I write on other sites

I'm currently writing a JakeDirk fanfiction. I bet all of you are just so surprised. 

Anywho, it's called Grocery Boy and can be found on AO3. It's only two chapters as of write now (get it, write? hahaha i'm so goddamn funny.) LINKLINKLINK

It's a high school AU because I'm an emotional dork and SPOILER ALERT Jake and Dirk are gon be super gay for one another.

Comment if you like it! :)

New Vlog Channel!

I finally made a new youtube account! Now I will be uploading all videos onto there, and I probably will not be posting them on my blog homepage anymore because that is extremely tedious. If you want to check out my channel, you can do that here. I will be posting random vlogs and anything else I feel so compelled to share with the internet. I've wanted to have a vlog channel for a long time, and now it finally exists! So if you have a youtube account, feel free to subscribe to my extension of Infinitely Pi :) 

Shameless Self-Promotion

Hey guys! I know I've alluded before to the fact that I make bracelets, but I've never gone into too much detail, so I thought I'd supply a little more information!

I have an account on the website http://www.friendship-bracelets.net, where I am known as Fond_Of_Owls. If you want to go check out my profile, you can do that here. The reason I'm posting about this at all is because I'm going to start selling custom-made bracelets! If you would like to purchase one, you can either:

A. Send me a Personal Message on friendship-bracelets.net if you have an account.
B. Shoot me an email at: infinitelypiblog@yahoo.com with an inquiry!

All prices are negotiable, and I would love to work with you! :)

Some examples of my work:

This is a keychain!

A single-color alpha pattern. 

Traditional style Autumn pattern. 

Multi-color alpha. 

Another traditional style bracelet! 

I hope this works

test title - Imgur

i made a rainbow

I should probably explain, but I won't.

Hahaha later player haters.

Goggles

Yesterday my friends introduced me into an interesting computer application called "Goggles". I'm unsure if application is the correct term to use to describe it, but that's what I'm going to call it. In the past I'd heard the term Goggles used multiple times on tumblr, but I hadn't the slightest idea what is was or where I could get it.

Yesterday Callie showed me a link to Goggles. Basically all you do is drag the application into your bookmarks bar, and every time that you  visit a website, you can click on Goggles and see what people have drawn on the web page! Most are lewd images, but some are real gems, like this one I found on youtube:

I have a sneaking suspicion that this is supposed to be Perry the Platypus. But this is not the semi-aquatic four legged mammal of action that I once knew. WHO DREW THIS? 

Otherwise I think Goggles is a lot of fun, and you guys should download it and see what people have drawn on my blog ;) 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

WHOA. I just realized something this morning as I washed my hands in the smelly school bathroom.

My blog is one year old.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!? It seems like just yesterday that I was sitting in my poorly lit bedroom choosing a theme for my new blog, Infinitely Pi. It's almost surreal, to be honest. When I first created my blog, I had absolutely ZERO intention of keeping it updated, let alone investing time in it everyday. I feel like a momma whose baby is all grown up. Despite this monumental moment in my blog's history, do not expect this to be the last of me. I am planning on continuing to update my lil' 'ol blog. Rather than screaming at all of you about how excited I am for the rest of this post, let's take a look at some of my blog's best moments in time:

• My first blog post on Infinitely Pi!!!
• When I decided I was going to blog more often.
• DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING EXCEPT "SWAG SNOWMAN"??
• The Tic-Tac incident.
• First documented post about math-hatred.
• First Top-40. 
• The day of the Muumuu's.
• Overly-dramatic haiku monday. 
• R.I.P. my favorite pen. 
• WWND?
• Baby, won't you be my girl? 
• The Olive Garden Incident. 
• My artsy-farsty day. 
• The Blueberry Hands.
• Remember when I was a champion?
• My lawn gnome with the over-done name. 
• Sketch
• That day I quit blogging. 
• 100th post.
• The first song I posted on my blog.
• Josalyn's rockin' b-day party. 
• When I FINALLY passed Honors Geometry.
• In which I was peer-pressured into watching "Beauty and the Beast".
• NGTJAW.
• Ew gross Driver's Ed.
• I really like the title of this vlog...

Whew. Was this post self-indulgent? Yes. Is that any different from usual? No. 

I am feeling to elated right now because going back and looking at all of those old posts brought back so many fond memories. This has been a journey of epic proportions for me, and I am so glad that it is going to continue. Where is my next destination for Infinitely Pi? I'm not sure. But I know it's going to rock. 

It is Hotter Than a Biscuit Outside So I Made a Vlog

For any further information please refer to the title of this post. I wanted to say "hotter than a fresh-made biscuit" but I thought it would have been too long.

Anyway, I didn't feel like typing and I haven't vlogged for awhile, so I made this video. The quality is poops and my camera is almost broken, not to mention I didn't edit the video. But I pulled through. If you watch it all the way through I will give you a hug and a sweater with love in every stitch.

I was literally so tired when I made this.

Links I mentioned in the video:
-National God Tier John Appreciation Week
-Callie I linked your tumblr because you use it more.
-Bracelet Tutorial
-P.J. Coolstar 

That's it!! I'm really bored today and I hope your day is going wonderful for you thus far! :D

Edit 8/9/12: I just decided that since there is fanart for it, we can have a P.J. Coolstar fandom. All of my blog readers can be members. Don't expect me to forget about this anytime soon...

Edit 8/29/12: I wore that shirt today.
Edit 9/6/12: I wore the shirt again today. 

National God Tier John Appreciation Week

This past May Josalyn and I created our own holiday. We made this holiday mostly on the basis of because we could, and with the ideal of "why the hell not?". While this holiday was ill-advised in nature and thoroughly unnecessary, we went on ahead with it anyway because there was absolutely no one around to stop us. The ball really got rolling in the third week of May, on a Sunday night. Josalyn and I had been messaging each other with our school-based email known as First Class. (I hate First Class). Our messages had been reduced to us just sending each other pictures of Homestuck fanart that we'd collected over the year and saved to our desktop. Throughout this whole charade Josalyn and I figured out a few things: One, that we both had a lot of fanart saved of John Egbert. And two, that the tech support people who moderated First Class had absolutely no issues with us sending each other fanart of fictional boys getting frisky (The second fact really doesn't relate to the holiday, but I still felt like it would be important to point this out for possible future reference).

That fateful Sunday night Josalyn sent me a picture of the character John all gussied up in his God Tier attire, I retaliated in kind, which set off a chain reaction of us spamming each other's in boxes with pictures of the boy dressed in blue. I believe it was I who first suggested the idea of our holiday (and please correct me if I am wrong, Josalyn), but after some careful planning we had our holiday mapped out. The "rules" went as follows:

• It would last for the entire third week of May (Sunday through to the following Sunday)
• We would wear blue on Monday just for kicks.
• Wearing blue for the rest of the week sounded like a pretty good idea too.
• Celebratory bracelets would be made and worn 
• We would continue to send each other pictures of John Egbert over First Class
• We would Appreciate God Tier John on a National level. 

These were the basic ideas of our holiday, and we were able to stick to them pretty well. I started to have problems somewhere around Day 3, though, because I ran out of blue shirts to wear. Josalyn, being the supportive friend she is, tried consoling me ("Hannah, blue jeans can count too!!"), but I still felt like I was sort of straying from the plan. Since Josalyn is a pro at celebrating holidays (her family goes all out for Saint Patrick's Day. Such commitment), she was able to do a good job with the festivities all week. It ultimately culminated to her wearing a blue dress to school on Friday, leaving me feeling inadequate and silly in my non-blue outfit. Josalyn looked absolutely fabulous by the way. (Josalyn, I am speaking directly to you now. You should wear that dress more often! You looked so cute I just wanted to scoop you up in my arms and never let you go. Luckily, I have some restraint).

Despite the fact that I had very little blue clothing, that was one of the most fun weeks I'd had all school year. The aforementioned bracelets were made and worn with pride! I asked Josalyn to send me a picture of the bracelet I made her, and I am very glad she complied:

Since the name of our holiday is so long, I chose to abbreviate it to "NGTJAW". That alone was too short, so I added on 2012 for some extra length. 

I really hope that Josalyn and I celebrate this holiday of ours next year. It was pretty fulfilling the whole week knowing that we were participating in a festival that we made up ourselves. Not only that, but it was an extremely nice distraction from studying from finals. Despite the fact that we were the only two who participated (our other friends were hesitant to jump on the bandwagon), it was still enjoyable for us. Also, Josalyn made me a bracelet a few weeks ago, that I briefly mentioned in my post about finally seeing The Avengers.  (That post is actually the reason I made this post, if you happen to recall...). 

Here is a picture I just took of the bracelet Jos made me. Being the savvy bracelet blogger I am has allowed me to excel in the art of taking unnecessarily artsy photos of bracelets.

I also just realized that if we were to celebrate this again next year I would need to make Josalyn a new bracelet, because the next time May rolls around, it will be the year 2013. As a bracelet maker with at least a shred of integrity still intact, I would not be able to sleep at night knowing I was letting my friend walk around with a bracelet that says '2012' on it when it is no longer 2012. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how this one plays out, no?

P.S.- I'm sorry if I alienated any of my non-Homestuck blog readers with this post (Matt and Lia, if either of you even bothered to read this, I send out my apologies. Hey, at least you both get your names tagged in this post). 

Beauty and the Beast

[Insert angry rant about how much some Disney princess movies suck here]

Just kidding, of course. This won't turn into an angry rant (I hope. I can make no promises). This past Saturday night I did something that I swore I would never, ever in a million years do: watch "Beauty and the Beast". I made this pact with myself long ago, in preschool, as a matter of fact. I remember quite clearly that we were having a movie day, and the chosen movie was, you guessed it, "Beauty and the Beast". I think I made it about fifteen minutes into the movie before deciding it wasn't interesting enough, and going off to play with toy horses.

Ever since that fateful day, whenever I bring up the fact that I've never watched "Beauty and the Beast", and that I never plan to do so, I was often met with gasps, looks of disbelief, and on some memorable occasions, people freaking out at me for thinking the movie was boring. I always took the fact that I had never watched the movie in stride. I don't really think it should be made out to be such a big deal. So I didn't see a movie that some people really life. So what? I just think it's silly when people would get mad at me. Really, I never berate people for never seeing "Mulan" my personal favorite as a child (She was just so hardcore. 'Nuff said).

At this point in time you may be wondering "Well, Hannah, I thought you said you never wanted to watch it? Why did you go against yourself like that?" Just hold your horses for a minute. I'm getting there. It all started because my mother (who had never seen the movie either) brought it home from work one night last week. She told me that they were discussing Disney movies at her office a couple days prior, and when one of her coworkers found out neither of us had seen the movie, she lent us her copy to watch. Apparently it is her most favorite movie from her childhood, and she wanted us to watch it.

After a couple of days where the DVD just sat on our kitchen counter, my mom finally popped the question:

"So, ya wanna watch it?"

I answered hesitantly, weighing the pros and cons of watching it. I knew that by actually watching it my pride would take a major blow, and that alone made me want to say "No, mom, as a matter of fact I do not want to watch that movie". But after a minute or two, I begrudgingly said yes. I had absolutely no idea what we were getting into by popping the disc into the DVD player, but I knew that at that point there was no going back. I was going to finally be watching the movie I had avoided for years, and I wasn't quite sure how to feel. It was akin to sitting backwards on a diving board and falling into the pool. You have absolutely no control of the situation once you're tipped backwards off the board, and as you're in midair you know there is nothing more to be done. Okay, perhaps that is stretching it a bit, but hey, this is my blog. I can use all the shitty metaphors I want.

Surprisingly enough, I actually managed to stay awake throughout the whole film (for anyone who hasn't watched a movie with me before, I tend to drift off to sleep about a half hour into most films). I think the main reason I was able to stay lucid is that I was working on some friendship bracelets the whole time we watched the movie. This meant that I actually had to be sitting up, using my hands, keeping my eyes open, etc. Approximately 90 minutes and two bracelets later, I felt like I had conquered something. It wasn't exactly the sort of self satisfied feeling that comes from, say, passing a test you thought you were going to fail. It was more in the sense of "Wow, I just ate an entire box of ice cream by myself. How the hell did I do that?"

All in all, I am still unsure whether or not it was worth it to watch the movie. I don't really feel like I gained anything by watching it after all this time. I realize that the message of the movie is all about inner beauty and loving people even though they aren't handsome- it's what's on the inside that counts, etc. Really, though I feel like the creators of the movie could have done a better job exhibiting this. I don't know if "Beauty and the Beast" was a fairy tale before it was made into a movie, but regardless of this, I think the creators should have switched some things up. First and foremost, I think that the Beast should have spent most of the movie as a human, and then towards the end of the movie he could have told Belle that he had been cursed and was destined to become a beast on the fifth full moon of the year of the cow or something to that affect. If Belle had stood by him after he turned into the Beast (Despite the fact that she had known him as a human first), I think that it would have been a much better way to show how inner beauty is what counts. Think of it this way: it would take a lot more courage to stay with someone after they become horribly disfigured than if you'd met them that way and  then they become "normal". Obviously Belle is going to want to stay with the Beast at the end of the real movie, because he became a hottie! Your average hunk in the countryside of France. Honestly, who wouldn't have stayed with him after he transformed into a human?

My other point I would like to raise is why Belle actually fell in love with the Beast in the first place. The facts are all stacking up to make the Beast one terrible guy. First off, he kidnapped her father, then held her hostage, and if that wasn't enough, he withheld food from her when she refused to eat dinner with him. I don't know much about relationships, but from what I can tell the Beast would be considered an abusive partner by today's standards. I don't care that he "changed his ways" or whatever. If someone did all of that to me, I would not be quite as forgiving.

What do you, dear reader, have to say on this topic? I know that things can get pretty heated whenever Disney movies are brought up, but I'm curious! Like me, did you see no point in watching some of the Disney movies as a child? Or are you one of the many who hold this movie dear to them?


Side note: I had a totally relevant "Beauty and the Beast" gif I wanted to post on here but I cannot find it >:( Please stand by.

Please excuse me while I freak out. I KNOW IT'S HERE SOMEWHERE. 

Don't Trash This Post You Hear Me Hannah

I am not including this post in my Fun Tunes Tuesday series because quite frankly it is not fun one bit. I think I wrote this song sometime in the beginning of February of this year, when I was still a relative newbie to the ukulele (which explains the lack of chord variation and poor quality in general). Pretty much November through April of this past school year was a particularly rough patch for me, because I had to deal with the fact that one of my best friends was going to have to move away over the summer. The stress of realizing I would have to live without her really bothered me. I started to get stress induced rashes and I worried even more than usual (which is really saying something, in my opinion). That is why I wrote this song, because I thought that it could help me drain out some of my negative feelings about the situation. At the time I despised the song, rarely playing it, and I even considered throwing it away. After letting it sit in my notebook for a few months, I revisited it last week, and I am glad I didn't throw it away. It is an odd sensation looking back at the state of emotional turmoil I was in then, but it makes me feel proud of myself that I was able to at least express my emotions in a somewhat productive manner. Luckily my friend found out she no longer has to move, so I guess the song is a tad out-dated, but I feel like it acts as a sort of anthem for that period in my life. It was a time of great stress, anxiety, fear, anger, frustration, hatred, and so many other things all balled up into one. Thus this song was born.

Uploaded from Youtube. Maybe the videos will work better this way -.-'

That's it, in all of it's weird and uncomfortable glory. I would also like to point out that I had been listening to a heck of a lot of Ingrid Michaelson before I wrote this song, and I can't help but feel like that influenced this fiasco in some way. I hope that you enjoyed, and please leave your feedback in the comments section below! 

Note: When I originally made this post a few days ago I had called the draft "Don't Trash This Post You Hear Me Hannah" because I wanted to make sure I actually posted this song. I decided I like that title, so it stays.

Edit: Josalyn is one smart cookie, and she suggested I post the lyrics to my song:

Even though I know that you can't stay
I still like to picture you by my side.
You already leave me in the summertime,
Now why must you disappear for the winter months too?


I face each day all alone,
like I don't already know
all of the things this cruel world
has in store for me


Yes I know that things are building up.
And yes I know that time will never stop,
but I still want you to know that I care...


Even though I know you've gone away,
and are no longer by my side,
I need to learn to breathe in the summertime,
and fight off the cold and dark in the winter too. 

Why Blogging Sucks (The Abridged Edition)

Ever since my induction into the Summer Break lifestyle (staying up late, internet, eating junk food, more internet), about a week or so ago, I've been doing some thinking about this whole blogging thing. Before I get too ahead of myself, let me just say that I've been cheating on Blogspot and spending a lot of time on Tumblr recently. One main thing I've noticed about Tumblr is that on there, one person may have over 5,000 people following their blog. Now, I am not saying that those people do not deserve every single one of those thousands of followers. My guess is that they have a long history on the site, and have worked their booties off. I am genuinely happy for those people. "Good work being awesome!" I often say to my screen, nodding approvingly at the people who have blogs more popular than I could ever dream of mine being (Both my Tumblr blogs and this Blogspot one).

The one thing that starts to bother me is that there are some people who probably get no recognition for what they post. Maybe it's because other people aren't interested in the posts, or the fandom isn't very large, etc. I just can't help but wonder how those people doing the posting feel. They are most likely very proud of their blogs (I am damn well sure I'm proud of mine), but sometimes I worry unnecessarily if other people get so upset about not having followers as I do. I will admit this now, I want more followers. On all of my blogs. It is a hard pill to swallow, but as a blogger you have to be able to accept the fact that not everyone is going to like what you produce. This probably isn't hard to believe, but some days I go back through all my posts, read them, and think "How come nobody likes these posts? They're so freaking hilarious" (These days are extraordinarily outnumbered by the days where I reread old posts and then roll up in a ball and crey 5ever, but that's a whole different story). 

I think that this never really occurred to me because in all honesty I never thought about any of this until Tumblr entered my life. I believe a big part of this is that on Tumblr there are more users who actually follow blogs than on Blogspot. I can really only think of three blogspot blogs off the top of my head that have more than a few hundred followers (Hyperbole and a Half, Books of Adam [okay, not really blogspot, but I think he just buys a custom domain], and The Sassy Curmudgeon). 

Of course all of this makes me wonder if  my blogs will ever "make it". I suppose we'll never know until the future gets here, but gosh darnit that it such a long time away. I hope for the best with this humble Infinitely Pi, but even I lose the will to try and post, because it all seems pretty futile. 

I am done being cynical about blogging now /ends rant

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go check Tumblr. 

Popping In To Tie Up A Few Loose Ends...

Hello my fabulous blog readers!! This isn't going to be much of a post- I just wanted to stop in to clear up a few things/share some information.

First on the agenda: Fun Tunes Tuesday

Much to my distress, I have been having issues uploading my Fun Tunes Tuesday videos to Blogger. Whenever I try to I get an error message. I'm not sure why, and I have sent an urgent email to the trouble- shooting people at the Google Corporation. I haven't heard back from them yet, and I doubt I ever will. If any of you know anything about videos and how to upload them, be my guest to share some advice! 

Edit 6/21/12: In case any of you were wondering, I never heard back from the Google team. What jerks.

Second on the agenda: The Legend of Korra

I don't think I ever blogged about this, but I started watching the Nickelodeon show "The Legend of Korra". I had watched "Avatar; The Last Airbender" way back when in fourth grade, and when I found out that the creators were making a follow-up series this year, I knew I had to tune in. Most unfortunately for me, though, I was way too busy with school and homework and life in general to watch the episodes when they aired on television. That is why I resorted to watching the episodes online. I am officially caught up on all the episodes now (Woohoo!) I think that Bolin and Korra is actually quite a cute pairing, and I can already see it creating quite a bit of shipping-related stress in my life later on (I apologize in advance for any dramatic blog posts I may write about them. I really don't want to have to relive the whole John and Gamzee fiasco, but if it comes to it, we just might have to).

Third on the agenda: My dog

I have a dog named Izzy, and she is a daschaund dachschund  wiener dog who is thirteen pounds of feisty energy. She is seven years old, approximately, but she still tends to act like a puppy. I sometimes forget this, so I was in for a real shock on Thursday when my dad picked me up from my last day of school and told me he had news about Izzy. I immediately jumped to the conclusion that she was going to die, and started to panic a little. It turned out she wasn't going to die, but she was going to have quite an upset stomach. Apparently earlier that afternoon Izzy had been running around my backyard, doing what most average dogs do (frolicking and whatnot), and then very suddenly she found a baby rabbit. The rabbit was weak and scared and Izzy easily captured it. My dad saw her and started running towards her, trying to get it out of her mouth. To ensure that she could keep the rabbit, Izzy swallowed it whole. My father recounted the gruesome sight he saw as one of the final back legs got pushed into her esophagus. The score in my backyard is currently as follows:

Izzy: 7

Bunnies:0

Izzy turned out to be fine, though she did have a little diarrhea, and refused to eat her dog food that night (I wasn't surprised, after she'd had a meal that big). 

~

That's it, everyone! As per usual none of these topics really deserved a whole post, so I am smooshing them together for convenience's sake. Since I don't really know how to end this post, enjoy this video of me dancing:  

Since the previous video I uploaded of myself wouldn't work, let's see if this one will! (Another edit from 6/21...)

Edit: Oh goodness, I left something out!! The poll results are in, everyone! I asked the question "How much do you love the writer of this blog?" And despite the fact that I used 'writer' instead of 'author', you all answered truthfully (I hope). There were 16 votes for "I love her THIIISSS much" and one vote for "I don't like her at all". The other two options (I like her quite a bit & I feel  indifferent) had no votes. Time for a new poll!! :D 

Edit 2: Wait, I forgot another thing!! I guess this would be fifth on the agenda, so here we go: WWND

Does anyone else remember when I did the 21 days challenge? The bracelet that I made, the WWND bracelet, had disappeared a couple of weeks ago. Despite never mentioning it to any of my friends, I was secretly freaking out inside. Even though I am not doing to challenge anymore, I still like to wear the bracelet so I can ask myself, What would Nerimon do? Anywho, I was with one of my friends a couple of days ago and we were going to go on a walk, but it was a little chilly outside so I offered her a jacket. I had about four different jackets in my room at the time, and she chose the windbreaker. She stuck her hands in the pockets and PULLED OUT MY BRACELET. I gasped and then promptly began to FREAK THE HECK OUT. I think I may have hugged her. I am so glad I have my WWND bracelet back <3

When Old Posts Come Back to Haunt Me

Remember when I wrote that post about the traumatizing text message I received about probing? It would seem that someone happened upon my blog today when they made an unfortunate google search involving frogs and probing. Something most of you might not be aware of is that I can track my traffic stats, and blogger will tell me what google searches people make that lead to my blog (my personal favorites being: Creepy Gamzee Picture, Funny Pie Charts, and [drum roll please]- Duggars). Today as I hopped online to check my stats, I saw something interesting:

This is the google search that someone made.

To whoever searched this (and after something sleuthing my guess is you're from Canada), I am extremely sorry that you did not get the results you had intended. My guess is whoever accidentally found their way onto my blog didn't mind it, though, because a new person answered my poll today saying that they loved me. Isn't it great how I try to get confirmation of my worth through my polls? I am just going to assume that whoever did that google search is the one who voted.

If you are the anonymous person who did that google search and are back for more amounts of Infinitely Pi, feel free to comment telling us all here on this humble site of your first experience on my blog. I'd love to hear all about it!!

Science Is For Nerds

Today in my Healthy Living class we talked about sexting. After the lecture was over, I thought to myself,

"Why sext when you can make sexual jokes about science?"

Pure Gold. Feel free to use this one anytime (You're welcome).

As I half heartedly completed my Biology Final Review packet tonight, a flood of pick up lines came up in my head. It's gotten to the point that I feel I should be a little bit concerned, but in all honesty, I feel like there isn't that big of a need to be worried (unrelated side note: I typed that whole sentence without spelling errors and my face pressed into my pillow. I have accomplished something great here). 

Also, as I was flipping through my Bio textbook today, I realized that there are a lot of random pictures scattered throughout the pages. You know how in textbooks they try to make the topic relatable to the real world, and they have pictures celebrating cultural diversity with captions like, "Alfonse, Maria, DeShaun, and Tammy look on with interest as the scientist explains how to successfully transfer genetic information". Or something like that. Anyway, one caught my eye while I was in class today, and I literally could not stop laughing for about five minutes. On the bottom of page 214, there is a picture of a small, wrinkled old lady who is smiling and holding a single ear of corn. What makes it even better is that there is a paparazzi in the background, and they're all fighting to get her picture. It is literally the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. I'll try to upload a picture of it on here tomorrow, because it is just too good not to share, quite frankly.

That's all for now, homies. I think I'm going to go to bed soon because I have to start studying for finals tomorrow (UGH). Nighty night. 

Edit: I revisited this post this afternoon and for the first time realized how totally ridiculous it is. 

Art (For The First Time In Forever)

I was talking to my friend Matt tonight, and I was griping about how I wanted to do a ukulele cover of "Baby Got Back" to post on my blog, but I couldn't because my brother was working on a major project. He kindly suggested I draw a picture, and that got me thinking. I haven't drawn a picture on this blog since the first few months I started posting. But that was back when I would just relive old memories and illustrate them for comical purposes.

Tonight, however, is a different story. I asked Matt what he wanted me to draw, and, most unwisely, he said I could surprise him. I set off to google, searching for a website where I could draw online for free. Once I got to my destination, I just stared blankly at my vast canvas.

"What to draw... what to draw..." I whispered to myself, tapping my chin thoughtfully. Then ideas struck left and right. I colored furiously, a devious grin spreading across my face. In a matter of less than 10 minutes, I had produced a viable picture. I took my inspiration from "Baby Got Back", and drew a butt. More specifically, my butt.

I know, I know, not necessarily the best choice when drawing for a friend, but I threw caution to the wind tonight. It is  my duty as an artist to post this picture, and post it I shall. Also I would like to note that my butt is nowhere near that voluptuous in real life. 

Matt... I hope I didn't scar you in some way with this. Moral of the story: Don't let me surprise you. 

The Year Is Almost Over

Wow, it's hard to believe, but the school year is almost over! I have about seven more days and then I can kiss that death trap goodbye for almost three whole months! I am so excited, I hardly even have words I can write down to express my emotions. Instead have this image:

This is exactly how I feel. Taken from: here

Now for a little history lesson: The entire reason I created this blog in the first place was to help me survive school. It helped a little in the beginning, because I had something else to do at school besides cry (the beginning of the year was a pretty rough patch for me). I thought that if I blogged everyday I would become happy. But it's the sort of artificial happiness that comes from, say, marrying Jack Johnson. It's not possible, but thinking about it is nice. Funnily enough, as the months passed by, I was actually starting to enjoy blogging more and more, and Infinitely Pi as it is today started to take shape. Now I love blogging, and I don't know how I got through the first month of school without it. All of you readers who comment and leave nice messages of encouragement and compliments literally make my day. It is so comforting knowing that people out there actually read all this crap I write, and that they actually enjoy it. This all means so much more to me than any of you will probably ever know. And now, with Summer on the horizon, I hope to keep on updating, and hopefully Infinitely Pi will be able to celebrate it's 1 year birthday in September with lots of old friends and hopefully a few new readers.

I've been wanting to write this post for awhile now, and it feels really nice finally being able to get it down and posted. I just want to give all of my readers a big 'ol hug right now. Unfortunately this is the best I can do:

Mmmm... there we go. Are you getting warm fuzzies right now? I sure am. Thank you all so much for supporting me in my at times ridiculous endeavors with this blog. 

More ukulele and also some emotions

Yesterday I went through a lot of friendship drama. Me and one of my best friends got into a pretty nasty fight, and it was a terrible experience, all in all. In the midst of the tirade, I wrote a song about being an angsty teenager with friendship issues. Despite the fact that these issues have been resolved, I still want to post this song. I think that my voice sounds really flat/sharp/whatever in this song, but no matter!! Also, I switch strumming patterns approximately three times, and I don't know if it makes the song sound better or if it just sounds terrible. My guess is it's a flavorful mix of the two.

I don't know if I like this song or if I hate it. 

My little bit of talking at the beginning isn't referring to my friendship working out better next time. It was because I had gone through about 6 separate attempts at recording the song, and I was pep-talking myself because I guess that's what I like to do.

Here, if that made you feel weird inside, just listen to this little tune I am posting specifically for the purpose of bringing back any feels that could potentially have been destroyed by my poor song writing/warbly singing voice. 

I made up this tune when I first got my uke, and I've been desperately been wanting to use it in a song ever since :P

Peace out for tonight, homies. 

JOSALYN IS MY FRIEND AND SHE THROWS GOOD PARTIES

This post is way overdue, but there have been considerable road blocks stopping me from writing about Josalyn's birthday party. They include, but are not limited to: me asking for pictures of the party and no one giving them to me, me waiting for people to give me pictures, and my forgetfulness.

Roadblocks aside, I'm going to write about it now. Let's get one thing straight first: Any party Josalyn throws is guaranteed to be a smash. She is one cool cat, and I love chilling with her. In honor of her 15th birthday a couple of weeks ago, Josalyn rounded up me and a bunch of our other friends, and we partied hard.

The party started around one o clock in the afternoon. When I arrived Josalyn and my other friend Matt were blowing up balloons (Matt, since I mentioned your name you can have a post tag now). Josh, another friend, was fiddling with the radio trying to find the most obnoxious radio station to tune it to. He decided upon the Opera station. I was hoping for cool jazz. Anyhow, more of our friends started showing up, and once all the balloons were blown up, the party began.

For approximately an hour we hung out in Josalyn's living room, chatting, eating the snacks provided, and throwing balloons at each other. The balloon battle was fierce, and many balloons were popped in the process. I feel like it's not really a party unless there's been a latex sacrifice. After we killed off most of the balloons, we went out to Josalyn's backyard and whacked the piñata. You read that right: WHACKED THE  PIÑATA. Did I mention I don't really think it's a party unless there's a piñata?

The piñata was huge, and I am guessing it was pretty authentic, because it was heavy and made out of like 12 layers of newspaper. It was a giant green bull, and it wouldn't break apart for nothing. Part of the problem may have been that we were using a whiffle bat, and that the bat bent after being hit against the piñata too much. We eventually had to switch to a baseball bat. The baseball bat is what did it in, in the end, after much persuasion (persuasion, in this case, is the piñata being whacked repeatedly on the neck). After the piñata finally broke, we reaped the spoils by all jumping onto the candy as fast as possible. I took all the BlowPops.

I had someone take a picture of me with the piñata carcass that I wanted to post, but alas, I do not know what happened to this picture. After the piñata fiasco, we went back inside and Josalyn opened her gifts, and it was all good fun, really. Unfortunately, three o clock came too soon, and I had to leave. I bought some time though by not flagging my mom down when she was driving, lost, through the neighborhood.

Josalyn, I am so sorry it took me so long to write this post. You're such a great friend and I'm sorry if you felt like I was putting you off, which I promise I was not trying to do intentionally. I hope you liked this summary of your birthday party <> <>