I got some more batteries for my keyboard, so I can go back to working on my String Quartet no. 1 in C Major.
Problem is, I'm also doing ScriptFrenzy.
Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, it's not that much of a problem. I'll just go back to composing once I finish my musical. No biggie- OH WAIT. I'M WRITING A FUCKING MUSICAL.
Music + Acting = Musical.
I have to write songs and shit. Forgot about that. Well, I can't spend too much time writing the songs or else I'll get behind on my script and if I wait till April to start writing music again, I won't have time to write my string quartet. Multi-task? Sure. Why don't I just shoot myself in the foot while I'm at it?
(Speaking of shooting people in the leg-area, Cyrus is totally bustin' caps and the kneecaps of one Clockwork!Melanie. I really shouldn't be enjoying it, but I am.)
So, I'm going to be writing a lot of music, which is good because I'm going to need the practice. It doesn't matter so much what kind of song I'm writing so long as I can get the chord progressions under my hands.
I'm listening to Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. Love those guys.
Anyway, I've been having trouble focusing on school. Exhibit A. This blog. I'll do literally anything short of fatal or disfiguring to prolong my oncoming Algebra lesson. I. Hate. Algebra. I didn't think it was possible to hate something so inanimate- a concept, really- as much as I do, but I really hate Algebra. I'm glad this is the last year I'll have to do it. Next is Trig or Pre-Cal which I already know is a bunch of BS. I could use Lit, History, Science, and all that good stuff, but anything beyond rudimentary Mathematics is completely useless to me. I don't need it. Quit forcing it on me- I'm speaking to the Department of Education.
And don't get me started on the frickin' SATs and PSSAs. I live in Pennsylvania, so it's called the PSSA, though you might call it KSSA, CSSA, ISSA, ASSA and so on. It's a standardized test made to get the school who are failing more money and the ones that are pretty well-off just enough money to keep going. Or it's the opposite. I can't remember. I'm going to take the SATs in May, but I won't have to take the PSSAs until my Junior year. I don't think we have to take it as Seniors.
Aaaand there's a newbie running rampant in the Games forums. Jesus fucking Christ. What's so taboo about capitalizing every once in a while?! I don't want NaNo to stress me out 'cause it's supposed to be fun, but it is. It's also probably because I'm using it as a form of procrastination.
Guilt. I hate you. I want to take a nap, but I have my future to worry about even though I'm positive that Curtis won't give a high flying fuck how I did on Algebra. Temple couldn't care less about my Algebra. Pitt? Unlikely. Harvard and Julliard? Probably.
But it all effects my GPA. Goddamn GPA. I had a 3.8 last year or something like that. I'm a smart kid, I just don't give a shit about math.
My current grade is something like three As, three Bs? I just started the last quarter, so it's gonna change a little. Or not. Whatever.
I'm really digging this writing scene, though. I like writing scripts, novels, co-ops and stuff. I've also been drawing using my fancy-dancy new tablet my mom got me with her raise. (She doesn't want me to think I'm her favorite, but she's doing a real crap job at convincing me of that.) I should be expecting a new viola. I'm starting to accept that music performance isn't my path, but learning how music works by performance really helps with composing it. I'm coping.
I need to have a bosom buddy. I'm really lacking in someone to confide in. Hence why, the blog. It's Just Chaos.
Bloody true, that.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Subplots in RPs, Accidentally an Attempted Suicide, and StarKid For Life!
Subplot. More specifically, romantic subplot.
Sometimes, it doesn't always include you and it's hard to incorporate others who may or may not be a less experienced RPer than you into your awesome romantic subplot.
This is what I'm going through. In many a RP, I end up having a romantic subplot with another RPer almost instantly. I dunno what it is. It's like a chain of destiny. It's our destiny for our characters to be destined for one another. Every. Damn. Time. I don't know what to make of it, but it is what it is.
So, in the thick of this awesome romantic subplot, we've had this other less experienced RPer try and tag along with us. For the most part, we've been able to string them along with us in our charrie's passionate throes of passion and firelove, but it's just getting to the point where they're becoming meddlesome and non-participatory. But what else can we do? We're almost done with this particular arc of passion and flaming sun of beautylovefirepassion, but I still feel kinda bad for absorbing the thread with romantic subPLOT. We had an idea, but then our paths diverged and we have half the charries in one spot and half the charries in another spot. There was a point where Newbie's characters were mingling with the other nonflaminglove half of the thread, and ya'll coulda just stayed there, but noooo. It seems to be a thing with Newbies that they feel the need to be in ALL the conversations. No, you don't. Sit down. Act right. No one-liners.
I remember being a Newbie, but I was older than the Newbies that are around now. I got blown away by this one thread, A Big Family, that took off like a freakin' rocket and left me behind in the dust. It was a rocky start, but I pulled through. Now, I've been voted the BEST OVERALL MOTHER-LOVING ROLE-PLAYER. Yeeeeeaaaaah booooiiiiii!!!!
Some people were unhappy with the nominations and I agree, to some extent. Not a lot of veterans were voted in, but ya'll veterans gots to stick together. Just like us 2nd Gen. I'm super intimidated by some of the vets, too. I get overwhelmed by their awesomeness and just shrink away to hide in my corner. Belly up. I submit. White flag, etc.
Aaaand I keep getting poked. Someone in a thread that I'm in keeps poking me every time I show up on the threads to come and post. It's like, just 'cause I'm on doesn't mean I'm gonna be RPing in all of the dang threads. Quit pressuring me. Stop poking me. I just wanna chill out in Breaking the Fourth Wall. Is that so turrible? But, the same person who keep poking me also provide awesome inspiration for one of my charries. A suicide attempt that leads to a coma that leads to amnesia. Howzat?
And finally. I'm a StarKid. Finally. I like the first three, Me and My Dick, A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel. I posted some of the vids on my facebook of Me and My Dick and my mom was not amused. She made me take them down, took my iPod, and told me no more Role-playing.
Three hours later, I've got my iPod back and she's explaining to me that it was inappropriate for me to share that when I've got a bunch of adults friended on facebook.
My initial reaction was, 'They are hardly on facebook so odds are, it would've been bogged down by the time they got to see it.' and then 'I don't give a hot flying damn what they think.' and finally 'I need to change the privacy settings on my facebook so my mom and anyone else who might get offended and live in blissful ignorance of the awesomeness that is Me and My Dick.'
That ish is hilarious and if they can't unwind their granny panties and enjoy it, that's their own damned fault.
I hate Algebra.
Sometimes, it doesn't always include you and it's hard to incorporate others who may or may not be a less experienced RPer than you into your awesome romantic subplot.
This is what I'm going through. In many a RP, I end up having a romantic subplot with another RPer almost instantly. I dunno what it is. It's like a chain of destiny. It's our destiny for our characters to be destined for one another. Every. Damn. Time. I don't know what to make of it, but it is what it is.
So, in the thick of this awesome romantic subplot, we've had this other less experienced RPer try and tag along with us. For the most part, we've been able to string them along with us in our charrie's passionate throes of passion and firelove, but it's just getting to the point where they're becoming meddlesome and non-participatory. But what else can we do? We're almost done with this particular arc of passion and flaming sun of beautylovefirepassion, but I still feel kinda bad for absorbing the thread with romantic subPLOT. We had an idea, but then our paths diverged and we have half the charries in one spot and half the charries in another spot. There was a point where Newbie's characters were mingling with the other nonflaminglove half of the thread, and ya'll coulda just stayed there, but noooo. It seems to be a thing with Newbies that they feel the need to be in ALL the conversations. No, you don't. Sit down. Act right. No one-liners.
I remember being a Newbie, but I was older than the Newbies that are around now. I got blown away by this one thread, A Big Family, that took off like a freakin' rocket and left me behind in the dust. It was a rocky start, but I pulled through. Now, I've been voted the BEST OVERALL MOTHER-LOVING ROLE-PLAYER. Yeeeeeaaaaah booooiiiiii!!!!
Some people were unhappy with the nominations and I agree, to some extent. Not a lot of veterans were voted in, but ya'll veterans gots to stick together. Just like us 2nd Gen. I'm super intimidated by some of the vets, too. I get overwhelmed by their awesomeness and just shrink away to hide in my corner. Belly up. I submit. White flag, etc.
Aaaand I keep getting poked. Someone in a thread that I'm in keeps poking me every time I show up on the threads to come and post. It's like, just 'cause I'm on doesn't mean I'm gonna be RPing in all of the dang threads. Quit pressuring me. Stop poking me. I just wanna chill out in Breaking the Fourth Wall. Is that so turrible? But, the same person who keep poking me also provide awesome inspiration for one of my charries. A suicide attempt that leads to a coma that leads to amnesia. Howzat?
And finally. I'm a StarKid. Finally. I like the first three, Me and My Dick, A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel. I posted some of the vids on my facebook of Me and My Dick and my mom was not amused. She made me take them down, took my iPod, and told me no more Role-playing.
Three hours later, I've got my iPod back and she's explaining to me that it was inappropriate for me to share that when I've got a bunch of adults friended on facebook.
My initial reaction was, 'They are hardly on facebook so odds are, it would've been bogged down by the time they got to see it.' and then 'I don't give a hot flying damn what they think.' and finally 'I need to change the privacy settings on my facebook so my mom and anyone else who might get offended and live in blissful ignorance of the awesomeness that is Me and My Dick.'
That ish is hilarious and if they can't unwind their granny panties and enjoy it, that's their own damned fault.
I hate Algebra.
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