Blank Page

      Now, you may wonder why I titled this blog the way I did.  As you can see, this is indeed not a blank page.  If it was a blank page, you would probably be very bored and confused.  After all, why would I submit an empty post?  It would go against almost every rule of blogging.  For is not blogging meant for you, as a writer, to express yourself through words?  Well, I don't really know about that.  Which begs the question: why do I blog?  That is a very good question.  In fact, I don't even really know.  Because mostly I dislike having other people know my business.  Or at least certain people.  I am a very private person, you see.  I don't even know why; it's just who I am.  So why do I write a blog every so often that usually is telling something personal about me?  Not all the time, mind you, but a blog is all about opinions (usually) so it is hard to keep from getting invovled in your blog.  So really I don't know why.  I guess it is because my friend said, "You should write a blog!" or "do one two!"  That, I guess, was my story in how I started this blog.  I had another blog area.  I did not much like that one because (haha) no one really read it, and really.. it gets boring writing to yourself.  Just as books are meant to be held and opened and read, so are blogs-minus the holding part.  Anyway...
      The reason why I named this post "Blank Page" is well, I like those words.  I don't know why, but they have a real.. deep meaning to them.  It's almost as if it's abstract.  There was this one place, on the computer, where if I opened a new browser or something it would come up as 'blank page' and when I saw that for the first time.. I was like: wow.  That would be something to name my blog.  So, although I haven't changed A Night Owl Hoots in favour of Blank Page because I still like what I have.  However, if I ever made a new one, I think I would call it that.
       Blank Page.  What do you think of when you read those two words?  I think of a new start, a brighter future; as if anything is possible.  A blank page.  So yes, I get all sentimental when I see that.  It fills me with hope. Ah *sigh* it's great. lol So this might have been a boring post; I am not going to apologize.  Be thankful you got one at all =P jk. Sorry if it was boring, and somewhat short.  I guess... hmm.. well, there's just a lot of stuff on my mind so I suppoe if I told you about that it still might be boring but at least it would be longer! lol
      To make what I would normally say in a huge, confusing paragraph I'm going to like, have separate paragraphs for different days.
     1. Wednesday: my uncle is staying with my family at our house until friday.  School-earlier than I've been getting up (which is late) because my mom is all about maintaining public (my uncle's) opinion.  Going to the library so the librarian can go over my Letter for this one contest.  Have people over at my house because of my uncle.  Also, this is when a cousin of mine comes in.  My family likes to get together with him and his family.  We usually have pizza and play cards.
*Sometime this day I'll have to make up my GS homework (make a dancing page)
** Finish my GS Christmas gift which still has about 10-30 minutes left of work on it.
***And also study for the ACT which is going to be on Saturday (soo earlly).  But, according to the practice tests i've taken, will only be a 23.  That is 2 less than I got the first time I took it.
     2.  Thursday: my uncle is still here.  After school, I go to GS and maybe ring the bell for money.  Then we'll probably have my other cousin over to play cards with and such.
** (I don't know if this is clear enough, so I am going to make it.  It's taking the other two "**" and putting them here.  so whenever you see "**" just think of "Finish my GS Christmas gift which still has about 10-30 minutes left of work on it." same goes for ***, except about the ACT...)
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     3.  Friday: School.  My uncle leaves.  Maybe go to this library thing that I said I would help with, but might probably go to my gma's for a birthday party.  Hang out there.
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     4.  Saturday: ACT (=( ) church where I am singing at, getting ready for GS christmas party.  Probably having family over to play cards and such.
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     5.  Sunday:  Get ready for the GS party.  Go the the GS Christmas Party. If it is not too late, have people over again to play cards and such.
     6.  Monday:  School-back to regular subjects since I've been studying for the ACT the past week.  Grandma's and get ready for my other cousin (different side) who is going to be living with us for as long as he can as he goes to college (this is his second time trying to go to school here- maybe this time it will stick.  I can only pray.).
     7.  Tuesday: School. and my cousin comes.  and that will be the end of my list.  However.. during well, the whole time.. I'll also be trying to do (but I probably won't accomplish):

• I want to start on this other scholarship thingy or more than one, actually
• I want to get my license even though I don't go around telling people that.  I know that it is time for me to do so.  I just don't like driving when other people are in the car- or at least people who will make a big deal out of it or fun of me.  And, if I could, I would do that on my own- but I can't.  I need a 21 year old or older and that doesn't leave many options, especially if I don't want a big deal. 
•  I need/want (idk which one) a job.  I don't really know how to go about getting about myself.. since I'm too timid and I'll think it'll change their opinion about me or something.  Like, "Wow, you're looking for a job and you're 17?  You should have gotten one before!" and, "Too bad!  We don't want to give you it."  Probably not exactly like that, I don't really know what goes on in my head.  But I need one because...college won't pay for itself, I know my mom is kind of worried about having mine and my younger sister still need paying for...  But I don't really want a job. A job will ruin what little of a routine I have and take away my free time (which is a lot, I know.. but still!).  Plus, I'll be so nervous.  Like, I think I'm a nice person and I can talk to people, but that's only with people I know. Usually I freeze up and then I don't talk to anyone- which makes me embarrassed and that's no fun.  If I'm quiet, people won't get to know me and if people don't get to know me, they won't know me and I'm awesome =P. haha, okay that was kind of.. idk.. building myself up? 
•  I also want to finish my novel (that is actually why I'm still blogging- I'm procrastinating), but I don't much like it at the moment.  Like, I want to just start it at this other (further along point) and write from there.. but i need to get the story from point A to point B. blah.
• Furthermore, I still LOVE talking to my friends on the computer, although.. maybe I should stop getting on where I can talk to people.  Because, although I love them and everything, I don't like leaving when I'm talking to them if I don't have a good enough reason to.  I've used "I've been on too long, so I'm going to go." but I don't like that one as much as having a legit reason.  Which is why it's almost better for me not to get on.  I dislike saying "I'm going to do something else."  Probably because to me, it sounds like "You're not interesting enough to stay on for..." and I really dislike that.

Tangled: The After Post *Spoiler*

  Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine
Heal what has been hurt
Change the Fates' design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine

    Tangled... I am WOW.  I LOVED IT!  It might very well be my new favorite Disney movie!  Although, isn't that how it always is?  You see a movie/listen to a song/read a book and it is instantly your new favorite?  It is funny how that happens, isn't it?  Yes, I dislike some parts and I wish there was more songs.. yada yada, but not every movie can live up to expectations (especially the ones I make...).  I love Mandy Moore btw, and the guy, Zachary Levi, has an amazing voice too! My favorite song is: I See The Light. lol I seriously get teared up (slightly- not enough to actually cry) because it is so good. =D
   The story... is just amazing!  I mean, yeah, I don't really like the "mom", she is really a creepy character.  Why would you want to stay young forever anyway? If you're hundreds of years old already, what else out there could be new and worth living for?  But at the ending, Rapunzel is going to give up her basically, will to save her true love.  And he would rather die than to let Rapunzel do that.  It's such a great story! And how he actually is willing to die (by cutting off her healing power to a shockingly fashionable bob) than to let her sacrifice herself over to 'mom' (i forget her name). 
   How would you like to live in a tower for eighteen years? (well, eightyears minus one day.. plus however she was when she was taken).  I don't know about you, but I would be really bored.  In the opening, how she sings about what she does in ONE day.  It's like WOOOW.  You would think that the walls would have already been painted over by now.  It would take me a while to get all of that done.  But I suppose she has had a lot of practice... no wonder she talks to Pascal!  Btw... Pascal is amazing.  He is so cute and wise!  I love him. =D I think the horse, Maximus, acting like a dog was a bit silly... it was alright and I know it probably thrills young views, but for teens I just think they should not have done that.
    Some things I wonder about the movie: Like.. if the magic hair and song is to keep you from aging, shouldn't that mean, whenever Rapunzel sings it, she should grow younger? Of course, maybe it is after you reach a certain age... Plus, how her tears bring healing powers, does that mean her children, too, might be magical in that way?  Rapunzel sure seemed to turn out nice considering how she grew up and who her 'mother' was.  You would think that her 'mom' would not even try to be nice (although she wasn't that nice- it was not like she had Rapunzel doing lots of chores [she just did them anyway...]) or even a bit motherly.  Example.. when they say "I love you."  "I love you more." (Rapunzel) "I love you most."  You would also think that Rapunzel as a child might have escaped the tower before- you know how children are. 
   Another thing, I love Disney and everything, but I think they're sending a mixed message here.  Like, you're supposed to "listen to your mother" but she's crazy, so it's okay to defy her by sneaking out?  And at 18, you're old enough to go off with a guy? practically a stranger all because you won't tell him where you hid his treasure?  Does love really happen in just one/two days?  You would think that any guy she met she would like, but she had to go further than that and find her other half?  Without even trying either! Lucky girl =D.  It also sends somewhat positive note: to follow your dream!  Everyone has one (some better than others).  Oh, what I would like to know is how she met Pascal, that's not really a bad thing, just a back story which I am curious about.  And about how Flynn became a notorious thief- what else he stole yada yada.  Doesn't the movie kind of remind you of Aladdin?  A streetrat (in this case Flynn) is on the run from guards and stumbles upon a princess in disguise (well, Rapunzel doesn't know she is a princess so I think that is a disguise) and they have this connection.  Both of the movies even use "crystal clear" (In a whole new world and in I see the light). 
    I love her hair, yeah I think it's too long and how she managed to move about with that dragging her down idk, but it is magical. or how it managed to remain so slick. =P I want her hair! Her day would be a fun (almost) 18th Birthday Gift.  I hope that with all the money Disney brought in they might reconsider more Disney Princess movies, because I don't know about you, but after I left that theater I wanted to go right back in (an hour or so later) and watch it again.  It's just the kind of movie you want to watch again.  I know that is one movie that I am definitely going to have to own and it'll be added onto the list of Disney movies which I watch!

A Before Post!

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Yes, I know that Nanowrimo is over, sadly, but since I haven't yet finished my book (although I did get the 50k words on time!) I might as well keep filling you all in.

Back to the orgininal thing.  I want to talk about how pysched I am about seeing Tangled tonight!  And then, after, right an "After" blog saying what I really thought about it.  Crafty, right?  You wouldn't have thought that I just came up with it because I haven't blogged in a long time and wanted a topic now would you?  =D  I've seen the commercials and read some reviews, and let me tell you, I think it's going to be a smash.  It actually is a hit because it brought in only 1 million less than Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I!  Yes, this disney movie may be the last of the disney princess's for some time, a fact which saddens me greatly since- when all is said and done- the Disney Princess movies are just amazing, because of the whole 'they're not making enough money.'  Now, I'm aware that you need money to make movies, and that, for most people, making a good profit is all that they want; but what about making a good movie?  Shouldn't that also be apart of the movie-making business?  I think so.  I thought Disney was a big enough company, a good company, that could make its own movies.  Yes, the world is changing and everything is turning "modern" and people want to "grow up" so disney princess movies don't really appeal to the average person anymore.  But I think that we all need to be reminded that we still have a kid in us and that is where disney comes in.  Or at least it used to.  Now, I'm not going to say that Disney is going to make bad movies which I won't want to see- I probably will want to see and will love, I just hoped that classics can continue.
On another note, I really am looking forward to see Tangled.  My one friend already sent me a link to a song, and I was like "Ahhhh, I love this," but since I hadn't seen it I could not force myself to finish it.  lol Even though it's more for "male" viewers and stuff, I'm pretty sure it'll be awesome!  Although.. how can a princess movie be toward the guys?  Yeah, I know Aladdin has a princess in it...so, I have high hopes.  Well, I gotta go or I'm going to be late to see it *gasp!* which will not be a good thing at all.  I wouldn't have the "After" part to write then.  I'm sorry about the editing then- since I did not do any of it, because if I did, I would have to save this as a draft.. and then it would almost be not worth posting, so here it is!

5-Minute Blog (but will take more than that to read unless you're a speedy reader)

wordcount:34,639
wordgoal:38,341
soo that equals... a lot of work: 3,702.. and that's before I fall asleep..
This is literally going to take 5 minutes since I really need to get my act together and write.  lol. And, I can still make a long enough blog because I already typed up what I'm going to post!  No, I did not like, sit here and write up a blog and then saved it (without posting it).  I'm just going to post my story which I did not read aloud in AAA.  Why?  One, because I did not really felt like it went with the prompt (Where you write a dramatic scene where you're senseless- get it? Like, you can't see/hear/touch/taste/smell.).  I know prompts are just to get you writing, but I couldn't help it.  Plus, I felt it was bad and I do not really care if I post something bad on here. =P

                Six men.  The observation came from a tall, somewhat unkept man named Maurd.  They’re carrying something heavy.  Outside of the warehouse in the middle of nowhere came the footsteps of men as they tried to tread stealthily through the gravel.  To the lone man inside, their footsteps could have been gunshots from all the noise they were unaware of making.  Their breathing came in short, easy to hear, breaths.  Their shoes fell on rocks and twigs which gave a distinct sound.  The man at the back of the group was even worse, giving the suggestion that he was the one bringing the package or something which slowed him down.

                Idoits.  Maurd thought with disgust.  They make their best fighter have an extra burden?  The rugged man was not going to complain too much, but an even fight was difficult to come by.

                “Why did we bring it with us?´ A rough voice spoke in a whisper from outside.  It must be what they are carrying.  Maurd deduced, straining his ears to hear the reply.

                “Shh!”  Another man hissed.  “Just do as you are told.”  They had almost reached Maurd’s hideout.  Their perimeter was in place.  Only a couple of more feet until they were right outside.  How will they get inside?  Maurd wondered curiously.  If they were Bullboys, as he suspected, then they would plow right through the thin walls.  I hope they don’t cave it in.  He was not particularly worried however.

                Maurd positioned himself in the middle of the unlit room.  They men were attacking at night.  Stupid people, he thought.  There was a crash and Maurd, who had once been alone, was not surrounded.  The intruders yelled intending to confuse, frighten and intimate their opponents, but Maurd cast it aside.  There was a heavy *twack* on the floor as if an object had been thrown. 

                The Bullboys all charged at once, their sharp swords unmistakably aiming for Maurd’s heart.  With some fancy maneuvering on Maurd’s part, the men found that they had taken out two of their own men and no Maurd.  While their confusion turned to anger, Maurd attacked, his piercing sword cutting two men down mercilessly.

                Now it was two against one, still hardly a fair fight for the intruders.  Maurd was not in the mood for being forgiving, struck the second to last Bullboy with his lightning reflects.

                And now there was one.  The two fighters circled trying to seize an opening.  Maurd used his familiarity of the battle ground to make the man, who was too busy calculating to pay attention to the surroundings, trip.  The man rolled and would have been standing in an instant if Maurd’s blade had not gotten to him first.

                Now, for the package.  When he had been fighting, Maurd had kept all thoughts on the fight, but now he could focus on other things.  However, when the warrior inspected the spot where he thought the package was, there was nothing.

                “Ahh,” he spoke aloud.  The package had been a person.  “I know you are here,” he said.  “I will find you,” he promised.  Maurd turned his head slowly with his eyes closed in an effort to help his ears focus on any anomaly.  There, he thought in a corner of the room.  There was slightly heavy, fear-ridden breathing coming from the back wall.  He walked toward it, moving gracefully across the cluttered floor.  As he reached the hunched figure, his sword swung out in a unforgiving blow, but it was halted before it could make contact.

                “You’re a girl,” he said incredulously.

                “Of course I am,” she said not understanding why that should save her, or cause such shock.

                “Why are you here?” he asked.

                “I was kidnapped by these men,” she held her tied hands up to show him, but he did not react in any way.  “Aren’t you going to cut me loose?”

                “I’m sorry?  You’re tied up?”  He sounded confused.

                The girl’s eyes furrowed in puzzlement; her hands, and the rope binding them, was in plain sight.  “Yes,” she rose to her feet, a bit difficult without the use of her hands. 

Maurd heard her walk toward him and wondered why.  Then he felt a breeze by his face and quick as a whip, caught her arm.  His fingers felt the rough, uneven rope and said, “I see.” Before releasing her.

“How can you see when your hair is in the way?”  She parted his dirty, blonde hair before he could stop her again.  His eyes were light blue, the kind of eyes that lacked a certain something.  “You’re blind!” she gasped surprised.

“Yes,” he did not sound offended by her frank outburst.

“But I saw what you did to these men,” her eyes roamed over all of the fallen.  “How is it possible?”

“One does not need eyes to see,” he said simply.

So, there you go!  That is my 5-minute blog.  Enjoy!

P.S. COMING SOON: On DISNEY MOVIES- like why Disney wants to stop making Princess movies because they do not get enough of a variety of audiance..
P.S.S. Also Coming Soon: Why some people can be better bloggers than others. =D

Unstoppable

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wordgoal: 28,000 (I know this was yesterday's I think.)

This probably should have been yesterday's, but oh well.  I did get to see the movie Unstoppable on Sunday  It made me very happy.  The movie stars Chris Pine and Denzel Washington, about a train whose conductor gets off a train which turns into a moving missile.  It is intense and I loved it!  =D 
   *Spoiler alert*  The thing I didn't like the movie, or rather the commercials, is that it set you up thinking "Oh my gosh!  The kids on the school bus are going to die unless Chris Pine and Denzel Washington sacrifice themselves for the ones they love!  But they didn't.  There was one death, but it was none of the main characters.  In fact, I was really disappointed.  I mean, I loved it that they did not die- who wants to see Denzel or Chris die?  But I was totally ready to cry.  Throughout the whole movie I was just waiting for a death.  I was actually making up scenario's about how they would die whenever the opportunity presented itself.  Like, when Chris Pine is making the pin drop and his foot gets smashed, I thought he would be trapped and die there.. or he would die from loss of blood.  Since that didn't happen, it was a little sad.  Plus, the ending was just that, an ending.  It wasn't a great ending.  The whole movie was about the train and then, when that was over. 

Since I'm talking about movies, I might as well as talk about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 1).  I'm going to try to go to the Midnight Showing!  Although, don't get mad at me, I'm not THAT big of an Harry Potter fan, at least movie wise (besides the first two).  I mean, I love the books (although I think Rowling just killed a lot of people in the last one so she wouldn't have any material to write another book), but movies just don't cut it for me.  I'm picky like that, but I love midnight showings. =D  That's why I went to the Eclipse movie, although that (in my opinion) has been the best movie so far.  Although, I might not be going to the midnight showing anymore since my mom wants to go (I know, I know, but it's her birthday weekend!) and she doesn't like crowded places.  I should reread the 7th book before thursday.. =D oh well!  I bet that more people like Harry Potter than a lot of other books/movies.

Something that's not about movies.. is books!  Tomorrow I'm going to bookclub tomorrow!  This one is going to be about A Wrinkle In Time.  I want to watch the movie now.  Have you read it?

Avatar: The Last Airbender.  Yes, I need to clarify because Avatar has been taken over by the blue people.  Now I love the movie Avatar, I thought it was really good and interesting.  Of course, I was completely shocked that they had the right to steal the title.  I thought Avatar (the cartoon) had rights to it?  But, when they didn't, they had to add on "The Last Airbender".  I used to not like Avatar (the cartoon- this is going to get annoying), but I tolerated it.  I saw the real life movie, and it was.. erm.. I didn't like it as I mentioned in another blog. 

My story.  I keep adding onto this blog because.. I'm procrastinating writing.  I get bored with my story and I don't know where it is going, although I just sparked it up a little.  It's an commitment issue, and that I'm usually watching a show online when I'm doing it.  Hint: not a good idea, because I know I get twice as much work done when I'm not, but I love watching shows!  Blah, only 23,207 words to go.. yay!

Where I Complain About People In Runescape

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wordgoal: 28,000 =(
So, since I have not blogged recently, I figured I should do so.  I'm going to talk about something that annoys me now even as I think it's stupid.  I guess I should give a little backstory so you know what I'm talking about. 
Like, I'm friends with people on runescape, and yes, most of them are guys. There was guy who I was kind of his 'gf' for but after that I decided never again to be a 'gf' on the computer.  It just doesn't work out.  No matter how much I love the movie You've Got Mail where two people fall in love over e-mails and wish that could happen.  Anyway, so when there's a guy I sort of like on runescape, I dislike it (not enough to stop making friends on rs though).  I dislike it even more when this guy(s) I sort of like, talk to me one day a lot and it's interesting and the next day it's just awkward conversation.  I also hate having this hopeful feeling that they're going to be on and when they are I'm excited but then I'm guarded because I don't know if it's going to be a good idea to talk to them or not.  Usually I get on and I see what happens.  haha, then.. if they act like they don't care, I try to act like I don't care more.  Even though I do care, so I'm not really sure how that works.  And then I try to think of schemes to make conversation or the person to notice me, but then I remember that I am not supposed to care... so even while I'm making ideas to talk to the person, I'm not caring, but I keep checking to see if he's said anything.  That's how messed up it is! *sigh*  Sometimes I just wish I really didn't care and then I would see what happens. 
That's the thing about meeting people online (besides the fact that you can't really trust them.  It's so hard to be trusting and yet cautious! Seriously, after I talk to someone I consider the possibility that what they're saying is fake and they're just trying to fool me.  I don't like that feeling and it's the people who first started lyings' fault!) is that you don't know how they feel.  Most people online probably are just like "Yeah, this is my buddy," or whatever, like in real life terms, just someone you knew the name.  Not really anyone important.  But there might be people, in real life terms, that you would be best friends with!  I don't know if I'm buddy buddy with someone on rs (runescape) means anything in real life.  Some people, I bet I would be friends with, and others I probably never would have had the chance to meet. 
And, as much as I don't want to break the silence, and it's better that he or I get off, I feel sad when he does.  And usually, sometimes... I'm thinking if one of them are on... and if they are, I want to get on even as I want to stay away.  And then, if I get off (just so I don't have the urge to talk to him/them or have them log off without saying bye- that annoys me and I don't like it when they do that.. or when they say "bye" but leave a second later so it's basically the same thing) I pretend to get off and then I want to get back on...and if I ever decide (give in to weakness) to get back on...  I usually find that they had just left, so then I don't get on (or do get on just to show that I'm not getting off because they're not on..). Maybe I should just give up runescape, but I like meeting people on it, even though this *gestures to this mess of a blog* is what happens!  *sigh* I'm done. 
-short blog, I know, but think of it this way!  I wasn't going to write one but since I did.. it's better than nothing!

Let's Go Seniors, Let's Go!

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wordgoal: 24,000  (yay...)
     Okay, so today I had no really plans for tonight, but that changed (cheers!).  My friend invited me to go to the highschool's charity basketball game where it was the seniors vs the teachers.  Now, I know I don't go to school there, but it wasn't that bad.  I knew some people there, but it was a light crowd which really surprised me because who wouldn't want to see their teachers playing ball against the seniors?  Who would have thought that the teachers were actually really good and almost won (they were winning for basically all of the game.)  There was this one really tall teacher, and he was making most of the scores.  Watching the game I was like, "Hey, that doesn't look too hard..."  basically you run, catch the ball, shoot it to either a teammate or the basket and then you try to make sure the other team doesn't score.  Of course, I know there's a lot more than that involved.  Still, I think it's entertaining. 
   After that was over, I watched the Last Airbender.  I have heard that this movie was bad, and I must say that (although I have not seen all the episodes), it was bad.  It was quite funny, actually in a bad, sad way.  I know animated characters are very hard to turn into live ones, but still, there are some things you can do to make even the worst of characters better.  Do you want to know how?  You could get the pronunciation right on the names.  Aang (like boomerANG) and Sokka.  Anyone who has seen the show knows how to pronounce their names, the story writers must not have.. since they said Aaang differently and Sokka. Plus, I did not like all of the actors.. and really, their airbending looked a lot more like yoga than anything else.  Still, it wasn't that bad of a movie. 
     Then there was Avalon High, yes the Disney channel movie.  I haven't seen it all yet since I came in when it was about halfway over, and it reminded me so much of Merlin!  =D  It also reminded me of the movie called "O", it's the movie which is based on Othello.  I would totally want a "friend burger" with Will! =D  Yes, I think he's adorable. 
      What else should I talk about before this blog is long enough?  Oh yes!  Unstoppable, has anyone seen the trailer for that?  I have, it has Chris Pine and Denziel Washington in it.  It looked amazing!  So, I wanted to see that tonight with my family, but a third of my family had to work, so we didn't.  But then, my friend I know who wanted to see Megamind went and saw it!  AND, get this, so did my parents!  My parents have done this once before when they went and saw Toy Story 3 without us kids! 
      ACT prepping is hard.  I know, the writers for the books try their best, but they can not help you all the time.  They can give you strategies and practice, but it's one thing to learn it and another to remember it.  They think you can be a machine or something.  Do in steps.. take 30 seconds for this.. remember to skip and come back to hard questions.. but won't that take longer?  If you go through the section of the test, doing the easy ones first and saving the hard ones for the 'second pass'.  That means you would have to finish the test and then flip back to the questions you skipped and stuff. Now, to me that seems like extra unneeded flipping.  

The Timepeice Savior

  wordcount: somewhere in the 19,500's  I'm not on the right computer at the moment.
  wordgoal: 22,000... I'm falling behind!  =o
 Well, first off, I'm going to start off saying that I should've have told you what I always thought a best friend should be.  I read a lot and most of my books (or tv shows) they just had that one or two best friends and I was like Wow, that is so cool!  Maybe one day I'll have that.  I don't if I'll ever have like the ideal friendship because maybe I'm not like that.  See, I always wanted it to be like, I was just the family and I slept over a lot (although I don't really like doing that) and went over a lot so I could just be walking by and stop in just for fun.  Or, someone I could talk to anything about, who'd make me feel like a better person and be a better person. lol One time I wanted a friend I could start a band with- as if! and stuff.  Someone I didn't have to have an excuse to see.  Who knows?  Sometimes best friends need work!  Maybe someday...
    I might have idealism problems probably from all the books I read!  Speaking of books (see how I did that?  Classy, right?)  I want to talk about the Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare (the first book in The Infernal Devices) Why?  Because I just finished it today!  I loved it!  It's a preseries to the Mortal Instrument trilogy that she has done (City of Bones, City of Ashes, and City of Glass).  I really liked her writing so of course I had to read it (which I borrowed from my friend).  Here's a somewhat long summary of the book:

When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos.
Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What's more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own.
Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by--and torn between--two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm's length...everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world...and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.

    From the first page, I was like, hooked.  The style was good and intriguing and the characters were good.  So, it kind of has set me off on my own writing.  Faced with something that good when every sentence you see is like perfect.  They don't use the same word for the same expressions much, they move on quickly through the story, but also dally on important scenes.  Sometimes there were parts describing the designs and stuff which I skipped over, but I usually do that.  So is it any wonder why I'm feeling depressed?  Well, I don't think depressed is the adequate word more like feeling how inadequate you are to the task ahead. 
    Of course, Tessa has two guys who like her.  That's how books/ movies are nowadays.  The girl has two admirers.  That's not an everyday, well it might be, occurrence in real life so why do books/movies get to have it?  Because.. they get happily ever afters.  Oh well, that's how life through a book.  I think that would be something nice to have.  By the way, I'm really liking my subject title.  I mean Clockwork Angel is really neat, too, but The Timepiece Savior has a ring to it. 

When You're The Best of Friends...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR3wJ78_GWY
Wordcount: 18,397 (still another 1.6k before I finish)
   That video up there is going to be the subject of my blog!  This is charlieissocool by the way, and he's talking about friends, best friends to e more exactly.  So I decided to write about it!  Aren't I clever like that?  I think so!  Plus, Charlie said that he wants to know what people think and stuff, and although he'll never read it, or at least I don't think he will read it.. that would be a little weird. 
   I've had my share of best friends.  Although, at one point I was not sure if I ever was going to find one.  Which is a little sad for me to admit.  So my first one was...
    1.  When I was in preschool, I had a best friend who I'll call Sandy.  We sat by each other and I can't really remember much else.  But after preschool, we kind of drifted apart and that was that basically!
    2.  My Mom used to babysit for a lot of kids one of them was my next best friend who I'll call Connie.  We went to kindergarten together, and like I said, my Mom babysat her after school for a few years.  We did what well, I'm really bad at ages, so whatever that age was did together.  We played barbies, and played outside doing what kids do: running around, and using our imagination!  It was fun for the most part.  Then, seasons changed and so did we.  I was homeschooled, she wasn't.  My mom stopped babysitting her and we stopped hanging out.  As I think about it, I feel bad, but it's too late to change it.  We're still friends now, but in the type you say 'hi' to and have fond memories over.  I'll probably invite her to my graduation party, but I don't know..
   3.  My Mom also used to babysit her (I think), and her younger brother (and maybe even her older brother).  I'll call her Mandy.  She was a year older than me. I probably had more sleepovers at her house, or she at mine, than I've had for any other (possibly).  We, my family, were really good friends with them.  My mom was friends with her mom.  my brother was friends with her brothers, and my sisters were friends too.  Then.. we got older and she became cooler and busier... and well, we drifted off.  I was invited to her graduation party and my mom occasionally gets together with Mandy's mom.
   4.  This is the time where I didn't have one for a while, but when I did it was Ria.  I might have mentioned her before?  She still is my best friend by the way.  So I probably should talk about her a little more than that, shouldn't I?  First, we've probably been friends the longest by now.  She's the first one who was the same religion as I.  Sometimes I feel that I'm more her friend than she is mine, but I'm probably overthinking things.  However, I do hope and think, that we'll be friends for a long time.  Ya know the type of friend you say you've had forever and knows all your embarrassing stories? 
   5.  My other best friend!  I have to mention her (yes, all my best friends have been girls.  Whoever said you could have a guy best friend isn't me- at least not yet.  Maybe in college.  Although I do have some guy friends, who I have met through runescape.. so.. *shrug*) because we do a lot of things together!  First off, we have the biggest age difference of all my best friends, but I don't really let it bother me since I like acting like a kid =D  Plus, once you get older, age does not really matter.  So unless age turns her into some cool-seeking zombie (I hope not!) we'll be friends for a long long, perhaps a friend of life!
  6.  One (although technically two.. since she wouldn't like being left out) more!  My sisters.  They do not know every side of me, but then again, no one does (not even me). But, since they're family, they tend to pick up a lot.  That's a thing my friends really need to be okay with, my family since I do a LOT of stuff with them.  I feel guilty seeing movies and stuff without them, that's how installed I am with my family.  It's a little sad, but think of it this way!  Sisters are there for life, they almost have to be; but friends sometimes aren't.
   7.  Okay, this one is the last one, I promise.  Maybe I should make this one number 1, but then I would have to switch them all.  JESUS!  Yes, I'm going a little religious on you, I am allowed to do that with freedom of speech and all.  HE really is my best friend who knows everything about me and loves me anyway (loves YOU too by the way).  He is ALWAYS there for me and I know he watches out for me and I love him.  I have this fear that I'll be like all of the older cousins I hear about and I'll stop going to church and stop really practicing the faith, but with parents like mine, I don't know how I could ever do that.  (Then again, like grandparents like mine.. how could my aunt/uncles ever be like that?)
    I also want to mention, while those have been my best friends, I have had a lot of friends.  I do have a lot of friends, well not like I'm super popular, but I can find someone usually to talk to.  If I mentioned a quick paragraph about everyone of those.. well, you'd never finish reading.
    Okay, that was probably a lot MORE boring than Charlie's thing (1) because I don't have his amazing accent and is not making funny faces (2) it basically told you nothing about them- considering you want to know and (3) why do people want to hear about best friends anyway?  If they're not yours, why does it matter who other people's are?

   I don't know if I'm ever going to do a blog like this again: too boring!  So.. don't get mad at me if you absolutely hated it.  I have no more news since I figure I better stop digging my hole before it gets too big.

   On another note!  Since I figure anyone who suffered through that had better had something actually interesting to read, I'm watching the new episode of Psych!  I have not seen all of them or many of them, but the show is amazingly funny.  I was so surprised when I saw Cary Elwes in it!  I love that guy (he was in Ella Enchanted as the uncle and The Princess's Bride as "The Man In Black")  He's awesome!

A Blog Full Of Stuff!

   word count: 14,634
   personal goal: 16,000
   1,667 times 8 (minimum goal): 13,336
   So, I know.  I didn't blog yesterday even though I had time to.  Or at least I could have made time, but I didn't.  I have no idea why.  I think because I take too much time blogging.  Blogging, for me at least, I should just write it up quickly.  But nooo, I have to multitask and everybody knows when you multitask you get things done in twice the amount it takes it to (then again, you're getting twice as much work done- at least that is the idea.) Plus, I like multitasking.  I love the concept of using my time to the best of its abilities.  Of course, usually my multitasking doesn't involve solving world hunger or anything.  Like, right now I'm blogging (obviously), talking to friends- you know you who are!, writing more of my nanowrimo story (still another 1.4k before I'm happy), and being on runescape (not doing anything, I'm just waiting to see if friends log on)!  Oh yeah, and I'm trying to find where I can watch House online since I missed it tonight!
    Today, since I don't know what else to talk about, I went to school.  It was a little funny, last night my mom told my sister and I that we were going to get up at 8:30.  But it wasn't until 9 when my mother came in to wake us up, of course.. we fell asleep, but I don't like to talk about how lazy I am, still!  Then she went to the store, and when she got back, her friend was here.  So, she comes into our room (yes, I share, unfortunately with my sister), and tells us to get up.  She's frantic because she doesn't like it when people know we aren't up yet, I don't really like it either, that's why I say, "Don't ask, don't tell." 
      Then I went to a computer and I did some anatomy preping (I should do more... ), and then I finished taking a practice ACT test. =(  I did horrible.  Well, okay, I didn't do horrible, but I did not do better. I only got a 23.  I did worse than on my real test in everything except English, which stayed the same.  My 'target score is a 28, so that's a ways to go.  It's all, well not all... but they ask stupid questions and in stupid forms.  It's like, if they really want to test us, why not have a test we can actually pass?  True, if it was too easy, what would the point of taking it be?  We'd all be genius's or something.  My first reaction was to take another test.  (That's usually my answer.  If I fail something, I want to do it again [or give up] and jump ride in.  I do not want to spend time looking at my problems and then studying and fixing them.  I know, I just want to find the quickest way possible.  The thing is though... it's not easy and it's not quick.  I sometimes think that I won't be able to really remember the stuff if I learn it anyway.  So what's the point?  Learn it so when you see the question you can think, I know this!  I just... can't remember it! ?  No, I don't want to do it.
       Well, after that, which took a while, it was basically time to leave for this Girl Scout thing.  Well, it's not even a girl scout thing because it was both girl scouts AND boy scouts.  I guess people want to do more things together as a group.  Well, we (my mom, my sister, my best friend, and her mom) got there right on time, but the boy scouts weren't there yet!  So we could not even start, and that was a half hour of doing nothing.  It would have been horrible had I not have had my friend, and in all fairness, my sister there to keep me company.  He, the guy who gave the presentation (when he finally arrived), seemed very interested in combining the two forces.  Now, I think his power point was a little long.  He even had a quiz!  I won't tell you my score =P.  Anyway, it was a big thing about how boy scouts uphold the same values as girl scouts and they do service projects, we do service projects, so why haven't the two ever done stuff together?  I suppose that is a fair point, and I have not really realized that.  I thought since we were girls, we stick together and boys stuck together.  Yeah, that's kind of genderizing, but it's not like we can have campouts together (I so do not want people to take that sentence the wrong way).  But now, if we can set up dates to work together somewhere, I think it'll be okay, maybe even fun.  The only thing I'm worried about is that things take FOREVER to set up.  We had a meeting to set up a meeting to work together.  Now, I don't know about you, but we don't need that many meetings in our lives.  I may, since I'm a kid and think that A+B=C and adults tend to have A+meeting+meeting+organize+meeting+meeting+B+meeting+meeting=C.  That probably was a bit mean and exaggerated.  I apologize.
      Then we went out to eat and then I'm home and now I'm thinking of all the things I should be doing!  I dislike that feeling.  The feeling in your gut that just climbs and climbs until you're almost paralyzed with things that need to get done.  Of course, Do!  Don't Dread.  Take a deep breath, let it out and calm yourself.  Most of the things I want/need to do, I'm unable (I don't mean incapable, just unable because I'm too scared, don't have enough motivation, or busy doing things that I don't have to do) to do.  This is when I wish a fairy godmother, or a wish upon a star will come true and do it all for me.  However, God helps those who helps themselves.  I know what I should start doing!  I should start having a nice, motivational quote or inspiration quote!  Too bad that sometimes I feel too lazy to open another page to look things up, even if looking something up will only take 5-10 minutes. 
     Does anyone know how much time they spend wasting the day away?  I don't!  I try not to, but to put it in a perspective (mine, I am writing the blog after all).  It takes roughly 5 minutes to say a decade of the rosary (Now I know people may not know what this is.  It's a prayer instrument, Father John Corapi calls it a weapon in the spirit battle, that Catholics use to get closer to God.  That still isn't really explaining it.  Oh well!).  It takes about 15 minutes to say one rosary.  Most Catholics probably don't say one once a day (I don't even say one once a day usually- although I do say like 2 on some days), but why?  Is it because 15 minutes is so hard to come by?  Right now, well, I don't know when I started this blog, but it probably has been at least 15 minutes, so I could have said a rosary.  A show normally takes 1/2 hr to an hour, depending on what type of show it is.  That means I could have said 2 or 4, respectively during that time.  So basically, people find time to do all sorts of things (school, study, work, play, watch tv, exercise.. etc.) but how many of these things really matter?
     What things matter in the long run?  Will it matter if you watched all of the Smallville episodes when you're 30?  Probably not.  Will it matter if you reached 99 in all of your skills on runescape?  Most likely not.  Will it matter what you and your friend talked about today? Well, depending on how old you and she is, probably not.  Will it even matter if you studied for your English test?  It might help you, but I don't think so.  Will this blog matter?  I don't know why I threw this question in here, but I did.  I say no, I might be proven wrong one day.  Will it matter what I write for writer's group (which is tomorrow!)?  I want to say yes for this question.  Hopefully writing the 'suggested assignments' will help me to be a better writer which skills I can use for English or college papers, every day life, and maybe one day for an author.
     I think I talked about enough for one day, or for two (since I did not write one yesterday)!

An Extra Hour

wordcount: 11,369

Yes, I don't have word today, why?  Because I feel way to lazy, and I still want 631 more words at least for my nanowrimo story.
     I've started this blog with lots of ideas in mind, but none of them seem to fit the moment or my mood.  Shall I tell you the topics I will eventually get around to while I think of one that will be centered around this blog?  I say yes!  Ughh.. too late, I figured out a topic!! 
     I had an incredibly uneventful night, and what do you do when you have nothing to do?  Well, I don't know about you, but I get on the computer!  Usually because I know I can either find a) someone to talk to b) something to do or c) figure out that the computer is boring and get off to do something else.  Now, normally my saturdays are filled with something.  However, this saturday, my older siblings were working, and my friends were busy.  So what's a girl to do?  Go out and stalk someone?  I don't think so!  I, like a good girl, had already gotten most of my homework done.  Now that I think of it, the main reason I did nothing tonight was because I felt no spark, no motivation to do anything.  I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels like that, but sometimes it's hard motivating yourself by yourself! It makes me want to have my own personal team of motivaters.  One team for school/homework, another one for exercising, another one for cleaning, another one for getting a job or scholarships.  Sadly, however, that is not true.  So it's all up to me!
      Anyway, as I was on the computer trying to figure out something to do besides writing for Nanowrimo (I'm at a somewhat interesting part to write, but after you write for a while, you get tired no matter what you're writing.) I looked at Yahoo.com's home page.  Yes, yahoo!  I'm a Yahoo person, I have a prejudice against Google because I think people use it too much and love it more than Yahoo, so I have to defend Yahoo every chance I get.  Yes, I argue with people about which one is better.  Do not judge.  So, as I was at yahoo's home page, I noticed the, since I do not know what to call it, I'll just say 'articles'.  I clicked on several, most of them were about stars and clothing, one was about a young Asian male turned into a 80 year old Caucasian male on a plane and one was about why the blue in movies, but the one I went to was about 9 Bathroom Cleaning Problems Solved or something, but that's not the issue.  What was the issue at the bottom of the page there were other articles!  I watched a video for 5 uses for baking powder, but I don't know if it'll actually work.  And then!  Yes, I know I run on a little, but that's the whole point of blogging.  And one of the articles was:  13 Things A Burglar Will Not Tell You.
     Now, let me say that I found this article very interesting. (http://www.rd.com/your-america-inspiring-people-and-stories/slideshow-13-things-a-burglar-wont-tell-you/article163491.html)  Not because I want to go about being a burglar and was looking at tips or anything, but because I want to know what I can do to keep myself safe.  Having a burglar come into my house is one of my top fears.  In fact, funny story, one time I looked out my window at like 3 in the morning and well, I'm near sighted so I can't see things faraway too good without contacts (or glasses, but I never use them) since I was getting ready for bed, I could not see very well considering the fact that I can not wear glasses or contacts to bed.  So, I look out of the window and I see our driveway and what looks like a shadow of a person near it and stuff, so I sit there and think "What do I do?" as I'm trying to discern if it's really a person or a shadow.  Since it's one of my top terrors, I get up and go to my oldest sister's room and tell her.  She does not go to check, but says I should do something, like turn on the light or something.  I can't remember if I did that or not.  In fact, I'm not sure what happened after that, I do remember going back to bed and falling asleep.  When I woke up the next day, my insecurity was already spread to my whole family.  >.<  Just like the time I didn't recognize a car in the driveway or the man who got out from it to bring us something so I didn't go to the door.  My family does not let that one go either, sadly.  They always make fun of me for not answering the door, I try to ignore it, but I don't like it when they do so. 
    Back to the article: It was from a burglar's point of view and it had 13 things of what burglars look for, what they check, and stuff.  When I read it, I was scared.  I mean, the narrator is talking about what thieves look for and I'm thinking "They actually do this?"  It's creepy knowing how close you could be from being stolen from.  I know I posted the link above, but if you don't care if you look at the pictures accompanying the article, I will give you the list of things that's written in the blog with my comments intermixed in parenthesis's ():

1. Of course I look familiar. I was here just last week cleaning your carpets, painting your shutters, or delivering your new refrigerator.  (Who wants to let anyone in anymore?  How can you be sure?)

2. Hey, thanks for letting me use the bathroom when I was working in your yard last week. While I was in there, I unlatched the back window to make my return a little easier. (That's comforting...I guess you better double check your windows/doors after someone you don't know is in your house) 

3. Love those flowers. That tells me you have taste … and taste means there are nice things inside. Those yard toys your kids leave out always make me wonder what type of gaming system they have. (Who knew that being a botanist could make you a target?  I guess that's a good reason for parents to tell their kids to clean up after themselves.)

4. Yes, I really do look for newspapers piled up on the driveway. And I might leave a pizza flyer in your front door to see how long it takes you to remove it.  (I find that last sentence very creepy.  The burglar coming that close to your house to see when you take the flyer?  Scaryyy)

5. If it snows while you’re out of town, get a neighbor to create car and foot tracks into the house. Virgin drifts in the driveway are a dead giveaway.  (Noted)

6. If decorative glass is part of your front entrance, don’t let your alarm company install the control pad where I can see if it’s set. That makes it too easy. (Make sure you tell the alarm company)

7. A good security company alarms the window over the sink. And the windows on the second floor, which often access the master bedroom—and your jewelry. It’s not a bad idea to put motion detectors up there too.

8. It’s raining, you’re fumbling with your umbrella, and you forget to lock your door—understandable. But understand this: I don’t take a day off because of bad weather.  (Did you get that?  Thieves might work harder than you do.)

9. I always knock first. If you answer, I’ll ask for directions somewhere or offer to clean your gutters. (Don’t take me up on it.)  (That first parentheses was not mine by the way.  Although you should listen to it.  I guess it pays to answer the door at least some of the time.)

10. Do you really think I won’t look in your sock drawer? I always check dresser drawers, the bedside table, and the medicine cabinet.  (Well, that has usually been seen in movies)

11. Here's a helpful hint: I almost never go into kids' rooms. (Great, now all the valuables can go there and your kids will be even in more danger.  Thanks for the hint.  Almost never is not never though.)

12. You're right: I won’t have enough time to break into that safe where you keep your valuables. But if it's not bolted down, I'll take it with me.  (That is something the thief on It Takes A Thief does.)

13. A loud TV or radio can be a better deterrent than the best alarm system. If you’re reluctant to leave your TV on while you’re out of town, you can buy a $35 device that works on a timer and simulates the flickering glow of a real television. (Find it at faketv.com.) (That wasn't my comment either.  Parents, when you're out of town, I guess it's alright for the electric bill to go up.)

Sources: Convicted burglars in North Carolina, Oregon, California, and Kentucky; security consultant Chris McGoey, who runs crimedoctor.com; and Richard T. Wright, a criminology professor at the University of Missouri–St. Louis, who interviewed 105 burglars for his book Burglars on the Job.

That's spooky right, who knew that they did all of these things?  It almost makes you want to have a policeman stand guard at your house everynight or a dog.  I guess all the hassle of owning a dog might come in handy after all.  Would you want to mess with a dog?  Do any of the 13 things listed above surprise you? 

    On a completely different note, I almost thought about making another blog for this, but I thought why?  Yes, to avoid confusing and make it clearer to read, but that's what these two sentences were for.  One of my favorite shows is: The Vampire Diaries.  You might be thinking, "Oh my gosh, another vampire freak?"  Well, yes.  I am, sort of.  I've read a lot of vampire books, and liked them alot too.  In fact, I even read the Vampire Diaries, so that's what got me started on watching the show on the WB (which I don't have that channel, but who cares?  The internet has it!)

   Well, ever since the beginning, I've loved Damon more than his brother, Stefan.  He's exactly the guy you want to stay away from, but he's so cute!  And he acts adorable, and he really has a heart hidden beneath all of this arrogance and unfeeling shield, but it's there.  My sister will probably spread this around tomorrow, but I cried watching the newest episode of Vampire Diaries and I'm not afraid to tell you readers since I can delete comments, but I can not delete what my family will say.  The reason I cried, or at least what started the tears although I have a feeling that it was not this alone: that (SPOILER ALERT, so if you don't want to know what happened on the newest episode- idk what episode, then don't read this) Damon went and saw Elena, the girl he's convinced he's in love with (should be me, I'm kidding!).  His brother is also in love with her, but Elena thinks (i'm not really sure, although she thinks she is) she loves Stefan more.  When Damon was there, he told Elena that he loved her, and because he loved her, he could not be selfish with her and therefore.. he let her go.  He told her that he loved her and then he said that he didn't deserve her, but Stefan did.  Ahh I dislike it when love is lost like that, but I would feel sorry for Stefan if Elena was with Damon.  Then he erases her memory and leaves!  So she doesn't even know!  And he cried!  A tear actually slid down his gorgeous face!  And his voice was breaking and he was so sweet!  So, yes, I cried.  (I cry in movies and with books, too when it's sad enough.  Like in Charlie St. Cloud.  *sigh* crying makes me tired)

    At least tonight was a good night to stay up.  Do you want to know why?  Because tonight is daylight saving's time, November 6-7, at 2o'clock a.m. the clocks turned back.  It went from 1 o'clock to 1:59 and then back to 1!  So right now it's actually about 3 o'clock instead of 2.  Which makes me sad since I still have about 700 words to meet my personal goal for the day.  Yay me. =D  At least I have this longer than normal blog completed!  Wooo!  Yikes! 2,148 words were in this blog from the point before I said "yikes", true some of them (the 13 things) were not my own, but still!  It's a pretty steep number.
~Ha, I posted this blog without a title.  Oops.  That's why they make the "edit" button.

The Gunpower Treason and Plot

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     V for Vendetta.  Has anyone heard of this movie?  It stars Natalie Portman (playing Evey) and Hugo Weaving (V).  Well, it's amazing!  It's really political, but in a good way.  It has such a great storyline!  This is the very short summary, made not by me because I'm not too good at summarizing.  A terrorist freedom fighter known only as "V" begins a violent guerilla campaign to destroy those who've succumbed to totalitarianism
      The following are quotes from this awesome movie, seeing how this blog is made for (yesterday), the 5th of November, I thought I would share it.  Tell me which one you like best!!  I personally like when V does his speech with lots of "V" words and, well I color the ones I like a lot in red.

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
Evey Hammond: No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

 Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up.
 Finch: One thing is true of all governments - their most reliable records are tax records.


V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

 V: ...A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, blowing up a building can change the world.

Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
[giggles]
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.

Nanowrimo Story!

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 ululate • \ULL-yuh-layt\  • verb: howl, wail
   
   Very short post.  So I figure I will just give you a taste of my unedited story!  Tell me what you think of the first page!  Over the month I probably will give other excerpts, and maybe on November 30, I'll post the whole thing!  All 50,000 words (If I last that long).  Won't that be exciting?  And make you want to ululate!  Please remember that I have not gone back and made it all pretty.  Sorry this is a somewhat boring post, especially to those who have already read this. =D

 Lydia glanced behind her, quite furtively: her blue eyes scanning unceasingly for any source of movement.   She wanted to be sure she was not being followed, nor her activities being watched.  When she was quite certain there was none, she crept forward, trying to be like a shadow, darting to and fro to get to her destination.   Lydia Declan, society’s first class burglar, was at it again.

                This young maiden, twenty-two of age, had a slim build which was easy to conceal behind pillars, rock, and anything.  Her dark brown hair, she called it mud, but no one else would agree with her, and made it much more pleasant sounding.  They called her hair mahogany, which was a little of a stretch considering her hair had only a slight tint of red in it, and other browns.  She could not complain, not when if she was born with the signature Declan hair, bright, fiery red, her night time extravaganzas would be a definite no.  She was sure to be spotted with that beacon of light making her visible.

                Tonight was the night she hit the big boy:  Mr. and Mrs. Sanders mansion.  They were off at the theater; their alarm system consisted of a deaf dog and maid who left as soon as she could to go on a date.  It was almost too easy.  Lydia’s objective was not to rob them dry, or to steal their most precious items.  It was a way of redeeming money, jewelry, and gems from the notorious card cheater.  Lydia would never be able to prove it, nor would she be sure to have retribution if she had proof.   No, her way was better.  Tonight she would steal and find a way to return the items to their rightful owners.

                  Everything was going to plan, with the house quiet and her sleuthing skills mastered, it was as easy as walking through the front door and heading upstairs to the safe where the items were kept.  It was a seven digit number, which would have taken an amiable amount of time had she not been told the code in a rather compromising position.  It’ll be worth it in the end.  Lydia had told herself that night as she drew the unfaithful Mr. Sanders away from the crowded room.  When they were alone, she coaxed the code out of him, and then drugged him before anything inappropriate happened.  She hoped he would be far too intoxicated to remember him giving her the numbers.  If not, she would deal with it later.  Never let the fear of the future stop you from doing what you want today.  It was a motto Lydia had undertaken which had proven useful on more than one occasion. 

                   There was a click as the safe sprung open.  For a moment, Lydia felt herself being dazed by all the finery.  It would put her somewhat dire financial situation to rights, but Lydia had a very strong sense of honor and being greedy would only get her caught.  She grabbed what she came for.  One hundred thousand pounds, recklessly bet by Rufus Markee.  Money was never usually such a concern for Lydia, but in this instance, she felt Rufus deserved it.  He had placed the bet knowing there was no way he could lose, and he was right, if Mr. Sander was a rule-following man.  Since he wasn’t, Rufus was being ridiculed and now facing bankruptcy, his family with him.  A Sinnet’s family heirloom, a costly sum in its own right, had been passed down from Father to Son for generations.  Losing such a memento would cost the young rascal who had bet it great hardship.  Mr. Welksin gave his wedding band up, no doubt Mr. Sander would try to find a pleasurable bargain for its return. The deed to Atlantis was Mr. Caroltin’s only source of income.  He had spent the last week at a bar, nursing himself into a depression.  Lydia feared he contemplates suicide.  There also was an emerald as big as her fist.  Now this gem Lydia had no idea to whom it belonged, but she was sure Mr. Sanders could not have won it fairly.  It probably was one of the black bargains that Mr. Sander committed in secret. 

                 Lydia found most of her information out by eavesdropping on people’s conversations when she was out.  She was also in a habit of checking the newspaper and finding clues that marked someone as the victim of Mr. Sander’s crime.  Lydia was almost tempted to steal all of his safe’s belongings and let him find out how it was to feel the weight of bills crushing him.  She could not abide cheaters, but neither could she steal his money, no matter how deserving he was.  Lydia could not drop to his level.  She, instead, left her card.  It was made herself by her own card making shop, but was undistinguishable to its owner.  The only hint at her identity came from the card’s view.  This is what, in a cursive writing, her card to Mr. Sander said.  “Mr. Cheater,   I have confiscated objects of your underhand methods of obtaining them.  Do not do it again.  I will be watching, and maybe next time I’ll take more than what is due.”  She had no name to call herself, so she didn’t sign it.  It may not have been the most eloquent of threatening notes, but Lydia had no intuition for such a note.  She had to make do with what she had.    

(this is my own personal work.  Copyrighted)

King Arthur

wordcount: 5,690

wordcount goal before I go to sleep:6,000

hyperbolic

\ hahy-per-BOL-ik \  , adjective;

1. Using hyperbole ; exaggerating.

2. Of or pertaining to a hyperbola.   

   I want to talk about MERLIN!   Why?  Because I figure I can talk about this without applying too much thought and thereinturn take time off of writing for Nanowrimo.  First off, the show is amazing!!  However, the first episode is creepy, very creepy.  It's got this scary witch in it.  It almost made me want to not watch Merlin, but thankfully the witch is not in any of the other episodes.  If she had been, I might have not watched all the other ones.  I am very glad that I did! 

     The show is not about King Arthur after he is grown, it is about him as a prince.  A prince in danger.  Who gets to protect him?  That's right, the wizard, Merlin!  Merlin, played by Colin Bradley (who by the way, is really really cute!  His character is so adorable!), is a wizard who is technically not allowed to use his gift of magic by the order of the king, Arthur's dad.  The king believes that all magic is bad and therefore wants no part of it in Camelot.  So, that is basically what the show is about.  Merlin's destiny is to protect the young prince (but Merlin can only do it in secret otherwise it would reveal that he has magic), who is destined to be king, one who will rule better.
      There is also a catch though.  Most of the threats have been, of course, something with magic.  They have been able to be defeated, why?  Because usually it was proven they were bad.  What happens when someone very close to you turns to the dark side?  Can anyone remember Anikin from Star Wars?  What did he start out as?  A cute little boy who had great potential.  What did he turn out as?  A man ruled by power, until the very end, but happy endings are popular!  Still, that's sort of the scenario, a little, there's no "death" (like Padma) to turn the person bad in Merlin.  I don't want to tell you who it is, well, I do but I don't wish to spoil anything.  I'm a big fan of not spoiling stuff because I hate having things spoiled for me!  Like, how the movie ends, who dies in this or that.. what I'm getting for my birthday/Christmas. 
     Arthur, played by Bradley James (also really cute!) and Merlin have a strange relationship, but they are so adorable together.  Arthur is somewhat of a jerk to Merlin, and Merlin continues to save Arthur's life even though he receives no thanks for it.  I really feel bad for Merlin.  He's like his own superhero.  Although, in Arthur's eyes it's like He's the hero and Merlin is just the sidekick, little does he know.  I don't know how to convey with words how enjoyable it is to watch them together.  Seriously, the best episodes are when they're together.  It's usually boring without some prince and servant verbal sparing. 
     The ladies.  Yes, there are girls in Merlin, and yes, there are couples.  My sister is obsessed with this show so believe me when I tell you that I've seen so many youtube videos with love songs for Merlin (the show) couples then I wanted to.  Gwen.  Yes, that stands for Gwenivere.  She's a maid for Lady Morgana (The king's ward).  Gwen is so nice!  But her love is kind of inconvenienced.  I wonder if you can figure out who she likes.  o.O 
      Ummm now I don't really know what else to tell you-that you would want to hear-about the show except: GO WATCH IT!  Yes, I mean RIGHT NOW.  Just skip the first episode (the one with the creepy witch...).  All, or at least most of the other episodes, are okay.  I can almost guarantee that you will be hooked after you watch you first episode (as long as it's not the first one).  There's 3 seasons, but they're making more!  In fact, it only took about a couple weeks for my sister and I to watch all the episodes.  I know, we're sad.  Now, however, we're paying for it by only being able to watch ONE EPISODE A WEEK!  Unless we wait two weeks, but I do not know if I could wait that long.  They're addicting.  You watch one and then you want to watch the others!

This is where I go totally random.
    I also want to say, that I'd rather have a good goodbye than a good hello.  I'm a saver.  I save the good stuff until the end, usually.  So, like, when you're talking with someone and your conversation starts out boring?  I'm okay with that, as long as we pick it up at the end, but then I don't want them to leave.  So it's mixed.  If you start out shaky, then if they leave early you have a sense of regret that you didn't get to talk to them about really anything so the time they were on and you could've had a nice talk, you didn't.  That's why some people are stupid.  You can have a great conversation one day, and the next you're on the back burner.  I really dislike that.  I also don't like how, on computers, you never know how they say things.  Sometimes that's a good thing, but sometime's it's bad.  When you're bored and have no good friends on, it's easy to see how one would talk to a lesser friend.  I, sadly, do that (not really often).  But when people you really want to talk to are on, then goodbye second pick!  But the bad thing is, even if you're second pick to someone, they could be first pick to you.