AND if you want a really awesome site for Lord of the Rings awesomeness, I know TWO!
One is Arwen-Undomiel, named after, well...three guesses who (if you said Arwen Undomiel, Arwen Evenstar, or that Arwen chick from Lord of the Rings, you're right. And it counts if you said "that ranger dude's girlfriend"). The other one is Council of Elrond. I like CoE better, but I found Arwen first.
The CoE link can be found here and Arwen-Undomiel can be found here. Enjoy! :)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
OKAY! UPDATE!
Well, now I finally get to do a real live update! WOOT!
This is Bereth en Tyuru reporting live from The Living Room. Here on the scene we have Tyuru's brother who is NOT going to come because he's too busy getting food and I'm too lazy to actually interview him. Not that I'd want to or anything. Well, I got my music on Monday. It's rather hard, but it's okay. I have about an hour and a half every morning between swim practice and catching the bus to practice. It's really fun to play some of them, even though some of the songs are kind of hard. There are all of SEVEN parts of "Arabian Nights" plus TWO reprises. FUN!
But, on the other hand, life is okay. I'm not dying in swim practice anymore, for one thing. Yesterday, though, there weren't a whole ton of people there-enough for me to get a lane to myself half time and the other half share with my friend's brother and then my brother's friend. I was surprised I was able to stay ahead of both of them for as long as I did-my brother's friend is an A-meeter (at least I think she is. Either way, she's really fast), and during sprints I was swimming breaststroke and she was doing freestyle and even though I already had a head start I still finished before her. Breast stroke is slower than freestyle, so that's why it was surprising. Anyhoo, I'm going to go take a shower now, so I can catch the bus and not be late.
This is Bereth en Tyuru reporting live from The Living Room. Here on the scene we have Tyuru's brother who is NOT going to come because he's too busy getting food and I'm too lazy to actually interview him. Not that I'd want to or anything. Well, I got my music on Monday. It's rather hard, but it's okay. I have about an hour and a half every morning between swim practice and catching the bus to practice. It's really fun to play some of them, even though some of the songs are kind of hard. There are all of SEVEN parts of "Arabian Nights" plus TWO reprises. FUN!
But, on the other hand, life is okay. I'm not dying in swim practice anymore, for one thing. Yesterday, though, there weren't a whole ton of people there-enough for me to get a lane to myself half time and the other half share with my friend's brother and then my brother's friend. I was surprised I was able to stay ahead of both of them for as long as I did-my brother's friend is an A-meeter (at least I think she is. Either way, she's really fast), and during sprints I was swimming breaststroke and she was doing freestyle and even though I already had a head start I still finished before her. Breast stroke is slower than freestyle, so that's why it was surprising. Anyhoo, I'm going to go take a shower now, so I can catch the bus and not be late.
Part #7 of Shya/ Valin/ Faug
It was true, he thought. Akalu had quite liked the boy, actually, before he decided to cut off something that was good for him. It was a rare thing to find that kind of love in that measure anymore, and that boy had completely killed the chance that he had.
The meal was very quiet at the beginning, and the only really productive thing that happened was that they agreed that the council would be at noon the next day.
“Walk with me,” Telsiel said to Shyasha when they both were done.
Shyasha glared at him for a moment and then rose.
“What?” she demanded as soon as they were out of the hall.
“I have something to tell you,” he began. “And it’s rather important.”
“Spit it out,” Shyasha ordered, with all the authority of a princess, even one who has tried to live it down for four and a half thousand years.
“This way,” Telsiel said.
“Why?” Shyasha demanded.
“I want it to be private,” Telsiel told her shortly.
“If this is about what happened-” Shyasha threatened.
“No, it’s not that,” Telsiel said hurriedly. “I just don’t want people to hear.”
“Why?” Shyasha repeated.
“Just because.”
Shyasha gave him a doubtful scowl and then consented to follow him down the hall, not entirely trusting him. When they had reached a place where Telsiel was certain that they wouldn’t be overheard (having taken several turns and gone down two staircases), he finally turned and said, “I have part of it.”
“Part of the Crystal?”
“Yes.”
“Why is this supposed to be private?”
“Because I didn’t want anybody to know about it.”
“And yet you’re telling me.”
“Yes.”
“Where is it?” Shyasha posed the question as abruptly as possible, keeping her face and voice as impassive and expressionless as possible.
“Why do you want to know?” Telsiel’s voice was suspicious all of a sudden.
“This is something really, really serious. And after what happened, do you honestly expect me to just trust you right off the bat?”
“Yes.”
“What gives you the impression that I would just trust you without verification?”
“Because you’re a girl.”
“I’m a girl, yes, but I’m not an idiot. If you have it, where is it?”
“Promise you won’t tell.”
“I can’t promise that. This entire mission is supposed to be about getting the pieces and destroying them, not keeping secrets and telling lies and getting power. You either have it or you don’t, and if you do, I’d like to see it.”
“Why? So you can have it for yourself?”
“No, so I can take it to the council tomorrow so we can decide what to do with it. Now, give it.”
“Why should I?”
“Telsiel, do you WANT me to hurt you?”
“No.”
“You have it. I can tell. It’s powerful, and it’s got dark magic in it. Sonru wants it back, and he wants to gain power and followers. That’s why he made the Crystal. And he gave part to you, and it’s gotten a hold of you, I can tell.”
“How can you tell?” They began circling each other, like two lions about to kill each other.
“You’re acting really weird. You’re darker. You’re expressionless at best. Ad your eyes aren’t the color they’re supposed to be.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your eyes used to be light blue, not black. And you’re more secretive and forcibly polite. It’s disturbing.”
“Very good.”
“Give it.”
“No. It’s mine. Sonru gave it to me. He told me not to give it to anyone else.”
“What else did he tell you?”
“He said I was one of the most powerful rulers in the world and I was going to be more powerful with the Crystal. He said I was the strongest person out there, that I would be utterly invincible with the Crystal.”
“Telsiel, you jerkface. Can’t you see he was lying? Couldn’t you tell he was just flattering you into accepting it? He was actually saying how powerful you are, so therefore he wanted you under his control so he could gain control the Three Cities.”
“No, he wasn’t.”
“Telsiel, where are the refugees?”
“Gone,” Telsiel laughed.
“Sonru has got them, hasn’t he?”
“Yes, he has. And they’re not coming back.”
“Yes, they are. You’re an idiot if I ever saw one, Telsiel. Now, give over the crystal, or else I’m going to have to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me.”
“What makes you say that? I was a top student in Ranger training while blind. I was taught by the top Ranger master, too. I’m better than you think.”
“Stop bragging.”
“I will if you hand the freaking crystal bit.”
“NO!”
I haven't been able to work on that one for a while. So...yeah. That's where I am right now in that one.
The meal was very quiet at the beginning, and the only really productive thing that happened was that they agreed that the council would be at noon the next day.
“Walk with me,” Telsiel said to Shyasha when they both were done.
Shyasha glared at him for a moment and then rose.
“What?” she demanded as soon as they were out of the hall.
“I have something to tell you,” he began. “And it’s rather important.”
“Spit it out,” Shyasha ordered, with all the authority of a princess, even one who has tried to live it down for four and a half thousand years.
“This way,” Telsiel said.
“Why?” Shyasha demanded.
“I want it to be private,” Telsiel told her shortly.
“If this is about what happened-” Shyasha threatened.
“No, it’s not that,” Telsiel said hurriedly. “I just don’t want people to hear.”
“Why?” Shyasha repeated.
“Just because.”
Shyasha gave him a doubtful scowl and then consented to follow him down the hall, not entirely trusting him. When they had reached a place where Telsiel was certain that they wouldn’t be overheard (having taken several turns and gone down two staircases), he finally turned and said, “I have part of it.”
“Part of the Crystal?”
“Yes.”
“Why is this supposed to be private?”
“Because I didn’t want anybody to know about it.”
“And yet you’re telling me.”
“Yes.”
“Where is it?” Shyasha posed the question as abruptly as possible, keeping her face and voice as impassive and expressionless as possible.
“Why do you want to know?” Telsiel’s voice was suspicious all of a sudden.
“This is something really, really serious. And after what happened, do you honestly expect me to just trust you right off the bat?”
“Yes.”
“What gives you the impression that I would just trust you without verification?”
“Because you’re a girl.”
“I’m a girl, yes, but I’m not an idiot. If you have it, where is it?”
“Promise you won’t tell.”
“I can’t promise that. This entire mission is supposed to be about getting the pieces and destroying them, not keeping secrets and telling lies and getting power. You either have it or you don’t, and if you do, I’d like to see it.”
“Why? So you can have it for yourself?”
“No, so I can take it to the council tomorrow so we can decide what to do with it. Now, give it.”
“Why should I?”
“Telsiel, do you WANT me to hurt you?”
“No.”
“You have it. I can tell. It’s powerful, and it’s got dark magic in it. Sonru wants it back, and he wants to gain power and followers. That’s why he made the Crystal. And he gave part to you, and it’s gotten a hold of you, I can tell.”
“How can you tell?” They began circling each other, like two lions about to kill each other.
“You’re acting really weird. You’re darker. You’re expressionless at best. Ad your eyes aren’t the color they’re supposed to be.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your eyes used to be light blue, not black. And you’re more secretive and forcibly polite. It’s disturbing.”
“Very good.”
“Give it.”
“No. It’s mine. Sonru gave it to me. He told me not to give it to anyone else.”
“What else did he tell you?”
“He said I was one of the most powerful rulers in the world and I was going to be more powerful with the Crystal. He said I was the strongest person out there, that I would be utterly invincible with the Crystal.”
“Telsiel, you jerkface. Can’t you see he was lying? Couldn’t you tell he was just flattering you into accepting it? He was actually saying how powerful you are, so therefore he wanted you under his control so he could gain control the Three Cities.”
“No, he wasn’t.”
“Telsiel, where are the refugees?”
“Gone,” Telsiel laughed.
“Sonru has got them, hasn’t he?”
“Yes, he has. And they’re not coming back.”
“Yes, they are. You’re an idiot if I ever saw one, Telsiel. Now, give over the crystal, or else I’m going to have to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me.”
“What makes you say that? I was a top student in Ranger training while blind. I was taught by the top Ranger master, too. I’m better than you think.”
“Stop bragging.”
“I will if you hand the freaking crystal bit.”
“NO!”
I haven't been able to work on that one for a while. So...yeah. That's where I am right now in that one.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
for good-wicked
yes, I know I'm posting a lot of lyrics. I'm going to post some more lyrics and then I'll give an update. Really.
I'm limited just look at me I'm limited and just look at you you can do all I couldn't do Glinda so now it's up to you for both of us now it's up to you I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason bringing something we must learn and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return well I don't know if I believe that's true but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you I have been changed for good it well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime so let me say before we part so much of me is made of what I learned from you you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you because I knew you I have been changed for good and just to clear the air I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for but then I guess we know there's blame to share and none of it seems to matter anymore like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood who can say if I've been changed for the better I do believe I have been changed for the better and because I knew you because I knew you because I knew you I have been changed for good
I'm limited just look at me I'm limited and just look at you you can do all I couldn't do Glinda so now it's up to you for both of us now it's up to you I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason bringing something we must learn and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return well I don't know if I believe that's true but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you I have been changed for good it well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime so let me say before we part so much of me is made of what I learned from you you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you because I knew you I have been changed for good and just to clear the air I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for but then I guess we know there's blame to share and none of it seems to matter anymore like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood who can say if I've been changed for the better I do believe I have been changed for the better and because I knew you because I knew you because I knew you I have been changed for good
Friday, July 3, 2009
sailing for adventure~Muppet treasure island
When the course is laid and the anchor's weighed
A sailor's blood begins racing
With our hearts unbound and our flag unfurled
We're under way and off to see the world
Under way and off to see the world
Hey ho we'll go
Anywhere the wind is blowing
Manly men are we
Sailing for adventure on the deep blue sea
"Safely now, Mr. Silver. Let's not get sloppy, justbecause we're singing!"
Danger walks the deck we say what the heck
We laugh at the perils we're facing
Every storm we ride is its own reward
And people die by falling overboard
And people die by falling overboard
Hey ho we'll go
Anywhere the wind is blowing
Hoist the sails and sing
Sailing for adventure on the big, blue wet thing
I love to see 'em cry when they walk the plank
I prefer to cut a throat
I love to hang 'em high and watch their little feet try to walk in the air while their faces turn blue
Just kidding
It's a good life on a boat
There are distant lands with burning sands
That call across the oceans
There are bingo games every fun-filled day
And Margaritas at the midnight buffet
Margaritas at the midnight buffet
Hey ho we'll go
Anywhere the wind is blowing
Should have took a train
Sailing for adventure on the bounding main
The salty breezes whisper
Who knows what lies ahead
I just know I was born to live the life my father lead
The stars will be our compass
Wherever we may roam
And our mates will always be
Just like a family
And though we may put into port, the sea is always home
All right, Mr. Bimbo! I didn't know you had such a good singing voice --- your welcome!
We'll chase our dreams standing on our own
Over the horizon to the great unknown
Hey ho we'll go
Anywhere the wind is blowing
Bold and brave and free
Sailing for adventure
It's so nauseating
Sailing for adventure
So exhilarating
Sailing for adventure
we're all celebrating!
On the deep blue sea
Professsional Pirate from Muppet Treasure island
When I was just a lad looking for my true vocation
My father said "Now son, this choice deserves deliberation
Though you could be a doctor or perhaps a financier
My boy why not consider a more challenging career"
Hey ho ho
You'll cruise to foreign shores
And you'll keep your mind and body sound
By working out of doors
My father said "Now son, this choice deserves deliberation
Though you could be a doctor or perhaps a financier
My boy why not consider a more challenging career"
Hey ho ho
You'll cruise to foreign shores
And you'll keep your mind and body sound
By working out of doors
True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without
And when you're a professional pirate
That's what the job's about
"Upstage, lads, this is my ONLY number!"
Now take Sir Francis Drake, the Spanish all despise him
But to the British he's a hero and they idolize him
It's how you look at buccaneers that makes them bad or good
And I see us as members of a noble brotherhood
Hey ho ho
We're honorable men
And before we lose our tempers we will always count to ten
Long John: On occasion there may be someone you have to execute
But when your a professional pirate
And when you're a professional pirate
That's what the job's about
"Upstage, lads, this is my ONLY number!"
Now take Sir Francis Drake, the Spanish all despise him
But to the British he's a hero and they idolize him
It's how you look at buccaneers that makes them bad or good
And I see us as members of a noble brotherhood
Hey ho ho
We're honorable men
And before we lose our tempers we will always count to ten
Long John: On occasion there may be someone you have to execute
But when your a professional pirate
You don't have to wear a suit..... what?
I could have been a surgeon
I like taking things apart
I could have been a lawyer
But I just had too much heart
I could have been in politics
Cause I've always been a big spender
And me...I could have been a contender
I could have been a surgeon
I like taking things apart
I could have been a lawyer
But I just had too much heart
I could have been in politics
Cause I've always been a big spender
And me...I could have been a contender
Some say that pirates steal and should be feared and hated
I say we're victims of bad press it's all exaggerated
We'd never stab you in the back, we'd never lie or cheat
We're just about the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet
Hey ho ho
It's one for all for one
And we'll share and share alike with you and love you like a son
We're gentlemen of fotune and that's what we're proud to be
And when your a professional pirate
You'll be honest brave and free
The soul of decency
You'll be loyal and fair and on the square
And most importantly
When you're a professional pirate
You're always in the best of company
I say we're victims of bad press it's all exaggerated
We'd never stab you in the back, we'd never lie or cheat
We're just about the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet
Hey ho ho
It's one for all for one
And we'll share and share alike with you and love you like a son
We're gentlemen of fotune and that's what we're proud to be
And when your a professional pirate
You'll be honest brave and free
The soul of decency
You'll be loyal and fair and on the square
And most importantly
When you're a professional pirate
You're always in the best of company
and I didn't spell "professional" with three s's in the title at all.......
Thursday, July 2, 2009
:)
So I just got back from tae kwon do and I'm PSYCHED about tomorrow. WHY am I psyched about tomorrow? Because TOMORROW is the day that I FINALLY GET MY ALADDIN MUSIC!!!! WOOT!!!!!!!!!! I'm happy. I
I've started to really enjoy piano. Maybe it's because I can actually put it to good use by playing for kids in musicals. Maybe it's because I now have an excuse to play songs from musicals. Maybe it's just summer. Who knows?
Anyway, I get to go to swim practice tomorrow and work my arms off. :(. It's not fun, but tomorrow's the pancake breakfast, so I think practice is somewhat shortened. I HOPE practice is somewhat shortened. Practice is HARD.
I talked to my brother about him giving me supplemental swim lessons, but he said that I probably didn't need it. Apparently, I'm actually overdoing myself-I'm working myself harder than he is and he's STILL doing better than me. For example, in races, I don't breathe for the first lap and then breathe once or twice on the second lap, thus totalling one or two breaths. He normally does like four or five breaths in a meet. I breathe every three or five strokes in practice. He does every other stroke. And this is the guy who's one of the relay record holders! RR!
He also said that I'm slower than everyone else because I haven't been in the water to practice since last season, and that practices have gotten harder. I HOPE that's true. But mind you, I was always really lousy at swimming. I'm not denying it-my brother may be able to swim a fifty breast stroke in 34 seconds, but I am most definitely NOT able to do anything better than a 48. I'm starting to see why a lot of people on the team are surprised when they find out we're related. We're totally different, both in appearance and in our swimming skill. He's brilliant; I'm lousy. Way to go, me! NOT.
I've started to really enjoy piano. Maybe it's because I can actually put it to good use by playing for kids in musicals. Maybe it's because I now have an excuse to play songs from musicals. Maybe it's just summer. Who knows?
Anyway, I get to go to swim practice tomorrow and work my arms off. :(. It's not fun, but tomorrow's the pancake breakfast, so I think practice is somewhat shortened. I HOPE practice is somewhat shortened. Practice is HARD.
I talked to my brother about him giving me supplemental swim lessons, but he said that I probably didn't need it. Apparently, I'm actually overdoing myself-I'm working myself harder than he is and he's STILL doing better than me. For example, in races, I don't breathe for the first lap and then breathe once or twice on the second lap, thus totalling one or two breaths. He normally does like four or five breaths in a meet. I breathe every three or five strokes in practice. He does every other stroke. And this is the guy who's one of the relay record holders! RR!
He also said that I'm slower than everyone else because I haven't been in the water to practice since last season, and that practices have gotten harder. I HOPE that's true. But mind you, I was always really lousy at swimming. I'm not denying it-my brother may be able to swim a fifty breast stroke in 34 seconds, but I am most definitely NOT able to do anything better than a 48. I'm starting to see why a lot of people on the team are surprised when they find out we're related. We're totally different, both in appearance and in our swimming skill. He's brilliant; I'm lousy. Way to go, me! NOT.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Swim Practice is out to get me
I have learned, from many years of experience, that it is good not to push yourself over the edge repeatedly. However, this is what I've had to do for quite a while now, as swim practice is so darn hard and I'm so darn out of shape. Well, I'm not horribly out of shape, but I'm not in top condition. So now my shoulders are crazy tired and my leg still hurts from those annoying crouch hops on Monday (the pain shouldn't be as strong as yesterday, if at all, yet here it is).
And now, of course, I'm going to go eat and get extra protein and stuff-I put protein supplement in my milk. I hope it helps.
I don't eat before swim practice because of the whole don't-eat-for-an-hour-before-you-swim thing. But it's still hard to swim on an empty stomach. Really hard. But now I get to have SUSTENANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why am I sitting at the computer when I could be eating food? I already had some cheese but I'm kinda hungry still. I'm going now.
BUT WAIT!
HAPPY JULY 1st!
And now, of course, I'm going to go eat and get extra protein and stuff-I put protein supplement in my milk. I hope it helps.
I don't eat before swim practice because of the whole don't-eat-for-an-hour-before-you-swim thing. But it's still hard to swim on an empty stomach. Really hard. But now I get to have SUSTENANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why am I sitting at the computer when I could be eating food? I already had some cheese but I'm kinda hungry still. I'm going now.
BUT WAIT!
HAPPY JULY 1st!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
ASP!!!
Yeah, so basically a recap of ASP:
Monday we hung around and did nothing significant except like talked to the family and stuff. Then the materials FINALLY came and we primed the T1-11 (the drywall, basically) and then we took down most of what last week did because they did it all weird. During Evening Gathering (EG from now on), I had to lead a bunch of people from my group around while they were blindfolded and I wasn't and I wasn't allowed to touch them; I was only allowed to guide them with my voice, which was kind of hard but it was fun.
Tuesday we got to work a lot, and I got my first chance on the saw. I used the Miter saw first-the one that sits on the table and then you line it up properly and then you cut it. Then I did the handheld circular saw, which was kind of nerve-wracking at first. If my mom had been around, she would have been like, "no WAY are you touching those power tools, missie!" but since she wasn't, two of the leaders were like, "hey, you wanna try the saw?" I told them I was nervous, but they showed me how to do it and it was all good. The circ saw we were using had a laser that you lined up with the line that you wanted to cut, which made it easier. After my first cut, one of the leaders was like, "So tell me again, WHY were you nervous?" That night's EG was this couple who did a bunch of songs from Appalacia. They were pretty good.
Wednesday was when I squished my finger and I had to keep it iced for most of the afternoon. It was annoying. But I played with the really cute baby on our site and she succeeded in pulling my glasses and my hat off my head multiple times.
Thursday we did some more work, but nothing really significant happened except I hurt a different finger.
Friday was really depressing because it was the last day. We gave the kids in our family some stuff-koala beanie babies for the young girls who didn't actually live there, a water gun for the guy, and a really cute outfit for the baby, who'll turn one next month. The family gave us each some food of some sort-deer meat, dill pickles, sweet pickles, or tomato juice. I got sweet pickles and tomato juice-I didn't want to try the deer meat and I don't really like dill pickles. After we drove up the holler and were at the gate, the grandpa of our crew drove up on his ATV because one of the leaders had forgotten his tape measure.
So that's the basic recap of ASP.
It was really fun.
:)
OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!
Our family had a frikkin huge angus bull, and I got to pet it even though it was almost three times my size.
And tuesday was "Talent Show Tuesday" and four of us sang "A Whole New World." On Love Song Thursday, me and one of the leaders sang "Seasons of Love" but he dropped out halfway through, which was really annoying because I had to sing really high over the noise of hammering.
Okay going now.
Monday we hung around and did nothing significant except like talked to the family and stuff. Then the materials FINALLY came and we primed the T1-11 (the drywall, basically) and then we took down most of what last week did because they did it all weird. During Evening Gathering (EG from now on), I had to lead a bunch of people from my group around while they were blindfolded and I wasn't and I wasn't allowed to touch them; I was only allowed to guide them with my voice, which was kind of hard but it was fun.
Tuesday we got to work a lot, and I got my first chance on the saw. I used the Miter saw first-the one that sits on the table and then you line it up properly and then you cut it. Then I did the handheld circular saw, which was kind of nerve-wracking at first. If my mom had been around, she would have been like, "no WAY are you touching those power tools, missie!" but since she wasn't, two of the leaders were like, "hey, you wanna try the saw?" I told them I was nervous, but they showed me how to do it and it was all good. The circ saw we were using had a laser that you lined up with the line that you wanted to cut, which made it easier. After my first cut, one of the leaders was like, "So tell me again, WHY were you nervous?" That night's EG was this couple who did a bunch of songs from Appalacia. They were pretty good.
Wednesday was when I squished my finger and I had to keep it iced for most of the afternoon. It was annoying. But I played with the really cute baby on our site and she succeeded in pulling my glasses and my hat off my head multiple times.
Thursday we did some more work, but nothing really significant happened except I hurt a different finger.
Friday was really depressing because it was the last day. We gave the kids in our family some stuff-koala beanie babies for the young girls who didn't actually live there, a water gun for the guy, and a really cute outfit for the baby, who'll turn one next month. The family gave us each some food of some sort-deer meat, dill pickles, sweet pickles, or tomato juice. I got sweet pickles and tomato juice-I didn't want to try the deer meat and I don't really like dill pickles. After we drove up the holler and were at the gate, the grandpa of our crew drove up on his ATV because one of the leaders had forgotten his tape measure.
So that's the basic recap of ASP.
It was really fun.
:)
OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!
Our family had a frikkin huge angus bull, and I got to pet it even though it was almost three times my size.
And tuesday was "Talent Show Tuesday" and four of us sang "A Whole New World." On Love Song Thursday, me and one of the leaders sang "Seasons of Love" but he dropped out halfway through, which was really annoying because I had to sing really high over the noise of hammering.
Okay going now.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
again
I was just reading the titles of some of my old posts, and one was "my iPod is being stupid. Grr." But then, it was nothing. Last Saturday, however, I accidentally left it in the pocket of my jeans, and put the jeans through the wash, and now it's officially dead. But really, I don't mind. I mean, I wanted an iPod for so long, and now it's dead and doesn't work anymore. My luck with iPods is absolutely horrible. First one got stolen/ lost. Now one isn't working. Sheesh!
Service Projects!
Well, I went to church today, as I do most Sundays. And after all the ASP people had been recognized and we went off to do our recap and whatnot, I had an idea. I really want to carry on the service project thing, as I really, really, really, really, really enjoyed ASP, and I really, really, really, really, really like knitting, so I thought, well, why not put the two together? So I continued knitting and thinking and listening, and I thought, since I was making a scarf, even though it's June, why not knit scarves for some cause, even though there's a gazillion causes for which you can knit scarves. So I thought, why not do my own cause, like knit them for homeless people and then give them to Christ House? So I thought I'd do that. And in the car just now, on the way back from California Pizza Kitchen, where all the ASP people ate lunch, I brought up the topic with my mom, and she was like, well, why not do it for your gold award project? I thought that was a pretty good idea. So now, after many hours of random thoughts about nothing that really worked for my gold award, I came up with an idea in a split second. Weird how this world works, isn't it? During the time when I first thought about the thing, I, for some reason, decided to name it the Rainbow Scarf Project, even though that's a really silly sounding name and the project has nothing to do with Gay Rights, however much I support them. So now I'm just calling it the Gold Award Project, even though that's an even worse name. Or I could just not name the project. That works, too. Or maybe I'll just let it go through and figure out a name once I'm done with the Gold Award. That works, too. Well, I'm off. I'm going to go knit for the Whatever-It-Is Project.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
LYRICS!!!!!!!
So, to bump up my post count again, here are some lyrics! (Santa Fe from Newsies. Yes, Christian Bale sings it.)
So that's what they call a family-mother, father, daughter, son. Guess everything you heard about is true. So you ain't got any family, well, who said you needed one? Ain'tcha glad nobody's waiting up for you? When I dream on my own I'm alone, but I ain't lonely for a dreamer, night's the only time of day when the city's finally sleeping all my thoughts begin to stray and I'm on the train that bound for Santa Fe and I'm free Like the wind Like I'm gonna live forever. It's a feeling time can never take away all I needs a few more dollars and I'm outta here to stay dreams come true yes they do in Santa Fe Where does it say you've gotta live and die here?Where does it say a guy can't catch a break? Why should you only take what you're given? Why should you spend your whole life livin trapped where there ain't no future even at seventeen breaking your back for someone else's sake If the life don't seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene? Far from the lously headlines and the deadlines in between Santa Fe are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay? I ain't getting any younger And before my dying day I want space Not just air Let 'em laugh in my face, I don't care save a place I'll be there so that's what they call a family? Ain't ya glad you ain't that way? Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?
So that's what they call a family-mother, father, daughter, son. Guess everything you heard about is true. So you ain't got any family, well, who said you needed one? Ain'tcha glad nobody's waiting up for you? When I dream on my own I'm alone, but I ain't lonely for a dreamer, night's the only time of day when the city's finally sleeping all my thoughts begin to stray and I'm on the train that bound for Santa Fe and I'm free Like the wind Like I'm gonna live forever. It's a feeling time can never take away all I needs a few more dollars and I'm outta here to stay dreams come true yes they do in Santa Fe Where does it say you've gotta live and die here?Where does it say a guy can't catch a break? Why should you only take what you're given? Why should you spend your whole life livin trapped where there ain't no future even at seventeen breaking your back for someone else's sake If the life don't seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene? Far from the lously headlines and the deadlines in between Santa Fe are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay? I ain't getting any younger And before my dying day I want space Not just air Let 'em laugh in my face, I don't care save a place I'll be there so that's what they call a family? Ain't ya glad you ain't that way? Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?
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