I love these pictures. Therefore, even though I put them on Facebook and Miriam has probably already seen them, I will insist on posting them here as well as a fill/cop-out post. Yes, they are watermarked on the sides/tops/bottoms with my (pen)name, so don’t try stealing them. I will get mad and hunt you down.
I keep thinking I need to write, I need to post, I need to update… and yet nothing update-worthy ever happens.
But at least now I have something new to blog about. Greek life! Yay!! I joined a sorority! The girls are all amazingly fun and when they kidnapped me tonight for dinner and ice cream I spent the entire time in stitches. Some are a little more offbeat than the others, but they’re all wonderfully fun and I can’t wait to spend more time with them.
Also, I plan to get back to making some more movies, but I’ve kind of lost faith in youtube and the internet in general, because Youtube deleted one of my videos for copyright violation, and then I found another vid posted on some site with no reference back to my youtube at all. Someone stole my vid!! >:( Not happy Bob… not happy…
But yeah, life’s been busy and fun, and I’ll be writing more soon! TTFN!
I believe that I have deep personal problems, stemming primarily from being a judgmental ass.
I saw a girl today, wearing a black baby tee, acid-washed skinny jeans, a black and white mod daisy-patterned bag, and a navy and grey scarf. And the first thought that passed through my mind?
“Oh, honey, let’s try a little harder to be different, shall we?”
Personally, I am not a fashionista. I do not put a ton of effort into my clothes, except for church and special occasions. My favorite outfit includes either a hoodie, or that plaid vest that looks like I mugged a lumberjack. I don’t have much to contribute to the world of fashion, but for me it fits that age old description—I know it when I see it. I may have a different idea of what looks good than you do, or than the people writing those ragsheets in the supermarket, but if it flatters and coordinates, I’m all for it.
However, these cute little girls who think they are throwing off the shackles of fashion by deliberately designing outfits that burn the retinas of those who gaze upon them are not doing anyone a favor. Avant guard is best in small, incremental doses. Wear armwarmers with a rock band t-shirt, but keep the jeans normal. Wear acid wash jeans under the t-shirt, but leave out the scarf. If you pile punk on top of retro, on top of vintage, you just kill the whole vibe. And plus, you look like a train wreck.
I don’t presume to be an expert. I can’t claim to have perfected the techniques myself, nor to have even identified with a particular subgenre. I bounce around. Sometimes I just feel like wearing something that has a particular vibe, but most of the time I wear a t-shirt. Best to err on the side of caution.
Like I said. I’m no expert. But glaringly obvious effort to stand out usually accomplishes its goal, and then some. And rest assured, there will be further meditation on this subject. 
I am slightly insane. But I’m pretty sure that’s a prerequisite for what I just signed up for…
NaNoWriMo.
National Novel Writing Month, for those of you not in the know. And for those of you in the know, aka Miriam, I blame you for this. Now I am signed up to write a fifty thousand word novel by the end of November. This is the insanity that is NaNoWriMo.
I want to win very badly. And by winning, I mean complete my 50,000 word goal. But it’s pretty daunting. :\ I’m already anxious, and I need to sit down and select one of the thousand-and-one plots spinning around in my head, and then map it out so I don’t get lost and end up failing because of writer’s block.
But the impetus for this was that I keep designing characters in my head. I don’t know what it is– they just keep popping out of my head, and some of them even make the journey down my arm and onto a sheet of paper. Two of them– Tuck and Juliet– have fully colored portraits. So while I was still buzzed from the new-character high, I signed up for this monstrosity of a commitment. Bad life choice.
Oh well. C’est la vie. And my vie is craziness. Also, making Disney music videos is a crazy time-consumer.
I am so bad at remembering to write in this. I try to think of it as a diary, or a journal, but I always shy away from naming names, or delving into events that are much too personal. And that’s not what I would do if I were keeping a journal. I would probably bitch even more than I currently do, and I’d brag and I’d tell stories about the stupid things I do all day…
But I don’t do that. And 6 days out of seven I feel like I have nothing to tell. Days are comprised of classes, meals with friends, and homework (or avoiding homework). I will do my best to keep thinking of little things to share.
Last night I attended a concert by the River City Brass Band. It was amazing! THey were so good, and there was a xylophonist who just blew my mind with how well (and how fast!) he played that thing! Their songs were well chosen and upbeat, the complexity of the music was not lost on us, but they played it with ease and made it seem flawless. I was completely flabbergasted! And really glad I went– I wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been required for a class.
I fell in love with the pieces “American Civil War Fantasy” and …uh, something else I can’t remember, and I was absolutely ENTHRALLED when they played Hoedown (Rodeo) which no one knows by its name, but it’s in every single western-themed movie EVAR. It makes me squee.
During the concert I finished knitting my beret, which is huge-mongous and must wait until I have built up enough attitude to pull it off. It’s seriously bigger than my head… like I can pull it down to my neck. So, I’m really bad at reading patterns.
And things are looking up as far as that list of things to do that I posted WAY back in July-ish (see “EPIC FAIL. Part of a Balanced Breakfast”)
GOALS TO BE COMPLETED BEFORE AUGUST 23rd:
~ Lose 10 pounds.
~ Discover why the f*ck I’m so tired.
~ Find a way to remember to actually post on this damn thing.
I have lost about ten pounds, solved the tired problem for the most part (I still have a tendency to consider one am a suitable bedtime, even though I have an eight am class…) and I’m working toward remembering how to post on this. And I’m clearly not as grumpy as I was back then! YAY! I finished up chapter 11 of my story, and sent that to Miriam (thank you Mirie!) and I’m working on an outline of an original story that came back to haunt me, so the creative juices are flowing, and hopefully the homework will not be neglected in order to satisfy the writing drive. But if that happens, c’est la vie. I’ll either make money as an auhor someday, or as an accountant. We’ll see what happens.
I guess this is pretty much the whiniest post I’ve ever written, and I shouldn’t even post it here because Miriam will read it. And she’s a good student who does her work and has a social life and manages to balance everything. But I want to whine about failing at D, all of the above. So Miriam you can skip this one, and just critique the video at the bottom. 
For the last couple of days I’ve been kind of cut off from the world. Not that I’ve been stuck in a dead zone with no phone, internet, or television, just that my brain has been cutting off communication. I look around me and I don’t understand people. I usually have no problems with this– I may not always get it right when I put it into words, but getting a feel for a person’s thoughts is usually easy for. But for the last few days everything feels tense, stressed, and ready to bomb out. I don’t know what it is– I don’t know if it’s me getting ready to pick fights with everyone, or everyone getting ready to pick fights with me. I feel like everytime I turn around I disappoint or annoy someone. But then I cut off, and I don’t talk and I hope it goes away, but they accuse me of being antisocial. So I can’t win and I don’t want to, so I’m just going to try to go with the flow and let things roll.
In the meantime, I’ve been messing some more in WMM, and have a total of three vids to my name. I’m trying to get better at what Miriam suggested, but I don’t think I have the patience. Cutting each clip down by .001 of a second at a time is too hair-splitting for me. So I make it as close as I can, and when I hit that point where I like it but just before I tear my hair out and delete it. Picking the music has been the hardest for me- when I pick a song I think will be fitting for the movie, it turns out to be absurdly fast, or the beat of the music differs from the lyrics, and I have to pick one to time it with, or I can’t get the damn song to convert from iTunes to WMM. And on the YouTube note, I need to find more movies. I got Treasure Planet by (happy) accident, but I don’t have any others and I think I need to branch out. I’m starting to feel like all my videos look the same. 
And the she-said-he-said is the stupid part of me that insists on writing this damn fanfiction, even though it makes me crazy, the characters are difficult, and the storyline is irregularly paced and I feel like I’m failing at doing the story justice. I know where I’m headed (I have the climax and aftermath basically plotted out) but I can’t find the inspiration for the small action that helps build to that. I need to intersperse the rising action with short plateaus, otherwise it will feel rushed and it will confuse people. But I can’t do that, and I don’t know how to express the changes in my characters and I basically feel like I’ve written myself into a corner with a tiny window above me, but I can’t reach it, or I can’t fit through it, or it’s locked. There’s an escape, but I can’t use it. I’m trying to work backwards, from knowing how it will end and trying to work down from there, but I’m distracted with guilt about not doing as much studying as I should, or skipping out on dinner to finish a thought process. But while I wait and try to wriggle through that hole, it’s going to continue to bother me. So I’ll continue to distract myself with videos…
But here’s the latest endeavour:
She said to make another one! And honestly, does it really matter that she said so while I was in the middle of it?
I think not.
Well I’ve finally accomplished something that I never thought I would get around to! I managed to finish a music video! I always love spending hours on YouTube, and watching all those Disney movie music videos, mostly because I love seeing the clips they choose and the music they put it too. And how well everything it synched! The whole gambit just makes me happy! (Sorry if this whole post is really, really ridiculous. It’s way past my bedtime. ) But now I can cross this off my Things To Do Before I Die list, because I made one myself!
Enjoy, and let me know what you think!
Despite being one myself, teenage girls continue to utterly baffle me. My one friend is quite clearly PMS– she’s vomiting, cramping, and grouchy as all get out. She knows this, and will acknowledge it. But she continues to snap at me despite knowing that she is doing it, and despite knowing that she’s being irrational. HELLO, UM WHYY?!?!
I honestly believe I understand guys better than I do girls. It may be untrue, but at least I can guess with a guy, based on body language and conversational clues. With a girl, there is no correlation between the mind and the rest of the body. Or even the mind and the rest of the mind. That multi-tasking we do so well? Yeah, we do it too well.
I suppose I do it too, but I just don’t see where being hormonal has to replace being reasonable. If you’re pregnant, that’s cool, I get it, the baby’s essentially consuming your brain cells as nourishment. Whatevs. But when you don’t even have an excuse like that, then I see no reason to not take a Mido and try to restrain the irrationality. It falls along the lines of ’siddown, shaddup, and hold on.’ At least, that’s what I try to do when someone points out to me that I’m being ridiculous.
And if you never hear from me again, you’ll know she found this post.
In a world where movie trailers are more often than not better than the movies, the epic voice of the movies has passed away. You all know him, even if you don’t know that you know him. He was Don LaFontaine, and he was the deep-voiced narrator for over 5,000 movie trailers. Believe it or not, I actually knew of him before he was dead, and before he did those Geico commercials. He was amazing, and his voice used to send chills through me when I was little and watching tv too late at night…
In case you have lived in ignorance of his work, consider the trailer for The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which defines a trailer by saying the narrator “will normally employ a deep voice that sounds like a seven-foot-tall man who has been smoking cigarettes since childhood”. I’m pretty sure at this point you know the man I speak of.
Rest in peace, Don. You will be sorely missed.
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