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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

The Early Morning Sun

Where is it? People are always talking about how beautiful the early morning sun is, it's currently 6:22 AM, and I see no sun. Why am I up so early you might ask? It's not after Labor Day yet, she can't possibly be starting school, not if she lives in New England.

New Hampshire is stupid. I am in fact starting school on August 29, today.

Although, there are many redeaming qualities to New Hampshire. Our state motto, Live Free or Die!, is a bit threatening, but we're really nothing to fear. We're mostly just Southern Maine, with some more granite. Of course Vermont technically has more granite then us, but don't tell anyone!! It's the only thing we have to our name!

So today I start school, or rather in 15 min. I start school. We have three days of good, wholesome education, and then it's intterupted for a four day Labor Day weekend. Go figure. It was even worse last year when we had one day and then the four day weekend. Most schools in New England (except maybe Rhode Island, I don't really know much about you down there, you're too small to find anything about) wouldn't dare start before Labor Day. However, New Hampshire is extremely good at "breaking the mold" from what other states like to do up here. Our vacations are different, we often won't get Columbus Day or Martin Luther King Jr. Day off. Half the time we're stuck going back to school January 2, the day after a huge party (that's the Holiday Break of course)

God New Hampshire is wierd.

It's officially 6:30 now, meaning I have to go get my stuff together so I can leave by 6:40. My cousin Miriam in Maine...sleeping right now. Her state is sane. She doesn't start until next Tuesday. Viva la Maine.

I hate New Hampshire.

I really do.

Goodbye, Good Morning actually.


Friday, August 25, 2006

The Death of Sailor Pluto

The world weeps today (or rather yesterday) for the loss of the beloved planet Pluto. In the cold heartless world of astrology, Pluto no longer rates with the other large heavenly bodies of our fair Solar System. Having been demoted to the statis of "dwarf planet" we wonder, why?

Now when I say "we" what I mean is of course, Sailor Moon fans. Any person, be it fan, fanatic, hater, or neutral, anyone who has seen at least season two of the famous anime (Sailor Moon R) will know that Sailor Pluto, guardian of Time, has a crutial part in the outcome of Usagi's story.
As any die-hard fan will know, a Sailor senshi hosts the star seed of their guardian planet. Example: Sailor Mercury holds the star seed of Mercury, Sailor Saturn holds the star seed of Saturn, and until now Sailor Pluto held the star seed of Pluto. Here is were the trouble starts, now that Pluto is no longer a planet, there can be no Sailor Pluto.

Now this causes a lot of problems. First off, manga-wise, who is going to stop time so someone can grab the two Silver Crystals from Prince Dimond? The world have ended had she not done that. Also, in both versions manga and anime, Sailor Pluto is the holder of a talisman, one of the three objects needed to form the Holy Grail. Without the third talisman, the Holy Grail can't be formed, Sailor Moon can't become Super Sailor Moon, or the messiah and hence the world is not saved from the destruction of Mistress 9, the messiah of silence. And that just sucks.

And in the stars series, who is going to go and get Hotaru from her father so she can become Sailor Saturn? Of course, since Sailor Pluto wasn't there to give help create the Holy Grail, Misstress 9 would have already taken over Hotaru and there would be no hope of Sailor Saturn ever coming again. And way back in the R series, who would have given Chibi-usa the key to time? Of course, in the manga she stole it from Pluto, but who would she have to steal it from? Now Chibi-usa can't come from the future to the past to get Sailor Moon to come to the future to save her mom, who is Sailor Moon but in the future. Now the future is doomed!

And then there's the big question, who is going to guard the door to time? Time and Space are going be invaded and killed, and screwed up and it's all the intertional astronomer's fault! How can they do this? How can they take Pluto from us?

Farewell Sailor Pluto, we shall miss you dearly.


Tuesday, August 22, 2006

The Ghosts of Prince Edward Island

Welcome to Prince Edward Island, the beautiful home of many potato farms, Anne of Green Gables, and of course a ghost named Max.

But let me make this perfectly clear, Max doesn't actually live on Prince Edward Island. In fact, Max lives somewhere in limbo when he's not busy haunting my 14-year-old cousin in Massachusetts. However, I did hear a great deal about "Max" while I was vacationing in PEI last week, so it's almost like he/she was there.

Vacationing with my cousin George is always interesting. Occasionally annoying, but definetly interesting. Someday, he'll make a great paranormal investigator. We'll being seeing him on Sci-Fi someday with his own show about ghosts and where to find them, how to help them, and how to speak to them. He'd never have to write a script for it, since it's all he talks about anyway. It would be an understatment of the the worst kind to say that he is interested in Ghosts and the paranormal. My cousin is completely obsessed. An obsession rivaled only by my obsession with Doctor Who.

The fun thing about him though, is trying to decifer exactly what it is he's talking about. He's a bit like that Road Runner character on Loonatics Unleashed (bizarre cartoon my sister aparently likes) he likes to talk quite a bit, and extremely fast. He talks so fast that almost everyone that hears has no hope of understanding what he's saying and just stands there and nods when it seems apropriate. I am a fast talker by nature, there are times my friends have hit me to get me to slow down, so If I actually listen and pay attention I can usually understand most if not all of what George says. Though I have found that since he is usually talking about the same things, I can just zone him out.

My first full day in Prince Edward Island, I went to a county fair. The day was cold and overcast, and towards the end it rained buckets but I did enjoy almost every minute of it. The vacation group consisted of myself, my cousin (and probably best friend) Miriam, my parents, my sister, my cousin Lydia, my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Mark, and of course my cousin George. Though our family is very close, we very rarely did something in which we were all together. We typically split up into two or three groups.

As is tradition, when arriving at the county fair, the first thing we did was split up. Miriam and I were together, on vacations typically if you find me you find Miriam and vice versa. George, being the third oldest cousin was put into the "Nelly/Miriam" group and given $20. As we walked head on into the games and rides part of the fair, it was early afternoon, there was no rain, we had plenty of money and life was good. Our first endevour was a fun house, the likes of which I hadn't actually been in since I was nineish. I wanted to ride the Tilt a Whirl after that, Miriam refused due to motion sickness, so I went on with George instead. I had a good time with him on it (though our car didn't really spin all that much). I managed to conquer my somewhat irrational fear of Ferris Wheels, and it turned out to be one of the most amazing experiences of the vacation. You could see the entire island from up there. If you ever get the oportunity to see a birds eye view of Prince Edward Island, do it.

The bumper cars were fun, Miriam and George and I killed eachother effectively (not literally of course, I would have to be a ghost to be writing this) My personal favortie ride, the Scrambler, was made even better by making stupid faces at George everytime his car went past mine. It was after this that the trouble started.

It all started when George said "I'm out of money", how and where he managed to spend $20 so quickly, I may never know. What this meant was though, we had to go find his mom (my Aunt Cathy) so he could ask for more money. It took us about a half an hour to find her, even with a walky-talky. George, who again talks extremely fast, was trying very hard to communicate exactly what it is he wanted to know (where are you?) to his mom on the other end. I eventually had to grab the thing away from him and ask her myself. Over the course of the day, I became quite used to doing that untill I just took it permanently. We did manage to find her and get George more money and after stopping George from letting lose the sheep and chickens downstairs ("they don't want to be locked up!") we made our way back to the rides and games.

You know how in cartoons, when it rains, the umbrella always gets blown inside out? I never thought umbrellas actually did that. I proven wrong however when my cheap, red umbrella was blown inside out by the extreme, pouring wind and rain that had apeared while we were inside looking at animals. It was gold and wet and windy, so naturally George was hell-bent on going back to games. I did manage to win a cute Sylvester the cat stuffie! It was fun at first, untill George ran out of money again...right in front of the "win a playboy bunny" stand.

He pretty much threw a fit, the likes of which I haven't seen since the trip up with my seven-year-old sister. It was actually rather amusining, watching George and me and the playboy bunny guy. We all seemed to have different goals. George's was to get money from an unspecified source (me or Miriam) and play the game to win a "bunny". Miriam's was to calm George down and let him know exactly what he would win (a playboy bunny). The playboy bunny guy's was to get George even more bent on playing the game, and aparently to hit on me. That's right, in Canada I was hit on by a playboy bunny guy. He didn't hit on Miriam, just me. He started off by calling me an either "full grown woman" or "full bodied woman" dependent on who you asked, and then just generally flirted and hit on me. Naturally, this made my goal to kick the playboy bunny guy in the balls and get George out of here and to the gate we were suppose to meet the rest of the family at. I acheived one of these goal eventually, buy dragging George by the shirt in the pouring rain, kicking and screaming, to the gate. We had an argument over which spot was actually the gate ("NO GEORGE!!! SEE HOW THERE IS NO GATE HERE!!!!! THIS IS THE SIDE OF THE FUNHOUSE!!!) and I ended up literally dragging him by his shirt in the pouring rain to the other gate, people were staring, but I was cold and wet and miserable and didn't care.

This is basically what traveling with George is like. He talks rapidly about ghosts and tries to prove he's ALWAYS right. It's really fun getting him talking with my mother, an extreme ghost sceptic. Their debates can last hours, days, or even years. So after all the ghost stuff I've been through this week, you might wonder what my opinion is on the matter. I am the daughter of the worlds most concrete sceptic Unitarian, my mother. However, I am also the cousin of the worlds most obsessed, believing, paranormalist, George. Spending a week with both of them has left me...confused.

I find it interesting, how someone can beleive something so completely one way, and how another person can beleive the exact opposite. Each person truely beleives they are right. I find it hard to side with one person because how can I just ignore someone else's beleifs? When two people try to get me to side with them, and feel so passionate about what they're telling me, how can I just pick one and cast aside that other passion. I don't quite know who to beleive. I have the same problem with religion, my beleifs are all very abstract.

Anyway, putting all the philisophical stuff aside, the trip was awsome! Prince Edward Island is absolutely beautiful, and all the dirt there is red!! It looks like that other brick road in the Wizard of Oz movie that intertwines with the yellow-brick-road. I finally know where it goes! It's also famous for being the place that "Anne of Green Gables" takes place in. Pretty much, anything you want you can find on PEI and you can find it with Anne of Green Gables plastered on it. Which is great if you're an avid fan of the books, like me. I even got to meet Anne at "Avonlea Village". I didn't actually say anything to her, but my sister got her picture taken with her. Plus I got to see Anne cream Gilbert with a slate, which made me happy. And there was the beach, an incredible swimming/rock climbing experience. The rocks were red too! It was awsome, it really was.

Oh, and if you should ever come across a ghost named Max, and they're looking for a person named George, don't scream. Calmly tell Max that George lives in Massachusetts, remember? After that, Max will probably leave, George claims that most ghosts only stick around long enough to give you a message they need delivered, and half the time don't know who they are.

Au revoir!


Thursday, August 10, 2006

Three Moons Over Millford: A Review

So the other day (I don't quite remember which day, it's summer you know?) I had the pleasure of catching what may or may not have been the premiere of Three Moons Over Millford. I say that because I've been gone for two weeks so they could have premiered it earlier, I wouldn't know.

My God, I hope the moon stays in tact. I always imagined the end of the world would be a bit more...frantic. The characters on the show choose to simply go about their daily lives and live life to the fullest as opposed to panicing, a good philosophy if you ask me. The term "the sky is falling" is given new meaning on this show, as the characters calmy await their impending doom.
The main premise of the show is that the moon has been hit by an asteriod (sp?) and has now split apart into three main peices with slightly smaller peices falling to Earth at random moments. The smaller falling peices, dubbed "moon chunks", have been incorperated into society. Of course, at some point in the near future for the characters, the moon is going to completely break apart, falling to Earth and destroying us all. Different people take the news differently, and the show focuses on how different people in the small town of Millford react.

On one hand, we have the seemingly mild mannared Davis family, teenagers Alex and Lydia living with their mother Laura. The family are newcomers to Millford, having moved their for buisness purposes involving their father. The father, ends up completely ditching the family so he can go climb mountains before the world ends. For some reason, this means that by the end of the first episode, the Davis family has gone from riches to rags in an hour. While Laura tries to deal with her husband's departure and the family's impending impoverishment, the teenagers get into their own amount of trouble. Alex, ends up accidentally getting romantically involved with 30-year-old Claire Ling. She thinks he's on a break from colledge, Alex having done the typical TV teenager thing and lied about his age. Lydia, in what is probably one of the most unique and amusing plots to the show, ends up burning down her school which practicing witchcraft. In her defence, she was trying to get the moon back to together. It was on Wicca.com.

Then there's this Mack guy. It's so completely obvious that he and Laura are going to have something going on in the future. Even though, some girl he used to know has just made contact with him again, it's going to end up that he and Laura pursue some kind of a relationship. No doubt, he will eventually have to decide between the two women, in a plot that reminds me incredibly of Gilmore Girls. Mack's plot isn't all bad though. The sub-plot with his mother buying him a trip around the world because she's distraught that he's never been anywhere and the world's about to end, is funny. The fact that he doesn't want to except the trip, and would rather spend the end of his days in the same town he's never left is an amusing twist as well. It's like the anti-George Baily.

All and all, the show is really good. It's a creative way of viewing the end of the world. The show focuses more on character development then plot, though that might change as more episodes air. The acting is also quite good. Much better then the recently reviewed Kyle XY. None of the actors seem like they're pushing their character, which is nice. It's a very funny, quirky, apocolyptic show.

10/10 - I hope it turns out ok for Millford.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Revenge of Nelly

I'm back!! Actually, I've been back for several days now, I've just been too lazy to post. I got back at around five on Saturday only to discover that most of my house had been ripped apart or moved in my absence. That's right, in the two weeks I was gone my parents decided that this would be an excellent opportunity to move the family to the living room and literally rip apart the family room. So now, the formerlly clean, nice, quiet living room (which we never really used) is covered in my seven year old sister's toys and a TV set. And the family room is a dusty, carpetless mess with no electricity.

Though for what it's worth, the floor underneath the family room's disgusting carpet is quite nice. It's a bright wooden floor, like the kind in my room (which I've always liked). So really, the dustyness aside, it's actually a vast improvment on the original.

My house being almost entirley different is just one of a few major changes in the world since I've been gone. Going away for two weeks and then coming back is somewhat of a shock, it's like I'm re-aquainting myself with the world. Here's a list of the all important things I've noticed have changed since I've been gone.

1.) ABC Family changed their layout and their slogan! The font they use is all different and what is with that whole "a different kind of family" thing? I mean, it's true they show many things on that channel I wouldn't dare show on a "family" network (there's a certain episode of Kyle XY that proves that, fans should know what I'm talking about) but please, they're not that different, it's still a Disney owned company.

2.) I have completely lost track of Kyle XY. From what I've heard, there's been a billion revelations about his past and a million new characters, and I don't know about any of them. My parents were suppose to record the two episodes I missed for me, but it apears that I am the only one who knows how to use the DVD recorder as the DVD they sent me was blank.

3.) The BBC has announced when they are going to air Torchwood more or less. Not that this makes a bit of difference to me since I live in the US and not England, but I can still catch it on YouTube probably. I have my ways...or rather my friend Casey has her ways...

4.) YouTube's layout is somewhat different too, it's harder to search for specific things I've found. Of course, that could just me being wierd.

I think that might actually be it. It all seemed fairly big when I first got back, but writing them down here makes it all look fairly trivial. Maybe I should spice my list up a bit...

5.) While I was gone, researcher's from a sercret intelignece taskforce discovered my friend Valerie's long lost brother Perry. He had been living on the second floor of thier garage and had been planning to murder her father by hijacking the Hood Blimp. Thankfully though, the taskforce managed to capture him at the Hood factory in Maine and finally expose the truth to Valerie's family. Unfortunetly, as soon as the truth was exposed, he escaped again. His current whereabouts are unknown. However, the Hood Blimp is safe. This is all that matters.

True story. Really. Maybe. Sort of.

I'll let you figure that one out. Anyway, the point is that I'm back, safe and sound from UNH's Summer Youth Music School. I managed to survive two weeks without once being thrown into the white hot pit of flaming asparagus or anything. All and all, it was extremely fun. This was my first time being at SYMS for two weeks, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I'm definitly going back next year.

I suppose I should go now, since I should technically be finishing this story I'm writing about a girl who ends up at a music school. I wonder where I got that idea...I won't go there.

So long!


P.S - Do you hear the people sing? (only a few people will get this)

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


You may have noticed I haven't posted in a while, and beleive me there's a very simple reason for that. Since last Monday I've been at UNH (University of New Hampshire) at the Summer Youth Music School (cleverly abreviated as SYMS, pronounced like "Sims") It's kind of like going to summer school, but with less actuall school work. You get to live in the dorms for two weeks and use the AWSOME dining hall. It's actually pretty cool.

Oh, and for the record I'm still there. Like, I'm typing this on some computer in an internet cafe. Just thought you'd like to know that...whoever you are.

Anyway, I'm rooming with my friend Emily which is fun. My first summer at SYMS I roomed with a complete stranger who ended up ditching me everyday to go hang out with her own friends. I kind of wonder why she didn't just room with her friend, since her friend ditched her roommate to hang out with mine. Go figure. The next year (last year) I roomed with my friend Valerie who opted not to return as it was discovered she HATED the intrument she was majoring in. That was MUCH better then the first year, a lot nicer to have someone to talk to on my way to breakfast in the morning. Aparently, Valerie liked being at SYMS a lot better then actually playing her instrument here. I can kind of understand thing though, as her instrument is a giant drum. Try lugging a giant drum to five classes all scattered around the UNH campus. Not fun.

And now there's Emily. Emily and I have a very interesting friendship. Don't get me wrong, we're really good friends, it's very fun to hang out with her, but we have a tendency to argue over EVERYTHING. Sometimes the arguments are amusing, and sometimes they end in near tears. We usually manage to stick things out though. The point is though, there was some initial concern with the two of us sharing a room for two strait weeks in the heat (it's 102 degrees here today) I can safely say however, that we have managed to survive with all of our limbs in tact. (Although I cut myself on her mirror yesterday morning, I was gushing blood and we had to call the RA. It was totally my fault though, since I'm the one that broke it) No incredibly huge fight has happened, other then usual frequent annoyed banter. We only have three out of five classes together, so it's not like we're in eachother's faces all the time. Life's been good here.

Of course through all my years at SYMS (except my first, which I don't consider quite cannon) there's been Krisjar. I met Krisjar during concert chior last year, when we were forced to sit next to eachother in the Soprano section. Neither of us can quite remember the exact moment we became friends, but it happened at some point last July. She's a bit like me, a bit hyper, somewhat eccentric, and majors in voice every year. She was a great friend to me last year, especially since Valerie wasn't in virtually any of my classes. However, I had my own group of friends and she had hers, so we really didn't get all that close outside of choir and theory.

This year, I walked into the dining hall for the first time with Emily and she greeted me with a "HI NELLY!!!! Do you remember who I am?" To be perfectly honest, I didn't remember who she was at first. I knew she had been that girl I was friends with during choir, but I couldn't remember anything else, like her name for instance. I went to introduce her to Emily by saying something like "Emily this is...?" Thankfully she finished it for me. This year we've gotten a lot closer, she's been almost like a second roommate to me. Krisjar's never had that much luck with roommates, last year she layed eyes on her roommate once, and after the first day came back to find that she had misteriously dissapeared. This year, her roommate is a short, skinny girl with strait brown hair and a sort of "preppy" look to her. Kristjar has dubbed her "scarey" and tries to spend as little time as possible with her. Quite honsetly I think Krisjar's roommate is very nice, she even likes Starwars.

With the help of Kristjar, Emily and I managed to form a rather large gang of friends within the first hour of our being there. The three of us sat down at a table in the dining hall, and within seconds Kayla, a girl Kristjar had met earlier, came over and sat down too. Emily went to go look for napkins and came back with someone named Rachel who she had met in the New Hampshire State Youth Chorus. I went up to get more coke from the soda machine, and found Ann from the school band at school. That was the main group from then on, though a few other people have joined. We met a tall girl with brown hair who refused to tell us what her name was. I of course immediatly assumed that she didn't have a name and was in fact just a figment of our imaginations. Nonetheless, we threatened her at one point to tell us what her name was or we'd call her "Dr. Spock" for the next two weeks. She didn't comply, and Emily dubbed her "SPOCKA!!!" But it's not just "Spocka" you have to say it as if you were about to attack someone, this proved a bit too difficult for me so I've just been callin her "Figment" Even now, when we know what her name is (Shauni) we still call her that.

Another somewhat interesting addition to our happy circle of friends, was a guy named Tom. We had a murder mystery party last Sunday, out in front of the dorms, and a bunch of us were killing time before it started by playing "Go Fish" in front of the dining hall. We were all dressed like our murder mystery characters, and Krisjar's happened to be a Goth limo driver. When it was my turn I turned to her and said, "So, my gothy friend..." and just as I said it this guy walked past and turned his head. He's been hanging out with us ever since, he even took the extra character we needed for the party. In getting to know him, it became quite apparent that he and Kristjar were hitting it off. They were SO much alike it was scary. At one point they would burst out in the same commment at the same time. It was almost as if they were the same person...

Me being me of course, immediatly began coming up with theories as to why they were so incredible alike. My original thought was that he was secretly her brother or something, but that was shoved out the window for something more realistic, like that he is Kristjar but from another dimension. The possiblity that he was Kristjar from a Bizzaro planet also came up, leading us to start calling him "Bizzaro Krisjar" or just simply "Bizzaro". What kind of relationship the two of them have, is currently unknown but I would like to take the opportunity to state that she does have a boyfriend.

So other then the people, and out of class "goings ons" this year is pretty much the same as last year, only longer. My classes are fun, but long. I still have to get up at six EVERY morning to get to breakfast and convocation at eight. The only major difference is that unlike last year, no one got their hand crunched in an elevator and made her roommate suffer and emotional shock, forcing her to go home. Nothing like that this year. Though my roommate gave us all the plauge (or an awful cold that felt like it was the plauge) forcing us to miss classes on Friday. But it could be worse. This year I have a DVD player, a giant fan, and a mini fridge in my dorm room so life is pretty much good right now.

Oh, and before I sign off, I would just like to take this oppurtunity to say that the dining hall here is AMAZING!! Everykind of food you could want and more! I love it! If you ever get the chance to eat at the Holloway Commons Dining Hall, do it. It's incredible.

I'll return on Saturday, and shortly afterwards will post a more in depth report of my stay here.

See you Sunday!

*Nelly* (Coming to you from the UNH internet cafe)