Category: Junior Literary

What’s up everyone! It’s time for another one of Crislyn’s random dumb things of the week.

So, this might be out of spite and the fact that this trainwreck of a show is finally going to be over in about three days, when I am writing this, but I going to write how I thought the Nine realms should have been written. 

 

DISCLAIMER!!!!! This is not me talking bad about any of the screenwriters or anyone working on the show this is just my opinion on how I thought the show should have gone when it was first announced that they were making a next part in the HTTYD franchise.

 

So onward to the story. /This won’t be the full thing cause of the word limit./ 

“In ancient times giant beast use to live on this earth with humans. These beasts were dragons and there was just so many of them from the ones in the air to the ones living at the bottom of the ocean. I remember when I was younger my father would tell me and my brother stories of these dragons and his adventures with them. How he meet the most dangerous dragon of them all the Nightfury. He would tell us how he made peace with the dragons and how he and my mom fell in love. There was even one time when I was seven that my parents took me and my younger brother to see the dragons. None of the kids back home believed me when I told them but that’s ok with me…If you are reading this then that means you are part of the Haddock family and it’s your turn to learn about the family purpose and mission.

Protect the Dragons No Matter What.

My father always talked about how one day humans and dragons could come together again like before. Maybe it will happen one day but for right now this family will do all it can to protect the dragons and where they hide. Good luck.”

An old woman with blonde closes the book she’s holding. “Grandma are there really dragons out there in the ocean?” The voice of a child asked. The child looked to be four. He had blonde hair with a small button nose.

“I don’t really know my dear, but my grandfather used to tell me that his grandfather told him all about the dragons. Even my great great great great grandmother use to tell me about them.” She explained to the little boy. “For many years our family has protected this secret and even though we don’t have the haddock name anymore we still have that blood flowing through our veins.” Grandma told the boy. She tucked him in gave him a small kiss on the forehead.

So, what did everyone think? Of course, it’s not finished cause of well like I said in the beginning the word limit but if anyone would like to give some feedback drop it in the comments. I think might continue this as a side project along with some others I’m working on. If y’all want to see those too tell me and I might share them.

                                         

                                                               Hello Lovelies! 

 It’s that time of the year.  The time when you’re supposed to smell hot chocolate and mint in the air, or when you feel the imaginary snowflakes falling gently on your skin. Or at this time in age, when you hear them 3 gift items you bought from Walmart rise up to $200.00.   That, Time. Of. The. Year. So, that means you also know that it’s the time of the year when you yell at that certain person who’s playing all of the Home Alone back-to-back at the break of dawn.  No?  Well, I guess I’m the only one. Don’t worry though, I’m not lonely because today I’m joining the side of the people who live and breathe to watch these movies during December, but instead of watching them, I’m going to talk about my favorites that are well known and some that aren’t well known 🙂 

 Disney A Christmas Carol 

                                             

I’m pretty sure most of us had seen this classic with Jim Carrey voicing Scrooge.  But like I always say, it’s okay if you didn’t and I don’t mind summing this up for you.  This is Disney’s adaptation of the story that has been interpreted almost a hundred different ways, the story about the man that is visited by his ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future so that he can get his life together before dying miserably not knowing the purpose of Christmas.   I personally think that the graphics put a real good eerie vibe to the story and the plot taught me well.   I also want to say that until I was in about 7th grade, watching this movie with the lights off was so scary to me, it was Horror movie level to me.   Don’t laugh! (For those who are snickering with their eyebrows) that scene with Marley still gives me shivers today, especially when the scene is blasting loudly in your earbuds.                                                                                           Point is, I think everyone should watch this at least once during Christmas break, while I watch this about 300 times.  (That’s just me though, I have no choice but to, with a certain Home Alone super fan I know.) 

                                                                                                                         Ghosts of Girlfriends Past 

                                                                     

Oh my gosh.  I know I’ve watched this so many times because of my sisters and I don’t even like watching Rom/Coms, but I adored this one. Also yes, it’s PG-13 and yes, I watched it at eight but like it didn’t do anything really.                          Any who, this movie is a modern spin on Scrooge/ Christmas Carol classic story, where instead of getting visited by ghosts symbolically, he actually gets visited by his past, present, and future ex-girlfriends that he has actually dated.   I promise this lighthearted movie is so funny, I mean listen to this plot:  A serial womanizer is haunted by the ghosts of his past girlfriends at his brother’s wedding.   Also, I think the wife is one of his ex-girlfriend’s) and that one Uncle is in there too.                                                                                                                                       I know right, the tea.  I know it may sound cliche, but it’s not cliche at all and it’s so sweet, and to me all of it was fantastic.  Also, if you’re worried that it’s an overworked plot and that everything is going to be expected, you can relax now because it has a different theme than most of those movies, and if you need a little bit more convincing, here’s the cast list for those who may know these people: 

• Matthew McConaughey 
• Jennifer Garner 
• Emma Stone 

                   

 Polar Express 

Okay, I know most of us have watched this movie, but listen, I just learned that the movie was all CGI, I mean, the people didn’t animate these characters and the cast voiced them.  I mean, Tom Hanks and everyone else sat there and actually acted out the movements and the actual face expressions and emotions of these characters.  I watched the behind the scenes, and I was so shocked.   I suggest a lot of people would love BTS because the way Tom Hanks portrayed every character, he played was gold for me.                                                                      Also, I mean it’s a classic, even though someone I know said it was creepy, it’s a creepy classic.  I mean, I have warm memories of it, and I watch this every year.  So, take this as a reminder not to forget it. 

                                                                         

                                            This Christmas 

                                                                       

 

If you know you know, and if you don’t, (silence) well, I’m going to tell you anyway.  The plot is starring the Whitfield’s who are finally coming together as a full family on Christmas after four years, and the head of the house, Madera Whitfield the mother, is happy to see her estranged older son, her marine son, her teenage baby boy, and her three daughters despite the fact that they all, have beef with each other.  The movie has so many layers, for example, there’s debts that need to be paid, secret family members, secret kids, and so much more.   I personally love the movie because it’s heartwarming and reminds me of my family sometimes with and without the drama.  So, if you just like movies that are a Slice of Life, and it’s on Christmas, you should go check it out. 

                                                                                

Hi! I was supposed to have a blog coming up that turned out much bigger than I expected! So that's gonna take a while! Anyway this is an old story from around August that I never finished but I think it constitutes for flash fiction. cheers!

I’ve always been familiar with the subway; could probably take it better than most of my family. I’ve never gotten my license. Even if cars have never been my thing, trains have never, not once, scared me. They’re just big hunks of metal, ones that I don’t drive.

And whenever I get on the train, there’s always an empty car waiting for me. Somehow, in a crowd of people all processioning into our big, long hunks of metal, I find the empty car. No one ever gets in it, not until I get off. Then I see all sorts of people flood into it again. I’d come to not question it, just my simple stroke of luck, I get on and off all the time.

I guess today was strange. Bag tipped over He’s got a cigarette in his mouth, an overcoat covered in soot, and the most prominent feature, the stench of bleach.

It stinks up the entire car, and I curl my scarf around my mouth because one whiff already makes it hard to breathe. But I don’t think he notices. He just takes his cigarettes, rids his mouth of smoke, and taps the bum of it on the ground. I thought I only saw that in movies.

Then he looks at me. Or he sees me looking at him.

And for a moment he turns around, turns back, and I speak: “Hello.”

The cigarette drops from his mouth.

“You can see me?”

A cold, dead feeling sticks to the back of my neck, just as the words linger from his throat, like the smell of death is permeating off of him. I’ve never been afraid.

“I can,” and the words feel all sorts of wrong as if I’m not supposed to be talking to this man, maybe because I’m not, but he smiles. “That means I’m finally leaving, right?”

“What do you mean?”

He doesn’t answer, he pushes hair out of his face and repeats himself. “It’s felt like years.”

“Sir, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He doesn’t hear me, doesn’t see me just smiles, smiles, smiles, smiles. My back presses to the seat of the train, and that’s when I see it; what I thought was a darkened subway wasn’t a subway at all. It was an inky blackness, nothing there but a void. A lump of bile presses to the back of my throat.

My breath sounds just as ragged as his as I ask, horrified, “Where am I?”

I look at him, and suddenly there’s another cigarette in his mouth where there wasn’t before. He takes it out of his mouth and examines the car around us, almost as if he were a carnival.

He looks around the car. “Are we going to Hammond? I’ve always loved going out to Hammond.”

“Where’s Hammond?”

He thinks, brushes it off, and closes his eyes.

“Where do you think we are?”

He shrugs. Then he turns the question on me.

“Where do you think we’re going?”

My answer comes up empty. He chuckles and turns out the window, taking the cigarette out and blowing the longest plume of smoke I’ve ever seen. It floats to the top of the train car. It forms a cloud, bigger than the car. The cloud turns darker and darker until it begins to rain.

So for this week’s blog I was struggling with a topic that I had felt passionate about for a while, and while I have a few things in the works I think that I will most likely save them for future dates, so for today I decided I wanted to sample a bit of my novel and if you don’t mind I would love feedback on my introduction on anyone willing to give it. Thanks!!! :)))

“So, what does it mean.”

 

Jude hated this question. “What does it mean,” as if his words would give light to the beauties within the elaborate winding halls of Washington DC’s National Gallery of Art. It was as if the reflection of the large marble pillars across the museum had reflected poorly into the eyes of these tourists and left them unable to think straight. “What does it mean?” Jude scoffed under his breath as he walked past Abir, his coworker giving a tour. Jude had never been one to have a high tolerance for people who asked arbitrary questions like that, at least when it came to art. Maybe it was because he was pretentious, or maybe it was because of those late nights where he would wake up and go to the bathroom and look at himself, looking for something. He was looking for a part of himself that he could not find, not because he lost it or he was lacking that specific attribute, it was because it was here in this museum. In the paintings, in the slick, washed, hardwood floors, in the white collared shirt, black suit, and golden name tag that he was required to wear everyday when he came into work. Every time he walked among the art he knew that he had felt more complete than he had in his entire life, and some people had the audacity to ask what it meant.

 

As 5pm finally struck and the nightly Janitors came in, Jude, finally grabbing his long wool overcoat and taking his black earmuffs out of his bag, began to traverse down the concrete stairs in the front of the building. 59 steps. There were 59 steps going down the museum staircase, and Jude lightly rested his polished black loafers on every single one. A routine that he had picked up a few months ago. This wasn’t the extent of the small details that he had discovered about the museum in the four years that he had worked there however. The number of benches on every floor, the steps it took to get from one exhibit to another, these details kept Jude’s mind occupied during the times that he found the museum barren and all the tasks that he had been assigned completed. 

The path back home was long, not because he had to walk two blocks to the subway station and take two trains, but because he had left his copy of the Piquit Papers next to his bedside that morning so the extent of his entertainment on the ride home was now bound to whatever he could hear the people on the subway talking about. He owned a cell phone, however that was only because of his mother, who insisted if he was going to leave Chicago that he was to at least have a mode of communication with her. 

“I don’t know Amy, it’s not like I don’t understand what she’s saying she’s just being too much, ya know?”  The women sitting adjacent to Jude on the train that afternoon said into her cell phone, 

“Exactly, it’s like she’s making me out to be the bad guy.”

Jude always found himself with a lower tolerance of people that he considered loud, while a part of it was because of an annoyance accompanied with a slight headache, another part of it seemed to be a sense of envy. Envy that there were people out there who did not feel bound to the ever strickening confines of their own anxiety. 

“She just keeps doing it and to be honest Amy it’s getting on my nerves”

“Jesus,” Jude thought to himself, turning his headphones on as he connected it to his phone, classical jazz beginning to erupt into his ears.

“God that’s so much better,” Jude said to himself. A blend of brass and piano beginning to drown out the honking of horns, the screeching of the train on the tracks to a halt, the opening of the doors. If it wasn’t for the sudden movement throughout the metro car then Jude would have missed his stop completely. But as he finally found himself stepping upon the platform and the cold  November air of DC entrapping the exposed skin on his face. 

I don’t think I’ll ever forget about the gift I got for Christmas when I was four. “Santa” had gotten me a trampoline. It wasn’t one of those small indoor trampolines, it was one of those big outdoor trampolines. Also, it was a full size trampoline so it was huge. Well anyway, I was ecstatic when I found out I had gotten a trampoline. My brother and I used to have a smaller one but our weirdo dog, Tuba, literally ate it. Tuba also somehow ate part of the wall in our house. I don’t remember exactly how he ate a hole in the wall (it wasn’t on a corner, it was on the like actual wall itself) but I think there was a hole in the wall so we could rewire an electrical outlet or something and Tuba stuck his head in the wall and just ate around it. He was a weird dog. We ended up getting rid of him because he was a little bit too weird for us. And destructive.

Enough about Tuba and onto my trampoline. I loved that thing so much, I was always outside on it. I remember one time my brother, Thomas, had his friend, Ashton, over. Ashton lived down the street so he was over all the time. Anyway, Thomas, Ashton, and I were on the trampoline when all of a sudden, this amazing idea came to me. I ran inside and grabbed some liquid soap I had gotten for my birthday or Christmas (I can’t remember which) and I squirted it all over the trampoline. I then proceeded to rub the liquid soap over the entire surface of the trampoline all while slipping and sliding everywhere.

The next story I have of my trampoline is one my brother wanted me to share in a blog. As I woke up one morning, I (like always) begged my brother to go jump on the trampoline with me. He of course said no. He is three years older than me and never wanted to hang out with me. Anyway, after about half an hour of screaming and begging him (I was really annoying and really persistent) during breakfast, he finally agreed, but only for “a little bit.” When we finished eating breakfast, I was so excited. I said something along the lines of, “Ok, let’s go! Come on, let’s go! Hurry up, let’s go!” over and over again. But of course, Thomas had other plans. Plans that had him in the bathroom for an hour or two, stinking up the entire house. When he finally got out of the bathroom, we headed for the trampoline. After a few minutes of jumping, as Thomas landed from one of his jumps, he let out a god forsaken, deadly, terrifyingly loud, burst of wind. I did what anyone whose nose works did. I started gagging. Thomas thought this was funny for whatever reason and decided to continue doing what he had just done. Every time Thomas landed from jumping, the smell got ten times worse. After a couple of seconds, I hung my head off the side of the trampoline and started violently vomiting. The smell had gotten to me. My nose hairs had been burned off. Even the grass around us had wilted from the toxic fumes (not really but still). That day, part of me died.

Note to self (and anyone reading this) never, and I mean NEVER, trust my brother jumping on a trampoline after he gets out of the bathroom.

Beauty standards are weird. There are, of course, ten billion other things in this world that are weird, but today I want to focus on beauty standards for humans. With a tilt of my head, humans can look like amazing wonders of biology, but with another tilt I realize that all humans look horrifying. Our eyes are so round and glassy, our wrinkled lips pull back to reveal the literal bones sticking out of our mouths, our fingers and toes wriggle so weirdly. Humans think humans are beautiful because they are used to how they look. But not every human has the same standard of beauty, and the beauty standards of the present are plain weird. Think about it for a moment. Why do we think certain things are beautiful?

One thing I think about is the hatred of acne- almost every teenager ever gets acne, but the presence of it is met with disgust. I’m not saying to stop taking care of your skin, but acne is so normal! Why is it hated so much? Despite how common it is, acne can have so many unique patterns- and that goes for so many other things, too. When I wash away my point of view of “Oh what on earth are human faces why do they move like that,” the average human feels beautiful. To me, beauty should not be smooth faces, even brows, and whatever else is going on; beauty is uniqueness, beauty is being human. There are so many appearances out there with so much unique character. I actually wrote a poem on this topic a while back, and I would like to share it. It sums up some of my thoughts pretty well, plus, why not? 

 On another note- one of the things that brought this up was discussing character design with a friend. We both talked about how much we love seeing regular things like acne scars, sun spots, missing teeth, bushy eyebrows, braces, picked skin, and etc on characters, but I barely ever seen such things on characters outside my own friend group. I love creating characters with all sorts of features and shapes! Not only does it make them more recognizable, but it’s also lovely to see. And also realistic. You’re telling me there’s shows with teenagers in apocalyptic settings and none of them have a single pimple? Or chewed up nails? Or intense eyebags? Or sunburn?

With that out of the way, here is the aforementioned poem.

This Is Beauty 

Rosy bumps dot your cheeks, 

   Shining in the sun. 

 

They frame your smile gorgeously, 

   but you’d rather hide them, shunned. 

 

 Why are you afraid, 

to show such common uniquity? 

   look- they have them, too, and so does she. 

 

don’t you see the utter beauty? 

 

 Treat yourself with utmost care, 

but there’s no need to run. 

    there shouldn’t be, at least- 

pimples happen to everyone. 

 

 why do the coral spots garner frowns 

      When they’re scattered like constellations? 

 

   Why do bodies attract heartless jabs 

 when they’re a part of simple nature? 

 

what is the point of conformity, 

     when there’s so much more to adore? 

 

  you grin with a charming dimple, 

And your broad teeth gleam like priceless quartz. 

 The gaps between aren’t oddities, 

they’re a perfect part of who you are. 

 

Some may be far-reaching, 

     while others may have crevices, 

 

  Perhaps some teeth are even absent, 

           Or you sport badass metal braces. 

 

  The variety of appearances 

 is nothing short of sublime. 

 

   The acne scars above your brow 

And the sunspots here and there 

         are like speckled pretty paint drops.  

 

Even the different scars embroidering your skin 

 no matter the size or shape, 

   Are like murals filled with history. 

 

From your distinguished hooked nose, 

An amazing trait of character, 

   To the bottoms of your rugged, 

running-wild soles, 

 

There’s no doubt that you’re delightful. 

 

  from your elegant, fanned ears, 

like big, perfect petals 

To the glorious deltas of stretch marks 

Spanning across your form, 

 

Make no mistake- you’re beautiful. 

 

Small, tall, large, or skinny, 

Every variation of the body, 

 

     You and your distinct features 

Are as stunning as the stars. 

 

 

 1. Molly Shannon 

Molly Shannon was a cast member on Saturday Night Live from 1995 to 2001.  Most notable for sketches including her characters Mary Katherine Gallagher and Sally O’ Malley. I enjoy a vast variety of different movies and shows she’s done as well as her Memoir, “Hello Molly!” a gorgeous read I highly recommend. 

some of my favorite sketches she was in: 

1. Black Angel Mary Katherine Gallagher 
2.  The Courtney Love Show
3. Mary Katherine Gallagher at TGI Fridays 

 2. Kate Mckinnon

Kate Mckinnon was an SNL cast member 2012-2022. Most notable for Close Encounter sketches and her impressions of different politicians. I enjoy her sketches as well as a handful of movies she’s been in. 

Some of my favorite sketches: 

1.  Weekend Update: Ruth Bader Ginsburg (multiple)
2.  Charlie’s Grandparents 
3.  Diner Lobster

3. Cecily Strong

Cecily Strong was a cast member from 2012 to 2022. Most notable for her weekend update segments and her impressions of different politicians. 

Some of my favorite sketches: 

1.  Girlfriend’s game night. 
2.  80’s Music Video
3. Mcdonald’s Firing

4. Kenan Thompson

 

Kenan Thompson has been in an array of shows and movies, including one named after him. He’s been an SNL Cast member since 2003. I have enjoyed a vast amount of his discography. 

Some of my favorite sketches: 

1.  The Muppet Show 
2.  Ladies Room
3. Spooky Song

5. Ana Gasteyer

 

Ana Gasteyer has been in a variety of different movies one of which being Mean Girls, which was created by Tina Fey another SNL cast member. She’s also well known for impressions, most popular being Hillary Clinton. 

Some of my favorite sketches: 

1.  The Rocky Roads: Educational Performance
2.  The Culps
3.  Texaco Ad

                                                        Hello Lovelies!  

  Today we’re going back to the good ole days! Chacha cha (Imagine me saying that like Grunkle Stan).  Anyway, today I’m discussing the elite and OG detective, and mystery shows that I’m pretty sure none of you youngsters have watched or even heard of (Please take no offense, I’m joking I promise.)       I’m not ranking them, just going down the list and explaining what each of them are and what makes them the best in my opinion.   Also yes, I’ve actually watched these.  

                                                                           

                                                                                                                                                                                    Matlock 

                                                                                                       

I love this dude, he’s so chill.  I’ll tell you why later.  Matlock is an elderly criminal defense attorney played by Andy Griffith, meaning he represents the “guilty.”  At least the people who are accused of committing the acts.   He solves these cases with his daughter and one of his colleagues who have the best dynamic, they’re so cute.  Together they run around with each other and find evidence that proves the defendant’s innocence.                                                                         If I’m describing to someone the format of each show, it would always start with someone unknown committing a crime, it’s either a shadow the audience sees or a voice the audience hears that’s committing it.  We never know, but what we do see is the victims, then the next day Matlock is getting called by the starring suspect of the show, to be proven innocent.  For the most part of the series, Matlock has only had innocent suspects, but one of my favorite episodes is when Matlock actually gets a guilty woman who manipulates him into making viewing her innocent.  She really thought she had him, but she forgot with age comes experience, and Matlock knew how to win her game and put the actual suspect in jail.   The episode is called “The Accused” and that’s something I could get into if I didn’t watch a single Matlock episode at all.   Matlock also gets brownie points because half of the time his clients don’t pay him with money, they pay him with food which is why I love him. 

                                                                           

                                                 Monk 

                                           

  Monk is also an American crime drama series.  Unlike Matlock, it follows events in the main characters’ storyline as they go through handling the cases.  Adrian Monk is comical, but not in the way you might think, he’s not “Haha” funny, he’s more on the side of “You’re so smart but is so ridiculous” side.  Monk is a former detective with an obsessive-compulsive disorder who consults with the police.   His disorder is a huge impact in the show, because it helps him solve mostly all of the cases with the police.  But, while it’s helpful it’s also very annoying for the people who work with him because they have to make sure everything is clean before he investigates it, or they would have to crawl in dirty places that need to be looked at because he refused to do it.   I mean it’s so serious that the running joke of the show is that Monk only drinks one type of water.  It’s Sierra Springs Water, that’s the only water he drinks.  He doesn’t even drink his own filtered tap water.  I’m not judging, but everyone in the series does judge.  Like seriously, he got stopped at the border because he was taking 2 full suitcases of Sierra Springs water to Mexico.  Just thinking about it is making me giggle, I know someone similar to this, but Monk is a whole other story.    The show also is top notch because the theme song is by Randy Newman or known to some of the younger people as the Toy Story guy.  “It’s a Jungle Out There” is so catchy and many people agree because it won an Emmy Award for Outstanding Main Title Theme Music according to Google.  So, yea, it’s really great in my opinion.  

                                                                                       

 

                                                 Gunsmoke  

                               

                         

 My Grandma did it to me.   This was just something she had on all the time, that I became so engrossed in it.   First and foremost, she had a crush on James Arness who played Matt Dillon and secondly, she used to “rest her eyes” while this played and would jump out of her skin when me and my sisters would try to change this channel.   So, after the point of her waking up fully, she’ll play this for like, 72 hours straight.  I’ll be back at my mom’s house and still hear that playing from the 40 minutes away drive.  With that being said: Gunsmoke is set during the settlement of the American West and the main protagonist is sheriff Marshal Matt Dillon, he’s the keeper of everything in Dodger City.  If there’s a robbery, he solves it, if a mom is going on a killing spree while her estranged daughter is away, he knows about it, if there’s a man getting drunk after his best friend killed the drunk man’s wife, Matt can help that man be clean again while catching the murderer.  Also, these are some of the many episodes I watched.   Even though the show was in black and white, and had some poor graphics, I loved it.  The acting was good, and I loved Matt Dillon’s compassion.   One episode, he tried to help these kids save their father who was falsely accused of a murder.  The man was going to be executed, leaving behind his young son and daughter, but Matt wasn’t going to let that happen.  He worked really hard to solve a case that wasn’t even in his jurisdiction.  The show was beautiful.  This is why, it’s one of the elites for me. It was just that good.  

                                                                 

                                                      Walker Texas Ranger 

           

“The eye of the ranger.  The oh so helpful stranger.  Who better knows the truth from wrong and right.”  Or something like that, I really never knew the exact lyrics.  I just remember my siblings and I going around singing this to each other, right lyrics or not.   Walker Texas Ranger is one of the shows that I started watching by myself without the influence of my grandmother.  I stumbled upon it one day when there was nothing to watch and note this was during the times when Chiller existed and all they played were reruns, so you had to scavenger hunt on the DirecTV channel for a good show.  I just had it on for background noise while I did my homework, when I heard gunshots.  Wondering what was going on I looked at my TV and noticed some guys fighting with kicks and all that.  So, to say, it caught my attention.   I watched this show probably up until I was in the 8th grade I think, but that’s because my mom switched to Roku, and we got some streaming channels.  It was great.   Oh yea, and the plot is similar to the modern day Gunsmoke, and it’s inspired by the film Lone Wolf McQuade. 

                                   

                        That’s it, thanks for going down memory lane with me. 

So for this week’s blog, I wanted to talk about My spotify wrapped, I thought it would be fun to share some of the weird tastes I have in music. So I’ll list my top five songs that I listened to, and for how many minutes, and stuff like that.

So in order of least to greatest of my top 5

 

 #5 Fifteen Minutes – Mike Kroll

This one Wasn’t much of a surprise, I Listened to it on repeat for a while.
I mainly got into this song by playing a dating sim on my computer called Monster Prom. This song was used as the Outro to that game. 
Not to mention that Mike Kroll has been used in Steven Universe quite a bit I think. I Listened to his entire “I Hate Jazz” album, and have to say that I didn’t find many songs that I didn’t like. 

#4 Just Give Me One More Day – Alej

 

This song is amazing, I don’t think I could recommend it enough.  Its purely just piano, no vocals or anything else, but my goodness, its outstanding. I listened to this on repeat while reading “The Giver” and it just made reading that much better. I found the song on an Instagram reel, and it took me quite a while to find the name of the song, but once I found it I added it to my Playlist and have listened to it daily. 

I’ve learned that my music taste mainly consists of: Classical, Classic Rock, and Indie Rock. Other than that I just listen to podcasts. 
This next one might be a little weird so bare with me. 

#3 Theme From The Amazing Digital Circus
(Piano Version) – NPT Music

So if any of you know the Amazing Digital Circus, you might recognize this, but for those of you who don’t, “The amazing digital circus” is basically an indie short animation. I watched it a few months ago, and I really enjoyed it, and what I enjoyed more was the music, so I looked up the soundtrack, and found one that was on piano, and saved it. I recommend both the song and the animation if you haven’t seen it. 

#2 Merry Go Round of Life – Andy Morris 

So, this is another classical, pure piano, song that I’ve been obsessed with. 
Some of you may recognize it, if not, it’s from a Studio Ghibli movie called
“Howls Moving Caste” I highly recommend the movie, and the song. 
Theres not much more to say about this one. 

#1 At Dooms Gates – DOOM 64x 

I’m a huge fan of the DOOM series, I’ve watched videos explaining the lore, (but only played two of the games.) But nevertheless, Its one of my favorite games. Especially because of its soundtrack. It mainly comprises of Heavy metal Guitar and drums, but sometimes it adds a little extra. This song specifically was my favorite though. 

At the beginning of the school year, I played this song on repeat for about a week, (Not an exaggeration.) I played it over and over again. I don’t know about any of you, but with me, when I’m in a new environment I like something that I can predict. So, I guess that I just played the same song on repeat because it was something I knew. That may be a dumb way of explaining it but that’s how I made it make sense in my head.  

Anyways, to sum it all up, I’ll just leave how many songs, and how many minutes I had on Spotify this year. 

I played a total of 1,659 different songs this year, with a total of 69,303 minutes. Apparently, that’s 48 days of nonstop music.  
My most listened genre was Indie Rock, and My Most listened band, was Origami Angel which took up 4,711 minutes. It said I’m in the 0.1% fans too. 
Anyways, this year has been a big adventure in my music taste, and I hope it was for all of you Aswell. 

Technical finale? I had a title for this that was better but I can’t come up with anything better than that.

I’m tired of dead dogs

tw: animal death, gore

Ripping open my skull and feeding it to dogs. They snap frontal to get to my amygdala and feast. Tearing open my liver to feed to hawks and unspooling my veins like spiderweb to feed the mice.

I’m coughing up blood.
I’m tired of running.

I’m being torn apart by dogs and it’s painful but I’m surviving as they tear the flesh from my shoulders. The blood is leaking through my clothes, and I’m sorry. What the hell, I’m sorry.

My body’s giving out so by God, and it’s going to heaven (I think,) so with my last breath, to the dogs that turn up dead under houses, that run underneath and get left on the road, I’m sorry neither of us can do more for heaven on Earth or hell underground and it’s gonna kill us.

They seem proud, but I know they’ll starve
tomorrow.
It seems an unfair fate.

She Won’t

crying on her doorstep, her family’s screaming behind a door that’s not thick enough but somehow always thicker than its supposed to be. I give her my coat, it’s no more warming than me

because I know I can’t undo this. I can’t storm inside and make them accept reality accept this.

so we sit on her doorstep, and she cries and weeps and I can’t do anything but hope my coat holds her better than I can

maybe I’m too afraid to say anything. she’s run her throat too dry to speak. There’s a dark feeling in my chest, asking if I’ll lose her, I hope I won’t when she’s my world, but something tells me that’s not my choice. I don’t know anymore.

It’s two am.
Where the hell am I.