Liam Neeson is Slacking!

You would think that there would be nothing less taxing that sitting around making phone calls. That is clearly not the case. I've made roughly twenty phone calls in the past half-hour, leaving messages for most of them, and I am pretty much wiped out after doing so. It's probably a sign that I'd suck at the job if I had it. It still stings that I won't get it though...

Anyhoo, I have decided that I would know EVERYTHING there is to possibly know if Liam Neeson was the one explaining it all. He has this soft, baritone voice that makes me want to listen to it forever...

Ugh, so tired. I was lazy this morning and slept past my alarm, but it still didn't do me any good. I could probably brew me up some coffee, but I won't, because I don't like the coffee we have here at the house. It makes me nauseous. I might make some tea though... that sounds kind of nice... especially if I ice it, so I have a nice cool drink...

What I should really be doing right now though, is going through my lines. I have a rehearsal today, and I haven't even glanced at my script in the past week! I'm so bad... THIS is why I don't have a larger role. I slack too much.

Tired Fluffy Bunnies

Once again, I am awake much to early. Well, to be fair, this is around the time I SHOULD be waking up, but I much prefer my lazier wake-up-time of eight, or even nine o'clock. I should probably go get some breakfast... I have to leave in forty-five minutes after all...

Also, after having speed through A Conspiracy of Kings yesterday, I have to say that THAT is my second-favorite book. It would be number one, but there's not enough Eugenides in it to justify it.

I seem to be finishing a lot of things lately. 30 Rock, Conspiracy of Kings... Now I have very little to do... I've lost my obsessions! NOOOOO!!!!

Just kidding. I do have another book to obsess about: Kiss the Bride by Patrica (Meg) Cabot. My problem with this book, however, is like the rest of her novels, Cabot is primarily focusing on the romance. I like romance quite a bit, but when that's all you're looking at, you're missing a much larger picture. Sure, she has some other stuff thrown in there to keep most readers happy, but I really do prefer the fast-paced danger and excitement of Megan Whalen Turner's writing over Cabot's fluffy-bunny writing. Plus, while Cabot isn't anywhere near as famous as Rowling or Meyer, there's still a couple movies based off of her books, which means she's just a little too popular for my tastes.

Vacations and Blue Birthdays

Random question #1: What is your ideal vacation? If I were a more interesting person, I might say going to Scotland, or Japan. But because I'm boring, I honestly would have to say staying in a nice hotel in Newport, OR for a week would be my ideal vacation. Sure I've been to Newport at least a dozen times before, but at least I know the area. When navigating, I prefer going primarily off of intuition and experience rather than using a GPS. That is one of the few ways that I rebel against technology.

Random question #2: What is your favorite color and why? Well, Blue, because it's a calming color. Plus, there's quite a few more shads of blue than there are of red, meaning blue's more diverse. If red gets too light, it turns to pink, but blue just stays blue.

Random question #3: What is your favorite childhood memory? Hm... that's actually a though one. Most of my memories of childhood aren't exactly happy ones. I think I'd have to go with the faint memory I have of my fourth birthday party. It was the first birthday I celebrated at the house my family has lived in for the past thirteen years, and I can remember having a cake in the shape of a train.

Mopping with the Stars

Let's travel back to a subject that is much too close to my heart for comfort. Procrastination. I've checked off ONE thing on my to-do list, and that one thing is 'wake up'. That wasn't exactly hard to do. But there are five other things I could be doing right now, all of them more important than watching the fifth season of 30 Rock. Yes, it's hilarious. Yes, Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin are one of the world's greatest comedy duos right now. But if I don't get the floors mopped by the time my mother gets home, they're going to be mopped with my ass! Not that that would get them any cleaner, but still, it's the thought that counts.

And while 'blog' is on my t0-do list, I really should be doing something more productive. I have a monologue to memorize, a lead sheet to rewrite, and a keyboard that is in desperate need of attention. But what am I doing? Blogging while waiting for my episode of 30 Rock to load. I am certain that there is no one in this world that is better (or worse, depending) at procrastination than I. Even if I do manage to pull myself away from my lovely computer for a half hour, within two minutes I'll be reading a book rather than DOING something of use... I'm so bad...

Gushy Weather

I was real close to not posting at all today. But then I looked up the author of the book I've been eating since yesterday, and the first result was his blog, and I was like, "Oh yeah..." So, here it is, my post for today.

The weather is unpredictable. Even seasoned meteorologists can get away with being wrong, simply because just a little change in air flow can effect temperatures around the globe. Well, weather in Northwest Oregon is some of the most unpredictable in the WORLD. Seriously. Today alone, we had both sunshine and snow. Within an hour of each other to boot. Don't get me wrong, it was cold all day, but still! I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the most solid person when it comes to decisions, but at least my mood doesn't change on a whim. (*ignores the falsity of that statement*).

Ranting about the weather aside, I gotta tell you, I haven't been this into a book since Conspiracy of Kings came out. Oh wait, that's a lie. I got the entire Narnia series for Christmas, and tore through some of those pretty quickly... Either way, I'm really loving the book I'm reading now. I won't tell you the title, or who it's by, but I will tell you that it's really good, even if it is a bit gushy.

Improv day

Today is going to be something of an inprov day. What do I mean by that? Well, I will have about four hours (three and a half if you count travel time) where I can do practically any thing I want. Well, within reason, of course. I can't go on a drinking binge. I can't go to the coast. And I definitely can't rent a hotel room and sleep for the three hours. But I think I will stop by the hostess store and get a box of super-cheap doughnuts. Why? Because there's been a lot of pastry eating on the episodes of 30 Rock I've been watching, and it's making me crave doughnuts. I also need to look around for purple tights for my Godspell costume. Our assistant assistant director keeps going on about how Godspell means great music and bright colors. Well, we've halfway got the first one, and once we're all done we're going to be more colorful that a jumbo bag of skittles.

Other thoughts for today include going to the library. I know it's a little boring, but it's something to do, and they have computers there. I like computers. They access the interwebs.

Can you tell I'm not 100% awake yet?

Late Drugs

You know what? I'm ironic. I love to procrastinate, but I hate being late. If that's not backwards, I don't know what is. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but still. I really don't like to be late. Whether it's to a concert of some sort, to a movie, hell, I hate even being a little late to a dentist's appointment! I just plain don't like it. It makes me antsy.

I also don't like finding out that things I like aren't as innocent as they are in my mind. I would have been perfectly content not knowing that most rock stars do drugs. Or that anyone does drugs at all. Cigarettes I don't mind too much (even though they have an awful smell), because I personally find someone smoking a cigarette slightly sexy. Same with Cigars. But weed, and pot, and stuff like that just doesn't sit well with me. Yes, I realize that any addiction of any kind is dangerous, but at least cigarettes kill your lungs as opposed to your brain. Though I could be horribly wrong about all of this... Either way, addiction and lateness are both very bad, and no one should indulge in either.

White Wedding

So, mom just finished (kinda) my costume for the production of Love Labor's Lost that I'm in. My character, Maria, has to wear white (it's in the script). White is like, the worst color for me to possible wear. (Well, white and pink. Both are equally horrible in my mind. Though I've been a bit looser with the pink thing recently) But what Mr. L wants, Mr. L gets, (he's my director in case you didn't pick that up) so I now have an almost all-white dress. All I could think when I was buttoning it up was "This would actually make a really nice wedding dress". And it would. It's white (as I said before), and has roses printed all over. The only problem I had with it was that the shirt didn't hang right on me. It looked like a Hawaiian shirt. I don't like that look, so I complained to mother about it. I got sore ears for it, but she's going to fix the dress. Hopefully. Sometimes her ways of fixing things just makes it worse. But you didn't hear that from me.

Another part of being in Love Labor's Lost was making a prop 'love letter' that scrolls down to the floor. Making it scroll was the easy part. I just taped a bunch of paper together. Then I had to write all over it give it the facade of being a letter. It took FOREVER. (meaning three episodes of 30 Rock)

Queens and Kings

On to the second post of today! What should I talk about... hmm... Oh! I can talk about my favorite books! It's a four-part series by Megan Whalen Turner, all about a man named Eugenides that lives in a Grecian-type world. The first book is The Thief, and it's how we get to know him. The second one is the Queen of Attolia, and it's how we get to know his (* spoiler alert*) future wife. The third one is the King of Attolia, and it's all about him finding his place in the court of Attolia. The fourth one actually switches focus from Eugenides to Sounis. I've only read the fourth one once or twice (compared to the dozen times I've must have read the other three), but it's just as excellent as it's predecessors. My favorite for certain is the King. I don't completely know why. I think it's because it shows better than the others the romance between Eugenides and Attolia. I like romance. That's mostly because I'm a girl I think. I'd probably be more into the battle scenes if I were a guy, but I'm not. I want to be though. Being a girl sucks.

Forgetfulness

Well, shoot. I forgot to post yesterday. Oh well. I'll post two today to make up for it. Why not just leave it? Because the numbers would bug me. And yes, it does make a difference.

I'll use this post to tell you all about my day. Nothing of note really happened, but I can still talk about it. I woke up at six-thirty to my alarm talking about something stupid like erectile dysfunction, and without even waking up fully, I decided that I hadn't gotten enough sleep, so I set my alarm for another half-hour. At seven, I woke up again, and actually got out of bed. I figured out what I was going to wear, put it on, and then dealt with my hair and makeup. I gathered my things together, and then had a bowl of cereal while I played around on the interwebs. Then Daddy and I left, got to church, and I had band rehearsal. Then I played (like I always do) in service, and then I just waited around for the second service to be over. Then I had lunch with the rest of my choir, then we had rehearsal, and then I came home. Like I said, nothing noteworthy, but it's still something to talk about.

Planetary desk chairs

I need to get me a new office chair. The one I have right now is falling apart on me. Not too literally, I mean, it's still functional, but I'm having to use shoelaces to keep the back in an upright position. Hopefully I'll be able to find a new one at a decent price somewhere. But I probably won't be able to get one any time soon. My next paycheck is going almost completely into my spring break trip, and I have no money currently. *sigh* I hate money, I really do. I love buying things, but I hate spending money.

It just occurred to me that I should name my monitor. Why? Because I just put a cotton bow on it, and it looks super cute. Of course, my computer already has a name (Mars), but since the monitor is replaceable (I just got my current one not even a month ago), I want to name it. I think I'm going to go with the obvious and call it Venus. Mars and Venus. Or Ares and Aphrodite when I'm feeling Grecian rather than Roman. I can remember quite clearly singing a rather crude elementary school rhyme in the shower when I was younger. How did it go? Something about Venus rhyming with penis? I hope that wasn't it...

NY, NY

I like to think that I'm a creative person. I can, on occasion, come up with an idea that is completely my own. Most of the time though, I'm revamping somebody else's idea. Not very moral of me, I know, but there is a saying. Copy from one person, and it's plagiarism. Copy from several, and it's research. I, unfortunately, fall under the first category most of the time. I'm just that lazy. But as I said a couple sentences ago, I can occasionally come up with something original. I can't think of something right now though...

Anyhoo, my latest obsession is 30 Rock. On some level I hate it, because the cameraman gets shaky once in a while and I don't like that, but on another level, I love it, simply because it's so witty. My favorite line so far? "Those shoes are definitely bi-curious". It doesn't take much to amuse me, but it does take quite a bit for me to whip out my witch-cackle, that that line did it. It did it so hard... okay, mind out of the gutter. Anyway, if you're curious about the plot of the show, I suggest you wikipedia it, 'cause I'm feeling too lazy to explain it, and my word count is just about up.

Pointing Fingers

Ideally, there is a point to everything. You don't say something unless there is a point to it. You don't do something unless there is a point to it. You don't use a pencil unless there is a point to it. Well, my problem is that too many things I do are unfortunately, pointless. Like reading fanfiction. Sure, it amuses me for however long it takes me to read it, but beyond that, I spend hours and hours doing pretty much nothing, when I could be improving myself in various ways. Though to be fair I've learned quite a few new words through reading fanfiction. Like Euphonious. If you don't know what that means, look it up. Also, I just realized that I should probably step up my word-count now. I've been at this two weeks, and while it barely takes anything to write the required hundred, it takes me quite a bit to reach two hundred. But the whole point is the challenge myself, and how can I do that if I just coast by on a measly hundred words? So, my posts will now be doubled in their requirement, and through this doubling, I will become a great writer! Not really, but I like to fool myself.

The Egg came first!

'Twas the day after valentine's day, and all through the house, all creatures were stirring, trying to get out.

So yeah, my morning wasn't so great, but the day has gotten better. I just ran down to the store and bought me some egg rolls and ironically, actual eggs. Not raw eggs though. Hard boiled eggs. You might be wondering, hey, why didn't you just boil some yourself? Or, why do you need hard-boiled eggs at all? Well, the answers to those questions you nosy little twit, is that I needed some protein, and I was too lazy to boil some up on my own. Laziness is one of my worst flaws you know.

The Valen in the Tine

So, today is Valentine's day. I could talk about it. I could go on about how it's the most romantic day of the year, and that I love it or hate it or some other rot like that, but to be quite honest, I'm rather apathetic towards it. Valentine's day could not exist for all I care. Sure, it's nice to get cards and gifts and stuff, but I seriously don't care. So, in the fifty or so words I have left, I'll talk about one of my favorite shows. Bones. A hilarious cop-drama about an anthropologist teaming up with an FBI agent to solve murders. These two have quite a bit of chemistry between them, but they're both completely stupid about it. It's been obvious since the beginning that they love each other, but they've never actually hooked up. And they've even hooked up with other people. Is stupid. Though after watching the latest episode I think it's likely that they'll be getting together soon. Fingers crossed.

Speed Typers

So, here we are not even twelve hours after my last post. Why post this early you ask? Couldn't you do this when you get home tonight? I could, but that would defeat the purpose of this exercise. So, I'll make this as quick as possible since I have to get ready to leave in ten minutes, and you can only type so many words in ten minutes. Granted, I'm sure there are several people who could type a lot more words that I in ten minutes, but I am not them, so you're only getting my required hundred. And lookie here, we have over a hundred already. I'm just that good.

Vladentine's Day

So, I'm a little almost late. But whatever. I've had a pretty long day and haven't had a chance to be online until now. Well, to be fair I can check my email on my phone, but that's about it. So, on to why my day was long. Well, I woke up in the bed of one of my friends after falling asleep after midnight last night watching movies (by the way, the Last Exorcism is pointless). After gathering up all the stuff we needed, she, I, and another friend ended up at our church, where we parked the car, and then headed to McDonald's for breakfast. Then we had a three hour rehearsal, and then we set up for the Valentine's Day Dinner my choir was holding as a fundraiser. It was rather fun, but a WHOLE lot of work. I'm almost ready to collapse into my bed and sleep for a day. But I have to wake up early tomorrow and do the whole church bit. But I'll get to see my best friend, so it'll be worth it. Yeah...

Broken Pencils

Okay, so I'm done with the numbered posts. Partly because it's slightly depressing, and partly

because I'm sure I can think up more clever titles for my posts. But while we're on the subject of numbers (and yes, we totally are), I'd like to mention that the number eleven is pretty much useless. Sure, it's important for getting from ten to twelve, but there's no symbolic meaning to it. You don't hear about the eleven commandments, there isn't a special name for something that there's eleven of. Eleven is pretty much completely useless. Eleven is the broken pencil of the number world.

Post Tin

My current obsession is the show 'Better off Ted'. It's this hilarious show about the head of an Research and Development department for a soulless company. Ted is your average superman with on again off again morals and a fierce loyalty for both the company and his friends. His friends include two brilliant scientists named Phil and Lem. They are rather foolish and insecure, but oh so adorable and hilarious. His 'love interest' is a product tester that works for him who acts as the moral company for their group. I don't like her. She's too preppy. I would much rather have Ted hook up with his boss, Veronica, who's cold, controlling, and competitive. And much prettier. But that's just my personal opinion, which doesn't count for anything.

Post Nein

I'm going to be super busy today. My mother and I are leaving the house in about a half hour for Salem (which is about a half hour away). First we're going to run a couple errands, and then she's going to drop me off at the church so she can go do her job while I wait around. Why do I need to wait? Because my best friend doesn't get out of her class until 11:20. So I'm going to laze around, and hopefully I'll find something to do. Maybe I'll time myself on how quickly I can do word-finds. Anyhoo, I'll meet my best friend, and we'll hang out for a bit, and then I have a shift at the little store I work at. For four hours I'll sit behind a cash register, being bored because no one comes into the shop (that's not necessarily true, but still). After my shift's up, I'll walk back to the church and eat dinner, and then wait for band practice to start. Once it does, I get to sit on my butt for three hours, just playing chords. Then I get to come home. I like Wednesdays.

Post Ate

So, we've gone a full week now. Guess this means I've got to up my game. A full one hundred words, every single day. Of course, I was writing close to a hundred words already, but now I actually have to make it. So, what shall we talk about today? I know! The fact that my nails are at that annoying stage where the polish on them is kind of chipping off, but when I pick at them the polish doesn't want to come off. So, today I'm going to take my nail polish remover to them. No more scandalous red nails for me. What color should I paint them next? Blue? Green, maybe? I'll probably go with turquoise, because that's what color I'm planning on wearing tomorrow. Though that has the possibility of changing... I never really can say for certain what I'm going to wear until that day...

Post Sven

Well, with this post I'll have made it a week. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself. Not really though... What really is impressive though is the amount of time I spend procrastinating. I'm like a world-class procrastinator. I have like, eight lines that I need to have memorized by three this afternoon, and I've just barely started on them. I know I really should be more responsible about these things, but it's so hard...

Post Sick

I woke up much too early this morning. I always seem to be waking up too early, but this morning was especially bad. Six thirty. No one in their right mind should be awake at six thirty in the morning. It's inhumane! It's cruel! There should be a law that states no one can get up before eight, at the very least. (Or I could just go to bed earlier)

Post Hive

So, right now I'm kind of hyper, which is annoying since I just got up forty-five minutes ago, and I really shouldn't be this hyper. I haven't even had any coffee yet! Just some sugary cereal. Mmm... cereal. Anyhoos, I'm going to be leaving in a half hour to go to a rehearsal for the production of Godspell that I'm in. It's all so exciting... And exhausting as well, but that's part of what makes it worthwhile.

Post For

You know what my problem is? Just one more. I would be fine if I didn't get to the end of an episode, or a book, or a chapter, and instead of stopping and doing what I'm supposed to, say to myself, "Oh, just one more. Then I'll do it". That's the trap I'm falling into today. I have a list of about twenty things I should be doing, but here I am, trying to finish up the K-drama I talked about yesterday. It's not even that good. Don't get me wrong, it's interesting, but I can honestly say I've seen better.

Post Tree

Well, I've impressed myself. I managed to clean up my office in just a half hour. Of course, my desks are still both messy, but the floor's clean, and I took out a ton of trash. And I even vacuumed! And since I got it done in just a half hour, this allows me time to watch more of my Korean Drama! :D The K-Drama I'm watching right now is called Princess Hours. It's about a Korean girl that suddenly finds herself married to the Crown Prince. There's quite a bit going on, what with the fact that the Prince is a jerk, and he was in love with another girl before they were married. And he has a cousin who was the son of the Crown Prince before him that's out to get revenge for the wrong that he and his mother suffered fourteen years ago with the death of his Father. It's all so deliciously complicated. There's part of me that wants to stop watching it because the episodes are an hour each, and there's twenty-four of them, and it'll take me FOREVER to watch them all, but at the same time it's just so wonderfully interesting and dramatic.

Post Too

It is a BEAUTIFUL morning! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and my parents are still asleep. Of course, the day is only beautiful if one views it from the inside, for it is 31 degrees Fahrenheit out there, and if I were to go out I'd be freezing my fingers off within five minutes. It's better than having snow though. I really do not like snow. It's cold, wet, and makes it hard to drive. I'm sure I would be able to get used to it if I lived somewhere where it snowed all the time, but I don't, so I don't like snow.

Post Numero Uno

So, as you can see by the title, my sister is forcing me to write. Why? Because I really want to write a novel within the next year, and she seems to think that writing on a blog every day will help me achieve that goal. I don't actually know how well this will work. I'm a very lazy person by nature, and haven't been able to keep up even a journal for more than a week. Nonetheless, I will endeavor to meet her challenge. Onward and upward and all that rot.