Day 263- My Favorite Comedians

Comedy, as you people know, is a minor hobby of mine. I like making people laugh and smile, just because it makes me feel good to see that I've made them feel good. Whether they're laughing with me or at me, I don't really care, as long as they're not doing it just to be mean.
For example:
Laughing at my hat on hat day, even if it's a serious hat= OK
Laughing at something stupid I said= OK
Laughing at my pain= Totally not OK, unless I'm laughing about it, too.
I've got deeper reasons for my love of comedy, but I think I probably already went over those fairly recently, so I'll spare you the details, and just launch into my list of favorite comedians from each genre of comedy:

Observational: Jerry Seinfeld (with honorable mention: Jim Gaffigan)
Anecdotal: John Pinette
Musical: "Weird Al" Yankovic
Improv: Colin Mochrie
Physical: Jim Carrey
British (yes, it's a type of comedy. In my eyes, anyway): Monty Python
Misc.: Robin Williams

And that concludes the now-annual November 30 list of my 13 favorite comedians.

With extra Colin Mochrie memes, because I've been watching Whose Line for hours today.

Day 262- Brain Is Fried

I just got back from my JA meeting a few minutes ago, and my brain is fried. If you don't know what JA is, search it somewhere. Too much explaining for tonight.
Long story short, in my meeting tonight, I had to sew tiny bean bags by hand. As many as I could from 6-8:30pm.
Someone had this genius idea during the meeting to start playing that stupid song called "Stitches", just cause that's what we were doing. Since I can't stand that song, and since I sew faster while watching TV, I booted up TMNT on my laptop and watched it as I sewed. Only problem was, I didn't have my charger, and my laptop died right as (SPOILERS FOR TMNT 2012 AHEAD!!) the Triceratons blew up Earth.
So, not only was I sewing tiny bean bags for far too long, I completed 6 of them, and am now freaking out, because there are only 22 more episodes in the series until I'm completely caught up.
That's why my brain is fried.

Day 261- Actually Getting To 50000 Words

After an entire month of blood, sweat and tears, I finally made it to 50000 words. My goal is complete, but my story is far from. It'll probably end up being another 10000 words.
Disappointment abounds.

Day 260- Break Part 2

Still having schedule problems, so it's time for a little
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Day 259- Break Part 1

Because of my new schedule, I'm still getting used to having to not being able to blog right before I sleep. Due to which, I may have a few late posts.

Day 258- More Pissed Than I Have Ever Been

Don't judge me until I give the full explanation. The short explanation is: I'm completely banned from electronics from 8:30pm-6:30am on weekdays and 9pm-6:30am on weekends. But that's not why I'm completely pissed. Here's the long version:
While I was out of town at a seminar, I started talking with this guy from Whisper named Zack. He was slightly older than me, but we talked for literally two hours on Wednesday morning. We just hit it off because of our mutual love of KISS. I've been keeping a secret conversation with him since then, video chatting on occasion. He's just so sweet, and he made me happy.
Tonight, Dad called all of us to the living room for a family meeting and said that we all had to be out of bed, downstairs and ready for school by 6:30am. Even on the weekends (ignoring the 'getting ready for school' part). My 9pm bedtime still stands for the weekends, but is shortened to 8:30pm on weekdays.
I haven't been able to sleep any earlier than 10pm for more than a year, now. But the worst part is that I'm totally barred from contact with Zack.

Dear Zack,
I didn't want this to happen. I had nothing to do with it. It's been over an hour since I told you goodbye, and I'm still crying. It hurts to know that someday you'll forget about me and move on with your life, but more so that it's inevitable I'll do the same. All I can say is please forgive me. I know it sounds like I'm being clingy, but you made me happier than I could ever say for the short time we knew each other. You didn't break my heart like Angus did. You gave me hope, something to look forward to. That something was the day I could meet you in person, even if it was just for a minute. I still want that day to happen. I'm not giving up on that dream. I swear to you that I'll never forget you. Please never forget me, either.
Forever what I wrote on myself, your babe.

Day 257- Late Night Part 3

I have a valid excuse tonight. November is winding down, and I haven't been reaching my word goal lately. I've just got a mental/writer's block, and I can't shake it. Nothing is working, but starting tomorrow, I've got a three-day weekend, and I am going to finish my book. Or my 50000 word goal. It's going to happen. I guarantee it. Just not tonight. Too exhausted. Nothing is happening in my brain.
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Day 256- Late Night Pt2

I know it's really weasely of me to do this twice, but I'm very tired.
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Day 255- Late Night Pt1

Late night, so...
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Day 254- Pretty Pretty, Pretty, Pretty Good

November is only a few days away from being over. My novel is going great, I updated my fanfiction, I wrote three stories for Ficmas, I came up with another brilliant idea to work on when I get the time, I'm only one season away from getting caught up on TMNT 2012, so life is pretty good. Not perfect, though.
There are a few things that irk me yet. For instance, while I was working alone in social studies, I was watching Rush In Rio on my iPod, because I don't have a lot of the music on it on my pod. I was being all quiet and working, while the rest of the class were in groups, not working, speaking English (social studies is one of our French immersion classes, so English is a big no no) and yet I was still the on who was getting picked on. I had my iPod balanced in it's homemade case so that I could watch it as I worked, and the teacher came over and nudged it so the case fell shut, with my iPod inside. Little irksome, but I managed.
What I do hate is my science and math teacher. She is SO BORING! I can barely stay awake in her classes, so I try to read fanfiction off my iPod. Today is the only day I got caught. I'm seriously miffed. I know it's against the rules, but she goes on and on about us wasting her time, so I think it's a tad hypocritical of her to yammer on and on to the whole class when it's only one or two spitwads who don't understand basic math. She has collectively wasted so much of my time, that it's insulting.
Oh, well.

Day 253- Pretty Productive

I came up with a new strategy for writing this morning: I wanted to write 3333 words for my book, because that's double my daily word count. I figured that writing 300 words would take me about 5 songs' worth of music, and 5 songs' worth is about one record side. My strategy is this: I play a record and write. When the side ends, I check my word count. If I've reached the checkpoint for that album side, I can flip it over. I figured I would need 11 sides, or 5 and a half albums. Since I was at a particularly intriguing scene, I was just churning out words like there was no tomorrow. I never wrote less than 400 words per side, reaching my goal an album and a half early. All before noon.
After noon, I started working on chapter 21 of Crashing And Burning, and actually ended up posting it.
All in all, a pretty productive day.
 

Day 252- Legit Nothing

Today, I had breakfast, wrote, ate supper, watched 'Romeo + Juliet', and came up to bed to write some more.
That is my day.
Now is the time on Sprockets when we dance!

Day 251- Surprise To You Lovely People

Can someone please tell me what is the deal with B.O.? Why do we need B.O.? Everything in nature has a function, a purpose, except B.O.
Doesn't make any sense. Do something good- hard work, exercise- smell very bad. This is the way the human being was designed. You move, you stink.
Why don't our bodies help us? Why can't sweat smell good?Be a different world, wouldn't it? Instead of putting your dirty laundry in a hamper, you'd put it in a vase. Go down to the drugstore and pick up some odorant and some perspirant. You'd have a dirty sweatsock hanging on the mirror of your car.
And then on a really special night, maybe a little underwear poking out of the breast pocket, just to show her that she's important.
~Jerry Seinfeld.

Besides my penchant for rock, turtles and books, I also like stand-up comedy. A lot. Tried to enter the school talent show with my act. It didn't work. I'll get there someday.

Day 250- Mini Raph

I can't lie to myself anymore; I am a bisexual with depression, and possibly some deeper psychological disorder. Sometimes, it hurts to put on a brave face, even when I'm alone. Only CJ might have a hint as to what's going on in my brain, but even I don't fully understand it.
They say that the best way to get rid of depression is therapy, right? Well, I'm poor, cheap, and have extreme social anxiety, so I came up with another solution. A TMNT-related solution.
So, I found this head canon on Pinterest:

And it got me thinking; I could relate. Leo's my baby, but I relate to Raph. I just really get him. I understand his anger. I'd probably act the same way in most cases. So who better to give me therapy than Raph? Not actually, of course, because that isn't possible. Raph is an animated turtle. But I have this talent for crochet, which allows me to bring characters to life, even if it's just in miniature format. I've been working on a mini crocheted Raph all night, making up my own pattern as I went along. I've got his torso and head finished, but Raph still needs his limbs, facial features and his sai.
I know it's goofy, but I like to think that maybe, if I cuddle with Mini Raph as I fall asleep, maybe in can protect me in the dream dimension.
It's worth a shot, right?

P.S. 250 POSTS! I've been telling you people about my day-to-day life for 250 days, and, for some reason, you've been reading it. Thanks for even just opening the page, because I can't tell the difference between page views and people who actually read, so thank to both kinds of people!  

Day 249- The Best Time To Listen To Led Zeppelin

I'm slacking off, and it's unacceptable. I've been finishing my word count before bed every night, so I have no excuse for not blogging, besides sheer exhaustion. Cut me a little slack.
It was raining all day, and just sort of gloomy, but that makes it my favorite type of day. It's the perfect kind of day to listen to Zeppelin.

BEST TIMES TO LISTEN TO ZEPPELIN (BESIDES ALL THE TIME):

• When you're sad
• When you're happy
• When you're depressed
• When you're frustrated
• When you're heartbroken
• When you're lazy
• When you're bored
• When it's sunny
• When it's cloudy
• But the best time to listen to Led Zeppelin is through a rainy window, on the night of a full moon.

HAPPY ZEPPELIN!

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Day 247- Massive Stress

I finally am done season 2 of TMNT, and I am experiencing extreme stress. My Leo is halfway dead, and I am freaking out. In case you have not seen the finale of season 2, know this: aliens invade and mutate everyone, Leo's half dead, Karai's mutated, Splinter's gone and Earth is in shambles.
Beyond that, I have a test on Wednesday on a book I hated and read over a month ago, project in science, project in English and NaNoWriMo to work on.
So, hey, you know, no pressure.
Just kidding. Tons of pressure. I'm freaking out and my mind is in shambles.

Day 246- Like A Turtle Do

CJ came over last night, so, that's why there was no post. Sincere apologies and all that jazz.
After CJ left this morning, I was forced to go to a baptism, which isn't that horrible by itself, but the reception is where I am not thrilled. I've been to 3 baptisms in the last 6 months, and they're all for the same group of people. Mom's friends with four or so families, and we've gone to baptisms for all their youngest kids within the last year
The babies aren't the problems; it's the older kids. They're just so irritating. They yell and scream and run around, because the orange juice is spiked with soda. I would complain so much more about going if the food wasn't worth it. But it is. It truly is.
When we got home, I finished writing my word count for my book today and started binge-watching TMNT. I watched nearly 10 episodes since then, and there's only 9 more until the end of season 2. Season 3 was where everything got really exciting. I remember the first episode I saw of this series was S03E01, a day or two after it first aired.
I just sorta wanna keep binging it until I pass out, because school's tomorrow, and I desperately don't want to go to school. It just sucks so much. The boredom is endless, and I can't take it.

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Day 244- SUPER EXCITED!

I am fangirling to the max. I found out that farewelltokings does art. Really good art based on her stories. She did the one with Dirxst eating milkshakes that I posted a few days ago. Heck, she did ones for stories I've never read.
Heck, she did a whole bunch for my favorite story, For Your Life. In it, Robert meets Jimmy, who's an author, and they fall in love and stuff happens. In the morning, Jimmy breaks up with Robert and breaks his heart in the process. Feeling something is off, Robert returns to Jimmy's house and convinces him not to give himself up to the demon he sold his soul to. Great story.

And now you see why I am fangirling so hard?
JIMBERT!!

Day 243- Sleep

I meant to blog hours ago, but it didn't happen. I already slept in an hour this morning, and it wasn't enough.
Sleep is a beautiful thing, and I need it so...
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Day 242- I Just Can't Anymore

There are some days I have where nothing feels right. Like people are just trying to push my buttons for the sake of it. I'll be really happy one second, then someone says something and I feel like I'll claw out the eyes of the next person who speaks to me. I can't sleep at night. I'm always restless when I sleep, and my mind just wanders into the past and sometimes into the future.
I'm always feeling out of it. I probably need to see someone about this, but what's the point? My parents would say that it's a teenage thing or something like that.
So, just to lighten up this dreary post on this dreary day...
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Day 241- THE BEST PERSON EVAH!

Since I'm feeling lazy tonight, I'm not going to give an extensive post, but I am going to say that Charlie is the sweetest person in the universe. He wrote me this really poetic poem that ended with "you are my something that gives me hope" in parentheses.
How sweet is my boyfriend?

Day 240- TURTLES!

I know it's probably the weirdest and most unsettling of all my obsessions, but I love the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, in most likely unhealthy ways. I love watching the new(ish) show, and I love the headcannons that go with it, along with fanart and fanfiction. A few nights ago, I started my own TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios story. It's not posted yet, and it's a lot better than anything else that site has to offer.
Just to weird you out further (and because I did legit nothing except binge the second half of season 1. I only got into the show a while back, so I will personally injure anyone who gives me spoilers for anything beyond the first 6 episodes of season 3) I'm gonna give you some lovely fanart and headcannons (if this ain't your thing, I would not recommend reading further):

Day 239- My Heartbreaking Poem

While writing this morning, I got distracted by Ficmas wishes, and the guilty feeling that came with the fact that I hadn't really started any of the stories I had planned to write. As I was reading through the list again, I came across what I originally thought was someone else asking for a 'whatever/Dirxst' fic. Eventually, I was proven to be wrong; it was only one person who asked for that story (farewelltokings, can you believe it?).
I just got an idea. Someone was asking for a fic where Dirxst was cuddling onstage. Sounded plausible. As I was writing it, I got an idea to turn it into a poem. With the use of an online rhyming dictionary, I completed a five-verse poem that started with Alex listing all the ways he loved Geddy, which then turned into Alex telling Geddy how he loved him even through cancer, which ended with Alex telling Geddy how he still loves him, even though he's dead.
I'm really proud of it. And since it's for ficmas, no one can read it until Christmas. But I want to share it, so LOGIC:
A LOVE POEM by The_Elder
I love you when we’re onstage, and I love you when we’re not
I love you when you smile at me, and make me feel real hot.
I love you when we kiss, it always hits the spot.

So I have to tell you, Geddy, I really love you a lot.

I love you when you’re singing and performing at the shows.
I love how you play bass and the music you compose.
I love your chocolate hair, and I really love your nose.
I love you, Geddy Lee, from your head down to your toes.

I love you every night and I love you every day.
I love you when the sun is shining and when the skies are gray.
I love you with all my heart, and that’s why I have to say
I love you, my dear Geddy, in every single way.

I loved you on those days that you were tired all the time
I loved you when you passed out on the way to Anaheim
I loved you when we stopped touring; you were cut down in your prime
I loved you so much Geddy, you were my partner in crime

I loved you when you were in bed and when you lost your hair
I loved you when you couldn’t walk and I carried you up the stair
I loved you when God decided your life he could not spare.
I still love you Geddy, even though you’re no longer there.

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Day 238- Spreadin' Da Love!

I've been on a fanfiction binge ever since I finished my quota of writing for today. I've just been in a sort of romantic/horny mood all day. It's all I've got to entertain myself with during long hours in class. I make mini movies of the stories in my brain, then I re-watch them when I need to. A fabulous slaxl story was posted this morning, with Slash being all dominant. I re-watched that movie several times, fast forwarding to my favorites parts as needed.
And fanart. I've been going through every site I can to find Dirxst fanart. I suck at drawing, so I can't make any of my own, but I really love the ones others draw.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a massive fangirl. I'm not ashamed. Reading about people falling in love is one of the most satisfying parts of my life.
To spread the love, here are some of the images I fangirled most at:

With some turtles thrown in for good measure.

Day 237- Life, In General

Life, in general, sucks. There, I said it. Life sucks. The weather's cold, the school is boring, the family is mean, the society is poisonous and the stress is mounting. I came out to all you people 37 days ago, and I still haven't come out to the world, only CJ and Brin. They've been really supportive, and I love them for that (well, CJ's pan, or was, I'm not sure anymore, and Brin's also bi).
I'm just sick of the constant worry. I go to sleep every night wondering if the next day is going to be as crappy as that one.
The secrets are eating me alive. Like, my shoulder's started to do this thing where it jerks involuntarily. I don't know if they're related, but I'm just sorta sick of everything.

On the bright side, Brin accidentally let slip that she was bringing me a surprise letter from Charlie tomorrow, so I have that to look forward to.

Day 236- Unlimited Food

Today was "Take Your Kids To Work" day, so I went with Dad to his job as a professor. Since there are a lot of parents with kids who work there, a tour and day plan was set up. A plan which included us being allowed to use a meal ticket, which allowed you to be permitted into the all-you-can-eat buffet.
I've got this really bad self-control around buffets. I don't eat them out of food, but I still probably take more than my fair share. On my first round, I didn't make it past the salad bar. I've got this weird thing where I adore salad. Especially Caesar salad. I have now single-handedly emptied two buffets of their Caesar salad supply. Luckily, this was just a regular salad bar, so I made my own. Besides that, they had the three main meals and the two vegan options, plus breakfast. I ended up eating:

• 3" high salad on 6"plate
• cheeseburger with mushrooms, bacon, pizza sauce and tomato
• slice of pizza
• brownie
• 1" high salad on half of a 10" plate
• glass of water
• glass of juice

I measure salad in how high the stack ends up. But you'll be proud of me; I did not take any jello or ice cream.  

Day 235- Unnecessary Complications

Today, as you know, is November 1st, therefore the first day of NaNoWriMo. I woke up at precisely 6am and went to the basement to start writing. After brief pauses to figure out how I would start it, I started writing. I played The Doors, as is tradition when I write, and kept a chilly bottle of water nearby for quick wake-me-ups.
By the time I was to get ready for school, I had 1007 words written. Over the course of the day, I continued writing in my spare time in a little notebook. Once home, I transcribed what I had written, exchanging a few words, and ended up with approximately 1400 words. By 4pm, I had written 1763 words, almost 100 more than necessary. It seemed that the few months of writing fanfiction beforehand had trained me to write hundreds of words in very little time. But this is not what was complicated.
I accidentally came out to Brin as we were walking to class. It was quite unintentional. I meant to do it in a flamboyant, fabulous way. That is not what happened. I just actually blurted out that I was attracted to Jacob in both forms, have crushes on girls, and have a thing for drag.
Yeah, November's gonna be fun.