So Borders is closing. Or declaring bankruptcy. Or something. Whatever. Not important. What IS important is that the Borders in my town is closing and that’s probably been the most devastating news I’ve heard since my parents got divorced. Not even joking. Continue reading “On Borders”
You know I write dystopian society novels. You know I read dystopian soviety novels. And you know I love them. I love the espionage, the revolutions, the romanticism of “what if?”. So naturally, when a package of books arrived for my birthday and I read the sleeve of Ally Condie’s Matched, I was excited. Continue reading “Matched book review”
Init cute?!? I don’t know if the picture quality is high enough for you to notice all of the subtle little details like the braces or the bowtie, and if not, use your imagination. The Thesaurus is the nerdiest dinosaur you’ll ever see, and I absolutely love him. I’ll post an even nerdier teeshirt blog tomorrow, but today I want to focus on why the Thesaurus is basically my spirit animal. Continue reading “[Day 294] Teeshirt week 5: Thesaurus”
When I was in 7th grade, I thought that I was smart enough to write a whole novel. Although the intellect was indeed lacking, I managed to finish it. It would take me longer than the book is to explain to you the plot, so here’s the first chapter. Continue reading “[Day 76] Ash: Chapter 1”
Dear Julio Noboa, (disclaimer… read the poem before the letter. It’ll make a whole lot more sense)
When I was in 6th grade, shy and afraid of the giant world of middle school, I was flipping through my literature book and came across your poem, Identity. I was unfamiliar with poetry completely, but I was so compelled that I copied down the entire poem in my notebook. But after being caught up in middle school drama, I no longer wanted to identify with the tall, ugly weed. I didn’t care if I was picked up by “greedy human hands”. I’d be pretty and therefore wanted, right? Continue reading “[Day 68] Weeds”
Dear Tamora Pierce,
*insert project details here*
I remember picking up Alanna: The First Adventure while on vacation when I was in 7th grade. I’d never read fantasy before, so it was a new experience. The back of the book looked promising, and the idea of a girl masquerading as a boy appealed to my tomboy attitude. When I finished the first read, I put it down on my bed, thought about it for a moment, and picked it up again. I read it at least five more times in the period of a week. Continue reading “[Day 19] Join the ranks of the Komai!”
This video is kind of crap, but it’s all the footage I had and I’m too lazy to do any other video now.
This post might sound very odd, but it’s an imitation of a poem we read today, called “Girl” by a poet named Jamaica Kincaid. This is a list of various pieces of advice my parents have given me over the years.
Continue reading “Advice.”
Because the computers on campus are somewhat inconvenient to get to and to be at, I decided to blog while I had the chance. My writing has been going very well, since that’s basically all I do. I read some, then I am given a general thought and am told to write about it for five to ten minutes. It yields interesting results. Examples: Continue reading “Ramblings from Oregon”
Because I am the expert of everything, I’ve decided to share some of my ridiculous volume of knowledge with you. Don’t pretend like you aren’t excited. Continue reading “Productivity! [Like a boss]”