Author's Note: Just a little rant I composed in the ten minutes or less between physics and Algebra. Also please note I am not sucicidal in any way.
I’m hovering on the edge of insanity. One minute I couldn’t be happier and the next I feel like God turned his back on me. I’m slowly slipping off the cliff and there are only a few people who can stop my hopeless slide. Unfortunately, none of them can help me in the middle of physics. Why’d I have to leave my stuff at home? I thought I grabbed it. Oh, Amy probably moved it on me. God really must hate me. What have I done? I’m trying my hardest and nothing I do seems to be good enough anymore. I’m falling further and further down into the deep black pit. I just want to scream at the top of my lungs DOES ANYBODY EVEN CARE ABOUT MY SANITY??? But I don’t, because I can’t. Because if I did, it would prove I’m crazier than I previously thought. I want to runaway and hide from school. If I dropped one thing I could make it through the rest. The problem being first and formost I have to attend school. Well, technically I could drop out, but that’s not likely and I want to finish high school. There is no way I’d drop the musical. That is my one shining beacon of happiness, the reason the other things haven’t dragged me past the point of no return. If I didn’t have the musical I’d be lost. However, my parents would absolutely refuse to let me drop Cross Country. A fire and brimstone hell is more likely to freeze over. Despite what I say I do like Cross Country, it’s just hard. I can’t quit my job because it’s rather apparent that Brian doesn’t regard e-mails as important. I could lose my job, I don’t need the money. I just don’t know how to quit. I haven’t really begun to do anything NHS related yet, I’m too busy doing all of my above listed things.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
How Could I be right?
Seriously, I've been right a lot lately. Seriously it's been scary. Things I have pulled out of my ass have been right lately. Well, let me explain. ((Note spoilers for everything I talk about))
Stolen Earth/Journey's End: The most amazing Doctor Who finale I have ever watched ever. Lot's of companions. Daleks. K-9. Naked David. Luke (sorry I loves the little guy). German. Former Prime Minister. Yes we know who you are. I loved this finale. I really did like Doctor 10.5 and I'm happy Rose got a Doctor all to herself. I've had to adjust a fanfic I'm writing but hey it will be easily done.
Speaking of fanfic remember WTUC? Yeah, I know I need to update. I will, when I can. But remember how the Doctor could get to Rose? When the universes are collapsing it's easier to get across? Made that up a looooooooooong time ago. I stirred up the theory a while before I wrote the story. Apparently that was the correct theory, because that's how it worked in the finale. Now I will admit I was wrong about slipping, but that was an even more of an ass pull. I didn't think that would really happen but in-story I needed a reason for the Doctor to go get Rose. So I just invented slippage. So except for slipping I was essentially right in my theory.
Now for another correct theory:
Breaking Dawn: I have an unpublished and unfinished Twilight fic that I never planned on publishing (because I thought it was just like every other bad fanfic out there). Oh side note, I'm trying to step away from reading/writing bad fanfic. Anywho, in unnamed bad twilight fic I had Bella get pregnant (surprise) and I said that male virgin vampires could get human girls pregnant and that female vampires were barren. Take out the word virgin in the entire previous sentence and you have a synopsis the first book of Breaking Dawn. yeah. one word off. Damn I'm good. How'd I do it? The world may never know.
Perhaps now would be a good time to mention that a lot of things that I believed would happen in Deathly Hallows did. I (eventually) became the biggest Snape truster in the universe. (What? As an emotional eighth grader I was pissed right after Dumbledore died, but one Snape is good theory had me convinced). I instantly knew Harry was a Horcrux. I had always believed it was going to be Ron/Hermiony. No HARMONY for me. You delusional freaks. Anyway, I always thought Snape liked Lily. And last but not least I thought a lot more than 2 people were going to die in Deathly Hallows. In case you forgot people thought only 2 people were going to die after JK said that she killed 2 people she hadn't meant to. The only thing I was wrong about in the book was I was convinced Hagrid and Harry were goners. Yeah wrong.
Now some people would think I'm trying to say I'm great author who knows every thing. No. No. No. No. You get that? I think I just happen to theorize and I've been getting lucky. Like I said about my twilight fic, I never thought it would actually happen, and then it did. *head shake* I'm sure I'll be wrong about something else. I've just been feeling weird lately about how right I've been. Oh Sometime soon I'm going to write about The Dark Knight soon.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Epic
LittleKuriboh has officially won the internet. Just watch. Really it's just that amazing.
Impressive right?
Impressive right?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
So yeah...
Umm let's see where to begin???? So much has happened in so little time... Uhhh. Let's start with the bad and move on from there? Sounds like an idea to me/
So my job is officially going crazy. I work for Anheuser Busch. Well, I work at Grant's Farm, the ancestral home of the Busch Family and home of a good chunk (but alas not all) of the famous Clydesdales. So if you haven't heard AB got taken over by InBev!. I really don't know what to say about anything at this point. I don't think I'm really allowed to say anything, shame isn't it? Anyway, my job may or may not exist in a few summers... Damn. (Note: May update this later after I actually go into work after the takeover.)
Movingt On: I have three weeks to get my 2 mile time down to 17 minutes and 59 seconds or less. Yes Cross Country Season will soon be upon us. If you are religous please pray that in four weeks from today (July 15) that the weather will be absolutely beautiful and I will run my time trial with out fail. Oh God I think I need this more than my job right now...
On a lighter note: Happy Second Anniversary YGO:TAS! Congratulations on not only surviving, updating, but also being down right funny. Seriously episode 30: Sore = epic win! Phresh Pharoah of Bel Aire was pure comedic gold. Also props to TitanAura for "You'll Never Stop the Abridged" I loved that song, and I understand not being able to hit high notes easily, after all I'm an alto.
Yay: I told you guys I entered Alicia Blade's Writing Contest right? Well, I didn't win, but that's okay! I think she honestly liked my story. Here is the review she gave it in her newsletter: "The Best-Seller" by Brooke Johnson was a story that truly touched me, as a writer and a reader. It was one of those stories that follows you around long after you finish it and had me thinking about the continuation of love after death and how artists tend to live on in their works. Brooke's use of "phantom" was subtle and effective—over all, this was an extremely well-crafted story. So I think that's a good review. Also the story was completely original.
You know what? Here's the story:
“The Best-Seller”
I received a phone call from a TV show today. They want to interview me about the book. Who wouldn’t love to talk about a best-selling modern masterpiece? I couldn’t have been happier.
And yet paradoxically I couldn’t have been more heartbroken. As you know, the story isn’t mine. You wrote everything. The characters, the plot, everything, it was always yours. It was never mine. I only followed your outline.
You received your ‘inspiration’ shortly after our first anniversary. You tore the house apart looking for a blank note book and a pen. It had to be a pen you had said. That way even if you trashed an idea for this story you could keep it for later. For three days you scratched away at the notebook ‘outlining’ your ‘best-seller’. I thought you were just being childish.
You told me everything about the story, although many times I really didn’t want to hear it. I don’t care for fantasy. I definitely don’t care for romance, ‘chick novels’ is what I called them. But you continued to ‘bounce’ your ideas off me. I told you what I honestly thought. And yet you seemed to appreciate it, even when I wasn’t that helpful or, let’s be honest, hurtful. Some great husband I was.
And one day you sat down at your computer, and began typing away. The rapid fire clicking and clacking of keys nearly drove me off the edge. It was nigh impossible for me to work. I’d always ask you to type softer, and you did, being the loving wife you were, for a half-hour or so, but then you’d be right back at it. I hated that you know. Oh, you knew all right and you’d apologize and move into the other room. You always said you did it for love. Love keeps us going you always said.
Love. That’s what got you killed. You just had to go and visit your mother that day didn’t you? You just had to arrive in time to see the smoke billowing out of the kitchen. You couldn’t have just waited for the firemen could you? Oh, no, you had to go running in and try to save her. You loved her too much to let her die. So you died instead of her. Which, that didn’t do much good because she was so grief stricken that she killed herself.
Maybe she had the right idea. I tried, many times, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it or as luck would have it we wouldn’t have what I wanted. I was mysteriously out of ibuprofen the first time. The second time all the knives were hidden in the part of the cabinet I forgot to search. Little instances like that were the only things that kept me going.
Then one day I found something else. I opened up your computer and there it was, your unfinished ‘masterpiece’, the cursor blinking as if it expected you to begin typing again. You wouldn’t begin typing though, you’d never move again. You’re six feet underground. You couldn’t reach a computer if you tried.
But I could reach a computer, and I knew the story. But, that was insane, I knew nothing about writing, but sitting there it was almost as if my fingers began moving on there own. I slowly began writing your story. You always complained of writer’s block but every time I came across a difficult part I’d suddenly know exactly how you would want to write it.
I finished the story three weeks after I began typing it. That seemed faster than you ever wrote, but that may have happened because I didn’t sleep or go to work. Astonishingly though I didn’t actually need the sleep. Of course after I finished I collapsed into a heap on my bed, and slept for 2 days.
I sent it into a few companies. I sent a letter explaining the circumstances surrounding the novel’s being written, hoping they’d understand. They did. I received offers from all the companies finally deciding on one simply because I was drawn to them for some unexplained reason.
The book climbed to tops of charts within days. Within weeks the publishers had to print more copies than they originally anticipated. People wanted interviews and press conferences and I turned everyone down. I couldn’t talk about your book. It wasn’t mine to talk about.
Which brings us back to this phone call, this show’s offer is different. They want to talk about you and your writing. I want to say no. I can’t talk about you, I can’t. It hurts too much. And yet a calm feeling washes over me as the word “yes” escapes my lips.
Uh yeah so that's All I have to say for now.
Songs (Simply because I couldn't choose which one was more appropriate): Phresh Pharoah of Bel-Aire by Little Kuriboh; and You'll Never Stop the Abridged by TitanAura
So my job is officially going crazy. I work for Anheuser Busch. Well, I work at Grant's Farm, the ancestral home of the Busch Family and home of a good chunk (but alas not all) of the famous Clydesdales. So if you haven't heard AB got taken over by InBev!. I really don't know what to say about anything at this point. I don't think I'm really allowed to say anything, shame isn't it? Anyway, my job may or may not exist in a few summers... Damn. (Note: May update this later after I actually go into work after the takeover.)
Movingt On: I have three weeks to get my 2 mile time down to 17 minutes and 59 seconds or less. Yes Cross Country Season will soon be upon us. If you are religous please pray that in four weeks from today (July 15) that the weather will be absolutely beautiful and I will run my time trial with out fail. Oh God I think I need this more than my job right now...
On a lighter note: Happy Second Anniversary YGO:TAS! Congratulations on not only surviving, updating, but also being down right funny. Seriously episode 30: Sore = epic win! Phresh Pharoah of Bel Aire was pure comedic gold. Also props to TitanAura for "You'll Never Stop the Abridged" I loved that song, and I understand not being able to hit high notes easily, after all I'm an alto.
Yay: I told you guys I entered Alicia Blade's Writing Contest right? Well, I didn't win, but that's okay! I think she honestly liked my story. Here is the review she gave it in her newsletter: "The Best-Seller" by Brooke Johnson was a story that truly touched me, as a writer and a reader. It was one of those stories that follows you around long after you finish it and had me thinking about the continuation of love after death and how artists tend to live on in their works. Brooke's use of "phantom" was subtle and effective—over all, this was an extremely well-crafted story. So I think that's a good review. Also the story was completely original.
You know what? Here's the story:
“The Best-Seller”
I received a phone call from a TV show today. They want to interview me about the book. Who wouldn’t love to talk about a best-selling modern masterpiece? I couldn’t have been happier.
And yet paradoxically I couldn’t have been more heartbroken. As you know, the story isn’t mine. You wrote everything. The characters, the plot, everything, it was always yours. It was never mine. I only followed your outline.
You received your ‘inspiration’ shortly after our first anniversary. You tore the house apart looking for a blank note book and a pen. It had to be a pen you had said. That way even if you trashed an idea for this story you could keep it for later. For three days you scratched away at the notebook ‘outlining’ your ‘best-seller’. I thought you were just being childish.
You told me everything about the story, although many times I really didn’t want to hear it. I don’t care for fantasy. I definitely don’t care for romance, ‘chick novels’ is what I called them. But you continued to ‘bounce’ your ideas off me. I told you what I honestly thought. And yet you seemed to appreciate it, even when I wasn’t that helpful or, let’s be honest, hurtful. Some great husband I was.
And one day you sat down at your computer, and began typing away. The rapid fire clicking and clacking of keys nearly drove me off the edge. It was nigh impossible for me to work. I’d always ask you to type softer, and you did, being the loving wife you were, for a half-hour or so, but then you’d be right back at it. I hated that you know. Oh, you knew all right and you’d apologize and move into the other room. You always said you did it for love. Love keeps us going you always said.
Love. That’s what got you killed. You just had to go and visit your mother that day didn’t you? You just had to arrive in time to see the smoke billowing out of the kitchen. You couldn’t have just waited for the firemen could you? Oh, no, you had to go running in and try to save her. You loved her too much to let her die. So you died instead of her. Which, that didn’t do much good because she was so grief stricken that she killed herself.
Maybe she had the right idea. I tried, many times, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it or as luck would have it we wouldn’t have what I wanted. I was mysteriously out of ibuprofen the first time. The second time all the knives were hidden in the part of the cabinet I forgot to search. Little instances like that were the only things that kept me going.
Then one day I found something else. I opened up your computer and there it was, your unfinished ‘masterpiece’, the cursor blinking as if it expected you to begin typing again. You wouldn’t begin typing though, you’d never move again. You’re six feet underground. You couldn’t reach a computer if you tried.
But I could reach a computer, and I knew the story. But, that was insane, I knew nothing about writing, but sitting there it was almost as if my fingers began moving on there own. I slowly began writing your story. You always complained of writer’s block but every time I came across a difficult part I’d suddenly know exactly how you would want to write it.
I finished the story three weeks after I began typing it. That seemed faster than you ever wrote, but that may have happened because I didn’t sleep or go to work. Astonishingly though I didn’t actually need the sleep. Of course after I finished I collapsed into a heap on my bed, and slept for 2 days.
I sent it into a few companies. I sent a letter explaining the circumstances surrounding the novel’s being written, hoping they’d understand. They did. I received offers from all the companies finally deciding on one simply because I was drawn to them for some unexplained reason.
The book climbed to tops of charts within days. Within weeks the publishers had to print more copies than they originally anticipated. People wanted interviews and press conferences and I turned everyone down. I couldn’t talk about your book. It wasn’t mine to talk about.
Which brings us back to this phone call, this show’s offer is different. They want to talk about you and your writing. I want to say no. I can’t talk about you, I can’t. It hurts too much. And yet a calm feeling washes over me as the word “yes” escapes my lips.
Uh yeah so that's All I have to say for now.
Songs (Simply because I couldn't choose which one was more appropriate): Phresh Pharoah of Bel-Aire by Little Kuriboh; and You'll Never Stop the Abridged by TitanAura
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Look it's Springtime
AND NOW IT'S..... Springtime for Hitler and Germany.... I'm seeing The Producers tonight! Summer in my city has officially started. The Muny has opened. YAY! I can't wait to see The Producers! I love the old movie (with Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder). I have never seen the musical version so this will be an interesting adventure for me. Well, I've seen one part of the new movie, over and over and over. But ONLY because John Barrowman is in it, and he's the beautiful man beautifully singing "Springtime". God he has a voice of an angel.
HEIL myself!
SPOILERS FOR DOCTOR WHO FINALE: Came across an interesting picture yesterday. From left to right we have Sarah Jane Smith, Mickey Smith (No relation), Jackie Tyler, Rose Tyler, 
The Doctor, Martha Jones, Donna Noble and in front, Captain Jack Harkness. Wow, doesn't that picture just look cool, I mean despite the low resolution it rocks. I think Harriet Jones is also coming back. I don't know what they'll do about her, seeing as she should be really ticked at the Doctor. Oh andI think I heard that Davros is confirmed to be returning in the finale. YAY! For my one blog reader it would be like getting YED back after years of him being hinted at. I love Davros, though I have only seen him in one six-part serial he had me scared shitless. Genesis of The Daleks, if you want to know, is one of my favorite old series stories, but the only other I've seen is Pyramids of Mars, another great serial, but no Daleks. Daleks rule. I'm sorry but they have been around forever and I don't think they've really suffered from to much villain decay. They are just timeless. They seem so cheezy, but whenever some one bashes them and their plungers they just suck your face right off. Cheezy and angry indeed. I think the best thing about this whole picture is Jackie is the only person who looks downright terrified, which if you think about the characters if someone said look an alien she'd be the only person to immediately react with fear.
The Doctor, Martha Jones, Donna Noble and in front, Captain Jack Harkness. Wow, doesn't that picture just look cool, I mean despite the low resolution it rocks. I think Harriet Jones is also coming back. I don't know what they'll do about her, seeing as she should be really ticked at the Doctor. Oh andI think I heard that Davros is confirmed to be returning in the finale. YAY! For my one blog reader it would be like getting YED back after years of him being hinted at. I love Davros, though I have only seen him in one six-part serial he had me scared shitless. Genesis of The Daleks, if you want to know, is one of my favorite old series stories, but the only other I've seen is Pyramids of Mars, another great serial, but no Daleks. Daleks rule. I'm sorry but they have been around forever and I don't think they've really suffered from to much villain decay. They are just timeless. They seem so cheezy, but whenever some one bashes them and their plungers they just suck your face right off. Cheezy and angry indeed. I think the best thing about this whole picture is Jackie is the only person who looks downright terrified, which if you think about the characters if someone said look an alien she'd be the only person to immediately react with fear. I know I cursed George Lucas, but the more I think about it the more I think Indiana Jones 4 was an all right film. Shia LeBeouf was spectacular. I wish Sean Connery would have appeared for a few minutes, other than just Indy looking at his picture. It was an intriguing change from magic to scifi, but I read to honor the B movies of the 50's they made it scifi instead. In the 30's it was the adventure archaeologist where as the fifties had spaceships and aliens. It all makes sense now. Shall post soon with my thoughts on The Producers, until then:
HEIL myself!
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