I'm back!

Not that anyone cares....
http://theycallmepiano.com/Music.htm So... this isn't a song. This is, like, all of the songs from TheyCallMePiano. The chick goes to my school. She's freaking amazing. I still need to meet her... I see her everyday, and still haven't actually talked to her. The only reason I found this was because I was talking to my friend about her (amazing) hair, and she told me that everyone called her Piano, and this friend had been wearing this bracelet thing with THEYCALLMEPIANO www.theycallmepiano.com So I decided to look this website thing is, and I clicked freaking everything, and I haven't listened to anything but her music (and Kidnap The Sandy Claws by KoRn) for three days.
Anyway... should be doing homework, but instead I'm on this magical contraption called a computer, listening to Piano, and eating cold chicken tenders. I really need to learn how to stop procrastinating. Fifteen school days until winter break. I can't wait because I'm freaking ticked at school and work and shizz and need a break, but I also hope it never comes, because I have to get my dang wisdom teeth out. Plus, over breaks I'm always such a loner. Unless my friend Maggie invites me over for New Years eve and shizz like last year. I woke up at nine. In the morning. Ug. I keep telling myself I'll have time to finish all my homework today. But I have track (fuck) from like 3-6 or something. The only reason I actually consent to running track is so that I can stay in shape for soccer. I'm going to try to make my high school's team, but the requirements are running three miles (I can do that), and juggling the ball 200 times consecutively. I never actually learned to juggle because I never thought I would have to. I know it helps with control and such, but none of my former teams ever focused on that, we had other drills for control.
Even if I manage to.... EXIT by Piano!!! Sorry... one of my favorite songs by her. What was I saying? Oh yeah, soccer. Even if I somehow manage to meet the juggling requirement, I honestly don't think I play well enough to the team.
Aww, my cat is taking a bath! Yeah, no one needed to know that, nor will anyone care, if anyone even reads this.
I ran out of things to talk about... B day tomorrow. I hate B days. And I still haven't done my homework.
Yeah, I'm gonna go do that now. OH WAIT! SPACE UNICORNISM! Ug, I'll talk about that next post. But my friend/dad Emma, my friend Nick, and I are collaborating on making a religion called Space Unicornism.
Bai my children. Remember, make pasta, not war, and honor the Space Unicorn gods with corndogs. Until my next post, love Piano, get her more publicity, and ignore all grammatical errors on my blog.

Blerg, Writing.

Damnations whore is looking for a victim tonight. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0vm80tsenA (Serpentine by Disturbed. Doesn't belong to me.)
So, looking at post views, my "Anime and heterochromia iridum" post has 70 something views. Not sure if it's the anime getting the attention, or if it's my obsession over herterochromia... The other one that's had quite a few views is my poem. And as long as no one is trying to steal it, I'm good.
Any-whhaayy... I don't even know why I'm here. I was writing, and I think it's awesomeness because one of my characters is stuck in a gruesome flashback and the writing is coming to me really easily. Oh, later on, someone needs to remind me that Shay doesn't die. But yeah, I was just writing, then all of the sudden, I'm like, "I'm bored!" so I don't even know... Talked to the dude I can't freaking get over no matter what I do for like an hour today. Now I'm listening to Pro-Pain's Foul Taste of Freedom album on my iTunes. I don't even know why that's on there, cuz I only like a few of the songs.
I wonder, if someone finds my crappy stories to actually be okay, and they get published, will people read this? If so, I just put a huge spoiler up. Oh, well. So, as of four thirty yesterday, I am fifteen. Yay? I don't know. And tomorrow I start a high school where I know no one in my grade. I know some upperclassmen because of soccer, but I'm gonna end up being that sad loner kid sitting alone at a lunch table, unless I can force myself into someone's life this first day and somehow happen to have the same lunch.
Have I mentioned I knit myself fingerless gloves? Yeah. Not sure whether to be excited, or afraid that I'm really lame...
This blog is just all over the place. Scatterbrained me.
The Stench of Piss and Picture This are really similar to me...
My brother is talking about Chevy dealers and playing with Hot Wheels.
I guess I should go back to writing so I can make Vivian happy. She obsessed with this story o' mine.
OH! I got a Hetalia mug from my dad!(Emma, not my actual dad) It says 'Make pasta, not war' and has a pic of my little Italy. I loves it.  And I got a bunch of TH shirts from my aunt(again, not my aunt, but this time it's Deanna).
RIDICUROUS! (Ridiculous in a japanese accent.) Yeah, I dunno why I said that. I wonder if I have tourettes... o.O
I guess I'm going to leave and play with the ghost cat. I'm gonna miss it when I move.

RAWR! (having myself a spazz)

Has no one told you she's not breathing, Hello, it's your mind, giving you someone to talk to, Hello http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MHGtlEYZBA (No does belong to me, nope nope nope! Evanescence's 'Hello')
AHHHH! Okay, that song up there ^ yes, that one! GUESS WHAT! I'm figuring out how to play the piano part! Now my main instrument is violin, and so I guess that's why I'm so excited about this...
BUT HOLY CRAP!!! YESES! After this I shall figure out the strings part in it. Then maybe I'll take vocal lessons. HAHAHA, yeah right. No one will ever be able to teach me to sing. But I'm still really excited to be learning this! Who needs instructors when you've got the internet, lol. I know nothing about piano and yet  I'M STILL ABLE TO PLAY THIS!!! I dunno if it's supposed to be simple, but I'm guessing it is because I'm finding it pretty easy, except for the fact that my hands aren't that big so sometimes, where other people jus have to stretch a finger, I have to move my hand... -.- BUT STILL! I feel like a little kid on Christmas, lol. Why does this make me so happy? I'm gonna go practice some more. Hello. I mean, goodbye, I'm going to practice Hello.

The Olympics

Hey! You, we can turn it up! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyX53nhUazA (Hey You by Tokio Hotel. No does own anything except my opinion.) I was singing this, well, screaming this at the TV whilst watching my fav sport I mention.
Yeah, so half of everyone is probably talking about the Olympics, and I've been watching the 8-12 thing, catching(keeping?) up and feeling like a potato because I'm sitting on my couch on my computer, doing nothing, while they've been busting their asses for who knows how long, getting into shape and making people like me feel like a potato. But I'm not gonna re-cap every damn thing, or give my opinion on this, that, and the other thing, because I doubt anyone really want to read this. If anyone even reads this blog anyway.
The things I've been watching closer than others were/are gymnastics, swimming, and track. Track makes me feel horrible about myself because they go down the 100 meters in like nine seconds and I take like, what? 30-40 seconds? I dunno. I only record my mile, which is back down to 8 minutes. But the only reason I really do track is for the sport I've been watching the closest of all.
Soccer. I've been in soccer since, what? Kindergarten? Maybe 1st grade. So I'm not the earliest of starters, but I've loved this sport for over half my life, and I'm really hoping that I can make the soccer team at Centreville when spring rolls around(The stupid school doesn't do fall soccer, I have to play travel). I doubt I'm actually any good, but my mom thinks so(hahaha, when did I start listening to her?!). But anyway, the last two Women's Olympic soccer games have been heart attack inducing. The Border Wars had me screaming loud enough to make the neighbors uncomfortable, but I didn't really care. And then the Finals. Redemption for the world championships. I was hoping they would freaking steamroll the Japanese. Don't get me wrong, I love them(and their accents) to death, I mean, I even want to learn Japanese(mostly because of anime and Kalafina[that was because of anime too, so I guess all because of anime,lol.]). But I am American and with my soccer experience... damn. Anyway, so I watched them today, screaming and running and punching stuff and singing songs to get their game on(oh, only if they'd heard me), and freaking out in the end. I went totally ape-shit. I'm sure the neighbors hate me now, with the amount of screaming I did. I had one moment where I was like, why the hell would you do that?!(when they took Megan Rapinoe out. She's awesome. I love her.) Abby Wambach didn't have any huge moments in this game, but she still did amazing. Carli Lloyd though... I was like "You go girl! Kick their asian asses!" I sounded so freaking racist... What can I say, the Olympics bring out my competitors spirit. And then the Japanese put a different player on the field, a player whose last name was Tanaka(not sure if I spelled that right), but that reminded me of Black Butler and I laughed. And at Ohno. But of course I would. And at the end, I really wanted to jump through the TV, to land in Wemberly Stadium, to be there with our team, celebrating our medal. I'm sure I'm not the only one. I was singing and dancing around and laughing in relief. These girls play some amazing soccer. No joke. Sometimes I wonder if there is any way I will ever be anywhere close to their level of skill. They're all so fucking amazing, and the way they work together is beautiful. One day I will be able to watch them play, or, here comes a wild dream that will probably not come anywhere near true, possibly play with them. Or at least meet them, that would be neat, too.
One thing that is confusing me (It doesn't have anything to do with the soccer, I'll get back to that in a second) is the number of times I have heard Firework by Katy Perry. It's cropping up every fucking where in the Olympics. I'm sitting here, half paying attention to Women's Diving and there it is again... I mean seriously?! Is there anything else you can play? Maybe some rock music, or foreign music(it amuses me, and I actually like half of it)...
I feel like I need an editor for these. Is my grammar correct? Are you supposed to put the punctuation before or after parentheses?
Urg, my neck hurts, and my ear hurts and my turtles need water and I gotta pack up my brothers room tomorrow... yuck.
The Olympics also bring Hetalia jokes and comments spewing out of me.
I'm jumping around all over the place, lol.
Back to soccer. I've seen some really talented kids, not as skilled as the US team, but good enough to make me think they could end up in it. I realize that when I'm at the right age requirement to play with them, if, by some miracle, I meet the skill requirements, most of the current players are probably gonna be gone. I still really want to meet them. Will they all still be together for the next widely publicized soccer event? Next Olympics? I dunno but I love them. If, by some weird, totally impossible chance, any of them read this(hahaha, why am I even including this? They aren't gonna come across this.) I am sorry that I cussed so much in this post, I really shouldn't while mentioning such amazing people. I didn't specifically mention all of them, or any of their amazing plays, and if you want to see some amazing moves, go watch it yourself. I probably should have, and I planned to mention that first, like, choreographed, goal, to show I actually know what I'm talking about instead of rambling on, but hey, you get what you paid for. And I should mention each and every one of them individually because they all deserve it, but I'm lazy. Yeah, sorry about that. So now, I'm going to leave this blog thing to cyberspace, hope no one kills anyone over that (hahaha, this isn't read enough for anything like that to happen), and go dream about possibly meeting even one of these most amazing athletes. 決別 

Torn Away

Just a normal day, streets turned into graves. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0af8jPTFDTQ (Forgotten Children by Tokio Hotel. This song gives me chills every time)

Errm, well this is a poem I just wrote out of nowhere. After the diamond, the weird shapes you see are supposed to be a bottle, and then after that, a genie lamp.

Yeah, I fail, deal with it. Constructive criticism would be much appreciated.

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Matures prematurely?

Forced to do so by events

One or several

Life changing

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

No time left to play

No time left to be a child

Un-realized

Dreams dead

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Dreams left to falter

Dreams no longer possible

Forced to grow

And take over

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Is forced to make its own decisions

Not completely sure of right and wrong

Differences excluded

Intelligence incomplete

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Consequences unconsidered

World pitted against this child

Undetected 

Not noticed

What does this child do?

Will it survive?

Go on with this new life?

What does this child do?

Escape?
Except its fate?

What does this child do?

Is it over-taken by trouble?

Over-taken by anguish?

What does this child do?

Will it understand?

Does it comprehend?

What does this child do?

Set itself free?

Lock itself in?

Will this child rise to the occasion?

Fall to the ground?

Survive?

Die?

Live,

Love,

Learn?

They’ll

Try 

This

Child’s

Faithfulness

To acknowledge

It’s painful life of

Living alone, unknown

To the world, under the radar

Trying to live without the ability

To know a parents love, a parents help

That follows a child to the end of childhood

The childhood it was forced out of, forced to miss

Due to unlikely events, unhappy events, unfortunate events

That no one should be exposed to, but it happens all too often and

The factors of this life are not the best, parents dead, in jail, incapacitated

Now they turn to knowledge, courage, hope, love, friends, others, but

Only some take the right path, some become exposed to the other

Ugly side of life where people die, children die, everyone dies

Because of gangs, drugs, unlikely enemies looking to take

Advantage of these children, forced out of childhood

These children now know the world is imperfect

So imperfect, they know no love, only

Hurt and lies and deception and

Fear and they don’t live

For the fear that

They’ll die

Succumb

To the

end

They know

Depression

They dance

With worse

Things than

Some could

Imagine and

Their dreams

Are so ugly 

Sleep    that

Is    always

Interrupted by 

Fear and Nightmares 

And objects that children shouldn’t touch

Like meth and marijuana and alcohol and drugs

But they will do anything to drown out their past, 

The screams and the ghosts that haunt everything, the

Depression that stalked them from the moment they were

Forced to outgrown their childishness, the games they should

Have played but weren’t allowed to because of someone else’s

Mistakes that mistakenly ruined them, their life’s and the others

They knew, they’d touched, but no longer know, or think about 

Because they have abandoned them for their own mistakes and 

The cycle continues, bad decisions, old life drowned out, child

Hood forgotten, blocked out in attempt to convince themselves

That they are alright and this was meant to happen, but really it

Shouldn’t have happened, they shouldn’t blame themselves but

They do anyways, and at night when they’ve run out of money 

And are on the run for they have borrowed money from the wrong

People, when the high that they’ve relied on to keep them in that

State where they feel protected from reality come crashing down

And they realize their life isn’t satisfactory but they must go on but

They wonder, must they? They believe the world is against them

They’re minds distorted by the decisions the made mistakenly not

Meaning to ruin their lives farther than they already were by some

One who was rude and fucked up. Their minds distorted by the drugs

And the alcohol they always promised to stay away, keep away from 

In their childhood, but that was snatched away, the promises of yes-

Terday, the ones those who did them wrong made, knowing that they

Were jacked up themselves, and not caring who that left, what they

Left and not understanding what they have done and knowing

That whatever happened, they wouldn’t be there to fix it and they

Obviously did not care, did not display, did not show any concern.

 These

       Children

              Did not

                  Deserve 

      This pain

      And they                     Hope and wish

without realizing, that they could

                        Change their lives. Unaware of how this 

              Started exactly, wondering if it was their fault and

      Even if it wasn’t, they still blame themselves and they wish

      For a genie in a lamp, they wish for this myth to be true, they

      Wish for the 3 wishes a genie would grant them if genies truly

    Existed,and they drown themselves,bury themselves in drugs

          Hiding their feelings, they’re wishes and yet they browze

        And they search heavily, crazily, hopefully, unwillingly,

                   Not wanting to but they still continue this search

                                         For this impossible

                                              Unrealisticness of

This genie lamp that

                               Will supposedly grant them these

                         Three wishes to repair their sad broken lives

Eventually these people, these children who

They have had their childhood ripped out of 

Their grasps will make the ultimate decision

That will change everything, the decision of

Whether or not to turn around and fix their

 Life,to untwist their unfortunate past,to fix

 What they have done to repair their child- 

Hood that they had stolen away and finally

Become a responsible, clear-headed adult

But others yet will refuse all help and will 

Misguidedly think that they can not repair

Their hearts and their feelings, and bodies

 That have had a toll taken, have had their

Youth taken by their decisions, and now

They will make one last unfortunate, not

Conceived of by those who now have clear

Minds and good attitude, but their minds 

Are very deluded and they feel they have 

No choice but to make this decision, they 

Have concluded that this is the only way

And their resolution, their final resolve is

The conclusion to this chapter, their lives

They think that it is best just to take their

Own life,silent suicides,spilling red blood

And maybe leaving a child behind, a child

Who may never have had a childhood, and

Will start this disturbing, sad cycle again


ALSO! If anyone uses any of my creative stuffs,
be it poem, randomness, excerpts from stories, anything,
I will hunt you down and kill you. 
Though I dunno why anyone would want to use any of my crap, cuz it sucks.

My childhood(hopefully I can get through this without vomiting and/or shutting down)

Our scars remind us that the past is real http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rORPLLZzIwA I just realized that since I'm not giving links to the official videos this could be considered copywriting... o.O So this song and the lyrics don't belong to me! Its Papa Roach's and his record label's and stuff. DON'T FREAKING ARREST ME!
So anyhow, on to my childhood. (Crap, my mom is up and in a bad mood, so this might end up being put off...) Some, possibly all of you are going to read this and be like, hahaha, this isn't real, she wants sympathy and attention and shit. No, I just got reminded of my childhood by some crap my bro put on the television and decided to put this up. So those of you thinking this is bullshit need to piss off.
Let's see, I've tried to block most of this stuff out, so this post might end up confusing and twisted if it isn't already.
Some of my earliest memories are of pets. Like the time I opened the door cuz I was excited my dad was home and my dog got out and was hit by a car. Or waking up to my mom crying and shaking a trash bag open so that she could put our mangled cat in because he'd been attacked by a pack of wild dogs. Or all the times that cat got his paw slammed in the door cuz he was trying to get out and then he would pull himself to the top of the doorway with his paw still stuck. Or the time my dad's cat died. Then there was the divorce, my mom coming home drunk, the police lights outside my house that I still don't remember why they were there.
Then there was ABC, my daycare. I have acid reflux problems. Very bad acid reflux problems, to the point where I have pills for it. This information plays into some of this. I remember this racist black teacher person. Her name was Ms. Barbara. She hated me. She would shove spinach and stuff down my throat and then force me, at nap time, to lie down on my stomach. I am a side sleeper, and have never enjoyed lying on my stomach. It is one of the most uncomfortable things for me. So yeah. And then there is the time when she took my shoes and forced me to run, barefoot, across the field, where I stepped on several bees. And then she took almost every possession I'd ever brought to the daycare and either destroyed them, or flaunted them(like my hair clips). Then there was the time she fed me overcooked peas and I vomited all over the place, crying, and she was laughing, and finally called my mom when another teacher person came by and glared at her. And there was also the time I got really super sick and the same thing happened. One of the worst memories of that place had to do with my acid reflux. I remember this one more clear than the others of the daycare, though not as clear as I remember some stuff. So anyway, I remember we were playing outside and I began to have the chest pains that come with it, so I asked if I could call my mom and go home or get some tums or something to relieve it, and they said no, go play. So I sat on the step as it got worse and I started to feel it in my back, stomach and sides. I lay down because at that point, it hurt so bad I couldn't move without having pain shooting through me, and then it began to hurt to breath. So I was breathing shallowly and the teachers just kind of laughed at me. I don't really remember if it went away at ABC or if I went home, but I remember the pain. I believe the one teacher, Ms. Barbara got fired when I finally told my mom what had been happening.
Onto school. McArthur Elementary. Granted, I actually had fun here, I had no idea how bad it was until we moved. Anyway, we only had two subjects, math and reading. And this is in third grade, mind you, I'm not talking about freaking kindergarten. And even that was bad because I was let in late because I was born like 2 hours after the cut off date. I was a smart child and they wouldn't freaking let me into school because of 2 freaking hours.
Going back to third grade, we were still learning addition and subtraction and 'reading' was "Grab a book off the shelf and shut up so your teacher can check her emails." I was always done with the whole math lesson within like two minutes and there were never enough books too read and I got in trouble because I was too smart. I came here with no knowledge of history or science and I was only ahead in math because I'd inadvertently taught myself multiplication and division. Again, rewinding to this school. I loved it, I had fun, I thought it was an awesome school except for the spiders that were the size of books and the big kids that always cut me in line for anything. When I came here, the school, London Towne, to me, was freaking amazing. I had some catching up to do, which I did, but I thought the school was like the most awesome school in the world. I come to middle school and find out that my school was the freaking ghetto school in the area. Do you see how bad McArthur was?
My dad's gf's/wives: were horrible. One of them made me clean her entire house and if I refused she'd hit me and stuff, and then whenever my dad came home she'd sit me down in front of the TV and tell him I just watched Snow White repeatedly.
Home life, mother of god. First off, siblings. My oldest younger brother and my younger sister were/are mentally ill. Combined, they were/are autistic, had aspergers syndrome, ODD, ADD, ADHD, anger issues and a bunch of other crap I can't remember but they got called fucking alphabet soup. And my mom was/is a single mom, 3, now 4 kids, 2 with every fucking mental illness on the planet. Second, house. I don't remember how old I was when we moved from the single family home into the apartments/townhouses, but that was crap. At first, it seemed really good. We had wonderful neighbors and security. But then those neighbors moved away, and we got some racists against us on either side. Both would play their music so loud our freaking toilet would vibrate. But that's not the worst part. One day, we went to the Tulsa County Fair, cuz we always loved it. Anyway, we came home to find that our house had been broken into. Back door had the lock torn off and part of the freaking door was missing. Our TV and every electronic had been stolen, except for the VCR which had been smashed against the wall. We were missing half our furniture and a bunch of odds and ends. Our refrigerator, which we'd just stocked that day with our food stamps for the month, had been emptied aside from some frozen peas or brussels sprouts or something. Anyway, the next day, our oh so sweet neighbors come out and the chick is wearing my mother's stolen slippers, they admitted to stealing out stuff and laughed in our faces. So we went to the security, they told us we had to go to the police, and the police said the security had to deal with it and no one did shit about it.
The move: So from Oklahoma we moved here. Not too much bad crap has happened. I'll just say, the police had to be called on my bro twice because he tried to kill everyone in the house, my sister tried to commit suicide many times, and they both ended up in mental hospitals, then foster care. They finally came out, my sister turned into a bitch, my bro got sent to live with my dad and neither of them are mentally stable, they moved back to OK, and now the landlord is telling us we have to be out of the house by September 30th, and if we don't find a house in the Centreville HS area (where I've just now excepted that there's no way I can go to Westfield with my friends), we're moving to Alexandria.
Anyway, thinking about this makes me feel crappy, so I'm going to stop with this. Its all freaking true. Maybe someday I'll write about the happier aspects, but for now, imma go write that poem. Ve-Meow! (that's goodbye in italy cat)

So I came here to talk about my childhood, but then got some muse for a poem, and then I saw something that gave me muse for a rant that could turn into a poem, and this is a long, run-on sentence of a title

Everywhere I go no one says no to me. They don't, They don't dare. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fK0igwZZh0 So I know I'm late with this band, but hey, least I found them (Thanks Eva!)
So yeah, I actually did come here to talk about my crappy childhood but then I was on Google+ and got this muse for a poem, then I was catching up with my friends blogs and found one that my friend Mish did( her blog http://i-am-mikki-elle.blogspot.com/ ) that made me want to talk about time flying and crap, making me want to rant and give seminars and shit and gave me an idea for a poem. 
I need some coffee.
So I really don't know what the point of this blog was, except to show that I have the attention span of a squirrel (of course, that makes sense, my skull inhabiting two. [Great, another blog on the story about my squirrels]) and the mental capacity I hold and the fact that I feel daunted (Yay for vocabulary!) by the four blogs that I feel I need to write now. And yeah, my blogs are sporadic (again, vocabulary!) like I'll write 16 one day, then not write for a month, then write like six, and not write anything for two weeks, etc., etc. 
My bro is watching some stupid show that's giving me a headache because I'm sure it's melting both our brains/squirrels/whatever he might have in his head(lint). 
So I'm going to go make myself some coffee (all we have is Chai Latte and Decaf, and I'm not in the mood for the cinnamon taste of the Chai Latte so its prob gonna be decaf, which isn't gonna help anyone, but will make some people I know feel safer cuz of my spazzes with sugar and caffeine and stuff) and then I'm going to start writing my blogs.
My bro just handed me this piece of plastic that's supposed to look like a purple crystal or something. What am I supposed to do with this?! Eat it? Shove it up my landlord's butt?(I'll get into that with my childhood blog.)
So, um, not knowing how to end this, I'm tempted to post a clip from Hetalia on how to end a story that you don't know how to end but I'm too lazy to look it up and find a link and shizz, so, uh, Peace out suckers? I'm being unoriginal?

Japanese version of Evanescence?

Okay, skipping the lyrics and everything cuz I'm spazzed out.
I feel like I've found a Japanese version of Evanescence...
I only know one of their songs, but it sounds Evanescence-y to me.
Its called Lacrimosa. Evanescence has a song Lacrymosa...
???!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Here, listen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFUs65fE0a4 Lacrimosa by Kalafina.
Does it not sound faintly Evanescence?
Or does Evanescence not sound faintly Kalafina-y? ( I dunno who came first )
I plan to look them up and listen to more of their songs.
Rianna is spazzed out.
I shall be going now before I explode my brain.
Bye.

Anime and heterochromia iridum

I am the strange, the desolate, I am possessed, the second guessed, I am indecent, I am the treatment. The secrets have spoken, we are the broken http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jkyv9V824NY
First off, anime. I am becoming more of an anime freak, though not as obsessed as some people I know. I am now into Black Butler as well as Soul Eater[I believe is finished unfortunately D:<], and Hetalia, both Axis Powers(over) and World Series(of which I need the next season dubbed). I'm only on episode 12 but I'm loving it. Especially Grell. And the Demon Hound. And everyone. The ending song is what brought me to the band, Stars In Stereo, that sings The Broken(see link above). I believe they are on tour with The Used, but they still aren't getting much publicity on YouTube... But back to anime. All this freaking anime makes me want to learn Japanese. So I want to learn Spanish, German, Korean, Japanese, and American Sign Language. And so I pay much attention to the beginning song, and am learning a bit. I'm not sure where Black Butler is going, if its something like Soul Eater or if it's more like Hetalia, but I am enjoying.
To the second subject of this blog: Heterochromia iridum. I'm sure some of you are like "The fuck is that?". Heterochromia iridum comes in different forms and can happen for different reasons. There is complete heterochromia and partial or sectoral heterochromia. Heterochromia can be inherited(genetic), or caused by many different things, for different reasons(acquired), injury, certain eyedrops/conditions(like glaucoma), and problems with pigmentation. At least, that is what I've gathered. I might be wrong, I am not a scientist. But I still have not told you exactly what heterochromia iridum is. Complete heterochromia is when the eyes are two different colors. Partial or sectoral heterochromia is when one eye is two different colors in itself, if one segment of the eye is a different color. Central heterochromia is when there is an inner ring surrounding the pupil and a different color, the true eye color, on the outside.

Complete heterochromia

David Bowie's heterochromia may just be the dilated pupil

Sectoral/partial heterochromia

Central heterochromia

Here's two peoples with both complete and central heterochromia

she looks like she's about to sneeze...

Heterochromic cat

When I was younger, I went to this camp and I had an Irish councilor, she used the name Lasso. She was a complete heterochromic. One brown eye and one blue-green eye. I was obsessed with her eyes. I later learned she loved My Chemical Romance and she became my second favorite councilor ever. I wish I had heterochromia. I think it'd be freaking awesome. I think heterochromia is beautiful. 

I have some anime to watch now! And some pictures of heterochromia iridum to stare at. So I'll leave this dreadfully long blog for anyone who happens to read it. Bur-bye. 

Spazzicle

Now that I'm finished with that book about my trip to VT, I can start up with my lyrics again.
11 tracks is not enough http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q43bbM0KuSo A thank you goes to Mish for that one.
So today, after track, had to have the car jumpstarted, and we hit up the library. We have 60 books checked out right now... After we finished up our business at the library, we go outside. There's a helicopter, and an unmarked outside. So I start messing around, screaming, I read the sign! (this sign

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We pull out of the parking lot and there are six unmarked, three marked, and the copter is still out there.  So I start freaking out. This be me: "I DIDN'T MEAN TO READ THE SIGN! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I SWEAR!" and then when they were still there, some following us and a few up ahead, I duck down in my seat. still screaming. "I'M NOT THE PERSON YOUR LOOKING FOR! I'M JUST A... JUST A... I'M JUST A TURTLE! A TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLE! NAMED MICHAELANGALO! I LIVE IN A SEWER! WITH A RAT AS A MASTER! I DIDN'T MEAN TO READ THE SIGN... I mean.... I DIDN'T READ THE SIGN! I SWEAR!" And I spazzed like that almost all the way home. So yeah, in case you haven't already noticed, I have some issues. 

So we get home, the kids have their dinner and go to bed. I wasn't hungry enough for dinner, so I got a snack size popcorn bag and stick in the the microwave. Halfway through, the power goes out. My mom is yelling at me, so I had to go down to the basement and into the spider room and flip the switch. Power comes back on, but I only have half a small bag of popcorn, so I eat that, reset the clock, turn off some unused lights, figuring the power outage was because we were using too much at one time, and put another bag of popcorn in the microwave, and, guess what! No, the power did not stay on. I had to go flip the breaker again. I made sure it was in place, turned off all power sources we weren't using, reset the clock again, and tried to finish microwaving that bag of popcorn. Power went off. Again. I'm not using that microwave again today. 

Warning: Do not look at the sign above. I claim no responsibility for any trouble or harm or legal standings that may come to you if you choose to read the sign. You read it of your own free will.

Here ends this post. THAT WAS A LIE! I will end this post with a song! Excalibur! Excalibur! From the United Kingdom, I'm looking for heaven, I'm going to California! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNPvUmQ56t0 Here ends the post.

Vermont, 8th day/Leaving

I'm tired of talking about this trip, and you're probably tired of reading about it, but I'll finish it off. If you're starting here, don't, go back to day 1, do not pass go, do not collect $200. So started off early, packing quickly, rushed. Got everything in the car and went over to the McDowel's(the Canadian's). We said our goodbyes, gave hugs, then my Nana decided to take picture. Millions of pictures. Of the house, of them, of us, of us with them, and every combination in between. Then we say bye and hug again. As we were doing a final check of the house, Maryanne comes over to help with folding sheets we used. We finish, say goodbye, hug again. As we're putting stuff back in place and putting the sheets away, Mark comes over. We had been giving some of my Great-Grandfather and Grandmother's stuff away. So he chooses stuff for himself, for his brother, and for Rhina. We say goodbye and hug. Again. We were supposed to be on the road an hour before we left. As we're leaving, Maryanne runs up with a pin, assuming its mine. It wasn't but I took it anyway. And we said goodbye. And got out of the car. And hugged. Again. We head up to Newfane Hill to say goodbye to those people and to drop some stuff off. Halfway there my Nana realizes that she forgot that stuff and turned around and went back. Got halfway there again, and almost ran out of gas, so we turned around, and went a quarter of the back and got gas. We finally reached Newfane Hill, got out, peed, said bye, then talked. And talked and talked and talked. Then said our goodbye's and, say it with me, hugged. Again. And then my Nana had to have pictures of everyone. Family's, individuals, groups and every combo imaginable. Then, you know its coming, we said our goodbyes and hugged. Again. Then we actually got on the road. At one in the afternoon. We had planned to leave by nine. So an hour later we stopped for lunch. Of course, everyone had to pee which made it all the longer. Had sandwiches from the cooler. I took a nap before we stopped, and when we ended up going again, I picked up a book. Ender's Game. Read it through, cover to cover, in 2 maybe 3 hours. Riveting book. Having finished Subject Seven at home, I picked up The Memory Palace. Not my usual genre. Still not finished with it, but I've made a dent. Its a good book, but its a challenging read for me since I never really read non-fiction, and thats what it is. So that was pretty much my trip, I'll stop it here. Next post shall be about a spazz I had today and a microwave. Until then, don't stray into the tractor beams, make sure your zipper is zipped, and don't hit on big men with tattoos on their butts.

Vermont, 6th and 7th day

July 7th: Woke up, don't remember what time, and went to the Second Chance Shoppe that was two doors down to look for a cover up and shoes, for later that day I would have to wear a dress. -.- Anyway, found a cover up, did not find shoes due to wide feet. Went to an outlet shop in Brattleburro and found shoes. Yuck, and then my grandmother decided I needed a strapless bra. Even more yuck. So I had to go through that process and was glad to get out of there. Then, for lunch, we went to the Dam(n) Diner. I had 3/4's of a 'Zesty Chicken Sandwich', which happened to be amazing(my brother threw a fit and got rewarded for it, pissed me off) and met Erin, her son, the geekiest fucking bastard I've met, all of 10 years old, Will and her husband who's name I forget. Next big thing that happened: My Great-Aunt and Uncle's 50th wedding anniversary. I put on the strapless black dress and everything that I'd bought to go with it, all unwillingly, pretty much fighting to keep it off. But nope. Got in a car and went to this fancy ass restaurant. Had some soda and cheese and mingled with relatives before it actually began. Saw my 1st cousin once removed Mark, wearing regular clothes and almost stabbed him with a toothpick, it pissed me off so much. The one good thing about that dress? Had a cute guy check me out. Through a window though. We finally went in to where we were actually eating. We ate, and I hated myself and I hated the dress, and I had people taking pictures of me and I hated that, then I almost stabbed Mark with a fork, then I almost set his hair on fire. Almost killed my sister. If anything, that dress made me more violent. Then we had dessert. They gave us sparkling apple cider and we made toast(had toasts) and stuff. Then they had the cake and made old people make out... But the cake was amazing. Then relatives started taking rapid photos and my mother had a panic attack cuz of the flashing lights. Went home late as hell and my sister fell asleep on my shoulder. I punched her head. Got in trouble. Went to bed.
July 8th: Woo! So I woke up at 6 freaking 30 AM, but for a good cause. Went to the common with my aunt and her dogs and stretched. There I was met by Dave, Maryanne, Rhina, and Erin. Mark was supposed to be there, but he had a hangover. Erin joked that we should be called team We Eat Hills For Breakfast. We got in the car and drove to Three Dot Pottery Barn where we parked. Then we began to run. Up Grimes Hill, then onto Newfane Hill. Now Newfane hill is actually a small mountain. I ran maybe 1/2 to 2/3's of the way up and walked the rest. Made it there in a little under an hour. And I'm talking steep uphill climb for 5 miles. And I was ahead most of the time. Dave stayed with me and Erin was helping Maryanne and Rhina. Maryanne and Rhina are the slow ones. Erin probably could've whopped all our asses and Dave said he does 5 miles an hour. So technically I did pretty good. We didn't run all the way up the mountain, just to the house. Then Erin ran back down the mountain and up again. We joked that she ate hills for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or appetizer, meal and dessert. She just smiled. Then we drove back down with Stephan and his car, picked up Maryanne's car and went back to out respective houses. Then, after I showered and changed, we went back up to the hill where I was then surrounded by old people I didn't know. I wrote a bit of my story, had dinner, then went for a walk in the woods where I proceeded to pick up about a bazillion frogs. I couldn't help it. They were so cute. After we came back, I went swimming, then went home and slept pretty well, on a blow up mattress instead of the couch bed cuz my Auntie and Uncle came in. These are long and boring... sorry. So I leave you now with a few words of Rianna wisdom: Don't read the sign.
Keep your gun close and your boots tight and die with your mask on if you have to.

Vermont, 4th and 5th day

July 5th: Uh, nothing really happened, lol. Went to the hill, went to the pool, went through the motions, probably ate some food... Yeah.
July 6th: Nope, nothing happened here either. Well, except I met hot, non-annoying 2nd cousin who doesn't know she's hot. Her bro Sterling had already been there, with their father Chuck, another Dave, and a Stephan and a Star(yes her name was Star) and I don't feel like getting into how they're related so... yeah. Oh, and Forest and Jordan arrived. Forest is a nice nature loving girl(2nd cousin) that I hung out with 2 summers ago, but she didn't like me cuz I was a little kid, and Jordan... well, I call him Jesus. Because of his hair.

Vermont, 2nd and 3rd day

Woke up early Tuesday, June 3rd, because my mother and grandmother had decide to have a debate the next room over, and there were no doors on the first floor, except for the bathroom. Rolled over, went back to sleep. Woke up again because of siblings, got up, decided to kill them, but instead had my Nana try to force me to eat breakfast. I informed her that eating that early made me sick to my stomach and she finally left me alone, told me to change. I went into the bathroom to change and notice there was no window, just a screen. Felt awkward getting changed. Went to store with my Nana in Brattleburro, and it took almost half an hour to get there. During that time, our engine light came on. Afterwards, went up Newfane Hill, said hi to my Great-Uncle Buck and Great-Auntie Carlie, the whole reason we were up there, and went swimming. The Canadian's showed up, and Conner decided to swim around and throw me in the water and piss me off. After we'd gone home, I got informed that I needed to run, and that my cousin Maryanne was willing to take me running with her. Said okay, then got anxious that she'd be way faster than me. Maryanne came over, took me over to the Canadian's house to change, where Conner was having a blow out with my Great-Auntie Buff and his dad, Mark. Mark informed me that I had to have a slice of this ice cream called 'Wattamelon Roll', but I told him I couldn't eat before running(I just don't like watermelon) and Maryanne came out. Mark told her that after the run, she had to make me eat some of it. So she took me outside, where we both sort of stretched, and then we started running. It turns out she runs super-slow. I could almost keep up by walking. We ran(she 'ran', I kinda sorta jogged) 4 and 1/2 or something kilometers, which translates to two miles. Saw a deer. Saw a squashed chipmunk. We were running in the road and at one point I almost ended up like that chipmunk. Got back to their house, and Maryanne made me have some "Wattamelon Roll'. It was fucking amazing. Walked back to my house, took a shower, and started reading Subject Seven by James A. Moore. Read maybe 2-3 chapters and fell asleep.
Woke up early again July 4th. Got changed quickly and went to a fair/parade. Had to talk to some "Uncle Frannie' guy who isn't really a relative but he sends us some damn good bacon and syrup every year for Christmas. After the short parade(the only part of which I enjoyed were the old cars) we walked around the fair stands. I got a black dreamcatcher and then I found something that I became immediately attached to. It was an eye. Well, its this green eye on a chain and it looks amazing. My cousin Stephan calls it my evil eye now. So anyway, I begged my Nana to buy it for me, saying I'd pay her back (it was $10 and I never did pay her back) and after 10-15 minutes of begging she got it for me.  Then I had to walk around with my mom and she bought a dress that was supposedly one size fits all(though I could tell it wouldn't fit her). Then Conner decided he wanted to ride in our car, which meant Mark had to go too, so I got kicked out of my car, and had to stay there. Luckily I got stuck with Rhina, Maryanne, Ben and Dave, which wasn't so bad. Dave took Ben around and I walked around with Rhina and Maryanne. Tasted some amazing jelly/butter spread stuff. After about an hour of walking around, we met back up with Dave and he bought everyone fresh lemonade. It was amazing. That was about it. We went up on the hill and swam and planned to set off fireworks, but then we had a storm and there were no fireworks for Rianna and that made Rianna sad. Other days to come soon. Until then, I leave you with this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2GS49itnGk

Vermont, 1st day

Woo! Back from Vermont! Survived a week with minimum internet, and actually enjoyed myself!
Some bad things about Vermont: Too many bugs, 1annoying 2nd cousin, 1 very hot 2nd cousin, 1 1st cousin once removed that insisted on taking pictures of me, 1 scary great aunt.
Some good things: I think I lost some weight, some very fun relatives, 1 very hot 2nd cousin, had time to start a new book, had time to finish books...
Okay, let me go back... how about I tell this in chronological order.
July 2nd: Woke up early, bleck, and got into the passenger's seat of a car full of annoying siblings, drove to Alexandria to pick up my Nana. While driving to pick up my Nana, my brother barfed. Out the window. My mom gave him a plastic bag, and he proceeded to barf in that. While picking up my Nana, we all got out to piss, and then while some other people were peeing, I had the honor of hosing off the car where my brother had barfed. Then I had the pleasure of helping my mom rearrange the trunk to fit in my Nana's stuff. Then I got back into the car, and got told I had to sit in the back seat. At first I was a bit pissed off, but I moved things around and had the whole back seat to stretch out on. So I stretched out and took a nap. Woke up to my siblings screaming at each other and some banjo music in my ear, and got given a bag of goldfish. Pleased with my goldfish, I settled back in with my iPod blaring in my ears and a book. The book was Divergent by Veronica Roth. Hoping to high hell that I didn't get carsick, I began to read it. Finished it 3-5 hours later, along with my whole bag of goldfish, plus a lunchable. I felt fat. I needed to pee, and I needed Insurgent, the next book in the series. Didn't have it. I pulled out another book. (I had a DVD player and the Lord of the Rings trilogy but the plug for the earphones didn't work and my mom wouldn't let me play it out loud.) That book was Withered, by Lauren DeStefano. Not the usual genre that I read, but I didn't find that out until I opened the book. The back cover said something about knowing exactly when you would die and about a plague that killed girls at 20, males at 25. Turns out it was more about being abducted by a rich dudes grandfather who'd escaped the plague and sentenced to being the rich dudes wife with 2 other girls. But it turned out to be a pretty good book. In the middle, we had a pit stop and I gratefully relieved myself of the liquid in my bladder. When I was almost finished with the book, we stopped at Wendy's for dinner. I ate a Spicy Chicken sandwich thing and felt fat. I shouldn't have eaten it cuz I hadn't been hungry, but it looked amazing. We arrived at Vermont 30 minutes after I had finished Wither and was writing in my other stories. It was 9 or 10 at night. After we'd unpacked the car, two people I didn't know and one I vaguely recognized showed up at my house. It turns out the two that I didn't know were cousins. One was my 2nd cousin Maryanne and one was a 1st cousin once removed, but not blood related. Her name was Rhina. She was the fiance of my 1st cousin once removed Mark, who was also not related by blood as her was adopted. The one I had vaguely recognized was my Great-Auntie Buff, who is one of my most hated, scary relatives. But since they came over, we had to go meet more relatives. So we walked past the pharmacy, past the fire station and into their house where I met Ben, 4 but looks like he's 2 and the politest little thing I've ever met, very pale, blue eyes, and very blonde, reminded me of my friend Nick except way young. He was the son of Maryanne. Then I met Conner, 2nd cousin, cute, 15, but an Aspie (had Asburgers syndrome), not blood related, acted like he was 8 and was annoying as fuck. Then I met Mark, 1st cousin once removed, not blood related, funny guy, kinda cute but 30 something, used to have drug issues, but is okay now, fiance of Rhina, kept trying to get pictures of me. >.< Then I met Dave, Maryanne's husband, Ben's father, graying man in good shape, who is a high school wood shop teacher. They were all from Canada. Which happened to be a bad thing because I picked up on their accent later and am still catching myself saying 'Eh?' once in awhile. Finally went back to the house we were staying in, the Denison house across from the hospital my Great-Grandfather built, took a shower, pulled out the couch bed thing and crashed.
Great first day, eh? SEE! I'M EVEN DOING IT IN WRITING! I'm leaving now, going to blog about days separately now. *Adds 1st day to title* As the Canadian's say, bye!