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.