Yeah, So Remember How I Said Every Other Day... I'm Working On It

            Okay, so yesterday I realized it was July now. I was actually weirdly upset. And It's not just because my sister woke me up with Pop-its and wouldn't shut up about fireworks. 
     Two days later, the fourth of July has passed, and we saw Jurassic Park in 3D. That was fun. I tried to add to my Tangent Adventure, but the more I try the worse it gets. I'm not going to just toss the idea outright, but... 
              Alright. Blogging. I will do this! Not in any sort of timely manner at this point, but I will do this!
I forcibly tore myself away from listening to music that I don't really like on Youtube to 'do something productive' and you know how I have a nasty habit of turning a matter of I'm going to see if I could get to any of the things listed in Steal Like an Artist by Austin Kleon, which is a brilliant book I would recommend you take a look at if you are interested in how-to books that are sort of not how-to books and more a collection of genuinely good advice in a brief ten chapters with interesting pictures. It had a few things that you could do that worked for him. These were my plans:

1. Make a Digital Desk and an Analog Desk (or move my Laptop, CD whatchamajig, and Tablet things away from everything else.
2. Start making a 'swipe file.'

This is what it turned into:

1. Make a Digital Desk and an Analog Desk (or move my Laptop, CD whatchamajig, and Tablet things away from everything else.
2. ORGANIZE ALL THE THINGS!!!... except my bookshelf. Also dusting!
3. [Try to] start making a 'swipe file.' Manage little.

On the plus side everything is pretty and clean! Except my bookshelf. I kind of like it.

            I've been having some really weird dreams lately... the best being the Doctor Who plus Inception plus something Chell Howe would get into which, sadly, ended way before anything good happened. The worst being the most recent where I got hit by a car. Yeah. Don't ask. I've actually been trying to write down what happens and the results have been amusing. My mind is a weird, weird place.

I quite like it.

            So on that note, I am finally finished with this goddang thing. I will publish this now, goodnight.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Warning: Lots of Whining and Excessive Use of Caps Lock

            Yeah, so I broke the streak. I was watching Inception with my dad okay?! I can't do this, writing stuff every day is HARD. But it lasted for twenty-three posts. That's much longer than I expected! Let's try for every other day, just so I have time to let myself not worry about this thing. I started this for fun and I want to keep it fun, and lately things have just seemed to get crappier and crappier. 
And no one wants that.
On another note, I AM SO ANGRY I THINK I MIGHT CRY.
You know how I said my pen stopped working unless pressure sensitivity tests were on?
NOW IT DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT!
I replaced a pen tip. I put in a new battery. IT HATES ME NOW AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
It's a beautiful display of karma, or perhaps irony, that this would happen RIGHT after I whine about not having Photoshop, and my dad and I have this talk about working with what you have and he wants to see me drawing on it more before he starts feeding my 'give the mouse a cookie' nature and come back all 'Yeah! I'm going to do that thing!' All motivated and happy. And it doesn't work. As far as I know, it's not the Tablet. The tablet acknowledges that it is coming in contact with the pen. 
Admittedly, my first thought was 'ROSIE!' because she nudged it earlier and I was worried because the pen, sadly, is delicate and the whole big sticker saying LEAVE PEN TIP UNTOUCHED WHEN NOT IN USE that I left on there. But it's been knocked around quite a bit, and it makes a cruel sort of sense that they would make the pen that comes with it to break so you have to buy a new one. A replacement is only ten dollars or something BUT THAT'S A DODGY TRICK AND I DON'T LIKE IT.
(...dodgy...?) Nevermind.
Now I am afraid to ask if I can buy a new pen with my birthday money because I JUST AGREED TO A LECTURE ABOUT DEALING WITH WHAT YOU GOT! And now I've got a... yep, still not working pen and I tablet I WANT to use. UNIVERSE WHY TODAY?! WHY WITH THIS!? 
I genuinely hate everything right now.
And I feel bad for being mean to Rosie.
She takes that stuff way too hard.

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.

Six Flags

            Yeah, so my last post was a bit weird... And I meant to write about our trip to Six Flags opening day, which was ruined by evil cheerleaders and the only ride we went on was the Cyclone. Then Rosie dragged us to Bugs Bunny Land and went on Tweetie's Clubhouse. That was painful to watch. (Her 'WTH am I doing?' face though...) It's like Acrophobia... but so lame it doesn't even amuse 90% of the toddlers. They don't so much fake the kids out, they downright rock them to sleep... 
             Okay, in a terrific show of why I shouldn't just leave in the middle of a post. (I just did it again, too.) We've suddenly fast-forwarded to the second day of Spring Break. We went to Six Flags again Easter, the exact opposite of opening day. I rode many rides multiple times and Rosie went on two whole rides (I think. She didn't count the log ride as a coaster.).
And now we're going again with one of Rose's friends. Yay.

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.

Adventure!

            Okay, so here I am, exhausted, weighed down by fast food, and draped over my desk. But this is a good thing. Why? I'll tell you. Glued to the computer all week, the excitement of High School numbed to a repetitive monotony, one uneventful today my Dad and I share the need to get out and be in the world. Thus, I spontaneous trip to Little Five Points! It's the weirdest place I've ever been. I saw a girl busking with her tuba, a six or seven foot tall woman that Dad told me was probably a cross-dresser. People there are the weirdest and that's just what I adored about it. We looked through a ton of the stores and I discovered that I had a liking for hats. There were places like Psycho Sisters, crazy stores full of wigs and neon fairy wings and more subdued places like the Clothing Warehouse. At the end of the day, we went to an ice cream place and I tried the Fish 'n Chips. It was just good fun all around.
            And that people, was my day. Tomorrow, I think I might seriously consider putting multicolored streaks in my hair. Just in case you all care. So, unseen audience of random people, what do you think? I'm reaching out for feedback here. I don't care if it's about the post, the state of the economy, or the new poll. I know you're reading this! The stat log told me!

T.Y.G.E.R. 

Scribblings of Mine: Now With Pictures

            Woo! I have finally successfully  scanned and uploaded a drawing without our legally-blind scanner ruining it. It took me foreeever. It's me, Rainy Rabbit, and Max fending off Boredom Monsters. It was also my first time coloring something on the computer. So many bright colors... And I still have to figure out shading.
            About the 'creative' technology in our house: It gets sick enjoyment out of messing things up. I'll be all like 'this is a great picture! I should scan it onto the computer and share it with the world!' And my parent's computer and mentioned scanner is all like 'Nope let's be like that lady who messed with that Jesus painting and make the colors all horrible and crap.' And then I call mom and dad for help and we make all these revisions to it to make it show up better until it is damaged beyond repair and I give up. Dad is constantly talking about throwing all of it out the window. 
            But all things aside, I'm glad this one's finished. I'm learning to draw bigger, and to use a ruler. A lot. So much perspective in this picture.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Allergies/My Amazing Ability To Go Off Topic Once Again

            Stupid allergies. I feel like crap in the morning and get better before I can get out of school. Then I come home and my body's like: "Oh, let's make her feel miserable when she can't benefit from it!" This is what I get for going outside. Which is ironic because:
My childhood:
Outside: (Grabs red beret, brown exploring jacket, and frog jump rope while humming the Indiana Jones theme song.) "Allergies? Nope, never had 'em, never will. Wanna play treasure hunters?"
Inside: (Ballerina outfit. Tiara worn upside down because I was being a princess superhero. Spinning for no apparent reason.) "What is this 'motion sickness' you speak of?"
School: (Actually TALKING TO PEOPLE!!! *gasp* Wearing random dress I like because I have it and if I don't wear it than what's the point?) "I'm making a newspaper, want to help?"
If I saw three or more crayola markers in one setting, I had to stick them together and wave them around.
I read the Landry News by Andrew Clements and made my own newspaper with my friends.
I cried when I waited all day for recess to pass them out and they took them away while I was gone.
I was dang weird.
I realized people expected me to be different when I went to sixth grade. I learned how to play the trumpet and went to honor band. They gave us a short break to get some exercise or something, the area was a grassy hill. I remember wandering down a ways and sitting down thinking: What the heck are we supposed to do? After awhile I accidentally tumbled down the hill. And accidentally did it over and over again on purpose until somebody acknowledged my weirdness and hurt my feelings a bit. I then spent the next to years of my life working out the difference between being a kid and being a kid that is supposed to go a school day without recess.
Me now:
Outside: Nope.
Inside: I'm going to work on my stories. No YouTube, go away. Aw, what the heck.
(Hours later) Starting to write. "Get off the computer." Mom! I'm writing! "Now."
(Get's off)
Has inspiration.
Darn it.
School:So...much...shyness...cannot...even.
I hate it when the class ends and you haven't finished doodling.
I worry about making the facial expressions I make in my daydream when I'm spacing out.
I think I was more fashionable when I was six than I am now.
            So, I go off on another tangent about my life. But this time it was actually vaguely connected to my previous topic. Progress!

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.