Sunday, December 9, 2012
Ah... Sunday
Yes, ah Sunday... how you can manage to torment me even as you teach me. It's like your favorite teacher who always gives you a pop quiz on stuff you'd only just read, or on stuff you learned four months ago. Yes, that's what it feels like. I had to get up a 5:45 ish to get here(my Church) by 6:45 ish. I've been here a bit already. I'm stealing a few moments of peace and quite while my brother sleeps and the band warms up before I have to deal with other people's children until someone else comes to watch them before the real teacher shows up. Wow, what a complicated dance of people watching these kids that ensues near e're Sunday morn. Sure I'm supposed to rotate children out with words but, my dear church, they seem to be unable to find someone to switch with me since the youth pastor and his family left. I'm not saying i'm irreplaceable in any one place, but, I am reliable in most. There is much that can be said for reliability in our church. All the same, there are times I wish the assistant pastor would make up his mind, type up a schedule, and email it to me. I know they have my email on file, heck they probably have my cell phone number on file, not to mention my dad's on speed dial. Ok, maybe not, but the way they relay on him... I'm gonna stop while I'm ahead. Anyway, I had to get that mini rant out of my system. My opinion is mired by ignorance of all the facts and thus bias to my own plight. Well, I don't think you'd want to read much more of my wandering ramblings about how Sunday can be torture so I'll end my post here. Have a Blessed Day!
Monday, October 8, 2012
An Overview of the Sound booth
Now, what I am about to share with you is through the lenses of my own church so if you have something different, I am not insulting your church by calling it stupid. Now, on with the mental picture.
Out in front, the widest portion of the booth, is the sound board. This is where the sound is mixed to make the worship sound awesome, as befitting our volunteer praise team. This is a complicated process to those not accustomed to it, but I'll try to explain it in as plain detail as possible. The individual drums are mixed together, the guitars are mixed together, and the singers are mixed together and then those mixes are mixed as a whole. While mixing the individuality instruments, the sound man EQs them and sets the gain. These complicated terms, this jargon, means that you make sure it sounds good in the house and up on stage. Once this is done, the volume levels are set. From there, the channels somehow wind up sending the information to a main channel where you can then mix drums, guitar, and ensemble together to create a wonderful united sound. Did I lose you? Don't worry, that just means that I did a good job telling you how awesome sound guys are.
Next to the sound board, on either side, are cameras. I don't really think I need to tell you how those work. One camera is on the wall of the sound booth(on a tripod of course, we aren't iditots) and the other is in a separate booth that my dad and the other 'fix-it' man built. There is usually a person in the camera booth and Dad works the other one, which is a broad shot static cam. We take the information recorded by the cameras and combine it with the sound board's mix, which also includes Pastor's mic, and not only stream Sunday live, but records it as well. The recording is handed, to the best of my knowledge, by a PC sitting just outside the sound station. Since we expanded the sound booth to hold media as well, this means that the sound board is in one section and the recording/broadcasting station is slightly behind and above it.
To the right of the broadcasting station, you have lights. The lights are controlled by an all-in-one PC and an awesome program. You want swirling spots? OK! You want strobes? We got it! From that computer, which has a secondary monitor because we have so much stuff attributed to lights, we can change the level of the house lights, stage spots, pillow cans(we have pillows lining the back of the stage. Don't ask, I have no idea why), movers, and various other lights. We can strobe, color cycle, and move in various patterns at various speeds almost every single light in the sanctuary.
To the right of that, you have media. From our IMac, we can display video, motion backs(moving backgrounds), song lyrics, Bible verses, play music, and messages. Putting up words for the worship team is harder than it sounds by the way. And following Pastor when he gets to preaching and wants his notes or scripture up there is a challenge as well. ProPresenter 5 is an amazing program to work with and while I'm not an expert on it, I've gotten really good at throwing up the slides, as long as they're prepared for me or I'm given enough time to put them in the presentation. I'll need a few hours without people standing over me or people getting ready to play and sing to figure out everything about the program.
Anyway, there's an overview of the sound lights and media booth. To make it easier to understand what we mean when we say we're going to the place that holds these station, we just call it 'The Sound Booth' or 'The Back.' Personally, I want to put up a curtain and have everyone refer to us as 'The Men Behind the Curtain.' If you don't get that joke... YouTube 'Wizard of Oz man behind the curtain' and educate yourself(and I mean that is the nicest way possible).
And for my follower, you got Hannah's name right and honestly, I don't see what's so much better about my imagination. I haven't read any of your work, but I'm pretty sure it's as amazing as yours. As for Hannah... girl, what chu talkin' 'bout? You won second place in book chapter from Fine Arts at state level without knowing the theme and I doubt you had a cover sheet or a summary attached when I didn't know we needed it. You got the goods same as me sista! Ok, I'm good now. Oh wait! And what about the secret agent pirates that are unable to die and are locked in an eternal struggle against their opposites even if they don't fully remember their past lives that you made up by playing with LEGOs? I never made up anything like that, even when I was six. Pass that on will you Mel? Or maybe I will.... Eh, I've said it.
More ranting and randomness later. I need to put away some dishes. Blea. Anyhow, hope you guys liked the little insight I just gave about the Back and have a good, safe, day.
Later!
Lil Bit
Out in front, the widest portion of the booth, is the sound board. This is where the sound is mixed to make the worship sound awesome, as befitting our volunteer praise team. This is a complicated process to those not accustomed to it, but I'll try to explain it in as plain detail as possible. The individual drums are mixed together, the guitars are mixed together, and the singers are mixed together and then those mixes are mixed as a whole. While mixing the individuality instruments, the sound man EQs them and sets the gain. These complicated terms, this jargon, means that you make sure it sounds good in the house and up on stage. Once this is done, the volume levels are set. From there, the channels somehow wind up sending the information to a main channel where you can then mix drums, guitar, and ensemble together to create a wonderful united sound. Did I lose you? Don't worry, that just means that I did a good job telling you how awesome sound guys are.
Next to the sound board, on either side, are cameras. I don't really think I need to tell you how those work. One camera is on the wall of the sound booth(on a tripod of course, we aren't iditots) and the other is in a separate booth that my dad and the other 'fix-it' man built. There is usually a person in the camera booth and Dad works the other one, which is a broad shot static cam. We take the information recorded by the cameras and combine it with the sound board's mix, which also includes Pastor's mic, and not only stream Sunday live, but records it as well. The recording is handed, to the best of my knowledge, by a PC sitting just outside the sound station. Since we expanded the sound booth to hold media as well, this means that the sound board is in one section and the recording/broadcasting station is slightly behind and above it.
To the right of the broadcasting station, you have lights. The lights are controlled by an all-in-one PC and an awesome program. You want swirling spots? OK! You want strobes? We got it! From that computer, which has a secondary monitor because we have so much stuff attributed to lights, we can change the level of the house lights, stage spots, pillow cans(we have pillows lining the back of the stage. Don't ask, I have no idea why), movers, and various other lights. We can strobe, color cycle, and move in various patterns at various speeds almost every single light in the sanctuary.
To the right of that, you have media. From our IMac, we can display video, motion backs(moving backgrounds), song lyrics, Bible verses, play music, and messages. Putting up words for the worship team is harder than it sounds by the way. And following Pastor when he gets to preaching and wants his notes or scripture up there is a challenge as well. ProPresenter 5 is an amazing program to work with and while I'm not an expert on it, I've gotten really good at throwing up the slides, as long as they're prepared for me or I'm given enough time to put them in the presentation. I'll need a few hours without people standing over me or people getting ready to play and sing to figure out everything about the program.
Anyway, there's an overview of the sound lights and media booth. To make it easier to understand what we mean when we say we're going to the place that holds these station, we just call it 'The Sound Booth' or 'The Back.' Personally, I want to put up a curtain and have everyone refer to us as 'The Men Behind the Curtain.' If you don't get that joke... YouTube 'Wizard of Oz man behind the curtain' and educate yourself(and I mean that is the nicest way possible).
And for my follower, you got Hannah's name right and honestly, I don't see what's so much better about my imagination. I haven't read any of your work, but I'm pretty sure it's as amazing as yours. As for Hannah... girl, what chu talkin' 'bout? You won second place in book chapter from Fine Arts at state level without knowing the theme and I doubt you had a cover sheet or a summary attached when I didn't know we needed it. You got the goods same as me sista! Ok, I'm good now. Oh wait! And what about the secret agent pirates that are unable to die and are locked in an eternal struggle against their opposites even if they don't fully remember their past lives that you made up by playing with LEGOs? I never made up anything like that, even when I was six. Pass that on will you Mel? Or maybe I will.... Eh, I've said it.
More ranting and randomness later. I need to put away some dishes. Blea. Anyhow, hope you guys liked the little insight I just gave about the Back and have a good, safe, day.
Later!
Lil Bit
Thursday, October 4, 2012
A Comforting Return to Normal Craziness
Noise is almost back to normal and I am falling behind in a few subjects. Good thing I'm home schooled otherwise I'd be in trouble for skipping school. However, now my mom is back to play math teacher(which she is qualified to be) so I should catch up in that subject fairly quickly(two lessons a day at minimum) and Monday I'll be able to catch up in everything else, or being to at least. So, home life is back to almost normal, church is back to normal(which is still crazy), and school is ever so slowly getting back to what I need it to be. Right now, I'm back on words with my SUPER Dad mixing sound with my AMAZING Mom playing keys at my Church but the singers aren't here and the band is just warming up so Dad's cool with me goofing off back here. As things even out, I'll start writing more. Those posts will most likely be made up stories or rants so you'll never really know what I'm going to post. Yeah, I know, nasty me, but you try having my life! Ok, another cliche that is unfair to everyone, but really, don't tell me you don't have days when you want to rant to whoever will listen.
AH! I'm living p to my blogs name now. I'm rambling. Well, my mini rant and update are done and my brother is being his normal crazy self. Funny, we all wanted him back, including me, but now that he's back, I can't help but snap at his annoyingness that is part of him. Contrary much? Ok... now 'm done... or am I? Mwahahahahaha! (manic laughter for the random win).
AH! I'm living p to my blogs name now. I'm rambling. Well, my mini rant and update are done and my brother is being his normal crazy self. Funny, we all wanted him back, including me, but now that he's back, I can't help but snap at his annoyingness that is part of him. Contrary much? Ok... now 'm done... or am I? Mwahahahahaha! (manic laughter for the random win).
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Some times... I hate my life
First off, My brother starts spacing out. Then we realize it's seizures. Then he starts falling down. THEN he can't talk afterwards. THEN he get disoriented. And THEN he starts to get more angry and violent. We take him to a doctor in Montgomery and she gives him something. It doesn't work like we want it to. Take him to Birmingham and they still can't find his problem after two-three days of intensive care. Now he's having trouble waking up and he cannot speak. Add to all of this a personal issue that shall not be discussed but needs mentioning and two missing assignments(caused in part by personal issue), a locked test, and an overdue project that I must complete before locked test can be unlocked and you have a sad, grumpy, go-away-or-give-me-chocolate teenager. So yes, right now I have a reason to say such things as 'I hate my life'.
Well, since I'm with Grammy right now, she wants me to play a hidden picture game with her. I guess, even in the dark, there is a way out. Sometimes God reaches out and you know it's him, and sometimes he works through others. Right now, I do believe he is using Grammy as a way to pull me out of my personal gloom. Thank you Lord God Almighty for my glorious family who loves and cares for each other and thank you for giving us at least two church families who are praying for us.
Later,
Lil BIt
Well, since I'm with Grammy right now, she wants me to play a hidden picture game with her. I guess, even in the dark, there is a way out. Sometimes God reaches out and you know it's him, and sometimes he works through others. Right now, I do believe he is using Grammy as a way to pull me out of my personal gloom. Thank you Lord God Almighty for my glorious family who loves and cares for each other and thank you for giving us at least two church families who are praying for us.
Later,
Lil BIt
Friday, August 17, 2012
My Poor Brownies!
Dads can just be plain mean!
Ok, so, it's pretty much a fact that when summer starts to come to a close, the roaches move in right? Well, my family has declared war on the resident roachs. I told my dad that I had already swept one up and he was pleased in the normal way at first. Then he mentioned them being in the stove. Roasted roachs like M&Ms was what he said. Then he started to talk about mushy roach guts. Some how he mentioned goo filled brownies. And bonbons. I was forced to fall to the kitchen floor in disgust. I can never look at brownies the same way again.
Thanks a lot Dad, now I can never enjoy fudge brownies as I would like. Actually, it was kinda like the time Dad said spaghetti looked like heart worms. Neither my mom, my sister, nor I could finish our dinner after that.
And there you have how dads can be just plain mean!
Lil Bit
P.S This is the most childish post I think any seventeen year old has ever made!
Ok, so, it's pretty much a fact that when summer starts to come to a close, the roaches move in right? Well, my family has declared war on the resident roachs. I told my dad that I had already swept one up and he was pleased in the normal way at first. Then he mentioned them being in the stove. Roasted roachs like M&Ms was what he said. Then he started to talk about mushy roach guts. Some how he mentioned goo filled brownies. And bonbons. I was forced to fall to the kitchen floor in disgust. I can never look at brownies the same way again.
Thanks a lot Dad, now I can never enjoy fudge brownies as I would like. Actually, it was kinda like the time Dad said spaghetti looked like heart worms. Neither my mom, my sister, nor I could finish our dinner after that.
And there you have how dads can be just plain mean!
Lil Bit
P.S This is the most childish post I think any seventeen year old has ever made!
Monday, August 6, 2012
How to know...
First, you know you're bored if...
1: you think about organizing.
2: you think about cleaning.
3: you daydream about school.
4: you hunt down your cat and force them to play with you.
5: you actually do laundry instead of just saying you need to.
6: you catch yourself staring at the wall.
Second, you know it's hot when...
1: your cat wants to get in the bathtub full of water.
2: you think about putting ice in your tub.
3: you can't move away from the fan.
4: the cicadas are singing so loud it's hard to sleep.
5: going to the beach is like walking into a grill.
6: ice cream is sold out in every store you go to.
Now that I've gotten those pointless thoughts out of my head, I've been cleaning and organizing and staring at walls but have stopped short of hunting down my cat and daydreaming about school. So, it is safe to say, I have been bored here at home. Sure every now and then I'll do the dishes or some such, but I'm still pretty much left on my own. I've cleaned up my desk and went crazy on my closet plus I re-organized my dresser(top). Still need to deal with the shoes and the other, various, little nick nacks all over my floor. It's just so hot out here, even with my fans going and the AC on. Crazy huh? Well, that's about all I wanted to say in my little shpeal. OH! and if you have an idea for a modern Christmas skit that is at most 30 mins. long, comment and give me your input. It would help a lot seeing as time is running out for me to write said skit for my church, seeing as we still need to cast a few people and set up rehearsals and such.
Later!
Lil Bit
1: you think about organizing.
2: you think about cleaning.
3: you daydream about school.
4: you hunt down your cat and force them to play with you.
5: you actually do laundry instead of just saying you need to.
6: you catch yourself staring at the wall.
Second, you know it's hot when...
1: your cat wants to get in the bathtub full of water.
2: you think about putting ice in your tub.
3: you can't move away from the fan.
4: the cicadas are singing so loud it's hard to sleep.
5: going to the beach is like walking into a grill.
6: ice cream is sold out in every store you go to.
Now that I've gotten those pointless thoughts out of my head, I've been cleaning and organizing and staring at walls but have stopped short of hunting down my cat and daydreaming about school. So, it is safe to say, I have been bored here at home. Sure every now and then I'll do the dishes or some such, but I'm still pretty much left on my own. I've cleaned up my desk and went crazy on my closet plus I re-organized my dresser(top). Still need to deal with the shoes and the other, various, little nick nacks all over my floor. It's just so hot out here, even with my fans going and the AC on. Crazy huh? Well, that's about all I wanted to say in my little shpeal. OH! and if you have an idea for a modern Christmas skit that is at most 30 mins. long, comment and give me your input. It would help a lot seeing as time is running out for me to write said skit for my church, seeing as we still need to cast a few people and set up rehearsals and such.
Later!
Lil Bit
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Don't you hate it when...
1: you can't reach high enough to put away the ice cream mugs. (My dad uses mugs for ice cream. I don't know why.)
2: you can't figure out how to make a program do what you need it to do.
3: the cat barfs on your bed. (not recent but it is still something I hate.)
4: there are no spoons.
5: you think you have something and then you fail, just completely bomb, the test.
6: you get sunburned after only half and hour to an hour. And on your scalp too.
7: you just can't seem to remember to do something and then someone does it for you and makes you feel like a loser.
8: you get a random cold.
9: you get writers block. Serious writers block.
10: you just can't think.
11: someone says they understand but you know they could never really understand. (doesn't happen to me often by I figured it would be a good thing to add to the list.)
12: you just feel stuck and you don't know what has a hold of you.
13: you can't sleep no matter how tired you are.
14: no one seems to listen or care about what you have to say.
15: you can't sit still be there is still nothing to do. At all.
16: even your cat doesn't want to be anywhere near you.
17: there are too many people talking at once.
18: the music is so loud that is all you can hear or think of.
19: you don't even know why you're angry.
20: something speaks to you but you can't figure out how.
It just sucks! There are many more things I could add, but I think the first twenty I can think of is good enough for a blog post. Thanks for letting me rant, even though you don't have to really hear it. That's what Mom has to deal with. Anyway, still chipping away at getting back into homeschool. The public school in my town wasn't cutting it. I didn't really have to try to get good grades. Really! I didn't even try and I got A's in pretty much everything. Spanish I scrapped put a C (they bumped it up by ten points so I had an 81 but I still think of it as a 71) but it was better than the F I had first report card! I'll take what I can get with foreign language. I suck at learning languages. I was really good at English, History, and Biology, but that's about as far as being the best in class went. Anyway, homeschool is more challenging for the learner but is still easier than transferring to my grandmother's home. Switching legal custody was just a little to far to go just for a different school system. So, pray for my mom's sanity as we homeschool not only me, who will pretty much be my own teacher, but my ten years younger brother who is like the energizer bunny. He just keeps going. Anywho,
Later!
Lil Bit
2: you can't figure out how to make a program do what you need it to do.
3: the cat barfs on your bed. (not recent but it is still something I hate.)
4: there are no spoons.
5: you think you have something and then you fail, just completely bomb, the test.
6: you get sunburned after only half and hour to an hour. And on your scalp too.
7: you just can't seem to remember to do something and then someone does it for you and makes you feel like a loser.
8: you get a random cold.
9: you get writers block. Serious writers block.
10: you just can't think.
11: someone says they understand but you know they could never really understand. (doesn't happen to me often by I figured it would be a good thing to add to the list.)
12: you just feel stuck and you don't know what has a hold of you.
13: you can't sleep no matter how tired you are.
14: no one seems to listen or care about what you have to say.
15: you can't sit still be there is still nothing to do. At all.
16: even your cat doesn't want to be anywhere near you.
17: there are too many people talking at once.
18: the music is so loud that is all you can hear or think of.
19: you don't even know why you're angry.
20: something speaks to you but you can't figure out how.
It just sucks! There are many more things I could add, but I think the first twenty I can think of is good enough for a blog post. Thanks for letting me rant, even though you don't have to really hear it. That's what Mom has to deal with. Anyway, still chipping away at getting back into homeschool. The public school in my town wasn't cutting it. I didn't really have to try to get good grades. Really! I didn't even try and I got A's in pretty much everything. Spanish I scrapped put a C (they bumped it up by ten points so I had an 81 but I still think of it as a 71) but it was better than the F I had first report card! I'll take what I can get with foreign language. I suck at learning languages. I was really good at English, History, and Biology, but that's about as far as being the best in class went. Anyway, homeschool is more challenging for the learner but is still easier than transferring to my grandmother's home. Switching legal custody was just a little to far to go just for a different school system. So, pray for my mom's sanity as we homeschool not only me, who will pretty much be my own teacher, but my ten years younger brother who is like the energizer bunny. He just keeps going. Anywho,
Later!
Lil Bit
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Keeeeeeeeeerplaaaaaaaaaaaa!
You know those times, don't lie. I can't think of a proper title so I decided to simply mimic screaming in frustration. I have had a really lazy time, not a busy time, and have been lacking in that something or other needed to blog. Now I'm just bored and I decided to write on my blog because it has been such a long time. Let me see, what did we do this week. Well, Noise went to Kid's Camp here at our Church(it was on campus and the kids went home every night), I had 'bootcamp' Thursday(youth camp) then went to grammy's house with Noise and watched TV on Friday, went swimming at a friend of my grammy's on Saturday and got a brilliant red sunburn and then went to a concert with my mom. Rend Collective was playing in Columbus and Mom was going to take Dad, but he had to make a video for Pastor so I took his place. Irish worship in the English langue, it was awesome, even thought I was falling asleep at the beginning. And that was just this week. When I say it like this it seems like a busy week, but trust me when I say that the term 'lazy summer days' is all too true with me. My room looks like a tornado ripped through. I think I'll clean tomorrow though, today I want to do some target practice. I got my pride hurt Thursday when my youth pastor had to shoot my balloon for me on the obstical course. Oh no, the muse is running away again. Oh well, said about what I wanted to. Later!
Lil Bit
Lil Bit
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
news flash
Lame title, but it works. Well, finals are this week then it's movie week, then I'm out for the summer! It is the time of excitement and hype. It's time to step up and do something, and not just say it. I'm planning on learning the Imac and light board up stairs plus the guitar songs for my youth group. Too long has our generation laid still and dorment, too long have we been all talk and no go. I'm gonna try and change that. Wish me luck!
Time for dinner,
Lil Bit.
Time for dinner,
Lil Bit.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
I LIVE!!!
Title kinda tells the whole story, but I'll expound anyway. I realize I've been off my blog for quite some time, so now it's time to bring people up to speed. I passed all parts of the grad exam, but I still have to finish Jr. and Sr. year. Bleach. Anyway, my English teacher said that those who passed both of her parts(reading and language) would not have to take her final. Yippe! Do you remember me saying I had submitted a story to the Fine Arts Compition? Well, I won first place in book chapter! I'm going to nationals! That made my day on the 5th while I was at prom. Now for the prom. What can I say about that night? It was a warm May evening, the dresses were gorgous and the lobby in front of the ballroom was smoldering. I was complemented on my dress(which I borrowed from my sister, yeahness) and even though my feet hurt nearly the whole night, it was an experiance I would not give up. I opnly got one, poor, pic of myself on my phone, so my fam may be a bit dissapointed, but I got it. So, my sister's wedding is this Friday night. May 11th, and finals are creeping closer. Mama mia when will this crazyness end?! Just kidding. We;re doing very little at school right now and once the wedding is over and the finals have taken their toll, I'll be chilling in my room with the door closed for a day and then be my usual charming self. I haven't really been that busy, but I just didn't have anything to write. If anyone has any ideas for another blog story, comment or see if you can message me another way. noe, let us see what I can come up with for Gilligan.
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Finally, a quiet, private moment. Ever since I worked Skipper around, things have gone quickly. It was hard to get that wet blanket to dry out and warm up, but I did it. Still not quite sure how I did it, but it worked. Anyway, I stepped up after Skip calmed down and helped the professor work out a way to get off the island. The faces of my companions were pricless when I started talking about wind velocities and relative wieghts and aerodinamics. Oh, it was beautiful. And when my plane actually flew for more than one minute... I thought Skip and Jess would explode! Well, we flew until the fuel, or inerta rather, ran out, but by then I had finished taring the bottom of my flexable raft and when I noticed we were falling, I tore open the plane's hull and used the bamboo to strangthen the raft's structure. We paddled until the boat we're on now found us. The professor and millionar pulled some strings and go us a ride to the same port we had left from. They also got us use of a phone so we could call for a ride. All in all, I'd say this was a succesful trip. I've found a way to get along with Skip, as well as his name. Get this, Skipper's name... is Skip! How ironic is that? I've been calling him by his name for years and never knew it. Crazy huh? Oh, here comes Professor Scotty. Yes, that is his name. Again, irony anyone? Scotty the scotish scientist who could do the near impossable in the tv show 'Star Trek' has a real life counterpart. Now I'm gonna be looking over my shoulder for Spock, Kirk, and Dr. Bones. This is going to be an interesting time, and not just because of the aformentioned phenomena. Skip is trying to pry all my secrets from me. I supose I could tell him, or I could let him see, or find out, something dark and sinister from my past... Ah! The possabilites! But no, that's mean. Oh, he's here. Time to greet him before he asks what this little book is.
Signing off for the last time,
Gilligan
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Well? What do you think? I had a bit of fun with the last bit. Comment and let me know what you think! For anyone who has been checking back, thanks for sticking with it.
Later!
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Finally, a quiet, private moment. Ever since I worked Skipper around, things have gone quickly. It was hard to get that wet blanket to dry out and warm up, but I did it. Still not quite sure how I did it, but it worked. Anyway, I stepped up after Skip calmed down and helped the professor work out a way to get off the island. The faces of my companions were pricless when I started talking about wind velocities and relative wieghts and aerodinamics. Oh, it was beautiful. And when my plane actually flew for more than one minute... I thought Skip and Jess would explode! Well, we flew until the fuel, or inerta rather, ran out, but by then I had finished taring the bottom of my flexable raft and when I noticed we were falling, I tore open the plane's hull and used the bamboo to strangthen the raft's structure. We paddled until the boat we're on now found us. The professor and millionar pulled some strings and go us a ride to the same port we had left from. They also got us use of a phone so we could call for a ride. All in all, I'd say this was a succesful trip. I've found a way to get along with Skip, as well as his name. Get this, Skipper's name... is Skip! How ironic is that? I've been calling him by his name for years and never knew it. Crazy huh? Oh, here comes Professor Scotty. Yes, that is his name. Again, irony anyone? Scotty the scotish scientist who could do the near impossable in the tv show 'Star Trek' has a real life counterpart. Now I'm gonna be looking over my shoulder for Spock, Kirk, and Dr. Bones. This is going to be an interesting time, and not just because of the aformentioned phenomena. Skip is trying to pry all my secrets from me. I supose I could tell him, or I could let him see, or find out, something dark and sinister from my past... Ah! The possabilites! But no, that's mean. Oh, he's here. Time to greet him before he asks what this little book is.
Signing off for the last time,
Gilligan
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Well? What do you think? I had a bit of fun with the last bit. Comment and let me know what you think! For anyone who has been checking back, thanks for sticking with it.
Later!
Monday, March 19, 2012
late night musing and 'Reflections'
How is it that a house so full of life and noise can become still and silent at ten in the evening like clock work? Without fail, my whole family kinda shuts down after ten. Kinda weird how we all have these timers that shut is down after ten... ish. As you can see, this was written well after those timers went off. Hence the title. Dad was in the shower when I started, but I think I'll finish anyway. My musing is done, so here is 'Reflections'
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I stared at the pool for hours, watching the ripples from the waterfall distort the image. How beautifully the water caught my reflection. He appeared as few of the things I felt and many of the things I wasn't. He appeared spaced out, slow-witted, and afraid. I am afraid, but not terribly. I am not slow nor spacey, simply withdrawn. As the refection rippled, I could see deeper into myself somehow. I saw that glint in my eye that said something was up, a smirk playing on my lips, and a confident set to my shoulders. Ha! Like I'm confident about anything! This whole thing is an experiment; an experiment that's working. All that is left is Skipper, and possibly me. When all this is over and the experiment labeled a success, will I be able to take off this mask? Will I be able to show them all who I really am? Or will I retreat in fear and lead them from the shadows? Oh, so many questions and my shifting refection had been able to answer none of them. It isn't like I thought it would, but it would have been nice if it could have.
I'm going to start working hard on Skipper, so I probably won't have the strength nor the material to write anything worth while for a time. Perhaps I shall write when all this is over, but I have no way of knowing what is going to happen. Ah well, I need sleep. Until the next time,
Gilligan
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Well, there's another installment for you. A bit more reflective, but that's what I thought of. I've always liked the whole ''reflect the inner person through a common object' thing. Too many fantasy novels? Maybe, but it makes a good story! Also, I took the language portion of the Alabama Grad Exam today and the whole week is going to be taken up by the test. The only day I'm not testing is Thursday. Pray that I make it through this week and come out for Spring Break on the other side.
In Hope,
Lil Bit
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I stared at the pool for hours, watching the ripples from the waterfall distort the image. How beautifully the water caught my reflection. He appeared as few of the things I felt and many of the things I wasn't. He appeared spaced out, slow-witted, and afraid. I am afraid, but not terribly. I am not slow nor spacey, simply withdrawn. As the refection rippled, I could see deeper into myself somehow. I saw that glint in my eye that said something was up, a smirk playing on my lips, and a confident set to my shoulders. Ha! Like I'm confident about anything! This whole thing is an experiment; an experiment that's working. All that is left is Skipper, and possibly me. When all this is over and the experiment labeled a success, will I be able to take off this mask? Will I be able to show them all who I really am? Or will I retreat in fear and lead them from the shadows? Oh, so many questions and my shifting refection had been able to answer none of them. It isn't like I thought it would, but it would have been nice if it could have.
I'm going to start working hard on Skipper, so I probably won't have the strength nor the material to write anything worth while for a time. Perhaps I shall write when all this is over, but I have no way of knowing what is going to happen. Ah well, I need sleep. Until the next time,
Gilligan
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Well, there's another installment for you. A bit more reflective, but that's what I thought of. I've always liked the whole ''reflect the inner person through a common object' thing. Too many fantasy novels? Maybe, but it makes a good story! Also, I took the language portion of the Alabama Grad Exam today and the whole week is going to be taken up by the test. The only day I'm not testing is Thursday. Pray that I make it through this week and come out for Spring Break on the other side.
In Hope,
Lil Bit
Sunday, March 11, 2012
What... ? Oh Come On!
Out there title, but I think it fits the subject matter perfectly. I'm sorry it's been such a long time, but I've just forgotten about this. Plus it adds a bit of realism to the story... ok, lame cover up, but that's what I've got. Not much of consequence has happened or I'd have posted earlier. Ok, Youth Convention might qualify, but I was wiped out after that and I never really feel like doing anything, or thinking, after about four on week days. Anyway, here's the next installment of Gilligan's Journal.
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How long have we been on this island now? I've lost count of the days. It's been crazy this... month. Yeah, let's call it a month. I can't seem to shake the feeling of being a twisted scientist using humans as my test subjects for psychology research. It seems as though every two weeks they manage to have three near successful escape attempts. All other attempts within those two weeks are so stupid or far fetched that I didn't need to do anything for them to fail. Miserably. Terribly miserably. So miserably I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, and give them all a great big hug all at the same time. I settled for simply staring at the failed... whatever... with a blank look on my face. The blankness came from the many emotions that were fighting to get out. It was such an epic fail I wanted to call it a win sometimes. Ah well, it's been a while since they have actually believe it would work. I think they've given up on getting off this island but keep trying just for something to do.
One of my favorite fails was the Man-a-Pult. HA! I nearly frayed the cord, but I decided to wait for the professor's 'demonstration' to see just how much of a treat to my plan it was. Oh boy did that coconut fly! However, that was only until it split open against the rocks on the shore. I nearly broke a rib trying to contain my laughter. 'Alas poor Coco, I knew him well,' was the first thought in my mind after, 'there goes another one.' I couldn't say either out loud, but they were having a swell time running around my head. Oh it was beautiful how the arc went straight into the rocks like that! Of course, I didn't have to do anything with that. It was a fail from the onset. But it was funny watching the professor's face. I think I'm finally wearing him down. He's started saying that he's less and less sure his ideas will work. Jessy, the fashion barbie, has given up trying to make herself look good and Rika, the wanna be, has given up on looking or acting like anyone else. Skipper is still a moody and violent man, but he's coming round as well. The two rich people are going to need a bit more work, but I think I'm doing fairly well. Perhaps it will only take three more weeks before I can help with the whole getting off the island thing instead of hampering their efforts.
Gilligan
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Ok. Today's attempt was just plain stupid. As it is with most of the crazy ones, this idea came from the Skipper. It just made me stop and say, 'What... ? Oh come on!' How could a giant Tiki head dressed in a baseball uniform get us off the island? Really? What was this guy thinking? 'Hey I know, let's build a Tiki baseball player! It'll be great! He'll get us a ride on his private jet and we'll be home free!'? Wha... really? Really?! Skippy, you must be trippy! There is no way that would work man. Get a life and stop watching those old baseball tapes, seriously.
OK, rant over. I'll write more when I have more material.
Gilligan
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Kinda random, but hey, I thought that last bit was comedy gold. A baseball Tiki? How could that be any funnier?
Alright, I'll stop with the rambling now.
Later!
Lil Bit
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How long have we been on this island now? I've lost count of the days. It's been crazy this... month. Yeah, let's call it a month. I can't seem to shake the feeling of being a twisted scientist using humans as my test subjects for psychology research. It seems as though every two weeks they manage to have three near successful escape attempts. All other attempts within those two weeks are so stupid or far fetched that I didn't need to do anything for them to fail. Miserably. Terribly miserably. So miserably I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, and give them all a great big hug all at the same time. I settled for simply staring at the failed... whatever... with a blank look on my face. The blankness came from the many emotions that were fighting to get out. It was such an epic fail I wanted to call it a win sometimes. Ah well, it's been a while since they have actually believe it would work. I think they've given up on getting off this island but keep trying just for something to do.
One of my favorite fails was the Man-a-Pult. HA! I nearly frayed the cord, but I decided to wait for the professor's 'demonstration' to see just how much of a treat to my plan it was. Oh boy did that coconut fly! However, that was only until it split open against the rocks on the shore. I nearly broke a rib trying to contain my laughter. 'Alas poor Coco, I knew him well,' was the first thought in my mind after, 'there goes another one.' I couldn't say either out loud, but they were having a swell time running around my head. Oh it was beautiful how the arc went straight into the rocks like that! Of course, I didn't have to do anything with that. It was a fail from the onset. But it was funny watching the professor's face. I think I'm finally wearing him down. He's started saying that he's less and less sure his ideas will work. Jessy, the fashion barbie, has given up trying to make herself look good and Rika, the wanna be, has given up on looking or acting like anyone else. Skipper is still a moody and violent man, but he's coming round as well. The two rich people are going to need a bit more work, but I think I'm doing fairly well. Perhaps it will only take three more weeks before I can help with the whole getting off the island thing instead of hampering their efforts.
Gilligan
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Ok. Today's attempt was just plain stupid. As it is with most of the crazy ones, this idea came from the Skipper. It just made me stop and say, 'What... ? Oh come on!' How could a giant Tiki head dressed in a baseball uniform get us off the island? Really? What was this guy thinking? 'Hey I know, let's build a Tiki baseball player! It'll be great! He'll get us a ride on his private jet and we'll be home free!'? Wha... really? Really?! Skippy, you must be trippy! There is no way that would work man. Get a life and stop watching those old baseball tapes, seriously.
OK, rant over. I'll write more when I have more material.
Gilligan
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Kinda random, but hey, I thought that last bit was comedy gold. A baseball Tiki? How could that be any funnier?
Alright, I'll stop with the rambling now.
Later!
Lil Bit
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Gilligan( sort of)
So, it was brought to my attention that my last post title was a little iffy. I apologize if anyone thought I was being mean. Really, I just couldn't think of a better title. Anyway, I'm running out of time so I'll got down something for Gilligan's Journal and say good day.
It's been nearly a week and they still haven't learned anything! It's maddening! Well, I have foiled more attempts to get off the island then I thought possible in only one week. How can that professor do that? It shouldn't be possible. Well, perhaps if I observe him more closely I can discover what makes him tick. Ack! Here comes Skipper. I'll write more when this last attempt fails.
Gilligan
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Hope it's ok,
Lil Bit
(accidently reverted it to a draft. oops!)
It's been nearly a week and they still haven't learned anything! It's maddening! Well, I have foiled more attempts to get off the island then I thought possible in only one week. How can that professor do that? It shouldn't be possible. Well, perhaps if I observe him more closely I can discover what makes him tick. Ack! Here comes Skipper. I'll write more when this last attempt fails.
Gilligan
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Hope it's ok,
Lil Bit
(accidently reverted it to a draft. oops!)
Friday, February 24, 2012
Whatever
So, I was browsing my page's overview, and I just now found out how many pageviews I had when I was posting almost regularly. So... I just wanted to send out a message to those who had been coming to my page. I'm going to try posting more often again and I know it may noty be the same people cominmg around to read my posts, but all the same, I'm gonna try stepping it up a notch. Now that have said that, I have nothing more to talk about. I don't have any insperation for Gilligan's Journal and there is next to nothing for me to rant about so I shall say farewell and sign off.
Later with something a bit more interesting,
Lit Bit
Later with something a bit more interesting,
Lit Bit
Friday, February 17, 2012
Ranting and Gilligan's Journal part two
Ok, so, you know when you can't stop moving and you talk really fast and you just can't stop? That's me today. So, in order to get me to slow down a little, I have decided that this quiet block shall be a writing block, but not in the usual sense. Also, we had a guy from London, who was obviously from England, come and talk to us this morning, so I randomly start talking with an English accent that is probably atrocious, but there you go. Now! Gilligan's Journal returns!
It has been another three days and they are still arguing about how to get off the island. They're shouting again, the skipper and the professor. Skipper seems to think that the professor is simply holding out on us. Oh how wrong my angry companion is. I am why they cannot agree on those plans. I have decided that we are not leaving until Skipper can sit quietly for ten minutes, the lady can gather food for a day, the millionaire can forget about material wealth, and the fashionistsas can think about something other than the human body. I also want the professor to realize that just because he is smart, there are some things he cannot do on his smarts nor his strength alone. If there is but one among us who needs to learn, we shall stay. So have I declared. We shall be searching the island tomorrow, and I shall disappear after everyone else has left, forcing the lady to take care of herself. I wonder how she shall react? Once again I feel like I am treating them like lab rats in a maze that I am constantly changing. How sad, that I have been brought to this. Tomorrow night I shall attempt to write more on this fascinating subject.
Gilligan
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Hope ya'll enjoyed it! I'll write more when I get inspiration.
Lil Bit
It has been another three days and they are still arguing about how to get off the island. They're shouting again, the skipper and the professor. Skipper seems to think that the professor is simply holding out on us. Oh how wrong my angry companion is. I am why they cannot agree on those plans. I have decided that we are not leaving until Skipper can sit quietly for ten minutes, the lady can gather food for a day, the millionaire can forget about material wealth, and the fashionistsas can think about something other than the human body. I also want the professor to realize that just because he is smart, there are some things he cannot do on his smarts nor his strength alone. If there is but one among us who needs to learn, we shall stay. So have I declared. We shall be searching the island tomorrow, and I shall disappear after everyone else has left, forcing the lady to take care of herself. I wonder how she shall react? Once again I feel like I am treating them like lab rats in a maze that I am constantly changing. How sad, that I have been brought to this. Tomorrow night I shall attempt to write more on this fascinating subject.
Gilligan
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Hope ya'll enjoyed it! I'll write more when I get inspiration.
Lil Bit
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Gilligan's journal part one(finally!) and random rants
Actually... that title is backwards but I'm too lazy to fix it. Sorry it's taken me so long to get this going again, I tend to blank out, forget when I said I'd do something (computer related)and not show back up for a couple of days... or weeks... so yeah. But, I'm back before I take my shower and head off to a rehearsal for a thing in the next town over. So, without further ado... Gilligan's Journal!!!
It has been two days since we set out on our three hour tour. I feel a little bad about deliberately crashing into the rocks but... this is such a beautiful island and these people all need to learn a few things about getting along and how to treat others. I've put up with Skipper, who's real name I've never really heard, for many years and have wanted to do this for almost as long. All our passengers until now didn't deserve it. Now, however, we have a prideful professor, a greedy millionaire and his lazy wife, a fashionista who acts a little like one of the girls who works in the back room of a bar, a fashionista wannabe, and of course my angry friend. For the first day, all they did was yell at me. Understandable, completely understandable, but their words cut deeper into my conscience then they might have guessed. Then as night fell, I secretly placed large palm leaves and coconuts near the professor. Luckily, he noticed and called the rest of us over. 'We can use palm leaves and coconut fibers to build us some houses,' he said. I nodded to myself and waited a moment to see what they would do next. Thinking back... it feels a little like I was treating them like rats in a lab, feeding them something and seeing how they reacted. They got enough palm leaves down for one house, they being the skipper and the millionaire, while the professor told me how to get the long fibers off the coconut's shell. I listened intently, perhaps more than he thought, and helped weave the fibers into the leaves. If the others had paid attention, they might have wondered at what I was doing. No one ever suspects me; it's why I'm still alive. The next day, they were a little amazed that the houses were still standing.
'Why don't we look for some food instead of admiring the scenery?' I called out, changing my voice to sound like the millionaire, who was still sleeping. they all agreed and off we went, or most of us. I stayed behind to wait for the last two members of our little band to waken. Once they did, I told them where the others had gone. The man decided to lend a hand, but his wife held me back and demanded that I sever her while her husband was off in the woods. I sighed heavily on the inside, but agreed amiably, as is my wont. I write this as I sit beside the dieing embers of our camp fire. the moon shines brightly over head and is reflected back by the pure white sand. The waves lap quietly against the shore and I can feel myself being lulled to sleep by their gentle, rhythmic splashing. Ah! But my mother was right! I am a man of the sea and nothing shall keep me from it. Should I be forced to retire from sailing, I would like to live on an island or at the very least on the coast where I can still gaze upon the ocean's shining face. The professor approaches; it is time for his shift. I shall write once more when I have more data about these people I have stranded.
Gilligan
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Hope you like it! i may not post again for some time but at least I wrote this for you all.
Later!
Lil Bit
It has been two days since we set out on our three hour tour. I feel a little bad about deliberately crashing into the rocks but... this is such a beautiful island and these people all need to learn a few things about getting along and how to treat others. I've put up with Skipper, who's real name I've never really heard, for many years and have wanted to do this for almost as long. All our passengers until now didn't deserve it. Now, however, we have a prideful professor, a greedy millionaire and his lazy wife, a fashionista who acts a little like one of the girls who works in the back room of a bar, a fashionista wannabe, and of course my angry friend. For the first day, all they did was yell at me. Understandable, completely understandable, but their words cut deeper into my conscience then they might have guessed. Then as night fell, I secretly placed large palm leaves and coconuts near the professor. Luckily, he noticed and called the rest of us over. 'We can use palm leaves and coconut fibers to build us some houses,' he said. I nodded to myself and waited a moment to see what they would do next. Thinking back... it feels a little like I was treating them like rats in a lab, feeding them something and seeing how they reacted. They got enough palm leaves down for one house, they being the skipper and the millionaire, while the professor told me how to get the long fibers off the coconut's shell. I listened intently, perhaps more than he thought, and helped weave the fibers into the leaves. If the others had paid attention, they might have wondered at what I was doing. No one ever suspects me; it's why I'm still alive. The next day, they were a little amazed that the houses were still standing.
'Why don't we look for some food instead of admiring the scenery?' I called out, changing my voice to sound like the millionaire, who was still sleeping. they all agreed and off we went, or most of us. I stayed behind to wait for the last two members of our little band to waken. Once they did, I told them where the others had gone. The man decided to lend a hand, but his wife held me back and demanded that I sever her while her husband was off in the woods. I sighed heavily on the inside, but agreed amiably, as is my wont. I write this as I sit beside the dieing embers of our camp fire. the moon shines brightly over head and is reflected back by the pure white sand. The waves lap quietly against the shore and I can feel myself being lulled to sleep by their gentle, rhythmic splashing. Ah! But my mother was right! I am a man of the sea and nothing shall keep me from it. Should I be forced to retire from sailing, I would like to live on an island or at the very least on the coast where I can still gaze upon the ocean's shining face. The professor approaches; it is time for his shift. I shall write once more when I have more data about these people I have stranded.
Gilligan
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Hope you like it! i may not post again for some time but at least I wrote this for you all.
Later!
Lil Bit
Sunday, February 5, 2012
My dad is bad(but he's really a great guy... )
Ok so, first my dad comes in my room shaking a can of spray paint... that right there is 'bad' on it's own right? Well... (maniacal laughter issues from your monitor and swirls around the room) then he comes in with something behind his back. I get nervous and am already putting my laptop down, when he sprays my feet. For a moment I think 'He actually spray painted my feet!' but then I look down and see that they aren't pink. Add the fact that it doesn't smell bad and it obviously wasn't spray paint. So then I start thinking 'Hey wait... what did he spray me with?'... then he holds up a spray can and says, 'Lysol!' with a goofy grin on his face. I squeaked and started saying 'Bad! Bad!' in a high pitched voice. Yeah... I've actually practiced it. So I wipe my feet off a little and then chase him back to the laundry room and start beating on his shoulder as hard as I could, which really isn't that hard. Then hew grabs my hands and I start head butting him as much as I can. Then I go to mom and try to get her to tell Dad off, but she had her 'go away I'm busy watching this fascinating show' face on so I left pretty quickly. So, to sum up; Dad scares me, I squeak, I chase him, I hit him, we both laugh, mom ignores us, I go back to my room to tell you about it, drink water, and I have a minor head ache from trying to beat up my dad. Ah parents... you simply have to love them.
I really love my dad, so don't let the title make you think I'm a bad daughter who hates her father and thinks he's a bad guy. He's just... sarcastic and has a... different sense of humor. The kind of humor that involves spraying your daughters feet with Lysol while she's playing on her laptop.
Later!
Lil Bit
I really love my dad, so don't let the title make you think I'm a bad daughter who hates her father and thinks he's a bad guy. He's just... sarcastic and has a... different sense of humor. The kind of humor that involves spraying your daughters feet with Lysol while she's playing on her laptop.
Later!
Lil Bit
A Sunny Brainwave
Ok, so, it's Sunday the fifth of February and church has just got out. Our pastor used Gilligan's Island as an illustration today, and I got a different viewpoint than what Pastor used. He said that the passengers and the skipper were the seven deadly sins and Gilligan himself was the captor, the devil. I see it another way. They are the sinners and Gilligan is the deliverer who simply uses an unorthodox method to teach them valuable lessons. Now, all I have seen of Gilligan's Island is the Veggietales version which is about as heavily modified as my own version is likely to be. But, here's what I want to do. I want to use this blog as a portal into that universe and turn it into Gilligan's Journal for a few days, or possibly weeks depending on how it goes. It won't be the best I could do, but it is like a journal where everything just kinda flows, but I hope I can get my point across. Another thing that hit me today was, a friend of mine told me she had an idea for a play and she wanted to do it for Easter. So, over Spring break, that's probably what I will be doing in the after noon. I just need to feverishly work on the script until then and I am going to need amazing focus... for me... oh whatever! Pray, please. Pray.
So... there is my sunny brainwave. I may have my first Gilligan's Journal entry up sometime tonight. Until then, sayanora!
Lil Bit
So... there is my sunny brainwave. I may have my first Gilligan's Journal entry up sometime tonight. Until then, sayanora!
Lil Bit
Monday, January 23, 2012
Rainy Days
I don't like rainy days. They get me depressed. All the water coloring the sky bluish gray, as if the world's fire had burned low and the smoke clogged the air. The sound it makes is soothing, but only when it's light. When down come the rain in sheets of steel gray and the wind howls like a hungry wolf searching for prey; I feel fear. Fear that my family will be harmed, fear that the windows will break, fear that we shall all be devoured by the rushing, howling, raging storm that is kept at bay with but a few boards and panes of glass. Can you tell that I'm feeling poetic today? I have found that my stories have taken a turn for the dark and it worries me some. Is it normal for teenagers to have violent thoughts and read or write about princes of darkness? Well... not really princes of darkness but warriors who strike terror into even the hearts of their own men? I've decided to take a break from all of that, so I watch videos and listen to music while I read someone else's work. Today school was canceled on the part of bad weather, so I have the whole day to fret and do silly things and cuddle my cat... hey wait... would that be considered a silly thing? Ah well, is sucks to have a day like today as your birthday, but if you think of a warm couch with a cup if tea, a good book, and a purring cat when you get home and take a shower... I'd imagine it's not so bad. Add a loving family who knows you're awesome and would love to make you a cake and your golden!
Those are my thoughts on today for now. Stay safe you guys!
Lil Bit
Those are my thoughts on today for now. Stay safe you guys!
Lil Bit
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Weekends and Stories
Ok, now, I could go off like crazy on both at the same time, but I think I'll save you the brain damage.
First, weekends. They are amazing things, they really are. Sure people can be pretty amazing themselves, but there always comes a time when you just have to get away for the WHOLE day, not just the afternoon. Now, I'll admit it, I'm a lazy bum, but I think everyone feels that way from time to time. That 'I will go cray and come to work with a sawed off shot gun sitting by my chair just to watch peoples reactions' feeling that you just can't seem to shake until you've chilled out in a closed room for a day... and a half... and stayed in bed until noon... and stay up doing silly things until one. Perhaps you don't have it to that extreme, but hey, I'm a writer with an over active imagination and a muse who cashes butterflies and possibly bombs. Yeah. Musey is a bit psycho, but then again you could say that I my self am rather like the psycho bunny. You know, the 'I see dumb people' bunny? Yeah, that one. She's waving at you from your computer screen. Say HI! Ok, returning to sanity. Anyway, weekends are when you recover from that insanity and refresh yourself so you don't fly off the handle and freak someone out to the point that they say, 'Hey, the men in white coats called. They asked if I'd seen a five foot four brunette running around talking about dragons and fairies.' Again, maybe you don't get that extreme, but somewhere out there, I have a feeling that someone besides me can think up these things pertaining to themselves. Thankfully, I haven't really felt like taking anything really strange to school, but I have thought of dressing up in black with dark eye shadow and painting my nails with black nail polish that had dark red glitter in it. I also wore high heeled black leather boots to school just to prove a point. Luckily, it turned out alright. ... Let us just say that, I'm glad the weekend of the twenty-first week of school is drawing ever nearer.
Now, stories. I'll try to be briefer on this topic, but frankly, it is just so wonderful to me that I may well wax eloquent in my praise of this glorious pastime passed on through the ages. There! See? I'm already going off on it. Anyway, as clarification for my previous statement about a story I am submitting to that thing at that place for that thing... it was for a competition outside my general area so it was mailed off Tuesday. I always feel... anxious and fidgety when other people read my work so I try to forget about it and focus on other stuff the rest of the day. But on the topic of stories, they are never finished, even after the main character dies. Another can always take up the plot. No draft is ever completed. There is always something you could have done better.
Yeah! I was brief! Anyway, Dad and Mom are home and I am coming down with a head cold so I shall bid you ado for a while. It may be a short while or it may be a long while, but I shall post for sure when the results of the competition comes back.
Later!
Lil Bit
First, weekends. They are amazing things, they really are. Sure people can be pretty amazing themselves, but there always comes a time when you just have to get away for the WHOLE day, not just the afternoon. Now, I'll admit it, I'm a lazy bum, but I think everyone feels that way from time to time. That 'I will go cray and come to work with a sawed off shot gun sitting by my chair just to watch peoples reactions' feeling that you just can't seem to shake until you've chilled out in a closed room for a day... and a half... and stayed in bed until noon... and stay up doing silly things until one. Perhaps you don't have it to that extreme, but hey, I'm a writer with an over active imagination and a muse who cashes butterflies and possibly bombs. Yeah. Musey is a bit psycho, but then again you could say that I my self am rather like the psycho bunny. You know, the 'I see dumb people' bunny? Yeah, that one. She's waving at you from your computer screen. Say HI! Ok, returning to sanity. Anyway, weekends are when you recover from that insanity and refresh yourself so you don't fly off the handle and freak someone out to the point that they say, 'Hey, the men in white coats called. They asked if I'd seen a five foot four brunette running around talking about dragons and fairies.' Again, maybe you don't get that extreme, but somewhere out there, I have a feeling that someone besides me can think up these things pertaining to themselves. Thankfully, I haven't really felt like taking anything really strange to school, but I have thought of dressing up in black with dark eye shadow and painting my nails with black nail polish that had dark red glitter in it. I also wore high heeled black leather boots to school just to prove a point. Luckily, it turned out alright. ... Let us just say that, I'm glad the weekend of the twenty-first week of school is drawing ever nearer.
Now, stories. I'll try to be briefer on this topic, but frankly, it is just so wonderful to me that I may well wax eloquent in my praise of this glorious pastime passed on through the ages. There! See? I'm already going off on it. Anyway, as clarification for my previous statement about a story I am submitting to that thing at that place for that thing... it was for a competition outside my general area so it was mailed off Tuesday. I always feel... anxious and fidgety when other people read my work so I try to forget about it and focus on other stuff the rest of the day. But on the topic of stories, they are never finished, even after the main character dies. Another can always take up the plot. No draft is ever completed. There is always something you could have done better.
Yeah! I was brief! Anyway, Dad and Mom are home and I am coming down with a head cold so I shall bid you ado for a while. It may be a short while or it may be a long while, but I shall post for sure when the results of the competition comes back.
Later!
Lil Bit
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Another Day
Ok, so, I just got back in school after a long weekend and I've finished my Spanish work so... I'm bored. The mic on my laptop is trash and my teacher didn't have the program I used on his computer so now I'll either have to yell at my laptop or borrow my mom's for a few minutes. Trouble is, my mom is out of town at the moment and I'm not sure she'll be back it time for me to re-record my assinment. The world really hates me sometimes. On the up side, I have handed in my story for the Literary Arts Awards on that's a load off my chest... but then I've got the anxiety over wiether or not the people like my story and the general insecrities you get when you know someone's going to see something you've kept to yourself. *sigh* I know, I know, I'm freaking out over nothing but still! Anyway, I suppose I'll go look over a few links on my Access account and post again later. Till then, adios amigos.
Lil Bit.
Lil Bit.
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