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8.28.2009
You are remarkable.
No, I am tired.
I'm going to be posting something tomorrow that's quite lengthy and tedious, I assume. Right now, even though my blogger-mentality is saying "post a huge message and all will be well", I'm tired and I need sleep. My body and mind has been neglected lately, and so I'm giving them this night.
So I'll post tomorrow.
G'night.
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8.26.2009
+ Once again, the title format changes to allow for a simple and clean look. +
Two nights ago, I was online MSN talking to my friend, Scotty, about all manners of things. We cruised through introductions and grammatical topics and went straight into psychology and theories on nightmares. Immensely fascinating subject, nightmares. After plowing through that, we waded into the soothing topic of things we were obsessed with when we were kids. I love talking about that. When I was a child I had so many things that I was passionate about, and things I loved to do. One of my favorite pastimes is when I was 9, I used to lay down in the basement stairwell and hang my head off the edge while eating bagels (preferably blueberry) and reading classic tales of daring and heroics, like Robin Hood and Peter Pan. As you can see, I was very much an adventure enthusiast.
Scotty's favorite thing he'd play with: spell-checkers. Yes, that is incredibly nerdy however, I too have a fondness for excruciatingly long words and proper grammar.
In these wonderful days of technology, I have found myself relying on spell-checkers much too often. I should be able to just re-type the word properly, forgetting that I should be able to type in correctly in the first place anyways. Is there really a need to right-click and select the right word? No, there isn't, but that doesn't stop me from doing it. And most of the time I get words that have nothing to do with the bit of text I had just typed. Of course, these days, with words made from the use of the Internet, things like 'bittorrenting' get me corrections like 'brunting' and 'truanting'. Not much use there.
Now, I consider myself a respectable writer. Having generally received low A's and high B's in my English courses, and also having completed two Creative Writing courses I think I can whip up a couple decent paragraphs. That doesn't mean however, that I am master of words. Oh, no. Sure, I can pull hippopotomonstrosesquippedailophobia off the top of my head no problem, but when it comes to spelling everyday, regular human words I tend to fail - often. Just typing these simple paragraphs I spelled 'received', 'enthusiast' and 'basement' all wrong. 'Basement!' How can someone possibly screw that up, right? Well, I can, and they make me feel like Facebooking my 3rd grade teacher for extra-curricular lessons. Alternatively, when I spell a word correctly I feel pretty good about myself, especially if it's a word I usually spell horribly wrong, like 'fascinating'. (I had to try really hard just then to add that 's' in the beginning.)
I need to begin writing again. Every since Graduation, I've been avoiding any type of actual writing. All except blogging, of course. Anything creative, anything that requires excessive thinking and poking into other people's business and lives, anything that has me rooting through sources and picking out quotes. If I remember, 2 months ago, that was pretty fun. I wonder what happened. I guess I stopped caring. But, that is no more! I will start writing again, well, I have, technically, written some things, but they are certainly not up to par with what I think is amazing - not at my caliber.
For the sake of sanity, I'm ending this here. And because it's 11:11 and publishing something at this time makes me happy.
+ edit: my computer fails, and so this post has been published at 11:13 instead. Ugh.
Labels: childood, life, writing
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8.25.2009
50th post! I can hardly believe I'm typing it out right now. My last blog (Elivate) was not nearly as pampered as this one. It took a good half-year to reach 50 posts, and this one has been posted in 50 times in 2 months. Unreal. I am so happy.
Over the past few days, I've taken to writing small messages to random strangers and leaving them all over the place for people to find. My most frequently used is, of course, "You are remarkable" and "Somewhere, someone loves you." Sometimes I leave the notes with items - heart-shaped rocks, or bits of glass, or empty Jones bottles, the little slip of paper, or sticky-note safely tucked away under or inside. It leaves a wholesome feeling in my heart as I walk away, like I've done something good for this world, no matter how small it may seem.
+ I wish I were a butterfly. +
At some point during today, I'm supposed to head out with Kris and Demi. Kris wants to take pictures of our group - a whole film roll each - and I get to be the very first. I'm pretty pleased about that, although I'm not sure why that is, but I also feel a tiny thread of trepidation; posing well and having clean lines and a good figure for nice shots, because they are the first. I guess I feel somewhat obligated to set an example. But, I will do my best to relax and have fun. The bonus is that I get to hang with friends and wear amazing clothes and fun makeup while doing it!
And now, as does Kris, I wish I had vibrant eyes.
+ Twitter is not working right now, and I'm getting antsy about it. How ridiculous of me! +
Labels: life, photography, writing
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8.24.2009
I had an O.K. day today, just as the days leading up to it were also mostly O.K. Aside from the few moments where I rode briefly in the car with Demi and Robbie and the night I spent with her and Jenny, they have all been like this and it's killing me.
Simply put, I need some drama in my life. Today, I got some.
Nate and Melissa broke up.
Wow.
They had been together for almost 3 and a half years, recently even living together. Ben and I had a bet going as to when Nate was going to pop the question and get engaged and all that fun stuff. Apparently, that's not going to happen.
It wasn't the result of an affair or a massive fight, and I'm actually pretty pleased at how they're handling it. As pleased as one can get in this situation.
As it is, Melissa had quit school for Nate a long time ago. She decided that he was most important at that moment and chose to stay with him instead of continuing her education. I respected her decision - we all did. It didn't matter our opinions on it, just that she was ultimately happy with her decision and that it was what she thought was right.
I guess, lately she's been thinking about returning to school. She wants to finish University and earn her diploma; get a career. She and Nate have occasionally brought it up, but neither has had the courage to bring it out and into the open for long discussion until a few days ago. They have been talking about it over the weekend, and the ultimatum was made by Nate. She could stay and they'd be together, or she could go, but there was no way in Hell he was going to have a long-distance relationship, ever. Her education took priority, and now she is at her friends house and Nate and her have broken off their relationship.
This is what I awoke to at 11 this morning. Melissa was crying downstairs, watching TLC and eating grape Popsicles with great fervour. Mum explained to me what had transpired.
I supposed I'm a little proud of her decision to follow her dreams, yet a little disappointed as well in the fact that after 3 years, she and Nate couldn't hold it together for a couple of months, weeks even, to try a long-distance relationship. Truthfully, I don't think it would have worked out, but I'm sure they could have at the very least given it a shot. Owell, that's all over now. She is going to move out of their shared house, gather her things (and her courage) and go back to TRU. It being so close to September already, there is not way for her to get in as such a close time, so I suspect she'll be applying for either the second semester courses or for next year. At the moment, she's staying with us and her friends. My grandparents are here still, but they are returning to Kamloops in the week and it's not said whether or not she will be departing with them to rent with our cousin there.
So, enough drama for me? I assure you, after all of that, it wasn't nearly enough. I'm beginning to think that I'm a bit of a drama-whore. I need something HAPPENING in my life. Sitting at home, eating granola bars, allowing myself to slouch through the day, wasting away in a computer chair is not what I call drama - not in one bit. If I was a book right now, I be dreadfully boring. You'd probably trade me for a Klondike bar.
In Other News:
+ Artist list is (again) on hold.
+ I've turned to the OUT-side. Sleeping in a tent is amazing.
+ Had a terrible craving for chips and dip today. When I caught a glimpse at a Philly Cream Cheese commercial I almost ate the T.V.
+ Grad gifts are getting closer to being completely conceived, yet so far away from being purchased. More news on that soon, promise.
+ You Are Remarkable!
+ Family photos! A whole new blogpost on that, I assure you. ;3
+ Family photos! A whole new blogpost on that, I assure you. ;3
+ Wrote some poetry. Some more dreams. New strange and wondrous people with fascinating lives.
Stay tuned!
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8.23.2009
Rode the gondola at Pano. With Demi. And some guy with a cool hat.
In greater detail, I was all part of one of their little car-games and I got picked up. For your personal relief, Demi, I felt (in all seriousness) completely content in that car. In that tiny car. A tiny car going 100km on 50km roads. With great music randomly cracking the silence and my hair blowing all over the place. I guess nothing really phases me much anymore. I passively registered any close calls and speed-ups after the fact, so it didn't really matter all that much to me that 50% of his driving was done with his knees.
It was a great 2 hours and Robbie, well, I heartfully approve this relationship you have with him. When I arrived at home, Sarah decided that I smelled awfully different that I usually do. Happy as a dog with two tails.
And now, aside from internally nicknaming him "Oakley", I have the urge to buy 14 different colors of neon and splatter my whole room with it.
...
And a toaster.
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8.22.2009
I was browsing blogs just now (must have passed through roughly 30) and I chanced upon Yes and Yes blog. Somehow I always end up there. Reading her new post, I couldn't help but internally clap at some of the things she said. Finished, I scrolled down through the comments, observing opinions and snickering condescendingly, when I came across this comment by Edith, author of http://omg-raptor.blogspot.com/. Her comment had me laughing pretty hard.
I appreciated her comment, because the middle-end is exactly my take on it. Unlike Edith however, I have actually read the whole series and (aside from the 8th-grade writing style) I found myself strangely attracted to it. I'm thinking it was the idea of falling (helplessly) madly in love with someone who was so right for you, but so incredibly different...and sparkly, and not being able to get close enough to physically be with him. For, you know, 3 years or until the final series addition.I managed about a paragraph of Twilight before I felt nauseous.My stomach just isn't up to it.I will totally admit however, that if Twilight had come out when I was 13, I would have been all over that shit. I would have been an epically sexually frustrated teenager with an affinity for (much) older, pasty white men who sparkle.Harry Potter came out then instead - so I'm just a big nerd.
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8.21.2009
Today was full of chance meetings and sudden inspiration.
Here is the long-winded, vague version of my day:
I woke up at 6 and didn't feel like I could go back to the wonderful dream I had previously been in so I got up, got dressed, skipped a shower, grabbed my backpack (stuffed it with soda crackers, water, pop-tarts and granola bars), slipped on my shoes and headphones and headed out the door. I wandered up and around the high school, admiring the horrible new paint selections. Walked around Westside road for an hour or so. Lied down on the fresh morning grass at J.A. Laird then walked down to Kinsmen beach, where I spread out a beach towel in a lush area and basked in the 30°C rays shining on our town. Read a book, listened to some Gavin DeGraw and Death Cab and worked on my tan (yeah right).
I remembered then that Skylar's beach party was today and that it started in an hour. Deciding to attend, I headed home first to call Demi and see if she was going too. Called her, no-one answered. So I hopped on the comp for a bit, re-filled my water supply, packed a smaller towel and headed all the way across town to James Cabot for some swim time. Took me 45 minutes to walk there in that sweltering heat, and when I finally arrived, no-one was to be found. I shrugged it off, thinking that they might show up later. Walked down the Wildlife Boardwalk for a little scenic tour and took off back home, stopping at Gerris Gelati to get some more water. 45 minutes later, I arrived at my house, called Demi once more (receiving (yet again) no answer) and decided that I could drop a rented movie back off at the video store. Grabbed the movie and $1.75 and trekked back into town, where I bought a Jones from the book store and dropped off the movie. Then I went all the way back down to Cabot to see if anyone had arrived yet, but seeing no-one there, I decided to hell with that idea and walked the train tracks for 2 hours or so, where I picked up interesting bits of glass and wrote poetry while walking barefoot.
As I was nearing the end of my track-walk, the train came and I walked beside it, loving the sounds as it rumbled along. It was a long train, and as the front of it reached close to it's destination it slowed down, and I let my fingers run over the cars as it did. The train stopped completely and I glanced to the other side through a gap in the cars and saw Thomas! It was so strange. We met at the exact same spot. Turns out, he had lost his cell earlier on my side of the tracks and was coming back to get it. As he climbed over to get it, Demi popped up behind him. It was all such a pleasant surprise. Tom re-crossed to the other side and I followed them, talking about things. Stopped at the Bakery, where Tom split off to go home, and Demi and I walked to the Cenotaph in the town center, where we sat for an hour and talked about the up-coming camping excursion to Enid, her Twilight-esq life and Grad presents. I carved my initials into her new ring with a pocket knife, talked a bit more and then parted. I enjoyed that small portion of time. If she feels obliged to, she's supposed to knock on my window sometime tonight to go for a walk. I really hope she does.
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Late Snips
+ My previous post really made me think about things. I typed it up at a time when I was calm and undisturbed, relaxed, and I had time to reflect on myself and this blog. As that moment is now forever gone, and I'm back to my anxiously-content self, I re-read my post and WOW, was it filled was some crazy stuff or what? The good crazy, that is. It was...deep, even for me. I am very pleased about the descriptive passages, the poetic flow and the stylistic elements that I had used, though I'm not sure how to take it.
+ Nothing as eccentric and personal in this post as that last one. Nor in future ones, I'm thinking. I am (sadly) in a vocabulary slump at the moment. Descriptive power has been drained to the dregs.
+ Music is becoming a major part of my life. It's also a career option, and one that I'm seriously thinking about pursuing.
+ So is interior decorating. I've found a steaming passion for cabinet trim and organic pillow throws.
+ Yes and Yes [dot] blogspot [dot] com is quickly becoming an all-time favorite site to visit. Sarah Von is an amazing woman who shares her tips, advice and personal experience with her readers. When I read her blog, I feel as if I can connect with each post in some way. Oh, and her thrifting, travel plans and cheap decorating ideas are heaven. If you haven't visited her yet, do so.
+ Kris, remember when I said I didn't like flickr? Yes, well, that's changing. I am a flickr photostream whore...
+ If you need some laughs, check out the "That's What She Said" and "Random laughter when remembering something" groups on Facebook.com - they are chock-full of hilarious photos and experiences from site members.
+ Games not challenging enough for you? These are sure to make you scream in frustration. And remember: Walkthroughs are for people with short attention spans who's imagination level is below the below-average line.
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8.15.2009
If you glance at my desktop, all but one window will be closed. This window is Notepad. No matter what I'm doing, whether it's downloading songs or chatting on MSN or designing or reading or even typing something else, it's always there. It's there to record my thoughts and my feelings. Tiny snippets never blogged or tweeted, though many are. I use this open Notepad as my day planner, my life planner, my heart planner. If I see a website I like, I'll make a note of it, or/and if anything else appeals to me. A quote. A tweet. A phrase. A photo. Movie. News article. Link to a crayon drawing done by a 5 year old African boy with AIDS. Mostly, items that mean things to me in some nonsensical and silly or silently serious form or another. It's my Life-Pad. At the moment, it's propped open in the upper-right hand corner of my desktop, everything else has been minimized, and I'm typing up this blog post.
With every tap of the Enter key, I hear a sharp buzz as my monitor responds and as the Life-Pad gets longer. Each previous line reacting with one before that and one before that and soon enough, the lines disappear up through the Alt bar and the window border with the title and the little blue notepad icon to float off screen into pixelized oblivion.
My life has a similar screen. It follows similar patterns, events reacting with events reacting with events reacting with events...and soon enough, everything in my past slides up and away out of the restrictions in my life and mind - out of reach - out of the borders. Sadly, the undo button has been irreparably broken, and so I must live each and every day with the best of my ability, pressing the save button repeatedly with fervent hope and dream that I'll be able to remember what has gone by.
Through the years, I have been blessed with the curse of forgetfulness. I forget to do the dishes, and I forget to clean my room, and I forget that today I was supposed to work at 5 instead of 5:30. Yes, but not that. I am not scared of forgetting. No, not that. I'm scared of not remembering. Not remembering childhood memories. Not remembering my first stuffed animal. Not remembering home-schooled art-classes, or the hundreds of spiders whose homes were spun in my little playhouse. Not remembering pogo-stick jumping 1,985 times in my pj's in front of family and friends while having to go to the bathroom. Not remembering my first stitch, my last spanking, the last first day of my first high-school experience. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it so much. And I'm scared of it. Scared so badly that it'll keep getting worse - that all my little memories will float up and away past the Alt bar with the small blue notepad and all it's mini, pixelized spiral bindings.
And so I blog. I have realized that this is my main reason for blogging. I HAVE to remember things. Even if it's the small things. I never really post about the huge events we have or parties I attend. There's no large posts about birthdays or shopping excursions because, to me, those are great, but they're not what makes me the happiest. It's not really what happens on those days. It's more about who I spend it with and the 'moments' I share with those people. Witty, or supposedly witty, comments that make us laugh until our breath is stolen by the air into which the sound carries. Gentle touches that make the fairies hidden in nearby flowers sigh and plant riddles into our heads that takes us months to figure out and when we do we laugh and touch - to sigh all over again. It's the small things. Like chasing leaves, like sudden gasps at far-off sights, like fleeting anger and soft pillows to lay our heads in. Side by side. Until we can't think of anything more to say. Like the silence that follows that's more powerful than a shout or a laugh or a whisper or fear. Small, perfect things.
That's what I want to blog about - to remember. For the next little while, you might open up your browser window to type in my address and see a short post. That doesn't mean anything happened that wasn't interesting. It means that one tiny post is filled with the most beautiful things that have happened in my life, and that I felt like sharing only those with the world.
It isn't just about my life anymore. It's about me.
This window that's always open will be re-named today.
Labels: inspiration, life
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8.12.2009
Before I start crying, I'm going to post something.
I don't know if I can stop smiling. It's inside.
The contradictions are so vibrant. I want to laugh and scream and dance and kick something all at once.
The mail came today.
My postcard arrived today, all soft cardboard and printed post. A spiriling blend of colors met on the cover, swirling and harmonizing with 2D imagry, contrasting the opposting side of off-kiltered type and commercial stamps. Within the silver square of the mailbox I could see it sitting, inconspicuously tucked among the cellphone bills and ads for new dishwashers, unknowingly containing the one phrase that will pierce my heart only moments later. A single sentence.
I softly fingered the carefully-taped edges as I held it close to my chest.
Back inside home, my mother gestured to it and questioned what it was.
I smiled warmly.
"It's for me, mum."
"It's mine."
+
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8.10.2009
I mentioned the other day that I posted on this blog almost every single day. I guess that's not exactly true. ^^;
I haven't been getting anywhere with that artist list. I still have only the A's and Ben Harper. I really need to get on with that.
Saturday night, I went over to Demi's house for a LOST get-together. Listened to Ambulance LTD on the way there (great walking music). When I entered her house, her mom directed me upstairs, where upon entering Demi's bedroom came face-to-face with an amazing scene. The gang was scattered around her small bedroom with Demi and Jenny on the floor and Kris and Ben on her bed. Unbelievably, Ben was reading Twilight aloud to everyone, while Demi was straightening Jenny's hair. I loved it. I think it was the first laugh I'd had that day. ♥
LOST was just as good as I remembered and even though we only watched 2 episodes that night, the rest of the time was absolutely incredible. The 5 of us cuddled on and around the couch downstairs and talked and laughed and filmed random videos on Jenny's Mac until 5 in the morning. Ben went home sometime during the night, as he had to work early, but Kris, Jenny and I crashed on the floor-mattresses in Demi's basement.
It's a great feeling, waking up in the same clothes you went to sleep in.
I'm supposed to head over to her house now to finish watching the LOST disk with everyone, because the plans we had for cliff-jumping failed. Ugh, it's raining heavily and it's cold and windy. Damn. I blame Spencer.
Pandora Hearts
today is
Gilbert Nightray
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8.08.2009
Sorry, Raeann, I've been posting almost every day now and there's no stopping me.
In a little under an hour, I'm off to Demi's house to watch LOST. It's been over a months since we've watched a disk and my brain has been getting dull, Haha, at least LOST-related things in it. Past information is all jumbled and miss-matched, so tonight will be nice.
If you do recall, in the previous month I was talking here about how many Welsh shows I was watching and how I kept adapting the accent. Well, tonight brought me back. I have just finished watching the Stone of Destiny - a Scottish show about the pride of one's country. It was chock-full of information, a fascinating storyline, great characters, and the cinematography was well done. Very intruiging movie, yes, I just happened to have picked up that lilt again. It always happens, and I'm not against it. It can throw me off a bit, though, and others as well. Saying something to Da' afterwards made him a tad surprised and we both laughed. If there was any accent I'd not mind to pick up, it would be of the Scotts.
Those moods that Kris sometimes gets where he doesn't talk much, or not at all, and he sits and smiles or thinks or does whatever he does without acknowledging us - I had one today. Da' treated us to Chinese food for dinner, as a special time to visit with out grandparents, and as we headed out to the restaraunt, I suddenly got the feeling that I didn't want to be around anyone who wanted to talk to me. It wasn't a bad feeling, and I didn't feel as if I was hurting anyone around me by being aloof and dissinterested. I just didn't feel like conversing with anyone about anything. Holed myself up in one of the place's tiny bathrooms for 5 minutes and I sat on the floor, head against the fading, poorly-painted walls; wrote a poem there on that green notepad Demi, Raeann and I know of. I was relaxed. Dinner went smoothly, other's conversations were decent and uplifted and the food was delicious. My mood has somewhat subsided, so I'll be okay with everyone tonight. Probably more than okay. I'll probably be off the walls. Meh. Who knows?
My chipped fortune cookie brought forth 3 fortunes for me tonight. They said this:
"People find it difficult to resist your persuasive manner." [ 10 14 21 32 40 45 ]
"Your surrounding friends will take good care of you." [ 5 11 13 33 40 42 ]
"Your ability to work in a group will make tomorrow successful." [ 15 17 27 41 42 48 ]
Pandora Hearts
today is
Alice (Bea-Rabbit)
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Despite being small in size, the titles of the new blog post-decade are eye catching. And now they shall be followed by an icon in each post depicting various characters from Pandora Hearts.
Grad Gifts. Ah yes, they are about to be put in motion. After the much-needed time was put forth, ideas have formed of dazzling nature. All will be astounded. A few of you will be shocked. Some will cry. Jenny will laugh. Kris will smile. Ben will don his 'shocked' face. Kim will tilt her head. Morgan will tee and hee. Each will be a masterpiece. I am going to have a wonderful time with this.
I had the delightful opportunity to punch my little sister 3 times today (with no returns) and I must say, she was not pleased. As we rounded the corner on the path that snakes around the hospital, a bright blue buggy whizzed by and I (decidedly lacking in all forms of hesitation) socked her shoulder. A few more steps and "BAM!" I hit her again after noticing the red one parked in the hospital lot. Scowling and determined, she scoured the area for the sea-foam green buggy that is usually parked next to the red, but to no avail. Until it rounded a far-off corner, that is. Unfortunately for her, she was looking the wrong direction. So I hit her. For the next hour she was looking so hard for buggys, I'm thinking if I had left her alone she might have 'Overhauled' a Volvo if only for the chance to return fire. It was a good morning.
Although Caitlin was not home, I left her the 4 dollars I owed her for a Timmy's run earlier under her doormat and placed a sticky note on her door - a note that was so on-the-spot and odd I can't remember what I wrote. I believe it contained "Annie", "NINJA!", "Prostitute", and "silly". Not in that order, but somewhere there.
Just for the fun of it, my father rented Sarah and I "Dragonball Evolution" to watch tonight. He was rather blandly amused by the entirety of it. In my opinion, it was better than the anime in 90% of ways. The other 10% was cheesy dialogue that can only be properly said while being 2-D and Japanese-voiced, and some graphics that are better suited for the imagination and computer generation. However, it was very well done and followed the basic themes and ideas of DB to a 'T'. And Goku's actor kicked ass.
Pandora Hearts
today is
Oz Vessalius
Labels: games, graduation, movies
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8.07.2009
OMG! Twitter is down! What are we gonna' do now? We have no one to relay our sentences to! We're all going to explode from the poorly-written and fragmented phrases that are building pressure in our minds! AHHHH!!!!!
I'll be okay. ^^;
edit: It's back on! Hallelujah.
Good news: HARRY POTTER 6 WAS AWESOME!
Bad news: Daniel Radcliffe has become unattractive in my eyes. The 19 year old look doesn't flatter him.
But, it was AWESOME! So good. And Fred and George were (ahem) hot. Jumped when the dead persons hand came out of the water in the cavern. Scared me so badly. Almost cried when Dumblydore died (almost), but (unlike a girl a few rows back) I managed to hold it together; she was bawling her eyes out. Hardcore fandom to the max.
Ginny + Harry = *loud girly squeal from me* + ♥ <---(that's a link, btw. ;)
Can't wait 'till the...um...how would you say it...6 1/2...7.5...7...er...the next one comes out. Deathly Hallows part 1! Wootness. Going with the gang, I surmise...maybe, if they can find time in their college-filled lives to hang with me back in little Invy when it is released. I love how it's being split into 2 segments. Builds the excitement and the suspense, eh? ♥
And now, I can cross that off of my wish list. Hah.
And my glasses as well. They look very nice - sophisticated, yet funky. I am so happy. Standing by the Theatre Entrance of the mall, I could read a poster on the back wall of Shoppers Drug Mart, which was across the mall! WAHOO! "I can see, I can see!"
It was a pretty fun day today. On the ride in to Cranbrook, we talked, just the five of us again. I love it. And on the way back, too. You are my best friends, guys. I hold deep affection inside for each and every one of you. Especially Jenny. You're a nutter.
"It won't come out!" ~Jenny
"Suck harder..." ~Me
Haha, ;3
Now that I have the Grad photos in, I'll upload a few for your viewing pleasure - tomorrow.
Right now, I'm going to go read my book. They've already had sex, so now that suspense is gone, but the plot is really, really, really fascinating. And so, I shall continue. xD
"Now for good luck, cast an old shoe after me." ~Irish Proverb
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8.06.2009
HGTV is probably my favorite channel, aside from TLC.
Jenny showed up yesterday and didn't even say hi! *cries* But, she brough me chocolate. ^^;
I lurve yous! ♥
Gonna' go see HP6 today. I'm very excited about it. And it'll be the first time in a long time that our entire 'group' is together all at once! Yay!
I did my laundry last night (most of it), so I have a lot of clean clothes and all of it is in my room now. This is good. I can finally go through them and throw out the clothes I think suck, don't fit me anymore or just don't match my style.
I've decided that every post in the 40's will have an icon in them. ^^;
I am so bored right now. Waiting for the whites to finish their drying so I have undergarments, 'cause right now I can't get dressed without them. Haha. Nothing to do until it's time to go to Cranbrook. Ayeayeaye. Nothing to dooo...
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8.05.2009
The "30's" titles are difficult to type in. I always end up entering 3thirty or 3irty or something stupid and having to backspace. They'll be over in 3 posts, though. No need to fret.
Added music to my blog. Took a bit of figuring out, but I managed. Yes, the song is Korean, but hey, it has a damn good beat. And it's addicting.
Will probably change it frequently. It'll be my "song of the moment" area. :3
It's 4am. Why am I still up? *sigh* Cause I'm addicted to the computer. Yeah, yeah. I know.
And I had a lot of instant coffee. It was Irish Cream, so it was totally worth it.
Watched "Watchmen" about 6 hours ago. Didn't like it at all. The idea of it was good, but the plot was hard to follow, the characters were boring and the movie had some moment that just didn't need to be there. Not talking about the sexual things, those were dumb as well, however, I'm talking about general things. Oh, and it was quite gruesome.
While standing in the video store, debating whether or not to see this movie, a little kid and his father grabbed a copy and rented it. I hope the father shut it off, because no 10 year old kid needs to see people having sex with latex.
Gaia is becoming quite the Internet hangout for me. Meaning I go there and waste time when I have nothing else to do. Thing is, it's an enjoyable waste. I'm thinking of starting role-playing. Like I'm not already detached from real life enough as it is. It just sounds like fun, plus it'll get me back into writing and character-creation. We'll see if there's anything remotely literate enough to join. ;p
Off to create some graphics and doodads with PS and FW.
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8.04.2009
I can't seem to hate "Starlight" no matter how hard I try. I like it, yes, but you'd think after listening it to death I'd get tired of it. Nada. Hasn't happened. Why?
I am thinking of starting on that scrapbook page that Jenny assigned to me. But, what should I put on it? Buttons, envelopes, lace? Meh. I'll think of things.
No country singers yet. I'm stuck with Lonestar, Rascal Flats and Taylor Swift. I need new ones!
Ben Harper is weird. I'm not sure whether to like him or not. Confused on my decisions.
Going to start typing up a profile for this baby. I'm pretty fail lately at it, but I might as well try.
Lots of thunder this morning, but no lightning. It was really strange. Shook the house, it was loud. Sounded like bombs going of around me. Kinda neat.
I forgot I had changed my blog skin. Clicked on my homepage and BAM! I was so confused. I thought I was on someone else's blog for a moment. xD Then it clicked. I like that, though. It's the surprise and pleasure of finding out that this cool blog is all mine.
Lately I've been having the urge to write and draw, but I've not been able to actually get down to it. With paper. Actual paper. I can't seem to get far enough from my computer to put pen to paper. Gah. Going to try sometime. Wish me luck.
Sorry to Ben about last night. I know he doesn't read this, but I feel much better for putting it here. The power went out because of the storm and I was nervous about turning my computer back on again in case it shut off suddenly again. So, I just went to bed.
Wal Mart called today. My glasses are in. Mum is going to pick them up on Thursday (and no, she is not going to drive the group anywhere).
Very excited to be able to see again. I think they come with attachable shades. I hope so.
I'm addicted to icons. Send me some of anything.
Noticing that my facial expression automatically change depending on the music I'm listening to.
I was just listening to some funk, and my eyebrows bent as my mouth did that little half-smile-smirk thing. Pretty fascinating stuff.
I do that side-smile a lot. When I was younger I saw someone smile like that and I thought it was the coolest thing since 007. So, I taught myself to smile like that and it's stuck. I try to smile
normally and it feels strange. My usual smile is a side-smile. So quirky.
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8.03.2009
It's been a while since I've posted last. I have been neglecting this. ;p I'm not sure I have a lot to type right now. At least, it starts out that way. Most time I never had things to say and then I start typing and something comes up that's important enough to make itself known.
Continuing on with my artist list, I have found only a few artists that I really like. Of course, I have songs from most of them, the very small amount from other artists, but there are just 3 or 4 bands from which I've found favorites.
I'm really picky with my music. If I don't like the first 5 bars or so, I will rarely like the song. First impressions are everything for me. Vocals must be good and there must be a good beat. Overall, I just really have to like it right away in order for me to like it at all. I get most of my music that way. Just a week or so ago, I found Imogen Heap. Immediatly after hearing the first couple words of Headlock and Hide and Seek I knew I loved it. I also knew that I'd like more songs by her. It just happened.
Right now, I'm listening to Armchair Cynics, and I'm not really feeling it. I somewhat like maybe 2 or 3 out of the 12 I've downloaded. Ugh. No good vibes whatsoever. >.<>
I keep adding artists to my list. It will never end! I swear, every time I look at it, it gets longer. A conscious fault of mine, or course. Haha.
If people actually read this blog, I would like you to help me choose some Country artists to listen to. It's not a genre I usually enjoy, but lately I've had this craving for guitar and cheesy lyrics. I also lost my dog...xD Whatever.
If anyone feels like tagging me some artists, go right ahead. I'd really appreciate it.
Went to the beach at midnight with Jenny and Demi. It was nice and warm and the lightning of a distant storm flashed and illuminated the lake's surface in brilliant spikes of yellow and orange. The sky above was hazy and dark, patched by black holes in the cloud cover. Bright and radiant, the moon glowed orange above us. It was magical.
Except for the fact that we were surrounded by drunk people.
BUT! That was kind of okay. Made a few inside jokes between ourselves, laughed our heads off for a while, practiced our Canadianism by silently being angry as they threw their empty pop cans into the lake. I really wanted to scream at them, but Demi held me back. I hate people who think that it's okay to litter and pollute the lake. Ugh. Horrible people.
While sitting on our blanket, we talked about many things. On impulse, I scooped up a handful of rocks and sand and chucked it out over the water. I loved the melody of sounds it made as each grain of sand and each little pebble struck the surface. It was really very pretty.
Got kicked off the beach eventually by some police officer. Apparently, the beach closes at 10 every night. I say bullshit, but whatever. I was okay with leaving. Will most likely go back some other night anyways.
See? Tons of stuff to talk about now! :3
There is a building in town, near one of the 3 only lighted intersections our town has, that is made of brick. It's pretty old, painted white in spots. No windows - 1 door. I've always known it to be a power house of some sort. Well, I have walked by it many, many times and not once have I ever seen the door open, anyone outside it, nor anyone parked beside it. Until Saturday. Sarah and I passed it on the way to the grocery store and I was stunned. Kind of curious as well. So, I ventured a short peek inside the windowless building. I saw a bunch of electrical chords, a coffee pot, bucket with no mop, a broomstick and a bunch of firemen staring back at me. Haha, I smiled and they waved while my little sister shifted nervously. I wanted to see what was going on, but Sarah didn't think we should stay. She doesn't like strange people. Well, I guess they were strange people in a strange building. In any case, she pulled me away and I couldn't get a closer look. It was kind of neat, though. In the 7 years I've lived in Invermere, I've never once seen it open until now. And I'll probably never see it open again. One time thing. Very special.
More Thai music that I like. Dear personality-fairy, Why did you have to make me like bright colors and smiling and jumping and shapes and ponytails and funny Asian men? Huh? Was there a point behind your cruelty?
Aside from the country, if you find a fun Asian band, whether it be Thai or Japanese or Chinese or what have you, please tell me. ^^; -is an addict-
'Tis all for now. I'm going to download more music. Last artist in 'A', then on to the 'B's!
Ciao~!