exactly one month till I become 17. and today is when the rest of the people come in for music fest. uber excited, i can not explain. the last few days have been hell trying to survive and now (for once i might add) am stuck with a normal high school drama problem, but its different its music drama o.O...
anyway, I have been going to jazz choir for the past two days doing the vocal percussion for the song words, Here is the media to that song, I'm the soprano section of the vocal percussion, you cant hear it very well but its there. The welcome dinner is tonight and i get to see all the people.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
April 12
Music Fest is just around the corner and I cant help but want to go insane >.< three days of pure music and fun and Richard Nace is coming in. I is excited. I'm planning on taking all my workshops with him (if he has enough of course) and learning everything he can teach me. (I'm still debating on taking conducting 101 like last year maybe something more then 4/4 time will stick with me) I am going to be able to see some old friends who I haven't seen in ages (since last year) since they decided NOT to see me while i was up visiting for a day for POL >.> Claire... But who knows whats going to happen. more then 600 students are coming. This is not Sparta. This is Ketchikan we cant fit the Persians and the Spartans together in a small enclosed area. I don't remember all who's coming but i do know that two new schools are joining this year and our piano class is making poster with creepy smiley faces on them... Way to go Khi, lets welcome them looking like children of the corn.. Dear god. anyway. My poetry old loud DVD came in and it was wonderful watching it again (though it was better when I was actually there. )
INSANE MINDS THINK ALIKE
Mention it,
I know your thinking it
The twisted hallway you get lost in everytime
You venture into it
It boggles you like a puzzle that can not be solved
Our minds think alike, you and I
we solve everything the same way,
Our minds wrap around it and suffocate
Like waters of the unfortunate sea
You sit on your perch as I sit in this
Walled off room.
Like the beast they make me out to be.
Scratching the walls marking the days
That you will be just like me
I count the tiles over and over again to see if it changes
Or if my sanity shades it.
This bitter agony I have been put through
Hearing the whimpers on the other side of the wall
The whispers of the dead hidden in the walls.
My heart beat, loud enough, to throb, in my head.
And all i do is count the footsteps I hear on the outside.
continue making scratches on the wall, and watch
as the twisted halls appear in my dorm
Leading me to your sick throne.
INSANE MINDS THINK ALIKE
Mention it,
I know your thinking it
The twisted hallway you get lost in everytime
You venture into it
It boggles you like a puzzle that can not be solved
Our minds think alike, you and I
we solve everything the same way,
Our minds wrap around it and suffocate
Like waters of the unfortunate sea
You sit on your perch as I sit in this
Walled off room.
Like the beast they make me out to be.
Scratching the walls marking the days
That you will be just like me
I count the tiles over and over again to see if it changes
Or if my sanity shades it.
This bitter agony I have been put through
Hearing the whimpers on the other side of the wall
The whispers of the dead hidden in the walls.
My heart beat, loud enough, to throb, in my head.
And all i do is count the footsteps I hear on the outside.
continue making scratches on the wall, and watch
as the twisted halls appear in my dorm
Leading me to your sick throne.
Monday, April 11, 2011
That Drowning Feeling April 11
Pull your head out of the water.
This feeling you have seems
To suffocate you to bitter extremes
Like water boarding done for a militants
Sick twisted dream.
Who knows what waits for us at the bottom
Of that stingy lake that seems to have our name
Written on the surface of the water with the leaves
From the dead trees that we grew up with.
Their days were numbered from the day
The lakes surface was breached. such purity, spoiled.
By the insanity of a single person.
Who knows what was left when the waves brushed
The surface with its golden ripples reflected by Ra*
Himself.
What grace, beauty, divine pleasure
It was to look out at the surface, and see the elegence
That was stitched across the waves of this horrible
Nightmare.
What a sick and twisted reality it was to see
How much hell had broken lose.
*Ra Description
This feeling you have seems
To suffocate you to bitter extremes
Like water boarding done for a militants
Sick twisted dream.
Who knows what waits for us at the bottom
Of that stingy lake that seems to have our name
Written on the surface of the water with the leaves
From the dead trees that we grew up with.
Their days were numbered from the day
The lakes surface was breached. such purity, spoiled.
By the insanity of a single person.
Who knows what was left when the waves brushed
The surface with its golden ripples reflected by Ra*
Himself.
What grace, beauty, divine pleasure
It was to look out at the surface, and see the elegence
That was stitched across the waves of this horrible
Nightmare.
What a sick and twisted reality it was to see
How much hell had broken lose.
*Ra Description
Friday, April 8, 2011
April 8th
The last few days have been moderately stressful. Music Fest is next week and i need to find four people to house for me, >.< this is going to suck. other then that its been the same old same old. hell breaking lose in my head with new ideas for my Masquerade game i want to test run that i a right now currently writing. (spaced out to be honest thinking about what I'm going to do.) I'm currently looking for some good riddles for this game because its going to be one big puzzle.
Story
April 8th
I have woken up in Joker Towns hospital and I feel like hell. My body itself is still intact but my brain is still fuzzy, all I can remember is the half moose knocking me out and now waking up here. I was torn up they said, they said i must stay on bed rest. but i know old bones will be in at anytime. I need to find my way out.
Story
April 8th
I have woken up in Joker Towns hospital and I feel like hell. My body itself is still intact but my brain is still fuzzy, all I can remember is the half moose knocking me out and now waking up here. I was torn up they said, they said i must stay on bed rest. but i know old bones will be in at anytime. I need to find my way out.
Monday, April 4, 2011
April 4th
I would like to add how much i failed at trying to participate in BEDA but I still am going to blog everyday I can continuing my story and say a bit of my day.
This weekend wasn't all that bad. but it was nothing to shout over too. I re-vamped an old addiction and hate my family for it. Damn Matrix. So i have been thinking of finding a matrix code GIF for my background on my phone and my laptop so i have that feeling of being a bad*** for the nerdy giggles of it in general.
April 4th:
Tomorrow turned into three days later. That ball bearing did more damage then I expected. I have been locked away in an abandoned wear house since last entry. The reason i write now, is because i made a huge mess and probably the biggest mistake for the month. The person i had hit was no other then Old Bones himself, biggest crime lord that has hit Joker Town, all of New York for that matter, since the mutations. Nobody knows what he wants, he already has it all, money, ladies (surprisingly since all he is is a bag of bones with clothing on), power, anything you name he has other. then a human body.
The knock on the door was his goons apprehending me and beating me to a pulp and tieing me up here with nothing more then a giant half man half moose joker. for some odd reason i was able to beat him down without a problem. It seems too easy. I havent bothered to check his body yet. I better before something really does hap...
This weekend wasn't all that bad. but it was nothing to shout over too. I re-vamped an old addiction and hate my family for it. Damn Matrix. So i have been thinking of finding a matrix code GIF for my background on my phone and my laptop so i have that feeling of being a bad*** for the nerdy giggles of it in general.
April 4th:
Tomorrow turned into three days later. That ball bearing did more damage then I expected. I have been locked away in an abandoned wear house since last entry. The reason i write now, is because i made a huge mess and probably the biggest mistake for the month. The person i had hit was no other then Old Bones himself, biggest crime lord that has hit Joker Town, all of New York for that matter, since the mutations. Nobody knows what he wants, he already has it all, money, ladies (surprisingly since all he is is a bag of bones with clothing on), power, anything you name he has other. then a human body.
The knock on the door was his goons apprehending me and beating me to a pulp and tieing me up here with nothing more then a giant half man half moose joker. for some odd reason i was able to beat him down without a problem. It seems too easy. I havent bothered to check his body yet. I better before something really does hap...
Friday, April 1, 2011
April 1st
Considering it is BEDA (blog everyday April) I'm going to both tell about myself a little on that day and a little bit of the journal story i will work on.
Today: its 8:58 and i was reading one of my friends blogs and i learned about BEDA so i decided to participate. I'm writing this while a friend of mine is sitting behind me cussing under his breath xD because he is playing Mortal Combat 2.. This is humorous to listen to and watch. So i have this French song i needed to memorize by today... Yeah that didn't happen but it was worth the shot right? I dunno. I'm feeling daring today though to so I'm going to see what happens.
Story:
This was an idea i developed while playing a game called Mutants & Masterminds and how you pick your character is with a dice roll. get a 19 or 20 then you are a ace/superhero then 3 through 18 is a joker with an ace power. 1 or 2 and you have a deuce which is a hard core joker with a really dumb cheesy power for example being able to use only your thumb as a lighter, or being able to hover a centimeter from the ground, but you cant move. So this story is going to be about a joker's journal, i thought it would be appropriate because it is April 1st.
April 1st:
I live in the slums of New York City in a town called Joker Town. There isn't much else here other then the common freak and the uncommon Ace that decides to strut around town pretending he is hot s***. I live in an old run down apartment complex in downtown area of Joker Town, Apartment room B3. I have this obsession Collecting metal. but it think it might be due to the fact i can control it like i am now. To say the least i don't have complete control of it. For example. There it went out the window. Another poor fool going to get hit with a ball bearing. Deary I hope he isn't adhesive like the last one... That's a lawsuit for another time. I'm not like the other jokers where I have major mutations. I look quite human actually minus the freakishly long monkey tail which if I truly wanted i could hide without a problem. Before the "accident" i was a normal everyday new york cop. Average in every way. Then one day we got a call. A drunk alien, which had landed in what is now joker town, stopped to ask me, for directions, I tried to bring him to the station and then he ran back to his ship, which we later realized had pieces stolen from it, which caused a leak in the ship which spread through all the downtown area affecting all the people in it. That is how i am here now. This genetic mutation caused New York to split the civilians and the jokers apart, and the Aces hold us to that division.
I hear a knock at the door. Will continue on tomorrow.
Today: its 8:58 and i was reading one of my friends blogs and i learned about BEDA so i decided to participate. I'm writing this while a friend of mine is sitting behind me cussing under his breath xD because he is playing Mortal Combat 2.. This is humorous to listen to and watch. So i have this French song i needed to memorize by today... Yeah that didn't happen but it was worth the shot right? I dunno. I'm feeling daring today though to so I'm going to see what happens.
Story:
This was an idea i developed while playing a game called Mutants & Masterminds and how you pick your character is with a dice roll. get a 19 or 20 then you are a ace/superhero then 3 through 18 is a joker with an ace power. 1 or 2 and you have a deuce which is a hard core joker with a really dumb cheesy power for example being able to use only your thumb as a lighter, or being able to hover a centimeter from the ground, but you cant move. So this story is going to be about a joker's journal, i thought it would be appropriate because it is April 1st.
April 1st:
I live in the slums of New York City in a town called Joker Town. There isn't much else here other then the common freak and the uncommon Ace that decides to strut around town pretending he is hot s***. I live in an old run down apartment complex in downtown area of Joker Town, Apartment room B3. I have this obsession Collecting metal. but it think it might be due to the fact i can control it like i am now. To say the least i don't have complete control of it. For example. There it went out the window. Another poor fool going to get hit with a ball bearing. Deary I hope he isn't adhesive like the last one... That's a lawsuit for another time. I'm not like the other jokers where I have major mutations. I look quite human actually minus the freakishly long monkey tail which if I truly wanted i could hide without a problem. Before the "accident" i was a normal everyday new york cop. Average in every way. Then one day we got a call. A drunk alien, which had landed in what is now joker town, stopped to ask me, for directions, I tried to bring him to the station and then he ran back to his ship, which we later realized had pieces stolen from it, which caused a leak in the ship which spread through all the downtown area affecting all the people in it. That is how i am here now. This genetic mutation caused New York to split the civilians and the jokers apart, and the Aces hold us to that division.
I hear a knock at the door. Will continue on tomorrow.
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