Stories

I've realized how much I enjoy them. My dad can just go off for hours and I'll sit and listen and wish I were writing it all down. They're not even exciting stories, really, just stories. In general. Like how my dad's best friend showed up at their wedding with a baby carrier in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other, how my dad put a tape recorder in his baby sister's closet at night to scare her, how my mom once nailed all the kitchen cupboards shut. I don't know. They're wonderful.

I was listening to Utada Hikaru's "Sanctuary" and I realized, if you look up the lyrics, it has several lines backwards, but it's not at all what the lines sound like in the song. So why is it, when you reverse a sound clip, it doesn't sound like all the words written backwards?

School

Is picking up like crazy and I've realized I know absolutely zilch about video editing. But I'm gonna suck it up and make a half-decent movie over the course of about four hours tomorrow. xD Hopefully I'll be successful.

Also, any good that I do in Geometry is sort of killed by the fact that I'm...a junior and I'm still only in Geometry. It's a shame because it's a satisfying feeling, doing a difficult...problem. Y'know...one that you think is difficult. *sigh* It's not my fault my old school was kind of slack in their math program.

It's October and that means you should all read Ray Bradbury. He's an October kind of guy. Particularly Something Wicked This Way Comes and The Halloween Tree. Go. Go and do.