Take a bath and read until 5:30pmWrite main essay for Penn from about 6pm to 8:30pm (pushed back)Eat dinnerWrite second essay used for Penn and Chapel from 9 to 10:30pm- Relax and read more while listening to music. You deserve it.
12.31.2009
12.31.09 To Do List
Year 2010
For years I've heard that I was the class of 2010, but until I got to highschool, it didn't mean anything to me. Now that 2010 will be here in a few hours, it means everything to me. It means I've barely got five months of high school left. And although high school was nothing short of hell, I tear up just thinking about leaving the friends I've made. But at the same time, it excites me. I'm ready to move on to become a new me. Someone who isn't so confused about who she is and what she's good at.
All the same, high school has been a good experience for finding out who I am. Over the past few years, I've learned a lot about myself that I never knew before. I learned that my conscience is very strong and it feels guilty easily. Saying sarcastic comments, although funny, make me fee so guilty that I always have to go back and apologize. I've learned that things like scholarships won't be handed to me just because I think I'm smart or my parents think I'm smart. I have to get off my lazy butt and do it for myself because no one else can help you. I've learned that I have more options. Law has always been at the forefront of my mind. I never thought I had a backup, but I now I see I could be an English professor, a writer, a journalist, an editor. The possibilities are endless, and now I'm not quite sure what path I want to choose in life. I just know I want to write. And that's another thing. I've learned my passions. I never knew I was good at anything until I started to write and see how high my grades in English were. It's just something that seems to come naturally, and now when I'm not reading, writing, or thinking about either of those two activities I just feel empty.
High school wasn't the only good experience though. 2009 was a great year for me even though it had it's up and downs. I'm going to miss it. And the funny thing is, I know exactly what I was doing at the very start of 2009. Reading the Hunger Games. I lost track of time, and my sisters called thirty minutes into the year to wish me Happy New Year. I was so confused. But you know what,I think I'll remember that New Year for the rest of my life. Especially since it gave me an idea for a college essay.
Anyway, I'm going to go. That's all I have to say on this matter for now, but I will be back to talk about my resolutions. I plan on going through with them this year. Last year, revolution wise, I bombed it. I won't do that this year.
All the same, high school has been a good experience for finding out who I am. Over the past few years, I've learned a lot about myself that I never knew before. I learned that my conscience is very strong and it feels guilty easily. Saying sarcastic comments, although funny, make me fee so guilty that I always have to go back and apologize. I've learned that things like scholarships won't be handed to me just because I think I'm smart or my parents think I'm smart. I have to get off my lazy butt and do it for myself because no one else can help you. I've learned that I have more options. Law has always been at the forefront of my mind. I never thought I had a backup, but I now I see I could be an English professor, a writer, a journalist, an editor. The possibilities are endless, and now I'm not quite sure what path I want to choose in life. I just know I want to write. And that's another thing. I've learned my passions. I never knew I was good at anything until I started to write and see how high my grades in English were. It's just something that seems to come naturally, and now when I'm not reading, writing, or thinking about either of those two activities I just feel empty.
High school wasn't the only good experience though. 2009 was a great year for me even though it had it's up and downs. I'm going to miss it. And the funny thing is, I know exactly what I was doing at the very start of 2009. Reading the Hunger Games. I lost track of time, and my sisters called thirty minutes into the year to wish me Happy New Year. I was so confused. But you know what,I think I'll remember that New Year for the rest of my life. Especially since it gave me an idea for a college essay.
Anyway, I'm going to go. That's all I have to say on this matter for now, but I will be back to talk about my resolutions. I plan on going through with them this year. Last year, revolution wise, I bombed it. I won't do that this year.
12.30.2009
Moving Forward
Submitted Yale today.
Gotta finish Penn.
Need one more trait for Boston
On to Chapel Hill.
Real blog entry coming later today.
Gotta finish Penn.
Need one more trait for Boston
On to Chapel Hill.
Real blog entry coming later today.
12.28.2009
Three Traits
FIRST OFF, I GOT A 29 ON MY ACT!
Just had to get that out of my system before moving on to the bigger problem of today: College Applications.
I feel like I'm behind the ball. I still have a couple of essays to write, and only a few days to write them. I think I'll be able to accomplish them all if I pace myself accordingly, but that's not what I'm worried about. I want to make myself stand out. And it doesn't help that the first essay is the classic "three traits" essay. So far I have two. A "writer" and a "go-getter" but... You see, I want to write it in a more creative way. More like a narrative, but I don't know how I can accomplish that with this kind of essay.
I think I will leave it alone and come back to it later. Maybe look up some tips...
Just had to get that out of my system before moving on to the bigger problem of today: College Applications.
I feel like I'm behind the ball. I still have a couple of essays to write, and only a few days to write them. I think I'll be able to accomplish them all if I pace myself accordingly, but that's not what I'm worried about. I want to make myself stand out. And it doesn't help that the first essay is the classic "three traits" essay. So far I have two. A "writer" and a "go-getter" but... You see, I want to write it in a more creative way. More like a narrative, but I don't know how I can accomplish that with this kind of essay.
I think I will leave it alone and come back to it later. Maybe look up some tips...
12.20.2009
Inspiration
inspiration n.: an inspiring or animating action or influence
I am lacking inspiration at the moment, and I don't know what to do to help me. Maybe I'm tired or maybe I'm just sad, but I don't know. And to be honest, I don't even want to think about it, but I must if I want my inspiration back so I can write.
So I will talk about inspiration to work me through this.
How about we talk about things that inspire me?
Anyway, the power of inspiration is awesome, and somehow my inspiration has been restored, so that's all for this blog! I must write!!!
I am lacking inspiration at the moment, and I don't know what to do to help me. Maybe I'm tired or maybe I'm just sad, but I don't know. And to be honest, I don't even want to think about it, but I must if I want my inspiration back so I can write.
So I will talk about inspiration to work me through this.
How about we talk about things that inspire me?
- Shinedown: They are probably my number one inspiration at the moment. I love all of their songs. In fact, if it wasn't for Shinedown, the characters I have created wouldn't be half as awesome as they are now. They'd be dull, one-dimensional losers, and I wouldn't even know what Izzy's powers were without them! Plus, their songs... I mean, if you just listen to their lyrics, they are extremely inspiring. I'll prove it. Let's start with Fly From the Inside
I am focused on what I am after
The key to the next open chapter.
'Cause I found a way to steal the sun from the sky
Long live the day
That I decided to fly from the inside"
I mean, it's so inspirational. It's all about being focused on the next part of your life, doing what you have to do to get there, and being different from everyone else. Flying from the inside. It's amazing, and they are truly an inspiration to me.
- Reading: There's just something about books that inspire me. Okay, let me rephrase that. There is just something about certain books that inspire me to write and move on with my life. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the plot, the characters, the amazing way that the author strung the words together to convey certain emotions and personalities. It's amazing, and I thrive off of it. I literally study what I read. I study how the author phrased things, what emotions they wanted me to feel, and character personalities. I ask myself what made their characters likeable as soon as I finish the book, and that causes me to think about my own characters and critize them for their two-demensional qualities. Reading makes me a better writer, and it is one of my greatest inspirations.
- Just Writing: I don't know how, but sometimes just writing inspires me. For example, take this blog. I was so uninspired when I started this post, but as soon as I got started the words simply started flowing. Now, I'm ready to just dive right into a character sketch, read, or do whatever. I don't even want to sleep anymore. The power of writing is simply amazing.
Anyway, the power of inspiration is awesome, and somehow my inspiration has been restored, so that's all for this blog! I must write!!!
"It's just a maze that everyday I seem to be stuck in. It never seems to fade away, but I pray for the day it ends." -Brent Smith, "Better Version"
Okay, so here's my to-do list for today!
1. Think of 1300 Moments
2. Work on my two new characters.
3. Finish the first book in Thirst. I think it's called The Last Vampire
4. Listen to Shinedown. It helps you feel better. ^^
5.Finish ID and IBM's NRPP, and then start on the Christmas Present.
2. Work on my two new characters.
3. Finish the first book in Thirst. I think it's called The Last Vampire
5.
Note to Self
Before today, I didn't think my family needed therapy. I assumed that only my mom and little sister needed it, but after this morning, I've changed my mind. We all need it especially my dad. I'm not going to dwell on it this afternoon, though. It's honestly not something I want to think about anymore, and I've been thinking about it for at least two hours. It's a horrible thought, really, but we need help and that's the end of it. Maybe, if I'm lucky, someone will bring it up when we all go to therapy tomorrow. I don't know if I'll have the guts.
On a brighter note, I'm almost done with my Mount Holyoke application. I mailed off my essay, and finished the online essay a couple of minutes ago. I really hope I get in. I mean, I know it's an all girls college, but it's a really good school. Although it's not at the top of my list, I would seriously consider going there if I get in. Anyway, the main point of this post is the remind myself to reread my essay on Tuesday. That is also the day where I will get my SAT Subject Test Scores. Can't wait! I hope I did really good.
*Note to self: Reread essay on Tuesday
*Note to self: Send all test scores to Mount Holyoke before Wednesday
Once I'm done with this one I'll be moving on to Yale and BU.
On a brighter note, I'm almost done with my Mount Holyoke application. I mailed off my essay, and finished the online essay a couple of minutes ago. I really hope I get in. I mean, I know it's an all girls college, but it's a really good school. Although it's not at the top of my list, I would seriously consider going there if I get in. Anyway, the main point of this post is the remind myself to reread my essay on Tuesday. That is also the day where I will get my SAT Subject Test Scores. Can't wait! I hope I did really good.
*Note to self: Reread essay on Tuesday
*Note to self: Send all test scores to Mount Holyoke before Wednesday
Once I'm done with this one I'll be moving on to Yale and BU.
12.17.2009
December 17, 2009: Another List of Things for Me to Do
Write at least one college essay (PreferablyBoston University)Finish either the NRPP or the MirrorThink of momentsCharacter sketchListen to Shinedown and watch Shinedown videos.Read and finish The Hate List by Jennifer Brown
A Life For A Life
I recently finished reading Ash by Malinda Lo. It was an okay book, I guess, but it did pique my interest in fairy tales. Now, when I say "fairy tales" I don't mean "Once upon a time" or those cheesy Disney Movies (even though I love cheesy Disney fairy tales). I mean the original fairy tales. The tales that were depressing, involved sacrifice, and sometimes death. A wish for a life.
The stories Lo used to help tell her story were like that. There were stories where young girls wanted to see a fairy so badly that they simply lost themselves and never work up. There were stories about people who were forced to dance around bonfires for the fairies for the rest of eternity simply because they had a bite of fairy food.
The stories were dark, and everyone needs a little douse of depression in their lives every now and then.
I mean, look at the characters I've created. Although a lot of them were originally supposed to be happy, they all ended up with something depressing. Take Izzy, for example. He was simply supposed to be adopted. His parents weren't supposed to be dead, and his boss was still supposed to be alive. However, all of a sudden, I changed all of that. His mom died during labor, his dad commited suicide shortly after, and his boss (who is no longer his boss, but his dad's best friend) ran away and eventually died while Izzy was in the room. Depressing, right? All of my characters end up with a tragic back story or a tragic future, but hey, I guess that's what makes them interesting.
We can't all have happy endings, can we Stephanie Meyer?
xD
The stories Lo used to help tell her story were like that. There were stories where young girls wanted to see a fairy so badly that they simply lost themselves and never work up. There were stories about people who were forced to dance around bonfires for the fairies for the rest of eternity simply because they had a bite of fairy food.
The stories were dark, and everyone needs a little douse of depression in their lives every now and then.
I mean, look at the characters I've created. Although a lot of them were originally supposed to be happy, they all ended up with something depressing. Take Izzy, for example. He was simply supposed to be adopted. His parents weren't supposed to be dead, and his boss was still supposed to be alive. However, all of a sudden, I changed all of that. His mom died during labor, his dad commited suicide shortly after, and his boss (who is no longer his boss, but his dad's best friend) ran away and eventually died while Izzy was in the room. Depressing, right? All of my characters end up with a tragic back story or a tragic future, but hey, I guess that's what makes them interesting.
We can't all have happy endings, can we Stephanie Meyer?
xD
12.11.2009
Winter Break Is Here
It is official. I am a free woman! At least until January 9th, that is. xD And I guess I'm not completely free. I need to work on some college essays and study for the ACT tomorrow, but other than that, I'm free. There's no homework, no tests, no reading assignments, no school! I'm done! Woo! xD
I can't believe it.
So let's see, what do I want to talk about today....
Hm, I can't really think of anything.
I can't believe it.
So let's see, what do I want to talk about today....
Hm, I can't really think of anything.
12.10.2009
My To-Do List
- Finish the Mirror by 3 or 3:30
- Prep for English 240 final by 7pm
- Break--> Work on NRPP
- Review math and get notes and formualas togeter by 9pm
- Work on AVID binder
12.07.2009
"We all need a theme song"- Brent Smith, 2009
So I've finally submitted two of my common applications.
-Wish me luck!!!
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Now let's talk about some intersting things like SHINEDOWN, my all time favorite band. I'm thinking that I'm going to have another Shinedown week this week, and to kick off SDW, I watched some of their videos live. LET ME JUST SAY THAT I WANT TO SEE THEM LIVE ASAP!
They are going to Atlanta in April, so I may get my chance!
Anyway, my favorite song by them is The Crow and the Butterfly, and one of their performances of this song was absolutely amazing. Also, I love Brent Smith's speeches at the begining of some of their songs! I think my favorite speech is the one from The Sound of Madness.
- Cornell College in Iowa
- Washington University in St. Louis
-Wish me luck!!!
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Now let's talk about some intersting things like SHINEDOWN, my all time favorite band. I'm thinking that I'm going to have another Shinedown week this week, and to kick off SDW, I watched some of their videos live. LET ME JUST SAY THAT I WANT TO SEE THEM LIVE ASAP!
They are going to Atlanta in April, so I may get my chance!
Anyway, my favorite song by them is The Crow and the Butterfly, and one of their performances of this song was absolutely amazing. Also, I love Brent Smith's speeches at the begining of some of their songs! I think my favorite speech is the one from The Sound of Madness.
I mean, it's so inspirational, and I can relate to what he is saying. I want to be a leader, and even though their songs are pretty emo and I love them, that doesn't mean I'm angry. And guess what, "we all need a themesong, don't we?" =D
And the song is just amazing on it's own. My favorite part is in the second verse.
"I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality. If there's an afterlife then it'll set you free."
It's so annoying when people blame things on factors that probably had nothing to do with their situation such as their race, their gender, or whatever. You have to take matters into your own hands and step up. You've got to "wake up and fight for yourself."
That's what I do. I know that I may not get accepted into all of the schools I want to go to, but I do know that if I don't get accepted it's because I'm just not what they're looking for. I won't blame anyone. I'll just try harder the next time, and maybe I'll be able to go to their law program after college.
"I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When are you going to wake up? When are you going to wake up and fight?"
12.03.2009
To-Do List
I finally finished my common application essay. It took forever, but I think I did a pretty good job. Now I really just need to find someone to read it. It's a good thing I have three hours of nothing tomorrow. Here's my to do list for Friday:
- Visit the ETS for fee waivers.
- Get my UNC-Chapel Hill Portal to work.
- Boston University Supplement Essay
- University of Pennsylvania and Yale Supplement Essay
- Read and maybe start a short story.
Tornado Watch
The wind has died down a bit, and I feel safe enough to relax.
I'm going to sit back, relax, and watch Tyra.
I'm hoping for the best with you-know-who.
Time to read.
I'm going to sit back, relax, and watch Tyra.
I'm hoping for the best with you-know-who.
Time to read.
Death's Rainbow
It's a stormy night filled with tornado watches, special weather announcements, and howling wind. I'm honestly afraid to sleep. What if a tornado hits while I'm in the middle of dream land? Who will wake up my family? I know, I know. I'm a worry-wart, but I wasn't always this way, you know. But that's not the point. In short, I will be waiting this out. Only three more hours to go.
Normally, I would fill the long hours with tons and tons of roleplaying with my favorite roleplay partner. However, she randomly disappeared hours ago after only 19 minutes, which isn't like her. I hope everything is okay. I guess I could go look for more roleplays, but I've become so pessimistic over the years that I don't even want to bother with that site anymore. I'm content with the roleplays--more like roleplay-- that I have. It's fun, it's interesting, and it entertains me at all hours of the day whether we're actually roleplaying or if I'm simply sitting in class learning about the World War II.
Speaking of World War II, this brings me to the topic that I wish to discuss while I wait out this storm--The Book Thief. Once again, I am rereading this captivating story, but I haven't gotten that far into it. I recently finished the prologue, and I will talk about that for today. As I continue I will post my thoughts on this story.
Narrated by Markus Zusak's personification of death, The Book Thief tells the story of a young girl named Liesel Memiminger and her life in Germany during World War II. Let me tell you that this is not a very happy story. At the very start of the story, Death let's the reader know that of the three times he saw The Book Thief a.k.a. Liesel Meminger, and he tells the reader those instances.
Zusak's personification of death is a fairly interesting narrator. He isn't the Grim Reaper that has become so popular in mainstream media. Zuzak's Death sees his reaping duties as a job, and he hates his job. Seeing the pain and suffering of "the people left behind" takes a toll on him and constantly reminds him of the dark burden he must carry. He doesn't even get vacation days. Instead, he makes his own vacation by making a point to notice the different colors. Passionate reds, lemony yellows, and cotton candy pink. Death notices them all, and he cherishes each and every one. His love of colors is apparent during his narration of the story. Death gives detailed accounts of the color of people's eyes and hair. For example: he constantly compares Rudy's hair to the color of lemons.
Colors also play a huge part in the three times he saw Liesel Meminger. According to Death, the first time he saw Liesel everything was white. It was winter, and her brother had recently right in front of her and her mother. The second time he saw Liesel the color was black. More specifically, the sky was black. Finally, on that third time, everything was firey red from the bombs that had dropped on Liesel's hometown.
White, black, red.
Even Death notices the irony.
Normally, I would fill the long hours with tons and tons of roleplaying with my favorite roleplay partner. However, she randomly disappeared hours ago after only 19 minutes, which isn't like her. I hope everything is okay. I guess I could go look for more roleplays, but I've become so pessimistic over the years that I don't even want to bother with that site anymore. I'm content with the roleplays--more like roleplay-- that I have. It's fun, it's interesting, and it entertains me at all hours of the day whether we're actually roleplaying or if I'm simply sitting in class learning about the World War II.
Speaking of World War II, this brings me to the topic that I wish to discuss while I wait out this storm--The Book Thief. Once again, I am rereading this captivating story, but I haven't gotten that far into it. I recently finished the prologue, and I will talk about that for today. As I continue I will post my thoughts on this story.
Narrated by Markus Zusak's personification of death, The Book Thief tells the story of a young girl named Liesel Memiminger and her life in Germany during World War II. Let me tell you that this is not a very happy story. At the very start of the story, Death let's the reader know that of the three times he saw The Book Thief a.k.a. Liesel Meminger, and he tells the reader those instances.
Zusak's personification of death is a fairly interesting narrator. He isn't the Grim Reaper that has become so popular in mainstream media. Zuzak's Death sees his reaping duties as a job, and he hates his job. Seeing the pain and suffering of "the people left behind" takes a toll on him and constantly reminds him of the dark burden he must carry. He doesn't even get vacation days. Instead, he makes his own vacation by making a point to notice the different colors. Passionate reds, lemony yellows, and cotton candy pink. Death notices them all, and he cherishes each and every one. His love of colors is apparent during his narration of the story. Death gives detailed accounts of the color of people's eyes and hair. For example: he constantly compares Rudy's hair to the color of lemons.
Colors also play a huge part in the three times he saw Liesel Meminger. According to Death, the first time he saw Liesel everything was white. It was winter, and her brother had recently right in front of her and her mother. The second time he saw Liesel the color was black. More specifically, the sky was black. Finally, on that third time, everything was firey red from the bombs that had dropped on Liesel's hometown.
White, black, red.
Even Death notices the irony.
12.01.2009
The Twilight Saga
After this post I promise I will never talk about this series again. Ever.
I'm sick and tired of people talking about it. Most people already know how I feel about it. Sure, I read the whole series, but if I could do it all over again I wouldn't even bother. IT's funny because I didn't hate the series until the fourth book. I can't even bring myself to reread the first one, which I originally thought was okay. The books were great at first. Maybe it's because I was younger or whatever, but now even the thought kills me.
I like to think that I don't like the series now because it's solely based on romance that the action is pushed to the back, but that's not it either. I love Sarah Dessen, and ALL of her books are like that.
Mabe it's because the writing is horrible. Recently, I've noticed I've become extremely picky about the books I read. Not genre-wise. The way it is written plays a key role in how interested I will be in it. Take Marked by the Cast people, for example. It had a great plot, but it was written like a 13 year old girl wrote it, and I just couldn't get into it. But then there are books like The Den of Shadows Quartet, which ultimately have similar plots to Twilight and the House of Night seriees (Marked is the first book in the series), and I love them. I can't put them down. But the way The Den of Shadows Quartet was written was just amazing. Genius, even. And it was suprising that Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote the book when she was 13 years old. That makes my criticisms of Twilight and House of Night even funnier to me!
But I'm not saying Stephanie Meyer is all bad. I loved The Host, and am impatiently waiting for the sequel. Language wise, The Host was a lot better than Twilight.
So maybe I'm a book elitist or something, and I honestly don't want to offend people who can tolerate Twilight in a way that I no longer can becuase of my elitist ways. Ugh, I don't even like calling myself an elitist when I know deep down that that is what I am.
I am a literary elitist.
The pickiest reader there is.
And you know what, there's nothing wrong with that.
I'm sick and tired of people talking about it. Most people already know how I feel about it. Sure, I read the whole series, but if I could do it all over again I wouldn't even bother. IT's funny because I didn't hate the series until the fourth book. I can't even bring myself to reread the first one, which I originally thought was okay. The books were great at first. Maybe it's because I was younger or whatever, but now even the thought kills me.
I like to think that I don't like the series now because it's solely based on romance that the action is pushed to the back, but that's not it either. I love Sarah Dessen, and ALL of her books are like that.
Mabe it's because the writing is horrible. Recently, I've noticed I've become extremely picky about the books I read. Not genre-wise. The way it is written plays a key role in how interested I will be in it. Take Marked by the Cast people, for example. It had a great plot, but it was written like a 13 year old girl wrote it, and I just couldn't get into it. But then there are books like The Den of Shadows Quartet, which ultimately have similar plots to Twilight and the House of Night seriees (Marked is the first book in the series), and I love them. I can't put them down. But the way The Den of Shadows Quartet was written was just amazing. Genius, even. And it was suprising that Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote the book when she was 13 years old. That makes my criticisms of Twilight and House of Night even funnier to me!
But I'm not saying Stephanie Meyer is all bad. I loved The Host, and am impatiently waiting for the sequel. Language wise, The Host was a lot better than Twilight.
So maybe I'm a book elitist or something, and I honestly don't want to offend people who can tolerate Twilight in a way that I no longer can becuase of my elitist ways. Ugh, I don't even like calling myself an elitist when I know deep down that that is what I am.
I am a literary elitist.
The pickiest reader there is.
And you know what, there's nothing wrong with that.
11.05.2009
Senior Year Info
Okay, so in my written journal I made a list of goals I wanted to accomplish before Senior Year was over. The biggest goal on there was "MAKE THIS THE BEST YEAR EVER!" I'm starting to realize that that may not be possible. Instead, this has been the most stressful year ever.
I have so many classes, and so many sucky teachers. They give a ton of homework, but they don't teach. So I ened up having to teach myself how to do the homework, and then I actually have to do the homework. It's safe to say I spend at least an hour on each assignment. On top of teaching myself, I've had to study for the SAT (YAY 200 POINT IMPROVEMENT), the ACT (STILL WAITING), and write so many freaking college essays.
I mean really.
And who knows if I'll even be accepted into any of these colleges?
There's just so much to worry about and so much to do.
I have so many classes, and so many sucky teachers. They give a ton of homework, but they don't teach. So I ened up having to teach myself how to do the homework, and then I actually have to do the homework. It's safe to say I spend at least an hour on each assignment. On top of teaching myself, I've had to study for the SAT (YAY 200 POINT IMPROVEMENT), the ACT (STILL WAITING), and write so many freaking college essays.
I mean really.
And who knows if I'll even be accepted into any of these colleges?
There's just so much to worry about and so much to do.
6.22.2009
"You need to have more patience"
Said to me by mother.
So let me catch you up.
My mom left and told me to watch my brother aka the boy make tacos because apparently his 15 year old self is too stupid to read the instructions, to ignorant to know how to ground beef, and too immature to be able to use the stove by himself.
She didn't actually say that, but you know... xD
Anyway, so I come downstairs to watch him make tacos. He starts off reading the instructions, and he starts looking for a measuring cup. Now, we have one measuring cup for the size he needed. He picks it up and then puts it back down before looking in our cabinet that we keep our water bottles in.
"...You just picked up the right measuring cup!" I said.
"No! It's not the right kind," he said.
"Well, it's a cup, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yes, but..." he started.
"It's the right kind then! A cup, is a cup, is a cup no matter what you're putting in it!"
"What does that mean?!" he asked.
"Just get out the cup," I sighed. "And put the stupid water in it."
So he grabs the measuring cup and measures a cup of water before staring at the box for what felt like five minutes. By this time, my little sister is in the kitchen, and she looks slightly amused by the boy cooking.
"You're supposed to ground the beef first," she chuckled before pulling up a chair next to me.
"I know that sheesh!" the boy said before pulling out a pot. You know, the kind you boil water in.
"...What the heck is that for?!" I asked.
"Grounding the beef," he said.
My sister rolls her eyes. "No, no! You ground beef in a pan!"
"Right," he said, obviously getting annoyed with us. Well, us or himself. I couldn't really tell. He just started to get annoyed. He pulls out the pan and proceeds to open up the package of ground beef.
He takes forever.
But finally he gets it open.
He carries the pan over to the sink, where the meat had been defrosting, and starts grabbing handfuls of ground beef and throwing it on to the pan.
"....Just pick up the package and turn it over!" I said, turning my music down and slowly shaking my head.
"Why?!" he asked.
"Just do it! And make sure you take the plastic off the bottom!" I said.
He did exactly what I told him to do and began to awkwardly ground the beef with the spatula. He finished after about fifteen minutes, and he poured the beef into the collander after I told him to do so. Then he rinsed the meat. I told him to leave it for a few minutes, and he left the room. I'm guessing he went to look out the window, because when he came back he said, "Where'd mama go?"
"She went out," I said for the fifth time that day. "She'll be back later."
"But only one car is gone," he said.
"....Didn't I tell you she went out!?" I asked.
"Yes... but her car is in the shop! I just want to know what car she took!" he said.
"It doesn't matter what car she took! I didn't ask her, so how should I know?! She'll be back later!" I said. "Now pour the meat back into the pan."
Just then my mom walked into the house. "I don't smell any food," she said jokingly. She walked over to the dinner table and began looking through the mail.
"Put the taco sauce in the meat," my little sister said.
The boy grabbed the taco sauce and began to open it, but then my sister realized something. "WAIT!" we both yelled at the same time. "THAT'S THE WRONG SAUCE!!"
"Well, how was I supposed to know?" he yelled back.
"Put this one in there!" I said as I handed him the taco seasoning.
"And it's on the box," my little sister said afterwards.
"Why are you yelling at me when it's not my fault?!" he asked as he stared at us, letting the meat sit on the stove... which was on.
"Just put the seasoning in there!" I said.
My mom looked at me. "You need to have more patience."
"My patience ran out twenty minutes ago," I mumbled. But what I really wanted to say was it ran out two weeks ago--one week after he showed up.
He doesn't knock. He doesn't clean. He leaves messes. He's nosey. He asks too many questions. He's immature. He doesn't ask his age.
And he follows us around like a lost puppy on a leash.
Yeah, I've been annoyed with him for awhile.
I've lost all of my patience.
And I don't even want to go out with my friends at the moment because I know my mom will make me bring him along.
There's no break for me.
If I ask to stay at my grandparent's, he'll follow.
If I shut my door, he'll open it.
The only place that's safe is the bathroom, and I'm sure he'd just pick the lock.
It's going to be a long summer break. He'll be gone by August.
By then my summer will be.... wasted.
So let me catch you up.
My mom left and told me to watch my brother aka the boy make tacos because apparently his 15 year old self is too stupid to read the instructions, to ignorant to know how to ground beef, and too immature to be able to use the stove by himself.
She didn't actually say that, but you know... xD
Anyway, so I come downstairs to watch him make tacos. He starts off reading the instructions, and he starts looking for a measuring cup. Now, we have one measuring cup for the size he needed. He picks it up and then puts it back down before looking in our cabinet that we keep our water bottles in.
"...You just picked up the right measuring cup!" I said.
"No! It's not the right kind," he said.
"Well, it's a cup, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yes, but..." he started.
"It's the right kind then! A cup, is a cup, is a cup no matter what you're putting in it!"
"What does that mean?!" he asked.
"Just get out the cup," I sighed. "And put the stupid water in it."
So he grabs the measuring cup and measures a cup of water before staring at the box for what felt like five minutes. By this time, my little sister is in the kitchen, and she looks slightly amused by the boy cooking.
"You're supposed to ground the beef first," she chuckled before pulling up a chair next to me.
"I know that sheesh!" the boy said before pulling out a pot. You know, the kind you boil water in.
"...What the heck is that for?!" I asked.
"Grounding the beef," he said.
My sister rolls her eyes. "No, no! You ground beef in a pan!"
"Right," he said, obviously getting annoyed with us. Well, us or himself. I couldn't really tell. He just started to get annoyed. He pulls out the pan and proceeds to open up the package of ground beef.
He takes forever.
But finally he gets it open.
He carries the pan over to the sink, where the meat had been defrosting, and starts grabbing handfuls of ground beef and throwing it on to the pan.
"....Just pick up the package and turn it over!" I said, turning my music down and slowly shaking my head.
"Why?!" he asked.
"Just do it! And make sure you take the plastic off the bottom!" I said.
He did exactly what I told him to do and began to awkwardly ground the beef with the spatula. He finished after about fifteen minutes, and he poured the beef into the collander after I told him to do so. Then he rinsed the meat. I told him to leave it for a few minutes, and he left the room. I'm guessing he went to look out the window, because when he came back he said, "Where'd mama go?"
"She went out," I said for the fifth time that day. "She'll be back later."
"But only one car is gone," he said.
"....Didn't I tell you she went out!?" I asked.
"Yes... but her car is in the shop! I just want to know what car she took!" he said.
"It doesn't matter what car she took! I didn't ask her, so how should I know?! She'll be back later!" I said. "Now pour the meat back into the pan."
Just then my mom walked into the house. "I don't smell any food," she said jokingly. She walked over to the dinner table and began looking through the mail.
"Put the taco sauce in the meat," my little sister said.
The boy grabbed the taco sauce and began to open it, but then my sister realized something. "WAIT!" we both yelled at the same time. "THAT'S THE WRONG SAUCE!!"
"Well, how was I supposed to know?" he yelled back.
"Put this one in there!" I said as I handed him the taco seasoning.
"And it's on the box," my little sister said afterwards.
"Why are you yelling at me when it's not my fault?!" he asked as he stared at us, letting the meat sit on the stove... which was on.
"Just put the seasoning in there!" I said.
My mom looked at me. "You need to have more patience."
"My patience ran out twenty minutes ago," I mumbled. But what I really wanted to say was it ran out two weeks ago--one week after he showed up.
He doesn't knock. He doesn't clean. He leaves messes. He's nosey. He asks too many questions. He's immature. He doesn't ask his age.
And he follows us around like a lost puppy on a leash.
Yeah, I've been annoyed with him for awhile.
I've lost all of my patience.
And I don't even want to go out with my friends at the moment because I know my mom will make me bring him along.
There's no break for me.
If I ask to stay at my grandparent's, he'll follow.
If I shut my door, he'll open it.
The only place that's safe is the bathroom, and I'm sure he'd just pick the lock.
It's going to be a long summer break. He'll be gone by August.
By then my summer will be.... wasted.
No cameras, please.
I haven't talked to Dog still. =]
She IMed me last night, but I only signed on to check my mail.
My other friend, let's call her Angel, wasn't on, so I had no reason to stay on AIM.
I also finished Night World books 4-6, and now I feel like I need to hurry up and by Volume 3 which contains the next three books in the series. =D
I have a lot of books to read this summer.
The boy will be gone in about a month.
Can't say I'm not counting down the days.
I wish I had my room back.
I wish I could hang out with my friends without him tagging along.
My sister didn't get her licenses today. She missed two freaking stop signs. One really wasn't a sign at all. Regardless, she will try again next week, and I know she'll get it. I really should start driving more, but I don't know.... =/
She IMed me last night, but I only signed on to check my mail.
My other friend, let's call her Angel, wasn't on, so I had no reason to stay on AIM.
I also finished Night World books 4-6, and now I feel like I need to hurry up and by Volume 3 which contains the next three books in the series. =D
I have a lot of books to read this summer.
The boy will be gone in about a month.
Can't say I'm not counting down the days.
I wish I had my room back.
I wish I could hang out with my friends without him tagging along.
My sister didn't get her licenses today. She missed two freaking stop signs. One really wasn't a sign at all. Regardless, she will try again next week, and I know she'll get it. I really should start driving more, but I don't know.... =/
6.21.2009
First Entry. =]
so, here is my first entry.
this part is easy. =D
it's maintaining the blog that's hard, but i think i'm up to it...
besides, i have a lot to rant and right about.
starting with..........
o dog
but of course, that's not her name.
for my purposes we'll call her by another name.
something shorter...
simpler...
easier to remember.
we'll call her dog
i've never met her in person, but to be perfectly honest, she looks like a dog.
maybe a toad.
she tries to look like marilyn monroe or whatever.
she wears her dark, curly hair in the same style as the blonde actress.
she even wears bright red lipstick.
oh, but here's the funny part... she's got a mole on her cheek too.
i'm sorry... it's a beauty mark for her. =D
Lol.
get a life, is all i can say.
i mean, really.
it's not the fact that she adores ms. monroe.
in fact, i think that's... well, cool. =]
what i don't like is how she writes.
her inspiration comes solely from her music.
there's nothing wrong with that, but it's wrong when you can only write about things that you hear in music, and you try to make your writing mirror the music.
can you say "copyright infringement"?
don't get me wrong. she's a great writer.
but if a song says "and the bees came along..."
then some bees will come along while she writes.
i dunno why she does that. she's an amazing writer.
and i tell her that, and i've even tried making her write without music.
but it's like they say...
you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink it.
she's also a bit of a lost puppy.
(i guess her nickname does fit her. =])
but anyway, she clings. a lot.
when i first met her it didn't bother me.
she complained about how her other friends were slow posters and blahblahblah.
and she'd tell me about the other roleplays she had going on.
so i told her about my other roleplay.
she gets jealous.
we have "special moments" every one hundred posts.
we have planned things for our characters nearly every day.
she begins to think that i like her better than her...
and at that moment, i did.
i avoided talking to her.
she got grumpier.
when we did rp, her characters annoyed me.
she always wanted to start over.
her plots only included her characters.
her characters were so dynamic, it was hard to rp with them.
she knew exactly what she wanted to happen.
our first roleplay died.
we made a second one.
she used the same characters as always.
the same plots.
i got bored.
avoided her even more than usual.
stopped IMing her. told her i was playing the sims. she told me she hated the sims and all of her friends that played it. i said nothing.
flat out ignored her.
at this point i was sick of her complaints.
i was sick of her jealousy.
and i was sick of her greetings.
dog: heyz
dog: -rolls all over you-
dog: punch it in the face
etc, etc, etc, etc.
it all annoyed me. everything about her annoyed me. so i deleted her off my buddy list.
she IMed me the next day.
isn't that a b****?
asked what my status message meant.
status message: HAPPY 400!!!!
it was one of me and my other friend's celebration.
she got jealous. said that our one year anniversary was the next week.
"we should come up with something," she said.
ready to get her off my back...
too nice for my own good.
i agreed. promised to think of some stuff at school.
went invisible.
she imed me everyday.
and on our one year anniversary...
istayedinvisible.
now, i know i sound mean.
but come on. the idea/celebration thing she sent me was her same old ish.
her character.
his past.
him finding out something about it
my character= bystander.
no fun for me.
you think she'd understand that i'd given up on our roleplay.
i signed on the next day.
she questioned me about where i was.
"i couldn't get on, sorry. im going to play the sim's now..."
by now, i was using the sims to annoy her.
am i such a bad person? why couldn't i just tell her it was over? did i not want to hurt her? i already believed she was on depression meds. prozac. other things. she had so many problems...
it was obvious in her complaints.
it was obvious in her greetings.
dog: playyy with me...
dog: ashleeeeeeeeeeeeeee
dog: -rolls all over you-
but i continued to ignore her, and eventually she gave up.
she got mad at me that summer.
imed me.
dog: you've been avoiding me.
me: ....
dog: i'm deleting you off my buddy list.
me: go ahead. i don't care.
dog: i considered you one of my best friends. i don't know why you hate me.
could i do this? could i really tell her that she annoyed the crap out of me? that her characters, her greetings, the way she talked... could i tell her?
the answer: no.
we made up.
started a new roleplay.
it lasted a week before she began annoying me again.
i avoided her.
always too submissive. too afraid to take action.
maybe i annoyed her.
we stopped talking, and i stopped iming her.
she stopped iming me.
i dont know how long our silence lasted.
i dont remember if there was another roleplay in between.
and yes, i do say in between. i will bring that up....
we began talking again. simply because she decided to contact me.
i was nice, cordial. she asked me what i was doing.
me: roleplaying.
dog: we should start up a roleplay
me: i guess.
and we did.
and she's still her same old self. just twice as annoying.
her greetings consist of:
dog: moonwalks on you
dog: oh noesss
and she's obsessed with WoW.
she complains about life.
how she'll never go to college.
how her SAT scores were really low.
she compalins about WoW.
she complains.
she complains.
she complains.
and sometimes she simply whines.
it's been... three days since we roleplayed.
and for some reason i doubt i'll be able to tell her that i don't want to.
this part is easy. =D
it's maintaining the blog that's hard, but i think i'm up to it...
besides, i have a lot to rant and right about.
starting with..........
o dog
but of course, that's not her name.
for my purposes we'll call her by another name.
something shorter...
simpler...
easier to remember.
we'll call her dog
i've never met her in person, but to be perfectly honest, she looks like a dog.
maybe a toad.
she tries to look like marilyn monroe or whatever.
she wears her dark, curly hair in the same style as the blonde actress.
she even wears bright red lipstick.
oh, but here's the funny part... she's got a mole on her cheek too.
i'm sorry... it's a beauty mark for her. =D
Lol.
get a life, is all i can say.
i mean, really.
it's not the fact that she adores ms. monroe.
in fact, i think that's... well, cool. =]
what i don't like is how she writes.
her inspiration comes solely from her music.
there's nothing wrong with that, but it's wrong when you can only write about things that you hear in music, and you try to make your writing mirror the music.
can you say "copyright infringement"?
don't get me wrong. she's a great writer.
but if a song says "and the bees came along..."
then some bees will come along while she writes.
i dunno why she does that. she's an amazing writer.
and i tell her that, and i've even tried making her write without music.
but it's like they say...
you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink it.
she's also a bit of a lost puppy.
(i guess her nickname does fit her. =])
but anyway, she clings. a lot.
when i first met her it didn't bother me.
she complained about how her other friends were slow posters and blahblahblah.
and she'd tell me about the other roleplays she had going on.
so i told her about my other roleplay.
she gets jealous.
we have "special moments" every one hundred posts.
we have planned things for our characters nearly every day.
she begins to think that i like her better than her...
and at that moment, i did.
i avoided talking to her.
she got grumpier.
when we did rp, her characters annoyed me.
she always wanted to start over.
her plots only included her characters.
her characters were so dynamic, it was hard to rp with them.
she knew exactly what she wanted to happen.
our first roleplay died.
we made a second one.
she used the same characters as always.
the same plots.
i got bored.
avoided her even more than usual.
stopped IMing her. told her i was playing the sims. she told me she hated the sims and all of her friends that played it. i said nothing.
flat out ignored her.
at this point i was sick of her complaints.
i was sick of her jealousy.
and i was sick of her greetings.
dog: heyz
dog: -rolls all over you-
dog: punch it in the face
etc, etc, etc, etc.
it all annoyed me. everything about her annoyed me. so i deleted her off my buddy list.
she IMed me the next day.
isn't that a b****?
asked what my status message meant.
status message: HAPPY 400!!!!
it was one of me and my other friend's celebration.
she got jealous. said that our one year anniversary was the next week.
"we should come up with something," she said.
ready to get her off my back...
too nice for my own good.
i agreed. promised to think of some stuff at school.
went invisible.
she imed me everyday.
and on our one year anniversary...
istayedinvisible.
now, i know i sound mean.
but come on. the idea/celebration thing she sent me was her same old ish.
her character.
his past.
him finding out something about it
my character= bystander.
no fun for me.
you think she'd understand that i'd given up on our roleplay.
i signed on the next day.
she questioned me about where i was.
"i couldn't get on, sorry. im going to play the sim's now..."
by now, i was using the sims to annoy her.
am i such a bad person? why couldn't i just tell her it was over? did i not want to hurt her? i already believed she was on depression meds. prozac. other things. she had so many problems...
it was obvious in her complaints.
it was obvious in her greetings.
dog: playyy with me...
dog: ashleeeeeeeeeeeeeee
dog: -rolls all over you-
but i continued to ignore her, and eventually she gave up.
she got mad at me that summer.
imed me.
dog: you've been avoiding me.
me: ....
dog: i'm deleting you off my buddy list.
me: go ahead. i don't care.
dog: i considered you one of my best friends. i don't know why you hate me.
could i do this? could i really tell her that she annoyed the crap out of me? that her characters, her greetings, the way she talked... could i tell her?
the answer: no.
we made up.
started a new roleplay.
it lasted a week before she began annoying me again.
i avoided her.
always too submissive. too afraid to take action.
maybe i annoyed her.
we stopped talking, and i stopped iming her.
she stopped iming me.
i dont know how long our silence lasted.
i dont remember if there was another roleplay in between.
and yes, i do say in between. i will bring that up....
we began talking again. simply because she decided to contact me.
i was nice, cordial. she asked me what i was doing.
me: roleplaying.
dog: we should start up a roleplay
me: i guess.
and we did.
and she's still her same old self. just twice as annoying.
her greetings consist of:
dog: moonwalks on you
dog: oh noesss
and she's obsessed with WoW.
she complains about life.
how she'll never go to college.
how her SAT scores were really low.
she compalins about WoW.
she complains.
she complains.
she complains.
and sometimes she simply whines.
it's been... three days since we roleplayed.
and for some reason i doubt i'll be able to tell her that i don't want to.
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