Taughannock Falls Rock Slide - Photos, Information
Wow, that's an awesome before/after shot.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Liar, Liar
I am very sorry to tell you all this.
It's very disappointing.
Idonthaveanymorecandy
Oh my god I'm so sorry. So you know I promised you candy for reading those books? Well, see, using this bizarre combination of my siblings, my father, and myself all eating Halloween candy shamelessly, in addition to my mother throwing out a piece whenever she felt like it, there is only a few pieces that are most prized by my siblings. Honestly, they would kill me if I went anywhere near them.
Soooooo you don't get any candy for reading those books.
The attitude I would like you to have, walking away from this post, is: "Okay, I didn't need a reward for reading such fantastically amazing books recommended to me by my dearest friend anyway! And I will also finish all the other ones on the list, just to make that dearest friend happy! And also, have you seen that blog of hers? Yeah, I should totally go follow it!"
Only the second sentence is mandatory.
It's very disappointing.
Idonthaveanymorecandy
Oh my god I'm so sorry. So you know I promised you candy for reading those books? Well, see, using this bizarre combination of my siblings, my father, and myself all eating Halloween candy shamelessly, in addition to my mother throwing out a piece whenever she felt like it, there is only a few pieces that are most prized by my siblings. Honestly, they would kill me if I went anywhere near them.
Soooooo you don't get any candy for reading those books.
The attitude I would like you to have, walking away from this post, is: "Okay, I didn't need a reward for reading such fantastically amazing books recommended to me by my dearest friend anyway! And I will also finish all the other ones on the list, just to make that dearest friend happy! And also, have you seen that blog of hers? Yeah, I should totally go follow it!"
Only the second sentence is mandatory.
Friday, November 26, 2010
You're Invited!
Event: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows
Place: Regal Cinemas, the mall
Time: Saturday, tomorrow, at 4:10 (get there by 3:45?)
Who: everyone who reads this, has heard me talk about it, has heard someone else talk about, or would think it would be fun.
completely serious. honestly.
Place: Regal Cinemas, the mall
Time: Saturday, tomorrow, at 4:10 (get there by 3:45?)
Who: everyone who reads this, has heard me talk about it, has heard someone else talk about, or would think it would be fun.
completely serious. honestly.
Obituary of Justin Bieber, killed by an angry anti-fan
I remember the beginning. The one day where I had no idea who he was, when I had heard him on the radio but not enough to know him by name, and when he was just a boy who sounded like a girl.
The next day, I remember looking him up on wikipedia, and there was already an article up about him. Birth date, full name, first song. Already. On the bus that morning, everyone had formed their own opinions of him. All of the guys were automatically disgusted. "You like Justin Bieber?" they would say. "Or should I say, Justine?" and the girls would respond with a "Wow, jealous much?"
Our thoughts and opinions of him grew as he did, until he was much more than a boy who sang like a girl- he was the target of gay jokes, he was an object to be picked on, he was a teen sensation. The girls still had Bieber Fever, the boys were still jealous.
He could sing, he could dance, and- my mom even agreed-he had a great stage presence. People hated on him, why? Because he was famous? Because he did, underneath all his mainstreamed persona, have talent? You never had to love him. I didn't even love him. He was just another singer. And he could sing. So all I can say to you is, "wow, jealous much?"
The next day, I remember looking him up on wikipedia, and there was already an article up about him. Birth date, full name, first song. Already. On the bus that morning, everyone had formed their own opinions of him. All of the guys were automatically disgusted. "You like Justin Bieber?" they would say. "Or should I say, Justine?" and the girls would respond with a "Wow, jealous much?"
Our thoughts and opinions of him grew as he did, until he was much more than a boy who sang like a girl- he was the target of gay jokes, he was an object to be picked on, he was a teen sensation. The girls still had Bieber Fever, the boys were still jealous.
He could sing, he could dance, and- my mom even agreed-he had a great stage presence. People hated on him, why? Because he was famous? Because he did, underneath all his mainstreamed persona, have talent? You never had to love him. I didn't even love him. He was just another singer. And he could sing. So all I can say to you is, "wow, jealous much?"
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
I can't write anymore....
I had a really good day... especially the time after gym. Which is weird, because gym is the last period of the day.... normally. Today it was second to last. I had a fun/productive tech class (SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT YOU, ADRI, WEREN'T THERE TO DISTRACT US. Love you anyway.) and then an awesome german where we learned about teh AUTOBAHN and also watched the Emperors New Groove in FRENCH because german's are cool like that. Ahem. Um, in Gym......... uh....... never mind. We talked about one of Starkid's productions. Not AVPM. Not AVPS. Not Little White Lie. The other one.... yeah. It was exciting. I greatly enjoyed trying to explain what it was about. Anyway. Then in earth science, we had fun because, well, astronomy is fun HYPOCRITE yes I am aware. Whatever. Earth Science is cool. Shut up. We are learning epic things, and people don't even use the word "epic" anymore so it must be pretty epic. Does that make sense? it does to me.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm so yeah. I hate how I can't write anything good anymore! I would like to tell you all to watch A Very Potter Musical on youtube, done by Starkid, and then watch A Very Potter Sequel, and then you are all allowed to talk to me again! Congratulations! No, but really, it's a very amazing thing and it's insanely creative and even GASP better than the books. Yes, I went there. I can't believe I haven't said anything about it yet on my blog.... well now I have, and now you all need to watch it. Also, watch all of Tobuscus's videos, because those are funny too. Especially the Literal Trailers. Especially the Harry Potter one. Noi'mnotobsessedshutup.
I wish I actually had something good to write about.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm so yeah. I hate how I can't write anything good anymore! I would like to tell you all to watch A Very Potter Musical on youtube, done by Starkid, and then watch A Very Potter Sequel, and then you are all allowed to talk to me again! Congratulations! No, but really, it's a very amazing thing and it's insanely creative and even GASP better than the books. Yes, I went there. I can't believe I haven't said anything about it yet on my blog.... well now I have, and now you all need to watch it. Also, watch all of Tobuscus's videos, because those are funny too. Especially the Literal Trailers. Especially the Harry Potter one. Noi'mnotobsessedshutup.
I wish I actually had something good to write about.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Rochester!!!!!..... no.
So yesterday I spent the entire day at my church, getting ready for a Silent Auction/Dinner. The entire day. And guess what I'm doing today?!?! Uh-huh, going to church. And guess what else!?!? Our church group is going on a FIELD TRIP. TO ROCHESTER. A CHURCH THERE. Most importantly, we won't get back until like 3. Another day wasted on religion. God. And I still have homework.
I've already been to this church, my dad made us go because it was designed by Kahn and is a very cool building. I'VE BEEN THERE ALREADY, I don't care about going to the service or anything.
Yep. Only upside is that I'm going with Maddie (V.) and she's also an AVPM freak, or was at some point, and we can listen to music in her mom's car.
You can only imagine how excited I am.
I've already been to this church, my dad made us go because it was designed by Kahn and is a very cool building. I'VE BEEN THERE ALREADY, I don't care about going to the service or anything.
Yep. Only upside is that I'm going with Maddie (V.) and she's also an AVPM freak, or was at some point, and we can listen to music in her mom's car.
You can only imagine how excited I am.
Friday, November 19, 2010
How did you do on your report card?
Awhile ago, I wrote this. I forgot if I had posted this up here yet or not, so I guess I'll just post it. Apparantly, I haven't been on my blog enough. Right.
And then time was up...
If you want to, answer the title in the comments!!!!
My dad enjoys painting me different colors…
I wake up in the morning and get ready for school. Walking down the old wood stairs, slightly creaking them, but in a friendly way, I go over the list in my head. Ever constant, ever changing. I mentally check off a few things in my head. Homework. Turn alarm clock on. Those were from last night. Eat breakfast. Check to make sure homework has, in fact, made it into my backpack.
“Control freak…” I can imagine them whispering. Then, “Oooh, you’re hearing voices…” then “Wow, you even make up problems for yourself…”
True, I know. True. The red ceiling above me bothers me because it clashes with the maroon walls. Obsessive compulsive. Control freak. My dad, the one who painted these walls, is the complete opposite. He, after all, painted these walls.
Blobs of goopy paint staring right at me- bubbles and faded areas all over.
Abstract, he calls it.
Ugly, I call it.
The kitchen is the same way, except light pink, with the same red ceiling. My dad is slouching on a chair, even though the whole point of chairs is so your spine can rest, not bend itself. I sit opposite him, and in fact oppositly- perfectly leaned back against the chair.
“Why are you up so early?” he asks me.
“School?” I say.
“Oh. Really?”
“Um… yeah?” I don’t know where he’s going with this.
“No, today’s a painting day.” He says this like it’s a known fact and not something he made up when I walked into the room.
“Oh…” he’s a painter, and he somehow makes a living painting our (completely empty) spare bedrooms different colors and sending the pictures to art magazines. My role in this is getting covered in paint and throwing myself at the walls in different poses.
A human stamp.
Completely unlike me, but I would do anything to keep my dad’s less than stable line of work…
And then time was up...
If you want to, answer the title in the comments!!!!
Monday, November 15, 2010
THE CRAZY FAIRY (TALE)
So, I know that I've shown you variations of this story about 3 times already, but I swear, this time is for real. This is the final, finished, beautiful version of the story I told Ally during Twelfth Night rehearsal one day. I really love the plot. It's pretty awesome. Please keep in mind, "Ally" is not pronounced like, Ally, it's pronounced "Al... lye." You know? Like how countries have allys? Just so you know. ENJOY!!! There are three parts, and it's kind of long (like 700 words? not that bad), but it's worth it! The ending is the best part!
The Crazy Fairy (Tale)
Fictional Narrative With Dialogue- English Portfolio
Once upon a time there were two red-headed princesses. Where ever they went people thougth they were sisters- which was reasonable, because they were!
One day they came across a Crazy Fairy in the woods.
“Wow, you guys look like sisters!” She said to them.
“That’s reasonable, because we are,” the taller sister said. “And we’ve never heard that before,” she added sarcastically.
“Okay,” the Crazy Fairy said. “Where are you going?”
“Um,” said the shorter sister. “Could you, before you start stalking us, like, tell us your name?”
“Oh, right, of course,” said the Crazy Fairy. “I’m your friend, Adriana.”
“How do you know you’re our friend?”
“I just am! I’m your friend, Adriana!”
“You just said that.” The taller princess said.
“Yeah, whatever. So where are you going?”
“We don’t really know yet, we were just roaming in the woods for no reason,” said the shorter princess. “Would you like to come with us?”
“Better than that, I have something to show you.”
And the Crazy Fairy, hereafter referred to as Adri, took both the red-headed princesses by the hands and broke into a run.
PART TWO
“Where are we?” said the taller princess, whose name was Olive.
“Yes, where in the world did you take us, Adriana?” asked the shorter sister, whose name was Ally, as in “associate,” or “person on your side.”
“I’ve told you a million times in the last five minutes already to call me Adri.” Adri said.
“Yes, but that’s kinda hard to do after you INTRODUCED YOURSELF AS ADRIANA. Because now I still think your name is Adriana.”
“Yes, that’s just what my name is. That’s not what I want people to call me. Call me Adri.”
“Olive! Adri! It doesn’t matter what you’re called. I have two important questions for you. One- Adri, where are we? Two- Adri, why are the leaves PURPLE?” Ally wanted to know.
That was a good question. The three girls stopped for a second and looked around at the woods surrounding them. Each tree had purple leaves, and the bark was a dark shade of green normally reserved for normal tree’s leaves.
Adri shrugged. “They must’ve redecorated,” she said, turning to the tallest tree. “And they’ve changed their door too. It’s up there.”
“You mean, we have to climb up that tree?” said Ally and Olive, who were both kind of princesses like that.
“No, of course not! Seriously? We’re flying!” Adri sounded surprised they didn’t know that. “there’s this wind current elevator thing that should be places about….” She took a step back. “…here.” Suddenly, she was gone- shot up into the sky.
The two sisters hesitated, then stepped forward onto the patch of grass previously occupied by Adri, the Crazy Fairy.
PART THREE
The wind carried Adri, Ally, and Olive up to the Fairy Kingdom. There, everything was purple and dark green, except for the people. When they got to the Fairy Kingdom, Ally and Olive were so impressed that they couldn’t talk for five minutes, and then couldn’t stop laughing because of how surprised they were for ten. Fifteen minutes into their visit, however, a giant purple and green dragon appeared before them! Before the dragon could even introduce himself as Viktor/Malama, another Crazy Fairy popped out of nowhere and slew the dragon with his Fairy Powers. Sir Andrew Agueface then turned to Adri, Ally, and Olive and bowed.
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, young ladies! I am Sir Andrew Agueface.”
Adri was so mad at him she had to yell. “OH, MY GOD, ANDREW!” She screamed. “KILLING A DRAGON ISN’T COOL! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT DRAGONS ARE NICE HERE! YOU ARE SO STUPID!”
“What!?” said Ally. “You mean, we could’ve been FRIENDS with that dragon?”
“I’ve always wanted a dragon for a friend, GOD Sir Andrew Aguecheek,” said Olive, who rationalized that since Adri had yelled at him, she could too.
“It’s Agueface…” said Andrew dejectedly.
“Andrew, actually, it is “cheek.” How is it even POSSIBLE to forget your own NAME?” Said Adri, though she didn’t sound that surprised that Andrew had done it.
The three girls turned on their heels and, leaving the confused, miserable, dragon-murdering man behind them, walked off to explore the rest of the Fairy Kingdom.
THE END
Opinions? I'm using this for my portfolio this year, so anyone wanna help edit? Comment suggestions and responses and problems.
The Crazy Fairy (Tale)
Fictional Narrative With Dialogue- English Portfolio
Once upon a time there were two red-headed princesses. Where ever they went people thougth they were sisters- which was reasonable, because they were!
One day they came across a Crazy Fairy in the woods.
“Wow, you guys look like sisters!” She said to them.
“That’s reasonable, because we are,” the taller sister said. “And we’ve never heard that before,” she added sarcastically.
“Okay,” the Crazy Fairy said. “Where are you going?”
“Um,” said the shorter sister. “Could you, before you start stalking us, like, tell us your name?”
“Oh, right, of course,” said the Crazy Fairy. “I’m your friend, Adriana.”
“How do you know you’re our friend?”
“I just am! I’m your friend, Adriana!”
“You just said that.” The taller princess said.
“Yeah, whatever. So where are you going?”
“We don’t really know yet, we were just roaming in the woods for no reason,” said the shorter princess. “Would you like to come with us?”
“Better than that, I have something to show you.”
And the Crazy Fairy, hereafter referred to as Adri, took both the red-headed princesses by the hands and broke into a run.
PART TWO
“Where are we?” said the taller princess, whose name was Olive.
“Yes, where in the world did you take us, Adriana?” asked the shorter sister, whose name was Ally, as in “associate,” or “person on your side.”
“I’ve told you a million times in the last five minutes already to call me Adri.” Adri said.
“Yes, but that’s kinda hard to do after you INTRODUCED YOURSELF AS ADRIANA. Because now I still think your name is Adriana.”
“Yes, that’s just what my name is. That’s not what I want people to call me. Call me Adri.”
“Olive! Adri! It doesn’t matter what you’re called. I have two important questions for you. One- Adri, where are we? Two- Adri, why are the leaves PURPLE?” Ally wanted to know.
That was a good question. The three girls stopped for a second and looked around at the woods surrounding them. Each tree had purple leaves, and the bark was a dark shade of green normally reserved for normal tree’s leaves.
Adri shrugged. “They must’ve redecorated,” she said, turning to the tallest tree. “And they’ve changed their door too. It’s up there.”
“You mean, we have to climb up that tree?” said Ally and Olive, who were both kind of princesses like that.
“No, of course not! Seriously? We’re flying!” Adri sounded surprised they didn’t know that. “there’s this wind current elevator thing that should be places about….” She took a step back. “…here.” Suddenly, she was gone- shot up into the sky.
The two sisters hesitated, then stepped forward onto the patch of grass previously occupied by Adri, the Crazy Fairy.
PART THREE
The wind carried Adri, Ally, and Olive up to the Fairy Kingdom. There, everything was purple and dark green, except for the people. When they got to the Fairy Kingdom, Ally and Olive were so impressed that they couldn’t talk for five minutes, and then couldn’t stop laughing because of how surprised they were for ten. Fifteen minutes into their visit, however, a giant purple and green dragon appeared before them! Before the dragon could even introduce himself as Viktor/Malama, another Crazy Fairy popped out of nowhere and slew the dragon with his Fairy Powers. Sir Andrew Agueface then turned to Adri, Ally, and Olive and bowed.
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, young ladies! I am Sir Andrew Agueface.”
Adri was so mad at him she had to yell. “OH, MY GOD, ANDREW!” She screamed. “KILLING A DRAGON ISN’T COOL! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT DRAGONS ARE NICE HERE! YOU ARE SO STUPID!”
“What!?” said Ally. “You mean, we could’ve been FRIENDS with that dragon?”
“I’ve always wanted a dragon for a friend, GOD Sir Andrew Aguecheek,” said Olive, who rationalized that since Adri had yelled at him, she could too.
“It’s Agueface…” said Andrew dejectedly.
“Andrew, actually, it is “cheek.” How is it even POSSIBLE to forget your own NAME?” Said Adri, though she didn’t sound that surprised that Andrew had done it.
The three girls turned on their heels and, leaving the confused, miserable, dragon-murdering man behind them, walked off to explore the rest of the Fairy Kingdom.
THE END
Opinions? I'm using this for my portfolio this year, so anyone wanna help edit? Comment suggestions and responses and problems.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Love my new background, won't you?
I especially like the way it looks when I set the image to "scroll with page" because then it gives you this major headache and is an insane optical illusion. I didn't want to make anyone puke/die though, so I didn't make it scroll with the page. I'm a considerate person.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Yes.
I finally know what you mean when you say:
"I want something to happen.
"I want an argument.
"I want a confrontation."
Because I have the responses.
I have the reply.
And I even have the reason.
"I want something to happen.
"I want an argument.
"I want a confrontation."
Because I have the responses.
I have the reply.
And I even have the reason.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
New Challenge!
Kinda.
So, I know you all read my Authors of the Moment because you all care that much. So since you already know what this is about I don't even have to explain that I'm giving out candy to whoever reads a book. Reading a book isn't that hard, you know.
NOT JUST ANY BOOK can be read to get a piece of halloween candy. Chose from the below list. The further down the list you go, the more chance you will have of choosing your own candy.
People who already get candy: Jacob L. and Esther. Oh, i forgot Before I Fall!!! (lauren oliver) Thank god for ally mirin. For giving me the books Hitchhikers Guide and Jane Eyre, repsectively. If you've read any of these books, send me an email. Hopefully you know it, or you shouldn't be at my blog. Email me the list of books you've read, and you have until... thanksgiving? after break? To do this. If you've already read some of them, they count also- but you need to make a note of how many you actually took the effort to get out after reading this. (sophie I hope I answered your comment.) Stephanie, I'm not going to shame you.... as long as you still want to read it! Please note, I have SOME of these books to lend out also. Not many, but some. Hardly. Only 12 Reasons and City of Glass and Peeps. So you could borrow those. But all of these books are definitely at the TCPL and if they aren't (you know, because y'all are gonna be fighting over then and the demand'll be too high) I think DeWitt's library has them too. Feel free to include books that you know I've read (and loved), and come seeking candy for reading them!
So, I know you all read my Authors of the Moment because you all care that much. So since you already know what this is about I don't even have to explain that I'm giving out candy to whoever reads a book. Reading a book isn't that hard, you know.
NOT JUST ANY BOOK can be read to get a piece of halloween candy. Chose from the below list. The further down the list you go, the more chance you will have of choosing your own candy.
- 13 Reasons Why- (Jay Asher) If you haven't read that yet, you don't deserve candy, I'm sorry. Same with The Book Thief.
- Queen of Babble, Queen of Babble in the Big City, Queen of Babble GETS HITCHED- (Meg Cabot) I've already told you all NOT to read those, but if you must...
- The Secret Life of Prince Charming- (Deb Caletti) I'm sorry, Anna, but Deb Caletti is sooooo good she's better than Sarah Dessen. This one is my favorite from her, though The Life and Fortunes of Indigo Skye comes pretty close. Read either, I guess.
- Pants on Fire- (Meg Cabot) Um.... in the "Liar Liar," kind of way, just so you know. Very good book. Meg Cabot is sooo good at talkinggggg.
- City of Bones/Ash/Glass- (Cassandra Clare) I really enjoyed the last one, City of Glass, because I correctly guessed the plot, and it all happened the way I wanted it to go! It's also a good series.
- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy- (Douglas Adams) Finally, a book both guys and girls can read! (if you are a guy, and read any of the other above, you will not get candy, I will just make fun of you. Sorry again) This series is a collection of random moments, intense situations, hilarious adventures, and sarcastic comments made by deppresed robots, the last man on earth, the last woman on earht (neither of whom actually on earth) a friend of the last man on (of) earth who happens to be an alien/researcher for a book, and the president of the galaxy. READ. how can that description NOT make you!?!?!
- Jane Eyre- (Charlotte Bronte) possibly the first feministic book ever written, and yet with a very unfeministic ending. It's really good, an exciting, and intersting, and funny too. Like I've said to I'm sure everyone at some point, I don't normally like books that are very old fashioned inctheor writing style (just too many WORRDS) but this one isn't like that. It's very good.
- [Sci-fi]- this includes but isn't limited to (talk to me) 1984, Farenheit 451, Ender's Game, Dune (though I haven't even finished that one, so no worries) or other books that I can't think of right now.
- [Anything by Scott Westerfeld, prefferably Peeps.]- Peeps is the best book ever, maybe even my favorite of all time (after an epic battle with The Book Thief, it won.) and you should totally share the awesome.
- Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist- (Rachel Cohn and David Levithan) Okay this is an awesome awesome book. (more details in author of the moment) it's a really awesome story with really great characters told from two very different viewpoints. I will give you ANYTHING to read this book.
People who already get candy: Jacob L. and Esther. Oh, i forgot Before I Fall!!! (lauren oliver) Thank god for ally mirin. For giving me the books Hitchhikers Guide and Jane Eyre, repsectively. If you've read any of these books, send me an email. Hopefully you know it, or you shouldn't be at my blog. Email me the list of books you've read, and you have until... thanksgiving? after break? To do this. If you've already read some of them, they count also- but you need to make a note of how many you actually took the effort to get out after reading this. (sophie I hope I answered your comment.) Stephanie, I'm not going to shame you.... as long as you still want to read it! Please note, I have SOME of these books to lend out also. Not many, but some. Hardly. Only 12 Reasons and City of Glass and Peeps. So you could borrow those. But all of these books are definitely at the TCPL and if they aren't (you know, because y'all are gonna be fighting over then and the demand'll be too high) I think DeWitt's library has them too. Feel free to include books that you know I've read (and loved), and come seeking candy for reading them!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Livvygoesdeep (a strain of livvylogic)
Ok so...... Polygamy. What are your views? Because I used to have like no opinion, whatever, as long as they're happy, right? kind of thoughts. But I read this book (what else is new) and it just really creeped me out, I'm sorry. I don't even know what religion it is?
And honestly, Im sure that there are families with more than one mother who are all happy and fine, but god, this book was more than a little bit scary. It was called The Chosen One and yeah.... She was (almost) forced to marry her uncle who's like 50 years older than her. And she has no say in it. "I saw it in a vision from God," Prophet Childs says, but, um, so? You are forcing this girl to marry her blood relative who is 50 years older thanher, and beating the crap out of her when she doesnt obey. And she thinks she's being punished or something because she reads books from the traveling library, and likes this boy in her compound and wishes she could choose something for herself. Don't worry she doesn't believe she deserves that punishment for long... And I will never ever ever ever put up with anyone who believes that woman was put on this earth for man. Eeeeeeeewwwwwwwww no. Thank you.
Opinions? Thoughts? Read the book, maybe? (future or past tense)
It's an interesting thing to think about... Where religion should just stop. Where it starts to become ... Not ridiculous, but I guess just really constraining and honestly sexist.
And really I'm sorry if any of this offended any of you, I'm not super religious in a theistic (is that a word?)way, and generally consider myself very open to religion. So yeah, I don't mean any harm.
And honestly, Im sure that there are families with more than one mother who are all happy and fine, but god, this book was more than a little bit scary. It was called The Chosen One and yeah.... She was (almost) forced to marry her uncle who's like 50 years older than her. And she has no say in it. "I saw it in a vision from God," Prophet Childs says, but, um, so? You are forcing this girl to marry her blood relative who is 50 years older thanher, and beating the crap out of her when she doesnt obey. And she thinks she's being punished or something because she reads books from the traveling library, and likes this boy in her compound and wishes she could choose something for herself. Don't worry she doesn't believe she deserves that punishment for long... And I will never ever ever ever put up with anyone who believes that woman was put on this earth for man. Eeeeeeeewwwwwwwww no. Thank you.
Opinions? Thoughts? Read the book, maybe? (future or past tense)
It's an interesting thing to think about... Where religion should just stop. Where it starts to become ... Not ridiculous, but I guess just really constraining and honestly sexist.
And really I'm sorry if any of this offended any of you, I'm not super religious in a theistic (is that a word?)way, and generally consider myself very open to religion. So yeah, I don't mean any harm.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Finally, Finally
Hey guys, I finally got around to taking some pictures of my sister's christmas and birthday presents. It took so long because, as I'm sure you've hear me say before, the only camera in the entire house is my dad's phone.This dress is ALL HELD TOGETHER BY ONE BUTTON IN THE FRONT. It's only one piece. And it was just this awesome series of mistakes that ended up looking really cool.
Yes, I know, the sleve isn't finished. Don't yell at me, seriously. Keep in mind that this is birthday, and her birthday isn't until January. So yeah. I really like that jacket, but the skirt is a little big I need to take it in a bit. I like the stripes though.
Enter: Christmas. I decided to have a Harry potter theme because my sister's obsessed.
So I made a Gryffindor Robe, a wand, and A BOOK. Very very proud of my book:
I love it so much. Anyway, I've spent so long formatting these pictures into this post and it's gonna end up looking like crap anyway, because the editing window is a different size than the actual post size. I could always change the post size, but really, who does that?
Do you like my Christamas and Birthday presents? please note that I haven't gone crazy, and the doll is not my sister Emma. That is her American Girl Doll, or as she and her friends call it, their 'Mericans. Her name is Elizabeth. And all Emma's been wanting for Christmas this year, and all I would ever get her really, because it's so much fun, is American Girl Doll clothes. I hope she likes them!
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Don't you just love The New Yorker?
Don’t Be Evil
by Simon Rich
My favorite Google feature is Google Dictionary. Whenever I need a word defined, I just type it into the search box and the meaning pops right up. It’s really convenient, but sometimes the definitions can be strange. For example, here are some words I looked up recently on Google Dictionary.
Yahoo: A stupid Web site for stupid people who only want crap.
Ask: A crap site for idiots.
Bing: Just a bunch of crap.
Monopoly: A term that idiots like to throw around to sound smart at parties, but really they don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.
Information: A thing that Google makes instantly accessible to anyone for free. And that makes them the enemy? Explain that logic to me.
Charity: A thing that Google gives to.
Environment: A thing that Google gives to.
Barack Obama: A cool guy who uses Google.
Lady Gaga: A cool lady who uses Google.
Privacy: An overrated thing that people should maybe chill out about.
Relax: A thing that some people should learn how to do, especially journalists.
Victim: A nice company that gets attacked all the time for no reason.
Jesus Christ: A guy who made people’s lives much easier and then was crucified. Sound familiar?
Books: Something people can read online for free now.
Thank You: A thing it wouldn’t kill people to say.
Computer: A thing for using Google. ♦
by Simon Rich
My favorite Google feature is Google Dictionary. Whenever I need a word defined, I just type it into the search box and the meaning pops right up. It’s really convenient, but sometimes the definitions can be strange. For example, here are some words I looked up recently on Google Dictionary.
Yahoo: A stupid Web site for stupid people who only want crap.
Ask: A crap site for idiots.
Bing: Just a bunch of crap.
Monopoly: A term that idiots like to throw around to sound smart at parties, but really they don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.
Information: A thing that Google makes instantly accessible to anyone for free. And that makes them the enemy? Explain that logic to me.
Charity: A thing that Google gives to.
Environment: A thing that Google gives to.
Barack Obama: A cool guy who uses Google.
Lady Gaga: A cool lady who uses Google.
Privacy: An overrated thing that people should maybe chill out about.
Relax: A thing that some people should learn how to do, especially journalists.
Victim: A nice company that gets attacked all the time for no reason.
Jesus Christ: A guy who made people’s lives much easier and then was crucified. Sound familiar?
Books: Something people can read online for free now.
Thank You: A thing it wouldn’t kill people to say.
Computer: A thing for using Google. ♦
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Limitations of the Internet
It's sad how blogger can only go so far. There are things i wish I could post up here. Things I need to get out in the world. People need to know some things.
Did you know I'm on the verge of a panic attack like every 30 seconds now? While doing homework. Now, thinking about.... this... I don't know.
I do this weird, almost crying without the tears- you know, the like.... heaving? It's honestly kind of scary. On the verge of tears.
There are things I wish I could say, dude.
I just want to scream. And start an argument and win. And not cry, like I'm about to do now. This is a horrible feeling. Pissed off/ mad/ tired/ exhausted/ angry/ sad/ overloaded/ over scheduled.
Please just listen to me and stop because I can't afford to be stressed out about people who know better than that. And I'm crazy stressed. *almostcry* crap.
Did you know I'm on the verge of a panic attack like every 30 seconds now? While doing homework. Now, thinking about.... this... I don't know.
I do this weird, almost crying without the tears- you know, the like.... heaving? It's honestly kind of scary. On the verge of tears.
There are things I wish I could say, dude.
I just want to scream. And start an argument and win. And not cry, like I'm about to do now. This is a horrible feeling. Pissed off/ mad/ tired/ exhausted/ angry/ sad/ overloaded/ over scheduled.
Please just listen to me and stop because I can't afford to be stressed out about people who know better than that. And I'm crazy stressed. *almostcry* crap.
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