I drew another thing on my tablet some time ago-ta da... I tried drawing Michelle Howe from Chell Howe and the Interdimensional Doctors and I'm not quite sure how much I like it. Well actually I kind of do, but I'm never particularly positive about these sort of things... Oh well! I might start drawing other story characters... Might... I should stop promising things.
Spam is still happening, and it's still mildly depressing. Though I figure it'll just keep happening as long as I'm posting as often as I'm posting. (It started when I began the 1-entry-a-day thing.) But that's not that important.
Absolutely nothing happened today. Again. Nothing at all. I drew in my notebook. Read some more of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Ended up working on a story I didn't need to work on instead of being productive. Came up with an idea for another one. Didn't start it for fear it'll end up either ruling my brain for the next couple of weeks or just become another title that sits in the My Documents folder, judging me. Sigh. Was alternatively bored, hungry, bored, very hungry, guilty for not doing my own projects, and annoyed. Tried to look up Matilda on Netfix and it was unavailable. Stupid Netflix. Clicked on Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends instead and wouldn't play. Screw you Netflix. Decided to write a blog entry.
And here we are.
I'm surprised I haven't been eaten by Boredom Monsters yet.
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Hello everyone! So today I rode in/drove a go-kart, terrified my sister, and got attacked by a number of stowaway spiders. It's a good thing I'm not especially arachnaphobic. Or afraid of fast things. Rose apparently is. Really should have seen that coming. Maybe it was just the fact that it was me in the driver's seat. I thought I was quite good. I definitely had fun.
God, I really shouldn't just leave in the middle of these things. It shouldn't take a span of hours to write a few paragraphs.
Dad said I could go to the library tomorrow. I haven't really been back there in a long time, mostly because it always seems to close so soon or not quite have what I want for reasons of pfft... who knows? And I can always just go to the BIG bookstore in Ashley Park and just read a bunch of books while there. If it wasn't about as organized or as constant as the YouTube web layout.
And honestly the 'teen' books that are oh-so-popular are really starting to bore me. Futuristic dystopia with a convoluted plot that will make you feel smart for reading, you'll stop understanding it after Chapter Five, but you'll feel clever for trying. Then Romances. Then the kinda generic cop-shows-in-literature form. Honestly, I like books to trick you into reading a genre that you thought you hated, like me with 13 Little Blue Envelopes. Not really fond of romances. Read this without realizing it was categorized as a romance. Loved it much. Saw the little sticker label the school librarians put on a few of the books, and was surprised. It didn't shove the whole 'love' thing down your throat and was geniuenly cute and odd. I liked it. I don't wan't to look at the description of a book and go 'I think I've read this somewhere before...' I want to go 'this looks fascinating, I'll take a look at it.' Books that don't seem to intend to be anything, like a science-fiction or a grownup thing or even occasionally a very light-hearted childish thing. Books that just seems to grow into a theme or an idea or a moral as you read it. Ones you don't start knowing just what to expect.
When I was a kid I decided to pick a book at random that had nothing but an old, faded black hardcover with it's title written in thin, worn gold script exactly twice. I chose that one because it looked mysterious, like it just might come to life. I read it and thought it was great. I have never read it or anything really similar since. God, I didn't even know who the author was. For me this was a time before books were written by people, they were just there and appeared as naturally as I guess... dandelions. Everywhere, always, and flowers even if most people didn't always think so. (This was also before Twilight etc. had come out, so I didn't even know you could have a book that the majority of the people I met strongly disliked.) Also like dandelions, I enjoyed them immensely. Seriously, who has not picked a bouquet of the things at least once in their childhood. Ah, nostalgia. I wasn't even aware that comparison would work out so well. Huh.
You'd think reading is something you just never lose, but it kinda is something you can... fall out of without realizing it. This, I have found, is incredibly dangerous. Especially if you want to write. One doesn't do well without the other. I kind of need to fall back into it. Scratch that, I really need to fall back into it. I want to. But your tastes change as you grow, and you get picky to the point where the school library, though it has plenty of dark almost-grownup things as well as cutesy romantic things and every. Teenage. Vampire novel. In existence. Finding something odd that balances humor with wit and something you don't really get from things like the Maze Runner Series which was a good start but just plain lost me after half of book two. I'm sure there's a way to be confusing and entertaining at the same time, but there comes a point when you want something explained. Even if it's not true, you can be surprised later.
Ha, I talk like I know what I'm on about (I probably don't.), and I could probably go on for a while. Bottom line is I want something odd, different, and a tiny bit funny, if it can. My favorite book since the third grade or so Last of the Really Great Wangdoodles has remained my favorite because it is so dang odd and pretty much unknown (but the author's not, it's the lady who played Mary Poppins, Julie Andrews.) And it's lovely and something just a little like Alice in Wonderland and A Wrinkle in Time.
Wow... it's really late. And I'm hungry. Goodnight, I guess. There's another rant for you.
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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.
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Merry Christmas, guys!
So today I got THE ART BOOK FOR AMERICAN MCGEE'S ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS!! Which probably no one cares about or knows what that even is. Well, that's what Google is for, god dang it. Look it up. Look it up and be forever changed by the awesome darkness that is American McGee's Alice. Unless you're like, ten, then STAY THE FLIP AWAY FROM ALL THINGS AMERICAN MCGEE UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE TRAUMATIZED! I should not write stuff at ten-thirty in the evening. I get into meaningless rants. But American McGee's Alice... Is worth it. Every time. Makes me want to write about a twisted Vivia Drea... but then my sane, wimpy self says no. I will eventually. Probably I'll start it one day at three in the morning when I just don't care about anything anymore.
Yeah, so this is just posting because I say I will do much writing and then nothing happens and there is just pathetic silence on my end. So I'm gonna write something every other day and FINISH THE SECOND CHAPTER OF LOST RABBIT(Here) THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN DRAFTS FOREVER. The characters sound/act so awkwardly, they're hard to write for. It was all like 'oh this is gonna happen, then this, and this and when I publish Chapter One it just "DEAD" I seriously was throwing myself at it every way I could, so It's going to be a short chapter. Wah. Short things are for wimps that can't handle plot.
So like I said! Happy holidays and all that wonderful stuff. Bye.
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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?
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My dad mentioned something about those annoying gibberish things that you have to type to confirm you're a person. I don't understand, is there a computer program people use to comment on stuff? It's not so troublesome, I guess. I'm just not used to it. I've never been to another site that did that.
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This is something I did when I was playing around with Paint.NET. Her name is Maggie. The results of boredom never cease to amaze me. Isn't she the cutest? I wish I had a kitten. Cats are awesome.
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