This Is My Music:
Songs that are creepy:
Sarah, Pretty Face
Songs that are quirky:
Help Me! Help Me, Maybe I Love You, Eet, Ne Me Quitte Pas
Songs that are beautiful:
Lost and Far from Home, Gravity, The Call, Stranger
Songs that are fun:
Cityscapes, Forever Yours, I Do Adore, Boat Song
Songs that are plain amazing:
Bohemian Rhapsody, Hello, Goodbye, Mrs. Robinson
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Aaaaagh my life is
nice bad quiet loud boring I have too much to do
haven't been watching doctor who
aaaaagggghhhh
haven't been watching doctor who
aaaaagggghhhh
Sunday, September 9, 2012
I have a Problem
No, seriously. Like a real Problem. With a capital P.
I watched 6 episodes of Doctor Who this weekend (Dinosaurs On A Spaceship was absolutely brilliant - Rory's dad is played by Mark Williams, who played Arthur Weasley) and according to my calculations, that's just under 5 hours of TV.
It's becoming an obsession.
And the disease is spreading.
I've gotten my brother and dad addicted too.
I have a Problem and I need help, but I don't want any.
How do I stop?
I watched 6 episodes of Doctor Who this weekend (Dinosaurs On A Spaceship was absolutely brilliant - Rory's dad is played by Mark Williams, who played Arthur Weasley) and according to my calculations, that's just under 5 hours of TV.
It's becoming an obsession.
And the disease is spreading.
I've gotten my brother and dad addicted too.
I have a Problem and I need help, but I don't want any.
How do I stop?
Monday, September 3, 2012
Poem: Velma (Part 2)
did I love you?
yes, I do.
velma with her eyes so blue.
did I miss you?
yes, I do.
every night I dream of you
did I want you?
yes, I do.
I really don't know what to do
without you.
yes, I do.
velma with her eyes so blue.
did I miss you?
yes, I do.
every night I dream of you
did I want you?
yes, I do.
I really don't know what to do
without you.
Poem: Velma (Part 1)
velma, velma, velma
hair so long, eyes so
blue
didn't know how lost I
was
until I found
you
didn't know just what I
had
until I lost
you
and now I know that when
we meet
heart stops a beat, it
drops a beat
I didn't know it lost
a beat
falling, flying, fleeting, flowing
first of thinking, then of
knowing
that you left me, and that we
would
never be the same
once more
as we were before
velma.
--
And no, this is NOT about the Velma from Scooby Doo.
Poem: Anti Climbactic
climbing climbing climbing
got to reach the top
only when I get there
will I be bound to stop
climbing climbing climbing
the mountain calls to me
one step then another
in perfect harmony
climbing climbing climbing
clumb.
got to reach the top
only when I get there
will I be bound to stop
climbing climbing climbing
the mountain calls to me
one step then another
in perfect harmony
climbing climbing climbing
clumb.
Doctor Doctor Doctor
OHMYGODS
I just watched Asylum of the Daleks.
It was amazingamazingamazing.
Like really, really amazing.
Like unbelievable.
Like maybe I'll stop now.
I just watched Asylum of the Daleks.
It was amazingamazingamazing.
Like really, really amazing.
Like unbelievable.
Like maybe I'll stop now.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Mostly About School
Well, it's been two months (to the day. almost.) and I've been up to my neck with school, studying and frustration. School because I don't have a choice, studyng because I also don't have a choice and frustration because I don't have any choices.
I've started to realize that, as much as I'm trying to draw a line between those people at school who are crazy and those people at school who aren't crazy (like me) but I regret to say that we (that is, them and me) are not really that different. I know people who like me, people who don't, people who don't know me, people who couldn't care less. The thing is, there are so many people that I can't hate everything about everybody! So I've decided to change. A bit, at least. Be nicer to people who are nice to me, stop being mean to people for doing things that they probably think are okay and are all Why's she making a big deal of it? when I am, I suppose, making a big deal out of it. And if it doesn't work out, then I'll know that I tried, and that that's what counts.
Sometimes I wish I could just wear my pajamas everywhere. But I end up dressing up everytime I go out in the constant fear that I'll meet someone I know and then I will have to interact with them. But maybe interacting with people isn't so bad. Maybe I should talk to people more, because, as my parents are constantly reminding me, people don't bite.
It's not very fun, school. I'm always being told "Pull your socks up! You have to write your exams in less than a year! Don't you want to get good grades?" WELL, I DON'T WANT TO STUDY. I DON'T WANT TO GET GOOD GRADES (okay, maybe I do.). I JUST WANT TO BE A KID SOMETIMES, Y'KNOW?
But that's the thing. No-one knows. Not my friends. Not my teachers. Not even my parents. My french teacher keeps telling me about how he grew up in Africa and walked 3 miles to school, and studied from 4 to 7 in the morning. My parents keep telling me about how they studied for 3 hours every day when they were in high school. Everyone has such high expectations, because the only experience they've had is their own childhood, and what it felt like to be them. Well, I'M NOT THEM and it's high time someone realized that. Or at least acknowledged it.
I haven't been good about keeping commitments lately, and I forgot to read this week's book club chapters. Again. I feel like I've been neglecting reading and watching televison and doing anything that's not studing, but the worst part is that I know that that's not the case. I've had plenty time to read, I just watched a movie, and last place I went was to the movie theater.
I feel like I keep doing things I disapprove of, and hypocrisy is, in my opinion, the worst crime that can be committed. Which just adds to my problems. I despise the mall, but I miraculously
end up needing something from there every week. I don't feel like it's a social thing - I need a new black skirt for choir, I don't have an option, do I?
Oh, well. This is just one of them pointless rants that people with no life put on the internet in the hope that someone will read it even though they know that no-one will.
And since you took the trouble to read this (or atleast scroll down the page) here is a pointless .gif that didn't make me laugh, because it isn't funny. It's just plain pointless.
I've started to realize that, as much as I'm trying to draw a line between those people at school who are crazy and those people at school who aren't crazy (like me) but I regret to say that we (that is, them and me) are not really that different. I know people who like me, people who don't, people who don't know me, people who couldn't care less. The thing is, there are so many people that I can't hate everything about everybody! So I've decided to change. A bit, at least. Be nicer to people who are nice to me, stop being mean to people for doing things that they probably think are okay and are all Why's she making a big deal of it? when I am, I suppose, making a big deal out of it. And if it doesn't work out, then I'll know that I tried, and that that's what counts.
Sometimes I wish I could just wear my pajamas everywhere. But I end up dressing up everytime I go out in the constant fear that I'll meet someone I know and then I will have to interact with them. But maybe interacting with people isn't so bad. Maybe I should talk to people more, because, as my parents are constantly reminding me, people don't bite.
It's not very fun, school. I'm always being told "Pull your socks up! You have to write your exams in less than a year! Don't you want to get good grades?" WELL, I DON'T WANT TO STUDY. I DON'T WANT TO GET GOOD GRADES (okay, maybe I do.). I JUST WANT TO BE A KID SOMETIMES, Y'KNOW?
But that's the thing. No-one knows. Not my friends. Not my teachers. Not even my parents. My french teacher keeps telling me about how he grew up in Africa and walked 3 miles to school, and studied from 4 to 7 in the morning. My parents keep telling me about how they studied for 3 hours every day when they were in high school. Everyone has such high expectations, because the only experience they've had is their own childhood, and what it felt like to be them. Well, I'M NOT THEM and it's high time someone realized that. Or at least acknowledged it.
I haven't been good about keeping commitments lately, and I forgot to read this week's book club chapters. Again. I feel like I've been neglecting reading and watching televison and doing anything that's not studing, but the worst part is that I know that that's not the case. I've had plenty time to read, I just watched a movie, and last place I went was to the movie theater.
I feel like I keep doing things I disapprove of, and hypocrisy is, in my opinion, the worst crime that can be committed. Which just adds to my problems. I despise the mall, but I miraculously
end up needing something from there every week. I don't feel like it's a social thing - I need a new black skirt for choir, I don't have an option, do I?
Oh, well. This is just one of them pointless rants that people with no life put on the internet in the hope that someone will read it even though they know that no-one will.
And since you took the trouble to read this (or atleast scroll down the page) here is a pointless .gif that didn't make me laugh, because it isn't funny. It's just plain pointless.
Monday, June 25, 2012
A travelorant
I do realize that it's been more than a month and that it irresponsible was make a promise to blog at least every other day. What can I say? I'm not really one to keep promises, am I?
I am back at home, safe, sound, and dying of the sweltering heat. School starts next Monday and I (surprisingly) cannot WAIT to get back. I came back a week ago, but Questa left the next day, presumably to visit her relatives, but I think it was so she wouldn't have to deal with me. (This is where I insert jk jk, where the second "jk" negates the first.) Then Pearlene left, and now I have absolutely NOTHING to do all day long because my parents have work and can't be bothered to take me places, and we have guests over.
While I was in America, I realized that I was (a) not that excited to be there and (b) actually missed home. I did, however, enjoy stuffing my face with strawberries and whipped cream, not because I can't get them here, but because my mother think whipped cream is "unhealthy" and subsequently never buys any.
And then there was the whole aspect of I TOLD MYSELF I'D READ 50 BOOKS BUT I CAN'T READ BECAUSE I SEEM TO HAVE GOTTEN A CASE OF READER'S BLOCK IF THAT
EVEN EXISTS!
So I ended up reading perhaps 10 books in total and now I am ashamed.
Then we went to London. It was ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. I got to see Covent Garden and go on the WB Studio Tour (which, if you didn't know, is a tour of the studio(s) where the Harry Potter films were, well, filmed) and walk on Baker Street and Bond street and see the changing of the guards (which was a bit of a let down just because I couldn't see over people's heads) and so, so much more. Unfortunately, we didn't get time to go to Madame Tussaud's, because apparently they close at 5:30. The most brilliant part was that IT DIDN'T RAIN except for a couple of hours on the last day that we were there. This is London we're talking about! It was clean (because of the Olympics) and amazing (because it's British). WE SAW THE LION KING MUSICAL! IT WAS BRILLIANT! The metro system was my favorite part and I really, seriously would consider moving there just so I could take the metro every. single. day.
And then we took the Channel Express to Paris and the TGV to Marseille and I can't say much, because Marseille really isn't as brilliant as everyone thinks it is. BUT the sea was beautiful, and incredibly blue. I always thought it was jsut computer effects on those postcards. We went back to Paris after a day there, not because we didn't like it, but because we had tickets for the TGV back to Paris.
Paris was pretty, and nice, and fun, but not as awesome as London because it was smoky and not very clean. Also, it we climbed up the Eiffel Tower. That's right. CLIMBED. Mostly because the line to take the elevator was too long, but also because of the sheer thrill. Granted, we only climbed halfway up, but still.
This is a long post. For me, anyway. Maybe I should do this more often. I hate to admit it, but it was fun.
I am back at home, safe, sound, and dying of the sweltering heat. School starts next Monday and I (surprisingly) cannot WAIT to get back. I came back a week ago, but Questa left the next day, presumably to visit her relatives, but I think it was so she wouldn't have to deal with me. (This is where I insert jk jk, where the second "jk" negates the first.) Then Pearlene left, and now I have absolutely NOTHING to do all day long because my parents have work and can't be bothered to take me places, and we have guests over.
While I was in America, I realized that I was (a) not that excited to be there and (b) actually missed home. I did, however, enjoy stuffing my face with strawberries and whipped cream, not because I can't get them here, but because my mother think whipped cream is "unhealthy" and subsequently never buys any.
And then there was the whole aspect of I TOLD MYSELF I'D READ 50 BOOKS BUT I CAN'T READ BECAUSE I SEEM TO HAVE GOTTEN A CASE OF READER'S BLOCK IF THAT
EVEN EXISTS!
So I ended up reading perhaps 10 books in total and now I am ashamed.
Then we went to London. It was ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. I got to see Covent Garden and go on the WB Studio Tour (which, if you didn't know, is a tour of the studio(s) where the Harry Potter films were, well, filmed) and walk on Baker Street and Bond street and see the changing of the guards (which was a bit of a let down just because I couldn't see over people's heads) and so, so much more. Unfortunately, we didn't get time to go to Madame Tussaud's, because apparently they close at 5:30. The most brilliant part was that IT DIDN'T RAIN except for a couple of hours on the last day that we were there. This is London we're talking about! It was clean (because of the Olympics) and amazing (because it's British). WE SAW THE LION KING MUSICAL! IT WAS BRILLIANT! The metro system was my favorite part and I really, seriously would consider moving there just so I could take the metro every. single. day.
And then we took the Channel Express to Paris and the TGV to Marseille and I can't say much, because Marseille really isn't as brilliant as everyone thinks it is. BUT the sea was beautiful, and incredibly blue. I always thought it was jsut computer effects on those postcards. We went back to Paris after a day there, not because we didn't like it, but because we had tickets for the TGV back to Paris.
Paris was pretty, and nice, and fun, but not as awesome as London because it was smoky and not very clean. Also, it we climbed up the Eiffel Tower. That's right. CLIMBED. Mostly because the line to take the elevator was too long, but also because of the sheer thrill. Granted, we only climbed halfway up, but still.
This is a long post. For me, anyway. Maybe I should do this more often. I hate to admit it, but it was fun.
Friday, May 18, 2012
The Utah Diaries?
I'm in Utah! Finally! Actually, I've been here for 2 days. We missed one of our flghts, so we ended up staying a night in Dallas and...well, to cut a long story short, now I'm here, aren't I?
I'm just getting over the jetlag. We went to the public library yesterday and I checked out 15 books! Including an audiobook, Great Expectations. The cousins are at school and I may be stealing one of their laptops to write this post. My father convinced me not to bring my own, but I think that was a bad desicion.
I've decided to review some of the books that I read (or listen to), so get ready for some more book reviews, and not the type that involve The Berenstain Bears and Junie B. Jones. If you want to read something that's not either of those, go read The Mother-Daughter Book Club series. I like it, but you may not, so then a gain, maybe don't.
Anyway, I'm reading A Wind in the Door by Madeleine L'Engle, so I'll probably review that soon. I like Charles Wallace. Don't you?
He is, after all, a genius of somesort
I'm just getting over the jetlag. We went to the public library yesterday and I checked out 15 books! Including an audiobook, Great Expectations. The cousins are at school and I may be stealing one of their laptops to write this post. My father convinced me not to bring my own, but I think that was a bad desicion.
I've decided to review some of the books that I read (or listen to), so get ready for some more book reviews, and not the type that involve The Berenstain Bears and Junie B. Jones. If you want to read something that's not either of those, go read The Mother-Daughter Book Club series. I like it, but you may not, so then a gain, maybe don't.
Anyway, I'm reading A Wind in the Door by Madeleine L'Engle, so I'll probably review that soon. I like Charles Wallace. Don't you?
He is, after all, a genius of somesort
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Summer all the time!
On the first day of Summer, my teacher gave to me
Zero homework so I'm free!
True Story. I could have woken up today whenever I wanted to, but I ended up waking up at 6. That is about to change, though. I refuse to get up before 8. I refuse! It's Summer! All the time! (Well not really.) Anyway, look at this haiku:
Summer, Summer-y
Summer, Summer, Summer-y
Summer, Summer-y
Okay, maybe that was REALLY bad. How about this one?
it's finally time
to ski and to sled down hills
it is winter now
That was a winter haiku. Look at this:
flowers are blooming
glorious colors, it is
time to ring in spring
...Inspired by In Memoriam, Ring out, wild bells. Now a fall one:
red and green falling
leaves from almost naked trees
colors of the wind
But no Summer haiku today. Okay?
I am leaving for Utah in about 20 hours! Huzza!
Zero homework so I'm free!
True Story. I could have woken up today whenever I wanted to, but I ended up waking up at 6. That is about to change, though. I refuse to get up before 8. I refuse! It's Summer! All the time! (Well not really.) Anyway, look at this haiku:
Summer, Summer-y
Summer, Summer, Summer-y
Summer, Summer-y
Okay, maybe that was REALLY bad. How about this one?
it's finally time
to ski and to sled down hills
it is winter now
That was a winter haiku. Look at this:
flowers are blooming
glorious colors, it is
time to ring in spring
...Inspired by In Memoriam, Ring out, wild bells. Now a fall one:
red and green falling
leaves from almost naked trees
colors of the wind
But no Summer haiku today. Okay?
I am leaving for Utah in about 20 hours! Huzza!
I honor you, Summer
And it is finally here! The long awaited! The longed for!
the Summer.
And I am going to be BloggingSummer!
Also on my list is being pen pals with Questa, reading lots and eating more!
Deux petit pois
That is a line. From a poem. That is NOT about peas.
Francis-ing (Where you reply to every question with "I dunno, Francis?") has taken up most of my time, as has studying (not anymore!) and writing bad songs about pumpkins.
It's not Christmas, and it's not snowing. I am slowly melting away due to the scorching heat and my existence at any point in the future is unknown.
In other news, I am going to Utah day after tomorrow, which means I will meet the cousins. I will tell you how that goes.
Goodbye, then!
the Summer.
And I am going to be BloggingSummer!
Also on my list is being pen pals with Questa, reading lots and eating more!
Deux petit pois
That is a line. From a poem. That is NOT about peas.
Francis-ing (Where you reply to every question with "I dunno, Francis?") has taken up most of my time, as has studying (not anymore!) and writing bad songs about pumpkins.
It's not Christmas, and it's not snowing. I am slowly melting away due to the scorching heat and my existence at any point in the future is unknown.
In other news, I am going to Utah day after tomorrow, which means I will meet the cousins. I will tell you how that goes.
Goodbye, then!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Bangles and Business
I bestow upon you a photo of my wrist:
Because it is so much better to waste my time playing with bangles and my ipod than studying business. Also, in less than 24 hours, I will be FREE! Did you hear (read) that? FREE!
Because it is so much better to waste my time playing with bangles and my ipod than studying business. Also, in less than 24 hours, I will be FREE! Did you hear (read) that? FREE!
Business has corrupted my mind so much that the only meaning I can think of for free is something that doesn't cost money. Urgh.
It's so annoying to study when everyone else is not (Because I, in my stupidity, chose business studies instead of IT). They had their exam today morning, which means that they are FREE already while I have to study my head off and go write an exam which will probably get a C due to the fact that my (new) business teacher is somewhat rubbish.
Goodbye now. I hope my teacher doesn't read that.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Aftermath is B.S.
And by B.S. I mean business studies.
Geddit?
After math is business studies. As in the exa-am.
Math was okay. As in OHMYGODIDON'TKNOWHOWWELLIDIDOKAYI'LLSTOP
SCREAMINGNOW
And business studies is my last exa-am which means NO MORE STUDYING! after today and tomorrow.
Also, Paris and London!
Maybe I should go study business now.
Bye.
Geddit?
After math is business studies. As in the exa-am.
Math was okay. As in OHMYGODIDON'TKNOWHOWWELLIDIDOKAYI'LLSTOP
SCREAMINGNOW
And business studies is my last exa-am which means NO MORE STUDYING! after today and tomorrow.
Also, Paris and London!
Maybe I should go study business now.
Bye.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Afterbiology (like aftermath, but not)
3 Biology papers and a visit to the dentist later...
I'm back!
And the next exa-am is ma-ath, which means I can do whatever I want to tomorrow, provided I study for at least an hour.
Also, look at this:
Instant love. (I will take the liberty of saying <3)
Also, how long has it been since you ate a cupcake?
It doesn't matter. Go eat one now.
I'm back!
And the next exa-am is ma-ath, which means I can do whatever I want to tomorrow, provided I study for at least an hour.
Also, look at this:
Also, how long has it been since you ate a cupcake?
It doesn't matter. Go eat one now.
Exa-ams
So I have a biology exam today. Also a visit to the dentist. My next exam is math (say that in a British accent, ma-ath). That means that I DON'T HAVE TO STUDY TOMORROW! Because really, who studies for math?
Anyway, guess what?
Summer is only a few days away (okay, maybe I am skipping a week or two of school) and I will be in Utah at this time next week. With les cousines! And expect blogs at least every other day! With lots of updates about my reading list! Sorry for the exclamation marks. I'm just very excited about summer. Also, Paris and London!
In hindsight, the exclamation marks probably weren't a very good idea. I just read this and I sound like a three-year-old with a bad case of hyperactivity.
Oh well. Maybe that chocolate wasn't such a good idea either.
Anyway, guess what?
Summer is only a few days away (okay, maybe I am skipping a week or two of school) and I will be in Utah at this time next week. With les cousines! And expect blogs at least every other day! With lots of updates about my reading list! Sorry for the exclamation marks. I'm just very excited about summer. Also, Paris and London!
In hindsight, the exclamation marks probably weren't a very good idea. I just read this and I sound like a three-year-old with a bad case of hyperactivity.
Oh well. Maybe that chocolate wasn't such a good idea either.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Plans for the summer (Also, what BTW is not)
Things I ABSOLUTELY have to do this summer (And some I should have done a long time ago):
(I can act like Heidi Klum If I want to.)
- Read the entire LOTR trilogy and hopefully also The Hobbit
- Watch Star Wars (I cannot believe I haven't done this yet)
- Re-learn how to solve a Rubik's cube (It may sound strange, but I used to be able to do it in under a minute)
- Read 50 books! Also write down the names. (One month in Utah with an unlimited public library membership...
ZOO WEE MAMA) - Read at least 5 classics, including:
- Wuthering Heights
- Romeo and Juliet (Does this even count?)
- Emma
- The Scarlet Letter
- Pygmailion
- Write at least 5 songs. (Also possibly write music for one?)
- Paint my nails blue (I have never done this before. Ever.)
- Spend an entire day without wearing shoes. At all.
- Try to blog more without making unnecessary Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Eoin Colfer references.
- Write a story that doesn't end in "And then I woke up"
- Learn how to actually play guitar
- Record a song of mine?
- Bacon, Tomato, Wettuce in a really bad Elmer Fudd voice
(I can act like Heidi Klum If I want to.)
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Dear Gatsby,
Valley of ashes
Formless bodies of
dust
Hollow, empty lives
Devoid of
trust
Reborn from ashes
A pheonix will arise
One which all will
look up to -
This is the Dream
The American Dream
Look up to an
arrogant, self-centered bunch
The do-gooders among them
Are far and few between.
But this is America
You must live the dream
Riches and Opulence
Must be a part of
Who you are
So you can win
the Girl of Gold.
Recreate your virtues
Personality must change
Be willing to sacrifice all that you have -
and ever will.
But beware - you never will fit in
completely
The 'noveau riche' just aren't good enough
for them.
Only they are good enough
for them.
And the men, the men
With their great hulking frames
Will do what it takes
To humor their dames
Unless, of course,
The dames don't please them
In which case the mistress -
She'll be the gem
But try, you may
If it will make you feel better
However, know this -
Many have tried,
Few have succeeded
Don't let this turn you off
It's just a gentle reminder
of what's really out there.
No, nothing's going to happen.
What's the worst thing that could
occur?
Death?
Formless bodies of
dust
Hollow, empty lives
Devoid of
trust
Reborn from ashes
A pheonix will arise
One which all will
look up to -
This is the Dream
The American Dream
Look up to an
arrogant, self-centered bunch
The do-gooders among them
Are far and few between.
But this is America
You must live the dream
Riches and Opulence
Must be a part of
Who you are
So you can win
the Girl of Gold.
Recreate your virtues
Personality must change
Be willing to sacrifice all that you have -
and ever will.
But beware - you never will fit in
completely
The 'noveau riche' just aren't good enough
for them.
Only they are good enough
for them.
And the men, the men
With their great hulking frames
Will do what it takes
To humor their dames
Unless, of course,
The dames don't please them
In which case the mistress -
She'll be the gem
But try, you may
If it will make you feel better
However, know this -
Many have tried,
Few have succeeded
Don't let this turn you off
It's just a gentle reminder
of what's really out there.
No, nothing's going to happen.
What's the worst thing that could
occur?
Death?
It little profits that an idle mind
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Nails and Quails
How now, reader?
I DIDN'T FAIL MY ENGLISH EXAM! Huzza!
In other news, I have a Literature exam on Monday. I think I have prepared relatively well, except for the fact the The Great Gatsby is being a git and not being very easy to understand.
I was bored yesterday, so I painted my nails. Mocha brown. And my ring finger is painted bright red with lots and lots of sparkles. I love sparkles.
Quails do not properly feature in this post, however, because I only put them into the title because 'Nails and Quails' has a nice ring to it. But to make up for the trouble of you havibg to read this post, here is a quote...about quails.
“The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.”
--
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I know, I know. It's an end-of-summer quote. But let's use it for the beginning of summer, shall we? Only one more month till school's out!
I DIDN'T FAIL MY ENGLISH EXAM! Huzza!
In other news, I have a Literature exam on Monday. I think I have prepared relatively well, except for the fact the The Great Gatsby is being a git and not being very easy to understand.
I was bored yesterday, so I painted my nails. Mocha brown. And my ring finger is painted bright red with lots and lots of sparkles. I love sparkles.
Quails do not properly feature in this post, however, because I only put them into the title because 'Nails and Quails' has a nice ring to it. But to make up for the trouble of you havibg to read this post, here is a quote...about quails.
“The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.”
--
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I know, I know. It's an end-of-summer quote. But let's use it for the beginning of summer, shall we? Only one more month till school's out!
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
The fault, my dear, is not in our stars
While my (long) absence was certainly long, it was not uncalled for. There is a little thing in this world called exams that has been bothering me ever since I made the journey into high school.
I have realized, during my numerous sessions of mouth yoga (where you stretch your mouth as wide as you can to see just how much it will open) that I am not really studying all the time, although it definitely feels like I am. Rather, I am thinking about studying all the time which makes it seem like I really am. Swimming has taken a backseat (huzza!) and sadly, so have other things that are not studying, like going on the occasional walk or baking meringues (which are good, by the way, even if they do smell a bit egg-y).
Et pour aggraver les choses, I am not able to decide whether or not my music choice really is my own, and if this is even good. (I don't even know why I am listening to French music, but it's really addicting). And then there's the whole issue of "I'm looking forward to summer so much that I'm not focusing on school, which should be my priority right now". Exams started today. I had to do my oral French exam and my teacher scolded me for wanting to go to Antarctica (Her: What's your dream destination? Me: I want to go to Antarctica. Her: WHY? THE FOOD'S AWFUL THERE!). She also seems to have this problem with this really good Italian restaurant in my area which everyone loves. Apparently, whenever she asks someone their favorite cuisine, they say 'Italian'.
There's also the slight problem with my constant urge to write songs, and most of them are in French (Is that good?) And involve people falling in love with stars (Well, not exactly). Oh, well. My lactose intolerance is getting a bit annoying because I am now forced to eat my cereal with soymilk and who likes soymilk? Bleck.
Also, I'm discovering more music that I like, which is lovely, and more people that I don't like, which is not lovely. School seems to be trying to ruin my life. I've been getting D's in English and Biology, which is pretty awful and the A's in the other subjects aren't doing anything to cheer me up.
Sometimes I feel awful for feeling awful when I don't get highest in the class. It's a very awful feeling (Never would have guessed, would you?). Alas, I think I have run out of things to write. Whatever you do, don't approach my French teacher with Italian food, especially from the Italian restaurant in my neighborhood.
"If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made."
--
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act V Scene I
I have realized, during my numerous sessions of mouth yoga (where you stretch your mouth as wide as you can to see just how much it will open) that I am not really studying all the time, although it definitely feels like I am. Rather, I am thinking about studying all the time which makes it seem like I really am. Swimming has taken a backseat (huzza!) and sadly, so have other things that are not studying, like going on the occasional walk or baking meringues (which are good, by the way, even if they do smell a bit egg-y).
Et pour aggraver les choses, I am not able to decide whether or not my music choice really is my own, and if this is even good. (I don't even know why I am listening to French music, but it's really addicting). And then there's the whole issue of "I'm looking forward to summer so much that I'm not focusing on school, which should be my priority right now". Exams started today. I had to do my oral French exam and my teacher scolded me for wanting to go to Antarctica (Her: What's your dream destination? Me: I want to go to Antarctica. Her: WHY? THE FOOD'S AWFUL THERE!). She also seems to have this problem with this really good Italian restaurant in my area which everyone loves. Apparently, whenever she asks someone their favorite cuisine, they say 'Italian'.
There's also the slight problem with my constant urge to write songs, and most of them are in French (Is that good?) And involve people falling in love with stars (Well, not exactly). Oh, well. My lactose intolerance is getting a bit annoying because I am now forced to eat my cereal with soymilk and who likes soymilk? Bleck.
Also, I'm discovering more music that I like, which is lovely, and more people that I don't like, which is not lovely. School seems to be trying to ruin my life. I've been getting D's in English and Biology, which is pretty awful and the A's in the other subjects aren't doing anything to cheer me up.
Sometimes I feel awful for feeling awful when I don't get highest in the class. It's a very awful feeling (Never would have guessed, would you?). Alas, I think I have run out of things to write. Whatever you do, don't approach my French teacher with Italian food, especially from the Italian restaurant in my neighborhood.
"If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made."
--
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act V Scene I
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Poem: Jump
The grass, the air
The smell of his hair
She thought it smelt like shampoo
But then again, you never knew with men.
Did you?
What would he say?
She thought at night and at day
He'd told her not to worry
That it would all work out in the end
Would it?
She could remember
The fire, the ember
But most of all, those two words
That he'd said before the jump
Join me.
The smell of his hair
She thought it smelt like shampoo
But then again, you never knew with men.
Did you?
What would he say?
She thought at night and at day
He'd told her not to worry
That it would all work out in the end
Would it?
She could remember
The fire, the ember
But most of all, those two words
That he'd said before the jump
Join me.
Poem: We cry diamonds
We cry diamonds
and pearls
roll down your cheeks
until they hit
the ground
and roll
away.
We cry diamonds
hard as ever
cut your cheeks
as they fall.
We cry diamonds
all the treasures
meant to make
you feel
better but
they don't.
Nothing will make
you feel better
when you are
crying diamonds.
and pearls
roll down your cheeks
until they hit
the ground
and roll
away.
We cry diamonds
hard as ever
cut your cheeks
as they fall.
We cry diamonds
all the treasures
meant to make
you feel
better but
they don't.
Nothing will make
you feel better
when you are
crying diamonds.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Do you want to know?
Apparently, I have been tagged.So here are the rules:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Post 12 fun facts about yourself.
3. Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their post and then create 12 new questions for the bloggers you plan to tag.
4. Tag people.
5. Let them know you tagged them.
Twelve things about me that you might have known, and might not have known, depending on how well you know me:
1. I am one of those people who goes out of their way to be mean to people. Not the mean mean, more the 'Oh you want this cookie? I'll eat it then' type. The problem is that sometimes I just can't help being nice to people and it really is a problem because it completely ruins my reputation (do I even have a reputation?)
2. I love love love music. Not mainstream music, because I've found that they're all about love, but they portray it so materially. Some of my favorite artists are Queen, The Beatles, and Simon and Garfunkel. One of the few modern singers that I love is Mindy Gledhill, because she has an amazing voice and she sings about actual love.
3. Sometimes I feel like spinning around on my tippy toes. I'm not a very good dancer (though I did ballet for about two years when I was five). I'm fairly light on my toes, but sometimes I wish I could actually dance so I don't look like an idiot when I try to.
4. I love shoes. And hairbands. And about any other accessory. Rings, earrings, anklets. Except not necklaces. I don't like necklaces at all. They make me feel like I'm trapped inside and I can't escape.
5. My favorite thing to do when I'm not reading is to cook. You could call me a bit of a foodie, but I detest that word. Foodie sounds like you're addicted to it. I'm not addicted to food. I'm passionate about it. There's a difference.
6. If I like a song, I will listen to it again and again until it is permanently drilled into my head. Sometimes I even get sick of them after a while, but that's not the point. Right now, it's All About Your Heart by Mindy Gledhill.
7. I despise the use of improper grammar. I hate it when people typ lyk dis. But most of all, I hate it when people say LOL or LMAO or something equally stupid in real life. Not while chatting, or whatever. When they're talking to someone, face to face, and they say it.
8. I haven't read Twilight fully. I read just about enough for it to turn me off. I know people will be all like "how can you judge it without reading it?" I ... don't really have anything to say to them. Haters gonna hate.
9. I am at my happiest after I have eaten a good meal. I don't really have a favorite cuisine. I like most food, as long as it doesn't involve chunks of raw tomato and/or cilantro.
10. The kids at my school are not very smart and it often gets on my nerves. Ah, well. Maybe I just have a high standard (I don't mean to brag, but I am smarter than most of my class. Especially the boys. They are very dumb. Most of them, at least).
11. I have nice hands (or so I've been told) and I rather like painting my nails outrageous colors just so I can look at them and admire them. I am, unfortunately, not very skilled with a nail-polish brush.
12. I am an incredibly picky and criticizing person. I don't know how my family and friends deal with me.
Twelve questions that Questa gave me:
My 12 questions:
1. Who is your favorite character in any book, movie, poem and so on and why?
2. Does it even seem rational that Paul Simon is not the one with the blond afro and Art Garfunkel is not the one with the short dark hair?
3. What are three reasons why you love your favorite book?
4. Albert Einstein or Isaac Newton?
5. What Hogwarts house are you in?
6. What do you think would have happened if Tom Riddle had gone to Beauxbatons? Don't imagine him in that blue dress that all the girls wear, please.
7. Are you nice to people you don't like? Because you want to be or because you have to?
8. Cats or Dogs?
9. Are you a vegetarian? Is it by choice or by habit?
10. DO YOU WEAR MAKEUP? If you do, I might not like you. Unless you're an adult. But high-schoolers, in my books, shouldn't wear makeup.
11. What is your opinion of the color pink?
12. What is one thing you did that you still feel bad for, even though it wasn't that bad and it was incredibly long ago?
People I am tagging:
1. FRAS
2. Anya
Well, so long, then.
1. You must post the rules.
2. Post 12 fun facts about yourself.
3. Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their post and then create 12 new questions for the bloggers you plan to tag.
4. Tag people.
5. Let them know you tagged them.
Twelve things about me that you might have known, and might not have known, depending on how well you know me:
1. I am one of those people who goes out of their way to be mean to people. Not the mean mean, more the 'Oh you want this cookie? I'll eat it then' type. The problem is that sometimes I just can't help being nice to people and it really is a problem because it completely ruins my reputation (do I even have a reputation?)
2. I love love love music. Not mainstream music, because I've found that they're all about love, but they portray it so materially. Some of my favorite artists are Queen, The Beatles, and Simon and Garfunkel. One of the few modern singers that I love is Mindy Gledhill, because she has an amazing voice and she sings about actual love.
3. Sometimes I feel like spinning around on my tippy toes. I'm not a very good dancer (though I did ballet for about two years when I was five). I'm fairly light on my toes, but sometimes I wish I could actually dance so I don't look like an idiot when I try to.
4. I love shoes. And hairbands. And about any other accessory. Rings, earrings, anklets. Except not necklaces. I don't like necklaces at all. They make me feel like I'm trapped inside and I can't escape.
5. My favorite thing to do when I'm not reading is to cook. You could call me a bit of a foodie, but I detest that word. Foodie sounds like you're addicted to it. I'm not addicted to food. I'm passionate about it. There's a difference.
6. If I like a song, I will listen to it again and again until it is permanently drilled into my head. Sometimes I even get sick of them after a while, but that's not the point. Right now, it's All About Your Heart by Mindy Gledhill.
7. I despise the use of improper grammar. I hate it when people typ lyk dis. But most of all, I hate it when people say LOL or LMAO or something equally stupid in real life. Not while chatting, or whatever. When they're talking to someone, face to face, and they say it.
8. I haven't read Twilight fully. I read just about enough for it to turn me off. I know people will be all like "how can you judge it without reading it?" I ... don't really have anything to say to them. Haters gonna hate.
9. I am at my happiest after I have eaten a good meal. I don't really have a favorite cuisine. I like most food, as long as it doesn't involve chunks of raw tomato and/or cilantro.
10. The kids at my school are not very smart and it often gets on my nerves. Ah, well. Maybe I just have a high standard (I don't mean to brag, but I am smarter than most of my class. Especially the boys. They are very dumb. Most of them, at least).
11. I have nice hands (or so I've been told) and I rather like painting my nails outrageous colors just so I can look at them and admire them. I am, unfortunately, not very skilled with a nail-polish brush.
12. I am an incredibly picky and criticizing person. I don't know how my family and friends deal with me.
Twelve questions that Questa gave me:
1. Would you rather be Superman or Spiderman? In terms of powers, I mean.
Probably Superman (I hear the booing) because I don't find anything attractive about having spider web sprouting from my wrists. This wasn't a very good question to ask me because I have NO interest whatsoever in superheroes.2. Do you think 'quite cool' should be banned?
No. It's quite cool, I think.3. What was the last good book you read?
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.4. Have you even read any bad books? What?
Um...does disappointing count? I found Inkdeath disappointing because the other two books were so good.5. What are your thoughts on cats?
I have allergies, but they're okay, I guess. Not very sociable creatures, are they?6. What would you want your last meal to be?
I'm not sure. Probably just dal with rice, like I've grown up eating as a comfort food.7. If you could act/voice act as any character in any movie, which would you choose?
I wouldn't mind being someone British. I would have to practice my accent though. Probably one of the Patil twins.
8. If you had to describe yourself in one word, which would you choose?
Time.9. If you had to describe yourself with one color, which would you choose? NOT your favorite, mind. The one you think suits you best.
I think a bright aqua, because it's nice, but easy to get sick of.10. Which fictional character would you most like to make your dinner for you and why?
The house elves at Hogwarts because I could have whatever I wanted.11. Heads or tails?
Tails.12. Who would you give your Harry Potter collection to in your will?
Good question. I would probably ask for them to be buried with me since I'll need them close to my heart.My 12 questions:
1. Who is your favorite character in any book, movie, poem and so on and why?
2. Does it even seem rational that Paul Simon is not the one with the blond afro and Art Garfunkel is not the one with the short dark hair?
3. What are three reasons why you love your favorite book?
4. Albert Einstein or Isaac Newton?
5. What Hogwarts house are you in?
6. What do you think would have happened if Tom Riddle had gone to Beauxbatons? Don't imagine him in that blue dress that all the girls wear, please.
7. Are you nice to people you don't like? Because you want to be or because you have to?
8. Cats or Dogs?
9. Are you a vegetarian? Is it by choice or by habit?
10. DO YOU WEAR MAKEUP? If you do, I might not like you. Unless you're an adult. But high-schoolers, in my books, shouldn't wear makeup.
11. What is your opinion of the color pink?
12. What is one thing you did that you still feel bad for, even though it wasn't that bad and it was incredibly long ago?
People I am tagging:
1. FRAS
2. Anya
Well, so long, then.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
In which I rant
So I'm sitting on the couch, with my laptop. The TV is off because I'm not supposed to watch until I finish my homework, which I (obviously) haven't done yet. The couch is green. My brother is home from basketball practice and he's sitting on the other couch which is orange but he's so sweaty that I don't think I'll ever sit on that couch again. It's a shame, really. I like that couch. I'm supposed to be writing an essay about the wave-particle duality of light for school. It's supposed to be fifteen hundred words, out of which I've written nine hundred and sixty seven. The last sentence that I wrote is incomplete because I discovered Blogger and I felt obligated to post after my long absence.
And now I'm sitting on my bed. Almost a half-hour later because my mother found out what I was up to and I had to go back and work on the essay. My comforter has green flowers that are a bit distracting and sometimes make me dizzy. So do concentric circles. Comforter is a funny word. It does its job, I guess, because it is a bit comforting after you've had an awful dinner at a rubbish restaurant. Speaking of which, yesterday I had an awful dinner at a rubbish restaurant.
Today I woke up to water on my face. My father had just washed his hands and of course he had to wake me up just that instant. Sometimes I wake up to the sound of The Beatles because my mother likes to play music in the morning. But more often than not, I'll wake up to the sound of her yelling at me because apparently I already woke up but told her I was going to sleep for another five minutes. Except those five minutes usually turn into thirty minutes and I end up waking at seven thirty, which is late considering school starts at eight.
You could call me a procrastinator, of course. It's Sunday morning and I haven't started my homework. We're going out for lunch at noon and we won't be back until after dinner. So it would be a sensible thing to do my homework before we leave but then again, there's always Monday morning. And while we're talking about mornings, let's talk about Saturday mornings, shall we? Saturday is the worst day of the week. School gets over on Friday and Saturday morning is all no school for two days, yay! So I end up doing something fun. And then at around three o'clock, the truth hits. There is swimming class. Two hours of swimming back and forth when it's a wonderful Saturday and there's oh so much fun stuff that I could have been doing. And to top it all off my mother goes shopping and my friends hang out while I'm stuck at swimming. Three days a week, four to six. Torture.
My word count for the essay is ranging around one thousand and fifty. It's amazing how little I get done when there's something better to do. Right now, that would be blogging. It's not like I enjoy blogging. It's more like a little nook that I can escape to when I have an essay to write and a poster to draw and a project on drugs. Biology is a complete waste of time. Now, I know a fair share of people who would disagree and say something about how I'm going to need it later on in life and then say that math is the actual waste of time because when are you ever going to use any of the trig functions in real life. Well, at least math is interesting. Biology is one of those subjects that sends you straight to sleep. The most interesting chapter in my Biology textbook is probably the one about the brain. That's the only reason I've been staying awake in class for the past week.
Exams are coming up soon and I really should start studying but I can bring myself to actually do it. The stress hasn't set in yet. I'm like 'oh, there's a whole two months left', but there are almost ten chapters in each of the eight subjects. So there's about eighty chapters that I have to study if I want to have the slightest chance of getting good grades.
And now my father's banging on my bedroom door telling me to get out of the shower (which is what I should be doing right now, really) so I'd better go.
And now I'm sitting on my bed. Almost a half-hour later because my mother found out what I was up to and I had to go back and work on the essay. My comforter has green flowers that are a bit distracting and sometimes make me dizzy. So do concentric circles. Comforter is a funny word. It does its job, I guess, because it is a bit comforting after you've had an awful dinner at a rubbish restaurant. Speaking of which, yesterday I had an awful dinner at a rubbish restaurant.
Today I woke up to water on my face. My father had just washed his hands and of course he had to wake me up just that instant. Sometimes I wake up to the sound of The Beatles because my mother likes to play music in the morning. But more often than not, I'll wake up to the sound of her yelling at me because apparently I already woke up but told her I was going to sleep for another five minutes. Except those five minutes usually turn into thirty minutes and I end up waking at seven thirty, which is late considering school starts at eight.
You could call me a procrastinator, of course. It's Sunday morning and I haven't started my homework. We're going out for lunch at noon and we won't be back until after dinner. So it would be a sensible thing to do my homework before we leave but then again, there's always Monday morning. And while we're talking about mornings, let's talk about Saturday mornings, shall we? Saturday is the worst day of the week. School gets over on Friday and Saturday morning is all no school for two days, yay! So I end up doing something fun. And then at around three o'clock, the truth hits. There is swimming class. Two hours of swimming back and forth when it's a wonderful Saturday and there's oh so much fun stuff that I could have been doing. And to top it all off my mother goes shopping and my friends hang out while I'm stuck at swimming. Three days a week, four to six. Torture.
My word count for the essay is ranging around one thousand and fifty. It's amazing how little I get done when there's something better to do. Right now, that would be blogging. It's not like I enjoy blogging. It's more like a little nook that I can escape to when I have an essay to write and a poster to draw and a project on drugs. Biology is a complete waste of time. Now, I know a fair share of people who would disagree and say something about how I'm going to need it later on in life and then say that math is the actual waste of time because when are you ever going to use any of the trig functions in real life. Well, at least math is interesting. Biology is one of those subjects that sends you straight to sleep. The most interesting chapter in my Biology textbook is probably the one about the brain. That's the only reason I've been staying awake in class for the past week.
Exams are coming up soon and I really should start studying but I can bring myself to actually do it. The stress hasn't set in yet. I'm like 'oh, there's a whole two months left', but there are almost ten chapters in each of the eight subjects. So there's about eighty chapters that I have to study if I want to have the slightest chance of getting good grades.
And now my father's banging on my bedroom door telling me to get out of the shower (which is what I should be doing right now, really) so I'd better go.
Oh my god, I haven't seen you in weeks!
That's how the girls in my school talk. On Mondays. After, let's see...two days of not seeing each other. TWO DAYS. Seriously?Let's get down to business (To defeat the Huns). My excuse for today is that for some reason, all of my teahers have decided to give us assignments. At once. So I have an essay on The Lady of Shalott, a poster that I have to draw for MATH CLASS (Yes. A poster for math class. What is this, kindergaten?), and a so-called 'practice' for the extended essay in IB. And on top of that, the Biology teacher wants us to do a project on the use of drugs in sports, and another on something related to vision (I think).
That was a long excuse. Ah, well.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Why I'm not popular and probably won't ever be :)
Before you read this, you should know the following:
-I don't live in America.
-But most of the kids in my school (including me) are from America.
-And for some stupid reason, popularity is directly associated with one's connection with America, including clothes, books, and even food from the States.
The popularity at our school is largely represented by whether or not you wear visible, school-regulation socks. I’m pretty sure there are a bunch of people who don’t wear socks at all, but stinky feet must be a small price to pay for popularity. And while this will probably leave me deemed unpopular for life – and maybe even afterlife, I’ve realized that there are things that matter more than popularity. Like cupcakes. Which brings me to something that happened yesterday. Someone brought brownies to school. They were an immediate hit. Which is why everyone wanted one. Everyone. So when someone dropped a brownie on the floor, there were a series of gasps. And the brownie was picked up. And popped in to the mouth of the girl who had dropped it. She said, and I quote, “They’re from America. I don’t care.” Whether or not it was from America is irrelevant. One. Does. Not. Eat. Food. Off. The. Floor. Do you see what I have to deal with every day at school? I am not obsessed with America. I woud never eat a brownie of the floor. I probably wouldn't be okay with stinky feet, either.
Which is why I'm not popular.
But I'm fine with that.
-I don't live in America.
-But most of the kids in my school (including me) are from America.
-And for some stupid reason, popularity is directly associated with one's connection with America, including clothes, books, and even food from the States.
The popularity at our school is largely represented by whether or not you wear visible, school-regulation socks. I’m pretty sure there are a bunch of people who don’t wear socks at all, but stinky feet must be a small price to pay for popularity. And while this will probably leave me deemed unpopular for life – and maybe even afterlife, I’ve realized that there are things that matter more than popularity. Like cupcakes. Which brings me to something that happened yesterday. Someone brought brownies to school. They were an immediate hit. Which is why everyone wanted one. Everyone. So when someone dropped a brownie on the floor, there were a series of gasps. And the brownie was picked up. And popped in to the mouth of the girl who had dropped it. She said, and I quote, “They’re from America. I don’t care.” Whether or not it was from America is irrelevant. One. Does. Not. Eat. Food. Off. The. Floor. Do you see what I have to deal with every day at school? I am not obsessed with America. I woud never eat a brownie of the floor. I probably wouldn't be okay with stinky feet, either.
Which is why I'm not popular.
But I'm fine with that.
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