Bubble Dragons

No dragon wants to be a bubble dragon. In fact, any dragon, no matter how evil or merciless, will go far out of their way to express just how glad they are not to be a bubble dragon. It's not like being a miffic, as they prefer to be called, is all that bad. They have plenty of food, and there's plenty of places for them to nest, and more than enough entertainment, as they are very small (for dragons) and enjoy messing with humans. And no creature wouldn't envy their irridescent blue scales and transparent, gauze-like wings that seem more than a cape than anything, and their brilliant green eyes can often be seen peering out from treasure chests or vaults of gold pieces. They can even teleport. But the thing that makes dragons want desperately not to be a miffic is not the size, not the comparative weakness or even the inability to devour humans whole. It's the fact that instead of breathing fire, bubble dragons breath bubbles, and no self respecting dragon would ever be happy with that.

Hyphens

So today I was thinking about posting on my blog. Ok, so I wasn't really thinking about posting, I was more thinking about seeing if I have any new comments. Same difference. Anyway, I was trying (in vain) to find semi-convenient link to it, and it occured to me: "Hey, it's a website! I can just type in the URL!"

Of course, fate spotted me doing this and said: "Oh, you think it's gonna be easy or something? Well, I've got one little word for you: PWN'D!" And then it proceeded to frustrate me to the point where I felt like chucking my keyboard through my monitor. I could not type the web adress right! It was like "theartofobervation" or "thartorvation" and even when I finally got "theartofobservation" it STILL wasn't right!

And then I remembered those little henchmen of fate. That's right, Hyphens. I know I was the one that put them in that web adress in the first place, but I obviously wasn't thinking straight at the time. I was probably thinking "Hmm, how can I frustrate myself and others in the future? Let's put hyphens in the... Ooh, tv."

But I now propose that all websites that allow hyphens in the name put a warning label next to the "What do you want the web adress to be" box. It would go a little something like
"Hey you! Yeah, you! You with the bright ideas about putting hyphens in the name to make sure everyone understands the spacing of the words! Guess what? You don't need them! In fact, you negatively need them, in that they'll spend the rest of their days taunting you with their hard-to-type-correctly little lineness! And yes, that is a word! It's a word because I said so! So don't put hypens in your URL!"

This kind of warning could drastically decrease the rate of hyphen-induced keyboard/monitor double murders, which plauge my brain today. Also, it could make me feel dumber than I already do for putting those stupid hyphens in the name. Oh well.

I didn't have any new comments anyway...

My brain is weird

Has this ever happened to you? You're just sitting there, doing something completely unrelated, when your brain comes up with an absolutely random quote. And of course, it makes you say/type it, and then people are all "What?" and you have to explain. But you can't explain, because you can't remember for the life of you what you were thinking about when your brain said that, so you're stuck with this entirely random line, or even a short piece of dialouge, and you can't forget it.
That happens to me all the time. So now I've decided to post a couple of my favorites, and if any more come up that I happen to really like, I'll post those too.

“What are you doing?”
“Science.”
“You're hiding behind a bush with a garden hose because of science?”
“Yes. Now go away before you blow my cover.”

“Conclusion: Water does not actually melt witches. Wizard of Oz was wrong. Next experiment: falling houses.”

“I can tell you've never been slapped upside the head with a 400 page coloring book.”

“If box growls, DO NOT OPEN.”

Aaand that's it for now! Tune in next time for me ranting about something else, and maybe more quotes!

Very Suspicious Hats

I really need to start remembering to post before eleven at night. This whole "Oh, look, it's almost tomorrow" system isn't working out so well.

Anyhoo, I was thinking about suspiciousness. Like, what makes someone seem suspicious? Squinty eyes? Furtive movements? Ketchup-and-cheese sandwiches? Well, I was thinking about it, and thanks to a story that I'm pretty sure I can't post until it's been judged, I've decided that hats are a deciding factor in suspiciousness. Yes, I'm serious.

Let me prove it to you. Think of a generic suspicious person. Now think of what that generic suspicious person is wearing. There's a hat in there, right? Now think of your suspect without the hat. Unless they have very suspicious hair, of which I cannot think of an example, a good bit of the suspiciousness is lost.

So, now that we've established that hats can enhance suspiciousness considerably, are there any hats that are more suspicious than others? Like, a wide brimmed hat, other than something along the lines of a pink sombrero, will be very suspicious because it hides most of the suspects face. A mickey mouse hat? Not so much. In fact, that kinda detracts from the suspiciousness. Would you arrest someone in a mickey mouse hat? No. You'd stare at them, and maybe snicker, but you wouldn't arrest them, unless you're a member of the fashon police.

Given that I've spent several hours watching crime shows over the past few weeks, I'd call this topic researched, in a very loose sense of the word. And my quote-on-quote research proves my point. About seventy-five percent of the suspects eventually arrested were wearing a hat (and generally sunglasses) at some point during the show, and maybe half of those at the time of their arrest. I do know that crime shows don't show actual statistics, but they do show people's perspective of what makes people suspicious. And from what I see, hats are a big part of it.

Anyone else got an opinion on this?

I hate colds.

As you may have inferred from the title, I have a cold. As you also may have inferred from the title, I'm not exactly enjoying it. What with the inability to breath, and the no sense of balance, and the coughing, I'm kinda miserable. And now I can't take art class. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to do it next year.

The Daily Post Challange!

Ok, so I've entered this thing called the "daily post challange." If I win, I get twenty five bucks, but I need things to post about. So, feel free to ask random questions and I will answer them in the most truthful/random way I can.

Random Sonnet!

I wrote a random sonnet! For a poetry contest! Hurrah! It doesn't have a title, though.

A name that to the world inspires fear
A name as grandiose as sky above
A name so soft to wipe away a tear
A name as coolly elegant as love
And once upon a time I had this name
That once upon a time was all I knew
But it was sold through magic's cruel game
And then my once upon a time was through
So now my fate's decreed, this wandering
From world to world and town to town I go
And while I travel I've been pondering
How do I find this name I used to know?
And only this name ever will suit me
And when I have my name I will be free.

Happy New Year!

Happy 2007, everybody!

2007 is definitely a good name for a year. It just is.

The River and the Tree

Once upon a long ago

A tree did stem the rivers flow

“Hey,” said river, deep and wide

“You there, the tree, have you no pride?

Why must you fall between my banks?

Why not get chopped up into planks?

At least then you would help someone.”

“But sir,” said tree, “That'd be no fun!

To be chopped up and torn apart?

To feel the axe-blade pierce my heart?

I'd rather stay and chat with you,

Twixt earth of brown and sky of blue.”

“Well, that's all well and good, I see,

But kindly spare a thought for me.

I'd like to move on down and flow

through countryside to ocean low.

And you, you're in my way, you see.

So kindly move, you stubborn tree!”

“Stubborn? Me? Never, my friend!

But I am one who can depend

upon myself to save my life

through burning fire and bitter strife.

I have grown strong through years, you see.

So you won't move this grand old tree.”

“Well then,” said river, patiently,

“If I can't move some ancient tree,

We'll see who's wrong. We'll see, we'll see.”

Three days went by, morning and night

River and tree kept up their fight

But soon a woodsman came along

and said “Why look, a tree so strong

would build a mighty house for me.”

“You see?” said tree, “Now do you see?

I'm strong, I'm strong, that's what he said.”

“That brings you joy? You'll soon be dead!”

“I'll what?” said tree in great surprise.

“Quit your stories, quit your lies!

A woodsman so sure and wise as he

would never think to kill this tree.”

The tree was wrong, the river right,

And that was the end of their three-day fight.

The river flowed unto the sea,

The woodsman lived quite happily,

and we won't mention what happened to the tree.

Hey! I wrote a random poem and decided to post it. I don't know if there's a moral or anything, but hey. It's got rivers, woodsmen, and trees. There's gotta be a moral in there somewhere.

C'est Fini!

Hah! I've finally finished my contest story! And see, what did I tell you? It's not Christmas yet! Yay! I would post it, but I don't know whether I'm allowed to until the results are in. And I completely killed the page limit... Ah well. I'll post it later. I might have to post it in chunks, though.
The thing is, I don't want it to be done. There's a lot I still want to add, like more dialouge with different characters and other stuff. Plus, there's some absolutely random things I just want to write, but can't because they make no sense to anyone who hasn't read the story. Oh well. The giant talking fish and the grim reaper guy probably wouldn't get along that well anyway.

Tech support

Ok, so the tech support people really do live in India. The one that I talked to was named Mohammed. I don't think he'd ever heard of "A cd broke into hundreds of tiny pieces inside my disk drive and I can't get all the little shards out" before. He's sending me a new disk drive.
Also, Dell has really annoying hold music. It changes about every twenty seconds, and is occasionally interupted by a pleasant voice talking about what your problem might be if you've forgotten to plug in your monitor or something. I felt rather like blowing up the phone after a while. I don't have superpowers, though, so I couldn't without risking my call actually getting through while I was trying to find the explosives. Ah well.

More Supervillian list!

It's 51-100! Yay!

1. If I ever conquered a country or anything, I would not put my picture all over. That's just like saying to the hero, "Hey! I'm an evil dictator! Come and connect your fist with my face!"
2. I would not attempt to drop large heavy objects from a plane onto small children. After saving the kids, the hero would come and knock my plane out of the sky into the Atlantic ocean. Not the Pacific, the atlantic. The hero always knocks the plane into the Atlantic. I wonder why.
3. I would never attempt to destroy the earths ecosystem by melting the north pole. If the earth goes, so do I.
4. I would install land mines around my base, then leave a map at the scene of the crime telling the hero how to avoid them, but really directing them onto every single one.
5. I would not be motivated by revenge on the hero for doing something like "You were rude to my grandmother when you were in the boy scouts selling popcorn and you forgot to say thank you when she ordered 20 of the carmel popcorn tins!"
6. If I managed to knock my foe unconcious but for some reason I couldn't get them to my secret base for torture, I would tape as many large objects to them as I could before they woke up or their friends arrived.
7. I would always make fun of their name. I would buy a rhyming dictionary and instead of their name, an example is "Ultra cool dude", I would call him "Sticky drool dude."
8. At some point in time, even if I knew they would escape, I would create a really big superhero trap entirely out of cardboard, Duct tape, and melted butter. You can use your imagination on this, as what I'm thinking of would be a little too complicated to draw.
9. I would hack the computer in their secret base, and force them to listen to tapes of someone practicing the violin all the time.
10. I would change all their files to read "heros are stupid" in at least 60 different languages.
11. I would make their security system play pranks on them.
12. I would rename any files that I did not change so they were all titled "Evil Computer Virus."
13. I would hire a team of assasins to kill some important government official, then I would tip off the hero. I would then videotape the result and send it in to "Americas Funniest Home Videos."
14. I would never tell anyone who could possibly get captured my real name.
15. In fact, i would never tell ANYONE my real name. it's just a bad idea!
16. I would never say in a ransom note "Leave the money behind the rock, and I'll leave the kid behind the rock." I would still tell them to leave the money behind the rock, but I would leave the kid in a daycare center somewhere, due to the fact that kids don't like staying behind rocks.
17. Whenever I was around the hero or any law enforcement officals, I would talk in pig latin or japanese just to see them become confused.
18. I would never attempt to kidnap royalty. They usually have enough bodygaurds to populate Canada.
19. I would not attempt to genetically engeneer dinosaurs from fossils. Heros would just do something like capture them for scientific research.
20. I would learn as many martial arts as possible.
21. I would have my gaurds on regular shifts so they would not fall asleep just as the hero shows up, and they would have free coffee in the security camera room.
22. There would also be more than two of these guards on duty at any given time so the security room is never empty while they go to the bathroom or something like that.
23. I would not give keys to the secret base to everyone who was working for me.
24. I would not test any dangerous chemical intended to give superpowers on myself.
25. I would make sure that no one who was vital to my plan smoked or was addicted to anything
26. No one would be told anything non-vital to their mission that could help the heros.
27. I would make sure that all prisoners were bound and gagged, and that they were not actually rich enough to offer the gaurds triple what I pay them.
28. I would make sure that I took all utility belts off of captured heros, since they sometimes hold skeleton keys.
29. I would never use chocolate to kill the heros. That would just be a waste of chocolate. (I actually saw a cartoon bad guy try this once.)
30. I would tap the hero's radio signals so I would know their plans for defeating me in advance.
31. After learning their plans, I would play loud obnoxious rock music over their radio frequency.
32. All my bank accounts would be under different assumed names.
33. If I was captured and they asked me to come along peacefully, I would never say, "Make me."
34. I would not taunt the heros while they were interrogating me.
35. If I was captured and they asked me my name, I would not give them my real name.
36. I would order my lawyers to sue the hero every time they beat me up. The jury might actually fall for it.
37. I would always carry a squirt gun filled with lemon juice. The heros never wear any eye protection.
38. My car would a minivan, and would not have a flashy paint job. The heros would never suspect that their enemy was in the blue minivan stuck in traffic.
39. I would put a stop light directly before the entrance to the secret base. The heros, being the law abiding dorks that they are, will stop and not invade my secret base.
40. I would not name my underground company after myself.
41. I would not paint my face white and become an evil mime.
42. I would launch a decoy of my spaceship and have it go down in flames, convincing the heros that I was dead.
43. I would not have huge boating partys and invite the heros to come unless they were the only guests and the boat was rigged to explode. I would still be carrying my jet pack, and would survive.
44. My secret base would not be in a dormant volcano that could go off at any time.
45. I would find out what the heros were weak to, then dump it on them in large amounts.
46. I would not bribe cops that were dumb enough to tell someone I had bribed them.
47. I would not carry out secret dealings in public places such as coffee shops, where the hero just might happen to overhear.
48. There would be no self destruct button in my secret base. It would be hidden in the glove box of my spaceship and would blow up the base by remote control.
49. I would memorize how to use the entire english dictionary, then call them a "Tatterdemalion" or something and watch them become extremly confused.
50. I would not attempt, no matter how much fun it would be, to hold someone up with a banana.

Oops, looks like the computer decided to number it 1-50. Well, it's not. Deal with it.

oh my gosh....

My computer just ate a cd. Like, literally ate the cd. Like, it's in hundreds of tiny pieces now. I've got pictures of it... Well, I guess that means no more Last Exile (which was on the cd) for a while.



Oh my gosh... I didn't even know this was possible. It just... ate it. How does that even work? And parts of my cd drive fell off too...
Wow. Not gonna put any cds in that thing after this.

(On a side note, Last Exile is awesome. Now it's just awesome in hundreds of tiny pieces.)

What I would do if I was a supervillian

I made this list a while back. I'm not entirely sure why, but it's fun. So, I'm posting one through fifty. They aren't in any specific order, so have fun.

What I would Do If I were a Supervillian

1. I would not carry kryptonite. No matter how fun it is to watch Superman shrivel up and die, it's not worth getting blood poisoning over.
2. I would wear a fire-proof suit.
3. I would always carry a jetpack.
4. I would carry several different weapons, and I would make sure that they were always in good condition
5. I would blow the heros base to smitherines before they beat me up multiple times.
6. I would never team up with other villans.
7. If I had to team up with other villans, I would not call the group "the councel of doom." I would call it "Supervillans non-anoymous," or something at least somewhat original like that.
8. I would not leave the hero to a firey doom chained to a rock falling into a pit of lava. I would stay to watch.
9. I would wear a mask, and I would not tell the hero my name.
10. I would not create free thinking robots that would be larger and more powerful than me.
11. If I had to create free thinking robots, I would make sure that I could blow them up in an emergency.
12. If the superhero had a cape, I would set it on fire as often as possible.
13. I would wear my underwear on the inside of my pants.
14. I would not dump toxic waste in the river. The mutant fish never eat the hero anyway.
15. The entrance to my control room would have metal detectors and a retinal scanner.
16. I would not leave a note announcing my crimes before they are commited.
17. I would plant as many bombs as possible on my enemys person.
18. If evil aliens were invading, I would not bother the hero until all the aliens were dead.
19. I would not test my evil inventions on animals.
20. I would not kidnap or kill anyone who was in any way related to the hero.
    
21. I would place a tracker on the hero until I knew who he was. Then I would find something to blackmail him with.
22. I would have a team of lawyers awaiting my command in case I ever got captured.
23. If I ever went to jail, I would not go insane and paste newspaper clippings of the hero's latest exploits all over the walls of my cell. I would use wallpaper.
24. I would not give myself an overdose on the telepathy machine.
25. Nothing important, such as "Big Huge Desintegrator Ray" would be labeled as such.
26. The switch for turning off my death ray or whatever I was using, would be located in an unlikely place, such as a blender or a moose head.
27. The switch that was labeled "on/off" for the death ray would actually drop a piano on the hero.
28. There would be an escape pod, but it would be labeled as a broom closet.
29. The escape pod would go through a tunnel to my other secret base, not up into space where I will undoubtably be captured or eaten by aliens.
30. The broom closet would be labeled as the escape pod.
31. There would be only one entrance to my secret base, and it would be gaurded and have all the super computerized security stuff I could find.
32. The computer that controled the door would not be connected to the internet, and would be hidden in a wall.
33. I would not use the abandoned warehouse to construct my big huge traps for the hero. I would create a diversion, then use the hero's base.
34. My spaceship would be much faster than the hero's.
35. I would have a cool nickname, not like "Ka-thackitator" or "Lobster Man."
36. The wire that disarmed the bomb would not be red, it would be blue.
37. The red wire in the bomb would trigger a bucket of acid falling on the hero.
38. If I broke out of prison, I wouldn't slug it out with the heros. I would hide until they left.
39. If I needed to torture the heros for any reason, I would use a maze, peanut butter, and a recording of "Its a small world after all."
40. My guards would be trained with bows and arrows. If necesary, they could paint themselves like savages and convince the heros that there was a time warp somewhere.
41. I would develop a mind control device as soon as possible.
42. I would never tell anyone where my secret base was. If I was interrogated, I would say that "I'll never give you the secret ingredient for my carmel apples!" I would continue saying this until they were convinced that they had the wrong person or I was insane.
43. I would never mess with any alien force that could eat me in three bites or less.
44. I would not actually seek out the hero and challenge him to a fight.
45. Unless there was no other option, my perfered method of operation would not be to sneak up behind the hero and whack him with a rock.
46. I would not geneticly engineer a mighty army of shark-eagles or whatever. A computer virus will create just as much chaos without the pet-food bills.
47. I would always make sure my guards were not heroes wearing disguises.
48. I would never trust anyone wearing black hornrim glasses with a huge nose and moustache.
49. I would never buy a secret weapon from someone who looked supiciously like one of the heros friends from work.
50. I would never testify against the hero in an intergalactic court. They would come and beat me up afterwards and ask me who I was working for.

There's over a hundred more. Maybe I'll post those later, but this is big enough for now.

dA acount

So, a while back I got an account on deviantArt, and I was gonna post about it then... but I forgot. So I'm posting about it now! Shadowsnow.deviantart.com is the name! Of course, everyone who reads my blog already knows this, but hey, it works.

On a side note, I'm almost finished with a story that I've been doing for a contest. Almost finished, in this instance, means probably before Christmas. Wheee!

Music Shuffley Quiz!

Ok, this time I seriously haven't posted in forever. What's it been, a couple months? In fact, I'm not even gonna try and make up excuses this time. I'll write about that stuff later maybe. But now, it's time for....

MUSIC SHUFFLE QUIZ!

Indeed, it's a shuffle quiz! Let us begin!

1) Why are you taking this quiz?
Song: Things like you
Artist: Sanctus Real
Comment: Apparently because I'm sick and tired of being wrapped up in the things of this world. Um... How is this supposed to help?

2) Where will you meet your future husband/wife?
Song: Dreaming on Distant Shores
Artist: Unknown
Comment: On a beach, very far away... Either that, or in a dream.

3) Where will you hug your future husband/wife for the first time?
Song: Piano Concerto in F Andente - Adagio
Artist: Gershwin
Comment: At a piano concert, apparently.

4)What is your secret dream?
Song: Places
Artist: Falling up
Comment: To constantly need someone. Actually, pretty cool.

5)What song will they be playing at the morgue when they perform your autopsy?
Song: Ambience
Artist: Falling up
Comment: ...Is there ANY good answer to this one?

6)Who will throw a party after you die?
Song: Innocence again
Artist: Switchfoot
Comment: Apparently everyone because I've been given grace and am in heaven, but they're all wondering about who they want to be now that I'm gone.

7) What song describes you when you are so drunk you can't speak? (I've never been drunk! Hurrah!)
Song: Outgunned
Artist: Dennis McCarthy (Star Trek Generations soundtrack)
Comment: Spaceships! Whee! I love spaceships... and phasers. Lots and lots of phasers.

8)What will actually kill you?
Song: Heaven came down
Artist: David Crowder Band
Comment: Heaven falling down, but I get saved! Sweet!

9)Who will be your slave?
Song: Spirit of Rhythm
Artist: Cast in Bronze
Comment: A bunch of drummers. Pretty good ones too.

10) What will you look like at the age of 80?
Song: Keep on Shinin'
Artist: Third Day
Comment: Apparently I'll be a light for God in the world. SWEET!

11)Where will you meet your arch-enemy in life?
Song: Homes of Hyrule: Movement 3 - Goron City
Artist: Kevin Stephens
Comment: Given my prior experiences with video games, that's a pretty good possiblity.

12)What will happen to you tonight after you go to bed?
Song: Goin Home
Artist: Unknown
Comment: Sweet techo music will play, but hopefully I'm already home.

13)What is the meaning of your life?
Song: Breaking time
Artist: Nihon Tek
Comment: To be broken? Hmm... that might be bad. Or good. Either way.

14)What will be the meaning of your death?
Song: Stationary Stationary
Artist: Amberlin
Comment: To get two old friends to start communicating again.

15)What do you hate the most?
Song: Rubarb Pie
Artist: Five Iron Frenzy
Comment: Never tried it, actually. Isn't it made out of a poisonous vegetable?

16)What do you love the best?
Song: All your base
Artist: unknown
Comment: Badly translated video games ROCK.

17)What makes you feel like jumping out the window?
Song: Prisoner Exchange
Artist: Dennis McCarthy (Star Trek Generations soundtrack)
Comment: Mysterious prisoner transactions that may actually be ambushes... or at least that's what it sounds like.

18) What do you think about bananas?
Song: Who Needs Air?
Artist: The Classic Crime
Comment: Bananas don't need air. They need to realize who they truly are.

19)Where would you like to be now?
Song: Fight of the Ages
Artist: Unknown
Comment: On a great battlefield, fighting for the side of good!

20)Who would you like to have a tea party with?
Song: Ancient Hero
Artist: Darkesword
Comment: Link! Duh! Very duh! I'll totally throw a tea party if Link will come!

21)How would you describe your childhood?
Song: To be Forgotten is Worse than Death
Artist: Sefiros
Comment: Well, it did feel like that sometimes...

22)If you could do anything you want, what would it be?
Song: Eagles
Artist: Third day
Comment: To soar on the wings of eagles and learn to fly? Pretty much.

23)Recent obsessions/problems?
Song: Rhapsody in Blue
Artist: Gershwin
Comment: Apparently I'm obsessed with jazz/classical songs with extremely complicated piano parts.

24)If they made a movie about you, what would be the title?
Song: Nintendo Forest Mix
Artist: Sound Junkie
Comment: I do spend a lot of time outdoors... not quite that much, though.

25)Where did the pigeons go?
Song: Combination Lock
Artist: Quinn Fox
Comment: They're hiding behind the locked door over there... How'd they get it open in the first place?

26)Are you a good stalker?
Song: Superpowers
Artist: Five Iron Frenzy
Comment: Apparently I have super stalking powers!

27)Who are you having for dinner tonight?
Song: Saturn
Artist: Skillet
Comment: Saturn? Wow, I'm gonna need a bigger table.

28)This Halloween, what will you dress up as?
Song: Masquerade
Artist: Andrew Lloyd Weber (Phantom of the Opera)
Comment: No idea, but it'll involve a mask. A cool mask.

29)Who is your fashon ideal?
Song: Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Artist: John Williams
Comment: A tomb robbing history professor? Well, it's better than some things.

30)What would you like to keep in your pockets all the time?
Song: Things Running From Me
Artist: Cast In Bronze
Comment: Yeah, I'd like to keep them in my pockets, if I could catch them! QUIT RUNNING ALREADY!

31)If you won the lottery, what would you buy first?
Song: Tunnel
Artist: Third Day
Comment: I'd buy something to give you hope when times are hard. Oh, and a tunnel too, just because that would be fun.

32)Are we there yet?
Song: The music of the night
Artist: Andrew Lloyd Weber
Comment: No, and we won't be until you surrender to the music. Surrender to the music! Do it now!

33)Any hard feelings about this quiz?
Song: Laugh inside Out
Artist: Reliant K
Comment: I don't think I've communicated very much. Apparently, that's a problem with most of reality.

34) What are your thoughts about the people that made this quiz?
Song: Things like you
Artist: Sanctus Real
Comment: I should leave you all behind and actually get a life. ...Wait, didn't I already use this song?

Summer reading is done!

It is now five twenty something in the morning, and I'm finally done with my summer reading. I would be a bit more excited about this, but excited is for people who aren't about to fall asleep on their keyboards. More importantly, though, I've just completed my first schoolwork all-nighter! I wanna make a badge that says I did it. I can't do it now, of course, because I have a killer headache from staring at the monitor, alternated with the book, all night.
Plus, I'm pretty sure i'm starting to hallucinate. There's what appears to be a orange rubber band ball in the corner of my vision, and it's been there for a while now. What really bothers me is that it's moving like it's alive. Maybe it's an alien, come to Earth to steal my essay. You can't have it, alien! Write your own! This one's MINE!

Yeah... I'm gonna go sleep now.

Lesson for the day

Lesson for the day: CD's don't taste like anything special, just plastic. Fairly clean plastic, but plastic none the less.
On a try this again scale of 1 to 5, where 1 is Ow that hurt and 5 is totally fun, I'd give cd tasting a three. It isn't unpleasant, but it's not anything super fun either. Plus, it might ruin the cd.

Story Sharing

I think I've noticed something about writing stories. It's happened to me before, and generally turns a healthy story (You can tell it's healthy because it's eating. It eats free time) into one of those word documents that I only look at when I'm thoroughly bored and wanting to hate myself for my previous lack of writing abilities. (The curse of the Jellybeans? What was I thinking?)
What happens is I start running out of ideas for the story, then I get stuck on ideas I already had, then I just lose the will to keep writing it. I might write another story based on the story, but that one generally dies faster than the first one did. But a while back, I figured out how to prevent this.
I have to let other people read my stories. Not just for constructive critisism, though that is appreciated, and not just for suggestions either. I have to let people read it for the sake of having them read it. If I just keep the story to myself, I'm the only one that knows about the characters, I'm the only one that cares about them. And that's not how stories are meant to be. Stories are meant to be shared, the whole point of writing is for someone to read it. So if I keep a story to myself, it dies without fail.
Recently, I've found some confirmation of this theory. I'm writing a story for a contest, you see, and all the people I generally let read my stories are either writing for the contest or judging. Either way, I can't let them read it. They read this blog too, so I can't put it here. Anyway, I've been doing pretty well so far. I'm on page twenty. (out of a twenty five limit. I'd better hurry up and finish.) However, it's been getting harder and harder to keep writing it. It's not that I don't know what I'm going to do, it's just that I can't work up the willpower to do it. I need someone reading it so I can write it. It's kinda annoying...
Anyway, I'd better get back to writing it. It's due tonight... I am SO dead.

Whitewater Rafting!

Note to self: Don't go whitewater rafting with unsecured glasses.
Another note to self: Forget first note, you lost them already.

I'd better explain that. See, I was whitewater rafting with my girl scout troop. Perfectly normal activity; we do it every year. However, this year the water was way higher than it usually is, so it was a bit more exciting. We had just passed one of the big rapids when we saw the boat my brother was in (he's not in my girl scout troop, by the way, but he was there) stuck on a really big rock.
My natural tendancy would be to avoid the rock, but apparently we had to rescue the other boat. And by rescue, I mean run into as fast as possible and hope not to get stuck ourselves.
Guess what?
It didn't work!
Our boat not only got stuck on the rock, it highsided (think wheelie, but sideways) so we all had to climb to the high side (name explained!) in hopes of the boat going back into the river and us not falling out. The boat didn't go back into the river, but instead filled with water and sank. I almost made it into the other boat (which was still stuck on the rock, and only got pushed further up by our rescue attempt) but failed miserably.
So I fell in the water, and my glasses got sucked off by the current while I was actually under our mostly-sunken boat. I noticed they were gone, but I couldn't look for them because of one very important reason: breathing. So I swam towards the light, also known as the surface. Then I sat in the water until I could swim ashore, and waited with my friend Sara (who also fell out of the boat) for the boat to come and get us. I still had my paddle, though. She didn't.
So our guide came in our now-unsunken boat, and we were the only ones not in the other boat
so I got to help paddle the thing until we could pull it ashore somewhere and everyone else could get back in.
I was pretty much blind for the rest of the trip though. I think I saw a unicorn, but no one else saw it, so I'm probably wrong.