I think that's the title of a movie, actually. No problem; I like double meanings (or double references, if you prefer).
In all seriousness, however, it has been a good year. A year of changes, for sure. I've done so many things in 2009 that I had zero experience with in previous years.
For example:
1. I had my first two real boyfriends. Both were wonderful, both ended up being just friends, and both taught me a lot.
2. I graduated high school.
3. I went off to college.
4. I began to seriously consider my writing.
5. I went to state for speech.
6. I went to New York City (my first time out East).
There are many more things that should be on this list, but I think I'll keep things moving forward.
I'm not going to write my New Year's resolutions here. I think the whole point of such resolutions is that you keep them secret, and that you are responsible for keeping yourself dedicated to fulfilling them. I will say, however, that my resolutions this year focus on growing up, mainly, and making myself into the adult I want to be.
Honestly, I intended this entry to be a bit more epic, especially considering the occasion. I'm sorry to have let you down, but I think for now I'll focus on enjoying what's left of 2009.
Happy New Year, dear bloggers. I hope it's as bright as the last one was.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Griswold Christmas, or How My Family Blew a Gasket
First of all, Merry Christmas dear bloggers. I hope that your day is wonderful. We're only ten minutes into the blessed holiday and so far things are looking good.
I'm sitting on the couch in my Grandma's living room in pitch darkness. My sister is asleep on an air mattress below me, and the Christmas tree (small and fake as it is) sits somewhere ahead of me on a table. I can almost make out the silhouette of the thing against the pink outside the window.
Suddenly I am struck with an urge to put out milk and cookies for Santa. This task, besides being childish, would prove near impossible due to the lack of light and of cookies. Still, I hope Santa understands that despite the lack of refreshment, the nineteen-year-old sleeping on the couch has been quite good this year and deserves due reward. And her sister should get a little something too, I suppose.
I guess that you're wondering about the title of this post. It's a reference to the National Lampoons in honor of the very Griswold-y time we had actually getting to Grandma's house.
For starters, our van began overheating while we were driving on the freeway, about two hours from Grandma's. Luckily, there was an exit nearby, and we were able to just barely pull into the parking lot of a gas station/McDonald's before the van completely died. Dad went inside to buy some coolant, but upon pouring it in he discovered that there was a part missing, and that the coolant was just leaking back out.
Luckily (again) there was a mechanic on duty, and he walked out to look at the van. He promptly determined that something was wrong with the casket (don't ask me what that is, but it sounds like gasket, which I found funny), and that the problem would take days to fix. He offered to loan us a van (bless him), and went to get it from his garage and to put a dealer liscense plate on it. Technically, you aren't supposed to let people just borrow vehicles like that, but he told us that if we got pulled over for some reason, we should just say that we're taking the van 'for a test drive.'
When he came back with the 'rental' van, we piled all of our stuff into it. We had a lot of stuff, too. Two duffel bags each plus four laundry baskets of gifts, four pairs of snow boots, two backpacks, and two pairs of snowshoes. Dad joked that all we were missing was Grandma in the trunk (another Lampoon reference, sorry).
Finally we were on our way, leaving our van and the small town of Marathon, Wisconsin behind. I know this ordeal sounds like just some dumb car trouble, and maybe it was, but how lucky that our van began breaking down so close to an exit, and that that exit led to a gas station with a mechanic willing to lend us a van so we could finish our trip? Not to be cheesy, but around Christmastime especially, I think this qualifies as a minor miracle.
I should be off to bed now. Or off to couch, if you prefer.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
I'm sitting on the couch in my Grandma's living room in pitch darkness. My sister is asleep on an air mattress below me, and the Christmas tree (small and fake as it is) sits somewhere ahead of me on a table. I can almost make out the silhouette of the thing against the pink outside the window.
Suddenly I am struck with an urge to put out milk and cookies for Santa. This task, besides being childish, would prove near impossible due to the lack of light and of cookies. Still, I hope Santa understands that despite the lack of refreshment, the nineteen-year-old sleeping on the couch has been quite good this year and deserves due reward. And her sister should get a little something too, I suppose.
I guess that you're wondering about the title of this post. It's a reference to the National Lampoons in honor of the very Griswold-y time we had actually getting to Grandma's house.
For starters, our van began overheating while we were driving on the freeway, about two hours from Grandma's. Luckily, there was an exit nearby, and we were able to just barely pull into the parking lot of a gas station/McDonald's before the van completely died. Dad went inside to buy some coolant, but upon pouring it in he discovered that there was a part missing, and that the coolant was just leaking back out.
Luckily (again) there was a mechanic on duty, and he walked out to look at the van. He promptly determined that something was wrong with the casket (don't ask me what that is, but it sounds like gasket, which I found funny), and that the problem would take days to fix. He offered to loan us a van (bless him), and went to get it from his garage and to put a dealer liscense plate on it. Technically, you aren't supposed to let people just borrow vehicles like that, but he told us that if we got pulled over for some reason, we should just say that we're taking the van 'for a test drive.'
When he came back with the 'rental' van, we piled all of our stuff into it. We had a lot of stuff, too. Two duffel bags each plus four laundry baskets of gifts, four pairs of snow boots, two backpacks, and two pairs of snowshoes. Dad joked that all we were missing was Grandma in the trunk (another Lampoon reference, sorry).
Finally we were on our way, leaving our van and the small town of Marathon, Wisconsin behind. I know this ordeal sounds like just some dumb car trouble, and maybe it was, but how lucky that our van began breaking down so close to an exit, and that that exit led to a gas station with a mechanic willing to lend us a van so we could finish our trip? Not to be cheesy, but around Christmastime especially, I think this qualifies as a minor miracle.
I should be off to bed now. Or off to couch, if you prefer.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
That Side of Paradise
Here's something ironic:
About a month ago, I was taking a quiz for my Intro. to Lit. class. I hadn't studied as much as I should have, so I was stuck on a few questions. In desperation, I wrote one of my favorite quotes in the margin: "Stop using so many exclamation points. It's like you're laughing at your own joke." That's a quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Why is this ironic?
Because I was thinking about it the other day while lying in bed reading my "History for Every Day" book. Just then, I discovered that yesterday (December 21st) was the anniversary of F. Scott Fitzgerald's death.
Now that's ironic.
In light of this irony (which I'm sure F. Scott himself would have appreciated), I have decided that the next book I read will be "This Side of Paradise."
"This Side of Paradise" (wow I'm tired of these quotation marks) is F. Scott's first novel, and was a big success when it came out. Best of all, he started writing it when he was just twenty-one. That's two years older than me. And while I can't see myself having time to start a novel while in college, I think it'll be an inspirational read.
This entry strikes me as rather pompous (perhaps it's the quotation marks?)
I don't think I'm pompous, so I won't let it bother me. Pip pip.
About a month ago, I was taking a quiz for my Intro. to Lit. class. I hadn't studied as much as I should have, so I was stuck on a few questions. In desperation, I wrote one of my favorite quotes in the margin: "Stop using so many exclamation points. It's like you're laughing at your own joke." That's a quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Why is this ironic?
Because I was thinking about it the other day while lying in bed reading my "History for Every Day" book. Just then, I discovered that yesterday (December 21st) was the anniversary of F. Scott Fitzgerald's death.
Now that's ironic.
In light of this irony (which I'm sure F. Scott himself would have appreciated), I have decided that the next book I read will be "This Side of Paradise."
"This Side of Paradise" (wow I'm tired of these quotation marks) is F. Scott's first novel, and was a big success when it came out. Best of all, he started writing it when he was just twenty-one. That's two years older than me. And while I can't see myself having time to start a novel while in college, I think it'll be an inspirational read.
This entry strikes me as rather pompous (perhaps it's the quotation marks?)
I don't think I'm pompous, so I won't let it bother me. Pip pip.
Friday, December 18, 2009
La Vie En Rose
It means "looking at the world through rose-colored glasses," or literally "life in pink." Isn't that a lovely concept? I'd like to live in a world like that, or at least walk through from time to time. Pink is not my favorite color, but I don't think I could ever be sad or mad or stressed in a rose-colored world.
The song 'La Vie En Rose' is originally French, however, I have an English translated version on my ipod; Louis Armstrong sings it well. I think the French version is much prettier, though. Somehow the English words are a let-down after the title.
I suppose I don't have anything to write about except this marvelous song...
I got an A in my College Writing class, which I'm quite ecstatic about. As for the rest of my grades, I don't know yet. I have a feeling I could have worked harder in a few of my classes; I think the fun and wonder of college got to me a bit. Next semester I'm going to work on getting my studying done earlier rather than procrastinating. I don't even think it's worth it anymore to have fun and then have to stay up until four a.m. to finish a paper.
The funny thing is that the fun I have is not partying or drinking; it's just talking and hanging out with my friends. Walking to the wind turbine, playing Apples to Apples, watching movies, having snowball fights, playing sardines in the Humanities Fine Arts Building. Innocent stuff, really, but distracting.
Alright well I think I'll go to bed and read. I'm working on getting through Gone With the Wind for the fourth time. It's always a bit of a struggle, just because it's such a dense book, but I get something different out of it every time I read it. We'll see what it is this time.
I'll just put my rose-colored glasses back on now. Goodnight dear bloggers.
The song 'La Vie En Rose' is originally French, however, I have an English translated version on my ipod; Louis Armstrong sings it well. I think the French version is much prettier, though. Somehow the English words are a let-down after the title.
I suppose I don't have anything to write about except this marvelous song...
I got an A in my College Writing class, which I'm quite ecstatic about. As for the rest of my grades, I don't know yet. I have a feeling I could have worked harder in a few of my classes; I think the fun and wonder of college got to me a bit. Next semester I'm going to work on getting my studying done earlier rather than procrastinating. I don't even think it's worth it anymore to have fun and then have to stay up until four a.m. to finish a paper.
The funny thing is that the fun I have is not partying or drinking; it's just talking and hanging out with my friends. Walking to the wind turbine, playing Apples to Apples, watching movies, having snowball fights, playing sardines in the Humanities Fine Arts Building. Innocent stuff, really, but distracting.
Alright well I think I'll go to bed and read. I'm working on getting through Gone With the Wind for the fourth time. It's always a bit of a struggle, just because it's such a dense book, but I get something different out of it every time I read it. We'll see what it is this time.
I'll just put my rose-colored glasses back on now. Goodnight dear bloggers.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I Need No Ruby Slippers
I just need my Dad, a truck, a three and a half hour drive, and some gasoline to get me home.
Here is the master plan for my break:
1. Get in the Christmas spirit (what's wrong with me? I'm not even excited yet!)
2. READ a lot. I would like to finish Gone With the Wind (600-some pages left), and get through at least four more before break's over. I've missed reading for pleasure so much it's unreal.
3. See my friends from high school/middle school/possibly meet up with college friends
4. Write a bit if possible. After all the papers I had to write near the end of the semester, I think I need a small break from anything too formal, but journaling and poetry is always wonderful.
5. Just relax in general and enjoy being home.
P.S. I got an A on my final college writing paper (the 6-page research argumentative one that I've been working on for over a month). I practically skipped around the dorm when I got it back (sorry if this is braggy but I worked incredibly hard on it).
Here is the master plan for my break:
1. Get in the Christmas spirit (what's wrong with me? I'm not even excited yet!)
2. READ a lot. I would like to finish Gone With the Wind (600-some pages left), and get through at least four more before break's over. I've missed reading for pleasure so much it's unreal.
3. See my friends from high school/middle school/possibly meet up with college friends
4. Write a bit if possible. After all the papers I had to write near the end of the semester, I think I need a small break from anything too formal, but journaling and poetry is always wonderful.
5. Just relax in general and enjoy being home.
P.S. I got an A on my final college writing paper (the 6-page research argumentative one that I've been working on for over a month). I practically skipped around the dorm when I got it back (sorry if this is braggy but I worked incredibly hard on it).
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
Title explanation: I just really like that song and thought that it would make a neat title. It's by the Smiths, if you wondered.
Here's what's going on right now:
1. I'm sitting on my (loft) bed listening to the (500) Days of Summer soundtrack.
2. In theory, I'm writing essays for my lit. final.
3. In actuality, I'm on Facebook, playing with Play Doh, texting, and writing this blog entry.
Here's what I'm thinking about right now:
1. How much I love everyone in Pine Hall and how much I'll miss them over break. A few people finished their finals today and went home. I was perilously close to crying; I honestly hate to see them go, especially since I don't get to head home until Thursday evening. Being left behind is never fun.
2. Usually I'm so excited for Christmas, but this year I've hardly given it a thought. Probably because I've been so stressed out about finals and the end of the semester. Also because we don't have any decorations up! It's ridiculous! I should make a few snowflakes or something for our window.
3. I really should go back to my lit. essays. I want to get both done tonight.
So goodnight dear blog readers. I hope you all have amazing adventure dreams (the very best kind) tonight, and that in them you get to fly at least for a little bit.
Here's what's going on right now:
1. I'm sitting on my (loft) bed listening to the (500) Days of Summer soundtrack.
2. In theory, I'm writing essays for my lit. final.
3. In actuality, I'm on Facebook, playing with Play Doh, texting, and writing this blog entry.
Here's what I'm thinking about right now:
1. How much I love everyone in Pine Hall and how much I'll miss them over break. A few people finished their finals today and went home. I was perilously close to crying; I honestly hate to see them go, especially since I don't get to head home until Thursday evening. Being left behind is never fun.
2. Usually I'm so excited for Christmas, but this year I've hardly given it a thought. Probably because I've been so stressed out about finals and the end of the semester. Also because we don't have any decorations up! It's ridiculous! I should make a few snowflakes or something for our window.
3. I really should go back to my lit. essays. I want to get both done tonight.
So goodnight dear blog readers. I hope you all have amazing adventure dreams (the very best kind) tonight, and that in them you get to fly at least for a little bit.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Holly's First Finals Week
I've heard about college finals. Evidently, they're hard. Evidently, they're cumulative. Evidently, they require days (not hours) of study. Evidently, they practically determine your grades for the semester.
Today, I'm here to tell you that all of these rumors are true.
I spent all day Saturday making flash cards for my U.S. History final. All day. I honestly didn't do anything but eat, sleep, and create flash cards with terms ranging from 1945 to 1980. The final count was 158 cards, or if you need a visual, a stack about the thickness of the latest Harry Potter book.
I spent all of Sunday studying these cards. Flash cards only really work for me if I can talk them out to myself; you know, pace around a room and explain each card over and over out loud until I know it. Finally, at about 1:45 this morning I went to bed.
The trick about the history final was that it covered such a broad range:
1. 30 pages of notes from class lectures
2. Nemesis (a book about U.S. foreign policy)
3. Coming of Age in Mississippi (an autobiography of Anne Moody, Civil Rights activist)
4. Voices of Freedom (a book filled with different letters/speeches from history)
The final itself was six short answer questions, i.e. nine random terms were given to you, and you could pick six to write short definitions about, and one broad essay question that encompassed the entire unit.
I'm happy to tell you that I thought the exam went really well. It was at 8:00 a.m., so I was tired, but I still think that I got at least an A-.
Now I just have my literature final left. It's on Thursday, so I have a few days to study. Thank goodness, because this final will be even more difficult, I think.
Going to begin studying now, and then watching Up at 7:00. I think I've earned a movie break.
Today, I'm here to tell you that all of these rumors are true.
I spent all day Saturday making flash cards for my U.S. History final. All day. I honestly didn't do anything but eat, sleep, and create flash cards with terms ranging from 1945 to 1980. The final count was 158 cards, or if you need a visual, a stack about the thickness of the latest Harry Potter book.
I spent all of Sunday studying these cards. Flash cards only really work for me if I can talk them out to myself; you know, pace around a room and explain each card over and over out loud until I know it. Finally, at about 1:45 this morning I went to bed.
The trick about the history final was that it covered such a broad range:
1. 30 pages of notes from class lectures
2. Nemesis (a book about U.S. foreign policy)
3. Coming of Age in Mississippi (an autobiography of Anne Moody, Civil Rights activist)
4. Voices of Freedom (a book filled with different letters/speeches from history)
The final itself was six short answer questions, i.e. nine random terms were given to you, and you could pick six to write short definitions about, and one broad essay question that encompassed the entire unit.
I'm happy to tell you that I thought the exam went really well. It was at 8:00 a.m., so I was tired, but I still think that I got at least an A-.
Now I just have my literature final left. It's on Thursday, so I have a few days to study. Thank goodness, because this final will be even more difficult, I think.
Going to begin studying now, and then watching Up at 7:00. I think I've earned a movie break.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Microsoft Word Will Not Defeat Me
It is currently 2:48 a.m. and I'm up writing a paper for College Writing. Actually, I'm revising it; the final draft is due tomorrow.
I have about a page and a half to go, and I'm feeling fairly optimistic. I just want this paper to be good. I really, really want it to be good.
My C.W. professor has been pushing me all semester. From the beginning he told me (not to brag, sorry) that I have great instincts and that my writing is way above the typical freshman's. He then informed me that he would be grading me harder than the other students so that I'd become an even better writer.
Cool beans.
However, needless to say, I'm feeling a bit of pressure here.
I have about a page and a half to go, and I'm feeling fairly optimistic. I just want this paper to be good. I really, really want it to be good.
My C.W. professor has been pushing me all semester. From the beginning he told me (not to brag, sorry) that I have great instincts and that my writing is way above the typical freshman's. He then informed me that he would be grading me harder than the other students so that I'd become an even better writer.
Cool beans.
However, needless to say, I'm feeling a bit of pressure here.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Blank
How's this for a turn around?
I am not okay on so many levels. I feel like my insides are gone and like I'll either fly apart or cave in like a deflated balloon.
I want to be alone but I think I would go crazy if I were.
Things look normal, but they can't possibly be.
I want to sleep and not think.
But when I wake up tomorrow morning I just know that I won't recall right away what has happened. I'll be at peace for a few seconds.
And then I'll remember.
And things will start over.
I am not okay on so many levels. I feel like my insides are gone and like I'll either fly apart or cave in like a deflated balloon.
I want to be alone but I think I would go crazy if I were.
Things look normal, but they can't possibly be.
I want to sleep and not think.
But when I wake up tomorrow morning I just know that I won't recall right away what has happened. I'll be at peace for a few seconds.
And then I'll remember.
And things will start over.
I Live An Amazing Life
For example:
Last night, my roommate Ally and I realized that December 6th is St. Nicholas Day. On the eve of this day, you're supposed to put your shoes outside of your bedroom door in hopes that St. Nicholas will stop by and fill them with goodies. I convinced Ally that we should each put a shoe in the hallway outside our dorm room, though we we didn't really think that they would be filled when we woke up.
This morning, Ally woke me up by screaming, "He came, he came!"
In each of our shoes were two packs of gum, a package of hot chocolate, and a package of popcorn.
St. Nicholas is real.
Last night, my roommate Ally and I realized that December 6th is St. Nicholas Day. On the eve of this day, you're supposed to put your shoes outside of your bedroom door in hopes that St. Nicholas will stop by and fill them with goodies. I convinced Ally that we should each put a shoe in the hallway outside our dorm room, though we we didn't really think that they would be filled when we woke up.
This morning, Ally woke me up by screaming, "He came, he came!"
In each of our shoes were two packs of gum, a package of hot chocolate, and a package of popcorn.
St. Nicholas is real.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Things I've Accomplished Today (So Far)
1. Prepared another gift for my Secret Squirrel
2. Made plans for a sleepover this Friday night
3. Spread Christmas cheer to my roommate
4. Took a two hour nap
5. Wrote one sentence of my article
6. Gotten into a disagreement over something fairly stupid
That is all.
2. Made plans for a sleepover this Friday night
3. Spread Christmas cheer to my roommate
4. Took a two hour nap
5. Wrote one sentence of my article
6. Gotten into a disagreement over something fairly stupid
That is all.
Monday, November 30, 2009
I'm Not Going to Talk About Thanksgiving
Not that it wasn't sensational and relaxing and delicious. It certainly was. But last year I wrote a really long description of Thanksgiving at my house, and I'm not sure I'm up to doing it again. Feel free to look back if you wish.
I suppose right now I'm into talking about fairly negative things. I was in a really good mood earlier today, and now it's ruined and I'm very upset about it all. Wow these sentences are wonderful. Really, they are. Who needs compounds? It's better to write like a ten-year-old. Yippee!
Alright, sorry. Enough sarcasm.
Things I hate:
1. Good days turning bad
2. Boring essay assignments
3. When it's hot in my room
4. Sleep deprivation
5. Clumsy moments
6. Posters that fall down once a week
7. Wanting to make someone laugh so badly that you try too hard and end up sounding idiotic
8. One-sided conversations
9. Headaches
10. Misunderstandings
I sincerely apologize for this depressing list, and I hope that I'm not bringing you down as well. I'm honestly usually a fairly opimistic person, but everyone has their days, I guess.
Okay this is really poor writing so I'll just quit while I'm behind.
See you later.
I suppose right now I'm into talking about fairly negative things. I was in a really good mood earlier today, and now it's ruined and I'm very upset about it all. Wow these sentences are wonderful. Really, they are. Who needs compounds? It's better to write like a ten-year-old. Yippee!
Alright, sorry. Enough sarcasm.
Things I hate:
1. Good days turning bad
2. Boring essay assignments
3. When it's hot in my room
4. Sleep deprivation
5. Clumsy moments
6. Posters that fall down once a week
7. Wanting to make someone laugh so badly that you try too hard and end up sounding idiotic
8. One-sided conversations
9. Headaches
10. Misunderstandings
I sincerely apologize for this depressing list, and I hope that I'm not bringing you down as well. I'm honestly usually a fairly opimistic person, but everyone has their days, I guess.
Okay this is really poor writing so I'll just quit while I'm behind.
See you later.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Don't Stop Believin'
This weekend has given me hope for the future. After a rather stressful week, I needed a relaxing, fun couple of days. And I certainly got them.
Friday:
1. Got told by a couple of guys that Jesus loves me. They weren't being sarcastic, either. That made me feel pretty darn good. Sometimes you just need someone to say it aloud to you.
2. Pizza Ranch for dinner. We just couldn't take one more food service meal. The mashed potatoes alone at P.R. may have made up for a week of bad cafeteria 'food.'
3. Went to see State Fair at Morris High School. It really wasn't very good, but certainly entertaining, and the kids had a lot of heart. Plus, it was nice to be back in a high school again.
Saturday:
1. Slept until 2:30 p.m.
2. Saw Post Comedy Theater, a one-man physical comedy act. Robert Post did a wonderful job and is very talented. However, I didn't laugh until I cried, which was a bit of a let-down.
3. Played Catch Phrase and Disney Seen It with Ben, Maddie, King, and Tim.
Sunday:
1. Woke up early and went to Church. It was nice to attend a Catholic Mass again; I've really missed it. Plus, the choir from UMM was there, so the music was absolutely beautiful.
2. Went to the UMM Concert Choir Concert. I'm so glad I went! I almost think that I would rather watch a choir perform than watch a band perform. Either way, they were amazing.
3. Dodgeball game at 8:15 tonight, and then who knows?
Friday:
1. Got told by a couple of guys that Jesus loves me. They weren't being sarcastic, either. That made me feel pretty darn good. Sometimes you just need someone to say it aloud to you.
2. Pizza Ranch for dinner. We just couldn't take one more food service meal. The mashed potatoes alone at P.R. may have made up for a week of bad cafeteria 'food.'
3. Went to see State Fair at Morris High School. It really wasn't very good, but certainly entertaining, and the kids had a lot of heart. Plus, it was nice to be back in a high school again.
Saturday:
1. Slept until 2:30 p.m.
2. Saw Post Comedy Theater, a one-man physical comedy act. Robert Post did a wonderful job and is very talented. However, I didn't laugh until I cried, which was a bit of a let-down.
3. Played Catch Phrase and Disney Seen It with Ben, Maddie, King, and Tim.
Sunday:
1. Woke up early and went to Church. It was nice to attend a Catholic Mass again; I've really missed it. Plus, the choir from UMM was there, so the music was absolutely beautiful.
2. Went to the UMM Concert Choir Concert. I'm so glad I went! I almost think that I would rather watch a choir perform than watch a band perform. Either way, they were amazing.
3. Dodgeball game at 8:15 tonight, and then who knows?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
IthinkIcanIthinkIcanIthinkIcanIthinkIcan
I think I can:
a) finish the five page argumentative research essay on "A Clockwork Orange" that I've undertaken to write in one day.
b) study for my Intro. to Literature quiz afterwards.
c) take a shower without falling asleep and drowning.
d) not go on facebook for the rest of the night.
e) get through tomorrow.
I know I can:
a) enjoy the weekend.
a) finish the five page argumentative research essay on "A Clockwork Orange" that I've undertaken to write in one day.
b) study for my Intro. to Literature quiz afterwards.
c) take a shower without falling asleep and drowning.
d) not go on facebook for the rest of the night.
e) get through tomorrow.
I know I can:
a) enjoy the weekend.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Procrastination
It happens to all of us.
There you sit. Your feet are firmly on the floor, your back is straight, your fingers arched gracefully above the keyboard. But nothing is happening, really. So here comes Facebook, MLIA, YouTube, BBC. Homework can wait a few hours, or at least until desperation sets in.
What am I currently procrastinating on?
Writing an article for the University Register. It's going to be about the aftermath of the Fort Hood shootings, which is actually a fairly interesting topic, but I just don't feel like writing at the moment. It doesn't help that I started rereading Gone With The Wind a few days ago, and am now having trouble putting it down.
My deadline is tomorrow at noon, so I do have time, I suppose.
What else is going on?
5:30 p.m. My dorm floor is having a pizza party/meeting
7:00 p.m. College Bowl meeting
9:13 p.m. Community Council meeting
10:00 p.m. Pirates of the Caribbean, the Musical meeting
Bed will hopefully follow shortly after Pirates.
Hmm what else?
I memorized an Emily Dickinson poem the other night. Memorizing poetry is something that is strangely easy for me. My grandpa gave me his book of poetry shortly before he died, and every so often I take it out and learn a poem or two. It usually only takes me about fifteen minutes, depending on the length of the poem. Anyway, here's the Emily Dickinson. It's short, but quite powerful, I think:
Not in Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
There you sit. Your feet are firmly on the floor, your back is straight, your fingers arched gracefully above the keyboard. But nothing is happening, really. So here comes Facebook, MLIA, YouTube, BBC. Homework can wait a few hours, or at least until desperation sets in.
What am I currently procrastinating on?
Writing an article for the University Register. It's going to be about the aftermath of the Fort Hood shootings, which is actually a fairly interesting topic, but I just don't feel like writing at the moment. It doesn't help that I started rereading Gone With The Wind a few days ago, and am now having trouble putting it down.
My deadline is tomorrow at noon, so I do have time, I suppose.
What else is going on?
5:30 p.m. My dorm floor is having a pizza party/meeting
7:00 p.m. College Bowl meeting
9:13 p.m. Community Council meeting
10:00 p.m. Pirates of the Caribbean, the Musical meeting
Bed will hopefully follow shortly after Pirates.
Hmm what else?
I memorized an Emily Dickinson poem the other night. Memorizing poetry is something that is strangely easy for me. My grandpa gave me his book of poetry shortly before he died, and every so often I take it out and learn a poem or two. It usually only takes me about fifteen minutes, depending on the length of the poem. Anyway, here's the Emily Dickinson. It's short, but quite powerful, I think:
Not in Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thorough
If you are one of those people who likes titles to be explained, here's the explanation for mine:
In middle school the word 'thorough' was a word we had to know for a spelling test. I don't remember if I spelled it correctly or not on the test, but I've since become rather fond of/fascinated with the word.
Thoughts:
1. Sierra needs to turn down her music. I don't know if she's hard of hearing or what, but when you can hear the bass resonating throughout the dorm, the music is too loud. Furthermore (yes, I'm still going), I would not mind my bleeding ears were it not for the fact that she has never struck me as a very friendly person.
2. When you are in your intro. to literature class and a student calls the main character in "The Necklace" a 'greedy bitch,' and the professor agrees, then you know life is good.
3 . I have to wake up at 3:30 a.m. tomorrow for a College Bowl meet at Carleton. While I am in no way a morning person, getting up so extremely early should be fairly interesting. Plus, I can sleep during the drive down.
4. I should get going on my research paper for College Writing. I chose to write about "A Clockwork Orange" and how the use of Nadsat (the crazy Russian slang language) serves to make the entire novel more sinister rather than to muffle the violent acts taking place within it. We'll see how it goes.
5. I was in the library the other day and I almost cried because I happened to walk through the fiction section. Why the almost-tears? Because I couldn't check out one book; I already have too much reading to do for my classes.
6. The fetuses the conservative Republicans spray painted all over campus actually look more like turkey vultures than unborn babies. Coincidence?
7. It's Friday the thirteenth. I'm waiting for something creepy to happen. And no, the mysterious lunch menu at Food Service doesn't count.
8. I should really get to class.
In middle school the word 'thorough' was a word we had to know for a spelling test. I don't remember if I spelled it correctly or not on the test, but I've since become rather fond of/fascinated with the word.
Thoughts:
1. Sierra needs to turn down her music. I don't know if she's hard of hearing or what, but when you can hear the bass resonating throughout the dorm, the music is too loud. Furthermore (yes, I'm still going), I would not mind my bleeding ears were it not for the fact that she has never struck me as a very friendly person.
2. When you are in your intro. to literature class and a student calls the main character in "The Necklace" a 'greedy bitch,' and the professor agrees, then you know life is good.
3 . I have to wake up at 3:30 a.m. tomorrow for a College Bowl meet at Carleton. While I am in no way a morning person, getting up so extremely early should be fairly interesting. Plus, I can sleep during the drive down.
4. I should get going on my research paper for College Writing. I chose to write about "A Clockwork Orange" and how the use of Nadsat (the crazy Russian slang language) serves to make the entire novel more sinister rather than to muffle the violent acts taking place within it. We'll see how it goes.
5. I was in the library the other day and I almost cried because I happened to walk through the fiction section. Why the almost-tears? Because I couldn't check out one book; I already have too much reading to do for my classes.
6. The fetuses the conservative Republicans spray painted all over campus actually look more like turkey vultures than unborn babies. Coincidence?
7. It's Friday the thirteenth. I'm waiting for something creepy to happen. And no, the mysterious lunch menu at Food Service doesn't count.
8. I should really get to class.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Current Events
It's been a good few weeks since I last blogged. And by 'good few weeks' I don't only mean the time period, but the good quality of the time period. That's right; college is still amazing. That's right; I did just use a semicolon (thanks, College Writing). Here's what's been going down since last I wrote:
1. I made MCSA (UMM's version of student council). To run, I had to submit a petition of reason to the school paper stating why I should be elected. And I got voted in! We had a meeting on Sunday, which I was a bit nervous about because all the upperclassman members were there as well as the new members. It was fine though; what a nice group! I'm just really excited to be part of it! I was in student council in middle school, but didn't even run in high school since I was new to the district and didn't think I'd make it.
2. I've been writing weekly articles for to University Register, which evidently makes me a staff writer. I've also been lucky enough to have my articles on the front page for every issue. This, however, may have more to do with the topic of my articles than the quality of my writing, though I hope it takes both into consideration.
3. I've made a lot of new friends. Pine Hall, my dorm, is the smallest underclassman hall on campus-only 80 people total, so we all know each other pretty well. We're currently working on making a movie entitled Pirates of the Caribbean, the Musical, for the annual UMM film festival. Ship scenes will be filmed in the pool.
I guess that's all I have to say for now. I've been so madly busy that it's hard to find time to sleep, let alone blog. Naps have become my best friend.
1. I made MCSA (UMM's version of student council). To run, I had to submit a petition of reason to the school paper stating why I should be elected. And I got voted in! We had a meeting on Sunday, which I was a bit nervous about because all the upperclassman members were there as well as the new members. It was fine though; what a nice group! I'm just really excited to be part of it! I was in student council in middle school, but didn't even run in high school since I was new to the district and didn't think I'd make it.
2. I've been writing weekly articles for to University Register, which evidently makes me a staff writer. I've also been lucky enough to have my articles on the front page for every issue. This, however, may have more to do with the topic of my articles than the quality of my writing, though I hope it takes both into consideration.
3. I've made a lot of new friends. Pine Hall, my dorm, is the smallest underclassman hall on campus-only 80 people total, so we all know each other pretty well. We're currently working on making a movie entitled Pirates of the Caribbean, the Musical, for the annual UMM film festival. Ship scenes will be filmed in the pool.
I guess that's all I have to say for now. I've been so madly busy that it's hard to find time to sleep, let alone blog. Naps have become my best friend.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Holly in Collegeland
I seriously adore college. No joke. After a few days of pondering, of wandering around campus, of sketching trees and listening to birds, I have come to this conclusion.
Here's why:
1. Freedom. You can pretty much do whatever you want (within reason, obviously). For example, if I want to go to the library, I don't have to ask permission to go to the library, nor do I have to provide an estimate of when I'll be back. And if, while at said library, I meet up with a friend and we decide to walk to Pamida, I don't need to call anyone to provide an update. I can just go. It's extremely nice.
2. The classes are absolutely amazing. Morris has really small class sizes. My largest one, U.S. history, has about 60 kids in it, which is one of the larger groups you'll find here. All of my other classes have 20 students or less. These size groups make for excellent discussions. Today in intro. to lit. we had an amazing discussion about some poems we had been told to read. I normally am not a huge fan of poetry, but for some reason I found it really fun and interesting to discuss it. In that class there are about 15 people, so everyone got a chance to speak and voice their opinion, which was really nice.
3. It's a great way to meet new people. I'm usually not super good at making new friends, but everyone's in the same boat when they go off to college-new, so it's easy to relate to everyone. All of the girls on my floor in Pine Hall are really nice, and we're already planning on doing different things together and making T-shirts.
Here's why:
1. Freedom. You can pretty much do whatever you want (within reason, obviously). For example, if I want to go to the library, I don't have to ask permission to go to the library, nor do I have to provide an estimate of when I'll be back. And if, while at said library, I meet up with a friend and we decide to walk to Pamida, I don't need to call anyone to provide an update. I can just go. It's extremely nice.
2. The classes are absolutely amazing. Morris has really small class sizes. My largest one, U.S. history, has about 60 kids in it, which is one of the larger groups you'll find here. All of my other classes have 20 students or less. These size groups make for excellent discussions. Today in intro. to lit. we had an amazing discussion about some poems we had been told to read. I normally am not a huge fan of poetry, but for some reason I found it really fun and interesting to discuss it. In that class there are about 15 people, so everyone got a chance to speak and voice their opinion, which was really nice.
3. It's a great way to meet new people. I'm usually not super good at making new friends, but everyone's in the same boat when they go off to college-new, so it's easy to relate to everyone. All of the girls on my floor in Pine Hall are really nice, and we're already planning on doing different things together and making T-shirts.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Holly Goes to College
I can't believe that I'm actually at college. I've been talking about it for years-I'm lucky, I guess, that there was never any doubt that I was going to attend college. But now that I'm here, it's difficult to grasp.
Today was just orientation-type things. Mom and Amy came along to help me move in (Dad is on a fishing trip, but promised to pick me up in May). They left fairly quickly, though, since they had another three hour drive back. In fact, they left so quickly that I didn't really get emotional about it at all. It made me think about the kids who are at the U, and how tempting that must be for them to just go home every weekend. I can't really do that easily.
I've talked to tons of people. I'm usually not super good at making friends, but all of us freshman are in the same boat, so it's easy to relate to and approach people. I'm in Pine Hall, which is coed by floor, and all the girls on my floor seem really nice. Right now as I'm typing our door is open and I can look into the room across the hall and see our neighbors puttering around.
My room still doesn't feel like home, despite all my posters and pictures and books everywhere, but I think it will eventually. As hard as it is to be away from my house and my family and friends, I think that I'm really going to like Morris.
In a few hours my whole floor is walking down to the Morris movie theater (thank goodness they have one) to see a free movie. It's G-Force, which isn't my first choice of movie, but still. It's free. And it should be a good chance to talk to a few more people.
How on God's Green Earth 30 girls will manage to share 2 showers is beyond me, however.
Today was just orientation-type things. Mom and Amy came along to help me move in (Dad is on a fishing trip, but promised to pick me up in May). They left fairly quickly, though, since they had another three hour drive back. In fact, they left so quickly that I didn't really get emotional about it at all. It made me think about the kids who are at the U, and how tempting that must be for them to just go home every weekend. I can't really do that easily.
I've talked to tons of people. I'm usually not super good at making friends, but all of us freshman are in the same boat, so it's easy to relate to and approach people. I'm in Pine Hall, which is coed by floor, and all the girls on my floor seem really nice. Right now as I'm typing our door is open and I can look into the room across the hall and see our neighbors puttering around.
My room still doesn't feel like home, despite all my posters and pictures and books everywhere, but I think it will eventually. As hard as it is to be away from my house and my family and friends, I think that I'm really going to like Morris.
In a few hours my whole floor is walking down to the Morris movie theater (thank goodness they have one) to see a free movie. It's G-Force, which isn't my first choice of movie, but still. It's free. And it should be a good chance to talk to a few more people.
How on God's Green Earth 30 girls will manage to share 2 showers is beyond me, however.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Sunday, Sunday (So Good to Me)
I leave for college on Sunday. Sunday. At about 7 a.m.
I work almost all day Saturday (it's the big Ki-Chi-Saga Days street sale at the drug store).
So that means...
Tomorrow is my last day to pack.
The problem is I haven't even started packing yet! Holy cow!
I have almost everything I need, I just need to put it together.
Hopefully I can accomplish this in a day.
Everybody pray.
Please.
Fin.
I work almost all day Saturday (it's the big Ki-Chi-Saga Days street sale at the drug store).
So that means...
Tomorrow is my last day to pack.
The problem is I haven't even started packing yet! Holy cow!
I have almost everything I need, I just need to put it together.
Hopefully I can accomplish this in a day.
Everybody pray.
Please.
Fin.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
A Sneak Preview
Here's an excerpt from my story. Still untitled. I only have about two pages written so far, but it's coming along.
There was a dull fluttering against the window. A moth was caught between the screen and the glass, and was desperately trying to push through to the light within the hospital. Ted paused at his task for a moment to watch its struggle, letting the bedpan slide back beneath the foamy surface of the water with a clatter.
From above, the wail of an ambulance siren suddenly pierced the quiet kitchen. Ted returned to his work, knowing that if another patient was being brought in, his help may be needed soon. Sure enough, someone pounded downstairs a few minutes later.
It was Ray, out of breath, black hair sticking up in haphazard tufts, and right arm dangling. Ray had been born with a twisted, useless right arm. He normally hid it in a sling tied about his shoulder, but when he was sent on errands for Dr. Paget, Ray often became so excited that he forgot about the arm and let it hang by his side like a scrawny loaf of bread.
“Ted, Ted!” Ray was panting heavily. “They just brought a gal in. She’s real bad-pneumonia. Dr. Paget wants you straight away!” He said in a broken rush.
Ted wiped his hands on his pants as he followed Ray back up the stairs and into the sterile white hallways of the ward.
There was a dull fluttering against the window. A moth was caught between the screen and the glass, and was desperately trying to push through to the light within the hospital. Ted paused at his task for a moment to watch its struggle, letting the bedpan slide back beneath the foamy surface of the water with a clatter.
From above, the wail of an ambulance siren suddenly pierced the quiet kitchen. Ted returned to his work, knowing that if another patient was being brought in, his help may be needed soon. Sure enough, someone pounded downstairs a few minutes later.
It was Ray, out of breath, black hair sticking up in haphazard tufts, and right arm dangling. Ray had been born with a twisted, useless right arm. He normally hid it in a sling tied about his shoulder, but when he was sent on errands for Dr. Paget, Ray often became so excited that he forgot about the arm and let it hang by his side like a scrawny loaf of bread.
“Ted, Ted!” Ray was panting heavily. “They just brought a gal in. She’s real bad-pneumonia. Dr. Paget wants you straight away!” He said in a broken rush.
Ted wiped his hands on his pants as he followed Ray back up the stairs and into the sterile white hallways of the ward.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
In Which Holly Writes About Writing (How Unique!)
I just started writing a story today...it's historical fiction (as many good stories are), and concerns eugenics.
What is eugenics?
a. You don't really want to know
b. Okay, ready?
c. It's basically when you decide to 'purify' the human race by eliminating any undesirable traits/genes such as:
1. Certain skin colors
2. Mental Disabilities
3. Conditions such as epilepsy, blindness, or deafness
4. Insanity
5. Criminal Tendencies (because evidently they're genetic)
6. Pretty much anything you can think of that someone somewhere may consider to be 'undesirable'
d. Is it as horrid, disgusting, and wrong as it sounds? Yes.
e. Prime example: The Holocaust
f. In the United States, eugenics even became legal for a few decades in some states (darn that Indiana), and expanded to include compulsory sterilization.
g. Compulsory sterilization is what it sounds like. When you make someone unable to have children just because you don't want their undesirable genes (see above) passed on to future generations. And it wasn't voluntary, folks, needless to say. They even did it to some African American and Native American women without them knowing it. They would go to the hospital to have a baby and come out unable to have any more, thanks to a few choice doctors.
h. Supporters of eugenics? Woodrow Wilson, Alexander Graham Bell, Teddy Roosevelt, and Adolf Hitler, to name a few.
Why did I choose this disgusting topic for a story? Because horrid as it is, I find it fascinating that so few people know that this went on. I mean, everyone's heard of the Holocaust, but hardly anyone realizes that something identical went on in America for decades.
My story is about a teenager named Ted Graham who volunteers at a hospital in Indiana, hoping to become a doctor some day. He befriends a young African American woman who is in the hospital for an illness (I'm thinking pneumonia). Ted accidently discovers compulsory sterilization and realizes that they are about to perform it on his new friend. I'm thinking he'll try to save her, though not sure how far he'll go (fight the system, or just take her and run?) Oh yes, and they also fall in love. I'm setting it in 1908, a year after eugenics became legal in the state of Indiana. This one will require quite a bit of research, but I'm excited about it.
* In case you didn't catch it, I named my main character after two big supporters of eugenics: Theodore Roosevelt, and Alexander Graham Bell. Hoping to do something similar for the girl. I love ironic names.
What is eugenics?
a. You don't really want to know
b. Okay, ready?
c. It's basically when you decide to 'purify' the human race by eliminating any undesirable traits/genes such as:
1. Certain skin colors
2. Mental Disabilities
3. Conditions such as epilepsy, blindness, or deafness
4. Insanity
5. Criminal Tendencies (because evidently they're genetic)
6. Pretty much anything you can think of that someone somewhere may consider to be 'undesirable'
d. Is it as horrid, disgusting, and wrong as it sounds? Yes.
e. Prime example: The Holocaust
f. In the United States, eugenics even became legal for a few decades in some states (darn that Indiana), and expanded to include compulsory sterilization.
g. Compulsory sterilization is what it sounds like. When you make someone unable to have children just because you don't want their undesirable genes (see above) passed on to future generations. And it wasn't voluntary, folks, needless to say. They even did it to some African American and Native American women without them knowing it. They would go to the hospital to have a baby and come out unable to have any more, thanks to a few choice doctors.
h. Supporters of eugenics? Woodrow Wilson, Alexander Graham Bell, Teddy Roosevelt, and Adolf Hitler, to name a few.
Why did I choose this disgusting topic for a story? Because horrid as it is, I find it fascinating that so few people know that this went on. I mean, everyone's heard of the Holocaust, but hardly anyone realizes that something identical went on in America for decades.
My story is about a teenager named Ted Graham who volunteers at a hospital in Indiana, hoping to become a doctor some day. He befriends a young African American woman who is in the hospital for an illness (I'm thinking pneumonia). Ted accidently discovers compulsory sterilization and realizes that they are about to perform it on his new friend. I'm thinking he'll try to save her, though not sure how far he'll go (fight the system, or just take her and run?) Oh yes, and they also fall in love. I'm setting it in 1908, a year after eugenics became legal in the state of Indiana. This one will require quite a bit of research, but I'm excited about it.
* In case you didn't catch it, I named my main character after two big supporters of eugenics: Theodore Roosevelt, and Alexander Graham Bell. Hoping to do something similar for the girl. I love ironic names.
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Easy Way Out (Not That One)
Yes, I'm back to lists. But this one should be a bit more interesting than 'things I did today' (not to say, of course that I won't use that one again).
I recently wrote a Science fiction story just for fun, and to experiment with a different genre. But I noticed a few things about my writing process and about writing in general. I mean, what happened to being able to crank out a poem in about five minutes? Everything rhymes...cheesy title...big embellished signature at the bottom...done! Things have definitely gotten a bit more complicated.
THINGS I KNOW ABOUT WRITING:
1. It's almost impossible to write a story in one sitting. Sometimes (actually, most of the time), it's necessary to walk away, do something else for a few hours, and come back with a fresh perspective.
2. Criticism stinks. It's really horrible to have someone else telling you what's bad about your piece. But you know what? It honestly, truly works. And as a matter of fact, deep down, you already knew what was wrong without being told.
3. No one will love your story if you don't love your story. Don't ever send something out that you don't have complete faith in.
4. Science fiction isn't excruciatingly boring (all of the time).
5. I've heard people say that you should never write what you know. I would say always write what you know. Include any and all personal experiences, friends, pets, names, quotes, random stories...It makes everything seem more realistic.
6. Write about what you want to write about, not what someone else wants to hear. Unless of course it's a school assignment. Then I would say do what you're told.
7. Write something you would want to read. Endless descriptions may be a blast to write, but no one want to slog though that while reading.
8. Write everyday. No matter what. Even if it's just a journal entry or a one paragraph description or a haiku. Write something. And keep it all.
That's all. Sorry if I sound really patronizing, but I'm not trying to preach. I've just recently had a sort of epiphany and I wanted to share it. Also, everything on the list is personal. I think that writing is different for every single person. There is no such thing as 'method writing.'
That's all once again. Good night.
I recently wrote a Science fiction story just for fun, and to experiment with a different genre. But I noticed a few things about my writing process and about writing in general. I mean, what happened to being able to crank out a poem in about five minutes? Everything rhymes...cheesy title...big embellished signature at the bottom...done! Things have definitely gotten a bit more complicated.
THINGS I KNOW ABOUT WRITING:
1. It's almost impossible to write a story in one sitting. Sometimes (actually, most of the time), it's necessary to walk away, do something else for a few hours, and come back with a fresh perspective.
2. Criticism stinks. It's really horrible to have someone else telling you what's bad about your piece. But you know what? It honestly, truly works. And as a matter of fact, deep down, you already knew what was wrong without being told.
3. No one will love your story if you don't love your story. Don't ever send something out that you don't have complete faith in.
4. Science fiction isn't excruciatingly boring (all of the time).
5. I've heard people say that you should never write what you know. I would say always write what you know. Include any and all personal experiences, friends, pets, names, quotes, random stories...It makes everything seem more realistic.
6. Write about what you want to write about, not what someone else wants to hear. Unless of course it's a school assignment. Then I would say do what you're told.
7. Write something you would want to read. Endless descriptions may be a blast to write, but no one want to slog though that while reading.
8. Write everyday. No matter what. Even if it's just a journal entry or a one paragraph description or a haiku. Write something. And keep it all.
That's all. Sorry if I sound really patronizing, but I'm not trying to preach. I've just recently had a sort of epiphany and I wanted to share it. Also, everything on the list is personal. I think that writing is different for every single person. There is no such thing as 'method writing.'
That's all once again. Good night.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Remember Me? No? Darn it.
Hey remember me? The one who used to blog fairly regularly but hasn't updated in about three months? I hope it sounds familiar.
Well, I'm back. Not to blog right now, unfortunately. No time right now. But just to say that I am alive and well and will be writing very, very soon.
I promise.
Well, I'm back. Not to blog right now, unfortunately. No time right now. But just to say that I am alive and well and will be writing very, very soon.
I promise.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
And Now, in Other News...
This week:
1. Band concert Monday. I have a solo in Symphony that I tend to go out of tune on, so hopefully that goes well. Maybe if I play really, really loudly...
2. Work. Always, always work. I like my job, though, so no worries.
3. Friday is senior skip day. I'm skipping, but I have a valid excuse. I'm going up to Morris to register for classes. I also have to take math and spanish placement exams. Ick.
I think that's all. Just preparing for graduation in general.
1. Band concert Monday. I have a solo in Symphony that I tend to go out of tune on, so hopefully that goes well. Maybe if I play really, really loudly...
2. Work. Always, always work. I like my job, though, so no worries.
3. Friday is senior skip day. I'm skipping, but I have a valid excuse. I'm going up to Morris to register for classes. I also have to take math and spanish placement exams. Ick.
I think that's all. Just preparing for graduation in general.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Because I'm Sick of It
This is how I feel when people tease me about the relationship I'm in right now:
1. Really, really angry
This is why I feel angry:
1. I have every right to be in a relationship
2. Why is it anyone's business, anyway?
3. Because it's the worst feeling in the world to walk through the halls and feel like everyone's staring at you
I'm dating Charlie because I want to. I like him, he likes me, so we're going out. I realize that the age difference is a little unorthodox, but what does age matter in the end? Demi and Ashton make it work.
I know that a lot of people who tease me don't realize that it's not funny to me, or that it's embarassing, but still. I'm just sick of it. This is kind of the first real relationship I've been in, and things are awkward enough without other people adding to the heap.
This has been a rant, I know. But everyone warrants a rant now and then. Five a month is the suggested amount, I believe.
1. Really, really angry
This is why I feel angry:
1. I have every right to be in a relationship
2. Why is it anyone's business, anyway?
3. Because it's the worst feeling in the world to walk through the halls and feel like everyone's staring at you
I'm dating Charlie because I want to. I like him, he likes me, so we're going out. I realize that the age difference is a little unorthodox, but what does age matter in the end? Demi and Ashton make it work.
I know that a lot of people who tease me don't realize that it's not funny to me, or that it's embarassing, but still. I'm just sick of it. This is kind of the first real relationship I've been in, and things are awkward enough without other people adding to the heap.
This has been a rant, I know. But everyone warrants a rant now and then. Five a month is the suggested amount, I believe.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
A Gem From the AP Test
Whilst taking the AP English Lit. test today, I discovered this poem in the multiple choice section. It gave me the strength to continue, to pick up my pencil once more and struggle onward into the void of literary devices and essay questions...
The Imaginary Iceberg
By Elizabeth Bishop
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.
Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock
and all the sea were moving marble.
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship;
we'd rather own this breathing plain of snow
though the ship's sails were laid upon the sea
as the snow lies undissolved upon the water.
O solemn, floating field,
are you aware an iceberg takes repose
with you, and when it wakes may pasture on your snows?
This is a scene a sailor'd give his eyes for.
The ship's ignored. The iceberg rises
and sinks again; its glassy pinnacles
correct elliptics in the sky.
This is a scene where he who treads the boards
is artlessly rhetorical. The curtain
is light enough to rise on finest ropes
that airy twists of snow provide.
The wits of these white peaks
spar with the sun. Its weight the iceberg dares
upon a shifting stage and stands and stares.
The iceberg cuts its facets from within.
Like jewelry from a grave
it saves itself perpetually and adorns
only itself, perhaps the snows
which so surprise us lying on the sea.
Good-bye, we say, good-bye, the ship steers off
where waves give in to one another's waves
and clouds run in a warmer sky.
Icebergs behoove the soul
(both being self-made from elements least visible)
to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected indivisible.
The Imaginary Iceberg
By Elizabeth Bishop
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.
Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock
and all the sea were moving marble.
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship;
we'd rather own this breathing plain of snow
though the ship's sails were laid upon the sea
as the snow lies undissolved upon the water.
O solemn, floating field,
are you aware an iceberg takes repose
with you, and when it wakes may pasture on your snows?
This is a scene a sailor'd give his eyes for.
The ship's ignored. The iceberg rises
and sinks again; its glassy pinnacles
correct elliptics in the sky.
This is a scene where he who treads the boards
is artlessly rhetorical. The curtain
is light enough to rise on finest ropes
that airy twists of snow provide.
The wits of these white peaks
spar with the sun. Its weight the iceberg dares
upon a shifting stage and stands and stares.
The iceberg cuts its facets from within.
Like jewelry from a grave
it saves itself perpetually and adorns
only itself, perhaps the snows
which so surprise us lying on the sea.
Good-bye, we say, good-bye, the ship steers off
where waves give in to one another's waves
and clouds run in a warmer sky.
Icebergs behoove the soul
(both being self-made from elements least visible)
to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected indivisible.
Monday, April 27, 2009
The Meaning of Life is....
Just kidding. I have no idea yet. Well, perhaps an inkling...
HOLLY'S INKLINGS ABOUT THE MEANING OF LIFE (this list is quite spontaneous-enjoy):
1. Happiness (but only if you're happy doing nice things, like helping people or writing. If you're happy robbing banks, then maybe you should try for unhappiness.)
2. That early-morning-fresh-dewy-floral smell (go outside before seven and inhale. Then get back to me.)
3. People (people are wonderful. We're just amazing, amazing creatures. Sometimes I just look at big crowds and wish that I could know what each person's life is like, what they eat for breakfast in the morning, and what their ambitions are. It kills me that I can't know.)
4. Religion (no matter what yours is, everyone has to believe in something.)
5. Being yourself (nothing better, folks.)
6. Laughter (try it.)
7. Whatever you want. Just live.
That turned out a bit more preachy than I intended, but you get the idea. Sorry I haven't written in so long. It's been quite a big couple of weeks with state and the new term and other such momentous events.
HOLLY'S INKLINGS ABOUT THE MEANING OF LIFE (this list is quite spontaneous-enjoy):
1. Happiness (but only if you're happy doing nice things, like helping people or writing. If you're happy robbing banks, then maybe you should try for unhappiness.)
2. That early-morning-fresh-dewy-floral smell (go outside before seven and inhale. Then get back to me.)
3. People (people are wonderful. We're just amazing, amazing creatures. Sometimes I just look at big crowds and wish that I could know what each person's life is like, what they eat for breakfast in the morning, and what their ambitions are. It kills me that I can't know.)
4. Religion (no matter what yours is, everyone has to believe in something.)
5. Being yourself (nothing better, folks.)
6. Laughter (try it.)
7. Whatever you want. Just live.
That turned out a bit more preachy than I intended, but you get the idea. Sorry I haven't written in so long. It's been quite a big couple of weeks with state and the new term and other such momentous events.
Monday, April 6, 2009
The L's are silent, Mr. E.
For dinner tonight, my dad and I decided to make quesadillas. Well, he decided. By the time I made my grand entrance into the kitchen, he was already stirring a thin white liquid around in a bowl, looking puzzled.
The following conversation followed:
"Hi Dad. Need some help? I can chop the olives."
"Olives! Shoot! I forgot!"
"Hey Hol?"
"What?"
"Isn't this supposed to be thicker?"
"Um, yes."
"Okay, well, I'll add some more chicken. That should help."
"Maybe you could add flour. That's a thickener!"
"Yeah! Flour! Go get it!"
"Okay. Does that look like enough?"
"More. This stuff is really runny."
"There you go."
"I'll just start on the cheese."
"Dad?"
"What?"
"Is it supposed to look that disgusting?"
"I don't think so."
"Mom's home!"
"Quick! Hide the flour!"
Believer it or not, the quesadillas actually turned out fairly well. A little watery, though.
The following conversation followed:
"Hi Dad. Need some help? I can chop the olives."
"Olives! Shoot! I forgot!"
"Hey Hol?"
"What?"
"Isn't this supposed to be thicker?"
"Um, yes."
"Okay, well, I'll add some more chicken. That should help."
"Maybe you could add flour. That's a thickener!"
"Yeah! Flour! Go get it!"
"Okay. Does that look like enough?"
"More. This stuff is really runny."
"There you go."
"I'll just start on the cheese."
"Dad?"
"What?"
"Is it supposed to look that disgusting?"
"I don't think so."
"Mom's home!"
"Quick! Hide the flour!"
Believer it or not, the quesadillas actually turned out fairly well. A little watery, though.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Like Jack
Stream of consciousness=prepare yourself:
So I'm writing a blog right now. Someone's making a CD for me. I hope it's cool. I had a great idea for mixed CD's-one for every time of day. Morning, afternoon, and evening. Some enchanted evening! Love that song. I wish I could sing better. The lady in that movie wears really short shorts. Especially for the 40's. I thought they were more conservative back then. Did my grandma wear short shorts? Probably not. I don't think so. I just paused for a few seconds. Don't think you're supposed to do that. Just flow. Like Christine's speech. That speech made me sad. I don't like suicide. I wish the teacher had turned the notebook in. Reminds me of Freedom Writers the movie. Great movie. Hilary Swank in pearls and power suits. Love Hilary Swank. She's great in Million Dollar Baby. Like that movie, but very tense. Tense movies are fun, but tense. Duh. Wow, this is getting kind of stupid. Pretty sure I normally think a little more intelligently than this. At least, I hope so. How would I really know. It's kind of neat how our minds can make connections that no one else's can. Like different smells and colors mean something different to everyone. I just think that's amazing. You can only know another person so well, you know. Unless you can get inside their head, which you can't. Unless you're Edward Cullen. Which you're not. Why did I bring Edward Cullen into this? I'm not one of those super obsessed Twilight fans, I swear. But I just thought of him, so I typed. This is seriously really fun. My wpm is probably off the charts right now. I'm flowing. Just like Christine's speech. I said that already. Something funny-I have headphones in but my music is off. Sometimes in the car if the radio is too quiet, I automatically reach to my ears to adjust my headphones. But of course I'm not wearing any. It's the radio. That's how much I listen to my ipod. I didn't used to listen to music that much. It grew on me. I wasn't supposed to be the musical one in the family, but I guess I kind of am. I'm not that great, really. I just like it. I think I'm meant to be more of an avid audience member than a musician. And that's fine with me. I like to listen. However, with speeches, I'd rather perform. Speaking is one of the best things in the world. You're so nervous, and all of the sudden you're up there and it's FUN. You enjoy it. You're persuasive, you're passionate, you're compelling. It's the best feeling in the world.
I officially had to force myself to stop. That was really fun. Dear readers, you should try that some time.
So I'm writing a blog right now. Someone's making a CD for me. I hope it's cool. I had a great idea for mixed CD's-one for every time of day. Morning, afternoon, and evening. Some enchanted evening! Love that song. I wish I could sing better. The lady in that movie wears really short shorts. Especially for the 40's. I thought they were more conservative back then. Did my grandma wear short shorts? Probably not. I don't think so. I just paused for a few seconds. Don't think you're supposed to do that. Just flow. Like Christine's speech. That speech made me sad. I don't like suicide. I wish the teacher had turned the notebook in. Reminds me of Freedom Writers the movie. Great movie. Hilary Swank in pearls and power suits. Love Hilary Swank. She's great in Million Dollar Baby. Like that movie, but very tense. Tense movies are fun, but tense. Duh. Wow, this is getting kind of stupid. Pretty sure I normally think a little more intelligently than this. At least, I hope so. How would I really know. It's kind of neat how our minds can make connections that no one else's can. Like different smells and colors mean something different to everyone. I just think that's amazing. You can only know another person so well, you know. Unless you can get inside their head, which you can't. Unless you're Edward Cullen. Which you're not. Why did I bring Edward Cullen into this? I'm not one of those super obsessed Twilight fans, I swear. But I just thought of him, so I typed. This is seriously really fun. My wpm is probably off the charts right now. I'm flowing. Just like Christine's speech. I said that already. Something funny-I have headphones in but my music is off. Sometimes in the car if the radio is too quiet, I automatically reach to my ears to adjust my headphones. But of course I'm not wearing any. It's the radio. That's how much I listen to my ipod. I didn't used to listen to music that much. It grew on me. I wasn't supposed to be the musical one in the family, but I guess I kind of am. I'm not that great, really. I just like it. I think I'm meant to be more of an avid audience member than a musician. And that's fine with me. I like to listen. However, with speeches, I'd rather perform. Speaking is one of the best things in the world. You're so nervous, and all of the sudden you're up there and it's FUN. You enjoy it. You're persuasive, you're passionate, you're compelling. It's the best feeling in the world.
I officially had to force myself to stop. That was really fun. Dear readers, you should try that some time.
Monday, March 23, 2009
There Will Be Blood
Blood drive, part 2 was today.
Not as horrific as last time, I must say.
Okay, so the finger poke still made me want to cry, but there was no fainting.
I was on the table, and the nurse had just gotten the needle (never realized before how huge that needle is) into my arm. She then realized that no blood was coming out. Uh oh.
She called over about three nurses, and they all hovered around as she poked around inside my vein with the needle, trying to get the blood flowing. No luck.
At this point I was flat on my back with my knees up. Things were starting to spin, and a random girl came over to tell me that I was really pale.
The nurse then decided to try my other arm. She pulled the needle out of my arm, bandaged it up, and jabbed a new needle into the other arm.
Luckily, the blood came fine in my right arm.
I was fine after that. A little bit of dizziness, but that was it.
Since I had had needles in both arms, they were both stiff. I did kind of a gorilla arm swing the rest of the day.
It was worth it, though. I'm sure I talked about this last time, but I can't count how many people I know who have had, or will need blood transfusions. A little discomfort for me is more than worth their lives.
Not as horrific as last time, I must say.
Okay, so the finger poke still made me want to cry, but there was no fainting.
I was on the table, and the nurse had just gotten the needle (never realized before how huge that needle is) into my arm. She then realized that no blood was coming out. Uh oh.
She called over about three nurses, and they all hovered around as she poked around inside my vein with the needle, trying to get the blood flowing. No luck.
At this point I was flat on my back with my knees up. Things were starting to spin, and a random girl came over to tell me that I was really pale.
The nurse then decided to try my other arm. She pulled the needle out of my arm, bandaged it up, and jabbed a new needle into the other arm.
Luckily, the blood came fine in my right arm.
I was fine after that. A little bit of dizziness, but that was it.
Since I had had needles in both arms, they were both stiff. I did kind of a gorilla arm swing the rest of the day.
It was worth it, though. I'm sure I talked about this last time, but I can't count how many people I know who have had, or will need blood transfusions. A little discomfort for me is more than worth their lives.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Hollyology (wow that sounds horrible)
Here's an extra-long post to make up for my slacking:
***********FOODOLOGY***************
What is your salad dressing of choice?
Western
What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
Probably Olive Garden.
What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
Jimmy Johns.
What are your pizza toppings of choice?
Pepperoni and black olives.
What do you like to put on your toast?
Raspberry jam.
Chocolate or Vanilla?
Chocolate.
***********TECHNOLOGY***************
How many televisions are in your house?
Two.
What color cell phone do you have?
Grey.
Do you have a laptop?
No. Next year.
***************BIOLOGY******************
Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Lefty!
Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
Nope.
What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A crate of Ensure (some sort of nutritional drink? I don't know, it was for work.)
Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
No.
************BULLCRAPOLOGY**************
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
No way! I'm going to live forever, so it's not really a problem.
If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I'd probably name myself after someone else, like Oprah.
Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
Yep.
************DUMBOLOGY******************
How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
At least five.
Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
Psychology last year. I almost got tazed.
Last person you talked to on the phone?
My mom.
Last person you hugged?
Mom.
**************FAVORITOLOGY****************
Season?
Fall
Holiday?
Christmas
Day of the week?
Wednesday
Month?
September (does everyone choose their birthday month for this one?)
***********CURRENTOLOGY*****************
Missing someone?
Yes.
Mood?
Fairly calm.
What are you listening to?
House of the Rising Sun by The Animals
Watching?
My computer monitor.
Worrying about?
Memorizing my speech.
***************RANDOMOLOGY****************
First place you went this morning?
To the window to look at the snow.
Do you smile often?
Yes.
Sleeping alone tonight?
Yes
Do you always answer your phone?
Hardly ever. Text me instead.
It’s four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?
Some creeper from Oregon.
What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?
Never been there.
Do you own a digital camera?
Yes
Have you ever had a pet fish?
Yes, but they didn't last long.
What's on your wish list for your birthday?
Always books. A pony has been present on the list for the last few years, also.
Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
Both
Do you have any saved texts?
No
Ever been in a car wreck?
Yes, but nothing major.
Do you have an accent?
Probably.
What is the last song to make you cry?
Songs don't really make me cry.
Plans tonight?
Finish my book, go to bed.
Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
No, and I hope I never do.
Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
Milk on DVD, an itunes card, and a tank of gas.
Have you ever been given roses?
Yes
Met someone who changed your life?
Yes
How did you bring in the New Year?
Watched the ball drop.
Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
Sure.
Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?
No
Do you have any tattoos/piercings?
Just my ears.
What songs do you sing in the shower?
Anything annoying.
Ever had someone sing to you?
Yes, unfortunately.
Have you held hands with anyone today?
No
Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Speech people at bowling.
What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?
Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears. Yep.
Are most of the friends in your life new or old?
Both
Do you like pulpy orange juice?
No way.
What is something your friends make fun of you for?
My car. There's a lot of jealousy there.
Have you ever ridden an elephant?
No.
Do you like to play Scrabble?
Sometimes.
What are you saving your money up for right now?
New camera.
When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly?
At least a month ago.
***********FOODOLOGY***************
What is your salad dressing of choice?
Western
What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
Probably Olive Garden.
What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
Jimmy Johns.
What are your pizza toppings of choice?
Pepperoni and black olives.
What do you like to put on your toast?
Raspberry jam.
Chocolate or Vanilla?
Chocolate.
***********TECHNOLOGY***************
How many televisions are in your house?
Two.
What color cell phone do you have?
Grey.
Do you have a laptop?
No. Next year.
***************BIOLOGY******************
Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Lefty!
Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
Nope.
What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A crate of Ensure (some sort of nutritional drink? I don't know, it was for work.)
Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
No.
************BULLCRAPOLOGY**************
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
No way! I'm going to live forever, so it's not really a problem.
If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I'd probably name myself after someone else, like Oprah.
Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
Yep.
************DUMBOLOGY******************
How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
At least five.
Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
Psychology last year. I almost got tazed.
Last person you talked to on the phone?
My mom.
Last person you hugged?
Mom.
**************FAVORITOLOGY****************
Season?
Fall
Holiday?
Christmas
Day of the week?
Wednesday
Month?
September (does everyone choose their birthday month for this one?)
***********CURRENTOLOGY*****************
Missing someone?
Yes.
Mood?
Fairly calm.
What are you listening to?
House of the Rising Sun by The Animals
Watching?
My computer monitor.
Worrying about?
Memorizing my speech.
***************RANDOMOLOGY****************
First place you went this morning?
To the window to look at the snow.
Do you smile often?
Yes.
Sleeping alone tonight?
Yes
Do you always answer your phone?
Hardly ever. Text me instead.
It’s four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?
Some creeper from Oregon.
What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?
Never been there.
Do you own a digital camera?
Yes
Have you ever had a pet fish?
Yes, but they didn't last long.
What's on your wish list for your birthday?
Always books. A pony has been present on the list for the last few years, also.
Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
Both
Do you have any saved texts?
No
Ever been in a car wreck?
Yes, but nothing major.
Do you have an accent?
Probably.
What is the last song to make you cry?
Songs don't really make me cry.
Plans tonight?
Finish my book, go to bed.
Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
No, and I hope I never do.
Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
Milk on DVD, an itunes card, and a tank of gas.
Have you ever been given roses?
Yes
Met someone who changed your life?
Yes
How did you bring in the New Year?
Watched the ball drop.
Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
Sure.
Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?
No
Do you have any tattoos/piercings?
Just my ears.
What songs do you sing in the shower?
Anything annoying.
Ever had someone sing to you?
Yes, unfortunately.
Have you held hands with anyone today?
No
Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Speech people at bowling.
What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?
Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears. Yep.
Are most of the friends in your life new or old?
Both
Do you like pulpy orange juice?
No way.
What is something your friends make fun of you for?
My car. There's a lot of jealousy there.
Have you ever ridden an elephant?
No.
Do you like to play Scrabble?
Sometimes.
What are you saving your money up for right now?
New camera.
When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly?
At least a month ago.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Things going on
Here's what's happening in my life right now (in a convenient list-like form):
1. Chemistry test on Monday. I got an A+ on the last one (I studied really, really hard), so I hope to do as well this time. We'll see. This chapter is very long and complicated.
2. I just watched about a half hour of Fiddler on the Roof. I need to see the rest of that movie sometime. It's the perfect combination of beards, vodka, and arranged marriage.
3. I hate Mrs. Lideen right now. Absolutely loathe. In corrective advisement last week, she intentionally humiliated a student for no apparent reason. I just cannot believe that a teacher would ever do that to a student.
4. I still haven't decided on a college.
5. I'm reading twilight fanfic (sorry, Amelia).
6. I had an amazing time at the pep fest. People always complain about them, but I think they're so much fun. It's great to see all the grades in one room, and to be in the middle of all the cheering. Plus, the drumline played all the way down the hall. My ears are still ringing, but it was great.
7. Becca only laughed at my 'lumberjack shirt' once today. New record.
8. Speech tomorrow. I'm in the process of rewriting, so a bit nervous for this one.
1. Chemistry test on Monday. I got an A+ on the last one (I studied really, really hard), so I hope to do as well this time. We'll see. This chapter is very long and complicated.
2. I just watched about a half hour of Fiddler on the Roof. I need to see the rest of that movie sometime. It's the perfect combination of beards, vodka, and arranged marriage.
3. I hate Mrs. Lideen right now. Absolutely loathe. In corrective advisement last week, she intentionally humiliated a student for no apparent reason. I just cannot believe that a teacher would ever do that to a student.
4. I still haven't decided on a college.
5. I'm reading twilight fanfic (sorry, Amelia).
6. I had an amazing time at the pep fest. People always complain about them, but I think they're so much fun. It's great to see all the grades in one room, and to be in the middle of all the cheering. Plus, the drumline played all the way down the hall. My ears are still ringing, but it was great.
7. Becca only laughed at my 'lumberjack shirt' once today. New record.
8. Speech tomorrow. I'm in the process of rewriting, so a bit nervous for this one.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
We begin with a quote
"This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest."
That's a section of Longfellow's poem Evangeline. I'm not one for reading poetry, but I think this one is lovely.
Today was a fairly uneventful day. Not much to report school-wise. A few things happened at home, though:
1. I got my senior pictures
2. I made an amazing Knowledge Bowl playlist for the trip to North Branch on Saturday. For some reason, my computer refused to burn it onto a disc, but I can just play it right off my i-pod. It's a fairly eclectic mix, but all of the songs have something to do with Knowledge Bowl.
3. I tied a ribbon around a bag of wintergreen Lifesavers for Becca's birthday present. She really, really loves them.
That's a section of Longfellow's poem Evangeline. I'm not one for reading poetry, but I think this one is lovely.
Today was a fairly uneventful day. Not much to report school-wise. A few things happened at home, though:
1. I got my senior pictures
2. I made an amazing Knowledge Bowl playlist for the trip to North Branch on Saturday. For some reason, my computer refused to burn it onto a disc, but I can just play it right off my i-pod. It's a fairly eclectic mix, but all of the songs have something to do with Knowledge Bowl.
3. I tied a ribbon around a bag of wintergreen Lifesavers for Becca's birthday present. She really, really loves them.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Buddy Holly
My day:
1. I wake up to the radio on my alarm clock. The DJ's were talking about today being the anniversary of Buddy Holly's death. Now, I like Buddy Holly's music, but I don't really know much about him. I was shocked to learn that he died in a plane crash at only 22 years old, after only about 2 years of making music publically. The song 'American Pie' is based off his life.
2. Since it's been cold, Amy's been going out to start the car so that it can warm up a little. We were both running late this morning, so she didn't get a chance to get the car going. It died at the end of our street. Mom had to come and help me get it started (I know absolutely nothing about cars, sadly). Thus, I missed the NHS meeting.
3. Band was pretty good. We were in the PAC, which is always fairly interesting. Mr. Anderson only had to stop and yell at the percussionists once, for a change.
4. Creative writing was fun. We explored the difference between 'effect' and 'affect.' We got to debate a lot.
5. Speech was amazing, as always. I could have played that statue game the entire time! Laabs and Charlie as Rose and Jack...what can be said? What really made me happy during the rounds was the fact that Josh Salaba had obviously been practicing his speech on his own. He improves every time I hear him, which is great. I wish everyone would put that kind of effort in.
1. I wake up to the radio on my alarm clock. The DJ's were talking about today being the anniversary of Buddy Holly's death. Now, I like Buddy Holly's music, but I don't really know much about him. I was shocked to learn that he died in a plane crash at only 22 years old, after only about 2 years of making music publically. The song 'American Pie' is based off his life.
2. Since it's been cold, Amy's been going out to start the car so that it can warm up a little. We were both running late this morning, so she didn't get a chance to get the car going. It died at the end of our street. Mom had to come and help me get it started (I know absolutely nothing about cars, sadly). Thus, I missed the NHS meeting.
3. Band was pretty good. We were in the PAC, which is always fairly interesting. Mr. Anderson only had to stop and yell at the percussionists once, for a change.
4. Creative writing was fun. We explored the difference between 'effect' and 'affect.' We got to debate a lot.
5. Speech was amazing, as always. I could have played that statue game the entire time! Laabs and Charlie as Rose and Jack...what can be said? What really made me happy during the rounds was the fact that Josh Salaba had obviously been practicing his speech on his own. He improves every time I hear him, which is great. I wish everyone would put that kind of effort in.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Roast (medium-rare)
Okay, we're going to talk about this girl in my creative writing class (I don't really want to name her).
Our first assignment was to write either a biography or an autobiography. I was actually really proud of my autobiography. I worked hard on it, and thought it was a fairly good piece of writing. I guess Mr. Manske liked it too, because he gave me a 49 out of 50 on it. Then the other girl (let's call her Tara) got hers back. GASP. She got a 45 out of 50. An A minus.
Tara immediately turns around to look at my rubric. "A 98!" she exclaims, snatching my paper and reading through it. Then she goes into pout mode and begins complaining to everyone within a ten foot radius that she deserved higher.
My personal opinion: No she didn't. She is a good writer, but the paper she wrote was boring and snobbish. I hope you know what I mean. Some writers just show off with their writing, using big words and elaborate, over-descriptive phrases. It really bugs me.
Tara then decided to take her complaints to Mr. Manske, and stayed after class to talk to him about her grade. I swear, if he changes her grade I will never respect him again. Ever.
Another thing about Tara: she constantly shoves things she's written in my face, wanting me to read them and gush about how wonderful they are. It's gotten to the point where I don't care enough to voice a real opinion, and just say, "That's really good, Tara," and move on. Someone who needs constant reassurance that she's amazing is not someone I want to associate with.
And one more basting of the roast...
This guy who is also in my class is the guy Tara has a very obvious crush on. Now, this guy just started going out with a girl he obviously likes a lot. Does this stop Tara from flirting shamelessly? I don't think so.
So there it is. A perfect roast, ready to eat.
Do I feel good about writing this? Nope.
Do I feel really mean and two-faced? Yes.
Will I continue to work extra hard in creative writing in order to beat her on every assignment? Of course.
Our first assignment was to write either a biography or an autobiography. I was actually really proud of my autobiography. I worked hard on it, and thought it was a fairly good piece of writing. I guess Mr. Manske liked it too, because he gave me a 49 out of 50 on it. Then the other girl (let's call her Tara) got hers back. GASP. She got a 45 out of 50. An A minus.
Tara immediately turns around to look at my rubric. "A 98!" she exclaims, snatching my paper and reading through it. Then she goes into pout mode and begins complaining to everyone within a ten foot radius that she deserved higher.
My personal opinion: No she didn't. She is a good writer, but the paper she wrote was boring and snobbish. I hope you know what I mean. Some writers just show off with their writing, using big words and elaborate, over-descriptive phrases. It really bugs me.
Tara then decided to take her complaints to Mr. Manske, and stayed after class to talk to him about her grade. I swear, if he changes her grade I will never respect him again. Ever.
Another thing about Tara: she constantly shoves things she's written in my face, wanting me to read them and gush about how wonderful they are. It's gotten to the point where I don't care enough to voice a real opinion, and just say, "That's really good, Tara," and move on. Someone who needs constant reassurance that she's amazing is not someone I want to associate with.
And one more basting of the roast...
This guy who is also in my class is the guy Tara has a very obvious crush on. Now, this guy just started going out with a girl he obviously likes a lot. Does this stop Tara from flirting shamelessly? I don't think so.
So there it is. A perfect roast, ready to eat.
Do I feel good about writing this? Nope.
Do I feel really mean and two-faced? Yes.
Will I continue to work extra hard in creative writing in order to beat her on every assignment? Of course.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
First speech meet
The interesting and unexpected thing about being speech captain is that I seem to worry more about other people on the team than myself. I was actually really stressed out at this meet because I was worried that the new members wouldn't be able to find their rooms, or wouldn't know what to do, or would decide they didn't like speech after all (heaven forbid).
Luckily, I turned out to be completely stupid, because everyone, including and especially the newbies did a great job!! I even got a chance to hear Ryan and Christine perform, and I was just blown away by how poised and confident they were. I wasn't that calm at my first meet!!
It was a strange to be captain-ing by myself, but definitely fun to lead all the tongue twisters and read scores and everything.
It was also nice (if you'll allow a brag moment) to get my first first place ever! I feel a little bit like it doesn't quite count, because this was kind of a practice meet, but still. I just hope that I can improve and do well the rest of the season.
Luckily, I turned out to be completely stupid, because everyone, including and especially the newbies did a great job!! I even got a chance to hear Ryan and Christine perform, and I was just blown away by how poised and confident they were. I wasn't that calm at my first meet!!
It was a strange to be captain-ing by myself, but definitely fun to lead all the tongue twisters and read scores and everything.
It was also nice (if you'll allow a brag moment) to get my first first place ever! I feel a little bit like it doesn't quite count, because this was kind of a practice meet, but still. I just hope that I can improve and do well the rest of the season.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Miss America
I just finished watching the 2009 Miss America competition. Honestly, I used to think that it was just a stupid pageant with a bunch of idiots prancing around, but now I think it's more than that. They are intelligent, ambitious women who want to make a difference in this country. Sure, they do that ridiculous wave and cry a bit too much, but it's worth it if it earns them a scholarship and a chance to be a role model for millions of girls.
Tomorrow I'm off to my old school (St. John's) to judge the middle school science fair. It should be fun. A bit weird to be back, but fun.
Tomorrow I'm off to my old school (St. John's) to judge the middle school science fair. It should be fun. A bit weird to be back, but fun.
Friday, January 16, 2009
It's not a snow day, it's a 'cold day'
This morning I woke up when my alarm went off at 6 a.m. Like usual, I rolled over and complained to myself about the early hour until about 6:08 when Amy came running into my room. "Holly! I think school's cancelled." That did it. I jumped out of bed (grabbing a blanket as I did so-mom turns the heat down to 58 at night) and ran to the living room. I had to watch Chisago Lakes Distric-Closed flash by three times before I believed it.
Frankly, I'm kind of upset school was cancelled. A lot of people had finals today, and it's sort of stupid that they had to miss them. Plus, the weather warmed up really quickly, and today ended up being a lot nicer than yesterday. Also I had a project for English due that I stayed up late working on. We were going to party!
Anyway, I ended up going back to bed and sleeping until 12:25. Not bad for a Friday. Then I went to the bank, picked up my senior pictures for the yearbook, and went to work.
I must say, it's very nice to not have to worry about homework or anything for the weekend, at least.
Frankly, I'm kind of upset school was cancelled. A lot of people had finals today, and it's sort of stupid that they had to miss them. Plus, the weather warmed up really quickly, and today ended up being a lot nicer than yesterday. Also I had a project for English due that I stayed up late working on. We were going to party!
Anyway, I ended up going back to bed and sleeping until 12:25. Not bad for a Friday. Then I went to the bank, picked up my senior pictures for the yearbook, and went to work.
I must say, it's very nice to not have to worry about homework or anything for the weekend, at least.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Remus Field Malone
There is never a duel with the truth. The truth always wins, and we are not afraid of it. The truth is no coward. The truth does not need the law. The truth does not need the government. The truth does not need Mr. Bryan. We are ready to tell the truth as we understand it, and we do not fear all the truth that they can present as facts. We are ready. We feel we stand with progress. We feel we stand with science. We feel we stand with intelligence. We feel we stand with freedom in America. We are not afraid. Where is the fear? We meet it. Where is the fear? We defy it.
That was part of my Great Speech (by Dudley Field Malone). It honestly gives me chills. I'm so incredibly excited to be at a meet delivering these powerful words. There's nothing better, folks, really.
On another note: I think I'm in love with the Remus Lupins. Thanks, Amelia! I haven't listened to all the CD's yet (though I certainly plan to give them all a try), but I kept going back to the Remus Lupins. They're so amazing. The only, only complaint I have is that the lead singer (who has a great voice, don't get me wrong,) sounds the same in every song. It would be nice if he would do some harmony, or if someone else would sing a few.
That was part of my Great Speech (by Dudley Field Malone). It honestly gives me chills. I'm so incredibly excited to be at a meet delivering these powerful words. There's nothing better, folks, really.
On another note: I think I'm in love with the Remus Lupins. Thanks, Amelia! I haven't listened to all the CD's yet (though I certainly plan to give them all a try), but I kept going back to the Remus Lupins. They're so amazing. The only, only complaint I have is that the lead singer (who has a great voice, don't get me wrong,) sounds the same in every song. It would be nice if he would do some harmony, or if someone else would sing a few.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Great Speeches Army
Speech was fun today. Ross came to visit, so he was in the 'great speeches' room along with me, Ryan, and Clara.
It was nice to have him there. He really is the great speeches expert and gave us all a lot of advice, which was awesome.
It's kind of funny, but whevever I see the people who just graduated from CLHS last year, they always look so much older. College must just age you. Or maybe it's not college itself, but being away from home that ages you. Like you're forced to grow up and start taking care of yourself.
It was nice to have him there. He really is the great speeches expert and gave us all a lot of advice, which was awesome.
It's kind of funny, but whevever I see the people who just graduated from CLHS last year, they always look so much older. College must just age you. Or maybe it's not college itself, but being away from home that ages you. Like you're forced to grow up and start taking care of yourself.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
We all want to change the world
I'm kind of in the mood to post, but I don't really have anything too interesting to say.
School was decent-the usual status. I woke up this morning when my alarm went off with the same "you've got to be kidding me" state of mind I always have.
1st hour: Math isn't really my favorite subject. I only manage to do well in it because I study VERY HARD for the tests. It's just not one of those things that comes easy for me. Anyway, we're doing probability, which I didn't get in 5th grade, and don't get now. What would make the class more fun would be if there was someone I could actually talk to. I'm kind of like a leper-I don't like/know anyone so I just kind of sit alone and silently do my work.
2nd hour: AP English, always a favorite. I didn't really like Mrs. Nelson last year, but she's growing on me. I think she's one of those people you just have to get in order to like. It's funny, because at the beginning of every class in English we ask for a mental snowday, and she always says no, but we always end up with one anyway because we don't really do a whole lot in the class. Most of it is individual work-reading and projects and things like that.
3rd hour: Band. Need I say more?
4th hour: War History-an extrememly enjoyable class. We watch a lot of movies, which is fun. Recently we saw Red Dawn, which a play on America's nuclear warfare fears during the Cold War. In the movie, Cuba, Nicaragua, and Russia have invaded America, and there's a group of teenagers called the Wolverines who rebel and begin sniping off enemy tanks and soldiers. It's really, really over-dramatic. As Mr. Deede put it, "It's so horrible, it's almost a great film."
School was decent-the usual status. I woke up this morning when my alarm went off with the same "you've got to be kidding me" state of mind I always have.
1st hour: Math isn't really my favorite subject. I only manage to do well in it because I study VERY HARD for the tests. It's just not one of those things that comes easy for me. Anyway, we're doing probability, which I didn't get in 5th grade, and don't get now. What would make the class more fun would be if there was someone I could actually talk to. I'm kind of like a leper-I don't like/know anyone so I just kind of sit alone and silently do my work.
2nd hour: AP English, always a favorite. I didn't really like Mrs. Nelson last year, but she's growing on me. I think she's one of those people you just have to get in order to like. It's funny, because at the beginning of every class in English we ask for a mental snowday, and she always says no, but we always end up with one anyway because we don't really do a whole lot in the class. Most of it is individual work-reading and projects and things like that.
3rd hour: Band. Need I say more?
4th hour: War History-an extrememly enjoyable class. We watch a lot of movies, which is fun. Recently we saw Red Dawn, which a play on America's nuclear warfare fears during the Cold War. In the movie, Cuba, Nicaragua, and Russia have invaded America, and there's a group of teenagers called the Wolverines who rebel and begin sniping off enemy tanks and soldiers. It's really, really over-dramatic. As Mr. Deede put it, "It's so horrible, it's almost a great film."
Saturday, January 3, 2009
There are no words
Status: watching Little Miss Sunshine (love this movie)
Location: the couch
THINGS I DID TODAY
1. Woke up infernally early
2. Went to my sister's volleyball tournament in Osseo
3. Drove Amy home through blizzard conditions. Thank goodness for the GPS.
4. Changed the colors on my blog. The black, white, and red was a little too emo.
THINGS I NEED TO DO LATER
1. Work on my final projects (yes, ma'am, that's a plural)
2. Take a shower
3. Read (I'm reading an amazing book right now-WHAT'S EATING GILBERT GRAPE. It's hilarious. The movie is pretty good, too.)
Location: the couch
THINGS I DID TODAY
1. Woke up infernally early
2. Went to my sister's volleyball tournament in Osseo
3. Drove Amy home through blizzard conditions. Thank goodness for the GPS.
4. Changed the colors on my blog. The black, white, and red was a little too emo.
THINGS I NEED TO DO LATER
1. Work on my final projects (yes, ma'am, that's a plural)
2. Take a shower
3. Read (I'm reading an amazing book right now-WHAT'S EATING GILBERT GRAPE. It's hilarious. The movie is pretty good, too.)
Friday, January 2, 2009
There's nothing new under the sun
Just because I want to write but can't, I'm going to draw back on old stuff again. Sorry. These are beginnings to stories I never wrote. Please keep in mind that some of them are very, very old. I've been not finishing stories for many years now.
First, there was nothing. Then light appeared. It seemed to creep up slowly, smothering the warm, dark carpet. I flipped onto my stomach and let my cheek hang off the pillow as I tried to return to my dream.
He and I stared blankly at each other, me pressed against the wall in an attempt to get out of the way, and him still clutching the doorknob as if loss of contact would keep it locked forever. "There's no way out?" He asked briskly.
"No." We were doomed.
I sank to the floor and looked around the room. Toilet. Sink. Tub. There were no resources, no possible means of escape. His back thumped against the door as he sat down across from me.
Helen looked up at Mother, who was wringing a Kleenex in her hands and staring intently at the never-ending gray highway, which separated their neat green lawn from the tumbledown Mullet farm.
It’s funny how things you look forward to seem to shrink as you near them.
It’s a chilly June morning and I’m burrowed under my blankets like my dog, Leech does when he hears the word V-E-T. I wake up to a scuffle outside my window.
First, there was nothing. Then light appeared. It seemed to creep up slowly, smothering the warm, dark carpet. I flipped onto my stomach and let my cheek hang off the pillow as I tried to return to my dream.
He and I stared blankly at each other, me pressed against the wall in an attempt to get out of the way, and him still clutching the doorknob as if loss of contact would keep it locked forever. "There's no way out?" He asked briskly.
"No." We were doomed.
I sank to the floor and looked around the room. Toilet. Sink. Tub. There were no resources, no possible means of escape. His back thumped against the door as he sat down across from me.
Helen looked up at Mother, who was wringing a Kleenex in her hands and staring intently at the never-ending gray highway, which separated their neat green lawn from the tumbledown Mullet farm.
It’s funny how things you look forward to seem to shrink as you near them.
It’s a chilly June morning and I’m burrowed under my blankets like my dog, Leech does when he hears the word V-E-T. I wake up to a scuffle outside my window.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The Summer Chronicles
I was just looking back through my old Microsoft Word documents when I found this. I wrote it last summer as a series of little blips. I was kind of hoping they would turn themselves into a story.
Anyway, the reason I'm posting is because I think they're funny. It's interesting how things that seem like the most important things in the world can seem so stupid a few months down the road.
I think the writing is okay overall-maybe a little heavy on the adjectives, but that has always been an issue.
So here's a little treat from last July:
All the ugly things in the world came crashing down as Gus Molina shouted at me. I was glad for her sunglasses; glad I didn’t have to see her flat brown eyes burn.
The rest of the saxophones peered through their sweat at us. There were a few tentative giggles-no one knew yet if this was a joke.
Gus’s volume increased, then. “I’ve been in marching band for four years, and we have always played with the brasses. We are brasses. You need to accept that and move on. We play with the brasses.”
I didn’t know what to say. So I just remained still, like an animal playing dead in the jaws of a predator.
Now Mollie was there, holding her sax in one hand, swinging her sunglasses in the other. She may as well have been wearing a cape and tights. “Gus, what is the matter with you? You need to apologize to Holly right now.”
Gus studied the oak tree across the street. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
I stared at Gus’s ear. “It’s fine.” No it’s not.
Gus raised her chin. “But I know I’m right.”
I looked at Ryan. His mouth was open, and his reed was hanging out, dripping blue drops of saliva onto the pavement. I watched the drops turn black and run together into a small puddle, before slowly trailing to the curb.
There was the metallic clank of a tenor saxophone, and Gus was gone, walking swiftly towards the school with a triumphant gait.
The altos and I looked at each other.
Mom picked through a piece of walleye, pinching the tiny bones between her fingers and scraping them onto a napkin. “So, Matt, who died today?”
Dad’s face was sunburned, and the top of his head shone with reflected evening sunlight. “Just some guy on TV. They’re sure making a big deal out of it, but he’s no one worth getting your undies in a bundle over.”
Often things that are not remotely funny, like death for example, can be the funniest things in the world. Amy and I thought so, and we laughed until we cried into our coleslaw.
Later, when the kitchen was empty but for me, and a pile of greasy, menacing dishes, I felt sorry, and vowed to say a prayer for the TV man who had died. I thought I’d thank him for giving me the best laugh I’d had in a long time.
It was one of those nights when the world seemed to be full, and perilously close to overflowing. I had marching band the next day, during which I had to face Gus, play Hot Hot Hot memorized, and become a fearless leader. Thinking about these approaching events rattled the globe a bit, and a few drops splattered into space and were gone. There was only pale blue where New Zealand used to be, and Antarctica was barely clinging to the ocean. But we can only move forward, and so I put the world back onto my shoulders, finding it even heavier than Atlas did, and took a step.
Anyway, the reason I'm posting is because I think they're funny. It's interesting how things that seem like the most important things in the world can seem so stupid a few months down the road.
I think the writing is okay overall-maybe a little heavy on the adjectives, but that has always been an issue.
So here's a little treat from last July:
All the ugly things in the world came crashing down as Gus Molina shouted at me. I was glad for her sunglasses; glad I didn’t have to see her flat brown eyes burn.
The rest of the saxophones peered through their sweat at us. There were a few tentative giggles-no one knew yet if this was a joke.
Gus’s volume increased, then. “I’ve been in marching band for four years, and we have always played with the brasses. We are brasses. You need to accept that and move on. We play with the brasses.”
I didn’t know what to say. So I just remained still, like an animal playing dead in the jaws of a predator.
Now Mollie was there, holding her sax in one hand, swinging her sunglasses in the other. She may as well have been wearing a cape and tights. “Gus, what is the matter with you? You need to apologize to Holly right now.”
Gus studied the oak tree across the street. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
I stared at Gus’s ear. “It’s fine.” No it’s not.
Gus raised her chin. “But I know I’m right.”
I looked at Ryan. His mouth was open, and his reed was hanging out, dripping blue drops of saliva onto the pavement. I watched the drops turn black and run together into a small puddle, before slowly trailing to the curb.
There was the metallic clank of a tenor saxophone, and Gus was gone, walking swiftly towards the school with a triumphant gait.
The altos and I looked at each other.
Mom picked through a piece of walleye, pinching the tiny bones between her fingers and scraping them onto a napkin. “So, Matt, who died today?”
Dad’s face was sunburned, and the top of his head shone with reflected evening sunlight. “Just some guy on TV. They’re sure making a big deal out of it, but he’s no one worth getting your undies in a bundle over.”
Often things that are not remotely funny, like death for example, can be the funniest things in the world. Amy and I thought so, and we laughed until we cried into our coleslaw.
Later, when the kitchen was empty but for me, and a pile of greasy, menacing dishes, I felt sorry, and vowed to say a prayer for the TV man who had died. I thought I’d thank him for giving me the best laugh I’d had in a long time.
It was one of those nights when the world seemed to be full, and perilously close to overflowing. I had marching band the next day, during which I had to face Gus, play Hot Hot Hot memorized, and become a fearless leader. Thinking about these approaching events rattled the globe a bit, and a few drops splattered into space and were gone. There was only pale blue where New Zealand used to be, and Antarctica was barely clinging to the ocean. But we can only move forward, and so I put the world back onto my shoulders, finding it even heavier than Atlas did, and took a step.
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