It comes from out of the rain...

  Well, I was just walking in a parade, carrying flags as a girl scout. Being in front, we were behind the bagpipes but in front of a band. It wasn't too bad.

On a side note- us Americans refer to our independance day usually as 'The Fourth of July' instead of independance day. To my knowledge, we are the only ones that call the day of our independance by the date and not a proper title.

Anyway, I'll be going on vacation for 2 weeks on saturday, which should be interesting.

Wow. DucKon was awsome. So, I shall start at the beginning... sorta...

Life is not complete untill you have heard Zelda being played by two huge electric capacitors (I think capacitors).

Enter the Tesla Coils. The Singing Tesla Coils. They also played Mario, 2001, Nutcracker, and Mortal Kombat. It's just so cool. And pretty. And then, one of the guys put on a basically chainmail suit and stood between them with various lightbulbs, CDs, neon tubes, a piece of glass that shattered, a 2x4 with a line of graphite, and a garden gnome (which sadly survived).



And then, the most hilariously bad movie in the world: Turkish Star Wars. This movie will destroy your brains cells, with certainty. It get it's name from the fact that the entire beginning space battles are composed of Star Wars IV clips cut and pasted together, without a cinescop lense so the death star is sorta egg-shaped. They also have lots of stock fotage of aurora borealis, egypt, and the inside of a church, which they used to explain Islam (which was led by the last prophet Muhammed to the Savior Jesus). It gets better.
The music comprises of Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Battlestar Galactica, and Flash Gordon, and Star Trek incidentals. As one woman said, it's almost worth watching to play 'name that soundtrack'. She also pointed out that Turkey had very few, if any, copyright laws.
The mummies are made with toilet paper, and the monsters from shag carpet with felt claws. And everyone else wears cardboard, even the evil magician who looks like the guy from 300. I kept expecting him to say "This is SPARTAAAA!". The heroes crashed on a planet where everyone was poor except the Evil Magician, the chick with blonde hair, lipstick, and a miniskirt, and the Wise Old Man. They all die (covered in ketchup) to let said heroes escape and are alive and well to cheer the remaining one in the end. There is a training montage with rocks and dirt and a springboard just below camera: (look they stole from Jackie Chan too)There is something about a sword and a brain which must be used to both thwart the Evil MAgician and save one of the suddenly 13 pieces of the earth. The sword is clearly made of cardboard and the blade resembles a hedge trimmer. And in the end, the hero flies away, in the Millennium Falcon. ???
Oh, but the best part was when they were explaining how a shield was buil around the earth using the power of "brain and will", and the enimies could not get through the brain shield because they had no brains.

I also went to a few useful things and got to see a lot of birds. And made a blinkie. All in all, a well spent weekend.

So whenever you are in need of a good laugh (or when you're not but just want one), the most hilarious people I have ever seen are MooNiE and BrooN. The show is in two parts; the first where they each do a seperate act, and the second where they goof off together, and end with the bed of nails. Saw them last night- and man, they were good.

"Lost pet: tortoise. Name: Fred."
"Oh, no honey, it's getting away! It's a foot from the gate, you only have an hour!"

"Is anyone here actually from Lake forest? No? Let's make fun of them!"

"That means that somewhere in this world that used to make perfect sense to you, there is a factory where people sit around all day and peel real rabbits, to wrap fake ones."

"These clubs are razor sharp." *chops carrot with club*

"Did you actually go to college?"
"I went for a semester."

"Hey, college. We have the same job."

"Their inner chai-"
"Chi! It's Fakirs, and chi! I am not summoning my inner latte."

And then, before broon got on the bed of nails, Moonie started sprinkling stuff over them going on about blessing it;
"WHAT are you doing?"
"I'm Catholic."
"Yeah? I'm a druid, I'll hit you with a tree." 
Normally he says he's marinating it.

And when Moonie goes to break a cinder block over Broon who's on the bed of nails (and in a french accent)
"Now, place one hand on each side of the cinder block..."
"On each side of the block..."
"And hold it."
"Why am I holding it?"
"For saftey."
"My saftey?"
"More for general saftey."
"It's safe to hold a cinder block while you break it?"
"That is so the big piece does not fall on my toe."

I love them. I should be studying for my last two finals... Actually, my friend should be here so I can help her with algebra...

Finally got to see Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull last night. So if you haven't seen it or don't care, please ignore this.

Starts of with some random people. And a prarie dog. Actually, I though it was a nice beginning and set a relaxed sort of pace for the movie. That was nice. And it shows how covert things are right under out nose. I was quite interested to see where the whole crystal skull thing would go. But I'll get there.

So, this time 'round we're dealing with Russians instead of Nazis. And Cate Blanchet was fairly creepy. And they alluded to the Mcarthy trials, though they wern't mentioned by name. And apparently, Indy's been going off infiltrating other countries for the government... And he survives a nuclear blast by hiding in a fridge. ...Alright. It said it was lead lined...

Anyway, enough plot. Suffice it to say that Lucas just had to bring in aliens. I don't think that was necesary. Interesting yes. On the whole, the movies by itself was alright. It had its moments that were funny and nodded both to the previous movies and Star Wars (they also had to throw in "I have a bad feeling about this..."). And the bit with the snake.
"Stop calling it that!"
"Well, whatddya want me to call it?"
"Call it a rope!"

But... I don't think it reached the caliber of the others. My mother and grandma agree that there wasn't enough Speilburg, and as a result it went up, and hit a plateau. After that it didn't really go up and down as a plot should. It had no bumps. And very little character development. Mutt (or Henry Jones III) could have been a nice character, but they didn't really get into it. He was just sorta... there. And I felt they could have done Marion a little better, and slightly more like the old Marion. They did bring in the Ark though, still in a box in area 51, apparently. I liked all the little things they put in. They even mentioned something from hte Young Indy series. Except, they didn't even use the name Indy a lot.

In the end, it left me wanting. I felt like there was something missing. Or that bits felt rushed, and as a result it wasn't quite as good as the others and as it could be. Decent movie... But there was potential there that wasn't reached. Someone said they might do something with Mutt (or Henry Jones III). I can see it.

Well, that it, I suppose.

... I is bored. Blame my father.




Sadly it's out of sync, but hey.

Oh, and my dad registered for Duckon, so that should be fun.

Well, the concert is over. And we might have to play Chorale and Shaker AGAIN (see previous post on the song from hell). Seriously, that composer was insane. But hey. Also did my persuasive speech today even though I was tired as hell. Other people said they liked it, so lets hope the teacher did too.

I feel much better today, like things have worked themselves out. And friday morning we're leaving for the band trip to Toronto. Wheee! Should be fun.

Er, lets see... that about it really. I have to start working on my english paper... And I want to do my spanish homework today so I can turn it in before we leave. So yeah.



God, I love british tv.

 School is getting close to the end.  Though why finals are split up between thursday, friday, and the following monday is beyond me.  Really.  Either way it means I have to work. When I feel like I can't bring myself to do so. I am having major concentration problems. What is most annoying is that I don't know why.  I was fine most of the year, why is it all slipping now? Particularly when I have a paper for english...  Doing better in chemistry, at least.

And then of course, there is band.  Last concert is tuesday, and we leave for the trip friday morning. We going to Toronto :).  Should be fun, even though Mr. S said last year was the first in a while that no one had to go to the hospital... ><  Only thing, the music is hard. Wery, wery hard.  Our big one is something like nine minutes long. Oh, how I hate that song.  It sounds sorta cool, but... I can't breathe. *...need... more... oxygen...*

Eh.

So. Today is Earth Day. Happy Earth Day.  This week is also drug/alcohal awarness week at school. The presentations are EXTREMELY boring, but hey, classes are shorter all week.  I know it's important and all, that people are aware of how dangerous (and stupid) it is... and all too often it's those who  least expect it who get hurt and whatnot. But I had a headache today, so I really wasn't in the mood to listen to a mother whose son died and a guy who killed other people. The guy did have a funny story though.

I'm not entirely sure why I got a headache, so I'm blaming it on band :). We're playing a piece that's about nine minutes long for a concert and it's... damn hard. I think I am slowly losing all feeling in my mouth from playing it. It sound's pretty cool, but I can't breathe. My eyes are tearing from the effort.  So I say that's what gave me a headache. I'm fine now.

Otherwise... Saturday is that start of Robin Hood S2 on BBCA, even though I've seen the whole season already (coughyoutubecough). The internet has its perks. And the second episode of Doctor Who. And then Wednesday I have a field trip for chemistry. God, I hate that class. Too much math and crud. Ah, well. School's almost over, sorta. Through May. Yikes, that's not too far away.  Almost halfway done with highschool. Didn't I just get there?

Err... that's all. I thinks.
Oh, right, I have to start doing research on my Great Gatsby paper. Grrrr....

 Well. Friday was an incredibly good day. It was one of those days where you wake up and just have that light, happy feeling, which proves to forshadow the entire day. Even when I stayed up to finish my english essay on the Scarlet Letter, because my teacher gave us an extension. So it was done already and I didn't have to worry about it... And Thursday I had a field trip. So, I've been in a good mood.

But yesterday, I finally went out and got myself (technically my dad got it but I can pay him back, so it's MINE)... *drumroll please*
A TABLET! And dang, is it niiice. Even though it's a cheap one, it's niiiiice. Wacom, I luffs you.  Just so you know.

 So. Things are much better now. My friend is back to practically normal (well... you know, like... nevermind). Thursday was a half day for report cards, and friday was off. My grades were... mostly alright. Actually, they were fine except for speech and chemistry. God, I hate chemistry. It's just... ick. But both should be improved by the end of the year, so I'm not real worried at this point.

Friday I spent getting attacked by two little kids. Yes, kids are cute and all, but not so much when they try to jump on you. Eh, it was fun anyway. Then today I went to the St. Pat's parade downtown. I think it is impossible for the wheather to be nice for the parade. Yesterday it was over fifty, and today it was below forty. Chicago has the most annoting weather sometimes. Ah, well.

And then I only have two days of school next week because we start spring break. So schoolwise, this is something like the best month ever. Oh... Wednesday was a band concert, which went surprisingly well. I can, however, say that I never want to see the music for Jersey Boys again. Pirates maybe, because that was fun and I liked it. And the peice we played for the State of the Art contest (and, surprisingly, got first place) was better Wednesday than it was then. I could play that one again. Mr. S was sooo tired the next day... man that class was fun.

Other that that, nothing much going on... thinking of writing a bit of story though...

Went to Capricon. Was fun, but sorta got interupted by band.



Yes I was there... Clarinet woooo! Of course, listening to it now, there are a few spots with horrid tuning... but we won. Don't know how...

lalala. I was told putting art in the art auction at cons was a good idea. hm...

 Hmmm.... It's freezing outside. You know it's cold when the inside of your nose starts freezing.

I spent most of yesterday bowling. I'm not that good. When I get a strike though, I get it good.  Ah, well, it was fun anyway. Celebrated my aunt's 50th birthday.
And I utterly FAIL at speech. Seriously. But I'm better now, I'm actually doing my work. Doing work helps. On the upswing again. Last week was... I dunno, just sort of... bleah. But the weekend fixed that, even though it seemed to fly by.

And I realised the main character for one of my story ideas was really rather... shallow... for a main character. He's one-sided, and I didn't envision him having this huge change of heart... But even as I write this, ideas pop into my head. I'll think of something. Mostly, he doesn't have any backstory, yet. Yet. Came up with an interesting twist.... but...
On second thought, I think I set aside the story for too long, and lost a feel for his personality, and now I don't know what I want him to be. Is he shy, or sort of cocky? I don't think I he was that well concieved actually. *sigh*

Anyway... on to homework! We shall summon the armada, and take it by force! Charge!

...

 So, I feel way better. Only a residual headache that will probably go away when I eat something. But mostly, I am brilliant.

We got a snow day.

Need I say anything else? Of course, it was sorta wierd waking up at 8:30. I was like 'wait... I should be at school'.  So  I checked, and school was closed. Some of the public schools are still open, I feel sorry for them. But I is very happy now.

You know, I hate being sick. I really, really do. Even when you get out of school (well, unless we get a snowday tomorrow, then it might be worth it).

I don't know what I had, but I think it's mostly gone now. 12 hour thing. That I got from a one-year-old. So, you know, I woke up at like 2:30 in the morning, and I felt wierd. But I went back to sleep, cause I didn't feel sick. Then I woke up an hour later and barely made it to the bathroom... and then I was throwing up about once an hour. Dry heaves are nasty. I actulally had some water so I wasn't just coughing up bile. That tasted worse than the remnants of my orange flavored drink from lunch yesterday. And it's a disgusting yellow color.

And my mom had it too, though I had it worse. So we spent the day lying on the couch, covered in blankets, going between sleeping and watching tv. I actually watched magic school bus... with a complete rip-off scene of star trek. And then I watched a pinky and the brain rip off of the 3 stooges. Those shows are genius.

But I feel a little better now, I managed to eat something. We'll see what happens.

*pleasepleaseplease let there be a snow day tomorrow*

 Urrrrrrrrrgh. One problem with parent- they make you fill out scholarship applications. Granted, they weren't big complicated ones. But I can't write ANYTHING with my mom hovering over my shoulder, trying to give me advice. Okay, yes, she is trying. But not in a way that is helpful. At all. Particularly when I was about to start drawing.
Why do I do service? I don't know. I just do. Sometimes it makes me happy, or is moving. But I am not about to recreate those times in my head to remember the feeling at ten oclock at night. Anyway, normally it's not attached to any particular feeling.

What I find more annoying is that I know I'm  not putting much effort into it when I could. Curse that concience thing. I could write something very nice and eloquent without sounding like a thirty year old... but I don't want to, not at the moment. Not at night, when I want to start relaxing my mind so I can fall asleep, because my brain needs that.

*sigh* Time to lie in bed and listen to some Anuna, I think...

 So today was a good day. I don't mean that t oday is friday, or that I have a 3 day weekend. I was just in a wonderfully good mood. My clarinet mouthpiece finally came in, after 3 weeks and my mom hassled the place we ordered it from.  I got very little homework. And, the paramount of the day was band. Nick, one of the trombone players, made Mr S laugh so hard he couldn't direct... I think he started crying. It wasn't intentional either... it was just hilariously bad...
"Nick, why are you playing down an octave? Play what's written"
"Oh, I will, I just need a few days to get it up..."
And then I'm not sure if someone said something that set us off or if one person started laughing, which cause the rest of the class to realise what he said and start laughing. Very mature, our band. Yes. XD

AAaaaanyway... la.


... There was something else I was thinking about, but I seem to have forgotten. Oh well. It'll come to me at 3 in the morning.

 So I was busy all of sunday, and felt like crap this morning. But its okay, I'm better now.  Sunday, I watched my little cousin (he's 5) play hockey. He did alright. The team lost... but everyone on the oposing team was really big and agrssive and one was showing off. And the referees were lax. Not that I know what I'm talking about, but hey.

Otherwise... meh. Oh, look, its snowing! Okay, I feel much better now.  So if only my clarinet mouthpiece came in so I wouldn't have to borrow other peoples... It would be a good Monday. I don't think it did though *grumbles*

So I was watching tv yesterday, and idlely listening to a commercial. And I recognised the voice from Neverwinter Nights. It was sorta creepy, to be watching a commercial for sleep drugs and thinking of it being voiced by an elf that was the main character's father... hmmm... I think a story about jobless characters is in order...
Then again, my friend Taylor was saying something about a salesman named Bob selling torches, and I thought she meant flashlights. It took me a minute to realise she meant torches, with fire. God, I'm becoming such a brit. Oh well, there are worse things.

And now we enter once more that thing of ineffible dread and torture-

School.

Hurrah. Christmas break was very good, if not overly memerable. I developed a sleep pattern almost immediatly that involved staying up uptill around 12:30 and getting up at 8.  Which is, so I've heard, close to the normal teenager's sleep pattern. Oh well, back to the routine. It also occurs to me how much thinking school requires.
So I've been getting slight headaches the past 2 days... but then again, that could also have to do with the weather. I mean, It can't be a good sign that the day you go back to school, in January, in Chicago, it rains. RAINS. Which is NOT NORMAL. Even taking into account that this is Chicago. It was like spring. At least the wind has a good chill to it now.

So basically, I'm sorta bleah. And yet, underneath, I feel some sort of motivation, to do... something. I feel compelled enough to be mostly happy about things in that annoying way I have.
But right now, I is sleepy and will therefore atempt to rest, and not have wierd dreams that wake me up at two in the morning. I swear, yesterday I had a dream I was getting ready for school.

 Aparrently, "crapulous" is a word. Don't know why it's so funny but it is. Means "sick by intemperance related to drunkeness". Just thinking of it makes me laugh.

Crapulous.

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 In light of the Robin Hood season finale... or maybe in it's darkness? I just had this idea- what was going through Guy's head at the end. As such, it has major spoilers.

Title: Embers
Rating: er, I don't really know what to do for this... PG PG13ish I think?
Characters: Guy, Marion. Not written in 1st person, but essentially from Guy's PoV
Warnings: Well, the obvious spoilers for the finale so if you haven't seen it you probably don't want to read it.
Disclaimer: Robin hood is not mine, nor are it's characters, dialog, ect. If it was, I wouldn't have to write this.

*sigh*