IT'S ALMOST MY NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY.
Friday, June 25, 2010
June 25th, 2010
I don't know why I suddenly decided to check my blogger account, it's been almost six months to the day since I posted. Not exactly a good track record. So much has happened, it's hard to keep track. I've made and lost best friends, I've made and lost myself. But, seriously, now is not the time for deep, eloquent soul searching.
IT'S ALMOST MY NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY.
IT'S ALMOST MY NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Milestone
So I don't think anyone even reads this anymore, but today was a big day, and I think it deserves to be commemorated.
Today I finished my final class in my first semester of college.
As in that's it. I'm officially done. The end of the beginning.
I'm a little bit in shock, I think. I guess it's not that big of a deal, but it feels big to me. I can't pretend I'm a kid anymore, I've got a semester of college under my belt.
It just feels surreal, ya know? Like, I've been building up to this for my entire life, and what do I have to show for it? I'm in college. I flunked math, and got A's in english and Anthropology. Math is a whole nother story, but I can honestly say that I put tons of effort into that class, and that sometimes it's not up to you.
So I'm in college, I've made a few friends, and I really think I've grown up some. Well, I'd probably better say that I just know that I've changed alot, I hope it's changing in the right direction. I've made a couple good friends at college, a few forever friends have stayed on board since high school. I'm learning I'm not as much of a social butterfly as I thought.
I also haven't dated anyone in nearly a year, and I'm really proud of myself. Someone once said that the most important thing you could learn is how to be alone, how to be happy with yourself without needing others to validate you, or without defining yourself by the person you're in a relationship with. I'm almost there. Doesn't mean I'm going to go throw myself at the first person who comes by, though. I still think it's gonna take a Superman to sweet me off my feet. (Preferably one that's not Tom Welling, because that guy is a JERK.)
I think I can pretty much sum my life up with this song. So I'll leave you with this, my favorite song of the... Ya know, life. Crazy Circles, by Bad Company:
Life is like a merry go round painted horses riding up and down
Music takes you and you're gone again, crazy circles never seem to end
Oh I will face the sun, leavin shadows for behind
And together we'll go on through time oh yeah
Life is like a game of chance: Some find riches and some romance, some find happiness and some find sorrow, some find it today and some maybe tomorrow
Oh I will face the sun, leavin shadows for behind
And together we'll go on through time oh yeah
Life is like a carousel you aim for heaven, and you wind up in hell
To all the world you're livin like a king
But you're just a puppet on a broken string
Oh I will face the sun leavin shadows for behind
And together we'll go on through time oh yeah
Life is like mm and the life is like mm
Crazy circles goin round and round
Crazy circles round and round and
One day you're up and the next day you're down
Life is like a merry go round
Today I finished my final class in my first semester of college.
As in that's it. I'm officially done. The end of the beginning.
I'm a little bit in shock, I think. I guess it's not that big of a deal, but it feels big to me. I can't pretend I'm a kid anymore, I've got a semester of college under my belt.
It just feels surreal, ya know? Like, I've been building up to this for my entire life, and what do I have to show for it? I'm in college. I flunked math, and got A's in english and Anthropology. Math is a whole nother story, but I can honestly say that I put tons of effort into that class, and that sometimes it's not up to you.
So I'm in college, I've made a few friends, and I really think I've grown up some. Well, I'd probably better say that I just know that I've changed alot, I hope it's changing in the right direction. I've made a couple good friends at college, a few forever friends have stayed on board since high school. I'm learning I'm not as much of a social butterfly as I thought.
I also haven't dated anyone in nearly a year, and I'm really proud of myself. Someone once said that the most important thing you could learn is how to be alone, how to be happy with yourself without needing others to validate you, or without defining yourself by the person you're in a relationship with. I'm almost there. Doesn't mean I'm going to go throw myself at the first person who comes by, though. I still think it's gonna take a Superman to sweet me off my feet. (Preferably one that's not Tom Welling, because that guy is a JERK.)
I think I can pretty much sum my life up with this song. So I'll leave you with this, my favorite song of the... Ya know, life. Crazy Circles, by Bad Company:
Life is like a merry go round painted horses riding up and down
Music takes you and you're gone again, crazy circles never seem to end
Oh I will face the sun, leavin shadows for behind
And together we'll go on through time oh yeah
Life is like a game of chance: Some find riches and some romance, some find happiness and some find sorrow, some find it today and some maybe tomorrow
Oh I will face the sun, leavin shadows for behind
And together we'll go on through time oh yeah
Life is like a carousel you aim for heaven, and you wind up in hell
To all the world you're livin like a king
But you're just a puppet on a broken string
Oh I will face the sun leavin shadows for behind
And together we'll go on through time oh yeah
Life is like mm and the life is like mm
Crazy circles goin round and round
Crazy circles round and round and
One day you're up and the next day you're down
Life is like a merry go round
Friday, September 18, 2009
FINALLY.
I wrote this paper for my English class. Thought it might be nice for everyone who was holding their breath for my Comic Con post. :D
Cassidi Hess English 101
Nerd prom, is what I told most people. The time of the year when all sorts of people obsessed with all sorts of things got together and talked and dressed up and geeked out in every way possible. For my best friend and I, it was a pilgrimage to see the people who created something that we dedicated our lives to one hour every week: Supernatural. To the casual observer, it’s a television show about two brothers who hunt things and save the world. But to us, it was an escape from our mundane real lives, a chance to live in a world of excitement where good would always conquer evil and you could sell your soul to a tiny brunette if you put your picture, along with some cat bones, in the dirt at a crossroads. What wasn’t to love? This year there would be the creator, two writers, and two actors. We scrimped and saved for months to make the weeklong trip to San Diego, California, for the 70th Annual Comic Con.
Most people thought we were nuts. Spending two hundred dollars on tickets to a convention? Staying with relatives we had never met for a week to spend an hour in the same room as five people who would never really interact with us? Oh they of little faith. As if we had only spent two hundred dollars! All in all we spent around $1000 for the trip, and not a penny of it misspent, even in retrospect. We bought our tickets in March, and were only just able to snag them; within a week the entire four day convention was sold out completely. We were the envy of our friends. Not only would we get to see the cast and crew from Supernatural, but we would be in San Diego for a whole week! All we had to do was survive the four months until it came!
This was easier than it sounded. While waiting for our California trip, I busied myself with prom, graduation, and various other ‘senior’ like activities, and for a while even forgot the carrot I had been dangling in front of my own nose. April, May, June flew by, then July was here! I had only a month to prepare. Make that three weeks…
Before I knew it we were packed and loaded into my best friend Kathy’s red SUV and driving into the sunset, metaphorically speaking. We arrived in beautiful San Diego, California in the middle of the night and woke up the next morning to a world transformed. Everywhere we looked was lush, green, and full of life. Outside our window grew grapefruit trees, vines, flowers of every color. Having come from a small town high in the mountains of Arizona, this world of brilliant light and bright colors was a veritable Eden, and we made the most of our two free days basking in the sun.
Finally, finally, the big day. Our convention was about to begin! The day we had waited on for months! We arrived at the San Diego Convention Center, and walked through the doors. It was a bombardment of the senses. Everywhere we looked, we were greeted with visions of characters from comic books, movies, television shows, and some who were most likely products of their own imagination.
Tall, short, old, young, every imaginable kind of person, and the only equalizer was the excitement you could feel buzzing in the air. The smell, well, it smelled like thousands of people crammed into a space, but no one minded. The smell of people, mixed with the smell of the stale convention food, would’ve been unpleasant if any one of the 126,000 people present had stopped to think about it, but of course no one did. They were too busy making their way into the venue room, where one could buy any product they could possibly dream of. The conundrum of sound, caused by the squealing of excited fans, bragging of authors, illustrators, and creators, and even occasionally celebrities, was deafening.
This was our routine for three days, spending time and too much money in the vendor room, and visiting the panels. Sunday was about to roll around, the day of days. Looking back, I don’t know how I slept the night before. Knowing that in a few short hours, I would be in the same room as Eric Kripke, the man who created the show I adored, Misha Collins, the actor who brought one of my favorite characters to life, and Sera Gamble, my very favorite screenwriter ever to grace the small screen. I always looked out for her name on the opening credits, and paid extra attention to the show to see the secret messages she sent out to the watchers. Sera was everything I, a girl with dreams of fame and being a published writer, hoped to be. Smart, classy, witty… Needless to say, I was excited for her most of all.
Sunday morning found Kathy and I up and getting dressed at 5:45 AM. Our panel didn’t start until eleven, but there was no chance we were risking being even a moment late. We hopped on the train by 6:30 and beat most of the crowds - or so we thought. We strolled down the nearly empty halls, sure that no one would’ve thought to arrive at the Convention Center four hours before the panel started. Were we ever wrong! The only hallway with any people lined up at all was ours, and it was so crowded we couldn’t even see the end of the line! After a few moments of panic, we were able to find a spot to wait out the hours. We chatted to anyone who would listen to us speak. Soon we had a small gathering of three or four people who were waiting for the panel as well, and vibrated with anticipation as the moments clicked by.
The doors opened at 10 o’clock for the Smallville panel. While we couldn’t care less about the Superman spin off, we weren’t about to let the chance for good seats pass us by. We found seats as close up as we could, which wasn’t too far, considering we were now a group of eight who refused to be separated from each other. The panel dragged, about as much as you would expect from a show that was about to head into it’s tenth season. I soon felt that familiar pressure, and was grateful for the fifteen minute break between panels. I was sure I’d have enough time to find a bathroom and be back before Supernatural started.
As soon as the lights came up, I told the rest of my friends to save me a seat, and made my way through the crowds to the doors and got the tiny blue ticket that would assure me entrance back into the room. I clung to it as if my life depended on it, found the ladies’ room, then was all set to wander back when BAM! I slammed right into someone. My eyes started at her shoes and slowly worked my way up until I hit the curly black hair, mischievous green eyes, and lips quirked into a smile.
“Oh, jeez, excuse me.” I’d have recognized the voice anywhere.
“But you’re… Sera! Sera Gamble!” My words tumbled out of my mouth, incoherent even to me. But she must’ve understood and laughed.
“That’s me! It’s nice to meet you. But I’m also late for my panel so… See you in there!” She waved, and as graceful as you please, waltzed through the doors and onto the stage.
She would never remember my name. And someday the show that I love so dearly now will fade into a memory of an obsession that ate away at my precious time and resources. But the chance to meet a childhood hero, a woman who was smart and successful and beautiful and everything I aspired to be? That was a once in a lifetime experience.
And, yes, I stretched the truth. And yes, the secret messages Sera sends to us is that Show is the Epic love story of Sam and Dean. But really, not half bad paper, if I do say so myself. :D
Cassidi Hess English 101
Nerd prom, is what I told most people. The time of the year when all sorts of people obsessed with all sorts of things got together and talked and dressed up and geeked out in every way possible. For my best friend and I, it was a pilgrimage to see the people who created something that we dedicated our lives to one hour every week: Supernatural. To the casual observer, it’s a television show about two brothers who hunt things and save the world. But to us, it was an escape from our mundane real lives, a chance to live in a world of excitement where good would always conquer evil and you could sell your soul to a tiny brunette if you put your picture, along with some cat bones, in the dirt at a crossroads. What wasn’t to love? This year there would be the creator, two writers, and two actors. We scrimped and saved for months to make the weeklong trip to San Diego, California, for the 70th Annual Comic Con.
Most people thought we were nuts. Spending two hundred dollars on tickets to a convention? Staying with relatives we had never met for a week to spend an hour in the same room as five people who would never really interact with us? Oh they of little faith. As if we had only spent two hundred dollars! All in all we spent around $1000 for the trip, and not a penny of it misspent, even in retrospect. We bought our tickets in March, and were only just able to snag them; within a week the entire four day convention was sold out completely. We were the envy of our friends. Not only would we get to see the cast and crew from Supernatural, but we would be in San Diego for a whole week! All we had to do was survive the four months until it came!
This was easier than it sounded. While waiting for our California trip, I busied myself with prom, graduation, and various other ‘senior’ like activities, and for a while even forgot the carrot I had been dangling in front of my own nose. April, May, June flew by, then July was here! I had only a month to prepare. Make that three weeks…
Before I knew it we were packed and loaded into my best friend Kathy’s red SUV and driving into the sunset, metaphorically speaking. We arrived in beautiful San Diego, California in the middle of the night and woke up the next morning to a world transformed. Everywhere we looked was lush, green, and full of life. Outside our window grew grapefruit trees, vines, flowers of every color. Having come from a small town high in the mountains of Arizona, this world of brilliant light and bright colors was a veritable Eden, and we made the most of our two free days basking in the sun.
Finally, finally, the big day. Our convention was about to begin! The day we had waited on for months! We arrived at the San Diego Convention Center, and walked through the doors. It was a bombardment of the senses. Everywhere we looked, we were greeted with visions of characters from comic books, movies, television shows, and some who were most likely products of their own imagination.
Tall, short, old, young, every imaginable kind of person, and the only equalizer was the excitement you could feel buzzing in the air. The smell, well, it smelled like thousands of people crammed into a space, but no one minded. The smell of people, mixed with the smell of the stale convention food, would’ve been unpleasant if any one of the 126,000 people present had stopped to think about it, but of course no one did. They were too busy making their way into the venue room, where one could buy any product they could possibly dream of. The conundrum of sound, caused by the squealing of excited fans, bragging of authors, illustrators, and creators, and even occasionally celebrities, was deafening.
This was our routine for three days, spending time and too much money in the vendor room, and visiting the panels. Sunday was about to roll around, the day of days. Looking back, I don’t know how I slept the night before. Knowing that in a few short hours, I would be in the same room as Eric Kripke, the man who created the show I adored, Misha Collins, the actor who brought one of my favorite characters to life, and Sera Gamble, my very favorite screenwriter ever to grace the small screen. I always looked out for her name on the opening credits, and paid extra attention to the show to see the secret messages she sent out to the watchers. Sera was everything I, a girl with dreams of fame and being a published writer, hoped to be. Smart, classy, witty… Needless to say, I was excited for her most of all.
Sunday morning found Kathy and I up and getting dressed at 5:45 AM. Our panel didn’t start until eleven, but there was no chance we were risking being even a moment late. We hopped on the train by 6:30 and beat most of the crowds - or so we thought. We strolled down the nearly empty halls, sure that no one would’ve thought to arrive at the Convention Center four hours before the panel started. Were we ever wrong! The only hallway with any people lined up at all was ours, and it was so crowded we couldn’t even see the end of the line! After a few moments of panic, we were able to find a spot to wait out the hours. We chatted to anyone who would listen to us speak. Soon we had a small gathering of three or four people who were waiting for the panel as well, and vibrated with anticipation as the moments clicked by.
The doors opened at 10 o’clock for the Smallville panel. While we couldn’t care less about the Superman spin off, we weren’t about to let the chance for good seats pass us by. We found seats as close up as we could, which wasn’t too far, considering we were now a group of eight who refused to be separated from each other. The panel dragged, about as much as you would expect from a show that was about to head into it’s tenth season. I soon felt that familiar pressure, and was grateful for the fifteen minute break between panels. I was sure I’d have enough time to find a bathroom and be back before Supernatural started.
As soon as the lights came up, I told the rest of my friends to save me a seat, and made my way through the crowds to the doors and got the tiny blue ticket that would assure me entrance back into the room. I clung to it as if my life depended on it, found the ladies’ room, then was all set to wander back when BAM! I slammed right into someone. My eyes started at her shoes and slowly worked my way up until I hit the curly black hair, mischievous green eyes, and lips quirked into a smile.
“Oh, jeez, excuse me.” I’d have recognized the voice anywhere.
“But you’re… Sera! Sera Gamble!” My words tumbled out of my mouth, incoherent even to me. But she must’ve understood and laughed.
“That’s me! It’s nice to meet you. But I’m also late for my panel so… See you in there!” She waved, and as graceful as you please, waltzed through the doors and onto the stage.
She would never remember my name. And someday the show that I love so dearly now will fade into a memory of an obsession that ate away at my precious time and resources. But the chance to meet a childhood hero, a woman who was smart and successful and beautiful and everything I aspired to be? That was a once in a lifetime experience.
And, yes, I stretched the truth. And yes, the secret messages Sera sends to us is that Show is the Epic love story of Sam and Dean. But really, not half bad paper, if I do say so myself. :D
Thursday, August 20, 2009
More Exciting Summer Adventures!
So, I just realized. This summer has been kind of celebrity ridden for me! These are some of the people I've seen, and where they were:
This is Allison Mack, the sweetheart who plays Chloe on Smallville. We met in the bathroom at Comic Con!
Travis Wester, better known as Harry Spangler on Ghostfacers! I bumped into him while walking around at Comic Con. He glared at me!
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Cathrine Boecher, who plays Lilith most of season four of SUPERNATURAL! I didn't actually meet her, but I saw her at the Bob Dylan concert! No, I didn't actually confirm it's her... But I know it in my heart to be true. :D
And THIS is Sera Gamble! That's right, our favorite squeegirl from the SPN writer's room. I bumped into her while she was walking into the panel, and I was going to the bathroom. I cannot ever remember being more incoherent... Still am. :D
This is Allison Mack, the sweetheart who plays Chloe on Smallville. We met in the bathroom at Comic Con!
Travis Wester, better known as Harry Spangler on Ghostfacers! I bumped into him while walking around at Comic Con. He glared at me!
Cathrine Boecher, who plays Lilith most of season four of SUPERNATURAL! I didn't actually meet her, but I saw her at the Bob Dylan concert! No, I didn't actually confirm it's her... But I know it in my heart to be true. :D
And THIS is Sera Gamble! That's right, our favorite squeegirl from the SPN writer's room. I bumped into her while she was walking into the panel, and I was going to the bathroom. I cannot ever remember being more incoherent... Still am. :D
Sometimes I Get REALLY Cute Forwards.
You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:
1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.
2. An old friend who once saved your life.
3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car?
Think before you continue reading. This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application.
You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.
The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer.
He simply answered: 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.'
Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to Think Outside of the Box.
HOWEVER...., the correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery, have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car, then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.
1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.
2. An old friend who once saved your life.
3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car?
Think before you continue reading. This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application.
You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.
The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer.
He simply answered: 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.'
Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to Think Outside of the Box.
HOWEVER...., the correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery, have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car, then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Quickie
I'm way too lazy for this blog. The poor baby gets neglected all the time! Someday I'll come back and do the super duper blog that it deserves.
But, let's be honest, this is my stopping in for a quick bite before diving right back into... Whatever it is I do. Mostly Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right now.
-Moved in down in Chandler! It's too hot. But it's definitely growing on me. :D
-Went to California last week... It was amazing. Had a day at the beach that deserves it's own entire post.
-Saw Bob Willie Nelson, John Mellencamp, and Bob Dylan in said state. Honestly, Dylan was a disappointment. Mellencamp was fantastic, though!
-Going to a Green Day concert on Saturday! Whoo!
-School starts on monday. wish me luck!
-I'm crazy homesick. I miss my family and my beffie and my puppy. Good Golly I miss my Molly. :[ :[ :[
But, let's be honest, this is my stopping in for a quick bite before diving right back into... Whatever it is I do. Mostly Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right now.
-Moved in down in Chandler! It's too hot. But it's definitely growing on me. :D
-Went to California last week... It was amazing. Had a day at the beach that deserves it's own entire post.
-Saw Bob Willie Nelson, John Mellencamp, and Bob Dylan in said state. Honestly, Dylan was a disappointment. Mellencamp was fantastic, though!
-Going to a Green Day concert on Saturday! Whoo!
-School starts on monday. wish me luck!
-I'm crazy homesick. I miss my family and my beffie and my puppy. Good Golly I miss my Molly. :[ :[ :[
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The End of the Line
I've spent five years hating Show Low, hating the petty small town politics.
I hated the wind, the weather.
I hated the cliques that wouldn't let me in, or that I saw shunning other people who desperately wanted acceptance.
I hated going to the one store in the whole town and seeing at least six people I know.
I have fought it tooth and nail.
And now I'm leaving.
Sure, I'll come back and visit, but honestly? I'll have a life in the valley. A home, friends, boyfriends, new dramarama that will have nothing to do with my life here. I've seen it happen with other people, and mourned like I didn't know I could. Now it's my turn.
It's not just letting go of a friend, or a love. It's letting go of my entire life. My family will be here, my saftey net will be here. The people I can't imagine my life without, in good ways or bad, will be here.
Anyways, here's the long and the short of it, kids:
I've set the date.
I'm moving down to the valley next Saturday.
It's soon, I know, but I'm going down a week early so I can go to a John Mellencamp, Bob Dylan, and Willie Nelson concert. I took a poll of from the important people, and they all say it's worth it.
So, to quote someone smarter- well, at least she was blonder and more eloquent- than me, if you've got something to say you'd better say it right now 'cause you don't have another day...
It's just so weird that it's all ending, ya know? I'm in a permanent state of confuddlement at the moment. Luckily for me, at least Blake is going to MCC too, so I'll have him around. :]
And seriously, if you all don't keep in touch, and call me, I will come back up and slit your throats.
Just kidding.
I hated the wind, the weather.
I hated the cliques that wouldn't let me in, or that I saw shunning other people who desperately wanted acceptance.
I hated going to the one store in the whole town and seeing at least six people I know.
I have fought it tooth and nail.
And now I'm leaving.
Sure, I'll come back and visit, but honestly? I'll have a life in the valley. A home, friends, boyfriends, new dramarama that will have nothing to do with my life here. I've seen it happen with other people, and mourned like I didn't know I could. Now it's my turn.
It's not just letting go of a friend, or a love. It's letting go of my entire life. My family will be here, my saftey net will be here. The people I can't imagine my life without, in good ways or bad, will be here.
Anyways, here's the long and the short of it, kids:
I've set the date.
I'm moving down to the valley next Saturday.
It's soon, I know, but I'm going down a week early so I can go to a John Mellencamp, Bob Dylan, and Willie Nelson concert. I took a poll of from the important people, and they all say it's worth it.
So, to quote someone smarter- well, at least she was blonder and more eloquent- than me, if you've got something to say you'd better say it right now 'cause you don't have another day...
It's just so weird that it's all ending, ya know? I'm in a permanent state of confuddlement at the moment. Luckily for me, at least Blake is going to MCC too, so I'll have him around. :]
And seriously, if you all don't keep in touch, and call me, I will come back up and slit your throats.
Just kidding.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
I Like The Sweet Life And The Silence...
Dear Thriving Ivory:
Thanks.
You made me cry.
Something about this thunderstorm makes me crave Jerome. I want to be in a pretty little garden, wearing an old fashioned nightgown, sitting in a bathtub.
In the middle of a thunderstorm.
Listening to that song by the Cardigans, storm. Why is my life not a music video?
Thanks.
You made me cry.
Something about this thunderstorm makes me crave Jerome. I want to be in a pretty little garden, wearing an old fashioned nightgown, sitting in a bathtub.
In the middle of a thunderstorm.
Listening to that song by the Cardigans, storm. Why is my life not a music video?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people (or not) and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think.
Pick Your Artist: U2
Are you male or female: Lady With The Spinning Head
Describe yourself: The Sweetest Thing
How do you feel about yourself: Mysterious Ways
Describe your current boy/girl situation: I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
Describe where you currently live: Where The Streets Have No Name
If you could go anywhere you wanted to go: city of Blinding Lights
Your favorite form of transportation: The Fly
Your best friend(s) is(are): Stranger in a Strange Land.
Your favorite color is: A Different Kind of Blue
Favorite time of day: When Love Comes To Town
If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: Running To Stand Still
What is life to you: Some Days Are Better Than Others
What is the best advice you have to give: Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
If you could change your name, what would it be: Mother of the Disappeared
Thought for the Day: Hold Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me, Kill Me.
How I would like to die: Tryin To Throw My Arms Around The World
My soul's present condition: Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of
This was so much fun, I think I'll try it with all of my favorite bands!
Pick Your Artist: U2
Are you male or female: Lady With The Spinning Head
Describe yourself: The Sweetest Thing
How do you feel about yourself: Mysterious Ways
Describe your current boy/girl situation: I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
Describe where you currently live: Where The Streets Have No Name
If you could go anywhere you wanted to go: city of Blinding Lights
Your favorite form of transportation: The Fly
Your best friend(s) is(are): Stranger in a Strange Land.
Your favorite color is: A Different Kind of Blue
Favorite time of day: When Love Comes To Town
If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: Running To Stand Still
What is life to you: Some Days Are Better Than Others
What is the best advice you have to give: Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
If you could change your name, what would it be: Mother of the Disappeared
Thought for the Day: Hold Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me, Kill Me.
How I would like to die: Tryin To Throw My Arms Around The World
My soul's present condition: Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of
This was so much fun, I think I'll try it with all of my favorite bands!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Vacay
So, I'm in Annabella, Utah.
It's pretty fun.
Though I'm not gonna lie, I came here hoping to run into a certian Sturgesaurus... and guess what.
HE'S GETTING MARRIED.
There goes that chance.
Anyways, The family is fine, as usual... Though we've got the mellow part of the farnsworths, so things are going smoother than usual.
But I miss home. I never thought I'd say that, but I DO! And I miss my beffie, and my Teannasaurus, and my teddy bears. And my own bathroom.
I guess this isn't really as exciting as it should be... I've just run out of blogging steam!
'cept, oh yeah.
I'M EIGHTEEN. How insane is that?? Legal adult, baby!
It's pretty fun.
Though I'm not gonna lie, I came here hoping to run into a certian Sturgesaurus... and guess what.
HE'S GETTING MARRIED.
There goes that chance.
Anyways, The family is fine, as usual... Though we've got the mellow part of the farnsworths, so things are going smoother than usual.
But I miss home. I never thought I'd say that, but I DO! And I miss my beffie, and my Teannasaurus, and my teddy bears. And my own bathroom.
I guess this isn't really as exciting as it should be... I've just run out of blogging steam!
'cept, oh yeah.
I'M EIGHTEEN. How insane is that?? Legal adult, baby!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
Could someone please 'splain to me how this:
Is supposed to play a young this??
No, Dr. Tam... I mean it. I am REALLY sick. It's probably a lethal disease... I might not recover. It's your duty as a physician to make my dying hours as meaningful as possible....
But seriously. Snotty, dumb Zac Efron got his 'big break' playing young Sean Maher in Firefly. Who knew? [[aside from me... Sunbeam tried to argue with me, but I had none of it.]]
And I just need to squeal about Sean Maher for a minute... Good hell this man is beautiful. T.V.'s sexiest- oh wait, it got CANCELLED. Screw you, Fox. SCREW. YOU. But man, couldn't you just eat him up?
So Disney's life size posable action figure got his start on Firefly, one of my favoritest awesomest shows in the 'verse. [No, I've not given up on Supernatural, I'm still on my high from the season finale, I'm just broadening my horizons.]
So, fun fact I guess? Kinda breaks my heart that someone can fall so desperately... He looked so alive, swearing in Chinese and bonding with Baby!River.
In other news, I'm almost eighteen.
And I really, really like this song... It's been singing its self for the past couple of days in the back of my heart.
I was going to say head, but heart came out, and I kinda like it. :]
I'm so excited to buy my eee PC!! Baby!Laptop, all my own.
And FLAGSTAFF... SQUEE!!! Kathy and I are going on Wednesday, and I am about to pee my pants I'm so excited.
Is supposed to play a young this??
No, Dr. Tam... I mean it. I am REALLY sick. It's probably a lethal disease... I might not recover. It's your duty as a physician to make my dying hours as meaningful as possible....
But seriously. Snotty, dumb Zac Efron got his 'big break' playing young Sean Maher in Firefly. Who knew? [[aside from me... Sunbeam tried to argue with me, but I had none of it.]]
And I just need to squeal about Sean Maher for a minute... Good hell this man is beautiful. T.V.'s sexiest- oh wait, it got CANCELLED. Screw you, Fox. SCREW. YOU. But man, couldn't you just eat him up?
So Disney's life size posable action figure got his start on Firefly, one of my favoritest awesomest shows in the 'verse. [No, I've not given up on Supernatural, I'm still on my high from the season finale, I'm just broadening my horizons.]
So, fun fact I guess? Kinda breaks my heart that someone can fall so desperately... He looked so alive, swearing in Chinese and bonding with Baby!River.
In other news, I'm almost eighteen.
And I really, really like this song... It's been singing its self for the past couple of days in the back of my heart.
I was going to say head, but heart came out, and I kinda like it. :]
I'm so excited to buy my eee PC!! Baby!Laptop, all my own.
And FLAGSTAFF... SQUEE!!! Kathy and I are going on Wednesday, and I am about to pee my pants I'm so excited.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Playlist
So, like I said, I started writing a bit lately. This is pretty much the soundtrack of my mind. Well, my mind as far as my stories go. Doesn't have much to do with my own personal life much.
Just thought I'd share. ^_^
Friday, June 12, 2009
It's Like The RENT of Saturday Night Life!
This video is freaking hilarious. Oh, Darling Dr. Horrible...
Thursday, June 11, 2009
sheh sheh.
"I once heard this story...
"There were two men, one old and one young. The old man proudly showed the young man his heart. 'My heart is perfect,' he said. 'No,' said the young man, pulling out his own heart, 'My heart is perfect.' The old man pulled back, 'But it's so ugly!'
"The young man nodded. His heart was ugly. It was broken and sewn back together, parts were missing and parts were obviously from different hearts, the pieces not matching exactly... 'It is ugly, but it means that I have loved. When you love some one, you give them a piece of your heart. Sometimes you get one in return, sometimes you don't... But it is because I have loved that my heart is perfect.'
"The old man looked down at his heart, it was whole, it was alone. He promptly ripped a piece out and handed it to the young man. The young man smiled and handed the old man a piece of his own heart."
to everyone who has taken/given heart... Sheh sheh. <3
"There were two men, one old and one young. The old man proudly showed the young man his heart. 'My heart is perfect,' he said. 'No,' said the young man, pulling out his own heart, 'My heart is perfect.' The old man pulled back, 'But it's so ugly!'
"The young man nodded. His heart was ugly. It was broken and sewn back together, parts were missing and parts were obviously from different hearts, the pieces not matching exactly... 'It is ugly, but it means that I have loved. When you love some one, you give them a piece of your heart. Sometimes you get one in return, sometimes you don't... But it is because I have loved that my heart is perfect.'
"The old man looked down at his heart, it was whole, it was alone. He promptly ripped a piece out and handed it to the young man. The young man smiled and handed the old man a piece of his own heart."
to everyone who has taken/given heart... Sheh sheh. <3
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
You Don't Want To Miss Out...
The last couple of days have been absolutely wonderful! I'm just in such a great mood, all the time... Probably because I can just chill at home, and play! I love playing with my besties. ^.^
Also, I freaking CANNOT WAIT for Flagstaff! Only thirteen more days! Expect a disgusting amount of pictures. :D
And after Flag, Teanna and I are going to Sunsplash for my birthday! Squee!!
Is it pathetic that i'm more excited for these two trips than I am for my eighteenth birthday? :P
I started writing again... I'm so proud of myself! Can I say that? But I feel very accomplished lately. I dig it. :D
And i'm pretty much a fan of this song... It's so cute!
Like I said.
Good mood.
Monday, June 8, 2009
I Don't Blog.
I haven't blogged in a week, and I'm not really upset about that.
Here's an update on my life, for anyone who cares:
--I've been basically babysitting nonstop the two weeks, and I don't see an end in sight.
--Kathy [I can call her that now!] and I are going to Flagstaff for my birthday! Squee! good way to hold ourselves over until the Big One.
-- explodingdog.tumblr.com: *snorts* it's funny!
-- I kinda want to name a dog/baby Harlow. And no, not after Nicole Richie's baby.
-- I'm training for a job! I'll be working with Dad, doing DHS presentations. So if you don't have insurance, or are currently unhappy with your insurance, lemme know... I get a commission. :]
-- Teannasaurus and I are going to Sunsplash for my birthday! Yay!
-- In case you couldn't tell, I'm not going to have an 18th bash... Just little trips. And that's the way, uh huh, I like it. :D
-- Dude. I'm turning 18.
-- I suck at playing nice with the other kids. I guess I just never learned to share toys... Or things that rhyme with toys.
-- Speaking of, Between Kathy and Jeff [the awesome guy I met at Disneyland!] I have fallen in love with Firefly. Also Big Band Theory. Both TV shows that you should watch... Unless you're Ben, in which case you shouldn't watch unless it's with me.
-- COMICON! *falls over, twitches*
-- I love my cell. If you don't have my number and you think you should, lemme know... I'll probably give it to you. :]
-- My life is, in all reality, pretty boring... I do what i do and I do it well. And by 'it', I mean pretty much lurk on ell-jay, hanging out with my two best friends, and babysitting.
I love it. :]
Here's an update on my life, for anyone who cares:
--I've been basically babysitting nonstop the two weeks, and I don't see an end in sight.
--Kathy [I can call her that now!] and I are going to Flagstaff for my birthday! Squee! good way to hold ourselves over until the Big One.
-- explodingdog.tumblr.com: *snorts* it's funny!
-- I kinda want to name a dog/baby Harlow. And no, not after Nicole Richie's baby.
-- I'm training for a job! I'll be working with Dad, doing DHS presentations. So if you don't have insurance, or are currently unhappy with your insurance, lemme know... I get a commission. :]
-- Teannasaurus and I are going to Sunsplash for my birthday! Yay!
-- In case you couldn't tell, I'm not going to have an 18th bash... Just little trips. And that's the way, uh huh, I like it. :D
-- Dude. I'm turning 18.
-- I suck at playing nice with the other kids. I guess I just never learned to share toys... Or things that rhyme with toys.
-- Speaking of, Between Kathy and Jeff [the awesome guy I met at Disneyland!] I have fallen in love with Firefly. Also Big Band Theory. Both TV shows that you should watch... Unless you're Ben, in which case you shouldn't watch unless it's with me.
-- COMICON! *falls over, twitches*
-- I love my cell. If you don't have my number and you think you should, lemme know... I'll probably give it to you. :]
-- My life is, in all reality, pretty boring... I do what i do and I do it well. And by 'it', I mean pretty much lurk on ell-jay, hanging out with my two best friends, and babysitting.
I love it. :]
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