Brainsurge

May the (mass)(acceleration) be with you too.
Salutations to the owner of Gregory Wallace: there is always a time for inside jokes.

Nameology

Every once in a while I'm reminded of the vast amount of Internet user names and nicknames I've used throughout my short life. Crazy big hoards of pettish titles that hide in my closet and snicker at me while I fall asleep. You could probably bombard me with these someday, should you wish to do so. The following are of the lesser-embarrassing type.

First you must eliminate all that have to do with the name Kismint and Plinkadink (which *gasp* are pen names, if you were in doubt).

-KMinty (derrr.)
-Plinkydink
-KaPlink
-KismintKate

Then you could add these that only a certain few of you might recall and really don't have much relevance (such as)...

-Coffeeish
-Bae
-Dukluk (anybody ever find out what Mukluk means?)

From there you would go ahead and throw these in:

-Grey (O' the Dawn, baby!! ;)
-Swordwielder (always.)
-Wielder of sword and lampshade
-The girl with the lampshade on her head
-Unbeknowest (oooh, none of you saw that one coming O_o)

And then you have the other, more varied few which include

-Stewieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (there is a true art to pronunciation on this one)
-Katertot (You see, names that are cool start with "K". This one is obviously very classy)

Apart from the above stated, there are of course, what we children-of-our-parents have come to distinguish as the "TERROR NAMES". That is, the nicknames too terrible and forged so repulsively in the depths out of deep dark awkward family stories that for them to be uttered aloud and in public seems the most dreadful and unthinkable tragedy of our time. Of course, we all have those moments in which our blessed fathers and mothers have the occasional slip-up and call you by one of these never-to-be-mentioned titles before the presence of others. It is at these moments, friends, in which we must stand firm---facing our undying peril of utter embarrassment with great steadfastness and unwavering courage---and continue on, shouldering our heavily squishing and burdensome load with a plaster smile. And though recovery from such a tidal wave of mortification seems dreadfully far and out of reach, we must live in faith that the terrors of the moment will be mere jokes when looked back on from the future.
Admit it. You have them too.

*sly face*

See? I know these things.
Don't worry, I got your back. Besides, a little embarrassment ain't ever killed no'n. That is my comfort to ye of little hope.

On the related note of names (lookit how smoothly I change the subject!), do you guys realize that the word of the day today is "kibitzer"?? Remind me to use this one at least thrice a day.

'Tis all,
signed,
the Kismint of many names

Hip-Hop Violinist and My Boring Life

Honestly, I just wrote you all a ton of random poems and prose and decided that it was too abstract to be entertaining. The things I do for you all...

Today was Tuesday. I don't usually do much on Tuesday. I woke up at 9:30, did my little exercise spiel (bwahahaha, figured out I can still hula-hoop like a boss), started school at noon and got distracted by watching Lindsey Stirling YouTube videos. 

Oh so awesome. 

(no I don't expect you to sit through them all, just pick one and be impressed)

My favorite!

Double win with the Piano Guys.

So. Stinkin'. Cool.

Are you inspired? I am.

Heyyy...I want an ice castle too.

But now you can see why I have to stretch really hard to find stories to present you with. That is, because my life is sort of not exciting. 

---Which is why most of what you hear about comes across as either really exaggerated or from the weirdest, most rambly parts of my brain. 

And just so that you know, I don't like monkeys. The tend to creep me out.

Time to go nighty-night.
K-Minty

Brain Infrastructure (etcetera)

I guess you can't really say that anyone fits a "personality type". We're all sort of mixes when it comes to our brain infrastructure. Somehow I find this extremely interesting. It always amazes me whenever I think about just how artistic God is when designing a human being.

Because I like to pick open my thoughts from time to time, I wrote the following.
Please note that it's 11:48PM and I'm in "that mood" that us night owls get.
I also keep on spelling "they" without the "y".

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I am an analyst. 

The people who look at something and reason over it for a given amount of time. They find the flaws, but they find the good too. They don't always see eye-to-eye with...well with anyone depending on the circumstances...but they are typically flexible around people with different outlooks, even if they seem to keep a little distant. They see things and store things in their minds and use everything they take in as a measuring stick. They use this to compare everything to everything and note the contrast. Sometimes this can cause a minor sense of insecurity. Over-thinking is what they do best, and sometimes they can get carried away with it. Think something along the lines of a sailboat in a tsunami and you'll get the idea of what it's like for an analyst to run away with their musings.

I am an idea-er.
The people who some call "creative" but should really be titled "zany brains". These people present the world with what their inspiration juices handed off to them. They're people of action (and procrastination). Idea-ers are builders. It's in their nature to create and expand upon. They work on projects, either in committees or on their own, and strive to get their words out. They want to show what they're capable of, so they're always looking for new ways to recycle ideas or conjure up new ones. Unfortunately, when it comes to Idea-ers, they are either too timid to use their gifts to the fullest or too confident and begin to show off. They crave applause and gratitude from others, wanting encouragement and supportive words.

I am an extrovert.
Extroverts are the people who love and live to see other people being happy around them. They love to make people laugh, they love to feel included, and they love to belong. Generally, they just love to love. But every extrovert is different from the next. Some are particularly loud and aspiring, while others are simply content with being around people who acknowledge and appreciate them. Extroverts are not shallow, loud people who like doing things for the sake of draw attention. Instead they are merely people who find it refreshing to play with others. Sadly, because they value their crowds and fellow humans to such a high extent, they are prone to acting only as they think others would want or be amused by rather than behaving as they truly are and/or feel.

I am a dreamer, a writer, a class clown, an artist, a child of God.
And that's pretty cool.

the Princess, the Swordsman, and the Saddle Maker

Hello friends. I'm happy to say that my writerliness-inspiration has returned after a week or two of drawing, reading, and photo-ing. That is, not to say that I didn't write, but only that I didn't feel like working on or devising any new novel/novella ideas.
But now I do.

I have this annoying habit of not finishing projects. Unfortunately, you're the one who gets more annoyed with it then I do---therefore, I go happily skipping to and fro from work space to work space and leaving the mess for you to sort and make sense of. That's how it is with my books and writerly-work.
For the past few hours I've been rebounding some old and recent (though more recent then old) ideas in order to create myself a nice little fantasy whim that I can use to keep myself busy. I miss writing fantasy. I really do. Not that I ever actually wrote (or have written) much at all, but after working my brains out on Upper Class last November (which, by the way, is still stuffed somewhere in the deep dark dank places of this computer's hard drive), I sort of started missing my made-up worlds and valiant swords-persons and archers. Not to say that futuristic post-apocalypse stories aren't enjoyable to write---on the contra'y, m'dear---but they just don't hit the spot like a good castle-and-dragon plot will.

So as of this minute I've got this going for me: (because I'm a nice person, I will show you my hard work)

For the first time ever, I actually did a very rough outline of the entire length of the book (it's only a prequel-type and leaves a large gap to fill with sequels) and made...CHAPTER TITLES.
(Keep in mind that I've only just done this within the last five hours. Everything is bound to change)

1. "Cameleopards at Daybreak"
2. "The Training of Geoffrey"
3. "A Pilgrim from Iseas"
4. "A Fit Saddle and a Crossed King" 
5. "Castle Corrupted"
6. "Blood, Fire, and Thieves" 
7. "To Save the Princess"
8. "A Circus Dissolved"
9. "The Girl in Irons" 
10. "En Route: the Exit"

And I'll go even further...CHARACTER NAMES. o_O

Milou Starr 

(That's "u" with one of those weird little apostrophe thingies above it.)

Leoy Cezna 

(Not Leroy. Leoy. LEE-OI. Leoy.)
Logan Tummat 

(Ha. Tummat sounds like Tennant. Just...realized that.)

Germione Raggart 

(To the few whom I spoke of that dream to: Ha. I told you I would.)

Geoffrey [of] Monmouth 

(Yes, yes. I see your confusion. But it's not what you think---I promise.)

See what happens when I take a break of writing? My brain gets all fizzy with ideas, that's what. Off to go write before I lose it all and start dragging. Somebody tell me I'm a genius.

With love and mad scientist smiles,

Kismint

Slide Shooooooooooow

I take pictures on walks around my house.

Song: Stop Don't Stare || One Republic

Like a Snowflake

In ode to January.

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I am cold. Like a snowflake. I dance and sparkle and squeal with joy as I float to the earth---to the people who watch me with wide eyes. This is my stage. I perform here and now. This is my song. I choose to sing it loudly. And when winter ends, I only hope that you'll be the first to remember me. Remember the ice, the sleet on the sidewalk and the frost in the windows. Remember the way you smiled by the fireplace and the times that we laughed together with our eyelashes white with sugar crystals that fell from the sky. And don't forget.

Don't forget, even in the summertime when the firework nights are never ending, that I'll return. And then you'll find your winter wonderland again.