So I'm back at college finally. I am really grateful to have something to do with my life again and to actually learn. I've always been odd like that. A lot of my friends hate school because they have to go to class. I hated school often enough too but never because of my classes (granted I had classes I've hated before but they aren't the main cause of my dislike of high school). I am getting to take piano class and actually learn how to play as well as an Arthurian Literature class. I get to geek out in that class and I love it.
I've also missed my friends and living in a dorm but I've not missed the community bathrooms. Never the community bathrooms.
I also discovered that one of my friends here at school is a nerdfighter. Which is funny since I've known her now for a semester and didn't even know that. I guess we just gravitate towards each other haha. She was showing me her nook (or kindle I'm not sure which) and I saw the TFIOS cover and freaked out a little bit. And sure enough she's a nerdfighter. I finally have someone I can geek out with in person about all of this.
It makes me extremely happy :)
DFTBA,
Sarah
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
One Day
Well I don't know if I have said this but I live in Portland Oregon. A stop on the Tour De Nerdfighting tour with John and Hank Green
(If you don't know who they are... How did you find us? And if you don't know GOOGLE IT Vlogbrothers)
So in less then 13 hours I will be up and getting ready to go stand in line for a couple hours so I can go stand in another line for 6 hours to get a book signed and I can tell them one thing :D
I'm so excited. I'm Just. So. Excited
What else is new (Not like anyone wants to hear about the sub average life of mine) but I am in the Pit to Hairspray for my High school production of it! I will be playing silly little percussion items that are really importand and if I screw up it sounds not as good but no pressure.
AHHH
Then I had finals last week... and to be honest I am not that great at school. I am not stupid I just don't like to turn things in on time and stuff like that. Which makes school hard for me.
It's my Hamartia.
So I am waiting for the results of my finals which makes me on edge all of the time.
I'll tell John and Bank DFTBA from all of you at Justified confusion.
For now, DFTBA
and Best Wishes
~Becky
(If you don't know who they are... How did you find us? And if you don't know GOOGLE IT Vlogbrothers)
So in less then 13 hours I will be up and getting ready to go stand in line for a couple hours so I can go stand in another line for 6 hours to get a book signed and I can tell them one thing :D
I'm so excited. I'm Just. So. Excited
What else is new (Not like anyone wants to hear about the sub average life of mine) but I am in the Pit to Hairspray for my High school production of it! I will be playing silly little percussion items that are really importand and if I screw up it sounds not as good but no pressure.
AHHH
Then I had finals last week... and to be honest I am not that great at school. I am not stupid I just don't like to turn things in on time and stuff like that. Which makes school hard for me.
It's my Hamartia.
So I am waiting for the results of my finals which makes me on edge all of the time.
I'll tell John and Bank DFTBA from all of you at Justified confusion.
For now, DFTBA
and Best Wishes
~Becky
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tin Matt Smith
This is my Matt Smith, judge accordingly. He is part of an art project for school that should be up shortly for it is pretty nerdfightastic.
TIN MAN'S GOT NOTHING ON HIM!
Not very huggable
I met some girl a couple weeks ago. I won't tell you her real name first of all because it would impossible to pronounce and second because I would love to call her 'The Girl With The Pink Hair' for the obvious reason that she has pink hair.
So, as I said before, I met her a couple of weeks ago at school. My school counts only 650 students so you’re wondering, ‘how in the hell could you miss someone with pink hair?’ Well, her story is long and not very good table-conversation so I will just say that she attends school only one hour a week which is on Wednesday from 9:00 to 9:50.
So I’ve seen her for the third time now and because we have a mutual best friend (Lucy) I got to say hello and to add some things to the conversation.
Lucy felt rather sick, The Girl With The Pink Hair was done with her hour and I had a free hour so the three of us walked together to get our bikes and go home. Unfortunately, The Girl With The Pink Hair would go the other way so we said goodbye near school. She and Lucy hugged each other and than she turned to me.
Now, we don’t know each other that well but I have to admit that I expected her to hug me, in fact, I was looking forward to that. Instead, she just waved at me and turned the other way.
This brings us to the point were I will confess that I am not a hugger. I’m not very huggable and that doesn’t mean that I don’t like hugging people or being hugged by people, it just means that I can’t hug people. For some strange reason I can’t bring myself to wrap my arms around someone.
It’s really weird, I love the feeling of having someone close to me, my arms tightly gripped around them but I just can’t bring myself in giving someone a hug.
So, for anyone who will ever meet me. Just step towards me and hug me because I can’t do that despite the fact that I’d love to.
W.
So, as I said before, I met her a couple of weeks ago at school. My school counts only 650 students so you’re wondering, ‘how in the hell could you miss someone with pink hair?’ Well, her story is long and not very good table-conversation so I will just say that she attends school only one hour a week which is on Wednesday from 9:00 to 9:50.
So I’ve seen her for the third time now and because we have a mutual best friend (Lucy) I got to say hello and to add some things to the conversation.
Lucy felt rather sick, The Girl With The Pink Hair was done with her hour and I had a free hour so the three of us walked together to get our bikes and go home. Unfortunately, The Girl With The Pink Hair would go the other way so we said goodbye near school. She and Lucy hugged each other and than she turned to me.
Now, we don’t know each other that well but I have to admit that I expected her to hug me, in fact, I was looking forward to that. Instead, she just waved at me and turned the other way.
This brings us to the point were I will confess that I am not a hugger. I’m not very huggable and that doesn’t mean that I don’t like hugging people or being hugged by people, it just means that I can’t hug people. For some strange reason I can’t bring myself to wrap my arms around someone.
It’s really weird, I love the feeling of having someone close to me, my arms tightly gripped around them but I just can’t bring myself in giving someone a hug.
So, for anyone who will ever meet me. Just step towards me and hug me because I can’t do that despite the fact that I’d love to.
W.
Fail.
So, this week at my school it's finals week...
I loath Finals like Molly Ringwalds character in Sixteen candles loathes the bus. But really I am really lucky when it comes to tests because I can do them well. For some reason I thrive under extream pressure.
Take music for example.
I manage to practice practice practice and I always mess up on something but I rehearse it soooo well thinking though every move I make, that I don't mess up.
It's kind of like a dance that I plan. Same with tests... flip, read, yawn, scribble, think, look at clock, tap foot, chew eraser, answer question. And Most importantly I am highly superstitious so I have an outfit I wear.
My sisters Vans that she got but she doesn't like anymore, Knee high socks, jeans, Disneyland sweatshirt and a Disneyland or Disney company pencil.
But I am really stressed because the test I took today that was REALLY important I had to use a Number 2 pencil and I don't know if my lucky pencil of the day was a number two or not O.o
I bet this was fun to read.. well if you made it to the end give yourself a pat on the back.
DFTBA
Best wishes
I loath Finals like Molly Ringwalds character in Sixteen candles loathes the bus. But really I am really lucky when it comes to tests because I can do them well. For some reason I thrive under extream pressure.
Take music for example.
I manage to practice practice practice and I always mess up on something but I rehearse it soooo well thinking though every move I make, that I don't mess up.
It's kind of like a dance that I plan. Same with tests... flip, read, yawn, scribble, think, look at clock, tap foot, chew eraser, answer question. And Most importantly I am highly superstitious so I have an outfit I wear.
My sisters Vans that she got but she doesn't like anymore, Knee high socks, jeans, Disneyland sweatshirt and a Disneyland or Disney company pencil.
But I am really stressed because the test I took today that was REALLY important I had to use a Number 2 pencil and I don't know if my lucky pencil of the day was a number two or not O.o
I bet this was fun to read.. well if you made it to the end give yourself a pat on the back.
DFTBA
Best wishes
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Pavlov's Dogs.
Ivan Pavlov was a Russian Mathematician, but I believe he is most famous for his study on the psychological phenomenon of conditioned response.
A stimulus (a change in the environment) causes particular reflex responses. But animals learn to produce the same response to new stimulus'.
Pavlov discovered that dogs would salivate every time they smelt food, this is a reflex response. Pavlov experimented by ringing a bell before the dogs were given their food. After repeating this experiment for a while, Pavlov noticed that the dogs would salivate every time they heard the bell ring. This is a conditioned reflex.
What does Pavlov's Dog have to do with this blog? I hear you ask. Absolutely nothing.
The only reason I am posting a blog about it is because my Biology teacher told us that writing things down helps us remember things.
So thank you Justified Confusion, you're helping me pass a GCSE Biology Exam.
dftba
Rachel.
A stimulus (a change in the environment) causes particular reflex responses. But animals learn to produce the same response to new stimulus'.
Pavlov discovered that dogs would salivate every time they smelt food, this is a reflex response. Pavlov experimented by ringing a bell before the dogs were given their food. After repeating this experiment for a while, Pavlov noticed that the dogs would salivate every time they heard the bell ring. This is a conditioned reflex.
What does Pavlov's Dog have to do with this blog? I hear you ask. Absolutely nothing.
The only reason I am posting a blog about it is because my Biology teacher told us that writing things down helps us remember things.
So thank you Justified Confusion, you're helping me pass a GCSE Biology Exam.
dftba
Rachel.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
What's new...
Well... so far I am really bad at posting on this thing a lot.
Oh well I guess it is a treat when I do decide to grace you with my posts. Well things that are going on with me. I hav Finals next week and if I do poorly there is a chance that I might fail my first class... but I don't want to think about that.
I have a big small group preformance for my Band final.. I don't want to think about that either.
Or the fact that I am going to be playing in the pit for my school's musical preformance of Hairspray and the music is really hard and I am- Don't want to think about that either.
The fact that I get to meet John and Hank in eight days when the, TFIOS bus comes to town -don't want to think about that because it makes my stomache filp to think about it
My Band trip to Disneyland that is in 61 Days (Not that I am counting)
SO... I think I am going to talk about The Fault in Our Stars...
I read that someone else wrote something about it... so I am going to write something about it too because, I want to.
So far, I have been reading the book for three days and I am 3/4 through the book. It may be to early for me to call something but.
This book is great. Absolutly great. It makes me laugh, cry, burst out in anger and most of all Think.
That is the thing I love about Johns books they hit you on a emotional level that makes you think about things that happen all the time. Looking for Alaska made me question the worth of living, an Abundance of Katherines told me to reach for greatness Paper towns (haven't finished it yet) And so far,
TFIOS has made me think about what makes a life a worthy life to live. Is it to be great, to have friends, have memories, have thought... Which are all great messages that need to be sent to the teenagers of today.
That is is OKAY to be awkward, and it is OKAY to feel like you're stupid and worthless and that you don't want to go on and that it's part of being a teenager to want to quit but we can't.
Take a message from the women of John Greens novels.
Take chances and be happy about them because that's what makes life great.
Tomorrow my goal is to finish the book. I'll tell you what I think but I am sure I am going to have the same opinion in the end.
DFTBA
best wishes.
Oh well I guess it is a treat when I do decide to grace you with my posts. Well things that are going on with me. I hav Finals next week and if I do poorly there is a chance that I might fail my first class... but I don't want to think about that.
I have a big small group preformance for my Band final.. I don't want to think about that either.
Or the fact that I am going to be playing in the pit for my school's musical preformance of Hairspray and the music is really hard and I am- Don't want to think about that either.
The fact that I get to meet John and Hank in eight days when the, TFIOS bus comes to town -don't want to think about that because it makes my stomache filp to think about it
My Band trip to Disneyland that is in 61 Days (Not that I am counting)
SO... I think I am going to talk about The Fault in Our Stars...
I read that someone else wrote something about it... so I am going to write something about it too because, I want to.
So far, I have been reading the book for three days and I am 3/4 through the book. It may be to early for me to call something but.
This book is great. Absolutly great. It makes me laugh, cry, burst out in anger and most of all Think.
That is the thing I love about Johns books they hit you on a emotional level that makes you think about things that happen all the time. Looking for Alaska made me question the worth of living, an Abundance of Katherines told me to reach for greatness Paper towns (haven't finished it yet) And so far,
TFIOS has made me think about what makes a life a worthy life to live. Is it to be great, to have friends, have memories, have thought... Which are all great messages that need to be sent to the teenagers of today.
That is is OKAY to be awkward, and it is OKAY to feel like you're stupid and worthless and that you don't want to go on and that it's part of being a teenager to want to quit but we can't.
Take a message from the women of John Greens novels.
Take chances and be happy about them because that's what makes life great.
Tomorrow my goal is to finish the book. I'll tell you what I think but I am sure I am going to have the same opinion in the end.
DFTBA
best wishes.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Lucky
For most of my life I was lucky enough to have a friend who was constant no matter what I went through. She always was there for me and loved me unconditionally. But that's what pets do normally if you treat them right.
Her name is Lucky. We got her when I was in kindergarten I think. When I was around 4 or 5 probably. I remember going to get her. The family we bought her from had a bunch of border collie puppies. But she was special. Well, at least a little more special than her litter mates.
Lucky wasn't breathing when she was born. She was given CPR (or something along that matter) and she lived. She was the smallest puppy in the litter. That's why she was called Lucky. Because she was so sick when she was first born she lived in the house with the family and their son (about the same age as me at that point or a few years older). I remember the son was mad that she was the one that we wanted out of the whole litter. When I think back on it now, I feel sad that we took her from him but blessed that I had her in my life.
We grew up together. She'd pull me down the road while I was on roller blades and we'd share my ice cream cones (gross now that I think about it) and eat bubbles and romp around with me. She chased out cats and got into general dog related mischief.
Lucky stayed with us when we moved to a different state. The transition to a large house with a yard to a small townhouse with no yard didn't go too well. Border Collies are running dogs. And even though she was older she still needed more space than we had to offer. So she went to live with my grandparents in another town. That was awful, being separated from her. We could only visit her a few times a month because my parents were working to find a house for us to live in. I think her living away from us made it is we missed the better years of her adult life.
After we finally secured a house she came back to live with us (almost 2 years away from her). Lucky was not a puppy any more though. She wasn't young either. She'd walk different cause of her arthritis and got tired quickly. Soon she got to where she couldn't walk up stairs without falling or being carried.
Those were the worst years. Her skin became very sensitive so we couldn't brush her or play with her too hard. She'd sleep a lot. Soon my dad was taking her to the vet more often.
I had to prepare myself. I knew within the next few years Lucky wasn't going to be with us any more.
She was with us for a little over 3 years in the new house. It was some time after my birthday, but before I graduated that she took a turn for the worst. My dad was dragging it out (he was closest to her probably though we were all really close to that dog). I got mad at him a lot cause I was tired. I was tired of watching my friend die. But I was even more tired of seeing how she hurt so much and that my parents were allowing it because they didn't want to take her to the vet yet. Thinking maybe the new medicine would work maybe she'll get better.
I was sitting in my ceramics class when my teacher got a call from the office saying I was dismissed for the day. (it was pretty early in the morning and I only went to school for only half the day till 10:15 so I was surprised). But it hit me before I even left the class. Something was wrong. My sister was called out to leave and I met her while walking to the front of the school. My mom was there and she was crying. And then I knew.
Lucky was 14 years old. The vet said she probably had blood cancer (along with other complications as well). She had just given up. You could see it in her face when we got home. My parents let us say bye to her before they took her to the vet. It was the worst feeling of my life. I had already experienced it once with one of my cats in 8th grade (she was 19 and that was awful having to let her go). And to go through it again when I was older and understood more was awful. I loved that dog so much.
I still love her even today. She grew up with me and I grew up with her. Having a pet is one of the best and worst things that a person could ever experience. To love someone so much but then to experience that great loss. Some people might not understand this feeling if their pets aren't considered to be more like family like the pets in our house are. But that's okay cause it varies across the board.
I wanted to write this as a response to Becky's update on yourpants about her dog Buddy. I wanted to say that I know what you are going through and how awful it is. I wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss. I also wanted to write this so I could come to terms with my loss. (I am crying right now and I am sure I look extremely unattractive and all snotty and blotchy faced). I miss Lucky so much but I'll never forget her.
I am not going to say that losing your pet is easy and coming to terms with it will be easy as well. Cause I would be a liar if I did. It's not easy. In fact it is an extremely unpleasant experience that I am very unwilling to repeat in the near future. Coping will be hard and will take time. Probably lot's of it.
Becky, I hope that you and your family are as okay as you can be during this time. Though the end is awful, the journey up to that point makes it worth while.
Lucky, I love and miss you, you stinkin' crazy dog. Thank you for being my dog and for letting me be your owner. But more importantly, thank you for making me happy when I was sad. Thank you for being my friend.
DFTBA
-Sarah
^ my stupid dog whom I love and miss very much :')
p.s. I can't stop flippin crying! haha But I think I feel better for having written this. It's a bit late cause it was a bit much for me to handle trying to write this and reliving all the emotions. (I had intended to have it up the night Becky posted her status about her dog on yourpants.....sorry I failed on that part :/ ) But anywhooooo. Thanks for putting up with me and all my blubbering everyone.
Her name is Lucky. We got her when I was in kindergarten I think. When I was around 4 or 5 probably. I remember going to get her. The family we bought her from had a bunch of border collie puppies. But she was special. Well, at least a little more special than her litter mates.
Lucky wasn't breathing when she was born. She was given CPR (or something along that matter) and she lived. She was the smallest puppy in the litter. That's why she was called Lucky. Because she was so sick when she was first born she lived in the house with the family and their son (about the same age as me at that point or a few years older). I remember the son was mad that she was the one that we wanted out of the whole litter. When I think back on it now, I feel sad that we took her from him but blessed that I had her in my life.
We grew up together. She'd pull me down the road while I was on roller blades and we'd share my ice cream cones (gross now that I think about it) and eat bubbles and romp around with me. She chased out cats and got into general dog related mischief.
Lucky stayed with us when we moved to a different state. The transition to a large house with a yard to a small townhouse with no yard didn't go too well. Border Collies are running dogs. And even though she was older she still needed more space than we had to offer. So she went to live with my grandparents in another town. That was awful, being separated from her. We could only visit her a few times a month because my parents were working to find a house for us to live in. I think her living away from us made it is we missed the better years of her adult life.
After we finally secured a house she came back to live with us (almost 2 years away from her). Lucky was not a puppy any more though. She wasn't young either. She'd walk different cause of her arthritis and got tired quickly. Soon she got to where she couldn't walk up stairs without falling or being carried.
Those were the worst years. Her skin became very sensitive so we couldn't brush her or play with her too hard. She'd sleep a lot. Soon my dad was taking her to the vet more often.
I had to prepare myself. I knew within the next few years Lucky wasn't going to be with us any more.
She was with us for a little over 3 years in the new house. It was some time after my birthday, but before I graduated that she took a turn for the worst. My dad was dragging it out (he was closest to her probably though we were all really close to that dog). I got mad at him a lot cause I was tired. I was tired of watching my friend die. But I was even more tired of seeing how she hurt so much and that my parents were allowing it because they didn't want to take her to the vet yet. Thinking maybe the new medicine would work maybe she'll get better.
I was sitting in my ceramics class when my teacher got a call from the office saying I was dismissed for the day. (it was pretty early in the morning and I only went to school for only half the day till 10:15 so I was surprised). But it hit me before I even left the class. Something was wrong. My sister was called out to leave and I met her while walking to the front of the school. My mom was there and she was crying. And then I knew.
Lucky was 14 years old. The vet said she probably had blood cancer (along with other complications as well). She had just given up. You could see it in her face when we got home. My parents let us say bye to her before they took her to the vet. It was the worst feeling of my life. I had already experienced it once with one of my cats in 8th grade (she was 19 and that was awful having to let her go). And to go through it again when I was older and understood more was awful. I loved that dog so much.
I still love her even today. She grew up with me and I grew up with her. Having a pet is one of the best and worst things that a person could ever experience. To love someone so much but then to experience that great loss. Some people might not understand this feeling if their pets aren't considered to be more like family like the pets in our house are. But that's okay cause it varies across the board.
I wanted to write this as a response to Becky's update on yourpants about her dog Buddy. I wanted to say that I know what you are going through and how awful it is. I wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss. I also wanted to write this so I could come to terms with my loss. (I am crying right now and I am sure I look extremely unattractive and all snotty and blotchy faced). I miss Lucky so much but I'll never forget her.
I am not going to say that losing your pet is easy and coming to terms with it will be easy as well. Cause I would be a liar if I did. It's not easy. In fact it is an extremely unpleasant experience that I am very unwilling to repeat in the near future. Coping will be hard and will take time. Probably lot's of it.
Becky, I hope that you and your family are as okay as you can be during this time. Though the end is awful, the journey up to that point makes it worth while.
Lucky, I love and miss you, you stinkin' crazy dog. Thank you for being my dog and for letting me be your owner. But more importantly, thank you for making me happy when I was sad. Thank you for being my friend.
DFTBA
-Sarah
^ my stupid dog whom I love and miss very much :')
p.s. I can't stop flippin crying! haha But I think I feel better for having written this. It's a bit late cause it was a bit much for me to handle trying to write this and reliving all the emotions. (I had intended to have it up the night Becky posted her status about her dog on yourpants.....sorry I failed on that part :/ ) But anywhooooo. Thanks for putting up with me and all my blubbering everyone.
What makes me "me"
I am many things. The things that define "me" often depend on who is looking at me.
Some will say I'm human.
Some will say I'm a red head.
Some will say I'm tall.
Some will say I'm an artist.
Some will say I'm smart.
Some will say I'm dumb.
Some will say I am motivated.
Some will say I'm lazy.
Some will say I'm accomplished.
Some will say I'm a failure.
Some will say I'm pretty.
Some will say I'm ugly.
These things all define who I am at some point within my life. I am never just "one thing" and neither is the rest of the humans within the world's population. To define a person is very difficult because people are not constant. People are ever changing. Even the person who finds themselves to be the most stationary and resistant to change is unable to avoid it.
I am a conglomerate of many many things both good and bad.
But if you were to ask me right now what exactly I am made of, my answer would be fear.
-Sarah
Some will say I'm human.
Some will say I'm a red head.
Some will say I'm tall.
Some will say I'm an artist.
Some will say I'm smart.
Some will say I'm dumb.
Some will say I am motivated.
Some will say I'm lazy.
Some will say I'm accomplished.
Some will say I'm a failure.
Some will say I'm pretty.
Some will say I'm ugly.
These things all define who I am at some point within my life. I am never just "one thing" and neither is the rest of the humans within the world's population. To define a person is very difficult because people are not constant. People are ever changing. Even the person who finds themselves to be the most stationary and resistant to change is unable to avoid it.
I am a conglomerate of many many things both good and bad.
But if you were to ask me right now what exactly I am made of, my answer would be fear.
-Sarah
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
What Makes Me, Me?
I didn't realize how hard it would be to write this until I started thinking about who I am.
Someone once said that we're defined by the communities we're part of and the communities we aren't a part of.
But my question is: What if you feel like you're not a part of any community you're in? What if even nerdfighteria is sometimes strange and weird and what if you don't feel connected to all the people within your own community? Will that make you an outcast? Will that make me an outcast?
I can only say that I try to make myself unique by doing things no other person does. I always carry my green bag with me so I will always see what happens to the stuff I care about.
I don't care about clothing anymore not because I don't like looking good but because I can't remember that one time when my clothing brought me any further than I already was.
I try to make a change in what ever I do, make people see the things as I see them but I haven't and probably never will find someone who is the same as me.
What makes me, me? I can only say that my thoughts created what I am today.
'And what are you exactly?' You're asking now...
'Lonely.' I'll answer.
W.
Someone once said that we're defined by the communities we're part of and the communities we aren't a part of.
But my question is: What if you feel like you're not a part of any community you're in? What if even nerdfighteria is sometimes strange and weird and what if you don't feel connected to all the people within your own community? Will that make you an outcast? Will that make me an outcast?
I can only say that I try to make myself unique by doing things no other person does. I always carry my green bag with me so I will always see what happens to the stuff I care about.
I don't care about clothing anymore not because I don't like looking good but because I can't remember that one time when my clothing brought me any further than I already was.
I try to make a change in what ever I do, make people see the things as I see them but I haven't and probably never will find someone who is the same as me.
What makes me, me? I can only say that my thoughts created what I am today.
'And what are you exactly?' You're asking now...
'Lonely.' I'll answer.
W.
Monday, January 16, 2012
My Perspective
I know this seems like a strange picture to use to represent me, but I suppose I just believe in perspective, and that is the main theme of this drawing.
There are also two artistic shout outs with this, but I'm going to be the only one to understand these. It's the privilege of the artist.
Sincerely yours,
Kelly
Friday, January 13, 2012
What makes me, me.
Unfortunately I can only see my life in first person. Everything that "makes me, me" is utterly biased. I cannot see my own life in all it's horrific honestly.
If I attempted to tell you what makes me, me then whatever I wrote would be the lies that I see everyday.
So how do I know who I really am if I've never met me?
-Rachel.
If I attempted to tell you what makes me, me then whatever I wrote would be the lies that I see everyday.
So how do I know who I really am if I've never met me?
-Rachel.
The Fault in Our Stars
I cannot even begin to explain how I feel after reading this book. In fact, I don't know if I can even comprehend this emotion that I am currently experiencing having just read this book.
Just know this John Green, you are the first person to ever truly break my heart. And for that I am grateful. For I do not believe that it could have been broken in a more beautiful way than through the words you pieced together to form this book.
I don't know if you will ever read this but thank you.
DFTBA
Sarah
Just know this John Green, you are the first person to ever truly break my heart. And for that I am grateful. For I do not believe that it could have been broken in a more beautiful way than through the words you pieced together to form this book.
I don't know if you will ever read this but thank you.
DFTBA
Sarah
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Me
Hungry for knowledge
Thirsting for truth
This is me
Enjoying every moment
Performing every chance
This is me
Addicted to books
Addicted to music
This is my life
I'm not perfect, but i strive to be
I'm not normal, but I'm proud to be weird
This is my life
I'm doing this collab bloc
To get my stuff published
This is me
I go to school
All. Day. Long.
This is my life
Because I go to school. All. Day. Long.
I stay up. All. Night. Long.
This is me
A Nerdfighter
A performer
And a gamer
That is me, that is my life
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
As Time Goes By
My life story is a simple one. Not to much struggle, not to many challenges to overcome but like everyone it has those moments that take you back and make you think... Huh, so that's what sucks about growing up.
In Elementry school for as long as I can remember I had this friend... Let us call her Julia. Julia and I were very good friends, we sat together on the bus every day, talked about Hannah Montana and High School Musicals as did most 5th graders in 2006.
Once we got to eh... sixth grade there was a large seperation. Before then I Was a semi popular kid even though I wasn't the leanest person in the class or the smartest or the fastest. It was when friend ship was based on an appreciation of who that person was not who they hung out with.
Julia and I never had a last stand where we fought and like a cliche said, "Well I guess we aren't friends anymore" It was gradual. We didn't have any classes together for three years.
This year it turns out I have English with Julia and we don't talk at all. Not even a how was your summer.
She posted this song on YouTube that she had written and wrote. At first I have to be honest I was like. What a stupid teenager thing to do recording yourself singing. But I watched it and I was like Holy Shit. This is a good song. My Nerdfighter band should cover this!
But then I thought. I haven't had a conversation with Julia in 5 years! How is she going to react when I say. "I want to make a cover of your song you posted on Facebook the other day."
But I posted it on her video not saying that it was me but saying that I wanted to do this because it was a good song and easy for my group to cover.
If you want to see the video here it is;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Aqg1rYtVU0&feature=youtu.be
You can post something like Becky sent me if you really want...
Well I guess the whole thing makes me sad because it doesn't make me sad... I don't miss my friendship with her but it isn't like I would decline a friendship. We are just to ships departing in two different directions, to two different meaning of a happy life as terribly poetic that sound. It's true.
I'll be sure to let you guys know what happens with it but DFTBA
And
Awkwardly
Best Wishes...
In Elementry school for as long as I can remember I had this friend... Let us call her Julia. Julia and I were very good friends, we sat together on the bus every day, talked about Hannah Montana and High School Musicals as did most 5th graders in 2006.
Once we got to eh... sixth grade there was a large seperation. Before then I Was a semi popular kid even though I wasn't the leanest person in the class or the smartest or the fastest. It was when friend ship was based on an appreciation of who that person was not who they hung out with.
Julia and I never had a last stand where we fought and like a cliche said, "Well I guess we aren't friends anymore" It was gradual. We didn't have any classes together for three years.
This year it turns out I have English with Julia and we don't talk at all. Not even a how was your summer.
She posted this song on YouTube that she had written and wrote. At first I have to be honest I was like. What a stupid teenager thing to do recording yourself singing. But I watched it and I was like Holy Shit. This is a good song. My Nerdfighter band should cover this!
But then I thought. I haven't had a conversation with Julia in 5 years! How is she going to react when I say. "I want to make a cover of your song you posted on Facebook the other day."
But I posted it on her video not saying that it was me but saying that I wanted to do this because it was a good song and easy for my group to cover.
If you want to see the video here it is;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Aqg1rYtVU0&feature=youtu.be
You can post something like Becky sent me if you really want...
Well I guess the whole thing makes me sad because it doesn't make me sad... I don't miss my friendship with her but it isn't like I would decline a friendship. We are just to ships departing in two different directions, to two different meaning of a happy life as terribly poetic that sound. It's true.
I'll be sure to let you guys know what happens with it but DFTBA
And
Awkwardly
Best Wishes...
Time, Along With my Awful Rant of Awfulness.
Time is quite awful some times. I don't mind waiting for things most times. But this is something that will be quite difficult. I already raided the bookstores today to look at the TFIOS signatures. Found some red and green ones.
As soon as I saw the book for the first time I couldn't stop smiling. And then I almost dropped the book when looking at the signature because my hands were shaking so badly (That was the first book outside of the Harry Potter series I had nerded out so badly over). But I had to force myself to put the books down. I knew I was supposed to get mine in the post.
But the lovely UPS company didn't deliver to me today. In fact they won't deliver till 3 days after the release date. Meaning I won't get my book till Friday the 13th. Just peachy.
To make up for not getting TFIOS today I went and bought the rest of John's books. I had already bought Paper Towns ages ago. I had just been too poor to buy the other ones (thank you holidays!).
So I now have An Abundance of Katherines , Looking for Alaska, and Will Grayson,Will Grayson to occupy me for the next three days until TFIOS comes. Which means this Friday will be a very good day. Thank goodness I'm not superstitious.
>Insert major topic change here<
I've come to think about a few things in my unintentional solitude for the past few weeks. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't become crazy with the loss of human contact aside from my family members (Then again I was talking to ducks...). More the lack of conversation is what I miss than anything. I have this tendency to become unintentionally antisocial. Not because I am uninterested in others. More because I am just as content around other people as I am by myself (also I am very lazy).
I have this strange bit about when I am far away from people that I know (even the ones I love like my family) to not really miss them. For example, when I was dropped off at school about 5 months ago I didn't cry. I didn't feel homesick a few weeks later and call my parents saying that I missed them desperately. So that made me wonder if I was somehow messed up in the noggin or if I just had some weird emotional settings. I also came to the conclusion that I do not miss my friends that are at other colleges apart from my own (as well as the ones at my college that I don't get to see on break).
So then I wonder, do I have some weird adaptation to where when people that I care about are far away that I don't miss them desperately like my other friends do? Am I emotionally damaged or something? But I feel like none of that rings true for me. Because when I sit and think of an individual person that I know, I conclude that I do miss them. But I don't miss them at the same time. It's the same feeling I have about my family while I'm away from them. I don't miss them but I don't not miss them. If that makes any sense. I do crave human contact as much as the next person seeing as I love being around people and I love even more having fun and learning from those around me. I just don't get (or really want to get )that heart wrenching feeling of loss. I also don't want to get so caught up in my emotions(the negative ones) that I might miss out on something(which probably makes no sense).
This complex that I seem to have might be due to my being emotionally detached from people in general (but only from my side). But, I am also very in tune with the feelings of those around me at the same time. I just contradicted myself I know. Let's explain. I am generally unwilling to let people in. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's so that if I end up far away I won't hurt from missing them (see above paragraphs haha). It's probably more that I feel selfish when I get others involved in how I feel about things. I like to be the person that is there for others. I hate the feeling of being a burden (even if I am not I just hate the potentiality of it).
I have very willingly sat down with a random crying girl in one of the dorms and listened to her story for 3 hours. But I am fairly unwilling to be the talker myself. Now it probably sounds like I need therapy. Hah I'm probably a right mental case in reality.
But I never really bottle the emotions up. It is so time consuming to be angry or sad. So, if I am either of those I just go through the emotion and don't dwell on it later. I work out my frustration on my own by painting or writing or listening to music or reading. I don't see a point in burdening others (especially when I hear people say they hate whining). So I either don't bring it up or just make light of the situation and joke about it. I don't like to share my own emotions but I am very interested in the emotions of everyone around me. (Which is probably why both of my jobs include working with children believe me, they are highly emotional). However, if the situation requires it of me, I will share how I feel. I firmly believe in addressing a problem right when it occurs between people so that it doesn't allow the people involved to dwell on how they feel and grow their negative emotions towards something bigger than what they initially were.
I like to be the objective person and view things from a completely outside point of view. (Well who doesn't?) More so that when something happens I work really hard to understand the feelings from both sides of the story. I am not very good at picking sides because picking sides often causes problems (except in sports haha). But that being said, I do not have a political side. I actually hate politics (though I know a good bit about them). And though I agree with Anagha that political activism is a must for any society to function, I will be that hypocrite that probably won't vote (I know I'm awful ): sorry ) because I cannot stand the platforms of either side most times. I will agree with a few bits on each side but often never more with one than the other. That is how I am with most things (unless I am truly interested and passionate about it, but that doesn't mean I half ass things since I am interested in most everything).
I am the person who is always on the fence because often times people don't realize that a compromise is better than a single one sided solution. This being because I don't particularly care about my emotional well being publicly because I care more about other people. The way my thoughts work confuse me greatly. And I'm sorry if I confused you as well.
Well, I best end this while everyone thinks I'm nuts. But life would be boring if we weren't a bit weird. Next post from me won't be so dreary and serious and all life lessony and crap like that.
DFTBA
Sarah (:
(Sorry I wrote so much, I wish I could write a lot like this when it comes to writing papers for class! haha)
As soon as I saw the book for the first time I couldn't stop smiling. And then I almost dropped the book when looking at the signature because my hands were shaking so badly (That was the first book outside of the Harry Potter series I had nerded out so badly over). But I had to force myself to put the books down. I knew I was supposed to get mine in the post.
But the lovely UPS company didn't deliver to me today. In fact they won't deliver till 3 days after the release date. Meaning I won't get my book till Friday the 13th. Just peachy.
To make up for not getting TFIOS today I went and bought the rest of John's books. I had already bought Paper Towns ages ago. I had just been too poor to buy the other ones (thank you holidays!).
So I now have An Abundance of Katherines , Looking for Alaska, and Will Grayson,Will Grayson to occupy me for the next three days until TFIOS comes. Which means this Friday will be a very good day. Thank goodness I'm not superstitious.
>Insert major topic change here<
I've come to think about a few things in my unintentional solitude for the past few weeks. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't become crazy with the loss of human contact aside from my family members (Then again I was talking to ducks...). More the lack of conversation is what I miss than anything. I have this tendency to become unintentionally antisocial. Not because I am uninterested in others. More because I am just as content around other people as I am by myself (also I am very lazy).
I have this strange bit about when I am far away from people that I know (even the ones I love like my family) to not really miss them. For example, when I was dropped off at school about 5 months ago I didn't cry. I didn't feel homesick a few weeks later and call my parents saying that I missed them desperately. So that made me wonder if I was somehow messed up in the noggin or if I just had some weird emotional settings. I also came to the conclusion that I do not miss my friends that are at other colleges apart from my own (as well as the ones at my college that I don't get to see on break).
So then I wonder, do I have some weird adaptation to where when people that I care about are far away that I don't miss them desperately like my other friends do? Am I emotionally damaged or something? But I feel like none of that rings true for me. Because when I sit and think of an individual person that I know, I conclude that I do miss them. But I don't miss them at the same time. It's the same feeling I have about my family while I'm away from them. I don't miss them but I don't not miss them. If that makes any sense. I do crave human contact as much as the next person seeing as I love being around people and I love even more having fun and learning from those around me. I just don't get (or really want to get )that heart wrenching feeling of loss. I also don't want to get so caught up in my emotions(the negative ones) that I might miss out on something(which probably makes no sense).
This complex that I seem to have might be due to my being emotionally detached from people in general (but only from my side). But, I am also very in tune with the feelings of those around me at the same time. I just contradicted myself I know. Let's explain. I am generally unwilling to let people in. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's so that if I end up far away I won't hurt from missing them (see above paragraphs haha). It's probably more that I feel selfish when I get others involved in how I feel about things. I like to be the person that is there for others. I hate the feeling of being a burden (even if I am not I just hate the potentiality of it).
I have very willingly sat down with a random crying girl in one of the dorms and listened to her story for 3 hours. But I am fairly unwilling to be the talker myself. Now it probably sounds like I need therapy. Hah I'm probably a right mental case in reality.
But I never really bottle the emotions up. It is so time consuming to be angry or sad. So, if I am either of those I just go through the emotion and don't dwell on it later. I work out my frustration on my own by painting or writing or listening to music or reading. I don't see a point in burdening others (especially when I hear people say they hate whining). So I either don't bring it up or just make light of the situation and joke about it. I don't like to share my own emotions but I am very interested in the emotions of everyone around me. (Which is probably why both of my jobs include working with children believe me, they are highly emotional). However, if the situation requires it of me, I will share how I feel. I firmly believe in addressing a problem right when it occurs between people so that it doesn't allow the people involved to dwell on how they feel and grow their negative emotions towards something bigger than what they initially were.
I like to be the objective person and view things from a completely outside point of view. (Well who doesn't?) More so that when something happens I work really hard to understand the feelings from both sides of the story. I am not very good at picking sides because picking sides often causes problems (except in sports haha). But that being said, I do not have a political side. I actually hate politics (though I know a good bit about them). And though I agree with Anagha that political activism is a must for any society to function, I will be that hypocrite that probably won't vote (I know I'm awful ): sorry ) because I cannot stand the platforms of either side most times. I will agree with a few bits on each side but often never more with one than the other. That is how I am with most things (unless I am truly interested and passionate about it, but that doesn't mean I half ass things since I am interested in most everything).
I am the person who is always on the fence because often times people don't realize that a compromise is better than a single one sided solution. This being because I don't particularly care about my emotional well being publicly because I care more about other people. The way my thoughts work confuse me greatly. And I'm sorry if I confused you as well.
Well, I best end this while everyone thinks I'm nuts. But life would be boring if we weren't a bit weird. Next post from me won't be so dreary and serious and all life lessony and crap like that.
DFTBA
Sarah (:
(Sorry I wrote so much, I wish I could write a lot like this when it comes to writing papers for class! haha)
Monday, January 9, 2012
CUTE KITTEN GIFS
Now I have your attention I'd just like to introduce myself. Hello I'm Rachel. I'm a procrastinator.
I'm fully aware that I have a GCSE exam on Friday and that I have a lot more over the following months but I can't bring myself to revise. I want to believe that this is because I have full confidence in my abilities, but I don't. I want to believe that if I push everything away and pretend it's not happening then maybe I will wake up from a horrible teenage nightmare and I won't have to do annoying things like: take exams or spend three hours listening to acquaintances discuss parties on Fridays that I wasn't invited to (not that I cared, honestly.) But because I'm fully aware that my life isn't a short story written by I child, I know that I can't just wake up and everything will have been a dream. So I'm going to end this blog post, then I'll be heading to bed. Before I go I'll just leave a bullet pointed list with some facts about me.
* I'm 15 and I'm my last year of Secondary School.
* I'm from England. It rains a lot.
* I play guitar and ukulele and I'm trying to learn piano. But I'm not confident in my musical skills.
* I enjoy drawing, but I never really have inspiration to draw.
* My favourite book is Looking For Alaska by John Green.
* There is a hole in my jeans at the knee. It wasn't there when I bought them.
* Sometimes I repeat what I say.
* I'm not the best at social interactions.
* If it wasn't for spell check have of this blog would be spelled wrong. (Spelling was never my strongest subject.)
* Yesterday I burnt toast so badly it was on fire when I took it out from under the grill in my oven. (I still ate it.)
* I found out about Nerdfighteria from my older brother. That's where I get a lot of my interests from (music, movies, ect.) I really should thank him for telling me about John's books and Hank's music, but he's my older brother and thanking him for something like that would just be strange.
* I have school tomorrow.
Goodnight.
- Rachel.
I'm fully aware that I have a GCSE exam on Friday and that I have a lot more over the following months but I can't bring myself to revise. I want to believe that this is because I have full confidence in my abilities, but I don't. I want to believe that if I push everything away and pretend it's not happening then maybe I will wake up from a horrible teenage nightmare and I won't have to do annoying things like: take exams or spend three hours listening to acquaintances discuss parties on Fridays that I wasn't invited to (not that I cared, honestly.) But because I'm fully aware that my life isn't a short story written by I child, I know that I can't just wake up and everything will have been a dream. So I'm going to end this blog post, then I'll be heading to bed. Before I go I'll just leave a bullet pointed list with some facts about me.
* I'm 15 and I'm my last year of Secondary School.
* I'm from England. It rains a lot.
* I play guitar and ukulele and I'm trying to learn piano. But I'm not confident in my musical skills.
* I enjoy drawing, but I never really have inspiration to draw.
* My favourite book is Looking For Alaska by John Green.
* There is a hole in my jeans at the knee. It wasn't there when I bought them.
* Sometimes I repeat what I say.
* I'm not the best at social interactions.
* If it wasn't for spell check have of this blog would be spelled wrong. (Spelling was never my strongest subject.)
* Yesterday I burnt toast so badly it was on fire when I took it out from under the grill in my oven. (I still ate it.)
* I found out about Nerdfighteria from my older brother. That's where I get a lot of my interests from (music, movies, ect.) I really should thank him for telling me about John's books and Hank's music, but he's my older brother and thanking him for something like that would just be strange.
* I have school tomorrow.
Goodnight.
- Rachel.
TFIOS among other things
This one will be a bit short. But I do have to say that I am rather excited for tomorrow. The Fault in Our Stars comes out! Ah! I'll probably raid the Barnes and Noble to look at the autographs and cry happiness everywhere.
Well, I do have to wait a bit anyway because I ordered mine and it will ship maybe two days later or so.I'll be very tempted to just go and buy a copy from the store even though mine is being mailed. But still. So excited!
There are two very important things going on for me today however. One is the BCS championship. It is for football. Well, American football at least. Anyway, I am actually very into it since I was raised into my team (corny I know). So I am a full blown never gonna change teams Alabama fan (also I'm from there so that's another reason too haha). But I won't talk too much of it. I know how sports are really boring for those that don't like them. For me that sport would be baseball. Or golf. Oh how I loathe golf.
Well enough of that. The other thing is that I am gong to (attempt) to clean my room. Well more so rearrange than clean. (It needs to be cleaned though) I figure now that since I am not home for about 80 percent of the year (thanks to college) that I should at least come home to a space that I like. But the bad thing is that I am awful at cleaning. I know that as soon as I find my old game boy I am screwed. Cause then I won't clean for hours. (same thing will happen if I find my old Pokemon cards)
I am also working on a side project/brain crack kind of thing that hopefully I will have accomplished this week. I will probably explain more about it later.
I've also realized how childish I probably seem through all this. I feel rather silly having posted about ducks now that I think about it. (I still live those feathery little buggers though). I think being out of college for 5 weeks is having adverse affects on my mind....Well at least I'm able to admit I have a problem! Second childhood here I come! :D
DFTBA
also Roll Tide (football cheer, sorry! haha)
-Sarah (:
Oh, and shouldn't America have been sued at some point for taking the name of a previously existing sport and using it for their own? That's plagiarizing to the extreme right there. I personally hate saying soccer when I know it's called football. And generally I try to say American football instead of just football. I just get so frustrated over that. Why steal the words of another when one is perfectly capable of making their own words? And besides, it would have made more sense to call it rugby. Soccer and football are hardly similiar at all. At least take the name of a sport that is more similar.
Well, I do have to wait a bit anyway because I ordered mine and it will ship maybe two days later or so.I'll be very tempted to just go and buy a copy from the store even though mine is being mailed. But still. So excited!
There are two very important things going on for me today however. One is the BCS championship. It is for football. Well, American football at least. Anyway, I am actually very into it since I was raised into my team (corny I know). So I am a full blown never gonna change teams Alabama fan (also I'm from there so that's another reason too haha). But I won't talk too much of it. I know how sports are really boring for those that don't like them. For me that sport would be baseball. Or golf. Oh how I loathe golf.
Well enough of that. The other thing is that I am gong to (attempt) to clean my room. Well more so rearrange than clean. (It needs to be cleaned though) I figure now that since I am not home for about 80 percent of the year (thanks to college) that I should at least come home to a space that I like. But the bad thing is that I am awful at cleaning. I know that as soon as I find my old game boy I am screwed. Cause then I won't clean for hours. (same thing will happen if I find my old Pokemon cards)
I am also working on a side project/brain crack kind of thing that hopefully I will have accomplished this week. I will probably explain more about it later.
I've also realized how childish I probably seem through all this. I feel rather silly having posted about ducks now that I think about it. (I still live those feathery little buggers though). I think being out of college for 5 weeks is having adverse affects on my mind....Well at least I'm able to admit I have a problem! Second childhood here I come! :D
DFTBA
also Roll Tide (football cheer, sorry! haha)
-Sarah (:
Oh, and shouldn't America have been sued at some point for taking the name of a previously existing sport and using it for their own? That's plagiarizing to the extreme right there. I personally hate saying soccer when I know it's called football. And generally I try to say American football instead of just football. I just get so frustrated over that. Why steal the words of another when one is perfectly capable of making their own words? And besides, it would have made more sense to call it rugby. Soccer and football are hardly similiar at all. At least take the name of a sport that is more similar.
The Fighter (Movie)
I watched ‘The Fighter’ the other night and it was quite good.
*start rant* One thing really bothered me though, my mom can't stand violence (she was the one who choose The Fighter) and every time people are fighting she walks away and I just get so damn frustrated about this *end rant*
It started of with a documentary kind of scene and I thought 'oh here we go again' but it turned out quite good. The movie itself wasn't that great, it was okay but I liked the fights (I'm really presenting myself as a aggressive kid but I promise I'm not).
It was a nice movie about a crack addiction and making choices between your family and yourself. Mark Wahlberg did a great job acting in this movie. He plays this really shy boxer and it's just beautiful to see him struggle with the choices he has to make.
There is one scene in a bar when everyone is partying and he just sits there, looking straight ahead, not noticing anyone around him. That is just a beautiful shot and that made me like the movie.
This movie learns us that we will have to go on and on and on even though we are getting hit by life over and over again.
Wessel
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The one with the awkward rambling
I am, generally, averse to introductions. I never know what information about myself to share, and I tend to agonize over that, since, as much as we wouldn't like them to, first impressions matter.
My name is Anagha - my parents were first generation immigrants from India to the Midwest in the U.S. of A. I'm short, and I don't know what I want to do for forever yet, and am not even sure of the wisdom of doing one thing for forever. But for now, I'm a student at MSU, and I'm pretty happy doing that.
I'm a sophomore, and I'm an International Relations major. I'm interested in feminism, international theory, poetry, books (contemporary fiction, classics, sci - fi - you name the genre, I probably read it), music, religion, etc.
I love to read about different religions, and find the similarities. I have some pretty complicated thoughts on religion that will probably eventually make it onto this blog.
As I wrote for my cast page for The Vagina Monologues: "I'm a nineteen year old with the soul of a cat lady (with an allergy to cats) who loves poetry, reading, and stacks of books that double as furniture. I also love whimsical mugs."
(I'm performing on V-day, 2012, my monologue is "My Vagina Was My Village". I could not be more excited/nervous!)
I guess that's me. I'm just a student, a dreamer, and a laugher (like Drualt).
I don't know what I want to do with myself quite yet, but I'm having a good time finding out.
I'm staunchly liberal, and think political activism is not only necessary, but a citizen's duty.
I'm a homebody, and love to play Taboo with my mom (we're pretty awesome at it).
I have some really terrific friends. I don't know what I would do without them, and I don't care to wonder.
I'm kind of a MUN nerd, and love chairing conferences.
I love Harry Potter - I have since I was six, which means I've loved those books for more than 2/3 of my lifetime.
I write for a magazine called Khloe. We're a new magazine, and you all should check us out/subscribe - we're all about empowerment, and women, and leadership, and learning that being a women can be an advantage - you just have to make it one.
Until Next Time,
Anagha
My name is Anagha - my parents were first generation immigrants from India to the Midwest in the U.S. of A. I'm short, and I don't know what I want to do for forever yet, and am not even sure of the wisdom of doing one thing for forever. But for now, I'm a student at MSU, and I'm pretty happy doing that.
I'm a sophomore, and I'm an International Relations major. I'm interested in feminism, international theory, poetry, books (contemporary fiction, classics, sci - fi - you name the genre, I probably read it), music, religion, etc.
I love to read about different religions, and find the similarities. I have some pretty complicated thoughts on religion that will probably eventually make it onto this blog.
As I wrote for my cast page for The Vagina Monologues: "I'm a nineteen year old with the soul of a cat lady (with an allergy to cats) who loves poetry, reading, and stacks of books that double as furniture. I also love whimsical mugs."
(I'm performing on V-day, 2012, my monologue is "My Vagina Was My Village". I could not be more excited/nervous!)
I guess that's me. I'm just a student, a dreamer, and a laugher (like Drualt).
I don't know what I want to do with myself quite yet, but I'm having a good time finding out.
I'm staunchly liberal, and think political activism is not only necessary, but a citizen's duty.
I'm a homebody, and love to play Taboo with my mom (we're pretty awesome at it).
I have some really terrific friends. I don't know what I would do without them, and I don't care to wonder.
I'm kind of a MUN nerd, and love chairing conferences.
I love Harry Potter - I have since I was six, which means I've loved those books for more than 2/3 of my lifetime.
I write for a magazine called Khloe. We're a new magazine, and you all should check us out/subscribe - we're all about empowerment, and women, and leadership, and learning that being a women can be an advantage - you just have to make it one.
Until Next Time,
Anagha
Vidcon 2012
I'd like to say I enjoy writing/blogging as well, so maybe we shall post more of the artsy stuff on Tumblr when we get that running and beautiful and organized.
Wessel wrote about how it's weird to have the time of your life with fabulous people, and then be dropped back to your "normal life" which in retrospect seems like it could be so much better [if you're too lazy to scroll down: http://justifiedconfusion.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-gathering-depression.html ]. Meeting and being with and talking with other nerdfighters is an experience a lot of people don't have the opportunity of experiencing and understanding. I mean, we all have this giant thing in common but most of us have no idea on how amazing it is or where to find more people like us. Sometimes people don't even know they are nerdfighters, and how the heck are we supposed to make them understand?
I mean, there is no way I'm going up to my co-worker and saying "Girl, you are SUCH a nerdfighter!", too weird for me. I feel like they wouldn't understand and be too quick to judge.
So now looking at Vidcon and everything it is, or becomes, and stands for, it just seems all that more amazing. For 48 hours we are all together, 15 000 people who think alike, who dream alike and who are all just: awesome. I'm excited just by the possibility of going.
And I know that hearing or reading about Vidcon is the worst thing ever when you can't go, which is why I shall try to avoid this subject in the future, but I think this needs to be said.
I don't want to complain, but this is the case for a lot of people. We have these amazing friends and connections all over the world who, if we're lucky, we get to see once a year [or more]. But is this a relationship that we want to have: to know how much you appreciate someone and only get to see them once every time the earth rotates? To not be able to do the simplest things like just go for a walk together, or go bowling and eat pizza? To not be able to have that awkward hug that seems to last too long?
I guess it really comes down to; what is an Internet friendship? Is it the fact that you have so much in common with someone, or just the fact of having someone who understands you so much better? That my friends is my justified confusion©.
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Awesomely yours, Kelly.
Post Script: I know feel quite outranked with some of the bloggers here, but let me just say you people are awesome.
Also, readers, share your opinion with everyone in the comments, that's why they're there!
Wessel wrote about how it's weird to have the time of your life with fabulous people, and then be dropped back to your "normal life" which in retrospect seems like it could be so much better [if you're too lazy to scroll down: http://justifiedconfusion.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-gathering-depression.html ]. Meeting and being with and talking with other nerdfighters is an experience a lot of people don't have the opportunity of experiencing and understanding. I mean, we all have this giant thing in common but most of us have no idea on how amazing it is or where to find more people like us. Sometimes people don't even know they are nerdfighters, and how the heck are we supposed to make them understand?
I mean, there is no way I'm going up to my co-worker and saying "Girl, you are SUCH a nerdfighter!", too weird for me. I feel like they wouldn't understand and be too quick to judge.
So now looking at Vidcon and everything it is, or becomes, and stands for, it just seems all that more amazing. For 48 hours we are all together, 15 000 people who think alike, who dream alike and who are all just: awesome. I'm excited just by the possibility of going.
And I know that hearing or reading about Vidcon is the worst thing ever when you can't go, which is why I shall try to avoid this subject in the future, but I think this needs to be said.
I don't want to complain, but this is the case for a lot of people. We have these amazing friends and connections all over the world who, if we're lucky, we get to see once a year [or more]. But is this a relationship that we want to have: to know how much you appreciate someone and only get to see them once every time the earth rotates? To not be able to do the simplest things like just go for a walk together, or go bowling and eat pizza? To not be able to have that awkward hug that seems to last too long?
I guess it really comes down to; what is an Internet friendship? Is it the fact that you have so much in common with someone, or just the fact of having someone who understands you so much better? That my friends is my justified confusion©.
Awesomely yours, Kelly.
Post Script: I know feel quite outranked with some of the bloggers here, but let me just say you people are awesome.
Also, readers, share your opinion with everyone in the comments, that's why they're there!
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Post Gathering Depression
Wow... Just wow.
That was amazing, I went to Nerds on Ice in Amsterdam and it was so good.
So I took 4 friends with me to Nerds on Ice and (of course) we went ice skating. In the beginning, the ice skating didn't appeal to me as a very fun thing to do but one of my friends (lets call her Lucy) convincent me and my other friend (lets call him Thomas) to go anyway.
I have to admit, the skating was quite fun and I didn't do that bad. I usually can't skate at all let alone on ice and the last time I ever did was also the last time I held a girls hand. Which is an estimated two years ago.
Despite these facts I went on the ice and weirdly enough I enjoyed it. Not only the ice itself but mostly the nerdfighters on the ice and more specificly the act of riding one lap around the track with another nerdfighter.
There were certain points were someone would say 'I'm going for a lap' and if you thought that person was nice you would just follow.
There was one cute girl (I will keep that kind of talk to the minimum by the way) and we skated a few laps together.
At around three, me and my friends would have some hot choco and leave after that because we would go to a lecture from Daniel Dennett. One friend had joined us, she came from another town but I've known her for two years now and I concider her as one of my best friends (lets call her Camille)
We went to the lecture (which was in English) and to be honest I didn't quite get all of it. The guy was pretty boring and I just didn't enjoy it as much as I liked to but that's okay because Lucy loved it.
We were kind of stuck in there until it was done and I was really bored out of my mind because what the guy told us just didn't made sense in my mind.
After we'd left, we went to eat Pizza. Unfortunattely for me, the cute girl had already left and I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. From there on, things got really awesome. We all ate pizza at this great place ran by stidents. Everyone was having a ball and it was just nerdy. I loved some conversations I had with different nerdfighters.
We talked about post gathering depression, having friends far away, sign language (which I absolutely adore) and all kind of other crazy stuff. Mostly we were just having fun and laughing about jokes someone made.
Three of my friends had already head home (stupid dicision) so it was just me and Thomas now. We went on the train home (1,5 hour trip ahead) and just started talking. That was the best talk I had in weeks. Months probably if you count in that it was a real talk (not trough internet).
We just talked about everything. We went from favorite kind of books to girls, school, parents, friends, social status, problems, writing, diaries (journals I mean), own made theories about human species. We just talked about everything and it was all serious. We laughed but it was a serious conversation. It was like the talk you had been waiting for to have with someone close because every once in a while you need to have such a great conversation.
Now I'm home. Just checking facebook where some nerdfighters already added me to their friends. I feel rather lonely. No one around, I don't smile like I did the last eleven hours. People ahve left and it really feels like that. The last thing I will do is write about them and if I'm finished with that there will be nothing left but counting down to the next gathering.
Wessel
That was amazing, I went to Nerds on Ice in Amsterdam and it was so good.
So I took 4 friends with me to Nerds on Ice and (of course) we went ice skating. In the beginning, the ice skating didn't appeal to me as a very fun thing to do but one of my friends (lets call her Lucy) convincent me and my other friend (lets call him Thomas) to go anyway.
I have to admit, the skating was quite fun and I didn't do that bad. I usually can't skate at all let alone on ice and the last time I ever did was also the last time I held a girls hand. Which is an estimated two years ago.
Despite these facts I went on the ice and weirdly enough I enjoyed it. Not only the ice itself but mostly the nerdfighters on the ice and more specificly the act of riding one lap around the track with another nerdfighter.
There were certain points were someone would say 'I'm going for a lap' and if you thought that person was nice you would just follow.
There was one cute girl (I will keep that kind of talk to the minimum by the way) and we skated a few laps together.
At around three, me and my friends would have some hot choco and leave after that because we would go to a lecture from Daniel Dennett. One friend had joined us, she came from another town but I've known her for two years now and I concider her as one of my best friends (lets call her Camille)
We went to the lecture (which was in English) and to be honest I didn't quite get all of it. The guy was pretty boring and I just didn't enjoy it as much as I liked to but that's okay because Lucy loved it.
We were kind of stuck in there until it was done and I was really bored out of my mind because what the guy told us just didn't made sense in my mind.
After we'd left, we went to eat Pizza. Unfortunattely for me, the cute girl had already left and I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. From there on, things got really awesome. We all ate pizza at this great place ran by stidents. Everyone was having a ball and it was just nerdy. I loved some conversations I had with different nerdfighters.
We talked about post gathering depression, having friends far away, sign language (which I absolutely adore) and all kind of other crazy stuff. Mostly we were just having fun and laughing about jokes someone made.
Three of my friends had already head home (stupid dicision) so it was just me and Thomas now. We went on the train home (1,5 hour trip ahead) and just started talking. That was the best talk I had in weeks. Months probably if you count in that it was a real talk (not trough internet).
We just talked about everything. We went from favorite kind of books to girls, school, parents, friends, social status, problems, writing, diaries (journals I mean), own made theories about human species. We just talked about everything and it was all serious. We laughed but it was a serious conversation. It was like the talk you had been waiting for to have with someone close because every once in a while you need to have such a great conversation.
Now I'm home. Just checking facebook where some nerdfighters already added me to their friends. I feel rather lonely. No one around, I don't smile like I did the last eleven hours. People ahve left and it really feels like that. The last thing I will do is write about them and if I'm finished with that there will be nothing left but counting down to the next gathering.
Wessel
Friday, January 6, 2012
Ducks (:
So we have these ducks...
Firstly, I am sorry for the video quality. I took my laptop outside with me. I do have a camera that takes video but I left the charger back in my dorm and I can't really drive 6 hours across the state to get it. I have a real video camera as well but the batteries are dead. And I could drive down to the store but I am broke. So that would do me no good. Anywhoooo. I still have my laptop haha.
We had a hurricane a few months back. I was at college so I missed it. But anyway, the ducks came up to my dad randomly the week before the hurricane begging him for food. So that's how we started feeding them. There's 6 of them. One of them almost didn't make it during the hurricane cause he got hurt. I think a tree fell on his foot and tore it pretty bad. But, he lived cause my parents brought food to him when he couldn't walk. He's a spunky little bugger.
My sister managed to name all 6 of them. And she claims she can tell them apart. I think she's just crazy. The only one I can tell apart is Chip since his bill is chipped. He's a greedy little stinker and is the first to run up and eat out of any person's hand. Some of the others are too skittish to eat out of your hand. But a good 4 of them will.
I also have a cat. Her name is Patches. She's an indoor/outdoor cat. She seems to leave the ducks alone for the most part. Which is good cause I think they'd beat the tar out of her if she even tried anything.
Oh, I have a fish too. Named Ed. (from the Ed, Edd and Eddy tv show that used to run on Cartoon Network). He lives with me at college. I'm not quite sure how he survived the 6 hour drive home with me but he's a trooper haha.
That is what I've been doing over break. I know I probably sound insane talking to these ducks. There's no one at home during the day though since both my parents work and my sister is still in high school. Please feel free to judge me.
I'm sure I'll find something better to talk about throughout the day and probably post again. But for now, have some ducks.
DFTBA,
Sarah
About me (Really creative right!)
Well, Hello!
I'm Becky and I will be a writer on the blog. Not that I will be writing about anything really interesting or cool. Just myself and maybe some other things. I cannot write any scrap of fiction well to save my life so it will be reviews or just me nerding out.
I'll try and post when ever I can (or whenever I have something to write about) so I will try and stay ontop of writing you everyone.
Just a little about me...
*I'm in the 10th grade
*female (with the name Becky it's a little redundant but who knows there are a lot of CRAZY people out there)
*I play the Drums (Pretty bad ass I know)
*I am going to be playing perc. in my schools show of Hairspray in February (I just found out today so I am pretty excited)
*I am obsessed with Disney, Nerfighteria, Music, watching Tv, movies and Vampires
*Like John Green & Hank, I Hate pennies, Nickles, paper dollars, turf grass, bottled water, world suck..
That's all for now I guess...
best wishes
&
DFTBA
I'm Becky and I will be a writer on the blog. Not that I will be writing about anything really interesting or cool. Just myself and maybe some other things. I cannot write any scrap of fiction well to save my life so it will be reviews or just me nerding out.
I'll try and post when ever I can (or whenever I have something to write about) so I will try and stay ontop of writing you everyone.
Just a little about me...
*I'm in the 10th grade
*female (with the name Becky it's a little redundant but who knows there are a lot of CRAZY people out there)
*I play the Drums (Pretty bad ass I know)
*I am going to be playing perc. in my schools show of Hairspray in February (I just found out today so I am pretty excited)
*I am obsessed with Disney, Nerfighteria, Music, watching Tv, movies and Vampires
*Like John Green & Hank, I Hate pennies, Nickles, paper dollars, turf grass, bottled water, world suck..
That's all for now I guess...
best wishes
&
DFTBA
We're all nerdz that met in your pants forum.
Yes, you have a pants forum, don't try to lie to us. I'm just kidding. I'm sorry that isn't even funny.
OK: so hi, I'm Kelly. I'm not really a blogger/writer for this, I'll be sharing some lovely pictures and such on Justified Confusion. I just think we all deserve a intro sort of post, and here is mine.
I am a total newbie to nerdfighteria, meaning I've been here for approximately 8 months, maybe less. I suppose the reason why I'm here though is because I love creative people, and nerdfighteria is creative in abundance [yes I picked that last word for a reason].
I think the people who are doing this are fantastic, even though we've only seen two so far. I'm sure the rest are to come soon. (THEY BETTER!!!)
I have never met John or Hank, but I'm possibly going to Vidcon this year, so maybe that will change. Also, might be going to my first nerdfighter gathering on Tuesday, and yes it's for the release of TFioS.
Wessel: pretty sure you're not the only guy in this, even so: that does not give you magical leadership powers whatsoever. Us females win. that is all :)
Sarah: HAHA. I like that your awkward "haha I don't know what to write" shows, even in a blog post :P
Also, here is something that I wrote, it's about a Canadian Indie artist named Lights. She's fantastic.
Link
Lastly, the smilies are completely necessary :D
Awesomely yours,
Kelly
OK: so hi, I'm Kelly. I'm not really a blogger/writer for this, I'll be sharing some lovely pictures and such on Justified Confusion. I just think we all deserve a intro sort of post, and here is mine.
I am a total newbie to nerdfighteria, meaning I've been here for approximately 8 months, maybe less. I suppose the reason why I'm here though is because I love creative people, and nerdfighteria is creative in abundance [yes I picked that last word for a reason].
I think the people who are doing this are fantastic, even though we've only seen two so far. I'm sure the rest are to come soon. (THEY BETTER!!!)
I have never met John or Hank, but I'm possibly going to Vidcon this year, so maybe that will change. Also, might be going to my first nerdfighter gathering on Tuesday, and yes it's for the release of TFioS.
Wessel: pretty sure you're not the only guy in this, even so: that does not give you magical leadership powers whatsoever. Us females win. that is all :)
Sarah: HAHA. I like that your awkward "haha I don't know what to write" shows, even in a blog post :P
Also, here is something that I wrote, it's about a Canadian Indie artist named Lights. She's fantastic.
Link
Lastly, the smilies are completely necessary :D
Awesomely yours,
Kelly
This is where I begin
Well then, I reckon I'd better introduce myself as well.
I'm Sarah, another one of the 8 people that will be posting all sorts of bits on this blog. Hopefully for years (: I haven't gotten to meet neither Hank or John yet but I'm working on that. haha
I did preorder The Fault in Our Stars though, I am so pumped that if gets released on the 10! Ah! just 5 more days!
Been a nerdfighter for a while. Round 2 years I think. Um I guess another few bits about me, I'm 18 for now and I'm a freshman in college. I am interested in everything really. (Which I guess tells nothing about me when I think about it but it is true). There's honestly so many things that I like I can't really list them. But I guess my base things that I like are reading, art and the outdoors. I also love learning about other places and hope to travel a lot (which I can't do because I have 2 jobs haha). The farthest away I've been from my current home is New York City but having moved to Virginia from Alabama, I've traveled up most of the east coast.
Hmm what else is there, I'm not quite sure of much else to say on this topic. I'll probably have more to say as time goes on but I wouldn't want to bore people by talking so much about me. I'm mostly distracted by Alex Day's song Jack and Coke. I've been listening to it obsessively.
Also, I sometimes have awful grammar and weird small town southern sayings. I apologize in advance and feel free to fuss at me if I get too bad.
Later,
Sarah
I'm Sarah, another one of the 8 people that will be posting all sorts of bits on this blog. Hopefully for years (: I haven't gotten to meet neither Hank or John yet but I'm working on that. haha
I did preorder The Fault in Our Stars though, I am so pumped that if gets released on the 10! Ah! just 5 more days!
Been a nerdfighter for a while. Round 2 years I think. Um I guess another few bits about me, I'm 18 for now and I'm a freshman in college. I am interested in everything really. (Which I guess tells nothing about me when I think about it but it is true). There's honestly so many things that I like I can't really list them. But I guess my base things that I like are reading, art and the outdoors. I also love learning about other places and hope to travel a lot (which I can't do because I have 2 jobs haha). The farthest away I've been from my current home is New York City but having moved to Virginia from Alabama, I've traveled up most of the east coast.
Hmm what else is there, I'm not quite sure of much else to say on this topic. I'll probably have more to say as time goes on but I wouldn't want to bore people by talking so much about me. I'm mostly distracted by Alex Day's song Jack and Coke. I've been listening to it obsessively.
Also, I sometimes have awful grammar and weird small town southern sayings. I apologize in advance and feel free to fuss at me if I get too bad.
Later,
Sarah
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Real Steel
I just watched the movie real steel and it was fantastic.
I can give you a quick summary of the movie but what's the point in that? I mean, lets face it, everyone just goes to IMDb for a summary or any other information about the movie.
Anyway, in my opinion this was one of the best movies I've seen this year (this joke never gets old). It was the perfect mix between a sports movie (like Coach, Whip it and such) and a sci-fi robot movie. I really like futuristic things and this was just great.
A little bit exegerated at the end but I'll look pass that. It was nice, it made me want to shout: 'Get up!!!! Get up and fight that bitch!!!' and cry at the same time. I have no idea why, I usually don't cry while watching a movie (only when I watched creation. That's the only movie I really cried with).
Conclusion: this movie teaches us that you can get everything done by using puppy eyes and saying please.
Wessel
I can give you a quick summary of the movie but what's the point in that? I mean, lets face it, everyone just goes to IMDb for a summary or any other information about the movie.
Anyway, in my opinion this was one of the best movies I've seen this year (this joke never gets old). It was the perfect mix between a sports movie (like Coach, Whip it and such) and a sci-fi robot movie. I really like futuristic things and this was just great.
A little bit exegerated at the end but I'll look pass that. It was nice, it made me want to shout: 'Get up!!!! Get up and fight that bitch!!!' and cry at the same time. I have no idea why, I usually don't cry while watching a movie (only when I watched creation. That's the only movie I really cried with).
Conclusion: this movie teaches us that you can get everything done by using puppy eyes and saying please.
Wessel
As if I need an Introduction
Hey,
I'm Wessel, one of the eight people who will spam your dashboard in the following months (years?)
I'm the only guy around so that will give me some kind of lead position right?
Anyway, I like to do things, the more the better. Mostly I spend my day writing, reading and procastinating my homework but I guess the last one is pretty normal for almost everyone.
I've been a nerdfighter for 1,5 year now and I've met John Green twice.
Furthermore I try to attend as many nerdfightergatherings as possible which makes me travle all over the counrty. I don't mind really. I love to travel and I've already seen almost all of Europe. In the future I will try to go on a few vacations by myself but lazy ass me doesn't have a job so I guess it will take a while.
More will soon follow but right now I am going to watch the movie 'real steel' (I'm a guy, I am supossed to love wrestling robot fighters)
I'll see you soon,
Wessel
I'm Wessel, one of the eight people who will spam your dashboard in the following months (years?)
I'm the only guy around so that will give me some kind of lead position right?
Anyway, I like to do things, the more the better. Mostly I spend my day writing, reading and procastinating my homework but I guess the last one is pretty normal for almost everyone.
I've been a nerdfighter for 1,5 year now and I've met John Green twice.
Furthermore I try to attend as many nerdfightergatherings as possible which makes me travle all over the counrty. I don't mind really. I love to travel and I've already seen almost all of Europe. In the future I will try to go on a few vacations by myself but lazy ass me doesn't have a job so I guess it will take a while.
More will soon follow but right now I am going to watch the movie 'real steel' (I'm a guy, I am supossed to love wrestling robot fighters)
I'll see you soon,
Wessel
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