I Apologize.

I haven't written anything in quite some time. But there are a few things I can talk about, so in the fashion of vlogbrothers, this blog comes to you in 3 parts:

1. The Finger.

Not the middle finger, guys, relax. I had a bit of an accident yesterday in scenic design. Whilst using paint pens on the Medea set, with wooden flats for straight edges, I was rubbing my paint pen back and forth and slammed my right index finger into the wood, resulting in a large splinter of wood wedging itself through my nail. Like if you looked at my finger, you could see the piece of wood through my nail. It was between the skin and the nail, piercing it. My mother took me to the urgent care center, and they performed the operation. I was shot in the finger with novocaine, which was EXTREMELY painful, but then my finger was numb so I couldn't feel him performing the operation. I felt a vague idea of what he was doing, but I couldn't feel the pain. I could, however, tell that whatever he was doing would have otherwise been excruciatingly painful, had I not had the novocaine. It was rather bloody and not fun, and once the novocaine wore off, extremely painful. It still hurts now, quite a bit.

2. GDL

Gareth David-Lloyd, also known as GDL, was at Gallifrey, and I met him, which was amazing. But I was running around the house going GDL this, GDL that. And my mom didn't know what GDL meant, so she goes, "What is GDL? Is that some new STD I don't know about?" I was like O.O. Anywayyyyy.

3. Deviantart

Http://iambicrant.deviantart.com Go there. I have a drawing I did of Ianto, portrayed by Gareth David-Lloyd, and also the photo of me and my friends with him and Kai Owen. And a bunch of my other photography, drawings, paintings, digital work, and poetry. :D

Anyway, that's about it for now, in terms of what's been going on with me. I'll post more later if I've forgotten anything. 

Last Night

I made the decision to sleep on the other side of the bed. I usually sleep on the right side (my right, in the perspective from the bed) and last night I slept on the left. It was like an entirely new experience. I was closer to the wall, and more bundled up because my covers tuck into the side of the bed on that side. I should do things like that more often. Just mix up my daily routine in little ways, just to see how much it differs.

On another note, I've been having trouble waking up on time for school. I moved my clock to the other side of the room to see if that would help. I woke up, turned off my alarm, and climbed back in bed. I woke up again at 7:13, leaving me 7 minutes to get ready, which is plenty time. I went out to the kitchen and greeted my parents, who were excited to see I was awake. I informed them today was a gold day, and therefore an early start day, which I would be in time for. I arrived at school to be informed it was a blue day, and school wouldn't start for me for another hour and a half. I could've stayed in bed. And the one time I actually wake up early enough to make it to school on time, I don't even have those classes. Watch, tomorrow when I actually have to get up early, I'll sleep way in. 

So here I am, stuck in Mrs. Lancaster's room, with an hour and a half of free time. With all the wrong books. Oi.

On yet another note, the library is my new favorite place. I always knew it was there, and I've always had a card, I just never really took advantage of it. But I realize now how much I could have been using the library. I mean, I read books in a day, it's rather pointless for me to keep having to pay for them. Now I can just go to the library and check out 50 books, for free. And I won't have to worry about renewing them because I get them all read before two weeks anyway.

You can also check out dvds and they have Doctor Who and Torchwood for a dollar rental! Of course, you have to be 18 for that, but I can just get my mother's approval to rent them. It's much cheaper than buying the box sets for 120 dollars. And I LOVE the architecture, my library is really so beautiful. I went there to study and got so much done. I'll probably be there all the time now, since it's exactly the kind of environment I love to be in. Quiet, relaxed, big and spacious, and you're required to be polite, courteous, and quiet for others. And it's full of BOOKS. If you ever have trouble finding me, just try the library. I'm going to go there after school every day now, and on the weekends, to do my work. Even if I don't have work I will probably go just because I love it there so much. I'll just bring my computer write, or bring sketchbooks and draw the people I see, or find a book and curl up in one of the chairs there and read it in an hour so I don't have to check it out. 

I love the library. :)

How to Write Poetry

Click here http://IambicRant.deviantart.com/art/How-to-Write-Poetry-113811040 for a spoken-word piece I wrote about poetry and what we define as art in a world marginally dominated by pop culture.

The Best Feeling In The World

Is right when you climb into bed after a long day. The sheets are super soft but a bit cold and refreshing. And it's just the best. Check out my deviantART. 

http://iambicrant.deviantart.com

Could I Have More Work To Do?

Doubtful.

I'm swamped in school work. And I'm still sick. You know that kind of sick where you get a little headache every time you blink? 

That kind of sick.

I got back from Gallifrey, which was AMAZING. Me and Allison are gonna go next year, for the 21. It'll be fantastic. 

Anyway. Work.

Hello Dream Maker

With your venom spun delicately into your web. Maker of horror.

The ice cubes melt. My reality fades. 

Hello dream maker. Hello dear killer.

I love you so much.

Can Ya Dig It?

It tastes like pennies. Metal, cool, nostalgia. 

Frozen upon impact. It tastes like pennies.

Your memories taste like pennies.

Warm. Sick. Till I want to spit you back up again.

Your memories taste like pennies.

Post.

Could God forgive my lack of ability to update my blog.

It's raining outside. I'm sick, but I jumped up with grace to throw up my blinds and open my window. I'm staring out into the liquid. It's beautiful.

I'm working on Youtube videos. :0

Love Me Again.

Time hung tight, laced and sewn

into the back of my throat.

Sleeping, dormant,

only to wake, screaming.

Tearing at my lungs, demanding,

"Love me again, love me again."

Keep me close, make me your life,

Take my tears and push them through your veins.

Make your ears aware,

a path to your heart

that I can sing myself to.

Scream myself to.

There's a rare bird, an exotic life form,

creeping behind the bridge that connects you to me.

Able to fly, but cautious and scared

to perform its natural action.

Unnatural reactions.

Hands are twisted

to create the hands of a clock.

Stiff movement. Lacking oil.

Fix me. Breathe me. Mend me.

Love me again.

Love me again.

2/6/09. Do not steal, please and thank you.

This American Life

Written and performed by Phil Kaye.

David Tennant

If you're out there, I love you.

That is all.

No, actually, I wanted to write about Doctor Who (No Shit, right?). The last episode of the second season had me in hysterics, about to puke I was crying so hard. Why? Why does this show get me so much more than anything else? This show, with horrible effects, cheesy witty puns, and bad teeth, can get me this crazy. I'll have to do a little research.

Things #2

List of things Number 2

Things

orange

towel

water

life

fingernails

warmth

"If I fall,"

The Shower-Head

DISCLAIMER: This is not at all related to sexual affiliations one may have with showering. Get your mind out of the gutter.

A shower is more than 10 minutes of water and soap.

I find a shower to be a different world.

All sorts of magical things come out of my showerhead. Not just water.

Ideas, thoughts, memories. A shower is the time when I get to just stop the day. Reflect on it, relax. Dream. Sing. Think of ideas and create thoughts that would otherwise not be created during the day. During the day, you're focused on whatever you're doing at the time. A shower is timeless, placeless, limitless. You are in no specified location. You are in no specified state of mind, or state of being, or state of consciousness. You are simply there. Washing off old thoughts, creating life in new thoughts. My shower head is a magical entity. It holds water. But there's something about the feeling of the water hitting your face, stripping your mind of toxins. Cleansing your thoughts to create new innovative ideas. Just water in general. When I dive into a pool. Or the ocean or whatever it might be. 

The water is a new world all its own. A pool of creation.

I'm going to go shower now.