You know those people on the internet who you always see people asking advice from?
That was me just now.
Someone came
To me.
They told me first of all in a rather long message about how much they loved my blog, and them they asked me for advice.
I'm walking on clouds.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Call me Walmart; Shall I Compare Thee To a Root?; Book it Nikki
I feel kind of guilty about not posting. So here is three posts in one.
Sorry. I have(n't) been busy.
So let me talk to you again about PE.
I actually did end up trying to walk the other way. For a short while I had seven people following me but they eventually realized no one else was going to walk with them and turned back around.
A sheep is a sheep am I right?
I have a nickname now.
Walmart.
Yeah. They call me Walmart. Why? Because of how I play games.
I kind of forgot that these people don't already know my fool-proof method of blocking; Talking.
I don't just stand in front of someone and wave my arms, I chat with them. And my first question always is "Hey have you ever been to Walmart?"
Pair that with a couple of people forgetting what my actual name is and BAM. I'm Walmart.
Well...at least I have reasonable prices.
What else?
Oh yeah! Did I ever tell you about the poem someone wrote about me in seventh grade?
No?
Okay so in 7th grade we had a poetry unit. Sometimes we could go up to the front of the class and read what we had written to the class. Such was the case with Don.
He went up to the front of the class and said "This poem is about Nikki."
Of course everyone was instantly like "Oooooooooh" because we were 7th graders and that's what they do.
They didn't realize however that THIS would be the poem.
She's funny, she's smart, she's kind
She's Nikki
She is a ginger but she doesn't taste like one.
Shall I say WHAT?
First off, how Don was able to determine my decidedly ungingery taste is beyond me.
Even more beyond the grasps of my knowledge is why he would even put that in a poem in the first place.
But alas, it happened.
It's a pretty good story too.
Something else?
Books.
I love to read. Yep. I do.
Now I have never really liked reading assignments. The concept of being forced to read something and not being able to read as fast or slow as I'd like was not an appealing one.
But not lately.
Lately I've liked my reading assignments.
I'm going to end this post with just a bunch of books I like. It would be really cool if you...um...commented with some recommendations...
Sophie's World
Life of Pi
Hate List
Thirteen Reasons Why
Mysterious Benedict Society
May Bird
The Secret Series
Dear Dumb Diary
Eclectic I know. I was just reading my bookshelf there at the end...
Sorry. I have(n't) been busy.
So let me talk to you again about PE.
I actually did end up trying to walk the other way. For a short while I had seven people following me but they eventually realized no one else was going to walk with them and turned back around.
A sheep is a sheep am I right?
I have a nickname now.
Walmart.
Yeah. They call me Walmart. Why? Because of how I play games.
I kind of forgot that these people don't already know my fool-proof method of blocking; Talking.
I don't just stand in front of someone and wave my arms, I chat with them. And my first question always is "Hey have you ever been to Walmart?"
Pair that with a couple of people forgetting what my actual name is and BAM. I'm Walmart.
Well...at least I have reasonable prices.
What else?
Oh yeah! Did I ever tell you about the poem someone wrote about me in seventh grade?
No?
Okay so in 7th grade we had a poetry unit. Sometimes we could go up to the front of the class and read what we had written to the class. Such was the case with Don.
He went up to the front of the class and said "This poem is about Nikki."
Of course everyone was instantly like "Oooooooooh" because we were 7th graders and that's what they do.
They didn't realize however that THIS would be the poem.
She's funny, she's smart, she's kind
She's Nikki
She is a ginger but she doesn't taste like one.
Shall I say WHAT?
First off, how Don was able to determine my decidedly ungingery taste is beyond me.
Even more beyond the grasps of my knowledge is why he would even put that in a poem in the first place.
But alas, it happened.
It's a pretty good story too.
Something else?
Books.
I love to read. Yep. I do.
Now I have never really liked reading assignments. The concept of being forced to read something and not being able to read as fast or slow as I'd like was not an appealing one.
But not lately.
Lately I've liked my reading assignments.
I'm going to end this post with just a bunch of books I like. It would be really cool if you...um...commented with some recommendations...
Sophie's World
Life of Pi
Hate List
Thirteen Reasons Why
Mysterious Benedict Society
May Bird
The Secret Series
Dear Dumb Diary
Eclectic I know. I was just reading my bookshelf there at the end...
Friday, September 7, 2012
Now Entering: The Suck Zone
Yep. You guessed correctly. It's story time.
Okay, so every single day after school I walk over to my mom's work. There I sit from 3 until 5 when my mom gets off.
It's not that bad really. Sometimes I have clubs to go to like Improv Club and more often than not I have at least one person keeping me company till 3:30. The rest of the time is passed with reading or messing around on my iPod.
Today wasn't unlike any other.
I met up with my friends Sasha and Sam outside the school. We stood around in the shade and talked for a bit before heading on over the my mom's office. Once inside we sat in the lounge and ate the snacks that we had stored for us in there. It was a perfectly average picture. The only part of this that had been even remotely odd was when a lady walked by the room with two small dogs. Other than that though, it was just another day.
Par normal, Sasha left first then ten or so minutes later Sam left the building.
I took my stuff into my mom's actual work area. She shared the space with two other employees and there was a spare desk which I sat at when it came time to wait. I got on Tumblr got caught up on my dashboard and events going on within my fandoms. At about 4:30 I noticed how dark it was outside. Around this time my mom started chatting with the other people in the room.
They joked about leaving work early. There were some thunderstorm warnings headed our way and they wanted to see if they could beat the weather. The discussion was dropped and they went back to work.
Ten minutes later, the sirens went off.
Since we were siting in a room where one wall was made of windows, we all decided it would be best if we moved.
I grabbed my backpack and the four of us made our way across the hall to an office that had once been a closet. The lady in there welcomed us (and a few others in). We were informed that everyone else had gone home already. This lead to jokes about them getting swept off the road in the winds. It also lead to statements about how we should of left at 4:30.
Someone came into the office and said that we needed to go across the street to another building to seek shelter. They said that a tornado had touched down nearby.
Now it was pouring down rain outside.
And I meant pouring. It was just sheets of rain and the wind was whipping around. The sky was tinted green and lighting flashed every once in awhile.
We were clearly not going outside in that.
Instead we sat in the office thinking.
Someone eventually decided that we should probably consider a better shelter than this former closet. Going to our actual storm shelter was briefly considered but the idea was abandoned once we looked outside.
My mom said that we should go hide in one of the closets. It was a fairly good size and would be decent shelter should any twisters come our way.
However, right as we opened the door to the closet, the power went out.
And the closet wasn't exactly empty either.
As we opened the door and the power went out, the people who were already in the closet taking shelter screamed and shut the door.
About a dozen smartphones lit up and we made our way into the storage area.
The people inside were quick to welcome us into the closet. I sat on some boxes and listened at the people around me called loved ones and updated them on the situation.
Unfortunately for me, when the power went out, do did the Internet. I wasn't able to tweet about the whole ordeal which I was more upset about than the storm. Periodically someone went outside and gave us an update.
"It's real windy out there"
"Still storming."
"A tree fell down over onto the street."
After twenty minutes of sitting in the closet we determined that it was safe enough to go home.
Now, I should mention this. My mom doesn't exactingly park close to her work.
She parks close to my school to make it easier on me in the mornings.
Any other day this would have been fine.
But today it was raining cats and dogs. The walk to the car probably lasted around a minute, a minute and a half.
By the time we reached the car we were soaked. Like, soaked soaked. Like, swimming in your clothes soaked. Like, walking to your car in the pouring rain and getting splashed by passing cars soaked.
We made it to the car, however soggy, and set about going home.
Using the magic of hands free calling we got into contact with my dad. The conversation went something like this.
Mom: We just spent 20 minutes sitting in a closet!
Dad: Why?
Mom: We didn't want to go next door for shelter.
Dad: Why did you need shelter?
Me: The tornado?
Dad: There is no tornado.
Mom: They said that one touched down.
Dad: No it didn't.
Mom: The sirens went off.
Dad: Those were for high winds.
Mom: Oh
Dad: I'm going to go get a massage now.
I guess my mom's work has poor sources or something. My father was making it quite clear that THERE WAS NO TORNADO.
Feeling safer we decided to call up my sister Karen. We told her what happened, she was slightly whiny.
Before I say this next part, there is something you need to know.
We have clowns living by our neighborhood.
Daisie Mae and Spangles. They have a sign in their yard, a tiny smartcar (which we dubbed the clown car) and an RV.
Clowns in general are just creepy so imagine my surprise when I turn to see the clown RV right behind us.
I have no idea what fate was thinking.
"We already have the storm and power going out trope. They left the building so there's another...what does this horror movie need? Oh yes. Clowns."
Mom and I told Karen that the clowns were following us.
Karen said to ditch them as clowns were bad news.
Eventually we got home (clown free I might add). It seemed the fates had one last bit to throw in before leaving us be.
Pulling up into the driveway I noticed one thing.
My brother's sun roof was open.
I told him and he closed it, which for now I'm going to say was the close of my adventures today.
All in all? I'd give it 4 stars.
Okay, so every single day after school I walk over to my mom's work. There I sit from 3 until 5 when my mom gets off.
It's not that bad really. Sometimes I have clubs to go to like Improv Club and more often than not I have at least one person keeping me company till 3:30. The rest of the time is passed with reading or messing around on my iPod.
Today wasn't unlike any other.
I met up with my friends Sasha and Sam outside the school. We stood around in the shade and talked for a bit before heading on over the my mom's office. Once inside we sat in the lounge and ate the snacks that we had stored for us in there. It was a perfectly average picture. The only part of this that had been even remotely odd was when a lady walked by the room with two small dogs. Other than that though, it was just another day.
Par normal, Sasha left first then ten or so minutes later Sam left the building.
I took my stuff into my mom's actual work area. She shared the space with two other employees and there was a spare desk which I sat at when it came time to wait. I got on Tumblr got caught up on my dashboard and events going on within my fandoms. At about 4:30 I noticed how dark it was outside. Around this time my mom started chatting with the other people in the room.
They joked about leaving work early. There were some thunderstorm warnings headed our way and they wanted to see if they could beat the weather. The discussion was dropped and they went back to work.
Ten minutes later, the sirens went off.
Since we were siting in a room where one wall was made of windows, we all decided it would be best if we moved.
I grabbed my backpack and the four of us made our way across the hall to an office that had once been a closet. The lady in there welcomed us (and a few others in). We were informed that everyone else had gone home already. This lead to jokes about them getting swept off the road in the winds. It also lead to statements about how we should of left at 4:30.
Someone came into the office and said that we needed to go across the street to another building to seek shelter. They said that a tornado had touched down nearby.
Now it was pouring down rain outside.
And I meant pouring. It was just sheets of rain and the wind was whipping around. The sky was tinted green and lighting flashed every once in awhile.
We were clearly not going outside in that.
Instead we sat in the office thinking.
Someone eventually decided that we should probably consider a better shelter than this former closet. Going to our actual storm shelter was briefly considered but the idea was abandoned once we looked outside.
My mom said that we should go hide in one of the closets. It was a fairly good size and would be decent shelter should any twisters come our way.
However, right as we opened the door to the closet, the power went out.
And the closet wasn't exactly empty either.
As we opened the door and the power went out, the people who were already in the closet taking shelter screamed and shut the door.
About a dozen smartphones lit up and we made our way into the storage area.
The people inside were quick to welcome us into the closet. I sat on some boxes and listened at the people around me called loved ones and updated them on the situation.
Unfortunately for me, when the power went out, do did the Internet. I wasn't able to tweet about the whole ordeal which I was more upset about than the storm. Periodically someone went outside and gave us an update.
"It's real windy out there"
"Still storming."
"A tree fell down over onto the street."
After twenty minutes of sitting in the closet we determined that it was safe enough to go home.
Now, I should mention this. My mom doesn't exactingly park close to her work.
She parks close to my school to make it easier on me in the mornings.
Any other day this would have been fine.
But today it was raining cats and dogs. The walk to the car probably lasted around a minute, a minute and a half.
By the time we reached the car we were soaked. Like, soaked soaked. Like, swimming in your clothes soaked. Like, walking to your car in the pouring rain and getting splashed by passing cars soaked.
We made it to the car, however soggy, and set about going home.
Using the magic of hands free calling we got into contact with my dad. The conversation went something like this.
Mom: We just spent 20 minutes sitting in a closet!
Dad: Why?
Mom: We didn't want to go next door for shelter.
Dad: Why did you need shelter?
Me: The tornado?
Dad: There is no tornado.
Mom: They said that one touched down.
Dad: No it didn't.
Mom: The sirens went off.
Dad: Those were for high winds.
Mom: Oh
Dad: I'm going to go get a massage now.
I guess my mom's work has poor sources or something. My father was making it quite clear that THERE WAS NO TORNADO.
Feeling safer we decided to call up my sister Karen. We told her what happened, she was slightly whiny.
Before I say this next part, there is something you need to know.
We have clowns living by our neighborhood.
Daisie Mae and Spangles. They have a sign in their yard, a tiny smartcar (which we dubbed the clown car) and an RV.
Clowns in general are just creepy so imagine my surprise when I turn to see the clown RV right behind us.
I have no idea what fate was thinking.
"We already have the storm and power going out trope. They left the building so there's another...what does this horror movie need? Oh yes. Clowns."
Mom and I told Karen that the clowns were following us.
Karen said to ditch them as clowns were bad news.
Eventually we got home (clown free I might add). It seemed the fates had one last bit to throw in before leaving us be.
Pulling up into the driveway I noticed one thing.
My brother's sun roof was open.
I told him and he closed it, which for now I'm going to say was the close of my adventures today.
All in all? I'd give it 4 stars.
Monday, September 3, 2012
The Earth Only Rises
I've got a post for you! Tragically, it's a bit scattered. SOOOOOORRRRRY.
So I am an active Tumblr user. I post. I reblog. I track tags.
One of my tracked tags just happens to be Marble Hornets.
Last night, the MH fandom was freaking out because of two anons sending messages to everyone.
One was whimsical and fun (tothedentist) and the other was ominous. (gamesgamesgames222222)
By the time I was caught up on what in the world had happened to the tag, tothedentist had revealed his identity.
The fandom had a good laugh about it, after all, it was just a big joke.
games was still posting however. And unlike the dentist, he was only targeting one person in particular.
Enter tumblr user, madeofsquirrels.
games claimed to be her protector. But his posts were vague, creepy, and down right unsettling.
I come along this. I'll admit I have a tendency to cling to these sort of things. Something interesting is happening, I want a part of it.
So I sent games a message. The blog title was theother and so I just made a few connections and BAM. games has a better nickname
theother. totheother. totheotter. otter.
Otter replied with,
i sense good things
in you
I took this as my invitation to go on.
Now the vague nature of Otter's posts reminded me of Anaz. So I decided to bring that in. No longer was I cheerful parkitcharlie, no, I decided I was the creature of the night.
My next question bordered less on the silly and more on the 'here let me creeper stalk with you'
we can be for good or evil. pick your side.
Otter replied with
why not both?
At this point, Otter closed his inbox. I figure he had been getting flooded with asks. Mostly people worrying about squirrel's safety.
I took this time to make this: http://anazthecliff.tumblr.com/
At this point I was a part of it. I made a quick post regarding the otter from anaz to show I was around. The otter opened back up his inbox and I sent him this.
you opened back up your gates. i introduced my own. the difference between us is a cliff dear otter.
The reply?
clever duckling
I joined in with the vague posts. I tagged madeofsquirrels in a few post. It's all on the blog if you decide to look.
In time, Otter and I had group of people trying to figure out our intent. One in particular, researcherteague sat down and did...well...research!
About 10 hours after it began, The Otter ended it.
They revealed themselves to be tumblr user CheckAgain.
People were surprised. Madeofsquirrels said that she was in on it, but not at first.
This 10 hour stretch has been my first real fandom experience with Marble Hornets.
I think the best part was after when I contacted madeofsquirrels and they said that Anaz freaked them out the most. Perfectly reasonable since I just tacked myself onto the joke.
We all agreed that some day in the future we should start a new slenderman series based off tumblr.
The name?
The Earth Only Rises, after games first post.
So I am an active Tumblr user. I post. I reblog. I track tags.
One of my tracked tags just happens to be Marble Hornets.
Last night, the MH fandom was freaking out because of two anons sending messages to everyone.
One was whimsical and fun (tothedentist) and the other was ominous. (gamesgamesgames222222)
By the time I was caught up on what in the world had happened to the tag, tothedentist had revealed his identity.
The fandom had a good laugh about it, after all, it was just a big joke.
games was still posting however. And unlike the dentist, he was only targeting one person in particular.
Enter tumblr user, madeofsquirrels.
games claimed to be her protector. But his posts were vague, creepy, and down right unsettling.
I come along this. I'll admit I have a tendency to cling to these sort of things. Something interesting is happening, I want a part of it.
So I sent games a message. The blog title was theother and so I just made a few connections and BAM. games has a better nickname
theother. totheother. totheotter. otter.
Otter replied with,
i sense good things
in you
I took this as my invitation to go on.
Now the vague nature of Otter's posts reminded me of Anaz. So I decided to bring that in. No longer was I cheerful parkitcharlie, no, I decided I was the creature of the night.
My next question bordered less on the silly and more on the 'here let me creeper stalk with you'
we can be for good or evil. pick your side.
Otter replied with
why not both?
At this point, Otter closed his inbox. I figure he had been getting flooded with asks. Mostly people worrying about squirrel's safety.
I took this time to make this: http://anazthecliff.tumblr.com/
At this point I was a part of it. I made a quick post regarding the otter from anaz to show I was around. The otter opened back up his inbox and I sent him this.
you opened back up your gates. i introduced my own. the difference between us is a cliff dear otter.
The reply?
clever duckling
I joined in with the vague posts. I tagged madeofsquirrels in a few post. It's all on the blog if you decide to look.
In time, Otter and I had group of people trying to figure out our intent. One in particular, researcherteague sat down and did...well...research!
About 10 hours after it began, The Otter ended it.
They revealed themselves to be tumblr user CheckAgain.
People were surprised. Madeofsquirrels said that she was in on it, but not at first.
This 10 hour stretch has been my first real fandom experience with Marble Hornets.
I think the best part was after when I contacted madeofsquirrels and they said that Anaz freaked them out the most. Perfectly reasonable since I just tacked myself onto the joke.
We all agreed that some day in the future we should start a new slenderman series based off tumblr.
The name?
The Earth Only Rises, after games first post.
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