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!
Monday, April 11, 2011
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.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Hi!
Why, you ask, am I sitting here at my lovely Mac, typing this post, when I should be at school? Well, I answer with a barely disguised smirk, I DON'T HAVE TO BE THERE UNTIL 9:40!!!!! That's right, people.
The reason: WINTER WONDER DAYS!!!! Prep has this lovely thing that happens for four Mondays, starting in late January and ending in February. It's where you can choose skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing, or ice skating/swimming, and do it all Monday, every Monday. I chose ice skating/swimming just because I am Emily the Non-Skiier/Snowboarder, and here I am.
Anyway, to more important things...I'M READING GONE WITH THE WIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST BOOK IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND YOU HAVE TO READ IT AND THAT MEANS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously. It is the best book ever. I'm not kidding. Read it. Live it. Be it.
January is almost over. That means a few things:
1. It's almost Valentine's Day! I love Valentine's Day, and that includes the movie. You get candy and hearts. It is awesome.
2. I get the results back from the ERB tests. I forget what those letters stand for...oh yeah, I think it's Educational Record Bureau or something like that. They're basically standardized tests. Please, dear friends, pray for me that I get a good score, because those of you who are familiar with my dear father know what will happen if I don't.
And...it's January 24th, which means it's exactly two months until the most important day in the entire universe. (I'll give you a moment to think.) Okay, thought about it? Yes, you guessed right (or wrong, as the case may be): my birthday!!!!!! :) I'll be fourteen!!!!!!
School is beating me down, which is why I'm kind of happy about Winter Wonder Days. (On the Prep calendar it just says WWD, and the first time I saw it I thought it meant, like, World War D or something like that.) Projects are due and we're just beginning to dig into the semester. But I will pull through. I always do, and with flying colors, no less. :)
On top of that I have two new book ideas beating around in my brain, each demanding my full attention. I can't tell you about them yet, but I will definitely NOT be posting them on Inkpop. I already have part of one book on there, and I've realized that I would just rather send stuff to publishers right away. Inkpop was a wonderful jumping-off point, though, and I will still be on there regularly, so thank you, my Inkpop buddies! I will always be grateful. :) <3
Wish me luck, and I wish you all luck and friendship with whatever you happen to be doing right now. :) <3
The reason: WINTER WONDER DAYS!!!! Prep has this lovely thing that happens for four Mondays, starting in late January and ending in February. It's where you can choose skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing, or ice skating/swimming, and do it all Monday, every Monday. I chose ice skating/swimming just because I am Emily the Non-Skiier/Snowboarder, and here I am.
Anyway, to more important things...I'M READING GONE WITH THE WIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST BOOK IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND YOU HAVE TO READ IT AND THAT MEANS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously. It is the best book ever. I'm not kidding. Read it. Live it. Be it.
January is almost over. That means a few things:
1. It's almost Valentine's Day! I love Valentine's Day, and that includes the movie. You get candy and hearts. It is awesome.
2. I get the results back from the ERB tests. I forget what those letters stand for...oh yeah, I think it's Educational Record Bureau or something like that. They're basically standardized tests. Please, dear friends, pray for me that I get a good score, because those of you who are familiar with my dear father know what will happen if I don't.
And...it's January 24th, which means it's exactly two months until the most important day in the entire universe. (I'll give you a moment to think.) Okay, thought about it? Yes, you guessed right (or wrong, as the case may be): my birthday!!!!!! :) I'll be fourteen!!!!!!
School is beating me down, which is why I'm kind of happy about Winter Wonder Days. (On the Prep calendar it just says WWD, and the first time I saw it I thought it meant, like, World War D or something like that.) Projects are due and we're just beginning to dig into the semester. But I will pull through. I always do, and with flying colors, no less. :)
On top of that I have two new book ideas beating around in my brain, each demanding my full attention. I can't tell you about them yet, but I will definitely NOT be posting them on Inkpop. I already have part of one book on there, and I've realized that I would just rather send stuff to publishers right away. Inkpop was a wonderful jumping-off point, though, and I will still be on there regularly, so thank you, my Inkpop buddies! I will always be grateful. :) <3
Wish me luck, and I wish you all luck and friendship with whatever you happen to be doing right now. :) <3
Monday, January 17, 2011
Wow
Okay.
First of all, I just wanted to say---this is the first post of 2011!!! I can't believe it! I meant to post earlier, but I just got caught up in things...
Anyway, I just found THE most sad, deep, meaningful song EVER. I'm about to post a link to it. Listen to it. I'm serious. It changes your life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJbrc8nnQCo&feature=related
"Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
-Emily :) <3
First of all, I just wanted to say---this is the first post of 2011!!! I can't believe it! I meant to post earlier, but I just got caught up in things...
Anyway, I just found THE most sad, deep, meaningful song EVER. I'm about to post a link to it. Listen to it. I'm serious. It changes your life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJbrc8nnQCo&feature=related
"Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
-Emily :) <3
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
News
Hi everyone!
I don't know if any of you are going to be able to believe this...but...I AM TYPING THIS VERY POST, HERE IN THIS VERY CHAIR, IN THIS VERY ROOM, IN THIS VERY HOUSE, IN THIS VERY CITY, IN THIS VERY STATE, IN THIS VERY COUNTRY, IN THIS VERY HEMISPHERE, IN THIS VERY WORLD, IN THIS VERY GALAXY, IN THIS VERY UNIVERSE...
drum roll please...
ON. MY. MAC.
Have you screamed? Have you toppled over in your computer chair? Have you had a coronary and had to be taken to the hospital?
I don't actually really know what "coronary" means, but I presume it's some sort of malfunction of the brain or something like that, due to extreme surprise. Maybe I'd just better say heart attack.
I am on page 350 of Emma, by Jane Austen, which is my long novel to read over Christmas break for the English assignment for the next semester. Oh yeah. Only...*counts on fingers*...195 more pages to go! YES!
But actually, I'm really enjoying the book. I mean, sometimes it feels like I'm just slogging through, but some parts made me laugh out loud and some are incredibly interesting. Jane Austen was actually born in the 1700s. THE 1700S!!! Can you believe that? And she wrote in the early 1800s.
And she is a genius who makes other possible writers feel like the mangiest of fuzzy caterpillars who thought they had some talent completely die.
Okay, so you people...*cough cough* BRIDGET AND, OF COURSE, ELI...may think that the story of actual people who are doing actual things and possibly falling in love is something that can just be sneezed away. But in fact, it is better than all the other superficial stuff out there. I mean, come on! Don't you think it's better than TWILIGHT, for the love of God? And I'm not saying that SOME fantasy isn't good.
I'm sorry, but I just have to interrupt that thought to say that Wheat Thins with sun-dried tomato and basil are the BEST THING EVER.
Anyway, I'm not saying that SOME fantasy and whatnot has its merits, and I am not opposed to reading it at times...and enjoying it greatly, might I add, so long as it's good. But all I'm saying is that we can't ignore the real world, and going into a fictional world that is still "the real world" can help us escape from the real world without taking us to some weird planet with craters or something that make us feel sad for some reason and very far away from home.
And yes, in case you were wondering. I am extremely hyper.
And Bridget, I'm sure Dune has its merits as well. But I would rather read about how that awful Mrs. Elton is prattling on about her stupid rich brother-in-law (in a super funny way) and how Harriet Smith and Mr. Woodhouse are being pathetically funny and sweet, and how Mr. Knightley (sigh, Mr. Knightley) is so wonderful and strong and handsome and noble and generally the most perfect man ever than about Lord Peevin or whatever his name is.
All of you who are not Bridget Ann Bohlin, ignore that last paragraph.
Well, my dad is watching Turner Classic Movies with that guy Robert Osborne on TV who does the commentary for the movies. Robert Osborne does not have a toupee, but that's pretty much the only thing he has going for him. He drinks, but is pretty good at not showing it, and sometimes when he's doing a little blurb for the movie he sways and slurs his words a bit. He is still alive, but it's debatable whether he has a soul. *gasp!* I bet the dementors sucked it out! Why didn't I think of that before???
My dear friends, what are you doing to ring the New Year in? It's gone by so quickly. In about 3 months...I'll be fourteen! For some reason, fourteen has always seemed like the pivotal age to me, which is sort of weird because thirteen is, after all, a teenager. But still. I don't know.
And come March 24th, I'll be able to crow over how I'm older than certain friends of mine. Bridget...Roan...Eli...heh heh heh.
Before I go, I have a few things to say.
1. This is the longest post ever.
2. I can't believe I have a wonderful, beautiful, extraordinary Mac.
3. My Mac's name is Warmson. Laugh all you want, but if you ever see "The Forsyte Saga" you'll be laughing on the other side of your faces. He's the butler in that God (or Goddess) of all movies. Nothing has ever really topped the OLD version of "The Forsyte Saga."
4. My desktop picture is a cute snow leopard who at the same time has that don't-mess-with-me expression on his face. I tried to do a picture of "The Forsyte Saga" (as Roan knows), but that...erm...didn't work out.
5. I am madly in love. With many things in this world.
6. Go buy Wheat Thins with sun-dried tomato and basil right now.
7. Goodbye! :) <3
I don't know if any of you are going to be able to believe this...but...I AM TYPING THIS VERY POST, HERE IN THIS VERY CHAIR, IN THIS VERY ROOM, IN THIS VERY HOUSE, IN THIS VERY CITY, IN THIS VERY STATE, IN THIS VERY COUNTRY, IN THIS VERY HEMISPHERE, IN THIS VERY WORLD, IN THIS VERY GALAXY, IN THIS VERY UNIVERSE...
drum roll please...
ON. MY. MAC.
Have you screamed? Have you toppled over in your computer chair? Have you had a coronary and had to be taken to the hospital?
I don't actually really know what "coronary" means, but I presume it's some sort of malfunction of the brain or something like that, due to extreme surprise. Maybe I'd just better say heart attack.
I am on page 350 of Emma, by Jane Austen, which is my long novel to read over Christmas break for the English assignment for the next semester. Oh yeah. Only...*counts on fingers*...195 more pages to go! YES!
But actually, I'm really enjoying the book. I mean, sometimes it feels like I'm just slogging through, but some parts made me laugh out loud and some are incredibly interesting. Jane Austen was actually born in the 1700s. THE 1700S!!! Can you believe that? And she wrote in the early 1800s.
And she is a genius who makes other possible writers feel like the mangiest of fuzzy caterpillars who thought they had some talent completely die.
Okay, so you people...*cough cough* BRIDGET AND, OF COURSE, ELI...may think that the story of actual people who are doing actual things and possibly falling in love is something that can just be sneezed away. But in fact, it is better than all the other superficial stuff out there. I mean, come on! Don't you think it's better than TWILIGHT, for the love of God? And I'm not saying that SOME fantasy isn't good.
I'm sorry, but I just have to interrupt that thought to say that Wheat Thins with sun-dried tomato and basil are the BEST THING EVER.
Anyway, I'm not saying that SOME fantasy and whatnot has its merits, and I am not opposed to reading it at times...and enjoying it greatly, might I add, so long as it's good. But all I'm saying is that we can't ignore the real world, and going into a fictional world that is still "the real world" can help us escape from the real world without taking us to some weird planet with craters or something that make us feel sad for some reason and very far away from home.
And yes, in case you were wondering. I am extremely hyper.
And Bridget, I'm sure Dune has its merits as well. But I would rather read about how that awful Mrs. Elton is prattling on about her stupid rich brother-in-law (in a super funny way) and how Harriet Smith and Mr. Woodhouse are being pathetically funny and sweet, and how Mr. Knightley (sigh, Mr. Knightley) is so wonderful and strong and handsome and noble and generally the most perfect man ever than about Lord Peevin or whatever his name is.
All of you who are not Bridget Ann Bohlin, ignore that last paragraph.
Well, my dad is watching Turner Classic Movies with that guy Robert Osborne on TV who does the commentary for the movies. Robert Osborne does not have a toupee, but that's pretty much the only thing he has going for him. He drinks, but is pretty good at not showing it, and sometimes when he's doing a little blurb for the movie he sways and slurs his words a bit. He is still alive, but it's debatable whether he has a soul. *gasp!* I bet the dementors sucked it out! Why didn't I think of that before???
My dear friends, what are you doing to ring the New Year in? It's gone by so quickly. In about 3 months...I'll be fourteen! For some reason, fourteen has always seemed like the pivotal age to me, which is sort of weird because thirteen is, after all, a teenager. But still. I don't know.
And come March 24th, I'll be able to crow over how I'm older than certain friends of mine. Bridget...Roan...Eli...heh heh heh.
Before I go, I have a few things to say.
1. This is the longest post ever.
2. I can't believe I have a wonderful, beautiful, extraordinary Mac.
3. My Mac's name is Warmson. Laugh all you want, but if you ever see "The Forsyte Saga" you'll be laughing on the other side of your faces. He's the butler in that God (or Goddess) of all movies. Nothing has ever really topped the OLD version of "The Forsyte Saga."
4. My desktop picture is a cute snow leopard who at the same time has that don't-mess-with-me expression on his face. I tried to do a picture of "The Forsyte Saga" (as Roan knows), but that...erm...didn't work out.
5. I am madly in love. With many things in this world.
6. Go buy Wheat Thins with sun-dried tomato and basil right now.
7. Goodbye! :) <3
Saturday, December 18, 2010
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Hi everyone!
Could life BE more boring? I'm just sitting around wanting Christmas to come, and I'm all at sixes and sevens. There's nothing to DO.
In other news, my computer totally died, which is sad, but...I'M GETTING A MAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does wild insane war-whoop dance* YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye! :) <3
Could life BE more boring? I'm just sitting around wanting Christmas to come, and I'm all at sixes and sevens. There's nothing to DO.
In other news, my computer totally died, which is sad, but...I'M GETTING A MAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does wild insane war-whoop dance* YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye! :) <3
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