Miss Coralie

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2011-08-02T12:42:00.000-02:30

How do you feel about it?

Effort into videos.

2011-08-01T20:01:00.000-02:30

So recently I was like 'What the heck, I'll put a little bit of effort into my youtube videos.'
Holy poo. That little bit of effort? Turned out to be large bit of effort.

My camera exports in .MOV format, so I have to convert. The software that came with my camera does that. Woot! But its all HD, so editing it in Windows Movie Maker is actually a test of my sanity. I realized that the program that came with the camera can edit the videos just fine! Yay! No more converting and having to deal with difficult non HD supporting programs.

I export my movie. A 1:44 minute long video took 30 minutes to export. Oh, well, thats a lot longer than windows movie maker. But whatever, the 15 minutes I saved on converting the files? Totally worth it. The effort of trying to use Movie Maker? Totally worth it.

I head over to youtube and try and upload my 1:44 video. What? That is going to take 45 minutes? For.. 1 minute and 44 seconds? Today my 6 minute video took 120 minutes to upload. Holy poo.

What? 2 minute videos take 75 minutes to process and upload? Not including my editing time?!
WHAT?!?!

Soothing Colours.

Soooooooothing colours.

Ugh.

Where have I been?

2010-12-05T11:09:00.000-03:30

So you may have notice that I decided I was going to take a leave of absence, and just not mention it to anyone.

You also may have noticed that there is a big honking large amount of text in my last bloggity post.

Well party people, that is because I was doing National Novel Writing Month; and this is my Official Recap of Nano '10.

I would like to start with a pretty accurate statement, I get sick every November, without fail, every year since I started all of this madness. I do not understand it. I mentally try and make my self not sick, and guess what; I end up barely able to move in my bed. For 4 years in a row now, I have become very sick, and this year I got pretty behind.

Moving on to the next point; When you have to write 1.7k words a day, its really hard to get a few days ahead and even when you miss a few days due to ~~death~~ sickness, you aren't just behind by 3 days, you are behind by 5000 words. That is a bit overwhelming when your recovery just means you are well enough to sit up at your computer to write something.

Write about something you love. Not even about something you love, just have fun with your story. If you aren't having fun, its so difficult to write stuff that is like pulling teeth to finish. I had to do a time skip to an important part to get out the ending of my novel.

I didn't really explain that big post that I did in my last post.
Well I didn't like my entire novel, up until that last scene. While in theory it would be smarter to leave the last scene not public, the rest of the novel wasn't that great and I will probably be getting a proof of my last years novel, cause I really liked it.

Conclusion? This is probably one of my worst national novel writing months to date, well the worst that I've won anyways. Only lost my first!

Chapter Last/Favorite [Nano '10]

2010-12-03T08:07:00.000-03:30

I felt nervous as the doctor seemed puzzled by his sheets.

“So Hammer, we are trying to gather background information about you, and I was looking into your human background, and you are an orphan, have you ever been in contact with your family?”

“No, I don’t know how they are.”

“Thats what I thought..”

“Why? Why does it matter whose egg and sperm I came from.”

“Well we are trying to get birth records for you, and we need to have parents for the records.”

“Well my parents are long gone. The orphanage never knew who they were, they left me in front of their door, just like Warrens family.”

“No, I know who your family is, we did DNA sampling on your blood.”

I felt like mentally I was transformed into a tv show where the people were chanting and cheering to find out who was the father. Those shows used to come on in the lunch room for the lab workers but I never watched them, I thought it was silly.

“I don’t need to know who they are, I won’t know who they are so telling me them their names will just lay the burden of me remembering their names.”

“Dr Ader is your father.”

I threw up on his desk. I don’t think I had ever thrown up since I became bionic but that was like being punched in the head with a board. I was not expecting that. The scientist wasn’t impressed by my vomit but he wasn’t mad either. I wiped my mouth and stared at in him in a confused state.

“Hes what?! Tell me your joking.”

“No. There are things that people tell you that you aren’t supposed to know, and I never knew that Dr Aders wife had a kid, but I knew about his wife. I guess your mom. She was a nice lady, back when Dr Ader was nice too. I heard he used to be perfectly sane, mind you, I haven’t known him that long. But once he started to work on projects, Dr Ader went nuts, like, nuts. And she was already with.. well you, and she wanted a devorice but he wouldn’t let her.”

I sat there. My stomach heaved as it reacted to loosing everything that I had put in it. I was in so much shock, I felt everything go by slowly. I had never known about my parents, and I never wanted to know, it bothered me to know that my father was such an ass. Thats why I never wanted to know about him.

“So Mrs Ader, where is she now?”

“In her grave. I guess she had you, left you with someone who wasn’t nuts and killed her self shortly after. That sounds correct. I’d do that if I was a woman and my husband was nuts and wouldn’t let me leave.”

“Are you imagining your self delievering a child sir?”

“Uh, thats not the point. The point is, that I thought you should know. I found it out, I’ll probably not show him the tests, and put that in a different file. Files get ‘misplaced’ all the time. Like, your file magically showing up in cosmetics. Poof.”

I liked this man. He was funny. He probably was only 10 years older than me, but I could respect him. I rubbed my head, feeling terribly confused.

“I have a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a gun?”

Me and the scientist talked for a while. His name was Steve. Me and Steve were going to be best friends. I was returned to the room and Dr Ader was in there, poking and proding at Warren. I didn’t like it at all. I couldn’t believe this man had a sperm in his body that could result in me. I walked towards Warren and stepped between him and her and pulled Warren into my laps as I sat down.

“Don’t be touching her. Shes not yours, shes mine.”

“Well thats not true, I won the court case. Remember that? Boo hoo, we are real people, we belong to our selves. A sandwhich can’t own it’s self and to them you are just as much as a sandwhich, doesn’t that make you feel amazing about your life? I bet it would. I would feel lovely if I had no control over my life.”

“So did you come out of your mother talking out of your ass, or was that an acquired talent that you had to master.”

“You are terribly saucy for a boy who is in the postion that you are in. I can turn you off when ever I want, and I can turn off your girlfriend and do what ever I want, or any of the staff members want.”

“So you are going to do, at least in the equvialancy in your mind, rape a sandwich? Cause isn’t that what we are? Sandwiches with no rights to own our selves? Raping sandwiches sounds wrong, but what ever, if you are into that kind of shit.”

“Once again Hammer, you seem to be awefully confident for a boy who doesn’t have a prayer in the world. You know, we are going to start with the converision process soon. I bet you didn’t know that. I was just telling Warren, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, he was telling about how I’ll get to live a great life killing people, and I get to be kept in a storage closet for pay. Isn’t that wonderful?” Her voice was monotone, but annoyed. “You know, people always ask, would you kill a person for a million dollars, why can’t we get paid that much?”

“Because you’re not employees, you are equipment.”

“We are people. We came from people, we were raised by people.”

I was frustrated with him.

“You guys came from people who didn’t want you, and the people you were raised by, were paid to raise you. They didn’t like you either. No one ever loved you. Well you guys might tell each other you love each other but you don’t.”

“I know who my fucking parents are.”

“They did fuck.”

Warrens humor was poorly timed.

“Your parents probably never ever wanted to see your face again. Once they realized how useless you are to the world. At least now I am helping you, and them because now you have a purpose. If you become hit robots, you will be taking the job of a human that is very dangerous. Doesn’t that sound considerate? Would you rather want someone else to die? I doubt you would, you guys seem like niceish teenagers. No backbone though.”

“You don’t know what you are even speaking about.”

“Of course I do.”

“No you don’t. I wasn’t useless to my parents, my parents were as***les.”

“They aren’t as***es for giving you up.”

“No, that is not the reason. When I found out who my parents were, I vomited, straight up threw up. You don’t know what it’s like to live a life that you never know who gave you up. You never know what your life could have been, and then you find out, and you never even wanted to know. You can’t unheard things, things can not be unseen and you can not unlearn things. They are assholes. Assholes aren’t people who give up their child because they want them to have a better life, assholes aren’t people who can’t raise their children who give them up. Assholes are people who take humans with robotic parts to court trying to claim that they own those humans. That is what an asshole.”

“Yes, I know, you think I’m an asshole but that compairision doesn’t apply here Hammer.”

“Unfortunately it does. Ever watch the show where they do the dna tests and find out who the father is. Oh, well guess what, you’re my father, asshole. You being an asshole, makes you an asshole.”

He looked like he was having a heart attack, and so did Warren.

“What are you talking about?!”

“You had a fucking kid and never thought twice about it when your wife killed her self and left the kid out on someones doorstep? You never thought twice that maybe the fact you had a kid meant that you had a kid out there? Yes. I am your child. Found that out today. You piece of scum.” I was starting to feel better. I felt better than him currently. “There are people like you that I have seen come back trying to get their kids back, and do you know what? They don’t want to go. I would rather be adopted by anyone in the world that see the people who dropped me off on the doorstep. How fucking stupid are you?”

“That doesn’t make any sense, stop making shit up.” He grabbed me by the arm and started to get mad. “Don’t be saying things that you can’t afford to not back up. You have a lot of stakes high Hammer, and I don’t. Who cares that I have a kid? No one. No one cares, I doubt I am your kid. I have had plenty of people try and tell me these things before to try and get me off my focus, but nope, I am not believing you.”

“Your wife wanted to leave you, and now you won’t let me go? Physically? Is that how it was with your wife?”

“Shut up you little s**t!”

He started to go for a knife, I knew what he was going to try and do. Warren tried to pry him off of me, but he slashed out the knife, cutting her arm. I heard her scream as it slit her arm. I tried to stay focused.

“You wouldn’t let her leave, couldn’t let her be happy, couldn’t handle the fact she wanted to be happy without you. That just drove you nuts didn’t it?”

He went to start moving the knife towards me and I pulled out the gun and stuck it in his face very suddenly. He let go of my arm but didn’t move his knife. He drew the knife against my stomach and I pulled the trigger almost at the same time. I heard him fall to the floor but I couldn’t tell what was happening with all blood loss. I was dazed, I felt like I was losing a lot of blood.

“STEVE. STEEEVVVEEEE...”

Movies.

2010-10-11T13:36:00.000-02:30

I have been watching a lot of movies lately, like Donnie Darko, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Lord of the Rings. I am not sure if I am the only sort of person like this, but if I watch one movie in a series, I have to watch them all. I would never be able to watch the first Lord of the Rings movie and then a year later watch the second and still have interest. I watched the 3rd Pirates movie but now that I've watched the first, I have started to watch the 2nd and 3rd.

I am not a movie or TV person, cause ironically enough I find that I don't have the attention span for it. But because of my lack of attention span, I can't be bothered to be interested in the same thing at a later date.

I made a promise to my self about a month ago, I would spend the next year not being right, just dance. Do you remember my blog post? I had some responses questioning if I was okay. I meant I was going to try and just live this year. Along with that promise, I decided I would try and dedicate my time to watching classic films.

If there is anything I can't stand besides watching movies really far apart, is when people ask me.

Person: It's like such and such.

Me: What?

Person: Haven't you seen Star Wars?

Me: No..
Person: How do you exist?!

Me: With ease?

Person: How did you manage not to see it?!

Me: The first one was released in 1977, the lack of my existing could help.

Person: Well you could watch it now.

Me: At this moment?

Person: Yeah.

Me: The combined movie length is 12 hours and 42 seconds.

Person: You don't have to watch them all at once.

Me: ...

Do you see the cycle I go through? Movies need to send me updates on twitter informing me if they are going to impede my ability to exist. Just saying.

Haha, No.

2010-09-21T19:35:00.000-02:30

I was reading Timmy Boyles blog post about my self, here, and there was something that he said that made me do something that I realized I do a lot.

His statement:

This girl rides a unicycle, twirls fire and can step through a tennis racket (un-strung, of course). Obviously, you’ll never see that in her writing…(however, you can watch it here) but information like that certainly gives you a strong personality assessment. One day, I hope she writes a blog while simultaneously doing all the above mentioned stunts (Hint. Hint. Coralie).

My reaction:

I always do that, I always laugh, and then just stop suddenly and say no. As if I am completely aware of the joke and comedy that is happening, but I decide after a few moments that I have appreciated it long enough, and now I can reject it. I feel like a pretty bad person doing this but I do this all the time.

Yeah. I am pretty sure I am may be a bad person, but at least I am with terms with it. :)

Stop being Correct.

2010-09-16T21:51:00.000-02:30

The other day in dance class my teacher came up to me and said.

"My goal for you this year is for you dance more, and stop being so correct. If that makes any sense."

A statement like that is hard to work, and word, but it struck me as a life philosophy. Personally I am not sure how I can translate that into words and plot it against my life, but I feel as if for the next year, this too is going to be my goal.

For most of my life I have been in school. I'd come home, I'd have fun but I'd always feel like I had something to do. I was really stressed all the time looking at it now. I never did my course work, I had little interest in doing math or english at home. Why do something at home when I could do it to avoid people in class? This worked wonderfully until I made friends and I didn't get my work done in class either.

But now, I work. Every day. Not long every day, but I do work most of the time. I come home, I am excited to be home, but by 7:30 I realize I am looking to the clock to see if its 10:30. I have little to do now. I feel as if I should be doing something. I label my self as getting nothing done. But why must I get something done? Why must I be so correct, so perfect to always be doing something?

I state here, on my personal blog (sorry about making you seem not so personal in the past week or so), that instead of feeling correct, I will feel like I am living.

Because frankly, I am.

La Manche

2010-09-06T22:26:00.000-02:30

Today was my fathers birthday. We got up early to go for breakfast, and as we got into the car, full from our meals, I asked 'Dad, can we go for a drive?' He said later because he and my brother needed a hair cut. Fair enough. When I asked him if we could go for a drive, he asked 'Where?' I said the normal scenic place, a place you could drive to, get out, walk the trail, maybe see a whale, and drive back home. He wanted to go for an adventure.

By this point I had already invited Kaitlyn, although she wasn't keen on the idea of a 'walk' she only called me a douche and still got in the car when we went to pick her up. My camera was left at my friends house, so we went to Beccas, and as we were leaving we asked if she wanted to come. So finally we departed our city for the hours drive to go on our hike. All 4 of us, and my dog.

This was our sign. We had to walk 600m of uphill to get to this. The START.

We totally made this...

Stupid Facebook.

2010-09-03T17:33:00.000-02:30

I feel as if Facebook; the stupid series, might come in multiple parts. But this is about kids who repost things. Now, the reason why this makes me cringe is because they often post things like "It's this awareness week" or "Its Brothers Week. Repost this if you love your brother". This is the reason why sometimes I wish I didn't have a facebook.

Once upon a time, my brother posted something about teacher appreciation. I am not stickler, I appreciate my teachers and make sure they are aware of it. But I realized that the people who are reposting these sorts of things, are probably not mixing over a whole lot with the people who look up things on google. Here is a visual aid.

Although in everyone elses defense, Chuck Norris can make up truth and it would become true. He googles just to scare the 'facts' into what he says.

Back to my story. I googled this teacher thing that my brother posted about and it was about half a year off. Wow. Half a year. I don't understand how people post these things without looking them up, I mean the holiday was only 1 day out of the year, it's pretty easy for you to pick up on the status ages after. Why do people not look things up to not look like fools?

I decided to go on this rant because I opened my facebook to facecreep and I all of a sudden see two peoples posting something about Brothers Week. First of all, why do brothers need an entire week? So I googled it. And guess what? Google doesn't think they need an entire week; Cause it doesn't exist. It literally brought me to the facebook page where the girl had posted.

I see how it may be hard to resit the urge to post something that attempts to inspire morales and what not, but please, Google that shit.

Veda is over.

2010-09-01T11:05:00.000-02:30

So, I assume that most of the followers of my blog are traffic from my youtube page Corabubbles, and that is fine. But if you aren't traffic from my youtube page, you may or may not have notice that I have been doing VEDA, or vlog every day in August.

Last year when I first started my youtube channel, I considered to vlog every day. I was busting with ideas and I had to get them out, but I feared that if I made a video every day that no one would view my channel cause they would get annoyed by how often I popped up in their subscription box. But this month, I learned that my friends and followers were okay with me going on a journey like VEDA and it's something I've wanted to do since a year ago, and I did it.

As I finished recording my last VEDA video I felt like I was saying good bye to my subscribers, which is not how I wanted people to think. I won't be making videos every day, but I will be making them 1-2 times a week. That isn't so bad?

When I started this month, I considered the daily vloggers, the people who post videos everyday, without fear. But as I spent every day uploading, I noticed that there are a lot of 'big youtubers' that post almost every second day. I know its how they pay the bills, but does that mean you need to post a new video every day, spread out over 2 or even 3 channels? I am not judging these people, but as the month progressed I realized that a lot of youtubers seemed almost daily, or maybe my mind has just gone to mush.

Every time that I had a blog post to share I could just mention it in a video! But now I fear you guys won't get to see my blog posts, as many people aren't following or subscribed. So I made a forum you can join.

Just click the forum page and join me, so it won't be like I left you guys at all.

Stupid Stuff.

2010-08-27T22:48:00.002-02:30

Do you ever notice how things always seem to disappear when you don't need them? For months they are just hanging around your room and you are always moving it from one shelf to another, and then when you need it, POOF! Its no longer in existence.

I am really sure that I am not the first person to cover this topic but this happens all the time. My question is, where does this shit go? There can not be a magical dimension that thrives on all the 'lost' objects that slips through peoples homes. Maybe there are trolls that have a stock in your brain so they know when you are going to look for something, so they can steal it before you get it. Maybe it makes them happy, maybe its their source of energy like in Monsters Inc.

I am not talking about petty trolls that steal your socks from the bloody laundry, I am talking about trolls that steal your school books when you need to return them, or steals your keys. My mother made an embarrassing large key with Winne the Pooh on it, so I wouldn't lose it. Guess who lost it.

Poof. It was gone. S of my L (Story of my life).

My grandmother used to tell me there was ghosts around that would take things when we needed them, and that is also a very good theory. I would really like to ask these trolls, or ghosts to please return my stuff; asap. I am the sort of person who has their stuff stolen by these trolls a lot, so I often give up, call it a lost cause, and deem it as lost. My mother generally finds it eventually but until then, it is lost. When I lose things, I get upset.

The trolls have stolen one out of my favorite pair of sock poi, so if the trolls read this, can I please have them back?

Customer Service: Mental break down inducing.

2010-08-26T11:31:00.001-02:30

So yesterday I woke up and called the customer service. The communication thing was bit of an issue but we got through it together. Today however, was a shitstorm waiting to happen. I was woken up at 8am to wait for the cable man, because our cable and internet managed to break down yesterday evening. I am okay with this.

The cable man arrived shortly after he called but he smelt with cologne. I am not okay with that.

He went around the basement where the main tv was, and he puttered around but in the end he stated it was all fixed. I asked him "Is the internet/wireless fixed?" He said "Yes". I was happy with this.

But when I went to check the internet, he left thinking all was fine. The wireless didn't work. The internet had been hooked up to the desktop no one uses, but the 4 laptops in the house were shit out of luck. You'd think if someone said something worked, it would function. I was not okay with this.

So I went down onto the desktop and I pulled up the website for my service provider and they had chat support. This was exactly what I needed, I was pleased that I saw it. I got on with a customer service person, it all went down hill. She kept asking for information that I didn't have. It was really pressing my nerves in a direction my nerves didn't bend. I am not okay with that.

Then she dropped the bomb; come back when you have the information, I can't seem to pull up your account. That is not what you tell someone who is really frustrated. This is around the time the mental break down started. There was tears; lots of them.

I asked what I could do since I was really annoyed by this woman. She asked me what province I was in. If you worked for a Canadian phone company you would assume that 709 would click in with Newfoundland. Nope. She has no idea that I lived in Newfoundland. So after a half hour of the worst conversation I have ever had, she realized she couldn't help me because they couldn't only help people in Ontario and Quebec. That just didn't make sense to me.

My response was: Are you serious? You must be joking.

I was ready to put someone through a wall.

But conveniently I have a friend who didn't want me to put anything or anyone through a wall. After eating some comfort food and being able to control my rage and tears he reminded me he was an IT manager. Although I feel like being saucy from him not helping earlier, I can't be mean to him because within 10 minutes he me set up my wireless and I was able to use my laptop again.

So the moral of the story is, tie your repair man to a chair until you check every service he is supposed to fix. Us chains if necessary.

I feel Small.

2010-08-23T21:16:00.001-02:30

Today I feel small. I have felt this way many times before. Like that one time I called my cousin a bitch while I was out around the bay, and I was sent to my room for 15 minutes. One hour later, I cried out from the top of the steps "Can I come down now?" They had forgotten about me. For that hour, I felt like I was smaller than the rest of the world; so small I could be forgotten about, by a house filled with people.

So I have asked people before and I seem to be the only person who gets like this. I feel like I am in a room by my self. I feel unappreciated. I feel lost in my own thoughts.

I don't feel 'emo' or anything like that, but its how I feel when I am not the excitable and loud person that I am known for. Its how I feel when I don't want to say a word because I just don't want to be heard, or feel like I can't be heard.

I am not a person who has their feelings hurt easily. I used too, but I've grown stronger. It takes more than a couple of nails to break me down. As time goes on, it would be nice for certain people to consider that although I don't care if someone goes out to a movie without me (or anything for that matter) after a while, I do feel like I am too small to remember, by a group of people. Too small to be remembered every time.

To whine isn't my style. In my defense, I don't feel as if this has been a post filled with whine (or cheese for that matter) but more of definition of myself.

I am 162cm tall, but why do sometimes I feel so small?

Stupid Sickness.

2010-08-21T15:49:00.001-02:30

Now the issue I have with being sick, isn't the problem of being sick. It's the problem of the people who live in my house, and them deciding if I am really sick or not. But if I use the title 'Stupid People' I'd have a lot of blog posts titled 'stupid people'.

Now since I have been blessed with my laptop (and by blessed I mean I worked hard for a summer and bought it my self) I spend sick days in bed, surfing the web in my lap and being snuggled by my sheets. But since thats generally what I do anyways, that isn't being sick to my family members.

This is pretty accurate.

Also, why is my waste basket always miles away from my arm span from my bed. It seems not fair and unnatural. I know I can move it, but it alway migrates back to where I don't want it.

Back to my rant. Unless I am oozing out of my ears/nose they don't believe I am sick the moment I can stand up.

This is a historical re-doodlement.

When I am sick I feel as if my parents are trying to make me do things I wouldn't do while I am well, to just try and prove I am faking so I don't have to finish cleaning. You'd think they'd give me more credit. If I didn't want to do something, I wouldn't fake a 'tummy ache'. I'm a dancer; I could fake a bad back.

Doodley.

2010-08-20T15:01:00.002-02:30

The other day I made a blog post urging you to go vote for me, if you hadn't already, in a contest to win an underwater camera. And I won the underwater camera! I don't know when I am going to get it (people keep asking) but I am thankful I won. And I'd like to thank a few people who helped me by voting and sending around the link with a frantic "Can you comment unicycle?!"

Geoffry goes BOOM!

This is actually the 3rd door broken by Christina.

What a pretty ginger/Kaitlyn.

Lee does NOT chase Leprechauns!

Momma Brown made a youtube just to vote. :)

Nicole's hair is too pretty to doodle.

Hes postman Pat! ..And his name is Owen?

Pat is secretly Austin Powers.

Sam will kill your main character.

Timmy Boyle! Daring to dream!

I know there was a lot more people who helped me but there was too many to keep track. If you are personally offended that you didn't get one, I will doodle you a drawing and add you to this post.

Thank you so much everyone. Without your support this would have never been made possible

Can you guys please vote?

2010-08-18T16:27:00.000-02:30

Can you guys please comment with 'Unicycle' on this video? It would mean a lot to me, because it would get me closer to getting an underwater camera to get a video of me unicycling under water.

This is my video that is of me unicycling!

Bvloggin.

2010-08-17T13:03:00.001-02:30

Yesterday me and my friend had discussed her getting a blog of her own. And after we picked up a friend we took the the phrase "I'll blog about that." But it was hard to distinct the word vlog and the word blog, since my friends are used to me saying vlog, and less used to me saying blog.

Now, it really doesn't help that I have a bit of an accent too, but walking down a dark path in the evening, when I said I would blog about something, even I have to stop my self and wonder "Did I just say blog or vlog?"

My good friend Christina came up with the idea of 'Bvloggin." It's both blogging and vlogging. So it covers both bases. I thought it sounded like something that could catch on, where as my friend just thought it sounded German.

Ich bin bvloggin!

Saying it outloud, it felt pretty natural. I have been vlog for a year now and I never got it mixed up with blog. Unfortunately now I am just so used to always saying vlog, its weird for my mouth to say blog. The accent doesn't help. Its just normal for me to push out harsher sounds.

Are there even many people who cross the blog and vlog line? I asked my youtube viewers to leave their blog links on my youtube page and I didn't get one link. I am sure there are some that have to deal with this, but there seems not to be many.

Who knows. Maybe bvloggin with catch on. I sure hope so, I feel silly every time I say blog, because I stop, think and repeat my self.

Stupid Head Phones.

2010-08-16T11:29:00.003-02:30

If there is anything in this world that I am prone to destroying, it is no doubt head phones. I wear them, destroy them, can only hear out of one ear, go out and buy another pair. Its a terrible cycle.

Stupid head phones cycle.

Well, actually I bite on my head phones, and use them in for my laptop in bed. So it's probably more like this.

What I actually do to my head phones.

I believe it's time they made a set of head phones that cannot break at the part where the wire meets the connector. Would it be too hard too consider that while making it? I have considered buying sections of PVC pipe, cutting it, putting foam on the inside, and putting it around the connects of my cords. The connection of the cord to my laptop would also appreciate that.

I have a lovely pair of headphones with a nice microphone that probably won't get so much love anymore. It's tough to get onto a voice chat and all of a sudden in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation, a loud explosion of sound starts coming from the bad connection.

Poor birthday ginger.

As you could see, it would be really nice if my head phones worked better. It's ruining my day and other peoples day. Don't try and mention the wireless ones. I spent $50 on them, and all I can pick up on them is French Radio.

A day at Bowering Park

2010-08-15T21:47:00.003-02:30

So today I went to Bowering Park, twice! Once with my puppy and father, and once with my cousin and her boyfriend. If anyone is not familiar with Bowering Park, it is a large park with two duck ponds located in the middle of St. Johns. It is beautiful and a great place for memories.

Peter Pan, tooting his horn.

Feed the birds, Poppins a bag.

Swimming Swans.

Jeep! Beep beep!

Like ducks!

Play in the newly opened 'Water Pad'

The swans enjoying the sun.

Flower bed.

A Caribou in honor of those fallen in battle.

Creative Vado HD: A review.

2010-08-15T11:11:00.004-02:30

The Creative Vado HD (1st generation) is supposed to boost amazing HD recording, long battery, easy to edit, and a rechargeable battery that allows me for hours of 'fun'. Although most of my experience did not go along these lines.

The Creative Vado HD (1st Generation)

First when I got it a year ago, it had a protective case that was silicon, due to the warning not to handle the camera its self due to toxins or something of that sort. That was a tad scary at first.

I enjoyed recording on my camera, but everything beyond recording was a test of my sanity. Being able to edit this HD content was more difficult that it was made to seem.

I was not able to use the software on my PC at first. To be able to use the software on my computer I had to download a codec, which wasn't that hard, but then it didn't deal with the HD well, and there was always terrible lag in the sync between the audio and video. I attempted to put it in a HD video editor and it would only come onto the editor as audio, since it did not recognize that file.

I ended putting it into Windows Movie Maker, exporting all my footage as a movie file, and then putting it in Sony Vegas Pro 9. The movie turned out like this: http://yobi.tv/yobilaugh/contestant/8938/Corabubbles/the-essay

Troubleshooting with this camera seems almost impossible. I hadn't used my camera in a few months, due to my lack of knowledge of where it was, and then BAM I found it. I was so excited, I was going on an intense hike, and if I died I would have able to get footage of it. And then it wouldn't work. I couldn't get it to turn on. For 2 days I tried to get it to turn on, but nothing. When I returned to the urban world, I got a response from the Creative company on Twitter. At one last desperate chance to get the silly camera to turn on, I tried it. It turned on. It would have been nice for it to work the day before.

Another issue I have with this camera is the battery. It boasts an amazing 2 hours of recording, but it is not straight recording. I charge up my camera for hours, and I start to record and I feel like I am rushing because the bars go down while you are recording but magically go up. I know this happens in many cameras, but my camera says it is almost dead while recording but fully charged when not.

I don't like to regret purchases. The company is very friendly, and if you have them on Twitter, they are generally just a update away, but the product it's self hasn't been that great. I haven't tried the newer generations but I don't know if I would like to go in the pocket camera direction.

Youtube: Veda.

2010-08-14T10:47:00.003-02:30

So if you weren't aware, this year many youtubers have taken on a month to attempt to vlog every day in that month. Many people attempted VEDA, or vlog every day in April. Now that August has rolled around again, people are taking a stab at this VEDA business, due to it's popularity before.

Vlog Every Day in August has caused me to explain the name almost every day that I have embarked on the journey. I have completed all my videos up to this point, and I don't see my self falling behind, even though I started 2 days late.

The only issue I personally have against this thing is something that I have been questioning since last year. Do people want to see a new video in their inbox every day? The amount of views on my videos is not even a 1/3rd of my subscriber count, which is fairly discouraging to those who intend on putting in a lot of work to do a video every day.

So to those daily vloggers out there, I tip my hat off to you.

Todays vlog.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeMIiPBjhF8

Dance Season

2010-08-14T10:21:00.004-02:30

En Pointe

Dancers, start your engines now. Of your cars at least. I am sure I am not the only person who has dug through their dance bag to only realize the soles of my pointe shoes are ripping off, and my toe protectors are pretty much ruined.

When I go shopping for stuff for ballet, I feel as if I should probably bring my dance teacher with me. The difference between products isn't one of those 'Brand name vs No name' deals, it's the difference between my toe bleeding and not. And personally I like to keep all my blood inside of me.

What ever you do, please do not go buy a pair of pointe shoes on your own. Have someone fit you, or take your ballet teacher with you. This isn't like buying a new lunchbox.