Saturday DO is a thing that Free People do each week. This week, it’s about writing and it’s really good. I don’t know how to reblog it or I would. The link above should take you to it.
Hello! Have you missed me? I’ve missed you.
So here’s the story. I’m away from home for a while and so I have no internet. “But that’s fine,” rational me says, “because I’ll have a computer just as soon as I get home.” Yeah.
As it turns out, my lovely laptop (or Lulu, as I call her) has picked up a bug in my absence. So now, I’m without a computer. “Don’t panic,” says my rational self, “you can use the computers at the library.”
My last post was written at the library. I discovered that library computers only provide 15 minutes of use to users. Believe me when I tell you that writing a post in 15 minutes is harder than it sounds. You have to throw grammar and spelling to the wind in order to have enough time to even partially develop a topic. Plus, you have to add in time for logging in and out.
I was telling my sister about this today, and she turns to me. “You’re an idiot, you know,” she says matter of factly, “a smart idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “Well, I have a netbook. You can borrow it if you really need it so badly.”
And that is the story of why I have been MIA.
I’m finally caught up in Doctor Who. (Well, I haven’t sen any of season 6, but because that season is still ongoing it doesn’t count.) My thoughts…with as few spoilers as possible:
- David Tennant was THE Doctor
- Matt Smith is not bad, though
- I love Amy
- I still wish the real Doctor was with Rose
- The Ood are my favorite aliens
- The Angels are not as scary the second time
- I only liked Donna right near the end
- How did Martha end up with Micky and what happened to her fiancee?
- I was hoping that Donna would end up with the guy from the library
- Wilf was awesome
- I liked the Master, but not the episodes he was in
- I’m not a fan of River Song
And that is the reason i haven’t been blogging! Bye!
In and out our breathe
Goes out, gently soft and true
Like butterfly wings it flies
Feeling it, I am aware
Of being alive now
Watched”R2-D2: Inside the Dome”. Checked tumblr. Started wading through my clothes in a effort to get rid of all the stuff I’ve outgrown. Went school supply shopping. Got sunglasses. Watched “Paris When It Sizzles”. Walked dog. Ate cupcakes.
Today has been a day.
Only BEDA could convince me to actually publish this post.
Now before I get going on this, I should preface: I have some spectacular friends! There are times I get depressed or discouraged. I have days where I truly feel alone in the world. But the truth is, I have friends by me the whole time. So, know my opinion on this subject is beyond biased.
According to Dictionary.com, friendship is synonymous with harmony, accord, understanding, and rapport. Calling someone your friend implies they’re someone you are intimate with and loyal to.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot, mostly because of Facebook. I have hundreds of “friends” on Facebook. But how many of them are people that I would call if something was wrong or would trust with a secret? Honestly, maybe 15 and even that might be stretching it.
Our world is one in which the word “friend” has replaced acquittance. If we’ve met a person more than once, have their number in our phone, or have contacted them online, we consider them a friend. And shoot me, but I don’t think that’s what friendship is.
My personal definition of a friend is a person that’s fun to be around, that you can’t relate to, and that “gets” you. You don’t have to behave proper. You can be yourself around them. They’ve got your back and you’ve got theirs. And somehow, in your own quirky way, being around them makes you better. You’re more “you” than you are around other people.
Does this mean that I believe that there is such a thing as a perfect friendship? Nope, and I’ll tell you why. Because there are no perfect people and that’s all a friendship is really. It’s two people. Or more 🙂
I want fairy tales to be real. I want danger and adventures that turn out well in the end. I want good to always triumph over evil. I want true love to exist. I want valor to be encouraged and cowardice frowned upon. I want happy endings. I want truth. I want sincerity.
I want to live in a world where people see evil for what it is and do their best to deal with it. I want tears to count for something. I want to know that when people pour themselves out, they won’t have their hearts trampled upon by a world that doesn’t understand. I want beauty. I want clarity.
I want something that can never exist.
Guys, I wanted to do BEDA 2. I mean, I really REALLY wanted to do BEDA 2. But stuff happens. Stuff like being e-mailed last minute by a college asking if you want to do a soccer clinic. Stuff like going to a soccer practice where everyone randomly breaks into two teams for capture the flag. Stuff like watching a close friend get baptized. Stuff like playing Twister with my siblings and realizing I’ll be leaving home all too soon. Stuff.
So, yep. There goes that goal 😛
I’ve been traveling without an internet connection so when I got home, I was shocked to learn about what’s going on in London. The sad thing is, this isn’t the only riot. Riots in the Middle East and Europe have been the big news this year.
I found an interesting post on Tumblr about this issue. (Remember, it’s Tumblr so take it with a grain of salt):
“As political and social protests grip the Middle East, are growing in Europe and a riot exploded in north London this weekend, here’s a sad truth, expressed by a Londoner when asked by a television reporter: Is rioting the correct way to express your discontent? “Yes,” said the young man. “You wouldn’t be talking to me now if we didn’t riot, would you?”
The TV reporter from Britain’s ITV had no response. So the young man pressed his advantage. “Two months ago we marched to Scotland Yard, more than 2,000 of us, all blacks, and it was peaceful and calm and you know what? Not a word in the press. Last night a bit of rioting and looting and look around you.”
The truth is that discontent has been simmering among Britain’s urban poor for years, and few have paid attention. Social activists say one out of two children in Tottenham live in poverty. It’s one of the poorest areas of Britain. Britain’s worst riots in decades took place here in 1985. A policeman was hacked to death. After these riots, the same young man pointed out, “They built us a swimming pool.””
Do I agree that violence is the correct answer? No. But the people of my generation are paying attention to the times. A peaceful demonstration does nothing for ratings. Broadcasting a riot does, though.
Please let me know how you feel about all this!
Hi there! So, here’s the thing about BEDA 2: I’m doing it, but not really. There are at least three days this month where I will have no internet whatsoever. So, with the exception of those three, I plan to blog everyday.
I’m such a Doctor Who fangirl. I liked the show before, but now that I’ve seen almost all of season 4 (I’m so close to being caught up!), I feel like I have more of a right to it. I don’t know if that makes any sense. My goal is to caught up by the time part 2 of season 6 comes out, or August 27.
Another plus about getting caught up is that Chameleon Circuit songs make much more sense. Chameleon Circuit is a trock (time lord rock) band and they’re good. I mean, they’re so good you really don’t need to know anything about Doctor Who in order to appreciate how good they are. But knowing all the little references , or almost all, is so cool!
And guys, I saw Blink! It was as epic as everyone says. It truly was. I think it’s probably my favorite so far. The Angels are so scary. They are tied with the Vashta Nerada as the scariest villain of the series. Actually, I think that the Weeping Angels are a bit more scary in and of themselves but since they don’t actually kill… I’m torn.
I promise to write a post tomorrow that is not about the Doctor.
“So what do I wish for? Something I’m not sure I want? Someone I’m not sure I need? Or someone I know I can’t have?”
You may remember that I promised you a review of “Anna and the French Kiss” a long time ago. Here it is. Sorry!
Boy meets Girl. Boy and Girl fall in love. And, despite everything thrown in their way, Boy and Girl are able to be together in the end. This is the typical plot of a young adult romance book. It’s predictable and more than a little clichéd. So, it can be a bit of a challenge for a writer to take this concept and breathe new life into it.
Stephanie Perkins manages this challenge quite well. Anna and the French Kiss is a story about a girl transplanted from Atlanta, Georgia to Paris, France for her senior year of high school. Her parents are divorced, and her wealthy novelist father has decided that a year at a boarding school is just what Anna needs before heading off to college. Anna isn’t so sure. After being befriended by an eclectic group of boarding school veterans, though, Anna feels like she may have found a place to belong. And where she belongs is with St. Clair, a “English French American Boy Masterpiece.”
Of course there’s a problem. Although St. Clair and Anna are friends, he has a girlfriend and she has a boy she’s sort of interested in at home. But as things become more complicated between the two of them, Anna is forced to question what she really wants.
The book was good but did border on cheesy at times. However, as much as I loved the romance, my favorite part was Anna. She was a narrator that I felt connected to. Her experiences were raw, real, and poignant. Another thing that made this book special was the way the author wrote about Paris. It was real Paris, not the way it looks in guidebooks, but it still retained its magic.
So that’s that.