If that’s what it is/then that’s what it is/you’re probably right to just forget it/let's face it you’ve worked so hard and now you’re scarred/ and free of any hope/I guess you should mope/forget what you’ve planned/hey, I understand//if that’s what it is/then that’s what it is/though that’s not the way I choose to see it/I have my own view that works with all these jerks and unenlightened fools/I make my own rules, I do what I can/if I hit the wall then maybe its all a part of the plan/tomorrow will come, today will be gone/and so I put one foot in front of the other/one foot in front of the other/and just keep walking on/if that’s what it is/if that’s what it is/what also is true/what also is true/is it may not always be disaster/I realize that now it is but how it is/Isn’t how its got be/Another day comes, another day goes/And if I get teased or hurt or lied to or punched in the nose/I say I wont cry/I cry until dawn/And then I put one foot in front of the other/one foot in front of the other/and just keep walking on//I'm becoming a man/Maybe all that it means is/I face the world for what it is/And not what I wish it could be/I’m becoming a man/Watching everything fall into place/I swing, I miss/I’ll get through this/I almost guarantee//One day I’ll be thirty/One day I’ll be fine/One day I’ll make fun of this dramatic life of mine/One day I’ll be older/And then I’ll write a book/About the choices that I made/The choices that you made/And the chances that I took/The chances that you--*no idea what happens here, i've never seen this musical*/If that’s what it is/Then that’s what it is/At least until Disney can re-write it/We put our shoes and socks and take the knocks/And wish that it would change/And maybe it will/And maybe it can/Until then you trust that all this is just becoming a man/You take your best shot/Cause look what you’ve got/Go on and put one foot in front of the other/One foot in front of the other/One foot in front of the other/One foot in front of the other/The crip, the geek, the jew and his mother/And just keep walking on
Okay I know my coloring is wonky.
But this is a three-part piece, so....
Okay
Blue is Archie. He's cool.
Red is Patrice. She is also cool.
Purple is both Archie and Patrice. No, I don't think there's anything between them aside from them being friends and wanting Evan to not be so hard on himself.
Evan is in green. At that point in time, from what I know, he's feeling not so great because he just messed everything up. Or so he thinks.
And black is all of them singing together as one happy amigo-ship.
The end.
I like this song. It is a rather awesome song. My favorite line ever is "If that's what it is/ then that's what it is/ at least until Disney can rewrite it". It's Archie's line and it's rather awesome. At least I think so.
I'm random, I know.
but....
I'M ALMOST AT A HUNDRED POSTS!!!!!!!
And I think I also just set a personal record for number of posts in a day.
What the heck.
It's the music's fault.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
go your own way-Fleetwood Mac
Loving you
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe Id give you my world
How can i
When you wont take it from me
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do
If I could
Baby Id give you my world
Open up
Everything's waiting for you
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
This is THE BEST energy song I have yet encountered. And it is verifiable as an awesome song. Ask anyone who's heard it.
Anyway.....
from now on, as long as I remember to do it, I might do song lyrics on my posts.
I'm a music nerd.
I can't help it.
:)
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe Id give you my world
How can i
When you wont take it from me
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do
If I could
Baby Id give you my world
Open up
Everything's waiting for you
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
This is THE BEST energy song I have yet encountered. And it is verifiable as an awesome song. Ask anyone who's heard it.
Anyway.....
from now on, as long as I remember to do it, I might do song lyrics on my posts.
I'm a music nerd.
I can't help it.
:)
three ring circus
Gonna have a three-ring circus someday,
People will say it's a fine one, son.
Gonna have a three-ring circus someday,
People will come from miles around.
Lions, tigers, acrobats, and jugglers and clowns galore,
Tightrope walkers, pony riders, elephants, and so much more...
Guess I got the idea right here at school.
Felt like a fool when they called my name,
Talkin' about the government and how it's arranged,
Divided in three like a circus.
Ring one, Executive,
Two is Legislative, that's Congress.
Ring three, Judiciary.
See it's kind of like my circus, circus.
Step right up and visit ring number one.
The show's just begun. Meet the President.
I am here to see that the laws get done.
The ringmaster of the government.
On with the show!
Hurry, hurry, hurry to ring number two.
See what they do in the Congress.
Passin' laws and juggling bills,
Oh, it's quite a thrill in the Congress.
Focus your attention on ring number three.
The Judiciary's in the spotlight.
The courts take the law and they tame the crimes
Balancing the wrongs with your rights.
No one part can be
more powerful than any other is.
Each controls the other you see,
and that's what we call checks and balances.
Well, everybody's act is part of the show.
And no one's job is more important.
The audience is kinda like the country you know,
Keeping and eye on their performance.
Ring one, Executive,
Two is Legislative, that's Congress.
Ring three, Judiciary.
See it's kind of like my circus, circus.
Gonna have a three-ring circus someday.
People will say it's a fine one son,
But until I get it, I'll do my thing
With government. It's got three rings.
People will say it's a fine one, son.
Gonna have a three-ring circus someday,
People will come from miles around.
Lions, tigers, acrobats, and jugglers and clowns galore,
Tightrope walkers, pony riders, elephants, and so much more...
Guess I got the idea right here at school.
Felt like a fool when they called my name,
Talkin' about the government and how it's arranged,
Divided in three like a circus.
Ring one, Executive,
Two is Legislative, that's Congress.
Ring three, Judiciary.
See it's kind of like my circus, circus.
Step right up and visit ring number one.
The show's just begun. Meet the President.
I am here to see that the laws get done.
The ringmaster of the government.
On with the show!
Hurry, hurry, hurry to ring number two.
See what they do in the Congress.
Passin' laws and juggling bills,
Oh, it's quite a thrill in the Congress.
Focus your attention on ring number three.
The Judiciary's in the spotlight.
The courts take the law and they tame the crimes
Balancing the wrongs with your rights.
No one part can be
more powerful than any other is.
Each controls the other you see,
and that's what we call checks and balances.
Well, everybody's act is part of the show.
And no one's job is more important.
The audience is kinda like the country you know,
Keeping and eye on their performance.
Ring one, Executive,
Two is Legislative, that's Congress.
Ring three, Judiciary.
See it's kind of like my circus, circus.
Gonna have a three-ring circus someday.
People will say it's a fine one son,
But until I get it, I'll do my thing
With government. It's got three rings.
Shot heard Round the World
"The British are coming! The British are coming!"
Now, the ride of Paul Revere
Set the nation on its ear,
And the shot at Lexington heard 'round the world,
When the British fired in the early dawn
The War of Independence had begun,
The die was cast, the rebel flag unfurled.
And on to Concord marched the foe
To seize the arsenal there you know,
Waking folks searching all around
Till our militia stopped them in their tracks,
At the old North Bridge we turned them back
And chased those Redcoats back to Boston town.
And the shot heard 'round the world
Was the start of the Revolution.
The Minute Men were ready, on the move.
Take your powder, and take your gun.
Report to General Washington.
Hurry men, there's not an hour to lose!
Now, at famous Bunker Hill,
Even though we lost, it was quite a thrill,
The rebel Colonel Prescott proved he was wise;
Outnumbered and low on ammunition
As the British stormed his position
He said, "Hold your fire till you see the whites of their eyes!"
Though the next few years were rough,
General Washington's men proved they were tough,
Those hungry, ragged boys would not be beat.
One night they crossed the Delaware,
Surprised the Hessians in their lair,
And at Valley Forge they just bundled up their feet!
And the shot heard 'round the world
Was the start of the Revolution.
The Minute Men were ready, on the move.
Take your blanket, and take your son.
Report to General Washington.
We've got our rights and now it's time to prove.
Well, they showed such determination
That they won the admiration
Of countries across the sea like France and Spain,
Who loaned the colonies ships and guns
And put the British on the run
And the Continental Army on its feet again.
And though they lost some battles too,
The Americans swore they'd see it through,
Their raiding parties kept up, hit and run.
At Yorktown the British could not retreat,
Bottled up by Washington and the French Fleet,
Cornwallis surrendered and finally we had won!
The winner!
Hurray!
From the shot heard 'round the world
To the end of the Revolution
The continental rabble took the day
And the father of our country
Beat the British there at Yorktown
And brought freedom to you and me and the U.S.A.!
God bless America, Let Freedom Ring!
Now, the ride of Paul Revere
Set the nation on its ear,
And the shot at Lexington heard 'round the world,
When the British fired in the early dawn
The War of Independence had begun,
The die was cast, the rebel flag unfurled.
And on to Concord marched the foe
To seize the arsenal there you know,
Waking folks searching all around
Till our militia stopped them in their tracks,
At the old North Bridge we turned them back
And chased those Redcoats back to Boston town.
And the shot heard 'round the world
Was the start of the Revolution.
The Minute Men were ready, on the move.
Take your powder, and take your gun.
Report to General Washington.
Hurry men, there's not an hour to lose!
Now, at famous Bunker Hill,
Even though we lost, it was quite a thrill,
The rebel Colonel Prescott proved he was wise;
Outnumbered and low on ammunition
As the British stormed his position
He said, "Hold your fire till you see the whites of their eyes!"
Though the next few years were rough,
General Washington's men proved they were tough,
Those hungry, ragged boys would not be beat.
One night they crossed the Delaware,
Surprised the Hessians in their lair,
And at Valley Forge they just bundled up their feet!
And the shot heard 'round the world
Was the start of the Revolution.
The Minute Men were ready, on the move.
Take your blanket, and take your son.
Report to General Washington.
We've got our rights and now it's time to prove.
Well, they showed such determination
That they won the admiration
Of countries across the sea like France and Spain,
Who loaned the colonies ships and guns
And put the British on the run
And the Continental Army on its feet again.
And though they lost some battles too,
The Americans swore they'd see it through,
Their raiding parties kept up, hit and run.
At Yorktown the British could not retreat,
Bottled up by Washington and the French Fleet,
Cornwallis surrendered and finally we had won!
The winner!
Hurray!
From the shot heard 'round the world
To the end of the Revolution
The continental rabble took the day
And the father of our country
Beat the British there at Yorktown
And brought freedom to you and me and the U.S.A.!
God bless America, Let Freedom Ring!
No more kings
Rockin' and a-rollin', splishin' and a-splashin',
Over the horizon, what can it be?
The pilgrims sailed the sea
To find a place to call their own.
In their ship Mayflower,
They hoped to find a better home.
They finally knocked
On Plymouth Rock
And someone said, "We're there."
It may not look like home
But at this point I don't care.
Oh, they were missing Mother England,
They swore their loyalty until the very end.
Anything you say, King,
It's OK, King,
You know it's kinda scary on your own.
Gonna build a new land
The way we planned.
Could you help us run it till it's grown?
They planted corn, you know
They built their houses one by one,
And bit by bit they worked
Until the colonies were done.
They looked around,
Yeah, up and down,
And someone said, "Hurray!"
If the king could only see us now
He would be proud of us today.
They knew that now they'd run their own land,
But George the Third still vowed
He'd rule them till the end.
Anything I say, do it my way now.
Anything I say, do it my way.
Don't you get to feeling independent
'Cause I'm gonna force you to obey.
He taxed their property,
He didn't give them any choice,
And back in England,
He didn't give them any voice.
(That's called taxation without representation,
and it's not fair!)
But when the Colonies complained
The king said: "I don't care!"
He even has the nerve
To tax our cup of tea.
To put it kindly, King,
We really don't agree.
Gonna show you how we feel.
We're gonna dump this tea
And turn this harbor into
The biggest cup of tea in history!
They wanted no more Mother England.
They knew the time had come
For them to take command.
It's very clear you're being unfair, King,
No matter what you say, we won't obey.
Gonna hold a revolution now, King,
And we're gonna run it all our way
With no more kings...
We're gonna elect a president! (No more kings)
He's gonna do what the people want! (No more kings)
We're gonna run things our way! (No more kings)
Nobody's gonna tell us what to do!
Rockin' and a-rollin', splishin' and a-splashin',
Over the horizon, what can it be?
Looks like it's going to be a free country.
Over the horizon, what can it be?
The pilgrims sailed the sea
To find a place to call their own.
In their ship Mayflower,
They hoped to find a better home.
They finally knocked
On Plymouth Rock
And someone said, "We're there."
It may not look like home
But at this point I don't care.
Oh, they were missing Mother England,
They swore their loyalty until the very end.
Anything you say, King,
It's OK, King,
You know it's kinda scary on your own.
Gonna build a new land
The way we planned.
Could you help us run it till it's grown?
They planted corn, you know
They built their houses one by one,
And bit by bit they worked
Until the colonies were done.
They looked around,
Yeah, up and down,
And someone said, "Hurray!"
If the king could only see us now
He would be proud of us today.
They knew that now they'd run their own land,
But George the Third still vowed
He'd rule them till the end.
Anything I say, do it my way now.
Anything I say, do it my way.
Don't you get to feeling independent
'Cause I'm gonna force you to obey.
He taxed their property,
He didn't give them any choice,
And back in England,
He didn't give them any voice.
(That's called taxation without representation,
and it's not fair!)
But when the Colonies complained
The king said: "I don't care!"
He even has the nerve
To tax our cup of tea.
To put it kindly, King,
We really don't agree.
Gonna show you how we feel.
We're gonna dump this tea
And turn this harbor into
The biggest cup of tea in history!
They wanted no more Mother England.
They knew the time had come
For them to take command.
It's very clear you're being unfair, King,
No matter what you say, we won't obey.
Gonna hold a revolution now, King,
And we're gonna run it all our way
With no more kings...
We're gonna elect a president! (No more kings)
He's gonna do what the people want! (No more kings)
We're gonna run things our way! (No more kings)
Nobody's gonna tell us what to do!
Rockin' and a-rollin', splishin' and a-splashin',
Over the horizon, what can it be?
Looks like it's going to be a free country.
Interjections!
Cough! Cough! Cough!)
When Reginald was home with flu, uh-huh-huh,
The doctor knew just what to do-hoo.
He cured the infection
With one small injection
While Reginald uttered some interjections..
Hey! That smarts!
Ouch! That hurts!
Yow! That's not fair givin' a guy a shot down there!
Interjections (Hey!) show excitement (Yow!) or emotion (Ouch!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
Though Geraldine played hard to get, uh-huh-huh
Geraldo knew he'd woo her ye-het
He showed his affection
Despite her objections
And Geraldine hollered some interjections...
Well! You've got some nerve!
Oh! I've never been so insulted in all my life!
Hey! You're kinda cute!
Interjections (Well!) show excitement (Oh!) or emotion (Hey!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
So when you're happy (Hurray!) or sad (Aw!)
Or frightened (Eeeeeek!) or mad (Rats!)
Or excited (Wow!) or glad (Hey!)
An interjection starts a sentence right.
The game was tied at seven all, uh-huh-huh,
When Franklin found he had the ba-hall.
He made a connection
In the other direction,
And the crowd starting shouting out interjections...
Aw! You threw the wrong way!
Darn! You just lost the game!
Hurray! I'm for the other team!
Interjections (Aw!) show excitement (Darn!) or emotion (Hurray!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
So when you're happy (Hurray!) or sad (Aw!)
Or frightened (Eeeeeek!) or mad (Rats!)
Or excited (Wow!) or glad (Hey!)
An interjection starts a sentence right.
Interjections (Hey!) show excitement (Hey!) or emotion (Hey!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
Interjections show excitement or emotion,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... YEA!
Darn! That's the end!
When Reginald was home with flu, uh-huh-huh,
The doctor knew just what to do-hoo.
He cured the infection
With one small injection
While Reginald uttered some interjections..
Hey! That smarts!
Ouch! That hurts!
Yow! That's not fair givin' a guy a shot down there!
Interjections (Hey!) show excitement (Yow!) or emotion (Ouch!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
Though Geraldine played hard to get, uh-huh-huh
Geraldo knew he'd woo her ye-het
He showed his affection
Despite her objections
And Geraldine hollered some interjections...
Well! You've got some nerve!
Oh! I've never been so insulted in all my life!
Hey! You're kinda cute!
Interjections (Well!) show excitement (Oh!) or emotion (Hey!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
So when you're happy (Hurray!) or sad (Aw!)
Or frightened (Eeeeeek!) or mad (Rats!)
Or excited (Wow!) or glad (Hey!)
An interjection starts a sentence right.
The game was tied at seven all, uh-huh-huh,
When Franklin found he had the ba-hall.
He made a connection
In the other direction,
And the crowd starting shouting out interjections...
Aw! You threw the wrong way!
Darn! You just lost the game!
Hurray! I'm for the other team!
Interjections (Aw!) show excitement (Darn!) or emotion (Hurray!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
So when you're happy (Hurray!) or sad (Aw!)
Or frightened (Eeeeeek!) or mad (Rats!)
Or excited (Wow!) or glad (Hey!)
An interjection starts a sentence right.
Interjections (Hey!) show excitement (Hey!) or emotion (Hey!).
They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point,
Or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong.
Interjections show excitement or emotion,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... YEA!
Darn! That's the end!
Mr. Morton
This is the tale of Mister Morton
Mister Morton is who?
He is the subject of our tale
and the predicate tells what Mister
Morton must do
Mister Morton walked down the street
Mister Morton walked
Mister Morton talked to his cat
Mister Morton talked
(Hello, cat. You look good.)
Mister Morton was lonely
Mister Morton was
Mister Morton is the subject of the
sentence, and what the predicate says,
he does
Mister Morton knew just one girl
Mister Morton knew
Mister Morton grew flowers for Pearl
Mister Morton grew
Mister Morton was very shy
Mister Morton was
Mister Morton is the subject of the
sentence, and what the predicate says,
he does
The subject is a noun,
that's person, place or thing
It's who or what the sentence is about
And the predicate is the verb
That's the action word
that gets the subject up and out
Mister Morton wrote Pearl a poem
Mister Morton wrote
Pearl replied in the afternoon
Pearl replied by a note
Mister Morton was very nervous
Mister Morton was
Mister Morton is the subject of the
sentence, and what the predicate says,
he does!
The cat stretched,
the sun beat down,
a neighbor chased his kid.
come here kid - come on!)
Each sentence is completed when
you know the subject did.
Mister Morton knocked on her door
Mister Morton knocked
Mister Morton sat on her porch
Yes, he just sat and rocked.
Mister Morton was a nervous man;
when she opened up the door he ran.
Mister Morton climbed up his stairs
Mister Morton climbed
Mister Morton rhymed pretty words
Mister Morton rhymed
Mister Morton was lonely
Mister Morton was
until Pearl showed up with a single rose.
Who says women can't propose?
Now Mister Morton is happy
and Pearl and the cat are too
They're the subjects of the sentence
and what the predicate says, they do
Mister Morton is who?
He is the subject of our tale
and the predicate tells what Mister
Morton must do
Mister Morton walked down the street
Mister Morton walked
Mister Morton talked to his cat
Mister Morton talked
(Hello, cat. You look good.)
Mister Morton was lonely
Mister Morton was
Mister Morton is the subject of the
sentence, and what the predicate says,
he does
Mister Morton knew just one girl
Mister Morton knew
Mister Morton grew flowers for Pearl
Mister Morton grew
Mister Morton was very shy
Mister Morton was
Mister Morton is the subject of the
sentence, and what the predicate says,
he does
The subject is a noun,
that's person, place or thing
It's who or what the sentence is about
And the predicate is the verb
That's the action word
that gets the subject up and out
Mister Morton wrote Pearl a poem
Mister Morton wrote
Pearl replied in the afternoon
Pearl replied by a note
Mister Morton was very nervous
Mister Morton was
Mister Morton is the subject of the
sentence, and what the predicate says,
he does!
The cat stretched,
the sun beat down,
a neighbor chased his kid.
come here kid - come on!)
Each sentence is completed when
you know the subject did.
Mister Morton knocked on her door
Mister Morton knocked
Mister Morton sat on her porch
Yes, he just sat and rocked.
Mister Morton was a nervous man;
when she opened up the door he ran.
Mister Morton climbed up his stairs
Mister Morton climbed
Mister Morton rhymed pretty words
Mister Morton rhymed
Mister Morton was lonely
Mister Morton was
until Pearl showed up with a single rose.
Who says women can't propose?
Now Mister Morton is happy
and Pearl and the cat are too
They're the subjects of the sentence
and what the predicate says, they do
SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK!!!!! WOOT!!!!!!
I just rediscovered Schoolhouse Rock. And I just how FLIPPING AWESOME Schoolhouse Rock is.
Why is Schoolhouse Rock flipping awesome?
Because Schoolhouse Rock taught me more about grammar in five minutes than many of my English teachers could. Except for maybe my eighth grade teacher. Who had the sense to bring in her Schoohouse Rock DVDs.
Seriously.
Great things about Schoolhouse Rock:
#1: awesome music.
#2: very catchy lyrics.
#3: you can actually tell what they're saying.
#4: you can actaully LEARN something from it.
#5: schoolhouse rock is a lot more fun than listening to your teacher lecture about preticates and interjections and the American Revolution and whatever.
Those are the basic reasons why Schoolhouse Rock ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why is Schoolhouse Rock flipping awesome?
Because Schoolhouse Rock taught me more about grammar in five minutes than many of my English teachers could. Except for maybe my eighth grade teacher. Who had the sense to bring in her Schoohouse Rock DVDs.
Seriously.
Great things about Schoolhouse Rock:
#1: awesome music.
#2: very catchy lyrics.
#3: you can actually tell what they're saying.
#4: you can actaully LEARN something from it.
#5: schoolhouse rock is a lot more fun than listening to your teacher lecture about preticates and interjections and the American Revolution and whatever.
Those are the basic reasons why Schoolhouse Rock ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Part #6 of Shya/Valin/Faug
Chapter 6
A few minutes later, a servant showed up at Faug and Valin’s door to show them to the dining hall. It was a massive room that was bathed in a soft, golden light that was supplied by hundreds of candles that somehow hovered from the ceiling unsupported. The table went the length of the entire room, even though there were only a few places set at the far end. Faug wondered why they didn’t just use a different room, or even a different table. It seemed kind of a waste of space to use the massive table when there were only a few people there. Telsiel was sitting at the far end of the room, at the head of the table. He glanced up when the two boys entered, smiled slightly, and beckoned them forward. The brothers approached apprehensively. Even though they technically knew everyone except for the dark-haired girl by Hyan who was most assuredly NOT Shyasha, and the small girl near Dalar who was most definitely NOT Shyasha, it was still kind of intimidating. Every one of the eight or so people present seemed both older than them-except for the girl near Dalar-and had some sort of magic about them.
Vain lanced around the table, seeing how many people he could name. That was Telsiel at the end, and on Telsiel’s right was Dalar. Next to Dalar was a small girl with very dark skin who looked no older than eight. Next to this girl was Hyan, and on Hyan’s right was a slender young woman who could pass for his sister. This was probably Tiba, Valin thought. Next to the maybe-Tiba was a male dwarf. Across from Tiba and Hyan were three more people who looked like elves-one female, two males. By the female elf and the dwarf there were two empty places that had plates but no people in the chairs. Telsiel motioned for Valin and Faug to sit there. As he sat down, Faug noticed there was also a spare seat on Telsiel’s left. He also noticed, with a pang in his stomach, that Shyasha wasn’t there. This made him kind of uncomfortable and very nervous. At least he knew Shyasha. Now all he had to talk to was Valin. And suddenly he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to talk to Valin. In fact, Faug wasn’t quite sure whether he was physically capable of opening his mouth anymore.
Finally, Telsiel spoke. “Quick introduction, just so everyone knows everyone. Just go around the table and say your name. I’m Telsiel.”
“Dalar.”
“Liea.” The small girl’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Hyan.”
“Tiba.”
“Shangru.” The dwarf had a very gruff, deep voice.
“Valin.”
“Faug.”
“Tayana.” The female elf next to Faug sounded like she could be a singer. “Shya’s mother.”
“Akalu,” said the male elf by Shyasha’s mother. “Shya’s dad.”
“Iluri. I’m just here.”
“Where is Shya, Telsiel?” Tayana asked in her calm, slow voice.
“She’s coming,” Telsiel said. He glanced up again, noticing movement at the top of the staircase to the dining hall. There Shya was. She was the closest thing to beautiful that he could remember.
Faug and Valin hadn’t thought Shyasha was the kind of girl who would willingly put on a dress and let people catch her in it while she was still breathing. They had thought that she was the kind of girl who would roam the forest in male clothing, never showing her face to anyone and remaining a mystery for the rest of her life. She was a tomboy and was always willing to fight, both humans knew that. She would never be fully contained by anything. However, the intricate braiding of her hair and the pastel dress she was wearing were coming frightfully close to be the thing that contained her. However, they noticed she was still barefoot. Nonetheless, Shyasha was NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, going to wear formal shoes, too. AT ALL.
"Why is she wearing a dress?" Faug muttered.
"Because this is how life is when you're royal," Valin muttered back.
"She looks tired," Tayana murmured to her husband.
"She hasn't slept for four days," Akalu replied. "She told me-she was the night watch on the road."
"Couldn't that older human do it?" Tayana asked, glancing at Valin. "He looks strong enough."
"Shya was the one that was supposed to be protecting them, they weren't supposed to be protecting her."
"She's the princess. She's the one that's supposed to be protected."
"She never cared about that."
"She never cared about anything."
"She cared about staying alive. And she’s named ‘the shadow warrior’ for a reason. She wasn’t going to be like our other daughters, sitting in a tower or going to balls or whatever in order to get married.”
“Only because you wouldn’t let her.”
“And because I wanted one daughter who could think for herself.”
“Maybe she thinks for herself a little too much.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“But after what happened-”
“There’s a difference between mistrust of people because you’ve been hurt and independence because you don’t want to be treated like an idiot.”
A few minutes later, a servant showed up at Faug and Valin’s door to show them to the dining hall. It was a massive room that was bathed in a soft, golden light that was supplied by hundreds of candles that somehow hovered from the ceiling unsupported. The table went the length of the entire room, even though there were only a few places set at the far end. Faug wondered why they didn’t just use a different room, or even a different table. It seemed kind of a waste of space to use the massive table when there were only a few people there. Telsiel was sitting at the far end of the room, at the head of the table. He glanced up when the two boys entered, smiled slightly, and beckoned them forward. The brothers approached apprehensively. Even though they technically knew everyone except for the dark-haired girl by Hyan who was most assuredly NOT Shyasha, and the small girl near Dalar who was most definitely NOT Shyasha, it was still kind of intimidating. Every one of the eight or so people present seemed both older than them-except for the girl near Dalar-and had some sort of magic about them.
Vain lanced around the table, seeing how many people he could name. That was Telsiel at the end, and on Telsiel’s right was Dalar. Next to Dalar was a small girl with very dark skin who looked no older than eight. Next to this girl was Hyan, and on Hyan’s right was a slender young woman who could pass for his sister. This was probably Tiba, Valin thought. Next to the maybe-Tiba was a male dwarf. Across from Tiba and Hyan were three more people who looked like elves-one female, two males. By the female elf and the dwarf there were two empty places that had plates but no people in the chairs. Telsiel motioned for Valin and Faug to sit there. As he sat down, Faug noticed there was also a spare seat on Telsiel’s left. He also noticed, with a pang in his stomach, that Shyasha wasn’t there. This made him kind of uncomfortable and very nervous. At least he knew Shyasha. Now all he had to talk to was Valin. And suddenly he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to talk to Valin. In fact, Faug wasn’t quite sure whether he was physically capable of opening his mouth anymore.
Finally, Telsiel spoke. “Quick introduction, just so everyone knows everyone. Just go around the table and say your name. I’m Telsiel.”
“Dalar.”
“Liea.” The small girl’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Hyan.”
“Tiba.”
“Shangru.” The dwarf had a very gruff, deep voice.
“Valin.”
“Faug.”
“Tayana.” The female elf next to Faug sounded like she could be a singer. “Shya’s mother.”
“Akalu,” said the male elf by Shyasha’s mother. “Shya’s dad.”
“Iluri. I’m just here.”
“Where is Shya, Telsiel?” Tayana asked in her calm, slow voice.
“She’s coming,” Telsiel said. He glanced up again, noticing movement at the top of the staircase to the dining hall. There Shya was. She was the closest thing to beautiful that he could remember.
Faug and Valin hadn’t thought Shyasha was the kind of girl who would willingly put on a dress and let people catch her in it while she was still breathing. They had thought that she was the kind of girl who would roam the forest in male clothing, never showing her face to anyone and remaining a mystery for the rest of her life. She was a tomboy and was always willing to fight, both humans knew that. She would never be fully contained by anything. However, the intricate braiding of her hair and the pastel dress she was wearing were coming frightfully close to be the thing that contained her. However, they noticed she was still barefoot. Nonetheless, Shyasha was NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, going to wear formal shoes, too. AT ALL.
"Why is she wearing a dress?" Faug muttered.
"Because this is how life is when you're royal," Valin muttered back.
"She looks tired," Tayana murmured to her husband.
"She hasn't slept for four days," Akalu replied. "She told me-she was the night watch on the road."
"Couldn't that older human do it?" Tayana asked, glancing at Valin. "He looks strong enough."
"Shya was the one that was supposed to be protecting them, they weren't supposed to be protecting her."
"She's the princess. She's the one that's supposed to be protected."
"She never cared about that."
"She never cared about anything."
"She cared about staying alive. And she’s named ‘the shadow warrior’ for a reason. She wasn’t going to be like our other daughters, sitting in a tower or going to balls or whatever in order to get married.”
“Only because you wouldn’t let her.”
“And because I wanted one daughter who could think for herself.”
“Maybe she thinks for herself a little too much.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“But after what happened-”
“There’s a difference between mistrust of people because you’ve been hurt and independence because you don’t want to be treated like an idiot.”
laaa
la la la la la.
I'm bored. By the way.....
The fair on Saturday was fun. :) And I went to the library and got this CRAZY AWESOME book by Andy Serkis (who played Gollum in Lord of the Rings) about how they did Gollum, like the animation and stuff like that. And he wasn't just the voice. He was the base for the animation for Gollum. It was crazy awesome how they did it. I don't have the room to say here, partially because I don't remember, but I DO remember that it was crazy cool. I love books like that. They're crazy cool. And crazy awesome. It's more like the content of the books like that that I like, but it I love it. I know I'm weird, but I like those kind of books. Because I act. And I'm interested in that sort of thing. So that's why I love them.
So.........................
Yeah.
Okay.
Done now.
I'm bored. By the way.....
The fair on Saturday was fun. :) And I went to the library and got this CRAZY AWESOME book by Andy Serkis (who played Gollum in Lord of the Rings) about how they did Gollum, like the animation and stuff like that. And he wasn't just the voice. He was the base for the animation for Gollum. It was crazy awesome how they did it. I don't have the room to say here, partially because I don't remember, but I DO remember that it was crazy cool. I love books like that. They're crazy cool. And crazy awesome. It's more like the content of the books like that that I like, but it I love it. I know I'm weird, but I like those kind of books. Because I act. And I'm interested in that sort of thing. So that's why I love them.
So.........................
Yeah.
Okay.
Done now.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
back from auditions
So.
I auditioned.
It wasn't horrid, but.............
It wasn't amazing. I seriously killed the actual singing part of it. I was off key and kind of weak on the high notes. The only decent part was the range test and the sight reading. The sight reading was the best part, to be honest. Because I only killed the end. Which was kind of a nice feeling, only killing one part. But the range was okay. The range part was easy. And the warm ups. But other than that, I failed.
I only auditioned for women's camerata, because, number one, I have absolutely no chance of getting into chamber singers, and number two, I want to take something other than chorus as an elective. And I wanted to be women's camerata more anyway. Chamber Singers is like the elite. Except not.
Okay I have to go to class.
bye.
I auditioned.
It wasn't horrid, but.............
It wasn't amazing. I seriously killed the actual singing part of it. I was off key and kind of weak on the high notes. The only decent part was the range test and the sight reading. The sight reading was the best part, to be honest. Because I only killed the end. Which was kind of a nice feeling, only killing one part. But the range was okay. The range part was easy. And the warm ups. But other than that, I failed.
I only auditioned for women's camerata, because, number one, I have absolutely no chance of getting into chamber singers, and number two, I want to take something other than chorus as an elective. And I wanted to be women's camerata more anyway. Chamber Singers is like the elite. Except not.
Okay I have to go to class.
bye.
auditions.............................
I have to audition soon. For the super-epically-awesome-to-the-extreme choirs at my school. And I am currently FREAKING OUT!!!!!!
Kind of.
I don't know why I'm nervous. The chorus teacher's really nice. I already know him. But still..................... It's nerve-wracking, going in to audition for the higher choirs. You don't know anything for certain. And it's just like, what am I going to do? I don't want it to be like my West Side Story audition. My West Side Story audition was completely and utterly awful. I failed at it miserably. So I don't want it to be like that. I'm nervous. It's in fifteen minutes. EEEKKK! I am going to fail miserably. But I want to be in one of the freaking awesome choirs. I've wanted to since sixth grade. But now the auditions are here, and I'm FREAKING OUT!!!!! Well, I guess that it would have been worse with the other teacher. The old choir teacher was really nice, too, but he was a lot more intense about choir and would only let the best of the best into anything other than the main high school choir. So I guess I could be glad that I'm not auditioning for him. But still. I'm nervous.
I'm leaving now.
Bye.
Kind of.
I don't know why I'm nervous. The chorus teacher's really nice. I already know him. But still..................... It's nerve-wracking, going in to audition for the higher choirs. You don't know anything for certain. And it's just like, what am I going to do? I don't want it to be like my West Side Story audition. My West Side Story audition was completely and utterly awful. I failed at it miserably. So I don't want it to be like that. I'm nervous. It's in fifteen minutes. EEEKKK! I am going to fail miserably. But I want to be in one of the freaking awesome choirs. I've wanted to since sixth grade. But now the auditions are here, and I'm FREAKING OUT!!!!! Well, I guess that it would have been worse with the other teacher. The old choir teacher was really nice, too, but he was a lot more intense about choir and would only let the best of the best into anything other than the main high school choir. So I guess I could be glad that I'm not auditioning for him. But still. I'm nervous.
I'm leaving now.
Bye.
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