Hello blog readers of the world! Hope you all had excellent respective holidays!
I'm writing today because I kind of just felt like it. Writing. And Reading (I need more books people. Please comment with suggestions. Only good ones allowed). Like, it's been a while. So I took a quiz-like thing on the internet to see what famous writer I write like for inspiration. My friend had taken it and she was lucky enough to write like Vonnegut. Jealous, and curious, I took the test and it told me I wrote like J.D. Salinger. At first I was actually upset. I mean, Catcher in the Rye is extremely controversial, and Salinger has a pretty big nose (wouldn't want to be associated with that). People say only crazies and axe murderers have Catcher in their homes, or like it, or whatever, but I for sure disagree. I loved that book and I'm probably one of the least crazy people in my family, at least I hope... Anyways, it got me thinking about what I wanted to do with my life.
I want to write. Like be all awesome and cool and famous for writing a story from a dream (even if the story sucked), or start writing on a napkin on a train and become richer than the Queen (That's what happened to J.K. right?). No, it's not about the money, I just like to write is all. And I'd like to do something that I genuinely enjoy if I have to do it for the next few decades. Well but so here is the problem. A writing major, or an English major, doesn't usually get you a job. And although I'm not basing all my life choices on the fact that I need to make bank and have some smokin' career, I still like having a place to live. And food. (My sister is reading this thinking, I was an Lit major! You can totally get a job! But get this, she is also a doctor. So that isn't exactly the general course for a Lit major. Lez be honest.)
Blog readers of the world! Help me out! What can I do where I can write and be as happy as a nerdfighter at Comi-con while still being able to live in a place with running water? This is actually important, seeing as I'll have to make grown-up decisions while I play pretend adult at college, and I've got time to really decide, but I also need some time to change my mind. We all know that usually happens in university anyways. Comment with ideas and suggestions for careers and majors that don't stink please, who knows, maybe I'll actually take them.
Also, Happy New Year! You know, if you follow the Gregorian Calendar and celebrate that and all. See you when the 21st century hits the teenage years. Hold on to your hats, that is bound to be a crazy time full of pimples and hormones for the planet.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
You Just Won The Award for Never Forgetting to be Awesome! Enjoy a Trip to Vidcon!
So blog readers of the world, I am incredibly sorry for abandoning you. That was unfair of me, and I truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. It's time to forgive and forget, so let's move past that. This leads me to the topic of my post for the day. YouTube.
The most recent vlog I became completely and utterly absorbed in, was the Lizzie Bennet Diaries. It was so extremely entertaining to watch this girl's life, and although I constantly thought, wow, this is kind of exactly like Pride and Prejudice (which I haven't even read), I didn't realize until just now that that was actually the goal, the point, the entire reason for creating that blog. Granted, I watched the first 53 episodes between the hours of 12am and 2am last night, but still, I was disappointed with my utter lack of ability to pick up on that. How am I supposed to be a famous YouTuber if I don't even realize what a famous YouTuber's point on YouTube is until the story is practically finished? What does that say about me?
Well, considering my impending fame on YouTube is slowly dwindling away, I'm thinking it means this: I will never be famous on YouTube, the only people that watch my class project are the people in my class... and my parents, and no, I will never win the award for never forgetting to be awesome. So no, I will not enjoy a trip to Vidcon. Maybe there is a "con" for average bloggers who barely blog? Probably not.
In case you care, here is the link to my final project: Shakespeare Final Project (English 140)
I recently had to create a video for a class project. Well I didn't have to create a video, but being me, I decided to be creative and ambitious and immediately hated myself after actually starting the video. It took me hours and hours to create, but I was strangely satisfied when I was finally, finally finished. I had a weird craving for more videos, and a new goal of becoming a famous YouTuber. I also fell in love with about a zillion vlogs, so this could have also been a contributor. Really, I just want to go to Vidcon for being awesome. Is that so bad?
The most recent vlog I became completely and utterly absorbed in, was the Lizzie Bennet Diaries. It was so extremely entertaining to watch this girl's life, and although I constantly thought, wow, this is kind of exactly like Pride and Prejudice (which I haven't even read), I didn't realize until just now that that was actually the goal, the point, the entire reason for creating that blog. Granted, I watched the first 53 episodes between the hours of 12am and 2am last night, but still, I was disappointed with my utter lack of ability to pick up on that. How am I supposed to be a famous YouTuber if I don't even realize what a famous YouTuber's point on YouTube is until the story is practically finished? What does that say about me?
Well, considering my impending fame on YouTube is slowly dwindling away, I'm thinking it means this: I will never be famous on YouTube, the only people that watch my class project are the people in my class... and my parents, and no, I will never win the award for never forgetting to be awesome. So no, I will not enjoy a trip to Vidcon. Maybe there is a "con" for average bloggers who barely blog? Probably not.
In case you care, here is the link to my final project: Shakespeare Final Project (English 140)
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thanksgiving Day Comes But Once a Year
In my opinion, Thanksgiving Day is the best day of November.
Right off the bat, you don't have school, or work. So automatically you're thankful for something. You sleep in, wake up, and either head down to Detroit to run the Turkey Trot so you don't feel bad about pigging out tonight, or you act like a lazy person like myself and watch The Thanksgiving Day Parade in Detroit at the parade route or on television with cinnamon pumpkin waffles or pancakes and Santa to look forward to. Not gonna lie, I never understood why the mayor gives Santa the key to Detroit, but I kinda like it.
Then you spend the day cooking and setting up and feeling happy and thankful while the smell of turkey and pie fills the house. As your mouth waters, you count down the hours, minutes, seconds until you'll be able to take the first bite of succulent white or dark meat and mound of potatoes with volcanic gravy rushing to all of the peas and corn waiting in terror below. You finish helping upon helping of Thanksgiving yummy-ness and eagerly await the pumpkin pie and whipped cream you know will soon be on your plate. Some of you will sit and watch the Lions lose, or whoever your team is otherwise win, and you'll rub your belly until morning.
Then, some of you will go to sleep and set your alarms for some absurd time like three in the morning to go stand in long lines with cocoa and coffee. You'll run into packed stores and grab whatever you can reach because it has big yellow sign with "30% off" written on it. You'll stomp on feet and pull hair so you can reach the biggest discount. You'll have some fun, maybe, and be really happy with the $54 you saved. Congrats to you.
I'd now like to take a moment to say happy birthday to my uncle's younger wife. Happy birthday!
Now, I'd like to say that I am thankful for so much. Too much to list on a silly blog post, but don't worry, there's a lot.
I hope you have everything in the world to be thankful for! Have a happy Thanksgiving! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Right off the bat, you don't have school, or work. So automatically you're thankful for something. You sleep in, wake up, and either head down to Detroit to run the Turkey Trot so you don't feel bad about pigging out tonight, or you act like a lazy person like myself and watch The Thanksgiving Day Parade in Detroit at the parade route or on television with cinnamon pumpkin waffles or pancakes and Santa to look forward to. Not gonna lie, I never understood why the mayor gives Santa the key to Detroit, but I kinda like it.
Then you spend the day cooking and setting up and feeling happy and thankful while the smell of turkey and pie fills the house. As your mouth waters, you count down the hours, minutes, seconds until you'll be able to take the first bite of succulent white or dark meat and mound of potatoes with volcanic gravy rushing to all of the peas and corn waiting in terror below. You finish helping upon helping of Thanksgiving yummy-ness and eagerly await the pumpkin pie and whipped cream you know will soon be on your plate. Some of you will sit and watch the Lions lose, or whoever your team is otherwise win, and you'll rub your belly until morning.
Then, some of you will go to sleep and set your alarms for some absurd time like three in the morning to go stand in long lines with cocoa and coffee. You'll run into packed stores and grab whatever you can reach because it has big yellow sign with "30% off" written on it. You'll stomp on feet and pull hair so you can reach the biggest discount. You'll have some fun, maybe, and be really happy with the $54 you saved. Congrats to you.
I'd now like to take a moment to say happy birthday to my uncle's younger wife. Happy birthday!
Now, I'd like to say that I am thankful for so much. Too much to list on a silly blog post, but don't worry, there's a lot.
I hope you have everything in the world to be thankful for! Have a happy Thanksgiving! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Where's that Silence in the Library?
Today, my day consisted of four things: Spanish, the library, homework, and crayons.
I woke up to my usual Here Comes the Sun 8:13 alarm clock and thought to myself, "It's cold and Spanish is dumb, so I should go back to bed". Of course, after having one of those in your head arguments, I realized this was an invalid case and got up for the typical morning routine of teeth brushing and cereal eating before the next two hours of Español. I was lucky, because I knew I didn't have to go to Spanish Lunch Tables for an hour after class with the amount of Othello work I had to do.
My luck soon ran out.
On the way back from class, I battled the winds of A-squared and headed for the Ugli. I made my way up the stairs like a popsicle, and headed to Askwith for the three and a half hour version of Othello I had to watch before writing my two page paper due tomorrow. You're thinking "woah that's a lot of Shakespeare", and I agree. But honestly, three and a half hours is one of the short ones. And I only had one video to watch this week. I'd say that's nice. Anyways, I go up to the guy working the media library and ask for the Ian McKellen version of Othello. I give him all the information I had on the film (year, actors, directors, anything I could find) and what class it was for, and waited for him to quickly grab the dvd and let me leave and watch. My teacher has this nasty habit of choosing the most obscure versions of each play, so they are hardly ever online. What a bummer. So the guy at the desk says, "uh, I'm not sure if we have that." I say "can you check?" "Oh yeah okay" (uh duh). Then he asks me to repeat the information again and decides that they have a version to watch in the library, but that it is being watched already by three people. I didn't care, I didn't want to have to sit there and watch anyways. So I awaited the time when he would realize that they must have another copy for me to take back to my dorm room and watch in my bed with animal crackers and snapple. After a lot of back-and-forths of me asking him to check and him realizing that, yeah, that's a thing, he comes back with a yellow case reading Othello Abridged. My heart sank. I knew this couldn't be it. It was only 62 minutes. There was no way. Then I had that other thought. "What if it was it?! What if I read the wrong one online?! He looked it up, he says its right!" So I grabbed the disk, said thank you, and headed out into the frozen tundra that was my campus. I got back to my room, put the disk in my computer, and saw that it was in fact the wrong version. I knew it, I just didn't want to believe it. So after waiting twenty minutes, hoping the dvd would miraculously appear in my room, I headed back to the Ugli. Back up the stairs like a popsicle, and into Askwith. The guy at the desk looked at me more confused than a pig in Alaska, and took the dvd back. He told me the one to watch there would be done in a few minutes, and I told him I'd wait.
Thirty minutes later, I was still waiting when someone from my class came in. He asked for Othello, and was told to join the club. One of the girls watching came out to say they were almost done, and I went back to waiting, this time with a partner. After five minutes, we decided to go back and see just how far they were in the film. They had just reached Act Five! He left, and I was all alone again. Then another girl came and we waited to watch together. Thank goodness. After another ten minutes, the three who had been watching came out shaking their heads. The film was long, and they didn't even bother finishing it. Guess who was excited? So we sit down to watch and are soon joined by another classmate. Clearly, we only sort of watched, sort of browsed the wonders of the internet, and really talked. A lot. We came up with our ideas for our paper, and finally finished. I'm not one to cut corners on an assignment, but I have to admit, I skipped to the good parts and got out of there as fast as possible and headed through the wind tunnel to my room to write my paper.
An hour and a half later I had finished the world's most awful paper. It was so full of singing in the shower that I felt ashamed to be writing it, but it had to be done. I finished just in time for ,y semi-mandatory Spanish tutoring. My brain was dead, but down the steps I went to hablo español.
After tutoring, I talked to my cousin. She's been asking me to go to the library with her since classes started, but it never worked out. I figured I'd spent most of my day in the library already, why not make it all of my day. So I headed out to the Ugli once again. I sat down, and realized how loud it was. I was caught in this awkward state of semi-attention to everything. My homework, other people's conversations. Everything. Of course I was surrounded by a calculus group (ah) and a group working on some Hamlet project (figures). At the mention of Horatio's name, my ears perked up like a puppy when the treat bag shakes. I was anything but productive. Oh, did I mention I forgot half of my homework in my room anyways? The sensory overload and lack of homework resulted in my leaving the library.
An hour later I finished my Spanish homework with just enough time to go to the crayon art event! I bundled back up, and headed across the howling courtyard to glue crayons on canvas and blow dry them to melt. It was so nice to be sitting on the floor surrounded by crayons, and not noisy library folk. My crayon art came out wonderisly as well. No that was not a typo. (I sort of copied another kids, but his was cool so I think it's okay.)
I know this story was kind of ridiculous and super long, but I don't care. I even had a request to write all about my library adventures. Hey, you're the one who decided to read it!
Oh and a little advice: next time you want to study or do any homework, the library (the Ugli at least) is not the place to go. Ever.
I woke up to my usual Here Comes the Sun 8:13 alarm clock and thought to myself, "It's cold and Spanish is dumb, so I should go back to bed". Of course, after having one of those in your head arguments, I realized this was an invalid case and got up for the typical morning routine of teeth brushing and cereal eating before the next two hours of Español. I was lucky, because I knew I didn't have to go to Spanish Lunch Tables for an hour after class with the amount of Othello work I had to do.
My luck soon ran out.
On the way back from class, I battled the winds of A-squared and headed for the Ugli. I made my way up the stairs like a popsicle, and headed to Askwith for the three and a half hour version of Othello I had to watch before writing my two page paper due tomorrow. You're thinking "woah that's a lot of Shakespeare", and I agree. But honestly, three and a half hours is one of the short ones. And I only had one video to watch this week. I'd say that's nice. Anyways, I go up to the guy working the media library and ask for the Ian McKellen version of Othello. I give him all the information I had on the film (year, actors, directors, anything I could find) and what class it was for, and waited for him to quickly grab the dvd and let me leave and watch. My teacher has this nasty habit of choosing the most obscure versions of each play, so they are hardly ever online. What a bummer. So the guy at the desk says, "uh, I'm not sure if we have that." I say "can you check?" "Oh yeah okay" (uh duh). Then he asks me to repeat the information again and decides that they have a version to watch in the library, but that it is being watched already by three people. I didn't care, I didn't want to have to sit there and watch anyways. So I awaited the time when he would realize that they must have another copy for me to take back to my dorm room and watch in my bed with animal crackers and snapple. After a lot of back-and-forths of me asking him to check and him realizing that, yeah, that's a thing, he comes back with a yellow case reading Othello Abridged. My heart sank. I knew this couldn't be it. It was only 62 minutes. There was no way. Then I had that other thought. "What if it was it?! What if I read the wrong one online?! He looked it up, he says its right!" So I grabbed the disk, said thank you, and headed out into the frozen tundra that was my campus. I got back to my room, put the disk in my computer, and saw that it was in fact the wrong version. I knew it, I just didn't want to believe it. So after waiting twenty minutes, hoping the dvd would miraculously appear in my room, I headed back to the Ugli. Back up the stairs like a popsicle, and into Askwith. The guy at the desk looked at me more confused than a pig in Alaska, and took the dvd back. He told me the one to watch there would be done in a few minutes, and I told him I'd wait.
Thirty minutes later, I was still waiting when someone from my class came in. He asked for Othello, and was told to join the club. One of the girls watching came out to say they were almost done, and I went back to waiting, this time with a partner. After five minutes, we decided to go back and see just how far they were in the film. They had just reached Act Five! He left, and I was all alone again. Then another girl came and we waited to watch together. Thank goodness. After another ten minutes, the three who had been watching came out shaking their heads. The film was long, and they didn't even bother finishing it. Guess who was excited? So we sit down to watch and are soon joined by another classmate. Clearly, we only sort of watched, sort of browsed the wonders of the internet, and really talked. A lot. We came up with our ideas for our paper, and finally finished. I'm not one to cut corners on an assignment, but I have to admit, I skipped to the good parts and got out of there as fast as possible and headed through the wind tunnel to my room to write my paper.
An hour and a half later I had finished the world's most awful paper. It was so full of singing in the shower that I felt ashamed to be writing it, but it had to be done. I finished just in time for ,y semi-mandatory Spanish tutoring. My brain was dead, but down the steps I went to hablo español.
After tutoring, I talked to my cousin. She's been asking me to go to the library with her since classes started, but it never worked out. I figured I'd spent most of my day in the library already, why not make it all of my day. So I headed out to the Ugli once again. I sat down, and realized how loud it was. I was caught in this awkward state of semi-attention to everything. My homework, other people's conversations. Everything. Of course I was surrounded by a calculus group (ah) and a group working on some Hamlet project (figures). At the mention of Horatio's name, my ears perked up like a puppy when the treat bag shakes. I was anything but productive. Oh, did I mention I forgot half of my homework in my room anyways? The sensory overload and lack of homework resulted in my leaving the library.
An hour later I finished my Spanish homework with just enough time to go to the crayon art event! I bundled back up, and headed across the howling courtyard to glue crayons on canvas and blow dry them to melt. It was so nice to be sitting on the floor surrounded by crayons, and not noisy library folk. My crayon art came out wonderisly as well. No that was not a typo. (I sort of copied another kids, but his was cool so I think it's okay.)
I know this story was kind of ridiculous and super long, but I don't care. I even had a request to write all about my library adventures. Hey, you're the one who decided to read it!
Oh and a little advice: next time you want to study or do any homework, the library (the Ugli at least) is not the place to go. Ever.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
I'm a Geek With a Pumpkin
It's that special time of year. The time when stores go from Halloween, to Thanksgiving, to Christmas (Hanukkah-ehh), to New Years sales in less than 30 days. The time when the radio plays the monster mash on one station and sleigh bells on another. The time when empty lots become pumpkin patches or forests of evergreens ready for tinsel. The time when that one store that never has anything in it suddenly is full of costumes for that candy filled haunted night in October, and then left hollowed out like the Jack-O-Lantern on the porch.
Jack-O-Lanterns-- This brings me to a very important part of this special time of year: carving pumpkins.
I've been carving pumpkins since before the days of daddy-daughter pumpkin carving. Every year, it is one of my favorite things to do in fall. I love going to the pumpkin patch, or that empty lot with the pumpkins on the tables and choosing the one with the most character. I am partial to the ones with a nice stem (in case I want to use it for a nose) and a very fat, plump round body or a tall and skinny thing. Usually some crooked face gets etched into my orange gourd, but this year, my cousin Z wouldn't allow just some silly face. She's a stencil user you see, and two triangular eyes and a three toothed smile just wouldn't cut it. As I stared at the taped picture of a cat glued to her globe, I realized that I had no idea what to carve into my pumpkin. If I was going to go all out and use a stencil, it was gonna mean something! Everyone was carving things that had to do with their costumes, spiders and cats, but somehow the Tardis didn't seem to work well on my pumpkin. So I searched the web... and found nothing acceptable. (How do you use ellipses guys?) Then I searched my brain. What was meaningful to me that would look good on a tall, skinny pumpkin? Then it came to me in a fit of geeky-ness! I was going to carve the most absurd thing I had ever carved into a pumpkin.
In honor of my good friend William Shakespeare, and my professor who thinks Hamlet should be learned over five weeks even though Macbeth, Othello, King Lear, and every other play only gets one week, and the teacher who first taught me Hamlet, I carved (drum roll please!!) Act Five scene one! That's right. The gravedigger scene. You know, "Alas poor Yorick!" Because yeah, I am that much of a geek.
Im a geek with a pumpkin and I'm proud of it!
Happy carving! Happy candy eating! Happy Halloween!!!!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
I Think You Need a Doctor
I guess given my family history it would make a lot of sense that I fall in love with a doctor. Unfortunately, my doctor is not just any old doctor. He is The Doctor. It's more of a name than a title really. Someone I will never be able to be with. The age difference is too great, and the fact that I'm not British is a definite turn off for him. Who is he you may ask? If you don't know, I'm sorry that you have yet to be infected.
Don't worry, your time will come.
Right...
Now!
Take your mouse immediately and open a new tab. Go to Netflix. If you don't have a Netflix, buy one (or borrow someone else's. That's what real people do anyways). Go to the search box. Type in Doctor Who and play the first episode. It's called Rose, or something, and it is fantastic. Now enjoy the rest of your life. It will be about a bagillion times better.
This is all being said after five days of watching by the way. So you know this is legit. I'm already on Season 3. It's a problem I'm proud of. I was just recently cursed with the good television infection, but I am so very thankful that I was. In honor of that gratefulness, I would like to publicly announce my gratitude to the universe and all the different worlds inside it. Thank you AGS. You have enlightened me to the world of the Whovians. I am glad to be here.
Don't worry, your time will come.
Right...
Now!
Take your mouse immediately and open a new tab. Go to Netflix. If you don't have a Netflix, buy one (or borrow someone else's. That's what real people do anyways). Go to the search box. Type in Doctor Who and play the first episode. It's called Rose, or something, and it is fantastic. Now enjoy the rest of your life. It will be about a bagillion times better.
This is all being said after five days of watching by the way. So you know this is legit. I'm already on Season 3. It's a problem I'm proud of. I was just recently cursed with the good television infection, but I am so very thankful that I was. In honor of that gratefulness, I would like to publicly announce my gratitude to the universe and all the different worlds inside it. Thank you AGS. You have enlightened me to the world of the Whovians. I am glad to be here.
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