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How does this work exactly?
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So I would just like to say that I can't believe NBC failed to air Muse's performance of THE OFFICIAL SONG OF THE LONDON 2012 OLYMPICS. -_- Does this make any sense at all, NBC? I mean, I know I totally would have chosen the Spice Girls over Muse *sarcasm*, but how exactly does this work? Then again, this is coming from the same major news network that posts grammatical errors on their official website and is now allegedly less popular than Congress. I guess the point of this rant is to say that I will make some sort of art piece further mocking this horrendous mistake that I will probably actually never get around to like everything else.... Have a nice day!
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Miscellaneous Musings
3 min read
Alright, first thing's first:
If a fortune cookie doesn't have a fortune inside it, would it still be a fortune cookie? (Who knew lunchtime could be so philosophical?)
Secondly, I have come across something that I'm not entirely certain about. Where is the line between inspired by and copied? I wrote a piece a while ago and the other day I read something predicated around the same song, but I couldn't help but draw some parallels between it and my writing. I don't know if this is because the song conjures up some similar aspects, but it made me wonder all the same. Anywho....
I had a rather bizarre dream last night. I was in some bright, classroom-like setting, and something was very wrong with me, like I was hurt or something, but I was definitely dying whatever it was. So then I was called to the hospital and these two men were helping me out because I could hardly walk without collapsing from the pain and everything. As I was stumbling out the door to get to the hospital, I nearly ran into this one girl who I see at my school. I kinda know her, and I don't really have an opinion of her, so it was odd for her to show up. When I got to the hospital with the two men, there were all these stairs and my knee hit one and I cried out, but either my voice was so contorted from pain that I sounded like a man, or I actually was a guy (this was all first person by the way). We were stopped on the stairs and it was imperative that I got a doctor to stitch me up, because I think there was a huge cut or stab wound in my stomach, but we just stopped. Then there was this clear body bag that they began placing me in, and I made some comment along the lines of how it wasn't the first time I'd been in a body bag, but then it had been an accident because they thought I was dead. They started to zip up the bag over my feet and then it was mentioned that we had to keep going and someone else said it was pointless.....And then my alarm went off and I woke up. I couldn't help but gather a sense of acceptance or even duty from the whole thing. I also get the feeling that every now and then I would see a group of people gathered in the original room I was in (the bright one) and they were just waiting for me to get back and they knew it wasn't good. And that's not even all of it. Today in the locker room I was opening the door and that girl was there. I just stopped and stood there probably staring stupidly. It. Was. Weird.
Writing wise, I know I haven't done a whole lot, but the pace of life never ceases to stop so I haven't really had the time, but I'm coming up on a break here so hopefully I can get something done. However, I have a historical fiction bit to write for class, but that shouldn't be too big a problem.
If a fortune cookie doesn't have a fortune inside it, would it still be a fortune cookie? (Who knew lunchtime could be so philosophical?)
Secondly, I have come across something that I'm not entirely certain about. Where is the line between inspired by and copied? I wrote a piece a while ago and the other day I read something predicated around the same song, but I couldn't help but draw some parallels between it and my writing. I don't know if this is because the song conjures up some similar aspects, but it made me wonder all the same. Anywho....
I had a rather bizarre dream last night. I was in some bright, classroom-like setting, and something was very wrong with me, like I was hurt or something, but I was definitely dying whatever it was. So then I was called to the hospital and these two men were helping me out because I could hardly walk without collapsing from the pain and everything. As I was stumbling out the door to get to the hospital, I nearly ran into this one girl who I see at my school. I kinda know her, and I don't really have an opinion of her, so it was odd for her to show up. When I got to the hospital with the two men, there were all these stairs and my knee hit one and I cried out, but either my voice was so contorted from pain that I sounded like a man, or I actually was a guy (this was all first person by the way). We were stopped on the stairs and it was imperative that I got a doctor to stitch me up, because I think there was a huge cut or stab wound in my stomach, but we just stopped. Then there was this clear body bag that they began placing me in, and I made some comment along the lines of how it wasn't the first time I'd been in a body bag, but then it had been an accident because they thought I was dead. They started to zip up the bag over my feet and then it was mentioned that we had to keep going and someone else said it was pointless.....And then my alarm went off and I woke up. I couldn't help but gather a sense of acceptance or even duty from the whole thing. I also get the feeling that every now and then I would see a group of people gathered in the original room I was in (the bright one) and they were just waiting for me to get back and they knew it wasn't good. And that's not even all of it. Today in the locker room I was opening the door and that girl was there. I just stopped and stood there probably staring stupidly. It. Was. Weird.
Writing wise, I know I haven't done a whole lot, but the pace of life never ceases to stop so I haven't really had the time, but I'm coming up on a break here so hopefully I can get something done. However, I have a historical fiction bit to write for class, but that shouldn't be too big a problem.
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To Whom it May Concern
1 min read
So for those of you out there who care, I just thought I'd let you know that I am planning on writing another story using the same format as 'The Man and the Voice.' I believe I will be working this time with the song "Are You Ready" by Three Days Grace. I'm also figuring out some My Chemical Romance / Black Veil Brides teamwork....
Have a recommendation for a song choice? Let me know!
Have a recommendation for a song choice? Let me know!
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My first Tag thing
2 min read
Tagged by :GhoulShoe:
RULES
01 - You must post these rules
02 - Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal
03 - You have to choose and tag 10 people and post thier icons on the same journal
04 - Go to their pages and tell them you tagged them
05 - No tag backs
06 - No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you read this".
You legitimately have to tag 10 peoples
_________________________
1. I love rock music (Rise Against, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Sick Puppies).
2. I think the coolest thing ever would be to be the lead guitarist for a rock group.
3. My favorite comedy movie is Date Night.
4. I wanted a dog, but then my brother came along. I still want a dog though.....
5. I avoid drawing people at all costs.
6. I am incapable of speaking more than 5 words (over an entire year) to my crush.
7. I had a quote in my school paper that none of my friends could figure out that I said it. It was, I want to embrace my true self, but I'm afraid my parents won't accept. They all thought it must have been some person who wanted to come out. It wasn't. It was me referring to playing guitar.
8. My weakness is seafood.
9. My mom is Jewish, and my dad is Christian.
10. I hate talking on the phone.
Here goes nothin'
more people..... hmmmm........ I guess I'll bother some random strangers. My apologies random strangers!
RULES
01 - You must post these rules
02 - Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal
03 - You have to choose and tag 10 people and post thier icons on the same journal
04 - Go to their pages and tell them you tagged them
05 - No tag backs
06 - No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you read this".
You legitimately have to tag 10 peoples
_________________________
1. I love rock music (Rise Against, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Sick Puppies).
2. I think the coolest thing ever would be to be the lead guitarist for a rock group.
3. My favorite comedy movie is Date Night.
4. I wanted a dog, but then my brother came along. I still want a dog though.....
5. I avoid drawing people at all costs.
6. I am incapable of speaking more than 5 words (over an entire year) to my crush.
7. I had a quote in my school paper that none of my friends could figure out that I said it. It was, I want to embrace my true self, but I'm afraid my parents won't accept. They all thought it must have been some person who wanted to come out. It wasn't. It was me referring to playing guitar.
8. My weakness is seafood.
9. My mom is Jewish, and my dad is Christian.
10. I hate talking on the phone.
Here goes nothin'
more people..... hmmmm........ I guess I'll bother some random strangers. My apologies random strangers!
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Waiting for the End Parody
2 min read
(Chorus 1)
Finally the end
It's time for sun and swimming
Just chillin' with friends; hangin'
Out at all the parties dancing
So long teachers, so long books
Time for sleepin' in, not work
Us kids are out for good
And the school's empty within
(Chorus 2)
We say, yeah!
We are home free, let's go kick back
Ignore time, for now it's nothing
To student's averywhere
Now we've got dog days and our own rules
To play by, you hear?
Homework: might as well forget it.
This is summer, our year.
Waiting for the bell to ring
The edge of our seats, we sit
It is what we all have planned
We're all rearing to go.......
Don't care what's wrong or what's right
No more tests to mess our heads
Down to the wire, sianara
Yet another year down.....
(Chorus 3)
(Oh!) We're gonna stay up late, sleep in
Let's have the time of our lives
All I'm gonna do
Is hibernate inside my room
This whole year I have forgot
This will be an empty room
When it is the end of class
No one wants to be the last,
I think it's time to go.....
(Chorus 3)
Days at the beach 'till sun is gone
For we honestly never could care less
Neglecting everything I must do
Leave the past, forget the rules, do what we're gonna do
'Cuz this life is too short, so live it to the full
My mouth keeps moving, but my mind's gone dead
Wishing these days could last, dreading when school begins
The hardest part of summer if starting again!
All I'm gonna do
Is hibernate inside my room
This whole year I have forgot
Chorus 1
(This whole year I have forgot)
Chorus 2
(This whole year I have forgot)
Finally the end
It's time for sun and swimming
Just chillin' with friends; hangin'
Out at all the parties dancing
So long teachers, so long books
Time for sleepin' in, not work
Us kids are out for good
And the school's empty within
(Chorus 2)
We say, yeah!
We are home free, let's go kick back
Ignore time, for now it's nothing
To student's averywhere
Now we've got dog days and our own rules
To play by, you hear?
Homework: might as well forget it.
This is summer, our year.
Waiting for the bell to ring
The edge of our seats, we sit
It is what we all have planned
We're all rearing to go.......
Don't care what's wrong or what's right
No more tests to mess our heads
Down to the wire, sianara
Yet another year down.....
(Chorus 3)
(Oh!) We're gonna stay up late, sleep in
Let's have the time of our lives
All I'm gonna do
Is hibernate inside my room
This whole year I have forgot
This will be an empty room
When it is the end of class
No one wants to be the last,
I think it's time to go.....
(Chorus 3)
Days at the beach 'till sun is gone
For we honestly never could care less
Neglecting everything I must do
Leave the past, forget the rules, do what we're gonna do
'Cuz this life is too short, so live it to the full
My mouth keeps moving, but my mind's gone dead
Wishing these days could last, dreading when school begins
The hardest part of summer if starting again!
All I'm gonna do
Is hibernate inside my room
This whole year I have forgot
Chorus 1
(This whole year I have forgot)
Chorus 2
(This whole year I have forgot)
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