Amidst the turbulent rocking waves of a world turned upside down... I realized..

I forgot to tell you all.

Beth was staying the night at our house, and she decided to tell me a bedtime story(yes, yes...).

I asked if she would retell me the one about a three-inch-tall Ohno Satoshi and his little tiny piano that had jungle animals painted on it(completely out of her own head, I sware), but she said she couldn't remember all the words. So she decided to tell me a story about L.

I had a hard time not giggling hysterically through the whole story, it was SO freaking CUTE. I adore interrupting her for questions that help the story along.

She said that L turned into an angel, and that he went to heaven - where ALL the angels go, of course - and that he had a white robe and "a little circle thing above his head".

I asked if she meant a halo. She halted, a little confused, and said that it was golden. I asked if he could have a blue one. She said no. I said okay.

He went up into heaven. And God made him an angel, and he was happy in heaven. Then God sent him down to protect all of us, she told me, to watch over us. I said I was very happy L was looking out for everybody.

Then, since I was SO tired from digging holes, and because her little child's drawl is so thick and adorable, I could've sworn I heard her say, "And L pwotect us fwom the Walwus."

"The walruses?!" I asked, aghast at such a mental image as evil walruses coming to attack us, and L with full-on angelic gear coming to our rescue.

"NOOOO! THE WOBBEWS!" She argued adamantly. MTM was now cackling beside me on the bed.

"She said robbers, Ryuuzaki," she explained.

Oh, well that made sense.




But I still like to imagine L fighting a walrus.

Okies. Have a stove in our house. Nice, warm fire = awesome. Nice, warm fire that lets smoke AWAY from you = doubly awesome.

Keep in mind, peeps, we've been working on our house less than a month. It's way less if you keep in mind we've worked for a week and three weekends in total. But also keep in mind that the house is SMALL. We're talking, the finished product will be 24 x 16 feet. Which sounds really tiny, especially with seven people, one bathroom in there somewhere and one bedroom. Ha. But compared to living...well....NOWHERE, it'll be an upgrade. I'm sick of washing my hair in sicks and at other people's houses, and I'm tired of sleeping on a mattress on a floor or a couch that's too small for me. :( And I want my computer back. The phone battery worked, which is a million kinds of awesome now. But the computer cord I bought won't charge it, which means my battery is kaputs. Ahh...well...another $30-$40 bucks for that which I'll actually be earning for that dog-gone sweater I repaired for this lady. Long story, but I've been working on it FOREVER. And I'm finally done with it and can give it back and get paid. W00T. But mom and dad are aware of my laments for a cord, so I may end up waiting on that a bit longer until after Christmas and my bday. :D

BTW, in case you didn't know, my bday is about a week after Christmas. Which usually means everyone is broke by then, so my weirdness cheers them up. Haha...I've gotten some weird gifts over the years, too. I'm sick of those people who give me hair barrettes and stuff, though. They were ALWAYS too small for my thick head of hair. Even when I was four, okay? Too little of a clip. Yarly. See me more than once a year and they might get a clue, ne?

Hm...by the time I was four I had hair to my waist....hm...those were the days...looong ago. And it was blondish then,too. Haha.

Okies okies....so, school is looking up. Found out I have approximately two years of school to do this year, in order to be on-track. Whoopie. Luckily enough, I've decided to do this extra math thing that's actually really easy stuff. I mean, really. It's basically teaching you to use logic and thinking skills in math and applying them to real life situations. Dude. I'm doing ARITHMETIC again. What a breeze. Did some 'fill in the blank' division problems today, and it wasn't the easiest thing in the world(since division makes me angry...and you don't want to make me angry), but it was waaay easier than some of the math I'm doing.

BTW, getting bro to help me on math was one of the smartest things in the world. w00t kaw00t. He's worked on it way more recently than mom, and it's like I can understand it better on a 'coming from your peer' level.

The adorable Beth was over today, and I happened to be wearing my L shirt today, which she promptly poked. You should have heard her when I helped her write her Christmas list(she sat in my lap and I prodded her with suggestions). Here's how the convo went basically:

Me: And what else do you want?
Beth: *thinks adorably* Um....a webkins!
Me: What kind?
Beth: A horsie webkins!
Me: Okaaay...and what else?
Beth: I dunno...
Me: How about...*thinks of something useful and shiny that kids love*...a flashlight?
Beth: YEAH! A flashlight!
Me: What color?
Beth: Um....black!
Me: *writes* A black...flashlight. Okay, and what el-
Beth: WITH L ON IT! A BLACK FLASHLIGHT WITH L ON IT!
Me: El oh ell.....
Beth: And an L shirt!
Me: Okies...an L shirt...
Beth: *in an 'as-a-matter-of-fact' tone* In MY size.
Me: Oh, of COURSE. *writes while grinning*

She's so elated when she tells me these things. I told her mom it might be more cost-effective if she bought a few pages of L stickers and just stuck them on her things. She laughed and said she'd considered it.


SO CUTE! DOMO KAWAII!!

And Beth's older brother decided to start calling me 'captain'. He doesn't realize MTM finds this WAY amusing. Because Ohno Satoshi of Arashi is called the 'leader' or 'captain'. XD

Well, it's obvious it's December, since everyone is trying to slyly figure out what to get everyone else. Being me, I go up to people and say, "What do you want for Christmas?"

My list of 'to gets' is really odd. It's all stuff that's in-jokes or personal between that person and me, though it's not very big or important and most of it's noooot expensive at all. The hardest so far has been my parents, and Momochan.

And my online friends...oh noesssss! What to get you that will bring you happiness and good cheer for the holiday! DDDD:

Cake?


That reminds me...I meant to type up my whole wacked-out dream in my LJ...but it's 1:15 and I know mom'll ground me if she finds me on the compy right now...so I gotta go. Just be sure it was weird..and I actually remembered it.

FYI: Chorus to my newest song:

Trembling in the last of reveries
Foreign words ring through the night
Obtain the myriad of horrors
Screams in a broken song

GG what you think? :D There's more but that's what is stuck in mah head. MOONY I NEED TO GIVE YOU THIS SONG YAH? I have it recorded and it came out decent.

Am I dork when I listen to my own music on my mp3? I CAN'T HELP IT I MISS BEING ABLE TO PLAY MY PIANO.

This week, I used a slightly organized method of remembering things I wanted to tell you dudes.

MTM's book: She got her computer working again and spent a couple hours the other day working on her novella, and she asked me to help her with it. I took a chance and actually pointed out some problem areas, awkward sentences, etc. My most repetitive instruction was to expand the scenes. I can tell by her writing style that she sees her stories in a film-like form in her mind, so she goes AT that pace. The trick is to get her to pause that film, write down in detail the entire frame, then continue. It was fun. Hee...

Moving: We're moving again, hopefully for the last time. We found 21 acres of property and are planning on building houses for our five families(our 'community) and we'll all live there together, be self-sustaining, and awesomely settled down at last. There's a lot of debating and discussion and such going on, and it's all pretty exciting. Man, mom and I counted up how many full-out moves we've done since she and dad were together 20 years ago, and this will be the 21st time. Yipes. That's averaged out to once a year. The longest we've lived anywhere was four years, and the second-longest was two and a half years. So yeah, that means a few places we've lived less than a year. I don't know how many times I've signed up for girl scouts, cheerleading, ballet, 4H, etc....those kinds of groups, and then ended up moving before I got to take part in any of it. It's disappointing, to say the least, but I think I've become used to it. And hopefully, this is the last time! *crosses fingers*

I took an opportunity and recorded all my 'better' original songs and recorded them on my mp3, put them on the computer and titled and arranged them into a little album sort of thing. The quality is horrible, with popping noises when the piano or vocals get too loud, but it's something. So yay. *punches air* I called the album, "Amber Street At Midnight" and the artist, "This Romantic Storm". Basically both are random things that popped into my head. And freaking Bilbo's toes....I played my original draft for Amber Street At Midnight, the song? AAAAHH. It was dull and horrible, the lyrics sucked and there was absolutely no structure. I should send you guys some of the recordings so you guys can hear the new version. It's not my final draft, but it's mucho better.

Album Song List, Draft...four something?
1. Overture/Bells
2. Rebellion
3. My Precious
4. Amber Street At Midnight
5. Fake Blue Eyes
6. Ryuuzaki
7. Unshed Tears

Man, it's weird looking at that list and knowing all the inspirations for it. Some are obvious...others, I'd hope not so much... :)


BTW, GG -- that job for my aunt seems to be working out. I get 50 bucks a week, doing calls. Hopefully it'll continue to give me at least a little income.

Beth: You know that personal escort of cuteness I have? The youngest girl of my mother's friend?(woah confusing there, Masciisan) Well, she has fallen in love with my L tshirt now. Every day she comes over, she crawls into my lap, and looks up with her big eyes to see if I'm wearing it. If I'm not, she gets all pouty and says she wishes I would have worn my L-shirt...XD If I do, she giggles and says with glee, "Hey! You awe weawing your L shirt!" And she promptly pokes a very serious-looking L in the face. XD LOLOLOL... Aaaand I'm teaching everybody Japanese. Like, everybody. My grandma thinks, "Ohayu!" is the word for everything, and my dad constantly says, "Mushi mushi" instead of "Moshi moshi", and uses THAT for everything. Mom says teenagers are hard enough to understand in their native language, and could we all please speak it. The little kids have sheets of vocabulary words. Haha...And Beth says, 'Daisuki!' in a really cute way that always makes Moony and MTM spazz out from the cuteness, and I give her new words to say with equal adorabality. Haha

Went on my first hay ride this week with Beth and her family, and THEIR church family. 40 something people went, including us. Wowzah. We sat on hay and stared at cows. It was really chilly, so I brought my trenchcoat as well as my favorite sweaterjacketthing. Yar. We were gone for about four hours, I think. Most of the kids jumped out to crawl on this huge fort of hay bales for awhile, and one chick picked one up and held it over her head(they're like 50-60 pounds, the dude says, depending). Then we went to the huge round hay bales(I dunno what they're called) and I got Beth's mom to come and jump with me on them. They were set up in rows, with large gaps in between the rows, and were about five feet high. The first time she jumped across a gap, she fell. Haha...And she was laughing so hard my bro and I had to help her get back up. It's fun, jumping across those gaps. Dunno why, but something about jumping hay bales was very entertaining.

Most of the hay ride Beth sat in teh lap of one of the girls from her church. I told her mom that I wish she'd sit in MY lap, and she laughed and said, "Oooh...is someone feeling jealous?" I made a pouty face and said, "Pffft! YES!" And when Beth finally came to sit in my lap I huggled her and muttered, "Miiine..." and she giggled and said, "Heheee! Now I'm YOURS!"

After the hayride everyone kind of bundled in the main guy's tiny house, and they had dinner. Hotdogs and only very spicy chips and stuff. At first I hesitated(it was a weird person's house I'd never met before. Even I hesitate to skeef foods) until Beth's mom started sticking food in my mouth at random points. Eggsalad sandwiches, these cookie things...

And they had fruits sitting out. I went all happy-faced.

STRAWBERRIES. AND APPLES. AND GRAPES. OHHHHHH LALA!

Mascii <3's her fruits. Very muchly. Anyways, I finally made sure all us kids had gotten plates and snatched myself up something to eat.
Annnnd....there was a piano there! w00t w00t! I have this thing where I hone in on any piano I'm closest to.

Annnnd...there was a long line for the only bathroom. By the time I got in there the toilet paper was gone. X_X Am I the only one who wouldn't have hesitated to dig through the drawers and stuff until I found the toilet paper? Well, I neeeeeded to go. So I found it. It wasn't like I was taking out family heirlooms or using their toothbrushes or anything, right? It was in the closet, BTW. Kthnxbai.

All in all a fun evening. W000t kaw00t.


ALSO. At the homeschool group thingy, there's a huge piano in the main sanctuary that's been calling my name for weeks now. IT'S A GRAND PIANO. AND IT'S SHINY AND GORGEOUS. MUUUUST TOUCH ITTTT...

So last week after classes I snuck in there, MTM following me going, "Ryuuuuuuuzakiiiii! Where are you gooooinng!" and I started playing my original songs on that hot instrument.


OOOOoh it was awesome. The notes just FLOWED into each other gorgeously, the touch wasn't rough like Beth's mom's piano, and it wasn't at all plinky or awkward. It was freaking awesome.

Some dude came up(holding a munchkin) while I was playing and applauded me. I'd guess he was about 11, 12, 13 -ish...and he asked me how I learned to, "do that". I said I'd taught myself piano for about seven years now, and he asked me about the black keys and stuff, and then said he was going to "help me play", so he started tapping on the high keys while I continued playing. Eventually he stopped(thank goodness. He was interrupting my song muse) and he left.
Theeeen the lady in charge of the homeschool thing came up and said I'd have to stop playing. I apologized and tried to explain in a non-weird way my obsession with touching pianos, and she seemed to understand. Said they'd had a grand piano once, too, but they didn't use it enough so they'd had to sell it.(This I don't understand. WHY!?)

Mom says I shouldn't have played the piano without asking first.
She also said the dude who asked about my playing was flirting with me, even though she wasn't there. X.x Mom's automatic answer when it comes to a guy talking to me is that he's flirting with me. Sheesh...I'm pretty sure the times when I KNOW the guy(s) is flirting, it's been because the friend I'm with drew them over. It's just LIKE that. It gets confusing to explain, but there have been a couple of occasions when a guy came up and started chitchatting or something, but it's always been when a friend of mine is with me, someone I know who attracts guys alot. By myself, I think I kind of scare them. No, really. Especially with my 'quiet-but-suddenly-very-non-hesitant' attitude. I kind of pop out and start talking business, that's my way. Mwhaha...and MTM thinks of me in a biased light. VERY.

AAAAAND...I think that's all. Found a couple new bands - Deas Vail is awesome so far, caught me on the first song...and I have a bunch of tests this week that could alter my life enormously, so wish me luck!