the heir - "
"Yes, our son is our heir. Stop reiterating yourself and get on with it. You waste our time."
"My liege - Sir Humperdink is dead."
"What?!"
"In the war, sire, he was struck down. There was a long chase - and for the impediment of the armor, sir, it took longer than it should have for them to kill him off. Although, the heir, my liege, he was incredibly quick in his armor, for the others were not so weighted. I saw it all, my liege, and I tried to help him, but I couldn't, for the men of Davanshire attacked us all form all sides. I was willing to risk my own life for the heir, surely, but I could not break the fight betwixt myself and four or five men of our enemy. Though, I did see your son, out of the corner of my eye, truly, and I did try my hardest to break away - "
"Get on with it, I've heard your silly dallyings enough."
"Well, sire, he had three men on him, all of which were lightly armored and therefore much more agile than he. They kept advancing on him, despite him fighting back with all his worth against them, trying to use his weighty armor as an advantage, but in the end it was hopeless. They backed him to the edge of the cliff, and finally, I was able to break away. I ran at the men surrounding the heir, and managed to slice down two. Sir Humperdink managed to get in a great swing and the last man flew off the edge of the cliff. Unfortunately, sire, it was then that the heir tripped on a vine lying along the ground, stumbled about 'til he managed to run into a tree, hitting his head, and there fell back, down the side of the cliff, to land in the river within the ravine. Sire, it was awful. He fought to the very last, though in the end it wasn't fighting that killed him."
"My son died from falling off a cliff, after receiving a head wound?"
It was then that I sat down. This - of all the things I had endured in my life - was unbearable. Who was supposed to carry the lineage?
"Leave me, good knight, you have served your kingdom well, and I shall reward you in due time, but first, leave us. We must find a way to fix this state of affairs."
"Yes, my liege."
The knight left us then. He was such a silly fool. If he weren’t such a good friend of my son, I would have lowered his rank far sooner. Unfortunately, he had the intelligence to make friends in high places.
Oh, how that knight could enrage me. Now all I needed to do was find the perfect end for that dreadful knight. Maybe I could stick him with the cook. Then again, I may as well wait until this folly with my son is over and his death and funeral are all settled. Why did he have to die? It’s just like him – to die so selfishly and suddenly. He could have at the least waited until we had another boy. Then again, he’s so typical, it just might be better that he died already and got that part over with before the kingdom had to suffer from his rule.
After the knight left, we went on to figure out what to do now that we had a funeral to plan and politics to arrange. We’d actually have to be tactical now, since it was a frightening possibility that my subjects would revolt with no heir. Of course, they should have faith in their Duke, but of course, they are all leeches that latch onto the richest in their area and as soon as they deprive him of his resources, they switch to someone else.
Anyway, the meeting ended with half an hour to lunch, and I spent this time to consult with my dungeon master on what he would do with the cook. He ensured me he would make sure to torture the cook in every way he knew how. He even made a mention of using cooking tools as an ironic touch. That man is a genius, I swear.
After consulting with him, I proceeded to the Hall once again to eat lunch. My Lady was already there, and we spoke with each other of our son’s death. My Lady was hysterical over the whole thing the entire day. She didn’t know how to keep her head – it was ridiculous. Then again, she is a woman, and women can’t be expected to be sensible about anything. I found it best to pretty much ignore my Lady the entire day. After speaking with my Lady a bit, we were served our meals. They were late, and though we had just fired our old cook, it was still no excuse. I would have to ensure that this new cook be beat and taught a lesson.
I was inspecting my food for any ill-intended objects, as I didn’t wish to repeat the earlier catastrophe of unwanted bugs in my food, and, slightly to my dismay, I found nothing wrong with this batch of food. Apparently the new cook was fitting in just fine. Ugh. I wondered if there were any rodents running about that I could put in my food so that I could sentence this cook to torture as well. I picked at my food, looking about the Hall for a rodent or, any bug, when suddenly that knight from earlier, Sir Robert, busted in the room, panting insanely; he was incredibly breathless.
“What is the meaning of this?” I cried. This was twice in one day he’d interrupted something he wasn’t even involved with. I also hoped to God that he wasn’t about to tell me anything else as horrific as “your son is dead, my liege.” What else was there? My Lady sat right next to me. Quietly, but still there. I could not lose her. Not that he would know, unless he were an evil wizard. Maybe later I could sentence him with his wizardry as a defense. Not that I need a reason to put someone to death.
“My liege…there’s a serf…in the village…and he’s…throwing…a party…in honor…of your…of…of your son’s…”
Apparently the man had trouble speaking due to his lack of breath. I had no tolerance for that.
“Go on, already! I wish to eat before the morrow!” I shouted at him. He was going to keep us there all night at the pace he was going.
“There’s a serf….throwing – “
“Just finish your earlier sentence.””Uh….death.”
“What!?”
“There’s a serf…throwing a party…in cele-“
“Yes, yes! I got that. You mean to tell me there are fools in my kingdom who think the death of my son, my heir, is a good thing?”
“Unfortunately yes, sire.”
“Heretical traitors!”
“Sire, they attend mass every Sunday.”
“Silence! Let me think how to best punish this pig and his accomplices. Hm…I’ll flay him, after removing his toenails…and fingernails…and tongue…and…Oh, blast! I’m no good thinking up punishments.”
And then I remembered my Lady was in the room. And her poor innocence and purity was being endangered with how we men were speaking. She already had enough to think about. “Sir Richard.”
“Robert, sire.”
“You dare correct me! Would you like to join the serf, when I decide his punishment?”
“N-“
“That was rhetorical. Anyways, sir knight – “
“I have a name, sire.”
“I’m perfectly aware of that. Stop this idle chatter. I’ve been trying to get a point across for 5 minutes, and you keep interrupting. Now then, shut up and come with me over to the corner of the Hall. I don’t want my Lady’s fidelities obscured by our vulgar talk.”
“Yes, sire.”
So we moved.
“If you were me, how would you go about torturing such a fool as the serf who throws a party for the death of my son?”
“Well sire, if I were you, I would make sure every bit of him was tortured. Starting with his nails, pulling them all off, slowly, and then flaying his hands and feet, and then his arms and legs, and then, sir, I’d…Well, sir, you get the idea.”
“Well, you only stated what I had in mind.”
”Yes sire, and you asked me how I would torture the man if I were you. And so I thought what you would do, and apparently I thought correctly.”
“You’re a bit of an imbecile. What I meant is that if you were in my position, what would you do with the man?”
“Oh, I’d kill him. And his accomplices.”
“Sir Robert! Do you not understand the concept of torture?!”
“Well, sir, he’s a serf…”
“So? Does that mean that the punishment for traitors is lowered because of his lowered class?”
“Well, no sire… I’m just saying that it would be a waste to torture him.”
“It would be a waste not to torture him!”
“Yes, sire.”
“You’re an insolent fool. Leave me, I must contact my dungeon master and figure out what torture would be most suitable.”
“Yes, my liege.”
The knight left, again, and this time more quickly than the last. Apparently he had the fear of God in him.
Speaking of God, after our meal, we went on to Mass. The head clergyman seemed to be in a sour mood. Then again, to my memory, he was always in a sour mood. Maybe it comes of living a life of reclusive celibacy. He was always a recluse, despite living right next to the castle. Always kept to himself, while still performing his duties. It was, in a way, perfect for him to be like this, since he professed no interest in humanity except to convert the souls to the way of God. And he always seemed to take a great pleasure in professing the Bible in Latin. Of course, it is written in Latin, but he always seemed to take pleasure in the fact that only I, my scholars, and the higher clergy understood him. He gave up leave so that we may announce the heir’s death. And so I and my scholars made sure to convey the state of the kingdom in the most tactical way possible. We addressed the issue of the serfs who had already heard that my son had died, and made sure that everyone who celebrated would know of their impending death for doing so.
After the Mass, I took my bath. The water was freezing to the touch the first time I dared step foot in it. So I ordered the knights outside my room to take away the servant and throw him in the dungeon. The next servant did better. Unfortunately. But I did find the warmth of the bath to be a bit overwhelming, and it caused be to become a bit drowsy. Thank goodness for servants, and they made sure to awaken me when I was to come out of the bath. These are my favorite servants. They don’t bother me, and they do their jobs perfectly.
Then from two o’ clock ‘til four o’ clock, I spent time in my study, drawing up maps, reading, and deciding what to do about my son’s death. I liked the alone time. It was wonderful to have time where I wouldn’t have a silly fool trying to tell me what to do. In the latter half of this time, I went through tasting all the wine I could find in the kitchen, to make sure it was all in perfect condition.
Next came dinner. I think I’m perfectly fine with this cook; he made an excellent soup and a wonderful roast. So, I didn’t feel the need to look for something to frame the cook with. He can stay.
And the rest of the night I was a bit too drunk to realize just about anything. Ah, c’est la vie, especially when your kingdom thrives on the vino-dulche, the sweet wine. I’m pretty sure I passed out around seven o’ clock as a result of not wanting to think of my son’s death, and of the fact that I drank far too much wine.

Boo!

2005-02-16T07:27:00.000-08:00

Wow...I got so bored on the computer and I actually didn't want to use my computer, and I wanted to be productive and I finished what I could of the English...(basically everything)...And...and I didn't have anything else to do...

And...I ...I cleaned my room.

Well, I cleaned out the trash. And that created a lot of space.

So yeah...After I get home from school I'm gonna sleep and then finish cleaning my room and then shower and write and I'm gonna be productive. Wooo!

Sacar una buena nota

2005-02-15T19:14:00.000-08:00

Ayya...Three Cs...And 1 B, and 4 As...

Anyways, my report card for this semester:

. Class Grade CIT A/L - Comments
1 - W History A - A - O - 3/5 - 01, 03, 04
2 - Algebra 2A - C - 0/2 - 06, 09
3 - Chemistry A - B - 1/0
4 - Eng Honors 2A - C - 0/0
5 - Spanish 3A - C - 0/0 - 06
6 - Wind Ensemble - A - 1/o
7 - Playwrite/Dir - A - 1/0
8 - PE:Marching Band - A - 2/0 - 01, 03

Relevant comments:

01 - Student is a pleasure to have in class
03 - Student is doing Outstanding Work!
04 - Student has a productive attitude
06 - Student is not achieving to apparent ability
09 - Assignments are not completed

This was a crappy semester. And somehow, I still managed to get a 3.33 GPA and a 3.34 Cumulative GPA. I was preparing myself for a 3.0. Are these grades severely weighted or something?

Anyways, I'm ... just about a hundred credits away from the amount of overall credits.

Yeah...I got 40 credits this semester, and now have a cumulative of 105. Go me.

Anyways, I screwed up last semester as far as my standards go. If I get any more Cs and any less As I'm going to go crazy. I really should have tried harder in both math and Spanish. I would have gotten a B in Spanish too, if I'd just had my stupid notebook. Augh.

I'm trying to figure out if I'm a bad student. I guess you're a bad student if you disrupt the learning of others, but if you don't go to your full potential, you're a bad student then, no?

Yeah...anyways, I'm going to try harder this semester. That's a late start to say that, but I'm already doing better in Chem homework-wise, and ...well, I'm going to get a flippin' A on these stupid and sadly fun medieval times things or I'm going to go insane for English. And math...well, I keep forgetting to write down the homework assignments. Yeah...I'm going to start doing it. So what if I have a year and a half of not doing homework behind me? I must grab for motivation. Any motivation. I need a clean conscience. Yeah. That's it. Let's do the guilt thing. Thank the g...erm...Thank God I was raised Jewish. Ooooh the guilt. The Catholics ain't got nothing on Jews....=shifty=

Yeah...I'ma gonna go finish my English crap now. Fare thee well.

When I grow up, I wanna be a fireman!

2005-02-15T00:43:00.000-08:00

Actually...no...but read on.

You know, I figured out what I should do when I'm older:

I'm going to be a bailbondsman. I'm also going to write and continue with art.

It's perfect. Seamless, really.

You see, I even talked it over with mum. I told her "I figured it out - I'm gonna be a bailbondsman!"

"That'll be good, but you'll need another job to, or something to do when you're not working. Cause you know, I came home, and I had nothing to do. It happens all the time""Yeah! That's why I'm gonna be an artist and a writer too!"

"Oh that's great. That works perfectly too, because those are things you can pick up and put aside until you have time."

Dude, it's gonna be perfect.

Now all I need are people I trust to work alongside. You see, my dad figured it all out perfectly. He had my mom, and through my mom, my aunt, their best friends, my dad's best friend and his daughter...It all worked out excellently. So yeah...Anyone wanna join me?

And Alicia, it'll be great if you do go on to become a lawyer. Get me business, eh? And (though legally I can't suggest you to my clients) I'll try my hardest to accidentally drop your business card.

Mmmm....I can taste the luxury of this life already. Oh wait - I live it. :-D Rock on...

Yeah...Hm...Just in case I should undertake a few more hobbies...

Hallmark Holiday

2005-02-11T15:37:00.000-08:00

Many of you are under the belief that Valentine’s Day was created by companies like Hallmark, and though it has been highly praised by Hallmark and others like it, it’s not their creation. It is, in fact, a religious holiday, which, like Easter, has been abused by card and candy companies.

However, one has to think that the original effect Valentine’s Day once had on the nation due to the card companies and chocolate companies is no longer looming over the country – and yet many of us are still inclined to give in.

So, if you must celebrate this holiday and complain about commercialism, the least you can do is abstain from buying chocolate, roses, and cards. Actually, buy the roses; they’re a waste of money anyway. And go ahead and buy the chocolate; you can eat that if you want to feel loved. And go ahead and buy the cards, they are funny, no matter if they were meant to be or not. And buy the candy hearts – they’re created specially for this holiday, and damn it! If we don’t eat them now, we never will.

But if you truly wish to boycott this absurd holiday, then pay no attention to it. Go about your day as if it were any other. Do not reply “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!” if someone says it to you. If you cannot escape the commercialism, stay home. Stay home and pretend it’s a rainy day (If you’re like me and love the rain, pretend it’s a sunny day. If you like that too, then pretend there are evil monsters outside who want to eat your brains. If you like that too, then go spend this day seeking psychiatric help.). Do not eat the Valentine’s Day themed foods. Do not drink the drinks. Do not give into the commercialism.

If you must step foot outside your apartment (or whatever), then scoff the people who give into the holiday. Tell people making out on the streets to get a room. Tell people making out in the privacy of your home to get their own home to do that in. Run the people wearing pink and purple and red in honor of the holiday over. Make sure you rent a monster truck; otherwise you’ll have to run them over several times. Take the flowers of lovers and force them unto a stake, in which you can use the flowers as kindling to burn them as witches once were! Carry a metal bat with you everywhere you go to bop people on the head if they so much as utter the word love in any language.

Or, you can do Valentine’s Day my way, by boycotting the use of pre-made cards. Use your creativity and make your own. If you don’t have any creativity, put an illogical math problem on a card and say “this is how much I love you.” You’ll have them wondering for hours. Or you could go for a math problem like “2x = 2x Solve for x.” And that would be all numbers, and you know what? Then you could go “That means I love every bit of you.” Or you know what? You could go with “I will love you for as many years as there are numbers in the number pi.” That’s right. Infinity, so far. It’s really horrible how many things you can come up with for romantic math problems. Or at least how many things I can come up with for math romance. If math or creativity isn’t your forte, you’re rather screwed now, aren’t you?

If you have no lover on this horrid day, do not worry, for there are far too many people out there without mates too. You’re bound to meet up with one of them. Please, also, choose a better holiday to become depressed over. One that has complete meaning rather than just fulfilling the carnal desire to satiate the instincts for survival. Go for Christmas, or Halloween to contemplate why your life sucks. Or just pick a random day of the year. But, honestly, Valentine’s Day is a screwy day to become depressed. Laugh and scoff at everyone else being depressed on VD. Suicide rates are at a high around this time. This is because some idiots can’t look past their past. If you’re going to become sad because of the aforementioned desire to fulfill natural instincts, at least don’t kill yourself for it. Ever heard of survival of the fittest? If you don’t live, how will you ever survive to be the fittest suitor for some other lonely schmoe?

Take this holiday to spread the love. Don’t you even touch a greeting card or I’m gonna find my ruler and whoop your ass. Yes, these cause people to laugh, but I assure you, it enrages far too many people nowadays. So, take your friends somewhere strange for Vally’s day. For instance, one quite original person has decided to have pancakes for Valentine’s day for a group of friends. This is an original idea and more should be made just like that.

And just a word to the wise: Rebelling against Valentine’s Day without originality is like pouring water on someone already soaking wet - utterly pointless. Giving into Valentine’s Day without thought is dandy and all, just don’t make us all sick.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Tut tut

2005-02-07T15:46:00.000-08:00

You know, I've just come to wondering...have I always stumbled on my words?

I've only realized it lately, and it's partly from being brainwashed by Family Guy to repeat parts of phrases over "Am...am I supposed to draw the penis?" "You...you gonna eat that?"

One of my excuses is that I think faster than I can speak (erm, at least speak coherently to most people)

Labyrinth

2005-02-06T05:18:00.000-08:00

Due to the fact that I wasted my artistic talents on cool Labyrinth styled pictures, there's no EfaE to be updated today. Probably tomorrow, and at the latest, Tuesday. It depends how long it takes to draw it. Inkin' doesn't take too long...so yeah...And I need a ruler...That's why I didn't work on it at school at all: no ruler. So yeah, gonna try and force mum to take meh to Staples.

I've been watching Labyrinth for...Oh screw it, I won't do the math, but since 7 PM yesterday.

And if you want to see the Labyrinth pictures I drew, they're on my Xanga and in my deviant art page... http://dragonpixy.deviantart.com

Right, so I go sleepy now. I wanna have more spifftacular rock concert dreams.

In My Dreams

2005-02-05T11:55:00.000-08:00

Right, so I just woke up, and I just had the oddest dream in the world.

Matt Bartosch was writing a resume or something and he needed a video of his directing skills to go along with it, so he took In Your Dreams and took parts of it to put on the video, like things he'd do with it. It started with this music playing whilst, at first, Adrian sat on stage looking lonely, and then these movers carried sofas and stuffs across the stage, whirling him about and finally they went away and he sat down on the closest one rather annoyed. It then got to effervescent trees and Adrian (oh, by the way, Matt played it in his video) sang it, whilst the Matt sitting in a desk sang along with the Matt playing Adrian. Eventually it got to a conversation song between Adrian and Lisa, and it was really really weird because Matt kept singing along and everyone else was either watching it or laughing in the back of the class. I guess this took place in Playwriting/Directing, but it was just so odd...and the classroom was entirely different.

And I don't know why I had this dream, but it was really really funny, despite being completely random.

Ugh...then I go to think: Who shall play Adrian?

Blast it all...

Oh, and I just remembered the other dream, or the other half of that one...Dunno which it would be. But Patrice was going on a date and she wanted hoop earrings or cool earrings, and I said I didn't have any =coughcough= then she pointed to the somewhat simple black and purple ones I was wearing and said "What about the ones you're wearing? So I gave those up and went to don my more flashy chandeliers, and then I drove to a stage and started performing a rock concert with Alex, Mikey, Derek, and Annie. It was very strange, why it suddenly jumped to that. But anyways, I've gotta go change now so toodleloo.

Vladimir

2005-02-05T01:01:00.000-08:00

I give you the funniest quiz result I've ever received:

"Come out and play — in your previous life, you were a hamster named Vladimir. Here's what we know about you: Born on the plains of Siberia, you spent your early years weathering harsh winters, drinking vodka, and attending committee meetings. Determined and headstrong, you always got your way when push came to shove. But it wasn't all darkness — no one knew how to let loose and have a good time better than you. You were the reigning Twister champ, and you always emerged victorious from the Bolshevik's annual Dance-a-Thon (your signature step, the Funky Chicken, was a huge crowd pleaser). As you were also quite the health fanatic, you developed and patented a set of exercise wheel fitness videos that quickly became all the rage in Siberia. Your commercial success led you to denounce Communism and head for the States, where you ultimately provided the inspiration for a wacky Web site and song."

I guess I owe it to Vlad of why no one can beat me if I do the Twist.

In YOUR Dreams!

2005-02-03T21:24:00.000-08:00

Mwhaha...

Anyways, I've been working on IYD a bunch. Go me.

And I finally have a place for Effervescent Trees.

Guess where.

...
...

...
...

That's right! (or wrong!) The very beginning! Bwhahaha! It makes sense, then, doesn't it, that the very first song I wrote for the musical should deserve the spot as the very first song?

Anyways, I'll bring it to school tomorrow, a hard copy and my laptop, so that I may work on it during classes and during lunch if I feel like it. Hm...Yes, I shall work on it during AC. That way the shining light of my laptop shall blind everyone not sitting in the front row. Heh heh heh.

Oh good gods, tomorrow is the day of death. Cripes! I forgot to give Lammers the sheet thingy...hopefully one of the other bandos was responsible.

Egads, I hate dances. They cause so much band stuff it's not even funny. I hate the other bandos who wouldn't go to the basketball games and therefore forced us all to go to it manditorilarily...I'm being a hypocrite, sort of, but the whole point is that I hate basketball. I hate it nearly as much as football. Football is fine in the open air, but for the life of me I die in enclosed crowded areas. I get sick with noise. I'm not kidding. There's a certain sort of noise that makes me sick. I never ever feel good in assemblies. Guh....

I'm rambling right now. This is what happens when I have lost my brain. Oh! We have an assembly tomorrow. Flubberin' king and queen of courts. Ugh! I hate school spirit. Why am I in band?

Oh well.

Um...dead.

Added: Ooh, just timed it. I think it's really slow, it's six pages in and 11:32 minutes. =shrug= Hopefully people will have patience since there's music.

By the way, there's an optional debut by God. If the director wishes to do it, since, after all, the previous intro has been abolished, so he does get to know God, if the director wishes to put that part in.

Sir Ector

2005-02-02T01:03:00.000-08:00

"After all, damn it all, we can't have the boys runnin' about all day like hooligans - after all, damn it all? Ought to be havin' a first-rate eddication, at their age..." - Sir Ector

After all, damn it all, shouldn't I be able to mispronounce education if Sir Ector gets to, after all, damn it all?

Bleh...I am having trouble writing lately. This really sucks...By writing I mean with my right hand with a pencil in hand...So...I'm sorry, but that's my honest excuse for not writing in t3h journal. S'pose I should write out my entry on la computadora and print it out and put it in t3h journal?

Bleh...hands...dying...now...gr...Maybe I'm getting carpal tunnel...deary me, that wouldn't be good...thank goodness I don't press too darkly when drawing. Unfortunately I do when I write and there's no way I can write lighter...I don't know why...

Anyways, arms dying, again, g'nighty.

License...to Kill

2005-01-30T22:14:00.000-08:00

I am finally able to get me driver's license. Huzzah.

I need to write in t3h journal. Hope I don't sleep all tomorrow.

I'm soaking wet.

I played mermaids. Man, I haven't done that since I was 8.

I'm itchy now.

I updated http://spirat.keenspace.com

Ban Anime

2005-01-30T13:33:00.000-08:00

Oh my giddy gods...I've never read anything so ridiculous that made me laugh so hard.

Apparently "THEY'RE TRYING TO BAN ANIME! OMFG!!!!"

http://www.quizilla.com/users/AnimexXxLover/quizzes/AHHHHHH!!!!!%20SOMEONE%20HELP!!!!%20THEY'RE%20GOING%20TO%20BAN%20ANIME!!!!!!!%20(UPDATED!!!)

Oh dear gods, I think this would be rather impossible on the point that anime is a freedom of speech.

Ow, my stomach hurts from laughing too hard.

Why do I laugh so hard?

1) The fact that anyone would even think of doing something so silly as banning anime and prohibiting it all over the US.

2) The fact that George Bush is insane enough to possibly think of doing this.

3) The fact that anyone could be silly enough to believe this, and enough people believe it for the quiz containing that information to make it to the highest rated list.

Dear gods, it's just so silly.

Anyways, I'm going to search for food, eventually, after I decide to stop watching awesome old movies.

By the way, a great movie I saw today: Skirts Ahoy! It was a lovely film. I think there was another too...but that was really funny /and/ I remember the title. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact that Ahoy is in the title. =cough=

And now I shall stop typing.

Theme Song

2005-01-27T22:53:00.000-08:00

Well, I yelled at Mikey and Alex because I told them they should make up their own theme song since I really dislike it when people attach their selves to songs. That they didn't write. And so they said that they sucked at writing songs. And so I told them I would write it for them, since nothing can describe someone better than a song written for them.

Alex took me up on the offer.

And so, I wrote it. And it's really more of a poem. But you know, every poem I write is a song to me. And this one rhymes. :-D

Alex's Theme (thus far by Krist)

Always behind a mask
Whose voice is it you hear?
I am there, lips unmoving
A mask: all you see here

Whose mask is it? I ask you
Whose eyes are mine behind?
Whose skin covers mine?
To me, we are all blind

But, this is not what I want
How you see me, I mean
Always I try to save the world
But always I’m unseen

Yet, slowly, the mask has fallen
And my own face is there
Little by little its string has broken
For there are some who care

The world is saved, for now
The broken mask, dead grief
Has shown itself for what it is
Battled joy, sorrow’s chief.

But a new fighter joined,
The elusive mayfly: love.
With the fickle nature it has
Arrows flew from above

Every warrior on the battleground fell
As Cupid’s arrows reigned
Dominating both dark and light
Both sides were long detained

And so it stands,
The war is at a halt
But here rises another
To which love is the fault

Paris and Menelaus battle it out
Helen’s wish is Paris
Just like my heart and mind
As love waits on th’terrace

Comfort in solitude is Achilles
Hatred of loneliness
Is my Hector; Whilst
Helen’s Paris’ caress

Who will the victor be?
Will it to myth hold true?
Or is this a new ending,
One that leaves Sparta blue?

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According to her, it's genius.

Anyways, I'm writing the comparison between Julius Caesar and Wicked. This is fun, being rampant about writing. Ooh, alliteration...sorta.

Coming Soon to a Blog Near You

2005-01-26T03:56:00.000-08:00

Soon I shall write an essay comparison between Wicked and Julius Caesar.

That shall be fun.

I just thought I'd post that to remind myself. And to remind Annie to remind me.

PS: The History Channel loves China. Everyday I watch it, there's something about China. China and Egypt.

God is Watching You

2005-01-26T02:06:00.000-08:00

"God's watching me do number two? Great, now I'm a sinner...and God's a pervert."

Laugh, Clown, Laugh

2005-01-25T01:15:00.000-08:00

The saddest movie in the world is about a clown who cannot laugh.

I saw part of it, and it made me...nearly cry...moreso than other movies, really.

The clown could make all of Rome laugh; he was the greatest clown in the world, but he couldn't laugh for himself. And he adopted a girl into the circus with him, and when she grew up...he fell in love with her. He met a man who couldn't stop laughing in his psychiatrist's office. The psychiatrist diagnosed the man with having lived a life of indulgence - for which the only cure was to fall in love, truly, with a woman.

Of course, they made the perfect pair - the clown who could only cry, and the man who could only laugh.

And their friendship, was of course, inevitable.

And, as misfortune would have it, the man who couldn't stop laughing fell in love with the woman the clown had fallen in love with.

And so the man who couldn't stop laughing stopped laughing. And the clown who couldn't stop crying stopped crying.

And they both stopped for the same woman.

Now, the clown isn't quite in his prime, and the girl is quite young, as is the man who finally stopped laughing.

And the man who stopped laughing gave the girl pearls, his mother's pearls, with a note, which read "These are my mothers pearls. I want the woman who I marry to have them. Please forgive me - Please - please - Luigi" Of course, the man's name was Luigi. But anyway, the girl didn't see the note, only that the pearls were from Luigi.

And she was set out to tell him she couldn't accept them - thinking it was just part of his way to give such a gift to someone he was set out to woo.

And Luigi and Flik - the name of the clown - had time to talk together, and Flok - Flik's partner in circusing - confirmed that Flik was in love with Simonetta - the girl. Luigi confessed to Flick he was truly in love with Simonetta. So, Flik told Luigi to tell Simonetta that Luigi loved her first. If she loved Luigi back, then she would never know of Flik's love.

And after she read what was on the back of the note, she surely accepted.

And so Simonetta and Luigi were betrothed.

And Flik kept his love hidden.

And then Simonetta began to miss Flik. And so she went to visit him, after having visited with Luigi's parents with him.

Flik happened to be looking at things that reminded him of Simonetta. And Simonetta saw.

"You're love me, don't you Flik?"

And he began to cry again. She tried to console him.

"Flik, I never knew you cared for me - that way!"

"Mother of Mercy, I love Flik! I love Flik! Flik, I'm going to go tell Luigi now."

But, it is to be believed that she did this because she did not want Flik to be alone...for Flik's words were

"Mother of Mercy, she lied...all the while she was saying 'I love Flik,' her heart screamed Luigi! Luigi!"

And so he went to practice with Flok, at the circus. He could not be Flik. He could not pretend to be happy. And yet, he had all the reason in the world to be happy - Simonetta was his betrothed. Flok had him realize this, and Flik cheered up immediately.

unfortunately, Flik seemed to go crazy then, he imagined everyone was there, clapping for him, the orchestra playing, and everything. He went to do his death-defying trick...

And...after all those years, he failed.

And then he died...

And I don't know why it was so sad...

But it was...

And that's all now. I'm watching another one. I don't know what this one's called, but the guy - Mr. Ginsberg - reminded me of my father, and then I realized twas because they're both Jewish.

Hee!

"Kelly, if you don't like your name, change it to Levinsky"

I'm not going to explain another one...so yeah...

Oh, but I do have the name of that movie now - The Rag Man, and I happened to find an online copy of the script as well - http://www.geocities.com/emruf5/ragman.html

Profound Onology

2005-01-24T15:20:00.000-08:00

Right, so, I have obtained a super stalker.

They're a very good hacker and very Christian. So, I had to change SNs...

Thankfully they know not of anything but my comic site and KristOfTheNewAge

So...

My new SN is Profound Onology. KOTNA will not be used any more.

Other than the super stalker, today has been a glorious day.

I love today.

That is all.

Dolls

2005-01-23T23:33:00.000-08:00

You know, this talk of dreams and the reminiscing of the nightmare I had of dolls...it all led me to thinking.

I could make a really cool comic with it all.

Just remind me to think of the storyline, since it would be a mini series. Not quite so epic as EfaE, which I updated again, since we're on that tangent.

Hopefully by reminding myself to think of why I feared dolls would be a way so I can remember what my original concept for this was.

Anyways, that's all.

Result

2005-01-22T02:54:00.000-08:00

You know, I know I don't normally post quiz results on my blog. But I'm happy, I got the most bloody accurate result I've ever gotten in my entire life. I cut out the anime picture, just for you Annie.

You are Relaxed

You have this constant feeling inside that says
that everything will be alright. Calm cool, you
invented the Chill Pill! (WHAT?!)Whenever
there's a problem you don't spaz out, that's
why people come to you for advice because
you're really reliable. Not many people have
the aura of calmness that follows wherever you
go. Whenever people are around you, they loosen
up, relax, just by being near you! Your motto
is 'Sit back and relax'. Stay the way you are,
because you rarely get stressed out!

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Anyways...ew...weird...oh right. I think I accidentally swallowed a very very small portion of a soapy substance.

Just died my hair. Don't think it's gonna turn out purple on the bleached parts...Couldn't see it, so I couldn't do anything about it. Hopefully it is. My hair is still too wet to tell on those parts.

On the other hand, I /can/ see that the bottoms of my hair are purple. Thank goodness for split ends. =grin=

Anywhos, I should write now...I fell asleep in the middle of writing earlier.

Let's Share our Feelings!

2005-01-21T16:07:00.000-08:00

You know, I'm starting to think I have no feelings of my own.

I only know three feelings: happiness, indifference, and annoyance.

I'm pretty sure indifference isn't a real feeling, actually.

Everything else I ever feel I steal from someone else.

My actions are often influenced by the feelings of others. So are my opinions.

Only when I'm in the comfort of my own room do I know my own regard for everything.

So then I try hard to cling to what I know I feel. And all that is is indifference, annoyance, and happiness.

C'est la vie.

I'm on a roll for updating the comic. It will, as usually, appear on Sunday, and I'm debating, since I'm doing so well on updating, on moving updates to two days a week. I'll see how much further ahead I get for that to happen.

I just practiced my clarinet like crazy. My lips are numb and my throat bleeding. If it hurt, I think I would be more bothered and angry at my clarinet. But I'm not, and it doesn't, so mleh.

Tired...so tired...

I'm going to restrict access to my house from now on. It's gotten ridiculous.

Hm...I'm gonna sleep now...I really don't get this...I've been so tired, and yet I cannot sleep.

It's horrendous. Too much stress, maybe? But I feel not stressed...so ....augh...

I want to redo this semester. This was crappy as hell. Atleast last quarter...

Gr...must do better next...must redeem self...

Anyways, nighty.