So, I was going to make a big post about how you shouldn't expect a lot of posts from me because Nanowrimo is coming up (TONIGHT! MIDNIGHT! YES!)...
and then I realized that you probably haven't been expecting a lot (read: any)posts from me, because the last post was on the 16th. Of October.
I'm wearing a really short black dress and wings while sitting on the floor of a friend's dorm room typing this post watching Strangers, or The Strangers, or whatever this movie is called, but I'm not paying a whole lot of attention because I also have Nanowrimo.org up on my computer, along with House M.D. and I'm probably going to pull up Facebook any second as well. Also, I'm thinking that I really want a donut...but to get the donut, I have to go into my room and open the fridge.
And my back kind of hurts from sitting the way I'm sitting, but to be able to lean back, I have to take off the wings.
I think that the creepiest thing about this movie is the weird repetitive soundtrack.
I'd be a lot more interested in what was going to happen if I had popcorn and didn't have my laptop.
Eh. I'm going to take off my wings. My back totally hurts. XP
NANOWRIMO!
31 October 2010
16 October 2010
Your word for this week is Synchronicity. You won't need to use it every way you can, because you'll see it everywhere now.
Today I sneezed.
I should vacuum my room.
There is dust everywhere.
And various particles of Moss.
However, according to Robert Fulghum, they did a study, which showed that out of all that...STUFF that collects to form dustbunnies...a large majority is star stuff.
That's right.
"It's not dirt," I can hear myself explaining to my parents. "It's star-stuff."
To which they'd reply, "That's very cool, Moss. However, the fact remains that it is ALL OVER your room."
So I will vacuum my room, and then I shall make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and eat it.
Yay!
Then I will make a pretty picture for ANOTHER friend's birthday.
And hopefully her parents will take us all out to dinner.
Because Food is the main point here.
:D
I should vacuum my room.
There is dust everywhere.
And various particles of Moss.
However, according to Robert Fulghum, they did a study, which showed that out of all that...STUFF that collects to form dustbunnies...a large majority is star stuff.
That's right.
"It's not dirt," I can hear myself explaining to my parents. "It's star-stuff."
To which they'd reply, "That's very cool, Moss. However, the fact remains that it is ALL OVER your room."
So I will vacuum my room, and then I shall make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and eat it.
Yay!
Then I will make a pretty picture for ANOTHER friend's birthday.
And hopefully her parents will take us all out to dinner.
Because Food is the main point here.
:D
11 October 2010
Your word for this week is Anachronism. Use it every way you can.
If you must know, I am writing this in order to make me feel productive because I'm not doing my homework.
Just so you know.
Do not expect anything of real content.
I am happy today. While at the same time not happy.
I guess I'm normal today.
So this is what it feels like.
It is very unbearably hot here. Especially for someone who curls, and used to work in the packaging area of a cheese plant.
My parents have left after family weekend.
However, they did bring me cheese. And banana bread. And CDs. And skirts. And took me grocery-shopping. And demonstrated their love for me in as materialistic a way as I could want.
:D
I have a friend who is coming to visit me soon, via bus.
If a person who works in greyhound is reading this, I am upset with you because you very nearly forced her not to come, because of your exorbitant round-trip prices from her town to my town and back again.
So grr.
When I rule the world, there's gonna be some price slashing.
However, it is now worked out.
Said friend's birthday is also tomorrow. Go over here and wish her a happy birthday. Tell her Moss sent you.
My Creative Writing Club was pretty much a success. I hope for more people next meeting. I will bring cookies. :D
However, I also have to work on a Model Constitution for our group, which is a royal pain in the ass, mainly because most things referred to really don't apply to our group.
But I have Caramel Rice Cakes, which is good.
The battery in my MP3 player is virtually dead.
But I now have six billion songs on my laptop.
And I found a fun web comic. Go Here.
It is very fun.
Hmm. That is about it.
Besides This. Do It.
Just so you know.
Do not expect anything of real content.
I am happy today. While at the same time not happy.
I guess I'm normal today.
So this is what it feels like.
It is very unbearably hot here. Especially for someone who curls, and used to work in the packaging area of a cheese plant.
My parents have left after family weekend.
However, they did bring me cheese. And banana bread. And CDs. And skirts. And took me grocery-shopping. And demonstrated their love for me in as materialistic a way as I could want.
:D
I have a friend who is coming to visit me soon, via bus.
If a person who works in greyhound is reading this, I am upset with you because you very nearly forced her not to come, because of your exorbitant round-trip prices from her town to my town and back again.
So grr.
When I rule the world, there's gonna be some price slashing.
However, it is now worked out.
Said friend's birthday is also tomorrow. Go over here and wish her a happy birthday. Tell her Moss sent you.
My Creative Writing Club was pretty much a success. I hope for more people next meeting. I will bring cookies. :D
However, I also have to work on a Model Constitution for our group, which is a royal pain in the ass, mainly because most things referred to really don't apply to our group.
But I have Caramel Rice Cakes, which is good.
The battery in my MP3 player is virtually dead.
But I now have six billion songs on my laptop.
And I found a fun web comic. Go Here.
It is very fun.
Hmm. That is about it.
Besides This. Do It.
04 October 2010
Nanowrimo!
The smell of ink.
The feel of paper.
The smell of burning circuits as your brain fries itself due to looking at a computer screen on way too much caffeine for way too long.
Yes, children, nanowrimo is coming up.
And by nanowrimo, I mean the awesomest thing to come out of november ever including Marie Antoinette, Matthew MacConaughey, and Madame Curie combined.
50,000 words in 30 days, man.
Y'should do it.
Starting on November 1st, I will go insane. And very likely disappear from the Internet...except for this bit of Internet.
That's really all I had to say.
Except...
Not half an hour ago, someone came by my room and gave me a cookie. Chocolate Chip. And milk.
For no reason other than the fact that she really wanted to bake something.
I love college.
The cookie tasted delicious, by the way. So did the milk.
The feel of paper.
The smell of burning circuits as your brain fries itself due to looking at a computer screen on way too much caffeine for way too long.
Yes, children, nanowrimo is coming up.
And by nanowrimo, I mean the awesomest thing to come out of november ever including Marie Antoinette, Matthew MacConaughey, and Madame Curie combined.
50,000 words in 30 days, man.
Y'should do it.
Starting on November 1st, I will go insane. And very likely disappear from the Internet...except for this bit of Internet.
That's really all I had to say.
Except...
Not half an hour ago, someone came by my room and gave me a cookie. Chocolate Chip. And milk.
For no reason other than the fact that she really wanted to bake something.
I love college.
The cookie tasted delicious, by the way. So did the milk.
02 October 2010
Things That Suck
1. Trying to go to sleep at 7am and not being able to because the light is coming through your curtains.
2. Actually going to sleep at 7:30, despite not being tired at all
3. Waking up at 11:40 anyway.
4. Not knowing what day it is because you've been awake through so many midnights it really doesn't matter anymore
5. Knowing that your parents read this and will call you about it in about two or three days because they have dial-up.
6. Not actually remembering what you talked about last night, but seeing as you were doing so at about 4am, fairly sure that most of it was pure rubbish.
7. Being hungry...and not wanting to get out of your beanie bag chair. On the other hand, I still have my (unmoldy) bread. Yay PB&J!
8. Not really wanting to do anything, despite that fact that you still need to post flyers up for your club before Monday and do laundry and possibly dishes.
9. Not knowing where your keys, wallet, or hat are when you do wake up, because before you went to sleep, you somehow squirreled them away into your bag and then shoved the bag under your chair. (The keys and wallet I'm not surprised about. But I didn't even wear a hat last night.)
Yeah. I am now a college student.
And for your information, there was NO parties, NO alcohol. There was just conversation, video games and mountain dew. And Nutella. But that was later. There was also nanowrimo, but since I've been talking about that for the past thirty days...I don't think it counts as being out of the ordinary.
So yeah.
2. Actually going to sleep at 7:30, despite not being tired at all
3. Waking up at 11:40 anyway.
4. Not knowing what day it is because you've been awake through so many midnights it really doesn't matter anymore
5. Knowing that your parents read this and will call you about it in about two or three days because they have dial-up.
6. Not actually remembering what you talked about last night, but seeing as you were doing so at about 4am, fairly sure that most of it was pure rubbish.
7. Being hungry...and not wanting to get out of your beanie bag chair. On the other hand, I still have my (unmoldy) bread. Yay PB&J!
8. Not really wanting to do anything, despite that fact that you still need to post flyers up for your club before Monday and do laundry and possibly dishes.
9. Not knowing where your keys, wallet, or hat are when you do wake up, because before you went to sleep, you somehow squirreled them away into your bag and then shoved the bag under your chair. (The keys and wallet I'm not surprised about. But I didn't even wear a hat last night.)
Yeah. I am now a college student.
And for your information, there was NO parties, NO alcohol. There was just conversation, video games and mountain dew. And Nutella. But that was later. There was also nanowrimo, but since I've been talking about that for the past thirty days...I don't think it counts as being out of the ordinary.
So yeah.
30 September 2010
Ew Cooties
Ahem.
I would just like to say...
Some people are so sweet together it's sickening.
People such as:
My brother and his wife
My friend and her boyfriend
My cousin and his girlfriend
My parents, for chrissake
If this was in spring, you could mutter something sarcastic about how springtime affects everyone's brains and congeals them into a molten pile of mushy romantic...mush.
Except it isn't spring.
It's autumn.
I realize, of course, that this makes me quite the hypocrite, since I know that I have inflicted several people with gushy nonsense within the past two years.
I also don't care. As a great man once said... "My boat, My rules."
That said, here is a fun and completely unrelated picture for you.
I would just like to say...
Some people are so sweet together it's sickening.
People such as:
My brother and his wife
My friend and her boyfriend
My cousin and his girlfriend
My parents, for chrissake
If this was in spring, you could mutter something sarcastic about how springtime affects everyone's brains and congeals them into a molten pile of mushy romantic...mush.
Except it isn't spring.
It's autumn.
I realize, of course, that this makes me quite the hypocrite, since I know that I have inflicted several people with gushy nonsense within the past two years.
I also don't care. As a great man once said... "My boat, My rules."
That said, here is a fun and completely unrelated picture for you.
29 September 2010
Hi again.
I feel like I'm worrying people now, if the first thing they see is the "Creepy. As. Hell." disease post when they look at my blog.
I want them to be worried later on, when they can't escape.
...
It feels like the other post kind of did the trick, though. I can now address my followers and not just my follower.
That's right.
I can pluralize.
Thank you, my minions.
If you have not watched Rurouni Kenshin, I suggest you do. Along with the GetBackers. I know you can watch a lot of free anime here.
These are two really excellent animes. Even if you don't really like anime, you should like these.
I've been watching Rurouni Kenshin a lot lately, and as a result, all of my sketches have become littered with people holding swords in a threatening manner.
Really don't have a lot on my mind right now.
Besides saying thanks for following me.
:)
I want them to be worried later on, when they can't escape.
...
It feels like the other post kind of did the trick, though. I can now address my followers and not just my follower.
That's right.
I can pluralize.
Thank you, my minions.
If you have not watched Rurouni Kenshin, I suggest you do. Along with the GetBackers. I know you can watch a lot of free anime here.
These are two really excellent animes. Even if you don't really like anime, you should like these.
I've been watching Rurouni Kenshin a lot lately, and as a result, all of my sketches have become littered with people holding swords in a threatening manner.
Really don't have a lot on my mind right now.
Besides saying thanks for following me.
:)
28 September 2010
Creepy. As. Hell.
I was wandering around on the Internet today...and found this disease called "Fatal Familial Insomnia." And pardon my English, but this disease is just one of the most fucked up diseases of all time.
All right. I only found this today, so my understanding of this is not perfect. Feel free to research and correct me.
So what happens is that there are proteins, like, everywhere in your body, yeah? So there are proteins in your brain. These are prions. Well, what happens sometimes is that the proteins in your brain mutate. (The mutation is normally genetic, and 50%. If your mom had it but your dad didn't, you've got a fifty percent chance of getting this.)
Once this mutation happens, you are, essentially, dead man walking. The prions, essentially,eat the part of the brain that lets you sleep. Okay? So you have constant insomnia, until you die, which is in about nine months after total insomnia hits.
The bitch about this disease? You can't sleep through it. The lack of sleep gives you all sorts of issues. You lose control of autonomic systems - like sweating. Stuff you'd do normally.
But you are still awake. You know what's happening to you. You know you're going to die. You can talk to your family, despite the fact that you have not slept for nine months.
In my opinion, that's the most horrible fucking thing in the world. Fatality is 100% because once you've lost the ability to sleep, the little lizard in the back of your brain...you know, the one that says "breathe, sweat, eat, blink"...goes insane.
And you're awake to see it happen.
All right. I only found this today, so my understanding of this is not perfect. Feel free to research and correct me.
So what happens is that there are proteins, like, everywhere in your body, yeah? So there are proteins in your brain. These are prions. Well, what happens sometimes is that the proteins in your brain mutate. (The mutation is normally genetic, and 50%. If your mom had it but your dad didn't, you've got a fifty percent chance of getting this.)
Once this mutation happens, you are, essentially, dead man walking. The prions, essentially,eat the part of the brain that lets you sleep. Okay? So you have constant insomnia, until you die, which is in about nine months after total insomnia hits.
The bitch about this disease? You can't sleep through it. The lack of sleep gives you all sorts of issues. You lose control of autonomic systems - like sweating. Stuff you'd do normally.
But you are still awake. You know what's happening to you. You know you're going to die. You can talk to your family, despite the fact that you have not slept for nine months.
In my opinion, that's the most horrible fucking thing in the world. Fatality is 100% because once you've lost the ability to sleep, the little lizard in the back of your brain...you know, the one that says "breathe, sweat, eat, blink"...goes insane.
And you're awake to see it happen.
Bleh to Introspective
I wanted to write a post when I got on here...
Then my mind blanked. And then disconnected from my fingers and fine motor functions.
So I'm just going to write stuff that comes into my head.
Kay?
Kay.
Good.
(This is the good thing about running a dictatorship. The only person you have to agree with is yourself. If you don't have multiple personalities, you should be good.)
I'm kind of sad that I have only one follower right now. However, I am fairly sure that more people than one person read this at least semi-periodically...but still. The follow button is >that> way!
Now I sound whiny and not tough. *sigh*
Oh well. I knew it was only a matter of time before my clever disguise of awesomeness slipped and I would be revealed for the crazy lunatic that I am.
I just didn't expect it would come this soon.
*obviously employing heavy use of sarcasm*
Hmmmm...
On a more serious note...
I'm also really pleased at the fact that some of my friends (who shall go nameless, but know who they are if they read this) have been experiencing either relationship success or easy contentment with the way single life is going after several years of crap that they are far too nice and patient and wonderful to have put up with for so long.
It gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest. Of course that could also be indigestion.
My own life is starting to settle again, after the initial craziness of moving into college.
I have many old and new friends...which is cool, and still gives me a surprise when I think about it.
I've had so many years of thinking of myself as an outsider, a lone wolf...that when I actually look around at the friends that have surrounded me...I can only wonder at their patience for dealing with my ego, oddness, and misplaced humor for so long.
And then I remember - they are every bit as odd as I am.
There are very few people (in my opinion) who are as blessed as I am with the sheer awesomeness of their friends.
I started a club - a creative writing club - and I have high hopes.
For the past year...and the first time in a long while...I've been on really good terms with both my siblings and my parents...
And my grandfather called me last night.
So I'm in a good place right now.
Possibly one of the best places I've been in a long while.
I'm going to go make popcorn and edit the spelling on my previous posts now...
Then my mind blanked. And then disconnected from my fingers and fine motor functions.
So I'm just going to write stuff that comes into my head.
Kay?
Kay.
Good.
(This is the good thing about running a dictatorship. The only person you have to agree with is yourself. If you don't have multiple personalities, you should be good.)
I'm kind of sad that I have only one follower right now. However, I am fairly sure that more people than one person read this at least semi-periodically...but still. The follow button is >that> way!
Now I sound whiny and not tough. *sigh*
Oh well. I knew it was only a matter of time before my clever disguise of awesomeness slipped and I would be revealed for the crazy lunatic that I am.
I just didn't expect it would come this soon.
*obviously employing heavy use of sarcasm*
Hmmmm...
On a more serious note...
I'm also really pleased at the fact that some of my friends (who shall go nameless, but know who they are if they read this) have been experiencing either relationship success or easy contentment with the way single life is going after several years of crap that they are far too nice and patient and wonderful to have put up with for so long.
It gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest. Of course that could also be indigestion.
My own life is starting to settle again, after the initial craziness of moving into college.
I have many old and new friends...which is cool, and still gives me a surprise when I think about it.
I've had so many years of thinking of myself as an outsider, a lone wolf...that when I actually look around at the friends that have surrounded me...I can only wonder at their patience for dealing with my ego, oddness, and misplaced humor for so long.
And then I remember - they are every bit as odd as I am.
There are very few people (in my opinion) who are as blessed as I am with the sheer awesomeness of their friends.
I started a club - a creative writing club - and I have high hopes.
For the past year...and the first time in a long while...I've been on really good terms with both my siblings and my parents...
And my grandfather called me last night.
So I'm in a good place right now.
Possibly one of the best places I've been in a long while.
I'm going to go make popcorn and edit the spelling on my previous posts now...
27 September 2010
Promises....
As I've said before, I write stuff.
And a friend of mine (Anna's Blog) asked me recently if I could post one of my stories up here.
So I will.
That said, if I am gracing you (the general public) with my hard work, you (the general public) will not steal my stuff or I (the author) will be pissed and stop posting stories so that you (the general public) will be deprived of my magnificence.
Got that?
Awesome.
I will also say that these stories are almost definitely NOT autobiographical.
This particular story was one that I wrote, almost in its entirety, during Nanowrimo last year.
Dreamer
Chapter 1:
Dreaming…
Except he wasn’t, was he? His previous dreams were terrifying, filled with violence and terror, and he could always smell the sickening coppery tang of blood.
So dreaming wasn’t an option. But, still, there was that sense of disconnection from life, as though it wasn’t real. He struggled for memories, possible explanations to this discrepancy.
Nothing.
His heart hammered in his chest. Just a few times, just enough to bring his thoughts out of himself and the terrifyingly blank void inside his head.
He was standing outside of a door, one with wood paneling. The porch that he was standing on was made of a darker, probably stained wood that blended in well with the night.
His hand was in his coat pocket.
In the pocket, there was a gun.
He could recognize the feel of the cold, cold metal easily, which led him to believe that it was his own.
It had not been fired yet.
The information rose to the surface of his mind slowly, and the word “yet” worried him.
A voice spoke into his ear, and he jumped. “Target is coming to the front door. Over.” It was tinny, and echoed in his ear. He reached up to his ear with the hand that didn’t have the gun.
He couldn’t. He could feel the hand; feel how it rested against his jeans.
But he couldn’t move it.
He tried to move his other hand, to move it away from the gun.
He couldn’t move it.
His heart started to hammer again, and he tried, desperately, to move any limb.
But he remained, standing casually (at ease, his brain supplied) by the door, his left hand in a pocket with a gun inside. His mind gave him an answer – that he was still dreaming – that this was just a more sophisticated, horrible dream than he’d had before.
But in his heart, he knew the truth.
The door opened.
The voice in his ear came to life again. “Now.” And his hand began moving of its own will. He tried to stop its upward motion, tried to stop the easy movement of the gun upwards…
And couldn’t.
Something of his desperation must have been reflected in his eyes, because the small, pretty woman who had opened the door had paused midway through her greeting, confusion showing on her face.
And then she saw the gun.
She started to close the door, but his trigger finger tightened, and the gun went off.
He fell back into his own mind in self-defense of what he had done – what he could not prevent – into dreaming and darkness.
And a friend of mine (Anna's Blog) asked me recently if I could post one of my stories up here.
So I will.
That said, if I am gracing you (the general public) with my hard work, you (the general public) will not steal my stuff or I (the author) will be pissed and stop posting stories so that you (the general public) will be deprived of my magnificence.
Got that?
Awesome.
I will also say that these stories are almost definitely NOT autobiographical.
This particular story was one that I wrote, almost in its entirety, during Nanowrimo last year.
Dreamer
Chapter 1:
Dreaming…
Except he wasn’t, was he? His previous dreams were terrifying, filled with violence and terror, and he could always smell the sickening coppery tang of blood.
So dreaming wasn’t an option. But, still, there was that sense of disconnection from life, as though it wasn’t real. He struggled for memories, possible explanations to this discrepancy.
Nothing.
His heart hammered in his chest. Just a few times, just enough to bring his thoughts out of himself and the terrifyingly blank void inside his head.
He was standing outside of a door, one with wood paneling. The porch that he was standing on was made of a darker, probably stained wood that blended in well with the night.
His hand was in his coat pocket.
In the pocket, there was a gun.
He could recognize the feel of the cold, cold metal easily, which led him to believe that it was his own.
It had not been fired yet.
The information rose to the surface of his mind slowly, and the word “yet” worried him.
A voice spoke into his ear, and he jumped. “Target is coming to the front door. Over.” It was tinny, and echoed in his ear. He reached up to his ear with the hand that didn’t have the gun.
He couldn’t. He could feel the hand; feel how it rested against his jeans.
But he couldn’t move it.
He tried to move his other hand, to move it away from the gun.
He couldn’t move it.
His heart started to hammer again, and he tried, desperately, to move any limb.
But he remained, standing casually (at ease, his brain supplied) by the door, his left hand in a pocket with a gun inside. His mind gave him an answer – that he was still dreaming – that this was just a more sophisticated, horrible dream than he’d had before.
But in his heart, he knew the truth.
The door opened.
The voice in his ear came to life again. “Now.” And his hand began moving of its own will. He tried to stop its upward motion, tried to stop the easy movement of the gun upwards…
And couldn’t.
Something of his desperation must have been reflected in his eyes, because the small, pretty woman who had opened the door had paused midway through her greeting, confusion showing on her face.
And then she saw the gun.
She started to close the door, but his trigger finger tightened, and the gun went off.
He fell back into his own mind in self-defense of what he had done – what he could not prevent – into dreaming and darkness.
26 September 2010
Moldy Bread
Just so you know. This is NOT an autobiographical comic. However, I WAS getting some bread out of the fridge today for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And I'm used to Krista's Kitchen bread, which is made without preservatives. And I've had this bread in my fridge since the beginning of school two months ago, so I'm wondering..."Just what IS the expiration date on this?"
(I never did get around to finding out.)
But after I wonder that, I wonder, "What WOULD I do if this bread was a little moldy?"
And at this point, I REALLY want a sandwich.
The bread wasn't moldy, by the way. But...if the bread had been moldy...I have a feeling I would have cut out the mold at least...but I would have eaten the bread.
If my parents read this, I'm sorry. I apparently learned nothing about nutrition. But at least I take my PB&Js really seriously.
20 September 2010
Bikes = Cool
A week or so ago, I really wanted to eat breakfast.
Some background - Usually I don't eat breakfast. I skip it. Don't do this. By college, make sure that you have a well-regimented eating schedule so that your stomach DOESN'T growl during class, or so that you DON'T wake up at 3 am craving steak. To the three people who actually do this - Good Job! To everyone else - Congratulations. You are sane.
Unfortunately, when I want to eat breakfast, sometimes I wake up too late to do anything except wave at it on my way out of the door.
But I REALLY wanted to eat breakfast.
So I ate breakfast, looked at the clock (9:55. My class was at 10:00.) but I didn't swear. I kind of went "Meh."
That is because I own a bike.
It is an awesome bike. It's a blue Schwinn, and has a purple sparkly banana seat that cost about 20 bucks to put on.
It got me to class in about two minutes.
So. Bikes are cool and you should get one.
Especially if you're in college.
Some background - Usually I don't eat breakfast. I skip it. Don't do this. By college, make sure that you have a well-regimented eating schedule so that your stomach DOESN'T growl during class, or so that you DON'T wake up at 3 am craving steak. To the three people who actually do this - Good Job! To everyone else - Congratulations. You are sane.
Unfortunately, when I want to eat breakfast, sometimes I wake up too late to do anything except wave at it on my way out of the door.
But I REALLY wanted to eat breakfast.
So I ate breakfast, looked at the clock (9:55. My class was at 10:00.) but I didn't swear. I kind of went "Meh."
That is because I own a bike.
It is an awesome bike. It's a blue Schwinn, and has a purple sparkly banana seat that cost about 20 bucks to put on.
It got me to class in about two minutes.
So. Bikes are cool and you should get one.
Especially if you're in college.
18 September 2010
Heh.
I write stuff.
(To which you, say, "Duh, you're writing this right now. How dumb do you think I am?" To which I say, "There's 'Gullible' written at the bottom of this post, jerk." and then you insult my mother, and I insult your father's sexual preferences, and you make fun of my hair, so I challenge you to a cheerleading competition where my group of plucky, honest cheerleaders triumph over your group of clingy, manipulative cheerleaders but try to be really nice to you afterwards even though during the competition we all somehow manage to steal your boyfriends and possibly get married to them too and we make you come to our weddings and wear horrible looking theme dresses and....okay. A little off subject. Also a paragraph-long sentence.)
But I write things that aren't for class or blogdom. These things are many and various, and if you ask to read them, I will feel insecure and say, "Well, it isn't finished yet" and you will say "I want to read it anyway" and I will lend it to you.
Then you'll return it three weeks later, smelly and ripped and covered in coffee stains.
Then I will feel sad. (These things have happened to my drafts. Just not all at once.)
I will feel happy when I look through it and find out that you wrote COMMENTS! because that showed you realy did read it and want to better my writing instead of leaving it at the bottom of your locker (or backpack or shoe) for three weeks and just now decided you'd had it for WAY too long.
Then I will feel sad again when these comments say shit like "u shud totally put cooler stuff in this" and "this is irritating" and "OMG I TOTALLY DIDN'T REALIZE THAT CHARACTER X WAS NOT A GUY AND I THOUGHT THIS WAS YAOI FANFIC EVEN THOUGH YOU CALLED HER 'ANNABEL' TWENTY TIMES IN THE FIRST THREE PAGES." (The last comment has never happened. Thank God. But it's a fear I have.)
Looking back on this, you can deduce that I'm apparently really insecure about other people reading my stuff, which begs the question of why I have a blog. On the Internet. Population of more than several MILLION. You can also deduce that I really suck at getting to the point.
The point was that when I write stuff, sometimes I'll decide to refer to something that I don't know much about, and then I'll spend three hours researching it, learn EVERYTHING about it...and later decide that the wording didn't work for the situation and delete the sentence and the concept forever.
On the other hand, I'm a virtual fount of information about stuff you never really cared about in the first place.
But I think it's funny.
So yeah.
(P.S. Gullible)
(To which you, say, "Duh, you're writing this right now. How dumb do you think I am?" To which I say, "There's 'Gullible' written at the bottom of this post, jerk." and then you insult my mother, and I insult your father's sexual preferences, and you make fun of my hair, so I challenge you to a cheerleading competition where my group of plucky, honest cheerleaders triumph over your group of clingy, manipulative cheerleaders but try to be really nice to you afterwards even though during the competition we all somehow manage to steal your boyfriends and possibly get married to them too and we make you come to our weddings and wear horrible looking theme dresses and....okay. A little off subject. Also a paragraph-long sentence.)
But I write things that aren't for class or blogdom. These things are many and various, and if you ask to read them, I will feel insecure and say, "Well, it isn't finished yet" and you will say "I want to read it anyway" and I will lend it to you.
Then you'll return it three weeks later, smelly and ripped and covered in coffee stains.
Then I will feel sad. (These things have happened to my drafts. Just not all at once.)
I will feel happy when I look through it and find out that you wrote COMMENTS! because that showed you realy did read it and want to better my writing instead of leaving it at the bottom of your locker (or backpack or shoe) for three weeks and just now decided you'd had it for WAY too long.
Then I will feel sad again when these comments say shit like "u shud totally put cooler stuff in this" and "this is irritating" and "OMG I TOTALLY DIDN'T REALIZE THAT CHARACTER X WAS NOT A GUY AND I THOUGHT THIS WAS YAOI FANFIC EVEN THOUGH YOU CALLED HER 'ANNABEL' TWENTY TIMES IN THE FIRST THREE PAGES." (The last comment has never happened. Thank God. But it's a fear I have.)
Looking back on this, you can deduce that I'm apparently really insecure about other people reading my stuff, which begs the question of why I have a blog. On the Internet. Population of more than several MILLION. You can also deduce that I really suck at getting to the point.
The point was that when I write stuff, sometimes I'll decide to refer to something that I don't know much about, and then I'll spend three hours researching it, learn EVERYTHING about it...and later decide that the wording didn't work for the situation and delete the sentence and the concept forever.
On the other hand, I'm a virtual fount of information about stuff you never really cared about in the first place.
But I think it's funny.
So yeah.
(P.S. Gullible)
17 September 2010
Pheh.
I usually don't have much to say.
When I do, it's nice to have this so I can get my opinion out to my loyal fan.
When I don't, you will notice such posts will be titled by things like, "Meh" or "Pheh" or funny variations of the word.
Just so you know.
At the moment I think I may have a problem.
Back home we have dial-up. And a library with a really crappy Internet connection.
Therefore I'm not actually on the Internet for any period of time.
Here, we have Excellent internet connections.
Therefore I may be addicted to webcomics and facebook.
On that note, these are webcomics I think are really good.
One or two of these will be repeats of webcomics I recommended earlier on in the year; this just means that you should REALLY read them. Or that I'm just too lazy to go back and actually read anything I've written.
Questionable Content
Earthsong
Catalyst
Special School
dream*scar
Mac Hall
Sunset Grill
True Magic
Torch
Planes of Eldlor
Winters in Lavelle
Ctrl+Alt+Del
Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire
Goblins
Finder's Keepers
Fey Winds
I hope these links have worked out. Comment me if they don't.
Comment me if they do.
Since I usually don't have much to talk about...I'll just pick one of these up if I'm feeling guilty about not posting for a while and post stuff about it - why I like it, why you should read it, blah blah blah.
They are wonderfulses.
Speaking of which...
Selkie
Fun grammar.
Edit: I've apparently not been guilty enough to discuss these. And my list has trebled.
When I do, it's nice to have this so I can get my opinion out to my loyal fan.
When I don't, you will notice such posts will be titled by things like, "Meh" or "Pheh" or funny variations of the word.
Just so you know.
At the moment I think I may have a problem.
Back home we have dial-up. And a library with a really crappy Internet connection.
Therefore I'm not actually on the Internet for any period of time.
Here, we have Excellent internet connections.
Therefore I may be addicted to webcomics and facebook.
On that note, these are webcomics I think are really good.
One or two of these will be repeats of webcomics I recommended earlier on in the year; this just means that you should REALLY read them. Or that I'm just too lazy to go back and actually read anything I've written.
Questionable Content
Earthsong
Catalyst
Special School
dream*scar
Mac Hall
Sunset Grill
True Magic
Torch
Planes of Eldlor
Winters in Lavelle
Ctrl+Alt+Del
Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire
Goblins
Finder's Keepers
Fey Winds
I hope these links have worked out. Comment me if they don't.
Comment me if they do.
Since I usually don't have much to talk about...I'll just pick one of these up if I'm feeling guilty about not posting for a while and post stuff about it - why I like it, why you should read it, blah blah blah.
They are wonderfulses.
Speaking of which...
Selkie
Fun grammar.
Edit: I've apparently not been guilty enough to discuss these. And my list has trebled.
15 September 2010
Receipts and other insanity
I'm in college now. A month or something. Yay me.
I didn't post about it because I forgot I had a blog in the insanity that was happening at the time...
Although the UND Hall Orientation Team rocks. We drove in, worried about how we were going to get all this stuff into my room...
And, swear to whatever god you wish, twelve H.O.T. members descended upon us.
So I like them now.
My classes are good.
Technically I only have two, but one of them is four-in-one, which is a good deal.
I should technically be doing my homework in that right now, but...
Homework vs. playing on the Internet.
Guess who wins.
We went to the bookstore to get my books. Got one I really didn't need, but didn't notice until much later.
Parents went home.
I lost the receipt.
*THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT*
*DON'T LOSE THE RECEIPT*
*KEEP THE RECEIPTS. ALL OF THEM. EVEN THE ONE YOU GOT WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK AND BOUGHT A GUMBY DOLL WITH THE SPARE CHANGE YOU FOUND UNDER YOUR ROOMMATE'S BED.*
*THANK YOU FOR LISTENING*
So I couldn't return the book. Which is called Careers in Criminal Justice and Related Fields, by the way. For those of you who are interested.
Also, these books were rented. This means that at the end of the year you must return them or you have to pay the full amount.
These books normally cost about 200 - 300 dollars.
Renting? Costs about 25.
Get my concern?
So I fired off an email to the bookstore people, asking if there was any way they could help, blah blah blah, feel like a moron, blah blah blah, please reply, thank you, bye.
Never returned the email.
Ever.
This was last month.
I didn't even get a form letter that said,
Yes, you ARE a moron. Pay the full price.
Sincerely, us.
So yesterday I sent off another one.
A little less apologetic, because I was slightly ticked at them for not reading their mail and really ticked at myself for losing the receipt. Gave them ALL the contact information that I've ever had.
Today I found the receipt.
It was in the middle drawer of my desk. Next to the broken scissors I need to replace, the spare batteries, the headphones, the sewing kit, and the calculator.
Of course I would never look there. *rolls eyes*
So yay!
Also
Dear UND Bookstore:
I'm sorry.
But you should check your mail more often.
Sincerely,
Me
Now I'm gonna go and return my book. And get money.
And stuff.
Books you should read...
Name of the Wind.
by Patrick Rothfuss.
He has a blog. (http://blog.patrickrothfuss.com/)
It's awesome.
Read it.
I didn't post about it because I forgot I had a blog in the insanity that was happening at the time...
Although the UND Hall Orientation Team rocks. We drove in, worried about how we were going to get all this stuff into my room...
And, swear to whatever god you wish, twelve H.O.T. members descended upon us.
So I like them now.
My classes are good.
Technically I only have two, but one of them is four-in-one, which is a good deal.
I should technically be doing my homework in that right now, but...
Homework vs. playing on the Internet.
Guess who wins.
We went to the bookstore to get my books. Got one I really didn't need, but didn't notice until much later.
Parents went home.
I lost the receipt.
*THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT*
*DON'T LOSE THE RECEIPT*
*KEEP THE RECEIPTS. ALL OF THEM. EVEN THE ONE YOU GOT WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK AND BOUGHT A GUMBY DOLL WITH THE SPARE CHANGE YOU FOUND UNDER YOUR ROOMMATE'S BED.*
*THANK YOU FOR LISTENING*
So I couldn't return the book. Which is called Careers in Criminal Justice and Related Fields, by the way. For those of you who are interested.
Also, these books were rented. This means that at the end of the year you must return them or you have to pay the full amount.
These books normally cost about 200 - 300 dollars.
Renting? Costs about 25.
Get my concern?
So I fired off an email to the bookstore people, asking if there was any way they could help, blah blah blah, feel like a moron, blah blah blah, please reply, thank you, bye.
Never returned the email.
Ever.
This was last month.
I didn't even get a form letter that said,
Yes, you ARE a moron. Pay the full price.
Sincerely, us.
So yesterday I sent off another one.
A little less apologetic, because I was slightly ticked at them for not reading their mail and really ticked at myself for losing the receipt. Gave them ALL the contact information that I've ever had.
Today I found the receipt.
It was in the middle drawer of my desk. Next to the broken scissors I need to replace, the spare batteries, the headphones, the sewing kit, and the calculator.
Of course I would never look there. *rolls eyes*
So yay!
Also
Dear UND Bookstore:
I'm sorry.
But you should check your mail more often.
Sincerely,
Me
Now I'm gonna go and return my book. And get money.
And stuff.
Books you should read...
Name of the Wind.
by Patrick Rothfuss.
He has a blog. (http://blog.patrickrothfuss.com/)
It's awesome.
Read it.
26 June 2010
Frank
Donnie Darko is a cool movie.
One of my very cool friends has it on her laptop, and i am ostensibly supposed to be watching it right now.
But i haven't worked on my blog for weeks....
so two birds, one stone, blah blah blah...
And first I would like to say: That demonic bunny rabbit is very freaking terrifying. I mean, you know Anya from Buffy? and how rabbits scare her? If Anya watched Donnie Darko, Xander would find her gibbering with terror in a corner three weeks later.
But i hear that there's a sequel. about his little sister. Which i now need to watch.
One of my very cool friends has it on her laptop, and i am ostensibly supposed to be watching it right now.
But i haven't worked on my blog for weeks....
so two birds, one stone, blah blah blah...
And first I would like to say: That demonic bunny rabbit is very freaking terrifying. I mean, you know Anya from Buffy? and how rabbits scare her? If Anya watched Donnie Darko, Xander would find her gibbering with terror in a corner three weeks later.
But i hear that there's a sequel. about his little sister. Which i now need to watch.
01 May 2010
Discrimination
I feel that I shouldn't have to tell people that I'm pretty much a liberal. mostly. At any rate, I definitely lean left.
Just saying.
If that somehow offends you, then I worry for the future, I really do.
Anyway, I was on facebook, and there's a group on there called "some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them" that I like because they post very cool quotes and sayings that are fun. So today - or yesterday - I forget, they had a link to another group called "Shut down FB accounts of homophobes and racists," which I don't really agree with, because you've got to let opponents get their ideas out there, because of...
1.) Free speech and
2.) If you shut them down, you're guilty of discrimination, and then more people will go to the opponent's side, because they're the underdogs and
3.) If they get their ideas out there, then hopefully more people will realize what total jerks they actually are.
But yeah.
So the comments on that - most of which I DID agree with and like - included this choice morsel...with which, obviously, I didn't:
-well God created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve...and try as I may not to be...I know I can be a racist....a true racist I can agree they are a waste of skin....-
Do you understand my frustration?
I actually did a really huge paper on this for class once. Don't remember what grade I got on it, but it was a good paper. I thought so, anyway. But I have a great pastor at my church (United Methodist, by the way) who gave me one or two of the following points.
My argument:
Oh my god. That's one of the most irritating arguments out there. 1.) Only works on christians. 2.) There are at least two cases of same-sex relationships in the Bible. and no one gets smited. (Naomi and Ruth? Jonathan and David?) 3.) Also...IF god created adam and eve, he also doesn't like divorce. If we keep marriage "sacred" then divorce should be illegal. try getting THAT through congress. 4.) Do the words "love your neighbor" ring a bell? 5.) All of the bits in the Bible that are versus same-sex relationships...or that people USE against same-sex marriages are in the same section where we stone adulterers. And burn witches. I imagine the Wicca groups in the country would love that.
...
But really. Did you know that what Ruth tells Naomi is used in weddings today?
"Ruth says, "Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The LORD do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me." (Ruth 1:16-17 NKJV)" --http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Ruth
Also - Further pointage...
There are TWO separate chapters of Genesis' beginnings story. One is where God creates Adam and Eve to procreate and multiply and etc. (Which is a definite problem right now, what with overpopulation. And The Catholic Church just sent India hurtling back into the dark ages by forbidding the teaching of birth control, which means that India's strained resources are even more strained. Thanks much, Bible)
The second is where God creates them to be "companions for each other". (This really gets to me in the series The Last Herald-Mage of Valdemar, by Mercedes Lackey (http://www.mercedeslackey.com/) You should read them.)
Also, I have always been a strong believer in the idea that you should leave people's lives ALONE.
More on this next post.
(EDITED: I never actually wrote about this. I have no idea why not. I think I was going to say something flammatory about abortion...but I can't remember.)
So yeah.
Officially sick of discrimination.
Just saying.
If that somehow offends you, then I worry for the future, I really do.
Anyway, I was on facebook, and there's a group on there called "some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them" that I like because they post very cool quotes and sayings that are fun. So today - or yesterday - I forget, they had a link to another group called "Shut down FB accounts of homophobes and racists," which I don't really agree with, because you've got to let opponents get their ideas out there, because of...
1.) Free speech and
2.) If you shut them down, you're guilty of discrimination, and then more people will go to the opponent's side, because they're the underdogs and
3.) If they get their ideas out there, then hopefully more people will realize what total jerks they actually are.
But yeah.
So the comments on that - most of which I DID agree with and like - included this choice morsel...with which, obviously, I didn't:
-well God created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve...and try as I may not to be...I know I can be a racist....a true racist I can agree they are a waste of skin....-
Do you understand my frustration?
I actually did a really huge paper on this for class once. Don't remember what grade I got on it, but it was a good paper. I thought so, anyway. But I have a great pastor at my church (United Methodist, by the way) who gave me one or two of the following points.
My argument:
Oh my god. That's one of the most irritating arguments out there. 1.) Only works on christians. 2.) There are at least two cases of same-sex relationships in the Bible. and no one gets smited. (Naomi and Ruth? Jonathan and David?) 3.) Also...IF god created adam and eve, he also doesn't like divorce. If we keep marriage "sacred" then divorce should be illegal. try getting THAT through congress. 4.) Do the words "love your neighbor" ring a bell? 5.) All of the bits in the Bible that are versus same-sex relationships...or that people USE against same-sex marriages are in the same section where we stone adulterers. And burn witches. I imagine the Wicca groups in the country would love that.
...
But really. Did you know that what Ruth tells Naomi is used in weddings today?
"Ruth says, "Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The LORD do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me." (Ruth 1:16-17 NKJV)" --http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Ruth
Also - Further pointage...
There are TWO separate chapters of Genesis' beginnings story. One is where God creates Adam and Eve to procreate and multiply and etc. (Which is a definite problem right now, what with overpopulation. And The Catholic Church just sent India hurtling back into the dark ages by forbidding the teaching of birth control, which means that India's strained resources are even more strained. Thanks much, Bible)
The second is where God creates them to be "companions for each other". (This really gets to me in the series The Last Herald-Mage of Valdemar, by Mercedes Lackey (http://www.mercedeslackey.com/) You should read them.)
Also, I have always been a strong believer in the idea that you should leave people's lives ALONE.
More on this next post.
(EDITED: I never actually wrote about this. I have no idea why not. I think I was going to say something flammatory about abortion...but I can't remember.)
So yeah.
Officially sick of discrimination.
26 April 2010
Meh.
Hi.
I'm trying to cut down on swearing.
It's mostly been working, since you should have heard me back in ninth grade. I sounded like I lived...somewhere that people swore a lot. Um...yeah.
Anyway, I've been trying to cheat through this by either swearing in other languages that no one else understands (Russian, Polish, Yiddish, and Dark Elven - I can't use Spanish since everyone else in my school - possibly including the teachers - knows all of the Spanish curse words.)
But lately I've felt guilty about this, so I really AM trying to cut down on the actual "bad words." In respect to friends and family and possibly the general public, even though I don't really care about the general public unless it is thinking about giving me a job.
That was a really meandering sentence.
But in my quest to cut down on swear words, I keep coming up with the STRANGEST phrases ever.
For instance - today, while trying to get on facebook with my (unfortunately) dial-up connection, loading was taking forever. Then the battery died. Then I had to reload and restart and all the computer doohickey stuff that other people know about, I'm sure, and after I finally got back ON facebook, and was doing vaguely useful stuff, the computer suddenly slo...w...e...d......d...o...w...n....
and I say this: Jesus, Lord of fishes and little idiots, will you WORK!
Then I nearly fell off my chair laughing.
I'm trying to cut down on swearing.
It's mostly been working, since you should have heard me back in ninth grade. I sounded like I lived...somewhere that people swore a lot. Um...yeah.
Anyway, I've been trying to cheat through this by either swearing in other languages that no one else understands (Russian, Polish, Yiddish, and Dark Elven - I can't use Spanish since everyone else in my school - possibly including the teachers - knows all of the Spanish curse words.)
But lately I've felt guilty about this, so I really AM trying to cut down on the actual "bad words." In respect to friends and family and possibly the general public, even though I don't really care about the general public unless it is thinking about giving me a job.
That was a really meandering sentence.
But in my quest to cut down on swear words, I keep coming up with the STRANGEST phrases ever.
For instance - today, while trying to get on facebook with my (unfortunately) dial-up connection, loading was taking forever. Then the battery died. Then I had to reload and restart and all the computer doohickey stuff that other people know about, I'm sure, and after I finally got back ON facebook, and was doing vaguely useful stuff, the computer suddenly slo...w...e...d......d...o...w...n....
and I say this: Jesus, Lord of fishes and little idiots, will you WORK!
Then I nearly fell off my chair laughing.
25 April 2010
Hi, world.
So my dad just came over, stopped in front of my big, cushy chair, and opened the laptop wider so he could see what was on the screen. Then he left the room.
No idea what that was about.
Anyway, just so you know, I'm probably not going to update every day. I'm in school. I have twenty-four days left of school, to be precise, and then I'm hoping I have work, because if I don't, the world will be a slightly more penniless and broke place for me.
That said, I don't plan on apologizing every time I'm a few days late. I have to apologize to my teachers and my parents alike for being late or insufficient, and this little blog is my little world. I've seen too many blogs where the authors start trying to pander to what they think everyone else wants, and in most cases, it has not turned out well.
On the other hand, I've seen blogs where the author has been a cold, arrogant, and callous jerk, and...
Oh wait, this is America. The cold arrogant callous jerks find that their readers triple within a month.
But I digress...and horribly so. here I was trying to say one thing, and it's turned into a social commentary.
So. I shall be a wise dictator on this blog. If you comment, I shall read your comments/suggestions. I will do a happy dance that you read my blog. I will take them under advisement. I may also choose not to anything about them whatsoever.
Huh. I've always wanted to be ruler of the world.
So I burned my tongue today. I was drinking really, really hot tea that I got from Kwik Trip, and I drank it and...
YELP!
So now my tongue is all scrapey and kind of hurts. Weirdly enough, when you drink hot stuff, your tongue hurts but your throat - or mouth - or lips don't. Maybe it's decreased nerve sensitivity. Huh.
Then I was talking on facebook to a friend, and SHE said that SHE had burned her tongue - on cappuccino today. The event was marked upon her idiot list. Don't ask. *grin*
Well, this week I've been enjoying a wonderful relationship with webcomics...
namely:
Dominic deegan : oracle for hire
Comedity 2.0
and
Finder's keepers.
I also finished the two Abarat books (by Clive Barker - great author) that I know of... and read this really nice duet called... Dreamhunter by Elizabeth Knox. I think.
I just took them back to the library.
Those were good books...
Yeah. Dreamhunter and Dreamquake by Elizabeth Knox
They were kind of Garth Nix - y...with cool twists.
So my dad just came over, stopped in front of my big, cushy chair, and opened the laptop wider so he could see what was on the screen. Then he left the room.
No idea what that was about.
Anyway, just so you know, I'm probably not going to update every day. I'm in school. I have twenty-four days left of school, to be precise, and then I'm hoping I have work, because if I don't, the world will be a slightly more penniless and broke place for me.
That said, I don't plan on apologizing every time I'm a few days late. I have to apologize to my teachers and my parents alike for being late or insufficient, and this little blog is my little world. I've seen too many blogs where the authors start trying to pander to what they think everyone else wants, and in most cases, it has not turned out well.
On the other hand, I've seen blogs where the author has been a cold, arrogant, and callous jerk, and...
Oh wait, this is America. The cold arrogant callous jerks find that their readers triple within a month.
But I digress...and horribly so. here I was trying to say one thing, and it's turned into a social commentary.
So. I shall be a wise dictator on this blog. If you comment, I shall read your comments/suggestions. I will do a happy dance that you read my blog. I will take them under advisement. I may also choose not to anything about them whatsoever.
Huh. I've always wanted to be ruler of the world.
So I burned my tongue today. I was drinking really, really hot tea that I got from Kwik Trip, and I drank it and...
YELP!
So now my tongue is all scrapey and kind of hurts. Weirdly enough, when you drink hot stuff, your tongue hurts but your throat - or mouth - or lips don't. Maybe it's decreased nerve sensitivity. Huh.
Then I was talking on facebook to a friend, and SHE said that SHE had burned her tongue - on cappuccino today. The event was marked upon her idiot list. Don't ask. *grin*
Well, this week I've been enjoying a wonderful relationship with webcomics...
namely:
Dominic deegan : oracle for hire
Comedity 2.0
and
Finder's keepers.
I also finished the two Abarat books (by Clive Barker - great author) that I know of... and read this really nice duet called... Dreamhunter by Elizabeth Knox. I think.
I just took them back to the library.
Those were good books...
Yeah. Dreamhunter and Dreamquake by Elizabeth Knox
They were kind of Garth Nix - y...with cool twists.
23 April 2010
Beginnings and definitions
I decided to start a blog because it's a global world out there, and most of that globe is on the internet. So. Here I am too. Hi, world.
I want to get my opinions, rants, and just plain wierd thoughts out there so that my friends can read them, my family can read them, and people who are entirely unknown to me can read them.
Also, I like blogs. I like reading them almost as much as I like reading books and webcomics.
Blah blah blah.
That's over then.
I want to get my opinions, rants, and just plain wierd thoughts out there so that my friends can read them, my family can read them, and people who are entirely unknown to me can read them.
Also, I like blogs. I like reading them almost as much as I like reading books and webcomics.
Blah blah blah.
That's over then.
So this blog is called Points of Pique, which I mainly chose because it had something to do with my email, which I mainly chose because it sounded cool and no one else had it. And then some time ago (last night) I decided to look it up on dictionary.com, which is a very cool website. I have successfully argued the spelling and definition of several words thanks to this website. And yes, I'm anal like that. When bored enough, I will organize my pencils by size. Don't ask.
So - definitions as according to dictionary.com of pique:
verb,piqued, piqu·ing, noun
–verb (used with object)
1. to affect with sharp irritation and resentment, esp. by some wound to pride: She was greatly piqued when they refused her invitation.
2. to wound (the pride, vanity, etc.).
3. to excite (interest, curiosity, etc.): Her curiosity was piqued by the gossip.
4. to arouse an emotion or provoke to action: to pique someone to answer a challenge.
5. Archaic. to pride (oneself) (usually fol. by on or upon).
–verb (used without object)
6. to arouse pique in someone: an action that piqued when it was meant to soothe.
–noun
7. a feeling of irritation or resentment, as from a wound to pride or self-esteem: to be in a pique.
8. Obsolete. a state of irritated feeling between persons.
There were other definitions...like embroidery and ballet moves - but this blog isn't really about needles or toe-touches, is it?
I hope not.
And if you really want to know the rest of the meanings, you have a computer and (hopefully) fingers. Use them!
Anyway... these definitions actually make a lot of sense. Pique can mean irritated, ticked off, called to action and/or arousing curiousity. In which case i chose the right words for this.
Not to say, of course, that every blog will be sharp, witty, irritating or curious. But I have high hopes that most of them will be.
I like reading - books and webcomics and other blogs - so sometimes I'll talk about that.
I've always been a fan of comments - in fact, most of the reasons that previous projects have self-destructed has been a lack of support - from both myself and other people, so feel free to leave comments. But if you have a question, remember that I am still in school.
School = teachers. teachers = coolness, smartness, and, among other things, homework. Homework = progressively less free time. I can only procrastinate so long before my parents carry me, kicking and screaming, away from the computer to lay my nose down upon the grindstone. Heh.
At any rate, i believe that this post is quite long enough, so hail to thee, Ankh-Morpork and adios.
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