The Tweet Tweet Awards 2010

Social networking is either a beautiful thing, or a God-awful one. I, for the most part, am in favor. Facebok is for friending and keeping up with people I don't see anymore and the people that I see alot, but can't live at home without stalking at least a leetle.Twitter is for celebrities, so I know when the hell to go get TI's new album Through Yourself and Back Again. (DK what I'm talking about, look a couple posts down.) And for funny random tweets, and further stalking Sam. Blogs are for expression, YouTube was for comedy, and Formspring. Formspring wasn't good for anything, but highly amusing.

PS: no linking. There would be a brain boggling amount of it, so no.

Today, I shall be presenting, KIMJA'S TWEET TWEET AWARDS!

Most Random: Austin Kleon, austinkleon Blackout poet. INVENTED the genre. Check him out. Just google him. Something will pop up.

Most Intelligent: Samantha Nyx, the lovely writer with perfect grammar. If you correct something here, Sam, BLAH TO YOU. By the way, she owns the URL, nerdysam.com. GO CHECK HER out!!! I love that girl.

Keeps In Touch: Bridget Kaitlin, breezybee97, she is an amzing singer and an apiring musician. Check her out on YoutTube, where her username is the same as Twitter, and on iTunes where it's just Bridget Kaitlin.

Best Group: Thriving Ivory. Did you even have to guess. Go look for them of Facebook, twitter, iTunes, FYE, whatever. <3 <3 <3

Smartest Username: Keshasuxx. It's a verified account, so those who love her will follow. Those who hate her won't even notice the verified and follow. She ACTUALLY did aomething smart. WOW!

Saddest: Those people who make Twitters for fictitous chracters. FAIL. Besides the one for Stewie Grfiin. FUNNY!

Why Do I Follow Them?: Justin Bieber. WHY???? To laugh at him? Probably.

Best Venue: Mohegan Sun. EPIC HOTEL.

Best Washed-Up B-List Celebrity: Devon Werkheiser, Devonwerkharder Remember Ned's Declassified? HIM. He's a musician now,and really good. On YouTube he's WerkingItOut.

Funniest: The Fabulous author of an all-time favorite, Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes: MaurrenJohnson. (BTW, the lack of a space is INTENDED.) Go type her name into the address bar with a ".com" The website's even better.

A close second will be rewarded to Michael Buckley, Buckhollywood, known on YouTube as WHATTHEBUCKSHOW, celebrity gossip. The only kind I can tolerate. And thumbs up for being open and able to joke about his sexuality.

The Grand Tweet: Shane Dawson, shanedawson. You guys HAD to see that coming. If you didn't, a good *facepalm* is in order. I know you know of him and his work. And if you don't... BANISH. If you do, I think you can agree that his humility is very admrable for someone who has met so much success. So, I really do appreciate the way he treats his fans, and it's not just a bas thing.

BTW, if you care. I'm Kimmanzilla. ;)

I'm sorry I've been doing stupid stuff, promotional stuff instead of my own thinking. I just have a mass book review and then we'll see some thinking. 'Cause then school will have begun. And I will have to think.

Eew. But for you guys, it's worth it.

Internet FUN!

So, after getting inspiration from someone on Facebook, I went on Urban Dictionary and looked up the names of some of my friends. (Mostly writing buddies!) I just had to share...

Kimberly
cute, beautiful, and intelligent. enjoys going off topic and will laugh at anything and anyone without a care. she has nice wavy hair that has nver been dyed because shes so real but then again she wears contacts but its ok vbecause she is kind of blind without them (HAHAAHA). has a nice round ass, if you've ever been at the beach with her...lucky lucky. she attracts everyone, male, female, dog, trashcan. i love kim!

Samantha
Usually a name for a person that is a walking Goddess. Gorgeous to the maximum, fun to talk to, easy to befriend with a sexy booty. Often pulls off the innocent act but she can definately get around.
Damn, that Samantha is too cute for words.
You know Samantha? Lucky asshole.

Nadine
The most beautiful, amazing and intellectually inclined girl in the world. Brings hope to others that want her, because that's what her name means in French. Is extremely hot, and good at anything she does
Nadine, oh my god.

Ricky
An extremely attractive individual who sets the standard for others by being completely and undeniably amazing in every way possible. Worshiped for having the finest ass in America, and getting the most wanted action from girls.
Basically Ricky is a complete beast.

Jon
John. (Gay version)
Jon. (Awesome Version)
Someone who is loyal to all of his friends. Who always has something funny to say. Someone who can always give you some great advise. You should be very proud to be with friends with a Jon.

Jarod
1. The act of trying to make sure that people know that you are right because you are usually right. 2. To be all encompassing, well rounded, well accomplished

Alex
A manly man. Alex is a name of Greek origin. Greatness and power will come upon this person. Warning,no warning he will give.
" Alex you're so freakin' awesome".

Ninja
Ninjas can divide by zero
- ninjas dont walk the ground moves for them
- when ninjas do pushups, they dont push themselves up, they push the world down
- when it rains ninjas dont wet wet, the rain gets ninja
- Ninjas do not sleep, they wait.
- Ninjas tears cure cancer, too bad they never cry
- Ninjas make onions cry
- Ninjas gave cats nine lives so they could kill them more.
- Bullets dodge ninjas
- Ninjas can predict the songs on there ipod shuffle
- Ninjas taught kool aid man how to break though walls
- In an average living room there are 1,242 objects ninjas could use to kill you, including the room itself.

Nerds
noun: The most dangerous people in the entire world. Nerds have invented machine guns, assault rifles, armor piercing ammunition, high explosives, napalm, tanks, anti-personnel mines, torpedoes, cannons, surface-to-air missiles, fighter aircraft, bombers, submarines, destroyers, battleships, aircraft carriers, chemical and biological weapons, nuclear bombs, and ICBMs
Every weapon of mass destruction ever concieved of or built was concieved of or built by nerds.
Guys with IQ higher than your weight.

Writers
Writers write, right? Right. Write.

Blogger
"Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives. Possibly the most annoying thing about bloggers is the sense of self-importance they get after even the most modest of publicity. Sometimes it takes as little as a referral on a more popular blogger's website to set the lesser blogger's ego into orbit. Then God forbid a blogger gets mentioned on CNN. If you thought it was impossible for a certain blogger to get more pious than he was, wait until you see the shit storm of self-righteous save-the-world bullshit after a network plug. Suddenly the boring, mild-mannered blogger you once knew will turn into Mother Theresa, and will single handedly take it upon himself to end world hunger with his stupid links to band websites and other smug blogger dipshits." - Maddox


My God, I love Urban Dictionary. I'm sorry I haven't done any real in-depth blogs in so long, but, hey, I'm bouncing back. I swear, I didn't do any blogger for nearly a month, and just recently I was going through some people's blogs and thinking, Why don't these people blog more? Then I realized what a hypocrite I am. I hope you guys are happy I'm back, and that you like the random blogging. After I finish reading everything I bought at Borders this summer, I'll do post on what is AHMAIZING and what should be burned at 451 Fahrenheit, if you catch my drift.

Enjoy the sneak peek? ;)

My Ongoing Obsession with THRIVING IVORY

This is OVERDUE. Extremely. My obsession began midway through seventh grade and I begin ninth in about three or so weeks...

I LOVE THRIVING IVORY.

Who are they, you say? *GASP* They are the most amazing band ever. I'd say that they're Alt-Rock-ish. I can't find the genre on their Myspace page. Whatever. I know I'm right. They're an acquired taste, by the way. If you know them, you know what I mean, SAM. You can kind of see the band's personality through the group photos they take.




Now it's up to you to read the picture. I, personally, like to do that. I spend endless hours stalking Flickrs or looking in magazines at the models with angry expressions. If you don't, then just look at the pic, I guess. You have Drew, then Paul, then Clayton, then you have Scott, and then some dude I don't know with swoopy hair.

But, the thing I adore about them is their lyrics. I mean, I love that the most. They take brainpower and deep thought to decipher. The words are just GORGEOUS.

When burning bridges won't come down/Like symphonies without a sound/I spend these nights counting stars/And wonder if there's hope for me out there--Runaway

This is to one last day in the shadows/And to know a brother's love/This is to New York City angels/And the rivers of our blood/This is to all of us--Angels on the Moon

hey lady said i dont want to fight/like pretty girls need cowboys/i need you here tonight--Hey Lady

Like weeping violins, you tremble and you shake--For Heaven's Sake

*Lyrics from SongMeanings.net

I would go on, but then the whol post would be a bunch of lyric pieces.

I also love their piano bits in the beginning of songs like, Love Alone and Unhappy. Are they called loops? I think so. I don't know anything about the piano, despite the whole piano theme in CRAVED. (Which, by the way, if you didn't know, is my current WIP novel...Look in my archives for a couple teasers.) But, I love it.

They're a Vh1 You Oughtta Know artist...or band...or whatever.

I'm ever so sorry that I am not as daintily articulate as Scott (who is the main songwriter) is. Perhaps I simply was not meant to be devastatingly lyrical. Oh well.

But, you know, check them out on Myspace, on YouTube, (they're amazing enough to have a VEVO, BTW) Facebook or Twitter. Go buy a song on iTunes. Their new album Through Yourself & Back Again comes out next month, on the fourteenth. Their debut album is just called Thriving Ivory. But the cover is SO pretty. :)

Now, why are you still on this page? Go to various other pages I have mentioned. NOOOW!!!

THE BIGGEST DEAL SINCE J-MAC!

*This is not Fangirl-ness. In Fangirl-land, there is Jensen Ackles, Michael Bublé, and (DUN DUN DUN) Shane Dawson. <3

What's the most controversial issue in America right now?

Is it the oil spill? Abortion, Michelle Obama's arms?

NO!

It's a little boy from Canada.

Now, I've been looking to do this blog post for a while. Armed with about ten minutes worth of research, a Twitter following, bothering to actually listen to at least part of his two albums, and the constant mocking from just about everyone on Earth, I am READY.

It's J-J-J-JB, yeah! Sorry. I did all of my research right now... But, Justin Bieber.

Now, the usual hate:

-His hair.
-He wears makeup.
-His high voice.
-His use of the word "Shawty," which is actually not a word.
-His hoodies.
-He's ugly.

*This is a limited list, as I do not feel like going to hell and back today. Maybe if I was in a worse mood.

Now, I will defend him. This not something anyone, even if they went to law school, and have extreme stubborness should attempt. I am only able to do this because I have watch My Cousin Vinny so many times and VINNY'S EPIC!

Now, I'm not a fangirl. AT ALL. But I really think that they way so many people treat him is just mean. If you know me, despite my hypocrisy, I really don't like cruelty. I believe that a society as advanced as our own should just be able to wish others well, and move on.

To share some reseach... His mom was a pregnant teen, he almost didn't end up with his career because of his mom and something to do with Chritianity. Irony?! Justin Timberlake (the ORIGINAL Justin!) and Usher fought over him, and he's actually a human male.

Now, hmm, I think his hair is so CUTE. C'mon, the flip? I LOVE THAT. Actually, back in school I have a friend with that hair. I used to make him do the flip all the time.

The makeup? Well, all celebrities wear makeup, but the clearly visible deep pink lip gloss in one of his videos? Undefendable. But, still, only a minor misdemeanor.

The high voice? No one can help their voice. You hate him because of his voice? Listen to Michael Jackson.

Yeah, that shut you up.

The "shawty" is also undefendable, as he is a little white boy. Same for the hoodies. But, did you know, I love the cardigan style on almost ALL guys? I do.

Is he ugly? Well, he's better-looking than just about every guy in my grade.

So, there you go. Now...




Now, do your thing. Kiss it, give it the finger, shrug your shoulders, or curse him out. I really don't care. But let me know in a comment please?

Hollinsummer and The Breakfast Club! :)

Hollins University.

I went to their summer program for girls, Hollinsummer. There are no pictures. I know, I promised them and I'm sorry. But when I got there my camera would not turn on due to a constant lens error. Pay $200.00 for a decent camera and it flatlines in less than a year. F#@K YOU!

But, I digress. There are no writing tips. I learned almost nothing, besides the fact that I had the coolest girls ever in my class. And it was really awkward because I was the only freshman among, well, every other high school grade. Now, I won't say it was a bad class. I just don't think it was right for me.

Now, psych was another story. My teacher was Dr. George Ledger and he was epic. Like, Mr. Power/Mr. Woolsey epic, for those who know what I'm talking about.Really, I kid you not.

The discussions every day were so thoughtful, and you wouldn't believe the things beyond a person's eyeliner. The girl with the pretty smile may be a sleepwalker and maybe the girl over there is a closeted lesbian back home, and that one has a boyfriend who doesn't treat her the way he should. And you'd never know.

So, babe, I got my money's worth, along with a $1,000.00 scholarship to use, should I go to Hollins University. I know that's, like, nothing, but it basically pays back the cost of the camp, which is about $1,300.00.

Now, that's not all there is, in terms of classes. There's pottery, painting, cooking, movie-making, photography, modern dance, forensic chemistry (CSI, anyone?), and what I call the WTF classes. Examples? Leadership, So You Want to be President. Need I say more?

And, for my friends who hate gym as much as I do, you DO have to take a spot. But, hey, it was only an hour and fifteen minutes. I took soccer, which I shouldn't have done, I admit. But I LOVED the coaches. You see, my mother and father were so amused by the idea of me playing a sport that they wanted to film it. So they could mock me. We told one of the coaches that and he said he'd film it. Jerk. And It was even harder to detest him because he gave us Popsicles. GRR...

They also have, um..., volleyball, golf, rock climbing, swimming, tennis, maybe basketball...I don;t remember. Sports mean nothing to me.

Next important? Food, then rooms, then traveling shit. Then I'll wrap it up.

Food! We ate breakfast from 8-9, then lunch was 12-1, then dinner was 5-6. It was essentially a cafeteria. (I mean, we WERE at school.) We had a bunch of options and they ALWAYS had dessert. Bottom line: the food was pretty bearable.

Rooms. You had a room, in a hall with other girls. You shared your room with one other girl and the bathroom with the rest of the hall. Six, seven toilets, three showers. You had a counselor for your hall who showed you everything. She was you go-to girl. I loved mine. She was so sweet. :) You had to be in your room by eleven. You had to be "quiet" 'til seven.

Oh! I forgot! You had homework...but it was never bad.

And I only encountered one mean girl. Like, hideously mean. :P BITCH! PS: Claire is a fat girl's name! But everyone else, was really cool, really smart, beautiful, unique, original, and had great style.

Now, travel. I live in New York, about an hour north of the city. The camp is in Roanoke County, Virginia, about an eight-hour drive from home. We stayed overnight in Maryland in the scariest motel ever. The people, my God, they were the most stereotypical people I have ever seen. Cree-pyyy.

So, in a nutshell, I'd go again. But take different classes. I'd probably take the cooking class, or an art class. And rock climbing. And, if I managed to convince you, and you are one of my girlies, I'll go wit' chu. PARTAY LIKE A RAWKSTAH!

Oh my. It looks like I just spelled it in, like, Farsi.

And to my Hollins girls, I love you. And DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME....! ;)

SHOUT-OUT TO:
Morga, Kiki, Zaida, Sarah, Amanda, Erin, Tapley, Elizabeth, Celeste, Haley, Sam, Nicole, Captain Awesome, Maria, Charlotte, and if I forgot you, comment below and yell at me!

Some More Story!! (Feel free to leave comments of critique, or positivity!)

Mallory knew she was damaged. She could accept it, too.

The endless hours of piano practice, and the early mornings where she swam laps until she was so tired she nearly drowned. She cringed at the thought of cramping fingers. She played even more now, though, the fingers accepting their fate.

From her chair with the attached desk, she looked. She looked at that glorious man, his eyes snapping with good energy, a smile hinting at the edge of his deliciously sexy lips. She knew he wasnt unhappy. She didn't want him to be either. No one deserved the parents that screamed when she asked to go a school dance. The ones that homeschooled her so she would become the best pianist of all time. Or the most socially awkward, manly-bodied girl this college had ever seen.

This would never have been her first choice. She knew another college would give her a musical scholarship too. But her she was, forty minutes from home, surprise visits so easy. All-girls to prevent distractions. Mallory looked at Professor Ridger. So much for no distractions.... She smiled dreamily.

Another girl, Christa, spoke. "Professor, it's past noon."

Mallory looked at the other girls. Some looked bored, tired, anxious, and hungry. It was time to eat. He quickly dismissed the class with an apologetic smile. She stood up, about to leave with the other girls, when a tiny, dirty-blonde woman ran in.

"Hey Lars--you forgot something," she smiled as she spoke. She held out a brown paper bag with "Ridger" written on it in swirly cursive.

"Thanks, babe," he gave her a light kiss on the lips. She seemed to glow with the simple show of affection.

"You had better," she said putting a hand on her stomach, which bulged slightly out of her dress, the plum-colored cotton fluttering in the air conditioning. Mallory's breath caught under her tongue. She slung her bag over one shoulder and walked out of the room as quickly as she could without her chunky white sneaker squeaking on the hardwood floors. She flew down the stairs, and out the door. She slid into the grass, her back against the rusty red brick of the hall.

She knew he loved another. The pictures on the desk. A woman in dazzling white, next to him. The only word that would come to her mind was horribly old-fashioned: dashing. She knew he couldn't love her. Not publicly, not now. He was still her teacher, though there wasnt much he could teach her; her piano skills were superior to his, she knew. Something she could blame on the obsessive parents, too selfish to see her.

The people who saw only a beautiful girl sitting at a piano in a sold-out arena. A beautiful rhapsody, or perhaps a symphony. Her broad swimmer's body was not beautiful or delicate. The failure choked her up; wouldn't ever be what her parents desired of her. She grabbed at her dry, short black hair. It was so ugly.

But, at that moment, it was not why she felt distraught. That woman, she was petite, with dark blonde hair that curled just past her shoulders. Beautiful. Everything she wasn't.

That bothered Mallory the way a rainstorm would bother a spider building a web. Almost terminally.