Hello. I swear I haven't forgotten about you.
No, instead I've been writing *other* things. Gasp! Yes, I know, cheating on my blog. But I SWEAR, it wasn't my idea. The 4,000 words just... just crept up on me, I couldn't resist. But I PROMISE I won't leave you again. (Well............ okay, at least until the final draft's due).
Anyway, what's been going on in Shirkville recently? Hmmm. Well, like I said, senior paper was a butt and a half. Autosave pretty much saved my ass. Stupid computer. -I MEAN NICE COMPUTER, I LIKE YOU COMPUTER, PLEASE DON'T DIE, COMPUTER-
I've had several smatterings of stories rumbling about in my head. All of which are kind of fantasy-type-futureistic ideas. Something I haven't ever really written before. I might just have to try that out one of these days. Bits from the idea? (As well as info on that promised world domination topic from last post):
+ "Google" takes over the world. First an internet sensation, then pretty much owning the internet, then becoming a household name, then becoming a verb in the English language, then expanding their repitoire to include literally "automatic" vehicles (aka, they drive themselves), further expansion including the monitoring of all communication methods, eventual bankruptcy of postal service due to popularity of "google" methods of communication, placement of key members of society sympathetic to google, eventual world domination because there's just no other option.
+ two teens on the run from "google operatives." Cars that drive themselves have "eyes" that can use facial recognition programming to find outlaws so they have to switch their faces everyday as well as their bodytype by wearing fat suits or girdles. Intimate scene when they are their real selves. (insert awwww here)
+ Teens develop (out of necessity?) the ability to teleport/communicate telepathically (?) Their teleportation is the ability to fully and completely picture the exact position of somewhere they've been in the past. The first time it is done when a scent brings up a particularly poignant memory in the mind of the girl who then dissapears (much like the feeling of dissaparating). Because she's so confused and because she doesn't know how to contact him, they end up using telepathy.
...yeah. It's mondo rough. I'm thinkin' on it. I still have to write more on Peter's Wendy (hint, hint, other blog, hint... peterswendy.blogspot.com )
Thoughts welcome.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Elephants, Corn, and World Domination (part 1)
Elephants.
Last night, I was riding elephants through San Fransisco. Up the hills, down the hills, talking to my elephant friend named Ellie. (Apparently, in my dreams, I'm not very creative when it comes to naming things). Ellie was a large pachyderm. She was also a small one. She changed sizes from time to time as she ran around this kind of creepy guy's appartment in the hills of 'frisco. Every afternoon (for this was several afternoons, mind you) I would go over to (I think his name was Ernie?) Ernie's house to pick up Ellie for her walk. I'd have to chase her little self all around the house, pick her up, walk outside, set her down (fortunately, she didn't weigh much...???) and then get on her back because she was gigantic. The second time I did this, I was yelled at by Ernie because the day before I had not brought back any tips. I was unaware that whilst riding Ellie I was supposed to be bringing in cash for Ernie's greedy little hands. So that afternoon I rode around, trying to reach the money people stretched out to me, but was unable to grasp it. I went back to Ernie's house one last time, defeated, and he stood at the door waiting for me. He held out a claw thing (like one of those dinosaur things where you pull the trigger and it bites something), and then a looong butterfly net and pointed me back out the door.
It was 9:30 when I woke up, weirded out by Ernie, trying to goad Ellie up the gigantic hill, and realizing, that I needed a shower before I could look presentable. What a morning.
Personally, I blame the corn maze last night for my elephant dreams. My sugar coated red dye #09 did a number on my brain. The corn maze was awesome, somewhat frightening, and totally worth the fifteen bucks I paid to get in.
Did you know that corn can be scary? I was not aware of this fact before last night, but now fully embrace the "corn can be fearsome" mantra. There are these stalks taller than you could ever hope to be all around you. Every fork in the road, every turn, looks just about like it did the last time you turned left (or was it right?) There are whispers and rustles and screams all around you. Coupled with the occasional song from Dylan, a shushing or two from Alice, and general directions from Jessie. (<3)
Here, don't believe me? Watch this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAflQ8J87JY&feature=player_embedded
...okay, that was the wrong video. Side note: OPRAH HAS A CORN MAZE! HOLY CORN!
Now, for the feature presentation:
http://www.themaize.com/hauntedmaize.home
There. Now that was frightening. Stay tuned for part DOS of this Elephants, Corn, and World Domination blog post, right now I need to raid my pantry for some halloween oreos
(yes, they have those: http://www.cookiemadness.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/halloween-oreos.jpg)
and write a bit of my senior paper. Ciao!
<3
Last night, I was riding elephants through San Fransisco. Up the hills, down the hills, talking to my elephant friend named Ellie. (Apparently, in my dreams, I'm not very creative when it comes to naming things). Ellie was a large pachyderm. She was also a small one. She changed sizes from time to time as she ran around this kind of creepy guy's appartment in the hills of 'frisco. Every afternoon (for this was several afternoons, mind you) I would go over to (I think his name was Ernie?) Ernie's house to pick up Ellie for her walk. I'd have to chase her little self all around the house, pick her up, walk outside, set her down (fortunately, she didn't weigh much...???) and then get on her back because she was gigantic. The second time I did this, I was yelled at by Ernie because the day before I had not brought back any tips. I was unaware that whilst riding Ellie I was supposed to be bringing in cash for Ernie's greedy little hands. So that afternoon I rode around, trying to reach the money people stretched out to me, but was unable to grasp it. I went back to Ernie's house one last time, defeated, and he stood at the door waiting for me. He held out a claw thing (like one of those dinosaur things where you pull the trigger and it bites something), and then a looong butterfly net and pointed me back out the door.
It was 9:30 when I woke up, weirded out by Ernie, trying to goad Ellie up the gigantic hill, and realizing, that I needed a shower before I could look presentable. What a morning.
Personally, I blame the corn maze last night for my elephant dreams. My sugar coated red dye #09 did a number on my brain. The corn maze was awesome, somewhat frightening, and totally worth the fifteen bucks I paid to get in.
Did you know that corn can be scary? I was not aware of this fact before last night, but now fully embrace the "corn can be fearsome" mantra. There are these stalks taller than you could ever hope to be all around you. Every fork in the road, every turn, looks just about like it did the last time you turned left (or was it right?) There are whispers and rustles and screams all around you. Coupled with the occasional song from Dylan, a shushing or two from Alice, and general directions from Jessie. (<3)
Here, don't believe me? Watch this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAflQ8J87JY&feature=player_embedded
...okay, that was the wrong video. Side note: OPRAH HAS A CORN MAZE! HOLY CORN!
Now, for the feature presentation:
http://www.themaize.com/hauntedmaize.home
There. Now that was frightening. Stay tuned for part DOS of this Elephants, Corn, and World Domination blog post, right now I need to raid my pantry for some halloween oreos
(yes, they have those: http://www.cookiemadness.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/halloween-oreos.jpg)
and write a bit of my senior paper. Ciao!
<3
Friday, October 8, 2010
My N.E.W.T's are coming up.
SAT
Standardized
Aptitude
Testing
Or something stupid like that. I've been "training" for it for months now and the damn thing is tomorrow. I've been doing the whole "I'll just get what I get when I get it" thing for some time now, just relaxing, studying hard, and ignoring the significance of it, but there's less than 12 hours to go now and I'm starting to freak out a bit.
I'm worried that I won't be able to get into University of Chicago.
I know, those of you who know me think this is dumb. "she started a non-profit" blah blah blah. Smart kid and stuff. Yes, I know. I know I do some cool things. I know that I can seem impressive on some levels. But the SAT has always been a struggle for me. I don't know what it is really, but it's just hard. I don't LIKE it Bob. I don't like it at all.
So I'm worried. I'm worried that it'll be this STUPID SAfrickin'T that keeps me out of my dream school. I would hate myself for that. And now I'm wondering if I should have stayed up those extra hours to make sure I did all of the videos and homeworks for Kaplan. All of the quizzes online and stuff. I didn't do them. I'm not even sure I did half. I think I did. But I could be kidding myself there. I don't know. They were just so BORING and I didn't have TIME to do them. I had to work on my non-profit. On my senior paper. On keeping my grades up in Spanish. ....but there's this little voice inside my head. (The one I wish would shut up right now) that tells me that I did have time. That I could have stayed up.
Deep breath.
In, out.
Okay. I know that I am capable of raising my score. And I know that UofC has taken kids with my level SAT scores before. I know that I can make this stupid test happen. AND I know that it's the last time I'll ever have to take it. EVER. (Granted, there's still the SATII's in Dec, but those are fun... sorta...).
I am bringing chocolate and bananas and water to the test and I've got to remember to grab my ID, pencils, and ticket for sure. And a jacket becuase Sheldon is stupid.
Wish me luck.
On a happier note... (I feel compelled to put a happier note here since the last two blog posts have been majorly depressing)
I'm totes going to the corn maze with Alice/Jessie tomorrow night. That should be awesome. Hopelessly lost in the dark with things jumping out to scare us. Woohoo! Sounds like a fun night to me! And I get to help Alice with her zydrate costume (note to self, go get zydrate materials and ransack magic closet). We're going to have a serious Harry Potter de-brief too.
Yes, I finished the books. All seven. I can't believe it. I actually loved them. New favorite series? I think so. More than a series to me? Oh yes.
You see, Harry Potter actually helped me out a lot. The past few weeks (and for a few more after this) I have been subjecting myself to all the horrors committed by Joseph Kony and his cronies. Terrible, terrible acts unfathomable to me in their evil and despicable nature.
Cathrine, seventeen said this:
We would walk therough villages where the civilians had fled... we would sleep in deserted villages, and eat and stay in the houses. Sometimes there were villagesr who had stayed behind ... the rebels would accuse them [of supporting the government]. One day, they found a man riding a bike. They just cut off his foot with an ax. When his wife came out of the house, they told her to eat the foot. I turned away not to see what happened.
How the hell does this happen???!!! This level of evil. I'm not even able to comprehend where it comes from. How someone could think something like that up. Raping the wife? Killing her? That makes more sense to me than this. This is just vile. Utterly vile.
Harry Potter has a lot of needless killing in it also. Harry sees it, has to deal with it. Has to know that it was all done so that he could defeat Voldemort someday. I guess I've kind of equated Kony with Voldemort. Death Eaters with his cronies. And the good people like Fred, Hedwig, Madeye, Lily, James, Lupin, Tonks, Dumbledore, Snape with the kids and the people murdered. People die so that others may live (hey, that's the coast guard motto). And there is one gigantic flaw with the theory of both the Death Eaters and the LRA commanders.
"The Greater Good"
...Good is good. There is nothing greater than good. It is the ultimate. Whenever someone in history tries to do something "greater" than good it ends up with hurt, pain, maliciousness. Take Voldemort, or the Crusades, or the plight of the LRA, or Hitler. Every single time. More pain, more trouble. Nothing is greater than good. We should do things "for good" or "for the good of the people" never for something "greater" than good, because it simply doesn't exist.
All in all, I really did love the Harry Potter series. I love the world that Rowling created. It's on par for me with the universes created by masterminds like Whedon for Firefly or Star Wars, or C.S. Lewis and Narnia's universe. They are all so complete, so full of strict governing laws that were thought out and carefully manipulated within the plotlines. The characters that arise, no matter how fantastic (ie: Harry, River, Luke, Aslan) all seem to fit perfectly into their universes because they are governed by the same laws that the entire plot is. When you have a main character that diverges from the universal laws set in the text (Edward...) your story ceases to have any believability. And I usually stop reading. :P
I'd love to go to Hogwarts now. I'd love to get a spell-check quill for my SAT. I'd love to say "accio remote" and not have to search through couch cusions. I know that these things will never happen, but I am so happy to be able to have sunk into this other place for a while when my mind most needed it. And to have been confronted with characters who could help me bind up or answer the painful questions of my real life. Thanks Rowling, for that momentary reprieve.
....I need to go buy these books. I'm going to read them again soon I just know it. :)
Standardized
Aptitude
Testing
Or something stupid like that. I've been "training" for it for months now and the damn thing is tomorrow. I've been doing the whole "I'll just get what I get when I get it" thing for some time now, just relaxing, studying hard, and ignoring the significance of it, but there's less than 12 hours to go now and I'm starting to freak out a bit.
I'm worried that I won't be able to get into University of Chicago.
I know, those of you who know me think this is dumb. "she started a non-profit" blah blah blah. Smart kid and stuff. Yes, I know. I know I do some cool things. I know that I can seem impressive on some levels. But the SAT has always been a struggle for me. I don't know what it is really, but it's just hard. I don't LIKE it Bob. I don't like it at all.
So I'm worried. I'm worried that it'll be this STUPID SAfrickin'T that keeps me out of my dream school. I would hate myself for that. And now I'm wondering if I should have stayed up those extra hours to make sure I did all of the videos and homeworks for Kaplan. All of the quizzes online and stuff. I didn't do them. I'm not even sure I did half. I think I did. But I could be kidding myself there. I don't know. They were just so BORING and I didn't have TIME to do them. I had to work on my non-profit. On my senior paper. On keeping my grades up in Spanish. ....but there's this little voice inside my head. (The one I wish would shut up right now) that tells me that I did have time. That I could have stayed up.
Deep breath.
In, out.
Okay. I know that I am capable of raising my score. And I know that UofC has taken kids with my level SAT scores before. I know that I can make this stupid test happen. AND I know that it's the last time I'll ever have to take it. EVER. (Granted, there's still the SATII's in Dec, but those are fun... sorta...).
I am bringing chocolate and bananas and water to the test and I've got to remember to grab my ID, pencils, and ticket for sure. And a jacket becuase Sheldon is stupid.
Wish me luck.
On a happier note... (I feel compelled to put a happier note here since the last two blog posts have been majorly depressing)
I'm totes going to the corn maze with Alice/Jessie tomorrow night. That should be awesome. Hopelessly lost in the dark with things jumping out to scare us. Woohoo! Sounds like a fun night to me! And I get to help Alice with her zydrate costume (note to self, go get zydrate materials and ransack magic closet). We're going to have a serious Harry Potter de-brief too.
Yes, I finished the books. All seven. I can't believe it. I actually loved them. New favorite series? I think so. More than a series to me? Oh yes.
You see, Harry Potter actually helped me out a lot. The past few weeks (and for a few more after this) I have been subjecting myself to all the horrors committed by Joseph Kony and his cronies. Terrible, terrible acts unfathomable to me in their evil and despicable nature.
Cathrine, seventeen said this:
We would walk therough villages where the civilians had fled... we would sleep in deserted villages, and eat and stay in the houses. Sometimes there were villagesr who had stayed behind ... the rebels would accuse them [of supporting the government]. One day, they found a man riding a bike. They just cut off his foot with an ax. When his wife came out of the house, they told her to eat the foot. I turned away not to see what happened.
How the hell does this happen???!!! This level of evil. I'm not even able to comprehend where it comes from. How someone could think something like that up. Raping the wife? Killing her? That makes more sense to me than this. This is just vile. Utterly vile.
Harry Potter has a lot of needless killing in it also. Harry sees it, has to deal with it. Has to know that it was all done so that he could defeat Voldemort someday. I guess I've kind of equated Kony with Voldemort. Death Eaters with his cronies. And the good people like Fred, Hedwig, Madeye, Lily, James, Lupin, Tonks, Dumbledore, Snape with the kids and the people murdered. People die so that others may live (hey, that's the coast guard motto). And there is one gigantic flaw with the theory of both the Death Eaters and the LRA commanders.
"The Greater Good"
...Good is good. There is nothing greater than good. It is the ultimate. Whenever someone in history tries to do something "greater" than good it ends up with hurt, pain, maliciousness. Take Voldemort, or the Crusades, or the plight of the LRA, or Hitler. Every single time. More pain, more trouble. Nothing is greater than good. We should do things "for good" or "for the good of the people" never for something "greater" than good, because it simply doesn't exist.
All in all, I really did love the Harry Potter series. I love the world that Rowling created. It's on par for me with the universes created by masterminds like Whedon for Firefly or Star Wars, or C.S. Lewis and Narnia's universe. They are all so complete, so full of strict governing laws that were thought out and carefully manipulated within the plotlines. The characters that arise, no matter how fantastic (ie: Harry, River, Luke, Aslan) all seem to fit perfectly into their universes because they are governed by the same laws that the entire plot is. When you have a main character that diverges from the universal laws set in the text (Edward...) your story ceases to have any believability. And I usually stop reading. :P
I'd love to go to Hogwarts now. I'd love to get a spell-check quill for my SAT. I'd love to say "accio remote" and not have to search through couch cusions. I know that these things will never happen, but I am so happy to be able to have sunk into this other place for a while when my mind most needed it. And to have been confronted with characters who could help me bind up or answer the painful questions of my real life. Thanks Rowling, for that momentary reprieve.
....I need to go buy these books. I'm going to read them again soon I just know it. :)
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Processors Overloaded
You hear that sizzling sound? No, not the beep. The quiet, fizzing noise coming from somewhere nearby. That's me. That's my sound. My processors have overloaded. I can't think straight. Or see straight. Or understand what hit me. I'm dead. I've died and left you all. Who knows when I'll be back and if I do make it, how much of me there will really be.
Will I ever be okay?
No. I won't. I will never be okay again.
Death is a scar that doesn't heal. The Acholi people know this. The children know this. Harry Potter knows this. Patrick Jane knows this. I know this. I will never lose this scar.
Wrath mingled with fear and grief.
Helplessness got into the basket of hope.
Action is stamping its feet on the basket.
And death is measuring rope.
Rope lined with glass for cutting, slicing.
Slicing of cuts far too deep.
Hope cries out, but for weeping.
All full up of secrets it can't keep.
Heartstrings are torn and forgotten.
Very little and few left to play.
But the music's sad song rolls on.
And love lifts up hope today.
And love lifts up hope today.
I promise, there'll be an explanation soon. I just can't handle it all right now. It's too close. No one died if that's what your wondering. At least, no one I can name and touch and feel. I also promise this isn't a suicide note or anything. Eventally normal makes room for life's turns. Eventually.
Will I ever be okay?
No. I won't. I will never be okay again.
Death is a scar that doesn't heal. The Acholi people know this. The children know this. Harry Potter knows this. Patrick Jane knows this. I know this. I will never lose this scar.
Wrath mingled with fear and grief.
Helplessness got into the basket of hope.
Action is stamping its feet on the basket.
And death is measuring rope.
Rope lined with glass for cutting, slicing.
Slicing of cuts far too deep.
Hope cries out, but for weeping.
All full up of secrets it can't keep.
Heartstrings are torn and forgotten.
Very little and few left to play.
But the music's sad song rolls on.
And love lifts up hope today.
And love lifts up hope today.
I promise, there'll be an explanation soon. I just can't handle it all right now. It's too close. No one died if that's what your wondering. At least, no one I can name and touch and feel. I also promise this isn't a suicide note or anything. Eventally normal makes room for life's turns. Eventually.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Wishing these posts could just type while I talked.
Wow. SO, a LOT has happened in the last, oh, say, 48 hours.
#1: MY HEADPHONES got stolen. Boo. And my sunglasses. The jerk couldn't even leave those. I'm offering up a ten buck reward to anyone brave enough to give 'em back. I know it won't work, but I can at least make them feel a little guilty, right? Meh.
#2: TOK is dumb. Grr. Blue water, paradoxes, re-naming the class: Disproving the Theory of Knowledge. The best part? The state PAYS these people to teach us this stuff. ...........and people wonder what's wrong with the system. Hah!
#3: D-groups tonight! Yeeeaaaaahhh! I missed my second family a lot, and even though it's going to be different now, I'm glad to be going back. Even if it is my last year.
#1: MY HEADPHONES got stolen. Boo. And my sunglasses. The jerk couldn't even leave those. I'm offering up a ten buck reward to anyone brave enough to give 'em back. I know it won't work, but I can at least make them feel a little guilty, right? Meh.
#2: TOK is dumb. Grr. Blue water, paradoxes, re-naming the class: Disproving the Theory of Knowledge. The best part? The state PAYS these people to teach us this stuff. ...........and people wonder what's wrong with the system. Hah!
#3: D-groups tonight! Yeeeaaaaahhh! I missed my second family a lot, and even though it's going to be different now, I'm glad to be going back. Even if it is my last year.
Side note: Holy crap. It's my last year for fricken' everything around here.
How weird is that? Some days I just can't wait to get out of here, and others...
others I'm afraid I'll miss my family too much. I love them to pieces.
#4: ...........I was going to post #4 on here, because I'm wicked excited about it. I get to actually have one of my daydreams come true. Something I thought would NEVER happen, but I've just realized that I can't post it on here lest the person the suprise is meant for see it. Suffice to say though, that I get to take a time machiene and go back for a while to do something properly. ooooOOOooooh, sister shirk is keeping secrets, scary, I know.
#5: Lots of people at Club Day which is excellent. On an annoying note however, I am pissed at Invisible Children for contaminating the world with more charities who don't have a clue about what they're doing. If people would just take fifteen minutes to do some *real* research regarding the history of a place and try to figure out *why* it is they need their help, then maybe we'd stop throwing money at problems that we can't (and shouldn't) fix. Grr. SOUTHERN UGANDA WASN'T TOUCHED BY THE WAR YOU DOLTS!
#6: Hedwig died. And Madeye. And Ron's left. And Harry doesn't really know what to do. And I'm bummed. And Dumbledore's name is being besmirched by that terrible Skeeter woman. I'm sending Ginny after her with a bogey hex sometime soon. Stupid woman. And SNAPE the lying, dirty, scumbag in robes has taken over Hogwarts. Grumble, grumble. Although, I did think the Kreacher part was nice. :) <---there, see? I can smile. You know, mostly. BUT HEDWIG!!!! :'O
...I know it'll all turn out okay eventually. *sniff* Besides, how bad can it be? I've only got the SAT, Senior Paper, Common Application, Prudential and Coca-Cola Scholarships to keep me busy. It's not like I'll have a LIFE or anything. >.<
Corn maze saturday though. Stoked about that. And some zydrate preperations. Never can be too prepared. Got to figure out a way to keep our organs intact, the soup in our souls, and the canckle backed snorgack out of the way, you know. <3
Monday, October 4, 2010
Doot Doot Do Doo!!
Today Sage got lost at the banana, knowledge and truth were banned from TOK, and Bob the ghost reminded us all of our independence. Classic IHS.
But, on the bright side, Pandora spewed out some awesome working music. Movie themes as follows:
Back to the Future
Harry Potter
Star Trek
Spirited Away
Sweeny Todd
Star Wars
Pirates of the Carribbean
:)
On the Harry Potter note though, I am really really bummed that Dumbledore died. It's like every second I'm not thinking about the senior paper, or homework, or MLA, or colleges, or well, a lot of things, I'm thinking about Dumbledore's funeral. And then what ever the heck is going on with Harry and Saturday (since I'm only up to chapter two of the 7th book). Alice says there's something even more sad coming up and I almost don't want to know what it is, but I'm determined to finish this book before Nov. 19th when the first half of the 7th movie comes out.
So, my review of things so far in the Hogwarts world?
...well, I definitely want a wand and keep catching myself muttering spells when I'm to lazy to actually get up and do something. I keep secretly hoping that if I think it hard enough, it'll happen. It could, ya know. Weirder things than that have happened in my life. Trust me.
But, books, yes. I can stay on one topic today. I'm not sleep deprived because I was reading through the last of the 6th book late into last night (which took way longer because I was crying). Nooo.
Book.
I like the books. I like how thought out they are. How well this world melds into itself. I've yet to really find any serious inconsistancies throughout the series and that's a HUGE bonus for series books in my opinnion. As to the characters? I really like the twins and Ron and Harry. I like Hermione too. And Hagrid. And Fawkes. And Ginny. AND DUMBLEDORE. But to be perfectly honest, I didn't connect as well with Sirius. I do hate Malfoy thouroughly, (though now I'm with Harry and mostly just pity the guy). Umbridge was a butt. Lupin was awesome. And Snape's a dirtbag who's got what for coming.
I think I probably identify (although I am quite sure this has been said time and time again by waaaaay too many teenagers/tweens to be reasonable) most with Harry out of all the characters. But then again, don't we almost always identify most with the main character? I dunno. I'd like to think I am brave enough to care that much about others and my friends. Though, honestly, I don't know what I'd do about Voldemort. I'm sure my feelings would be different had he actually killed *my* parents/godfather/mentor. Definitely. I still (even though they weren't mine) want to have him get his toes cut off as it is.
What house would I be in? I've been thinking Gryffindor, but let's see what this quiz says.
My in depth results:
Gryffindor: 12
Hufflepuff: 12
Ravenclaw: 12
Slytherin: 8
I know I can sometimes be too nice, or too brainy, but in the end, I think this result is probably right. I'll stand up for what I believe in and leave the books behind when it comes down to it.
.............speaking of books, that annoying pile of them that keeps on getting bigger next to me is calling. Halle... Halle.... keep your grades up Halle.... keep them up so you can go to another school... Right. Why am I doing this again? *sigh* oh well. Life's short, got to keep busy somehow.
LUMOS!
But, on the bright side, Pandora spewed out some awesome working music. Movie themes as follows:
Back to the Future
Harry Potter
Star Trek
Spirited Away
Sweeny Todd
Star Wars
Pirates of the Carribbean
:)
On the Harry Potter note though, I am really really bummed that Dumbledore died. It's like every second I'm not thinking about the senior paper, or homework, or MLA, or colleges, or well, a lot of things, I'm thinking about Dumbledore's funeral. And then what ever the heck is going on with Harry and Saturday (since I'm only up to chapter two of the 7th book). Alice says there's something even more sad coming up and I almost don't want to know what it is, but I'm determined to finish this book before Nov. 19th when the first half of the 7th movie comes out.
So, my review of things so far in the Hogwarts world?
...well, I definitely want a wand and keep catching myself muttering spells when I'm to lazy to actually get up and do something. I keep secretly hoping that if I think it hard enough, it'll happen. It could, ya know. Weirder things than that have happened in my life. Trust me.
But, books, yes. I can stay on one topic today. I'm not sleep deprived because I was reading through the last of the 6th book late into last night (which took way longer because I was crying). Nooo.
Book.
I like the books. I like how thought out they are. How well this world melds into itself. I've yet to really find any serious inconsistancies throughout the series and that's a HUGE bonus for series books in my opinnion. As to the characters? I really like the twins and Ron and Harry. I like Hermione too. And Hagrid. And Fawkes. And Ginny. AND DUMBLEDORE. But to be perfectly honest, I didn't connect as well with Sirius. I do hate Malfoy thouroughly, (though now I'm with Harry and mostly just pity the guy). Umbridge was a butt. Lupin was awesome. And Snape's a dirtbag who's got what for coming.
I think I probably identify (although I am quite sure this has been said time and time again by waaaaay too many teenagers/tweens to be reasonable) most with Harry out of all the characters. But then again, don't we almost always identify most with the main character? I dunno. I'd like to think I am brave enough to care that much about others and my friends. Though, honestly, I don't know what I'd do about Voldemort. I'm sure my feelings would be different had he actually killed *my* parents/godfather/mentor. Definitely. I still (even though they weren't mine) want to have him get his toes cut off as it is.
What house would I be in? I've been thinking Gryffindor, but let's see what this quiz says.
Gryffindor: 12
Hufflepuff: 12
Ravenclaw: 12
Slytherin: 8
I know I can sometimes be too nice, or too brainy, but in the end, I think this result is probably right. I'll stand up for what I believe in and leave the books behind when it comes down to it.
.............speaking of books, that annoying pile of them that keeps on getting bigger next to me is calling. Halle... Halle.... keep your grades up Halle.... keep them up so you can go to another school... Right. Why am I doing this again? *sigh* oh well. Life's short, got to keep busy somehow.
LUMOS!
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