Thursday, March 29, 2012

Before I Kick The Bucket...

So, obviously I peed my pants when I hit the "print receipt" button for 4 Bo Burnham tickets.
I'm so excited.
I can't even.


But anyway, Fatima brought up that it'll be the first item we can cross off our bucket list. Which is cool, because most the items on our list are unrealistic.

Our list:

  • Go to Maroon 5 concert (which has already happened for 1/2 of us...but this is a communal list)
  • Go to Bo Burnham show
  • Meet Bo Burnham
  • Meet John Green
  • Compile book of favorite recipes
  • Take a trip
  • Collab youtube channel
  • Open a bakery (for ourselves)
  • 50th year reunion (at Jenna's)
  • Go to UK
  • Stalk JKR
  • Meet 1D 
  • Buy a bucket 
  • Make a bucket list
  • Stalk JGL
  • Make Fatima a dress
  • Attend wedding of Kira and Chris Bingham
  • Learn to Mambo Italiano
  • Think of word as response to when people cough
  • Think of word as response to when people hiccup
  • Think of word to describe emotion of when things end

So yeah. Some of them are clearly just us being silly. And some of them would be amazing, yet are unrealistic.
But going to a Bo Burnham show. It's happening.

I am that much closer to being able to die happy.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

This Is How Everything Ends

guys. Guys. GUYS.

I just saw Watchmen.


I had super low expectations going into it. I didn't think there was any way it could be remotely accurate. And Erik said it wasn't good and was bashing it and said it didn't even compare to the book...

And it doesn't. Right. But I think he seriously under appreciated it.

The characters were pretty spot on (except for Veidt, but Matthew Goode is ridiculously adorable, so whatever); most of the transitions were portrayed perfectly, and the really memorable scenes.. the ones which you think, either they have to get this down perfectly, or they should leave it out, were included, and were (yes I'm about to use this word) beautiful. SERIOUSLY.

Okay, so there were the obvious things that had to be skewed, and the parts that were left out, and the details they changed slightly to fit into this format. It's easy to look at the "wrong" things in a movie, to criticize for its inaccuracy. I think this is what Erik focused on. But overall, I enjoyed it.

That's all I have to say. Basically, you have to read Watchmen. And then you should see the movie, because it's good. Not super-freaking-amazingly-fantastic. But it's good.

My next plan is to read V for Vendetta since I haven't seen the movie yet, and have always planned on it. Alan Moore is twisted, but also a genius.

Maybe that'll be my San Francisco book. 
It's definitely going to be my San Francisco book.

Friday, March 23, 2012

OMG ILY XOX *disclaimer: this is pretty cheesy

I was just thinking....I really love my friends.

Okay yeah so whatever. It's cheesy and it's cliche and it's kind of one of those things people just say. But honestly. I really love my friends.

I guess it's partially because I've been seeing some of my friends a lot more lately than I usually do, and partially because I miss some of my friends that I haven't seen in a while, and partially because I'm thinking about college and the fact that, soon enough, I'm not going to see them anymore. But I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everyone.

And for as much as I hate this school, and can't wait to get out of here...really I can. I don't want to leave everyone, yet. I'm not ready for all these friendships to become something that is merely saying hello on Facebook every once in a while, or planning to meet up when we are both back in town, but getting to busy to actually do it.

We say now that it won't be like that.
And maybe it won't be. Not at first, anyway.

I just wanted to get that out there. But you guys already know how much I love you.

That's all.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Mr. Bisanz

Just a situation from 8th Grade. It's exaggerated being it was actually a very quick moment during class and there probably wasn't all that much attention on me anyway, but since I don't have very many instances to work with...this is it.
And yes, Jenna. This is the one I didn't want to write about. 

I was walking back to my room; passing-time had already ended. I saw Kira and a friend hugging in the hallway. I was going to say something about getting to class, but I realized she had been comforting the other girl. I made eye contact with Kira through her friend's thick blonde, curly hair. I nodded to signal it was okay, and continued to the classroom.

I walked in to the usual scene. The same group of kids who are always talking were gathered in a corner, sitting on top of the desks, and laughing about things eighth graders find funny. The few awkward kids were sitting alone, with their books open and ready to go. A couple of girls were circled closely around Amy, who was whispering to all of them. And Jessica, who was snapping her gum loudly while throwing her pencil up in the air and catching it.

I walked to the front of the room and stood there a minute while everyone settled down and got to their seats. I looked around for empty desks to quickly take attendance. Looks like Tyler's seat was empty. And Jeremy's. And Kira's.

I remembered then that I had seen Kira in the hallway. I left her seat unmarked, for now.

"Okay, can you all take out your SQ3R's from last night?"

Shuffling of papers.

Then Kira walked in. I went to nod at her, again, but she didn't make eye contact with me.
Usually she takes out her notebook and writes down the Daily Proverb. She didn't today.
She put her books down and rested her elbow on her desk, buried her forehead into her palm, and shifted her head downward so her hair covered most of her face.

A couple of kids looked at her, but mostly everything seemed normal.

I walked around to collect the SQ3R's. I got to Kira and she shook her head at me. She usually has hers done. I just let it go.

I continued with my lesson. All of a sudden I noticed a quick motion from the corner of my eye. Kira had just wiped at her cheek. She quickly buried her face into her hand again, but it was too late.

"Why are you crying?" Jessica asked, rather loudly. Everyone's head shifted from me to Kira. She turned her head towards Jessica, but didn't say anything. I could tell she was trying to keep her composure, but I watched painfully as her face contorted and her cheeks got pink. I could see her eyes welling up. This was always awkward...

Then she got up and walked over to Margaret. Kira squatted beside her and gave her a sideways hug that wasn't reciprocated. Margaret just sat in the desk and looked around at the rest of the class: all of whose eyes were on them, now. Kira whispered something I couldn't make out, even though the entire room was silent.

"What are you talking about?" Margaret said at a normal volume.

Kira stood up and walked back to her desk. She was definitely crying at this point. She did a quick wipe of her face with both hands, took a deep breath, and then looked up at me: pencil in hand and notebook open in front of her, as if to say what are you waiting for? Teach me something.

So I did. I continued on with the lesson as if nothing had happened. The rest of the class took a moment to focus on me, as their attention remained on Kira and Margaret. They eventually started to pay attention, and class went on as usual. I noticed as people would sneak glances of Kira every once in a while, as did I.

But it didn't really matter. It was probably just some dumb eighth-grade-girl drama.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

A Brief Apology

I know I'm not always the most sentimental and deep person when we interact.

I know that I can be angry and I can get emotional in that way; but anger and jealousy and frustration and stressing and happiness and excitement are all extremely different from sadness.

The reason I never show a deeply unhappy side is because (typically) I don't have one.

But I'm only human. And I happen to be female, at that.
So sometimes I get little bursts of some sort of emotion and I'm not sure how to express it and then I just let it out in strange ways that can make other people uncomfortable or confused.

So if that ever happens, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. And I'll try to control myself better.
That's all.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Time Capsules

Okay, well I guess it's my turn now.

Here's a short story I wrote in 6th grade. It's strange, but everything else I found that was "worth sharing" involved pictures, and I didn't have the patience to scan them all. Maybe some other time...
But anyway. I suppose I'll follow the format that each of you did, with the different colored comments. Here it goes.

Also sorry if my comments are really long, and sort of distract from the plot. But it's not super compelling anyway. So I suppose it doesn't matter.


Rumors have been circulating for years now that aliens are visiting our planet. Yeah. I have a feeling I had recently seen Alien Autopsy when I wrote this. I was interested in the whole Roswell case. It is believed by many that we are being watched by them, and it is believed by some that they are even taking pictures of us. This makes more sense once you know the ending... Now it has been confirmed. Their craft recently crash landed and we have captured three alive.

Being I am head security, I was called in to ask them questions. This was an unfortunately difficult task. I don't know how aliens would be. I tried to imagine how difficult the process would be if we captured some. But anyway. I don't think I did a very good job at it. I make it sound like it was simple. They did not communicate the same way we did. Their appearance was unusual as well. They had hair growing in odd places on their face. Like us, they would breathe through two holes on their face. But their skin, it was deep color unknown to be a skin color, and their eyes were colors just unknown. I had fun thinking about this line. I mean, it's impossible to imagine colors that are unknown to us, we think they can't exist...we know all the colors that exist. But I thought, what if aliens appear with colors we've never seen or couldn't imagine until that very moment we saw them? That would be insane. remember watching "Flatland"? It'd be like that. They all appeared to be of the same species, yet they all looked so different. I think it's interesting how, when we portray aliens, they all look the same. Humans don't all look the same.

We had studied them for a while and finally got a communication pattern down. I was to ask them a few questions.

"What are you doing on our planet?" I asked. If we actually could communicate with aliens that crash landed on our planet, I would hope we wouldn't just open up with this question. It's rude.

They were all shocked initially by the communication. Perhaps they thought we were not intelligent enough to figure out their language. I mean, I can hardly figure out languages that exist on our planet. It would be extremely difficult to figure out another language. ALSO. What is this assumption that aliens have a language? What if the aliens that crash landed were the equivalent to our dogs or something? The darkest looking of the species finally spoke back. We assume him to be their leader. Racist against the lighter-toned of the species. 

"We just, we didn't know there was life on your planet. This is a very important discovery for us. We were sent here from our home planet to investigate."

"Your home planet," I questioned, "and where might that be?"

Oh my gosh you guys there's actually no suspenseful build up to this line. "We call our planet, Earth."
See that was so non-suspenseful! I mean, the whole point was that you sit here thinking it's humans who have discovered this alien race, but it's actually from the perspective of a species from another planet of which we invaded. Like, what if someday, we are the aliens? But anyway. I would say it's generally poorly written.
But...if I can pat myself on the back just a little bit, I do like the concept, still.


So that's that.
Moving on.

I know I made this point briefly in my vlog about the future, but I really liked this "assignment" Jenna gave us because it's cool to look at what each of you wrote when you were younger, and it was fun going through my old things, as well.

I think we make time capsules on accident, just from living life. If we think to save things, later we can look at them and they are just like a time capsule only better. I think they're more genuine. Because when you make a time capsule with the intention of making a time know what information you are adding or keeping from it. And that takes away from its authenticity.

*Forest Gump voice* That's all I have to say about that.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Why is this so difficult?

I used to write for fun all the time.
I'd start fiction stories.
I'd keep a journal.
I'd write songs.

Wouldn't you think keeping a blog would be easy?

It's not.

Not for me, at least.

I don't know what's changed about me. I used to love writing, I used to have a really strong passion for it. But  I find it really difficult to motivate myself anymore, to think of anything worth writing...and worth reading for that matter.

I was going to try and self-assign a section of a revived fiction piece I started from 10th grade. But I thought about how difficult that would be, so I just deleted the post.

And now I'm just angry with myself for being such a hardcore failure.

I'm going to do this.
This is going to happen.

Some of the posts are going to be like this, some are going to be lazy and dumb, some will be obnoxious: full of rants and complaints, some will be like a journal, some will just be updates.

But then some of them will be thoughtful. Some of them will be interesting. Some of them will be worth your time.

I promise. Just...stay tuned. And bear through the crap ones.
I really want this to work. And if that's going to happen, I just have to keep posting and posting until something accidentally turns out well. Because if I keep waiting for the right idea to come to my mind on what to blog about, I will probably never post again.

Ready, set, go.