Why do people get so worked up about Prom? Maybe it's because I can't fathom most people in general, but Prom seems like a really big waste of money. Why spend all the cash on one night, which will have no impact on your life what so ever? Now, my school (as far as people I've asked who have gone to Prom) has a really good Prom this year. Cheep tickets, a good location, so people were wondering if even I was going (I'm well known for being social awkward, and hating crowds). Tickets are $35 dollars. My response, "Fuck that noise!" A night or event is only as memorable as you make it. Why go to the EMP, or the Aquarium, or even the Space Needle and pay more money then if you and a group of friends go out to dinner or something? Want a romantic night, and can only think of taking your girl/boy friend out to Prom? You’re not thinking hard enough. Want a memorable experience? Do something exciting, read an interesting book, or just do something stupid! Don't waste your time on an over-height, severely disappointing, next-morning-going-to-suck night. As for me, I will be content making cakes, muffins, and cookies, looking forward to giving them to people who I like. There’s something memorable, do a kindness for others instead of a kindness for yourself.

So ya, it's been what, almost a year since my last post? Well, I'm getting into it again! I've uploaded my first story (segment, I'll have the rest up sooner or latter), and will be posting more soon to come. Then again the last time I said that was about a year and a half ago, so fucked if I know. I just feel that creative fire burning again, and it's time to start killing the English language with my TERRABLE SPELLING! You know the song "Don't stop me now!" from Queen? That’s how I feel right now, except without all the drugs. And the best part, it's a Sunday night, and I have to go to bed in five minutes! YAY, NO SLEEP TONIGHT! I've even got a tumblr now, but I like FA more for stories. I've only got the tumblr so I can talk to my friend IRL....all five of them....and I'm eighteen about to graduate.........and their all girls....fuck. Well anyways, I'm going to write some more, comment a bit, then turn in. To cap off, here's how I feel about this journal right now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jd-VSJHfJkY

So for my birthday I got four gifts, but only got to open two of them on thursday, and I get the other two on satarday. One was a new lether jacket (because when your in the high end of summer, you think leather), and Final Fantasy Origins. For those who don't know, FF Origins is both FFI and FFII remade for the playstation. I've put about four hours into FFI, and about ten in FFII. I have come to this conclution: screw FFI, FFII is so much better! This was made possable by the advent of HCBailly's let's play, and my own discoverys on how to break the game. I don't like FFI because your characters will miss all the fucking time, and I hate missing. I'm also a vary grind heave person, who likes to keep everyone at the same level, so I've got to run and revive my white mage everytime he dies. Luckaly, I know of the little mini-game to help me make alot of money. I also don't like how useless magic is. I'm a huge fan of magic, and the fact I need to have my mages use their crapy malee attacks enfurrates me. A black mage should be throwing fire balls, not smacking monsters on the head with their rod! FFII on the other hand has a much better MP system, and stat groth is something I've taken a vested interest in, which is a first outside of an RTS game. It also has a plot, and I love game's plots. The music for both games are pretty awesome (it's final fantasy, what do you expect), but I do wish for one thing. Why can't I play as an elf or some other race (preferable a dragon like one?).

And now I'm 18, woot!

So yeah, hasn’t had a lot of time (or will) to make a new journal update. This is partly because summer school and summer theater camp has been kicking my ass, but mostly because I've had such little time to myself. So this might just be the longest journal ever made, as I will now summarize "The International Thespian Festival": It was really fun! I learned some new tricks for acting, explored what kind of villain I could best portray (and accidentally scarring about thirteen people shit-less), and had an emotion brake down, and then reconstruct in only about three hours. Which by the way, if you want to have the most powerful exercise in finding emotion, look up "Neutral Mask".
We got see two shows a day. First one I saw was "Pippen": I want to be the lead player so bad after seeing that! If you are given the chance to see this show, DO IT just to see him alone! The rest of the show sucks. I have four big problems with the story. First: the first act should have ended with *spoiler* Pippen killing his father, and not when he runs from the after math *spoiler over*. Second: forget most of the stuff in Act one, it will have little to no baring on the rest of the plot what so ever, and just wasted your fucking time! Three: I didn't believe that romance for a minute. Why is it in most musicals (Doctor Horrible, Phantom of the Opera, est.) is the female lead is so uninteresting? The jokes only work because Lead Player is just so awesome. He just steals the show! Four: There are so many characters who are introduced, do one song, tell some jokes, then just disappear. The same is with the events that take place, there is a major shift in the political power at some point, and evil step-mother #250-I-don't-give-a-shit succeeds in her plan, and nothing happens. There is no change in anything, so what was the point? The performance it self was memorable, but the story of the show is trash.
Next was "Aida", which was so good! The dancing was some of the best I'd ever seen, the singing was so good I almost cried, and the actors were all vary convincing. The only down sides were stuff that were out of people's control, like most of them being white when the setting is in Egypt. All the characters are interesting, and are much deeper then you would think. Plus it was written by Elton Jon and Tim Rice, how can you go wrong?
Then there was "Crimes of the Heart"...*sigh*. If you want something that is light hearted, fun, and is good for a date; DON'T SEE THIS SHOW! This is a roller costar of emotion, and is so damn depressing most of the time! Act one isn't so bad, but it just keeps going, and going, and going, and good god just stop! Then you reach act two, and the show doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath! We go from "Happy fun bonding time" to "Screaming Hatred!" in rapped succession. Talk about emotional wipe lash. The actors also were doing vary heavy southern accents, and were talking so fast I didn't catch half of what they were saying. The last moments of the show are so sad, and so stressful, I just wanted to scream "CAN WE BE HAPPY LONGER THEN FIVE MINUTES!" I don't recommend this at all; you will die a little inside.
After that was "The Foreigner". This one just killed me. It was the funniest play there, and was great after seeing "Crimes of the Heart". This is a really light hearted, good feeling, fun comedy. The actors were just having a blast, and I had a blast watching it. I would heavily recommend seeing this, even if you don't like plays. It’s simple, so there isn't much to talk about, but I still would say it was the best laughs I got while I was there.
The semi-final show was "School House Rock"...Oh boy. The performance was a disaster. It looked like only one of the actors knew what they were doing, and the rest had just been taught the moves over night. Plus they're sound and light crew was only one freshman, who clearly didn't know what he was doing. Believe it or not, but my troop basically decided to help salvage what we could, by being as loud and supportive as possible. After the show, the crew started to give away their props, and I took home a magician’s staff, and my friend got three signs saying: "Conjunction" "Junction", "What’s your Function". Needless to say, he was happy as a clam.
Finally there was "Funny Money". This show is the same three or five jokes, played over and over again, and got really old really fast. There are so many moments when the main characters could get away, but no they just waste time bitching at one another, and being as annoying as possible. I wanted to shot the wife of the main character half way act one. It's predicable, boring, and just unfunny.
For my next essay, I mean journal, I'll talk about summer school and camp. Plus I turn eight-teen in nine days, wee!

I did it! I got past joiner year, pass all my classes, and am now ready to relax. Or that is what I would like to say. I going to leave to Nebraska in two or three days, and the day after I get back, I have an addition for "Beauty and the Beast". It's a summer camp, so I'm already in, just need a part. But half way through that, I've got half a credit of Geometry to make up in summer school. Here is how I feel about that: I hate math, most of all, Geometry. Fuck it. I don't learn it well, and I really don't like trying to remember shapes. I can for about an hour, then *poof* gone. Still, I've only got to do it for about a month, then I can sit back and breathe a little easier. All in all, this school year just disappeared, and I'm really going to miss it. I have a lot of faun memories, and am looking forward to finishing up high school next year. After that, community collage!

This has been one of the best weeks for me in a long time. Monday wasn't anything sinificent...ecept I did about three pages of Bios in about two hours. This was helped by the music from "Two steps from hell", who are so awesome! Each song I listen to gives me an emotion, such as advanture, fear, hope, and battle (because that is an emotion now, shut up). Tuesday was a "good bye seniors" for my drama deparment. I don't do well at partys, but there was some good food there. Thou I was sad that none of my pigs in blakets were left afterwards. Still was alot of fun, and I counted about eight people were crying at the end. Wednesday was anothing day were I got alot of writing done, and I'm ready now to post something here once I edit some grammer errors. Thursday was a goodbye seniors from our school, and I addition for a show called "A peice of my heart". It's a really good show, and I'm really hoping to get in. Then Friday I filmed Granduation for my school, which I felt vary tierd and good after wards. I also did my final essay about the causes of the cold war in record time, and it dosn't suck. I feel vary good about myself, and hope everyone else is just as good with their lives. And if not, everyone else give them some love!

I've been feeling really down recently, and I don't know why. Is this just a phaze most teens go throw, just feel really down? I've tried to read some books (the hunger games, inheritance, people I watch here) but I just can't. Life is not a joy, but I hasn't been horrable this week, if anything it's been a good week. I'm confused, so I'm just going to bed.

Well, this week kinda blows. Monday was a regular day, untill about six in the after noon. I started to feel really sick, so I decided to take a nap for about an hour. I wake up, and it's eleven pm, the time I was supose to be in bed. Oops. So I take some sleeping pills, and go back to sleep. I then have the saddest dream I've had for about twelve years, I woke up crying (<-for the record, I rarly cry from saddness. If I do cry, its from pain). So I get up, and ask my mom if I can stay home from school today, still crying. She says it's cool, and I go back to bed. I then shifted from consciousness to unconsciousness without much memory. And to add to my simptons, I had a migrane, a sore throught, a chough, week legs, no apitite (dispite the fact I hadn't eaten in about 24 hours), and depresion. But it gets better, I take a bunch of meds as the day goes on, and spend most of it resting, I now have a new story, but now means to write it. And to top it off, the next day I can't breath through my nose, and I miss school again. I'm the kind of student who needs to go to school every day to keep up to date. So thats another day resting, but this time I forget both the meds for my migrane, and my sleeping pills. So in short, got no sleep last night, and was in pain the whole night. So here I am, misserable, and now feeling really ill due to lack of food and doing something. I hate my life right now.

Sorry for the delay, I just didn't have alot of time on my hands Friday and Satarday.

Well, this week just draged along. It was the week of my show, and first time I wast the main character. I had, no joke, over forty minuets of talking! I was working on memerisation from the word "Go", and was still trying to get my lines down the week of the show (aka, hell week). That colored my whole week, so the only other thing I can talk about is the performance. First night I thought I'd have a heart attack, when I got on stage thou, I just stared speaking without thinking. It was weird, I'd been acting for almost four years now, but that had never happen before. It was tencnicly the best in terms of fallowing the script, but the next night had our best moment. There is this one scene where a character pretends to drown himself for a living (long story), and so the actor jumps from the set and lands on a mat to act like he's drowning. But he misses, and lands knee first on the stage, and this was about a ten or so foot jump. So all I hear (I have my glasses off so I can't see) is a loud *thud* to tell me he missed, but he coves with saying "Ow...I seem to have miss the water...let me roll in." Needless to say, I was in tears, and barly got my lines out. The last night was okay, but in the last scene, me and this one girl have to have a conversation, and she's just a nutter. But, she forgets her lines, and I have to prompt her for every line. But it was still salvigable. So ya, the dreams are still not going away, and I'm now starting to see things (but that may be lack of sleep). I might just have something to upload to this site soon......Oh, you all know thats a lie, I'm to damn lazy.

This has been a tiring week. I applied at my first restaurant, and they can't hire me because they serve alcohol. The only reason I did ask for a job was because my drama department was doing a fund raiser, and I was working for about three and a half hours doing dishes. I have now made the vow to never do that again, the smell. Still, it's problems of a first world county. I've been working on memorization for the show I'm in, because it opens in six days, and I'm panicking. I timed how long it took me to read all my lines, and I talk for about forty minutes; damn. Apart from that, I can now do the graphics, switcher, audio, teleprompter, camera, and direct our news show. The only thing I can't do is anchor, yet I'm an actor...weird. There are three more things of interest that happened this week. First, my Spanish class has us listen to songs so we to help us teach the language (teaching, what’s that?), and I suggested the song "Maria" by Ricky Martin. I didn't expect it to work, and I am now listening to it for homework and in class. Life is sweet sometimes. Second, I've found I'm becoming quite the grammar Nazi....oh dear. Anyone who knows me in person knows I have the worst spelling ever; this journal had about twenty spelling errors when I open word. You can image just how hard it is to proof read my own stories. Finally, I'm going to plug this guy because he is awesome,  schrammeck. I'm really enjoying his "I'm not a youngling" story, and I'm even contributing to it. Go watch him if you haven't already. Well, that’s how my week has been...*looks at account* wait, PEOPLE FALLOW ME, WTF?!?! *mind explodes, thank you all :).*

I know this has been a good week, but I can't remmember anything really thats happened. Yesterday I was introduced into a new improv game called "king elephent". I'm really good at it, and even have a rivaly with this one girl in my class. Sad part about that is she's graduating this year, and I'll fallow in the next year. The person who has been help teach my humanitys class is leaving today, and I a sader for it. I've found my new favorit artest, and I'll link him down below. It's party the color, partly what he shows, but mostly just how smooth everything is. I was supose to film a comidy performance at my high school, but the teacher never showed up, and so just had to usher it. It was fun, but to short in my view. I'm still having the dreams, but last night I had a dream that some idiot was getting high just outside my Algrabra 2 class, and I yelled at him to fuck off. Most of my writing has been prety depresing, one a post end-of-the-world, some people with horrable luck, and the bad endings for my CyoA story (the ways you can die...yikes). The only other remotly interesting thing I've done this week is find out I'm the only kid out of about 30% of my class passing humanitys,,,WTF, it isn't a hard class.

So ya, this has been a short week, until today. Highlights are that "DisHonord" thraler, which looks fucking awesome and I want. Seeing a Russain flash mob, which I will link down below (THANK YOU SAVAGE FOR SHOWING ME THIS). Then I've started on a Chose your own Advanture book, which I will be uploading soon. Two things I must say about this, One: you need to use your head for some of it, as the puzzles can be kinda hard. Two: There are good and bad endings, but some options that seem to lead to bad endings may lead to a good ending. So far, there are about fifteen posable endings, and I'm only about 42% done. And, as you can guess by the title, I've been having alot of troble sleeping. Thou I have had some awesome dreams, like being chased by dinosures throu a jungle, or becomeing a guilmon (<--I really like this one). Also, the assistant for my humanitys teacher is so awesome and cute, I love her. But now we have reached the moment I have been dreading, I am part of the set up for a battle of the bands for my journalism class. The whole class was supose to come after school to help, there is about thirty of us, only seven including myself showed up. Fuckers. The time it took to set up? FOUR AND A HALF HOURS. Four of them I spent with my thumbs up my ass doing nothing. To add to that, our graphic program froze, as well as the whole damned computer. The best part was, the crew found some refureal forms, and come up with stipid stuff we would get in alot of trouble for. My was going to be rape a whole class (hey, when a dragon gets horny), but instead I was masterbating to a magic sandwitch...I don't want to know. But that wasn't the best part, earlyer that day, I had to watch a deminstartion of what happend in a crash, then listen to two moms bitch about how there sons died. I hope no one I know will die in a car crash, but oh my god, these two moms were so dumb and annoying. Half the stuff they said contridicted what the other said. I know its cold and dickish, but if you do die, there are alot of people to take your place. I have had close friends and famaly die, and I moved on rather quickly. You need to acept that they will die sooner than latter, and just hope they lived a good life that they had. I have my grand parents on their death bed, and I know they were both strong, wise people. Wether you die young or old, you need to make most of the time you have, and I view that for myself as writing storys for people to enjoy. I know I'm ending this on a sad note, so to make up for it, I'm also linking an adorable pic of Dragoneer and Sciggles, bye!
After the Battle of the Bands: it was a disaster! We weren't ready, had barly any hands, no usheres, one of our camera men weren't there, and the cameras we did have avalable were broken. Plus, my parents didn't like me showing up so late, and I couldn't help clean up. And the iceing on the cake: we didn't make any profit from it. Anyone have some rope I can hang myself with? On the plus side, the sound person hated this one accustic guy and a band because the first was making the mics scrach, and the second was death metal. It was fun listening to him suffer. Over all I want my weekend back!

Flash mob of awesomeness: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgoapkOo4vg
Cute Dragoneer and Sciggles: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6789057/

So, this week is kinda a blur of being tired, wishing my dog would shut up, and having my computer's sound card die. The only things I can distrincly remmember is clocking in about a 14 hours in my Diablo II game today. Yesterday I finished my Guardian story summery for season one, and its 11 pages. I might just post that, hopefully to get some feed back about the plot and weather its good, how readers relate to it, and if I need to change something about it imeditly. Keep in mind if I do, this is just part one of about 14-17 season story, and it gets EXTREMLY compects at some points. Apart from that, lines for the play I'm in were due this week, and I have about 13 monologs to memorize. Luckaly, I only got about ten marks of calling line, and thats good, becaue I have hardly looked at my script out side rehersal! Because thats a good thing (can you feel the sarcasim?)! Apart from that (Deja vu?), writing that scene I promised has been a BITCH! I try to work on it, only just to sit at a half complete Word document, with my thumbs up my ass, and I wish I was being literal about that, because I might just be enjoying something. I feel like molasis is coming from my head, I know what I want to do, I just can't word it. *sigh* Still, I have another idea that I really like for a setup. Seven kingdoms, each have a reputation, but you find its just the surface of each, and they are much more deeper then you first asume. It's what Skyrim wants to be, deep and engaging; ZING!

Finaly goten better from my cold, thou I still have a small chough. Most people at school asked if I had tuberculosis or smoked (both are no). Still, I'm taking a stage combate again, and its really fun! I have a decent grade in all my classes, and I like to use this site as a look back on the week. I'm almost done with the now eight page summery of a plot for one of my books, thou I now think it should be a comic book. Apart from that, I'm about a third of the way done with the Travis story, thou I do have a barrior to over come. I got all the characters at the spot, but now Travis has to enter, and the guy he works for has to explain how Travis is kind of psychotic with his "No one gets out alive." in a humorish maner. I'm trying to make it light-hearted (stress the word >try<"). Well, today is sunny, its warm...a good day to stay inside and away from people!

Well, I decided to post my first journal entery. I've got a head cold, spring break is about to end in two hours and I might have to miss school because I feel like crap. I'm still trying to discover everything I can about this site, and have vary little time to do so. So to cheer myself up, I'm working on my first story for this site. I'll start with something I've been thinking about for the past three days: a hostege situation has gone to hell, and the police have infomation that the building has around twelve armed hostiles. A privet branch arive, and send in their offical bad ass: Travis Artemis to clear the building. NOTE: This is a general story with violence, death, and swearing. I might do a adult story in a few weeks once I get some feed back. I like to listen to a song or two when writing, and this was the one that inspiered it (you'll see were I got the name once you see the title of the song), hope you enjoy it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-V8.....ure=plpp_video