The Drama of a High School Talent Show (The Video of Darkness/Chibi Gaming).

     Hello, all.  G-star here, blogging from my dad's iPad.  Have I ever mentioned how annoying digital keyboards are to use?  Anyway, my brother is currently working on a book report on the computer, so I had to resort to this since I'm already a day late posting.  Yay.  In a way, though, I'm glad I forgot yesterday, because a few interesting things have happened since Wednesday, which is more than I can say for the rest of the week.
     Firstly, an update on both that comic I've been "working" on and MC's and my telovelic.  Yeah...that comic...I finally settled on a name, and am currently at work on a sort of teaser picture, but I haven't added a single line to the actual comic for several weeks.  This is because, at the same time, I've been expending all my effort to finish the profile pictures for the telovelic.  I'm honestly not sure why we can't start without the profiles, but it seems to be an unsaid agreement between us.  In any case, I've finished two and a half, with a long way to go.  There's one character whom I really don't understand why she needs a profile.  I mean, she's not even an important character and possesses no defining personality or physical attributes... *shrug*  Just a pain.
     I had a test in my Mechanics class yesterday.  Everyone asks why it's called Mechanics.  Well, it's a science class dealing with states of matter, atoms, and everything else related to the all-essential building blocks of life that don't count as physics and don't involve combining acids to make things explode.  Mechanics.  Who knew.
     Anyway, it's my favorite class so far, and the teacher declared the day before he test that the person (which ended up being several "persons") with the highest score would earn a donut.  Now, you all know about my affinity for sweets (or do you?  Well, you do now), and this was the perfect motivation.  After some...extremely unintense studying and a five-second Bing, I ended up with two wrong answers and one delicious chocolate donut bar.  If she does this more often, I'll ace this class.  In fact, all my teachers should use candy and pastries as rewards for doing well on tests!  I would nominate the school for the Public School of the Year Award, even if it doesn't exist.  It also helped that I actually listened in class, unlike a lot of the boys in my period.  My main classes are so much different than IHS, and now I know just what my parents meant by "the people in this group WANT to be there."
     I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I signed up for the school talent show.  It has a prize and everything, yet only 18 people signed up, for some reason.  Originally, Patveli and I were going to do a team effort but it ended up not working out, so a day before I had to turn in the sign-up sheet I was forced to pick a song in a rush.  Luckily, there was one song that I had originally planned to do on piano and voice, so I just stuck with it.  Practice has had its hardships, including changing keys with only a day remaining to work on it and my voice cracking on the chorus.  But it was well worth it, as today I did my tech rehearsal and caused both the drama club and the choir to call dibs on me.  I have to admit, that was a little odd, but I'm actually considering joining drama club next year.  Anyway, another friend from my IHS group, Greann, is doing stand-up comedy.  He's really funny, and I'm looking forward to hearing his full routine at the show, which, oh joy, is in a week.  I desperately need to practice more.
     I do get a break, though, because over the three-day weekend the HDS (the acronym for the private club I'm a member of) will be filming another video, but just for fun and not as an assignment.  Though I don't see how it's going to be very fun to tape, since it ended up being about depression and, eventually, suicide.  Butterflies and kittens, everybody.  Before I left the Skype call dedicated to deciding the plot, it was just going to be a slightly creepy silent film.  This is what happens when you leave MC and Patveli alone with a world of death and doom to fashion into a movie.  We'll see how this turns out.
     One more thing before my fingers fall off.  My little brother has a Nintendo 3DS and both Pokemon X and Pokemon Y.  So we came to an agreement that I can play on the DS, mainly on Pokemon X, but only when he's not home.  Of course, I don't see why I can't play other times as well, especially since he plays basically 24/7, and I'm sure that amount of electronic exposure isn't good for him.  Either way, he was at a Bible study deal last night, so I got to play, and one thing in particular caught my eye: a Naruto Shippiden (chibi version or something similar) demo he had downloaded.  See, ever since I bought an old Naruto fighting Wii game at a used video game booth at the mall, he's become obsessed, but as I mentioned before, younger boys probably shouldn't read it, mostly the first couple of volumes.  I've tried to quell his efforts by telling him it's teen-rated, so he should wait until he's 13 to read it, but he keeps bugging me... *sigh* Woah, that got off-topic fast.  Anyway, the game is so....stinking....CUTE!!!!!  My favorite thing is that I can be Rock Lee, my favorite character.  Too bad it's only a demo....  I've also had plenty of other escapades on Pokemon X, including some extremely aggravating ones, and I'm thinking of starting a YouTube channel for those.  Please watch them!

     Agh, my hands are EXHAUSTED.  I need my own laptop, if only to blog from.  Sorry this post was a day late, and look forward to the next one, hopefully with our depressing video attached.  I just visited the library, so now I have a crudload of new manga to read.  This'll be fun.  Until next week (or whenever, at this point), this is G-star, signing off.

Mini-Ramble: Chapter 1 (Another Kooky Dream/It Was Mine First!)

     Hello, all.  G-star here.  I had another strange dream a couple nights ago; some parts of it were clear as real life, but others I hardly remember, so I'll just say what I can.  From what I gathered, it was about a camp for young superpowered individuals.  I'm really not sure what my power was, but I distinctly remember flying at one point.  I was also wearing my fluffy pink Cheshire Cat hat during most of the dream.  Anyway, the whole place was sort of...well, you know those play structures at McDonalds or Papa's Pizza?  It was kinda like one of those.  The first part of the dream was spent fighting random supervillains.  That part wasn't very clear, but I do recall fighting a guy who kind of looked like a Haunter and another guy who seemed to be wearing a diving suit.  One of the old ones with the big helmet.  (If my writing seems a bit monotone, which even I'm catching, that's because I don't normally post this early in the morning without sugar in my system.  Yes, 11:30 is early for me.)  I saw one of my friends from youth group (a lot of them were there, actually) but for some reason I couldn't remember his name, so I just blushed and turned away.  Next thing I knew I was asleep, and having the oddest dream -- within a dream.  (First time I've had one of those.)  I was some sort of sheep, and I was trying to escape from my captors.  I found two tunnels, one leading down and one leading up, and I got this weird idea in my head of "hey!  I can get away if I go into the one they don't want to follow me into!"  So I went down, and, after falling off a dilapidated minecart track thing into lava, was suddenly transported into this white room with two...erm...I think they were elves.  Anyway, they told me that the choices I had made in my dream-within-a-dream showed whether I was going to Heaven or Hell, and that I was going to Heaven.  That in itself was weird, but then I jolted awake into my other dream (the one with the superheroes), still wearing my cat hat, and suddenly this guy on the bunk above mine was grabbing my head.  Some sort of authority said that we were paired for a project, and that he was being protective, so I tried to smile in gratefulness but in all honesty was just freaking out.  Soon enough we were trying to make tea outside someone's garage from a book of magic.  My "partner" was a taller boy with close-cropped brown hair and wearing a unitard printed with scales.  In a way, he looked like a boy I used to know, and he was, I have to admit, kind of cute.  In any case, the front door of the house belonging to the garage we were next to opened and a boy with horns and dragon wings was pushed out by a teacher, protesting that he didn't know he was a drake, it just happened.  (I find it odd that every relatively clear dream I've had lately involves someone being part-dragon.)  Then these red, smoldering lines traced over the garage door, which bulged out, then went back to normal, glittering.  The snake-scale boy looked at it at awe and said "that was beautiful," to which I responded, for some odd reason, "magic".  Then I woke up.  Odd, isn't it?

     And that was my dream.  Yes, I actually have something relevant to talk about as well.  Yesterday I heard a song called "Chocolate" on the radio (you might've heard it; if not, you should) and it annoyed me beyond belief.  You see, I had found that song for free on iTunes a few months ago and downloaded it, and it was my favorite song for a while.  But then it showed up on the radio and now it's a million other peoples' favorite song!  I need to add to my list of things that bug me "people stealing my favorite songs".  It makes the fact that it's also my favorite song cliche, since a ton of other people like it as well, simply because it's played a lot on the radio.  This happened with another song I found as well, "Wings" by Little Mix, except in a slightly different way.  I was watching TV with my mom (that seems to be the only time I ever watch TV) when this trailer for a blechy-looking R-rated movie came on, and in the background they were playing, of all things, "Wings".  Now whenever I sing that song people will say "oh, that's the song from that movie trailer!"  NO!  I HAD IT FIRST!  MC had this problem too, once.  She found a song called "Pompeii" by Bastille for free on iTunes once (she checks it regularly) and she showed me.  We both loved it, and I think it was MC's favorite song for a good while.  Then, about two months ago, I heard it on the radio and immediately told MC.  I think she was okay with it, but I was ticked.  Yes, I should add that to my "things that bug me" list.  "When I find an obscure song/band that I love, and it's mine, and it's special, AND THEN THEY PLAY IT ON THE RADIO."

     Sorry, I've been rambling on for paragraphs, and you've been waiting to read my story; that is the title of this post, after all.  Here you are.  Enjoy, and I'll see you Wednesday.  For now, G-star out.

Chapter 1 -- Sensei

On the other hand, Brenton, a tall, equally muscular guy whose brown hair could only realistically exist in an anime (Zane thought he used too much gel), looked perpetually angry, and didn’t even bother to shake Zane’s hand.  “Brenton Gilmore,” he mumbled, and walked over to a sandbag, nearly blowing it apart with his first angry blow.  

DON'T TOUCH THE WAAAAAAAALL ("Fitz-Simmons" Liars, Perhaps).

     Hello, all.  G-star here, slightly annoyed (as I have been for quite a while now) at the fact that Blogger doesn't seem to acknowledge that tab = paragraph indent key, along with several other websites.  Nnn.  Blatant disrespect for obvious writing rules like that one on the internet just bug me.  Just like people putting an apostrophe in a possessive "its" on, of all things, a writing website!!!  Not only that, but incorrect uses of "to" and "too".  Gosh, if you're going to write, do it right... (pun not intended.)

     Anyway, after ranting about laws of writing, let's get to the actual subject of this post, which, to be honest, isn't really anything in particular.  The one thing I've been wanting to talk about is something I watched with my parents a few days ago; I walked into the room and they were playing some sort of action movie, so I sat down, interested.  Within five minutes (of movie, not counting commercials) of me getting there, three people died in violent, horrible, extremely morbid deaths.  You know those horror movies where you can see the murderer around the corner, but the character can't, and you're shouting like a madman at the TV, "DON'T GO IN THERE!!!  HE'S RIGHT TH...NOOOOO!!!"  (I probably shouldn't have talked about horror films, now I'm afraid there's a guy with a knife behind me. -_-)  Well, this was the same thing.  The characters were in this office building that kept being struck by lightning while at the same time being chased by this really bad CGI ball of pink electricity, and the buff, handsome, evidently genius main action guy was telling everyone not to touch the walls or railing of the staircase, because if they did, they'd be electrocuted, but it was really tight, and this one lady kept sort of stumbling toward the wall, so you just knew something bad was going to happen, and I was yelling "Stupid!  Stop tripping!  BE CAREFUL MORON!!!"  (Dag, that was a REALLY long sentence.)  ...Then the lady fell down the stairs, got electrocuted, and when another guy, noticing she was still breathing, tried to help her, he died too.  It was HORRID.  At that point my parents gave up on it and when they went to the guide to turn something else on, I noticed the name of the movie was "Ice Twister", and the description said that it was about some scientist guy who somehow puts shards of ice into a tornado.  That had absolutely NOTHING  to do with the movie.  I don't know why they even try.  Oh, remember how I mentioned the "really bad CGI ball of pink electricity"?  Well, I wasn't kidding.  It was pathetic how bad the special effects were.  The ball wobbled around with the camera instead of with the background, so the fact that it was edited in was plain for all to see, not that anyone would want to.
     Speaking of horror, I was watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. again last night.  This one was akin to a scary movie, as it was about a girl the team was keeping in the plane who was being haunted.  This guy with a monkey wrench kept appearing and disappearing before and after beating people up and/or locking them in closets.  He took out the power, but the lights kept flickering, and when the lights would be on you'd see him in a doorway, then they'd flicker and he'd be gone.  It was almost like Slenderman the way he disappeared.
     This doesn't have to do with the ghost guy, but it does have to do with the show.  I believe on one of my "culture updates" (they're beginning to have less to do with manga and more to do with stories in general, so I'm going to call them that instead) I talked about how much I love the fact that Fitz and Simmons seem more like siblings than coworkers.  Well, recently I've noticed a lot of the other characters referring to them as "Fitz-Simmons" like they're one person, and I think that's funny.  That's just me, though, and just because they're my favorite characters. ._.
     I just went web-surfing and discovered that someone made a fan video of the amazing tech duo's origins, appropriately named "Fitz-Simmons".  Apparently they had the idea in May, which I don't understand since the series started this fall.  (What...?)  Anyway, they said they were going to have it out by early summer (again, don't understand the timing) but I did a little searching (when I say a little, I mean five minute's worth) and I couldn't find the video itself anywhere, even though they had a Kickstarter for it and everything.  (*nose randomly explodes*  Guh...sorry, someone must be talking about me.)  Needless to say, it's a little concerning, not to mention disappointing.  (Speaking of noses, mine has been hurting on one side [on the outside] whenever I touch or accidentally press on it.  There's a sort of lump...maybe I was stung by a bee or something, although I think I would've noticed.)  Anyway, I'll see what I can find out about that video, but until Saturday, this is G-star, signing out.

P.S.
Have any of you seen FLCL (Fooly Cooly)?  If so, is it good?  The club I introduced a while back reeeeaaally wants me to watch it.  Apparently they've all seen it several times.  Also, the way this country is going by way of education, I'm a little concerned that most kids my age may not even know what P.S. means.  Put a comment below with the definition if you know, but NO GOOGLING.  Yes, I already know, I just want to know if you do.