What would I do if something like my Pupil Pages page vanished tomorrow? Something I've spent quite a good lot of time on, just to be deleted off the net, into specks of numerical dust never to be set upon randomly, stumbled onto by some interested webgoer? As I listen to God Help The Outcasts, I think this question. I'd probably be a bit devastated for a while. Something that I can just randomly vent any feeling onto at any time is something hard to find and hard to get into, but once you do, it's wonderful. I now switch to a piano arrangement of it. It's wonderful, too.

   I hope that this is just disregarded by website administrators forever, so I can always go to it as a simple reminder that things can last. I'm not QUITE sure what I mean by that, but it seems to mean a lot of things. Maybe it's just the beautiful music giving me the wrong idea, but a place like this is something important. I hope I can always go back and try and get up to 42 entries, at least. I may not be close to that, but I hope I can get to that, at least by 12th Grade. Two days from now, I'll be back at school. I don't know exactly how I feel about that, but, just like this, I wish summer would never end. This summer has been PERFECT, yet I wish I used it just a slight percent more than I did. Then I might've finished the biggest thing of all- my website. With one day left... who knows if I can? Let's hope I can. Let's prove things can last, or at least things can finish satisfy-ably.

   ... I'm starting to hope no one starts reading this. Who knows what they'll think! Well, only 29 more entries left! (Only isn't the right word for that.. but it WILL be by the time I reach 41, and realize it's about to end, unless I don't want it to. -- Ooh! The real song is starting to play again!)

   EDIT 03/28/2019: For about a decade after this post, I tried to redis-cover the piano cover I referred to here. Finally, after all these years, I have found this particular recording. I still have no clue where it comes from or who recorded it. Well, at least now I know that it's obviously an interpretation of the Bette Midler arrangement (which I have mixed feelings over lyrically), but it's also apparently the only version OF the Bette Midler version that I like! Which I know because I only found this after watching pretty much every cover of God Help the Outcasts on YouTube, and a dead link in the description of one of them led me to this through archive.org. You probably know at this point that it's pretty common of me to look up every version of a song I like and pick and choose parts of each that I enjoy. (Happened with Nothing in Common, Someone to Fall Back On, I Won't Mind, any song from Evening Primrose, Never Again, even a choral piece called Pilgrim Song became one of those cases for me!) Maybe in another decade, I'll figure out who the pianist is. Back to the original writing here. Which is very dramatic, but, still accurate, because I still remember this night with strange amounts of clarity. One other thing not mentioned here is that I had a dream before school started that practically predicted the events that would unfold.

   It is also really interesting, from a narrative standpoint (or the real-life equivalent of a narrative), that all of THIS would transpire over a mysterious MP3 I couldn't relocate, since D-quackers & I once bonded over a mysterious Mandy Moore MP3 (M.M.M.M!) that ended up on my computer years prior. I never knew how it got on my computer, and I really loved the song. And NO, it was NOT Only Hope, you plebs. It was CRUSH. D-quackers really liked a Tokyo Mew Mew AMV of it and very thoughtfully shared a link to it. It felt very surreal, since I'd always imagined, in my mind, that someone else had found this song on their computer at the same time that I did, and we'd fall in love and talk about it some day. This is a sort of sentimentality I've felt a lot in my life-- there's a post about that right here. The song I was specifically thinking of while writing THAT was the bridge portion of Something So Right by Paul Simon.

   Regardless, it's a jam, and I've never grown out of such thinking, so whatever caused me to have it on my computer-- good on you. In-fact, in the past month, I've fallen in love with another Mandy Moore song, Extraordinary, which was written by The Weepies. I don't know why I'm saying all of this, but I have to, and it feels good to say it. Back to nine years ago, where I was talking about two years before that.

   ... yes, I just typed in the next number for no reason, as it does not pertain to the topic of the entry. Or DOES IT? Hopefully not, I hate that number, it's the age I'm at, and the age I've always feared quite a bit. Oh, dear, now I need to talk about it.

   I think it's been my feared age just because of some of my cousins and people that I know that have turned for the worst at 13, and I hoped that it would never happen to me when I turned 13. I thought I might stop having fun talks with my parents, or playing games together, or even speaking to people. I've tried my hardest to maintain my kid-at-heart (it's in my left ventricle) and I think I've succeeded... successfully.

   It's been many months since I turned 13, and I've been perfectly myself, maybe even a little more myself, not much has changed, besides me writing in the journal, and making new movies and cartoons and such, which are all absolutely POSITIVE things. 13 has been a great year so far, so I hope that I don't, like, turn nasty or... like, turn into a MERMAID- erm- MERMAN.

... hee!

   Well, the summer is ending, and I've forgotten to update this! I probably didn't need to, anyway, it was a nice thing to do during school time though that was actually on-topic with schoolwork and homework, though! However, I really would like to keep to my word and make 42 entries in this Journal before this page, if it ever does, goes ka-put. Even if no one ever looks at this.

   I actually had a lot of entries planned in in my head at the time, and this was one of them when I realized that the week was ending. Well, I still wanted to reach certain goal that I actually mentioned in this Journal before it ended, so I thought of half of 42... 21. ... then soon, after, I thought of the numbers reversed... 12. - - D'OH. If I had reached that much in such a short period in the rethinking process, I'd be pretty happy! ... but I didn't, and it's 2 months or so later.

   However, I DID reach 10 entries, which I think is pretty swell! As I'm re-reading some of them, I have to say, all of them are very very entertaining, if not a little rambly-brambly. (Brambly Hedge.) I've also made very good use of the link system, as you can see! If Pupil Pages did one thing right, it's the HTML feature, which no one will use except for me and Bryson. I learned HTML basics a long time ago when Jonah : A VeggieTales Movie was coming out, and they were teaching people how to make websites on the official Big Idea website! For example, the code for a link, is <a href=http://insertlinkhere.com/>Put words you want to signify your link right here</a>, and then when you put it in from the HTML feature... It comes out a little something like this!

   Yeah, another example of my tangents and brambling. I go from the number of entries in my goal, to HTML features, to HTML how-tos, to- - hey, I typed a lot so far. ... how did I type so much so quickly? ...

   Now that I'm at home, I have decided to put it to the test, while checking my actual iTunes library. To start off again, I shall say the third sentence in the last entry (coincidentally enough, being it the same placing as before). I don't have any serious music on my playlists. Well, not REALLY serious. Most of the stuff I listen to regularly are either bouncy and fun.. "Weird Al" Yankovic, Allan Sherman, Tom Lehrer, Andrew Pants, Veggie Tales, Sesame Street, Optiganally Yours, Schoolhouse Rock, Neil Cicierega, The Arrogant Worms.. and if it IS remotely serious, it's sung by a girl. Carole King, Tori Amos, Carly Simon, Karen Carpenter, Vanessa Carlton, Amy Grant, Regina Spektor, to name a few solo careers.

(If you didn't realize by last entry, I'm going by our present Earth's mixed-up standards of serious songs. Not my own. But I still act as if it's my own in this ramble.)

   And if it's not, it's sung by Michael Jackson. ... wait, that falls under category of GIRL, or girlish TONE... um... if it's not sung by Michael JACKSON, it's sung by The Beatles, but they're British. (More hinted racism? For shame, Skye!) Then next up, is things like I'm Still Here, or I Will Go Sailing No More. ... those are from DISNEY films. They're cut out because of that. (Genre-ism?! What crazy blasphemous act are you going into?) Then there's everything from miscellaneous amazing Broadway musicals- Wicked, You're A Good Man Charlie Brown, Seussical (surprisingly enough, having been half-composed by Lynn Ahrens, former Schoolhouse Rock composer and singer), Into The Woods, Roger and Hammerstein's Cinderella, Beauty and The Beast... then there's Jake Shimabukuro and Kenny G-- oops. ... no vocals. ... James Taylor up next. Doesn't count to our generation, either, as serious. He's too old. That means The Who, Styx, lots of people I've already mentioned, Simon and Garfunkle, and both of their solo careers are off, too.

   ... I think the only one safe from my wrath is Phil Collins. (Yeah, cuz' he's American! *ph-tooh*) Ow! Hey, get out of those parenthesis and fight the RIGHT and RESPECTABLE way! (NEVER! Now end your dumb Journal Entry!) Sheeshcakes, FINE!

   Well, as usual, last Wednesday, I woke up, around mid-4:35 AM, and climbed out of the top bunk, turned on the lights, blinked the light out of unfamiliarity, and went to the mirror to see... nothing of importance. I think. But what I saw in it sparked SOME sort of crazy sleepy inspiration, and so I quickly grabbed two camcorders. Thus came the film that I created within a two day period. (But more like a 6 hour period of time where I was actually WORKING.) HERE IT BE! (Still a work-in-progress. I haven't re-added my lines yet, but here they are for your silent film viewing pleasure!

"Ugghhh.."

"Why must my hair always be with the poofy-uppy?! I'm sure I'd have MUCH more time if I just didn't have to wet down my hair!"

".. well, then again, I'd have more time if I wasn't making a short spontaneous film on my poof-up hair.. but it DID lead to some great inspiration! Right, folks? RIIIGHT.")

2020 EDIT: I've actually uploaded this on YouTube, with the lines added in!

   Although I most certainly could add this to 005, I'd like to take the time BEFORE I review the great movie I have in mind -- another HUGE flaw to be bestowed from the PUPPETs straight to us is the fact that if you try to select the entire text in the textbox, you'll not be allowed to do anything WITH the text. ... BAH.

   .. And this would be the time for me to play the glad game! The glad thing is that I just had two slices of fresh and tasty Pizza Hut pizza! (YIPPEE!) Also, when everything on the website comes out right, it looks BEAUTIFUL, and all the little touches on this online community is very thoughtful.

   What is this... GLAD GAME I speak of? Well, silly, it's from Pollyanna! One thing to REALLY say about this film is that... well... most psychiatrists recommend It's A Wonderful Life by Frank Capra to people who suffer from depression, because it's one of those beautiful feel-good movies that make you know that life is worthwhile when you're in a rut! ... well, I'd recommend POLLYANNA to anyone suffering from depression now.

   Basically, the storyline goes as thus -- a girl named Pollyanna Whittier ends up living with her aunt when her parents died. Her aunt is the main power running the somber New England town, leaving the citizens with nearly no free agency of their own... even the PRIEST is given commands on what to preach about! Pollyanna, however, is the exact OPPOSITE of everything this town stands for. She's, in essence, "beam of sunshine", as my dad noted. Most of the things she goes by, even the game, was taught to her by her father. Even though his life was not always IDEAL, he was always pleased and content preaching (Yup, that's what he did for a living!) and was always able to find the bright side of any bleak situation.

   So, I'm still at school, and I've been hoping I'd get to this entry as soon as possible, to plan things out. My idea is to create FOURTY-TWO journal entries (count them numeros!) before this year is done! No one else is utilizing this Journal feature, as far as I've seen, and I think I should make up for that. I never quite have thought a journal is REALLY necessary, I already show my feelings and life experiences through my WORKS.. my animations and stories..

BUT.

   I love entertaining people AND helping them out. Hopefully my journal entries will do both, before the year is done. ... if anyone actually takes the time to read them. Probably only Bryson.

   If you've never heard the story of the significance of 42 to me, I'll say it briefly. I have 1 minute before my bus comes, and I really do loathe missing my bus! (I've missed it 10 times so far in my lifetime, me thinks!) But I digress. 42 is from one of my favorite things in this world of ours- The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy, in which 42 is the Answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything!

   It REALLY started sneaking into our family's daily vocabulary when my mom turned 42, and we started calling me and mom's "jinxes" or "thoughts/feelings at the same time" 42s.

   Now, it's scattered everywhere in my work! Even in the symbol for English (see English page), you can see 42s EVERYWHERE! Infact, there are SIX! (4 + 2 = 6) .. infact, purposefully done, this is the SIXTH journal entry. Thus starting my announcement to 42 journal entries. There are precisely 10 days left, so I'd need to do a little more than 4 every single day to keep up. ACTUALLY! I take that back! I've done 6.. 42 minus 6 is 36... a little more than THREE a day!

Well, I've already done three today, so I'm in good luck so far! ... let's hope I can succeed. 42 away! 

   Okay, I've run into another problem! Pupil Pages can't handle fonts very well. Infact, a couple of times, when I've changed a font, or a size, it will either A) disappear, B) keep the first copy of the font, and put another one to the changes given, or C) put itself into one big block of text, ignoring all returns I've put in. ... such a heartaching frustration has come over on 003, and 004. As you can plainly see, the entry below (004) is WAAY more big than the other ones... and I don't know of any way to get it better than that without having to spend strenuous hours of trial and error. So it stays this way.

... and let's hope I finish this before I go home, or the same problem will occur when I try to copy-and-paste the same text back in!

   HOWEVER! One thing I WILL commend the "P.U. Pill" Pager Engineering Team (P.U.P.P.E.T.?) on giving this submit box an HTML section, to see all of what I'm typing in pure unadulterated HTML code, and enter in your HTML codes, yourself.

   THIS is how I've done my little fun touches to this, like the text hyperlinks (handy for putting classy links to Dreamerstoday, where most of my biggest 17 MB swfs are, and my 7 MB songs.), and the embed images! And THAT is fun stuff. I probably should put a LARGE disclaimer image on the front of the main page saying, "PLEASE CHECK OUT MY JOURNAL SECTION. I REALLY DO USE IT." YEAH! That's a great idea! I'll-- I'll do that first minute I get home! Besides eating, and washing my hands, and maybe waiting for my dad to finish an episode of Anime Tube, then have an exciting conversation with him about the latest episode of Haruhi Suzumiya, then watch it myself!

   Okay, I am officially crazed out of my already always crazed mind. This website definitely needs better PHP substance, as it appears to think one image rules them all. In my projects, all of the pictures are EXACTLY the same now... and that's not my fault. At this point, whenever I make ONE image upload, it changes them ALL. ... which is sad, because they're all ready. ... and they're beautiful.

...

Since, apparently, they cannot go onboard the Pupil Page, we shalt elope together.

Into the Carpathian Mountains.