Artistically me

I moved!!

I wasn't really liking Typepad anymore so I moved over to Blogger/Blogspot where I have my photography blog.  It looks SOOOOOOO much better and I LOOOOOVE it! :)  I even posted three times in the past month(?).  Hehe.  

So anyways, I moved.  Here's the awesome new blog!!  Please go check it out, it got waaay exciting and interesting and fun looking.  And I'm trying to motivate myself to post every single day.  The posts look so much mroe creative and just overall amazing!!!! :)  And blogspot has an auto spell check, typepad doesn't and what they have is terrible.  

I think I'm going to hop off typepad.  I think I might ahve dissed them too much in my post. hehehe.  Oh well.  Come check out the new and updated Artistically Me!! :)

Have an amazing week!!!

Music

Living on water and food is normally expected of us.  But I live on music.  I can go days and weeks without food but barely an hour without music.  The simpleness of background music on tv is enough to satisfy my hunger.  My entire life I've loved hearing people play music, play it myself, write it.  It gives me a sense of being and makes me whole.  When life comes crashing down on me, I run to the sweet, warm arms of it's embracing notes.  The cool keys of the piano, smooth strings of the vioin, the joy of singing, struming guitar.  I feel welcomed, loved.  I love hearing the rich warm sounds of violins drifting over the air, wonderfuly soft tones of piano keys being pushed gently.  My life's out of control, I can't make anything work the right way, but music comforts me and I can't control it but it works the right way.  No matter who doesn't want to listen, music listens. It's oddly comforting to be moving my bow across the strings.  It's the only I have left to escape to, people have their opinions and judgements, but music doens't have opinions or judgmental glares.  I can be anywhere and still have the comforting words that flow out of my headphones into my longing ears.  Nothing is as comforting as the sound of notes.  When I write it makes me happy to know the beautiful sounds that come from the strings, keys, lips are mine and I made them.  My creations are the only things I can really claim to my name.  Something causes me to long to come back to my music to hear my lovely songs come to life.  Music comes to life whenever it's played, it springs up and makes you smile, causes you to fall on your knees and cry.  It doesn't matter what it makes you do, but it makes you do somthing.  Whether it makes you scream out about the pain someone caused you, or if it makes you long for the one person who makes you laugh.  It causes you to react to life, good or bad.  Music drives my emotions.  Without it, I wouldn't know how to express myself.  I'm critisized for talking about my emtions, how I talk aout them annoys people.  But people will accept music.  With my music I can express everything I feel, sharing it with others scares me that they won't like me or what I created.  My wonderful creations that saved my heart will also crush a relationship I'm working so hard to keep from shattering.  So many stunning people have touched me, through their music, hearts.  Now I'm afraid my music will hurt their hearts, make them leave me again.  The hurt I felt, caused my music to turn into hatred words and minor keys.  Then soft, notes with joy and love, explaining all the love I had inside of me.  Soon turning into angry, hurtful words, crawling into sadness and abanonment, music had not created the emotions but it helped them to evolve back into the joy I now felt.  No matter what happens, one person knows me best, and they'll keep me moving into my music.  I love knowing that I don't have to force my way into music, flowing into it is easier.  Inspiration causes my music to take a different shape, but not a different way of speaking.  People can change the style, molding it carefully into a new shape.  Almost like pouring it into a new mold, letting it keep a shape, until someone else melts it down and pours it into their mold.  Each time it changes, it's unique, never the same but with somewhat similar to the previous one.  One feature stays the exact same in all of the notes that come out of my instuments, lips.  Realistic emotions.  Every quarter note, sharp or flat, rest, is important and can't be removed.  I feel as if I'm a rest, sharp or flate, solid jet black note.  I'm important and I can't be replaced or taken away.  Just because people don't know that, doesn't mean music doesn't or I don't.  Before my music was hatful, cruel now sad, unwanted.  My longing and dependency on music isn't normal, or so I think, but it's all I need to survive.  Without it I'd die.  I know I need it more than anything in the world.  Music is my life and my only food, so no matter who leaves me music won't leave me ever.

 

Inspired by Bethany Vrieswyk.

I'm slightly offended and concerned

So I'm writing this thing and I've been taking a super long test to see if my character is a Mary Sue (google it if you don't know.)  Once of the questions is this:  Does the character ever easily learn a difficult skill (e.g. learn to play guitar in a matter of weeks)?  If anyone knows me, I did this.  I guess that makes me a Mary Sue.  :(  I'm sad now.

I also went on Snowbound!!!!!!!!!  And it was awesome!!!!!!!!!!  I learned a lot.  Including to bring thyroid meds when you go up in altitude.  And bring gluten free food.  Otherwise you live off caffeene.  Which isn't such a bad thing, since I lost over four pounds.  :D 

I'm also kicking my school's butt, gonna kick some serious Steeler butt =D, writing another book with Bethany's personality (accedentally made her the Mary Sue I was referring to before ;), cried, laughed, slept, screamed, wrote a song, and had a really bad arguement with my mom over how I'm not moving again. 

I think I've had a pretty productive weekend.  Ooh, did I mention that I've had less than 15 hours of sleep in six days??  Again, very productive..... :P

Look what I did!!

During my lunch break today I decided to make a manip.  So here it is.  I don't think the dog's are very realistic, but they're pretty good.  I'm still not completely happy with it, but whatever.  :)

 

Christmas is a fail

You'll never guess where I get to spend Christmas!!!  My dad's hotel room you say?  Good answer!!  I can't believe I have to spend Christmas in... I won't say it.  But what can I, a psychotic thirteen year old who's view on life is so very biased?  I think I might need to turn myself into an asylum.  So my entire Christmas is (partially) recked.  My cousins are coming out and so are my grandparetns!!!!!  So Danielle gets to meet Kristen.  And so does Becca.  So I'm not upset about AFTER Christmas.  Just Christmas Eve, Christmas, the day after Christmas, and the day after the day after Chrsitmas.  But if you guys get bored or want to make me feel better then please text me.  Don't call me because then I'll get yelled at.  But I don't mind bugging him by texting everyone.  :) 

 

I'm so mad right now.  I'm sitting here listening to Elizabeth whine and complain that her 'head hurts'.  I want to hit her so hard right now.  And Heather and my mom are at Target and I'm here pretending to call my jerk of a father to come get Elizabeth.  Yay me!!

 

Gotta go!

 

P.S   Please text me now.  NOW!  I command you.

I'm posting!! Happy?

I know I haven't been posting a lot.  I don't come by too much free time.  Here's the quick story of everything.

1. I'm almost done with the first semester of school (behind I know!) and I plan on working over Christmas break, so I can get done with the second.

2. I have strep throat and I'm currently blaming Danielle.

3. I plan on having a photoshoot with bethany and Heather some time soon.  I had to cancel the last one thanks to strep thanks to Danielle. 

4.  I did a shoot with Sophia a while back and if you go to my photo blog you can watch the movie.

5.  I made a movie with Sophia in it, (4.)

6. My dad's a dummy and he's a jerk.  I'm having to spend Christmas with him.  GOD TAKE ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7. I might be able to get out of 6.

8. Elizbeth's being a meany.  Please pray that she's nice.

9.  Elizabeth's trying to break Bethany

10.  White Collar doesn't come back on until january. :[

11. We were givin hacking rights by a lady from an auto transportation company

12.  My mother bought a minivan.  :(

13.  Right when I can drive my mother's truck and not die, she sells it

14.  It's not sold yet, so I can still crash.

15.  I'm going to have to learn to drive in a minivan

16.  Not even Bethany is learning with the big van

17.  I'm getting sick and tired of being sick and tired

18. I'm not contageuos.  -ACHOOO-  You're not sick!!!

19.  Anyone getting bored?

20.  I've read 14k pages in two days.

21.  I had to right 21 so I could have a list that wasn't 20 things, it was 21.  :D  You know you love me!

22.  MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!  I lied,  there's 22 things!!!! My toes cramp up if I stand on them.

Cell Phone in 1928: give me a break!

We've apparently already invented a time machine that can go back into the past, and the one person known to do it, just happens to show up in Charlie Chaplin's THE CIRCUS.  Here's the video.  After you're done, scroll down to hear what I think.

 

 

Some pictures:

 

So now for my side.

First off, the she looks like a he.  The nose is huge and when s/he turns to look at the camera, s/he has wrinkles like a man, the face just has a "manly" appearance. 

(blurry but see the nose?)

The feet are almost as big (or bigger) than the man in front of him/her. 

The hand holding whatever it is (or pretending to) looks unrealistically large.

The clothing looks like the women's fashions in 1928 and it seems a little behind in style, but this will help with my next theory. 

It's just a hobo.  With the slightly outdated clothes, and the recession, it makes sense.  It could easily be a hobo who's talking to themselves.  Phones were invented then and so it would just be like a little kid copying they're parents talking on the old-fashioned phones they had then.  The guy who created Cellphones was born in 1928 (coincidence??) and so they wouldn't have been invented.  There is no shadow on the face from a cellphone, but from the hand.  So it couldn't have been there.  Everything has a shadow, remember???

 

All pictures are screenshots I took from the video above.

Mini Bits of Heaven

I like taking breaks from school every now and then so I decided to make some paper fashions and here's Break #1:

 

Not a very good picture, I know.  Better one to come!  But it's a purple base with a blue tissue paper skirt and a black top.  Very hard to do!!

 

What do you think?

Scanvanger Hunt

I'm having -another- scanvenger hunt! Essentially you research and try to find out the answer.  You can use the internet, books, magazines, bribery, etc.  Here's how you play.

I give you hints on what to find and where, then you have to find it and report where you found it.  As soon as you do, I'll tell you if it's right or not.  If it is, then you win the round and NO ONE ELSE CAN ANSWER THAT QUESTION!!! 

There's going to be a fairly good ammount rounds, so everyone will get a chance to answer and get a chance to win.

If you win a round you get an e-mail with a hint for the next round.  Only YOU know the hint so don't share it with ANYONE.

And now here's the rules:

 

1) No cheating, Google is allowed, but you can't Google the questions themselves.

2) You can not work together to get the answers.  If you do, BOTH of you will lose your points/wins and all of the hints you know will be invalid and you can't use them becuase the themes will have changed.  So don't mess up!!!

3) Do not pressure me into giving you hints.  First, it won't work, and second, it's cheating and you will be disqusalified from the round.  Kapesh?

 

OK, so now that we have everything covered.  We do have everything covered, right?!  Let's pretend that we do.  So here's the first round!!! (Remember: there are no hints on this round!)

EDIT:  There actually isn't a prize.  This is just for fun.  Sorry for not adding that earlier!!

This was made in the 1960's.  It was majorly popular.  It's really tall, not wide.  This involves teasing and spray.  What is it?? 

 

Raffle!!!

I'm hosting a raffle!!!!!  And here's the catch, the raffle, well, it's a surprise!  So basically your entering a raffle for a surprise prize!!!!!  All you need to do is post your name.  That's it.  No joke.  Anyone can post!!  If you win, I'll send you an email so I can get your address and mail it to you.  Unless I know you and see you often and then I won't bother.  So hury and enter!!!!!!  Closes on the 14th!!!!!!