inspired by esther earl's video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fa3XHeMtY3s
"i kind of urge you to write in your diary or your blog post or a video or on a postit your feelings, because it feels good to kind of see what they are."
rest in awesome, sweetheart.
disclaimer: this is going to be me selfishly rambling about myself. and it's not going to be humorous. and it's going to have uncensored language. and people are going to get offended. sorries.
moving on!
i feel fear, i guess. i'm afraid of making the wrong choices. i'm afraid of fucking things up. i'm afraid of wasting time. i'm afraid that my life is meaningless. i'm afraid that there is a god who's as hateful as christians make him out to be. i'm afraid that hell exists. i'm afraid religions are right. i'm afraid religions are wrong. i'm afraid that i'll never find the right answers. i'm just. afraid.
i feel overwhelmed. there are too many paths i could take and i'm overwhelmed by all of them, i'm overwhelmed by all the decisions that have to be made. "our lives are made up of finite moments and we choose what to do with those moments." -john green in a recent vlogbrothers video. i'm overwhelmed by the amount of things that i could be doing with those moments, and the opportunity cost of every fleeting second.
i feel jealous of the people who have a hundred percent confidence in what they believe, be they muslims, atheists, christians, buddhists, hindu, etcetcetc. i covet the sense of peace they must have. i'm jealous of the fact that they don't wrestle with this sort of existential angst and fear every. waking. moment.
at the same time, i feel angry at people who try to throw religion at me like it's fact. i LOVE learning about religions and science, but i want to learn about it in an unbiased manner. when people start throwing "god loves you!" and "you were created to worship god!" and "you'll go to hell if you don't believe exactly like i do, you infidel!" at me, then i get pissed. i want to think for MYSELF. i want to get the facts and sort through them on my own and come to my own conclusions. i do not want your personal beliefs shoved down my throat like a dirty sock. (heheh, i like that analogy.) i want to have my own beliefs, not yours. kthxbai.
i feel happy that i am alive, no matter what ends up happening after death. i feel happy that i have a family that loves me, very few health problems, and very little reason to have my anxiety levels through the roof (irrational teenagerdom sucks).
i feel hopeful when i watch inspirational people like esther and john and hank. i feel hopeful that maybe someday i can be one of those inspirational people. (and then get worried all over again that i never will be whoops.)
i feel sad a lot. there's really no reason for it. i just do.
i feel peace on those rare occasions that i realize i've done okay things in the world. peace in those moments where i feel sure that the good i've done has outweighed the resources i've wasted.
i feel regret that certain things happened, but i'm also glad they did because i feel like i'm a stronger person because of it.
ultimately, i try to feel invincible. but sometimes it's hard.
and there's a bunch more inside me that i'm feeling but it's hard to sort it all out. up there ^^ is the vast majority of it all.
see you later.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
vlogging!
hello, my eight precious followers! *cackle* long time no see. there has really been nothing interesting to report. or maybe i've just been lazy. probably the latter, because as we know, my life is OH SO EXCITING.
i just got back from seeing the movie "contagion", which was excellent even if i despised the ending.
also, i have decided that i am going to start vlogging because i am THAT COOL. and also because wasting time by talking to a camera is fun. my sister needs to teach me how to use windows movie maker. chances are it will fail miserably but i'm totally cool with that. i've done vlogs in the past and they have all FAIIIILED but that is probably because of my lack of editing software prowess.
this is a short update because i'm still feeling particularly lazy.
see you later.
i just got back from seeing the movie "contagion", which was excellent even if i despised the ending.
also, i have decided that i am going to start vlogging because i am THAT COOL. and also because wasting time by talking to a camera is fun. my sister needs to teach me how to use windows movie maker. chances are it will fail miserably but i'm totally cool with that. i've done vlogs in the past and they have all FAIIIILED but that is probably because of my lack of editing software prowess.
this is a short update because i'm still feeling particularly lazy.
see you later.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
the art of exhaustion.
hello, my eight precious followers! *cackle*
wow EIGHT FOLLOWERS OMG this is intense. with every new person thinking my words are actually important, my sense of self-worth grows.
so in the four days of school that we've had so far, i've pulled all-nighters for two of them, and most-nighters for the other two. yesterday during last period i had been awake for twenty-eight hours (after only getting five hours of sleep the previous night) and my last period of the day was math.
i proceeded to hallucinate and think that i was instant messaging, which caused me to write a bunch of strange random IM crap all over my notes. when i came out of it a bit later, i had to figure out what i was trying to write down before totally tripping out, erase what i wrote while i was tripping out, and then pretend that i had been paying attention the entire time. luckily, even though i have the front seat in the classroom, my teacher was so into his lecture on geometry definitions and whatever that he didn't notice. although it's entirely possible he did notice and just didn't care because people in Dumb Kid Class do that all the time.
my english class might not be so bad, though. i mean, the teacher probably doesn't like me because i spent forty minutes putting five hundred smiley face stickers on my notebook yet neglected to do my homework, but that's okay. he's really into writing, and gave us these notebooks that we're apparently supposed to journal in? of course, we can't write anything interesting because even though he says he's not going to read them, there's a chance he totally will, especially if he's concerned that you're a mental case. although if i was a teacher there's NO WAY i'd read through a hundred kids' chickenscratch, so maybe i should stop being paranoid.
at any rate, he gives us prompts and shit to write with, so that's always a fun time. i feel entitled to awesomeness and a pedestal and stuff since i can actually write. sort of. not really. i pretend i can write and hope for the best.
two of my closest friends have moved away and are not in school anymore, which makes me feel kind of like half of me has been torn away. although mcsparklepants and robin (if either of them are reading this, shoutout guys!!) are still around, so they will probably be periodically mentioned.
update on my house of night rereading - *twitch*
anyway, that's about all i have to say for the moment. just wanted to let you know that i'm alive and everything.
see you later.
wow EIGHT FOLLOWERS OMG this is intense. with every new person thinking my words are actually important, my sense of self-worth grows.
so in the four days of school that we've had so far, i've pulled all-nighters for two of them, and most-nighters for the other two. yesterday during last period i had been awake for twenty-eight hours (after only getting five hours of sleep the previous night) and my last period of the day was math.
i proceeded to hallucinate and think that i was instant messaging, which caused me to write a bunch of strange random IM crap all over my notes. when i came out of it a bit later, i had to figure out what i was trying to write down before totally tripping out, erase what i wrote while i was tripping out, and then pretend that i had been paying attention the entire time. luckily, even though i have the front seat in the classroom, my teacher was so into his lecture on geometry definitions and whatever that he didn't notice. although it's entirely possible he did notice and just didn't care because people in Dumb Kid Class do that all the time.
my english class might not be so bad, though. i mean, the teacher probably doesn't like me because i spent forty minutes putting five hundred smiley face stickers on my notebook yet neglected to do my homework, but that's okay. he's really into writing, and gave us these notebooks that we're apparently supposed to journal in? of course, we can't write anything interesting because even though he says he's not going to read them, there's a chance he totally will, especially if he's concerned that you're a mental case. although if i was a teacher there's NO WAY i'd read through a hundred kids' chickenscratch, so maybe i should stop being paranoid.
at any rate, he gives us prompts and shit to write with, so that's always a fun time. i feel entitled to awesomeness and a pedestal and stuff since i can actually write. sort of. not really. i pretend i can write and hope for the best.
two of my closest friends have moved away and are not in school anymore, which makes me feel kind of like half of me has been torn away. although mcsparklepants and robin (if either of them are reading this, shoutout guys!!) are still around, so they will probably be periodically mentioned.
update on my house of night rereading - *twitch*
anyway, that's about all i have to say for the moment. just wanted to let you know that i'm alive and everything.
see you later.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
the first day of school.
i spent the whole day fantasizing
about jumping off tall bridges
or buildings.
enough said.
about jumping off tall bridges
or buildings.
enough said.
Monday, August 15, 2011
american accents.
hello, my seven precious followers! *cackle*
i'm tired after spending several hours walking around trying to find acceptable clothes to buy. also school starts on thursday, which automatically puts me in a pissy mood. and it's as usual the middle of the night. and i'm watching criminal minds. but here is a rant as promised.
who the hell came up with american accents, and where can i defile their grave?
seriously, was it noah webster? because if it was, my new life goal is to invent a time machine so i can go back and KICK HIS ASS. ugh.
so. ugly. so nasally and obnoxious and just plain awful. it doesn't matter what american accent it is (there are a TON), it is horrible.
accents vary by region, and then within the region there are apparently subsets of accents. (for example, according to people, all new englanders have accents. however, maine and massachusetts people have slightly different accents from new hampshirites and connecticuticians. and boston has an accent all its own. i can't hear any differences whatsoever, but whatever floats their boats.)
and i want to just KILL ALL OF THEM.
RARGH.
i'd feel so bad if i ever went overseas to australia or the UK or something! because as soon as you open your mouth, you are immediately asserting a few things:
1. hello, i'm an obnoxious tourist.
2. i hail from the land of Fat, Lazy, and Stupid.
3. my voice shall grate against your ears.
(are any of you seven followers australian or british? do american accents piss you off?)
american chicks go wild for guys with accents. i'm of the firm opinion that it isn't because their accents make their voices more attractive, it's because our accents make our voices uglier.
sighhhhhhh. okay i'm done.
on another note, we had a potentially rabid bat flitting around in our fireplace, but i think it might have flown back up the chimney now. exciting stuff.
would do the ipod shuffle thing, but i don't want to get up, and with my luck you'd get yet ANOTHER depressing song.
see you later.
i'm tired after spending several hours walking around trying to find acceptable clothes to buy. also school starts on thursday, which automatically puts me in a pissy mood. and it's as usual the middle of the night. and i'm watching criminal minds. but here is a rant as promised.
who the hell came up with american accents, and where can i defile their grave?
seriously, was it noah webster? because if it was, my new life goal is to invent a time machine so i can go back and KICK HIS ASS. ugh.
so. ugly. so nasally and obnoxious and just plain awful. it doesn't matter what american accent it is (there are a TON), it is horrible.
accents vary by region, and then within the region there are apparently subsets of accents. (for example, according to people, all new englanders have accents. however, maine and massachusetts people have slightly different accents from new hampshirites and connecticuticians. and boston has an accent all its own. i can't hear any differences whatsoever, but whatever floats their boats.)
and i want to just KILL ALL OF THEM.
RARGH.
i'd feel so bad if i ever went overseas to australia or the UK or something! because as soon as you open your mouth, you are immediately asserting a few things:
1. hello, i'm an obnoxious tourist.
2. i hail from the land of Fat, Lazy, and Stupid.
3. my voice shall grate against your ears.
(are any of you seven followers australian or british? do american accents piss you off?)
american chicks go wild for guys with accents. i'm of the firm opinion that it isn't because their accents make their voices more attractive, it's because our accents make our voices uglier.
sighhhhhhh. okay i'm done.
on another note, we had a potentially rabid bat flitting around in our fireplace, but i think it might have flown back up the chimney now. exciting stuff.
would do the ipod shuffle thing, but i don't want to get up, and with my luck you'd get yet ANOTHER depressing song.
see you later.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
maine trees vs. new hampshire trees
hello, my seven precious followers! *cackle*
this is gonna be a pretty miscellaneous blog, guys. as such, it will contain personal anecdotes, 'coming soon's, and general boringness. feel free to not read it.
i'm at my uncle's up in maine, which is basically like being at a five-star hotel. the only drawback is that this keyboard is the loudest, clackiest keyboard i've ever typed with. *cringes*
no but seriously. his house is three times the size of ours, complete with hot tub, inlaw apartment, huge backyard (with small fountain), sauna, home theater, and BOOKS EVERYWHERE. plus he stocked up on pizza goldfish (by that i don't mean pizza and goldfish, i mean pizza flavored goldfish) and diet pepsi, because he prides himself on being the perfect host and as such has to construct our personal heaven.
he does a freaking good job of it. i feel like i'm related to a god.
in other news, my hair is awesome. looks sort of like flaming cotton candy. i feel like a bamf.
we went on a whale watch today and saw a bunch of sea life. i'm an ocean junkie, so it was nice for me to just be out on the water. my uncle educated us on GDFLs (that's techie speack for god damn f***ing lobster pots) and lighthouses. woot.
also, we spent a lot of time chilling in aforementioned home theater. it's covered in posters of nazi zombies and lesbian vampires. we watched sweeney todd, edward scissorhands, winter's bone, and severance, which was fun.
quick notes on each movie:
sweeney todd - the johnny depp version. i actually really like it, aside from the fact that helena bonham carter doesn't have a voice for mrs. lovett sighhhh.
edward scissorhands - whaaaaaaaat.
winter's bone - made me excited all over for jennifer lawrence as katniss. SHE KICKS ASS.
severance - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh european horror comedies.
(why am i updating this blog instead of writing my nano?)
(why am i awake? it's 2:30 in the morning.)
(oh right. diet pepsi. curse that stuff.)
gah clackclackclack keyboard.
anyway! for those of you who are still reading, coming soons!
i'm rereading the first house of night book so i can give it a scathing review. it's just - oh - oh god. *twitches* even worse than i remember. like, i'm not even going to apologize for offending you if you like the series, because if you like the series YOU NEED TO BE SLAPPED WITH A FISH.
i'll probably do the same for max ride, although that won't be so bad. the main problems i had with it were the narrator's obnoxiousness, the sequelitis, and the lack of psychological damage. but whatever i'll save it for the review.
coming very, very soon (probably tomorrow) is my rant on american accents. i suspect it will be short, yet poignant. rawr.
(in case you're wondering, i'm not going to do anything with twilight. i feel like i'd be beating a long, long, LONG dead horse.)
i just looked at the blog post title and went 'lolwut' and then remembered that i was also going to compare maine and new hampshire SO.
uh. they both have, uh, trees. maine's are prettier, i guess? and uh. lots of rocks. new hampshire rocks > maine rocks.
also maine has sales tax. HAHA LOSERS. *points and laughs*
well, i'm done wasting your time. will update soon.
(also i haven't been doing the ipod thing. i'm considering just nixing it, but my ipod is within arm's reach so i'll do it for this one. would you believe - your favorite enemies. HAPPY SONGS, Y'ALL.)
see you later.
this is gonna be a pretty miscellaneous blog, guys. as such, it will contain personal anecdotes, 'coming soon's, and general boringness. feel free to not read it.
i'm at my uncle's up in maine, which is basically like being at a five-star hotel. the only drawback is that this keyboard is the loudest, clackiest keyboard i've ever typed with. *cringes*
no but seriously. his house is three times the size of ours, complete with hot tub, inlaw apartment, huge backyard (with small fountain), sauna, home theater, and BOOKS EVERYWHERE. plus he stocked up on pizza goldfish (by that i don't mean pizza and goldfish, i mean pizza flavored goldfish) and diet pepsi, because he prides himself on being the perfect host and as such has to construct our personal heaven.
he does a freaking good job of it. i feel like i'm related to a god.
in other news, my hair is awesome. looks sort of like flaming cotton candy. i feel like a bamf.
we went on a whale watch today and saw a bunch of sea life. i'm an ocean junkie, so it was nice for me to just be out on the water. my uncle educated us on GDFLs (that's techie speack for god damn f***ing lobster pots) and lighthouses. woot.
also, we spent a lot of time chilling in aforementioned home theater. it's covered in posters of nazi zombies and lesbian vampires. we watched sweeney todd, edward scissorhands, winter's bone, and severance, which was fun.
quick notes on each movie:
sweeney todd - the johnny depp version. i actually really like it, aside from the fact that helena bonham carter doesn't have a voice for mrs. lovett sighhhh.
edward scissorhands - whaaaaaaaat.
winter's bone - made me excited all over for jennifer lawrence as katniss. SHE KICKS ASS.
severance - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh european horror comedies.
(why am i updating this blog instead of writing my nano?)
(why am i awake? it's 2:30 in the morning.)
(oh right. diet pepsi. curse that stuff.)
gah clackclackclack keyboard.
anyway! for those of you who are still reading, coming soons!
i'm rereading the first house of night book so i can give it a scathing review. it's just - oh - oh god. *twitches* even worse than i remember. like, i'm not even going to apologize for offending you if you like the series, because if you like the series YOU NEED TO BE SLAPPED WITH A FISH.
i'll probably do the same for max ride, although that won't be so bad. the main problems i had with it were the narrator's obnoxiousness, the sequelitis, and the lack of psychological damage. but whatever i'll save it for the review.
coming very, very soon (probably tomorrow) is my rant on american accents. i suspect it will be short, yet poignant. rawr.
(in case you're wondering, i'm not going to do anything with twilight. i feel like i'd be beating a long, long, LONG dead horse.)
i just looked at the blog post title and went 'lolwut' and then remembered that i was also going to compare maine and new hampshire SO.
uh. they both have, uh, trees. maine's are prettier, i guess? and uh. lots of rocks. new hampshire rocks > maine rocks.
also maine has sales tax. HAHA LOSERS. *points and laughs*
well, i'm done wasting your time. will update soon.
(also i haven't been doing the ipod thing. i'm considering just nixing it, but my ipod is within arm's reach so i'll do it for this one. would you believe - your favorite enemies. HAPPY SONGS, Y'ALL.)
see you later.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
various rages.
hello, my seven precious fo -
waitwhat?!
since when has my population of pretty followers (*customary cackle*) almost doubled since my last entry?
...oh right, the shameless self-promotion. forgot.
ANYWAY. hi. i appreciate you all being in my clutches.
gonna stick with the non-capitalization for now, since i didn't get a chorus of people screaming and begging and yelling "NOOO PLEASE WE NEED PROPER CAPITALIZATION OR WE WILL ALL BE INFECTED WITH UNCAPITALIZED RABIES" or some other strange uncapitalized disease.
right now i have rages to, uh, rage about. so here it goes!
1. the house of night series. although this is a long, long, long rage that i should save for another day. *tucks into back of mind*
2. the max ride series. same as above.
3. people who don't like john green novels. it's one of those personal bias things. admittedly they are formulaic (which is why i'm excited to see how he does with 'the fault in our stars'; it seems considerably different from his usual!) and a bit bipolar. but still. uh. yeah.
4. american school systems. seriously, what is this. you make it illegal for people to quit school (at least in new hampshire, not sure how it is in other states) until they're legally an adult, which means we get to spend our four high school years with kids who don't want to be there at all. i mean, quitting school is a pretty dumb thing to do in the first place, since you can't get anywhere without a high school degree. but still.
which brings me to the next point of this rage! not getting anywhere without a high school degree. whose idea was it to structure schools like this? i wouldn't mind this whole notion if we actually, like, DID USEFUL THINGS in high school, but you don't. you waste eight hours learning about something that will have nothing to do with whatever your major in college is, so that your teachers can mark down pretty numbers about how many pretty little test questions you answered right, and how good your pretty little essays are. at the end of four pretty little pointless years, a college looks at these pretty numbers and either says, "hey, let's let this chick/dude/other gender into our school cause they must be REALLY SMART AND HARDWORKING hurrdurr" or "NO, DUMBFACE, GTFO".
(that's a simplified version, stuff like SAT scores and community service and extracurriculars also factors in, but that's the gist of it.)
so i wasted eight hours a day, five days a week, for four years, so that a college can look at a slip of paper and decide if i'm good enough to learn anything that will actually benefit me in life.
what the hell.
just.
what the hell.
although from my other entries you can probably gather that i hate school in general. i don't think that invalidates this, because i'm not writing this from an "omgz y do i have 2 drag my butt 2 a desk in da morningz", i'm writing this from "WHY IS THIS STRUCTURED SO STUPIDLY", but feel free to think i'm biased.
okay.
that felt so good.
people who actually read to the end, i applaud you. *claps*
i feel better now okay. will rage about the house of night and max ride series(es?) presently.
see you later.
waitwhat?!
since when has my population of pretty followers (*customary cackle*) almost doubled since my last entry?
...oh right, the shameless self-promotion. forgot.
ANYWAY. hi. i appreciate you all being in my clutches.
gonna stick with the non-capitalization for now, since i didn't get a chorus of people screaming and begging and yelling "NOOO PLEASE WE NEED PROPER CAPITALIZATION OR WE WILL ALL BE INFECTED WITH UNCAPITALIZED RABIES" or some other strange uncapitalized disease.
right now i have rages to, uh, rage about. so here it goes!
1. the house of night series. although this is a long, long, long rage that i should save for another day. *tucks into back of mind*
2. the max ride series. same as above.
3. people who don't like john green novels. it's one of those personal bias things. admittedly they are formulaic (which is why i'm excited to see how he does with 'the fault in our stars'; it seems considerably different from his usual!) and a bit bipolar. but still. uh. yeah.
4. american school systems. seriously, what is this. you make it illegal for people to quit school (at least in new hampshire, not sure how it is in other states) until they're legally an adult, which means we get to spend our four high school years with kids who don't want to be there at all. i mean, quitting school is a pretty dumb thing to do in the first place, since you can't get anywhere without a high school degree. but still.
which brings me to the next point of this rage! not getting anywhere without a high school degree. whose idea was it to structure schools like this? i wouldn't mind this whole notion if we actually, like, DID USEFUL THINGS in high school, but you don't. you waste eight hours learning about something that will have nothing to do with whatever your major in college is, so that your teachers can mark down pretty numbers about how many pretty little test questions you answered right, and how good your pretty little essays are. at the end of four pretty little pointless years, a college looks at these pretty numbers and either says, "hey, let's let this chick/dude/other gender into our school cause they must be REALLY SMART AND HARDWORKING hurrdurr" or "NO, DUMBFACE, GTFO".
(that's a simplified version, stuff like SAT scores and community service and extracurriculars also factors in, but that's the gist of it.)
so i wasted eight hours a day, five days a week, for four years, so that a college can look at a slip of paper and decide if i'm good enough to learn anything that will actually benefit me in life.
what the hell.
just.
what the hell.
although from my other entries you can probably gather that i hate school in general. i don't think that invalidates this, because i'm not writing this from an "omgz y do i have 2 drag my butt 2 a desk in da morningz", i'm writing this from "WHY IS THIS STRUCTURED SO STUPIDLY", but feel free to think i'm biased.
okay.
that felt so good.
people who actually read to the end, i applaud you. *claps*
i feel better now okay. will rage about the house of night and max ride series(es?) presently.
see you later.
Monday, August 8, 2011
capitalization? pssh.
hello, my four precious followers! *cackle*
okay, a few things.
1. i hate capital letters with a burning passion. they just fail so hard at being aesthetically appealing. so i'm going to write this blog entry without using them, and if y'all hate it you can leave comments along the lines of "NO OMGZ BRING BACK DA CAPZ" and i'll consider it. alright? alright!
2. i haven't updated in a while. in my defense, i've been working on camp nano (...more like procrastinating on camp nano, shh, silly conscience!) and going to concerts since i'm a COOL ROCK CHICK. i'm sure you can tell how hardcore i am from my blog posts, guys. i'm just, like, the epitome of punk hip emo leather pants. hot stuff. *preens*
3. skillet kicks butt live.
4. fanfiction is SCARY SHIZZ. o_o
and yet.
so rewarding.
5. dang i thought i had more to say than i actually do. alright. ipod shuffle time!! :D
broken - lifehouse
(another happy song to brighten your days)
see you later.
okay, a few things.
1. i hate capital letters with a burning passion. they just fail so hard at being aesthetically appealing. so i'm going to write this blog entry without using them, and if y'all hate it you can leave comments along the lines of "NO OMGZ BRING BACK DA CAPZ" and i'll consider it. alright? alright!
2. i haven't updated in a while. in my defense, i've been working on camp nano (...more like procrastinating on camp nano, shh, silly conscience!) and going to concerts since i'm a COOL ROCK CHICK. i'm sure you can tell how hardcore i am from my blog posts, guys. i'm just, like, the epitome of punk hip emo leather pants. hot stuff. *preens*
3. skillet kicks butt live.
4. fanfiction is SCARY SHIZZ. o_o
and yet.
so rewarding.
5. dang i thought i had more to say than i actually do. alright. ipod shuffle time!! :D
broken - lifehouse
(another happy song to brighten your days)
see you later.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Sickness and Squees
Hello, my four precious followers! *cackle*
Okay, so the beginning of this post is going to be happy squeeing. If you're not interested in happy squeeing, feel free to scroll down to my complaining.
To those of you who actually enjoy seeing happy people (ha! softies!) HERE IS MY SQUEEING.
I got my outline for Camp NaNo done and it was fabulous and I had a quiet time beside an overcast lake to write it and my mommy was outlining a play and her writerly friend was doing character development and I felt like I was being productive and actually part of something yay!
And my little brother and his girlfriend (oh, nine-year-old love) kept interrupting us but that was okay because they were cute. And did I mention that I FINISHED OUTLINING?! I have not finished an outline in sooo loooonggggg.
So yeah.
And now...
MISERABLE COMPLAINING. <-bolded for those of you who decided you couldn't bear to see me in a good mood and simply scrolled down
I am sick. It's kind of like having a hedgehog burrowing into your stomach while your head fills with air and general dizziness occurs. Not to mention hot flashes and cold flashes. So I'll be up all night feeling miserable and watching TV and eating virtual soup since I don't want to eat real soup and such.
Waaaaahhhhhh I hate my liiiifeeeee *sobs in corner*
...well no, not really.
I'd do the iPod thing but my iPod is dead and I don't have a charger around.
See you later.
Okay, so the beginning of this post is going to be happy squeeing. If you're not interested in happy squeeing, feel free to scroll down to my complaining.
To those of you who actually enjoy seeing happy people (ha! softies!) HERE IS MY SQUEEING.
I got my outline for Camp NaNo done and it was fabulous and I had a quiet time beside an overcast lake to write it and my mommy was outlining a play and her writerly friend was doing character development and I felt like I was being productive and actually part of something yay!
And my little brother and his girlfriend (oh, nine-year-old love) kept interrupting us but that was okay because they were cute. And did I mention that I FINISHED OUTLINING?! I have not finished an outline in sooo loooonggggg.
So yeah.
And now...
MISERABLE COMPLAINING. <-bolded for those of you who decided you couldn't bear to see me in a good mood and simply scrolled down
I am sick. It's kind of like having a hedgehog burrowing into your stomach while your head fills with air and general dizziness occurs. Not to mention hot flashes and cold flashes. So I'll be up all night feeling miserable and watching TV and eating virtual soup since I don't want to eat real soup and such.
Waaaaahhhhhh I hate my liiiifeeeee *sobs in corner*
...well no, not really.
I'd do the iPod thing but my iPod is dead and I don't have a charger around.
See you later.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The End of Da World as We Know It
Hello, my four followers! My precious pretties! *cackle*
Gosh, if I keep growing at this rate I'll have a hundred followers in, like, seventeen years. Awesome.
Life has yet to be interesting today, no surprise there. Nobody commented on my last blog post about structuring, so I will just continue to ramble incoherently about things that happened.
Anon, why do you think people keep personal blogs? Not blogs for information or self-promotion or anything, but simply online journals.
Well, faceless interviewer, it is simple! We wish to believe that our lives are more important than they are. By forcing people to read about the stupid things we've done, we feel as though we've done something productive and useful. Every new follower is an affirmation of our own self worth. External validation is the best.
So yes, I have four people reading the fascinating tales of my life. It is wonderful. I have developed a strange taste for not using contractions. It makes one seem more pretentious. The more pretentious you are, the smarter you are, you know.
The August session of Camp NaNo is coming up soon. I'm actually really psyched - get to write about one of my favorite characters being an evil villain. Woot.
There's really nothing to say.
I'd do the iPod shuffle thing, but I'm too lazy to get up and actually get my iPod.
See you later.
Gosh, if I keep growing at this rate I'll have a hundred followers in, like, seventeen years. Awesome.
Life has yet to be interesting today, no surprise there. Nobody commented on my last blog post about structuring, so I will just continue to ramble incoherently about things that happened.
Anon, why do you think people keep personal blogs? Not blogs for information or self-promotion or anything, but simply online journals.
Well, faceless interviewer, it is simple! We wish to believe that our lives are more important than they are. By forcing people to read about the stupid things we've done, we feel as though we've done something productive and useful. Every new follower is an affirmation of our own self worth. External validation is the best.
So yes, I have four people reading the fascinating tales of my life. It is wonderful. I have developed a strange taste for not using contractions. It makes one seem more pretentious. The more pretentious you are, the smarter you are, you know.
The August session of Camp NaNo is coming up soon. I'm actually really psyched - get to write about one of my favorite characters being an evil villain. Woot.
There's really nothing to say.
I'd do the iPod shuffle thing, but I'm too lazy to get up and actually get my iPod.
See you later.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Platitudinous?
Hello, my three platitudinous followers! Except that that's not exactly a compliment. And I'm not even sure if I spelled it right. Oh well. Hello, my pretties. *cackle*
Well, another day, another blog post. I got to pee in a cup today. It was a fun time. The annoying thing is that I have to take pregnancy tests for the acne medication I'm on, and even though I've never gotten any sort of action, I always worry it'll come back positive. As of yet, it hasn't. So that's good.
You know what I really hate? Hair in the shower drain. It's kind of a problem, considering my sister likes to take showers and I like to take baths, and we share the same bathroom. Baths are relaxing and lovely until a hairball coughs up from the shower drain. You don't have to worry about it when you're taking a shower, so she doesn't bother pulling her lustrous thick mane out of the drain and I have to do it. Sigh.
But I constantly leave clothes in the bathroom and toothpaste in the sink, so I guess we're even.
In other news, I'm trying to figure out how to structure this blog. Trying to decide whether to just keep posting tales of my oh-so-exciting life, or if I should add bits and pieces of my writing, or if I should start doing spontaneous book and movie reviews on occasion as well. Thoughts? I'd appreciate them in the comments.
One thing I do know - I'll end every blog post by putting my iPod on shuffle and posting the first song that comes up.
For today:
Circle by Flyleaf. There's a depressing little song for ya.
See you later.
Well, another day, another blog post. I got to pee in a cup today. It was a fun time. The annoying thing is that I have to take pregnancy tests for the acne medication I'm on, and even though I've never gotten any sort of action, I always worry it'll come back positive. As of yet, it hasn't. So that's good.
You know what I really hate? Hair in the shower drain. It's kind of a problem, considering my sister likes to take showers and I like to take baths, and we share the same bathroom. Baths are relaxing and lovely until a hairball coughs up from the shower drain. You don't have to worry about it when you're taking a shower, so she doesn't bother pulling her lustrous thick mane out of the drain and I have to do it. Sigh.
But I constantly leave clothes in the bathroom and toothpaste in the sink, so I guess we're even.
In other news, I'm trying to figure out how to structure this blog. Trying to decide whether to just keep posting tales of my oh-so-exciting life, or if I should add bits and pieces of my writing, or if I should start doing spontaneous book and movie reviews on occasion as well. Thoughts? I'd appreciate them in the comments.
One thing I do know - I'll end every blog post by putting my iPod on shuffle and posting the first song that comes up.
For today:
Circle by Flyleaf. There's a depressing little song for ya.
See you later.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Hello, beautiful people!
Hello, my two beautiful followers! It has been a while since I updated this blog. I think my mother has stopped reading it now, though, which means I can actually make it mildly interesting. That's good.
So this might actually be an interesting project, if not for the fact that I'll probably forget to update. If I set up an updating schedule it'll start to seem like a chore, and then I'll resent you all, and then I will eventually just put a boot through my computer screen. Which would be bad.
Actually, the only way I'll end up resenting you is if you don't leave a comment on my blogs for all of my hard work. It's a pain in the ass to type, you know. Gosh.
So I'm back. Guess I'll actually put effort into this now. Summer's drawing to a close for me; I only have three weeks or so left of vacation. And most of it will be spent writing for Camp NaNoWriMo. Maybe. Depends on if I'm lazy or not.
Lalalalala.
So this might actually be an interesting project, if not for the fact that I'll probably forget to update. If I set up an updating schedule it'll start to seem like a chore, and then I'll resent you all, and then I will eventually just put a boot through my computer screen. Which would be bad.
Actually, the only way I'll end up resenting you is if you don't leave a comment on my blogs for all of my hard work. It's a pain in the ass to type, you know. Gosh.
So I'm back. Guess I'll actually put effort into this now. Summer's drawing to a close for me; I only have three weeks or so left of vacation. And most of it will be spent writing for Camp NaNoWriMo. Maybe. Depends on if I'm lazy or not.
Lalalalala.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
music.
HOLY CRAP WITHIN TEMPTATION CAME OUT WITH A NEW ALBUM. I will probably be listening to it on repeat all night and probably end up writing as well. YAY NEW MUSIC. The reason I'm posting this is because I figured I might as well blog about something. Life is still boring, emotion is still boring, etcetcetc. See you later.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
yup.
Hello, my wonderful, beautiful, special snowflake of a follower! I realized I've written myself into a trap. A trap of boring-ness. I can't write about anything interesting pertaining to my life due to the fact that my mother reads this (sorry, Mommy), so I'm stuck rambling about non-important things. If I was forced to read a blog like that, I think I'd slit my throat. So anyway, the nonsensical uninteresting ramble begins. I really despise sleeping. There is no activity more pointless in the world. I mean, by age 75 (supposing you actually live that long), you will have spent 23 years sleeping. Think of all of the Internet surfing and TV watching you could have been doing in that time, man! Thankfully, my body evidently has decided to mimic this sentiment, considering it woke me up at 2:30 in the morning. Why are you not going to bed, you crazy girl? Because in typical fashion, I did not finish my homework and I want to make the bus. Yup. That's about all. See you later.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
meh.
Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!
You'd think by now I'd have a least one person following. Alas, fate is not so kind! Or I'm just not interesting. Or both.
I totally destroyed my laptop for school - well, destroyed the Internet, anyway. I shoved my earbuds somewhere they weren't supposed to go (yeahyeahyeah, "that's what she said," I know), and my computer booted down and when I started it back up, the Internet did not work. Uh-oh. So I won't be updating the blog in the middle of English class or study hall anymore. Sadness.
It is almost four in the morning and I am not going to bed because I want to make the bus in the morning. My bus route is an hour long, so it's a very nice, peaceful time to rest my head against the window and listen to my iPod. Yep.
My God, life is boring right now. There is nothing more to say.
See you later.
You'd think by now I'd have a least one person following. Alas, fate is not so kind! Or I'm just not interesting. Or both.
I totally destroyed my laptop for school - well, destroyed the Internet, anyway. I shoved my earbuds somewhere they weren't supposed to go (yeahyeahyeah, "that's what she said," I know), and my computer booted down and when I started it back up, the Internet did not work. Uh-oh. So I won't be updating the blog in the middle of English class or study hall anymore. Sadness.
It is almost four in the morning and I am not going to bed because I want to make the bus in the morning. My bus route is an hour long, so it's a very nice, peaceful time to rest my head against the window and listen to my iPod. Yep.
My God, life is boring right now. There is nothing more to say.
See you later.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
This Entry Brought to You by Study Hall
I guess I should write this now, before I have English class and get tempted. Can't write two entries in one day; my brain would up and die.
Oh, I forgot to greet you.
Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!
I've finished all of my homework - or, well, not all of it, but the stuff I don't feel like doing right now can be finished during the detention I have later today! And... then a detention tomorrow, and then a Saturday school (think of it as either in-school suspension or four-hour weekend detention, it means the same thing).
The thing is, I really like detentions. They're calm and you can nap or work on stuff or write. I like having a quiet environment to write in. So I guess I'm not learning my lesson very well. The only way they're gonna convince me to do my work properly is by forcing me into hard manual labor. Or by making me have a few more chats with our headmaster - I very nearly had a panic attack when I was called down today, but it was just the Saturday thing.
My reaction to conversations with authority figures is inevitably, "I DIDN'T DO IT" or "I DON'T HAVE ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES IN MY BACKPACK" or "I DIDN'T KILL HER".
Just kidding. Sort of.
In my Computer Literacy class, we had a very rousing discussion about censorship. When I say very rousing, I'm actually not being sarcastic for once; the topic is actually, God forbid, interesting. Friend who for future reference will be named Tiffany - actually, no, I hate that name, I'll name her Robin instead - got very fired up about book censorship and such. Kind of like how I get fired up over gay rights, that rageful bubbling volcano in your chest that seems to require punching things and/or people. Repeatedly.
I still have forty minutes left to sit in this study hall. O_O
Okay then.
See you later.
Oh, I forgot to greet you.
Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!
I've finished all of my homework - or, well, not all of it, but the stuff I don't feel like doing right now can be finished during the detention I have later today! And... then a detention tomorrow, and then a Saturday school (think of it as either in-school suspension or four-hour weekend detention, it means the same thing).
The thing is, I really like detentions. They're calm and you can nap or work on stuff or write. I like having a quiet environment to write in. So I guess I'm not learning my lesson very well. The only way they're gonna convince me to do my work properly is by forcing me into hard manual labor. Or by making me have a few more chats with our headmaster - I very nearly had a panic attack when I was called down today, but it was just the Saturday thing.
My reaction to conversations with authority figures is inevitably, "I DIDN'T DO IT" or "I DON'T HAVE ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES IN MY BACKPACK" or "I DIDN'T KILL HER".
Just kidding. Sort of.
In my Computer Literacy class, we had a very rousing discussion about censorship. When I say very rousing, I'm actually not being sarcastic for once; the topic is actually, God forbid, interesting. Friend who for future reference will be named Tiffany - actually, no, I hate that name, I'll name her Robin instead - got very fired up about book censorship and such. Kind of like how I get fired up over gay rights, that rageful bubbling volcano in your chest that seems to require punching things and/or people. Repeatedly.
I still have forty minutes left to sit in this study hall. O_O
Okay then.
See you later.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Our Chorus Sucks and I Don't Care.
Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!
My God am I pissed right now. I hate my high school's chorus I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it so much I can't even be sarcastic all I can do is rant incoherently I HATE IT.
Since we suck so badly, our chorus teacher decided to record us and put it on Youtube (in a private setting), and email all of us the link so we can see for ourselves how badly we suck. Humiliation is his favorite way of getting us to practice, you see. Anyway, yeah, we suck, and I don't give a damn. The class is ridiculous. And my parents will not let me drop it, which is complete bullshit in itself considering I'm already taking about six million more classes than the average freshman, and dropping one that's worth half a frikkin credit doesn't seem like it should matter.
RANTRANTRANT.
*breathes*
Okay. To make myself feel better, I'm gonna do the Meyer-Briggs thingamabobber whatever it's called personality test with my original characters. (Apparently I'm an ISFP. We're all based on whims and feelings and are our own worst critics. Also, I'm 89% introverted [supposedly], which might explain why I get so panicky talking to teachers and strangers one-on-one.)
Let's start with... self-indulgent fantasy forbidden romance!
Gabriel - my favorite OC ever - gets ISTJ. (67% introverted, 50% sensing, 75% thinking, 22% judging) Looking at the description, it seems to describe him perfectly -- aside from the "model citizen" thing. The whole taking-others-efforts-for-granted thing, but generally caring once they realize the emotional needs of others... (it only takes him, like, ten years or so XD) - wanting to fulfill duties to the point of potentially being taken advantage of~
"Under stress, ISTJs may fall into 'catastrophe mode', where they will see nothing but the possibilities of all that can go wrong. They will berate themselves for things which they should have done differently, or duties which they failed to perform. They will lose their ability to see things calmly and reasonably, and will depress themselves with their visions of doom.'
Oh my god that is all he does. I guess because he's under stress all the time.
THIS IS SO COOL. I'M GONNA KEEP GOING.
Naomi gets ISTJ too XD I don't know if that's because she and Gabriel are in the same profession or because I'm terrible at character development. Probably a combination. (22% introverted, 38% sensing, 50% thinking, 44% judging)
I guess this would explain why they drive each other up the wall so often. I'd hate being in a romantic relationship with somebody with the same personality type as me. Gosh.
Next project! Last year's NaNoWriMo.
Tomas - my second favorite OC ever - gets ISFP. OHMEGAWD WE SHARE A PERSONALITY TYPE. (89% introverted, 50% sensing, 12% feeling, 11% perceiving)
Darek gets... it's telling me the service is unavailable, I should try again later. CURSES.
well, that was fun. Guess I'll try again later.
EDITING!
Darek gets INTJ. (33% introverted, 50% intuitive, 50% thinking, 78% judging.)
Off to read the description.
They're all about ideas, strategic planning, applying concepts, and organization. Natural leaders, problems with emotional intimacy. Potentially have issues explaining themselves and end up misunderstood, and then blame the other party's incompetence for the misunderstanding, which causes them to be arrogant... yep, this is all Darek. Which I suppose makes sense considering he's, you know, a rebellion leader and all.
Taryn gets ESFP. (56% extraverted, 25% sensing, 75% feeling, 56% perceiving.)
OFF TO READ THE DESCRIPTION!
All about people, often in role of peacemaker, do stupid spontaneous things a lot, observant of other people, sense things that are wrong, terrible with advice but good with practical care... Generally like everybody unless crossed, in which case they tend to hold a grudge FOREVER. Hate structure and routine, prefer hands-on experience, strong appreciation for "finer things in life"...
I think I'll cease to be amazed when this test describes my characters perfectly! ^_^
Yeah, I'm gonna stop boring you guys now.
See you later.
My God am I pissed right now. I hate my high school's chorus I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it so much I can't even be sarcastic all I can do is rant incoherently I HATE IT.
Since we suck so badly, our chorus teacher decided to record us and put it on Youtube (in a private setting), and email all of us the link so we can see for ourselves how badly we suck. Humiliation is his favorite way of getting us to practice, you see. Anyway, yeah, we suck, and I don't give a damn. The class is ridiculous. And my parents will not let me drop it, which is complete bullshit in itself considering I'm already taking about six million more classes than the average freshman, and dropping one that's worth half a frikkin credit doesn't seem like it should matter.
RANTRANTRANT.
*breathes*
Okay. To make myself feel better, I'm gonna do the Meyer-Briggs thingamabobber whatever it's called personality test with my original characters. (Apparently I'm an ISFP. We're all based on whims and feelings and are our own worst critics. Also, I'm 89% introverted [supposedly], which might explain why I get so panicky talking to teachers and strangers one-on-one.)
Let's start with... self-indulgent fantasy forbidden romance!
Gabriel - my favorite OC ever - gets ISTJ. (67% introverted, 50% sensing, 75% thinking, 22% judging) Looking at the description, it seems to describe him perfectly -- aside from the "model citizen" thing. The whole taking-others-efforts-for-granted thing, but generally caring once they realize the emotional needs of others... (it only takes him, like, ten years or so XD) - wanting to fulfill duties to the point of potentially being taken advantage of~
"Under stress, ISTJs may fall into 'catastrophe mode', where they will see nothing but the possibilities of all that can go wrong. They will berate themselves for things which they should have done differently, or duties which they failed to perform. They will lose their ability to see things calmly and reasonably, and will depress themselves with their visions of doom.'
Oh my god that is all he does. I guess because he's under stress all the time.
THIS IS SO COOL. I'M GONNA KEEP GOING.
Naomi gets ISTJ too XD I don't know if that's because she and Gabriel are in the same profession or because I'm terrible at character development. Probably a combination. (22% introverted, 38% sensing, 50% thinking, 44% judging)
I guess this would explain why they drive each other up the wall so often. I'd hate being in a romantic relationship with somebody with the same personality type as me. Gosh.
Next project! Last year's NaNoWriMo.
Tomas - my second favorite OC ever - gets ISFP. OHMEGAWD WE SHARE A PERSONALITY TYPE. (89% introverted, 50% sensing, 12% feeling, 11% perceiving)
Darek gets... it's telling me the service is unavailable, I should try again later. CURSES.
well, that was fun. Guess I'll try again later.
EDITING!
Darek gets INTJ. (33% introverted, 50% intuitive, 50% thinking, 78% judging.)
Off to read the description.
They're all about ideas, strategic planning, applying concepts, and organization. Natural leaders, problems with emotional intimacy. Potentially have issues explaining themselves and end up misunderstood, and then blame the other party's incompetence for the misunderstanding, which causes them to be arrogant... yep, this is all Darek. Which I suppose makes sense considering he's, you know, a rebellion leader and all.
Taryn gets ESFP. (56% extraverted, 25% sensing, 75% feeling, 56% perceiving.)
OFF TO READ THE DESCRIPTION!
All about people, often in role of peacemaker, do stupid spontaneous things a lot, observant of other people, sense things that are wrong, terrible with advice but good with practical care... Generally like everybody unless crossed, in which case they tend to hold a grudge FOREVER. Hate structure and routine, prefer hands-on experience, strong appreciation for "finer things in life"...
I think I'll cease to be amazed when this test describes my characters perfectly! ^_^
Yeah, I'm gonna stop boring you guys now.
See you later.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sickness.
Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!
I seem to be becoming ill more and more lately. Maybe it's some psychological thing since I dread school so much, but at any rate I had to leave early today because I had a pounding headache, nausea, and felt like I was going to pass out. Then I went home and took a four-hour nap.
It would probably have been a good idea to just skip school altogether, but apparently I can't miss any more gym classes or I'll lose credit for the semester, and GOD HELP ME IF I'M GOING TO SUMMER SCHOOL BECAUSE OF THAT CLASS.
Life is pretty normal. The usual stress that comes with being a complete deadbeat, detentions and such, you know.
I really ought to post something else to make this blog longer, but my general idea is "Screw it. Nobody's following. The only reason I'm even posting is so mi madre won't freak out on me."
So, yeah. Screw it. Nobody's following. The only reason I'm even posting is so mi madre won't freak out on me.
There's nothing more to say.
See you later.
I seem to be becoming ill more and more lately. Maybe it's some psychological thing since I dread school so much, but at any rate I had to leave early today because I had a pounding headache, nausea, and felt like I was going to pass out. Then I went home and took a four-hour nap.
It would probably have been a good idea to just skip school altogether, but apparently I can't miss any more gym classes or I'll lose credit for the semester, and GOD HELP ME IF I'M GOING TO SUMMER SCHOOL BECAUSE OF THAT CLASS.
Life is pretty normal. The usual stress that comes with being a complete deadbeat, detentions and such, you know.
I really ought to post something else to make this blog longer, but my general idea is "Screw it. Nobody's following. The only reason I'm even posting is so mi madre won't freak out on me."
So, yeah. Screw it. Nobody's following. The only reason I'm even posting is so mi madre won't freak out on me.
There's nothing more to say.
See you later.
Friday, March 4, 2011
This Entry Brought to You by English Class
Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!
This blog post is sponsored by my English class. Well, not really, but it's sure caused by it. I'm supposed to be taking notes on grammar rules I've known since first grade, and I figure this is a much more productive use of my time. After all, what better way to waste the bandwidth of my school laptop? Abusing privileges - most government officials would approve.
Welcome to Friday morning. The day started off with a rousing assembly in which our headmaster read the senior's names and college acceptances in a very mumble-y, monotonous voice. I guess it's so those of us who have no plan can become motivated - hell yes, I can have the entire student body halfheartedly clap for me with one eye on the clock the whole time! I dunno, all it's really motivating me to do is live in a minivan for the rest of my life if only to spare the poor saps from having to sit there another second.
But afterward, the cast of the school musical performed one of their dance numbers to try to get us to come see the show this weekend, which was actually pretty cool. So, props. (C WUT I DID THAR. I'M SO PUNNY.)
Things I have to look forward to: a detention for not doing my gym homework (sounds like an oxymoron, eh?), and a two-and-a-half hour play rehearsal later. Plus lunchtime will be utilized to finish up the Spanish writeup I was too lazy to do last night.
But! I will also probably be kidnapping my bestie and spending the night having a Heroes marathon with her. Hell yes.
I showed this blog to one of my friends - let's name her McSparklepants - and she wants me to write about her. Okay, here goes.
McSparklepants has long, flowing blonde locks and eyes that shimmer like the ocean in sunlight...
Sorry.
She wants me to tell my nonexistent band of followers about how much she hates reading. So. McSparklepants hates reading quite a bit. I lent her my copy of Will Grayson, Will Grayson, and it took her a good three months or so to finish it. I say "finish"... she got within thirty pages of the end and some kid took her bookmark out, and she decided "screw it, it's too much effort to find my place again."
(She just looked over and asked me if I was writing the blog. I said yes. She asked what her name was. I said McSparklepants. She hi-fived me and asked what I was saying. I said I was discussing her hatred of reading. She hi-fived me again. Our teacher told us to shut up. Well, that last part is a lie, but he is sort of glaring at us.)
Anyway, now she's reading my copy of Twisted by Laurie Halse Andersen, so cross your fingers she actually manages to get through this one?
I should probably stop typing this; apparently we're going to have a vocabulary test or something. Being a walking dictionary is important, kids!
See you later.
This blog post is sponsored by my English class. Well, not really, but it's sure caused by it. I'm supposed to be taking notes on grammar rules I've known since first grade, and I figure this is a much more productive use of my time. After all, what better way to waste the bandwidth of my school laptop? Abusing privileges - most government officials would approve.
Welcome to Friday morning. The day started off with a rousing assembly in which our headmaster read the senior's names and college acceptances in a very mumble-y, monotonous voice. I guess it's so those of us who have no plan can become motivated - hell yes, I can have the entire student body halfheartedly clap for me with one eye on the clock the whole time! I dunno, all it's really motivating me to do is live in a minivan for the rest of my life if only to spare the poor saps from having to sit there another second.
But afterward, the cast of the school musical performed one of their dance numbers to try to get us to come see the show this weekend, which was actually pretty cool. So, props. (C WUT I DID THAR. I'M SO PUNNY.)
Things I have to look forward to: a detention for not doing my gym homework (sounds like an oxymoron, eh?), and a two-and-a-half hour play rehearsal later. Plus lunchtime will be utilized to finish up the Spanish writeup I was too lazy to do last night.
But! I will also probably be kidnapping my bestie and spending the night having a Heroes marathon with her. Hell yes.
I showed this blog to one of my friends - let's name her McSparklepants - and she wants me to write about her. Okay, here goes.
McSparklepants has long, flowing blonde locks and eyes that shimmer like the ocean in sunlight...
Sorry.
She wants me to tell my nonexistent band of followers about how much she hates reading. So. McSparklepants hates reading quite a bit. I lent her my copy of Will Grayson, Will Grayson, and it took her a good three months or so to finish it. I say "finish"... she got within thirty pages of the end and some kid took her bookmark out, and she decided "screw it, it's too much effort to find my place again."
(She just looked over and asked me if I was writing the blog. I said yes. She asked what her name was. I said McSparklepants. She hi-fived me and asked what I was saying. I said I was discussing her hatred of reading. She hi-fived me again. Our teacher told us to shut up. Well, that last part is a lie, but he is sort of glaring at us.)
Anyway, now she's reading my copy of Twisted by Laurie Halse Andersen, so cross your fingers she actually manages to get through this one?
I should probably stop typing this; apparently we're going to have a vocabulary test or something. Being a walking dictionary is important, kids!
See you later.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The first blog post.
I kid you not - my mother is forcing me to keep a blog. Apparently channeling my "writing skills" into something that's updated occasionally means I have potential for later life. Something about commitments and goals and stuff.
I don't get it either.
At any rate, this should be interesting, especially considering I'm pretty much incapable of carrying on a conversation with strangers in real life. For some reason, it's hard to be witty and interesting when you're actually, you know, talking. Come to think of it, it's pretty hard to be witty and interesting when you're typing, too, but I'm being forced into this blog. If you don't like it, go away.
So, for those of you who are still around: Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm... screw it, it doesn't matter what my name is. I've gone by so many different names over the interblag - Kitkat, Kitty, Elliptical, Elli, Sabrina, Delaney... yeah, screw it. Call me whatever you want.
I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. Actually structuring this thing would be against my nature, although it's probably going to be mostly an upchuck of cynicism, ranting about bad literature and bad movies, and squealing over sexy serial killers.
There's really not much else to say.
See you later.
I don't get it either.
At any rate, this should be interesting, especially considering I'm pretty much incapable of carrying on a conversation with strangers in real life. For some reason, it's hard to be witty and interesting when you're actually, you know, talking. Come to think of it, it's pretty hard to be witty and interesting when you're typing, too, but I'm being forced into this blog. If you don't like it, go away.
So, for those of you who are still around: Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm... screw it, it doesn't matter what my name is. I've gone by so many different names over the interblag - Kitkat, Kitty, Elliptical, Elli, Sabrina, Delaney... yeah, screw it. Call me whatever you want.
I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. Actually structuring this thing would be against my nature, although it's probably going to be mostly an upchuck of cynicism, ranting about bad literature and bad movies, and squealing over sexy serial killers.
There's really not much else to say.
See you later.
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