my house.

So, you know, I mention my island a lot (even in the TITLE of my blog) and so I thought maybe you'd wanna see where I actually live, cause I think it's pretty cool. I mean, it's no Mount Olympus, but... TADA.

That forest-y island up there is where I go and think. And knit. Come visit sometime.

*nausicaa*

my ukulele. yes. i have taken it up.

Isn't it so me?

*nausicaa*

my favorite video.

Okay, so you all know how much I love Arthur, so I thought I should share with you a video that has really changed my life. Okay. Just click the link right down there. I'm so excited.

The Video

Comment and tell me watcha think...

*nausicaa*

halloween!

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a few days, but whaddaya know? THAT'S LIFE. I just needed to post today because tomorrow is my favorite day of the year! HALLOWEEN!!!! As you might have deduced, I'm pretty excited. That's because Halloween is the one day of the year where you can be someone you're not and no one cares. After thinking for a long time about what to be, I've decided I'm going as..................Nausicaa. I'm wearing my toga.

Now, you might be thinking, actually, scratch that. I KNOW you're thinking, "What the heck is she thinking, going as herself?" But I have an answer to your question. I spent a while on this too. I was going to be a goddess, but then I thought to myself, "There aren't any goddesses that are really COOL." Like, REALLY awesome. And then I thought, "Hey Nausicaa, you made a tie-dye toga. I mean, come ON that is pretty cool if you ask me." I knitted it, too. With my GLOW IN THE DARK KNITTING NEEDLES. Beat that.

So I decided to go as the me that I want to be, but can't be. And partly the me that I already am that my dad hates. Only he doesn't really hate me, he just gets cranky a lot because that's how he is.

I used a lot of capitals in this post.

*nausicaa*

P.S. Boo.

my toga.

This is my toga. I made it.

I understand if it doesn't look like I knit it but that's just because I'm THAT GOOD.

*nausicaa*

tralalalala...skipping through the fields of asphodel...

I'm kind of fascinated by the underworld. If you don't know what that is, you need to get a life. The underworld is just about the most amazing, legendary place in Greece. I kind of wish it were a landmark or a tourist attraction rather than where you go when you die, because I would go on vacation there. Definitely. When I express my (above) enthusiasm for Tartarus, I get a trip to the family therapist. Or rather, he comes to me. He sits there with his wrinkly hand on his chin and asks me the same, drab questions over and over again. He's like an iPod set on repeat. "How do you feel about that?" "How does that make you feel?" "What feelings resonate inside of you when this happens?" If you didn't get the hint, he asks the same things, but this man thinks he's SO SMART that if he rewords the questions I won't catch on. I caught on. Occasionally, I'll even be lucky enough to get, "Let's paint our feelings!" Sometimes I want to laugh at him. Sometimes I do. My life is boring. My toga is finished. I have nothing else to do, so I sit and wait, dreaming about my life when I'm dead. Maybe I am dead. Who knows? Life is tricky like that, and I don't have the patience or the attention span to figure it out.

Wow. Gee wiz. Oh my Gods. That was a pretty serious little rant up there. I don't know if I'd call it a rant. But it was SOMETHING. I'm not usually that serious. But I really do hate that man.

*nausicaa*

island gossip

So, I've noticed how on other blogs, people tend to post at least a little bit of gossip, (YES, I am talking about YOU Perez Hilton!) so I thought maybe I should do the same. Actually, it's not up for discussion. I've decided already. I'm adding gossip to this blog. Period. Done. Sorry if you get mentioned, but that's just the way life is.

Of course, we've all heard about Zeus' scandalous affairs, and it's getting to be a bit OLD. NEWS. Hera needs to get over herself. But what about our new charming hero, Odysseus? He was recently spotted hanging out on an unidentified island with one Calypso. Word on the street is, she's got him on a pretty tight leash. Is Odysseus becoming the new Zeus, what with all of his *new acquaintances* and what about his wife, Penelope? Is she gone with the wind, or should I say, island breeze?

What? You think I know? This is my first island gossip post. I don't have any of the answers. This isn't TMZ, you know.

*nausicaa*

simply to clarify

I don't know if you've been clicking on the links I've so generously supplied in my previous posts, but they do take you to other blogs. Blogs of people I know. Such as my friends. And if so, you might have noticed that some people have been saying that I'm the type that orders them around and asks them to "fetch" me things. They're not dogs. I hope you've established THAT much. But I just wanted to say that I don't boss people around, in fact, quite the contrary. Regardless of popular belief, I am very self-sufficient. Just wanted to let you know.

*nausicaa*

P.S. I'm not a dog either.

so long, farewell, auf weidersehen...you know the rest

Hello everybody out there. This blog might be kaput in a couple of days...I know. I can just hear the one person who actually reads this sobbing hysterically. But I'm actually being serious. I'm always somewhat serious, even if I'm serious about being random, but anyway, my dad read my blog. I guess I had gone in to get some gummi snakes or whatever and I left my computer open. Of course, being the nosy little *something* that he is, he read it all, and none of the stuff on here is actually that bad. But of course, when I came back his face was all red and squished up, and it looked like his toupee might have melted off of his head. And he was like, "Explain to me what this is" and so I told him that it was like a journal that other people could read. Coming from ancient times, he didn't really get it, so I had to explain the whole, THIS is a computer and THIS is the internet thing to him again.

And then his face got pretty tight again and he goes "Do you KNOW how many creepers there are on the internet?!?!?!" and I gave him one of those looks you must have given your dad sometime in your life, you know, when you want to say "SERIOUSLY dad?" After some yelling and rolling of eyes, my father defiantly declared that there shall be no more writing on the blog. I don't care to mention this little post, and I'm certainly not telling him about the people I've already had conversations with on here. I mean, he thinks you guys are CREEPERS. 'Nuff said, I'm not deleting this blog, so he can deal with it on his own time.

*The ironic thing is, I was watching my dad read my blog from the house, and I thought I saw him laughing.

*nausicaa*

hmmm...

I want to learn the ukulele. Or the harpsichord.

run like the wind.

So. I'm kinda thinking about running away. I was reading Helen (of Troy)'s blog and she was ranting about running away and not having a life in Troy and all that...you can read about it here. It got me thinking about how boring sitting around and knitting is. I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE singing along to punk music under my breath and envisioning myself as a rockstar, but big things don't happen to everyone. My parents are the busy type...meaning I'm the alone type. So Helen, if you're reading this, I would love to run away with you. All I need is a lollipop and my boombox, and I'm good. I don't really think my parents would miss me...maybe. Not. Okay, now I'm being like Helen, rambling on about what to do. I'm kinda stuck. I need to think this over more. I need to finish knitting my toga.

*nausicaa*

♫ every little thing is gonna be alright ♫

my tv debut!!

Hey guys!! Soooo, right now I'm filming a new reality show called The Real Heroes of Mount Olympus....and I'm playing Danae (you know, from the legend of Perseus), so you guys should check it out cause it's gonna be SUPERFANTASTICAL.

Woah. I sounded really excited up there. But still, being on TV is PRETTY EXCITING. I wish I could say something like, "On Tuesdays at 8/7 central on Bravo" but it's pretty small scale. Even so...please watch! I think I'll go knit some more. I'm working on a toga.

*nausicaa*

me.

I figured you might want a better picture of me...so here it is! I'm not exactly beautiful...but like I said before: I AM NOT LIKE THOSE STUPID FAIRYTALE PRINCESSES so if that's what you were expecting from this new blog of mine, go away.

That little guy on my shoulder is my squirrel fox. His name is Phil.

of course i forgot...

Odysseus wanted me to let people out there know that he has a blog too. (I guess this is some kind of revolution or something...) So just look down there at the link and click it if you please.

Here it is:

Odysseus' Blog

^^^^^^^^^^^

click it.

*nausicaa*

day number....OMG WHO CARES!! *please read on!*

Hi guys what's up? Not much. There's nothing going on with me. No. Yes. There is something going on with me. YES. There is. AAAAAAAHHH. I'm gonna burst! Okay. I'll tell you.

ODYSSEUS CAME TO THE CITY!!!!****!*!*!*!*!*!**!*!*!!!!!!! *wh-hoo!* *chorus bells ringing*

I was, you know, doing what I normally do....hanging with my girl Cleo and all of a sudden...a man appeared from the bushes. I was eating my PB&J and so naturally, I dropped it. Cause it wasn't just a man. It. was. a. NAKED. MAN. *gasps* And he was kinda lost....so I gave him some clothes, but I was kinda embarrassed because all I had was my really old Metallica t-shirt that I got at one of their concerts that was WAAYYY too big for me, so there he was, in the heeeeeuge shirt walking around. But as you might have figured out, I'm not the kind of girl that shies away from adventure (Cleo is) so I started talking to this man. I found out his name is Odysseus, he was trying to get home from that stupid war, and *sigh* he is married. Cleo was kinda just watching from the bushes...but I didn't expect her to start drooling or something *awkward...*

Anyways....Odysseus was like, "I need to talk to your folks" and I was like, "Okay" and so he talked to my dad and everything but OF COURSE I couldn't escort him anywhere because then everyone would start saying things about me. Oh. Did I mention that everyone in this city is a gossip? Yeah. Well, they are. So I had to let Odysseus go....so much for that....

*nausicaa*

day number one.

Hey fellow bloggers. I'm Nausicaa. This is my first post on this thing (if "day number one" didn't already tell you that) and I'm not really sure how this is gonna go. I guess I should tell you about myself? Okay, so I live in the City of the Phaeacians, weird name, I know, and my dad is the king. So I guess that makes me the princess...but don't get me wrong, I'm not like those stuck up brats you've probably read about in those fairytales. I actually have friends and a life. Buuuut enough about that...I like the color purple and punk music and staying up late and knitting (I'm the well-rounded type) and now I guess I can add BLOGGING to that list. *!!!* I've read a couple blogs in my fairly short life and have found that these people don't post everyday, even though they say they do....but of course, who in the world has time?!?! So I'm not gonna lie to you, whoever you are, and say that this is gonna be a daily thing. It's not. But I'll try to post when I can about my daily adventures (or weekly, or something...)

Wow. I don't think I did too bad for a first time blogger....but I'm still learning. Bye for now.

*nausicaa*

OOhhhh I almost forgot...one of my friends has one of these blogs too....so I guess you should check it out @ justanothermaiden.blogspot.com! Hey. She named it after me. WOW. Ok. Surprise is over. Check it out. Bye.