That's probably because I don't have anything to say. Spent an inordinate amount of time on the interwebz. (On one of the computers at school, someone has changed the caption of the Internet Explorer icon to read "Interwebz." It made me laugh. I was tempted to change the Firefox caption to "Better Interwebz" but decided against it.)
Really. I did nothing today. Nothing to see here; move right along.
(Two Yanda entries in a row, geez.)
9.29.2007
9.28.2007
So I have pep band tonight and I won't feel like writing anything at eleven.
True fact. Facts, I suppose.
Econ was yawn-inducing, English was the Handmaid's Tale test--not too hard--and then free time, freep I'll talk about in a moment, and in band we didn't have to do anything for the first half, and then we played patriotic music. And then there was a Homecoming assembly and the band played, and the entire school fits on ONE site of the gymnasium, though only the band really had breathing room. HA! -pokes you menacingly with a flute-
During freep today, I wrote 1683 words. Yes. I did! They were all (okay... mostly) about Gateaux de Lacet, the first scene where Umeko is at her uncle's funeral.
It's for NaNoWriMo practice. As such, it has padding and nonsense included. You get to see it in its unedited form! Perhaps later I shall edit it.
~
Under a gray sky like wrinkled silk, a sea of black rested, quivering with tears. [NAME Inoue], quite possibly the second greatest Shakespearean actor Japan had ever known, had died last month in a tragic accident of falling scenery, and his friends, relatives, and admirers were here to mourn.
Well, mostly his relatives and admirers; for an actor, Inoue had been quite reclusive and unwilling to deal with strangers any more than necessary. He had few lasting relationships in the acting world (though his acquaintances in the drinking world were, by his own estimate, plentiful) and the only people he would readily speak to outside of work were his family. They sat in the front row of his funeral—his mother and father, both in funeral kimonos, provided such things exist, his stoic-faced father clutching his mother’s shoulders tightly as the woman held a handkerchief to her mouth and sobbed. No don’t stop keep writing His brother, [NAME2] Inoue, sat with his own wife and daughter. [NAME2] was dressed in a simple suite, I mean suit of course, and his wife in a plain black dress.
His daughter, Umeko Inoue, was another matter all together.
Umeko was into the Lolita street fashion—very into it. At the moment, she was clad in an Elegant Gothic Aristocrat dress, made of pure black whatever material Elegant Gothic Aristocrat outfits are made of. Silver grommets, laced with shiny black ribbon decorated the front for a corseted effect. Her collar rose around her neck with scalloped, ruffled edges. Similarly, the ends of her sleeves were ruffled, and where the sleeves joined the dress, they puffed neatly. Her skirt was long and black, and it reached her feet, almost but not quite concealing her elegant, patent leather platform boots, also black. She had done her hair in a bun with ringlets hanging in front of her ears, and clipped into her hair was a flower barrette with a lacy black veil half-obscuring her face. She wore lacy black gloves and clutched a petite handbag. Her face was solemn, as befitting Elegant Gothic Aristocrats.
Behind the family sat the admirers. He had quite a few, and the number who had managed to make it to the funeral was not small. He had been an exceptionally talented theatre actor; he was best known for his role of Hamlet, though in his lifetime (tragically ended as it was), he had performed all of Shakespeare’s best well-known male characters, and, in a few more traditional performances, several of his female characters as well. His range of emotional expression was incredible; in a single moment, he could change from lamentably lachrymose to exuberantly ecstatic, portraying both emotions and even the abrupt switch between them flawlessly and with breathtaking conviction.
He had, though, as stated, almost no friends.
The person he was closest to in life was, to many people’s surprise, Umeko. For several reasons, they had gotten along very well. Perhaps it was because neither of them was an exceedingly traditional Japanese person; in fact, both harbored intense love for England, especially some of its historic eras. Inoue, naturally, adored Renaissance and Tudor England, which fueled his love of Shakespeare. He despised modern adaptation, much preferring period costuming and set effects. (Ironic that a primitive set then killed him.) Umeko, on the other hand, had a deep fascination with Victorian England, especially the clothes. It is on Victorian dolls that Lolita styles are based, and in fact, Elegant Gothic Aristocrat is based on Victorian Funerary wear, so it made perfect sense for Umeko to wear Elegant Gothic Aristocrat to her uncle’s funeral.
There was another bond that they shared, and it laid in food. Inoue loved sweet baked goods like cakes, pastries, Danishes, brownies, and funnel cakes, but he was an absolutely abysmal cook. He could not bake a brownie to save his life and occasionally managed to even burn Rice Krispie treats, provided they have Rice Krispie treats in Japan. Umeko, on the other hand, adored baking. She had recently graduated from one of Japan’s most prestigious cooking academies with full honors, and the treats she baked were heavenly and delicious. She had won several cooking contests when she was younger, though more recently a young man named Naoki whatever had entered the cooking scene and was beating the pants off of even the most experienced bakers, often while singing a little nonsense song in English: “Milk in the batter, milk in the batter! We make cake, and nothing’s the matter!” So, whenever Inoue got a chance to take a break from his illustrious acting career and visit Umeko, she would make him a plate of delicious Snickerdoodle cookies or a whole strawberry cheesecake. This, too, brought them much closer together.
His favorite treat had always been double-layer strawberry and chocolate cheesecake, so for his funeral, Umeko had made one, pouring her heart and soul into it, as well as a few tears that had slipped in. She really had been very fond of her uncle.
As the funerary service finished, Umeko took a small embroidered handkerchief out of her petite clutch purse and wiped her eyes. Yikes um not focused. Then she and her parents stood and went to speak to some of the other guests. Her father slowly went to speak to his parents. Her mother graciously went to speak to some of the admirers, most of whom were bawling much harder than even poor Inoue’s mother. Umeko decided that she, too, had better do her part, and she wandered over to the refreshment table. There was her double-layer strawberry and chocolate cheesecake, just as her uncle would have loved. She sniffed, and then she was surprised to hear a cough from her left, roughly at the height of her elbow.
“Ms. Umeko Inoue, isn’t that right?” said an old man’s voice (speaking with such Japanese-old-manisms like “ja” and all that stuff the Kino characters use), and Umeko turned to look at the speaker. The old man was wringing his hands and looking up at her, because he was quite short, really only about as tall as to reach up to her elbow.
“Yes, I’m Umeko Inoue,” Umeko Inoue answered politely. “May I ask your name?”
“I am [NAME NAME], your uncle’s financial advisor.”
Umeko nodded understandingly. Her uncle had been as awful with finances as he had been with cooking. In fact, the man had had no practical skills whatsoever—but what an actor he had been!
“I’m deeply sorry for your loss,” the wizened financial advisor sympathized. “I like to think that perhaps your uncle considered me a friend as well, but the love he expressed for you was greater than any other he ever talked about.”
He squinted at her, and Umeko wasn’t sure whether this was because he was having trouble seeing, or because he was holding back tears, or because he was scrutinizing her. In any case, he nodded inexplicably, and continued, “Yes, your uncle was quite fond of you—I don’t mean that in a strange way, of course, but in the sweetest way possible. He loved you and he loved acting, and perhaps nothing else in the world, so all the love that he had was concentrated in those two things. He loved the cakes and cookies you’d make for him—he shared pieces of your cake with me sometimes, you know. It was delicious. Your love for him was like a tangible ingredient in it.”
Umeko bit her lip with the effort of holding back tears.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my dear Ms. Umeko,” the old financial advisor exclaimed, seeing her distress. “I realize that this must be so painful for you. It is never easy to lose a family member, or anyone who is precious to you, but to lose your uncle… Tragic, yes, how tragic… I just wanted to make sure you understood how deeply your uncle felt about you.” He gave a slow nod. “Of course, it will be clear soon. Very soon. You’ll see, when it is read…”
“When what is read, Mr. NAME?” Umeko questioned the old man.
“You’ll see,” the old man said again. “You’ll see. It is quite remarkable… incredible… completely unbelievable. I never would have believed it. Quite irregular, but he never was a regular man, was he?”
Umeko was flummoxed; she was bewildered. She had no idea what the old financial advisor could possibly be talking about. However, she knew that it is best to always be polite, so she simply answered the part of the old financial advisor’s statements that she had understood. “No, he wasn’t a regular man. He despised being normal, in fact, and he encouraged me to be as abnormal as possible. An unusual sentiment in a Japanese man, but actors are known for being strange. I suspect he was delighted when I adopted the Lolita style of dress.”
“Yes, yes,” the wizened Mr. NAME said again. “And by the way, you do look quite beautiful, Ms. Inoue. Old-fashioned and… kurashii, in a way. Classy. I like it.”
“Thank you,” Umeko said with a smile. Now she was back on solid ground; gracefully receiving compliments on her style of dress was something that she was quite used to doing. “It is from Moi Dix Mois. In fact, it’s one of Moi Dix Mois’s newest styles. When I heard about my poor uncle, I decided to buy it.”
The old man smiled and nodded, though Umeko doubted that he’d ever heard of the company Moi Dix Mois. But he, like she, and like any other Japanese person, was trained in the art of pleasing the other person.
“Well, I shall see you later, Ms. Umeko Inoue,” said Mr. [NAME]. “It was a pleasure to meet you at long last. Very interesting. I can see why your uncle loved you so much; you are rather similar to him. I’m beginning to understand why he did what he did.”
And without explaining what he meant by “why he did what he did,” the old financial advisor gave a little bow and walked away.
~
I made these comments to myself after finishing:
Interesting ideas that came out of it: Love concentrated in one or two things. Strange and a little romantic in a weird way.
Econ was yawn-inducing, English was the Handmaid's Tale test--not too hard--and then free time, freep I'll talk about in a moment, and in band we didn't have to do anything for the first half, and then we played patriotic music. And then there was a Homecoming assembly and the band played, and the entire school fits on ONE site of the gymnasium, though only the band really had breathing room. HA! -pokes you menacingly with a flute-
During freep today, I wrote 1683 words. Yes. I did! They were all (okay... mostly) about Gateaux de Lacet, the first scene where Umeko is at her uncle's funeral.
It's for NaNoWriMo practice. As such, it has padding and nonsense included. You get to see it in its unedited form! Perhaps later I shall edit it.
~
Under a gray sky like wrinkled silk, a sea of black rested, quivering with tears. [NAME Inoue], quite possibly the second greatest Shakespearean actor Japan had ever known, had died last month in a tragic accident of falling scenery, and his friends, relatives, and admirers were here to mourn.
Well, mostly his relatives and admirers; for an actor, Inoue had been quite reclusive and unwilling to deal with strangers any more than necessary. He had few lasting relationships in the acting world (though his acquaintances in the drinking world were, by his own estimate, plentiful) and the only people he would readily speak to outside of work were his family. They sat in the front row of his funeral—his mother and father, both in funeral kimonos, provided such things exist, his stoic-faced father clutching his mother’s shoulders tightly as the woman held a handkerchief to her mouth and sobbed. No don’t stop keep writing His brother, [NAME2] Inoue, sat with his own wife and daughter. [NAME2] was dressed in a simple suite, I mean suit of course, and his wife in a plain black dress.
His daughter, Umeko Inoue, was another matter all together.
Umeko was into the Lolita street fashion—very into it. At the moment, she was clad in an Elegant Gothic Aristocrat dress, made of pure black whatever material Elegant Gothic Aristocrat outfits are made of. Silver grommets, laced with shiny black ribbon decorated the front for a corseted effect. Her collar rose around her neck with scalloped, ruffled edges. Similarly, the ends of her sleeves were ruffled, and where the sleeves joined the dress, they puffed neatly. Her skirt was long and black, and it reached her feet, almost but not quite concealing her elegant, patent leather platform boots, also black. She had done her hair in a bun with ringlets hanging in front of her ears, and clipped into her hair was a flower barrette with a lacy black veil half-obscuring her face. She wore lacy black gloves and clutched a petite handbag. Her face was solemn, as befitting Elegant Gothic Aristocrats.
Behind the family sat the admirers. He had quite a few, and the number who had managed to make it to the funeral was not small. He had been an exceptionally talented theatre actor; he was best known for his role of Hamlet, though in his lifetime (tragically ended as it was), he had performed all of Shakespeare’s best well-known male characters, and, in a few more traditional performances, several of his female characters as well. His range of emotional expression was incredible; in a single moment, he could change from lamentably lachrymose to exuberantly ecstatic, portraying both emotions and even the abrupt switch between them flawlessly and with breathtaking conviction.
He had, though, as stated, almost no friends.
The person he was closest to in life was, to many people’s surprise, Umeko. For several reasons, they had gotten along very well. Perhaps it was because neither of them was an exceedingly traditional Japanese person; in fact, both harbored intense love for England, especially some of its historic eras. Inoue, naturally, adored Renaissance and Tudor England, which fueled his love of Shakespeare. He despised modern adaptation, much preferring period costuming and set effects. (Ironic that a primitive set then killed him.) Umeko, on the other hand, had a deep fascination with Victorian England, especially the clothes. It is on Victorian dolls that Lolita styles are based, and in fact, Elegant Gothic Aristocrat is based on Victorian Funerary wear, so it made perfect sense for Umeko to wear Elegant Gothic Aristocrat to her uncle’s funeral.
There was another bond that they shared, and it laid in food. Inoue loved sweet baked goods like cakes, pastries, Danishes, brownies, and funnel cakes, but he was an absolutely abysmal cook. He could not bake a brownie to save his life and occasionally managed to even burn Rice Krispie treats, provided they have Rice Krispie treats in Japan. Umeko, on the other hand, adored baking. She had recently graduated from one of Japan’s most prestigious cooking academies with full honors, and the treats she baked were heavenly and delicious. She had won several cooking contests when she was younger, though more recently a young man named Naoki whatever had entered the cooking scene and was beating the pants off of even the most experienced bakers, often while singing a little nonsense song in English: “Milk in the batter, milk in the batter! We make cake, and nothing’s the matter!” So, whenever Inoue got a chance to take a break from his illustrious acting career and visit Umeko, she would make him a plate of delicious Snickerdoodle cookies or a whole strawberry cheesecake. This, too, brought them much closer together.
His favorite treat had always been double-layer strawberry and chocolate cheesecake, so for his funeral, Umeko had made one, pouring her heart and soul into it, as well as a few tears that had slipped in. She really had been very fond of her uncle.
As the funerary service finished, Umeko took a small embroidered handkerchief out of her petite clutch purse and wiped her eyes. Yikes um not focused. Then she and her parents stood and went to speak to some of the other guests. Her father slowly went to speak to his parents. Her mother graciously went to speak to some of the admirers, most of whom were bawling much harder than even poor Inoue’s mother. Umeko decided that she, too, had better do her part, and she wandered over to the refreshment table. There was her double-layer strawberry and chocolate cheesecake, just as her uncle would have loved. She sniffed, and then she was surprised to hear a cough from her left, roughly at the height of her elbow.
“Ms. Umeko Inoue, isn’t that right?” said an old man’s voice (speaking with such Japanese-old-manisms like “ja” and all that stuff the Kino characters use), and Umeko turned to look at the speaker. The old man was wringing his hands and looking up at her, because he was quite short, really only about as tall as to reach up to her elbow.
“Yes, I’m Umeko Inoue,” Umeko Inoue answered politely. “May I ask your name?”
“I am [NAME NAME], your uncle’s financial advisor.”
Umeko nodded understandingly. Her uncle had been as awful with finances as he had been with cooking. In fact, the man had had no practical skills whatsoever—but what an actor he had been!
“I’m deeply sorry for your loss,” the wizened financial advisor sympathized. “I like to think that perhaps your uncle considered me a friend as well, but the love he expressed for you was greater than any other he ever talked about.”
He squinted at her, and Umeko wasn’t sure whether this was because he was having trouble seeing, or because he was holding back tears, or because he was scrutinizing her. In any case, he nodded inexplicably, and continued, “Yes, your uncle was quite fond of you—I don’t mean that in a strange way, of course, but in the sweetest way possible. He loved you and he loved acting, and perhaps nothing else in the world, so all the love that he had was concentrated in those two things. He loved the cakes and cookies you’d make for him—he shared pieces of your cake with me sometimes, you know. It was delicious. Your love for him was like a tangible ingredient in it.”
Umeko bit her lip with the effort of holding back tears.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my dear Ms. Umeko,” the old financial advisor exclaimed, seeing her distress. “I realize that this must be so painful for you. It is never easy to lose a family member, or anyone who is precious to you, but to lose your uncle… Tragic, yes, how tragic… I just wanted to make sure you understood how deeply your uncle felt about you.” He gave a slow nod. “Of course, it will be clear soon. Very soon. You’ll see, when it is read…”
“When what is read, Mr. NAME?” Umeko questioned the old man.
“You’ll see,” the old man said again. “You’ll see. It is quite remarkable… incredible… completely unbelievable. I never would have believed it. Quite irregular, but he never was a regular man, was he?”
Umeko was flummoxed; she was bewildered. She had no idea what the old financial advisor could possibly be talking about. However, she knew that it is best to always be polite, so she simply answered the part of the old financial advisor’s statements that she had understood. “No, he wasn’t a regular man. He despised being normal, in fact, and he encouraged me to be as abnormal as possible. An unusual sentiment in a Japanese man, but actors are known for being strange. I suspect he was delighted when I adopted the Lolita style of dress.”
“Yes, yes,” the wizened Mr. NAME said again. “And by the way, you do look quite beautiful, Ms. Inoue. Old-fashioned and… kurashii, in a way. Classy. I like it.”
“Thank you,” Umeko said with a smile. Now she was back on solid ground; gracefully receiving compliments on her style of dress was something that she was quite used to doing. “It is from Moi Dix Mois. In fact, it’s one of Moi Dix Mois’s newest styles. When I heard about my poor uncle, I decided to buy it.”
The old man smiled and nodded, though Umeko doubted that he’d ever heard of the company Moi Dix Mois. But he, like she, and like any other Japanese person, was trained in the art of pleasing the other person.
“Well, I shall see you later, Ms. Umeko Inoue,” said Mr. [NAME]. “It was a pleasure to meet you at long last. Very interesting. I can see why your uncle loved you so much; you are rather similar to him. I’m beginning to understand why he did what he did.”
And without explaining what he meant by “why he did what he did,” the old financial advisor gave a little bow and walked away.
~
I made these comments to myself after finishing:
9/28. First attempt. Count: 1683 words. Padding utilized: babbling when the next sentence wouldn’t come to mind. Some over-explanation. Character who repeats himself. Phrases like “provided that exists.” Quality of writing: inconsistent; poorer than normal. Time: efficient.
Interesting ideas that came out of it: Love concentrated in one or two things. Strange and a little romantic in a weird way.
9.27.2007
Novel (n): a short story with padding.
DANG.
I accidentally closed this tab and my entry disappeared.
I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year, yes I'm insane, hopefully I won't procrastinate.
Yesterday (and the day before? I forget) my sisters were on the computers and I didn't get a chance to write.
And I don't really feel like writing right now. Sorry.
EDIT: Riiiight, it saves drafts! Here.
Yes, that's right--I'm going to attempt NaNoWriMo this year.
Yes.
We'll see how that works. If I suddenly stop posting in November, you'll know what I'm doing.
If I suddenly start posting a lot more babbling, you'll know what I SHOULD be doing.
That was the most exciting thing that happened today. I spent an inordinate amount of time in the library which is cold.
OH. Right. I haven't made it on here the past two days because C&T have been on the computers.
Yesterday there was a carnival-type thing at school.
I accidentally closed this tab and my entry disappeared.
I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year, yes I'm insane, hopefully I won't procrastinate.
Yesterday (and the day before? I forget) my sisters were on the computers and I didn't get a chance to write.
And I don't really feel like writing right now. Sorry.
EDIT: Riiiight, it saves drafts! Here.
Yes, that's right--I'm going to attempt NaNoWriMo this year.
Yes.
We'll see how that works. If I suddenly stop posting in November, you'll know what I'm doing.
If I suddenly start posting a lot more babbling, you'll know what I SHOULD be doing.
That was the most exciting thing that happened today. I spent an inordinate amount of time in the library which is cold.
OH. Right. I haven't made it on here the past two days because C&T have been on the computers.
Yesterday there was a carnival-type thing at school.
9.25.2007
I want a kitty.
Today I was Luna Lovegood.
Homecoming is Saturday (er. The game is Friday, dance Saturday) so this is spirit week. Today was Harry Potter day. I stuck a stick behind my left ear (itchy!) and read a KERA upside-down all day. Besides making the Japanese harder to read, this brought my attention to some very cute socks that I hadn't really noticed before.
But yeah, I really want a kitty. Plz?
I've been drawing a picture of Jindal but you get no writing today. This is NOT for want of trying. I tried during freep but nothing came at all. So yeah.
Homecoming is Saturday (er. The game is Friday, dance Saturday) so this is spirit week. Today was Harry Potter day. I stuck a stick behind my left ear (itchy!) and read a KERA upside-down all day. Besides making the Japanese harder to read, this brought my attention to some very cute socks that I hadn't really noticed before.
But yeah, I really want a kitty. Plz?
I've been drawing a picture of Jindal but you get no writing today. This is NOT for want of trying. I tried during freep but nothing came at all. So yeah.
9.24.2007
Yesterday was family night, so.
Sorry about that. Yesterday we went to another church--not bad, very contemporary worship, but the pastor had mediocre public speaking skills--and I spent much of the afternoon fiddling with the keyboard. We have to play three songs for ItMC, you see, so I was playing "Theme from 'Baracolle.'" To my delight I found that this is that opera theme they play in Life is Beautiful. Sweet. Love that movie. I then went looking for some Zelda sheet music to see if I could find anything playable. Results were mixed. Nothing I could play. Oh, and I printed some for "Don't want you no More." That, ahaha, I won't be playing for at least a year. Ahahaha. Hahahaha. >:C
(Sorry. I just love that part where--first of all, you're finally off that horse, I swear I get worse at that part every time I do it--he's like laughing and then he's all notactuallyfunny.)
Today I discovered that someone called checkers has commented on my Attolia fanfiction. Had not noticed that. Checkers-san, if you're still around, I will certainly be lurking in that community and maybe even participate, if I can get up the courage. :) But I very much doubt that you're actually still here. XD; Ahem. Moving right along.
Econ was boring, English was all about Handmaid's Tale, freep involved writing the essay I would have written over the weekend if I hadn't left the instructions at school, band was normal. Overall school was lukewarm today. (Yes. Lukewarm.) After school I came home and did nothing, and then I went to Esther's Circle. We received a guide on how to pray. Which is good, because my prayer life is seriously inexistent.
Except...
It feels a teensy-tiny bit like a checklist. "Okay, I thought about that, next!" But without a guide I sorta just babble @ God, which is not exactly the point. At all. So please help me, God. (Feels a little fake to record it there; or maybe that's just me worrying. I can never tell.)
(Sorry. I just love that part where--first of all, you're finally off that horse, I swear I get worse at that part every time I do it--he's like laughing and then he's all notactuallyfunny.)
Today I discovered that someone called checkers has commented on my Attolia fanfiction. Had not noticed that. Checkers-san, if you're still around, I will certainly be lurking in that community and maybe even participate, if I can get up the courage. :) But I very much doubt that you're actually still here. XD; Ahem. Moving right along.
Econ was boring, English was all about Handmaid's Tale, freep involved writing the essay I would have written over the weekend if I hadn't left the instructions at school, band was normal. Overall school was lukewarm today. (Yes. Lukewarm.) After school I came home and did nothing, and then I went to Esther's Circle. We received a guide on how to pray. Which is good, because my prayer life is seriously inexistent.
Except...
It feels a teensy-tiny bit like a checklist. "Okay, I thought about that, next!" But without a guide I sorta just babble @ God, which is not exactly the point. At all. So please help me, God. (Feels a little fake to record it there; or maybe that's just me worrying. I can never tell.)
9.22.2007
Sorry about yesterday. I fell asleep early.
It was really weird. Uncomfortable, too, but I was very tired.
Also, my pajama shirt smells strange. And I feel light-headed.
Yesterday's most notable event was lunchtime. We discovered that the cheese served with pretzels in the a la carte line has the somewhat alarming ability to virutally glue the tray to the overturned plastic cup. I say those things in that order because it was quite possible to pick up the tray by pulling the cup upwards. And it was just a pitiful little plastic cup. It was rather sickening, in an unspeakably amusing sort of way.
As C&T were going into the lunchroom, I told them, "Don't eat the cheese that comes with the pretzels."
And then R.G. said, "Don't eat the cheese!"
So now they're wondering what on earth is up with the cheese, because I haven't told them this story yet.
Today we walked. Then I hung out on the internet for quite a while. On Gaia's F&S, and on dodostyle, and looking for long-sleeved shirts. I'm going to need them very soon. Then we went to the mall and I got Skulduggery Pleasant. Hurray! I'm about a fourth of the book away from the end now. And I was going to write something, but I'm still feeling dizzy and strange so I think I'll just go read. Good night.
Also, my pajama shirt smells strange. And I feel light-headed.
Yesterday's most notable event was lunchtime. We discovered that the cheese served with pretzels in the a la carte line has the somewhat alarming ability to virutally glue the tray to the overturned plastic cup. I say those things in that order because it was quite possible to pick up the tray by pulling the cup upwards. And it was just a pitiful little plastic cup. It was rather sickening, in an unspeakably amusing sort of way.
As C&T were going into the lunchroom, I told them, "Don't eat the cheese that comes with the pretzels."
And then R.G. said, "Don't eat the cheese!"
So now they're wondering what on earth is up with the cheese, because I haven't told them this story yet.
Today we walked. Then I hung out on the internet for quite a while. On Gaia's F&S, and on dodostyle, and looking for long-sleeved shirts. I'm going to need them very soon. Then we went to the mall and I got Skulduggery Pleasant. Hurray! I'm about a fourth of the book away from the end now. And I was going to write something, but I'm still feeling dizzy and strange so I think I'll just go read. Good night.
9.20.2007
Pep band...
Today was... odd.
Started with a walk which took longer than normal. At school, we took an Econ test. The Econ test was not really put together very well. There was a set of axes without anything graphed. 12 and 13 were the same question. Etc.
English... we watched a movie! The Island. It's creepy. OH. And really weird. Because there's this guy whose name is Merrick--SHUDDER--and these people live underground and one gets out and sees a motorcycle and he's like "I want one." And I'm like WHAT? >_______>
During freep I finished Handmaid's Tale and it rained. Holy crepe, did it rain. And hailed. And blew like no tomorrow. Power briefly went out during this period.
Band... we had a tornado watch! We all had to go to the nearest safe area! The nearest safe area was the band room! Only one of those sentences needs an exclamation point! So we hung out in there today and didn't really have music literacy. The power went out shortly again, and it was pitch-black. And then on the way home, there were entire trees that had blown over, uprooted! Holy crepe.
At home I worked on coloring the Attolia tektek for a while. And then we had pep band for volleyball. It was... enjoyable. This is probably partially because it was volleyball inside rather than football outside, but... it's like belonging again. Weird. Oh, and my good mood was probably initiated by the fact that I played L's theme beforehand.
Started with a walk which took longer than normal. At school, we took an Econ test. The Econ test was not really put together very well. There was a set of axes without anything graphed. 12 and 13 were the same question. Etc.
English... we watched a movie! The Island. It's creepy. OH. And really weird. Because there's this guy whose name is Merrick--SHUDDER--and these people live underground and one gets out and sees a motorcycle and he's like "I want one." And I'm like WHAT? >_______>
During freep I finished Handmaid's Tale and it rained. Holy crepe, did it rain. And hailed. And blew like no tomorrow. Power briefly went out during this period.
Band... we had a tornado watch! We all had to go to the nearest safe area! The nearest safe area was the band room! Only one of those sentences needs an exclamation point! So we hung out in there today and didn't really have music literacy. The power went out shortly again, and it was pitch-black. And then on the way home, there were entire trees that had blown over, uprooted! Holy crepe.
At home I worked on coloring the Attolia tektek for a while. And then we had pep band for volleyball. It was... enjoyable. This is probably partially because it was volleyball inside rather than football outside, but... it's like belonging again. Weird. Oh, and my good mood was probably initiated by the fact that I played L's theme beforehand.
9.19.2007
Note to self: Neopets and paint.NET don't mix well.
Today in Econ we did busywork and talked about God. (No joke. The talk about God wasn't part of the class, though. The boys who sit near me were arguing. One was an atheist. I was going to join in at one point, but the atheist wasn't listening to logic.) I missed most of Englisha and most of my freep, and all of lunch, because we went to pick up the proofs for my senior photos. I don't understand how I can look so happy while forcing a smile that large. XD; Not that I was unhappy, just... I hate smiling that widely. Then when I came back, I finished Maus (library only has the first one, unless the second is signed out) and started The Lovely Bones. And then I got... A FANFICTION IDEA! This is even more exciting because it is an incredibly elusive species of fanfiction--L FANFICTION! ~wiggledance~ We'll see how it works~
When I got home, I was supposed to have a guy come over for some Japanese conversation, but he had a test tonight and a test tomorrow night, so he couldn't come this week. So, instead, I detached the picture files from the email I sent myself and stuck them into a Facebook album. It's right here. I've been coloring the Attolia tektek in paint.NET. The Red UpsideDown Top is VILE to color.
When I got home, I was supposed to have a guy come over for some Japanese conversation, but he had a test tonight and a test tomorrow night, so he couldn't come this week. So, instead, I detached the picture files from the email I sent myself and stuck them into a Facebook album. It's right here. I've been coloring the Attolia tektek in paint.NET. The Red UpsideDown Top is VILE to color.
9.18.2007
Was supposed to have flute tutoring today...
...But I forgot my flute. Baaaaka.
Anyway today was long. Econ was boring. For homework we were assigned a mathematical impossibility. However, that made me convinced that you were supposed to solve it by cheating, so I did cheat. Also the number 58 was involved so that made me unhappy.
English was a long talk about the Odyssey. At one point my mind wandered over to Eddis (because the teacher mentioned Helen...) and Attolia. It didn't help that there was a place called Aetolia on the map. (Actually it was labeled Aetolians... But it wasn't islands or anything...)
Oh. And... you've gotta hear this.
My teacher said, "Homer was a blind rhapsode... rhapsodes were like the rappers of Homer's day. Homer would be chillin' with his homies..." I was just like, "headdesk. headdesk."
During freep I first scanned in a bunch of pictures using the school computer. Unfortunately I left the files at school... I'll bring them home tomorrow or maybe Thursday. Then I did the Econ mathematical impossibility and read Maus for the rest of the period.
Band was... unpleasant. And I'm too tired to talk about the rest of the day. I have a headache.
Anyway today was long. Econ was boring. For homework we were assigned a mathematical impossibility. However, that made me convinced that you were supposed to solve it by cheating, so I did cheat. Also the number 58 was involved so that made me unhappy.
English was a long talk about the Odyssey. At one point my mind wandered over to Eddis (because the teacher mentioned Helen...) and Attolia. It didn't help that there was a place called Aetolia on the map. (Actually it was labeled Aetolians... But it wasn't islands or anything...)
Oh. And... you've gotta hear this.
My teacher said, "Homer was a blind rhapsode... rhapsodes were like the rappers of Homer's day. Homer would be chillin' with his homies..." I was just like, "headdesk. headdesk."
During freep I first scanned in a bunch of pictures using the school computer. Unfortunately I left the files at school... I'll bring them home tomorrow or maybe Thursday. Then I did the Econ mathematical impossibility and read Maus for the rest of the period.
Band was... unpleasant. And I'm too tired to talk about the rest of the day. I have a headache.
9.17.2007
I now have Paint.net.
So far it's fun, I guess. I need to do a little testing with line art and stuff... If I can use it to color hand-drawn stuff, that'd be great. Actually that Show picture... considering that it was taken with a camera, and partially shaded already, and done in about five minutes... this could really work. That TP WIP... Just the line art... Maybe I'll play with that next. Oh. And it's weird. You can like... dump on... shading. That's weird. A very good kind of weird but definitely weird.
So today was Monday. Yep. Monday. That says most of it. Econ is mostly busywork, and the school's safety filter STINKS. It blocked a site we needed to use. Not to mention that it blocks Jim Breen's J-E-J dictionary. My favorite online dictionary, blocked! Never forgive it for that.
English--oh! We got our Sig-Event essays back. Out of sixty, I got... 58. *incredulous stare* On an essay about the novel! I swear, there's some sort of B-Guy Fawkes-L conspiracy out there, connecting L's death to B's... thing. In case there's anyone here reading who hasn't read the novel yet...
During freep I finished my Econ essay and then finished a book called 13 Little Blue Envelopes. It was wonderful for something that is blatantly chick lit. Seriously, it was quite good. I recommend it.
Band... Erm. I've got a lot of readjusting to do.
I missed the bus over to the middle school today so R.B. gave me a ride home. Getting from the band room back to my locker and then out the door is ridiculous... But I've made it before... Grrr.
Mom and Dad are home!
Way up there, that is art. No, I didn't write anything today. I'll work on that.
9.16.2007
I made a wallpaper! It's Hallo!
Sorry about not writing yesterday. I was going to, but my sisters were on and I had spent a LOT of time on the computer so I couldn't exactly demand access. XD; Anyway I spent much of yesterday looking for a new wallpaper and... Looking after Cody and deciding that I will be a misinformed time traveller for Halloween. Also ogling the new Donation Items.
Also the postman in TP calls me "Mr. WOI." I am not a Mr. :C Twas weird. XD
Today was much of the same.
Except, failing to find a wallpaper that satisfied me, I made one. It's that thing up there. (Pet peeve: Blogger ALWAYS adds the image at the top. Always. Rarely do I WANT the image to be located at the top. I find this annoying.)
Art: Vivid (Love that site <333)
Lyrics: The Hush Sound, "Don't Wake Me Up"
Blur & Canvas texture: Added with Microsoft Picture Editor
Yup. :) I'm happy with it. But my, my silver menu bar and that green start button...! They don't match! -fret fret- And I don't trust downloading things online... Unless... Nah, dA doesn't have anything decent. (Pity.)
9.13.2007
(>^_^)> <(^_^<) \(^_^)/
Kirby dance of joy!
Today during band that was not band because again, we didn't play anything, I was working on the dance scene picture AGAIN--all that I have left to draw is two hands, a hook, and a design for Gen's Mede style coat with long sleeves :o--and I was trying to design pretty for the queen's dress. And I knew it had to be red and that was about it. So I thought about how she's been described... dark hair tall woven gold and ruby headband matching earrings. Yeah that doesn't tell me a whole lot about the dress -fretfret-, but there was one dress that was described. The green one. I thought about that for a second. I thought, "She wouldn't wear that. He wouldn't like it."
AND THEN I WENT O________Ominekthx.
So I now have an Attolia fanfiction idea living in my head and probably going to be written tomorrow during my double freep. XP Nearly everyone will be gone tomorrow during English SO. Wheeee!
Yup. Nothing else in my day was that exciting. The end. (Really. Pretty much nothing happened. Oh, though I did finish The Looking Glass Wars by whoever wrote it. Borrowed it from R.G. It was quite good.)
Today during band that was not band because again, we didn't play anything, I was working on the dance scene picture AGAIN--all that I have left to draw is two hands, a hook, and a design for Gen's Mede style coat with long sleeves :o--and I was trying to design pretty for the queen's dress. And I knew it had to be red and that was about it. So I thought about how she's been described... dark hair tall woven gold and ruby headband matching earrings. Yeah that doesn't tell me a whole lot about the dress -fretfret-, but there was one dress that was described. The green one. I thought about that for a second. I thought, "She wouldn't wear that. He wouldn't like it."
AND THEN I WENT O________Ominekthx.
So I now have an Attolia fanfiction idea living in my head and probably going to be written tomorrow during my double freep. XP Nearly everyone will be gone tomorrow during English SO. Wheeee!
Yup. Nothing else in my day was that exciting. The end. (Really. Pretty much nothing happened. Oh, though I did finish The Looking Glass Wars by whoever wrote it. Borrowed it from R.G. It was quite good.)
9.12.2007
Today in band...
There was a fire drill and then we played absolutely nothing. Because of the playing tests. I sat outside the band room because drummers love to drum. Worked on that KoA dance scene I was talking about.
DANGIT, The Office is on again. Gyuurgh. Umm... Yeah. Today during freep (free period, get used to it) I had every intention of working on the essay due Friday in English but as I began my second sentence, a class came in and they get priority for the computers. So instead I finished up the Odyssey assignment for... Tuesday. XP Yeah, isn't THAT efficient. I hope to work on it tomorrow.
Yeah.
I'm gonna try to avoid blogging in this room in the future.
I need to think of a Halloween costume.
DANGIT, The Office is on again. Gyuurgh. Umm... Yeah. Today during freep (free period, get used to it) I had every intention of working on the essay due Friday in English but as I began my second sentence, a class came in and they get priority for the computers. So instead I finished up the Odyssey assignment for... Tuesday. XP Yeah, isn't THAT efficient. I hope to work on it tomorrow.
Yeah.
I'm gonna try to avoid blogging in this room in the future.
I need to think of a Halloween costume.
9.11.2007
Marglebop...
Didn't walk this morning because it was cold and I needed a shower and I was also a bit stressed over the whole PSEO deal. First class was today. Everything worked out, and it seems that it will be a very enjoyable class! The professor is very nice. He encourages us to listen to classical music so I am currently using FM 90.1 to block out The Office as best I can. It's not actually working, as evidenced by the fact that Andy just said "funny" so I tried to type "funny" rather than "working." Siigh.
I didn't really do anything creative today. Like... at all. I babbled about Jindal for a bit, but that's about it. I feel listless at the moment. I'd like to write something but I don't know what to write. Also I'm sleepy already. So good night.
I didn't really do anything creative today. Like... at all. I babbled about Jindal for a bit, but that's about it. I feel listless at the moment. I'd like to write something but I don't know what to write. Also I'm sleepy already. So good night.
9.10.2007
Today is Daddy's birthday!
I'm not sure how old he's turning. I lost track a few years ago, and to ask now right after T has asked, "You have a blog, R?" would probably not go over well.
This morning we walked. Econ was conducted mostly in the media center, north lab. The warm part. College English involved a quiz on Brave New World, an intro to a mini-research essay, and... yeah, mostly that. During 3rd, I read the assignment in BNW and then went to lunch. Lunch was pretty awesome today. It involved a discussion of Zant's sanity. Or lack thereof. All right, primarily his lack thereof. A discussion of Zant's sanity simply would not last very long. But it was fun, not only because of that, but because I got to inform R.G. what it's like to battle Zant, complete with sound effects and hand motions. That guy is so fun to imitate. Also crazy. Following lunch I studied kanji and, when I tired of that, wrote a prophecy for my [/Hyrule]. Oh! And I told R.G. about my plan to [/Hyrule] during lunch. She spazzed and wanted to know WHY?!. It's a natural reaction... Band... Well, I bet I'm last chair. I did all right with the pep band music though... that wasn't part of the test, though.
When I got home, I earned $10 by typing up the notes Dad's going to use in his lecture tomorrow! There were... subscripts and equations that weren't so fun to type, and lots of long words, but other than that it was fun. Well not fun, but decent. I've never really considered that before... I suppose I could do something like that for my day job...
Would you like to see the prophecy? It's a little... lame. Like really lame. XD And I don't feel like checking right now to make sure that Ganondorf was actually King of Thieves. I'm certain that he was a thief, but I'm not sure about his role in the tribe... Twinrova were his mothers... <--fully irrelevant information.
--
When Nayru withholds her blessing from the land,
The sun will shine red from the heavens and the air will be still.
The faithless will lift their voices in confusion and suffering,
But the will not cry out to the goddesses,
Who will turn their faces away.
Flames will devour the land,
And the king of thieves will rise once more
To bring darkness upon Hyrule.
Though the blessed heroes of old will rise against the king of thieves,
They will not cast him down,
And instead he will cast them down.
When the fires burn brightest,
Hyrule will be thrown into darkness,
And will be no more.
Handwritten below the prophecy:
Everything depends on the long-forgotten shadows.
--
Depressing, i'n it? Of course you already know what I mean by the shadows if you've been keeping up with me. Eee hee hee? I have that scene half-written so I think I'll think about that tonight.
This morning we walked. Econ was conducted mostly in the media center, north lab. The warm part. College English involved a quiz on Brave New World, an intro to a mini-research essay, and... yeah, mostly that. During 3rd, I read the assignment in BNW and then went to lunch. Lunch was pretty awesome today. It involved a discussion of Zant's sanity. Or lack thereof. All right, primarily his lack thereof. A discussion of Zant's sanity simply would not last very long. But it was fun, not only because of that, but because I got to inform R.G. what it's like to battle Zant, complete with sound effects and hand motions. That guy is so fun to imitate. Also crazy. Following lunch I studied kanji and, when I tired of that, wrote a prophecy for my [/Hyrule]. Oh! And I told R.G. about my plan to [/Hyrule] during lunch. She spazzed and wanted to know WHY?!. It's a natural reaction... Band... Well, I bet I'm last chair. I did all right with the pep band music though... that wasn't part of the test, though.
When I got home, I earned $10 by typing up the notes Dad's going to use in his lecture tomorrow! There were... subscripts and equations that weren't so fun to type, and lots of long words, but other than that it was fun. Well not fun, but decent. I've never really considered that before... I suppose I could do something like that for my day job...
Would you like to see the prophecy? It's a little... lame. Like really lame. XD And I don't feel like checking right now to make sure that Ganondorf was actually King of Thieves. I'm certain that he was a thief, but I'm not sure about his role in the tribe... Twinrova were his mothers... <--fully irrelevant information.
--
When Nayru withholds her blessing from the land,
The sun will shine red from the heavens and the air will be still.
The faithless will lift their voices in confusion and suffering,
But the will not cry out to the goddesses,
Who will turn their faces away.
Flames will devour the land,
And the king of thieves will rise once more
To bring darkness upon Hyrule.
Though the blessed heroes of old will rise against the king of thieves,
They will not cast him down,
And instead he will cast them down.
When the fires burn brightest,
Hyrule will be thrown into darkness,
And will be no more.
Handwritten below the prophecy:
Everything depends on the long-forgotten shadows.
--
Depressing, i'n it? Of course you already know what I mean by the shadows if you've been keeping up with me. Eee hee hee? I have that scene half-written so I think I'll think about that tonight.
9.09.2007
I... don't feel like going to sleep yet.
I have a playing test and an English quiz tomorrow but I don't feel like going to sleep yet. In fact I feel pretty... unhappy.
I don't know why. But I'm definitely unhappy. Not a defined unhappy-for-a-reason but definitely unhappy.
We're... different. And I guess it sort of pressures me.
So ridiculous. So ridiculous. Nothing to freak out about like this. Her way is even more... I don't know. My way is so timid, so inferiority-complex-like. But... is that why?
Meh.
Today ne.
Woke up, was cold all morning, went to a church called The Waters. It was all right--very long, but this was an introductory service... hmm... Came home and had grilled cheese. Good stuff. Following that we went to Grandma&Grandpa's house again. (It took me like five tries to find that ampersand in the dark. Geez.) I spent the way there re-reading scenes from King of Attolia (again?!) and plotting that dance scene picture I was talking about. Also shading Midna. Played cribbage there, and I was on the winning team once! In fact I... counted...? the winning points! I still say that game's more effort than it's worth though. XP On the way home I re-read some more, slept, and then realized that maybe the dancing picture wasn't as hopeless as I was thinking, so I continued it. I have rough outlines on scratchpaper and will continue it soon. Wish me luck!
Still don't feel like sleeping.
I might as well though. Good night.
I don't know why. But I'm definitely unhappy. Not a defined unhappy-for-a-reason but definitely unhappy.
We're... different. And I guess it sort of pressures me.
So ridiculous. So ridiculous. Nothing to freak out about like this. Her way is even more... I don't know. My way is so timid, so inferiority-complex-like. But... is that why?
Meh.
Today ne.
Woke up, was cold all morning, went to a church called The Waters. It was all right--very long, but this was an introductory service... hmm... Came home and had grilled cheese. Good stuff. Following that we went to Grandma&Grandpa's house again. (It took me like five tries to find that ampersand in the dark. Geez.) I spent the way there re-reading scenes from King of Attolia (again?!) and plotting that dance scene picture I was talking about. Also shading Midna. Played cribbage there, and I was on the winning team once! In fact I... counted...? the winning points! I still say that game's more effort than it's worth though. XP On the way home I re-read some more, slept, and then realized that maybe the dancing picture wasn't as hopeless as I was thinking, so I continued it. I have rough outlines on scratchpaper and will continue it soon. Wish me luck!
Still don't feel like sleeping.
I might as well though. Good night.
9.08.2007
Which contains much babbling about Attolia.
Today I finished re-reading Queen of Attolia. I still have no idea what kind of picture to draw for them. T_T Why do all of their best scenes occur when Gen is HURT? It's so annoying! I would fail miserably at drawing hurt people! Gah! *rantrantrave*
Umm... after that, I... What on earth did I do all morning? Oh, I watched some of Howl's Moving Castle. Only up to the green slime. Beyond that I have a hard time bearing it. It's just so... different from the book. Completely different. :X Also Miyazaki clearly despises war with all his heart. Oh well. At least it's pretty and Howl is still funny. (Though I wish I hadn't seen it in English first. I keep getting the English voices in my head, especially Calcifer's.) Gen reminds me of Howl sometimes. "My insides may become my outsides..." xD
In the afternoon I went to my sisters' soccer game. They won. It was cold. I started drawing a Lolita girl before the game and added to it during. Also I started shading that one picture of Midna... currently trying to figure out if her hair or her skin should get a darker tone. Will have to re-beat Ganondorf AGAIN to try to do the details on the crown... again... Then there was a potluck. Delicious. Then we came home; everyone but me watched The Office and I came on the internet. Sakeko and Snuffles were on! But then Snuffles disappeared without alerting me. XD Then later I ran off, ate popcorn, and watched a bit of Office until Michael got too painful (didn't take long!). Following that I went downstairs to start a new TP file. Again. Eheheh. I'm trying to do a "speed run." Either that or I'm trying to do a "three-heart challenge." Either that or I'm just trying to validate replaying it by calling it something special. Take your pick.
...I want to write something for them, or I want to draw something for them. The dancing scene... perhaps... mrrrrr. Marglebop. That's my new random noise.
Would you like me to teach you a game? It's called Bop-Bop-Biddily-Bop.
Everyone stands in a circle, but there's one person in the middle. That one person meanders about, and, at random, he/she goes up to someone and says "Bop-Bop-Biddily-Bop!" Before he/she finishes, the person he/she went up to has to say "Bop!" in return. If that person doesn't manage, that person is now in the middle and the first person is part of the circle.
Umm... after that, I... What on earth did I do all morning? Oh, I watched some of Howl's Moving Castle. Only up to the green slime. Beyond that I have a hard time bearing it. It's just so... different from the book. Completely different. :X Also Miyazaki clearly despises war with all his heart. Oh well. At least it's pretty and Howl is still funny. (Though I wish I hadn't seen it in English first. I keep getting the English voices in my head, especially Calcifer's.) Gen reminds me of Howl sometimes. "My insides may become my outsides..." xD
In the afternoon I went to my sisters' soccer game. They won. It was cold. I started drawing a Lolita girl before the game and added to it during. Also I started shading that one picture of Midna... currently trying to figure out if her hair or her skin should get a darker tone. Will have to re-beat Ganondorf AGAIN to try to do the details on the crown... again... Then there was a potluck. Delicious. Then we came home; everyone but me watched The Office and I came on the internet. Sakeko and Snuffles were on! But then Snuffles disappeared without alerting me. XD Then later I ran off, ate popcorn, and watched a bit of Office until Michael got too painful (didn't take long!). Following that I went downstairs to start a new TP file. Again. Eheheh. I'm trying to do a "speed run." Either that or I'm trying to do a "three-heart challenge." Either that or I'm just trying to validate replaying it by calling it something special. Take your pick.
...I want to write something for them, or I want to draw something for them. The dancing scene... perhaps... mrrrrr. Marglebop. That's my new random noise.
Would you like me to teach you a game? It's called Bop-Bop-Biddily-Bop.
Everyone stands in a circle, but there's one person in the middle. That one person meanders about, and, at random, he/she goes up to someone and says "Bop-Bop-Biddily-Bop!" Before he/she finishes, the person he/she went up to has to say "Bop!" in return. If that person doesn't manage, that person is now in the middle and the first person is part of the circle.
9.07.2007
The Weary
Iron Man is in my head. It's one of our pep band songs.
So today was decent... in econ, we started a stock-trading game; in English, we talked about the first few chapters of Brave New World and started a vocab pre-test. It was kinda fun. I'm starting to really like College English. During free period today I read Queen of Attolia. Hmmm... I wonder, have I mentioned that I love those books? Yes. I think I have. Multiple times. To the extent that it's annoying. xD Band was... the usual. Gonna totally fail the chair placement audition. Oh well. Maybe later I'll challenege, but maybe I'll be too lazy.
Ummm... I'm going to try this. It's for the [/Hyrule], but it'll be backstory, probably. I... I dunno. We'll see how this goes.
--
"What is it, elder sisters? You do not look well."
(They look smaller than he remembers, and less radiant. Now they pause before answering him, as if unwilling. Farore speaks.) "Hyrule is going to end soon."
(He swallows.) "End?"
(Mute, Nayru nods.)
"My people...?"
(Farore again.) "They are yet intricately tied to Hyrule. With its end they will fall, though that which you call the Twilight Realm will remain."
(Jindal stares in disbelief. The goddesses--surely they could do something--)
"There is nothing we could do." (Nayru has read his thoughts.) "We have lost much of our power; Hyrule has forgotten us. And even had we our true power, we could not stop this. All worlds end." (Her eyes are the saddest he has ever seen them.)
(Din has not yet spoken. The fire is gone from her eyes and her posture is hunched.)
"Is it Ganondorf?" (Jindal ventures softly.)
"Yes." (Din answers him after a moment, bitterness in her voice.) "Ganondorf blessed by Power will put an end to our world, and I can do nothing."
(Nayru takes her hand and Farore clasps her shoulder. Din sighs. Was it proper for Jindal to feel sorry for her, a being so much greater than himself?)
"There is yet hope," (Nayru comforts him.) "My Princess and Farore's Hero will survive Hyrule's fall. And your Princess will, also."
(Jindal does not voice his confusion, only tilts his head to the side.)
"Ganondorf will attempt to invade the Twilight--you must warn your Princess of that," (Farore instructs him.) "And if you warn her, the power of the Fused Shadows will awake in her, and she will be able to halt Ganondorf at the Mirror."
"And with the power of the Shadows, she will save Hyrule's Chosen Ones. And can you guess where she will take them?" (It takes effort for Jindal not to sigh in relief--flame dances back into Din's eyes as she asks the question, certain of her superiority.)
(And he has a guess, but--it would be impossible. Such a thing--but if it were to be true--his heart quickens.)
"Yes, Jindal," (Farore answers softly.) "The Fused Shadows will fulfill their intended purpose once more. She will take them to the Sacred Realm--with our blessing."
(Jindal shivers--and suddenly he finds himself in tears, bawling as he hadn't since the night he realized his parents were gone and his tribe in a strange land.)
"Why do you weep?" (Nayru.)
(He doesn't know why. Joy that one of his people should reach the Sacred Realm at last? Despair at how long it had taken? Relief at this sign of forgiveness for the sin that he had taken part of?)
"I weep with awe, elder sisters," (he says finally.) "You have known always?"
"Always," (Nayru answers tenderly.)
(For a while longer, he cries, his face in his hands, and finally he raises his head to look at the goddesses.) "I am weary," (he tells them.) "May I sleep again?"
(The goddesses look at him with sympathy.) "Soon," (Farore says.) "You must warn your Princess first. Then speak to your court, and those who wish to sleep again may come to us."
(When he returns, he is alone. He grimaces wryly and gestures at the empty space around him.) "It's cowardly of me, isn't it? To abandon my people? My court was always stronger than I."
(Nayru draws near and lays a hand on his brow.) "You have known more than they have," (she tells him,) "and to know is a heavy burden." There is nothing to be ashamed of; you have served your people well. Do you wish to sleep?"
"A question first." (He cannot stop himself from asking.) "Have I been a tool?"
(All three goddesses shake their heads.) "You have been a player," (Din answers him.) "A player in the game that we started and we have watched."
"All right,"(he whispers.) "All right. I can accept that." (He is ashamed still--but he is so tired. He is full, full to the brim, full with love for his people and with awe for the goddesses.) "Good night, elder sisters."
(Jindal closes his eyes, and the goddesses loose his soul from the sleepless immortality they had given him long ago.)
"Good night, little brother."
So today was decent... in econ, we started a stock-trading game; in English, we talked about the first few chapters of Brave New World and started a vocab pre-test. It was kinda fun. I'm starting to really like College English. During free period today I read Queen of Attolia. Hmmm... I wonder, have I mentioned that I love those books? Yes. I think I have. Multiple times. To the extent that it's annoying. xD Band was... the usual. Gonna totally fail the chair placement audition. Oh well. Maybe later I'll challenege, but maybe I'll be too lazy.
Ummm... I'm going to try this. It's for the [/Hyrule], but it'll be backstory, probably. I... I dunno. We'll see how this goes.
--
"What is it, elder sisters? You do not look well."
(They look smaller than he remembers, and less radiant. Now they pause before answering him, as if unwilling. Farore speaks.) "Hyrule is going to end soon."
(He swallows.) "End?"
(Mute, Nayru nods.)
"My people...?"
(Farore again.) "They are yet intricately tied to Hyrule. With its end they will fall, though that which you call the Twilight Realm will remain."
(Jindal stares in disbelief. The goddesses--surely they could do something--)
"There is nothing we could do." (Nayru has read his thoughts.) "We have lost much of our power; Hyrule has forgotten us. And even had we our true power, we could not stop this. All worlds end." (Her eyes are the saddest he has ever seen them.)
(Din has not yet spoken. The fire is gone from her eyes and her posture is hunched.)
"Is it Ganondorf?" (Jindal ventures softly.)
"Yes." (Din answers him after a moment, bitterness in her voice.) "Ganondorf blessed by Power will put an end to our world, and I can do nothing."
(Nayru takes her hand and Farore clasps her shoulder. Din sighs. Was it proper for Jindal to feel sorry for her, a being so much greater than himself?)
"There is yet hope," (Nayru comforts him.) "My Princess and Farore's Hero will survive Hyrule's fall. And your Princess will, also."
(Jindal does not voice his confusion, only tilts his head to the side.)
"Ganondorf will attempt to invade the Twilight--you must warn your Princess of that," (Farore instructs him.) "And if you warn her, the power of the Fused Shadows will awake in her, and she will be able to halt Ganondorf at the Mirror."
"And with the power of the Shadows, she will save Hyrule's Chosen Ones. And can you guess where she will take them?" (It takes effort for Jindal not to sigh in relief--flame dances back into Din's eyes as she asks the question, certain of her superiority.)
(And he has a guess, but--it would be impossible. Such a thing--but if it were to be true--his heart quickens.)
"Yes, Jindal," (Farore answers softly.) "The Fused Shadows will fulfill their intended purpose once more. She will take them to the Sacred Realm--with our blessing."
(Jindal shivers--and suddenly he finds himself in tears, bawling as he hadn't since the night he realized his parents were gone and his tribe in a strange land.)
"Why do you weep?" (Nayru.)
(He doesn't know why. Joy that one of his people should reach the Sacred Realm at last? Despair at how long it had taken? Relief at this sign of forgiveness for the sin that he had taken part of?)
"I weep with awe, elder sisters," (he says finally.) "You have known always?"
"Always," (Nayru answers tenderly.)
(For a while longer, he cries, his face in his hands, and finally he raises his head to look at the goddesses.) "I am weary," (he tells them.) "May I sleep again?"
(The goddesses look at him with sympathy.) "Soon," (Farore says.) "You must warn your Princess first. Then speak to your court, and those who wish to sleep again may come to us."
(When he returns, he is alone. He grimaces wryly and gestures at the empty space around him.) "It's cowardly of me, isn't it? To abandon my people? My court was always stronger than I."
(Nayru draws near and lays a hand on his brow.) "You have known more than they have," (she tells him,) "and to know is a heavy burden." There is nothing to be ashamed of; you have served your people well. Do you wish to sleep?"
"A question first." (He cannot stop himself from asking.) "Have I been a tool?"
(All three goddesses shake their heads.) "You have been a player," (Din answers him.) "A player in the game that we started and we have watched."
"All right,"(he whispers.) "All right. I can accept that." (He is ashamed still--but he is so tired. He is full, full to the brim, full with love for his people and with awe for the goddesses.) "Good night, elder sisters."
(Jindal closes his eyes, and the goddesses loose his soul from the sleepless immortality they had given him long ago.)
"Good night, little brother."
9.06.2007
Congratulations! You have been spared angst.
Had I had time last night, I would have typed up the lovely little angstrant I wrote during my free PSEO period yesterday. Oh yes, it was filled with angst. I ate lunch alone yesterday--that's why. Never, ever, ever eat lunch alone in a school setting or similar if it can be avoided. Incredibly damaging to the [speech=laintalk]shuuke [/laintalk] [speech=normal]psyche. But I recovered from that unpleasantness due to the news that Megan Whalen Turner has three more Attolia books in mind! Kyaaaaaaah! You can't even imagine how happy this makes me, unless you're Snuffles, because she experienced both my angsting and my sudden BOING into joy.
So the deal on school:
First period is Economics of Social Issues. Looks like I'm going to actually think about things in this class, at least until I get more used to the nomenclature. theteacherstutters but I'm sure I'll get used to that. Not bad, just... noticeable.
Second period (technically I should be calling these blocks. You'll notice that I make no effort whatsoever to do so) is College English. We had our 1984 test today. I finished first by a lot. Alarmed some people. All in a day's work. XP
Third period is the period that's free for PSEO. Third period generally decides what lunch you eat in, based on the teacher. Therefore I get to decide my own lunch. So naturally I eat with R. G. And UGH. This means I'm in the library again. It's COLD THERE DANGITTT. And I'll need to figure out how to amuse myself. Yesterday of course I wrote that angstrant and started to read Firebirds Rising, an anthology of SF/Fantasy short stories. Reading it because there's a scholarship that I wouldn't mind collecting, involving writing a SF/fantasy short story. :/ I don't know if I'll be able to do it. I've got an idea right now, sort of... But it's not very put-together yet. Anyway, back to third period: I might keep that kanji workbook I have in school and drum Japanese into my mind while I'm there. But I need conversation practiiiiiiiiiiiice. And speaking in general.
Fourth period... the most nerve-wracking. Band. Or Wind Ensemble, rather, which I guess is more... advanced? Fancy? Upperclassmen-ish? I'm... jutting my jaw again, and I stick out because everyone else knows the ropes already, and was I always this awful at sight-reading? *Sigh* In any case, the class is split. I think I've finally figured out how it works.
Band and choir occur in the same period.
But some people are in band AND choir.
So, in the first half of the period, band has band, and the people who are ONLY choir have "Music Appreciation."
In the second half, choir has choir, and the people who are only in band have music appreciation.
Music appreciation... well, it's very nice, but it may make the music theory class I'm signed up for my new PSEO totally superfluous. But really it's fun. We listened to Wagner. :D *continues ridiculous Boogiepop-preference for Wagner* Also Duke Ellington. Music with... class. I need more of that.
I drew a picture today, so you get no writing. Sorry.
Oh, and last night, when I was TRYING to get to sleep EARLY, a picture popped into my head.
As described to Snuffles:
A fashionable girl, loose grey sweater, long black armwarmers, newsboy cap... pointing a gun.
Yeah.
She was totally oshare and totally pointing a gun. It was really weird.
So the deal on school:
First period is Economics of Social Issues. Looks like I'm going to actually think about things in this class, at least until I get more used to the nomenclature. theteacherstutters but I'm sure I'll get used to that. Not bad, just... noticeable.
Second period (technically I should be calling these blocks. You'll notice that I make no effort whatsoever to do so) is College English. We had our 1984 test today. I finished first by a lot. Alarmed some people. All in a day's work. XP
Third period is the period that's free for PSEO. Third period generally decides what lunch you eat in, based on the teacher. Therefore I get to decide my own lunch. So naturally I eat with R. G. And UGH. This means I'm in the library again. It's COLD THERE DANGITTT. And I'll need to figure out how to amuse myself. Yesterday of course I wrote that angstrant and started to read Firebirds Rising, an anthology of SF/Fantasy short stories. Reading it because there's a scholarship that I wouldn't mind collecting, involving writing a SF/fantasy short story. :/ I don't know if I'll be able to do it. I've got an idea right now, sort of... But it's not very put-together yet. Anyway, back to third period: I might keep that kanji workbook I have in school and drum Japanese into my mind while I'm there. But I need conversation practiiiiiiiiiiiice. And speaking in general.
Fourth period... the most nerve-wracking. Band. Or Wind Ensemble, rather, which I guess is more... advanced? Fancy? Upperclassmen-ish? I'm... jutting my jaw again, and I stick out because everyone else knows the ropes already, and was I always this awful at sight-reading? *Sigh* In any case, the class is split. I think I've finally figured out how it works.
Band and choir occur in the same period.
But some people are in band AND choir.
So, in the first half of the period, band has band, and the people who are ONLY choir have "Music Appreciation."
In the second half, choir has choir, and the people who are only in band have music appreciation.
Music appreciation... well, it's very nice, but it may make the music theory class I'm signed up for my new PSEO totally superfluous. But really it's fun. We listened to Wagner. :D *continues ridiculous Boogiepop-preference for Wagner* Also Duke Ellington. Music with... class. I need more of that.
I drew a picture today, so you get no writing. Sorry.
Oh, and last night, when I was TRYING to get to sleep EARLY, a picture popped into my head.
As described to Snuffles:
A fashionable girl, loose grey sweater, long black armwarmers, newsboy cap... pointing a gun.
Yeah.
She was totally oshare and totally pointing a gun. It was really weird.
9.05.2007
Psychosomatic, it's gotta be.
First day of school and I'm queasy. Probably just nervous. I have no idea how I'm going to find my classes. I mean it. No clue. Yikes. But if I really were sick, I'd miss the first day of school... again. After missing it ninth grade and eleventh grade. (Ninth grade may have been psychosomatic too, but if it was, then I gave myself a FEVER with worrying. Eleventh grade was, of course, so that my classes could be told what to expect with Billy.)
In any case, it has taken me an hour to get fully ready this morning. If I want to walk it needs to be half an hour, so I'm here to (a) kill time until it's time to go and (b) list things to speed it up.
I still need to figure out what I'll eat. Maybe an un-toasted bagel with cream cheese? Graham crackers with peanut butter (or cream cheese--don't look at me like that, it's delicious! Like cheesecake.)? A power bar! No thank you. I'll figure something out.
It's 7:04; my sisters aren't even up yet. (They probably should be. Z is up.) Eventually they'll get up and (time permitting) kick me off. In any case I may as well start my neopet dailies.
In any case, it has taken me an hour to get fully ready this morning. If I want to walk it needs to be half an hour, so I'm here to (a) kill time until it's time to go and (b) list things to speed it up.
- No green tea! Takes too long to boil water, wait for steeping, drink slowly because of heat.
- Eat breakfast in car on way home. What to bring?
- Have everything gathered. (I had to go looking for my flute.)
- Rush! (simple solution)
- Really. Have everything gathered, not just most of it.
- Like, in the backpack, all that's needed is to grab it. (I say this thrice because I have a horrible habit of saying "good enough" in situations like that.)
- Pick out clothes night before. (This won't fix today because I'd already decided, but it will help. Incidentally, I'm wearing my new, VERY scene-ish Cheshire-Cat-and-metallic-rainbow-rainbow-lightning shirt, dark blue jeans and denim vest, studded belt, and my new high-top canvas sneakers.)
I still need to figure out what I'll eat. Maybe an un-toasted bagel with cream cheese? Graham crackers with peanut butter (or cream cheese--don't look at me like that, it's delicious! Like cheesecake.)? A power bar! No thank you. I'll figure something out.
It's 7:04; my sisters aren't even up yet. (They probably should be. Z is up.) Eventually they'll get up and (time permitting) kick me off. In any case I may as well start my neopet dailies.
9.03.2007
100,723!
See my Twitter for the short version of my day. XD
Yup. Weird dreams, walkies, Grandparents' house--wasn't that bad, actually, but cribbage just strikes me as too much work--lots of King of Attolia (I love that book so much), plenty of internet. Am now registered for a music theory-type class at SCSU because the place I could have taken Japanese doesn't allow high schoolers. GAH. What a pain. I hope the music class isn't too easy.
So today, I tweaked a picture of Midna (v2.0! or... is it v1?) and began a picture of Eugenides and Attolia. (+squee) Hopefully that will go well. The picture of Midna has gone wonderfully, thank you for asking; that crown gidget of hers is a little (read: very) confusing but I suppose that means I shall have to re-beat Ganondorf and stare at that. Pff.
Umm... gonna attempt that fanfiction now. I don't know how it will work out. Bear with me. (However, please don't bare with me. In fact, if you're going to be bare, you'll be doing so alone.)
...It's not coming. Warii warii. ^^;
Yup. Weird dreams, walkies, Grandparents' house--wasn't that bad, actually, but cribbage just strikes me as too much work--lots of King of Attolia (I love that book so much), plenty of internet. Am now registered for a music theory-type class at SCSU because the place I could have taken Japanese doesn't allow high schoolers. GAH. What a pain. I hope the music class isn't too easy.
So today, I tweaked a picture of Midna (v2.0! or... is it v1?) and began a picture of Eugenides and Attolia. (+squee) Hopefully that will go well. The picture of Midna has gone wonderfully, thank you for asking; that crown gidget of hers is a little (read: very) confusing but I suppose that means I shall have to re-beat Ganondorf and stare at that. Pff.
Umm... gonna attempt that fanfiction now. I don't know how it will work out. Bear with me. (However, please don't bare with me. In fact, if you're going to be bare, you'll be doing so alone.)
...It's not coming. Warii warii. ^^;
9.02.2007
A cold and drowsy humor! D: *vomits on audience member*
Sooooooo we watched the Reduced Shakespeare Company DVD to-night. Twas awesome, naturally. Of course I had seen most of it--up to the intermission--in tenth grade English, but that doesn't change the fact that it's hilarious beyond all words.
So today I found a little thing called Twitter. It is right over <--there. (i.e., to the left of this entry.) You should totally join. In fact if you're reading this blog, chances are you received an email from me/Twitter inviting you. :D
Unless of course you randomly stumbled here. But if that's the case, I doubt very much that you got to the second paragraph of this entry, because this blog is about as inconsiquential as they come. (Yes, I'm finally admitting it.)
Other than that, I vaguely considered giving this entry a point, but earlier this afternoon, I started re-reading King of Attolia... again. xD I love it I love it I love it. Soo I'm cutting this a bit short so I can go read more of that :D
I have (another) Twilight Princess fanfiction idea but I'm currently in the middle of trying to decide whether or not it's worth writing.
Well then, back to Eugenides and Attolia and the poor guard Costis. xD <3
So today I found a little thing called Twitter. It is right over <--there. (i.e., to the left of this entry.) You should totally join. In fact if you're reading this blog, chances are you received an email from me/Twitter inviting you. :D
Unless of course you randomly stumbled here. But if that's the case, I doubt very much that you got to the second paragraph of this entry, because this blog is about as inconsiquential as they come. (Yes, I'm finally admitting it.)
Other than that, I vaguely considered giving this entry a point, but earlier this afternoon, I started re-reading King of Attolia... again. xD I love it I love it I love it. Soo I'm cutting this a bit short so I can go read more of that :D
I have (another) Twilight Princess fanfiction idea but I'm currently in the middle of trying to decide whether or not it's worth writing.
Well then, back to Eugenides and Attolia and the poor guard Costis. xD <3
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