So I filmed two whole videos in the past two weeks… and I completely forgot to load them onto my computer and edit them. That’s why there have been no videos. And I have worked every Monday and Friday since the blogs have stopped, so, yeah. I’ll try to get back on the wagon, though. Sorry.
BUT BONES IS SUCH A GOOD TV SHOW
…or so they thought. OK. Here’s the dealio. I have zero interesting things to talk about, so I thought, instead, that I’d give you a bit of info dump about my hopeful senior thesis novel, tentatively titled Catchers. I’m pretty sure I’m going to try to plow through it during NaNoWriMo (in November), so this summer I’m participating in what’s called Camp NaNoWriMo, which runs in both June and August to help aspiring NaNoWriMo participants plan and organize their work. If you want to sponsor my camp activities (and help me win a cool poster, since that’s obviously what’s important here), click here. If you just want to read about my Camp NaNo activities, click here. Continue reading “Working towards a less judgemental tomorrow”
…And thus I’ve been getting next to nothing done. During the school year it’s easy to be productive because I already have to be awake and walking around in the morning, and once it gets to be about 3pm and I’m done with class, I can head to the coffee shop to get some much needed productivity out of the way. But during the summer, I either have absolutely no reason to get out of my wonderfully giant, warm bed, or I have to go to work at 7am and I don’t get off until 6pm, at which time I’m really not feeling the productivity buzz at all. Continue reading “Summertime makes me drowsy”
So we all know I’m crazy, right? That’s universally accepted? Good.
It’s Monday as I write this blog, at my local Starbucks, and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m floundering. Remember a couple weeks ago when I posted that rambly blog about my possible senior thesis novel? Well, I’ve decided that I really, really want to write said senior thesis novel, and would like to have a mostly-complete outline by the end of the summer. Excited by this prospect, I drove myself to the aforementioned Starbucks to get to work. Continue reading “Setting is everything”
If you know me, you know that when I get into a show, I get into a show. It took me about a month to get through seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the first four seasons of Angel. And that’s with school, extracurriculars, and this website. Impressive, right? But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. No, I want to talk about Hell and being agnostic, and how that relates to a very interesting conversation Angel and the recently-non-corporeal Spike have at the beginning of Angel season five. Continue reading “Spike, Angel, and How it Relates to My Afterlife”
So in early January, I wrote a blog post about my expectations for my spring semester classes, and considering my spring semester has now concluded, I thought I’d see how those expectations played out. Not interested? That’s fine. Just go look at the pictures from last Friday’s blog. Continue reading “Expectations, revisisted”
Tomorrow my little brother graduates from High School. Even though I put together a college survival kit for him for Christmas and even though he and I have been making tentative spring break/thanksgiving plans together, I still haven’t really processed the fact that my little brother is graduating from high school tomorrow. Holy freaking crap.
My brother and I are 21 months apart, and we used to be really close. As evidenced by the adorable picture to the right, we got a huge kick out of wearing the same teeshirts and pretending we were twins, and that was only the beginning. Family friends Megan and David were slightly further apart in age than us, but their sibling cat fights could fill novels. I remember Vinny and I lecturing them. “Why do you guys fight so much? We never fight!” Continue reading “Wait, my brother isn’t eleven?!”
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