Blogger has recently added a new feature called Stats. As the name suggests, it tracks what type of systems and what type of Internet browser has visited in the last whatever - the last two hours, las day, last week, last month, or ever since June. (I guess that's the farthest back they can track... or that's the first time they can tell that anyone's actually read it, since I've had this blog since last February).
So, for example, I know that from the 19 people who have visited the blog in the last week, 10 were on Windows and nine were on Macs; six visited from Safari and six from Firefox, while five hits were from Internet Explorer and two were from Chrome. Cool, yes? The only problem is that it won't let me not track my own pageviews, so I account for at least some of the Windows hits. My only question is: who's on the Mac(s)? (if you are who I think you are... HI! If you aren't... HI ANYWAY!)
Anyhoo, in addition to my attempts to identify the Mystery Readers (whom I would like to know, by the way. *cough*comment*cough*), I also have found the time to be SUPER psyched that there's an early release tomorrow (which means I can get some legit writing done. It also means that my mom is making me get a haircut and that I have to finish my English project. But those aren't important. Okay, yeah they are.)
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
knits :D
I got my second-ever knitting commision yesterday! Hooray! I'm not sure whether to actually call it a commission because, since it's for a friend, I'm doing it for free. But I still consider it a commision because she asked for certain colors and width of the stripes and stuff. I'm making her a pair of black and white fingerless gloves. YAY!
For the record, yes, I'll knit you something if you ask me too. And yes, I'll probably end up living in a hole if I keep knitting stuff for free. (I don't know about you, but living in a hole doesn't sound that appealing.). But I'm EXTREMELY psyched for this because it's the second time ever that someone has asked me specifically to knit something for them. The other time was in 7th or 8th grade. Funnily enough, that time was for a pair of fingerless gloves as well. Strange how these things work out.
Anyway, still no news on the yellow scarf. I still have to set up the Etsy account, however. And figure out a good price for it. I've been asking around, and so far, two people have said they'd pay $20 and one person said they'd pay $5. And I'm saying I have to do homework.
For the record, yes, I'll knit you something if you ask me too. And yes, I'll probably end up living in a hole if I keep knitting stuff for free. (I don't know about you, but living in a hole doesn't sound that appealing.). But I'm EXTREMELY psyched for this because it's the second time ever that someone has asked me specifically to knit something for them. The other time was in 7th or 8th grade. Funnily enough, that time was for a pair of fingerless gloves as well. Strange how these things work out.
Anyway, still no news on the yellow scarf. I still have to set up the Etsy account, however. And figure out a good price for it. I've been asking around, and so far, two people have said they'd pay $20 and one person said they'd pay $5. And I'm saying I have to do homework.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
GLEE!!!!
There are two things that are going to bring me great happiness this week:
1. the fact that we are filming tomorrow morning for my film project, so the thing will be at least half done with filming by tomorrow (YAY!) and
2. SEASON TWO OF GLEE IS STARTING TONIGHT!!!
This makes me immensely happy. Can you tell? Anyway, I'm also going to (hopefully) go to the Renn Fest on Saturday. And I'm SUPER excited for that. If I can get some friends to go. Which will hopefully work. YAY!!!
I also had an impromptu audition this afternoon. It was for the high school play. And I did okay, but I'm not sure whether I want to get in - I have a lot of stuff going on, but I like auditioning for experience. I suck at auditioning, you see, so it helps to get experience so I don't completely kill everything the next time. I'd be cool with a small part. The musical is my big acting thing of the school year, but I sort of want to try out other shows. And it seems like a good show. So... yeah.
1. the fact that we are filming tomorrow morning for my film project, so the thing will be at least half done with filming by tomorrow (YAY!) and
2. SEASON TWO OF GLEE IS STARTING TONIGHT!!!
This makes me immensely happy. Can you tell? Anyway, I'm also going to (hopefully) go to the Renn Fest on Saturday. And I'm SUPER excited for that. If I can get some friends to go. Which will hopefully work. YAY!!!
I also had an impromptu audition this afternoon. It was for the high school play. And I did okay, but I'm not sure whether I want to get in - I have a lot of stuff going on, but I like auditioning for experience. I suck at auditioning, you see, so it helps to get experience so I don't completely kill everything the next time. I'd be cool with a small part. The musical is my big acting thing of the school year, but I sort of want to try out other shows. And it seems like a good show. So... yeah.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Nikita, Episode Two
Since I actually have deadlines I need to make for Creative Writing, this has been Super Epically Helpful in forcing me to go forward with the story I am currently working on. As I have to turn in 1200 words a week, it is IMMENSELY helpful in forcing me to write something for every story. (It also helps that last weekend I wrote 2100 words. I am currently at 2800 words. Now is the time when I actually have to start doing a lot more. Not that I mind. But still.) Anyhoo, here is the next set of (about) 1200 words. I DO have more stockpiled, but it's only about half a page, so don't get your hopes up until next week.
So here it is. Read it, comment on it, print it out and write all over it, whatever.
After my grandfather’s death, I knew that it was finally my time to have the adventure I’d always dreamed of. The only problem was getting Mum to understand that Grampa had asked me to, even after relaying every detail of our conversation to her.
“Nikita, you know better than to believe his stories,” Mum told me for what felt like the millionth time. I had tried and failed to get my mother to let me go on the mission while we chopped vegetables for dinner. “He was raving more and more as he got older and older.”
“You just don’t want to believe that I’m growing up, is that it?” I demanded.
“No, it’s because your grandfather had a very big imagination when he was younger, and as he got older, he began to confuse it with reality,” Mum shot back.
“But everyone knows that Shyasha Rinkari existed,” I insisted. “If she existed, why should Sparraben be a fragment of his imagination?”
“Because…” Mum’s voice faltered; the steady beat of her knife on the cutting board ceased abruptly. I looked up from my pile of parsnips. “I’ve heard stories of Sparraben,” Mum said quietly. “Beyond the ones your grandfather told, I mean. The man doesn’t sound like the most trustworthy of companions.”
“Everyone says that about Rangers,” I answered at once. Had I been around anyone else but my mother, I wouldn’t have the confidence to argue my point. Whenever I went into town, I would always accept insults and jokes without comment, and whenever I talked to anyone, be it the town crier or one of the farm hands, I would never state my own view and always agree with theirs, even if it differed radically from my own.
“Well, maybe it’s true,” Mum replied, returning to the carrots she was cutting. Mum’s opinion of Rangers was not uncommon – the rumors said they had dark magic and were really double agents against the rulers in Norasona, though Grampa said that was nonsense, and the Rangers just got a bad rap because they were a group who rarely took apprentices, lurked in dark shadows unseen, and had a greater knowledge of weaponry than most of the Royal Army combined.
“I still think it’s because you’re over protective,” I told her persistently. “I’m not a kid anymore, Mother. Grampa had been on loads of adventures by the time he was thirteen-”
“Grampa had nobody but your great-Uncle Valin to look after him from the time he was about five, so that’s irrelevant,” Mum interrupted.
“It would also be an insult to his memory to not try to heed his wishes, even if they turn out to be complete rubbish,” I added.
“I still don’t like the idea of you wandering around alone in the middle of Silvercourt Forest,” Mum said, taking a different tack. “There are dark creatures lurking in there.”
“Dark creatures lurk everywhere, Mum,” I sighed. “The trick is to find out which are the bad ones before they eat you.”
“You’re not going,” Mum snapped with a horribly irritating finality.
“Why?” I demanded; setting down my knife with more force than I thought was in my arms.
“I’ve just told you why,” Mum growled. When she’s mad, she doesn’t yell, she just gets kind of dark and vicious.
“Because you’re scared I’m going to die because my supposedly lunatic grandfather gave me the name of an allegedly untrustworthy Ranger who lives in a location with dark creatures and told me that I might be able to save the world?”
“Because it’s a dangerous enterprise no matter which way you slice it, and that would be far too unsafe an endeavor for any thirteen-year-old to undertake.”
“Mum, there’s going to be danger anywhere I go,” I told her.
She was quiet after that, and I decided I shouldn’t argue my point further.
I didn’t know why I had such a strong urge to seek out Sparraben, but I knew that, whatever my mother said, I would be packing a bag right after dinner and be leaving before dawn, regardless of whether anyone tried to stop me. And that’s what happened.
When I returned to my room that evening, I immediately began putting items into my small satchel for the next morning. I didn’t pack much, but I knew it would save a lot of time later on. I put in my flint, a knife for defense, a few spare changes of clothing, what little money I had, and my boots for when the weather got cold – since it was the middle of the summer, I normally walked around barefoot. My plan was to steal some food from the pantry when I left, to avoid the risk of Mum or Jack waking up for a midnight snack and finding the food gone before I had left the house.
I didn’t sleep at all that night. I knew that I would need rest for my journey, but I spent the night in terror that someone would find out my plan and foil it. In truth, I could only sometimes stand up to my mother like I had before dinner. On the rare occasion that I did find my guts and use them to my advantage, my nerves spent the next few hours wondering if, when, and how badly she would retaliate.
When the horizon finally started to go pink, I rose from my cot and walked quietly over to the pantry, where I retrieved some fruits, vegetables, and a few muffins from the bakery – enough to last me through at least two days. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I crept out the door, walking through the grass of the yard so as to not leave footprints, and continued west, away from the sun. I don’t know why I was so sure that the Silvercourt Forest lay to the west; I was, however, completely certain of the fact that I was going to be walking for a long time, and that I did not want to have a headache from staring into the sun too long right after I’d succeeded in leaving home.
After walking away from the sun long enough to have the heat start moving from my back to the top of my head, I finally reached the outer edges of the Silvercourt Forest.
At home, my usual view of the world involved horizon and wheat to the north, south, and west, and wheat, the village, and our house to the east. During my long walk that morning, my view changed gradually – the house and eventually the walls of the village and, after a long while, our farm, vanished from view as I went farther and farther, occasionally snacking on bits of muffin. Over the last hour and a half, the Silvercourt Forest began looming over the horizon, growing steadily nearer and progressively darker and more intimidating.
Now that I’d reached the edge of the forest, I could see that the trees grew so close together that the roots were intertwined. The tangled roots gave the forest a look of old strength and deep, powerful magic. I could barely see past the first few trees, and a sudden thought struck me – anything could be lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Anything and everything in that dark mass of trees had the power to inflict pain if it wanted to, even the vegetation. That, more than anything, made me realize that there was more to this whole questing thing that a few stolen blueberry muffins and that I really should have packed a bigger knife.
So here it is. Read it, comment on it, print it out and write all over it, whatever.
After my grandfather’s death, I knew that it was finally my time to have the adventure I’d always dreamed of. The only problem was getting Mum to understand that Grampa had asked me to, even after relaying every detail of our conversation to her.
“Nikita, you know better than to believe his stories,” Mum told me for what felt like the millionth time. I had tried and failed to get my mother to let me go on the mission while we chopped vegetables for dinner. “He was raving more and more as he got older and older.”
“You just don’t want to believe that I’m growing up, is that it?” I demanded.
“No, it’s because your grandfather had a very big imagination when he was younger, and as he got older, he began to confuse it with reality,” Mum shot back.
“But everyone knows that Shyasha Rinkari existed,” I insisted. “If she existed, why should Sparraben be a fragment of his imagination?”
“Because…” Mum’s voice faltered; the steady beat of her knife on the cutting board ceased abruptly. I looked up from my pile of parsnips. “I’ve heard stories of Sparraben,” Mum said quietly. “Beyond the ones your grandfather told, I mean. The man doesn’t sound like the most trustworthy of companions.”
“Everyone says that about Rangers,” I answered at once. Had I been around anyone else but my mother, I wouldn’t have the confidence to argue my point. Whenever I went into town, I would always accept insults and jokes without comment, and whenever I talked to anyone, be it the town crier or one of the farm hands, I would never state my own view and always agree with theirs, even if it differed radically from my own.
“Well, maybe it’s true,” Mum replied, returning to the carrots she was cutting. Mum’s opinion of Rangers was not uncommon – the rumors said they had dark magic and were really double agents against the rulers in Norasona, though Grampa said that was nonsense, and the Rangers just got a bad rap because they were a group who rarely took apprentices, lurked in dark shadows unseen, and had a greater knowledge of weaponry than most of the Royal Army combined.
“I still think it’s because you’re over protective,” I told her persistently. “I’m not a kid anymore, Mother. Grampa had been on loads of adventures by the time he was thirteen-”
“Grampa had nobody but your great-Uncle Valin to look after him from the time he was about five, so that’s irrelevant,” Mum interrupted.
“It would also be an insult to his memory to not try to heed his wishes, even if they turn out to be complete rubbish,” I added.
“I still don’t like the idea of you wandering around alone in the middle of Silvercourt Forest,” Mum said, taking a different tack. “There are dark creatures lurking in there.”
“Dark creatures lurk everywhere, Mum,” I sighed. “The trick is to find out which are the bad ones before they eat you.”
“You’re not going,” Mum snapped with a horribly irritating finality.
“Why?” I demanded; setting down my knife with more force than I thought was in my arms.
“I’ve just told you why,” Mum growled. When she’s mad, she doesn’t yell, she just gets kind of dark and vicious.
“Because you’re scared I’m going to die because my supposedly lunatic grandfather gave me the name of an allegedly untrustworthy Ranger who lives in a location with dark creatures and told me that I might be able to save the world?”
“Because it’s a dangerous enterprise no matter which way you slice it, and that would be far too unsafe an endeavor for any thirteen-year-old to undertake.”
“Mum, there’s going to be danger anywhere I go,” I told her.
She was quiet after that, and I decided I shouldn’t argue my point further.
I didn’t know why I had such a strong urge to seek out Sparraben, but I knew that, whatever my mother said, I would be packing a bag right after dinner and be leaving before dawn, regardless of whether anyone tried to stop me. And that’s what happened.
When I returned to my room that evening, I immediately began putting items into my small satchel for the next morning. I didn’t pack much, but I knew it would save a lot of time later on. I put in my flint, a knife for defense, a few spare changes of clothing, what little money I had, and my boots for when the weather got cold – since it was the middle of the summer, I normally walked around barefoot. My plan was to steal some food from the pantry when I left, to avoid the risk of Mum or Jack waking up for a midnight snack and finding the food gone before I had left the house.
I didn’t sleep at all that night. I knew that I would need rest for my journey, but I spent the night in terror that someone would find out my plan and foil it. In truth, I could only sometimes stand up to my mother like I had before dinner. On the rare occasion that I did find my guts and use them to my advantage, my nerves spent the next few hours wondering if, when, and how badly she would retaliate.
When the horizon finally started to go pink, I rose from my cot and walked quietly over to the pantry, where I retrieved some fruits, vegetables, and a few muffins from the bakery – enough to last me through at least two days. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I crept out the door, walking through the grass of the yard so as to not leave footprints, and continued west, away from the sun. I don’t know why I was so sure that the Silvercourt Forest lay to the west; I was, however, completely certain of the fact that I was going to be walking for a long time, and that I did not want to have a headache from staring into the sun too long right after I’d succeeded in leaving home.
After walking away from the sun long enough to have the heat start moving from my back to the top of my head, I finally reached the outer edges of the Silvercourt Forest.
At home, my usual view of the world involved horizon and wheat to the north, south, and west, and wheat, the village, and our house to the east. During my long walk that morning, my view changed gradually – the house and eventually the walls of the village and, after a long while, our farm, vanished from view as I went farther and farther, occasionally snacking on bits of muffin. Over the last hour and a half, the Silvercourt Forest began looming over the horizon, growing steadily nearer and progressively darker and more intimidating.
Now that I’d reached the edge of the forest, I could see that the trees grew so close together that the roots were intertwined. The tangled roots gave the forest a look of old strength and deep, powerful magic. I could barely see past the first few trees, and a sudden thought struck me – anything could be lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Anything and everything in that dark mass of trees had the power to inflict pain if it wanted to, even the vegetation. That, more than anything, made me realize that there was more to this whole questing thing that a few stolen blueberry muffins and that I really should have packed a bigger knife.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
my pirate persona!
Look Who's A Pirate!
You Are:
Pirate Paige The Hideous
(formerly known as drillbit)
Aye, you love making landlubbers walk the plank, it's better than plundering or hacking off heads. Why, you're so brutal and vicious, even your pegleg is capped with a hook. It makes you look fearsome but gives you a lot of trouble when walking across shag carpets.
You Are:
Pirate Paige The Hideous
(formerly known as drillbit)
Aye, you love making landlubbers walk the plank, it's better than plundering or hacking off heads. Why, you're so brutal and vicious, even your pegleg is capped with a hook. It makes you look fearsome but gives you a lot of trouble when walking across shag carpets.
arr!
Greetin's mateys! I just recalled that 'tis speak like a scurvy pirate day this day 'n everywhere! 'Tis be me excuse fer why me grammer be so horrid right now! It be also th' reason that I be usin' "be" in me ramblin's this day!
Ye all be probably wonderin' whar i learned to shout such jolly scurvy pirate. I taught myself, if truth be told. however, if ye want to give a go' it fer ye-selves, ye be off to 'tis here tavern, if ye wish to learn me amazin' scurvy pirate speakin' ways. Go to this here tavern 'n put in whatever ye like 'n it gunna translate it fer ye. That be how I be currently doin' me translatin' ('n also how I be doin such good translatin' right off the bat. No, I did not teach meself. Okay, I taught meself a little bit.). 'tis be whar I did all 'o th' translatin' fer 'tis here message. so be off now, 'n don't murder anyone (includin' ye-selves) in th' process. jolly riddence to ye.
this be of good fun, yes?
Ye all be probably wonderin' whar i learned to shout such jolly scurvy pirate. I taught myself, if truth be told. however, if ye want to give a go' it fer ye-selves, ye be off to 'tis here tavern, if ye wish to learn me amazin' scurvy pirate speakin' ways. Go to this here tavern 'n put in whatever ye like 'n it gunna translate it fer ye. That be how I be currently doin' me translatin' ('n also how I be doin such good translatin' right off the bat. No, I did not teach meself. Okay, I taught meself a little bit.). 'tis be whar I did all 'o th' translatin' fer 'tis here message. so be off now, 'n don't murder anyone (includin' ye-selves) in th' process. jolly riddence to ye.
this be of good fun, yes?
Friday, September 17, 2010
scarves and salaries
Well, I've finally finished the scarf I have been working on for about a week. If you condensed all the time it took (as I did) it only took about six hours to make. (I was writing all the times down because I want to sell it on Etsy. That would involve getting an Etsy account. But more on that another day.) The scarf is about 65 inches long and is butter yellow (I love that term.).
It's probably not the coolest scarf I've ever done (in fact, it's probably the most bland, if truth be told. I've never done a scarf that was just one color all the way through, and now I have.), but it'll probably be warm. I wouldn't know. I haven't tried it yet. If I sold it on Etsy, I don't think anyone would buy it if I listed the price by what minimum wage is in relation to how long I worked on it. (If I did that, it would cost almost 50 bucks. I don't think anyone would pay $50 for a plain, yellow, garter stitch scarf, however warm and long it is. Garter stitch is the easiest stitch there is.)
Anyhow, at least it's done, and I will be able to post it online... maybe... once I get the whole account thing running... yeah. But whatever.
But general poll: how much would you pay for a plain yellow scarf that was 65 inches long (five feet five inches, just for reference)?
The end for now.
Will write more later.
Maybe.
If I have something to say.
It's probably not the coolest scarf I've ever done (in fact, it's probably the most bland, if truth be told. I've never done a scarf that was just one color all the way through, and now I have.), but it'll probably be warm. I wouldn't know. I haven't tried it yet. If I sold it on Etsy, I don't think anyone would buy it if I listed the price by what minimum wage is in relation to how long I worked on it. (If I did that, it would cost almost 50 bucks. I don't think anyone would pay $50 for a plain, yellow, garter stitch scarf, however warm and long it is. Garter stitch is the easiest stitch there is.)
Anyhow, at least it's done, and I will be able to post it online... maybe... once I get the whole account thing running... yeah. But whatever.
But general poll: how much would you pay for a plain yellow scarf that was 65 inches long (five feet five inches, just for reference)?
The end for now.
Will write more later.
Maybe.
If I have something to say.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
News And Stuff
Okay, in addition to all the (super fun) stuff I did on Sunday, last night I sent in a summary of what we did for the Unity Walk. There are also some pictures on the IYAG blog. They all can be found here. It was a lot of fun, and WE MET A NUN! (It was very exciting.)
I know my reporting skills aren't all that good yet, but that's because I did my first interview for journalism an hour ago. It was really cool meeting the new teacher, because she went to my school and had a lot of teachers that I've had. For example, my photo teacher in eighth grade, my English teacher last year, my Algebra 1 teacher, my first Spanish teacher, AND the teachers that I currently have for AP US and Physics. That was really cool. I still have to do the actual article, but it isn't due until Monday. (which means I'm going to be doing it tomorrow, along with my really hard Physics assignment and some stuff for Film.)
In other news, I have finally figured out what sort of thing I'm going to do for NaNoWriMo. And you will have to email me to get it. I'm not telling you my email because that's sketcy and most of you know me anyway, and are my friend on facebook.
So... yeah. And now, my friends, I must go and write my AP essay. Which I loathe with a burning, firey passion. And which sucks, even though I'm only 1.25 paragraphs into it.
Goodbye for now.
I know my reporting skills aren't all that good yet, but that's because I did my first interview for journalism an hour ago. It was really cool meeting the new teacher, because she went to my school and had a lot of teachers that I've had. For example, my photo teacher in eighth grade, my English teacher last year, my Algebra 1 teacher, my first Spanish teacher, AND the teachers that I currently have for AP US and Physics. That was really cool. I still have to do the actual article, but it isn't due until Monday. (which means I'm going to be doing it tomorrow, along with my really hard Physics assignment and some stuff for Film.)
In other news, I have finally figured out what sort of thing I'm going to do for NaNoWriMo. And you will have to email me to get it. I'm not telling you my email because that's sketcy and most of you know me anyway, and are my friend on facebook.
So... yeah. And now, my friends, I must go and write my AP essay. Which I loathe with a burning, firey passion. And which sucks, even though I'm only 1.25 paragraphs into it.
Goodbye for now.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Hey Luke's Sister
Alrighie, so here's the deal: a while back, whilst mi amiga and I were having a movie marathon and watching the original Star Wars Trilogy back-to-back, we consistently put links on each other's Facebook walls about Star Wars during the few hours we were apart this weekend. This is one I found when I put "Star Wars Hey Soul Sister" into YouTube. It's a parody of 'Hey Soul Sister' by Train (and sung by a girl in the voice-over) that's supposed to be sung by Han Solo to Leia (at least in his head.) Anyhoo, you can watch the video here. I suggest you do that. It's a very funny video and the singer's really good. But here's the lyrics anyway.
Hey hey hey
You're dead on aim
Shooting troopers like a Nintendo game
Look I ain't in this for you
I'm trying not to think of you at all
A guy like me
Deserves a girl with spirit
But I'm in this for the money
I knew that when I met you
No reward is worth what I've been through
Your worshipfulness
Hey Luke's sister
You kissed the wrong mister
I will tell you though
He's your bro
Incest's not okay you know
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you
Tonight
Leia Leia Leia
Just in time
You're so glad I
Showed up unexpectedly
Sometimes I amaze myself
Don't put me on a shelf
You can't deny
You're so obsessed
You can't keep your hands off
My rugged untrimmed chest
I believe that you
Just can't bear to let a gorgeous
Guy like me out of your sight
Your worshipfulness
Hey Luke's sister
You kissed the wrong mister
I will tell you though
He's your bro
Incest's not okay you know
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you tonight
Excited by just a hug
No need to act so smug with me
No gangster
I'm no thug
I'm just the guy
You're dreaming of you see
There's a lot of scoundrel in me
In fact you like it just maybe
I can be so nice occasionally
Hey Luke's sister
You kissed the wrong mister
I will tell you though
He's your bro
Incest's not okay you know
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you tonight
Leia Leia Leia
Tonight
Leia Leia Leia
Hey hey hey
You're dead on aim
Shooting troopers like a Nintendo game
Look I ain't in this for you
I'm trying not to think of you at all
A guy like me
Deserves a girl with spirit
But I'm in this for the money
I knew that when I met you
No reward is worth what I've been through
Your worshipfulness
Hey Luke's sister
You kissed the wrong mister
I will tell you though
He's your bro
Incest's not okay you know
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you
Tonight
Leia Leia Leia
Just in time
You're so glad I
Showed up unexpectedly
Sometimes I amaze myself
Don't put me on a shelf
You can't deny
You're so obsessed
You can't keep your hands off
My rugged untrimmed chest
I believe that you
Just can't bear to let a gorgeous
Guy like me out of your sight
Your worshipfulness
Hey Luke's sister
You kissed the wrong mister
I will tell you though
He's your bro
Incest's not okay you know
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you tonight
Excited by just a hug
No need to act so smug with me
No gangster
I'm no thug
I'm just the guy
You're dreaming of you see
There's a lot of scoundrel in me
In fact you like it just maybe
I can be so nice occasionally
Hey Luke's sister
You kissed the wrong mister
I will tell you though
He's your bro
Incest's not okay you know
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you
Hey Luke's sister
I'm either gonna kill ya
Or I'm starting to like you tonight
Leia Leia Leia
Tonight
Leia Leia Leia
Monday, September 13, 2010
part of the story!!
Okay, as I'm very bored and I have nothing better to do, here's the first bit of the creative writing story. I'm going to post as often as I turn it in (aka once a week), and as I'll probably be turning it in tomorrow or Wednesday, it makes sense.
I do have more, I'm just not posting it. Yet.
It will come, though.
Prologue
All my life, I’ve heard stories of Shyasha Rinkari. She was a legend in her day; she’s still spoken of in plenty of places. The Lazy Dog, the pub in town, boasts that it was the location of the Crystal Quests’ beginning, where Shyasha Rinkari first met up with Faug and Valin Hyatha of Anana, and thus commenced the journey that would change our world.
Of course, it’s been a few generations since then. Although the land has not fallen into complete disarray, it’s not as good as it once was, according to Grampa. He says that Telsiel, the King, is starting to lose it. It would be rather hard for Grampa to judge whether King Telsiel was losing it or not, because we live on a farm in possibly the most boring part of Illindara in existence. Mum says that it’s Grampa who’s losing it, not Telsiel, but I like hearing his opinions, and I love it when he tells the stories of the Crystal Quest. Mum says most of them are made up, but I choose not to believe that. Why would he tell them if they weren’t true?
Grampa says Shyasha Rinkari has died; that she was killed when he was about twelve and he saw it happen. He also says, however, that she could come back to stay, just once, when the world had desperate need of her. Mum says that that’s the biggest pile of Goblin droppings that she’s heard yet, but I secretly wondered if the legendary Ranger could be brought back, and what kind of person it would take to do it. I often hoped that I could be the one who brought around her return, but I knew that was impossible. Mum would never let me go.
You see, my grandmother was an Elemental – a being that channels the rhythms of the earth, water, wind, fire, and ice, and can use those rhythms to their disposal. She was one of the last ones left, and she knew that it was going be a big risk in choosing mortality and marrying Grampa. But as she was an elemental, she could pass down her powers to her children – her oldest son was my father, who had an affinity for earth and water. He passed those traits to me and my younger brother, Jack.
Dad died when I was little, a short while after Jack was born. I’ve had to do practically all of the labor on the farm ever since. I love working with the land (I got the Earth affinity), but I hate the fact that I’m stuck here, barely literate and wholly uneducated, and this is where I’m supposed to stay, because Mum and Jack need me to help work the land and make the crops grow better.
Although I love the crops, I want to see the rest of the world, to actually learn something and have an adventure. By the time Grampa was my age he had escaped a dragon, fought off orcs, and met my grandmother. Although Mum insists that all of it is tosh, when she gets to be his age, she won’t have any stories for her daughter-in-law to call ‘tosh.’ I don’t want that to happen to me, and yet it was supposed to be my fate.
I think Fate has a way of fooling you, though, so it threw me a surprise on a sad day and changed everything.
Chapter 1
Usually it was either Jack or Mum who looked after Grampa while I worked in the fields, getting browned and freckled by the sun. Every few months, I could be aided by a young man who needed a job, even though we could barely afford to pay him anything.
On my thirteenth birthday, which is in the middle of summer, I was out working in the fields with Mum when Jack came running out from our small hut, looking absolutely terrified.
“What is it, Jack?” Mum asked at once.
“It’s… Grampa…” he panted, clutching the stitch in his side from running all the way across the field to reach us.
“What about him?” Mum demanded, looking nervous. I was listening intently as well – Grampa had had a cough for quite some time, and he was getting to the age where a simple head cold could easily turn into the Blue Fever, and every day I worried that it would be his last.
“He’s… he’s…” Jack stuttered. “He’s going…” was all my brother could manage. My gut translated that into only one thing: death was coming for Grampa at last. My heart pounding, I started sprinting at once towards the cabin, outrunning my mother and brother easily due to the long stride I’d inherited from my father; my bare feet kicked up dark soil as I dashed across the field.
When I arrived in the hut, I had to pause for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Grampa was slouched over in his usual chair near the fire pit, but he looked worse than normal.
“Grampa?” I said hesitantly. He looked up at the sound of my voice.
“Nikita,” he grumbled in his deep voice, “come here.”
I obeyed at once. “What is it, Grampa?” I asked.
“All the stories I have told you are true,” he said, as if every word was costing him a lot. “It is your turn now.”
“My turn for what?” I breathed.
“Your turn for an adventure,” he told me, coughing several times. “Shyasha Rinkari will need to be woken again. I have a feeling…” his voice trailed off.
“Grampa?” my voice caught in my throat. He couldn’t be dead… not yet…
“Nikita, seek out Sparraben of Lianland,” Grampa said with a few more coughs that sounded like he was going to put out his stomach soon.
“Sparraben of Lianland,” I repeated. The name sounded familiar. “You mean… the one who trained Shyasha Rinkari?”
“He lives in the eastern end of the Silvercourt Forest. Tell him Faug sent you in the name of the Scarred Princess.”
“You knew Shyasha Rinkari?”
“Yes, girl, how did you think I learned about Sparraben?” Grampa snapped with a bite in his voice. “Shyasha Rinkari held him in the highest regard. He even gave Rhyda a bit of Ranger training…” Rhyda was the grandmother that had been an Elemental, and had been married to Grampa.
“Seek out Sparraben,” I prompted, nervous that I would miss something important, though I didn’t know what that might be. “And then what?”
“Tell him you need his help bringing Shyasha Rinkari back. He will help you from there. It is of the upmost importance that you do this. I fear the world will have need of a hero soon.”
“Faug, you can’t be telling Nikita things like this with your last breaths,” Mum snapped. I was so focused on remembering Grampa’s instructions that I hadn’t heard her and Jack enter the room.
“She needs to know, Leanna,” Grampa said. “Nikita, find Sparraben.”
“I will, Grampa,” I promised.
“Leanna, don’t stifle her so much,” Grampa told her, coughing again hard enough to actually pull out his stomach or some other vital organ. “Nor Jack. Jack, work hard, all right, my boy?”
“All right, Grampa,” Jack said.
Soon after Jack had made his promise, Grampa had a very hard coughing fit, and when it was over...
Grampa had expired.
I bowed my head so Jack and Mum wouldn’t see my tears.
I do have more, I'm just not posting it. Yet.
It will come, though.
Prologue
All my life, I’ve heard stories of Shyasha Rinkari. She was a legend in her day; she’s still spoken of in plenty of places. The Lazy Dog, the pub in town, boasts that it was the location of the Crystal Quests’ beginning, where Shyasha Rinkari first met up with Faug and Valin Hyatha of Anana, and thus commenced the journey that would change our world.
Of course, it’s been a few generations since then. Although the land has not fallen into complete disarray, it’s not as good as it once was, according to Grampa. He says that Telsiel, the King, is starting to lose it. It would be rather hard for Grampa to judge whether King Telsiel was losing it or not, because we live on a farm in possibly the most boring part of Illindara in existence. Mum says that it’s Grampa who’s losing it, not Telsiel, but I like hearing his opinions, and I love it when he tells the stories of the Crystal Quest. Mum says most of them are made up, but I choose not to believe that. Why would he tell them if they weren’t true?
Grampa says Shyasha Rinkari has died; that she was killed when he was about twelve and he saw it happen. He also says, however, that she could come back to stay, just once, when the world had desperate need of her. Mum says that that’s the biggest pile of Goblin droppings that she’s heard yet, but I secretly wondered if the legendary Ranger could be brought back, and what kind of person it would take to do it. I often hoped that I could be the one who brought around her return, but I knew that was impossible. Mum would never let me go.
You see, my grandmother was an Elemental – a being that channels the rhythms of the earth, water, wind, fire, and ice, and can use those rhythms to their disposal. She was one of the last ones left, and she knew that it was going be a big risk in choosing mortality and marrying Grampa. But as she was an elemental, she could pass down her powers to her children – her oldest son was my father, who had an affinity for earth and water. He passed those traits to me and my younger brother, Jack.
Dad died when I was little, a short while after Jack was born. I’ve had to do practically all of the labor on the farm ever since. I love working with the land (I got the Earth affinity), but I hate the fact that I’m stuck here, barely literate and wholly uneducated, and this is where I’m supposed to stay, because Mum and Jack need me to help work the land and make the crops grow better.
Although I love the crops, I want to see the rest of the world, to actually learn something and have an adventure. By the time Grampa was my age he had escaped a dragon, fought off orcs, and met my grandmother. Although Mum insists that all of it is tosh, when she gets to be his age, she won’t have any stories for her daughter-in-law to call ‘tosh.’ I don’t want that to happen to me, and yet it was supposed to be my fate.
I think Fate has a way of fooling you, though, so it threw me a surprise on a sad day and changed everything.
Chapter 1
Usually it was either Jack or Mum who looked after Grampa while I worked in the fields, getting browned and freckled by the sun. Every few months, I could be aided by a young man who needed a job, even though we could barely afford to pay him anything.
On my thirteenth birthday, which is in the middle of summer, I was out working in the fields with Mum when Jack came running out from our small hut, looking absolutely terrified.
“What is it, Jack?” Mum asked at once.
“It’s… Grampa…” he panted, clutching the stitch in his side from running all the way across the field to reach us.
“What about him?” Mum demanded, looking nervous. I was listening intently as well – Grampa had had a cough for quite some time, and he was getting to the age where a simple head cold could easily turn into the Blue Fever, and every day I worried that it would be his last.
“He’s… he’s…” Jack stuttered. “He’s going…” was all my brother could manage. My gut translated that into only one thing: death was coming for Grampa at last. My heart pounding, I started sprinting at once towards the cabin, outrunning my mother and brother easily due to the long stride I’d inherited from my father; my bare feet kicked up dark soil as I dashed across the field.
When I arrived in the hut, I had to pause for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Grampa was slouched over in his usual chair near the fire pit, but he looked worse than normal.
“Grampa?” I said hesitantly. He looked up at the sound of my voice.
“Nikita,” he grumbled in his deep voice, “come here.”
I obeyed at once. “What is it, Grampa?” I asked.
“All the stories I have told you are true,” he said, as if every word was costing him a lot. “It is your turn now.”
“My turn for what?” I breathed.
“Your turn for an adventure,” he told me, coughing several times. “Shyasha Rinkari will need to be woken again. I have a feeling…” his voice trailed off.
“Grampa?” my voice caught in my throat. He couldn’t be dead… not yet…
“Nikita, seek out Sparraben of Lianland,” Grampa said with a few more coughs that sounded like he was going to put out his stomach soon.
“Sparraben of Lianland,” I repeated. The name sounded familiar. “You mean… the one who trained Shyasha Rinkari?”
“He lives in the eastern end of the Silvercourt Forest. Tell him Faug sent you in the name of the Scarred Princess.”
“You knew Shyasha Rinkari?”
“Yes, girl, how did you think I learned about Sparraben?” Grampa snapped with a bite in his voice. “Shyasha Rinkari held him in the highest regard. He even gave Rhyda a bit of Ranger training…” Rhyda was the grandmother that had been an Elemental, and had been married to Grampa.
“Seek out Sparraben,” I prompted, nervous that I would miss something important, though I didn’t know what that might be. “And then what?”
“Tell him you need his help bringing Shyasha Rinkari back. He will help you from there. It is of the upmost importance that you do this. I fear the world will have need of a hero soon.”
“Faug, you can’t be telling Nikita things like this with your last breaths,” Mum snapped. I was so focused on remembering Grampa’s instructions that I hadn’t heard her and Jack enter the room.
“She needs to know, Leanna,” Grampa said. “Nikita, find Sparraben.”
“I will, Grampa,” I promised.
“Leanna, don’t stifle her so much,” Grampa told her, coughing again hard enough to actually pull out his stomach or some other vital organ. “Nor Jack. Jack, work hard, all right, my boy?”
“All right, Grampa,” Jack said.
Soon after Jack had made his promise, Grampa had a very hard coughing fit, and when it was over...
Grampa had expired.
I bowed my head so Jack and Mum wouldn’t see my tears.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The Most Words
Well, I've officially set my record for Number Of Words Written Creatively In One Sitting (well, at least the record since I started counting. Which was the last time I was writing anything creatively. At which point the record was set. But that's beside the point.): 1222 words. HOORAY!! (Well, subtracting the words 'prologue' and 'Chapter 1', it's really only 1219, but still...) Anyway, the point is, it's a lot. And I don't think I've done that many words in quite a while. And I'll show the story to you. Once I get more than 2 or 3 pages in. Which'll be soon. Hopefully. I have to turn it in to my creative writing teacher first, though... (I'm using it for credit this week. You actually have to prove you're making progress on something in her class...) So... yeah. IT WILL BE UP SOON, I SWEAR!!
In other news, why didn't I see more of you at the 9/11 Unity Walk today? (Not that I actually know who reads the blog because nobody COMMENTS...) But anyway, it was a really good turnout, aside from the confusion at the beginning where I ended up with no shoes on and my scarf on my head INSIDE the Gurdwara (spelling?) instead of with my shoes on and with the scarf not on my head OUTSIDE, which was where we were doing our shindig.
Also, at the end, one of my amigas did a speech. And it was amazing. Because she's freaking BRILLIANT at public speaking, as I learned today. (YAY FOR HER!!!).
Anyhoo, I'm leaving now. I have nothing more to say.
In other news, why didn't I see more of you at the 9/11 Unity Walk today? (Not that I actually know who reads the blog because nobody COMMENTS...) But anyway, it was a really good turnout, aside from the confusion at the beginning where I ended up with no shoes on and my scarf on my head INSIDE the Gurdwara (spelling?) instead of with my shoes on and with the scarf not on my head OUTSIDE, which was where we were doing our shindig.
Also, at the end, one of my amigas did a speech. And it was amazing. Because she's freaking BRILLIANT at public speaking, as I learned today. (YAY FOR HER!!!).
Anyhoo, I'm leaving now. I have nothing more to say.
Friday, September 10, 2010
WOOHOO!!!
I'm EXTREMELY excited right now, simply because of the fact that IT'S FRIDAY! Seriously, you have no idea how excited I am right now by the prospect of not having to wake up at seven tomorrow morning, and also to get some serious knitting done. And I get to go on the roof! (it's gutter-cleaning season, you see.) Also, I have WRITTEN MATERIAL that I will show you. Later. Which means it's probably not going to show up for a month, or at least until I have around five pages. Which is three pages away from what I have now. And... yeah.
Anyway, I'm also EXTREMELY excited because on SUNDAY is an event which you ALL should attend because I SAID SO! It's the 9/11 Unity Walk, and this group that I'm in is doing a fundraiser for Miriam's Kitchen (I think there's a link in an earlier post), to which you should all bring travel sized shampoo, unopened deoderant, and men's socks, and go along and feel one with other people.
YAY!
Anyway, I'm also EXTREMELY excited because on SUNDAY is an event which you ALL should attend because I SAID SO! It's the 9/11 Unity Walk, and this group that I'm in is doing a fundraiser for Miriam's Kitchen (I think there's a link in an earlier post), to which you should all bring travel sized shampoo, unopened deoderant, and men's socks, and go along and feel one with other people.
YAY!
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