I had to get up at five thirty today. I was sooo tired. Isn't it so weird to get up "in the morning" and it's not even light outside? For some reason, no matter how many times I do it, that always messes with my head.
So, my sister Elizabeth and I had to go to orientation at Columbia State University (we are now officially students! Yay!). I slept for the entire forty-five minute drive. Something about getting in a car makes my body shut down and go straight to sleep. That hasn't helped at all, since I'm supposed to be learning how to drive, and somebody says "car" and I think "sleep."
I'm completely off the map here (what is it about blogging that makes me start rambling?). What I'm trying to say is, Liz and I went to the campus in Columbia. Everything is so new and exciting! I can't believe I'm going to college.
So far I'm registered for four classes: Pre-Calc Algebra *shudder*. Art History, Intro to Psychology (I think my older sister Kyra is taking this same class and I will be stoked if she is!). Hm... what was the other one? Well, it was something. I didn't get into the English class I wanted, but I'm hoping some space will open up in a couple of days. After all, what fun is college without English?
I just drew a complete blank on what I was going to say next. Honestly, I think my brain went out to lunch and never came back.
I'm going to go find it.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I have just about one more chapter to write on Summer Rush and then I will be done! Whooo! I'm super excited about that (I always reward finishing a book with chocolate or ice cream or both). But that is not the only thing I'm excited about today.
My college acceptance letter came today! AAAAHHHH!
It might not be my dream college (I love you Murray State University!) but it is the first step in getting to my dream college. And besides all that, hey! I've been accepted into college! I made it! Hold on just a second while I play that song, I Made It (Kevin Rudolf ft Lil Wayne and somebody I can't remember).
Okay, it's playing. I feel like jumping up and doing a victory dance! On top of all this wonderfulness - I've been making words up left and right lately - my birthday is in nineteen days! I will be seventeen years old! Yay!
My college acceptance letter came today! AAAAHHHH!
It might not be my dream college (I love you Murray State University!) but it is the first step in getting to my dream college. And besides all that, hey! I've been accepted into college! I made it! Hold on just a second while I play that song, I Made It (Kevin Rudolf ft Lil Wayne and somebody I can't remember).
Okay, it's playing. I feel like jumping up and doing a victory dance! On top of all this wonderfulness - I've been making words up left and right lately - my birthday is in nineteen days! I will be seventeen years old! Yay!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
iPod Touch!
An iPod Touch is amazing. Whoever invented touch screens is amazing. They're so awesome. You can watch movies, listen to music, watch podcasts, take notes, send and receive emails, surf the web, manage your calendar, look at pictures.
*Sigh*
Anyway, it's kind of obvious I just got an iPod Touch, huh? I named him Perry after Perry the Platypus from the cartoon Phineas and Ferb.
I've lost a lot of sleep messing around with Perry until all hours. I'm seriously thinking about confiscating him from myself after ten o' clock.
*Sigh*
Anyway, it's kind of obvious I just got an iPod Touch, huh? I named him Perry after Perry the Platypus from the cartoon Phineas and Ferb.
I've lost a lot of sleep messing around with Perry until all hours. I'm seriously thinking about confiscating him from myself after ten o' clock.
Friday, July 30, 2010
An old story...
I was reading through some old stories the other day and came across this story I started called The Companion. It’s a typical fantasy with a quest, a chosen one, etc. Apparently I was telling it through the eyes of the Chosen One’s companion, a halfling named Sonora. Anyway, I just thought I’d share the prologue :)
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It was early morning. Mist swirled lazily across the ground like scuttling snakes, around the roots of the white trees, and above the surface of the water of the river. There was absolute silence, so think it was almost like a blanket over the entire world. Not a single animal stirred. Not even ghosts were about.
But wait. Perhaps there were…ghosts.
From nowhere came a soft sound, like ghostly feet on dew-dampened dirt. Slowly, through the mist, came a figure.
It was a young woman. She had delicate, elfin features and long hair not much darker than the mist with a faint bluish tint. She was as pale as snow and wore a garment the color of a starless night. In her hands she held a bundle. As she walked soundlessly across the ground, the bundle squawked. It was a child.
The woman stopped. She stood in the center of a meadow, surrounded by the crystal clear waters of the river on three sides, and a stately line of white trees on the fourth.
There was no sound now. She stood there, clutching the squirming child to her chest tightly. It was so very still. She seemed frozen.
Then, more movement.
Something dark moved through the white trees and missed. It was tall and so very, very dark; it seemed to suck all light into it. The woman watched it approach, her features frozen in a mask of iron.
Carefully, the darkness moved into the meadow. It was not quite human. Its skin was jet black and covered in gleaming bluish-black scales. It had large ears like those of an elf and long black hair. Its eyes, the only discernable feature on its face, were the color of pure gold. It had a cloak, also black, and it held it round about itself.
“Did you bring the child?” Its voice was harsh yet gentle at the same time.
The woman smiled and held out the bundle. The darkness moved to stand before the woman, its slate smooth and almost mirror-like face tilted down to view the child.
“Sonora,” he said softly.
The child glared at him. Her eyes were the same hypnotic gold as the darkness’ but rather than being a single disc of color, they were like the slitted eyes of a snake.
“She is not like the others,” the woman said. “But they will not cast her out. She is one of us, no matter her parentage.”
The darkness stroked the child’s curly, whitish hair with a slightly humanistic claw. “She is the One. Nobody can deny it.”
“We shall see.”
From deep in the white woods – a snarl. The darkness stiffened. “They come for her.”
The woman shrugged her shoulders. Two large, jet black wings exploded into view. She stepped back, once again hugging the child to her chest. The darkness watched silently as she flapped her wings once and took swiftly to the air.
A low, reptilian hiss came from behind him. “The Chosen One… she is ours…”
Something began to emerge from the mist. The darkness pulled his cloak about him and, with a puff of black smoke, disappeared.
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It was early morning. Mist swirled lazily across the ground like scuttling snakes, around the roots of the white trees, and above the surface of the water of the river. There was absolute silence, so think it was almost like a blanket over the entire world. Not a single animal stirred. Not even ghosts were about.
But wait. Perhaps there were…ghosts.
From nowhere came a soft sound, like ghostly feet on dew-dampened dirt. Slowly, through the mist, came a figure.
It was a young woman. She had delicate, elfin features and long hair not much darker than the mist with a faint bluish tint. She was as pale as snow and wore a garment the color of a starless night. In her hands she held a bundle. As she walked soundlessly across the ground, the bundle squawked. It was a child.
The woman stopped. She stood in the center of a meadow, surrounded by the crystal clear waters of the river on three sides, and a stately line of white trees on the fourth.
There was no sound now. She stood there, clutching the squirming child to her chest tightly. It was so very still. She seemed frozen.
Then, more movement.
Something dark moved through the white trees and missed. It was tall and so very, very dark; it seemed to suck all light into it. The woman watched it approach, her features frozen in a mask of iron.
Carefully, the darkness moved into the meadow. It was not quite human. Its skin was jet black and covered in gleaming bluish-black scales. It had large ears like those of an elf and long black hair. Its eyes, the only discernable feature on its face, were the color of pure gold. It had a cloak, also black, and it held it round about itself.
“Did you bring the child?” Its voice was harsh yet gentle at the same time.
The woman smiled and held out the bundle. The darkness moved to stand before the woman, its slate smooth and almost mirror-like face tilted down to view the child.
“Sonora,” he said softly.
The child glared at him. Her eyes were the same hypnotic gold as the darkness’ but rather than being a single disc of color, they were like the slitted eyes of a snake.
“She is not like the others,” the woman said. “But they will not cast her out. She is one of us, no matter her parentage.”
The darkness stroked the child’s curly, whitish hair with a slightly humanistic claw. “She is the One. Nobody can deny it.”
“We shall see.”
From deep in the white woods – a snarl. The darkness stiffened. “They come for her.”
The woman shrugged her shoulders. Two large, jet black wings exploded into view. She stepped back, once again hugging the child to her chest. The darkness watched silently as she flapped her wings once and took swiftly to the air.
A low, reptilian hiss came from behind him. “The Chosen One… she is ours…”
Something began to emerge from the mist. The darkness pulled his cloak about him and, with a puff of black smoke, disappeared.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Volleyball is not for me
I remember the first time I played volleyball, I was so short the ball never came to me. So I did handstands while everybody played around me. And just as I kicked up into the perfect handstand, the ball flew over my head. Total genius.
I played volleyball yesterday with my uncle and cousins at my cousin Ashley's graduation party. First of all, my uncle in one word: COMPETITIVE. I was just glad I wasn't on the other team (although we lost) because he hits the ball hard. My cousin Gabrielle, who is tiny, got hit in the face three times.
The game was pretty intense, plus it was in the dark. You'd just look up and see this white orb sailing towards you and, depending on who you were, you yelled and got out of the way, or you hit that thing like there was no tomorrow.
Anyway, I've written 80,300 words so far this month. I was hoping to get to 100,000 but that's obviously not going to happen.
I played volleyball yesterday with my uncle and cousins at my cousin Ashley's graduation party. First of all, my uncle in one word: COMPETITIVE. I was just glad I wasn't on the other team (although we lost) because he hits the ball hard. My cousin Gabrielle, who is tiny, got hit in the face three times.
The game was pretty intense, plus it was in the dark. You'd just look up and see this white orb sailing towards you and, depending on who you were, you yelled and got out of the way, or you hit that thing like there was no tomorrow.
Anyway, I've written 80,300 words so far this month. I was hoping to get to 100,000 but that's obviously not going to happen.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Skinned - by Robin Wasserman
I read the book Skinned by Robin Wasserman last night (and part of this morning). It’s a novel set in the future, about a girl whose body was destroyed in a car crash. But her mind was downloaded into a computer and they put that into a synthetic body. Theoretically, she’d still be her same old self. Excepting all the stuff where nobody likes these downloaded people, or Mechs, as they were called.
The girl, Lia, is alienated by her friends. Her sister hates her. Her father regrets making the decision to have her “saved.” A Mech can’t die. They back up their minds and night and if anything happens to their mechanical body, their mind can simply be downloaded into a new one. Mechs don’t feel pain like ordinary people. They’re perfect, and most humans hate them for that.
I thought the novel was pretty good. The beginning was intriguing. It hit a lull at about chapter two and continued quite a ways into it. Towards the end, however, it got really good. At the very end, I was floored. How could the author just leave it like that? Then I realized it was just the first book of a trilogy. I’m looking forward to reading the other books.
Skinned was the fifth Robin Wasserman book I’ve read. I read the Chasing Yesterday Trilogy, which was YA but came off a lot like juvenile to me. I also read Hacking Harvard, which I absolutely loved. I recommend that to anybody who either doesn’t mind or can get past the language. A lot of language.
I’d give Skinned three out of four stars. The positives: great beginning, great plot, great description and setting. The negatives: some dull writing, non-endearing characters, over-used “after the world was bombed…” plot piece.
The girl, Lia, is alienated by her friends. Her sister hates her. Her father regrets making the decision to have her “saved.” A Mech can’t die. They back up their minds and night and if anything happens to their mechanical body, their mind can simply be downloaded into a new one. Mechs don’t feel pain like ordinary people. They’re perfect, and most humans hate them for that.
I thought the novel was pretty good. The beginning was intriguing. It hit a lull at about chapter two and continued quite a ways into it. Towards the end, however, it got really good. At the very end, I was floored. How could the author just leave it like that? Then I realized it was just the first book of a trilogy. I’m looking forward to reading the other books.
Skinned was the fifth Robin Wasserman book I’ve read. I read the Chasing Yesterday Trilogy, which was YA but came off a lot like juvenile to me. I also read Hacking Harvard, which I absolutely loved. I recommend that to anybody who either doesn’t mind or can get past the language. A lot of language.
I’d give Skinned three out of four stars. The positives: great beginning, great plot, great description and setting. The negatives: some dull writing, non-endearing characters, over-used “after the world was bombed…” plot piece.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
I'm so excited!
I have shared a room with at least one person for my entire life (sometimes it was three people, one time it was five). It's at the point where I don't even know what I'd do if I had my own room.
I've also had to share a bed. And now, for the first time in about eight years, my dad is getting me my own bed! Whoo!
I sound like I'm three, don't I? :) I can't imagine having my own bed. No tug of war over the blanket. No fighting for pillow space - my sister and I both have really big pillows. I can sleep with my computer. That's not as crazy as it sounds, I promise. I don't have a stereo so my music is all from my computer, so it's nice to have it within arm's reach and not down in the crack between the wall and the bed, like it is now.
Oh, and I can use the twin-sized comforter my other sister bought for me! I'm so happy :)
I've also had to share a bed. And now, for the first time in about eight years, my dad is getting me my own bed! Whoo!
I sound like I'm three, don't I? :) I can't imagine having my own bed. No tug of war over the blanket. No fighting for pillow space - my sister and I both have really big pillows. I can sleep with my computer. That's not as crazy as it sounds, I promise. I don't have a stereo so my music is all from my computer, so it's nice to have it within arm's reach and not down in the crack between the wall and the bed, like it is now.
Oh, and I can use the twin-sized comforter my other sister bought for me! I'm so happy :)
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