Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts

Friday, April 16, 2010

::I Need More Music::

Listening to the same 1246 songs gets pretty monotonous. And yes, I did just spend five minutes trying to remember the word "monotonous" due to another brain fail.

There hasn't been much to blog about lately, and that makes me sad. Sad because I am putting out blog entries that aren't quite worthwhile, and sad because my life is, unfortunately, so uneventful that the highlights of a day include finally finding a book to order and doing another unit in English. And that is definitely not okay.

So, today. First off, once more, I slept until around four. This is also not okay. Anyway, at least I woke up to good news. I got mail!
The reason this is so exciting is that I never get mail. I'm not signed up for any memberships at stores or responsible for paying bills or a receiver of magazines or anything, so all of my mail traffic is the occasional bank statement and--WAIT. Now, I am pretty sure I've explained this before. Brain fail two in a matter of eight minutes.
But this wasn't a bank statement telling me what I already know, or anything from my dad. This.. was the best news I've had in a while. My financial aid award letter.
I've received enough grants to pay for nearly the full total for my freshman year. I can't remember if I screamed or cried or was shocked into silence (it was probably some mixture of these) but this is.. amazing. Beyond that, even. I don't have to beg my dad for help, and I don't have to miss out on college altogether. This is.. the biggest thing that will happen, most likely, until graduation. Huge. Duh. Of course. I'm still shocked.
After that, I don't even know what I did until only a few hours ago. I am pretty sure I only sat staring at the piece of paper for a bit, while other things were happening in the background.
Also, my grandma went out to get another Old Lady Bouffant, also known as The Ridiculous Afro (in my head, at least), so Dick Clark came inside. Not just in my room, either, but in the living room. And he ate my mac n cheese, then rested awkwardly half-off my lap.

Okay, then. I just got off on a very different and passionate tangent. I saw, on a photo album of one of my friends', quite an argument. I clicked. The album was of five pictures, each one containing an emo-ish couple. The first picture, one was kissing the other's cheek. The second, the couple was kissing in the rain. Very classic and cute, and dynamic shot on the photography side of it. The third was two just standing close together. The fourth was an embrace, romantic. The fifth was a sketch of a couple kissing, with credits to someone's DevArt account. Okay. So, why the outrage?
Yep. You guessed it. They were gay couples.
(Er, well, the rain one, I couldn't quite tell if the shorter person is male or female.)
Um. Okay? CUTE and NOT OBSCENE pictures in an album these people didn't have to even click on? It just bothers me that the people who commented with such passionate rage said, "I don't hate gays," but that they didn't want to log into Facebook to see "a bunch of dudes making out." Er.. "(Not that I'm anti-gay.)"
I believe there is only one picture there of one couple of questionable sexuality kissing in the rain. There is no groping, no rubbing, no flying tongues. Nothing at all obscene. Nothing out of the realm of what straight couples normally post. Hell, these pictures were way conservative for what I've seen some of my friends post. If this album shouldn't have been posted, neither should any of straight couples.
Sorry about this tangent. It just really, really bothers me that people show so much hatred toward one group of people while smiling and putting up a front of, "I'm totally supportive!" Did we, as a country, not just get out of a period of time that was full of hatred for a group of people because they have a different shade of skin colour?
Just because of a stupid book..

ANYWAY. Woah. Totally went off again. My original idea, writing of some self-discoveries sparked by another of Sara's blog entries, is now seeming like a very, very bad idea. Too much negativity in one entry. Oi. Let me just say that I've got some more evaluation to do, and I have a lot of personal work to get done and even more issues to get through.

And I'm on page eleven of my screenplay.

Love and other indoor sports (like bashing in skulls, of course),
Blue Disastrous

Thursday, April 8, 2010

::Okay. It's TIME::

It is time for my rant about children. It just so happened that, again, I was thinking of a topic to blog about, and decided to check the other updated blogs and it just so happened that the lovely Sara had written an entry on the same topic here.

CHILDREN.

Yes, I did say that. What is wrong with America, this generation? Why is society crumbling away into a mess of crime and disrespect, with no morals and laws to protect us from protecting ourselves?
Children.
I know I am barely out of childhood, so hush. But at least I'm not one of my peers, who smokes, drinks, does drugs, parties all night, sleeps around, and behaves generally idiotic every waking second of her miserable and nearly pointless life. Maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration; after all, not every American teen is like that.
But really, now, we've gotten terrible. There are cases such as the examples used in Sara's post, in which (early) teens are discriminated against, beaten into a coma, and forced to resort to killing themselves because the bullying has gotten that terrible.
Why do the figures of authority not try to help these kids? Why is no one bothering to help?
It is starting early on now, in the twos and threes, when children are just learning how to put coherent sentences together. Children are now growing up with a television as a full-time nanny, while their parents are out partying, or ignoring their responsibilities, or just not caring. Actually, I'll take that back. Let's say these parents do care about their children. They care, but they don't bother to actually parent.
Now, I'm not saying every parent in America is bad. There are some truly great ones out there, with children who will grow into amazing people. There are also children who will grow up well in spite of their bad experiences with their parent(s). But this is not quite my point.
All right. So, let's take a trip into this scary land of parenting--which I have never experienced, and hope not to for at least another ten years. So, there you go. You've had a baby. Congratulations, it's a boy. Now what?
Well, now you've got a baby on your hands. A baby who will begin to learn to talk, walk and act according to what he sees--and what he is allowed to get away with. Okay, so little Johnny spilled his mac n cheese on the floor and laughed. Maybe it was an accident. You give him new food. He does it again, and laughs. So now it's a joke. Maybe, just laugh it off. He's only playing.
But then, those two incidents turn into ten, forty, one hundred meals splattered on the floors, the walls, and Fluffy the cat. And why have you not stopped this yet?
Take a step back. Little Johnny is learning to talk. It's kind of cute, but you know, you may not have a lot of time to put into this whole teaching thing. You turn on the TV, like every evening. Some reality show about rich brats in Orange County. Meh, okay. It's usual.
The next morning, little Johnny fails to address you as "Mommy/Daddy". No, this morning, he demands, "Food, bitch!" Oh, my. Maybe that wasn't what you thought it was.. No, it may have been the TV (the one that is still on, by the way), or maybe he was just babbling. Certainly he doesn't know what this word means. You get him some food.
Only, this too turns into a hundred incidents. You shrug it off. Surely he must know it is impolite, and he is only playing because he is only a baby.
The same exact pattern plays for a majority of his baby behaviours. He screams when he's not happy. Appease him, then he will be quiet. Until next time. He runs around the house, and accidentally knocks a lamp over. But then, what does he care? He shrugs his toddler shoulders and runs off again, knowing you'll just clean up his messes. Isn't that what you always do?
This child you've just raised is the child that will run around stores screaming his head off, pushing down other kids at the playground to get a swing, or even hitting people. I mean, really? Raising a child with little to no discipline? Who does that help?
Certainly not yourself. You're the one who has to, again and again, clean up his messes. It may have been mac n cheese that first time, but what about when he's sixteen or seventeen, coming home escorted by police because he was caught tagging the school?
Mostly, you're certainly not helping him. He will grow up thinking he can order people around, or hit, or throw a tantrum with no consequence. He could end up the bully at the school, beating one of his peers because of some stupid fight over texting. Or, even worse, he could end up with a group that gets him into drugs. Or, he could end up fathering a child of his own way too early.

Of course, that was an extreme situation. There are some kids who have grown up with no discipline who have had to learn the hard way that these actions will lead them down the wrong path--something as small as not being able to go out to recess as a child, or maybe something later as an early teen, such as being busted at a party serving alcohol to minors. Again, more extreme cases.

But we hear these sorts of sad things all the time. It's always in the news. More school bullies beating their victims within an inch of death, more property damage by aimless teens, more rape.. and the young adults as well. It's hard to miss on the news, living in the Bay Area, a murder committed by someone barely legal, or a pair of them on the loose, armed. These kinds of people are the ones who make other parents, the good parents, afraid to let their own children go out of the house. These people are infringing on our rights as Americans. I want to be free, as we have all been promised. Don't you? But how far can we take that if we're even afraid to walk to the convenience store three blocks down the street?

Wow, this blog that started as a rant about bad parenting has turned into.. this. It's crazy.
So, what can new parents do to prevent this? The first thing I'd say a parent can do is love his or her child enough to discipline the child. No, it doesn't mean giving them the belt if they throw a tantrum. (Though, that happened a lot in future generations, didn't it? And it seems to have worked!)

Letting little Johnny know that knocking over his food, or screaming, or breaking furniture is not acceptable is absolutely going in the right direction. Children are, obviously, young and impressionable. They will get the message that certain behaviours are not tolerated. And then they will act accordingly.
Also, a great idea is to NOT let trashy TV parent your child. If anything, it can serve as an educational tool, or a bit of entertainment--clean entertainment. And not even that much. Children should not be inside with the TV all day! Or at--ugh, this is so wrong--their own laptops, or using their own cell phones. First, HELLO, children should not be allowed to have cell phones! They are CHILDREN, who are they going to call?
But secondly, the more important bit; why should children be inside watching TV when they can be outside, exploring the world they've been brought into? Er, safely, of course, as I've already ranted about those totally unfair evil people who make cities unsafe. But still. Outside. Surroundings. Friends. Playing, learning, laughing, growing as happy, bubbly children as they should. Is that too much to ask?
When little Johnny understands it isn't good to be the bad kid, little Johnny can start having fun in life. I was just that age a bit over ten years ago! I remember it! Having sleepovers with my friends, catching ladybugs, baking with my mum, "camping" out on the lawn.. I'm certainly glad my parents didn't allow me to be shut into a room with a TV talking at me. I'm glad I got to experience childhood as I should have--erm, just forget the divorce, shh!--heck, I'm even grateful I got those, what, two spankings for bad behaviour? Just getting "the look" from my mum or dad stopped anything bad straight in its tracks. As a little kid, you don't want to disappoint your parents. Or, at least, you shouldn't.

So, what are my main points here?
+Discipline. Let them know bad behaviour is not tolerated.
+TV isn't a nanny.
+Inject them full of love. There has to be a balance for all this spanking/"the look"-ing business.
+Nothing is more important than parenting your child. Not your rocky relationships, not your work, nothing.
+PLEASE don't assume your child knows how to behave well and is choosing to act like a brat. Chances are, little Johnny has been allowed to act this way by YOU.

Erm. Yeah. I should also add in some stuff about helping them become well-rounded little people, not with food but with experiences, and to get involved and all that jazz, but really, I'm getting tired of ranting and I now feel OODLES better getting this all out.

And now I am at a total loss for words. It's turning into NaNoWriMo all over again! Ahh!

Love and other indoor sports (like PARENTING),
Blue Disastrous

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

::Too Many Things To Do::

And yet I am avoiding them all.
I wanted to study Japanese for my final, which may or may not be tomorrow. But instead I got out Skittles and started playing a bunch of random MSI.
Then I convinced myself to listen to my iPod on shuffle to find new songs. And then convinced myself that while I'm waiting to find a good bassline I should check everything.
Email, VH, Blogger, and I even watched the Pocky commercials again (convincing myself it might help my Japanese. Does it? No.) but now.. Nothing.
I have nothing left to check. So I am blogging about nothing. And not paying attention to my music like I am supposed to be/not be. Nope.
And my tummy really hurts because it has decided that I do not hurt enough. Very funny.
Mum took Uncle Larry to CVS to get his prescription of Flexeril, which is what I take. It's funny.
"So.. Brittany.. I don't know if your mom told you, but I have to take.."
"Flexeril."
"Um, yeah.. About that.. Have you noticed any.."
"Side effects? No."
"You don't get--?"
"Sleepy? No. Dizzy? No."
"Well.. What does it do?"
"Really? You're getting this for arthritis and you don't know what it does?"
Anyway, they aren't back yet. I don't know how hard it is to get back. It's not very easy to even get purposely lost. So come on.
I'm glad that Kai is out of class now. Time to bug him about Japanese.
さよなら。

Love and other indoor sports (like hall racing),
Blue Disastrous

Saturday, December 12, 2009

::Keeping Everything In::

Yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (like raising discontent),
Blue Disastrous

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

::I'll Be Sent to Azkaban::

I don't know whether it's more sad that I am obsessed with Harry Potter so much to the point that I find entertainment roleplaying as a Hogwarts student/making tons of references to the series/whatever else I do related to the series, or that I put so much into my blogs that no one reads that it is considered "too personal" and that it "gives basis for someone to begin stalking you". Those are both not direct quotes, more like the main idea of a message a moderator sent me on VH, because I posted a link to my blog in my profile. The rules state that no one is allowed to post personal information that can lead to someone stalking them.
But this is online anyway, plus I'm the one writing about all this random crap and publishing it, fully aware of potential stalkers (which I've gone through before, and I don't really care).
These past few days have been marked by increasing uneventfulness. Except yesterday. Yesterday was okay, due to the appearance of a certain scarf-wearing jungle animal addicted to ripping and eating belts.
I just realised I haven't played Borderlands in a few days. This could explain things. But now I'm too comfortable to get my mouse all positioned (since the mousepad is the tablet and all).
And a slanket would be very useful right now. Or the Harry Potter Snuggie.
It's colder here than in Seaside.

Love and other indoor sports (like dueling),
Blue Disastrous

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

::Virtual Stalking::

I log into Blogger and read over my Watched Blogs' new posts. And someone says she needs help with her college questions, questions describing her.
And you see, I can answer the questions for her, because she's inspired me as a writer and blogger, though we've only talked a few times.
So I guess this crosses the line. I am a stalker. Why? Because I have nothing better to do, of course.
I also have nothing better to do than be a virtual Hogwarts student. Including writing assigned essays. And extensive roleplaying.
I am a sad, sad person.
Who is going shopping in six hours.
With no money.
And apparently no sleep.

Love and other indoor sports (like mania),
Blue Disastrous

Saturday, November 28, 2009

::So.. Bright..::

I've switched to Google Chrome, finally. Internet Explorer stopped working and all. But now my settings are gone--I used to have all the white blank parts of a webpage black, all the text purple, links green and orange, and just.. It was awesome. But now I'm back to plain black and white. Buu.
So! I'm about to go see my Fetus Buddeh. She is super mega awesome foxy delicious.
And er.. Yeah. I should be getting Borderlands and Fallout 3 sometime soon. I'm excited for that.
And also for seeing A Very Potter Musical again.
You know, I realised I type a LOT faster now, since I blog a lot and such.
Dr. Pepper Cherry is yum.
Gotta go now.

Love and other indoor sports (like eye-crossing),
Blue Disastrous

Sunday, November 22, 2009

::Who Cares?::

Who cares about Thanksgiving?
Or cleaning?
Or uploading pictures onto a photography account?
Or spending time here instead of nowhere at all?
Or controlling lutz landings?
Or.. anything?
Certainly.. me. That's very unfortunate.
So, today started off badly. Because I woke up from an amazing dream which can't happen in real life because, I dunno, I guess my mum doesn't trust me.
But whatever, yeah?
I hope it'll get better.
I really wish I could do what James did--that turkey. He left the place that was keeping him down when he just wanted to be happy. James, I admire you for leaving.
Of course, I don't have a job. And I'm having issues with Etsy. Facekeyboard.
I guess today is an all-around icky day. Only Lyn-z is really helping the matter. Thank you, Fetus Buddeh.
I'm going to go scout out some pudding. That'll help too.

Love and other indoor sports (like dynamite),
Blue Disastrous

Monday, November 9, 2009

::It Occurs to Me..::

..that really, the life I've wanted has been here all along.
You know.
I think the root of all my problems has really been this: I have not gotten any good mail in quite some time.
A postcard here, a bank statement there, but other than that, I've gotten no mail! Whaaaaat?!
I think I shall order myself something (like, I dunno, maybe a couple of books, or, er, YARN) and then, of course, colleges should be getting back to me soon..
And then I need to get pictures of hats up on Etsy and such and get some orders, and I'd love to get them through mail..
Mail! See? Mail is life. Yes.
No, no, maybe not.
But! Connecting with some friends I haven't spent time with in a while is certainly nice.
If we could only find a theater..
Anyway! Yes, so, I shall hop on that right now. Er, you know, getting a life and such. You know how things are.
Maybe I'll catch a shower too, right after dinner.
Which is ready now.
And Mum told me her two secrets to spaghetti sauce which are:
..
Do you really think I'd tell you?!
No.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a pint of fake blood to play with.

Love and other indoor sports (like spattering blood),
Blue Disastrous

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

::Aaand That Is Why You Have the Little Cup::

with the lid.

So anyway. I'm not dead. Just.. busy.
I need to finish two courses and two big English papers by 14 December, as well as take the SAT, learn a month's worth of Japanese by Monday, and finish two novels (those by 30 November).
So I'm a little screwed.
And I hate Facebook.

Love and other indoor sports (like cramming for school),
Blue Disastrous

::Zombie Walk::

In the process of organising a zombie walk, probably in Monterey.
So, get ready for that.
My official wordcount for NaNoWriMo for yesterday was 7560.
My unofficial wordcount for NaNoWriMo for yesterday was 12048.
I'm very sorely behind.
My official wordcount should have been 11669.
My unofficial wordcount should have been 15003.
But no. Because I fail.
I am 1328 words behind on Metempsychosis and 1627 words behind on Don't Say the Zed-Word.
And 2995 and 3294 words behind, respectively, as of today.
So as I ramble this nonsensical complaint to you, answer me this; why on Earth am I not writing two novels furiously right now?
Because, you see, I have school today and I must get up in four hours.
Tah tah.

Love and other indoor sports (like foaming at the mouth),
Blue Disastrous

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

::YOU.::

Stop depressing me.
Stop it.
Right now.

That is all.

Love and other indoor sports (like heated arguments),
Blue Disastrous

Monday, November 2, 2009

::WHY?!::

So I set out to write the novel I intended.

Get Writer's Block.

So I write part of another novel.

Words come out of everywhere.

Next day.

I start to write the novel I intended.

Words come out of everywhere.

So I start to write the next part of the other novel.

I feel confident.

Then I get Writer's Block.

CURSES.

grumblegrumble.

My wordcount I'm supposed to be at today?

11669.

Am I going to reach it?

Yes. But it's not nice to have a BIG, FAT BLOCK IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE while you're trying to write something publishable.

Grr.


Love and other indoor sports (like hacking apart your Writer's Block),
Blue Disastrous

Sunday, November 1, 2009

::GARNKY FRUUBLE HEIMEN::

Why is it that writing today is like pulling teeth?r I've been trying to pound out the last 279 of the day for hours. It's terrible!
And then after THAT is another 1667 words for my zombie novel. *rubs eyes*
But apparently writing in a blog is much easier.
Why is that?
Why can't I write 279 words?
Why am I so tired?
And why does their house disappear?

Love and other indoor sports (like Death by NaNo),
Blue Disastrous

::EDIT on Kristina's Facial Expressions::

Yes, it's true! She doesn't ONLY show fear!
She now shows.. *drumroll*
A BLUBBERING CRYING BABY FACE!!

"*CRIES*"
"Oh, Kristina, I know it's scary that a crazy lady took a pregnant hostage in front of you--"
"*CRIES harder* It's m-my dad! He said he was going to kill his crazy lady wife! I know she almost killed my brother and put him in a coma for a year, but I thought my dad was a nice man who would call the cops on her instead! WAHHHHH!!"

o___O
So yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (like Olympic lasagna-eating),
Blue Disastrous

::I Hate Chain Posts::

Stop sending them, because I don't care, no one else cares, and you're just wasting everyone's time.
No one is going to come rape you or kill your mum in the middle of the night.
The one you love isn't suddenly going to forget about you.
You won't have 23491748732 years of bad luck.
So STOP sending them.
Seriously.
Are you 13? No, I don't think so.
STOP.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous (who is at 1108 words)

Friday, October 30, 2009

::Look Down::

You see, this is what happens when you have a crappy day and try to blog about it by phone.
Sigh. I just got home with my Flex and Lyrica. My best friends.
I wrote another half a page (handwritten only, blah) when I was eating lunch.
We went to the bank, then to La Pinata (with a tilde over the n, duh), then to Mum's insurance place, Sears, JC Penny's, I went to Hot Topic while Mum and Grandma went to Macy's and got basically ignored by Heather, then I went to meet up with them.
As we left, I lingered at the iPod vending machine because I noticed they had the particular iPod dock I have on my Christmas list, and Grandma goes, "You want something from there, Brittany?" I laughed while Mum told her what was in the machine. "Oh," said Grandma, "I thought they were some new drink or something."
Gotta love grandmas.
Well, it's one thing after another with me today.
But I'm getting better now and I'm about to take a Flex.
To writing, General Hospital, and making something for Kai and I for our movie fest tomorrow.
Gahhh.
Toodles.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Intrawebz!::

I'm back!
Miss me?! Hardly. Of course.
So tonight was fairly productive. I added 3087 words to my zombie novel (so far--not done for tonight; I should be at 3334 at LEAST by the end of tonight) so I'm rather proud of myself. Let's hope I can keep this up for my own NaNo (which would actually be NoWriMo if I wanted to be correct--Novel Writing Month, duh) as well as the official NaNo, which I will be writing Metempsychosis for. Two novels in (a little over) one month? It can be done--I hope.
I'm finding it hard to come up with words. I'm sure it'll get better with practice.
Oi! I went to see the Scary Doctor Peoples today. I got prescribed Lyrica. And more PT. So maybe I actually won't become fully disabled in the next few years. That'll be good.
Randomness:
"I smell like.. a kitten."
"No, you smell like a goat."
"*sniffs hair* Oh, yeah, you're right."
"Oy vey, I had a kid."
Sigh. Crazy people.
I should get back to writing.
You know, I'd always wondered how writers were smart enough to know how to tie in all the cryptic clues a good mystery (or complicated-plot) novel has, but then today, as I wove in some of my own cryptic clue threads, it hit me: It's easy because we know what's going to happen. So we can give little tiny clues and then twist them a bit, then totally put them through the wringer to end up with neat little secret hints thrown into the beginning and middle. Foreshadowing, too.
Back to the zombification of my small college town!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

::I'm a Liar!::

I never did write--much. Instead, I've been creating some wearbles from.. YARN. Hah.
Anyway.
I was going to post some huge, melodramatic thing saying how everyone finds other things more important than me, but whatever because one, it's been that way a while, two, it'd make me seem even more childish, and three.. Well, I've not exactly been there for everyone else for a while, what with sleeping all day.
So I guess I can't complain, really.
Back to scarf.
Later.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

Monday, October 26, 2009

::Ugh::

Life is dreadfully unfair. For many reasons. But my story now is only to say I've been sick for over a week with something that Mum is convinced is the flu. The normal flu, the one that has actually been proven to kill more people per *enter number of daysmonthsyears*. I've missed so much on-site school that I'm going to have to work my ass off to just get back to where I was.
Anyway.
I vividly remember something that was said that was distinctly funny, but now I can't remember. That's what happens when you sleep through literally two days.
Why are people--characters--on soap operas so naïve? Like Amanda on All My Children, who is literally about to be able to use that phrase, as she believes David will miraculously let her go to her husband if she has ANOTHER one of his demon spawn. And Kristina--ugh! She! Is! So! Stupid! I swear, I could kill her happily (in my perfect soap opera world where I love in my head) and move on with my life on the next beat. She not only stays with her physically, emotionally, mentally, and sexually abusive boyfriend (who is also so controlling and stalker-ish that it's just psycho), who she is convinced just loves her, but she also thinks that if Michael tells his dad that Claudia ordered the hit on him that took a year from Michael's life, their dad will call the police like a good man. Um, yeah, a mob boss who is over-protective of his children? He's not going to call the police. He's going to personally kill his new wife without another thought. Even if she was innocent. Which she's not.
So there was my little rant of the day.
What else? *thinks* Well, Grandma is hoarding all the Halloween candy for the trick-or-treaters, so Mum had to go get two bags of Snickers to make up for our lack of candy. Also, our fridge/freezer died. So now we have no food (except soup and whatnot).
The Harry Potter soundtracks, for all the movies (except the sixth, I don't have that one), are really dramatic. Like you expect every second, something bad is going to happen. It's really intense. I feel on-edge.
Speaking of Harry Potter, I'm on page 572 of the Goblet of Fire (again). And listening to the soundtrack with it makes me want to go back in time to see it in Imax again, when we were in the front row and the theater was FREEZING and it was like we were right in the movie. It was amazing. I can't wait for the seventh book movies. I'm going to dress for them. Hufflepuff all the way! The real question, though, is whether to stick to the real costume (er, from the movies), or to interpret it and make a gothic lolita version. It would be cute, and I'd be more likely to wear it than the real costume (er, parts of it), but it might just look too costume-y.
Ahaha! Introducing Colin! Tis funny. Whenever I think of Colin, I think of a small nine-year-old boy, though even when we first meet him, he is eleven--and always, of course, a year younger than Harry. Which is really hard to believe, since Rowling really makes it sound like he's eternally a nine-year-old.
*facepalm* Oh geez. Dueling Club. Remember Lockhart and Snape dueling? Yeah! It was great. Though the snake that came from it (well, Draco fighting a bit later with Harry) "attacked" a Hufflepuff. I'm really taking notice of what happens to all my Huffies in the books now. And frankly, there aren't enough of them. Though there are a LOT that are Sorted into Hufflepuff every book (well, every book that has Sorting in it).
What's up with everyone thinking Hufflepuff is the wimpy house, anyway? Sure, some of the students in it are wimpy, but they shouldn't tarnish the whole House's reputation. And really, other than that, the only other mention is when Harry meets Draco (not Sally--hah!) in Madame Malkin's and Draco says something like he'd die if he were Sorted into Hufflepuff. And come on, it's Draco--who, in the book, is very sexy, and in the movie becomes somewhat unattractive more and more--can we really trust what he says? No, we can't. Or we shouldn't.
Plus, we have Tonks! Or, we had Tonks.
Sigh. I'm still thinking a lot about which novel I should write for NaNoWriMo. I'm still heavily leaning on Metempsychosis, which is the novel I have in my NaNo profile, but my other ideas are just.. I really wish I could write five novels in one month and not go completely insane. Maybe if I somehow write the first in a week, I can go to the second. Then the second in that week, the third. Then finishing the third in that week, the fourth.. and the fifth squeezed into the last--oh, two days.
Yeah, that's what I'll do.
My order, then:
-Metempsychosis
-Untitled zombie apocalypse novel
-Murder City
-Someone is Awake
-Untitled novel about parallel universes
And then in April will come Tunnels--first the writing, and then the actual filming--for Script Frenzy.
Oh my. Scary-sounding drama.. must be--I was right. The Spiders. From Chamber of Secrets, which, if you couldn't already tell, I've been listening to the whole time.
Anyway, NaNo. Yeah. I need some more characters, and a bit stronger plot for novels 1, 2, and 5. The others each had a short but dedicated period of time of obsession, so those are completely thought-out, though somehow the others have more importance to write first.
I'm kind of excited for Screnzy, though, since I'll actually film Tunnels--though it kind of freaks me out to see that come to life. I still have a scar from the dream it came from, so.. Amped-up scary horror dream on film? And I'm probably going to be playing myself--come on, low-budget film? Yeah. I can't afford to pay good actors who will act like I want them to. The other, like, two characters (not including the mutilated corpses) can be played by friends/my love, since they'll listen to me.. hopefully.
Afterall, Kai hasn't texted me once in writing this. Which has been half an hour. Which was after another half an hour of not hearing from him. So, kinda sad. But he's busy. As always. Oh well.
Not to dwell.
Oh, goody, a plane is kind of crashing on TV. Which is one of my greatest fears, along with elevators and being slowly murdered and Kai dying.
Enough of that--I must bother my teacher for the work I've missed.
And I smell Dublin Iceland's ice. For some reason. Which makes me really, really miss skating.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous