WRIIIIIIITER'SSSS BLOCK. (and mme?!?!? o___o)

HI THERE GUYS.
I HAVE TO TAKE A SCARY TEST NEXT WEEK.
...I AM TERRIFIED.
But that's kind of okay. 'Cause my awesome redheaded cousin is coming up that weekend. :D So it'll be okay. And we're going to CHIIIIIIICAAAAAAAGOOOOO.
(btw, Kate, you should help me with this 1920s poster I have to do and make it prettiful...'cause I'm bad at that... xD)

Anyway. I TOTALLY HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK. And it sucks! I wanna write a new short story but my braaaain wooooon't leeeeeet meeeeeeeeee. .____. I wanna write some sort of gingerbread man story 'cause I'm lame. And trying to make a story out of a fairy tale that is rarely thought of. But idk. Maybe it's not possible. I might try some other time, when my brain ISN'T completely dead.

...meh. In other news, my ribcage won't stop having back spasms. And it's FREAKING ME OUT. O___o It feels like this patch of muscle is deciding to dancey dance for no reason. And I don't like it. I want it to stop. Now.

That's kind of it. BUT WAIT.

I might look like this soon...ish:

(But, y'know, not Bonnie Wright and with shorter hair.)

FIIIIIIIIIIISHIEEEEEE.

That is totally the name of my fish. Because I call him nothing but Fishie. So there. >>

Today I took care of said Fishie. Finally. His water level had been slowly dwindling and I was looking at it with guilty guiltness everytime I saw it, but never did anything about it because I would look away and get distracted. And, for some reason, cleaning his fish bowl always seems like a herculan task, despite doing it just now in probably twenty minutes, if that. I think it's because of the old days where we had to use a huge hose thing or clean out a filter instead of just scrubbing down the bowl and then rinsing the jewels and fake plants with hot water. I kind of miss filters because of the whole oh-just-replace-the-charcoal-and-stuff! but at the same time I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore...I know I'd mess it up somehow and end up calling my mom for help.

Imagine that. Me as a grown adult and calling my mom to find out how to change my filter. Hm. I'd draw it out for you, but then I'd feel like I was copying this awesome person and I don't want to do that.

Anyway, my motivation for cleaning it today was that the person who gave me Fishie is coming over for Megan's birthday shindig tomorrow and I didn't want her to be like "OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT POOR FISH. D':" Because she's loud and overdramatic sometimes like that. (Although I still really, really needed to take care of the poor thing...)

One thing that stood in my way was the lack of sink space. We need to load the dishwasher. I needed the sink to wash my fish bowl. I did not want to load the dishwasher. ...

So I used the bath tub.

It was kind of easier, in a way. Lots more space. I could just sit on the side of the tub and do my stuff. It was kind of a worry for my fish's health, though, because the dogs had baths today as well. But I rinsed off everything with hot water, so it should be okay...right...? I also kind of liked using the bath tub because it made me feel like I was a little kind playing or something.

But yes. I was productive today! :D I've even got laundry going. So take that, world and you, too, Internet. You cannot keep me distracted for forever.

Consistency: I suck at it.

HEY LOOK IT'S A NEW LOOK AGAIN.

....AND A NEW NAME.

......I have the strangest feeling that my major is going to change a BAZILLION times when I get to college.......

Anyway. New look is 'cause Megan got me bored with mine after playing with her own page (here, if you haven't seen). And I like this better. It's less boring and...well...yeah. I liked playing around with it. >> I'm restless like that.

Name change? I wanna get away from that "emo" label. And the walk don't run is kind of me saying to myself: Don't rush into stuff. You'll want some big change to happen, then you'll try and try and try to make it happen NOW and you won't do it. Think about it. Do some research. At the same time, don't give up the little spontaneity you do have. I mean, look at how fast you walk. You leave other people in the dust, so...learn to tell when you should walk like they do and when you should walk at that four mph that you probably do normally.

Yes, I'm talkin' to myself. Leave me alone.

MSBOA.

And MME (ACT and stuff for you nonMichiganders). In one week.

Somebody saaaaaave meeeeeeeeeee.

So, March 1, 2, 3, AND 4, I'm gonna be kinda stressin'. I got ACT on the first, Work keys thing on the second, and MEAP thing (another Michigan test) on the third. And then MSBOA on Friday. MSBOA is kind of like solo/ensemble, but for the whole band, and if you don't know what solo/ensemble is, then you should know that it's when a judge listens to us play and then judges us. And we have to sightread. Meh. I don't like sightreading. >> (...that's playin' music without practicing it, if you're not musical.)

I'm gonna miss hub this coming Tuesday so I can do some ACT stuff with Mabin, the coolest math teacher eva. Then I'm skippin' on the first because four and a half hours of testing suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks and I've got a swim invite to run and make moneys. And yeah. The music's easy anyway and I'll bring my instrument home next week or somethin'. Yeah...

OH. While I'm on the subject of band, which this entire post has been about, I DO NOT LIKE SNOBBY PEOPLE. There have been people that got put in our band after the new semester (apparently they failed the audition or something...?) and they've complained. And I've wanted to punch them. Mostly when someone called it the "underclassmen band."

........

I AM SEVENTEEN AND PROBABLY MAYBE OLDER THAN YOU. *eyetwitch* DO NOT CALL THIS AN UNDERCLASSMEN BAND.

And then those people that just say they don't like it go and act stupid. Slouching in their chair. Showing up late. Goofing off. Chewing gum. *shudder* I...I don't get people. Even if it's easy, then show how awesome you are to get praise or promoted or something. I would feel terrible if I was being lazy at something I cared enough about that I was mad to be in an "underclassmen" group for it. If you don't like being in a lower band, then obviously you take pride in your music, so...why...aren't you...showing it...?

In conclusion, life sucks and people are stupid.

Cool news: Authorly has a new story! Go checks it out. Warning in advance, though: it's long. Printed out six pages. I would've done parts again, but...I didn't know where to cut the different parts off. .___. I'm sorry I'm so bad.

Vee Day

Yesterday was, of course Valentine's Day. It was pretty alright, I think. I got free candy and looked kind of adorable. :3 My main Valentine's related gear was going to just be some awesome head boppers with fuzzy hearts and a sweetheart (like those gross candies I'm not a fan of) tank top, but then Megan was cool and let me wear her red pants, too. :D She wore pretty much ALL red--like, shirt, skirt, and tights. She was sooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute..... x3 ...heh. Yeah.

(there will be pictures, Kate, just give us some time)

I used my ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE Beatles tote bag thing I got at Barnes and Noble foreeeeever ago and it made me feel so, so girly. I missed my backpack so much. .___. I was literally squirming with disgust over how girly I felt. It was terrible.

But I looked cute!

The people I sit with at lunch (aka the COOL PEOPLE of Anna, Joe, and Lucy) all got a ring pop and a duct tape rose, which my fingers are still sore from making. xD A couple of people in my first hour got one, too, and...I got up the courage at the very last minute to give somebody else one, too. And ho. lee. crud. Was I proud of myself. It was a poke, "Happy Valentine's Day", and scurry, but...still...at least I gave it to him, right? Right.

I ended up with a lot of candy that will probably make me sick the next few days... xP But it was a good Valentine's Day. And I started to come up with ideas for a little thing I plan on doing my senior year... :3 'S a secret, though, for at least a little while, so you can't know. But it's cool, I swear.

UNTIL NEXT TIME....which may be tomorrow or two weeks from now....I BID YOU ADIEU, DEAR READERS!

*goes off to munch on breakfast or something*

Jack Merridew, I HATE YOU.

Needless to say, I finished Lord of the Flies. And I am not a fan of Jack or his stupid hunters. :| I don't know if I could see doing any better in that situation...but I still don't like him. Ralph and Piggy had sense...and...and...

nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. ._____.

Anyway. Now I'm reading The Grapes of Wrath and though I know it can only end in sorrow, too, because seriously? It's John Steinbeck. I've read The Pearl. I've read Of Mice and Men. He's a great writer (was? o__O), but...he's gotta work on his happy endings.

But I will deal because Lord of the Flies was good and so were The Pearl and Of Mice and Men (Lennie...!), so I'm sure The Grapes of Wrath will be.

And when I'm done with this...I will pick up a book that will make me smile and go awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww instead of mourning a character I liked... *sniffle*

He's starting to look his age, innit he?

No, Facebook, I am not a Belieber. Stop asking.

(watch, someone'll tell me that isn't even him and he'll become a twelve year old in my mind again)

In other news, today was cool, I need to come up with a t-shirt design for WMCAT, and my biffle started a blog. He's not as grammatically correct as I am, but neither is Bruce, and just look at how many followers he has!

Oh. And I have to deal with the MME and MSBOA in the same week. Aaaaaaaaaaagh.

(Weber, if you read this--because apparently you do wander here on your own sometimes--I'm skipping on March first. The ACT and an early swim invitational compel me to do so.)

And that is all. Toodleoo.

OH HI THERE.

TODAY WAS KIND OF OKAY.

Si didn't ignore my existence quite as much.

Safe Dates was actually kind of okay (even if I got called Megan...).

And I got a brownie! (Thanks, Lucy! :D)

Also! If anyone over here cares and doesn't know! Parts one and two of Hi. are up over at Authorly (here and here if you're a little lazy). And I'll post the other parts sometime soon. Probably tomorrow and the next day or something.

But yeah. Now I'm making foods and trying to make the Internet work on the "good" computer so I can watch the rest of A Very Potter Musical. 'S funny. You should go watch it. :3 I think the guy who plays Harry Potter and set it all up was on Glee once. Darren Criss sound familiar, my gleek friends?

ANYWAY.

I WANT A ROCKET SHIP SO I CAN GO TO PIGFARTS--it's on Mars, you know--AND RIDE ON RUMBLEROAR'S BACK. O3O

.....

*ahem*

I'm sorry.

Soundtrack to My Childhood

I've discovered that more and more people don't believe that I don't know certain musical artists or bands or whatever. I didn't realize it was weird until I got into high school and a lot of the people I wanted to be around were music music music. (I'm not putting down music here, but middle school me? Proooobably not quite as in love with music as high school me is.) It made me feel kind of bad because people would be all "WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW SO-AND-SO?!" Not the best thing for a timid chick, yeah? So I got to thinking about that today and discovered that my childhood soundtrack was pretty scarce. And I decided to list it so people could know why I didn't know a lot of different kinds of music.

And so, here's the soundtrack to my childhood.

~Yellow Submarine Soundtrack - The Beatles
I'm not sure why this CD was played all the time. Why this over any of the other Beatles stuff we had? I dunno. Maybe because it had the prettiest colors on the case? But yeah. I probably knew the lyrics to Nowhere Man and Eleanor Rigby by the time I was five or somethin'.

~Bat Outta Hell - Meat Loaf
Ahahaha, probably not the best stuff to listen to when you're young, but whatever. I like Meat Loaf. He might swear sometimes and talk about sex and shizz, but I didn't know that when I was little. *shrug* It was all kisses in my head.

~Bark at the Moon - Ozzy
Again, probably not the best for a kid, but whatever. I don't know if there was a lot of listening to this one, though, because I can remembering thinking Bat Outta Hell belonged to Ozzy. But, obviously, it does not, so maybe this wasn't played that often.

~Nearly Every Disney Song Known to Man
...does this really need explaining?

~Various Country Songs
On the way to church, my dad would put 93.7 or 94.5 on, two stations that any Grand Rapidian should know to be pretty country. Or at least they were more so when I was growing up...er...younger growing up, I mean. I'm still growing up now, obviously. But yeah. In addition to the Kenny Rogers CD I had and the Toby Keith CD we got later, there was a lot of country.

~Greatest Hits - Queen
OHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS. ....eh heh. Probably another CD I had memorized by the time I was five or six. Freddie is also one of my favorite singers because of this, I think... (My other favorite singers include a couple of redheads, but only one them is a natural ginger... ;])

~Various 70s and 80s Songs
These were mostly ones that almost everyone should know, but still. They stuck better in my head than most other songs that I might've heard growing up.

And there were probably more, probably things I wouldn't want the public to know...but this was most of it. So, please. Understand why I know nothing of the musics. xD I always listened to what my parents liked because we had it...and this was what they liked, for the most part. I was too lazy a kid to surf Youtube and I wasn't a big radio person, so...*shrug* Eh.

Red red red red red. .....RED

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Solo/ensemble was today. I had a good time. Megan and I got a two. Kind of sad. :c I just want another one, maaaaaaaan....haven't gotten one since middle school, you know? But I guess I can count myself lucky. She didn't drop out like SOME people always seemed to...meh. I've gotten ONE pretty blue ribbon for a one in middle school and twos ever since. Next year I think I'll do a solo and a duet with Megan. Yeah. I think that'll go better. I dunno.

On a happier note, Hi. got a bit more added to it. The handwriting got really, really sloppy for a second there, so you know it's good. Or at least that it's goin' somewhere. Maybe even both if I'm lucky.

Oh. And shizz. This has been the longest. weekend. ever. It wasn't even that bad yesterday. The snow was up high, yeah, but if people would've shoveled, we would've been okay. Blizzard 2011 has been both fantastic and terrible. Fantastic because HOLY SHIZZ I FINALLY GOT MY BREAK I'VE BEEN PRAYING FOR. HALLELUJAH. Terrible because I'm missing school. Normally? Probably okay. But with this blended switcharoo stuff? I'm scared that we're gonna end up a million days behind and I'm gonna fail. I wanna be valedictorian, you know? Even if I have to make a speech that makes me terrified and sound like an idiot. It's something I really, really want. I've kind of always wanted it. It's like my dorky prom queen fantasy but, y'know, it could actually make me look awesome to colleges or something. Or to a job someday. I dunno? Maybe. I dunno.

....hmm. It'll probably be okay, though. Probably.

OH! And I got to see Eat Pray Love today. It made me smile. :) I need to find that balance. Or any balance.

And now I'm watching the Mike of Mike and Molly on Comedy Central. Then it'll be Graham Norton. Yaaaaay. x]

HI!

I'm startin' a new short/maybe long story. I'm contemplating posting bits on Authorly so it can get some love. It's called Hi. and it's gonna be some short little love story type of thing, I think. I dunno. Just in time for Valentine's Day, right?!?!?! ...right.

Y'know what's sort of weird about V-Day? (And I'm not talking about Victory Day, btw.) Thinking about how it could be something fantastic if one thing had gone differently. One example being the fifth of July and another being January 18. I'm pretty sure only three people know why things might be different if those days had changed, but it's probably easy to figure out if you think about it. Maybe. Sometimes I think things are obvious but then t turns out they aren't. My brain doesn't like to take other people's point of view into account sometimes, but others it can't stop thinking about it.

I just watched (500) Days of Summer, which might be influencing me a little. Y'know, despite it being a story of boy meets girl, it's not a love story. But I'm writing one because I watched it? I dunno. Something like that.

OH. And I discovered a FANTASTIC song through that movie, too! I believe it plays during and after Summer's party, and it's called "Hero." Regina Spektor sings it and I think it's awesome. :D And yeah.

There's the pointless post of the day. Promise to try to bring you another tomorrow. :)