So this might be a rather short post, but my patience with this day is at an end. and it's only 1:30. So I'm going to make a list of all the things wrong with life for a minute.
1: We're almost out of Milk.
2: I'm sick.
3: I failed a Disney quiz on Buzzfeed.
4: I have a paper due tonight. (Ironically, I'm procrastinating with this)
5: We are almost out of Eggnog.
6: Olaf will melt when Elsa dies.
7: I got called a Dementor today.
8: World hunger isn't solved. I blame the Grinch.
9: The chocolate milk is almost gone.
10. MY BACKPACK BROKE RIGHT AS I WAS WAKING OUT THE DOOR.
Now I understand that that those are silly reasons to be mad and, in all reality, I came up with nine other things to make the day seem as bad as it feels just because of number 10, but seriously?! Come on. The best backpack I ever had, and it flakes out on me after 3 1/2 years. The straps come unraveled, the zipper breaks, and with it my heart broke. We've been through thick and thin, the world was ours for the taking- I guess you just can't trust them sometimes. You think you know your backpack.. I mean, I spend every day with it!!! I guess I always made it sit on the floor, I maliciously rolled over it's straps time and time again, not to mention throwing it on occasion... Am I abusive?! Did I have this coming?? I didn't know I was such an evil person!! Did I actually slowly suck out the soul of my backpack? AM I ACTUALLY A DEMENTOR???
Well in any case, thank goodness for Amazon Prime's free 2 day shipping, and RIP my beloved backpack. I'm just going to have to..
Let it go.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Comic Con
Hello y'all.
so yesterday I had the unique experience of attending Comic Con. Now if you don't know what Comic Con is, let me fill you in: Imagine every nerd you've ever met or heard of. Now add their friends. Now add their friends' friends. Now add their friends' friends' friends, and you have about .000001% of the people that show up. Now I'm not really kidding... there was over 120,000 people there. Now put all those friends in costumes (called cosplays) of their favorite nerd character. Now put them in a building filled with nerd vendors that ONLY sell nerd things for the nerds and aspiring nerds. This merchandise isn't your normal farmers market crafts either. We're talking original paintings, sketches, sculptures, apparel, weaponry, and so much more. Now imagine how many vendors there were for these things. Now forget that number because its wrong. There were over 300 vendors there. Honestly? not enough. Now add three generations of bat mobiles, a life size Smaug head, add about 40 celebrities, and nerd classes going on all day. Now you might, MIGHT.... have a squint at what Comic Con was like this year.
Now lets stake a step back and define what nerd means. The definition has changed over the years. We used to be the outcasts, the people siting by ourselves at lunch, the ones getting beat up by the flag pole, maybe the kid who won the science fair; usually though we were the kids reading way too much who became the teenagers who read waaaaaay too much who then turned into the 20 somethings peacin' out at parties to read more books, go to fencing practice, get back to sketching, and or getting to that strict appointment they have on Saturday nights at 6:00 with channel 264. Well that last part hasn't changed much, but it's pretty obvious the first part is no longer as big of a problem. Get ready world because we don't sit by ourselves anymore. We have our own table that haters aren't invited too where we eat out of our Avengers lunch boxes and have deep conversations about character development. We don't get beat up anymore because we got each others backs. We have realized that there is more to the world than being popular.
Anyway.
So now I will tell you my experience. After we got through the pretty fast paced half mile long line, passing abut 50 different versions of the doctor and barney, we finally set foot in one of the biggest nerd fests in the country... that and a flippin mass of humanity. We walked around for a minute before we had to stop and look at the wands and robes. Then we meandered through the artist alley before looking for someplace to eat. The Hogwarts Pulled Pork Sandwich is never a bad idea. Then we found the TARDIS and took pictures. Then we took pictures with a perfect Elsa, and then a perfect family in which the parents (the Silence and the Weeping Angel) brought their kids (a mini Weeping Angel and a very tiny Doctor) and we decided that some families are raising their children right. Then we bought some prints and visited the Bat Mobiles. Then we drooled a little bit and kept walking. Then we saw Samug's head and realized this was out place and these were our people.
And then my life changed.
Forever.
I met the Doctor.
Actually two of them.
My wonderful, wonderful friend was volunteering at Comic Con as a celebrity escort. She wanted a picture with the 6th and the 8th Doctors. I just happened to be talking to her when she decided to go. So I got to meet two of the Doctors. You know. For free. And basically I didn't actually care what happened for the rest of the day. I just... well ya. And I um.. ya. We just couldn't top that so we went home.
And you know. I just... yep.
And that was Comic Con. The nerd fest that changes lives.
so yesterday I had the unique experience of attending Comic Con. Now if you don't know what Comic Con is, let me fill you in: Imagine every nerd you've ever met or heard of. Now add their friends. Now add their friends' friends. Now add their friends' friends' friends, and you have about .000001% of the people that show up. Now I'm not really kidding... there was over 120,000 people there. Now put all those friends in costumes (called cosplays) of their favorite nerd character. Now put them in a building filled with nerd vendors that ONLY sell nerd things for the nerds and aspiring nerds. This merchandise isn't your normal farmers market crafts either. We're talking original paintings, sketches, sculptures, apparel, weaponry, and so much more. Now imagine how many vendors there were for these things. Now forget that number because its wrong. There were over 300 vendors there. Honestly? not enough. Now add three generations of bat mobiles, a life size Smaug head, add about 40 celebrities, and nerd classes going on all day. Now you might, MIGHT.... have a squint at what Comic Con was like this year.
Now lets stake a step back and define what nerd means. The definition has changed over the years. We used to be the outcasts, the people siting by ourselves at lunch, the ones getting beat up by the flag pole, maybe the kid who won the science fair; usually though we were the kids reading way too much who became the teenagers who read waaaaaay too much who then turned into the 20 somethings peacin' out at parties to read more books, go to fencing practice, get back to sketching, and or getting to that strict appointment they have on Saturday nights at 6:00 with channel 264. Well that last part hasn't changed much, but it's pretty obvious the first part is no longer as big of a problem. Get ready world because we don't sit by ourselves anymore. We have our own table that haters aren't invited too where we eat out of our Avengers lunch boxes and have deep conversations about character development. We don't get beat up anymore because we got each others backs. We have realized that there is more to the world than being popular.
Anyway.
So now I will tell you my experience. After we got through the pretty fast paced half mile long line, passing abut 50 different versions of the doctor and barney, we finally set foot in one of the biggest nerd fests in the country... that and a flippin mass of humanity. We walked around for a minute before we had to stop and look at the wands and robes. Then we meandered through the artist alley before looking for someplace to eat. The Hogwarts Pulled Pork Sandwich is never a bad idea. Then we found the TARDIS and took pictures. Then we took pictures with a perfect Elsa, and then a perfect family in which the parents (the Silence and the Weeping Angel) brought their kids (a mini Weeping Angel and a very tiny Doctor) and we decided that some families are raising their children right. Then we bought some prints and visited the Bat Mobiles. Then we drooled a little bit and kept walking. Then we saw Samug's head and realized this was out place and these were our people.
And then my life changed.
Forever.
I met the Doctor.
Actually two of them.
My wonderful, wonderful friend was volunteering at Comic Con as a celebrity escort. She wanted a picture with the 6th and the 8th Doctors. I just happened to be talking to her when she decided to go. So I got to meet two of the Doctors. You know. For free. And basically I didn't actually care what happened for the rest of the day. I just... well ya. And I um.. ya. We just couldn't top that so we went home.
And you know. I just... yep.
And that was Comic Con. The nerd fest that changes lives.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
The truth about Panem (NERD POST ALERT)
Alright. So today I am going to pay a debt to my inner nerd. If you do not wish to participate in this explosion of nerd, you can stop reading now. If you do wish to read, continue at your own risk; I would advise that if you have not yet read the third book in the Hunger Games series, you read this at a later date. You have been warned.
So last night I was snap chatting a friend who was baby sitting. Because this friend is an amazing baby sitter, the movie of the night for those kids was The Hunger Games. I agreed that it was important to know who Katniss is in order to grow up properly in this generation. Then I got a snap chat that pretty much changed my life. The picture was of President Snow, and the caption was 'the 5yr old thinks snow is Santa.'
My first thought? The kid's got a valid point.
Apart from the stereotypical white beard, Snow has cameras everywhere. He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. Who else would have that kind of technology figured out? Seriously. One wrong move from anyone and they are subject to severe punishment, sometimes death... something to keep in mind. Plus, his last name is SNOW, and he does show up to Katniss' house randomly.
Also keep in mind: what do all the naughty children get?
Coal. Coal everyone. District 12? Coal mining.
So now, after years of wondering, I can now reveal to you WHAT happened to the world before Panem, WHY it is that way, and WHY Santa is...... wait for it..... NOT REAL.
It all starts when WWIII reaches its peak; mass destruction, all major cities targeted, most of the world is in complete chaos and ruin. A nuclear bomb target coordinates are miscalculated by the idiot intern working for the Brazilian government (Obviously a deatheater). Instead of hitting Greenland, It is largely overshot and hits the North Pole. War. Terrible War.
The bomb hit and caused terrible destruction to the factories, causing thousands and thousands of casualties of elves. With everything destroyed, Santa was devastated. With the remaining few hundred elves, he mourned the deaths of his deceased hard workers, as well as the massive blow to the citizens of the world he so diligently looked after and brought presents too these many years. After the sadness came the anger, and after the anger came the revenge.
So, with all of the major political leaders gone, the only authority figure left was Santa himself. So he came down, changed his name to Snow, and organized the remaining citizens of the world the only way he knew: North Pole style. Up there, different sections of elves had specialized in different toy making. So, he divided the people on the largest remaining stretch of land into 13 districts, each having their own tasks to preform to make the system functional. At first, everything went very smoothly. The citizens that misbehaved did the work that he thought to be undesirable in the outlying districts. Coal mining, which is what he made the misbehaving elves do up at the North Pole, was one of the biggest dishonors he could think of. Then there was something new he hated even more than Coal, which was warfare, particularly nuclear warfare, which is what district 13 specialized in.
So things ran smoothly. The remaining elves lived with Snow in the Capitol, continuing to make toys for Christmas. Snow had new cameras made and placed so he could observe and tally the good and bad of the people so that there could still be Christmas... a light in a world that had been in dark warfare for so long.
However Snow, still an inexperienced world leader, didn't see the major flaw in this thinking. Punish the misbehaving people by forcing them to make nuclear weaponry? WELL OF COURSE THEY REBELLED!!!! Jealous of the happiness and wealth of the Capitol, they decided to retaliate... because they could... they have bombs...
Just a thought: think about it; the Capitol citizens are always happy, and very innocent and naive. Obviously they're elves.
So obviously this made Snow furious because he thought they were targeting Christmas, and that they wanted to end it all. So he did what needed to be done, he buried them under ground and told them to keep quiet... kind of like an eternal time out, and threatened to completely destroy them if they rebelled again. But their first rebellion finally put him over the edge. He got it into his mind that all of the world citizens were responsible for the North Pole being bombed in the first place. So he took away the Christmas tradition, deciding that they just didn't appreciate it or want it anymore. This broke his heart and filled him with bitterness and vengeance. So, he decided punish them once a year, as a reminder of the joy and happiness they took from him, the elves, and the millions of families and children all over the world who would now never have presents from Santa again. He wanted them to make a sacrifice like the one he made. He also decided to make it symbolic of how the world thought it was alright to ruthlessly kill each other to the point of near extinction. So, he decided to start the Hunger Games as a reminder that this could never be allowed to happen again.
And of course things were said and advertised so very well that the people understood why this was the case and why this was a tradition. The hardest part was that It was Santa... Everyone loved Santa. Only a few knew how Santa even got to be Santa, and knew his true poisonous and manipulative nature and how he rose to power (ahem, finick...) and inevitably things got a little out of hand, and Snow got even more power hungry, which is why the second rebellion happened.
Just a quick thought... Ever heard of the Christmas Rose? Ya.
So finally, Snow dies. This causes good, but generally mixed feelings for the people. I mean, he was Santa, and they kind of drove him to insanity. The more they thought and stewed about it, the more guilty they felt about starting the third world war in the first place. The newly formed government even decided to make a trackerjacker injection specifically designed to take away the guilt of it all. This also went a little wrong, and completely erased the memory of Santa before he was Snow. Meaning that, well.... suddenly Santa was never.... REAL.
Now I know what your thinking. WWIII hasn't even happened yet. How can we already be thinking that Santa isn't real?
Hold on to your nerd belts. This is about to get intense. This is where the Doctor comes in. He knew before hand that all of this was a fixed point in time. So, being the Time Lord that he is, Quantum launches the decision made that started WWIII into a different dimension, or parallel world, running about 300 years behind this world, and then prevented that decision from being made. However, there are often close similarities between parallel worlds, and there have been some leaks since then, which is why we now say that Santa isn't real.
Now, at this point, I am going to stop. I could go on to explain how, in the same parallel world, in the ruins of Chicago (District 2) they gathered together all of the Amity and Dauntless Divergent people to the capital and mutated them into what the Doctor knows as The Order of the Silence, and then, after traveling to Asguard, joined forces with Heimdall to jump dimensions into our world so that every time we even thought about all of this history that's leaking out of the walls of reality from that parallel world, they would inject us with a short term memory serum that would erase them, as well as what we were thinking about, and all of the authors and writers of these stories are just.... you know.... divergent.... and they can resist the serum which is why they wrote the stories in the first place....
Buuuuuuuut that's another story for another time when I'm feeling even more nerdier than today.
But hold up. If we are starting to remember everything that happened in that parallel world, that means that the walls of reality are breaking down which means only one thing...
BAD WOLF.
Timey-wimey... wibbly-wobbely.. ball of stuff....
Wow. That was nerd throw up. It's alright if you don't understand the last couple of paragraphs. The ones before that were the main ones I needed to get off my chest. Whew. I'm glad I got all that down before I forgot.... I don't want to forget... I promise I'm done now. :)
What if I told you that Santa was a Time Lord?
Don't even get me started on Sherlock Holmes and the Easter Bunny.
Ok. Seriously done now. Too much nerd. I have all the nerd.
So last night I was snap chatting a friend who was baby sitting. Because this friend is an amazing baby sitter, the movie of the night for those kids was The Hunger Games. I agreed that it was important to know who Katniss is in order to grow up properly in this generation. Then I got a snap chat that pretty much changed my life. The picture was of President Snow, and the caption was 'the 5yr old thinks snow is Santa.'
My first thought? The kid's got a valid point.
Apart from the stereotypical white beard, Snow has cameras everywhere. He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. Who else would have that kind of technology figured out? Seriously. One wrong move from anyone and they are subject to severe punishment, sometimes death... something to keep in mind. Plus, his last name is SNOW, and he does show up to Katniss' house randomly.
Also keep in mind: what do all the naughty children get?
Coal. Coal everyone. District 12? Coal mining.
So now, after years of wondering, I can now reveal to you WHAT happened to the world before Panem, WHY it is that way, and WHY Santa is...... wait for it..... NOT REAL.
It all starts when WWIII reaches its peak; mass destruction, all major cities targeted, most of the world is in complete chaos and ruin. A nuclear bomb target coordinates are miscalculated by the idiot intern working for the Brazilian government (Obviously a deatheater). Instead of hitting Greenland, It is largely overshot and hits the North Pole. War. Terrible War.
The bomb hit and caused terrible destruction to the factories, causing thousands and thousands of casualties of elves. With everything destroyed, Santa was devastated. With the remaining few hundred elves, he mourned the deaths of his deceased hard workers, as well as the massive blow to the citizens of the world he so diligently looked after and brought presents too these many years. After the sadness came the anger, and after the anger came the revenge.
So, with all of the major political leaders gone, the only authority figure left was Santa himself. So he came down, changed his name to Snow, and organized the remaining citizens of the world the only way he knew: North Pole style. Up there, different sections of elves had specialized in different toy making. So, he divided the people on the largest remaining stretch of land into 13 districts, each having their own tasks to preform to make the system functional. At first, everything went very smoothly. The citizens that misbehaved did the work that he thought to be undesirable in the outlying districts. Coal mining, which is what he made the misbehaving elves do up at the North Pole, was one of the biggest dishonors he could think of. Then there was something new he hated even more than Coal, which was warfare, particularly nuclear warfare, which is what district 13 specialized in.
So things ran smoothly. The remaining elves lived with Snow in the Capitol, continuing to make toys for Christmas. Snow had new cameras made and placed so he could observe and tally the good and bad of the people so that there could still be Christmas... a light in a world that had been in dark warfare for so long.
However Snow, still an inexperienced world leader, didn't see the major flaw in this thinking. Punish the misbehaving people by forcing them to make nuclear weaponry? WELL OF COURSE THEY REBELLED!!!! Jealous of the happiness and wealth of the Capitol, they decided to retaliate... because they could... they have bombs...
Just a thought: think about it; the Capitol citizens are always happy, and very innocent and naive. Obviously they're elves.
So obviously this made Snow furious because he thought they were targeting Christmas, and that they wanted to end it all. So he did what needed to be done, he buried them under ground and told them to keep quiet... kind of like an eternal time out, and threatened to completely destroy them if they rebelled again. But their first rebellion finally put him over the edge. He got it into his mind that all of the world citizens were responsible for the North Pole being bombed in the first place. So he took away the Christmas tradition, deciding that they just didn't appreciate it or want it anymore. This broke his heart and filled him with bitterness and vengeance. So, he decided punish them once a year, as a reminder of the joy and happiness they took from him, the elves, and the millions of families and children all over the world who would now never have presents from Santa again. He wanted them to make a sacrifice like the one he made. He also decided to make it symbolic of how the world thought it was alright to ruthlessly kill each other to the point of near extinction. So, he decided to start the Hunger Games as a reminder that this could never be allowed to happen again.
And of course things were said and advertised so very well that the people understood why this was the case and why this was a tradition. The hardest part was that It was Santa... Everyone loved Santa. Only a few knew how Santa even got to be Santa, and knew his true poisonous and manipulative nature and how he rose to power (ahem, finick...) and inevitably things got a little out of hand, and Snow got even more power hungry, which is why the second rebellion happened.
Just a quick thought... Ever heard of the Christmas Rose? Ya.
So finally, Snow dies. This causes good, but generally mixed feelings for the people. I mean, he was Santa, and they kind of drove him to insanity. The more they thought and stewed about it, the more guilty they felt about starting the third world war in the first place. The newly formed government even decided to make a trackerjacker injection specifically designed to take away the guilt of it all. This also went a little wrong, and completely erased the memory of Santa before he was Snow. Meaning that, well.... suddenly Santa was never.... REAL.
Now I know what your thinking. WWIII hasn't even happened yet. How can we already be thinking that Santa isn't real?
Hold on to your nerd belts. This is about to get intense. This is where the Doctor comes in. He knew before hand that all of this was a fixed point in time. So, being the Time Lord that he is, Quantum launches the decision made that started WWIII into a different dimension, or parallel world, running about 300 years behind this world, and then prevented that decision from being made. However, there are often close similarities between parallel worlds, and there have been some leaks since then, which is why we now say that Santa isn't real.
Now, at this point, I am going to stop. I could go on to explain how, in the same parallel world, in the ruins of Chicago (District 2) they gathered together all of the Amity and Dauntless Divergent people to the capital and mutated them into what the Doctor knows as The Order of the Silence, and then, after traveling to Asguard, joined forces with Heimdall to jump dimensions into our world so that every time we even thought about all of this history that's leaking out of the walls of reality from that parallel world, they would inject us with a short term memory serum that would erase them, as well as what we were thinking about, and all of the authors and writers of these stories are just.... you know.... divergent.... and they can resist the serum which is why they wrote the stories in the first place....
Buuuuuuuut that's another story for another time when I'm feeling even more nerdier than today.
But hold up. If we are starting to remember everything that happened in that parallel world, that means that the walls of reality are breaking down which means only one thing...
BAD WOLF.
Timey-wimey... wibbly-wobbely.. ball of stuff....
Wow. That was nerd throw up. It's alright if you don't understand the last couple of paragraphs. The ones before that were the main ones I needed to get off my chest. Whew. I'm glad I got all that down before I forgot.... I don't want to forget... I promise I'm done now. :)
What if I told you that Santa was a Time Lord?
Don't even get me started on Sherlock Holmes and the Easter Bunny.
Ok. Seriously done now. Too much nerd. I have all the nerd.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
My Life
So the last time I posted, it was last semester... needless to say, the last time I had TIME to post was....
LAST SEMESTER.
So here's what I'm going to do. I am going to provide one sentence for every major event since I posted last... here we go.
I found myself in a MacDonald's in St. George on Christmas night with about three dozen other people who had the same idea while we watched Obama on the news. I went to Disney Land and stumbled upon Tom Hanks' brick/tile in front of the gates. I did the worst I'd ever done on the Buzz Light year ride just as they closed the gates of Disney Land because it had reached full capacity. I experienced full capacity at the happiest place on earth and together we all watched fireworks followed by the falling of very convincing fake snow. I started my second semester of college, and didn't understand what I was getting myself into. I took on renovation planning project competition for a real family who, if they liked what they saw, would actually use it. I analyzed a mall for hours looking for good ideas and flaws in retail design. I built a three inch spiral staircase with a slide around the edge out of wire, foam core, and tooth picks for a model of a toy store inspired by a tree house. I discovered that I'm pretty okay at rendering and perspective drawing, and the class that introduced me to it became my favorite class. Cumulatively, I probably spent over 50 hours rendering and perspective drawing outside of class. I took on space planning and finishes selecting for a 80 year old, future parade of homes house with a partner with a time limit of two weeks. I started signing the whole first floor of Macy's because one of my coworkers decided to get some crazy biology job. I got employee of the week, and have now tripled my speed at signing. I got my roommate officially addicted to Doctor who, and I'm not letting her have the blessed 7th season until after Easter. Oh! I almost forgot to mention books I've read this year. First, I finally read Mockingjay; after reading, I threw a fit, and it took me a good two weeks to come to peace with the ending. I read East of Eden, and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone; it's beautify written and will ruin your life- I, 3 weeks later, am still struggling with the book hangover it gave me. Divergent: not really my cup of tea; I wish it would go deeper into the politics and Four is pretty cool but not my favorite. However my dislike for the book might just be that I was still trying to get over East of Eden, and it's just as sinful to compare those two as it is comparing Harry Potter with Les Mis. I am seeing the movie tonight though; I hear it's better than Hunger Games- I think it completely depends on your personality and opinions on what makes a good story or not. I am now reading the Maze Runner. I went on a spert of the moment trip to Idaho Falls where I met a dog I'd been hearing about for moths and I tried on a helicopter helmet. I went to an 8 hour conference on green design. I also watched The Tigger Movie last night, followed by a horror movie, because that's normal.
And for my last thing, I watched Frozen about 500 more times because yes, it really is that good.
So I don't know if all of that was enough to justify not updating my blog for four months... I'm out of School now, which means I probably should figure out what I'm doing with the next year of my life.
Well, that's all for now... oh wait one more thing:
I wrote an essay tearing down the people who think Harry Potter should be banned from schools for my critical thinking class. There are some people in this world that look for the bad in everything they can get their condescending little hands on. Well Harry Potter taught us just how to deal with people like that. The patronus charm works pretty well... stupid dementors.
Oh, and chocolate always helps.
ttfn.
LAST SEMESTER.
So here's what I'm going to do. I am going to provide one sentence for every major event since I posted last... here we go.
I found myself in a MacDonald's in St. George on Christmas night with about three dozen other people who had the same idea while we watched Obama on the news. I went to Disney Land and stumbled upon Tom Hanks' brick/tile in front of the gates. I did the worst I'd ever done on the Buzz Light year ride just as they closed the gates of Disney Land because it had reached full capacity. I experienced full capacity at the happiest place on earth and together we all watched fireworks followed by the falling of very convincing fake snow. I started my second semester of college, and didn't understand what I was getting myself into. I took on renovation planning project competition for a real family who, if they liked what they saw, would actually use it. I analyzed a mall for hours looking for good ideas and flaws in retail design. I built a three inch spiral staircase with a slide around the edge out of wire, foam core, and tooth picks for a model of a toy store inspired by a tree house. I discovered that I'm pretty okay at rendering and perspective drawing, and the class that introduced me to it became my favorite class. Cumulatively, I probably spent over 50 hours rendering and perspective drawing outside of class. I took on space planning and finishes selecting for a 80 year old, future parade of homes house with a partner with a time limit of two weeks. I started signing the whole first floor of Macy's because one of my coworkers decided to get some crazy biology job. I got employee of the week, and have now tripled my speed at signing. I got my roommate officially addicted to Doctor who, and I'm not letting her have the blessed 7th season until after Easter. Oh! I almost forgot to mention books I've read this year. First, I finally read Mockingjay; after reading, I threw a fit, and it took me a good two weeks to come to peace with the ending. I read East of Eden, and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone; it's beautify written and will ruin your life- I, 3 weeks later, am still struggling with the book hangover it gave me. Divergent: not really my cup of tea; I wish it would go deeper into the politics and Four is pretty cool but not my favorite. However my dislike for the book might just be that I was still trying to get over East of Eden, and it's just as sinful to compare those two as it is comparing Harry Potter with Les Mis. I am seeing the movie tonight though; I hear it's better than Hunger Games- I think it completely depends on your personality and opinions on what makes a good story or not. I am now reading the Maze Runner. I went on a spert of the moment trip to Idaho Falls where I met a dog I'd been hearing about for moths and I tried on a helicopter helmet. I went to an 8 hour conference on green design. I also watched The Tigger Movie last night, followed by a horror movie, because that's normal.
And for my last thing, I watched Frozen about 500 more times because yes, it really is that good.
So I don't know if all of that was enough to justify not updating my blog for four months... I'm out of School now, which means I probably should figure out what I'm doing with the next year of my life.
Well, that's all for now... oh wait one more thing:
I wrote an essay tearing down the people who think Harry Potter should be banned from schools for my critical thinking class. There are some people in this world that look for the bad in everything they can get their condescending little hands on. Well Harry Potter taught us just how to deal with people like that. The patronus charm works pretty well... stupid dementors.
Oh, and chocolate always helps.
ttfn.
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