Teh Blog of Minish

Sims 2 High School

2011-06-21T08:29:00.000-07:00

So I've decided to share with you one of the lots I've built with the Sims 2. I'm not the best builder, but every so often, I build something worth sharing.

So here is a generic High School I built as a backdrop for a video I wanted to make but never did, and decided fill it out.

Sims High School

Art Classroom

Cafeteria

Computer Labs

Weight Room

Home Economics Classroom

English Classroom

Science Classroom

Gymnasium

Soccer Field

Library

Main Office

Dance Studio

Concert Hall

Legend of Zelda Screenplay

2011-06-18T06:41:00.000-07:00

So here's the first act of a script I made for the The Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time. I'm aware it's really, really bad (I doubt anyone's going to read it anyway), thus I stopped writing it. But I wanted to share, just 'cuz. I'm sick of working on things that never see the light of day.

FADE IN:

EXT. DESERT COLOSSUS – SUNSET – ESTABLISHING

Guays fly in pattern across the skyline as Leevers burrow in and out of the desert sands, frightening the horses. A colossal statue of a woman sitting cross-legged and holding a snake around her neck is carved into a cliff face. Beneath is a large door leading into the cliff itself.

INT. DESERT COLOSSUS – SUNSET

Beautiful women garbed in revealing desert clothes and wielding naginatas, the Gerudo tribe, line the walls and a wide staircase in the middle of the room. Large statues of cobras stand on either side.

On a throne at the top sits the harsh young king GANNONDORF, 12. To his right floats KOUME, 400, a small green witch with a red jewel on her forehead and red robes; the sorceress of flame. To his left is her twin sister KOTAKE, with a blue jewel and robes; the sorceress of ice.

Two fierce women, TIMID GUARD and Brutal Guard, wielding twin scimitars lead in GANNONDORF'S MOTHER, 45. The three women stop and Brutal Guard pushes his mother to her knees.

GANNONDORF
Koume and Kotake say you've been having secret talks about joining the war in Hyrule with some of the Gerudos, is this correct?

GANNONDORF'S MOTHER
Y... yes, your majesty. They need our help. The Royal family are our allies.

KOUME
EXACTLY! So why should we risk our own lives?

KOTAKE
The Royal family believes we swear allegiance to them already. Well hide out
(more)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

KOTAKE (CONT'D)
here safely in the Spirit Temple until the war is over.

KOUME
Then the Gerudos can return to the fortress and we can resume training our young king.

GANNONDORF'S MOTHER
But if they don't see the Gerudos helping them fight, it won't look well for us. The Sheikah are dieing!

GANNONDORF
Then let them die if they so choose. It just means less resistance for when I begin the reign over Hyrule like Koume and Kotake promised.

GANNONDORF'S MOTHER
(begging)
Son, your highness, you need to understand--

KOUME & KOTAKE
ENOUGH!

KOTAKE
The king's decision is final!

KOUME
Your secret meetings against the king's orders are treachery.

Kotake
As such, you will be sentenced to death.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

Koume and Kotake raise their hands, a red and blue (respectively) glowing from their hands. Guard 1 behind Gannondorf's mother steps forward.

TIMID GUARD
Wait!

Silence falls as Koume and Kotake lower their hands, dispelling their magic.

GANNONDORF
Is there a problem?

TIMID GUARD
It's just that... your highness... she's your mother. And she hasn't really done anything wrong.

GANNONDORF
Are you asking me to spare her?

TIMID GUARD
Y... yes... your majesty.

GANNONDORF
(beat)
Very well.

Gannondorf rises and walks to the three women. He pulls a scimitar from the holster of the guard and faces his mother.

GANNONDORF

This woman just offered her life for yours.
(hands her
scimitar)
Now take it from her.

His mother considered the scimitar for a moment. Suddenly, she swings at the king. Swiftly and skillfully, the Brutal Guard knocks the scimitar out of her hand and runs her through. Her corpse falls to the ground with a THUD as Brutal Guard withdraws her blade, chuckling softly. Gannondorf hasn't flinched.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

GANNONDORF
(delighted)
Poor mother.

KOTAKE
Koume and I are your mother now, Gannondorf.

KOUME
Right, Kotake. Now let us take care of this insolent guard.

Koume raises her hand to charge a fire spell.

KOTAKE
Wait, Koume, let Gannondorf have the honor.

The fire in Koume's hand dies. Gannondorf gives a wicked, pleased smile and steps in front of Timid Guard. He lifts his hand which becomes engulfed in a black light.

GANNONDORF
Say hello to mummy.

He throws the spell forward with a CRASH--

SMASH CUT:

EXT. HYRULE FIELD – MIDNIGHT

Lightning CRASHES and rain POURS on the battlefield. After the title card, a weary LINK'S MOTHER, 38 carrying her infant son, LINK on horseback gallops violently through the war zone.

BEGIN OPENING TITLES

Skillfully, Link's mother maneuvers past BATTLING Hylians, Sheikah, and Zoras. Gorons ROLL around the field, DROPPING BOMBS that explode in loud BLASTS. The camera cranes to give birds-eye views of various landscapes as the horse and its riders go past.

Finally, the horse STOPS at the edge of large forest, the trees to narrow for a horse to gallop through quickly. Link's mother continues on foot, WEAVING rapidly through the trees.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

EXT. KOKIRI VILLAGE – MIDNIGHT – CONTINUOUS ACTION

As she enters the village, her pace slows to a walk. The buildings in the village are large, hollow trees with doors and windows, but also tree houses with bridges connecting them. The atmosphere is littered with glowing bugs. Link's mother observes her surroundings as she walks through while the Kokiri, children garbed in green, watch curiously.

KOKIRI
(whispering)
It's an adult! Who's that woman? How did she get in? She has a baby! What's she doing here?

Kokiri begin to descend and exit the trees and follow the woman as she makes her way to the meadow of the GREAT DEKU TREE, a grand and ancient tree with a wise and kind face. The tree stirs.

GREAT DEKU TREE
You are unwell, child.

LINK'S MOTHER
I... I am. And I'm not one of the forest children, sir. I am Hylian.

GREAT DEKU TREE
There are few alive who are not children to me. But the Kokiri are my children.

LINK'S MOTHER
Your grace, I'm here because...

GREAT DEKU TREE
I know why you are here, child. The wise Faore spoke to me in a dream and told me of a dying woman who would bring her child to my forest, and that I shall grant the child haven.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

LINK'S MOTHER
It was Nayru who asked me to bring him here, and promised us protection on our journey.

GREAT DEKU TREE
Then we must assume destiny is at play. And we must equally assume the powerful Din has spoken with another. Until this destiny unfolds, Children, take this boy and nurse him. Give give his mother a bed so that she may die peacefully.

A boy and girl step forward, the boy taking the baby from his mother's arms, and the girl taking the mother's hand. As the boy is taken from his mother, he begins to whine and reaches for her to take him back.

LINK'S MOTHER
Don't worry, Link, you're in good hands now. The Great Deku Tree and and the Goddesses will look after you.

FADE OUT

GREAT DEKU TREE
As the darkness approaches, let us hope the Goddesses are looking after us all.

Please, do laugh at me. Laugh hard and laugh good.

2011-06-17T12:40:00.000-07:00

Oh, hello again.

So, I've only ever told Hexacordal this (because I knew I could basically tell him anything without fear of judgement), but several years ago I developed a 20 or 30-something page document outlining a detailed idea for a Harry Potter... MMORPG. And then I mailed it to WB hoping they would AT LEAST acknowledge there was a market for it and a lot of potential.

I've only just decided to say it because of some of the speculation about whatever Pottermore is is that it could be a Harry Potter MMORPG. Now, I doubt they took my idea on board (it was pretty stupid), but the whole point of it was to show them that there was a genuine interest in it and there was a lot that could be done.

Now, I did this so long ago that I've dealt with how embarrassing it was that I spent about a week or two developing and idea so geeky, and I wanted to share.

This is a mock screenshot of the game I made using Microsoft paint and The Sims 2. These two students are MEANT to be in Flitwick's classroom. Something I was keen on in my letter was that the Hogwarts in the game resemble exactly the Hogwarts from the Order of the Phoenix/Half-Blood Prince video games because it was complete to the best specifications of both the books and the movies.

...I'll just go ahead and admit I'd played the games. Yes, they sucked, but I mostly just liked roaming around Hogwarts and casting spells. In fact they were so lame, I developed a 20 or 30-something page letter detailing a GOOD game.

This is the main interface and all the expanded options. In order:

1. Spells

Full Spell Lists
Duel Spells
Practical Spells
Spell Power (spells would be be like individual skills up to level 10, that grow better the more they're used)

2. Inventory
3. Skills

Skills (including Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Fitness, Wizarding, ect.)
Accomplishments (including grades, achievements, O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. scores, house points earned, ect.)
Game Data (details how much of the game has been "completed")
Quidditch Skills

4. Equipment

Worn Equipment
Equipment Stats

5. Community

Friends List
Friend Requests
Blocked users

6. Quests

Quests
Awards (awards from quests and minisquests, also includes house cup, quidditch cup, special services to the school, etc.)

7. Folios

Folio Universitas (Famous Witches and Wizard card collection)
Folio Bruti (Magical creature list)
Folio Magi (Spell list, but with more detailed information)

8. Options

Logout
Game Options
Report Abuse

9. Wizard Radio

Game Music (collection of background music orchestrated within the game)
Wizard Wireless Network (a customizable radio. I had an idea that Wrock bands would have a place on the website where players could buy their music and it would automatically be added to their ingame Biblio Carmen. I also had an idea that fansites that did podcasts could record little radio-like snippets to play in-between the songs.)
Biblio Carmen (collection of bought music. Music can be played manually here, but is randomized on the WWN)

Image s3p4a (far left) is the "Life" interface. It includes Stamina, Run enegy, and Wand Durability (also represented by the three bars in Image s3p4b and Run was toggled by the icon in Image s3p4c).

It also included things like Hunger, Bladder, Fatigue, and Hygiene as well as a "senses meter" because as much as I wanted it to be a video game, I also wanted it to be a life simulator. This was also because their are certain spells that affect these things that would otherwise only have representation in duels.

Image s3p3b is the toggle between the chat box scroller and the chat effects bar.
This picture is of the map icons. All players would have access to the Wizard's Atlas, but players can also find the Marauder's Map, which is more detailed. Image s3p7b opens up the minimap which is closed with Image s3p7c. But Image s3p7d enlarges the map to fullscreen so the player can explore it.

This is a picture I made (once again, with the aid of The Sims 2) to show the House Building interface. I thought it was really important that players get houses they could customize that would be shared with other players on the account. Because of this, I thought it would be best if houses come with default furniture arrangements and the furniture itself would have different patterns. Though, thinking about it now, it would probably just be best if every player on the account have their own house and furniture could be arranged freely.

Another Sims 2 developed screenshot, this time in Diagon Alley, which would serve as the player's Tutorial. It also features a left-aligned interface with ideas I had for skills.

Quidditch would be an important minigame, I felt. As fun as the Quidditch World Cup videogame was (YES I OWN IT, I REALLY CAN'T GET ANY MORE DORKY AT THIS POINT ANYWAY), it wasn't really a "Team" game. This was made just with a screenshot from the QWC videogame, but it works, no? (Lol, look at me asking you a question. Like you've actually read this far.)

So this is basically what I sent to WB. But even this isn't even HALF of what I once did. I once had little icons for ALL the spells, and had ALL the interfaces. I had maps and everything. It, of course, was a MUCH MUCH worse idea back then, even considering this. But I lost all of this during the great computer crash of '05. But enjoy these surviving tidbits.

Rune spells that would empower certain spells (my niece decided she wanted to draw on this while I was babysitting. That'll teach me for sleeping on the job):

And the Forbidden Forest, where players could duel one another for loot, and also fight magical creatures and boss monsters like Fluffy and Aragog (this was pre-Half Blood Prince. Yeah, that long ago).

Music Connections

2009-11-16T19:00:00.000-08:00

Certain songs tend to remind me of certain videogames due to listening to that song on repeat whilst playing said videogame. It’s surprising how vividly I’m able to remember playing the videogame just by listening to the song, as I’m usually able to break down what part of the videogame I was at. Three examples that come to mind are:

Imogen Heap’s “Hide and Seek” reminds me of The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker, specifically the part where you’re searching for Triforce Charts.
“Flagpole Sitta” reminds me of The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, specifically the City in the Sky dungeon.
And a song by Westlife that’s even too cheesy in name alone to write down without feeling even less of a man reminds me of Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door, specifically the whole damn thing.

Didn’t say I was proud of all of them.

Ghost Music

2009-10-12T08:05:00.000-07:00

So a while back, I started watching this series based on the Arthurian legend online. Unfortunately, instead of doing the smart thing and checking YouTube for episodes, I decided to go ahead and just use Google.

Apparently, my computer picked some viruses up from the video-sharing-websites-that-weren’t-actually-video-sharing-websites (I never should have removed Norton! I’m also blaming Firefox because the one time I decide to use it I happen to pick up a shit load of viruses can’t be a coincidence). I think this was sometime after I decided to start watching Heroes so this was during the period when everyone decided to stop talking to me at once so this was pretty much kicking me while I was down.

Known Problems:
Computer randomly locks up
Ghost music
Google Glitches
Search Engine result links redirect me to other (probably harmful) websites
Strange search results in Google toolbar
Annoying taskbar icon

Computer randomly locks up
This has been the most frustrating for me. For apparently no reason, my computer will completely freeze and I’ll be forced to manually shut my computer down. Sometimes it won’t happen for several hours (I think the record is one or two days) and sometimes it will happen right after my computer starts up again (and at least once it didn’t even finish starting up!). Though I have noticed some strange things: Skype will continue to work after my computer locks up provided I had it open and online beforehand, and Java games will still run but I won’t be able to interact with the game. Leaving Skype offline and not playing games seems help, the latter being more difficult as playing games is the best way I can subvert the disappointment of leaving Skype online.

And it locked up in the middle of me writing this and then again when I started it up, making it twice that this has happed!

Ghost music
This was the most annoying problem with my computer. At random times, my computer would start playing music and all I could do is turn my volume down and wait for it to end. This was so aggravating as it often happened in the middle of watching a video or listening to music or something. I started thinking that the music could actually be from videos as sometimes it wasn’t just music, clips of 60 Minutes and this horrible horrible crap about some New Yorker teaching Asians street-English would play. So I checked my Internet history and noticed some unusual websites. Turns out my computer has a hidden window that opens random web pages without leaving any trace on my computer except on my history so I can’t shut it down. However, I could block the websites and prevent the Ghost Music, and I haven’t had a problem with Ghost Music since.

However, I can no longer watch videos or play games in full-screen as my computer still tries to access those websites and it exists me out of full-screen. I’ve only recently learned about an hour ago that this happens every 10 minutes (10 minutes and 31 seconds to be exact).

Google Glitches
Mostly minor, for example, search results appear in a larger font. There have been times when Google doesn’t even load which was inconvenient.

Search Engine result links redirect me to other (probably harmful) websites
Also pretty minor. I managed to circumvent this by opening the links in a new tab. However, in Firefox, opening it in a different tab still doesn’t take me to the page I want. Interestingly, only administrator accounts have Google problems while limited accounts are completely unaffected.

Strange search results in Google toolbar
Minor, unless someone gets curious as to what I search for on Google. Some memorable results include: Oompa-Loompa, Genital piercings, and carpark sex. Luckily, this seems to have been fixed several months ago.

Annoying taskbar icon
There’s this little red icon on my taskbar (that appears along with the skype icon and date) that tells me “You’re computer is infected! Click here to download anti-virus software to rid your computer of malware!” Then, by clicking on it, it automatically downloads this software called “Home Antivirus 2010” which is NOT antivirus software. It’s, in fact, a virus itself. Exiting out will only make it pop-up again in 2 more seconds and the only way to get rid of it is to hide it.

Spyware Doctor (one of the many anti-virus programs that only tell me what viruses I have but refuses to remove any of them until I pay) has shown that I have over 100 infections. One of the infections is this file called braviax.exe that I’ve deleted manually many times but it still comes back. I'm hoping my computer will just fix itself at this point.

I think this is as good a place as any to stop. I really have nothing else to include... END.

Walk

2009-09-12T17:59:00.000-07:00

I just took a walk up to my old High School. It was pretty much the same as it use to be except it was darker, I wasn't carrying a book bag that weighed more than me, it wasn't because my parents forgot to pick me up, and I didn't have a wedgie.

Sometimes...

2009-07-30T18:41:00.001-07:00

SNOGGING!

2009-07-19T17:17:00.000-07:00

"What do they call kissing on Harry Potter?"
"Snogging?"
"SNOGGING!"

So, snogging is officially coined by Harry Potter now.

I still have a difficult time believing that Harry Potter is the only knowledge of foreign culture most Americans have. Some probably think that all British people can do magic and go to Hogwarts and ARE WITCHCRAFT-PRACTICING SATAN SPAWN! Mind, these are the same people who worship FOX News and Miley Cyrus and are too scared to swear because they'll be damned to hell for all eternity.

10 minuets later...
"Snuggles."
"Snoggles. It's 'snoggle' isn't it?"

I give up.

2009-07-14T07:54:00.000-07:00

I've lost.
I can't win.
It's over.

TFLN

2009-06-08T01:59:00.000-07:00

Last night, paisleypower30 introduced me to this great website which is apparently a collection of txt messages, mostly made whilst drunk or before/after/during a party/sex (Yes. Even during sex.). I don’t want to spam Twitter with them so I’ll just post all my favorites here.

(This is a mix of sex jokes, fart jokes, and smart jokes. So something for everyone.)

(603): I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.

(415): Tell LD happy birthday and party like it's $19.99
(415): Recession joke.

(510): he was wearing sponge bob boxers. Guess how long he lasted.

(719): I was just walking through Burbank and saw a hobo using solar panels on his shopping cart. We must be in trouble if the hobos are researching alternative sources of fuel...

(815): I met the nicest Tranny last night. He/She loves Cheetos.

(804): it was terrible. i could've done a better job by myself.

(212): yesterday i saw a blind man guiding himself into a NYC tour bus... and i thought i waste money

(703): he started yelling "this is my pussy" mid thrust

(254): I am coming home for anal
(254): * a nap*

(847): I just tried to drunkenly fart the beat of Disturbia by Rihanna

(253): Dude, we have the same penis size. Best friends for life.

(480): The producers of Marley and Me owe me about $5 million. That's the dollar amount of embarrassment compensation required for making a 24-year-old male cry publicly on an airplane while sitting in the middle seat between a gorgeous babe and a guy with a do-rag

(250): This is the worst date ever. Pls kill me. No, wait, scratch that, stick to the original plan of killing Paris Hilton, I'll live though this

(610): Will you still be my friend if I read and enjoyed Twilight?
(570): No

(440): I wish Morgan Freeman narrated my life.

(256): I just spent an hour correcting all the grammar and spelling of all the 2pac songs on my ipod

(415): How fat would you say she has to be before I can consider this a threesome

(818): I can only speak casual parseltoungue, im not bad though. just the general, "wheres the bathroom?" "open the chamber of secrets" that type of stuff

(678): apparently farting at a cop is considered assault.

(813): I'm fucking your sister right now.
(1-813): You motherfucker
(813): She's next.

(330): I just had to have my mom look at my penis to figure out what it was. How do you think my day is going?

(845): I would fuck her until my dick fell off. then i would fuck her with your dick.

(802): that speech was about as successful as her performance in twilight

(308): I just walked in on my mom and dad......It wasn't my dad

(913): I hope I'm pregnant just to spite you.

(847): I accidentally had sex with my boyfriend's twin last night...and he didn't stop me.
(1-847): How was it?
(847): Fantastic, but that's not the point.

(281): How do you jack off and text at the same time?
(1-281): On my iPhone they have an app for that

(510): I got a call from 999 999 9999. I didn't answer it because I was too busy freaking out about the number.
(1-510): It was probably Jesus.
(510): I feel like he would have left a message.

Profound

2009-05-27T13:05:00.000-07:00

PROFOUND!

That was the word I kept trying to figure out. It was at the back of my mind but I just couldn’t bring it to surface. I hate when that happens. I was trying to describe something and I kept wanting to say “prolific” because the prefixes are similar and I heard the word used several times by my creative writing teacher, but it wouldn’t accurately describe it as I intended. It finally bugged me so much I eventually went digging through thesaurus.com but it just emerged into my head without even finding it on the Internet.

Another example of this is “collateral” which is a word I wanted to use long ago but couldn’t think of it. I’d only recently heard it on a movie that was playing on television with Hillary Duff and realized “OH! It was COLLATERAL!” even though it really wasn’t pertinent anymore, but it was nice to know.

So now I can rest assured that from a vocabulary standpoint, I’m completely prepared to criticize... something, should my criticism ever be required.

P.S. Hillary Duff was more fit when she was pudgy. Sometimes, having a little extra weight is a good thing. Well, maybe pudgy isn’t the right word, but less... skeletal.

Here's a picture from a blog I was planning that never really worked out. It's a rendering of a playground I use to play on as a child that was eventually taken down because it was too hazardous. And, looking back, it really was. It looked like they stole it from Auschwitz, if you could imagine there being a playground at Auschwitz.

My Dream

2009-05-17T07:36:00.000-07:00

I don't think I've done this already, so I think I'm going to blog the dream I had last night. This isn't as great as some of the other dreams I have, but it's the only one were I feel fine writing everything exactly as I remembered it. Also, there aren't any YouTubers unless they were the people in my family who took the place of actual family members.

So, as far back as I can remember, my family were staying with either a cruel. disabled version of my uncle, or a really bitter Professor Xavier from X-men in a really nice cabin. But we were being kicked out and had to collect all of our stuff except (for some reason) our family pictures/photos/portraits which we just left sitting around the cabin in stacks.

So after we were in the van and driving off, I kept forgetting stuff (notably- my book bag) at the cabin and wanted to go get them but couldn't because we didn't want to rick running into my uncle/Xavier (but I do think I snuck in once and either retrieved my lost items or realised I didn't lose it after all). Also, I think the world was ending.

So in the midst of this, in a very American fashion, we decide that it's time for us to eat. But every restaurant is closed except this this place down by the lake which is a restaurant on a small boat. We were pretty much alone on the boat except for David Mitchell who was sitting at the bow. But it turns out only half of the fun of the boat was dining, the other half was a thriller roller coaster.

So as the boat is on the water, it starts heading to shore where it drove onto some roller coaster tracks. Now, the roller coaster was fairly short, about the length of a children's ride except for two or three loops near the end, and it was slow as well. And as we rode, there were monitors along the side of the tracks that were meant to depict a person's worst fear, and in the case that David Mitchell was at the front, they were his fears.

His fears were interesting. I think the dream's inspiration for his fear was a comment Frankie Boyle made on Would I Lie To You where he said that David wouldn't be at an amusement park unless he was doing a documentary about the horrors of modern life. And that' what the monitors shown, modern life. Except for the last monitor where David was being killed by the woman for Carrie. At least I think it was the woman from Carrie. I've never seen that film, but I have seen the adverts for it on youtube with the red woman, and the woman who killed him was entirely red as well.

And that was it, as far as I can remember.

And like this? I stayed up last night playing the Sims 2 for 5 hours to build it.

Interests

2009-05-07T08:03:00.000-07:00

It’s often been my misfortune to be generalized by my interests.

For instance, it’s no surprise that I have a slightly over-active interest in the UK (well, I wouldn’t say an interest in the location itself. It just happens that a majority of the things I am interested in are in that part of the world, though I have went on to pick up on current affairs and such because of it. But now isn’t the time to dispute this). But that doesn’t mean that my eldest sister presenting me with a blank postcard with a picture of London will prompt an ecstatic outburst as she expects. Being handed a small picture of a place I hope to one day visit isn’t really as great as a gift as one might think (and really, it wasn’t a gift. She found it at the bottom of a box full of old pictures). In that circumstance, I was more insulted by the gesture as (with her currently in debt to me totaling around about the cost of a plane ticket to London) the piece of paper she had extended to me was a reminder that the only paper I wanted her to hand me is like a postcard with a picture of London, only slightly smaller, green, brandishing Ben Franklin’s face, marked with “100” in each corner, and presented sixfold so I can actually fucking go to the place indicated on the postcard.

When I had, once upon a time, made the mistake of allowing my father to preview a video I had made for YouTube, it came to pass that whenever he had been asked the question “what is your son up to nowadays?” the answer, subsequently, became “he’s been making music videos and posting them on the internet” (though that was edited for grammar purposes. If you’d like, try placing in the sentence the expression “ain’t,” some double negatives, and the word “shit” several time in a random and unnecessary manner which makes no logical sense in the structure of the sentence, then imagine it being said in a heavy southern accent. That is what a conversation with my father is like). In actuality, I barely make videos, let alone distribute them frequently enough for me to be defined as a video maker. But having opened up to my father that one part of my life, he then saw me only as his son – the video maker (which was a nice step up from his son – the disappointment).

My last example, during the part of my life where I was still reading the Harry Potter series (as opposed to now, when it finished), someone had thought it would be totally appropriate to give me as a Christmas present a pair of plastic, lenseless spectacles and a glow-in-the-dark wand. By reading a book, that in no way implies I would find that dressing up as the main character would be a fun way to spend my afternoon (though I can’t say I’ve never pointed my finger at a locked door and said under my breath “alohamora” or built a model Hogwarts with the Sims 2. But there are limits). I managed a mere smile and a “lets never speak of this again” glance, then buried the present in the garden. I wouldn’t even say an “it’s the thought that counts” would be fair to apply here as they bought it with some spare change in a bin and the person who bought it is a real asshole.

So what is it that makes my eldest sister see me only (and to be fair, most appropriately) as the anglophile (Yeah, there’s actually a word for it! Imagine my surprise), to my father as his son – the video maker, and to a twat as the Harry Potter nerd? I think it’s because people tend to take little notice to people other than a few key words which can sum them up unless the person being described is a particular person of interest like a well-accomplished actor or a peculiar person in a position of power who is under constant fire and even the smallest amount of information about them is taken under scrutiny like the president. But what my eldest sister needs to understand is that I’m not just an anglophile, I’m also a video maker and a Harry Potter nerd. And that aside, people don’t seem to recognize me for the things that more appropriately describe me like the writer or the Zelda freak or the creative and clever thinker who, due to his slothful nature, is not very prolific, and far more beyond that.

On a side note, I intend to make a video later this weekend or next week, depending on whether or not I can be arsed.

Purging of Unnessisary Restraints

2009-04-21T14:57:00.001-07:00

With all the constant talk of Nerimon purging his internet life of distractions and things that were holding him back, I've decided I should probably do some cleansing as well.

So I unsubscribed from Smosh.

And WOW if feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders!

Talk Time Lord to Me, Bitch

2009-04-11T23:04:00.000-07:00

I think we're at that point where I'm completely out of blog ideas so I've decided to post a mildly amusing conversation I had with Tara over Skype. Pardon the recent trend of sexy blogs.

[1:32:25 AM] Minish: Right. So, I get to be The Doctor and you get to be Rose.
[1:32:38 AM] TGal227: oh baby, will you let me play with your sonic screwdriver?
[1:32:45 AM] Minish: Wait, should I be the 9th doctor or the 10th doctor?
[1:33:36 AM] TGal227: 10th.
[1:33:49 AM] Minish: Okay, good.
[1:34:03 AM] Minish: If I were the 9th, I would have to leave before anything actually happens
[1:34:36 AM] TGal227: you also wouldn't be as cool.
[1:34:53 AM] Minish: "How about we hop inside the TARDIS and travel at the speed of light."
[1:35:43 AM] Minish: Was that any good?
[1:36:01 AM] Minish: I'm new to this whole sci-fi innuendo internet sex stuff
[1:36:25 AM] TGal227: that was fantastic!
[1:36:38 AM] TGal227: I'm sure if I knew Doctor Who better, I could come up with some very witty stuff.
[1:37:05 AM] TGal227: like, "Oh baby, talk Dalek to me"
[1:37:35 AM] Minish: "I will EXPERMINATE! all over your tits."
[1:38:02 AM] TGal227: LMAO!!!
[1:38:23 AM] TGal227: Your pants are just like the TARDIS- it's bigger on the inside.
[1:38:47 AM] Minish: I really didn't know how to use that appropriately
[1:39:10 AM] Minish: I was going to make an anal sex innuendo, but "Your arse is bigger on the inside" is really quite a cause for concern
[1:39:33 AM] Minish: I think I might post some of this in my blog
[1:39:44 AM] Minish: If that's alright with you
[1:39:50 AM] TGal227: yes, it's very alright with me.
[1:40:09 AM] TGal227: this conversation deserves to be read by many.

I've got some sexy poems for you.

2009-03-10T16:49:00.000-07:00

The assignment was to pair up in teams and one of the team members (me) would write a poem then the other member (my friend Jessie who you might remember from my “A Day In The Life Of Minish” video) would write a reply to the poem in poem form.

I thought it would be funny (though I may have been wrong, after some re-evaluation) to do the poems in the form of personal adds on the internet. I would be writing as if I were an arrogant hunk-type guy, then Jesse would reply as with what an actual response from an actual woman who would be so lonely that she spends her time looking for love on the internet would be like.

Now, the poem itself isn’t all that funny, but situationally, it could be quite humorous. Keep in mind that these are poems that we turned in as a class assignment to our English teacher who was likely in her 60’s or 70’s.

My poem:

Across the land, women swoon
For I’m the man they wish to spoon
Six foot-nine, shoulders broad
Wavy locks; a lucky sod

Smile sends the skies ablaze
Eyes put women in a daze
Listless from the restless nights1
Skin refined in city lights2

Cheeky boy seeks willing girl
In due course, love will unfurl
Join me in a lover’s dance3
I can’t control what’s in my pants45

1Lots of drugs and sex and partying
2No idea what this line means, just needed a rhyme
3Sex
4His penis
5At the end of this line, the teacher wrote “This is totally inappropriate” and that was it! I still got full marks. Coolest elderly teacher ever.

Jessie’s response poem (that I heavily edited, by the way):

From your letter, I can tell you’re quite the man
But I am quite a unique woman
My name is Bertha and my weight is four-oh-three1
But that means more to love of me

I’m simply the best choice in town
Though you can’t fit your arms around
I’m in search of a new mate
My last one lost under my weight

Do not worry, don’t be afraid
You can be dirty; I’ll be your maid2
If you, my dear, give me a shot,
I will show you what [I’ve] got.

I might have to use a livestock scale3
And my dress might be a boat sail4
If you just give me a chance, and don’t be mean,
I’ll show you lovin’ you’ve never seen.

1403. She’s fat.
2Roleplay
34I kept these lines the same because I pretty much edited the hell out of everything else and wanted to keep some of his original writing in.

Tell me if you're interested in more because I think I have a poem about a man who kills himself because he found out his one-night-stand had a penis which I also turned into a teacher lying about.

At this point, I would like to apologise to everyone who read this blog expecting entertainment. Sorry. I'll try harder next time.

A Confusing Blog With a Happy Ending

2009-02-28T20:24:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I forget how small I am.

When I’m at the computer, I feel like a window has opened up and I’m able to see the whole world.

I’m able to see other countries, talk to people who live on the opposite side of an ocean, and hear the thoughts that the world is thinking, instead of the closed-minded hillbilly bullshit I’m forced to put up with every day.

Every so often, my perspective soon gets snapped back into reality and I see of the wall in front of me, not a window, but the barrier from the toilet and the pile of clothes that never seemed to be washed on the opposite side.

Edit: At this point, I've lost my train of thought

I’m no more than an ordinary human, cramped inside a small room, cramped inside a small apartment, cramped inside a small town, inside a state, inside a country, inside a planet. My room is the only place I matter.

Within my room, the population is 1. Within my apartment, the population is 3. Within my town, the population is 1,411. Within my state, the population is 9,222,414. Within my country, the population is 305,899,000. Within the world, the population is 6,710,926,117.

But the thing is, I don’t care if 6,710,926,115 people don’t care about me. I don’t want constant attention. I just... want to feel needed. I want to feel necessary. I want to know that if it weren’t for me, someone’s life wouldn’t be nearly as good. I just need one person. One person who needs me... one person who needs me as much as I need them.

I have a lot of people. A lot of people make me happy. A lot of people I can talk to about almost anything. A lot of people make my life significantly better. I don’t need a lot of people, but I have a lot of people. But none of these people... need me. None of these people are my one person. All of these people have their own one person.

So I try to make everyone happy. I try to make as much impact on everyone’s life I can so that I can just matter, even a little bit. I want to know that because I’m alive, someone else is a little bit better off. But it’s really hard to do this when everyone who I’ve built a relationship with is $600 away.

I’ve honestly lost all sight of where I was going with this. There was going to be a happy ending, but I seem to have gotten lost in my own thoughts and turned slightly philosophical. This wasn’t meant to be an unhappy blog. (This is why I have a lack of pictures. I had no idea where I was going.) Let me sum this up in a happy way:

I have a lot more people that I love now than I ever thought I would. Even though I can sometimes feel like the smallest doll in a Russian Doll set, I have lots of other dolls to play with and I don’t feel so small. Though someday I hope to find my one person, I’ll do my best, no matter the circumstances, to aid anyone who needs it.

Though my life isn’t great, though I’m not that important, though I’m oftentimes depressed, I’m still happy and I’m sure things will get better.

Also, I’ve been getting better socially. I’ve been going out more and dealing with more people and it turns out, they’re not all that bad. I even went to the Post Office a few days ago, and even though I kept messing up the addressing and they gave me weird looks when I told them what I was sending, it really wasn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be.

If you haven't noticed, I have Social Anxiety

2009-02-15T08:32:00.000-08:00

It’s absolutely depressing how much my social anxieties affect me. For instance:

I always avoid paying at the till if I can, usually getting a family member to do it, because I’m frightened a situation will occur where I either won’t have enough money or I’m unable to buy something, or some sort of circumstance where I will not know what to do.

I never order food/go through drive thrus on my own because I’m afraid I won’t understand what someone says and I’ll cause confusion or I might do something that would offend someone, or I might take to long ordering food and anger someone.

I’ve only ever driven out of town once and that was to go to my prom alone because I assume that everyone is always judging how I drive and I don’t want to mess up and make a fool of myself. The prom bit is pretty straightforward.

As I edit videos, I judge them as another person would and that determines when and if my videos are good enough to upload.

I often plan conversations and situations in my head so that the outcome will be ideal even though they usually don’t go as planned.

I spend great lengths of time wishing to talk to a person over Skype, but worrying too much whether or not they would want to be bothered, especially by me and I usually decide it’s best not to. So if I want to talk to someone, I usually wait until they want to talk to me first.

I’m often the “follower” in any sort of relationship in the sense that if I were to take command and be, even for a second, the “leader,” it might in some way harm our friendship. I’m basically a “yes man” because I’ll pretty much do whatever you like and I won’t ask anything from you.

I spend more time than I should worrying about my appearance.

The comments I leave people are usually well thought out and crafted when in real life; I’m terrible with words. Conversations with me usually die out quickly, no one goes to me when they want a laugh, and I usually end up unintentionally offending someone.

I over think things a lot. Even if no one means harm, my mind will generate several meaning to a single sentence. I’ll see the usage of certain words to make an encouraging statement seems like a pity statement, an innocent question seem like an insult, or even kind words seem like a “fuck off.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I wish I could fix it. I’m too frightened of people and of annoying someone to talk to them. I always see myself as unimportant, the person that people talk to only when no one else is around, the guy people are stuck with but don’t choose. It was always, always very emotionally damaging for me when no one would pick me as a study partner in school or when a friend would ignore me. I suppose that’s why I try so hard, why I put so much thought and effort into a friendship; because I’m sick off being passed over for someone better. I want to be someone’s choice every time, without them even having to think about it. But I don’t know how to do that.

I need to stop playing games I cannot win

2009-02-13T06:38:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I started playing Onslaught. It’s really addicting but it’s nothing but a load of disappointment. So I’m actually wasting my life acknowledging that I will end up disappointed. The game is about protecting Area 51 from a hoard of aliens. Problem is, only ten very skinny people work in Area 51, and there are thousands of aliens.

The best score I got was 860 kills on easy. At the time, I thought that was amazing! I was really proud of myself! Then Dave decides to get all Doctor Who on their asses and get 4000 kills on medium and I felt like a loser. I don’t know why I bother... but I can’t stop playing.

The worst part is, in my opinion, that the game is only 1 player. When wasting my life, I feel a little bit less pathetic when I’m wasting it with other people. Plus, I never really got the chance to interact with people being that we are each seperated by several hundred miles, and I think that's why I liked iminlikewithyou so much. Though, even when we still were addicted to iminlikewithyou, I rarely got that chance.

Well... back to sucking at video games.

A Blog for People Who Lack Effort

2009-02-11T07:34:00.000-08:00

My last blog was rather long and therefore few people read it. I mean, I barely even proofread it! So here’s a blog for people who don't like to waste their time reading! And it has pictures! Ooh, pictures!

The first thing I did this morning was talk to Sophie over Skype, which I think is a damn good way to start my day! I love talking to Sophie, she always makes me feel better anytime I feel down.

After that, Pav and me also started talking on Skype. I haven’t really talked to Pav since I was kicked out of the group chat, and I was kind of worried that things were awkward between us, but we were fine. And I'm glad. Pav's a good laugh ^_^

For some reason, he decided that he would talk to me and take a wee at the same time, which didn’t bother me. I’ve imagined him doing much worse... like listening to Britney Spears. Talentless bitch. She makes me want to burn old people.

Mostly, we talked about how I’ve kept my name a secret. I know some of you are going to think it’s silly, but I’m not ready to reveal all right now. I’d rather everyone know me as Minish (which is a Zelda reference, and if you didn’t understand that, you fail).

I don’t plan on keeping my name secret forever. I do intend on telling you all, and hopefully it will be when and if I meet you. And I do intend on meeting you. Right now, I’ve only told 3 people my name, but 4 people know. The three I’ve told promised to not tell anyone, and I’m grateful for that. I feel like I have a special connection with those people because of my name. They’re probably some of my best friends on YouTube (not to be selective. There are others!). And when I tell people as I meet them, it will, in some ways, be even more special.

LOVE AND STUFF!

If You Actually Read My Blog... HERE'S ONE!

2009-02-09T22:11:00.000-08:00

I FAIL AT INSPIRATION!

I recently tried writing a song. Well... I didn’t get past the first verse and even then I had no idea what it was about. I tried turning it into a poem but I still couldn’t think of any ideas. I’m trying to write a story but I can’t find any new ways to carry along the storyline because I don’t have enough attention to the small things in the story that is important in it’s simplicity but also how to tie the major parts so that past events have led up to it and how it will affect future events. I love writing, but I suppose I’d be a better editor or co-writer.

But my lack of inspiration also haunts me on YouTube. I’m never able to make videos because, since nothing interesting ever happens in my life, I never get any artistic inspiration. I can also never post blogs because I can never think of anything interesting I can stretch out to both pass for a blog and not just a blurb but at the same time not be too long so much that no one would be arsed to read it as no one likes me enough to waste so much of their life on me whinging about how much I fail like this mess (and though I’m ashamed to say it, my short attention span causes me to hold off long blogs and even videos for a while, and sometimes I even ignore them all together). I may have subconsciously made this blog too long as that no one would read it. For some reason, I’ve turned emo by the end of the blog.

That’s always been a big problem with me; what other people think. You may have noticed I’m quite critical of myself. I think that the more faults I find in myself, the less it hurts when they’re pointed out to me, even in a hateful way. But when they’re not pointed out, I don’t start to think that I might have been wrong, I just assume that people are too nice to point them out, even if that may not be the case.

There’s a video that I like to watch to make me feel better. It always gives me a laugh and gives me hope that I might find a friend like Jermaine.

Not that I don’t have great friends, because I do! You’re all wonderful (even if you’re not reading, which you probably aren’t). But I’ve never had a best friend. I’ve had friends that were significantly better than others, but I’ve never had a friend who would do anything to make me feel better, someone to talk to just because they wanted to talk to someone and I stood out to them, someone who saw no faults in me, someone who would never get angry with me, someone who could trust me with anything, someone who shared my humor, someone who shared my views on life, the world, people, etc. but at the same time we had different views on which we could have friendly discussions. In essence, someone whose life I make significantly better just by existing.

How I got from my inability to write a song to my lack of companionship, I'll never know.

No skype... but here's my list!

2009-01-06T17:37:00.000-08:00

I don't have a skype, but I thought it would be nice to write a blog people will actually read so I made this list without one. And, even if I did have one, it probably wouldn't feature many people anyway. This list includes people I'm both a fan of and my subscribers.

-You made me fall in love with YouTube and I one day aspire to be like you in nearly every way.

-You've been watching my videos for longer than anyone I remember and I automatically assume my video is crap unless you comment ^_^

-I've always held you on a pedistal and sometimes I think that goes to your head. I still love you though.

-I regret ever being excited when I saw you sent me a friend request.

-I really only subscribed to you because everyone esle was, then after watching your videos, I saw why. But I really don't understand the crazyness.

-You're one of the few people who actually get excited to see me, and I love you =) But you still have some growing up to do.

-You subscribed to me after you saw me posting comments in a blogTV chat and you have no idea how great that makes me feel =D

-I'm not certain how I found out about you, I'm just glad I did. You're one of the coolest, most intelligent, kindest person I know, and your R's are adorable.

-MAKE MORE VIDEOS DAMN YOU!

-You treat people like they're either your friend or they don't matter and I'd rather be your friend, even though I don't agree with you.

-You treat people like they're either your friend or they don't matter and I'd rather be your friend, even though I don't agree with you. And I'm pretty certain you're in the closet.

-I have no idea what your feelings toward me are but I think you're pretty okay :)

-You are incredibly smart, cool, and mature for your age and I'm glad to know you.

-You made Christmas possible last year, and I'll always be greatful <3

-I've never seen you in videos, I've only see you not-talking on BlogTV and already, you're one of my favorite people ever.

-You responded to one of my tweets, and I now conciter you one of my closest friends (though we aren't really that close, my point still stands).

-You make me want to learn the Ukulele and I'm upset I will never be able to meet you.

-You have met every person I would like to meet, and I live in the same country as you. If I never meet you, I will have not truely lived.

-I think you look like Tom from McFly. I'm the only person who sees this.

-You are amazing and wonderful and I love you and I seriously wish they would put you on the tube.

-I wish you didn't leave YouTube. I really liked your videos and I hoped we could have become freinds. =(

-I'm only still subscribed to you because I hate unsubscribing from people.

-You were friends with someone I liked so I started to like you. Then I started to REALLY like you. Then you subscribed to me. Then we talked a little. Then out of nowhere, you unsubscribed and forgot all about me. I still love you, but it still hurts to see that you're happy without me.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I don't watch your videos as often as I'd like to.

-I still want to make babies with you, you sexy ginger fuck.

-I think you're infallible. If you killed a man, I would help you hide the body. If the whole of YouTube turned agaisnt you, I would stick up for you. I sometimes have to excersise restrain from looking like a stalker but I'm not, I just fucking love you.

-I'm so happy that you're all so smart =)

-I fangirl every time you show me any attention <3

-You two are the most underrated people on YouTube and deserve more subscribers. You're like SteAndKel except you're BOTH amazing and funny and great people.

-You're the reason I don't tell anyone my real name.

-At first I didn't like you but I had more respect than to say anything about it. Then I realised what was happening and subscribed to you. But now I'm scared you're going to get hurt.

I'm writing a book or summat

2009-01-05T04:01:00.001-08:00

Here is the very first part of the very first chapter of my very first book. No wait, my very NINETH book. With fingers crossed, this will be my very first completed book, but my attention span an I are still not seeing eye-to-shiney object. But anyway, even though I have edited this four times, it's yet to be fully edited which I will need to have finished the whole book before I start. This (along with the rest of the chapter) was turned in for my ENTIRE final exam assignment and not only did I pass the class with flying colors (erm... flying MASCULINE colors...) but my teacher offered herself to me as my editor.

So who's up for reading some of my writing? (Please ignore my inability to create original names for Kingdoms)

Cedric slowly paced down the staircase, concentrating his best to maintain his formal stature which his tight robes made a simple task. His robes were two parts to the same outfit. There was the full robe that was red silk with silver streaks sown in no specific design. This robe was tight to the torso and allowed his legs little room to move. The second robe he wore over the first that was much looser and opened in the front like an overcoat. It was more crimson than his full robe, and had silver patterns of small circles. And to his annoyance, he wore a small gold crown in his neat brown hair that would send a cold shock through his scalp each time it came into contact with his skin.

The man walking in front of him was dressed similar to Cedric, though his robes were deep purple trimmed with gold with his violet over robe that was trimmed along the edges. His crown was much larger than Cedric’s, with several different gems in a symmetric design. Cedric rarely saw his father without this crown resting on his bare head.

On the opposite stairwell was a lovely woman with long amber hair flowing underneath her diadem. She wore an elegant blue dress laced with gold that trailed behind her, brushing the steps and creating the vision of a waterfall. She wore a pleased expression, likely the cause of seeing such a wide amount of only the most powerful nobles at the entrance to her own home.

The three of them were soon standing in front of the mass at the bottom of the steps (Cedric could connect no names to faces). His mother and father moved closer together in between the two staircases while his father raised his right hand, which, after giving a slight curtsey, his mother took gracefully with her left then strode into the room between the two stairs. Across the room, two similarly dressed monarchs, King Gregory and Queen Genevieve of Stickham, mirrored the actions of the two higher monarchs before them. From behind those two were two younger royals, Prince Luke and Lady Charlotte, who did the same.

As the last two glided between the two granite staircases, an innocent girl wearing a red dress with her blond hair tied in a bun made her way toward Cedric. She was slightly shorter than Cedric, probably around his age. Her eyes traced the stone tiles as she limply made her way to Cedric, no doubt hiding a shy smile. When she stopped abruptly at his feet he couldn’t help but chuckle. He raised his right hand as the men before him had, but unlike the predeceasing women, the girl nervously shook her head.

Prince Cedric laughed a bit in his throat, finding it quite charming that she was shy towards him. “It’ll be fine,” he whispered that the crowd would be unaware. He lowered his hand and slipped a few fingers into the fist at her side. When her hand became less tense, he placed the rest of his hand in hers and walked between the two staircases just as they were, the crowd clapping with their journey.

You had to be there

2008-12-12T23:55:00.000-08:00

I am now officially obsessed with iminlikewithyou and my favorite game is has to be Draw My Thing. I was in one game and I was on FIRE. I didn't even bother with spaces (" "). After getting a good winning streak, I decided to humorously say, "I don't waste time with spaces." But I pressed "enter" right as it was the next person's turn to draw. And their word happened to be "time." And I got the points. Win.

More recently, a person I was playing against had "Paris Hilton" as a word. All they drew was "slut" and as a joke, I guessed Paris Hilton. And I was right. Epic. Win.

Also, I was watching Johnny's Question Friday video and one of his questions was, "in which units do you measure awesome?" I've had my own units of measurement already floating around in my head and I decided to post it on this video. I've gotten two replies so far, so it must be good. Here it is (revised to fix my grammar):

"I measure Awesome in slices on a scale of 1 to 8.
I think we can all agree that pizza, cake, and pie are the most awesome things on the earth and as they are each divided into eight slices, so must awesome.

Johnny, you are certainly eight slices of awesome."

Oh, the things that amuse me

2008-12-10T22:54:00.000-08:00

I was watching the third season of MTV's "A Shot at Love" where instead of one bisexual woman looking for love in a house of both straight men and lesbian women, theres TWIN besexual women looking for love in a house of blah blah blah blah... But that's besides the point.

So one man (who is now my favorite man in the house) made the following brilliant statement:

"The lesbians look hardcore but I think she's going to need a man in the end."

I love my mind. I got it right away. And the best part, it was unintentional.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

2008-12-08T16:20:00.000-08:00

Warning: Prepare for mass name-dropping!

A few months back I was in Tom Milsom's BlogTV and in the comments section some people were doing this:

Username: <----- HOT

As a joke, and as I don't think I'm hot, I did this:

Minish: <------ luke-warm

But a MILISECOND before me, Tom posted the SAME THING (save the "-")

Then a few weeks back during YouTube live, I was in Ian's Stickam watching it with a bunch of YouTubers who were more famous than me. After it was finished, someone asked if we were dissapointed by it and I said:

"No. I expected it to be this bad."

But a MILISECOND before me, Dave posted the SAME THING (save the "this")

Then today during the release of YouToons, I posted on PJ's video:

"YouToon is the best thing to ever happen to YouTube. Period."

But not too long before me, Ed posted on the YouToons video:

"This is the best thing to happen to YouTube, ever."

So basically, STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!

I'm a poet... apparently.

2008-12-08T10:02:00.000-08:00

Back during my last semester of High School, I was taking an elective class called "Creative Writing." I love writing, which is something that I've made pretty clear about myself. One of our assignments was to write a collection of poetry. Though I only wrote one poem, I worked pretty freaking hard on it. It was a sonnet in a writing style inspired from Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 and Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales (though it might not be obvious).

When I handed in the rough draft, my teacher accused me of plagiarism which, as I didn't plagiarize it, is a pretty good compliment. Later the class was putting together a book of poetry and art from the students in the school. My teacher asked me to put my poem into the book. While looking through all the submissions, she told me how much she liked my poem. A few days later she told the hole class how much she liked my poem. When the book was published, she once again reminded me the she liked my poem, just in case I forgot.

So it's to my understanding that this is a fucking good poem. So here it is:

The words he spoke so bravely and bate
Were the words, in turn, that cut his throat.
The song he sang as she stormed off irate
Was a song for she that he had wrote.
She sobbed as she sang herself to sleep
The words that which she heard distressed her dream.
“Is it for my persistence for which I weep?“
Or is his insolence that what makes me steam?”
She knew, had she not struck his nerve, never would he have dared
Still, when their ways were met, in a row they vowed:
He spoke not a word to her (for he was scared)
She spoke not a word to him (for she was proud).
He will go on to love again. Of hers; she’ll wreck them all;
He’ll smile as he falls asleep. She’ll sleep singing his song.

I've just noticed; everything I write ends up with someone being really sad while someone else is really happy. I write what I know.

It's like vlogging... but with words!

2008-12-06T21:20:00.000-08:00

I've started up a blog because I realized I have a lot of things to say that can't be condensed into 140 characters and every time I try to make a vlog I get really tongue-tied and end up scrapping the whole thing.

Okay, here we go.

I don't think I'll be making another video until Christmas because, well, all of my AAs are dead and I'm asking for rechargeables for Christmas (because I know I'll get them -- my family is tight on money this year).

For those of you who don't know (which is everyone as I never told anyone), work a 2-hour job, three days a week (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) for $7.50 an hour. That totals out to $45.00 a week and at most $175.00 a month in a five-week month, which is not enough to pay my portion of the bills AND buy Christmas presents for EVERYONE in my family.

You may say to this, "Then quit your job and get a better paying one." Well, three problems with this. 1st, no one is hiring right now. 2nd, being anywhere near people I don't know well absolutely terrifies the shit out of me into a state of either petrifaction or nervousness-beyond-belief which really hinders me from doing well at any job involving people. And 3rd, I'm a walking disaster so I really can't stand having someone put faith in me, and I mean it, I make some sort of mistake EVERY DAY at the job I have already which is basically me messing around on the internet and occasionally running a few errands (I almost crashed the work vehicle! TWICE!).

It's not so much that I don't have a lot of money that I'm concerned about, it's the fact that I won't be able to get everyone something good for Christmas. Even though I hate most of my family, I still want this one thing. But I'm not the only person in my family having money problems. This year, my dad and his wife have decided that they would "draw names" for whom they're buying presents for this year. And they're forcing EVERYONE into it. Regardless, I still want to get everyone something. More than something. I want to get them something freaking AWESOME! Er... awesome for them, anyway.

Christmas buy-list:

Dad: Dark Knight DVD. Meh, he might like it. (Unless he's like my homophobic co-worker who's only response to me telling him Heath Ledger died was "that fag from that gay western?")
Dad's Wife: A rooster statue, preferable translucent glass. Don't ask, she's a hick, I don't like her, and this is the only thing I think she cares about. (That statement was NOT excluding my father)
Dad's Wife's Son: I'll need Amazon, but some sort of football-related thing (maybe a customized football, autographed football, or a customized part of the kit) imported from the UK, preferably something that can only be obtained in the UK. Once again, don't like him and soccer is the only thing I know he likes.
Dad's Wife's Son's Wife: Not certain. Something girly. Girls like girly things.
Eldest Sister: Something related to housekeeping. She'll appreciate it.
Youngest Sister: Something related either to home making or college.
Niece: The fucking world.

Christmas wish-list:

Rechargeable Batteries
The Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap for GBA
The Sims 2: Apartment Life
Looking for Alaska by John Green
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
Paper Towns by John Green
Tales of Beedle the Bard by J.K. Rowling
The Chronicles of Narnia complete book series by C. S. Lewis
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe DVD
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian DVD
Nintendo Wii (though it's unlikely. Erm... impossible)

Yup. I'm the only person in my family asking for books for Christmas. Say much?

Uh... yeah. A bit more than 140 characters.