Hello again. It's been a while.

Well, FAWM failed miserably. Just like all of ny previous NaNo attempts. Yeah, I started a new school and such. But that's no excuse! Hence. I am SUPER behind on my blogging. I plan to blog more. That's the thing about actually having friends now. A social life. And no time to do this stuff. But. I love this. So here goes. Lately, I've been writing material for my debut album '.Just.Imagine.This.World.Without.Colour.' Now that I'm actually getting back into the swing of writing lyrics again, it's progressing quite nicely. It's still probably not going to be out for a few years, though. But I may work on a single. Let's wait and see. Talk at you later, Blade.

FAWM APPROACHETH!

February Albun Writing Month approaches and I'm thinking of doing electronica plus...specifically electronics plus ukelele, acoustic and electric guitars, and an electric piano.
Wish me luck :3

Blade.

Miss me?

The parents took us away for a weekend of fishing and no technology...
But I'll catch up, promise.

Anyway. I was fishing last night, whilst making notes on my legs.
The first one started off rather sane:
"The fish aren't biting and the wind is getting cold
I can hardly see what I'm writing.
Stupid squid."

and ended up being...
"I'm a simple fisherman living on the wharf
But sometines my job is the hardest
The fish aren't biting and it's starting to snow.
Oh shit."

Which was rather not sane because I live in a continent that never snows.

Anyway. That's all for now.

Blade.

Going Away!

So, the parentals are taking us on holiday! We leave tomorrow, and don't come back until Saturday! D:
But I'll have my phone which has internet access and if we go anywhere that has internet access I'll have my iPod (by internet I meant wireless...)
But I'll try do this thing.
I think for now I've given up on drawing something every day. I'm not the most fantastical artist, and my drawings...suck.

Also, Imma miss every Doctor Who episode this week.
Which is okay.
I mean, they're all reruns. I'll watch them later.

Blade.

Late night phone calls.

Someone called me 5 times last night.
After not answering and me hanging up on them after rambling for a while, on their 6th call, they tried to convibce me I'd called them.

If it was anyone I know...-.-

It was a male voice. My overtired brain got scared, thinking I had a stalker.
But it was probably some random being annoying when I was trying to sleep.

Worst part is, it was from a private number. So I can't call them back when I'm awake and actually coherent.

Blade.

Catch Up: Part Two

Nighttime now...
New videos up on YouTube : SilvaWolfMoon, check it.
Also...I should update my twitter more often. I tend to just refresh...
I don't know what to talk about...

Well, this is awkward. If I think of something later I'll do another blog...

Blade.

Catch up.

Yes, I am a slacker.
I'll do another one tonight, promise.
Why would I lie to you?

I wrote about 300 words in a facebook comment today, talkibg to my friend about how surely she'll be able to update her website this year while at boarding school. I mean, most rich (ish) schools have wireless and such, and surely if they have wireless, it's not just for the teachers.
We'll be going to different school, so I guess I'm basing my hypothesis on the fact that my school that I will be starting has wireless, and next to no blockage.
Half hoping I'll be able to access blogger. But if not, phone access will be allowed at recess and lunchtimes.
Oh, I'm going to love my new school.

My old school was - let's face it - a prison. Spiked fences taller than most people surrounded the perimiter, and no one trusted you at all. New school = they trust you 100% until you give them a reason to do otherwise.

Anyway, for more, check out my twitter, @silvawolfmoon
Blade.

This shore has rhythm
A fractal beat on surf and sand
A wave, a wave
The ding ding
The hum
The hiss and smoke from Manhattan's mouth is loud but young
It will pass
Shore is forever
A wave, a wave

A wave in wet paint on metal
Wet orange reflections
Captured light forever
Wet paint is like brick in this city
The sky is made of air
The doors are made of wood
And the heads are made of paint

East river water is made of paint
It's wet and every night the light
From it's twin in concrete waves
Waves, shows it colour and contour and form
And lets it play, a thick sodium slug
That sticks to the sides

This land has deep vibrations
Anger and strong footsteps, rumblings
And penetration and this
Shore-to-shore shake that keeps it
Up. Wet, dry, hot, cold, down,
It's a furious nightlight

Ding, awash in a river
Going east to an island and floating
Easily on the wind like a gull
Ding, going east to the ocean and
A gulp, a wash, a river of spit
And an ocean shouting flotsam

Paint this city black. Paint this city black
Shot amongst this hum, this hiss
And Manhattan's smoke and mouth your words
So every silent phoneme is a subway tunnel
Ding, a wash, a gulp, an ocean, a river
Ding, strong penetrations, footsteps, vibrations

Ding, thick colour, concete, night and paint
Ding, the heads, the doors, the sky is wet
The city sleeps beneath a pillowed sky
And suffocated hum and hiss and smoke
Can not disturb a wave.
A wave.
This city sleeps surrounded by the shore.

-This Shore, Tom Milsom.

This is my all time favourite poem...ever. <3
Blade.

Just realised I missed a day. HOW?!

Is overwhelmtion a word..?
Ah well. It is now.
Just so you know, this year has:
-the starting of a new school. Nerve-wracking. Having to make new real friends and not just have imaginary ones.
-NaNoWriMo: the second attempt. Hopefully I'll at least beat last year's flimsy attempy.
I got to 1110 words.
-ScriptFrenzy. That'll be fun, I've always meant to write a script.
-FAWM. I must write an album in a month for my non-existant fans.
-Story-a-Day-in-May. Pretty self-explanatory.
-Camp NaNoWriMo
-ComicMonth: draw a comic every day in October.
-gain some popularity on the interweb world. Have some friends on there. Followers. Soldiers I can call to arms. you shall be...My army.
No that sounds creepy. Scrap that. SCRAP!


I should go now that I feel awkward talking.
See you once I've recovered.
Blade.

I almost forgot to blog tonight. Sitting on the couch at 10pm, wathing tennis. Ok. Not really watching. More facebooking and emailing and now I suppose blogging.
Today I spent ishibg February would hurry up. Fawm is 13 days away, but it's too far :(

Change of setting. Sitting on my bed, now 11pm. Listening to Tom Milsom. Ah. Why's he so amazing?!
Found out Declan Sykes was in Adelaide the other day. Missed him :(
Just to recap- Hexachordal is amazing. Porphyrophobia is my favourite song.

Oh. That's why my iPod's not charging.
It wasn't plugged into the wall.
Starting a new school in a few weeks. New friends are hard to make when you're seen as 'weird' by your peers. Who cares what they think, I learnt to not change for other people a few yers ago.
Anywaay.
Buonanotte bella.
Blade.

Now, traditionally it is NaBloPoMo, or National Blog posting month. But I've decided to make it NaBloPoYr instead, or National Blog Posting Year. I will be posting a blog post every day, for the rest of the year.
At times, I might struggle with what to post, and there may be one or two boring as hell blogs. But I shall aspire to entertain whoever is reading (probably no one) these posts, and will do my best.
Now, I should take my leave.
Blade.