Friday, December 26, 2008
See, tonight I was going to the bathroom and noticed my hair almost went past the toilet seat.
Then after I showered I spent half an hour brushing my hair, but then it was all in front of my face, so I flung it back, but they remade all the Knots, after another half hour of brush(This time making sure it stayed behind my head), it was once again all in front of my head, but this time still FILLED with Knots all tangled up, after 15 applications of detangling spray I stomped into the kitchen, got the scissors, went back into the bathroom, I intended to only cut off 1ft of the hair to kill the knots, but I ended up cutting 1 foot on the left side but 1.5 feet on the right, so I had to cut more of the side I liked so it was even.
I brushed my hair again, and now my hair shoulder-length, and by the time schools back it'll be in better shape.
when my mom gets home I'm gonna like nothings different :D
Thursday, December 25, 2008
- a Wii points card(2000 points)
- The life of Brian
- Sonic Unleashed(Wii)
- Korg DS-10
- Elite Beat Agents
- Hotel Dusk
- Smart Mass Putty(Oil Slick)
- Kingston 4GB Flash drive(My first flash drive =3)
- The Annotated Alice
- The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti monster
- Fly Stick Van de Graaff Levitation Wand
- And Awesome Canadian hat thing
Pretty awesome :D
Xmas eve was awesome Family Yankee swap with my fathers family.
That night I spent an hour and 12 minutes in the bathroom.
and spent 5 hours lying down rather then sleeping.
at 7:00am I went downstairs because I couldn't stand waiting anymore.
At the end the unwrapping of Sonic Unleashed was rather symbolic(without my mom even knowing she did it)
It was in a HUGE box but it was very vauge and light
Inside was piles of packaging trash from the other gifts
and at the bottom was Sonic unleashed XD.
Here the box represents Sega's details of it before it's release.
and the trash represents all of Sonic's recent games.
We had tasty breakfast.
And then we went out for Chinese before Seeing Yes Man.
YES MAN IS A GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT MOVIE!!!
The Writing was fantastic, and I loved all the cool things people were doing that was just so great, I loved the positive attitude and it was just so funny.
I think I might go Photography running some day,
So this is my somewhat rushed Xmas day post, I don't really have much very interesting things to say,
The Van de graff flying stick is fun though =D
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Lets see how messed up this sentence can get =3Oh by the way, I am male, if I had a sister she would be Female, and we would be brother and sister, but I don't have a sister, I have an older brother, who is male, and we are brothers, not sisters.
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Since it's very long I'll just link to the SheezyART uploads.
You can read chapter 1 here
In other news, I'm not committed to Guitar enough to practice 10 hours a week, since I only originally started learning it because I didn't have the $35 a lesson Piano would require(I thought) but I found a book at school great for teaching myself piano, and the book recommends 10 minutes a day minimum, which is EASY.
I've gotten to chapter 5 in it, where it tries to get you used to using your left hand.
So thats fun.
I've been playing Mother 3 lately, SO MUCH FUN!!!, I definitely KNOW that if Nintendo released an official version I would buy it right away.
I've also been playing LSD(the game not the drug), it's... trippy.
Speaking of trippy, I've also been watching Gregory Horror Show, I LOVE THIS SHOW =D! I finished watching Volume 2 yesterday and although it wasn't quite as good as the first one(there was more focus on comedy then horror in that one) it was still 5 stars.
I really think they should make more Gregory Horror show, if not more of the show then maybe another game(Which they should RELEASE IN AMERICA)
TV Fish is awesome :D
My voice has been cracking A LOT lately, I can't even sing D:
I also have a weird dilemma, if I pursue being social and hang out with the people that were my friends in previous years, then I'd be an anti-social shut in
If I go outside and pursue my dreams and have fun and become more outgoing... I won't really have any IRL friends besides one or three people...
I think thinkgeek.com should open Retail stores, I know they're small but they could just have them in Malls or something, I would go there all the time since I wouldn't have to pay shipping or use a credit card.
Plus then you could see product in person before you buy them.
well thats all I have to say for now.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
My last update was on Monday, or was it Tuesday? so I guess I should recap everything since then.
Let's see... Oh right!.
I was Twittering a lot, and I got Twitteroo on my laptop :P.
Last night I got a 12'' Artists Mannequin Which helps with my drawing, as shown here And as you can see, S/he is wearing Mittens and Clogs because those are hard to draw and the Mannequin has wooden blocks for hands and feet.
I got a great idea for a LONG story, one which would be preferably either a live action series or an animated series, but could also do with a graphic novel or literary series.
It's main themes would be how everybody has their own stories and how they all connect and intertwine, even if something is very minor in your life you might still think about it and subconsciously affect your decisions in your future, or something that you didn't even know about could still effect your life indirectly, even if its something very minor.
The idea is that it would have 3 parts, the main part would be the stories, and second would be the overall, and the third would be the mystery.
It would have an ensemble cast would be the cast of the stories part, the hundreds of stories revolving around each character, and how they would all affect each other, and most of them would take place within the same time period, and some of them could be flash back stories or stories that seem completely unrelated but would still connect to the overall.
The overall would be about a single character who accidentally observes parts of, or overhears parts of all the stories from the stories part, but s/he would have no idea that there are so many interesting things going on around him/her, S/he would often complain how boring his/her life is because nothing exciting or interesting happens, and every one of the stories would somehow effect this character, and then it goes onto the third part, the mystery.
The mystery part would involve something happening to the character from the overall, or the overall doing something, that would result in a big commotion, and hopefully as the viewers or readers go through all the stories, what really happened would start to click, so that by the end of the series there will hopefully be no need for an explanation because they'd have figured it out already, of course in case they hadn't there would be one, an epic one too, but it would mostly be to reassure the viewers/readers that they had gotten it right.
The layout would work in that in between the stories would be clips of the overall, and every so often some of the mystery would mix in, some of the stories would self contain themselves, while others might take a break and the others would show.
I think that the final part which would not be mixed in would be called the realization, would would be the conclusion of the series, where the overall character realizes that all the stories are happening around him/her and you get to see what the events that the mystery are about, happen.
A big thing about the stories would be that nothing would be off limits, there would be a lot of variety, and nothing would be deemed "Not appropriate" or "In bad taste" because they would be things that DO happen.
I've already got some ideas for stories, but I don't think I'll really work on this until I've got a more thought out idea, and I've gotten better at drawing and writing and all that.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Adventures at Boston Comicon! (Or the lack thereof)
It was Sunday morning; I was staying at Sam’s house, along with Cyrus and Jacob, mostly because of Halloween but also so we could help his mom with her Irish dance thing on Saturday, and go to the Boston Comicon on Sunday.
Cyrus and I woke up at 6:00am, we thought, for the clock clearly said 6:00am, and the convention started at 10:00am, but since Sam’s Dad didn’t want to be trying to drive us there at 10:00, we were pretty sure it was compromised that we were going to play it by ear, get up early, and leave when ready.
Well, to pass the time we watched TV only to find that in fact is was 5:00am, because of Daylight savings, “Well that’s just fantastic” I said sarcastically.
There usually isn’t much on at 5:00am as you could imagine, we found a Spanish soap opera with a cheesy fight scene, there was the same exact “SMACK!” sound effect with every single obviously not actually connecting blow, and at some point they ended up in the water, which was oddly shallow and now the “Smack!” was replaced with what sounded like the same sound effect you put in a cartoon when a small child is playing in a puddle.
The fight ends and the winner gets married to some girl who was egging them on, along with what appeared to be her 5 grandmothers, 7 uncles, 2 fathers, 3 mothers 5 sisters, and 8 brothers (or it was just a swarm of extras who were watching the fight and happened to all also be at the wedding but in different outfits).
Well enough of that, we began flicking through the channels again, or should I say infomercials since that was all that was on (Except for a certain show that I usually record at 5:00am which is how we found out it was 5:00am and not 6:00am), until finally we found another odd one, a French, animation? I wasn’t even sure, the bodies and heads were drawn, or were they cardboard? And the eyes, hands, feet, mouths, noses, and ears were all pictures of actual peoples eyes, hands, feet, mouths, noses, and ears, pasted onto the cardboard (or were they placed on the drawings?), the backgrounds were magazine clippings, and when their real life mouths moved they replaced the pictures of mouths so it looked like they chewing with their teeth showing, except when they shouted and singed in which it was an actual open mouth.
The plot seemed to be about a big dance club that forced people into line to get in, and the people that were deemed good enough to get in, were forced to go in and never let out.
And the backgrounds were often destroyed by the characters, with holes that led to what looked like HTML programming, and seemed to open portals to other dimensions, as cows and American football players would run out of them.
We decided it had been late enough and we were tired of infomercials and foreign television, so we went upstairs to eat, we had breakfast (I had cereal), and Sam’s mother commented she was surprised we didn’t finish the leftover cake from the Irish dance thing, and this is true, as soon as she said cake Jacob burst out from the room he was sleeping in and shouted “What? Cake?” and he picked up a slice of cake and ate it.
It turned out we were going to get to the convention at 12:30pm and weren’t informed of that, and didn’t need to get up at 5:00am.
We went downstairs and played games and the such until finally it was time to leave.
On the ride to Boston (Which was 2 hours long!) we passed the time by playing a ridiculous game where you say something (Like Grass) and the next person beats, stops, or prevents it (Like fire), you can’t do something already done, and it doesn’t need to make sense as long as how it stops it does.
You’re out if you do something that doesn’t work, like try and stop Grass with giant octopuses with a cupcake on its head.
We started at grass and Cyrus won when he beat a shortage of veins with a giant G to turn it into a shortage of Grains, and I couldn’t think of how I could stop that with all the stuff done, so he won just before we arrived at the parking lot.
We walked through cold Boston and Jaywalked a lot because the stoplights took way to long to change to the walk signal.
When we arrived we waited in a rather short line to pay the $10 entrance fee, and when we entered I was immediately bored.
I’m not really a fan of comics, but I’ve been to Anime Boston, New England’s largest anime convention, and my brother would go with me, and he had fun even though he wasn’t an anime fan, so I assumed that I could enjoy a comic convention without being a comic fan.
Well, this was a different kind of convention, rather then have events, panels, press events, and the such, it was a marketplace, all it was, was people selling comic books.
I walked around trying to familiarize myself with the layout of the place and maybe find something interesting, well the first walk around everything was the same as everything else in the place as far as I could see.
And I was confused by their definitions of “Long book”, See, the comics I would read usually are Manga, Japanese comics, and they’re usually sold like small thick books.
Sold by the volume, you can’t really enjoy volume 8 without first reading volumes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.
With comics they seem to be sold by the issue, with no continuity between them, the first issue is worth $300 (which is like $28 a page!) and newer ones are sold at 50 cents, (which is like less then half a cent a page).
Well, I quickly figured out that comics with continuity that are sold in volumes are called “Graphic novels” and that Manga is sold in “Graphic novel form”, well that clears things up.
As I wandered around I found a box containing some Manga, but every series I hadn’t heard of didn’t have the first volume in stock, and if I did either I already read it, they didn’t of the volume I wanted to read, or it just didn’t interest me.
I somehow ended up in the independent comics section, self-published comics written and drawn by aspiring writers and artists, plots you’d never see in a comic book, they’re so original!
Most of them were sold in anthologies, because none of them could afford to publish the comics by themselves, so they’d pitch together to release them all together.
Tables were shared it seemed, and the prices ranged from low to high (if that’s saying much)
The artists and writers themselves were selling the comics so unless they were eating lunch of something if you bought something you were getting it autographed.
Looking at the tables, these looked like great stuff, I bought 2 graphic novels from a series that actually managed to get published, both were signed, 3 issues of some sort of self-published anthological horror type comic (Kind of like tales of the crypt but by independent comic writers and artists), and a huge 30 or more author anthology of various comics called “Secrets and lies” which had so much variety it was amazing.
When I bought something the people selling them seemed surprised and happy, I guess if you don’t have a publisher then getting somebody to buy your books is hard.
In fact, they had spent all their money on getting the table at the convention and publishing their books that they didn’t have any bags for me to carry the stuff I bought in.
After walking around some more carrying my books under my arm, I passed by some people that looked like people I knew except if they never showered or changed clothes for 50 years and were dying, it was kind of odd.
After finally finding everybody else I quickly lost them again because they weren’t done yet.
So I walked around some more, until I noticed that by the staircase that was the entrance were people reading, of course, I could wait for everybody while I read my new books. I finished one of them and began looking for everybody else again as I was hungry for lunch and though I should suggest to them that we go eat soon.
I found Sam’s Dad who told me that they had all been looking for me but hadn’t thought to look at the staircase, when they got back to say “We can’t find him anywhere” only to see me standing right there, we left the convention to look for somewhere to eat.
After circling the block 5 times we decided weren’t gonna find a cheap place to eat, so we got back in the car and Sam’s dad said he knew of a good place to eat in Newton.
It was called Cabot’s and it was an ice cream/Burger place.
I ate grilled cheese and everybody else had burgers, for drinks I got a grape soda, and everybody else got root beer, except for Cyrus who got a ginger ale, which while everybody else got their drinks in the bottle with a cup to pour it in, Cyrus’ came in a tall glass with a huge straw in it (Plus he got a freaking refill), it was so carbonated the bubbles lifted the straw up and it almost fell out of it, when we finished eating we ordered ice cream, on the ice cream menu was more ice cream options then there was food options, and I noticed some options that were ridiculous! “70 quarts of ice cream with 10 quarts of toppings, $220” was one of them.
I got the junior mint Sunday, everybody else got frozen Yogurt, except for Cyrus who got “the chocolate homicide” and Sam who got a vanilla malt frappe and because of where we were sitting we got to watch them make them (except the Frappe)
First a young woman got a bowl and put in 3 or 4 scoops of chocolate ice cream with chocolate chunks in it, then she put chocolate sauce on it, and then whipped cream, then chocolate chips, then pretty much anything else in the building that was chocolate.
Then she started making mine, she put mint chip ice cream in a cup like thing, then she put chocolate sauce on it, then marshmallow sauce, then a very bright green sauce greener then any other edible thing I’ve seen, she put both Sundays on small platters.
When she brought them over, mine looked like something out of a Dr. Seuss book! With the marshmallow falling off the cup onto the platter slowly as the green sauce ran through the middle, the chocolate homicide looked like you’d get sick if you ate it all.
The Sunday was delicious, and I didn’t even finish it all, after paying the bill we got back in the car and drove to Berlin to drop off Jacob who had to get home.
I tried to read my new comic books but it was to dark and I would’ve gotten carsick if I did. Instead I watched the road and almost fell asleep because of how boring it was.
Finally we got back and I got a bag from the recycling for my stuff, I knew I was definitely not going again next year.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday the car ride to Sam's house was long because he lives an hour and a half away, we got there, dressed into our costumes, and went Trick or treating, normal Trick-or-treating business, and the very last house we went to was down a VERY VERY VERY VERY LONG Driveway, and when we finally got to the house they weren't home and left a light on for the dog.
On the way back to the street we heard other Trick-or-treaters coming down the long driveway.
So I whispered to my friends "Let's make them think it's a really good house" they nodded and we continued walking, when we got close to them we started "OH WOW! THAT WAS AMAZING! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY HAD ALL THAT CANDY?! TOTALLY WORTH THE WALK!" I shouted, "I know! it was so great" Said Sam, then when we saw them I said "Oh man, keep walking! There's full sized Candy bars!" the look on the kids faces were priceless as they yelled "FULL SIZED CANDY BARS?!" As they ran towards the house.
And as they ran towards the house we began to run back to Sam's house less we get pummeled to death for tricking those kids.
When we got back we ate candy, ate pizza, played Castle Crashers, Played Pictonary, went to bed.
The next day we woke up, and after eating, we played some games, then we started a game of cranium, which wasn't finished because we had to go help Sam's parents set up for his mom's Irish dance thing.
Which was fun.
Then we got back, jumped on the trampoline before going back to work, I helped with the concession while the others took tickets.
Then we left.
Then it was Sunday, I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
Friday, October 31, 2008
weekend because we're going to Boston Comicon that Sunday.
So I won't be on, updating or anything, until Monday, but when I get back I'll blog about how it was.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I wrote this for creative writing last week.
“I need to come up with an idea, but what?” He though, rapidly typing “I need an idea” hoping maybe by some magic event that he’ll be struck by inspiration, “Why can’t I think of anything?” he shouted as he smacked his head against the table, and that’s when it hit him, not just the table but a realization, “Of course! It’s writers block!”
Yes, he realized he had writers block, and that the only way to get past it, would be to DEFEAT IT.
“But how? I don’t see the writers block in this room, so where is it?” he muttered to himself not realizing there were others in the room, and then a person he had never met before came up to him and said “Trying to defeat writers block? The only way to defeat it is to find it, and where else would it be but its fortress!” of course! Where else WOULD it be? And thus he headed towards the writers block’s fortress! I mean, why didn’t he think of it before? Everybody’s where writer’s block fortress is, 300 Millwood St! It’s right by the school! So he headed there right away.
After a short walk he arrived, armed with his pen and sword he walked up the door and rang the doorbell.
As he waited fro a reply he looked at the fortress, a Victorian style house, with modern fences and hedges, a “fortress sweet fortress” doormat on the ground.
“Who is it?” said a voice that sounded like a woman in her 80’s, “Is this the writers block fortress?” said the boy, “Why yes it is the writer block residence” said the voice, and the door opened to reveal a solid white room with a solid white block in the middle, “It looked like there would be more inside from the looks of the outside” thought the boy.
As he stepped inside the room fire lit up around the walls, and a maniacal laughter filled the room, and this wasn’t the old lady either, in fact, the boy wondered why the voice at the door sounded like an old lady when there was nobody there when the door opened, who opened the door anyways?
If the lady did exist he wondered what her life must have been like, answering the door for a block that prevents inspiration from reaching artists and writers, something that stands against all creativity, and he noticed the idea itself of a big scary fortress having an old lady answer the door as if you were visiting your grandmother at her house in the suburbs isn’t a very creative idea in the first place, so it must’ve been a manifestation of the writers blocks existence, and he noticed that he was in fact being distracted from what he was doing by overanalyzing the old lady, he shrugged it off and ran towards the block, as the laughter grew louder spikes grew from the floor and arrows shot from the walls, the boy cut down the spikes and dodged the arrows, he made 1 big slash at the blocks vital points! “Wait a minute, where exactly are the vital points on a block?”
He then remembered that he had a pen on him, and he then knew what he head to do.
After dodging another arrow he jumped at the block and began franticly writing a 60 page novel on the block, about a 13th century warrior who finds and kills the last unicorn only to find that the blood does not in fact cause immortality, and realizing he had just rendered a magnificent species extinct.
The maniacal laughing turned to screams of agony as each word written carved scars into the dying writers block, the block began to crack and with the last words of the novel “The end” the block crumble to pieces and from where it was standing a spring of inspiration sprung forth, beautiful colors and wonderful ideas flew forth and caused the fortress on 300 Millwood St to implode, the boy barley escaped as the fortress collapsed upon itself(as that is what implosion is) the boy watched in amazement, for when the building finished imploding, all that was left was 60 sheets of paper, it was the novel he had written to defeat the writers block, he picked up the paper and walked back to school, stapled it together, and finally he was finished with his project.
One fine evening as the sun rose, a man and his wife were dreany.
“What a fine afternoon it fills me with gloom if only I were dreaming”
Twas the words that he said as he pummeled his head and wondered when he would grow weary.
“Shall we go soon? Dear I do believe the day is not done” said the wife as she looked in her oven which cooked the day but just not enough.
“Just a minute I’ve got just a pinute of ginute to shinute amongst us”
Said the man as he rode on his spoon riding all the way to the tree.
“I heard that” Shouted the deaf man “And you won’t be leaving until you sit down for some tea!”
The tea was splanderfoul and the bread was Magnafikent for the sleaze of the bull was too ripe.
When the tea was all done and there was plenty to drink the man and his wife were on their merry way, for Jerry and Jim, both saw her and him, and wondered why they were still blind.
As they walked by them the day was quite griam and you couldn’t even see the air.
For the man who was there in charge of the air was killing time by fixing his watch.
“What’s with that man, this day is so grand, he should be out here enjoying the grotch”
“Well, I guess this is good morning to you, the sun is quite low and I need to get home to wake up” were the words of the man as he walked to his house in the air.
“My husbands so grand so let us be bland, tomorrows when we had divorced”
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
So, Here's a good question, would you rather take the time to verify that the above statement is true, and possibly appear to be a fool, or would you now go though the trouble and just assume that the statement is correct and believe it.
I love tricky questions like these!
I'll probably post others here sometimes.
This is try #2! where I'll post when I feel like blogging and I guess I'll put the blog link on my facebook or whatever.
Anyways! I guess I should introduce myself if this is my first blog post.
I'm Jesse on the internet I like to go by the name of Jeshi and I go to Sudbury Valley school, normally you DON'T say something like what school you go to online but its a big part of why my life may or may not be interesting, see.
Sudbury Valley is an alternative school, there are no mandat0ory classes or curriculum, or classrooms, or teachers, the entire school is run by the School meeting members, which is the the Staff and the students, all the rules and the such are decided at a School meeting, if you break a rule a then a student can bring you up(report) to the Judicial committee which is a bunch of students chosen from each age group every month(except the clerks which are elected every 2 months), there is no age separation, everybody from age 4-18 goes to the school with no separation, you can hang out with whoever you want.
Because there are no mandatory classes or curriculum or teachers, you are free to do whatever you want with your day, you can go the Art room and practice drawing or work on a craft project you have, Or you can read one of the MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY books around the school(Almost every wall is a freaking bookshelf XD) theres a computer room for computer related activity's, and theres a type writer in one of the rooms too.
You can go outside the building and play sports or something, or you can practice music up int eh barn in one of the Music rooms, or you can play video games! theres a place for that too!
Or you can go outside the CAMPUS and take a walk in Callahan state park or walk with your friends to Nobscot and get some Pizza or something(although its 45-minute walk each way :P)
You can play pool, Watch TV, or lift weights or something in the basement.
some students start up their own concessions and get marketing experience!
Or you can just lie around doing nothing all day.
Your free to do whatever you want as long as it doesn't violate a rule.
You can get to school anytime between 8:30am to 11:00am, and leave any time at least 5 hours later(as late as 5:00pm).
in order to keep track of attendance theres a check-in check-out list, check in when you get here, check out when you leave, if you get here after 11:00am you get a red dot meaning your late, and need to tell the attendance clerk(which is another student) when your leaving and if its 5 hours later then you get permission to give yourself a blue dot meaning it doesn't matter you were late.
If you get a red dot but no blue dot then it's assumed you didn't get enough time at school, to much of this and you get put on attendance notification, meaning your on a thinner rope, don't improve attendance and your off the rolls! too bad!
If you forget to check in or out you get a green line, resulting in you having to pay a $1 fine, it raises if you don't it though, I know a student who never checked in and never payed his fines, he ended up with a $40 attendance fine!
If you don't show up or call in sick you get an A in your check-in Check-box for that day, meaning absent, If your absent to much without good reason then the same as too many red dots applies.
Theres no dress code and you can bring any item you want with you, however if you come to school wearing a bikini or bring some REALLY inappropriate you'll most likely get brought up and charged with community norms(Any act which is looked upon as inappropriate or unusual by the community at large)
It's run on a democratic government, and if you want to learn ANYTHING you can probably ask a staff and they'll either help you learn it or tell you what you can do to learn it yourself.
I'm probably forgetting something, but I think thats enough.
http://www.sudval.org is the website if you want to learn more.
Anyways, this blog is about my life or whatever else I feel like blogging about, not my school.
So! yeah, this is my blog :D.