Friday, November 23, 2012

I Have Writer's Block

  Hey guys, so I'm going to just go ahead and blame college for my massive writer's block. I haven't written anything creative--either on here or just in general-- in so long. It's rather unfortunate, but I'm hoping it's just a phase. Luckily exams are coming up and hopefully over break the creative juices will start flowing again and I'll be able to come up with awesome stories and blog posts. Because really my lack of creative outlet is kind of driving me crazy. I'm looking to remedy it soon though, and then all shall be well again, my sanity--if you can call it that-- restored. And if this block continues over break, well, next semester I am taking Fiction Writing 1 so that will force me out of it. I'm mostly excited for the class, but I'm also partly intimidated by it, maybe because of this writer's block. Whatever the reason, I'm trying not to fret too much over it.
  So yeah, that is basically all I have to say. I guess this is just an apology for my absence on here lately, and also just me expressing my frustration at my writer's block. I just keep telling myself I'll get over it-- hopefully that's true.
  Sorry for the late post-- let's see what kind of awesome picture I can find for you all's enjoyment.
I miss playing in parks. What are these even called? Carousel things?

  Oh yeah, one other thing: so lately, as I have been having writer's block, in my spare time I've been playing around with making videos using my webcam a bit. I came up with the idea that perhaps I could post some videos on here. They would be of me reading passages of either my work or you know, actual books. I think it could be fun, as in a previous post I've mentioned my liking for reading prose out loud. So yeah, that might happen. I like pretending that I have an actual decent amount of followers on this blog (even though the grand total is like maybe ten readers) so I'll continue to pretend you all care (it keeps me motivated, even if the premise is false) so let me know if that's something you'd like to see on my blog.
  That photo was kind of random. Here, have another:
It's still fall. Enjoy a lovely fall day like this!
  Alright, that's all I have. Once more I apologize for a fairly pointless post, and hopefully in the near future there will be better things.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Doodler for Life

  Hey everyone, so it's been awhile since my last post. Between college life and an amazing fall break, I've been a little busy. Plus I kind of went through a huge creative writing block, which I figure is due to the same reasons-- my brain's been a little preoccupied, so no new ideas were coming.
  No need to fret though, I finally overcame the block and am currently working on a short story. I've just started it, so the details are still getting worked out, but hopefully it will be a success. Perhaps once it's finished I'll post a passage from it on here. In the meantime though, I'm going to share with you another part of my life.
  I'm sure I've mentioned on here before my lack of artistic ability. As much as I would love to have the natural talent of drawing, I don't. It's unfortunate, but I don't let it bother me-- my creative outlet is writing, and every once in awhile I'll draw anyway, even if it ends up not being a wonderful masterpiece (in other words, turns out looking like something a third grader would draw).
  Although I rarely draw, I'm huge on doodling. It's fun and mindless, and doesn't matter whether it turns out nice looking or not. I'm also a very specific kind of doodler-- I'm a margin doodler. Basically, whenever I'm taking notes in a class or have a notebook out, if I'm not writing something down, then I'm doodling in the margins. It's something I've always done, but I've really gotten into since I've been in college. Now, don't take this to mean college is easy, that I don't need to pay attention so I doodle instead-- that's not it, I'd never call college easy. It's just the structure of classes-- teachers lecture, and when it's not something worth writing down I still like doing something mindless with hands instead of just sitting there, so I doodle. Or if I get to a class early, I pull out my notebook and doodle until class starts.
  So with all this doodling, I think I've actually gotten pretty good at it. Good at doodling? I'm not sure that it's much of an accomplishment, or even a thing to be good at at all, but still, I think I can pull off a pretty decent little drawing. So I've decided to show you all some of my doodles.

 Alright, so here we go-- this first one is of a mantis. Thanks to the fact that my boyfriend has pet mantids, I now think they're awesome and so I doodle them on occasion. Pretty cool, I know.

 Next (and for whatever reason it won't let me type in certain areas, so this will be fun for the rest of the post) is a hummingbird. Hummingbirds
are probably one of my most frequent doodles, and I usually have them by a flower of some sort. The top one is my more common one, with just the start of the flower instead of a flower in a pot. But yeah, I draw them quite often because (in case you didn't catch on by my blog's name) I love hummingbirds. The first one also has some butterflies and a sloth on it-- sloths are really hard to draw, for me anyway. So yeah, fun stuff.

 And as the blog format continues to present typing issues, next we have a tree with roots, another frequent doodle of mine. Trees are one of the few things I feel I can actually draw, and I like adding the root system around a hole in the notebook; I don't know why, I just think it looks cool. We also to the right, have a giraffe. Giraffes for a long time were my favorite animal, so I still will doodle one every once in awhile.
 On the left, and this is actually harder to tell what it is I think, is a sloth in a tree. Yeah, that doodle got messy so the picture isn't as clear. And like I said, for whatever reason I think sloths are hard to draw.
And below here we have an owl, specifically the owl spirit from the library episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender. His speech bubble says "Don't disrupt the library!" and I thought I was very clever for thinking to draw him.

 Above (seriously, format freaks out whenever pictures enter the situation) is one of my favorite doodles. I'm having friends design cards for a playing deck of cards, and I was thinking about what design I would do if I were to do a joker. So this doodle is of a jester sitting on the King's throne without realizing the King is standing right there.
 On the right above we have a pocket watch, which I think turned out looking cooler than I thought it could. Plus I just think it'd be awesome to have a pocket watch.
And on the left we have a simple yet adorable dinosaur. He says "Mep."

 On the right we have the Loch Ness monster. It says "Nessie iz no monster" because I think it's pretty cute and not at all monster-y.
Last one-- so I actually impressed myself with this one. Normally I avoid drawing people and faces at all costs-- they always turn out horribly. But this time it actually looks good. First it started with the small faint drawing above the face-- it is supposed to be a pixie saying "Where is my mind?" because I had the song "Where is My Mind" by the Pixies stuck in my head (oh, aren't I clever.). Then I got a good idea of what I wanted her hair and face to look like so I tried it, and it turned out lovely.

  So that is all, my children. I had a few more but blogger was taking forever to load pictures and I figure you got the general idea by now anyway. Hope you liked it! If so, then maybe I'll share any other cool doodles I come up with.
  But wait! It's actually not over! Since it's been awhile I thought I'd give you all a bonus, plus this is just something I want to share with you guys. This is a follow up to my post of massive amounts of youtube videos. Well guess what, I have a few more to share with you.
  First off is two I honestly just forgot to put in that post. They're really funny and I'm just not even going to try to describe them, you just should watch them. They're A Monologue for Three and Movie Trailer for Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever. They are brilliant and smartly funny.
  Secondly, and probably more importantly, I have a new current favorite youtuber. Don't get me wrong, I still love Nerimon, and I still consider him my overall favorite, but since I've seen most of his videos, I moved on to a new current favorite. Okay, so it's kind of actually two youtubers; I'll talk about them each and which I like a bit better, but honestly their best stuff is when they're together, which is fairly often. There names are Dan (channel danisnotonfire and second channel danisnotinteresting) and Phil (channel AmazingPhil and second channel LessAmazingPhil). They also have a channel together called the Super Amazing Project, which is really funny too (I watched like the entire first two seasons in one day), but most of their videos are just on their main channels.
  I actually found them through Nerimon-- they're British youtubers as well so they've both been on Alex's channel and vice versa. I don't even know what more to say. They're both really funny and entertaining in their own ways. Like Phil is all innocent and cutesy, and Dan's all sarcastic and witty. Point being, they're both hilarious. My personal preference (but I do love them both) is Dan, because I just really like the sarcastic style of humor. Honestly though, like I said in the beginning, it's when they're together that it is best. My favorites are the Phil is not on fire videos (there are four, I'm just linking the first one) and when they make British pancakes. Now after watching these videos, you're bound to ask: are they brothers or a couple or something? No, they're not brothers and allegedly they're not a couple. I'm kidding, they are just really good friends and roommates. But, some fans ship them (for those who are unaware of what that means, "shipping" is wanting two people to end up together. Usually it's in books and movies, but it's crossed over to youtubers as well). Honestly, I didn't want to ship them, and I pretty much don't, because it's their lives and none of the internet's business, and really they are just friends...but sometimes they just are so cute together I can't help secretly shipping them a tiny bit. But really, no matter the shipping, they're crazy entertaining and hilarious, so there you have it, my current favorite youtubers. Enjoy.
  So, a dozen pictures and 5 videos later, this post is finished.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Disney Hunger Games: A Picture Analysis

  I don't know if you all are aware of what pinterest is, and I'm not even sure if I would recommend it-- I mean, it's a pretty good time, especially if you have a lot of time to waste (though, as obvious by my last post, I'm partial to youtube). It's basically a place to look at a ton of pictures from other websites. I could probably go into way more detail about that, but this post is not about pinterest. This post is about a picture I found on pinterest. Specifically, this one:

  It's pretty fun, right? I thought it was a clever idea. Now, I'm assuming you all like or at least know the Hunger Games and, you know, Disney movies. My one criticism for this picture: I don't know about the districts-- some of them fit, but I feel like that's kind of overly detailed for this kind of match-up, but hey, that's just my opinion. I honestly didn't even notice the districts were matched to specific movies until later, because when I first saw this picture, what my thought process immediately did was sift through them all and decide who would die in what order (does that say something about my personality?). So that's what this post is going to be. Yep, what everyone's inner child has to look forward to in this post-- me killing off your favorite Disney characters. Let's see how this goes.
  How this is going to work: So there are a couple of things-- 1.) I already thought the specific districts were too detailed, so I'm not going to do much story-telling kind of details here. I'm not going to try to figure out who the careers would be, who would be allies, who would kill who, all that nonsense. If you want to turn this into a fanfic, go for. I'm just here to kill off beloved childhood characters. 2.) I'm going by the 1st Hunger Games book rule (spoiler alert? kind of, I guess) that they get to fight in couples. Just to make it easier for me, they're going to fight as couples and, conveniently, die as couples. Again, while this whole concept is fun, really, how much detail do you really need? What I will be doing is analyzing and elaborating why I chose the characters to die in the order that they do.
  A couple warnings: 1.) As is obvious, it's my opinion. If you disagree, then cool. 2.) More importantly, I just want to clarify this because it's bound to be an issue as I start writing this: some of these movies I haven't seen since I was a little kid, and some I'm not even positive I've seen the entire movie. So that might cause some bias, the ones I remember will probably last longer, but again just go back to my first point. Why I'm really telling you this is to just apologize in advance if I say something completely inaccurate about one of these characters; perhaps you'll not be insulted by my lack of knowledge of all Disney couples.
All right, here we go:

 12.) First to Die: Cinderella and Charming. Seriously you guys. What does she do? Clean, rely on a fairy godmother, and lose shoes. She doesn't even have the guts to stand up to her step-sisters or step-mother. She doesn't have the best sense of judgement either-- I mean, really, she falls for a guy after one night, and the guy doesn't even remember what her face looks like. I just don't think she has what it takes. As for her counter part: really, do you honestly think a guy named Charming is going to make it far in the Hunger Games?

 11.) Still pretty sucky but at least not the first cannon to blow: Snow White and Prince. Let's start off with the guy this time. No better in the name, seeing as this guy has a title in place of one. But again, what does this guy do? I guess he kisses a dead girl at one point, so he has more guts than the first couple, but still, not the most useful tactic other than maybe making a Rue-in-flowers-esque stand against the system. As for Snow, besides maybe being able to call off Capital creatures with her singing to woodland creatures deal, I don't see her fighting off the actual competitors. Plus she can't even detect a poisonous apple-- those nightlock berries could present a problem.

 10.) Hanging in there but still dying pretty soon: Eric and Ariel. (This is the one Disney movie I have literally no memory of seeing. I know the jist of the whole mermaid giving up her voice to be with the dude [who might be a sailor?] or whatever, but that's just about it). Unless the arena had a huge body of water, what good would Ariel really be? I guess she could do a sneak attack or something, but on the other hand she wouldn't even be able to scream for help. And Eric? He's just the Disney guy with the bad hair. That's all I know about him. Despite my lack of knowledge of the film, I still just get the feeling that these two wouldn't last long in the battle.

 9.) Getting a little further along, then dying: Quasimodo and Esmeralda. (Again, a movie I have little memory of. I'll try my best though.) Quasimodo looks pretty tough, but in one of the few scenes I remember from this movie, he's tied down and beatened up. Pretty easily taken down. Esmeralda, now she's a gypsy, so she gets some bad ass points. They've both seen and endured hardships in life, so I think they could stomach the game pretty well. I'm just not convinced they'd survive exceptionally long.

 8.) Starting to see improvement, but not enough to make the cut: Aladdin and Jasmine. Aladdin-- he has street cred, and he can be resourceful, and pretty crafty when it comes to escaping from trouble. Disadvantage: no genie, no flying carpet, and no survival skills for a harsh environment. Jasmine is similar, with the ability to think crafty and defeat a bad guy, but again, no help and no palace.

 7.) There's some skill, just not enough: Tiana and Naveen. Tiana has a solid work ethic, and at least tries to get Naveen to be the same, so their determination will definitely benefit them. They also have had to survive in a harsh, boggy environment on their own.. They also had the guts to stand up to the evil guy, and had the stomach to live as frogs. Their disadvantage being that beyond a strong work ethic and survival skills, they have no strong fighting skills and I can't picture them winning a battle.

 6.) Half way there, but no further than that: Pocahontas and John Smith. (Who might be the only Disney guy to have a full name? Just something to mull over.) Alright, Pocahontas-- obviously has the survival skills, and she has guts, standing up for John Smith against her whole tribe. And John Smith is a good fighter. I'm guessing their disadvantage would be that they're not super crafty-- they just face things head on, and there are only so many straightforward fights you can win, especially considering the competition.

5.) Hey, there's hope yet, except not: Milo and Kida. These two are from the movie Atlantis, by the way (I know they're probably the least known ones on the list, so I thought I'd clarify). Milo's really smart, so he could come up with some crafty strategies to beating others. Plus he endured a harsh journey in the movie, so he'd have an advantage in just general survival. Kida has some sort of Atlantis powers (I think) and she seems to have a pretty good survival rate as well. Their disadvantage would probably be just sheer strength and straightforward fighting skills-- I'm not sure how well they'd do in hand-to-hand combat.

4.) Made it a long way, just not all the way: Beast and Belle. (Quick side note: I feel like Beast should have an actual name. He must, I mean at the end of the movie [spoiler alert?] when he's a human it's not like she's going to keep calling him Beast. Disney die-hards, let me know.) This selection was tricky. Obviously they made it this far because well, Beast is a beast. He fights off wolves, so why not tributes? He has the sheer strength, not to mention teeth and claws, to win. Belle is smart, probably crafty, and she has the freakin' Beast at her side. Their disadvantage is that even though he's a beast, he's been cooped up in a castle for all that time, and so not only do they lack survival skills, but he has no knowledge of actual trained fighting, so I think the top 3 could beat them out.

 3.) Top 3, but not beyond that: Tarzan and Jane. I'm not going to lie, I almost placed them as 4th. But then I considered it a bit more. Tarzan was raised by gorillas. Bad ass, fight jaguars and humans and other huge gorillas...gorillas. Tarzan was trained to fight. Not to mention he grew up in a jungle, therefore perfectly used to the arena like terrain. Jane would kick butt in survival skills too. Plus they're both fast learners-- he learned English, and based on the end of the movie (...spoiler alert?) Jane seems to pick up on jungle life pretty darn fast too. Being able to adapt could be very useful in the arena. Honestly I can't think of disadvantages-- at this point it was just that the remaining two were even better.

 2.) Runners-up, but still dead: Hercules and Meg. Okay, so Meg is a bad ass, working for then standing up to (I think...) Hades; she has guts and little fear. Plus she seems to hang out in the forest sometimes, so survival skills. And Hercules-- he's the son of a god, has super strength, a trained hero, and pretty much went to hell and back (I think.). How could he not get this far?

1.) And the winners/survivors are: Mulan and Shang. (whose name for some reason I thought was spelt with a Z. My mind is a confusing place, especially when spelling's involved.). Let's get down to business, to defeat the tributes. Hello, you guys-- it's freakin' Mulan! You must have seen this coming. Not only are they trained for battle, they have a song montage while doing it! Seriously-- Shang is a hard core Captain (General? I don't know...some title) who trains the girl who (...spoiler alert?) saves China from the Huns. And Mulan-- she's the girl who saved freakin' China. China's huge. If she can save an entire huge country, I'm pretty sure she could save herself from tributes. Overall, they have survival skills (they march through those mountains like it's no big deal), they have the guts (Mulan changes her identity to go to war.), they can take a beating (both of them are wounded in that one battle but come out of it to go on and save China like it was nothing), and they know fighting tactics both straightforward and crafty. They've got what it takes to win. I mean, let's just look at the facts: they're swift as the coursing river, have the force of a great typhoon, the strength of a raging fire, and are mysterious as the dark side of the moon. If that's not a Hunger Games champ, well then I don't know what is.

So there you have it. Let me know what you think, and if your order is different, then share. I won't debate with you or anything, but I'd be curious to see your opinion. Yep. That's about it. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

College Life (Thus Far)

  Sitting here in my dorm watching youtube videos, I reflect on my day feeling fairly unproductive. I assure, it's actually not true, but I feel that way, and since writing a post makes me feel productive, here I am. Thank my weird sense of guilt for being lazy, it brought you this post.
  Here's the thing though-- today has actually been fairly productive, all things considered. I went to my fitness walking class, thus in doing so walked at least a mile today. I wrote a paper. A freakin' two page paper. I think this is why I'm confused at my lazy guilt-- usually if I write anything at all it makes my entire day feel productive (hence the blog post statement above). So I did that, printed it out and everything, good to go for tomorrow's class. I also skyped my boyfriend for a bit-- that's kind of like breakfast though, just something I do most days, so whether I count it as productive I don't know.
  After that for like a solid hour, if not longer, I worked on my flow toy skills. I played around with my flow wand mostly, but I also did a bit with my poi. Now that really should have made me feel productive. It's a physical activity, and when I put on music and really focus on it, it's very rewarding. When I say rewarding, I mean in the sense that (some) people like exercising. You know how people will say that running makes them feel good? I personally think they're crazy; running makes me feel like shit. Honestly though, I get what I assume is the feeling runners get after I do physical activities I actually enjoy, such as iceskating, or in this instance, poi and flow wand. Now for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, maybe I'll be gracious and come back when editing this post and put a link here so you can see, but if not just search it on youtube-- videos of this stuff exist. So now that you've seen it (I'm assuming you took the time to look it up) I will let you know some things you may want to ask me: my personal preference is the flow wand, it is the one I am better at, I don't know if I'm actually that good, I do nothing with fire, I'm pretty much learning it as I go though I hope to have a chance to go to workshops and learn from pros, I listen to music while I do it because I make it all dance-y and flow-y and it's just more fun with music. Anyway, after that I called my parents, had dinner, went to a brief dorm meeting, and then the youtubing began and my lazy guilt kicked in. Seriously though, I don't know why, look at all those words-- I did a lot of stuff today.
  Now no need to fret, children, I will not ramble about my productivity for the entirety of this post. Because 1) It would be a pointless post (because normally my posts have a point? I guess.) 2) You pretty much know my whole day now and I have nothing more to say about it.
  So now I'll tell you about something allegedly more exciting. College. Aww yeah. I've been here about a week and a half now, so I'll let you know about my experience thus far.

  • Walk Everywhere My campus is very walkable and my sister has the car, so I literally walk everywhere. For a person who despises running with all of her existence, I sure do like walking. It's so pleasant I even took a walking class. Anyway though, it's just a nice change of pace to know that your feet can carry you to wherever you need or want to go. The lack of dependence on a vehicle is uniquely liberating in my opinion.
  • More Free Time I have days without classes, I only have two days where I have to wake up early, and so I have plenty of time to do whatever I want. Granted, some of the time the choice is to do required things, like eating, sleeping, homework, but it's still nice to do whatever you want with your free time whenever you want to within that free time. Like poi. Or skype. Or meeting people, one I haven't tried yet (antisocial joke. I have friends, really). 
  • Social Events There was a whole "Welcome Week" thing, and there were events like a comedian, a hypnotist show, a dance, and a carnival. Fun, free stuff-- my favorite! So stuff like that tends to happen, probably not so much in the coming weeks as there was for Welcome Week, but you know, more events are bound to arise, and be a good time.
  • Accepting Weirdness I have met people who admit to being a nerd or loser or such things, myself included seeing as I am one. My room mate and I both are nerds and we admit it, which is fun. I just get the feeling that people are more ready to be themselves in college than in high school. Really, there's just something nice about not knowing anyone here from previous parts of life; it makes people more inclined to show themselves as they are. Or at least I hope this is the case, though I'm not sure if I've met enough people to make this assumption for everyone. But it sounds nice for the sake of my blog, so I'll go ahead and say it. Who knows, maybe it'll inspire some quiet shy kid to just lose fear and go be their crazy self. Maybe.
  • Class Stuff That Randomly Excites Me  You get your schedule for the entire semester. First day of class, the syllabus includes a schedule for the entire freakin' semester. Do you understand how cool that is? In high school I would consider myself lucky if I knew what the hell was coming in the upcoming week for a class. And now I know for the entirety of the class. That is so beautiful. Teachers are more free too. I've had at least three professors swear like it's nothing. And they just teach the way the want to-- I have teachers who go at a slow pace with a powerpoint, and some who just start talking and you can take notes if you feel the need. I have a teacher who, after taking role, gives us the option to leave. The same teacher, as we were discussing and he was done lecturing for the day, just left, telling us we were doing great and could leave whenever we were done. That is so freaking awesome. I've had multiple classes end early, which is so cool. It's kind of ironic, because in high school I liked the concept of having bells, mostly because that way teachers couldn't hold you over and be like "I control this class, not the bell." Umm, no, the bell does. When that thing rang we would leave because teachers knew that we had to. Here it's not like that. We get done when we get done, and that tends to be early or on time, and professors have no interest in "controlling the class" when it comes to time; they're not interested in holding us late like we're little kids being punished. Classes are just so much more respectful, I feel like.
  Ah, fun stuff. So that's my rant about college. Pretty cool, right? I'm enjoying myself is the main point I suppose, so I guess even if you can't relate to this post, you can at least be happy for me, because, as I have like ten or so people read my blog, I assume you all know me at least slightly personally, and I like to think you would be glad to hear of my contentedness.
  So we reach the end of another excessively long post. Sometimes I think I ramble, but then I remember that's at least sort of the point of my blog. So let's see if you're picking up on the pattern of my long. Long post, pretty random and virtually pointless, what does that mean you get at the end? If you guessed a random picture, then go find yourself a reward because you are correct! Enjoy.

Look at my campus, it's so pretty! Legit, that's my campus.

Not random enough for you? Then I present to you: Baby Turtle Pic: Round II.

Look that face! You can't deny smiling at that little cutie.

So yeah, I'm done. Hope you enjoyed it, and like I said, as long as college doesn't steal away all my time, I hope to post more random musings soon. If there is ever anything you want me to ramble about, just comment or let me know.

Monday, August 6, 2012

The Olympics

  I am going to attempt to express my love for the Olympics in this post, with justification. If it just turns into nonsensical spazzing, I apologize. I just really love the Olympics. Also, I love both Winter and Summer Olympics, but since the Summer Olympics are currently on, I will mostly be discussing them. Makes sense, right?
  There's something incredibly special about the Olympics. Every four years (two if you're talking Winter to Summer) countries come together, thousands of people from all over, to enjoy something as simple as sportsmanship. Countries (for the most part) are able to put their differences aside so that people all over the world can root for their team and favorite athletes in a large variety of sports. I think that's quite an accomplishment.
  Beyond just the concept of the Olympics, spectating the competition is great. The Olympics always manage to start with a bang at the Opening Ceremonies, with performances, the parade of athletes, the lighting of the torch-- it's a great way to get in the spirit of things; it reminds us how special the Olympics truly are. Then we get to the actual sports-- games, races, sports we never even think of viewing outside of this event.

  Now, despite my complete lack of physical abilities or athleticism, I'm actually a pretty big fan of spectator sports (specifically major league baseball and college basketball, if you're wondering). So naturally after all you've read so far, I spazz out over the Olympic sports. I literally watch as much of the Olympics as possible; so it's a good thing it's over the summer, because I have been very unproductive the last couple weeks. Granted, I find some of the sports boring-- like you can only watch so many laps in the pool or track before it gets old, and basketball with the pros is super boring in my opinion. But there are so many great and entertaining sports. Plus in the Olympics you get the top dogs, the most talented athletes from all different countries. So not only are the sports unique, you get to see them executed with extreme talent. The things these athletes are able to do are truly amazing-- some are simply jaw-dropping, others make the challenge look easy, when really it's just incredible these people can do these sports as well as they do.
  And then as I'm watching, I think of what it must be like for them, for the athletes. All I know is that if I was one of them, I'd be absorbing every moment of it. Just reaching the skill level to make it to the Olympics must be amazing, and to win a medal must be indescribable. I watch athletes win gold, and honestly it can be emotional-- for them it's all their hard work rewarded, their dreams come true, just pure and unbelievable joy. To see someone earn the gold and experience this, I get caught up in the emotions too.
  Alright, so that's my sentimental, probably a bit cheesy, view of the Olympics. But seriously, it's good stuff. Now for the fun part-- I'm going to list my top 5 favorite Olympic sports to watch. Before that though, I'd like to give a shout out to a few contenders-- archery and fencing, you almost made it on my list. Here we go:

5. Synchro Diving
                                              Yep, synchronized diving-- whether it's platform or springboard, men or women's, it's a really cool sport. Because diving in general-- jumping from a (especially with platform) high distance and doing crazy spins and twists (the technical terms, I'm sure) in the air as you fall to land in the water with as little a splash as possible is already impressive-- now do it with someone next to you and match them completely. 'nuff said.

4. Volleyball
                                 A pretty normal sport to like, I suppose. For the most part I prefer women's indoor team volleyball, but I'll watch the guys and I do admit I follow May-Treanor and Walsh-Jennings pretty closely in the beach volleyball competition. What can I say, they're an incredible team, and I'm rooting for their three-peat-- they honestly deserve. As for indoor, I really like the US women's team, and watching their team work and abilities (man, can they dig and spike that ball), it makes for a great game.

3. Gymnastics 
                                    Probably one of the more popular Olympic sports, but it is for a reason. It's not something that'll pop up on ESPN too often (if at all...I honestly don't know), and so it is one of those sports special to the Olympics. Plus it's entertaining, in one of those jaw-dropping, I can't believe people can physically do that, kind of way. When I watch it, I'm half excited, half nervous for the athletes-- it's a sport where things can go terribly wrong, both point-wise and injury-wise. But that's what makes it fun-- you're on the edge of your seat, and someone does something truly amazing, and it's just such a sense of triumph. My favorite moment was McKayla Maroney's vault for the team competition-- she completely deserved a perfect score, just saying. Plus gymnastics offers a good variety-- unlike a game or race, there are different events, which just adds to the entertainment. So whether it's men or women's, these athletes do incredible things.

2. Badminton
                                  And it's not like your backyard game. If you haven't seen it, go watch it because you won't understand how insane this sport is. The speed is unbelievable. I can't even really describe it beyond that, you just have to watch it. Also, they have something called mixed doubles, where on each team is a man and a woman-- yay for deplenishing sexism in sports! Side Note: Don't get me wrong, I understand that guys and girls can't compete together in most sports, but it's nice to do when they can, am I right? Anyway, this sport is just mind-blowing because of the speed and execution. It's insane, and therefore super entertaining.

1. Water Polo
                                    Super random, I know. Some of you might not even know what it is-- I didn't until the Beijing Olympics. I've watched a few games of it this Olympics though, and it's awesome. They're in a 5 meter deep pool, using a ball that weighs just under a pound, trying to throw it in a goal without fouling and before the shot clock's up. It's intense. There are four 8 minute quarters, so it's well paced, and unlike in soccer (yes, that's a burn towards soccer-- I don't like soccer), they actually score. I prefer the women's in this sport-- oddly enough, they're more aggressive and active in the pool than the guys, in my opinion. It's a great game that requires a ton of endurance (they have to swim back and forth across the pool plenty of times, treading water when not) along with strategy to get the ball past the goalie and defense. So even though my mom laughed at me when I told her, I love watching water polo-- it's crazy entertaining. I get into it like I do basketball and baseball, getting all hyped up and yelling at the tv--usually I'm alone in the room by that point.

  So there you have it, why I love the Olympics along with my top favorite sports. Now you know, and maybe this post will get you thinking about your favorite Olympic sports and moments.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Update Time

  Hey kids, I didn't even realize I hadn't posted at all in July. I deeply apologize for this-- July was a super busy month for me, and the time just flew by. Honestly just today did I realize it was August.
  I have a couple ideas for posts, and I hope to accomplish these posts, but a great change is upon us-- or me, at least. Come next week, I'll have moved into a dorm as a freshman in college. Exciting, yes, but I don't know how busy I will be then, so if in the following months my posting lacks even more than it already has, it's because I'm a college kid now.
  Just thought I'd give an update in case my all of maybe ten people who read my blog won't be wondering why it died. I'll just say this-- even if months go by with no posts, I'm not going to give up my blog entirely. There will be posts in the future, I promise! I know, it's a relief to hear.
  So yes, this was a boring post, but I'll post again super duper soon, and in the meantime enjoy a passage from the latest short story I wrote; yep, that's right, I racked up another story, and this one in only a couple days. It's only ten pages, seemingly my general length for short stories, and it was quite the adventure. I thought it up, wrote most of it in like two days, but at the end of the second day I had no idea how to end it. This is honestly the first time that's ever happened to me-- most the time my stories end smoothly, and I get a wonderful sense of closure upon completing the last sentence. But this one was different: I finished it, and thought to myself, "well that was crap." So what I did was, I highlighted the section I thought was crap, and wrote at the bottom: NEED BETTER ENDING. Then I walked away from it, watched some Olympics for a solid 3 hours (I LOVE the Olympics, which is probably what my next post will be discussing) and then came back to it. I wrote a new ending, and found that sense of closure. Success!
  I'm not sure whether I like the story as a whole yet though-- it's unique, the first time I've present tense, and a bit less climatic than most of my stories.
  I feel like the story needs a bit of explaining, so here we go: it's a futuristic/alternate world where people are placed into jobs and social status based purely on their skills, to the point where personalities don't even matter. A girl comes to be judged and states something that intrigues the main character, a young judge (those who place the people in said jobs and case that wasn't clear). Yep, that's all you get, explanation-wise.
  Without further ado, here is a passage:

Some days I feel especially bored with my job, and today is one of them. I listen to each person name off what they can do, and I guess in my mind where they will be placed as the general consensus of the panel agrees—I silently nod my agreement—and that person is duly placed.
A girl approaches the panel and stands for a moment in silence as she waits for our attention. She is perhaps in her late teen years, very pale with dark brown hair. Her thick dark bangs hang just over her eyes, which gaze down at her hands in a way to where I can’t even tell their color. She holds her hands together, letting them hang at her waist. She wears a cream colored dress with red flowers on it. All of this I take in stride; it’s when she speaks and what she says that gains my full attention.
“My name is Elaina Raves, and my skill is being myself,” she says in a calm but strong voice.
At the end of her statement, her eyes turn up fully to the judges. They are the clearest, most vivid pale blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. And there is something more to them even than that—she holds something behind those eyes that I can’t fully grasp, but I can tell is deep and meaningful.
I hear a couple of the judges sigh, and the head judge begins to speak.
“Right, very well then,” he says, clearing his throat, “I guess we’ll just put you down in the dock town, you can be a waitress or maid, whichever they’re in need of at the local pub and motel. Go on then.”
“Yes sir,” she murmurs, her eyes dropped, about the walk off.
“Wait,” I speak up, looking between the head judge and the girl I stopped in her tracks. My gaze meets hers. “What…what did you mean by that? Being yourself?”
Some of the judges groan, a couple mumbling about new judges.
“They show up every now and then,” the woman judge next to me explains, “people who think they’re better than the system, rebels; they don’t want to be judged, so they make up some nonsense like this.”

You're dying to know what happens, right? Compelling stuff, man.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this slightly informative and possibly boring post.
...But it's not over! I feel the need to make up for my lack of posting in July, so here, you get the most random picture I can find in my vast array of pictures:

It's a baby turtle! I found him in my yard a while ago, and put him by a pond. Isn't he a cutie?
Alright, I'm done now. I hope you liked the turtle though. If there's anything to like about this post, it's definitely the turtle. I was so excited when I found him, I took like tons of pics. So if you like the turtle, tell me, and maybe I'll share some more pics of him in future posts.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

In the Face of Adversity

Post Exigency! So I wrote this yesterday in the late hours of night, for no real reason. I was very sleepy though, and so if it makes no sense or it's poorly written, well too bad (I'm too lazy to edit it)-- this is what comes out of my mind on nights where I try to be profound and inspiring. I hope it is, but if not oh well.

 Life has its hardships-- it's not a cliche, it's just the truth. We all have something we have to go through, and we all have moments where we learn how to cope through these things. They happen, and from there it's a matter of how to deal with it-- not whether it's unfair, not even how to fix it, just how to deal with it.
  I have taken on the concept of living in the moment, and in the face of adversity taking things one thing at time.
  Sometimes you're in a situation you feel like you'll never get out of-- you're away from someone you love and you feel like the days apart will never end; you're on a strenuous hike and you feel like you'll never reach your destination. Sometimes fear sets in and messes with your determined mindset-- you're writing a story but can't seem to finish it; you're painting a picture but don't know how it will turn out; you have a monologue in a play but find that there are too many words to memorize.  That's when you have to take it one thing at a time-- one day at a time, one step at time, one page at a time, one stroke at a time, one line at a time. Focus on the now of that day, step, stroke, and you'll find yourself moving forward.
  And sometimes we're able to move forward not because we want to, but because we have to. You have to get through those days apart because there's no physical way of you coming to that person any sooner. You have to finish that hike because that's the only way back to your car. You have to finish that monologue because you're on stage and the show must go on. At times we don't have a choice in the matter, and in those times we can move forward without realizing it-- you may feel like you can't take another step, you can't handle another day, you can't utter another line-- but you do. Something in your mind and body takes over and you accomplish the task because you have to.
  It's a weird metaphor, but I sometimes think what it's like when giving birth. Women give birth everyday. I can about imagine it is about the most terrifying thing ever, and when you first go into labor you must be scared out of your wits about what's to come-- but there's no fighting it. You just have to suck it up and push that baby out of you. I can bet that the physical labor is not something women want to do-- but they do it because they have to. They go through this painful tough time because they have to in order to get through it, in order for it to end. And once it does, look at what you have--a baby, what you've been waiting for for nine months, maybe longer. And then somehow, now that it's over, it was worth it.
  You finished the painting, the story, the monologue. You reached your destination at the end of the hike; the day arrived that you reunite with your loved one. You pushed that baby out of you. And what an accomplishment, to go through that and come out realizing that it was all worth it.
  So take things one step at a time, and with the right outlook on life, you'll realize that adversity is just a part of life, and that contentedness is soon to follow. Just push out that metaphorical (or I guess it could be literal) baby.
Life is a journey. Okay, this is just a cool picture I took an edited, and I'm just trying to tie it together.
(And please don't judge me too harshly for my weird metaphor)

Monday, June 18, 2012

Downton Addiction (My first try at a review)

  I'm a little behind on this craze, as season one of Masterpiece Classic's "Downton Abbey" premiered back in 2010. I heard of its popularity, but knew little about the show, and with no access to it took no effort in trying to learn. Just recently, upon getting Netflix, I was convinced by my mother to watch the show with her. And now after watching the entire first season in 3 days, my only regret in watching the show is that Netflix does not have season two.
  The show is honestly stunning. I could, and intend to, acclaim so many aspects that go into the show-- the acting is splendid, the music is gorgeous, and the cinematography holds to the standards of an artistic film. Beyond the aspects that go into making the show, the story itself is fantastic. As you watch it you become completely enraptured by it-- I know after watching it it was all I could think about for the next few days.
  The year is 1912, and in the first episode news of the Titanic sinking reaches Downton, with personal tragedy-- two relatives, a cousin and nephew, died in the sinking of the ship.While deaths can be mourned and lives can move on, this news causes far more of a problem for Downton, because the cousin and nephew who died were next in line to inherit the estate and title that comes with it. Robert Crawley, currently head of Downton, and his wife Corra, (though they are often just referred to as something along the lines of "Lordship" and "Ladyship") only have three daughters, who cannot inherit the estate because it's passed through male lineage. Thus the drama begins.
  I'll admit it, that paragraph was lengthy and inheritance isn't exactly exciting. I don't want you all to gain the impression that the show is strictly about the fight for who will inherit the estate, because honestly that's only a fraction of what goes on in the show. So stick with me here, and I promise there is more to excitement to come.
  So, while Corra teams up with her mother-in-law Violet (a sassy, very entertaining old woman played by Maggie Smith, most recognizably McGonagal in HP) to try to fight the inheritance law so that Mary (the oldest daughter) can inherit at least the money if not the estate, the show also takes us downstairs to the servants' side of Downton. There is an array of characters that work to uphold the Abbey for the lord and ladyships, and Mr.Bates in the first episode is newly hired to be Robert's valet. Mr.Bates (probably my favorite character) has a bad knee and walks with a limp, which the rest of the staff fear will slow him down and hamper the speed that is required to work at Downton. Footman Thomas and lady's maid O'Brian, friends in evil-doings if you ask me, set to it for the next few episodes to see that Mr.Bates is fired, all to no avail because well honestly he's just too awesome. Mr.Bates in the meantime befriends Anna, maid to the daughters, and they are just about the cutest thing I've ever seen ever.
You'd think it'd be easy to find an image of these two,  seeing as they're constantly together during the show, but sadly that is not the case. So you get this weird picture, of Bates walking while Anna looks at him.
  In the second episode Matthew Crawley, distant cousin of middle class who is now to inherit, along with his mother Isobel, are introduced to the story. Matthew's a looker, and he and Mary go through some Pride and Prejudice-esque times where they pretend to not be interested in each other out of stubbornness but can't help it. Isobel and Violet have their quarrels and entertaining rivalry as they both try to keep themselves busy with whatever it is older woman of the time liked doing. The youngest daughter, Sybil, (my other favorite besides Mr.Bates) discovers independence and politics, attending woman's suffrage rallies and helping house maid Gwen find a job as a secretary. Then there's middle daughter Edith, who struggles with being liked and has jealousy issues with Mary. 
The sisters left to right: Edith, Mary, Sybil
  There are a handful of characters I have yet to mention, but this summary is getting rather lengthy so I will refrain from doing so since I've gotten the main point.
  All in all, the story is vastly entertaining, and has a great balance between drama and humor, seriousness and lightheartedness. It is beautifully filmed, the cinematography reminding me of some of my favorite movies,  such as Pride and Prejudice and The King's Speech. The music score is gorgeous as well, rightfully capturing the mood of the show. The acting is stellar and the costumes are lovely (and I'm sure historically accurate). On top of that, the writing is phenomenal-- an enrapturing story with wonderfully witty dialogue and well placed themes for each episode leaves me more than happy with the show. All I can say is that I'm looking forward to getting my hands on season two, and then waiting on the edge of my seat for season three, coming out in January.  

Friday, May 25, 2012

Anecdote Time

  Hey kids, so I feel like I should post something, but I have nothing planned or even thought out, so I'll just tell you all a quick anecdote.
  So, I have this aunt who for years would send my sister and I Beanie Babies. You know what I'm talking about? I feel like you have to, I mean who doesn't have or at least know about the little stuffed animals with the ty heart shaped tags? Well, they were kind of a huge part of my childhood, entirely because of this one aunt.
  I think what started it was that Beanie Babies became some huge craze, and rumors spread that one day they'd all be super valuable. I guess my aunt figured it was a good present then, because we could enjoy the critters as kids, and then one day they'd be worth something.
  Well whatever the reason, my aunt bought-- literally, bought-- into the craze hardcore. She would send us Beanie Babies all the time. Sure, for holidays and birthdays, but just as a side note, not the main present-- and it didn't matter whose birthday it was, we'd both get beanies. And then she'd just randomly send them to us too sometimes. Basically, it was like this-- if there was something in the mail from our aunt, we knew we'd be adding a couple more Beanie Babies to our ever growing collection.
  Where is this going, you may ask. Well, my aunt visited this past weekend, and because of our move (I don't know if you children are up to date, but yes, my family moved) we had collected all the Beanie Babies into a giant tub. For some good laughs, we looked through them all, put them on display, and then counted them.
  You want to guess how many we had? Let's think about it-- she did this for let's say ten years to make it a good round number. Let's say she'd send us each one like, four times a year. That'd add up to about 80 beanies if I'm doing my math correctly. So is that your guess? 80?
  Here, I'll even let you see the display we made of the beanies to give you a visual, then you can make your final guess.
There it is. What does that look like to you? Maybe closer to a hundred. You have your final guess?

  The grand total was one hundred and fourty seven Beanie Babies. That's right. 147. And I have a couple more that weren't in the picture, given to me from my friend and my boyfriend. So make that 149. Now, I think there were a few that weren't from my aunt, so let's subtract five. I'm going to say that my aunt purchased for us over the course of about ten years, 144 Beanie Babies. Dang!!! Well, I hope they really do become valuable, but even if not, I sure did enjoy them all in my childhood.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Lit Title Parodies

So, for nearly this entire lovely afternoon, I have been playing on paint. I know it's been awhile since my last post, but hopefully all my hard (though not skilled) work on paint will have been worth the wait.
Post Exigency! A few days or so ago, my friend and I were chatting about literature, as we often do because you know, we're a couple of cool teenagers. Somehow we ended up discussing title parodies, coming up with a couple that will be on here. Today I thought of a few more and then drew up some super gorgeous book cover parodies. Well, here they are:

Alright, starting with the original. My friend and I came up with a couple for Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms. We went for the opposite, being A Hello to Arms.

 Then we got weird, and thought it could be literal arms.

And I spelled prosthetics right on the first try! Bam!

And then with our amusement somehow we came up with this one. Don't question us. Don't judge us. Or my cat drawings, for that matter.

Gatsby, obviously. The shirt thing always got me in this book...

The Scarlet Letter, now bedazzled. (it's sparkly, I promise, it's just not showing up as well on here).

Catcher in the Rye. If you've read it, you'll get why it's funny that he swears.

Yep, that's all I got. If I think of more, you think of one you'd like me to do, I'll post another series of pictures. But for now that is all. I apologize if the pictures are not super clear, but I think you can read the speech bubbles. Yes, I believe that is all I have to say for this post.

Monday, April 30, 2012

There's No "Love Triangle" in Team

  So in the past years popular books series have turn into epic (or not so epic--matter of opinion, I suppose) movies. You, unless a recluse, know what I am talking about-- Harry Potter, Twilight, and most currently, the Hunger Games. I am perfectly fine with two of the three-- you know what, scratch that, I'm good with all three, Twilight for a good laugh (don't worry, this is not bashing Twilight time-- I do that enough with my friends to where I don't find it necessary to put into a blog post). Anyway, I like the concept of turning the books into movies, as it causes books and reading to become a fad and then look at that, kids actually are reading (I know someone out there is saying in a sassy voice, "no, they just watch the stupid inaccurate movies and miss the whole point" and that may be true for some, but I still have faith in the youth of today and like to think that if a movie that is from a book seems awesome, people will turn to the original and pick up the book).
  But alas, I digress. With Twilight came "teams" for the likes of creepy-yet-somehow-described-as-perfect Edward and I-was-only-popular-after-I-took-off-my-shirt Jacob.And now with Hunger Games becoming annoyingly popular some fans are starting teams for my-name-sounds-like-bread-cuz-I-bake Peeta and hey-let's-catch-some-squirrels Gale. 
   WARNING: Hipster Statement So I read the Hunger Games series like a year ago *puts on hipster sunglasses* before it was cool. But no, on a serious note, a couple of my friends who read a lot referred me to the series so I guess that's why I heard about them before the craze. And it's a great series, don't get me wrong; it's just that I read it and moved on. Now that everyone is up and arms about the books and movies it's just a bit annoying because I stopped thinking about the books a long time ago.
   But let's get back to the point. I, like some fans, find the whole "team" thing to be unnecessary for the series. I  think it's unnecessary because to me it's very obvious who she'll end up with and so I don't see the point of teams when one obviously is getting more Katniss lovin' than the other. Plus there's the fact that it's a dystopia where children are killing each other (SPOILER ALERT-- a bunch of people die all the time) and so who she ends up with shouldn't really be the main point of the story-- just a side note, emotional, oh-yeah-this-is-a-teen-novel-so-let's-add-romance part. 
   But then I got to thinking. What if this whole team thing isn't a fad, and the people blaming Twilight and stupid fan-crazed teenagers are wrong? What if teams always arose whenever books with any romantic interests were published?
   So now, to depict this idea, I give you several doodles of nondescript stick figures and their teams:

Okay, so maybe the last one is not as romantic, but I had to add The Picture of Dorian Grey since it's my favorite book and I love Oscar Wilde. Plus it's just a little bit true (I'd be team Basil, just saying.) But anyway, I hope you found this entertaining, and if you have any good literary teams, comment and let me know! I'd love to hear some more!

Monday, April 16, 2012

The Best "Exotic Pet"

   You know those crazy (stupid) people who own "exotic pets" (wild animals)? Yeah, those people you hear about with like tigers and chimps as pets instead of, I don't know, a hamster. You know why you know what I'm talking about? Because you hear about them in the media because they get mauled or killed or their face gets eaten. It's true. I would never own an exotic pet, for reasons that those with common sense I'm sure can understand-- I, for one, do not want to get mauled or killed or have my face eaten. But beyond that, I find it cruel and completely ridiculous to take a wild animal out of it's natural habitat. And these people are surprised that they're mauled? Hello, your tiger is not a kitty. It is a predator. There are reasons why people domesticated animals-- so they would be domestic and not wild and not kill you. That's why that happened, and that's why you should have a domestic pet and not a fucking chimp that will indeed bite your face off if you look at it the wrong way (and said "wrong way" is determined by the chimp, not you).
   This rant I am using as a disclaimer, just to make clear that I in no way support having wild animals as pets, and would never ever have a wild animal as a pet because I am highly (and clearly, after that rant), against it.
   However, if I was to have a wild animal as a pet, I would without a doubt have a sloth. Yes, a sloth. They would make a fantastic buddy (I'm not even going to use the word pet because I seriously don't want one as a pet-- I really just want to cuddle with one. Judge me all you want.) for several reasons:

  1.    They are beyond adorable. Have you seen a baby two-toed sloth? I have, and this is literally the thought that runs through my head as I stare into it's cute lovable eyes: IT JUST WANTS LOVE. AND I WANT TO GIVE IT THAT LOVE. I am dead serious, that is what I think. Look at that baby sloth hugging that giraffe stuffed animal. You know you wish you could be that stuffed animal.
  2. They are not dangerous predators. Common sense, kids. You want a wild animal for a pet? How about not getting a vicious carnivore then? Sloths eat leaves, and due to this diet they have a slow metabolic rate and therefore are very low energy creatures. They are slow moving and tend to sleep a lot. In fact, they move so slow that in the wild algae grows on them (provides camouflage for them, so not necessarily as bad as it sounds). Point being, even if the sloth did want to kill you, you'd probably walk away before it could really do anything. Beyond maybe a glare here and there, you probably wouldn't even know it wanted to kill you. Though I like to think that sloths would be a benevolent creature, who wouldn't have murderous desires.
  3. They are fucking adorable. I don't think you understood the first time. These critters are just about the cutest thing in the world. Here, look at another picture. It's so happy looking. It's just like "Hey there, I'm just an adorable baby sloth, hugging onto some fuzzy thing. Nah, it's cool, I can hang here while you bask in awe at my cuteness." Yep. That's right. Except that I would actually like to think that sloths would be a very humble creature, so read that quote in an innocent and sweet tone.
  4. Just in case you're still uncertain of their cuteness. I can't possibly fathom that any of you could possibly still be doubting their absolute adorableness, but in case you are (or you're like me, and just want more slothy goodness), watch this video. Because not only do they look adorable, but they also make the cutest noises. Brace yourselves for utter cuteness.
   You can die happy now, can't you? So, to recap, I love sloths. Probably a bit too much, but seeing as I'm a nerd when it comes to animals in general, I'm not too concerned. Plus, I made a valid argument as to why I love them so very much. As you can about imagine, I want to visit a sloth sanctuary (where the video was) and it is truly a dream of mine to hold a baby sloth. It will happen. And then my life will be complete.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

An Epic Post

Intro to Epic Post: Hey kids, it's April already-- who would have thought? And today I give to you a strange post. Here's what happened: I wasn't doing anything and decided that meant it was a good time to post something. Well, not knowing what to post, I put on some music. I put on "Speaking Unto Nations (Beethoven Symphony no. 7-- II)" which is a track from the beyond amazing movie, The King's Speech. That is, in case you are unsure, the music that plays as he give the final epic speech. So in response to such epic music playing, I started writing my own epic speech. Only mine is about Spring, and might be over-the-top. I'm not sure. So may I suggest that as you read it, you should listen to the song ( but if you don't want to do that, please at least read this as if it was an epic speech. That's all I ask. Enjoy my dramatic moment:

 Spring is upon us, my children, and it is the time of which grand outdoor activities are to be had. We must cast ourselves into the grandeur of outdoors and greet Mother Nature herself upon our quest of rejoicing in the finer weather.
   We endured the shivers and adversities of the torrent Winter season, and prevailed. We have made it through the hardships of chilly winds and dark nights. Now we find ourselves in a time of prosperity, where flowers have bloomed and the sun shines, casting down joyous light from the bluest of skies.
   Not that everyday is to be such perfection, as the weather will still change, as storms still will pass through the sky on occasion. When it does rain, however,  it rains to feed the world, to provide for a plentiful life and beautiful days to come. So do not cower in the face of a storm in this season of which Mother Nature flourishes. Patience through the storm will prove worthy, and in the coming days, the clouds will clear and again you will bask in the shining sun, feeling its warmth upon your face and finding the inner joy that has been waiting to relish in the Spring.
   Upon the days of perfection, when the sky is a pleasurable shade, and the sun's rays are welcoming, do find yourselves delved in Nature. Thrust yourselves into the lightened meadows and forests and gardens in your life, greet them as you would an old friend, for they are the setting to your new quest, your new adventure, your new story. It is not indoors hiding away in your bed, but in laying in a meadow, hiking through a forest, resting your feet in a cool stream or riverbed, or simply reading a book on the porch, it is there that you will find the joy and warmth in Spring. It is there that Mother Nature will walk beside you, sit by you, take your hand and tell you how much she has missed your company. She will beam at you, and you in return will be filled with a certain contentedness. A contentedness that only comes during these perfect days, a contentedness that like a flower requires the proper amount of sunlight and nourishment to truly flourish.
   In the blossoming of this contentedness you will remember all that comes with Spring-- the cheery mornings that greet you with chirping birds, the warm afternoons where the world is ready to be explored, the evenings accompanied with laughter and flower scented breezes. And upon this remembrance you find yourself excited and prepared for such a glorious season.
   Spring is upon us, my children, do not let it pass without an adventure.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Talent? Show

   Talent shows are a super fun time, and what's even better than those is this event my school sometimes has called Open Mic Night, where you don't sign up or audition, you just show up and go crazy. It's fun, and whenever it comes around a couple things come across my mind-- how supportive audiences can be, and how I have no talents.
   Now, I know how this post sounds so far. You're expecting me to go into an anecdote about how one time I tried to do a performance, sucked, but the audience cheered me on anyway. Well, if that's really what you're looking forward to in this post, I am afraid you will be disappointed. But honestly, that would have been a boring and cliche post so I don't see why you would look forward to it.
   No, indeed I did not perform. That is because I have no talent that is perform-able. During such talent shows, the thought always occurs to me of the people with talents who can't be shown. Like a painter can't go up and paint in front of an audience, just as I can't go in front of one and write a story. But I suppose such talents are often associated with the introverted such who would prefer not to be in front of a large group of people anyway (not to stereotype introverts, nor artists/writers). Plus for them there are art galleries, and...publishers.
   I, though introverted, do have a random, erm, I guess we'll call it talent, that I have wanted to perform. It is actually a type of theatre competition called prose, though I do not compete and would therefore only want to do it as a talent. It is where you read aloud a piece of prose, almost in the way of a monologue, except not because monologues are terrifying (yes, I have dabbled in the theatre industry-- that's another story/post, though). It seems fun, though I feel that audiences would be very confused-- even at Open Mic Night, where anything goes-- if I went up on stage and started reading out the Allie's baseball mitt passage from Catcher in the Rye in a Holden-esque tone (I considered doing the competition for all of a day, so yes, I do have a passage picked out).
   So, yes, sometimes I secretly wish to be talented in the ways of performance, but me being my introvert self, I know that it is best that I just remain one of the cheering audience members.
   And yes, I do realize this post was excessively random and fairly long. As a reward for your patience and tolerance at my rambling, I give you this photo:
That's right, it's an inchworm. And it's going for the camera lens.

As awesome as the last pic was, here's a clearer shot of the little guy.

And his inching abilities. You're glad you read the whole post now, aren't  you? That's right, awesome inchworm pics for worthy readers.

Friday, March 23, 2012

A Girl Named Bitterly

   Over spring break, besides becoming ill, I wrote a short story. Well, I had started it a long while ago, and I finished it over break. Originally it had been one of those "punch the keys" (Finding Forrester reference-- I just watched that movie again, and it's awesome) moments where you just write and you have no idea where it's going. Well, I figured out what to do with it during the break, and wrote it and finished it. It is lovely, and inspired by several things in my life currently.
   The story is about a girl named Bitterly Living who is an aspiring fashion designer living in a drab town. She has her friend Peter, who helps her venture to the fashionable city of Paris, where she can find her success. So, I give to you a passage from the story. Enjoy.

   The evening was quiet and hardly anyone was about the streets. Bitterly knew where she was going, and tried to suppress her hopes; she preferred a nonchalance in life. Certain streets she took were so quiet she could hear her steps, and even the slightest murmurs of the town were easily heard by anyone around. She enjoyed hearing the murmur, as well as her steps being their own part of something truly insignificant.
She rounded a corner and reached just the stoop she was looking for. Splayed across the second step of the stoop was Peter, his head and shoulders slouched against the side and his legs stretched out in front of him. His hat covered his eyes and he was at least pretending to sleep.
“And shouldn’t you be at school?” Bitterly greeted.
 Peter lifted his head and gave a full hearted grin. “Then how would you find me? That’s the last place to look.”
Bitterly shook her head, but couldn’t suppress a smile. Peter was a year younger than her, and had always been her best friend. They went to the same boarding school, and now that Bitterly had graduated Peter wanted the same freedom. He was scruffy and lanky, appearing as though he lived on that stoop. He had dirty blonde hair that was such a dirty shade of blonde that his roots were dark brown. He had crystal perfect green blue eyes that had such a spark that they were filled with the verve of life, so much so that when he was truly beaming, his eyes made his whole face seem to glow. The school and basically everyone else said he was a scruffy troublemaker; Bitterly said he was iridescent.
“You’re staying in school.”
He scrunched up his face, and sat up properly so Bitterly could sit next to him. “I know. I’d be better off somewhere else though. I could be an apprentice somewhere; it’d be much more thrilling.”
“You only have the rest of this term left, and then you can do whatever you want,” Bitterly said, sitting next to him.
“Yes, I know. So what have you to show today?”
Bitterly beamed at him. “I finished it. The entire collection.”
Peter’s eyes lit up with excitement and his face gave off that glow. “Well, let’s see it then.”