Number 105

So, I'm sitting at my desk surrounded by pop cans that aren't mine and wishing I had something do to. I have spent a lot of time not-at-home and my brother has decided to take advantage of my unmanned computer. But now I am home and too lazy to get rid of these things. I should probably clean my room. Huh. So mother made me (well, I co-operated) get a dress- never fear; it is black so it's a healthy compromise...she tried to squish me into an extra small...which did not work out very well... So the musical is well underway and opens on Wednesday. Ack! *other sounds of distress mixed in with excitement*
But what I suppose I should do to be a more "open" blogger is not just talk about me. Almost no one can relate to my struggles in everyday summer vacation life...so, let me pose this question...
If you cannot change someone's beliefs by simply telling them they are wrong (they have to figure that out for themselves), why bother? I mean, sure this truth that is so highly publicized lately should be in the open -but when it comes to opinions, shouldn't you just respect others? I mean in this war of truth against falsities, I don't tell 5-year-olds that Santa is a hoax to spread truth- do these truth-seekers think that you should? As you can guess, I'm talking about existential truths and whatnots (religion) that no one has an answer to..so do truths and falsities even get a spot in that whole little realm? Science is my friend, but it can only prove so much. If it is truly the all-knowing being, how come it will "prove" religion wrong but not figure out how to cure things like demensia? In my opinion, just stay open minded but try not to delve into the world of truths and beyonds because it can only lead to frustration...people only except one "truth" and it is usually a little combative with yours- or at least, mine.

*Humming*

So, today I found something blog-worthy and am thus blogging.
PHILLIP WILL BE A MCDONLAD'S GUY!
Exciting? Indeed. I was there simply ordering a ...snack... and there Phillip was, all pristine in his uniform being directed by some girl. I tried winking at him and realized my winks were rather scary; so on my way out, I mouthed "Good luck". Hopefully, you understood that, Phil. Now, Phillip is soon to be employed and I am still being...whatever it is that I am.
That's all for now.

My Pain, My Pride

So, I am listening to Otep now.
It turns out that my husband will take care of our (future) dog..although he refuses to wash it, he will make sure it does not smell. If it does I will have to move my single bed farther away to the other side of the room so as to not be near someone who will not clean his dog. At least all I have to worry about is providing a steady supply of cake.
MURDER MAYHEM HURT HER HATE HIM.
That was an intense part in the song I just had to write.
Bye for now.

PS: Guess what! I have stalkers! (Finally, I'm not a freak) XD

You Called It Dumb

So, I'm checking out Tori Amos' new stuff and curious as to what the obnoxious crunching sound was on the other end of the phone was when I tried to call Aidan back. Huh.
So, now that grandfather has been buried and it's our job to clear out his house, I found some pretty neat things. Apparently his parents were into musicals and he has this stack of piano music books/booklets-for50c from the 1920's, peace pipes, Matis weapons, and a butter dish from 1881. Still, I do miss him...
Luckily, our family now has a sword of every major sword group; (if a gorup system does exist) gladius, machete, scimitar and saber (last two from grandfather). Gosh, we're so cool. Also, we have to "watch" Grandpa's Prosche Carrera while we get the estate whatnots figured out...this leads to my dad getting all proud and man-like by revving his engine and having "his" car taken in pictures by teenagers and young 20-year-olds on their cellphones. Apparently it is one of the top three sports cars in the world. Pfft..at least it gives us an opprotunity to make a mock Pimp My Ride for youtube.
I was also asked by ****Yo if being bisexual was hot...is that even an option? You can't make yourself that...can you? I just told them to be themselves; they still kept asking what was hotter.
So it is father's birthday and we will watch a movie soon...I'm just basking in the knowledge that this is my last official weekend; after that, my weekends will be filled with rehearsals.
Something on my to-do list includes learning lots o' good stuff on the piano as I will be "adopting" my grandfather's mother's Steinway&Sons upright grand piano. Interesting? I think so.
Oh, and just so you guys can get an idea of what's really happening, there is now toxic waste in our toothpaste- the toxic waste manufacturers needed a way to steathily dispose of their goodness (a little pinch of radioactive sludge in each tube and eventually it'll be gone). Thought I'd keep you up to date.

100th Post: Part Deux

So my hair is not purple. Sure it is purple-ier than before but it is also darker...meaning my roots won't look so dark. There, not so bad. I will be visiting Jeknna or vice versa hopefully on Saturday night. =]

A Century of Blog Entries

Happy 100th!
I know, I know; next to binge bloggers like Krysta, the number isn't so incredible but hey, Hakuna Matata! I originally wanted to write about something exciting for my hundredth but since I won't be writing until at least Friday, I didn't want to wait so long. (I have funeral and visitations Wed-Thurs for my grandfather- shocked? I am) So, as you guessed, there is nothing exciting.
I am currently re-uploading the first Creeper video so that it may have a normal name as the owner of the account the original is on cannot remember his password and cannot change its name. This makes the mediocre movie count rocket to THREE. Three? Yes, three. x]
I finally learnt the whole Super Mario theme song and I thought you should know- be proud of me, fellow nerds!
I shall attempt to dye my hair tonight...touching up roots and whatnot...however, my current colour consits of two and I am concerned that the new one will be too purple; I'm a fan of red.
Anyone wanna check out Bruno with me? Yes, in theathres...
Well I'm gonna jet and shall probably update this post later on...when my hair has either been rejeuvenated or crippled. Ciao for now.

No Expression, No Expression

What am I doing? Well I'm listening to Mad World (Jules) and not doing my homework. "Must suck, " you say, "to have homework in July." It is indeed sucky but oh well, when I do get around to it, my scene detail writing work should only take about 30 minutes. Emma came over last night and we saw Encino Man...which is very cute (Pauly Shore steals the show) and discussed people's heights in relation to Frodo and Gandolff. We ended up watching a street performer and running away as he asked for donations (we were somewhat broke; food money only). So we ran around- walked around- the Rideau Center and hoped really hard that no one we knew would see us. After watching videos like "How to be the Perfect Girlfriend" and "How to Give Friend Hugs" I still have no freaking idea as to what to do in any situation that involves showing affection...hmph. But I do have an idea for my next room decor addition...FELIX THE CAT; THE CLOCK. I need it...suddenly. Ciao for now, write in your freaking blogs already.

Comptine D'un Autre Ete

If you haven't heard that piano piece, you need to get a musical life. I think it's beautiful. =P
I watched Gran Torino and wasn't upset that Clint Eastwood was in it...some parts were a little out-there but he wasn't a cowboy and it made me cry. (Probably because he reminds me of my grandfather because they are the same age and equally grumpy and dislikable). It was a good movie, as promised and of course, you should watch it.
I am ecstatic that tomorrow if Friday...I should probably find something to do...
I have show and tell tomorrow and nothing exciting to blog about because I've been living in a little isolated bubble. -_-
Apparently, our good friend, vitamins, will be making a reappearance in my life.
Ciao for now.