Tumblr and iPhone Apps

Why, hello there.

I'm back from the living dead (aka not posting.) However, I did really like my last post, so I kind of let it hang there for a while on my wall.

Anyways!

Right now I am at a friends house. Her name is Siri. She's tumblring some pictures. Her tumblr name is iriszilla. :D

Tumblr.

You're kind of like the middle child in the family of Facebook's friend's coworker's ex. I have no idea what to think about you. You're an idea that popped into my head once, but I kind of rejected. You're something that sounds pretty awesome but not quite awesome enough for me to care enough to join.

For one, you're pretty weird. I mean, tumblr? Besides not capitalizing your name, (a pet peeve of mine,) your name doesn't even make sense. Facebook is a book of faces, as in profile pictures. Google+ is Google, + you. Pinterest is picture interest. But tumblr... as far as I know, you're not a washing machine company.

So, anyways.

Elektra Out.

Awkward Moments

Hi!

I'm sitting here watching old Glee episodes. Not much has happened since I last posted, but I did randomly pack up and leave for San Francisco for no apparent reason with my family.

I love San Francisco! I love the city life, the fashion -- everything about the city is just so... fabulous.

I also had a bunch of play rehearsals. It's getting serious!

So, that's what's happened lately.

Oh, wait --

I almost forgot!

I recently discovered a new album: Retro Punch, an amazing album by Billy Van.

I want to write a review for 2 of the songs -- I really suggest checking the album out.

1. Retro Punch

It's named after the album, so you'd think it'd be a generic song -- but think again! This song is amazing! It has the most satisfying breakdown you'll hear in a dubstep song almost ever.

2. Cloudwalker

Somehow Billy Van manages to create a catchy tune out of random jumbles of words mashed up together. The dubstep that surrounds the vocals is serene -- if that's even possible.

So all in all -- kudos to Billy Van for this amazing album.

So, anyways...

Elektra Out.

No Excuse

Hey.

So it's been a while now, and so naturally a lot of stuff happened, but first off, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have neglected my blog for a while now. But never fear!

Anyways, I auditioned for the musical (:D) and got... a lead! The musical that we're doing is Miss Saigon. I got the part of the (male) Engineer, a half French, Half Vietnamese "sleazy but likable" villain.

Also, we had to write sonnets in Humanities (I don't want to post 2 poems in one post,) but we are working on Sestinas, so here's my half finished version of one (OK, maybe it sucks, but bear with me here.)

I can not, will not, get up, no matter how much heart;

My eyes are boulders, heavy as rock – what a metaphor.

My dreams are, however, light as a feather.

I shrug my covers back on, showering me in a sea of maroon.

However, I and my mother both know that the smell is the key;

The smell of yellow eggs, blueberries, that surely will stain.

I see my dad walk into my room, see apron patched with stains.

I appreciate how he gives everything so much heart.

But today I am closing the lock. I am too tired to deal with such fancies as keys.

There it is again – another metaphor.

Beneath my covers, I glance upwards. I have always hated that color, maroon;

But I have always liked the idea of the filling of feathers.

Sleep flutters, scattered, blurring my vision with it’s milky feathers,

Almost like a blemish on my previous perfect vision – a stain.

I remember my old dream, something about forgotten keys…

Huh. Forgotten. That’s what my dream is now. I settle down into my sea of maroon.

Alas – what should I do? My mind tells me to wake up, yet saving the shattered 

      remnants of my dreams is the decision of my heart.

Yet this time there is no is – no clear possibility, no metaphor.

Only a lock and an unwanted key.

And I just made something really uneventful (waking up in the morning) incredibly dramatic.

Well hey, that's poetry for you... huh? Yay? No? OK.

So, anyways...

Elektra Out.

Musical!

I can't think of a unique hello, but musical season is starting up again! Almost to the 1 year mark!

I auditioned on Saturday. Unfortunately, I didn't get called back for a lead, but a lot of my friends did, and I wish them the best of luck!

Our musical this year is Miss Saigon, based off of an opera named Madame Butterfly. I am really looking forward as to how we'll put this musical together! I know my friends are all excited!

I also found another thing that I hate:

11. When people draw smileys sideways, like this: :). NO. The internet version is a compromise of how it's supposed to be drawn. Just... no.

And that's about it.

So, anyways.

Elektra Out.

The More you Knooow!

Hi Guys!

Sorry, I haven't posted in a while, but here is one that’s sure to be funny:

Things I Hate and Things I Love!

I Hate:

1. When people say that their hair-dye is semi-permanent. No. There is permanent and wuss. (Also known as not permanent.)

2. When people felt stuff that is not small but not huge, like the size of your fist or something.

3. When people ask me why I wear 3D glasses. Just…

4. Mint gum. It is waaay too strong to be enjoyable. I’ve never enjoyed it. 

5. Avocados.

6. When you lose one ear bud but not the other.

7. Girls whos’ values come straight out of a magazine. OK, sure, you can be a Barbie doll if you want, but just because you don’t feel good about your body, and you’re not self-confident doesn’t mean I have to. And because I don’t, it doesn’t mean you have to hate me.

8. When the only reason advocate against gay marriage is because they feel uncomfortable talking to their kids about it. I mean, people can’t be happy and legally have a family because you’re afraid to talk to your freaking kid for five minutes about a natural part of life? Are you serious?

9. The duck face. Just... no.

10. Printers in general. They’re helpful, but weirdly creepy and noisy. Not my cup of tea.

I Love:

1. Minty toothpicks. I know it’s weird, but…

2. The feeling of finishing a story/song/play/etc.

3. Sushi!

4. Indie music. 

5. The feeling of looking out at your friends when each of them is unique, and appreciating it. I love my friends, and strive to be the kind of person people appreciate like that. 

6. When people in general aren’t afraid to be FAHBULOUS!

7. Capitol Citizens. (Remind me to post my pictures of my costume…) 

8. Fruity gum.

9. Guacamole.

10. Horror movies.

And now you know a bit about me.

So, anyways...

Elektra Out.

Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I guarantee that that's probably the most common phrase you'll hear today.

Especially if you have people over.

My Thanksgiving day is going to mostly consist of smoking a turkey for seven and a half hours.

SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS.

So, I will be having a lot of fun today!

But, here are some things I am thankful for:

1. My peers. I mean, being able to look around my school and see that each and every one of us is different.
2. Being able to afford food, a roof over my head, and a place to sleep in.
3. My family. Pretty self explanatory.
4. That the zombie apocalypse hasn't started yet.
5. Mint toothpicks.
6. Animals.
7. Plants.
And last but not least (in fact one of the bigger ones, I probably should have put it at #4....)
8. YOU GUYS!

I love every one of these things, and I hope that you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

So, anyways.

Elektra Out.

Who Needs Christmas Presents?

Hello.

Okay, so this is gonna be kind of a boring post, but I've got a good one planned for my next one.

And I know what I'm going to be for Halloween next year.

And I preformed in my school's talent show last night!

But, the message of this post:

Who needs Christmas presents?

Not me.

Let me explain.

One day, while sitting at home, blogging, I checked my (real) mail. I saw a pamphlet, and on the front, it said, "Heifer." I opened the pamphlet, and looked at all the animals you could donate to some rural community to help their village out. And then I looked at the last page of the pamphlet.

On the last page of the pamphlet was something called the "Gift Ark." It costs 5,000 dollars. And it gives two of every animal you could possibly donate from Heifer. That's two oxen, two donkeys, two water buffalo, two cows, two sheep, two goats, two llamas, two chickens, two ducks, two geese, two rabbits, some honeybees, two pigs, and two camels. Get why it's called the "Ark?"

On the pamphlet there was also a letter from a little girl. Her village had received the Gift Ark, and because her family could support itself, she could go to elementary school. She talked about the stuff she was learning. She said it was the best gift in her life.

The best gift in her life.

So, how happy would I be if I got a new pair of combat boots?

Pretty happy.

But how happy would a little boy be if he could go to school for the first time in his life?

Amazed.

So, this year, in lieu of presents, I am going to ask for donations. And I am going to donate every bit of that money to Heifer, until I can get some village that Gift Ark.

If I don't rack up the money, I'll sell lemonade. I'll do chores. I'll make a charity album. Or something, but I will get that money.

So a little boy can get the best gift in the world.

So, anyways.

Elektra Out.