SABOTAGE!

You need to watch this (or at least listen to it) RIGHT NOW:

Love is too weak a word to describe how awesome I think this sounds. I may just buy the actual Beastie Boys song. Right after I get a hold of an MP3 of this. Absolutely cray-mazing.

And for those of you who're wondering about Randy//Lola, you'll figure it out eventually.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Scene 1

Lola: Do you have a coconut?
Randy: What? No! Why?
Lola: Why not? I have one.
Lola pulls out a coconut.
Randy: Where on earth did you get that?!
Lola: While we were chatting I had Melanie stealthily hand to me as she was walking by.
Randy: Uhm, okay...
Lola: Now, I must bid goodday to you sir!
In an exagerant, graceful flourish Lola hands Randy the coconut and glides to her next class.
Randy now has a coconut.

-END SCENE-

Super Mario RPG!

There's one thing that I will never forget about the seventh grade. Her name is Teenie, and for almost every single day of that school year we would go to the back of Mrs. Foster's class, sometimes while she was lecturing, and do our secret handshake. It was more a high-five than a handshake, but it was awesome. Eventually we started doing it backwards. That was how we maintained our friendship. Now, though, we have no classes together, and we haven't done our "handshake" in a while. It used to be that I'd wait outside her third period class for her (I had ulterior motives along with the handshake.) Makes me sad. :/

So I just finished a book about this song. It was really good. Now I'm listening to the song, and I really like the song, too.

That's all, folks!

Nova

I'm Not as Smart as You Think I Am

Seriously. You may look at my grades and go, "Wow, she's smart," but that's not the case. Sure, I'm above average, but that's it. I'm not a super genius. I don't get high A's, I get normal A's, sometimes with minuses attached. There are many more people who are smarter than me, get better grades, and are in higher classes. If you think I'm oh-so-super-smart then you're wrong. I'm not. I'm just a little above average, and don't try and argue.

If You're Wondering If I Want You to,

I want you to! Dang it I need to work up the courage. All I hear are scattered bits and pieces of a much larger story, and at this point, I don't understand, but I should! I really should. I can do this, and I will.

Oh my good-schnapp my lips are dry. Stupid gum. I need to do my math homework in the next ten minutes so I have enough time to watch a Tivo show and the Simpsons.

Short short short. That's what this is. OR. Less tall than average. That's somewhat close to what I called Brooke and Tiffany today. Heheh...

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Surprise, Surprise!

"Most guys who sparkle aren't into girls."

I love flair wisdom.

I don't think anyone will ever figure out why a raven is like a writing desk, and if someone has, PLEASE TELL ME! It might drive me insane one day.

People confuse me all the time. Especially boys, they enjoy screwing with my head. Like this one kid I've known for a while, he was talking to me maybe ten minutes ago, and we were really talking. It was about random, I'm-trying-really-hard-to-keep-the-conversation-going crap, but we were really talking. It reminded me of how much I really do like this kid, which scares me. Is my mother right about us? I sure hope not.

I really really really want a Polaroid camera. I especially want this one: http://shop.the-impossible-project.com/shop/cameras/600/ca_one_classic_kit_pge If you buy it for me I will love you forever. I really will. You'll be invited to my college graduation, my wedding, and my funeral. You'll be on my Christmas card list, and if I'm having a party, you're invited. I'm very serious. Seriously.

Oh goodness, why am I encouraging him?

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Just Don't Let Me Down...

So my fingers are sticky and my head is in pain. Why? That darn spray adhesive I'm using for my science board, which is getting closer and closer to being done. Except not really. I'm running out of coloured paper and I still have several things to mount. AND! Joy O joy the printer just ran out of black ink. I really do not like science projects. At all. If I ever become a science teacher, which I won't, I won't allow my students to do one.

Anyway, I'm enjoying some new music. But I don't like resorting to my headphones to get good sound. Sure, I have a speaker, but it's not very good. I want surround sound in my room. Wouldn't that be so cool? It would be, trust me. All I need is an "A" in math.

Me and Ehly are going to surf. We are going to be amazing. You'll all be jealous of our skills. Even me and Ehly will be jealous of us. That's how good we'll be.

Tommy wants a turn. I actually think I should give it to him.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Oh, and by. The. Way.

In case you haven't seen them yet: http://www.flickr.com/photos/penguinova/

Oh When

Oh when, oh when, will the keys to the kingdom be mine again?

I Have a Lot of Hair

That was the first thing I thought when I looked in the mirror this morning as I was leaving my room. I have a lot of long, blond hair. I am so weird.

Anyway, I wish I could tell you about the service project I just got back from, but I really can't. The thing is, it's mostly a "you had to be there" kind of thing in order to understand. I went to skid row, I learned that there are around three supermarkets in south L.A. I saw homeless people sitting a room watching TV. Watching TV. That may be what hit me the most, and I don't think you'll ever understand what I mean till the people watching TV are sitting less that two feet away from you. It was probably one of the best weekends of my entire life.

Like I said, I can't really tell you more, and now I have a question: When Rachel posts songs on her blog do you listen to them? Hopefully you do, because I'm about to attack you with awesome music.

[the real version is better.]

That is my current playlist. Except there was only one song I couldn't find: Weekend Tongue by Donora. I suggest you find that song and listen. It's awesome.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

ps- post 100.

Green Light Means Go

I'm starting a new project. What do I mean by this? I'm not sure, but I'll find out eventually, and when I do you'll know. Well, after I'm finished I mean.

But first answer me this in the comments:

Who[qui]?

What[quoi]?

Where[où]?

When[quand]?

Why[pourquoi]?

How[comment]?

Feel free to interpret that as you wish.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

(ps, 1901-Phoenix, ILikeYouSoMuchBetterWhenYou'reNaked-IdaMaria, WraithPinnedtotheMistandOtherGames-OfMontreal, StadiumLove-Metric, WeekendTongue-Donora,WhenULoveSomebody-FruitBats, FancyFootwork-Chromeo. listen.)

Meyoosick.

I have much music I want. My parents turned off the credit card connected to the iTunes. They're helping my brother with his homework right now. I asked them if they would help me, but they ignored my request. It's so much fun living in a house siblings that have learning disabilities. It really kind of sucks, actually. But there goes me being selfish. Grades trump music.

See ya,

Nova.

Correct Usage of Semicolons FTW

This is officially post number 99 [EDIT: upon further examination, this is actually post #97. I apologize for getting your hopes up there.], and the official state of the union is fear. Y'know Chelsea King? She was this girl from San Diego who was kidnapped sometime last week; her body was found on Tuesday. Today on Facebook there was an event that said that today if you were a part of the event you should wear green in her honor. So I did. Yesterday, as I was contemplating how I was going to wear green tomorrow (which is today) I thought of all the injustices in the world, and how hypocritical it was to be honoring one girl when there are so many other people suffering her same fate and worse. But then I realized, there's nothing wrong with honoring her as long as you don't forget.

And I was feeling pretty OK with myself, till I read this:

It still hurts.

It hurts that, not only locally where I life have there been so many girls, girls in such prime, to just go vanishing, but all over the country.
All over the world. My friend Job wrote about how there are so many more Chelsea King's out there and its insane how little attention they got, how much she got.

Did it really have to happen this many times on such a level to get our attention?

To not only have them vanish but to find them, find dead bodies..and find signs of rape and molestation and just know they went through this horrible thing before passing for...what?
A killers self-delusions? Selfish wants?

It frightens and scares me.

Im not just talking about the rape, which is a fear, but to go through that kind of horror and not be able to send some kind of message out after...to not be able let your family have peace right away.

It hurts them.
It hurts all of us.

Maybe its cause I wear my heart on my sleeve, but knowing these people hurt, it hurts me.

I sympathize. I find small ways to empathize.

And then to think, thats not the only wrong in our world.
There's these natural disasters that break your heart to see how much help is needed, and how little we give.

Haiti was ONLY a month ago.
Hurricane Katrina was over a couple years ago-there are STILL people recovering from that.
I live in area where there are fires almost every fall. People have to recover from lost things every. single. year.

Why are we forgetting about Haiti so quickly?

They NEED help.
I read this blog by Anne Jackson and she went down there two weeks ago.

Not only did she go help, but she's going back.

It's the same with Chile and the recent tsunami warnings and every other natural disaster- We freak out, try to help how we can, hope and pray, and then...forget?

It scared me and summed up all my thoughts in one post. Really. Things like Chelsea happen all the time. Then of course there's Darfur and Chile and Haiti and the recession. All this crap in the world, and it's happening now. All around us! Sure, I live in a pretty low-crime neighborhood, but that's just it. Low. There's bad stuff everywhere. In our towns. It's an infection that the people with power don't bother to stop. If they wanted too, though, they could.

Who are the people with power? Politicians? The kids with a tontonton of money? Yea. But also you. Everyone has the power. Make a change. I do believe I'm going to start to.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Get Away From These Liars

'Cause they don't catch your soul or your fire.

I don't really know what else to say. I had a thought earlier but since it was thought I've gotten to lazy to write it down.

I want to have band practice.

I want to skateboard.

I want to do all the things I love right now.

I want more time.

I want to know the truth.

I want my phone.

I want to ask questions I may not be prepared to hear the answers to.

I want to be selfish and not feel bad about it.

I want to stop procrastinating.

I want endless possibilities.

I want him all to myself.

I want to keep my options open.

I want to keep what I've been looking for for so long.

I want to have more late night conversations.

I want to not care.

But I can't.

If only I could just screw it all.

But I can't.

If only I could work up the courage.

But I can't.

If only I could scream all the cuss words I know at the top of my lungs.

But I can't.

Where on earth is all this coming from?

See ya,

Nova.

i am a tiger

Buttercup is a cool band.

I just realized that I'm a twitter generation. My thought come out in little poetic spurts, not long, thought-out paragraphs like blogs are supposed to be. Which makes you wonder, how substantial is today's thought process that it's getting easier and easier to put our brains into 140 characters?

Or are we getting smarter?

Because there are some things that you can look at and go, "No way can you put that into 140 characters," then someone goes and does exactly that.

Then there are the twitter addicts, also known as tweet whores. If you have a twitter you know how absolutely ANNOYING these people are. No one cares that you're in the parking lot at Target and you can't find a space! Which leads to a final thought: what is the use of Twitter, Facebook, blogs, or social media in general, if they're just going to be overrun by people who don't use those things to their full potential?

Oh thoughts, you run so rampant in my brain.

I think I'm a go play Mario Kart now.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Ferris Bueller

He took a day off, why can't I? Here's to tomorrow.

I've definitely mentioned how much I love Lovedrug. I feel like they sound like Manchester Orchestra, and as you know, I LOVE Manchester Orchestra with a fiery passion that burns deep within my soul. If you haven't had the chance to download the sampler from their (Lovedrug's) new album +/- from http://www.noisetrade.com , do it. Now. Seriously. I'm absolutely in love with all three songs, and they were free! Is there any reason for you NOT to download it? No. I thought not.

I'm going to go get some shut eye. I may be taking a day off tomorrow, but the whole point is for me to get the tired out of my system, which is easier when I get a good nights' sleep.

That's all, folks!
Nova.