It's Tuesday.

Therefore IDOL!!!!!

Adam Lambert is the most amazing person to come out of that show, and you know how much I love David Cook. I have a wall of David.

I would like to clarify that I will never have a wall of Adam, but I most likely would have voted for Adam if he was on last season, while secretly stock piling pictures of David Cook.

Oh Wow! I am a dork. But seriously, Adam Lambert soooo amazing.

Today I argued with my writing teacher over The Catcher in the Rye. Over whether or not it is a book about a teenager forced upon teens, or a book for teenagers, forced upon them by teachers who think it will be good for them.

Now I love Holden Caulfied and all of his messed up ways and wanting to know about the ducks peeks my interest, but honestly, its a book aimed toward adults. In 1951 there wasn't a teen fiction genre. And today, because the protagonist is a sixteen year old boy wondering around NYC, and because it was forced upon them as sixteen year olds, English teacher make us read it.

I didn't get it when I was 16, I didn't get anything when I was 16, I still wanted Harry and Hermione to get together when I was 16 (talk about confused!). To have to think about and analyze the life of a kid as messed up as Holden was 50 or 60 years ago is almost too much for a kid today to do. Not saying that teenagers as a whole are stupid (I just don't want them in my cafe eating my food when I have to go to class in a half hour), in fact most teenagers are smarter than many people believe. I have cousins, they way smarter than I was when I was their age.


My teacher wouldn't listen to my argument, because the first thing I said was "John Green said in an article in the Indy Star..." (linkage:http://www.indy.com/posts/meet-novelist-screenwriter-youtube-sensation-john-green)

I thought that having a, you know, award winning author back up my statements would make what i was saying better, but I honestly should have known better. He thinks that my reading view is strictly on John Green and Maureen Johnson, because that's what I've been reading lately (and because of John's videos I feel like I know him kind of).

I've read the classic "teen" books and I think they are missing what the more modern ones have, like that connection between what is happening in the characters life to the teens life. So much happened to Holden it's almost too much to take, but then someone like Margo Roth Spiegelman or Ginny in Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes has just enough complicated in their life that it connects more the reader, makes us want to know more.

Holden Caufield has this, but not for a 16 year old. It took me three times reading it before I got the big parts of the symbolism and themes and stuff.

I'm not trying to say The Catcher in the Rye is a bad book. It's a great book, a classic coming-of-age novel. BUT we shouldn't be forced to read it by teachers. It ruins the book.

arg!

So I have some dilemmas, the first is kind of an academic one. Mostly by the 30th of April I have to have a 140 page novel written, of which I've written 77 pages. So yea, I'm mostly stuck on where to go from the point that I'm at.
The book is mildly based on my emotional feelings, and at this point in the story, my main character has sort of passed my current emotional feelings, so I don't really know where to go next. It's hard to explain without giving away major moments of the book, and since I want to, like, do something with it eventually, I feel giving away major plot points may be a bad idea.

Secondly, is phone calls. My friend Jen, who currently is the only subscriber to this blog, keeps calling me to talk about important things. I as a friend, want to talk to her about these important things, because she did the same thing for me, however, I'm always hanging out with my friends, or at wal-mart,or a very special episode of House is on (I thought it was a repeat this week, but it wasn't. It was an important episode as far as television show episodes go), or sleeping when she calls and I feel bad because I can't have a regular conversation about what's going on. And I feel bad, and like a bad friend.
I mean I'm not trying to be a bad friend, I want to be there, but it's like I also feel bad saying no to my other friends that also want me around, and to convince them that washing your hair with bar soap isn't good. But I also need to be there for Jen in her time of need. And I'm kind of being a jerk to her, and I don't want to be. :( I is sorry Jen. I will call you later.

I've never been in the position where I have more that like 3 friends at a time, so friend time management isn't a skill I possess. When I had 3 friends we all hung out together, and only really hung out when we were at school or volleyball. Now I'm 22 and most of my friend live in the same building as me. And trying to make it so that I don't upset people by making plans with everyone when one friend really needs me and I don't want to be a jerk to my other friends that I'm physically hanging out with by talking to my other friend on the phone. And they get mad when they know I'm just sitting alone in my room doing nothing. But I'm normally not doing nothing because I have to write 70 pages in the next month!!! If I wasn't so damn weird in high school...

Thirdly, I really want a kitten, but the people I will be living with next year, are allergic to cats.

In an unrelated area... why do boys think its okay to wash their hair with bar soap? Seriously?
Why doesn't it occur to them that it's a bad idea? What do they think shampoo is for?

And that is the end of the story

Today is awesome because: I used body wash that smells like fruit loops today :)

I was boob grazed

I'm the President of my school's drama club.

This being said, you know can clearly picture most of my friends: drama nerds, video game boys, and the like.

We're putting on a performance of the Dr. Suess classic "The Lorax" on the 25th, and we started painting the sets today. John Mike (of the Video Game Boy variety of friend, also the kid who's car I pushed) is playing the Oncler, so we had to build him into a Oncler shack made of cardboard boxes.

John Mike is quite a bit taller that me, so while completely in cased in boxes with only arm holes, he pushed out and basically punched me in the boob. He was the only boy painting so he got super embarrassed and the four girls started laughing.

There was really no point to that story, but I felt the need to tell it because it was funny.

What else happened in my life???

I got really drunk yesterday, and ate a huge container of strawberries. That was fun.

Example of how big nerds my friends and I are. We call drinking "going to hogsmead" because it sounds cooler.

I hearts my friends.

Today is awesome because there was stuffing at dinner again today! And I got to paint a Truffula tree. :)

Today was maybe the most exciting day of spring break

Today, it rained. Like a lot. And I'm not a big fan of rain, but I got a call from Tabby asking me to go the mall with her, so I drove there. And I malled with Adam and Tabby, then went to The Holy Grail with them and Brittany.

And once again managed to do nothing that I was supposed to, except buy paint. Now tomorrow, I have to paint 15 boxes white, and go to the movies (because I already bought tickets) and meet up with Brit at 4ish. AND write my blog on blogs. Oh my life.

This wouldn't be such a sour deal if I like, you know, planned things further in advance, like more that 15 seconds.

EXAMPLE OF MY POOR TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS

Two days ago at work I had a ten minute break, I was hungry and I had to pee. I decided that food was more important than the possibility of wetting myself, so i bought starbursts and ate them outside. I totally could have eaten the starburst on the way or even in the bathroom. But no. I then clocked back in an less than a minute later really really had to pee, like bad.
I know this is kind of a ridiculous story, but it's just so you, as my reader, understand how badly I manage time.

What else is going on in my life...
I need to clean my room. I also I bought the two Harry Potter books I didn't own, the one about wild creatures and Quiddich. I'm excited about them.

I also still have to make my "I'm doing BEDA" vlog. I'll do that on Sunday when I have better lighting, or maybe before I head back up to school.

I still have so much to accomplish and only two days to do it. Where did my Spring Break go??

And that is the end of the story

goal for April: figure out how to put pictures in my blogs

Welcome to day to of BEDA!

I haven't made a video on my personal channel on youtube in like 2 months, so I think I'm going to do that tomorrow. Mostly telling people that I'm doing this, that seems like a plausible idea. (http://www.youtube.com/misuseofairqoutes if you're interested)

Yesterday I found 2 Hillary Duff CD's in my desk. This is mostly awesome, because now, way after her prime, it's a lot cooler to own them, like owning Hanson's Middle Of Nowhere album now, whereas it was not cool to own it in 1997.

I also found a photo I took my senior year of high school the day that the sprinklers didn't work so we got to go home early. It's pretty epic, five people sitting on skateboards going down a hill, three of which I don't talk to anymore. I feel the more pictures like this I find, the closer I'll get to the one I'm actually looking for. Which I'm in so I definitely didn't take, considering I was in fourth grade at the time.

I really want to find this picture, I think it will help me with writing my novel. Not that it like has magical powers or anything, just that I think having it in my hands will bring back the crazy emotions I really need to get through this part of my book. I'm pretty sure I'm stuck right now mostly because I'm not at my school desk where I normally work. There I have all the evidence I need staring me in the face. Maybe I'll head up the street tomorrow, since the snows all melted. Maybe going to the site of the accident will bring back enough to get me over this hump I'm stuck in.

Not that I want to go up there. I would rather spend my life completely avoiding the top half of this road for the rest of my life. My novel isn't even really about what happened in December. I started writing it way before then, I just think it makes it that much more real in my mind that I have that kind of experience to lean on.

Hopefully that makes at least a little bit of sense to someone randomly reading this that doesn't know what happened...



Well, I need to go find some clean socks and head off to work. Oh what fun.

Happy writing Beda-ers

And that is the end of the story

I think I'll work on focus for my next one :)

This first part is stolen from Maureen Johnson's blog (http://maureenjohnson.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html)

I commit to this idea and am determined to create something EVERY DAY in April, including weekends. Every day, I will find something to say. I embrace the reality that there is always something to talk about, if you are willing to take the time to look for it.

I, Deanna L Cooley, promise to blog every day in April.


One of these blogs is going to be a blog on blogs, going up on Saturday. You'll like it trust me.

Today, I don't really have much to talk about, which is most likely going to become a running theme, for proof this, check out the vlog every day November I did: (http://www.youtube.com/user/misuseofairqoutes)

I'm working on my novel pretty hard, maybe I'll post some of that eventually, or talk at lengths about how much I love American Idol and Micheal J Fox, because I am both a 12 year-old girl, and a creepy 22 year-old that loves the 80's too much.

Speaking of the much beloved MJF, he has a new book entitled: Always looking up, and adventure in incurable optimism. Which in his own words is both a short joke as well as a play on the word incurable. I feel I need this book, as well has his first one, Lucky Man, which I know surprises you that I don't own. But believe me I'm working on it. :)

On the American Idol front, I'm pretty sure I love Adam Lambert. Now, I still love David Cook, a lot, but I think if Adam and David were in the same season, Adam might take it.

David is going to performing on Idol tonight. I'm excited about this. Like a lot excited.

In other news, don't watch any of Hank Green's videos until he does he his Carrie Bradshaw punishment.

Talk to you all tomorrow

And that is the end of the story

Devilish, by Maureen Johnson

Yesterday after dinner I sat down to start reading a novel by Maureen Johnson. If you me, you will be aware that Maureen Johnson is my hero and my lady crush.

Anyway, I started reading Devilish, which when I read the back I was like "This is going to we weird." because basically the entire plot is a girl sells her soul to the devil to become popular after throwing up on some people in the middle of the most important school assembly of the year.

As I started to read this, I was like "maybe she doesn't mean the devil, maybe she means like 'popular kids.'" But no, twas the devil.

Three hours later I was done. The whole book, beating my finishing a book in sitting recorded, only getting up for food and bathroom breaks by 18 hours (Order of the Phoenix) .

Of the Maureen Johnson books I have read. This is the best. Better than the Lesbian book that I loved so much. (The Bermudez Triange I still recommend that one a lot as well. )

I'm really one to be excited about books with Devils and soul selling, but it was an amazing read. There were parts that hurt my brain, but Miss Johnson, really made the whole idea that someone could just sell there soul seem like an every day occurrence.

This book is wonderfully written and an amazingly quick read, which I wasn't expecting. Maureen Johnson made me do something I thought only J.K. Rowling was capable of.

http://www.maureenjohnsonbooks.com/index1.html <-- This is Maureen Johnson's website. Check it out. I'm fairly certain you won't be disappointed with any of her Novels. (I still have two to read, but I'm fairly certain they are also good :) )

BANANA GRENADE!!!

So I have this friend, and he is, well weird, but its an acceptable weird. Not like "hey that guy could grow up to kill people weird." It's more of a "I hope that guy doesn't hug me when I walk by."

Anyway, this friend and I were talking at dinner when for I don't remember why, but my closet in my suite came up.

It smells like vinegar.

My weird friend said "I know." Now the only logical thing I could think to say to this is "How much time do you spend in my closet?"

To which he replied something along the lines of "I spend a lot of time in there, waiting." (IRL he was there when my roommate was cleaning it, with vinegar. He's just weird not creepy.)

Then we talked about how funny it would be if someone wrote the words "Banana Grenade" on actually bananas, bit the end to open it, and threw them into rooms.

The answer to that is: really freakin' awesome. My weird friend my do this by hiding in my closet and jumping out at one of my suite mates and yelling "BANANA GRENADE." To which said suite mate would promptly wet themselves because there aren't supposed to be boys hiding in our coat closet.

Yeah, so that's my life...

OH!! and I'm now facebook friends with Maureen Johnson, who you may or may not know is my currently lady crush.


I love Maureen Johnson.