I LOVE NEW MUSIC.
SO FEED ME.
I actually just heard that Party Rock song, I feel super behind the times here. And I only heard it because of the Homestuck fandom. Hehehe...
What I've been doing to find stuff I haven't heard is going to the library and looking at the CDs they have, and just picking stuff up with interesting album art and song titles. It's worked so far!
Also, this band. I am in love with them.
I'm not sure that it actually says the band name, but it's Tally Hall. In case you were interested.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
(as of recently)
My life has become Homestuck. Sadly, only my younger brother is around to share all that with, so... bummer about being nerdy?
Hehehe, the sketches are totally unrelated, but they're funny when you put them together as a story.
In real life news, my brain hurts. Life is tough.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
SO MANY FEELINGS.
laskgrjhaldsufhgbkdskfoyetwiuyfklhdsvbjk, etc. On and on with the keyboard mashing, that is how my brain looks.
Not entirely in a bad way?
I mean, feelings. I have lots of them.
This isn't making any sense.
Um, let's see. Pennsic was great. I worked, chilled out, adventured, met some new people and just had fun in general.
I have quite a few pictures, but this one is in my top ten. Mostly just for the sign that says "St of Dreams". There was a street called "Good Intentions"! It's not in this picture, sadly, but I saw it! My friend and I were walking back to camp from a party, and I kinda got too excited when I saw it. "MELANIE LOOK THAT STREET IS CALLED GOOD INTENTIONS, OH MY GOSH MELANIE THAT'S HILARIOUS! HAHAHAAA GOOD INTENTIONS!" And she just sort of giggled to humor me. There was this group of people sitting around a campfire nearby and one of them said, "Yes, and this street is called Runestone Highway," and it was funny because the person said it in this tone of voice as if I were retarded and deaf and entirely out of my mind. Which I wasn't. Actually, it was a little annoying, but I kinda left myself open for that one, so it's also amusing.
ANYWAYS.
There was a Tardis leading into one of the camps, and partial pirate ships and sunken castles, and yes. Everything was fantastic.
I find it so hard to describe Pennsic in a way that seems satisfactory to me, unless I can spend about half an hour just rambling on. Maybe an hour. So I'm just going to stop now.
(maybe I'll post some more videos and pictures later)
SO.
Other than that...
I possibly have the best brother EVER.
So I have this sort of emotion/ venting journal thing, and I kinda said that I wouldn't be angry if he read it, but he said that he didn't really want to but then I left it laying around. And laying around. And it just kinda sat on my floor for a while, until I finally had some idea of how I was going to properly illustrate my feelings about something, and then I opened it and a note fell out.
It was glorious.
Maybe it's strange that I'm not upset in any way that he read it, and then gave me feedback on it, except it wasn't really feedback so much as it was... Well. This is where I might lose some people. It was a note from a character in Homestuck. From Karkat, specifically.
It was written in pesterlog format- it started out saying "CG started trolling ?? at 9:38 pm", and then it was Karkat. "HEY. HEY HUMAN." and it went on from there, saying that I shouldn't feel bad because he (Karkat) has it so much worse. Except it was really sweet and just spot on, like if Karkat were trying to cheer me up it would look something like that. And then it ends with "LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. AT LEAST YOU AREN'T ME." and it was just perfect.
I ran downstairs and gave him hugs and kisses and told him that I owed him forever, and he looked very embarassed and said something about "just trying to be a good brother," and it's something like this-
Good sibling, best brother.
Aaah, just thinking about it makes me warm and fuzzy.
Other than that...
I worked last night and I'll work again tonight and I'll probably work for a few nights in a row, and the next time I see my boss I'm going to talk to him about taking up his offer. You see, Eagles has some sort of business connection with Resch's Bakery, and he said that he could try to hook me up with a job there. I mean, I'd be happy just sweeping floors there or whatever, I'd probably get paid the same (yay minumum wage!), but at least I'd be in a bakery environment and it'd be cool to sort of get a feel for things.
So, yes.
Welp, can't think of much else to update this blog thing about. Pictures to come (a few of them have disappeared), soooo...
Ciao?
Not entirely in a bad way?
I mean, feelings. I have lots of them.
This isn't making any sense.
Um, let's see. Pennsic was great. I worked, chilled out, adventured, met some new people and just had fun in general.
I have quite a few pictures, but this one is in my top ten. Mostly just for the sign that says "St of Dreams". There was a street called "Good Intentions"! It's not in this picture, sadly, but I saw it! My friend and I were walking back to camp from a party, and I kinda got too excited when I saw it. "MELANIE LOOK THAT STREET IS CALLED GOOD INTENTIONS, OH MY GOSH MELANIE THAT'S HILARIOUS! HAHAHAAA GOOD INTENTIONS!" And she just sort of giggled to humor me. There was this group of people sitting around a campfire nearby and one of them said, "Yes, and this street is called Runestone Highway," and it was funny because the person said it in this tone of voice as if I were retarded and deaf and entirely out of my mind. Which I wasn't. Actually, it was a little annoying, but I kinda left myself open for that one, so it's also amusing.
ANYWAYS.
There was a Tardis leading into one of the camps, and partial pirate ships and sunken castles, and yes. Everything was fantastic.
I find it so hard to describe Pennsic in a way that seems satisfactory to me, unless I can spend about half an hour just rambling on. Maybe an hour. So I'm just going to stop now.
(maybe I'll post some more videos and pictures later)
SO.
Other than that...
I possibly have the best brother EVER.
So I have this sort of emotion/ venting journal thing, and I kinda said that I wouldn't be angry if he read it, but he said that he didn't really want to but then I left it laying around. And laying around. And it just kinda sat on my floor for a while, until I finally had some idea of how I was going to properly illustrate my feelings about something, and then I opened it and a note fell out.
It was glorious.
Maybe it's strange that I'm not upset in any way that he read it, and then gave me feedback on it, except it wasn't really feedback so much as it was... Well. This is where I might lose some people. It was a note from a character in Homestuck. From Karkat, specifically.
It was written in pesterlog format- it started out saying "CG started trolling ?? at 9:38 pm", and then it was Karkat. "HEY. HEY HUMAN." and it went on from there, saying that I shouldn't feel bad because he (Karkat) has it so much worse. Except it was really sweet and just spot on, like if Karkat were trying to cheer me up it would look something like that. And then it ends with "LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. AT LEAST YOU AREN'T ME." and it was just perfect.
I ran downstairs and gave him hugs and kisses and told him that I owed him forever, and he looked very embarassed and said something about "just trying to be a good brother," and it's something like this-
Good sibling, best brother.
Aaah, just thinking about it makes me warm and fuzzy.
Other than that...
I worked last night and I'll work again tonight and I'll probably work for a few nights in a row, and the next time I see my boss I'm going to talk to him about taking up his offer. You see, Eagles has some sort of business connection with Resch's Bakery, and he said that he could try to hook me up with a job there. I mean, I'd be happy just sweeping floors there or whatever, I'd probably get paid the same (yay minumum wage!), but at least I'd be in a bakery environment and it'd be cool to sort of get a feel for things.
So, yes.
Welp, can't think of much else to update this blog thing about. Pictures to come (a few of them have disappeared), soooo...
Ciao?
Friday, July 29, 2011
wish me luck!
Leaving for Pennsic tomorrow.
Yay!
I have a lot of feelings, and hopefully there will be way more pictures than feelings by the time I get back.
It's the four hour car ride with my family that I'm most worried about. Especially since my brother loves techno/ electronic/ whatever, and my father... doesn't. He feels quite strongly against it, in fact. It's a big deal.
Anyways, that's all.
Yay!
I have a lot of feelings, and hopefully there will be way more pictures than feelings by the time I get back.
It's the four hour car ride with my family that I'm most worried about. Especially since my brother loves techno/ electronic/ whatever, and my father... doesn't. He feels quite strongly against it, in fact. It's a big deal.
Anyways, that's all.
Monday, July 25, 2011
(dream story)
(This is a dream I had the other night. It was just so interesting, I wanted to put it up somewhere where I could definitely never lose it.)
We (Allison, Michael, and I) never met our father's father. He disappeared when I was too young to remember him, and before they were born. The story is that he was with a group of people, enjoying the outdoors, when he wandered away from the group and was never heard from again. This fact has always been hard on father. Can you imagine having to repeatedly crush a hope that your father is alive, convincing yourself that he's dead? It would be easier if he knew for sure what happened to him. Not to mention just missing him; not being able to ask him for parenting advice, for support when he needs it, for a parent's love. It was always hard for him, but it's been getting worse recently. The nagging weight of sadness has been getting to him, and he's been taking out his frustration on the people around him. He's been getting less patient, more prone to shouting and violence, less reasonable. It's gotten so bad that we (his children) are brainstorming what we could possibly do to help. Finally, we decide to go searching for our grandfather.
We start in the field where he was last seen, now called "Grandfather's Field" just for that reason. The searching goes on in secret- we don't know how our father would react if he knew what we were up to. He figures it out anyways- he smells it on us. "Does that smell familiar to you?" he asks our mother. "Doesn't it smell like... Grandfather's Field?" At which point, they (our parents) come after us. After catching up, they decide to join us. We form a line, and fan out to cover a wider area. I'm on the very end of the left wing, with Michael to my right. Michael stops in the midst of some trees, listening to the wind. "I'm going to ask our ancestors for help," he says to me. When the wind dies down, he whispers, "Where is my father's father?" Almost immediately, the wind starts back up. They've answered him! He starts to walk quickly, almost jogging, in some direction. Allison and I follow him without saying anything, and our parents loudly protest and ask us what's going on. We don't answer them, only continuing to follow Michael as quickly as we can.
We walk for an unknown amount of time- dream time works differently. Long enough for our parents to get tired and antsy. They're talking loudly behind me, complaining and asking annoying questions. "Shush!" I have to tell them, over and over; I'm afraid that I might miss something, or that Michael won't be able to hear the directions.
Finally he scrambles up a sort of hill-mountain-cliff. The ground is red sand and stone, and the plants are shriveled and spiny- we must be going up a desert mesa. It's a little difficult to get up, but I manage without having to hurt my hand grabbing for a spiny plant jutting out of the side of the hill-cliff. My parents are having more difficulty, and are falling behind. I make it up, and see Michael running, almost there. "There" being a large rock a little ways off to the side, shaped like a large easy chair. "Grandfather!" I shout, removing a branch from the chair-rock, "We've found you!" Beneath the branch are his bones, still in a sitting position after all this time. His skull is still wearing his reading glasses, and there are tatters of an old newspaper on his lap. We are sad to see his skeleton, but glad to know that now our father has a grave to visit and put flowers on and talk over, when he needs to. It's a bitter light feeling of victory. We are standing looking at our grandfather's bones, waiting for our father to catch up, and
I wake up.
That's the end of the dream.
(In real life, not dream-story life, this is partially true. My dad's parents died before I was five, but not like this.)
We (Allison, Michael, and I) never met our father's father. He disappeared when I was too young to remember him, and before they were born. The story is that he was with a group of people, enjoying the outdoors, when he wandered away from the group and was never heard from again. This fact has always been hard on father. Can you imagine having to repeatedly crush a hope that your father is alive, convincing yourself that he's dead? It would be easier if he knew for sure what happened to him. Not to mention just missing him; not being able to ask him for parenting advice, for support when he needs it, for a parent's love. It was always hard for him, but it's been getting worse recently. The nagging weight of sadness has been getting to him, and he's been taking out his frustration on the people around him. He's been getting less patient, more prone to shouting and violence, less reasonable. It's gotten so bad that we (his children) are brainstorming what we could possibly do to help. Finally, we decide to go searching for our grandfather.
We start in the field where he was last seen, now called "Grandfather's Field" just for that reason. The searching goes on in secret- we don't know how our father would react if he knew what we were up to. He figures it out anyways- he smells it on us. "Does that smell familiar to you?" he asks our mother. "Doesn't it smell like... Grandfather's Field?" At which point, they (our parents) come after us. After catching up, they decide to join us. We form a line, and fan out to cover a wider area. I'm on the very end of the left wing, with Michael to my right. Michael stops in the midst of some trees, listening to the wind. "I'm going to ask our ancestors for help," he says to me. When the wind dies down, he whispers, "Where is my father's father?" Almost immediately, the wind starts back up. They've answered him! He starts to walk quickly, almost jogging, in some direction. Allison and I follow him without saying anything, and our parents loudly protest and ask us what's going on. We don't answer them, only continuing to follow Michael as quickly as we can.
We walk for an unknown amount of time- dream time works differently. Long enough for our parents to get tired and antsy. They're talking loudly behind me, complaining and asking annoying questions. "Shush!" I have to tell them, over and over; I'm afraid that I might miss something, or that Michael won't be able to hear the directions.
Finally he scrambles up a sort of hill-mountain-cliff. The ground is red sand and stone, and the plants are shriveled and spiny- we must be going up a desert mesa. It's a little difficult to get up, but I manage without having to hurt my hand grabbing for a spiny plant jutting out of the side of the hill-cliff. My parents are having more difficulty, and are falling behind. I make it up, and see Michael running, almost there. "There" being a large rock a little ways off to the side, shaped like a large easy chair. "Grandfather!" I shout, removing a branch from the chair-rock, "We've found you!" Beneath the branch are his bones, still in a sitting position after all this time. His skull is still wearing his reading glasses, and there are tatters of an old newspaper on his lap. We are sad to see his skeleton, but glad to know that now our father has a grave to visit and put flowers on and talk over, when he needs to. It's a bitter light feeling of victory. We are standing looking at our grandfather's bones, waiting for our father to catch up, and
I wake up.
That's the end of the dream.
(In real life, not dream-story life, this is partially true. My dad's parents died before I was five, but not like this.)
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
UUUUGH.
I forget what was making me upset earlier today, but it happened.
Maybe it was how my car needs work, or how I'm not sure if I'll have to pay more for college because I may not technically be an Ohio resident, or that I need to sew about seven more outfits for Pennsic...
But I actually have a feeling that it was something much less significant. Which is probably why I've forgotten it.
And now I feel perfectly fine.
In other news...
My life is kind of stagnant.
It feels that way, at least.
Hopefully, going to Pennsic will clear up my head a bit.
And if it doesn't, I'm going on a roadtrip.
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