The Loop pt33

I just read a friendz blog. I'll post a link to it sooner or later, If that meanz anything to anyone. I don't know why I keep writing these. Anyway, his blog got me thinking that itz time to stop being such an immature idiot that I am now. Yet at the same time, I don't want to change. Itz just what I am. I know what my intrestz for a career lie in, but really, am I doing anything to get there? I failed. Twice. I don't have the belief that I can change anything. Every day, I wake up, get pumped, und as soon as class startz, who am I kidding? I need to resort my priorityz. Badly. But I haven't found the will for it. Not at all. Why am I stuck at that? I just wish I could buck up to what I want to be. I try und then get distracted SO easily. My lack of human contact outside of school. I have tonz of negative moodletz floating around my head with the rest of my thoughtz und dreamz und what not. Itz just like my pocketz, or my room. It never stayz organized. Ha, maybe I'm just stuck here in a bad location of mind und cant pull out. Hopefully, thatz not the case. I'm not about to chase naught but dreamz, but what if I am? Only time will tell.
So, yes Rob, I am one who shrugz his sholderz. For now.

The Loop pt32

zOMG! I have been hooked to zOMG! Oh well. So how is everyone? Me, I am peachy. I have nothing to write about [not really] und I have to pee...
Mmkay, I am back. Who didn't miss me xD
I am really happy, though I should be in bed, or for that matter, doing something productive. Like my Geometry Project! Or making a script for zOMG, or whatever. Everything is dead online now. Gaia still has some people there. I made over 50,000 gold selling itemz on the market place on Gaia. If I never spent it, und added the gross amount [or net] of gold I made on zOMG, I would have 100,000+
Hay, anyone want to loan me Boarderlandz or Army of 2? Dantes Inferno, perhapz? I need something to play. Hell, I need x-box live xP. Well thatz probably the last thing I need xD
Yeah, Nothing else
Worth
Typeing
At the
Moment.
See ya!

The Loop pt31

Finally! I have written something. The Musicians is an anti war story which I posted below. It was inspired by Voltaire's song, The Accordion Player. I thought it was pretty good. Lemme know what you think.
On the Sims 3 all day, was a corpse by the name of Alden. Yup, that was my day, aside from randomly playing DEADY, getting on facebook to find nothing new, and listening to music. Yup. I have no life. My character is almost at 10 Creativity! Yaaaaaaaaay. Just a few more hourz [maybe two or three dayz] on that game, and all his skill's will be top notch. I'm considering quiting my job on the sims for some more free time. I have tonz of money anyway, so he can support himself. Now in real life, my not goblin self is bored to tear, and quite sick of imagining I have company. If I had a dollar for everytime, I wouldn't need to free load at lunch. And I am a DAMN good free loader. Anyway, I could almost turn each visit into a story, but then I go to write about it, und either A] I can't write it or B] It soundz like childz play when I am done. Usually, though, itz that first scenario. Yup, thatz it. When I went to take a shower, the bathroom smelt like crap. Ugh. Well, at least itz over.

The Musicians - Alden Lee Panic [Me]

A violinist was awoken by the sound of barking dog's. Groggily, he dragged himself out of bed to look out the window. Barely daylight. He looked down and saw a man walk up to his door, then leave after placing a piece of paper in the violinist's mail slot. The man walked down a couple blocks to do the same thing to other houses. What is he doing? The violinist asked in his head as he shuffled down the stairs. He picked up an envelope from his front entrance and peered inside. What the note had read left him sliding down the wall, crying silently to himself.

The next morning, a guitarist woke up so happily. Oblivious to his future, he danced to the kitchen. A delightful tune trapped in his head that he had come up with only two days ago. He whistled it out as he prepared breakfast; a fluffy home made waffle. The smells tickled his nose, adding sweet cinnamon. He enjoyed the taste just as much as it's aroma.

When he had finished the dishes, he toddled up the stairs to get ready for the rest of his day. He had gotten dressed and flipped on his fedora hat. Grabbing his guitar, he was ready to seize the day, and there before him was an envelope. Unfazed, he set the case down to see what was inside this envelope. He immediately had all his happiness, his energy drained away into a cold void of reality.

In an office, downtown, the violinist sat next to the guitarist. They both were musicians of equal greatness, of the same tastes. Both were being drafted to fight in the war. But neither were about to give up their musical interest's, or their instruments. The captain thought he understood their intention's "It's probably wise to bring those along to keep sane in the barracks"

The two virtuoso's sat next to one another again on the train. The violinist told his new friend about his life, how he began to play at thirteen. How he had loved his family very much. His dad went off into sea, but never came back. The funeral was on a bright sunny day near by the lighthouse, for the wreckage was discovered weeks later.

The guitarist explained how he was an orphan, and never knew his real parent's. He did, how ever, remember how much he wished he could meet them, had they never of disappeared. He began playing at sixteen when he first found that guitar in a pawn shop. He never stopped ever since. He apologized to no one, and recently fell in love with this woman he met at the park. He was going to reply to her letter the other day, but now she will find him awfully rude, for he can't even write back.

Weeks went by. The sound of bombs and gunshots were always around. And they were sent out to fight again. But against the commanding officers will, they turned back to the barracks to get their instruments. The violinist looked at his comrade "If the idea of war is to die like a dog for your country like nothing else matter's, then I don't want to get on the same train as the rest of our fellow soldiers" the guitarist grimly nodded and got his guitar.

Quietly, they walked back into the blazing war Field. A shell had taken out a chunk of the army the minute they arrived. Both had opened their cases, caught in the crossfire. "We will die playing, and not fade to a memory" the guitarist said "We will not die a coward with a rifle" the violist replied.

And so they played their final lament, a perfect requiem. Nothing else existed. Only an endless sea of black. Not even when they were shot did they stop. Not even when an explosion let loose near by did they flinch. Not even when the sergeant called them back did they open their eye's. And it was indeed their last and first song together.

No one knows what it sound's like anymore. No one even knew it was composed. But if you were too tread on that field where the blitzkrieg was won by the enemy, you could almost hear it on the wind, the duo's last song.

The Loop pt30

Yay, I have nothing on my mind. I did not Monday happened until Wednesday hit. The whole day, it WAS Monday. So the week felt shorter. I've been listening to a lot of Voltaire und watching some of his claymationz. So therez my entertainment. I also found out that one of my friendz is a fellow writer. Woot. So now I'm sitting here in my loathsome [Yes I know the definition of the word und not mistaking it for another] room. No one has spoken much today. Even if someone DID, I still wouldn't have gotten any ideaz for drawingz or storiez. Or poemz. Yeeeaaah. I played a lot of simz 3, too. My character is a goblin! See?

Und he playz the guitar xD Hopefully thatz obvious. He also workz at the cemetary. Awesome. So now I'm kind of bored. Waaaaaaaiiit, Josh just called! Yay, I have a phone call... wow I have no real friendz. Except for Josh. Other than him, yeah. None. Right now, he's goin about his day. He doesn't exactly like his day. His adopted family never really knowz what hes like, und I do, which is sad. Anyway, I got nothing else to say, so leave a comment for an idea of what to write. Draw, whatever.

The Loop pt29

Hello people who are probably not there. Anyway, today, my computer finally came in. So many things to do, so little time. Okay, not really. I actually don't have anything to do. So I guess this post may be short. Momz friend is coming over, und brining her kidz. I don't like them that much. The eldest is ALRIGHT. But slightly annoying. Well, really annoying. Ish? Oh well. He has an odd habbit of thinking he's in charge. Big woop, you have musle, money, und some hacking skillz. A lot of people do. If he persistz, Im just gonna kick his ass out. I just watched this awesome video by my good friend Shae Judge. It inspired me. The concept, he says, was unknown until he finished it. Apperently, he was searching for his child hood memoryz. I liked it. Now I kinda want to do the same thing... With out recording it, of course. I need to take a shower. Meh, I'll do it tomorrow morneing. Then my luandry, und a bit of homework. Fun stuff. I got this cold that I just can not kick right now, so ja. I really need to learn guitar. Anyone wanna teach me? I don't want to give up an elective to take a class in which all the students says the teacher is lame. So yeah. I'm also downloading nü songz, so feel free to suggest some to me.

The Loop pt28

The media center at school had its computerz shut down because some people printed up listz of namez that demeaned these people. Not that itz hard to demean someone that does demeaning stuff ANYWAY. But I digress. Earlier in art, I finally did my collage. It looks like a street... per se. Well, a very wierd street where texturez collide with one another. But what ever. I have been thinking about how to steampunk my XBox 360. I love steam punk. I steampunked a zombie for a friend who wanted to make a concept sketch for them. So thatz finished. I need to figure out what I am gonna do for my next DF13. This one is gonna be DF13 ELITE. So I need more unique booby trapz und whatnot. Death to stick figurez!!! Woot. I also need something to draw in general. After this Im going to walmart. I wonder if they have the Zombie Survival guide. The library has it, but I'm alwayz to late to come und get it.Now I'm listening to King Diamond. Well, his Mercyful Fate band. woot. Playlist spelt Merciful Fate wrong. How dare they.Wait, now itz Diamond Head. All good bandz. I need to get mom back into drawing so she can stop wasteing time on facebook. Create some family time. How dare she stop drawing. She's one of my first influencez. Thatz right, I said it. Now what? I admited part of my artistic aspiration came from my mutter. So there. Welll, I got nothing better to type. So ja. See ya.


Steampunked Guitaro! FTW! [CREDIT]

The Loop pt27

So far, I have had problems trying to write some poetry, und make my Dark Greeting Cards. But that matterz not. Right now, I am slightly confused. In biology class, we had an activity dealing with genetics. H\We were going over homozygous und heterozygous cells, und we were doing a bit of probability to predict whether our "offspring" would have short or Long toez [RR;Homozygous Dominant-Short, Rr;Heterozygous-Short, rr; Homozygous recessive, long] So Heads was a Dominant allele, und tails was a recessive. Two flips to figure out what genotype it was. Well, I knew, with my large clumsy handz, that I would lose the penny that I was supposed to use for the activity. So I used the probability simulator on my TI-84plus [calculator], und common sense sayz me und my partner were indeed following the directionz, und being inivative, seeing how we had to flip the two pennyz 100 times. So we were at 71, und she takes the calc und claims Im not following the rules although I'm not breaking them. Both the penny und the program would have done the same random 50% chance as one another. So what gives? und at 29 left, we have to start over, so 100 more to go. Again. I just gave up. I should take it to a higher authority. I understand Mr.Burke telling me I shouldn't wear a coat in school, but this is just wrong. Anyway, onto more... odd matterz, you will not believe the picturez I have found. Check these Out >.>


A homer phone [CREDIT]


A vampire Bust und Killer Rabbit from MONTY PYTHONS HOLY GRAIL [CREDIT]


Back To School? [CREDIT]


Shave The Baby.... UMMMMMM..... [CREDIT]
Well I got nothing else, so.... Tssk, scoot. Toddle off. Off you go. Shoo. Vamoose. Geh Weg. Allez-vous en.