13: 50 Ways to Fail Your Paper

A parody of the lyrics from Train’s “50 Ways to Say Goodbye“, written by me and OruHime. ^_^ (And the rhythm doesn’t fit the song, which really bothers my brain, but we’re so amazing it doesn’t matter. 😛 [OruHime’s words, not mine! XD])

My brain is paralyzed
My hand turned oversized
I’ll take the high road like I should
You said it’ll never be
That it’s not you it’s me
I’m not giving it to you for your own good

That’s cool but if my teacher asks me where my paper is I’m gonna say

It was blown up by the Death Star
Made into shoes by Moriarty
Soniced by a madman in a box
Help me, help me, I’m no good at deadlines!
Beamed down to a hostile planet
Zapped by Zeus
The mindmeld backfired on the Vulcan
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say my paper died

My pride still feels the sting
I needed everything
Some day I’ll write a paper good enough (good enough)
She’ll think I’m Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Not Sir Boast-a-lot
How could you leave the night before?

That’s cool but if my teacher asks me where my paper is I’m gonna say

It was parked on by the Enterprise
Eaten by Echidna
Flambeed by a dragon
Help me, help me, I’m no good at deadlines!
Stabbed by a hobbit wielding Sting
Spontaneously combusted when Jeremy Irons sang at it
Run over by Death’s chariot
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say my brain died

I wanna write a thousand lines for you
I wanna write the one you’re dying to read
But you don’t want to

That’s cool but if my teacher asks me where my paper is I’m gonna say
That’s cool but if my teacher asks me where my paper is I’m gonna say

It was blown up by the Death Star
Made into shoes by Moriarty
Soniced by a madman in a box
Help me, help me, I’m no good at deadlines!
Beamed down to a hostile planet
Zapped by Zeus
The mindmeld backfired on the Vulcan
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say my paper died

It was parked on by the Enterprise
Eaten by Echidna
Flambeed by a dragon
Help me, help me, I’m no good at deadlines!
Stabbed by a hobbit wielding Sting
Spontaneously combusted when Jeremy Irons sang at it
Run over by Death’s chariot
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say my brain died

 

<– Basically our brains while writing this. It was so much fun. (image from http://shigeako.tumblr.com/) Yep, so us…

3: Storytelling

What kind of stories do you tell?

Come to think of it, what kind of stories do I tell?

Well I know that one story I’ve had to tell many (at least several) times is the story of how I started playing guitar. My maternal grandmother started guitar lessons when I was four years old, and I would always sit on on the lessons. When she had to go away for a month, she asked the guitar teacher if I could take her lessons for her. After some hesitancy on the part of the teacher, she agreed, and upon my grandma’s return she declared that I was already better than her. Thanks to the unfailing patience and love (and annoyingness upon occasion, but she’ll agree with me) of my mom over the years, I’ve never stopped playing. That’s one story that I tell people I don’t know very well. There are very few stories like that that I tell (or very few that I can think of at any rate), but this one I have told many times. Probably because practically the only times I ever meet people I don’t know are when I’m attending some sort of music event.

A funny story I tell about my family in general is one about my maternal grandfather, who I never met, but my mom has told me this story and it’s become one of my favorites. My grandparents had a business where they would help people on St. Thomas with computer difficulties. From what I’ve been told, my grandfather was sort of a genius with computers. One night they got a call from a customer very late at night, and the phone call woke up my grandma but not my grandfather. When she heard the question, she went to ask my grandfather, and he gave her the correct answer, which she then relayed to the customer on the phone. The next morning, my grandmother made some reference to the call they had had during the night, and my grandfather had no memory at all of the question.

So these are the two stories I think of when my teacher asked “what stories do you tell about your family?” Most stories I tell, I think, have to do with things I did in the recent past or things I read or saw, which I suppose is typical of stories people tell. These two, though, are two that I know I’ve told multiple times to people I meet, and now I’ve told them to you.

So with that, what kind of stories do you tell?

The Bookworm Re-Emerges

Although, bookworms eat books, so if a bookworm has re-appeared, is it really re-emerging or re-entering?

Anyway.

This is just a quick note to say that though in the fall I succumbed to schoolwork and the beautiful dangers of the BBC on Netflix, over Christmas my ever-hungry bookworm reemerged in full force. At my best guess, I acquired 16 books over the Christmas holidays. So, yeah… John LeCarre (accent on the “e”) is absolutely brilliant, Lois Lowry is such a powerful writer, and I’m seriously addicted to book series. XD So read on dearies, and I shall update you next either with the latest in my book addictions or with a post for Honors English. Most likely the latter, actually. Cheers! 😀

2: New York

New York City. Just those words send images of flashing lights, neon signs, and people always on the go, day and night. But that’s just what popular culture thinks of when they say “New York” in passing. What do I really know about it? If I’m honest with myself, I don’t know how much I know, but I don’t think it’s a whole lot.

I watched most of a documentary on PBS about the building of the 9/11 memorial. It’s breathtaking, and the thought that went into it is amazing, but I’ve never really seen a proper picture of it, and I’ve forgotten most of the documentary. I know the New York Yankees and the Mets are based in New York City, but really I only know that because my dad’s family is from Boston and there’s some age-old rivalry between the Red Sox and the Yankees. One of my absolute favorite book series (technically 3 series) is set in New York – Long Island, Manhattan, Brooklyn – but they travel all over the U.S. so I don’t know much of the New York area.

“Give general impressions of what you know about New York City.” That was general, wasn’t it? XD I think I am supposed to give general impressions of a specific thing I know about New York City… What specific things do I know about New York City? (If you’ve read any other posts on this blog, you can probably tell that I ramble and am very indecisive. I apologize. But that’s how I write. XD It even annoys me sometimes…) I know that one of the things I most definitely want to do when I go to New York is to ride the subway. I actually quite like subways. I also definitely want to see Broadway (even if I don’t go to a show) and I want to see Times Square, and the 9/11 memorial, and the Empire State Building. I’ve gone past the Empire State Building in a train… (In the book I love that’s set in New York, he turns the top of the Empire State Building blue. I wonder if I can… :P) So I guess that’s my general impression of New York City. Very, very general. Also, I’m supposed to include an image… Um…

  So why not the Empire State Building, as I was just talking about it. 😀 This is very much definitely something I will make a point of seeing when I visit New York. And hopefully my post about visiting there won’t be quite as…vague…

Read on!

 

(This picture is not mine; it is from a website about holiday traveling. Google Images for the win! XD)

Spring (Well, technically still Winter, but close enough for me)

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s been a while. Goodness how much has happened. Christmas, a New Year, the end of the world that was never going to happen anyways… Now it’s the first day of a new school year and I realized I haven’t posted a single word on here since that last day when I was dying of sleep deprivation and my explosions of color. XD Still as verbose as ever, even though it’s a new year. P’raps that should’ve been my New Year’s resolution…

So here I am, five new brilliant classes that I’m taking, and hopefully a ton more posting. I’ve been writing a lot over the holidays (almost entirely fanfictions about the BBC Sherlock TV show…bit obsessed), but I haven’t been blogging. I’m sorry!! Life caught up and the internet suffered. XD But I’m back in full flow now, and hopefully my posts won’t just be twice-a-week-this-is-an-assignment-personality-showing-very-little-through-the-assigned-topic posts, and they’ll be a mixture of those and actual posts about interesting things I’ve read, seen, done, or listened to. But I soliloquize and wax too eloquent, so I shall stop for now and post my 2 required things before I run off to classes and books. Til then, dears, read onward! (And do comment if you laughed or if I wrote something wrong. Ta! 8D) <3

Honors English Final Project Part 3

Four o’clock in the morning.

December 6th, 2012.

FINALLY DONE.

Okaaaaaaaaaaaay Imma just go to bed now. Argh. NEVER procrastinating again. Hopefully. That was a bad experience. But a good learning experience. See, I cannae even talk in complete sentences now, or at least not ones that make sense. Argh. I shall not have spelling errors. No I shall not. I almost just made one. Argh. A lot of “Argh”s in this post, don’t you think? Ah well. It’s late. Or is it early? I just don’t know any more. But seriously. Argh.

I’m not even sure if I can get this post to be the required 200 words. I think I’m too tired to function now. Too bad I still have to post a digital form of my final project. It shall be coming soon. Keep an eye on my Honors English I page. It’ll be there eventually. I can’t believe I’m actually going to have to do things and talk to people today. Yikes. Should be entertaining. Hopefully this “all-nighter” will have cured my cold. Hah. That’s not how things work, is it? Oh well. It sounded good, in my head at least.

AHAH! ALMOST 200 WORDS! YES! I CAN GO TO BED!! After I post pics/a digital version…

Enjoy reading my slightly sleep-crazed book! (if you can read it in the pics, which you should be able to do)

Welcome to college!

Read on, once you’re awake enough… *snores*

Do Not Research This Book

Okay, sorry, I had to start that way. That’s what my English teacher said immediately after handing us copies of a chapter from a book that she would not tell us the name of. She didn’t even tell us the name of the author! No idea why, but I’m hoping she’ll tell us more next class period. “Do not look up this book!” she said. “Don’t even try to find it on Google!” Why? No idea. However, I shall continue on with my post about this most mysterious chapter anyhow. And so.

The chapter, “I Had a Dream,” starts off with the author arriving in Montgomery, Alabama. He says that he sees a sign as he enters Montgomery, which, having lived here for half my life, surprised me as I have never seen it. Then again, this book was written in the 1990’s, and I didn’t move to Montgomery until 2005. The first place he visits is the Capitol building on Goat Hill (a name which has always cracked me up) and he joins a school tour of homeschoolers (woot woot!) who are touring the Capitol building. Did you know I’ve never toured the Capitol? That’s rather sad… Anyways. He makes an interesting observation that the tour guide is black, but all the governors and all of the tour group are white. I’m only about three pages in, and already I can tell it’s going to be an interesting perspective on race in the South. He also mentions quite a lot about the Civil War and the Confederacy (something I’ve always known was in Alabama, and have tried assiduously to avoid) and the Civil Rights movement (something I’m the tiniest bit more interested in), and I was immediately interested to hear what he had to say. I may not like all the violence associated with Alabama in general and Montgomery in particular, but I’m curious to know what other people think about it. The homeschoolers he spoke to (actually the homeschool parents) seemed to be skimming over the issues of slavery and what the Civil War was actually fought over, but later on in the chapter he brings up things other people say pointing to an idea that no one really knows what the Civil War was fought over, or at least, everyone disagrees for the most part.

After his brief stint admiring the fact that monuments recognizing white people adjoin equally large (or small) monuments recognizing black people all over Montgomery, he takes a trip to Selma. Here I learned something new: the Selma to Montgomery march was not completely peaceful. Police were actually very cruel to the marchers at the Selma bridge, and undoubtedly killed quite a few of them, though the author never explicitly said so. Somehow I had always been under the impression that the march was, if not entirely peaceful, more peaceful than his and others’ descriptions of “Bloody Sunday”. The author visited a school here (I suppose his book is about his travels to see what school-children learn about the Civil War and the Civil Rights movement) to see and hear what they were learning and what they thought about the Civil War and Civil Rights. He made some visits to the local memorials and museums also, and spoke to residents of Selma, the curators (I believe?) of the museums, and even the mayor of Selma, who had been mayor on Bloody Sunday. The people he spoke to – the mayor, the people at the museums, and the teachers and school-children – all seemed nice enough until he brought up race and the Civil War and Civil Rights. Then they all seemed to be somewhat racist against whatever race it was they were not. Perhaps “somewhat racist” is too mild a term, but I am not entirely sure what the correct one would be. Perhaps if you read that chapter, you could tell me. Of course, I have no idea how you’d find the chapter, seeing as how I have no idea what the book is called…

The author’s final visit was to Greenville, Alabama, where he visited a school that was integrated, but where the students segregated themselves by force of habit and not by conscious decision or by enforced rules. At that school, the teacher didn’t even teach the Civil War, because at that time Alabama didn’t require history teachers to teach American history before 1877. Makes it quite simple to skip over the nasty parts, wouldn’t you agree?

I have no idea what the author (whatever his name may be) got or hoped to get out of his visit, as I have no way of reading the rest of the book, but I can tell that this chapter is a good preview of what I and my Honors English class will be doing the rest of the year. I still don’t like what happened during the Civil War, and some parts of the Civil Rights movement are still too sad and bloody for me to enjoy, but reading this chapter has made me quite curious to go and explore the monuments, memorials, and museums in both Montgomery and Selma. It rather irks me that I’ve lived in Montgomery half my life, and I had never heard of a big black wall covered in names from the Selma-Montgomery march that apparently resides somewhere in downtown Montgomery. Sheltered, much? I hope you find my explorations of memorials as exciting as I hope I will. And in the meantime, don’t research this book. My English teacher will be very upset if you do.

Read on, dear fellows, read on! (Just… not this book, okay? 🙂

Halloa!!

Greetings sirs and madams!

I realize my blog has been, well, rather boring of late. I do sincerely apologize. My life has been equally as boring as my blog: that is, it has been full of schoolwork. (My life is never boring while I have my brain [and Netflix], but still. It sounded good.) I have been reading some, though less than I would like, and I have certainly been watching BBC shows on Netflix in my small amounts of spare time, and I have been playing music, though less than I should, but I regret that I haven’t had the time to write about all these wonderful things. (And yes, that was a run-on sentence with way too many comma splices. That’s how I think. I’m sorry.) I shall try to be better about being more interesting, I promise. The semester is nigh on being finished, so hopefully I shall have more time to write. Until then, my lovelies, read on!

(Oh, that’s rather good…I quite like that. Perhaps I’ll make that my new catchphrase at the end of blog posts. Hmm…Opinions?)

{Read on!}

Examining “Trash”

Might I just say: I really really really really really love this episode. It pretty much doesn’t make any sense if you haven’t seen “Our Mrs. Reynolds”, but if you have, then it is BRILLIANT. It is really good. I’m not exaggerating. Much.

So, with that preface, I should say that in this episode we meet Saffron again. Only this time, she’s introduced as Bridget. Huh? Yeah, you heard me right: Bridget. And she’s married to one of Mal’s old war buddies. Awkward much? So yes, it turns out that Saffron/Bridget has married multiple men. Hmm…

So, as you could probably guess from my previous paragraph, deception and double-crossing is a major theme of this episode. The most obvious example, and the one that will almost definitely take up the whole of this post, is Bridget/Saffron’s deception of Mal and all the other men she’s married. The adventure the crew of Serenity undertakes in this episode is a scheme of Saffron’s to steal a very valuable gun from a former husband of hers. Somehow she obtained all the plans, blueprints, and security codes for the house, and found out the victim’s (horrible word, sorry) schedule for the next 18 months. No one bothers to ask how, but it turns out that she had some sort of relat

Examining “Safe” and “Our Mrs. Reynolds”

I shall begin with the Firefly episode “Safe” for two reasons: 1) it’s been a while since I saw it, and therefore I’m not entirely sure what to talk about, and 2) I greatly prefer the episode “Our Mrs. Reynolds”, so I want to be done with “Safe” quickly. XD Although they’re both pretty amazing episodes. Obviously, as with all Firefly episodes, I highly recommend them.

In the episode “Safe”, the Serenity and, obviously, crew, land(s) on a backwoods Old West/medieval style planet. I say Old West because it has a very frontier-town feel to it, and also because the whole series is a “space-western,” so of course they try to add as many Wild West aspects as possible to it. I say medieval because River finds a festival and proceeds to join in their maypole/Celtic dancing. She learns the steps eerily quickly, and then throws herself into the dancing with all the abandon of a small child. She and Simon are then kidnapped by the villagers who need a doctor, and he does in fact help some of then, but then River uses her “powers”, and the villagers proceed to label her a witch and attempt to burn her at the stake. I won’t tell you what happens next, but considering the fact that they are in every episode for the rest of the series, it’s rather obvious that they survive.

The second episode, “Our Mrs. Reynolds,” is, in my opinion, one of the more brilliant of the episodes in the series. In it, Mal accidentally gets married to a local girl on the planet they were visiting, and then tries to get her off the ship, but they are already too far gone. The girl, Saffron, is very naive and scared, and has many antiquated ideas about what a wife should do for her husband. The crew takes pity on her, and they decide to take her to a planet where she can get a career for herself. It turns out, though, that Saffron is actually trained as a companion like Inara, and she sabotages the ship, sends it hurtling towards some underhanded ship dealers, incapacitates Wash, Mal, and, indirectly, Inara, and flies off into the nonexistent sunset (no sunsets in space, remember? But if she’d been on a planet, there almost definitely would’ve been a sunset). Luckily, though, everyone comes to and realizes what has happened in time to rescue the Serenity from an ignominious defeat in a scrap heap and they fly off to confront Saffron.

So hopefully this summary has piqued your interest enough that you will now go off and watch these episodes, and delight in the comedy, sniff at the tragedy, and gasp at the partially scary parts (though none are half as scary as “War Stories”). And please do comment: I’d love to improve my writing. See you around soon! Watch more Firefly!!