First Week o' School!

I cannot believe that I've neglected you guys for an entire week without regaling you on the details of my first week of school-school! So, yup, first time I've been to a 5-day-a-week school, first time I've been to a Catholic school, first time I've worn an actual uniform-uniform.

My previous school was a charter school that I only actually went to twice a week, and the rest of the week I had work at home to do. They had uniforms, but they were super lax about them. Sure, the rules stated that you couldn't wear big dangly earrings or makeup or anything like that, but nobody bothered with that. We just wore the colorful polos with the name of the school on, and we were good. At this school we have to wear white polos and plaid skirts, the boys can't have hair touching their collars, and you have to be able to see your socks over the tops of your shoes. This quizzicals me. (BOOM! I just made quizzical a verb!)

Also, 5-days-a-week.

So. Not. Used. To. This. It seems like every afternoon I think, "No biggie, I'll just work on this tomorrow—oh, no I won't." I guess part of the problem is that I have a specific schedule I'm following every weekday until the end of August (and hence the end of Camp NaNo!), and, due to my parents ignoring my schedule almost entirely, it's all mucked up. Still, I'M NOT QUITTING NANO.

It makes me happy. I love it. It's a great experience. So, no, I will not be easing up on my writi-magating any time soon. At least, not in the next five days. Which is a helluva long time if you're not used to, like, leaving the house on a regular basis.

ANYWAY, school. It's pretty great. If I had to rate all of my teachers, then my music teacher, my science/religion teacher and my homeroom/language arts teacher would be my top three. Also, teachers love me for some reason. It's not like I do anything besides sit in the back of the room and be quiet. But I suppose I'm a lot easier to deal with than, say…everyone else in the class. Heh.

Ooh, friends. That always has to get mentioned in a big rant about school. In most of my classes, I sit next to Caroline, who is like a slightly less nonsensical Vanessa in some respects. (Yes, I am identifying almost everyone from this school with people from my old school. Come on, Ariel and Bailey would be best buds if I could ever get them to meet! Sadly, I'm missing several people on which to *ahem* force identification upon. There's no Noah at this school, or Skittles. No one can replace my Skittles.)

Today we got to meet our kindergarten buddies for the first time. Mine is named Will, and he's the cutest little thing ever. *squee* We talked about Playmobile and San Francisco and Chicago and Lego and otters and cupcakes and the color green and how I double-knotted his shoelaces for him and Phineas and Ferb. In that order.

Well, this has been a long, rant-y post about school and stuff. I love my new school, but I still miss my old one from the bottom of my heart. I wish I could see all my old friends—and Mrs. Landers—again.

My Best Idea EVAR

For quite a while now, I've had this piece of brain crack floating around: I should make a video blog about (spoilers for the thing that doesn't exist yet!) two clones who live in parallel universes. One universe is fairly normal, except that most of the world is owned by a corporation whose name I will think up eventually. The other universe is kind of a post-zombocalypse world, except instead of zombies there are genetically altered creatures that have destroyed mankind and—Surprise!—the company from the parallel universe developed them! Gasp!

The post-apocalyptic-world clone's story arc is about her trying to figure out exactly what the creatures are and why they were developed, while the fairly-normal-world clone is trying to figure out why she remembers things that never happened. Subplots emerge. Stuff blows up. Nerf guns painted gray will most likely be involved. Story arcs…arc.

A question for the readers: Do you think I could do it?

Ireland, pt 7: The Festival? The Festival!

Not going to start singing that song from Into The Woods…not gonna, not gonna…

Now, where did we leave off? Oh, right.  So, the morning after the first day Tall Ships Festival, I woke up late (for once) and had eggs and yogurt for breakfast. Never woulda guessed I like yogurt, would you? The August session of Camp NaNoWriMo had just started—yes, NaNoWriMo takes up most of my life—so I got some writing done before we drove to a fort. I didn't take any notes on this, and I don't remember much about it. I'm finally seeing a downside to procrastination.

Later, we drove to a lighthouse (couldn't go up in it), and then climbed around some tide pools for a while. Or something. I'm purely working off the notes I took and my faulty little memories. One thing I do remember pretty clearly is one of the most hilarious-in-retrospect thing that happened on that vacation.

I was selling CDs for the band with Dean, and we had only sold one CD when a trio of 11-year-old boys came by and hassled us for a while. It was kind of hilarious. While it was happening I was just sitting there like, "S r s l y w h a t i s t h i s ?" but, come on, how many other people can say they've been mildly hassled by a trio of 11-year-old Irish boys while selling CDs? Very few, I'm sure.

Well, now I have to go "do" some "writing." Totally not sitting here, staring at a blank screen.


Watch out next time for a Very Special Post about the really freakin' weird dream I had. Or probably not. Most likely not.

You know, you never finished this. There's still days left that haven't been blogged about. Idiot.

Dream Wars, Episode V: The Cybermen Strike Back

Things I remember from the dream I had last night (that is what NFM was originally supposed to be about, after all):

• It involved, for some unexplained reason, me going to stay with some of my favorite internet personalities at this very important, very schmancy hotel, although they were living in the not-schmancy basement.
• Me knowing that Cybermen were hiding behind random things, waiting to attack the schmancy hotel, even though I never actually saw them. I guess I'm just Genre Savvy like that.
• My friend's mom coming to pick me up, claiming that I couldn't stay here with the very nice internet people. Very sad. 
• Somebody hacking my NaNoWriMo account and posting random gibberish and dinosaur GIFs. They didn't even post new posts, they just efited my old ones. I eventually got my account back under my control, with the help of one of the internet personalities. She was very nice about it, even though I woke her up in the middle of the night, babbling about Purple Elephants and dinosaur GIFs.
• Me and my parents driving around a frozen late, even though it wasn't winter. Not even for any particular reason, just because we wanted to. It was awesome. 

I remember next to nothing about how these scenes are supposed to fit together, but they're relatively amusing just on their own.

Ireland, pt 6: The Next Day

Good news, everyone! I've invented a time machine that— No, wait, sorry. That's something else. The actual good news is that I found my Ireland notebook!

To summarize what happened in parts #1 through #5, I spent a couple of days at my friend's house before driving to the airport, where we waited for a while until it was time to get on the plane. Sadly, the plane didn't involve humorous humorous rapid-fire comedy and Robert Hays. I did, however, watch Meet the Robinsons and pretended to crush buildings with my fingers.

On my second day in Ireland, we drove around for a while and went to a mall. Then we went to the butter museum and then walked around for an eternity. It took ages to get out of the parking garage with our enormous van. Oh, and on the way back we stopped by a roadside tower ruin that had been owned by Sir Raleigh. Got home. Slept.

On the fourth day, we went to the Tall Ships festival and such. However, I SOMEHOW managed to skip day three, so I'll devote the rest of this post to that.

On the third day I woke up at the crack of dawn an spent a lot of time running around barefoot and eating yogurt, although not entirely at the same time. After everyone else woke up, a few of us decided to go on a tour of cool little shops that have their own tour, with a map and everything. There was a cheese shop behind which there were ducks, goats, and pigs. I don't know where the pictures of said animals went, so here are some pictures from the internet.

That's totally what happened.

D'aww!

Perfect!

After that, we visited the Kells Priory, which has no relation to the Book of Kells. (Look out for mention of that later!) I skulked around, acting gothy. What can I say, I like creepy, old stuff! After that, I bought a mini-tube of Pringles at a small store, visited a pottery with a dog names Faust, and had hot chocolate and pancakes at a cafe in town for lunch. We walked around the mall—a different mall, this time—before heading home. 

And that's it, pretty much. I've declared the Priory to be the Dunnottar Castle of my Ireland trip, although that only makes sense if you've heard me go on a love-rant about the aforementioned castle. 

I'm Writing Poetry. Be Afraid.

Behind the scenes

I shine the rings

Meanwhile, try to coalesce

Behold this charming poet…ess?

Or something.

I'm not good at writing poetry that makes sense. Anyway, here's some stuff I wrote today. The only artificial stimulants used were my magnet board and some orange juice, seriously.

Precious Goddess on Attention

From inside our stagnant treasure

Or launching purple mammal weather

Shimmer phoenix sister most

Bright like dwells we ion boast

Narrow collapse, no powder minor 

Limbo'd shadows summit timer

Fountain vistas swoop above

Telecoped winter union love

Reflect lone ring with spacious pleasure

Power sparkle if heaven's measure

Test for space, delirious coast

Severe celestial window 

›–‹

I Truly Adore a Loving Cheese Rescue

Happy hard abyss on curve

Dappled whisper, cargo hold

Dark as snow, ripped asunder

Said the soul with pirate plunder

Swim red rain

Back again

Stagger 

Mystery

Glimmer 

Symphony

Crash my gaze

Picture it

Temple ringing scorpion pit

›—‹

"Like a Throbbing Pony Party"

Hero's lair in star above

Laughing cat stalks turtledove

Early heart with scratch inside

Serpent's summer holds the signs

As Death's balmy spaceship watches

Cross-create by mirror Rose

Radiating golden stealthy toes

Venom's ache in heart of Root

Magic spark makes fountain moot

Winter over vision drop

Dream of sun rights enemy

Shadow one awakes to me

Soaring's orangy sweet tomorrow

Wish again, fire brings sorrow

›—‹

And there you have it. Three poems by me. 

[WARNING: Any attempt to discern deeper meaning in Omnia's poetry may result in inanity, need for therapy, internal bleeding, and/or a slow, painful death. Omnia's poetry should not be taken internally. If accidentally swallowed, call your local fire department immediately. Apply directly to the forehead.]

A Brief Dissertation on the Subject of My Unfinished Article and the Feline Form

At the moment, I'm working on a sort of longish post entitled 3 is a Magic Number. Whether or not it's worth is entirely up to the reader, but I'm just poking my head in for a moment to say that I'm working on something else really big right now, which you will be able to see sometime in the near future—probably.

As an excuse for content, here's a picture of my darling cat, Sally.

Also, part of my head and shirt.

Another Dream

Last night, I had a pretty cool but very demented dream. All right, it was this morning during my 10 AM catnap.

Anyway, I went to this restaurant with a group of people. The only ones I can remember were my dad and this kid in a pastel blue-and-yellow striped shirt, like he just stepped out of a Dr. Suess book. Maybe my mom was there too. I can't remember.

From the outside, the building just looked like a normal, one-floor turquoise house, without a sign for the restaurant or anything.

Just after we were seated, I got up to take a look around, because apparently there was a whole mall-type place in that one little building. After wandering about for an unknown amount of time and going up and down so many staircases trying to find my way back to the group, I walked out onto a balcony above a store that looked suspiciously like the Guinness Brewery gift shop, except it sold everything you could ever need. Creepy, right?

I asked a clerk how to get back to the restaurant, but even after following her directions I still hadn't found my way back to the restaurant, but then my dad and Dr. Suess guy appeared, looking for me. They led tried to help me get back to the restaurant, but then we came upon a Haunted Mansion hallway that we had to run through, although it was strangely empty.

But then a giant freaking powder blue train came out of nowhere—veeeeery slowly—and for some reason the little boy had to…drive the train, I guess? I don't know what happened. Then I got a magical artifact that I have no recollection of whatsoever, and then I woke up.

No, no, I didn't really wake up. I wasn't even in my bedroom. And now a fairy was there, too.

I don't remember exactly what happened next, but then Daddy Dearest and the little boy showed up again, and apparently the fact that the train had been moving slowly was important. And soon after that, I woke up.

That's it. It was pretty cool, if pointless.