Hello all! I'll keep this short and sweet -
Tomorrow is the Extra Life game day! This is my fourth year participating and I am so excited! I'll be playing video games for a solid 24 hours to raise donations for the Children's Hospital of Denver, Colorado. I'd seriously appreciate anything you can give! If you can only give 5$, then perfect! Everything helps!
Perhaps this is a dorky request, but I figure since we're all music enthusiasts here, why not?
The composer of the first three Tomb Raider games is hosting a Kickstarter project to revamp the soundtrack with a full orchestra, to be recorded at Abbey Road studios in London. I wrote up a summary regarding the project over on the Tomb Raider Deviantart page I admin if anyone's interested in more details: http://tombraiders.deviantart.com/journal/The-Tomb-Raider-Suite-News-686956563
Here's the direct Kickstarter link: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1636910846/the-tomb-raider-suite/description
We're almost there! If anyone would like to back the project, there's some epic goodies up for grabs when you participate including signed posters, shirts and more!
It's been a long time since I wrote a blog last, but this feels like a good time to do so. So much exciting stuff has been happening in the past week aghh I have to share it with y'all. Because, y'know, you're all like a second family to me.
Firstly, my work was chosen to be the official logo for this years County Fair in my town. It features the American Eclipse (coming August 21st) and our town is right on the line where the moon and sun will be crossing paths, for the perfect viewing experience Anyways, here's the logo for that. It'll be on banners, guideline books, and possibly some merch.
And next! (I'm so damn excited about this!!) I was checking out my brother's issue of Game Informer, to find my work had been posted in the fanart section. I sent them my work back in December without high expectations, but I damn near had a heart attack seeing it in there this morning I'm so happy it got picked, to be seen by thousands upon thousands of video game fans across the world! Keep an eye out for the newest issue!
In other related things, I think for now, I'm not going to college for Art, because I feel like I have a pretty good grasp on it, and what I really need to concentrate on is animation and coding, which I'd much rather put my money into to learn things I don't know over things I do. Also! I'm getting a printer soon to do some prints of my work! Which means some sweet, HD prints of my Green Day drawings *wink wink*
And I'm working on sorting out the mess that is the bridge between public schools and homeschoolers. The State Art Symposium is coming up in April, which is the largest art show in my state, providing a wonderful opportunity to get more exposure, hopefully to some art colleges. However... Public schools and homeschoolers hold this ancient grudge against each other, so wedging into it has been tricky. I'm glad my art teacher has been so helpful sorting out all that nonsense, though haha.
For now, that's all that's going on in my world. These days, it's always art related, which I'm fine with, as I now live, breathe, and sleep art.
Last night was like any other night - I stayed up later than I should working on a drawing, then I played The Last of Us. Well, sometime around 11:30, I decided to head downstairs and get a glass of water. Well, I took a tad too long and turned around to discover my Dad had gotten up to put more pellets in the wood stove. Well, I didnt want to scare the shit out of him by making my presence known since he's jumpy and clearly wouldn't be expecting to see anyone in the dark kitchen, because me and my brother rarely get up and go to the kitchen. So to spare him, I slipped out into the laundry room. Let me fill you in quickly on why I realized this is a problem...
The laundry room is also the enclosed porch, with a light that shines out outside if you want to get a look at things. I didnt realize until I was out there that there was a 75% chance of him coming out there to flip on the light and check the weathe outside, since we were also havign a blizzard at the time. Not uncommon for him to do this when he's up in the middle of the night. Even more problems, there's absolutely nowhere to hide in the laundry room, and if I got caught in there, I'd be suspcious as all hell and would get in trouble.
Sooo... Lucky me, I was already dressed from head to toe in black pajamas with a black hoodie, so I suck up in the darkest corner, praying he doesnt come out there.
I hear him come into the kitchen and get a drink... And then he does what I was not expecting, and defintely threw a wrench into my sneaky plan of getting back to my room on the second floor. He goes to the living room, sits on the couch, and watches TV for an hour at a very low volume. So any creaking floorboards will be very obvious. Also, let me illuminate another major problem: I live in a 110 year-old farmhouse, so the floors creak and squeal with every step, making being sneaky a ton harder.
Getting to the stairs from the laundry room shouldn't be such a chore, right? To make matters worse, the living room is situated directly in front of the laundry room, seperated by a large room with the computer and fireplace in it. This is the room with the creaky boards and the only thing (hopefully) blocking his view of me is the other couch in front of him. So after fourty five minutes of waiting for him to go back to bed, I finally decide screw it, I'll try my luck.
So I get on my hands and knees and am crawling as absolutely slow and quietly as I can, just to squeeze out of sight. I did eventually get there, heart racing in a panic.
Then I realized that all that turmoil was nothing compared to what was ahead of me. The stairs leading up to my room are the squeakiest damn things in the house, and they only creak louder when you're trying to be quiet and stealthy.
So I hung out for another 20 minutes, unsure if he'd gone to bed, practically lifting myself up the stairs by pushing back against the walls on either side of the stairs to skip the squeakest ones.
And at last! I made it back to my room one hour later with zero motivation to continue what Id been working on.
So this all started in a weird way, and to quickly summarize "Roger's" evolution, here's how he came to be:
My 4-H district was having a contest to draw a logo for next years's county fair, themed around the 2017 eclipse. Well, while working on that, I got bored and doodled some aliens, and Roger was the most amusing of the bunch. The little fellow was creepy and charming enough that me and my Mom formed a private joke about adventures he could go on and messes to get himself into. I refined his sketch, and now he'll be appearing in a daily comic strip! For now, I'm just illustrating how on Earth he ended up on planet Earth. Here's part 1 and 2.
I really can't look at the panel of Roger about to eat the cat without bursting out laughing, because his face says it all.
I suppose the goal of the comic is to poke fun at different things, like for example, the abstract painting in the living room and the perhaps overdressed house, decked out with enough Christmas lights to be mistaken for a space shuttle.
Aloha GDC brethren!
Tis time for me to start my my fundraising efforts for the 2016 Extra Life campaign!
To summarize, Extra Life is a charity event, in which you play video games for 24 hours to raise funds for the Children's Hospital of your choice. I play for the Children's Hospital of Denver, Colorado, as I know some kids who go there, including two kids I used to babysit who go there for diabetes check ups. I love doing volunteer work, and I love games, so this event is really a match made in heaven. <3
Now, I know you might not want to donate your hard earned cash to someone you do not know, but be aware! There are rewards for doing so! This year - opposed to last year, I will be giving away one of my drawings to one lucky winner. It may be one of the ones I have listed below, another one that I have finished, or a custom piece! You'll be entered into the raffle automatically when you donate any amount to the link below.
Thank you so much!
First of all - OH MY GOOSHNESS IT'S HERE.
I figure it's better for me to vent all my excitement and nostalgia here, because I know I load up my comments with all kinds of it and someone out there has to read it, so instead, I'm organizing my thoughts before I flip the fuck out.
It was October somthin' 2010 when I heard my first Green Day song. I remember that night clearly, considering how long ago it was. At the time, I shared a room with my older sister, younger brother, and her boyfriend was visiting from Minnesota for two weeks, sleeping in the room downstairs. On this night, and like most nights, we all hung out together in our room, watching movies, playing games and listening to music. I was sitting on my bed, across from hers, drawing a picture of a guitar (Mind you I was a terrible artist back then, so the body was shaped like a heart and the strings were crooked and ridiculous. ) Anyways, as I drew that, her boyfriend was putting on a new CD, talking about how the band was Grammy winners and all that. He played this sad, yet somehow upbeat song, and I instantly connected to it, even though I didn't voice that I liked it.
Over the course of the week, I'd heard a few more songs, including Viva La Gloria, 21 Guns (Though I don't remember hearing this one but it was insanely familiar to me when I heard it again) Know Your Enemy, Wake Me Up When September Ends and Minority.
It'd been a week or so later, and we kids had made plans to head into town to hang out by the Platte River. I had had Minority stuck in my head all day, so every time I got a decent distance from them, I'd hum it. That's when they were catching crawdads in the river, that they started singing Minority loudly and purposefully out of turn across the creek. I don't know why that memory always stuck with me, but I suppose it's because it connects me to a time when my sister liked Green Day.
The rest of it is kinda blurry, but I remember playing the impossible level St. Francis Folly from Tomb Raider, and for life of us, we couldn't beat it. Finally, he says "You know what? We need some tunes." He turned on Viva La Gloria and got it first try. That song always stuck with me after that, I'd hum the melody and try to figure out the lyrics, but never succeeded. So when I heard the song again later on, I flipped out.
I'm not going into detail about how much the last six years has been strongly influenced by Green Day, but I will say they kept me out of trouble and kept me sane, most of all, they kept me broke. For my thirteenth birthday (Which I was dreading so much) I got around seventy dollars in birthday money, and I invested as much of it as I could into buying the other Green Day albums I didn't have.
So now, it's been six years, and while my obsessive love for them had faded some, I'm still very fond of them, and very proud of all their achievements in the last year. Watching them get inducted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, preparing to release Revolution Radio, it all feels so surreal. When I'd become a serious fan, Uno was just coming out, like a week after I bought it. But I never got on the hype train with it, never read the reviews or anything, so my opinion on the trilogy was my own and not at all influenced by other opinions. When I heard Uno, I had it on repeat for literal weeks. While I sat by the window in my old room, with a small beat up stereo and headphones, trying to figure out how in the hell to draw humans, since I really wanted to draw the photos of Billie Joe in the booklet.
When people ask me how I started drawing, I instinctively say it was Tomb Raider, but Green Day did influence me, as well.
Gahh I don't even have words to express how excited and grateful, and proud I am. So I guess a huge thank you to the band, and to you guys here. I cannot even describe how damn cool it was to talk about the album, speculating release and tour details. I felt like this last year after inductions, but the feeling quickly faded once the GDC bullies made their presence known. But the website is better than ever, and you guys seriously feel like extended family. When exciting things happen, I'd much rather tell you guys than wait three days for my sister to finally answer me. We've grown apart, and I accept that now, and am moving on.
Thank you guys so much. <3
First off, I really can't form a coherent sentence about it that isn't a mass of curses and fangirl crying, and different words describing how 'beautiful' it is. I'm trying to organize my thoughts in a way that I understand, because right now it's all gibberish.
Waking from a messed up nightmare, first thing this morning, still in a hazy state, I logged onto Facebook this morning to see Green Day had shared the video for those who didn't have a nice, loving radio station to play it. (Pretty much every station within a 500 mile radius of me) And I was kinda skeptical, and hesitant to listen to it, almost in fear that it would be a rehash of some Trilogy stuff. My first impression was that the opening art of the video reminded me of Green Day's side projects, like the Network, Foxboro Hottubs, Pinhead Gunpowder, artistically.
The song itself has a lot going on, and I love how it reaches out to all different eras, instead of trying to channel just 'Dookie' as far as going back to their roots was concerned, like the Trilogy was. They seemed to get over-concerned with bringing back the classic grunge sound and lyrical content the older fans loved, that they forgot to include other elements in the Trilogy, whereas this song, I think, is a great combination of all the best things from past eras. It's a pretty strong single to launch the album with. It's catchy and fast paced, so that even the folks who aren't into the politics of it, can appreciate the sound, and will share it around. I'm still glad that the album will be covering some tough topics, since no other artists want to reach out and talk about it. This song being about the perspective of a mass shooter, it's not obvious that that's the meaning, unless you're actually listening to the lyrics, otherwise it could pass for a nice, grungy song to play at parties, and rage out in the mosh pit to. As far as sound goes, the guitar reminds me of King For a Day + Peacemaker + Christian's Inferno, plus the general sound of AI and 21CB. It feels like as far as lyrics and vocal melodies, it's pretty Insomniac-ish. Dark, brooding, and kind of upbeat at the same time.
The video, has a lot of references to past work. The American Idiot hand grenade art appearing on Tre's drum kit, the black and red graphic bomber jets from AI, the spray-painted designs that AI and 21CB shared, and the 'animated' graffiti style the 21st Century Breakdown music video had. The color tones reminded me of early Green Day, like Dookie - Nimrod. It doesn't seem like it the album is intended to be a 'concept' album, perse, but an album that will cover important topics without bringing diverse story telling and characters into the mixture.
All political junk aside, there's a lot of humorable lyrics scattered throughout the song, this one, for lovely example: "Give me death or give me head."
All of that together (and the additional things I haven't quite thought up to type yet) I think it's a great song, a strong single, and I'm definitely going to have it on repeat... For days... Like the Green Day trash I am... I believe this will be one insane song to hear live! Green Day could use some more upbeat songs to breakdown with besides King For a Day/Shout. *COUGH COUGH* Since they didn't play Dirty Rotten Bastards*COUGH COUGH*
Peace out girlscouts.
This is a really random story but it kind of freaks me out how weird it is, so here goes. So, to start this off, I'm just going to say, I write fanfiction. I have for three years, but it's not that smut shit because I figure I can write something kinda worth while and it doesn't have have all that crap in it. Anyways, I wrote a BVB fanfiction on the afterlife and suicide (All for the sake of experiment and reaching out to people) and all of that and have been posting it to this creative writing website. In my last update, I mentioned in my notes that I live in Wyoming, and one of my commentors said they did, too. Not a big deal, really. So I asked them, which part? The SAME TOWN AS ME. They're friends with some of my 4-H friends Best part is, they're just as weird as me and not into country music like everyone else in this forsaken town!!! But I'm having an issue...
ughhh I want to make friends with them, because this is a rare occurance. Sure, I have friends, but I don't have much in common with them. This is my chance! haha... But the problem I'm having, is if I tell them who I am, they may have heard of me before, because my town is tiny... and what if it spreads around and then that follows me for the rest of my highschool days... "Taryn writes fanfiction!"
1. I don't do it because I'm obsessed, it's because it's like working with a premade character in a story. You already know what they look like and all their quirks, so they're easier to work with and they have a pre-existing background. 2. I NEVER wanted my writing to ever intervene with my actual social life because people can and will, make fun of you for anything, and this is about as good as announcing you warship Satan or something. I'm not popular enough for it to spread like wildfire, but I know enough people to make it travel, which is a problem.
So what in the actual hell am I supposed to do with this?! On one hand, I want to make friends with her because she seems like a really cool person, but I don't know if she'd keep how we met a secret. On the other hand... I really don't want this to follow me forever if it slips from my grip, and the people who actually know me, happen to go and read this story, and associate me with my work, writing about suicide and all that crap. I could never talk myself out of a mess like that. So I'm asking for legitimate advice on how you would handle it, because truth be told, every single one of you has fangirled about something, even if it wasn't as low on the fandom chart as writing fanfics. What would you do? Thanks...
DO YOU WANT TO PLAY GAMES FOR 24 HOURS?!
Whhhoooooooooooooooooo wants to participate in an awesome campaign for the children's hospital of your choice?
The Extra Life campaign is open, and you can sign up to play video games for 24 hours to raise money for your chosen hospital. They don't have to be PS4 or Xbox games, either. Play whatever you want! If you want to play a game of monopoly, or Flappy Bird on your phone, go for it! It all counts.
If you wish to sign up for this year's game day (Which is November 7th) Go here -> http://www.extra-life.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=cms.page&id=1197
Allllsssssoooo, if you would be so kind to donate to my donation pool, no ammount is too low. If all you can give is 5 cents, then that's 5 cents more than I had before. I'm sponsoring the Children's Hopsital of Denver, Colorado. http://www.extra-life.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=account.profile
If you're already signed up, or plan on doing so, let me know and I'll spam the internet seeking donations for ya
Maybe it's for the best that GDC was down, I never would have completed my projects for county fair.
Here they are Pain in the butt, should I add?
I'll post additional artwork in my art thread, but I'm going to drop this here. I drew it exclusively for the auction. Basically a visual middle finger to the flag burners, social media brats and the ones who disrespect our veterans. They seem to forget that they're only allowed to burn that flag and bitch about hating the US because those soldiers died for that freedom. They hate it so much here? Go live somewhere else.
You're here... But you're not.
I'm lost, caught up in what should be happening.
But isn't, because a few wrong words.
I probably chased you away
With words I tried so hard not to say
My dreams haunted me with a recurring story
Yelling at me to yell at you.
I couldn't escape it, now I'm wrong.
More pictures clog up my newsfeed
praying it's enough to numb the distance
I want to say it's your fault...
But it kind of is, kind of not.
It's his. He tricked you and you left without another thought.
Pain undescribable with any words from the dictionary
It's not something that can be said, it has to be felt.
It's terrible, and it's chased me for years. I cannot avoid it, I cannot live a normal life now.
I miss you.
I miss everything you took with you.
You took away the tiny fragment of my future...
The light in my darkness, the one thing worth dragging myself to you for.
Now your both gone and you've already moved on.
I don't know how to form what I am feeling.
Seeing his face causes so much confusion I'm trying to deny...
I want to believe he's right so everything will go back to normal.
But it's too late now.
You won't come back.
You can't come back.
Now I blame myself for what I didn't say
I sided with you and played lapdog,
And now you're gone.
You don't want to come back.
I need you to come back...
Hey guys, I normally would never ask it, but...
Do you guys remember the band 'Kut U Up' from the Pop Disaster tour and more noteably from 'Riding in Vans with Boys?'
On Facebook, they shared this update: https://www.facebook.com/KutUup/posts/850604605020835?ref=notif¬if_t=notify_me
Micah and Brooke Mattson had their newborn daughter on the 13th of May, and she is currently facing difficulties such as excess fluid on her brain. She is undergoing surgery and is currently hanging on, they have set up a GoFundMe page here: http://www.gofundme.com/uvz6e4vk?fb_action_ids=10153406991106042&fb_action_types=og.shares
I'm praying for them, and staying hopeful.
If this somehow falls under the linking of 'similar websites' then that sucks and I'm going to tweet it, and share it everywhere.
Sorry, I did not get any pictures, but I'll be sure to post them when I get 'em home!
I've already written the results twice on two other pages, so... I'll copy and paste what I put on facebook.
"Us" (The massive Walking Dead drawing) it did not place, according to the judge, it lacked in emotional attachment to someone who had not seen TWD. Yet, it represented very well what I was going for. He had no advice on what to improve on, just additional advice on how to bring out the personality of the characters more prominently. Also, I got a lot of comments on it, and many questioned why it did not place. While, it would have been nice and all, I still had just as much fun making it as I did showing it, like practicing leather texture, dreadlocks, varying skin tones and ages, and Daryl's crazy long hair that someone needs to sneak up and chop off haha.
"Danai Gurira" took second place in teen category, the judge explained that this one carried the personality and emotion better than Us. She appears confident, unique and colorful with the clothing choices. Also, a bunch of other 'art laws' I did not know existed, but somehow I mastered in the one piece haha.
"Hayley Williams" (Aka "blue haired chick/lady") Did not place, but I got some more comments on colors and how they paired together nicely, apparently the slightly still-visible waves in the paper from the before-mentioned water damage was not noticable. (Thank the heavens for Google!) hahaha.
"Battlefield" (self explanatory... grin emoticon ) Got... Either 2nd or honorable mention, can't really remember now. The judge liked the framing for the picture size. (when I drew it originally, I had to cut the paper down to fit the reference because I'm terrible at transferring a smaller drawing reference to a larger image because the outline tends to turn out mis-proportionate.)
Anywoo... It did well, and was loved by many.
That concludes this art show. It was a lot of fun. (aside from doing everything from ironing damp washcloths to putting four bags of flour and a phone book on top of the water damaged one to repair it) Next one is fair, and chances are, these ones will go, alongside an entirely new batch, which will hopefully include some WIP's I've got right now. Like... a Last of Us concept painting from Bill's Town.
Peace out, girl scouts hahaha
Well, it was definitely an awesome weekend! Thanks for all the support (venom MCR fans get it )
Yesterday I spent the afternoon at the river with some friends from Homeschool group. (Ooooooh, I'm so unsocialized ) So... it was a nice day, and I was feeling the need to cross the river to the mini islands in the middle of the river because I hadn't been over to them in years, mostly because the water was always too deep.
Well... it started out shallow, until it came to thigh depth halfway out, I'm like, "screw this, I'm out." so after I wallow out, the boys run over and get in, get across and we return to our parents soaking wet and muddy. We're going back next week because everyone enjoyed it so much, I'm not wearing frigging unrollable jeans, though haha.
Anywoo.... That's all, so long and good night. *salute*
Thanks to everyone who guided me through the framing process! Unfortunately, the one picture I chose to not mat and frame on my own, suffered from water damage upon arriving home... It's fixable, thank God, but still... Anyways, here they are. I wrote a longer blog on it, then GDC randomly refreshed and I lost it all and auto save didn't restore what I needed to so, so whatever, I'll re-write a short little paragraph on it.
2. "Danai Gurira"
3. "Hayley Williams"
And... All together now.
I planned to do something a little flashier than this, like a balloon gif or something, but now I'm lying in my bedroom listening to 30 Seconds to Mars, watching the Walking Dead and wasting time.
So... As of today, two years ago, I was that poor sap on the new members tab at the bottom of the page. I wrote my introductory and that was it for about nine months, when I made my return in December. I was spending the night at my sister's house, but we got snowed in so I ended up staying the whole week. It was also the week of Tre's birthday, and I wanted to celebrate it, but there was no one to celebrate with. So I logged onto GDC and got sucked into it, I went into chat one night at twelve and never looked back. Though I have my moments where I'm inactive for three months, I always return. (You can't get rid of me unless I'm banned)
So... Yeah. For some reason I was expecting this to be longer, oh well, anyways, got the pictures framed and I'l post photos in my art thread later.
Stay wicked, rage and love. Peace.
So I decided to get both the Hayley Williams drawing and the Danai Gurira drawing professionally framed. And I'm going with matting, or double matting, it's undecided yet.
Judging from the photos below, which one (or two) matting colors do you think would compliment them?
A. Danai Gurira
B. Hayley Williams
See, I can't decide. Maybe a bright color, or a dull color? Hmm... Also, they're going to an art show. And for your advice, you'll get to see the finished product either tomorrow evening or later on this week, depending on when they're all done.
Before I dive any further into this blog, I'll drop this here.
Everyone ages differently. Some people, they're not creative. They go by the years, they're very precise, they don't forget their ages. Other people, grow and age, by the people they surround themselves with. Example: You surround yourself with druggies, you'll grow to react much the same as them, rather or not you ever did the damn drug. You'll be paranoid as hell, incapable of trusting anyone. But you'll probably feel pretty safe with that gun digging into your back.
Then there's us. I thought about this once, a few months ago. There is a third kind of person. This person, this aging ability isn't granted by who we surround ourselves in or by years, but by the world we immerse ourselves in. We surround ourselves in music, a genere of punk and rock music, we're all the same, underneath. So that's where the name comes from. I came up with the term for people like us. We call it Dry Ice. Because like dry ice, you give the punks of Rodeo a little bit. A coil of wire and some slabs of wood, they're gonna be inventive as hell. They're gonna come back with a frickin' Gibson guitar. You give us the tiniest drop of water, and it's enough to give us our start. It's enough to get us on our feet.
We're punks, we bounce back like that.
I'm not sure, but don't ask... Obviously, I listened to 1039 a lot this week. Anyways, onwards and outwards.
Now for some new lyrics:
Time of Death (Never Saw it Coming)
She was a girl with a lot of friends
She lived in a mansion on a hill
Right above hollywood
All her friends celebrities
He was a poor boy
No one know about him
He lived with his family
In a run down apartment
She, she drove a Cadillac
She'd drive to school and friends' and back
She didn't like to look
She wore tinted sunglasses and kept the radio loud
She wore her hair back in a tight ponytail
She wore a pretty patterned dress
And frial pearls
She never saw it coming...
Her time of death, was three in the afternoon
She turned at a light too soon
Hit in the side like a punch to the gut
Bleed out before they find you-
He, he drove an old pickup
Drivin by many before him
A hand me down antique with a bad ticker
He was way too cautious
Adjusts the mirrors and watched his little brother in the back
Playing airplane with some old toys brings a smile on his face.
But in that one glance
He hardly had the chance to see,
through the pouring rain
The sign that plead help me,
They found him in the ditch
Holding onto the fading stem of a once beautiful flower
tears tracing down his cheeks
He screamed at the EMT's to stay away
They pull him away... And he failed and fell...
His time of death was three in the afternoon
Heart failed twice and stuttered soon
He gripped his chest with eyes wide
Stare at the fading stars and bleed out before they find you...
He was forgotten
Her memory lasts
What? I don't know... I felt like doing some creative, narrative lyrics.
--I'm Already Up---
I'll wake up early
Watch some cartoons
Forget for a little bit
That you're away-
I won't force myself to eat
I don't need much other than this bottle of whiskey
I won't need to get dressed
No one's going to see me
It's not a fashion show when you are gone
I don't fight my hair to get it right
I won't fuss with the makeup
I stay up late every night
And in the morning I'm already up
Sitting with bloodshot blue orbs
Wasting this light on the memories
When you feel like talking,
I'm always up
Short little thing, huh? I'll see if I can dig up some more.
Nope, nothing that isn't exceedingly lame.
Ok, moving on....
So maybe everyone is sick of talking about the Cleveland shows (House of Blues and Hall of Fame, HOB, HOF) but I'm still feeling the aftermath pride of my favorite band making it this far. I could literally write up an entire blog entry featuring over 2000 words that describes how proud I am of them, but because I think I spilled my pride on every HOB/HOF related Green Day topic, I won't drag this out by making you read another one. I just want to leave it here, that I think they deserved it in every possible way, and i'm excited for the future of Green Day even if it is another year before they do anything. Ok, whew, GD rant done.
Next off, I've been skipping it recently, apparently. my weekly random-ass story. So here's one.
One of the things I miss most about my sister living in my hometown, is walking around late at night. I struggled with the rejection I got from hanging around her and her friends, so I'd walk off on my own and hum 21 Guns. It was the first Green Day song i'd really actually listened to. If you've read my previous posts (How you got into green day thread for example) you'd know what I'm ranting about, and I won't go indepth with it here, I've already said my peace. Anyways, it was the song that led me into Green Day's venus flytrap, if you will... Afterwards, every song, every word they said, I hung onto and I was stuck. I miss walking around this damn town at night, I miss the street lights, and oddly enough, I miss hanging around the otherwordly scum that my sister was friends with. Not because I actually liked any of them, but because they provided me the oppertunity to disappear when I'd had enough of her shit.
Maybe that's why I'm so partial to American Idiot, who knows. I dove deeper into my obsession with Green Day in November of 2012. I'd spent the night with my sister, and I'd brought all my Green Day CD's I'd had at the time. (Uno, American Idiot, Dookie and Warning) and had them sitting out and she's like "Oh, I didn't know you liked Green Day." And it was like DAMMIT GIRL... I TOLD YOU LAST TIME I WAS HERE I WAS WHILE YOU WERE TOO BUSY SMOKING AND PRETENDING TO BE AWESOME.
Still though, I never missed the oppertunity to wear my GD shirt every time I spent the night, because in a way, it provided me with a security blanket.
Also, during the Green Day craze, I followed a ton of you on Twitter. Still looking for GDC'ers to follow, comment your username and I'll follow you within the hour... Unless it's the middle of the night.
Next entry will be the exclusive PART II to my art project. Featuring the attending pieces and the beautifully framed version of "Us" (Walking Dead drawing )
Until next time,
I've been... Waiting a long time for this, moment to come I'm desperate. For anything at all...
Small bit of my wip story
Small bit of story entitled It's Been So Long (skip it if you're not into horror stories )
Horror stories, I think, kick off with a 300 word preface that leaps straight for the best part in the story just to grab the reader's attention. It's easier, I guess, to invest a reader straight away, instead of doing it the old-fashioned way with a slow building of tension throughout the story until we come to a mysterious point in the plotline, that makes you eager to read more, like a roller coaster, slowly working it's way up, to slingshot you down the other side.
But, chances are, you're probably already expecting the same thing from this one, right? No, not my story. Not while I still have control over it. Not while I'm still sane, while I'm still capable of holding the pen steady.
Another thing: a lot of stories launch straight into a description of the main characters. Which are usually the best friends of the main character who helps them fight the incoming evil, and usually by the end, one, maybe two, if they were careful, characters remain. But we won't start there, we'll start from the beginning. When I was the same person I'm thinking of now.
Back when I was still named Chrissy, I was still the mother of an only child who doted on soccer and other sports. I was still a wife, who followed and supported my husband's decisions no matter how iffy they were. Good deals, open houses, we did them all, and every time, he'd insist it was a great buy.
That's how our little horror story began... When he got a call from his brother's lawyer, informing him that he'd inherited a creepy old pizzeria, complete with creaking, glitching animatronics.
So... well, actually it's the mini sequel to my Five Nights at Freddy's based story. Quite clearly based off the song It's Been So Long by The Living Tombstone.
Anyways, to the important stuff
Three days ago I started a Hayley Williams (Paramore) color drawing, but it went south when I though her right eye was crooked, turned out her eyebrows were too far apart, easily resolved and now it's coming together quite nicely it might go to the art show when I get them done and framed, I'll post a blog exclusive to the pieces going. That was the point of the whole 'Part 1' thing on my art blog a few weeks ago.
I went garden-crazy yesterday when I got paid early. bought a bunch of plants... Most note-ably, Columbines, Candytuft, Pansies, Dahlilas, Bleeding heart bush and some of those big leafed plants whose name evades me right now.
And... I had a weird dream last night that seemed crazy real...
And I'm rambling now, so I'll probably cut this off, but not before leaving this...
We got the Hunger Games 4-H camp theme in!!!!
For those of you who remember me talking about this previously
That's all for now.
The Middle - Lyrics
Here we go
Approaching the days
Breathe, close your eyes...
And let it die again
It's ok, you know
Let yourself go...
Become a creature no one knows...
No one understands what you've seen
No one wants to
Because God knows I don't
Let them go
Forget for a spell
Breathe in the stars
And die just a little...
Let them go...
Let them be free
It isn't nice to lock them away...
Forget me for a bit as well...
Approaching those days...
When every wall I had
Came crashing in, instead
Approaching these painful memories
That I want to run from some more
Why can I never escape them?
Why can't I run?
Bound behind the walls of glass
Lost in my home
Forgetting the way out...
Left here to roam
Lost with no way out,
What can I do?
What did you do?
Let them go...
Forget for a spell
Breathe in the stars,
And forget just a little
After all, after all...
We're just lost in the middle.
Aren't we lost in the middle?
Torn in two...
Too many decisions, and still...
You expect me to choose you
Aren't we lost in the middle?
I'm just your memory
Forget about me and live on.
Happy Easter, everyone!
Strangely enough, this year my sister's birthday landed on Easter. XD
Here we go, approaching the moment I felt torn in so many different directions. It still annoys me how it ended, but I'm glad that I'm on the road to fixing our relationship
Who has heard the song Balloons by MandoPony on Youtube? I like it a lot, not just because it's Five Nights at Freddy's 3 inspired, but because the beautiful song given to the tragic and (fiction story, thank God)
I've made more progress over the weekend on my story (Currently posted to both Mibba and Quotev) called Animatronic Eyes.
I went to Hobby Lobby today to get my Walking Dead portrait framed. I think it'll look really cool, but it was really expensive, too... But hey, I'm thinking about auctioning it off anyways. I'll post a picture of it when I get it back in it's frame
I painted a picture of Michonne (The Walking Dead) on my laptop this afternoon sitting in the arcade at Walmart. It's.. Decent, I suppose. Maybe I'll post it as well.
Anywhoo..... That's it, I'll post a new blog when I get my art show entires done. Either that or I'll post them in Brink of Your Vision.
Ok, I'm usually pretty out of order with blogs, so this one will probably be no different.
Between the busy/stressful and just plain out annoying week I've had, I've squeezed in some time to work on my art show entries. I will be entering The Walking Dead one (Daryl, Michonne and Rick) possibly the Katniss drawing (It's in my art thread, as well) and a few others I haven't begun yet. I started drawing the outline for some Last of Us concept art. I'll be honest, I love apocalyptic scenes, and I actually find them kinda beautiful. Though all the kudzu vines and cracks in asphalt and cars wrapped around telephone poles definitely makes them harder than drawing a regular street.
Also, I've started a Beatles drawing for my sister's birthday. I'm just happy Paul doesn't look like a cross between a greedy child and a suspicious man anymore.
I feel like I've taken up enough time already, but eh, it's fun to type. I'm actually debating rather or not to drop a link to one of my stories or not... Hmm, maybe next time. I'm kinda in the off season right now for this particular story, but I'll bet I'll be back to writing it within the weeks.
Peace out dearly beloveds of rage and love.
In this stylish issue...
* Decisions to be made for 2015
* Story Time!
* More details on the underfollowed folk of Twitter (Now including DeviantART!)
* Random, unrelated awesome song selection with the favorite lyrics I've chosen for this week.
So yesterday, I got a letter in the mail for my leadership project for 4-H. And I wasn't really thrilled about it. So it made me wonder if I even want to do it. I'm not technically signed up for it, so it's not like I'm breaking commitments by quitting. All I did was attend the first meeting. So I weighed the pro's and cons of quitting Jr. Leaders. Because I've done it for two years now, and I've never missed a 4-H camp.
Pro's of Quitting:
No ridiculous static projects (We're not allowed to do posters this year, but a huge thing where each of us have to document a leadership thing you did that year that does not involve 4-H camp)
No more camp planning stress
No more forced socialization (Example: We're 'encouraged' to do radio ads for upcoming events, calling people we don't know and doing random things)
No more lack in planning the failure of camps due to lack of leadership
Our 'leader' is a snoot
Cons of Quitting:
There are actually some nice kids in the project this year
I have nothing better to do in the summertime
I've never missed a 4-H camp
I won't have anymore away-from- home stuff to do
The campfire at camp is pretty wicked
I already submitted my camp theme for this year, which was Hunger Games and it was pretty cool, and they showed some enthusiasm towards it, so it has a chance, if I quit and they do it, I miss out. If I stay and they don't do it, I still miss out.
The main source of socialization for a lone homeschooled kid who does not care nor want a cell phone, who lives thirty two miles from the nearest kid and is essentially unsocialized.
I enjoy 4-H camp more than I'd like to admit, and sometimes when I'm supposed to be a counsler, I find myself acting more like the campers XD
So... I've still got two days to decide, my next meeting is on the eighth. So I need to decide what I'm doing, what do you guys think?
2. Story time!
Once apon a time, (five years ago ) I had a pet leopard frog (These are the standard frogs for Wyoming) I caught him in the creek with my sister and brought him home. Well, I didn't have a tank for him, so I put him inside one of those mini clear plastic file containers. I put some water and some rocks in there for him, and I couldn't find a lid for it, so I left it be. Anyways, about a week after I got up, I woke up to screams. My mom downstairs yelling for me.
Well, I come downstairs and she's freaking out, pointing at something. I look and it's the frog. He had climbed out (Somehow...) And jumped off my desk, adventured across my messy room, down the stairs into the living room. The thing was hell bound to get out of the house, I'll give it that. Also, my mom is terrified of frogs and toads, so... After that, we got a lid and he lived out the rest of his happy frog life.
I am forever running the free DeviantART watcher/ Twitter follower campaign. If you have either of these accounts. I'll watch and or follow you on Twitter and Dev. Just comment your usernames if you missed last week's blog. (Also! If you commented your usernames last week and were wondering, I did follow all of you)
Stay and Desert Song by My Chemical Romance
Anything My Chemical Romance
Five Nights at Freddy's Song by The Living Tombstone
State of Shock by Green Day
And many more that I won't make you read.
And the specially selected lyrics:
And the worst part is
Before it gets any better
We're headed for a cliff
And in the free fall I'll
Realize I was better off
When I hit the bottom.
- Turn it Off, Paramore, off of Brand New Eyes
Well there you have it, the end of the blog. It was a bit boring though, wasn't it? Eh, I'll think of something better for next week. Until then, drop a comment if there's anything you want to see added.
In this issue of: 21's Blog of Life
*A preview of the new story I've been working on
* Opportunity for the underfollowed folk of Twitter
* And this week's 'Story of the week'
1. A preview of the new story I've been working on.
Keep in mind, it's a fanfic, so let's see if you can guess which fandom it's from by this brief, non-descriptive paragraph:
I was a wimp, before all of this.
If I had the choice between a horror movie and a horrible gushy romance movie, I'd choose the romance. If I had to sleep without my nightlight, I'd stay up all night with my head under the covers praying for daylight. If I had to go into our dark, musty cellar by myself, forget it.
While these probably sound like everyday fears normal people have all the time, you are being mislead. See? It goes much deeper than that. I'm going to tell you the story of my eighth birthday party...
Also, it's all fiction. (Thank God...) And is the story of a random character I've selected by the name of Decsi. So there's section one off the list. Also, I have posted this story to two creative writing sites, if you feel like reading it, let me know and I'll link you, if not, then that's all good too. Also! Does anyone have a Mibba account?
2. Opportunity for the underfollowed folk of Twitter.
Are you on Twitter? Are you on GDC? Do you want one more follower? Then you're in luck! Comment your Twitter username and I'll be more than happy to follow everyone who comments. Not just a I'll check you out... Walking Dead ads can only take up so much of my feed and it's pretty empty.
What's the catch you ask? Nothing at all, you get a follow, I get new tweets to look at, simple as that.
3. This Week's 'Story of the Week'
Well, my stories are probably pretty God awful and not among the most anticipated things ever, but I remember this one time me and my sister went to this hotel in Denver with her insanely rich, spoiled friend, and she frickin' flooded out our hotel room in our first fifteen minutes there.
Any requests for me to add to the weekly (I'll try to) blog? Thanks you making it this far into this dulldrum blog
I've never really posted a blog (Well I have... They were just really short and sweet and pointless...)
So, from what I'm assuming is: You basically treat it like a journal, like your telling a story about yourself (Just exclude adding every detail and make it informal, but not an excruciating read about you describing a new shirt you bought) Meanwhile, making it something someone would want to actually read and have interest in.
Ok, so not a big deal.
I'll think of something to write about.
1. The sheer panic I undergo playing Five Nights at Freddy's
While if I could be fairly mindless playing the game, the problem is keeping track of all four of the animatronics on limited energy, (Foxy, particularly)
I could keep to using just the lights and occasionally the cameras to keep track of Foxy and Freddy, (Since Freddy does not cast a shadow when he stands outside your door) But I usually panic when I hear footsteps, humming, growling and every other forsaken sound they make, I try not to, but avoiding pushing the effing door button closed is a near impossible thing for me to do, a habit I'm working on breaking.
2. My Lack of Social Abilities
I'm really terrible at making friends with people I have to meet, speak to, and look in the eye (I just can't look people in the eyes...) I'm awkward at making conversation over anything other than music, movies, books and video games, and when I'm asked questions like What unique quality do you bring to our group? at 4-H meetings, I'm just like... I dunno, I'll have a long conversation about unknown punk bands with you and... If you're lucky, I'll even talk about something serious for a bit (I'm a pretty sarcastic person, and almost no one gets the jokes I make)
Another thing is: I live in Wyoming. And after eleven years of living here, I've noticed something. Almost every kid in my community is the same, like Star Bellied Sneeches. They listen to country music (Which I dislike because to me it sounds all the same) They play sports in school, they all have horses and have crushes on 1 Direction. And I'm over here like, wearing a t-shirt with a walker on it, listening to Scorpions, not knowing how to play a single sport yet you nod along with them and try to fathom some interest in those things... But that's just not easy.
I make horrible conversation. I am plenty funny (When I've either A. Had too much sugar and Mountain Dew, or B. I'm just really comfortable acting like a dumbass around you) Usually I say the customary, 'how are you, hi, I like your shirt' kind of stuff, and then there's the short discussion of weather.
I have determined myself now as socially awkward and unable to hang out with the kids around me because they're all star bellied sneeches, and I'm the one without. XD
Three? I have a lot more I could mention, even funny stories about my sister's friends playing hide and seek in a cemetery, but those are for another day.
I'll work out some more blog stuff soon, til then, keep listening to music, being awesome and keep off the stars, no one wants to be like everyone else unless you're Barbie. Be the sneech without.
Cool, ok. Done, I think this is pretty close to what a blog is supposed to be, so... Cool