Snape?
NO, ME!
Every time someone asks me a question my immediate answer is Snape? NO ONE EVER GETS IT. Except you guys, because you guys are Made of Win.
Before I get into Blogging mode, Thank you very much Maggie for your comment yesterday. I'm glad you liked it, and publication is my eventual goal. Perhaps one day, you will receive a magical advanced Reader's copy. :)
Back to the blogging! In the quest to get sad crappy part time job, I had to make a phone call to my former boss. If I'm going to be 100% honest with you, I have probably have the weirdest collective group of friends anyone one person had. It includes my 11th grade English Teacher, Random Improv comics, my Former Boss, who is a legit CRAZY PERSON, and three people I've never met that live far, far away, and you guys, I've decided you guys are my friends. I hope you're okay with this.
The person I'm probably the closest to lives the farthest. I have no friends that are either a. my age or b. live within hang out for the day driving distance. most of them live in this box I'm typing into. How did this happen? How did I become that person with no "real life" friends? It's so weird to think about. Not that I don't truly love my Nerd Girls, but it's weird. I've never met them and yet it feels like I've known them forever in a good way.
Laura, wrote a post yesterday about this same thing, which is why I was thinking about it. If I was to sit down and think about this, Laura is my best friend. We talk almost all the time. Today we became Pen Pals, because we're awesome, and we've never met.
This was going to be about how I got a job and how weird My Former Boss is, so is SO WEIRD, but I love her.
Actual Google Massage chat we had while she was on the phone with my new employer:
HER: Are you a terrorist?
ME: Not that I'm aware of.
HER: OK.
HER Have you ever been trained or plotted terrorist actions?
ME: No, WTF are you talking about?
HER: Have you ever trained anyone in the ways of terrorist?
ME: still no, seriously WTF?
HER: Just the questions they're asking me. LOL
This was my background check I guess.
I think I've rambled about nothing long enough, right? *omnipresent voice* RIGHT! right.
My phone alarm went off, it says it's "Joe Walker in a dress time."
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because soon I'll be able to buy t-shirts and get an oil change!
Books read 36.
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Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
A little bit of writing
So yesterday, I said I would post some writing. Below is the 85th draft of the first chapter of the novel I've been writing since I was in 6th grade. Some form of this story has existed in my head/in countless notebooks since I was 12 or 13. This version contains a large amount of swearing, just so you know. I'd like to know what ya'll think. :)
From the Center of Our Universe (I may be changing this)
“Let’s get fucked up and die,” Rio sang horribly off key from atop his grey beast of a car, a Buick Century he rather sarcastically called “The Pearl,” not because of its boat-like shape and driving style. He just thought calling it “The Diamond” was overdoing it.
“I’m speaking figuratively of course!” I joined, from the hood. We were sixteen, but we could smell seventeen from that mid-September day. Both our birthdays were at the end of October. Nothing could stop us from living the lives we wanted then, Rio especially. We were carefree and innocent, as carefree and innocent as any high school junior could be. He spun onto his stomach and stared down the windshield at me, an almost full moon reflected off it into his face, making it hard to see his eyes.
“Like the last time I committed suicide,” he whispered.
“Social suicide,” Motion City Soundtrack finished. Rio never said that particular lyric. I didn’t understand why, it was one of the thousands of little quirks that Rio had.
I stared into his crayon green eyes, unblinking as the song continued, a sly smirk growing across this face. I’d fallen in love with that smirk in the summer before our seventh grade year. I don’t remember exactly why I remember the date, but I knew that at some point it would be of critical importance.
I had every detail of his smile memorized; the gap where his older brother, Harper, had punched out one of his eyeteeth peeked out at me. I giggled and spread out over the hood of his car. We listened in silence to the rest of the song. The best part was the beginning; there was no point in singing the rest of it. When it ended, and the sound of crickets was the only thing making noise around us, I felt Rio climb in through the driver’s window of The Pearl.
There was something oddly peaceful about our lake at night. The way the floodlights on the backside of the school, across the mirror black water lit up the middle school playground, making it glow almost heavenly. It was almost as if the chain link fence was covered in glitter at night. The moon even made a nearly perfect reflection into the lake, slightly distorted, but nearly perfect.
“Teagan,” Rio called from the driver’s seat. “It’s nearly ten, I should get you home. Your mom may change her mind about Layla’s party if I’m late getting you back again.”
“Fuck it, River,” I yelled, disturbing the peacefulness of the croaking frogs and crickets.
No one ever called Rio by his given name, not even his parents. He liked to pretend that he’d given himself his nickname because someone that dressed like him, in a beat up and burned jean jacket, with jeans cuffed to meet the high top of his red Chuck Taylor All Stars, didn’t have a “pansy” name like River. Being “Rio” was his slap in the face of society and self-fulfilling prophecies. His name wasn’t going to dictate the rest of his life.
Honestly, the story he made up was a lot more interesting than his mom’s mild insanity. His mom had named him after River Phoenix, but apparently, it’s bad luck to name your child after someone who dies of a drug overdose. She figured it would lead to a similar fate for him. Giving him the Spanish equivalent was the best thing she could think of, because calling him by his middle name, Gregory, would be excessively complicated, a lot of paperwork to file with the school district, or something.
The driver’s door of The Pearl slowly opened, making a rusty sound. I don’t really think rust actually makes a noise, but that’s what I thought of when that door opened, rust rubbing on rust. Rio climbed onto the hood next to me. “The lake does look quite pretty tonight,” he said
“It’s the moon. It’s always makes everything look more amazing.” I answered as his arm came to rest around my shoulder. My stomach did that sickening I-have-a-crush-on-him-but-shhhh back flip it always did when Rio got too close to me. “I’ll just tell my mom that we were on our way back and my phone was on silent so I didn’t know she called. She can’t get too upset being five minutes late on a Friday night.”
“If you say so,” I heard his voice through his crocked smile. “She’s just looking out for you, you know, being out at night with the dangerous Davenport boy. You never know what kind of shenanigans I’ll get you involved in.”
I placed my head against his chest, letting the knot in my stomach tighten. “It’s not like I haven’t been hanging out with you every day since we were five. I mean, she should get by now that you’re not going to kill me.”
“Parents are hard to convince sometimes,” he said in a way that made me believe that there was nothing Rio didn’t know, like he’d lived a thousand past lives. “Maybe in another twelve years she’ll start to trust me.”
“Maybe, you can never tell with Rebecca, though. How long has she been pissed at your mom now?”
“Like twenty years,” Rio laughed. “Old cheerleading rivalries die hard in Kurtwood.”
I heard my cell phone vibrate on the passenger’s seat of The Pearl, then turned Rio’s arm to see the time: 10:02. A deep sigh escaped my lungs.
“If you don’t answer that, your mom’s going to send a search party out for you,” he said taking his arm back and sliding off the car. I rolled my eyes, as I slid off the opposite side.
My mom had always been strict about rules: home by eight on school nights, ten on weekends, call even if you’re going to be ten seconds late. It was ridiculous. My sister never had to deal with the crap my parents did to me. I’d never done anything that would lead her to distrust me, but then again I was best friends with the middle Davenport boy.
“Just drive, Rio. We’ll be back before she calls again.”
“If she tries to murder me with a spoon for kidnapping you, I hope you’ll jump in front of me.”
“I always do.”
I turned to watch him as he drove. It was painfully obvious how I felt about him, yet he seemed to ignore it. I guess he didn’t want anything to change, in a way I didn’t really want it to change either. It would have messed up our whole relationship. I mean, we’d been friends since preschool. I couldn’t go around playing with relationship that runs deep like that. We were friends before boys and girls were even supposed to like each other. But there is always something that draws the messed-up kids together. Not that we were actually messed up when we were five, but I think, subconsciously we knew our families would drive both of us completely insane.
Rio slid The Pearl seamlessly around the sharp curve and into my driveway.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” I whispered, opening the door. “Layla’s birthday party is a little bit more important than whatever my mom’s going to make me do. I’ll escape.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Teag,” Rio warned, as I closed the rusty door. I stood by our never used basketball hoop as he backed out of the driveway, watching the headlights as they slowly moved down my body and out into the road, turned, and illuminated the trees and rocks across the street.
____
If you would like to read more I have it posted online here: http://www.webook.com/project/From-the-Center-of-Our-Universe-1
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because I'm one chapter closer to actually finishing a complete draft of "Universe," and I actually like it. :)
Books read 36
Currently between books.
From the Center of Our Universe (I may be changing this)
“Let’s get fucked up and die,” Rio sang horribly off key from atop his grey beast of a car, a Buick Century he rather sarcastically called “The Pearl,” not because of its boat-like shape and driving style. He just thought calling it “The Diamond” was overdoing it.
“I’m speaking figuratively of course!” I joined, from the hood. We were sixteen, but we could smell seventeen from that mid-September day. Both our birthdays were at the end of October. Nothing could stop us from living the lives we wanted then, Rio especially. We were carefree and innocent, as carefree and innocent as any high school junior could be. He spun onto his stomach and stared down the windshield at me, an almost full moon reflected off it into his face, making it hard to see his eyes.
“Like the last time I committed suicide,” he whispered.
“Social suicide,” Motion City Soundtrack finished. Rio never said that particular lyric. I didn’t understand why, it was one of the thousands of little quirks that Rio had.
I stared into his crayon green eyes, unblinking as the song continued, a sly smirk growing across this face. I’d fallen in love with that smirk in the summer before our seventh grade year. I don’t remember exactly why I remember the date, but I knew that at some point it would be of critical importance.
I had every detail of his smile memorized; the gap where his older brother, Harper, had punched out one of his eyeteeth peeked out at me. I giggled and spread out over the hood of his car. We listened in silence to the rest of the song. The best part was the beginning; there was no point in singing the rest of it. When it ended, and the sound of crickets was the only thing making noise around us, I felt Rio climb in through the driver’s window of The Pearl.
There was something oddly peaceful about our lake at night. The way the floodlights on the backside of the school, across the mirror black water lit up the middle school playground, making it glow almost heavenly. It was almost as if the chain link fence was covered in glitter at night. The moon even made a nearly perfect reflection into the lake, slightly distorted, but nearly perfect.
“Teagan,” Rio called from the driver’s seat. “It’s nearly ten, I should get you home. Your mom may change her mind about Layla’s party if I’m late getting you back again.”
“Fuck it, River,” I yelled, disturbing the peacefulness of the croaking frogs and crickets.
No one ever called Rio by his given name, not even his parents. He liked to pretend that he’d given himself his nickname because someone that dressed like him, in a beat up and burned jean jacket, with jeans cuffed to meet the high top of his red Chuck Taylor All Stars, didn’t have a “pansy” name like River. Being “Rio” was his slap in the face of society and self-fulfilling prophecies. His name wasn’t going to dictate the rest of his life.
Honestly, the story he made up was a lot more interesting than his mom’s mild insanity. His mom had named him after River Phoenix, but apparently, it’s bad luck to name your child after someone who dies of a drug overdose. She figured it would lead to a similar fate for him. Giving him the Spanish equivalent was the best thing she could think of, because calling him by his middle name, Gregory, would be excessively complicated, a lot of paperwork to file with the school district, or something.
The driver’s door of The Pearl slowly opened, making a rusty sound. I don’t really think rust actually makes a noise, but that’s what I thought of when that door opened, rust rubbing on rust. Rio climbed onto the hood next to me. “The lake does look quite pretty tonight,” he said
“It’s the moon. It’s always makes everything look more amazing.” I answered as his arm came to rest around my shoulder. My stomach did that sickening I-have-a-crush-on-him-but-shhhh back flip it always did when Rio got too close to me. “I’ll just tell my mom that we were on our way back and my phone was on silent so I didn’t know she called. She can’t get too upset being five minutes late on a Friday night.”
“If you say so,” I heard his voice through his crocked smile. “She’s just looking out for you, you know, being out at night with the dangerous Davenport boy. You never know what kind of shenanigans I’ll get you involved in.”
I placed my head against his chest, letting the knot in my stomach tighten. “It’s not like I haven’t been hanging out with you every day since we were five. I mean, she should get by now that you’re not going to kill me.”
“Parents are hard to convince sometimes,” he said in a way that made me believe that there was nothing Rio didn’t know, like he’d lived a thousand past lives. “Maybe in another twelve years she’ll start to trust me.”
“Maybe, you can never tell with Rebecca, though. How long has she been pissed at your mom now?”
“Like twenty years,” Rio laughed. “Old cheerleading rivalries die hard in Kurtwood.”
I heard my cell phone vibrate on the passenger’s seat of The Pearl, then turned Rio’s arm to see the time: 10:02. A deep sigh escaped my lungs.
“If you don’t answer that, your mom’s going to send a search party out for you,” he said taking his arm back and sliding off the car. I rolled my eyes, as I slid off the opposite side.
My mom had always been strict about rules: home by eight on school nights, ten on weekends, call even if you’re going to be ten seconds late. It was ridiculous. My sister never had to deal with the crap my parents did to me. I’d never done anything that would lead her to distrust me, but then again I was best friends with the middle Davenport boy.
“Just drive, Rio. We’ll be back before she calls again.”
“If she tries to murder me with a spoon for kidnapping you, I hope you’ll jump in front of me.”
“I always do.”
I turned to watch him as he drove. It was painfully obvious how I felt about him, yet he seemed to ignore it. I guess he didn’t want anything to change, in a way I didn’t really want it to change either. It would have messed up our whole relationship. I mean, we’d been friends since preschool. I couldn’t go around playing with relationship that runs deep like that. We were friends before boys and girls were even supposed to like each other. But there is always something that draws the messed-up kids together. Not that we were actually messed up when we were five, but I think, subconsciously we knew our families would drive both of us completely insane.
Rio slid The Pearl seamlessly around the sharp curve and into my driveway.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” I whispered, opening the door. “Layla’s birthday party is a little bit more important than whatever my mom’s going to make me do. I’ll escape.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Teag,” Rio warned, as I closed the rusty door. I stood by our never used basketball hoop as he backed out of the driveway, watching the headlights as they slowly moved down my body and out into the road, turned, and illuminated the trees and rocks across the street.
____
If you would like to read more I have it posted online here: http://www.webook.com/project/From-the-Center-of-Our-Universe-1
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because I'm one chapter closer to actually finishing a complete draft of "Universe," and I actually like it. :)
Books read 36
Currently between books.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Everyone is posting pictures of cats!
I was reading the BEDA's that have been posted today so far, and it seems that EVERYONE is posting adorable cat pictures. This makes me miss my cat even more.
My cat, Neville, I believe I've talked about him before and how he ran away, is the best cat of all time. I know everyone thinks this, but Neville, much like his namesake, was a totally BAMF. He used to beat up our dog and kill mice, squirrels, frogs, and one time, he ATE A SNAKE. I rescued him, when he was a baby, his previous owners broke his back legs, and he was four months old when I got him.
Neville, the most adorable BAMF ever.
My parents seem to believe that he has died. I still believe that he will come back, but today my grandmother sent y mom and e-mail telling her she could keep the kitten we got her for mother's day. So, we took in Spencer, so named after the elder brother of the title character of Maureen Johnson's latest novel Scarlet Fever.
Since moving into our home, little Spencer has spent 3 hours hiding in our bathtub terrified of our giant dog. It would be funny if Loakie (the dog) didn't keep trying to lick him. He also doesn't want the cat to play with his toys. Loakie is a horrible dog, in case you were wondering.
I really miss Neville. He was so awesome, and I really hope he isn't dead, but if he doesn't come home, I hope that whomever has him is good to him. I just want him to come back to where he belongs. I hope that if he does, he doesn't think that I've replaced him. There's no replacing Neville. Spencer is just another kitten that needed a home, much like Nevz was when my dad almost backed him over with the Uhaul truck.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because Spencer is trying to catch a fly, and it may be the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Books read 35
Currently reading: 20 boy summer by Sarah Ockler
Friday, August 6, 2010
And on Friday, Nothing Happened.
Seriously, I have to be the single most boring 23 year old in the world.
I can imagine all the other cool people going out on Friday night, drinking, or clubbing, or watching {Harry Potter} movies with a large group of friends, or just hanging out. I honestly can't remember the last time I did something on a Friday night that wasn't sitting alone in my room. This saddens me greatly.
It's not like I don't want to go out, have fun, met people, have friends, but it's like, I don't know how to do that, or I'm afraid. It's been so long since I've been able to meet someone IRL and be friends with them. The friends I had in college kind of came to me I guess, it's a weird story. I've never been good at making friends, and I suck even worse at keeping them. Every time I'm around a group of people I hear the words of my former best friend saying "You're just to weird to even fucking exist." This was something she used to say all the time. Looking back I have no idea why we were friends in the first place, but whatever. It's become a kind of self fulfilling prophecy. I heard it so many times that I didn't bother to try anymore.
I guess I'm just tired of feeling sorry for myself. I'm sick of being the person that no one talks to because they think I'm weird. Yes, I'm incredibly socially awkward, but no, there's really nothing I can do about it. I mean, I'm less awkward than I was a year ago, I can actually look at people when I talk to them now! Getting away from that girl was probably the best thing I ever did for myself. No, she wasn't the reason for most of my social problems, but she wasn't exactly helping either.
I really don't want this post to be about her.
I'm tired of being that person. I'm tired of being the background but I don't know how to make it so that I'm in the spotlight. I hate yelling "Hey Look At Me!" but I feel like I might have to. Maybe that's what I have to do to be noticed or liked or at least not ignored.
Anyway, sorry for the "poor me" post, I'll do my best to be less annoying and whiny. I'm not normally annoying and whiny, but in this first week of BEDA that seems to be the Deanna ya'll are getting, Sorry 'bout that.
As always, if you have weird questions, or anything like that I would love to answer them tomorrow. Thank you guys for reading. :)
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because I figured out how to get the video from my camera onto youtube, and I posted THIS video of Stranger Than Fiction. It's a really funny song about Rainbows and Square dancing :)
Books read 35
currently reading: 20 Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler
I can imagine all the other cool people going out on Friday night, drinking, or clubbing, or watching {Harry Potter} movies with a large group of friends, or just hanging out. I honestly can't remember the last time I did something on a Friday night that wasn't sitting alone in my room. This saddens me greatly.
It's not like I don't want to go out, have fun, met people, have friends, but it's like, I don't know how to do that, or I'm afraid. It's been so long since I've been able to meet someone IRL and be friends with them. The friends I had in college kind of came to me I guess, it's a weird story. I've never been good at making friends, and I suck even worse at keeping them. Every time I'm around a group of people I hear the words of my former best friend saying "You're just to weird to even fucking exist." This was something she used to say all the time. Looking back I have no idea why we were friends in the first place, but whatever. It's become a kind of self fulfilling prophecy. I heard it so many times that I didn't bother to try anymore.
I guess I'm just tired of feeling sorry for myself. I'm sick of being the person that no one talks to because they think I'm weird. Yes, I'm incredibly socially awkward, but no, there's really nothing I can do about it. I mean, I'm less awkward than I was a year ago, I can actually look at people when I talk to them now! Getting away from that girl was probably the best thing I ever did for myself. No, she wasn't the reason for most of my social problems, but she wasn't exactly helping either.
I really don't want this post to be about her.
I'm tired of being that person. I'm tired of being the background but I don't know how to make it so that I'm in the spotlight. I hate yelling "Hey Look At Me!" but I feel like I might have to. Maybe that's what I have to do to be noticed or liked or at least not ignored.
Anyway, sorry for the "poor me" post, I'll do my best to be less annoying and whiny. I'm not normally annoying and whiny, but in this first week of BEDA that seems to be the Deanna ya'll are getting, Sorry 'bout that.
As always, if you have weird questions, or anything like that I would love to answer them tomorrow. Thank you guys for reading. :)
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because I figured out how to get the video from my camera onto youtube, and I posted THIS video of Stranger Than Fiction. It's a really funny song about Rainbows and Square dancing :)
Books read 35
currently reading: 20 Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Less angst, I'm getting too old for this shit.
Firstly, thanks for the nice comments on yesterday's post. Sorry to get all angst-y and complain-y and annoying, but sometimes, I need an outlet. This is why normal people have best friends.
Maggie asked to be facebook friends in the comments yesterday, and I accept. I would love to be facebook friends with you, thanks :) I've really enjoyed reading all the other BEDA blogs out there. It makes me feel like I'm a part of something, and recently, well, for a long time, I haven't felt like I belonged anywhere.
Anyways, I was asked on Tuesday's post by Nick who my favorite youtuber was and why. This makes me want to tell the story of how I got into youtube. I feel that it's a story very similar to almost everyone else's story, but I'm telling it anyway.
One September day in 2008, my friend Jen sent me a youtube link in an AIM message saying: You love Harry Potter, you'll love this. I spent the next 4 days watching every single VlogBrother video up to that point. From John and Hank started to watch the 5 awesome Girls and Guys and officially became a part of Nerdfighteria. Through watching both 5AG's I started watching videos by people they recommended and found the person that I have to say makes my favorite videos. That person is JustMargaret. I LOVE her. She's funny and nerdy and reminds me of someone that I would be friends with in real life. So if I had to pick a favorite person on the Tubes, it's Margaret.
In completely unrelated news, Emma Watson, who plays Hermione in the Harry Potter movies, cut all her hair off, and apparently, its a HUGE deal on Tumblr.
Maggie asked to be facebook friends in the comments yesterday, and I accept. I would love to be facebook friends with you, thanks :) I've really enjoyed reading all the other BEDA blogs out there. It makes me feel like I'm a part of something, and recently, well, for a long time, I haven't felt like I belonged anywhere.
Anyways, I was asked on Tuesday's post by Nick who my favorite youtuber was and why. This makes me want to tell the story of how I got into youtube. I feel that it's a story very similar to almost everyone else's story, but I'm telling it anyway.
One September day in 2008, my friend Jen sent me a youtube link in an AIM message saying: You love Harry Potter, you'll love this. I spent the next 4 days watching every single VlogBrother video up to that point. From John and Hank started to watch the 5 awesome Girls and Guys and officially became a part of Nerdfighteria. Through watching both 5AG's I started watching videos by people they recommended and found the person that I have to say makes my favorite videos. That person is JustMargaret. I LOVE her. She's funny and nerdy and reminds me of someone that I would be friends with in real life. So if I had to pick a favorite person on the Tubes, it's Margaret.
In completely unrelated news, Emma Watson, who plays Hermione in the Harry Potter movies, cut all her hair off, and apparently, its a HUGE deal on Tumblr.
Everyone else in the HP cast is changing their hair, but OMG the girl did it, life has ended. For the record, I think it looks nice Emma. Some girls can't pull off short hair, and I think she does it wonderfully. It's a big change from Hermione, which, honestly is the best thing she can do right now.
And the fact that Joey Richter, who plays Ron in the Musical, looks like Chip Skylark from the Fairly Odd Parents and MAY be putting together a Youtube Video in which he sings "My Shiny Teeth and Me." I will keep you all updated on that awesome piece of news, because, frankly, I'm far too excited about it.
This is Chip Skylark, in case you didn't know.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because of you guys reading this blog. It felt nice to have people I don't know say "Hey it's going to be okay, chin up." I makes me feel like a person again. Thank you guys, really
Books Read 35
Currently Reading: 20 Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I hate living here
It should be noted, that I live with my parents. I hate being here. I hate being around them, I always have, as long as I can remember. I don't want to live here, but seeing as I can't get a job, and I have no friends, I can't live anywhere else. The only thing I had to talk to, was my cat Neville, and he ran away, or died, or something. I haven't seen him since Friday.
Anyway, I want to spend the smallest amount of time possible around my parents. So, needless to say, I spend a lot of time in my room on the computer or reading. Since I have no actual people friends, I drown myself worlds that only exist inside other people's imagination.
Today I was eating dinner and my mom walks into the room, sees me and throws a newspaper at me, and says: Read this there's an article about how one of the restaurant in town lost it's liquor licence because of the accident. I put the paper down on the table because I have no interest in the subject and she freaks out and asks me what my problem is.
The accident, happened about a year and a half ago, a kid I went to middle school with was killed whilst driving too fast after drinking too much. I live in a small town, it was all anyone talked about for, like, a year. And my mom doesn't get that it bothers me when she talks about it like it's just some person I didn't know. But it is a person I knew, it's a person that shows up in the "People you may know" section of my facebook all the time. A person I spent seven years of my life with every week day between September and June. He was the first person my own age that I knew to die. She just doesn't get that. I don't want to read news paper articles about it, I don't want to drive down the road to see the new memorial. I don't want to listen to people talk about it all the time. And she doesn't fucking get it.
Yes, it was a year and a half ago. No, I'm not over it. No, he wasn't my friend. No, I didn't even like him all that much. Yes, the last time I saw him he waved to me and I hid behind my now former best friend. But whatever, stop talking about it like I'm not supposed to care anymore. Because I do, and I always will.
I'm sick of being told I'm lazy and doing nothing. I'm sick of being told I'm not good enough, or smart enough to do things. I'm sick of living with a group of people I can't stand. I want to get out of here. I hate when I'm told I'm not trying hard enough to get a job, because, seriously, no one wants a job more than I do. I want to get out of here and never look back.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
I'll answer the questions that were left on Yesterday's post tomorrow.
Anyway, I want to spend the smallest amount of time possible around my parents. So, needless to say, I spend a lot of time in my room on the computer or reading. Since I have no actual people friends, I drown myself worlds that only exist inside other people's imagination.
Today I was eating dinner and my mom walks into the room, sees me and throws a newspaper at me, and says: Read this there's an article about how one of the restaurant in town lost it's liquor licence because of the accident. I put the paper down on the table because I have no interest in the subject and she freaks out and asks me what my problem is.
The accident, happened about a year and a half ago, a kid I went to middle school with was killed whilst driving too fast after drinking too much. I live in a small town, it was all anyone talked about for, like, a year. And my mom doesn't get that it bothers me when she talks about it like it's just some person I didn't know. But it is a person I knew, it's a person that shows up in the "People you may know" section of my facebook all the time. A person I spent seven years of my life with every week day between September and June. He was the first person my own age that I knew to die. She just doesn't get that. I don't want to read news paper articles about it, I don't want to drive down the road to see the new memorial. I don't want to listen to people talk about it all the time. And she doesn't fucking get it.
Yes, it was a year and a half ago. No, I'm not over it. No, he wasn't my friend. No, I didn't even like him all that much. Yes, the last time I saw him he waved to me and I hid behind my now former best friend. But whatever, stop talking about it like I'm not supposed to care anymore. Because I do, and I always will.
I'm sick of being told I'm lazy and doing nothing. I'm sick of being told I'm not good enough, or smart enough to do things. I'm sick of living with a group of people I can't stand. I want to get out of here. I hate when I'm told I'm not trying hard enough to get a job, because, seriously, no one wants a job more than I do. I want to get out of here and never look back.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
I'll answer the questions that were left on Yesterday's post tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Questions Answered
I shall now answer your burning questions.
Rachel asked what kind of music I listen to, which is probably the hardest question I will ever have to answer. In truth, there isn't really a genre that I listen to more than others, well, maybe Wizard Rock, according to Itunes that is the genre that I have the most songs of, but I listen to a lot of everything. My favorite band is The Who, I've loved them forever, but I also really love Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers and Motion City Soundtrack. These three bands are completely different and in no way interconnected. The music that I listen can vary daily. I think it has something to do with the time we live in. With the access to the Internet and all different kinds of music and artists its hard to really pick one that you like more than anything.
I hope that makes sense.
Hannah and Vita both commented on how in my bio it says "I make Harry Potter references at inappropriate times." This steams from most of my sophomore year of college when I decided that EVERYTHING could, in fact be made into a HP reference. I do, however, agree with you, there is NO wrong time to make a Harry Potter reference, and with the musicals, it makes it SO much easier, everything is now a Harry Potter reference and I love it.
In the novel I'm writing I have a character that outwardly seems like, basically, a moron, but she has some of the more important "lines" in the book; the ones that change the course of the story or bring out a plot point. I am determined to make every single one of these thing a Harry Potter related sentence.
I loved that people actually asked questions!! This is why I love BEDA its such a great blogging community. I'm really enjoying reading everyone's blogs, and I hope that I'm at least a little bit entertaining. Again, if anyone has any questions about anything, me, life, quantum physics, leave them in the comments and I'll do my best to answer them tomorrow.
I am now off to the weekly Improv show that I go to. I'll tell ya'll about it tomorrow, hopefully I'll have pictures.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because Tuesday = Jake Ryan day :)
books read 35
currently reading: 20 Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler
Rachel asked what kind of music I listen to, which is probably the hardest question I will ever have to answer. In truth, there isn't really a genre that I listen to more than others, well, maybe Wizard Rock, according to Itunes that is the genre that I have the most songs of, but I listen to a lot of everything. My favorite band is The Who, I've loved them forever, but I also really love Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers and Motion City Soundtrack. These three bands are completely different and in no way interconnected. The music that I listen can vary daily. I think it has something to do with the time we live in. With the access to the Internet and all different kinds of music and artists its hard to really pick one that you like more than anything.
I hope that makes sense.
Hannah and Vita both commented on how in my bio it says "I make Harry Potter references at inappropriate times." This steams from most of my sophomore year of college when I decided that EVERYTHING could, in fact be made into a HP reference. I do, however, agree with you, there is NO wrong time to make a Harry Potter reference, and with the musicals, it makes it SO much easier, everything is now a Harry Potter reference and I love it.
In the novel I'm writing I have a character that outwardly seems like, basically, a moron, but she has some of the more important "lines" in the book; the ones that change the course of the story or bring out a plot point. I am determined to make every single one of these thing a Harry Potter related sentence.
I loved that people actually asked questions!! This is why I love BEDA its such a great blogging community. I'm really enjoying reading everyone's blogs, and I hope that I'm at least a little bit entertaining. Again, if anyone has any questions about anything, me, life, quantum physics, leave them in the comments and I'll do my best to answer them tomorrow.
I am now off to the weekly Improv show that I go to. I'll tell ya'll about it tomorrow, hopefully I'll have pictures.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because Tuesday = Jake Ryan day :)
books read 35
currently reading: 20 Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler
Monday, August 2, 2010
A day late, but hey, you should know who I am
I was reading a bunch of the BEDA/ Blaugust posts that my fellow bloggers wrote yesterday, and I feel that I should introduce myself to anyone who has never read my blog before.
I am Deanna, I'm 23 and a HUGE nerd. Most of the Nerdyness revolves around Harry Potter.
I'm trying to become a writer, I'm really working on it. I'm like 98% done the first draft of a novel I've been writing for a while now. There's maybe, like, two, possibly three, chapters that I need to write. I just can't seen to get it.
I LOVE Maureen Johnson, not just for her books but for the person that she is; on twitter anyway. It gives me hope that I'm not too weird to exist, as some people that I have somehow managed to be best friends with in my life has suggested.
I have a huge crush on a person that I will refer to as Jake Ryan in this blog, because I love 80's movies. Unlike the real Jake Ryan, he knows I exist, I just don't really think he cares all that much.
This is my Desktop Wallpaper:
What else... umm, I'm a Gryffindor. I like to speak in code names, but I really don't hang out with enough people in the course of my life to list them.
If there is anything else you, people of BEDA would like to know, ask away! I'll answer any questions either in the comments on Tomorrow.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
(oh, I'll explain this. I'm a fan of John Irving novels, I mean, what 23 year old girl isn't! JKs no other 23 year old girl is. Anyway in A Widow For One Year, there is a guy that writes children's books, and that's how all of them end. So I've been ending my blogs with "And that is the end of the story since 2004, when I first read it. It's in ALL CAPS because of another John Irving Novel: A Prayer for Owen Meany.)
Today is awesome because I think it's raining, it hasn't rained in, like FOREVER, and rain may make my cat come back.
Books Read in 2010: 35
Currently Reading: 20 boy summer by sarah ockler
I am Deanna, I'm 23 and a HUGE nerd. Most of the Nerdyness revolves around Harry Potter.
I'm trying to become a writer, I'm really working on it. I'm like 98% done the first draft of a novel I've been writing for a while now. There's maybe, like, two, possibly three, chapters that I need to write. I just can't seen to get it.
I LOVE Maureen Johnson, not just for her books but for the person that she is; on twitter anyway. It gives me hope that I'm not too weird to exist, as some people that I have somehow managed to be best friends with in my life has suggested.
I have a huge crush on a person that I will refer to as Jake Ryan in this blog, because I love 80's movies. Unlike the real Jake Ryan, he knows I exist, I just don't really think he cares all that much.
This is my Desktop Wallpaper:
What else... umm, I'm a Gryffindor. I like to speak in code names, but I really don't hang out with enough people in the course of my life to list them.
If there is anything else you, people of BEDA would like to know, ask away! I'll answer any questions either in the comments on Tomorrow.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
(oh, I'll explain this. I'm a fan of John Irving novels, I mean, what 23 year old girl isn't! JKs no other 23 year old girl is. Anyway in A Widow For One Year, there is a guy that writes children's books, and that's how all of them end. So I've been ending my blogs with "And that is the end of the story since 2004, when I first read it. It's in ALL CAPS because of another John Irving Novel: A Prayer for Owen Meany.)
Today is awesome because I think it's raining, it hasn't rained in, like FOREVER, and rain may make my cat come back.
Books Read in 2010: 35
Currently Reading: 20 boy summer by sarah ockler
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Blaugust
Welcome to what I'm going to call "Blaugust," a term I stole from one of my friends because I thought it was funny.
Honestly, my life isn't that exciting, and recently I've been in this weird uncreative rut. It sucks. I want to blame Harry Potter, and A Very Potter Sequel, but I honestly can't. The rut started before the Sequel debuted on YouTube. I haven't really read anything either, which is weird for me. I'm ALWAYS reading.
I'm currently downloading AVPM off YouTube, I downloaded the Sequel earlier, the first one is giving me some serious issues. I honestly hope my life gets more interesting so I have something to actually, you know, blog about. I'm fully committed to Blogging Every Day in August. I just hope that there are few days like this one, and lots where I have things to say.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because I learned how to rip youtube videos which is Probably illegal, but whatever.
Books read 35
Honestly, my life isn't that exciting, and recently I've been in this weird uncreative rut. It sucks. I want to blame Harry Potter, and A Very Potter Sequel, but I honestly can't. The rut started before the Sequel debuted on YouTube. I haven't really read anything either, which is weird for me. I'm ALWAYS reading.
I'm currently downloading AVPM off YouTube, I downloaded the Sequel earlier, the first one is giving me some serious issues. I honestly hope my life gets more interesting so I have something to actually, you know, blog about. I'm fully committed to Blogging Every Day in August. I just hope that there are few days like this one, and lots where I have things to say.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
Today is awesome because I learned how to rip youtube videos which is Probably illegal, but whatever.
Books read 35
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