Well, here I am again. I DID work on my bridge right when I got home, and then guess what happened? The defective support, whose top cracked two nights ago, decided that it would crack for good. Which majorly sucks. I was kind of expecting it to break, honestly, but it was still really annoying. I'm not TOTALLY back to square one - more like square eleven. Of thirty-two. Or something. I don't know.
Anyway, in other news, today in knitting club I received about ten knitted and crocheted bags to sell for an IYAG fundraiser. YAY!!! (IYAG = inter-faith youth action group = awesomeness) All I have to do is sew them together and then we'll be good. HOORAY!!!
Of course, I still have to make some of my own to sell, but that won't be too hard. I just have to take my knitting everywhere I go. Which isn't that hard, as I do that a lot anyway. I just have to work on stuff now. But that's not hard, as long as I don't have a lot of homework.
Anyhow, moving on with life, I do not have any more news for you today. Have a nice day, and come back tomorrow for a potential literary update! (I have actually no idea whether or not there will be a literary update. But come back anyway to see whether or not there is one).
Bye For Now!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
bridges, boredom, and homework
As you probably know, we physics students have to make bridges that hold up five bricks, and our only materials are glue and balsa wood. One of my friends decided she would use Gorilla Glue (which is apparently this really super-strong super glue or something) to work on her bride. Well, if the fact that she can't get it off her skin is any indication, then her bridge will be able to hold the bricks simply because of the kind of glue that she used. She was apparently working on it last night, got the glue all over her hands, and hasn't been able to get it off since.
So, being the helpful friends that we are, three of us decided to try and come up with ideas to get the glue off her hands (here meaning that I Googled it).
In case anyone wants to know, you get Gorilla Glue off your hands by soaking it in warm water mixed with nail polish. Or something like that. There was definitely warm water involved.
Anyway, in other news, my bridge kind of sucks majorly. I'm not kidding. I'm going to have to start finishing the supports right when I get home if I want them to dry in time to get the three pieces glued together and put the midway supports in.
And if this doesn't make sense, then... well... there's a lot of gluing involved. But I'm not using Gorilla Glue (mostly because I've never heard of Gorilla Glue until today), I'm using wood glue. Which is awesome, but if you put gobs and gobs on whatever you're gluing, you're going to have to wait for a few days for it to dry. Which is what I may or may not have done on Saturday...
Anyway, the point is, my project will hopefully not suck and I will hopefully not have to write a five-page essay on classical bridge-building and why my bridge didn't hold up the bricks. If it doesn't hold up the bricks, I'm saying that I didn't do the supports right or something. Come to think of it, I probably didn't do the supports right. But whatever.
Yeah... the end.
So, being the helpful friends that we are, three of us decided to try and come up with ideas to get the glue off her hands (here meaning that I Googled it).
In case anyone wants to know, you get Gorilla Glue off your hands by soaking it in warm water mixed with nail polish. Or something like that. There was definitely warm water involved.
Anyway, in other news, my bridge kind of sucks majorly. I'm not kidding. I'm going to have to start finishing the supports right when I get home if I want them to dry in time to get the three pieces glued together and put the midway supports in.
And if this doesn't make sense, then... well... there's a lot of gluing involved. But I'm not using Gorilla Glue (mostly because I've never heard of Gorilla Glue until today), I'm using wood glue. Which is awesome, but if you put gobs and gobs on whatever you're gluing, you're going to have to wait for a few days for it to dry. Which is what I may or may not have done on Saturday...
Anyway, the point is, my project will hopefully not suck and I will hopefully not have to write a five-page essay on classical bridge-building and why my bridge didn't hold up the bricks. If it doesn't hold up the bricks, I'm saying that I didn't do the supports right or something. Come to think of it, I probably didn't do the supports right. But whatever.
Yeah... the end.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
NEWS!
I got an email today. Well, I got about twelve emails today, like I do pretty much every day, because colleges want me to go there and give them many thousands of dollars for it. But the email in question was one of the few that I recieved today that had nothing to do with college, money, school, or my current GPA - it was for church. And it was saying that they hired the person who came in a few weeks ago. YAY! She seems really cool, and we haven't had a youth minister since before school started (which kind of sucks). I think she'll be good - not only do we FINALLY have someone to help us organize stuff (because most authoritative places probably won't take teenagers seriously if we called them up to ask them about something), but she's the first youth minister that we've had in a while that's not (a) a white male and (b) named after someone in the Bible (namely, one of the Gospels). And apparently she majored in dancing in college and went to Duke to study Divinity. So yeah. YAY!!!
In other news, there are photos of the musical on Flickr if you want to see them. YAY!!! I didn't take them, but they're cool. And I'm in a few of them. I'm not sure whether that that's a good thing, some of the time... but whatever. That's all for now. BYE!
In other news, there are photos of the musical on Flickr if you want to see them. YAY!!! I didn't take them, but they're cool. And I'm in a few of them. I'm not sure whether that that's a good thing, some of the time... but whatever. That's all for now. BYE!
POETRY!
In Creative Writing, we have been doing a LOT of poetry. I stink at profound poetry. I stink at non-profound poetry. I really cannot do poetry while still retaining 98% of my sanity (unless it is a day when my sanity has already gone on hiatus. Then stuff SOMETIMES happens). Anyway, that being said, yesterday was a sanity-fleeing day, and so I wrote some poetry and it turned out okay. It was supposed to be derived from titles that we were given, so... yeah. HERE IT IS!
1
This be the verse
where I tell you why I'm here
This be the verse
where I say that I'm here
This be the verse
when I look back and sigh
This be the verse
when I bid you goodbye
2
They flee from me
those quiet memories
they flee
when I look back
I can no longer recall
what's the name of that tall
building in that courtyard
four years ago,
in Tikal?
They flee from me
those long, gentle days
they flee in the quiet
and in their own ways -
I remember Raymond
and Alex, and Lydia too -
but who was that other
friend that we knew?
3.
The summer day
I danced around the
back yard and ran
to swim in the pool -
that was a good day.
The summer day
we hiked up a mountain
we stood on a peak
we ate lunch with Webelos
and then,
once we returned to war,
it rained.
Again.
That summer day
when we wake before dawn
where we test our endurance
and the strength of our legs
where we sing Broadway
as the sun greets the world -
that will be fun.
4
The unknown citizen
is the citizen,
no matter how
the odds are averse,
and his fame long gone -
This citizen,
despite all of this,
will always save the world.
5
There's a certain slant of light
that catches the dust motes just so
the motes become fairies
and they dance to and fro
then their life is snuffed out
a few hours later
when the sun changes its angle
and the sky grows dark.
There's a certain slant of light
that brings the rainbows to the room
they dance with the fairies
and help the flowers bloom
but then the rainbows
go to their beds
as the sun changes its angle
and the night falls asleep.
6
Acquainted with the night
in the hours
pre-dawn
knowing that the
grumbling we make
will be overruled
by the BFFs of the night -
the choking lions -
the Howler Monkeys.
Our friend the night
he bids us adieu
as the monkeys cease
and we climb up a temple
and feel like Jedi
take a photo -
clouds cover the dawn.
SO yeah. HOORAY!
1
This be the verse
where I tell you why I'm here
This be the verse
where I say that I'm here
This be the verse
when I look back and sigh
This be the verse
when I bid you goodbye
2
They flee from me
those quiet memories
they flee
when I look back
I can no longer recall
what's the name of that tall
building in that courtyard
four years ago,
in Tikal?
They flee from me
those long, gentle days
they flee in the quiet
and in their own ways -
I remember Raymond
and Alex, and Lydia too -
but who was that other
friend that we knew?
3.
The summer day
I danced around the
back yard and ran
to swim in the pool -
that was a good day.
The summer day
we hiked up a mountain
we stood on a peak
we ate lunch with Webelos
and then,
once we returned to war,
it rained.
Again.
That summer day
when we wake before dawn
where we test our endurance
and the strength of our legs
where we sing Broadway
as the sun greets the world -
that will be fun.
4
The unknown citizen
is the citizen,
no matter how
the odds are averse,
and his fame long gone -
This citizen,
despite all of this,
will always save the world.
5
There's a certain slant of light
that catches the dust motes just so
the motes become fairies
and they dance to and fro
then their life is snuffed out
a few hours later
when the sun changes its angle
and the sky grows dark.
There's a certain slant of light
that brings the rainbows to the room
they dance with the fairies
and help the flowers bloom
but then the rainbows
go to their beds
as the sun changes its angle
and the night falls asleep.
6
Acquainted with the night
in the hours
pre-dawn
knowing that the
grumbling we make
will be overruled
by the BFFs of the night -
the choking lions -
the Howler Monkeys.
Our friend the night
he bids us adieu
as the monkeys cease
and we climb up a temple
and feel like Jedi
take a photo -
clouds cover the dawn.
SO yeah. HOORAY!
Monday, February 14, 2011
What's New (aside from sleep)
Okay, I'm NOT going to do the whole complain-about-stuff anymore. At least, I'm going to TRY to not complain a lot anymore. And if I do, I will try not to put it on here. And speaking of 'here,' I will TRY and post more. If I have something to say. Which is kind of important. Anyway, on with life.
Novel Update: I have barely worked on it since November, and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to wind up finishing it this year. That doesn't meant that it's not going to get finished; it just means that the finishing process is going to happen veerrrryyy slooowwwlllyyy. Also, my English teacher has the notebook that I'm working in right now, and she wasn't here today, so I couldn't ask for it back. I'm not as in the habit of writing every day anymore, and so that's the main reason that the finishing process is going to take such a long time - it has to be FINISHED before I EDIT it, and I don't want to EDIT it if it's not typed up. Also, now that I haven't written the characters in forever, I'm not as familiar with them as I once was (sad face). It IS kind of depressing, really... but more on the that when I actually start working on it again (which will hopefully be soon...)
In the mean time, the issue of "Scholastics" has now presented itself. And finishing stuff for Scholastics. And submitting stuff for Scholastics. AAAAHHH!!!
Also, money. I know that I'm 'too young to be thinking about that,' but I'm legally allowed to be hired at any place that doesn't involve bartending. Also, my allowance money is not going to help get me through the Disney trip in March, the Europe trip in July/ August, OR college, so that's kind of important as well. I was considering doing my own knitting business thing, but there's one issue with that... winter is rapidly making its migration to the Southern Hemisphere, meaning that any chance of making a profit off of scarves from people in the area is a very slim chance indeed. But that's okay - this means that it's BAG SEASON! Also, I can now attempt to track down patterns for stuff like bears and other such toys and work on them.
So that's what has been going on right now.
Generally.
Also, Happy Valentine's Day!
Novel Update: I have barely worked on it since November, and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to wind up finishing it this year. That doesn't meant that it's not going to get finished; it just means that the finishing process is going to happen veerrrryyy slooowwwlllyyy. Also, my English teacher has the notebook that I'm working in right now, and she wasn't here today, so I couldn't ask for it back. I'm not as in the habit of writing every day anymore, and so that's the main reason that the finishing process is going to take such a long time - it has to be FINISHED before I EDIT it, and I don't want to EDIT it if it's not typed up. Also, now that I haven't written the characters in forever, I'm not as familiar with them as I once was (sad face). It IS kind of depressing, really... but more on the that when I actually start working on it again (which will hopefully be soon...)
In the mean time, the issue of "Scholastics" has now presented itself. And finishing stuff for Scholastics. And submitting stuff for Scholastics. AAAAHHH!!!
Also, money. I know that I'm 'too young to be thinking about that,' but I'm legally allowed to be hired at any place that doesn't involve bartending. Also, my allowance money is not going to help get me through the Disney trip in March, the Europe trip in July/ August, OR college, so that's kind of important as well. I was considering doing my own knitting business thing, but there's one issue with that... winter is rapidly making its migration to the Southern Hemisphere, meaning that any chance of making a profit off of scarves from people in the area is a very slim chance indeed. But that's okay - this means that it's BAG SEASON! Also, I can now attempt to track down patterns for stuff like bears and other such toys and work on them.
So that's what has been going on right now.
Generally.
Also, Happy Valentine's Day!
annoying days
Well, today has been... interesting. It all started with last night, really, when I spent FOUR HOURS on an AP US essay that is probably going to get a terrible grade. As I spent four hours on said essay and I started at six, and that was the first item of homework that I worked on all weekend, I obviously had to stay up until five to midnight to finish it all and take a shower. Due to the stress of the Elly Essay (we call our teachers by their first names, and the AP US teacher is Elly and she grades really hard. Elly Essays are infamous for their difficulty), between the hours of midnight and 6:45 AM, I obtained all of one hour of sleep and many fleeting dreams of Elly Essays that were late and made me have a horrid GPA.
As such, I didn't actually get out of bed until 7:30, which was the root cause for my nearly being late for an Elly test. For once, I thought I did okay on something Elly-related (Maybe a B? Maybe?), but that wasn't the end of it. THEN I had to go to English/ SAT prep, where we did an essay on learning from failure/ success. So, obviously, by the time I got to precalc, my brain was fried, the sugar rush from this morning's Lucky Charms was wearing off, and I had realized that I had forgotten both my watch and a water bottle (which I had been intending to bring for hydration and potential combatance of brain-fried-ness).
In precalc, I learned that I had gotten a high B on the quiz on Friday, which was a good enough thing, as and 88 is better than normal.
But my brain was fried for the rest of the day. Which really sucked.
At least I brought my knitting!
As such, I didn't actually get out of bed until 7:30, which was the root cause for my nearly being late for an Elly test. For once, I thought I did okay on something Elly-related (Maybe a B? Maybe?), but that wasn't the end of it. THEN I had to go to English/ SAT prep, where we did an essay on learning from failure/ success. So, obviously, by the time I got to precalc, my brain was fried, the sugar rush from this morning's Lucky Charms was wearing off, and I had realized that I had forgotten both my watch and a water bottle (which I had been intending to bring for hydration and potential combatance of brain-fried-ness).
In precalc, I learned that I had gotten a high B on the quiz on Friday, which was a good enough thing, as and 88 is better than normal.
But my brain was fried for the rest of the day. Which really sucked.
At least I brought my knitting!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
long Saturday
Well, here I am. Again. Waiting for dinner.
Today was a good day. Mostly because it was more than five degrees above freezing for more than half the day. YAY! (also, my mom and I got Lucky Charms last night, and I had some this morning. It made me very happy).
A large percent of the day was spent watching TV and knitting, but I ALSO went 'running' (really, 89.8% walking, 9.2% jogging, and 1% running), worked on my Balsa Wood Bridge for physics (not going so well... at least I'm realizing NOW how stupid wood glue can be instead of the nigth before it is due), sorted one hundred and ten boxes of girl scout cookies (and put sticky notes on nearly all of them to say which belonged to which person), and filled out some Silver Trefoil forms.
Yes, a pretty productive day. Also, it was SUNNY OUTSIDE! And I wasn't freezing my butt/ face/ thighs/ hands/ limbs/ nose off while outside! And I still got some knitting done! HOORAY!!!
And I also practiced piano a bit, which was fun.
Anyway, I'm going to go do something non-productive now. I've had enough productivity for one day. Goodbye.
Today was a good day. Mostly because it was more than five degrees above freezing for more than half the day. YAY! (also, my mom and I got Lucky Charms last night, and I had some this morning. It made me very happy).
A large percent of the day was spent watching TV and knitting, but I ALSO went 'running' (really, 89.8% walking, 9.2% jogging, and 1% running), worked on my Balsa Wood Bridge for physics (not going so well... at least I'm realizing NOW how stupid wood glue can be instead of the nigth before it is due), sorted one hundred and ten boxes of girl scout cookies (and put sticky notes on nearly all of them to say which belonged to which person), and filled out some Silver Trefoil forms.
Yes, a pretty productive day. Also, it was SUNNY OUTSIDE! And I wasn't freezing my butt/ face/ thighs/ hands/ limbs/ nose off while outside! And I still got some knitting done! HOORAY!!!
And I also practiced piano a bit, which was fun.
Anyway, I'm going to go do something non-productive now. I've had enough productivity for one day. Goodbye.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
greetings!
I know that I haven't posted in three days. Shun me if you want to.
Anyway, I'm here with just a random update about stuff, like the fact that I'm in denial that the musical is over, the fact that I'm psyched to go to tae kwon do today, and that I COULD have spent the last three blocks doing homework, but I didn't, because there's this crazy invention called 'time after school' that I'm now in possession of. It's rather mind-boggling. And I'm in denial about it. But that's life.
In other news, I've also been starting to not get to school on time for reasons that I'm not entirely sure of. Maybe it's because I'm not actually waking up when my alarm is going off, and the fact that I am actually making myself eggs in the morning rather than just toast with Nutella on it. But whatever. I'll (hopefully) be able to figure something out. There has been a lot of nothing going on, where the only drama is that I, once again, was nearly late for AP history today. And also, the fact that tomorrow is Friday is extremely exciting. I'm REALLY excited for a weekend where I don't have to be somewhere. Unless my mom informs me tomorrow afternoon at four PM I HAVE to go somewhere. Which would seriously kill my weekend.
But more on that later.
I have been trying to write more, now that there's this funny thing called time, but I haven't been able to come up with anything new/ good. So, instead of pushing forward, I'm moving back. I've been doing a lot of editing lately, so I can submit some stuff to the Scholastics Writing thing for novels. I entered something last year, but I don't think it worked out right because I didn't have an account on the website last year (I do this year, though). So I'm submitting the one I entered last year and the one I did for NaNoWriMo 2010. It's either the NaNo novel or the Pandora one (once I actually correctly line up her back story and stuff).
So that's where I am with that.
Also, I've been looking at my writing lately, as in all the new stuff that I have been trying to come up with, and I've realized how utterly un-creative I am. I mean, the NaNoWriMo novel is the only major thing I've done so far that hasn't employed about fifty billion pre-used Lord-of-the-Rings type cliches. (It only employs about thirty billion pre-used cliches). For example, there is almost ALWAYS a love interest in my stuff, and there is almost ALWAYS a mentor type person, and the characters are almost ALWAYS looking for something in most of my stuff. The only exception to the last one, I'm realizing, is the Pandora one. Okay, she IS looking for something, but it's not something tangible. And she's not declaring it out-right because even she's not entirely aware that she's looking for it.
So that's my rambling for today. :D
Anyway, I'm here with just a random update about stuff, like the fact that I'm in denial that the musical is over, the fact that I'm psyched to go to tae kwon do today, and that I COULD have spent the last three blocks doing homework, but I didn't, because there's this crazy invention called 'time after school' that I'm now in possession of. It's rather mind-boggling. And I'm in denial about it. But that's life.
In other news, I've also been starting to not get to school on time for reasons that I'm not entirely sure of. Maybe it's because I'm not actually waking up when my alarm is going off, and the fact that I am actually making myself eggs in the morning rather than just toast with Nutella on it. But whatever. I'll (hopefully) be able to figure something out. There has been a lot of nothing going on, where the only drama is that I, once again, was nearly late for AP history today. And also, the fact that tomorrow is Friday is extremely exciting. I'm REALLY excited for a weekend where I don't have to be somewhere. Unless my mom informs me tomorrow afternoon at four PM I HAVE to go somewhere. Which would seriously kill my weekend.
But more on that later.
I have been trying to write more, now that there's this funny thing called time, but I haven't been able to come up with anything new/ good. So, instead of pushing forward, I'm moving back. I've been doing a lot of editing lately, so I can submit some stuff to the Scholastics Writing thing for novels. I entered something last year, but I don't think it worked out right because I didn't have an account on the website last year (I do this year, though). So I'm submitting the one I entered last year and the one I did for NaNoWriMo 2010. It's either the NaNo novel or the Pandora one (once I actually correctly line up her back story and stuff).
So that's where I am with that.
Also, I've been looking at my writing lately, as in all the new stuff that I have been trying to come up with, and I've realized how utterly un-creative I am. I mean, the NaNoWriMo novel is the only major thing I've done so far that hasn't employed about fifty billion pre-used Lord-of-the-Rings type cliches. (It only employs about thirty billion pre-used cliches). For example, there is almost ALWAYS a love interest in my stuff, and there is almost ALWAYS a mentor type person, and the characters are almost ALWAYS looking for something in most of my stuff. The only exception to the last one, I'm realizing, is the Pandora one. Okay, she IS looking for something, but it's not something tangible. And she's not declaring it out-right because even she's not entirely aware that she's looking for it.
So that's my rambling for today. :D
Monday, February 7, 2011
stuff and stuff
It feels so WEIRD. I'm actually home before sunset, and I don't have to leave again for another hour. Also, I was able to not do my homework during my free blocks and not have to stress about not finishing it during school, for a change. It sort of feels wrong to be here, at home, blogging, rather than at school in character shoes, singing, dancing, and moving props around.
The shows went really well, I thought, except for some people missing their cues (aka me) and some songs getting messed up, but other than that it was fine.
Apparently, SOME of the audience could not hear some characters so well, but they could hear me fine.
This is rather odd, in my head, because one of the characters in question had a face mic and relatively good projection and the other was at the front of the stage near the floor mics a lot of the time, and I had no mic, was standing at the back of the stage, and was specifically told in rehearsal that I needed to project more (which was reasonable, considering that I was at the back of the stage and could not hear myself, nor was I near any floor mics, ever).
That was odd news, and it thus caused a slight falling out between me and the friend that told me about it - I thought the people in question had fine volume from a backstage area and half a hallway away, and so we had a brief (and, I thought, relatively civil) arguement/ discussion about the differing opinions, causing me to be asked what my problem was, getting all annoyed whenever someone offered an opinion that differed from my own.
And now, in short, the friend isn't speaking to me (we have three classes together and normally eat lunch in the same group), which kind of sucks.
So yeah.
The shows went really well, I thought, except for some people missing their cues (aka me) and some songs getting messed up, but other than that it was fine.
Apparently, SOME of the audience could not hear some characters so well, but they could hear me fine.
This is rather odd, in my head, because one of the characters in question had a face mic and relatively good projection and the other was at the front of the stage near the floor mics a lot of the time, and I had no mic, was standing at the back of the stage, and was specifically told in rehearsal that I needed to project more (which was reasonable, considering that I was at the back of the stage and could not hear myself, nor was I near any floor mics, ever).
That was odd news, and it thus caused a slight falling out between me and the friend that told me about it - I thought the people in question had fine volume from a backstage area and half a hallway away, and so we had a brief (and, I thought, relatively civil) arguement/ discussion about the differing opinions, causing me to be asked what my problem was, getting all annoyed whenever someone offered an opinion that differed from my own.
And now, in short, the friend isn't speaking to me (we have three classes together and normally eat lunch in the same group), which kind of sucks.
So yeah.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Baaack!
Well, being such a NaNoWriMo nerd, I went on the website and started looking at the old videos. Which are funny. My favorites are the donor shout-outs and the song parodies - there's one called "NaNo will make a scribe out of you" (parody of the Mulan song "I'll make a man out of you."). There's also a parody of the William Tell overture.
And, at the end of page two, there's the NaNo Video bloopers.
These aren't the bloopers of the song parodies - these are the bloopers of the Donor Shout-out videos, pep talk videos, and whatever other videos happen to be officially made by the people at the OLL.
And it made me very happy because there was a Ewok at the end.
Even though it's in the 2009 bloopers.
And it's probably a copyright violation.
Anyhow, I'm going to go now. And bake cookies. Or just debate whether we have enough cookies. No, 100 cookies is NOT ENOUGH. I have to make 10 dozen for the Snowflake Ball tonight, which I was going to attend for volunteer hours, but I couldn't because the show was postponed. But they still need the cookies. Because there are going to be like 400 people there. If 400 people want three cookies each, and 12 girls make 10 dozen cookies each... never mind, I don't want to do the math. Wait... wait... yeah, I don't want to do the math.
But the point is, they want enough so that the people who just sit on the sides and eat cookies won't wipe out the entire supply of meringues.
Also, so there will actually be meringues.
Yes, I made meringues.
And, in making them, I got all of my hours - they're three hours in the oven.
And I have to go do a cookie conference now.
Stay awesome, people.
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT KAREN!
And, at the end of page two, there's the NaNo Video bloopers.
These aren't the bloopers of the song parodies - these are the bloopers of the Donor Shout-out videos, pep talk videos, and whatever other videos happen to be officially made by the people at the OLL.
And it made me very happy because there was a Ewok at the end.
Even though it's in the 2009 bloopers.
And it's probably a copyright violation.
Anyhow, I'm going to go now. And bake cookies. Or just debate whether we have enough cookies. No, 100 cookies is NOT ENOUGH. I have to make 10 dozen for the Snowflake Ball tonight, which I was going to attend for volunteer hours, but I couldn't because the show was postponed. But they still need the cookies. Because there are going to be like 400 people there. If 400 people want three cookies each, and 12 girls make 10 dozen cookies each... never mind, I don't want to do the math. Wait... wait... yeah, I don't want to do the math.
But the point is, they want enough so that the people who just sit on the sides and eat cookies won't wipe out the entire supply of meringues.
Also, so there will actually be meringues.
Yes, I made meringues.
And, in making them, I got all of my hours - they're three hours in the oven.
And I have to go do a cookie conference now.
Stay awesome, people.
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT KAREN!
Friday, February 4, 2011
anniversary!
Well, two years ago today, I started this blog on a whim because I felt like it. I had no idea why I did it; I didn't know what I would do with it in the future. I STILL don't know what I'm doing with it, aside from ranting to the internet and posting my writing. And stuff. Since then, I have been in five shows... SIX shows, done three mission trips, had two jobs in one summer, and went to Disney world. Also, used power tools. And written fifty thousand words in a month. More than that, probably.
Also, I've come up with more ideas than I ever thought possible and also had a lot of arguments with my mother. And a lot of other cool stuff that was really cool that I didn't really think, as a freshman, that I'd do. Like use power tools. And writing a novel in a month. And getting my black belt.
Speaking of black belts, after the show is over, I'm going to have all of one month to review all the stuff that I need to review and learn the second kup stuff for my second degree test in March.
Which is another thing that I didn't think that I'd manage to do - get my second degree.
I'm going to have to do a LOT of push-ups in order to prepare for the test. Which will be exhausting. And traumatizing. And stuff. BRING IT ON!!!
SO anyway, if you haven't already, you need to go see Guys and Dolls and also go into the archives and see what all I said as a freshman in high school.
Also, I've come up with more ideas than I ever thought possible and also had a lot of arguments with my mother. And a lot of other cool stuff that was really cool that I didn't really think, as a freshman, that I'd do. Like use power tools. And writing a novel in a month. And getting my black belt.
Speaking of black belts, after the show is over, I'm going to have all of one month to review all the stuff that I need to review and learn the second kup stuff for my second degree test in March.
Which is another thing that I didn't think that I'd manage to do - get my second degree.
I'm going to have to do a LOT of push-ups in order to prepare for the test. Which will be exhausting. And traumatizing. And stuff. BRING IT ON!!!
SO anyway, if you haven't already, you need to go see Guys and Dolls and also go into the archives and see what all I said as a freshman in high school.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
New Literary Update
Okay, so as a Creative Writing Challenge, we had to write little pieces with words that were only one syllable. It was actually kind of hard. But here's mine. It's from the perspective of Shyasha, but I obviously couldn't have it in third person because both her name and her nickname (Shya) are more than one syllable. ARGH!
“I am the girl they hate now, Tel,” I say. “I’m not worth it.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Need I say, once more –” I start, but he cuts me off.
“You’re strange now,” he says, a sad note in his voice. “I’m not sure I like it.”
“Why?” I say. “It should not be worse than what I am named by the public.”
“I met you as a child,” Tel said, out of the blue. “I fell in love with you as a man. Now I feel shame when I see you. Does that make me more of a man or more of a child?”
“Shame for me?” I say. “I need no help in that area, thank you.”
“No, shame for me,” he says. “I hurt you. I killed you. Once I fell in love with you, I killed you. And then I wed your –”
“I know what you did,” I cut off. “But it must be much more… nice, to be the King with the Rose of the Land as your bride, not the groom of a girl with scars of shame and no true home.”
“I would pick the girl with the scars,” Tel says, “because the scars have a past. They show that the girl has a spark that the rich bride lacks. Last time I saw, the scars had a past that should be told; a past that wants to get out.” He steps near to me and stares down at me like I am not what he is used to; it is true, I am not. This look still has a thought in back of the sad look. “Does that wild girl still have fire?” he asks in a soft voice; his dark eyes watch mine. “Or has the shame of her face put it out?” His hand comes up to touch my face; I brush it off.
“The wild girl has fire,” I say, “but she knows now what to do with it. If it is not used right, though, she has scars to tell her. I think you may need the scars too, Tel. It would do you good.”
“I could use them,” he says in a soft voice. “Then I would know how you feel.”
“You have no chance to know,” I say, as I pull up my hood and turn to go, “Until you feel the pain of a heart that has been hurt. Until then, you have no clue.”
“My heart has not been hurt by this?” he asks as I reach the door.
“Not as bad as mine has,” I grunt, too quietly for him to hear.
“I am the girl they hate now, Tel,” I say. “I’m not worth it.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Need I say, once more –” I start, but he cuts me off.
“You’re strange now,” he says, a sad note in his voice. “I’m not sure I like it.”
“Why?” I say. “It should not be worse than what I am named by the public.”
“I met you as a child,” Tel said, out of the blue. “I fell in love with you as a man. Now I feel shame when I see you. Does that make me more of a man or more of a child?”
“Shame for me?” I say. “I need no help in that area, thank you.”
“No, shame for me,” he says. “I hurt you. I killed you. Once I fell in love with you, I killed you. And then I wed your –”
“I know what you did,” I cut off. “But it must be much more… nice, to be the King with the Rose of the Land as your bride, not the groom of a girl with scars of shame and no true home.”
“I would pick the girl with the scars,” Tel says, “because the scars have a past. They show that the girl has a spark that the rich bride lacks. Last time I saw, the scars had a past that should be told; a past that wants to get out.” He steps near to me and stares down at me like I am not what he is used to; it is true, I am not. This look still has a thought in back of the sad look. “Does that wild girl still have fire?” he asks in a soft voice; his dark eyes watch mine. “Or has the shame of her face put it out?” His hand comes up to touch my face; I brush it off.
“The wild girl has fire,” I say, “but she knows now what to do with it. If it is not used right, though, she has scars to tell her. I think you may need the scars too, Tel. It would do you good.”
“I could use them,” he says in a soft voice. “Then I would know how you feel.”
“You have no chance to know,” I say, as I pull up my hood and turn to go, “Until you feel the pain of a heart that has been hurt. Until then, you have no clue.”
“My heart has not been hurt by this?” he asks as I reach the door.
“Not as bad as mine has,” I grunt, too quietly for him to hear.
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