Let's do this

I had a plan for this blog, but then I read Kristina's blog today, and I want to copy her. So I'm going to.

BUT FIRST!
I was working today, and this woman and her daughter (aged 5 or 6ish) came through my line, the girl was being kind of whiny and childlike, not overly annoying, but annoying enough. The girl was asking to hold things and stuff and I could tell that the mom was getting really annoyed. This behavior had been going on for most of the store, I guess. The mom was trying to punch in her PIN and the girl started to pull on the ladies coat, and saying "Mommy, I want to press the buttons!" The mother looked down at the little girl and said "Oh My God, Hermione, shut up." The little girl crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

I almost wet myself and bit the inside of my mouth until it started to bleed, to keep myself from laughing.

The most important part of that story is that there are 5 and 6 year old children in the world named Hermione; and although she may not be named after the character in Harry Potter, I'm just going to assume she is. I hope one day that girl grows up to be the cleverest witch of her age. And that woman, most likely un-knowingly, since she was, like 35, gets to make AVPM references all day, everyday.

Back to copying Kristina Horner:
She wrote about her life 10 years ago. In December, everyone on twitter was talking about what they were like in the year 2000 I sent couple tweets that looked a lot like this: #10yearsago I was 13, had a huge crush on that Lab Tech on CSI, Greg, Fave Song was Pin Ball Wizard by The Who, I had a freakishly large Zac Hanson poster and my favorite movie was Back To The Future, and I couldn't WAIT for Order of the Phoenix
I then sent out a tweet that went something like this: As apposed to know, were Greg is no longer in the Lab, but a real CSI, my Hanson poster contains all three brothers and all the Harry Potter books have been released.  #ImthesamepersonIwaswhenIwas13.

I remember reading the tweets of the people I get to my phone, as we weren't cool enough to have Internet in the apartment. A lot of people were saying things like "Ten years ago I was deciding if I wanted to be in television or become a teacher." (became a teacher, if you were wondering) or "ten years ago I was a cheerleader, now I want to kill all cheerleaders"

I bring this up, because looking back at my life, my interests haven't changed very much. However, I don't think that 13 year old Deanna would like 23 year old Deanna, I also think 13 year old Deanna would call me a nerd and probably kick me, because 13 year old Deanna was a bitch, she was also a nerd, but intolerant of other nerds, because she was the BEST nerd EVER.

I've always been a nerd, and I wore my nerd with pride, unashamed that I was weirder than anyone that had ever existed. (I've decided that this is a fact.) My post it note days were only a year away, but I did carry around little boxes for key chains that played music (Oh the nineties)  I had a B*Witched one and a SClub 7 one is I remember correctly. I also got them taken away a lot, because they would go off at random times. I carried unnecessary things and had a posters of both Michael J Fox and Zac Hanson in my locker.

I was not yet friends with the girl that would lead to my belief that being weird and strange was a bad thing, so I was just out there being me and not caring about it. I kind of miss that kid. My backward baseball cap days. I have a picture of 13 year old me, I'm at a formal, so no hat but here:

I'm the one with the glasses, the other girl is Queen Elizabeth I (inside jokes)

I look exactly the same, well i got new glasses, and I have braces in that picture, but I look exactly the same.

In her blog Kristina talked about how different she was as a young teen, and we're for the purposes of this blog, the same age (I'm a year older than her IRL). I just can't help looking at myself and seeing an nearly identical person. Everyone around me figured I'd grow out of the "Harry Potter thing" I always figured my weird obsession with MJF would eventually fade, but there is now "growing out of Harry Potter" and from where I sit, I can see hanging in my closet this outfit:

without MJF in it, obvs.

Thinking about how we're supposed to "grow up" and change and evolve as people, and seeing that I still love the same things just as passionately, if not MORE passionately than I did when I was 13 makes me wonder if I something is wrong with me. Or maybe there is just something so great about the things I loved when I was a kid, that I never should let go of it.

I don't know, what do you guys think?

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome because, well, mostly because the inside of my face still hurts from that child being told to shut up.

Books Read 36

Currently have 4 chapters left of Skinny by Ibi Kalisk (I'm usually a much faster reader.)

There is no happy medium.

As the final week of BEDA begins, I find myself having tons that I want to say, but I'm not really sure how it would fit into a blog, or if it really even makes sense.

As I'm sure you've noticed I blog mostly about how random my friends are and my general life, but I feel that I can be a deeper blogger if I didn't have to do it everyday. But then when I don't have to blog, I only blog when VGB says something ridiculous. Like that he parks under street lamps so that when the meteor comes it will deflect off the lamp post and not hit his car. (Untrue, and we totally didn't let him win this debate.)

In by blogging life I want to be more like the topic blogger, that like does research and really thinks about what they are going to say. I mean I do this when I'm writing my novel or papers for school, but when I open up a new blog I just can't find the focus.

I have a feeling this may come from hanging around a group of boys with very short attention spans. I feel this brings my short attention span to the forefront of head. I kind of feel that if I don't think about having no attention span, I grow one. I also know that sounds insane. Like me naming my electrics so when I lose them I can yell "WTF GREGORY" instead of "Where is my remote," or "I HATE YOU ETHAN" instead of "My computer hates me." After thinking about these things, or explaining them to people I realized that really do sound crazier naming my things.

I can't keep focus on one item long enough to develop it into a lengthy well thought out piece of writing. I mean I could have written a huge big thing about naming things v. not naming things. Or just a whole blog on VGB's meteor deflection crazy. But instead I feel the need to include all of them together.

Today I also did an entire semester's worth of work for one of my classes in less than a half hour. Which honestly makes me wonder why the F I didn't do it when it was due. It would have taken like five minutes out of my life. I'm going to blame it on my short attention span.

Yeah, this is the most confusing blog I've ever written.

And that is the end of the story

Today is awesome because I wrote two chapters of my novel today, which means I only have 20 pages left to write to meet the minimum amount of pages to write by next Monday. AND Jason Bay just hit a three run home run in the top of the ninth. :)

It's really really warm in here

I woke up early today (9:30, I'm in college and it's Sunday, 9:30 is really early) and googled Lorax + town I currently live in and found this:

That's us!!!! Video Game Boy is sporting the Gryffindor scarf and green sweater, The Lorax in the brown and Noelles in the skirt. I and actually behind the grey boxes throwing Easter Grass into pond with the Humming fish, which you can't see.

We're on the front page of the Local section of our local newspaper!! We also discovered that VGB didn't turn the "Theeds" sign.

I also heard a story about yesterday from VGB about that girl playing the Lorax. Noelles, VGB and I loaded all the cars with our cardboard and duct tape set at 8, and waited for her so we could leave so we could all get breakfast before we ran through when we got to the library. At nine, she showed up so we didn't get a chance to head off to Dunks until after we ran through. The Lorax told our advisor that "I have no idea why they couldn't go before, they were just standing around at 8:30."

ahfsa;iuhg <- anger.

We could go earlier because a half a person fit in each of VGB's and my car with the set in it. Cardboard boxes and teddy bears take up a lot of room.

Everyday I seem to like her less. And her boyfriend owes me an air mattress.

In other news, our windows can only open about 3 inches because if its open any further, we, as college students, will get drunk and jump out of them. And it's like 80 degrees, making the second floor a billion degrees, and the hallway smells like pot.

ALSO someone is using all five washers.

sorry this got really complainy, that happens when it gets really hot in my room.

and that is the end of the story

Today was awesome because I discovered the MP3 of Hank's "I'm not Edward Cullen"

THE LORAX by Dr. Seuss

This morning was our play. But before I tell you about that, I'm going to tell you about what happened yesterday.

As I'm sure you know, the day before the play is almost more important than the actual play. So Video Game Boy and I, along with Noelles our narrator, were waiting in our rehearsal space (which BTW is the middle of the main lobby of the second floor of my dorm hall, which is normally used as a study lounge), waiting for our Lorax to show up.

When she finally does, she's not even close to ready to practice, and say "I'm going to the circus. But if you need me call. I'll be back around 11." Then she leaves.

In my head I'm thinking: "Really, of all things you could be doing right now, you're going to the freakin' circus." But outwardly I smiled.

You can't exactly do run throughs of THE LORAX by Dr. Seuss without THE LORAX!!

While complaining, I watched Georgie play Pokemon Snap on VGB's Nintendo for like 3 hours.

I would also like you to know that Georgie, Thursday, and Jenjen came up around the time of the "I'm going to the circus." situation.

We then went to AppleBees with Keith, OR, the mustached one, and his Fiancee the nurse, at like 10:30.

I would also like you to know that we had this plan for like 3 weeks.

While we were waiting to be seated by the most adorable gay guy ever ;) The Lorax texts me. It reads "I'm waiting in the lobby when you're ready."

So I reply: "Umm, yea I'm at Applebees with all my friends, rehearsals were at 6."

And she said. "SAY WHAT!?!"

To which I replied. "Yeah, we've only known I was going out with my friends since March, we found out about the 'circus' a minute before you left. And VGB went to bed at 9:30."

Needless to say, it was MY fault we didn't get to rehearse, because I went to the circus the day before the play.

Applebees was awesome. That's all I'm going to say about it.

Then we all played Life and went to bed at like 3, because that's what people that have to get up at 6:30 to pack two cars with cardboard boxes and teddy bears does.

Our play this morning went along wonderfully!!!

Except the middle truffula tree fell over in the beginning.

We even made a little kid cry, and yell "Don't crop down the trees!!" It was adorable. We even get to be in the newspaper tomorrow!!

After that The Sassy Ladies (our youtube collab channel girls) went to the boat launch and listened to music before the girls had to take off. All and all awesome day.

And that is the end of the story.

Today is awesome because we didn't scare any little kids with the Once-ler, and we got to plant sunflowers with 4 year olds :)

The Shank Game

The more I talk about them; the more ridiculous I realize my friends are.

I mean, I guess for a group of 20 year old boys that spend most of their days playing video games and talking about the different evolutions of Charzard, they're pretty normal. But in a general sense, we're all really weird. I also want to point out that I also have friends that are girls, but the boys do most of the weird stuff. The girls just either play along, or ignore them.

Three of the boys made up a game called "shank." The point of this game is mostly to run up to some one, poke them, and yell "SHANK."

The Shankee can then not be shanked or shank another person for ten minutes.

I think the point is to be the last person unshanked, but I really don't know.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm fairly good at the Shank game, mostly because I punch really hard (for a girl anyway) and when I get shanked, I punch you in the arm. The boys don't like that very much. (Did I mention that they are very stereotypical video game playing gentlemen, pale, skinny, white boys)

Most of the shanking takes place a meal times. Mostly you sit down and instantly shank the two people next to you before you get shanked, then block the across the table person and left hand shank them. Then, everyone eats.

At the awards dinner last night, Video Game Boy won this huge award, and instead of hugging him when he came back to the table, I shanked him. It was epic. And I do believe you can see how the Shank Game can turn dangerous quickly.

In other news, I made myself a "SUPER AXE HACKER" t-shirt today for the play. I'm pretty sure I'm going to wear it a lot after the play is over...

Jen posted a youtube video that was "a day in the life of Jen." I feel that if I made this video, it would be a video of me sleeping and punching people.

ALSO
Georgie, Jen and Thursday are coming to see the play this weekend!! Excited. I must now finish painting. :)

and that is the end of the story

Today was awesome because there was Bananas Foster at dinner. (I need to start finding reasons for awesome that aren't food...) Today was awesome because Noelles and I pulled a super double shank on a boy on the way back from dinner. (much better)

Welcome to Hell....week

Each day I say to myself, "Deanna, there was a wayyyyyyyyy simpler way to do that."

And each day I reply, "You mean instead of having half the stuff of my closet fall on me trying to take the sleeping bag out, I could have just closed the window?'

And I answer, "Yes, what you did just now was stupid."

Okay, so the window situation doesn't happen daily, but something like that happens almost everyday.

Yet I still find myself wrapped in two comforters with the window open, thinking about how much easier life would be if I just closed the window.

On a mildly related note, I made a YouTube video today!

I can't seem to copy and paste the whole embedding code... so here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGDbM7rCAKs

I'm fairly impressed with this video. I get rather impressed with myself whenever I don't have to restart the computer 46 times while recording.

While filming this video, you will notice there is a part where I show a The Who poster. I tried like six different ways to have me in the shot while showing The Who poster, and I nearly killed myself while standing on a chair. I have never been more happy that I'm too lazy and poor to do laundry while at school.

We have intense Lorax rehearsals the rest of the week before the big performance on Saturday. I'm super excited about it. BUT I have a really big important Leadership dessert to go to in the middle of the rehersal time. Thankfully, three of the five people in the play are also leaders. But we still have quite a bit of work to do in the "where the F does this piece of set go!" and the "Where are the Barbaloots!" and the "Wait what's my line?" departments so needless to say, this week is going to be equal parts FUN and Ridiculous-ness.

And that is the end of the story

Today was awesome because there was Chicken Nuggets AND apple crisp at lunch today!

I wonder if anyone else feels like this?

I feel like I'm wasting perfectly good days.

I mean I was never the run around outside and be happy about it person (Just take the 50lbs I've added since I stopped playing volleyball my junior year of high school). I mean, I like outside, its a nice place, but I'm not a hike in the woods, go play catch with friends, lets hang out at the beach type of girl.

And today it's super nice out, like fifty degrees, and slightly windy, but its April in Maine, it's not snowing and I can have my window open without freezing to death, it's nice out.

But I'm kinda worried that my outside exposure is doing to meals, and class. And I only have class two days a week, and I don't really have to eat every meal. (but then if I skip a meal, I find my self eating TGIFriday's microwavable mozzarella sticks and starbursts at midnight.)

Today my computer, whom I refer to as Ethan, decided he wasn't going to work today, so I had to de-fragment him, which is five hours I could be doing something that isn't looking out the window of my room, watching people have fun. I could, you know, take part in said fun. But instead, for fear of running into the friend that told me to "go away" before the surprise party on Thursday, I stayed in my room. I just don't want to start a fight. Which probably wouldn't be my fault, but still I don't want to cause a bigger riff in our group and make people pick sides. Mostly because I doubt too many, if any of my friends would pick my side because I walked away, and have been the one avoiding the situation entirely.

Normally, I would consider finishing a book in a day an accomplishment, but it's just so nice out that I feel lazy.

I mean, I am lazy, but I don't like thinking that I'm lazy.


I went to dinner early, because I was hungry because I went to Brunch early. But my friends came early too, so I found myself eating incredibly fast so I could take off before anyone else sat down. I know I'm being kind of a dick in this situation, but I don't want to lose my friends, or cause a big uproar on a celebratory weekend, with the engagement and all.

This blog was supposed be about how I should spend more time outside, but it seems to be more about how I'm avoiding my friends... That wasn't my plan...

It's not like I'm deathly afraid of getting skin cancer or anything, it's just that I don't do outdoor activities, and I'm friends with people that spend a good majority of their time playing video games, but I still kind of want to talk a nice walk in the woods, or just spend a day outside having fun. I just don't really have anyone to do this with.

Maybe when the Sassy Ladies come to visit for my play this weekend, we'll play tag or something for hours. I feel that would be fun. I'd enjoy that...

And that is the end of the story

Today is awesome because there were some really cute looking boys working out in the athletic center, and from my window, I have the perfect creeper vantage point. (Oh God, did I really just say that?)

Yea, I really don't want to do this.

But since I got to, yesterday and today sucked.

Part of it was brought on myself, which I know, because I do this kind of thing a lot. It comes with not having friends as a kid, so when I get them I tend to try everything to push them away.
This however started as someone else's issue.

Yesterday was a friends 21st birthday. Since he doesn't drink, I thought it would be cute if we got some sparkling cider and have fake cocktails in celebration. The boys took him out to a movie, and I, along with two other friends were going to set up at about 11 before they boy got back. There wasn't really much to do, just display some cupcakes and pour drinks. One of the boys was going to text me when they were on there way back so we weren't waiting with cupcakes sitting out.

When I went down stairs after the text, I was told at the door to "Go away."

So I did. I take "Go away" as telling me that I'm not wanted and shouldn't come back. So I didn't plan to, and went upstairs to cry, because that's what I do.

Then someone who had nothing to do with the party, kept texting me telling me to come down. I knew I wasn't wanted down there, so I said no. Which just got everyone pissed.

Today, I just want to be alone. I just want to be away from people who told me that I wasn't allowed at a party that was partly my idea.

I also have 140 page paper due on Thursday that I only have 95 pages written of, because it wasn't supposed to be due until next Thursday. These people came and banged on my door, and demanded I come drink with them.

My life isn't all drinking, and it's never going to be. I have to look out to my future, and this novel is my future. I know what's best for me, and it's not going to where I will feel unwanted and just leave there crying.

But anyway, now everyone hates me and I once again have no friends, but all the props and sets for the play their putting on is in my car. So yea.

and that is the end of the story

Today is awesome because I managed to fix my ipod by myself.

A blog on Blogs

This blog is going to be a little bit different than any of my other blogs. Today I’m going to dive into the history of the blog, how they came be, and why we use them. I’m going to explore where the blog phenomenon came from, and link you to a few of my favorites throughout.

Let’s begin with the word. “Blog,” as defined by the dictionary means: to writes or maintain a weblog. We as writers of weblogs are bloggers. The term “blog” that we use, usually means weblog.

The first use of the term “weblog” was on August 14, 1995 in the paper “Exploiting the World-Wide Web for Electronic Meeting Document Analysis and Management” by G. Raikundalia & M. Rees, of Bond University in the Gold Coast of Australia. Interestingly enough, the term “weblog” does not appear in the record of this paper at the Charles Sturt University website.

The term that we use today came from Jorn Barger of the weblog Robot Wisdom (http://www.robotwisdom.com) in December 1997. This would be what we think of a blog on the popular websites such as http://www.livejournal.com, http://www.wordpress.com, and http://www.blogger.com. The shortened form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog (http://www.Peterme.com) in the spring of1999.

We write about whatever we feel needs to be written about whether it be like my blog which is mainly about what happens on a day to day basis. But a blog can be about literally anything including what tie Brian Williams wore on the Night News (http://brianwilliamstiereportarchives.blogspot.com/). Most of the blogs I read, however, are more personally based. I read my friend’s blogs and the blogs of authors that I like, for example Maureen Johnson (http://maureenjohnson.blogspot.com) and John Green (http://www.sparksflyup.com/weblog.php).

In January of 1994 a Swarthmore College Student, Justin Hall started his website which has since become Links from the Underground. His site was mainly links and reviews of other websites, until January 10, 1996. On that day Hall started to write an online diary, linked through an index on his website. Hall has been called “the father of the blog." He started to post on the internet what people had been doing for years in secret journals, only now it was in public view. Of his journal, Hall wrote: “Some days, before I go to bed, I think about my day, and how it meshed with my life, and I write a little about what learned me.” This is the major concept of most blogs today.

Today’s blogging has started to move away from all personally diary style entries. Many bloggers are taking a stand in the mass media and news. The first known use of a blog in this way was after Hurricane Bonnie in August of 1998 by Jonathan Dube.

As blogging has become more popular, the websites that I mentioned earlier as well as countless others began to pop up, giving the regular person a chance to get involved in the blogging community.

In October of 1998, Open Diary (http://www.opendiary.com/) was founded. This was the first of the blogging websites that allowed comments on blog entries. Shortly thereafter, in March of 1999, Brian Fitzpatrick founded livejournal (http://www.livejournal.com). Also in 1999, the site that we are on right now (http://www.blogger.com) was started by Evan Williams and Meg Hourihan of Pyra Labs. Google then bought this site in 2003.

Livejournal is where my personal journey of blogging begins, I have since deleted my original journal but I started it in October or November of 2003 in order to have an online fight with one of my friends over which play of the Boston Bruins was better. Being sixteen, this seemed like the logical thing to do. I like to believe that I won this fight, but I think that in actually, no one really cared after a while and we moved t o fight about some other stupid teenage girl thing.

Eventually I moved on the greatestjournal, which is basically the exact same thing as livejournal expect there is more space to have cute icons. My entries on both my live and greatest journals we’re anything exciting. Just typical what I did today lame entries. It wasn’t until recently that I started posting my fiction writing on the internet in my blogs.

Today, I am involved in a blogging project that involves over 300 nerdfighters, and Serket Agents. Nerdfighters are fans of the writing of John Green, and Serket Agents are the unofficial name of fans of Maureen Johnson. Both are young adult fictions authors. And John Green, along with his younger brother Hank, is a popular vloggers.

The project is Blog Ever Day April (popularly known as BEDA) the concept is simple, for the thirty days in April, one posts a new blog. A list of the bloggers can be found in Jordan’s blog (http://blogeverydayapril.blogspot.com/), along the side.

Blogging has become part of many people’s daily life. I, personally, feel as if I belong in the blogging community. There isn’t anyone telling the writer of a blog that what they are saying is boring or uninteresting. I know what I’m writing ninety-five percent of the time is boring and uninteresting. I may not have one of the most popular blogs, but I feel connected to the internet and the community that it encompasses. Letting my feelings and thoughts out here on the internet, I will hopefully become someone that gets followers and can be a big part of the internet world as a whole.

Sources:
http://www.blogherald.com/2005/03/06/a-short-history-of-blogging/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog


I will soon be posting a video about video blogs, on my youtube channel (http://www.youtube.com/users/misuseofairqoutes). If I can figure out how to post them in here, I will. If not I will post the link here.

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