Okay, so I realized that the post yesterday, although hilariously typo-filled, was not a true stream of conscious blog, because my conscious was being manipulated through the watching of TV shows and unable to stream unburdened. So now I'm going to do another stream of consciousness blog, while listening to some delicious Vitamin String Quartet music that I just got yesterday (Weee!). Music is more stream of conscious-y than TV shows, so this should work better.
I once did this for a high school English class. I wrote a crime drama interspursed with my musings about whether this actually works while the class listened to some bluey/jazz music (I can't really remember). It was pretty cool, actually, and as it turned out it worked.
Right now, "Welcome to the Jungle" is playing and I just realized I haven't corrected my German homework. It's a good thing I got out of my lab class early, so I actually have time to fool around doing this. This song is making me uneasy. I'm switching it.
So I TOTALLY, so very much love "Iris" by the Googoo Dolls. It's one of the only song's I have rated on my iTunes. I was very happy to find the string quartet version did it justice. This stream of consciouness isn't as fun without my random yells at the TV or without my mind wondering into a crime drama. But this song is too mellow to inspire a crime drama... Nope... nothing's coming to mind.
I am seeing, however, a sail boat sailing down a slightly choppy river. There are storm clouds behind it and the single figure in the sail boat is trying to get somewhere before the storm hits and tares his boat to ribbons. But that's what I usually think about when I listen to this song. Where he is going or coming from changes from listen to listen. Right now there's land ahead of him, which you can only just see through the fog. Green mountains are rising out of the top of the island (it's apparently an island). There's a port town appearing out of the fog. That's good. He'll have some place to dock. But the storms starting to roll in might fast, he better hurry. I don't think he's gonna make it. Especially since the music isn't getting dramatic enough. Nope, storm's starting to rain on him. There are people at the dock that can see him as he struggles to get wind in his sail (it's a windless storm apparently). Oop, song's over, storm swallowed him up.
... I liked that! I'll have to do this again with a different song. See if the little dude can finally get out of the storm. But for now, I must correct my German.
PS The string quartet "How to Save a Life" just came on. This might be more condusive to Sailor-Man actually putting up a fight in his sad little sailboat*Note to self.
So I had an idea for my next post, an idea which I offered to certain individuals who have ears and probably heard me say what I said. So I figured I'd actually do the idea. Said I idea was that Id type for an entire hour and see what comes out. I wouldn't particularly think abut what I'm typing (which I'm not - I'm also not looking at the screen or my hands. Woot! What'll wanna bet there'll be less spellying errors etc. in this post than any other).
So here is my truly first stream of conscious post. i'm watching Roswell. And totally actually paying attention to it. Not that I normally don't pay attention to it. I do. It just seems like it would be hard to pay attention while doing a stream of consciousness blog. But it would seem incorrect! That's the beauty of stream of consciousness. At least, my consciousness.
Elite. That's a fun word. E- leet.
This episode is dramatic. I don't think the FBI is as dramatic as it's depicted on TV. Things rarely are. It's probably really boring. My thoughts are coming up boringly... Paying attention is helping me to not think of things to type. Unless you guys want to read a synopsis (thourgh my eye) of this peisode of Roswell. Any takers? Unless you're standing right behind me (*looks over shoulder*), I won't hear your pleads for the synopsis, so it's too late.
Not telling people that someone's dead?! What's tht all about. PS. This new che scenario in the kitchen in Roswell. I lovez it. I lovez the Maria/Michael dynamic. Screw Liz/Max/Tess.
I haven't really seen Tess yet, but her hair is freaking blonde. Like blode blode. The kind of blond that doesn't really happen.
They just mentioned St. Mary's Hospital. I live near St. Mary's Hospital. (Maryland that is) Don't go there. They miss diagnosed me once. Maybe I'll tell that story one day. It was stupid. They gave me medicine they told me to take to "get better" even though I wasn't sick. Then my doctor told me to not just automatically the drugs doctors give me. I should investigate it first. Weird thing for a Doctor to tell me.
Aww. I ike this new nice sheriff. I think it's because the actor always plays mean dudes. It nice to see him as a nice dude. Yo know how people sometimes sympathize with the villians in movies. I wonder what that says about them psychologically.
Everyone. Everyone's invited except Tom Hank's son. Kiss her fool! What's wrong with you! It's really poison. No it's supposed to soak through your skin and kill you. It's an alien dating-trick. He got her shampoo. I totally was going to say that before it actally happen. I'm cracking up right now. How could he get her shampoo. That is awesome. AWESOME. I think it's a secret alien ritual. He wants to moisterize her hair, thus gaining access to the deepest most intimate parts of her under-scalp, ie her BRAIN.
Michael isn't your brother... or is it?
He's having a baby? I don't think that's what he said. If you let someone it, you'll have someone inside you. So she's having the baby... what has she and Alex being doing?! Ahhh, the blonde hair has returned. I can't really hear her accent. I mean the australian one. I can hear the othe accent. I guess she's trying to fake an american accent. It would have been cooler if she just kept hers.
Oh Emo Alex. Aaaalways allone. And getting all kinds of creeped up on by dark cars with creepy guys instead them. So the car's pregnant? Don't believe him! He;s crazy! Go with the sheriff who wanted to kill your friends two episodes ago! Noticing the cross in the background? Jesus is trying to talk to him. Through the sheriff. Thus the sheriff is the voice of God. And thus the sheriff is Alan Rickman. A=B=C. Transitive property.
Oh they'll pay her. With ALIEN money. Which is blood. HUMAN blood. Or Maria's tears. Poop-head. Dudes, always pick up the checks. Especially when they have their apartment. Apartments for bow-chickabow-wow.
Psychicness, my furry headed friend. Psychicness. You're freaking sister can go into people's minds after all. That was a cool shot. I like the redness. DRAMA! Dude, Tipolski went crazy. All kinds of crazy. I'm out of thoughts. See, even he sees she's crazy. But he robably things a lot people are crazy.
You know, this is going to start becoming really weird once I switch to watching Avatar with Alice. Since Roswell is only 40ish mins long - Why do they always hang out there? To not be over heard. There are less depressing places for them to be not overheard in- without commericals. So this 1 hr blog will last longer than it. Although I'll probably hAVE TO get my power cord my then. Yes, caps lock, inTENtional. I do like how this scene allows for the lake. It's a nice lake. With a nice breezy. Maybe if Roswell were more breezy, people wouldn't be so dramatic all the time. EeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Well, now we know something's gonna happen to him. THANKs MARIA!
Dude, Isabelle and Alex seriously need to hook up. Before Alex dies. He means STEAL her car. AGAIN. Yes an orb. Or. A sex toy. I'd go with the latter. It's Tipolski's sex toy. She's a dirty, dirty guidance counselor. Ow my arms hurt. Actually it's more my elbows. I didn't go to the gym today. It should be my abs that hurt. But my foot hurt earlier, so I didn't go. Typing nonstop kind of makes my finger tips hurt. That's how you guys know I really am consistantly typing. (With short breaks when I can't think of anything - that's a bumpy road. How have they not lost a tire or something?) FEEL MY PAIN! THE PAIN OOZING FROM THE TIPS OF MY WEARY FINGERS! Scenes like these are not friendly to the frequently-motion-sick. IE me. Although I didn't get sick on the subway. He'll never like it! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
It's so cute. She's gonna get killed for her teenage love. Oh not! Boy fighting! It's not as pretty as girl fighting. Stop fighting guys, you're breaking up the group! There will be plenty of beatings once you end up in alien prison. Whether it be the prison humans keep aliens in or the prison aliens keep aliens who don't completely their mission of destroying the planet in.
Did she? DID SHE?! I don't know if I want to believe him. I need my powercord. ALICE! Bring me my cord! Also, show me how to use this blog! Okay, he sounds believeable. My psychicness seems to be on the fritz. I do not yet have my cord and I haven't been educated in the art of blogging. Okay, now I DON'T believe him. That was a creepy line he just said. IT'S NASETO! OR however you spell him name.
Don't let the sheriff touch Tipolski's sex toy. He'll use it on Maria's mommy. Ewwwwz. It's gotta be Naseto. Who else would be driving a creepy car at night. IT IS! I KNEW IT! YOU READ IT HERE FIRST! Like... 10 years after the episode actually aired. I think he killed the dude. Cuz Naseto's a poop-head. More so than Michael. AHHHH! There never was a psychiatrist. My veins in my hand are flicking from typing. Time to break for my hands sake. I love rhymes.
I'm blogging on the floor now. I'm also sitting on the ground. It's kind of hard to type on my laptop. On one's lap. Awesome. It's Avatar time. And his armor. How dare Shannon steal what I was thinking. A prison. Or a gay bar? I think it's the latter. Oka, I don't think my mind is going to wander too much with Avatar. It's too cute. See, my mind wanders way more with drama, like Roswell, than with cute drama, like Avatar. Dude. It would suck if he slipped right there. Since he was hanging my a rope wrapped loosly areound his hand. Not very secure. Not exactly rock repelling. More like rock slipping and falling off-ing. Worst. Extreme. Sport. Ever.
Demented love. Oh demented replacement familar love. I love it. They're the best fake father-son pair ever. Take that, whoever else is in that category. It is great. I know it's a brilliant idea. It would totally be an easy category for them to win. And It's totally possible that other people are in that category. It is important! Why don't people believe the merit of this category.
Who wouldn't want to live in an upside temple. Yes, we KNOW him.
He'd make them tea. you should have listened to him when he tried to teach you tea making and pi-shou. WWAD? Worst. Question. Ever. See, if you listened to Uncle more often you wouldn't be in this mess. Sure it's too loud. Loud like a fox. Air fox. Air benders don't believe in future. Nice dude. Nice. I'm convinced. You should join them. That's not a creepyline at all. I'll 'wait' for you. Dude. Stalker talker. Just saying. Stalker behavior. Seriously. He's been touched... By Obama.
T-E-A-C-H F-E-R-E-B-E-N-D-I-N-G. Is she deaf to. You know he wanted to turn Appa into a pretty purse and matching boot set. Sweet. And shedful.
Why can't we be friends. Why can't we be friends. NOOOOO! The first time around, that is not what I wanted to hear. Three. YEAAAAAAAAAARS! So the end of the episode made me happy. Well, then all he has to do is blind them. Firebending'll take care of that easily. I always tell people when I send assassins after them. It makes it more fun. For me. Hehehehe. Run little ants. Run.
I was gonna say he's not a human being, but unless I go back to Roswell, I couldn't think of a snappy enough response of what he is. He saved him! Because he lovezes his great-grand-daddy. All the Appa's are dead now... Only Appa lives. Well, he did through rocks at turtle-ducks, so... he hasn't completely avoided animal cruelty.
Nt-As-Much-of-A-Jerk-As-He-Could-Have-Been-Award. Won by the young of the -Best-Fake-Father-Son-Duo member. Best. Awardshow. Ever. es you are! Embrace your grandson! He needs some familiar lonvin'
OH NOZ BURNT FEETS! THAT'S LIKE BURNT EYES! WORST HALLOWEEN GAME EVER. ude, serious. Just stop. Seriously. I was just about to type that. Why ARE you so bad at being good? He loves being yelled at my Toph. Ke-ching. (See "Grace Kelly" by Mika)
Winner of the Most-Obvious-Question-To-An-Answer Award. He can't be left alone by himself. As a love slave, get it right. He's offered himself as a love slave. Which makes the "and then we'll jump him" line just hilarious. AHHHHH SPARKY SPARKY BOOM MAN! I wish I knew his real name. It must be Ivan. He seems an Ivan. I have 20 mins left. I'm not counting the break. My hands got too tired.
OH NOZ! Ivan hates not getting paid. IVAN SMASH! This blog probably makes no sense without the episode. Alice has realized her error at last. She has given me the power of blog. That's worse BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMERRRRRRANNNNNGLE! WHY WERE YOU MISSING! NOT CLASSIC SOKKA!
Anyway, that's worse than the power of love. Which burns hotter than the power of fire and scalding hot water. Which burns pretty hot, I don't think I need to explain how how that hotness can be. So... imagine if you will the burn of my blog. Burning. Burning. Sizzling. Starting fires with its heat.
He's changed. Through the power of love. The fake-father-son love. It's more powerful than my blog power. THAT'S HOW AWESOME THEIR FAKE-FATHER-SON LOVE IS. YAY! AWESOME GREAT-GRANDFATHER-GREAT-GRANDSON LOVE arc begins! Just wait till they dance together. Brings tears man. Brings tears. Aww. Play nice with the little boy.
Okay I'm done... Can't really write more.... My tight hurts. They apparently like on a ship.... It is weird. My leg is all kinds of hurty. When is this going to end! The blog time, not the episode. I lovez the episode.
Katata'll cut a bitch. *eye brow raise* I need a picture of that. Okay, now I'm done.
See the title! It's a pun. Get it?! I'm totally slapping my knee right now.
But seriously. I suppose those of you reading this who don't understand the Deutsch (that is to say, the German) will need a translation. However, to explain the joke would be to ruin it, so I will say nothing other than 'Look it up, you un-gedeutsched fiend!'... Okay, you're not really a fiend. But you may find me to be one, as you won't be able to understand this blog. After this point, it's about to be typed in German. Are you ready? No? Well, geeeeeet reeeeaaaaady aaaaaaannnndddd...
JETZT!
Ich tippe jetzt auf Deutsch. Es dauerte nur 4 Posten, bevor ich auf Deutsch tippen musste. Ganz geil, ja? (Alice, du solltest Chelsea oder Marianna fragen, ob sie für dich übersetzen werden... Aber wenn du das noch nicht gemacht hat... dann könntest du nicht meine Wörter und meinen Rat verstehen... NEEEEEEIIIIIINNNN! Das Schlimmstest! Vielleicht wirst du die Namen erkennen und die werden genug sein.)
Okay, jetzt teile ich meine Lieblingsfilme (aus DuTube, natürlich) mit euch, weil sie soooooo lustig und ausgezeichnet sind.
Nummer Eins:
Meine Mutter hat mich zuerst diesen Film gezeigt (Er ist auf Englisch). Es ist für immer und ewig lustig.
... Scheißzapfen (das ist meine Übersetzung von "crapsicle") Blogger lass mich nicht, Filme, die mir nicht gehören, aufzuladen... (Das ist genau, warum jemand muss mich die Wunder von Blogging durchbilden...) Okay, kein Problem... Ich werde die URLs der Filme mit euch teilen. Ganz antiklimaktisch... ich weiß...
Nummer Eins noch einmal!:
Berlitz Ad (guck mal!)
Well, now I'm disappointed and out of German steam. Stupid Needing-to-own-the-videos-ness. Poop. Okay, I'll hurry up and finish this very anti-climactic blog. Here are the other videos. Watch them and get out.
Number Two:
"I Will Jetzt Gleich König Sein" from Der König der Löwen (Why? Because I listened to it little 13 times in a row today, and I think I like it better than the original - Also, it comes with the lyrics! Woot!)
PS: Watching these videos in German just helped to remind me how much I heart the Lion King. I don't care if Disney stole it from Kimba the White Lion. Can Kimba sing like Simba?! I think not!
Number Three:
"Du bist Deutschland" (Because Du are Deutschland. Also, I TOTALLY used to have this on my computer... WHY did I delete it! Stupid Not-being-able-to-downloard-from-YouTube-Anymore-Ness...)
And to make it an even Number Four:
Monty Python Mr. HilterSketch (Sure it's in English but it's MONTY PYTHON. Plus there's German Untertiteln!).
PS: If you like these, the Funniest Joke in the World and It's Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart also showcase the German spirit. And there's a German cameo in the Italian Lesson.
Now go away and let me sulk in peace.
PS Totally figured out how to use the hyperlinks to post the videos this post. Take that Bloggesphere! You may have won this battle, but to be sure I SHALL win the war!
Lookie here! I have three followers! Hence this posts name! BTW... TOTALLY going to keep up the numbers theme for as long as I can. I already have an idea of my next blog title... Don't know what it'll be about though.
Now that there are people following me (You poor fools - Don't you know I'm a lemming-We're ALL lemmings!... okay no I'm not, at least. Lemmings don't have opposable thumbs.), I feel obligated to actually maintain some kind of blog. The question is, what to write about? I was thinking it might be fun to just do stream of consciousness posts, which is mostly what I've been doing up to this point, but I don't want to scare anyone with the rambles my mind can come up with. I could do stream of consciousness posts based around the post title, which will continue to be number themed, but then I'll just be scaring with numbers. And I've had enough of calculus for now.
In my efforts to discover what others deem 'bloggable', I've noticed people like to post pictures of things they've either made or found to be awesome. Now, I can find things to be awesome no problem, but making things? That requires creativity and skill. But this creativity and skill of mine lends itself more to wordsmithing and not... thingsmithing.
Also, I've noticed that other blogs are far fancier than mine. I'm going to need to edumacate myself on this "blogging" that I seem to have gotten myself into. Until then, I guess I'll just keep up with this train of consciousness blogging.
Reader Beware.
...You guys ever read Goosebump books? Although corny, I like the little 'Reader beware, you're in for a scare' tagline. And the Monster Blood trilogy: Totally. Awesome.
I'm still working out the nuts and bolts, if you will, of this blog-thingy. For a member of the tech generation who's parents are engineers that can totally create their own computer programs and spy on others via trails carelessly left on their computer, I am not as skilled at this as I should be. ,
So this entry title is reminding me of Attempto, which in the Latin means "attempt" and which happens to be the motto of a certain German university I heart, Tübingen (oh yeah, check out that umlaut action!). I have a picture of it somewhere. Not to digress, but one thing that saddens me about the Interwebs is that you loose a lot of dramatic pausing - which I also heart. For example, I can't really type "Just a minute while I go find the picture"and then have you wait at the edge of your seat, drowning in agonizing anticipation of what majesty I could possibly unveil. I mean, I could do that, but let's face it, where's the drama that I love oh so very much? You can just scroll down at look at the picture.
*sigh* Just go head and look at the picture all ready! *grumblegrumble*No one appreciates presentation anymore *crochtycomplaining* Gaze upon it's Schönheit!
Attempt. I think that's a good motto. We made not succeed but we will at least attempt. But than I suppose it depends on what you're attempting. Attempting to invent the light bulb, pretty much a good thing and you may even get some other inventions out of your failures. Attempting to start World War Three*, not necessarily so much.
Aaaaanyway. This post ended up being way longer than I planned. It's the magical allure of Tübingen, don't ya know.
*Funny story. Maybe I'll post it one day.
And there was a BLOG!
Because curious Ms. Alice demanded it, I have descended (or ascended) from whatever cave-hovel I was hiding in so as to write this blog. Why dear Ms. Alice wants to know more of what's going on in my head is beyond me... perhaps it is because she is just too gosh darn curious.
So I don't really have anything interesting I want to write yet ... but while creating this account I did notice that Google already had my email, which was a little surprising but not unexpected once I thought about it. Then I noticed it also had my PASSWORD! Who told it my password? How did it know what word I would pull out of the little Pandora's box that I call my brain, what word I would deem worthy and cunning enough to protect my PRIZED blog? How would it know the exact intricate combination of letters, numbers and whatever you call these things -> (?!@#$%^&*) that would have to be strategically inserted to assure maximum blog protection?!
There's only one explanation: Google has become clairvoyant. We must now fear it and destroy it for it can forsee our rebellion.
Happy Alice? You see what you've unleashed on the Interwebs?
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