It's easier to sleep

knowing that someone loves you in the world.

And everyone should sleep better at night. Because there is, at least, one person. Whether they believe it or not.

Have time for some folk?

Well, make some time. Because this band has stolen my ears for the time being.
There's a band called Deer Tick that someone online recommended me to and I love them. So much.

Take a listen.

Story idea: Make a Dream

Okay, so I know this is all cheesy and unoriginal and stuff, BUT.
I was listening to Enya (I'm so bamf) and one of her songs, Only If....
Well, if you listen to it hard enough, it kinda gives you the inspiration to go for your dreams, you know?

Well. What if there was like....a reverse Freddy Krueger who shows up in people's dreams and tell them how to make their lives ultimately happy?
And what if she had a dream herself that she couldn't pursue because she wasn't actually human?
But there's that selfless someone who wants to give her what she wants.

And it ends up being romance, blahblahblah.

You know what, Yamaha?

You make waaaay too much stuff. I mean, seriously.

• Dirtbikes
• Musical instruments
• Electrical appliances

I think that's pretty random and weird. And you know what? I'm just...no. I'm not okay with that. So go take your stupid various products to someone that actually gives a frack.

Thank you.

I want a ukelele.

I have no idea, but I want one really bad.

Why the hell did I just say that? This is serious business.
Has anyone ever been ripped off from their medical insurance? I might be complaining a lot about this, but really. You gotta think about it for a while. Two people I know have had terrible problems with their medical insurance, one merely cost his life.

But scenario #1: An acquaintance we call Cressy. She had to get her wisdom teeth pulled, and her insurance said that wasn't covered. What. It's dental work, how stupid is that?!

Okay, that might be a bit minor, but here's scenario #2: Dad. A type 2 Diabetic (I believe) who needs to take an insulin shot ever day. His insurance suddenly starts DENYING him this insulin, so he loses all his strength and eventually winds up in the hospital.

Great job, guys. I mean, REALLY. Applause to YOU. /coughcoughassholes

Ah, I love people.

Ryan and his little mishap dreams. About teeth falling out. xDDD
But also, something even better. Something called Cody Frederick.


HE WANTS TO SACRIFICE THE FIRST SONS WITH ME. xDD
And with a combination of this,

that would be the BEST TIME. EVER.

Home, once again.

So. Just got back from Cape Charles, Virginia. What a good time.

Buuuut now I'm all tired and worn out and whatnot. Worth it? I'd definitely say so.

Especially since I now have my ow little Lambchop. <333

Leia seemed like she had a good time, too. With Queen Persephone and Crazy Olb Maurice and Thundarr the Barbarian and Lambchop and the creepy little Asian lady and the Mexicans in the truck. Good times indeed. We promised to go again when we're older. :3

Ugh, Lambchop and I need some sleep. For serious.

Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy

Wellp, looks like I can't do a "last thoughts" note/post for tomorrow since it looks like I'm headin' down to beautiful little VA with my partner-in-crime Leia J. Hall.

So what tickles my fancy today, you say? Well, I'll pick Braveheart. Why? Because Leia and I are going to be face-painted ravage Scottish monster men screaming and running down the beach with swords and sledgehammers. And you will all be jealous.


Goodbye July, I'll see you next year.


xoxoxo,
Sheep~

Character Idea: Stella Stoneheart

Age: Preferrably around 17 to 19
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'10-6'
Hair color: Platinum blond, long, wavy
Eye color: Dark gray
Personality: Cold, unfeeling, likes to play around with the hearts of unlucky boys that fancy her. Kind of isolates herself from the rest of the world, believes she has nobody else in the world to trust besides herself and her mother. Was once accused for being the cause of a murder, but was found innocent.
Bio: Lives in somewhat of a "dead city" in Iowa, which has been abandoned and only a population of 500 people. But she grew up in an apartment with only her mother, since her father abandoned the family when she found out her mother was pregnant and hasn't been seen since. She had been offered almost anything she wanted, but she declined, normally saying that she didn't want to become a spoiled brat like a "normal teenager". She has no record of anything tragic in her life, and most people would see her as a happy person.

It's a mystery to why she rejects relationships. Her mother had sent her to various therapists, but none could figure out why she had random fits of isolation. She would just push herself away from every boy that approached her or toy with their hearts. Stella is a magnificent beauty as well, so this was not an uncommon thing. She doesn't wish for a boy she could trust or to be in any relationship whatsoever, but she concerns her mother a lot.

Day 29 - Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days

Well, next year I'll (hopefully) be going into my senior year, but I'll still be school bound.

At least I can try doing these things:

• Get a job
• Pass my driver's test
• Get better grades
• Find out what the hell I actually want to do in life
• Pursue in getting a pilot's license
• Get my own boat
• Save up for something special, like a house or a flight to New Zealand. Or both.

But could I do them all in 1 year? Meh, I believe in myself.

Day 28 - This year, in great detail

This feels so weird talking about it. '10 is going by so fast for me, yet this week couldn't go any slower.

Well, it was an interesting 2010, I must say. So much happened, even early in the year. New experiences, new discoveries, new memories, new friends, and new enemies.

I'm not sure how to really go about this, so I guess I'll do a little month-by-month in a nutshell.
January went by slowly. Lots of on-and-off things going on with some people, and I was just plain old grumpy because of all the freaking snow. Yet I also had a bit of a head-in-the-clouds kind of feeling because of December memories.

February, a little bit of the same thing with January, but that month was kind of fuzzy to me. Actually, I believe All State might have been that month. New experience number one.

March through April, that was the school play. It was nice at first, but it got really annoying after a while because of drama and sassy people. I just wanted it to be all over. And also what sucked more, I caught bronchitis and the flu or something terrible, which helped me make a decision to not go out for any more state/regional choirs. I've been so uninspired by music ever since then, I'm sorry to say.

May and June, some things started to pick up with some people and things just went haywire. There were a lot of fights and stress with my parents about school. It all just sucked so much. I was really in a rut, but finally school ended. And my dad wasn't even happy for me that I passed the tenth grade. Cool. So I became a hermit and lost a little contact with people unless they forced themselves upon me, which didn't take a lot of effort.

and I explained July in the last note.


I wonder what's gonna happen next month. August, here I come.

Day 27 - This month, in great detail

Urgh, ALWAYS with great detail...isn't it?

Well, I guess I'll just have to skip all the boring parts. Which was a lot. And I'm not dating these because I don't keep track of time. Sorry.

In the beginning of the month...um, stuff happened. That's all I'll leave there.
Also, I ended a week-long relationship.

I joined Solia.

Um, later on in the month, Dan came along.
And I watched a lot of new movies to me. Grown Ups, Avatar, Dead Snow, good times.

I fought with my parents a lot. And I learned some things about my little cousins...that they are extremely weird.

Through Solia, I discovered Tinychat. And Ryan and Pixi and Nanka and Hollow and Taki. :D

I went to the mall and bought Kevin Oody, then started a story about him.

I made a steampunk character girl that Leia and I have yet to use for our RP.

Um, went to the beach a few times.

And now it's pretty much getting near the end of July. Sweet.

Day 26 - Your week, in great detail

Well, since it's only Monday night, I guess I'd have to do things differently.
I'll start off with last Monday. I was over my dad's, probably wasting my life away on Solia (as I usually did) and I stumbled upon a fabulous little thread called "GHOSTMAS - The Stickam family!" (except it wasn't Stickam anymore, it was Tinychat.)

I believe the first people on there that I met were Appy, Pixi, Zombie, Griffon, and Ryan. 'Twas fun. And that was all I did that day.

Tuesday, I believe Leia, Hannah and I went to Chik Fil A, then to Heather's house and took an adventure trip in her car to Target and the Guitar Center. That was fun.

Wednesday, Leia comes over again to spend the day on Tinychat.

Thursday. Tinychatted ALL day. And watched A Very Potter Sequel. Hell yeah.

Friday. Tinychatted ALL day again.

Saturday, I go to a wedding shower/barbecue whilst also picking up some Red Vines, then spent the barbecue day with a cute little girl and my brother. Saturday night, stayed up ALL night with Ryan, Kel, and Hollow. And I fell asleep on cam. And they all watched me creepily, which was not all that bad to me actually. Weird as that sounds.

Sunday, I come back to my mom's and I explained that all in the last post/note. So today, I just had a hissyfit of depression and now, I'm back on Tinychat. Without a webcam, which sucks. Moooore than you could ever imagine. D:<

Day 25 - Your day, in great detail (late)

Well. I was gonna do this last night, but my mom decided to flip on me because I derp'd up HER computer A LITTLE BIT. But noooo, apparently she thinks it's unfixable so--, whatever. Just....on with the day.

Well, if you want to be logical here and start at midnight, I was on the chatroom with Ryan and Kel, although I forget what we were talking about. Actually, I was pretty sure there--OH YEAH. The other kid was there....um, Hollow? Yeah, Hollow. And he was smoking in his car. But nothing VERY exciting was happening, so it starts to roll around 6 or so, and I'm fighting to stay awake. And I saw the sun come up, which was kind of funny for me because that rarely happens to me. But. I fell asleep anyway so Ryan and Kel and Hollow were all watching me sleep (which apparently Ryan thought was cute and Kel was thinking dirty. Who knew?)

I wake up, maybe....an hour later and I'm like...crap. So I laze around for a bit and Hollow is gone by this time, so Ryan is all like, "hey. you still look really tired." So I get off and sleep for another three hours.

By the time I wake up, I'm really, and I mean REALLY sick of my dad's house. So I call up my mom and she has to take me food shopping. In my pajama pants. And she's telling me how great my hair is and stuff, while I hope that Dave is working. Which he wasn't. So that was fun.

Later on, I get home and it just hits bitch city. Let me tell you.

I don't feel like explaining this, I'm pissed off. Sorry.

Day 24 - Whatever tickles your fancy

This morning, my dad woke me up again, so I get irritated.

And he puts some greasy shit (bacon and an omelet) on a plate, and it just smells horrible, so my stomach starts to turn sour. And he tells me that I'm a mess because my room's not completely clean.

Cool.

Anyways, I just got done reading some deep stuff from two blogs I was subscribed to, and it just suddenly made me feel a whole lot better. I guess words can really resolve bitter feelings, can't they? Anyways, if you wanna read up on the blogs, they're Virtue and Vice by G. and Fascination With by Siri Linn.

Day 23 - A YouTube video

Thanks to Ryan, I'm addicted to this stupid...German crap.
Beard No Beard.
Nothing else to really say about it.

Day 22 - A website

Since I just mentioned it, I am utterly addicted to Tinychat.

Or at least the chat room with awesome people.

Good times...

Day 21 - A recipe (late)

I'm so freaking addicted to Tinypic right now it's not even funny.

Urgh, what am I gonna do when I get to my mom's house? She has no webcam! D:

Anyways. Apple crisp recipe. Hannah wanted to make this yesterday but I had no money so I couldn't buy ingredients.

So here it is anyway.

Ingredients:

• 3 pounds tart apples
• 2 tablespoons lemon juice
• 1/2 cup light brown sugar, packed
• 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
• 1/3 cup all-purpose flour
• 1/3 cup granulated sugar
• 1/3 cup rolled oats
• 4 tablespoons cold butter (1/2 stick)
• 1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans

Preparation:

Peel, core and chop the apples; toss in a bowl with lemon juice. In a separate bowl, combine the brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg; add to the apples and toss to combine.

In another bowl combine flour, sugar and oats. Cut butter into 8 small pieces, and cut butter into flour with a pastry blender or two forks until mixture is crumbly. Stir in the chopped nuts.

Butter a 9-inch square baking dish. Spread apple mixture in bottom of baking dish then sprinkle with flour mixture. Bake at 375° for 30 to 45 minutes, or until apples are tender and topping is lightly browned.

Serve warm or at room temperature, with vanilla ice cream or a little heavy cream, if desired.

Day 20 - A hobby of yours

CRAP. I forgot about this again I was busy webcamming all day with Solians.

Anyways. Hobby. I make altered books.

I can't post any pictures right now because I have none but I take hardback books and cover them in magazine clippin's and sexy things.

I will post pictures tomorrow.

Seems the Cooper look got a lot of hits.

I'll have to do that look again.

Maybe elaborate more, like when he did Along Came A Spider.

At least to make the eyes a little more fancy.

See how it's all dark purple around the eyes and a silver outline to the black spiky thing?
I wanna do that in due time.

I might redo this one sometime eventually...

Alice Cooper-inspired.
I know it's not all that good, but I was kind of rushing it. I just did the basics.

And yes. I bleached my hair. Sort of.

Day 19 - A talent of yours

I used to think it was singing, but apparently the State of New Jersey doesn't agree with me.

So I'm gonna scratch that out for now.

Uh, this is a good question. I don't really know what "talents" I have, per se. And now that I think about it, that's really sad. Well, there is my more-than-average knowledge of music 50's through the 80's, should I count that? Because it's....knowing more than the average 16-year-old normally does, and, ummm.....

I dunno. This kinda sucks. D:

I am extremely joyous right now.

I HAVE RESURRECTED MISTER PERCY Q. EGGUMS. <3

EEEEEE~

How can you resist that face? <3

Day 18 - Whatever tickles your fancy

I love the fact that it says "Whatever tickles your fancy" instead of something boring like "Anything you want" or "Wild card" or something.

Anyways, today's topic is 8-bit songs.

(I almost wrote 8-bit sponges. Why? Don't ask me. Typos.)

So. I was watching a video of this Youtuber named Comicfire7, and he was dancing around to an 8-bit version of Tik Tok, and I totally forgot how boss these songs were. And I kinda got hooked to Lady Gaga songs in that version, if I may be completely honest.

If you're all wondering, "Well...Sam. What the hell is an 8-bit song?" Well, you know those really old Atari games and original Nintendo? Their theme songs were all pixely and stuff? Well, THAT, my friend, is an 8-bit song. Like this:

So....yeah. Enjoy,

Story idea: Kevin Oody

Kevin Oody is the plane. Grace and I named it from a conjoined Will and Grace show thing. After Oody and Kevin Bacon. It's also apparently a polygamist because both Grace and I plan on marrying it.

But here's the story idea: There's a girl. Or a boy. Whose grandfather just died. The grandfather (preferably named Kevin) was a top pilot fighter from WWII and won a medal of honor.

The main character was inspired by his/her grandfather and got his/her pilot license as well and was very close to the grandfather, so he left his plane to the main character. The main character loved the plane very much and named it Kevin Oody after his/her grandfather and....something else I'll think of later.

Keeping Kevin Oody in tip-top shape, he/she also flew the plane around in an old airport he/she was admitted to by a family friend. There'll probably be a love interest or someone eventually, but I gotta figure out how to work that in.

Grace really wants me to write this story. xD

Day 17 - An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)

I can't pick just one. Gerald Scarfe is a genius to me, I love his work and I can't get over it.
I like some of his political cartoons, too. (or at least the ones about America because I understand them. I don't follow European politics. Hell, I don't even follow American. Nevertheless, I do get some of them.)
Like this one:


I also like the one he did of the Beatles:


<3

Day 16 - A song that makes you cry (or nearly)

Holy crap, I almost forgot about today! Oops.
Well, there are quite a few songs that have really made me cry. But few, indeed. I'm going to list them for you.

- Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap

- By My Side by Godspell

- Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright

- I Gave You All by Mumford and Sons

- Sleeping Sun by Nightwish

- Pretty much the whole Wish You Were Here album by Pink Floyd

(I'm not posting the whole album on here, sorry.)
- Tonight by Stars

Something more simple, yet very elaborate.

I completely and utterly almost forgot about a past obsession of mine...back when I was a stupid, unnecessary freak in 6th grade where I thought I was emo/goth without really trying.
Nonetheless, this brings me back to something that I actually still love today. The violent, fantastic macabre that was and still might be Alice Cooper.


I think he's be easy to do, if I ever decide to darken my hair color. I just love his work. 'Specially his stuff around '71. Mmph.

I wanna live here.
In New Zealand.

Story Ideas!

M'kayso this past week has been really weird for me. But I got back into watching Dealiest Warrior, one of the best shows ever. And there was a good amount of Asianese goin' on there, which kind of gave me an idea about Shaolin monks or samurai. Because I'm guessing females couldn't be warriors back in those days. Maybe they can't even presently.
So what if one girl....oh, wait. Mulan.
Crap.

Uhhhhmmmmmm...okay, that ruins THAT plan.

Okay, but my second idea was of this teenage pregnancy kind of girl, except she'd be 18. And she was too terrified to really tell anyone (besides a friend or two that would understand), not that she had bad relationships with her parents, but she just felt like she would save the people trouble to just go off on her own for a while.
So she would set up her own little life for herself, just kinda peaceful and find some new friends. Kind of like Jenny at the end of Forrest Gump, that kind of girl. (except she never got AIDS/cancer, whatever Jenny got.)

I've been watching too much MTV lately, sorries. x__x

Ah, classic pictures.

That's my cousins. Crying in a Santa picture.
Don't you love moments like these? I'm not really sure why I love it, but I do.
Santa is a-creepin'.



Also, my cousin is doomed to look exactly like me when she grows up. I don't have a scanner, so I can't really show any little pictures of me as I said. I can show you her, though.


The girl on the right. She just had my face. It's nuts. Completely, utterly nuts.

Day 15 - A fanfic

Oh man, oh man, oh MAN. I know the perfect one for this special day, and I think you guys might know it too.
Since I don't really read a lot of fanfic, (and I never really read any..."appropriate" ones when I used to) I'm going to blind you all with trollfic.

Someone was a genius and a hero to rescue this one after it was deleted or reported or something.

So for your enjoyment, here's My Immortal:
http://myimmortalrehost.webs.com/

Day 14 - A non-fictional book

I've been kinda putting this off today because I don't read much nonfiction books. Buuuuuut I kinda guessed that autobiographies counted as nonfiction, so I did read up on Nikki Sixx's Heroin Diaries back in the 9th grade.





Truth be told, I'm actually not the biggest fan of Motley Crue. Or Mr. Sixx in general, but I was kind of obsessed with becoming a rock star a few years back, and I wanted to see if I could get some inside tips on the effects of drugs and not to be influenced by them or something like that. I mean, yeah, the book was good, but now I feel kind of lame talking about this.

Gir

What do you think?
It was hard to overlay colors, so I just tried to put the green around everything. That's why it looks so splotchy. xD

By the by, I absolutely love that shirt. It's a Serious Moonlight tour shirt I got from Urban Outfitters and the fabric of it is absolutely AMAZING. Not sure what it's called, though.



And one more thing. Ginger ale tastes its best when it's in a coffee mug.

Day 13 - A fictional book

Actually, I'm going to pick a fictional author.
George Orwell.


Mmmmm, sexy beast right thurr.

Actually, truth be told, I hate his books. A lot.
Even though I've only read Animal Farm and 1984.
So why do you ask that I pick an author I don't enjoy, per se?

Easy! His literature relates to Pink Floyd, believe it or not.
First example: Animal Farm.

It's said that Roger Waters got some of his ideas from that book for Animals, a very political album about England. Waters took the animals from the book, (sheep, pigs, dogs) and related them to people in society, as Orweel did. The sheep were mindless puppet that would listen to whatever a higher positioned-person told them. Dogs were the businessmen of the world, greedy for nothing but money and power. But pigs were probably the worst. They DID have all the power and strutted around, bossing everyone around and being on top of the world.

As for 1984, I actually did an essay on this, but I won't post the whole thing on it. To make a long story short, Pink relates to both Big Brother AND Winston throughtout the album/movie.

I feel kinda smart right now, not gonna lie. o wo

Day 12 - Whatever tickles your fancy

I have no idea why I want one so badly, it's ridiculous. But I can just imagine myself looking absolutely stupid while riding one. And that's why it's gonna rock. Everyone's gonna be so jealous of me, ridin' around with my stupid awesomeness.

A rough copy of my birthday wishlist.

POWER WHEELS
POWER WHEELS
POWER WHEELS



This is definitely gonna be my new addiction for a while.

Day 11 - A photo of you taken recently

Well, this one's my favorite so far, and I can't remember if it was taken by G-Froo or Leia. Either way, I've got blue eyeliner all over my face.



I love Ginny's camera.

Cool, it's in reverse effect.

Babysitting again.
Except I'm at home and the Florence kids are here. There's only one still awake and I stuck him on a video game.
Ah, how feeble are the minds of children. Especially boys. Give 'em DBZ (insert long game title here) 3 and they're good to go until bedtime.

Also, there was just a live crayfish just chilling outside of my house. And nobody knew how it got there, so it was pretty freaky.

Ooh, one more thing. Also went malling today with the Hannah (since today was her barfday) and I bought myself a pretty new airplane necklace and a David Bowie shirt.
Pictures tomorrow, possibly. :D

Trolled.

That's what's happening to me right now.


Word of advice, dear readers: When you're in Verizon, playing with all the nice phones....do NOT log onto Facebook because then you're just screwed. You CAN'T log off.

Day 10 - A photo of you taken over ten years ago

I IS BEBBEH.



Sorry the picture sucks, I had to take it with my phone and the room was too dark, so I was like hurdurr.
Anyways. I'm the youngest one in the picture, because I'm the youngest cousin on my dad's side. But here are my cousins in...height order. (and also age)
Bobby
Brian
Beth
Kyle (my brother. :D)
Becky (can you tell we like the letter "B"?)
Gary
Yours truly. :3

Well.

First time trying this, and it's mediocre, of course. But it's not all THAT bad...is it?
I tried.

I'm extremely elated right now.

I found some Halloween face stuff.
It's not bad, either. :D

Day 9 - A photo you took

Okay, so this one was taken last week when I was walking to my dad's.
Chicory is my favorite type of flowers. Brings back good memories of my days of later youth. Before highschool bullblad, you know what I mean?




Chicory, chicory, I love you.
You're so blue, boo hoo hoo.
Chicory, chicory, I love you...
Especially in the morning. <3

A list of things I wouldn't mind having

- Face paint of any sort, hopefully not crap kind, though.

- This shirt

- The Wall 2010 tickets

- Money, of course

- Green apple licorice. That stuff's my drug.

- A top hat

- Some matches

- More candles that smell either like the ocean or kiwi berries.

- Hair bleaching stuff

- More face paint

- Bubbles

Day 8 - A photo that makes you sad/angry

I'm gonna make this one different from the Facebook version because less people will see it here. It doesn't make me as mad as it does sad, though.

I picked this only because I know the good days are over. And I sincerely miss them. A lot.

I'm adding a face to my collection.

I like it when

a candle's lit in my room.

And it's the only source of light...besides my laptop screen, of course.

Sometimes I wish I could stay up in the night time longer. I'm not really a big fan of sunlight recently.

Maybe it's because of the fact that it's always, like...103 degrees. Gross.

If I could have the REGULAR summer temperatures with the night length of winter, I think that'd be pretty awesome for me.

Maybe I'll turn on some Elliot Smith and write a story or something. Seems right.

Day 7 - A photo that makes you happy

I'd like to say this picture kind of makes me happy. Mostly because someone actually dressed up as a servebot. That made my life, pretty much because they were my favorite part of Megaman. And the fact that he also has a chainsaw is win, too. As for the pyramid head, I would respect him more if he was wearing a business suit, but hey. Can't always get whatcha want, right? Well, enjoy.

And no, I'm not sure what convention this is.

Faces.

They're interesting, especially when people paint their own.

Right now, I'm listening to the Misfits. I still kind of have a thing for Graves. But I'm focusing on his signature skull face right now.

(Damn, people are good artists.)

Anyways, he's one of the many people who will soon inspire me in the future to do something like this.

Of course, there has to be Gabriel. I can't not make a post about faces without him. I mean, he's got so many interesting faces. Although, I've had one in my head all day from his music video Shock the Monkey.

I'm not so sure why I love this one so much, but I want to do this sometime in my life.

There's also one more I was kind of interested in, and this one came from my English class. Truth be told.

We read that Oedipus story and then watched the freaky movie version of it done by freaky theater people, and even though they were wearing masks, they still looked pretty nifty to me. Or, at least, they do now. Especially the blind prophecy dude. I liked the way his eyes were shaped.

One day I'll do that.

You know

when you hear a song and you know what band it is, but you've never heard that specific song of theirs, and you think "Hey. This song is cool, I think I'll look it up."

And then you forget the words to the song,the title AND the melody, but you just remember that you thought the song was awesome and try to look for it anyway? I kinda love and hate that feeling at the same time. And now, time to search for new Mumford and Sons songs because I was in Barnes and Nobles last night with Ginny, Gracem, Dan, and Leia just kinda wandering around, and I had eyeliner all over my face, so I looked pretty dumb. Good day, anyway. But yeah. I knew I heard Mumford and Sons on the speakers (which made me go :D), but it was a song I've never heard before. So I have to go digging a little deeper into their songs to find that one.

Also. Two more things. I went into the "teen NON-fiction" section with Dan, and do you know what we found?!

VAMPIRE BOOKS. SHELVES AND SHELVES OF VAMPIRE BOOKS. It was quite disgusting.

I'm tired, but I'm restless now. Hm.

Day 6 - Whatever tickles your fancy

Hmmm, what would be something that tickles my fancy?

Oh! Since I was just over Leia's watching her/Dave play Ocarina of Time and the owl showed up out of nowhere, whose name I just discovered is Kaepora Gaebora.

Now. Most people would think he's annoying as CRAP because he just goes on and on with talking about....something that I forget, but any owl whose face can go completely upside-down is definitely on my favorite people, or what I would call "My boys" list. Along with Jethro (from Prince of Egypt), Theodore Roosevelt, Gimli, and there's one I keep forgetting...but I'll remember him eventually.

Actually, LoZ has a lot of strange and interesting characters. Especially that Occoccoo or whatever the blad that freaky chicken with boobs is called. You know, the one in Twilight Princess that helps you, like....teleport or something? Weird....

Day 5 - Your favorite quote

Okay, So. I think I'm back on track/time, whatever. Is today the 5th? I hope so.

"I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but now I do. I regret." --Lady Amalthea, TLU
"Dogs smoke in France" -Ozzy Osbourne
“Named must your fear be before banish it you can.” -Yoda

Day 4 - Your favorite book (late)

Now THIS one is a piece of beehive.
Well, actually I have two.

The first one is thanks to Ginmelia...slash Gracef. You see, they told me to read this wonderfully adorable book called How to Say Goodbye in Robot, about this new girl in her senior highschool year who meets a "ghost boy" and they do the most out-of-the-ordinary things, but they make you wish someone would do that with you, too.

The second one is a zombie book called World War Z. Max Brooks just knows where it's at, you know? Aaaaaand I've yet to give the book back to Travis, but I should soon.



Oh yeah. Freak the Mighty and Love, Stargirl aren't bad books either. Just throwin' them out there.

Day 3 - Your favorite television program (late)

Wow, there's a lot.
Since I have limited access to the interwebs this weekend, I can't really type a lot, so here we go. A list of things I'll only watch on TV:

- Whose Line is it Anyway
- Most things on Adult Swim
- Chowder
- Anything produced/directed by Craig McCracken
- Samurai Champloo
- Monty Python's Flying Circus
- Elfen Lied
- Star Trek (either TOS or TNG, whichever is cool)


Aaaaand I can't really think of anything else.

Day 2 - Your favorite movie (late)

Since I didn't get chance to post recently on Blogger, I apologize in advance. Sooo, here.:

This one's kind of hard. But recently, I've really been into the Last Unicorn. By Rankin & Bass studios. I don't feel like typing a lot, sooo...I'll edit this later.

Day 1 - Your favorite song

As some of you may know, I can't have just one favorite song.

No way, it's impossible. So, I'll compose a top 5 list of my current favorites.

Number one; Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie

My wonderful friend Heather posts the best songs on Facebook. And this happened to be one of them. It's simply adorable and catchy, plus the video is really unique. I'm a sucker for stop-motion. :P

Number two; Gloria by Mando Diao

I'm not sure where I found this song, but I thought it was really nifty. The band's not all that bad looking, either. ;D

Number three; Don't Tase Me Bro by Tom Bedlam

This old guy is adorable. He's so bladding cute that I can't stand it. And this song made me laugh really hard. (And yes, this is a joke song. But it still belongs on the list)

Number four; The Knife by Genesis

Right now, I can't have a favorite song list without Peter Gabriel on it. Nope, won't happen. And this song tops it off for me, pretty much.

Number five; Chop Suey by SOAD

To be completely honest, I probably haven't heard this song in years. Maybe two, three. And my friend had it on a mix CD, so I was sitting there, being reminded of how insane this band is. Although B.Y.O.B. isn't bad either, but the ending is better in this song.

Today's discovery!

Clapping is a wonderful invention. Especially when it's added to an upbeat song.
I've been listening to the Fratellis again and there are a few clapping moments in some of the songs and it's just REALLY BLADDING AWESOME.



Also, maybe I should explain the word "blad" a little bit. But, since I don't feel like typing a lot, here's the short version: Will Bussarello, a dainty little child, and I were sitting around one day (because stupid us, we came in too early for school.) and we were telling stories. He had the funniest ones, though. One included when he was in elementary school, where he didn't say "glad" right (or something along those lines) and, instead he said "blad". Liking the word "blad", he decided to use it as a substitute for cursing, and soon it caught on with his fellow classmates. Unfortunately, his classmates forgot who first invented this new fad word and shunned poor little Will from using his own word.

So I decided to revive it.



Anyways. Back to clapping. I can't seem to stop.

You know what's really wonderful?

The feeling you have in your mouth after you just finish brushing your teeth.
It just feels so clean and refreshed.

That is, if you brush them right.

Is it July yet?

I'm sick of it being June.

How wonderful!

I've discovered something amazing!
And they're called the Fratellis.


Chelsea Dagger


Flathead


For the Girl, they didn't make a video for it though. :/ I found this to be the catchiest song of theirs so far, though.

I feel

SO MUCH BETTER.
Forget Audubon, forget West Deptford. People move on, and so must I.

Although I still don't really have a heart, maybe I can buy another off of Craigslist or something.
I want to bounce and spin around.

I found this on my picture files.

Mama Travina. <3

I've decided.

From now on, in this blog, I'm not gonna bitch or complain, unless it's about something highly interesting. Like BP, or Ronnie James Dio dying, which I'm still pissed about.

Anyways. I just kind of realized how whiny I could be and I wanna slap myself for it. So that puts an end to that.

Also, I refound my love for Gerald Scarfe's work. I'm so glad he's not dead yet. I want to meet him before he died because I want him to draw me a little picture. I don't care of what, but his art is amazing.





Yes, that last picture IS from The Wall, in case you were wondering.

Just in case you guys were wondering,

It's 6:27 PM on I don't know what day.
I don't think I've brushed my hair for about a week, or so it feels.

Right now, I kind of feel like a nowhere man. I make nowhere plans for nobody. I sit in a nowhere land all day.

I'm kinda into the Beatles'...latest albums, should I say? Rubber Soul, Revolver, and Let It Be, mostly. That's kind of what I only liked from the Beatles originally, to be honest. Well...Magical Mystery Tour was pretty good, too.


Anyways. Beatles aside. I've just been kind of an empty shell these past few days. I didn't want to do anything but lay on the ground. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow or something, just to see how it feels. But first I gotta get around to drawing pictures for Leia so she can color them in. A promise is a promise, and I'm a man of my word. Blah blah blah, I'm eating rice.

A new project.

First, lemme start this off with a story. So I was on my blog profile and I clicked on one of my interest tags, which was the 1960s, to see what other people liked. Lo and behold, I found this really interesting blog called Culture Shock. I thought it was really nifty, and there was a "challenge" that this person decided to do, so I thought maybe I'd go for it, too. It takes place over a month, so I thought I'd do it for the month of July...even though it has 31 days. So for the last day, I'll add any last words. This is just a reminder to myself.

Day 01 — Your favorite song
Day 02 — Your favorite movie
Day 03 — Your favorite television program
Day 04 — Your favorite book
Day 05 — Your favorite quote
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 — A photo you took
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 — A fictional book
Day 14 — A non-fictional book
Day 15 — A fanfic
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 — A talent of yours
Day 20 — A hobby of yours
Day 21 — A recipe
Day 22 — A website
Day 23 — A YouTube video
Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 — Your day, in great detail
Day 26 — Your week, in great detail
Day 27 — This month, in great detail
Day 28 — This year, in great detail
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy



Also, it's two days before the graduations and I'm really REALLY starting to rethink this.

So.

I'm a master of the sea.

Of course, everyone already knows about this because I just plastered this news everywhere I went. Look at me, I've got a certificate to be a sailor and my license will come in the mail. Goodie me.~

I've only driven a boat once, and that was on the Delaware Bay. Scaaaaaary stuff.

ANYWAYS.

So my dad was thinking about the rave and we might have to shorten up the basement because one half will be my room, one half will be his workshop. But maybe we can also use the room with the washer and dryer and whatnot. But he wants me to hold the rave around my birthday time.

Hm.

Last day, oh sweet last day.

I'm kind of excited and bummed out at the same time.

I'm excited, of course, because this is probably going to be a blast and I won't let the last day go as dull and boring. I've came prepared, don't you worry your pretty little head.

I'm just bummed out because I could also be sleeping right now and I could've slept over Leia's. However, there's much preparing to do and much...kitties to pet. Yeeees, I love her. What a goooood cat, I wish I could take her with me.

Peter Gabriel makes the world a better place.

Such an interesting week.

Yes, it's only Tuesday.
BUT.

Wednesday (tomorrow) = the technical last day of school.
I slept over Leia's last night, which was fancy. 'Twas a jolly good time.
Monday (yesterday), I had off as well. SCHWING!

Thursday is the real last day of school, which is just a day for showing up and getting free water ice. Cool. Also, I'm gonna get people. Ahma get them good. >:D
I'm not dangerous, don't you all worry. You'll all laugh with me.

I'll tell you how it all goes when the time comes around.

[/emo kid]

Never in my life have I ever wanted to just fly away worse than I do right now. If I had an airplane, I'd just follow the sun until I ran out of fuel and maybe crash in the ocean.

...Nah, I don't want to die. Maybe I'll just go universe-hopping through puddles. Anyways, today's just not a good day. My predictions were right last night. I just woke up and went back to sleep as fast as I could. Then, I repeated that about 5 times until people started tweeting, so I decided, hey. Miyazaki. And I got through most of the movies except Spirited Away because my mom sat down to watch the end of Howl's Moving Castle with me and it just felt kind of awkward watching Japanese movies with her.

I'm energyless today. Also, Leia's breakup also put me down a little, but I only want what's best for my friends. And if that's the case, so be it.

I might go back to sleep pretty soon. I only ate a lemon today, that's pretty much it. And I'm...I'm just tired. Tired and lonely. Or maybe it's just this house. I've been stuck in here all week long without many people, so I think I'll go out somewhere tomorrow.

One more thing. I really need more pants. I keep ripping and destroying all mine. D:

Up in Florence, once again.

Today was a pretty good day so far. French final was pretty flipping easy, thank the Lord for listening questions. But currently, my hyper as shlotzky cousin is climbing all over me while I try to type this out. No, wait. She's running around in circles.

She ate THREE whole tacos. Kid's got a real stomach.

STOP SNEEZING.

Now it's time to teach her how to dance. I've got Through Heaven's Eyes stuck in my head, and I just want to dance to it. I WANT TO DAAAAAANCE.

All done. my other cousin's playing Super Mario Galaxy.


But that's not the best part of today. It was after school, when I took the trio to Zehbehhhhh's house for the first time in my young life. Muffin went, and so did Leiums and Travisaurus. And now I owe him $20 due to our little makeover. I wonder how that went when I left....
Anyways, I might be stuck here overnight. For some feeling, I don't think I'll wake up happy tomorrow. Not sure why, though. I just don't think it'll be a good Saturday.

Today.

Today, I will research some clockwork/steampunk-type styles. I think maybe that'd be kind of interesting for Madame Miffletop, since I already dressed her up like a cat, what kind of looks like a member from KISS, and just a whole plethora of things.

I'm also making a group picture with two other characters for her world. One is obviously a male character. A German theater star names Johann. The other is the Madame's faithful companion that plays the violin. I kinda made it sort of a little princess-and-the-pauper type thing except more awesome and musical like. I'm not sure what to name the girl yet, though. I've picked out a few names, but I'm just indecisive. But here are my choices:

- Bridgette

- Camille

- Estelle

- Fae

- Jacqueline (wait...that's Dave's sister's name...isn't it? o .o;;;)

- Paige

-Tempest

I like Estelle, Paige, and Tempest the most right now, but it's just out there. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up writing a great adventure of the Madame's and (insert violin girl's future name here)'s trip across Europe to become a world-famous violinist/patron saint duo...thing. Yeah. I like that.

Holy crap.

My ear really hurts. And nobody's around to help. I couldn't even find any of that ear stuff I thought my dad had and now it's just rainy out and I wanna cry but I don't think I will.

D:

This morning.

This morning, I just did NOT want to get out of bed. But I didn't want to be dreaming either, so I was just lying in bed with one eye contemplating what I should do.

Of course, I had to get up eventually, with getting ready for school and all...

So as I'm slipping my dress on, I just kind of feel lighter. I settled things out with Becky, which was pretty much putting my tail between my legs and whimpering at her feet to forgive me, and she was like "I wasn't mad, I was just upset. But don't do it again."

Done.

I just got done listening to Mumford and Sons again, they can really mellow you out sometimes. 'Specially Winter Winds, it's just such a pretty song. If you haven't listened to it yet, I'd suggest you do that. Just saying.

Alright, Mother's back. I have to go talk to her about some things.

Bluh

I just don't feel like myself this week. Monday was a bad day so it's probably got me down for a while. I tried to settle things out with Becky, but then she just misunderstood me and got more mad. And I just can't get over what happened at lunch. For some reason, I also feel that Steph's disappointed in me, too. I know I shouldn't carry this all around with me, but I can't really help it right now.

Besides, I don't think I'm safe anywhere anymore. So that means I just have to keep my anger in.

hannie boooo

I slept over her house last night and stuff. So now the concert's in a few hours and THERE'S NO O KEY ON THE KEYBOARD, DDDDDDDDD:<

halb

hannah says hijhhhhhhhhggggfff

11:16 PM

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. I don't know what my problem is, but I have one. A real nasty one that I shouldn't have. I'm lonely? Nah, just heavy duty missing people.

Maybe I'll renovate the blog for summer to get my mind offa things. Hope you think it's pretty.

Halb.

I feel a bit better, but I don't. Scott's in California because he just goes everywhere. I guess this explains why I was feelin' a lot of emptiness lately. I bet he's having a lot of fun up there. California's a nice place, my uncle lives there. I just don't like how overrated it is. :/

BLUH. I'm just...I don't know what to say. I miss him? That's a normal thing to feel. At least he talked to me last night a little. And of course I'm never around when he's part of probably the greatest moments of his young life. Shrug.

I feel like screaming for no reason.

Today should be nice.

I have to sleep in a lot. Well, I should, I mean.

My legs just really hurt.

Sheep is in pain.

I got sunburn all over my back and legs. I guess the good news is that my legs aren't GROSSLY pale anymore. Oh well.

Seriously.

How many more celebrities are gonna die? It's awful.

Dad, I'd love for you to shut up sometimes,

Seriously. This past week, he's just been putting me down. Immensely. And I'm hurting, which he apparently doesn't care about. I understand the whole "hey, I'm so manly. emotions are for sissies. shut your mouth, you're a failure in life because you're not exactly like me." ego thing, but I'm not a boy. Yes, girls are full of crappy estrogen and cry over everything, but that does NOT give you the right for kicking a puppy when it's already down. Yes, I hesitated for A SECOND to call a chinese food place, so I have no social skills whatsoever?

But that's not the worst part of it. You know why I'm so sensitive about my voice? Because every time I fail an audition, I get angry over it. And then my dad finds out about it and makes fun of me, telling me I can't do it.

Thanks for the support, Dad. Love you, too.

I think I messed up my clock.

Wait...I don't think I messed it up. I DID mess it up.

Actually, it's one of those things you can get really deep into. (like the Life cereal thing) Because once you think about, when you mess around with the hours and minutes, sometimes it feels like you're springing yourself into the future, as long as you don't have any other clocks around. Know what I mean?

Anyways. I just changed the time around on my clock by accident because I was trying to change the alarm so I was like "blehblehblehscrewit" and now I dunno. But either way, I'm probably not gonna fix it. Maybe I'll mess it up even more later.

Hannah and her need for Domino's.

I'm stuck with 6 slices of pineapple pizza. Not that it tastes bad, but she just freaking forgot to take the pizza home with her. D:<

Who am I in love with this week?

Mumford & Sons
Wintersleep.



Freaking amazing bands. <3

It's hot out recently.

Like, really hot. Stupid mother nature....

CRAP. THE NAZIS WON, WHAT THE CRAP. WHAT. THE. CRAAAAAAAAP. D:<

I'm so mad right now.

My 100th post extravaganzaaaaaaaa!

I'm not sure what to put here, honestly. It's a lazy Saturday evening (although I'd rather say afternoon, whether if it's evening or not. Afternoon just sounds fancier to me.) and Ferris Bueller's Day Off is on Vh1. Yaaaaaaay.

Hannah and I just ate 2 pizzas from Domino's because she was just going ON AND ON AND ON about wanting Domino's ALL FREAKING DAY. Really.

/yg cftghc gvbnju/ ybh ujybnujmnh ui gybh njm k,v.

She just did that.

Aaaaaaaand the inside of my hip kinda hurts a little, whatevs.

We're listening to Circa Survive. Hannah likes them a lot. She does NOT want to kill them because thatd be retarded lol (from hannahdg fjkbgjdskbfjkasdfjdx dog poop)

I seriously have to stop letting people keyboard smash up my blogposts.njygt7rugyhjkloujinmk

^Like that, see?^

Oh well, her phone just vibrated. And now she has to leave soon.

My phone is currently on top of my head.

And she's abusing me with it. But not as bad as Dan Noe.

Hannah is awesomeeeee jus sayinnn...

(and you all know I don't type like that.)

nugget......?

I feeeeeeeeeeel like a windchime,knhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....................................zero tolerence for bullying says audubon high school. lies ow sam bit me. she makes fun of my typos i am a whore i made sam say she's a WHOREBUCKETPOOPLIONPICKLEEGGSALADSANDWICH she also pronounced egg as "iiieeeg" buttpoopy i love the new millhouse

farmville

xoxoxooxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Gossip Girl

Hannah is in my house.

dear lord.

If I were to have an indie band,

I would name it something along the line of Wax Angels or something. After that old tale with the dude and his son that made wings out of wax feathers, but the son got too close to the sun when he was flying and the wax melted, so he fell from the heavens.

Anyone remember that story? It was one of my favorites as a kid.

Prom's tonight.

It's these kind of nights where I wish I had someone to just goof off with and maybe go to Storybook Land with. Because that just seems like an awesome thing to do, dontcha think? It's also kind of weird because it just seems like time is flying recently. This morning, I woke up thinking it was Wednesday. But when I found out that it was Friday, I was like, "Good Lord. Time, what's up with you recently?"

Of course I never got an answer back, because time can't speak.

Or can it? Hm...

Just a quick thought after Bible Club.

One day, I will learn about all the Gods people believe in currently, and maybe even some that people believed in before, but not anymore. (Rhyme. :D) It's funny because when I was a child, I actually sort of believed that someone just used up his whole lifetime making up the Bible and convincing people to believe it, then just somehow vanished off the face of the Earth like he was never there and this stuff DID exist.

Of course, that's not the case anymore. But I don't like to get into deep thought about things I don't know much about. I have to focus on a few other things, rid myself of a demon or two, and not worry about the world around me so much. Save it for when it's really needed.

I feel GOOOOOOOOD.~

Saturday. Best day ever.

Or at least one of them.

You can bring your boyfriend, meet me in a hotel room...

My back hurts, dude.

A lot.

Happy May 13th, by the way. It's the 28-day-mark, I believe. I've had a few hopeless days of depression, but I'm fine now. I especially feel so much better that I finally got that paper done. Unfortunately, now I have a second rough draft and a final draft to do eventually. Sob.

Well, for right now...I'm really proud of my paper (except the crappy title) because I merged together the book 1984 and the album/movie The Wall. I feel made of super win.

Hopefully I can stay up later tonight so I watch Whose Line. I keep falling asleep before it comes on and it makes me mad. ):<

This is nice.

People should really try cutting out illustrations of seashells whilst listening to Vienna Teng. It's really REALLY quite nice. Trust me.

Good morning, May 9th.

I believe it's Mother's Day, so I'll be having to actually get up and do things soon. In the meantime...

Last night was so great. But I kinda feel bad for the people at the diner because we were being a smidgen immature. However, a lot of funny stuff went down, some of which I can't even remember. And I still have Leia's various drawings somewhat on my arm. The only thing that sucked is at 3 in the morning (I was home by 11:30, don't you worry your pretty little heads off), my stomach hurt so freaking bad. I woke up and I was just like gauerilhguierhgile. But I don't think it was caused by that delicious chocolate cheesecake I ate, it just happens every now and then and it's gone within a few hours.

Aaaaaaanyways, 'bout 22 days left. I'm actually starting to become more and more patient, which I fear isn't a good thing. But I shouldn't think about that.

Nonsense

lphmnyuj]k'muhyj/ yhjuln hjymu.

OHHHHHHH, CALEDONIA! STERN AND WILD.

It's May 7th. Nothing yet.

'Tis the sixth of May.

And yet, all that has come up is ceramic ducks. I'm not really sure what that has to do with getting your driver's license, but hey. There are...Four Lights!

No. There are 25 days left for an appearance to happen. I'm crossing my fingers.

Sheep, who are you?

So I was on my Formspring looking at all these questions and people insulting another to look cool. I have no idea why that made me think of who I am and what I like, but I decided to write it down here so that everyone knows who I am. No smokes and mirrors, just me. Inside and out.

My name is Samantha Alyse Lewis. I'd like it if you called me Sheep. I'm sixteen years old, I dye my hair red, and I have the ever-so-cliché blue eyes. I'm actually not all comfortable with my weight, I hate my stomach.

I got the nickname "Sheep" from my ex-friend's older sister's friend, and I was supposed to take her "high school legacy" for her after she graduated, but she didn't really have much of a legacy to begin with. You see, here's how it went down: The older sister had a group of friends, and they were all seniors. My ex-friend and I were chosen to be their "successors" after they left, and we needed names, apparently. I was named Sheep, since I was all quiet and timid in the 7th grade. And it just kind of stuck, I guess.

I am a music person. I have been since I left elementary, although I loved music so much even before then. My variety changes, but I mostly like to center my taste around the 50s to the 90s. Or foreign bands that nobody's ever heard of. Until recently, singing was everything to me. I thought I was on top of the world, until I started failing everything. And the last audition I went to was the final straw, so I gave up on it for a while. The only thing I can't really give up on is my school's choir. But everything else, I'm done with for now.

I don't have a very good relationship with my parents. My mom's pushy and annoying to me, and my dad thinks I'm going to end up nowhere in life. I'm also not a fan of where I live. At all. But does this mean that my life is completely horrible? Of course not.

I like to make a lot of stuff up about me that isn't true. Not like rumors you would hear in school, but ridiculous things that are probably humanely impossible.

I'm slowly on my way to becoming a vegetarian. Dad's also unhappy with that.

My cat is probably my best friend.

I'm probably leaving a few things out, but that's why there's an edit button. But yeah, these are just the basics of me. In case you wanted to know.

Stretchy stretchy stretchy....

I woke up an hour early today, and I was kind of mad. You know, it's really weird because the later I fall asleep, the earlier I wake. Take for example, in the beginning of the week. I fell asleep around 11, and I didn't wake up (naturally) until 6:30. Because I forgot to set my alarm. Last night, when I forgot to set my alarm again, I fall asleep around 12:30 and wake up around 5:15. Bizarre, right? Yet again, I can't be surprised. Everything works in opposite ways for me.

I can't stop stretching. It's like my back just feels all squished and stuff and I can't fix it. Oh well, maybe it'll go away soon. Good news is, last day of April. More bad news is, I'm actually not looking forward to go to my dad's and Leia's not gonna be in school today since she went on that retreat thingy for 2 days. So I kind of have to go it alone for a while. Also, I need to dye my hair.

Good morning again, friends.

I fall in love too easily.

With music. And the weirdest songs, too. Within the past month, I've gained a newfound love for these bands/artists:

- Dschinghis Khan, a German disco group from the late 70's/early 80's

- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero, a half-indie half-folk band. Sort of.

- Värttinä, some sort of...Finnish folk band? I guess so.

- Harry Belafonte, a Caribbean pop singer

- Albannach, a traditional Scottish band. Pretty much hardcore bagpipe music.

- Various early 90's Japanese theme songs sang in English.

- The Offspring. If you don't know who they are, I frown upon you.

- Eric Whitacre. No, that's a lie. I've had a love for his music for a good, strong...almost 5 months now. I've just had that song stuck in my head straight for about a week now.

What can I say? I'm very diverse in my tastes.

Humdeedum

It feels nice to wear dry Converse again. I just...I can't stand when I have wet canvas around my foot. You know what I'm sayin'?

You know what? I'm openly admitting now that I'm in love with Simon and Garfunkel. Except for Bridge Over Troubled Water. For some reason, I just loathe that song. Every other song is magic, though. And it makes me want to cover either Mrs. Robinson or Cecilia. My two favorite songs, at least voice-wise.

Alright, that's all I wanted to share with you lovely people.

It's been a few days

and I still haven't talked to my mom. I just can't believe she would take the side of someone who's cutting back on our futures. Puh.

One month!~

One month, one month, one month.~~~

I can totally wait that long.

Ever experience anything so wonderful, and so unreal?

So. Not to long ago, I found myself in a dreamlike state of mind whilst, again, listening to Sleep because that song's just singed into my brain. Not burnt, not branded, SINGED. Anyway. So there's one line...or a few, that...the words just make me drift off to some unknown destination. And I'm just lifted millions of miles away from the ground. My eyes are closed, so I'm not sure if I could be in the sky or under the sea, but it's just soothing. My breathing is in slow rhythm and for once in a long time, I feel at peace. I really do.

Such an exhilarating feeling, and I just wish I could stay there longer than I just did. I'm not sure if it was the song itself or just the thoughts going through my head, but I think that everyone should at least feel that way, even if it was for a few short moments. Just gives them a break from the real world, whether it's well-deserved or not. Or maybe we all do feel it when we die. Since Sleep is literally about death, maybe that's where our state of mind goes when we die. Or at least, I hope it does.

"What dreams may come both dark and deep

Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep"

Wonderful.

Tri-town area, you're not looking too well.

And your people are angered with you. At least a few are, and yes. This includes me, of course. But you know what? It's not just the hatred for Mt. Ephraim/Aubudon/the Park that's fueling the gloom around here. People's lives are just starting to suck in general. Whether it's getting into constant fights and/or arguments with family, or realizing the relationship you're in is absolutely terrible, but you don't do anything about it. Or, you have a huge fear of becoming a big nothing in the future because everyone's eventually, maybe going to leave your life and you just want to escape it all before it's too late. Without the choice of death, of course.

Things are just becoming awful around here. Everyone's changing for the worse, things are just falling apart, and the hopes of summer vacation doesn't seem to be such a miraculous revival to me anymore. And that may be bringing me down even more. Just please, PLEASE hurry up and save me. You don't know how badly I need it.

I really rage at myself sometimes...

You know that stereotypical "I have to stay up late because I'm waiting for that one special text ohmygodohmygodohmygod"? Well...I don't take it to that extreme, but I just hate when I fall asleep on weeknights. Take last night, for example. I'm up until about 12, 12:15 which is normal for me. HOWEVER. If I would've just kept my eyes open for TEN MORE MINUTES...I could have had another awesome late-night conversation. I love my late-night conversations because...well, I miss him. And yeah, you get the point.

So when I woke up this morning, I heard my phone vibrate (Yes. I always keep my phone on vibrate. That's why I didn't wake up to answer it. Stupid me.) and it was Twitter, of course. But when I noticed I had another message, I just raaaaaaaged all over the mother flipping place. And now I have to wait until tonight to text him back because that's just the way things work out for us.

And, instead of feeling good this morning, I'm just sitting here consuming saltines, apple juice, and various songs of Eric Whitacre because I had Sleep stuck in my head while I was taking a shower whilst created a depressing short story in my head, but I'm not sure if I'm really going to type it up. I'm not big on writing depressing short stories because they normally turn out dumb and Mary-Sueish. Yuck. Sigh, I've run out of saltines...wonder what Jim's doing today. Or Dan. Or someone.

12:07 AM

I can't sleep. I just close my eyes, but I'm still awake. The only reason I close my eyes is because they hurt so bad. Maybe because within the past 6 hours I've just been bawling like a motherless child.

As much as I respect people caring about me and trying to give me sympathy, just telling me that they're sorry and things will get better does absolutely nothing for me. In fact, it might even make it worse. Nobody knew what this meant to me. Not making it is just like if my best friend was just killed, it's on that same level. Yes, I'm happy for the people that made it, but please. Don't give your sympathies to me unless you feel exactly the way I do.

There's only one person who could make me feel better, and I still have to wait. Maybe Hannah was right. Maybe I shouldn't sing for my career. Music is one of the hardest businesses out there and only the best can make it. And that's just not me. I can't keep going through always having my heart painfully ripped out after every failure. You just wouldn't understand. And for that, I'm sorry.

Singing, singing, singing.

I'm really envying Tarja right now. She would SO be a section leader in All South if she went to a South Jersey school. And she's so pretty, too. Must be the Finnish thing. A lot of Finnish women are beautiful.

Meh, getting off topic. I dunno, I've just been so quiet after auditions and all I wanna do is sleep. I'm not sure if it's out of nervousness of how I did or something inside me is just like, voice, just take it easy for a while. I can tell that my dad's real weird about it, too. He's just being so mean this weekend. I can't really wait until the week actually starts because maybe I'll just have time to myself. And I kinda hope we get the audition results back soon. I just want to see Leia's name on the list, next to mine, of course.

Urgh, why am I typing out this post? It's so pointless. D:

O hai, Mr. Map.

So. Auditions kinda went on as I planned, aside from Richard being there. That made my day, though, but sometimes I feel bad for not getting better acquainted back with him when I had the chance. No matter, he's super duper friendly and acts just as if I knew him for half a year. That's what I like in people, some just have that natural ability to just be so chill and awesome around everyone. Ah, good ol' Richard. Nice Richard is nice. Just like Longcat is long. One lesson he should never forget.

Besides Richard, I totally didn't flunk up my tonal memory. I might have gone flat on a few notes, but that's just my voice. All stupid and whatnot. I just hate to say that I was all panicky in-between switching rooms and getting lost. I just wanted to find Scott chilling somewhere in the school even though he wasn't there at all. I'm over it now, a bit more chilled than I have been the past few days. I can cope with the cold feeling a little better now that it's all over. Although maybe it would've been cool if Luis could have taken a little longer with his audition, since we waited for him for...what? 20 minutes? Oh well.

There's just one thing. One thing that was irritating me to no end. And I won't stay on this topic long because it's not really right to bash on people, but I just wish Laura knew how to shut her mouth and stop being SUCH A LITTLE GIRL. Seriously. She thinks people are listening to her when she talks about useless things and laughs obnoxiously. I know she was in All South one year. So was I. And Richard could tell by the look on my face that she was really annoying. She'll never mature, I fear. Ever.

Alright. Enough of that. So now I'm just creepily staring at the map (which nobody could read right because we're all derps) of WDHS. This is probably gonna end up on my wall and I'm gonna feel really weird about it later on. Sigh...my left leg is in a lot of pain for no apparent reason. And I just shivered a little bit. Just a little while longer, though. A little while and then I'm free, even for a day. Maybe the shivers will finally disappear.

Great day, awkward walk home.

Well. Leia convinced me to go to my dad's and make brownies which surprisingly had caramel and CALIFORNIA WALNUTS in them. That, my dear, I was not expecting. So when I go back on Friday, I has to make Luhluhluhluh some nuggets. Made of chicken. Unfortunately, they are not dinosaur-shaped.

Anyways. So I had to walk home before my dad got home because it's still my mom's week. (Bleckh.) And I took the Black Horse Pike way. I passed by a lot of creepy things, and I was pretty weirded out. By that old run-down inn place, some middle-aged Hindu guy was riding a bicycle and coughing obnoxiously ALL while staring at me. When I got around Wawa, some idiot dad was holding his 4-year-old son (or so it looked like) and ran across the pike at a very dangerous spot. Stupid STUPID people.

But I must say the most awkward part (OF COURSE) was when I was passing by the old porn shop/strip club place. Three cars started to drive out while I was walking past the exit. But there was this one truck who was driving and then his tailpipe did a complete derp and was just like...dragging behind the car and made an ugly screechy noise as it drug on the concrete. But I kept walking because I just wanted to get out of there. It was just really REALLY weird.

Audubon Park was even creepier than usual. The first thing that I notice when I walk into the main entrance is this really old fat...man, I think, I didn't even know. But it was just some super-pedo-looking person. And he was just standing there. Staring at the tiny preschool playground. Even though it had a fence and everything so the kids were safe, he was just...STARING at them. And then he hurried away once he noticed me walking by. And then finally when I got onto my mom's street, (this part isn't that bad.) some guy I didn't know, but he gave off this vibe like he thought he was so cool. With his sunglasses and his spiky hair and open blue and white pinstripe with a white t-shirt underneath. He was like, "Dude. That girl's wearing a Yes shirt. I love it." So of course I thank him and his other friend, WHAT a smart-ass commented "I bet she doesn't even know who Yes is! Bah." So I got my sass on and was all, "Oh, hunny. I saw them at the Tower theater and it was a disappointment because Jon Anderson wasn't there." In my head I was thinking "SHUT CHO' MOUTH, GREASEBALL." And the cool guy was like, "Yeah. Who were they touring with?" I told them Asia. And apparently the cool guy didn't like Asia. And out of nowhere, he just snickers and says, "You're Kyle's sister...arentcha?" I nodded and did an eyeroll in my mind, then they were just quiet and I turned around and kept walking to my mom's house.

Really weird walk home, I must say. And I'm still in shock that Colonel Sanders was a real person. Was he in the army or something? o.o

I'd like to thank Bob Grant Jr.

And his epic stories. Because of this, Jordan and I are going on an epic trip this summer, although we haven't decided since we just decided to go on a trip this summer. We'll save up all our munnies and go to maybe some sort of awesome musicfest filled with awesomeness. I'm excited, and I really hope it can happen. Jordan deserves it anyway, she's starting to turn her choices around for the best. :D

Rescuing. That's what I need.

And I shall receive it soon, that's what I am promised. Although I'm always desperately wondering when, I'm more than patient. I'm just slightly excited because maybe it'll be before the end of the school year. A girl can only dream, right?

Just as I expected.

4 hours of sleep at the max. I've had worse, but I was hurting last night. A lot. But now I see it that now that I've had a night of suffering, I have to put it all behind me and be tough. No talk of this. I don't even know anyone or anything outside of the tri-town area. Unfortunately, I've run out of strawberry Pez, and school's starting up again so I'll probably have to go to BAND for flipping I don't know how long. I'm gonna die. Today, I'm gonna die because my French teacher will break my neck. It's useless to put up a fight. I hate her so much, but I have to stop thinking about that for a moment.

My stomach hurts. And I've got a bad chill. Yesterday, I saw that some bees or some sort of stinging insect were making little honeycombs in my window where I left the screen open, and I thought that was pretty nifty. I don't know why, but all I know is that I';m just not gonna open that window for a while. Or at least my mom better not or I'll stab her. With the bee stingers of the bees making that honeycomb. She's not allergic, she can handle it.

I'm so freaking cold. It feels like winter again. Raaaah, what's wrong with me?! Only five more days, maybe that's one of the problems. I'm not nervous at all, I can promise you that though. Nor disappointed. I just don't feel anything, I guess. Oh well.

Hiccup.

A few things. Maybe a rant, but first off. I'm possibly, probably the weirdest person on Earth right now. Because anyone who daydreams about being in a German disco band must OBVIOUSLY be insane. And that's....I'm not gonna deny it. That person is me. I want to recreate Dschinghis Khan. And if I had a chance to do so, I think I'd know some of the people I'd choose to be in it with me. I'm just gonna go the Moskau way since that's their most popular song. Well....video, per se. I think we'd just need the bald guy (I heard his name was Steve. o.o), the dude with the pedo stache, and I'm not sure if Leia would want to be the leader or one of the girls. But I totally call chick in the yellow dress. Because I want that dress. I'm being completely honest, I LOVE her dress. .___.;;; But yeah. So far, I've got three people (including myself) that I want in my Dschinghis Khan replica band. Will this ever really happen? I...doubt it. I can dream though, right? Just like being a gondolier, although I'm slightly more serious about that one...

So. Onto a different topic. For some reason today, I was just lying on my couch and thinking about babies. Not necessarily having one of my own, because I never will, but just...naming them. You know when they first come about and the parents are all like, "I want to name the baby Larry" or something. I just hate the way babies don't know anything. I know they can't help it, but the parents have so much power over them. And yeah yeah, they have to be parents and teach them stuff and they HAVE to make decisions for them, but I just hate the way that we never have the freedom to name ourselves when we first come about. You know? Yes, we are legally allowed to change our names when we become 18 or something, but for the first seventeen years of our life, we're just stuck with this label that our parents forced upon us. I despise thinking about that. And no, it's not just because I hate the name Samantha. I still do, and I'm not even really fond of Alyse anymore. Although I can't change my name to Sheep, people would think I'm on acid or something. Besides, I'm not THAT crazy. Muh.

Maybe I should ask people on Omegle if they would join my German disco band. I'll go do that now.