So maybe eleven at night isn't too late. It's still late enough for my brain to be in it's other little world. I kind of like it here. It's nice. Dreams are a possibility, and they haven't been like that in the real world for a while.
I want to do something massive. But I don't know what. My oboe is being hopeless, my videos restrained by lack of massive computer and green screen (not to mention a program I, let alone the screen, am compatible with), and I've had writer's block for longer than I'd like to think about.
And I just totally creamed a bunch of people at online pictionary (that was the icing on my dorkcake), and now I'm talking to a kid from band online and he's making me laugh. I think I think it's funny only because I'm really really tired. It's a nice feeling. So I don't think I'll go to bed. It's only quarter past midnight, and I happen to be enjoying myself.
In the mean time...check out ionabrockie.com if you haven't yet. New layout. And now my YouTube account page matches it. Just search "Iona Brockie" on YouTube and you'll find it.
Kind of curious because there's a chance the...what...three people who comment on this thing will maybe answer this. If you had to describe me in one word, what would it be? Ideally, I'd want an answer from everyone I knew...it's like a study on how different people in your life see you, and maybe also how you present yourself to them.
Okay, not it's one o'clock and I'm sleeping. Nighty night.
--Iona
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
My Name's Not Joyce / Hello Summer / Not-So-Random Happiness - Post #217
Summer's here and the time is right, for dancing in the street...
Or the basement. But, y'know, whatever.
So far this summer's been amazing. Hanging out with Rachel and Jackie and Bri and Jess for their recital, then Rachel and Cat for the ceremonial burning of schoolwork and loads of movies, then with Mitch on his truck, then with Dan and his trampoline, then with Danica and Vinnie and his front porch, and with Tom everywhere in the middle. A girl could get used to living like this.
Summer...I like being outside and swimming and ice cream and sunglasses and flip flops and relaxing. I like being free, having permission to be mildly disobedient (completely ruining the point, but no matter), having time, having choices, having fun.
I like having friends you don't need a reason to laugh with, a guy who doesn't need a reason to compliment you, a life where you don't need a reason to smile. I like having things to look forward to...a party at Sarah's with the crew tomorrow, hanging with Tom Sunday or Monday, Vinnie's front porch Tuesday, Hershey Park with the bandos Wednesday to Friday, then in the long run the trip to Scotland with the church group and family, Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer coming out, Block Island with the church group, seeing Invasion with what Vinnie has dubbed "The Porch Gang" or something close to it (namely, him, Danica, and me, and Tom because he has it in his phone), and then we're into August and school's coming close to starting. How insane is that?
I bought a bunch of stuff to decorate my locker next year. Weird? Probably. Random? I have an excuse... I was in Target with my mom getting a chair for the baby and they had a bunch of scrapbook stuff on sale for a dollar each...so tempting. So now I have four things in the same shades of green, blue, brown, and cream because they all came from the same set. Scrapbooking and locker decorating have a lot in common. I want to go sneak into the school, get the measurements of my locker, and just stick on whole sheet of paper up that's cut to fit the inside of the door, around the lock and everything. Just a huge white sheet with magnets on the back. Then glue all the cool sheets onto it, and stick stuff onto it after, or have magnets that just attach right through it. Magnets are strong. I have a squishy blue one that says "Inspire." I like it. But I'm in the sort of mood to like everything right now.
I was thinking about things I want to do before I die. Not the obvious ones, the whole get married, have kids, be happy deal, but special things. I want to take ballroom dancing lessons. I want to play in an orchestra with people who love music and who want to be there. I want to march in a college band. I want to take my friends to Scotland, to my second home, and show them the other half of my heart. I want to finish a story. I want to ride in a convertible in a snowstorm with the top down. I want to star in a music video, not just be behind the camera. I want to graduate first in my class, gosh darnit. I want to make a speech that changes the way people think about things. I want to be on the drive team for robotics...and more than that, I want to drive, not just be the coach or the human player like the girls usually are. I want to stay up for 24 hours straight. I want to run into the ocean in the middle of winter. I want to fall asleep under the stars without a tent. I want a logo for my music videos, an animated one. I want to climb Ben Nevis. I want to see Mount Everest. I want to have a whipped cream fight. I want to play with a pool of cornstarch and water. I want to paint myself silver. I want to wear a skirt and sneakers. I want an extravegant dress for no reason in particular.
I like wanting. I don't have to get it, it's just fun to have something to strive for.
I saw the HUGEST rainbow today. It disappeared in the middle, but I saw both ends really clearly, and I actually saw where one ended! Ironically enough, it was in a rain gutter thing. Like the one my shoe was headed towards before Danica decided she didn't like guilt. And then I had Toblerone chocolate, which is heavenly, and decided life was being amazing.
I'm lucky. So very incredibly amazingly lucky. I'm going to sleep now, always to dream, sometimes to remember. I hope it's something fun, something happy.
I love you guys.
--Iona
Or the basement. But, y'know, whatever.
So far this summer's been amazing. Hanging out with Rachel and Jackie and Bri and Jess for their recital, then Rachel and Cat for the ceremonial burning of schoolwork and loads of movies, then with Mitch on his truck, then with Dan and his trampoline, then with Danica and Vinnie and his front porch, and with Tom everywhere in the middle. A girl could get used to living like this.
Summer...I like being outside and swimming and ice cream and sunglasses and flip flops and relaxing. I like being free, having permission to be mildly disobedient (completely ruining the point, but no matter), having time, having choices, having fun.
I like having friends you don't need a reason to laugh with, a guy who doesn't need a reason to compliment you, a life where you don't need a reason to smile. I like having things to look forward to...a party at Sarah's with the crew tomorrow, hanging with Tom Sunday or Monday, Vinnie's front porch Tuesday, Hershey Park with the bandos Wednesday to Friday, then in the long run the trip to Scotland with the church group and family, Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer coming out, Block Island with the church group, seeing Invasion with what Vinnie has dubbed "The Porch Gang" or something close to it (namely, him, Danica, and me, and Tom because he has it in his phone), and then we're into August and school's coming close to starting. How insane is that?
I bought a bunch of stuff to decorate my locker next year. Weird? Probably. Random? I have an excuse... I was in Target with my mom getting a chair for the baby and they had a bunch of scrapbook stuff on sale for a dollar each...so tempting. So now I have four things in the same shades of green, blue, brown, and cream because they all came from the same set. Scrapbooking and locker decorating have a lot in common. I want to go sneak into the school, get the measurements of my locker, and just stick on whole sheet of paper up that's cut to fit the inside of the door, around the lock and everything. Just a huge white sheet with magnets on the back. Then glue all the cool sheets onto it, and stick stuff onto it after, or have magnets that just attach right through it. Magnets are strong. I have a squishy blue one that says "Inspire." I like it. But I'm in the sort of mood to like everything right now.
I was thinking about things I want to do before I die. Not the obvious ones, the whole get married, have kids, be happy deal, but special things. I want to take ballroom dancing lessons. I want to play in an orchestra with people who love music and who want to be there. I want to march in a college band. I want to take my friends to Scotland, to my second home, and show them the other half of my heart. I want to finish a story. I want to ride in a convertible in a snowstorm with the top down. I want to star in a music video, not just be behind the camera. I want to graduate first in my class, gosh darnit. I want to make a speech that changes the way people think about things. I want to be on the drive team for robotics...and more than that, I want to drive, not just be the coach or the human player like the girls usually are. I want to stay up for 24 hours straight. I want to run into the ocean in the middle of winter. I want to fall asleep under the stars without a tent. I want a logo for my music videos, an animated one. I want to climb Ben Nevis. I want to see Mount Everest. I want to have a whipped cream fight. I want to play with a pool of cornstarch and water. I want to paint myself silver. I want to wear a skirt and sneakers. I want an extravegant dress for no reason in particular.
I like wanting. I don't have to get it, it's just fun to have something to strive for.
I saw the HUGEST rainbow today. It disappeared in the middle, but I saw both ends really clearly, and I actually saw where one ended! Ironically enough, it was in a rain gutter thing. Like the one my shoe was headed towards before Danica decided she didn't like guilt. And then I had Toblerone chocolate, which is heavenly, and decided life was being amazing.
I'm lucky. So very incredibly amazingly lucky. I'm going to sleep now, always to dream, sometimes to remember. I hope it's something fun, something happy.
I love you guys.
--Iona
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Racing Through the City, Windows Down - Post #216
So, new banner up there. Kind of proud of that. What do you think?
So...news...Friday was the biology final. Not bad, it was a fair assessment, even if it was repetitive. Then I was making a fish face at Rachel and Bill and Mr. J cought me and laughed at me...and I got "the look"...ah well.
Then I went home, and Tom stopped by on his way home from work, and we just sat on my picnic table and drank iced tea for like an hour. And it was nice. It made me smile. Then I went to Jackie's and jumped on the trampoline with Rachel and Bri, and then we all went to the movies with Tom and Brandon and Shawn, and then back to Jackie's with Bri, Rachel, and Jess to sleep. Or try to, anyways.
Then today I went home and argued with my dad, who wants to break up the aforementioned picnic table because it's old and icky. I said no. Way too many memories attached to that thing. Scraping snow off it every winter, sitting on top of it instead of on the benches every fall, using it to hold the pool stuff every summer. It's been there ever since I can remember. I don't like change like that.
So tomorrow I'm spending father's day sanding all the old paint off and the wood down to see if I can get it to look good again. I'll miss it if it's gone.
Then...I went to Andrew's pool party, hung out with Neils and Tina and Tam and Christa and Sarah and Andrew and Josh and Justin and Catherine and Zack and the lizard. Hehe. Love that lizard. And I got a hug from Bill, because his mom told him to. XD I went over there so I could explode, but hugs are less damaging to the eardrum, I suppose. So yeah, too much food, too many inflatable bananas, and a cannonball gone wrong that led to REALLY sore legs. And Christa and I rewerote "This is Why I'm Hot" to "That's a Giant Goose." That goose is pretty fake. That goose is pretty cool. That's a giant, that's a giant, that's a giant goose.
Then I stole Cat and we went to Rachel, Jackie, Bri, and Jess's recital. Boogie Wonderland was awesome, followed by...probably Rachel and Jess's improv to Black Betty and Jackie and Jess's It's Raining Men.
Then Cat and I went to Rachel's to hang, but got there before she did and actually had a normal conversation with her brother. It was kind of like, "Wow, he can actually see us?" Hehe.
So we watched Legally Blonde and talked about nothing and ate rocky road ice cream and stayed there until we were starting to fall asleep.
So now I'm here...equally tired, but kind of happy, kind of sad. Contemplative. The past, the future. All from a picnic table. Violin to piano to oboe to what? Dance to soccer to swimming to what? Explorer to photographer to author to what? Everything I did and dreamed of doing has changed. And there's no going back. Not really. You can try, but nothing's ever the same as it once was. "Your clothes never wear as well the next day, and your hair never falls in quite the same way, but you never seem to run out of things to say...this is the story of a girl..."
Put the story on hold. I'll finish it tomorrow. I'm sleepy.
Night all.
--Iona
So...news...Friday was the biology final. Not bad, it was a fair assessment, even if it was repetitive. Then I was making a fish face at Rachel and Bill and Mr. J cought me and laughed at me...and I got "the look"...ah well.
Then I went home, and Tom stopped by on his way home from work, and we just sat on my picnic table and drank iced tea for like an hour. And it was nice. It made me smile. Then I went to Jackie's and jumped on the trampoline with Rachel and Bri, and then we all went to the movies with Tom and Brandon and Shawn, and then back to Jackie's with Bri, Rachel, and Jess to sleep. Or try to, anyways.
Then today I went home and argued with my dad, who wants to break up the aforementioned picnic table because it's old and icky. I said no. Way too many memories attached to that thing. Scraping snow off it every winter, sitting on top of it instead of on the benches every fall, using it to hold the pool stuff every summer. It's been there ever since I can remember. I don't like change like that.
So tomorrow I'm spending father's day sanding all the old paint off and the wood down to see if I can get it to look good again. I'll miss it if it's gone.
Then...I went to Andrew's pool party, hung out with Neils and Tina and Tam and Christa and Sarah and Andrew and Josh and Justin and Catherine and Zack and the lizard. Hehe. Love that lizard. And I got a hug from Bill, because his mom told him to. XD I went over there so I could explode, but hugs are less damaging to the eardrum, I suppose. So yeah, too much food, too many inflatable bananas, and a cannonball gone wrong that led to REALLY sore legs. And Christa and I rewerote "This is Why I'm Hot" to "That's a Giant Goose." That goose is pretty fake. That goose is pretty cool. That's a giant, that's a giant, that's a giant goose.
Then I stole Cat and we went to Rachel, Jackie, Bri, and Jess's recital. Boogie Wonderland was awesome, followed by...probably Rachel and Jess's improv to Black Betty and Jackie and Jess's It's Raining Men.
Then Cat and I went to Rachel's to hang, but got there before she did and actually had a normal conversation with her brother. It was kind of like, "Wow, he can actually see us?" Hehe.
So we watched Legally Blonde and talked about nothing and ate rocky road ice cream and stayed there until we were starting to fall asleep.
So now I'm here...equally tired, but kind of happy, kind of sad. Contemplative. The past, the future. All from a picnic table. Violin to piano to oboe to what? Dance to soccer to swimming to what? Explorer to photographer to author to what? Everything I did and dreamed of doing has changed. And there's no going back. Not really. You can try, but nothing's ever the same as it once was. "Your clothes never wear as well the next day, and your hair never falls in quite the same way, but you never seem to run out of things to say...this is the story of a girl..."
Put the story on hold. I'll finish it tomorrow. I'm sleepy.
Night all.
--Iona
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Finals and a New Video - Post #215
The latest from Iona X.Quiz.It Productions. Or something. Lots of videos of Vinnie and Danica from hanging out on his porch for a couple days.
So...first off, English final. Lots of work, over 200 questions and two essays. The vocab was easy, the editing & revising was kind of tricky, and the essays were weird.
Then Social Studies...only three wrong on the multiple choice, not bad, not bad, but my DBQ was insanely repetitive.
Math...no comment.
Band I did amazingly, except for I couldn't get my high A out. Mr. Duffy gave me a 100 anyways, and we hung out in the copy room listening to various assorted iPods and organizing the cart for the rest of the two hours.
Four down, two to go; biology tomorrow and Spanish Monday. Then it's all over. Finally.
But the summer's looking good already. Andrew's party and Rachel, Jackie, Bri, and Jess's recital Saturday, performance in church with Michele Sunday (wait, that's a BAD thing), seeing Tom on Monday, and seeing Rachel and Cat on Tuesday. Party, yo. Hehe.
Off to go study my brains out for biology. Ciao.
--Iona
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Nostalgia - Post #214
My mom just dropped off a bag of my old stuff in my room. Since I don't have anything better to do, here's what's in it...
1. A small model of a carousel house on a gold and wood stand that plays this soft little tune when you wind it up, and moves up and down.
2. A toy stuffed badger.
3. A really old grey elephant with red and blue ears and feet that I think used to be...my dad's maybe? And it had a name, I know it did...must find out.
4. A purple beanie baby rabbit that, if I remember correctly, was named Flopsy... 5. A funny looking brown bear beanie baby.
6. My old stuffed dog...chocolate brown and the softest thing you will ever hug. 7. A stuffed duck from Veronica (she used to call me Quacky) wearing a toy bear's American Idols Live Tour 2004 shirt from when i went with Danielle.
8. A little picture in a green frame of the little elephant and the kid from The Jungle Book (what was that kid's name??) that used to hang on my wall.
9. My oldest stuffed dog, a beagle with a long nose that I named Mattimeo after the mouse in the Redwall books.
10. A stuffed koala that used to hug a tree until I cut it off because it didn't look real enough for my little-kid games.
11. A little brown dog with long ears and a necklace as a collar that says "joy" on one foot...I called him Daddy Coaster because my dad won him for me after we went on my first roller coaster. Creative kid, no?
12. A stuffed dalmatian I named Jasper after the rocks that look all spotty, because I got him as a birthday present from this girl Rachel who played on my soccer team at a mining party.
13. A very floppy chicken beanie baby.
14. An elmo beanie baby my brother gave me, possibly from Sesame Place.
15. A pale blue elephant beanie baby.
16. A plate with the "Owl and the Pussy-Cat" poem on it that used to hang on the wall above my bed.
17. A really sad looking Russ beanie baby dog.
18. Haha, a Siamese cat beanie baby Katie gave me because I loved it to death. 19. A badger beanie baby that I can remember feeding pepper flakes in Carlucci's. 20. A very yellow cat beanie baby...haha, why do I still remember the personalities I had for all these things? This one was a brat.
21. A Zoe beanie baby to go with the Elmo one...she was always my favorite.
22. A white mouse beanie baby...my goodness, I had millions of these things.
23. A pug beanie baby with a crinkly face.
24. A cross stitch of my name that used to hang on my wall where there's now a mirror.
25. An "Outstanding Reader Award" plaque from elementary school...I thought it was the best ever...
26. A little wooden train with four carts that spell my name.
27. A Lisa Frank autograph book from Frisbee...so second grade or earlier.
That was fun. Off to look for a song to put Vinnie and Danica too...later all!
-Iona-
1. A small model of a carousel house on a gold and wood stand that plays this soft little tune when you wind it up, and moves up and down.
2. A toy stuffed badger.
3. A really old grey elephant with red and blue ears and feet that I think used to be...my dad's maybe? And it had a name, I know it did...must find out.
4. A purple beanie baby rabbit that, if I remember correctly, was named Flopsy... 5. A funny looking brown bear beanie baby.
6. My old stuffed dog...chocolate brown and the softest thing you will ever hug. 7. A stuffed duck from Veronica (she used to call me Quacky) wearing a toy bear's American Idols Live Tour 2004 shirt from when i went with Danielle.
8. A little picture in a green frame of the little elephant and the kid from The Jungle Book (what was that kid's name??) that used to hang on my wall.
9. My oldest stuffed dog, a beagle with a long nose that I named Mattimeo after the mouse in the Redwall books.
10. A stuffed koala that used to hug a tree until I cut it off because it didn't look real enough for my little-kid games.
11. A little brown dog with long ears and a necklace as a collar that says "joy" on one foot...I called him Daddy Coaster because my dad won him for me after we went on my first roller coaster. Creative kid, no?
12. A stuffed dalmatian I named Jasper after the rocks that look all spotty, because I got him as a birthday present from this girl Rachel who played on my soccer team at a mining party.
13. A very floppy chicken beanie baby.
14. An elmo beanie baby my brother gave me, possibly from Sesame Place.
15. A pale blue elephant beanie baby.
16. A plate with the "Owl and the Pussy-Cat" poem on it that used to hang on the wall above my bed.
17. A really sad looking Russ beanie baby dog.
18. Haha, a Siamese cat beanie baby Katie gave me because I loved it to death. 19. A badger beanie baby that I can remember feeding pepper flakes in Carlucci's. 20. A very yellow cat beanie baby...haha, why do I still remember the personalities I had for all these things? This one was a brat.
21. A Zoe beanie baby to go with the Elmo one...she was always my favorite.
22. A white mouse beanie baby...my goodness, I had millions of these things.
23. A pug beanie baby with a crinkly face.
24. A cross stitch of my name that used to hang on my wall where there's now a mirror.
25. An "Outstanding Reader Award" plaque from elementary school...I thought it was the best ever...
26. A little wooden train with four carts that spell my name.
27. A Lisa Frank autograph book from Frisbee...so second grade or earlier.
That was fun. Off to look for a song to put Vinnie and Danica too...later all!
-Iona-
Saturday, June 02, 2007
We'll Ride This Wave Until the Shore - Post #213
Cuz when it crashes our dreams will be no more...
Wheeee. I am so insanely bipolar sometimes, I swear. But this weekend has been AMAZING. Just what I needed. =)
Friday was a dentist appointment where I pretty much watched What I Like About You on the tv thing, so that was all right. Then I went to dryland where I did 10 Kevin-approved pushups in a row!! Whee!! Miss Weakness is moving up mildly in the world. Then we did wallsits, which are fun, because you're sharing the pain with everyone you're doing them with. And Kevin fell down twice which, after we made sure he was okay, was very very funny.
Then there was a storm and the pool had to close so they canceled practice, so I went home and chilled and got ready to go to Danica's. That was fun. =) I hadn't seen Julie since robotics ended, Ari since forever (the bus totally doesn't count, I sleep on that thing), Danica is amazingly Danica, and Bill is entertainment incarnate. We went to see Pirates 3, I picked up on everything I missed the first time, and whenever Bill poked me in the arm I exploded.
Then we went back to Danica's and did weird personality quizzes in the basement and there was a medicine ball! And I managed to keep her from calling Tom (miraculously) at two in the morning, which is around where we fell asleep.
I left there at around 7:45 to be at the high school for 8:15. I volunteered as a one-on-one at the Wolcott Special Games. It was awesome. I hung out with Shawn and Tina and Vinnie and got paired with this adorable frail little guy named Dennis who got two 2nd place ribbons, a 1st place ribbon, and a medal. I felt so insanely proud. And it was fun - I love helping people with disabilities because for once in my life I feel like I know what I'm doing. Well, sort of anyways. It's so great, because they're generally such cheerful, genuine people. I got a kiss on the cheek from one guy because I let him take a picture with me.
And then randomly, half way through the day, I was walking with Tina and Dennis and talking about Tom, and THERE HE WAS! I screamed. It was the sweetest thing ever, he'd been driving home from work past the high school, seen the commotion on the turf, remembered I was there, and dropped by to say hi. I was so touched. =) Haha, so maybe I'm a tad obsessive. It was still an insanely sweet thing to do. And I saw his car, which is white and shiny and gorgeous. =D
That ended with me and Tina flipping through the DJs CD books for twenty minutes looking for the cotton-eyed joe, FINALLY finding it, and ending up dancing when everybody but maybe ten people on clean-up were gone. It was amazing. And I can hop fences. =)
And now I'm going swimming! Because Dad has deemed the pool worthy of human touch. Yay. Haha. Okay. Iona...out.
--Iona
Wheeee. I am so insanely bipolar sometimes, I swear. But this weekend has been AMAZING. Just what I needed. =)
Friday was a dentist appointment where I pretty much watched What I Like About You on the tv thing, so that was all right. Then I went to dryland where I did 10 Kevin-approved pushups in a row!! Whee!! Miss Weakness is moving up mildly in the world. Then we did wallsits, which are fun, because you're sharing the pain with everyone you're doing them with. And Kevin fell down twice which, after we made sure he was okay, was very very funny.
Then there was a storm and the pool had to close so they canceled practice, so I went home and chilled and got ready to go to Danica's. That was fun. =) I hadn't seen Julie since robotics ended, Ari since forever (the bus totally doesn't count, I sleep on that thing), Danica is amazingly Danica, and Bill is entertainment incarnate. We went to see Pirates 3, I picked up on everything I missed the first time, and whenever Bill poked me in the arm I exploded.
Then we went back to Danica's and did weird personality quizzes in the basement and there was a medicine ball! And I managed to keep her from calling Tom (miraculously) at two in the morning, which is around where we fell asleep.
I left there at around 7:45 to be at the high school for 8:15. I volunteered as a one-on-one at the Wolcott Special Games. It was awesome. I hung out with Shawn and Tina and Vinnie and got paired with this adorable frail little guy named Dennis who got two 2nd place ribbons, a 1st place ribbon, and a medal. I felt so insanely proud. And it was fun - I love helping people with disabilities because for once in my life I feel like I know what I'm doing. Well, sort of anyways. It's so great, because they're generally such cheerful, genuine people. I got a kiss on the cheek from one guy because I let him take a picture with me.
And then randomly, half way through the day, I was walking with Tina and Dennis and talking about Tom, and THERE HE WAS! I screamed. It was the sweetest thing ever, he'd been driving home from work past the high school, seen the commotion on the turf, remembered I was there, and dropped by to say hi. I was so touched. =) Haha, so maybe I'm a tad obsessive. It was still an insanely sweet thing to do. And I saw his car, which is white and shiny and gorgeous. =D
That ended with me and Tina flipping through the DJs CD books for twenty minutes looking for the cotton-eyed joe, FINALLY finding it, and ending up dancing when everybody but maybe ten people on clean-up were gone. It was amazing. And I can hop fences. =)
And now I'm going swimming! Because Dad has deemed the pool worthy of human touch. Yay. Haha. Okay. Iona...out.
--Iona
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