Easier Said Than Done

So now my cousin and uncle are here from California, and my brother left on a band trip, so they're staying in his room. My mom stripped my brother's bed and asked me to remake it with clean sheets. Sure. I can make a bed, those are very elementary skills. Well it turns out I don't have very elementary skills. Let's just say... I hate contour sheets. And pillow cases. They're never quite big enough. it's almost as frustrating as listening to my science teacher spout crap.

besides me moaning about how I can't even, like, make a bed, it turns out my guitar hero skills are hurting pretty bad. but it was hilarious. Me and my cousin "tried" to play guitar hero last night and it was quite humorous. First of all, the guitars were like sucking, like the green button wouldn't work, or the "little red light" would turn off and we'd have to press a button to get it on again because the red light has some sort of essential significance. We finally got it working, but then either my cousin or the guitar messed up and we named our new band 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAA' which might describe people's reaction when they hear us play. next we had to choose our characters. well it turns out theres some unwritten rule that none of the girl characters on guitar hero can bother dragging on a shirt in the morning so I went with some messed up character, that looks like a chinese school girl who fell in multiple vats of neon dye. And he chose some charming guy with a mohawk and no shirt. sheesh, these people need some clothes. Then we started playing, he got the bass part on easy, which is the easiest you can go, and I got the guitar part on medium, which is as medium as you can go. we did okay until he chose the guitar line. Once we failed 98% through the song. that should be illegal.

the teachers pretend that they're nice and don't give you homework (except for the science teacher) except for I have a bunch of projects due very soon after we get back

Science: normal homework, like test review. and the freaking Current Events project
LA: Book speech and project, like a diorama, i think i'm doing.
SS: Book project and WW2 project, low stress, but deceivingly so.
It doesn't help that in gym we're going to have our fitness tests. leave me alone. /emo\
I am so happy that math isn't that kind of class. It's great because the only thing that isn't like "1-25 5-6" is quizzes and tests and I don't study for those.

Today i am going to do the LA thing! And yes, I am putting off current events till last. because it's crud

Uccchhhghghghghghhglll

I'm SICK! how stoopy is that?! It's christmas eve!! Last night I had a 101 fever (I hate fevers more than like... school) Today i'm better by a lot and it doesn't hurt to swallow so much, so maybe i'll actually eat something and i'm not sure if i have a fever or not. our thermometer sucks so much it was like "96" "100" "99.8" "98.9" "95" "100.9" "98.5" i like the 98.5 one so i'm going to go with that one. in my mind. but if i'm going to be all contagious, even if i feel well, tomorrow, i won't get to go to x-mas brunch or dinner. :-(

so i'm just sitting on my bed with my fan on listening to Eclipse and tying a 7 string tie-thing. 7 string is hard, dude. so bye

Insanity? I think not!

-I often forget to eat dinner. it just slips my mind. I've just realized how weird that might be. i often remember the next day, so kudos to me for that. maybe i'm not completely weird.

-Band concert was mildly entertaining and even more entertaining watching in band class. It was really annoying though, before it, because it so so strict. we weren't allowed to play, be in the hallway, be in the brass room, etc. so when I was hanging out with kat and emily the teacher came in and said "no playing, blah blah blah. Just sit and be happy" and we all look at eachother. I'm like okay! and we all sit on the ground and I pretend to be happy, scaring kat. So then we said, screw them and stood up and were sad. My shoes were less annoying than other ones i've had to wear but by the end they started digging into the top of my foot. rawr.

twomoredaystwomoredaystwomoredaystwomoredaystwomoredaystwomoredaystwomoredays

-Haha, the 7thgraders have their anthologies due tomorrow and friday. suckers. That assignment was really annoying.

Two tests tomorrow. yikes.

this is a really uninteresting post because nothing has happened.

boooring.

Daemons

in response to seeing emily's post

So yeah, I saw the golden compass too last night and i think it would be awesome to have a sparrow as my daemon. They're so cute! and pretty! and they're a bird! And not the kind that are used to flying far away, but only fluttering from place to place. that's why an eagle or hawk wouldn't be as great, they could fly but not more than a few yards above you.

I took a few quizzes online because I was bored. One said a snake, and the other said a black cat. because "cunning and wild. You tend to be into everything! (And sometimes you get in trouble.) You shy away from people that are loud and outgoing and consider you better than them, because silence is golden. You black fur matches your humor and view on life. Things are best when they aren't sugar coated and you tend to be pessimistic. Often misunderstood or mistook for a rebel or hell raiser, but you're just trying to be an individual. You like to watch more then to be seen. Your friends tend to be like you and other people bug you. Actually, people in general bug you." I love that one a lot, it tends to be pretty accurate describing me. And I don't think you could be allergic to your daemon.

I LOVE (MY) ASSASSINS

My assassins are like my childrens, I love them all equally. My assassins story is only rivaled with my Cult story, and the two are sorta intertwined. Then again I can just say I love my Underground Stories and that covers both of them. And when I say "cult" I don't mean a bunch of weird teenagers sacrificing hamsters and lighting incense in their closet. I'm talking about an Order of warlocks that are part of the Underground system. Since I never like show my stories to anybody I have to tell you guys about this, but I won't elaborate because it's way complicated.

So I was listening to the song "The Prayer by Bloc Party" which is totally not all religious and is epic and made me think of my assassins story and inspired a new part of a scene.

It's funny because Swing Kids reminded me a lot of my story. It's sort of strange too, because a lot of that stuff actually (in a way) happened so my Assassins Underground relates to Nazi Germany? >_>

Anyway, I'm pumped with muse to write, but I'm in the middle of writing the definition of "fluorescence" for my freaking (inane) science project, which I totally procrastinated. So I'm stopping myself because I'd probably go on a writing rampage and not ever stop. Seriously, I'd be like writing until the ending of time, or until the good music to write with stopped, which ever comes first.

of all of my dear Assassin characters it's questionable if two of them ever even killed anybody, which I find humorous. but they do other services to the assassins. but still, the Assassins are more of a loose term. well Methusalah's Assassins to be more exact. To those more educated in the way of Christianity, Methusalah is a name from the Bible, but I found it in redwall, but chose it over Asmodeus, a name for the devil. I find that humorous too. good ol' St. Methusalah (or whatever he is) or Asmodeus to be the beyond ebil assassin leader, hmmm, the Saint! But he has "Meth" in his name, which is cool (in the evil sort of way)

I totally need to make a sketch of a hit team of assassins coming out of The Underground. T'would be epic.

I want a movie to be made out of my story without me actually having to write the whole story or make the movie. Like it to be all professional then I can just go and see it and it would be like my favorite movie and I'd finally know what happens at the end. It's hard to make people cry without the appropriate music or dark theater or sad visuals. That's usually my goal at the end of stories, make them cry up their guts or at least some tears. Movies do that much better. So far I've made myself happy, but nobody who's read it seemed more sad than just going "D-::: ouch. nice ending, GOD!"

the end

It's Midnight Thirty

Yeah, so I went upstairs to read and go to bed and stuff at like 9:30, turned off my light at 10:20 like I should and I lay in bed until I couldn't stand it anymore. Now I'm down stairs in the compy room writing this on the lap top. Can you say insomnia? Actually I don't really blame you too much if you can't, considering it's not too common of a word and it looks funny. Augh, this post is really going to be random ranting and I probably won't remember doing this in the morning, so it will be funny looking at this tomorrow and editing all of my typos. Seriously, you can't blame me for being fuzzy-headed.

I stubbed my toe, well my whole foot really hard and it's turning purple. Some friendly advice: when making a stealthy escapade down stairs in the middle of the night when you're not thinking clearly, don't hit your foot on the nearest and spikiest banister-base-edge. Just don't. It hurts. Trust me. And you might just wake everybody else up with your cursing.

Yeah, so I'm still awake and I'm not really that tired. Like I feel like talking animatedly to somebody, so that's why I'm doing this post. To keep freaking sane. It would be funny if I logged on gmail and some of my friends were on there, oops I tried and nobody else is still awake. I wonder why the heck not! The night is young! Relatively!

This is sorta what I mean on my livejournal account where I said that my interests were "sleeping" and "not sleeping". Sleeping is nice when you have a flexible 14 hour time period to do it and can get to sleep right away, but when your so crushed for time, like on good nights like this evening where I finished my homework by 8 and was able to get to bed relatively early and have to wake up unpleasantly at like O-dark-hundred then it's not that great. Not that I'd rather be here typing insanely away on my blog but oh well.

I might be fast asleep right now if I didn't keep on having these freaking dreams that I was stepping on a piece of ice, slipping and falling backwards to get that "jolt" awake thing. Those things are just as good as electric shocks.

Is it time for breakfast yet? I'm freaking starving. Anyway. I think I hear my dog attacking her bed, so this is what she does when we are sleeping. I think the bed is winning, honestly.

My "Dealing with Dragons" alarm just went off in my head. If I read a really good book for the first time, then almost exactly a year later I think that I should reread it. I have a long list of books that were my wintertime books. I don't know how I fit freaking all of them. Holy crap. But they're all so good. Lol.

While I keep on complaining about pretty much everything, I might as well mention that my fore-arms hurt like he-ckola. The short story is that I was climbing a tree when there wasn't any snow and I ended up slipping, and putting all of my weight on my arms, twisting around and hitting my back on the trunk of the tree. But we had to do volleyball today. At least H, who's not my gym teacher, but taught us today anyway, isn't a sadist. Might as well being, considering everything in volleyball ignites the Tree's Revenge as I call it. Well ever since... now. I've said that. I don't know. We were taking chairs down at knowledge masters a few weeks or so ago and hurt like he-ckola and I was like "holy crap" and dropped the chair. It must've looked pretty stoopy.

I thought this might help consume my energy, but it hasn't. Maybe blogging has caffeine in it. I'll have to check the label. Okay whatever, I will stop burning the eyes of who's ever reading this and go like read or something. Sorry. Maybe I won't post this.

Ha, I'm editing this and it's the next morning. I was pretty (the typing form of) inarticulate and a little bit vulgar. I do remember doing this, and I got to sleep at around 1 wake up at O-dark-hundred and that's like 5-6 hours of sleep. I'll try not to bite anybody's head off at school, but that will be the stupid lower life forms in my LRT and not you guys. So that's why I'll have brain tendrils and blood coming out of my mouth when I get on the bus. I'll have bitten somebody's head off for being pathetic and stupid. I wonder if that would hold up in court. "Gentlemen and Ladies of the jury, I decapitated my opponent not because I was hungry, but because my opponent was stupid and confused." No, I really don't think it would. I'll be good.

Weird music, random post

I'm just going to post about random things. Well nothing happened during lunch today, because it was the day of rest and we didn't even have knowledge masters.

So my brother got this cd from his friend that I doubt he has even heard, but I took it and am obsessed with a few songs on it. One is really weird, and I don't know why I like it so much. I wonder if you can send nicotine through speakers. That would explain it. It's a bit too screamy for my liking. But considering I like it, I'm being a bit contradictory.

Science today was a nightmare as usually, we got like a billion hand outs and a bunch of homework. The science teacher was being just as stoopy and our homework assignments were stoopy too. I hate predicting things about something that I don't know about at all. Like... lima bean seeds? We did the freaking seed lab last year!!! Once again, it's stoopy! We were just like "it's going to have 4 3 mm leaves and it's going to be shorter if there's less light." Yay. So I raised my hand like for 5 minutes and the teacher told us to hold our thoughts till the end. So in the end people started asking questions and she answered so I put up my hand again, she ignored it and went on. So I walked up and asked her the question (a bit more angrily than necessarily, but she wouldn't notice if somebody yelled in her ear.) "how are we supposed to find a newspaper article about light and color?" and she was like "there could be one about lasers... or... yeah." and I was pretty pissed so i was like "so we just hope that a newspaper article is posted about lasers?!!" and she was like "you find one" so I whirled around and sat back down. But I seriously didn't think she noticed how angry I was.

Our math teacher told us about when he was swimming with sharks and pretending to be a pirate in math class. He put his white board marker in his mouth. But he didn't fulfill his promise to do math stealthily in honor of Ninja Day. It was more of a review day. He's awesome. And during work time we got just about every family guy episode summarized by the guy who sits next to me. It was really weird, not to mention distracting.

Yeah... ummm. I finished New Moon! omg@theending. It was erm... surprising!! But it wasn't the kind of ending where you're like "nooo" and are sad. It was just like "holy crap! okay!" Oh, E2, you know what I'm talking about. There's going to be a Twilight movie coming out. I can't imagine the book making a good movie. No way.

Genesis is awesome! And less weird than the other stuff mentioned! Yay!

Ummm. I think I'm done. Yeah pretty much. Okay.