Indonesia, Russia, and Germany OH MY!

THEY IS READING MAH BLOGS! THE WORLD IS ENDING!!!! I HAVE PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD READING MY BLOG!
Obviously this is because I am amazing and not crazy and silly  Ohohohohohohohohoho! Ohohohohohohoho~~~~~ I have Canada too, but, really... I could drive to Canada if I wanted to. No need to get excited over Annabella stalking my blog. I'm just kidding, dear. I love you and your amazingness. Speaking of... I should write. But I shan't 'cuz I need to work out my plot! OH! I can write about that!
It's coming along quite nicely Fletcher now has a somewhat substantial background and I can work out the nice ironing of storylines! How shall it end! How shall it end? I have too many ideas! Why? Because I am amazing and crazy AND HAVE PEOPLE IN THE EASTERN HEMISPHERE READING MY BLOG.

OHOHOHOHOHO! PEACE FOREIGN PEOPLE!

I have never met anybody from Indonesia, Russia, or Germany. Oh please drop me a comment, lovely foreign types. I would so love to gush about your countries to you!

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH,
Zeeta :D

Whaaaaaaat?

Oh, man, I am so tired.... My fireplace is on, I have my bed on the FLOOR. My room feels like a furnace and it's so dang COMFORTABLE.
I'm going to fall asleep if I don't manage to wake up soon.
Oh! I had my last play performance yesterday and now I feel nostalgic. The theatre kids are like my extended family, it's weird thinking that I won't see them again for half a year.
Although, hopefully it will give Sean some time to get rid of his strange crush on me. Honestly, I hadn't even really talked to him until this play really. The fact that helping me with Latin and me hugging him have somehow had this effect absolutely baffles me.
Especially because I hug everyone there. To me, hugging is not a big deal. I can hug Weston and half the time I want to stab the boy with a fork. I hug Ben every time I go to play practice. I'm constantly hanging on Catherine.
Jeez, it's wacked out! But, whatever. What can't be explained can't be explained I suppose.
I have a Latin test this Wednesday too. >.<" Blarg, I really need to study for it but Being Human is just so dang interesting!
The whole show is just awesome! I'm watching the U.K. version by the way, because... um, I've seen some canadian shows, and they don't have the best TV.....
Those brits have some quality shows, I tell you. QUALITY SHOWS! The writing and acting and the thinking! Oh, it's a Zeeta dream come true.
Now, I shall pig out on my Halloween candy, and watch some more Being Human

I want this girl's closet. It looks so comfortable/shot

Toodle-Loo,
Zeeta

Story and other such business!

DANG YOU FLETCHER! *headdesks* Why are you so hard to think up a back-story for? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN YOUR CHILDHOOD? THERE IS NO WAY IT WAS NORMAL!
*sigh* I'm good. The world is fine. I'm just busy thinking up some storylines for my VN idea. The basic cloth is pretty easy, but the interweaving colors and borders are pretty dang hard for a go-with-the-flow type person as I am.
On the bright side! Today is dress rehearsal for my play! Too bad some people aren't taking it seriously and are just going to end up making the rest of us look bad as we desperately try to save it.
Either way! I'm fine! I'm Dandy! I'm Pictureless! I'm Stressed! I'm Leaving!

Tchou My Darlings,
Zeeta

Serious Talk

Hey. I'm gonna shoot for something a bit more serious than usually. Ok?

So, as I was going through and catching up on all my stalking today, I realized a great deal of these games/projects/artists were paralyzed in some way by being offended, discriminated, or preached to about Freedom Of Speech.
So, I'd like to just put this out there.
Yes, people discriminate. Yes, people offend. Yes, people preach. That doesn't mean any of it is right. That doesn't mean I support any of that. In fact, almost the opposite. Discrimination = bad, in my book. What most people don't realize is that we all discriminate in one way or another.
I can just imagine people going and commenting,'Really? Because I'm half-brown, female, lesbian, ect. ect. I don't discriminate.' Of course you do. I'm sure there is something in the world that freaks you out or you just plain aren't for it. Maybe you think males should stay at home with children. I don't know you, I don't know what exactly you discriminate against, but you do.
It's getting to the point where even my indie game creators have to push their release date to pat down an uprising of discrimination.
I discriminate. I'm not proud of it, I try not to, but it's kind of just part of my personality. I like to think I'm pretty open-minded, but I discriminate pretty strongly against guys.
I tend to think of them as idiots, and other offensive things.
It's who I am, and even if I have stories to justify why I think this way, it doesn't matter. Because I think this way, and some nice people are bound to get hurt because of it.
I don't hide the fact that I discriminate. I'll tell you when something bothers me, I'll tell you it's Freedom of Speech too. Because it is. I have a right to say it. I think it's rude and dishonest if you purposely hide your thoughts.
I get in trouble for this. Frequently. It's how I think, though, and I'm not going to change it because I live in America and we have Freedom Of Speech.
It's a blessing, and I happily accept the consequences for saying what I think because I can say what I think.
Yeah, it would be good if people stopped discriminating, but I don't think it will ever happen. People will never stop being offended by it, either.
What we need to do is stop getting riled up about it. It hurt your feelings? You can say so. You can explain why you think a certain way, but the moment you start firing back at them is the moment anything rational you have said goes down the drain.
I'm not good at it. I don't expect other people to be, either. I just think that we should all be adult enough to realize that it's neither people's fault for their opinions. Get angry, start a fight. Whatever, I don't care.
But, don't say that the other person is at fault because they think a certain way. Certainly don't accuse them of being biased because they don't 'like' you.
I don't like some people. I tend to think that their idiots, but I most certainly do not tell them that the way they think is wrong. I may say that I think that that is wrong, but I don't tell them to stop thinking that way.
A persons thoughts are a persons thoughts, and you shouldn't assume that just because your thoughts are different that your thoughts are any more right than theirs.

Discrimination happens, people. It's not like this is a shock. We know it happens. We won't be able to stop it. What we can do is start treating it like adults. Don't cry about them hurting your feelings. Let it drop, wether it's before or after you give your explanation I don't care. The only way to handle it without letting the thing blow up is to let it drop.

That's my serious talk for the day. Feel free to comment, I'll reply.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams. 

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye. 

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind.
~Listen To Your Heart D.H.T


Sincerely,
Zeeta

Weddings Are Not Good. Unless Your A Photographer.

I mean- think about it. Aside from the people getting married (and the people happily married) They make you feel all floof. I though about it and from a girl's point of view weddings are kind of depressing.

If your single- You feel depressed because you've got no boyfriend. You're lonely too.
If you're in a relationship- You start to get paranoid wether or not your boyfriend is thinking about marriage or whatnot. (I've noticed people tend to start fantasizing about their wedding too...)
Engaged- You want your wedding to be EVERYTHING WONDERFUL, and you go crazy trying to beat the wedding
Married- You start wishing your wedding had had this or that.
Divorced- Uhm.... I think we all realize this one.

Look at the depression!
Unless you're a photographer, of course. In which case, you're extremely happy when people get married and have weddings so that they'll pay you for pictures :D

Think About It!

;),

Zeeta

French :D

WE. ARE. THE. MAGIC. MUSHROOMS!
Heh. I love French.
It started out normal. Well, as normally as French always does. I attacked Zac till he gave me some Pixy Stix, then I smiled happily and skipped back to my seat.
We went over the answers to our homework- Me and Taylor (A friend O mine) stole more of Zac's Pixy Stix.
I harassed Zac as he tried to actually get me to work, oh that silly boy. He should know by now that if he wants to work he should not be partners with me.
I got bored and took a nap on his book, as he tried to push me off. Taylor made cracks about us. Zac got flustered, it was funny.
So really, it all went south when Dylan joined us.
See, we have this flyswatter game that we play, and our side's name is always some type of food in French.
I though that the word for mushroom looked cool. Champignon, I think it was. So I was all happy about that when Dylan looks up and asks-
"Mademoiselle Allison?" He asked
"Oui?" She turned around to face him.
"What's the french word for magic?"
"Magi."
He nods. Is silent for a second than practically yells,"WE SHOULD BE THE MAGIC MUSHROOMS!"
Mademoiselle stared,"Nope. No." We eventually gave up, but the entire rest of the hour was pretty much jokes and hysterical laughter.
At one point Mademoiselle shushed us and told the people who were working,"Ignore the peanut gallery over there."
Dylan, without missing a beat, goes,"That's going to be our name next time!"
It was fuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyy!

Sun is shinin’ in the sky
There ain’t a cloud in sight
It’s stopped rainin’ everybody’s in a play
And don’t you know
It’s a beautiful new day hey,hey, hey

Runnin’ down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly in the city
On the streets where once was pity
Mr blue sky is living here today hey, hey, hey

Mr blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waitin’
And today is the day we’ve waited for, ho, ho

Mr blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

~Mr. Blue Sky by Lily Allen

Peace Out,

Zeeta

High-five!

I haven't written! In oh so long!
But I have! Nothing to say!
It's the strange way! Of the world!
All I've done! Is be grounded.
Yay! For me!
You get no picture! Because I am lazy!
And this post! Is just a filler!
I'll see you!

Later!,
Zeeta!