Sunday, May 29, 2011

I have a global blog!

I've noticed in my stats that I have viewers from many different countries across the world, including the United States, The United Kingdom, Germany, and Australia, just to name a few. So, I thought it would be fun to post a comment saying your country of nationality!



Additionally, does anyone know what http://pingywebedition.somee.com is? ive clicked it and its a dead link, but Ive had referrals to my blog from there. Has anybody else had that?

Friday, May 27, 2011

Finally, a new hobby

Last year, I really started getting into trance and electronica music. Since then, I've always wanted to make it. I know its hard work, and expensive, but finally I'm getting into it. A few months ago I downloaded a free VST host (a vst is a virtual instrument thing) called Mad Tracker 2. It was pretty cool, but it was so hard to use and time consuming that I didnt play with it much. I just bought a MIDI to USB cable to I can use my piano as an interface instead of using my computers keyboard, which is a total pain in the ass. And, right now, I'm currently downloading a trial version of Ableton Live studio, which I may buy if I like it. So, keep on the lookout because I'll eventually post one of the atrocities that I will pretend is music.




In the meantime, listen to this masterpiece, something of a quality I will never be able to match. Recommend watching it in 720P

Thursday, May 26, 2011

WOO!

I got some great news today. I have a chance at getting a full ride for all four years of college. I received a letter in the mail today telling me that, due to the financial crisis we put down on our Student Federal Aid form and my academic achievements for the past four years, I am eligible to be in a program at my college that would, under a few conditions, pay for all four years of a bachelor degree. Thats really kind of funny, because we're not terribly poor and I only took all regular classes through high school, though I did have all A's in them. I'd have to enroll in x amount of classes and live on campus, which I wasn't planning on, but hey, I'd rather exit college debt free than live with my brother* for  a year, hands down. They will send me a contract to sign, and I have to have that in as soon as possible, otherwise I might not get in the program (it's only open to 500 students). I'll post a new blog when more develops.



*I was planning on living with my brother through college. We picked an apartment that was the same distance from my college as it was from the airport (he's an airline pilot) and we already signed the lease..

My computer is living on the wild side

A few days ago, I realized my computer was lame. The desktop, that is. It was just an ugly wallpaper I once thought was funny, and a half a screen of icons, most of which I never even used. I spent a few hours doing some research and downloaded some programs. I cleaned up my desktop and made it look pretty. Its been about a week, and this is the final configuration I ended up with. I have two more variants that I use, but this one is generally up most of the time.





The quote reader brings up a new quote every fifteen seconds or so, and the box that says Lifehacker also shows top Google news and the first eight messages in my Yahoo inbox. Am I bragging? Maybe. Your thoughts?

I wrote this song about you, maybe cause I miss you

It almost worked. Almost.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I wish I wrote this

   " What happened to all the nice guys?

    The answer is simple: you did.

    See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.

    At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

    Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"

    Well, once again, you did.

    You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend.

    Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.

    Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that."

-Anonymous

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I am not a poet.

I wrote a poem the other day, and this is how it goes.

The light,
How it dances in her hair
But I'm only thinking of you
And why I'm not there

I touch her smooth face
Yet like an ill-fated ship
It's all just a lie
As I kiss her warm lips

I know it's not right
I know it's not fair
As I hold her soft hand
And pretend that I care

It's you that I want
Not this elaborate hoax
But I need to give up on
These long drawn out hopes

I'd fall from the sky for you,
From the moon up above
And though it may not seem so
It's you that I love



Thats so deep, amirite? So, to save face, I will explain why I wrote such a thing. I was recently assigned a poem in my senior English class. A very short poem, on a topic of our choice. Easy, right? Of course, being that all English teachers make everything overly complicated, there was a catch. We had to pick an object out of a bag, and list how it stimulated every sense. Then we had to do three phrases about the object, and some word association. I got a squishy rubber ball, similar to the ones posted in that image.

I was not pleased with the assignment.

It was that night, after a wasted class of trying to determine how a rubber ball stimulated my sense of sight, smell, touch, taste, and feel, that I decided to get back at her. Of course, my type of revenge only amused me and my fellow classmates, but I decided that was enough. I just decided to write an overly deep, emotional poem that has nothing to do with a rubber ball, or any of the senses or word association we had to find either. I sat down and in fifteen minutes had my masterpiece.
I got a 100 on the assignment, and many laughs.




Sad thing is, the story in the poem is true.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Who am I?

That is an interesting question. I still don't know how this thing works, so I'll just assume that its cumulative, and this will be one of the first things people see. Am I going to post, bit by bit, a sad love story based on actual events in my life? In all honesty, probably. Am I going to post things that I shouldn't, things that will be toxic should anyone who knows me personally find this? Most likely. I'm going to unleash myself, whole and raw, to the unknown hordes of the internet. If no one reads it, so be it. Just being able to tell, or even act like I'm telling other human beings these thoughts that are in my head will be a relief. So back to the question. Who am I? What do I look like? Am I short, tall, fat, skinny, athletic, pathetic, forever alone or swimming in empty headed girls? You'll never know. For now, I am just Lemonysword.

-5/7/11, 2:20AM

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Well well well

I've decided today to get into the world of blogging! I've been meaning to do so for a long time. This is a place where I can talk about everything, my thoughts, my questions, my deepest inner person... all thrown anonymously into a computer! How sweet is that? Now the whole world can know everything about a nobody. I think this is going to be good.