One Month at School

Opinions:

1. I hate my Lit teacher for the first time ever.
2. My math teacher is lovely.
3. History is dull as dirt back to learning about America... for the fifth time I think.
4. Drawing is early in the day. Pros: Don't have to wait til the end of the day for it. Cons: Oh shit I'm so tired aaah...

            On another note I have so many stories and projects to chose from and I'm having issues writing anything I feel like keeping. I may start doing myNoise stuff again to get myself out of it. I'm also going to start blogging every Saturday, see how that goes. Ergh... I'm getting a bit frustrated.

Forget it.

I'm going to do the myNoise thing.

Arrrrrrrrrgh.

T.Y.G.E.R.

I Couldn't Think of Anything Else

            I wonder how many times the first word of my blog posts have been 'So.' Anyway, I've been reminded about how much it's easier for me to communicate on skype versus calling someone. Why is summed up in the following list:

1. I CAN SEE THE PERSON'S FACE. This means I don't cut people off midsentence... that happens often.
2. I can actually hear what people are fricking saying 97% of the time. Okay, I can hear people talking on the phone pretty okay, but up to a point and it drives me bonkers.
3. I can show people things. This is useful if I've drawn something.

I got to video chat my friend, and ended up talking for like two hours... hence that.
            Okay, somehow the laptop ran out of battery. It's charging now, but the light is still blinking. I'll end this here.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Character Bio: Preston Mortimer Castor

            So. Still on a block. Working on an art thing. On an Ib kick. So here's another Character Bio.
Name: Preston Mortimer Castor
Nickname(s): Pres/Presto/Princess (insult)/Dracula (insult)
Age: 17
Gender: Male 
Phys. Description: Longish white hair (used to be jet black), silver eyes, narrow face, pointed nose. He's very tall (a little over 6 ft) and lanky. His canine teeth are longer than normal, and he's just a bit sensitive about it.
Personality: He's very much a people person. He likes talking to people. He's extremely persistent when he wants to be, well, when he has a reason to. He tends to be pessimistic but acts otherwise, and is very, very concerned with what people think. He's a frequent liar, and prone to denial.
Family: 
      Brother: Calder Castor. Died in car accident.
      Sister: Amiera Livia Pollux. (Twin)Other: Ability to hear the voices of those about to die, sense a killer by touch, and break any system he can touch. Heir to a powerful company. 
Dreamworld: Luce.
Location: City.
Location Description: A decently-sized, walled-off city.
Task: Break the locks.
There you go. Until next time.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Character Bio: Catherine Parietal

            Day Two of getting jack shit accomplished. Ergh. Must find a story that I can add more than one sentence to before I move on to something else...
Even the myNoise thing is getting hard...
I'll just write another Character Bio, okay? So it's not just me whining.
Here's another OC from the story I'm working on with my friend:
Name: Catherine Parietal
Nickname(s): Cath/Cathy/Queen Catherine (As a joke.)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Phys. Description: Straight, long blonde hair dyed violet at the tips. Eyes are almond-shaped, and a matching violet color, though were originally the same blue as her mother's. About the same height as Peter Clepsydra (5'5"). Narrow-ish face, pointed chin, thin lips that rarely smile unless they need to. Wears makeup. Long fingers with well-manicured nails. Straight build, not very strong or muscular.
            I look up writing reference about this stuff online which is why it's phrased all weird in spots. It's either this or 'Blonde. Violet eyes, but used to be blue. Average height. Thin.' It's hard for me to find the right words to create the most accurate picture of what I have in mind... ugh, sorry.
...In one of the references I found 'Skittle' is apparently a body type... they give some of these the strangest names... 
Personality: The initial impression is that she's the bossiest snob you've ever met. She's competitive, acts very self-confident, and hates being ignored. Of course, first impressions are usually wrong. She is competitive, and she can be a bit bossy, but she just wants to be heard. She's an animal-lover, and very caring (if a bit nosy) when she warms up to a person. She has a quick temper but a complete inability to hold a grudge unless it's something really serious. This temper gets her into a good bit of trouble. She's very quick-witted and resourceful, and used to being self-sufficient. Being a team player does not come naturally for her unless she's in charge. (And even when she's in charge of a small group she ends up trying to everything herself or everyone to do it her way.)
Family: 
     Mother: Morgan Parietal
Other: Can read people's minds by touch, has mind control abilities, and is very skilled at running things smoothly. (From a distance.)
Dreamworld: Noct
Location: Castle
Location Description: Like the name implies, a big ol' stone castle in the middle of an island who-knows-where. Storms/rains a lot.
Task: Escape the Castle
            So there is today's post. Until tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Character Bio: Angel... Perhaps the Start of a Trend?

            SO BORED RIGHT NOW. Shockingly, I'm tired and lethargic and trying to find motivation in this blog thing...
You know what might be interesting to do on here?
Character Bios...
Huh... useful if I could add pictures, but I suppose we'll have to go without for now.
Who should I start with... perhaps someone you're all fairly familiar with: Angel Hawkings.
    Angel Hawkings is about my age, and shows a level of maturity well beyond it. Her parents, Ivy Voila and Leo Hawkings, died when she was young, and she and her nonidentical twin sister Gemini were raised by her uncle, Benjamin Hawkings. The Hawkings twins are half-Avian, half-grounder, and Angel is the winged half of the pair. She is short for an Avian, only average height to an ordinary human. She works as an Advisor of Pentacles for the Mistress of Mirrors, which is a logic-based occupation. As she is the youngest of the Advisers she often feels she has to work twice as hard to validate her place among the four. She is quite brisk with people, and a tad judgmental. Like her uncle she is very used to getting places fast, getting stuff done, and moving on, so she comes across as constantly rushed and impatient. She is very protective of her twin, almost over-protective. She isn't prone to emotional outbursts, and can be exasperated by them. She's used to them because of her sister, but has yet to learn to understand them. She's very determined, very outspoken when she feels something is wrong, which makes her a perfect fit for her job. She does not like being pulled away from her job, or anything that makes her look 'unprofessional', which means she's viewed as something of a stuck up and a prude by her peers. Chrysanthemum, Narcia's daughter, is really the only friend she can speak of, and she shares her with Gemini... and, less willingly, Roan, whom she views as a terrible influence on Chrys. Unintentionally can become gossipy when ranting about things or people she dislikes, meddling, but means well. Mostly she just needs someone to teach her how to be a kid again.
            Well, that was fun... I may do that for the next few posts. Until next time...

T.Y.G.E.R.

A Pointless Ramble

            Okay, so, so far so good. Now to keep this up. Like arranged, there is a new myNoise thing to be found here and a new one will be out and perhaps Lost Rabbit will see some continuation later today.
...Like anyone cares...
            Fuck it, it's already long since been established I'm virtually unknown and I could post any damn thing I want and wouldn't get any shit. Perhaps if I actually started using my Tumblr blog instead...
...nah...
I think the only way I'll eventually get off the ground is by consistently producing content, though my outlets are a bit less versatile than my father's writing still remains to be something I can almost always contribute.
...Jesus fuck stats are depressing.
Really, I should stop looking at them. I don't know why I bother, I mean, I know that they're gonna be pathetic. Oi vay, I should just... put it out of mind.
Did I ever mention I got a new laptop?
Well... that's a thing.
            Let's do daily blogging, I said. It will be fun I said. You literally have nothing better to do than essentially chatter to yourself through text. Whatever am I supposed to talk about everyday? I haven't thought that far. I'll work it out eventually, though... still getting back into the flow. For now though, I'm a bit scatterbrained. I'm still getting used to not having school to worry about. Seeing as I eventually have other things to do today, I'll end this here. Se you soon.

T.Y.G.E.R.

And So It Begins...

            Okay, so today is the last day of school. Next year I'm a junior... cripes, halfway through... So now that the toils of public education are out of the way I have virtually no excuse to not post as regularly as I can, and I can also do more of these.
Which is groovy.
I have decided I like the word groovy... it's fun to say.
            My friend is also coming to visit if all goes well... bah, I'm suddenly exhausted. Good grief. What to talk about.
...And now it is the first day of summer.
...I'm going to see what I can do in the way of clay figurines.
I may update this later.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Don't Stop the Routine, Lily. Keep Going, Lily. "But I Have Nothing to Write About." Just Do It, Lily. "Fine." And Then This Happened.

             Slept 'til one in the morning. Ate a sandwich made of apples, nutella, jelly, blue frosting, and wheat bread (because I'm so health conscious har-har.). It was good. Did nothing. Felt guilty. The end.
This is not a healthy lifestyle people. I don't recommend it.
And did I mention my body seems to be punishing me for having vertebrae?
But enough complaining.
I'm really just at that point were I just want to sleep for as long as I can without being comatose or, you know, dead.
I'm going to try that. Maybe add to this later.
But probably not.

T.Y.G.E.R. 

TA1: Flight the Fourth

             An odd thing of note about my new tablet now. Apparently I have to have the options open to pressure sensitivity to realize it has a pen attached to it. I'll Google a solution to that later...
Paint.NET is starting to annoy me more and more...
But I'll move onto the story thing...
            "Aieeee!" Recently, I rode the Acrophobia with my father at Six Flags. I held misgivings, but it was over in a second. Up and down. And pretty much safe. This was a completely new shock. 
I hated it.
Then I wasn't falling. I hadn't gone splat, but... I opened my eyes and found myself a little less than two feet above the ground. "Oof!"
And then gravity started existing again. "Ow... What is going on?" I whined into the dirt. "FINE I'LL HELP!JUST TELL ME WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED!" I heard Dave land next to me with a startling thump. "You really can't walk three feet without incident, can you? There was a ladder."
"Sarcasm doesn't help, you know." I looked up. "I don't suppose I did that, did I?"
"That's part of what Mythosfarieantology is."
"Then why couldn't I do it before?"
"How many times have you nearly fallen to your death in your short life?"
"Good point..." I sat up and stared at the now tiny looking little house so far up. "That's a long way up."
To be continued... because I'm a bit lazy...

T.Y.G.E.R.

Okay, So That Thing I Mentioned Last Time...

            Me and a friend of mine are collaborating on a story. I have never done this before... It's for a mystery story writing contest. It is much harder than I thought, reason one being someone has to die, whether because of her insistence or the simple fact that murder mysteries are the simpler mysteries to write. We disagree a lot. I can't hold interest in a particular storyline. I like the first idea that we decided wasn't really a mystery. Mysteries are amazing to read, surely. Writing them, much like anything, is completely different.
It's waxing mildly frustrating.
Now it's very late and I am tired.
Sorry for keeping this so late... like anyone cares.
As you can tell, we didn't make much progress.
            My sister worried me today. Not the usual worries. A different kind of worry. A less funny sort of worry. A dreadfully common ailment for my generation and nearly all grownups of these times. It sort of snuck up on me.
            It was a simple enough start. She intruded my room muttering 'Mangas... mangas...' and began scouring my bookshelf. I have all of three, all based of actual novels. All merely holdovers from when I was teaching myself the style. On more of a whim than anything, I handed her A Wrinkle in Time and told her to read that instead. After all, I had read it around her age and I had loved it.
The little socialite outright refused, laughing.
I begged, I coaxed, I gave a vain shot at reverse psychology. This escalates into a scuffle. An actual scuffle between my strong, stubborn insisting she read the book or sit down and let me read to her and her 'I don't like reading, I won't!' attitude. For a considerable longer time than I would normally put toward any physical effort I was making a fool of my scrawny self trying to drag her away from the door. I kid you not. Finally I pulled the wimpy, effortless maneuver called 'Tell Parents to Force Her.' It is a empty win, sometimes hard to correctly enforce, but in the end I was reading it to her and she was listening and for a while I felt I had accomplished something. I didn't quite get the message across... according to her summary she was absorbing about as much as an infant could absorb the entire history of World War Two. After I let my disapproval be known she said many similar things that were denied to Mom two seconds later. "I don't have an imagination." "I have an imagination, but don't use it." and finally "I have an imagination, but don't want to use it now..." It's always an unsettlingly funny thing to watch Rose edit herself as she speaks, pretending the world has a backspace button and we all don't realize what a scarily bone-headed thing she just said. 
I am a reader, and by whatever god there is, my sister will be too. Comics and anime is tolerable enough. Fine in moderation. But they cannot, will not, if I have anything to say, be the contents of her entire literary background, with few exceptions. Sorry, enough ranting, it's nearly midnight.

T.Y.G.E.R.

A Severe Lack of Focus Here

            Hello... I very nearly skipped today but have decided to go on because... I'm stubborn. Not all the time, but I said I was going to write something every single goddang day and I'm not going to break the routine all of six days later because (once again) I have no idea what's going to be in this thing until I'm done. I have a habit of forgetting I have a draft folder. And there are things in it. Not things worth posting, mind you, but just exit out of the Make a New Post thing it stores what it last autosaved there if you don't publish it. Most of my drafts were just blank. One had a single sentence. That was about it.
            I'm trying to be productive, I really am. Why is it so hard? Okay, this is going to be a reeeeaaally short one. I'll end this here. 

T.Y.G.E.R.

Don't Worry, Only a Fraction of This is Actually About School

I hate school.
So, so much.
....................

So!
            On a different note, the week off school equals more writing! Hopefully... If I don't dedicate the vacation from simply recovering from school. That would be terrible. Well, anyway:
           You guys know about my story The Lost Rabbit? {Here}It mentions Bunny, my childhood toy. Now, I'm a bit of a curious person, so I see this thing called 'Overgrowth' on YouTube, and I click on it. Just because I've seen it before and I wondered what it was about. As it turns out, it's a 'sandbox' game or something. And the character is a bunny. 
Do you see where I'm going with this?
Yeah, it was a brown bunny. Okay, so, I watch this and I'm thinking 'Okay, this is a bit gory and gross, but kinda interesting. Not really my thing, I don't think...' And I'm watching the guy occasionally fail and listen to him babble and maybe laugh at him a little bit. (It was late, I wanted something funny to keep me awake, so I clicked on a Let's Play. Nothing could really annoy me at that point.) And then all of a sudden my brain goes "Hey, this looks like an American McGee's version of your Bunny." And won't shut up about it. So I just disturbed myself. Ever done that? Y'Know, thought something you could live your whole life without ever considering, and quite happily, too, but you thought it and it changes your point of view forever.
That's what I happened.
At least, at like, five minutes to midnight and still watching the video it seemed that way. At the time.
            Yeah. So brace yourselves. A whole week of me off school.
I'm going to be posting A LOT of stuff.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Blogger, Why Did You Spam Comments I Didn't Want Spammed?

            My Aunt Becky mentioned that she didn't see the comments she posted on my blog. I didn't really know what happened, until today. For absolutely no real reason I clicked the 'you spammed this stuff' icon while messing around on the Design settings. A bunch of stuff that didn't deserve to be spammed showed up!  What the heck. It was like the time I got an e-mail from someone and the moment I get around to viewing it it had magically disappeared. 
            I'm also trying to promote my blog. I went and got a Twitter page and messed around with my Google account that I needed to start this in the first place. It's that weird need for views and likes and stuff you get when you post something I guess. Originally I didn't care or really want lots of people looking at my stuff. Now I'm all 'Okay, so I only have two pageviews. I must find out how to get myself out there so there can be more.' 
            Gah, I shouldn't leave to go do stuff in the middle of a blog! I lost my train of thought after the first paragraph, and this one just crashed and burned. I couldn't remember the subjects they were supposed to flow into or the last few sentences I wanted to write. I turn the computer back on thinking 'okay, back to Blogger.' And write the one sentence I remembered before just going blank. So for today, I only have one thing to say.
Blogger, why did you spam people that I didn't want spammed?

T.Y.G.E.R.

My Sister, Thorn

            I wonder if there's a way to get more than seven not-so-different fonts. Well, for now it's just those. So, yesterday I couldn't think of anything to write... And still don't have any idea of what to write. But I'm writing because A: rants are apparently popular so far on the poll. B: I have to, because I'll die of boredom if I don't (among other things.) 
            So yesterday absolutely NOTHING happened. Well, my sister's headphones shorted out so she was begging/trying to blackmail (me)/demanding (once again: me) everyone else to 'borrow' theirs. So mom let her use hers. Which she then lost. I found them ten minutes after I let mom use mine for her MP3 player at work and she left. No biggie, except I'm silly enough to hand them to my dear sister who thinks she's still entitled to unlimited use of it--at least till mom get's back. Dad bursts her bubble, she throws a tantrum, and once again shows off her supernatural ability to ruin everyone's day all in one go.
            The reason headphones are such a big deal is that our laptop speakers are slightly lousy, and we both prefer headphones. Only my sister, who will start arguments insisting she has a monopoly on a particular type of soda or cereal, would turn something like that into a national crisis. She's absolutely great, but she's like the girl with the curl. When she's good, she's very, very good.
And when she's bad, she's horrid.

T.Y.G.E.R