And so it ends.
Hey, blog readers! Happy April 30th, my darlings. We made it. Now, as per my BEDA style, I'm going to tell you what I did today and whine about how my life is hard.
"I'm sad because my life is hard. And because I'm not even a real character." - The Oatmeal
I woke up feeling refreshed despite going to be late last night and waking up around seven. I went and ate breakfast, then went upstairs to get to work on my essay. I was minding my own business visiting all the sites I go to regularly when...
I got a virus.
I'm not even joking, if you were curious. I picked up a computer virus. It's like the universe was saying, "Since you're not going to get off the internet and write your essay, I'm going to force you off the internet to write your essay." I mean, I wrote my essay and I'm finally done with English challenge work, but it was not all fun and games.
Not wanting to screw up my computer further, I decided to get my dad to fix it. He was on his way to Boston. He said to run Malware Bytes, or whatever the hell that program is called. It wouldn't open. I ran Super Anti-Spyware instead, which boasts 'Getting rid of all the spyware, not just the easy ones!' Thirty minutes later, it wiped 86 files and restarted my computer. The malware messages continued. Finally, I did what my mom told me to. I called my cousins.
This probably should have been my first action, but it was 9 am when this started and I didn't want to bother them. Context: my uncle works with computers, and his son (my cousins) helps him a lot with his work. He tried to email me a file that would clean up the file (apparently it was a fraud, as I had begun to suspect as I tried to type my essay around all the warning messages. It wouldn't let me go on the internet aside from Gmail, and it kept trying to force me to download an anti-spyware thing that led me to believe it was a scam), but it wouldn't send. I borrowed my brother's computer (he gave it up willingly, to my surprise), downloaded what my cousin was trying to send, put it on a flash drive, moved it to my computer, and ran it.
It was fixed!
Later that day, I, being the idiot I am, went back to the site that I was on when the virus hacked my computer. The thing started getting slow, so I closed it like lightning and prayed. No virus. I went on it again a half hour ago, and the screen closed itself just like when the virus came. I restarted my computer immediately and I was safe. It could have just been the fact that I had been on the internet for hours that the browser closed, but I'm not taking any chances. I'm not going to Smartphowned for a long time, even though it's hilarious.
So that's my story. I thought I'd get more work done when everything cleared itself up around noon, but that was not to be had. Around 1:30, I consumed an entire frozen pizza (930 calories--"You wish you had the metabolism to eat this!"), and it was back to the computer. I did some work for my fanfic, but not much. I had to do a bunch of research in order to not be scientifically incorrect, and while it was interesting, it got tedious. Then I had to edit some plans I'd already written to switch in a different main character for an awesome plot idea I'd had. And that was pretty much my day. Oh, and I made some changes to my blog. Didja notice? XD
I'm going to go plan some more, and maybe do my independent reading write up. Starship tomorrow!
Wait, wait, wait. This is the last day of BEDA. I should say something.
Uh.
I guess I have mixed feelings on the whole thing. When I think about it, maybe it was fun. It was definitely a cool experience. It isn't like NaNoWriMo where I'm dying to participate again. But it wasn't a complete waste of my time. This isn't the sort of writing I usually do, so it was an interesting twist and a learning experience, I suppose.
See you all eventually~ XD
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Angst, Angst, Angst, Failing Tech Ed, Angst, etc
Not much to say again.
I feel kind of bad, since this is likely to be the second to last blog post I write for a long time and I have no exciting plans. I'd say that I'll do something exciting tomorrow, but I just don't think it's going to happen. I have to write an essay about John Steinbeck's writing style for Monday (I finally finished East of Eden! I might have said that yesterday XD), I have to write an Independent Reading Check-In for Monday, I need to re-write my first Independent Reading project and start the second one (both aren't due until the 23rd, though), and I have to revise some pieces I wrote in class for Tuesday. My English teacher...ugh.
And I have to do a French challenge project. I only have a 92% in French. I haven't had less than an A+ all year. I never had less than an A+ in German, either. I mean, I'm anticipating I'll do quite well on the French quiz on Tuesday, especially because I earned 4 extra credit points in class today (usually we don't have opportunities to earn extra credit before a quiz, so that's pretty good).
On the topic of school, I'm going to fail Tech Ed. Maybe I'm being pessimistic, but I actually believe this. First of all, the teacher hates giving A's and A+'s. I mean, he's hilarious, but his grading style makes me want to beat something. He said he'd give us an A for trying our best for the graded drawings we did. I was feeling really good about my drawings, seeing as I'm totally not an artist, and I got B's on both sheets, making my grade an 89% (B+). I know it's not bad, but I'm getting to the actual failing part.
We do a project in Tech Ed where you build a bridge out of (I believe) balsa wood and you try to make it hold as much weight as you can. Before that, we use West Point Bridge Builder on the computer to get a feel for bridges. We did a contest today in class where you took specific modifications for the program and tried to build the cheapest bridge you could with them. Below $200,000 was B range. Below $170,000 was A range. I had almost dipped below $200,000 when the program crashed on my computer, wiping out my entire bridge. I hadn't saved yet. There were 20 minutes left in class.
And the teacher didn't even act understand! He was like, "Oh, the program is really easy to crash." And then walked away. So I had to start from scratch, trying to redo all I had done and more in half the time.
He said we'd have another day to work, so I didn't turn in my bridge design. My grade wouldn't be much better if it turns out we had to turn it in, anyway. Just ugh. So if we don't get another day, I'm going to get no better than a C, and my career in Tech Ed will be pretty much over.
I mean, my mom won't care if I fail. It isn't an academic class, which pushes it way off of her radar screen. She's still pissed that they cut German, and every time I bring up Tech Ed, she says, "Is that required?" I say yes, and she goes on her "they-cut-German-but-you-have-to-take-Tech-Ed" rant and that's that. I don't care too much if I fail Tech Ed, either. My only regret would be not making the Honor Roll, which I've never not made. I've never had less than an A- in a class, actually. I'm only in Middle School, but you'd be surprised how many people get C's and under. Well, maybe you wouldn't be surprised. It's still a lot.
It's not like my college will look at my 8th grade Tech Ed grade, seeing as I'm currently interested in a career in journalism or teaching, and I'd be too much of a wuss to work with all the dangerous machinery even if I deterred from the aforementioned careers.
So that's my rant. I feel like I had something less depressing and less academic to talk about, but I can't remember anymore.
Oh, right.
I'm totally excited for the release of Starship, the new Starkid musical tomorrow. I won't be watching it until May 1st since it isn't being released on YouTube until 10 p.m. Eastern Time and I have to get up for church on Sunday/won't be able to stay awake because I go to sleep early, but I'm still pumped. I'm going to try and get as much work as possible done tomorrow so I don't have to stress while I'm watching.
Until tomorrow~
I feel kind of bad, since this is likely to be the second to last blog post I write for a long time and I have no exciting plans. I'd say that I'll do something exciting tomorrow, but I just don't think it's going to happen. I have to write an essay about John Steinbeck's writing style for Monday (I finally finished East of Eden! I might have said that yesterday XD), I have to write an Independent Reading Check-In for Monday, I need to re-write my first Independent Reading project and start the second one (both aren't due until the 23rd, though), and I have to revise some pieces I wrote in class for Tuesday. My English teacher...ugh.
And I have to do a French challenge project. I only have a 92% in French. I haven't had less than an A+ all year. I never had less than an A+ in German, either. I mean, I'm anticipating I'll do quite well on the French quiz on Tuesday, especially because I earned 4 extra credit points in class today (usually we don't have opportunities to earn extra credit before a quiz, so that's pretty good).
On the topic of school, I'm going to fail Tech Ed. Maybe I'm being pessimistic, but I actually believe this. First of all, the teacher hates giving A's and A+'s. I mean, he's hilarious, but his grading style makes me want to beat something. He said he'd give us an A for trying our best for the graded drawings we did. I was feeling really good about my drawings, seeing as I'm totally not an artist, and I got B's on both sheets, making my grade an 89% (B+). I know it's not bad, but I'm getting to the actual failing part.
We do a project in Tech Ed where you build a bridge out of (I believe) balsa wood and you try to make it hold as much weight as you can. Before that, we use West Point Bridge Builder on the computer to get a feel for bridges. We did a contest today in class where you took specific modifications for the program and tried to build the cheapest bridge you could with them. Below $200,000 was B range. Below $170,000 was A range. I had almost dipped below $200,000 when the program crashed on my computer, wiping out my entire bridge. I hadn't saved yet. There were 20 minutes left in class.
And the teacher didn't even act understand! He was like, "Oh, the program is really easy to crash." And then walked away. So I had to start from scratch, trying to redo all I had done and more in half the time.
He said we'd have another day to work, so I didn't turn in my bridge design. My grade wouldn't be much better if it turns out we had to turn it in, anyway. Just ugh. So if we don't get another day, I'm going to get no better than a C, and my career in Tech Ed will be pretty much over.
I mean, my mom won't care if I fail. It isn't an academic class, which pushes it way off of her radar screen. She's still pissed that they cut German, and every time I bring up Tech Ed, she says, "Is that required?" I say yes, and she goes on her "they-cut-German-but-you-have-to-take-Tech-Ed" rant and that's that. I don't care too much if I fail Tech Ed, either. My only regret would be not making the Honor Roll, which I've never not made. I've never had less than an A- in a class, actually. I'm only in Middle School, but you'd be surprised how many people get C's and under. Well, maybe you wouldn't be surprised. It's still a lot.
It's not like my college will look at my 8th grade Tech Ed grade, seeing as I'm currently interested in a career in journalism or teaching, and I'd be too much of a wuss to work with all the dangerous machinery even if I deterred from the aforementioned careers.
So that's my rant. I feel like I had something less depressing and less academic to talk about, but I can't remember anymore.
Oh, right.
I'm totally excited for the release of Starship, the new Starkid musical tomorrow. I won't be watching it until May 1st since it isn't being released on YouTube until 10 p.m. Eastern Time and I have to get up for church on Sunday/won't be able to stay awake because I go to sleep early, but I'm still pumped. I'm going to try and get as much work as possible done tomorrow so I don't have to stress while I'm watching.
Until tomorrow~
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Home Stretch
Something about a thing being almost over makes it more appealing. Well, maybe not more appealing. Just more tangible. I've wanted to quit BEDA plenty of times. Today being no exception. But the month is nearly over, and I just know that I can't quit now. Not only because I don't want to fail, but because it would be senseless. There are only two days left in April after today. I can stand that.
It was sort of like with NaNoWriMo. I competed the previous November for my first time, and I finished on the 26th. I still had time, but as soon as I neared 50,000 I couldn't think about anything but finishing. I sat for hours writing the last few thousand words because I was nearly done, and I wanted to be done. I wanted to brag about it and I wanted to have that accomplishment under my belt.
Obviously, writing 50,000 words in 30 days (and later revising to have a physical, self-published book at 13 years old) is a much bigger accomplishment than writing a half-ass blog every day of April. There are bigger writing feats to conquer. I mean, I'm proud that I didn't give up, but it isn't something I can brag about to my non-writing friends. Or even my writing friends.
For example, I found out a couple days ago that one of my friends on FFN has a story that has over 200,000 words (43 chapters, I believe) and 803 reviews. That is an accomplishment. If I could do that, I would be the happiest young writer in the world. Seriously. I made writing a successful fanfic my New Year's resolution. I dearly want to do it, even if I spend the rest of the year writing soul dry over fanfiction (aside from November, where I'll be novelling XD).
I get frustrated with FFN, I suppose. The reviews go to the half-baked stories that break the rules. For the Warriors section, Create-A-Cat fics. For Hunger Games, Submit Your Own Tribute stories. I've put a lot of hard work into my newest Warrior's stories, but my most popular story (aside from the rule-breaking one I took down with 50+ reviews) is, in my opinion, the worst writing I have up there. I think it could be because I used canon characters there, and Firestar was one of them, but my friend says her OC fics are more popular than her canon ones. So I don't know.
I'm sorry, this is all very rant-y and boring, I know. I lost my point long ago. Welcome to the home stretch of BEDA, I hope you've enjoyed your time here.
A quick note on the Sims: I haven't played since Saturday, but I do have something I forgot to tell you. I decided on a joking train of thought from my cousin that since Charleigh has a fear of getting married but I want to do more with her than just have woo-hoo and go to work, she will get pregnant with a pre-made Sim named Edward. Because, like, why not? XD I've tried once already, but it didn't work. I'll totally work on it the next time I play, though. :D
Alright, well, byeeee~
It was sort of like with NaNoWriMo. I competed the previous November for my first time, and I finished on the 26th. I still had time, but as soon as I neared 50,000 I couldn't think about anything but finishing. I sat for hours writing the last few thousand words because I was nearly done, and I wanted to be done. I wanted to brag about it and I wanted to have that accomplishment under my belt.
Obviously, writing 50,000 words in 30 days (and later revising to have a physical, self-published book at 13 years old) is a much bigger accomplishment than writing a half-ass blog every day of April. There are bigger writing feats to conquer. I mean, I'm proud that I didn't give up, but it isn't something I can brag about to my non-writing friends. Or even my writing friends.
For example, I found out a couple days ago that one of my friends on FFN has a story that has over 200,000 words (43 chapters, I believe) and 803 reviews. That is an accomplishment. If I could do that, I would be the happiest young writer in the world. Seriously. I made writing a successful fanfic my New Year's resolution. I dearly want to do it, even if I spend the rest of the year writing soul dry over fanfiction (aside from November, where I'll be novelling XD).
I get frustrated with FFN, I suppose. The reviews go to the half-baked stories that break the rules. For the Warriors section, Create-A-Cat fics. For Hunger Games, Submit Your Own Tribute stories. I've put a lot of hard work into my newest Warrior's stories, but my most popular story (aside from the rule-breaking one I took down with 50+ reviews) is, in my opinion, the worst writing I have up there. I think it could be because I used canon characters there, and Firestar was one of them, but my friend says her OC fics are more popular than her canon ones. So I don't know.
I'm sorry, this is all very rant-y and boring, I know. I lost my point long ago. Welcome to the home stretch of BEDA, I hope you've enjoyed your time here.
A quick note on the Sims: I haven't played since Saturday, but I do have something I forgot to tell you. I decided on a joking train of thought from my cousin that since Charleigh has a fear of getting married but I want to do more with her than just have woo-hoo and go to work, she will get pregnant with a pre-made Sim named Edward. Because, like, why not? XD I've tried once already, but it didn't work. I'll totally work on it the next time I play, though. :D
Alright, well, byeeee~
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Pointless Ranting and Stuff
I might as well get right into the pointless rant.
I went to Yearbook club today and, against the adviser's direction, my friend and I peeked at the Superlatives. As you can probably guess, I didn't win. I know it's petty and that Superlatives are just a popularity contest (I don't see myself as popular), but I can't help being just a little angry. The girl who won is not only, to put it lightly, not a nice person, but she dresses...badly. She doesn't follow the dress code, wearing spaghetti-strap belly shirts. She couples those with sweatpants, and that's 95% of her outfits. People voted for her because everybody knows who she is.
Sorry for all the bitter feelings. It's not just that vote which I'm angry about, if you're curious. I'm angry about almost all the others, because none of the lesser-known people won. It just...buh, whatever. It's stupid. On a lighter side, I love the picture of my friend and I for the little mention of the Yearbook committee in the book. Hilarious. :D
The stuff...
I don't remember what else I was going to say. It's already humid here, I'm doing homework, I'm still eating loads of candy, and I haven't played Sims in a while.
So yeah.
OH RIGHT.
Last night, as I anticipated many, many commercials for the new Glee, I brought down my planning folder and did a little bit of work on my Hunger Games fanfiction planning. I'm hoping to do a lot more in the near future. :3
I went to Yearbook club today and, against the adviser's direction, my friend and I peeked at the Superlatives. As you can probably guess, I didn't win. I know it's petty and that Superlatives are just a popularity contest (I don't see myself as popular), but I can't help being just a little angry. The girl who won is not only, to put it lightly, not a nice person, but she dresses...badly. She doesn't follow the dress code, wearing spaghetti-strap belly shirts. She couples those with sweatpants, and that's 95% of her outfits. People voted for her because everybody knows who she is.
Sorry for all the bitter feelings. It's not just that vote which I'm angry about, if you're curious. I'm angry about almost all the others, because none of the lesser-known people won. It just...buh, whatever. It's stupid. On a lighter side, I love the picture of my friend and I for the little mention of the Yearbook committee in the book. Hilarious. :D
The stuff...
I don't remember what else I was going to say. It's already humid here, I'm doing homework, I'm still eating loads of candy, and I haven't played Sims in a while.
So yeah.
OH RIGHT.
Last night, as I anticipated many, many commercials for the new Glee, I brought down my planning folder and did a little bit of work on my Hunger Games fanfiction planning. I'm hoping to do a lot more in the near future. :3
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
An Na and Publishing Angst
Before I start, I'm just confirming that it was definitely a glitch that decided it could claim my Sunday post was posted on Saturday. That post took me much longer to write than 60 seconds, Blogger. -.-
Today is a day where I find myself with nothing to say. I've never been fond of Tuesdays, and today certainly wasn't an exception. It was typical. Wake up, go to school, go to Drama club, go to piano, go home, do homework. With the added bonus of 'eat chocolate,' of course.
Well, one exciting thing did happen today.
An Na, the author of A Step From Heaven, the book we are reading in English, visited my school today. That was pretty cool. She read aloud the first chapter of the book as well as the climax. I have this thing where I love to hear books read aloud by their writer. I think it's because the book sounds so much more alive. No one but the writer can convey through voice how they wanted their book to sound. I didn't truly feel immersed in the book until An Na read it aloud. It was through her voice that I discovered Young Ju's voice, Young Ju's world.
It was a little bittersweet, though. This is the second author who has visited my school (the first being the author of Habibi). I always ask how they went about getting published, and I'm always discouraged by how easy it was for them. That sounds weird, but it's true. Naomi Shihab Nye sent in poetry to magazines that got published, and one thing led to another for her until Habibi was a reality. An Na's mentor in college sent A Step From Heaven to an editor she knew (Roald Dahl's editor), who loved it and offered to publish it.
Everything I read about publishing boasts of agents and rejection letters and more rejection letters and, oh yeah, rejection letters. The amount of trouble I've gone through looking for publishing companies that don't require agents is astonishing. I was looking at the Penguin Imprint Speak for a while for my first novel(la), but it just didn't really fit. So I don't know what to do.
Provided, I'm just a girl who's nearly fourteen. I'm not looking for a job. I have this feeling that writing will become my job as soon as I'm published. And I just don't have time. I'm starting high school in September. The last thing I need is an editor slamming me with deadlines on top of my teachers.
Before anyone mentions self-publishing, I'm halfway there for my first NaNovel. Amazon CreateSpace wants a lot of information I'm not sure if I'm willing to give out, plus I need to do a ton more editing and have some people read it to see if it's even good. A good number of people were egging me on to make it available on Amazon, but I just don't think it'll ever happen. Sorry, student body.
Well, that's my rant. I have reading to do and chocolate to eat. I'm a very important person. XD
Today is a day where I find myself with nothing to say. I've never been fond of Tuesdays, and today certainly wasn't an exception. It was typical. Wake up, go to school, go to Drama club, go to piano, go home, do homework. With the added bonus of 'eat chocolate,' of course.
Well, one exciting thing did happen today.
An Na, the author of A Step From Heaven, the book we are reading in English, visited my school today. That was pretty cool. She read aloud the first chapter of the book as well as the climax. I have this thing where I love to hear books read aloud by their writer. I think it's because the book sounds so much more alive. No one but the writer can convey through voice how they wanted their book to sound. I didn't truly feel immersed in the book until An Na read it aloud. It was through her voice that I discovered Young Ju's voice, Young Ju's world.
It was a little bittersweet, though. This is the second author who has visited my school (the first being the author of Habibi). I always ask how they went about getting published, and I'm always discouraged by how easy it was for them. That sounds weird, but it's true. Naomi Shihab Nye sent in poetry to magazines that got published, and one thing led to another for her until Habibi was a reality. An Na's mentor in college sent A Step From Heaven to an editor she knew (Roald Dahl's editor), who loved it and offered to publish it.
Everything I read about publishing boasts of agents and rejection letters and more rejection letters and, oh yeah, rejection letters. The amount of trouble I've gone through looking for publishing companies that don't require agents is astonishing. I was looking at the Penguin Imprint Speak for a while for my first novel(la), but it just didn't really fit. So I don't know what to do.
Provided, I'm just a girl who's nearly fourteen. I'm not looking for a job. I have this feeling that writing will become my job as soon as I'm published. And I just don't have time. I'm starting high school in September. The last thing I need is an editor slamming me with deadlines on top of my teachers.
Before anyone mentions self-publishing, I'm halfway there for my first NaNovel. Amazon CreateSpace wants a lot of information I'm not sure if I'm willing to give out, plus I need to do a ton more editing and have some people read it to see if it's even good. A good number of people were egging me on to make it available on Amazon, but I just don't think it'll ever happen. Sorry, student body.
Well, that's my rant. I have reading to do and chocolate to eat. I'm a very important person. XD
Monday, April 25, 2011
Chocolate and Other Things of Lesser Importance
Let me start by saying that no matter what my blog may say, I definitely posted "The Procrastination Sensation That's Sweeping The Nation" yesterday, which was Sunday, April 24th. I'm 100% sure. I think. it has to just be a glitch. I'm still saying I've completed BETA whatever Blogger throws at me.
Easter was absolutely fantastic. Sure, my house was full to bursting with 18 people and everyone devoured the key-lime cheesecake, which is my favorite homemade cake in the world. Actually, it's my favorite cake in the world period. And it was all gone in about five minutes. D;
Either way, the day was full of eating, chatter, and laughter which is a good day in my book for sure. The only sad part was trying to sleep while my family had fun downstairs. My cousins have this week off for break, but I had school today. Totally a bummer. Plus, two of my cousins were sleeping in my room, which meant that instead of letting my alarm clock run, I had to sit bolt upright and slam it off so they wouldn't wake up. Which meant that I had to get out of bed.
Despite being a zombie through my first few classes, the thought of all the delicious candy awaiting me at my house kept me going. My cousins brought me a very generous amount of Polish chocolate, one of the families that came gave me a bag of Lindor truffles, and my mom gave me a basket heaped with candies and jelly beans. I'm in heaven.
Not much else to report.
I lied, I have a few quick stories.
First, the terrifying moment in Easter Sunday mass. We had to call 911 for an old woman. No one in my family is totally sure what happened. My mom thinks she just passed out, though my cousins and I were thinking heart attack or stroke. Luckily, both a doctor and a nurse were among the congregation, and the woman was doing okay when the ambulance came. Still, it was frightening. That moment is going to haunt me for a long time...
Next, Yearbook. The woman who runs the Yearbook Club hasn't announced the meetings for a couple months now. But apparently she wanted us to come and just didn't announce it. The yearbook is due at the end of the week, and the three girls in the club (Me, my friends Molly and Amanda) basically have to finish it ourselves. I can't go tomorrow, and I probably can't go Wednesday or Friday either. So we're screwed. On the bright side, I'm pretty sure I won Best Sense of Style. /shot They're announcing winners at the end of the week/Monday.
Lastly: Guys, I think I found my calling: navigating a shopping cart through a packed grocery store. Oh yes.
Back to math homework now. :/
Easter was absolutely fantastic. Sure, my house was full to bursting with 18 people and everyone devoured the key-lime cheesecake, which is my favorite homemade cake in the world. Actually, it's my favorite cake in the world period. And it was all gone in about five minutes. D;
Either way, the day was full of eating, chatter, and laughter which is a good day in my book for sure. The only sad part was trying to sleep while my family had fun downstairs. My cousins have this week off for break, but I had school today. Totally a bummer. Plus, two of my cousins were sleeping in my room, which meant that instead of letting my alarm clock run, I had to sit bolt upright and slam it off so they wouldn't wake up. Which meant that I had to get out of bed.
Despite being a zombie through my first few classes, the thought of all the delicious candy awaiting me at my house kept me going. My cousins brought me a very generous amount of Polish chocolate, one of the families that came gave me a bag of Lindor truffles, and my mom gave me a basket heaped with candies and jelly beans. I'm in heaven.
Not much else to report.
I lied, I have a few quick stories.
First, the terrifying moment in Easter Sunday mass. We had to call 911 for an old woman. No one in my family is totally sure what happened. My mom thinks she just passed out, though my cousins and I were thinking heart attack or stroke. Luckily, both a doctor and a nurse were among the congregation, and the woman was doing okay when the ambulance came. Still, it was frightening. That moment is going to haunt me for a long time...
Next, Yearbook. The woman who runs the Yearbook Club hasn't announced the meetings for a couple months now. But apparently she wanted us to come and just didn't announce it. The yearbook is due at the end of the week, and the three girls in the club (Me, my friends Molly and Amanda) basically have to finish it ourselves. I can't go tomorrow, and I probably can't go Wednesday or Friday either. So we're screwed. On the bright side, I'm pretty sure I won Best Sense of Style. /shot They're announcing winners at the end of the week/Monday.
Lastly: Guys, I think I found my calling: navigating a shopping cart through a packed grocery store. Oh yes.
Back to math homework now. :/
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The Procrastination Sensation That's Sweeping The Nation!
Hang on, I was just hit with a wave of Fred-and-George-nostalgia. (U-NO-POO! THE CONSTIPATION SENSATION THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!)
I'm done now. XD
So, procrastination. As you now know, I write fanfiction.
-insert self-advertisement here-
New Years came, and I resolved to finish the trilogy of fanfictions I started the previous August for Warriors by Erin Hunter (don't judge me ._.) It's now April, and I'm one-third-to-one-half done with Broken Wishes, the final installment of the trilogy.
But I don't know if I can finish.
A while ago, I began planning a ton of fics I wanted to write when the Blazing Desire trilogy reached its conclusion. Among them was a Hunger Games fiction. I'm really excited for this piece. It isn't even close to fully planned (the characters aren't even done), but I'm totally pumped for it. I don't want to leak the plotline, because while I doubt people read my blog and steal my ideas, I'm fairly certain this has never been done and I want it to remain that way until I write it. I seriously think this piece could be the one that fulfills me resolution of writing a successful fic (which, for me, is a fic that doesn't break the rules and has at least 50 reviews).
I'm planning to pen down more plot ideas for the piece later (that being Saturday, despite the fact this is going up Sunday), before my cousins show up but after the potential errands I might go run in a few minutes with my mom. I'm seriously pumped for this.
But pumped enough to start posting chapters for it without finishing Broken Wishes first?
Trust me, I want to finish Broken Wishes. I'm not finishing 2011 without finishing it first, even if that means I spend New Years writing nine chapters of it, all at least 1000 words. I'm going to do it. But I also really want to plunge into something new. Something that will keep writing fanfiction interesting for me.
Okay, my ideas are out now. That was all I really wanted to say. No Sims news, seeing as I haven't played a second since I typed up the last post. I hope you have/had a happy Easter, if you partake in the celebrations. If not, well, I hope you had a happy April 24th. ^.^
I'm done now. XD
So, procrastination. As you now know, I write fanfiction.
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New Years came, and I resolved to finish the trilogy of fanfictions I started the previous August for Warriors by Erin Hunter (don't judge me ._.) It's now April, and I'm one-third-to-one-half done with Broken Wishes, the final installment of the trilogy.
But I don't know if I can finish.
A while ago, I began planning a ton of fics I wanted to write when the Blazing Desire trilogy reached its conclusion. Among them was a Hunger Games fiction. I'm really excited for this piece. It isn't even close to fully planned (the characters aren't even done), but I'm totally pumped for it. I don't want to leak the plotline, because while I doubt people read my blog and steal my ideas, I'm fairly certain this has never been done and I want it to remain that way until I write it. I seriously think this piece could be the one that fulfills me resolution of writing a successful fic (which, for me, is a fic that doesn't break the rules and has at least 50 reviews).
I'm planning to pen down more plot ideas for the piece later (that being Saturday, despite the fact this is going up Sunday), before my cousins show up but after the potential errands I might go run in a few minutes with my mom. I'm seriously pumped for this.
But pumped enough to start posting chapters for it without finishing Broken Wishes first?
Trust me, I want to finish Broken Wishes. I'm not finishing 2011 without finishing it first, even if that means I spend New Years writing nine chapters of it, all at least 1000 words. I'm going to do it. But I also really want to plunge into something new. Something that will keep writing fanfiction interesting for me.
Okay, my ideas are out now. That was all I really wanted to say. No Sims news, seeing as I haven't played a second since I typed up the last post. I hope you have/had a happy Easter, if you partake in the celebrations. If not, well, I hope you had a happy April 24th. ^.^
NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM
I didn't know what to title this post, so I just wrote the first thing that came to mind. Actually, you're pretty lucky. All morning I've had songs from church stuck in my head. That's what happens when you send me to church at 7 pm.
Hosanna to the son of David...
NO. We are not going down that road on this blog post. I'm going to find something semi-normal to talk about that doesn't involve hymns.
Behold, behold, the wood of the cross. On which is hung our salvation...
I admit, I love that line. I don't know why. I find it really deep. It really struck a chord with me last night in church. I hope I'm not offending any non-Catholics out there, Whoo, paranoia?
Surely he died on Calvary~
Now I'm actually done. Those are the three I have stuck in my head. Which is ultimately better than yesterday, where every other thought was: I want fabulous, that is my simple request. All things fabulous, bigger and better and best. I need a little fabulous to help me get along, I need a little fabulous is that so wrong?
IN MY DEFENSE, I was very obsessed with the HSM trilogy in grade school, and I knew the songs to all three by heart. Two days ago I watched a minute or so of a Sim music video for that song (because sometimes I like to waste my life in ways more weird than normal), and it just stuck. I can still sing all the lyrics up to the end of the first chorus, at which point it gets fuzzy because I haven't listened to it in years. And ohmigosh, I never realized how bad that song actually is. X.x
I already have like, a full blog post now. I had something I was going to talk about, but I need to pre-write a post for tomorrow, so I'll probably just put that there.
Potassium?
You have no idea how long I've been waiting to use that joke. (If you're not in the know, the symbol on the Periodic Table for potassium is K. I was going to say 'kay?' but then I realize I could finally use that XD)
Not much has happened in Sim news, again. I've been really busy trying to cram in as much reading for East of Eden as possible before the family comes over later today, and I haven't had much time to play. However, Jonathan apparently died of old age. I was certain he was set to die at the same time as Tessa, so I'm thinking a glitch may have made him die early. But I don't mind, because I got around 20,000 for his death from the Sim government, which I used to upgrade the kitchen stuff (I'm going to add a second fridge and stove, methinks) as well as all the bathroom stuff. And I put a hot tub on the roof. That's it, though. When Tessa passes, I'll start upgrading the beds and couches (as well as putting in more couches), and maybe some electronics if I have money.
Granted, I still have over 10,000 left, because that's how much I had when Jonathan died. I just don't want to spend it yet. Despite the thrill, having five Sims is scary when the cash is running low.
I have to go pre-write tomorrow's post now~
Hosanna to the son of David...
NO. We are not going down that road on this blog post. I'm going to find something semi-normal to talk about that doesn't involve hymns.
Behold, behold, the wood of the cross. On which is hung our salvation...
I admit, I love that line. I don't know why. I find it really deep. It really struck a chord with me last night in church. I hope I'm not offending any non-Catholics out there, Whoo, paranoia?
Surely he died on Calvary~
Now I'm actually done. Those are the three I have stuck in my head. Which is ultimately better than yesterday, where every other thought was: I want fabulous, that is my simple request. All things fabulous, bigger and better and best. I need a little fabulous to help me get along, I need a little fabulous is that so wrong?
IN MY DEFENSE, I was very obsessed with the HSM trilogy in grade school, and I knew the songs to all three by heart. Two days ago I watched a minute or so of a Sim music video for that song (because sometimes I like to waste my life in ways more weird than normal), and it just stuck. I can still sing all the lyrics up to the end of the first chorus, at which point it gets fuzzy because I haven't listened to it in years. And ohmigosh, I never realized how bad that song actually is. X.x
I already have like, a full blog post now. I had something I was going to talk about, but I need to pre-write a post for tomorrow, so I'll probably just put that there.
Potassium?
You have no idea how long I've been waiting to use that joke. (If you're not in the know, the symbol on the Periodic Table for potassium is K. I was going to say 'kay?' but then I realize I could finally use that XD)
Not much has happened in Sim news, again. I've been really busy trying to cram in as much reading for East of Eden as possible before the family comes over later today, and I haven't had much time to play. However, Jonathan apparently died of old age. I was certain he was set to die at the same time as Tessa, so I'm thinking a glitch may have made him die early. But I don't mind, because I got around 20,000 for his death from the Sim government, which I used to upgrade the kitchen stuff (I'm going to add a second fridge and stove, methinks) as well as all the bathroom stuff. And I put a hot tub on the roof. That's it, though. When Tessa passes, I'll start upgrading the beds and couches (as well as putting in more couches), and maybe some electronics if I have money.
Granted, I still have over 10,000 left, because that's how much I had when Jonathan died. I just don't want to spend it yet. Despite the thrill, having five Sims is scary when the cash is running low.
I have to go pre-write tomorrow's post now~
Friday, April 22, 2011
Nightlight
Yesterday, whilst at the supermarket, my mom ran into her friend. They talked. And talked. and ohmigod, they talked. I wandered over to the tiny book and magazine section, because I remembered they used to sell cheap video games there and I was wondering if there was anything good. As I scanned the shelves, I first overlooked the book with the apple core on the cover.
Then I looked back.
Before me on the shelf sat Nightlight by The Harvard Lampoon, in all its lulzy glory. it was common sense to know that it was a Twilight parody. I picked it up out of pure curiosity and the promise of lulz, and I was not disappointed.
Just the quote on the back had me begging my mom to buy it for me. "About three things I was absolutely certain. First, Edwart was most likely my soul mate, maybe. Second, there was a vampire part of him--which I assumed was wildly out of his control--that wanted me dead. And third, I unconditionally, irrevocably, impenetrably, heterogeneously, gynecologically, and disreputably wished he had kissed me."
I'm currently on page 101 out of 154, and I totally love it. I would have already been done if I hadn't spent so much time cramming in pages of East of Eden (on page 430 there).
What I find fascinating about this book is how it isn't what you expect it to be. I figured it would be making fun of Meyer's poor character development and raging plot chasms (similar to the Twilight Snarker), but its different. It grabs the original Twilight plot by the reigns and takes it for a ride. In this version, Belle (Bella :P) is actually clumsy, not just said to be so. She's arrogant and stupid and she has a real personality rather than Meyer's "pants" character (The Oatmeal, anyone?). It's written how Twilight is seen by its hoards of "haters", maybe.
Quite as it should be.
Obviously, I'm terrible at describing things. But I assure you, it is wholly hilarious. "But I've already taken English. A few semesters of it, actually."
"Don't be smart with me, young lady."
"So she knew I was smart. Flattered, I conceded."
I dunno. Made my day. ^.^
Astonishingly, not much has happened in the Sims since we last spoke (or, I wrote, you read). Ann Marie grew up. Actually, she didn't grow up. Trista was interrupted every hour to go "Help With Birthday" and nothing happened. The poor woman was close to dying (thank goodness she had three days off from work anyway). I went to Google and found out buying a cake would help. And it did! So, her belated birthday ensued. Another red-head. :3 I'm disheartened at the stupid nose running in the family, though. Both Luca and Anne Marie have it.
OH! And I added some real roofing. I am going to put a hot tub up there, which made things a little difficult. It ended up working out with some creative roof and fence placement, and I'd say it looks really nice. I'll finally be able to start upgrading appliances. :D
Au revior~
Then I looked back.
Before me on the shelf sat Nightlight by The Harvard Lampoon, in all its lulzy glory. it was common sense to know that it was a Twilight parody. I picked it up out of pure curiosity and the promise of lulz, and I was not disappointed.
Just the quote on the back had me begging my mom to buy it for me. "About three things I was absolutely certain. First, Edwart was most likely my soul mate, maybe. Second, there was a vampire part of him--which I assumed was wildly out of his control--that wanted me dead. And third, I unconditionally, irrevocably, impenetrably, heterogeneously, gynecologically, and disreputably wished he had kissed me."
I'm currently on page 101 out of 154, and I totally love it. I would have already been done if I hadn't spent so much time cramming in pages of East of Eden (on page 430 there).
What I find fascinating about this book is how it isn't what you expect it to be. I figured it would be making fun of Meyer's poor character development and raging plot chasms (similar to the Twilight Snarker), but its different. It grabs the original Twilight plot by the reigns and takes it for a ride. In this version, Belle (Bella :P) is actually clumsy, not just said to be so. She's arrogant and stupid and she has a real personality rather than Meyer's "pants" character (The Oatmeal, anyone?). It's written how Twilight is seen by its hoards of "haters", maybe.
Quite as it should be.
Obviously, I'm terrible at describing things. But I assure you, it is wholly hilarious. "But I've already taken English. A few semesters of it, actually."
"Don't be smart with me, young lady."
"So she knew I was smart. Flattered, I conceded."
I dunno. Made my day. ^.^
Astonishingly, not much has happened in the Sims since we last spoke (or, I wrote, you read). Ann Marie grew up. Actually, she didn't grow up. Trista was interrupted every hour to go "Help With Birthday" and nothing happened. The poor woman was close to dying (thank goodness she had three days off from work anyway). I went to Google and found out buying a cake would help. And it did! So, her belated birthday ensued. Another red-head. :3 I'm disheartened at the stupid nose running in the family, though. Both Luca and Anne Marie have it.
OH! And I added some real roofing. I am going to put a hot tub up there, which made things a little difficult. It ended up working out with some creative roof and fence placement, and I'd say it looks really nice. I'll finally be able to start upgrading appliances. :D
Au revior~
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Oh Snap, Zombies!
Again, I'm faced with the fact that I don't really have anything to blog about. C'est pênible. (okay, no matter what Google translate says, that means "It's annoying" My textbook doesn't lie.)
So I'm going to take the cheap route and blog about something hayleyghoover blogger about recently. It's a game where you shuffle your iPod and write in the first ten songs as the songs that would play in your zombie apocalypse movie. Now, I rather liked the results I got from this game, so I'm going to go ahead and place them below.
1. The overall theme for the apocalypse:
"Under The Sea" from The Little Mermaid. I don't even...How...No words, blog, no words.
2. The song that plays when I kill my first zombie:
"Chiquitita" by ABBA. I haven't ever listened to this song all the way through (it's like, what, 7 minutes? Maybe only 5...). That's a lie, I've listened to it maybe twice. So I don't know what to say about it. Chiquitita tell me what's wrong. That's the only line I know. "Well, for starters, I just killed a zombie and have officially entered the stage or inhuman rage."
3. The song that plays while I'm being chased by a horde:
"T-Shirt" by Shontelle. Guess they came at a bad time. Heh. Get it? 0D
4. When I kill my loved one:
"Hakuna Matata" from The Lion King. What the hell, Apple? D: Unless, of course, the loved one is singing to me. Wait, no, zombies don't sing. I did kill them because they were a zombie, right?
5. When I find a group of survivors:
"Let's Go Outside" by Luke and Tessa. Outside sucks, let's go back inside. Or else, we'll like, die.
6. When I meet my new love interest:
"The Coolest Girl" from AVPS. Fuckyes. It'll be all angsty and sad and then I'll bust out this number and he'll fall in love with me and...it's gonna be totally awesome~ AVPM reference, anyone? ^.^
7. When I make my final stand:
"Not Over Yet" from AVPS. I do not think there is a more appropriate song on my iPod for this. 8D Our history is nothing more than what the losers settle for, so look alive and don't forget that it's not over yet...
8. When I think I've survived it all:
"All The Right Moves" by OneRepublic. Guess I'm a pessimist this time around.
9. When I discover a bite mark on me:
"Alligator Sky" by Owl City. I...hm...I'm not sure how I feel about this one. Where was I when the rockets came to life and carried you away into the Alligator Sky...Nope, don't see it. Unless...Even though I'll never know what's up ahead, I'm never letting go. Yeahhh.
10. The song during the end credits:
"Time of Your Life" by Alex Day. YES. JUST YES.
So that's that. On to Sims~
Buh, where do I start. So much has happened. Ostacato and Trista had their first baby, a cute little boy named Luca. He's a toddler, and he got Tessa's red hair. :3 They also had a little girl, Ann Marie. She's still a newborn.
Only once did I not save something out of sheer anger. Luca was inches away from being taken away by child services; his hunger meter was dangerously low and he was about to pass out. I was going to try and fix it when Tessa pissed herself and I was finally like, "Screw this, I'm out." I went back in and handled things more maturely, and things are running smoothly again. Sort of. It's hard to care for two elders, a toddler, a baby, and three adults. The former four are so needy.
In other news, I used 7000 to paint the exterior and interior of the second and third floors (I added a third floor, if I forgot to tell you last time; it has four rooms. Two for babies/toddlers and two for children. Kind of bad placement since it takes Tessa/Jonathan ages to get up there to change diapers and shit), as well as touch up some places I missed downstairs. I fixed the flooring throughout the entire house, as almost none of it was how I wanted it to be. I moved some things around, also. The kitchen is were Tessa and Jonathan's bedroom used to be (I built them a little room in the corner of the giant living room; I'm putting a second one there soon since I'll need it for the second generation and on), the dining room is in the first extension of the house, between the kitchen and bathroom, the chess table is in the living room...and where the kitchen used to be is now a foyer-ish-thing with a wooden bench and plants and the phone and big windows...
And I window'd the top floor. The house is looking much more house-y now. I still have 6300-ish left. I'm going to begin upgrading appliances and fleshing out the living room and getting flowers/trees/hedges and a pool...but that's all far in the future. I never want to have less than 5000 again. Oh, there's also a fourth bathroom on the third floor. This is all in a terrible order.
The house where my last big family lived had a rooftop hot tub-bar-chill place. I'm not sure I like the flat roof idea for this one, so I think I might put some stuff (hot tub) in the center and build a roof around it. I'll see.
I lost my train of thought; I went to go help my mom move a table. So...bye. XD
So I'm going to take the cheap route and blog about something hayleyghoover blogger about recently. It's a game where you shuffle your iPod and write in the first ten songs as the songs that would play in your zombie apocalypse movie. Now, I rather liked the results I got from this game, so I'm going to go ahead and place them below.
1. The overall theme for the apocalypse:
"Under The Sea" from The Little Mermaid. I don't even...How...No words, blog, no words.
2. The song that plays when I kill my first zombie:
"Chiquitita" by ABBA. I haven't ever listened to this song all the way through (it's like, what, 7 minutes? Maybe only 5...). That's a lie, I've listened to it maybe twice. So I don't know what to say about it. Chiquitita tell me what's wrong. That's the only line I know. "Well, for starters, I just killed a zombie and have officially entered the stage or inhuman rage."
3. The song that plays while I'm being chased by a horde:
"T-Shirt" by Shontelle. Guess they came at a bad time. Heh. Get it? 0D
4. When I kill my loved one:
"Hakuna Matata" from The Lion King. What the hell, Apple? D: Unless, of course, the loved one is singing to me. Wait, no, zombies don't sing. I did kill them because they were a zombie, right?
5. When I find a group of survivors:
"Let's Go Outside" by Luke and Tessa. Outside sucks, let's go back inside. Or else, we'll like, die.
6. When I meet my new love interest:
"The Coolest Girl" from AVPS. Fuckyes. It'll be all angsty and sad and then I'll bust out this number and he'll fall in love with me and...it's gonna be totally awesome~ AVPM reference, anyone? ^.^
7. When I make my final stand:
"Not Over Yet" from AVPS. I do not think there is a more appropriate song on my iPod for this. 8D Our history is nothing more than what the losers settle for, so look alive and don't forget that it's not over yet...
8. When I think I've survived it all:
"All The Right Moves" by OneRepublic. Guess I'm a pessimist this time around.
9. When I discover a bite mark on me:
"Alligator Sky" by Owl City. I...hm...I'm not sure how I feel about this one. Where was I when the rockets came to life and carried you away into the Alligator Sky...Nope, don't see it. Unless...Even though I'll never know what's up ahead, I'm never letting go. Yeahhh.
10. The song during the end credits:
"Time of Your Life" by Alex Day. YES. JUST YES.
So that's that. On to Sims~
Buh, where do I start. So much has happened. Ostacato and Trista had their first baby, a cute little boy named Luca. He's a toddler, and he got Tessa's red hair. :3 They also had a little girl, Ann Marie. She's still a newborn.
Only once did I not save something out of sheer anger. Luca was inches away from being taken away by child services; his hunger meter was dangerously low and he was about to pass out. I was going to try and fix it when Tessa pissed herself and I was finally like, "Screw this, I'm out." I went back in and handled things more maturely, and things are running smoothly again. Sort of. It's hard to care for two elders, a toddler, a baby, and three adults. The former four are so needy.
In other news, I used 7000 to paint the exterior and interior of the second and third floors (I added a third floor, if I forgot to tell you last time; it has four rooms. Two for babies/toddlers and two for children. Kind of bad placement since it takes Tessa/Jonathan ages to get up there to change diapers and shit), as well as touch up some places I missed downstairs. I fixed the flooring throughout the entire house, as almost none of it was how I wanted it to be. I moved some things around, also. The kitchen is were Tessa and Jonathan's bedroom used to be (I built them a little room in the corner of the giant living room; I'm putting a second one there soon since I'll need it for the second generation and on), the dining room is in the first extension of the house, between the kitchen and bathroom, the chess table is in the living room...and where the kitchen used to be is now a foyer-ish-thing with a wooden bench and plants and the phone and big windows...
And I window'd the top floor. The house is looking much more house-y now. I still have 6300-ish left. I'm going to begin upgrading appliances and fleshing out the living room and getting flowers/trees/hedges and a pool...but that's all far in the future. I never want to have less than 5000 again. Oh, there's also a fourth bathroom on the third floor. This is all in a terrible order.
The house where my last big family lived had a rooftop hot tub-bar-chill place. I'm not sure I like the flat roof idea for this one, so I think I might put some stuff (hot tub) in the center and build a roof around it. I'll see.
I lost my train of thought; I went to go help my mom move a table. So...bye. XD
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Writer's Block and Childish Jealousy
It's funny, because I was planning to blog about writer's block before I saw the comment on my last post, and the two are sort of related.
But first, I can't get this song out of my head. I don't even watch that show! But I adore Neil Patrick Harris. :3
Okay, so.
I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned here that I love writing. Well, it might have been implied in the first post ever, I can't remember. But yeah. I like writing. This will come into play for both the topics I want to talk about today.
In addition to regular writing, I love fanfiction. I have an account on fanfiction(dot)net which I use daily. I'm a roleplaying nerd, plus I have a lot of friends there on regular chat forums. I also write my own fanfiction. But I haven't written anything in ages.
At the beginning of the year, I wrote down one of my New Year's resolutions of finishing the trilogy I started on that account. I'm halfway through the third fic. But I just can't bring myself to write. And now I'm addicted to Sims again, so I don't know how I'll ever do it. True, I have eight months left, but I have so many other long term projects I need to do. I have to study extra French to skip the 1B course, I have huge English projects due, I might go to Europe, then I start high school, and there's the Sims which will dominate the near future...
And when I sit down to write, nothing comes. I'll just go on Facebook and FFN, and three hours later I'll have a hundred words (blogging is easier for me than creative writing, if you didn't notice).
I do attend a Writing Club every Monday. That usually ends up being the only time I write aside from these blogs. Sometimes I get into a fanfiction mood and I'll post a few chapters, but yeah. I do roleplay daily, but it isn't the same thing for me.
This sort of ties into the childish jealously part of this blog post. Not really. But I'm using it as a segue anyway. There's a girl who writes poetry and posts it as notes on Facebook (she goes to my school). There are always comments upon comments about how powerful it is and how awesome she is, an apparently a family member is hooking up with a publisher and she's had tons of publishing chances before...
It just makes me feel worthless. I don't know why. I guess it's because I've always had a dream of being a published author. In 4th grade, I filled a binder with lined paper and penned down my first novel(la). Several edits later, it's finished. Sure, it'll probably rot in my harddrives, but I did it. It was officially finished about 14 months ago. Last November, I participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and won. I edited (badly) and got the proof copy. Sure, when I posted a picture of it on Facebook, it got nine likes and twenty positive comments, and people wanted to buy it (to which I said no because it needed more editing and Amazon wanted a ton of personal info to sell it), but somehow this just pales.
I'm a rather jealous type. Maybe it's a sin, but I've always wanted to stand out and be known. I don't want to be popular, because I'm a hipster douche, just noticed.
Buh.
I'm just going to move on to Sims. 0D
Ostacato got married! :D A day or two before he became an adult and I was desperate to find him a wife, Trista Shaw walked by. They became good enough friends, but she had to to leave before they could get married the first day. So I had him call her over the next day and chat it up. Finally, it was time to propose, and she said yes. But when I proposed marriage, she left him at the altar.
Not excited to replay their entire relationship from scratch, I was like, "Wait, I saved when they became best friends!"
So I exited the lot without saving and went back in time. This time made her move in first and then I saved when they got engaged. They woo-hoo'd, but then Trista rejected his marriage again. I logged out again and saved after they woo-hoo'd then made her propose, that bitch. Ostacato said yes.
Then came the pregnancy war. I always try to get the woman pregnant the first night, but it took Trista three nights and five total tries to get pregnant. This means the parents will be elders probably only a few days after the second child becomes a teen. Stressss.
At least raising the kids will be easy. With their current schedules (which will change because I want them to get promoted more), Trista leaves for work right when Ostacato comes back. But it doesn't matter even if they're gone at the same time, because Tessa and Jonathan have at least ten more days left in them, which is enough to be alive for the births of both children, and they'll probably pass around when the second child becomes a child. I'm hoping to have Trista be at the top of the Slacker career track by then so her hours will be very agreeable to not needing a nanny, but probably another job along the way to the top will be good enough.
Speaking of nannies, I hired a maid because I couldn't keep up with the cleaning and I was hoping to have her marry Ostacato if necessary. It wasn't, and now she comes every day anyway. It isn't expensive, and it gives my Sims more time to focus on their wants and needs.
One more thing. SICKNESS. I've never had a problem with sick Sims before. I've only ever had two Sims get sick before. But Ostacato has been sick five times. The first time it was with the flu. He got Charleigh sick and then got better, but Charleigh got him sick and then they got well together. Then he had two colds. Then he got the flu again, getting Tessa and Charleigh sick. And now he has another cold. Ugh.
I'm going to eat and then play more. Trista has one more day before giving birth. I think I'm going to name it Seth for a boy and Ann Marie for a girl.
OH. And I finally added windows to the house. It cost 4000, and they still had 9000 left. Now they're at around 11000. Jonathan can finish a painting about every two days, and they all see for around 500. Plus, Tessa finished a novel that sold for around 2500, and she's working on another that will probably be done right before she dies.
/actually leaving now
But first, I can't get this song out of my head. I don't even watch that show! But I adore Neil Patrick Harris. :3
Okay, so.
I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned here that I love writing. Well, it might have been implied in the first post ever, I can't remember. But yeah. I like writing. This will come into play for both the topics I want to talk about today.
In addition to regular writing, I love fanfiction. I have an account on fanfiction(dot)net which I use daily. I'm a roleplaying nerd, plus I have a lot of friends there on regular chat forums. I also write my own fanfiction. But I haven't written anything in ages.
At the beginning of the year, I wrote down one of my New Year's resolutions of finishing the trilogy I started on that account. I'm halfway through the third fic. But I just can't bring myself to write. And now I'm addicted to Sims again, so I don't know how I'll ever do it. True, I have eight months left, but I have so many other long term projects I need to do. I have to study extra French to skip the 1B course, I have huge English projects due, I might go to Europe, then I start high school, and there's the Sims which will dominate the near future...
And when I sit down to write, nothing comes. I'll just go on Facebook and FFN, and three hours later I'll have a hundred words (blogging is easier for me than creative writing, if you didn't notice).
I do attend a Writing Club every Monday. That usually ends up being the only time I write aside from these blogs. Sometimes I get into a fanfiction mood and I'll post a few chapters, but yeah. I do roleplay daily, but it isn't the same thing for me.
This sort of ties into the childish jealously part of this blog post. Not really. But I'm using it as a segue anyway. There's a girl who writes poetry and posts it as notes on Facebook (she goes to my school). There are always comments upon comments about how powerful it is and how awesome she is, an apparently a family member is hooking up with a publisher and she's had tons of publishing chances before...
It just makes me feel worthless. I don't know why. I guess it's because I've always had a dream of being a published author. In 4th grade, I filled a binder with lined paper and penned down my first novel(la). Several edits later, it's finished. Sure, it'll probably rot in my harddrives, but I did it. It was officially finished about 14 months ago. Last November, I participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and won. I edited (badly) and got the proof copy. Sure, when I posted a picture of it on Facebook, it got nine likes and twenty positive comments, and people wanted to buy it (to which I said no because it needed more editing and Amazon wanted a ton of personal info to sell it), but somehow this just pales.
I'm a rather jealous type. Maybe it's a sin, but I've always wanted to stand out and be known. I don't want to be popular, because I'm a hipster douche, just noticed.
Buh.
I'm just going to move on to Sims. 0D
Ostacato got married! :D A day or two before he became an adult and I was desperate to find him a wife, Trista Shaw walked by. They became good enough friends, but she had to to leave before they could get married the first day. So I had him call her over the next day and chat it up. Finally, it was time to propose, and she said yes. But when I proposed marriage, she left him at the altar.
Not excited to replay their entire relationship from scratch, I was like, "Wait, I saved when they became best friends!"
So I exited the lot without saving and went back in time. This time made her move in first and then I saved when they got engaged. They woo-hoo'd, but then Trista rejected his marriage again. I logged out again and saved after they woo-hoo'd then made her propose, that bitch. Ostacato said yes.
Then came the pregnancy war. I always try to get the woman pregnant the first night, but it took Trista three nights and five total tries to get pregnant. This means the parents will be elders probably only a few days after the second child becomes a teen. Stressss.
At least raising the kids will be easy. With their current schedules (which will change because I want them to get promoted more), Trista leaves for work right when Ostacato comes back. But it doesn't matter even if they're gone at the same time, because Tessa and Jonathan have at least ten more days left in them, which is enough to be alive for the births of both children, and they'll probably pass around when the second child becomes a child. I'm hoping to have Trista be at the top of the Slacker career track by then so her hours will be very agreeable to not needing a nanny, but probably another job along the way to the top will be good enough.
Speaking of nannies, I hired a maid because I couldn't keep up with the cleaning and I was hoping to have her marry Ostacato if necessary. It wasn't, and now she comes every day anyway. It isn't expensive, and it gives my Sims more time to focus on their wants and needs.
One more thing. SICKNESS. I've never had a problem with sick Sims before. I've only ever had two Sims get sick before. But Ostacato has been sick five times. The first time it was with the flu. He got Charleigh sick and then got better, but Charleigh got him sick and then they got well together. Then he had two colds. Then he got the flu again, getting Tessa and Charleigh sick. And now he has another cold. Ugh.
I'm going to eat and then play more. Trista has one more day before giving birth. I think I'm going to name it Seth for a boy and Ann Marie for a girl.
OH. And I finally added windows to the house. It cost 4000, and they still had 9000 left. Now they're at around 11000. Jonathan can finish a painting about every two days, and they all see for around 500. Plus, Tessa finished a novel that sold for around 2500, and she's working on another that will probably be done right before she dies.
/actually leaving now
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Sims, Because There's Nothing Else Exciting To Blog About
I came to blog because I had a ton of things to say about my Sims. But I don't have any other real subject matter. Shoot.
Well.
Whatever.
I'm going to talk about my Sims. Because I can. Because I will. Because I want to. BecauseIhaven'tseenacommentindayssoit'snotlikeI'mtryingtopleaseanyone.
^^'
Right, so.
Life's been pretty hectic. I don't know if it's about to get better or worse. Aspiration meters and moods have been dipping. Ostacato spent a couple game days mere inches from getting a Social Bunny. I believe I told you Jonathan lost his job, yes? I decided to make him be a painter so he can at least bring in a few hundred simoleons every couple days. He's nearly maxed out the Creativity skill. :3
Ostacato is sick. He spent too many nights up until 3 a.m. trying to get his homework done. I hate child/teen Sims for their stupid homework. It's just tedious. Especially because I make my teen Sims get jobs, too. Their fun meters are almost never more than half-full. At least it's the weekend, so Ostacato can get better, deal with his fun and social meters, and do homework. And find an adult female to be his wife when he becomes an adult. Maybe I'll just steal Titania from Oberon for him.
Side note, I love how all the Veronaville Sims that are in pre-made families have the names of Shakespeare characters.
Anyway, Tessa and Jonathan are now elders. Jonathan will continue painting so he can max out the Creativity skill like he wants to. Tessa retired. She's getting a pension of 336 simoleons a day or something. Kids are going to be adults soon, so I think they can manage on the 6000 or so S they have now.
Ha, I just realized that from "Life's been pretty hectic" to the end of that last paragraph, the capital letters that start on the lefthand side spell out "LOST SACK." XD
Right.
So I think life is getting better. Once Ostacato gets married I may be able to do a little more remodeling, which will be nice. I spent a good two hours re-reading this guide, because I could. I always learn something new or remember something old when I do. Good times.
I should go read. Or practice. Or just do something not involving the computer.
Well.
Whatever.
I'm going to talk about my Sims. Because I can. Because I will. Because I want to. BecauseIhaven'tseenacommentindayssoit'snotlikeI'mtryingtopleaseanyone.
^^'
Right, so.
Life's been pretty hectic. I don't know if it's about to get better or worse. Aspiration meters and moods have been dipping. Ostacato spent a couple game days mere inches from getting a Social Bunny. I believe I told you Jonathan lost his job, yes? I decided to make him be a painter so he can at least bring in a few hundred simoleons every couple days. He's nearly maxed out the Creativity skill. :3
Ostacato is sick. He spent too many nights up until 3 a.m. trying to get his homework done. I hate child/teen Sims for their stupid homework. It's just tedious. Especially because I make my teen Sims get jobs, too. Their fun meters are almost never more than half-full. At least it's the weekend, so Ostacato can get better, deal with his fun and social meters, and do homework. And find an adult female to be his wife when he becomes an adult. Maybe I'll just steal Titania from Oberon for him.
Side note, I love how all the Veronaville Sims that are in pre-made families have the names of Shakespeare characters.
Anyway, Tessa and Jonathan are now elders. Jonathan will continue painting so he can max out the Creativity skill like he wants to. Tessa retired. She's getting a pension of 336 simoleons a day or something. Kids are going to be adults soon, so I think they can manage on the 6000 or so S they have now.
Ha, I just realized that from "Life's been pretty hectic" to the end of that last paragraph, the capital letters that start on the lefthand side spell out "LOST SACK." XD
Right.
So I think life is getting better. Once Ostacato gets married I may be able to do a little more remodeling, which will be nice. I spent a good two hours re-reading this guide, because I could. I always learn something new or remember something old when I do. Good times.
I should go read. Or practice. Or just do something not involving the computer.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Things That May or May Not Be Helpful Later On in Life
Please excuse me while I try to find a way to begin this blog post other than "today" or "so".
Hey, wait a minute...
Today, I began teaching myself how to juggle. I don't know why. I picked up a hacky-sack and said to myself, "I'm going to learn how to juggle." The thing is, I only have one hacky-sack. Thus, the instruments which I will use to thrown in the air in a juggling formation are the little containers that hold the toys inside of Kinder Schokolade eggs.
Class. We have it.
The thing about learning to juggle is that it is, well, hard. I watched charlieissocoollike's video about it (oh damn, a hyperlink), and I found tossing one ball and tossing two balls to be incredibly easy. But I can't get more than a cycle-and-a-half. I always forget to toss one of the balls before catching the one in the air and ending the cycle.
You understand?
No, no you don't, because I absolutely suck at describing things. Sorry.
The other thing I began learning today was my lines. "Your lines?" the blog readers asked incredulously. Yes, my lines. On May 6th, my school is holding a "club night." Drama club is putting on two scenes from The Importance of Being Earnest. We needed something we could do fast, so we took three people who did it last year and a sevvie to do it. The thing is, I'm not in the scene I was in last year like the other two people that did it last year, so yeah. I'm still Gwendoline, though.
"From the moment I met you I distrusted you. I felt that you were false and deceitful. I am never deceived in these manners. My first impressions of people are invariably right."
Or something. That's my last line close to word-for-word. I think.
Sims~ :D
Ugh, where do I start? Everything is just spiraling downhill. Jonathan lost his job due to a chance card. I've decided to leave him unemployed, which was probably a bad idea. Frustrated by the fact that there was only one bathroom, I decided to work on the second floor. After fencing the balcony, putting the walls, building a dinky bathroom with the cheapest toilet and the cheapest sink, and adding a door to the bathroom, I had spent about 10,000 S, leaving the family with currently about 1,100. And Jonathan doesn't have a job.
True, Tessa makes nearly 1,000 S a day, but I remodeled after she came home on Friday and she doesn't work weekends. Ostacato brings in 57 S five days a week, but that's hardly useful.
Charleigh is now a teen. I decided Ostacato is better looking, so he's on the look out for an adult to make nice with so they can get engaged the day he becomes and adult. By the way, I messed up yesterday. Ostacato has Knowledge aspiration, not Fortune. Since Charleigh won't be getting married, she has Romance aspiration as planned. And she needs a job.
Eventually, the house will have at least one more floor and a roof hot tub scene like my last big family did. I might add more around the sides which will arguably look unsightly when I fix the balcony fencing because I can't delete old fencing, but whatever.
And they still don't have any windows. :/
Hey, wait a minute...
Today, I began teaching myself how to juggle. I don't know why. I picked up a hacky-sack and said to myself, "I'm going to learn how to juggle." The thing is, I only have one hacky-sack. Thus, the instruments which I will use to thrown in the air in a juggling formation are the little containers that hold the toys inside of Kinder Schokolade eggs.
Class. We have it.
The thing about learning to juggle is that it is, well, hard. I watched charlieissocoollike's video about it (oh damn, a hyperlink), and I found tossing one ball and tossing two balls to be incredibly easy. But I can't get more than a cycle-and-a-half. I always forget to toss one of the balls before catching the one in the air and ending the cycle.
You understand?
No, no you don't, because I absolutely suck at describing things. Sorry.
The other thing I began learning today was my lines. "Your lines?" the blog readers asked incredulously. Yes, my lines. On May 6th, my school is holding a "club night." Drama club is putting on two scenes from The Importance of Being Earnest. We needed something we could do fast, so we took three people who did it last year and a sevvie to do it. The thing is, I'm not in the scene I was in last year like the other two people that did it last year, so yeah. I'm still Gwendoline, though.
"From the moment I met you I distrusted you. I felt that you were false and deceitful. I am never deceived in these manners. My first impressions of people are invariably right."
Or something. That's my last line close to word-for-word. I think.
Sims~ :D
Ugh, where do I start? Everything is just spiraling downhill. Jonathan lost his job due to a chance card. I've decided to leave him unemployed, which was probably a bad idea. Frustrated by the fact that there was only one bathroom, I decided to work on the second floor. After fencing the balcony, putting the walls, building a dinky bathroom with the cheapest toilet and the cheapest sink, and adding a door to the bathroom, I had spent about 10,000 S, leaving the family with currently about 1,100. And Jonathan doesn't have a job.
True, Tessa makes nearly 1,000 S a day, but I remodeled after she came home on Friday and she doesn't work weekends. Ostacato brings in 57 S five days a week, but that's hardly useful.
Charleigh is now a teen. I decided Ostacato is better looking, so he's on the look out for an adult to make nice with so they can get engaged the day he becomes and adult. By the way, I messed up yesterday. Ostacato has Knowledge aspiration, not Fortune. Since Charleigh won't be getting married, she has Romance aspiration as planned. And she needs a job.
Eventually, the house will have at least one more floor and a roof hot tub scene like my last big family did. I might add more around the sides which will arguably look unsightly when I fix the balcony fencing because I can't delete old fencing, but whatever.
And they still don't have any windows. :/
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Beauty and the RENT
Let's just jump into things, shall we? Today I watched two movies for the first time (yeah, I know it's only 1:45; what's your point?); Beauty and the Beast and RENT.
Hold on a second. Let's address those scowls you're giving me for never having seen Beauty and the Beast. I didn't watch movies very much as a child. I watched Dora the Explorer and my mom's soap operas. The only things meant for little kids that I watched on our VCR were like, Winnie the Pooh and the Teletubbies. Mind you, I had all these Disney movies, I just didn't watch them.
However, I must point out I have a brother who is three years older than me. I watched his movies. I watched Indiana Jones and Star Wars, because whatever my big brother watched had to be cool. Satchels and the force, yay~! :D
Last year, my friends were having a Disney movie marathon. I realized I had no recollection of watching any Disney movies as a kid. I went home that February Break and watched The Little Mermaid, The Lion King, The Lion King 2, and Mulan. That was it, but I was hooked.
Fast-forward to yesterday. I was reading one of owlssayhooot's latest blog posts about her favorite Disney heroines. Belle was her favorite. I read the description of why and I decided I absolutely had to watch that movie.
But I also absolutely had to watch RENT. I have a few friends that are positively in love with it, and I gave in and promised to watch it.
So, opinions?
I'll start with RENT. Forgive me, RENT enthusiasts, but I didn't like it. Don't get me wrong, I adore musicals. Just not this one. There was, believe it or not, simply too much singing. That movie is just over two hours long, and I don't think I'd be remiss to say that there was about two hours of singing. Not only that, but the songs didn't make that much sense with almost know dialogue. There were so many "wait, what?" moments in that movie that I couldn't keep track of them. And the only character I liked was Mark.
No hard feelings?
I did, however, absolutely adore Beauty and the Beast. The entire last hour had me out of my chair screaming about how adorable it was (thank goodness no one was home). Call me a child, but Disney movies are more enthralling to me than any other movies. When Toy Story 3 came out, I decided to watch the first two, and my heart was pounding so much at the ends of both and I was screaming at all the characters. You know a movie is good when I scream at the characters.
So that's what I did today. :D
Sims~
I realized before I wrote this post that I never told you the name of Tessa and Jonathan's son. His name is Ostacato.
There's a backstory to that, though. In orchestra, the conductor played hang man with us to try and get us to say a certain musical term. When we finally got it (Ostacato), I turned to my friend, who I'd been talking about Sims with for the entire class, and told her I had to name a Sim that. So I did.
Nothing much else of importance happened. Tessa got promoted, though she's working the same days with almost the same exact hours (10-4 instead of 10-6). Jonathan got promoted, but he's still working nights (6-1 instead of 11-4). Ostacato became a teen right before I turned it off. I painted the house...
By the way, my hypothesis was correct. Ostacato was born with a giant nose, but it didn't grow as he grew. As a teen, he looks almost normal. I'm going to wait four Sim days for Charleigh to join him in teenhood before I decided what to do with them. I gave Ostacato Fortune aspiration in case he would end up the one who doesn't get married; it's a safe option. If I decide he is the one to be married, Charleigh will get Romance aspiration. :3
I'm off to walk my dog, as it is beautiful outside and it's supposed to rain Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
Hold on a second. Let's address those scowls you're giving me for never having seen Beauty and the Beast. I didn't watch movies very much as a child. I watched Dora the Explorer and my mom's soap operas. The only things meant for little kids that I watched on our VCR were like, Winnie the Pooh and the Teletubbies. Mind you, I had all these Disney movies, I just didn't watch them.
However, I must point out I have a brother who is three years older than me. I watched his movies. I watched Indiana Jones and Star Wars, because whatever my big brother watched had to be cool. Satchels and the force, yay~! :D
Last year, my friends were having a Disney movie marathon. I realized I had no recollection of watching any Disney movies as a kid. I went home that February Break and watched The Little Mermaid, The Lion King, The Lion King 2, and Mulan. That was it, but I was hooked.
Fast-forward to yesterday. I was reading one of owlssayhooot's latest blog posts about her favorite Disney heroines. Belle was her favorite. I read the description of why and I decided I absolutely had to watch that movie.
But I also absolutely had to watch RENT. I have a few friends that are positively in love with it, and I gave in and promised to watch it.
So, opinions?
I'll start with RENT. Forgive me, RENT enthusiasts, but I didn't like it. Don't get me wrong, I adore musicals. Just not this one. There was, believe it or not, simply too much singing. That movie is just over two hours long, and I don't think I'd be remiss to say that there was about two hours of singing. Not only that, but the songs didn't make that much sense with almost know dialogue. There were so many "wait, what?" moments in that movie that I couldn't keep track of them. And the only character I liked was Mark.
No hard feelings?
I did, however, absolutely adore Beauty and the Beast. The entire last hour had me out of my chair screaming about how adorable it was (thank goodness no one was home). Call me a child, but Disney movies are more enthralling to me than any other movies. When Toy Story 3 came out, I decided to watch the first two, and my heart was pounding so much at the ends of both and I was screaming at all the characters. You know a movie is good when I scream at the characters.
So that's what I did today. :D
Sims~
I realized before I wrote this post that I never told you the name of Tessa and Jonathan's son. His name is Ostacato.
There's a backstory to that, though. In orchestra, the conductor played hang man with us to try and get us to say a certain musical term. When we finally got it (Ostacato), I turned to my friend, who I'd been talking about Sims with for the entire class, and told her I had to name a Sim that. So I did.
Nothing much else of importance happened. Tessa got promoted, though she's working the same days with almost the same exact hours (10-4 instead of 10-6). Jonathan got promoted, but he's still working nights (6-1 instead of 11-4). Ostacato became a teen right before I turned it off. I painted the house...
By the way, my hypothesis was correct. Ostacato was born with a giant nose, but it didn't grow as he grew. As a teen, he looks almost normal. I'm going to wait four Sim days for Charleigh to join him in teenhood before I decided what to do with them. I gave Ostacato Fortune aspiration in case he would end up the one who doesn't get married; it's a safe option. If I decide he is the one to be married, Charleigh will get Romance aspiration. :3
I'm off to walk my dog, as it is beautiful outside and it's supposed to rain Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Spring Break and Other Semi-Related Things
I often dream about having a lot of followers, but maybe it's a good thing I don't. I gained one and suddenly I have no idea what to write (okay, that's no surprise) out of shyness (that's the surprise).
So hi. It's raining, it's spring break, and Easter is in a week. How are you? :D
The thing about breaks from school is that they never feel like a break until it's Tuesday. I spend the entire weekend like a would a regular weekend since my family never goes anywhere for our week-long breaks, and I can't wrap my head around the fact that it's break. Come Monday I'm still not convinced because we have Monday's off often enough. It sinks in around Tuesday. So right now, it still feels like a regular weekend.
I'm not looking forward to this break as much as I did the last one. I have a homework assignment for English due the day back, a huge project due for English May 2nd, and a large project for English due May 23rd. Plus I'm re-addicted to Sims and we're having guests for Easter.
In situations like this, I often say "stress monkeys." I don't know why. I just do. Fear the stress monkeys.
-awkward silence-
Well, then. Sims? :D
Tessa gave birth to a wholly hideous son. Seriously. His nose legitimately looks like a pig nose. I'm hoping it'll stay the same as he grows so it'll look mildly in proportion, but until then he's disgusting. I got Tessa knocked up again in hopes of a more attractive child as well as just because I wanted to. Things were looking bright for adorable Charleigh Larkofski. Until she became a toddler.
Same. Freaking. Pig. Nose.
This is the last time I'm spending so much time tweaking facial features for a Sim. It clearly has had a very negative affect. I'm not sure which Sim I'm going to marry now that they are both so ugly. In the end, one will get married and have two kids and blah blah blah while the other lives out a lonely life caring for the kids when needed and raking in a steady income. Like a boss.
I expanded the house a lot more, and the family's cash is dwindling. It's at around 4,000 at the moment, I believe. Aspiration meters are dangerously low and tempers are quick to snap. Jonathan works Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday from 11 pm to 4 am, which was a wonderful parenting arrangement until I discovered the terrible affects on his life. I'm going to need to get him promoted, which is a pain because not only will I probably have to hire a maid while the children are still children, but the Slacker careers require your Sims to have tons of friends.
And I hate making them have friends. There's no time. D:
Not, of course, implying that I'm socially awkward or anything.
Heh.
So hi. It's raining, it's spring break, and Easter is in a week. How are you? :D
The thing about breaks from school is that they never feel like a break until it's Tuesday. I spend the entire weekend like a would a regular weekend since my family never goes anywhere for our week-long breaks, and I can't wrap my head around the fact that it's break. Come Monday I'm still not convinced because we have Monday's off often enough. It sinks in around Tuesday. So right now, it still feels like a regular weekend.
I'm not looking forward to this break as much as I did the last one. I have a homework assignment for English due the day back, a huge project due for English May 2nd, and a large project for English due May 23rd. Plus I'm re-addicted to Sims and we're having guests for Easter.
In situations like this, I often say "stress monkeys." I don't know why. I just do. Fear the stress monkeys.
-awkward silence-
Well, then. Sims? :D
Tessa gave birth to a wholly hideous son. Seriously. His nose legitimately looks like a pig nose. I'm hoping it'll stay the same as he grows so it'll look mildly in proportion, but until then he's disgusting. I got Tessa knocked up again in hopes of a more attractive child as well as just because I wanted to. Things were looking bright for adorable Charleigh Larkofski. Until she became a toddler.
Same. Freaking. Pig. Nose.
This is the last time I'm spending so much time tweaking facial features for a Sim. It clearly has had a very negative affect. I'm not sure which Sim I'm going to marry now that they are both so ugly. In the end, one will get married and have two kids and blah blah blah while the other lives out a lonely life caring for the kids when needed and raking in a steady income. Like a boss.
I expanded the house a lot more, and the family's cash is dwindling. It's at around 4,000 at the moment, I believe. Aspiration meters are dangerously low and tempers are quick to snap. Jonathan works Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday from 11 pm to 4 am, which was a wonderful parenting arrangement until I discovered the terrible affects on his life. I'm going to need to get him promoted, which is a pain because not only will I probably have to hire a maid while the children are still children, but the Slacker careers require your Sims to have tons of friends.
And I hate making them have friends. There's no time. D:
Not, of course, implying that I'm socially awkward or anything.
Heh.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Day of Silence: The Aftermath Or Something
Today was the National Day of Silence. I say that in the past tense because I ended my vow of silence at 2:15 at my school's "Breaking The Silence Ceremony," where we all shouted, "Stop discrimination now: yay us!" and ate lollipops.
I spoke two words before that. I said hi to my mom when I had been awake for a few seconds, as I had forgotten all about Day of Silence. I accidentally said, "Yeah," in orchestra to something the conductor said. But that was it.
I did use post-its and things to communicate. My science teacher gave me a whiteboard which I used to answer questions in my classes and talk to my friends during lunch. Other than that, I wrote a few messages:
(Usually, the person I was talking too was also silent and wrote on their own board, but my friend wrote back a few times. Those are in italics).
--
I'm participating in Day of Silence.
By law, your teachers can require you to speak, so yes, in theory, you could get a lunch detention without the slip from the guidance counselor.
Do you have a slip from Mr. Sadiq?
Good, me either.
I don't need permission to support a cause.
Tessa married Jonathan, I expanded the house. Tessa's preggers. Jonathan's suit is misleading; he's in the Slacker career. But he makes 256 a day. And Tessa makes over 700, so it's good.
Who's Jonathan?
Some hot pre-made guy. He wears a suit. 0D
GIVE YOUR ANGEL EYES! D:<
NO.
I had corn flakes for breakfast.
Guess what I'm doing all break? :D
Well, you're probably sitting home creating wonderful, in-depth, suspenseful stories on FFN. Personally, I'll be spending time playing Sims...
...I'm playing Sims. XD
YAY! SIM BUDDY! <3
:D I'm going to be blogging about it, too. Nothing else to blog about. ^^ (I'm doing BEDA, blog every day in April).
Cool. I'm watching Gossip Girl, too, when I get the disks. Of course, the disks only come once every three days. :'( And I might go visit one of my cousins with a baby, either the on in CT or RI.
D'awwww. :3 I'm doing Independent Reading, Challenge, and ASFH work for fricking English. OH! AND EASTER!
I'm going to go home and scream.
Ha. I'm staying home all break. Family for Easter, though.
I don't have a slip; d'ya think they'll kick me out of the celebration? D:
Do you have it?
Oh, good, we can be kicked out together.
--
As you can see, I only used the post-its when necessary. 0D
I just remembered I'm getting two awesome dresses and some other things I have on hold at a store today. I'm going to go play Sims and wait for my mom to come home with those.
Happy break~ :D
I spoke two words before that. I said hi to my mom when I had been awake for a few seconds, as I had forgotten all about Day of Silence. I accidentally said, "Yeah," in orchestra to something the conductor said. But that was it.
I did use post-its and things to communicate. My science teacher gave me a whiteboard which I used to answer questions in my classes and talk to my friends during lunch. Other than that, I wrote a few messages:
(Usually, the person I was talking too was also silent and wrote on their own board, but my friend wrote back a few times. Those are in italics).
--
I'm participating in Day of Silence.
By law, your teachers can require you to speak, so yes, in theory, you could get a lunch detention without the slip from the guidance counselor.
Do you have a slip from Mr. Sadiq?
Good, me either.
I don't need permission to support a cause.
Tessa married Jonathan, I expanded the house. Tessa's preggers. Jonathan's suit is misleading; he's in the Slacker career. But he makes 256 a day. And Tessa makes over 700, so it's good.
Who's Jonathan?
Some hot pre-made guy. He wears a suit. 0D
GIVE YOUR ANGEL EYES! D:<
NO.
I had corn flakes for breakfast.
Guess what I'm doing all break? :D
Well, you're probably sitting home creating wonderful, in-depth, suspenseful stories on FFN. Personally, I'll be spending time playing Sims...
...I'm playing Sims. XD
YAY! SIM BUDDY! <3
:D I'm going to be blogging about it, too. Nothing else to blog about. ^^ (I'm doing BEDA, blog every day in April).
Cool. I'm watching Gossip Girl, too, when I get the disks. Of course, the disks only come once every three days. :'( And I might go visit one of my cousins with a baby, either the on in CT or RI.
D'awwww. :3 I'm doing Independent Reading, Challenge, and ASFH work for fricking English. OH! AND EASTER!
I'm going to go home and scream.
Ha. I'm staying home all break. Family for Easter, though.
I don't have a slip; d'ya think they'll kick me out of the celebration? D:
Do you have it?
Oh, good, we can be kicked out together.
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As you can see, I only used the post-its when necessary. 0D
I just remembered I'm getting two awesome dresses and some other things I have on hold at a store today. I'm going to go play Sims and wait for my mom to come home with those.
Happy break~ :D
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Day of Silence
Tomorrow, I will be participating in GLSEN's Day of Silence.
Sponsored by GLSEN, the Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Education Network, the Nation Day of Silence is a day of action in which students across the country take some form of a vow of silence to call attention to the silencing effect of anti-LGBT bulling and harassment in schools.
While the vow of silence is encouraged, you are left to your own devices as to how silent you will be. For me, I'll use writing as means of communication. My voice will be what is kept silent unless I am required to speak by a teacher. Which, apparently, they can do. I don't know if that will happen, seeing as my school is trying to get as many people as possible to participate in the event.
I'm undecided on whether or not I will do this just at school or all day. Probably the former, because then my family will probably ask a lot of questions, and I don't like being under their microscope. But we'll see.
Either way, I think it is a wonderful cause. I urge everyone who might be reading this to participate. More information can be found at www.dayofsilence.org.
Now...
Sims update! :D
I decided since all my families were in Pleasantview (save for one which I never really used in Veronaville), I'd be setting up shop in Veronaville this time around rather than deleting everything. mainly because I couldn't figure out how to delete stuff without re-installing the game, which I didn't have the patience to do.
So I set off and built the biggest property I could, which cost 15,200 of the 20,000 you are given to move in with. On this property, I built a 5x5 house with the bare essentials; the cheapest shower, the cheapest toilet, the cheapest sink, the cheapest refrigerator, the cheapest counter top, the cheapest stove, the cheapest chair, the cheapest bed, the cheapest flooring, no windows, two of the cheapest lightbulbs, and no paint. She had 450 simoleons leftover. Once my character moved in, I purchased the cheapest bookcase and later the cheapest chess set to keep her entertained.
My character is Tessa Larkofski, a young woman with styled short red hair, a white v-neck, and dark denim shorts. My strategy was simple. I moved her in and got her a job in the Medical career track (thank goodness it was available that day), then immediately began meeting people to find husband candidates. She has Family aspiration, as I want to make generations of Sims.
She got robbed one night or both her bookcase and chess set, which I begrudgingly replaced. Then, as soon as she had enough Aspiration points to get the Elixir of Life, I had her fall in love. His name is Jonathan, though I forgot to write down his last name before they got married. I had her down enough of the Elixir to be his age and then it was off to family land. I expanded the house a teeny bit, as they only had 12,000, and set off trying for a baby. The first day was a bust, but now Tessa is preggers.
My only regret is being led off by Jonathan's suit. He works in the Slacker career track. He makes 256 (or something) simoleons a day, which isn't bad, but still. I don't think I'll have him get a new job, though; Tessa is already a GP making over 700 S a day. Caring for the baby will be a pain on her maternity leave with Jonathan's income, but whatever. They'll manage for three days. Maybe.
I was thinking about having Jonathan just not work at all, but his income will be useful. Once the family (or Clan XD) accumulates money through generations (which will take a while considering how much I plan to expand (though that will mainly be as it is needed)), I'll be able to have one parent not work.
That's about it.
Sponsored by GLSEN, the Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Education Network, the Nation Day of Silence is a day of action in which students across the country take some form of a vow of silence to call attention to the silencing effect of anti-LGBT bulling and harassment in schools.
While the vow of silence is encouraged, you are left to your own devices as to how silent you will be. For me, I'll use writing as means of communication. My voice will be what is kept silent unless I am required to speak by a teacher. Which, apparently, they can do. I don't know if that will happen, seeing as my school is trying to get as many people as possible to participate in the event.
I'm undecided on whether or not I will do this just at school or all day. Probably the former, because then my family will probably ask a lot of questions, and I don't like being under their microscope. But we'll see.
Either way, I think it is a wonderful cause. I urge everyone who might be reading this to participate. More information can be found at www.dayofsilence.org.
Now...
Sims update! :D
I decided since all my families were in Pleasantview (save for one which I never really used in Veronaville), I'd be setting up shop in Veronaville this time around rather than deleting everything. mainly because I couldn't figure out how to delete stuff without re-installing the game, which I didn't have the patience to do.
So I set off and built the biggest property I could, which cost 15,200 of the 20,000 you are given to move in with. On this property, I built a 5x5 house with the bare essentials; the cheapest shower, the cheapest toilet, the cheapest sink, the cheapest refrigerator, the cheapest counter top, the cheapest stove, the cheapest chair, the cheapest bed, the cheapest flooring, no windows, two of the cheapest lightbulbs, and no paint. She had 450 simoleons leftover. Once my character moved in, I purchased the cheapest bookcase and later the cheapest chess set to keep her entertained.
My character is Tessa Larkofski, a young woman with styled short red hair, a white v-neck, and dark denim shorts. My strategy was simple. I moved her in and got her a job in the Medical career track (thank goodness it was available that day), then immediately began meeting people to find husband candidates. She has Family aspiration, as I want to make generations of Sims.
She got robbed one night or both her bookcase and chess set, which I begrudgingly replaced. Then, as soon as she had enough Aspiration points to get the Elixir of Life, I had her fall in love. His name is Jonathan, though I forgot to write down his last name before they got married. I had her down enough of the Elixir to be his age and then it was off to family land. I expanded the house a teeny bit, as they only had 12,000, and set off trying for a baby. The first day was a bust, but now Tessa is preggers.
My only regret is being led off by Jonathan's suit. He works in the Slacker career track. He makes 256 (or something) simoleons a day, which isn't bad, but still. I don't think I'll have him get a new job, though; Tessa is already a GP making over 700 S a day. Caring for the baby will be a pain on her maternity leave with Jonathan's income, but whatever. They'll manage for three days. Maybe.
I was thinking about having Jonathan just not work at all, but his income will be useful. Once the family (or Clan XD) accumulates money through generations (which will take a while considering how much I plan to expand (though that will mainly be as it is needed)), I'll be able to have one parent not work.
That's about it.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
OHMIGOD, Sims!
It may not be apparent at first glance, but I absolutely love video games. I'm not really a fan of CoD or Halo, but I'm a complete sucker for many Nintendo games and a few others. My top favorites include the Animal Crossing Games, the Pokemon games, and pretty much anything Mario. And I adore The Sims.
My brother bought The Sims 2 a long time ago. Back then he would almost never let me play, so I just had to sit and watch him play. But clever me found the correct code to install it over the summer and I became completely addicted. I even got my friend into it (though she has Sims 3, which always makes me feel bitter because it has so many more options and is better in nearly every aspect than my old school version with no expansion packs or anything).
Now, most people play Sims to kill them. But not I. I like to make multi-generation families with tons of drama. Sim Soap Operas.
Yesterday, I was telling my friend Raphe about these SSOs. And I began to feel really nostalgic, as I haven't played The Sims in at least six months, probably more. I decided to wipe my game and start anew this coming week, Spring Break, since I don't have any plans (shut up :P). I've been planning and strategizing, but that isn't very interesting. What is interesting is my largest past family, which I would like to tell you about.
It started off with innocent Ella Huntington, a young woman living in a house that came pre-made on the game. She quickly met Abhijeet Deppiesse, a pre-made character whom she married in due time. Those two had their son, Jamie Deppiesse. They lived happily enough. The both eventually died after Jamie met Brandi (who's maiden name I didn't write down before she got married) and the two got married. They had a daughter named Stella Deppiesse.
Up until this point, I had very managble Sims. There were three in the house, sometimes four if an elder was near death. It was easy. But then Jamie died.
When Brandi had three days left to live, she met Goppy Gilscarbo, a pre-made man with an aspiration for romance. For fun, I had her flirt with him. And suddenly all her wants were to kiss him and crap. So, for lulz, I had them get married.
Here's the thing. Brandi died three days later, but Goopy had just entered adulthood when he moved in, as all Sims do when they join your household in-game. My goal with this household was to live through the lives of all the Sims and have many generations. I couldn't kill Goopy, or kick him out, no matter how much I hated his name and his clothes. He was family now.
The house expanded to move the dining room back and give Goopy a bedroom. He spent much time in there screwing as many girls as possible to keep his mood Platinum, as he had romance aspiration.
Stella married Benjamin Long. They had two kids, a new concept for me. They were Erik Long and Aaron long. Since Aaron was hotter when they were both teenagers, I decided to have him be the one to get married. He built up relationship points with Marissa Bendett so they could marry the day he became an adult.
Things got complicated when Stella kept staring at Goopy and vis versa. I gave into their whims, having the two flirt, kiss, and woo-hoo. They did this all in a closed room, the unassuming family walking casually back and forth past it. But the husbands have this intuition with their wives, and Benjamin came storming in when Stella and Goopy got down and dirty to have a fight with Goopy.
It was all I could do to keep their marriage together. Benjamin loathed Stella, and Goopy as well. He wouldn't sleep in the same bed as Stella. It took ages to build up their relationship. As soon as they woo-hoo'd, Goopy got pissed. But it didn't matter if he hated Stella and Benjamin; he wasn't part of their relationship.
But he did have a little incest fun-time. With Aaron off marrying Marissa with plans for two kids, it was impossible for Erik to get married, let alone have children, with anyone new. But then I had a nasty little plan. Goopy needed to be tied down, despite his fears of marriage. So after much talking and flirting and sex...
Erik proposed to Goopy.
Who said yes.
Well, actually, they were in "Civil Union," but whatever. I call it marriage no matter what my game says. And they couldn't be satisfied. They adopted adorable little Whitney Long, topping off the Sim count at an overwhelming seven. And Marissa and Aaron were going to have two children, maxing out the house with nine Sims (which is the limit).
Looking back on this, I can't imagine going back. So I'm going to start fresh. I'm going to miss the little guys, but it is time to start over. This time with experience and strategy. I know exactly what I'm going to do. Expect updates/rants. ;D
On a completely different note, I'm pumped for tomorrow, which is Pajama Day. I have footsie pajamas with starships and glow-in-the-dark stars on them. It's also a Late Start. This is good and bad; good because I don't go to school until 2 hours and 15 minutes later, bad because that's two hours and fifteen minutes I can't show off my pajamas.
Which, by the way, I'm stealing from my older brother, so I can't put them on until I get to school.
Au revoir~
My brother bought The Sims 2 a long time ago. Back then he would almost never let me play, so I just had to sit and watch him play. But clever me found the correct code to install it over the summer and I became completely addicted. I even got my friend into it (though she has Sims 3, which always makes me feel bitter because it has so many more options and is better in nearly every aspect than my old school version with no expansion packs or anything).
Now, most people play Sims to kill them. But not I. I like to make multi-generation families with tons of drama. Sim Soap Operas.
Yesterday, I was telling my friend Raphe about these SSOs. And I began to feel really nostalgic, as I haven't played The Sims in at least six months, probably more. I decided to wipe my game and start anew this coming week, Spring Break, since I don't have any plans (shut up :P). I've been planning and strategizing, but that isn't very interesting. What is interesting is my largest past family, which I would like to tell you about.
It started off with innocent Ella Huntington, a young woman living in a house that came pre-made on the game. She quickly met Abhijeet Deppiesse, a pre-made character whom she married in due time. Those two had their son, Jamie Deppiesse. They lived happily enough. The both eventually died after Jamie met Brandi (who's maiden name I didn't write down before she got married) and the two got married. They had a daughter named Stella Deppiesse.
Up until this point, I had very managble Sims. There were three in the house, sometimes four if an elder was near death. It was easy. But then Jamie died.
When Brandi had three days left to live, she met Goppy Gilscarbo, a pre-made man with an aspiration for romance. For fun, I had her flirt with him. And suddenly all her wants were to kiss him and crap. So, for lulz, I had them get married.
Here's the thing. Brandi died three days later, but Goopy had just entered adulthood when he moved in, as all Sims do when they join your household in-game. My goal with this household was to live through the lives of all the Sims and have many generations. I couldn't kill Goopy, or kick him out, no matter how much I hated his name and his clothes. He was family now.
The house expanded to move the dining room back and give Goopy a bedroom. He spent much time in there screwing as many girls as possible to keep his mood Platinum, as he had romance aspiration.
Stella married Benjamin Long. They had two kids, a new concept for me. They were Erik Long and Aaron long. Since Aaron was hotter when they were both teenagers, I decided to have him be the one to get married. He built up relationship points with Marissa Bendett so they could marry the day he became an adult.
Things got complicated when Stella kept staring at Goopy and vis versa. I gave into their whims, having the two flirt, kiss, and woo-hoo. They did this all in a closed room, the unassuming family walking casually back and forth past it. But the husbands have this intuition with their wives, and Benjamin came storming in when Stella and Goopy got down and dirty to have a fight with Goopy.
It was all I could do to keep their marriage together. Benjamin loathed Stella, and Goopy as well. He wouldn't sleep in the same bed as Stella. It took ages to build up their relationship. As soon as they woo-hoo'd, Goopy got pissed. But it didn't matter if he hated Stella and Benjamin; he wasn't part of their relationship.
But he did have a little incest fun-time. With Aaron off marrying Marissa with plans for two kids, it was impossible for Erik to get married, let alone have children, with anyone new. But then I had a nasty little plan. Goopy needed to be tied down, despite his fears of marriage. So after much talking and flirting and sex...
Erik proposed to Goopy.
Who said yes.
Well, actually, they were in "Civil Union," but whatever. I call it marriage no matter what my game says. And they couldn't be satisfied. They adopted adorable little Whitney Long, topping off the Sim count at an overwhelming seven. And Marissa and Aaron were going to have two children, maxing out the house with nine Sims (which is the limit).
Looking back on this, I can't imagine going back. So I'm going to start fresh. I'm going to miss the little guys, but it is time to start over. This time with experience and strategy. I know exactly what I'm going to do. Expect updates/rants. ;D
On a completely different note, I'm pumped for tomorrow, which is Pajama Day. I have footsie pajamas with starships and glow-in-the-dark stars on them. It's also a Late Start. This is good and bad; good because I don't go to school until 2 hours and 15 minutes later, bad because that's two hours and fifteen minutes I can't show off my pajamas.
Which, by the way, I'm stealing from my older brother, so I can't put them on until I get to school.
Au revoir~
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Well There Goes That Brilliant Scheme
This post was going to be my formal resignation from BEDA. That is, until Pasta came and called me out on being boring (which made me lol, by the way).
So, my imaginary (and apparently sometimes real) blog readers, we have lift-off!
Or something.
Okay, so, something interesting. I can do this, right? I do interesting things all the time. Like...like yesterday! So today was Blackout Day for Spirit Week, and seeing as I don't wear make-up, I was seeing how black facepaint would work as eyeliner. Because I can. Obviously, that idea was a complete failure.
But then the lulz ensued.
I decided it would be a marvelous idea to take the black facepaint and shade in my eyebrow with it, enlarging them considerably. Then I decided that one eyebrow wasn't enough, so I did the other one, too. But I couldn't stop there. I made them into a unibrow. "Oh no!" cried the acne that was mowed over by the paint in agony.
This wasn't enough either. I drew in a very smexy (that is, man sexy) mustache, followed by a stubbly beard. Then, with a bright red facepaint, I colored around my lips to make them look twice as big. "Draw your lips where you wish they were," genius Haley Hoover said once.
The result of all this was a very...interesting looking me. I would have taken pictures if I hadn't been mortified to leave the bathroom. The real challenge was washing it off. I don't wear make-up, so I don't own make-up remover. I spent ages wiping it off, resulting in a dark five o'clock shadow on my face from the smudged black facepaint and marks on my arms that made it look like I'd been beaten with a shovel.
And then, as always happens but I never remember, my eyebrows refused to go back to normal. I scrubbed and scrubbed ("Oh no!" cried the acne as it was rubbed raw.), eventually resulting in an almost normal eyebrow color.
Good times, good times.
Today is my parents' wedding anniversary, so I feel the need to talk about dinner. We had steaks, mashed potatoes, and asparagus for the main course, followed by checkered cake with raspberry sauce and a champagne-sparkling soda float with raspberry sorbet for dessert. :D
Happy, Pasta? :P
So, my imaginary (and apparently sometimes real) blog readers, we have lift-off!
Or something.
Okay, so, something interesting. I can do this, right? I do interesting things all the time. Like...like yesterday! So today was Blackout Day for Spirit Week, and seeing as I don't wear make-up, I was seeing how black facepaint would work as eyeliner. Because I can. Obviously, that idea was a complete failure.
But then the lulz ensued.
I decided it would be a marvelous idea to take the black facepaint and shade in my eyebrow with it, enlarging them considerably. Then I decided that one eyebrow wasn't enough, so I did the other one, too. But I couldn't stop there. I made them into a unibrow. "Oh no!" cried the acne that was mowed over by the paint in agony.
This wasn't enough either. I drew in a very smexy (that is, man sexy) mustache, followed by a stubbly beard. Then, with a bright red facepaint, I colored around my lips to make them look twice as big. "Draw your lips where you wish they were," genius Haley Hoover said once.
The result of all this was a very...interesting looking me. I would have taken pictures if I hadn't been mortified to leave the bathroom. The real challenge was washing it off. I don't wear make-up, so I don't own make-up remover. I spent ages wiping it off, resulting in a dark five o'clock shadow on my face from the smudged black facepaint and marks on my arms that made it look like I'd been beaten with a shovel.
And then, as always happens but I never remember, my eyebrows refused to go back to normal. I scrubbed and scrubbed ("Oh no!" cried the acne as it was rubbed raw.), eventually resulting in an almost normal eyebrow color.
Good times, good times.
Today is my parents' wedding anniversary, so I feel the need to talk about dinner. We had steaks, mashed potatoes, and asparagus for the main course, followed by checkered cake with raspberry sauce and a champagne-sparkling soda float with raspberry sorbet for dessert. :D
Happy, Pasta? :P
Monday, April 11, 2011
This Has a Title
So.
Today it was 75 degrees F and windy, which is my favorite type of weather. It also marked the beginning of spirit week. Hat Day was today's theme.
So yeah.
I honestly have nothing to say here. No one's reading it anyway. And I don't have anytime.
Uh, I wore a new dress from JC Penny today.
And writing club wrote outside.
Yeah.
Okay.
Time for dinner...
Today it was 75 degrees F and windy, which is my favorite type of weather. It also marked the beginning of spirit week. Hat Day was today's theme.
So yeah.
I honestly have nothing to say here. No one's reading it anyway. And I don't have anytime.
Uh, I wore a new dress from JC Penny today.
And writing club wrote outside.
Yeah.
Okay.
Time for dinner...
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Blog Post
Post a blog, post a blog, everybody post a blog~
I'm leaning towards giving up. Or like. BSing this whole thing.
To be honest, who's reading this? Maybe one person? None? There are no comments. The Traffic is iffy. It's just me and my lonely, sometimes witty, maybe interesting blog posts.
So here's another blog post.
If you're out there, hi, I'm sorry you had to read this pitiful post.
If you're out there, make yourself known?
I feel like I'm talking to empty space. I could just pen this down in my writing notebook at this point. That way I'd have it forever and my notebook would be fuller.
So if you're reading this, mind commenting? Just to prove that you exist? Prove that this isn't purposeless?
This is purposeless.
I'm leaning towards giving up. Or like. BSing this whole thing.
To be honest, who's reading this? Maybe one person? None? There are no comments. The Traffic is iffy. It's just me and my lonely, sometimes witty, maybe interesting blog posts.
So here's another blog post.
If you're out there, hi, I'm sorry you had to read this pitiful post.
If you're out there, make yourself known?
I feel like I'm talking to empty space. I could just pen this down in my writing notebook at this point. That way I'd have it forever and my notebook would be fuller.
So if you're reading this, mind commenting? Just to prove that you exist? Prove that this isn't purposeless?
This is purposeless.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Bring Me Java, Bring Me Joy
Yesterday, after school, I went to my friend Molly's house, which was tons of fun as always. I got to see and play with her adorable baby dwarf rabbit, as well as her brand new chicks. We jammed to music and talked before giving into our girly sides. At that point, we looked through Seventeen magazine's Prom 2011 edition and put make-up on each other. Then we had a lovely dinner of pasta and garlic chicken (yes, yes, I realize it was a Friday during Lent and I ate meat ._.) and headed off to the Ice Cream Social.
The social was a complete blast. We got there to find a lengthy but quick-moving line to the cafeteria. From there we joined another lengthy and less smooth line for ice cream. We then sat down, ate, and talked before the show began.
It was lovely to watch all my friends singing. So many of them had solos or duets which were amazing to watch. One of my close friends, KT, sang Take Me Out to the Ball Game. Another, Kelly, sang I Want to Be Happy. Yet another, Raphe, was Johnny One Note in the song Johnny One Note, as well as the man in the duet I Remember It Well. My friend Joslyn was in a skit and I knew everyone else who sang. The emcees were hilarious and the singing was great and the atmosphere was amazing.
And then, when it was over, I ran around giving everyone huge hugs. Which included me getting picked up and spun around by one of my awesome guy friends. :D
I realize this is an awful recollection of what happened/
OH!
Someone posted a video of one of my favorite parts of the show on YouTube. The girl singing is absolutely amazing and the song is hilarious.
The social was a complete blast. We got there to find a lengthy but quick-moving line to the cafeteria. From there we joined another lengthy and less smooth line for ice cream. We then sat down, ate, and talked before the show began.
It was lovely to watch all my friends singing. So many of them had solos or duets which were amazing to watch. One of my close friends, KT, sang Take Me Out to the Ball Game. Another, Kelly, sang I Want to Be Happy. Yet another, Raphe, was Johnny One Note in the song Johnny One Note, as well as the man in the duet I Remember It Well. My friend Joslyn was in a skit and I knew everyone else who sang. The emcees were hilarious and the singing was great and the atmosphere was amazing.
And then, when it was over, I ran around giving everyone huge hugs. Which included me getting picked up and spun around by one of my awesome guy friends. :D
I realize this is an awful recollection of what happened/
OH!
Someone posted a video of one of my favorite parts of the show on YouTube. The girl singing is absolutely amazing and the song is hilarious.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Overachieving?
As I am writing this, it is still Thursday. I won't be getting home until around ten tomorrow, at which point I'll be in no state to blog about anything cohesive, so I'm writing this to post right before bed tomorrow.
All this week, I've been called an overachiever. When I pointed this out to the umpteenth person to tell me this, he said, "Well, because you are." But am I really?
Today (that is, Thursday), we have several major assignments due as well as a few minor ones. A lab report was expected in Science, and my English teacher was asking for a rough draft on an essay, a rough draft of a creative writing piece, and a write-up for Independant Reading. Now, we'd had a fair amount of time to work on these. I finished the Science report on Monday, as it was half done when I walked into class that day and almost completely done when I came home. Granted, I was the first person to turn mine in, but it wasn't that odd. And I only got a B+. I finished the rough draft of the essay as well as the IR write-up on Tuesday. Wednesday, in class, my teacher informed me the essay was exactly what he was looking for. I finished the rough for the writing on Wednesday. Both final drafts were just emailed off to my teacher.
I then proceeded to get a 100% on my Chemistry test and a 97% on my essay for Social Studies. Provided, I only got a 90% on my French test, and I'm better at French than Science or Social Studies.
I'm also done with my major art project, and many people are not even half done. The class is over at the end of the week, at which point we begin Tech Ed. My art teacher loves it (though she loves everything).
And because of all this, I've been called an overachiever. Everyone uses the excuse, "I'm a procrastinator." But, please, I love procrastinating as much as the next guy. As Maureen Johnson so aptly put, writers are pro at procrastinating. I consider myself a writer, seeing as I've written two novelettes (unpublished). Ergo, I procrastinate. I do it all the time. But I don't procrastinate for full days. I come home and put things off for a couple hours before I force myself to get things done. I think people just lack the drive that I kick in at five or six each day.
I have this raging paranoia about homework. The only time I didn't turn something in on time if not early was in first grade, when I forgot my homework folder at home. My Assignment Book is like my Bible. If I don't do things the first (or, on rare occasions, second) day I get them, I go insane thinking that I haven't done them, even if anything as a shiny check-mark next to it in my Assignment Book.
I'm rambling.
In any case, what I was trying to say was that it isn't that I'm an overachiever; everyone else just unerachieves.
Or something.
All this week, I've been called an overachiever. When I pointed this out to the umpteenth person to tell me this, he said, "Well, because you are." But am I really?
Today (that is, Thursday), we have several major assignments due as well as a few minor ones. A lab report was expected in Science, and my English teacher was asking for a rough draft on an essay, a rough draft of a creative writing piece, and a write-up for Independant Reading. Now, we'd had a fair amount of time to work on these. I finished the Science report on Monday, as it was half done when I walked into class that day and almost completely done when I came home. Granted, I was the first person to turn mine in, but it wasn't that odd. And I only got a B+. I finished the rough draft of the essay as well as the IR write-up on Tuesday. Wednesday, in class, my teacher informed me the essay was exactly what he was looking for. I finished the rough for the writing on Wednesday. Both final drafts were just emailed off to my teacher.
I then proceeded to get a 100% on my Chemistry test and a 97% on my essay for Social Studies. Provided, I only got a 90% on my French test, and I'm better at French than Science or Social Studies.
I'm also done with my major art project, and many people are not even half done. The class is over at the end of the week, at which point we begin Tech Ed. My art teacher loves it (though she loves everything).
And because of all this, I've been called an overachiever. Everyone uses the excuse, "I'm a procrastinator." But, please, I love procrastinating as much as the next guy. As Maureen Johnson so aptly put, writers are pro at procrastinating. I consider myself a writer, seeing as I've written two novelettes (unpublished). Ergo, I procrastinate. I do it all the time. But I don't procrastinate for full days. I come home and put things off for a couple hours before I force myself to get things done. I think people just lack the drive that I kick in at five or six each day.
I have this raging paranoia about homework. The only time I didn't turn something in on time if not early was in first grade, when I forgot my homework folder at home. My Assignment Book is like my Bible. If I don't do things the first (or, on rare occasions, second) day I get them, I go insane thinking that I haven't done them, even if anything as a shiny check-mark next to it in my Assignment Book.
I'm rambling.
In any case, what I was trying to say was that it isn't that I'm an overachiever; everyone else just unerachieves.
Or something.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Paper Cranes
The Japanese have many stories surrounding the folding of one thousand paper cranes. It is most often said that one who folds 1000 paper cranes will have a wish granted to them by the crane. When one is given one thousand paper cranes as a wedding gift, the giver wishes 1000 years of happiness to the couple. They could also be given as a gift when a baby is born so the baby may live a long life full of good luck.
They also say that 1000 paper cranes are incredibly lucky.
Since 1993, Kanegasaki, Japan, has been my town's Sister City. When the earthquakes and tsunamis struck Japan, they had to cancel the arrival of the Japanese exchange students to our school. We held a moment of silence for all the victims out of respect for a city connected to us.
And we have decided to try something more.
As a collective effort, my school will be folding 1000 paper cranes to send to our friends in Kanegasaki to wish them good luck and good health in the aftermath of the horrible natural disasters. I find it to be a beautiful gift worth sharing with you all.
http://www.wikihow.com/Fold-a-Paper-Crane
They also say that 1000 paper cranes are incredibly lucky.
Since 1993, Kanegasaki, Japan, has been my town's Sister City. When the earthquakes and tsunamis struck Japan, they had to cancel the arrival of the Japanese exchange students to our school. We held a moment of silence for all the victims out of respect for a city connected to us.
And we have decided to try something more.
As a collective effort, my school will be folding 1000 paper cranes to send to our friends in Kanegasaki to wish them good luck and good health in the aftermath of the horrible natural disasters. I find it to be a beautiful gift worth sharing with you all.
http://www.wikihow.com/Fold-a-Paper-Crane
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Shameless Boasting
Hey, Blog.
I'm supposed to be writing a rough draft for a creative writing assignment for English, but I've been procrastinating for two hours straight and I don't intend to stop now. Apparently.
I realized today I'm going to be having a pretty exciting next few days, so I figured I'd brag about here. There's nobody watching to see me be bitchy, anyway.
Tomorrow is (brace yourselves) the day we vote on superlatives for the yearbook. Having tallied all the nominations as one of the three people in Yearbook Club, I know I have a shot of being put into the voting for Best Sense of Style. Okay, okay, I said it. Now I can stop being conceited and move on.
Friday I'm going home with my friend and hanging out around her place. Then later I'm going to my school's Ice Cream Social. It's a chorus performance plus solos, duets, skits, and ice cream. One of my closest friends (as well as many other friends) has a solo, which is why I'm so pumped to go. Plus an ice cream sundae. 0D
Next week is Spirit Week. I love Spirit Week. A lot. Especially because they put Pajama Day in this year, which means I'll be stealing my brother's old footy pajamas and wearing them. They have spaceships on them along with glow in the dark stars.
And then the following week is Spring Break! I don't have any exciting plans, but I'm still pumped. I'm a little bummed that I have to go to church a million times as it is Holy Week, but that also brings me to my next point.
Easter! I didn't give up anything for Lent this year, but my mom has been very lenient about sweets, so I'm excited to dive into cakes and gain a good ten pounds. Okay, maybe not that last part. But I am going to eat a lot.
And then there's less than two months left of 8th grade, and the epitome of my school career will be over. I'll be able to enjoy a summer vacation full of studying French to skip a year and adventures in Europe (hopefully).
Now that I've sufficiently exerted my "Holier Than Thou" attitude to empty space, I'm going to get to work on that writing assignment.
Until tomorrow~
I'm supposed to be writing a rough draft for a creative writing assignment for English, but I've been procrastinating for two hours straight and I don't intend to stop now. Apparently.
I realized today I'm going to be having a pretty exciting next few days, so I figured I'd brag about here. There's nobody watching to see me be bitchy, anyway.
Tomorrow is (brace yourselves) the day we vote on superlatives for the yearbook. Having tallied all the nominations as one of the three people in Yearbook Club, I know I have a shot of being put into the voting for Best Sense of Style. Okay, okay, I said it. Now I can stop being conceited and move on.
Friday I'm going home with my friend and hanging out around her place. Then later I'm going to my school's Ice Cream Social. It's a chorus performance plus solos, duets, skits, and ice cream. One of my closest friends (as well as many other friends) has a solo, which is why I'm so pumped to go. Plus an ice cream sundae. 0D
Next week is Spirit Week. I love Spirit Week. A lot. Especially because they put Pajama Day in this year, which means I'll be stealing my brother's old footy pajamas and wearing them. They have spaceships on them along with glow in the dark stars.
And then the following week is Spring Break! I don't have any exciting plans, but I'm still pumped. I'm a little bummed that I have to go to church a million times as it is Holy Week, but that also brings me to my next point.
Easter! I didn't give up anything for Lent this year, but my mom has been very lenient about sweets, so I'm excited to dive into cakes and gain a good ten pounds. Okay, maybe not that last part. But I am going to eat a lot.
And then there's less than two months left of 8th grade, and the epitome of my school career will be over. I'll be able to enjoy a summer vacation full of studying French to skip a year and adventures in Europe (hopefully).
Now that I've sufficiently exerted my "Holier Than Thou" attitude to empty space, I'm going to get to work on that writing assignment.
Until tomorrow~
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
One Syllable Words
As more means of not doing my work of the house, this post will be made up of words that fit in the group the title points out.
I am doing this 'cause I could not think of things to blog 'bout that would be cool. So, to keep those who might read this here, I am to talk 'bout my dull day with words like those that the title says.
I went to school this day. It was quite meh. The club I went to was fun, though. It took place in the black box room, if that helps tell what club it was. A man from a school of well learned in the space came and gave us games to do with self rule. We did this one game where one had to go in to the group and sing. The group could join in if they knew it, and when some time had gone, one would clap and go in and sing a song that was not the same as the song the first one did.
This is a bad blog post.
I find it hard to say what I want to say in a cool way when I can't use words that are cool. I am lost when the cool words are gone. I am not in good hope 'bout this post. You should not have had to read this.
I am not sure if it made sense.
Heh, back to work that I do at home, then. ._.
I am doing this 'cause I could not think of things to blog 'bout that would be cool. So, to keep those who might read this here, I am to talk 'bout my dull day with words like those that the title says.
I went to school this day. It was quite meh. The club I went to was fun, though. It took place in the black box room, if that helps tell what club it was. A man from a school of well learned in the space came and gave us games to do with self rule. We did this one game where one had to go in to the group and sing. The group could join in if they knew it, and when some time had gone, one would clap and go in and sing a song that was not the same as the song the first one did.
This is a bad blog post.
I find it hard to say what I want to say in a cool way when I can't use words that are cool. I am lost when the cool words are gone. I am not in good hope 'bout this post. You should not have had to read this.
I am not sure if it made sense.
Heh, back to work that I do at home, then. ._.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Dreams and DFTBA
Last night, I had a lovely dream where I gained 22 followers and had more than fifty blog comments. Oh, subconscious.
Without further ado, as means of procrastination on my Algebra work, I give you a random post written in words starting with D, F, T, B, and A, in that order. Inspired by the song DFTBA by Hank Green (and nerdfightaria).
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Darling, frankly, time becomes arduous. Darting flashes trickle by and, darling, Freida, they boast autonomy. Don't fleetingly tell Beth about Derek's facetious terminology because a doting father told by Aaron declared fickle-y. Time becomes ample deteriorated for tiny bothers. Along daring, fufilling trails, babes allure devilmently, finding that boys assail dreadfully for them. But a darling fille, thinker be as...thou...art...
--
Okay, so I couldn't do it. ._. I mean, it's really hard; you try! It might have been easier if I hadn't demanded the letters in order...
Well, until tomorrow my invisible followers.
Without further ado, as means of procrastination on my Algebra work, I give you a random post written in words starting with D, F, T, B, and A, in that order. Inspired by the song DFTBA by Hank Green (and nerdfightaria).
--
Darling, frankly, time becomes arduous. Darting flashes trickle by and, darling, Freida, they boast autonomy. Don't fleetingly tell Beth about Derek's facetious terminology because a doting father told by Aaron declared fickle-y. Time becomes ample deteriorated for tiny bothers. Along daring, fufilling trails, babes allure devilmently, finding that boys assail dreadfully for them. But a darling fille, thinker be as...thou...art...
--
Okay, so I couldn't do it. ._. I mean, it's really hard; you try! It might have been easier if I hadn't demanded the letters in order...
Well, until tomorrow my invisible followers.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Solitude
Today, the weather is beautiful. It's in the 50's, the sky is blue and cloudless, everything looks bright and green after such a long winter, and the birds are singing. It's a day where you just want to lie in the sunlight and forget about your problems.
Taking a cushion from our lawn furniture, I sat on the grass next to my lovely newfoundland, Bryza. We just sat there. The wind blew and the sun shone. People walked past and cars whizzed by. The birds chirped. The squirrels feasted on spring spoils. It was quiet, calm, soothing.
And I got to thinking. I sat there with nothing but my thoughts. No music, no homework, no books. Just nature and I. And I wondered about my dog. She's well trained. We leave her outside and she just sleeps on the lawn. She might chase a squirrel if the mood takes her, but for the most part she just lies there, watching.
I wonder what it's like to be her. Spending each day simply watching. Whether it be sunny or rainy, warm or cold, spring or fall, just to lie in the same places and see.
Lately, a curious robin has been hanging around my house. It prances around the front lawn on its spindly legs and doesn't take much heed of anything. If you walk towards it, it'll scamper away. Never fly. You can make all the noise you want and it'll stay put. It circles dear Bryza and neither seems to notice the other. Bryza doesn't chase it. I wonder if she doesn't because the bird is simply company.
Maybe it's lonely to be her. So lonely you don't bother those around you because you're afraid they'll leave you alone. A sobering thought, at the very least.
I'm not sure where I wanted to go with this post. I guess I just wanted to get those thoughts out. I'm going to head back out to the sunshine: this time with East of Eden and my French textbook. ^^'
Taking a cushion from our lawn furniture, I sat on the grass next to my lovely newfoundland, Bryza. We just sat there. The wind blew and the sun shone. People walked past and cars whizzed by. The birds chirped. The squirrels feasted on spring spoils. It was quiet, calm, soothing.
And I got to thinking. I sat there with nothing but my thoughts. No music, no homework, no books. Just nature and I. And I wondered about my dog. She's well trained. We leave her outside and she just sleeps on the lawn. She might chase a squirrel if the mood takes her, but for the most part she just lies there, watching.
I wonder what it's like to be her. Spending each day simply watching. Whether it be sunny or rainy, warm or cold, spring or fall, just to lie in the same places and see.
Lately, a curious robin has been hanging around my house. It prances around the front lawn on its spindly legs and doesn't take much heed of anything. If you walk towards it, it'll scamper away. Never fly. You can make all the noise you want and it'll stay put. It circles dear Bryza and neither seems to notice the other. Bryza doesn't chase it. I wonder if she doesn't because the bird is simply company.
Maybe it's lonely to be her. So lonely you don't bother those around you because you're afraid they'll leave you alone. A sobering thought, at the very least.
I'm not sure where I wanted to go with this post. I guess I just wanted to get those thoughts out. I'm going to head back out to the sunshine: this time with East of Eden and my French textbook. ^^'
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Beautiful Coincidences
Sometimes things happen. And they make you feel really awesome, regardless of whether or not they were meant to.
Take this afternoon, for example. I went on a walk with my dog across a field. When I turned to walk along the forest line, the wind was blowing in the same direction as I was walking. As I raised my hands slightly, the wind strengthened. I threw my hands forward and the blast nearly knocked me over.
It only worked once, but hey, it was cool. :D
Then later on, on the same walk, the sunshine went away. Absentmindedly, I said, "Where'd you go, sun?" In response, a little bit of light shined on my back. "Sun, strengthen!" I commanded, and was delighted to find myself in full sunlight.
Come on, admit it. That's cool.
A while back, I was listening to my iPod as always on the bus to school. 4 Minutes by Madonna came up on shuffle. Immediately, it felt like the bus sped up, and suddenly I felt like I literally have four minutes to save the world. It was kind of like those times where you listen to sad music in the car or on the bus and stare whimsically out the window, only with twelve times more action and awesome.
I don't know why coincidences happen. I don't think anyone knows why they do. But I'd like to think it's sort of like fate's way of telling us to have hope. That we're awesome and we can prevail. I'd like to think that coincidences are little ways that fate tries to make us smile.
Cheesy? Yes.
Cliche? Yes.
Stupid? Yes.
But shhh, it's my blog. ;D
Take this afternoon, for example. I went on a walk with my dog across a field. When I turned to walk along the forest line, the wind was blowing in the same direction as I was walking. As I raised my hands slightly, the wind strengthened. I threw my hands forward and the blast nearly knocked me over.
It only worked once, but hey, it was cool. :D
Then later on, on the same walk, the sunshine went away. Absentmindedly, I said, "Where'd you go, sun?" In response, a little bit of light shined on my back. "Sun, strengthen!" I commanded, and was delighted to find myself in full sunlight.
Come on, admit it. That's cool.
A while back, I was listening to my iPod as always on the bus to school. 4 Minutes by Madonna came up on shuffle. Immediately, it felt like the bus sped up, and suddenly I felt like I literally have four minutes to save the world. It was kind of like those times where you listen to sad music in the car or on the bus and stare whimsically out the window, only with twelve times more action and awesome.
I don't know why coincidences happen. I don't think anyone knows why they do. But I'd like to think it's sort of like fate's way of telling us to have hope. That we're awesome and we can prevail. I'd like to think that coincidences are little ways that fate tries to make us smile.
Cheesy? Yes.
Cliche? Yes.
Stupid? Yes.
But shhh, it's my blog. ;D
Friday, April 1, 2011
On BEDA and Spring Showers
Oh, it's April 1st?
Apparently, this year I'll be trying to participate in Blog Every Day in April, or BEDA. I say apparently seeing as I wouldn't have remembered if Kristina Horner (italktosnakes) hadn't updated her own blog.
Now on to the real blog.
As I'm sure you're aware (seeing as I pointed it out above), it's now April. New England was hit with a Nor' Easter today, bringing heavy wet snow as well as rain. All day I heard moans and groans about how it's Spring and that it shouldn't be snowing. It seems that I'm the only person who realizes that, hold on to your socks, it snows in Spring. In fact, the weather is pretty gross until nearly May.
Buh, I guess it just bothers me that people don't understand that. So it snowed on April 1st. Why don't you go write home to your mommy about it so she can kiss your emotional boo-boo and make it all better?
Whoa, snarky way to start the month. I'll try to be more interesting tomorrow, handful of people who might read this. Until then, I'll be wasting my time on http://www.fmylife.com/.
Oh.
http://www.wwwdotcom.com/
Heh.
Apparently, this year I'll be trying to participate in Blog Every Day in April, or BEDA. I say apparently seeing as I wouldn't have remembered if Kristina Horner (italktosnakes) hadn't updated her own blog.
Now on to the real blog.
As I'm sure you're aware (seeing as I pointed it out above), it's now April. New England was hit with a Nor' Easter today, bringing heavy wet snow as well as rain. All day I heard moans and groans about how it's Spring and that it shouldn't be snowing. It seems that I'm the only person who realizes that, hold on to your socks, it snows in Spring. In fact, the weather is pretty gross until nearly May.
Buh, I guess it just bothers me that people don't understand that. So it snowed on April 1st. Why don't you go write home to your mommy about it so she can kiss your emotional boo-boo and make it all better?
Whoa, snarky way to start the month. I'll try to be more interesting tomorrow, handful of people who might read this. Until then, I'll be wasting my time on http://www.fmylife.com/.
Oh.
http://www.wwwdotcom.com/
Heh.
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