Smiling at Strangers

..Namely, Hazelton, BC. That’s my hometown, and yes, it is a land of ice and snow. I mean, it doesn’t get as brutally cold as the Yukon Territories or anything (our low this winter was -35, Yellowknife’s was -42, or so I heard), but it is, to my knowledge, the only place South of the North Pole where the snow has actually come down in June. Like that song.)

"Sometimes the snow comes down in June, sometimes I wish I lived somewhere else"

And now I’ve come to Victoria, where it’s mid-February and the daytime is already warm enough for shorts. I loooove it! Spring is on time! Spring exists! Sadly, today is the day of departure to Vancouver, which, no, is not exactly a cold place, but it’s…well…. rainy. Rain is irksome. Rain is the only weather in Hazelton after the snow. And yes, I realize that Victoria is a rainy place also, being on an island and all, but it hasn’t been lately, which is why I am so loath to leave.

So tell me, 28 viewers. What is your favourite type of weather?

I really need to stop posting every day. At least, I think I do. That’s sort of a taboo in blogging, isn’t it? Post weekly or twice a week or something, but not every day? well, I’m erring on this side of the spectrum to balance out my youtube account, where I’ve posted about 3 times in 3 years.

Anyway, it’s difficult to stop posting when I’m viewing this as sort of my public-domain diary. When I kept a physical diary, I would write in it multiple times throughout the day. Just narrowing posts down to once a day is kind of hard.


{February 17, 2010}   The Rapture of Rapture

Well, I leave tomorrow for Vancouver, where I am staying for a few days with a friend, and then on Friday it’s off to Kelowna for the provincial Miss Teen Canada – World competition. I should be doing my last minute laundry, packing, preparing some little speeches and researching my platform (also practicing piano because I have a concert in a month, but that’s another story), but instead I can’t stop playing Bioshock 2.

Pictured: Beautiful love.

You know how the reviews all said “It’s a good game, but rapture has lost its sense of wonder because you’ve been there before”? LIES. Rapture has not lost its wonder at all. Yes, it is still Rapture, but it’s different parts of Rapture. No, you will never again feel the shock of when your bathysphere first gave you the opening view of the underwater city, but in the first Bioshock you never gasped and instinctively held your breath because the glass between you and the entire ocean has just shattered and you’re now being tumbled through a mass of bubbles and debris. The ability to walk outside of the buildings in the open ocean is incredibly satisfying, there are new places that keep the atmosphere tense and surprising despite you being in the same overall environment (puppet shop, anyone? Eeeek.), and the level design is masterful. There are new plasmids and new creatures to fight (the Big Sisters’ shrieks are the sound of hell itself), and the game Now Comes With Multiplayer!….what more could you want?

I’m supposed to beat the game by tonight so Jarrett can trade it in for Heavy Rain on the release date, because we’re both super excited about that one too (SUPER excited)… but I dunno if it’s gonna happen. There’s just so much to explore. So many audio diaries to read. So many splicers to shank.

Speaking of which, why am I still here?

So, I just got back from the theatre before doing my video-completing and I’m going to say right off the bat…. Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief was a terrible movie. Not terrible in the ways that it makes me want to gouge my eyes and soul out (like Twilight), but terrible like a huge disappointment. At least with Twilight I already knew I was going to puke in my mouth multiple times because I’d read the book. But the trailer for Percy Jackson made it look so awesome! Hydras? Colossal water columns writhing and crashing around? The fury? Yes please! Unfortunately, as soon as the movie started, it became clear that a 12 year old had been employed to write the script. The dialogue was so awfully cheesy and fake and painful… and weren’t these kids supposed to be in highschool? How did they have all that money to throw around in Vegas? And… just….

Okay, this isn’t meant to be a movie review. I just wanted to express my disappointment over the movie. Although to be fair, the monsters and water-storms were still extremely enjoyable to watch, though I wish there had been an appearance by the Chimera.

Well, I’m sure I’ve ruffled some (read: a LOT of) feathers by dissing Twilight, so in return, I give you my own video production for your critique. Save time and money….watch this instead of Percy Jackson. Yes, I was drunk at the time, and it’s all unscripted, and all I’m doing is recounting the sad tale of getting refused at a nightclub, but it’s probably just as good as Percy Jackson anyway.

It’s that time of year, which means… pink writing!

It also means angst, alcohol and bitter rants or chocolates, perfume and movies, depending on what kind of romantic situation you’re in. Or, if you’re like me, both. I managed to get so angry with Jarrett while we were at the mall that we walked home separately (actually, I, having the student card, bussed), tears were shed, and we broke up. He’s packed all his stuff. However, we’re still on for the Italian restaurant and movie tonight (Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief… I’m excited for that), so this may all just be another of those big, toxic clouds of anger that hurts the lungs and pollutes the air but will eventually drift away.

Or maybe we’re actually totally broken up for good and I’ll be completely shattered when it hits me, and feel really stupid about this post.

Anyway, I’m determined not to sink into a state of misery and sorrow-drowning tonight, because there’s enough single people out there doing exactly that, and, being (I think) not single, I don’t really have a right to steal that away. Not tonight. Anyway, it’s a little too soon for a repeat, seeing as I did that last night. When I didn’t get into the Epica concert. I came home and drank a four-pack of Smirnoff Ice, which put me in a good enough mood to… record a video blog! I intended to post it on here for you, my perhaps-sympathetic and -existent audience, but there is a small problem getting in my way: I just got a new laptop and it doesn’t have Windows Movie Maker on it. It DOES have Roxio Creator, which I’m sure is a much better program (I’ll be the first to admit Movie Maker isn’t very good… but I was proficient with it!), and… well, I’ve actually worked out most of what I need to know by now, but I haven’t actually implemented that in the form of making the video itself. Because I am…. running late. And spaghetti awaits.

If I haven’t been too exhausted by sheer awe in the face of Poseidon’s power, I’ll do my video-splicing and editing when I get back, and have it posted by…. later.

I’m sure I don’t have a loyal enough fanbase at this point to care much if a video log whining about being underage is posted on time or not, anyway.

Happy Valentines Day!

It seems like 90% of the population HATES Valentines Day. Whatevs, dudes. *I* like it.

{February 13, 2010}   Epica tonight!

Day two of bloggery. Exciting news already: Epica is playing at the Sugar club in Victoria tonight! I have a ticket to the Meet & Greet function before the show, and I’m so very nervous… because, you see, the Sugar is a nightclub, and I’m 18, and I have no fake ID. Now, before I go on, I would like to say…

I LOVE Epica. Epica was the first band I heard since Nightwish that showed me that the metal of my dreams really did exist. Simone’s voice is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I’ve got such a chick-crush on her that I modeled my character in Dragon Age after her (if Simone had pointy ears and a face tattoo.)

No, it doesn't do justice, but it's the closest I could come.

So, despite the knowledge that I will almost certainly be turned away at the door, I bought my tickets and I’m showing up… even if I can’t get into the club, there’s always the chance that I’ll meet one of the members before or after the show. Also, I’m young and blonde and buxom. They might let me in underage. Or does that only happen in movies?

Also, some of my pictures bear a resemblance to Simone that makes me happy beyond measure.

Simone 😀

And me!

Hair coour altered and a bit more make-up... and voila! :O

{February 13, 2010}   Is this a blog?!

What the heck. I supposedly have a blog, but I can’t even find a “post blog” option. “New post” sounds promising, but last time I clicked one of those, it became an “About”. Which is apparently something different. I feel like a senior trying to work an ipod.

At least I can change the font colour! That’ll keep you entertained, The Masses.

Anyway, wherever this ends up posted, it will pronounce: I have uploaded the pictures from my photoshoot! After spending literally the entire day editing them (and only by the end had I got a good feel for the editor. The early edits are quite over-saturated. Some people do that intentionally and call it artsy. I’ll go with that.

et cetera