Short Little Nothing

            Today I had a dream where a friend and I had to travel back in time to a school suspiciously like my old charter school except it had three floors and was convoluted as anything. When I was finally close to getting back my phone and Laptop started going haywire, and I just barely made it to the right room.
The TARDIS has finally penetrated my dreams.
             Dad bought me a small carton thingymabob of ice cream and now I'm quite cold. But it was delicious. I am shaking like a leaf though. Netflix was a twat again. I wasted another day, once again.
STOP PROCRASTINATING LILY!!!
I need to go... do stuff... and fail at things... goodbye!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Tangent Adventure One: Flight the Second

Copper, Angel, and I from Lost Rabbit

            This is what I did today! A slightly less crap drawing that led me to experiment further with layers and blurs. It isn't that detailed but I think it's nice. I really like my tablet.
I am also continuing the little story I started. The little tidbits are going to be called 'Flights.' I had a vague idea of how I was going to continue this. It's gone now, oh well. Let's see what happens...

            The first thing I was aware of was sunlight, and for a moment or two I successfully entertained the idea that the ordeal had all been a dream. But unfamiliar voices and the musty smell of old carpet and other fabrics brought me slowly into the waking world, and I was gradually getting more and more alarmed. I make a sound as I sat up and looked around the treehouse that seemed to be made almost exclusively from junk. The windows were plastic instead of glass, the ceiling was a blue cover for something-probably a large car-and the floor was all different sorts of wood and plastic and stone all jammed together like a puzzle. I was lying on a nestlike bed of carpet, woven mats, and raggedy sheets with my robe draped over me like a blanket. I put it on and made my way tentatively to the curtained 'door' into the next room, and without warning it was swept to the side, and I was suddenly face to face with a very groggy Dave. I became angry very fast. He didn't seem to notice. "Oh... you're awake..." I scowled. "You!" I screeched dramatically. "You-kidnapped-me!" He looked up at the ceiling in a I-really-don't-need-this-right-now sort of way, which did nothing but make me angrier. "You knocked me out and kidnapped me!"
"Are we done stating the obvious?" He asked in exasperation. I ignored him. "I still have the bite mark! It still hurts! You..." I struggled to find a non-profantic derogatory scathing enough, failed and trudged on. "Who the heck do you think you are? We had an arrangement! Don't bother me, I don't bother you. We agreed. And what were you on about 'Time and Space?' Do I look stupid?"
"Yes." He replied with a poker-straight face. I think I inhaled most of the atmosphere at that.
"You worm!" I spat furiously. He stiffened. I had actually said something properly offensive. Go me. "T-take me home. Now." I said shakily. I suppose we made a silly picture, a small angry little girl who looked like she just rolled out of bed yelling at a ginormous lizard who actually looked pretty miffed at me right about now. We glared at each other for a second, before he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me into the den. "Darwin! Deal with her-now!" Later I didn't blame him one bit. He was at that level of tiredness about the same as one that had been up until five in the morning, and he was being more civil than I would've been if a teenager had started screaming at me and calling me names. But this was now, and later was a couple of hours from then. Now I hated his guts.
            I found myself face to face with a boy who seemed an odd mixture of Peter Pan, Tarzan, and the scientist from Journey to the Center of the Earth. He was wearing fairly dirty homemade clothes, and the bluest eyes ever and curly brown hair. He looked a little like my dad. Wait... no...
"Hey there, little sister."
"Monkey Boy?!" I shouted-screamed it, really. My Dad's tall tale, the one stupid running joke that he'd teased me with my whole childhood had a shred of truth to it? The one thing I solidly didn't believe was in the woods, even after Dave had snatched me up all those years ago and gave me the whole don't-bother-me-or-I'll-eat-you speech. He looked nowhere near as scary as I'd pictured him. Jeebus. He looked pained, and said he'd never thought he'd hear anyone call him that again. Dave burst out laughing. I frowned. "Wait... you're not old..." I said suspiciously. "You look about my age..."
"Well my dear, that's where Mythosfarieantology comes in," Said a third, older voice. "And a little of the study of Timespace Realitivity." I looked around wildly. "Oh what now?!" I moaned. Darwin rolled his eyes and pulled out a pair of weird, circular glasses with teal-colored glasses. "Here, I forgot your eyes haven't adjusted yet. You can keep those, we've got plenty." I examined them skeptically. "Put them on!" Ever curious, I did. They behaved normally at first, making everything look all green, but then everything felt all tingly and for a minute or two there was nothing but white, then everything went clear. Not just normal colors but like the first time I put on glasses. But sharper, better. "Whoa." I blinked. "Who in the worlds are you?"
"That's my teacher, Lily." Darwin said loftily. "Professor Farneer."
Okay, things are becoming clearer... not really. More will be elaborated on tomorrow, as well as what the l Mythosfarieantology is and why I couldn't see Prof. Farneer without special glasses. To be continued... tomorrow.
And there's Flight the Second of I'm Bored So I'm Off to Save the World. Otherwise known as Tangent Adventure One. More soon,

T.Y.G.E.R.

In a Rush!

            Okay, a super short update:

• We started our mystery.
• I also started other things.
• Hung out with Rose's friends for a bit.
• Ceased to be productive upon arriving home.
• Don't want to break my posting streak.
• Will make a proper post tomorrow.

And there you have it! Goodnight!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Stat!

             I wanted to rant about this yesterday when I ran into it again. I like seeing that people look at my stuff. I like checking the statistics and find out where my views are coming from. So when I see 'vampirestat.com' come up with three slightly different URLs a bazillion times each, I click on one out of pure  curiosity. This was a mistake, as I was informed of after googling it.
Note to self: Look up websites instead of just clicking them.
As far as I can see, if you give it attention, it comes back a bunch more. Wonderful. Just fantastic.
            Let me spell this out for everyone once and for all, because I feel like I've said this a lot. I just want to be read. By people. I want to know someone-I don't care (I slightly care, 'cause y'know. Crazies.) who-has come across my stuff and either like or doesn't like it or is just 'meh'. I'm not really advertising any sort of product I'm just shoving something out into the open and saying 'now go look at it'. I also would like it if it was easier to find other people's stuff. I don't want any crap thrown at me from out of nowhere.
         All that aside, I am really no longer in a ranty sort of mood. I am a pretty calm person, as opposed to my sister's 'YOU BREATHED WHILE I AM ANGRY NOW YOU MUST DIE!!!' attitude. This is only made worse by her new-found interest in anime, which has thrown her into an emotional tizzy that we in the rest of the family really don't need. And she now has started calling me 'Grell' when I annoy her, which seems to be always. This same anime might also be behind her recently acquired tea habit. And don't get me started on her Hetalia thing. I never really went through an anime phase. It was more of a 'I want to learn how to draw anime because their style is semi-realistic yet still doable.' thing than anything. Couldn't stand the animated stuff (It's something about the voices and the voice acting.) and would get bored with the mangas. I actually surprise her friends when I recognize characters (I'm not totally ignorant, I come across tidbits on the internet.) but the simple difference is that I know of them, not that I actually watch the show. 
At least Doctor Who sort of bridges the culture gap.
         Tumblr sort of bugs me. I have this second blog for it that I barely do anything with. I started out with the impression that I could post stuff and tried to do like my cousin and reblog cool artsy stuff, but I just sort of lapsed into this sort of mind-numbed silence occasionally punctuated by a 'Link to My 'Real' Blog!' That gets buried under the massive output of what else I've followed. Everybody drowns everybody out with pictures or a small burst of text or GIFs. And that's the particular bin most of my day goes to.
Gosh, I just go on and on during these. This was just supposed to be one or two paragraphs.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad

Look at my blog, I said.
I posted some new things, I said.
Make comments, I (think I) said.
...
Why do I let my parents on my blog again?
How about I write my thoughts on the subject in a fairly entertaining way?
{The green italics are the little reasonable voice in my head.}
[The red bold font is the annoying, bratty emotions.]
(This normal font is me.)
Basically it's viewing my reason and impulse and myself as three separate people. I actually think this will be kind of fun, hypothesising how different aspects of myself would interact...
*            *            *
A: It's polite, you can't just tell him to leave you alone forever. B: You like having feedback. ANY FEEDBACK. And C: Remember that time you deleted his comment because you didn't like it? Remember how guilty you were? Remember how hurt he was?
Oh, shut up. He's always tries to be funny and it's just NOT, okay--
Haven't we established that your-our-my sense of humor {if we-me-you have one at all} and his are very different, and it's a free country. You-we-me need to just deal with it.
Um, I think I'm being forgotten in all of this.
What the heck is with the multiple pronouns?!
Technically, you and I and her are the same person, therefore my opinion is you all's and vice-versa.
No it isn't.
I actually agree with--let's refer to you as Emotions for all intents and purposes--Emotion here. We wouldn't be having this 'conversation' here if we all agreed. You (Reason) and Emotion are separate trains of thought I'm trying to sort out. We are pretty much one person (and in all other circumstances you don't exist and probably won't again when I finish this.)(I'd go crazy if this was how I solved everything.) you are right at that. But we obviously don't share opinions.
That's kinda depressing. [About not existing.]
Technically, we don't exist now. We're a dramatization of her slight confliction with letting her Dad comment.
Oh, shut up with your Technicallies.
Technicalities.
Arrrgh... You and I are not going to get along at all.
I don't see what the argument is. He means well, and you-us like knowing he likes what you do.
Even if he is a bit weird. Face it, we're kind of boring.
Downright dull.
Yeeeaaaaaah...
Maybe it's a bit like stealing your thunder.
That's it. Oi! Someone give me a metaphorical large blunt object. Anything at all. I'm not picky.
Oh god, my inner Rosie...
I don't think you should be making her angry at YOU.
Screw it! I gots CLAWZ!
I think it would be kind of fun to write how this all plays out...
YOU. ARE. HORRIBLE!

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.

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.

Coraline, Doctor Who, and Fairies made of Plastic Flowers

            I'm baa-ack! Hello again, unseen audience of random people! Darn you, school, you suck out all my energy I could put towards doing cool things. Like writing. And learning how to draw better. And making little flower fairies. Yeah, that was fun. That's totally how I'm going to spend the weekend!
...
What the heck is wrong with me?
Jeez...
            So anywho... my life is ennui. (ohn-wee) That's one of our vocabulary words, it means boring in french. Which means I need to get my imagining muscles flexed and working, high school has made them go all stiff. Thinking... Thinking...
I need to learn how to laugh in a foreign accent.
The book Coraline is brilliant. Just saying. Her mom's all 'Where did you go we're supposed to be shopping!' And Coraline goes 'I was kidnapped by aliens but wore a disguise and talked funny and got away.' Like my dad. I asked him what Doctor Who was about once. He told me it was about these clones (Doctor Who, When, Where, What, and How.) And he had the comic around somewhere. This sounded amazing and I asked him 'What about Doctor Why?' He said questions like that made him run away. He then told me about him and a friend walking down from the... Colorado Mountains, I think, and coming back to find Doctor What in his blue lab coat and a disassembled electric guitar (not his, so no worries) and a blender. Or something. Can't really quote it verbatim. So I couldn't wait to find out more. Sadly, the comic was something I had already read and was nothing like what he described. Neither was Doctor Who. I still like it, but Dad's version sounded more exciting. I think I'm going to write a story about those Doctors. That would be fun. I could connect it to A Wrinkle in Time and... 
Stuff.
            Rant ended. I think I might post my story The Lost Rabbit on Wattpad. I'm going to do that now.

T.Y.G.E.R.