Augh! forgetfulness and another weird story

I had this amazing idea last night but i forgot what it was! I even remember thinking "oh, I won't write this down, there is no way that I won't remember this when i wake up" because i was too almost asleep to get up. But now i don't remember it! I hate this! it was probably an idea for the best blog post that's ever happened, which i'm totally botching right now. It could be a new story idea, a weff idea, a school idea or all of the worlds secrets. This is frustrating, it was so cool. ah well.

Whoa! So I was cruising through some Kill Hannah songs because I want new ones and I found a way to get songs off of youtube onto my ipod. Then I found this one that GOES WITH MY ASSASSINS STORY. perfectly. soooo weird! It's called The Chase, here are some lyrics that are actually like the story.

" With tears down your face
I've got to see the stars
Is that so hard?
Secrets that day
I'll take to the grave"
The assassins live underground. (hence why i call my stories my Underground Series). The thing that my main character missed was stars. And that Damon was undermining Methusalah and couldn't help but follow him anyway for some reason etc., those were secrets he made sure she took to the grave.

"The chase is on
If you run
I will follow you
And I belong in your arms
Dying next to you..."

Okay, they are not dying in eachother's arms. That would be hokey. And they hate each other. They die next to each other because they just killed each other and are slowly bleeding to death. Not exactly true love. maybe some sort of twisted love. But "The chase is on, if you run, i will follow you," That is the main character tracking down Damon to slaughter him because he ruined her life and almost killed her.

"You can pray all you want
We're not coming back oh...
All these thoughts, they just fade away..."

This would almost be from Damon's perspective. (though i do not want to picture him singing o.o) The main character was taken in by a cathedral (hence praying) when she was almost killed the first time and couldn't remember her old life, which is "all these thoughts they just fade away" and "we're not coming back" is Damon, Albion, Dali, etc.

it's just really bizarro.

Anyway weird story, brought to you by the same guy who got suspended for refusing to take off a pirate hat because "it was his religion". I bring you "Equestrian Artistry" It's a club that was approved by the High School. 50 people showed up for the first meeting. It is a club... for drawing... horses! i cracked up for like 5 minutes when my brother described it. My brother and all of his friends are in it, and my brothers friend founded it and went through all of the "club approval" crap. Like on the form he said "Gaining understanding through powerful horse drawing" or something. it is so weird. they put up posters and everything.
At the meeting at the start for attendance they put down their own names and their "horse names" said a "horse pledge" and "neighed" wth. lololol. these are highschool seniors and sophmores and like... i don't know it's so weird that i'd totally join.

yeah.

stealing authors, the play, hallow tree, songs

Okay, first off, I'm pissed off! I think Christopher Paolini must have been on the same forums that I post my stories too because he totally ripped off my stories. I mean, he named one of the cities "Melian"! that's my name! The rebel leader, Melian the Wolf from my Prisoner Exchange story. And then he has a chapter called "Blood On The Rocks" did I not name my assassin story in 6th grade "Blood Stained Rocks"? And not for just any old reason, like that was actually a theme of the story. Let's see what else... hm I might let The Trial Of The Long Knives pass, but just barely. Oh yeah! Brom's Ring is suddenly called "Aren" which was totally the name of the guy from Flash of Dark in the first draft. Anyway I'll stop ranting.
Because naturally, I copyright all these things like a billion times and I'm the only one who is ever capable of making them up. god, the nerve of some people.

Sigh if that was the only reason I had for being angry, then I would be one simple person. I think I'm going to stay in the play, though it is going to be just about every day from now till mid november till 5 or 6 after school. Being in a play is so awesome, but i really really wish it was like last year or the year before even though those plays sucked.

-The presidential debate was really cool to watch.
-Hallow tree is so peaceful I freaking love it. I think i've forgiven it for cheating on me.
-Joey passed out for like a second in math. he just sort of fell out of his chair and got up laughing with a red face. The nurse said that he just pinched a vein in his neck and got to go back to class.
-My doggy-puppy-cutie got a hair cut and she is extremely adorable. I'm planning on getting my hair cut like an inch.

I got new song by Tegan and Sara and it's really awesome for writing Blood stained or what ever the hell i'm going to call that story. my assassins story, that is. Like some of the lyrics go really well with it, it's called Knife Going In, I mean just the title already is screaming "assassin!".
Also Follow You Into the Dark is a sort of mainstream song, but it's pretty good. It's really sweet, like the lyrics go well with Specials, and the Eragon series in terms of roran and katrina. (I'm a sucker for roran/katrina even though it's typical. typical doesn't mean it's bad.)

While we're on the topic of lyrics, I need to get Neutral Milk Hotel a proper shout out. Their use of Anne Frank references always kill me. IT IS SO SAD.

"And I know they buried her body with others,
Her sister and mother and five-hundred families.
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine." -Oh Comely

Now Ghost doesn't make much sense at all o.O, but this line is definitely her:
" And she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929"

"The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone "
"Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies" -Holland 1945

And so on, it's a lot more emotive in the actual songs.

So yeah, life goes on... sadly.

PS: The only thing that could make Westerfeld any cooler. Yes my friends, he supports Obama.

Pretties!

augh! I have to rant about this book! It is so epic, despite how unbearable the start is. Do not read any farther if you haven't read pretties!

I've just gotten past the part where Tally finds out about the Cutters. Shay is like the awesomest character in the whole series, David and Zane are too annoying. Everything bad always happens to Shay, where as everything falls into place for Tally. Shay not only thinks her way out of being Pretty-minded like Tally but she is willing to bleed for it. In freezing rain. with a ritualistic chant. Now that is an epicly disturbing scene.
Augh (strangled cry) If I was Tally during the scene where she has to talk to that middle pretty head shrink, it would be all i had not to rip out his heart and eat it in front of him. He was sooo infuriating. I hate how docile they make people where they are "worried" about shay because she yelled at Tally, very justified-ly, when shay is actually cutting herself trying to stay "bubbly". And it was almost funny when Zane said that the doctors lectured him about eating for so long that he went unconscious before they actually decided to heal his bones.

What I don't get, is Tally was thinking that if she broke her thumb bone, then she could slip off the cuff "but that would be totally ouch" and she stops thinking about it. And when she brings it up to Zane, they're cut off. Zane breaks like 3 bones in his hand punching the wall just to give the cuff a reason for their speedy trip to the hospital, soon after that. Now that is "totally ouch" really, that was just light a side note. Then they're almost willing to risk the "crusher" why don't they just break their wrists/thumbs? it's better than turning all of the bones in your hand to liquid by accident. sigh. i guess that wouldn't make as good of a story.
Now I really want to read uglies, because that was really cool. and I don't really know why I started rereading with Pretties first. God but this book is an insane masterpiece.

anyway. sorry. this book is just awesome. i don't so much like the part with the pre-rusty villagers and the "end of the world little men". but when Tally gets to the new smoke that's pretty cool.

Bluuuugh

School is icktastic. Like really... When am I going to use this stuff in life?? Physics... transitive verbs... functions... Econ, Gov a bit of LA and Health are really the only things I think i might need and maybe not even though. Physics, like all of us, is eating away at my mind. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuughhh.
Plus it's warm out today, i mean, what's with that?

Last night i was a humongous wreck, like after six. I spilled my dinner (a big bowl of fiber-1 cereal and milk) all over my shoes, my backpack and the carpet right as I was thinking "Where the hell is my science notebook, I really need it," "I can't beleive I only have threeish hours to do infinite homework" "I have two quizzes tomorrow" "what is with all if this family coming into town suddenly?" "I have to memorize my marching band songs and I don't even know what the first note is" "I might have callbacks tomorrow so even less homework time and plenty of nerves." The spill was just like when you stretch and stretch a rubber band that is me and the spill was like a sharp knife coming down on that thin, stretched rubber band. I ended up crying over split milk (and my delicious fiber cereal dinner! that actually wasn't that delicious as soon as it combined with the carpet) I knew it wasn't a big deal at all, right, you just clean up the milk and cereal, make yourself a new bowl, bring your stuff upstairs, turn on the Pretties audiobook and do your physics, study of econ and government. But basically it felt like my whole life sucked, like really sucked, like the vacuum of space kind of sucking. like emptiness. void. Nothing. That feeling barely subsided long enough for me to get my physics homework done in like 2 hours and study both my econ and government quizzes in 20 minutes.

And then I started reading Peeps by my favorite author Scott Westerfeld before bed. BUT IT WAS SO SAD (got westerfeld is a master of his craft). Let me quote from it. Here is the last sentence that I could read before I had to stop "Sarah had lost everything, shedding the pieces of her life one by one to placate the anathema until she was left here in this dark place, clinging to the shuddering, rickety frame." And the frame refers to what used to be her favorite movie, where elvis sells pieces of his car until he only has a rickety frame left. you just have to read it. So there comes the sucky-ness again.

sighcraplifereallysucks. I've found sometimes you can measure misery in tissues. Last night got a whopping 17.

On a happierish note I went to the park to read in Hallow Tree and I found a hair binder in it that definitely was not mine! I asked the tree if he had been seeing other girls and he ignored me. that insensitive jerk. but i'm sure our relationship will get through this.

Lol this is great

I love wordle.net

Here's one of my blog. But you can tell it has only done like the posts from this month because "conversationalist" and "cultural revolution" are on there more than "stoopy" and "epic" and "sigh".

And here's a laugh
God, it's even funnier seeing it from a celebrity like Matt Damon (he was Jason Bourne in bourne identity I believe.) And he's so serious about it too. In a way this is grave and scary instead of funny. but it's still funny. it's like a bad disney movie!

I'll post about the overnight later.

meh

life is annoying

OMG inkdeath!

I'm sooo happy that Inkdeath is coming out soon, Cornelia Funke is such a big owner! Inkspell was the book that inspired my Prisoner Exchange story, along with part of Eragon. Which brings me to the part that Brisngr is coming out too! How happy is that??? (answer=very happy). I already spoiled myself with some iffy-wikipedia-plot-details that I think Funke gave away in her last year German reading of Inkdeath. And one of them pisses me off! Aughhhhh! after everrryyything!!! (wah). But it will doubtless be really really cool. As cool as inkspell... it's hard to say. But I don't like fenoglio. or whoever. he's annoying. Or uh Orpheus. Stupid Orpheus, Farid is so much cooler than thou.

So I just spent an unmentionable amount of hours drawing and correcting and editting and redrawing and fussing over one of my drawings. I wanted to prove that I could do more than just a straight-on, small-sized person like what I was trying to do with this and this but for both of those I had a reference. For this the only reference I used was myself! At some point you might have been able to tell before I modified the eyes and gave her not-me hair and not-me face shape. So basically, I used myself to make sure the proportions were right and the general lines of the face. To anybody who listens to music while they draw, I suggest the dark ipod screen as a mirror, it's very effective :D. I always like only use myself as a model, or pictures or something, because staring at other people is somewhat unsettling for me. Plus they'd be like "wth is this taking so long?" and I'd be like "just seven more hours!" (not really) and then I'd show them the drawing and they'd be like "This doesn't even look a slightest bit like me!" and I'd be like "oh yeah, all I really needed is how to draw a nose, and where your ear is, and the head shape. sorry." then they'd proceed to murder me. That's why i don't like models.
So anyway this didn't really prove I can do it, it just proved that after a long time I can produce something that looks like a human, yayz! I'm sort of picturing the person I'm drawing as being Maeve from my vampy story.

No worries about my vampy story, it will be just as disturbing and edgy as any other story i'd write, it won't be all highschool-gushy-mushy-goth-cheerleader stuff or something. yuck. goth-gossipy-cheerleader-vampires sounds like a nightmare, what a contradiction.

Anyway, I think somebody up there has a vendetta against me, because I was going to go sit in my tree in the woods and stare out at the field and read a book in the serenity, beauty and quiet and possibly rain. but there was like a freaking circus at the play ground. Well more like a billion screaming kids with balloons, and a jumping castle and a person with a loud speaker. A jumping castle!!! WTH. that was so irritating it was actually funny. Like I said, vendetta. I could hear them from my tree.

FALL IS COMING! IT'S COLD! IT'S HAPPY! IT'S AMAZING! Sure signs of fall: my dog made me smile this morning before I put on my chapstick and little beads of blood formed on my mouth, definitely dry enough. plus my hands right now are like subzero. and it's not even THAT cold. somehow my circulatory system failing definitely indicates fall.

OAUGOEUGH! pain and suffering! PAIN and suffering. So in the thespian project, we split up into groups of two, one group is doing the script, one costumes blah blah blah. Me and this one guy are doing Setting/Set/Props. So we meet at my house and get through the props and sets we need in an orderly fashion and then talk for like who knows how long. He is a conversationalist. I am sort of like any animal that lives under a rock and communicates with flicks of its tongue. No, but being a conversationalist, he was easy to talk to. And now I'm jealous of Valley View's Drama Board. And here's where the pain and suffering comes in. Afterword me and my mom meet in the hall when I'm going into the compy room and she goes "SoOOOooo" and makes THE FACE. augh! why do moms always have to think about stuff like that?? It's promoting a bad message, that's what I think! (grumble grumble grumble.)

sigh.

100th post!!! wow!!

So the first two days of school are ova! now the read work starts (crai).

Getting up in the morning so far hasn't been too hard. though I've finally fallen asleep past 11:00 both nights. this surprises me, but hey, 2 times isn't amazing yet. Yesterday I was freakily giddy, same with monday, but like school should have crushed that out of me. it was like an insane emotional high. maybe my body anticipated negativity so poured all of my happiness reserves into me, and it was overkill. what ever it was, that was messssssseeeeddd up. The pepfest was weird and when the guy was like "I've got the spirit, yes I do, I've got the spirit, how bout you" it sounded like instead of the spirit he was saying "despair" so I was truthfully able to answer that for the first time. hell, i had enough despair for everybody in that room :]

The teachers are sort of unusual this year. I have: a dyslexic teacher, a blind teacher, a veeeeery layed back egotistical teacher, a nerd and a first time (classroom) teacher. okaaay. Yeah, there's nobody I hate yet, so that's good. but my health teacher is just... a health teacher, well more like gym.

Looking forward to gov. Not looking forward to gym (don't have it yet anyway), band and math.

yeah.

IT WAS COLD TODAY. YAAAAAAY X A BILLION. it was so refreshing! so crisp! so cleansing! so perfect, so right! It set my soul singing and my senses dancing! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! coldness for all and for all a good autumn! C:

Sitting in Hallow tree at the park is reeeeeaaaallly fun to read in. great view, relatively comfy, and dude, you get to sit in a tree. yayz? so now i do that like bi-daily. fun fun fun!