My Loves

Hi there.  I decided that I wanted to make a really simple yet informative post.

And it’s not about me – it’s all about my girls.

I love them with all my heart, and I want no harm to come to them.  Few are allowed to be around them, and even fewer are allowed to be in the same room as them (don’t even think about touching, really!)  And they’re my girls.  I love the tingling feeling I get every time I feel their long, slender, smooth necks.  And I owe it to them to use my fingers to make them sing, cry, and sometimes scream every note I can get out of them.

This is my first love who will always hold a place in my heart – Amelia.  Now, I will admit that I don’t play her as often as I should, but that’s because she’s my “Ol’ Betsy” – meaning she sits in a place of honor with no expectations of being used because she’s just been outclasses in this time and age, yet still deserves respect.  I love her, dearly, but she’s just a little too old to do what I need to do.

This is my next love. with her jewelry (aka, the strap).  Sadly, though she is like aa sword without a name – she has no name.  I know her personality – calm, relaxed, and very difficult if you aren’t giving her your full attention – but I just can’t find the right one.  I still love her, but until I know who she actually is and what I can call her, we just can’t be in as sync as we need to be to thrive.

And this is the one who has taken my heart by storm – Sheela.  She’s everything I could ever want – beautiful, yet hot.  Pristine, yet dirty.  And awesome, yet even more awesome.  It’s amazing.  I do my damndest to play her every single day, but it gets difficult.  that’s why I put her right across from my bed, so I feel terrible every time I see her and her sad, depressed face.  I love her, and nothing could ever separate us.  Also, her bling is friggin’ gorgeous!

Whoo.  That actually took a lot out of me.  I normally don’t talk about my girls, but I decided that I’m done with that secret.  Especially about Sheela.  Most people don’t even know she exists.

So keep it all a secret, or else I’ll hunt you down and … do… something… nasty… to your face or… something…  Nevermind.

PS – done posting for a little while.  I feel like I’m kinda hoggin’ the bloggin’, and that’s not nice.

Senior year – oh boy, here we go.

Hello blog readers! Before I start on my philosophical journey about senior year and all its wonders thus far, I think it only fair to introduce myself. Just so you know what you are getting into. Buckle your seat-belts kids!

Some Anna info:

Age:17
Year: Senior
School: Billings West
Hobbies/Interests: Music [singing, piano, guitar, flute, harmonica, composition], Art [drawing, sketching, painting, pastels, etc.], Photography, Writing [duh…], Jewelry making, Reading, and going outside to do random crazy things. Like camping and hiking haha.
Activities: Speech and Debate, Worship team at Faith Chapel, co-president of the West High Meistersingers with Tasha Zoani, perhaps some intramural sports in the future? When they come along. Hopefully participating in plays and musical, and adding a dash of outside lessons and adventures. Possibly joining Ecology club too…
Current Job: City Brew Coffee on King avenue and 24th St. W

Alright then, enough about Anna, let’s move on to the topic I have in mind: senior year. It is the year that everyone looks forward to. The year that you get to be the top dog in high school. The year that signifies the end of your high school career. Some rejoice, others groan.

This year is supposed to be the year that we make yet another huge choice in our lives: Where will we go next? Is it to college? If so, which one? What will you major in? If not, what do you plan on doing instead? Where will you live? What job will you get? So many decisions thrust upon such young individuals. It is rather intimidating if you think about it. But it can also be liberating. You get more responsibility, but you also get more freedom. You get to pay your own rent and make your own food, but you also get to decide where to go, when to go, and what you want to do.  Senior year is supposed to prepare all of us wayward teens for this reality.

My hope for this coming year is that I and all of the seniors attending high school in Billings, MT come out of this year with the confidence that they can proceed to the next step, whatever it may be. Perhaps this hope and dream will become a reality, perhaps not. Either way, I plan to make this year count. I don’t want to be stuck doing the same old thing that I did last year. I want this year to be vibrant, exciting, fun-filled, and a sprinkled with a little adventure. I have words of encouragement for all of you who will graduate and throw your hat this spring of 2011:

Do not let this year be just any other year. Make this year YOUR year. Have fun, work hard, and don’t forget to make your life count. Though we are young, we can make movements to change the world we live in. We just have to believe it! (:

Yours truly,
Anna Elizabeth

P.S. Sorry it is so short. I promise I will write more and in better detail with better organization in the future…. d:

My Day: A Vlog

If you didn’t know already, the twentyeleven project has it’s own official YouTube channel. We’ve had a channel for a few weeks now, but the first video was posted on it today, by me. This video is basically a short vide0-log (vlog) about my third day as a Senior. It’s on the long-ish side as far as YouTube videos go, and I wouldn’t exactly call it my best work, but it’s something to watch if you’re extremely bored and need to kill ten minutes.

I made the video with my phone, a Palm Pre Plus. The video quality is passable, but definitely not spectacular. My Kodak z8612IS takes better video, but it’s kind of big and not exactly pocket-friendly. (I’m probably going to use it to make an intro video for the channel in a few days, so you can compare the video-quality then.) I’m hoping to buy a Flip UltraHD video camera and Sony Vegas in a few weeks with some birthday cash, so I can improve the video quality and video editing.

What about podcasts? Well, folks, the cash-flow around OP13 studios is a bit on the slim-side at the moment, so podcasts won’t appear until I receive my next paycheck on September 10th. I still have my trusty old Snowball Mic though, so I may bust out a few podcasts on my personal blog* if I feel so inclined.

So that’s it. Remember to stay tuned and check back for fresh posts daily.

– Will

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* My personal blog technically ended on August 25th, the last day of Summer vacation. However, I left a big empty space in posts where my summer vacation took place, so I will be updating that blog a bit with those older posts. I may randomly post something on there in the future, but don’t expect daily posts, or even somewhat regular posts.

What the Hell!?!

Apparantly, “What the Hell!?!” means “What the Hell does “What the Hell!?!” mean?”  Cuz I don’t remember.  Who knows if it was real.  I was kinda outta it this morning.  I sent a friend who just moved a three-message long text that can, basically, be summed up like this:

1. Sorry I made out with your girlfriend in a dream I had two nights ago.
2. Thank you for getting my stuff back from those douche bags that stole it from my car… in the dream I had last night.
3. Sorrry we didn’t hang out more in the summer.
4. (And this came about three hours after the previous three) And sorry I was friggin’ crazy earlier.

Here is a summed up (though not really much shorter) version of his responses:

1. You have good taste.  Keep it in dreamland.
2. You’re welcome.
3. We got the future, man.
4. No problem, I was rolling on the floor laughing.

Awesomeness.  I like my friends and junk.

Me Encanta la Lluvia!

if you tell the truth when people ask if you’re okay, raise your hand. i noticed today in spanish there are several kids who look like they’re on the brink of losing it, i know this feeling because i’ve been there, and when señora asked them how they were feeling, they said “bien” just like the rest of the robots. I know for a fact i’ve done this too many times to count, but it drives me nuts that they can’t reach out for help. this year at school feels so different. i used to know almost every person walking through the halls, now i’m lucky if i get to say hi to one person in between classes. it’s pathetic. this year isn’t really a good time for me to not have people around.

yeah, that's me, essentially standing on the edge of a cliff. one of my favorite pictures.

please comment, if anyone reads this besides my fellow bloggers, who are also welcome to comment… and tell me what i should rant about next.

Love, Kelci.

I Hate Rain

This is a quick one.  I actually don’t hate rain, but it’s just because I work today.  And, unlike when it storms, my bosses don’t care about the rain and give me things to do.  But there are absolutely, one-hundred percent, undeniably no friggin’ customers in the store when it rains.  Sooo I don’t get to help people like I like doing (actually, love doing.  I absolutely love retail.)  And that sucks.

Also, a preview for tomorrow’s post (or maybe tonight’s, I dunno, I’m just a baby!): What The Hell!?!  Figure that one out, baby birds.  And don’t worry, I shall feed you soon, my hatchlings.  I shall feed you soon.

People are so stupid:)

this post is so titled because it’s true. try to prove me wrong.

this is me, lookin like a circus freak on the first day.

<rant> another thing about me, i really don’t care about people who don’t like me. i’m fully aware of the fact that what i wore that day did not go at all. and i loved it. suck a big toe. i’m so done with people judging others for being themselves. i remember last spring, i saw a girl wearing a white dress who was obviously running late since she was running, and as she passed these other two girls, they look at each other and scoff, saying “wow fake bake…” and it just ticked me off! i didn’t know any of them, but i know the girl in the dress was more beautiful than the other two and they had no right putting her down like that. if stuff like that happens all the time, then i’m stuck with zero hope for humanity. </rant>.

i thought that html thing was clever, since my last one was an obvious fail. i love grapes, and i love telling you all about me.

love, Kelci.

I Love Storms

Why?  Simple – because it gives me something to do at work.  No wait… that’s not quite what I meant to say.  What I meant to say is that it gives me something fun to do at work.

“Well why is that, Joshua/Roy?”

You forgot PANDA MARINE!  And it’s because I get to run around outside in the rain.  Or the hail, as today would have it.  I had to help get some merchandise inside the store; I got elected to roll up everyone’s windows; and, when it rains as hard as it did, nobody in charge pays attention to me.  They’re all “Ooooh, look at the storm, lots of hail, listen to it thunder on the tin roof, ohmagosh!”  And I don’t want to get fired, but Hell, I’m being candid here.  I should get a promotion for being this honest.  Anyway, and when it rains as hard as it did today, I get to go on flood duty.  Yes, that’s right – our store might flood if the water get’s high enough.  And Lordy was it friggin’ awesome to be in the rain trying to get a sump pump to catch so that it can help drain the three and a friggin’ half friggin’ feet of friggin’ water didn’t overflow from our truck bay into the back room of the store.

. . . Friggin’. . .

There was a wall of water shooting four feet out of our ceiling drain less than a foot away from my ass (like, seriously, a ~2.5 inch pipe that was completely filled with water); hail icebergs floating around everywhere; and hail wars that might as well be using shotguns with how painful it felt.  That wass the last hour of my workday, and I loved it. 

Also I saw Spencer.  HI SPENCER!

Area Teen Shops for School Supplies Solo

BILLINGS, MONTANA– According to sources from three different stores, a local teenager purchased school supplies alone today.

“He just walked in here, grabbed a notebook, some binders, a few pencils, and some other crap and left,” said Wal*Mart greeter, Edith Shruuden. “He must have no life or something.”

In addition to a notebook, some binders, and a few pencils, the adolescent was rumored to have purchased eco-friendly Sticky Notes, a wooden ruler, and copy paper. Local Target store shopper Fred Huffman believed that the seemingly innocent school supplies were being used for a more sinister purpose.

Fred Huffman, 42, believed the area teen had different motives for purchasing earth-friendly school supplies.

“Eco-friendly Sticky Notes and a wooden ruler? This guy is clearly an eco-terrorist. Nobody buys earth friendly products,” said a concerned Huffman on Saturday night.

The area teenager stopped at Target, Wal*Mart, and Barnes and Noble. He purchased multiple items at Target and Wal*Mart, but only purchased one sketchbook at B&N.

“Yeah, that kid was weird. He awkwardly walked into the store, looked at the Moleskine notebooks for a bit, and then settled for a cheaper brand,” noted a Barnes and Noble cashier, who asked that his name remained anonymous. “He was pretty clumsy too. He dropped a nickel when I gave him his change.”

After purchasing all of his academic utensils, the area teenager went home and spent the rest of the night watching Saturday Night Live and checking Facebook like a total loser.

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– Will

P.S. I love The Onion. And because I love the Onion so much, I decided to write a post that was similar in format to some of the articles on the Onion. I don’t plan on doing anything like this again, but what did you guys think? Let me know in a comment.

P.S.S. Comment on the other bloggers’ posts too. We want to know what you like!

Fine. Just Wallow In The Dust. Stupid.

So, I’m taking photo this year at school–and–well, I tried to take one of these to the class…(the one with the brown case)

My teacher looked at me, and said, “Man, that’ll work, but it’s an OLDDDDD camera.”

Grrrreat. I was so thrilled at my obvious advantage in the class already.

Marvelous.

Ah, but alas. I found a newer camera my dad failed to mention…TADA.

Well, I loaded up my camera today with some 400 speed film–and it SEEMED to work lovely. I enjoyed the macro and infinity lenses…but they were a TAD dusty. I literally spent an hour and a half dusting the whole thing. Phew. The eighties called, and they want your five hundred dollar camera back dad.

I’ll see how the film turns out when I get it from Albertson’s tomorrow. Lovely place. Not really–especially the one on Grand and 13th. Some intriguing, and possibly questionable characters enjoy perusing for groceries at the locale.

Other than messing with my camera, I finished a little Algebra III homework–fun stuff…Easy–possibly too easy. Afterwards, I went to Caramel Cookie Waffle and purchased two ALMOND HORNS. YUM. YUM. HOLY MOSES. No, golly jee wilikers. It’s basically some sort of almond covered creation dipped in chocolate…ahhh.

“…ALMOND HORNS.”

I have nothing else to say to you tonight. GOOD DAY! And…

Golly, GEE WILIKERS.

*End Blog Transmission!*-Spencer