Everything that I do becomes a blog post. Everything. Even this stupid newspaper article I'm trying to write is seeming more like a blog post because I can't remember how to correctly format a newspaper article. BEDA ruined me. This blog ruined me. Newspaper ruined me.
I don't know why it is, but every single time I try to sit down and write this article, it ends up more and more blog-like. It stops being informative and begins to take on the shape of one of my ramblings about a general topic. Maybe I've always written articles this way and I've just noticed because I've started blogging.
*Sound of glass shattering.*
Yep, I've been ruined. I've been ruined by a passion for writing and a different outlet. Blogging every day for an entire month made me realise all of my writing flaws. It made me realise that I'm not good at writing informative articles or about anything important. Or maybe I am. I'm so disinterested in writing this article.
I'll try to write a less rant-y post later. Once I'm in a less rant-y mood. Or something.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
I'm back, baby.
It's been a little over two weeks and as promised, I'm checking in. It's not that my life has suddenly become extraordinarily busy or anything, I just haven't wanted to post. And after that post filled month last month, I needed a break. But here I am today, watching old So You Think You Can Dance auditions, tumblring, and following Hayley G Hoover's 21st birthday live tweet party. I'm not, however, writing the article for newspaper that I should have finished during class nor am I even attempting any of my homework. I regret nothing.
The past two weeks haven't been particularly eventful, besides my being nice and sick for five or so days. I auditioned for my musical on the last day of BEDA, and while I'm just part of the chorus that audition did get me into my school's show choir, which was exciting. We had our first practise yesterday, which is the first of like four in the next two months because of preparation for the musical. I feel like it will be a nice way to keep me busy and whatnot.
I'm also doing some deep preparations for NaNoWriMo (read: trying to think up some concept of something to write about.) The first day of NaNoWriMo, however, marks the start of the last two weeks of rehearsal for this musical, so I'll be at the school until late late at night. That should be a fun time to try and write 1,666 words every day. It's one of those things, though, that I'm so determined to do even if I can't finish. Because that's the kind of person I am.
I've noticed over the past couple of weeks since I've blogged that not only do I miss it a lot when I don't do it, but I also create posts in my head. Not that they stay there long enough to get posted or anything. I'm not THAT talented. I've also noticed that I just have completely stopped caring about anything that other people think. And I will thank my blogging for that, for whatever reason.
But yeah, I'll see what I can do to update a little more frequently, if I can. I really should probably try to start my newspaper article at this time. Or just watch more dancing. That could work too. Until next time.
The past two weeks haven't been particularly eventful, besides my being nice and sick for five or so days. I auditioned for my musical on the last day of BEDA, and while I'm just part of the chorus that audition did get me into my school's show choir, which was exciting. We had our first practise yesterday, which is the first of like four in the next two months because of preparation for the musical. I feel like it will be a nice way to keep me busy and whatnot.
I'm also doing some deep preparations for NaNoWriMo (read: trying to think up some concept of something to write about.) The first day of NaNoWriMo, however, marks the start of the last two weeks of rehearsal for this musical, so I'll be at the school until late late at night. That should be a fun time to try and write 1,666 words every day. It's one of those things, though, that I'm so determined to do even if I can't finish. Because that's the kind of person I am.
I've noticed over the past couple of weeks since I've blogged that not only do I miss it a lot when I don't do it, but I also create posts in my head. Not that they stay there long enough to get posted or anything. I'm not THAT talented. I've also noticed that I just have completely stopped caring about anything that other people think. And I will thank my blogging for that, for whatever reason.
But yeah, I'll see what I can do to update a little more frequently, if I can. I really should probably try to start my newspaper article at this time. Or just watch more dancing. That could work too. Until next time.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Oh, last day of BEDA, how you decieve me
(Edit: I definitely forgot to say why this day was awesome. I got to see my friends. It made everything better.)
I had this thing where during my Hello Day assembly today I practically live blogged it, but it wasn't on a blog, and or on the internet, and I was like, "Yeah, this'll be a great last BEDA post." But now, looking over it, I realise that it makes little to no sense and half of it is all jumbled up because I was writing in the dark.
I thought today would be this really awesome day, but it wasn't, and I really don't want to talk about it, so putting this crap behind me, I'd like to write a half way decent blog post for today.
Even if my day was overall kind of crappy, I did have some good moments. I'm proud of how I did in my audition, and I got to see some friends I haven't seen in a while. I made these friends in Journalism last year, and they've moved onto high school. I sat outside of the choir room where I auditioned talking to them for like half an hour after I was done. It was nice, and it made me happier. That was nice.
So basically, I started this blog mainly to rant about how much my neighbors were annoying me, but now it's so much more. Through the course of this month, I've become a better writer and a better storyteller. This blog has been an outlet and fun to write, even if it was a hassle. I intend on keeping it up regularly, even just for myself.
Turns out, I really like blogging. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into when I started this, and I wasn't sure if I would like it, but I did.
So this is my goodbye to August and blogging every day and warm weather and everything. But I'll still update, and will still blog semi-regularly. And I promise I'll continue to do things like this. I'm sure you'll all be thrilled. (No, just me?)
I had this thing where during my Hello Day assembly today I practically live blogged it, but it wasn't on a blog, and or on the internet, and I was like, "Yeah, this'll be a great last BEDA post." But now, looking over it, I realise that it makes little to no sense and half of it is all jumbled up because I was writing in the dark.
I thought today would be this really awesome day, but it wasn't, and I really don't want to talk about it, so putting this crap behind me, I'd like to write a half way decent blog post for today.
Even if my day was overall kind of crappy, I did have some good moments. I'm proud of how I did in my audition, and I got to see some friends I haven't seen in a while. I made these friends in Journalism last year, and they've moved onto high school. I sat outside of the choir room where I auditioned talking to them for like half an hour after I was done. It was nice, and it made me happier. That was nice.
So basically, I started this blog mainly to rant about how much my neighbors were annoying me, but now it's so much more. Through the course of this month, I've become a better writer and a better storyteller. This blog has been an outlet and fun to write, even if it was a hassle. I intend on keeping it up regularly, even just for myself.
Turns out, I really like blogging. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into when I started this, and I wasn't sure if I would like it, but I did.
So this is my goodbye to August and blogging every day and warm weather and everything. But I'll still update, and will still blog semi-regularly. And I promise I'll continue to do things like this. I'm sure you'll all be thrilled. (No, just me?)
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
BEDA 30
Today is awesome because my sister made mint chocolate brownies, and they are delicious. Also, I somehow convinced my newspaper teacher to write an article for this months edition about vlogging.
I'm really literally writing this blog while eating a quesadilla and translating Spanish verbs. That's the amount of procrastination I've had happening today. Turns out it's really hard to eat and type at the same time. Hm. You would think that it would be easier.
My audition is tomorrow, for Beauty and the Beast, and I'm pretty nervous. I'm kind of an awful singer, but I'm excited and it will be fun. I feel like I've said this exact same sentence a thousand ways in the past month. Oh well.
Now comes the part of the blog where I share REAL quotes from REAL people on Facebook. REALLY.
"Politics are stupid." Oh really? Are politics stupid? Well hey, why don't you come up with a new way for us to choose our leaders and then get back to me.
"It's raining!!" Is it? Is it raining? Thanks for the update.
"I hate seventh and eighth graders." That's funny, because by my last check, you've been both of those.
"
I'm really literally writing this blog while eating a quesadilla and translating Spanish verbs. That's the amount of procrastination I've had happening today. Turns out it's really hard to eat and type at the same time. Hm. You would think that it would be easier.
My audition is tomorrow, for Beauty and the Beast, and I'm pretty nervous. I'm kind of an awful singer, but I'm excited and it will be fun. I feel like I've said this exact same sentence a thousand ways in the past month. Oh well.
Now comes the part of the blog where I share REAL quotes from REAL people on Facebook. REALLY.
"Politics are stupid." Oh really? Are politics stupid? Well hey, why don't you come up with a new way for us to choose our leaders and then get back to me.
"It's raining!!" Is it? Is it raining? Thanks for the update.
"I hate seventh and eighth graders." That's funny, because by my last check, you've been both of those.
"
Monday, August 29, 2011
BEDA 29: Game night and Hufflepuffs
Today is awesome because I got into Pottermore. And I had dinosaur chicken nuggets. It's been an awesome day.
Like I said, I was let into Pottermore today as a nice surprise when I got home from school. After much anticipation and nerves and weirdness, I finally got myself sorted. And to my surprise, it was into Hufflepuff. Now, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Hufflepuff. In fact, I think it's the least appreciated and most made fun of house. So being sorted in there surprised me. I've considered myself a Ravenclaw for as long as I can remember. But you know what? JK Rowling sorted me into a Hogwarts house. I'm happy.
Pottermore definitely wasn't what I expected, though. I don't know what I thought, but I like it a lot. I get to experience every chapter of the story of Harry Potter first hand. Like, looking into Number Four Privet Drive, or experiencing the Hut on the Rock. It's kind of incredibly amazing, and I love it.
My wand is 10 inches, Sycamore with a Unicorn tail core and it is surprisingly swishy. I'm not sure in the slightest what kind of magic it's good for, but it's all mine and I love it. That's how I feel about Pottermore. I don't care that my wand isn't pretty, I don't care that I was sorted into a different house than I expected. I'm a wizard, guys. I love it.
Now onto the part of this post I was planning on writing...
Last night my family had a kind of "game night." Really, it consisted of my three sisters, the boyfriend of one of those sisters, my father, and myself playing Cranium. I was on a team with my dad, and despite me being an awful blind drawer, we won. Somehow I was an unusually good roller, and so we just hopped from brain to brain on the board until we were at the end. It's always nice to win, although the one game round took an hour and a half.
I ended up only playing that one round of Cranium for game night, because I had an early school morning this morning and the round ended at like eleven. I fell asleep that night, however, listening to the thunderstorm outside my window and the sound of people playing Scattergories outside my door.
All in all, yesterday was a good day. And today was also. I'm pretty pleased with life right now.
Like I said, I was let into Pottermore today as a nice surprise when I got home from school. After much anticipation and nerves and weirdness, I finally got myself sorted. And to my surprise, it was into Hufflepuff. Now, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Hufflepuff. In fact, I think it's the least appreciated and most made fun of house. So being sorted in there surprised me. I've considered myself a Ravenclaw for as long as I can remember. But you know what? JK Rowling sorted me into a Hogwarts house. I'm happy.
Pottermore definitely wasn't what I expected, though. I don't know what I thought, but I like it a lot. I get to experience every chapter of the story of Harry Potter first hand. Like, looking into Number Four Privet Drive, or experiencing the Hut on the Rock. It's kind of incredibly amazing, and I love it.
My wand is 10 inches, Sycamore with a Unicorn tail core and it is surprisingly swishy. I'm not sure in the slightest what kind of magic it's good for, but it's all mine and I love it. That's how I feel about Pottermore. I don't care that my wand isn't pretty, I don't care that I was sorted into a different house than I expected. I'm a wizard, guys. I love it.
Now onto the part of this post I was planning on writing...
Last night my family had a kind of "game night." Really, it consisted of my three sisters, the boyfriend of one of those sisters, my father, and myself playing Cranium. I was on a team with my dad, and despite me being an awful blind drawer, we won. Somehow I was an unusually good roller, and so we just hopped from brain to brain on the board until we were at the end. It's always nice to win, although the one game round took an hour and a half.
I ended up only playing that one round of Cranium for game night, because I had an early school morning this morning and the round ended at like eleven. I fell asleep that night, however, listening to the thunderstorm outside my window and the sound of people playing Scattergories outside my door.
All in all, yesterday was a good day. And today was also. I'm pretty pleased with life right now.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
BEDA 28
Today is awesome because I'm blogging instead of finishing my Bio homework. Yay for procrastination! Edit: In the time it took to write this blog, I finished said homework. So that's why today is awesome.
So, I've been thinking about the early memories that I have, and I was actually considering making a video about it but I'm really bad at that. So here I sit blogging.
I have a really strange assortment of memories from when I was very young, and there aren't many of them. The ones I do have, however, are really really odd.
I remember, very vividly, might I add, the day that they showed my class around the kindergarten classroom, and the bathroom that was in said classroom. I don't want to talk about it.
That my first field trip was at the end of kindergarten and it was bowling.
A birthday party I went to that was in the backyard of my best friends house. And EVERYTHING about that backyard.
That I was in an "advanced" reading group in first or second grade and that the book we read was Matilda. I do not, however, remember anything about that book.
Reading the WORST book I've ever read about a kid who was afraid of the ocean because his mother drowned or something and so he set out on an oceanic journey with like a dog and a bird or something to prove he wasn't a wimp. I don't remember the name though.
My third grade teacher trying to get me to read Tom Sawyer. And refusing.
Being so pissed at the end of Deathly Hallows, and that it took me five days to read because I kept stopping because I got sad and put it in the freezer. I'm also pretty sure I ended up throwing my copy of Deathly Hallows at the end of it.
Reading A Great and Terrible Beauty even though my sister told me not to, and loving it.
Reading The Sweet Far Thing (the last in that trilogy ^) and crying at the end. And putting it in the freezer.
Playing on the playground of my first elementary school with my best friends.
My sister getting her first iPod, and all of my sisters being really excited while I had no idea what it was.
Looking into the cage of my sister's bird right after we moved and finding it dead.
Somehow keeping my gerbil alive for like seven years.
Army crawling under the bottom bunk in the room I shared with my sister to get my cat so she wouldn't eat said gerbil.
Surprising my sisters with two little kittens when they got home from school.
"Homework hour," where I ended up sneaking out of my room for books and snacks once I was done with homework.
My big sister reading the fourth Harry Potter book with me.
Taking a test that put me in the gifted program.
Being the youngest in that gifted program and trying to quit by hiding when the time to go for it came.
Loving that gifted program but only being in it for a year.
Making stress balls out of balloons and sand found on the playground.
Looking down on the city I was leaving and realising I'd probably never live there again.
Thinking a kid in my class was soo cool because he could do long division.
Realising that long division wasn't that hard.
Staying after school to help make the set for my fourth grade musical.
Spending pretty much every waking hour of my fourth grade year working on that musical.
Having my fourth grade student teacher correct my grammar incorrectly. Hence the hat covers it.
Getting my first cell phone and then promptly dropping it.
Getting into my first real fight with my best friend.
Realising that while I said early memories, I've actually covered up to about the fifth grade.
Until tomorrow.
So, I've been thinking about the early memories that I have, and I was actually considering making a video about it but I'm really bad at that. So here I sit blogging.
I have a really strange assortment of memories from when I was very young, and there aren't many of them. The ones I do have, however, are really really odd.
I remember, very vividly, might I add, the day that they showed my class around the kindergarten classroom, and the bathroom that was in said classroom. I don't want to talk about it.
That my first field trip was at the end of kindergarten and it was bowling.
A birthday party I went to that was in the backyard of my best friends house. And EVERYTHING about that backyard.
That I was in an "advanced" reading group in first or second grade and that the book we read was Matilda. I do not, however, remember anything about that book.
Reading the WORST book I've ever read about a kid who was afraid of the ocean because his mother drowned or something and so he set out on an oceanic journey with like a dog and a bird or something to prove he wasn't a wimp. I don't remember the name though.
My third grade teacher trying to get me to read Tom Sawyer. And refusing.
Being so pissed at the end of Deathly Hallows, and that it took me five days to read because I kept stopping because I got sad and put it in the freezer. I'm also pretty sure I ended up throwing my copy of Deathly Hallows at the end of it.
Reading A Great and Terrible Beauty even though my sister told me not to, and loving it.
Reading The Sweet Far Thing (the last in that trilogy ^) and crying at the end. And putting it in the freezer.
Playing on the playground of my first elementary school with my best friends.
My sister getting her first iPod, and all of my sisters being really excited while I had no idea what it was.
Looking into the cage of my sister's bird right after we moved and finding it dead.
Somehow keeping my gerbil alive for like seven years.
Army crawling under the bottom bunk in the room I shared with my sister to get my cat so she wouldn't eat said gerbil.
Surprising my sisters with two little kittens when they got home from school.
"Homework hour," where I ended up sneaking out of my room for books and snacks once I was done with homework.
My big sister reading the fourth Harry Potter book with me.
Taking a test that put me in the gifted program.
Being the youngest in that gifted program and trying to quit by hiding when the time to go for it came.
Loving that gifted program but only being in it for a year.
Making stress balls out of balloons and sand found on the playground.
Looking down on the city I was leaving and realising I'd probably never live there again.
Thinking a kid in my class was soo cool because he could do long division.
Realising that long division wasn't that hard.
Staying after school to help make the set for my fourth grade musical.
Spending pretty much every waking hour of my fourth grade year working on that musical.
Having my fourth grade student teacher correct my grammar incorrectly. Hence the hat covers it.
Getting my first cell phone and then promptly dropping it.
Getting into my first real fight with my best friend.
Realising that while I said early memories, I've actually covered up to about the fifth grade.
Until tomorrow.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
BEDA 27: A letter to 19 year old me
Today is awesome because I almost finished a picture I've been colouring.
I was thinking earlier about how I'd react when I read this blog in five years time. I imagine I'll be ashamed/embarrassed about what I'm writing and how I'm writing it. But I also hope that in five years time I'm pretty much how I am now. Nerdy, and erratic, and weird. I imagine that this will be my best source of memories from this time in my life. And I know that even if I'm ashamed and embarrassed about what this all says, I'll appreciate having it. And I hope that in five years time I'm still doing this.
So hey, 19 year old self. Yeah, that is a pretty arbitrary age, but still. Presumably you're at university somewhere. Hopefully in a different state. Probably in a different state. Maybe you've started vlogging, which is something I desperately want to do but am hopelessly clueless at. Hopefully you've made it through three years of high school without having any mental breakdowns. That would be nice.
I wonder if this blog will even be here in five years. I hope it will. I hope that when I'm 19 I'll still spend my time colouring, and spelling things like I'm British even though I'm very clearly American. I hope my procrastination levels have been lowered at least a little bit, and that I still spend excessive amounts of time watching YouTube videos.
I really wish this could be a two way conversation. I'd really like to know what you're up to, 19 year old self. Because all I know right now is that at fourteen you were awkward and nerdy. Honestly, you probably haven't changed too much.
Basically, right now I'm happy. I'm as awkward as they come, and I often don't know how to conduct myself in social situations, but I'm happy. I have good friends and a roof over my head. There isn't too much more I can ask for. And in five years, I hope I'm the same way.
I was thinking earlier about how I'd react when I read this blog in five years time. I imagine I'll be ashamed/embarrassed about what I'm writing and how I'm writing it. But I also hope that in five years time I'm pretty much how I am now. Nerdy, and erratic, and weird. I imagine that this will be my best source of memories from this time in my life. And I know that even if I'm ashamed and embarrassed about what this all says, I'll appreciate having it. And I hope that in five years time I'm still doing this.
So hey, 19 year old self. Yeah, that is a pretty arbitrary age, but still. Presumably you're at university somewhere. Hopefully in a different state. Probably in a different state. Maybe you've started vlogging, which is something I desperately want to do but am hopelessly clueless at. Hopefully you've made it through three years of high school without having any mental breakdowns. That would be nice.
I wonder if this blog will even be here in five years. I hope it will. I hope that when I'm 19 I'll still spend my time colouring, and spelling things like I'm British even though I'm very clearly American. I hope my procrastination levels have been lowered at least a little bit, and that I still spend excessive amounts of time watching YouTube videos.
I really wish this could be a two way conversation. I'd really like to know what you're up to, 19 year old self. Because all I know right now is that at fourteen you were awkward and nerdy. Honestly, you probably haven't changed too much.
Basically, right now I'm happy. I'm as awkward as they come, and I often don't know how to conduct myself in social situations, but I'm happy. I have good friends and a roof over my head. There isn't too much more I can ask for. And in five years, I hope I'm the same way.
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