Poof! Reality Time

So, because of the embarassment associated with yesterday’s post, I now DID NOT POST YESTERDAY. Understand? Good.

Lysander: And we’re not going to discuss the “Paul is dead” thing anymore. [imitation of Blue Meanie] Is that understood, Max?

[sigh] No, your Blueness.

Lysander: That’s better.

Now then, let us discuss real life.

In second grade, I was a great basketball player. The only girl who played at lunch, too. Our team won a lot. However, I haven’t played since then, and I now have to face the facts: I play basketball worse than a banana slug. And they don’t even have hands.

The winner of my basketball game.

And on a new topic: I wonder if Andrew still has a crush on me? I was pretty sure he did last year when he left a valentine on my desk in February and not on anyone else’s. But he’s not in any of my classes this year, and I haven’t spoken to him since the beginning of last year when he assumed I didn’t know what “foreign” meant.

I also think another boy who’s in my Core class might like me…

Well, he gave me half a cookie because I didn’t bring my stuff for the barter session today.

But what I found intriguing was this: A couple weeks ago during my I-can-only-think-of-Yellow-Submarine period, I was bored waiting for the spelling test to start and I doodled a little pepper shaker in the top left corner. It wasn’t something easily noticed. I also started to draw a little monster, then erased it, but not too well. Still, as I said, it wasn’t very noticeable. After the test, he was the one who corrected it.

When I got it back, he’d written “nice!” next to both pictures.

What does this mean?

Tags: Beatles, boys, first 10, imaginary friends, school, Yellow Submarine

Beatles on the Brain

Note: If you have an aversion to bizarre and/or annoyed statements involving Beatles songs, or you’re just tired of me complaining about it, please skip this message.

The Beatles are eating my brain!

No, really. I’ve listened to so many CDs my brain has been reduced to microscopic size. You might say I’m Beatle-brained. [Ba-dum CRASH!]

Okay, puns aside, I have made some very astute (and obvious) observations recently. For example, last night I was listening to Yellow Submarine, and the first thing I thought when “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” came on was “Someone was high when this was written.” You think?

And also, I found something strange in “Think For Yourself”. Has anyone else noticed that weird voice with the somewhat higher pitch on most of the lines? Should I have noticed this sooner? Is it in fact not strange at all?

Well, my brain is on a different setting now. Today, instead of listening to songs from Yellow Submarine all out of order, I was treated to a mix of little bits of songs from Help! I should never have listened to that CD last night. But it was a nice change. (Lysander: “Getting better all the time.” Me: “Oh, stop it.”)

Yeah, you’ll have to see my new page for an explanation of that one.

Oh, by the way, Paul is not dead. In case you were wondering. That’s the second thing that comes up when you Google “Billy Shears”. I did that a couple nights ago and learned three things: 1) Billy Shears does not exist. 2) Neither does Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. 3) Paul is not dead.

Then I stuck a note on the fridge that says “Paul is not dead.” No one’s taken it down yet.

And last night, after my bath, Duncan wrote in the steam on the mirror “I ? U.” So underneath it I wrote “P.S. Paul is not dead.” And on the other mirror I wrote “Paul lives!”

Yep, definitely something wrong there.

So far I haven’t noticed anything else in Yellow Submarine, but I’m being distracted by “You’re Going to Lose That Girl” right now, so all outside thoughts have been driven out of my head, except that I wrote another thousand words in NaNoWriMo.

Tags: Beatles, errors, first 10, imaginary friends, NANOWRIMO, Yellow Submarine

The “Erratic Jacket” Phenomenon

I have now seen Yellow Submarine way too many times now (exactly 8 and counting) and have noticed some bizarre errors. The funniest and most inexplicable one I will address here. I like to call it the “Paul’s Erratic Jacket” phenomenon. There are some other things I could call it, but they sounded even more stupid.

I have noticed a strange thing in regard to Paul’s jacket. Throughout the course of the movie, the color cycles between black, brown, and purple, with purple the dominant color. Once I even saw it turn sort of reddish.

The other part of the “Erratic Jacket” phenomenon is yet another odd cycle. The back of the jacket cycles between being solid, split (what do you call that?), and occasionally sort of in between. As with the color purple, the split appearance is dominant.

I have also noted that this continues after they put on the band uniforms. This has led me to believe that this cycle occurs simply by virtue of it being Paul’s.

Yes, I’m insane enough to notice this.

Another error I’ve noticed involves people’s reactions. I’ll give an example:

When they get out of the submarine in “Nowhere Land”, John is in front, followed by Ringo, George, and Paul in that order. Paul says “Let’s show him our motor,” and then they all stop while John turns around and says something about “You don’t want to be showing your motor to just anybody.”

Here is the point I am addressing. After John says whatever he says, George says “Yeah, but this is a nobody.” When he says that, he leans forward slightly, yet neither Paul nor Ringo seems to notice. In fact, they don’t react at all.

This sort of thing occurs frequently throughout the movie. I’ll probably find fault with something else soon, but for now, thanks for letting me waste your time.

Tags: Beatles, Erratic Jacket, errors, first 10, Yellow Submarine

Toasters

Yesterday I came across the phrase “utopian toaster world” in a book I was reading, and it made me squee (…excited?). And I was considering renaming my blog “Utopian Toaster World”.

And then I wondered whether that would get me into an asylum.

I’m going to say something that will get me made fun of, and it’s this:

The other day I almost had a panic attack because I couldn’t remember if John Lennon or Paul McCartney was dead.

I’m exaggerating. But I’d watched Yellow Submarine 6 times by then (and stupid me, watched it again Monday night and have all the songs in my head AGAIN) and so I looked it up at lunch. I remember thinking that my thoughts sounded really morbid. “I can’t remember which one is dead!” I mean, really.

I’m insane.

Hey, I wrote a lot just now. How come I can’t do this for NANOWRIMO?

Grr.

Tags: Beatles, first 10, morbid, NANOWRIMO, toaster

NANOWRIMO and Poetry

NANOWRIMO has finally started! What is this bizarre acronym? I’ll tell you.

NAtional

NOvel

WRIters’

MOnth

Awesome, eh? Means I’ll get some work done (finally) on my novel, Pomegranate Seeds. I also created two more decent characters, resurrected and ancient plot device, and implanted a poem. Wanna read it? I wrote it for a friend and then thought better of it. I’ll give you some of the paragraph, too, just to put it in perspective.

“How’s your poetry going?” she asked to fill the silence.

“Not so great,” I muttered. “But look what I found shoved in the bottom of Mom’s old backpack, the one she was going to donate!” I set a crumpled sheet of paper on the table, and together we read the words, written in my mom’s seventh-grade messy scrawl.

 

You don’t know me.

 

Nobody really knows me.

Do I really know you?

 

I can’t look enthusiastic about anything

Because I don’t want to look like a total dork

Even though I already do.

 

I can’t start a conversation with you

Because I don’t trust myself to know who my friends are.

I once made the mistake of believing

The people who called themselves my friends.

I tried to tell them, It’s not my fault I have to move,

I don’t want to be like everyone else.

They didn’t listen.

 

So I say meaningless things

And wait for you to talk first

Because I don’t really know you.

I’m afraid, if I know you,

You’ll start to know me,

And I’ll be alone again.

 

I’m different from everybody else.

 

I like dragons because they’re interesting,

And because I need to prove to my 3rd-grade bully

That dragons aren’t “just for boys.”

 

Now you know.

I hope you don’t hate me for it.

Well! Riveting, huh? A bizarre poem? A mysterious bit of info? Sound like something you’d want to read?

Well…I hope so.

On a lighter note, I’m immersed in a great series known as T’Witches, “witch” involves two teenage witches who find out they’re twins after having lived on opposite ends of the country for, oh, 15 years.

And I finally figured out how to make a link!

And I have a new idea for a nonfiction novel in the first person about this whole ant problem, called It Came From Behind the Light Switch.

And that’s all I have to say for now.

Tags: first 10, NANOWRIMO