Wrockstock November 13, 2010

I would like to say thank you to all the amazing people who made Wrockstock one of the best moments of my entire life. So here we go.

Thank you to the friends you’ve barely met who feel like they’ve been your friend for your whole life.

Thank you to the friends who yell, “You’re sexy!” when you’re performing, to make you feel like you have crazed fangirls.

Thank you to the friends who vlog about you.

Thank you to the friends who help you stalk Alex Carpenter.

Thank you to the friends who interview the aforementioned Carpenter after stalking him.

Thank you to the friends who then go and get you another effing picture with Alex Carpenter even though every single time you’ve met him, you’ve gotten a picture.

Thank you to the friends who you meet in the airport, talk to for two minutes, and then give you chocolate.

Thank you to the friends who are actually coconuts.

Thank you to the friends who say that the aforementioned Juarez the Coconut smelled good as he was cremated.

Thank you to the friends who are so great that you missed half of Marked As His Equal’s set just to watch them play.

Thank you to the friends who ask for your autograph. I mean, wtf? Greatest moment ever.

Thank you to the friends who think your band is “totally awesome” and then get a picture with you, and the whole time you’re hyperventilating because you love their band.

Thank you to the friends who are very specific with the prize-giving ladies just so they’ll get you the right dinosaur toy.

Thank you to the friends who introduce sets with nothing but, “Fuck you, it’s Gred and Forge.”

Thank you to the friends who pick you up and spin you around a million times.

Thank you to the friends who give you daps.

Thank you to the friends who steal pillowcases.

Thank you to the friends who crash Wrockstock.

Thank you to the friends who twist their ankles rocking out too hard.

Thank you to the friends you will never effing forget.

Happy Happy Happy Shiny! April 19, 2010

Oh hey! Guess what? It’s SSSSUUMMMMMEEEERRR! Hooray! It’s so pretty outside, and the birds are chirping and flowers are blooming and all that jazz! *happydance!*

I am freaking happy. It’s sunny and warm outside, I’m about to go to the library, I’m trying to convince Nemo that I want to see Riverworld not just because Tahmoh Penikett’s is the main character, but also because it looks sort of awesome and it’s based on a sci fi classic. Life is good. This is awesome.

Today is awesome because:

-It’s nice outside!

-It’s 5:55, and that’s lucky.

-MattandLaurenaregettingmarried awwwwwww!

-My nail polish is shiny!

-And sparkly.

-I’m blogging about shininess and Tahmoh Penikett.

-I’m listening to “This is a Power Ballad” by Tom Riddle and Friends.

-I currently have Facebook on the “Pirate” language setting.

-I’m wearing a tank top, which pretty much means that summer’s here in my book.

-I’m looking at a picture of me and my cousin Boo when we were really little. Awww!

-We’re making pizza.

-I’ve started re-watching Battlestar for the third time.

-I talked to Cate yesterday!

-I quoted Sam Anders in the grocery store today.

Adios!

Awesome: The awesome list above.

Unawesome: Our bathroom is apparently being infested with wasps and I would really like to bathe.

I just have issues with hating. March 4, 2010

Oh hey!

Okay, so I’m still kinda giddy about The Bloggess commenting on my post and calling me, and I quote, bad-ass, but seriously? Who wouldn’t be happy? The Bloggess praising your blog post is like J.K. Rowling calling you up and being all, “Wow! I really like your book!” It’s like Luna Lovegood making you your very own dirigible plum earrings because she thinks you rule. It’s like Kara Thrace telling you that you’re badass and that everyone wants you (that is true in general). It’s like Karl Agathon telling you that you’re ridiculously honorable and nice, so much, in fact, that your name actually means “the beautiful and the good.” It’s like Albus Dumbledore naming his blog after a quote of yours. It’s like Alex Carpenter telling you that you’re universally adored. It’s like JFF telling you that you have mad kazoo skills. It’s like Matt Maggiacomo telling you that you have an awesome voice and mad guitar skills. It’s like Lauren Fairweather telling you that you have an extremely pretty voice. It’s like Joe DeGeorge telling you that you have UNLIMITED FREAKING ENTHUSIASM! It’s like… um, okay. I’m getting a bit crazy here. XD

So anyway, did you like my hate poem I wrote yesterday? Or did I just scare all of you off?  By “all of you,” I mean, of course, my mother and my friend Anne. I’m pretty sure you two are the only ones who read this. Frak, I don’t even know if Anne just sometimes reads. I love you, though, Anne!

Anyway, back to the poems. I’ve been wanting to write another one, but I’m not sure what to write it about. Therefore, I am making this list of things I hate.

1. Writer’s block.

2. Tory Foster. Ahem.

3. People who are terrible at grammar.

4. Harry/Hermione shippers (sorry, y’all).

5. I’m actually having trouble thinking of things to hate.

6. Screw this list thing. I thought this was an awesome idea, but I just have issues with hating.

Why is “gel” spelled with a “g” and “jelly” is spelled with a “j?” That. Makes. No. Sense. It should be “jel.”

Anyway. Um. Have you noticed how on hayleyghoover’s blog, when she does the “sexy/unsexy” thing (which, by the way, is partly the inspiration for my “awesome/unawesome”), she always does, like, different things each time, and I’m all, “Awesome: Galen Tyrol. Awesome: Galen Tyrol. Awesome: Karl Agathon. Awesome: Kara Thrace. Awesome: Karl Agathon.” I may be fangirlish, but at least I’m repetitively fangirlish.

Ohmygawd. I just looked out of the window and said, “Wow! It’s raining so hard!” Then Thea and I remembered that Apollo the Humping Bunny was outside in his cage and then we staged a rapid rescue mission, but it started hailing or something, although it could’ve been snow, but then it just stopped. And then started again. And stopped. And started. So basically, that whole story was pointless, but Apollo’s inside now.

Adios!

Awesome: Repetitively fangirling. YRSH.

Unawesome: Being hatey. I like being lovey.

Carousing with CUPID! February 20, 2010

Ahalhflasflkhahfsa! Ohmygawd! I haven’t written in so long! I missed blogging, but I just haven’t had time.

Holycrap. So much stuff has happened. First, we went to Oklahoma City for Carousing with Cupid because we are ridiculous and nerdy and awesome, and let me tell you, I didn’t regret that at all. I had such! an amazing time! On Saturday, we (Mum, Nemo, and I, unfortunately, Cate couldn’t come) went to the local science museum, and that was AWESOME! Like, super awesome! Like, super duper awesome!

And then in the night, we went to Carousing with Cupid and it was so much fun! I got to see Cryssy and Nate and Abby (who was right across the hall in our hotel!) and Danii and Matt and Justin, who gave me some of his amazingly amazing wonderful fabulous hugs.

And the concert! SO. Much. Fun. Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls were marvelously marvelous as always, and Ministry of Magic was ridiculously fun, as always, and the Whomping Willows were effing awesome as always, and Justin Finch-Fletchley and the Sugar Quills were so much fun, as always, and the Remus Lupins were frakking amazing, as always! Oooh, and I only saw part of Into the Pensieve’s set, but they seemed super awesome!

In short, I had sooooo much fun. I can’t even begin to describe how amazing it was. This blog cannot do it justice. And also, the cupcakes were delicious. And the merch… the merch was awesome. As always.

So, that’s the main thing I wanted to talk about. I’m not sure what else to say, but I’ve had a great couple of days! Tonight, I’m going to get to see Uncle Jason and Theo and oh-my-God-I-can’t-believe-I’m-forgetting-her-name, which is super awesome, because Uncle Jason is the bestest. It’s just too bad Henry won’t be there. 😦

Oh, and speaking of Henrys, Henry Green is soooooo adorable! I mean, he has so much hair already! *dies from the cute*

Hmmm… I’m really not quite sure what to talk about next….

Sorry for the crappy post, y’all. My brain just isn’t really working right now. >.<

Awesome: Karl Perfectpants (See?! I told you I would have more of him. When I make a resolution, I motherfrakking keep it.).

Unawesome: Brain farts.

Long Scarves! Fangirls! Pants! February 11, 2010

(Notice: Seriously, I think all of my blogs will have some BSG spoilers. So BEWARE!!!!!!!)

Hey guys! I know I haven’t blogged in a couple of days. A lot has happened, and I have so much stuff to tell you! Be prepared for fangirling, adventures, long scarves, and pants. Lots and lots of pants.

So, when I last wrote, I was excited because I was going to go to my little friend Archer’s birthday at the awesome blowup slide place. Well, on Saturday, I finally got to go, and it was, quite frankly, awesome. I had an amazing time, and totally out-nerded everyone when I happydanced about the Batman decorations. (Though, honestly, I’m more of a Marvel girl.) Frak, even all the grandparents were having fun. That place is magic.

Except for it probably made me sick. Because it’s a total germ factory.

Sure enough, the next day I got sick. Puuuuuke. Not going to go into the details there, but because of all the pukey sickness I stayed home for until Tuesday and got to watch lots and lots of old episodes of Battlestar, so it didn’t completely suck. Also, once I puked within a few minutes of the scene where Sharon pukes, and that made me laugh ’cause I’m gross.

Actually, the weekend up until then wasn’t actually as eventful as I thought it was. I basically just watched lots of Battlestar and vomited everywhere and drank lots of ginger ale.

Then yesterday, I was going to go back to Thea’s, but I decided to go into work with Nemo just to make sure I was totally un-contagious and stuff, and I was, so that’s awesome, and that enabled me to go to my Wednesday Theater Class of Awesome, which was really fun as always. Someone gave me a cookie, and I eated it. I don’t remember whether Miko or Kitty gave it to me, but I’m going to say that it was Kitty, because that would be supremely hilarious.

Oooh, and I got cast! So we’re doing this folktale/fableish play called Toad is the Uncle of Heaven, and I play a dying flower (yes), one of the Hounds of Heaven, and part of the chorus. I only actually get lines as the chorus, but as the hound I get to do a fight, and as the flower I get to die, and those are really fun. As you may or may not know, I’m usually more into peopleish plays (especially Shakespeare), but this is really fun! Woohoo! Our teacher’s name is Kelby, and she’s really nice.

So today I was going to go to Thea’s, but- surprise!- there’s something wrong with my throat. Like, blistery-wrong. So now I have an appointment at the doctor’s office for 2:00, to make sure it’s not contagious. I really hope it’s the not-Herpes I had in November (just read the post, and you’ll understand. I don’t have Herpes, y’all) because that’s not contagious, and I’m so excited for OKC!!! OHMYGAWD! I leave tomorrow! Eeeee! I get to see my Cryssy!

Oh, and also, Mum and I came up with a very awesome way of nicknaming people, and we tried it out on Battlestar characters. (I’m sorry, if you don’t want to hear me ramble on about BSG, just leave.)

So, here’s what you do:

Step one: Take the person in question’s first name/rank.

Step two: Add an adjective that describes them.

Step three: Add the word “pants.”

Thusly, you have awesome names like:

Gaius Baltar: Dr. Crazypants.

Galen Tyrol: Chief Awesomepants (I’m sorry, that’s just what you get when you put fangirls in charge of the naming process).

Doc Cottle: Dr. Crankypants.

William Adama: Admiral Ironpants. (I don’t know, it just fits. Okay?)

Karl “Helo” Agathon: Karl Perfectpants (See above comment on Chief Awesomepants).

Billy Keikeya: Billy Sweetiepants. (He *is* a total sweetie, is he not?)

Ellen Tigh: Ellen Hookerpants.

Number Six: Skankypants Six.

Colonel Saul Tigh: Colonel Angrypants.

Sam Anders: Sam Sportypants.

Tory Foster: I don’t quite remember what we decided, but it was probably, like, Tory Evilpants or Tory Maliciouspants or something.

And that’s just the beginning! You see, inevitably at some point of the show, everyone can be a Crazypants just like Dr. Baltar! I mean, you have President Crazypants, Lieutenant Crazypants (which works for just about everyone, but currently I’m thinkin’ Crashdown), and many more!

Have any other ideas? We tried naming Starbuck, too, but all we could come up with was Kara Goddesspants and Kara Sexypants (don’t deny it. Everyone wants Starbuck).

Another thing we noticed was that Cylons (aside from members of the Final Five and Number Six) are generally very difficult to nickname. We tried naming Number Eight, but that was really difficult. Nemo voted for Sharon Luckypants for Sharon Agathon, and Sharon Easypants for Sharon Valerii. That earned him anger from me. I do think the Cavil/Boomer thing is icky, but Nemo was also referring to the fact that she used to be frakking Tyrol. Mean Nemo. XD At least it’s not as bad as the time he told me (before we knew who the Final Five were) that the reason he knew that Tyrol was a Cylon was because there was no other way a fantasmically gorgeous (okay, those weren’t the words he used, but still) girl like Sharon would be with him. *siiiiiigh* Haha. The thing is, Nemo likes Tyrol. He has nothing against Tyrol. It’s just that I like him, and that deserves ridicule from Nemo. Teeheeeheee.

But seriously. Comment if you have any other ideas.

Anyway, that’s how I’ve been doing! Ta ta for now!

Awesome: The fact that I just realized that 5 of my “Awesome”* segments are dedicated to Chief Tyrol and/or Aaron Douglas. That may just be pathetic, not awesome.

Unawesome: The fact that there is only one “Awesome” part dedicated to the wonderfulness that is Karl Agathon. This is going to change. I can’t decide whether that resolution is awesome or just pathetic.

P.S. Also awesome: The fact that, because of a very odd discussion, Cate and I now use the term, “I would knit a long scarf for ___” whenever we think that “____” is attractive. Whatever you think the reason for this is, you’re wrong. Unless you’re Cate. Then you’re totally right.

P.P.S. Also also awesome: The Eye of Jupiter duct tape ring I made.

*It’s in quotation marks because that’s what it’s called, not because it’s fakely awesome.

Evil Dolls, More Chapstick, and Genius Kids (oh, and some fangirling) February 5, 2010

Hello, guys! Yrsh, it’s me, Daisy. (Yeah, I still haven’t given up on the yrsh thing. My mom has started to say it.)

So, first off, something weird has happened. According to one Abigail MacPherson (I don’t even know anyone named Abigail), my blog post about Chapstick that I wrote back in September ’09 “is actually the best on this laudable topic. I concur with your conclusions and will eagerly look forward to your future updates. Just saying thanks will not just be adequate, for the exceptional clarity in your writing. I will instantly grab your rss feed to stay up to date of any updates. Solid work and much success in your website promotion!”

Um, thank you, Abigail MacPherson (I’m sorry, I just have to call you by your full name). I’m not sure whether or not you’re joking, because that blog post is about eating Chapstick, but thanks. Oh, also, thanks for the part about “exceptional clarity.” I try.

Soooo, anyway. The other night, Mum and I had the most hilarious conversation. I can’t even recreate it, it is so amazing. Somehow, the subject of Chief Tyrol being a dog hater came up, and then we had, like, an hour long discussion about Battlestar Galactica and dog kicking. Oh, and dog frakking, which is how I came to call a complete stranger a dogfrakker* by complete accident.

Then, of course, we had to talk about Helo, and all sorts of complicated discussion and logic and illogic was exchanged, and finally, right before I went to bed, I made up a new law that states that if you make out with someone over a dead dog, you are automatically married. Not to the dog, to the other person. Unless you’re making out with an alive dog over a dead dog. Don’t even ask.**

So today, I’m going to hang out with Ruth and Thea, and that’s fun! I love Ruth! Also, I have a funny feeling that we’ll probably end up playing with Playmobile, because that’s what we normally do. I know you’re probably thinking, “Daisy, aren’t you like, twelve? And aren’t Playmobiles sort of dolls?” The answer is NO. I mean, I am twelve, but Playmobiles aren’t creepy dolls. They’re like, mini Lego-y action figure type things. And also, Thea and Ruth are eleven, not twelve.

Haha, that reminds me of how last week, we were trying to name some characters in the game we were playing with Playmobiles, and I was like, “Hmm, what should I name her?” And Thea was like, “Kara. You know, like Kara Thrace.” Then she proceeded to name Kara’s boyfriend Lee. Let me make this clear: Thea has never watched Batttlestar Galactica. She is just some sort of genius or something. Well, also she pays really good attention. And then when I named one of the characters Karl, she was like, “… Really, Daisy? Like Karl Agathon?”

My life is weird. And awesome.

Speaking of weird and awesome, tomorrow I’m going to my mom’s friend’s son’s birthday party. I think he’s turning four. I LOVE THAT KID. And his sister. She’s six, and she’s kind of a genius. She could name all of the planets when she was, like, three or something. Her kittens’ names are Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Her name is Kaira. His name is Archer. He’s freaking adorable. He likes dinosaurs and bugs and superheroes. So basically, he’s like me, only he likes bugs. I don’t like bugs. But I do like dinosaurs. And I collect superhero action figures. I bet he’s not sort of afraid of toasters, though. (Please don’t ask.)

Anyway, we’re going to one of those places with big, inflatable slides and stuff. FRAK YEAH.

La di da di da….

SPACE CUPCAKE!

Well, I think I’ll go for now! Ta ta!

Awesome: Um, Aaron Douglas. He’s awesome again. Also the fact that when he posts on Twitter, he uses the word “frakking.” No joke.

Unawesome: Evil dolls that kill you. I don’t have evidence that this has ever happened, but it probably does. Also, my cousin Zora’s doll Tony, which might be spelled Toni, which I think is the female spelling of it. TONI IS INSANE. You can see her machine innards coming out of her back. She’s probably going to kill me someday.

ONE WEEK UNTIL CAROUSING WITH CUPID!

*The comment was intended for Mum, but everything got mixed up.

**Needless to say, I wish I could draw people kissing, and also I wish I could draw any type of dog, dead or alive.

P.S. Just for the fun of it, I’m going to do this survey that owlssayhooot posted. I’m just considering myself tagged. Sorry, Kayley.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
Loved ones dying.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WAY OF SPENDING TIME?
Reading, hanging out, stuff like that.
WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST ADMIRE?
J.K. Rowling. And my mom. She’s really wonderful.
WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE FICTIONAL HERO?
Oooh, it’s a tie between Luna Lovegood and Albus Dumbledore. There are others, but those are my favorites.
WHO ARE YOUR REAL-LIFE HEROES?
Jo Rowling, my mom, my dad….
WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION?
I’d say Lexie and Brandon, but they’re part of the family, not a possession.

WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU HAPPIEST?
Um, there have been several instances… July 21st, 2007, Wrockstock…..
WHAT IS YOUR MOST OBVIOUS CHARACTERISTIC?
Um, maybe nerdiness.
WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN OTHERS?
Hatred.
WHAT DO YOU MOST DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE?
Um, I like my appearance.
WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT?

Hmm, I’m not sure.
WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE?
I like where I’m living for now.
WHAT IS IT YOU MOST DISLIKE?
Hmmm, I don’t know. I really dislike it when people are all, “Yeah, I read some of the Harry Potter books, but then I started reading adult stuff.” Frak you, Miles-Thea’s-Brother. THEY’RE NOT JUST KID BOOKS. I just lost every ounce of respect I had for you. Sorry, dude.

WHAT DO YOU VALUE MOST IN YOUR FRIENDS?
Intelligence, loyalty, niceness.
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE?
Peacefully. When I’m old.
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO (WORDS YOU LIVE BY OR THAT MEAN A LOT TO YOU)?
Hmmmm. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
WHO HAS BEEN THE GREATEST INFLUENCE ON YOU?
Uhhh… It’s more of a what. And that what is the Harry Potter series.

THE HOUSE PARTY!!!!! OMG!!!!! October 23, 2009

Last night was the freaking best!!!!!! If you don’t remember, the Whomping Willows and Justin Finch-Fletchley and the Sugar Quills just came to our house and played a made of awesome show!!! At our house!!!! It was so awesome!
Matt and Justin are seriously so nice, plus, they’re friends of one of our good friends, Cryssy Nelson. In fact, she told them to hug us or they’d be in big trouble. 😀
Mum picked Thea and I up from her house and hurried home to set some things up, and then someone knocked on the door and I was like, “OHMYGAWD IT’S THEM HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP!” They came in and we introduced and then we ordered some amazing pizza and ate it. At one point, I just sat down and said, “I. Am. So. Full.” And Justin asked me how many pieces of pizza I had, and I admitted only one, but those slices were huge! And he just said, “I had three. And I think pizza is coming out of my eyes.” I love those guys.
They started setting up some merch and a few people started showing up. It was awesome to see my friends who came. Cate, Lila, Lizzy, and Thea were there at first, but Ruth, Gus, Sonia, and Abby (Thompsen) showed up later. I haven’t freaking seen Roo in like, months. It was so awesome to finally see her again.
Then they started playing, and it was amazing. It turned into a full-blown wizard dance party after a very short time, and they kept alternating between Justin’s songs and Matt’s songs, playing back-up for each other. It’s crazy how fun it is just screaming “Krum” and dancing with your friends. I love my life. And oh oh oh! They had me lead the dancing on “On Behalf of Neville”!!!!!!!! I don’t know if you know, but I effing daydream about stuff like that happening to me.

They finished off with “In Which Draco and Harry Secretly Want to Make Out”, which I absolutely love, and instead of saying “Dumbledore and Grindlewald” at the end, they said, “Gandalf and Dumbledore”, which was totally hilariously awesome!

Afterwards, we bought some merch and hung out. I had issues not buying every single thing, but I decided that I would get more at Wrockstock. 😀 I ended up getting a “Madame Pomfrey, What Up?” shirt, a Ravenclaw eyepatch (designed by Cryssy), a Hufflepuff eyepatch (designed by Brandi), and a Let Love Grow shirt. Mum got an “Oh, we love you Viktor Krum!” shirt, a JFF is my BFF glass, the live Yule Ball CD of Matt’s, a Ravenclaw eyepatch, and a Trees are People Too shirt. Nemo got a “Madame Pomfrey, What Up?” shirt, a “Let Love Grow” shirt, and a Slytherin eyepatch (designed by Nate!).

After everyone left (Thea stayed over), we lit a fire outside and hung out for a bit. I gave Matt and Justin matchboxes that I decorated, and they really liked them! Justin’s had a pizza on one side, “I can’t fit into a matchbox” on the other side, and lots of black and yellow glitter. Matt’s had the Welcome To the House of Awesome picture on one side, the HPA’s logo on the other side, and green, brown, and red glitter. And GUESS WHAT THEY GAVE ME?!?!??!????? They gave me the guitar strings that they broke during the show!!!!! SQUEEEE!!!!!

Then Thea and I went to bed and discussed cat anatomy and how amazing that was!

In the morning, Matt, Justin, Mum, Nemo, Thea, and I went to this place called the Blue Plate Diner and it was awesome (the food was, but also mostly just the fact that I was having breakfast with the Whomping Willow and Justin Finch-Fletchley)!

Then they had to leave ;( , but before they left they gave us all hugs and it was totally squeetastically amazing OMG OMG OMG!!!! 😀 When Thea hugged Matt she said in this little voice, “Goodbye, Whompy!” and it was like a little kid squeaking, “Goodbye, Santa!” and it was adorable. Now I really miss them. Really really really. I AM SO EXCITED FOR WROCKSTOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I have to go. I have a buttload of stuff to do. That was amazingly amazing amazing. I am so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S. Matt said that the picture of Matt and I with Bre and Lila was one of his favorite tour pictures. I almost fainted.
P.P.S. Stupid iMovie said that YouTube published my video from a few days ago. IT LIED. I know I have to be punished, but can it wait until things calm down a bit? Please?
P.P.P.S. Can I be Matt Maggiacomo when I grow up?

Awesome: Matt and Justin.
Unawesome: The fact that they left.

Days until Wrockstock: 15
Days until my birthday: 8
Days until Halloween: 9