Sunday, May 15, 2011

Video Blogging, My Story Part 2.

So, last week I interviewed my close friend Hayley, who is a well-known youtuber, and I posted the audio of the interview, but as promised here is the video:



And Hayley made a parody of the interview here:


But, still, I'm left asking myself...what is everyone else's personal reasons for video blogging? So, it was a long shot, but I decided to ask my subscribers.


And, they answered.
I've gotten a few video responses, these are the only ones I've cleared permission with so far, so take a look at what Kai and Clare have to say:




So, where did we leave off? Right, I met a fellow videoblogger at orientation. This girl, that I mentioned beforehand, is named Hayley Hoover and as of this blog post she has 49,865 subscribers. Hayley spear-headed the collab channel movement, and is highly humorous but also insightful and her self-proclaimed painful high school experience has given teenagers all over the world hope that there is life beyond the lockers. Or something.
Hayley and I met at interesting points in our lives, we had finally left our high schools behind and could fully appreciate ourselves and find people to simply exist around, something that's a rare feat if you think about it. Finally content on finding more people in the world with my sense of humor I concluded that I loved college, and you know what? I did. Fall quarter freshman year very well may have been one of the best periods of my life. Was it because I had found friendship? Was it because I was out? I think it was a mix of things, but I began to realize that I'm at a place in my life where I can try to right my wrongs...so I sought out to do that.

If I had said befriending a famous youtuber came without benefits I'd be lying. But, it wasn't notoriety it was something that surpassed what I could have expected-friendship. For the first time in my life, people were listening to what I had to say and I realized that my story had gone unsung for far too long, and I looked the camera in the eye, and as out of fashion as it was I told the truth without fear of consequence. Soon, youtube knew everything from my sexuality, shattered family, daddy issues and my hopes and fears. My storytelling often left people speechless, but I didn't care-if I could inspire a moment of true thought in this sea of liking and stars and subscribers.

I befriended so many good people, people who didn't know what to think of me, but good people none the less. With the truth and friendship on my side, how could I lose? I ran into the storm, expecting my family to take my news well.

I was wrong.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Tech Fails.

I've been having a lot of trouble with my interview,and I still plan to post it in video form,but for the time being here's the audio:

http://soundcloud.com/yourfavoriteperson/interview

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Ignorance is Bliss, Cherish It.

When I was ten I started the fifth grade, and that was my favorite year of schooling. I found Harry Potter, I became my own person, and I had the best teacher ever. Though, it got off to a rocky beginning, and I think my imagination bloomed as a result of my escapism from a trauma that shook the world.

I'm not going to build up the morning of September 11th. The week my mother and I were going to take a special weekend outing to a festival in Indiana with my best friend. We'd been planning it for a year. I was in school, I went to go outside for morning recess and we were pulled back into the building in an abundance of screaming. I'll never forget the look of fear in our playground advisor's eyes. I ran inside and we were told only that they weren't allowed to talk about it. It's creepy as an adult to see a bunch of adults remain silent, and it's even more petrifying as a child. A classmate ran up to me and said that she'd seen my mother, and let her into the building so she could pay my tuition. My first thought was: idiot, we're on lockdown, that was a mistake. Then I took a sigh of relief. My mother was fine, and I could focus on finishing the day, so I could go home and find out what had happened.

Grandmother was waiting for me in the parking lot.

"What was it, what happened?" I screamed.

"Do you remember the twin towers we visited when we went to New York?"

"Yes, of course," I said, searching her face for more hints.

"They're gone."

We rushed to my godmother's house which was across the street. I sank to my knees at the sight of what was on the news, tears streaming down my face as the news anchors explained to me the situation and that was when I became aware of Osama bin Laden and all I could say was "I hope they find him."

A decade went by, and I just watched a video of Obama telling the world that bin Laden is dead. My country, my school, my culture is singing aloud like a scene from MunchkinLand.

I'm scared. Why am I strange? What is wrong with me to not have the first reaction of happiness when the man who had caused a world so much trouble is dead?

And, what's going to happen to us now?

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Oh Dear.

So, hi. Tuesday, I was prepared to come to class, discuss ALL THE THINGS, and then talk to Lydia like a boss about flakey bookclub members. Then, I woke up when class was over having set my alarm for PM instead of AM like a notboss, and then had my rear handed to me in email form about the new bookclub style.

I'mma let that stew in passive-aggression for a bit.

So, from my perspective something really amazing is starting to happen int he video blogging community and instead of taking notes on it I thought I'd blog my thoughts at this moment-

When I first gained momentum as a blogger, I worked in direct opposition to what I saw. I posted painfully honest videos in efforts to break the norm of rehearsed bullshit content and to let people know that it's okay to be exactly who they are.

For once, on this front, I do not feel completely alone.

Video bloggers have begun to rebel, they're getting angry. But, at who? This story seems to be developing...

Monday, April 25, 2011

Culture. Easter? Yes.

My family...if you asked them...would identify as being Christian, so we observe the holiday of Easter. For various people in my family this means various things. As I had an emotional reunion with my father, my little sister bitched about how she couldn't find the Easter Basket mom hid for her. My grandmother took me to see my aunt, whom stuffed my face with food and candy while I enjoyed the Hello Kitty Coloring Book.

I ate a lot of resse's eggs. The end.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Like, Movie Night, or Whatever. (Blogging With a New Voice...an Annoying Voice)

So, in my dorm-thingy, it's not uncommon for there to be these movie nights. Tonight they coupled it together with some charity so the groups of people were making blankents for kids or puppies or something, I wasn't paying attention because that makes me tired.

Tonight we watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I, which as far as I can tell is about a bunch of people with sticks that can make stuff explode. Pfft, they call that magic? You know what, real magic is the ability to download angry birds in 30 seconds on an Ipad. Which I cannot do. Thanks OU internet!

During this time, people like talked-they call that interaction and apparently that's illegal in the UK. Also, people hugged, did homework and even ate pizza.

Here's a piechart explaining how much pizza I've eaten:



The same chart made of actual Pizza:



Here it is after I ate it:


Here is an updated chart:


In conclusion, talking makes me tired.