Well, can you do next Friday?
Who can manage/wants to coming to my house next Friday (the 7th) after school or in the evening to watch the Wyrd Sisters animated thingy? I'm busy today and tomorrow, so I really can't think of another day that would work... Saturday, maybe, but that's cutting it kind of close. I leave on the ninth. Let me know.
I'm glad you want to be close to me, but eating my sweater is not the way to happiness.
31 December 2004
30 December 2004
28 December 2004
Here's to us! To the toast of all the city! What a pity that the Phantom can't be here!
Props to Michael for showing me the awesome Terry Pratchett class online.
Guys! My Discworld collection is essentially complete! I got A Hat Full of Sky for Christmas, and bought The Last Hero yesterday! That means that only the short stories are missing from my library of the cannon, and I'll probably order those online or get somebody else to do it for Easter or something. The short story collection is officially impossible to find at any bookstore (although, incidentally, the Walden Books at Castleton mall has a very good Discworld section; the Borders at somwhere or other has it as one of their featured series, but I don't think they even have the whole thing-- but in any case, the ones they have are in order now, because I put them in order while I was there). But anyway-- dude! I have them ALL! Mwahahahahaha! Oh! AND I got the animated Wyrd Sisters movie, which I want people to come and watch. AND I got the Art of Discworld book, which is awesome and pretty. AND I got ROTK extended, and I watched it last night. Yay for hobbity hoyay!
And I got the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, and am in the process of learning the words and having them stuck in my head all the time. The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. I saw the movie Christmas Day, and I thought it was simply awesome. The visuals were amazing, and singing was excellent, and the acting was pretty damn good. An interesting side note is that the people who did it were obviously thinking, "Okay, guys are going to take their girlfriends to see this, and they might get bored with the singing. So here are a lot of nice cleavage shots, and Christine's dressing gown is very revealing so that you can see one of her legs all the time." Raoul had funny sideburns. They changed a couple of plot points to give the movie more depth, like having Christine come live at the Opera House when she was seven as opposed to a teenager, and we see Madame Giry's exact connection to the Phantom (only possibly not all of it-- I have a theory...). They also hit you over the head rather hard with the "Christine Thinks the Angel Might Be Her Dead Father" stick, which is a good thing, as the play doesn't explain that very well. Minnie Driver doesn't do her own signing (though she does sing the song in the credits) but she made a wonderful diva ("For ze past tree years, zese tings do 'appen! And do you stop-a zese tings from 'appening? No! And you! You are az bad az eem! Until you stop-a zese tings from 'appening, ZIS TING does not 'appen!").
Anyway, Jonah was in the paper today! It was a good article. Hooray for the MEOW! That's really what I posted to say, but I got sidetracked. I read the article online, and I was like, "I know him! He's on my blog!"
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
Guys! My Discworld collection is essentially complete! I got A Hat Full of Sky for Christmas, and bought The Last Hero yesterday! That means that only the short stories are missing from my library of the cannon, and I'll probably order those online or get somebody else to do it for Easter or something. The short story collection is officially impossible to find at any bookstore (although, incidentally, the Walden Books at Castleton mall has a very good Discworld section; the Borders at somwhere or other has it as one of their featured series, but I don't think they even have the whole thing-- but in any case, the ones they have are in order now, because I put them in order while I was there). But anyway-- dude! I have them ALL! Mwahahahahaha! Oh! AND I got the animated Wyrd Sisters movie, which I want people to come and watch. AND I got the Art of Discworld book, which is awesome and pretty. AND I got ROTK extended, and I watched it last night. Yay for hobbity hoyay!
And I got the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, and am in the process of learning the words and having them stuck in my head all the time. The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. I saw the movie Christmas Day, and I thought it was simply awesome. The visuals were amazing, and singing was excellent, and the acting was pretty damn good. An interesting side note is that the people who did it were obviously thinking, "Okay, guys are going to take their girlfriends to see this, and they might get bored with the singing. So here are a lot of nice cleavage shots, and Christine's dressing gown is very revealing so that you can see one of her legs all the time." Raoul had funny sideburns. They changed a couple of plot points to give the movie more depth, like having Christine come live at the Opera House when she was seven as opposed to a teenager, and we see Madame Giry's exact connection to the Phantom (only possibly not all of it-- I have a theory...). They also hit you over the head rather hard with the "Christine Thinks the Angel Might Be Her Dead Father" stick, which is a good thing, as the play doesn't explain that very well. Minnie Driver doesn't do her own signing (though she does sing the song in the credits) but she made a wonderful diva ("For ze past tree years, zese tings do 'appen! And do you stop-a zese tings from 'appening? No! And you! You are az bad az eem! Until you stop-a zese tings from 'appening, ZIS TING does not 'appen!").
Anyway, Jonah was in the paper today! It was a good article. Hooray for the MEOW! That's really what I posted to say, but I got sidetracked. I read the article online, and I was like, "I know him! He's on my blog!"
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
24 December 2004
Christmas is all around me
Happy Holidays, everyone! Today is the big Christams Eve party at Erin's house, due to start in about an hour. I am wearing more makeup than I am used to.
Anyway, I hope the shindig at Thomas's house last night rocked, and I'm sorry I missed it. I did have fun at Michael's and, subsequently, at Comstocks' Wednesday. I'll see you all later, and until then, a holiday message from Mr. Bill Door: HO. HO. HO.
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
Anyway, I hope the shindig at Thomas's house last night rocked, and I'm sorry I missed it. I did have fun at Michael's and, subsequently, at Comstocks' Wednesday. I'll see you all later, and until then, a holiday message from Mr. Bill Door: HO. HO. HO.
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
23 December 2004
:) %^&&~ B)
Yay for snow!
Snow makes me happy. Especially tromping through it with Amy. My dragon also makes me happy. And carolling with Chamber Singers. And Levi being home. And my story. I'm happy right now. Yay for happiness.
What does not make me happy is Sci-Fi channel's slaughtering of the Earthsea series. It was decent but books of that caliber deserve far better.
Still, one botched mini-series does little to detract from my overall happiness. Yay me!
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
Snow makes me happy. Especially tromping through it with Amy. My dragon also makes me happy. And carolling with Chamber Singers. And Levi being home. And my story. I'm happy right now. Yay for happiness.
What does not make me happy is Sci-Fi channel's slaughtering of the Earthsea series. It was decent but books of that caliber deserve far better.
Still, one botched mini-series does little to detract from my overall happiness. Yay me!
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
22 December 2004
Redundant Tomato XXXVII
I haven't posted in like, a long time. So we had the CHamber party last night - this morning. It was interesting. The carolling was rad, everyone loved us. The overnight was interesting. On the one hand, I know a lot more about these people than I did before, on the other hand I know a lot more about these people than I ever wanted to. Also, Sam has a cat that came and slept on me. I love cats. If I weren't allergic I would so own two or three.
In other cat-related news, the MEOW came out. I was startled to realize that I had most of it memorized and shocked to find three typos on page 23. I was pleased, however, to find no typos outside of page 23. The lesson to be learned here is: don't forget to edit a page. (Particularly if said page is page 23)
So the last week for me has been an insane choir overload. IYC, Chamber, and CHurch choir are a doozy during the CHristmas season, and when you throw in Interdisc... Oy.
Let's see, what else is there...?
Oooh! I made it into Mark's play! I'm Leandre, the young lover, and I have like two scenes and some odd lines. No internal monologues or anything, but not a bad part. I'm also probably going up for Grease, but it's weird 'cause so many people are trying out who've never done musicals before. And knowing Means, they'll all get in and the veterans will get screwed over. But hey, at least I've got Leandre.
Also, NaNoWriMo was an abject failure, and also gave me an excuse to halt Corndog, which I still haven't gotten back to. Truth be told, Corndog bores me. I just want to end it, but I feel an obligation to give it some closure. How many people would object if I shelved it for a while and worked on something else??? (THat's not rhetorical, go ahead and respond in the comments)
I'd Also like the opportunity here to say to Evie: If you don't have a present from me by Christmas, it's because either the mailman or I have been very slow. Don't despair, it will be there eventually.
I'Ve noticed I Have this annoying habit of holding down the shift key just a tad too long and capitalizing the second letters of WOrds. So if you see that, now you know why.
I'm gonna end this tired bit of rambling with this impromptu poem.
I said that I would end,
With an Impromptu poem,
I didn't know how I'd fend,
But I figured I would show 'em,
That I've got mad poetry skillz,
As mad as mad can be,
And noone from here to Brazil,
Is as awesome a poet as me!
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
In other cat-related news, the MEOW came out. I was startled to realize that I had most of it memorized and shocked to find three typos on page 23. I was pleased, however, to find no typos outside of page 23. The lesson to be learned here is: don't forget to edit a page. (Particularly if said page is page 23)
So the last week for me has been an insane choir overload. IYC, Chamber, and CHurch choir are a doozy during the CHristmas season, and when you throw in Interdisc... Oy.
Let's see, what else is there...?
Oooh! I made it into Mark's play! I'm Leandre, the young lover, and I have like two scenes and some odd lines. No internal monologues or anything, but not a bad part. I'm also probably going up for Grease, but it's weird 'cause so many people are trying out who've never done musicals before. And knowing Means, they'll all get in and the veterans will get screwed over. But hey, at least I've got Leandre.
Also, NaNoWriMo was an abject failure, and also gave me an excuse to halt Corndog, which I still haven't gotten back to. Truth be told, Corndog bores me. I just want to end it, but I feel an obligation to give it some closure. How many people would object if I shelved it for a while and worked on something else??? (THat's not rhetorical, go ahead and respond in the comments)
I'd Also like the opportunity here to say to Evie: If you don't have a present from me by Christmas, it's because either the mailman or I have been very slow. Don't despair, it will be there eventually.
I'Ve noticed I Have this annoying habit of holding down the shift key just a tad too long and capitalizing the second letters of WOrds. So if you see that, now you know why.
I'm gonna end this tired bit of rambling with this impromptu poem.
I said that I would end,
With an Impromptu poem,
I didn't know how I'd fend,
But I figured I would show 'em,
That I've got mad poetry skillz,
As mad as mad can be,
And noone from here to Brazil,
Is as awesome a poet as me!
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
Bad Kiki! No hiding Christmas under the couch! ~Sluggy Freelance
Well, we've been out of school for three days, and I've spent the entire time in my mario lounge pants and bath robe and I'm lovin' every second of it. Accomplishments: Sleep! Beat Megaman X! More sleep! Watched Dodgeball(hilario)! And, Finally, Sleep!!!!! Sleep is good. Despite the benefits of sleep, however, my Wrath goes out to all who did not call when I slept through the youth group Christmas rehearsal thingy. Granted, I was not, in fact, asleep at the time, but my excessive sleep prior to the event caused my lapse of memory. So, WRATH! DOOM! DISHONOR! and stuff.
Speaking of dishonor, I played cello with some orchestra friends for a cantata on sunday night. I am so very glad that the choir was loud and knew what they were singing, because we hardly knew what we were playing. On the bright side, we opened with a sort of ensemble thing that was just us, and we did pretty good for practically sight reading it. However, the next couple weeks after break shall be my cello's last hurrah. I'm done. No Italy, no more cello. Italy was the only reason I stayed in, and we can't afford that reason. Being poor sucks. So, I'm tossing out the cello (metaphorically, of course, it's too expensive to literally toss it) and joining Central Sound, depending on the cost of the switch.
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
Speaking of dishonor, I played cello with some orchestra friends for a cantata on sunday night. I am so very glad that the choir was loud and knew what they were singing, because we hardly knew what we were playing. On the bright side, we opened with a sort of ensemble thing that was just us, and we did pretty good for practically sight reading it. However, the next couple weeks after break shall be my cello's last hurrah. I'm done. No Italy, no more cello. Italy was the only reason I stayed in, and we can't afford that reason. Being poor sucks. So, I'm tossing out the cello (metaphorically, of course, it's too expensive to literally toss it) and joining Central Sound, depending on the cost of the switch.
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
20 December 2004
One Free Universe
Heh, who cares that my title is crap. Anyway, reading all of these fantabulous posts made me want to interject some real stupidity into the mix since ya'll are too smart to be posting on a blog entitled "Compendium of Stupidity." Honestly, you should really be stupid before you create a blog with that title. Or maybe that just makes you stupid for naming it that without actually being stupid...if that made any sense whatsoever.
Anyway, I'm glad school's over! Woot, w00t, and major W0Ot!!! I hate school! Hmm...I forgot what I was going to say. Oh yes! I WANT LIAM AIKEN'S BODY!!! lol and it's not illegal because we're both minors. :D Sorry. I'm done. ummm...Yes, "Series of Unfortunate Events" is a great movie, and this is from a girl who read all of the books twice. It's just fantastic; really good for people who just want to enjoy a slightly depressing movie and even better for people who enjoy looking for parallelism and symbolism in everything. Woot! There'd so totally better be a sequel. No stinking joke. And, fyi, Liam Aiken plays Klaus Baudelaire in the movie. Duh. Goodbye! CSI TIME!
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
Anyway, I'm glad school's over! Woot, w00t, and major W0Ot!!! I hate school! Hmm...I forgot what I was going to say. Oh yes! I WANT LIAM AIKEN'S BODY!!! lol and it's not illegal because we're both minors. :D Sorry. I'm done. ummm...Yes, "Series of Unfortunate Events" is a great movie, and this is from a girl who read all of the books twice. It's just fantastic; really good for people who just want to enjoy a slightly depressing movie and even better for people who enjoy looking for parallelism and symbolism in everything. Woot! There'd so totally better be a sequel. No stinking joke. And, fyi, Liam Aiken plays Klaus Baudelaire in the movie. Duh. Goodbye! CSI TIME!
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
18 December 2004
Ahem, fellow demons and demonesses... I ROCK! ~Sluggy Freelance
I'm Done!!! No more homework, no more papers to grade, and most importantly, no more stupid Thespian recomendation letters to fill out. I hate those. We need more people to join so there are fewer for each person to fill out. The play's gonna be cool, though. Its a bunch of monologues from interviews of people from this school that was used as a sort of rest house on and durring the after math of 9/11. Its written in book form, and Horrigan has tried for over a year to get the rights, but she can't figure out who to pay, so we're doing it pseudo-illegally. I feel rebellious and artistic. We can't take it to the Thespian Conference for competition, though. Half the people probably wouldn't go anyway because of Central Sound, so it doesn't matter.
Last night was okay, I went to see Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events. Ironically, I was subjected to a serious of unfortunate events before seeing it. I was going with a few orchestra folks and two of Kathy's friends from church, mostly because Christin had free tickets.
Unfortunate event #1: One of the people backed out, and I had to give someone a ride, despite me not knowing where she lived.
Unfortunate event #2: I got lost due to Mapquest's shortcomings as a direction giver, causing me to waste 45 minutes searching for a street that wasn't there.
Unfortunate event #3: Due to my frustration, I got on the wrong road to get back to 465, and ended up somewhere downtown. Thus, wasted yet another 45 minutes trying to get back home.
Little ray of hope: Kathy gave me some gas money and showed me how to get to Kim's house so we could pick her up. We ended up going to see the 10:15 show instead of the 7:45 one.
Unfortunate event #4: Christin also backed out for some reason, so tickets were no longer free.
Light at the end of the tunnel: The movie was awesome. I'm not going to say anything else about it, just to bug you all.
Total cost of seeing this movie with a couple of friends and one jerk who decided to ditch us: 90 minutes of pointless driving, $10 worth of gas, and $8 for the ticket.
Seeing spooky symbolism and parrallelism: Priceless
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
Last night was okay, I went to see Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events. Ironically, I was subjected to a serious of unfortunate events before seeing it. I was going with a few orchestra folks and two of Kathy's friends from church, mostly because Christin had free tickets.
Unfortunate event #1: One of the people backed out, and I had to give someone a ride, despite me not knowing where she lived.
Unfortunate event #2: I got lost due to Mapquest's shortcomings as a direction giver, causing me to waste 45 minutes searching for a street that wasn't there.
Unfortunate event #3: Due to my frustration, I got on the wrong road to get back to 465, and ended up somewhere downtown. Thus, wasted yet another 45 minutes trying to get back home.
Little ray of hope: Kathy gave me some gas money and showed me how to get to Kim's house so we could pick her up. We ended up going to see the 10:15 show instead of the 7:45 one.
Unfortunate event #4: Christin also backed out for some reason, so tickets were no longer free.
Light at the end of the tunnel: The movie was awesome. I'm not going to say anything else about it, just to bug you all.
Total cost of seeing this movie with a couple of friends and one jerk who decided to ditch us: 90 minutes of pointless driving, $10 worth of gas, and $8 for the ticket.
Seeing spooky symbolism and parrallelism: Priceless
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."
17 December 2004
Ba-who Boris, Da-who Doris, welcome Christmas, come this way
I'm home! First semester of college is over, and it has been pretty interesting. It went really fast, first of all. I liked all of my classes, and I did much better than I expected, grade- and performance-wise. I get along with my roommate fairly well, even though at times I want to step on her face. I couldn't say that on my LJ, because she reads that. I don't think she reads this... I hope. I'm pretty sure she doesn't. But if she does, Kelly, it's just because I'm anti-social and not used to living in the same room with someone all the time.
Anyway, I'm loving college so far. I really like the whole format they have here [ha, I was just reading back over this and realized I said "here" as though I'm still there. But I'm not. I can't escape! Ahhh!] at Hanover as opposed to high school... I think the difference lies in the fact that there is no busy work; all the homework is reading and papers. And that's it. And I'm good at that. So, no problem, aside from the fact that it's time-consuming. And I did spend three nights in a row last week writing papers, which was hell, I freely admit. A lot of people are really struggling, though. I don't think they were prepared like I was as far as college-level classes go. I credit Lyceum and AP Lit with my success at Hanover, and almost nothing else I learned at LC. Except Latin, maybe. And if I finally get to take German next year, then German. My Star Wars and Arthurian knowledge have helped me considerably, and will do so even more next semester in Quest Archetype II (sighs dreamily).
Anyway, Marten and Thomas rocked the auditorium last night at the Holiday Concert. Good job, guys!
Shout-out to Thomas for talking with me all through those three hellish days of paper-writing. You rock.
My LJ is updated, please go there.
I intent to post on Pants tomorrow.
That is all.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
Anyway, I'm loving college so far. I really like the whole format they have here [ha, I was just reading back over this and realized I said "here" as though I'm still there. But I'm not. I can't escape! Ahhh!] at Hanover as opposed to high school... I think the difference lies in the fact that there is no busy work; all the homework is reading and papers. And that's it. And I'm good at that. So, no problem, aside from the fact that it's time-consuming. And I did spend three nights in a row last week writing papers, which was hell, I freely admit. A lot of people are really struggling, though. I don't think they were prepared like I was as far as college-level classes go. I credit Lyceum and AP Lit with my success at Hanover, and almost nothing else I learned at LC. Except Latin, maybe. And if I finally get to take German next year, then German. My Star Wars and Arthurian knowledge have helped me considerably, and will do so even more next semester in Quest Archetype II (sighs dreamily).
Anyway, Marten and Thomas rocked the auditorium last night at the Holiday Concert. Good job, guys!
Shout-out to Thomas for talking with me all through those three hellish days of paper-writing. You rock.
My LJ is updated, please go there.
I intent to post on Pants tomorrow.
That is all.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
16 December 2004
!!! *...*
I just spend seven and a half hours at Castleton United Methodist, helping put together a virtual field trip pretty much from scratch. I'll say more about that tomorrow.
Good news/bad news: Good news: I got cast in Mark's play. Bad news: I'm in one scene and I have eight lines, none over five words long. Good news: I'm not playing an old man. Bad news: I'm playing a little boy. I don't want to go to IYC tommorrow or the next day, but I must. Looking forward to seeing Levi.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
Good news/bad news: Good news: I got cast in Mark's play. Bad news: I'm in one scene and I have eight lines, none over five words long. Good news: I'm not playing an old man. Bad news: I'm playing a little boy. I don't want to go to IYC tommorrow or the next day, but I must. Looking forward to seeing Levi.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
10 December 2004
That is because I roll twenties.~Penny Arcade
All members of this blog who play D&D must read this, for it is hilarity. That is all
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
08 December 2004
Hold on! I'm on High, darn it! ~Sluggy Freelance
SO, the long week is over, our debate lost to lack of clarity and resentment towards me, and I have to memorize something completely different than I thought I did. This weeks mood has been going up and down, I've enjoyed bits, like grading essays for Guthrie, but hated other bits, like Marroon days. I wish I had something interesting or engaging to talk about, but I'm really just kind of wandering around with nothing to do. Well, nothing to do that I really want to do. I wish I had money and a girlfriend to spend it on.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
07 December 2004
&^"';;'*..<..//:
My new title scheme - random punctuation! It takes no thought at all!
Ok, now it is time for me to post, as no one has done that in a while. I think we as a society need to make the distinction between an appreciation of beauty and romantic attraction. If you look at a flower or a painting and say it is pretty, that does not automatically mean you want to have sex with it. Nor does it automatically mean you're saying that it is preferable to a flower in your own garden or a painting you already possess. You are merely recognizing it's beauty. The same should be true of people. I should be able to tell a girl that she's looking particularly attractive today without either of our significant others taking offense at it. Also, I should be able to say that a boy is attractive without people assuming I'm gay. Some guys are just pretty to look at, darnit. It doesn't mean I'm attracted to them.
Ok, so that was just my little tirade. It may seem silly, but I think if people felt more free to complement each other, a lot fewer people would have self-esteem problems.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
Ok, now it is time for me to post, as no one has done that in a while. I think we as a society need to make the distinction between an appreciation of beauty and romantic attraction. If you look at a flower or a painting and say it is pretty, that does not automatically mean you want to have sex with it. Nor does it automatically mean you're saying that it is preferable to a flower in your own garden or a painting you already possess. You are merely recognizing it's beauty. The same should be true of people. I should be able to tell a girl that she's looking particularly attractive today without either of our significant others taking offense at it. Also, I should be able to say that a boy is attractive without people assuming I'm gay. Some guys are just pretty to look at, darnit. It doesn't mean I'm attracted to them.
Ok, so that was just my little tirade. It may seem silly, but I think if people felt more free to complement each other, a lot fewer people would have self-esteem problems.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
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