Epic song suggestions.

To which insane music lovers it may concern,
If any of you have any suggestions for what my epic song should be, please tell me via comment. I only know about a limited few epic songs, and I would love to hear more. Now, for a song to be truly epic there are a few requirements:
1. The song must be long. Longer than average.
2. It must be powerful, either musically, emotionally, lyrically, or any combination of the three.
3. It must have one, or both of the following:
-- Epic Grandure on a musical scale. Complex, powerful arrangements. Examples, The Poet and the Pendulum by Nightwish, Tear the World Down by We Are The Fallen.
-- Epic lyrics. Lyrics that power the song, keep it going. Examples, Miss American Pie by Don Mclean, Trapped in the Closet by R. Kelly.
4. It must change tempos, or moods. For instance, the change from a slow string symphony into a powerful rock anthem, and then into a quiet depressing piano/string/choir outro (Tear The World Down) just to name one. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I hope my description is somewhat helpful, as it's very hard to describe what makes a song epic. If you have a song that at least loosly fits this description, please tell me (I love epic songs). Oh, and if you want me to put your song on my blog, please keep profanity to a minimum. And explicit lyrics. Keep those to a minimum too.
You can suggest those songs to me, and I will listen to them, but I probably won't put them on my blog (unless I can find the clean version).
Thanks for reading!
Happy listening!
T-WAC

Finally, the weekend!

Up until I started college, I had always taken my weekends for granted. After all, with karate on Saturday mornings, and Church on Sunday, I don't really have any time to sleep in. But let me tell you, it is great to know that I don't have to get all of my homework done for tomorrow. That I don't have to stay up late finishing those last problems, or writing that last journal entry.
Besides, after getting up at six AM three mornings this week, getting up at seven-thirty can be counted as sleeping in, in my opinion anyway.
This complete change of schedule is having drastic effects on my mind, though. I mean, Last night I dreamt that I was tying some guy to a chair using strips of raw beef that I had just sliced off of an uncooked two-pound sirloin steak with a butcher knife, so that my grandmother could force-feed him raw sausage for his birthday. And if that's not a sign of mental insanity, I don't know what is.

First Day of College!

Well, yesterday I took my first college classes, and I have one word to say about them:
AAAAAWWWWWEEEEEEESSSSSSSOOOOOOOMMMMMMNNNNNNEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!
It was great! I got up at six in the morning, and actually got to see the dawn for the first time in years (I'm a very late sleeper)!
My classes are really great (even math class), and the teachers totally rock!
I think that one of the best parts, though, has to be the fact that there are none of those stupid social cliques that you find in high school. I was able to say "hi" to anyone there and not have to worry about being given weird looks (or being ignored altogether).
I can't believe it! In college people actually socialize with each other!
Anyway, it feels very good to be learning stuff again. And speaking of learning stuff, I should probably be doing my homework right now instead of blogging.

Oh, and by the way, if you really respect someone, tell them that they are Honorificabilitudinous (ON-er-if-ic-uh-BILL-ih-TOOD-in-us) and see how long it takes them to figure out what you said!

Honorificabilitudinity: the quality of being honorable. Often used comically.

New schedule starts in T minus 2 days....

Well, it's here. College.
Dun dun dun duuuuuuuun! Dun dun dun duuuuuuuun!
Mom and I went to the college last night and registered me for some classes. Unfortunately, contrary to our beliefs, the term actually started on monday, rather than next week, so I will be starting late. But on the bright side, because of all the snow, I've only missed one day, so I don't have that much to catch up on (thank God).
I'm going for a degree in engeneering (not the kind that pilots railroad trains, thank you very much), but for now I'm only taking three classes to get accustomed to college life. I have, after all, been home-schooled since I was five, and this will be quite a change of schedule, especially since my first class starts at 7:00 AM. That means no more sleeping in for me. Sniff... that also means no staying up until 11:30 PM listening to We Are The Fallen or Nightwish or Linkin Park.....
Oh, how dreadful!
I'll not be able to head-bang myself to sleep while listening to metal until the summer comes! Sigh....
But at least I'm actually going to be learning some cool new stuff: College Algebra, English Composition and Literature, and Music of the Twentieth Century.
I especially can't wait for the music class!
But if I'll have to get up early for college, I can't be staying up late blogging like this. Oh well.....


Oh, and by the way.....
NEVER SAY THESE THINGS TO YOUR BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND! (Unless they are a sesquipedalian)

"Oh my darling, you are so pulchritudinous......"
"I want to osculate your lips, dearest....."

For all who are wondering "pulchritudinous" means beautiful, and to "osculate" means to kiss.

Headache!!!!!!

AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have such a bad headache, and have had it since around 9:45 this morning. I've pretty much spent the entire day wandering around like a doggoned zombie! Give me brains.... Brains..... Brrrrrrrraaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnnssssssss!!!!
Okay.....
That was random....
Moving on.....
Finally, around 5:00, after doing nothing at all aside from practicing Bethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" on the piano, I decided that I should probably post something on my blog.  And what better a topic is there to post about than this doggoned headache (and this video my mom found on youtube that is absolutely hilarious, which I posted below)?

Uuuuunnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhh! Forget brains! Assssssspppppprrrrriiiiiiin...... give me aaasssssppppprrrriiiinnn........

Sledding!!!!

We just got back from a sledding trip! It was alot of fun..... except for the fact that Mom's expensive camera fell out of my coat pocket and I had to look through the snow for it for a very stressful while until some kid found it twenty feet from where I was looking. BUT ASIDE FROM THAT.... It was alot of fun, as you can tell from the video....... Which I will post as soon as I can get my computer to cooperate! But for now you can just stare at this picture of me looking like a complete moron. It's something I do amazingly well.

Noooooo Patar, don't say that either!

Another funny story about Patar. You may think that the last one was bad, but you haven't heard anything yet! Well, Patar and I had just gotten home from a wrestling ring. We are on the Demonstration Team for our karate school, and sometimes we perform at wrestling rings before the Big Fat Dudes come out to tussle. But anyway, we had just gotten home, and before long Patar was wandering about the house, singing to himself, off in his own world again. Now, he just so happened to walk into the dining room, where Mom, Dad, The Bruiser, and I were all standing, and began to pet the dog, singing another song, oblivious to the world around him. This song went a little something like this: "F*** f*** f*** f*** f*** f*** f***...." Mom and Dad both stopped and stared at Patar, who was absently repeating one of the worst curses available to the tongue. Then, subconciously noticing that the talking had stopped, Patar looked up at Mom and Dad, and immediately knew that something was wrong, but had no idea what. Dad asked Patar where he learned that word. "I just made it up," Patar, answered confused. Mom told him not to repeat the word again, but quite frankly, I don't think that he remembered what he had said in the first place. He just said "okay," then shrugged his shoulders and went back to petting the dog as if nothing had happened.

As for me, I was horrified at first, but afterwards I found it hilarious. So did all my friends.

College Placement Test Madness!

Argh! I just spent five hours, six minutes, and fourty-seven seconds sitting in a chair at a college somewhere taking a stupid placement test! My brain is totally fried now! But the good news is, I got pretty good scores. And it went pretty well, aside from the fact that one of the computers I was using came unplugged in the middle of my intermediate algebra test, and then the one I switched to stopped connecting to the internet during college-level math, and then the fact that I, being the classic perfectionist, had to delete and rewrite the first two paragraphs I wrote in my essay before finishing it. Now if I hear the words "quotient," "f(x)," "tangent," or "eight to the power of two thirds," one more time, I will turn green, grow seventeen feet tall, get really buff and rip a hole in my living room wall, screaming "HULK SMASH!!!!!!" Trust me. Math sickness is an ugly thing.

Don't say that, Patar!

Okay, so, do you remember how I said that Patar has a tendency to go off into his own world? Well, just a while ago, I, being the teenager that I am, was sleeping late one morning. The Bruiser and Patar, being young kids, get up way earlier than I do, and tend to stay in their rooms and play, regardless of how many times I tell them to go and eat breakfast. I was laying in the top bunk of the bed, half asleep, The Bruiser was building legos and Patar was laying in his bed with his head in a copy of A. A. Milne's "Winnie The Pooh." Notice how I did not say reading. Because Patar was not reading the book. He had gone off into his own world again, and was now singing some disorganized melody, making up random words to go with it. This was pretty innocent for a while, until he started unconsciously making up random words that rhymed with Tigger. "Tigger, figger bigger...." You can probably see where this eventually went. Of course the only thought that went through my mind, given that I was still half asleep, was "He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" After that he began singing even more random words, and it went a little something like this: "Eyed the fishes and spongebob there a make a cake lalalalalala you b***ch, I...." Now, he had never heard the b-word in his life. At that point I was awake enough to tell Patar to stop.

Happy New Year!

Welcome to my blog! This is, as the web page says, my only post so far. But soon I'll be going blog-crazy, posting about whatever the ruddy heck I feel like posting about, whatever's going on in my life that's interesting. And there will be alot interesting going on, considering my sibling lineup. There's Banana, the oldest of my younger siblings, who's fourteen, stubborn as a mule, and likes most of the music I like (though I can't imagine why she can't stand Tears for Fears). Then there's Boo, the eleven-year-old, a "girly girl" you could say, who is absolutely wacky and very random, as well as prone to the oddest of habbits, then The Bruiser, nine years old, my oldest younger brother who has a tendency to repeat various noises and nonsensical phrases over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until I'm about ready to jump through the roof, and finally, there's Patar, the youngest, a six-year-old who tends to zone out and enter his own little universe, where he will subconciously sing, make various sounds, and say assortments of random words, usually while waving little army-men/action-figures/legos. With a lineup like that, how can you go wrong, right? Well, anyway, hope you enjoy reading my blog as much as I enjoy posting on it!