Angel of Hope

Who knew tennis could hurt your hands so much? I have purple dents in my hand from the racket handle, it’s quite painful. I have my French and Math midterms tomorrow, and I still haven’t started studying yet. Which is absolutely wonderful, because I’m on the border of an A- and a B+, so if I fail this, I just might as well kill myself.

And you might think of this as a vice or a virtue, but I don’t get stressed out. I get nervous, sure, but I never have any stress. So… I guess I should be stressed right now.

WHICH brings me to my next point, if you are stressed, please listen to this, it will calm you down. A. Lot. Trust me. It’s beautiful.
http://www.noteflight.com/scores/embed

Gorgeous. Anyhow, I’d write more but I have to studying and I am starving. Have a nice day.

Youtuber’s Guide to Dominate the Top Comments

Here is a guide teaching you how to Get a Top Comment Fast!

ALL you have to do is fill out the form below!

Follow this structure:

“[insert number of dislikes] people are [word contradicting the title]“

“If I get [insert number] thumbs up, I will [insert action]“

“Thumbs up if [insert name] sent you here!” *(“Thumbs up if” is optional)

“This is the kind of music that should be popular, not some [insert pop artist name] song!”

“[Insert artist name] sang this best!”

“Like if you are the 308th viewer!”

“[Insert obvious statement] Thumbs up if you agree!”

“This is better than Bieber!”

“This is better than Rebecca Black!”

“Thumbs up if you are watching this in [insert current year]” (Also beginning to trend: I’m watching this in 589 BC on my iStone”)

“I raped/broke the replay button”

“People thought the dislike button says dis i like”

“FUCK advertisement”

“I used to [insert verb] but then I took an arrow to the knee.”

“Calling her [INSERT NEGATIVE ADJECTIVE] won’t make you [INSERT OPPOSITE ADJECTIVE]” (and so on for about 5-10 lines)

“Press [insert number] over and over again.”

Congratulations! Now you can have every top comment!

AND…one more thing.

I LOST MY VIRGINITY AT AGE 8!!!

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Just kidding! (Admit that you fell into the trap, because we both know that you did.)

And now that I have your attention, Gleeks, anyone? If not, I really do highly encourage you to watch Glee. No, I take that back. Do NOT watch Glee! (Aha, Reverse psychology, see? Except that I just ruined it.) So whatever you do, don’t watch glee. Don’t watch the latest episode that isn’t titled “Hold On to Sixteen.” (And if it makes you laugh at me, I accidentally typed “Sexteen” the first time. That’s right. I want attention. Judge me.) In fact, even if you disobey obey me and watch that horrible episode, make sure you do not, in all your life, listen to the absolutely terrible song, “We Are Young.” Don’t watch it. In fact, I will give you the link so that you know what to NOT press if you ever see it: youtube.com/watch?v=ul-pLYo5MJ8

But fine, if you REALLY want to watch it, then…DON’T!

PS Follow @GottaMeetDiana. Not me, but she’s awesome. Wait no don’t follow her.

The Book Thief

I just finished reading The Book Thief. You ask, “Did you cry?” I think that is a very, very, very stupid question. Hell yes I cried.

But one thing that is NOT SATISFACTORY about this book is that there isn’t a movie! Now I want to grow up quicker and direct this movie. You know, before another crappy director ruins it by making everybody supermodels instead of starving Jews. But ha! As if I have time to make a short film, much less a movie. But hey, I’ve got theatre friends…a play at least?

Except I can’t compete with this:

Whatever, let me go back to crying.

Memories

A sample of something I wrote for fun :

(Okay, okay, I may or may not have written it for this type of future writing competition, where you have to write about the future and include future-ish descriptions. That’s why you see me struggling to describe the futureness of it)

Memories

Listen, and I will tell you. Everything is true.

I stared longingly out the stained window, wanting the vast, blue dome above my head and the twinkling stars again. I picked up a faded old photograph of the night sky. It is one of the only 2D photographs left, and not legally. Since the Revolution, these no longer existed, only the newer kind. The newer photos don’t have any scenery, though. Of course they couldn’t, nothing real. Nature was almost completely destroyed after what happened. Which reminded me once more of how I got in this cramped cell, because I was “a hindrance to the success of a newer, better, more civilized nation.” And “An impediment to a better world” with all my “absurdity and perverse rebellions.” I was…confused. No, confused isn’t the right word… Astounded by what they did, I guess. Did I regret not fighting until the end? I could not answer my question. Then I looked into the old photograph again. The constellations seemed to be winking and smiling tauntingly me, right there but so out of reach.

I folded my tattered old jacket up, using it as a pillow, and pressed myself tight against the wall, as if I could slowly, slowly dissolve into it and become a part of the wall. I longed for fresh air, the smell of grass, the sweet scent of a lavender farm, of honeysuckle, the…smell of home. I dug my head into my jacket, and inhaled. The old smell of dirt and buttercups was becoming fainter and fainter, like an old memory slipping away. I clutched the jacket like I was trying to hold on to the scent, just to breathe it, be a part of it, a part of home, just a little bit longer. Just a little bit, but all this, this nature, this beauty of the outdoors, was slipping away, and as I grasped the jacket tighter, it seemed to fade even faster. Almost as if the memories were sliding between my fingers and evaporating into the distance.
The crack in the door stared at me. I put my hands there, and felt the cool metal of it on the tips of my fingers. Escape was right there, but just a crack, like it was too shy. But wait, the crack got bigger, and strange light slid into the room. The old door opened wider, and I jerked my fingers away. A fuzzy figure tiptoed into the room, but I didn’t notice it that much. All my mind could register was bright…too bright, unnatural. You’d think I would have jumped up to escape, but my mind suddenly decided to function too sluggishly. If only sluggishly, though, because it seems to have stopped altogether. But then, as if recovering from numbness, a tiny portion of my mind was screaming for me to run, that I was in danger. I was in too much shock to register. I was in too much shock, really, for anything, but somehow, I slowly became aware of the blurred figure. All I remember was that it bent down, down right next to me, in a motion that was so strange, like my eyes couldn’t catch up with what it was doing, just a blur. It felt like trying to see through mud. It was right next to my ear, and breathed. It started whispering, whispering more urgently now, but occasionally pausing, waiting for a response. It received none. It was ordering a chain of unrecognizable commands, but it was not unfriendly, more like trying to…help? I took a second to remember the word.The voice was desperate. I could not tell what the voice was saying, though. Too fast, it was a jumbled mess. All I knew was that there was something about to happen, something bad that I couldn’t stop, like being tied down to train tracks, feeling the vibration turn into a shake, then an eruption of roars. Just then, I felt overwhelming déjà vu. My body went rigid and I braced myself, because I remember all too clearly exactly what would happen next. The mud washed away, and like it was never there, it revealed an image, too certain, too vivid. And it was true. Did the figure scream? No, the strange figure could not scream as two guards beat and dragged him away, because he was dead.

I woke up gasping and panting, a mumbled curse escaping my lips. How many times had I had this nightmare? I honestly cannot tell you. When was it finally going to become true? A part of me wanted it to just happen already, just do it and get done with it. I propped myself up on my sore elbows, cursing the cold stone ground. With a mind of its own and a silent cue, my body froze, and my heart sank like an anchor, like dead weight was just pushing down on me. Dread filled me, while terror completely took over my body. But then just like that, just like before, it all went away and made room for the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

That is because I knew that this was real. I knew it would happen. I knew what would happen.

The little vent in the door opened, blinding lights invading my space. It wasn’t a pleasant light, no, not like the sunshine or stars, or the moonlight every once in a while when the polluted haze blanketing the earth cleared a bit. It was artificial and blinding, like hospital lights.

What happened was not what I expected. Much duller, I do admit.

A little stone bowl of bread, ham, and a dried up slice of cheese appeared in front of the door, and a cup with some acid rain and a water filter mix. I would have the food later; I didn’t have much of an appetite now.

What did I eat when I was a child, when food was plentiful? All I remember was the big meadows, the fields, but not clearly. I just know I long for the blue skies again, and the stars and trees and hills and oceans and…

I took another long look at the old photograph. I don’t remember where this was taken. I don’t know when, and who would take a picture of just stars?

I tried to remember more of the details, but faded off to sleep quickly. This time, my dream wasn’t the screaming mysterious man. I had a lucid dream, and it was like my soul was conscious while everything else slept.

That was when the feeling hit me again.

As I felt something approaching, just felt it, I started thinking. This is it. Not just a drill this time.

Do you ask me how I know? Well, for one, this time, there is a plan.

A quite clever one, if I do say so myself.

I hate guarding the jail. Most prisoners are here because they opposed the Revolution. I secretly disliked it, too, along with most other people, but some things must not be said.

So as I saw two figures slide past me quickly, I mentioned nothing to the other guards. I only wish I could pause that moment, because in that instant when the two men slid past, one was holding an old tattered up jacket, but it wasn’t the jacket that interested me. Was it my imagination, or did I smell a faint, old smell? It reminded me of the times before. The flowers, those yellow ones. I forgot the name, but you know what I’m talking about, right?

FDELJWODSE

Can I just say that I’m excited? Good movies are popping up all over the place!!!!!

I still haven’t seen the new Pirates of the Carribean, shame on me. And I really need to watch J. Edgar. I mean, not even a question, it is something that must be completed. And watch Breaking Dawn. I mean, I have to watch it. Just have to.

Anyways, next year, March 23rd, Hunger Games!!!!!!! And, to top it all off, like the tear-jerking cherry on top, April 6th, TITANIC. REMAKE. IN. 3. D. KILL. ME. BEFORE. I. HYPER. VENT. IL. LATE.

So excuse me while I cry my eyes out over just the trailer of it.

Oh, and PS, am I the only one to find Pierre Boulanger slightly more than merely attractive? Also known as hot and sexy?

Twilight Book vs. Movie

Okay, for me, the movie ruined the book. And trust me, I usually am so against hating. But the movie really did disappoint me.

The books were amazing. I mean, sure, they might not be genius, but I did enjoy them, and they stirred up emotion, which, for me, is the definition of a successful story. Isn’t that what all stories, whether it be books or movies, are supposed to do? Anyways, now, I hate to admit it, but I used to be the hugest Twilight freak you’d ever find. I was obsessed with the books, and I’d flip to a random page and read a few chapters, and I would constantly be quoting the book in school, and I’d draw Twilight doodles everywhere. I was so excited for the movie to come out, although I was a bit mad that there’s be a bunch of new (lazy) audiences who haven’t read the book.

The movie was a disappointment. Must I list the things that went wrong?

Casting/character:

Bella is shy and awkward, not emo and monotone. Kristen Stewart kind of has the looks, but not the acting.

Edward is supposed to be super handsome (not hot, handsome. Like, back in the old days kind of handsome). What went wrong?

Rosalie is supposed to be goddamn GORGEOUS, again, what happened?

They supposed to be smooth/swift/agile and drop-dead gorgeous and intimidating and mysterious.

Special effects:

The sparkling. Went. Wrong.

They need to be a lot more pale.

The overall thing was low-budget, but just because it’s low-budget, doesn’t mean it has to LOOK low-budget.

Others:

The whole tone of the movie was sort of like a flat line, if that makes sense.

Needs to be more creepy.

They left out my favorite chapter.

 

So even though I was such a hardcore fan, the movie STILL ruined it for me? That must be a pretty bad movie. And what bothers me is people who didn’t read the books who say Twilight sucks, I mean, it’s the movie! Not the books, the movie that sucks! And people who obsess over the movies irritate me. Like, wow, if you liked the MOVIE, you’d die after reading the books! It’s just, I think the movie had potential, but even I am a better actor than some of the people cast into Twilight. I’ve only been in two school plays.

Mono

I have mono! What’s weird is that the main symptoms is a rash/swollen-ness all over my body. I’m fine today, the rash went away after I slept, but yesterday, for some reason, it would come on wherever I put a lot of pressure for a long time. I was sitting down, and my but and thighs got all swollen. I took a small nap, and my face (I toss and turn, so both my cheeks that were on the pillow) got swollen. The thing is, I feel fine, and pretty healthy. The doctor said that my lymph nodes are swollen, though, and I know I have mono, because the blood test came positive. Oh, and my lips keep bleeding, but that’s probably because the weather is cold.
So weird, though, because whenever I hear people have mono, they are suffering and have to stay at home for a really long time… I feel perfectly normal though. No fever or anything.

Anyways, I read that you can get more toned thighs if you stretch and do 50 squats a day. That sounds really really easy, I’m going to try it to see if it works.

PS I PROMISE I WASN’T KISSING ANYONE

Sites, videos, etc.

This won’t be long, since I always promise myself to go to sleep earlier, but somehow can never do it, I’m determined to go to sleep earlier today. But anyways, how did your 11/11/11 11:11 go? Pretty awesome for me. Of course, I got sick that day… Way to confuse me, forces of nature.

Okay, I know I asked this before, but are there any Darren Criss fans out there? I’m organizing a thing, it’s a video for Darren’s 25th birthday, and it is pretty. awesome. if I do say so myself. https://www.facebook.com/DCST.Birthday.Present

And, have you seen Avril Lavigne’s “When You’re Gone” music video? I must say, I literally cried the first time I watched it…I don’t cry much. Not much at all.

Okay, I don’t typically watch this kind of video, but I found it out of the blue, and it’s pretty interesting. It’s the kind that you’d forget after a while, but somehow is just really interesting. For me, at least–>http://edition.cnn.com/2011/11/13/opinion/meyer-lie-spotting/index.html?&hpt=hp_c2

Also, an update: New current obsession! B-girl! (girls who break dance.) It’s just that I’m sort of a tom-boy, and one of those feminists who are all “us women can be just as great as you men in the sports world”, and I’m just saying women are stronger or anything, because biologically, we’re not, but we can accomplish just as much. Anyways, I saw someone post something like “I break dance even though I’m a girl.” Excuse me, EVEN THOUGH, does this mean girls can’t break dance? So I’ve been obsessing over those b-girl videos on Youtube.

Wow, I said this wouldn’t be a long post but boy, was I wrong. Well bye then.

 

 

 

 

Hair Rant

I love to rant on and on and on and on and on, so I thought the perfect place would be here.

So hair. I heard that a very small percentage of women like their hair. That reminded me of my own hair. I don’t usually do much to it, but I do take hair of it. But I’m started to get a bit irritated with it, even though to most people, my hair would probably be amazing.

I don’t straighten it (most of the time) or dye it or anything, and I try to use deep conditioner and leave-in conditioner once a week, so my hair is fairly healthy. It is super thick and has tons of volume, especially after I shower. Anyways, it is super thick, which is pretty good, since people complain about having thin hair a lot, but here’s the problem: My. Hair. Does. Not. Grow. I mean it does, but super super super super super super super super super slowly. I don’t get it trimmed very often, about two or three times a year, but in those huge time periods, it still only grows about an inch. Last time I got it trimmed was two or three months ago, and my hair hasn’t grown. I mean not just that I don’t notice, I have ways to “measure” how long my hair is, and it’s really only grown maybe a few centimeters.

WHY?!?!? I really want to have long hair. My friend has thick, long hair and it’s really pretty. My hair isn’t too short, but I’d like it to be longer anyways.

That’s my story. There’s no real point to it…but whatever. Oh, and, if you’re thinking, “I DON’T CARE!!” you can feel free to close this page and never come back again, just saying.