Proof I'm Bored

739 days left in the countdown - Day 18 of the blog - 9 days til my birthday - 2nd Post today

I said the following in an IM conversation... it needs no explanation.

Chelsea.... sleep speakie with me
or I will nom on ya cupcakes
and lives insade ya micro fuzz junky

***Of course you want an explanation anyways... she make plushy and I threaten to eat her plushy cupcake and live in the bag of fluffeh stuff. ***


Fine you can have a picture.

Yes this post is pathetic... I don't care.

Spammers Beware!

I have seriously considered replying to scammers/spammers just to mess with them. I'm sure some of you at least have thought the same. I mean, wouldn't it be fun to reply to a nigerian scam with another nigerian scam... or when you get an email allegedly from the "FBI" reply by saying that you thought you were Robert Mueller? So I figured that since I have a few minutes to kill and am in the mindset I would write a couple that probably will never be sent. Below will be those letters, with pictures (of course they wouldn't get the pictures because they might steal them). Oh and I even made it authentic with grammatical and spelling errors.

Mr and/or Mrs. Insert your name here,
I have a matter of utmost importence to discuss with you. By now you may have realized the absence of your soul. We sent a ninja to steal it for us. If you want to ever get it back you must pay us the sum of $30,000,000,001, thirty billion and one united states dollars. This amount must be in pennies and left in Kickapoo, Arizona next to the bar. You must then scream the words "Dingo Dog" at the top of your lungs and then return to your dwelling. We will be watching. Once you have complated these steps you may apply for the return of your soul which if not in stock will be replaced by something of equal or greater value. The aplication form is below.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Social Security #:
Credit Score:
father's Maiden Name:
The name of the current ruler of New Dehli:
The exact number of people on earth at 3:59am eastern time on July 22, 1643:

Have a nice day, and keep in touch,
                        Frederico Expresso Darrlington Enigaldo Xenith
(by the way I own fedex... you can tell by my initials!)

If you have one of those names above, I mean no disrespect. They were the first ones that popped in my head when I was trying to spell Fedex......



I think its clear that I have just a little too much time on my hands....

The Colors - Orange

742 days left in countdown - day 15 of the blog - 12 days until my birthday

Today I feel like narrating some more of the colors since I'm stuck inside for the moment. The rain has been coming in waves, soaking the earth then tapering down to a halt while it regains strength. I've always loved the rain, and I get plenty of it here in Washington. Something about those cascading droplets leaving the sky and returning to the earth has always felt so right. They are like the bond between the land and the sky, nurturing both through the balance between them.
I was going to talk about the colors... thats right. I think for now I'll just do orange (well orange and also sunsets which I know go far beyond orange) and green.

Duck, those white lines were purposeful and I promise they were not done in spite.

Orange and Sunset

When I was younger there was this boy who always used to ask me why my hair was so orange. Turns out the guy was a genius because he started running start while the rest of us went into junior high. Now we're in high school and he's a ways into college. At least that's what I've been told... I haven't seen him, much less talked to him, in years. Every time I hear his name I think of the darling kindargartener puzzling over ginger hair.

Orange also reminds me, of course, of oranges. The smell as someone tears the peel back and little one particles spray into the air. The explosion of taste that comes as teeth pierce the translucent skin that holds tight around the pulp. Yummy citrus.

Then there are sunsets. If you haven't seen a sunset then you should. Get above the trees and out of the labyrinth of the city if they consume the horizon. The sun has set on my life 5467 times on my life and I wish I had seen more of those sunsets than I have taken the time to witness.

One sunset stands out in my mind vividly. The air was cool and evening was creeping over the mountain. It was a typical summer for us, we came up there every year with friends to escape the city lights and structures so we could spend our nights under the stars and our days among the trees and tall grasses. This particular visit we had finally decided to all hike together the short half mile to a rock overhang with an amazing view of where the sun would dip down to meet the horizon. We showed up a few minutes early and situated ourselves among the rocks, staring over the cliff and talking as the sun inched ever closer.
It's like magic as that golden orb touches the horizon and the clouds and sky explode with color. I look back at these words and none of them measure up. There are just some things that we don't have words for, things you have to experience to understand even if there were words. I think I'll leave it at that.

***later today as I have finally returned to finish this***
Orange is a cool night gazing at the flames as friends gather around a campfire. Hey I wrote a metaphor....

I think I am going to put green in a seperate post... my brain has decided that I must escape from my blog for a while... I think I'll go running or something... probably will do the green post tomorrow.


 

The Colors - Blue

743 days left - day 14 of the countdown - school is now officially over
Being me I was fantasizing this afternoon. And for a certain person who read this, I did indeed plan this. Check the date this was posted and you'll realize I tend to fall out of sync with the moment, finding myself wandering amongst memories of the future. Insane, perhaps, but I prefer enlightened and calculating. Best to use what we've been given, then starve in darkness.
Anyhow as I was thinking I determined I needed to impart to you my favorite color. The explanation would be deep and meaningful, far more than just a simple fact about me. Of course my first thoughts were obvious but within a moment they were swept away with a realization. I don't really have a favorite color. It's like the would you rather where you have to pick one of your senses to give up and at first you think that something touches your life less than you realize how important it is to you. To me each color is a part of another and without all of them they fall short.
On that note and with that level of explanation, here's to the colors. (And to those of you who have read one of my favorite books, no I do not feel like death right now... though I am sort of on a vacation, if you will)

The Blues

They are not always the sky's robes yet I remember the moments when it is. I remember the expanse stretching out in all directions, the great faded blue arc touching the earth on all sides and cradling it in embrace. And the warmth of the dirt and asphalt radiates upwards to meld with the clouds. Its beautiful and she looked up at it ages ago, so much closer to her beginnings. Her feet touching the ground but her soul radiating with the heat, wafting up to the delicate wisps that would grow to storm the world in a lasting way. How she longed to be like those clouds. Trust me, she still does.

Its an old photograph, made from two melded perspectives, and a third one layered in by her mind. She was so very young when it was taken but she remembers. The hat on her head belonged to a friend, and she had stared endlessly at the interworking pieces, all coming together as a whole. She didn't know better than to lift it up and pull it over her own locks, ginger strands twisted in with braided cord. The kind woman turned back to face her with a smile and lifted her into her gentle arms. The giggle that was so alive in itself was bubbling from her pale lips as the camera lifted and the flash went off. They'd save it and someday she would stare back at those eyes and wonder where that child had gone, not quite sure if she could accept they were one in the same. That we are one in the same.

But the blue is so much more than just a handful of memories. It is the smell of the flower garden so many hundreds of miles away that may have fell to ruin years ago. It is that feeling of impulse when there is to be silence, pleading that the soul reveal to the mind what it is hiding, so the words that come with it may be shout out to the world. It is the pulsing river that keeps the land and resists taming, the blood that runs through the veins.

Yet its more than blue, its endlessly changing into something else. First another color, then a feeling, a memory, a word.

Perhaps tomorrow I will give you a new color and its stories. To put them all down at once is madness in which I'd drown, but to read them all together is understanding. Together they build at least the semblance of a world and once you have a world, from there you can build.

I

I've been told that I rarely refer to things with my feelings seperate from others. For those of you who didn't catch that here is an example: We love you, _____! Instead of I love you, ____! So now I have decided that I need to compile a list of me. So here's to the I's

I believe in the lord Jesus Christ and that he died for my sins and rose again on the third day.



I want to know you or get to know you better, even if I am sometimes too shy to approach you.

I fail at drawing hands.

There are many people who fill in the blank of this one. I love you, ____ and I don't ever want you to think no one does and that you don't matter, because you do matter. Never forget that.

I understand. If I tell you this then you should know that I mean it deeply. It is not a casual phrase to be battered about to sympathize. You mean more to me than that. But also know that I might not understand in the same way you do, to me it may mean something else, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate your thoughts.

I am over-dramatic and even if it seems incredibly real of a reaction, if I tell you it was fake I'm not lying. I may keep things closed inside sometimes and refuse to acknowledge them and in that case you can try and force it out of me and help, but if I have a freak out and you tell me to calm down and say I am calm and was kidding then please believe me. This is to those of you who know me and should be able to trust me. And please never think this means I don't value the truth and mean to decieve you, it keeps me sane so that when there is something to react to I can handle it. Even if that doesn't make any sense... I'm getting carried away. And yes I'm serious about that.

I need to go to bed at a decent hour considering that yesterday I ended up going to bed ridiculously late then sleeping 13 hours and waking up in terrible pain because of my crazy sleeping positions. My shoulders hate me and take it out on my back if I sleep in too long. So yeah.

Bored

750 days left in the countdown - 5 days left of school - Day seven of the blog
I couldn't think of anything to write and food myself frawing randomly in paint. So here you go.









And then I got bored... so I figured I'd relook up a thingy I found that shows how to write in circular Gallifreyan. Yes, for those of you who didn't knwo I am a whovian and obsessed with all circle based things. I even built a computer program that draws entwined circular patterns... though I admit that my brain died frequently throughout the whole process and I had to refer back to my dad. I am not exactly fluent in c##... Anywho I found it and then discovered the guy has built an app that translates and has a website. That's pretty cool from what I've looked at so far (well so far is five minutes). So here's a link: http://www.shermansplanet.com/

I also showed my history teached who inspired the drawings near the end for my typical school day post this blog. There was laughter to say the least.

We were also required to do WOIS testing today which is some type of occupational thingy. So apparently I am well suited to be a psychologist.

Week in Review

751 days left in the count down - 6 days left of school - day 6 of this blog
There is a lot I didn't get to posting this week so I am going to toss it all together in one post.

1.Marmalade's Dance Recital
Just before I started this blog Marmalade got to perform at our future high school in several different numbers which included Lyrical, Jazz, Salsa, Ballet, Tap, and I think maybe one more I'm forgetting. Oh right I think that would be company though the Salsa might have fit under company... anyways it was really good. In one of her numbers she was wearing what I thought was a mango colored dress... afterwards I was told, repeatedly, the correct term is coral. I don't understand why its such a big deal.


http://www.oisat.org/crops/fruits/mango.html



Coral

                                                                                                                                                 

Anyhow the whole Mango thing coupled with the fact she was taking longer than usual in the back room turned into an irresistable urge. I had to go down the back hallway calling out for "my mango". Her mother and Carousel followed after me as they cackled at how Marmalade would respond at being referred to as Mango. It did not go over well. She thought it sounded like I was mangling her real name or baby talking at her. Sigh... I thought it was cool.

2. The Boat Dance

Well you had to be there. It involved a guy singing in Gaelic, a ceiling ready to cave in, a lot of bugs, a bar tender named Brad, a whole ton of people, and my history teacher dancing with almost the entire ninth grade chanting her name.

3. An Email

Duck sent me an email she wanted me to share with all of you. To say the least she was upset she didn't get a paint drawing of a duck in  cast of characters and ended up with one from clip art. So she made one herself. One which makes me feel like more of a fail when  it comes to MS Paint. Here it is:

Hope's Duck

4. Another Email
I have been invited, along with the rest of my orchestra, to perform at Carnegie hall in New York on    March 31, 2013. Yep I'm excited. I also have decided to get some private lessons because I'm feeling somewhat unworthy, though I do know one of the pieces we will be playing pretty well which will be helpful and give me some time to look back at it over the summer.
Of course going to New York for four days so we can perform is not cheap. Which means I am going to have to pitch in. So I will be on lunch duty. All year. I'll also have to start saving babysitting money up and all that business. The countdown to Carnegie Hall will probably become part of this once school starts up.

5. Finals.
All week I have had finals. Lab final in science. English final, ahem, I mean "Celebration of Knowledge". Consumer Living finalish thingies. A math final tomorrow. And yes they get to be their own sentences because they are more than just their names.
Then on Friday there was a history final. Well there was supposed to be. All day kids were in tears or talking about hwo sure they were they had failed, or how hard it was, or how they didn't even remember studying a certain event or person. I was instantly suspicious because
a) ASB President said there was a whole section on Abraham Lincoln.... we're studying ancient cultures and modern day Asia so I think he needs to consider the line between slightly feasible and beyond believable.
b) Marmalade was being coy.
c) Destiny was being too nice and acting way too helpful.
d) Fiddler claimed she had never heard it involved everything we studied over the whole year.
So when we came into class sixth period and our teacher told us we got five minutes of study time I still thought something was fishy and instead found myself wondering at the coloring pictures taped to the white board. Then she revealed her secret. SUPRISE! No final, just a final studyguide. She had conned us. So instead of a final we watched a movie... and colored in old disney coloring books... and stuff like that.

6. Change in Ride
My dad got rid of his lime green vw bug that had over 100k miles on it and that was leaking oil. He then promptly replaced it with a sky blue convertible vw bug.

So awesome you don't believe its real.

                                           

Anywho that's all I can think of for now.... 

Sleep Deprivation

752 days to go - 6 days of school left - Day 6 of this blog
Today I was woken up once again exceedingly early... My siblings decided it would be awesome to all scream simultaneously at 7 or so in the morning. Repeatedly. This also meant that my parents response was to call the downstairs phone. Funny thing is they decided not to answer the phone. So the obnoxious thing screamed its head off and had a fit of apoplexy. This combination of things could only result in one thing. No not a banana dauqerie.

If you haven't already guessed the result it involves me having to get out of bed and get the situation under control. Another day sleep deprived.

I came downstairs and they were playing mindcraft. I do not see how it requires them to yell. They seem to think it does though and the more enthusiatic the sound, the more they will improve. By this point it was too bright to go back to sleep... and the volume would not subside. So I sat by the computer trying to wake up enough to do a blog post. I drew an amazing picture... then accidentally erased it. It was me in my sleep deprived state on the coach, sleep writing a blog post. It was several hours before I was finally awake.
My dad decided we needed to go and get breakfast so we could see our friend who works as a waitress. It was a busy day for them, and it was very humid. It reminded me of the east coast.

When we went to the east coast our air conditioning broke. And there was a record breaking heat wave. And we began leaking oil. We are from  Washington. You get the picture and if you don't you are not good with inferences, and may need to retake english.
Anyways we eventually finished and went home and decided to fix the broken lawn mower. The basic idea was simple: Replace the blades. The procedure was difficult. I discovered an evil invention which actually does its job.

These pins had the audacity to actually hold the thing together. They resisted my removal of them from the slots with their various notches and their awkward positioning. They laughed meniachly and smiled as I contorted my body on the ground so I could reach under to try and loosen their clutch on the dark metal that refused to let us replace its crucial mechanism.

After finally defeating the soul less pins I went inside to relax for a few minutes while my hands recovered from being jammed into tiny metal crevices and from trying to keep a firm grip on the pins. Pretty soon I was told that the barn was in a terrible condition. I needed to clean all the things. Usually I would rise to the task even if not happy to have to complete the task. Unfortunately my sleep deprived and post final brain could not decide what to do first. Or even grasp the concept of "cleaning". It looked like this:

So instead of taking perhaps half an hour or so doing a semi-decent job I took over two. Which is really sad because if I had been in a more efficient brain state I could have written another post.. or half way finished one... or gone running.... or done something really really cool.

After cleaning up from all the dirt and grime and other stuff that had leached onto me while I was cleaning the uninhabited barn (well uninhabited except for spiders and other such creepy crawlies) I went to a party at a friends house. This friend needs a blog name so I will be consulting our circle so that one may be determined. It will be posted at a later date. Anyways she throws amazing parties and we all had a great time. Solar, Carousel, Destiny, and Fiddler were all there, as well as many other people.

We had a fantastic time which involved:

Roasting gummy worms

A really amazing swing

Ribbons

And a whole bunch of other stuff.

Basically another amazing party. Which seemed to go by way too fast. It was a great way to spend four hours of the weekend though and has somehow managed to help me recharge a bit. I might just be awake when I take my last final of the school year on Monday. Though that is a big maybe. A maybe this big:

Which reminds me I need to study tomorrow. If you read my post just before this you know what my math looks like so I need to make sure I am prepared. And if I ace this one maybe I will get my four point O back. haha I said maybe again.

Well I think that's all for now. Bye!

A typical school day and a boat dance 6/13/12

755 days left in count down - 8 days left of school - Day 3 of the blog

Since today is Wednesday I found myself once again at school, or the 1st circle as Marmalade refers to it. Personally I don't think it's all that bad... though I am ready for it to break for summer.

The day starts out with Consumer Living which usually means cooking yummy food. Like the apple pie we made last week. At the beginning we all thought it would look like this:

It ended up looking like this:

But this was not make pie or other yummy food day. It was take a test about credit cards and banks and other stuff not yummy or fun. So we sat for an hour filling in blanks with the customary folders up that are supposed to prevent cheating. Not that we do cheat but quite frankly the folders are pathetic and don't really block much. 

After finishing our testing I was off to orchestra, and as we have already had our last concert we were watching a movie. Well a recording of a play. Well a movie that was used as a play and then recorded and sold as a movie. The thing I just explained with many words just so happened to be Oklahoma. Which meant that the very involved Carousel (Muchado didn't like her new name so it has become Carousel) was hung up on major discrepancies. I sympatheticly nodded, understanding about sixty percent of what she was saying.

Next came Science. Which meant lab final. Unfortunately our dear Duck was missing and so her partner was all alone. Suprisingly enough though Duck's partner had all the stuff which our teacher thought was just a little to convient and suspected foul play of sorts... or at least that's how Marmalade interpreted it. Which sent Marmalade off. Which meant we didn't really get any work done. This is our science day in a nut shell:

Then came lunch. Which was pretty mellow with the lack of Duck. And Carousel hiding away to work on her lab final. The highlight was loaning Destiny a dollar. Because with a dollar Destiny can do anything.... okay well at least a dollar can get Destiny a t-shirt.

Next came Advanced Algebra... As usual the guys were singing random songs... and quoting commercials. It also meant that we got to do more sigma notations and series stuff. This is what our math looks like:

English class involved citations... and annotanions. PUT TOGETHER! This meant drafting paragraphs and trying to recall books we read months ago, but hey it's our final english assignment so I will survive... not that it is super difficult or anything like that.

Finally, finally, history came along. History is the last class of the day which is much cause to celebrate. Which somewhat grieves our teacher because celebration involves talking and stuff. Within a few seconds of class starting though everyone had calmed down and was sitting patiently expecting it to be an uneventful class since we were finishing a documentary. We were wrong.

Perhaps we were right for the beginning half, we did watch the rest but afterwards there were questions. Questions deemed to be worthy of an indepth example with students acting out roles. Naturally since I was sitting front and center I was to be one of those examples. The very nice guy sitting next to me was to be the other.

The Questions: What happens to someone's debt when they die? If you are married and are buying everything on one account do you share the credit score?

Apparently someday the nice guy and I are going to fall in love. He will propose and I will say yes.

In our teachers terms nice boy becomes a baller. With his massive amounts of money we live in comfort but since he's so busy with what ever it is he does I manage the bills and pay under my own name. I get a really great credit score... he doesn't have any.

Credit Scores are one of the few things Nice Guy fails at... and the whole credit score thing is all fake anyways...

Then one day we get divorced... Nice Guy finds himself rich but unable to do much because he's so low on the radar. I find myself unemployed but free to ruin myself financially.... Eventually we get back together though because we realize there was no point for the divorce anyways.

A couple years later Solar comes to see me she is riding a Mo-Ped and doesn't see me. I am killed by vehicular manslaughter. Apparently I had student loans that I didn't seem to think to pay for, plus from my splurge while I was single again. Nice Guy finds himself alone and saddled with debt. Poor nice guy. POOR ME WHO GOT HIT BY A MOPED!!!!!

Yes I know it looks like a bicycle, but I asure you it was a Moped.... though it felt like a semi...



The moral of the story is.... well I don't know what the moral is but I'm not sure it has anything to do with credit scores.... And no it isn't that Gingers will leave you alone and in debt...

The school day ended relatively soon after that.

The Boat Dance

Well I think I will make you wait to hear about the boat dance.... because I need a break... and I feel like being just a little evil....

Cast of Characters

Day two - 756 days to go
When I showed up at school today I announced I had started to write this blog. Immediately I was met by critism, especially on the account of how to address everyone involved... they didn't like my nicknames except for Celtic's and he wasn't there to like or dislike his. So I have been commanded to try again. And I have decided they all get there own attempts at paint pictures that relate to them or their names. I will fail but it will be funny to look back on.

Fiddler - She's a well rounded character. Video gamer, Violin Player, Music Arranger, Soccer Player, a whole bunch of other stuff I can't think to list at the moment. Anyways she's obsessed with portal (drew a picture of Wheatley for her binder and a bunch of quotes), Kingdom of hearts, Professor Layton, Zelda, and listens to epic music especially that which she finds in her gaming experience.

Solar - The ninja assasin type. Quiet and seemingly harmless, but trust me she could (and might possibly) take over the world... or have followers from across the world because of her amazing video editing skills and dystopian novel ideas. I drew a picture of her as a ninja but now I can't find it so you'll have to settle for some abstract color. Okay I lied I didn't draw a ninja... but if I tried the colors would run away.

Duck- Knows more than most adults about brain chemistry and neuro-science and all that jazz. Personality types people for fun and loves taking tests. Really pretty hair groweth on her head. In her free time she is the sweatshop of her sisters pokemon, my little pony, and other anime plushies business. Yes I will find a link so you can go nuts and make them rich.

I can't draw a duck... I really really tried and almost exploded because it was so bad.... so I stole one from clip art.

Celtic- He's one of those guys who defies the laws of the universe. If you knew him well enough you would not question his accomplishments or whatever you would call them. He also is the brother of a currently unscreen named person who may soon join us. I already gave you a picture for him in the last post but you can have it again.

Marmalade- To start I know there are some things that must be made clear: Do not call her Mango, Fresco, or Mansprite... she doesn't like it... AT ALL!!!! Marmalade has been my friend since first grade when she showed up out of nowhere... we have no idea how our friendship started it just did. She is an amazing dancer currently involved in ballet, jazz, lyrical, and tap. If enough of you plead maybe she will aslo start hip-hop next year when school comes back. She also is a very random, hyper person. But that doesn't mean she takes things lightly. She has strong values and goals, and if you mess with them or do something she feels is wrong she will tell you.

By the way Marmalade is a writer and this is her special pen.

Destiny- Destiny has a habit of punching me. Not as hard as she can since if she did I would have a broken arm or worse.. probably. She is a black belt or something along those lines, and unpredictable. For weeks she hated me and then suddenly we were friends.

Muchado- pronounced Much Ah-due like Much Ado About Nothing. Her name here may change if she doesn't like it. Muchado has been my friend for two years now and I don't know how I'd cope without her. We've known each other more like three years but it wasn't until we rode the Marion-Go-Round we really got to know each other and became close friends. She is an actor and a part-time dancer (not sure if that wording works but it should do), and also a writer of prose, plays, and poetry.

Anyways I probably should get some sleep considering I have finals but first:

I have accomplished .2 percent of my mile goal and the only other one with any progress is surviving. No where near being Allie Brosh though its about finding my own style anyways so forget the comparison.

An Introduction -757 Days To Go

Post started on 6/11/12 and thus is the beginning of the 757 days
I'm not sure how you have managed to find me or if anyone is actually reading this but welcome to my blog. Yes shocking I know. Its not just a blog though its a record of the next 757 days or possibly the next 1122 or however long it takes for me to abandon it.
Some of you may be wondering where in the world I came up with 757 days and I'm getting to that, I really am but first an introduction; I'm Joy. You can also call me bluejay or jay or if you'd really like to, "The Ginge". I'm not the only person who will be featured in this blog though. You will meet many a person including CC, Duck, Mango (unless heaven forbid she kills me for calling her such), Celtic, and the other assorted people I surround myself with.

Anyhow back to the numbers. You see one day I had the craziest idea, well perhaps not the craziest because that time I tried to run home four and a half miles in the dark might have been crazier, and that idea was that on my seventeenth birthday I was going to disappear. At least it would be a funny joke to pretend so. My friends didn't get it. They thought I had something seriously wrong with me physcologically, at least worse than normal. So I dropped it for about a month until it came back tonight.
I was talking to CC when I realized that I did want to plan something or have sometype of goal that would have to be completed by that day... or at least see how much I could accomplish in those 757 days. If I could do something to change my life or change someone elses. Thus the documentation begins.
So since I couln't think of any super brilliant goals I decided to list a bunch of ones of the top of my head to pursue and complete before the end of the countdown.
1) Run one thousand miles... because I feel like it.
2) Be at least a third as good as Allie Brosh at using MS Paint.
3)Finish Out of Sync
4)Write 200 poems
5)Not dying prematurely... this one extends past the 757 days
6)coming up with more goals