I should have known it all along....a sweet sacrifice for the love I once knew..
This week, I used a slightly organized method of remembering things I wanted to tell you dudes.
MTM's book: She got her computer working again and spent a couple hours the other day working on her novella, and she asked me to help her with it. I took a chance and actually pointed out some problem areas, awkward sentences, etc. My most repetitive instruction was to expand the scenes. I can tell by her writing style that she sees her stories in a film-like form in her mind, so she goes AT that pace. The trick is to get her to pause that film, write down in detail the entire frame, then continue. It was fun. Hee...
Moving: We're moving again, hopefully for the last time. We found 21 acres of property and are planning on building houses for our five families(our 'community) and we'll all live there together, be self-sustaining, and awesomely settled down at last. There's a lot of debating and discussion and such going on, and it's all pretty exciting. Man, mom and I counted up how many full-out moves we've done since she and dad were together 20 years ago, and this will be the 21st time. Yipes. That's averaged out to once a year. The longest we've lived anywhere was four years, and the second-longest was two and a half years. So yeah, that means a few places we've lived less than a year. I don't know how many times I've signed up for girl scouts, cheerleading, ballet, 4H, etc....those kinds of groups, and then ended up moving before I got to take part in any of it. It's disappointing, to say the least, but I think I've become used to it. And hopefully, this is the last time! *crosses fingers*
I took an opportunity and recorded all my 'better' original songs and recorded them on my mp3, put them on the computer and titled and arranged them into a little album sort of thing. The quality is horrible, with popping noises when the piano or vocals get too loud, but it's something. So yay. *punches air* I called the album, "Amber Street At Midnight" and the artist, "This Romantic Storm". Basically both are random things that popped into my head. And freaking Bilbo's toes....I played my original draft for Amber Street At Midnight, the song? AAAAHH. It was dull and horrible, the lyrics sucked and there was absolutely no structure. I should send you guys some of the recordings so you guys can hear the new version. It's not my final draft, but it's mucho better.
Album Song List, Draft...four something?
1. Overture/Bells
2. Rebellion
3. My Precious
4. Amber Street At Midnight
5. Fake Blue Eyes
6. Ryuuzaki
7. Unshed Tears
Man, it's weird looking at that list and knowing all the inspirations for it. Some are obvious...others, I'd hope not so much... :)
BTW, GG -- that job for my aunt seems to be working out. I get 50 bucks a week, doing calls. Hopefully it'll continue to give me at least a little income.
Beth: You know that personal escort of cuteness I have? The youngest girl of my mother's friend?(woah confusing there, Masciisan) Well, she has fallen in love with my L tshirt now. Every day she comes over, she crawls into my lap, and looks up with her big eyes to see if I'm wearing it. If I'm not, she gets all pouty and says she wishes I would have worn my L-shirt...XD If I do, she giggles and says with glee, "Hey! You awe weawing your L shirt!" And she promptly pokes a very serious-looking L in the face. XD LOLOLOL... Aaaand I'm teaching everybody Japanese. Like, everybody. My grandma thinks, "Ohayu!" is the word for everything, and my dad constantly says, "Mushi mushi" instead of "Moshi moshi", and uses THAT for everything. Mom says teenagers are hard enough to understand in their native language, and could we all please speak it. The little kids have sheets of vocabulary words. Haha...And Beth says, 'Daisuki!' in a really cute way that always makes Moony and MTM spazz out from the cuteness, and I give her new words to say with equal adorabality. Haha
Went on my first hay ride this week with Beth and her family, and THEIR church family. 40 something people went, including us. Wowzah. We sat on hay and stared at cows. It was really chilly, so I brought my trenchcoat as well as my favorite sweaterjacketthing. Yar. We were gone for about four hours, I think. Most of the kids jumped out to crawl on this huge fort of hay bales for awhile, and one chick picked one up and held it over her head(they're like 50-60 pounds, the dude says, depending). Then we went to the huge round hay bales(I dunno what they're called) and I got Beth's mom to come and jump with me on them. They were set up in rows, with large gaps in between the rows, and were about five feet high. The first time she jumped across a gap, she fell. Haha...And she was laughing so hard my bro and I had to help her get back up. It's fun, jumping across those gaps. Dunno why, but something about jumping hay bales was very entertaining.
Most of the hay ride Beth sat in teh lap of one of the girls from her church. I told her mom that I wish she'd sit in MY lap, and she laughed and said, "Oooh...is someone feeling jealous?" I made a pouty face and said, "Pffft! YES!" And when Beth finally came to sit in my lap I huggled her and muttered, "Miiine..." and she giggled and said, "Heheee! Now I'm YOURS!"
After the hayride everyone kind of bundled in the main guy's tiny house, and they had dinner. Hotdogs and only very spicy chips and stuff. At first I hesitated(it was a weird person's house I'd never met before. Even I hesitate to skeef foods) until Beth's mom started sticking food in my mouth at random points. Eggsalad sandwiches, these cookie things...
And they had fruits sitting out. I went all happy-faced.
STRAWBERRIES. AND APPLES. AND GRAPES. OHHHHHH LALA!
Mascii <3's her fruits. Very muchly. Anyways, I finally made sure all us kids had gotten plates and snatched myself up something to eat.
Annnnd....there was a piano there! w00t w00t! I have this thing where I hone in on any piano I'm closest to.
Annnnd...there was a long line for the only bathroom. By the time I got in there the toilet paper was gone. X_X Am I the only one who wouldn't have hesitated to dig through the drawers and stuff until I found the toilet paper? Well, I neeeeeded to go. So I found it. It wasn't like I was taking out family heirlooms or using their toothbrushes or anything, right? It was in the closet, BTW. Kthnxbai.
All in all a fun evening. W000t kaw00t.
ALSO. At the homeschool group thingy, there's a huge piano in the main sanctuary that's been calling my name for weeks now. IT'S A GRAND PIANO. AND IT'S SHINY AND GORGEOUS. MUUUUST TOUCH ITTTT...
So last week after classes I snuck in there, MTM following me going, "Ryuuuuuuuzakiiiii! Where are you gooooinng!" and I started playing my original songs on that hot instrument.
OOOOoh it was awesome. The notes just FLOWED into each other gorgeously, the touch wasn't rough like Beth's mom's piano, and it wasn't at all plinky or awkward. It was freaking awesome.
Some dude came up(holding a munchkin) while I was playing and applauded me. I'd guess he was about 11, 12, 13 -ish...and he asked me how I learned to, "do that". I said I'd taught myself piano for about seven years now, and he asked me about the black keys and stuff, and then said he was going to "help me play", so he started tapping on the high keys while I continued playing. Eventually he stopped(thank goodness. He was interrupting my song muse) and he left.
Theeeen the lady in charge of the homeschool thing came up and said I'd have to stop playing. I apologized and tried to explain in a non-weird way my obsession with touching pianos, and she seemed to understand. Said they'd had a grand piano once, too, but they didn't use it enough so they'd had to sell it.(This I don't understand. WHY!?)
Mom says I shouldn't have played the piano without asking first.
She also said the dude who asked about my playing was flirting with me, even though she wasn't there. X.x Mom's automatic answer when it comes to a guy talking to me is that he's flirting with me. Sheesh...I'm pretty sure the times when I KNOW the guy(s) is flirting, it's been because the friend I'm with drew them over. It's just LIKE that. It gets confusing to explain, but there have been a couple of occasions when a guy came up and started chitchatting or something, but it's always been when a friend of mine is with me, someone I know who attracts guys alot. By myself, I think I kind of scare them. No, really. Especially with my 'quiet-but-suddenly-very-non-hesitant' attitude. I kind of pop out and start talking business, that's my way. Mwhaha...and MTM thinks of me in a biased light. VERY.
AAAAAND...I think that's all. Found a couple new bands - Deas Vail is awesome so far, caught me on the first song...and I have a bunch of tests this week that could alter my life enormously, so wish me luck!
MTM's book: She got her computer working again and spent a couple hours the other day working on her novella, and she asked me to help her with it. I took a chance and actually pointed out some problem areas, awkward sentences, etc. My most repetitive instruction was to expand the scenes. I can tell by her writing style that she sees her stories in a film-like form in her mind, so she goes AT that pace. The trick is to get her to pause that film, write down in detail the entire frame, then continue. It was fun. Hee...
Moving: We're moving again, hopefully for the last time. We found 21 acres of property and are planning on building houses for our five families(our 'community) and we'll all live there together, be self-sustaining, and awesomely settled down at last. There's a lot of debating and discussion and such going on, and it's all pretty exciting. Man, mom and I counted up how many full-out moves we've done since she and dad were together 20 years ago, and this will be the 21st time. Yipes. That's averaged out to once a year. The longest we've lived anywhere was four years, and the second-longest was two and a half years. So yeah, that means a few places we've lived less than a year. I don't know how many times I've signed up for girl scouts, cheerleading, ballet, 4H, etc....those kinds of groups, and then ended up moving before I got to take part in any of it. It's disappointing, to say the least, but I think I've become used to it. And hopefully, this is the last time! *crosses fingers*
I took an opportunity and recorded all my 'better' original songs and recorded them on my mp3, put them on the computer and titled and arranged them into a little album sort of thing. The quality is horrible, with popping noises when the piano or vocals get too loud, but it's something. So yay. *punches air* I called the album, "Amber Street At Midnight" and the artist, "This Romantic Storm". Basically both are random things that popped into my head. And freaking Bilbo's toes....I played my original draft for Amber Street At Midnight, the song? AAAAHH. It was dull and horrible, the lyrics sucked and there was absolutely no structure. I should send you guys some of the recordings so you guys can hear the new version. It's not my final draft, but it's mucho better.
Album Song List, Draft...four something?
1. Overture/Bells
2. Rebellion
3. My Precious
4. Amber Street At Midnight
5. Fake Blue Eyes
6. Ryuuzaki
7. Unshed Tears
Man, it's weird looking at that list and knowing all the inspirations for it. Some are obvious...others, I'd hope not so much... :)
BTW, GG -- that job for my aunt seems to be working out. I get 50 bucks a week, doing calls. Hopefully it'll continue to give me at least a little income.
Beth: You know that personal escort of cuteness I have? The youngest girl of my mother's friend?(woah confusing there, Masciisan) Well, she has fallen in love with my L tshirt now. Every day she comes over, she crawls into my lap, and looks up with her big eyes to see if I'm wearing it. If I'm not, she gets all pouty and says she wishes I would have worn my L-shirt...XD If I do, she giggles and says with glee, "Hey! You awe weawing your L shirt!" And she promptly pokes a very serious-looking L in the face. XD LOLOLOL... Aaaand I'm teaching everybody Japanese. Like, everybody. My grandma thinks, "Ohayu!" is the word for everything, and my dad constantly says, "Mushi mushi" instead of "Moshi moshi", and uses THAT for everything. Mom says teenagers are hard enough to understand in their native language, and could we all please speak it. The little kids have sheets of vocabulary words. Haha...And Beth says, 'Daisuki!' in a really cute way that always makes Moony and MTM spazz out from the cuteness, and I give her new words to say with equal adorabality. Haha
Went on my first hay ride this week with Beth and her family, and THEIR church family. 40 something people went, including us. Wowzah. We sat on hay and stared at cows. It was really chilly, so I brought my trenchcoat as well as my favorite sweaterjacketthing. Yar. We were gone for about four hours, I think. Most of the kids jumped out to crawl on this huge fort of hay bales for awhile, and one chick picked one up and held it over her head(they're like 50-60 pounds, the dude says, depending). Then we went to the huge round hay bales(I dunno what they're called) and I got Beth's mom to come and jump with me on them. They were set up in rows, with large gaps in between the rows, and were about five feet high. The first time she jumped across a gap, she fell. Haha...And she was laughing so hard my bro and I had to help her get back up. It's fun, jumping across those gaps. Dunno why, but something about jumping hay bales was very entertaining.
Most of the hay ride Beth sat in teh lap of one of the girls from her church. I told her mom that I wish she'd sit in MY lap, and she laughed and said, "Oooh...is someone feeling jealous?" I made a pouty face and said, "Pffft! YES!" And when Beth finally came to sit in my lap I huggled her and muttered, "Miiine..." and she giggled and said, "Heheee! Now I'm YOURS!"
After the hayride everyone kind of bundled in the main guy's tiny house, and they had dinner. Hotdogs and only very spicy chips and stuff. At first I hesitated(it was a weird person's house I'd never met before. Even I hesitate to skeef foods) until Beth's mom started sticking food in my mouth at random points. Eggsalad sandwiches, these cookie things...
And they had fruits sitting out. I went all happy-faced.
STRAWBERRIES. AND APPLES. AND GRAPES. OHHHHHH LALA!
Mascii <3's her fruits. Very muchly. Anyways, I finally made sure all us kids had gotten plates and snatched myself up something to eat.
Annnnd....there was a piano there! w00t w00t! I have this thing where I hone in on any piano I'm closest to.
Annnnd...there was a long line for the only bathroom. By the time I got in there the toilet paper was gone. X_X Am I the only one who wouldn't have hesitated to dig through the drawers and stuff until I found the toilet paper? Well, I neeeeeded to go. So I found it. It wasn't like I was taking out family heirlooms or using their toothbrushes or anything, right? It was in the closet, BTW. Kthnxbai.
All in all a fun evening. W000t kaw00t.
ALSO. At the homeschool group thingy, there's a huge piano in the main sanctuary that's been calling my name for weeks now. IT'S A GRAND PIANO. AND IT'S SHINY AND GORGEOUS. MUUUUST TOUCH ITTTT...
So last week after classes I snuck in there, MTM following me going, "Ryuuuuuuuzakiiiii! Where are you gooooinng!" and I started playing my original songs on that hot instrument.
OOOOoh it was awesome. The notes just FLOWED into each other gorgeously, the touch wasn't rough like Beth's mom's piano, and it wasn't at all plinky or awkward. It was freaking awesome.
Some dude came up(holding a munchkin) while I was playing and applauded me. I'd guess he was about 11, 12, 13 -ish...and he asked me how I learned to, "do that". I said I'd taught myself piano for about seven years now, and he asked me about the black keys and stuff, and then said he was going to "help me play", so he started tapping on the high keys while I continued playing. Eventually he stopped(thank goodness. He was interrupting my song muse) and he left.
Theeeen the lady in charge of the homeschool thing came up and said I'd have to stop playing. I apologized and tried to explain in a non-weird way my obsession with touching pianos, and she seemed to understand. Said they'd had a grand piano once, too, but they didn't use it enough so they'd had to sell it.(This I don't understand. WHY!?)
Mom says I shouldn't have played the piano without asking first.
She also said the dude who asked about my playing was flirting with me, even though she wasn't there. X.x Mom's automatic answer when it comes to a guy talking to me is that he's flirting with me. Sheesh...I'm pretty sure the times when I KNOW the guy(s) is flirting, it's been because the friend I'm with drew them over. It's just LIKE that. It gets confusing to explain, but there have been a couple of occasions when a guy came up and started chitchatting or something, but it's always been when a friend of mine is with me, someone I know who attracts guys alot. By myself, I think I kind of scare them. No, really. Especially with my 'quiet-but-suddenly-very-non-hesitant' attitude. I kind of pop out and start talking business, that's my way. Mwhaha...and MTM thinks of me in a biased light. VERY.
AAAAAND...I think that's all. Found a couple new bands - Deas Vail is awesome so far, caught me on the first song...and I have a bunch of tests this week that could alter my life enormously, so wish me luck!