hello, hello.
been a bit, i guess. sorry about that. let me see: books
i've read many good ones- you know the kind- hug to your chest and never want to let go? that kind maximum ride: final warning tops this weeks list, followed closely by 'uprising' the story of three girls during the American industrial revolution/ mill fires. it was rather sad, and very different from anything else the author has written. my fave line? " the story starts, like so much else, with Hope. Hope, and daring, and Dreams" gosh, is the beautiful or what? and then there was 'the Ruby Key' an amazing fantasy story.
also on the topic of books- this just in:13th reality book 2: hunt for dark infinity' followed in a matter of days by the next 39 clues book( think, national treasure, but more clues, more famous ppl, more important, and with orphans and an au pair( is that spelled right? aw, heck with it. u know what i mean) w/ a nose ring)i. can't. wait. that that only starts off the spring season! at the end of the month, Brandon Mull pulls out 'secret of the dragon preserve' the 4Th fablehaven. then in may, sisters Grimm book 7 emerges, and the Masters identity is finally revealed! later that month, all my questions are answered with the final 'Creel and the dragons' book by Jessica Day George( if you haven't yet read her, stop reading this and GO READ HER BOOKS. thanks to a recommendation by yours truly, the local library system has 6 copies of 'Dragon slippers' all checked out at the moment, and 7 copies of 'dragon flight' on the way. i feel very pleased with my self. and lastly, also in may, all is revealed in the last Percy Jackson book, 'the last Olympian'. dang that was a lot of advertising.
in the semi near future, regarding books, in 2010, summer, the long awaited UNICORN CHRONICLES book 4, the Last Hunt comes out.
i am doing a happy dance.
i mean, some ppl have only been waiting since '94 to read it. i've been waiting since '02. Bruce Colville is Evile with the cliffies. but not as bad as one Chris Heimerdinger! 3 years ago we got a 'to be continued' with about 20 lives( of ppl we love), the fate of the nephites, a cursed sword, heck THE FATE OF THE BOOK OF MORMON ITSELF hanging in the balance. and 2 weddings. possibly more.
ok, ok, colville had the fate of some beloved( no pun intended, for your unicorn readers) characters in limbo for 8 or so years...
moving on, as i do a happy dance.
i finished my fanfic, Dark Serenity. it was the first story i've ever finished, written, and submitted for others to read. or just plain story i've finished. i even got over 60 reviews! how awesome is that? it was kinda sad, like my baby was all grown up, and suddenly gone.. is this what mom's gonna feel like when i go off on my own?
talent show: so i was in it, and it was fun. this one guy, Rene, did a light show, and i did my poem, 'sometimes i need to cry'. i'll post it sometime. i was wearing a black top, red and black skirt, and my hair fluffed up into the fro it is. i didn't win, but i was 'only' doing a poem, and since everyone was into the rapp junk.. a belly dancer won. she was really good through.
randomness.... i got into the audition only drama class- 12 students only/total, and all of us want to be in the class, so i won't need to deal with the blanks i do now, who just make trouble. it is gonna rule. plus, we write the fall play! sweetness!
lastly, please, please, visit bookbat, write a review, please?
anyway, more later.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
dreary.
warning: there will be hints at swearing. only in quotes.
i had a Great, glory weekend. I cleaned my room while listening to Les Miz soundtrack, singing along! I also began work on a digimon fanfic, entitled 'Dark Serenity'. I Posted chapter one, and got some positive reviews, so I'm glad. I plan on updating it once a week- long enough to build suspense, but not long enough to drive readers insane with worry. Its been really fun to work on- I've had the plot in my mind for months but i'm only just starting to write it.( give it a try if you feel like it...)
Sadly, my Glory gave way to sorrow. P.E. Personal Endangerment. Painful Endurance. In short, hell on earth.
today was horrid.i was forced into being goalie,and the other team- we are playing team handball- through the ball hard. even some of my own team pummeled me. Finally i couldn't take anymore- i could hardly stand. the ball slammed into my upper arm- the same arm that still hurt from being knocked to the ground twice the day before. i started to cry, the pain overwhelming. I limped to the sidelines, and the teacher came over' is there anything i can do' ' that's what happens when you are goalie' etc. i just wanted to be alone.
leaving the gym, Alma, the bane of my existence, my personal devil to go with my personal hell, got in my face. in her getto-girl accent( though shes not, she only acts like it) she asked' you got it.' well, I'm crying and limping and holding my left arm to my chest in an awkward position. does she need to ask, i wonder? no, she only needs confirmation.
" it's'a rubber ball, they don't hurt, faker. you need to toughen up, wimp.' she said more, but i don't hear. my blood boils.
i did something then, in the moment, i flipped her off. i didn't mean to- it just happened. I'd been getting better about swearing and anger, but i was so angry. how DARE she tell me if i am in pain or not!
i did it to her back, after she's knocked me to the ground, but a leech tells her. she starts harassing me, calling me names, saying 'I'm gonna beat your motherf***ing ***' and other things, getting in my face, calling me a b****. i only cry silently- harder. I'm so sick of this. of all of this. everything. i wrote on my math paper, over and over, ihatethishellihatethishellihatethishell...
i want it to end.
don't give me that look. i don't want to die. i'm not that kind of person. i just want the pain to stop, to be able to cry when i hurt, to not have to worry what each day brings.
my father says i look thinner.
when your heart rate goes up, you burn calories. my heart rate is always up- worrying that today will be the day my bones give out, my weak ankles snap, my abused fingers crack, my ribs, so sick of the jabs and handballs, break, and i hit the floor from the agony, and crack my skull. it will happen. not today, not tomorrow. but one day. one day. and so my heart beat quickens the moment i hear the bell ring' beep beep. beep beep.' and the whistle is blown.
to day i limped the rest of the day. last week my left hand was useless from numbness. yesterday my lips were bloody from biting them so hard to keep from crying- to keep from drawing the attention of the jackals.
my guardian angles have abandoned me.
anyway, more later.
i had a Great, glory weekend. I cleaned my room while listening to Les Miz soundtrack, singing along! I also began work on a digimon fanfic, entitled 'Dark Serenity'. I Posted chapter one, and got some positive reviews, so I'm glad. I plan on updating it once a week- long enough to build suspense, but not long enough to drive readers insane with worry. Its been really fun to work on- I've had the plot in my mind for months but i'm only just starting to write it.( give it a try if you feel like it...)
Sadly, my Glory gave way to sorrow. P.E. Personal Endangerment. Painful Endurance. In short, hell on earth.
today was horrid.i was forced into being goalie,and the other team- we are playing team handball- through the ball hard. even some of my own team pummeled me. Finally i couldn't take anymore- i could hardly stand. the ball slammed into my upper arm- the same arm that still hurt from being knocked to the ground twice the day before. i started to cry, the pain overwhelming. I limped to the sidelines, and the teacher came over' is there anything i can do' ' that's what happens when you are goalie' etc. i just wanted to be alone.
leaving the gym, Alma, the bane of my existence, my personal devil to go with my personal hell, got in my face. in her getto-girl accent( though shes not, she only acts like it) she asked' you got it.' well, I'm crying and limping and holding my left arm to my chest in an awkward position. does she need to ask, i wonder? no, she only needs confirmation.
" it's'a rubber ball, they don't hurt, faker. you need to toughen up, wimp.' she said more, but i don't hear. my blood boils.
i did something then, in the moment, i flipped her off. i didn't mean to- it just happened. I'd been getting better about swearing and anger, but i was so angry. how DARE she tell me if i am in pain or not!
i did it to her back, after she's knocked me to the ground, but a leech tells her. she starts harassing me, calling me names, saying 'I'm gonna beat your motherf***ing ***' and other things, getting in my face, calling me a b****. i only cry silently- harder. I'm so sick of this. of all of this. everything. i wrote on my math paper, over and over, ihatethishellihatethishellihatethishell...
i want it to end.
don't give me that look. i don't want to die. i'm not that kind of person. i just want the pain to stop, to be able to cry when i hurt, to not have to worry what each day brings.
my father says i look thinner.
when your heart rate goes up, you burn calories. my heart rate is always up- worrying that today will be the day my bones give out, my weak ankles snap, my abused fingers crack, my ribs, so sick of the jabs and handballs, break, and i hit the floor from the agony, and crack my skull. it will happen. not today, not tomorrow. but one day. one day. and so my heart beat quickens the moment i hear the bell ring' beep beep. beep beep.' and the whistle is blown.
to day i limped the rest of the day. last week my left hand was useless from numbness. yesterday my lips were bloody from biting them so hard to keep from crying- to keep from drawing the attention of the jackals.
my guardian angles have abandoned me.
anyway, more later.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Of Weekends, Funks, Drama Class and Plot Bunnies
well, hi- i haven't blogged in a while- not really. i said a bit of news that everyone else knew, and that was it. so, here is some blogging!
well, my weeks bee ok- i had Monday and Tuesday off because of veteran's day and teacher-meeting day, so that was cool. i stuck around the house, wrote an essay on 'Lord of the Flies', ate candy, saw so movies( 'flipper','forbidden kingdom', 'kit','Doogle' and 'the boy who could fly') i re-listened to an audio book 'pillage' by Obert Skye. mom had a concert for all her students, and i was in a funk- see the post on Hedgi's blog, http://gloryandsorrow.blogspot.com' for a more adequate interpretation of what i felt then, and them it came to a head when one of the mothers brought cake- chocolate cake. chocolate cake with COFFEE and alcohol(only a little) in it. some of you may know the little 'word of wisdom' song: oh, we don't do tobacco, alcohol or tea, for they are just like coffee, not good for you or me. why? because we're Mormon.....' etc, so i couldn't eat any of it- so i left the house and went on a walk.
i was still in a funk Sunday, but on Monday i got my room clean and read books and ate candy- oh right, forgot to tell you that this whole time,the comp was at the shop getting fixed.
then on Tuesday i went with Sari and her little bro to the plaza, and we went to B&n, where i found out that she has read the first to books in an awesome series( click HERE for review) and didn't know that the rest were out yet. so, on Sunday, i will be lending her the next 4 books in that series, the entire set of the companion trilogy( as in, companion to that series) and a separate trilogy by the same author- because, lets face it, when it comes to strait fiction/adventure( no romance, or fantasy, or sci-fi, maybe a tiny bit of mystery) Gordon Korman is king. then we went to a lovely little candy store, got lots of candy, and went yo the pet store to see the little fuzzies. we saw mice, hamsters and rats- but not the cutest of all- chinchillas. they are highly cute. if you don't know what they look like, they are small, mostly grey bunny things. they look like a bunny running at top speed that crashed into a cement wall. the do!
then wed- not much happened- though i did re-start working on a certain mind story that i am planning on turning into a novel( most of my non-fanfic mind stories are destined to become something like that, i just ignore them for a while, after the cursed Plot Bunnies( my term for little plot ideas that randomly bounce into your head and don't leave you alone till you write them down; coming at the most inopportune time- like right as you fall asleep, or in the middle of a math test) stop coming. i will be referring to it as 'U' short of "untitled" because for the life of me, i have no idea what to call it.
it's set in another world- where every single person has some kind of talent or gift/power' for example, 'i' as it is another first person story, with a few chapters from third person, have large, sparrow like wings. 'my' best friend controls tempests/storms. our friend reads thoughts, ect.
its got some real potential, i think. like most of my stories, there is a Prophecy- but this one is far more vague- my other one says this will happen, then this, then this. this one says stuff like 'this must happen, so and so must do this, and the world must do this or fall into darkness.' it keeps talking about 'The Song'. not even 'I' know what it is. but back to what i was saying- in this world, Peace( a person like being) has been gone for 100 years, and the world is torn in two by a huge war- everyone sides with one army or the other- by law. neither side is 'good' or 'evil' i, as the author, don't even know how this war started(better figure that out) but anyway, U is the tale of a girl and her friends whose parents risk everything by passing down the stories of how life once was, and how the world might be once more. so, yeah. i feel i can do plenty with it.
the thing is, when i started, i had it sent on earth- because on character, Erick, has no power other then some serious common sense- and a race of 'mutants' were fighting it out, good and evil, with humans joining the 'good' side, and it was good- i had a Washington D.C battle idea and everything . then i finished watching 'avatar' and decided that it'd be nice to expand on the whole 'Killing the 'Bad guy' isn't the answer' thing. sorry if i just ruined avatar for anyone. and that setting it in a diff world would be nice- i mean, if you've got two sides of a huge war, they might as well do it at home, particularly if we aren't killing the 'bad guys' which is, really, the whole govt, because Earth government would get angry and there'd be bombs and the whole story really has nothing to do with humans( aside from Erick- but he can just be lacking in 'gift') but anyway, moving on!
then yesterday i started working on the climax for DOW- because i work backwards mostly. the Plot Bunnies give me a climactic scenario-
i figure out the following
Who- who are the charries
what-is happening exactly
how- did they get into this mess
Why- did any of this happen
huh- any other details.
take DOW
who- nida(me) is
what- trying to save her friend
how-because he was kidnapped by Shadows( antagonists) to
why- force nida into surrendering something, which is
huh- a magical amulet containing the power of the sea.
and so i know the climax best, and as i progress in the story, i rewrite it. before, nida jumped out the window- now she jumps into the lake. in a week or so, she'll do something different. and mom and i finished 'book of a thousand days' it is well loved. My Lord the cat! My Lord the cat! i love my cats even more now!( My Lord is it's name, the cat in the book- i'm not breaking Commandment #3, i promise!)
and today i blogged.
and in drama preformed my commercial.
in drama, we split into groups and created a product- then made a commercial for it.
our/my product was the 'ipod omni'
the size of a cereal box, it
knits sweaters
makes pie
takes video and pics
has a shotgun
makes phone calls
has Internet access
cleans your room
does homework
takes care of siblings and pets.
everything short of playing music.
and it has a looooong list of side effects, including but not limited to : Black death, dental hydroplosions,freezer burn, hair loss, fatigue, appreciation of Brittney Spears, Ebola, and Death. there were lots more, i don't care to list them.
it was soo funny!
so, yeah, thats about it :)
so, anyway, more later!
well, my weeks bee ok- i had Monday and Tuesday off because of veteran's day and teacher-meeting day, so that was cool. i stuck around the house, wrote an essay on 'Lord of the Flies', ate candy, saw so movies( 'flipper','forbidden kingdom', 'kit','Doogle' and 'the boy who could fly') i re-listened to an audio book 'pillage' by Obert Skye. mom had a concert for all her students, and i was in a funk- see the post on Hedgi's blog, http://gloryandsorrow.blogspot.com' for a more adequate interpretation of what i felt then, and them it came to a head when one of the mothers brought cake- chocolate cake. chocolate cake with COFFEE and alcohol(only a little) in it. some of you may know the little 'word of wisdom' song: oh, we don't do tobacco, alcohol or tea, for they are just like coffee, not good for you or me. why? because we're Mormon.....' etc, so i couldn't eat any of it- so i left the house and went on a walk.
i was still in a funk Sunday, but on Monday i got my room clean and read books and ate candy- oh right, forgot to tell you that this whole time,the comp was at the shop getting fixed.
then on Tuesday i went with Sari and her little bro to the plaza, and we went to B&n, where i found out that she has read the first to books in an awesome series( click HERE for review) and didn't know that the rest were out yet. so, on Sunday, i will be lending her the next 4 books in that series, the entire set of the companion trilogy( as in, companion to that series) and a separate trilogy by the same author- because, lets face it, when it comes to strait fiction/adventure( no romance, or fantasy, or sci-fi, maybe a tiny bit of mystery) Gordon Korman is king. then we went to a lovely little candy store, got lots of candy, and went yo the pet store to see the little fuzzies. we saw mice, hamsters and rats- but not the cutest of all- chinchillas. they are highly cute. if you don't know what they look like, they are small, mostly grey bunny things. they look like a bunny running at top speed that crashed into a cement wall. the do!
then wed- not much happened- though i did re-start working on a certain mind story that i am planning on turning into a novel( most of my non-fanfic mind stories are destined to become something like that, i just ignore them for a while, after the cursed Plot Bunnies( my term for little plot ideas that randomly bounce into your head and don't leave you alone till you write them down; coming at the most inopportune time- like right as you fall asleep, or in the middle of a math test) stop coming. i will be referring to it as 'U' short of "untitled" because for the life of me, i have no idea what to call it.
it's set in another world- where every single person has some kind of talent or gift/power' for example, 'i' as it is another first person story, with a few chapters from third person, have large, sparrow like wings. 'my' best friend controls tempests/storms. our friend reads thoughts, ect.
its got some real potential, i think. like most of my stories, there is a Prophecy- but this one is far more vague- my other one says this will happen, then this, then this. this one says stuff like 'this must happen, so and so must do this, and the world must do this or fall into darkness.' it keeps talking about 'The Song'. not even 'I' know what it is. but back to what i was saying- in this world, Peace( a person like being) has been gone for 100 years, and the world is torn in two by a huge war- everyone sides with one army or the other- by law. neither side is 'good' or 'evil' i, as the author, don't even know how this war started(better figure that out) but anyway, U is the tale of a girl and her friends whose parents risk everything by passing down the stories of how life once was, and how the world might be once more. so, yeah. i feel i can do plenty with it.
the thing is, when i started, i had it sent on earth- because on character, Erick, has no power other then some serious common sense- and a race of 'mutants' were fighting it out, good and evil, with humans joining the 'good' side, and it was good- i had a Washington D.C battle idea and everything . then i finished watching 'avatar' and decided that it'd be nice to expand on the whole 'Killing the 'Bad guy' isn't the answer' thing. sorry if i just ruined avatar for anyone. and that setting it in a diff world would be nice- i mean, if you've got two sides of a huge war, they might as well do it at home, particularly if we aren't killing the 'bad guys' which is, really, the whole govt, because Earth government would get angry and there'd be bombs and the whole story really has nothing to do with humans( aside from Erick- but he can just be lacking in 'gift') but anyway, moving on!
then yesterday i started working on the climax for DOW- because i work backwards mostly. the Plot Bunnies give me a climactic scenario-
i figure out the following
Who- who are the charries
what-is happening exactly
how- did they get into this mess
Why- did any of this happen
huh- any other details.
take DOW
who- nida(me) is
what- trying to save her friend
how-because he was kidnapped by Shadows( antagonists) to
why- force nida into surrendering something, which is
huh- a magical amulet containing the power of the sea.
and so i know the climax best, and as i progress in the story, i rewrite it. before, nida jumped out the window- now she jumps into the lake. in a week or so, she'll do something different. and mom and i finished 'book of a thousand days' it is well loved. My Lord the cat! My Lord the cat! i love my cats even more now!( My Lord is it's name, the cat in the book- i'm not breaking Commandment #3, i promise!)
and today i blogged.
and in drama preformed my commercial.
in drama, we split into groups and created a product- then made a commercial for it.
our/my product was the 'ipod omni'
the size of a cereal box, it
knits sweaters
makes pie
takes video and pics
has a shotgun
makes phone calls
has Internet access
cleans your room
does homework
takes care of siblings and pets.
everything short of playing music.
and it has a looooong list of side effects, including but not limited to : Black death, dental hydroplosions,freezer burn, hair loss, fatigue, appreciation of Brittney Spears, Ebola, and Death. there were lots more, i don't care to list them.
it was soo funny!
so, yeah, thats about it :)
so, anyway, more later!
Friday, October 17, 2008
expanding on ideas that i shared with my mother over breakfast
please read the previous post if you haven't yet, as it is full of things, i know its dense, but i do reference it a bit and it is very magical!
so. lets get the facts down.
I'm all for racial equality, its just. not. at Berkeley high, there are clubs and events JUST for Latinos, or Asians, or blacks..but people from various European countries- we get none of that- and I'll bet if i tried to make a club, I'd become 'racist'! it's infuriating. if we have 'African American studies' then we can't we have 'Scandinavian' studies? sure, my ancestors weren't slaves- they were just dirt poor and not allowed to work because they were Irish, or Scottish.
if they have 'Pacific islander and Asian club' why is it racist for me to want an 'Italian' club?
i mean, its kinda annoying. ever year, i see the posters for 'Black Grad.' and other things that i can't be a part of. i don't fit into the tiny bubbles formed in this school. its a mixed school, pretty even, but...
a lot of the kids are so defensive, and it gets on my nerves. if a teacher moves a students seat, and he's[student] black and she's not, she's suddenly 'racist'. the word is thrown around a lot, used to describe 'unfairness' now. it used to have a deeper meaning. it still does, i 'm not saying that real racism isn't around- it is, and that's bad. but lately, it seems that EVERYTHING is biased, not for light skeined people, but against them. I'm lucky to grow up in Berkeley, where debates fill classrooms, the Obama mobile drives around-yet some still have McCain stickers. it is a very divers place, but i just feel so alone, so un-included when i see signs for the Asian/Pacific Islander Association.
but back to bubbles. i told someone in one of my classes about filling in 'other', i felt rather proud you see, and she said(she's my friend) that why did i do that, they need to know that stuff.' i replied 'well, i didn't see a bubble marked 'Italian-Scottish-Swedish- American' so i filled in other. i don't fit in a bubble, and i most likely never will. nor will practically anyone in this country or many others. we live in a changing world. lets live up to it.
i really, truly urge PPLto fill in other, because there is no bubble labeled with what you are.
i long for a day when the PPL that look over the tests realize- on every test, the 'other' bubble is filled in. every test. i know, in my mind, that this will in all likelihood, never happen. but i keep on dreaming. i too, dream of a colorblind world, a world were no one understands why race or religion would be grounds for discrimination. i know that this won't come to pass until the Millennium( ask your nearest Mormon if you don't know what i mean) but still, that it's coming. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. but i have faith that it is coming. and i hope that I'm ready when it comes.
well, now i have finished my little bit about messages to the world and such.
happy stuff of today: i kept my gal: only swear three times. I've been having a problem with swearing, and decided to try to stop. i allowed myself three today, and i stayed within the limit. i feel very happy.
i found a copy of 'Undertown' a manga I've been wanting to read for months, at the library. i also got a few ideas for SOD during PE. that reminds me!
the last week, we've been doing a tournament in PE, volleyball of course. well, yesterday, the team captain was gone, so I was the sub -captain! me! the best part?. we won both games. I'd been praying to do better- get over my fear of the ball, and i did better. today, we played the second place team( we were in first) and, well. the score was-
42-25.
we had that 42. i even scored 6 of the points! i feel so very, very happy!
well, thats about it.
so, anyway, more later
so. lets get the facts down.
I'm all for racial equality, its just. not. at Berkeley high, there are clubs and events JUST for Latinos, or Asians, or blacks..but people from various European countries- we get none of that- and I'll bet if i tried to make a club, I'd become 'racist'! it's infuriating. if we have 'African American studies' then we can't we have 'Scandinavian' studies? sure, my ancestors weren't slaves- they were just dirt poor and not allowed to work because they were Irish, or Scottish.
if they have 'Pacific islander and Asian club' why is it racist for me to want an 'Italian' club?
i mean, its kinda annoying. ever year, i see the posters for 'Black Grad.' and other things that i can't be a part of. i don't fit into the tiny bubbles formed in this school. its a mixed school, pretty even, but...
a lot of the kids are so defensive, and it gets on my nerves. if a teacher moves a students seat, and he's[student] black and she's not, she's suddenly 'racist'. the word is thrown around a lot, used to describe 'unfairness' now. it used to have a deeper meaning. it still does, i 'm not saying that real racism isn't around- it is, and that's bad. but lately, it seems that EVERYTHING is biased, not for light skeined people, but against them. I'm lucky to grow up in Berkeley, where debates fill classrooms, the Obama mobile drives around-yet some still have McCain stickers. it is a very divers place, but i just feel so alone, so un-included when i see signs for the Asian/Pacific Islander Association.
but back to bubbles. i told someone in one of my classes about filling in 'other', i felt rather proud you see, and she said(she's my friend) that why did i do that, they need to know that stuff.' i replied 'well, i didn't see a bubble marked 'Italian-Scottish-Swedish- American' so i filled in other. i don't fit in a bubble, and i most likely never will. nor will practically anyone in this country or many others. we live in a changing world. lets live up to it.
i really, truly urge PPLto fill in other, because there is no bubble labeled with what you are.
i long for a day when the PPL that look over the tests realize- on every test, the 'other' bubble is filled in. every test. i know, in my mind, that this will in all likelihood, never happen. but i keep on dreaming. i too, dream of a colorblind world, a world were no one understands why race or religion would be grounds for discrimination. i know that this won't come to pass until the Millennium( ask your nearest Mormon if you don't know what i mean) but still, that it's coming. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. but i have faith that it is coming. and i hope that I'm ready when it comes.
well, now i have finished my little bit about messages to the world and such.
happy stuff of today: i kept my gal: only swear three times. I've been having a problem with swearing, and decided to try to stop. i allowed myself three today, and i stayed within the limit. i feel very happy.
i found a copy of 'Undertown' a manga I've been wanting to read for months, at the library. i also got a few ideas for SOD during PE. that reminds me!
the last week, we've been doing a tournament in PE, volleyball of course. well, yesterday, the team captain was gone, so I was the sub -captain! me! the best part?. we won both games. I'd been praying to do better- get over my fear of the ball, and i did better. today, we played the second place team( we were in first) and, well. the score was-
42-25.
we had that 42. i even scored 6 of the points! i feel so very, very happy!
well, thats about it.
so, anyway, more later
Thursday, October 16, 2008
psats, Dogear, a tad bit of ranting and a mindstory update
so..been a bit since i lats blogged, but i have been swamped! gone before dawn, back after black( the sky) my days go from 5:00 am to around ten, when i fall asleep. and then there's the middle of the night water trips, or dealing with cat( i am SO sick of ppl telling me to put the cat out- if i do that IT GOES MEOW! and makes even more noise. so! and i'm writing all this while listening to the soundtrack of my life, otherwise known as my youtube playlist, as i have yet to get a functional ipod. i have also moved into my new room. the move into said new room is 95% compeat, i still have some stuff downstairs. anyway, onward!
PSATs
the sophs at BHS took them yesterday. they were ok, some of the math was hard, i didn't know a few words(only one or two!) but i think i did well. although everyone i asked(in a poll afterward) filled in the bubble that society considers them(white, black American, Asian/Pacific islander, Latino/a, i bubbled in other. i know, i know' they need to know, to help me. well, since when does the color of my skin have SQUAT to do with what i know? and besides, i didn't see' Northern European' on there. i didn't see' German' or 'Scottish' or 'Italian' on there!i didn't 'French' on there. i never even saw' European' just white. what about Russia? even though its in Asia, i bet Russians are just 'white' it . makes. me .so. sick! I AM NOT A BUBBLE! I am ANNA *******************(omitting last and middle names) AND I AM "OTHER" so there. i urge you to do likewise. please. for the sake of change. c'mon.
also, they say 'you have 30 minutes. i love that. only- i finish early most times- they tell you not to guess- you get points taken off for wrong answers. so i finished fast. and wrote the climax of my novel, SOD, version 5, in eraser on my desk. it was fun! but i've forgotten my wording. however i recall the idea. i still have my first ever draft of the end. a summery of the end, really, so changed! so, so changed! its v. diff from any of the other ending, and i like it better- i shall reveal this new ending idea to no one!, so if you thought you knew- maybe you don't now! ha!
DOGEAR
dogear is the play i am in. i've been going to rehearsals everyday almost, for about 3 hours. it's hard work, but it is a really great play. the writer is a great guy, and really funny. the plot is as follows- minus awesome suprise ending that even the characters do not see coming!
in a disatopian semi-future, everything is corporate. all coffee is Starbucks, all sandwich's are subway, all books are chain bookstore. the libraries are dead, with no funding. but, enter ian and ell, a middle aged, book store accountant and adventures, idealistic coffee girl, who are pulled into a ..conspiracy to undermine the system and bring back library's, in this play about readers, rebels, and writing your own ending. i'll post show times and places later. it is free.
tad bit of ranting
so i'm mormon, everyone here knows it, right? well, you do now. most other sects of Christianity don't think of us as Christians, which to me makes no sense, i mean, i believe in God, i Believe in my Savior, Jesus Christ and that He died for my sins and the sins of the world. can't we all get along, please? but no... it seems we can't.
my Pet Peave of the day: when someone tells you to 'just ignore it' DON'T YOU GUYS GET THAT IT JUST DOESN"T WORK FOR SOME THINGS?
so i've been having issues with a couple of Born-agains. i respect that they believe in that, and i'd be perfectly fine with the whole thing, i try to fallow that one bumpersticker' coexist ' written in religious symbols. but THEY won't leave me alone. they tell me daily that i'm' not christian' 'am following the devil' 'am going to burn in hell' and various other things. the first few days i ignored it.( if you want to know how it is they know, i was com paining to a friend about seminary.)
after that, i started saying ' when, i personaly DO believe in Jesus Christ, and axcept Him as my Savior. what is your definition of being Christian?' or ' believe what you want, and i'll believe what i want. no, can we get back to the math?' or someting like that. finaly, i blew up and shout, at lunch, after many days' fine, see you there' i stoprmed off feeling angery and quite proud. didn't last long, but hey.
a few days before this, he brought up batism for the dead( which, btw, is in the new testement as well!) and i said something like 'well, yeah. what about ppl that didn't learn about christ?' and he kept going on about everyone knowing somehow, and i'm like 'well, how about the ppl in , oh, say, AFRICA 80 years before his birth? how could they have known?' do they need to burn in hell. its just a little strange...' and turned asreound but he kept going on, and on, and on. so right now i am very sick of bornagains. not all born-agains, just two.but oh!
why cant everyone just respect everyone elses beliefes? for heavens sake!. sigh.
'we claim the privlage of whorshiping almighty God acording to the dictates of our own consience and alow ALL men( and children and women) the same privlege, let them worship how, where or what they may.' the end! i ahgree! unless thebelieve involves : belittling others, killing people. and i'm pretty sure most don't involve those... the POLITICAL part of a religion might, but not the SIRITUAL park. i think. not sure...hmm. but didn't Jesus say ' whatsoever you do to the least[ and presumily all others] of my brethern, you do unto me'? so when someone condems ME to hell...woohee! i guess ole bornagain better stop. but seriosly. is it really so hard to respect? really? no ones asking you to agree, or convert , just acknolage , and not be mean.
mind story update
Sod is henceforth my main focus, however i keep a notebook abd computer files with various ideas and storys that i play around with at randown times, including 'DotW' 'Ikenna', ' Whisper of earth and sky'aka 'Remembering Peace', 'unicornboy'(only mindstory thus far) and ' child of the elements.'
plot summaries will be posted when i a. have time.
b. creat sentaces to go with ideas.
c. give a back story to the random charater profiles!
anyway, it is late, (but i have no seminary tomorrow, haliluja!) so off i go. i bet no one read this whole thing....
anyway, more later
PSATs
the sophs at BHS took them yesterday. they were ok, some of the math was hard, i didn't know a few words(only one or two!) but i think i did well. although everyone i asked(in a poll afterward) filled in the bubble that society considers them(white, black American, Asian/Pacific islander, Latino/a, i bubbled in other. i know, i know' they need to know, to help me. well, since when does the color of my skin have SQUAT to do with what i know? and besides, i didn't see' Northern European' on there. i didn't see' German' or 'Scottish' or 'Italian' on there!i didn't 'French' on there. i never even saw' European' just white. what about Russia? even though its in Asia, i bet Russians are just 'white' it . makes. me .so. sick! I AM NOT A BUBBLE! I am ANNA *******************(omitting last and middle names) AND I AM "OTHER" so there. i urge you to do likewise. please. for the sake of change. c'mon.
also, they say 'you have 30 minutes. i love that. only- i finish early most times- they tell you not to guess- you get points taken off for wrong answers. so i finished fast. and wrote the climax of my novel, SOD, version 5, in eraser on my desk. it was fun! but i've forgotten my wording. however i recall the idea. i still have my first ever draft of the end. a summery of the end, really, so changed! so, so changed! its v. diff from any of the other ending, and i like it better- i shall reveal this new ending idea to no one!, so if you thought you knew- maybe you don't now! ha!
DOGEAR
dogear is the play i am in. i've been going to rehearsals everyday almost, for about 3 hours. it's hard work, but it is a really great play. the writer is a great guy, and really funny. the plot is as follows- minus awesome suprise ending that even the characters do not see coming!
in a disatopian semi-future, everything is corporate. all coffee is Starbucks, all sandwich's are subway, all books are chain bookstore. the libraries are dead, with no funding. but, enter ian and ell, a middle aged, book store accountant and adventures, idealistic coffee girl, who are pulled into a ..conspiracy to undermine the system and bring back library's, in this play about readers, rebels, and writing your own ending. i'll post show times and places later. it is free.
tad bit of ranting
so i'm mormon, everyone here knows it, right? well, you do now. most other sects of Christianity don't think of us as Christians, which to me makes no sense, i mean, i believe in God, i Believe in my Savior, Jesus Christ and that He died for my sins and the sins of the world. can't we all get along, please? but no... it seems we can't.
my Pet Peave of the day: when someone tells you to 'just ignore it' DON'T YOU GUYS GET THAT IT JUST DOESN"T WORK FOR SOME THINGS?
so i've been having issues with a couple of Born-agains. i respect that they believe in that, and i'd be perfectly fine with the whole thing, i try to fallow that one bumpersticker' coexist ' written in religious symbols. but THEY won't leave me alone. they tell me daily that i'm' not christian' 'am following the devil' 'am going to burn in hell' and various other things. the first few days i ignored it.( if you want to know how it is they know, i was com paining to a friend about seminary.)
after that, i started saying ' when, i personaly DO believe in Jesus Christ, and axcept Him as my Savior. what is your definition of being Christian?' or ' believe what you want, and i'll believe what i want. no, can we get back to the math?' or someting like that. finaly, i blew up and shout, at lunch, after many days' fine, see you there' i stoprmed off feeling angery and quite proud. didn't last long, but hey.
a few days before this, he brought up batism for the dead( which, btw, is in the new testement as well!) and i said something like 'well, yeah. what about ppl that didn't learn about christ?' and he kept going on about everyone knowing somehow, and i'm like 'well, how about the ppl in , oh, say, AFRICA 80 years before his birth? how could they have known?' do they need to burn in hell. its just a little strange...' and turned asreound but he kept going on, and on, and on. so right now i am very sick of bornagains. not all born-agains, just two.but oh!
why cant everyone just respect everyone elses beliefes? for heavens sake!. sigh.
'we claim the privlage of whorshiping almighty God acording to the dictates of our own consience and alow ALL men( and children and women) the same privlege, let them worship how, where or what they may.' the end! i ahgree! unless thebelieve involves : belittling others, killing people. and i'm pretty sure most don't involve those... the POLITICAL part of a religion might, but not the SIRITUAL park. i think. not sure...hmm. but didn't Jesus say ' whatsoever you do to the least[ and presumily all others] of my brethern, you do unto me'? so when someone condems ME to hell...woohee! i guess ole bornagain better stop. but seriosly. is it really so hard to respect? really? no ones asking you to agree, or convert , just acknolage , and not be mean.
mind story update
Sod is henceforth my main focus, however i keep a notebook abd computer files with various ideas and storys that i play around with at randown times, including 'DotW' 'Ikenna', ' Whisper of earth and sky'aka 'Remembering Peace', 'unicornboy'(only mindstory thus far) and ' child of the elements.'
plot summaries will be posted when i a. have time.
b. creat sentaces to go with ideas.
c. give a back story to the random charater profiles!
anyway, it is late, (but i have no seminary tomorrow, haliluja!) so off i go. i bet no one read this whole thing....
anyway, more later
Saturday, September 13, 2008
what has the world come too, and other random thoughts
the other day, i went to see "yellow Jackets' a play written by a BHS grad, about BHS in the early 90's
one of the main plot parts, was a boycott of the school paper, the jacket, because a teacher found something that she deemed racist. it turned out that it had been plagiarized from a police report, but the idea is still there.
and i find myself asking 'why?'
why do people hurt others? why do we find it necessary? i know i'm not perfect, but....
it just makes me want to cry. so many lives have been destroyed for stupid reasons.
a friend of mine in a class i take, is half(or quarter, i don't recall) Arab. after 9/11, his 'friends' turn on him, calling him things like terrorist. a 9 year old had to suffer through this. it makes me ill, just the thought.
maybe its human nature to divide people into categories, try to make them fit into the little bubbles on standardized tests, black, white, Latino/a, Asian, other.
but it also human stupidity.
a folly, a lie.
no one fits into a bubble.
people see me, and think 'she's white'
but i say, i'm not.
i am American, Italian, Scottish, German, Cherokee, just a little.
white'' is not a race, it is a bubble.
a person from Mexico may look like someone from Costa Rica, but they are very much different. they have different customs.
people distinguish between the different African and Asian countries a lot now.. but not so much the European ones.
you are just 'white'
so i say, no, i am not. i have a mix, not of 'black' and 'white', or whatever you think of when someone says 'mix'.
race is not in your genes.
it is a shared idea, a shared lie, created by society.
i have a color, but that is not who i am. i am who i am, i am a mix of my heritages, a mix of my family history.
i am myself, no matter who tells me anything else.
i urge you to fill in, on that next test or quiz or what have you, the most often overlooked bubble, the one you look at, fill in, erase, and fill in how you look. fill in, other.
for no one fits inside any bubble besides that one.
as for hatred and violence because of 'race', i see it like this. we are all decedent of Noah, of Adam, and ultimately, of God. or, if you don't believe in that, we all came from monkeys, who came from something else. we are one family, brothers and sisters, so many generations back. sibling fights and squabbles are normal, see my below post. but this, all the hate and awful things in the past thousand years and beyond, particularly what has happened and is happening in the past 50, is just ridiculous. just plain stupid and hateful and wrong. let he who has not sinned cast the first stone. love one another as they self. heck, thou shalt not KILL. these are words that most of man kind fails to see, or, fails to listen to.
i believe that the world could learn so much by going to a library, to the children's section, and picking up a picture book. in those books, the true morals are simple to find.
'Spotty' is one of my favorites.
the story is of a little brown and white spotted bunny, who is left behind when the rest of his family goes to have a birthday part and their grandpa's, because grandpa doesn't think bunnies should be spotty with blue eyes.
so spotty runs away, and it begins to rain, and he is found by mr. brown, a bunny that looks just like him. spotty goes with mr. brown to eat and dry off, and meets mr. browns family. every bunny looks like him, blue eyes and brown spots...but in the corner, spotty sees a small, white bunny with pink eyes. her name is whitie, and the family says that because she looks different, they hide her, because grandma bunny thinks that bunnies should not be white with pink eyes.
spotty tells the browns about why he ran away, and that his family all look like white, and he knows now that it is all the same, they are all bunnies, and should love each other, and the browns pull white from her little corner and kiss her and are happy, while back at spotty's house, the family feels very bad for not taking him to the party, and look for him.
they return home, and decide to look again in the morning. the next morning, rosie, one of spotty's sisters, sees the browns, who are leading spotty home, and every one rejoices, and everyone kisses everyone, and have a party, with spotty bunnies sitting with white ones, and tall bunnies next to short ones, and they eat carrots, with spotty right in the middle of it all.
anyway, make your own conclusions.
but i like to think, that back in kindergarden, kids knew the important things in life, friends, family, love, dreams.
thats all that truly matters.
i think one 'dennis the meni\ce' cartoon sums it up nicely.
its dennis, and his friend, jackson, who is 'black'
the caption is dennis sayng, "mom, this is jackson, and we're almost the same, only he's left handed.' or something like that.
so think about what i've said in this post.
God bless the world. No exceptions'
anyway, more later
one of the main plot parts, was a boycott of the school paper, the jacket, because a teacher found something that she deemed racist. it turned out that it had been plagiarized from a police report, but the idea is still there.
and i find myself asking 'why?'
why do people hurt others? why do we find it necessary? i know i'm not perfect, but....
it just makes me want to cry. so many lives have been destroyed for stupid reasons.
a friend of mine in a class i take, is half(or quarter, i don't recall) Arab. after 9/11, his 'friends' turn on him, calling him things like terrorist. a 9 year old had to suffer through this. it makes me ill, just the thought.
maybe its human nature to divide people into categories, try to make them fit into the little bubbles on standardized tests, black, white, Latino/a, Asian, other.
but it also human stupidity.
a folly, a lie.
no one fits into a bubble.
people see me, and think 'she's white'
but i say, i'm not.
i am American, Italian, Scottish, German, Cherokee, just a little.
white'' is not a race, it is a bubble.
a person from Mexico may look like someone from Costa Rica, but they are very much different. they have different customs.
people distinguish between the different African and Asian countries a lot now.. but not so much the European ones.
you are just 'white'
so i say, no, i am not. i have a mix, not of 'black' and 'white', or whatever you think of when someone says 'mix'.
race is not in your genes.
it is a shared idea, a shared lie, created by society.
i have a color, but that is not who i am. i am who i am, i am a mix of my heritages, a mix of my family history.
i am myself, no matter who tells me anything else.
i urge you to fill in, on that next test or quiz or what have you, the most often overlooked bubble, the one you look at, fill in, erase, and fill in how you look. fill in, other.
for no one fits inside any bubble besides that one.
as for hatred and violence because of 'race', i see it like this. we are all decedent of Noah, of Adam, and ultimately, of God. or, if you don't believe in that, we all came from monkeys, who came from something else. we are one family, brothers and sisters, so many generations back. sibling fights and squabbles are normal, see my below post. but this, all the hate and awful things in the past thousand years and beyond, particularly what has happened and is happening in the past 50, is just ridiculous. just plain stupid and hateful and wrong. let he who has not sinned cast the first stone. love one another as they self. heck, thou shalt not KILL. these are words that most of man kind fails to see, or, fails to listen to.
i believe that the world could learn so much by going to a library, to the children's section, and picking up a picture book. in those books, the true morals are simple to find.
'Spotty' is one of my favorites.
the story is of a little brown and white spotted bunny, who is left behind when the rest of his family goes to have a birthday part and their grandpa's, because grandpa doesn't think bunnies should be spotty with blue eyes.
so spotty runs away, and it begins to rain, and he is found by mr. brown, a bunny that looks just like him. spotty goes with mr. brown to eat and dry off, and meets mr. browns family. every bunny looks like him, blue eyes and brown spots...but in the corner, spotty sees a small, white bunny with pink eyes. her name is whitie, and the family says that because she looks different, they hide her, because grandma bunny thinks that bunnies should not be white with pink eyes.
spotty tells the browns about why he ran away, and that his family all look like white, and he knows now that it is all the same, they are all bunnies, and should love each other, and the browns pull white from her little corner and kiss her and are happy, while back at spotty's house, the family feels very bad for not taking him to the party, and look for him.
they return home, and decide to look again in the morning. the next morning, rosie, one of spotty's sisters, sees the browns, who are leading spotty home, and every one rejoices, and everyone kisses everyone, and have a party, with spotty bunnies sitting with white ones, and tall bunnies next to short ones, and they eat carrots, with spotty right in the middle of it all.
anyway, make your own conclusions.
but i like to think, that back in kindergarden, kids knew the important things in life, friends, family, love, dreams.
thats all that truly matters.
i think one 'dennis the meni\ce' cartoon sums it up nicely.
its dennis, and his friend, jackson, who is 'black'
the caption is dennis sayng, "mom, this is jackson, and we're almost the same, only he's left handed.' or something like that.
so think about what i've said in this post.
God bless the world. No exceptions'
anyway, more later
Friday, August 29, 2008
the first week, over!
as i ride my bike down grizzly peak, faster than the wind to my house, i keep repeating a single line..two words really, from Shannon Hale's, The Goose Girl." Glory, Glory."
speaking of which, i freaking love that book.
anyway, so today is friday, and as i'm in high school, it was, you guessed it, FRESHMEN FRIDAY!" for those of you that don't know what that is, thats just sad. ask someone who's a freshie or was a freshi in recent times.
so i'm about to be late for a class, and these hulking senior guys are totally blocking the hall. now, i'm not tall. i'm short. and kinda..little, though not as small as some, thank goodness. so...they thought i was a freshi!
so i'm like, 'can u move? i'm gonna b late." because of course, my next class is on the other side of the freaking campus.
and there like " its a freshman! get the eegs' so i'm all, wth?
so i say" for the freaking tenth time today, im a sophmore! do you need to see my freaking id card?"
and there all , "oops" and let me through...so i call over my shoulder, just to perster them " and its not freshmen, its freshperson. be pc dudes!" and run. very fast... and just as i walk in to drama, the bell rings. mission accomplished.
so my first week, all in all, has been ok. i love English class, as usual, and history has some promise. my mat class is in the morning, so i should be awake, after seminary. oh! soon i'll be a team blogger on the new, Berkeley ward earl;y morning seminary blog! if and when mr. mike sends me the link.
anyhoo.
uh....tonite i'm going to hang with my cousins and have a sleepover, and it is gonna fully rock! i love being with them, it makes me happy and not sad, and despite the happy tone of blog lately, i'm still a slightly depressed person... mostly because i miss summer and because i've grown apart from most of my friends, and i've just been melancholy for no reason. anyway....
thats all i have to say on this topic.
umm..... this is going to be a rather long post, isn't it? so i want more people to join my book review site and be active... and i finished reading miracle girls, and man, it had a great ending! i cried!!!!! i had never read the last part of vol. 9, and..i cried! it was soo beautiful and cheesy, but still i cried! so anyway, i'm also being very active on Y!A, (for those of you that don't know, thats Yahoo! Answers,) and racking up points! jsyk, on y!a, users ask questions, answers Q's and get points. its a help others thing. let me tell you, i've gotten sooo much info from it!
tomorrow is tyhe scotish games! its going to be a gazillion degrees, but should be fun!(if any of you blog readers that i know(no blog stalkers welcome, thank you!) visit the clan Rose tent. mom'll be running it and i'll be in and out. see you at the fair! oh yum, meat pies, fish&chips, nougat, carmel, mars bars,churros, i can smell them already!
fun fack* i got the idea for how Sondra, the faerie prophetess in SOD, looks from i tee shirt i saw there.
i wish it was foggy...
random thought of the day. sooo
in english, the teacher told us to make a small pioster with a picture of ourselfs and a quote. i used one of pe with Little Bird on my head(i'll blog about him later) from about 2 years ago, or 3. the quote is' in life, don't rush. take a moment to stop and look up. you might be suprized by what's up there." she thought it was very funny.
*bursts into song*
and don't you wish you knew what i was singing.
its called "rain." and i wrote it, its mine, mine, mine!
so anyway, more later
speaking of which, i freaking love that book.
anyway, so today is friday, and as i'm in high school, it was, you guessed it, FRESHMEN FRIDAY!" for those of you that don't know what that is, thats just sad. ask someone who's a freshie or was a freshi in recent times.
so i'm about to be late for a class, and these hulking senior guys are totally blocking the hall. now, i'm not tall. i'm short. and kinda..little, though not as small as some, thank goodness. so...they thought i was a freshi!
so i'm like, 'can u move? i'm gonna b late." because of course, my next class is on the other side of the freaking campus.
and there like " its a freshman! get the eegs' so i'm all, wth?
so i say" for the freaking tenth time today, im a sophmore! do you need to see my freaking id card?"
and there all , "oops" and let me through...so i call over my shoulder, just to perster them " and its not freshmen, its freshperson. be pc dudes!" and run. very fast... and just as i walk in to drama, the bell rings. mission accomplished.
so my first week, all in all, has been ok. i love English class, as usual, and history has some promise. my mat class is in the morning, so i should be awake, after seminary. oh! soon i'll be a team blogger on the new, Berkeley ward earl;y morning seminary blog! if and when mr. mike sends me the link.
anyhoo.
uh....tonite i'm going to hang with my cousins and have a sleepover, and it is gonna fully rock! i love being with them, it makes me happy and not sad, and despite the happy tone of blog lately, i'm still a slightly depressed person... mostly because i miss summer and because i've grown apart from most of my friends, and i've just been melancholy for no reason. anyway....
thats all i have to say on this topic.
umm..... this is going to be a rather long post, isn't it? so i want more people to join my book review site and be active... and i finished reading miracle girls, and man, it had a great ending! i cried!!!!! i had never read the last part of vol. 9, and..i cried! it was soo beautiful and cheesy, but still i cried! so anyway, i'm also being very active on Y!A, (for those of you that don't know, thats Yahoo! Answers,) and racking up points! jsyk, on y!a, users ask questions, answers Q's and get points. its a help others thing. let me tell you, i've gotten sooo much info from it!
tomorrow is tyhe scotish games! its going to be a gazillion degrees, but should be fun!(if any of you blog readers that i know(no blog stalkers welcome, thank you!) visit the clan Rose tent. mom'll be running it and i'll be in and out. see you at the fair! oh yum, meat pies, fish&chips, nougat, carmel, mars bars,churros, i can smell them already!
fun fack* i got the idea for how Sondra, the faerie prophetess in SOD, looks from i tee shirt i saw there.
i wish it was foggy...
random thought of the day. sooo
in english, the teacher told us to make a small pioster with a picture of ourselfs and a quote. i used one of pe with Little Bird on my head(i'll blog about him later) from about 2 years ago, or 3. the quote is' in life, don't rush. take a moment to stop and look up. you might be suprized by what's up there." she thought it was very funny.
*bursts into song*
and don't you wish you knew what i was singing.
its called "rain." and i wrote it, its mine, mine, mine!
so anyway, more later
Thursday, August 21, 2008
oh, so happy!
hi!
so yesterday was bhs registration for 10th,11th, and 12th graders. my dad's reaction 'when i was that age, all you did was show up on the first day!'
I'm pleased w/ my classes, i got team sports, which is good, considering i had put 'soccer' as a second choice for PE. that's not so good. for my feet, i mean.
and i got dramatic arts. yay! last year i got put in a special drama class, and, since it was only for 10,11,12 graders, i had to drop it. (don't the admin people ever think?! goodness!)
back to why i am so very happy.
i spent 3 hours on the comp. typing. typing SOD. i went through my youtube playlist twice!
i listen to the songs while i type, you see, it helps me concentrate.
i said before i was at page 50. but...that was when , at the end of a chapter(I'm going to start chapter 10 today) i left the rest of the page blank. to conserve paper, and space and junk, i got rid of the spaces. and was at page 41....
so yesterday, i reached page 50. finally! it has been almost 1 year since i began. my characters have become more real, and other things. I'm so very proud. sadly, i typed up all the untyped stuff i had(excluding, of course, my ending and epilouge possibilities)
as for DOTW, i am on page 12. i have not divided it into chapters at all, and have about 5 pages in a notebook, waiting to be typed. which i shall do today. or tomorrow.
umm...huh. i thought i had more to say... guess not.
next post i'll be posting a segment, just a tiny one, of DOTW or SOD. cast your vote in comments!
thanks!
anyway, more later
so yesterday was bhs registration for 10th,11th, and 12th graders. my dad's reaction 'when i was that age, all you did was show up on the first day!'
I'm pleased w/ my classes, i got team sports, which is good, considering i had put 'soccer' as a second choice for PE. that's not so good. for my feet, i mean.
and i got dramatic arts. yay! last year i got put in a special drama class, and, since it was only for 10,11,12 graders, i had to drop it. (don't the admin people ever think?! goodness!)
back to why i am so very happy.
i spent 3 hours on the comp. typing. typing SOD. i went through my youtube playlist twice!
i listen to the songs while i type, you see, it helps me concentrate.
i said before i was at page 50. but...that was when , at the end of a chapter(I'm going to start chapter 10 today) i left the rest of the page blank. to conserve paper, and space and junk, i got rid of the spaces. and was at page 41....
so yesterday, i reached page 50. finally! it has been almost 1 year since i began. my characters have become more real, and other things. I'm so very proud. sadly, i typed up all the untyped stuff i had(excluding, of course, my ending and epilouge possibilities)
as for DOTW, i am on page 12. i have not divided it into chapters at all, and have about 5 pages in a notebook, waiting to be typed. which i shall do today. or tomorrow.
umm...huh. i thought i had more to say... guess not.
next post i'll be posting a segment, just a tiny one, of DOTW or SOD. cast your vote in comments!
thanks!
anyway, more later
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