ramblings



I was in a silly mood when I wrote this...it's quite long. you don't have to read the whole thing.

it's mostly an excuse to use this cool background...
 

banshees are quite cool, wouldn't you say?

oh yes, definitely, so cool that they get their own song.

haha, this is so stupid - correcting your own mistakes when talking to the computer

i wonder if you can make it talk in two different voices

no, it can't tell when it should start a new voice

maybe i should adopt a new personality

hmm no i should stay this way

i wonder how other people in chat rooms see me

why are they so fun?

i like to interact with other people

maybe that's it

why is it that in chat rooms i always end up talking to myself?

maybe i just don't try to talk to other people

i should play the wasps!

yay!  not this harpy stuff

harpy stuff?  i like it!

why do i have to correct my punctuation when i'm talking to myself?

hmm

ok now i'm going to change to wasps

eek the harpy song is over

no it isn't

ok change to wasps

where is it? eek the new song is starting

there!

ok, happy waspy song!

ahh change from banshee to pretty harp music

ooh shouldn't i be doing my art homework?

no haha ms. douglass so there

this is a lot more fun

i'm practicing my typing...that's right...practicing my typing...

ooh pretty harp songs all out of order

i like pretty things

like pretty pens, computers

simple things that don't get messed up

i like loud sounds and colors when nobody else can hear or see them

maybe i should post this on the internet

for anyone to look at

no i won't

or maybe i will anonymously

oh well i will

how will i post it then?

it needs a title

this will be weird to read, won't it, reader?

i wonder who you are and what you think

ooh what does this button at the bottom of the screen do?

"turn fax software on"

no thanks computer i don't have a fax machine

i never saw that button before

actually, i've probably seen it lots of times

i've never really looked at it

now the meistersinger is playing

die meistersinger von nurnberg

in other words,

die, meistersinger von nurnberg!

ahh, the difference a comma and exclamation point can make.

the violinist sitting next to my stand showed that one to me in rehearsal one day.

i suppose it was a joke going through the entire violin section

they were giggling a few measures before and i was wondering why

see, they had about 140 measures of rest in the middle of it

and they were tired of waiting

aah, poor little violinists

i didn't have a single note until measure 300.

and then i had 14 bars of chords that nobody could hear anyway

die, meistersinger!

we played a carmen suite too.

the fourth movement will forever be ruined for me

you know, the one that goes la-la-le, la-la le

ok maybe you don't

well our conductor told the winds to play it like they was playing "pot-ter-ry, pot-ter-ry"

now when i listen to it again i think "pottery, pottery"

haha now i've ruined it for you too i'm so mean

i should put a list of the songs i'm talking about on here too

ooh the gymnopedie is so pretty

i love playing it and it's nice and simple too

but i want to listen to the kabalevsky

yes i do, don't i

hmm

ok then i won't change the song

but gymnopedie makes me sad

haha i keep on almost writing gymnopedia

aaah the stuffing is falling out of my chair.

it's an old dining table chair

and in a corner of the bottom keeping the stuffing in fell out

so the stuffing is coming out

i'm sitting at my desk

it's a wood desk

it matches my bunkbed

eek i don't like fantaisie

ok then change it

ok etude's better

i need to make a list of the songs i'm listening to

i won't write the ones that have nothing to do with my writing.

the return of the banshee - by some composer at long beach university (played by the camp orchestra)
the wasps - vaughn-williams (camp)
die meistersinger von nurnberg - wagner (camp)
gymnopedie no. 1- satie
fantaisie, op. 124 - saint-saens
etude - hasselmans

i should put wasps and meistersinger on the internet too

maybe i will

i know!

this all should be titled "ramblings"

creative, isn't it?

i just scrolled up and down - it looks rather boring

i wonder just how many people will read it to the end?

i think if you've read this far, you:

1) have nothing better to do, you silly person
2) know me. weird. hi, you!

wow this is a weird song i'm listening to

what is it saying? i can't tell!

"not inside a (unintelligible)" "out on the lake where the wind can run free"?

ok then! and this was on my international harp festival vol. 2 cd?

sure, why not.

it's an odd cd - african rainforest harp, electric harp, irish wire strung harp, wind harp

i like it though.

and look! here is kabalevsky! yay!

ok that means i need to add two more items to my list:

la dame du lac - stivell
the comedians (movements 1-5) - kabalevsky (camp)

ooh i love this piece

hmm.

now i think i've written myself out.

i had nothing to say for a second

i hate my glasses.

they're so ugly! and icky and uncomfortable

you know, i've been writing for a long time.

now it's 4:23 or so the clock says

if i had done my art homework instead of this i would be chalking the hair by now

i have to do a pastel chalk portrait from a photograph of my sister

draw it on the paper (the paper's about 1 and a third times the size of the photo, which is 3 times normal size) and chalk the colors on there (with these 12 pastel chalk pencils)

it's rather hard.

i've done the background, her neck, her face (except for one eye), and her shirt collar.

all i have left is her right eye, her hair, her eyebrows, and her eyelashes

i don't like doing it.

it's messy and difficult to get the colors right.

i'm a silly perfectionist and i can't get it right.

i don't like my art teacher

i'm supposed to be able to do this properly?

haha i wonder what the art teacher thinks now

she probably was debating whether to leave in the red chalk or not.

"no, she can make red out of pink and black!" etc. etc.

ok stop being bitter, britta.

britter.

haha.

i talk to myself a lot, have you noticed?

i like to make up imaginary conversations with people...

sometimes i'll talk to my door:

me: welcome, door, to the dangerous maniac show (tm)
door: hi, britta, my name is rood the door
me: hello rood, how are you doing today?
door: oh just fine! i haven't been slammed in ages!
me: no, not by my mom since that fight over how much time i'm allowed to be on the computer
door: nope! i'm very woody today!
me: is that a good thing?
door: of course it is! it'd be weird to feel plastic, wouldn't it?
me: (laughter) hahaha well i do say it would be! now that you mention it, i feel quite skin-ny today!
door: (laughs like a door, however that sounds, but then again what is a door's voice like?  to me, it sounds like an old geology professor) hahaha! yes, i usually feel rather thin too!
me: yes, you look in good shape!  what's your secret for staying 2 inches wide?
door: well, if you look at it another way, i'm actually 48 inches wide.
me: yes, that's true, but you don't look a day over 30!
door: well, no, actually, i was born - built, you could say - around 1970
me: really! wow! and your wood is even older!

ok, that's more than enough of an example for you.

yes, i am a dangerous maniac

and yes, i am perfectly happy to stay a dangerous maniac

if i wasn't a lunatic, why would i post this kind of thing on the internet?

i wonder who you are: are you a dangerous lunatic too? or are you just a psychic polka dotted pac man?

i like polka dots.

they're so daring and dangerous.

and usually, quite tacky.

oh well.

some things are very annoying.

for example, when a song, like this perfectly good nocturne, gets split up into nine different parts by my computer.

on the cd, it's one track - normal, right?

on the computer, it's translated into nine different tracks.

for no apparent reason.

another addition to the list:

nocturne for harp and flute - tulou

didn't i say a while ago that i had nothing else to say?

haha yes i do think i did

no, this'll probably end when i fall asleep on the keyboard at about 2:00 in the morning tomorrow.

scary, eh?

when i used to read books (wait...i still do), i always wondered what the characters meant when they said "eh?"

i still don't know

so what do i mean by "scary, eh?"

i, um, don't know.

ouch my neck has a crick in it

not surprising, is it

yours probably does too, check it

it doesnt?

fiddlesticks!

ooh i don't think i've got anything to say

i don't feel like writing

i don't feel much like chalking art homework either though

how should i end?

hmm.

if you ever see me (or the next time you see me), say "polka dots are yummyful"

and i'll say "wow! really?"
and you'll say: "well, yeah"
me: "you really read it?"
you: "well, yeah"
me: "oh wow. it's really silly, i don't mean any of it"
you: "wait, we're really going through that dialog at the end of it, aren't we?"
me: "yes"
you: "haha how strange"
me: "should i have ended it right there? or gone on?"
you: "i don't remember if you did, did you?"
me: "no, i was considering it, but i didn't"
you: "oh good, because i didn't read any more"
me: "it was a sneaky way to get out of writing more, wasn't it"


onward and outward