I'm thankful for my family, even though they can be irritating.
I'm thankful for the fact that I don't have to worry about the things that a lot of people have to worry about.
I'm thankful for the chance to get an education.
I'm thankful for my books and the places they can take me.
I'm thankful for my friends.
I'm thankful for my readers.
I'm thankful for my blog.
I'm thankful for QuizBowl.
I'm thankful for the art program at my school.
I'm thankful for my health.
I'm thankful for Debate, even if it hilights my hatred of research.
I'm thankful for my writing, because it makes it feel that, for just a moment, everything might be alright.
I'm thankful for the fact that my life allows me to spend all day sitting around, writing.
I'm thankful for the fact that I just won NaNoWriMo.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Lisel just stole a certian somebody's varsity jacket. The owner of this varsity jacket happens to have lettered in band and quizbowl.
Any idea whose this might be?
Any idea what this someone would do if they found out that they have been mentioned in my novel?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Today in Art, Mr. B and I were talking about colleges. This is most of what I do in Art now, I haven't worked on my project in a couple days. Anyways, he was telling me about this college that he found that says they're the only one in the country who offers a BFA in Curating. So that sounds pretty cool. He talked about the other college I was interested in, SCAD as well. He thinks that I'm not interested in SCAD because I'm talking about it from a purely academic perspective (the price, my chances of getting in, the programs they offer). Both of us realize that if I was really in love with the place, I would not be talking like this. I would be sort of gushing, like if I saw this building.This is the City Hall in Paris. Isn't it amazing?!?! Yeah, I know it is. And it looks so pretty lit up at night, and the whole inside of it was burned during the Paris Commune (Euro connection!) so the amazing restoration people made the inside all pretty again. Now, if I was one of these people, I would be giddy about this. And look at the ceilings!
Clearly, I just need to run around the world and look at pretty buildings. Does anyone volunteer to pay for this adventure?
Anyways, that led me to thinking about things that I would be getting really excited about, in terms of career plans.
1.Any kind of fiction writing job.
2.A job where they let me touch important old stuff.
3.Making a living off of this blog.
Now that we know this, I just have to figure out what I'm going to do about it.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
"I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend..."
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I'm sitting in the living room, working on my novel, watching Glee (I originally wrote "gleeee") and my dad is playing fetch with my dog. This is how literature is made.
My dad throws the ball and it hit my chair, barely missing my head. He says "Oh Sam, I'm sorry. See Justin, when we almost hit Sam, we tell her we're sorry. When we almost hit you, we say shit, I missed."
Monday, November 9, 2009
You suck. I don't like you. I don't like how you think of Lionel. He totally likes you, and you're just being a dipshit about the whole thing. I don't like the way you sound, I don't like what you talk about. I don't like you at all. I just want to be done with you already.
I don't know if I don't like you because you're a female narrator. As Justine points out, we probably wouldn't like Harry if he was a girl. Would I like you better if you were male? Should I make you male? Would that still work?
Friday, November 6, 2009
I have the humor of a boy who has gotten to the point where they know about sex and get dirty jokes, but haven't yet understood that sometimes you need to stop.
We were talking about l'imparfait in French today, which is a verb tense that means you did something or used to do something. One of those things was sleep (dormir is the infinitive, for the curious among you) so, being a generally curious person, I asked if je dormais avec so and so (I slept with so and so, I used to sleep with so and so) would mean just sleeping, or doing something else. Apparently it would mean doing something else, but you could also say that you went to bed with so and so. That's something you should keep in the back of your mind, in case you ever need to say that you slept with someone in French. Actually, that could come in handy.
And I just made the first dirty joke in my NaNoWriMo. I am consistently surprised by how long it takes for things like this to come up. Remember how I got to like, 20k in the Milton thing before I mentioned Machevelli?
My life is so interesting.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
I made this video a while ago. I hope you like it. I kind of sound like an asshole. The thing is, parts of it are actually true.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I thought I had killed you off a long time ago.
Every once in a while a character comes along that has one distinct purpose. This purpose, of course, is to be a platform for my rants. Milton was that character. Lionel seems to be turning into that character.
The problem with characters like that is that they are crap. I have a bunch of character development stuff too, I'm just not really applying it like I should be. Grrr.
But at least I'm ahead of schedule.