Ah, what the hell. Flash Animation Archive added!

I was going to ration out my posts and add the Flash Animation Archive later. But oh well!

I made a few animations for my digital design class. Short and interesting, nothing special. I'm not a very good artist. I won't make many Flashes, but I occasionally will when I feel like it.

Music Archive Added!

I'm just playing around with Fruity Loops. I'm not a good composer, but it's pretty fun so I'll probably upload more stuff. Making songs takes more time though, compared to say, writing a random super short tiny "story."

Second Blog Post of the Day

Who says I can't make more than one blog post a day?!

No, I do not actually have anything to say...
Yeah.

Tea Time Part 3

“Oh? That unruly werewolf? Fine, show him in, Tiffany,” Viollette commanded her maid. The maid bowed and left the garden back into the manor.
Jessie turned his smooth, white face away from Marlene’s embrace towards Viollette. “Ooooh, do you have another guest? He can join our tea party!”
“No no. Just an unwanted beast,” Viollette scoffed.
Marlene smiled her mischievously and said, “Oh? Aren’t you one too ‘Madame’ Viollette?”
Viollette scowled at Marlene. “Hold your tongue, girl.”
“Having trouble with children, Madame Viollette?” Alfred laughed, as he stepped out of the manor’s giant doors. He dressed in a black tuxedo and wore a top hat. His shaggy, brown hair reached down to his shoulders and his face sported a large beard.
“Don’t you ever manage your disgusting hair?” Viollette asked.
“A pointless endeavor. The hair would just grow out again in a few days time,” Alfred replied. Tiffany approached Alfred, and with a quick motion of her hands, created a black wood chair with velvet cushions. Alfred moved the chair closer to the white table and sat down. “Ah yes, thank you Tiffany. Now then, Madame Viollette, I have a matter to discuss with you. There appears to be...unwelcome visitors in your forest.”
Viollette sipped some tea and leaned back. “And why should I care? People intrude in my forest all the time. It’s their fault if they perish.”
“Yeah, Viola’s too busy playing with us!” Marlene interjected.
Alfred smiled. “Oh, my apologies Madame. I hadn’t realized I was cutting into your playtime with children.”
Viollette set her tea cup down and said through gritted teeth, “I am not playing with children.”
“Not playing with children? I’m just ten years old, and Jessie isn’t even nine yet!” Marlene cackled. She turned to Alfred, explaining “She plays with us because no one else wants to play with her.”
Alfred raised his eyebrow, but Viollette cut him off before he could speak. “Silence girl! You should be grateful you aren’t dead!”
Marlene continued to taunt and laugh at Viollette. “And-and you know what’s the best part? She likes playing with little children! Ahaha!” Marlene clutched her stomach, tears in her eyes as she kept laughing. “It’s because she likes being all adult-like, but she’s so small! Even after all these years she’s still a tiny girl! We’re her only ‘friends’ that’s smaller than her!”
A loud bang sounded through the garden. Marlene fell to the ground, bound by a smokey, black rope. Viollette stood facing Marlene, a fierce expression on her face. Smoke drifted from her fingers, and the smell of ash lingered in the air. The garden grew quiet save for Viollette’s heavy breathing.

Murder Mystery! Alternate Dimension 2

"This was entirely your fault."
"What. No this wasn't," Jared said. The dead body lay on the ground covered in blood. Jared poked the dead body. "Maybe he's still alive..."
Murderer shook his head. "There's no way he's still alive. This was all your fault Jared."
"Not it wasn't!" Jared complained. "I didn't do anything. You're the one named 'Murderer.'"
"Jumping to conclusions now are we? Just because my name is murderer..."
"Hey, why did your parents name you 'Murderer?' Not only is it a bad name, isn't it also inconvenient in almost every way?"
"Whoa there, I happen to be quite fond of my name, thank you very much," Murderer said. He wandered over to the dead body, and turned it over, revealing a a small knife sticking out of the body. Silver letters embedded into the knife's handle spelled out "Jared."
"Hey! Jared, this is your knife!" Murderer shouted.
"What?!" Jared exclaimed. "I've been framed!"
"I didn't do anything!" Framer cried out in despair.

Murder Mystery! Alternate Dimension 1:

"Omigosh, a dead body!" exclaimed high school student extraordinare, Jamie. The body of a fat man lay on the ground. Dead. Definitely dead.
"I must solve this mystery!" Jamie said, because the police obviously cannot solve these types of mysteries. Why not?
BECAUSE SOMETHING SUPERNATURAL IS INVOLVED. Dun dun duunnn.
"First, I must check for evidence," Jamie narrated. Jamie rummaged through the dead man's pockets.
Found: Wallet
Jamie checked the driver's license. "Looks like his name is Whiny Winston. I better keep this just in case."
Jamie pocketed the ID.
Jamie pocketed $200.
Jamie returned the wallet.

*Note: Nothing I write is ever "canon" unless I put it under Story Archive.

Crap

Almost forgot to post. Physics test tomorrow.

Take this instead. I wrote it. I feel so proud to be up there.
http://www.sixwordstories.net/2011/01/%E2%80%9Cuh-oh%E2%80%9D-said-the-heart-surgeon/

CONSPIRACY

Smart.fm, the site I use to learn some nice Japanese (and Chinese) vocab, is selling out! I will now attempt to learn everything I wanted to within March 31, 2011.

...

Totally doable...IF I CRAM! WOOHOOOO No time for blogging, time to cram!

EDIT: I need to take a break...

Story time!

I was just going to my favorite website to go study. When all of the sudden, they will be closing down, and after March 31 I must pay for their services!
Capitalism!
It was all the government's plan all along! They, and other corporations, had lulled me into a false sense of security. Then, they struck with their fiendish ways!
For that is what the government wants. To cause dismay for the people. The big question though, is why do they seek this?
Because, DUN DUN DUNNNN
The government is run by robots! From the future! It runs out that in the future, people got too happy. The dense happiness on Earth caused it to rip *insert something technical sounding apart, destroying the universe as we know it.
Back to the present:
Sure the robots want to save the universe...but they're going about it the wrong way. Because, you see, dear reader, the robots...are building nukes! Nukes I say! They plan to annihilate all humans, in order to save their world.
As a radical thinker, I believe it's possible to save our universe. Without blowing up our planet.

But I won't unveil my plans quite yet. Back to cramming.

Tea Time Part 2

I changed Vallerie's name to Viollette.

The sound of Chinaware clinked as Jessie fumbled with three teacups embroidered with a blue, flower pattern. Jessie picked up a teapot with the same flower pattern with both of his small hands, and poured a dark, black liquid into the tea cups.
Finally, Viollette spoke in a soft voice. “I invited you two not out of the kindness of my heart, nor out of friendship. I’m merely bored, and as a lady, I figured I ought to show politeness towards the people of this village.”
“Teehee, oh Violet~” Marlene teased. “Politeness? All the other villagers are just too scared of your cute face.”
Viollette’s lips quivered, and she replied, “As they should be...”
Marlene picked up her tea cup, which now felt warm from the hot liquid. The dark tea swirled in the expensive cup, and gradually lightened into a brownish red as the tea cooled down. “Is this one of your concoctions, Vivi?” The now translucent, dark red tea smelled refreshing like grass after heavy rain.
Viollette picked up her cup with her thumb and index finger, and took a quiet sip. She half closed her blue eyes, still staring at Marlene, and said, “I assure you, it’s not poisoned.”
Marlene giggled, her bells chiming in as well. “No of course not Viola. If you wanted us dead, you could have killed us twenty times over in the past few minutes.”
“I couldn’t do that,” Viollete said, the bored expression still on her face. “I don’t have the power to ressurect your corpse to kill you again.”
Marlene laughed, and took a sip of the hot tea. Its refreshing and slightly sweet flavor calmed the mind.
Jessie eagerly drank his tea as well, tilting the China cup into his mouth. “Viollette, it’s great! You always make the best tea,” Jessie exclaimed. He beamed at Viollette, who regarded his compliments with a subtle nod.
“But Viollette, I’m sure you want that power don’t you?” Marlene continued. She leaned forward with a devilish look in her dark eyes, and laughed. “Isn’t that what you’re seeking? The power to revive the dead?” Viollette narrowed her eyes, a threatening expression on her face.
“Oh, stop it Marlene!” Jessie laughed, and hugged Marlene. “You’re being wicked to Viollette again!”
“I suppose so,” Marlene said. She stroked Jessie’s soft hair. “You’re so girly Jessie!” Marlene teased.
“Am not!” Jessie whined, the light blue ribbon still in his hair.
A tall, dark haired woman wearing a maid’s outfit approached Viollette. “Madame, you have a visitor. It is Alfred; he claims it is urgent.”
Viollette scowled. “That unruly werewolf? Bah, fine show him in.”
Jessie turned his smooth, white face away from Marlene’s embrace towards Viollette. “Ooooh, do you have another guest? He can join our tea party!”
“No no. Just an unwanted beast,” Viollette scoffed.
Marlene smiled her mischievous smile, and said, “Oh? Aren’t you an 'unwanted beast' too, ‘Madame’ Viollette?”

Tea Time Part 1

"Yaaay, tea time! Tea time!" Jessie exclaimed in his high pitched voice. The boy wore a pale blue sweatshirt, much too large for his small stature, his sleeves extending well past his hands and the bottom of his shirt reached all the way to his knees. He danced around the warm garden filled with bright, yellow flowers whose sweet smells induced drowsiness.
Marlene giggled, her assortment of bells chiming in agreement. The young girl wore far too many ribbons and small bells on her fancy, violet dress. "Jessie, come over here!" Marlene said. The little boy wandered through the pool of yellow flowers to Marlene, who sat at a short, marble table, whose white surface felt cold and smooth to the touch.
Marlene fastened a light blue ribbon into Jessie's copious, dark brown hair. "There, you look so pretty."
Jessie grinned, revealing his small, perfect white teeth. "Thanks Marlene!" He exclaimed, his voice ringing with happiness.
"I"m glad you like it," Marlene said. "Now be a dear and pour us some tea. Vallerie's not the patient type." Marlene glanced at Vallerie, a small girl wearing a fluffy, dark red and black dress. Vallerie's bored face rested in her small, delicate hand, and her shiny, blonde hair reached all the way to the ground.
Marlene fidgeted, and spoke to Vallerie. "Thanks Vallerie...for inviting me and Jessie here..."
Vallerie glared at Marlene with her icy, blue eyes.
Marlene gathered up her courage, and continued. "Though it's surprising Vallerie. I thought you were too busy being an adult to play with me and Jessie." Marlene grinned mischievously, and waited for a response from the pale girl.
The sound of Chinaware clinked as Jessie fumbled with three teacups embroidered with a blue, flower pattern. Jessie picked up a teapot with the same flower pattern with both of his small hands.

All right, I'm done for now, I'll continue this tomorrow.

Waking Up In Vegas

So I was going to write a story about tea time. But then I got distracted by my own imagination. I'll still write it, but I'm sleepy now, and I might take forever writing about tea.

So instead, I'll be lazy and link to a junk story I made for creative writing class. I had to write anything about the prompt "waking up in Vegas."

I have a couple of stories I want to write about. I also might upload things other than stories.

Thugasarus Part 2

EDIT: It has come to my attention that this is not a tyrannosaurus. But does that matter? Look at its shades. So shady.

Thugasaurus

Considerably attractive innocent bystander female Janie (13ish) weighing under 100lbs and can barely do a push-up, walks into alone into a dark, deserted alleyway into the bad part of town at midnight completely defenseless and unarmed save for a giant wad of 100 dollar bills.
A thug hopped out of the shadows and cornered Janie.
A mixture of utter surprise and fear cursed Janie. A mugger! How unexpected, Janie did not see this coming. "Eeeek," she cried. "Will someone save me from this shocking and out-of-the-blue turn of events?"
Another thug hopped out of the shadows, bigger and stronger than the previous.
"Well this does not improve my situation at all," Janie complained.
Yet another thug hopped out of the shadows. Too many thugs in one area! The thugs began to fight each other over who will mug Janie.
One last thug hopped out of the shadows. He transformed into a tyrannosaurus four-legged dinosaur thing brontosaurus, and ate the other thugs.
"Huzzah! The process of evolution has saved me! Thank you survival of the fittest!" Janie exclaimed. She hopped onto the dinosaur, shouting "Come Thugasarus! We will rule this town!"
Janie and Thugasaurus, now best friends for life <3 ran into town destroying everything.

Story Archive Added!

Whoooooooo I finally did something.

Sometimes when I post my random junk here, I might decide to polish up the story. So that it's almost like an actual story. I'll keep all my better stories under Story Archive page. Yay for organization! I'll upload through Google Docs because of bias and because it's easier to edit. I included a word count for those tl;dr people. Aren't I so considerate? Of course, you wouldn't be here if you were a tl;dr type.

Meanwhile, I'll keep posting junk posts here.

Bed Time Story!

I should probably do these posts BEFORE I get sleepy.

Tomorrow though, I'll probably do something. Make a list of my stories I want to share I guess. I'll upload them through Google Docs because I'm lazy, and it's easier to edit things on Google Docs than on Blogssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Here's a short bed time story:

The moon felt extremely sleepy one day. And whoop-de-doo, it fell asleep. Fell. Plummeted. Sank. Into the ocean.
Glub glub glub, but the moon kind of couldn't swim. Lack of limbs I guess.
The animals in the ocean tried to help the moon. But omigod the moon was too heavy, who knew.
You know, the moon couldn't even fit in the ocean. Most of the moon was perfectly fine. Except for the part where the moon used to breathe. It wouldn't drown if it didn't decide to fall face first into the ocean.

Moral of the story!
Think about your actions ahead of time. Don't drown yourself face first. And when you encounter a problem such as this, man up, and grow a pair

OF LIMBS.

Yeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Guess Who Doesn't Have an A in Math?

Math final destroyed me. Must find green mushroom.

I feel like procrastinating.

Naaahhhhh

Aaahhhh I have to finish by today!

Oh boy oh boy, finals! I liked them Freshmen year. I didn't have to study, and the school days were shorter. Awesomeness.

In other news, I love Chrome.

Paniiiiic!

Only tonight and tomorrow left to study for finals! Not ready! Exclamation point!

CAPS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK

Dear Internet Diary

So I actually studied today! I feel so accomplished. Deciding that I would post on this blog everyday, while not a bad idea at all, should have waited until after finals are over.

OH WELL

No one reads this, so it's completely all right to make terrible posts for the next week. I might make an actual blog post on Thursday!

Hype, hype.

It has come to my attention that

It has come to my attention that I can follow my own blog. And that I have a grand total of one view. From Alaska. Before I even made the first post with actual content in it.

I have a dilemma right now. I'm feeling extremely lazy, and I don't want to study for finals. Hmmm what do what do.

Thank goodness no one reads my blog, this post is terrible.

All right, I suppose I should start now...

Well hey! Guess what, I've decided to start blogging, and update at least every single day. Everyday? Yeah, that shouldn't be too hard since I can just come up with whatever I want in a minute or so. This blog is for whatever I want to say.
It will be like my own personal diary! Uploaded publicly on the internet for all to see. I never understood the point of writing in a diary if it's supposed to be private. I guess some people feel better about themselves when they write about their secrets. I don't really have any secrets so it doesn't matter.

SPEAKING OF SECRETS!

I have a few secrets I want to talk about. Get them off of my chest you know? Where to start where to start...

Let's start with my day today. There's this person who's been sitting in front of me in math class. He's a cool guy and all, but...he wears a top hat.
Now I love top hats and their fanciness, but it's obscuring my view of the white board. Granted, I don't pay attention during math class, but I'd like to have the option to pay attention, then choose not to. I don't want to be forced not to pay attention. Because I won't feel like a daring rebel anymore.

So with every passing day my distaste for top hats increases, but at the same time, what's a gentlemen without his top hat? I admit to wearing one in class too, but really now, I was wearing a top hat before the guy sitting in front of me ever even considered wearing one! Mimicry is the highest form of flattery, but this dude in front of me in math class is just plain ugly.

All right I'm done with my secret: that I vaguely dislike top hats but I really like them. I'm glad I finally got that off of my conscious.
Of course, by confessing my secrets and sins on the internet via buh-log probably makes my (non-existing) audience think I'm joking. Which is my intent all along! My mind is clear now that I finally revealed my inner thoughts, but no one will think poorly of me because they'll think I'm joking! And now that I revealed that I'm actually telling the truth and that I want people to think I'm joking, people will begin to doubt whether or not I'm really joking, telling the truth, or just messing with their minds.
I'll progressively start posting more and more dark secrets, until the one day I'll reveal that it was I that killed my father back during the Cold War! And even though I confessed the truth, everyone will too busy trying to figure out whether or not I'm joking to throw me in jail! A genius plan I say, genius!
Why would I even bother revealing such a fact? Well to be honest, I do feel really guilty about it. Telling someone else would make me feel better.

That, or I'm messing with you, even I don't honestly know.