I was looking around on youtube when one of the people I subscribe to posted a video with a link to this video. I watched all the way through and really loved it. I recomend watching this to all that view my page.Also… it’s about 38 minutes long…
I don’t really want to say anything about it, I just want your comments.
I’m guessing everyone’s been busy, either that or they don’t care about posting on their blogs… oh well, I’m just saying if there’s any excuse for not posting, I have the best one: Video Games… yes, Shin Megami Tensei games are much better than people.
There’s my reason, now leave me alone.
So, Today’s assignment was to create a playlist of 20 or more songs that help to define who we are. This is my playlist, you may not agree with every song on it, but believe me, I love them and they have a reason for being here.
The first song is Tank! by Yoko Kanno and the Seatbelts, this song is on the list because it is not only the theme song to one of the greatest animes know to man, it is also a great jazz song. I’m not really a huge fan of jazz, but this song makes me very happy.
The second song is I’d Do Anything for Love by Meatloaf. I don’t really know exactly what he means when he says: “but I won’t do that,” but I think the lyrics are good and the music is great. It’s a longer song, so more emotions can be put into it… feeling of love, hate, joy, sadness… all into one great package!
The third song is Message in a Bottle by the Police. The music to the song is just fantastic and I love the lyrics… the guitar part is fantastic and the singing is amazing, enough said.
The fourth song is 2112 by Rush. I cannot say enough words to do justice to this song, the story is amazing and the music is fantastic, this song gave me a new outlook on life and made me love Rush more and more.
The fifth song is Nobody Home by Pink Floyd. I would have loved to have added the whole Pink Floyd The Wall CD to the playlist, but I limited myself to one song per artist. This song’s lyrics and the way it’s sung makes me shudder.
The sixth song is Achilles Last Stand by Led Zeppelin. It was the first Led Zeppelin song I’ve ever heard and has been my favourite ever since.
The seventh is Mutter by Rammstein. I love this song, it’s so beautiful and the guitar chord is great, I can’t think of the words to describe it, every time I hear it I have a feeling of solitude and I fall into complete silence.
The eighth is Space Oddity by David Bowie. First off, I love David Bowie, he is one the best singers ever and he’s not too bad an actor either.
The ninth song is American Pie by Don McLean. The song is by all means a classic, the lyrics tell such a beautiful story and the chorus is so fun to sing along to.
The tenth song is Hotel California by The Eagles. I like this song because it reminds me of my father and his addiction. It makes me think of how he left nd never came back and it always makes me a little bit more hopeful that he’ll come to see me again some day.
The eleventh song is Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. The song gets me pumped and and can turn a bad day into a good one. And that’s all I have to say about that.
The twelfth song is 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago. All I have to say is that Chicago is just amazing. This song is the only song I can wake up to in the morning and my day not be ruined… it’s sort of a ritual, when waking up in the morning, listen to 25 or 6 to 4. The song gets the days going and makes me feel good.
The thirteenth song is Gimme Shelter by the Rolling Stones. This song is one of my favourite anti-violence songs, it speaks to everyone’s heart and makes them want to drop their weapons and make peace.
The fourteenth song is In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins. This song haunts me, the drum beat and Phil Collins voice… chills…
The fifteenth song is Ballroom Blitz by Sweet. If I ever get into a bar fight this song had better be playing, this song would be perfect for it!
The sixteenth song is Jailbreak by Thin Lizzy. I don;t really know why I like this song so much, but I really like the guitar’s sound and the vocals.
The seventeenth song is Touch Me by The Doors. I love this song, I love The Doors, and I love to sing this song. This song is awesome. Words over.
The eighteenth song is Helter Skelter by the Beatles. When I first heard this song, I had no clue that it was The Beatles, I thought it was some heavy rock group that the radio liked to play… I was wrong. I really enjoy listening to it though.
The nineteenth song is the Metal Gear Solid 3 Main Theme by Harry Gregson-Williams. Metal Gear Solid is the most most amazing game ever and the music for it is great. The fact is, Harry Gregson-Williams has done many great movie scores, from Shrek to The Chronicles of Narnia.
The twentieth is Devils Never Cry from Devil May Cry 3. I love this song’s composition, it starts off creepy, gets all metal-y, then gets into a fuge. Musical genius for a video game I tell you!
This is true, many people need many things, I, for example, need a Playstation 3, MGS4, Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, Digital Devil Sagas I and II, And many other things I needn’t talk about.
But, the main thing I need is a monocle. with a monocle, I could rule the world… if you don’t believe me then give me a monocle and see what I do, I’ll walk about saying things like: “Indeed,” “Huzzah,” “Quite.” You know, the usual British gentleman chit-chat.
I would have a bulky mansion and a pipe and a red chair and a fireplace and a mastiff and a pipe… wait… I said that already. If I were a British Gentleman here is what I would look like:
I am a British Gentleman indeed!
Jason Lilly: Photo of Stony Gap
On the snowy eve of April 8th of the year 2112, Tybalt was walking to his home. He came across a strange rock formation that he thought may have been left the Elder Tribes. He had never met any members of the Elder Tribe, and had only heard stories of them, but he knew of their relics and knew of their customs. He didn’t know exactly what this structure was used for, so he decided to investigate it.
As he walked in, he heard what sounded like music it wasn’t the usual music he was used to, what with it’s synthesizers and horns and flutes, music sanctioned by the Priests, no this music only consisted a thump, thump, thump. He liked it and it somehow spoke to his soul and he felt it’s beating in his heart… it was like the music was his heartbeat.
It was strange, he had never heard such a beautiful sound, it was haunting and brilliant! he didn’t want this this place. He now had a place to hide when the Priests started their purges and he had a wonderful sound he could call his own, not something the Priests had made.
While looking around inside the structure, he came across an instrument… or at least that’s what he thought it was. It had wires that vibrated to make music, he decided to show it to the Priests, so that maybe people could make their own music. While on his travels to Syrinx, he learned to play the guitar and entertained himself playing simple chords and riffs.
As he played, he sang:
See how it sings like a sad heart
then joyously screams out it faith?
The notes that build high like a mountain
The notes that fall…
Gently like rain.
I can’t wait to share this new wonder!
The people will all see it’s light
Let them all make their own music
Priests praise my name on this night!
When finally he arrived at the large and forbidding walls of the Temple, he was escorted in by a troupe of guards to a lobby where he would meet with the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx. As he waited, he played the instrument, using his heartbeat to keep time. He played the most beautiful song heard within the walls of the Temple.
As the Priests arrived however, they were displeased.
“I know it’s most unusual,” Tybalt said playing. “To come before you so, but I found an ancient miracle, I thought that you should know. Listen to my music:” he strummed a chord “and see what it can do. There’s something here as strong as life, I know it’ll reach you.”
“Yes we know!” They spoke in sync. “It’s nothing new! It’s just a waste of time! We have no need for ancient ways! it’s just another toy that helped destroy the Elder Tribes of man! Forget about about your silly whim, it doesn’t fit the plan!”
“I can’t believe you’re saying,” He said, still playing. “These things cannot be true, my world could use this beauty, just think what we might do? Listen to my music” he strummed another chord ” and hear what it can do, there’s something here as strond as life, I know that it will reach you!”
“Don’t annoy us further! We have our work to do! Just think about the average, what use have they for you!? It’s just another toy that helped destroy the Elder Tribes of man! Forget about you silly whim, it doesn’t fit the plan!”
At that moment, the Priests seized the guitar from Tybalt and smashed it on the ground, then the same troupe of guards that let him in took him out. He wondered home to find it had been burned down and all his property destroyed.
His house gone and his life destroy, he had no place to go to but the place where he found his guitar. The place where all he could hear was his heartbeat. His tiny haven from the Priests strict laws and harsh ways of governing.
He slept there that night, it was a restless, fitful sleep, but he had a dream:
He stood atop a spiral stair, an oracle confront him there, that led him lightyears away; through astral nights and galactic days. He saw the works of gifted hand that grazed the strange and wondrous lands. He a land where men arose with hungry mind and open eye.
“They left our planets long ago,” the Oracle told him. “The Elder Tribes still learn and grow, their power grows with purpose strong, to claim the home where they belong, home to tear the temples down, home to change!”
The sleep was still in his eyes, the dream was still in his head. He heaved a sigh and sadly smiled and lied awhile in place. He wished that it would come to pass, not fade like in his dream.
“Just think of what my life might be,” he said to himself. “In a world like I have seen? I don’t think I can carry on, carry on in this cold and empty life!”
His spirit low in the depths of despair, his lifeblood, spilled over.
ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION!
ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION!
ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION!
WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL!
WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL!
WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL!
While walking to his room, a small cranny not really fit to house someone, Henry Simms was approached by the manager, George Ives.
“There’s been another death today…” The manager said woefully. “I think we may need to close down… I’m sorry.”
“What!? Again! That’s like the third one in a month!”
“Yes, I know, I’m sorry, but if the Hotel closes, I can’t lodge you for free… you’ll have to find a job and home somewhere else.”
“But, no one will hire me, you and everyone else knows my past… the only reason you hired me is because of Mother…”
“You shut up about her!” the manager snapped. “It’s not like I chose that to happen! I’m just a man for goodness sake.”
“So, I guess that gives you a reason to-”
“You shut your mouth! The next words I want to hear are: ‘I’ll see you tonight,’ and nothing more. You say anything else and I’ll have you arrested!”
“I’ll see you tonight.”
The manager walked away, leaving Henry alone in the hall. He had always been good, but sometimes he had problems, these problems led to trouble, this trouble led to punishment, this punishment led to this situation, this situation led him to want to die, this feeling led to him to have problems, which started the cycle over again. Henry, of course, being a devout Christian would never commit this act, though he did commit other shameful acts, he did not want his God to add that to his list of sins.
When he arrived at his room, he lifted up his bed and pulled the Bible out from under it. Here he sat and read until his dim light had gone out, leaving him in darkness to be awoken to his alarm clock at 5:00AM. When he woke up, he would help with breakfast and then tend to whatever needed to be done, then he would go to his room and start the process over, but that morning, the routine would be broken by the death of yet another.
Police were standing in the lobby when Henry arrived, they were standing over the body of the manager, who had been killed by a chandelier. He was told by police that it was an accident, but that it was strange for so many “accidental” or “suicide” deaths to occur in one month. It was their idea to close down the Hotel until the ceiling was fixed and the case of Austin King had been solved. No one had any idea what awaited them in Molly’s room, no one had been in or out of it in two days. No one knew there was only one living person in the room.
It was Henry who first opened the door.
(more to come later)
The day Molly came out of her room, she decided to go down to the bar to drown her sorrows. She arrived at the bar only to see the bartender and a few other hotel-goers there.
“I’ll have a whiskey, ma’am,” she said.
“Alright,” August said, handing Molly a glass. “One whiskey.”
“That’s not what I meant, I want the whole bottle, not just a glass, the WHOLE BOTTLE!”
“Calm down! Here!,” August said while passing Molly the bottle.
Molly sat and drank. She drank until she was thoroughly drunk. Then, she decided it would be a good time to talk to everyone, even some people who weren’t there.
“Joseph,” She said. “Some day, me and you are gonna go, we’re just gonna go. We’ll drive until we run out of gas, and we’ll run until we die. We’ll run and run and run and no one will stop us, no one will judge us, no one will interfere. Joseph, I can’t understand what you’re saying! Stop it Joseph, I want to be with you! STOP TELLING ME THIS!”
August could tell tell something was going to happen if she let Molly stay in the bar like that, so she helped her walk to her room. There, she sat Molly on her bed and asked if she wanted to talk. Molly agreed, so August told about her life.
“Many years ago,” She said with hazy eyes. “My husband, Douglas, and I were in a law firm together, we made good money and had a beautiful daughter named Sunny. She was about three when I saw her last saw her. You see, I was in love with another man… Douglas, though he had his moments, was not the best man for me. So, I started having secret meetings with ‘my Romeo’ while my husband was either asleep or out of town.”
“One night while my husband was on another trip, I took him to meet my daughter… it was a dumb mistake, but I though she should at least meet him. Well, when my husband came back from the trip, she told him about the man I was with. He came into our room furious. He asked me what Sunny was talking about and if I was seeing this man behind his back… so I told him the truth.”
“This made him even more angry, so he left, and I never saw him again. Later that night, the police came and arrested me for the murder of my lover, and later that day, my husband committed suicide… Right now, I have no idea where my daughter is or how she’s living, but I have to try and look for her, I have to keep her safe.”
At this point, both August and Molly broke into tears, Molly now had someone to talk to, she now had something left for her. It was late, Molly and August decided to sleep in the same room. In the morning there was only one of them left.
(more to come later)
This post is about a few things, one: The Rachel’s Challenge assembly we had at school, and second: who has influenced me in my life. I guess I’ll start off with Rachel’s Challenge.
First off, I am not that bad of a person, but I do find some things stupid, so if I insult you or your beliefs, I don’t care. Well, we had a speaker come to school today to tell us about the Columbine shootings that occurred on April 20th, 1999, that day before my 8th birthday. I actually didn’t know what had happened at the time, my mom was telling me that my Aunt Cindy(who lived in Colorado) was really scared and everything(though my cousin’s didn’t go to Columbine) . I really didn’t pay much attention though, because it was close to my birthday and like every seven-year-old, all I cared about was what I was getting. We still lived in Barboursville at the time.
Anyways, the speaker cam in and told us about a person named Rachel Scott, who was one of the victims of the shooting, and about her beliefs and ideals. She was a very idealistic person who believed in love and compassion and everything good in the world. She kept a journal, she was nice to people, and she wanted to change the world. Well, first off, not to be mean, the only reason we know about her beliefs is because of the fact that she died, and the only reason we’re listening to them is because the shootings happened. I don’t like that things are like that, but i’s true, before we prevent something from happening, it has to already happen.
They wanted us to make three promises:
These are good things to be involved in, but not everyone can do it. I’m sorry it’s just human nature, though I think it is a good thing for them to try and influence as many people as they can. The thing about keeping the journal, I could never do, unless you can consider this blog a journal. I did enjoy the presentation, it was sad that this happened, and I hope that nothing like this will ever occur again, though in all likelihood, it will. I did like the whole thing they did at the end with the picture and the whole “prophesy” thing, it was enjoyable how things like that happen.
All-in-all, I found the assembly to be a life changing experience, and I think people should follow these promises as closely as they should follow the Ten Commandments or any other set of religious code.
My next topic is on the most influential people in my life… this one is kind of hard because I have a really bad memory.
Until later– “There’s no turning back now that you opened up to your mind.”(Hahaha, Mr. Lilly!)
I don’t know why, but I’ve had a short story brewing in my mind, and I feel like writing it on my blog, feel free to tell me what you think, I’m up for criticism. Here it is:
In the St. Range hotel and bar, there are five workers, only five. There is the manager, George Ives; the waitress, Kathy Hunt; the bellboy, Henry Simms; the bartender, August Moore; and finally the attendant, Nathan Brish. At the moment, there are seven guests staying at the hotel. Their names are: Paul Flange, Orville Kanny, Mr. and Mrs. Ghar, Molly Therman, Austin King, and Joseph Washburne. All of these people have one thing in common, and that one thing is what drives them to live.
After arriving, Mr. and Mrs. Ghar decided to go to the bar, leaving their room unattended. When they returned, they found there the dead body of Austin King. Appalled, they first called the manager, who in turn called the police. Once the police arrived, they took names and cleaned up the room, Mr. and Mrs. Ghar left the hotel, never to return(later they both went into a deep depression and killed themselves in their sleep).
That left only ten people in the hotel. Oddly enough, no one except the manager knew what had happened, and he wanted to keep it that way. The next day, Joseph Washburne and Molly Turner met to have a drink.
“How old do you think I am?” Joseph said.
“Old enough for the both of us,” Molly giggled.
“Well, at least I’m not too young for this,” Joseph said raising a glass to toast.
“I second that,” Molly said, meeting Joseph’s glass.
“Listen, about last week-”
“No, Joseph, there’s no need, that’s said and done, and there’s nothing I can do to get it back.”
“I know, but you loved it… aren’t you at least going to try for another?”
“No need, I’ve decided they’re too much work and too much pain. I think it was good that I lost that one… I don’t think it would have lived anyways.”
“Oh well then, would you like to join me tonight?”
“Sure Joseph, I have nothing else to do.”
“Alright then, it’s set.”
Molly and Joseph walked out of the bar leaving August alone. She cleaned the glasses as usual, thinking of the life she could have had, long ago she had a husband, a daughter, a good career… but one day she was framed for murder and sent to jail. Her husband hanged himself, and their daughter was in an orphanage somewhere in Phoenix. She wept, cleaning the tears off the glass as they fell.
That night, Joseph was found dead, this time it looked like suicide. Molly was shaken, there was nothing she had left in the world. The police informed her it was just a suicide, but she pleaded otherwise.
“Joseph was a happy man,” said Molly.”In fact, when he left my room, he was the happiest he had ever been, please look into it some more, please!”
“It is an odd coincidence, ma’am, that two people would be found dead in the same hotel in two nights,” one of the policemen said. “But we have many other cases to work on at this moment, and we can’t investigate a suicide if that’s all we have to go on.”
Molly stayed in her room for the next few days. While she was in there, everyhting in the hotel seemed to slow down, no one died, no one left, no one had any troubles. It was like nothing happened.
(more to come later)
Well, considering the first was a lot more fun than thought it would be(thanks Mr. Lilly), I’ve got to do another one for the class, this one will be more humourous. I told myself I’d post this one only if he asked us to do a second blog on a memory… and he did, so may I introduce to you: MY Best Story EVER!
Okay, so a couple of years ago I used to mow people lawns for money, that was before I was tremendously fat like I am now(being fat is awesome), and I was asked to mow this guy’s lawn down the street. Now, this guy was scary, I mean really scary, I think he was a Vietnam war veteran or something, because he would sit in his house with some military hat on, and one time when I was going around getting pledge money for band, he opened his door and I saw a bunch of guns, I don’t mean just handguns, no, I’m talking hardcore automatics and stuff like that… I was scared.
Sure it was under lock and key, but it was in a glass case… glass is not going to stop someone from getting a gun… or at least it won’t seriously hinder them. Anyways… this guy was by all means a man to be afraid of, so my mom tells me that I was going to mow his lawn at 3:00 the next day and that he’d pay me a lot of money, somewhere around $50, which was an amazing amount of money for me to earn at the time. So, the next day I went over to his house.
I had the mower started up and ready to go and started to mow. Well, about halfway through mowing, I notice this big hole in the ground… that hole was a bee hole. There were bees buzzing and flying about this hole. I don’t like bees, I’m allergic… so I decided I’d get some gasoline and burn those little suckers out of the ground. Well, I succeeded in burnging them out… there were flaming bees aimed at me doing a kamikaze attack… well, I got away from them in time not to get stung or burned, but that’s when I noticed something.
It seemed that this man’s yard was on fire, not a little ash, no, a big ‘ol fire, all over the place. I find his hose and start to spray, but I notice it’s just spreading the fire. My mind sort of keeled over… Why in Ted’s name was water spreading the fire!? Well, I figured it out, it seemed he has some fertilizer or weed-killer stuff on his hose… I took it off and slowly put out the fire. Well, let’s just say his lawn wasn’t in the best of shape when the fire went out…
Thankfully he wasn’t home at the time, but when he did get home… he wasn’t the happiest person I’ve ever met. He was quite the opposite. I was scared, this guy had automatic weapons and was most likely in the military at some point or still is… he could have me killed for no reason if he wanted to… Well, I guess he went easy on me, all I had to do was re-plant his grass, and do a lot of yard work. That wasn’t a very good summer, but I still love to tell that story.
“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours.”
