.. is a beautiful thing.
And I love movies like Fried Green Tomatoes, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, and The Secret Life of Bees that remind me of that. Unfortunately, while reflecting on what exactly defines a southern girl, I realized that even the most expert lexicographer (Google it; play Pac-Man while you're at it) would have a problem answering that.
See, when I think of the (typical) south today, I can't help but to picture overly-obnoxious cheerleader girls wearing Auburn face-paint and carrying around silly polka-dot purses from their nearest "bow-teeque." And this seriously conflicts with the mental picture of a strong, fiery steel magnolia reigning from the Bible Belt, facing adversity without a fear in the world.
I can't help but be frustrated by how that ideal has become outdated. I would never hesitate to say that my mother is undeniably a southern belle. She's taught me every damned thing I know. But the girls of today? They make me sad.
On another note, today was my last Friday as a middle-schooler, and I spent it here, at home. Yesterday, I had double gym, so I spent sixth period with the Kids. Actually, we, the girls, were separated and sat outside on the bleachers, while the guys stayed inside and played basketball (or tetherball). So naturally we snuck inside when nobody was looking (the computer teacher saw, but she didn't care; she was hoola-hooping), but we did eventually get caught.. ten minutes before the bell rang.
While we were in there, this guy I never talk to (I'll call him Violet, because his hair looks purple) who my elementary school best friend was leaning on (I shall call her Had) happened to remember my name, and then told me, "Your yearbook picture was really nice. Everybody else's was.. but yours looked good." Had agreed. It made my day.
Speaking of yearbooks, we got ours Wednesday.. they're horrible. They really are. I can't even believe the Yearbook Staff didn't put more effort into it. All of them are eighth graders, so you'd think they'd give a damn about their last yearbook. And the paper they used for the inside front/back pages? Silver. Fucking silver. All the signatures faded. It was like using disappearing ink. I'm seriously disappointed with the end of this year.. I thought there'd be more fanfare than this.
I completely forgot Tuesday. Sorry. I didn't go to school Monday, and I was completely siked for Wednesday due to the yearbooks, so it just sort of blended in.
Tomorrow night I'm going to Sugar's party, but that's not her name. I just like the idea of codenames. I'm dragging Jonesy with me, too. Christ. I haven't seen him in over half a year, but he's pretty much my brother in every sense.
Next week is our last week of school. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Thursday, get out at 1 PM. And then I shall relax for a few days, because I hurt like a bitch. Actually, I'm really tired even now. So.. night.
5.21.2010
5.18.2010
VIEWS ON: Blog2Print
Oh my god.
This is so brilliant.
I'm lovin' this. Totally. The only thing I've seen about it that I don't like is that you have to choose a pre-made book cover. Still, though. It's amazing. I wonder what the inner layout looks like? Like the printed comments?
And you know what else? You can legally resale your copies of your blog-book, as long as you don't mention anything copyrighted in your entries. I FIND THIS SO AWESOME.
If this blog picks up, as in actually gathering followers, I might eventually print a book. I still have all of my older posts saved - from last year - but that's an old chapter, and a really shitty one at that. I just think this is so amazing.
This is so brilliant.
To continue Blogger's 10th anniversary celebration, I’m delighted to announce that Blog2Print has now partnered with Blogger. Blog2Print lets you publish some or all of your posts and photos as a professionally-printed, full-color book. Since 2007, thousands of Blogger users have become Blog2Print fans, using our easy and quick service to save and share all their favorite writings with friends and family or to keep a hard-copy version of their work. You can make books by season, by year, by event or even by theme, and you can choose from soft cover or hard cover versions of your book.
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I'm lovin' this. Totally. The only thing I've seen about it that I don't like is that you have to choose a pre-made book cover. Still, though. It's amazing. I wonder what the inner layout looks like? Like the printed comments?
And you know what else? You can legally resale your copies of your blog-book, as long as you don't mention anything copyrighted in your entries. I FIND THIS SO AWESOME.
If this blog picks up, as in actually gathering followers, I might eventually print a book. I still have all of my older posts saved - from last year - but that's an old chapter, and a really shitty one at that. I just think this is so amazing.
5.17.2010
DAY 5: The Con
Oh, man. I love how my writing mojo just completely vanished.
Let's start off with Saturday? Not that I did much. In fact, I did a lot of lazing about this entire weekend. At least, physically. I came up with buttloads of ideas that I've already started putting in place.
For instance, I let my online life sort of go down the gutter. Ouch. So.. I'm going to start by posting to here and Twitter daily, and then start gussying up my old deviantART. Oh man, I totally stopped uploading art. So, yeah, I gotta do that.
And.. today I'm just sort of exhausted. I'd love to talk more, but I can't think at all. Sorry.
Enjoy iScribble art, kay.
Let's start off with Saturday? Not that I did much. In fact, I did a lot of lazing about this entire weekend. At least, physically. I came up with buttloads of ideas that I've already started putting in place.
For instance, I let my online life sort of go down the gutter. Ouch. So.. I'm going to start by posting to here and Twitter daily, and then start gussying up my old deviantART. Oh man, I totally stopped uploading art. So, yeah, I gotta do that.
And.. today I'm just sort of exhausted. I'd love to talk more, but I can't think at all. Sorry.
Enjoy iScribble art, kay.
5.14.2010
LESSON ONE: Letting Go
The first step in achieving absolute enlightenment through the Why Not Philosophy is to let go.
This, unfortunately, can take a while.
Take, for instance, my situation - or, if you'd rather, situations. For exactly 1.5 non-consecutive years, I have been hopeless. How do I figure that? Well, for some inexplicable reason, every November for the past three years, my heart has been "broken." And then every following May, I finally got over myself. Really, I can't explain this. It's just how the dice rolls.
BUT NOT ANYMORE.
See, I've now devoted myself to a lifestyle of not giving a fuck. This leaves me free to care about more important things, like myself. I realized recently that some of my favorite characters are the ones who do what they need to, and don't linger around waiting for things to turn in their favor: they MAKE them turn in their favor.
Thus I've come to the conclusion: I must make my choices based not on how it will affect others, but on whether it will better my own situation or not; and in turn, this allows me to remain pleasantly free - because if I should feel the need to change direction, I won't have to worry about inflicting emotional pain; and therefore will be able to let go much, much more easily.
And as for the letting go itself - why is it so important? Picture an ocean; you've got weights tied to your legs. Tell me. How do you plan on swimming up for air without untying yourself first?
Exactly.
In my experience, I have always resigned myself to waiting around patiently for that breaking point, the point where you finally realize you're better than this. And it's always come. Sometimes sooner. Sometimes later. (Always in May.) And what I love so much about that it the feeling of release and a new start.
But what some people need is something else. A push, from themselves. Some people have to throw away everything that reminds them of what they left behind and cut faces out of photos, or they burn diaries, etc. etc. I can't tell you what you need. You find that out on your own.
But, by God, it's so worth it.
This, unfortunately, can take a while.
Take, for instance, my situation - or, if you'd rather, situations. For exactly 1.5 non-consecutive years, I have been hopeless. How do I figure that? Well, for some inexplicable reason, every November for the past three years, my heart has been "broken." And then every following May, I finally got over myself. Really, I can't explain this. It's just how the dice rolls.
BUT NOT ANYMORE.
See, I've now devoted myself to a lifestyle of not giving a fuck. This leaves me free to care about more important things, like myself. I realized recently that some of my favorite characters are the ones who do what they need to, and don't linger around waiting for things to turn in their favor: they MAKE them turn in their favor.
Thus I've come to the conclusion: I must make my choices based not on how it will affect others, but on whether it will better my own situation or not; and in turn, this allows me to remain pleasantly free - because if I should feel the need to change direction, I won't have to worry about inflicting emotional pain; and therefore will be able to let go much, much more easily.
And as for the letting go itself - why is it so important? Picture an ocean; you've got weights tied to your legs. Tell me. How do you plan on swimming up for air without untying yourself first?
Exactly.
In my experience, I have always resigned myself to waiting around patiently for that breaking point, the point where you finally realize you're better than this. And it's always come. Sometimes sooner. Sometimes later. (Always in May.) And what I love so much about that it the feeling of release and a new start.
But what some people need is something else. A push, from themselves. Some people have to throw away everything that reminds them of what they left behind and cut faces out of photos, or they burn diaries, etc. etc. I can't tell you what you need. You find that out on your own.
But, by God, it's so worth it.
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