(THIS POST HAS MORE ART) This next song takes something that's not fun, math, and turns it into something offensive.

That's a Bo Burnham quote, by the way. I spent maybe an hour online today finding his 3 albums and downloading them and exporting them and opening them in iTunes and renaming them to normal, etc. I've gotten better at this whole thing. I didn't download it from YouTube, even, cause it takes forever.

The pictures on the right side are my, like, references, the Nerd Wall, and the left is just pictures.

I think I've only added two things since I last posted.

This is my sibling's and I's interpretation of what the main characters of The Mysterious Benedict Society look like. I did Renny, Sticky, Kate, and Constance. My sister did a Sticky and a Kate, and my brother did a Sticky. This was in the car to New Jersey, and I cut it out and glued it all down. 

What I made in Art last year, you might remember. It's a Starkid cartoon wheel. Which means that you can spin the wheels around and give Joey Richter's body Joe Walker's hair and Dylan Saunder's shorts. Yeah. Or Joe Moses can get Brian Holden's body, and then be shirtless, which is great. Anyway. I thought that it fits on the wall.

Now onto just plain art. I've been doing a lot of painting recently and it's really fun. I'm gonna try and do someone I already know soon, so I can see how different it is, from like, drawing a sketch.

This is from awhile ago. I'm not sure, but I might have posted it already... whatever.

These next ones I just did today. That's a tree. And some sort of face. I didn't realize it while I was doing the yellow face guy, but if you look carefully, he has two eyes on one side. the one that's shaped how it's supposed to be is not lined up with the other one, and the other one is just wrong. It looks right, though, when you just glance at the picture. So weird.

The top one is another yellow picture, but this is two different kinds of yellow. I actually really like it. The shadowing, etc. The next one I also like. I was cleaning my paint bored thing by wetting a paintbrush and leaving different colored water from the paint in each section of the board, and I got all these really pretty shades of brown so I decided to paint a picture. I couldn't get her mouth and then I ran out of red and it's counterproductive to get more paint out when you're CLEANING the board. You know. So I stopped. 

That's on a paper towel, which made it do all this leaky stuff. It was freaking awesome. CAPILLARY ACTION WHOOOOOOOOT.

Yeah, now you're all caught up. Bo Burnham. Painting pictures. Weekend. All good.

sadddddd dot com slash sold out dot html!

i'm depressed because i didn't tell you but i thought that i could almost go to the s.p.a.c.e. tour thing by starkid in n.y.c. and i convinced my dad pretty much then i went to buy tickets and they were sold out and i was sad and then i was really disappointed, disproportionately so with how long i wanted this this is all i've wanted for the past 48 hours, yeah?

I tried really hard to make that a run on sentence, kay? It was difficult. You wanna know how many words i mispelled in the first draft of that sentence? Yeah, no, you don't. I'm so horrible. It's a miracle my English teacher likes me at all.

By the way, I'm proud of this.

 YOU SEE HOW CURLY MY HAIR IS? FRENCH BRAID+SLEPT OVER NIGHT+NEW FRENCH BRAID+HAIRSPRAY+WHOLE DAY!

I am happy in this picture, trust me. And yeah, my hair is curly. Seriously happy with this. Shut up.

Update on My Wall

I haven't posted any new pictures of my nerd wall in awhile, and a lot of new stuff is up. Markus Zusak and Patrick Ness, mostly.

Fighting Reuben Wolfe/Getting the Girl, Markus Zusak. Same picture, one in color, one not. Which one do you like more? I don't really know. In real life, the pencil one looks more dirty. But I don't know.

HP In a Week Reading Marathon chart. Notice how I mostly finished in the 2-3AM range. Ah, Summer. I miss you.

Only the best book in the world. The Knife of Never Letting Go, Patrick Ness. Not kidding about it being the best book in the world. Yeah, better than The Book Thief. But weirder too. Deal.

Drunk Text Message to God, Watsky. That poem I memorized, 'member? You can test me on it. Or just ask Maggie.

That Dr. Who picture is finally up there. I showed it to you before. Yeah. Anyway.

The Great Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald. Green Light. Off the dock.

Last but not least. That's a part of some art by some guy at Dia:Beacon, a modern art museum somewhere in New York.

Enjoy. By the way, it was a week. I'm just a pathetic blog poster. Ally.

math homework

Haha, people forgot. I'm a nice person. Don't try and cheat. Really. That's stupid. Of you. Because my answers are wrong.

Beauty Queens

Hi guys, so this is a book I haven't talked about yet that I wanted to. Kinda like Grassroots, but it's a book.

The first thing you need to know about this book is that it has an amazing cover.

You SEE that awesome?? That's a bullet chain of LIPSTICK, people. Yeah.

This book, simply explained, is pretty much Lord of the Flies with teenage, image-obsessed girls. It starts with a plane crash of Miss Teen Dream (a beauty contest) contestants. People die. There are surviviors. And commercial breaks. 

Seriously.

It's one of those books where you're not sure if it's actually happening IRL. You know? Have you read that book about an evil genius who wants to be your class president or something, where you have no idea if he's kidding or not about things? It's kind of like that. It's set some time in the future, and there's this major Corporation that does everything, and pretty much sets everyone's dreams and view of what's wanted and whatever. But like, the commercial breaks (I'm not lying about those, they have commercial breaks every so often.) are kind of odd. They, like, say things that if they were said on TV NOW wouldn't work or be totally ironic. Like, the mom saying things like, "I need you to look good or else I wouldn't be able to parade you in front of my neighbors." Except more degrading than that? I don't have the book anymore, sorry. Can't look it up. Or stuff about how this product, made to take off lady mustaches, also can be used to like, clean your bathroom or something. Stuff you don't really say to your customers. It's odd. But awesome.

It's really hilarious. Ally's favorite girl was Tiana, Miss.... actually I forgot her state. I really reallly really loved Taylor, Miss Texas, because she was SO unbelievable. Everything she did or said wasn't anything anyone would ever do or say, sorry about this sentence. And then she goes crazy.... sorry not giving that away.

It's also really awesome how they continued to, kind of, compete, there. Like, Shanti hated Nicole on principal because they were both not white, and the corporation would not let an Indian AND an African-American in the finals. (Tiana: I thought you said The Corporation wasn't racist? Both: Bitch, please.) And Taylor keeps practicing and getting everyone to practice after the crash.

It's a really good book. I hope you read it. Actually, I hope, that when you read it, you enjoy it. Because you're going to read it. It's so good, seriously. Really awesome.


And I leave you with (puppies humping things, Ally?) a picture that I found by... well I can't tell you where I found it because it's Ally Week and it's one of the banned subjects but I found it and I think it represents my life/future well as well:


Goals seminar, in Lindsey's words, was "shit." I don't totally agree, but it did make me nervous. In a have-you-seen-this-venn-diagram,-i'm-screwed,-yo,-what-do-i-want-to-do-with-my-life-???? way.

Dedicated to Ally

I promised I would dedicate a WEEK of online behavior to Ally, who says she feels confused about everything I post, since it's pretty much tons of BOOKS and YOUTUBE and MOVIES and other references that.... yeah.... only I understand, mostly. And I meant to do this week awhile ago, but I kept forgetting, or didn't even have time to post, or whatever. I haven't posted in forever, by the way, sorry about that.

But my point is, this next week is, like, National Ally Mirin week. I'm not allowed to say anything on Blogger (or POST anything ON MY BUZZ (I CAN COMMENT ON OTHERS THOUGH, KAY?)) about things like Alex Day, Charlieissocoollike, Nerdfighters, books she hasn't read, Very Mary Kate (but she should watch them, so she does understand them, because they're fantastically hilarious in a totally stupid way. but hilarious. god.) wait, before the week starts, I need to say something: TODAY at the seminar thing the guy mentioned this guy, Henry Green, yeah, and that's also John Green's kid's name. By the way. he's sooooo cute. Look:


Yeah, totally cute. Thought I'd mention that the name came up. It had nothing to do with this, but still.

Okay, now Ally Week OFFICIALLY starts. Bye. I'll post something real later, but now I have to do Biology homework. You understand, yeah, Ally? You have homework too. :)

Guess what Livvy is unaccustomed to/hates!

EXERCISE.

I'm about to collapse.

Actually? That's a lie. It feels pretty good, NOW. It was horrible a second ago. Now I'm just.... Mildly overworked?

I went all the way around the block, up Turkey Hill, without stopping! Look it up on google maps! Actually, don't, then you'll know that I'm proud of biking three miles. But Turkey Hill is a hill! And this is the best I've ever done. I've always had to stop to like, drink water or something stupid like that. Rest my legs.

Anyway, just sharing that minor accomplishment that I'm disproportionately proud of. Whateva.

going to unirondack in two minutes just want to tell you it's gonna be awesome i brought like 20 books and when i get back i'm talking about Beauty Queens okay bye.

not the nicest way to show you care, dudes.

(Alternate title: Of School and Swearing)
They messed up my freaking schedule again.
It cost a lot of effort up there to type the "rea" instead of just that one vowel. I told you it's getting worse. Can we get back to the point? The point is the highschool hates me and no matter how many times I allow myself to virtually curse I would not be able to express how pissed off I am at it. There is no excuse. Absolutely no excuse. I filled out the stupid form, changing FRENCH to German, ALGEGBRA to Geometry, English 9 and Social Studies to Humanities or Global or whatever the * we're taking this year, and DDP to Studio Art and Study Hall to Lunch. I filled out the stupid form! I got my parent's signature! We freaking WENT TO THE HIGHSCHOOL and talked to the girl, and she promised it would be fixed and it's NOT. Ahhh they're so stupid.

HONESTLY, DO THEY NOT WANT ME TO GO? This is the most ridiculous, unwelcome welcoming into a new school I can imagine. Maybe I'm overreacting. I'm probably/definitely overreacting. But it matters to me. And it feels pretty much sorta incredibly rude on their part. Insulting and all. Can't they just make sure a freshman doesn't have the wrong schedule, doesn't start school hating the administration, doesnt start school INCREDIBLY CONFUSED, HAVING BEEN TO GUIDANCE TWO TIMES BUT STILL NOT KNOWING WHERE THE * ANYTHING IS.

Not taking Studio Art, instead have another * Study Hall.
Second semester, guess what, I have Gym everyday. Like, 3rd Period on 1,3,5 days and 7th on 2,4,6.

I feel so... Ahhhhh... I don't even know. Just pissed in general. The while censorship thing was much harder, trust me, when my parents just got the schedule thing. And I was in front of THEM. Do you find it odd how it's perectlh acceptable, if horrible and douchey, of your parents to swear, but you could never dream of it?

Sorry about putting you though that mostly internal rant. And the whole swearing thing. I don't know, it's mattering to me. It's interesting to think about, frustrating to live through. Yeah.



* fill in the blanks. I have three options from here. 1) put the asterisk. Or an exclaimation mark! 2) just cut off in the middle of the sentence, leave the word out. 3) avoid getting angry in the first place.

Don't want to end it like this, really, but yeah. I'm not happy. Pretty angry. And I'm slowly starting to explode. So now we're all caught up, !.

my gmail status says it all

By the way, for the lazy people, this is my gmail status:

the world is mine... (i don't know anything) somebody needs to donate a large fortune to me so my music obsession can be funded.

This is pretty much my life. I need money to buy more CDs. You see, I enjoy listening to this whole page of music:  http://alexdaymusic.com/music/

Click it.

But the problem is, it doesn't play on iPods. Which is where I listen to music. After awhile, I like actually having it on my iPod so I don't have to do it on the computer.

I would just download it off of YouTube, but I feel bad about that, because I love Alex Day and have listened to all of his YouTube videos and think he's hilarious and want him to be able to continue to afford the "flat" he shares with Charlie. So I don't want to steal music from him, is my point. Plus, Bo Burnham told me that you would get AIDS if you stole music. It's proven. (no it's not.)

But I don't have any money to buy 2-5 albums with.

So someone just has to buy them for me.

This isn't gonna happen, though, I've accepted that.

Which is why someone just needs to suddenly realize that they don't need money and give it to me!  Right?




Ahhhh.






I don't want this "end-with-a-totally-unrelated-topic" thing to become a thing, but:

On a totally unrelated note, Pottermore needs to get a better server. Almost every time I've been on it, just to check on it and all, it's crashed. Just saying. That's kinda pathetic. What's gonna happen when the whole world tries to get on in October?





Yeah. That, probably.

some things that excited me, probably not you, but that's okay

I had an excellent day.

Oh hi, right, yeah, I'm Olivia, you might have forgotten, I haven't said anything in forever.

Anyway. Today was awesome.
I think this is gonna be really hard for you all to read, sorry. I'm going back and putting some more enters so that it's a little easier. It's long. I HAVEN'T SAID ANYTHING HERE FOR AWHILE, THOUGH, SO READ IT.

I woke up at 9 freaking 30 (actually, this was a horrible start to my day) because I had to CLEAN MY ROOM but it gets better from here because I finished a book then, which was actually a bad book, but see, it was a good thing, because I finished it, and I didn't have to read it anymore.

This is really not sounding like a good day, god. It gets better, promise.

Okay, then I made a quesadilla with corn in it, and it was awesome. Did you know that corn is really good in quesadillas when you make them with chicken and salsa and cheese as well, and cook them with some oil on the bottom? Well, it's true.

Then I watched a little Alex Day, because I'm trying to watch every single one of his videos.

Can you HEAR the English accent in my voice? I swear, between him, and Kate Nash, and Lily Allen, and Harry Potter, and all these other English accents in my life (plus Damien from the Glee Project, Oliver from Project Runway, and Anya from Project Runway, Irish, English-Chinese and Trinidad-and-Tobagan, respectively.) I'm just feeling so odd when I hear other voices. Like, you know, American. Which is where I live. But now I hear English in my head sometimes.

Weird, I know. Anyway.

After that I decided to go to the Community Center and I sat there and listened to my OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC REMEMBER GEORGE WATSKY? It was the first time that Bandcamp actually worked for me.

If you don't know what Bandcamp is, it's a music site, sorta, where artists put their songs and either sell them or give them for free. For example, AVPM/AVPS was "free," but apparently if too many people try and get the music, if the product is too popular, you have to give a dollar to Bandcamp, which is kind of stupid, really. So I always had to drag  my parent's credit card into it and, you know, I have the audacity to complain about having spent 2 dollars on 2 of the most hilarious albums on Earth.... life sucks, you know it.

But TODAY, I got two albums off Bandcamp, both George Watsky, one called "A New Kind of Sexy," which is more recent, and another called "Guilty Pleasures," which is older, and they were both ACTUALLY free! You will not believe how freaking happy that made me! Honestly, I was in a good mood for the rest of the day.

So yeah, I went up to the Community Center, listened to some Watsky (he don't need a goddamn emcee name) and simultaneously (wow, audacity, simultaneously, I'm so smart, no? It would be better if I could spell either of them right the first time.) made another piece of art for my wall (I'll have to take a picture of it, and my HP chart, and my Dr. Who picture). It's not really art, just words. The words to a poem by George Watsky, actually. Can you tell I like him? Yeah. I've told you about this poem, it's not a rap, like the songs on the CDs, it's an actual poem, and it's called Drunk Text Message to God, and I've succeeded in memorizing it, so I wrote it from memory. SKILL. Haha. The writing is really small so it all fits on half a page and from a distance looks sort of odd-gray, which'll be nice on my wall.

After that we went to help at the UU Recycling sale. Its awesome, ya'll should go, because I'm southern. Um. But. It's really good, and I love looking for clothes in those piles. We didn't actually have to help, which just added to my fun, so I spent the time looking through the clothing and you know what I FOUND????? A BRIGHT HOT PINK DRESS THAT FITS ME PERFECTLY DID I MENTION IT'S BRIGHT PINK? Now I don't normally wear pink, but that's okay, because this dress was awesome and I loved it, plus, because the Recycling Sale rocks, it was 4 dollars. I'm planning on going back soon and buying more clothes (if you don't remember, this was wear I got that (in)famous leather jacket and that pink skirt, and something else I think too, I don't remember. Oh yeah, the SMILEY TIE) and I'm also gonna buy some fabric, which was for  some reason labeled "tablecloths." People are stupid, no?

Oh, wait, but the day didn't end with an amazing pink dress. We went to the commons and saw the Gunpoets perform. I had seen them at Grassroots, which you know I still haven't and probably never will talk about, and I LOVED them and wanted their CD ever since and kinda regretted not getting it and all, and it was an AWESOME show and yeah. I bought the CD. Actually, I guilted my dad into buying it for me. Because I'm cheap, still. Maybe I'll use the money I didn't spend on this CD on TFIOS. Interesting idea. BUT THE POINT IS, I HAVE THE CD AND YEAH. ALSO, AS SOON AS I HAD THE CD IN MY HAND THEY STARTED PLAYING ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL, PART  TWO REMIXED this is hard to read and it was all just perfect.

Then I went to Viva and ate Enchiladas. Then I came home and watched Project Runway, and the person I wanted to lose out got out. Then/Now I'm writing on my blog.

Yeah, today rocked.

Tomorrow is play practice again, yay! We're almost done with blocking the whole thing. Anna, don't worry, you'll catch up.


On a side note, I've gone from "not swearing enough" to "swearing too often" in a very short period of time. In my head, at least. I always manage to keep it in. But still. In my mind, it's just a word, right? And it is. Desensitized and all that. But see, I'm sure my parents wouldn't see it like that. Or my siblings. So yeah. I'm gonna blame it on Alex Day. And maybe the fact that I watched my second R Rated movie (god, I'm SO PATHETIC) illegally, and I liked it a lot because Natalie Portman was in it and she's pretty cool. No Strings Attached. This is off topic.
I just casually say swear words in my head, and then, like, am about to say what I just thought, and realize that I can't actually do that. Still trying. Trying right now to keep this blog CLEAN. Alex (True), squeaky.

You should just disregard that last paragraph, actually, because I'm going to do a review of My Immortal soon! I've talked about it before, but I can again, yeah? Ah, English. Accent. Sorry.

Things-That-I-Like-Borderline-Obsessively

 I've kind of sort of mentioned that I'm decorating my wall nerdy-style. Well, not nerdy-style, really, but just general things-that-I-like-a-lot-borderline-obsessively.

Above left is a picture I drew of the scene in The Chamber of Secrets when Harry Ron, and Hermione see the words and the pool after coming back from the library or something. I was reading it, and I was just like, OMG I need to see this IN CRAYON on my wall. Also in that picture, below the HP one, is a sketch of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy cover.

Above right is that picture of Alex Day that doesn't really look like Alex Day but I like anyway. Above that is a stippling version of the Harry Potter 7 cover. In pink-purple. Ohhhhhh yeahhhh. Hahaha. I really like stippling, it's just it takes forever to draw something with it. I did that one in a car where there was nothing better to do, so yeah. Plus it's small. I really like that.

This one isn't actually on the wall yet, my Grandma wanted it. I just need to print out this picture of it and then I'll put it on. It's a picture of Dr. Who and the girl. Aw, I already forgot her name. I need to watch some more of them. It's copied from the picture down on the side at this site: http://www.watchdoctorwhoepisodes.com/1-rose/ Like, advertising the first season or something.

Above Left is a really rough line drawing/sketch of the cover of my Pretty Little Liars book, also the shot used for the TV Show picture. It's really simple, but I dunno. It also somehow looks like them.
Above Right is a picture of Wheezy Waiter, aka Craig Benzine, who's super awesome. He's on YouTube, naturally, and is hilarious. IT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE HIM more than the Alex Day one, at least. He's saying "Explosion" because has this kinda-sorta-a-thing-thing that's Explosion Wednesday where he blows stuff up, in his animation studio, anyway. Is that a thing I think I'll make it a thing. Above that is my card that shows the astonishing revelation that I CAN'T BE KILLED BY A BASILISK. Especially because of the proof given by Colin Creevy, looking through a camera lens, I know that looking at everything through glasses will protect me from ever dying from looking at a Basilisk. A great comfort, I'm sure. I can only be petrified.

I have one more thing I've put up since taking these pictures, and it's the chart I made to chart my progress on the Harry Potter in a Week challenge, which I COMPLETED, BY THE WAY. CELEBRATION. But yeah, that's up there now too, even though it's not really art. Whatever.



And, just a bonus, this is a picture of a pillow I found in my Nana's house. I'm sure she doesn't see it that way, but to me, it's kind of a little incest-y. It made me laugh. And then no one got it. So I felt a little stupid. And not able to explain myself with little siblings and old people watching.

i should be writing/reading crap

Quick update: I'm on the sixth book. I'm being affected by this series much more than I was all the other times I've read them (crying, lauging, catching myself CLAPPING IRL i'm so odd.) More latter. I'm noticing a lot of new things, especially in the fifth book, which I really hadn't remembered that well/read in awhile. On to six. I think I'll know this one more, it was my favorite. So far, though, this time, I really enjoyed the first one. I don't know. And the second one. And the third one. And the fourth one, oh my god. Harry's too much of an idiot in five, I have to say. Hermione rules, though. Always.

I'll probably talk about this later, when I am allowed to be. I need to finish this script NOW.

My dad's doing a tri tomorrow. Like, triathlon.

I got a haircut. It's layered now.

Sigh.

You know what I realized the other day? I need to start working on my Halloween costume. I don't know what I want to be. See, I really want to MAKE the costume for Queen Elizabeth, but I don't really want to BE Queen Elizabeth for Halloween. I'll have to look at my list of suggestions.

• Wizard going as a muggle
• Hermione (that's a lot of black robes)
• something using my hippie skirt that I never got to wear because of the heat. I never even got around to talking about Grassroots here, did, I? God.
• um I don't know. Luna Lovegood could be fun.
• how about something that's NOT harry potter related?
• I do have other obsessions, you know.
• I could go as a nerdfighter. Nah, not enough costume.
• Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm ooh, I should reread 1984 and GO AS ONE OF THOSE CHASTITY PEOPLE! YOU KNOW, WITH THE BELTS? ANYONE REMEMBER? THE SWORN VIRGINS OR SOMETHING? THE MAIN GIRL DID IT AS A JOKE, I THINK.
• Yay, I'm out of capslock. Um. Um. Someone from a scott westerfeld book.
• manhattan society woman. have you read The Luxe? It was awesome.
• a jersey girl. God, no. That's a horrible impression to leave on teachers.
• I don't know.
• We are doing something for Halloween, right? We don't grow out of it yet? Good, because I really enjoy making costumes.
• maybe I'll be lady gaga. 

Given it any thought? 

I'm done here. Listen to the stuff from my last post. Especially Watsky. He is.... ahh. Poetry. I've almost got Drunk Text Message to God memorized!

Music BECAUSE I'M BUSY READING/DECORATING WALL

I have like three other posts I want to make, talking about HP IN A WEEK marathon and my new closet door wall decorations but I don't have time so I'm just going to leave you all with some music. Listen to it.

Used in the most recent Pretty Little Liars episode, which I sorta kinda watch now. I need to read the books and then the series description for the first few seasons to actually watch. But for now, sorta kinda.

LOVE THIS SONG. LOVE HER VOICE. Kind of a weird/bad/stupid video. But. AWESOME SONG.

Sorta a similar sound. But yeah. I like this one a lot too. The music video makes me like it less, though. Sad. Why is she flying?

 

Okay, now THIS is creepy. I'm not showing the actual video here, because it will scare you off. It's a beautiful sounding song. But the lyrics? Hmmm I'll find you and I'll kill you. I'll find you and I'll kill you.


And that's the end of melodic sounding songs. Now on to some rap/poetry. As I told Anna the other day, I'm addicted to this guy's voice. I heard him live at VidCon (not that I was there-Through the computer, silly) and fell in love with his stuff. You heard of def poetry? Spoken word? Yeah. And rap. Pale boy raps so good.

This is one of the raps. All the way though, guys.

Drunk Text Message to God. Is this not amazing? I'm not Jesus Christ, but I can turn water, into KoolAid. My church. My church. I guess you don't have to watch the whole thing. Just get the idea.

Carry the One. A poem about Global Warming. It's so good, dear god he's amazing.

The power of the internet.

Also, on a totally unrelated-kinda-via-internet note, have you heard of Wheezy Waiter? I drew a picture of him. It's on my closet door. HA, now you want to know what I mean by decorations. All in good time. When I have time/photos.

Art. Ha. That's FUNNY. I feel bad for myself.

I realized that I no longer have any talent with drawing and painting, so obviously I did as much of it as I could in as little time as possible. Probably not the best way to learn, but yeah. I'm so dissapointed. It's like, doodles. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Sorry. I'm proud of one or two of them, though. Okay, here we are.

The top one is watercolor, and the one on the side is colored pencil.

At this point, I think I had gotten bored. The dreaded doodle.

 The red guy is kinda cool, though. He's this other kind of water color paint, like, gauche or something. The two people are colored pencil, and the last girl is watercolor. I wanted to see if I could get skin tone with just yellow and red. Success? Ehh.

 I kind of like this one, actually. She reminds me of Sadie in Across the Universe (good movie). It's just sharpie. Or maybe calligraphy pen. I don't remember. Some sort of ink.

This is the one I'm proud of! It's an actual person! You see, I was multitasking, trying to teach myself how to draw again and also stay entertained, so I was watching Alex Day videos. He's this really funny person on youtube who lives in London, I think, somewhere in the UK, and is seriously hilarious. He did the Harry Potter is Gay video that I posted to buzz that I watch maybe 2 times a day, minimum. So I was drawing him. It doesn't actually really look like him at any given moment, because he has the hair from like a few years ago and you know, face from now and nose from who knows and whatever. It doesn't actually look like him at all, actually. But that's okay. It was fun. The first one is in pencil, and the second one is in ink. I traced it over THE LAPTOP SCREEN MONITOR  I'm so bad. Well, it's about the same size and shape as one of those light box things. Hahaha. Anyway.

I did these drawing a long time ago, and have been meaning to post them here. But I haven't. I remembered now, finally.

The Great Gatsby

Nerdfighteria is reading the "great american classic" The Great Gatsby as this giant book club event thing. Of course I had to as well. It's so much fun. First of all, I'm really loving the book. Second of all, its great to have John Green explain the book as we go through it, because he understands all of the parts I'm unclear of. He also really reads into the symbolisms and stuff, and, you know, one of the best qualities of Hank and John Green is that they are sooo super good at explaining things that logically shouldn't make sense.

For example, this song is about quarks. Watch it, and you'll somehow know what they are. God. Also, that one about the nuclear energy that I made Sophie and Jessie watch when they were studying nuclear energy in Dallas. They just know. 

So, guys, get out your parent's copy of The Great Gatsby and start reading. So far he's only done the first chapter, so you're fine. But that's unfair, really, because he said we had to do the first 6 chapters, and I did, and now he's only talked about one of them and I might forget. But. Anyway. Read the first chapter, then watch this.

And then you will fully enjoy being a part of Nerdfighteria and yeah reading old American literature. It's a good book! Why am I always so surprised by this? I LOVED The Catcher in the Rye. And those other ones. To Kill a Mockingbird. 1984. I'm always so shocked that old books are good. But they are. And this one is too. So read it. 

Seriously, it's good. And he's an amazing English teacher. He is a professional writer, after all. So it's fun, for me.

JESSIE BRING MY CELL CHARGER ON FRIDAY

the venn diagram of "boys who don't like smart girls" and "boys you don't want to date" is a CIRCLE

John Green rules. He's the best. Ever. Probably. 


On another note, I'm sorry for my posts not really being as regular as I would like. I mean, you probably don't care, but it's something that I wish I did more of. Writing is good. So yeah, I apologize. 


On another another note, HARRY POTTER AHAHASDHIFOJWERIOJKLSDFJSKLJFSKdjf sorry had to get that out of my system. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! So excited. I watched 4 hours of the live premiere (only exaggerating by 15 minutes) and yeah, it was amazing. Sigh. I'm so freaking excited.


I have some things I want to post here, but I need to find a camera. I'll be back. In maybe a few minutes/hours.

The Hunger Games

I like them, now.

Beware, this post isn't going to do them justice because it's 1 at night and I can't really organize my thoughts.

The most important thing I need to get out about The Hunger Games is that you all should read them. It's like Harry Potter on a smaller scale, but still on a scale large enough to matter. You can't just not read them. Sure, they're not the best thing in the world but that's one of those things that we need to get over. Enough people are obsessed.

I would rank these books still below both Twilight and Harry Potter, but they did make me cry a little bit. The last one did. A few times. It's a really good plot.

Ahh, I'm starting to do that doubting thing again, where I stop believing that I liked them. I LIKED THEM! I just finished the third one (second time, I was rereading) and it really made me sad in that book sort of way and now I'm not remembering how I enjoyed them.. I hate how i do that.

I find it really interesting how I did like it this time, because I think I didn't like it the first time. I think it had something to do with the fact htat I liked the wrong person. It's like Twilight, I switched who I liked more the second time. With Twilight, I pretty much go Team Jacob Team Edward every other time I read the series. With the Hunger Games, I guess it's the same way. This time, I loved Peeta. He's pretty much the most perfect person. On the planet. I think last time I didn't like that quality in him. Like, he was fake or something. But this time I read it and saw how nice he was and all that. The first time I liked Gale, and this time I was just annoyed at him the entire time. Like Alex (Kilts) when Rachel kissed Jesse on Glee that one time in the Prom episode, I was disgusted by him. Just like, no. I don't like you. Katniss has no obligation to like you. In fact, she should wake up and love Peeta instead, did you know he loves her to death and it's tragic?

Katniss is kind of stupid, but that's what you get with books like these. Main characters often suck, actually. Harry Potter isn't actually that cool. Bella Swan. Katniss. Um, I don't know who else. But it's true, authors don't develop them as much or something.It's the weirdest thing.

Anyway, I liked it more this time. A lot more. So don't believe me when I tell you it's not the best. Because it's actually really good. But i'm like, refusing to believe it. SO listen to me now, before I forget.

I really wish the ending of the third book was different. Not what happens, but how it happens. It had the potential to be really really powerful and I only cried a little bit. Like, not at all, really. And it was exactly what I wanted to happen so I should have been more touched. I LOVE PEETA. LOVE HIM. What's my list, again? Rudy. Ron Weasley. Peeta. Nick Park, from Girls for Breakfast. Jacob AND Edward. Artemis Fowl. Kent from Before I Fall. Ed, I am the Messenger. Almanzo from Little House on the Prairie. Um. Kind of a lot more.

It's called a fictional character crush, yo, and I'm very good at them. Haha.

But yeah, Hunger Games. Read. Thanks.

Can you tell I'm getting back into my summer phase? Books books books books books staying up as long as it takes to finish them. Then writing about them.

Seriously, reading the books that I've been talking about would be super cool of you. You should so totally go to the library and read them.


JOHN GREEN HAS A NEW BOOK CALLED THE FAULT IN OUR STARS AND I NEED IT NOW. You know from my last post that my YouTube obsession is still going strong, don't worry about that.

Bye.

I'm a crazy stalker, and have accepted that.

If you're bored, read this post. It pretty is what I do, on average, on YouTube. I decided to document it so can see. It's not just YouTube, by the way, it's also Wikipedia and the websites, and you know, just stalking in general. Seriously, if you wanna see how my mind works, read on.

Lucy sent me this video:

And I immeadietly looked up the guy, because he could actually sing. At the same time, I looked up the girl, and watched a few of her videos. She doesn't sing, so that's good. Because she's not the best. But she does do videos, such as this one (please don't watch ALL of these, it's not necessary, I'm just giving you an idea):

The guy is in this band Heyhihello, and they're pretty interesting. But confusing. I couldn't really find what they're about. http://www.youtube.com/user/isayheyhihello That's their YouTube site. Some music on there, not much. So I'm confused, and not interested enough to look them up. Well I listened to a few of their songs. Very Owl City, somehow. Electronic voice?

The band ALL CAPS is in/ writes a bunch of songs, I think including the Harry Potter Love song thing. I went to their channel, and "met" Kristina Horner and Luke Conard. http://allcapsband.com/ I like them a lot now, and I'm planning on looking them up and listening to more of their music. Kristina is a total nerd, you know, in the good way, talking and writing songs about Buffy and conventions and Harry Potter. Luke is too, I think, and he's also really talented. And cool. They both have YouTube channels that I am now subscribed to.

Kristina writes for this website that I'm planning to check out as soon as I finish writing this, it sounds cool: http://www.zaxy.com 

I read a few posts, and this website is very cool. Parseltongue translator: http://parseltonguetranslator.warnerbros.com/parseltongue.php

Great, right? Kinda creepy. Um, next I found this band called Ministry of Magic, because Kristina was in this song "Lilly" or something like that. 

Soon, my gmail status became lyrics from this song:

Sad, because they never made one for Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff of Slytherin. They matter too. Sometimes people forget that. (What the HELL is a Hufflepuff.)

Because Ministry of Magic is officially an awesome band, I'm listening to this playlist right now, like, currently: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74IqDKpI6fM&feature=BFa&list=AV4oVf-d_DwKDz3GHoZ6gLSay5sbNxZvuC&index=1

And after that, I'm going here: http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=jasonmundaymusic&feature=iv&annotation_id=annotation_814730#p/c/96CE1FD735D48E6C/0/9L_PLStj6yM

That's Jason Munday, and he's, I think, in Ministry of Magic, but I think he just writes a lot of songs in general.


I have a piece of paper in front of me with these words on it:

• Ministry of Magic
• Jason Monday
• ALL CAPS
• Luke Conard
• Pottermore

Because those are things I needed to look up.


The tabs I have open right now are kind of killing me. There's too many of them. I like an organized screen. It doesn't work, though, when you're webstalking. I think there is actually a word for that already. Surfing. But i like stalking better. It's a more accurate description.

Tabs open:

• Gmail
• YouTube: jasonmondaymusic channel page
• Parseltongue translator
• ALL CAPS homepage
• ALL CAPS music page
• YouTube lukeconard channel page
• Blogger, new post, you know, this.
• YouTube Ministry of Magic playlist. Now it's playing "Goodbye Privit Drive."
• Urban Dictionary, where I was looking up what S & M means in that Rihanna song. I still don't know. There are too many entries. But I now have an idea. Yay! 
• Okay, now I have a yahoo answers page, for what it actually means. It's what I thought, Sadist/Masochist.
• Snape vs. Snape, waiting to be played again after the playlist ends.

Good? Everyone have an idea of how my brain works while on the internet? Constantly pressing ctrl and t, and searching new things, to look at later. Then going back later. You know. Getting distracted easily. Finding new people and songs. 

I like music, but not normal music. Well, I don't actively search for normal music. As often as I do other sorts of music. My ipod is the weirdest combination of AVPM/ Starkid/ U2/ Pink Floyd/ Lonely Island/ Vampire Weekend/ Mika/ Hank Green. The weirdest combination. Seriously, don't ever go shuffle on my ipod. It's so weird. Ahhhhh. Hahahaha. Actually, I'm going to have to do that now, just to see what happens. 

Okay, yep, a few hours in the life of Livvy. I'm kind of superspeedyfast/ADHD when it comes to being online. Changing sites really quickly. 

And that's how I use the internet, on an average day.

Edit: Since making this post, I have learned a lot more about these bands. Kristina and Luke (ALL CAPS!) are going out. Luke and Jason Monday are actually roommates, you know, like Charlieissocoollike (charlie) and nerimon (Alex Day) who you don't know, but I do. Just thought I would say that. Also, Heyhihello is a pretty good band, like a combination of Owl City and Boys Like Girls. 

Girls For Breakfast

I really enjoyed this book. A lot. A lot a lot.

It was about a Korean-American guy named Nick who was a "banana." (gedditt, like oreo.) He likes girls. Has since third grade, when he found a playboy magazine with his friend.

I really liked how early in his life the book started- around second grade, when he was moving in as the only Asian in town. Not being accepted and stuff. The book spanned until highschool graduation. It was like real life--you would forget that that thing happened to you earlier. I would be more than halfway done, in 8th grade, and be like, this was the same guy who pretended to know Kung Fu and couldn't stop picturing the bus driver naked.

The real-lifeness of it was really nice. His friends, for instance. Very real. Non existent, then suddenly, popular, then alone. Again.

And the whole time, he's talking about girls. It's the story of his life. Girls.

He's just so unapologetically horny. I love it.

My brain was flooded with love for girls again. Around that time my thoughts about then were usually laced with a tinge of resentment, but at the moment I was reaffirmed in my dedication. Girls were what I lived for; they were all I ever wanted. Only girls could make me feel truly happy--I wanted girls for breakfast every day.

Gorgeous.

The one sentence summary was something like: the only Korean-American teenager in his WASP-y town looks back on his life and credits his ethnicity to why he wasn't accepted or included by friends or possible dates.

It was something like that, anyway.

On a scale of 1 to 10, a being ehh and 10 being read it now immediately for the sake of both of our happiness, I give this book a 9.5.

It was really really really really entertaining. And eyeopening. I don't really think about how girl-obsessed boys are, and like, stuff that they do... Um, can I say masturbating here?

But actually, that wasn't a big part of the book, don't worry. Actually, you would think it would be more, with the title, but it's not. Because he's so unbelievably pathetic/lovable. Like Holden Caufield.

It was actually more about growing up, and how people saw you, and how you saw yourself, and how you thought people saw you. And fitting in, wanting to, not wanting to... Defying stereotypes, living up to stereotypes, making stereotypes, fighting stereotypes... Racism, horniness. Sex, drugs, rock n roll. Just kidding. Really, kidding.


Again, this book is a 9/10. this mean I won't KILL you completely (using, of course, Nick Park's hummingbird move) but I will seriously injure you using the same technique, and if you are male, haha, I feel bad for you.

READ IT. Please, though, it was great. I read it for four hours straight. Well it didn't take me that long, by I was in a car. Headache. Suffered through. Plus, I had to acquire food in the middle, which was a waste of time. This book rocked.

I Changed my Background

I hate it a little less now.

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

So, I read a lot of books this weekend (in the car, and by the pool) when I was in New Jersey. I wrote book review/ summaries/ reactions/ ramblings on my iPod when I finished some of them, and I'll post this once a day or something as I type them up. This one is by E. Lockhart. You know her. Well, maybe not. She wrote the Boyfriend List and stuff like that. With the ducks on the cover, white background. Circles. Anyway. This one is called The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. I was kind of skeptical at first, because you know, it's a boarding school story, ew. But it's good because she's not pretending to be anything she's not. She's not ugly, or stupid, or un-popular. She's just a girl. Kind of awkward, but accepting of that, and rocking it a little.

So good. Sophie, it's like Hacking Harvard, but more hilarious. Also, more feminist. It's the kind of book where you want to scream at all the characters. In a good way, though.

"At the start of sophomore year, Frankie Landau-Banks was none of these things. She was a girl who liked to read, had only ever had one boyfriend, enjoyed the debate team, and still kept gerbils in a habitrail. She highly intelligent, but there was nothing unusually ambitious or odd about her mental functioning.
Her favorite food was quacamole and her favorite color was white.
She had never been in love."

Things to look up online, ASAP:

Santarchy
Cacophony Society, Suicide Club
Brides of March
If at all Possible, Include a Cow

Maybe my favorite part was the idea of the neglected positive. Like, with the word immature, mature is the positive. Many words don't use their positive like immature does, just the negative. The one she used a lot was gruntled, as in, satisfied. Not disgruntled. I love it. A lot.

"Have you ever heard of the panopticon?" She asked him.
Porter shook his head.
"Have you ever been in love?"
He shook his head again.
"Then I can't explain it." Frankie said.
They went inside and took the geometry test.