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Wheezy Waiter is so cool, like. . . .Cool! :D *shot*
There we go!
Anyways, while surfing through my daily batch of YouTube
vloggy videos and stuff, somewhere between Hank Green music and Charlie’s
public relationship*, I found a guy named Wheezy Waiter
And oh my God he is weird!
Wheezy Waiter’s videos are, essentially, a random person’s
brain going on and on with virtually no omitting. . . . and a lot of great
editing.
He describes himself as being “a dude making weirdness
happen in his apartment nearly every weekday with the help of clones, a whale,
alligator, eagle, and everything else in the Wheezyverse.”, and trust me, the “clones”
are actually used. For once, it is not just some weird thing someone puts in
their description to be witty and fun. This guy actually uses clones in the
videos for jokes. Along with the Alligator, the eagle, and the whale!
Seriously, I don’t know if this guy is just made of awesome
or if I’m just too elated as seeing a person with such random thoughts and
actually having the balls to go through with them all!
If Charlie is awareness, and Cullen is conceits, Wheezy is
just weirdness. . . . . and it is amazing (and I totally did not mean for that
to sound this way).
This guy is an oddity of fun things and really smart words
of wisdom. He’s a definite must-see for
fans of Charlie and other fun oddballs!
8.5/10, would “Wheezy” again—I’m gonna start rating blogs
now.
Yes, I’ll go that.
With love
Nikola Strange
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My notes:
*Charlie’s got a girlfriend! :DD
As of, like, seven months ago or something, Charlie announced out loud on
youtube that he’s now in a public relationship with Bryarly Bishop! :DD
I was kinda sad, but after seeing how goddamn happy he was I was suddenly so
goddamn happy for him! I’m glad! Congradulations, Charlie! I hope you two’re great and happy-dandy as
hell. :3
My new crush lasted a total of less than 24 hrs. *sigh* Better than no crush at all, I guess! :)
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For about a year now, I’ve been watching “Charlieissocoollike”’s videos on YouTube
after a recommendation from a friend when she found I had had gotten into Chameleon Circuit(whom totally deserve their own post—multiple post).
After some pestering from this chum of mine, I decided it
was high-time to watch this so-called “Charlie” person. I tacked in the name
and clicked on a video: this odd-looking British boy with funny rusted hair was
staring back at me, talking about some everyday stuff he managed to make pretty interesting, along with some other at times oddball ideas, which again were delivered in an interesting manner.
Although I cannot remember the first video I watched, I
can remember greatly enjoying the videos I watched that week, and subscribing a
day or two into the discovery of Mr. McDonnell. And really, what wasn’t there to love? We’re
talking about a dude in his room/house making ridiculous videos that are
genuine and fun to watch. Every video concerns such normal things, yet since it's written
out and delivered to you so smoothly he makes them seem more exciting than when other
people do them, much like how the music tab makes your friend’s funny Facebook
status better turn into euphoria, and how gifs on tumblr can make buttered
toast the best thing on the planet, even if it’s a sarcastic post.
In fact, I remember being genuinely impressed at the amount of camera tinkering that went into his procrastination video (to the right).
Plus I am a huge fan of British humor, and he seems like a
great person, too. Very fun, relaxed (mostly), honest and downright fun/funny.
Yeah, this dude had another loyal follower.
It wasn’t until today, while procrastinating on all of the
things I said I was going to do today, that I realized something astonishing
while watching the Resolute Unicycling Muppet video. It was almost like the
skies had open up by decree of the universe so that a revelation could come to
pass--I have a crush on Charlie McDonnell!
As overly dramatic as that last sentence made it seem, my
secondary reaction (()) was strangely Gryffindorian*:
Every damn time.
I mean, yeah Charlie is great and deserves all the love in
the world as decreed by the laws of decent humanity and his legion of loyal
fangirls, but why did this legion need me? Why did I like him?
Maybe this is just my thing, but It didn’t initially make
sense to me, or maybe, as they say in my parent’s homeland, “Toda via no me caia el 20”^! So I began to really analyze what I define as beautiful:
As a younger version of me, I was often told that beauty
lied in the heart of the beholder, and the phrase stuck with me more than other words of wisdom for whatever reason, so I began to make my own definition of
beauty. . . .
And this is essentially what I’ve come up with:
Beauty is an emotion. It is not a question of being aesthetically
pleasing. There is an entire science behind what is aesthetically pleasing to
look at for another human being—what you would naturally be more inclined to
look at—all to create a perfect realism for products. And every now and again
some blessed individual will be born with that perfect face somewhat naturally.
But this is not the same as being beautiful. To be
beautiful, in my opinion, is to spark an emotion within a person—a feeling I
can only describe as beauty—to be happy, calm and accepting with an underlying but
distinct feeling of fascination towards the person of your affection. It’s the
distinct wanting to peel away at every layer of the onion and inspect each and
every single line of it—every expression, every flush of color, every movement
and shift in tone; to see what makes the person feel happy or sad or frightened
or whatever, and to be, during the entire process, fascinated, happy and grateful
they exist at all. That’s what I call being enamored.
Though logically I wouldn’t call it that, because I’ve never
really met Charlie in reality and probably never will—in fact, I’d be shocked
and ecstatic and too embarrassed to respond if he ever even found this post.
More so if he bothered to skim through it.
Not to mention I was thinking of my best friends while
writing out the definition, because “beautiful” isn’t just a unisex term in my
mind, is also isn’t exclusively romantic.
Because the way I see it, why not surround yourself with “beautiful”
people. People whom become so much more attractive with their flaws and fallbacks
and misgivings, because there’s so much to love about people—certain types of
people, I think; I’ve tricked myself into thinking all people are beautiful
because I ignore those I don’t think are, so I’m surrounded by my definition of
beauty (Does this post even make sense?)
Strangely enough, despite the fact I can see people as aesthetically
pleasing and do find myself gawking at exceptionally pleasing people, I don’t
ever find them physically attractive until I’ve pegged them with the title of
beautiful, and often find myself finding the closest of friends physically attractive
because they’re so beautiful.
And I found Charlie to be so beautiful during that video I
could not stand it.
Which made me sort of worry what it’d be like when he’d
change! Because I automatically connected it back to the “I’m excited” video,
and how people will always change and evolve as they grow, and if I now found
Charlie beautiful then it would be bound to end at some point in the future
when he’d change, right?!
Wrong, actually. I went back to watch some older videos of
his and found myself inwardly swooning like a woman from the 1950s. *Awkward*
This is a real person, and I will never know him, and I am
swooning like a girl from the 1950s while trying (and failing) to keep a
somewhat straight face.
I’ve been told about a million times my face is like a map.
*Sighs!* Regardless of my reaction to the chemicals in my
brain, Charlie is now the cutest British man in all the United Kingdom to me,
because he has become so beautiful.
So beautiful in fact, it’s now on my bucket list to hug him
and maybe have a conversation that doesn’t consist of awkward silence and “How
are you?” repeated over and over again.
Charlie, if you do by some odd miracle find this, you should
know that you’re lovely to me and to a ton of other people across the globe.
And I hope that thought puts a smile on your face. :3
With love
Nikola Strange
In celebration of my feelings, here’s Charlie:
My feelings exactly at the moment, more or less.
UPDATE: Charlie has a girlfriend by the name of Bryarly Bishop. Well, that crush lasted less than 24 hrs. :3
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These are my notes:
((by secondary reaction, I mean my feelings towards the feeling of suddenly
having a crush. . ..I don’t know if this is the correct term, or a term at all,
but it sounded smart and correct, so. . . .))
^”Toda via no me cae el 20”, or “The 20 hasn’t hit me yet” is an allusion to payphones
in Mexico, which once upon a time when they were real, would have some
difficulty accepting currency (20 cents, or “pesos”) because it would get stuck
on the way down. The phone would give you no notions of it receiving your money
until you tapped the side of it, much like you’d tap an old TV when the picture
would blur. The phrase is used now-a-days to express something that hasn’t
QUITE hit you yet. You’re waiting for it to register.
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Taking a bit from one of my favorite people on the internet.
. . . ever, Charlie McDonnell and Alex Day, I’ve decided to try and post up a group of little something called “Lifescout
Badges”, an idea by Mr. Day, or Nerimon on YouTube, to make Boy or Girlscout badges for things most human beings are generally
excited about as a means of motivation!
Here goes, and good luck not falling asleep *wink*:
Learning how to Archery Most recently I took an Archery class with one of my best friends at our
town’s Olympic Training Centers. It was the absolute bomb, and I couldn’t have
enjoyed it more. We kept making LOTR and Brave references and took extra
delight in making the yellow Thandrul’s face.
Learning to ride a bike
I was about 13 I’ll say when I first learned how to ride a bike (yes, I was
old). I took my neighbor’s old rusted bike, about two sizes too big for me, and
tried to not crash into cars (a task more daunting than you can believe). I’ve
had past horrible experiences with bikes, including ramming into a car right
when a group of older boys were walking by. . . . that day was not a nice one.
I’m proud I actually got back on the bike after that, though.
Learning to swim
Oh man that was fun! I almost drowned that day, but I managed to “swim” to the
deep end of the pool and not die! I can’t remember how old I was, but it’s been
a while: during a family vacation (and by this I mean my immediate family plus
a boatload of extended family members) to a place called Muleje in Baja
California, Mexico, I was the one kid in a group of at least six that could not
swim. It was the first thing I sought to learn upon reaching the pool. Though I
didn’t win any races that year, I did finally earn passage onto the deep end
and that was good enough for me.
Un peu. Je ne parle pas bien le français
(I totally know wtf this means).
Learning a different language
English is not my first language! That’s not an uncommon thing here in the States,
actually, especially considering that my hometown’s a massively diverse area.
Yet I still hold some pride and resentment towards that five year old whom
refused to speak Spanish in school for the entirety of kindergarten just to be
able to speak in English with all the other kids in the neighborhood: I learned
English via Pokémon and “chick flicks”, yet I wasn’t allowed to take my school’s
bilingual classes, thus killing my ability to communicate in Spanish much
farther than the average helper in a business setting (believe it or not, it’s
not much. It makes me sad.) I’m currently taking French and took three years of
Japanese (don’t ask me to speak or type in either please! I’m terrible!)
Look at it! OMG it's got little stubby legs! :D
Holding a snake
One of the first people I ever considered to be a friend was a proud owner of a
small snake. She was an absolute beauty we’d take care of together. I really
loved it as a kid, and remember it fondly now as a sort of adult.
Having a pet
We have owned a couple dogs at my house! Lots of dogs, actually. I want to try
my hand a cat at some point in life, particularly a Munchkin cat named
Napolecat (or Gatoleon in Spanish).
We're also called the Urban Knights!
That's a pretty damn awesome name!
Making it into collage
I made it into the Academy of Art University in San Francisco! Sure, that’s not
a big deal considering their lack of criteria, but to me it’s an important
first step! I wasn’t sure I even really wanted to go to College, despite my AP
class credits (I took ‘em for funsies). Finding a passion in animation set
things in motion for me, especially when I found out I sort of fit the bill
really well for what an animator should be—artistic, creative, attention to
detail, history nut, keen on diversity over routine, a bit of a tech nerd. I
found something and that’s important to me, less I’d refused to evolve as a
person at all.
As proof, here's a busy
Street in SF herself!
Going to San Francisco
I went to San Fran to visit the Collage I wanted to go to, actually, with my
best friend (whom will be dorming with me and eventually renting an apartment with
me). The city’s a gorgeous place, and definitely earns its’ reputation for
being one of the healthiest cities in America—the hills are ridiculous! You
cannot afford to eat junk food there, less you’re one of the elite few whom
have the luxury of being able to afford the parking meters (and even they
looked mad at the prices)! All in all, after you’ve found your way around, it’s
a small place, and rather cozy, yet still so much more vast than my own humble
hometown.
Moving out of Mom and Dad’s
This one’s a technicality, I think. . . .but I still think it’s an important
first step in my life. When I went to San Francisco to visit my collage, I got
sick on the last day and got scared. Because of this, I was silently crying on
the way back home, and it didn’t help that I had dropped my phone in the car
and thus lost communication to the rest of the world (and my parents, more
specifically my mother). So, partly for scholarships and partly for my own
sake, I moved into my older sister’s house. I set my own alarms, make my own
breakfast and dinner, and spend most of my days alone since my sister’s a
workaholic. Sure, my mother babysits my nephew and still takes me to school,
but I’m removing myself some, which I feel is important for me at the moment.
Going to Disneyland
Who, by God, in all the world doesn’t love Disney, or at the very least didn’t
love Disney at some point in their lives? I personally adore it! Every bit of i—well,
almost every bit of it. Despite being a national treasure of sorts, I don’t
think Disney’s too big to critique, but I digress. Disneyland’s a wonderful, beautiful place,
that in my mind never ceases to be amazing. As children, we’re all tricked to
believe it’s this magical kingdom where all dreams come true and no bad things
happen. As an older person, I’ve come to appreciate that trick. Bad things
happen all the time, but escapism never ceases to refresh the optimistic (and I
do this I’m pretty optimistic, for a pessimist).
Going to a party
I’m an antisocial schizoid, so parities are few and far between for me! I’m not
proud of the actions displayed by peers whom attend these parties with me (I’m
usually the killjoy in the corner, pretending not to know anybody), but in the
end it’s sort of lovely to see my friends having fun, even if it’s not the type
of fun I would normally have. In all their imperfections, my friends are
perfect and I enjoy seeing them like that—natural. A person never looks more
beautiful than they do while wearing their everyday expressions and walking in
everyday life. I seriously need a stalker camera to catch them in the act of
being beautiful.
Going to the Zoo
Zoos!! My hometown has a world-famous zoo, which I’ve visited over the years
and still greatly enjoy going to! As of late, I’ve only gone because of my
nephews and siblings, but I desperately want to go again to sketch out the
animals some. I love sketching out animals, and sometimes googling an image isn’t
enough of a challenge! XD
Made the playbill and
drew up costumes. ;)
Going to a school event
Again, I’m a bit of a schizoid so this is a rare activity for me: my best
friend was in a play*, which I actually had contributed a lot of my time to,
not to mention I knew a lot of people in the play and was close with the
teacher, so I was obliged to go. I thoroughly enjoyed it! Seeing those jolly
idiots spout Shakespere at each other might be the highlight of my senior year.
Going to Cancun
I got to go on my ninth birthday! My biggest memories were a) extending my
birthday to an entire week so I could get cake and “las mananitas” sung to me
at every restaurant, b) my cousin and uncle thoroughly annoying my older
sister, c) pretending I was old enough to drink with unalchoholic pina coladas,
d) meeting a little dude whom looked so much like my father we kept making “long-lost
son” jokes, and e) getting a stern talking to by a French lady whom was also
staying at our hotel, presumably over how “Madmuaselle” wouldn’t apply to a
woman of her age, and how I shouldn’t have been uttering French if I couldn’t
speak it!
Badges I still need to earn:
Visit New York
Visit Paris
Visit London
Successfully horseback ride
Hang-glide
Successfully blog
Successfully vlog, at least once in my life
Meet some of my “internet heroes”.
Collage
Finish at least SOME collage and get a job as an animator for a company somewhere
in the world
wind up working for Disney or Pixar
Sketch our animals at the zoo
Sketch out people in a natural habitat
*Gotta love the complete contradiction and utter disregard to mental disorders: A schizoid is, in common terms, a loner: they don't have many friends, seemingly have a lack of emotions, and tend to prefer solitary activity. . . . the more ya know! ;)
