I have returned! I know, I haven't started re-typing the Journal yet. That's mostly because of two reasons:
1. Homework (three AP classes and annoying non-AP homework) and
2. I have forgotten where I put the journal.
It's not here around the computer, but I don't really feel like going on a supermassive quest to go and find it, since I have two tests, two essays, an essay rewrite and a novella to read, all of which are due sometime between tomorrow and October 11th. Well, make that three essays. Yeah, senior year is hard. Therefore, please forgive me if I'm horribly inconsistent with posting in the near future (ahem... until December). I'm liable to be going insane, procrastinating, or doing homework. This is one of the saner moments I have had in a while.
Also, I have college applications to figure out. I'll be working on that mostly this weekend, because I will actually have ample TIME to crank out several essays and update everything that needs to be updated and email the people who are writing letters for me and stuff. This'll be hard, but, then again, who said senior year was easy? And whoever says that deserves a rewind to their first semester of senior year.
Oh, yeah. I'm doing National Novel Writing Month again. I have college applications due by November 1st, November 15th, and December 1st. The earliest deadline is one of the schools I'm only applying to because mother insists I need more fit/ reach schools, so I don't really care if I miss that deadline. I haven't even visited it. Well, I've SEEN it, but I haven't been through the whole shebang of the Official College Tour there.
On the upside, I have almost all of my plot and stuff worked out for NaNoWriMo this year, which is a lot better than last year. I mean, last year wasn't a complete fail, but I didn't verify and I could split the whole thing into five books and nobody would care, because the plot is that expansive. And the characters were good. I liked them, but there was so much I could have done with them.
That's what you get when you base a novel off of a video game. A long story and no snazzy developments. But I'll be working on it... at some piont.
This year, however, I'm completely prepared. Well, MOSTLY prepared. I still have to get some more Shakespeare quotes, but other than that, I think I'm okay. I have all my character names, plot twists, character developments, showdowns, sub-plots, and potential insults that I think I might need. Okay, I could also use some more plot twists of a non-generic variety, but other than that, I'm okay. And I have time to figure this out, right?
This year, I'm probably going to post every day again, for a daily update about where I am in the novel and such. I'm just scared that this year I won't have enough plot to cover 50,000 words. The Shakespeare should help some, but I don't know how much it will help.
That's why I need some good fantasy/ fairy tale plot twists, and maybe some more chances for soliloquies. And maybe some Madonna songs as well, for my villain.
Yes, he's one of THOSE villains, who pretends to do evil acts because he's being manipulated, but really has a talent for singing and a lot of dramatics. Or, rather, he THINKS he has a talent for singing. Like that new kid on "Glee" who has self-diagnosed Asberger's Syndrome (not sure if that is how you spell it) when really she just wants to avoid having any tact whatsoever. And also who is so off-key that even the person with the worst ear in the music world (and maybe a moderate ear outside of it) can tell that she is off. If a song is in the key of D, she will sing it in G. Without tact.
Anyway, the point of that rant is that that character, while completely moronic, is very well-played, and also that my villain thinks he can be the next American Idol (... or Mercanova Idol, as the case may be), but really he will be completely off-key and tone-deaf and comes up with horrendous plans. Unfortunately, he DOES go overboard with the whole I'm-A-Villain-So-I-Must-Dress-Like-It type thing.
I'm SO bad at creating villains.
All right, I'm going off to research Shakespearean monolouges, Shakespearean soliloquies, Shakespearean Quotes, and, best of all (my favorite, at least), Shakespearean INSULTS. And do all that homework that I have to do. And some character stuff. And stuff.
Yeah, I've gotta go.
Bye.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Ridiculosity and resumption of Europe Journal
I must admit, I have been absolutely horrendous about posting consistently. I'm AWARE that I haven't finished posting the Europe Journal (and if you weren't aware of my lack of finishing the posting of the Europe Journal, then... well... I'm telling you now). HOWEVER, that will be fixed this weekend. And hopefully soon thereafter.
Of course, that depends on whether I actually finish the college applications I was planning to do this weekend. And whether I finish reading about the Federalist Papers and judicial review and other government stuff. And stuff of that nature. And all the other occupational hazards of being a senior in high school. I'm aware that I'm not good at posting regularly. I will have you know that it isn't my fault. It's the fault of having enough HOMEWORK to get on my nerves and prevent me from posting. Also, I am out of the habit of posting regularly. That's another thing I will have to fix. Anyway, I hope it'll be fixed.
Anyway, in other news, if I haven't said this before (and I am pretty sure I have), my school's drama department is AMAZING. I just got back from the first black box play of the year, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." It was AMAZINGLY well-performed, especially for a high school show. Maybe it was BECAUSE it was a high school show is the reason why it was so amazing. Anyway, it was really good and I recommend it to EVERYONE who is not doing anything tomorrow night.
It's a very dark show, that's true, but it's a very cool one. Even though the main character dies and the annoying character prevails and all is not essentially well, but it IS well because one of the most tormented characters finally goes free, but whatever. It's complex. And that's what's good about it.
Anyhow, the worst part of senior year has been confirmed: I have lots of homework. It sucks. Although I like doing homework (yes, I'm a dork), I don't like settling down to do it, and it's the sort of homework that I have to sit down and do for around half an hour a day (it's mostly long-term stuff) or else I'll procrastinate until the night before, and then flip out because I haven't done something that's worth twenty percent of my grade. So I DO have daily homework, but yet I don't. It's hard to explain, but it exists, and doing that homework every single day and not trying to BS it is the hardest part. Except for actually doing AP English, and understanding whether or not we actually have stuff to do for AP government. And, when I DO have AB Calculus homework, understanding what it was my teacher said in class that morning. Eventually it's figure-out-able, but not before I've felt very stupid for half an hour because I feel like I should remember the content of the assignment, but I don't.
Hopefully I won't have to do that for the rest of my life.
Hopefully I won't have to ever use Calculus in my future, especially since I'm planning on studying Shakespeare, theatre, literature, and/ or history in college.
Of course, going to college requires applying...
which I have to do tomorrow...
Along with not sleeping in...
And also homework...
And also room-cleaning...
Welcome to high school. I hope this doesn't go on for the rest of my life.
Because that would majorly suck.
I actually don't mind the reading part of the homework. It's the understanding part that I don't like. See, it's not that I don't get some of it. I DO get a lot of it. It's the fact that it's required reading and I HAVE to read it in order to pass and get into a good college and not have to actually use calculus in my future. Not that I would anyway. I don't think writers or actors use calculus. Do they?
I'm not sure.
In other news, I'm tired and I need to sleep.
Also, if I haven't posted this already (I may have, I don't remember and I don't feel like going back and checking), there is a link that you can follow here that is all of the professionally-taken photos of the Shakespeare Camp I was in. The Teen Ensemble (the one I was in) is about 2/3rds of the way down (the photographer intentionally took photos of random blank white things to separate the three groups, and ours is after the second grayish-white photo). There are some good photos of me dying and fighting and stuff. And yeah.
Okay, goodnight.
Of course, that depends on whether I actually finish the college applications I was planning to do this weekend. And whether I finish reading about the Federalist Papers and judicial review and other government stuff. And stuff of that nature. And all the other occupational hazards of being a senior in high school. I'm aware that I'm not good at posting regularly. I will have you know that it isn't my fault. It's the fault of having enough HOMEWORK to get on my nerves and prevent me from posting. Also, I am out of the habit of posting regularly. That's another thing I will have to fix. Anyway, I hope it'll be fixed.
Anyway, in other news, if I haven't said this before (and I am pretty sure I have), my school's drama department is AMAZING. I just got back from the first black box play of the year, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." It was AMAZINGLY well-performed, especially for a high school show. Maybe it was BECAUSE it was a high school show is the reason why it was so amazing. Anyway, it was really good and I recommend it to EVERYONE who is not doing anything tomorrow night.
It's a very dark show, that's true, but it's a very cool one. Even though the main character dies and the annoying character prevails and all is not essentially well, but it IS well because one of the most tormented characters finally goes free, but whatever. It's complex. And that's what's good about it.
Anyhow, the worst part of senior year has been confirmed: I have lots of homework. It sucks. Although I like doing homework (yes, I'm a dork), I don't like settling down to do it, and it's the sort of homework that I have to sit down and do for around half an hour a day (it's mostly long-term stuff) or else I'll procrastinate until the night before, and then flip out because I haven't done something that's worth twenty percent of my grade. So I DO have daily homework, but yet I don't. It's hard to explain, but it exists, and doing that homework every single day and not trying to BS it is the hardest part. Except for actually doing AP English, and understanding whether or not we actually have stuff to do for AP government. And, when I DO have AB Calculus homework, understanding what it was my teacher said in class that morning. Eventually it's figure-out-able, but not before I've felt very stupid for half an hour because I feel like I should remember the content of the assignment, but I don't.
Hopefully I won't have to do that for the rest of my life.
Hopefully I won't have to ever use Calculus in my future, especially since I'm planning on studying Shakespeare, theatre, literature, and/ or history in college.
Of course, going to college requires applying...
which I have to do tomorrow...
Along with not sleeping in...
And also homework...
And also room-cleaning...
Welcome to high school. I hope this doesn't go on for the rest of my life.
Because that would majorly suck.
I actually don't mind the reading part of the homework. It's the understanding part that I don't like. See, it's not that I don't get some of it. I DO get a lot of it. It's the fact that it's required reading and I HAVE to read it in order to pass and get into a good college and not have to actually use calculus in my future. Not that I would anyway. I don't think writers or actors use calculus. Do they?
I'm not sure.
In other news, I'm tired and I need to sleep.
Also, if I haven't posted this already (I may have, I don't remember and I don't feel like going back and checking), there is a link that you can follow here that is all of the professionally-taken photos of the Shakespeare Camp I was in. The Teen Ensemble (the one I was in) is about 2/3rds of the way down (the photographer intentionally took photos of random blank white things to separate the three groups, and ours is after the second grayish-white photo). There are some good photos of me dying and fighting and stuff. And yeah.
Okay, goodnight.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
SEEENIORRR!
I am now a senior in high school. AAAH!!! However, my recent summer adventures have aided me in comprehending stuff. For example, analyzing Shakespeare in Camp Shakespeare set the foundation for me figuring out what my teacher is saying in AP English 12 (a literature course).
Of course, the symbolism is there if you look for it (and if you know what you're looking for) either way, but now I know a bit of what to look for in wording just because of Shakespeare Camp. It's awesome! :)
However, I DO have homework. And it sucks. A lot. I'm not at the point where I have to stay up until midnight (... yet) but I've definitely had less work in the first week of school.
I'm still pumped for this year, though. I mean, I LIKE having a social life and all, but I also LIKE doing homework.
That made me sound like SUCH a dork.
But still. I LIKE being productive. I LIKE work. I LIKE doing this sort of thing. As long as it doesn't take up too much time and as long as I'm still learning stuff, and stuff. If I'm not learning stuff, it just kind of sucks.
Like the rain today. I'm pretty sure the rain stops and starts on a schedule similar to mine - it only starts when I leave for school in the morning, when I may potentially take an outdoor route from one class to another, and when it comes time for me to walk home. It's rather annoying, and it's happened for the last two days.
Today, I arrived in Earth Space five minutes late and looking like I had just taken a light shower.
And when I got home, I was dripping.
Yeah, this does not bode well for the rest of the school year, weather-wise. Oh, well.
In other news, I have reasonably figured out what my List of Favorite Classes This Year is:
1. AP Lit/ Concert Choir/ Women's Camerata
2. Earth Space
3. creative writing
4. AB Calculus
5. AP Government
I don't know where conservatory lies because I haven't had conservatory yet. Our first meeting is tomorrow after school. I'm excited.
Well, it's time for me to go and read and knit and do a lot of other things.
I guess.
Farewell!
Of course, the symbolism is there if you look for it (and if you know what you're looking for) either way, but now I know a bit of what to look for in wording just because of Shakespeare Camp. It's awesome! :)
However, I DO have homework. And it sucks. A lot. I'm not at the point where I have to stay up until midnight (... yet) but I've definitely had less work in the first week of school.
I'm still pumped for this year, though. I mean, I LIKE having a social life and all, but I also LIKE doing homework.
That made me sound like SUCH a dork.
But still. I LIKE being productive. I LIKE work. I LIKE doing this sort of thing. As long as it doesn't take up too much time and as long as I'm still learning stuff, and stuff. If I'm not learning stuff, it just kind of sucks.
Like the rain today. I'm pretty sure the rain stops and starts on a schedule similar to mine - it only starts when I leave for school in the morning, when I may potentially take an outdoor route from one class to another, and when it comes time for me to walk home. It's rather annoying, and it's happened for the last two days.
Today, I arrived in Earth Space five minutes late and looking like I had just taken a light shower.
And when I got home, I was dripping.
Yeah, this does not bode well for the rest of the school year, weather-wise. Oh, well.
In other news, I have reasonably figured out what my List of Favorite Classes This Year is:
1. AP Lit/ Concert Choir/ Women's Camerata
2. Earth Space
3. creative writing
4. AB Calculus
5. AP Government
I don't know where conservatory lies because I haven't had conservatory yet. Our first meeting is tomorrow after school. I'm excited.
Well, it's time for me to go and read and knit and do a lot of other things.
I guess.
Farewell!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Mayhem
Tonight was the Night of Mayhem for all the people at my school who will be seniors in fewer than twelve hours. It was quite a hilarious experience. There were a few things that I would NOT do (underwear on the Metro, for example... I refuse to go public in my underwear, period). There had to be photographic evidence of everything (which was part of my refusal to be wearing basically nothing), so there's photos of me getting a piggyback ride from a stranger in the mall, a photo of us re-creating the Iwo Jima memorial, and us doing 'gang signs' with my dad. Also, us 'playing quidditch' in the garage of one of our group members. And us with someone who's going into eigth grade. And a lot of other crazy shenanigans. That's why it's called the Night of Mayhem. Because there's a lot of mayhem.
I'm mostly ready to go back to school now, but not entirely. I'm not sure I am ready to leave my school, but I am also sort of pumped for college. I really have no idea what I want to do.
So... senior year.
Thinking back to freshman year, or even sixth grade, when I started at this school, I thought all the seniors were maniacs. Now I KNOW all the seniors are maniacs. But all the seniors aren't as maniacal as I originally thought (but they're only not-as-maniacal by a little bit). I guess the difference is that I'm now a senior, and I'm no longer eleven, and I've come to accept that tampons are a fact of life (seniors often throw tampons into the crowd when they storm the stage on the first day. Back then, it was traumatizing. Now... well, I'm a teenage girl who is reasonably interested in things that require movement. Tampons are a fact of life) and that lunacy is a good thing. Most of the time. Except when it isn't. So... yeah. I'm sort of tired, so I should be going to bed now. Goodnight.
I'm mostly ready to go back to school now, but not entirely. I'm not sure I am ready to leave my school, but I am also sort of pumped for college. I really have no idea what I want to do.
So... senior year.
Thinking back to freshman year, or even sixth grade, when I started at this school, I thought all the seniors were maniacs. Now I KNOW all the seniors are maniacs. But all the seniors aren't as maniacal as I originally thought (but they're only not-as-maniacal by a little bit). I guess the difference is that I'm now a senior, and I'm no longer eleven, and I've come to accept that tampons are a fact of life (seniors often throw tampons into the crowd when they storm the stage on the first day. Back then, it was traumatizing. Now... well, I'm a teenage girl who is reasonably interested in things that require movement. Tampons are a fact of life) and that lunacy is a good thing. Most of the time. Except when it isn't. So... yeah. I'm sort of tired, so I should be going to bed now. Goodnight.
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