Uneducated Thoughts: The Female Gives Up Politics For Lent

Hey guys.
I'm just going to start this one out by saying
I don't care.
Now, don't immediately think I have become apathetic about my life.
Or have been totally reborn as a nihilist.
No.
I'm just giving up on trying to care about politics.
Now, I know, I know.
It's my country.
It's other peoples countries.
Its the way the world goes and I should participate in making it an ultimately better place.
But
let's face it.
I'm no feminist.
I wish I were a guys sometimes, not because I'm attracted to girls or anything,
but because I just respect guys more.
And I know, that's such an awful, heteronormative, gender-normy thing.
But I just don't care anymore.
Almost all of the people I look up to are guys.
(I'll admit, they aren't the manliest men in the world, but they're people that I honestly respect)
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I read an article in the paper a little while ago
about how it's weirder to see a young boy wearing dresses than a young girl wearing guys clothing
because we still see girls as the lesser gender.
So why would a boy want to become weaker?
I just thought I should share that.
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Speaking of the paper!
I can't even read it anymore.
I used to really enjoy it,
but now all I read is the film reviews, because that's the only escape from.
"Blahblahblah Barack Obama blahblahblah guns blahblahblah massacre"
It's all so depressing.
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Additionally,
(because I'm just gonna spill my guts out all over this post)
I've become so sick of listening.
I mean, sure, I'm still open to listen and help when it's needed.
But I have been feeling so ready to just give that up,,
so willing to force my opinions onto others.
It's kind of a shame.
I feel so selfish.
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I've been wanting an old instant film camera aLOT lately.
(Maybe inspired by this old video I found hanging around on the internet)
But I'm not willing to pay hundreds of dollars for it.
I've been looking in antique stores for one, but I haven't found one yet.
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I've been doing a lot of art as well.
It's a really good way to get your mind off of things.

It's a quote from a
Driftless Pony Club song.

I made this one an hour ago.
And I drew this last night when I couldn't sleep.

(It says 'calm.')

It's really an enjoyable pastime, and it's something I'd love to incorporate into my future.
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Um. Well.
That's all I have for you this week.
Check out my youtube for more videos.
See ya.

Bye.

Uneducated Thoughts: I Want To Dance Like Bobby Birdman (When I Should Be Doing My Homework)

Hey guys.
It's me.
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So, today I tried to work on a school project.
But, of course, with the internet being the giant web of information it is I got distracted.
Really distracted.
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So yeah, soon I was watching videos of YACHT concerts and DPC tours.
I have no idea why my distraction took such a musical turn.
Have you guys ever seen Bobby Birdman dance?
It's kind of fantastic...

I just spent way too much of my day watching that.
DON'T JUDGE ME, HIS HIPS ARE MESMERIZING!
(Actually, not really. It's really more his knees.... And the hair flipping...
Okay, let's move on)
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So!
New art video soon!
(By soon I mean as soon as I have it done.)
And maybe a new sound conglomeration.
Who knows how much I can get done.
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In other news, I'll be going up to New Hampshire this Wednesday.
Yay, eight hour (or longer) drives!
Seriously, though, guys, I'm wicked excited.
If any of my New England familia is reading this, I'll be seein' ya'll there!
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You know, I don't take enough time to acknowledge how much I love doing this.
If anyone at all is reading this, thank you so much.
It thrills me that I'm able to write multiple groups of short sentences about something no one really cares about.
Honestly, this is my light.
So, thanks, for that.
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IN OTHER NEWS.
I have to run tomorrow.
Yayy, running.
I hate running around outside.
Last time I was practically dying after, like, a few feet.
I feel like I really want to exercise, but running is so intimidating.
Can't I, like, jog.
Slowly.
On a treadmill?
(Or one of those bike thingies, then you get to SIT!)
I'd totally start paying attention in gym class!
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Well, in case you can't tell, I'm in a pretty good mood right now.
I don't know what it is, but I just feel good.
Not super great, just.
Good.
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Hey, I took a picture of a light!
(That thing up there's a link)
Yeah, I quite like it.
So, you know.
You can see that.
If you'd like.
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I suppose that's all I have for you know.
See you all on Tuesday. (Videoing early because I won't be here wednesday)
Probably no Uneducated Thoughts on Sunday, since I'll be in NH.
Sorry!



Bye.

I HAD A VISION

Now, this might come across like some form of spiritual nonsense.
But I'm, going to tell you anyway.

Last night, I had a vision.
It was before I fell asleep, while I was still lying down and trying to start the dreams. I was thinking about cats or something when, all of the sudden, a remarkable vivd image popped into my head.
 It was me, but with a few small changes. My hair was about the same color on the top, with the bangs pushed back off my forehead, but the sides were a little darker. My head was, again, shaved around the sides and the back, but this time it was a little bit shorter than before. I was wearing a rusty orange/red hat (mainly on the back of my head, so that a lot of my hair was still showing around the front) I was wearing a white button-up shirt with small blue stripes running vertically along it. I'm pretty sure I was carrying some sort of backpack, and I was standing in the woods.
What I just told you may or may not make sense, but I wanted to let you know because I thought it was a neat experience and I've always looked to dreams for guidance (or at least style advice). I don't think it was fate (because I think everyone makes their own fate), but, I don't know. It was definitely a weird thing. Has this happened to any of you? Do any of you know what it could be?
Well, tell me in the comments if you do, because I have no clue.

My hair color
right now (it
looks a bit
lighter in
person)

The way the shirt
looked, but with
blue stripes slightly
farther apar

Bye.

Ooh, Look At Me, Bein' All Artsy-Fartsy (Mature, I Know)

Hey, guys.
So.
My room is pretty cool (in my opinion), but the walls have been blank for too long, so,
I have made things.

"I want to be someones Mitchell Davis. I just want to change someone's life
the way my life has been changed. I want to be the Mitchell Davis of one other
confused little teenager, some day. I want to give them that same inspiration, that
same spark to keep going. I just hope I can do that."

"Art is Perception"

"Now."

These pictures will soon be put up on my "Motivation Wall," and entire wall of my room soon to be devoted to pictures and/or phrases that I find motivational or inspiring.
I shall post more soon.
Love ya, cuties.

Bye.



(Just by the way, you can see the thing I recently made, called a sound conglomeration right here.)

I Still Can't Believe it.

Hey! I'm back! I have awoken from my slumber to blog ecstatically about the concert I went to last night.
 A company of actors known as Starkid Productions (casually referred to as Team Starkid) came to Philadelphia last night, and I had the opportunity to see them preform. The tour, called APOCALYPTOUR, involves the Starkids just going to cities and playing their songs, or so I thought.
Here's what really happened. (Taken from my online conversation with a close friend)

 "Well, the whole idea was that they [the Starkids] were archeologists, who found an ancient Mayan ruin telling of the apocalypse, and a group of people called the Dikrats (Starkid backwards) who, by reading the inscription aloud, would awaken the god of chaos and death. The god (played by Jim Povolo) is called Margaret, and plans to destroy the world. But, as it turns out, the Starkids still have one last chance at saving the planet! Margaret is not only the god of chaos and death, but also the god of musical theatre. 

Along the way to saving our world, they sacrifice Joey Richter by tearing out his heart, almost give up, and finally end up earning a new Starkid!

This whole idea is sprinkled lavishly with witty humor and fun songs, keeping the audience excited and loud."

Yep. It's true (especially the loud part), and I'm glad it had a storyline! The show was an amazing experience, and I'm still in shock that I actually went.  It was totally worth the money, the long drive, and the waiting.

And, believe me, there was a lot of waiting.

 The line was a massive beast that stretched a long way from the entrance to the TLA (Theatre of The Living Arts), filled with girls from ages 11-27, as well as a few guys. We took up the whole sidewalk!

The entrance is that little swirly thing, labeled "TLA", and the black line indicates the group of people that wound through a few streets. This line, about four people thick, was gigantic, and I (indicated by the red dot) was right near the middle. It was a bit boring, but I didn't mind. The girl in front of us was nice, and, believe me, the show was well worth the wait!

 We stood on a balcony, getting a really good view over and/or in between the heads of the people in front of us, who we later learned were actually one of the actors' family! All in all, the show was fantastic and, even though we didn't get in on the balloon smacking, confetti catching action, we were glad to be able to see! I actually still can't believe I actually went, and it wasn't just a video I watched online. That whole "They're real people, oh my god!" feeling is just beginning to wear off.

All in all, it was a fantastic experience, and I'm glad to have gone.

Hey, Look! I Posted Something! (AKA: My Daily Dose Of Awkward)

 Hello. I'm back. I know, I know. You missed me.
All three of you.
 Anyway, sorry for not posting in a while. I was...busy. Doing...things. No, really! I do things! Today, for instance, I went shopping (with my mom...) And got my daily dose of 'I'm-really-sorry-I'm-terribly-awkward-around-people'. Now, you might think "Oh, hey. The female went shopping! I wonder if she got some shoes." But, no. I didn't get any shoes. What I did get was brownie mix, trash bags, and a whole lot of mental instability.
 First, we went to BJ's. Y'know, the one that sells large quantities of items and looks kinda shady? Yeah, you know that place. So, as you can probably guess, I don't really love that store. Getting past the electronics section was probably the worst part, considering the fact that I had to listen to a hundred different voices speaking from a hundred different devices at a hundred different paces. Scary, right? Once I got past there, I was basically ready to burst. I think that's when I started getting a little...weird.

Man, I am such a skilled artist.

I was glad when we finally got to leave, even thought I knew the next place wouldn't be much better.
We were going to Walmart.
Oh, wait. Excuse me. I mean, We were going to Walmart. I think Walmart  Walmart is, officially, the bane of my existence. First of all, there's the creepy people who are forced to greet you at the door, which, in my opinion, is really scary.

This is what I see every time I walk inside.

 Then, they're all so helpful. They're all like "Oh, hey. Let me do that for you!" And then I'm thinkin' What the heck? I thought I was doing fine. I guess I'm just not good at taking people's help. Much in the way I'm not good at taking compliments.

 I was happy to come home and collapse in front of the computer. 

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Well, yeah. That's my day. Sounds fun, right? Yeah, I didn't think so. Oh, well. I'm home now. Just, y'know, chillin' with my cat. I'll be posting again soon (hopefully). 

Otherwise, well. You'll just have to deal with it. :)

Hey Look, I Took Some Photographs.

Hey, why not start with a semi-disturbing one? I actually got hold of a red pen during science class. And I was really bored.

Are the spirits trying to contact me, or do I just need to clean off my computer screen? Maybe both....

Ouchies.

What do you think this is? It's actually not a super zoomed-in image of the above picture or  any other wound. I actually ate that for dinner a little while ago. It's lasagna. 

I is watching you....

Look, it's my cat again. Isn't he just a little angel?

That's our other cat, Isis. My family thinks she's so much nicer than Captain, but I'm not convinced. I'm pretty much positive she's planning to take over the known universe, and that's her plotting face.

Plotting face.

It's The Little Things That Manage To Annoy The Heck Outta Me

            I know that I've already made a whole page for it, but I just don't feel I've talked to you enough about the things that annoy me. So, here we go.
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             Now, if you've ever been on the internet, you've probably seen something like this:

WHAT DOES IT SAY!?!?!?

You know these things. They're everywhere. They pop up just about every time you try to do something on the internet. I believe the point of these is to keep laser-equipped robots from hacking into your confidential information. But, all they seem to do is annoy the heck out of me. I mean, sometimes they're alright, like the one above, but if they look like this:

Then there's no way you're ever going to even guess what it says. You will constantly try refreshing the page and deciphering that code, but it never works. Your computer fills up with messages like this:

At this point, they seem to think you are a laser-wielding robot trying to hack someone's account. You should really give up.

But you don't.

You will keep trying to get it right, convincing yourself that the next one will be easier, but they never are. Eventually, you get a final message and you decide it's not worth it. You go back to doing whatever else you want to do, but there's always that little message, nagging you.

"I will destroy you."

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             I'm now going to describe my annoyance with people like someone I will call "Jerk" for the sake of privacy. Jerk has never been very kind to me, but I've grown to know that he's going to keep being an idiot. I'm not as annoyed with him anymore, but there's still one thing that gets me every day.

             Every morning, while walking to the bus stop, Jerk decides it's necessary to launch a large glob of mucus onto the nearest patch of dry land, splattering it with sticky globs of mouth-snot.

Repulsive...

This little action drives me insane. It repulsive and unsanitary, as well as just plain stupid. If you need to remove the mucus from your throat, do it discreetly, don't leave it there, baking on the sidewalk like a disgusting little slug. Every time this happens, I have to restrain myself from ranting on about the dangers of salivating on every object in sight. I want to shout thing like "FIRE!" every time that little package of mouth-snot is ejected from his face. I have to stop myself from saying "Fire the cannon!" or "Unleash the Kraken!" when Jerk does that.

And believe me, it's hard.

I swear, one day I will say something, and he better watch out if he keeps doing it. If I can slay potatoes, I can slay Jerks. They're practically the same thing.

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             There's another type of jerk, too. I'll call him Jerk2.0. Jerk2.0 thinks he's perfect. Every day in gym class I have to listen to the constant stream of bossiness that spews from his face. Even when we're doing something simple, like volleyball, he manages to act like the boss of the whole team. Jerk2.0 will mirthlessly "help" you until you manage to do something better than him until the class ends. He messes up, too. So he's really just being a hypocrite.

You People Disgust Me...

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             Alright! I'll try to post more frequently. Chapter 3 of Henry Is Almost done!

The Potato Slayer and a Cat (Because I have nothing better to post about.)

     I peeled some potatoes last night. Man, I peeled the heck out of those potatoes. You should've seen me. I was like The Potato Slayer.  

        Yeah, it was pretty awesome. Just to emphasize my sheer awesomeness, I'm going to draw it again.

Now I'm a Ninja.

And again

And now I'm a very scary person with a battle axe (Apparently potatoes can bleed, too.)

The first one is definitely the most realistic, but the rest were fun to draw. 

       I took some pictures the other day! That's right, real pictures, not drawings of stick figures on Illustrator. Here they are.

This guy kept staring at me.

Doesn't he have a nice smile?

That's my cat, Captain Clifford Crownunsheild, kissing a My Little Pony. They had a long and complicated relationship.

Such a captivating expression.

   It's usually hard to get a good picture of Captain Clifford, but he was being a good subject that day. Maybe he was in a good mood.

2012 (Hooray, the year of the apocalypse!)

            I'm back. With a post that actually includes stuff involving my life! Hooray! Yeah so...happy 2012. Apparently, the world's gonna end this year. Alrighty then.

LOOK, I DREW YOU A PICTURE! (Multiple, actually.)

Life is beautiful.

They Might Be Giants (This one actually took some time.)

Scary Bird Thing...

Wow, that looks painful. I must have been having mixed feelings about life...

She just woke up...

Look, it's a hand!

"I'm an eye."

              Yep, there you go. I had very much fun drawing those last night. With my mouse. No fancy computer-pen-things for me. :) Well, yeah. Happy Day After New Years!

It's All Part Of The Plan

            So, if you didn't know, I'm writing a comic. I just finished the first page. It's really not that good, but it's my first one, so I'd say it's alright. I'm probably going to keep the comic going, since it's a large part of my master plan to conquer the universe. So, yeah. I was going to make another page for the comics, but (since you can't make posts on each page) I'll just post on this, and make everything a lot harder for you. Especially since you will all be destroyed. Eventually.

You Can't Even Comprehend The Awesomeness Of This Post

             Hello, and welcome back to another post! (Now I'm going to post too often for anyone to follow.) So....How's it going? Today I played The Legend Of Zelda for about, oh, TWO HOURS.

Don't worry about the drool, I'm hyperbolizing.

So, after two hours I decided I should probably do something! So I stood up...

The only exercise I really got was from running upstairs

...and bolted upstairs to my room! (Wow, that was tiring.) I sat in my chair, turned on my computer, and did my basic everyday procedures (check email, charge ipod, etc.) Then I opened my blog page (and Illustrator) and decided "I'm gonna post again! Why not!" (of course I didn't think of "You have more important things to do", "Really? You just played Zelda for an hour!", or even "You don't even have anything to post about!") And that's where I am now.

             BUT, I have an idea! I will collaborate with all of my faithful readers (all 4 of you [maybe less]) to create an Awesome Short Story! So, what I need you (my faithful readers) to do, is put a character or sentence or paragraph or SOMETHING in the comments that will contribute to the story. The story can be serious or funny (although I imagine it will come out very strange), but it can't be TOO long. So please don't comment with a ten-page essay. Yup. Please try to contribute (I don't want to write the whole thing), and I'll be back soon with either a story, or another post like this!

Here is a squid.

"I'm just a squid."

The Female Ventures Into The World of Adobe Illustrator (Blogging In 9 Easy Steps)

           I recently opened up Illustrator on my computer, and decided to draw some pictures to explain to you humans/animals/aliens about my...  Blogging Procedure! entirely in third person! So, here we go.....

1. The Human begins to get the idea that she hasn't posted in a while and probably should.

2. The Human decides that this is probably a good idea.

3. The Human becomes extremely excited at the aspect of blogging.

4. The Human gets a little too excited (Okay, a lot too excited).

5. The Human quickly races up the stairs like a rabid (and over-excited) gymnast.

6. The Human sits down in front of her computer- now chanting psychotically under her breath- and realizes something...

7. ...She has no ideas.

8. The Human begins a pointless staring contest with her computer's frustratingly blank screen.

9. She eventually gets a sorry excuse for an idea, and types it with renewed enthusiasm!

     Well, that's pretty much the idea. Sometimes I do something different, but I usually just follow my routine procedure.  I works pretty well. :)