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Sorry That I've Become a Zombie

Lily Adams — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 21:20:05 GMT

Hey everyone! I hope everyone had a nice holiday season. Happy 2010 in advance. :)

I am sorry that I have not been able to religiously visit LitNet like I used to. I am sorry to say that I simply don't have time for it anymore. I don't do whatever I want anymore really. I suppose it's called becoming an adult.

Anyways, I just wanted to give an explanation and a heads up that I probably won't use this account much for a long time. I'll try and come back every now and then. Maybe later I will be able to come back regularly. :) I won't delete my account but I will pretty much continue to be a zombie for a while I am sure.

I miss you guys. Take care!

Do Not Remove Tag By Penalty of Law

Lily Adams — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 04:20:41 GMT

First off, I MISS YOU GUYS!

I haven't had much ANY time to post here, let alone blog. I have been wanted to put an entry in here for so long, though...

Currently I have finals the next three days and I studied for three days straight because of 'em! Ah well. Good thing I like school. Plus I've been thinking about the SAT and all my AP tests coming up...it's just going by so fast! It's already half way through the school year!

These past few months have (as always) been months of discovery, and more so of trial and error than ever before in my life, I think. I am growing and I like it.

I never though going to high school would be this emotional and enriching. I mean, REALLY! I always heard about high school being the "best years of your life" but I never quite expected this. And it's not like any other teen's, I think. It has its down points, but that's what makes it so worthwhile. Know what I mean?

I continue to foster nerdy relationships with my teachers...one I trade CD's with (who isn't my teacher...yet) and another is lending me an awesome science book. I think that is one of the best, if not the best part of high school. My teacher friends treat me like an adult and they all have these really cool unique personalities and don't care what other people think.

I'm just havin' a good time, beautants! Nuffin' ain't gunna stop me. Maybe slow me, but never stop me, to sound cheesy enough.

Mmmmm, cheese. Help me, I've got a disease, I'm addicted to cheese...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpzaHapvSGk

I love Nardwuar.

I may or may not have been accused of being too introspective before. >.> <.<

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS LOOK AT THIS:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpGR2jbrqX8

I just cried! All that wacky and sweetness packed into one minutes! Holy cheeze whiz! Now that's a-goin' on my 'Pod.

Stay Through Being Cool, people. I love you all.

Lily, over and out, jammin' to the Freedom Of Choice Theme...

P.S. Is anyone else really ticked off about the peanut butter recall? That stuff is my staple food.

Dad Put Ketchup in the Mac 'n' Cheese That I Made! D:

Lily Adams — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 05:24:01 GMT

DAD!!!!! Ugh. I hate mac 'n' cheese mixed with ketchup. Gross.

Anyways, I haven't been on much due to back issues. Sitting at a computer does not help my winged scapula.

I miss you all.

-Lily.

P.S. Third place Geo Bowl ftw!!!

You Could Pet One Kitty's Head, and Pet the Other Kitty's Head!

Lily Adams — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 04:43:28 GMT

Phew.

Sorry I haven't touched this thing in a while.

Life is good. Again. Finally.

I'm adapting to school. Supposedly the hardest year. Dad says if I get all A's this semester he'll buy me a ukulele. I want to play the guitar, but my hands are really small, so a ukulele would be much better. Wouldn't that be awesome!? Uncontrollable Urge on a ukulele! Misirlou! Speferic Waves! Gates of Steel! Other stuff! That would be great.

Nothing to complain about much. I'm quite fortunate. Very, in fact.

EXCEPT MY BOOTLEGS!!! STILL NOT HERE. D:

I Been Refused

Lily Adams — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 04:03:36 GMT

My summer:
School
Lame
Some awesome
Generally disappointing

I'm hoping school will change all that. My classes are alright.

Geez, what will happen, what will happen...

P.S. WHERE are my Booji Boy's Basement bootlegs??!?!?!

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 17:03:54 GMT

Going away for a few days. See you all later.

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 04:14:25 GMT

Unpredictable.

But it stops somewhere.

It's been only a month, and it feels like it's been an eternity. For all I know, it has. The 4th Dimension constantly screws with my head.

Anyways, it hasn't been a very good year/month/week/millennium whatever it is for me. Some of it was nice, but blehhhhh.

On the Fourth I did hang out with friends downtown, though, and I got Breakfast of Champions (FINALLY!) and "Switched on Bach" on vinyl. That was cool. And I watched 1776 and watched fireworks. Yay. Singing, dancing patriots rock my socks...wait, no, my STOCKINGS! Hahahaha. My favorite song in that musical is "Is Anybody There?" Makes me cry every time. And I mean every time.

And today I pillaged downtown again and got a Man or Astroman? pin (Rare find!!!) and ordered some LPs and also got another "Mars Attacks!" comic book.

Speaking of comic books, I want "Here Come The Big People". I need that comic book.

Anyways, blah blah blah.

Oooo, man I am really a prophet, you know that? I have Windows Media Player on shuffle on my DEVO section right now and "Chango" just ended, and I thought "I think 'Come Back Jonee' should come on now." And it did. Yeah, I'm awesome. :p

Enough of my "life". Rambling.

Oh and Bruce Conner died on Monday. I cried. :bawling:

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 03:58:43 GMT

I have a boyfriend, my first one, and I'm driving.

16 years old, ftw.

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 04:51:04 GMT

So I just got back from driving a car for the first time. I spent about thirty minutes making myself and my dad dizzy in a Sear's parking lot. I got my learner's permit on Tuesday. I never really thought about it, but now it's like "Whoah, I can drive." It feels pretty...adult-y like. Weird.

I ordered an energy dome last Saturday, so it should be coming real soon. I was sick of losing the energy coming out my occipital lobe.

I also ordered a buncha bootlegs from this really awesome DEVO archive website that is chock full of rarities: (as if I didn't have enough rare DEVO aural mutations-or enough of their music in general-never enough!) http://www.boojiboysbasement.com/ <3333333333

And the Freedom of Choice and Oh, No! It's DEVO LPs from a local (AWESOME) record store.

Speaking of really great music, I just discovered this band. A new band. My first new band that I like. (Feels funny.) A new band that I actually like. A new band that NEEDS to be discovered, and they are ATOMS! A-T-O-M-S!: http://www.myspace.com/atoms

I REALLY hope for the best for them-they are amazing and they better blossom and get some notoriety. Now that is REAL music. Everything I listen to is too slow now compared to them, ha ha.

I got my yearbook on Wednesday, and it seems like these past few days have been going in slow motion. Which is good for me. But I can feel the end. It really sucks barrel waste. Getting my yearbook and other things have just pushed me to my emotional limits these past few days. This had been a year of growth and deep thought and emotion. Things so surreal that they're hard to grasp. I don't want this school year to end. If the circumstances were just a bit different, I wouldn't feel so bad. But while everyone around me is saying "Yes! Finally! Summer time!" I just go "...I don't want to talk about it."

My whole life: Someone is torturing me to watch this tempting 3-D (4-D?) TV show about exotic things. As I reach for them, someone pulls me back and I hit the ground and I can feel my nails scratch and claw the floor. What's worse is that the someone is changing the channels all the time-it's a noisy 3-D 4-D TV, too. Volume turned up all the way. Hard to ignore.

I HAVE to draw that now.

Warp, warp!

P.S. I REALLY wish I had my own computer.

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Sun, 18 May 2008 06:10:38 GMT

I think I'm a prototype. I'm not saying I'm more evolved than anybody else, but I think I was put on this Earth as a puppet for some comedy show because this world...is so bad it's funny. And my life is a movie. I'm just a figment, I guess!

"Big babies gunna get in a fight, actin' crazy, bustin' up the chairs!"

You think people grow up once they leave the sandbox or the playpen? HA! What a common misconception!

And this new part of my brain has opened up recently, like new questions. Before, I seemed to think of questions that no one else asks or think things no one else thinks, but now I'm asking the ones that are asked more often and thinking the things that are supposed to be more common, but seem any easier. It seems that no one knows the answers to mine, and I don't know the answers to everyone else's.

This is my newest question and the newest door opened in my brain:

Why does everything have to get so complicated when love is thrown into the equation? Really! I always wondered why spuds and tomatoes were so damn mad at each other so often, and now I am experiencing it! I didn't DO ANYTHING! D: I'm still asking this question! It's the same exact problem, but just because the love factor's in it screws the whole thing up! Love equals war, I don't like it no more!

I mean, it's sorta like my other questions, but in a different language! Ha ha, I am so awkwardly inept.

Is it possible to think oneself into oblivion?

Why do I see things in a way that no one else has seen or thought of? Does no one use common sense?! Is nonsense common sense?! Huh?! I guess so! It's that comedy of the Universe again that I keep seeing. Dadaism, I love you.

Never knew it could be like this in the Fourth Dimension.

Really. Weird is normal for me, and normal is weird for me. That one feeling I had that I thought was weird, ha, that's nothing...to me at least. Now.

I think I am actually an extra-terrestrial who crash landed and got amnesia from the crash.

I. Live. All my life.

On Planet Earth.

I should stop listening to vinyl records-they make me too time-sick.

Some generation's gotta be the sacrifice, I guess. Too bad I missed the life boat because I wasn't given any warning that the ship was going down. "We're all goin' down, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!"

Well, maybe I'm not completely alone. I know that. Thank you, DEVO. Thank you SO MUCH.

But it's not just that! Don't forget!

"There was a group who could have saved us from this ignominy, there was a group and they were roundly ignored, they saw the future and they pointed out the problems, if people took the point we'd now be reaping the reward."

[/cryptic teenage emotions and language]

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 03:25:16 GMT

You know how people forget what day of the week it is, or what day of the month it is? Fair enough. I used to do that a lot. Still do.

But now it's more like, what month is it? What year is it? I seriously have to think for a minute when writing a date down. I'll be thinking, "February 23rd, 1972...wait what?"

Ugh.

"A piece of ancient history, she's a walking mirage."

And,

Why do people my age hate me because I want to know things? Does it get any better when I grow up? Seriously! Why are adults so much more...awesome?! *claws at teacher's longue entrance*

This blog is just the same thing over and over you guys. Sorry. I should find some other stuff to write about...*sigh*

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:41:30 GMT

So film studies is not going to happen next year because not enough people signed up for it. :( At first I was pretty upset because I love movies, but now it's okay because I've decided to take "Spectrum of Music", or Music Theory. I should really just take this class anyway. I love playing my keyboard and my piano and I should know more about music. I guess I was a bit turned off at the idea at first because I had horrible band class experiences in middle school. There was a point in my life after that were I really wouldn't touch any musical instruments much. :( But I've been inspired. :D Hopefully they won't cancel that class, either. Ugh. If that will be the case, I'm screwed. I'll be taking a class I won't like, (most likely) but that won't be the first time. At least I'm taking my first formal art class next year. I can't wait. It's like last year when I couldn't wait to take World History this year.

I talked to a history teacher at my school for the first time who was in the Vietnam War. I finally got around to talking to him. Wow. I was basically shaking around him. Amazing man. He was there for four years. Four years. That is amazing. He was in an airborne division. Really sweet guy. He said,

"Back then I thought I was fighting for a good cause. Now I know better. I would never want to go through that again."

I wasn't surprised. He wants to read my report after I'm done. I'm sorta nervous to give it to him! One of the most interesting and most chilling things for me to read was about the Kent State Massacre. I spent about two hours researching it on the interent, not for the report as much, but I was just so fascinated by it. Absolutely chilling.

And later after school this happened:

Originally Posted by Lily Adams

You know you're a big dork when you're in the library doing your Biology homework and your Geometry teacher comes in, checks out a Spanish book, and sits next to you and says things along the lines of, "Whazzup homie?" and "Howzit goin'?"

And stays there. For like fifteen minutes.

I <3 teachers.

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 23:14:56 GMT

Well, I can't think of one right now-I mean I run into stuff a lot, but that's not really embarrassing, just part of me. I'll just put up the most recent one:

Originally Posted by Lily Adams

You know you're a big dork when you're told one of the first things you said after your wisdom teeth extraction surgery was

"...DEVO..."

I honestly don't remember that. :lol:

I think, however, I said something like "What happened? Where am I? Ohhhhh...I probably look so stupid." Hahaha. Oh man. That was an experience.

It's not my fault! the assistant was talking to me about them before they knocked me out! The assistant was the first person I saw after the surgery, so...yeah. XD

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 18:42:32 GMT

The song Gut Feeling by Dev-O has a gorgeous synthesizer solo in it and I'm trying to figure out the solo by ear. Been doin' good so far...I got the chords from the internet and that helped a lot.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=oJNqstQDCAM

That video helped a lot, too. It's fun playing it/figuring it out. I love playing DEVO on my piano and my keyboard. I learn so much about my instrument just playing their stuff.

I like playing other DEVO stuff, too, now that I am actually, for the first time in the eight years that I've played the piano, am starting to use chords. I really couldn't start much earlier. My hands were too small. They're just big enough now for me to hit multiple keys at once. Yay. Finally.

Rugrats is so subversive. I've been watching clips of the movie on YouTube and the last time I saw it I was...maybe six or so and I still know the lyrics to "A Baby is a Gift From a "Bob"". I never really like Rugrats, though. I was praisin' "Bob" even though I didn't know it. Ahahaha. I love it. And so many others, too. When I went to see my fourth graders on Thursday I played them DEVO's Witch Doctor song on my phone and asked them what movie it was from and this one girl said, "Ohhh ohhhh I know! I know this! Uh, uh! Rugrats!!!!!" :lol: Oh, man. I love it. I knew one of them would. So subversive. I remember thinking a while back "Yes...this whole "Bob" thing sounds os familiar." DEVO was right. Rebellion is obsolete. You've got to work things from the inside out. I mean, who hasn't heard the Rugrats theme?

"You never see us tired cuz we're way too smart for workin'. A monkey knows a lot more than a man."

"There is a direct connection between DEVO's work in the music field and a big wiggly world around us. You may not be aware of this, but we are in the middle of World War Three. It is not nuclear bombs that we must fear; the weapons is the human mind or lack of it on this planet. That will determine our fate."

Teach me! Teach me the ways!

Oh, guess what, you guys? The day that Mark Mothersbaugh has an art show near us (and one he'll be attending on top of it) is the day I get my wisdom teeth pulled out. I.e. this Thursday. Stupid wisdom teeth. I'm on Spring Break, too. Oh well. It still is kinda far away. An hour and half. Still don't think I could get up close to him anyways. I'd be way too nervous. I think I better go to a DEVO concert first anyways.

I'm a Diced Tomato.

Lily Adams — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 06:05:17 GMT

It's a record. Two Rushmore references in a row for my blog title things. What? I'm listening to the soundtrack. Plus I have connections with that movie. I am, in a way, a female Max Fischer. Sorta. Not completely, mind you, but partly. We have similarities. The glasses. The writing. Age. Geometry. And other things.

Speaking of school, I really want to be a teacher when I grow up. For now. My mind my change. I want to be in that art room teaching at my school. I want to come back to MY SCHOOL. I want to socialize with the teachers. Teachers are so much fun. From what I see. They're my friends at school right now.

But when I think about the future, it's like, the state is probably going to make so many budget cuts there won't be art class anymore. :( But I could teach history, too, I like that. Unless they cut that out, too! D: The future is very Dev-O. I just don't know what to do. I keep seeing our school get tagged and hear about shootings. They'll probably have a gate around it by the time I get back. So it's like maybe I won't want to be here at all. :( Things just have to be ruined. :( But I love my school. I hated it last year. I love it for weird reasons, though. Funny how things can change.

So there's an article in the newest issue of our school newspaper about Knowledge Bowl, written by none other than the kid I hated most on our team. I usually don't hate people this much, but man this kid is a "piss brain" like my father said. The article he wrote made us sound like total snobs, (grah! that will just make people hate us! stop making the stereotype a reality jerkface!) and put down other teams and spelled my name wrong. But I'm used to that. And he was a total hypocrite because he was talking about how a member of another team looked like he wanted to be somewhere else and I distinctly remember this kid who wrote the article saying "Complete waste of time. I missed _______ because of this?"

Grah. Why do people have to be difficult?