Anyways. It's been a long time, but I finally have something to post!
Yesterday (Sunday) was my piano teacher's annual studio recital, in which I performed two pieces by composer Franz Liszt: La Campanella and Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. The first of those didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, but the Rhapsody was good. My teacher's husband filmed it, so I thought I'd share it with you all. :) (If anybody actually visits this blog anymore XD)
What did he look like? I cannot remember, for my attention had drifted to the cardboard box. Straight as a ruler, long as a five-foot spoon, heavy as a grown man, it weighed down the little hand cart upon which it sat.
What could it be?
I snapped a few pictures to see if I could determine its purpose.
Google Translate dubs it Italian, but I think it may be Greek. Note the delta character.
The contents of the box. I seem to have assembled some sort of -
My work schedule has allowed me a few moments of free time!
Ceeellllllleebrate good times COME ON
Unfortunately I couldn't find anything quick to post, so I guess I'll have to resort to a rough-edged portion of EDGE.
Now for the
The year was
2068. June 26th. Dawn stretched out its early tendrils of light
among the worn buildings of Carson City, Nevada.
encircled the planet, and the painful evidence made itself very palpable. The
streets were piled high with debris and garbage, but lacked the presence of
humans. The Overlord’s police force, scattered across the rooftops, cavorted
proudly from house to house.
constant thud of the cops’ footsteps got
on the last nerve of one particular tween.
had had enough.
He marched into
Keenan’s bedroom and emptied a bowl of ice water on his friend.
himself off the ceiling, Keenan dried off and sat down at the kitchen table,
still shivering as he drilled Wilbur with an icy glare.
“You had better
have a pretty stinking good reason for this.”
“Oh, I do.” That
crafty smile of his.
“Spit it out,
“I’ve tuned it
“Good for you,
but I haven’t. And I think we ought a do something about it.”
Thunk. Ice falling from Keenan’s blond
mop. “You’re nuts. I’m going back to bed.” Scrape of wood on wood, interrupted
“No! Sit! I’m
serious. I’ve had it up to here”—exaggerated hand measurement—“with this
“Shut up! They
might hear you!”
“I don’t care.
I’m gonna dump that guy off the roof, and you’re helping me.”
If you keep this up I’ll tell your –”
“If you help me,
I’ll arrange something for you and Victoria.”
“Victoria from Evan
And from that
point forward, it wasn’t just the officer that plummeted.
The duo donned
their sneakers and crawled into the attic. Dusty up there. Come to think of it,
dust was rather widespread in that area. Sometimes Keenan imagined that it came
from the ashes of the war in 2026 (he was correct; the epicenter of that
conflict just so happened to be in Nevada).
wispy cobwebs, Wilbur scooted over to the top-hinged skylight. The orange sun greeted
What a great day
disagreed. “Are you sure this is a good idea? They could find out where we
“Not if they
don’t see our faces.”
He hid his own
with a scarf, tossing a timeworn ski mask to Keenan, who, though unsure, pulled
planning this, haven’t you?” Muffled by the mask.
“Maybe I have.
Does it matter?” Voice similarly dampened.
“Well do you
want Victoria or not?”
“I’m starting to
think even she might not be worth it.”
course she is. Tell you what—I’ll give you some money, and you can go buy an
antique for her. She loves old stuff. ‘Kay?”
“She calls old
That’s after. But you need to focus right now if you wanna get to that.”
Long exhale. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”
“I just need a
distraction, like in the moving pictures. You jump out, yell something at them,
and while he’s looking at you, I’ll push him off.”
Nod from Keenan.
He wasn’t the
only one who saw, however.
Soon after the
cop hit the gravel two stories below, Wilbur’s whoop of victory turned into a
sickening gargle as the slug punched through his skull.
He followed the
officer, down, down, down . . .
All the way to
Depressing, right? I thought so. Don't worry - I've got redemption planned out for later. But you'll have to wait quite a while for that. :P
So yeah. That's a good deal of what I wrote during Camp NaNo. I failed to reach my word count goal, but I achieved another goal - actually writing for once. ;)
You may have noticed that I didn't even get around to Top Ten Tuesday this week. This is due to the fact that, since I received the job position I was shooting for, I now work 8 hours a day. Not only that, I also have Geometry and Chemistry to work through before the fall semester.
As a result, my blog has suffered greatly during this last week. In fact, I have more free time during the school year than I do now. And I'll be without electronic access next week to boot.
All of this leaves me with a few options.
1. Write posts on Saturdays and schedule them for later.
2. Consume any free time I get for the purpose of posting.
3. Throw together a post if I have a quick minute.
4. Stop posting altogether.
Obviously I'm not going to pick the final one, but I will make an attempt at the other three. As I just briefly mentioned a moment ago, I will be without electronic access next week, leaving me to blogging the old fashioned way - notebook and pencil. If I have the time, and if I don't put it off, I will write the next episode of Pond Wars.
I apologize for all this procrastination. (If you read through my recent posts you'll notice that the undertone is composed of laziness, half-hearted lists, and lame excuses.)
I don't really have any excuses. I'm just not motivated. *sigh*
But for now, here's some funny pictures. The theme is Tumblr - the place between Twitter and Blogger where short thoughts, pictures, quotes, and the like are shared. However, many users have taken it much farther and turned it into a very strange place with very strange people (though a good deal of sane members still remain).