Contemplating starting a second blog.

Because well, I have a feeling personal blogs are meant to be for, well, personal stuff. But, having watched the first two seasons of Buffy (again) in two days, I'm feeling all...Whedon-y. And I'm going to picspam the hell out of general people.

Also, I love Joss Whedon. So much that I've decided to call my future kid Joseph, just so I can nickname him Joss. Haha. Jokes. Probably.

So yes, new blog, old blog, yes, no. Hmmmm.

Also, I'm feeling not too bad today. Must have something to do with not actually having been in direct sunlight all day. Go me.

Good stuff and bad stuff and other stuff.

Well, I have these stupid braces and elastics that I always need to wear. On the bad side, my teeth are a pain - I tried to eat some Special K today. I ate about three pieces before I gave up, due to my teeth yelling at me. On the good side, it means I'm not constantly snacking.

Good side, I've had some pretty great conversations with two or three really great people lately. On the downside, I've been asked to be someone's backup girlfriend. Which makes me think that I'm not going to ever be a real girlfriend. Real comforting.

We also got our school photos (terrible), one of my friends got expelled (awful, horrible, angering, and many more unpleasant emotions), we're watching Clueless in Lit (totally DOPE), I'm thinking about getting a new phone (vaguely exciting), tomorrow is the audition for the Christmas Choir at Crown, and I'm eagerly looking forward to the holidays.

I'm trying to write a 'fanfiction' for Pride and Prejudice, which is irritating because I don't think I can write something linked to Pride and Prejudice that is short. Because Pride and Prejudice is a ridiculously long and very idealistic book. So I can't make the Darcys have marital problems, or affairs, or anything, because Jane Austen FINISHES THE BOOK by saying blah blah, they're happy forever. Dammit.

And oh yeah, I won first prize. Hello $300 and reaffirmation of my potential in the field of writing.

This was an incredibly boring post. I apologise.

Completely addicted...

To music. Odd, isn't it?

I've been noticing it more lately. Like...I have to have my iPod speakers playing while I'm in the shower or brushing my teeth. And I listen to them when I sleep. And then on my Macbook when I wake up. Recently I had a mini spaz when I had to go from the car's music to my room to listen to music again. It was so weird.

Last night I listening to musicals, and I was convinced that musical theatre was my calling, and if I didn't sing on stage in a musical, I would die unhappy and unfulfilled.

Today I'm listening to Eminem and I have come to the conclusion that I just need music. Need it, sort of the same way I need oxygen or water.

Mini-tangent: I actually really like Eminem. I first got into him in Grade 5, and I'm pretty sure I had a huge crush on him. And I've decided that the reason Eminem is so much more awesome than other rappers is that he's a minority for one. A minority in his field, but not in you know, life. Or America. Or...whatever. It's sort of like...there is no shortage of Asians. But look at musical theatre and they are definitely a minority. That's sort of what I mean.

And I still like him. Because he's not like 'CHICKS. MONEY. RIDES. CHICKS. BOOBS. SEX. SEX. SEX.' At least, not all the time like other rappers. I like the way he rhymes.

I guess all I'm trying to say is that, I don't think I could handle any sort of future that doesn't involve music. I was thinking about music industry, like managing, but I don't know if I could be that close to so much yet not have it.

And so ends another post about what to do. Time for some Buffy.

Changes

Choices are exhausting.

When?

By me.

So I was reading a post from this guy's blog, and okay, I don't actually know him very well at all, except he's an incredible singer and Jonathan is mega jealous of his ability as a natural tenor to slide straight into falsetto. Anyway, while I can't answer the flannelet conundrum, I started thinking about when life got serious. This isn't done with quite as much humour or eloquence or diorama drama as he has, but I tried.

The best I can figure is, life gets serious when you realise that what you see is not always what you get. When you realise blurry crayon drawings don't remotely resemble real life, and people have agendas, and a sandpit is not a suitable place for an ant farm. Life gets serious when someone is mean to you for no particular reason, and when you do things you hate because you have to do them, and when you realise you might not ever be a rock star or fairy princess or red balloon. Life gets serious when you realise that just because a necklace looks shiny, it isn't necessarily made of gold or silver or anything of value, when you think too much, when you first wish you could be someone else, and when you understand wishes don't always come true. And life gets serious when you start blogging about the seriousness about it all.

But in all seriousness, my life is looking pretty serious at the moment. Parents are scared I'm going to screw up my entire schooling career by dropping methods and picking up media (which I will do) and I've boycotted Facebook and MSN, and my playlist consists of Regina Spektor, The Scene Aesthetic, Stars, Death Cab For Cutie and also Paramore. How melancholy. (I already said 'serious' seven times.)

a movie script ending.

So I've been researching music videos in (extremely early) preparation for my media piece next year. I wanted it to be in stop motion as well as real time, which is when I remembered this video:



It's a stop motion that is really amazing, because it tells you the story of a couple in less than five minutes. And in that short amount of time, you manage to connect with the two of them in such a strong way that at the end, you could almost cry (or maybe that was just me).

For me, this video is an inspiration - I really want my video to have some sort of impact on the audience. I don't think I'm going to shoot the whole video in stop motion, it'll probably just be the choruses or maybe just the verses, or something...

I've mostly figured out the story. To summarise, it's about a boy who is dying. Or maybe in love. What's the difference, really?