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Subtle Aesthetic

February 11, 2010

I got the title from a random phrase generator, because I am boring like that.

Where to begin, where to begin? I thought I posted last about a month ago. I saw that Daniel ( had put up a new post, and after reading it I decided to check out my own long-forgotten blog. To my surprise, I found that my last post was not even at the end of November. I had not even finished NaNoWriMo when I last posted, and that seems like three thousand years ago.

Well, I think I’m going to start posting again, if only for the entertainment and nostalgic factors I get from reading my past posts. I will be seventeen soon, only a couple of months from now, and seventeen is a whole lot older than sixteen, it seems. I just don’t want to miss out on being able to read this, years from now. I don’t want a whole chunk of my teenage-hood to be missing from documentation.

I have been on the computer way too much lately. It would be one thing if I were watching movies on it, or just listening to music while knitting, but instead it’s mostly just been a whole lot of browsing the internet. I feel like I haven’t accomplished much of anything. I have my knitting right next to me, because I am always aiming to watch a movie and knit whilst doing so, but instead I get distracted. In the end, it takes me three hours to watch a one-and-a-half hour movie, and that annoys me.

I’m knitting a nice green wool sweater, and I started it nine days ago, and yet I’m not even halfway done. If I had been knitting with all of these snows days we’ve been having, rather than becoming distracted every five minutes, I could be done with it by now.

I’ve found that I have unfortunately been a lot moodier lately. Also, I’ve stayed angry with family members for longer than I used to. Maybe I’m turning into more of a teenager? Other than that, the getting upset with family thing, I still don’t feel like I’m sixteen… or a junior in high school. It’s so weird to think that.

In the past few days, however, I did manage to watch two really great movies. They are “Wristcutters: A Love Story” and “Running with Scissors.” Both were very powerful, though it sounds so stupid to say that. Really, they were. They made me think, and they made me laugh and almost cry. A good movie to me is one that makes me feel something, and they did just that.  I read the book Running with Scissors a long while ago (I’d like to re-read it soon), which is good because I could tell it was a lot different from the movie, that they left a lot out in the movie, but I couldn’t remember all the details so it didn’t upset me too much.

Yesterday my sister Clara found my old phone charger, so I can use it again. It’s a little silver one that, if I put it on the floor before somebody calls, will dance by spinning around. It’s pretty great. I was using one of Clara’s six (seven?) phones since my littlest sister Zinnia broke the flippy cover off mine. Clara buys a new phone every few months. It’s kind of ridiculous, but I’m the same way with books, so I guess I can’t say anything. Except, I buy loads of books that I never end up reading, that I hope to read sometime in my life. It reminds me of Alaska in the book Looking for Alaska, because she had a room with so many books in it, and everybody would always ask her if she had read all of them.  She would tell them that they were the books she hoped to one day read.   Not reading very much at all, though, is going to change, hopefully soon.  In middle school, I used to check out a book from the school library at the end of every day, and I would just about always finish it, ready to return it the following day.

Another thing I need to do more is go places with friends.  I haven’t gone somewhere out of school hours with a friend (other than Wednesday Club and Dungeons and Dragons) in I don’t know how long.  It’s been awhile, though.  Rachel and I keep planning sleepovers, but they never go through in the end, mostly because of weather issues.

It’s been snowing a lot lately.  I’ve spent more time shoveling snow the last two weeks than I have hanging out with friends.  That’s awful to me.

I received my SAT scores online today.  I got a 1760.  My mother says that’s pretty good for the first time taking it, but I’m not that happy about it.  I could have done a lot better.  The worst part is that I got a 6/12 on the essay, and my essays are usually so premium.  I wish I could see how they graded it more specifically, and see where I went wrong.  I didn’t think it was a masterpiece, but it really wasn’t THAT bad.

I am going to go now.  Clara also found my Ipod charger yesterday, which has been lost for ages and ages, and I need to put some more songs on it.  Does anybody have any recommendations, particularly of folksy music or foreign music?  It’s funny, because I either like music where I can’t understand the words because they’re in a different language, or where the words can be heard as clear as day, with little instrumental music.

And I and I

June 11, 2009

Today I finished William Shatner’s autobiography. It left me with a happy full feeling down to the tips of my toes, even if the ending was less than thrilling.

Today I read The Monsters From Templeton under the cozy covers in my bed in the cold cold room.

Today I dissected a frog in Biology and it reminded me greatly of Superman.

Today I thought I missed my bus and was driven to school; we passed the bus on the way.

Today I was unexpectedly greeted by the Spock toy’s “Live long and prosper” in the quietest moments of each of my classes.

Today I did not learn to fly or wrestle an alligator, and I would like to think that I did not rain on anybody’s parade.

Today I did, however, experience the excitement and anticipation of tomorrow and the following days for many years.

And that is all I have to say, for now. As yesterday found me, I have some more reading to do.

EDIT: In case you were wondering, I am now going to be reading All I Really Need to Know I Learned From Watching Star Trek, then on to Look me in the Eye, and then on to another Star Trek book. I figure switching off with the Star Trek books will prevent me from boring of it all. Though that seems impossible at the moment, I am sure it is very much possible, as when I once read every Goosebumps book in my elementary school library (and believe me, there were many).

So there’s this album

June 10, 2009

called “Spaced Out: The Best of Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner,” and I am going to buy it. It is the best thing ever.

In other news, I now have many new books to read. Twelve, to be exact. These include six relating to Star Trek as well as Look Me in the Eye: My Life with Asperger’s, a book by Augusten Burroughs’ older brother. (you remember when I was on that Augusten Burroughs kick, right?) I heard about it from Daniel’s blog, and then I saw it at the library and had to check it out. The other book I checked out is about the fabulous Francis Crick, who aided in discovering DNA. Also, Daniel is lending me a book called The Monsters of Templeton.

I have now begun reading William Shatner’s autobiography first off, and it is absolutely hilarious. I can’t help but laugh while reading it, especially the bit at the beginning when Shatner notes that DeForest Kelley, who plays McCoy, spelled his name wrong in cement on his Hollywood square, and in fact took up four squares rather than one square like Shatner and Nimoy. Shatner describes the incident as giving new meaning to McCoy’s quote, “I’m a doctor, not a bricklayer!”

Hilarious, completely hilarious.

I know I haven’t said much, but goodbye now. I have some reading to do…

And then there were seventy-three billion.

May 14, 2009

I expected this afternoon to be relaxing and a marvelous break from the absolute haywire and business of the week thus far. I should have known better than to expect such a thing, as it turned out rather the opposite. Nevertheless, I did have a chance, after much interruptions, to watch Sybil, a movie from the seventies about a woman with Multiple Personality Disorder, caused by her horrible childhood. I don’t know what to say about other than that it made me very angry at certaint types of people and profoundly sympathetic towards others. I suppose that is what that sort of movie does to everybody. And what do you know, it’s based on a true story (though there has been some controversy surrounding the truth behind it).

Tomorrow, rain or shine, will be my birthday party. “It shall be fun,” she said, and it was so.

I also finished watching The Stepford Wives today. That, too, was as good and possibly better than I had even hoped it would be, although it did sort of ruin it for me that I’d seen the ending portrayed on a variety of “best movie moments” televisions shows beforehand, so I knew what would happen.

Today in Guitar class we had a substitute. Sarah and I played cards more or less the whole time, and then near the end a girl named Emily joined in and then even closer to the end of class a boy named Westley joined in as well. Though these card games were very fun indeed, this is not the point I am getting to. The point I am getting to is afterwards, after class, when Sarah and I walked out of the classroom and Westley followed close behind. Here is the conversation that went on between Westley and I which left me not angry but instead confused. It strongly reminded me of a similar experience (though much more hurtful in her case) that happened to Rachel recently.

Anyway, I shall be called H and Westley shall be called W. Please ignore my awkward, brief answers. My social skills have much to learn.

W: You like to knit, right?

H: Yes.

W: I’ve been wanting to learn to knit. I can sew. I sewed a tote bag the other day, out of fabric.

H: That’s neat.

(this is when Sarah chimed in that I knit really awesome things, and even knitted a bag out of plastic bags.)

H: I’ll bring in one of the bags tomorrow.

W: Okay. (long pause, and then everything comes out in a rush) People say you’re weird, like, you know, when you wore that crossword shirt and everybody was looking at it, but I think you’re cool.

H: (silence)

This was coming from the boy who mentioned at least half a dozen times in ten minutes that he was going to have Ledo’s pizza for dinner and oh how he loves Ledo’s pizza and blah blah blah.

I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be sympathetic towards me, trying to make me feel better for something I had no cares towards, or if he was trying to hurt my feelings but then changed his mind, or what, but it was so strange… I mean, I’ve never really expected that people think I’m “normal,” but it’s still odd to hear my non-average-ness blurted out there in the open. I almost feel like thanking him, for being truthful, and also for telling me a little bit about what others think of me when I’ve always kind of wondered what people say about me behind my back. It was also strange, though, because I’ve never said more than two words to the boy. He’s the freshman that always eats and drinks and falls asleep in class, prompting yells and scoldings from the teacher. He always seems so round and jolly and chipper that I really don’t know what to think.

Anyway, he’s not a bit like the Westley from The Princess Bride, which I finished re-reading today.

And on that rebellious note, I leave you. I may or may not post tomorrow, depending on what time permits me what with the party and all.

So goodbye for an indeterminable amount of time.

Well, whatever. I don’t know…

“We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard.” -Voltaire

May 13, 2009

So I spent the entire evening cleaning the sunroom, making it perfectly squeaky clean to ready it for my birthday party. It is on Friday.

Before that, as like every middle-of-the-week, I went to Wednesday Club. It was very much a repeat of a past Wednesday Club, in that we got miniature Ben and Jerry’s ice creams and ate them outside. The only difference was a few of the people, that and the fact that we have changed so much since then. That day was June 25th, 2008. So many days separate then from now, so many new memories and so much new knowledge.

Sorry, I’m becoming nostalgic once again. I guess it comes with the territory of this age, not-long-after-sixteen, when seventeen seems so far away and eighteen is absolutely unimaginable.

Anyway, after the ice cream extravaganza Courtney threw Valerie’s vitamin water across the walkway and it burst open, spilling its contents completely. Not long after, Courtney and I went inside, where we stayed for the remainder of the time. I’m not sure where the others ended up.

Inside, both of us did our homework, and then I went off in search of new books. I ended up getting nine, I believe, and all seem to be fantastic in each and every way. One of them is by the same author as The Stepford Wives, Ira Levin, and one is about Einstein, another about politically correct versions of popular fairy tales, and all in all I wish I could begin reading them all at once, though that, of course, would not be practical.

I also checked out two new movies, to be added to my lengthy list of movies I need to finish. Actually, there aren’t that many on the list. Never mind. I almost finished watching The Stepford Wives today while cleaning the sunroom, and tomorrow I shall try and finish Twilight Zone: The Movie, and then I will watch the new movies, Sybil and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

I am rather far in with re-reading The Princess Bride, which is even more excellent than I remember it. I really hope to re-watch the movie just as soon as I can. I’m beginning to forget which bits of the book are in the movie and vice versa.

Well, a new night of sleep is upon us and a new day will soon follow, so I must bid you brief farewells in the least lengthy fashion possible.

(how do you feel about redundant goodbyes such as the above?)

Oh, and still nobody’s won the three hundredth post contest yet. Keep commenting, and perhaps YOU shall be the victor!

P.S. And I forgot to mention that my bangs were trimmed tonight! That always leaves me with such a crisp, green-apple-like feeling.

BEDA Installment Twenty-Seven: In which the weather contributes to an overabundance of homework

April 27, 2009

It was hot yesterday and the day before. I’ve mentioned that, many times, in fact. What I have not mentioned, however, is that this heat has had an unfortunate consquence on my school workload. It was inevitable, I suppose. Of course the teachers would want to add to the horrifyingly bad weather with a storm of work. I have received more work today than the whole of the work I have received for over a week of the recent past days. Not only did I get a large amount of math problems (never fun), but my Biology teacher also gave us a humongous project involving creating a colossal brochure (twenty-six inches by thirty-two inches) featuring a tour of the human systems. Think The Magic School Bus, but with ten times the vocabulary and information, swarming at you like a speeding silver bullet. This is even what with the brochure being a group project, a group OF THREE project. I’ve been working on it all for ages and I’m still not an ounce of the pound done.

Still, regardless of the above, I am in a positively splendid mood. There are only two days until my birthday, just in case I haven’t stressed the date enough (I know I’ve done that overly so). My nerves are all atingle with the prospect of turning SIXTEEN. Four years and I’ll be twenty. That’s TWO DECADES OLD.

Tomorrow I’m going to the library with Courtney. She asked if I wanted to go BEFORE I EVEN ASKED HER about it, which I was meaning to since I won’t be going on Wednesday (because of MY BIRTHDAY!!! sorry… I’m still elated). I have books to return!

Speaking of books, I’m pretty far in with A Girl named Zippy. It’s moderately good, and lighthearted, always a plus.

Grr, I feel like the hot weather is spoiling my last BEDA posts, turning them into MUSH.

I AM practically done witht my second plastic bag bag.

And now, and now, and now, I bid you farewell. Sorry about being so boring. I’ll try really hard to remember to write some stuff down during Photography. That’s bound to be more interesting than what I’m writing in this stove-like state.

Question Twenty-seven: If you had a balloon right now, what color would you want it to be?

EDIT: One of my BEDA buddies, Katie ( proposed a challenge (with a prize!) for our “group” of BEDA buddies. This involves creating a fake band name, album cover, and whatever else and including it in either today’s or tomorrow’s post. I just made mine, and here it is!!!:

“Teeny Koala Philosophies” is an anagram of our names (Katie, Hope, Allyson, Sophie).

BEDA Installment Twenty-Six: The day flew by like a wayward balloon

April 26, 2009

Today went by quick. I mean, technically it’s not over yet, as it’s 5:07 pm at this very moment, but still. It’s practically over. I went to Costco and Target earlier, and in a little while I’ll be going to the grocery store with my father.

Other than that, I did knit a little bit, and I also watched most of the newest episode of Dollhouse, compliments of Hulu, which really is one of the greatest websites ever.

Right now I’m eating dried mangoes, which are surprisingly good.

Last light I finished reading Bliss. It was pretty good, but it freaked me out and that, coupled with the fact that our house has recently turned into a boiler room, made it hard for me to get to sleep. Eventually I fell asleep while complaining about the heat in my mind.

In the middle of the night, apparently, I started yelling at somebody in my sleep. I actually vaguely remember it, though I’m not sure what I said.

There are only three days until my birthday! I’m wicked excited for it (see, I didn’t say ‘crazy excited’ or ‘super excited!’ my words are varying!). That, and also for the party, which will be a week or two afterwards. Speaking of which, I need to get invitations together.

Ooh, there are two more episodes of Twilight Zone recorded for me to watch. I need to remember that.

This weekend went by SO fast. I just realized that. I guess it’s because I was busy during it, whereas usually I just lie around the house doing nothing much at all.

UGH, it is SO HOT IN HERE! Hank Green’s “It’s Too Hot” immediately comes to mind and has been going through my head repeatedly for days now.

It’s so hard to think when it’s 90.3 degrees! (I just checked the weather online, and it is so)

Sorry I can’t think of anything intelligible to say. To make up for that, I will put some interesting pictures below:

Goodbye now!

Question Twenty-six: What is your favorite kitchen appliance?

BEDA Installment Twenty-Two: A Snippet at School and the Middle of the Week

April 22, 2009

Firstly, let’s start off with scanned notebook paper full of words! I wrote some of this post during Photography. You’ll probably have to view the URL below each of them to be able to read it all.

I’m actually pretty surprised at how well they scanned onto the computer. I keep expecting to reach out and pull a sheet off the monitor.

As Daniel pointed out, Wednesday Club today was the best it’s been in awhile. It’s always fun, of course, but today it was interesting as well. A guy named Connor was there most of the time, and he was one of the most hilarious people I’ve ever met. He told Daniel, Eleanor, Danya, and I a story about chopping off his thumb with a fish tank thermometer in elementary school, and I could completely imagine him writing a bestselling memoir in the league of Augusten Burroughs. I would read it. He had this really great way of telling stories that was extremely interesting, funny, and insightful.

I got back a quiz grade today in PreCalc, and to my utter shock and happiness I passed it! No, I did more than pass. I ACED it. 93%, for serious! That’s the highest grade I’ve gotten on a math quiz all year, and the only passing one that I know of.

I took pictures for the perspective project for photography today, at Giant. I think they’ll turn out well, especially the one looking up at a trio of gnomes.

After this post, I will do my math homework and then read. I checked out four new books today, including Suite Scarlett, Magical Thinking, The Torturer’s Apprentice, and another one that’s escaped my mind, even though I haven’t finished all of the other books I checked out. But, what the hey, I have less than two left to read and there’s no way It’ll take me until next Wednesday to do so.

Well, well, well, I must be off. There are fish to fry.

In final news, I found a fly swatter at Giant today. I bought it. It is purple. It may not seem like something difficult to find, but I’ve been searching everywhere for fly swatters for a long time, almost a year.


BEDA Installment Eight: What did I do so far today?

April 8, 2009

I know that’s some kind of awful of an excuse for an interesting title, but you’ll have to excuse me for that bit of informality, as I’m more or less far too excited to post properly, as is evident by this neverending run-on sentence.

The source of this excitement is the Gene Wilder party, which, after many cancellations and non-cancellations, will be tonight! 

There was a bit of a scare earlier, when our computer became overloaded and stopped working.  I was sure I would fail BEDA, not even a third of the way through it, and was very disappointed in myself, even thought it wouldn’t have been my fault.

So, before I jinx it all– I read.  All day so far.  Actually, I did begin to watch more of Clean Slate, but after less than two minutes I stopped and came in here to write this.  What did I read?  More Augusten Burroughs, of course, in the form of the entirety of Possible Side Effects.  In the way that Wolf at the Table was more about Augusten’s father, this was more about his mother.  I can’t decide which I like better, though I definitely laughed out loud more while reading Possible Side Effects.  It was generally more lighthearted, anyway.

Besides reading, really all I did was a teensy bit of knitting, attempting to make a very long scarf but stopping and frogging it before it became so.

Now, since I have exhausted my list of topics (what I did today) with not even three hundred words under my belt, I am going to tell a story, a story from when I was young, if I can think of one…

For a short time, maybe months or maybe a year or two at the most, I shared a bedroom with my older brother, Jake.  We had bunkbeds.  He was on the bottom bunk, and I was on the top bunk.  Every so often, we would play a game before going to sleep, each of us in our respective locations, which involved throwing a stuffed animal up into my bed, then back down into his, and so on, in a circular motion.  It sounds so simple, nowadays, but back then I loved it so much.  Another game we played before bed, somewhat similar, was where Jake would try and pull my sheets down into his bunk, with me trying to roll up in them so he couldn’t.

When it came time for Jake to move upstairs into the newly remodeled attic, and time for my sister, Clara, to move into the room with me, I took my new position in the bottom bunk and she my old position in the top bunk.  Unfortunately, from then on bedtime was not nearly as fun.  Although, I did notice that there were an awful lot of stuffed animals between the bed and the wall.  Hmm…

Hey, did you know that there are 44,100,100 links that come up when one googles ‘twenty-five?’

Also, it is quite interesting to search your birthdate on Wikipedia.  On my birthday, in 1980, Alfred Hitchcock died.  So did Albert Hoffman, in 2008, the first known person to synthesize and ingest LSD.

Oh, joy of joys.

Well, I now need to shower and pack for the party, so I bid you farewell.  I’ll have lots to talk about tomorrow, once the party has ended and I am tired but full of new memories.

Question Eight:  What is a memory you have from a party you once went to?

BEDA Installment Seven: What’s with kids these days?

April 8, 2009

It’s not the kids’ faults, I guess: it’s the changing times, so different from even less than a century ago, even much more different from ten years ago.

What is going on here, you ask? Why do your sentences no longer make sense and where did all of this talk come from? Well, I read The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid, by Bill Bryson, this afternoon.  It’s a memoir (of course) of Bill Bryson, mainly about his childhood, growing up in the 1950s, which were the happiest times in the history of America, or so he says, and so I believe, and so it seems they honestly and truly were.  I’m guessing I shouldn’t have even thought about reading a book so chocked full of nostalgia when I already feel it so often, but I did, so sue me, and I loved it.  I wish I had so many deliriously simple and happy childhood memories.

I’m going to attempt to not dwell on any of it right now, so on to other matters.

I read about a third of Franny and Zooey, by J.D. Salinger, which means I’m done with Franny and not that far through with Zooey.  I actually am quite enjoying this book/these books as well, especially the style of writing, which is jumpy and yet, paradoxically, constantly on safe and steady ground.

I watched the very beginning of a movie on On Demand today, titled Clean Slate.  It’s about a guy who has a form of amnesia that causes him to forget everything once he goes to sleep.  At some unidentified date, he made a tape recording that explains his condition and tells everything he may need to know about himself to listen to when he inevitably loses his memory once more.  Also, his tape-recorded voice tells him to record everything that happens that day so as to listen to it the next day and therefore retain some memory, at least temporarily.  It is very interesting.

Well, it is getting to be rather late and I don’t want to stray too far off of my sleeping schedule (I didn’t mention that it’s Spring Break now, did I?  it started today, or officially tomorrow, I suppose).  Also, I might possibly be going to a GENE WILDER PARTY TOMORROW (!!!) so I truly do need some sleep.

Enough jibber-jabbering about sleeping when I really should be currently doing so.  Good night, all!

Question Seven: Why the long face?  A little hoarse, are you?

P.S. I apologize for such a horribly short post– I’ll try not to make it a habit in the future.