I'm sorry, blogger, but tumblr is better.
http://scribbleouttheflyleaf.tumblr.com
see? on tumblr, you reblog stuff without feeling like a plagaristic hypocrite.
(and there goes any chance of the google people being nice to me)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
i wish I lived in a city.
I went to St. Louis yesterday (which, yes, I understand doesn't count as a huge city, but anyway) and I seriously wished I lived in a big city. Not right now. Not with six siblings, strict parents, and the like, but when I'm older, I'm going to get a gorgeous flat, in the middle of New York, and I will have a library, concerts, art shows, museums, classes, and noodles at my disposal. There'll be a photograph waiting to happen wherever I look, and I can walk through the street singing and dancing and eating noodles and nobody will call the police.
I'm perfectly aware that this is not entirely realistic. but I can dream, yes?
I'm perfectly aware that this is not entirely realistic. but I can dream, yes?
Saturday, October 23, 2010
what I love about email.
1. you can have 30 conversations at once without getting confused.
2. you can abruptly change topics without seeming rude.
3. you can send pictures, or links, or copy and paste the story you're writing or whatever, and I don't have to listen to you talk about it or try to find it on your cellphone. saves us both some time.
4. when you don't want to talk to somebody, they're bound to pop up at the store. If you don't want to email somebody, they'll email you. the difference is, you can get away with throwing an email in the trash bin, while picking up the person and throwing them in a dumpster in public is a bit more difficult.
5. it's private.
6. you can set filters to automatically delete messages from certain people, with the words "forward, quiz, or this is crazy cool!!!" in the subject line.
7. graffiti background.
2. you can abruptly change topics without seeming rude.
3. you can send pictures, or links, or copy and paste the story you're writing or whatever, and I don't have to listen to you talk about it or try to find it on your cellphone. saves us both some time.
4. when you don't want to talk to somebody, they're bound to pop up at the store. If you don't want to email somebody, they'll email you. the difference is, you can get away with throwing an email in the trash bin, while picking up the person and throwing them in a dumpster in public is a bit more difficult.
5. it's private.
6. you can set filters to automatically delete messages from certain people, with the words "forward, quiz, or this is crazy cool!!!" in the subject line.
7. graffiti background.
Friday, October 22, 2010
I'm finally DONE
okay, so I thought that 30 day challenge would be a good idea, but I'm very relieved that it's over. I would much rather blog about the weird people that go to the gym at 8:30 pm and juice. So remind me to never do one of those things again.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
who i am
I'm just me. But that doesn't really help, now does it?
I am... a rocker. an artist. a student. a swimmer. a friend. a sister. a daughter. a prankster. a rebel. a writer. an organizer. a reader. an eater. a maniac. I argue, I contradict, I annoy. I joke, I laugh, I make others laugh. I listen, I counsel, I comfort. I work, I sweat, I succeed. I lead, I rebel, I ignore. I follow, I trust, I accept. I think, I wonder, I cry. I eat, I drink, I'm merry. I sing, I dance, I'm joyful. And, if you give me enough sugar, I might even give you me deluxe Jonas Brother fan impersonation. But, in a way that has no english adjective, I'm me. I'm punk, I'm emo, I'm nerd, I'm annoying, I'm a clown, I'm artsy, I'm weird, I'm an athlete. I've been called all these things and more, but I don't believe it.
somebody said "generalizations are a necessary evil." I most emphatically agree. without them, we'd be even more confused than we already are. But with them, people ask you to generalize yourself. I've been living with myself for almost fifteen years. I've seen myself dancing in fluffy pink dresses, I've seen myself put people in choke-holds while playing water polo. I've seen myself do over a thousand situps without stopping, and I've seen myself spend hours on a couch with popcorn and a tv. I enjoy dressing up for fancy events, I enjoy running around in ripped jeans, ratty sneakers, and oversize t-shirts. I like drawing, listening to music, and watching emotional movies. I also love arguing, writing essays, and planning world domination. I will spend an hour playing with my little brother, and then I'll be neverendingly annoyed with little kids.
The point being, I'm just me. You can't ask me to define myself and expect to automatically understand me by reading my answer. I will take a lifetime to understand, and even then you might not get me. I enjoy that my personality is conflicting, that I can enjoy both math and art, that I can confuse people without even trying. And most of all, I love noodles.
I am... a rocker. an artist. a student. a swimmer. a friend. a sister. a daughter. a prankster. a rebel. a writer. an organizer. a reader. an eater. a maniac. I argue, I contradict, I annoy. I joke, I laugh, I make others laugh. I listen, I counsel, I comfort. I work, I sweat, I succeed. I lead, I rebel, I ignore. I follow, I trust, I accept. I think, I wonder, I cry. I eat, I drink, I'm merry. I sing, I dance, I'm joyful. And, if you give me enough sugar, I might even give you me deluxe Jonas Brother fan impersonation. But, in a way that has no english adjective, I'm me. I'm punk, I'm emo, I'm nerd, I'm annoying, I'm a clown, I'm artsy, I'm weird, I'm an athlete. I've been called all these things and more, but I don't believe it.
somebody said "generalizations are a necessary evil." I most emphatically agree. without them, we'd be even more confused than we already are. But with them, people ask you to generalize yourself. I've been living with myself for almost fifteen years. I've seen myself dancing in fluffy pink dresses, I've seen myself put people in choke-holds while playing water polo. I've seen myself do over a thousand situps without stopping, and I've seen myself spend hours on a couch with popcorn and a tv. I enjoy dressing up for fancy events, I enjoy running around in ripped jeans, ratty sneakers, and oversize t-shirts. I like drawing, listening to music, and watching emotional movies. I also love arguing, writing essays, and planning world domination. I will spend an hour playing with my little brother, and then I'll be neverendingly annoyed with little kids.
The point being, I'm just me. You can't ask me to define myself and expect to automatically understand me by reading my answer. I will take a lifetime to understand, and even then you might not get me. I enjoy that my personality is conflicting, that I can enjoy both math and art, that I can confuse people without even trying. And most of all, I love noodles.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
what i've learned in the past month.
1: it's a good idea to proofread your essays before you hand them in.
2: pastels are a ton easier than oil pastels.
3: if you bring a picture to model off of, and it creeps your art teacher out, you'll do a 20 minute sketch of it. If you don't bring one, she'll pick an ugly hummingbird for you and you'll waste two months on an oil pastel of it.
4: you might be able to get away with some things. But if it involves missing homework, your parents will find out.
5: parking in the middle of the road is a bad idea, because as soon as you get out of the car, the previously deserted road will fill up with old ladies.
6: old ladies are only cute when they're not mad at you.
7: you can read summaries of a book and you will completely understand anything that anybody in the real world will ask you about the book. But you'll get a 17% on the quiz.
8: when doing reports on various sorts of mushrooms found around your house, "I fed it to my brother and this, this, and this happened" is not the sort of "scientific observation" your teacher was looking for.
9: don't turn in the rough draft of your lab report, particularly when there's paramecium water all over it.
2: pastels are a ton easier than oil pastels.
3: if you bring a picture to model off of, and it creeps your art teacher out, you'll do a 20 minute sketch of it. If you don't bring one, she'll pick an ugly hummingbird for you and you'll waste two months on an oil pastel of it.
4: you might be able to get away with some things. But if it involves missing homework, your parents will find out.
5: parking in the middle of the road is a bad idea, because as soon as you get out of the car, the previously deserted road will fill up with old ladies.
6: old ladies are only cute when they're not mad at you.
7: you can read summaries of a book and you will completely understand anything that anybody in the real world will ask you about the book. But you'll get a 17% on the quiz.
8: when doing reports on various sorts of mushrooms found around your house, "I fed it to my brother and this, this, and this happened" is not the sort of "scientific observation" your teacher was looking for.
9: don't turn in the rough draft of your lab report, particularly when there's paramecium water all over it.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A picture of me last year and now, and how I've changed since then.
That was me last year. Holding Canadian bacon. I'm sorry, I just can't find one with my face showing. I was going through a "oh my gosh don't you dare point that camera at me" phase (scratch that, I still don't like other people taking pictures of me, but that's because it usually involves trying to get 7 kids to smile simultaneously. Which is easy when watching Mr. Bean, but not so easy when looking at a camera for an hour.
Anyway, last year wasn't a good year, but it wasn't a bad year. I started taking classes online, with Regina Coeli Academy, and I met some really awesome people there. To be quite honest, it's awesome. I also joined a great youth group, and got good at butterfly, and other than that it was pretty boring.
And that's me this year.
2010 has made a huge improvement in my life, and it's also been a pretty crappy year. If that makes any sense.
I moved up a level in swimming (highest level available, yay me) gained like 15 pounds, which I'm not proud of but working on, and spent a week at the amazing Camp Ondessonk. I've made a ton of progress with my schoolwork (though I don't like my classes this year as much as I did last year) and hugely improved my taste in music and art. Its creepier now, but a lot more interesting. Also, I've been pretty depressed these past few months. My parents and I are drifting apart, and some of my friends, too, and I swear if I don't get out of this house soon I will strangle my little sister. I feel smothered. But I know that what's happening is hard, but it's not bad. It's going to build my character and make me stronger, even if I consciously avoid being left alone in a room with both my parents. I've made some hard choices, and I've given a ton of thought to some things that weren't that important to me a year ago. I feel like I'm starting to find my place in this world. And I must say, it feels good.
Monday, October 18, 2010
what I think of my friends and why I'm doing this challenge.
My friends are amazing. There are a lot of people out there who think or pretend they're my friends, but the true friends that I do have, I would take a bullet for. Whether it's the girl I've known since kindergarten, or the girl I've been emailing for a year, I feel like I can tell them anything, and they'll at least try to help me out (even if it doesn't actually work.)
And I'm doing this challenge... wait, didn't I already say this?
yes, it seems I did.
"I have a list of things to write on when I'm bored, but if something happens to my brain and I run out (yeah, like that'll ever happen) then I'll be sad. So I'm doing this. for no reason at all, pretty much, except that I now have an insane fear of running out of things to say. I mean, how scary would that be? akin to dying."
I know I'm headed toward a failure of a political career when I just keep repeating myself rather than saying anything remotely helpful to anybody.
And I'm doing this challenge... wait, didn't I already say this?
yes, it seems I did.
"I have a list of things to write on when I'm bored, but if something happens to my brain and I run out (yeah, like that'll ever happen) then I'll be sad. So I'm doing this. for no reason at all, pretty much, except that I now have an insane fear of running out of things to say. I mean, how scary would that be? akin to dying."
I know I'm headed toward a failure of a political career when I just keep repeating myself rather than saying anything remotely helpful to anybody.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
what's in my bag
a sketchpad, pencils, eraser, the picture I'm modeling my drawing from, The Odyssey, hairbrush, notebook, chapstick, a water bottle, cellphone, 20 dollars, and a jacket. Unfortunately, I don't know where my bag is and I'll need most of those things in the near future.
Friday, October 15, 2010
A letter to my parents
this is either the best or worst time I could possibly do this. But either way, it'll probably be good for me. Here goes.
Dear mom and dad,
OHMYGOSH I'M SO AMAZINGLY MAD AT YOU. Yes, I know that I most likely should care whether I fail Latin or not. But I don't. I don't need Latin. And even if I did, I would do it without you two hanging over my shoulder 24/7. It's not that I'm incapable of responsibility, it's that you're stuffing things down my throat that I don't want to be responsible for. There's so many things I would rather do than what you're choosing for me. I want to be a gymnast, not a swimmer. But you pulled me out, and now it's too late to go back. I want to spend time with my friends, not always you guys. I want to strangle my little sister, but you won't let me, which I can understand, but do you really think that forcing us to spend time together is going to make me like her?
I want to dye my hair cherry red, get my cartilage pierced, move to a big city, and go to concerts you wouldn't approve of. I haven't even mentioned most of those things because I know you won't let me, and I'm not looking to stir up more trouble. But I'm starting to wonder if maybe it would be a better idea to just say what I think, make you really mad at me, and get it over with. But I know I can't. I have 6 little siblings to watch out for, and I can't do anything to hurt them.
I know I'm the first kid, and basically a guinea pig. I know that you sometimes don't know what to do with me. According to me, neither of you had an ideal childhood, either. And on top of that, I'm most definitely not an easy kid. I'm thankful for all you've done for me, and I'm sorry for any pain, annoyance, or bruised toes I've caused you. thanks for having the amazing patience to raise me, and please don't think I'm trying to get mad at you for no reason. I promise you I have one, even if you don't fully understand it.
I'm sorry I've been so detached lately. But every time I get you two together, the subject turns to everything I've done wrong, and I get so frustrated... When I tense my jaw, get that steely look in my eyes, and slam the door, I am mad at you. But I'm going to go sit on my bed and shed a few silent tears. You're pretty much the only people who can do that to me, and I think that's proof of how much I care what you think. Maybe it's because I know that you're in control and I'm mad about that, but I think it's so much more than that. The things that I want to do are so different from anything that you have in mind for me, or that you've done yourselves, but the fact that, in spite of all that, I still look to you when I'm in trouble, just goes to show how I still love you.
so, thanks.
Dear mom and dad,
OHMYGOSH I'M SO AMAZINGLY MAD AT YOU. Yes, I know that I most likely should care whether I fail Latin or not. But I don't. I don't need Latin. And even if I did, I would do it without you two hanging over my shoulder 24/7. It's not that I'm incapable of responsibility, it's that you're stuffing things down my throat that I don't want to be responsible for. There's so many things I would rather do than what you're choosing for me. I want to be a gymnast, not a swimmer. But you pulled me out, and now it's too late to go back. I want to spend time with my friends, not always you guys. I want to strangle my little sister, but you won't let me, which I can understand, but do you really think that forcing us to spend time together is going to make me like her?
I want to dye my hair cherry red, get my cartilage pierced, move to a big city, and go to concerts you wouldn't approve of. I haven't even mentioned most of those things because I know you won't let me, and I'm not looking to stir up more trouble. But I'm starting to wonder if maybe it would be a better idea to just say what I think, make you really mad at me, and get it over with. But I know I can't. I have 6 little siblings to watch out for, and I can't do anything to hurt them.
I know I'm the first kid, and basically a guinea pig. I know that you sometimes don't know what to do with me. According to me, neither of you had an ideal childhood, either. And on top of that, I'm most definitely not an easy kid. I'm thankful for all you've done for me, and I'm sorry for any pain, annoyance, or bruised toes I've caused you. thanks for having the amazing patience to raise me, and please don't think I'm trying to get mad at you for no reason. I promise you I have one, even if you don't fully understand it.
I'm sorry I've been so detached lately. But every time I get you two together, the subject turns to everything I've done wrong, and I get so frustrated... When I tense my jaw, get that steely look in my eyes, and slam the door, I am mad at you. But I'm going to go sit on my bed and shed a few silent tears. You're pretty much the only people who can do that to me, and I think that's proof of how much I care what you think. Maybe it's because I know that you're in control and I'm mad about that, but I think it's so much more than that. The things that I want to do are so different from anything that you have in mind for me, or that you've done yourselves, but the fact that, in spite of all that, I still look to you when I'm in trouble, just goes to show how I still love you.
so, thanks.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
something I crave for a lot.
Fresh fruit, especially oranges, and bread. Plus, of course, the eternal QQ.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
what makes me different than everybody else.
I'm not normal. All of you guys know that already. I don't really know why, but I am.
I'm different because my uncle threw me into a ceiling fan when I was little.
No, not really. I mean, yes, he really did, but I think I was different before that.
Most people have a few things that they do, that they're working towards, that they enjoy. They consider themselves athletes, students, businessmen, musicians, hoboes. But the cool thing about being me is that I don't. I'm in youth group, I swim, I write, I draw, I paint, I read, I watch terroristic children, and I plot world domination. I watch a bit of tv, I am always eating, love music (particularly rock and alternative) and I never wear shoes outside of utmost necessity. I love my friends, and hate my dogs, and arguing is so much more fun than agreeing with somebody. I take online classes with (mostly) amazing teachers, and I speak spanish influentamente pero mejor que la mayoria de la gente en los EEUU.
Oh, and I'm slightly out of my head. but life is less boring that way, so I'm fine with it.
I'm different because my uncle threw me into a ceiling fan when I was little.
No, not really. I mean, yes, he really did, but I think I was different before that.
Most people have a few things that they do, that they're working towards, that they enjoy. They consider themselves athletes, students, businessmen, musicians, hoboes. But the cool thing about being me is that I don't. I'm in youth group, I swim, I write, I draw, I paint, I read, I watch terroristic children, and I plot world domination. I watch a bit of tv, I am always eating, love music (particularly rock and alternative) and I never wear shoes outside of utmost necessity. I love my friends, and hate my dogs, and arguing is so much more fun than agreeing with somebody. I take online classes with (mostly) amazing teachers, and I speak spanish influentamente pero mejor que la mayoria de la gente en los EEUU.
Oh, and I'm slightly out of my head. but life is less boring that way, so I'm fine with it.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
a picture of something that makes me happy.
This is a 4b pencil. His name is Nelson.
Nelson can draw, and Nelson can write. Nelson can poke, stab, and spear. If you have two Nelsons, you can eat Chinese food with them.
So you can see why he makes me happy.
So you can see why he makes me happy.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
plans, hopes, and dreams
yes, I realize that I did this backwards, please excuse my idiocy and LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!
(you'll also need to excuse my unprofessionally diagnosed case of passive-aggressiveness)
plans: I'm going to learn a bajillion random, useless things, have a ton of fun, and get into a good college.
hopes: I dearly hope that a random guy will walk up to me one day, give me a coupon for an infinite amount of free QQ, and then we will walk off into the sunset, but then his mother will take him away from me, but she'll give me an entire QQ shop, so I won't care.
dreams: to be quite honest, at the moment I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life, but last night I did dream that ran away and lived with penguins. I think that might be a hint.
(you'll also need to excuse my unprofessionally diagnosed case of passive-aggressiveness)
plans: I'm going to learn a bajillion random, useless things, have a ton of fun, and get into a good college.
hopes: I dearly hope that a random guy will walk up to me one day, give me a coupon for an infinite amount of free QQ, and then we will walk off into the sunset, but then his mother will take him away from me, but she'll give me an entire QQ shop, so I won't care.
dreams: to be quite honest, at the moment I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life, but last night I did dream that ran away and lived with penguins. I think that might be a hint.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
nicknames I have and why I have them
Sarita: it means cute little Sara
Tita: because my 3-year-old friend couldn't pronounce Sarita
Vickie-Mac: I'm not exactly sure.
La Americana stupida que tiene un peinado rara.: (translation: that stupid American who has scary hair)
Tita: because my 3-year-old friend couldn't pronounce Sarita
Vickie-Mac: I'm not exactly sure.
La Americana stupida que tiene un peinado rara.: (translation: that stupid American who has scary hair)
Friday, October 8, 2010
somebody I would switch lives with for one day and why
Hayley Williams. Because Paramore and the bands they tour with seem pretty fun to be around, I would love to spend a day in a bus with them and on a stage with them, and it would get me out of having to drink milk. Though it would be pretty stressful, it would also be a ton of fun, and I could dye my hair an awesome color without parental consent. Also, she most likely gets free food.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
yet another picture of myself...
there seems to be a high demand for horror movies. I suppose that seeing my face is a good substitute for a scary movie.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
still don't know what day it is...
if I put my ipod on shuffle, the first ten songs that play are...
crushcrushcrush-paramore
take me to paradise- green day
in the dark-flyleaf
i write sins, not tragedies-panic! at the disco
yeah yeah yeah- new politics
imaginary-evanescence
chop suey-system of a down
the small print-muse
breathe today-flyleaf
dreambound-helloween
crushcrushcrush-paramore
take me to paradise- green day
in the dark-flyleaf
i write sins, not tragedies-panic! at the disco
yeah yeah yeah- new politics
imaginary-evanescence
chop suey-system of a down
the small print-muse
breathe today-flyleaf
dreambound-helloween
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
a picture of my family...
Monday, October 4, 2010
whatever freaking day it is: i've lost track
Dear dude at Steak 'n Shake:
My grandmother can serve thanksgiving dinner to 47 people faster than you can get me a sandwich and mocha shake. You ought to be doing a little better to deserve your awesome hat. Is it really so hard? You made me sit in your freezing restaurant, in short sleeves, still wet and cold from swim practice, staring across the table at one of my current "least tolerable people in the world" contenders, and on top of that your forgot the straws. Not cool.
Also, man in the 18-wheeler, you set an example to all other cars on the street. If you could just let out a little honk when there's a ton of children crowding around me, listening to my ipod in the cold, holding pro-life signs, and asking you to honk, the least you could do is honk. we're extremely disappointed in you. Also, you need to wash your truck.
My grandmother can serve thanksgiving dinner to 47 people faster than you can get me a sandwich and mocha shake. You ought to be doing a little better to deserve your awesome hat. Is it really so hard? You made me sit in your freezing restaurant, in short sleeves, still wet and cold from swim practice, staring across the table at one of my current "least tolerable people in the world" contenders, and on top of that your forgot the straws. Not cool.
Also, man in the 18-wheeler, you set an example to all other cars on the street. If you could just let out a little honk when there's a ton of children crowding around me, listening to my ipod in the cold, holding pro-life signs, and asking you to honk, the least you could do is honk. we're extremely disappointed in you. Also, you need to wash your truck.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
day 12
I think this is a stupid Tumblr advertisement... so I'm going to talk about safety scissors instead, because it's my blog and I can do that.
For some reason unexplained to me, safety scissors are popping up everywhere in my life. Somehow, I can get a conversation about what color we should paint the bathroom turned into a rant on safety scissors. Because honestly, they’re just so pointless (pun unintended. Trust me, they have enough of a point that two 5 year old boys can do quite a bit of damage to a desk) that it’s hard not to.
How in the world are you supposed to cut with those things? That’s like trying to slice a loaf of bread with a spoon. The only people who can do it are kindergarteners. And since they seem to enjoy such challenges, they tend to ruin a lot of things with safety scissors. If you give them real scissors, however, they magically don’t get hurt. So I’m still not sure why we need the blunt sort. They’re not safer, they’re not easier to use, and they’re definitely not keeping us from economic ruin (that’s Obama. He’s doing everything in his godlike power to not spend our money on stupid things, like education and terrorist protection, therefore getting us out of debt.)
However, they are fun to throw at people, so I suppose I can’t say that they’re completely useless.
For some reason unexplained to me, safety scissors are popping up everywhere in my life. Somehow, I can get a conversation about what color we should paint the bathroom turned into a rant on safety scissors. Because honestly, they’re just so pointless (pun unintended. Trust me, they have enough of a point that two 5 year old boys can do quite a bit of damage to a desk) that it’s hard not to.
How in the world are you supposed to cut with those things? That’s like trying to slice a loaf of bread with a spoon. The only people who can do it are kindergarteners. And since they seem to enjoy such challenges, they tend to ruin a lot of things with safety scissors. If you give them real scissors, however, they magically don’t get hurt. So I’m still not sure why we need the blunt sort. They’re not safer, they’re not easier to use, and they’re definitely not keeping us from economic ruin (that’s Obama. He’s doing everything in his godlike power to not spend our money on stupid things, like education and terrorist protection, therefore getting us out of debt.)
However, they are fun to throw at people, so I suppose I can’t say that they’re completely useless.
Friday, October 1, 2010
day 11
yet another picture of me and my friends...
yet I still don't have one. Unless you want a picture of my lunch. Though I think that might be a one-way relationship.
yet I still don't have one. Unless you want a picture of my lunch. Though I think that might be a one-way relationship.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
day 9
Songs I listen to when I'm...
Sad: Wake Me Up When September Ends, Chop Suey, Viva la Vida, and most any Sevendust or Flyleaf
Happy: Anything with a fast beat, even if it's technically a sad song, is fine.
Bored: Green Day or Paramore, fast beat with punkish vocals, but not too hardcore.
Hyped: Seven Nation Army, Headstrong, You're Going Down
Mad: Your Betrayal, Ignorance. If I'm mad at somebody, all my hyped songs are good, and if it's just the world that's screwed up, then it's the sad songs.
Sad: Wake Me Up When September Ends, Chop Suey, Viva la Vida, and most any Sevendust or Flyleaf
Happy: Anything with a fast beat, even if it's technically a sad song, is fine.
Bored: Green Day or Paramore, fast beat with punkish vocals, but not too hardcore.
Hyped: Seven Nation Army, Headstrong, You're Going Down
Mad: Your Betrayal, Ignorance. If I'm mad at somebody, all my hyped songs are good, and if it's just the world that's screwed up, then it's the sad songs.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
day 8
Yesterday, I organized my room. I'm EXTREMELY proud of this rare accomplishment. Although it's kind of being killed by the fact that I own more half-filled notebooks than I do clothing items and CDs combined.
Also, last night I only ate two Sister Schubert's rolls. Which is like going to a waterpark for a day and staying in the lazy river the whole time. Or watching a Mr. Bean marathon on TV and then turning it off after two episodes because you have to do dishes.
Also, I breathed yesterday. All day. Without stopping. Aren't you proud?
Also, last night I only ate two Sister Schubert's rolls. Which is like going to a waterpark for a day and staying in the lazy river the whole time. Or watching a Mr. Bean marathon on TV and then turning it off after two episodes because you have to do dishes.
Also, I breathed yesterday. All day. Without stopping. Aren't you proud?
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
day 8
short term goals!
I have no idea what "short term" means, and I don't think that you mean my definition (which is until the next meal) so I'll go with "before December."
1. Get into class in 10 minutes
2. I need to start running. I should be able to go three miles without stopping by the end of November.
3. I also need to get an A time in at least one event, preferably 100 fly, by November.
4. Finish 3 pictures, and do them decently this time.
5. Not die. (that'll be the hardest one)
6. And try not to procrastinate. But I know better than to think that I'll succeed.
I have no idea what "short term" means, and I don't think that you mean my definition (which is until the next meal) so I'll go with "before December."
1. Get into class in 10 minutes
2. I need to start running. I should be able to go three miles without stopping by the end of November.
3. I also need to get an A time in at least one event, preferably 100 fly, by November.
4. Finish 3 pictures, and do them decently this time.
5. Not die. (that'll be the hardest one)
6. And try not to procrastinate. But I know better than to think that I'll succeed.
Monday, September 27, 2010
day 7
Something or someone that's made a big change in my life...
i don't have a picture of bubble t, and some idiot decided not to put one online, but you must trust me: tis amazing. except for watermelon. watermelon is grody.
but everything else: lychee, passion fruit, red milk, green apple, and almond coffee are the best, even the less awesome flavors are better than pretty much any other food that mankind has come up with. so long as you don't get bubbles, because that's like slurping on frog eggs.
i don't have a picture of bubble t, and some idiot decided not to put one online, but you must trust me: tis amazing. except for watermelon. watermelon is grody.
but everything else: lychee, passion fruit, red milk, green apple, and almond coffee are the best, even the less awesome flavors are better than pretty much any other food that mankind has come up with. so long as you don't get bubbles, because that's like slurping on frog eggs.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
day 6
hm... favorite superhero... that's an extremely hard one. But I must say, Batman is pretty awesome. Until I can figure out how to make my eyes into laser-beams. Maybe there's some sort of surgery... would I need parental consent? there's no way I'm waiting till I'm eighteen for laser-eyes. ans there's no way I could get legally emancipated and keep myself fed.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
day 5
As I'm fairly sure you've noticed, pretty much any picture of me has this background. It's a little space off the kitchen, and the cage in the background, in case you're wondering, is where my parents lock me if I'm being too crazy. (so I pretty much live my life in a cage.)
is the wall not a hideous color? please help me in my quest to get it painted a decent color, since this house is almost entirely yellow and tan, both of which I hate. And my parents haven't met you guys, so they might think you're sane and listen to you.
Friday, September 24, 2010
day 3
A habit I wish I didn't have
I only have 500 to choose from, but I'll give you the worst: I wish I were not so intolerant. As I'm typing this, I'm desperately trying not to explode at my AMAZINGLY annoying 11 year old sister. She's going through that stage where she gets mad at me for not doing her chores and thinks that annoying me is cute.
the two things I'm most intolerant of are annoying people (hi, newbies!) and boredom. So once I get sick of a project (which usually happens after I've gotten half a layer of paint on it, or sewn two seams, or written 2 chapters) I absolutely cannot finish it. which results in my drawing, awesome, random, difficult pictures that my mother thinks are creepy.
Also, I wish I didn't eat when I was bored. Because then I have to work or be fat, neither of which are good options.
I only have 500 to choose from, but I'll give you the worst: I wish I were not so intolerant. As I'm typing this, I'm desperately trying not to explode at my AMAZINGLY annoying 11 year old sister. She's going through that stage where she gets mad at me for not doing her chores and thinks that annoying me is cute.
the two things I'm most intolerant of are annoying people (hi, newbies!) and boredom. So once I get sick of a project (which usually happens after I've gotten half a layer of paint on it, or sewn two seams, or written 2 chapters) I absolutely cannot finish it. which results in my drawing, awesome, random, difficult pictures that my mother thinks are creepy.
Also, I wish I didn't eat when I was bored. Because then I have to work or be fat, neither of which are good options.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
day 3
I actually don't have a picture of me and my friends. I have friends from all over the place: people I've met online, from either of my swim teams, from youth group, from art classes. It provides great diversity, and I'm never bored, but it's kind of hard to get a picture of all of us. Plus I'll never get an amazing surprise birthday party. Which is totally okay since
a. I would be slightly suspicious if you tried to make me participate in slave labor at my friend's house on my birthday.
b. I wouldn't get to choose what we eat, which is pretty much the most amazing part of birthdays.
c. My mother would probably invite somebody I hate, because we were friends in kindergarten. She tends to do that.
And for some reason blogger is being stupid and not letting me upload a picture anyway. So it's all good.
a. I would be slightly suspicious if you tried to make me participate in slave labor at my friend's house on my birthday.
b. I wouldn't get to choose what we eat, which is pretty much the most amazing part of birthdays.
c. My mother would probably invite somebody I hate, because we were friends in kindergarten. She tends to do that.
And for some reason blogger is being stupid and not letting me upload a picture anyway. So it's all good.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
day 2
This was found on Tumblr, and because the Tumblr people are trying to use their customers for free advertisers, they're asking what my Tumblr name is.
But I suppose blogspot name is essentially the same thing.
I chose these undefined words because it was late and I was caffeinated. Like, 3 mountain dews and 2 cups of coffee in one hour caffeinated. You've all been through dead week, you know how it is.
Truth is, I don't even remember. But I like it, so o well.
But I suppose blogspot name is essentially the same thing.
I chose these undefined words because it was late and I was caffeinated. Like, 3 mountain dews and 2 cups of coffee in one hour caffeinated. You've all been through dead week, you know how it is.
Truth is, I don't even remember. But I like it, so o well.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
day 1
as you can see, I couldn't find a recent photo in which I looked like a normal human being.
1:I'm schizophrenic. And MPD. And ADD. And I have various severe psychological tendencies which cause me to be rude and unable to obey orders.
2: I'm the shortest person on my swim team (in my level, anyway) which means I have to do more work. However, it also means that I get to jump/stand/climb on stuff, which is way more fun that being able to reach the top shelf from the ground.
3: I'm a multi-tasker and jack-of-all-trades to an extreme.
4: I like reading and watching movies, but only if they're good. however, my definition of "good" manages to include everything from Chesterton and Ayn Rand to Little Miss Sunshine and My Sister's Keeper.
5: Music is a necessity. I will go nowhere without radio, ipod, or at the very least a sister willing to accompany me in singing and dancing. Also, my music is weird. Suck it up or rip out your eardrums, but don't ask me to turn it off.
6: I love drawing, painting, anything involving art, though recently I've gotten more into taking pictures than copying them.
7: QQ is the best edible thing that mankind has come up with. close contenders are soft pretzels and passion fruit juice.
8: I don't get sad, I get angry. It's much more productive, and easier to fix when it's somebody's fault.
9: I hate the color orange, and any pastel color. No idea why.
10: I hate people that think their opinions are above logic, or that they are above my opinions, or that beds should be above junk, because life is much better when your junk is piled on your bed rather than under it.
11: Remember that girl who always wore jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts and never brushed her hair? HI!
12: I like writing, but my stories always end up getting thrown away because I have difficulties with making my characters do things that pertain to an overall plotline.
13: Did you know that goldfish have an attention/memory span of about three seconds? I don't exactly remember how that pertains to me...
14: I'm a morally conservative politically liberal organized anarchist, which makes it really hard to find somebody to vote for.
15: I'm extremely impatient, which makes car trips, restaurants, and finding 15 things to tell you that aren't obvious by my behavior when bored somewhat difficult.
Monday, September 20, 2010
30 day challenge
I have a list of things to write on when I'm bored, but if something happens to my brain and I run out (yeah, like that'll ever happen) then I'll be sad. So I'm doing this. for no reason at all, pretty much, except that I now have an insane fear of running out of things to say. I mean, how scary would that be? akin to dying.
anyway. back on track.
So as to save up my ideas, I shall be using theirs'.
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name
Day 03- A picture of you and your friends
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why
Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends
Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one (stupid Tumblr advert)
Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently
Day 14- A picture of you and your family
Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play
Day 16- Another picture of yourself
Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have
Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future
Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Day 24- A letter to your parents
Day 25- What I would find in your bag
Day 26- What you think about your friends
Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge
Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned
Day 30- Who are you?
starting tomorrow. If I can find a picture in which I don't look like an imp with bedhead.
anyway. back on track.
So as to save up my ideas, I shall be using theirs'.
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name
Day 03- A picture of you and your friends
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why
Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends
Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one (stupid Tumblr advert)
Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently
Day 14- A picture of you and your family
Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play
Day 16- Another picture of yourself
Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have
Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future
Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Day 24- A letter to your parents
Day 25- What I would find in your bag
Day 26- What you think about your friends
Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge
Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned
Day 30- Who are you?
starting tomorrow. If I can find a picture in which I don't look like an imp with bedhead.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Juice!!
For some reason (or no reason, which is more common in my life,) I had a juice craving. However, the fact that we had no juice or even fruit of any juice-able sort in the house presents a problem.
I’m just wondering why the heck Americans like juice so much. I mean, of course, I’ve developed a deep love for certain sorts (I drank almost nothing but passion fruit juice for about two months once), but I still don’t know why juice is better than eating the actual fruit. Passion fruit, of course, is too acidic to eat by itself. But there is a reason that the average American would rather have a glass of orange juice than an orange.
Effort. In a country where people are willing to work out hours a day to maintain a decent figure, they’re too lazy to peel an orange.
(Normally I would get up a few pages of how good juice is, how good fruit is, and how lazy Americans are, but I’m feeling too lazy right now. Besides, my siblings are about to drain the grape juice without giving me any, and I can’t let that happen.)
False alarm. There’s a huge glass of juice next to me and another half gallon in the fridge. AnyWay, Where Were We... (hehe that’s a lot of w’s, don’t ask why that stuck out at me.)
Ah, yes, Juice. Juice is yummy (except apple and watermelon). So is fruit (except mango). Americans are lazy (no exceptions there).
Happy?
I’m just wondering why the heck Americans like juice so much. I mean, of course, I’ve developed a deep love for certain sorts (I drank almost nothing but passion fruit juice for about two months once), but I still don’t know why juice is better than eating the actual fruit. Passion fruit, of course, is too acidic to eat by itself. But there is a reason that the average American would rather have a glass of orange juice than an orange.
Effort. In a country where people are willing to work out hours a day to maintain a decent figure, they’re too lazy to peel an orange.
(Normally I would get up a few pages of how good juice is, how good fruit is, and how lazy Americans are, but I’m feeling too lazy right now. Besides, my siblings are about to drain the grape juice without giving me any, and I can’t let that happen.)
False alarm. There’s a huge glass of juice next to me and another half gallon in the fridge. AnyWay, Where Were We... (hehe that’s a lot of w’s, don’t ask why that stuck out at me.)
Ah, yes, Juice. Juice is yummy (except apple and watermelon). So is fruit (except mango). Americans are lazy (no exceptions there).
Happy?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
saracasm
Justin Bieber gets to make up words using his name. Why don't I get to do that? Is it that my voice is too deep? That's not a good reason, folks.
My new word is saracasm. Because my mother seems to think that I'm the only person on the face of the earth who says things in drawn out voices that I don't mean, I've decided to dedicate this new word to her. I realize that most of you use this method of speaking as well, but michasm or sarclarism don't sound as cool. plus i thought of it first. Those can be words if you need them to, but get your own definitions. Like "Obamanism, n.: The extremely naive belief that Obama is capable of keeping himself out of debt, much less a country."
We will begin petitions to get this word admitted into dictionaries as soon as possible, and if any of you has contacts with the director of Sesame Street, I would be most grateful if you could ask them to write an episode on this word's behalf. Please tell them that I'm a huge fan, and if getting me an autographed Oscar T-shirt is in any way realistic, that would make an amazing Christmas gift.
My new word is saracasm. Because my mother seems to think that I'm the only person on the face of the earth who says things in drawn out voices that I don't mean, I've decided to dedicate this new word to her. I realize that most of you use this method of speaking as well, but michasm or sarclarism don't sound as cool. plus i thought of it first. Those can be words if you need them to, but get your own definitions. Like "Obamanism, n.: The extremely naive belief that Obama is capable of keeping himself out of debt, much less a country."
We will begin petitions to get this word admitted into dictionaries as soon as possible, and if any of you has contacts with the director of Sesame Street, I would be most grateful if you could ask them to write an episode on this word's behalf. Please tell them that I'm a huge fan, and if getting me an autographed Oscar T-shirt is in any way realistic, that would make an amazing Christmas gift.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Why you shouldn't hang out with me during swim practice, either.
I don't know how many of you swim.
I don't know how many of those of you that swim do butterfly.
But I do know that this will horrify you if you do.
Normally, my coach is awesome. However, we have a new assistant coach. While Jason is *almost* as cool as Jay, he's nowhere near as sympathetic. Anywise, it was Jason that was overseeing the butterfly lane last night.
the set was...
10xvertical fly kick, arms up, 45sec. on, 15 sec. off.
6x25 underwater recovery fly, on 40 sec.
6x25 fly drill, on 40 sec.
20 (yeah, 20)x50 fly, on 60 sec.
My triceps have been sore since Thursday. On Friday they got worse. Monday, I had pretty much nothing but tricep work in dryland, so they were hurting pretty bad even before practice. As you can imagine, the butterfly pretty much killed me.
After practice, Jay started handing out quotes (we have a quote of the week, which we each get a copy of.) The following conversation ensued.
Jay: guess what today's quote is? it applies to the workout
Me: "Blessed be the hellishly burning triceps, for they shall receive inadequate amounts of painkillers?"
Jay: Actually, its "Everything is hard before it is easy."
Me: Breathing was easy a few hours ago.
Jay: Oh, come on, we have to get ready for that 200 fly!
( please note that I've only once swam a 200 fly, and it was not a good experience.)
Jason: that's right
Me: Next time we go through that set, you can swim it and think about how much this will help your 200 fly, and I'll sit on the block and say "Aw, come on, only 19 left! keep your recovery up!"
10 minutes later, in the locker room...
Breastrokers: wow, that was a tough practice...
Backstrokers: I hope we don't have to do that again anytime soon
Me: Moan. Groan. Whimper.
I don't know how many of those of you that swim do butterfly.
But I do know that this will horrify you if you do.
Normally, my coach is awesome. However, we have a new assistant coach. While Jason is *almost* as cool as Jay, he's nowhere near as sympathetic. Anywise, it was Jason that was overseeing the butterfly lane last night.
the set was...
10xvertical fly kick, arms up, 45sec. on, 15 sec. off.
6x25 underwater recovery fly, on 40 sec.
6x25 fly drill, on 40 sec.
20 (yeah, 20)x50 fly, on 60 sec.
My triceps have been sore since Thursday. On Friday they got worse. Monday, I had pretty much nothing but tricep work in dryland, so they were hurting pretty bad even before practice. As you can imagine, the butterfly pretty much killed me.
After practice, Jay started handing out quotes (we have a quote of the week, which we each get a copy of.) The following conversation ensued.
Jay: guess what today's quote is? it applies to the workout
Me: "Blessed be the hellishly burning triceps, for they shall receive inadequate amounts of painkillers?"
Jay: Actually, its "Everything is hard before it is easy."
Me: Breathing was easy a few hours ago.
Jay: Oh, come on, we have to get ready for that 200 fly!
( please note that I've only once swam a 200 fly, and it was not a good experience.)
Jason: that's right
Me: Next time we go through that set, you can swim it and think about how much this will help your 200 fly, and I'll sit on the block and say "Aw, come on, only 19 left! keep your recovery up!"
10 minutes later, in the locker room...
Breastrokers: wow, that was a tough practice...
Backstrokers: I hope we don't have to do that again anytime soon
Me: Moan. Groan. Whimper.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Why you should not hang out with me after swim practice.
Okay, first of all, i would like to say that I do not do this on a regular basis. Now to the good part.
Swim practice ends at seven p.m. However, my friends' mother, who was taking us home, had a meeting she had to be at, on the second floor, where there's a bunch of rooms that have full-length windows looking out into the pool area. Anyways, as you know, adults like to take a long time when we're waiting for them. So the meeting lasted until 8:30. During this time, we had exhausted all topics of conversation (school, swimming, mutual friends, mutual enemies, and why anime guys have amazing hair.)
We were incredibly bored and ready to leave when a bunch of guys started diving off the 2.5 story high platform. Now let me tell you, I sympathize with the flabby pale guy in that I do not consider the platform short. In any case, he dove really badly(like, bellyflop/wedgie/can't swim to the ladder bad), which started us on another conversation, making fun of these guys. Then one guy did an awesome flippy-twisty thingie, and waved at us. So we waved back. Then he started making "call me" signs, and since we didn't know how to pantomime "you have really ugly hair, leave us alone," we went ahead and did it back. As aforementioned, we were bored. After awhile, he was making crazy faces, trying to pantomime his phone number, and basically just being weird. However, his dives improved. We, bored, decided to ostentatiously do the same.
Anyhow, after Mrs. Friends' Mom was done (the guys had left about five minutes before, which relieved us since we didn't want to meet them on the way out) we left. But coming out of the building, her car wasn't parked where it normally is.
LeeAnn: Mom, where's the car
Mom: over there
LeeAnn: ...
Where exactly over there?
Mom: *points*
LeeAnn: ...
You may be wondering about my friend's tendency to respond to her mother using dots. But it turns out that the guys we'd watched diving were sitting on the back of their truck, smoking. In the general area of Mrs. Friends' Mom's car. Right next to the car, in fact. In even more fact, the side of the car with the door.
Amelia, who hadn't participated in the pantomiming, waved at him. The rest of us died. The end.
Swim practice ends at seven p.m. However, my friends' mother, who was taking us home, had a meeting she had to be at, on the second floor, where there's a bunch of rooms that have full-length windows looking out into the pool area. Anyways, as you know, adults like to take a long time when we're waiting for them. So the meeting lasted until 8:30. During this time, we had exhausted all topics of conversation (school, swimming, mutual friends, mutual enemies, and why anime guys have amazing hair.)
We were incredibly bored and ready to leave when a bunch of guys started diving off the 2.5 story high platform. Now let me tell you, I sympathize with the flabby pale guy in that I do not consider the platform short. In any case, he dove really badly(like, bellyflop/wedgie/can't swim to the ladder bad), which started us on another conversation, making fun of these guys. Then one guy did an awesome flippy-twisty thingie, and waved at us. So we waved back. Then he started making "call me" signs, and since we didn't know how to pantomime "you have really ugly hair, leave us alone," we went ahead and did it back. As aforementioned, we were bored. After awhile, he was making crazy faces, trying to pantomime his phone number, and basically just being weird. However, his dives improved. We, bored, decided to ostentatiously do the same.
Anyhow, after Mrs. Friends' Mom was done (the guys had left about five minutes before, which relieved us since we didn't want to meet them on the way out) we left. But coming out of the building, her car wasn't parked where it normally is.
LeeAnn: Mom, where's the car
Mom: over there
LeeAnn: ...
Where exactly over there?
Mom: *points*
LeeAnn: ...
You may be wondering about my friend's tendency to respond to her mother using dots. But it turns out that the guys we'd watched diving were sitting on the back of their truck, smoking. In the general area of Mrs. Friends' Mom's car. Right next to the car, in fact. In even more fact, the side of the car with the door.
Amelia, who hadn't participated in the pantomiming, waved at him. The rest of us died. The end.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Gilgamesh
Guess what?!
No, really, it’s not that hard to guess.
I gave my mom three guesses and she got it one the second. The first thing she guessed was that I was late for class. Which was also true, but anyway...
I have to write an essay proving that the Epic of Gilgamesh was a true story! And that’s not cool!
First off, I hate the epic. I have since third grade. So I didn’t even want to read it, much less write an essay proving that it really happened. I don’t think it did. So basically these teachers are trying to get me to write a 1000 word lie. Exactly what is that going to teach me to do in the real world? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Great moral upbringing I’m getting, huh?
They’re basically asking me to ignore over half the story (the half that makes it obvious that it did not happen) and concentrate on the slightly possible parts. So I pretty much have to ignore Enkidu. Or, as I prefer to call him, Inkydoodles. No goddess in her right mind would make a tall, strong, wild man and name him Enkidu. That’s like naming Cerberus Sir Fluffles. It just doesn’t work.
Also, there’s no way that the priestess could have tamed him in that short of a time span. Trust me, I’m still working on my dad. (Just kidding. It’s more of the other way around. To this day I refuse to make my bed, much less eat my pizza with a fork and knife)
How do you smell a rose underwater? Last I checked, you can’t smell underwater. And trying is not a good idea. Your can trust me on that, I do it often enough.
If I were dead, and a living guy came and started talking to me, I probably wouldn’t be too mad at him for dressing better than I did. I might be jealous that he was alive, but I think that I would probably let his fancy clothes go. Particularly if he brought some Death by Chocolate ice cream. I don’t think that they serve ice cream in Hell.
Last but not least, how do you get to be two thirds god and one third human? I can see half and half, but I’m honestly not sure how the genes could split in such a way so as to make you two thirds god and one third human. There’s probably some logical explanation involving a lot of math and distant ancestors that I’m too lazy to figure out, but the storyteller could have saved himself a lot of trouble explaining to little Syrian children how Gilgamesh could have had three parents by just saying he was half and half.
Anyway, it might be more productive to actually start writing the report rather than complaining about it. So I’m going to go get myself a sandwich and start to do that.
No, really, it’s not that hard to guess.
I gave my mom three guesses and she got it one the second. The first thing she guessed was that I was late for class. Which was also true, but anyway...
I have to write an essay proving that the Epic of Gilgamesh was a true story! And that’s not cool!
First off, I hate the epic. I have since third grade. So I didn’t even want to read it, much less write an essay proving that it really happened. I don’t think it did. So basically these teachers are trying to get me to write a 1000 word lie. Exactly what is that going to teach me to do in the real world? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Great moral upbringing I’m getting, huh?
They’re basically asking me to ignore over half the story (the half that makes it obvious that it did not happen) and concentrate on the slightly possible parts. So I pretty much have to ignore Enkidu. Or, as I prefer to call him, Inkydoodles. No goddess in her right mind would make a tall, strong, wild man and name him Enkidu. That’s like naming Cerberus Sir Fluffles. It just doesn’t work.
Also, there’s no way that the priestess could have tamed him in that short of a time span. Trust me, I’m still working on my dad. (Just kidding. It’s more of the other way around. To this day I refuse to make my bed, much less eat my pizza with a fork and knife)
How do you smell a rose underwater? Last I checked, you can’t smell underwater. And trying is not a good idea. Your can trust me on that, I do it often enough.
If I were dead, and a living guy came and started talking to me, I probably wouldn’t be too mad at him for dressing better than I did. I might be jealous that he was alive, but I think that I would probably let his fancy clothes go. Particularly if he brought some Death by Chocolate ice cream. I don’t think that they serve ice cream in Hell.
Last but not least, how do you get to be two thirds god and one third human? I can see half and half, but I’m honestly not sure how the genes could split in such a way so as to make you two thirds god and one third human. There’s probably some logical explanation involving a lot of math and distant ancestors that I’m too lazy to figure out, but the storyteller could have saved himself a lot of trouble explaining to little Syrian children how Gilgamesh could have had three parents by just saying he was half and half.
Anyway, it might be more productive to actually start writing the report rather than complaining about it. So I’m going to go get myself a sandwich and start to do that.
Monday, August 30, 2010
gifts
The other day my daddy got us all presents, because he's awesome and luvs us. it went a little bit like this...
Dad: I'm home!
Children: *tackle*
Dad: and I brought presents!
*pulls out plastic bags*
for Sara... a cactus!
for Amelia... mouthwash and a first aid kit!
for Louisa... fish food and mouthwash!
Sara:Why a cactus?
Dad:... it reminded me of you.
Sara: oh, come on, I just shaved my legs yesterday!
So, this is an example of my father. In case you were wondering who could be crazy enough to keep me around... yeah. that's him.
Dad: I'm home!
Children: *tackle*
Dad: and I brought presents!
*pulls out plastic bags*
for Sara... a cactus!
for Amelia... mouthwash and a first aid kit!
for Louisa... fish food and mouthwash!
Sara:Why a cactus?
Dad:... it reminded me of you.
Sara: oh, come on, I just shaved my legs yesterday!
So, this is an example of my father. In case you were wondering who could be crazy enough to keep me around... yeah. that's him.
Monday, May 31, 2010
the final week of death
IT'S DEAD WEEK!
so far this year, I've been really bad at the whole death thing. i press the key and submit my essay at 10:58 eastern on friday night, then collapse in my chair and wake up the next morning (afternoon) with traumatic amnesia.
i've got a world lit,church history, confirmation, physical science, and math exams, plus humanities essay (i'm doing arianism), math, science, and world lit homework that i've procrastinated on, and summer league swim team starts on tuesday, which means i'll be at the pool until 11:00 every day.
on the bright side, i'll be able to get out of a shopping trip.
so the general game plan is- lock myself in my bedroom, with the door and window locked from the outside, with textbooks, laptop, and study notes. and a pitcher of water and pot of coffee.
I'll let you know if it works. if it doesn't, dead week will have finally killed me.
so far this year, I've been really bad at the whole death thing. i press the key and submit my essay at 10:58 eastern on friday night, then collapse in my chair and wake up the next morning (afternoon) with traumatic amnesia.
i've got a world lit,church history, confirmation, physical science, and math exams, plus humanities essay (i'm doing arianism), math, science, and world lit homework that i've procrastinated on, and summer league swim team starts on tuesday, which means i'll be at the pool until 11:00 every day.
on the bright side, i'll be able to get out of a shopping trip.
so the general game plan is- lock myself in my bedroom, with the door and window locked from the outside, with textbooks, laptop, and study notes. and a pitcher of water and pot of coffee.
I'll let you know if it works. if it doesn't, dead week will have finally killed me.
Friday, May 28, 2010
art projects
I just got 4 of my pictures back, and I realize how much I suck at this whole art thing. Everybody thinks they're good, but they're really, really not. but then i saw something that made me even madder than messing up a lip-they're all faces, all girls, and none of them have anything interesting to them
So I had to find a bunch of pictures to use for art this summer, and this is what I came up with. There'll also be a graffiti- brick wall in black and white, "truth" written in calligraffiti, and "lies" scribbled all over it. But I'm not using a model for that one.
for this one, I'm going to tweak it so that the cloud is bigger, and make it a raincloud. The girl will be slouching. I'll probably have to use a horrible media for it, because we're required to do at least one of each media, but I'll probably ruin the cloud anyway, so that's okay.
I don't know what I'll do that one in, but I rather like it, so maybe I'll actually be motivated to finish. Maybe.
This one's Clare's, and I'll have to use pencil because it's the only thing I'm really great at, and it's a good contest piece. And this way we won't be lying to the poor mexican dude.
and this last one just might be my favorite. it's a cloud made out of umbrellas (i'm on an umbrella kick lately) so it'll be shaded minimalist watercolor, which should be fun.
and I just went crazy and decided to do a mixed media, same size copy of the centerfold for memento mori, by flyleaf. I don't have a picture, but trust me-I'm crazy.
So I had to find a bunch of pictures to use for art this summer, and this is what I came up with. There'll also be a graffiti- brick wall in black and white, "truth" written in calligraffiti, and "lies" scribbled all over it. But I'm not using a model for that one.
for this one, I'm going to tweak it so that the cloud is bigger, and make it a raincloud. The girl will be slouching. I'll probably have to use a horrible media for it, because we're required to do at least one of each media, but I'll probably ruin the cloud anyway, so that's okay.
I don't know what I'll do that one in, but I rather like it, so maybe I'll actually be motivated to finish. Maybe.
This one's Clare's, and I'll have to use pencil because it's the only thing I'm really great at, and it's a good contest piece. And this way we won't be lying to the poor mexican dude.
and this last one just might be my favorite. it's a cloud made out of umbrellas (i'm on an umbrella kick lately) so it'll be shaded minimalist watercolor, which should be fun.
and I just went crazy and decided to do a mixed media, same size copy of the centerfold for memento mori, by flyleaf. I don't have a picture, but trust me-I'm crazy.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
make lemonade
everybody (almost) tells you that when life gives you lemons, you have to make lemonade. but some of these people leave the sugar out of the lemonade, making a bitter, sour mixture that nobody wants to drink. they just wasted a perfectly good pitcher full of water. remember when you were a little kid and you sucked on lemons cuz you thought you were tough? i'll bet you didn't like lemons more than lemonade, but you ate them anyway. people use their lemon juice as an excuse to have a crappy life. "oh, i would have made better lemonade, but all i had was lemons, no sugar. so i'll just be a saint and be content with what's given me. go feel sorry for me and compliment me and give me sugar!"
others will leave the lemons on the counter, hidden behind the bowl full of apples, bananas, and kiwis. they let them rot, and are proud of themselves for being able to overcome their lemon. maybe if you have a neat freak of a room mate, they'll even clean up the lemon for you. but you're wasting your lemon! you could make lemonade out of that, but instead you leave it, because it looks sour and icky and you're too stupid to squeeze it and add some sugar.
then again, you don't have to make lemonade. if you don't like lemonade, don't make it. make lemon bars. lemon mereingue pie. lemon flavored skittles!
use it well
the way you want to
others will leave the lemons on the counter, hidden behind the bowl full of apples, bananas, and kiwis. they let them rot, and are proud of themselves for being able to overcome their lemon. maybe if you have a neat freak of a room mate, they'll even clean up the lemon for you. but you're wasting your lemon! you could make lemonade out of that, but instead you leave it, because it looks sour and icky and you're too stupid to squeeze it and add some sugar.
then again, you don't have to make lemonade. if you don't like lemonade, don't make it. make lemon bars. lemon mereingue pie. lemon flavored skittles!
use it well
the way you want to
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