$10 Pizza Hut Gift card...yay, free pizza:
http://lisacooking.com/2010/01/19/any-pizza-any-size-any-toppings-only-10-and-a-giveaway-too/
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Nicole's 23rd Birthday
I'm sitting here with special guest blogger Nicole's Sister, Kristin Frate.
Kristin what is going on with your life?
K: Funny thing, I was looking forward to going to an anime convention this weekend. I'm mad and depressed because someone else is enjoying my birthday and christmas present. Everything got fucked up.
Kristin don't you like hanging out with everyone?
K: See that's the thing too, I couldn't make up my mind between hanging out here or going to the con.
Well, I'm gladthat you decided to come here because your sister likes smoking more than hanging out...
K: Thats okay, because my boyfriend rather smoke than hang out with me.
Well what was the favorite part of this night for you?
K: Um, hulahooping to lady gaga in the bedroom with brian and nicole and making that drink i didn't drink. slow dancing to lady gaga with your boyfriend, before he went outside, left me for cancer.
Well, I'm glad you took the time to talk to mutedworld.blogspot.com, hope you have a good evening!
Kristin's blog: miaru.hyouri.org
Kristin what is going on with your life?
K: Funny thing, I was looking forward to going to an anime convention this weekend. I'm mad and depressed because someone else is enjoying my birthday and christmas present. Everything got fucked up.
Kristin don't you like hanging out with everyone?
K: See that's the thing too, I couldn't make up my mind between hanging out here or going to the con.
Well, I'm gladthat you decided to come here because your sister likes smoking more than hanging out...
K: Thats okay, because my boyfriend rather smoke than hang out with me.
Well what was the favorite part of this night for you?
K: Um, hulahooping to lady gaga in the bedroom with brian and nicole and making that drink i didn't drink. slow dancing to lady gaga with your boyfriend, before he went outside, left me for cancer.
Well, I'm glad you took the time to talk to mutedworld.blogspot.com, hope you have a good evening!
Kristin's blog: miaru.hyouri.org
Friday Next Blogs >> of Note: 1/29/2010
http://getwellpablo.blogspot.com/
The Pablove Blog is a blog connected to the Pablove site thats mission is to raise money for childhood cancer research.
http://selftaughtartist.blogspot.com/
An artist, with her own etsy shop, making art with found objects and doing photography.
http://www.tipsfortravellers.com/
Going some place, you should check out this blog. There are lovely photos and very detailed blogs.
http://thingstodonow.blogspot.com/
This blog wants you to well, do some things...and now. Bookcrossing, play acting, and sending cards are among the 101 things you can do.
http://windows7.blogspot.com/
I hear you saying, "a teacher in rural Alaska sounds just about as exciting as getting a history lession from your dying grandfather." But actually it is really interesting and has lovely pictures.
The Pablove Blog is a blog connected to the Pablove site thats mission is to raise money for childhood cancer research.
http://selftaughtartist.blogspot.com/
An artist, with her own etsy shop, making art with found objects and doing photography.
http://www.tipsfortravellers.com/
Going some place, you should check out this blog. There are lovely photos and very detailed blogs.
http://thingstodonow.blogspot.com/
This blog wants you to well, do some things...and now. Bookcrossing, play acting, and sending cards are among the 101 things you can do.
http://windows7.blogspot.com/
I hear you saying, "a teacher in rural Alaska sounds just about as exciting as getting a history lession from your dying grandfather." But actually it is really interesting and has lovely pictures.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Poetry Published in Online Magazine: Ascent Aspirations
www.ascentaspirations.ca
Has published my poem, "Protesting So-Called Protection" in their current issue. Check it out.
Has published my poem, "Protesting So-Called Protection" in their current issue. Check it out.
Clutter
My dorm room is a cluttered mess of books, clothes, and papers. Don't ask me how it got this way. My rooms have been like this all my life. I don't know how to turn off my compulsion to have piles or to have random things in random place.
When people say, "It makes sense to have paper here, clothes there, books here, and useless junk in the trash." I think they're insane. Honestly people with clean rooms don't understand that their clean room is terrifying to me. When I clean a room I take what is useless/broken/shit and toss it out and then I make piles or assign spaces in open drawers and open floor areas for other things.
My laundry system consist of a hamper for dirty and a hamper for clean. I don't like ironing. I never really buy anything that gets wrinkled easily either. I don't need to be well dressed because I never have money for expensive new clothes. So any wrinkling that might happen in a hamper is of no consequence to me.
I wash everything though. I will wash my floor provided I have money for the proper materials (living in cafaro stuff is provided, sometimes, not always though) and I wash my sheets as often as I can (that is whenever I do laundry.)
I throw out gross trash every once and a while. I don't eat or drink much in my room so there is never a need for it much. When I do eat I don't leave open food or open bottles in my room to go rancid. Nothing smells dirty, it just looks cluttered. I myself shower at least once a day and brush my teeth 2 to 3 times a day. I'm no slob.
I work my tail off and wake up bright and early most everyday. I also work on things into the night. I'm not lazy in the slightest. I can be a procrastinator but that is usually only with studying and academia.
Honestly, when I hear parents talk about their kids being slobs or being lazy because of messy rooms I just think, "Really? Well, instead of just complaining about that what are they GOOD at?" They could be so preoccupied with drawing the perfect picture or writing an excellent story that to them organization is the least important.
People don't have to be filed and post it organized to lead a happy and healthy life. Some people need piles and some people need the clutter to really think. I do. I only clean my room when I know I have someone to impress because in our culture it is pounded into us that "organization is key." That is total bullshit. I know I'm not alone. So don't judge me based on my room or my wash/wear clothes. Judge me on my talent, my personality, the way I make you laugh, and the workaholic that I am. Really. It is all that matters.
When people say, "It makes sense to have paper here, clothes there, books here, and useless junk in the trash." I think they're insane. Honestly people with clean rooms don't understand that their clean room is terrifying to me. When I clean a room I take what is useless/broken/shit and toss it out and then I make piles or assign spaces in open drawers and open floor areas for other things.
My laundry system consist of a hamper for dirty and a hamper for clean. I don't like ironing. I never really buy anything that gets wrinkled easily either. I don't need to be well dressed because I never have money for expensive new clothes. So any wrinkling that might happen in a hamper is of no consequence to me.
I wash everything though. I will wash my floor provided I have money for the proper materials (living in cafaro stuff is provided, sometimes, not always though) and I wash my sheets as often as I can (that is whenever I do laundry.)
I throw out gross trash every once and a while. I don't eat or drink much in my room so there is never a need for it much. When I do eat I don't leave open food or open bottles in my room to go rancid. Nothing smells dirty, it just looks cluttered. I myself shower at least once a day and brush my teeth 2 to 3 times a day. I'm no slob.
I work my tail off and wake up bright and early most everyday. I also work on things into the night. I'm not lazy in the slightest. I can be a procrastinator but that is usually only with studying and academia.
Honestly, when I hear parents talk about their kids being slobs or being lazy because of messy rooms I just think, "Really? Well, instead of just complaining about that what are they GOOD at?" They could be so preoccupied with drawing the perfect picture or writing an excellent story that to them organization is the least important.
People don't have to be filed and post it organized to lead a happy and healthy life. Some people need piles and some people need the clutter to really think. I do. I only clean my room when I know I have someone to impress because in our culture it is pounded into us that "organization is key." That is total bullshit. I know I'm not alone. So don't judge me based on my room or my wash/wear clothes. Judge me on my talent, my personality, the way I make you laugh, and the workaholic that I am. Really. It is all that matters.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Grandfather
For my advanced writing class I think I am writing my first personal narrative about my grandfather dying. I don't really know what I'm doing but it is turning out well. So well in fact that I am crying as I type everything that I just wrote long hand. I had to stop. I'm only on the third page of long hand. Ugh. I have so much to do.
An itch I can never stop scratching and a hole I'll never quite fill
Sometimes I feel like I'm being held back or being held down. Maybe by myself or maybe by someone else. I just feel like I'll never get "there." There being the name for my goals and dreams. They're really simple too. I want a family, kids, an okay job, and to write (possibly be published a few times). But sometimes I get in these moods that make me end up feeling worthless and useless and unwanted. And it takes all of my willpower not to runaway.
Because for all the times I've been made to feel good about myself. For all the times someone has loved me or loved my writing. There is at least 5 more liars who've gotten to me first. I've been let down and lied to for a long time. All I want to do is know what my life will be. So that it doesn't all seem pointless. This trying and working. I want snippets of a happy ending so that I just don't get sick of this movie-life half way through when things look tough. Turn it off.
Because for all the times I've been made to feel good about myself. For all the times someone has loved me or loved my writing. There is at least 5 more liars who've gotten to me first. I've been let down and lied to for a long time. All I want to do is know what my life will be. So that it doesn't all seem pointless. This trying and working. I want snippets of a happy ending so that I just don't get sick of this movie-life half way through when things look tough. Turn it off.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Creepy Story: Sea Oak
We have to read this short story for fiction writing class today. It is pretty strange. Well, read it for yourself maybe?
http://www.barcelonareview.com/20/e_gs.htm
Very weird, very weird.
http://www.barcelonareview.com/20/e_gs.htm
Very weird, very weird.
Lost Dream; Fell Asleep
If I could calculate these moments
Subtract them from the whole
I set them up into a formula
That could express a million words
No longer will it be labeled by days,
But instead by how much we could say.
Too many people think that love comes with time.
But I think love comes with voice,
Without the measurement of years.
I still hear your heart; if only in dreams
It comes in loud and beats by the edges of my head.
Same dream, every night, the same three words,
coming in, going on, and waking me up.
I look over to an empty bed and white wall; I fall back to sleep.
Subtract them from the whole
I set them up into a formula
That could express a million words
No longer will it be labeled by days,
But instead by how much we could say.
Too many people think that love comes with time.
But I think love comes with voice,
Without the measurement of years.
I still hear your heart; if only in dreams
It comes in loud and beats by the edges of my head.
Same dream, every night, the same three words,
coming in, going on, and waking me up.
I look over to an empty bed and white wall; I fall back to sleep.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Change
Today I was in advanced writing where we read these creative nonfiction essays and basically have class discussions over it. I sort of got into a little fight with a lumberjack looking bald guy with a sandy beard over the importance of a piece and its drama. He found the story with the action and literal death in it to be of more importance and more weight than the ones of subtle changes. "Because in the other ones," he said, "the descriptions at some points were lame."
I'm not saying death is not a weighty thing, I completely agree. But I was trying to convey to him that even the most subtle of changes can carry big meanings. For example, although the descriptions could be cheesy at points I loved the "Cloud Crossing" piece by Scott Russell Sanders the most. I love nature for one and I think clouds are very pretty. But the biggest theme in the story was definitely this "seize the day" concept. The piece starts with a man whom takes his 1 year old son out for a hike up a mountain when his wife had advised against it.
He relates it subtley to the period of time when they damned up the mahoning river and it covered the hiking trails he would go on as a kid - when he lost the ability to relive these things. He is basically giving his son a knock-off of the same memories he had.
This piece made me think of when I was very small, and although I can't remember it how my father used to carry me on his back by the train tracks that were still running by our house. That train is long gone now. Now it is an empty stretch of land that extends from Andover into Orwell and when I come back in 15 to 20 years to show my children where I grew up - that train track land might be a road with houses, a development, a bunch of buildings clumped together. Nature is temporary, Clouds, People, Moments, and also unfortunately the ability to share memories.
I'm not saying death is not a weighty thing, I completely agree. But I was trying to convey to him that even the most subtle of changes can carry big meanings. For example, although the descriptions could be cheesy at points I loved the "Cloud Crossing" piece by Scott Russell Sanders the most. I love nature for one and I think clouds are very pretty. But the biggest theme in the story was definitely this "seize the day" concept. The piece starts with a man whom takes his 1 year old son out for a hike up a mountain when his wife had advised against it.
He relates it subtley to the period of time when they damned up the mahoning river and it covered the hiking trails he would go on as a kid - when he lost the ability to relive these things. He is basically giving his son a knock-off of the same memories he had.
This piece made me think of when I was very small, and although I can't remember it how my father used to carry me on his back by the train tracks that were still running by our house. That train is long gone now. Now it is an empty stretch of land that extends from Andover into Orwell and when I come back in 15 to 20 years to show my children where I grew up - that train track land might be a road with houses, a development, a bunch of buildings clumped together. Nature is temporary, Clouds, People, Moments, and also unfortunately the ability to share memories.
Astrology, Birth Chart
Featured is my birthchart. As I am still trying to fully understand astrology and all the information for most of this is in my astrology book "the only astrology book you'll ever need," by Woolfolk, I will put no information on this except for this:"Holy hot damn I have a lot of scorpio."
A first blog is like a first message to someone you don't know over the internet. I've never really mastered either of these things so don't expect any masterpiece of blogging genius here. Not that I'm a blogging genius I'm just kind of there. I also forget to blog a lot. I also forget to blog about weighty or interesting events in my life. I also fail at interesting subjects and interesting titles/bodies. In fact after high school my blogging career was an epic fail. But on the other hand I do have many opinions on tons of things. In fact I could probably out opinion everyone I know based on my random and somewhat retarded ranting fits alone.
But here is my second attempt at blogging. At writing for all of the internet to see. At being something worth reading. At not being whiney or emotional to the point of being laughed at. At spelling words right and using inappropriate commas in horrible sentences. At being myself and sounding like me. At being visible, at being talented, at having a voice, and at, well, not failing.
But here is my second attempt at blogging. At writing for all of the internet to see. At being something worth reading. At not being whiney or emotional to the point of being laughed at. At spelling words right and using inappropriate commas in horrible sentences. At being myself and sounding like me. At being visible, at being talented, at having a voice, and at, well, not failing.
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