LEE-DING THE WAY

"Hmm... could it be then that it is not the authentic, but the simulated Hungarian which is the epitome of exotic glamour?"
- Zsuzsanna Ardó

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As the quote may suggest, I took this picture in Hungary.  It was in Budapest, actually.  I'm in love with that city.  Buda, the city on the hill, and Pest, the industrial district..  Man.  I love it.  The architecture, the people, the buildings, the stores.  Even the slightly tacky Four Seasons and Hilton Hotel.  I just love the city.  And the food - even as some of the locals joked, we never went hungry in Hungary.  Har-har-har.

It is a very beautiful city, though.  But whoever wrote the Blue Danube had to be smokin' something, because the Danube River is anything but blue.  I'd say it's more like a muddy off-brown.  You could probably find some blue if you squinted.

Anyway, I took his tablecloth picture at a beer garden.  I know, right?  There's even rice in the salt shaker, and someone explained to me that that was because it keeps moisture from ruining the salt.  I had no idea.  I felt so enlightened after that.  But now, on to the good stuff.


Oh, life.  Oh, writing.  Oh... oh.


I just don't know where to start sometimes. 

Little blue eyes is staring at me from across the room.  My cat, the kitten, the adorable white furball monster, has decided that if the food in his bowl isn't fresh every ten minutes, he won't eat it.  So I feel like some sort of deranged mother, screaming at my cat that he won't get any more food until he finishes what's in his bowl, goddangit!  

I put up a new chapter on FFN.  Things aren't getting reviewed as quickly as I'd like them to be.  My posts just keep getting swallowed.  It's kind of annoying, actually.  And I think I'm finally ready to start my own mystery novel.  Finally.

Now, all I need are characters, a passable plot, and a handful of journals.  I have an idea for the starting point, and a vague idea for the ending point, but all the stuff in between... Whew.  Where am I going with this?  I have an idea.  An idea was just born.  I'll have you know, blog, that this is so good for me.  I sort things out in my head and then I end up with more plot bunnies than I know what to do with.  Which is why so many of them end up hopping away.

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I know it has to be an optical illusion, but it looks like the letters get bigger to me.  It's strange.  

I have a first name.  All I need now is a last name.  This is so exciting.

The first thing I worked on just broke 14k yesterday.  I'm sort of proud of it - except I'm not sure if I like it or not.  It feels strange to me.  Like I didn't write it.  I did write it a while ago, but it just doesn't feel like me.  But now I have something that does - and it just broke 300 words.  I'm hoping I can get a solid chapter one done tonight.  Heee.

I'm so excited about this new idea.  I have a lot of plot bunnies hopping around up there in my pathetic excuse for a brain, so I'm really hoping they go somewhere.  Right now, they seem to be going somewhere fast.  I'm so excited.  I need to cut this blog off so I can go work on it!

Hmm.. now I need a setting...

PEACE.

-Lee

NATURAL-LEE

"O for a horse with wings!"

-William Shakespeare

It's been a few days, huh.

That's W.  Rather, pronounced with a Southern accent, this is Dubya.  He's pretty freaking awesome, even though I really haven't seen him in a while.  He's gorgeous too.  I mean, look at that emo forelock haircut.  He's gorgeous.  If the real W looked like that, I would be all over him in a heartbeat.  Maybe even a little less.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I am tired.

Not just the 'Oh, I haven't slept in a while, so I'm a little sleepy.'  This is like, hardcore 'I NEED TO SLEEP FOR 45 DAYS STRAIGHT OR I WILL DIE.'  I dunno - it's strange.  I've never felt so tired before.  I haven't been doing things differently, unless you count all the texting I've done.  And the writing.  Oh, the writing.  So much.

I hope everyone is so proud of me.  I even have a few rudimentary character sketches up for some of the old characters that I didn't like.  I think I'm going to just rearrange them.  That way, I can get stuck with a protagonist that I don't mind working with.  And maybe if I get a reasonable plot going, that would help too.

Today was boring.  Yesterday was boring too.  This whole week is taking way too long to finish, especially since this weekend we have Monday off.  I'm really looking forward to it.  That means I have lots of time to sit around and plot.

I need to do some serious writing and some serious thinking.  And just to be serious.  I need to sit down and think about where things are going, because at the moment, they're going in places that I don't know where they'll end up.  I mean, I have a plot.  Sort of.  And I have no ending.  At all.  I am considering writing something like I Spy.  I Spy is good - and creepy and delicious and full of senseless violence and torture and all sorts of exciting, fantastic goodness, and I think I could definitely repeat it.  With my own characters and a new setting.  Heh.

One thing I need to not do, though, is pick at scabs.  It's bad for my skin.

I'm too tired to make this sensible and long, so I'm going to bed.  Maybe tomorrow will be better.

PEACE.
-Lee

MOST OR LEE-ST?

The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.   

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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You know, I think we really confused Pedro the Donkey right there.  That kid's name was Kianu, I think, or something like that.  It definitely sounded like the way I spelled it, but if he reads this some day and is all pissy because I didn't spell it right, feel free to correct me.  I'll change it.  Or something.  Anyway, he was sleeping in that water trough, and Pedro goes clomping over there for a drink and I swear, nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw there was a kid in there.  So funny...

He didn't get up for a while, either.  I wonder if the algae-infested water got to his head or something.  Or maybe, you know, the logical conclusion would be that he was just tired.  Camp is pretty tiring.  It took so much effort to not put 'I'm not gonna lie,' right there.  I'm so proud of myself - I didn't.

Today's character will be different.  I enjoy blogging about my day in someone else's personality, actually.  I didn't realize how entertaining it was until I read over yesterday's blog.  It kind of made me giggle a bit.

Writing is making good progress.  I pulled up something I started a... while ago, and I read over it.  The basic plot isn't too bad - so I have to think about how I can work with it.  I might change the characters all around, though.  I don't like most of them.  And that is definitely a problem.  I can't write with characters I don't like.

Plus there is the fact that it's like, two years old, and my writing sucked.  Huh.  I'll pull that back out and try to edit it.  Plus, my fanfiction is making great progress.  If anyone reads D.Gray Man, this is Lee Isidor speaking.  Anyway, I Spy is making progress, finally.  And so is BoD.  And also ST.  Speaking of ST, chapter eleven is nearly almost done.  I just have to wrap up the last scene - and it's already 5.3k plus, thank you - and then it'll be done.  Heee. C:

So now it's time for me to blog about my day in a character persona.  I'm excited about this one...

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I hate rain.  I don't usually hate a lot of things, but I really, really dislike the rain.  My sisters always complain about how it ruins their hair, but I just don't like to be cold.  When I forget my umbrella, it soaks my jeans, and then I stay wet and cold and miserable all day.  Which really, really sucks.  I don't think I can emphasize how much it sucks.

Today was crap.  I don't want to use a stronger word than that, because this goes on the internet for everyone to see and read, and cursing in general makes me uncomfortable, but today really was crap.  I had a quiz or test or almost quiz slash test in every single class.  The Spanish quiz was easy, though.  It's what we speak at home, most of the time.  Sometimes I think my mom won't speak to me in any other language.  She's so strange.

Anyway, first thing after that Spanish test was a practice AP exam.  Spanish 5 isn't all that difficult, I will admit, but the practice exam kind of put me to sleep.  It was really boring.  Except, there was one poem we had already read - called 'Lo Fatal,' and it's a good poem.  Pretty short, too.  That's why it was the easiest one on the test.

Then I went to comm apps and sat through a bunch of speeches.  We had a quiz in there too - only it took me a good thirty seconds to circle the answers and turn it in.  It was an 'SAT Vocab-Building Quiz,' but I thought it was just easy.  Then I traipsed off to English and was slaughtered by the Paradise Lost quiz.  I thought I understood it, but when they called up obscure quotes, I felt a little confused.  Okay, it was a lot confused.  I was just confused.

Then I went to environmental science and took a ridiculously easy test.  It was pretty nice.  And then I went to statistics to prepare for a test tomorrow that will also slaughter me, same with orchestra.  

But Friday was better.  I only had one test - in statistics - and it didn't slaughter me like I thought it would.  It was actually okay.  Huh.  And we didn't have to do our playing test in orchestra, which was another added bonus.  Friday was good.

So now, here it is, Saturday morning.  I have had this blog up for three days, which is a little ridiculous.  I have to go, though - mom is yelling at me to get down and make breakfast.  Sometimes I wonder if any of my family is ever going to learn how to cook for themselves...

So, uh, adios blog.

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That was no lie, actually.  I really have had this thing open for like three freaking days.  I meant to finish it yesterday, but I just didn't have time, so here I am, clacking away at these keys.  I enjoy blogging, actually.  It's starting to grow on me...

But!  I really do have stuff to do today, so I'm gonna get out of here.  

PEACE.

-Lee

WHIGMA-LEE-RIE

 The picture is of a lotus in Buchart Gardens, Victoria Island, Canada.  I kind of really like lotuses.  

Is that not the coolest word you have ever seen in your life?  Whigmaleerie?  It's a real word.  Apparently it means something like 'a crazy idea' or 'on a whim.'  Huh.  Somehow I seem to get a lot of those.


Anyway, it's been a few days since I was on here.  Life is just so busy.  I like to stay busy, though - it gives me something to focus on, and something to work towards.  I also like public speaking, as strange as it sounds.  Communications application is becoming my favorite class.  I enjoy writing speeches and I enjoy giving them - and it's always fun to impress people with my acting, since I'm not an actress nor do I look particularly good at what I do.


Anyway, today, I think I'm going to try out my new writing style.  I'm goign to write in from teh point of view of a character, right after I clean off my freaking keyboard.  It's kind of really disgusting.  Honestly, I wish there was some way to eat Cheez-Its without completely ruining my hands.  And there has to be a better way that either a, wearing gloves, or b, putting the box up to my mouth and pouring.  Gloves would be bulky, and I tried the pouring thing.  Didn't work out to well...

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So.  Today.  What was up with today, man?  I did nothing. Like, literally.  I didn't do anything.  Okay, that's a lie; I didn't do anything worthwhile.  I did a few things.  None of it was very interesting, though - and it definitely wasn't sex, so where's the fun in that? 

I will say that staring at the hot chick who was in front of me on my way to third period... mmm, yeah, that's what I'm talking about.  They weren't anywhere near as hot as the one guy from my fourth period, but I'm not gonna lie when I say I would definitely hit that.  Of course, I would hit a lot of people.  I've been told - by a few separate entities - that I have kind of low standards.  It doesn't really bother me.  If you're hot and willing, let's do it.  If you're not hot, let's not - but if you aren't totally willing, I can work around that. 

Gotta say that home life is a little sucky right now.  My brother was being especially annoying today.  I do have six siblings - well, okay, I'll be honest, I only have five and one half-sibling-but-not-really-step-sibling-because-he's-related - but my oldest brother is the most annoying person ever.  At least, he is when he forgets to take his pills.  I'm not really sure what makes him tick, but when he forgets those meds, man, he is freaking off the walls.  I would say that I was a little intimidated, but he's my brother.  What can I do but live with him?

Anyway - back to the hot kid I saw earlier.  That new kid I saw today was the hottest one yet, I think.  He was just kind of wandering the halls, looking a little lost.  I slipped out of my fourth period and spent it in the library - sort of - and I saw him.  He was gorgeous.  I mean, damn.  I would definitely like a piece of him under my fingers.  If he would agree.  Being bisexual is so convenient, wouldn't you say?

I think Ma is calling me.  She's always yelling at me to get off the damn computer, but that woman needs to take a chill pill.  I finally got in contact with my dad again - he found me on Facebook, of all things.  Now I can finally figure out who my dad is - and prove to everyone that no, my mother did not have sex with an octopus.  I mean, she might've, she does some pretty crazy things, but an octopus?  I think I read somewhere that the male octopus rapes the female.  Or something.  I don't think she's into that.

I'm totally neglecting my homework, but that hot kid, I just can't stop picturing him in my head.  His cute little 'I'm so lost' expression would've been better without any clothes.  Any.  At all.  I bet he looks better naked than with clothes on.  So would that chick in my seventh period.  All of them, no clothes.  We'd have a fucking good time, all right.  I can promise you that.

Anyway, enough about the sex.  However good it is.  Not gonna lie, I really enjoy it when the sex is good.  But I do have other things to do tonight, so I guess I'd better wrap this up.  I have tests and quizzes and shit to study for - too bad none of it is about anatomy.  Or sex.  I would definitely pay attention then.  Sadly, it's not.  I mean, John Milton does write a little about sex in the last part of book 4, but not much.  Not enough for me, anyway.

I'm definitely rolling out - shit to do, places to go... things to eat.  Yeah.

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Huh.  That was interesting.  I'm not gonna lie - I need to get rid of all those 'honestly's and 'I'm not gonna lie's and 'really's and 'anyway's.  I write waaay too much of those, and I think this blogging is going to help point it out.  This guy turned out to be much more of a pervert than I had intended.

I think my cat is dreaming.  He's making these funny, high-pitched noises and twitching.  Now, if I were the character stated above, I would have never said something like that.  Because it just sounds too dirty.  Good thing I'm not!   Even though I might be snickering a little bit on the inside...

Today was long and busy, so I'm gonna take this guy's advice and roll out.  I still have lots of homework to do - and studying and all this crap.  Blech.  I'm tired of school.  Just a side note - kind of like a disclaimer - none of the above mentioned 'hot' people are real.  They are other characters that I will, eventually, blog as.  One day.  When I have time.  And they will definitely note the way this guy is staring.  He's such a pervert. :O

Time for me to insert my smilies, because I can't live without those things. C:  

But!  I have places to go and people to see - which is a lie, again - but I actually do have work to do.  So, for now, I'm gonna go do stuff.  That might actually improve my GPA.  I know, I know - what a whore.

PEACE.

-Lee