My mom was eating chocolate from our super secret chocolate drawer. Naturally, I asked her if I could take something from that drawer as well. She said yes, so I skipped over to the drawer and found a white crumpled up paper bag.
I knew exactly what was inside. It was a small piece of old fashioned toffee, loaded with pecans.
I sat down, broke off a piece, and sunk my teeth into it. Instantly, I found myself in a familiar place, a sweet memory. I could almost feel the late summer sun burning into my already-tan skin. The best music wasn't the 80's rock songs pounding through the speakers and into my heart, it was the laughter of children and the jovial beckonings of carnies. I smiled as I listened to the gears whirring and the metal clanging, and people holding on for their lives as they were being flung into the air by carnival rides.
Just as I relished and savored the toffee, so did I relish the memories of him.
The toffee tasted like when I yelled, "We're here!" and running straight into the crowd, the music, the laughter, and the sticky smell of cotton candy, and him trying to keep up with me because I was bursting with energy and excitement.
The toffee tasted like me screaming for my life as we were swung upside down on the ride, and him telling me that I would be okay and I wasn't going to die.
The toffee tasted like when we made the mistake of watching a live band, and we had to yell over the music in order to hear each other.
The toffee tasted like him and I walking down the trail, into the forest, just the two of us, laughing and talking about our dreams for the future.
The toffee is sweet, but if you eat too much of it, you get sick.
The toffee is sweet, but sometimes, some people want a taste of it as well.
The toffee is sweet, but before you know it, it's all gone.
Y'all, we have another Pop Block mix! I actually finished this one a while ago but just never got around to uploading it haha. I tried to do something along the lines of psychedelic rock (key word: tried) and combine it with a few other things.
And the wonderful Allyson Crain is back at it again with the awesome artwork! :D
Is it possible to make a 1960's remix of an early 2000's rock song? Well, it is doable! I tried remixing this song by the Downtown Fiction to give it some good vintage vibes.
My lovely friendo Allyson Crain made the artwork :D pretty neat huh?
"This is Everly, Milo, and Flip's first mix! Everly is the lead vocalist and plays the tambourine, Milo plays the guitar, and Flip plays the drums. Known as the Block Crew, they travel the map saving the world and singing songs. Why Everly chose this song to remix, we may never truly know..."
Their world is called Pop Block, which is actually within an RPG. It's heavily inspired by the 1960's, kids cartoons, and a few other things. I'm still working on it; in fact, I really should be working on Ruth's Story instead (Season Two and a few skits to go along with it)
It's getting late over here so I better roll. Hope you like this remix and stay tuned for more cool stuff! Bye! :D
I finally got around to finishing this!! My lovely Feathershine twins somehow have the power to turn into blue jays.
It may not seem like much, but this was very difficult to animate. The stars threw me off. I did do copy and paste, but since they were either getting bigger or swirling around, I had to make careful calculations to see how much percent I should increase their size or rotate it... ugh let's just say it made my head hurt!
I'm so happy I finished it though. It's a very important fact to know that the twins can shape-shift, but I don't talk about it a lot because it hasn't happened to them as much.
But how exactly does the transformation happen? One may ask. Well, here's some of Skyla's research.
At this point, nobody is 100% sure...
Hey so the last post I made was one that I did late at night, I literally threw in all the photos I took without a second thought. Now that I'm more awake, I'll write a little more about our amazing trip.
Monday, July 31
The first thing my mom and I did once we arrived at DC was go to the National Air and Space Museum. It was so fascinating, I loved seeing the old technology and admiring how far we've gone. Although it makes me a little sad because there's not as big of an emphasis on space travel anymore. After the 70's, people just decided "oh well, there's nothing else to see out there so we're not going to send people into space anymore". You can't just give up like that yo! Oh well.
I hardly ever take pictures of myself, so these pictures are courtesy of my mom.
After that, we went to the International Spy Museum. It was so fun! Maybe if I was a little younger, I'd appreciate it more (throwback to my spy/secret agent phase haha)
That evening, we were supposed to go to this "piano bar", but GUESS WHAT THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A PIANO. IT WAS KARAOKE. I'M GOING TO GIVE EM A BAD REVIEW just kidding, I'm not that mean. I did like the food though, they had a good carnitas sandwich and their nachos were good!
My mom and I went to Washington DC last week! Here are some pictures:
My dad and I pedaled as hard as we could up the hill, coasted past the back of the Thorntons gas station, and carefully guided our bikes through the shrubbery.
Finally, we were there. This was it. The abandoned Brunswick Zone.
We always drove past this place and seen it from afar. Now that I was here, I realized how much smaller it was than I remembered it, and much more lifeless and melancholy up close. The parking lot, debris being blown by the cool evening wind, the cracks in the cement infested with weeds, felt lonely and empty but with an air of mystery.
I got off my bike and approached the front door. The faded paper signs on the glass must have seen better days...
"The sunset! It's so lovely!" I exclaimed on the ride back home.
"What color is it? Blue, purple, orange?" asked my father.
"No!" Those weren't the right words to describe such beauty. "It's, uh..." I racked my brain for the correct words. "The clouds are a slate-gray, but further down you can see a pale lavender-prune color. And finally, at the bottom, close to the horizon, you can see a bright tangerine orange."
As we kept pedaling down the street, the wind in our face, every now and then swatting a bug away, I added on to what I had said out loud. The clouds are a blanket trying to put out a great blazing fire. The fiery streaks are reaching out, trying to pull the blanket of clouds down into the flames of the sun...
Yesterday, I had to deal with getting my two bottom wisdom teeth removed. Now being on a diet of Jell-O, Italian ice, and mashed potatoes, being cooped up in my room, I began to wonder... what am I to do with my life now?
Well, I'll tell you what I did. I spent the entire day
1. Finishing Ruth's Story: Season One
2. Remastering the original Files book!
They are now up for all you lovely people to see. I feel pretty accomplished, considering the fact that I've spent about 10 hours staring at my computer screen, and I haven't seen natural sunlight since yesterday at 9am. (This may or may not be an exaggeration)
Alrighty, I'm going to take a break from my computer screen, and go to the big screen to watch La La Land. Farewell my lovely friends!
Many strong forces exist in the world, but one of the most powerful forces, in my opinion, is emotion.
Emotion is the driving force behind all our actions. When we're happy, we tend to do things that we enjoy to express our happiness. When we're sad, we'll mope around, not talk as much, probably not do anything productive. When we're angry, we tend to act irrational and harsh, and do things we probably would not mean to.
Emotion has the immense power to create new things; however, it can also destroy. Emotion can't be described as good. It can't be described as evil, either. The only person who can control how you feel is you. And since only you can control how you feel, you have the power to determine whether to use your emotions for good deeds or for evil actions.