I'm typing this entry at the same time as I'm typing the previous entry, but this one is pretty different. I discovered that I don't really write about myself very often on here, and (for now) my about me thing is pretty useless. So I figured I'd write some random stuff about myself. I might add more later.
Random mental stuff, there are some things that I always mix up. Like, no matter what, I'll always say the wrong one. Pearl Jam and Pink Floyd; Billy Joel and Elton John; Celine Dion and Shania Twain (there's a story behind that one). Those are the music ones. Spanish and Science. I totally know the difference, but my mind just has a redirect for each one that changes what I'm thinking into something else unrelated.
Other random thing: I'm glad I have a few followers on here (for whatever reason), but it would be kinda neat if there was any evidence that someone I don't know IRL was reading too. All my followers are real life friends, ditto on youtube (although there are some random people who have tried to friend me on there) and Facebook. Actually, on Twitter it's different. I only have followers in the teens (12? 17?) but only a couple are people I know. (mainly because hardly anyone I know has a Twitter. I like to tell myself I'm ahead of the game, that they'll all have one eventually, especially considering how popular it is everywhere except in my peer group) And the strangers, I have no idea why they're following me. Actually, I'm not one to talk, I am following a bit less than 70 people on Twitter, and over a third are fictional characters (who don't tweet much) and a majority of the rest are websites and celebrities. Anyway. My point was that it would be cool to think that I am entertaining random people.
About me physically: a lot of people think I'm tall. I'm a bit taller than most girls, but my height is not abnormal. Everyone just overexaggerates a few inches. That said, I kinda wish I was shorter. Also, I'm blonde. Not a stereotype I'd like to be associated with, but whatever.
Usually in “about me” page things they ask you favorite movies, music, TV shows, and other typical things. I think it would be cooler to tell you guys about my other favorites instead. My favorite smells are woodsmoke (as mentioned in the last entry), jasmine, orange blossoms, lilacs, lavender, rain, wet pavement, chocolate chip cookies baking, freshly cut grass (so original! Actually, it reminds me of where I used to live) aaand other stuff I can't think of right now. My favorite (simple) foods are nachos, rice crispy treats, honey nut cheerios, grape/cherry tomatoes, peanut butter, sushi... I like making faces at babies, procrastinating, and the characters in musicals who get electric guitar solos from the orchestra when they show up (like Roger from RENT (though he plays the electric guitar; kinda cheating), Inspector Javert from Les Misérables (it's only really in the song “The Robbery/Javert's Intervention (Another Brawl)” but it's awesome, trust me), Freddie Trumper from Chess, and from Pirates 3 the song “Parlay” when (almost) all the cool characters meet up on a sandbar and the electric guitar riffing rocks. Not a musical, but the soundtrack is super awesome, so yeah.)
Stuff about me and Les Mis. I really like Les Mis; I have for about four years now? I think so. It's a wonderful wonderful novel, and also an awesome musical (and ten million movies, but I'm not going into that). The other day (actually, the first night we stayed in a hotel on this trip; it was in Phoenix) I acquired three different recordings of Les Mis, completing my collection. I had the Original Broadway Cast (OBC) and the Tenth Anniversary Concert (TAC), and I got the Complete Symphonic Recording (CSR), the Original London Cast (OLC) anf the French Concept Album (I don't think it has a commonly-used acronym). Anyway, I seem like a dork, I'm sure, caring so much about different versions of the same musical (granted, one of them is in French so it's pretty different), but it's a big deal. Different styles of conducting, slightly different lyrics, different performers, and vastly different song lists makes every version a unique edition of the musical, and all great in their own way. That and caring about which translation I read shows you two big things about my personality: how obsessed I am with Les Mis, and also how ardent I can be about things I care about.
Oh, other random thing that has always bugged me that is not interesting enough for anyone to want to listen to me rant about (so I'll just blog it so you can skip over it): one time I was in the car with my sister, aunt, and cousin, and my (teenage, male) cousin was driving. He was skipping through radio stations and I heard an unmistakable second or so of “At the End of the Day,” so of course I asked him to go back for just a second so I could make sure. Being a jerk, he didn't. Later, he was skipping though again, and I heard a bit of “Red and Black.” I don't think I need to tell you what happened again, but I was so internally frustrated. I've never heard a radio station play Broadway music, and to miss out on at least finding out what station it was just bugged me in a way I can't express. It's like some magic person points out something that will give you eternal happiness, and then rushes you away before you got a proper glance. And you will never see it again. Tragic.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Yo! I'm blogging in a random, noninternet-y place, typing on Open Office right now. I know I haven't blogged lately (I missed June! I'm terribly sorry! I'l post two entries this month.), but I've been busy doing stuff like climbing mountains, driving in the middle of the night, being on facebook, taking pictures, and other such adventures. I'm on a big long vacationy trip, all over the place, so yeah. Busy. Also, typing has an amazing way of flattening time. This entry will most likely not be written all at once. Right now, I'm in a stuffed car, typing on my laptop.
I wouldn't even be blogging if I hadn't been inspired by Julie and Julia, a pretty good movie about food blogging. And more. In the movie (based on a true story), the main character had a billion followers on her blog. And she mostly wrote about cooking stuff. But I was thinking (also being inspired by Hyperbole and a Half, a part webcomic, part regular blog that is hilarious) that I might get more followers (not that I really care) if I was funny or something. Not something you can force, I suppose. I guess I could start with more frequent updates, and then work on the whole “be interesting” thing. So right now, I'll just spill super random stuf about the trip so far that needs to be spilled (as lately, I've been neglecting my blog and my diary equally).
The other day, we were driving towards Bryce Canyon National Park, and we drove through the Red Canyon area. The weather was in the eighties (felt awesome compared to the 100's in Vegas) and the beautiful red rock formations/cliffs/mountains were gorgeous, and there was a controlled burn/prescribed fire going on nearby, and I LOVE the smell of that. Like, I have an unnatural love for the smell of woodsmoke. One of the symptoms of pyromania, I suppose, but it's not like the smell of cigarettes or burning rubber or any other kind of burning. Like when there were (bad) wildfires going on in Georgia and North Florida, and the air smelled like smoke all the time (and ashes floated around all over the place), I loved it. I know it was bad and that they were huge, scary, uncontrollable fires ripping through the world, but it just smelled so good.
We've been at a much higher elevation than usual for this whole trip, and it is also very dry. Where I live, the elevation is a bit more than 100 feet, and it's super humid. Around here, we're usually between 6,000 and 10,000 feet, and we're in deserts and other craziness. As a result, my lips are the biggest victim of this trip. They burn. Plus, headaches and having to drink more than usual make my lips even drier, plus doing stuff when I'm mentally absent means I chew on my lips. In conclusion, ow. I need to get some chapstick. Also the air is thinner (less dense?) at higher elevations oo. Not sure how that fits in.
The days and nights are blending together (not with each other though, thank goodness) and it's very hard to keep track of where we were when. Besides looking at pictures, which clarifies things, it's all a blur of driving, sleeping in hotels and the car and the tent, letterboxing, and walking/hiking. Everywhere we go is so variegated. We've seen tons of mountains, but they're all different colors and shapes. Like the hoodoos in Bryce Canyon, and the plateaus in Texas, and the monoliths in Arizona, and the big craggy, waterfally ones in Yosemite. And as cities go, Phoenix and Las Vegas and Sacramento and Hollywood and San Francisco and Milpitas and Salida and Oakland and Loomis and Fairfield and so on were all so different from each other. Even with all the differences in landscape though, time is flying and blurring. I feel a bit homesick for boring, humid, flat land and a consistent place to sleep with internet and reliable food sources. On the other hand though, I don't want all the action to end either. Then the time will pass even sooner and the rest of the summer will be a crazed mess of summer reading, band camp and being lazy and nocturnal.
Right now I look like an idiot, wearing my geeky rectangular glasses and my shades resting on top of them covering my forehead. It's my version of transition lenses.
I wouldn't even be blogging if I hadn't been inspired by Julie and Julia, a pretty good movie about food blogging. And more. In the movie (based on a true story), the main character had a billion followers on her blog. And she mostly wrote about cooking stuff. But I was thinking (also being inspired by Hyperbole and a Half, a part webcomic, part regular blog that is hilarious) that I might get more followers (not that I really care) if I was funny or something. Not something you can force, I suppose. I guess I could start with more frequent updates, and then work on the whole “be interesting” thing. So right now, I'll just spill super random stuf about the trip so far that needs to be spilled (as lately, I've been neglecting my blog and my diary equally).
The other day, we were driving towards Bryce Canyon National Park, and we drove through the Red Canyon area. The weather was in the eighties (felt awesome compared to the 100's in Vegas) and the beautiful red rock formations/cliffs/mountains were gorgeous, and there was a controlled burn/prescribed fire going on nearby, and I LOVE the smell of that. Like, I have an unnatural love for the smell of woodsmoke. One of the symptoms of pyromania, I suppose, but it's not like the smell of cigarettes or burning rubber or any other kind of burning. Like when there were (bad) wildfires going on in Georgia and North Florida, and the air smelled like smoke all the time (and ashes floated around all over the place), I loved it. I know it was bad and that they were huge, scary, uncontrollable fires ripping through the world, but it just smelled so good.
We've been at a much higher elevation than usual for this whole trip, and it is also very dry. Where I live, the elevation is a bit more than 100 feet, and it's super humid. Around here, we're usually between 6,000 and 10,000 feet, and we're in deserts and other craziness. As a result, my lips are the biggest victim of this trip. They burn. Plus, headaches and having to drink more than usual make my lips even drier, plus doing stuff when I'm mentally absent means I chew on my lips. In conclusion, ow. I need to get some chapstick. Also the air is thinner (less dense?) at higher elevations oo. Not sure how that fits in.
The days and nights are blending together (not with each other though, thank goodness) and it's very hard to keep track of where we were when. Besides looking at pictures, which clarifies things, it's all a blur of driving, sleeping in hotels and the car and the tent, letterboxing, and walking/hiking. Everywhere we go is so variegated. We've seen tons of mountains, but they're all different colors and shapes. Like the hoodoos in Bryce Canyon, and the plateaus in Texas, and the monoliths in Arizona, and the big craggy, waterfally ones in Yosemite. And as cities go, Phoenix and Las Vegas and Sacramento and Hollywood and San Francisco and Milpitas and Salida and Oakland and Loomis and Fairfield and so on were all so different from each other. Even with all the differences in landscape though, time is flying and blurring. I feel a bit homesick for boring, humid, flat land and a consistent place to sleep with internet and reliable food sources. On the other hand though, I don't want all the action to end either. Then the time will pass even sooner and the rest of the summer will be a crazed mess of summer reading, band camp and being lazy and nocturnal.
Right now I look like an idiot, wearing my geeky rectangular glasses and my shades resting on top of them covering my forehead. It's my version of transition lenses.
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