Why I haven't been blogging

I have had an almost panic attack inducing amount of schoolwork over the whole of sophmore year which is kicking my ass by the way. Tonight I have to make a cell analogy, and had to ask for an extension for a deadline for my outline for biotech, oh and I got hit in the right eye by a softball in PE. I have blurry eyesight in my right eye from the soft ball, which is the eye that has the weak astimatism. So while I am icing my eye I can't wear my glasses, so the super astigmatism left eye can't see anything but color and vauge outline, yeah. On the bright side I might get different colored eyes like David Bowie and I got and mp3 player for early birthday/christmas. Birthday on friday, Christmas on tuesday. For those of you wondering it's an 8 gb sansa view for those of you wondering, I picked it out with my dad. I chose it because it's the cheapest 8gber at best buy (although I can't go to best buy without saying the buy more motto "When you buy more, you save more, and when you save more you can buy more! It starts with you) it had expandable memory with an SD card slot a large bright and clear screen, illuminated dials and a tactial scroll wheel (as opposed to touch, which is frustrating for me to use sometimes). So i really like it, but i'm not shilling it, but it suits my needs and I like being able to listen to music while only carring around something about the size of a pack of cards. WHat really made it for me was the fact the sansa's mascot if a werewolf, the Lilmonsta. ANyway thats been my life, lots of home work puncuated by extreme suckyness and geekyness. Seeya

Wow, jeez

So when I reread all the of the Harry Potter books in order and it was really the first time I had read them since the sixth book had come out, and I was not even 14 yet when that happened, so I was still reading it the same way that I did when I was 8 and 10. However this time I was reading it as a young adult and started wondering about the random minutiae of the lush world that Rowling had creates. Were there gay wizards? Where are the disabled wizards? Wizard birth control? WIzard feminine hygiene? If wizards wear robes do they wear shorts to prevent their thighs from chafing? Random crap like that. Well it turns out that their are gay wizards and Dumbledore was not only gay, but had an unrequited crush on Grindlewald, I kid you not, straight from the horse's mouth, here's the quote from mugglenet, "2,000 lucky fans had the opportunity to interact with JK Rowling this evening at Carnegie Hall. The reading was rather eventful, as Jo revealed a lot of new information previously unknown about the series.

The most notable news of the night was the revelation of Dumbledore's sexuality. Jo says Dumbledore was gay and in love with Gellert Grindelwald. JK, in response to the audience's reaction, said "If I had known this would have made you so happy, I would have told you years ago."

Not quite as head-turning, but equally significant, Jo announced Neville Longbottom's marriage with Hannah Abbott. Hannah became the new landlady of the Leaky Cauldron.

Other heart-warming (ha!) news was revealed about Petunia Dursley. The night Harry left Privet Drive, Petunia wanted to tell Harry, "I know what you're up against and I hope it turns out okay."" Wow. On another note I'm going to start doing the blog as audio as soon as I can hammer out the HTML, it's more convienent to talk and do some html than to write for me. Oh and Chuck and Pushing Daisies is awesome.

Not dead or anything

So at the urging of my friends I am writing to say that I am not dead, I did get new glasses, a large scar on my ankle and I have discovered Mystery Science Theater 3000 on youtube, That paired with twisted flicks, it seems that I have way too much involvment with B-movies. More later, I'm going to try to get in the habit of writing often.

Hey, back and then I'm leaving you!

So tomorrow I am going in for surgery on my ankle, afterwards, hopefully, I will post tales of surgery, travel and how I feel about Harry Potter now that it's over and I'm not 8 anymore. Oh and some pictures, by the way, for those of you who don't know me in real life, but read this, I did buzz my head, it's very fuzzy.

Just got back

So day before yesturday, I got back from MA, slept for 12 hours and am now frantically rereading Harry Potter and relizing how her writing is flawed slightly, despite the fact that the narration is good.
In other news I am thinking about buzzing my head, thoughts?

Least Efficient Possible Route

So today at about 9 I will be leaving for SeaTac Airport to catch a plane to get *eventually* get to Cape Cod, after car parking and shuttling, baggage check in, a ridiculous security procedure (don't you dare bring on that family sized Carmex, you might not get as dehydrated) we will get on a flight to Atlanta Georgia at about midnight, for those of your keeping track at home, that means we are going from Seattle to Atlanta, which is a diagonal flight which takes more time than just taking a direct flight, so we will arive at about 8 in the morning becuase of timezines. Then we will wait for a bit because our connecting flight isn't for a while, or we will have to rush to our gate, I'm rooting for the former. At this point we will fly straight up the country to get to Logan airport in what is the least efficient possible way of getting from point A to point B. We aren't taking a direct flight to save money, but this doesn't make sense, it seems like it should be cheaper from a fuel and salary perspective to just go the most effiecient way, if this incolves stops, I'm okay with that, but our route is ridiculous. But wait there's more! When we get to Logan airport my family (mom, dad and me) will pray in our special atheist way that our bags have followed the same route as us, while we wait for the baggage claim. We will have arrived at probably 1 in the afternoon, if we are lucky we will get to the shuttle-busstop at 1:30 or 2 wait for a shuttle to the car rental place, then wait around to get a car so we can drive to Provincetown in Cape Cod. It usually takes and hour to get into Boston so that we can take the 3 hour drive to Provincetown. Oh. Joy. This is why I hate travel. I'll have blog about everything probably a week from today.

Going in for more, 6 degrees of Michigan, Shipping, sucky cooking and I'm just going to go for it

So know that I have gotten into the swing of things I must blog more, muhahahaha/evil laugh. So multiple unrelated drabbles it is! muhahahah/evil laugh.
I have lived in michigan for 7 years, the weather is wierd, the animals are larger and fireworks are illegal. We don't even call it snow unless there is 3 inches of it accumulating, we call that a flurry, and it didn't even happen if it didn't stick. I am amazed at more many people I meet who you can trace back to this state in the shape of a mitten. 2 of my friends' parents are from their, a good amount of my teachers went to school their (altough 50% of our teachers in the country come out of the state, so this makes sense) I see people with Spartan or Wolverine jackest all the time. It just sort of odd.

*warning this video has non-explicit homosexuality, Avril Lavigne and one very bad word that implies that Avrilis a royal and ingages in homosexual incest with her mother, it rhymes with motherplucking princess*

CSI shipping, the fans have interesting names for for their ships, Brillows, CatNip, Snickers, GSR, Yo!Bling, Sandle and those are jsut the straight pairings (cookie to anyone who can correctly identify all of those and extra credit to those who can identify, tell my what the theme is and point out the non-CSI pairing correctly of the following, TheLove, TM, Two Beards make it right, CSR, Texas Hold'em) I'm still waiting for the new season and trying to decide if I want Jorja to sign or not, or if the whole thing is a publicity ploy from CBS.

I suck at making fudge, it never sets, nuff said.

I'm just going to dive in and make a world building blog, look for it in the intervening weeks.

*edit* this isn't my video, there is a prepnderance of Nick/Greg fanfiction and most of it is both good and tasteful and makes a good point about the chemistry between the two, not enough but almost as much as Grissom and Sara. ;P

Welcome back, it's almost the the 15th of July!

So yeah, sorry, it's been a while. In the meantime( and in no specific order) I have watched a few movies, I can review them as saved posts, found some good websites, celebrated 4th of July with lots of fireworks and the movie Independance Day, finished 9th grade, knit some stuff. My too goals for this summer are to finished reading the Harry Potter series from start to finish and do a year of math. So I have posts handled for a while, but they will be fairly spaced, mainly becuase I can't blog from my computer becuase Mozilla from 2003 can't handle blogger. On wednesday I am leaving for Cape Cod for my Aunt's wedding, I am going to have to wear what is essentially drag for my, even though I'm a girl, a dress, and because It is a nice dress and I haven't worn a dress since I went a sweet sixteen in February I will document the occasion. On August 8th I am going to get the surgery on my ankle.
On another note, I have a ton of worldbuilding notes in my old notebooks from this year. I am thinking of continuing on a blog so I can get feedback. Is anyone reading? Are you interested? I have a spacefrontier type world where your class is decided on by when your ancestors moved to space, a world with werewolves that is modern day and not a horror world and then a slightly more space opera/space as an ocean type thing with different aliens that are based on the type of animals might be from thier planets which may or may not be a continuation upon a world where humans are a universal DNA donor for all carbon based sentients and aliens form an allienance whith earth and we addvance and become culturally richer, eventually. On second thought I think that I won't make that a continuation. So anyone interested?

Not dead

So, I have not died, gotten an emergency appendectemy, given up on you, fallen off the edge of the earth or Niagra falls. I have been really stressed from homework and stuff, I will update probably sometime around the 15th.

SIFF

So last night my family went to the Seattle International Film Festival and watched Monkey Warfare, a Canadian movie whose name is a play on guerilla warfare. It is about a disillusioned middle-aged more-than-roomates-less-than-couple Linda and Dan. Linda and Dan are too young to have been hippies, but they are on the run from the law for something they did in Vancouver. They don't have a phone, computer or car, because they have to pay for everything in cash. Their only source of income is a brisk ebay-like site buisness, essentially they are professional dumpster divers. The movie opens up with a security guard coming out to check on a noise and then getting hit with a Molotov cocktail and catching on fire. Then we cut to Linda and Dan in a restuarant trying to figure out what to toast to, becuase they aren't married, but they've been together for 15 years. We then go to them biking home on beat-up bikes with milkcrate baskets. Linda stops at one of those piles of free stuff and shows her eye for valuable garbage. A little bit later we find out that their dope dealer has been busted and they're almost out. Dan runs into the young atractive Susan at a garage sale, it turns out that Susan is a dope dealer, the movie is about them trying to figure out their relationship with her. The music is radical rock from the sixties and the camera work, sets, costumes and acting felt very real, but the editing felt a little iMovie-o-rific. The movie moved slowly, but had good pacing. It was only an hour and 15 minutes with short, credits and a featurette at the end where we, the audience, learned how to make a Molotov cocktail in French. All in all pretty good. Then my family walked around Capitol Hill, the odd mingling of clubbers with their fauxhawks and bright colors and movie geeks, still muching on leftover popcorn. Tonight we are going to watch a Cuban movie.

Mailbag Special!

So today when I got the mail I had two packages.

This is a styrofoam head that I got on ebay so I could start selling hats.

I finally got my balms for guest posting on Chaptastic.

Here's a view of their spiffy buisness card.

And here's the lipbalm, it's Crazy Rumors Perk French Vanilla Latte, a 5 out of 5 from Chaptastic and Alba Naturals Pineapple Quench, also 5 out of 5. With keychain lid, a buisness card and a thank-you note.
I think I should spraypaint the head for contrast against hats, what color do you recommend?

Twisted Flicks, good quotes.

Went to Twisted Flicks, got my foot stuck in a car door on the way home, but I'm fine. We got their almost an hour early and camped out in front sitting on our towel. The movie was, as always, good. Barefoot season is officially upon us, so that's good. Good quotes
"Don't Panic"
"You're comparing my brushing the heavens with your barely post-pubesent mostache?"
Towel day pictures soon.

Today, is well, today

Well yesturday was an orchestra concert. We did okay, I was a little rough at the beginning. We played an arrangment of the Overature to Barber of Seville (written by Rossini as a sequel to Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro) and an unarranged version (that means you are playing exactly what the composer wrote for each instrument) of the first movment (the jig) of St. Paul's Suite. Itsort of sounded like the theme from Pirates. The 8th graders, (just to clarify I am in frosh orchestra) played a song called Rosin Eating Zombies From Space, which was hit, but I didn't get to hear it. Then the upperclassmen played a well executed piece that I wasn't crazy about. Then, becuase this was the Gala concert and the last concert for the seniors in the Symphonic Orchestra, the orchestra teacher said stuff about the seniors, then the seniors talked about the teacher. Very sweet. Then they played the first suite form Carmen.
Afterward I had a fight with my parents, it started with usual my dad being kind of annoyed with my inconstant editorialising, it's not like I don't realize that it's annoying, I just can't stop myself. Then they mentioned my weight. I am over weight, since I got injured mid-wrestling season, I have been gaining more weight. I realize this, but they won't let me wrestle next year if I don't get down to 180 or at least 190, but preferably 175. They don't understand that wrestling is really the only excercise I like, and dieting sucks, and it's lame becuase none of my friends understand and I'm not a person that really needs to worry about apperance, I'm a geek, I could be drop-dead gorgous, and still be "weird" and therefore unattractive. My mom apolgized becuase some things got said that were especially hurtful. I'm sort of keeping my distance, also becuase whenever bad things happen I get really anxious and obsecesive. So expect some serious insomnia, although of I sort of know what to do when I'm too anxious to sleep. Today is towel day, but the towel is more functioning as a security blanket.

Guest Post!

So my guest post is up on Chaptastic! Go and check it out. I should have another one up later for a different balm.

New template and colors

So I got a new template and changed up the color scheme a little, tell my what you think? Can you read it?

42nd Post w00t!

So last post was my 42nd, to celebrate I will tell you about Towel Day, in comereration of Douglas Adams's death and celebration of his legacy. Here is the link. It's on friday may 25th. Why a towel? Here's why the author's own words. "A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical
value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with."
So yeah. Happy Towel Day in advance.

Detritous and winsheildwiper beats

I am always astonished by the amount and type of detritious that I find, yet no one notices the implications of this detritous. This morning I found amoung the usual rocks, cigarrette butts and dog doots was a tampon applicator, with blood. The mind boggles at the thought of how that came to be. I almost understand how one would find condoms around my neighborhood, it is a heavily wooded area, it's a little grody, but understandible. The mind boggles at the possiblities that are implied by a tampon applicator, with blood! You see stuff of the side of the highway and you wonder how someone managed to get a magazine, tissue box, carton of orange juice and a teddy bear out of the window by acident.
Also it rained this morning, which means that the windsheild wipers were on. There're two of them, they never start at the same spot on their half of the windsheild, and the blades move at different speeds. So there are all kind of crazy interference beats. This has bothered me since I was in kindergarten, but now I have the words to describe the issue, this issue seems to be a problem on every schoolbus I have ever rode on. *Sigh*.

Today

Today I did went to Sam's Club, but convinced my mom to get a Costco membership when the Sam's Club membership ran out in the fall. Then I did homework. Nuff said. Now go over to yesturday's Drivel Blog and look at the beatboxing floutist.

*Spoiler Alert*

I watched the CSI season finale last night. Creepy, the music, Natalie Davis is phsychotic. Oooh. I cried when I though that Grissom was going to bleed out right there. But the whole Sara thing leaves me kinda cold, she's not one of my favorite character, I kind of like Hodges better. Plus we all know the to be continued was just because they didn't know if they had to write Sara out or not. I'm only really mad becuase she's Grissom's girlfriend. I'm not being callous, Jorja Fox's performance feels stiff and Sara has become an increasingly unsympathetic character and her relationship with Grissom feels like a hearstring ploy. Not sure how much of this is the writing and how much of this is Fox's acting. As a note I have noticed that Grissom has gotten more and more excentric, open-minded and excited, not sure how much is the writing team gradually typing the character and how much this is Petersen honing the character, but I like. But the relationship does make him seem less, ... something. Not sure what, it brings him down to earth, he's deffinatly my favorite character. So yeah, to be continued sucks.

Beekeeping? Groceries?

So recently Ja'son of Drivel Blog, has become interested in beekeeping and is incouraging others to participate in it so he has some sort of support or something. My lizard brain is going "HOLY HELL, BEES, BEEEEEES, BEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS. HOLY HELL MY MAN, BEEEEEEEEEESSS." I have an excuse, when I was small there were a lot carpenter bees in my neighborhood, scary as hell. But my mammal brain says that it would be interesting and fulfilling, it would help me overcome my fears. Plus free honey and beeswax, and it's completly safe. So yeah.
Also I have recently learned that as you get older you get more and more uninhibited at the grocerie store, not in the aspect of your purchases, but in what you will do at the store. I was told this when I was mystified when I was informed by my English teacher that everyone standing my me in the grocery line will get an education ( I tend to "encyclopedia" when people ask questions). Apperently as you get older you have no problem going to the store in your pjs, buying embarrassing things and talking to people nearby about anything. Anyone else have any experience with this? Oh yeah and I went to the dentist today.

Doctors, today and baking

So yesturday I went to the doctor at Children's to get an opinoin on surgery. They said it probably wasn't cancer, because they see they exact same thing in most benign tumors, but for the sake of my fibula and pain issues (a lot and often, not good) it wouldn't be a bad idea, but isn't urgent. Children's has the vague feeling of being to young and the parking is based on pictorals. So the parking lot feels like and amusement park, until you look to the side and get obvious hospital vibes. While a resident was doing the usual roll your pants up, take off your shoes, press against my hand, walk across the room naturally thing the doctor opened the door on me. Today I went to school, watch Bass Lurmans Romeo+Juliet in English to compliment the text (teacher called the lenght we watched a snippito, gotta love a goofy teacher), played with dirt in science (hazardous waste unit, soil permeability, I am not in middle school and doing experiments to learn scientific method), went to a birthday celebration in school.
So I've been baking lately; not very good at it. I've made okay scones, but they never come out the same, I misread directions for biscuits, so they tasted of baking soda and weren't very tender. Then I make lemon bars, I ran out of flour, so I substituted oatmeal in the lemoney (or in my case limey) filling. And the filling never set, it's sweet lime goo on a crust. Not Good. But I still like baking.