Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Mostly just that English Oral IB presentation that's eating away at me, though. Urgh. I don't want to do an English Oral IB presentation. I want to play with my computer. :P
Friday, December 23, 2011
I hope he gets in anyways, because he could totally do it- smart kid. but not a total egghead either, which is not what the schools are looking for. Besides, the internet is a wonderful way to keep in touch with people ;D
We'd pass through village after village, all of them destroyed, and eventually find one deep in the woods, where a group of rebels live and take care of those who survive the pillages. There we'd meet the leaders of the resistance, who would have festive names like Major Mistletoe, because it's Christmas, after all. They'd see the nutcracker's scabbard and gasp in shock, because the sword within the scabbard is the one that can supposedly defeat all evil! However, it is missing a stone, a great big one in the middle, and nobody knows where to find it. So we all decide to set out on a big epic adventure to find the Sugarplum princess... yeah.
Though I guess, as far as princes go, I've got my nerd. And he's pretty great. I don't mean to stray from the magical-ness of this post, but today in "math" (We had 30 minute classes in which we accomplished nothing) I sat on his lap for a little bit (I can't remember why anymore) and during that time, he kept chuckling in that little contented way of his that lets me know he's really happy and content. Which was very cute. I mean, he was basically content to have me there. :) I think he's a keeper.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
People who try in school say, "Get more buckets, we need to bail this water." Their boat has a tiny crack but since they're working to remove it, it doesn't affect them much except for now and then.
People in full IB don't say anything because they're too busy throwing buckets of water over the edge though really the boat is half-sunk anyways. They're missing a whole plank of the bottom.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
No, they're real people. Their emotions and troubles and lives just seem so... petty. Stupid.
If you really want to be healthy, EAT REAL FOOD. That's all I can say :P
"Wow, every other word out of your mouth is fuck. And you're probably talking about drugs. I bet you'll grow and be an abusive partner, drink a lot, do drugs, and eventually die as a young adult from an overdose or a car accident. I, on the other hand, will grow up, get a job, raise kids. So both of our lives are pretty boring and stupid, really. It's just that you did everything wrong, and I did everything right. Either way, you're screwed, I guess."
This is what a semester of full IB and doing the same thing daily will do to you. Every day is exactly the same. Exactly the same. Exactly the same. Perhaps not fully exactly as the word entails, but you get my point.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
"It's the fourteenth," he says. I laugh.
"Wow," I reply. "That's a fail. I don't even know what day it is."
The kid didn't respond. I doubt he was even listening.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Gosh darn and golly gee, has it EVER occurred to you that maybe I just WANT to get a big fancy degree in Creative Writing for the fun of it? Because it's something I'm good at and I enjoy and I want to better myself at it? You say I should be a doctor because I can. Because I am capable. Well, I'm capable of doing this, too. So why are you shooting it down?
Monday, December 5, 2011
I love my Mandy.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
I went home with dad. I didn't want him to go home alone. It killed me to see my sister, though- she didn't want me to hold her hand or anything. When I put my hand on her arm, she pushed it off.
My brother gave me the tightest hug of my life.
At least we could all be there. Mandy seemed happy, even though she was uncomfortable.
I was the first one to cry. That's me. I didn't see dad cry at all, but I bet he wanted to. He was sad. My brother was sad. Mom was crying, Freckles was crying. I was the only one talking and it didn't make any sense.
It almost feels like she's still here, just in the basement, eluding us. Except when we cook. I can picture exactly what she'd be doing every minute of the day. When mom was cooking eggs, she would have been sitting on that mat by the other backyard door, next to the stove. When I ate my muffin this morning, she would have been there as I pulled it out of the container, wagging her tail and looking up eagerly. She would have mooched off me in the living room.
Right now she'd be by the fire, or wherever mom is, sleeping or resting or being petted. It just kills me that she had enough personality, enough life in her to keep going.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
THANK YOU FAMILY!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
IT AIN'T BECAUSE OF GOD, LET ME TELL YOU THAT.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making you grow up, because it seems to me you're making choices sometimes I'd rather you didn't. But you're your own person, and I have to let you be. Just please, do the same for me too?
I am sorry.
I hope you know I cried in math that day and I was too embarrassed to tell anybody why. I hope you know it's going to haunt me forever that when one of my friends across the hall said "That was really rude" after it happened, I'll never know if she was talking about you or me. I hope you know that if there was one mistake I've ever made that I could take back, it'd be that one. Not going back and telling my fifth grade self not to gossip. Not going back and telling my seventh grade self not to like that jackass. No, I'd go back and make that day better for both of us. I'm sure your life is hard enough as it is, and you didn't need me to make it harder.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Deal with it or go home.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Yalee: Not where he'd like. (pause, she covers her mouth in shock) Oh my god. I can't believe i just said that.
i'm kind of wondering when Yalee is just going to give in and jump John. man. This book is not YA (Young Adult) AT ALL anymore. this is turning into full on... something else. sci fi ish+ romance+ erotic fiction... though it probably won't go that far. let's just say there's some things i'd rather leave unwritten.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
I've never read any harry potter, to be honest. I just saw something like this on someone's blog and googled it for myself. whoopee.
actually, that's a lie. i started reading the first book and it was REALLY BORING. so i stopped. go ahead, hate on me, whatever. i liked the movies, though, and i wish i could read it, but it just doesn't interest me. however, i like the sorting hat's decision :) sounds good to me.
so... lately, it seems all my characters are matched up nice and perfectly, which leaves me pretty much nowhere to build upon. and everytime i try to write an adventure scene, it's just really bad and moves too fast. i almost need a new novel. HELP!
though in camp lame-o (the original one), i was saved in the end by someone suggesting "just kill them all". so what should i do now? any ideas? CRAZY IDEAS? i'll take 'em. after all, i was at first opposed to killing all my characters, until i found a loophole within that idea that worked. so i guess i'll have to look through the nano forums and the ywp nano dares and see what that'll give me.
though i need to get out of the romance forums. THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE NOVEL. this is... well, it was YA. now that all the characters are legally adults, though, it's taking a weird turn. romaction?
anyway. I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST OF LUCK ON YOUR NOVELS, SHOULD YOU BE ATTEMPTING THE WONDER THAT IS NANOWRIMO. and if anyone should have any ideas- especially any that make them laugh- let me know. i'm desperate, here. anything!
swegan :) the wrimo
Friday, November 11, 2011
As they head out of the store, they realize they have not gotten groceries. (Also please note these characters are both 18ish).
“Fuck the groceries,” Yalee said, sounding determined. John grabbed her hand as they raced through the now extremely heavy downpour out to the car.
“I’d rather you than the groceries,” John said to her, winking as he did so to let her know that it was just teasing. She turned bright red anyways, and hit him on the shoulder.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
holy crap, my teachers decided to bombard us with homework this week. i'm embarrassed to admit i've actually lost sleep staying up an extra hour and a half or so to write, just to keep up. we got something like 5 or 6 bio assignments this weekend, and our math mid-term is monday (AAAAH) and we have english vocab and questions to do. i did the math today and it was just so... ugh. one of those days where you don't want to do anything but something lazy, you know? it took me FOREVER. but i got most of my bio done, aside from a couple things my teacher still hasn't posted on edmodo. so i can't really do anything about that. and i'm learning how to ingest information that isn't given to me as direct answers to the questions. it's a good thing, i think, and perhaps a bit more interesting. though some days, i'd just like the teacher to drip-feed us the notes because it just takes less effort to learn that way. having to read the notes on our own also is apparently not as effective for everyone in class. everyone was whining that our teacher never taught us photosynthesis, when in fact she spend a whole class teaching it to us. blah. whatever. i'm not them and they're not me. which seems irrelevant, but it's not. i guess people just learn differently. and i conveniently happen to be able to learn this way. so i guess that's good and it's all i can hope for.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
in the end, i can only do what i think is right for me. i have to cut out everyone else's opinion, positive or negative. and in the end i just really don't want to take the class. i'm so worried i'm making the wrong choice. so unless my math mark is like magically 90 or even 85 (though i predict it's maybe like 76) and my math teacher has some good reason for saying i could do the exam, i'm not going to take the class.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
If you're going to post something on the internet- something big, something serious, something that argues for a side- there are things you need to do. Show me your sources. How do I know you're not making this up? Because no sources means either a) you should have the title "Dr." in front of your name, and a little note beneath that you have a PhD, or are working as part of a legitimate research team or something along those lines, or b) you really want to show your opinion, but aren't going to bother to make it fact.
Use good puntcuation. If you have "i know its true, why else would it be." in the middle of your argument, I'm a lot less likely to listen to your argument. I'm a lot more likely to think you don't know how to correctly construct a sentence, tell the difference between a question and a statement, or use punctuation correctly. And if you don't know those things, how am I supposed to trust that your information is right?
Write it well. Don't post some raging, angry post on the internet that you typed in five seconds. If you're going to make a really serious argument and want people to listen to you, think it over. Write it carefully. Use good sentence structure, know what words mean (eg. the difference between "their", "there", and "they're"-if you say "there rackets" instead of "their rackets" you lose credibility), and use them correctly. Don't use a bunch of big words if you really aren't sure that they make sense together.
Don't use religion if it isn't necessary. If it's an argument on why you think god exists, then yes, it's necessary. But if it's an argument about politics or medicine or your best friend's cat, leave it alone. I'm not going to post all over my arguments that this is wrong because god doesn't exist if it's not relevant. If you're going to include that your religion influences your beliefs, throw in a little sentence or two at the end that someone who disagrees with your beliefs can ignore.
As I read through comments on an article about vaccines, I noticed that I was far more likely to take into greater account people who used correct puncutation and sentence structure, who threw in a reference for their information, and who left god out of it (or encouraged others to). I know that grammar is hard for some people, and you can go ahead and get all over me for being a snob about how the English language is something I enjoy learning and thus have knowledge of. You can say I know nothing about it, that I'm just doing it all wrong. You can say there is no set of rules about posting on the internet.
I realize these things, and I am in no way suggesting there should be a code of rules for the internet. I'm just letting you know, from one person, that if you want to be listened to and taken seriously, please put some effort in. If you take the time to say something, I'll take the time to listen. But if you just throw it up there in a fit of rage, I'll calmly scroll past it in a fit of annoyance.
For blogs and things like that, however, or youtube videos of cats doing stupid things, grammar doesn't matter. None of it does. Casual commentary on non-serious things isn't something we need to worry about. Posting "awesome, this is soooo cuuute! <3 <3 <3" on a video isn't a bad thing, because you're not trying to say something important, just to say what you think about something that lacks the weight of a serious issue.
And one more thing? If somebody told me they were going to pray for my dog, I wouldn't stop them. It's a kind gesture, and I appreciate that they'd like to ask who they think is a very important person a very important favour, I'm all for it. I'm not asking anybody to pray for her, because I don't believe in god. I will ask for luck, though. And sympathy. Can I ask for sympathy?
Your Anonymous Internet Acquaintance (or Real-Life Friend),