The Daily Adventures of Mercat

Also, I went out to dinner with Melissa and Kim And Friends to celebrate the birthday again; we went to Spaghetti Warehouse (yum) and Melissa got a Tiramisu Martini (yuck) and we all sang to her (yay) and she and I got hot brownies with ice cream for dessert (yuuuuummmmm). :D

Fun times!


ALSO I STOLE A CONE FROM ACROSS THE STREET, AND SHIT I FORGOT TO TELL ANY TRUMPETS AT THE PARTY.

Damn. Well, we'll find it in my trunk soon enough.

So good so far. I wonder about something though; something that's probably completely unrelated in actuality, but I always thought it was interesting that Max and Kyle were twins, Dad and I have the same birthday, and Laura and Uncle Steve are two days apart. Max and Kyle are definitely maxandkyle, if that makes sense; and even though Kyle's in Argentina until January. Laura and Uncle Steve are both stubborn as hell but Laura also has her pretty-much-adopted-sister-twin Savannah. And I think in the same vein, dad was always sort of my twin (as it were), which I think is why I'm more of an independent person. Does that make any sense? Lol. Just a random thought and there probably isn't a whole lot of reality basis in it, but I thought it was interesting.

Also I found out today is Dr. Herrelko's 37th anniversary. X)


Clearly this is a good day! (I'm kind of hoping it rains so I can wear my dress to practice. I also determined that these skirts make me feel sort of neo-hippy-beachy. /random)

Ugh, today pretty much sucked hard core. Too much to do... just lots of little things. Some stupid homework frustration, stuff for Hopewalk, had to go to the craft store. Missed a meeting I didn't even know I needed to be at and then realized I pretty much won't see Pat for a year because when he gets back I plan to be marching.

I did sort of have fun writing the Hopewalk Newsletter ("Questions? Comments? Concerns? Ideas? Killer dance moves? Plans for world domination?") possibly because I have been in a very crack mood lately. Thanks to party posts mostly, I think, but also a driving need to be me again and not get ground down by mechanics (uuuuuugggghhhh, the ABSOLUTE WORST part of engineering).

So. A few more hours until I'm 20... I at least feel justified in that I had some very deep and reflective thought processes in art history that I wrote down so I can go back and think (and blog) them out more substantially.




Tomorrow (yeah, because I didn't go to bed yet) I will be 20. I am intelligent and mature and still completely a kid at heart. I'm a dreamer but a thinker when I need to be and I know how to lay down the law when it needs to be done. My favorite song has always been the 1812 Overture regardless of age and regardless of your music-snobbery attitude towards Tchaikovsky. I've never dated and I don't give a flying fuck because I'm busy and happy living my own life. I'm rolling into my second decade with lots of bright and happy new clothes and the closest you can get to an authentic Indiana Jones (Raiders) hat without owning the ones used in the movie itself. I live Aloha even if it makes me naiive, but I see the pessimistic side as an engineer. I love cats and Winnie the Pooh and my friends and traveling and reading and acting like a goofball and nature and being weird and yelling and singing and polkaing. You hear me coming because I'm always whistling, because I'm happy, because it's who I am. I sing, I dance the Charleston, I march drum corps. I play trumpet, ukulele, vibraphone, french horn, steel drums, piano, and native american flute. I don't believe in god but I have faith in people and I find culture fascinating. My mind is caught in a dream world while my body is inexorably attached to this one, and no, that's not as stupid as it sounds, you just might need a better explanation. Raiders is my favorite movie, Hitchhiker's Guide and American Gods are my two favorite books. Life is good even when it sucks. I'm not ready to move but I'm really excited for my attic room. I don't play many video games anymore (besides Goldeneye? haha) but I spend a lot of time online. I still haven't bought a lighter or an actual weapon even if those were the things I was really looking forward to about turning 18. I may not know exactly where I'm going but whichever route I take in professional life I will find some sort of passion, and I will take one of them, imagineer or architect or somewhere in between. I love Mountain Dew and Taco Bell and music and cats. I haven't done much with my hair in the past five years but Laura and I are planning to dye some purple and green. I'm not interested in makeup or glamorous hair or even moderately-popular clothing. I grew up on classics and added some Parrot-headed cat-loving crazy-thinking flair. I curse like a sailor but like all forms of immaturity I know when to reign it in (also, drum corps gave me a filthy mouth). I miss marching, I miss my friends from Hawaii, I miss all my friends from Carroll, especially the band kids. I love all my friends from UD and sometimes I wish I weren't such an introvert. I don't have any favorite colors, but I love mixed brights in retro or tropical ways, and I love adventurous earthy tones. I'm a red-white-and-blue girl; American, Patriot, Flyer, Silversword. I'm a yellow-and-black girl, too; Southwind, Batman, Hufflepuff. I love hats. I love costuming. I hate giving speeches of any sort. I love that I picked Lucy for my confirmation name, for my mom who is an eternal fan of Peanuts and for our family in Wisconsin who is now healthily growing and learning to talk. (The agnostic-atheist part of me still wishes I'd picked Ursula because it's awesome and my initials could have spelled "dumb" though.) I love my Parrothead-mobile (which doesn't have a name, despite Chester the squeaky mouse living in the back) because it was Nana's and because my first drive as a liscensced driver, Jimmy Buffett was playing on the radio. (Cheeseburger in Paradise or Margaritaville, can't remember which but I'm 90% sure it's back in the logs, mid-to-late September 2004 or so). Sports are not my thing but I am all about drum corps. I like to think. I like to daydream. I wonder about death and growing old and religion and infinity and 88, which, by the way, is still my lucky number.

Tomorrow I will wake up and try not to cry that officially my childhood is over, that time marches on, that I miss Nana and Fuzzy and Tippy and even George or all the family members I never met.

Thank you to everyone who's made me who I am, to mom, to grandma, to grandpa, to Nana, to Papa, to Jack and Spats and Tippy and Fuzzy and Sunshine and my ill-fated betta Cappy; to Laura, to Savannah, to Anna, to Aunt Dawn, to Uncle Steve, to maxandkyle; to Zack Grooms and Phillip Kreutzfeld and Ryan Hines; to my dad the troop leader, and Mrs. Fleisher for reading us Polar Express, and Miss Shoup; to Lara and Pat and Kevin and Mark and Danny and Rachel and Angie and Fu and Christina and Liz and Katy and Weebl and Kondwani and Rachel; to Mrs. Minge and Ms. Downie and Ms. Wourms and Mr. Hemmert and Mrs. Fisher and Mr. Rakel; to Johnny and KVon and Alicia and MattE and Domer and Fischer and Becca and Jacob; to the friends I am making at UD and the friends I have; to the people who don't even know how much they've affected me [to Tchaikovsky, to John Williams, to Iz, to the classic rock stars, to the fifties stars, to Alan Menken and Howard Ashman, to Harrison Ford, to Carrie Fisher and the red truck game she won't ever know about, to the people who set up TOSRV, to Gaudi, to the designers of COSI's Adventure, to Walt Disney, to Frank Lloyd Wright, to Mad Anthony Wayne, to Buckminster Fuller, to the green enthusiasts of the world, to Mother Nature]; to my Patriots family, to my POD family, to my Southwind family; to anyone who's ever dreamed about change, or even dreamed at all; to everyone who feels and thinks and hopes and cries when they hit an animal in their car; to everyone who loves art and music, and to those who perform; to those who give up a comfortable life for a life of passion; to everyone and anyone and even to all my stuffed animals and Winnie the Poohs at home; thank you for what you are, thank you for what you were, and thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life.

Happy birthday, Dad-Dad-Daddio!

Well I was just about to post a very excited and happy entry for today but the Dorm Assisstant/security just came down and Silkie's mom had called because she's missing, sort of. I don't know to what extent but her mom is worried enough to call campus security, and none of us (her roommates) have seen her since Friday and we thought it was odd she left without her stuff and especially without her computer. So.

But, uh, back to what I was going to post.

Otherwise, today's been a good day.

OH HEY my roommate just got back. Talk about timing. Well that's good. I hope everything was okay. I guess she's downstairs checking in with the RD (the official term for dorm security as Genny informs me) and the police, so... yeah. Hm.


OKAY, SO. Today was a very fun day, in an extremely geeky manner, though I just sort of realized it. This morning my dad called me to wish Max and Kyle a happy birthday, though Kyle is in Argentina now. So after wishing Max happy birthday what they did was put me on speakerphone (in Yellow Springs) so I could wish Kyle happy birthday over videophone to Argentina. Ha. A quarter of a world away... craziness. Technology really is somethin'.

AAAAANYWAY. So I had plans to go see Iron Man (and the new Indiana Jones trailer!) with the xkcd kid yesterday but he never called me back, and I just wasn't in the mood to do much of anything today so I slept in (finally) and ate lunch and ended up going to see Iron Man by myself this evening. It was totally worth it, I needed some time to just chill, and let me tell you, Iron Man is badass.

I mean, I was totally geeking out the whole time. I felt like such an engineer, it was ridiculous. I was just like "ooh electromagnets!" and I'm such a gadety person, just... really. His computer setup was my favorite part. Just, can I have that drafting table yes please. Not even the 3D aspect! I just want a digital drafting table, and I was thinking about that article I read that Windows is working on a new prototype of computer that's basically a coffee table with everything transmitted with I dunno infrared or bluetooth or something, but I mean seriously. Would that not be the most badass drafting table EVER?!

Plus I just really enjoyed the movie. Lol Stan Lee. Also I think I enjoy movies like this and Batman because they way they wrote them, they're not too much of a stretch from real technology. I mean like that drafting table, the first thing I thought of was that Windows prototype and if I could use that to my advantage in the future in making a drafting table. (Except his computer was totally a Mac, and yeah, I geeked over that, too.) Obviously suits like that aren't very feasible, but they took the time to make it pseudoscience and a plot that hits close to home. (Mmm terrorism.) I don't mean on a personal level, just, current-events wise, I think that adds to making it feel more plausible (...for a superhero movie).

Also can you say Air Force?! Hell yeah. I think hometown pride is getting a little bit of a hold on me. (Hm and yes I did not really understand the "stabilizers" pseudoscience, so someone's going to have to explain that to me before I pass judgement, but I don't think it's very plausible. But not bad enough to detract from the plot either! YAY WRITERS) Anyway the "thanks to the USAF" list went by too quickly and I wonder if WPAFB was involved at all (probably not) or ( SPOILERS )

And the casting with Robert Downey Jr. and Gweneth Paltrow was good, neither of them have annoying quirks that detract from the movie. I am extremely enthused with the plot. It was fun, like a superhero movie should be, with some predictable jokes, but nothing too campy. (Same thing like the Batman thing; Superman is just too far out there for me to really appreciate it, I think. Oooooor they just need to get a good enough plot line.) ALSO, NO SERIOUS ROMANTIC SUBPLOT. Dear writers, I cannot thank you enough. If I have to see one more movie where they detracted from the story to add in a romance, I think I would kill myself. This was PERFECT just with the hint that it might come in a sequel or whatever and them flirting. SO much more realistic (omg people flirt and don't fall right in love?! what?! it can't be) that it just totally meshed. ( SPOILER )

Lol so yes I'm going to be buying this one on dvd. Kind of like Batman did, you just walk out of the theatre going "BADASS! fuck yeah" which is always a great feeling.

AND CAN YOU SAY NEW INDIANA JONES TRAILER? SEVENTEEN DAYS FOLKS and yes I missed yesterday. =/ I got distracted watching a heist movie. (Entrapment, pretty good. Definitely entertaining enough, though I'm not sure what the purpose of the whole-laser dance thing was, and it was just a tad predictable, though not in any bad way. I am just really in the mood for a movie that catches me up so I'm not thinking about what's going to happen next or something that totally throws me for a loop, like The Prestige did, especially like Prestige did. I called part of it and it STILL had a plot twist. YES.) Anyway, YAY NEW TRAILER! I'm sure you can find it with Google. As soon as it came on I was just like "ark music what?" and they actually show they crystal skull in the trailer (along with lots of other things, hm) which makes me wonder what exactly is going to happen. Still hoping it's not aliens, buuut we'll see I guess. And even if it is, like I said before, I'm still going to love it. Just sitting there watching the trailer I was smirking like crazy and trying not to jump up and scream "YESSS!" or do a dance or anything. Pure excitement. I love it. I love it I love it I love it and now I definitely can't wait to go home oh my god.

Hm, I guess I owe you for yesterday, too. Okay, another Temple scene that was cut. There was supposed to be a scene where a guard got hit by some lava from the caves and it broke him from the Black Sleep of Kali, and Short Round sees it, which would make the scene toward the end where he wakes up Indy come less out of nowhere. I never had a problem understanding it (I just presumed that fire woke you up, I mean really that's all there was to it) but it really would have made more sense to leave it in, especially since it was a shorter movie. Meh, whatevs.

Oh! Another thing about Iron Man. ( SPOILER )

Ha, so, I think that's mostly everything. It really was a great day, and tomorrow I have lots of fun plans, too. =) I really need to get those history take-home tests done, but... eh, it'll happen, no worries.

Oh hey, is anyone out there comic book fans? I've never been a comic book person, though with the influx of superhero movies I've really enjoyed them mostly (blech sans Spiderman) and in the middle of thinking "oh yay for a plotline with a non-totally-dependent female and no unnecessary romance" it hit me, are there really any badass women superheros out there? (Superheroes? Dammit I hate pluralizing that word, it never looks right.) I mean, there's obviously whatsherface from Fantastic Four but honestly that movie wasn't any good, and there's always Wonder Woman but let's be honest she's flying around in a corsetish thing and underwear. That's not really badass and she's some moon princess or something which is obviously not my kind of superhero as I've already covered. I guess there's sort of Storm and Jean Grey from X-Men, but, eh... not really. They don't really scream "badass" to me. =/ (Lol, Batman? Definitely.) And let's be honest, I think Wolverine has pretty much been the most well-known character from that series anyway (and not just the movies). Most all the other ones I can think of are sidekicks in a fashion, but I know that's because I don't know very many female superheros. Ultraviolet? Elektra? I don't know anything about those. From the ads they looked like they were sort of antiheroes in that revenge sense, but I mean I could be completely wrong. (Also, I don't think the movies were a terribly big hit.)

Okay, Catwoman comes to mind as a badass, but she's not exactly a hero. I dunno what to call her anti-hero? She's not really a bad guy, so she's kind of a badass with all the crap she does to tease Batman and whatever, but she's not a superhero either. Plus, let's be honest, the movie was not by any means great, and I'm like the one person who walked out of the theatre who enjoyed it. (YES I LIKE CATS A LOT OKAY lol)

So. For anyone out there with a bit (so pretty much any) more experience in comics than I, are there any badass female superheros out there? My drawing hand is itching.

perhaps I have been reading too much feminist stuff lately, I'm not usually one to jump to arms about something like that, especially since it was not an offensive trigger or anything

Maybe just not marching corps this year really has me missing all the BAness... =P

Augh! I completely forgot to say Happy Birthday Jimmy Buffett. He was born on Christmas Day, too!

So, happy belated birthday, Jesus and Jimmy Buffett! You both have crazy fans, in some ways more than others.

Damn.

Double damn.

I can't believe I missed that! Then again, I completely didn't make a Christmas Day-of post. I suppose I could backdate one? Or not. =)

Uh, so, no word back on the lappy yet, so I'll make this quick.

I am 19. I am not sure I really like it. Not in the sense that I've been 19 for two hours and anything bad has happened, quite to the contrary. But rather, I'm not a "kid" anymore, I'm legally an adult, and I'm not freshly a legal adult, either. I've had a year to work on it. I mean... it's not that I have a problem with being mature. If you know me, you know it's almost the other end of the spectrum.

I just don't want to grow up, you know? In the mind, I mean. I tend to really over-think things, and for some reason this summer I really missed Nana a lot and I've been thinking just about mortality more. We all have to die, and I mean, I don't think I'm going to any time soon, but you never know, it could be tomorrow, right? And there are so very many things I want to do with my life, and it just makes me think of how insignificant my life seems compared to what everything there is to do (not that it's insignificant--everyone has a significance, and together we just make up a very large significance), and how could all these people be bored?

I don't want to go off on this tangent right now, but I do think it might be interesting to live forever.

Anyhoo... my point is... I'm always going to be young at heart, and you're only as young as your heart is. =) I'm going to continue wearing wacky colors and being a dork, and no one can stop me. In fact, just the other day I bought an XL skirt from the kid's section of WalMart because it fit and the colors were awesome.

So, I guess I just wanted to say, it's not that I am choosing to be ignorant of life's questions and answers, nor am I unaware. I am making the educated decision to be a nerdy, fun soul. Age is pretty meaningless, depending on how you act. You are always growing, but you are always dying, and you might be the most mature six year old or the most childish forty year old. But for all those people who don't get the time to know me, because we only meet in passing, I have one year left as a quote-unquote "teen," though I'm an adult, I will insist that as I am nineteen I am still a teen.

So I hope that makes for a substantial enough post until I get my lovely lappy back, and then I will post some more cud for your mental diet. =P

Love y'alls, and I hope your birthdays bring as much awareness and sadness and joy (yin and yang, and so it is) as mine bring. <3

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Yeah, I've been so bad updating LJ lately, but don't worry LJ, I'll never leave you! lol. I love you for your communities. I've been doing more... personal blogging... lately, because I need to. Plus there is not much to say here. UD is awesome but, of course, me being me, I have already got myself all nice and well in BusyWorld. Marching band (the Pride of Dayton!), New Engineer Program, POD intramural coed softball team, plus classes, and next week I'll start working, too. Hahah. Anyway, I really do love it here, but I miss everyone back at CHS and all my friends all over the US... which is why I spend so much time on Facebook now. (Highschoolers, get your asses on there. You think it sucks now-- I did-- but it picks up as soon as you get into college. Like, exponentially.) And I miss drum corps, plus I'm freaking out about which corps to register for to go to camp(s?) and stuff, and whether I would make it... so I'm actually PRACTICING on days I don't have band. OMG SHOCKER. =D

Reminder: September 19th is International Talk Like a Pirate Day! (I created a reminder event on Facebook for it, and..yeah. It exploded. 212 to 1804 people in about 36 hours. Hahaha.)

Hmmm: Muppets+Weezer FOR THE WIN. (Also, "Ugh, drummers." I LOL'd.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9drquEiyV0M

Let's see... I got replacement Llama shoes for my birthday ones (they were too small) so I am excited for when there is a good day to wear them. Liz came in last night playing the chords (ish...) for "Somewhere over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World" by Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo'ole, which is an awesome song that just shot into popularity due to its use on those stupid Rice Krispies ads. The song is absolutely gorgeous, though. Anyway so she's learning the chords for that and I'm going to have my mom bring my uke in so we can both play. =^n.n^= And maybe I will figure out a little of that HAPA song, too. God, I love Hawaii, lol.

Here's a link to the song: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3090180824233343584&q=somewhere+over+the+rainbow+by+iz&hl=en

Hmm...so... I guess I should update here more. I will try, I promise! =^n.n^=