Attention All Cat Haters

Well I have found one of the most time wasting, yet entertaining games out there. I bring you Kitten Canon! For all those of you who hate cats or just like a little bit of entertainment, well here it is in the form of launching a computerized kitten out of a canon. That is right! You can launch a poor defenseless and somewhat mishapen kitten out of a canon and watch it fly! Try to beat my top score of 1,717feet. Try the game and blog your scores. Just click on the title of this blog to reach the link.

Guess who it is. If you do, then you get a pretty gold start or a cookie, either one. Good luck! Natalie, you don't get to guess. 

SERENITY!!!!!

SERENITY!!!! Me and possibly Natalie are going to VEGAS BABY! To see the advanced screening of "Serenity," Joss Whedon's new film that tells the story of his short lived, yet addicting series "Firefly." When I saw the trailer, only two days ago, I knew that I would have to go and see that film, and now I am! On May the Fifth, me and my guest will be driving down to Vegas to see Serenity! I am more than thrilled and I will be forced to point, laugh and mock to all those who are not attending the screening, be very jealous of me. VEGAS BABY!

Gotta Keep Up!

I give! Natalie is better at keeping her blog updated and that is all there is to it. Not to mention that really only Nat and I comment on each other's blogs, where we could just call each other on the phone; it is time for a change! More people will come and comment on my blog and those people will be real and not just me using a different name! In addition, Natalie is in no way cooler than me, but she is quite pretty!
So to all you people of the world, come, visit, comment, mock, share, ect...
Becky has spoken-

And here we are posing for a picture with our Con friends. Don't we look special? I believe this is pre 'Becky destroys her hair via dance' 

Woot! Here is Natalie and I with friends we made at the Con, they are as weird as Nat and I. 

I want to be like Natalie

I want to be like unto Natalie, so I am posting pictures too because she is like my idol.

My personal favorite picture of James and me. I was so nervous to ask for this pose that it took me two pics to get up the gusto. I am so glad that I did though because he was really nice and told me that I could and I think it turned out really well. 

Andy and Me on Saturday. I forgot a necklace and I am still kicking myself for it. 

Sunday Picture with Amber. I forgot to take off my sweater, so I look like a black blob. But that is her actual size. 

Here is my Saturday Picture with James 

I Have Returned Triumphant!

Houston WAS AWESOME!
I have returned, tired, dizzy, hungry and with a serious crick in my neck, but I loved Houston! Okay, the city didn't really mean that much to me, but the convention was great! I really only left the hotel twice; once to go across the street to Subway and the other time to go to the airport, so Houston remains a mystery to me, but it doesn't matter because the Con was great!
I got to have pictures with James Marsters, Andy Hallet, Amber Benson, Jonathan Woodward, James Leary, Jenny Molen, and Camden Toy, so like everyone! And the James Concert was great! I believe that the concert was the highlight for me. Loved the banquet, loved the Q&A, loved the dances, loved Froggy's parties. Natalie and I made tons of new friends, Natalie got a wedding proposal, I got a proposition to be mistress to the same man who proposed to Natalie. We danced like mad, partied with Amber Benson, ate little and slept less. Here are some pics for now and a full report yet to come.

THE DAY HAS COME!

YOU HAVE BEEN HEARING ABOUT IT OR RATHER I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS AND IT IS FINALLY HERE! TOMORROW, I LEAVE FOR TEXAS AND THE HOUSTON BUFFY CON!
I'm crazy, out of my mind stressed because I have so much to do before I go, but at the same time I am screaming inside with excitement. I love Buffy, I love James Marsters and this convention brings those two things and me together in a beautiful union of fun. THANK YOU VULKON AND OTHER CONVENTION PEOPLE FOR MAKING THIS POSSIBLE! I would also like to thank my parents for their understanding and tollerating me going to this despite the fact that they don't really understand. I would also like to thank Makau Corporation, that provides me with my source of income. I want to say thanks to Natalie for being my co-atendee and Monique for coordinating room and platinuminess. I hope that I will bennefit off of her high standing. In addition, I'd like to thank Mikey in advance for being sooo cute and for dressing up like James. "You ROCK Mikey!"
I'm thoroughly more excited about this con than I was the last one because I kinda know the groove of things and know what to expect. In addition, we are trying new things. The Banquet, which I hear is uber fun, in which we get to eat with the stars. Yeah! James Concert, cuz what is better than hearing James sing? I got to hear Tony sing at the last one and that was cool, but my heart and fanndom belongs to James. I know more people at the Con, so I will have a semi-established group of people to chat with. I also am more prepared for this Con. I have moved into the digital age, or my mother and sister have and I'm along for the ride. I am going to have digital representation of the Con in the form of video and pictures. Yeah! Because who likes a non zoomed pic? Not me!
I regret to inform that some people who were at the last con, will not be making an appearance this year. So, I raise my imaginary glass to Kelli. We will miss you dearly and I hope you have more fun taking tests, saving your money and changing diapers. *clink*
And lastly but of course not leastly, THANK YOU JAMES MARSTERS FOR DOING A CON IN THE USA! I will, of course, give a full Con report when I return.
See ya suckers!

At Long Last

Okay, I have been fully slacking in the blog demension. I blame it on Rachel because my world seemed to crumble when she left and blogging just didn't seem as important without her here. But now that she has returned, so may I to the world of blog.
As the end of the semester draws nigh, I always feel a sort of anxiousness. And as we all know this is a form of anxiety rather than an elated feeling, because if it was a happiness it would be anticipation, but no, it is anxiousness. I get all stressed with all the tests and inevitable papers that are looming over my head or rather in my head because that is where I store my knowledge. But wouldn't it be cool if I could store it outside of my head and like pull it up on a computer to look at? I think it would be cool, maybe I should invent something like that.
Anyway, it makes me think, once again what the purpose of school is. If I'm not doing something that I love to do, why do I do it? It is an unknown thing. I see all of my friends not going to school and working their brains out, but have fun doing it. Then there is me that sits in class half my day and then I'm up to my elbows in homework that I never do the rest of the day. What is that all about? It is difficult to say if you are me. I mean, I enjoy my English classes, but my other meaningless classes like American Heritage, Spanish, Religion, History, Science, ect... what are the point of those classes? I mean, do I really need to know what Sherman's plan is? Will I ever use that in life. I can't see my self having a conversation or an experience in life and then saying, "Oh this is just like Sherman's Plan in the early 1900's. Who cares, really? But I suppose that school holds some sort of deeper meaning or knowledge or self satisfaction. If anyone finds one of those, let me know where it is so that I can find it too.
In conclusion, I believe that finals are hard, school is harder, Spanish is harder than both of those and Buffy rules!

Tall Minds

Today, while contemplating the meaning of life, I thought about the title and meaning of my blog. Tall Minds. What does this mean? Why is this blog for all those, taller, prettier and smarter than all the rest of you dwarves out there? I have come to the conclusion that Tall Minds means so much more than I could have ever fathomed at the creation of this blog. Not only does Tall Minds act as an aspiration for all to learn and expand their minds, and intellect, but it also signifies that those who blog here are marginally smarter than those who do not blog here.
In addition, Tall Minds caters to the tall people of the world, which can be seen as physically tall or metaphorically tall. Those who tower above others and seek to fulfill their hopes and dreams. This blog is for those people. Whereas the dwarves merely seclude themselves in their own personal caves, digging themselves deeper into their own world, never dreaming of exploring out into that big world. This blog is for those who want to be involved with the masses and make a difference in the world.
And we bloggers of this blog are naturally prettier than dwarves because we lack beards and that is just a given.
So, to all those, short, small minded, cave dwellers, "Open up your Minds! Grow a little! See the light! Come back to us! Read my blog dangit!"
Also, watch more Buffy, you can never have enough Buffy

The Glory that Is James Marsters

I had a dream about James Marsters last night, and it was good and it stayed with me vividly, so I've decided to share it with you.
I was driving my car in Eagle Mountain when I suddenly made a wrong turn and ended up in the parking lot of a warehouse, go figure. I exited my car or rather magically was inside the warehouse and I saw that I was in a toy store that looked like a warehouse, but in reality it was the set of a commercial shoot. There were children running rampant everywhere and playing with the toys and for some reason or another, James was there for the commercial shoot. He was wearing a tight red T and jeans and he had his blond hair again and it was a little messy. He looked hot in a word. As to why he looked so hot while shooting a toy commercial, is a mystery to me. So I began watching the shooting of the commercial when who do I see show up at the warehouse, none other than Natalie and Karmen. To which I was furious because they said that they had come to see James do the commercial but they had neglected to call me and tell me to come. It was just a lucky chance that I had stumbled upon it. I am still carrying the slight anger of dream Natalie and Karmen not telling me. I believe that it is a reflection of when they went to see the Harry Potter actors and I couldn't go because I was in stupid Hawaii.
So, the commercial continued to be shot and we were watching along with a few other James fans and then they had a short break in the shooting. James came over to see us because Natalie was waving her hands like a crazy person and saying, "Hi James!" Which got him to come over and then he remembered us from the convention which we thought was really cool. and he offered to autograph some things for us. But I had not brought anything to sign because I didn't know I was going to be there, whereas Natalie had like five pictures for him to sign and he looked really good in all of them. I was kinda mad at her for having so many things and me having none. So, I went and grabbed a toy from the shoot for James to sign, but once he signed it, it crumbled. It was really sad, but luckily he had extra photos of himself which he signed for me. So I got his autograph in the end.
I don't really remember the rest of the dream, but to sum up, James Marsters is the man of my dreams, he is really hot, and I hold resentment towards Natalie for reasons unknown.

Another insert from Becky's novel in progress

She felt as well as saw the eyes of all the people in the ballroom shift to focus on her as she stepped out in royal elegance onto the precipice of the long, grand staircase. Putting on the face of authority with the hint of a warm smile, she faced the crowd of people. It seemed, for a moment, that time stopped, and every person was looking at her at the exact same moment she was looking at them. The magic of that night and the beauty of everyone in the crowd froze for just a second in her mind; every turning head stopped, no breath was taken, every swish of gown and rustle of people ceased and she was able to take it all in and create a snapshot in her mind. Lords, ladies, nobles, and high society had all gathered here tonight, in an array of colors that littered the room. Dresses of silken red, shinning yellow, orange, blue, white, and especially silver and gold bedecked the women of the ballroom along with glimmering jewels that hung around the necks of the few talented people. The necklaces and jewels being the prize of tonight’s events, they were worn with pride at this annual ball. Every person in that room looked magnificent in wonderful hues and she, in contrast, wore a long silk black gown that clung to her bosom and flared out just past the knee. She wore elbow high black gloves and her long black hair had been curled and pinned around her head with a raven’s feather placed into the curls as a representation of her house. Around her neck she wore large onyx jewels that dazzled in the candlelight of the chandelier. She stood for what seemed like an eternity looking out on the crowd, but what in reality was just a moment and as quickly as she felt time had stopped, it started up again and the swell of voices and clapping echoed throughout the hall, bouncing off the high domed ceiling. She was princess Anna’lia Celestia Durthien of Imendria and she stood in wonder at all the people who had gathered in her ballroom that night. She knew that as princess it was expected of her to be brave, political, and subjective, but all she felt at this moment as the crowd of beautifully dressed people below cheered for her, was the magic and wonder of the evening. She gave a quick smile of appreciation for the warm welcome and took one step down the staircase, her black skirts swishing around her ankles at the movement, as her mother walked out to top of the stairs.
Her mother, in an elegant and beautiful deep purple dress that poofed out into a large skirt and cut to hang off the shoulder, doused in embroidered beads and designs, and trimmed with downy dove feathers around the neckline as a symbol of her original house before she had married Anna’lia’s father.

Here is my rendition of my costume to be one of the Angel's Avengers. I think my thighs look smashing! 

Gambling is BAD!

This is a note to all that Gambling is bad. No good can come from it unless you are very lucky, which I, apparently, am not. You have to know when to walk away from the table and cut your losses. I don't understand this either aparently and I just keep on playing until the money is all gone. I am a stupid, stupid person and you should not be like me. Gambling is BAD! Hold that thought in your hearts forever.
On a side note, I had lots of fun in Wendover and thank you Anthon and Marie for taking me. Even though I lost, I felt really cool to be old enough to gamble and not once get carded. Yeah for me and my oldness.

Life Sucks Dontcha Know, Dontcha Know?

So, I've been thinking for the past three months, hey, my life sucks and I hate it with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. No, sorry, a thousand is not nearly enough, infact no amount of suns could compare to how I feel, the only good these suns would be is if I was somehow launched into one and it could burn up my hatred and sorrow along with everything else that is me. Most of you might not get this, then again I really have no idea considering my audience is mostly Becky's friends so I'm like in the dark there with that, but the point is that no one sees it. I walk around feeling like this every second of every single day, but I hide it, from the my family, friends, and as odd as it may sound even from myself. It's kinda like everyone is in the dark, and somehow they cannot see these thousand or more suns that I'm just wanting so badly to hurl myself into, I feel like these suns should be visible by all, I mean they're huge fiery balls of gas and there's lots of them, why can't people see them? I have come to realize that first of all, people not only do not understand, but have no idea how to react and are therefore either faking that they can't see, or just too afraid to do anything about it, second of all I might just be too good at pretending that I don't feel like screaming and breaking down on the floor crying every moment. I almost this lack of seeing idiotic because there is no possible way that I could feel fine, no matter how good I am at deceiving others. I'm just so sick of everything, I'm sick of pretending, I'm sick of feeling like this, I'm sick of waking up, of going to sleep, and it just feels like it will never end, like these feelings will never go away and i'm just so tired. This morning it just seemed like the hardest thing in the world to go on pretending, and it has been the same all day, I'm really beginning to freak people out, which is why I put on the act in the first place, so people wouldn't act how they are acting right now, afraid and not knowing what in the world to say. I just don't know what do to, and no one can help cuz they don't understand and they don't know what to say, so I end alone, alone in this endless battle with myself and my emotions. It just feels like it will never end, never go away, never stop hurting, and I'm getting to that point where I need to say something or I'm going to explode from holding it all in. That poem Becky wrote, yeah, I don't think anyone got it, so if you will go to the rainbow poem and highlight the last line which is in black so that you can't see, it's not the happy poem that everyone saw. I just want it to stop, can't anyone make it stop, can't anything make me happy, truly happy, for that one blissful moment so that this sadness can at last start to ebb even a little? I find the answer as a resounding no, so I trudge on alone, as before, and as it seems it shall always be, until I get launched into those pretty suns. Pretty, pretty suns.