Someone in newspaper was nice to me! No...an editor in newspaper was nice to me. Shock. My government teacher gave me an idea for an article, so I was going to ask if I could change mine and write about that instead. I like hers better, and I don't have to be so dependent on other kids for content. I was pretty much bracing myself for a deluge of that senior condescension I have grown so fond of, but he gave me an actual, reasonable response like a normal person! I just have to show him drafts of both on Monday and he'll pick. Wow, I wanted to hug him. He lowered my level of editor-directed cynicism.
Ahh! Halloween is tomorrow!! I AM SO EXCITED!! Since I'm in Key Club, I'm trick-or-treating for UNICEF, collecting money for the kids in Swaziland with HIV/AIDS. The president said this at the meeting today: There are more AIDS-infected people in Swaziland than in New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago combined. According to the website, 12 million children in sub-Saharan Africa alone are orphans because their parents died from AIDS.
They don't have good water or health care over there, so this year's UNICEF trick-or-treaters are collecting money to build shelters where these kids can get some medical care, food, water, and clean clothes. If you don't have anything to do tomorrow, get a box at Hallmark and trick-or-treat for UNICEF. Selena Gomez is doing it!
My little sister's big into spreading the word around. She's on a committee at her school to get people involved.
I'm also celebrating my 16th birthday this weekend. I can't believe I'm actually excited about that, but I am. A month ago, I hated the idea of turning 16, but now I figure it's going to happen whether I like it or not, so I might as well have fun with it! Happy Halloween Eve!
Oh, and thanks for "boo"ing me Kelsey!
Juliana
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Ahem.
Looking for interview candidates for my article today, I got a few nos, a couple "only if I have to"s, two eye-rolls, and one "I'll see what I can come up with." I wanted to hug the only girl who said she'll think about it.
2 days until Halloween and 5 until my birthday! =]
2 days until Halloween and 5 until my birthday! =]
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I only have to see these people one more time this week.
Ah, newspaper. I wish I could video it so people will believe me. Ms. Almighty and the "my section" girl (who likes to dictate what she does not want in her section, but doesn't suggest anything of her own) would make great characters for my movie.
Working on a new article. I was stressed out about pending article assignments last night and all this morning. My goal is to finish this one as quickly and with as little aggrivation as possible. Hah. I am not going to cry about this one. Maybe if I say that enough, I won't.
I want to make a list, but I have Spanish to study for and newspaper to work on. The omnipotent one isn't going to like my interviewing method, but screw it. I put a lot of thought into this, and I know what I have to do to get enough people for an interesting article. Sigh. I hate interviewing sooo much.
Working on a new article. I was stressed out about pending article assignments last night and all this morning. My goal is to finish this one as quickly and with as little aggrivation as possible. Hah. I am not going to cry about this one. Maybe if I say that enough, I won't.
I want to make a list, but I have Spanish to study for and newspaper to work on. The omnipotent one isn't going to like my interviewing method, but screw it. I put a lot of thought into this, and I know what I have to do to get enough people for an interesting article. Sigh. I hate interviewing sooo much.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Benvenidos todos a la casa azul!
It doesn't get much better than "Bear in the Big Blue House" in Spanish. Except Danish, which is a million times better. Ahem.
Wait..."Ella es la luna?" She is the moon? No kidding. The English line is "catch the moon at our house." Love comparing translations. I like reading the comments, too--school doesn't teach us how to chatspeak in Spanish.
I never knew that ahahahahaha is ajajajajaj in Spanish. I guess it makes sense, their h is silent and j is pronounced like an h (like Jesus=Haysues). "Bear in the Big Blue House" taught me something.
Wait..."Ella es la luna?" She is the moon? No kidding. The English line is "catch the moon at our house." Love comparing translations. I like reading the comments, too--school doesn't teach us how to chatspeak in Spanish.
I never knew that ahahahahaha is ajajajajaj in Spanish. I guess it makes sense, their h is silent and j is pronounced like an h (like Jesus=Haysues). "Bear in the Big Blue House" taught me something.
My neighborhood is not neighborly. So not.
My neighborhood had their Halloween block party today, which is one of my favorite events of the year...even though I'm always the only kid out of middle school who gives a crap and definitely the only one who dresses up.
Nobody trick-or-treats in my neighborhood because my neighbors are not the kind of people who want to sit around on Halloween answering the door and passing out candy. They prefer to party and drink their Halloween spirit in the form of orange jello shots. The people who actually have little kids aren't home either because they take their kids to a happier place to trick-or-treat.
Point being: you can ring the bell all you want, but nobody's answering the door.
My house is the only house on my street with anything remotely resembling a Halloween decoration. We have jack-o-lanterns, skeletons hanging from the trees, and a tombstone (in the front--I decorated the back and the inside even better). We look very out-of-place.
The one thing my neighborhood does in the spirit of Halloween is throw this block party where people set up tables with Halloween-related games, and kids trick-or-treat to the tables, play the games, and win candy. My sister and I created a Halloween-themed trivial pursuit/Jeopardy. We have a decorated game board and something like nine typed pages of questions separated into categories. Anny painted the board this year and it's adorable.
Anyway, the turnout for the block party was...lame at it's best. I think there were only 20 kids that came throughout the entire two hours. It's really sad. All the same kids from last year, too, hardly anyone new. Of course, any event in my neighborhood wouldn't be complete without an appearance from the notorious "golf cart kids." Definition:
Golf cart kids (n): Group of ubiquitous 12 to 14 year-olds that pack themselves into a golf cart like clowns in a Volkswagen, ride around the neighborhood blocking sidewalks, screaming, and making faces at you when you walk by. They have the right-of-way over cars, bicycles, and pedestrians, and that's just the way it is.
My neighborhood doesn't even have a golf course and yet, these kids are everywhere. Today a mob of them (maybe 10) showed up as the party was ending, made a grand entrance, swirled around the cul-de-sac at an unfaltering speed, and rode off. It's all about the show.
Next year I'm bringing all my friends to this thing...my sister's friends, too. We need people. My neighborhood is a cold, unfriendly place. No way are they crushing my spirit though! Halloween is my holiday!
Love and Halloween spirit,
Juliana =]
Nobody trick-or-treats in my neighborhood because my neighbors are not the kind of people who want to sit around on Halloween answering the door and passing out candy. They prefer to party and drink their Halloween spirit in the form of orange jello shots. The people who actually have little kids aren't home either because they take their kids to a happier place to trick-or-treat.
Point being: you can ring the bell all you want, but nobody's answering the door.
My house is the only house on my street with anything remotely resembling a Halloween decoration. We have jack-o-lanterns, skeletons hanging from the trees, and a tombstone (in the front--I decorated the back and the inside even better). We look very out-of-place.
The one thing my neighborhood does in the spirit of Halloween is throw this block party where people set up tables with Halloween-related games, and kids trick-or-treat to the tables, play the games, and win candy. My sister and I created a Halloween-themed trivial pursuit/Jeopardy. We have a decorated game board and something like nine typed pages of questions separated into categories. Anny painted the board this year and it's adorable.
Anyway, the turnout for the block party was...lame at it's best. I think there were only 20 kids that came throughout the entire two hours. It's really sad. All the same kids from last year, too, hardly anyone new. Of course, any event in my neighborhood wouldn't be complete without an appearance from the notorious "golf cart kids." Definition:
Golf cart kids (n): Group of ubiquitous 12 to 14 year-olds that pack themselves into a golf cart like clowns in a Volkswagen, ride around the neighborhood blocking sidewalks, screaming, and making faces at you when you walk by. They have the right-of-way over cars, bicycles, and pedestrians, and that's just the way it is.
My neighborhood doesn't even have a golf course and yet, these kids are everywhere. Today a mob of them (maybe 10) showed up as the party was ending, made a grand entrance, swirled around the cul-de-sac at an unfaltering speed, and rode off. It's all about the show.
Next year I'm bringing all my friends to this thing...my sister's friends, too. We need people. My neighborhood is a cold, unfriendly place. No way are they crushing my spirit though! Halloween is my holiday!
Love and Halloween spirit,
Juliana =]
I thought of a #10!
I just thought of a 10th!
10. The cursed ring tape within The Ring the movie. I don't mean the movie itself, just the death tape. That's about as surreal as it gets.
If I'm going to get away with that, I might as well say this too. Remember in Willy Wonka the Chocolate Factory the original when Wonka took everyone on that dragon boat through the dark tunnel and all those pictures of bugs and everything appeared? That goes on the list, too.
Five days until Halloween!
10. The cursed ring tape within The Ring the movie. I don't mean the movie itself, just the death tape. That's about as surreal as it gets.
If I'm going to get away with that, I might as well say this too. Remember in Willy Wonka the Chocolate Factory the original when Wonka took everyone on that dragon boat through the dark tunnel and all those pictures of bugs and everything appeared? That goes on the list, too.
Five days until Halloween!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
My Surreal Movie List Part 2 and some other info
Continuing yesterday's surreal movie list with three from yesterday and one that I just thought of in the shower. I can't believe I didn't think of this one yesterday. It really belongs in the top 5. I will make it number 6 to compensate.
6. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory--not the original awesome famous one, but the remake with Johnny Depp. It made my skin crawl. I can't handle watching it. You know the story, so I won't bother rehashing details.
I don't hesitate to say that Johhny Depp's portrayal of Willy Wonka was the creepiest thing in this movie. The atmosphere was definitely something out of a creepy nightmare (very Tim Burton-esque), the kind that make you wake up scared but you really can't pinpoint a specific reason why. It disorienting for sure, but it was unsettling to me, too.
7. Juno--Teenager gets pregnant with her best friend's baby, decides to give it up for adoption, and learns all these life lessons yada yada happy ending. The main factor here that makes this feel unreal and dreamlike is the music. This intro song made it feel other-world. That and the atmosphere (it doesn't seem like it's set in the United States, but a completely foreign country. It was filmed in Canada, but I think the setting was Minnesota). Ever seen Napoleon Dynamite? Notice a similar atmosphere between that and Juno? That's what I mean. That thing that makes them similar, whatever it may be, is what makes it surreal to me. For the record, I like Juno but I never really understood Napoleon Dynamite.
8. The Wizard of Oz--obviously. When I heard the rumor about the munchkin that hanged himself in the background of a scene, I wasn't shocked to hear it. It was obviously fabricated, but unlike Maureen McCormick's illusion-shattering "Brady Bunch" confessions,The Wizard of Oz is dark enough to make muchkin suicide conceivable.
The Snopes explains that it was an ostrich, not a hanging munchkin. The movie borrowed a bunch of big birds (alliteration sighting. ahem.) to put in the background and make the set look more like nature. This summer, I got to go to the huge warehouse sound stage where they filmed all this. You could fit a racetrack in there.
Wow, I'm off topic. Anyway, The Wizard of Oz was surreal. The end.
9. Across the Universe--20-something-year-old from Great Britain moves to the United States in the middle of the Vietnam war. Love, friendship, tragedy, anti-war protests, and a line-up of mostly late-Beatles songs.
Awesome movie, but you have to understand it to appreciate it. I love it. But seriously, watch the trailer. The end of the trailer really demonstrates my point. It was going for the LSD late-60's effect. They definitely spent a lot of time in front of a green screen. I would have loved to be around to see how they did some of this. "I Want You" is so cool.
I can't think of a 10th one right now, but I'm sure I will. I love making lsits like this.
My other thing: I finally watched the series finale of "Gilmore Girls" yesterday. I've been holding off on it because I dind't want to be disappointed if it sucked. It's my favorite TV show. It wasn't bad, actually it was interesting. Because of Barack Obama, that finale went from topical to timeless in just over a year.
The show ended with Rory getting a job that required her to leave Stars Hollow, and the town giving her final goodbye along with the show. He job was to be a travelling reporter for the Obama campaign, riding in his tour bus (or whatever it's called) to conventions and primaries all over the country. Keep in mind that this episode aired May of 2007 when the whole election was just starting out. There was a chance at that point that Obama wouldn't get anywhere, so the episode could have gone stale after a few months.
Because of Obama's success, that episode has soo much more meaning than it did when it aired. Working on the Obama campaign is incredibly significant now. I went to the thesaurus website to look up a better word for "a big deal" and Obama's picture greeted me in an ad bar on the top of the screen. And Rory's working for him! Hehe. If the season finale was this year, I don't think they would have used Obama's name in the episode. He's too big, and they'd run the risk of being overly political.
Disclaimer: I'm not talking politics or arguing for or against Obama, just if he wins, the "Gilmore Girls" finale would gain a whole new level of relevance in it's after life. I mean, it made an episode about our president before he was even a nominee. That's like shows that talk about Ronald Reagan during his acting days before he became president. Rory says in the clip, "I'll be leaving for who knows how long. It could be two months, it could be two years if Barrack does well." Oh, he did well alright.
This last season of the show was nowhere near as good as the previous seasons. The show got a new writer in the 7th season who leaned more to the drama side of the comedy-drama. I didn't like that.
Juliana
6. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory--not the original awesome famous one, but the remake with Johnny Depp. It made my skin crawl. I can't handle watching it. You know the story, so I won't bother rehashing details.
I don't hesitate to say that Johhny Depp's portrayal of Willy Wonka was the creepiest thing in this movie. The atmosphere was definitely something out of a creepy nightmare (very Tim Burton-esque), the kind that make you wake up scared but you really can't pinpoint a specific reason why. It disorienting for sure, but it was unsettling to me, too.
7. Juno--Teenager gets pregnant with her best friend's baby, decides to give it up for adoption, and learns all these life lessons yada yada happy ending. The main factor here that makes this feel unreal and dreamlike is the music. This intro song made it feel other-world. That and the atmosphere (it doesn't seem like it's set in the United States, but a completely foreign country. It was filmed in Canada, but I think the setting was Minnesota). Ever seen Napoleon Dynamite? Notice a similar atmosphere between that and Juno? That's what I mean. That thing that makes them similar, whatever it may be, is what makes it surreal to me. For the record, I like Juno but I never really understood Napoleon Dynamite.
8. The Wizard of Oz--obviously. When I heard the rumor about the munchkin that hanged himself in the background of a scene, I wasn't shocked to hear it. It was obviously fabricated, but unlike Maureen McCormick's illusion-shattering "Brady Bunch" confessions,The Wizard of Oz is dark enough to make muchkin suicide conceivable.
The Snopes explains that it was an ostrich, not a hanging munchkin. The movie borrowed a bunch of big birds (alliteration sighting. ahem.) to put in the background and make the set look more like nature. This summer, I got to go to the huge warehouse sound stage where they filmed all this. You could fit a racetrack in there.
Wow, I'm off topic. Anyway, The Wizard of Oz was surreal. The end.
9. Across the Universe--20-something-year-old from Great Britain moves to the United States in the middle of the Vietnam war. Love, friendship, tragedy, anti-war protests, and a line-up of mostly late-Beatles songs.
Awesome movie, but you have to understand it to appreciate it. I love it. But seriously, watch the trailer. The end of the trailer really demonstrates my point. It was going for the LSD late-60's effect. They definitely spent a lot of time in front of a green screen. I would have loved to be around to see how they did some of this. "I Want You" is so cool.
I can't think of a 10th one right now, but I'm sure I will. I love making lsits like this.
My other thing: I finally watched the series finale of "Gilmore Girls" yesterday. I've been holding off on it because I dind't want to be disappointed if it sucked. It's my favorite TV show. It wasn't bad, actually it was interesting. Because of Barack Obama, that finale went from topical to timeless in just over a year.
The show ended with Rory getting a job that required her to leave Stars Hollow, and the town giving her final goodbye along with the show. He job was to be a travelling reporter for the Obama campaign, riding in his tour bus (or whatever it's called) to conventions and primaries all over the country. Keep in mind that this episode aired May of 2007 when the whole election was just starting out. There was a chance at that point that Obama wouldn't get anywhere, so the episode could have gone stale after a few months.
Because of Obama's success, that episode has soo much more meaning than it did when it aired. Working on the Obama campaign is incredibly significant now. I went to the thesaurus website to look up a better word for "a big deal" and Obama's picture greeted me in an ad bar on the top of the screen. And Rory's working for him! Hehe. If the season finale was this year, I don't think they would have used Obama's name in the episode. He's too big, and they'd run the risk of being overly political.
Disclaimer: I'm not talking politics or arguing for or against Obama, just if he wins, the "Gilmore Girls" finale would gain a whole new level of relevance in it's after life. I mean, it made an episode about our president before he was even a nominee. That's like shows that talk about Ronald Reagan during his acting days before he became president. Rory says in the clip, "I'll be leaving for who knows how long. It could be two months, it could be two years if Barrack does well." Oh, he did well alright.
This last season of the show was nowhere near as good as the previous seasons. The show got a new writer in the 7th season who leaned more to the drama side of the comedy-drama. I didn't like that.
Juliana
Thursday, October 23, 2008
My Surreal Movie List!
I love days when I don't have any homework. I got to go outside this afternoon and flip through my ipod on the swing in the backyard. I put on Simon and Garfunkel's "Mrs. Robinson" and started thinking about how weirdly surreal The Graduate was. That one movie turned into a list of movies, so enjoy my train of thought:
Top Five Most Surreal Movies I've Ever Seen (and can think of off the top of my head)
1. Yellow Submarine--Showcase of Beatles songs better explained with a video. I seriously felt that LSD watching this.
2. Weird Science--two high school nerds decide to create their "dream girl" with a computer and "weird science," and she comes to life. It might not sound like it, but trust me when I say it's surreal.
If there ever was a movie that left me staring at the screen as the credits ran with my mouth hung open, it was this one. I would describe this movie in five words...what the hell was that? It starts normally and predictably, gets weird and hard to follow in the middle, and just about the point where I was ready to fall asleep, some guys on motorcycles bash through the wall of the house. Guys who look like Leather Face and Freddy Krueger come in, and suddenly the room is filled with horror movie-esque characters holding guns, pointed at the protagonists. I didn't understand. I had to have Anny explain, and she didn't even fully understand. I'm sure there's some kind of drug that produces an effect similar to watching this movie.
3. The Graduate--everyone knows this one. New college graduate doesn't know what to do with his life, looks for a sense of direction in the bed of a married 40-something year old, realizes that he made a mistake, and actually falls in love with her daughter.
There isn't a lot of talking in this movie. If there is, I just don't remember it because it's not that important. A lot of screen time is dedicated to Dustin Hoffman looking distraught while "Simon and Garfunkel" songs play. We're supposed to know what he's thinking and sympathize, which I did, but it's just like I said...surreal. It feels like one of those weird symbolic dreams that you couldn't explain to anyone if you tried to. The "Simon and Garfunkel" music definitely contributes. Have you ever heard "Scarborough Fair?"
For example: Dustin Hoffman walking into the pool in the scuba diving outfit slowly, everyone's talking to him but their voices are muffled because he's wearing a helmet, and it shows him sort of sink deeper and deeper into the water. It's stuff like that throughout the whole movie.
4. Alice in Wonderland--obviously. That Cheshire Cat...his grin...it haunts me. What else struck me...the sea of tea, that walrus that sang with the clams, the magical mushroom. Oh, the "who are you?" caterpillar! I was afraid of the curtains in my room when I was five because I thought they looked like that caterpillar. Alice in Wonderland epitomized surreality.
I have three ties for this, but I'm going to settle for the least predictable one.
5. The Princess Bride--A grandfather reads his grandson a story and we see the events of the story where a girl is about to marry a chauvinist jerk prince (or king...can't remember) but she really loves a pirate that she hasn't seen in years and doesn't know if she'll ever see again. She finds him yada yada lots of cool action and some of the most quotable lines ever and a happily ever after.
I love this movie soo much, but it's also incredibly other-world. The ROUS (rodents of unusual size), those eel things...the whole atmosphere of the movie makes this surreal.
I just thought of one more surreal movie, so I'm going to continue this tomorrow. Just to bookmark, they're Across the Universe, Juno (I have a reason for that and I really want to explain it), and The Wizard of Oz. Just to make it clear, I actually like all these movies. I should find some surreal movies that I really don't like.
Wrapping this up for tonight. Happy almost Friday!
Juliana
Top Five Most Surreal Movies I've Ever Seen (and can think of off the top of my head)
1. Yellow Submarine--Showcase of Beatles songs better explained with a video. I seriously felt that LSD watching this.
2. Weird Science--two high school nerds decide to create their "dream girl" with a computer and "weird science," and she comes to life. It might not sound like it, but trust me when I say it's surreal.
If there ever was a movie that left me staring at the screen as the credits ran with my mouth hung open, it was this one. I would describe this movie in five words...what the hell was that? It starts normally and predictably, gets weird and hard to follow in the middle, and just about the point where I was ready to fall asleep, some guys on motorcycles bash through the wall of the house. Guys who look like Leather Face and Freddy Krueger come in, and suddenly the room is filled with horror movie-esque characters holding guns, pointed at the protagonists. I didn't understand. I had to have Anny explain, and she didn't even fully understand. I'm sure there's some kind of drug that produces an effect similar to watching this movie.
3. The Graduate--everyone knows this one. New college graduate doesn't know what to do with his life, looks for a sense of direction in the bed of a married 40-something year old, realizes that he made a mistake, and actually falls in love with her daughter.
There isn't a lot of talking in this movie. If there is, I just don't remember it because it's not that important. A lot of screen time is dedicated to Dustin Hoffman looking distraught while "Simon and Garfunkel" songs play. We're supposed to know what he's thinking and sympathize, which I did, but it's just like I said...surreal. It feels like one of those weird symbolic dreams that you couldn't explain to anyone if you tried to. The "Simon and Garfunkel" music definitely contributes. Have you ever heard "Scarborough Fair?"
For example: Dustin Hoffman walking into the pool in the scuba diving outfit slowly, everyone's talking to him but their voices are muffled because he's wearing a helmet, and it shows him sort of sink deeper and deeper into the water. It's stuff like that throughout the whole movie.
4. Alice in Wonderland--obviously. That Cheshire Cat...his grin...it haunts me. What else struck me...the sea of tea, that walrus that sang with the clams, the magical mushroom. Oh, the "who are you?" caterpillar! I was afraid of the curtains in my room when I was five because I thought they looked like that caterpillar. Alice in Wonderland epitomized surreality.
I have three ties for this, but I'm going to settle for the least predictable one.
5. The Princess Bride--A grandfather reads his grandson a story and we see the events of the story where a girl is about to marry a chauvinist jerk prince (or king...can't remember) but she really loves a pirate that she hasn't seen in years and doesn't know if she'll ever see again. She finds him yada yada lots of cool action and some of the most quotable lines ever and a happily ever after.
I love this movie soo much, but it's also incredibly other-world. The ROUS (rodents of unusual size), those eel things...the whole atmosphere of the movie makes this surreal.
I just thought of one more surreal movie, so I'm going to continue this tomorrow. Just to bookmark, they're Across the Universe, Juno (I have a reason for that and I really want to explain it), and The Wizard of Oz. Just to make it clear, I actually like all these movies. I should find some surreal movies that I really don't like.
Wrapping this up for tonight. Happy almost Friday!
Juliana
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Thank you, Kelsey =]
Yay! I get a pretty pink award! Thank you Kelsey of http://mskelseyb.blogspot.com/.
I can't exactly accept it I guess because I don't know six other people who have blogs that I can send it to. So this is what it would look like if I could accept it. =] If I ever meet anyone, I'll send it to them.
I will however post a list. Six things I love!
1. Everything related to the 1980's. My other blog is a bit of a testament to that, but I don't update it much anymore because it requires *ahem* research and I forget that I have it.
2. Oreos! My friend Francesca can back me up on that. I think 'Oreo Big Stuf' is the first video on my retroness blog.
3. Having no math homework. That's why I'm on here typing right now instead of factoring trinomials.
4. Grocery shopping. I don't know why I like it, but I do.
5. My Beatles T-Shirt
6. Chocolate milk. I'll never be too old for it.
I feel like I should have to do something else because I obviously can't spread the love. Wow, I should really reword that sentence to avoid a double-meaning, but I'm going to (begrudgingly) crack open my chemistry textbook. If you have a blog and want a pretty pink award, comment okay? Wo zhao pengyou! (Had a Chinese oral today that I wasn't prepared for...that means I'm looking for a friend!)
<3 Juliana
I can't exactly accept it I guess because I don't know six other people who have blogs that I can send it to. So this is what it would look like if I could accept it. =] If I ever meet anyone, I'll send it to them.
I will however post a list. Six things I love!
1. Everything related to the 1980's. My other blog is a bit of a testament to that, but I don't update it much anymore because it requires *ahem* research and I forget that I have it.
2. Oreos! My friend Francesca can back me up on that. I think 'Oreo Big Stuf' is the first video on my retroness blog.
3. Having no math homework. That's why I'm on here typing right now instead of factoring trinomials.
4. Grocery shopping. I don't know why I like it, but I do.
5. My Beatles T-Shirt
6. Chocolate milk. I'll never be too old for it.
I feel like I should have to do something else because I obviously can't spread the love. Wow, I should really reword that sentence to avoid a double-meaning, but I'm going to (begrudgingly) crack open my chemistry textbook. If you have a blog and want a pretty pink award, comment okay? Wo zhao pengyou! (Had a Chinese oral today that I wasn't prepared for...that means I'm looking for a friend!)
<3 Juliana
And this is why I hate group work.
I was assigned to a group in Spanish class to write a dialogue (actually, a trialogue since there was three of us) where we express a problem with school and a problem with school stereotypes. Then we give each other advice, then ask a guidance counselor for advice. We had 30 minutes to write it. In those 30 minutes, I think I made an enemy.
This one girl in my group...seriously, I have no idea how she gets through life talking to people the way she does. She colored with her highlighters for a few minutes and didn't even look up when I talked to her. She completely ignored me. I started writing the thing myself until she finally looked up. She grunted at me, criticized everything I wrote, rolling her eyes which is practically her signature.
When we got to the stereotype problem, suddenly the defense came out. In summary:
Me: "So what should be our stereotype?"
Other girl: "We should use 'me choca la actitud de...hacia...'"(Meaning I can't stand the attitude of these people toward these people)
Eye-roll girl: "How about 'I can't stand the attitude of the band because they're stuck up and they have no reason to be'" (At "no reason to be," she rolled her eyes. I pretended not to have heard that.)
Me, turning to the other girl: "Do you have any suggestions? How about..."
Eye roll girl: "I can't stand the attitude of the bowling team because they're boring and bowling's not a real sport." She rolled her eyes again and went on about how it shouldn't be counted as an actual sports team because they don't do anything.
I said something general about football players, and she took it as a personal attack. "I love the football players!!" Yeah? You love every singe football player? That's a pretty bold statement since you just insulted the entire band and the entire bowling team. I said, "It doesn't matter whether you love them! This isn't about your or my opinions of football players. This is about finishing the dialogue before class ends!"
I don't think she understands stereotypes...or people. She can't be described in words. Just...you don't say "shut up, nobody's talking to you!" to people you don't know. You shouldn't even say it to people you do know.
Because of her attitude toward everything I said, we didn't finish, and I came in today to find out that they reassigned my part, so I had 10 minutes to memorize the my new role as the guidance counselor. Whatever. I think we did fine, and I'm never working with her again.
I counted the number of people I relayed that story to this week: 11. Oops. I shouldn't rant to that many people, but a few asked why I was so upset and it just came out.
Remember that "Friends" episode where Ross and Mike spend time together and have nothing to talk about so they sit in silence forever? That was lunch today. M had a club meeting, so it was me and my one other friend. We never talk just to each other, so we basically did this. After I could tell she got tired of all the questions I was asking her, I ended up babbling incoherently just to break the silence. M showed up halfway through lunch, and I think our sighs of relief were synchronized.
Oh, and Monday night's Gossip Girl was epic. That's one of M's commonly-used words. I'm test driving it.
Very "cruel intentions." This show is addictive.
This one girl in my group...seriously, I have no idea how she gets through life talking to people the way she does. She colored with her highlighters for a few minutes and didn't even look up when I talked to her. She completely ignored me. I started writing the thing myself until she finally looked up. She grunted at me, criticized everything I wrote, rolling her eyes which is practically her signature.
When we got to the stereotype problem, suddenly the defense came out. In summary:
Me: "So what should be our stereotype?"
Other girl: "We should use 'me choca la actitud de...hacia...'"(Meaning I can't stand the attitude of these people toward these people)
Eye-roll girl: "How about 'I can't stand the attitude of the band because they're stuck up and they have no reason to be'" (At "no reason to be," she rolled her eyes. I pretended not to have heard that.)
Me, turning to the other girl: "Do you have any suggestions? How about..."
Eye roll girl: "I can't stand the attitude of the bowling team because they're boring and bowling's not a real sport." She rolled her eyes again and went on about how it shouldn't be counted as an actual sports team because they don't do anything.
I said something general about football players, and she took it as a personal attack. "I love the football players!!" Yeah? You love every singe football player? That's a pretty bold statement since you just insulted the entire band and the entire bowling team. I said, "It doesn't matter whether you love them! This isn't about your or my opinions of football players. This is about finishing the dialogue before class ends!"
I don't think she understands stereotypes...or people. She can't be described in words. Just...you don't say "shut up, nobody's talking to you!" to people you don't know. You shouldn't even say it to people you do know.
Because of her attitude toward everything I said, we didn't finish, and I came in today to find out that they reassigned my part, so I had 10 minutes to memorize the my new role as the guidance counselor. Whatever. I think we did fine, and I'm never working with her again.
I counted the number of people I relayed that story to this week: 11. Oops. I shouldn't rant to that many people, but a few asked why I was so upset and it just came out.
Remember that "Friends" episode where Ross and Mike spend time together and have nothing to talk about so they sit in silence forever? That was lunch today. M had a club meeting, so it was me and my one other friend. We never talk just to each other, so we basically did this. After I could tell she got tired of all the questions I was asking her, I ended up babbling incoherently just to break the silence. M showed up halfway through lunch, and I think our sighs of relief were synchronized.
Oh, and Monday night's Gossip Girl was epic. That's one of M's commonly-used words. I'm test driving it.
Very "cruel intentions." This show is addictive.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Rox sets a good example. I should be sleeping, too.
My bird is sleeping on the outside of his cage on a slant, tilted down at a 45 degree angle. I can't imagine that being comfortable. My mom said he's too lazy to find the door and walk inside. He's so cute sleeping like that. I wanted to take a picture, but even the sound of my footsteps in the kitchen scared him awake.
Friday is Beautiful
I'm bored and want to go to bed, but I want to see the end of What Women Want (even though I know what happens, I fell asleep on the end last time). To keep my hands busy while I watch, here ya go.
My sister and her best friend are writing a book of lists. I'm so proud of her. She's actually going around to people at school and interviewing them. (I could take tips from her for newspaper.) She was telling me about her most interesting ones: Ways you don't want to die, places you want to go before you die, and the funniest things that have ever happened to you.
So far, here's Anny's most unfortunate way to die: Mauled and eaten by a sea turtle.
Newspaper today was, in my head, pretty funny. I didn't know what to do! The editor girl said "find me a non-homecoming picture, figure out who's in it, and interview them. Go, you have 30 minutes." I was like, "Okay, what?" I asked her what to do, but I felt like an idiot because I figured all that was common knowledge and I was supposed to know what she meant. After she explained, I still had no idea. I probably spend 5 minutes trying to find the folder on the computer that she was talking about.
I was asking all these other staff writers who are nice to me for help. I hate this about myself, but I have no common sense. I wish I did, I really do, but I am so spacey it embarrasses me. This one freshman that I'm friends with was making fun of me for being so afraid of the seniors. She's like, "You can ask her, she's not going to eat you." Yeah? You don't know that for sure.
Now, I definitely have more common sense than these people, and unrealistic as it is, it makes me feel better. Stuck on an escalator! How unfortunate.
Happy weekend and TGIF for the next 45 minutes!
<3 Juliana
My sister and her best friend are writing a book of lists. I'm so proud of her. She's actually going around to people at school and interviewing them. (I could take tips from her for newspaper.) She was telling me about her most interesting ones: Ways you don't want to die, places you want to go before you die, and the funniest things that have ever happened to you.
So far, here's Anny's most unfortunate way to die: Mauled and eaten by a sea turtle.
Newspaper today was, in my head, pretty funny. I didn't know what to do! The editor girl said "find me a non-homecoming picture, figure out who's in it, and interview them. Go, you have 30 minutes." I was like, "Okay, what?" I asked her what to do, but I felt like an idiot because I figured all that was common knowledge and I was supposed to know what she meant. After she explained, I still had no idea. I probably spend 5 minutes trying to find the folder on the computer that she was talking about.
I was asking all these other staff writers who are nice to me for help. I hate this about myself, but I have no common sense. I wish I did, I really do, but I am so spacey it embarrasses me. This one freshman that I'm friends with was making fun of me for being so afraid of the seniors. She's like, "You can ask her, she's not going to eat you." Yeah? You don't know that for sure.
Now, I definitely have more common sense than these people, and unrealistic as it is, it makes me feel better. Stuck on an escalator! How unfortunate.
Happy weekend and TGIF for the next 45 minutes!
<3 Juliana
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Pick-up Lines...I swear it's homework.
I'm writing a story for English class...I mentioned it the other day, the one about the park, the policeman, and the pretty girl. I was looking up pick-up lines because I need a really lame one that a cocky policeman might say that's not too obvious because he's supposed to be a professional. I thought of one on my own, but I found some other ones that were funny.
Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together?
Be unique and different. Say yes.
So...you're a girl, huh?
Hi my name is [name]. How do you like me so far?
Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to lie to my diary?
Hehe. I'd look for more but I actually have to finish the story before I get so tired that I skip math homework again and do it in class.
Love and hope that your opening lines are better than my park cop's,
Juliana
Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together?
Be unique and different. Say yes.
So...you're a girl, huh?
Hi my name is [name]. How do you like me so far?
Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to lie to my diary?
Hehe. I'd look for more but I actually have to finish the story before I get so tired that I skip math homework again and do it in class.
Love and hope that your opening lines are better than my park cop's,
Juliana
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Things I wish I hadn't heard about "The Brady Bunch"
Maureen McCormick aka Marcia Brady wrote an autobiography about her messed up life of crack and depression. I actually feel bad for her. Imagine dealing with all this terrible family stuff at home, then have to go in and pretend to live in a perfect world with a perfect family...wow. I'm so glad my parents never put me into acting.
I heard this on the radio this morning. They played audio clips of her saying that she traded sex for crack, two abortions, drug parties at the Playboy Mansion, and something about Steve Martin...eh, it was early. I couldn't resist looking it up though, so yeah, here's an interview with her about the book. Says most of that.
But wait...almost lost her virginity to the guy who played her brother...
o.O
I would have been better off not hearing the details on that one, thanks. Evidently, they were on-again-off-again boyfriend/girlfriend while the show was still on. Geez, dating a coworker is problematic when you have to sit next to him in a meeting room, not convince millions of people you're brother and sister. 5:50 in the video.
But yeah, apparently the Brady dad was gay and Eve Plumb (Jan) and Maureen don't talk anymore because Maureen started a rumor about that her and Eve kissed. She says she just meant it to be funny, but serves her right that Eve won't talk to her. I wouldn't either.
Almost lost her virginity to Barry Williams...gah. She had a crush on the guy who played her father, too (8:00). So messed up. Watch the video if you don't mind shattered illusions.
I do feel a little bad for her though. She said she liked the crying scenes in the show the most. Aww. That had to have sucked so much to have to live up to Marcia Brady. That's why all these Disney girls are so messed up, too.
Love and gratitude for my non-star child life,
Juliana
I heard this on the radio this morning. They played audio clips of her saying that she traded sex for crack, two abortions, drug parties at the Playboy Mansion, and something about Steve Martin...eh, it was early. I couldn't resist looking it up though, so yeah, here's an interview with her about the book. Says most of that.
But wait...almost lost her virginity to the guy who played her brother...
o.O
I would have been better off not hearing the details on that one, thanks. Evidently, they were on-again-off-again boyfriend/girlfriend while the show was still on. Geez, dating a coworker is problematic when you have to sit next to him in a meeting room, not convince millions of people you're brother and sister. 5:50 in the video.
But yeah, apparently the Brady dad was gay and Eve Plumb (Jan) and Maureen don't talk anymore because Maureen started a rumor about that her and Eve kissed. She says she just meant it to be funny, but serves her right that Eve won't talk to her. I wouldn't either.
Almost lost her virginity to Barry Williams...gah. She had a crush on the guy who played her father, too (8:00). So messed up. Watch the video if you don't mind shattered illusions.
I do feel a little bad for her though. She said she liked the crying scenes in the show the most. Aww. That had to have sucked so much to have to live up to Marcia Brady. That's why all these Disney girls are so messed up, too.
Love and gratitude for my non-star child life,
Juliana
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Homecoming merriment and my lack of yellow
Eh, not in a writing mood, but I want to tell my shirt color story!
This week is homecoming week, and evidently today we were supposed to wear the color assigned to our grade. Freshmen white, sophomores yellow, juniors black, and seniors green. I never got the memo on that, I was assuming that Friday was color day like last year. I was busy watching "John and Kate Plus 8" this morning, so I got dressed in 3 minutes, grabbed my bright green shirt because it was clean and matched my pants, and wasn't even thinking about color day. Now I'm a traitor to my grade.
Even funnier was there was this "Battle of the Classes" exhibition on the football field, like a pep rally where honest-to-God willing participants from each grade compete in potato sack races and field day events. Out of my friends that I was sitting with, two were also wearing green, and M was wearing this big black sweatshirt. All unintentional. It looked like we were making a political statement among the sea of yellow. I don't even own anything yellow except my Spongebob T-Shirt, but I can't exactly wear that to school.
I was mad that I wasn't allowed to bring my backpack to this thing. I wanted to do homework. I brought paper so I could write the extra credit story for English. I have to create a comedy scene using only a park, a policeman, and a pretty girl. Some Charlie Chaplin thing.
Returning to the point, M made enough sarcastic comments about our class representatives (most of them just mean people) and the whole spectacle that it kept me entertained. All our reps were of course the famous people (the girl who wears the piano and sock-in-mouth guy among others). I stopped paying attention after the second event and worked on my story, but it's nice to get to sit outside instead of working on court case studies in Government. The weather was nice today.
Sock guy is so annoying. He wouldn't shut up in Chemistry yesterday, so I don't have notes on the first half of the movie we were watching. He was talking sooo loud on purpose just so no one would able to hear or get any notes. I actually yelled at him. It felt good, and it surprised people. Well, our sub wasn't doing anything! Then in English...that's too long of a story. He's just an idiot. People don't believe that he's that bad. M was one of them, and she's so on my side now that she's met him. He does every annoying thing you can possibly think of to make his insults and slurs even more obnoxious.
Semi-speaking of M, she put blue streaks in her hair and now so really looks like Tibby from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I really do think they look alike!
I have to take the PSATs tomorrow. I'm putting off thinking about it. I want to sit outside and do homework while people scream "Sophomores! Sophomores!" around me. Actually, I want to watch sock guy lose the tug of war again. ^^
Love, Juliana
This week is homecoming week, and evidently today we were supposed to wear the color assigned to our grade. Freshmen white, sophomores yellow, juniors black, and seniors green. I never got the memo on that, I was assuming that Friday was color day like last year. I was busy watching "John and Kate Plus 8" this morning, so I got dressed in 3 minutes, grabbed my bright green shirt because it was clean and matched my pants, and wasn't even thinking about color day. Now I'm a traitor to my grade.
Even funnier was there was this "Battle of the Classes" exhibition on the football field, like a pep rally where honest-to-God willing participants from each grade compete in potato sack races and field day events. Out of my friends that I was sitting with, two were also wearing green, and M was wearing this big black sweatshirt. All unintentional. It looked like we were making a political statement among the sea of yellow. I don't even own anything yellow except my Spongebob T-Shirt, but I can't exactly wear that to school.
I was mad that I wasn't allowed to bring my backpack to this thing. I wanted to do homework. I brought paper so I could write the extra credit story for English. I have to create a comedy scene using only a park, a policeman, and a pretty girl. Some Charlie Chaplin thing.
Returning to the point, M made enough sarcastic comments about our class representatives (most of them just mean people) and the whole spectacle that it kept me entertained. All our reps were of course the famous people (the girl who wears the piano and sock-in-mouth guy among others). I stopped paying attention after the second event and worked on my story, but it's nice to get to sit outside instead of working on court case studies in Government. The weather was nice today.
Sock guy is so annoying. He wouldn't shut up in Chemistry yesterday, so I don't have notes on the first half of the movie we were watching. He was talking sooo loud on purpose just so no one would able to hear or get any notes. I actually yelled at him. It felt good, and it surprised people. Well, our sub wasn't doing anything! Then in English...that's too long of a story. He's just an idiot. People don't believe that he's that bad. M was one of them, and she's so on my side now that she's met him. He does every annoying thing you can possibly think of to make his insults and slurs even more obnoxious.
Semi-speaking of M, she put blue streaks in her hair and now so really looks like Tibby from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I really do think they look alike!
I have to take the PSATs tomorrow. I'm putting off thinking about it. I want to sit outside and do homework while people scream "Sophomores! Sophomores!" around me. Actually, I want to watch sock guy lose the tug of war again. ^^
Love, Juliana
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Survey Time!
Thanks Kelsey! =]
What do you think about the last person you talked to?
My mom, and I think highly of her, than you very much.
Will you kiss someone within the next week or two?
Affectionately, probably. Romantically, probably not.
Love really is a beautiful thing, huh?
Yeah, it’s like duct tape. Light on one side, dark on one side, and holds the universe together. Wait, that might be The Force…still, it fits. Love’s great.
How are you feeling at this exact moment?
The happiest I’ve been on a school night in weeks.
Are you someone who worries too often?
Ask my mom, she thinks it’s going to be an Olympic sport because of me. If you’ve read my newspaper rants, you’ve gotten a taste.
What are you excited about?
Halloween!
Do you have any text messages that you don't want other people to read?
Nah, go ahead and read them…all six. I don’t text much.
Do you miss anyone?
Lots of people—my friends from middle school, friends who live in different states, and my old best friend.
How late did you stay up last night and why?
12:30. We got back late from NASA late and I was tired.
Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a J?
I don't think I did.
Is there anyone you wish you could apologize to?
I think I already apologized to everyone who deserved a sorry.
What does your hair look like today?
I was in a rush and didn’t straighten it this morning, so it’s really frizzy. My hair never looks good; the humidity attacks it.
Honestly, if you could go back 5 months and change something would you?
I would have had a better last day of school. I would have made sure to enjoy it more. I remember worrying (here it is again ^^) that my friend and I wouldn’t see each other over the summer and wouldn’t be friends once school started again. I guess that was within the 5 month mark.
Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?
Right now? Well, I want to go to bed in a few hours so I’m all happy for school tomorrow, but I want to spend time with Lisa (my best friend) soon because I haven’t seen her in a few weeks.
Do you wish you never dated someone you dated?
No, every single one of my zero dates have been really fun.
Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a A?
…again?
How long does it take you to shower?
10-15 minutes usually. 15-20 minutes when I’m really tired. 20-25 when I’m cold or sick.
An ex calls and says he's getting married, what do you do?
Tell him he has the wrong number because I don’t have any exes, especially not any old enough to get married.
What was last thing you drank?
Hot Chocolate ^^
Who was the last person you held hands with?
Anny grabbed my hands, tied them around my back, and threw me onto the couch. Does that count?
Do you judge people you don't know?
Yeah, and a lot of people have pleasantly surprised me. I’ve had a lot of disappointments too though…
Are you different than you were this time last year? If so how?
Oh yeah, my shell lost a few layers. I’m nowhere close to losing it though. I think I’m a little wiser, too.
Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week?
Backward! Last week was amazingly happy-making. Except for Monday, but if I had to do it over, I wouldn’t get so stressed out.
When was your last alcoholic beverage?
Are the cops going to come get me if I answer this honestly?
If you were upset, who's the first girl you would go to?
Depends on what I’m upset about. Probably Lisa.
Are you a bad influence?
I say this humbly, but I think I’m a good influence. I would hope I am, I mean, I sort of aim for that.
Who did you say 'I love you' to last
One of my parents, I think.
How has the week been?
One of the best weeks in a long time except for Monday. Can I get rid of last Monday and substitute it with last Saturday? That would probably make it the best week of my whole year.
Who woke you up today?
I woke up on my own at 9 something.
What made you happy today?
Putting honey on pancakes this morning.
When was the last time you were disappointed?
I can’t remember. I think that’s a good thing, right?
Love,
Juliana
What do you think about the last person you talked to?
My mom, and I think highly of her, than you very much.
Will you kiss someone within the next week or two?
Affectionately, probably. Romantically, probably not.
Love really is a beautiful thing, huh?
Yeah, it’s like duct tape. Light on one side, dark on one side, and holds the universe together. Wait, that might be The Force…still, it fits. Love’s great.
How are you feeling at this exact moment?
The happiest I’ve been on a school night in weeks.
Are you someone who worries too often?
Ask my mom, she thinks it’s going to be an Olympic sport because of me. If you’ve read my newspaper rants, you’ve gotten a taste.
What are you excited about?
Halloween!
Do you have any text messages that you don't want other people to read?
Nah, go ahead and read them…all six. I don’t text much.
Do you miss anyone?
Lots of people—my friends from middle school, friends who live in different states, and my old best friend.
How late did you stay up last night and why?
12:30. We got back late from NASA late and I was tired.
Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a J?
I don't think I did.
Is there anyone you wish you could apologize to?
I think I already apologized to everyone who deserved a sorry.
What does your hair look like today?
I was in a rush and didn’t straighten it this morning, so it’s really frizzy. My hair never looks good; the humidity attacks it.
Honestly, if you could go back 5 months and change something would you?
I would have had a better last day of school. I would have made sure to enjoy it more. I remember worrying (here it is again ^^) that my friend and I wouldn’t see each other over the summer and wouldn’t be friends once school started again. I guess that was within the 5 month mark.
Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?
Right now? Well, I want to go to bed in a few hours so I’m all happy for school tomorrow, but I want to spend time with Lisa (my best friend) soon because I haven’t seen her in a few weeks.
Do you wish you never dated someone you dated?
No, every single one of my zero dates have been really fun.
Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a A?
…again?
How long does it take you to shower?
10-15 minutes usually. 15-20 minutes when I’m really tired. 20-25 when I’m cold or sick.
An ex calls and says he's getting married, what do you do?
Tell him he has the wrong number because I don’t have any exes, especially not any old enough to get married.
What was last thing you drank?
Hot Chocolate ^^
Who was the last person you held hands with?
Anny grabbed my hands, tied them around my back, and threw me onto the couch. Does that count?
Do you judge people you don't know?
Yeah, and a lot of people have pleasantly surprised me. I’ve had a lot of disappointments too though…
Are you different than you were this time last year? If so how?
Oh yeah, my shell lost a few layers. I’m nowhere close to losing it though. I think I’m a little wiser, too.
Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week?
Backward! Last week was amazingly happy-making. Except for Monday, but if I had to do it over, I wouldn’t get so stressed out.
When was your last alcoholic beverage?
Are the cops going to come get me if I answer this honestly?
If you were upset, who's the first girl you would go to?
Depends on what I’m upset about. Probably Lisa.
Are you a bad influence?
I say this humbly, but I think I’m a good influence. I would hope I am, I mean, I sort of aim for that.
Who did you say 'I love you' to last
One of my parents, I think.
How has the week been?
One of the best weeks in a long time except for Monday. Can I get rid of last Monday and substitute it with last Saturday? That would probably make it the best week of my whole year.
Who woke you up today?
I woke up on my own at 9 something.
What made you happy today?
Putting honey on pancakes this morning.
When was the last time you were disappointed?
I can’t remember. I think that’s a good thing, right?
Love,
Juliana
I love October.
You know, I think I've been avoiding posting on here for two days because I hate my new background so much. Changing it to something that looks better.
I had something on here like two days ago, but there's a reason why my posts are particularly devoid of pictures. It takes so long, and if you screw up the html code somehow, you have spend all that time again fixing it unless you actually know waht you're doing, and I really don't.
I've really busy since Tuesday anyway. Mom's friend's were down, so we did stuff around here and went to NASA on Saturday. Long ride. My friend was over, and we got pumpkins at the pumpkin patch and carved them. <3 Halloween stuff <3
Alright, my sister just came in here, tried to snap my arms in half, smacked me in the head, and ripped off the corner of my fingernail. I was trying to tell her that "Gossip Girl" airs Monday, not Sunday, and she hates to be wrong. I should know not to mess with Anny. She's so much stronger than me. At the beach Thursday, she got mad at me, so she swung me around by the arm three times, let go, and I flew 4 feet and landed almost face first in the sand. Unwillingly...I couldn't get away. She was trying twist my arm at NASA, and my friend said, "Wow, she realy abuses you!" I know! And she's 11! Nobody in my house worries about her self-defense.
Here's my favorite pumpkin patch picture. I think the little bench under the tree is adorable.
It's homecoming week at school. Not sure how I feel about all this school spirit merrriment, but at least it gets me out of classes.
Oh, Anny just decided to tear the stretchy plastic covering off a stress ball and chuck it at me. I don't think she's using it right. It's not going to do her any good on my floor. Weird that she can be so vicious, and once she gets the anger out, she's back to being all sweet and happy like nothing happened. Still makes me mad. And now I'm keeping her stress ball. ^^
I had something on here like two days ago, but there's a reason why my posts are particularly devoid of pictures. It takes so long, and if you screw up the html code somehow, you have spend all that time again fixing it unless you actually know waht you're doing, and I really don't.
I've really busy since Tuesday anyway. Mom's friend's were down, so we did stuff around here and went to NASA on Saturday. Long ride. My friend was over, and we got pumpkins at the pumpkin patch and carved them. <3 Halloween stuff <3
Alright, my sister just came in here, tried to snap my arms in half, smacked me in the head, and ripped off the corner of my fingernail. I was trying to tell her that "Gossip Girl" airs Monday, not Sunday, and she hates to be wrong. I should know not to mess with Anny. She's so much stronger than me. At the beach Thursday, she got mad at me, so she swung me around by the arm three times, let go, and I flew 4 feet and landed almost face first in the sand. Unwillingly...I couldn't get away. She was trying twist my arm at NASA, and my friend said, "Wow, she realy abuses you!" I know! And she's 11! Nobody in my house worries about her self-defense.
Here's my favorite pumpkin patch picture. I think the little bench under the tree is adorable.
It's homecoming week at school. Not sure how I feel about all this school spirit merrriment, but at least it gets me out of classes.
Oh, Anny just decided to tear the stretchy plastic covering off a stress ball and chuck it at me. I don't think she's using it right. It's not going to do her any good on my floor. Weird that she can be so vicious, and once she gets the anger out, she's back to being all sweet and happy like nothing happened. Still makes me mad. And now I'm keeping her stress ball. ^^
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Palin/Biden SNL
I know the Biden/Palin debate is last week's news now, but I was scanning the SNL website, and this is fabulous.
I still have the real thing on my TiVo. I only got to watch a little of it last week.
"We're not going to do the talent portion?" hahaha
Funny they never criticize Obama though. My government teacher sad the other day, "The media is in love with Obama. They would make love to him every night if they could. He could say 'hey, I have a dead baby in my bed at home, and I don't know what to do with it' and the media would be like, "Really, senator? I'm so sorry for you! But you McCain...'" True true, the media loves him.
I still have the real thing on my TiVo. I only got to watch a little of it last week.
"We're not going to do the talent portion?" hahaha
Funny they never criticize Obama though. My government teacher sad the other day, "The media is in love with Obama. They would make love to him every night if they could. He could say 'hey, I have a dead baby in my bed at home, and I don't know what to do with it' and the media would be like, "Really, senator? I'm so sorry for you! But you McCain...'" True true, the media loves him.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Happiness "From the Editor."
So Library today...first I had to color a picture of a castle. The model she gave me looked so pretty, so I tried to make mine like that. Yeah, it looks more like "for 3-year-olds, by 3-year-olds." I did a terrible job. The crayons were those real waxy ones that stick, and they were all really dull, but my biggest problem was my lack of an eye for matching colors. I tried to scratch one off to make it lighter and then color over it to make it blend with the color scheme, but I ended up making it worse. And the crayons had blunt edges, so I didn't even stay inside all the lines...
My second task: I was given a big plastic jar full of a billion different shaped sequins. I had to separate the ones shaped like leaves from the rest. I actually liked doing it--definitely more fun than cutting--but when she told me what to do, I was thinking Psyche and Aphrodite.
Oh, the highlight of my day! I was brimming with enthusiasm. My newspaper teacher said I could proofread some articles for grammar (this one freshman...I was about to go find it on the computer and take out those commas myself. It was really bothering me.), but one of them that I saw was a "From the Editor." That made my entire year. I'm not as afraid of them anymore. At least, they won't show up in my dreams anymore, giving me impossible tasks and glaring menacingly.
Anyway, MY POINT: This article was nothing special! It was an editorial about Freshman Friday, and let's say I'm not going to worry too much anymore when they pull out the seniority card. Being a nice person, and even on here, I feel like it's not my place to comment on the editor-in-chief's article, they (I think it's the girl) used a bunch of cliches, the grammar was worse than that Freshman, and it sounded like they were trying too hard to be politically correct, professional, and to say what they think the administration would like to hear. You have no idea how hard it is to hold back on this. I wanted to red-pen that thing like you have no idea. I wanted to comment on it like they commented on mine. I wanted to take it home so I could reference specific lines in my cathartic rant to whomever would listen, but that would have been mean...
Of the two editors-in-chief, I've never been afraid of the guy. He has talent, so I know it would help me to listen to him, but I went to newspaper camp with him. His, uh, self-confidence amused me. I know he likes to talk big, and I know he's not perfect either.
The girl...I didn't know anything about her going into this, and I don't like having to figure people out. After a few classes though, she bothered me. I realized I have to do what she says anyway, even though I would like to glare at her if I wasn't afraid to make eye contact. She intimidates me.
A lot of my newspaper stress comes from trying to do things right to make my section editor happy. I actually admire her--I read old articles from last year's paper, and she's a good writer, too--and she has a lot to do, so I didn't want to make things harder for her. Plus, she has to deal with Mr. and Miss High and Mighty more often than I do. If I hated everyone in newspaper, I might just take a "screw it" attitude to the whole thing and write what I want. If they just want to talk big and use their pretty editor cards just because they have them, then they can fix my article themselves. Fortunately for my grade, I respect my section editor.
I am going to ask people to read it and tell me what they think. If it goes in like that, even with the grammar fixed, I will be happy to follow their orders for the rest of the year, content in knowing that they're no better than I am. They're just older.
Love and catharsis,
Juliana <3
My second task: I was given a big plastic jar full of a billion different shaped sequins. I had to separate the ones shaped like leaves from the rest. I actually liked doing it--definitely more fun than cutting--but when she told me what to do, I was thinking Psyche and Aphrodite.
Oh, the highlight of my day! I was brimming with enthusiasm. My newspaper teacher said I could proofread some articles for grammar (this one freshman...I was about to go find it on the computer and take out those commas myself. It was really bothering me.), but one of them that I saw was a "From the Editor." That made my entire year. I'm not as afraid of them anymore. At least, they won't show up in my dreams anymore, giving me impossible tasks and glaring menacingly.
Anyway, MY POINT: This article was nothing special! It was an editorial about Freshman Friday, and let's say I'm not going to worry too much anymore when they pull out the seniority card. Being a nice person, and even on here, I feel like it's not my place to comment on the editor-in-chief's article, they (I think it's the girl) used a bunch of cliches, the grammar was worse than that Freshman, and it sounded like they were trying too hard to be politically correct, professional, and to say what they think the administration would like to hear. You have no idea how hard it is to hold back on this. I wanted to red-pen that thing like you have no idea. I wanted to comment on it like they commented on mine. I wanted to take it home so I could reference specific lines in my cathartic rant to whomever would listen, but that would have been mean...
Of the two editors-in-chief, I've never been afraid of the guy. He has talent, so I know it would help me to listen to him, but I went to newspaper camp with him. His, uh, self-confidence amused me. I know he likes to talk big, and I know he's not perfect either.
The girl...I didn't know anything about her going into this, and I don't like having to figure people out. After a few classes though, she bothered me. I realized I have to do what she says anyway, even though I would like to glare at her if I wasn't afraid to make eye contact. She intimidates me.
A lot of my newspaper stress comes from trying to do things right to make my section editor happy. I actually admire her--I read old articles from last year's paper, and she's a good writer, too--and she has a lot to do, so I didn't want to make things harder for her. Plus, she has to deal with Mr. and Miss High and Mighty more often than I do. If I hated everyone in newspaper, I might just take a "screw it" attitude to the whole thing and write what I want. If they just want to talk big and use their pretty editor cards just because they have them, then they can fix my article themselves. Fortunately for my grade, I respect my section editor.
I am going to ask people to read it and tell me what they think. If it goes in like that, even with the grammar fixed, I will be happy to follow their orders for the rest of the year, content in knowing that they're no better than I am. They're just older.
Love and catharsis,
Juliana <3
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Survey Time!
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Newspaper class yesterday.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Yeah, a boy and twin girls, and a townhouse in suburban Chicago. I get together with mothers twice my age every week to swap parenting techniques and complain about the taxes. XD Someday though. I'm already planning.
IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? If I was another person, I wouldn’t understand me. I’m so quiet and my face doesn’t hide emotions well, so I think I turn people off.
DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? I do, it’s bad. I mean, only with malicious intention to people who need to be told off, and I think I’ve gotten better.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Peanut Butter Captain Crunch
DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No, my sneakers don’t even have laces.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? In no way am I strong.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? It changes with my mood, but I really like Mint Chocolate Chip.
WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Ugh so many people, but mostly my former best friend.
WHO’S YOUR OLDEST FRIEND? Francesca, 10 years and one month. Actually, Zac is my oldest friend. I’ve known him for the 12+ years of his life, but I think of him more as family.
WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A couple candy-covered sunflower seeds. I was curious.
IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I hate this question. I think purple, I don’t know why.
FAVORITE SMELLS? Pumpkins and burning wood. It reminds me of Fall.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? I think it was Lisa.
LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? What Women Want
FAVORITE DESSERT? Chunky Chips Ahoy. Best.Cookie.Ever.
WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Breaking Dawn, The Nanny Diaries, and The Kite Runner for English class.
ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? The Beatles, no contest.
MEMORY YOU WANT TO FORGET? My first two months of High School, the day I got yelled at trying to sell ads for my school newspaper, a few newspaper classes, or the day my old best friend told me she couldn’t come to my birthday party because she was considering throwing a Halloween party of her own. That stung.
I’m adding a question because I can’t end with that.
EVER BEEN A NEAT FREAK? Haha! More like a clean freak. I can deal with clutter as long as it’s clean clutter. I use so much hand sanitizer that Purell is thinking about offering me an endorsement deal, and even though my friend says it’s a scam and bad for your skin blah blah blah, it gives me peace of mind.
Love and best wishes for everybody,
Juliana
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Yeah, a boy and twin girls, and a townhouse in suburban Chicago. I get together with mothers twice my age every week to swap parenting techniques and complain about the taxes. XD Someday though. I'm already planning.
IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? If I was another person, I wouldn’t understand me. I’m so quiet and my face doesn’t hide emotions well, so I think I turn people off.
DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? I do, it’s bad. I mean, only with malicious intention to people who need to be told off, and I think I’ve gotten better.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Peanut Butter Captain Crunch
DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No, my sneakers don’t even have laces.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? In no way am I strong.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? It changes with my mood, but I really like Mint Chocolate Chip.
WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Ugh so many people, but mostly my former best friend.
WHO’S YOUR OLDEST FRIEND? Francesca, 10 years and one month. Actually, Zac is my oldest friend. I’ve known him for the 12+ years of his life, but I think of him more as family.
WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A couple candy-covered sunflower seeds. I was curious.
IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I hate this question. I think purple, I don’t know why.
FAVORITE SMELLS? Pumpkins and burning wood. It reminds me of Fall.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? I think it was Lisa.
LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? What Women Want
FAVORITE DESSERT? Chunky Chips Ahoy. Best.Cookie.Ever.
WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Breaking Dawn, The Nanny Diaries, and The Kite Runner for English class.
ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? The Beatles, no contest.
MEMORY YOU WANT TO FORGET? My first two months of High School, the day I got yelled at trying to sell ads for my school newspaper, a few newspaper classes, or the day my old best friend told me she couldn’t come to my birthday party because she was considering throwing a Halloween party of her own. That stung.
I’m adding a question because I can’t end with that.
EVER BEEN A NEAT FREAK? Haha! More like a clean freak. I can deal with clutter as long as it’s clean clutter. I use so much hand sanitizer that Purell is thinking about offering me an endorsement deal, and even though my friend says it’s a scam and bad for your skin blah blah blah, it gives me peace of mind.
Love and best wishes for everybody,
Juliana
Monday, October 6, 2008
Murphy was nice enough to share his Law with me.
Today was lousy. One of those days where there wasn't one specific event that made it bad, it was just a combination. Actually, most of it's lousiness came from newspaper. I actually cried in class today. Managed to suck it up and put on my big girl face because my teacher called me over the second I was about to melt down. Glad she did...I might have really made an idiot of myself. Not that anyone would notice.
I have to come up with an idea for my sidebar. I do not have the mental capacity to do that, I just don't. I am not the least bit creative, and I don't even know where to start looking for an idea. At least at home, I have magazines. I don't do well under pressure, even trivial sidebar-idea pressure, but I'm doing the best I can. The tension in that room has a lot to do with it. I am so afraid of almost everyone in there.
This girl from my newspaper who I've talked to on multiple occasions, worked on a project with before, and was in the adjoining room to her at newspaper camp, asked me today, "Did you just switch into this class?" After affirmed that I've been there since day one (I'm hoping I said it nicely, I was stressed out at that point), she said "Are you a junior or senior? I've never seen you before." I told her I was in the same grade as her, and she's like "Really? How come I've never seen you here?" Then she said something as she walked away like, "How are you so..." I didn't hear the last word. I'm not sure if it was an insult of a compliment. I mean, I remember specific conversations I had with her. She's asked me my name several times before. I mean, I don't expect everyone to remember me, but it hurt my self-esteem a little that I didn't even look familiar to her.
And to add insult to injury, the nice bittersweet cherry on top: Guess who spent the entire period hainging out in the newspaper room? The kid I was trying to find and interview for a week. The kid I stayed up late worrying about interviewing. Chickenhead's brother. The irony tastes sour. I wonder who hated me enough to invite him. That was no accident. Possibly Murphy's Law, but no accident.
On top of all of that, I feel like I've become a third wheel with my two friends. That's always a fun position to be in.
Going to find a sidebar idea if it kills me. It's either that, or my teacher will.
I'm overdramatizing this whole thing, and I sound like a drama queen complainer, but I need something cathartic to clear my head. This works well.
Love to all who don't freak out over little things and my kindred spirits who do,
Juliana
I have to come up with an idea for my sidebar. I do not have the mental capacity to do that, I just don't. I am not the least bit creative, and I don't even know where to start looking for an idea. At least at home, I have magazines. I don't do well under pressure, even trivial sidebar-idea pressure, but I'm doing the best I can. The tension in that room has a lot to do with it. I am so afraid of almost everyone in there.
This girl from my newspaper who I've talked to on multiple occasions, worked on a project with before, and was in the adjoining room to her at newspaper camp, asked me today, "Did you just switch into this class?" After affirmed that I've been there since day one (I'm hoping I said it nicely, I was stressed out at that point), she said "Are you a junior or senior? I've never seen you before." I told her I was in the same grade as her, and she's like "Really? How come I've never seen you here?" Then she said something as she walked away like, "How are you so..." I didn't hear the last word. I'm not sure if it was an insult of a compliment. I mean, I remember specific conversations I had with her. She's asked me my name several times before. I mean, I don't expect everyone to remember me, but it hurt my self-esteem a little that I didn't even look familiar to her.
And to add insult to injury, the nice bittersweet cherry on top: Guess who spent the entire period hainging out in the newspaper room? The kid I was trying to find and interview for a week. The kid I stayed up late worrying about interviewing. Chickenhead's brother. The irony tastes sour. I wonder who hated me enough to invite him. That was no accident. Possibly Murphy's Law, but no accident.
On top of all of that, I feel like I've become a third wheel with my two friends. That's always a fun position to be in.
Going to find a sidebar idea if it kills me. It's either that, or my teacher will.
I'm overdramatizing this whole thing, and I sound like a drama queen complainer, but I need something cathartic to clear my head. This works well.
Love to all who don't freak out over little things and my kindred spirits who do,
Juliana
Sunday, October 5, 2008
When you Give a Kid a Water Glass...
I love weddings. I'm like that 27 Dresses girl. Tonight was fun, I got home at 12:45. It's been 12 hours since I started getting dressed for this. Any big family event things are fun. My family has a lot of them.
Notable wedding party observation: What's is it with little boys and sticking things in water glasses? I have 6 cousins younger than me, all boys, and all can't resist that. I'm pretty sure it's a boy thing. I haven't been around little girls in a while, but I don't remember that being a trend. The youngest, C, was dropping candle wax, flowers, bread, sesame seeds...anything he could find into water. He giggles adorably when he does it, too. I don't get it. It's cute when he does it to his own water, but I have to give him a little "good behavior" reminder when he does it to other people. I don't think it helps. I could tell him to just do it to his water, but I think the whole source of fun is doing it to other people.
Another thing he does with water glasses--he likes to bang silverware on them. When he does it at little family dinners (when I say little, I mean 35 people), everyone knows it's him, but at a huge wedding party where half guests are strangers to us, this noise turns heads. No one thinks C is demanding the "bride and groom kiss" thing, but I don't need a bunch of eyes on me that say, "Julie, take the butter knife away from him." It's not that easy. He'll find something else. We have this joke about Lucas doing that at Easter to see how many people would look at him, then getting on the chair and making a really random toast, so I thought that would be enough for C to understand. This was our conversation:
Me: "C, don't do that. People are going to think you want to make a speech."
C: "What's a speech?" (He's 4. I should have known.)
Me: "They'll make you go up to the microphone and talk."
C: "Why?"
Me: "They think you're trying to get their attention by clinking your glass."
I stopped there because he wouldn't mind having all the attention on him. In fact, I was afraid I might have given him an idea. He got distracted and moved on. Creativity is a big part of handling C. You have to be able to distract him without him knowing he's being distracted. I love him a lot, but I give his mom so much credit. If I have boys, I'm going to ask her for tips.
Zai Jian!
Notable wedding party observation: What's is it with little boys and sticking things in water glasses? I have 6 cousins younger than me, all boys, and all can't resist that. I'm pretty sure it's a boy thing. I haven't been around little girls in a while, but I don't remember that being a trend. The youngest, C, was dropping candle wax, flowers, bread, sesame seeds...anything he could find into water. He giggles adorably when he does it, too. I don't get it. It's cute when he does it to his own water, but I have to give him a little "good behavior" reminder when he does it to other people. I don't think it helps. I could tell him to just do it to his water, but I think the whole source of fun is doing it to other people.
Another thing he does with water glasses--he likes to bang silverware on them. When he does it at little family dinners (when I say little, I mean 35 people), everyone knows it's him, but at a huge wedding party where half guests are strangers to us, this noise turns heads. No one thinks C is demanding the "bride and groom kiss" thing, but I don't need a bunch of eyes on me that say, "Julie, take the butter knife away from him." It's not that easy. He'll find something else. We have this joke about Lucas doing that at Easter to see how many people would look at him, then getting on the chair and making a really random toast, so I thought that would be enough for C to understand. This was our conversation:
C: "What's a speech?" (He's 4. I should have known.)
Me: "They'll make you go up to the microphone and talk."
C: "Why?"
Me: "They think you're trying to get their attention by clinking your glass."
I stopped there because he wouldn't mind having all the attention on him. In fact, I was afraid I might have given him an idea. He got distracted and moved on. Creativity is a big part of handling C. You have to be able to distract him without him knowing he's being distracted. I love him a lot, but I give his mom so much credit. If I have boys, I'm going to ask her for tips.
Zai Jian!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Piano accessories, shoe shopping, and the ubiquitous wine glasses.
There's this girl in my Spanish class who wears a piano on her belt.
No kidding. It's one of those little kid's electronic keyboards, Fisher Price or something, maybe 10 inches across. She hooks it to her belt. I don't even know if I can explain this right, I wish I had a picture. Have you ever met anyone who wears a piano? How did she come up with that?? This is the second time I've seen her with it. I've talked about her outfits on here before.
My sister needed shoes for my cousin's wedding, so we went to Payless after school. I think I'm the only girl in the country who is bored out of my mind in a shoe store. I was making faces in the mirror like a little kid and playing with the bead on my school ID necklace. I really hate shoe shopping.
Oh, I saw this pair of kids cat slippers...instead of having the heads facing forward so it looks like the cats are walking as you walk, the cats' faces are looking up at you, and their feet are in the air as if they're lying on their backs. That's a little morbid to me...it's like you're stepping on their stomach and mopping the floor with them. It's weird.
Agg I've spent the last 45 minutes cleaning the kitchen from the pre-dinner party for out-of-town family (here for my cousin's wedding). Anny was supposed to be helping me, but she decided to eat Doritos and watch TV instead. Evidently, Pushing Daisies DVDs can't be paused or it runis the flow of the story. I convinced her to put some forks in the dishwasher and the extent of her help stopped there. I gave her the "Don't you want to help me?" look a few times, but she just said, "Why are you looking at me like that?" I figure it's not worth the argument to wash a few wine glasses by myself.
Back to cleaning. I probably have to rearrange the fridge again to accomodate more leftover pizza or something. Anny won't help with that either. I'm going to have to change back into the pink shirt when everybody gets back from dinner. Pink clothes make me self-conscious for some reason. More babbling or random videos when I get the motivation.
No kidding. It's one of those little kid's electronic keyboards, Fisher Price or something, maybe 10 inches across. She hooks it to her belt. I don't even know if I can explain this right, I wish I had a picture. Have you ever met anyone who wears a piano? How did she come up with that?? This is the second time I've seen her with it. I've talked about her outfits on here before.
My sister needed shoes for my cousin's wedding, so we went to Payless after school. I think I'm the only girl in the country who is bored out of my mind in a shoe store. I was making faces in the mirror like a little kid and playing with the bead on my school ID necklace. I really hate shoe shopping.
Oh, I saw this pair of kids cat slippers...instead of having the heads facing forward so it looks like the cats are walking as you walk, the cats' faces are looking up at you, and their feet are in the air as if they're lying on their backs. That's a little morbid to me...it's like you're stepping on their stomach and mopping the floor with them. It's weird.
Agg I've spent the last 45 minutes cleaning the kitchen from the pre-dinner party for out-of-town family (here for my cousin's wedding). Anny was supposed to be helping me, but she decided to eat Doritos and watch TV instead. Evidently, Pushing Daisies DVDs can't be paused or it runis the flow of the story. I convinced her to put some forks in the dishwasher and the extent of her help stopped there. I gave her the "Don't you want to help me?" look a few times, but she just said, "Why are you looking at me like that?" I figure it's not worth the argument to wash a few wine glasses by myself.
Back to cleaning. I probably have to rearrange the fridge again to accomodate more leftover pizza or something. Anny won't help with that either. I'm going to have to change back into the pink shirt when everybody gets back from dinner. Pink clothes make me self-conscious for some reason. More babbling or random videos when I get the motivation.
Ahh! Get out of my head! Out!
This song has been stuck in my head for three days, since I was watching What Women Want on Tuesday and they played it. Ahh, not even the friendship song from Chinese class could get this one out. I was singing it in Payless today before I realized...I'm not about to submit the quiet store to my horrible singing.
So I'm posting it becaue it obviously has some unfinished business with me. The ghost of pop songs past. Plus, it's clips from "Gilmore Girls," my absolute favorite show.
So I'm posting it becaue it obviously has some unfinished business with me. The ghost of pop songs past. Plus, it's clips from "Gilmore Girls," my absolute favorite show.
Gossip Girl's Georgina.
So the story behind her: She was Serena's old friend from her partying days who came back to ruin her life...and succeeded. She pretended to be some girl named Sarah and befriended her boyfriend Dan to steal him away, pretending that she didn't know Serena. Meanwhile, she had this tape of and held it as blackmail, so Serena couldn't tell Dan the truth. Michelle Trachtenberg did an amazing job with this role.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Lightening the mood with Gossip Girl.
In the mood to talk about something light and frivolous, and what's more frivolous than "Gossip Girl?"
This made me laugh. I've always wondered if they gained any kind of fame (or infamy) through the Gossip Girl blasts.
I'm really sick of Dan and Serena's break-up drama, I usually don't pay attention when they're whining about "She lies to me!" and "I can't forgive him for Georgina!" Oh, on a side note, the girl who played Georgina did an amazing job. I was actually yelling at the TV when she was on. She played that character so well. I'm going to post a Georgina video. Who was that actress...the girl from Buffy and Ice Princess...Michelle Trachtenberg!
Looking for Georgina video. Embedding is disabled on the one I wanted.
This made me laugh. I've always wondered if they gained any kind of fame (or infamy) through the Gossip Girl blasts.
I'm really sick of Dan and Serena's break-up drama, I usually don't pay attention when they're whining about "She lies to me!" and "I can't forgive him for Georgina!" Oh, on a side note, the girl who played Georgina did an amazing job. I was actually yelling at the TV when she was on. She played that character so well. I'm going to post a Georgina video. Who was that actress...the girl from Buffy and Ice Princess...Michelle Trachtenberg!
Looking for Georgina video. Embedding is disabled on the one I wanted.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I want all of this to be over.
I couldn't sleep until 2 AM last night worrying about the high and mighty newspaper editors-in-cheif ripping me to pieces. I can't find chickenhead's brother to get that car crash interview! He wasn't at school on Monday. I looked for him today at lunch, I asked people where to find him, and still no interview. Seriously, though, this question is for anyone who actually knows me: Can you picture me doing something like this? Walking up to a senior I don't know and asking for an interview? A year ago, I couldn't even order pizza on the phone without shaking! At lunch, I was physically shaking in my chair. No lie, I had to hold onto the table. This is after I gave up looking for the guy and decided I should eat because I had to shelve books for a couple hours this afternoon.
I had to get two interviews in class last class, one of them never showed up, and I didn't have time to change everything in my article because I was on the damn phone. On top of that, I was supposed to change basically everything becasue the whole thing was an opinion article. I'm trying so hard at this! I really am!
On top of that, I get all this condescension from this girl who's writing an article about a dance club or something. "Wow, that's a lot of corrections. How are you going to fix that?" and "You don't have full interviews for everybody? Really?" Okay, I don't need that from you right now! Do you want me to cry? I don't know how the hell I'm going to fix it! Leave me alone so I can think!!!
I spent forever fixing it yesterday, but I think it's too late. My friends are just like "F them, do they have any idea how much work you've put into this? Do they know what this is doing to you?" According to Miss High and Mighty, I'm a news writer. I don't exist in the article; therefore, it doesn't matter what it's doing to me.
Here's something I've been thinking about. I'm going through all this to get an interview with someone who's already famous at school. I hear people talk about him all the time. Actually, I asked this girl who knows him to tell me where I can find him at lunch, and she started saying how much she hates him and that I'm wasting my time. Why does he need his name published? Basically, his story is supposed to give my article credibility. I did not join newspaper to name-drop. It's not US Weekly devoid of opinions.
I now realized that our paper isn't boring because of the writers, it's boring because we spend so much time searching for quotes and making sure we don't editorialize that we sort of forget that IT'S A SCHOOL NEWSPAPER. NOBODY CARES ABOUT ANY OF THAT! My friend said that today when I zoned out for the 1100th time at lunch thinking about it. I could have gotten a signed interview and direct quotes from her on this, but I'm not an automaton. Sorry.
Apologies for ranting again, but I spent 3 hours laying in bed last night trying not to think about all of this and how it's basically a foresight into my pathetic future.
"Pushing Daisies" season premiere tonight! I thought I should end with something happy.
I had to get two interviews in class last class, one of them never showed up, and I didn't have time to change everything in my article because I was on the damn phone. On top of that, I was supposed to change basically everything becasue the whole thing was an opinion article. I'm trying so hard at this! I really am!
On top of that, I get all this condescension from this girl who's writing an article about a dance club or something. "Wow, that's a lot of corrections. How are you going to fix that?" and "You don't have full interviews for everybody? Really?" Okay, I don't need that from you right now! Do you want me to cry? I don't know how the hell I'm going to fix it! Leave me alone so I can think!!!
I spent forever fixing it yesterday, but I think it's too late. My friends are just like "F them, do they have any idea how much work you've put into this? Do they know what this is doing to you?" According to Miss High and Mighty, I'm a news writer. I don't exist in the article; therefore, it doesn't matter what it's doing to me.
Here's something I've been thinking about. I'm going through all this to get an interview with someone who's already famous at school. I hear people talk about him all the time. Actually, I asked this girl who knows him to tell me where I can find him at lunch, and she started saying how much she hates him and that I'm wasting my time. Why does he need his name published? Basically, his story is supposed to give my article credibility. I did not join newspaper to name-drop. It's not US Weekly devoid of opinions.
I now realized that our paper isn't boring because of the writers, it's boring because we spend so much time searching for quotes and making sure we don't editorialize that we sort of forget that IT'S A SCHOOL NEWSPAPER. NOBODY CARES ABOUT ANY OF THAT! My friend said that today when I zoned out for the 1100th time at lunch thinking about it. I could have gotten a signed interview and direct quotes from her on this, but I'm not an automaton. Sorry.
Apologies for ranting again, but I spent 3 hours laying in bed last night trying not to think about all of this and how it's basically a foresight into my pathetic future.
"Pushing Daisies" season premiere tonight! I thought I should end with something happy.
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