Storytime: Hanging with Lyn and Tess (before Lyn moves away :’-( )

Aloha humans! Today I hung out with Lyn and Tess so we could hang out one more time before Lyn moves away. Here’re the highlights:

  • Went to a local coffee shop and had some desserts
  • Walked to the dollar store down the road and bought some snacks
  • Went back to Tess’s house
  • We were gonna watch a movie but we ended up just listening to music and hanging out
  • Found out Tess can dance
  • Watched some Thomas Sanders Vine Compilations
  • Then they dropped me off back home

Not too interesting a day, but it was pretty fun anyway. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!

-Lorie

Storytime: The Annual Great Hair Debate!

Aloha humans! Summer is coming to an end, which means I have to get a haircut and an eye appointment. As with every year the Great Hair Debate has ensued. Here’s the info:

  • I have expressed interest in wanting my hair cut short.
  • If I leave it long, I want to wear it in an over-the-shoulder braid.
  • I must have my bangs trimmed.
  • My mother (who pays for my haircuts and therefore has a say) wants me to get my hair cut in a style.
  • She’s fine with short, but she wants me to get a specific cut. Doesn’t matter which one, just something specific.

So, the compromise seems to be a short hairstyle. Now part two comes in. I have to choose a style.

More specs:

  • No Pixies (I don’t want it, Mom won’t allow it)
  • I want feminine or androgynous cuts
  • My mother and I have to agree
  • I have yet to find a style I like

So, what about long hair?

  • If I leave my hair long, Mom wants it to have a specific cut (of my choosing)
  • I just want my bangs trimmed and to wear my hair braided
  • It is unlikely we’ll ever agree on this matter

So far, here are the solutions I have:

  1. Have Mom look at haircuts with me so we can easily find one we agree on
  2. Find a way to pay for my own haircut before tomorrow and get the bangs trimmed
  3. Just let Mom choose the haircut, then wear it however I want

I’m leaning towards option 1.

I’ll fill you in on how it goes shortly! Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!

-Lorie

Singing

Okay, we’ve already established my eclectic taste in music, and anyone who’s been to Bro’s blog knows music runs in the family.

I play ukulele and sing, Lizzie is one of the best singers I know, Bro is a composer, and even Blue loves music even if he isn’t much of a singer.

So, here’s the thing:

I like singing, but I don’t like singing in public. I don’t mind being onstage, I don’t mind it if my siblings are singing too, heck I don’t even mind singing along to the radio in public if it’s playing loudly. The reason I don’t like singing in public is…

it annoys people. I don’t like annoying people. I hate it when people do stuff that annoys me, so I don’t wanna annoy others.

Sometimes I can’t help it though. Yesterday in the grocery store I was singing as I shopped, sometimes at school I would get a song stuck in my head and would need to hum or sing it, and when my friends and I did a sort of public performance in front of a McDonald’s on the way to Corpus Christi.

On Sunday, I wanted to have some alone time. We were at my Mamaw (paternal grandmother)’s house. Whenever we’re outside there, we usually sit under the carport down at the end of the drive way (the driveway is kinday shaped like a y. The front is a circle drive, and a lond straight bit leads to the carport). So, to get away from everyone, I walked around to the front and opened the back of my dad’s car. *He drives one of these:

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I think that’s the exact one? it looks very similair at least.)

Then I sat in the big trunk space in the back with my legs sticking out. From there, I could be comfortably outside while it was hot and (in theory) no one would bother me.

After a bit I started singing. Any song that would pop into my head. I was glad to be alone, cuz my siblings would sing along to the ones they knew (which would’ve bugged me at that particular time) and my dad would probably get annoyed. But when I was right in the middle of the chorus of Iris (Goo Goo Dolls) my dad walks around the car to ask where Blue was.

I nearly had a heart attack. However, to spare the moment from being too akward I finished the chorus of the song.

It was awful.

This was another one of those posts that goes nowhere. Sorry about that! Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!

-Lorie

Storytime(?): The Gift

Aloha! Finaly, I can talk about the present I gave Lizzy for her birthday.

I made a one-person performance of Be More Chill, performed and edited by me. I even had costumes!

No, you can not see it. For multiple reasons. One, it’s very poor quality. I’m missing some lines and the editing could be better. Two, I only have Act 1 done right now. I’m giving her Act 2 for the winter holidays. And Three, I’d like to maintain a level of anonymity online. I’m pretty open about most stuff, but I’d rather not have my face shown.

So, there you go. All the hype seems way over-done when I see it typed out like this. But, whatever. It was fun and exhausting to create.

I edited in IMovie (never do that) and it crashed s often I got three days behind schedule and had to re-do a scene and a half. I ended up finishing it on the car ride to her party. She loved it though. The novelty made up for the low quality just as I hoped it would.

Welp, I think that sums it up! Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!

-Lorie

Fictophilia?

Aloha humans! One of my biggest obsessions is Be More Chill as you surely know by now. Well, this awesome Tumblr blog combines BMC and this book called Ready Player One. I really really like that blog, so of course I desperately wanted to read this book!

Then, the other day, my mom was having me look through her IBooks app to find a book she wanted me to read on an old IPhone she lent me. I didn’t find the book she was looking for, but guess what I found all the way at the bottom of the list.

READY PLAYER ONE!!!!!!!!

So, of course I had to read it immediately! Thanks to a few other things I had to do first I haven’t made much progress yet (I’m only on Chapter 6) but what I’ve read so far has me hooked! Chapter 6 is where the kicker comes.

Now would be a good time to mention that I am a sucker for videogames, old movies, old music, and reading (this is important).

Chapter 6 is where the author begins to explore the main character (Wade Watts, aka Parzival) and his obsession with the Hunt.

Warning, Spoilers ahead!!!

So, it starts going in depth on how much 80s knoweledge Parzival has and my goodness. The kid is obsessed! Obviously, since the Hunt literally is his life. But it starts descirbing the stuff he knows. All the authors he’s read, shows he’s watched, books and songs memorized. I’m already super impressed at this point, but then he starts describing how he works through the videogames, and I’ve never been attracted to a fictional character before, but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t wanna date Wade. I can’t decide if I wanna be him or marry him. Seriously.

Spoilers Over!!!

Bottom line? This book is amazing, I’d totally date Parzival, and everyone who likes videogames and/or the 80s should read this book! And check out
ask-readyplayergaymers on tumblr!!!

Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!

-Lorie

 

Storytime: Kindergarten

Aloha humans! I talk a lot about the first half of Highschool, and that is really such a small part of my life, so… let’s talk about kindergarten!

This is really a collection of stories from Kindergarten, so be ready for that.

So, first, on the first day I met Lyn. We shared Play-Doh, I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this before.

Now, for some new, more interesting stories.

This maybe could’ve been mentioned in my love life post, but I didn’t think it counts. In Kindergarten, this kid (we’ll call him Go-Go, since that was a nickname he went by) had a crush on me. He didn’t talk much but he would follow me around, he’d set his mat next to mine for nap time, and he was kinda creeping me out. I won’t deny I once took advantage of that crush to borrow his blanket when it was cold, but aside from that one thing, I was mostly uncomfortable. There was this treehouse the line-leader got to nap in and I always liked it when he or I was line-leader cuz then he couldn’t set his mat by mine. I’d even be near the door cuz nobody went there since the light made it hard to sleep.

Another thing, I was crazy about drawing even back then. I really wanted to play with blocks one time, but everybody else was using them and wouldn’t let me play. So instead I drew out what I would build. I even kept track of how many blocks there were of each shape so I didn’t draw anything I couldn’t actually do. My teacher called me an architect an I got fixated on that for a few days before I finally decided architecture wasn’t for me.

We had these really cool MLP toys that were like, pull-back scooters they could ride on, a little toy radio that I either stole or had one exactly like (I can’t remember which) and a bunch of other stuff like that. I always loved playing with those, especially the radio cuz it had one up-beat song and one lullaby and neither had lyrics so they were really pleasant to listen to.

One time we were playing hide-n-seek and I was the queen of hide-n-seek, let me tell you. I’d always think to hide in places nobody really thought of. Anyway, one time I decided to hide in my locker. We were the cool class that had lockers instead of cubbies (it was awesome). So, I hid in my locker thinking “I know how to get out of these from the inside, I saw it on TV once.” Turns out, however, that the little latch thing on the inside of lockers is a pinching hazard and had a guard over it so we tiny kindergarteners wouldn’t pinch our fingers. So, I was stuck. I didn’t say anything right away, cuz I still wanted to win. However, the other kids (except Lyn) gave up when they couldn’t find me. And then the teacher went to start circle time. That’s when I started banging on the locker, but nobody noticed at first. I get that it was a loud classroom but geez! Anyway, eventually the teacher let me out of the locker and banned hide-n-seek.

There was a kid in our class (let’s call him… Brad) who was pretty nice. Brad was always trying to help people and was one of the few kids other than Lyn that I consistently got along with. He moved away early in Middle School, btw. Anyhoo, one time it was almost Valentine’s Day and I decided to make paper hearts for everyone in the class. Brad really wanted to help. I told him I could handle it. He picked up the scissors I was using and said, “but look! I’m good with scissors!” Being an idiotic six-year-old, I reached for the scissors to go back to working. I couldn’t care less how good he was with scissors, this was my project. Unfortunately, I should’ve payed more attention to what I was doing, because a moment later my finger really hurt. I did the typical Kindergarten remedy of putting it in my mouth, and when I took it out to check it, the finger was covered in blood. I screamed. The teacher rushed me to the nurse who wrapped it up. Turns out Brad had inadvertently cut off the tip of my finger when I so stupidly reached for the scissors. I was fine, but I had to wear a bandage around my finger for two days. When we tried to take it off  it ripped and left the soft layer causing me to think I really messed up my finger. I was fine tho and the fingertip grew back, so no worries.

Side note: I think it was 1st grade but the same kid gave me a cool Santa figure for a Winter Holiday Gift Exchange™. So that was cool.

One time Lyn convinced the teacher to let us share the tree house.

The tree house had an alcove underneath it where kids played dress-up and house. I once walked around the whole classroom in over-sized high heels and I was sooooo proud of myself.

Man, I miss Kindergarten. I wish I could re-live it sometimes. Just for a few days. Anyhoo, I hope you humans enjoyed this. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!

-Lorie

Storytime(?): Anon Love

More or less… I’ve started a thing, and since I’ve been signing it, I guess I can talk about it here.

So, whenever I find a link to a writer’s Tumblr at the end of a fic, I got to their blog and leave a positive message. I do it on Tumblr cuz it gives them publicity and because the first time I did this, the author said that nobody cared about their Tumblr. I wanted to prove them wrong.

So far I’ve done this for 18 blogs. Whenever I see a response, I take a screencap of it and save it on my computer. When I get 20, I’ll post them here.

Until then, thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!

-Lorie