Wittiness

I'm getting complaints here. Anego is commenting on my lack of anything funny to read. I"m so sorry, but is it MY fault my brain has nothing to write about except complaints??? People can only take so much complaining you know! I would like to see her do better!!!!!! Well Hannah? Come on! Come on little puppy dog! let's see how well your brain does! YOu know it's not as effortless as it may seem. Wait... Actually it is... I just need something to rant about. But the problem recently is that none of my rants are any good. And you people definitely don't want to hear them. Believe me. lol Wow I sound emo. Anyone laugh yet? No? Dang. Hmmmmm... Tranny Ken Loves you all by the way. Tranny Ken is my Transvestite Ken Doll. My cousin Dawn doesn't like him, she makes fun of him a lot. Which is kind of sad since I always thought she was the nice cousin. REALITY CHECK! lol She is nice though. Ah! The Bella's Lullaby Project isn't going so well :/ I just started working on it today and I'm getting really confused. It looked pretty simple but there's all these issues with HOW THE HECK DO FLAT NOTES WORK???? And stuff like that lol And there's this one bar where it looks like it goes EBGFEEBFGBEDDCBA but then when I look at it again I find out that there's a wrong note in there because one is going down, so when I go back I find out Hey. But this note is definitely E. It's not F. So something else must be wrong. So then I go back down to the weird not, which ought to be A, but it can't be because A is supposed to be the note below it. IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS!!! I need some hot cocoa. It's too early for this stuff. But I really want to learn it, so maybe it isn't? Speaking of learnign I'm supposed to be getting piano lessons. Yeah they haven't started yet, even though both of my parents ACTUALLY WORKED TOGETGHER to make sure I would. Neither one has actually signed me up yet though... Sigh... Maybe a piano teacher can teach me about sharps and flats again? Mrs. Pollard did, but that was almost four years ago so I barely remember a thing!

Okay Hannah. I tried. It might not be witty, but I wouldn't call it shi-Oh wait. I can't say that on here. ^.~<3
Have a nice day!
lolol

A Gift to Twillight Lovers Everywhere!

Sheet music for Bella's Lullaby! ^.^

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If you want a sort of tutorial then the youtube user "dumbpeopleroutthere" has a video of the sheet music along to the song.

It's pretty good!

I'm gonna try to learn it heehee

<3 Becca

WHY DOES THE REDHEAD ALWAYS DIE?!?!?

No seriously. WHY?!?!?!? WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO THE WORLD TO DIE IN EVERY FREAKING MOVIE!!!!!????????!!!!!!!! In Rent. In Moulin Rouge. In the LITTLE MERMAID 3!!!! EVEN IN THE LITTLE MERMAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Ariel's mom was a redhead.) THE REDHEAD ALWAYS DIES.
What I would like to know is WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!? WHY MUST WE DIE?!?!?!? THIS is why there will be NO F*()%^&$* REDHEADS 100 YEARS FROM NOW!!! It is because the Redheads always die that I'm currently tearing up due to the stupid beautifully tragic, tragically beautiful ending of Moulin Rouge.
Speaking of which, I saw the Moulin Rouge in person when we went to France.
It was very... sensual. And yes I'm talking about the outside.
Well I'll say one thing about the Europeans. They certainly don't have many inhibitions.
Anyways. The movie has some of the most beautiful duets I've ever heard. Well, most of them actually. Some of them actually come close to beating "The Phantom of the Opera" not the musical, but the song in the musical.
I'm thinking about dressing up as Satine for my mom's halloween party. Or Roxanne. One or the other. Either way: RED DRESS!!!!!! l-l311 70 7l-l3 fr34k1n9 y34h!
Oh wait...
You people don't speak l337.
My apologies.
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Might I suggest you learn? XD
<3 Bex, Queen of the Butterflies

So as most of the world doesn't know,

I make comic strips when I'm bored. Yup. And since what semblance of a life that I once had has now been entirely devoted to Yearbook and AP English (Mrs. Bean the teacher TOTALLY ROX MAJOR SOXAGE!!!) I shall defer from writing a humorous rant about my life and let you live in my world of fiction for a few moments. Ok, bye bye now! Buh bye, guh bye! Ok buh bye! Toy Story 2. Anyone seen it? The bloopers make me lol. lol
OK, Here's the words!
Headline: Phantom Meets Rebecca!
Square 1: Becca- Tralalalalala... Going for a walk!
Square 2: Narrator- But somewhere farther down the street... *visual of Phantom playing the organ maniacally and awesomely!*
Square 3: Narrator- As he celebrates his compositional triumph with maniacal laughter... Phantom- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Becca- !!! (Arrow pointing says too cool for te sidewalk)
Square 4: Phantom- ???. Narrator whispering- Becca makes a sneak attack! "Hunted down by everyone" is being take literally!
Square 5: ULTIMATE FAN GLOMP! Of Doom and Destruction.
Square 6: Becca Thought Bubble- Dream coming true! Phantom- Oof! Ooow...

Enjoy. I've got approximately four more. But I'm only in possession of three of them sop I'll have to hunt down the fourth. Be ye forewarned. Blood may be shed.

Sorry for the considerable lack of witticisms

Yeah. This one won't be being too funny, but still... it's dear to my heart.

There is a piano in my garage and it is beautiful. It isn't beautiful to the sight, no certainly not, because several pieces of ivory are missing and the brass pedals are tarnished and broken. There are spiderwebs adorning every corner of that piano, so no. It's not at all beautiful to look at, but I love the way the wood shines in the dim light.

My piano, or so I wish it were, is beautiful because of the things it has done.

I compare it to a grand piano in a music store with it's gleaming black and white contrasts, perfectly segregated, and perfectly intact. Given the opportunity, there is not one piece of me that would trade my piano with it's chipped wood and stained varnish for that new grand piano, because what has that piano done for anyone?

It hasn't evoked laughter by playing a funny song. It hasn't made three little children so happy that they spontaneously start dancing while their mother plays their favorite song. It hasn't taught a naive child how to bring forth the beautiful music it holds secret inside it's treasure box.

All that grand piano has done is sit in a store
and look pretty.

And, to put it frankly, who needs that?

I'll save the witticisms for next time ;) <3>

I'm Nocturnal Now

So as the title of this here blog says, I am now officially nocturnal.
No sleeping at night for me.
Nope.
My fault for staying up until ridiculous hours of the morning and sleeping in until nine in the morning lol.
So now I get to enjoy the experience of having the house all to myself whilst the family sleeps on.
What's that mom? The house got trashed over night? Hm. Wonder how that happened... *flashback of one person raging rave party* Heh. Nope no idea what so ever as to what you're talking about.
So what do I do to fill my time until I get tired?
Oh the possibilities are endless.
Like, I wonder why my hair seems to be falling out. And why it never seemed to fall out before it got cut short.
And I read a lot. Oh what bliss ^.^
And I even clean on occasion.
Very rare occasion.
What's that? You woke up to an immaculate house this morning Mum? Huh... I wonder how that happened... *flashback to intense cleaning frenzy similar to Cinderella's frantic cleaning in Shrek 3. (If you haven't seen Shrek 3 then she's basically gone insane and is scrubbing everything ceaselessly.)*
And tonight I have decided that I'm actually going to read other people's blogs.
Although it does seem strange to read about other people who I don't know and have never known and who don't know me.
Kinda like invasion of privacy. Although that completely cancels out the point of a blog...
Na ja.
ONWARDS! TO THE POPULACE!

THE CAD!!!!

The cad the cad the cad the cad!!!!!!!!!! The great, big, bloody cad!!!!!!!!! What a cad Mr. Lefroy is! How DARE he do that to Jane?!?!
No. Wait. How dare Jane do that to him?
Wait. No. I am completely and irrevocably on Jane's side.
I must say though, it was a beautiful movie.
But I can't tell if it was a happy ending or a sad one.

For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, congratulations. I have no idea as to why congratulations are in order, though. Through the effects of the movie Becoming Jane I have come to write in a rather formal, old fashioned, and educated way. if I begin to spout words such as "impermissible" and "profligate" you have my official permission to whack me over the head with a haddock until I begin again to speak English. *dodges haddock* I say! I haven't yet begun to use that sort of language! *dodges another haddock* Oh the impropriety! Alright. That deserved a haddock. What? No, I am not mentally incapacitated. There really is a haddock right there. Yes. and it is attempting to beat me around the head using it's body. Yes. Really. Can't you see it? Where did it go?! It was right there a second ago. I swear it was...