Oh... Hi. Yeah, I'm Back *Waves Casually as If I Wasn't for Nearly a Month*

            So in 0.5 seconds of my friend being here I realized that to juggle my self-imposed schedule (SPELLED IT RIGHT FIRST TIME OH MY GOD YES!) while appreciating the fact that my very best friend that I haven't seen since about last fall was here in glorious 4D was not only idiotic but would be kinda disrespectful (probably?) and I have been busy doing things with her and she might very well be coming for winter break who knows? I hope so.
So sudden hiatus was put on everything.
Not complaining, I had fun. Lost track of the days of the week. Let time stretch out.
I'm not apologizing for putting things on hold, I'm just announcing that things'll resume.
Oh and we started collaborating on a story.
            The tale behind that is interesting in itself, as it was conceived from the stupid 95% dead Homestuck RP we were doing, having just watched The Awakening on Netflix, and it being about two in the fucking morning and we decided to make a ghost hunter AU for the RP.
            The moment I sat in front of my laptop I had no idea how to go about it, so my frazzled brain went 'fuck it.' And we spent that night having decided to change the last names of her OCs and the full names of mine (I had picked them from Free Thought, Relativity, and Mind Games. And thus, those OCs have another alt version of themselves. I tend to do that a lot, not sure if it's laziness, as the characters are distinctly different, but then again even without the alt versions accounted for I have many, many, many OCs and it's hard to keep track of 'em all. Plus it's interesting exploring how the different circumstances shape the characters into almost an entirely new person. J. Jones from Relativity and Louis Callibre from Free Thought are Alt Selves and they're as different as night and day with only a few core ideals and loyalties in common. Not that I've explained their characters online yet... I will in time.
            When we finally got off of name meaning websites and finished arguing about how the fuck you pronounce 'Graeae' out loud, we got to the plot. Prepare for shitty semi-accurate but poorly-phrased summary:
            Eight kids are targeted for extraordinary abilities they possess, and four individuals that all of them are indirectly connected to are asked to figure out a way to protect them. They need to be hidden, of course, but that will only do so much. One puts forth a sort of experiment, nearly a game. Proposes the idea to make the kids into a team, and teach them how to use their ability to defend themselves. Most of them are strangers to one another, with a few exceptions. Each kid is put in an isolated location, given a task, a tool, and means to communicate with the other eight kids as well as near-constant supervision from the four. Finishing the task means finding or activating a teleportation network between the eight locations, thus being able to meet the rest in person. (The four originally thought that they would have everything sorted shortly after they completed their goal... spoilers) 
            So it's basically a bunch of teens arguing with each other and trying to use powers a few of them didn't even know hey had, or did and couldn't control or didn't want them, and four grownups trying to babysit them and trying not to get killed while trying to hunt down the person/organization responsible for the huge fucking mess. We have a lot of ideas and we're wondering how exactly this is gonna be layed out, but it's fun.
            So I wasn't totally inactive all that time, and when my friend gets back online maybe you'll be hearing more on these characters... I'll get more specific too, which will be good. 
Until tomorrow, (Finally, am I right?)

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.

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.

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.

Tangent Adventure 1: Flight the First

            Don't you hate it when a day goes by and you realize you have done nothing productive. Well, you straightened out your disaster of a closet, and did what your parents asked. But other than that-nada. Sigh, I almost wish Dave would act up again, just to break the boredom... But no more spiders. Spiders are off limits. Especially those of the large, tarantula-like variety. I do not need that kind of stuff in my life. 
I should be careful what I wish for.
And no sooner had I said that than the giant newt himself materialized in my doorway, nearly putting me into cardiac arrest, the jerkface. Me and my big mouth. 
And here is the start of my first great (tangent) adventure!
             I don't know what was more terrifying, the sudden, intimidating sight he was, the thought of my parent's reactions to his intrusion, or the fact that from what I could read from his weird reptilian face, he seemed scared. He didn't even laugh when I tumbled off my chair with my hands pressed over my mouth to mute my startled shriek.
It must be serious.
Unfortunately I was much too ticked at him for the last two astute observations of mine to register, and I am afraid I was quite rude.
"What-the-Hades you fff-freaky fish thing!" I hissed, throwing my two pillows at him and nearly my plushie TARDIS at him before I realized that I actually cared if he tore that into teddy bear stuffing or not. "What are you doing up here? What if my parents see you? What if-" I let out another frightened shriek as he took a step closer. I backpedaled into my bed, just as something started to bang on my window really hard.
     Dave blinked hard, trying to see past the glare of my bedside lamp. "Skinnybones?" He said, though it sounded more like 'Shkinthybohnthsh.' That's what he calls me by the way. Creep. I stood very still, glaring. "What do want?"
"Pack your things. You're going on a trip." He threw me my bath robe. So I was going Arthur Dent style-y was I? Okay then, just let me get my towel... "Buzz off, muck-breath." I snapped. "You're not supposed to be here." I was pushing my luck, I could tell. I flinched as whatever it was rapped on the window again. He growled quietly. "Skins, if you knew what was at stake you'd trust me." I smirked. "What's at stake then, pond-scum." (If you think I'm being harsh, just remember we've been a thorn in each other's side for most of my life, and he was a bit like the two mummy's that used to hang out in my closet. Except he hasn't vacated the premises yet.) I thought fast. Okay, first I'll throw the bathrobe in his face...
"The entirety of Space and Time."
I burst out laughing and didn't stop until the window behind me shattered and Dave whisked out of it-carrying me with him."Daaave! Ow! You bit me! You just bi-ugh..." Did you know Amphiblagons had knock-out type venom? I didn't. I slumped over in mid-squirm, one arm in my robe sleeve, and out like a light. Not exactly how you'd picture someone going off to save Time and Space. If Dave was telling the truth and had not just finally had enough of me...
So will I save Time and Space? Will Dave tell me what's going on? Will he eat me? All questions will be answered tomorrow, same place, roughly the same time. Maybe. Stay tuned...
To be continued. This is going to be a thing I do, a little episode-story-thing as I go. I think it might be fun. You can tell me what you think. Please?

T.Y.G.E.R.

Everything Block

            I think my brain is legitimately malfunctioning. I try to do something creative, but I keep running into invisible walls. 'I want to draw this!' Suddenly acutely aware of my artistic limitations. 'I want to write this thing!' *Sound of heart monitor flatlining* (That is what goes through my brain whenever I open Word Document nowadays.) And I keep getting ideas faster than I can expand on them. 'I have an Idea!' Poof. It's gone forever. Bleh. And considering the internet's been down for THE WHOLE WEEKEND you'd think I'd have done something productive.
            I think I should google 'summer art classes nearby' or something, just so I have some incentive to interact with people and learn how to draw something besides people. (Like buildings or nature, part of my trouble now is my complete lack of knowledge in stuff like perspective or sketching trees that actually look like trees instead of that technique I learned in... what? Third grade? And being able to draw buildings that aren't just blocks with rectangles drawn on.) Something fun, like those arts and crafts things the library had when I was little(er). I liked those.
Oh, and I still need to read that book over the summer for creative writing class...
Bedtime now, Goodbye!

T.Y.G.E.R.

This Doesn't Even Deserve a Title

            Okay, so now today is the first day of summer. I wanted to wait 'til now because I thought I'd have more to write about... (I don't.) Concert band played Pomp and Circumstance and stuff at graduation. I have never realized how dull Pomp and Circumstance is until I actually had to play it. So there's that. Funnily enough, my brain doesn't seem to know it's summer yet. Rosie's week was all fun and cool stuff and my school was it's normal routine until the very last day (today) when everything was just one final test and doing next to nothing. I was both painfully bored and grateful, it was the most enjoyable school's been all year. We watched a bit of the Tintin movie in band. I enjoyed that. 
            Saturday, ten forty-seven AM. I should really do something productive like write or draw or something. I should... I'm trying to do this but... sigh. Lazy day. Yaaaawn. Kinda sleepy.
Aaaaand I completely wasted most of the day.
Goodbye.

T.Y.G.E.R.