A Drop of Bamboozle

They say that no matter where you are, we're all under the same sky.
But when I look up at the sky, I see fireworks.
And I realize, even if you're looking up at the sky, what we're seeing is never the same.

Doing something just for someone, just because you know they like it, is really something that they could cherish forever.

There's a guy I know in band who knows how to play the Legend of Zelda theme on the piano. So he'll always play piano, and whenever I'm around, if he remembers, he will play the Legend of Zelda theme. He enjoys how I jump up and down and shriek and go "OMG It's the LoZ!"

Today I was in the band room trying to check out uniforms. After a minor discussion about how I had "Devil's Eyes" and someone was not trying to call me a "DB", he goes running off to the piano. And what he does when he gets there, for some reason, made my day.

He yells, "Cara! Cara!" until I turn around to look at him. And then he started to play the Legend of Zelda theme.

I don't know why that was such a big deal! But it made me so happy. And it was something simple, but I feel like it's significant. It's what everyone's life is like. Something really simple can make someone incredibly happy.

Case and point: While flying on a Canadian Airline back to the states, I was hungry. The box lunches cost $5, but when I tried to pay they wouldn't accept my Canadian money. So I just turn and look at the ground, and the kind lady next to me pays for my food and won't accept the $5 in return. I was painfully shy, and so this simple action she did is something I will always remember. I don't remember her, don't know her name, but I remember her kindness.
And that's what's most important, isn't it?

Just because I know so many people on MMOs (I, myself, am one) and just because the song is catchy and it made me fall in love with The Guild (there's even a guy who reminds me of Sheldon, although a much less smart, much more anal, and much more unlikeable version-- then again, I'm setting pretty high standards, huh). Here it is: Do You Wanna Date My Avatar?

( Stupid Cut... )

I really really really meant to get that story in two weeks ago. Which is completely sad. I've been gone eight hours a day for two weeks because I've started a new job. While it is interesting, it's also hurting. I mean, my muscles.

I'm in Taekwondo and I've recently gotten an injury from that (actually, I've had the injury for a while, but it was never this bad). It's my hip flexors, I believe. Anyways, I've been trying all I can to help it heal but it's slow going. I'm standing up for 8 hours straight, scrubbing away at dishes-- my posture's suffered, but my hip is what I'm worried about. I've even tried to rest from Taekwondo and it hasn't been helping. I don't know what to do to help it heal. Rest, good eats, water, it's not working well.

So, that's why I haven't been writing. And I feel absolutely terrible about it! Because I wanted so much to not procrastinate.
... I've already written half of it, at least. So... I'll be sure it get it up ASAP.

Damn and Blast.

We have drill downs at band camp. Basically it's a marching around kind of thing, flanks, turns, backwards, forwards, all of this, and if you make a mistake you're out. Last one standing wins.

Well, I've never won one. I really wanted to prove myself, I worked SO HARD to win this one, I focused SO much. I got in the top two before the 'official' drilldown (the one in front of parents, teachers, graduated students, etc.) and I was determined to win the official. So we all start marching and before I know it, we're down to the last two, me and the same guy who I was in the top two with before.

And I was like, I can win this. I know I can, all I have to do is focus.

And I did. I did. I should have won, I really should have.

He stutterstepped twice. OBVIOUSLY. As in, the CROWD went "OOOH" thinking it was over. A judge SAW IT AND GRIMACED but didn't say anything. A teacher STARTED TO WALK TOWARDS HIM but DIDN'T FINISH. Everyone saw it, it was blatantly obvious, I should have won then. But no. He makes ANOTHER mistake and STILL stays in.

Then I make the VERY SAME MISTAKE and get called out. And I get to stand and watch as the entire band explodes and tackles him to the ground, people clapping for something I know, and several other people have told me, I should have won.

He did deserve it, I mean, he's won the practice drill downs three times already.

But I didn't deserve it, either? I won fair and square. Didn't cheat, didn't make a mistake until two mistakes after he did (and after everyone saw it). I worked SO FREAKING HARD. I WANTED TO WIN SO BADLY. BECAUSE I KNEW I COULD, and I knew that if I did I would have proved myself.

But they didn't let me win. They didn't let me win. That's all I can think about, I worked so hard, and I should have because EVERYONE SAW HIM MAKE THAT MISTAKE. Everyone, the band director, the judge, the audience, parents, graduated students... but he stayed in, and out I was.

They wouldn't let me win. Even after I worked so hard. Even when all I wanted to do was prove myself, they wouldn't let me win. I trust these people, and they do this to me.

Well, none of them could look me in the eye, so I hope they are really happy about their decision. Because it's not like he won the drill down last year (actually, he did win the one last year, WHY THIS YEAR TOO?!). I mean...

I could take it if I had made the first mistake or misthought or my posture was bad. I could take it and I would know he had won and it would be fine with me. But I won fair and square and they wouldn't let me win. It's just so... aggravating. I just... am so frustrated. I don't think I've ever tried so hard about 6 times in four days time at 105 degrees fahrenheit outside every day, and they wouldn't let me win, damnit.

Even HE couldn't look me in the eye, and he won! I shook his head and he just stared at the ground, because even he knew.

Gosh DAMNIT. And I don't cuss often.

I just really, really wish that they feel like oodles and oodles of rat shit right now.

God forbid they don't let me win next year. Because if they don't I will go into a murderous rage and fucking behead them. I'm so angry.

They all saw his mistake, and I make the same one so I'm out. Actually, no, some people didn't even KNOW WHY I GOT OUT. SO FUCK IT ALL.

If it weren't for the friends I have in band I'd probably quit.

May karma treat them well.

Title: The Spookdate Expedition [2/?]
Author: EraTomo
Spoilers: None.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,908
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I (probably) ever own any of the characters/plot/designs/anything else of The Big Bang Theory. Nor do I own Lysol or any other product brands mentioned in passing. Also, I probably can't write anything remotely scary on purpose, but have been known to go there unintentionally. :\

( And thus it begins. )



Oh yes, and Part 1 here!

Title: The Spookdate Expedition
Author: EraTomo
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.
Rating: T
Word Count: 649 (Teaser Chapter xP)
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I (probably) ever own any of the characters/plot/designs/anything else of The Big Bang Theory. Also, this is my first fic for this pairing-- I don't know why it took me so long. xD


( The Teaser Chapter )

I finally got out of my comfort bubble enough to join more communities.

Man, I'm just now realized how introverted I am. How afraid I am of showing the world something as simple and as unrefined as my fanfiction. And afraid of getting attached to communities.

What's happened to me? I don't know what I did to become so reclusive. And I'm not... I volunteer, hang out with my friends. I trust them. But I can't trust others so easily anymore. I had been getting less shy, and wasn't afraid of public speaking. Now I am... how? Nothing bad happened... I don't understand at all.

Still, I'm not afraid of heights anymore. I'll take every bit I can. Count my blessings.

I'm going out there now. I guess that's what counts.

I now plan that there will be either seven or eight chapters, yay. The newest one is the one I'm proudest of, ever. I think my first foray into horror is a good one.

Title: The Seed of Desire [5+6/?]
Author: eratomo
Spoilers: Maybe one really tiny one about the Hokage, but you should know that already.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count:4,423 (Both combined)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting or anything, really.

( Chapter Five )
( Chapter Six )

By they way, all of the existing chapters can be found here.

Someone opened the flood gates last night. I've got three chapters on the way for different stories, not to mention I wrote down like 68 different ideas. Hooray! xD

Still, this chapter really isn't at all anything near my best writing, as I was kind of like "Hey, new chapter! Why not? I'm not really invested in this fic at all, though. Lazy~"

Title: The Seed of Desire [4/??]
Author: eratomo
Spoilers: Maybe one really tiny one about the Hokage, but you should know that already.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count:1,243 [This chapter]
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting or anything, really.




Also, the other chapters which need editing badly but can be found here nonetheless:
Chapters 1-3

After realized how badly I had (first) written 'Behind Closed Eyes' I took a glance at my FF profile and at the traffic (something I never do). Might I just say something along the lines of WTF?!

I had thought I was a terrible writer, especially because my 'later' fics that I did when I was 15 or so gathered less reviews than the terrible cliched mary sue sporadic spelling and grammar error filled crap that I wrote when I was 12. Apparently, I was wrong. I had, in fact, had 1,500 hits on something I gave up on because I had had three reviews.

Three. Reviews. ?!?

Perhaps they read it because it was terrible, or something. Still! Not even one person could write, say, a flame! Honestly!

Still, that cheered me immensely. Thank you, fanfiction. I guess. xD

I wrote this a really long time ago, when I was about twelve. After rereading it today I was utterly horrified by my lack of writing skill and basic spelling and grammar skill. I decided to revamp it, and I've almost made a different story with the same plot. I'm proud to say Hermione is less of a Mary Sue, Ron is Ron, and it's descriptive and the spelling is good. Still, the plot is a twelve year old's, so don't mind it much.

Title: Behind Closed Eyes
Author: eratomo
Spoilers: Not at the time of writing, but apparently now there are spoilers for the Sixth book, Half-Blood Prince.
Rating: PG for violence.
Word Count:2,411
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting or anything, really.

 

 

...I can't find good clips for a video, or a series that fits the songs perfectly...
...I can't think of good plots for fanfictions, no inspiration anywhere...
...I get inspiration from music, but I've heard none.

Extreme sadness. D:

I just realized I should really put this up here, even though I made it around a year ago. Back, last summer, when we were all waiting, terribly impatient, for our Harvest Moon: Tree of Tranquility, and how Natsume kept delaying it. And then I got it, and I played it so much. So I made this video, and I pretty much used nearly all of the pictures of Harvest Moon:TOT in the world. And don't roll your eyes, watch the video and then you'll be like, "DUDE." Ha, good paragraph! It was originally supposed to be a tribute to Chase/Gill, but then I ran out of pictures for them, so I stuck some Luke in there and then some solo pictures of Akari, and I still didn't have enough pictures, so I got some of the main characters and then any guy I could find, and then any girl I could find, then any pairing, and from there I just ran out of everything.
P.S.  It's really bad in low quality, because it lags and the sound is bad. So watch it in HQ.
( So I will post it here. xD )

Well, in an effort to pretend I have a life, here's everything I had to go through just to get Sims 3.

DAY 1: Asked Dad if it was possible to get it. He said yes.
DAY 2: Asked Mom to get it. She forgot.
DAY 3: Got the game for $50. My sister's graphics card failed. The disc wasn't read in my computer, my father said it was the graphics card.
DAY 4: Bought a $100 graphics card. Still didn't work.
DAY 5: Spent the entire day wondering what was wrong. Found out the computer had no DVD drive. Dad said we had an old computer that had one, so we could switch computers.
DAY 6: Switched computers. Lost half of iTunes library, and all games. Reinstalled MSN, iTunes, IMVU, DOMO, Firefox, and uninstalled all stupid programs. Got rid of useless account. Tried game. Still did not work. Called Best Buy. Brought it in. $125 later, plus two hours and housework, the computer comes back. Game works.

TIME TAKEN: Over 48 hours of actual time working on the computer.
Price: Around $275.
Actually playing the game: NOT FREAKING WORTH IT.

I am a wholehearted shipper of Sheldon and Penny from The Big Bang Theory. There are many people who disagree with me, and prefer to ship Leonard and Penny. I have absolutely no problems with this, but it seems they have a problem with me. So I'm going to explain just why I don't ship Leonard and Penny, hopefully so that they can understand my reasoning (although not necessarily agree with it) and continue to ship Leonard and Penny for their own reasons.

( Let me explain... )

 

I fail epically at updating my LiveJournal. No matter what.

I failed the first of my goals: Do my homework before bed, today. I just did 100 pushups almost nonstop. There were about 4 5-20 second breaks within there. My arms are limp noodles, and I was already hurting from my taekwondo workout from yesterday! -cry- Now I have to go do my math corrections. This stinks. I really should follow my goals.

Housekeeping is a day once a week when I'll post goals that I want to do and then post my progress on them later. I'll also post stuff like when I fail at sending things to Kattie, and blah blah blah. Basically, it's a boring post.

Three Goals for This Week:

(-) Do my homework before it's time for me to sleep.

(-) Keep my room clean for a week, without making it a total mess even once.

(-) Whiten my teeth (because my teeth are all pretty straight now, it'd be lame to just let them stay yellow. xD).

And since I fail at keeping goals unless there's a punishment, my punishment will be for the following:

(-) 100 nonstop push ups
(-) No video games and books for the weekend!
(-) Deleting ONE of my favorite AMVs

There, that'll keep me motivated. ;-;

Kattie: I've FAILED at sending you your gifts. THEY'RE STILL JUST SITTING ON MY DRESSER. RAWR. How do stamps work? I'll focus on remembering to send it to you, so you can GET IT, because the stuff will NOT SIT HERE FOR A TOTAL OF ONE YEAR! EPIC FAIL!

Just a short mention of the only April Fool's prank I've seen today. This guy has been planning it for quite some time now.

He took the french horn of his friend's, filled all of it's tubes with water, and waited for her to find out.

Needless to say, she tried to play it and it sounded like someone farted in a bathtub. She flushed and started taking it apart, pouring water out from every end, onto the floor and all over her pants. It was hilarious. Even the teacher didn't mind, and she just said she'd get him back.

( My braces came off! )</div>