Sunday, June 30, 2013

Day 241

Day two hundred forty-one
June 30, 2013: So, Katy and I watched the last episode of Firefly last night. There is still the movie Serenity, but there is still a deep sadness in my soul that I will never fully heel from. The show really did deserve at least a few more seasons.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Day 240

Day two hundred forty
June 29, 2013: Things I learned this week:
I've got nothing.

A Program that I Used to View

For those of you who don't, you should know that I am a fan of the BBC program Sherlock.  If you are not familiar with the show, you need to go and familiarizes yourself, ask it over for dinner, go to a pool party together, and not come back until you have become blood brothers. If you are familiar with the show, (which you should be at this point,) you know then that the last episode to have aired was back in January, of 2012. So basically the wait has been over a year. To make matters worse, season two ended with a huge cliff hanger, and to top it all with an aggravating cherry, the first two seasons consisted of seven episodes. Yep, seven. Fangirls have been going crazy on tumblr, dozens of theories as to how Sherlock faked his death have been abounding like dandelions in a pesticide free lawn that never gets mowed.

Being a fan of the show, I felt like I must add to this mass of Sherlock fan work. I give you then my spoof on  Gotye's (I have no idea how to actually say his name, thought I'm pretty sure that isn't his real name) Somebody that I Used to Know. I wrote it a while ago, and never posted it because I wanted to make it into a video. In the end I decided that I would never put in the effort to do so, so if anyone wants to take the lyrics and make their own video, feel free. I would love to see that. (P.S. Though if you want to make it perfect, replace the abstract paint of the original video with Sherlock's wall paper and the yellow smiley face.)

Below I have provided the spoofed lyrics and the original video.

Video of Somebody that I Used to Know



Lyrics of A Program that I Used to View:

Now and then I think of when Sherlock was airing.
Watching made me so happy I could die.
Told myself that it would never end.
But I knew it only was pretend.
But that is love and it's an ache I still remember.

You can get addicted to a certain kind of plotline.
Like Moriarty's tricks and scheme, always his schemes.
When I heard series two was ending soon,
I thought the wait would be untill next June.
And I guess Ben and Martin had other films.

But they didn't have to cut me off.
Build up to The Reichenbach Fall followed by nothing.
I need to know what happens next
But it ends with a cliff hanger and that feels so rough.
No they didn't have to make so few.
Have Sherlock fake his own death and not tell John Watson.
That's really hell to put me through.
Now it's just a program that I used to view.

Now it's just a program that I used to view.
Now it's just a program that I used to view.

Now and then I think of all the times I asked you over.
And had me believing you said no 'cause you were having fun.
You've re-watched every episode,
As if trying to break some code.
They'll eventually make some new
And you're already caught up on that program that you used to view.

But they didn't have to cut me off.
Build up to The Reichenbach Fall followed by nothing.
I need to know what happens next.
But it ends with a cliff hanger and that feels so rough.
No they didn't have to make so few.
Have Sherlock fake his own death and not tell John Watson.
That's really hell to put us through.
Now it's just a program that I used to view.

Day 239

Day two hundred thirty-nine
June 28, 2013: In Leipers fork there's this movie thing on Friday nights like there was back in Bend. It's actually been going on for a while, but each Friday there were always complications. Either I was closing that night, or the weather was bad, or the movie was inappropriate for children. It looks like today though we're actually going to make it. Tonight the movie is Oz the Great and Powerful.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Day 238

Day two hundred thirty-eight
June 27, 2013: I rearranged my room a bit today. I just really need to put something on the wall my bed is against. It is huge, and blank, and I can't think of anything that won't take a lot of money and/or time to do. I am willing to put in the time, but not so much the money. I think the empty wall bothers my mum more than it bothers me though.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Day 237

Day two hundred thirty-seven
June 26, 2013: I certainly am not working much this week. Only two days, after only working three days last week, my next check is not going to have much girth.


Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Day 235 and 236

Day two hundred thirty-five
June 24 2013: Started wrapping Jake's present today. I've really been falling behind on the awesome wrapping, but I shall redeem myself the best I can the next couple birthdays.

Day two hundred thirty-six
June 25, 2013: Computer, why you act funny sometimes. I wrote a longer entry yesterday but Word began to act funny and then didn't save what I wrote yesterday, and I never got around to blogging it, so what it says is day two hundred thirty-five actually isn't day two hundred thirty-five.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Day 234

Day two hundred thirty-four
June 23, 2013: So I've decided to tackle the books of Robert Jordan. I was looking over the copyright dates and apparently it's been over twenty years since the first book was written. In other words, the series has been written for longer than I've lived. I was in the mood to read something epic, and KatySue had the first book.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Day 233

Day two hundred thirty-three
June 22, 2013: Things I learned this week:
I am really bad at keeping this up.
That tonight is a super moon.
That the chemicals in a fire flies butt are the same chemicals in a glow stick.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Day 232

Day two hundred thirty-two
June 21, 2013: There were so many customers at work today that I didn't know what to do with myself (insert sarcastic overtones). Though I guess I shouldn't complain. I don't work much the next couple weeks so any work is welcome.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Day 231

Day two hundred thirty-one
June 20, 2013: Endings are hard. I am so close to finishing my third book in my fairy tale series. All I have left is the epilog. It is both a happy and sad occasion. I have been working longer on this project longer than any other, and it feels slightly weird knowing it's going to be over soon. Well, soonish. I still need to edit, and change some things in the first two books. Okay, it's sad because the mostly fun part is finally over. Editing is wearisome. And that's all I have left really.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Day 230

Day two hundred thirty
June 19, 2013: Ollie went crazy today. She's been knocking over vases and glasses full of water, and thrashes whenever we try to hold her. Usually in the morning she energetic, but today she just won't stop running around the house like there's a dog nipping at her heels.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Day 229

Day two hundred twenty-nine
June 18, 2013: Happy birthday KatySue!

Monday, June 17, 2013

Day 228

Day two hundred twenty-eight
June 17, 2013: Almost forgot Katy's birthday present again.  Just finished wrapping it.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Day 227


Day two hundred twenty-seven
June 16, 2013: Happy father's day! (and real birthday to me.)

Day 226

Day two hundred twenty-six
June 15, 2013: Happy birthday to me, though no not really because it actually isn't until tomorrow, we're just celebrated it today.


Friday, June 14, 2013

Day 225

Day two hundred twenty-five
June 14, 2013: Birthday festivities tomorrow! Speaking of birthdays, I still need to wrap Katy's present. I usually have gifts wrapped by now, but I completely forgot until now. Like, completely. We've talked about Katy's birthday, but I still didn't remember about wrapping her gift. Good thing I remembered now.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Day 224

Day two hundred twenty-four
June 13, 2013: Yesterday's entry was really long. That gives me the right to keep this one short.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Day 223

Day two hundred twenty-three
June 12, 2013: And my hair still smells like an alfalfa field. So yeah, Katy, Megan, and I had planned to dye our hair with henna a couple of weeks before Megan got here. The brand we got was from this place called Henna Color Lab. Katy and I went for the pure henna, while Megan, a little more reserved, got the ginger blond. The dye came in a powder and all you had to do was add water. Well, the powder was a brownish green color, and only got poopier looking the wetter it was. Plus it smelled like a pond covered alfalfa field. So the three of us went outside and scooped handfuls of the henna goop and slathered it into our hair. It was quite fun watching Katy do Megan's hair, as ever thirty seconds Katy would either sling globs of henna goop everywhere, or Megan would scream and writhe in pain. Katy's hair was just plain tedious. My hair only took a few minutes. After two hours we rinsed the green goop out and discovered that we all had brilliantly red hair, that stank to high heavens, and is still stinking. I spritzed some Mango fragrance on it this morning, and it made my hair smell like an alfalfa field covered in Mangos. The color is great though, and if the smell goes away in the next day or so it was more than worth it. Come fall I might experiment with some of the other colors they have.


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Day 222

Day two hundred twenty-two
June 11, 2013: Megan, Katy, and I dyed our hair with Henna this morning. The mix ended up being green, but it dyed our hair red. It also has an unsavory smell.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Day 221

Day two hundred twenty-one
June 10, 2013: Oh my goodness! I knew this was going to happen, but I never to quite the degree it would. Everyone is commenting on my hair. I expected the people I knew well to comment, even for some extreme reactions because it is a dramatic change. I expected for people I kind of knew to do the obligatory comment on it. But literally everyone is commenting on it. There will be people who will star at me and then say "I love your new hair!" and I won't remember ever having meant the person. Outside I say thank you, but inside I am all like I've never even seen your face before! You have no right to notice my hair.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Day 220

Day two hundred twenty
June 9, 2013: My sister Megan (you should remember her from way early on, while moving my family visited her) and her family are moving from Colorado to Alabama. Go figure right. Her husband Shawn got a job at a country club. One in Alabama...obviously

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Day 219

Day two hundred nineteen
June 8, 2013: I week until my birthday! Actually it's a week and a day, but we're be celebrating my birthday on the fifteenth instead of the sixteenth. College is expensive. All of the other students who I know somehow still have money to spend stuff and I'm like all, I don't even have enough to pay for college, even with all of the federal loans I can get. Mum says it's because they all have parents paying for college.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Day 218

Day two hundred eighteen
June 7, 2013: Colleen and I are reading the same series right now, but we only have one copy of each book. Since I checked them out form the library I have dibs and am reading them first. I'm on the second one and Colleen is really annoyed I'm not finishing them more quickly.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Day 217

Day two hundred seventeen
June 6, 2013: And so begins my many days of work. I will be working eight out of the next nine days, all closing, mostly in men's. So yes, a fairly boring schedule. And what is this I hear about Goggle getting rid of friend plus, or whatever allows people to follow blogs? Do they think it will force people to use Google+? To me that seems a bit like gouging out your eyeballs. Yes your sense of hearing will get better, but seeing anything anymore will be a trick.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Day 216

Day two hundred sixteen
June 5, 2013: My new hair, or my new lack of hair, feels so weird and different. I can feel the fact that my hair is loose, but when I move my head it feels wrong. There isn't a weight difference, but it does feel different. Every time I look in the mirror it doesn't really look like me. The kids have taken to calling me Mary Margret.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Day 215

Day two hundred fifteen
June 4, 2013: So I got my hair cut today, and I love it. It was exactly what I wanted. Though it was hard won. First the GPS was acting funny and not telling us that the salon was not where it actually was, and then the car started to overheat. We eventually found the salon though, and luckily no one was scheduled for an appointment after mine. And the cut was only $15. I was expecting more like $30 to $40. Katy is very jealous. I basically got the cut she wants but her hair is too curly and thick for it.  

Monday, June 3, 2013

Day 214

Day two hundred fourteen
June 3, 2013:  did nothing today but drink a frappe and watch a movie and read. I also wrote a little, but I didn't do anything productive. It was to celebrate the first day of summer (as in not doing school) though that doesn't affect me in any way.  It was empathy laziness.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Day 213

Day two hundred thirteen
June 2, 2013: Hey, it's June now. I can officially start talking about my birthday non-stop if I want to. I still can't decide what kind of cake I want.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Day 212

Day two hundred twelve
June 1, 2013: First Saturday off in basically forever.

Panda



This short narrative is based on a sad looking panda key chain I have had for as long as I can remember. I'm fairly certain that it was a hand me down from one of my older sisters. Anyway I pulled, "Descriptive paragraph" and "Free write narrative," from my pocket of writing prompts, and decided I would do both of them at the same time. 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You can't see the wings in the picture,
but they are there.
The key chain panda was just about two inches tall, not including his chain. His head was huge, making up over half of his height, and it was twice as wide as his body. Other than his large head he had the basic anatomy of a panda, except for the feathery wings he had sticking out of his back. he had the grime and nicks from spending several years hanging from backpacks, being shoved into drawers, and chewed on by babies. It may have been this that gave him the look of being thoughtful and melancholy. It may have just been his natural disposition to feel so. He was simply called Panda.


   Panda lay in his cramped corner of the drawer, staring at the same three centimeters of drawer bottom he had been staring at for the past three years. Beneath him, the drawer moved, and he wiggled some on his nose. The drawer was gotten into frequently, but the grabbing hands never reached so far back.
   Panda sighed, or he would have sighed if he had had lunges and an esophagus. What he did was a mental equivalent of a sigh. He doubted the hand would reach for him/
   Fate would surprise him though. he felt his whole world turn upside down and he fell onto a desk top along with the other items from the same drawer. Panda guessed it was the desk top, the desk to the drawer belonged to.
   "What a bunch of crap," said a voice Panda knew to be the mother of the girl who kept him. Panda sensed hands rummaging through the pile of random things. The tips of one finger even brushed against his large head.
   "Yeah, well, we can probably throw most of it away."
Panda tried hard to place the voice and it took him until he saw the face the voice belonged to for him to realize who it was. It was the girl who owed him. Only now she was older. Instead of pigtails she wore her hair straight and hanging in her face. Panda felt a bit like crying. He had always been a decoration piece. Not a toy that formed a true relationship with his owner, but to see his owner so changed still saddened him
   Panda felt himself get pushed along by the mother's hand, and he toppled off the edge of the desk and into the trash can. The only thing worse, Panda realized, than being dumped into a drawer for years on end was being dumped into a wasted basket.
   It was a disheartening journey from there. Waste basket to garbage can. Garbage can to garage truck. Garbage truck to land fill. No it was not a very fun journey indeed.
As Panda lay in the landfill more and more stuff was piled on top of him. He wondered how long this would go on when he felt a vibration tremble through him. The vibrations grew stronger until a growling rumbling accompanied it. And then suddenly it was atop hi. If Panda would have had a heart it would have been beating hard and fast. A great weight pressed down on Panda. The pressure was so much it snapped him in half.
   Unlike humans, all toy's souls took a few minutes to drift from their bodies, even when blown to pieces or instantly melted. There were stiff and immobile, even in death.
   "Oh well," thought Panda as he drifted away form his broken body, "at least I don't have to spend the next several decades compressed in a land fill."