An Announcement!

I will probably regret this later, but I have now decided, as of.... Wednesday, June 5, 2013 on 3:15 PM to try and post something at least once a day, everyday, until school starts. Let's see how well this goes. Even if nothing happens, maybe I'll just make up something  (not make up as in lie, make up as in fiction stuff and maybe story previews or little tangents) on the spot. If anybody has any suggestions (who am I kidding the only one who every comments is my dad and he doesn't ever say anything useful either) comment. I kind of like comments. I would really, really like it if someone commented. 
I now return you to your regular browsing session.

T.Y.G.E.R.

And Sudden Inspiration Strikes!

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.

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.

Look! Links! You can click them! .....................Please?

Hey, remember when I used to write on Wattpad?
              I'm baaaaaaack. And I made this:
Dream Sequence   
And this little mini-thing:
Forget-Me-Not and Other Strange Stories Preview
AND NO ONE HAS LOOKED AT IT AT ALL.
So this is me promoting them because of the same reasons I briefly mentioned a bonkabazillion months ago. And I just saw I have 1200 pageviews even. So yay. Even numbers! 
             So the Car Show thing I ranted about was got out of the way. It wasn't nearly as tiresome as I thought it'd be, even if I did stay up to two in the morning. Lack of foresight on me.  Now that looming thing is out of the way, my required effort for school has gone down 20%. It's almost May, and we have 19 days left as of Monday, and that's not counting weekends. Now it's just bus, cafeteria, gym, spanish, civics, band, bus, home, repeat as necessary for a little bit longer. Now the only thing is the Spring Concert.
            I'm not sure how to wrap this up, I really just wrote this to link my Wattpad stuff and it just looked so empty. It's the point of the year when the sun's getting all shiny and weather is not oven-y fiery death and it's all green and flowers outside...
... and I am a glowering zombie putting as little effort into existing as possible.
Because school is at that point where it's so close to summer and suddenly we have ten-day school weeks and it seems like it's so close and yet... so... far...
Okay, so I'm bored now. I'll be back when something actually stimulating happens.
Like if the Doctor comes over.
Or Bunny gains the ability to speak english.
'Bye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

I Can See the End!

            We are slooooooowly inching our way to the end of the school year. Honestly, it should've ended last week, but nooo. Four weeks and two. Goddang. Days. Until. Freeeeeedom. And then I can spend days without counting up until friday. And then the horrible gnawing sense of despair haunting all of Sunday. Yep. Dread, resignation, determination, elation, contentment. And Saturday I have to go to a school event for a grade. And I found out my parents have to pay to get in. I understand this. I dislike it. But I understand.
            So thanks to weather our internet signal is being a twat. And I haven't got enough willpower to put up with a petulant Youtube. I don't think anybody does really. When it decides it doesn't want to work, it's not going to work. Spotify is cutting out every five seconds, and this sort of thing makes me a really annoying person. 
            Okay. I'm done ranting. You've probably all left by now. Bye, those people... hmm. Soooo... yeah. Oooh! Today on that ten-minute news thing our Civics teacher shows us there was a bit: Apparently you can sign up to get sent over to Mars in '22. BUT YOU CAN NEVER COME BACK.
Us Doctor Who fans know that can't turn out well.
Sorry, but Waters of Mars has cemented my decision to not move to a new planet. Thanks. G'Bye, bye!
But I'll be 23 when they get sent off, how flippin' cool is that?!
             Now I have started a new paragraph under the assumption I still have things to say. I want to blab about my new characters. But I sorta need to draw you people a picture. Literally. It's just easier than taking a jab at a describing what now is actually pretty vague. All the other times I've explained I had my journal to point at and say 'This is who this is.' and 'Ignore my caricature of the 11th Doctor, I was practicing drawing profiles.' Among other things. I'll get back to this when the internet's better.

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.