Funerals, Inanimate Objects, and Just General Weirdness

To anyone who knows me, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that I'm weirder than winged elephant (and my sanity is, incidentally, just as nonexistent). I'm telling you this as a disclaimer of sorts to what is to come below, so beware...

I guess I'll start this off by saying that I'm attached to my hair care products. I'm not saying that vainly (with my hair, you kind of can't afford to be), just as a female teenager with a wish to be perceived as relatively nice-looking. My hair is (warning: useless personal info up ahead; buckle your seat belts and prepare for the boredom turbulence) naturally wavy and frizzy, which, in the Texas humidity, is a walking nightmare. My hair practically comes alive when I don't actively contain it. In the mornings, I look like the love child of Hermione Granger and Sasquatch (which is scary, let me tell you).

So I heavily lean on my nice little collection of hair care products, including the most important: my hair straightener. With it, my hair is just moderately frizzy, and not leaning on the 'fro side of hair volume. But, (and here is where tragedy strikes; grab your tissues, girls) this morning, as I was happily giving my hair the daily taming, I heard a disheartening clunck noise--I looked down at my trusty pink straightener (whose name is Harry) to see that the red power light had been switched off. Confused, I pushed the two blades together and then out of nowhere, tendrils--literally, they were tendrils--of smoke curled out from the motor.

Quickly, I unplugged Harry and dropped him, and that's when I made the devastating find--Harry, my three-year-old, trusty, wonderful, amazing hair straightener, who had stood by me when I was awkward and pimply and had a mouth full of metal, who had never left my side when I was sad or angry or frustrated, who never judged me when I sang Disney songs while using him as a microphone... was dead.

I was understandably distraught. 

So, to commemorate the awesome hair straightener that he was, I decided to give him a funeral. A proper one (as proper as one can give an inanimate object). I made a headstone (albeit, out of construction paper and sharpie), laid him down gently and quietly in the trash can, and covered him with a paper towel. 

He's never looked more at peace.

Maybe some background information on Harry is in order (if you haven't been scared off yet, that is). Harry was a pink straightener. He was gay (he never did show an interest in my female appliances, like Gina the hair dryer), and was pretty old and well-used when he died (three years is like seventy in appliance-years). He will be sorely missed.

But, on the bright side, I got a new hair straightener! Gemini, the sassy black woman. This'll be fun.

(Yes, I name all of my inanimate objects. My mini-mannequin is Tabitha, my giant stuffed-animal-dog is Aspen, my masquerade mask is Charlotte... must I go on?)

Question Time!

To answer Jovi's question: If I could have an unlimited supply of only one material on a desert island... I would have... hmm...

Well, I know the practical answer here is food or water, since I wouldn't want to, you know, die, or anything. But the practical answer is never the fun answer. So, I'm going to have to go with... an unlimited supply of books. That would keep my entertained, informed, and... um... I just like books, okay? I would die of boredom before my food supply ran out if I had nothing to read. BOOKS GALORE.

My question is this: If you could talk to your walls, what do you think they'd say?

Well, that's all. Remember, keep Harry The Gay Hair Straightener in your thoughts, y'all!

~Lindsay

Pressure(Stress + Adrenaline) = Minor Emotional Breakdown

So, today was definitely not a good day for me. 


It all started with the pleasant little solo contest in which my participation was required in as a band student. I was actually fairly comfortable with going and playing in front of a judge this time versus how I felt the past two years. Sure, my trumpet solo obviously wasn't perfected, but I was at least confident that I wouldn't let nerves get to me. This isn't, however, how it worked out. First of all, my trumpet was having a really bad tone day and secondly, due to certain circumstances, it somehow happened that I had to play for not only the judge but an added audience of some three or four other band members who were next up to play. Yeah... no.


In a nutshell, I didn't play my best. I was a bit embarrassed about that, sure, but overall when I finished playing I had accepted how it had turned out and that was that. Or so I thought. The judge gave me some feedback and I did my best to focus on him and not look over at my classmates. I exited the room I had performed in. A person waiting outside asked if I was all right. I'm not sure why but it can be assumed that something gave it away.


And after that, I definitely was not all right because I promptly started crying. No signs, no warning, nothing. This was then proceeded by me finding myself incapable to stop crying.


For three periods.


Yeah, so there I was hiding out in the band locker room, practically skipping class because for the life of me I couldn't get a hold of myself. It wasn't like I wanted to cry or that I even felt the need to cry, but I definitely did cry. Every time I thought that I had it under control, someone else would walk in and regardless of whether they acknowledged I was there or whether I knew them on a personal level or not, it would just start up again. I reasoned with myself so many times on why the heck I couldn't just cut it out and get on with my life, but my efforts were in vain.


Luckily, I had some relatively good friends who were helping out with the solo contest (along with some people I didn't know much at all but were genuinely nice people) who did their best to get me out of my... "state". Naturally, I wanted everyone to just disappear because crying during school when you're fourteen isn't something that anyone should or would be particularly proud of especially when it was triggered by something a lot of other people had to do, but I suppose that in the end it was a good thing that they were all there. Sure, maybe it would've helped more if I could communicate better but due to the gaspy sort of cry I was indulging in, talking didn't work the best.


Surprising the strict and often unreasonable band teacher was actually helpful. Due to my unwillingness to rejoin the general population of the school for lunch, she brought me a blueberry muffin and a banana to eat. That period I spent by myself, alone, did the trick. The band locker room was actually well situated for this sort of stuff, offering a sink and a seemingly endless role of paper towels... yep.


But yeah, thankfully I finally felt comfortable enough to go to seventh period science and finish off the day. 

Sorry about telling an entirely without message story... actually it SHALL have a message which will be... that... it's perfectly okay to have those emotionally difficult moments where your body goes "screw what your brain is saying, I'm gonna  have a break down so ha!" Although, it is definitely preferable for those moments to not happen in public places. Because that just injures your pride. A lot. 

So Jae, that probably answers my absence during school today, huh? Sorry I didn't tell you the full story eighth period and stuff, but I was still a bit too unstable to risk going on about it too much at the time.


Anyhow, Q&A time. Yay!


Jae's question to me:
Ancay ouyay eadray isthay?
Opefullyhay ecausebay ouryay estionquay illway ebay asedphray
isthay ayway.
Ifway offeredway away ancechay, ouldway ouyay everway actway
ikelay ethay igpay inway ethay Eicogay ommercialscay?


Yes, I can read that. It was quite fun to decode, actually. :D
Aaand to answer the next question... yeah, I probably would because shoot, it seems fun... Ooh, make that a bucket list idea?


As for my question to whoever posts next:
If you only had an unlimited supply of one material on a deserted island, what would that one material be? 


Oh, and upon reading Jae's last blog post, I'll supply some links, I suppose... Dramatic One-Act Play of Rebecca Black's "Friday" and Life of Ke$ha.


And that's all folks! 
~Jovi

Hate to Get All "Mom" On You...

Seems like Linday's life, or Joy's for that matter, hasn't been very exciting.
Well honestly mine hasn't either, but I have a probable (cough cough Joy) reason to blog. This blog will consist of a few different factors. My "mom" lecture, and a few funny stories moms might not approve of.  Hah. Well, lecture first.
Bullying NEEDS to stop.
Now.
No more, "oh someone else will deal with it."
No. Cause guess what? A lot of times it's too late.
I know a courageous girl who just smiling and talking to someone made them stop cutting themselves. Reporting bullying to the police can help a poor girl who goes through that everyday because she's different. Calling someone pretty could have saved their life.
Could have.
Imagine if you called this poor girl, who is actually very pretty, ugly. She's dead now. She committed suicide, shooting herself.
Would you feel bad?
She's dead. DEAD. You can't undo your actions. The small things you do to make yourself look "cool" can kill a poor, YOUNG, innocent girl. 15? Do you realize her family is probably devastated? What about her best friends? She had so much going for her. She was outgoing, loved to laugh, had a family, her pet dog, she was an active soccer player. She had her whole life ahead of her.
But no. Bullies had to ruin it for her. Their little remarks affected tons of people. And they probably didn't even think before they acted. Well I hope they're sorry. Now they have a lifetime to live with that conscious.
All I can say is RIP, honey. You're in a better place. <3 I didn't even know you, but I'm so sorry. Call suicide selfish. Say what you want, but here's a quote:
"Suicide isn't cowardly. Wanna know what's cowardly? Treating someone so badly that they want to end their life."
A lot of times the bullies are the ones who are jealous. Again if your a bully, you need to knock it off. This girl will never get her life back. The simple pull of the trigger. Going out to those if you're a victim of a bully, don't cut yourself, commit suicide, or anything. There's people out there who care and love you. I promise. I may not know you, but lmL. Talk to someone. A parent. A teacher. A counselor. An adult. If you think killing yourself gets you attention, it might. But you'd be dead. Please. Don't. Save your family, friends, everyone from going through that. <3
(Speaking of, make sure to see Bully when it comes out. I know they almost rated it r, but it's not that bad.  Bad words, a bit of violence, but nothing worse than what people are used to. See it. I actually attend one of the schools they filmed it at. It's sad. Here's the trailer. I've seen the movie already.
On a happier note, let's talk about funny stories.
If you don't know, I play trombone in band. Yeah, the one with the slide and stuff. Well, our band teacher has us do solos and stuff. Our solo contest is this Friday (we play a solo for a judge and we get a score...1+ is the best, 3 is the worse...)
So since our concerts done, we had today to turn in the music and work on the solos. She sent us trombones (three of us) to the stage to work.
Oh gosh, I'm surprised she hasn't caught on and banned us from the stage. We practiced! Maybe we got lucky she heard us playing a bit. But...we didn't practice the whole time. Let's just say there was an empty janitor bucket in there. And one of us (not me!) got in it. And the other one (still, not me !) started pushing him around. :D A lot of times, I'm a bystander. I don't start these things, I sit back and laugh. Heck, I'm a good kid and would never do these on my own. But I don't mind having a bit of fun once in awhile. It was quite hilarious. It's not like that's the only thing we've done...playing behind curtains (that one they got yelled at for...hey I didn't do it!) and stuff. I can't remember them all now, but yeah. Hmm what else was I gonna say? I got myself all scratched up cause of climbing Joy's tree in shorts and stuff. That's not smart.
We stayed up till 1 or 2 am. We played truth or dare. Drank lots of Coke. (Coca Cola...not cocaine! I promise.) Ate grass, fell off swings (truth or dare there), sang "Best Day Ever" by Spongebob on a very loud Rock Band (yes Spongebob on Rock Band) game because her brothers lost the remote to the tv and it was turned up loud and the buttons on the tv weren't working...sigh. I think they got a new one now but yeah. Oh, we also stayed up looking up Youtube videos. These videos included Julian Smith's Song Stuck Inside Your Head (which gets stuck inside your head super easily), the VlogBrothers Hungry Games (i wanna do that now!), a crazy trumpeters Where's the Chapstick? (Oh goodness), and charlieissocoollike's American Accent and Duet with Himself. Also I showed them the all 3 Duck Songs. Haha. Oh, don't forget Annoying Orange. Who's so stupid it's kinda funny. There was also a dramatic video of Rebecca Black's Friday song turned into a drama, and a girl imitating Ke$ha. But I don't remember them. I bet @Jovi could add those to her blog though. Hint hint.
Well, OH! 'Nother funny story.
So happy bleated Easter ya'll! Haha I'm not Southern silly. Southerner's suck (@Lindsay). :) Just kidding people. And after that we had a little Easter thing in our backyard. My little second cousin was talking to me (well little to me, 10 isn't that little though). Here's how our convo went:
Hunter: Yeah! Same arm as me, left. (talking about his friend who broke his arm)
Me: How'd you break your arm?
Hunter: Being stupid.
Me: ...
Hunter: Seriously, I was an idiot! (Then he went on to explain he was on a kiddie Flintstones car awhile back--when he was like in 1st grade--and he was singing "I believe I can f--" and he fell off. Oh that was fun to listen to).
But we were at church service, right? After a drama about a guy who's life changed with God in his life...and after clapping....everyone started LAUGHING. I turn around and here comes my awesome pastor hopping down the aisle (Yes hopping. Not running, or skipping, hopping like a bunny would) in a full body bunny suit (minus covering his whole head...he had big ears on though). Oh. My. Goodness. That. Was. Freaking. Hilarious. Then he got to the front, opened a coca cola, and talked about the original. And how he had a bag from Japan (he's Asian) that wasn't the original brand and it looked good, but smelled like donkey. That may make our church seem all laid-back, and it is, but it's not like that everyday. He never drinks coke in front like that. He just had it open with that noise, make you realize that Coca Cola is the ORIGINAL. (With the whole God thing, one original one). Then he mentioned a Yugo and we all turned to my dad. If you don't know what a Yugo is, it was the worst car ever made. Look it up.
Well, I'll hopefully be back. We get to give my almost-2-year-old-toy-poodle-runt baby medicine because he got two shots and now he has swelling. The vet said it's normal, and he's getting better, but he's all soar.
Peace out, dudes.
~Jae

QUESTION TIME
*Have you ever done something stupid (a la my father)? If so, (and don't try to tell me you haven't) what was it?
...I'm sure you guys can all infer by now that this question is completely, definitely, and utterly a yes. I am very smart academically, but when it comes to street smart/common sense. Not so much.
Once I got my new comforter out for my bed (not that long ago, actually. A month?) and it had a bed skirt. I thought you like hung it around the bed frame, so when I unfolded it and the white part in the middle came out I'm like "OH MY GOD I BROKE IT!" D:
...
Yeah. Hmm, I do tons of stupid stuff every day and yet I manage to forget it.
Haha right now I keep getting on facebook (like every few seconds) and I keep getting one notification. It's cause I'm currently in a poking war with someone. ...I'm a brunette on the outside (well I dyed it bright auburn so my friend calls me a ginger-in-training (git)...my roots are showing anyway), but I'm a blonde at heart.
Gah, I have a lot more stupid things I've done. If this counts, when I was almost 2, I walked in paint and got little baby footprints everywhere. Or when I was 3 or 4 my dad was building our deck. i walked out on it, walked on a board that wasn't nailed down, and I still have a mark on my forehead. I can just imagine me diddly-daddly (yes I said that) on the deck and me crying as it swung up and hit me. Classic there.
I'm clumsy too. I used to get injured all the time. I was going down a hill by us on my bike, swerving. I don't know why, but I fell off mid hill. ALMOST broke my ankle. At school we did a Field Day in 5th grade (right before 5th Grade Fun Day I might add, so I got to wear a splint while ice skating) we did a 4-way-tire tug-a-war and I managed to land on my wrist just wrong to partially fracture it. When I was little my mom and I were somewhere and her or I managed to scratch my eye with a straw and  the doctor made me wear an eyepatch. I did NOT like that. AT ALL.
Gosh, I could go on and on. Maybe my next blog post should just be stupid mistakes I've done. I wish I could come up with more...buttt my mind's being stupid right now. (hehe I said butt. SEE?!)
Today I couldn't remember how to spell throat in Spanish (class, not the language). Throught? Thought? Trought? I felt dumb when I realized it.

Okay, my question for who ever decides to get around in their boring life to post next (love you guys!):

Ancay ouyay eadray isthay?
Opefullyhay ecausebay ouryay estionquay illway ebay asedphray
isthay ayway.
Ifway offeredway away ancechay, ouldway ouyay everway actway
ikelay ethay igpay inway ethay Eicogay ommercialscay?


There's 3. Here's one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCg-qf8ZDoc&feature=related
This is probably how it would end up (@Lindsay, ya up for it?):  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jI1xeG07Wc0&feature=fvst

Oh have fun reading that! :)

Of Lizards and Naive Fathers

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you hung a lizard from your ear?

No? Yeah, me neither.

The same, however, cannot be said for my father, who enthusiastically jumped on the chance to let a reptile bite his earlobe and hang from it, like an earring.

Yeah, my family is definitely not a normal one.

So the story goes like this: for Easter weekend, my family went up to my grandparents' house to eat ham and dye eggs (like the little kids we all are at heart) and just chill. And that's what we were doing when the whole lizard debacle came about: chilling. We were outside, and you have to know that my grandparents live in a very woodsy area, and because of that, there is a plethora (Ooo! Big word!) of animals--both of the wanted and unwanted variety. 

My dad, acting on his dorky, reckless teenage impulsions that he seemingly never grew out of, saw a lizard innocently chilling on a plant, and immediately reached out, caught it, held it to his ear, and stood back as it clamped its jaw around his earlobe--all in one motion.

My father, ladies and gentlemen.

It didn't stay on long, though. It flailed a little before dropping to the ground, no doubt traumatized by the turn of events. Heck, who wouldn't be? After all, it was just forcibly made to bite on to some sweaty dude's ear, and couldn't very well let go lest it drop to its (albeit, really unlikely) death.

My dad's ear bled a little, though I guess that's what he gets for wearing an innocent reptile as an earring.

Well, that's my post for today! (Actually, it's my first one in almost a month... I kind of fell back in my blogging duties, seeing it was my turn to post last time and I, well, didn't. Sorry about that...)

Oh! Happy Easter everyone, whether or not you celebrate it. After all, even if you don't celebrate, you still get Good Friday off (or spring break, though that differs for everyone) and that is definitely something worth celebrating.

Question time, yay... 

My favorite word? I can't really narrow it down to one, because there are so many...

But, I guess I really love the word ethereal (gaseous, invisible but detectable). Or evanescent (vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time). Or elixir, or demure, or labyrinthine, or murmurous, or quintessential, or plethora, or serendipity, or tintinnabulation, or chatoyant, or... I just love words, okay? 

(Don't tell anyone, but I actually keep a running list of words I love. Honestly, if I could marry words, I would.)

My question: Have you ever done something stupid (a la my father)? If so, (and don't try to tell me you haven't) what was it?

Adios, my internet readers (if you even exist).

~Lindsay

Today is the Weasly twins' birthday! [...Fred. *sniffles*]

So, guess what? It's been over a MONTH since any one of us last posted on this old dusty blog. We really ought to be ashamed of ourselves--a handful of paragraphs really isn't that hard to type (says the person who is yet to finish a first draft for a simple two paged essay... I'll get to it tonight, I promise! <---LIES.) I'm really sorry. I shouldn't be making a post at all today but I sort of promised Jae yesterday that I would and I like to be a person of my word so I'm going to even though I'm quite convinced that all the little men inside of my brain are starting some giant rebellion. Either that or they're all spontaneously exploding (ooh, reference to a band song) so yeah. My brain is going about three times the speed it should be going which really sucks 'cause I know for sure my two brothers don't want to deal with THAT so I'm stuck expressing this blog.


Also, it's like 90 degrees outside which is... weird, considering how it's April and how it normally doesn't get to this to excessive amounts too often when it's actually summer. I have no idea how that relates to my hyperactive mind. Bleh, why can't my typing keep up with my head!?


Again, really sorry I'm doing a post today. I wouldn't be offended if you didn't read this considering how it has no meaning or anything behind it at all.


Ooh, let's go through what's on my desk right now! It's really messy, actually. I really shouldn't. But I will 'cause I have nothing better to go on about (which wouldn't make me sad--see title of post.) Okay, so there's a lot of glittery things, and sticky notes and books and calculators--three of them actually... I don't know--and pencils and markers and sharpies and thin mints--they were hiding. Luckily, I found them--and my netbook and a stuffed Pokemon and some tape and a pencil bag and an EZ poor and some bouncy balls and some dice and a flashdrive and a MP3 and a binder of Pokemon cards and a good handful of notebooks and a rock  that I use for a paperweight and my cellphone and a hollow M&M container-ma-bob and a mini thing of toothpaste and a lot of old letters and some tacky glue and a little dish with a goat on it that has maybe five dollars worth of change in it and.... I think that might cover everything in plain sight. I really should clean it up some... And alsjdlfkj... probably should just delete that last paragraph. My life's dull right now, I'm sorry!


So, how about that Obama-care? Personally, I'm going to be immensely concerned for the country if they pass it. To begin with, Obama-care requires for every single person born in the USA to purchase healthcare or else they'll have to pay a penalty. It's obvious that this goes against the Constitution already, isn't it? The thing is, that back when their was more power to the states they had this one clause (which I can't think of right now... whoop-de-doo) that prevented any state from placing too much taxes on imports/exports due to how it effects the individuals living in the states directly. You see, since then this clause has been stretched very, very far to cover multiple things, it's starting to get powerful. Possibly even powerful to pass this law due to the fact that when people don't have healthcare, others are stuck paying for them. If it does pass this though, this particular clause will become IMMENSELY POWERFUL AND IT'LL KEEP GAINING POWER UNTIL THIS NATION ISN'T FREE ANYMORE. Heh, not too that extent, but it will get pretty powerful. Like, they could possible start making it so people would have to buy so much healthy food every year or else be penalized because eating unhealthy food is bad for you. Not like this is going to happen, but if they're passing Obama-care, laws like that do have potential of getting passed. So yeah...


Shoot, I just talked about POLITICS. Guys, that isn't good. I suck at politics so bad. How could I even-- I have certainly lost all-- I-- Ausch-scloghs-a-schotch-aks...


Erm...


Question Time!
Have you seen any random person dancing lately?
No, no I have not. Shame, really.


Oh my gosh--I have to share a really cute word with you all. It's frickin' adorable. It might be from a different language and impossible to pronounce, but it's still kind of awesome:


Mamihlapinatapai, meaning the look shared between two people both hoping that the other will do what they both desire, but neither will.


It's like, a first kiss... and d'aww. I just love that word. :)


Anyhow. My question:
Any really awesome/cool/cute words you love?


~Jovi

Some people need to be high-fived. In the face. With shovels.

First off, McDonald's strawberry malts are really good.
Second,I hate bullies. If you're a bully...well, knock it off.
I don't know if this program ever came to your school, or even if you are still in school, or if you're too young for school, or if you're unauthorized at school and some very illegal resident, it's called "Stand for the Silent".
Or, "Stand for Ty Smalley".
Ty killed himself due to bullying, and I'm pretty sure the bully found it funny.
Oh yeah, you're cool. You made a guy hang himself and find it funny. HAVE A HEART.
Well, the reason this came up is lately I'm ticked at a few unnameable people at the moment. Let's call them "Bob" and..."Sally".
They're both girls, and both have their own stories.
I won't go into depth too much, but let's just say I overheard "Bob" saying some not-very-nice stuff about my really good friends. "Bob" thinks she's so cool and if you're quiet, or shy you're automatically weird and stupid, I guess. Honestly, I don't mind "Bob" too much, but when I hear her talk like that I don't know anymore.
And...there's "Sally". I've never minded Sally too much, she's a bit different. And honestly I felt pity toward her..some people can be mean. She just doesn't think through what she says, though. Really, a tongue is sometimes the worst weapon.
Well, it's probably not best to go into all the chiz that goes along with it. But I've learned some people get pissed over the stupidest things. Being told to shush, or they can't borrow your eyeliner, or that they're singing the wrong part. Well, let's just say we got in a bit of fight which ended in her getting her older sister involved and called me a brat. Honestly, she thinks I was scared but I was kinda laughing. I've resorted to just ignoring this person, giving them the cold shoulder. I don't care, because I've never liked her that much anyway. Sally just annoyed me. She has other friends, so I really don't care that our friendship ended. For the best.
Why can't we live in a world without drama?? Everyday I hear someone say the f word. Backtrack, make that every hour at school. There's always gossip spreading, and there's always fights going on. Mostly over petty things.
"Oh my beejez, she stole your boyfriend and kissed him behind the locker bay!"
or
"Ohmigosh, they're wearing the same dress! Call 9-1-1!"
People should calm down.

...Maybe that was a little exaggerated, but you get it.
Sometimes I wish we could go back to the simple life of Kindergarten: When being "naughty" was whispering during nap-time, and "drama" was someone snapping your red crayon or stealing your juice box.
And sad thing is, I'm serious.

People just need to learn to be nice. Period. No more but's.
The teachers talk and talk and talk, but honestly it's only us who can fix it. I'm sure you've heard this, but no one ever tries.  Don't be afraid. Stand up for yourself, and others.
Honestly, I'm being a hypocrite and I admit it. I suck at speaking up. I really wanted to say something to "Bob", but there were a lot of people around her and I was chicken. I guess I try to make friends, not enemies.

Yeah.
Point of this moral, was be nice. Please? And if you're bullied, ignore them. You're the bigger person, and you're perfect. lmL
~Jae

Q&A Time...
Jovi: What would my guilty pleasure be? Hmm, I probably have a lot. But I'd have to say chocolate. No one can go wrong with chocolate. I love chocolate. Lindor chocolates, now those are my weakness. If you said I could have a year's worth of 'em, I'd probably have different standards then you. I'd get my money's worth.
Thing is, they're a bit more spendy. And hey, to be honest, chocolate makes you fat. So don't worry, I limit myself. But have you ever seen emergency chocolate?  I'm gonna be the person carrying that around. And a  frappuccino. From Starbucks. (I tried one of those the other day...the bottled ones). It's made of milk and coffee, and I don't even like coffee but it was good. I also got pumpkin bread. YUM. Most of my immediate family doesn't like pumpkin, and it was ah-mayzing. Yeah, like you needed those pointless details.
Anyways, I rant a lot.
Q: Have you seen any random person dancing lately?
(sorry for the irrelevant question, but to go along with that little kid the same week our jazz band was at a festival and there was an old man dancing to a a jazz choir. Doing a jig or something. Someone was gonna go dance with him, but no one would go. Quite funny. I guess you can learn from old people too, not just kids. I guess older people sometimes grow younger. I know I'll never grow out of being a kid. I'll be giving Jovi a baby doll for her 50th birthday. Seriously.)

Inside yo' head.

This post is inspired by Jae's post on her own blog. Considering that we're all relatively... "odd" folk, I'm sure we've all had strange dreams. I mean, I know that I have... some of them actually concern me. This post is just going to be about a few notable ones that I've had.

The first one I'd like to mention was from way back when I was in preschool... so I was either three or four. I found myself standing in a nice backyard with this nice, luscious green grass. In the middle of this yard, a picnic was set up with pretty much everyone from Blue's Clues hanging around. I was so excited but when I approached them, they all turned around revealing grotesque zombies. It scared me. Bad. I still remember it over ten years later... that has got to say something.

Another one that comes to mind happened less than a year ago. This was also on a scarier spectrum of dreams, but from the times I've told other people about it, they find it immensely amusing so it seems like a good one to recall. I was inside of my city's mall. It was after hours and entirely empty except for a candy stand that was set up in the middle with a guy running it. This guy here had a big red button and he was obviously evil. He kept going on about how screwed I was and how I had lost and when I disagreed with this, he pressed his lovely big red button. That was when all the gummy bears at his candy cart to came to life and came at me.

I'm pretty sure that's why people find this dream so amusing.

Along with those little gummy bears (they weren't really much of a threat because of their size), ginormous robotic looking gummy bears came up from behind me. I managed to escape into an empty movie theater, where I met up with some random girl who looked about twelve. We struggled to keep the door shut as the robo gummy bear tried to break in. But alas, Mr. Robo-Gummy broke in and just when he was cornering me and anonymous twelve-year-old, the dream ended. Don't judge--it was legitimately freaky. For me, at least.

Dream numeral three. I'm not sure if I was in some attic or not, but it was a small, crowded, dark space filled with old holiday decorations. There was this downright freaky puppet bunny dealio that was covered in cobwebs and looking entirely neglected and abandoned. This psychotic bunny puppet thing was floating in the air and, naturally, was coming towards me. There was this empty feeling in my heart and I suddenly felt cold... sort of like the feeling described in Harry Potter anytime the dementors join the picture. I was really downright scared but I realized that it was a dream... a nightmare more like it and I knew how it was going to end. I had the great idea to speed the process up and ran up to the demented bunny and gave it a hug, expecting the dream to be over immediately. This didn't happen though, and I was stuck in this perpetual hug of pure emptiness feeling.

So, yeah. Those are three of my dreams that I happen to remember quite clearly an I find interesting enough to share. So, Jae, Lindsay, any dreams you'd like to share? Dreams are interesting in my opinion, so if you two could elaborate on some notable ones, I'd appreciate it.

Okay, so A&Q time... You know, answer and question because that's how it works and... yeah.

Answering Lindsay's question, I would definitely be Hermes. When I was younger, I was obsessed with the idea of messengers and what's a better way to do it than with winged shoes. Plus the whole stealing the cow thing he pulled off the day after he was born (I'm pretty sure that was when, at least) getting him recognized and soon up to hte ranks was pretty neat.

My Q: What would you consider your one guilty pleasure?

'Kay, thanks for reading.

~Jovi

Porcelain and Glass is Not Pleasant...

I think it's time for us to get to know each other a little better. First order of business? 


I'm afraid of dolls.


No, you did not read that wrong. I'm not afraid of dogs, or dots, or doe. Dolls. Dolls.


Well, it's not exactly the doll that I'm afraid of. (Just like it's not the dark you're afraid of--it's what may be lurking in the shadows.) I'm afraid of the idea that they'll come alive and kill me. In my sleep. With their bare, evil, mocking porcelain hands. 


...maybe I read too much fiction.


I know it's an irrational fear. I'm pretty sure that my death certificate will never say "Death by Inanimate Object That Just Happened to Come Alive and Kill Her." (But you never know. They could be plotting to make it look like an accident.)


I'm pretty sure this fear came from my childhood (when does any phobia not?), when I read a book called Doll People. It's not a horror book, by any stretch of the word, so I don't know why it affected me the way that it did. But it's about dolls that come alive whenever humans aren't looking (and it's got a plot or whatever but who cares when there's the horror of dolls that are alive). And that just... unsettled me greatly. The idea that dolls--these inanimate objects, merely toys for my entertainment and things that I could control--could have lives of their own, running around and spying on me and I would never know it... well, it caused a great impact.


Am I still sounding sane to you?


Probably not. Just for the record, anyone who actually and truly knows me would never answer "yes" to that question.


But I digress.


Last night, my mother (who is aware of my fear and gets joy from it) thought it might be funny to mess with my head. We have lots of dolls, just laying around (much to my chagrin), and she propped one up in my bed. It was just--sitting there. Waiting for me. (Excuse me as I shudder.)


I was skipping--literally skipping--to my bedroom when I saw the porcelain mask of evil. I might've whimpered a bit. Or screamed. Whichever. Who's keeping track, anyway?


This is the second time it's happened. Needless to say, my mother is not getting a Mother's Day present this year. (Maybe some candles, though. Those seem like good, generic gifts. Plus, there's usually a sale at Wal-Mart.)


So. Yeah. Bottom line is: the quickest way to get a boot in your stomach is by handing me a doll. So, don't do it. Ever.


Oh, look! Question-answering time! 


If I ever saw a pig flying outside, Jae, the first thing I would do is stare uncomprehendingly at the soaring oinkers, thinking, but if pigs can fly, why can't I? And then I'd pout. Then, I would personally check myself into a mental hospital. Yup. 
I can honestly say I've never used the term "when pigs fly," so I'd have no promises to keep! I prefer things like "when balls don't roll" or "when dolls stop being scary as crap."


My question: If you had to choose to be one Greek god/goddess for your entire life--demigods like Heracles applicable, too--who would choose, and why?


P.S. No, I didn't spell "Heracles" wrong. "Hercules" is his Roman counterpart; "Heracles" is the Greek (and original) name. /trying to save myself from fact-spewing internet trolls/


So... yeah. This has been a post.

Why not live a little?

"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is a kingdom where nobody dies." ~Edna St. Vincent Millay
I'll have to say that will always be a personal favorite quote of mine. It's just too true.
Yes, I still watch Spongebob.
Yes, I still have my collection of monkeys from when I was little.
Yes, I kept one of my Carebears because it's a freaking awesome smelly one (tangerine or something).
Yes I try to live my life to the fullest. I have a loud laugh, a big smile. I joke around.
Yes, I will randomly start skipping in public.
Yes, I just ate a McDonald's kids' meal. And yes, I am keeping my purple monkey toy they put in it.
And yes, I am almost 14 years old.

No one likes a boring person, now do we? :)

I'm the kind of person who will be 90 years old. In a retirement home with my best friend, and we'll be coloring with crayons and bickering on whether Cheetos are considered "puffs" or "chips".

Well, sometimes the best way to learn to have fun is from children themselves.

Today at my morning church service, there were two kids getting baptized from the same family: a little baby girl and her older brother (who was probably 7 or 8). Well, as the pastor was going through all the stuff this older kid was getting restless. Suddenly you saw him in the back, all dressed up in his tux, dancing. Jumping up and down, jumping loudly down the stairs, and doing some pretty dang funky moves.
It was quite humorous.
He got the whole congregation laughing, minus a few who probably found it extremely disrespectful. Maybe it was a little, but hey he's a kid and it was pretty funny. I think he found it cool that he was on the tv (our church is large and we use a camera to project what's going on in the front on numerous projectors/tv's across the chapel) and started doing some more dances. One of them looked like an Irish jig, to me...
You could tell the person running the camera was kind of trying to crop him out and focus more on what's going on in the middle. But, he was still visible doing his thing in the back. Thudding around on the steps, making weird faces, and dancing.
Well, thankfully he was very polite when it got to the actual baptism. Both him and his baby sister were, as they got water poured over their heads and walked down the aisle with the pastor.
The point of this little story is that you need to have fun in life. Not necessarily the way this little kid did, because as an adult that's pretty disrespectful. As a kid, it's excusable. But find your own little ways to have fun!
"Never make the same mistake twice. Be creative, make a totally different one!"

Who cares if you get weird looks? People should love you for you. 

Hah, if you randomly heard parts of a conversation with my best friend (Joy/Jovi) you'd think we were crazy. And who's to say we aren't? Just not mental institute crazy...yet. :) I mean, my friend hopes she'll die at 97 (or 100 so she could have lived a century) choking on an ice cream cone. She's determined!

We also have fights about how we want ourselves to die first, so we don't have to go through the depressing funeral of seeing a best friend dead. I mean, come on. Funeral's suck enough as they are.

And yes, we spend our days off finger painting, playing Monkey Ball for the GameCube, and doing fan/supermodel poses or dramatic death scenes with the camera. My cousin (Lindsay) and I stayed up till 10 at night sending each other random videos of babies' farting or waffles singing. We webcam and talk to each other  in British accents and improvise characters who hate unicorns! And we sent each other pictures of us drawing mustaches on ourselves with our webcams. That's who we are, and we're dang proud!

So remember, sometimes the kids are the ones who can teach you things you have forgotten. I've held onto my childhood, I'm still young. I got a long ways ahead of me. And I will NOT let go of my childish ways...I'll just reserve them a bit as I grow older. Your life is short, HAVE FUN WITH IT! (Just don't be too stupid, lik the guy we witnesses almost get in a crash for driving purposely the wrong way down a one-way street--remember that your life is short enough as it is. You don't wanna end it for something stupid like that).

Even dogs do...my mom caught a relative's dog getting into the chocolates left in the car today. :D

Heck, I really hope they saved that tape from this morning. Because I'm sure that kid's gonna get a lot of crap from his family when he's older.

~Jae <3

P.S.-To answer Jovi's question about if an alien approached me, well what would the alien look like? If he was all green how aliens are supposed to look, talking in it's weird "Take me to your leader" voice with his antennas moving...I would probably think I've gone completely mad and run away screaming. (Much like the black man in this video. I'm not racist, it's called descriptive).Honestly, my mind would probably register it was someone pranking (pranking is so a word spellcheck!) me (And not a real alien...I hope) long after I had took off. I am very spazzy (spazzy is a word spellcheck. And spellcheck is a word too!). I jump if I see something moving out of the corner of my eye, think it's a bug. Most of the time it's a bead. Yeah, tell me about it.

You should watch this video too, which is aside the point of this blog but who cares? I'm a random person.

Or, if you have an hour to spare, and you're NOT spending it watching "A Very Potter Musical" on youtube (And yes, I still haven't watched it Jovi and Lindsay. I guess I spend my time doing other worthless things, and I haven't gotten around to it)--watch this one! And petition that Just for Laughs needs to come to America!

...Starting to see how I spend my Friday nights?

And for my question:

You've told numerous people you'd do something "when pigs fly" and you just saw two pigs fly over your garage. What would your thoughts be? Would your fake promises even cross you mind? All of the people in the world promising empty promises with the old "pigs fly" term? Have you even used this term, if so how many promises would you be doing? How many impossible?

(Answer these questions in comments too! And yeah mine's a bit off the wall...I like to call it "unique", "creative", "special", and "unique". Nothing wrong with mixing it up!

And I've added a task. WATCH CELEBRITY APPRENTICE TONIGHT AT 8. I don't care if you have to go to your Grandma's 90th birthday, just do it! (Which I happened to go to my great-grandma's 91st to night :P). On NBC (little jingle).

That is all. 

Being last is hard.

Okay, so. Hey. Considering that this is the third and last introduction-like post, I thought that I'd change things up just a bit. Okay? Good. To begin with, pretend that you are me.

/starting second person/

Your name is Joy, but you go by Jovi a good deal over the interwebz. Currently, you are sitting rather comfortably in a spinney chair (that you love dearly) consuming a dinner of popcorn and cream soda. Also, you're absolutely infuriated with practically every video editing software in existence, but you realize that that's aside the point so you won't bother ranting on that right now.

You love writing as can be assumed with all three posters of this blog; your own blog is here, by the way. You enjoy reading (you also entirely got that reference of Lindsay's up there and smiled rather maniacally upon reading it), music, and coloring with crayons. Obviously nothing was implied in the italicized words to anyone specifically, but along with that statement of nothing being implied, it so totally meant that something was, in fact, implied. Being a nerd is something that you happen to be and have learned to love being. You love the freedom of being able to obsess over any given thing at any given time without anyone thinking it out of the ordinary. Role-playing and making nerdy references are both daily habits of yours.

In the majority of public places, you can be found avoiding social interaction and speaking as little as possible. Due to this, you happen to be incredibly well acquainted with the place that you know as your mind, aka Hogwarts where you go on adventures with certain Doctors, cynics, archaeologists, and Lincoln-clad chaotic good figures from the 17th century. You enjoy it there a good amount.

You hope people will enjoy your posts along with Lindsay's and Jae's and continue to follow this blog, a project that you're rather excited about. You're thinking about how refreshing second person is to write in and you regret the fact that you'll be switching back over to first person in the next paragraph or so.

/end second person/

So you at least vaguely know me now? If not, you'll manage.

Now I'll answer Lindsay's question on if I could live in any time period, which would it be? Admittedly, I'm suckish at history and getting the years straight in general (I'm still quite convinced that it's still 2011)... I'll do my best though. The first thing that comes to mind is to be able to live in Medieval Europe, but then I remember about how poor sanitation was and how, you know, there wasn't any internet. So, thinking realistically, I have it narrowed to about two general time periods--during the space race or the 1980's. Space race is obvious because who wouldn't want to witness living history for something that was previously thought to be impossible. And as for the the 1980's... well, first to be able to witness in conscious thought the growth of the internet and secondly just because of all the neat music going around then. Yep.

Next question: What would you do if a lone alien approached you while you were alone, asking for your assistance in getting back to his home planet of Magrathea?

~Jovi

Introduction: Take Two

I guess this is the part where I introduce myself. 


I go by Lindsay. I am part two of this writing-crazed trio (and, arguably, the oddest).


I'm an introvert, a book-lover, a Scorpio, an aspiring writer, a grammar Nazi, a radio addict, a professional giggler, and I have an unruly fetish for pretzels.


That's the basis of me. I usually don't have a lot to say, and yet, at the same time, I have too much. I can talk about books and symbolism and plot points and dreams and goals for hours, but rope me into a conversation about 'the real world' and I'll have naught to say.


I basically live inside my own fantasy. Half the time, I'm living on autopilot because I'm too busy daydreaming to give an ounce of my attention to the harsh, disillusioned expectations of what we call society. But it's not like I'm missing anything, if my brief dips into it are any indication. 


I have opinions. Strong ones, and lots of them. Don't ever insult them unless you wish to be berated into a self-conscious stub. (Some people throw punches; some people claw faces; some people pull hair. I prefer to use the tried method of words to beat someone down. It works far better.) Seriously. 


That's about it, for now. I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other better through these little blog posts, so, if anyone is bothering to read them, stay tuned.


And, Jae, to answer your question: If a stranger came up to me and gave me food, my dependency to take said food would rely on two things: One, is this stranger, by any chance, an 8"6 ft giant with an unruly beard and a pink umbrella, come to give me a misshapen birthday cake? Because if so, then I will most definitely accept. (Anyone get the reference? Anyone? No? Okay.) And two: Where am I acquiring this food? Is it, by any chance, in a snowy wood, and is the person giving it to me a frosty queen? Is the food, perhaps, a plate of Turkish Delights? Because if so, then no. I would not. (Another reference! Anyone get it this time? No? Maybe I should just stop trying.)


So, continuing the game, here's my question: If you could live in any time period, what would it be and why?


(Not exactly creative, but it'll do.)


So, until next time.

Why, hello there!

I guess I'm the first one to get around to our introduction post. I feel special. :)
Well, just for starters this is a co-blog. Three good friends who all share a passion for writing have come together to start this--and they should be posting within this week. Or maybe even weekend.
First off, I'll be referred to as Jae on here.
So...introduction...get to know me...
I'm odd. I'll go right out and say that. My friends, my family and I are unique. In a good way of course. :)
I do theater, band, choir, etc. I'm the band geek/academic nerd at school who gets into math bees, honor bands, honors classes, tag classes...I'm proud to call myself a dork.
I'm starting 9th grade next year (High School D:/:D), currently in 8th. Actually, we're all basically the same age. Shut up, I'm the youngest by 4 months (still 13) but I'll be caught up in less then a month.
Hmm, what else...
I'm easily entertained.
Music and theater is a huge part of my life. I don't think I could live without music. (Listening to Pandora).
Family and true friends (I hate the fake) are a ginormous part of my family. Even more so then music. O-o
Also, writing. My dream job would be a writer, but who knows if that would happen? It'll be a side job. But I'll probalby try and get a few published. :)
As I've mentioned, I'm a big writer. Blogging (speaking of, follow my personal blog! Aqua Breeze).
I'm sorta obsessed with Facebook.
And hey, last November I attempted a little something called NaNoWriMo. And guess what? First time I did it! I didn't actually finish my novel (heh...I really should do that) but I got past 50k which was the goal. Boo-yah! :) My two friends on here also attempted, one did it....the other found she didn't quite have enough time. Schoolwork gets overwhelming, especially as we enter High School next year...yikes.
Speaking of...Script Frenzy's coming up in a few months (April)...
Gah, I can't think of much else.
So...I saw some blog do this once. I'll ask a question and whoever sees this first (of the two others blogging) and blogs first, answer this question and give one for the next person! (Either a challenge or question or something).

So my question is...
If some random stranger came up to you in the street, and gave you your favorite dessert and told you to have a great day, how would you react? Would you eat the dessert/food? What if it was packaged with a Walmart sticker?


Yeah that was a bit random, but we see those "If you got a million bucks..." "3 things on a stranded island..." too much, don'tcha thing?
Sorry if that offended anyone.

Yep.

I don't know what else to write...
Oh just a tidbit us three trio of bloggers are also writing a co story/novel. Yeah...our second chapters are due Monday.
CRAP. I need to do that.
And clean...
Heh.
I guess that thought wraps this up.
Follow please! :)
~Jae <3