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Because the status is not quo.
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My day (day being defined as a 24-hour period extending from 12:00 ante-meridian to 11:59 post-meridian GMT -08:00 (PST)) so far: I finished reading a book by Stephenie Meyer that was not a complete affront to God and Man. There were still some unsavory bits (because, you know, lying about your age is totally okay when you're in lurrrve!), but it was better than Twilight (as advertised), raised some interesting points to think about, and helped influence the really long and complicated (read: a bunch of tenuously related events unified mainly by the same theme) dream I then had about being caught in the midst of a rapidly spreading zombie infestation that started in Hawai'i (may have been a mirror-universe Hawai'i i as it was in fact westernmost in the chain) and then spread to my neighborhood really fast like in Pandemic 2. I packed some stuff, broke out of my bedroom window, grabbed a weapon, and owned some of the zombies before running off. After that it gets a little fuzzier, though I do remember hiding on the shores of a lake with some fellow survivors and finding that the zombies were sort of like the soul/human hybrids in The Host and also possibly the vampires from Strain by Guillermo Del Toro and this other guy, so they may not have been actual zombies per se. Also, I had this weird and unrelated interlude where I was switching between two bodies, one of which apparently contained Prussia, which needed to come out. O.o I slept in atrociously late because I wanted to continue the zombie dream, so I woke up at just about noon with Re: Your Brains running through my head, had a banana chocolate chip muffin and some fishy crackers, alternated between doing laundry and surfing the interwebs for a while, remembered to take a shower, thus restoring order to my hair and also having all sorts of wonderful ideas about my incubating Bionicle zombie fanfic, then made a token attempt at working on my scholarship notebook and also had a Mountain Dew: Voltage. After that I learned of my acceptance to the penultimate college to which I have applied. They sent me a water bottle and a cheap pen in an attempt to buy my love, but they also give really good financial aid, so I'm waiting to hear from them on that before I make any further decisions. Then I had dinner, the highlight of which was this pasta-chicken-feta-cheesy salad thing, and I popped downstairs to finish this off before going to play practice, which will involve dancing. Joy.
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As is usual, I was invited to and attended the annual birthday party for a young lady of our acquaintance. As is usual, I danced with a lot of girls and now have very sore legs and feet as a result. As is usual, I had an excellent time with my friends especially and other people in general. As is unusual, but very happiful, I danced rather a lot with a certain lovely lady and also talked with a British accent most of the night for some reason. Indeed, I am happiful. Yay! Part of me thinks there's a better combination of words for how I feel right now, but if so (indubitably so, mayhaps) it isn't coming. I blame the lateness of the hour. Still jolly good fun, anyway.
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Today I was a perfect consumerist heathen and bought most of the sets I want to get from the first 2010 wave: Tahu, Gresh, and Skrall Stars, Chromastone, Smash'n'Grab (yay Squidtron), and Wreck Raider. I look forward to using the new and funky pieces in the first four particularly. I bought Construct-a-Buzz, Guardian of the Deep, and Fire Blaster, which is oddly named because it blasts water, earlier, so I just want to get Woody and Buzz to the Rescue and my acquisitions shall be complete until summer. Also, starting a new play tonight. This time there might actually be people my age.
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So. 2010. Nice man. Good with kids. Thinking back, it's amazing and a bit frightening to contemplate how much I've changed over the past year, as well as how many changes still await me. This year I'll be flying on airplanes by myself, going to college, and generally becoming more independent than I have been so far. Even moreso than usual, I'm feeling particularly cautiously optimistic and happy about everything, which is all jolly good. So here I sit, listening to Boston's Peace of Mind and drinking a celebratory carton of eggnog. Among other things, I also took myself on a retrospective tour of my presence on the Internet over the last year and beyond, which alerted me to a couple of things: 1. Either the BBC is seriously in a decline in regards to criticism, or else my MOCing skills are now beyond reproach. From becoming intimately familiar with the forum after my promotion to staff, I must say that I think the former is the case. The same level of criticism just isn't there. Comparing topics then and now, it seems that there used to be a time when more people actually gave reasons for why they thought things should be changed, or that failing, at least offer criticism, period, rather than offering generic praise spam and comments like "I like x MOC better than y MOC" without explaining why. More people gave in-depth reviews, too. Of course, there are exceptions, and of course, I plan on doing something about this. I'm not just going to sit here on the sidelines and grump. Though I am apparently an adult now, so I guess I'm entitled. Or I could not take this so seriously and not do anything about it. That sounds like a good idea, actually. 2. I have some creations from wayyy back that I never posted here, so I thought I'd do that and see what happens. Have yourselves an Unwarrantedly Optimistic New Year, all! <3 oh and in completely unrelated news my walmart finally got some 2010 sets but with no sign of big chill or any stars i did however buy the big buzz lightyear and the small power miners vehicle and they are <3
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Let the Airing of Grievances begin! I have collected twenty-three of them, since Festivus is the 23rd. It grieves me that: 1. It will be a very long time, if ever, until I shall again be able to see the nice pretty girl who worked with me at the pool last night and with whom I hit it off rather well. 2. There is a complete lack of snow here such as to cause one to shake his fist at the world, roll over, and go back to sleep, as I did this morning. 3. People take unserious things seriously and serious things too seriously. 4. I have to wait until Christmas morning to eat the toutierre my mom baked. 5. Keith Goldman may still have a bias against studs. 6. I was not able to get all the pieces for my project from the same store. 7. I have coworkers at my other job who stand around and talk instead of working. 8. People think one-word posts and number ratings in the BBC are acceptable. 9. People aren't doing enough to make our world better. 10. The Norwegian spiral lights and Russian pyramid haven't been outed as UFOs or some crazy new military tech. 11. I don't have enough time to do everything I want to do and the time I do have I manage poorly. 12. My sister has chosen to play the clarinet. 13. I don't want to do anything with my NaNoWriMo novel now. 14. The Internet can be used for evil as well as for good. 15. I still don't know which college I want to go to most. 16. I have to wait for all these awesome movies that are coming out next year. 17. People keep misappropriating the meaning of the word 'love.' 18. My mom thinks having a laptop on my lap will give me cancer. 19. See #1. 20. I can't think of any more grievances. 21. I forgot about Twilight until now. 22. Twilight has extended its insidious reach into our local economy such that businesses are now offering Twilight golf and Bella burgers. 23. Our society is slipping, and the Twilight 'phenomenon' is just one of the symptoms. Also, apparently Simon Pegg and Nick Frost are set to play Thomson and Thompson. If you don't know who they are, go...um...do something productive with your time. Yes.
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Add merriment to taste. I just got home from Mass by way of a 2.5-hour detour at some friends' house and I am going to be sooo out of it tomorrow, haha. But it was very fun anyway so yay! My Christmas is off to a good start.
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Because aside from three of the Stars and a new belt, I have no idea what to ask for for Christmas.
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Did you know that a series of short plays can be written, produced, and performed within one week? Neither did I, until last week. Three of the students in a recent college production were invited to this scholarship competition (or something) in Reno next February, which of course costs money, so somebody got the idea to do a fundraiser for them and I got sucked in by virtue of my association with the theater crowd there. It wasn't the greatest assemblage, but someone's dad had a great monologue and the two pieces I wrote seemed to go over well. Probably the best part was that I got to dress up as a scientist, upon whom I promptly bestowed my Michael Palin accent. Actually, that wasn't the best part. The best part was that the costume they found for me made me look like Dr. Horrible. Sadly, I forgot to get pictures, but it was still bloody awesome anyway. Sunday night I went to my parish's Simbang Gabi celebration, which kicks off this Filipino Christmas celebration. It was very interesting going to a Mass largely in another language, and I taught myself some bits of Tagalog from the program-cheat-sheet-concordance-sort-of-thing. After that was the food, which was all very good. However, it may have resulted in the headache I now have and the nausea and cold sweat earlier in the day, but that could also be me reacting lightly to the bug that's passed through my family in the last couple days. Now that it's Christmas break I've started sorting my Lego from the huge bin into which I dumped everything post-BrickCon. Eep. Also, I have finally found the solution to a problem that has been plaguing me for years. Huzzah!
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In other news, Transformers toys are really fun. :3
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Well, my run with the local playhouse's production of The Matchmaker (the play that inspired Hello, Dolly!, clips from which were seen in Wall-E) has ended. It was a really fun play in all aspects. It would have been even more fun if we had done even half the pranks we wanted to do for the closing performance, but our sage and cunning director issued a strict edict before curtain to the effect that we were not to partake in any shenanigans, which is unfortunate because the, er, younger elements of the cast had come up with some corkers, including but not necessarily limited to: Me coming out with a scarf around my neck as part of my Sunday clothesDoing the Macarena while we sang this one songReplacing the "wine" with some Mountain Dew Code Red I'd broughtComing out for the curtain call with all the couples mixed up and some new ones added in"Misplacing" Mr. Vandergelder's kneepads for the fourth actGrabbing someone's leg as I hid beneath the table in act twoPutting real whiskey in Malachi's flaskAlmost certainly some other things I've forgottenAnd now, by virtue of being a young male interested in acting (a strange and rare breed in community theatre, at least hereabouts), I've gotten into yet another production without having to audition. This time it's a musical called [Darn] Yankees. Just a minor role, but it should be interesting. Also, I fancy starting a Play and Thespian Support Group in CoT, for discussion of theatrical endeavours and whatnot. Any takers?
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As of 1:15am PST on the 30th of November A.D. 2009, I am a NaNoWriMo winner, and I might be really giddy right now if I wasn't so tired. I'll settle for a fatigued, detached sort of contentment. It is now time for me to reenter into normal life and rediscover what it feels like to actually care about things like grades, socializing, and applying to colleges (oops, one day left to finish that essay ._.). There were plenty of good things that came out of this, though. For instance, the 50,118 (or 51,245, depending on which word counter you use >.<) words' worth of material which I hope to one day revise and fashion into a cool superhero novel. Sure, it's mostly junk, but there are some nice gems of ideas and dialogue waiting to be dug out and polished. Plus, I have this habit of chronically underestimating my own work. One of the many weird and interesting things I discovered just happened as I was writing the final paragraphs. I had one of my main characters give the other one a flower, which I realized several minutes later could actually be used to tie into one of the metaphors implicit in the title. My subconscious is just all over the place sometimes, it seems. I also discovered some cool new bands and songs and whatnot, which totally helped and probably snuck into my novel in places. I'll need to reread it, of course. I seem to recall that writing this also taught me some other things about writing, myself, and life in general, but I can't really remember them because I'm a WEE BIT TIRED. But it was worth it. 8D In a spontaneous burst of goodwill I have just donated some money to the NaNoWriMo people. Perhaps not the wisest thing to be doing this at whatever time it is now, but there you are.
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Arpox. 35$ for a set of 12 gold and silver mata masks of ebay. I bought mine for Aprox. 40$. .....
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My Thanksgiving was quite nice. I didn't go to my grandfather's house with the rest of my family because I had to work, but this was totally all right because it meant I could sleep in, eat ice cream, write my novel, and not have to be trapped in a van for hours with about nine other people. I might have been content to just stay at home until work, but the parents of two of my friends felt sorry for me or something and invited me over for lunch/dinner, never mind that both of those friends are currently in Wisconsin. So I went over and massacred a Cornish game hen (or else a very small turkey) and some other food, and talked about Star Trek and whatnot (the dad is at least as much of a trekkie as I am), then chatted with one of said friends via the telephone for a bit. Work was really excellent tonight, because not only did I get to leave early, but one of my coworkers brought this splendid Indonesian dish with fried fish and vegetables and a delicious peanut sauce sort of thing. Om. Nom. Nom. I'm thankful for a lot of things in addition to the occurrences of today, including God (replace with Xenu, Cthulhu, blind fate, Q, Thor, chance, Unicron, Mother Nature, or the Flying Spaghetti Monster as you like so as not to be offended), all the good things he (or it/she, see above) has done in my life and the good that has been brought from the bad, my family and friends, Catholic girls and girls in general (they are very pretty), my jobs, my edumacation, being able to travel and attend awesome conventions and the like, music, my new computer and all the other material things I often take for granted, and the internets. I hope you are too. 8:) <--[behold! the Dr. Horrible smiley!]
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Given that my continued survival demands a rare mineral found only in trace amounts in the tears caused by human suffering (Ethereal cookies to anyone who gets the reference), I am quite pleased to have read that Bionicle is ending, and I thank the fifteen people in the talkback who have thus far cried as a result of that. ;.; There are also at least seven people who seem to have used Darth Vader's NOOOOOOO! from Episode III to express their own feelings on the matter. It will be interesting to see how many people leave because of no more sets... As for me, I am a man of perfect serenity in regard to this news. mood: equinamitous
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At this time of writing (4:30 PM) I have not eaten thanksgiving dinner yet. Stuff is still being made. I can smell it from here. (The computer is right next to the kitchen.) My gold and silver mata masks did come yesterday, I'll get pictures up soon.
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Or something. Today was interesting. After literally dragging myself out of bed this morning (I kept falling back asleep for a couple minutes at a time, probably because my body was reluctant to end the most sleep it had had in the last four days (I was formerly running at five a night due to combinations of homework, NaNo, and my evil 5:30 pool shift)), I went to my morning shift, which was all kinds of fun. First my supervisor got there twenty minutes late, so I had to rush like crazy to open the pool because she had the keys to the building, then one of the covers utterly refused to go up all the way so I had to crumple it up on the side of the pool because people were coming in. Then I was mostly bored because none of the kids were misbehaving, then my supervisor asked if I could take a shift for her that ended right before my play, and I assented (this is foreshadowing right here). After my shift ended I went home for lunch, a shower, and NaNo (did not meet my quota D:), then back to work another couple hours. I was at the top of the water slide when I heard someone give three blasts on the whistle. This is highly bad. So I helped clear the pool and chivvy all the patrons out while two of the other guards, who had got to the scene first, went to help this woman who had fainted and/or had a seizure in the sauna. She turned out to be okay after a bit, and 911 peoples arrived to make doubly sure. I think some of us might have detoured from the recommended procedure for this sort of thing, but hopefully there won't be any backlash. I think it went as smoothly as could be expected. So after that shift plus paperwork I had to go straight to my play, where I drank a Mountain Dew right before curtain (an imaginary curtain, actually) because I felt I would need GRATUITOUS AMOUNTS OF ENERGY in case the audience was as bad as it was last night. You see, after preview night Thursday, to which we invited our friends for free, we were kind of expecting that subsequent audiences would laugh as loudly and often as the preview crowd had. Well, Friday night Mrs. Dolly Gallagher Levi joked that the heat some of us were feeling onstage was from the cooling corpses in the audience. In my case, it was more due to crouching under an uncomfortable table, but regardless, the people (including some of my family members, who I later found had been repressing their laughter because heaven forbid I should get distracted or recognize them!) did not reciprocate our energy much. Anyway, tonight was much better, and we drew in quite a good crowd for only the second night of being open to the public. They still didn't laugh as much as Thursday's crowd (but let's face it, friends are more apt than strangers to laugh at the sight of someone they know pretending to be a girl (perfectly honest business)), but they did seem to be smiling rather a lot so it was all very good and well. I don't know if I'll ever get tired of Rudolph's French melodramatics. I had trouble keeping a straight face tonight, and it was lucky I was offstage when Malachi and the cabman greeted Mr. Vandergelder/Vanderschmelder/Schmeller in the last act. It shall be interesting to see how everything (d)evolves by the end of our run. Ain't acting great? 8D Umm, there was something else I wanted to share/rant about but OH MAJORS. I will do that later. For now I would like to sleep. mood: content
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This is a picture of my slightly tipsy aunt plying a Godzilla toy (who snuck into the family photos along with a few other nonrelatives) with wine: Also. Worst. Cake. Ever.
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~11/17/09~ We will never forget. Incidentally, I should quite like to visit Pickle Lake, Ontario.
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Today my drama class was even better than usual, because it didn't happen. However, we didn't know it wasn't happening until the teacher posted something on the website thirty minutes after class was supposed to start, but we did know the teacher was late, so I took over the class and started lecturing on Sweeping Arm Gestures, the various types and embellishments thereof, and their use in monologues and such. Then somebody pointed out that I had also adopted a karate stance during my demonstrations of the Sweeping Arm Gestures, which led me to give a short discourse on post-isolationist Japanese influence on the theatrical arts, after which a couple people and I got up on stage and attempted to do some improvisation, and after a couple of false starts we initiated an amusing (at least, we thought so) skit where I was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle trying to save a dancing purple hairbrush from Shredder's reign of terror that was being enacted on the city. Then Shredder sued me for assaulting his person with nunchucks and ninja stars, and I ordered pizza and ran out of the classroom with an imaginary box held high over my head. I might have been a little too melodramatic.
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Countless aeons ago, I took to flipping my blog entries and whatnot through internet translators from English back to English by way of five or so other languages. Well, now I've found a utility to do that for me automatically, and put my blog name and subtitle through to rather amusing results. And then I did it with this entry: Innumerevoli? O.o
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I say, this is exciting, isn't it? Blue and orange look rather nice together. As do neon yellow and neon pink.
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And here is the genius of NaNoWriMo: Your first draft provides an excellent idea of what not to do, while at the same time forcing you to come up with new and intriguing ideas. I'm not going as fast as some of my crazier writing buddies (I mean really, 22,000 words in 24 hours? O.o), but I'm doing all right. I have a decent buffer in case school throws me off tomorrow.
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Even though I didn't do anything specifically for Halloween, I still managed to have some fun somehow, mostly because of work. There was trick-or-treating going on during the latter part of my shift at the assisted living facility, so we saw some fun costumes and some people we knew and got wayyy behind our usual schedule, though part of that might have been due to the new hire. There was one embarassing bit where I mistook one of the trick-or-treaters for a coworker and grabbed some of her candy. So of course I gave it back and explained my mistake, which probably weirded her out even more than my first encounter had. If I believed in such things, this would probably have been karmic retribution for the banter I had been engaging another coworker in all evening concerning her donkeybunnybatcat ears, bow tie, and tail. Oh boy. Last night was our little NaNo group's kickoff party. There was a truly excellent spread made from cream cheese, olives, and bacon bits. You must try this dip. I command you as staff. This is one of two sites I should be at all active on for the next month. If you see me elsewhere, tell me to get off. My novel starts in six minutes.
