Even though I declared last year to be my final year to go trick-or-treating, I still partook in the first half of this year's voyage, just to be part of the 4-part costume. My family went as the four Pac-Man ghosts, and Dad accompanied us with a Pac-Man mask. I didn't really want to go trick-or-treating, but it was bonus candy, and the mask was already made.
So, I went to the places that we walked to, before we drove to part 2. I decided, amongst the misty rain that I wasn't going to go with everyone to part 2. The person closest to my age was Alan. The next person was in 6th grade.
So, I took off my mask once we went back to the house to empty the bags for part 2. I stayed and Dad put on my mask so that the 4 ghosts were going around. I stayed home, eating chips and watching "2 Broke Girls" (Kat Dennings is my home girl!).
It was glorious.
Tomorrow is the first day of November, so I'm going to start being really irritable and stressed. Sorry if that leaks into my blog posts.
P.S. Brin punched a sexist pig kid in tech today. He was going on and on about how much better at everything he was than us girls. I am proud to say that I didn't hold her back. Since he was wearing his safety glasses (to keep his eyes safe), instead of hitting his eye, the glasses hit the bone underneath, so it's all swollen. S***head deserved it. I've been wanting to punch him in the face all year.
P.P.S. I took part in the runway costume contest during lunch, wearing my "Larry The Cable Guy" costume. I lined danced for my dance number.
P.P.P.S. The host for the contest was this kid named Jacob. I saw him the first day of school, and was unsure if he was male or female, knowing only that he looked exactly like David Bowie. Long story short, he's really cute, but also really gay. He hosted the contest dressed in full drag. Which sucks for me, because he's freaking hot as a girl, and as a guy. Why is it possible for bi people to be attracted to people when they look like two completely different individuals? Not only that, but he's much older, and gay. Life is difficult.
P.P.P.P.S. Jacob is fabulous.
Monday, 31 October 2016
Sunday, 30 October 2016
Day 233- Walkin' With The Zeppelin
I sweet-talked my way out of having to go skating with the family today. The catch was that I had to go on a walk. Not a big deal, but I turned it into one.
I used to love walking up the hill, listening to my music on my tiny 2gb iPod, just watching the world slowly go by as music filled my ears and I stood on the cliff at the top. But me, being a genius decided to take that path to go meet up with Angus every time we went on a walk.
I had to go on a walk, so I decided to stop being a weenie and to just go up the hill again. I was wearing my trusty red sweatshirt, my trusty Santa hat, carrying my trusty iPod. It was playing Eric Carr's Eyes Of Love. (RIP Eric.) There was a slight breeze as I started the trek up, a spring in my step as I sang along to the music. The song finished, then I switched to The Doors' Wintertime Love. I was about halfway up the hill by then, so I switched it to Stairway To Heaven. (I will FIGHT whoever trash-talks Stairway. I have tons of pent-up rage; come at me, bro.)
I know the format of Stairway very well. I also know how to use it to make maximum emotions. I slowly walked up to my favorite spot, getting there as soon as "when I look to the west" verse started. I stayed there until the tempo switch, at which time I started making my way back home. When the solo hit, I started running like a ninja, no slowing down or breathing heavier until the solo style switched. During the final half of the solo, and the last verse, I slowed to almost not moving. There was one more song I had to go through before I got home: Can You Feel It by Eric Carr. I love spinning around as I walk during specific parts of the chorus of that song. It ended as soon as I walked in the door.
And that, my friends, is how you walk a Kat.
(Puns!)
I used to love walking up the hill, listening to my music on my tiny 2gb iPod, just watching the world slowly go by as music filled my ears and I stood on the cliff at the top. But me, being a genius decided to take that path to go meet up with Angus every time we went on a walk.
I had to go on a walk, so I decided to stop being a weenie and to just go up the hill again. I was wearing my trusty red sweatshirt, my trusty Santa hat, carrying my trusty iPod. It was playing Eric Carr's Eyes Of Love. (RIP Eric.) There was a slight breeze as I started the trek up, a spring in my step as I sang along to the music. The song finished, then I switched to The Doors' Wintertime Love. I was about halfway up the hill by then, so I switched it to Stairway To Heaven. (I will FIGHT whoever trash-talks Stairway. I have tons of pent-up rage; come at me, bro.)
I know the format of Stairway very well. I also know how to use it to make maximum emotions. I slowly walked up to my favorite spot, getting there as soon as "when I look to the west" verse started. I stayed there until the tempo switch, at which time I started making my way back home. When the solo hit, I started running like a ninja, no slowing down or breathing heavier until the solo style switched. During the final half of the solo, and the last verse, I slowed to almost not moving. There was one more song I had to go through before I got home: Can You Feel It by Eric Carr. I love spinning around as I walk during specific parts of the chorus of that song. It ended as soon as I walked in the door.
And that, my friends, is how you walk a Kat.
(Puns!)
Saturday, 29 October 2016
Day 232- That Time I Ate Premature Chocolate
I love chocolate. I think you know I love chocolate. Netta, my second favorite relative, gave me chocolate today, so I am happy.
Along with chocolate, I had donair-flavored pizza, and chicken wings. (If y'all don't know what a donair is, go somewhere with donairs, ya greenhorn! Donairs are beef, and onions and tomatoes and mushrooms wrapped together in a sweet sauce, and it is the best thing God ever blessed this Earth with.)
If this post is unclear, I was dragged along to Alan's stupid hockey game two hours away. I read the whole time, and there was wifi, but I'm still upset about it.
John really needs this computer, so only a short post tonight. Sorry!
Along with chocolate, I had donair-flavored pizza, and chicken wings. (If y'all don't know what a donair is, go somewhere with donairs, ya greenhorn! Donairs are beef, and onions and tomatoes and mushrooms wrapped together in a sweet sauce, and it is the best thing God ever blessed this Earth with.)
If this post is unclear, I was dragged along to Alan's stupid hockey game two hours away. I read the whole time, and there was wifi, but I'm still upset about it.
John really needs this computer, so only a short post tonight. Sorry!
Friday, 28 October 2016
Day 231- Days Off
Since we had a day off school today, I took the opportunity to read more of the giant book. I'm currently on page 700, and it's really starting to get interesting.
Besides that, I kept going through farewelltokings's archives on Rockfic. They put up a new story today, and I left the first (and most likely only) review. When they answered, they mentionned a previous story of theirs. I'm currently on the last chapter of this mysterious tale.
On another really happy note, I left a review on a story by Slaxl19 (the one who leaves really long, intricately detailed reviews that I love getting) and she answered, bringing up the fact that she was sorry for not keeping up with my fic, but that she'd binge-read when she got the time.
Bonus note:
Ever have a craving for a specific artist? I do. Today, I had an unquenchable craving for some early, real heavy Van Halen. Stuff with Dave screaming, and Eddie doing that thing he does with his guitar.
Last note (Promise): The only thing better than fanfiction is when it is no longer fiction. Namely, Dirxst is totally cannon! (If you don't understand those words, Dirk=Geddy, Lerxst=Alex, Dirk+Lerxst=Dirxst. Cannon=reality)
Don't believe me? Look at this unphotoshopped photographic proof:
Y'all can't deny that!
(Dirxst, Sluff, Jimbert, Jay FOREVER!)
Besides that, I kept going through farewelltokings's archives on Rockfic. They put up a new story today, and I left the first (and most likely only) review. When they answered, they mentionned a previous story of theirs. I'm currently on the last chapter of this mysterious tale.
On another really happy note, I left a review on a story by Slaxl19 (the one who leaves really long, intricately detailed reviews that I love getting) and she answered, bringing up the fact that she was sorry for not keeping up with my fic, but that she'd binge-read when she got the time.
Bonus note:
Ever have a craving for a specific artist? I do. Today, I had an unquenchable craving for some early, real heavy Van Halen. Stuff with Dave screaming, and Eddie doing that thing he does with his guitar.
Last note (Promise): The only thing better than fanfiction is when it is no longer fiction. Namely, Dirxst is totally cannon! (If you don't understand those words, Dirk=Geddy, Lerxst=Alex, Dirk+Lerxst=Dirxst. Cannon=reality)
Don't believe me? Look at this unphotoshopped photographic proof:
Y'all can't deny that!
(Dirxst, Sluff, Jimbert, Jay FOREVER!)
Thursday, 27 October 2016
Day 230- My Adventures Of Smart-Assing
The theme of today's spirit day was "Twin Day". Generally, it's implied that "Twin Day" means you dress up in the same clothing as someone else. Since I didn't have anyone to dress up like, I decided I would just wear my trusty baseball cap. My trusty baseball cap featuring the logo and team name of the Minnesota Twins. Bingo.
You can expect I wore the hat all day, using my skillz as a debater to prove anyone who told me otherwise.
"Is not the point of spirit week to partake in the school spirit by wearing the selected costumes? By ordering me to remove my partaking of spirit week not only hypocritical, but redundant?"
Only one teacher actually told me t take it off, and I used my smart-assing to weasel out of it.
And now to post the link to the video that shows up first in my suggested videos on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipqqEFoJPL4
You can expect I wore the hat all day, using my skillz as a debater to prove anyone who told me otherwise.
"Is not the point of spirit week to partake in the school spirit by wearing the selected costumes? By ordering me to remove my partaking of spirit week not only hypocritical, but redundant?"
Only one teacher actually told me t take it off, and I used my smart-assing to weasel out of it.
And now to post the link to the video that shows up first in my suggested videos on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipqqEFoJPL4
Wednesday, 26 October 2016
Day 229- I'm Not Nuts, I'm Condiments; I've Been Promoted!
By far one of my favorite things about the A-Team is Murdock. He's not only my favorite TV character, but he's also one of my favorite people in general. My intention of becoming a pilot dawned when I first watched that show. But enough of starting off-topic.
I reached page 350/1051 of the giant book today, which I find very disconcerting. I reached page 200 when I got on the bus this morning. I was on page 300 when I got home from school. Over the 5 periods of class today, I read for most or all of four of them.
1st period: English; actual work done, read 5-10 pages.
2nd period: Science; mini test happened, easily read 20-30 pages.
3rd period: Social Studies; puzzled over worksheet, read 15-25 pages.
4th period: Math; mini quiz, read 10 or so pages.
5th period: French; already finished all the work, read whatever number brought my tally to 300.
After I filled my quota when I got home, I needed to update "Crashing And Burning", so I finished the absurdly long chapter and got it up. It's now 9pm, so I'm blogging. While most of my comrades are probably at the Halloween dance, I'm preparing myself to write fanfiction for Wishmas, because I haven't even started, and I will have literally no time to write once November hits.
I reached page 350/1051 of the giant book today, which I find very disconcerting. I reached page 200 when I got on the bus this morning. I was on page 300 when I got home from school. Over the 5 periods of class today, I read for most or all of four of them.
1st period: English; actual work done, read 5-10 pages.
2nd period: Science; mini test happened, easily read 20-30 pages.
3rd period: Social Studies; puzzled over worksheet, read 15-25 pages.
4th period: Math; mini quiz, read 10 or so pages.
5th period: French; already finished all the work, read whatever number brought my tally to 300.
After I filled my quota when I got home, I needed to update "Crashing And Burning", so I finished the absurdly long chapter and got it up. It's now 9pm, so I'm blogging. While most of my comrades are probably at the Halloween dance, I'm preparing myself to write fanfiction for Wishmas, because I haven't even started, and I will have literally no time to write once November hits.
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Day 228- Let It Be Said
Firstly, let it be said that I'm an idiot.
Secondly, let it be said that I never turn down a challenge when it involves reading.
Thirdly, let it be said that I'm very dedicated to my fanfiction followers.
Fourthly, let it be said that I never miss posting on my blog if I can help it.
What happens when all these thing are put together?
I, an idiot, took a challenge to read the 1051-page memoir of a Canadian Prime Minister before the 1st of November. I also want to post another chapter of my fanfiction sooner rather than later because NaNoWriMo is starting soon, and I don't want to go a whole month without updating. I am also blogging right now instead of doing those two things because it has to be done every day.
As a reward for putting up with me, here is the first picture that shows up when I open Pinterest:
Pinterest yielded Bowie.
Secondly, let it be said that I never turn down a challenge when it involves reading.
Thirdly, let it be said that I'm very dedicated to my fanfiction followers.
Fourthly, let it be said that I never miss posting on my blog if I can help it.
What happens when all these thing are put together?
I, an idiot, took a challenge to read the 1051-page memoir of a Canadian Prime Minister before the 1st of November. I also want to post another chapter of my fanfiction sooner rather than later because NaNoWriMo is starting soon, and I don't want to go a whole month without updating. I am also blogging right now instead of doing those two things because it has to be done every day.
As a reward for putting up with me, here is the first picture that shows up when I open Pinterest:
Pinterest yielded Bowie.
Monday, 24 October 2016
Day 227- More Emo Ramlings
I can remember the days where I'd be smiling all day. Those were the days when someone would hold my hand. The days when we would kiss behind bushes. The days when I thought I could actually love someone. No more than two months later, those days came to a screeching halt. Misunderstandings tore us apart. I cried for hours. I don't know if he ever thought how much he hurt me. If he ever gave me a second thought. He cared more about his reputation than me. I let myself get too close to someone I should have known would hurt me. I see him every day now. He doesn't see me. I hear him talk about football and remember. I see the sheet metal store we used to walk past and laugh about. I still carry the rock I picked up on our first date. I want to throw the rock far away; over a bridge, into a dumpster, but I can't bring myself to.
All I want is for him to tell me what was going through his mind when I asked him to go on a walk with me and he answered by breaking up with me. I want to know who he broke up with me for. If I'm honest, I want CJ to slap him again.
I see happy couples everywhere. I have one waiting for me. Somewhere. He's waiting for me. I know his name. He cares about me. But life seems to want to keep me miserable.
Even my fanfiction is getting denser. Here is an excerpt from the last chapter of "Crashing And Burning":
Tears were coming to my eyes and memories were coming to mind. Memories I had pushed down and promised myself I would never bring up again. I hadn’t broken the promise. Jimmy f**king Page had. He dredged them up.
I started pressing a fingernail into my palm to fight back the tears. It was a strategy I had come up with to numb pain without slitting my wrists. When I started feeling a pinch in the nerves in my palm, I let off the pressure.
Man, you said you weren’t going to do that anymore. It’s gonna f**k up your hand.
“I don’t care. I don’t care.” I muttered. The flashbacks came vividly. Being pulled into a dark room. I couldn’t see anything; that was what was the scariest part. It was just sensations. The large hands on my body, poking and prodding, grasping and squeezing. If I fought back, there would be a stinging swat somewhere. If I fought back too hard, the belt was turned around and I would feel the buckle biting into the skin on my back. I learned to hold still. Make no noise, don’t move, it’ll be over soon. Over soon.
Over soon. “I thought it was over. It isn’t over. Why isn’t it f**king over?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
My heart just hurts. I hate that the only person I trust enough to cry in the presence of I haven't seen in months. I hate how I can't be my honest self with anyone. I hate the negativity that surrounds me every waking minute; coming from myself and the people around me. To combat the negativity, I just try to be a happy little sunshine at school, It doesn't work. Nothing works. The teachers are crabby, the kids are all "ugh, I hate school. I should just kill myself." It's really hard to keep a positive mentality when you're surrounded by that day-in and day-out.
I've been watching the same Rush movie as last night. Three hours now, and I've been crying off and on the entire time. Everything wonderful in my life was torn away. What have I got left?
If I could just, like, have a hug from CJ, that's all I need. I miss you, man.
All I want is for him to tell me what was going through his mind when I asked him to go on a walk with me and he answered by breaking up with me. I want to know who he broke up with me for. If I'm honest, I want CJ to slap him again.
I see happy couples everywhere. I have one waiting for me. Somewhere. He's waiting for me. I know his name. He cares about me. But life seems to want to keep me miserable.
Even my fanfiction is getting denser. Here is an excerpt from the last chapter of "Crashing And Burning":
Tears were coming to my eyes and memories were coming to mind. Memories I had pushed down and promised myself I would never bring up again. I hadn’t broken the promise. Jimmy f**king Page had. He dredged them up.
I started pressing a fingernail into my palm to fight back the tears. It was a strategy I had come up with to numb pain without slitting my wrists. When I started feeling a pinch in the nerves in my palm, I let off the pressure.
Man, you said you weren’t going to do that anymore. It’s gonna f**k up your hand.
“I don’t care. I don’t care.” I muttered. The flashbacks came vividly. Being pulled into a dark room. I couldn’t see anything; that was what was the scariest part. It was just sensations. The large hands on my body, poking and prodding, grasping and squeezing. If I fought back, there would be a stinging swat somewhere. If I fought back too hard, the belt was turned around and I would feel the buckle biting into the skin on my back. I learned to hold still. Make no noise, don’t move, it’ll be over soon. Over soon.
Over soon. “I thought it was over. It isn’t over. Why isn’t it f**king over?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
My heart just hurts. I hate that the only person I trust enough to cry in the presence of I haven't seen in months. I hate how I can't be my honest self with anyone. I hate the negativity that surrounds me every waking minute; coming from myself and the people around me. To combat the negativity, I just try to be a happy little sunshine at school, It doesn't work. Nothing works. The teachers are crabby, the kids are all "ugh, I hate school. I should just kill myself." It's really hard to keep a positive mentality when you're surrounded by that day-in and day-out.
I've been watching the same Rush movie as last night. Three hours now, and I've been crying off and on the entire time. Everything wonderful in my life was torn away. What have I got left?
If I could just, like, have a hug from CJ, that's all I need. I miss you, man.
Sunday, 23 October 2016
Day 226- Various Questions
As I'm writing this post, I'm watching a recording of a 2002 Rush concert. I've never seen a Rush concert before, nor have I heard anything about what goes on at a Rush concert. Therefore, I have a few questions for anyone who knows the answers:
- Those things they have in their ears; are they plugs to make the noise less noisy, or are they just old-guy gizmos?
- The CGI dragon flying around on a screen behind them...?
- Why is Mr. Potato Head on top of Lerxst's amp?
- Where did the nickname Lerxst come from anyway?
- Why are there laundry machines onstage?
- Why is there an excessive amount of fire?
- How the heck does Peart play 360-degree drums?
- Why all the guitar switches?
- Why are there laundry machines onstage?
- Are Geddy's glasses to help with vision, or are they just sunglasses as part of his image?
- How does anyone do that with a bass?
- Why is Rush so underrated?
- Why does Geddy's ass look so good in jeans?
- How can they look so iconic by wearing exactly what I'm wearing right now?
- Why are there laundry machines onstage?
- How do you pronounce "Peart"?
- Why does Neil Peart look so much like Tom Hanks?
- Why can't there be any bands as lyrically creative and musically talented as Rush today?
- When is their next album coming out? (Probably the same time as me.)
- How can Geddy handle vocals, bass and keyboards, almost always doing two of those things?
- HOW?
And that concludes my brief amount of questions.
P.S. I wrote down all these questions off the top of my head while watching the first three songs of the second half of the movie "Rush In Rio".
P.P.S. These aren't rhetorical questions. If people have answers, I really want to know.
Saturday, 22 October 2016
Day 225- 9 1/2 Hours Later
John and I decided to burn a DVD today, but all the footage we were putting on it wasn't as ideal for DVD burning as it should have been. What should have only taken 7.8 hours turned into 9.5. I sat next to the laptop that was burning the DVD for 9.5 hours. Sometimes scrolling through stuff on my iPod, sometimes watching funny things the members of Rush did.
After the 9.5 hours, the burning didn't even work anyway.
As a different point, last night's chapter of "Crashing And Burning" got the most reviews in one night ever. 5 reviews and 1 addition to a review from the time I went to bed at 11 to when I woke up at 6. It was also my longest chapter by far. I jam-packed it with hilarity, plot twists and references. I even snuck in the possibility of Eric Clapton showing up as a war general.
I love getting reviews in the morning. It boosts me up for the day. Here are a few quotes from them:
"Squee! Yay yay yay! *jumpy claps* and ha! Stevie the sweet little vacant marshmallow introducing Jimmy to Stacy... so f***ing cute!"
"You're making my little fan girl heart soar, my dear Elder! Did I already tell you I love this? Course I did! And I do! You're a gem!"
"Bold and Italics cracked me up in this chapter!"
"Love how starstruck Axl is."
"And I am so envious of your story writing!"
"Everything!!"
After the 9.5 hours, the burning didn't even work anyway.
As a different point, last night's chapter of "Crashing And Burning" got the most reviews in one night ever. 5 reviews and 1 addition to a review from the time I went to bed at 11 to when I woke up at 6. It was also my longest chapter by far. I jam-packed it with hilarity, plot twists and references. I even snuck in the possibility of Eric Clapton showing up as a war general.
I love getting reviews in the morning. It boosts me up for the day. Here are a few quotes from them:
"Squee! Yay yay yay! *jumpy claps* and ha! Stevie the sweet little vacant marshmallow introducing Jimmy to Stacy... so f***ing cute!"
"You're making my little fan girl heart soar, my dear Elder! Did I already tell you I love this? Course I did! And I do! You're a gem!"
"Bold and Italics cracked me up in this chapter!"
"Love how starstruck Axl is."
"And I am so envious of your story writing!"
"Everything!!"
Friday, 21 October 2016
Day 224- La De Da
You ever have those days that are just so non-descript that if they never happened, it wouldn't matter? That was basically today. Everything I accomplished could have easily happened any other day. I worked on Crashing And Burning, Brin and I finished our shop project, and John and I decided to record a VHS tape.
The day itself wasn't as bad as the rest of the week.
That sorta makes me happy.
So do mashed potatoes.
The day itself wasn't as bad as the rest of the week.
That sorta makes me happy.
So do mashed potatoes.
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Day 223- Dishes
The happiest I felt today was while doing chores. I know that that's a generally uncommon statement, but, for me, it's true. Tonight, it was my assigned night to do dishes. Since there are only really 4 items of cleaning up to go through, and since 2 of them are already my 'assigned' jobs, I'm usually working hard while everyone else is hardly working.
I've taken to making deals with the bozos that I'll clean the entire kitchen if they leave and give me one day to just leave after eating. I make this deal since I do all the work anyway, and I get to listen to my music as loud as I choose and I get a day off during November for NaNoWriMo.
I had so much fun tonight because I finally found our CD of Rush's most recent album, Clockwork Angels. Dad got it back in 2013, when I was against Rush and found it irritating. They would play Caravan loudly in the van, and it would irritate me beyond anything else. Back to the story...
The stereo in the kitchen has 6 compartments for CDs and I can put them on random. I must say, it's a lot easier to do 40 minutes worth of dishes with 5 Rush albums and 1 Alice Cooper (just to mix things up) album playing so loud that the wine rack is shaking. Since I finally looked up the lyrics to Fly By Night, I can finally sing along with it. (Cannot tell what Geddy Lee sings from the early days of Rush without looking it up first; then I hear it and am like "well, duh. Of course that's what he's saying.)
Also, Neil Peart looks like Tom Hanks.
I've taken to making deals with the bozos that I'll clean the entire kitchen if they leave and give me one day to just leave after eating. I make this deal since I do all the work anyway, and I get to listen to my music as loud as I choose and I get a day off during November for NaNoWriMo.
I had so much fun tonight because I finally found our CD of Rush's most recent album, Clockwork Angels. Dad got it back in 2013, when I was against Rush and found it irritating. They would play Caravan loudly in the van, and it would irritate me beyond anything else. Back to the story...
The stereo in the kitchen has 6 compartments for CDs and I can put them on random. I must say, it's a lot easier to do 40 minutes worth of dishes with 5 Rush albums and 1 Alice Cooper (just to mix things up) album playing so loud that the wine rack is shaking. Since I finally looked up the lyrics to Fly By Night, I can finally sing along with it. (Cannot tell what Geddy Lee sings from the early days of Rush without looking it up first; then I hear it and am like "well, duh. Of course that's what he's saying.)
Also, Neil Peart looks like Tom Hanks.
Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Day 222- The Time Life Was Getting Me Down
I don't know what it is lately, but I've been feeling really down. It's just this constant feeling of loneliness. I've got all my friends at the round table, and I love spending time with them, but... I just can't.
I've noticed that the basement, where I am right now, is sort of a metaphor for my entire life. The basement is where I feel safe. Lonely and unloved, but safe. The basement gives me a sense of familiarity, since I spend so much time in it.
Some days, I go down to the basement because I just felt like being there. Some days, I go down to escape. Some days, I just can't anymore, so I go down. I usually only come up to go to school or because I'm being forced to.
The basement is like depression, or just retreating inside my own mind. Some days, I just want to be inside my own mind. Some days, I retreat to my mind to escape. Some days, I try to socialize and be friendly towards people, but something will inevitably push me back down. I'll always end up back in the basement. Always.
Am I sounding emo? I don't mean to be. It's hard to tell about your feelings or complain about your problems without being judged. Pain? It's not allowed to be felt. Push it in. No one likes to see people cry. The kids who are hurting themselves are just looking for attention. That might be true. But not in the way people say.
The scars on the back of my hands aren't from me hurting myself. They're from the people around me. The ones who are supposed to love me. My family scarred me. Something just breaks inside you when that happens. I haven't trusted Dad with any emotions of mine since grade 6. Mom's slowly losing her good standing as well. My siblings are a joke. They treat me like crud. I'm the good kid, the one who doesn't talk back, the one who does everything right, so, of course, I'm the pushover. They can treat me like crud, because they know I won't do anything about it. I hate it. I hate everything.
I hate everyone who's ever hurt me. I hate school. I hate the unending loneliness. I hate the pain. I hate the feeling of inferiority that comes whenever my younger siblings do something. I hate how my parents take me for granted. I hate society for being so horrible. I hate politics. I hate the fake people I see and am surrounded with every day. I hate Angus. I hate how my time is wasted constantly.
But I do love marshmallows.
I've noticed that the basement, where I am right now, is sort of a metaphor for my entire life. The basement is where I feel safe. Lonely and unloved, but safe. The basement gives me a sense of familiarity, since I spend so much time in it.
Some days, I go down to the basement because I just felt like being there. Some days, I go down to escape. Some days, I just can't anymore, so I go down. I usually only come up to go to school or because I'm being forced to.
The basement is like depression, or just retreating inside my own mind. Some days, I just want to be inside my own mind. Some days, I retreat to my mind to escape. Some days, I try to socialize and be friendly towards people, but something will inevitably push me back down. I'll always end up back in the basement. Always.
Am I sounding emo? I don't mean to be. It's hard to tell about your feelings or complain about your problems without being judged. Pain? It's not allowed to be felt. Push it in. No one likes to see people cry. The kids who are hurting themselves are just looking for attention. That might be true. But not in the way people say.
The scars on the back of my hands aren't from me hurting myself. They're from the people around me. The ones who are supposed to love me. My family scarred me. Something just breaks inside you when that happens. I haven't trusted Dad with any emotions of mine since grade 6. Mom's slowly losing her good standing as well. My siblings are a joke. They treat me like crud. I'm the good kid, the one who doesn't talk back, the one who does everything right, so, of course, I'm the pushover. They can treat me like crud, because they know I won't do anything about it. I hate it. I hate everything.
I hate everyone who's ever hurt me. I hate school. I hate the unending loneliness. I hate the pain. I hate the feeling of inferiority that comes whenever my younger siblings do something. I hate how my parents take me for granted. I hate society for being so horrible. I hate politics. I hate the fake people I see and am surrounded with every day. I hate Angus. I hate how my time is wasted constantly.
But I do love marshmallows.
Tuesday, 18 October 2016
Day 221- My Boo
I finally got contact with Charlie again today! Brin finally delivered me the two letters she had stored up at her house.
He is just so sweet! Both letters told me to have an awesome day, and one came with a little charm that said LOVE. I've been wearing it one the far-too-big string since. Seriously, though, there is nothing I want more in the world than to actually meet him face-to-face.
Sorry, just a short post today. As happy as Charlie made me, it happened too early in the day to have a long-lasting effect.
Please enjoy these cheesy 80's music videos:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMSFqXGZ5TQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz9VN40nCA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGNiXGX2nLU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
He is just so sweet! Both letters told me to have an awesome day, and one came with a little charm that said LOVE. I've been wearing it one the far-too-big string since. Seriously, though, there is nothing I want more in the world than to actually meet him face-to-face.
Sorry, just a short post today. As happy as Charlie made me, it happened too early in the day to have a long-lasting effect.
Please enjoy these cheesy 80's music videos:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMSFqXGZ5TQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz9VN40nCA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGNiXGX2nLU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Monday, 17 October 2016
Day 220- Corn
I believe I might have had the weirdest lunch of all time today.
First off, we had gym third period, with the early lunch. Since that was the case, we were kept in class, and told that we would have the late lunch instead. The late lunch today was for the 11s and 12s, so we were the only 9s in the cafeteria. In the back corner, at the round table, like we always are. For some reason, Jamaal and Liam discovered Cornhub.com. It boasts 'all types of steamy corn for corny people'.
So, there we are, reading about corn, in really loud voices. The principal comes over, and the first thing we exclaim is "WE'RE SAYING 'CORN', WITH A 'C'!" She was more worried that we were 9s in the cafeteria during the late lunch. We explained that we had been kept during our lunch, so she let us go.
A few minutes later, some 11s come by and tell Jamaal to calm down. He says that we're just on Cornhub. The 11s pale and tell us that we shouldn't be on that site, before we explain that it's corn, like the vegetable.
P.S. I've discovered that the best thing to listen to while writing is Bob Ross videos. It's just a guy with an afro in a dark room painting, but he's really soothing.
First off, we had gym third period, with the early lunch. Since that was the case, we were kept in class, and told that we would have the late lunch instead. The late lunch today was for the 11s and 12s, so we were the only 9s in the cafeteria. In the back corner, at the round table, like we always are. For some reason, Jamaal and Liam discovered Cornhub.com. It boasts 'all types of steamy corn for corny people'.
So, there we are, reading about corn, in really loud voices. The principal comes over, and the first thing we exclaim is "WE'RE SAYING 'CORN', WITH A 'C'!" She was more worried that we were 9s in the cafeteria during the late lunch. We explained that we had been kept during our lunch, so she let us go.
A few minutes later, some 11s come by and tell Jamaal to calm down. He says that we're just on Cornhub. The 11s pale and tell us that we shouldn't be on that site, before we explain that it's corn, like the vegetable.
P.S. I've discovered that the best thing to listen to while writing is Bob Ross videos. It's just a guy with an afro in a dark room painting, but he's really soothing.
Sunday, 16 October 2016
Day 219- Writing
That is pretty much what I did all day. I first had to finish chapter 14 of "Crashing And Burning", then I started trying to come up with ideas for people's wishes. I came up with 2. One person asked for Geddy Lee/Alex Lifeson pairing, with "fluff or smut, give me what you got. I'm so thirsty for this ship". Since this is a Christmas-themed challenge, I decided to make Geddy and Alex celebrate Christmas, but be all cute as they do it. Geddy is Jewish, so I'm painting it as 'not-more-than-5th-Christmas' type thing. From the 14th to the 25th of December, they're going to be getting ready by decorating and just enjoying each other's company. There's going to be 12 chapters, with a different cute/smutty plot to it, such as decorating the tree, or making out by the fire. I'm really excited to start writing it.
The second one I had an idea for was a wish asking for "Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee- dirty talk". At first, I thought I could make this be more of a phone sex thing, but I somehow turned the idea into a concept titled "Let's Play 'Nikki Says'".
The second one I had an idea for was a wish asking for "Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee- dirty talk". At first, I thought I could make this be more of a phone sex thing, but I somehow turned the idea into a concept titled "Let's Play 'Nikki Says'".
Saturday, 15 October 2016
Day 218- My, My, We Got Consolation Pie
Grace and I came in 9th overall! The best thing was that there were more than 10 teams! We didn't get first, which is a shame, so we consoled ourselves with Hershey Sundae Pie. It is legit the best thing in the world. Sperately, we came in 16th (me) and 19th (Grace).
Besides all that awesomeness, I finally got a new mattress, a Bowie movie came in on hold for me, and the Ficmas Giant Wishlist came out, so now it's time to write fanfiction; lots of it.
Besides all that awesomeness, I finally got a new mattress, a Bowie movie came in on hold for me, and the Ficmas Giant Wishlist came out, so now it's time to write fanfiction; lots of it.
Friday, 14 October 2016
Day 217- Arguing Professionally
Today was the first day of my first debating tournament! Grace and I are sharing a hotel room, and just sort of winding down from the two first rounds we debated in tonight.
We left school after lunch and drove down to where the tournament was. However, we did stop at Burger King for a mini supper, just because we would be having a late night. I don't care what people say about fast food; Burger King burgers are freaking delicious. But when you add a sundae pie to it, man. I love Burger King.
Once we actually got to the tournament, we were thrown into a room with about 60 chairs and tables, and just left to stew for about two hours. After that time, they publicly announced the junior and senior topics. The topic for juniors (us) was whether or not specific breeds of dogs should be banned. Our first round, we were the affirmation, and declared the definitions. Our opposition mainly rebutted our points, and never really made a point of their own.
For the second round, we were the opposition. Our opponents gave us no definitions, and very unclear explanations. They knifed each other and we grilled them to the point of admitting they had no other points.
Man, we rocked!
We left school after lunch and drove down to where the tournament was. However, we did stop at Burger King for a mini supper, just because we would be having a late night. I don't care what people say about fast food; Burger King burgers are freaking delicious. But when you add a sundae pie to it, man. I love Burger King.
Once we actually got to the tournament, we were thrown into a room with about 60 chairs and tables, and just left to stew for about two hours. After that time, they publicly announced the junior and senior topics. The topic for juniors (us) was whether or not specific breeds of dogs should be banned. Our first round, we were the affirmation, and declared the definitions. Our opposition mainly rebutted our points, and never really made a point of their own.
For the second round, we were the opposition. Our opponents gave us no definitions, and very unclear explanations. They knifed each other and we grilled them to the point of admitting they had no other points.
Man, we rocked!
Thursday, 13 October 2016
Day 216- The Love Between A Marshmallow And His Elephant
I didn't expect it to be as loved a scene as it turned out to be, but chapter 13 of "Crashing And Burning" has one of the most commented-on scenes in the story.
When Steven catches Slash and Duff making out, the only way he feels he can explain it to Axl is by copying what he saw with his stuffed elephant, Stacy.
Just some excerpts of feedback:
I freaking love Bold and Italic's commentary, especially about Steven making out with Stacy, LOL.~ xyliana
Love Steven's "demonstration" of Sluff's make out session~ starpupil
I loved the kiss Steven gave to Stacy lol.~ anonima
How cool are these people?
Everyone on that site is great. I've met so many people, like Sgsixx, Slaxl19, CrazyInBC, and the three I quoted are the ones I remember most.
P.S. Steven is some sort of white-ish fluffy or poofy food. In most stories, he's referred to as 'Popcorn'. I call him Popcorn too, because in real life, that was his nickname. In my last story, I called him a 'cream puff', and in this story, he's more of a marshmallow.
When Steven catches Slash and Duff making out, the only way he feels he can explain it to Axl is by copying what he saw with his stuffed elephant, Stacy.
Just some excerpts of feedback:
I freaking love Bold and Italic's commentary, especially about Steven making out with Stacy, LOL.~ xyliana
Love Steven's "demonstration" of Sluff's make out session~ starpupil
I loved the kiss Steven gave to Stacy lol.~ anonima
How cool are these people?
Everyone on that site is great. I've met so many people, like Sgsixx, Slaxl19, CrazyInBC, and the three I quoted are the ones I remember most.
P.S. Steven is some sort of white-ish fluffy or poofy food. In most stories, he's referred to as 'Popcorn'. I call him Popcorn too, because in real life, that was his nickname. In my last story, I called him a 'cream puff', and in this story, he's more of a marshmallow.
Wednesday, 12 October 2016
Day 215- That Time I Brought Up Crystal Meth
Today was the day of my first debate. The subject was THW make voting mandatory. Grace and I were against the proposition. Which was totally unfair, because, how are you supposed to come up with valid points not to make voting mandatory in the two minutes they gave us? Plus, this was our first debate, and we were up against two senior debaters who had both been to Nationals before.
So, about the crystal meth...
I had seen this picture on Pinterest this morning:
and showed the folks of the round table the picture at lunch. So, I had the names of a few drugs in my head already. While we were debating, I brought up the point that "you shouldn't make those who don't believe in voting vote, just as soon as you would make me, someone who does not support... crystal meth, participate in crystal meth."
In my defense, my mind had totally gone blank, and I was relying on the tiny speech I had scrounged up. That remark had been so embarrassing, that I dedicated a page in my debate notebook to the "Debating Hall Of Crap".
If that wasn't bad enough, only one person had to go after me. Their speech went something like: "I'm going to boil down this debate, much like you boil down crystal meth."
All in all, they said Grace and I did well for our first debate. Grace had good points, and I had a good speaking voice, but we both sucked in the other's category. Both of our qualities are things judges look for while debating, I think we actually have a shot, since at the tournament in two days, everyone will be in the same boat as us.
So, about the crystal meth...
I had seen this picture on Pinterest this morning:
and showed the folks of the round table the picture at lunch. So, I had the names of a few drugs in my head already. While we were debating, I brought up the point that "you shouldn't make those who don't believe in voting vote, just as soon as you would make me, someone who does not support... crystal meth, participate in crystal meth."
In my defense, my mind had totally gone blank, and I was relying on the tiny speech I had scrounged up. That remark had been so embarrassing, that I dedicated a page in my debate notebook to the "Debating Hall Of Crap".
If that wasn't bad enough, only one person had to go after me. Their speech went something like: "I'm going to boil down this debate, much like you boil down crystal meth."
All in all, they said Grace and I did well for our first debate. Grace had good points, and I had a good speaking voice, but we both sucked in the other's category. Both of our qualities are things judges look for while debating, I think we actually have a shot, since at the tournament in two days, everyone will be in the same boat as us.
Tuesday, 11 October 2016
Day 214- Rain And Its Effect On The Mind
Since we got literally 4 inches of rain in the last 36 hours, school was cancelled today due to power outages and road conditions. Has there ever been such a thing as a 'rain day'? Probably not.
I was so productive all day, writing-wise. I did a word sprint in preparation for NaNoWriMo, I wrote most of chapter 13 for "Crashing And Burning", not finishing because I wanted to have minimal work to do tomorrow, but still write something. Today was a really slow day on Rockfic.com. I know, because I was online almost all day.
I commented on farewelltokings' Rush story (y'all know the one that got me into Rush in the first place), and she said how there was only going to be one more chapter, but that she had written a longer one with the same pairing, so I read it. Now, farewelltonkings is one of my favorite authors (not just of fanfiction, of writing in general), but she writes fics about less popular bands. Just Rush and Led Zeppelin. I read all her Led Zeppelin fics, but they all have a staggeringly low amount of reviews. I live for reviews. I probably would have given up already if I was her, so for the one she recommended, I made sure to comment on every chapter. She deserves it. I've already told her she should write novels, but she said she's more comfortable writing about characters she's already familiar with.
On a totally different note, I somehow came across this video. I've had it open in a tab all day, just waiting to blog about it.
Hooray for impulses!
I was so productive all day, writing-wise. I did a word sprint in preparation for NaNoWriMo, I wrote most of chapter 13 for "Crashing And Burning", not finishing because I wanted to have minimal work to do tomorrow, but still write something. Today was a really slow day on Rockfic.com. I know, because I was online almost all day.
I commented on farewelltokings' Rush story (y'all know the one that got me into Rush in the first place), and she said how there was only going to be one more chapter, but that she had written a longer one with the same pairing, so I read it. Now, farewelltonkings is one of my favorite authors (not just of fanfiction, of writing in general), but she writes fics about less popular bands. Just Rush and Led Zeppelin. I read all her Led Zeppelin fics, but they all have a staggeringly low amount of reviews. I live for reviews. I probably would have given up already if I was her, so for the one she recommended, I made sure to comment on every chapter. She deserves it. I've already told her she should write novels, but she said she's more comfortable writing about characters she's already familiar with.
On a totally different note, I somehow came across this video. I've had it open in a tab all day, just waiting to blog about it.
Hooray for impulses!
Monday, 10 October 2016
Day 213- That Time When It Got Awkward
Reading TMNT boyfriend scenarios are embarrassing in their own way. Reading them at your grandparents' house is slightly more. Writing one and getting caught in private would be humiliating. However, planning for one in a giant notebook, while writing in cursive, so as to be somewhat private, but still doing it in a room filled with your extended family, and then getting caught... well... all I can say is thank God my aunt didn't read it out loud and only asked if I was writing about the artists or the turtles.
P.S. About the turtles, I've seen many pictures of what they would look like if they were human, and this is the only picture I can agree with:
Well, for everyone except Raph, but I don't know what Raph would look like. All I know is that he doesn't look like that.
P.S. About the turtles, I've seen many pictures of what they would look like if they were human, and this is the only picture I can agree with:
Well, for everyone except Raph, but I don't know what Raph would look like. All I know is that he doesn't look like that.
Saturday, 8 October 2016
Day 211- I Sorta Mighta Discovered A New Type Of Fanfiction
In my defense, it wasn't my fault. It was not my fault that people write self-insertion fanfics. It also is not my fault that there are literally thousands of highly lengthy self-insertion fanfictions about the TMNT.
It is, however, my fault for reading them literally all day. For probably an hour did I take a break. Definitely no more. I did not write, I did not review, I was not productive. In my defense, though; I had writer's block. And they were actually pretty steamy.
OKAY, FINE!
Once I had a taste of the dating life, I never could get it out of my mind. Karma, or something, is messing up every chance I have with Charlie, and reality sucks, so fanfics are my only form of escapism. I admit it, I'm lonely and pathetic.
P.S. Sorry about that rant. I've been needing to hit something all week, and I'm just kinda... blue.
It is, however, my fault for reading them literally all day. For probably an hour did I take a break. Definitely no more. I did not write, I did not review, I was not productive. In my defense, though; I had writer's block. And they were actually pretty steamy.
OKAY, FINE!
Once I had a taste of the dating life, I never could get it out of my mind. Karma, or something, is messing up every chance I have with Charlie, and reality sucks, so fanfics are my only form of escapism. I admit it, I'm lonely and pathetic.
P.S. Sorry about that rant. I've been needing to hit something all week, and I'm just kinda... blue.
Friday, 7 October 2016
Day 210- My Creepy Obsession With Turtles
If you're one of those close-minded people who can't stand TMNT2012, just go away for today. It is one of my favorite shows, and definitely my most obsessed-over (maybe second to The A-Team).
I know it's a show designed for 7-year-old boys, but that's not what you're thinking when you watch it.
I'm just thinking of how brilliant, touching, heart-wrenching, sob-inducing, yet hilarious it is.
That's only half of the truth.
I'm actually severely attracted to the turtles in the 2012 version. Like, really. Angus was wearing a black t-shirt (what I told him he looks sexiest in), and I didn't flinch. I watch the season 2 finale of TMNT, and I have a mini-orgasm.
Instead of writing tonight, I just scrolled through headcannons and took compatibility quizzes.
I know it's creepy, but if they didn't want people to fall in love with them, DON'T MAKE THEM EVERYTHING I WANT IN MEN AND FAMILY!!!!!
I know it's a show designed for 7-year-old boys, but that's not what you're thinking when you watch it.
I'm just thinking of how brilliant, touching, heart-wrenching, sob-inducing, yet hilarious it is.
That's only half of the truth.
I'm actually severely attracted to the turtles in the 2012 version. Like, really. Angus was wearing a black t-shirt (what I told him he looks sexiest in), and I didn't flinch. I watch the season 2 finale of TMNT, and I have a mini-orgasm.
Instead of writing tonight, I just scrolled through headcannons and took compatibility quizzes.
I know it's creepy, but if they didn't want people to fall in love with them, DON'T MAKE THEM EVERYTHING I WANT IN MEN AND FAMILY!!!!!
Thursday, 6 October 2016
Day 209- My Day Off
Since I worked my butt off all day, I finally had no homework for the night. Since I didn't post a chapter of "Crashing And Burning" last night, but had one half finished, I only had to write half a chapter, review an album I'd already heard and fix the problems my cover clients were having. No one had asked for any new ones, so I just had to re-arrange the site.
By 7, I had finished everything I had to do, and I could finally watch TV. I so needed that; to just watch Max and Caroline's shananigans and filthy jokes. It fells good to laugh like that for two hours straight. During the commercial breaks, I found a crucial plot twist for my NaNoWriMo Novel.
Now, I don't have to think about anything, except the atmosphere of terror and excitement hanging around the school tomorrow. (I'll explain later)
By 7, I had finished everything I had to do, and I could finally watch TV. I so needed that; to just watch Max and Caroline's shananigans and filthy jokes. It fells good to laugh like that for two hours straight. During the commercial breaks, I found a crucial plot twist for my NaNoWriMo Novel.
Now, I don't have to think about anything, except the atmosphere of terror and excitement hanging around the school tomorrow. (I'll explain later)
Wednesday, 5 October 2016
Day 208- Just Sorta Irritated
This morning, I was just thinking about everything I had to do. Had to print out my essay for French, I had to hand it in, along with the English assignment. I had a math quiz to do. I had to blog. I had to write a review. I had to write chapter 11 for "Crashing And Burning". I had to go to Religion class. I had debating. I had to shower. It was overwhelming. But, I had three really positive reviews for chapter 10, so I was feeling okay about the day.
I go downstairs and try telling Dad about the reviews I got, because I'm really proud of how much people like the story. Unfortunately, pride comes before the fall. I should have learned by now that no one in my house cares that Slaxl19 blesses Steven's marshmallowy heart, or that Starpupil would have loved to be a bug on the floor when Steven talked for 14 hours, and they don't even care that anonima thinks that chapter 10 was really funny. They just sorta ignored me. I want to say that it's okay, I'm used to it, cause I should be by now. But I'm not. If John builds a something or other out of computer parts, he's a whiz kid. If I've got a story with an average of 5 reviews per chapter, they don't bat an eye. (JSYK, depending on how long the story's been going on for, and how popular the fandom is, the average is 2-3 reviews per chapter.)
School starts, and I'm immediately asked to correct two essays for french, and help someone understand everything we've been going over since the beginning of the school year for a quiz in math. I do it, cause I'd just be a really awful thing to leave someone high and dry when I could have helped them. I give up my recess to finish correcting it, as well as half of my free period. I lent a kid my copy of the book we're reading in English so that he wouldn't have to go to his locker.
You see all the good things I did for everyone today, so why was the back half of my day so bad? I got busted for using my iPod in math to check and see if anyone else asked me to make them novel covers. When Dad picked me up from debating, all he could talk about is how I 'went back on our deal that I'd take a shower every two days'. Well, pardon me that I was working clear from 3 to 9:30 last night, and that I hate taking showers when I know I won't be able to dry off before I have to go into the freezing cold. So, I'm home just long enough to make the new requested covers, and to start the review, then I have to go to Religion class. I get home, and back to work. Dad yells down that I have to take a shower, in ways less than polite. He says I have until 8:30, or he'll get mad.
Is it just me, or is it really demeaning and rude to constantly remind someone to take a shower? Like, does my rank body odor bother you that much? Here's the kicker, when I go back downstairs, Dadtells orders me not to be mad, that he tried treating me like an adult. Since when does he go up to adults and say "take a shower every two days, because I can't stand the smell of you any longer than that."
Long story short, I'm trying to sort out this mess on the NaNoWriMo site. It's got a bug, and all my covers are showing up as the same one.
I go downstairs and try telling Dad about the reviews I got, because I'm really proud of how much people like the story. Unfortunately, pride comes before the fall. I should have learned by now that no one in my house cares that Slaxl19 blesses Steven's marshmallowy heart, or that Starpupil would have loved to be a bug on the floor when Steven talked for 14 hours, and they don't even care that anonima thinks that chapter 10 was really funny. They just sorta ignored me. I want to say that it's okay, I'm used to it, cause I should be by now. But I'm not. If John builds a something or other out of computer parts, he's a whiz kid. If I've got a story with an average of 5 reviews per chapter, they don't bat an eye. (JSYK, depending on how long the story's been going on for, and how popular the fandom is, the average is 2-3 reviews per chapter.)
School starts, and I'm immediately asked to correct two essays for french, and help someone understand everything we've been going over since the beginning of the school year for a quiz in math. I do it, cause I'd just be a really awful thing to leave someone high and dry when I could have helped them. I give up my recess to finish correcting it, as well as half of my free period. I lent a kid my copy of the book we're reading in English so that he wouldn't have to go to his locker.
You see all the good things I did for everyone today, so why was the back half of my day so bad? I got busted for using my iPod in math to check and see if anyone else asked me to make them novel covers. When Dad picked me up from debating, all he could talk about is how I 'went back on our deal that I'd take a shower every two days'. Well, pardon me that I was working clear from 3 to 9:30 last night, and that I hate taking showers when I know I won't be able to dry off before I have to go into the freezing cold. So, I'm home just long enough to make the new requested covers, and to start the review, then I have to go to Religion class. I get home, and back to work. Dad yells down that I have to take a shower, in ways less than polite. He says I have until 8:30, or he'll get mad.
Is it just me, or is it really demeaning and rude to constantly remind someone to take a shower? Like, does my rank body odor bother you that much? Here's the kicker, when I go back downstairs, Dad
Long story short, I'm trying to sort out this mess on the NaNoWriMo site. It's got a bug, and all my covers are showing up as the same one.
Tuesday, 4 October 2016
Day 207- I'm Out Of Creativity For Today
I went to school at 8:30. I got home at 3. I started homework at 4. I finished homework at 6. I wrote fanfiction and designed covers for my fellow NaNoWrimers until 9. I was working all day. Dad cannot say I was being lazy. All of these things I have either been forced to do, or made a commitment to do. The covers are gorgeous, the chapter is hysterical, homework is flawless.
I deserve a medal for getting through today.
I deserve a medal for getting through today.
Monday, 3 October 2016
Day 206- My Remarkably Long Evening
We finished supper at 5:30 tonight, and I only had three things to do, but they all still somehow took me until 9 to accomplish. I had to:
I mean, how cool are they?
But I got it all done.
This morning, I found out Slaxl19 started reviewing "Crashing And Burning" again. They had the most insightful feedback. They thought that Bold and Italics are different 'versions' of Axl at different points in the 'Welcome To The Jungle' video. Italics is 'Midwestern Hick' Axl, and Bold is 'Rock Star' Axl. It made so much sense!
Beyond that, I found that people have been talking about me in other feedbacks for other stories:
- write a review for "Hot In The Shade"
- write chapter 9 for "Crashing And Burning"
- figure out a plot for National Novel Writing Month
Simple, right? WRONG!
The review was simple enough. Long, but simple. Chapter 9 took an eternity to write, but I got it up eventually. But the plot, ugh! I had a concept and two characters, but I couldn't figure out how to make them all work together. I had decided on a story centered around a red Chevy. I call it "Red Chevy", and I'm not changing the name because I designed 6 covers for it during Soc. Studies today.
I mean, how cool are they?But I got it all done.
This morning, I found out Slaxl19 started reviewing "Crashing And Burning" again. They had the most insightful feedback. They thought that Bold and Italics are different 'versions' of Axl at different points in the 'Welcome To The Jungle' video. Italics is 'Midwestern Hick' Axl, and Bold is 'Rock Star' Axl. It made so much sense!
Beyond that, I found that people have been talking about me in other feedbacks for other stories:
Call me nuts, but when people say you make their day without knowing you're gonna see it, wouldn't that make you feel fuzzy inside?
Sunday, 2 October 2016
Day 205- Down In The Underground
Since I spent all day in the basement, and therefore underground, I think it's alright to make a Bowie reference.
I finished up "The Heroin Diaries" by Nikki Sixx, got my rear in gear and finished up the next chapter of "Crashing And Burning", had a pleasant chat with Grace on the landline, came up with a brilliant scheme, put said brilliant scheme into motion, finally beat Make It on Guitar Hero on hard, gave up on the next song, listened to an obscene amount of Rush, and finally started watching A League Of Their Own.
All in all, it was an alright day.
(Wait and watch; it's a five-part GIF)
I finished up "The Heroin Diaries" by Nikki Sixx, got my rear in gear and finished up the next chapter of "Crashing And Burning", had a pleasant chat with Grace on the landline, came up with a brilliant scheme, put said brilliant scheme into motion, finally beat Make It on Guitar Hero on hard, gave up on the next song, listened to an obscene amount of Rush, and finally started watching A League Of Their Own.
All in all, it was an alright day.
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Saturday, 1 October 2016
Day 204- F**king Hockey
Today, I finally had a chance to meet Charlie. Everything was set up. I sent him a note through the Brinternet that I'd be at the library from 10 to 3.
Because of f**king hockey, I was only allowed to go to the library from 9:30 to 11, and I had to bring John, so that I could be back in time to babysit Mel.
I know this sounds like teenager complaining, but that is unfair; making me give up my entire plans to babysit, and not even getting paid to do so. Not only that, but when I'm babysitting, I can't even leave the house to go outside. It was gorgeous this afternoon. I should have been walking around town with Charlie, but instead, I was cooped up in the basement.
Oh, yeah... about Charlie.
I passed a yard sale on the way and got 4 books for 1$, but I was at the library at 10, just like I said I'd be. I guess he figured that since I'd be there all day, he could come by anytime. Since I had no way of contacting him, I left him a little note explaining how sorry I was that I wasn't there. I adorned it with the KISS logo, because that's what (theoretically) brought us together in the first place.
Not only that, but I'm expected to do the same thing tomorrow, and most likely many other weekends to come. That is complete BS, and I'm not standing for it. I want a raise. If I have a job, I want minimum wage. You hear me; 10$ an hour.
Because of f**king hockey, I was only allowed to go to the library from 9:30 to 11, and I had to bring John, so that I could be back in time to babysit Mel.
I know this sounds like teenager complaining, but that is unfair; making me give up my entire plans to babysit, and not even getting paid to do so. Not only that, but when I'm babysitting, I can't even leave the house to go outside. It was gorgeous this afternoon. I should have been walking around town with Charlie, but instead, I was cooped up in the basement.
Oh, yeah... about Charlie.
I passed a yard sale on the way and got 4 books for 1$, but I was at the library at 10, just like I said I'd be. I guess he figured that since I'd be there all day, he could come by anytime. Since I had no way of contacting him, I left him a little note explaining how sorry I was that I wasn't there. I adorned it with the KISS logo, because that's what (theoretically) brought us together in the first place.
Not only that, but I'm expected to do the same thing tomorrow, and most likely many other weekends to come. That is complete BS, and I'm not standing for it. I want a raise. If I have a job, I want minimum wage. You hear me; 10$ an hour.
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