An addendum;

Feb. 3rd, 2012 11:21 pm
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regarding my journaling voice--

then again, I usually channel a bit of the voice of whatever I've been involved in (somewhat deeply) most recently. Which I'd say more of late has been internet-y type stuff like the normal LJ, some tumblr, a small tish of reddit. And of course memes abound, and I've noticed since 2008 that my writing has taken on a lot more meme style, which I'd say is what I sort of equate to the Archer style I mentioned, except that also has a lot of intentionally over-the-top emotion. Which I'd say is more a drum corps thing for me? But that's become a part of me, since 2007 and definitely reinforced since 2009.

It usually only happens when I get very involved in something-- like when I read all the Hitchhiker's Guide books, my voice took on a bit of Adams. (Not recently, I think pre-my-regular-blogging-days.) More recently when I watched a bunch of Sherlock, or Firefly. A lot of stuff that happened in the past that's become a part of my natural vocabulary that I can't avoid and sometimes completely forget about-- Homestar Runner, Ace Ventura and winter percussion jokes, all the random Doctor Evil things that slip in there.


An aside, I also find it interesting that the voice I write with is not often the voice I speak with. I am much more quiet in person (when I am not comfortable enough to be loud), and a lot of things I self-censor out of habit. Then again, I've noticed myself slipping more here and there, for example, the fact that my parents don't seem to be too upset about an f-bomb here or there, although I still cut back a lot from my daily usage. (We all have Cee Lo Green to thank for the progress on that front.) And some things are such an accident that they take me by surprise, which I can only attribute to my theory on aging; which is that I am very perceptive to age and relative positions of authority, and it's so much ingrained that I am nearly six years out of high school and friends with old teachers whom I cannot call by their first names, or at least, it still feels uncomfortable to do so. It's detrimental in that I assume people in classes above me (and usually my own grade level) are all older than me, and in grades below, younger. Although in the past few years I've realized classes below me are often my own age, and in odd situations like my age-out year, I'm actually the oldest. That was a weird but ultimately freeing experience. BUT! Back to my point-- sometimes something is ingrained enough in my internal monologue voice that it slips into the everyday regardless of my social position, which I attribute to two things: 1) my continued blogging and internetting for so many years and the development and strengthening of that voice, which I am proud of, and 2) as I've come into more experiences where I am older or more knowledgeable I've gained confidence in my own abilities (like working the holiday job? Very yes) and let down my guard somewhat, in regards to social situations. Which is good in that I am happier, more confident in myself, and put more trust in my skills. But the down side is that I'm also more risky, more likely to slip up-- like the fact that I apparently scare my classmates with all my swearing (although they seem more entertained than actually offended, I just don't want to cause any actual problems).
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Kill Bill is an awesome movie.

Feb. 17th, 2008 09:55 pm
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I am watching Kill Bill right now, and it is amazing. I love that it doesn't feel like a movie, because all the different elements put together make it more alive somehow. It also has fucking RAD music. (Wait, who the fuck says "rad" anymore?) Uh, it kicks ass...

Also, they are playing Rock Band upstairs. While I do not begrudge them of the fact that it is probably an awesome game (as Guitar Hero is), they are dreadfully out of tune and WHO FUCKING DECIDED THE DRUM PART WOULD BE QUARTER NOTES, THAT IS NOT HARD. ALSO, THE PAD NEEDS TO BE MORE DENSE, I DO NOT RIDE THE FUCKING DRUM BUS FOR A FUCKING REASON. After three years of winter percussion I do not mind drumming, but they invented drum pads for a REASON! Also, you (the people playing upstairs) suck. I would be more willing to forgive you if you were not also wrestling/choreographing fight scenes/making bowling-ball-dropping noises for three hours very afternoon. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UP THERE.

Also, the drinking problem I inherited from my mother has returned. =( It resurfaces about once ever year, for both of us...

I spilled my Mountain Dew slushie on my lap. ='( I am a sad panda. (What, you think I'm a drinker or something? I lived on the dry floor.)

OH MAN, I have weird ways with money, too. My sister is a spender. She will spend most any money she has, and I think the only reason she might have money in her bank account right now is because my mom made her start putting some in from her paycheck. (She does work, though, so that's good.) For some reason I have always been a saver. I hoard money like there's no tomorrow. Unless you got me in a bookstore, I never used to spend money. Even going (a little) crazy in a bookstore (or, actually, I could go nuts in an art store, too), I feel guilty, especially if I devour the magazine/book right away, because I could have got it from a library. But one day I want to have my own library so I like to have copies of all the magazines/books/cds/movies I like. (Yeah, I hoard a lot of things. I have a few boxes full of trashy bits for craft projects [I love recycled crafts], but don't worry, they're all clean, and I'm not saving any food garbage or anything. minus that green gummy bear from fifth grade, that thing is fucking hilarious) ANYWAY, so, I usually second- and triple-guess myself before buying anything, ESPECIALLY if it's over $20. (It's dangerous for me to go shopping now, though--since Lara got me into costuming, I'm more likely to find clothing I like! It's crazy. I saw some sweet silver shoes with NOT TOO HIGH HEELS at the mall yesterday, which I may have to go back for because you really don't see heels that low that often. And, they're silver. Shiiiinyyyyy.)

BUT! I have been considering and considering buying an iPod for a long time, because I would find it useful for roadtrips (I love roadtrips), and they keep getting cheaper. But they keep getting better, too, and since I'm not in a rush I have all the money saved ($300, roughly), and haven't bought one yet.

Since the iPod touch just came out and isn't a hard drive, but a flash drive (if I've been informed correctly), then I'm going to wait for that to go up to a huge amount of storage space and a cheaper price. I think then I'll get one.

But in the meantime, something else has been calling out to my wallet... a new fedora. When I first got into Indiana Jones, the fandom (I really hate calling it that, because it's a much more different crowd than other fandoms) was just starting off online, and I followed it really closely. IndyFan, The Indy Experience, and IndyGear were my favorite places. For some reason I didn't visit The Raider as much. Anyway, IndyGear was just getting started as a place where people went to nitpick over the costuming, and I've kind of been following the site ever since. But when I finally got up the guts to start posting on forums, they'd closed the forum to posting unless you had an ISP email, which we didn't. So... I couldn't join until I got to UD and had a student email.

But back when I was first learning it all, there really weren't many options for the gear. (Now you can get completely screen sccurate gear for pretty much any scene in the first three movies, for Indy at least. Not as much demand for other characters. I'm working on Willie's dress because it's AMAZING and no one's been able to find any fabric close enough to to the original [which was antique].) The "real deal" for the hat (a Herbert Johnson from England, who made the hats for the movies, who also made hats for the royal family so was hard to get a hold of and not too picky about details) was about $300 and considered a lot. So most people went with cheaper "close enoughs" (as they're called) and fixed them up a little themselves. Some companies started making hats that were a little closer. Over time some guys started making completely screen accurate hats, but they're definitely more expensive now, and I think they all just started within the past year or two (at least, commercially; they were sort of halfway hobby-ing it before, investigating what it took to do it as a job). In the meantime, I went with the "official" licensed hat, which I could ask for for my birthday because it was less than hundred dollars. I got it, and I loved it, and I treated it carefully because it was a hundred fucking dollars and I didn't want to ruin it. (I think I got it for my birthday before eighth grade? I can't exactly recall.) I kind of fell away from the IndyGear forums because I was only really interested in the hat, (I read the props stuff every once in a while, too, but I must admit there aren't too many I want. We'll see. I only want them if they're done right, whereas a lot of people just want pretty good ones and want anything from the series. I don't begrudge them that, but I really don't want [I can't even understand wanting] a $2000 goldplated ark. Even Marion's headpiece; they're too major for me to want. Sankara stones? Maybe, because there were a bunch of them. Idol? Definitely, it was kind of obscure and I like mesoamerican stuff. Ark/grail...? I dunno. You don't just go around having the effing Ark of the Covenant sitting in your basement with your projection screen home theatre. Though it would make a hilarious coffeetable. ohmigod I tangented in the middle of a sentence I'm so sorry) and then when I came back there had really been a jump. $250-$300 is average price hat range; what I have is now not as good because even though it's official, it's apparently a piece of junk. (Seriously, they didn't make them very similarly.) One of the guys who got into making screen accurate hats for everybody (there's a pretty damn big market) started his own business using the materials of the original hats (same sources), and they're the more expensive hats on the markets. But he's a pretty cool guy. (It's nice knowing all these pretty major players in the Indy fan world--IndyGear has a sort of family to it. They won't let you join if you're using a free email, and it's really VERY limited posting. Gear, props, stuff related to archaeology, and stuff related to the movies or fan movies. Pretty much NOTHING off topic, which I both like and don't like. It prevents people from fighting and also playing forum games [which I hate], but sometimes I want to talk other things. Eh, with this next movie the "indirectly related" section has been a bit more off-topic, but not too much. I think I like it that way. Also, they hard-core moderate, which is easier with more limited numbers, and it keeps idiots away. Also very accomodating to non-english speakers. Lots of IRL contact [summits, get-togethers, a journal that gets passed off from member to member] and lots of humor. It's quite a familial place. Also, I'm debating going to New York for a summit while my parents go down to OBX a week early. I don't know how they'd take it though. "Hey, I'm going to NY by myself to meet these people I know online who are completely different than most people online" [yeah, I can see that one falling apart real fast--my sister's trying to convince me to do it secretly but I would feel too guilty...I guess I just have to wait for the rebellious attitude to kick in {yeah, right}]) ANYWAY (sorry about all the tangets, it's how my brain works), so this guy got the contract to make the hats for Indy IV, HOW COOL IS THAT? (Also, Baron's hats is trying to say they made all the hats, when apparently they were cheap, lazy asses whose hats sucked and didn't make the cut even when given a few chances. They claimed they made Ford's hats directly, too, so I think Adventurebilt is going to sue them. GO STEVE AND MARC WE LOVE YOU [creepy... just realized...my dad's name is Mark and my uncle is Steve. LOL, I love coincidences])

ANYHOW! I am so far off tangent it's not even funny. Guilty about spending. Love costuming. Love Indy. Can't justify so much money even when it's somehting I love. Hats got more expensive, found out mine was a ripoff from Lucasfilm. =(

In summary: I AM BUYING A HERBERT JOHNSON. It is $300 and even though I love that it's the "real deal," I just have some sort of innate money-spending guilt-trigger. I feel terrible about spending that much money on something so unimportant. But my mom didn't care, she knows I'm a saver and she said "whatever makes you happy," which I'm glad she did, because I went ahead and did it. (It's going to take three to four months to size it and ship it... I REALLY hope it gets there in time for the fourth movie.) In order to feel less guilty I decided I'm going to put as much or more money into starting a Roth IRA, though. Apparently if you put $2000 a year into a Roth IRA starting when you're 18, you'll have $1,000,000 by retirement. I don't think I can do $2000 a year yet, but the sooner you get started, the better. (Can't do that much now ESPECIALLY with corps. I want to spend so much on Indy stuff before it disappears again, but corps costs soooo much money...) So, even though I feel bad about money disappearing from my checking account, it's going to important things. (Also, I'm kind of sad being in a sorority costs so much. Where does all this money go? We still have to pay for lots of things and do assloads of fundraisers.)

So, in summary of my SUPER tangential TL;DR: I am getting a new, AUTHENTIC, Indiana Jones fedora! The hat geek in me is in love. Guilty Money Conscience it trying to squish it but I think when the hat arrives everything will be okay.

I also want to start planning for May 22 now, because I've run into some snags. Do I go see the midnight showing with IndyGear people? We'd all be on the same level of appreciation; whereas if I went with my friends, whom I love dearly, I'm pretty sure they'd have fun but they'd still mock it (and talk through it a little) which makes me a sad kitten. But I don't want to alienate them... and if I go with different "groups" of people at different times, are they going to be insulted because they know I didn't go with them to the midnight showing? What about parties? I'm definitely going to watch all three back to back to back before the fourth one, and jump around excitedly for about a month beforehand, but who do I invite? Do I have separate parties? When do I hold different ones? This makes me a sad panda because I am one of those people who gets along with anybody and wants to always have parties where EVERYONE I know is invited and everyone gets to know eachother and the scenes mesh a little. But other people don't always like that. =(

I mean, I'm willing to meet EVERYONE at midnight for Indy IV, but only if they promise not to say ANYTHING until it's over. And I don't think that the IndyGear folks would necessarily appreciate meeting all my friends, because we can get a little racous and I've obviously developed a foul mouth (though I can turn it off in certain company) in the past year or so.

I don't know... what are all your thoughts? I'd love advice, and I'd love to know who wants to go.

Plus, I saw Hitchhiker's three times in theatres. (Once with... Pat and Cayman? Once with my grandparents, and then again in the cheap theatres with my parents.) I'm definitely going to see Indy IV many times, which is going to be expensive, but I'm going to have a hard time not seeing it so many times. Like, at midnight and then again later in the day. And then how many times am I going to see it that week?! Auuuugh. Sooo many queeeestiooooons. Help?

ANYWHOZLE. It's been a pretty good day. I can't wait for my hat (and for my bank account to refill). What am I going to wear to Kipu Falls since I won't have my hat by Spring Break?! Damn... good thing I brought my leather jacket. (except that will be fucking TOO HOT) There's going to be a lot of cool Indy IV marketing, though a lot of it is trying to drag the kids in like they did for Star Wars and that makes me sad. A lot of it looks pretty crappy. Makes me proud to know all the good prop and costume makers though; even if it's all handmade and custom (and cease-and-desist-shut-down by Lucasfilm for the time being), it's the REAL fans. INDY MR. POTATO HEAD SUCKS A MILLION PIECES OF ASS.

Also, I hate Dr. Pepper. Anyone know anything good to mix it with to make it drinkable? (I've heard orange juice...? And I don't do alocohol.) And some shitty Indy poptarts... and crappy looking toys... goddamn you, George Lucas.

SPOILER (highlight to read, if you dare) I swear to fucking god if there are any aliens in this movie I'm going to FLIP MY SHIT. Someone will die. /SPOILER

So... yeah. Yay hat! Boo Lucasfilm marketing. Man, did you hear that they edited the American trailer? Apparently the MPAA won't allow violence or something, so they edited the fact that the guns are pointed at Indy and Ray Winstone's character. (I mean, come on, seriously? They just got roughhoused out of a car BY MEN WITH GUNS. And then afterward LOTS OF PEOPLE DIE FIERY DEATHS.) I guess it's not too bad (it's really just the MPAA being a bit ridiculous), but ADDING IN THE AMERICAN FLAG? Seriously. Whatthefuck. I don't think we're too stupid to figure out they're in the US. (omg russians in america the world is comingtoanendPANIC)

BAH. I am too paranoid that this movie will suck like SWI/II/III and that makes me sad. Sad kittens. Sad puppies. Sad pandas. SAD THINGS EVERYWHERE. CRYING. CRYING FOR YOU, GEORGE LUCAS

BUT! 94 days to Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! Today's trivia: It's a running joke (sort of) that Indy's hat has to stay on all the time. Basically, it's part of his character so story-wise (well, when he's not being a professor), it only comes off at dramatic or important parts (ie him going off the cliff in Last Crusade). So in Last Crusade it kept coming off in the horse scenes, and as a joke he acted out stapling it to his forehead. Which he didn't, because ow...? but some people thought he did. Anyway. Just thought you might appreciate that. (I have a funny icon of him stapling the hat on that says "COMMITMENT" on it, but I can't post it anywhere because I don't have a good place to host it and I don't have enough icon space otherwise. Also, I'm lazy. So you'll just have to imagine it or hunt around for the image or wait until I have my own server space to host images or a paid account or something. When that day comes you will also get a MACRO FLOOD OF DOOM, because I have many hilarious ones.)

Hey, check out this neat html trick; hover your mouse over this text: Hover over me!

holy fuck it took way too long to do all the html for this entry, why do I do this to myself

Er... sort of poll-ish thing (lol, Polish, reprezent!), is there anyone out there who hasn't seen any of these movies? ie I will be forcing you to watch them at a party for this purpose?
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Kill Bill is an awesome movie.

Feb. 17th, 2008 09:55 pm
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I am watching Kill Bill right now, and it is amazing. I love that it doesn't feel like a movie, because all the different elements put together make it more alive somehow. It also has fucking RAD music. (Wait, who the fuck says "rad" anymore?) Uh, it kicks ass...

Also, they are playing Rock Band upstairs. While I do not begrudge them of the fact that it is probably an awesome game (as Guitar Hero is), they are dreadfully out of tune and WHO FUCKING DECIDED THE DRUM PART WOULD BE QUARTER NOTES, THAT IS NOT HARD. ALSO, THE PAD NEEDS TO BE MORE DENSE, I DO NOT RIDE THE FUCKING DRUM BUS FOR A FUCKING REASON. After three years of winter percussion I do not mind drumming, but they invented drum pads for a REASON! Also, you (the people playing upstairs) suck. I would be more willing to forgive you if you were not also wrestling/choreographing fight scenes/making bowling-ball-dropping noises for three hours very afternoon. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UP THERE.

Also, the drinking problem I inherited from my mother has returned. =( It resurfaces about once ever year, for both of us...

I spilled my Mountain Dew slushie on my lap. ='( I am a sad panda. (What, you think I'm a drinker or something? I lived on the dry floor.)

OH MAN, I have weird ways with money, too. My sister is a spender. She will spend most any money she has, and I think the only reason she might have money in her bank account right now is because my mom made her start putting some in from her paycheck. (She does work, though, so that's good.) For some reason I have always been a saver. I hoard money like there's no tomorrow. Unless you got me in a bookstore, I never used to spend money. Even going (a little) crazy in a bookstore (or, actually, I could go nuts in an art store, too), I feel guilty, especially if I devour the magazine/book right away, because I could have got it from a library. But one day I want to have my own library so I like to have copies of all the magazines/books/cds/movies I like. (Yeah, I hoard a lot of things. I have a few boxes full of trashy bits for craft projects [I love recycled crafts], but don't worry, they're all clean, and I'm not saving any food garbage or anything. minus that green gummy bear from fifth grade, that thing is fucking hilarious) ANYWAY, so, I usually second- and triple-guess myself before buying anything, ESPECIALLY if it's over $20. (It's dangerous for me to go shopping now, though--since Lara got me into costuming, I'm more likely to find clothing I like! It's crazy. I saw some sweet silver shoes with NOT TOO HIGH HEELS at the mall yesterday, which I may have to go back for because you really don't see heels that low that often. And, they're silver. Shiiiinyyyyy.)

BUT! I have been considering and considering buying an iPod for a long time, because I would find it useful for roadtrips (I love roadtrips), and they keep getting cheaper. But they keep getting better, too, and since I'm not in a rush I have all the money saved ($300, roughly), and haven't bought one yet.

Since the iPod touch just came out and isn't a hard drive, but a flash drive (if I've been informed correctly), then I'm going to wait for that to go up to a huge amount of storage space and a cheaper price. I think then I'll get one.

But in the meantime, something else has been calling out to my wallet... a new fedora. When I first got into Indiana Jones, the fandom (I really hate calling it that, because it's a much more different crowd than other fandoms) was just starting off online, and I followed it really closely. IndyFan, The Indy Experience, and IndyGear were my favorite places. For some reason I didn't visit The Raider as much. Anyway, IndyGear was just getting started as a place where people went to nitpick over the costuming, and I've kind of been following the site ever since. But when I finally got up the guts to start posting on forums, they'd closed the forum to posting unless you had an ISP email, which we didn't. So... I couldn't join until I got to UD and had a student email.

But back when I was first learning it all, there really weren't many options for the gear. (Now you can get completely screen sccurate gear for pretty much any scene in the first three movies, for Indy at least. Not as much demand for other characters. I'm working on Willie's dress because it's AMAZING and no one's been able to find any fabric close enough to to the original [which was antique].) The "real deal" for the hat (a Herbert Johnson from England, who made the hats for the movies, who also made hats for the royal family so was hard to get a hold of and not too picky about details) was about $300 and considered a lot. So most people went with cheaper "close enoughs" (as they're called) and fixed them up a little themselves. Some companies started making hats that were a little closer. Over time some guys started making completely screen accurate hats, but they're definitely more expensive now, and I think they all just started within the past year or two (at least, commercially; they were sort of halfway hobby-ing it before, investigating what it took to do it as a job). In the meantime, I went with the "official" licensed hat, which I could ask for for my birthday because it was less than hundred dollars. I got it, and I loved it, and I treated it carefully because it was a hundred fucking dollars and I didn't want to ruin it. (I think I got it for my birthday before eighth grade? I can't exactly recall.) I kind of fell away from the IndyGear forums because I was only really interested in the hat, (I read the props stuff every once in a while, too, but I must admit there aren't too many I want. We'll see. I only want them if they're done right, whereas a lot of people just want pretty good ones and want anything from the series. I don't begrudge them that, but I really don't want [I can't even understand wanting] a $2000 goldplated ark. Even Marion's headpiece; they're too major for me to want. Sankara stones? Maybe, because there were a bunch of them. Idol? Definitely, it was kind of obscure and I like mesoamerican stuff. Ark/grail...? I dunno. You don't just go around having the effing Ark of the Covenant sitting in your basement with your projection screen home theatre. Though it would make a hilarious coffeetable. ohmigod I tangented in the middle of a sentence I'm so sorry) and then when I came back there had really been a jump. $250-$300 is average price hat range; what I have is now not as good because even though it's official, it's apparently a piece of junk. (Seriously, they didn't make them very similarly.) One of the guys who got into making screen accurate hats for everybody (there's a pretty damn big market) started his own business using the materials of the original hats (same sources), and they're the more expensive hats on the markets. But he's a pretty cool guy. (It's nice knowing all these pretty major players in the Indy fan world--IndyGear has a sort of family to it. They won't let you join if you're using a free email, and it's really VERY limited posting. Gear, props, stuff related to archaeology, and stuff related to the movies or fan movies. Pretty much NOTHING off topic, which I both like and don't like. It prevents people from fighting and also playing forum games [which I hate], but sometimes I want to talk other things. Eh, with this next movie the "indirectly related" section has been a bit more off-topic, but not too much. I think I like it that way. Also, they hard-core moderate, which is easier with more limited numbers, and it keeps idiots away. Also very accomodating to non-english speakers. Lots of IRL contact [summits, get-togethers, a journal that gets passed off from member to member] and lots of humor. It's quite a familial place. Also, I'm debating going to New York for a summit while my parents go down to OBX a week early. I don't know how they'd take it though. "Hey, I'm going to NY by myself to meet these people I know online who are completely different than most people online" [yeah, I can see that one falling apart real fast--my sister's trying to convince me to do it secretly but I would feel too guilty...I guess I just have to wait for the rebellious attitude to kick in {yeah, right}]) ANYWAY (sorry about all the tangets, it's how my brain works), so this guy got the contract to make the hats for Indy IV, HOW COOL IS THAT? (Also, Baron's hats is trying to say they made all the hats, when apparently they were cheap, lazy asses whose hats sucked and didn't make the cut even when given a few chances. They claimed they made Ford's hats directly, too, so I think Adventurebilt is going to sue them. GO STEVE AND MARC WE LOVE YOU [creepy... just realized...my dad's name is Mark and my uncle is Steve. LOL, I love coincidences])

ANYHOW! I am so far off tangent it's not even funny. Guilty about spending. Love costuming. Love Indy. Can't justify so much money even when it's somehting I love. Hats got more expensive, found out mine was a ripoff from Lucasfilm. =(

In summary: I AM BUYING A HERBERT JOHNSON. It is $300 and even though I love that it's the "real deal," I just have some sort of innate money-spending guilt-trigger. I feel terrible about spending that much money on something so unimportant. But my mom didn't care, she knows I'm a saver and she said "whatever makes you happy," which I'm glad she did, because I went ahead and did it. (It's going to take three to four months to size it and ship it... I REALLY hope it gets there in time for the fourth movie.) In order to feel less guilty I decided I'm going to put as much or more money into starting a Roth IRA, though. Apparently if you put $2000 a year into a Roth IRA starting when you're 18, you'll have $1,000,000 by retirement. I don't think I can do $2000 a year yet, but the sooner you get started, the better. (Can't do that much now ESPECIALLY with corps. I want to spend so much on Indy stuff before it disappears again, but corps costs soooo much money...) So, even though I feel bad about money disappearing from my checking account, it's going to important things. (Also, I'm kind of sad being in a sorority costs so much. Where does all this money go? We still have to pay for lots of things and do assloads of fundraisers.)

So, in summary of my SUPER tangential TL;DR: I am getting a new, AUTHENTIC, Indiana Jones fedora! The hat geek in me is in love. Guilty Money Conscience it trying to squish it but I think when the hat arrives everything will be okay.

I also want to start planning for May 22 now, because I've run into some snags. Do I go see the midnight showing with IndyGear people? We'd all be on the same level of appreciation; whereas if I went with my friends, whom I love dearly, I'm pretty sure they'd have fun but they'd still mock it (and talk through it a little) which makes me a sad kitten. But I don't want to alienate them... and if I go with different "groups" of people at different times, are they going to be insulted because they know I didn't go with them to the midnight showing? What about parties? I'm definitely going to watch all three back to back to back before the fourth one, and jump around excitedly for about a month beforehand, but who do I invite? Do I have separate parties? When do I hold different ones? This makes me a sad panda because I am one of those people who gets along with anybody and wants to always have parties where EVERYONE I know is invited and everyone gets to know eachother and the scenes mesh a little. But other people don't always like that. =(

I mean, I'm willing to meet EVERYONE at midnight for Indy IV, but only if they promise not to say ANYTHING until it's over. And I don't think that the IndyGear folks would necessarily appreciate meeting all my friends, because we can get a little racous and I've obviously developed a foul mouth (though I can turn it off in certain company) in the past year or so.

I don't know... what are all your thoughts? I'd love advice, and I'd love to know who wants to go.

Plus, I saw Hitchhiker's three times in theatres. (Once with... Pat and Cayman? Once with my grandparents, and then again in the cheap theatres with my parents.) I'm definitely going to see Indy IV many times, which is going to be expensive, but I'm going to have a hard time not seeing it so many times. Like, at midnight and then again later in the day. And then how many times am I going to see it that week?! Auuuugh. Sooo many queeeestiooooons. Help?

ANYWHOZLE. It's been a pretty good day. I can't wait for my hat (and for my bank account to refill). What am I going to wear to Kipu Falls since I won't have my hat by Spring Break?! Damn... good thing I brought my leather jacket. (except that will be fucking TOO HOT) There's going to be a lot of cool Indy IV marketing, though a lot of it is trying to drag the kids in like they did for Star Wars and that makes me sad. A lot of it looks pretty crappy. Makes me proud to know all the good prop and costume makers though; even if it's all handmade and custom (and cease-and-desist-shut-down by Lucasfilm for the time being), it's the REAL fans. INDY MR. POTATO HEAD SUCKS A MILLION PIECES OF ASS.

Also, I hate Dr. Pepper. Anyone know anything good to mix it with to make it drinkable? (I've heard orange juice...? And I don't do alocohol.) And some shitty Indy poptarts... and crappy looking toys... goddamn you, George Lucas.

SPOILER (highlight to read, if you dare) I swear to fucking god if there are any aliens in this movie I'm going to FLIP MY SHIT. Someone will die. /SPOILER

So... yeah. Yay hat! Boo Lucasfilm marketing. Man, did you hear that they edited the American trailer? Apparently the MPAA won't allow violence or something, so they edited the fact that the guns are pointed at Indy and Ray Winstone's character. (I mean, come on, seriously? They just got roughhoused out of a car BY MEN WITH GUNS. And then afterward LOTS OF PEOPLE DIE FIERY DEATHS.) I guess it's not too bad (it's really just the MPAA being a bit ridiculous), but ADDING IN THE AMERICAN FLAG? Seriously. Whatthefuck. I don't think we're too stupid to figure out they're in the US. (omg russians in america the world is comingtoanendPANIC)

BAH. I am too paranoid that this movie will suck like SWI/II/III and that makes me sad. Sad kittens. Sad puppies. Sad pandas. SAD THINGS EVERYWHERE. CRYING. CRYING FOR YOU, GEORGE LUCAS

BUT! 94 days to Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! Today's trivia: It's a running joke (sort of) that Indy's hat has to stay on all the time. Basically, it's part of his character so story-wise (well, when he's not being a professor), it only comes off at dramatic or important parts (ie him going off the cliff in Last Crusade). So in Last Crusade it kept coming off in the horse scenes, and as a joke he acted out stapling it to his forehead. Which he didn't, because ow...? but some people thought he did. Anyway. Just thought you might appreciate that. (I have a funny icon of him stapling the hat on that says "COMMITMENT" on it, but I can't post it anywhere because I don't have a good place to host it and I don't have enough icon space otherwise. Also, I'm lazy. So you'll just have to imagine it or hunt around for the image or wait until I have my own server space to host images or a paid account or something. When that day comes you will also get a MACRO FLOOD OF DOOM, because I have many hilarious ones.)

Hey, check out this neat html trick; hover your mouse over this text: Hover over me!

holy fuck it took way too long to do all the html for this entry, why do I do this to myself

Er... sort of poll-ish thing (lol, Polish, reprezent!), is there anyone out there who hasn't seen any of these movies? ie I will be forcing you to watch them at a party for this purpose?
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Apr. 3rd, 2006 10:46 pm
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So I didn't realize the scores were so important to my loyal readers. (roffle.) It ended up we got second (going DOWN in score to a 90.something) to Old and Tangly, but there's still a chance to kick their arse at WGI, which we probably will. Anyway, so I have a nice shiny second place medal that's nicer than my MSBA one, haha. The only thing I'm really ticked off about is the fact that the judges must have been on crack-- the first score being so high, and the second score going down, damnit. Anyway.

So this morning I woke up from a craptacular dream and just did not want to go to school or even wake up. Yet I forced myself to anyway. I should have stayed in bed.

Boy, is it ever Monday. AutoCAD was hating it (2 computers not liking me) and I didn't feel good (I think all because of the dream... yeah, it was not fun, which is kind of funny, because I don't really have nightmares, it was just...emotional harassment, kind of.) and other things. So then I decided I wanted to get prom dress shopping overwith, and went to the mall. Bad idea, my sister came along. She pointed out dresses and complained when I didn't like them, and begged me to let her do my makeup. Jesus Christ, I'm already letting Alicia do my hair (*stabbity*), and seriously, the dresses are just SO boring/tacky. They're all pretty much solid colors with a few beads, at an exoribitant price. All the fun dresses were short, so I couldn't buy them for prom.

Oh, yeah, let me recall that I HATE DANCES. Say I buy a (cheaper) prom dress for...$100? OK, I'd rather use that money to go to King's Island (multiple tickets and even maybe FOOD or SOUVENIRS). For serious, I hate dances. FTS, dude.

And, oh yeah, to top it off, my mom shut the car door on my fingers. Tomorrow I will have three sausage-fingers. It's going to hurt.

LOL, I've been abused so much lately... my hand, Tyler smacking me in the eye with a mallet (thought I was gonna get a black eye outta that, but I didn't), etc.

Haha. All the pain but for some reason no bruises or scars, weird. =^n.n^=

Peace, love, and senioritis for school-skipping (likely I'm gonna do it this week, I feel like crap)!

(Oh, yeah, "Movin' Out" last night was pretty cool, SECOND ROW SEATS.)
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Apr. 3rd, 2006 10:46 pm
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So I didn't realize the scores were so important to my loyal readers. (roffle.) It ended up we got second (going DOWN in score to a 90.something) to Old and Tangly, but there's still a chance to kick their arse at WGI, which we probably will. Anyway, so I have a nice shiny second place medal that's nicer than my MSBA one, haha. The only thing I'm really ticked off about is the fact that the judges must have been on crack-- the first score being so high, and the second score going down, damnit. Anyway.

So this morning I woke up from a craptacular dream and just did not want to go to school or even wake up. Yet I forced myself to anyway. I should have stayed in bed.

Boy, is it ever Monday. AutoCAD was hating it (2 computers not liking me) and I didn't feel good (I think all because of the dream... yeah, it was not fun, which is kind of funny, because I don't really have nightmares, it was just...emotional harassment, kind of.) and other things. So then I decided I wanted to get prom dress shopping overwith, and went to the mall. Bad idea, my sister came along. She pointed out dresses and complained when I didn't like them, and begged me to let her do my makeup. Jesus Christ, I'm already letting Alicia do my hair (*stabbity*), and seriously, the dresses are just SO boring/tacky. They're all pretty much solid colors with a few beads, at an exoribitant price. All the fun dresses were short, so I couldn't buy them for prom.

Oh, yeah, let me recall that I HATE DANCES. Say I buy a (cheaper) prom dress for...$100? OK, I'd rather use that money to go to King's Island (multiple tickets and even maybe FOOD or SOUVENIRS). For serious, I hate dances. FTS, dude.

And, oh yeah, to top it off, my mom shut the car door on my fingers. Tomorrow I will have three sausage-fingers. It's going to hurt.

LOL, I've been abused so much lately... my hand, Tyler smacking me in the eye with a mallet (thought I was gonna get a black eye outta that, but I didn't), etc.

Haha. All the pain but for some reason no bruises or scars, weird. =^n.n^=

Peace, love, and senioritis for school-skipping (likely I'm gonna do it this week, I feel like crap)!

(Oh, yeah, "Movin' Out" last night was pretty cool, SECOND ROW SEATS.)
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Apr. 1st, 2006 06:36 pm
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So, today was MEPA Championship Prelims for Winter Percussion. I definitely thought we'd make finals tomorrow, seeing as we've pretty much been kicking everyone's butt this year.

Then we all played the worst show of the YEAR. And we all knew it. It was horrible. The pit separated from the battery tempo-wise, separated music-wise (same tempo but different places in the music?!), and we probably screwed up within sections, too. I know I had some nasty entrances with Tyler. Anyway, we were all moping and making fun of ourselves because it was so horrible. (I was kind of sad because my last show was so bad.) I was trying to convince everyone we'd barely pull finals then kick everyone's arse tomorrow with a good show and that would be our April Fool's.

So we're standing around getting our talk from Soucek (who didn't admit it was our fault, he blamed it on us needing the folks who were gone [and we were all WTF we all just told you to your face it was the worst show of our lives]) when the parents tell us they posted our score and we had a 91.8. 91.8?! Not an April Fool's trick?

No. Seriously. We got a 91.8. (Note that in WGI Nashville we got a 86.0.) From what I hear we beat Old and Tangly (Olentangy) by 1.2 and everyone else (including Centerville A).

How?! I have no idea. None whatsoever. I want to hear the judges' tapes, desperately, lol.

Seriously, though... WTF?
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Apr. 1st, 2006 06:36 pm
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So, today was MEPA Championship Prelims for Winter Percussion. I definitely thought we'd make finals tomorrow, seeing as we've pretty much been kicking everyone's butt this year.

Then we all played the worst show of the YEAR. And we all knew it. It was horrible. The pit separated from the battery tempo-wise, separated music-wise (same tempo but different places in the music?!), and we probably screwed up within sections, too. I know I had some nasty entrances with Tyler. Anyway, we were all moping and making fun of ourselves because it was so horrible. (I was kind of sad because my last show was so bad.) I was trying to convince everyone we'd barely pull finals then kick everyone's arse tomorrow with a good show and that would be our April Fool's.

So we're standing around getting our talk from Soucek (who didn't admit it was our fault, he blamed it on us needing the folks who were gone [and we were all WTF we all just told you to your face it was the worst show of our lives]) when the parents tell us they posted our score and we had a 91.8. 91.8?! Not an April Fool's trick?

No. Seriously. We got a 91.8. (Note that in WGI Nashville we got a 86.0.) From what I hear we beat Old and Tangly (Olentangy) by 1.2 and everyone else (including Centerville A).

How?! I have no idea. None whatsoever. I want to hear the judges' tapes, desperately, lol.

Seriously, though... WTF?
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Mar. 4th, 2006 11:33 pm
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People wonder why I keep so busy, why I'm willing to wear myself out doing all this work (and complain about it, I know... you're allowed to hit me when I complain).

Why do I do it? Days like these. Get up at 7, be at Carroll by 8 to practice and go to the competition. There is something absolutely wonderful about seeing hundreds of people dressed up in costume who love music wandering about in the early morning light (well, fairly early). It's magical. I can't wait for drum corps. Anyway, spending an entire day with these wonderful, goofy, musical people... that's why I love it all. The people, the music, just living.

I can't wait to go hiking tomorrow, I just hope it's not too cold.
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Mar. 4th, 2006 11:33 pm
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People wonder why I keep so busy, why I'm willing to wear myself out doing all this work (and complain about it, I know... you're allowed to hit me when I complain).

Why do I do it? Days like these. Get up at 7, be at Carroll by 8 to practice and go to the competition. There is something absolutely wonderful about seeing hundreds of people dressed up in costume who love music wandering about in the early morning light (well, fairly early). It's magical. I can't wait for drum corps. Anyway, spending an entire day with these wonderful, goofy, musical people... that's why I love it all. The people, the music, just living.

I can't wait to go hiking tomorrow, I just hope it's not too cold.
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Feb. 15th, 2006 08:44 pm
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So, I haven't updated in quite a while. I don't know why. Let's see... last Friday was a lot of fun. I went to school for two periods, then to UD for Berry Scholar Program interviews. Dr. Herrelko was hilarious to talk to! He is one of those people who you could probably always trust; he's very open and enthusiastic. So... I was supposed to get back for a few periods but the interview with Dr. Herrelko went long, so I didn't get back until after school was over, haha. So I had been in a nice outfit all day, which happened to be a lot of black because 1) black is classy and 2) a lot of my bright stuff is not as nice and 3) my regular hose were ruined. So...everyone had been asking me if I was going to a funeral. After I waited for my friends to get out of JAM (to go to dinner), it turned out they were going to Chris' grandpa's viewing first, so I figured I might as well go. It was actually...nice. There was a TV with scrolling photos, and we all got to sit around them and laugh at them...which was nice. I mean, in a time like that, looking at the good times are nice. Anyway, moving onward with my crazy-go-nuts evening. So, I ended up going to pep band (we went in our dress clothes!) after we went to Subway, just because I needed Pep Band credit. So after that, my dad was setting up parking for Saturday's competition (I love the Carroll Classic!), and my mom and I went to see The Pink Panther (opening night!). THAT was awesome. Not as funny as the old ones, but still good. There was a good quote about artichokes, but I can't find it and I don't know it well enough to do it justice, so I'll leave it for later. It was nice to go out with my mom.
So, Saturday...I had to read my book for my AP presentation, so unfortunately a lot of my time at the Carroll Classic was not spent having the traditional fun. Although I'm sure I'll get roped into it next year (hopefully?). There from 9:30 am to 10:30 pm... I don't mind, I love these people! =^n.n^= At any rate... afterwards there was some trouble. We were just about all cleaned up, and apparently some senior and junior guys snuck in to pull a prank. We waited while Sou and Edgar (and some guys who had seen them) walked around to make sure they weren't in the school. Eventually the guys sat out in the parking lot, but they weren't leaving. They even moved their car around to the loading dock and turned it off. (I heard they did their business in a sophomore's locker... poor kid. I hope they had to clean it up, those idiots. (Inspector Clouseau: "You, sir, are the idiom!")) At any rate... I hope they got what they deserved. *le sigh*
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Feb. 15th, 2006 08:44 pm
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So, I haven't updated in quite a while. I don't know why. Let's see... last Friday was a lot of fun. I went to school for two periods, then to UD for Berry Scholar Program interviews. Dr. Herrelko was hilarious to talk to! He is one of those people who you could probably always trust; he's very open and enthusiastic. So... I was supposed to get back for a few periods but the interview with Dr. Herrelko went long, so I didn't get back until after school was over, haha. So I had been in a nice outfit all day, which happened to be a lot of black because 1) black is classy and 2) a lot of my bright stuff is not as nice and 3) my regular hose were ruined. So...everyone had been asking me if I was going to a funeral. After I waited for my friends to get out of JAM (to go to dinner), it turned out they were going to Chris' grandpa's viewing first, so I figured I might as well go. It was actually...nice. There was a TV with scrolling photos, and we all got to sit around them and laugh at them...which was nice. I mean, in a time like that, looking at the good times are nice. Anyway, moving onward with my crazy-go-nuts evening. So, I ended up going to pep band (we went in our dress clothes!) after we went to Subway, just because I needed Pep Band credit. So after that, my dad was setting up parking for Saturday's competition (I love the Carroll Classic!), and my mom and I went to see The Pink Panther (opening night!). THAT was awesome. Not as funny as the old ones, but still good. There was a good quote about artichokes, but I can't find it and I don't know it well enough to do it justice, so I'll leave it for later. It was nice to go out with my mom.
So, Saturday...I had to read my book for my AP presentation, so unfortunately a lot of my time at the Carroll Classic was not spent having the traditional fun. Although I'm sure I'll get roped into it next year (hopefully?). There from 9:30 am to 10:30 pm... I don't mind, I love these people! =^n.n^= At any rate... afterwards there was some trouble. We were just about all cleaned up, and apparently some senior and junior guys snuck in to pull a prank. We waited while Sou and Edgar (and some guys who had seen them) walked around to make sure they weren't in the school. Eventually the guys sat out in the parking lot, but they weren't leaving. They even moved their car around to the loading dock and turned it off. (I heard they did their business in a sophomore's locker... poor kid. I hope they had to clean it up, those idiots. (Inspector Clouseau: "You, sir, are the idiom!")) At any rate... I hope they got what they deserved. *le sigh*
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Jan. 22nd, 2006 12:56 am
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So the computer ate my previous entry of the coolest dream ever, which took me an hour to write. SNL is over (with pirates and Chuck Norris!), and Star Trek is on... let's see if I can write this whole thing, now.

So it started with something...a festival or something...happening in this town. We were coming back from it to go to a wedding of a friend or something. The wedding was in this tall church, and the couple was very "punk." The groom was all in black with black, longer, straight hair, and a short beard and moustache. The bride had darker hair, and also had a black, ballgown-like dress. The bodypiece had a pink plaid frontpiece, and the skirt had a purple plaid apron-like piece. They were attached with silver shank buttons and buckles, and it was pretty cool. My friends and I were sitting in the back, and only one of them was also in all black, although the colors of the whole audience were fairly muted. The bride took a few steps once the music started, then paused for about a minute, then ran out of the church. She ran back to her hotel, crying. It turned out that she was upset that not everyone wore straight black like she had requested in her invitation. For a part of the dream which I don't remember, I might have been her, or I might have been looking for her, the hotel room used voice commands and also keys that were a little piece of metal attached to thin pencils, and the doors made a noise when you unlocked them. There was a second door to the right which I thought was another room but it always beeped when the other was unlocked, but that's not important. Anyway...something happened, and we ended up outside on this cement platform with large, dark, iron girders. It was on a hillside, and I think it was the wedding reception. Anyway, we were watching the northern lights, which turned into sharp lasers. Then, up the hill we could see another platform and structure, under which was housed a large cruise-ship with an escape submarine attached. I wondered if the whole thing was filled with people in a private party, but then I remembered it was a model of a larger ship, and it was a store I had seen in a dream, and been in in the daylight. (yes, in my dream I remembered I had seen it in a dream, so I assume I saw it in a previous dream, but for the life of me I can't remember if it was perhaps just a lot earlier in this one.) This is the point of the dream where it gets more interesting, I promise. So the next day rolls around and I had to get to musical practice. The stage was a large outdoor building with a smei-open roof and an open stage. Seating was on chairs on the ground, and the whole thing was on the side of a mountain. I had to ski down to practice, and the snow was pretty patchy everywhere. (My skiing was much more successful than reality.) So I get back down the stage and the seniors who didn't get a role are getting speaking lines. Then someone decided that they would stretch the lines out to several scenes for more lines. I end up getting an Indiana Jones role, which the whole costume I've got for myself, except the whip. The costume room didn't have a whip either, so they gave me a long piece of leather-ish stuff. We were running over my scene, then, and I was supposed to swing from one side of the stage to the other using the "whip," which I was supposed to whip around a mounted jackalope head on the back of the frontpiece of the stage. I had to practice for a few minutes to get it to wrap and unwrap easily. I tried it, and the strap didn't hold me, and I slipped onto the back. I decided to go out and see if I could find an actual whip for the stunt. I went up over the back of the mountain, where there was a great view past a small plain where some sports finalists were getting their medals in the Olympics. There were only a few people on a small wooden stage, dressed in traditional Hawaiian outfits, and the audience wasn't much bigger. The stage was barely even a few wooden planks. We watched from the side, and I noticed that the mealists were getting leis instead of medals. I remembered that the Olympic hosts had decided to give traditional medal replacements from cultures all over the world in the name of diversity or something. The women wore grass skirts and leis, and handed leis to the winners that were cheaper than the ones we got in Hawaii. The guys had orange-red feather robes and had wooden diamond-shaped double tridents that were actually trimmed bushes or seomthing. I obviously wasn't going to find a whip, so I left. Going back over the mountain, I saw this plasticy, slimy, gray, worm-looking thing on the ground which I noticied the other two times I went over. I took a closer look to see it was a rubber stretchy toy cat (or bunny maybe, I can't remember). I asked whoever I was with when I first saw it or something. Up the hillcut from the stage was Phillip's (Kreutzfeld) house, and I decided he might have one, so I went there next. His house looked remarkably like a storefront. I went in, and his mom was in there, so I asked if he was home. She said she didn't know, so I asked if she knew if he had a whip I could borrow. She didn't know, so I asked if I could search his room. She said I could, so I walked in to find his room. The house was very small, and donut-shaped. There was the hallway where she was (and i walked) and the kitchen. In the center there were lots of white slat doors, all of which looked like closets, too small to be rooms. Suddenly there were lots of people chasing me, so I picked the one opposite the entrance to hide in. It turned out to be a staircase, so I ran down to the next floor, which was underground. There were just lots more doors, so I picked another, hoping it was the bedroom. It was another underground room (with large windows?!) with a family room and another kitchen. There was a boarded up slat door, which I decided would be best to hide in. It turned out to be a duct-like thing, which was also the bedrooms? and there were soul-like things of the people coming out of them, including a dog and kids with toys. (I managed to find Phillip and Kevin.) Phillip gave me a whip, and I decided to look in the shaft. I suppose it was a portal to underground bedrooms of sorts, since it was behind another slat-door, which never reall struck me during the dream. I looked in the kitchen from behind the door, and I thought they should write "Beware of the Alligator" on the boards to keep out folks like the people chasing me. I thought it wasn't totally far-fecthed, sine it was a portal and their kitchen had lots of Alligator stuff, like two different foam sink faucet covers. I pretty much went back to the stage then, to do run throughs of the added scene. I was playing opposite a guy (played by a girl?) whose character was a guide. In the scene, I jumped accross the stage on the whip (which took several minutes to adjust the height, I apparently had to climb very high up on it for some strange reason, and it was still around the jackalope). I then asked the guide if he had seen the enemy take the artifact, and he said no. I noticed he had a gold statuette hidden in his cloak, and I grabbed it and asked what it was. He said he didn't know, and then there was a fight scene or maybe he ran off or the director called cut, I don't know. I walked through the exit (on the left) and it was through a store of sorts (with more slat-doors and windows). I remember thinking "what does this have to do with Cinderella, or is that even in the musical?" and that i should suggest we split all the added scenes between two acts just to add some semblance of continiuty. Then i think I woke up.

Yeah, that took me an entire hour (episode of Star Trek, which wasn't bad! I'm just wondeirng what's with the Vulcan emotions all of a sudden) to rewrite. So I'm going to copy it before I hit "Update" and LJ eats it again.

If LJ eats it again, Chuck Norris will have to roundhouse kick it.

Speaking of... our WP runthrough at Miamisburg was disastrous today. The pit got separated in movement one, Sean fell, Danny almost fell, the drumline got off and then separated from the pit in movement two...I heard Sou even walked out on us! Ah well... I talked to Danny and Pat afterward, and I said, "Well, we screwed up everything today, so we won't do it tomorrow," and they said, "No! Let it be known that we did not screw up the tenor lick." (The one they couldn't get AT ALL in warmups; a first.) So...hoping tomorrow's a lot better.

Man, my phone has been going nuts today, I think it's a record. A lot of people called me, and several times. =^n.n^= I love my ringtone!
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Jan. 22nd, 2006 12:56 am
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So the computer ate my previous entry of the coolest dream ever, which took me an hour to write. SNL is over (with pirates and Chuck Norris!), and Star Trek is on... let's see if I can write this whole thing, now.

So it started with something...a festival or something...happening in this town. We were coming back from it to go to a wedding of a friend or something. The wedding was in this tall church, and the couple was very "punk." The groom was all in black with black, longer, straight hair, and a short beard and moustache. The bride had darker hair, and also had a black, ballgown-like dress. The bodypiece had a pink plaid frontpiece, and the skirt had a purple plaid apron-like piece. They were attached with silver shank buttons and buckles, and it was pretty cool. My friends and I were sitting in the back, and only one of them was also in all black, although the colors of the whole audience were fairly muted. The bride took a few steps once the music started, then paused for about a minute, then ran out of the church. She ran back to her hotel, crying. It turned out that she was upset that not everyone wore straight black like she had requested in her invitation. For a part of the dream which I don't remember, I might have been her, or I might have been looking for her, the hotel room used voice commands and also keys that were a little piece of metal attached to thin pencils, and the doors made a noise when you unlocked them. There was a second door to the right which I thought was another room but it always beeped when the other was unlocked, but that's not important. Anyway...something happened, and we ended up outside on this cement platform with large, dark, iron girders. It was on a hillside, and I think it was the wedding reception. Anyway, we were watching the northern lights, which turned into sharp lasers. Then, up the hill we could see another platform and structure, under which was housed a large cruise-ship with an escape submarine attached. I wondered if the whole thing was filled with people in a private party, but then I remembered it was a model of a larger ship, and it was a store I had seen in a dream, and been in in the daylight. (yes, in my dream I remembered I had seen it in a dream, so I assume I saw it in a previous dream, but for the life of me I can't remember if it was perhaps just a lot earlier in this one.) This is the point of the dream where it gets more interesting, I promise. So the next day rolls around and I had to get to musical practice. The stage was a large outdoor building with a smei-open roof and an open stage. Seating was on chairs on the ground, and the whole thing was on the side of a mountain. I had to ski down to practice, and the snow was pretty patchy everywhere. (My skiing was much more successful than reality.) So I get back down the stage and the seniors who didn't get a role are getting speaking lines. Then someone decided that they would stretch the lines out to several scenes for more lines. I end up getting an Indiana Jones role, which the whole costume I've got for myself, except the whip. The costume room didn't have a whip either, so they gave me a long piece of leather-ish stuff. We were running over my scene, then, and I was supposed to swing from one side of the stage to the other using the "whip," which I was supposed to whip around a mounted jackalope head on the back of the frontpiece of the stage. I had to practice for a few minutes to get it to wrap and unwrap easily. I tried it, and the strap didn't hold me, and I slipped onto the back. I decided to go out and see if I could find an actual whip for the stunt. I went up over the back of the mountain, where there was a great view past a small plain where some sports finalists were getting their medals in the Olympics. There were only a few people on a small wooden stage, dressed in traditional Hawaiian outfits, and the audience wasn't much bigger. The stage was barely even a few wooden planks. We watched from the side, and I noticed that the mealists were getting leis instead of medals. I remembered that the Olympic hosts had decided to give traditional medal replacements from cultures all over the world in the name of diversity or something. The women wore grass skirts and leis, and handed leis to the winners that were cheaper than the ones we got in Hawaii. The guys had orange-red feather robes and had wooden diamond-shaped double tridents that were actually trimmed bushes or seomthing. I obviously wasn't going to find a whip, so I left. Going back over the mountain, I saw this plasticy, slimy, gray, worm-looking thing on the ground which I noticied the other two times I went over. I took a closer look to see it was a rubber stretchy toy cat (or bunny maybe, I can't remember). I asked whoever I was with when I first saw it or something. Up the hillcut from the stage was Phillip's (Kreutzfeld) house, and I decided he might have one, so I went there next. His house looked remarkably like a storefront. I went in, and his mom was in there, so I asked if he was home. She said she didn't know, so I asked if she knew if he had a whip I could borrow. She didn't know, so I asked if I could search his room. She said I could, so I walked in to find his room. The house was very small, and donut-shaped. There was the hallway where she was (and i walked) and the kitchen. In the center there were lots of white slat doors, all of which looked like closets, too small to be rooms. Suddenly there were lots of people chasing me, so I picked the one opposite the entrance to hide in. It turned out to be a staircase, so I ran down to the next floor, which was underground. There were just lots more doors, so I picked another, hoping it was the bedroom. It was another underground room (with large windows?!) with a family room and another kitchen. There was a boarded up slat door, which I decided would be best to hide in. It turned out to be a duct-like thing, which was also the bedrooms? and there were soul-like things of the people coming out of them, including a dog and kids with toys. (I managed to find Phillip and Kevin.) Phillip gave me a whip, and I decided to look in the shaft. I suppose it was a portal to underground bedrooms of sorts, since it was behind another slat-door, which never reall struck me during the dream. I looked in the kitchen from behind the door, and I thought they should write "Beware of the Alligator" on the boards to keep out folks like the people chasing me. I thought it wasn't totally far-fecthed, sine it was a portal and their kitchen had lots of Alligator stuff, like two different foam sink faucet covers. I pretty much went back to the stage then, to do run throughs of the added scene. I was playing opposite a guy (played by a girl?) whose character was a guide. In the scene, I jumped accross the stage on the whip (which took several minutes to adjust the height, I apparently had to climb very high up on it for some strange reason, and it was still around the jackalope). I then asked the guide if he had seen the enemy take the artifact, and he said no. I noticed he had a gold statuette hidden in his cloak, and I grabbed it and asked what it was. He said he didn't know, and then there was a fight scene or maybe he ran off or the director called cut, I don't know. I walked through the exit (on the left) and it was through a store of sorts (with more slat-doors and windows). I remember thinking "what does this have to do with Cinderella, or is that even in the musical?" and that i should suggest we split all the added scenes between two acts just to add some semblance of continiuty. Then i think I woke up.

Yeah, that took me an entire hour (episode of Star Trek, which wasn't bad! I'm just wondeirng what's with the Vulcan emotions all of a sudden) to rewrite. So I'm going to copy it before I hit "Update" and LJ eats it again.

If LJ eats it again, Chuck Norris will have to roundhouse kick it.

Speaking of... our WP runthrough at Miamisburg was disastrous today. The pit got separated in movement one, Sean fell, Danny almost fell, the drumline got off and then separated from the pit in movement two...I heard Sou even walked out on us! Ah well... I talked to Danny and Pat afterward, and I said, "Well, we screwed up everything today, so we won't do it tomorrow," and they said, "No! Let it be known that we did not screw up the tenor lick." (The one they couldn't get AT ALL in warmups; a first.) So...hoping tomorrow's a lot better.

Man, my phone has been going nuts today, I think it's a record. A lot of people called me, and several times. =^n.n^= I love my ringtone!
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Sep. 8th, 2005 08:59 pm
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Due to the fact that many of my friends follow Xanga, I update there more than here, but often with pointless posts just adressing issues or the like. Anyway, just this once I'm going to copy my post over to this blog; it was long and important and I don't want to rewrite it, with all the issues I covered. So, here we go:
"Wow, you guys left a lot of comments lately. Haha. Aaanyway, I kind of realized I like my othe blog more than Xanga because Xanga's protected entries can only be for 10 friends if you have a free acount, and that sucks.

So. An update. Visited the gradeschools today. Tell ya what. Best part of my day was learning how to conduct 3 versus 2 (for those who don't get it, 3 on one hand, 2 on the other). Yeah, so... life is kind of teh suck right now. I mean, I'm not depressed or anything it's just that there have been a million better times in my life than what's oging on right now. Argh, Grapes of Wrath, you spite me so!

What would be really sweet (only a daydream here, folks, not actually going through with it... I have a lot of "ideas" like that) is to just run away and live out west survival style. I think I could do it. It'd be tougher at first, but I'm smart and eventually I'd settle into it and just be happy. I just want to wander around for the reat of my life, learning. I think that's what I do best. I don't necessarily need other people, I'm fairly individualistic. Oh, understatement of my life... Anyway. I just need to get away. Somehow. Problens plague me that I know I can handle, I just don't want to. I've had to deal with them a million times before and I know I'll get through but I'm ready for soemthing new.

Maybe go with Operation Courage, haha... yeah right. Anyway.

In less important news that makes me feel awfully ashamed and egotistical, I am very pissed at (a person). I PLAYED WITH MEAGHAN, I PLAYED WITH THE DR. BEAT, I PLAYED WITH EDGAR, AND YOU CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER I'M SLOW OR FAST?! DID YOU NOT NOTICE THE ONE THING THAT IS MUY RAPIDO IS THE DRUMLINE, THE ONE BEAT KEEPING DEVICE I WAS NOT WITH OUT OF FOUR?! IS IT A COINCIDENCE THAT THEY'RE TOLD TO NOT WATCH MEAGHAN BECAUSE "THEY'RE THE BEAT KEEPERS"?

Yeah. I needed to rant. Sorry to any drumline peeps out there, I'm not really mad at you, just (a person). If you feel insulted talk to me, I'll give you a hug or advice or something (*coughadvice#1watchmeaghancough*). Anyway. Rant done. Needed to vent. I apologize again and again if you think I'm a pompous egotistical prat, but I suppose fair is fair.

Grrrrrr....just grrr...OH MY GOD TOMORROW WE'RE PLAYING BOLERO! w00t

I had some other good news somewhere but I forgot it... I'm going to write up the Diagnosis Murder Themesong tomorrow... I learned how to do a flag toss and drop spin today and might be in Winterguard if Sou decides that me being gone for WGI percussion finals would not merit me being in winter perc... Um... ugh. Just UGH. Just GAH and ARGH and FRUSTRATION and CAPTIALLETTERSZOMGANGST. I feel... restless. But it's coming out as frustration, and therefore lots of emotion and crying and ARGH.

Yeah, so I still can't remember that random good news I had. Hum. I miss some people, the perky people. There's so much DRAMA now. I wish everyone was more like... happy friendly in person and kept drama to themselves. (That includes PDA, and some other types of good drama... yeah, hold hands, hug, but not much more. Thanks.)

I think I'm going to keep typing until I come up with what I was going to say. argh, that's not going to happen. My two cats are killing eachother in the other room... just kidding. In other news, I'm going to steal Domer's cat Jazz (yay for me liking cats).

I need a good stress reducer... (or restlessness reducer? maybe it's just the moolatte I had, with choclate. talk about caffiene. Maybe that's why I'm jumpy.) other than telling people my problems... because I am always paranoid that they're going to tell someone and get them spread all over or start being stressed out themselves about my problem and more argh.

I WANT TO TRAVEL! I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING, SOMETHING BIG! I WANT TO TAKE ON A BIG PROJECT OF MY OWN... but I have all ideas and no time, and not enough people or ideas to help out *le sigh*

Why am I so stressed? What the frick happened to me? Why am I so... restless? argh, argh, argh, argh, argh, and more argh.

(Randomness: A cheetah (or leopard? whatev) can jump higher than a kangaroo.)

What's his name and his gaxillion RVs (oh...yeah, his name is Tom Raper.) is sending 200 RVs to areas affected by Katrina, full of supplies, for families to keep FOR FREE. Talk about generous! If only more HUMOUNGOUSLY RICH people did stuff like this all the time, the world owuld be such a much sweeter place! I mean... wow. That's so the shiz. (Yay! Shiz! Wicked! w00t! ...gotta get me some green opera gloves, and a black dress. Yes, strange. But I'm like that.)

Lastly, Westy, why do you have Laura's skirt... AT HOME? (Seriously, the joke was funny, but I didn't think you were actually going to take the skirt home.)

*awkward* =^n.n^="

Update: Stress level significantly down. YAY.
Uh... yeah not much happened today. More updates later. =^n.n^=

(Oh, Domer left me a note on my Xanga saying that afer I hung out with his cat for a good two hours [the DCI thing], the cat is not crazy anymore, and I am now "The Cat Whisperer." Just thought I'd share that nerdiness. Haha.)
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Believe it or not, I'm being a traitor.

Sep. 8th, 2005 08:59 pm
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Due to the fact that many of my friends follow Xanga, I update there more than here, but often with pointless posts just adressing issues or the like. Anyway, just this once I'm going to copy my post over to this blog; it was long and important and I don't want to rewrite it, with all the issues I covered. So, here we go:
"Wow, you guys left a lot of comments lately. Haha. Aaanyway, I kind of realized I like my othe blog more than Xanga because Xanga's protected entries can only be for 10 friends if you have a free acount, and that sucks.

So. An update. Visited the gradeschools today. Tell ya what. Best part of my day was learning how to conduct 3 versus 2 (for those who don't get it, 3 on one hand, 2 on the other). Yeah, so... life is kind of teh suck right now. I mean, I'm not depressed or anything it's just that there have been a million better times in my life than what's oging on right now. Argh, Grapes of Wrath, you spite me so!

What would be really sweet (only a daydream here, folks, not actually going through with it... I have a lot of "ideas" like that) is to just run away and live out west survival style. I think I could do it. It'd be tougher at first, but I'm smart and eventually I'd settle into it and just be happy. I just want to wander around for the reat of my life, learning. I think that's what I do best. I don't necessarily need other people, I'm fairly individualistic. Oh, understatement of my life... Anyway. I just need to get away. Somehow. Problens plague me that I know I can handle, I just don't want to. I've had to deal with them a million times before and I know I'll get through but I'm ready for soemthing new.

Maybe go with Operation Courage, haha... yeah right. Anyway.

In less important news that makes me feel awfully ashamed and egotistical, I am very pissed at (a person). I PLAYED WITH MEAGHAN, I PLAYED WITH THE DR. BEAT, I PLAYED WITH EDGAR, AND YOU CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER I'M SLOW OR FAST?! DID YOU NOT NOTICE THE ONE THING THAT IS MUY RAPIDO IS THE DRUMLINE, THE ONE BEAT KEEPING DEVICE I WAS NOT WITH OUT OF FOUR?! IS IT A COINCIDENCE THAT THEY'RE TOLD TO NOT WATCH MEAGHAN BECAUSE "THEY'RE THE BEAT KEEPERS"?

Yeah. I needed to rant. Sorry to any drumline peeps out there, I'm not really mad at you, just (a person). If you feel insulted talk to me, I'll give you a hug or advice or something (*coughadvice#1watchmeaghancough*). Anyway. Rant done. Needed to vent. I apologize again and again if you think I'm a pompous egotistical prat, but I suppose fair is fair.

Grrrrrr....just grrr...OH MY GOD TOMORROW WE'RE PLAYING BOLERO! w00t

I had some other good news somewhere but I forgot it... I'm going to write up the Diagnosis Murder Themesong tomorrow... I learned how to do a flag toss and drop spin today and might be in Winterguard if Sou decides that me being gone for WGI percussion finals would not merit me being in winter perc... Um... ugh. Just UGH. Just GAH and ARGH and FRUSTRATION and CAPTIALLETTERSZOMGANGST. I feel... restless. But it's coming out as frustration, and therefore lots of emotion and crying and ARGH.

Yeah, so I still can't remember that random good news I had. Hum. I miss some people, the perky people. There's so much DRAMA now. I wish everyone was more like... happy friendly in person and kept drama to themselves. (That includes PDA, and some other types of good drama... yeah, hold hands, hug, but not much more. Thanks.)

I think I'm going to keep typing until I come up with what I was going to say. argh, that's not going to happen. My two cats are killing eachother in the other room... just kidding. In other news, I'm going to steal Domer's cat Jazz (yay for me liking cats).

I need a good stress reducer... (or restlessness reducer? maybe it's just the moolatte I had, with choclate. talk about caffiene. Maybe that's why I'm jumpy.) other than telling people my problems... because I am always paranoid that they're going to tell someone and get them spread all over or start being stressed out themselves about my problem and more argh.

I WANT TO TRAVEL! I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING, SOMETHING BIG! I WANT TO TAKE ON A BIG PROJECT OF MY OWN... but I have all ideas and no time, and not enough people or ideas to help out *le sigh*

Why am I so stressed? What the frick happened to me? Why am I so... restless? argh, argh, argh, argh, argh, and more argh.

(Randomness: A cheetah (or leopard? whatev) can jump higher than a kangaroo.)

What's his name and his gaxillion RVs (oh...yeah, his name is Tom Raper.) is sending 200 RVs to areas affected by Katrina, full of supplies, for families to keep FOR FREE. Talk about generous! If only more HUMOUNGOUSLY RICH people did stuff like this all the time, the world owuld be such a much sweeter place! I mean... wow. That's so the shiz. (Yay! Shiz! Wicked! w00t! ...gotta get me some green opera gloves, and a black dress. Yes, strange. But I'm like that.)

Lastly, Westy, why do you have Laura's skirt... AT HOME? (Seriously, the joke was funny, but I didn't think you were actually going to take the skirt home.)

*awkward* =^n.n^="

Update: Stress level significantly down. YAY.
Uh... yeah not much happened today. More updates later. =^n.n^=

(Oh, Domer left me a note on my Xanga saying that afer I hung out with his cat for a good two hours [the DCI thing], the cat is not crazy anymore, and I am now "The Cat Whisperer." Just thought I'd share that nerdiness. Haha.)
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Aug. 10th, 2005 11:25 am
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Well, I wrote an entry kind of explaining things last night, but apparently it got lost in cyberspace, so you'll have to talk to me to get another explanation.

At 3 in the morning, I was IMing with Jess, and crying about the issue, and planning my update, and my mom came down and said "Do you want to go to Muse tonight?" (Because it was very early this morning.) And I just started crying and told her how I was very angry at Mr. Soucek and she asked why didn't I ask him about Dan Ross and Mr. Edgar, and it's because that's the kind of thing I'm not very likely to do, that would be so... immature, I guess, to say those things.

But anyway, my mom was totally going to write a note saying I was too upset to go to practice and she was going to let me go to the Muse Machine show.

Well, then, this morning, we were tlkaing about Winter Percussion which led to talking about me not doing winter percussion because I would hopfully do drum corps... but my parents want me to work next summer instead. So next year I'm not doing drum corps because they want me to work, save money for it, and make the transition into college a little easier. Argh...and oh well.

And I asked my dad if it was okay with him if I didn't go to the drum corps show at Regal on Thursday, and he didn't care one bit (quite the opposite of what I expected... he's not like my grandma). So, I'm going to muse on Thursday, after practice, and I am a bit disappointed because I could have pulled off the not going to practice thing, which I was all ready for last night when I was crying buckets and was awash with emotional distress... but apparently 7 hours of heavy sleep (through an alarm, not my usual) can erase all sign of emotional care from you.

That or this is all the worst case of PMS I've ever seen.

=^n.n^= <---And this time, I mean it.
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Aug. 10th, 2005 11:25 am
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Well, I wrote an entry kind of explaining things last night, but apparently it got lost in cyberspace, so you'll have to talk to me to get another explanation.

At 3 in the morning, I was IMing with Jess, and crying about the issue, and planning my update, and my mom came down and said "Do you want to go to Muse tonight?" (Because it was very early this morning.) And I just started crying and told her how I was very angry at Mr. Soucek and she asked why didn't I ask him about Dan Ross and Mr. Edgar, and it's because that's the kind of thing I'm not very likely to do, that would be so... immature, I guess, to say those things.

But anyway, my mom was totally going to write a note saying I was too upset to go to practice and she was going to let me go to the Muse Machine show.

Well, then, this morning, we were tlkaing about Winter Percussion which led to talking about me not doing winter percussion because I would hopfully do drum corps... but my parents want me to work next summer instead. So next year I'm not doing drum corps because they want me to work, save money for it, and make the transition into college a little easier. Argh...and oh well.

And I asked my dad if it was okay with him if I didn't go to the drum corps show at Regal on Thursday, and he didn't care one bit (quite the opposite of what I expected... he's not like my grandma). So, I'm going to muse on Thursday, after practice, and I am a bit disappointed because I could have pulled off the not going to practice thing, which I was all ready for last night when I was crying buckets and was awash with emotional distress... but apparently 7 hours of heavy sleep (through an alarm, not my usual) can erase all sign of emotional care from you.

That or this is all the worst case of PMS I've ever seen.

=^n.n^= <---And this time, I mean it.
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Johnny and Soucek...elowell!

Aug. 3rd, 2005 10:07 am
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I was tlaking to Johnny this moring on AIM:

SirEstabrooke: cuz sou is almost hitting on me trying to get me into drumline
indyana88: LOL
SirEstabrooke: "he john when did you get so big"
indyana88: that comment=saved for posterity.
SirEstabrooke: "have you been working out for swimming?"
SirEstabrooke: "you look really built today"
SirEstabrooke: "wanna go grab some lunch john? go back to my place?"
SirEstabrooke: oh
SirEstabrooke: i kinda made that last one up...
SirEstabrooke: but seriously
indyana88: LOL
indyana88: LOLOLOLOL
indyana88: roffle
SirEstabrooke: he has said those other ones
indyana88: seriously
indyana88: i am spazzing here, dying, laughing
SirEstabrooke: he seriously has told me the other ones

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Johnny and Soucek...elowell!

Aug. 3rd, 2005 10:07 am
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I was tlaking to Johnny this moring on AIM:

SirEstabrooke: cuz sou is almost hitting on me trying to get me into drumline
indyana88: LOL
SirEstabrooke: "he john when did you get so big"
indyana88: that comment=saved for posterity.
SirEstabrooke: "have you been working out for swimming?"
SirEstabrooke: "you look really built today"
SirEstabrooke: "wanna go grab some lunch john? go back to my place?"
SirEstabrooke: oh
SirEstabrooke: i kinda made that last one up...
SirEstabrooke: but seriously
indyana88: LOL
indyana88: LOLOLOLOL
indyana88: roffle
SirEstabrooke: he has said those other ones
indyana88: seriously
indyana88: i am spazzing here, dying, laughing
SirEstabrooke: he seriously has told me the other ones

=^o.0^=
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