So, on Monday, high school is starting. I'm actually not that nervous, because I'm still going to the same school, just a different section of it.
That's all I really have to say about high school. I mean, I got my schedule, which is good. And I have a free period first thing every day, which technically means I DON'T HAVE TO BE AT SCHOOL TILL NINE EVERY MORNING OF EVERY DAY OF THE WHOLE YEAR! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, I have to make an apology to two people who probably know who they are. The two people who used to make up "the triad" with me. And now that triad is broken apart, and I lost a friend. So...I'm sincerely sorry to both of you for the way all this worked out.
Anyway, hopefully high school will put all of this in perspective.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Epic!
Epic. A word I have been using way too much lately. But for good reason.
I have not blogged since May 14th, as I have been much too (COUGH, COUGH, COUGH) busy. However, I have decided to do this new post about...what else? HARRY POTTER!
Now renamed The Most Epic and Awesome Movie That Has Ever Happened. EVER.
It was SO awesome.
It was funny, though, because before the movie there was all this confusion. The fourteen-year-olds, for various reasons, wanted to sit apart from the grownups, but then we realized that there was someone else sitting behind us who we didn't want there, so we had to move AGAIN. And there were these two old guys in our row, and they were literally keeping COUNT of the times I moved. They were like, "Now that's the third time." Obviously they needed to see that little lizard (oh, excuse me, gecko) from Geico talking in his Australian accent on the screen, and couldn't bear anyone to talk or move for fear it would hamper their view.
Anyway. Back to the actual movie. It followed the book really, really well, except for a few small things which I wouldn't have noticed if the people on either side of me hadn't felt the need to keep pointing them out. (My friend: "What? WHAT? Snape is supposed to die IN THE SHRIEKING SHACK!" Me: "Uh...it doesn't matter THAT much." My other friend: "Did you just say it doesn't matter????" And so on.)
One of the best parts was the scene between Snape and McGonagall. When she whirled out with her wand, it was simply extraordinary. People were clapping all over the place, and the spells were flying, and finally SHE BEAT HIM! "I always wanted to use that spell." :D
The deaths were also perfect. When Bellatrix died, EVERYONE clapped. WOO HOO! MRS. WEASLEY! And it was so, so, SO sad when Fred died. I knew it was going to happen, but that just made it all the more sad.
Oh, and one word: NEVILLE. Did you SEE how completely awesome he was in this movie? When he cut off the snake's head, and how he made that speech about "It doesn't matter if Harry's dead. People die every day. He'll still be here, fighting with us." That was incredibly epic. And it was also nice how at the end, it was implied that he and Luna would get together.
AND the scene in the forest with Harry's parents. I'm a sucker for "I'm so proud of you, son" scenes, and this was the grandfather of them all. SO great.
When Voldemort died, it was kind of weird because he just sort of...disintegrated. It made my skin feel crawly. But it was also cool, how he just crumbled to dust. BUT they didn't have the scene where Harry says, "Try, man. Try for some remorse." And I was kind of disappointed about that. But still.
And you have to be grateful for small blessings. At least he wasn't naked in King's Cross. :P
The epilogue = amazing. Rupert Grint looked EXACTLY the same, except for maybe a little more beard. And they all went off on the train...again...AND NO MORE HARRY POTTER MOVIES EVER AGAIN!
But let's not think about that. Let's just think about the awesomeness. :)
I have not blogged since May 14th, as I have been much too (COUGH, COUGH, COUGH) busy. However, I have decided to do this new post about...what else? HARRY POTTER!
Now renamed The Most Epic and Awesome Movie That Has Ever Happened. EVER.
It was SO awesome.
It was funny, though, because before the movie there was all this confusion. The fourteen-year-olds, for various reasons, wanted to sit apart from the grownups, but then we realized that there was someone else sitting behind us who we didn't want there, so we had to move AGAIN. And there were these two old guys in our row, and they were literally keeping COUNT of the times I moved. They were like, "Now that's the third time." Obviously they needed to see that little lizard (oh, excuse me, gecko) from Geico talking in his Australian accent on the screen, and couldn't bear anyone to talk or move for fear it would hamper their view.
Anyway. Back to the actual movie. It followed the book really, really well, except for a few small things which I wouldn't have noticed if the people on either side of me hadn't felt the need to keep pointing them out. (My friend: "What? WHAT? Snape is supposed to die IN THE SHRIEKING SHACK!" Me: "Uh...it doesn't matter THAT much." My other friend: "Did you just say it doesn't matter????" And so on.)
One of the best parts was the scene between Snape and McGonagall. When she whirled out with her wand, it was simply extraordinary. People were clapping all over the place, and the spells were flying, and finally SHE BEAT HIM! "I always wanted to use that spell." :D
The deaths were also perfect. When Bellatrix died, EVERYONE clapped. WOO HOO! MRS. WEASLEY! And it was so, so, SO sad when Fred died. I knew it was going to happen, but that just made it all the more sad.
Oh, and one word: NEVILLE. Did you SEE how completely awesome he was in this movie? When he cut off the snake's head, and how he made that speech about "It doesn't matter if Harry's dead. People die every day. He'll still be here, fighting with us." That was incredibly epic. And it was also nice how at the end, it was implied that he and Luna would get together.
AND the scene in the forest with Harry's parents. I'm a sucker for "I'm so proud of you, son" scenes, and this was the grandfather of them all. SO great.
When Voldemort died, it was kind of weird because he just sort of...disintegrated. It made my skin feel crawly. But it was also cool, how he just crumbled to dust. BUT they didn't have the scene where Harry says, "Try, man. Try for some remorse." And I was kind of disappointed about that. But still.
And you have to be grateful for small blessings. At least he wasn't naked in King's Cross. :P
The epilogue = amazing. Rupert Grint looked EXACTLY the same, except for maybe a little more beard. And they all went off on the train...again...AND NO MORE HARRY POTTER MOVIES EVER AGAIN!
But let's not think about that. Let's just think about the awesomeness. :)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Awesomeness
So I am completely in a fog when it comes to story ideas. Honestly, how do people write so well? More importantly, how do they commit to what they are writing? Some people have whole blogs about the book they're doing, whereas I, on the other hand, have a blog about...uh...my nonexistent book. And yes, Lady is a book on Inkpop, but it's sad because I've basically abandoned it. The problem is that there is no longer TIME. Where did all the TIME go? I ask you.
Oh my gosh. I just had an earth-shattering idea. What if...I WENT BACK TO LADY????? YES!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!!!
I think I just had a breakthrough here. But of course, I would have to read through the whole beforehand part of the story and remind myself of what's actually happening, heh heh.
In other news, I'm wearing this awesome ring. And no one really reads this blog. It's basically just a "published" (yeah, right) thing where I spout off about random stuff. And I am just going to say something, because he's probably never going to read it anyway: ELI DEAN FELICIANO NEVER TAKES MY ADVICE!!!!!!!! THE WHOLE KING'S SPEECH THING WAS TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!!!!!!!! SO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (And he never reads my blog)
The Far Side is awesome. Gary Larson made up this whole thing of phobias, here's two of them:
Luposlipaphobia: The fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor.
Antidaephobia: The fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you.
DUCKS! They rank almost second in awesomeness to elephants. Along with bears. (I just love saying the word bear. Bear bear bear.) And platypi. And STINGRAYS. I can't swim along the bottom of a pool like others can because I just float to the top, and my awesome friend Joy was like, "Pretend you're a stingray gliding along the bottom of the ocean." I have petted a stingray. It was smooth. And shiny. Dragons are cool too, but they're too overplayed. Phoenixes = awesome. And lions and tigers. Of course, nothing will ever beat elephants. Words cannot describe how awesome they are.
Speaking of, here are my two new favorite songs:
"If This Was a Movie" by Taylor Swift
"She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5
Right there, people. The awesomest.
Of course I'm procrastinating. The only time I ever write this blog is when I'm procrastinating. I'm not one of those people whose blog is, like, their life. Where do those individuals find the TIME to blog and do everything else too? It's beyond me.
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday and we get to go out for a fancy dinner.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend, people. Everyone knows THAT. Well, except for chocolate. And all her other friends. :P
Bye!
Oh my gosh. I just had an earth-shattering idea. What if...I WENT BACK TO LADY????? YES!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!!!
I think I just had a breakthrough here. But of course, I would have to read through the whole beforehand part of the story and remind myself of what's actually happening, heh heh.
In other news, I'm wearing this awesome ring. And no one really reads this blog. It's basically just a "published" (yeah, right) thing where I spout off about random stuff. And I am just going to say something, because he's probably never going to read it anyway: ELI DEAN FELICIANO NEVER TAKES MY ADVICE!!!!!!!! THE WHOLE KING'S SPEECH THING WAS TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!!!!!!!! SO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (And he never reads my blog)
The Far Side is awesome. Gary Larson made up this whole thing of phobias, here's two of them:
Luposlipaphobia: The fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor.
Antidaephobia: The fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you.
DUCKS! They rank almost second in awesomeness to elephants. Along with bears. (I just love saying the word bear. Bear bear bear.) And platypi. And STINGRAYS. I can't swim along the bottom of a pool like others can because I just float to the top, and my awesome friend Joy was like, "Pretend you're a stingray gliding along the bottom of the ocean." I have petted a stingray. It was smooth. And shiny. Dragons are cool too, but they're too overplayed. Phoenixes = awesome. And lions and tigers. Of course, nothing will ever beat elephants. Words cannot describe how awesome they are.
Speaking of, here are my two new favorite songs:
"If This Was a Movie" by Taylor Swift
"She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5
Right there, people. The awesomest.
Of course I'm procrastinating. The only time I ever write this blog is when I'm procrastinating. I'm not one of those people whose blog is, like, their life. Where do those individuals find the TIME to blog and do everything else too? It's beyond me.
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday and we get to go out for a fancy dinner.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend, people. Everyone knows THAT. Well, except for chocolate. And all her other friends. :P
Bye!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Music
Have you ever heard a song on the radio, and immediately you're transported back to a place in your memory? It's like what the philosopher Freud said about the subconscious---you don't actively remember anything about it, but something, like music, can bring it back. (Oh my gosh, I just realized that English class has crept into my blog post. Well, it had to happen sometime.)
Anyway, all of you should message me and tell me about your memory-bringing-back songs. I would love to hear them. Here are some of mine:
"Sparks Fly" by Taylor Swift: When my mom and I were going to see the 7th Harry Potter, Part One, and I was thinking about...certain things. (Many of you know what I'm talking about.)
"I'll Just Hold On" by Blake Shelton: I was eleven, and my parents and I were driving from Philadelphia to Avalon, New Jersey. Our rental car had the Prime Country station with no commercials, and we heard that song about a million times. (I loved it every time.)
"The Heart Won't Lie" by Reba McEntire: This was the "our song" for me and the very first guy I had a crush on. :)
"Forget You" by Cee Lo Green: When I was in the bus, with one of my best friends, driving out to the South Side of town along with my school. And she and I, and a few other people, sang it at the top of our lungs.
"Lips of an Angel" by Hinder: This was my first breakthrough to liking music other than country. I just had a totally new outlook after I had heard it, and it's still one of my favorite songs.
"Love the Way You Lie" by Rihanna and Eminem: So the first time I heard this song I didn't like it at all. But I kept hearing it everywhere, and one day in Science class the teacher played it on his computer, and the ENTIRE class just started singing. There was such a feeling of unity, and when I heard it again after that I realized what a meaningful song it is. (And yes, you do need to give the rap a chance. Even though it's rap, it's good.)
"That's My Job" by Conway Twitty: This is the song for my dad and I. He played it for me one afternoon a few years ago, and it still makes me cry every time I hear it.
"There Is a God" by Lee Ann Womack: I was young, and my parents and I were driving back from the airport, and it was very dark. This song came on the radio, and it was just so perfect.
"Time to Be Your 21" by Alexz Johnson: I first heard this song on a show, and liked it. I'm still not completely sure what it means, but it brings back so many memories of the times I felt brave, or happy.
And on that note, dear friends, I will leave you. :) <3
Anyway, all of you should message me and tell me about your memory-bringing-back songs. I would love to hear them. Here are some of mine:
"Sparks Fly" by Taylor Swift: When my mom and I were going to see the 7th Harry Potter, Part One, and I was thinking about...certain things. (Many of you know what I'm talking about.)
"I'll Just Hold On" by Blake Shelton: I was eleven, and my parents and I were driving from Philadelphia to Avalon, New Jersey. Our rental car had the Prime Country station with no commercials, and we heard that song about a million times. (I loved it every time.)
"The Heart Won't Lie" by Reba McEntire: This was the "our song" for me and the very first guy I had a crush on. :)
"Forget You" by Cee Lo Green: When I was in the bus, with one of my best friends, driving out to the South Side of town along with my school. And she and I, and a few other people, sang it at the top of our lungs.
"Lips of an Angel" by Hinder: This was my first breakthrough to liking music other than country. I just had a totally new outlook after I had heard it, and it's still one of my favorite songs.
"Love the Way You Lie" by Rihanna and Eminem: So the first time I heard this song I didn't like it at all. But I kept hearing it everywhere, and one day in Science class the teacher played it on his computer, and the ENTIRE class just started singing. There was such a feeling of unity, and when I heard it again after that I realized what a meaningful song it is. (And yes, you do need to give the rap a chance. Even though it's rap, it's good.)
"That's My Job" by Conway Twitty: This is the song for my dad and I. He played it for me one afternoon a few years ago, and it still makes me cry every time I hear it.
"There Is a God" by Lee Ann Womack: I was young, and my parents and I were driving back from the airport, and it was very dark. This song came on the radio, and it was just so perfect.
"Time to Be Your 21" by Alexz Johnson: I first heard this song on a show, and liked it. I'm still not completely sure what it means, but it brings back so many memories of the times I felt brave, or happy.
And on that note, dear friends, I will leave you. :) <3
Monday, April 11, 2011
Seasons in the Sun
The only reason I named this blog that title you see up there is because 1) it's nostalgic and 2) it mentions the ABCs, which is what I'm going to be covering here for you today.
Yes, my friends, I am now going to give you a fun fact for each letter of the alphabet. Why, you ask? Um, because I'm hyper. Duh. Anyone who even slightly knows me knew the answer to that question without having to ask.
A-Apples. They can be good, if they're, uh, good. And my dad has a very big obsession with them. Sometimes he'll eat a banana, and then he'll just grab an apple right after. *shrug*
B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh yes. I LOVE that song. SO MUCH. And I actually know the real lyrics; I'm probably the only person in the known world who does. Hey kids, shake it loose together, spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather, we'll kill the fatted calf tonight, so stick around...we're gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound...
C-Chocolate. Really. Who doesn't love it? I mean, except Eli. And all those, uh, other people I know who don't like it. But, you know, besides them. And Casablanca. THE movie. Humphrey Bogart + Ingrid Bergman = awesomeness. "Here's looking at you, kid."
D-DISNEY. SO GREAT. I can literally discourse for a whole hour on the Princess movies alone. Oh my gosh! I am totally going to do my next blog post on that! And, of course, Dogs. The best animals in the world.
E-Emily. My name. As every one of you who is not completely clueless knows. Oh yeah, and English. My favorite subject. SOME people, apparently, feel the need to take over that class one sarcastic comment at a time. Not so for me. English RULES.
F-Family. The most important thing.
G-GONE WITH THE WIND. YES. Gone With the Wind is an absolutely perfect movie, an epic love story. Clark Gable. Vivian Leigh. The Old South. YES! How could you get better? Also God Loves Ugly, which is an absolutely life-changing song. Just saying. (Not that I feel that way about myself, but still.)
H-Hi. A word I say much too often.
I-I? Wait, how do you spell this? Is it "I"? (If you don't know what that's from go read Calvin and Hobbes NOW.)
J-Joy. Find it in each moment.
K-K. My favorite letter.
L-Life. You know, it's the best thing that could happen to anyone. I mean, yeah, bad things might be happening, but at least you're alive. Oh my gosh! I just remembered something. There was this time when I was feeling really down, and Eli and I played this game where he would say, "Okay. You have two minutes. Think of good things, and do not stop until the two minutes are up." And I'd always start with "Well, I'm alive." (That would, of course, be followed by "The sky is blue." I mean, come on. That's a wonderful thing. What if it were green? THAT would be bad.)
M-Movies. Old and classic ones, to be exact. I LOVE them. Do you guys have the channel Turner Classic Movies? If not, you have to get it. It will always have a movie that is absolutely wonderful, like Roman Holiday (Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. You cannot get better) or It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World (THE funniest movie in the entire world. I am not kidding). Plus, they actually kiss well in those movies. Not any of this disgusting slobbery stuff they show in movies these days. I mean, I do like new movies too, like Stardust and 27 Dresses (with JAMES MARSDEN, plus it has THE SONG in it), but old movies just can't be beat.
N-Never. Say that word. OHHHHH, NEVER SAY NEVER!!!!!!!!!!! (Calm down, guys. I don't like Justin Beiber. I just said that to get a rise out of all of you. Just like how I'll always start singing "Baby" in English class to annoy my friend. *wipes tear from eye* Ahhh, good times, good times.)
O-Opposites. Without them, we wouldn't have a real sense of anything. I mean, if the sky hadn't turned orange on that memorable day in July 1701, we'd never know the real joy of it being blue. Right?
P-Pride and Prejudice. The OLD one. The OLD one. Did you hear? The OLD one. The one with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle. NOT the one with fish-lips Keira Knightley. The only movie Keira is good in is Bend it Like Beckham. And OMG, have you guys seen The King's Speech? Colin Firth is GREAT in it. Actually, he's great in everything. And he wasn't too bad-looking back in Pride and Prejudice days, I might add. Anyway, great movie. Enough said.
Q-Quirrell. Ha HA! You didn't think I'd think of a Q word, did you? Well, I did. I just wanted to work Harry Potter in here somewhere. It's awesome.
R-Rain. My favorite weather. Also, Rhinestone Cowboy. My favorite song EVER. It's by Glen Campbell, who was in the OLD version of True Grit. Do NOT see the new version. The old one has John Wayne. The new one has Jeff Bridges, who was admittedly pretty good-looking in his younger days, but there isn't any comparison between him and John Wayne. NO ONE can compare to John Wayne. I'm serious. Anyway, about Rhinestone Cowboy, I know it's country and blah blah blah, but I'm not ashamed of liking it. It's about following your dream, and the melody is amazing. S-Scotland. BEST. PLACE. EVER! I think everyone agrees with me on this point. Right? RIGHT? *prepares to deck anyone who doesn't*
T-Taylor Swift. My favorite singer, although my favorite SONG isn't by her. Also, Top of the World, by The Carpenters, who were like an '80s band, which is super old-fashioned, but I don't care. Great song.
U-UMBRELLA! Of course. It's el paraguas in Spanish, my favorite Spanish word. Who doesn't love umbrella? Really.
V-Vienna. The awesome place, and the awesome song by Billy Joel.
W-Why? The philosopher's question. Can you find the answer to that question? Why? Feel free to message me if you find it. Here's my answer: Because elephants are awesome. And anything unrelated to elephants is irrelephant.
X-Xylophones. An instrument which, I'm proud to say, I can play. I learned at Fayette Street Academy, my old school, although I go to Santa Fe Prep now. Yay!
Z-Zed. The way they pronounce Z in places like England, Canada, and Australia.
:) Bye!
Yes, my friends, I am now going to give you a fun fact for each letter of the alphabet. Why, you ask? Um, because I'm hyper. Duh. Anyone who even slightly knows me knew the answer to that question without having to ask.
A-Apples. They can be good, if they're, uh, good. And my dad has a very big obsession with them. Sometimes he'll eat a banana, and then he'll just grab an apple right after. *shrug*
B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh yes. I LOVE that song. SO MUCH. And I actually know the real lyrics; I'm probably the only person in the known world who does. Hey kids, shake it loose together, spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather, we'll kill the fatted calf tonight, so stick around...we're gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound...
C-Chocolate. Really. Who doesn't love it? I mean, except Eli. And all those, uh, other people I know who don't like it. But, you know, besides them. And Casablanca. THE movie. Humphrey Bogart + Ingrid Bergman = awesomeness. "Here's looking at you, kid."
D-DISNEY. SO GREAT. I can literally discourse for a whole hour on the Princess movies alone. Oh my gosh! I am totally going to do my next blog post on that! And, of course, Dogs. The best animals in the world.
E-Emily. My name. As every one of you who is not completely clueless knows. Oh yeah, and English. My favorite subject. SOME people, apparently, feel the need to take over that class one sarcastic comment at a time. Not so for me. English RULES.
F-Family. The most important thing.
G-GONE WITH THE WIND. YES. Gone With the Wind is an absolutely perfect movie, an epic love story. Clark Gable. Vivian Leigh. The Old South. YES! How could you get better? Also God Loves Ugly, which is an absolutely life-changing song. Just saying. (Not that I feel that way about myself, but still.)
H-Hi. A word I say much too often.
I-I? Wait, how do you spell this? Is it "I"? (If you don't know what that's from go read Calvin and Hobbes NOW.)
J-Joy. Find it in each moment.
K-K. My favorite letter.
L-Life. You know, it's the best thing that could happen to anyone. I mean, yeah, bad things might be happening, but at least you're alive. Oh my gosh! I just remembered something. There was this time when I was feeling really down, and Eli and I played this game where he would say, "Okay. You have two minutes. Think of good things, and do not stop until the two minutes are up." And I'd always start with "Well, I'm alive." (That would, of course, be followed by "The sky is blue." I mean, come on. That's a wonderful thing. What if it were green? THAT would be bad.)
M-Movies. Old and classic ones, to be exact. I LOVE them. Do you guys have the channel Turner Classic Movies? If not, you have to get it. It will always have a movie that is absolutely wonderful, like Roman Holiday (Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. You cannot get better) or It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World (THE funniest movie in the entire world. I am not kidding). Plus, they actually kiss well in those movies. Not any of this disgusting slobbery stuff they show in movies these days. I mean, I do like new movies too, like Stardust and 27 Dresses (with JAMES MARSDEN, plus it has THE SONG in it), but old movies just can't be beat.
N-Never. Say that word. OHHHHH, NEVER SAY NEVER!!!!!!!!!!! (Calm down, guys. I don't like Justin Beiber. I just said that to get a rise out of all of you. Just like how I'll always start singing "Baby" in English class to annoy my friend. *wipes tear from eye* Ahhh, good times, good times.)
O-Opposites. Without them, we wouldn't have a real sense of anything. I mean, if the sky hadn't turned orange on that memorable day in July 1701, we'd never know the real joy of it being blue. Right?
P-Pride and Prejudice. The OLD one. The OLD one. Did you hear? The OLD one. The one with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle. NOT the one with fish-lips Keira Knightley. The only movie Keira is good in is Bend it Like Beckham. And OMG, have you guys seen The King's Speech? Colin Firth is GREAT in it. Actually, he's great in everything. And he wasn't too bad-looking back in Pride and Prejudice days, I might add. Anyway, great movie. Enough said.
Q-Quirrell. Ha HA! You didn't think I'd think of a Q word, did you? Well, I did. I just wanted to work Harry Potter in here somewhere. It's awesome.
R-Rain. My favorite weather. Also, Rhinestone Cowboy. My favorite song EVER. It's by Glen Campbell, who was in the OLD version of True Grit. Do NOT see the new version. The old one has John Wayne. The new one has Jeff Bridges, who was admittedly pretty good-looking in his younger days, but there isn't any comparison between him and John Wayne. NO ONE can compare to John Wayne. I'm serious. Anyway, about Rhinestone Cowboy, I know it's country and blah blah blah, but I'm not ashamed of liking it. It's about following your dream, and the melody is amazing. S-Scotland. BEST. PLACE. EVER! I think everyone agrees with me on this point. Right? RIGHT? *prepares to deck anyone who doesn't*
T-Taylor Swift. My favorite singer, although my favorite SONG isn't by her. Also, Top of the World, by The Carpenters, who were like an '80s band, which is super old-fashioned, but I don't care. Great song.
U-UMBRELLA! Of course. It's el paraguas in Spanish, my favorite Spanish word. Who doesn't love umbrella? Really.
V-Vienna. The awesome place, and the awesome song by Billy Joel.
W-Why? The philosopher's question. Can you find the answer to that question? Why? Feel free to message me if you find it. Here's my answer: Because elephants are awesome. And anything unrelated to elephants is irrelephant.
X-Xylophones. An instrument which, I'm proud to say, I can play. I learned at Fayette Street Academy, my old school, although I go to Santa Fe Prep now. Yay!
Z-Zed. The way they pronounce Z in places like England, Canada, and Australia.
:) Bye!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Hi
So...hi.
Prep is the best school ever.
Pink guava ice cream with sprinkles---*sticks out tongue at certain person who decided to make fun for not getting gummi bears*---is really good. And it's from Yoberri. Go there. Seriously.
Now everyone, I am going to reveal who I secretly am. Yes, that's right.
Me, a definition:
I am the girl who will burst into random laughter in English class. I am the girl who, when her friend says a totally random word like "mice" will crack up. (That's actually a true story.) I am the girl who freaks out when she gets an A-. I am the girl who thinks Rhett Butler from Gone With the Wind is the most perfect guy ever (almost), and will actually bash your head in if you dispute her. I am the girl who is disgusted with most fantasy and loves classics. And not just classics, but most other books too. Oh wait, I forgot Colin Firth! Is Rhett Butler more perfect than him? It's hard to say. I am the girl who will get hyper off a Milano cookie. (Seriously. My friends have seen it happen.) I am the girl who will be totally bad/zoned out in PE, but when the teacher puts on that "Bring 'em out, bring 'em out" song (have you heard that song? It's insane) will go crazy with the dodgeball. I am one of those dreaded DGs---Daddy's Girls. (Be afraid. Be very afraid.) I am the girl who will be walking to Yoberri, and when the person next to her says, "I bet you can't guess where it is from here," says back, "I can't," and then realizes she's standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF IT. (Yes. I have 20-20 vision, but I am blind when it comes to certain things.) I am the girl who will cry at certain things like certain ends of movies. I am the girl who is religious, but will not bash in the heads of people who are not. (Although it does put a certain distance between me and that person.) I am the girl who will sit for hours watching her email and blog, wondering if ANYONE IN THIS WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD is EVER going to email her or comment on her blog. (If that wasn't a tangible hint to you all, I don't know what it is.) I am a writer, hoping to finish a story. I am the girl who loves dogs and chocolate. Duct tape! Yes, duct tape is shiny. And silver. I am the girl who is easily entertained, especially when I am hyper. I am the girl who will wear one of those newsboy caps just because they're awesome. (Hey, I should have taken Eli's hat from him! Why didn't I?) And I am the girl who is now ending this blog post.
Goodbye and good luck. :) <3
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The Life of the Student/Author...Secrets Revealed!
Hi!
I have decided to compile a wonderful and amazing guide to the secret life of the student/author. Secrets that have never been revealed before shall be revealed. And you will all get to see fo fwee! *dances about* YAY!!!!!!!
Okay. Here goes.
Introduction: What many of you do not understand is that Student/Authors have deadlines. They do. They do not just write something brilliantly and send it out. They have days that are circled on their Giants baseball calendar so laboriously that the red pen has torn through the paper, and exclamation points and asterisks in their planners that stand for swear words only they know. This is basically the story and life of these people.
P.S.: The obvious exception to this rule is J. K. Rowling, who is allowed to turn in any of her books, in any form she wants. The publishers do not care. She does not have deadlines. She could write sentences in tiny penmanship on small, coffee-stained scraps of paper and toss them into the ocean and the publishers would go fishing for them. Seriously.
**I use the pronoun "he" when referring to the Student/Author, because let it be known that I am in NO WAY referring to myself. No way at all. In the world. No. Never. Not at all.
1. The Student/Author: Looking good and feeling fine.
The Student/Author is doing well. He's made a rather pathetic start to his English paper, and the story deadline for that magazine is on March 4th. Actually---he looks at the calendar---BOTH of them are due on March 4th. March 4th, you say? Hah! In Student/Author years, that's a lifetime away.
The Student/Author looks at the calendar. March 4th is a week away. This brings about...
2. The Realization (it's best to be sitting down when it comes).
What? This can't be. This really cannot be. Do they not comprehend? (This is about the time that, for some inexplicable reason, the Student/Author falls back on his rudimentary knowledge of Spanish and starts yelling, "No es possible!") The only start to the English paper that the Student/Author really has is that form of beginning that isn't really a beginning, but just a sort of excuse to use when parents ask if he has started the paper. The story---the Student/Author does not even want to talk about the story. However, the story must be started. Clearly, this is the moment to go to the English teacher and beg for more time.
3. The teacher always has something wise to say.
"My child, I cannot give you an extension because you really should have started earlier. I'm sure you'll finish. After all, you've had weeks. Good luck, Student/Author! I'll see that project in a week!" No. No, no, no. The Student/Author falls into a sort of dim haze as the teacher puts a firm hand on his shoulder and steers him gently out the door. There is nothing to do but go home and start the story. The English paper will just have to wait. The magazine deadline is March 4th...but wait! The paper is March 4th as well! The Student/Author begins to curse the times that he meant to start these unavoidable things---he really meant to!---but got distracted, mainly bythat gateway to hell the internet.
4. The Student/Author then goes into that lovely but unproductive phase of life called Denial.
This is when the Student/Author begins to do totally irrelevant things, like instant messaging, adding unnecessarily long posts to his blog, going to the mall and buying incredibly cheap stuff that falls apart the second one touches it, and standing over his sleeping father and poking him and giggling uncontrollably every time he snorts and mutters. The projects aren't due for a week, after all. The Student/Author has oodles of time. Then comes the big crash.
5. The Student/Author realizes that there is really nothing to do now but die.
How could the Student/Author ever have thought he could write? He has no ideas. None. Not even bad ones. He is in a state, having just realized that he forgot the book without which the English paper cannot be written. It is now just a few days before everything is due. The Student/Author's father is beginning to hover suggestively around the computer, harrumphing and disguising phrases like, "Procrastinator," "If you get anything less than an A, I'll kill you," and "Why are you doing THAT when the magazine deadline is in a few days?" within loud coughs. The Student/Author is thinking up worse and worse excuses as it gets later and later at night, and finally, after having reached that stage where he can only stare at a blank screen and make up small, wavering songs in which everything rhymes with "pee" while giggling feebly, he shuts down the computer and goes to bed, hoping never to wake up.
6. Suddenly, miraculously, the Student/Author is flooded with ideas, and, along with them, joy and good cheer for everyone.
The Student/Author is fancy free, having magically written the English paper AND the story within two days. The deadlines have been met and it's undoubtedly time for a party.
And that, my friends, is the secret life of the Student/Author.
I have decided to compile a wonderful and amazing guide to the secret life of the student/author. Secrets that have never been revealed before shall be revealed. And you will all get to see fo fwee! *dances about* YAY!!!!!!!
Okay. Here goes.
Introduction: What many of you do not understand is that Student/Authors have deadlines. They do. They do not just write something brilliantly and send it out. They have days that are circled on their Giants baseball calendar so laboriously that the red pen has torn through the paper, and exclamation points and asterisks in their planners that stand for swear words only they know. This is basically the story and life of these people.
P.S.: The obvious exception to this rule is J. K. Rowling, who is allowed to turn in any of her books, in any form she wants. The publishers do not care. She does not have deadlines. She could write sentences in tiny penmanship on small, coffee-stained scraps of paper and toss them into the ocean and the publishers would go fishing for them. Seriously.
**I use the pronoun "he" when referring to the Student/Author, because let it be known that I am in NO WAY referring to myself. No way at all. In the world. No. Never. Not at all.
1. The Student/Author: Looking good and feeling fine.
The Student/Author is doing well. He's made a rather pathetic start to his English paper, and the story deadline for that magazine is on March 4th. Actually---he looks at the calendar---BOTH of them are due on March 4th. March 4th, you say? Hah! In Student/Author years, that's a lifetime away.
The Student/Author looks at the calendar. March 4th is a week away. This brings about...
2. The Realization (it's best to be sitting down when it comes).
What? This can't be. This really cannot be. Do they not comprehend? (This is about the time that, for some inexplicable reason, the Student/Author falls back on his rudimentary knowledge of Spanish and starts yelling, "No es possible!") The only start to the English paper that the Student/Author really has is that form of beginning that isn't really a beginning, but just a sort of excuse to use when parents ask if he has started the paper. The story---the Student/Author does not even want to talk about the story. However, the story must be started. Clearly, this is the moment to go to the English teacher and beg for more time.
3. The teacher always has something wise to say.
"My child, I cannot give you an extension because you really should have started earlier. I'm sure you'll finish. After all, you've had weeks. Good luck, Student/Author! I'll see that project in a week!" No. No, no, no. The Student/Author falls into a sort of dim haze as the teacher puts a firm hand on his shoulder and steers him gently out the door. There is nothing to do but go home and start the story. The English paper will just have to wait. The magazine deadline is March 4th...but wait! The paper is March 4th as well! The Student/Author begins to curse the times that he meant to start these unavoidable things---he really meant to!---but got distracted, mainly by
4. The Student/Author then goes into that lovely but unproductive phase of life called Denial.
This is when the Student/Author begins to do totally irrelevant things, like instant messaging, adding unnecessarily long posts to his blog, going to the mall and buying incredibly cheap stuff that falls apart the second one touches it, and standing over his sleeping father and poking him and giggling uncontrollably every time he snorts and mutters. The projects aren't due for a week, after all. The Student/Author has oodles of time. Then comes the big crash.
5. The Student/Author realizes that there is really nothing to do now but die.
How could the Student/Author ever have thought he could write? He has no ideas. None. Not even bad ones. He is in a state, having just realized that he forgot the book without which the English paper cannot be written. It is now just a few days before everything is due. The Student/Author's father is beginning to hover suggestively around the computer, harrumphing and disguising phrases like, "Procrastinator," "If you get anything less than an A, I'll kill you," and "Why are you doing THAT when the magazine deadline is in a few days?" within loud coughs. The Student/Author is thinking up worse and worse excuses as it gets later and later at night, and finally, after having reached that stage where he can only stare at a blank screen and make up small, wavering songs in which everything rhymes with "pee" while giggling feebly, he shuts down the computer and goes to bed, hoping never to wake up.
6. Suddenly, miraculously, the Student/Author is flooded with ideas, and, along with them, joy and good cheer for everyone.
The Student/Author is fancy free, having magically written the English paper AND the story within two days. The deadlines have been met and it's undoubtedly time for a party.
And that, my friends, is the secret life of the Student/Author.
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