Day 203- My Every Kinky Wish Is Coming True

I just had an urge today to wear a Santa hat. So I did. A few hours later, I'm checking Rockfic.com for any new stories or reviews, and lo and behold, a beautiful surprise for me.
As part of what seems to be a tradition on the site, they are offering every logged-in member 12 wishes to put on their '2016 Ficmas Wishlist'. I nearly squealed. Then, I did squeal.
See, what happens is that people can enter up to 12 'wishes'. Each 'wish' consists of the names of two people available to write about on the site, their respective bands, and a kink. A kink can be what nearly everyone deems to be kinky, or a personal kink, like cuddling or feeding each other.
Currently, I have 6 of my 12 wishes chosen. On October 15th, everyone's wishlists are put on the site, but kept anonymous. Anyone can write a one-shot or a multi-chapter story based on a wish. Wishlist submissions are closed on November 30th and all the stories based on a person's wishes are delivered on Christmas. It's like a fairytale come true. Plus, I'll have inspiration out the wazoo.
P.S. You thought this was going to be a dirty post, dint'cha?
P.P.S. On a different topic, apparently I've heard Rush's Moving Pictures, but I never listened to it until tonight. Limelight is now one of my favorite songs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiRuj2_czzw

Day 202- Confusion

Today, I just had massive writer's block, so I'm not updating my newest fanfic. I don't know what it was; I was so excited to get to the Steven chapter, and now I've got nothing. It was choppy, at best. I'd write a sentence, then get distracted.
On the bright side, I have a day off from school and the book that I put on request at the library a month ago finally came in.
AND, I'm meeting Charlie on Saturday, which is only two days away.
So, yeah, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM

Day 201- The Healing Powers Of Van Halen

When we were in Ottawa almost a month ago, I got Van Halen's 5150 unintentionally. I had seen the record there, but was uncertain whether we had it already or not, so I didn't add it to my ever-increasing pile. As I looked through the CDs, Dad came over and put it on top of my stack and told me we were getting it. I was quite excited, as 5150 has all of the really good Sammy Hagar-era stuff. At the time, I was just excited to be getting the album with "Why Can't This Be Love" on it. Now, I listen to it as a healer.
'Healer' records are what I refer to as albums with songs I can sing along with on them. Van Halen is generally good, because I have the same vocal range as the two blondies. Plus, their lyrics are phenomenal.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYoeKsN_whU

Day 200- My Little Secret

So, I've been mulling this over for a while, and didn't really know the right time to come right out and say it. The 200th post was coming up soon, so I figured I'd save it for now. I made the right choice.
Here's the secret: I'm bisexual. Or ambisexual, I'm not sure on the difference between the two.
I've been thinking about it for a while, and it's time I came clean. I've only sorta come out to CJ, so he's the only one who knows. It's really nerve-wracking. I don't want to tell Brin, because she'll tell Charlie, and I don't want to scare him off. I can't tell my siblings cause they'll tell my parents. My parents can't know cause they have the power to kick me out of the house. I can't tell if they support the LGBT folk or not. They always seem somewhat disturbed when I tell them bits of what I read in fanfction. It's truly nerve-wracking.
If you've kept reading up until here, and you're not a biphobe, I bet you want to know how I figured it out. The answer is simple: Kat Dennings. Kat Dennings turned me bi. She's just so freaking hot. Oh, and Jason Mewes. And David Bowie in his hippie period. But those are the big three.

Day 199- Less Minor Sick Day

I thought I was going to school today, but I ended up vomiting, and stayed home. I spent my entire day coding, writing, watching Knight Rider, listening to records, eating toast (sometimes things more than toast) and answering fanfic reviews.
I figured out how to finish my coding project of Family Feud, and it only took me the duration of Rolling Stones' Some Girls, Dire Strait's Brothers In Arms, Aerosmith's Greatest Hits, Whitesnake's Slip Of The Tongue, and Van Halen's 5150. After I finished with all the music and coding, I cracked open my season 1 discs of Knight Rider. I'm still watching it now, but I've already seen 7 or 8 episodes. Watching it on the giant TV in the basement makes the close-up shots life-sized. It's very unnerving watching Michael threaten someone when it looks like I could reach out and boop his little Hasslehoffy nose.
I think my favorite part about the show is that there's a big mystery in every episode, something the A-Team doesn't have. After 5 episodes, I finally solved one before Michael did. I figured out that they brainwashed Bonnie to get to KITT before he did. That was the second best part of my day.
The best part, however, was when Grace brought me my homework. Most people wouldn't be overjoyed by something like that, but I was. I've never had anyone care about me like that before. Not even Angus, and I was one condom away from having his virginity. I like Grace a lot more than I liked Angus. With Angus, it was all just gossiping about the kids in class and making out. With Grace... I don't even know. But she's much better of a person.

I was scrolling Pinterest to make this post more interesting. This picture explains it perfectly.

Day 198- Minor Sick Day

So, yesterday, when I was coughing and had a runny nose, apparently I was actually getting sick. So, today, I spent it on the couch, listening to records and working on a coding project. After almost 6 hours of working on it, I sort of got bored, so I went into Pinterest and just read through some fanfiction and fan comics that made me cry. I was blubbering like a baby at the Mork And Mindy ones. (Robin Williams always makes me laugh, so I watched Mork And Mindy, then wondered if anyone wrote Mork And MIndy fanfiction. They did.)
I also got to see the new Beatles documentary. I forget what it's called, but I remember that Ron Howard directed it. It's pretty much the same as any other Beatles documentary. While watching it, I felt an odd sense of nostalgia for the days where I would fight people if they talked smack about my fab four. I've slipped. As disappointing as it is to admit, it's because of Ron Howard that I've fallen in love with them all over again.

I mean, it's impossible not to. They're cute, they're sassy, they're geniuses. They released 13 albums within 6 years. They wrote over 300 songs. They're practically perfect in every way.

Day 197- Food Of Various Types

For a lazy glutton, such as myself, the tradition of Oktoberfest is a beautiful one. Since my entire extended family celebrates it, we always gather around at my great-aunt's house for a potluck. (Yes, I know it's September, but no one cares.)
There are two things I like about Oktoberfest. The first one is that people are divided into two groups: kids and adults. Since I don't have the mentality of a 'kid', and don't have the age of an 'adult', I fit into the limbo between the two. The adults don't care if I'm around, and the kids would rather I wasn't; so I get to slink into a basement corner and read. They have a couch in a dark corner where if you're at a certain angle, you can see people coming downstairs, but they can't see you. I really can hide down there. Today, I brought the second GOT book, my ipod and my laptop. I figured I might be able to get some writing done. I actually only worked in a huge plot twist, since there was no internet there.
The second thing is the food. Just for 'lunch', I had: chips, nachos and dip, celery, mushrooms, Oktoberfest sausages, mini-link sausages, meatballs, lasagna, a slice of cake, ice cream, a cookie, a cupcake and two brownies. AND IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!

Day 196- PJ Day

I like wearing pajamas to school. Always have. There's something about taking notes in flannel pants that are 2 inches too short that I find highly appealing. But something always ruins PJ Day. Today, that something was that I had three periods with substitute teachers. Math, where I finished all the questions quickly and sat around for 20 minutes; science, where I copied down what the powerpoint said and sat around for 20 collective minutes; and social studies, where the only work assigned was what I had finished last class, so I watched anime the entire time. (Grace convinced me to start watching Fairy Tail, so I did.)
On another topic, I started a new multi-chapter epic fanfiction. In this one, GN'R live in a world where music is illegal and they are all music dealers working with the Resistance, which is led by Jimmy Page, just to spice things up. There's going to be OFCs, and Steven's going to steal a stuffed elephant he names Stacy. And Axl's going to get kidnapped by Rev. Bailey. (His stepfather)
In other news, farewelltokings's Rush fanfic, because it takes place in Ottawa, and I recognize a lot of the places mentioned, I now listen to Rush. Not extensively, though. That brings the total of bands I listen to due to fanfiction up to three: GN'R, Motley Crue and Rush.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PmmMG-6mwo

Day 195- When A Haphazard Joke Became Friendship Goals

The first dance of the high school year happened tonight, well, is currently happening. In high school, the dances go from 9-11 on Thursdays. Tomorrow, every dumb sap who went is going to be absolutely exhausted (and most likely hungover, if we're being real here). Now, I don't like staying up later than 10, but I'm always in bed, winding down at 9. 11 is just too late for a dance to go. Plus, neither Mom nor Dad wanted to wake up and take me home at 11. So, the dance was out of the question.
Grace also didn't particularly want to stay up that late either, so I jokingly said that we should party in my basement from 7 to 9, the general timelines of a middle school dance. As I said it, however, it became more of a possibility.
Thanks to strategic planning, Grace did come over and we did party. She beat me a few times at Just Dance 4, then I beat her more times, then she kinda dented the ceiling, so we switched to Guitar Hero: Aerosmith, where she didn't get booed offstage.
As much as I miss the camraderie of CJ, Brin and me, I think Grace is a worthy addition to my circle of friends, even though her choice in music leaves something to be desired.
P.S. I guess someday, I'll want to remember how I ruled at Karaoke during grade 9 orientation. I was soaked and shivering from the bucket of water I had had poured on me, but I got Smash Mouth's All Star done perfectly, and everyone actually liked it, something I've never accomplished before.

Day 194- The Time Where I Just Don't Know

I've got a lot of things going on in my brain right now. Things I haven't quite come to terms with, so it's going to be a while before I can actually say anything about it. Like, the voices in my head are still in the meeting about it, but the jury will be back in soon.
Today was just kind of lousy, cause my period started right in the middle of gym, and my pads were in my locker, which is on the other side of the school. I started having these insane cramps all through Social Studies, which makes learning about directions and degrees that much more unbearable. On the plus side, my pain made me focus and I finished three pages of homework before class was over.
On the minus side, I'm kind of depressed because of my brain. It's making me weirded out and kind of... I dunno... more like Deadpool.

Day 193- My Crown, Cause I'm A Dope Fresh Prince

As this week is spirit week at my school, today's theme was 'Royals Day', because we're the Royals. It makes very little sense, but if it gives me an excuse to dress up, I don't mind.
I'm usually known as the weirdo who dresses up excessively for spirit week and the like. My hats for hat day were known school-wide. If the moody teens of high school participated in spirit days, I would have been marching around in a purple robe with a scepter in one hand and maybe someone clanging coconuts behind me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqtS9xyl0f4 (Just watch it, you'll thank me later.)
But since that is not the case, I opted for a simple crown. Not a tiara, mind you, but a crown much like the one in the above video.
I'll admit, it was very fun to wear a crown around the school. People should do it more often.
P.S. In case anyone's wondering why I'm a dope fresh prince, it's because I've been known to share many characteristics with Deadpool, whom JARVIS refers to as "My dope-ass fresh prince". But one of the traits I don't share with Deadpool is a foul mouth.

Day 192- My Unsettling, Hyena-Like Laugh

Every night, for the past two weeks, I've been watching this 2-hour block of my three favorite shows. It goes from 7 to 9 every night, and that's what I watch when I say I'm writing. Well, last week it was my three favorite shows, but tonight, they stopped showing Friends and now has this stupid show about this highly sexist, misogynistic father with three daughters. The daughters are so whiny and it's so badly acted that it could be on the Disney channel, whatever it's called now. Like, I only watched it because it was the pilot on tonight. Tomorrow, I'm just going to start TV Time at 7:30.
So, on to my hyena-like laugh.
When I'm alone, I don't refrain from laughing like I usually do around people, and I just let loose. I absolutely cackle. It's so much fun to laugh like that and just not care about who's around.
In case one is wondering, my three favorite shows are as follows for the following reasons:

• Friends; because of it's adorable comedy matched with hilarious romantic undertones, and no, I am not getting those adjectives mixed up. 
• Big Bang Theory; because of its clever jokes and references for the smart and nerdy, and I've already watched Penny break Leonard's heart since 2007, I'm not quitting yet.
• 2 Broke Girls; cause Max and I are soul mates. Plus, someday I want to meet Kat Dennings cause she's already gotten me through so much, and I just want to thank her.

 

Day 191- September 18th: A Big Day In KISSTORY

KISSTORY, for all you greenhorns out there, is the term used for the history of KISS. It's a very logical term, and applies highly to today.
So, I'm scrolling through my Twitter feed, and tweeted by the official KISS Twitter account, the band has 6 official albums with their name on it all released on September 18, and all within 10 years of each other.
Now, some recruits of the KISS Army would probably debate the fact that the four solo albums don't count. Tough toenails. All four have the KISS logo on them and the four makeup designs of the front are widely known as the KISS makeup designs.
So, there are the four solo albums (1978), Lick It Up (1983), and Crazy Nights (1987).
I don't know many recruits of the KISS army, so this isn't saying much, but I am the only person I know who owns all four solo albums. I get bonus points for them all being on vinyl, two of them are on printed vinyl, only one was used, but the biggest disappointment is that eve though I own all four, I only have Peter's part of the poster.

You see, brand new, each album would come with a part of the poster, and you'd collect all four. I did not achieve that. It's a shame, really. It'd be quite a sight to have that hanging up in my basement. It's okay, though. Instead, we have this other rare poster, that came with Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon:

Dad once told me that the doodads in Dark Side Of The Moon were worth more than us kids were. I'm gonna take his word for it.

Day 190- The Time My Life Had Very Little Meaning

Nothing I did today had any sort of meaning. Everything I did was renounced to pointlessness because of my overlooking simple things. I hate days like this. Whole day was wasted.
As a reward for sticking with me through today, I'm going to post links for the first five videos YouTube suggests as my 'Watch Again' videos:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAlj3DUjuh8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgzGwKwLmgM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVxLv4-om6Y
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBoYZqmcZuc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhGov2HQCLQ

Day 189- The Time I Went Through A Minor Styx And Cheese Fixation

There are days when I just have these unshakable cravings. Sometimes it's for a type of food, sometimes it's for a specific song, and heaven help anyone who gets in the way of me listening to that song. Since it's Friday, and that's the day when my room gets vacuumed, I needed to clean, which means sitting around, which means music must be somewhere. As I picked up the first items off my floor, I had an uncontrollable urge to listen to Come Sail Away by Styx. Luckily, I have a Best Of Styx compilation CD in my CD drawer in my room, so my craving was soon satisfied.
After listening to it once, I played it again, but sang along the second time. Then, I played the Cartman version, because that one is just freaking hilarious.
During the first two hours of school, I realized that cheese would be perfect right now. Like, a big slice of American cheese. Or five. Maybe a hunk of cheddar. Possibly even grated Parmesan over a plate of spaghetti.
Third period was nasty. I was going crazy with an urge to listen to Styx, an urge to chow down on cheese, an urge to tell my teacher that the book she picked out as the class novel was stupid and an urge for any food, because all I had for a snack was a really lousy apple.
Unfortunately,I had no cheese in my lunch. Fortunately,Grace had some of those crackers that came in a package with disgusting cheese-flavored goop. I was craving cheese so badly that I didn't even bat an eye when she offered me the orange goop. It was surprisingly satisfying.
Once home, I listened to the entire Styx CD, so that craving was fixed, too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOWK7Tam01M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5MAg_yWsq8

Day 188- Goon Squad

So, there's this kid in school. I didn't know their name, or anything about them (including their gender) until today's pep rally. I had recognized this kid before because they looked exactly like David Bowie. A perfect doppelganger, except a combination of '76 Bowie's haircut and '67 Bowie's face. I had talked about this kid before to my friends, and was pretty excited when I noticed that that kid was going to be talking at today's pep rally.
We walk into the pep rally, (by 'we', I mean Grace, Jack and I) and start looking around at all the available clubs and committees. After we all cram into the gym and watch the introduction video, the football team comes out with the school mascot, and for some reason, they call themselves the 'Goon Squad'. It made no sense, as our school team is not the Goons, nor are they actually a squad, but I appreciated the second Bowie reference in the same room.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GA27aQZCQMk (in case you don't understand the second reference.)
My favorite part about the Goon Squad is that they regularly interrupted the concil's introductions by yelling the word they just said. For example:
"You can sign up over there."
"OVER THERE!" (Yelling, whooping and clapping follow)
You'd think that after 30-some speeches that it would get old. It didn't, surprisingly.

Day 187- Arguing Professionally

Although it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, Grace and I joined the debate team, which is just a way of saying that you're arguing professionally. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I suppose I thought it'd just be fun, and something I could do instead of band. (In case I didn't say, I decided to quit band, because 160$ to join is too much money to do something I didn't even particularly want to do.)
So, debate team. That's a hoot and a half if I ever saw one. For the first half, we learned the terminology and debate styles. In the second half (and for half an hour later) we watched the senior debaters have an example debate. It's the first week, so it's quite interesting to watch all the formats and how these people can come up with highly logical speeches in only ten minutes.
I know it sound nerdy, but think of this:
Is it scarier to put a ball in a net with twenty kids at your side or to give a six minute speech you had ten minutes to prepare for with no one but your team of two of just partner?

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Day 185- Accident Free Since Today

One thing I've always loved about the people on Rockfic.com is that they're all so sweet. As of now, I have gotten 91 reviews on a story that is teetering on the third page of the most recent fics. People are glad that I posted the final chapter to give them closure. Like this one, posted by Slaxl19 (who's like, my new online best friend):
When I saw you'd updated this I was delighted, I'm so happy you decided to give us some closure. Steven's fond reminiscence of Slash's teasing was so cute, and this line "I didn’t complain much; as long as they were sleeping somewhere beautiful," was perfect, so peaceful and tender. And Izzy always knowing how to listen, him sitting their listening and smiling proudly at Steven's sobriety, looking cool as ever, that was so evocative. I find it adorable that Axl only showed up so the five of them could be together again, I'm really liking this more caring vampire version of him. So when you say Izzy 'retired', do you mean he sensed himself about to go rogue like Duff, and killed himself? Or did he get Axl to do it? Joining Slash and Duff's last names was a lovely idea, and the line about them f**king in heaven was a nice bit of humour to lighten up the otherwise very sad yet strangely serene atmosphere. I love the picture at the end, and I loved this story! I really hope you write another GnR fic. Thank you for this!

Come on, who wouldn't want to wake up to that every morning? That's why fanfic writing is so addictive. Well, I actually got this one while I was in shop class, but I still fangirl-freaked out at it and made two people near me read it.
It's really fun to freak out like that.
I feel like that now since I titled this post the way I did, tomorrow's going to bring accidents.
 

Day 184- My New Favorite Rolling Stones Record (Discovered Entirely By Accident)

I seem to be having a lot of accidents these days. Bizarre, isn't it? Well, today, all I wanted to do was come up with a new fanfiction concept. I had one already in the works, but it wasn't going anywhere. It was a bizarre high school, Romeo and Juliet type of thing between Vince Neil and Steven Adler. I might have been able to squeeze a one-shot out of what I had, but it wasn't enough. Then, I started connecting the dots in my head: What would Nikki Sixx be like in high school. Well, he'd probably be kind of like John Bender from The Breakfast Club. Wait, what if Nikki was Bender? And what if Steven was Allison? What if the story was called The Breakfast Crue? What if I'm actually a total genius?
So that's what happened. I started finding similarities between the movie and the members of Motley Crue and GN'R. But enough about my genius. Time for my genius accident.
When I was going through Dad's old Stones albums, I noticed the album Some Girls had a lot of writing on the cover, both front and back; things that could be useful for a Stones fanfic. So, I took it out of the cabinet and put it beside the record player, so that I could properly read over it when I had the time. Plus, it also had the song Beast Of Burden on it, and I love that song. I figured I'd listen to it at some point. As soon as the needle dropped and the music started, I recognized the first song, Miss You, right away. I had heard it before, on the radio station Dad used to play when I was 4. It was one of the only songs I still remembered, as well as one of the only ones I still didn't know what it was. I started freaking out, fangirl-style. I do that whenever I discover songs from my childhood that I never knew were. I did he same thing when I heard D'Yer Mak'er by Led Zeppelin the first time. And the first time I reheard I by KISS. (Turns out, the first KISS song I ever heard was from one of their most disliked albums.)
So, now, Some Girls is my favorite Stones album.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hic-dnps6MU

Day 183- My New Karate Skillz, Which Happened Entirely By Accident

When it comes to physical activity, I am a complete potato. I suck at everything. I have a mean volleyball serve, and I can get a badminton rally going, but beyond that, a potato would play sports better than me. But one thing I am good at is learning from movies. I've learned many things from movies that helped me in everyday life. Can't name any off the top of my head, but tonight, I found one:
See, I like Ralph Macchio. I think he's a great actor. But tonight, specifically, he's great in the first Karate Kid movie. I've seen bits and pieces of the movie before, but never from beginning to end. I've seen enough of it to know the crane kick, so, of course, I tried to mimic it.

You know, except better than in that GIF. By following all the lessons taught in the movie, I taught myself karate. I could protect myself against every one of the punches Melanie threw at me. (Not saying much, I know, but still. Movie-learned skillz are movie-learned skillz.)

Plus, Ralph Macchio. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

Day 182- My Crankiness, Which Happened Entirely By Accident

I stayed up an extra hour and 40 minutes to finish the epilogue for my vampire story. That is all. Tomorrow, I will be cranky. I hope the internet appreciates it.

Day 181- My New Band, Which I Joined Entirely By Accident (September 8)

In protest, Dad kept me downstairs past 9 so we could watch Fawlty Towers. I was bushed afterwards, and just forgot. Anyway...
Yesterday, I was supposed to be joining the concert band. My own plans made me not go. Honor made me go. My plan was to simply go in and look at the music for clarinet. I was more or less pulled in and shoved a clarinet. I meant to be able to go on the bus after I looked at the music. This is not what happened.
I ended up staying for the whole rehearsal, which ended ten minutes early because the humidity and sheer heat in the music room was messing with all the reed instruments.
I'll admit, if Grace hadn't joined band, I probably would have gone on the bus without a second thought. I still don't want to stay in band, just long enough for the pep rally to come and I can see what else goes on around these parts.

Day 180- My New Buddy, Who I Met Entirely By Accident

So, after I walk through the barge of crazy upperclassmen and find my way to homeroom, I see this girl who I believe to be Brin wave at me enthusiastically. I wave back, then sit with other people. Without thinking at all that Brin isn't even in my class anymore, I go to sit next to the new girl. We talked for almost a minute before I realized that she wasn't Brin. This was Grace. She had just moved here from a place two hours away. We hit it off right away. We literally were together all day except for the one period in shop class (which, by the way, I did not want to take. I don't want to be part of the six girls who take apart motors for a whole semester.) but Brin is in my shop class, and she told me that Charlie was back. I still haven't met him, and it's making me crazy.
Grace and Brin are probably going to be the only things saving me from insanity during high school. All the teachers suck, and we're paired with English classes for every class except for math and science. Heck, we already got an assignment in English. Granted, it is a writing assignment, so I can't complain too much, but she wants us to write a letter to her so she can get to know us, but there are so many rules breathing down my neck, I can't breathe.
I freaking hate when writing assignments have so many guidelines like that. Sure, it might make life easier for the slackers, but not for the people who try and write a non-boring piece of literature.
Ugh. Life.

Day 179- I Knew It Would Happen

I probably should have considered the consequences that could have arisen when I finished my vampire story on a cliffhanger. I wanted the people to believe whatever they wanted to believe; that Slash could have shot himself or Izzy. I wanted them to think this because, well, I didn't want to kill either of them. I don't write emotional scenes very well, so I just wanted to leave it at that. But the internet can't accept it like that. They want Duff's backstory. They want more of vampire Duff. They want to know who Slash shot. Selfish pigs. But, after much consideration, the advice from two friends, two online tarot reading and two Magic 8-Ball shakes, I've decided to write an epilogue where Steven is going to visit the graves of his ex-bandmates 15 years later. I've decided that Slash did shoot himself, because him and Duff were star-crossed lovers. Izzy's dead because of the vampire timeline, so only him and Axl are left. I want to make people cry with this epilogue. I want them to rue the day they asked me about death.
On the plus side, they all love me, and can't wait to see my next story.
On the down side, school starts tomorrow. One of my fabulous SnapChat buddies reminded me that we could find out our schedules online.
On the plus side, I didn't see gym class on my schedule!
 
HAPPY ROBERT DANCE!!!

Day 178- Nothing Fixes A Lame Day Like A CJ

 

I published the final chapter of my vampire story this morning and sat around refreshing the page until 11:30. I was just waiting for reviews and trying to capture the moment where I hit 1000 hits:

That's a screenshot of the incredible moment. After it finally hit 1000, I went to have lunch. After lunch, I felt sort of aimless and lost because everyone was playing in the basement, and that sort of takes away from the record-listening experience. So I had a stupid idea, and started to act on it. (HINT: It involves Queen. You'll never guess.) 

Once I started to get writer's block, I started texting CJ to see if she could come over. 30 minutes later, we're hanging out in my room. Just chatting about music and books and YouTube and David Bowie. She stayed for supper, and afterwards, we went to the basement, as per our tradition. We watched a few Bowie movie clips off YouTube, then listened to "Horse Latitudes" by The Doors. (You'll recall that song from Day 3) To finish it off, we watched clips from the Led Zeppelin DVD. We both appreciate Robert Plant's animal magnetism, so that's something we can bond over. 

CJ's just the best, man!

Day 177- The Finale

Today, I finally finished my vampire story. It ended up being 21 chapters long, but the 21st chapter is double the length of any other chapter, cause there were that many loose ends to tie up. Even still, I think people will still be upset at how it ends.
You see, I had to decide what happens to Slash. His soul mate has just been brutally murdered and his band is down to just him and the drummer. He has no money, no job and no prospective career. He also has a gun in his hand and a clear shot of the man who murdered his boyfriend, even though it was to save his life. The final scene of the chapter is when Slash is telling Izzy that it's okay, while raising the gun. Steven is screaming for him to stop, then there's a bang and the story ends.
I know I'm going to get so many people asking if he killed himself or Izzy. To be honest, I don't even know what happens. I don't really want to know what happens. In my plan, Slash wasn't in love with Duff anymore when Duff was shot. In the story, he very much still was. I think I'm just going to leave it as is, then make a new chapter if need be.

On a different topic, there's only two more days of freedom, then I go back to the school grind. Last night, I actually had an asthma attack from how nervous I was. And I haven't had an asthma attack since I was 10.

Day 176- Zeppelin Therapy

As the new school year is getting dangerously close, I am trying to fit in all the music and... well... music into the remaining 3 days as possible. I started off the day by coming down to the basement to continue with my KISS binge. I ended up giving up on that binge after the 6th album, because I was sick of putting on the record, then getting called upstairs to do something.
After raking our unnaturally big lawn of all dead grass, I was just in a lousy mood, and needed something to make me a happy Kat. So, the only logical answer was Zeppelin therapy.
Zeppelin therapy is a concept I came up with a summer or two ago. What happens is you put the first side of the unnamed album on the player. You either sit quietly and listen or head-bang and scream your way through "Black Dog" and "Rock And Roll". Then, you operatically sing through "The Battle Of Evermore", whether or not you can actually sing, but being sure to sit down between the speakers of the player. Finally, you sing along to "Stairway To Heaven", but you dance around like you're in a musical for it. That concludes Zeppelin therapy, but there is an extended version: After "Stairway To Heaven" concludes, you switch the record out for "Physical Graffiti", and play "Trampled Underfoot" as loud as the other people in the house will let you. However, for that song, you do not sing along; you only scream out "Talkin' 'bout love!" when it is appropriate to do so. For the song, you dance around like a monkey on meth. I recommend hanging upside down between the speakers during the instrumental break. You wouldn't believe it, but for some reason, the instrumental break sounds like it's upside-down. Not in reverse, mind you, but upside-down.
Zeppelin therapy is best performed in a solitary room. There ought to be a couch or chair to jump up on when you feel the need.
The only way to make it better is to have a live performance being played on a large screen in front of an area where you can dance. If this is your preferred option, darken the room, so that the only light you can see is the golden rays of Robert Plant's beautiful hair.

In case you're wondering, I wasn't on anything as I wrote this post; but I was extremely tired, and a little cranky.

Day 175- The Second Day Of My Bowie Binge

I was about halfway through my Bowie binge when I woke up this morning, and when I come up with a stupid idea, I stick to it, so I went back down to the basement and started up the player. 9 albums later, I had listened to all 21 Bowie albums that I owned. Even though I woke up at 6 and started my binge at 6:10, I still didn't finish until 3:13 pm. I was sort of relieved, and also feeling an odd sense of pride. I actually saw something all the way through to the end.
By that time, I was working on my vampire story. I've been doing nothing but listening to music and writing it for almost two days now. It's just that I'm so close to finishing it. I was working on chapter 20 when I noticed the time and thought that it was about time I blog.
I'm trying to come up with a good plot for my next epic fanfic. I'm feeling like something Motley Crue. I haven't written anything with them yet, but I really want to. Maybe I'll just start with something fun, like most of the Crue one-shots I read. Namely, the one where Nikki and Tommy pull all sorts of pranks, or the one where Tommy gets caught cross-dressing, or the one where Nikki and Vince are turned into girls. They're all hilarious.
 
I think it's safe to say that the Crue have made it onto my list of favorite bands.

Day 174- Bowie Binge

As I have 8 new Bowie albums to listen to, I picked today as the perfect time to listen to them, as it was raining today. But not just the new 8 albums, oh, no. Since I've got all but 7 albums out of 28, I decided to listen to my entire Bowie collection. I started around 10 this morning, because that's when I had finished watching "Creed" for the first time. (That movie pains me on a spiritual level) From his very first, self-titled album, I went through Space Oddity, The Man Who Sold The World, Hunky Dory, T.R.A.F.O.Z.S.A.T.S.F.M, Aladdin Sane, Pin Ups, Diamond Dogs, Young Americans, Station To Station and I'm currently about halfway through "Heroes". (I don't have Low, nor have I seen it available in stores; it's probably going to be my new Hunky Dory)
I've been doing all this in a new Bowie 3/4 sleeved shirt that I found in a Walmart for $3. And at the same time, writing my vampire story, catching up on blog posts and reading GOT.

Now, if only I could come up with a way to avoid high school starting next week.

Day 173- Riding With The Zeppelin (August 31)

As we only had 10 hours to drive on the 31st, we could sleep the whole night and enjoy the continental breakfast, a rarity on long drive days. The only difference is that on this long drive, Dad wouldn't let us watch movies. He said he wanted to listen to local radio. We had already gone through the Hotel Transylvania series and Pixels by that time, so I was a little ready to just settle back and write on my iPod. I got a whole chapter of my vampire story written (chapter 16, I believe), but then I just sat and sang along to the radio, because that's kind of my thing. I like to sing, but I don't always do it in public.
We got Subway for lunch, which was our only pit stop. (I swear, you could pay me for murder with Subway subs.)
After another hour or two of radio, I asked if I could watch "The Song Remains The Same" on the screen. Dad told me we only had two hours left to drive, which I argued by saying the movie was only two hours long. It was agreed I could watch it, providing I use the brain-squeezing wireless headphones. Wasn't a problem for me; time always flies when I'm watching Percy do his thing. I skipped the bits where there wasn't any music playing, and mainly focused on the concert bits, so I could hear "Stairway To Heaven" all the way through. I got a little worried at "Dazed And Confused", because that version is over 20 minutes long, and we were almost home. "Stairway" was the next song up. I practically fan girl-squealed when I saw the skyline opening and the words I've come to associate with the clip: "I think this is a song of hope." (A while back, before I owned the movie, I watched that clip on YouTube before I went to sleep every night)
I clutched my travel pillow the whole time, just focusing on Robert's motions and Jimmy's fingers. When the song ended and "Moby Dick" started up, we got to about the start of the solo, then Dad turned it off. I muttered something along the lines of: "Lucky you didn't stop it in the middle of Stairway, or I'd be pitching a fit."
Once the van had been unpacked, I brought all my records and CDs to the basement and loaded all the Bowie CDs I own into the player for the next day. I opened up the laptop Jon had given me and loaded Dr. Feelgood onto the player. Just for a few giggles, I took a selfie with it and sent it to CJ with the caption: "Hanging with my Crue."
We had a very pleasant conversation after that, and agreed that we had to meet up before school starts on the 7th.
This has to be the most I could ever post on a driving day.

Day 172- Short Post, Cause Even I Can't Make Death Funny (August 30)

On the 30th, my family went back to Montreal from the limbo between Montreal and Ottawa we had been staying in. Uncle Anthony's funeral was that day. First, we took the subway to a really pricey winter jacket store. The first one I liked had only one problem: that it wouldn't be possible to fit it into my locker at school, and I'd be getting frustrated. Then, I found a smaller one that didn't go down to my knees. It turned out to be a man's jacket, so I opted instead for the woman's version of that style. I didn't like it as much, but it did look better on me.
After the jacket store, we took the subway back to the van and got changed into our funeral garb. THEN, took the subway to the funeral home. It was a room full of people who knew me, but I didn't have a clue in heaven who they were. I got kissed on the cheek by at least two unknown relatives and kissed by two who I did know. I found out my cousin had a baby. Then, I sat awkwardly with my siblings as Angie went around bragging about my status as an author to everyone in sight.
That night, we drove to a city two hours past Montreal, so we'd be two hours closer to home.

Day 171- Gosh-Darned Tyrone! (August 29)

Angie, my totally badass "aunt" and godmother is a teacher at a high school. She is by far the best person I know. Hands down. But she's also a quiet kind of evil.
See, we had very little to do on Monday, so she brought us to her classroom to get it ready. Melanie decorated the chalk boards, Alan re-arranged the desks, Jon fixed the projector and I filled the candy jar. While we were there, Angie remembered about the two robot babies she had for the parenting classes she used to teach. These are the kind of robot babies that cry if you don't feed or change them, then grade you on how well you parented. Melanie, of course, wanted to try.
The baby we brought home was named Tyrone. He was evil. He cried every 5 minutes, on the dot. Every time he started crying, one of us would yell "GOSH DARN IT, TYRONE!" because it was just that irritating. I was trying to unlock all the songs on Guitar Hero: Aerosmith, because I had already beaten the game and they only had 14 of the 40+ songs, so I played the game all the way through and only had to re-play songs 4 times. I ended up beating their game, then used all my hard-earned virtul money to buy songs that couldn't be unlocked for free.
I still hear Tyrone's screeching in my nightmares.

Day 170- PUHRAIIISE JEESUS! (August 28)

As we were near Ottawa, we decided to have a chuckle or two and go visit Avril and Maureen one more time. Since it was Sunday, and they have a habit of sleeping in, we went to our old church to see how exactly they redid the entrance. One thing I noticed is that church is a lot more enjoyable when there's an actual band and good singers in the choir. The church here has priests that drone on and on, and the single piano with tone-deaf kids singing. The church in Ottawa has got a piano, a guitar and an electric bass. And the songs didn't sound like church songs; they sounded like Christian Rock, if that's a thing. So, that's cool.
We went to visit Avril and Maureen after that. Played Grounders on the playground equipment, played Spoons and Apples To Apples, all that jazz. Basically a rerun of the last time we visited them, except without fireworks at the end.

Day 169- My Guitar Heroics (August 27)

My "cousin" Cindy and I are so alike, it's uncanny. Everyone says so. We've got the same hair, the same face, the same basic personality, the same mannerisms, the same height and even the same style. The only big difference between us is that she's 24, and I'm 14. We're both writers and readers and really into classic rock and the like.
I love talking with her, because we can actually have intelligent conversations about literature. She can match me in Pokemon knowledge, Disney trivia and it's challenging to beat her in Guitar Hero.
We had a great game of it, with her on Expert and me on Medium, because it was my first go using the actual guitar controller, as I've only ever used the Wii Remote.
But I love Cindy, she is the absolute bomb. But that wasn't the highlight of my day.
The highlight was when Dad took me to downtown Ottawa to find him some dressy clothes for the funeral, with a few pit stops at Vertigo Records, Chapters and HMV. Mainly to find Hunky Dory, which I now knew existed somewhere, because Angie had it on vinyl.
Vertigo Records didn't yield any Hunky Dory fruits, but I still walked out of there with The Honey Drippers' Volume 1, Van Halen's 5150, The John Lennon Collection and Motely Crue's Dr. Feelgood on vinyl, as well as 4 used Bowie CDs and GNR's Use Your Illusion II.
In Chapters, I sweet talked Dad into getting me the GOT collection. I think I used the fact that he wouldn't let me get Nikki Sixx's The Heroin Diaries to my advantage.
I walked into HMV with a strict and direct plan: find Hunky Dory. After a quick glance at the t-shirts, I made my way to the bizarrely extensive Bowie selection of CDs. No Hunky Dory, I pulled out 2 albums I didn't have yet. There were others, but I didn't quite want to venture into electro-Bowie before I rounded out my early Bowie. I went to the records, all the while making a point to gag at the JB records that wormed their way in. Nothing except Blackstar, and I'm getting that one last. As I turned around in defeat, there it was! All alone on a display of other rare Bowie CDs that I already had. I did a happy dance right there in the HMV, and totally didn't care about being stared at, because I finally found Hunky Dory!

Day 168- The Worst Hour Of My Life (August 26)

I forgot to mention in the last post that we were supposed to leave for back home on the 26th, but obviously, we didn't. We were told that Uncle Anthony's funeral was going to be on Tuesday, and my "aunt" Angie offered to let us stay with her until Tuesday, so that's what we did. Unfortunately, she was still in New Jersey with two of her kids, and wouldn't be back until after we went to bed.
So, we ended up going hiking with her husband, Rob.
He's got a knowledge about all the best hiking trails around his house, so we went hiking.
For the record, I hate hiking. I would rather listen to a playlist of Justin Beiber and Nikki Minaj for a solid 24 hours than hike. If that doesn't convey how much I hate hiking, nothing will.
We hiked on a man-made trail around this place called Pink Lake. It was just stairs all the way around. So many bleeping stairs. They never ended. Never.

Day 167- Writing For My Loyal Band Of Nerds (August 25)

On my second day in Saint-Saveur, a little town a few miles away from Montreal, we decided that a second day at the water park wasn't going to happen, so we went shopping instead. Shopping for sneakers. As a non-girly girl who didn't need sneakers, I just couldn't wait to be done. Clothes shopping is by far the most tedious activity I could partake in. Clothes today all follow the same generic, basic girl style. That's why I always look for clothes in thrift shops. They have different stuff that you'd never expect, but enough of my hipster rant.
After we finished the dreary shopping, we went for ribs for lunch, then back to the motel room. It was a really big room, so Melanie and I got our own room.
As there was very little else to do, I got out Jon's laptop and kept writing my vampire story. I ended up writing quite a few chapters and published two that night. I make it a policy to publish one chapter every night, so this was unheard of. I just wrote, and spun on the spinny chair and listened to Motley Crue's Theater Of Pain, because that was the only Crue album I had ever heard before, and wanted my Crue experience to come from vinyl first.
All in all, my loyal band of nerds left me a combined 9 reviews for the two chapters.

Day 166- Too Many Lines (August 24)

I have never been a fan of standing in line. I don't think anyone ever has. But imagine this: Disney World-length lines at a small water park built on a mountain. On a hot day. On a hot and sunny day, where all the rides are spread out over a mile of mountain. They were great rides, don't get me wrong, but for some rides, there was nearly an hour wait. For others, there was over an hour. As fun as all the rides were, standing around on hot cement for an hour isn't fun.
Beyond that, there was this one ride that I went on three times, which is a lot for this park. You put on a helmet and sit in a tube. Once in the tube, you go down a little slide and end up in a basin with ropes along the edges to pull yourself to the next slide. This pattern continues for about ten basins. It was a lot of fun, but minor whiplash was imminent.
I could go on to explain the other rides, but they weren't really worth it.
That night, we went to a local joint called Moe's. They're famous for their giant bowls of spaghetti with meat on top. Everyone else in the family got some sort of wimpy meal, but Alan and I got the Spaghetti A La Moe's. It was an enormous bowl, and I saved the family honor by finishing it.
If you didn't know, I'm a minor glutton and it just doesn't feel right when I leave food on my plate at a restaurant; it destroys the family honor. So I protect it and finish, no matter how full I am. I power through.

Day 165- My Most Sincere Apologies To The Internet (August 23)

First and foremost, I would like to give my most sincere apologies to the internet for neglecting to explain myself beforehand. On the 23rd, I ended up going to Montreal on a surprise trip. It wasn't planned for weeks or months, it was just "Kids, we're going to Montreal on Tuesday. Pack for three days." So, that's what happened. We drove the 12 hours to Montreal on Tuesday, pausing once for gas.
You see, my uncle Anthony has cancer, so we were going down to see him one last time before he died. Two years ago, we didn't get to see my great grandmother before she died, so now, we absolutely had to go see him.
We got to Montreal at about 6. Dad went in to see him, then came back to the van and told us that he was going downhill fast, and he only wanted Mom to see him. So, we sat in the van and waited. Then, we went to a BBQ joint for some sandwiches.
The next morning, we found out he had died three hours after we left.