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.)
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
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
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
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
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!"
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.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
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
/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.
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
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
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