I have a bump on the back of my head, and I have no clue how it got there.
I first noticed it yesterday morning when I was brushing my hair. The brush brushed over it, and it HURT, badly. Dx
But, I guess enough about that. Moving on. Et cetera.
Hmm, what else can I talk about? Well, there's plenty to complain about, but I blame that on my tiredness and lack of working as hard as I could have yesterday. I'mma have to make up for it today, because I'll be busy tomorrow.
I'll have to find a nice corner or something, curl up with some textbooks, and set to work. Maybe bring my laptop too, maybe not. My laptop is distracting, but it's necessary for so much.
Like my first blog post that's due Sunday. I'm going to severely edit the one I typed up yesterday. For starters, I have to find a good lead-in. Then I'll be altering the rest of the post accordingly.
Would you like the link to my homework blog? It'd be nice if you were interested, because I have a minimum number of views I'll be shooting for this semester.
Wow, I have no clue what I'm going to title this post. I'm just basically rambling. I need to find a theme to blog about again, or this rambling about nothing is going to get old fast. o_O
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Scientist or Stalker?
Tonight, I'm going to turn into a stalker.
Like, seriously, I'm going to go out into public and watch strangers to see what they do.
If it makes you feel better, it's part of a class assignment. I'm going to be playing the role of a scientist gathering data, observing the customs of humans I don't know.
It sure doesn't make me feel better.
Whatever people I end up watching are bound to notice me staring. In which case, I'll explain myself. But that still doesn't make things easier. If they consent to me continuing to watch them, it'll mess up the whole "no contact" thing our teacher wants. If they say "no, go away, you're creepy," I'll have to start the process all over again with other people. And then the risks are exactly the same.
I have no intentions of becoming a scientist. But if by some miracle it does happen, I dearly hope my job won't involve "discreetly and objectively observing a certain population of people." For one thing, it's creepy. For another, it's rude.
Anyways. Tonight, it'll happen. Whether I want it to or not. Because I am not getting a zero. Do you know how hard those are to make up?
Me neither. But I certainly don't want to find out.
Like, seriously, I'm going to go out into public and watch strangers to see what they do.
If it makes you feel better, it's part of a class assignment. I'm going to be playing the role of a scientist gathering data, observing the customs of humans I don't know.
It sure doesn't make me feel better.
Whatever people I end up watching are bound to notice me staring. In which case, I'll explain myself. But that still doesn't make things easier. If they consent to me continuing to watch them, it'll mess up the whole "no contact" thing our teacher wants. If they say "no, go away, you're creepy," I'll have to start the process all over again with other people. And then the risks are exactly the same.
I have no intentions of becoming a scientist. But if by some miracle it does happen, I dearly hope my job won't involve "discreetly and objectively observing a certain population of people." For one thing, it's creepy. For another, it's rude.
Anyways. Tonight, it'll happen. Whether I want it to or not. Because I am not getting a zero. Do you know how hard those are to make up?
Me neither. But I certainly don't want to find out.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
SNOW!
AAAHHHH, IT SNOWED LAST NIIIIIGHT!!!!
I'm sooooo happy! I just looked out the window, and although the world may not be completely blanketed in snow, it's about as close as one can expect here in the south. WHEEEEE!!!
Soooo, because no one here knows how to deal with even the threat of snow, SCHOOL IS CANCELED!!!!
...Sorry for all the caps, but I'M JUST SO EXCITED!!! It's soooo pretttyyyyy!
I kind of wonder how much work we're going to have to do to make up for not having classes, but right now I think I can handle just about anything. As long as I make sure to study French. I've been bad about that so far this semester, doing all the actual assigned stuff but not trying to really memorize all the vocab yet... Shame on me; I need to get started. Today.
And will. Now that I've broadcast that little shameful fact in my blog, I'll work to correct it. You're just awesome that way, darling readers.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I HAVE SOME SNOW TO GO OUT AND BE AMONGST!!! 8DDD
I'm sooooo happy! I just looked out the window, and although the world may not be completely blanketed in snow, it's about as close as one can expect here in the south. WHEEEEE!!!
Soooo, because no one here knows how to deal with even the threat of snow, SCHOOL IS CANCELED!!!!
...Sorry for all the caps, but I'M JUST SO EXCITED!!! It's soooo pretttyyyyy!
I kind of wonder how much work we're going to have to do to make up for not having classes, but right now I think I can handle just about anything. As long as I make sure to study French. I've been bad about that so far this semester, doing all the actual assigned stuff but not trying to really memorize all the vocab yet... Shame on me; I need to get started. Today.
And will. Now that I've broadcast that little shameful fact in my blog, I'll work to correct it. You're just awesome that way, darling readers.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I HAVE SOME SNOW TO GO OUT AND BE AMONGST!!! 8DDD
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Beginner Mistakes in Role Play
Okay, so yesterday I told you how I started role playing. Today, I guess I'll tell you a little more into my experiences.
I don't know what it was that made me do this, but for the first few role plays/characters that I did, I can't even remember how many times my characters thwacked their heads against something and passed out. Why did I do this? I don't even know. But I can imagine it would have been kind of frustrating to the other guild members.
Another stupid thing I did was try to incorporate something modern into a medieval role play. I was in the middle of reading a horse-racing series, so I created a horse breeder/trainer/jockey character and plunked her down in the middle of a medieval fantasy role play. -_-'
...You know what, I'm not even going to tell you my first attempt at role playing males. That was way too terrible to even mention.
Anyways, I'd like to think that I learned from my mistakes. Only once in the last several years have I made one of my characters lose consciousness, and it was for a totally legit reason. And nowadays, I make sure the character's pastimes fit into the genre.
I'd also like to think I've gotten better at getting into the minds of male characters. I'm still not so great at creating them myself, although that little nine-year-old boy was fun and cute and whatnot. But I do enjoy messing around with ready-made fictional characters that I've gotten to know well. I've role played them, and I've written some short stories from their perspective, and I think my readers enjoyed them.
Of course, there's always room for improvement. But I hope you enjoyed listening to me rant about my beginner mistakes and how I've hopefully overcome them. =)
I don't know what it was that made me do this, but for the first few role plays/characters that I did, I can't even remember how many times my characters thwacked their heads against something and passed out. Why did I do this? I don't even know. But I can imagine it would have been kind of frustrating to the other guild members.
Another stupid thing I did was try to incorporate something modern into a medieval role play. I was in the middle of reading a horse-racing series, so I created a horse breeder/trainer/jockey character and plunked her down in the middle of a medieval fantasy role play. -_-'
...You know what, I'm not even going to tell you my first attempt at role playing males. That was way too terrible to even mention.
Anyways, I'd like to think that I learned from my mistakes. Only once in the last several years have I made one of my characters lose consciousness, and it was for a totally legit reason. And nowadays, I make sure the character's pastimes fit into the genre.
I'd also like to think I've gotten better at getting into the minds of male characters. I'm still not so great at creating them myself, although that little nine-year-old boy was fun and cute and whatnot. But I do enjoy messing around with ready-made fictional characters that I've gotten to know well. I've role played them, and I've written some short stories from their perspective, and I think my readers enjoyed them.
Of course, there's always room for improvement. But I hope you enjoyed listening to me rant about my beginner mistakes and how I've hopefully overcome them. =)
Monday, January 27, 2014
Role Playing Beginnings
How many of you role play?
I learned how to role play via Neopets - a kids' site I used to love. I joined a guild/club that was centered on role playing (I forget what genre, but maybe it was fantasy), but I wasn't allowed to role play on its forums until I got the approval of my master.
See, the guild's hierarchy thing was set up so that newly-joined members had to prove a certain amount of skill in role playing before they could actually join in. If they couldn't display that skill, at least to the satisfaction of the council (or maybe it was specifically the owner...), they were assigned a master to teach them.
So, via neomail (private messaging), I practiced role playing with my master. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I can honestly say that she was hugely responsible for my capability in writing in general today.
Anyways, after a while of private role playing with her, she deemed me advanced enough to begin role playing in our guild. She recommended me to the higher-ups, and I got promoted, and I entered a part of a bigger role play. ♥
Honestly, I don't remember anything about the role playing section of that guild. I was only guessing earlier when I mentioned the fantasy. Therefore, I don't remember if it was at that guild or another one that I was still making amateur mistakes.
Maybe I'll tell you about a few of them later. For now, I'd better get to work prepping for my French "pop" quiz today.
I learned how to role play via Neopets - a kids' site I used to love. I joined a guild/club that was centered on role playing (I forget what genre, but maybe it was fantasy), but I wasn't allowed to role play on its forums until I got the approval of my master.
See, the guild's hierarchy thing was set up so that newly-joined members had to prove a certain amount of skill in role playing before they could actually join in. If they couldn't display that skill, at least to the satisfaction of the council (or maybe it was specifically the owner...), they were assigned a master to teach them.
So, via neomail (private messaging), I practiced role playing with my master. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I can honestly say that she was hugely responsible for my capability in writing in general today.
Anyways, after a while of private role playing with her, she deemed me advanced enough to begin role playing in our guild. She recommended me to the higher-ups, and I got promoted, and I entered a part of a bigger role play. ♥
Honestly, I don't remember anything about the role playing section of that guild. I was only guessing earlier when I mentioned the fantasy. Therefore, I don't remember if it was at that guild or another one that I was still making amateur mistakes.
Maybe I'll tell you about a few of them later. For now, I'd better get to work prepping for my French "pop" quiz today.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Material Shopping
I went to a craft store with Mommy yesterday because I'm planning on attempting to make a skirt with some friends soonish.
Shopping, especially clothes shopping, has never been something I'm interested in. Shocking, I know. But anyways, because of that, Mommy has basically just taken to doing my shopping for me. So because of that, I kind of expected to go in with her, let her choose some kind of material, preferably denim, buy it, and be done.
Problem #1: Denim wasn't on sale. Problem #2: There were too many shades and materials of purple to choose from. Problem #3: Mommy pointed out some black material. Problem #4: Even worse, she then pointed out brown! Problem #5: When I finally decided on purple again, neither of us knew which purple to get.
Problem #6: By the time we finally chose the material, we then had to find some thread. Problem #7: I was just going to choose some random contrasting color to save on the whole "matching" thing, but Mommy says thread isn't supposed to be seen.
Easy part #1: Finding elastic. Easy part #2: Getting the lady behind the counter to cut a couple yards of the chosen fabric. Easy part #3: Paying.
Bonus #1: Turned out, we also got a discount because I'm a student.
So, yeah. There's my problematic trip from yesterday. Poor Mommy, having to deal with me simultaneous to the materials...
Shopping, especially clothes shopping, has never been something I'm interested in. Shocking, I know. But anyways, because of that, Mommy has basically just taken to doing my shopping for me. So because of that, I kind of expected to go in with her, let her choose some kind of material, preferably denim, buy it, and be done.
Problem #1: Denim wasn't on sale. Problem #2: There were too many shades and materials of purple to choose from. Problem #3: Mommy pointed out some black material. Problem #4: Even worse, she then pointed out brown! Problem #5: When I finally decided on purple again, neither of us knew which purple to get.
Problem #6: By the time we finally chose the material, we then had to find some thread. Problem #7: I was just going to choose some random contrasting color to save on the whole "matching" thing, but Mommy says thread isn't supposed to be seen.
Easy part #1: Finding elastic. Easy part #2: Getting the lady behind the counter to cut a couple yards of the chosen fabric. Easy part #3: Paying.
Bonus #1: Turned out, we also got a discount because I'm a student.
So, yeah. There's my problematic trip from yesterday. Poor Mommy, having to deal with me simultaneous to the materials...
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Jack x Elsa?
So, I just recently found out people are pairing up Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians and Elsa from Frozen.
When I first heard about this crossover couple, I was excited. A love interest for Elsa, yay! And someone who has similar powers! And he doesn't have an official love interest either (except potentially the Tooth Fairy)! Awesome and perfect, right??
...Hmm, I don't know.
Yes, the two do both have ice/frost/snow capabilities. Both of them have extremely light-colored hair. But they seem so different in every way that matters.
Elsa's so grown-up, so mature, so introverted. Jack is more playful and definitely mischievous, and he never stops playing with kids even back before he was a Guardian.
One might argue they could be good for each other in that capacity: Elsa smooth down Jack's trouble-making while Jack teaches Elsa how to have fun. But I don't know.
Maybe this is something I'll warm up to. Maybe the Internet will introduce me to a better match-up later. Maybe Disney and Dreamworks will make an official love interest for each for each of them in a sequel. I kind of doubt it with the Dreamworks part, somehow, but it'd be nice to be proven wrong.
Anyways, that's my little thought process this morning. I thought I should share just because I mentioned in an earlier post that I was upset about Elsa not getting a love interest. See you tomorrow! =)
When I first heard about this crossover couple, I was excited. A love interest for Elsa, yay! And someone who has similar powers! And he doesn't have an official love interest either (except potentially the Tooth Fairy)! Awesome and perfect, right??
...Hmm, I don't know.
Yes, the two do both have ice/frost/snow capabilities. Both of them have extremely light-colored hair. But they seem so different in every way that matters.
Elsa's so grown-up, so mature, so introverted. Jack is more playful and definitely mischievous, and he never stops playing with kids even back before he was a Guardian.
One might argue they could be good for each other in that capacity: Elsa smooth down Jack's trouble-making while Jack teaches Elsa how to have fun. But I don't know.
Maybe this is something I'll warm up to. Maybe the Internet will introduce me to a better match-up later. Maybe Disney and Dreamworks will make an official love interest for each for each of them in a sequel. I kind of doubt it with the Dreamworks part, somehow, but it'd be nice to be proven wrong.
Anyways, that's my little thought process this morning. I thought I should share just because I mentioned in an earlier post that I was upset about Elsa not getting a love interest. See you tomorrow! =)
Friday, January 24, 2014
Catchup
Happy Friday, everyone! Woot, I am so ready for the weekend!
Don't tell anyone, but I slacked off that first half-week of class. And now, I've been playing catchup all week and will continue to do so this weekend. Hopefully by the time Monday rolls around, I'll be all caught up and won't slack off again.
Yeah, slacking off in college even for a day or two is pretty much a nightmare. In high school, if I lazed around for the first week, it was because no homework whatsoever had been assigned. No harm done in that case, right? But college... *shudder*
Oh well. "If any would not work, neither should he eat," right? I guess I'm finally earning my keep - Biblically, even if not financially quite yet.
...By the way, that Scripture was 2 Thessalonians 3:10. =)
And speaking of eating, I'm getting really hungry. I think I'll cut this post a bit short to go get some breakfast and then work on schoolwork stuff some more. Ciao!
Don't tell anyone, but I slacked off that first half-week of class. And now, I've been playing catchup all week and will continue to do so this weekend. Hopefully by the time Monday rolls around, I'll be all caught up and won't slack off again.
Yeah, slacking off in college even for a day or two is pretty much a nightmare. In high school, if I lazed around for the first week, it was because no homework whatsoever had been assigned. No harm done in that case, right? But college... *shudder*
Oh well. "If any would not work, neither should he eat," right? I guess I'm finally earning my keep - Biblically, even if not financially quite yet.
...By the way, that Scripture was 2 Thessalonians 3:10. =)
And speaking of eating, I'm getting really hungry. I think I'll cut this post a bit short to go get some breakfast and then work on schoolwork stuff some more. Ciao!
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Love at First Sight/Song
You know how Disney's practically based on love at first sight? Or at least love in the first few days? And then in this latest Disney movie, Elsa (rightfully so, it turns out) stomps on that dearly-held belief.
One song together and Cinderella's ready to marry her prince. Prince Charming actually turns out to be a good guy. One song together and Anna's ready to marry her prince. Too bad Prince Hans is so power-hungry that he doesn't love Anna. The difference? Charming was an only child, already headed for kingship one day. Hans had twelve older brothers; on the off chance he'd be able to get rid of them all, there would definitely be suspicion surrounding his kingship.
You know what? I just looked at the reverse side of that coin. One song together and Charming's ready to marry Cinderella. What if he was expecting a princess to fit into the glass slipper? Had he not been so great a guy, and had it not actually been true love, how would he have felt to find a scullery wench instead? Granted, her father had once been prosperous, so perhaps she did hold a title of some kind. But still.
I should probably mention Anna and Hans again, just for completion's sake. One song together and he's ready to marry her. This difference from Charming being, Hans is more in love with Anna's love for him than in love with her. He probably would have put up with her throughout his kingship after he killed off Elsa, I think. I doubt Hans would have killed Anna off, considering there was no need in order to remain king, and Hans isn't stupid. But a marriage devoid of love and filled with a thirst for power couldn't possibly be an easy one.
I guess I said all that to say this: Thank goodness for Elsa, the most realistic of Disney princesses. =P
One song together and Cinderella's ready to marry her prince. Prince Charming actually turns out to be a good guy. One song together and Anna's ready to marry her prince. Too bad Prince Hans is so power-hungry that he doesn't love Anna. The difference? Charming was an only child, already headed for kingship one day. Hans had twelve older brothers; on the off chance he'd be able to get rid of them all, there would definitely be suspicion surrounding his kingship.
You know what? I just looked at the reverse side of that coin. One song together and Charming's ready to marry Cinderella. What if he was expecting a princess to fit into the glass slipper? Had he not been so great a guy, and had it not actually been true love, how would he have felt to find a scullery wench instead? Granted, her father had once been prosperous, so perhaps she did hold a title of some kind. But still.
I should probably mention Anna and Hans again, just for completion's sake. One song together and he's ready to marry her. This difference from Charming being, Hans is more in love with Anna's love for him than in love with her. He probably would have put up with her throughout his kingship after he killed off Elsa, I think. I doubt Hans would have killed Anna off, considering there was no need in order to remain king, and Hans isn't stupid. But a marriage devoid of love and filled with a thirst for power couldn't possibly be an easy one.
I guess I said all that to say this: Thank goodness for Elsa, the most realistic of Disney princesses. =P
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
School From a Christian Perspective
I'm finally buckling down and getting invested into the new school semester.
Yesterday, I had a ton of homework that needed done - a couple things that I was behind on, even. But I managed to knock my list of things to do down from two note cards to just one.
Progress? I think yes.
But still, I do have that full note card left of stuff to do. For now, the biggest things left are reading a ton of blogs and writing something about one of them and then reading a couple chapters in a textbook.
You know, you'd think that knocking my list of stuff to do down would make me happy. And it did. I'm not gonna say it didn't. But you know what really made me happy?
For the first time since high school, I'm being taught a class from a Christian perspective. One of my assignments was to read an outline of the entire Bible. Another of my assignments was to read from a textbook written by people who know that the Bible is true.
I can't even describe how happy this makes me. I always took it for granted in school before college; in elementary school, middle school, and high school, I was always, always, always taught by Christian teachers from textbooks written from a Christian perspective. It bit, hard, when college didn't provide me with that anymore. Now, if just for one class for one semester, I'm getting at least a little taste of that back.
And. I. Love. It. ♥
Yesterday, I had a ton of homework that needed done - a couple things that I was behind on, even. But I managed to knock my list of things to do down from two note cards to just one.
Progress? I think yes.
But still, I do have that full note card left of stuff to do. For now, the biggest things left are reading a ton of blogs and writing something about one of them and then reading a couple chapters in a textbook.
You know, you'd think that knocking my list of stuff to do down would make me happy. And it did. I'm not gonna say it didn't. But you know what really made me happy?
For the first time since high school, I'm being taught a class from a Christian perspective. One of my assignments was to read an outline of the entire Bible. Another of my assignments was to read from a textbook written by people who know that the Bible is true.
I can't even describe how happy this makes me. I always took it for granted in school before college; in elementary school, middle school, and high school, I was always, always, always taught by Christian teachers from textbooks written from a Christian perspective. It bit, hard, when college didn't provide me with that anymore. Now, if just for one class for one semester, I'm getting at least a little taste of that back.
And. I. Love. It. ♥
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Blogging Class
Last week was my first week of classes this semester. And since attending that first writing class, I know a little bit more about how the blog thing is going to work.
Each blog post that I type is going to be like a high-school-length essay, it seems. And she wants us to create a blog specifically for our topic of choice, so I have no more worries that that class is going to affect this blog.
But I have another problem: my topic. It's supposed to be something we care about enough to spend the entire semester on and something we are able to research and interview experts on.
Specific problem #1: I have to choose a topic I don't care too much about; otherwise, I'll be too emotionally invested. I may not take criticism too well if that happens, which won't lead to a good grade.
Specific problem #2: Okay, so what about books in general? That kind of seems like too broad a topic. And for my expert interview, would I have to find some random author?
...Idea. As I was writing out that last problem, a possible topic came to me: fairy tales! As in, the original stories written waaaay back. That's something I care about and can research. The only problem left with that is my interview, but maybe I can figure something out.
Squee, I love you, readers! You're so good at solving all my problems! =D
Each blog post that I type is going to be like a high-school-length essay, it seems. And she wants us to create a blog specifically for our topic of choice, so I have no more worries that that class is going to affect this blog.
But I have another problem: my topic. It's supposed to be something we care about enough to spend the entire semester on and something we are able to research and interview experts on.
Specific problem #1: I have to choose a topic I don't care too much about; otherwise, I'll be too emotionally invested. I may not take criticism too well if that happens, which won't lead to a good grade.
Specific problem #2: Okay, so what about books in general? That kind of seems like too broad a topic. And for my expert interview, would I have to find some random author?
...Idea. As I was writing out that last problem, a possible topic came to me: fairy tales! As in, the original stories written waaaay back. That's something I care about and can research. The only problem left with that is my interview, but maybe I can figure something out.
Squee, I love you, readers! You're so good at solving all my problems! =D
Monday, January 20, 2014
Days On and Cinnamon Roll Dreams
A'ight, so today is Martin Luther King, Jr, Day, yes?
I want to crawl back into bed.
Today should be a day off for me. I want as many of those as I can get. However, one of my teachers decided to assign homework based off of some of the events today. Booooo.
Well, I guess I should stop complaining. Here comes a subject change!
I had a weird dream last night. Mommy made cinnamon rolls and other similar sugary breakfast stuffs. I had one of each, but none filled me up. And by the time I got to the traditional cinnamon roll, my bowl (why did I even take a bowl? plates are so much easier for this) was so completely filled with some oily kind of icing from the other stuff that it completely covered the cinnamon roll.
I tried using what looked like either pretzels or French fries to scoop up some of the icing and eat it, but it made no difference. So finally, I took my bowl to the sink and dumped out the excess icing, making sure to keep my cinnamon roll in there. But when I started eating the cinnamon roll then, it tasted no good. It had soaked up too much of the oily icing to have any kind of firmness whatsoever so it was all mushy, and the oiliness itself I think contributed to the bad taste too somehow... And although that didn't fill me up either, it did take away my appetite.
Hmm, does it mean something? Or was it just a dream? I dunno. But I do feel the need to point out that it had nothing to do with Mommy's cooking and everything to do with not being smart enough to dump or eat the excess icing before grabbing the cinnamon roll. =)
Au revoir!
I want to crawl back into bed.
Today should be a day off for me. I want as many of those as I can get. However, one of my teachers decided to assign homework based off of some of the events today. Booooo.
Well, I guess I should stop complaining. Here comes a subject change!
I had a weird dream last night. Mommy made cinnamon rolls and other similar sugary breakfast stuffs. I had one of each, but none filled me up. And by the time I got to the traditional cinnamon roll, my bowl (why did I even take a bowl? plates are so much easier for this) was so completely filled with some oily kind of icing from the other stuff that it completely covered the cinnamon roll.
I tried using what looked like either pretzels or French fries to scoop up some of the icing and eat it, but it made no difference. So finally, I took my bowl to the sink and dumped out the excess icing, making sure to keep my cinnamon roll in there. But when I started eating the cinnamon roll then, it tasted no good. It had soaked up too much of the oily icing to have any kind of firmness whatsoever so it was all mushy, and the oiliness itself I think contributed to the bad taste too somehow... And although that didn't fill me up either, it did take away my appetite.
Hmm, does it mean something? Or was it just a dream? I dunno. But I do feel the need to point out that it had nothing to do with Mommy's cooking and everything to do with not being smart enough to dump or eat the excess icing before grabbing the cinnamon roll. =)
Au revoir!
Sunday, January 19, 2014
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Noooooo, it happened again! This time Firefox had the problem and Internet Explorer still wouldn't work. So can you guess which browser I'm using now?
Still Firefox, actually. But hopefully it won't have the same issue again, or at least not until a time where I can get immediate tech support from Daddy.
I'm so, so, so, SO, sorry!
I really don't even know what to say here.
I guess this starts the count-off at one once again. So, so sad.
I think I'll just walk away with my head low in shame. But starting tomorrow, barring another breakdown by this site, my posts will be back to normal - and daily. I'm still hoping for the daily thing to work out.
Always.
I promise you I haven't given up. I'll still reach that 110 posts in as many days, if I have any say in it whatsoever.
Count on it.
Still Firefox, actually. But hopefully it won't have the same issue again, or at least not until a time where I can get immediate tech support from Daddy.
I'm so, so, so, SO, sorry!
I really don't even know what to say here.
I guess this starts the count-off at one once again. So, so sad.
I think I'll just walk away with my head low in shame. But starting tomorrow, barring another breakdown by this site, my posts will be back to normal - and daily. I'm still hoping for the daily thing to work out.
Always.
I promise you I haven't given up. I'll still reach that 110 posts in as many days, if I have any say in it whatsoever.
Count on it.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Awesome Breakfast Once Again
Good morning, my friends! Only this day stands between myself and the start of classes for the semester. I should probably make it a good - no, great - day, shouldn't I?
Honestly, I really don't have any plans until this afternoon. Well, aside from breakfast, which I just finished.
I. Adore. The. Breakfasts. Here.
I stuffed myself silly this morning, to the point where I wasn't sure I could eat everything I grabbed. Wanna know what made it so great?
Grapes. And a chocolate chocolate chip muffin. And little bites of potato that I think have been called tater tots but aren't like the tater tots I grew up with. And ketchup to swipe across the taters. And French toast sticks. And syrup for the French toast. And one and a half of those big cups of milk.
YUM.
After a month of cereal and a day of chocolate cake, this breakfast was highly satisfying. Maybe not the healthiest, considering the chocolate muffin and French toast, but one hundred percent deliciousness. Breakfast may have once again just claimed its spot as my favorite meal of the day. ♥
Honestly, I really don't have any plans until this afternoon. Well, aside from breakfast, which I just finished.
I. Adore. The. Breakfasts. Here.
I stuffed myself silly this morning, to the point where I wasn't sure I could eat everything I grabbed. Wanna know what made it so great?
Grapes. And a chocolate chocolate chip muffin. And little bites of potato that I think have been called tater tots but aren't like the tater tots I grew up with. And ketchup to swipe across the taters. And French toast sticks. And syrup for the French toast. And one and a half of those big cups of milk.
YUM.
After a month of cereal and a day of chocolate cake, this breakfast was highly satisfying. Maybe not the healthiest, considering the chocolate muffin and French toast, but one hundred percent deliciousness. Breakfast may have once again just claimed its spot as my favorite meal of the day. ♥
Monday, January 13, 2014
Chocolate Cake for Breakfast
So. You want to know that topic I was thinking about yesterday? It's chocolate cake! But not just any chocolate cake - chocolate cake for breakfast! Legasp!
There's a story behind this. I moved back to college yesterday a day early. Most students won't be showing up until today. As such, the cafeteria isn't open for breakfast and possibly won't be open for lunch either. So my parents decided to get me food I could eat in my room.
They were going to get me some donuts for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch, but things didn't exactly work out that way. My dad didn't want to make multiple stops, so he talked me into getting my lunch for tomorrow at the same place we had lunch that day. The only problem was it would need heating up, but I'm pretty sure the kitchen in my residence building has a working microwave.
And then. For breakfast. He offered me that chocolate cake.
I felt so wrong. Cake is dessert, after all!
Daddy argued that chocolate cake is no worse than chocolate donuts.
I crumbled.
And now I have chocolate cake for breakfast. ♥
I still feel very wrong. But it's too delicious to not eat.
There's a story behind this. I moved back to college yesterday a day early. Most students won't be showing up until today. As such, the cafeteria isn't open for breakfast and possibly won't be open for lunch either. So my parents decided to get me food I could eat in my room.
They were going to get me some donuts for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch, but things didn't exactly work out that way. My dad didn't want to make multiple stops, so he talked me into getting my lunch for tomorrow at the same place we had lunch that day. The only problem was it would need heating up, but I'm pretty sure the kitchen in my residence building has a working microwave.
And then. For breakfast. He offered me that chocolate cake.
I felt so wrong. Cake is dessert, after all!
Daddy argued that chocolate cake is no worse than chocolate donuts.
I crumbled.
And now I have chocolate cake for breakfast. ♥
I still feel very wrong. But it's too delicious to not eat.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Broken String of Posts
NOOOOOO, my long streak of a post a day is BROKEN! And with it, my heart and all my hopes and dreams...
Okay, so maybe that's going a bit too far. But seriously, I am SO sorry I haven't posted in days!! This website stopped working for me, and when I finally got the common sense to tell my computer wiz of a dad that it was broken, he figured it had something to do with the browser or something or other and fixed it for me.
So now I'm back, but no longer using Internet Explorer for blogging. Instead, I'll be adjusting to Firefox.
And again, I'm EXTREMELY sorry that I haven't posted anything in a while! One hundred ten posts in one hundred ten days. It'll take a while before my wounded self-respect heals. Maybe one hundred ten more posts in as many days. As of right this moment, I'm aiming for one hundred eleven posts in that many days. When that day comes, hopefully not even the sky will be the limit!
In case there's any doubt as to my new resolve, I've already got an inkling of an idea for a topic for tomorrow! Maybe it won't be enough, but maybe I can squeeze enough interestingness out of it to provide you with a decent-sized post.
Much love, and see you tomorrow morning! Kaiti out. =)
Okay, so maybe that's going a bit too far. But seriously, I am SO sorry I haven't posted in days!! This website stopped working for me, and when I finally got the common sense to tell my computer wiz of a dad that it was broken, he figured it had something to do with the browser or something or other and fixed it for me.
So now I'm back, but no longer using Internet Explorer for blogging. Instead, I'll be adjusting to Firefox.
And again, I'm EXTREMELY sorry that I haven't posted anything in a while! One hundred ten posts in one hundred ten days. It'll take a while before my wounded self-respect heals. Maybe one hundred ten more posts in as many days. As of right this moment, I'm aiming for one hundred eleven posts in that many days. When that day comes, hopefully not even the sky will be the limit!
In case there's any doubt as to my new resolve, I've already got an inkling of an idea for a topic for tomorrow! Maybe it won't be enough, but maybe I can squeeze enough interestingness out of it to provide you with a decent-sized post.
Much love, and see you tomorrow morning! Kaiti out. =)
Monday, January 6, 2014
Upcoming Semester
Yesterday marked the end of Christmas vacation for my brother, and this upcoming Sunday will be something similar for me too, even though my classes don't actually start until the following Wednesday.
I should probably order my books finally, right? Right. I had to wait until the first of January in case I was getting any financial aid for them, and then when that day rolled around I kept forgetting to fill out the form actually asking for financial aid. Turned out to be a really easy one-question form, too. Now I need to get my books.
Here's hoping this upcoming semester will be a great one! Three of my classes are with teachers I already had last semester, and I'm in total love with my English class that's being taught by the same professor I had last semester.
Ooo, did I tell you I'm taking a writing class this semester? I think it's actually a blogging class! Does that mean this blog will be affected somehow? Hopefully only in a positive way.
I'm a little worried about French this semester. I love the language, but I haven't looked at my note cards once this break like I should to keep up with what I learned last semester. Now I just have one more week to relearn everything before the next course begins. But mostly I'm worried about the extra stuff. Pray with me, please, that any out-of-classroom activities I may to do will be something I can do in good conscience.
Well, now you know three of my upcoming classes. Maybe I'll tell you about the other two later, but for now it's probably best if I don't reveal all my upcoming courses. I know I'm not mentioning any names, for college and professors and formal class names, but it still might be better Internet-safety-wise to reserve some of this stuff. For now, anyways. Love you, and see you tomorrow! =D
I should probably order my books finally, right? Right. I had to wait until the first of January in case I was getting any financial aid for them, and then when that day rolled around I kept forgetting to fill out the form actually asking for financial aid. Turned out to be a really easy one-question form, too. Now I need to get my books.
Here's hoping this upcoming semester will be a great one! Three of my classes are with teachers I already had last semester, and I'm in total love with my English class that's being taught by the same professor I had last semester.
Ooo, did I tell you I'm taking a writing class this semester? I think it's actually a blogging class! Does that mean this blog will be affected somehow? Hopefully only in a positive way.
I'm a little worried about French this semester. I love the language, but I haven't looked at my note cards once this break like I should to keep up with what I learned last semester. Now I just have one more week to relearn everything before the next course begins. But mostly I'm worried about the extra stuff. Pray with me, please, that any out-of-classroom activities I may to do will be something I can do in good conscience.
Well, now you know three of my upcoming classes. Maybe I'll tell you about the other two later, but for now it's probably best if I don't reveal all my upcoming courses. I know I'm not mentioning any names, for college and professors and formal class names, but it still might be better Internet-safety-wise to reserve some of this stuff. For now, anyways. Love you, and see you tomorrow! =D
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Frozen (Warning: Contains Spoilers)
Guess who scored three free tickets to see Frozen! That's right, and I managed to convince my dad to come along with Mommy and me when my brother decided he didn't want to see it again. Y'see, his school saw it on a field trip last month, and my mom and I tagged along.
The first time I saw it, my only complaint about the movie was that Elsa didn't get a love interest too. True, I had a few complaints about the way Hans handled things after Anna returned; I thought he overdid that scene where he told the people about Anna dying in his arms after their wedding vows. But after some thought, I decided that, overdone or not, he was supposedly in a grieving shock or something, so the people had some excuse for actually buying his act.
After watching it a second time, I'm still upset that Elsa didn't get a love interest as well. But now I'm angry at another point in the movie. That troll king or whatever his station was - the guy who healed Anna that first time. When he spoke to Elsa, he told her fear would be her enemy - and then he scared her half to death by making shadow monsters attack and devour shadow Elsa for breakfast! What's with that? Way to keep her fear at bay, pal. =_=
Anyways, don't let all these complaints fool you: I adore that movie! I love the two Svens (wink, wink), and Olaf, most definitely! ♥
Elsa's song "Let It Go" is absolutely terrific! I've heard that "The Dress," which I'm assuming is the one she creates during that song, is worth the entire price of the movie itself. While I agree that it's gorgeous (for a Disney princess; I'd never wear it, though), my mom and I both agree that "The Dress" alone is not worth the entire movie.
I also love to hate the Duke of Weaseltown. xD His hair is very highly disturbing and hilarious simultaneously.
So. I guess that's about it for this morning. Have a great day, and I'll see you tomorrow!
The first time I saw it, my only complaint about the movie was that Elsa didn't get a love interest too. True, I had a few complaints about the way Hans handled things after Anna returned; I thought he overdid that scene where he told the people about Anna dying in his arms after their wedding vows. But after some thought, I decided that, overdone or not, he was supposedly in a grieving shock or something, so the people had some excuse for actually buying his act.
After watching it a second time, I'm still upset that Elsa didn't get a love interest as well. But now I'm angry at another point in the movie. That troll king or whatever his station was - the guy who healed Anna that first time. When he spoke to Elsa, he told her fear would be her enemy - and then he scared her half to death by making shadow monsters attack and devour shadow Elsa for breakfast! What's with that? Way to keep her fear at bay, pal. =_=
Anyways, don't let all these complaints fool you: I adore that movie! I love the two Svens (wink, wink), and Olaf, most definitely! ♥
Elsa's song "Let It Go" is absolutely terrific! I've heard that "The Dress," which I'm assuming is the one she creates during that song, is worth the entire price of the movie itself. While I agree that it's gorgeous (for a Disney princess; I'd never wear it, though), my mom and I both agree that "The Dress" alone is not worth the entire movie.
I also love to hate the Duke of Weaseltown. xD His hair is very highly disturbing and hilarious simultaneously.
So. I guess that's about it for this morning. Have a great day, and I'll see you tomorrow!
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Messy Desk Cleaning
My desk is so cluttered.
Weird opening statement that may state the obvious for most people, I know. But, it's true. There's stuff all over my desk, and I dunno where else to put some of it. Some of it, though, definitely belongs in other places, like my yarn and maybe my hamsters.
My cross-stitch has been on my desk for at least a year and I haven't finished it. I've finished one of the wolves, but I've barely started the other. And the only background I've put in has been the area touching the first wolf. Why don't I move it? Cuz I may work on it again yet. Why don't I just finish it and get it over with? I dunno.
Why am I even going on like this about my cluttered desk? You know, it's actually making me clean it. Already, I've gotten up a few times during typing out this post to put stuff in a more proper place, and my desk is much clearer already.
Not perfect yet, of course. I've still got some stuff on it that maybe belongs elsewhere, like that big celebratory box of Three Musketeers that I ate all the Three Musketeers out of months ago. That should probably be relocated. Oh, hey! I just found the Strawberry Shortcake hand sanitizer I got in my Christmas stocking.
You, my dear readers, are miracle workers. For months, my desk was perfectly fine to be mildly annoying in its messy state. But now, revealing its state to you has proven how truly irritating it was, and has forced me to clean it. It still has stuff on it, but not nearly as much as before.
So, THANK YOU. Today only proves what I already know about how amazing you are. ;P Keep it up, and I'll see you again tomorrow!
Weird opening statement that may state the obvious for most people, I know. But, it's true. There's stuff all over my desk, and I dunno where else to put some of it. Some of it, though, definitely belongs in other places, like my yarn and maybe my hamsters.
My cross-stitch has been on my desk for at least a year and I haven't finished it. I've finished one of the wolves, but I've barely started the other. And the only background I've put in has been the area touching the first wolf. Why don't I move it? Cuz I may work on it again yet. Why don't I just finish it and get it over with? I dunno.
Why am I even going on like this about my cluttered desk? You know, it's actually making me clean it. Already, I've gotten up a few times during typing out this post to put stuff in a more proper place, and my desk is much clearer already.
Not perfect yet, of course. I've still got some stuff on it that maybe belongs elsewhere, like that big celebratory box of Three Musketeers that I ate all the Three Musketeers out of months ago. That should probably be relocated. Oh, hey! I just found the Strawberry Shortcake hand sanitizer I got in my Christmas stocking.
You, my dear readers, are miracle workers. For months, my desk was perfectly fine to be mildly annoying in its messy state. But now, revealing its state to you has proven how truly irritating it was, and has forced me to clean it. It still has stuff on it, but not nearly as much as before.
So, THANK YOU. Today only proves what I already know about how amazing you are. ;P Keep it up, and I'll see you again tomorrow!
Friday, January 3, 2014
Family Stories Focusing On Parents
Why is it that so many fictional stories, at least the ones I've read and seen, are about people anywhere from ages nine to eighteen? Not that there's anything wrong with those kinds of stories based on that fact itself, but it's still something to think about. Even the stories I've read with main characters being thirty-something years old have shown the main character only with a love interest, not a spouse and kids.
But. There is the occasional story about a mother. And those grip me like nothing else can.
Ever read The Cat's Paw? A woman's husband has disappeared, and she must search for him because the local law enforcement says no based on the fact that he's an adult. She must also keep her kids in mind, because she can't leave them just in the care of the neighbors for too long. And as if she didn't have enough problems, the stray cat that seems to have adopted her gets her accused of witchcraft.
Ever watched Wolf Children? A woman is widowed the day the couple's second son is born, and she must make every sacrifice for them. Not only that, but these children can turn into wolves at any given moment, and they don't always have control over it. So this mother has to quit her job also because she can't leave them with a babysitter, and she stays up late studying how to care for them as not only human children but also wolf pups. Eventually, they move out into the country to stay away from so many prying city eyes. It's there that the majority of the story takes place.
What about Lois Lowry's Son? The fourth book in a series, this one focuses on a young girl in a "perfect" community who was chosen as a breeder. Via a syringe to her arm, she was impregnated. When her child came, he was taken to the place where all newborns are taken, and the mothers never see them again. But the girl finds her child and helps the workers take care of him on occasion. But then, the night before the child is killed solely for not sleeping well at night, he's stolen away to save his life. The girl, fifteen years old, mother of an eighteen-month-old, decides to do the impossible - decides to find him again even though she has no idea where he went, nor even what the name was that the community had given him.
And, actually, just as I was typing this post, another story occurred to me: Disney Pixar's The Incredibles. The story centers around a family with superpowers, but they're not allowed to be superheroes because the public sued them for injury in the course of rescuing. The story follows the whole family, but focuses mainly on the dad.
Honestly, those are the only stories I can think of at the moment. Can't more writers come up with good stories suitable for younger ages focusing on parents, especially mothers? Or have they, and I just can't find them? Anyways, this is a rather longer-than-usual post, so I'll end it here. Thanks for listening to my rant.
But. There is the occasional story about a mother. And those grip me like nothing else can.
Ever read The Cat's Paw? A woman's husband has disappeared, and she must search for him because the local law enforcement says no based on the fact that he's an adult. She must also keep her kids in mind, because she can't leave them just in the care of the neighbors for too long. And as if she didn't have enough problems, the stray cat that seems to have adopted her gets her accused of witchcraft.
Ever watched Wolf Children? A woman is widowed the day the couple's second son is born, and she must make every sacrifice for them. Not only that, but these children can turn into wolves at any given moment, and they don't always have control over it. So this mother has to quit her job also because she can't leave them with a babysitter, and she stays up late studying how to care for them as not only human children but also wolf pups. Eventually, they move out into the country to stay away from so many prying city eyes. It's there that the majority of the story takes place.
What about Lois Lowry's Son? The fourth book in a series, this one focuses on a young girl in a "perfect" community who was chosen as a breeder. Via a syringe to her arm, she was impregnated. When her child came, he was taken to the place where all newborns are taken, and the mothers never see them again. But the girl finds her child and helps the workers take care of him on occasion. But then, the night before the child is killed solely for not sleeping well at night, he's stolen away to save his life. The girl, fifteen years old, mother of an eighteen-month-old, decides to do the impossible - decides to find him again even though she has no idea where he went, nor even what the name was that the community had given him.
And, actually, just as I was typing this post, another story occurred to me: Disney Pixar's The Incredibles. The story centers around a family with superpowers, but they're not allowed to be superheroes because the public sued them for injury in the course of rescuing. The story follows the whole family, but focuses mainly on the dad.
Honestly, those are the only stories I can think of at the moment. Can't more writers come up with good stories suitable for younger ages focusing on parents, especially mothers? Or have they, and I just can't find them? Anyways, this is a rather longer-than-usual post, so I'll end it here. Thanks for listening to my rant.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Rearranging
So. Last night I did some rearranging of my bookshelves. After 10pm, too. I kept expecting my dad (my parents' bedroom is directly beneath mine) to come up and tell me to knock it off, but I guess I was quiet enough.
Why was I rearranging? Good question. My answer: my movies fell off the top of one.
I can't remember if I told you or not, but I got some movies for Christmas. And only yesterday did I add some of them (the ones we've seen so far) to my line-up of others. Since I keep my movies on the top shelf (since there's no room for them everywhere else), I have bookends to keep them from falling off.
But I finally got too many movies for even my bookends to keep them up, and they slid every which way. Dad did come to the bottom of my steps and say something then, but I think he had already been on his way to tell me to turn down my laptop volume because he said something almost directly after everything had fallen.
Anyways. So I had to make room. I recently got another bookshelf in my room, because my mom apparently has a similar issue with her books, though I'm not yet quite as bad. So this extra bookshelf in my room is basically stuffed with her own books, with a little room at the bottom where I put some of my own extra books that had no place to go. So I rearranged that bookshelf first, squeezing more books onto each of the top shelves so that I could put more of my own on the bottom.
That left a little bit of space in my other bookshelf so that I could kind of divide up my movies. Some are still up top with the bookends, and some are moved to a different shelf with the shelf itself and other books keeping them from falling.
And apparently, I did all this rearranging quietly enough for my extremely sound-sensitive-at-night dad not to ask me to quiet down again. Yay!
Why was I rearranging? Good question. My answer: my movies fell off the top of one.
I can't remember if I told you or not, but I got some movies for Christmas. And only yesterday did I add some of them (the ones we've seen so far) to my line-up of others. Since I keep my movies on the top shelf (since there's no room for them everywhere else), I have bookends to keep them from falling off.
But I finally got too many movies for even my bookends to keep them up, and they slid every which way. Dad did come to the bottom of my steps and say something then, but I think he had already been on his way to tell me to turn down my laptop volume because he said something almost directly after everything had fallen.
Anyways. So I had to make room. I recently got another bookshelf in my room, because my mom apparently has a similar issue with her books, though I'm not yet quite as bad. So this extra bookshelf in my room is basically stuffed with her own books, with a little room at the bottom where I put some of my own extra books that had no place to go. So I rearranged that bookshelf first, squeezing more books onto each of the top shelves so that I could put more of my own on the bottom.
That left a little bit of space in my other bookshelf so that I could kind of divide up my movies. Some are still up top with the bookends, and some are moved to a different shelf with the shelf itself and other books keeping them from falling.
And apparently, I did all this rearranging quietly enough for my extremely sound-sensitive-at-night dad not to ask me to quiet down again. Yay!
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, my dear readers! Here's hoping for a super fantabulous 2014! Got your New Year's resolutions all nicely lined up and stuff?
...Admittedly, I have yet to give any thoughts to them whatsoever. But since we're on the topic, I may as well list some stuff I'd like to do, right?
1. Draw closer to God. ♥
2. Make time for reading even when college starts back up again.
3. Keep up my GPA.
4. Keep up my blog posts.
5. Avoid as many French films as possible, unless they've been rated G or possibly PG.
6. Write a new story!
7. ...Or add an epilogue/bonus chapter to a story that's already finished.
And, yeah. Seven's a good number (means "completion"), so I think I'll stop there. And of course that's a wonderful way of excusing the fact that I was kind of grasping at straws by the end there.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAVE A WONDERFUL 2014! =D
...Admittedly, I have yet to give any thoughts to them whatsoever. But since we're on the topic, I may as well list some stuff I'd like to do, right?
1. Draw closer to God. ♥
2. Make time for reading even when college starts back up again.
3. Keep up my GPA.
4. Keep up my blog posts.
5. Avoid as many French films as possible, unless they've been rated G or possibly PG.
6. Write a new story!
7. ...Or add an epilogue/bonus chapter to a story that's already finished.
And, yeah. Seven's a good number (means "completion"), so I think I'll stop there. And of course that's a wonderful way of excusing the fact that I was kind of grasping at straws by the end there.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAVE A WONDERFUL 2014! =D
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