Monday, February 22, 2010

Snow Day!

Snow days are like, the most exciting days of all time.
Just wanted to put that out there.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Lawl. No, really this time.

Yes, of course it's vlogbrothers. Yeah, I kind of love it. Yeah, it took me a long time to see the video. In my defense, I've been searching for videos of Johnny Wier all day long. And cleaning my room. And typing up writing things. And being excited about sprouting plants. And thinking about college. And thinking about France. And having issues with microsoft silverlight and it not wanting me to see the olympics. And bemoaning my lack of a social life.
So yeah, that was my day.


I have this ridiculous desire to gain some kind of larger than life persona. How does one go about doing this?

Monday, February 15, 2010

Quote of the Month

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
Sylvia Plath

Saturday, February 13, 2010

That feeling

You know in Catcher in the Rye, Holden's at this pay phone and he's trying to think of who he should call and then he realizes that no one wants to hear what he has to say?
That is me right now.
I don't want to hear your voicemail, I want to hear you. I don't want to spend time on your profile, I want to spend time with you.
I don't feel okay being alone today.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


Snow days are the greatest thing ever. I'm also taking note of the possibility that this is the last snow day of my life.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

This is just a distraction.

This isn't torture.
Torture happens in small, dark rooms in countries with names you struggle to spell.This is just mildly unpleasant.
This isn't heroism.
Heroism happens in churches that are also schools, performed by teachers with no names and no place to stay.This is just a good deed for the day.
This isn't loss.
Loss happens on fields filled with poppies, in hospitals buzzing with flies, in distant deserts and late at night when there's no good reason for the phone to ring.This is just longing.
This isn't important.
Important happens on bended knees and is breathed on last breaths with hands clutched tight, hearts tighter.
This is just a distraction.

From I Wrote This For You, obviously.

Saturday, February 6, 2010


I can tell you about the causes and effects of the polarization leading up to the American Civil War and the Cold War, but I can not, for the life of me, figure out what has caused the polarization in my brain.
So it goes.
I didn't finish my terms, which were due on Friday. I turned them in anyway, about 4/5 done. I feel bad about this, but I'm not quite sure why. And I haven't reached my quota for NaNoWriYe in weeks.
And guess what I really desperately want to do today.
I want to write for a while, then I want to read for a long time, and then write some more. Some of this might relate to school.
Apparently my brain says "ACT? Let's take the ACT, then do homework!"
If I took the ACT in November, when I felt like crap and thought that I had the oinkbarf, and then I took it again in February when I didn't feel like crap (but I still sneezed a lot. I might be allergic to the ACT), I should get a better score in February, right? RIGHT?

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Persistance of Memory

The title is mostly irrelevant. All y'all are used to that by now.
I feel like I need to do something big and crazy soon. Something exciting that I will be able to say was the best thing I did when I was sixteen. Do you have any suggestions? You'll do them with me, right? Because you can't do those kinds of ridiculous things on your own. Please? Yes. Yes. Win.
I need something to remember this year by.