Schedules, Schedules...

            Okay, so, as an update: tried to make a clay thing and it turned out shit. We went to my cousin's graduation party. That was fun. Day two of summer, and I'm hoping to actually be productive with my writing... which means setting up schedules that I may or may not end up using. Depends on my amount of conviction and willpower. I may set up some scoring crap for myself. Combos. Make it into a game.

Yeah.

For now though...

Lists!

Daily:

1. This Blog Thing.
2. A page of my Drawing Journal
3. A MyNoise thing.

Every Other Day:

1. A chapter of Lost Rabbit
2. Read a goddamn book. (Need to visit Library)

Weekly: (Trying to get headway into other stories.)

1. Monday-Free Thought
2. Tuesday-Chell Howe and the Interdemensional Doctors
3. Wednesday-Relativity
4. Thursday-Mind Games
5. Friday-Frizz, Stormy, and Miv's Stories (?)

I'll need a calender... wonder if I can get one while we're out...

So, if all goes well, a good week looks like:

1. Sunday (Today)-Blog, myNoise, drawing, book.
2. Monday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, Free Thought, Lost Rabbit.
3. Tuesday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, CHatID, book.
4. Wednesday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, Relativity, Lost Rabbit.
5. Thursday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, Mind Games, book.
6. Friday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, FSM,  Lost Rabbit.
7. Saturday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, book.

            I think that'll keep me nicely busy! I do apologize, I really like lists. So I am going to see if my dad'll take me to the library, and will be back tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

An Announcement!

I will probably regret this later, but I have now decided, as of.... Wednesday, June 5, 2013 on 3:15 PM to try and post something at least once a day, everyday, until school starts. Let's see how well this goes. Even if nothing happens, maybe I'll just make up something  (not make up as in lie, make up as in fiction stuff and maybe story previews or little tangents) on the spot. If anybody has any suggestions (who am I kidding the only one who every comments is my dad and he doesn't ever say anything useful either) comment. I kind of like comments. I would really, really like it if someone commented. 
I now return you to your regular browsing session.

T.Y.G.E.R.

And Sudden Inspiration Strikes!

And actually stays longer than two milliseconds.
            I'm out of my writer's block! I started yet another story, but I'm not just staring at videos n' crap all day. I... crap, it's already one p.m. It's weird when you stay up 'til like three and you don't wake up until eleven. Usually I get up at, like, eight no matter how late I stayed up... I think my brain finally knows it's summer. 
            Oh, I finally got to ride the Sky Screamer at Six Flags. It was fun. I always liked the swing rides as a kid. As usual, Rosie went on only two rides. we spent most of our time running around whatsitcalled... Skull Island I think... it's this little water park with a playground and a couple slides. Way too young for me to be seen climbing on.
And I hadn't brought a bathing suit. I just had my jeans and hoodie and Doctor Who T-shirt.
I was going to be sensible. Fifteen minutes, I said. I'm not going to get wet, I said.
So they (Rose, plus one friend that had been brought along.) dumped their truckload of stuff on me and ran off amidst the running water and laughing children. The place was packed, but I squeezed into a nice dry spot next to the shoe cubby things and stow the rest of the bags and things behind it and I wait.
Then I get bored.
After carefully considering the chances of our bags being taken whether by staff or anyone nearby, I decide to start wandering around the climbing bit 'accidentally' getting occasionally sprayed with the many sprinklers on the ground. A little girl recognized Doctor Who and told her mother to tell me 'Geronimo!' from her. My day was made. Then Rosie comes up, upset because the lady at the slides said she can't go on without a swimsuit. I'm sympathetic, I know what a pest those people can be. She walks with me for a bit, and I see the red sprinkler hoop things that you run though. 'Dare you to run through it.' I say, trying to get her to stop pouting. She says no. 'Fine' I say, in a spastic burst of self-confidence. 'I'll do it.' And I did. Rosie ended up following me, I think, but she still wasn't happy to just walk around with me. I actually felt a little sad. And then she started begging me to help her buy a bathing suit. I had ten, she had ten. Twenty dollars was  enough. Now, I know my sister, and I could sense that this was one of those crucial decisions that determine whether she will love or hate you for the rest of the day. I reluctantly agreed. When her friend came looking for her, we saw her briefly choosing her outfit. She looked happy. A few moments later she was done and we looked around for her a bit. I was a little worried. I didn't know what she had picked out, didn't know what to keep an eye out for. It turned out to be orange and bright yellow. It looked pretty on her, and she liked it a lot. By the time we left, I was the only one unlucky enough to be stuck walking around in damp clothes. We had fun. Went home as tired and uncomfortable as heck, though.
            So there's a recent event in my life for you right there. I also discovered that I suck at actual video games. Oh, and when dad touches computers the internet screws up. Seriously. It's freaky. He's never borrowing my laptop again. Plus he doesn't have a clue what he's doing. I'm going to wrap this up here,make a sandwich, and get back to my story. Goodbye for now.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Productive?

I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT WORK ON ONE STORY ALL BREAK.
            And eat and shower occasionally, as needed. Most of the time. I go to school Monday. Ew. I don't need school. I have a computer! But last Friday I was innocently drawing using ideas spawned from the Art of Alice: Madness Returns and a little of Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. (Which I had recently discovered through YouTube and decide I liked it quite a lot.) And suddenly my brain went MUST WRITE STORY. I had considered such a thought earlier, but had dismissed it for reasons of it wouldn't translate out of my brain well. (Being originally a Daydream, these things tend to end up having MASSIVE gaps in logic and flow.) It's   a twisted Vivia Drea story. And I'm not really good at horror, I don't think. It's just not happening the way everything I got done went the first day. Nevertheless, I have been a single-minded MACHINE. Well, after occasional breaks and if my flow gets broken I will have a heckuva hard time getting back into it. The main characters name is Jane Newell so far... but it shouldn't matter 'cause I'm probably not posting the story.
            So my sister revealed a shocking fact: SHE HAS KNOWN WHERE THE iPEN WAS ALL ALONG, dun, dun, dun! I feel so betrayed. After waiting, then demanding it back when she obviously wasn't using it, I did this.

I'm getting pretty good at this. Maybe I could ask for a Tablet for my birthday... probably wouldn't get it, but it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

T.Y.G.E.R.

Doodle Page Game

             This is a Doodle Page. You pick your two favorite color pens, a pencil, and an eraser and you draw random stuff. I started with a sloppy drawing of Nyan Cat. Then I drew a shockingly good drawing of American McGee's Cheshire Cat completely from memory and in pen. Not inked over, actually completely in pen. Pretty much half of it is all American McGee's Alice themed. And don't ask me what the fireman bird thing in the middle is, I have no idea. But I'm not going to explain every single thing of every single thing like: 'The flowers symbolize the regression of summer and blah, blah, blah.' Nobody has time for that. Actually, I do have time for that. I have a lot of time. LOTS. But I want to sit back and see what others think. Ohmigosh. I want to make this a bit of an activity. Pick your favorite colors, a sheet of paper, and draw whatever. Then post the results. It doesn't matter if you can't draw or whatever, you could just scribble and make                                                                                                                          it like an ink blot test.
                                                                      This is so going to be put on Tumblr.
And I never post anything on Tumblr!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Boredom

Here's a little story about something that happened this summer:

             One day, a very extremely bored me was browsing the internet.

She was so bored she actually Googled 'Boredom'. It did not solve her 

problem. Suddenly, she did something amazing. Something nobody ever 

even considers doing in the history of today's internet.

            She exited out, shut down her computer, and grabbed a piece of 

paper and pencil. She drew something random, a cute little animal that 

looked positively harmless. Right away she decided it must be evil and 

deadly. It should be different shades of beige. She thought, drawing 

an arrow pointing to it. And be really agile. At the end of the arrow she 

wrote: Boredom Monster! >:( 

            She shivered in anticipation as her imagination began to formulate

exactly what a Boredom Monster was. Like boredom, it leeched all the 

energy and emotions out of you. It's insides were old bits of doll parts and 

ruin. (I had Alice: Madness Returns on the brain.) I also knew I couldn't lay

a finger on something that cute. (Which is why I made it an evil manifestation 

of my boredom. Boredom is very hard to get rid of, if it was something ugly,

I would be able to get rid of it real fast. It's the ultimate weapon! It'd be a 

shame not to take advantage of it.) 

            She drew some more, and daydreamed that she battled with the 

Boredom Monsters, lost that, was for some reason still alive due to the 

intervention of her worst enemy. (who turned out to be a totally different

person. But still her worst enemy.) Who told her that the Boredom Monsters

were her own creation. He (the worst enemy) goes off to do his own thing to

stop them, and tries to keep her away so she doesn't do any more damage.

He fails miserably at both. In the end, she has to rescue him and she saves the world.

            With the power of imagination! As you can imagine, I wasn't bored anymore after that. I was so bored right now that I figured I'd bring up this. Funny how when you pour the raw contents of your mind onto something it seems so much weirder. My dad tells me: Stupid people get bored. I say: Stupid people get bored and don't resolve it. Not to his face though... because I just thought of it now. Darn. That statement has always annoyed me, usually because he says it right after I forget myself and mention my boredom. NEVER TELL A GROWNUP THAT YOU'RE BORED! They either say something scathing, or they give you work. Work is dull. If boredom is thirst, entertainment is water, and work is saltwater. You're doing something, but it's not any less boring. *Rants about it some more inside head* Bye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Stories

           The bit and pieces of my stories have a habit of squirming away, but right now I've started a short story. My mom and dad say that I used to have two toy rabbits. One was gray and one, called bunny, who I still have, that's brown. I lost the gray one a long, long time ago. I decided to write a story about what happened to him. It starts like this:

The Lost Rabbit

                The gray ghost of a childhood that could have been clambered out of the trash bin. He shook the scraps of shredded letters and cigarette ash out of his fur, barely stopping to mourn for his former companion. As far as she knew, there had only been one. Bunny the Rabbit. Fur as brown as chocolate milk—the only kind she’ll drink. Fur that was permeated with the scent of memories. A serious frown (for it was years to come before her mother gave him the ability to smile like did in her eyes.) and shiny black eyes that she liked to think focused and saw things. (Which he did.) She had suspicions, of course, mentioning a bizarre dream or two where there were ‘two Bunnies’. They couldn’t come back for him. (Once a toy got thrown away in an unfamiliar place he or she had to disappear, it was the law.) Not now.

           I've written a bit more after that, but I think I might branch out in another direction with this. I am going to finish this. Eventually. Oh and I've decided to name the gray one Rainy Rabbit. I might introduce Bunny later into the story too. Any suggestions would be awesome.