Kitty Cat opinions, and more Buttersafe!

Okay, so I posted the urls here, then left for a week or whichever to ferment and age. Now, I've finally decided to go back to this blog. It's so weird, how I started the blog with gusto I guess, and now it's like, once every two weeks or so? Actually, I guess this is important to note, because I guess I'm one of those people who can start a project but not end it.

....Weird I didn't notice it until now...

So anyways, I saw a video you'll see here, called "how to deactivate a cat" or whichever, and I have to say, the comments were annoying for me to read, because there were some people who was talking about how the cat was being abused, etc, but I feel like the cat was just fine, never in harms way, etc. *shrug* I mean, experts are experts, right? *shruggo again*

Also, I found another funny comic on Buttersafe, and described it verbally to my mom across the room, and she thought it was funny, so I'm kinda proud I was able to translate the hilarity of the comic found here.




Alright. fast forwarding to now....

I restarted Blue Mystery Dungeon, and finished it, and it was reeeeeeally good. The ending made me tear up and cry a bit >_< Explorers of Time was okay...but... Meh. Maybe because I'm used to Blue Mystery Dungeon?

In Blue Mystery Dungeon, I connected with the characters a lot, with my sidekick having faith in me, etc. The sad part was I leveled up so much in the beginning, everything after that was a bit...easier than I remembered. When I got to the end, everyone crying that I left, left me crying too. Then I came back, and then at that point, the characters lose their characterization, and the world falls flat...You can now evolve your pokemon, but without your sidekick having that personality like it used to...that was upsetting, so to be honest, I wouldn't want to keep playing...

In Explorers of Time, I have to say my overall impress is that it's inferior. I DO like how they added in the genders in the summery or whatnot, instead of leaving it blank so the only thing you have for an indication of gender is the pronoun, but I don't like the top screen character stats they show, because I liked Blue Mystery Dungeon's better. I liked the actual bar indicator for your health. I also liked that the held items were separate inventory than the actual bag, which is no longer the case in EoT Mystery Dungeon. They got rid of the small tabs at the bottom to go directly to items, and moves, and I don't even like the shops anymore. I don't like that the Link shop is Electrive (or however you spell it) and I don't like that the bank is now Duskull instead of Persian. Persian makes MUCH more sense for a bank than a ghost... The town layout is very spread, instead of compact and nice like the Blue Mystery Dungeon, so that was a disappointment. They did get rid of the friend areas, which I think are okay, so now you don't have to waste your money. I also don't really like how you have to be part of that guild...it's kind of annoying and restrictive. I'm also disappointed that I can't kick butt with my pokemon, but I guess that's more of a personal thing than an actual problem with the game.

Meh.

Also, I should probably get a move on with my homework, but I just thought to take a break and work on this. The problem with me is that I have so many little things going on, I can't choose which is higher priority, and then it's all a mess.

Creative Writing Club tomorrow! X_x,
The Onion Cat

PS. Disappointed no My Little Pony this weekend :(

My Mouth...and my weekend

Yeah, my mouth hurts, a lot. It's at the very back, on the right side (my right, your left), where the wisdom tooth used to be. I got my wisdom teeth out in December, and it got all better, but all of a sudden, recently, the gums there have been swelling, and today, it's really painful. It had been swelling for a few days, but I didn't really think there was a problem until yesterday, when eating became a real pain, literally. It hurts a lot...I tried ibuprofen (two pills), but that didn't really work. I tried using a syringe with saltwater because maybe it's swelling because there's gunk there? But nope. The swelling thing is sorta soft...which makes me actually wanna try poking it with a needle to see if it'll drain or something (which is kinda gross, but it'd be worth it if the pain goes away...I'm a sissy when it comes to acute pain in a concentrated area). My mom made an appointment for me to visit the doctor/dentist today, and my brother's going to go to the doctors because he thinks he has bronchitis. Well, whatever he had, I think he gave to me, because I think there's more mucus in my throat now or something. I wanna cough it up, but it hurts to cough because of the swelling, and sometimes it hurts to swallow...I just want it to go away :(

Also, I just found out that I won't be getting the Master Ball in Sapphire version, because I didn't find it in the Team Aqua base. Seriously, I thought I looked everywhere, and when I didn't receive it by the time I got to Kyogre, I just assumed I'd get it after the Elite Four, but nope. I went on Serebii.net, searched "master ball sapphire", and found that I missed my chance. I talked with a friend that also had Sapphire version, and he broke the news to me that I wouldn't be getting a Master Ball. I wouldn't be so upset if it wasn't for the fact that I restarted my game just to get the Latias, because I found out I would only get the Latios in Soul Silver, which made me upset, because I've always wanted a Latias, and the Latias wifi event had already passed a few years ago, so you can imagine my frustration.

The Onion Cat used Frustration!

And I mean, this weekend, I've already been acting pretty cranky for some reason--could it be premonition? My subconscious knew the disappointment I'd face? I mean, to get Latias in Sapphire, you'd need to beat the Elite Four, and beating the Elite Four and the Champion was pretty tough for me. To top it off, I have to do a load of my AP BC Calculus homework. It wouldn't be so bad if I actually knew how to solve them. I mean, I really ought to know, but nothing's coming to me. I keep getting the wrong answers...I just want to give up on everything.

On Friday,  didn't make the deadline for the writing contest I was going to do, because I needed to go to bed, because I'm so stupidly sleep-deprived.

This weekend has been very crappy for me,
The Onion Cat

Once Upon a Time

Mary Margaret! "I choose you!"

No joke, the guy actually said it. Just the part that's in quotes.

dang it, that whole thing where I had an awesome idea for a blog and leaves me just happened D; I guess I'll talk about my scarf.

I started knitting a double-sided scarf. So one side is going to be all furry, and the other side is going to be like, regular yarn. I'm using eyelash yarn and 100% cotton yarn :D it's going to be awesome~

Sorry for another disjointed blog again. I'm busy stressing about Pokemon Sapphire, my math homework I need to catch up on, my other homework, internships, my monthly reading book, and an article for R+D.

Maybe epigenetics has something to do with my stressful tendencies?
The Onion Cat

Fizzy Ginger Ale and it's

FRIDAY!!!!!


That's right, we've survived the week! This week felt less brutal than last week (woah, I almost used the wrong then/than!) but maybe that's just me? One of my favorite teachers agreed about last week, though; it being brutal.

So I was just getting a drink to drink because I needed a drink, and I'd just made a peppermint lemon to replace a peppermint lime I didn't like, but I ended up not liking the lemon one either, so drink only today, I guess? So the only "good" drink was the ginger ale--Actually, since when was milk not good enough for me? It's so weird, because it's like, one day, I switched to soda instead of milk? While we're on the topic of milk, I prefer 2% because that's what I grew up on, but I'll go lighter if I have to. 1% is okay, and skim milk is alright. Whole milk is a no-no. Maybe it's because it feels extra greasy or rich or something, but in any case, I don't like whole milk. Also, it's so unhealthy! Funnily enough, my dad thinks whole milk is like, the healthiest thing in the world....stupid man.

But I digress.

I poured myself a mug of ginger ale, and took a sip. Pow! Lots of bubbles! The ginger ale was soooo fizzy! Which brings me to my point. I don't really like fizzy or uberly bubbly soda, because the bubbles hurt, man D: Like seriously, the ginger ale bubbles are all prickly-ish. Well, not painful, but uncomfortable enough. And other drinks, all you can "taste" is the tang of the bubbles exploding, and you're not drinking anything.

Sorry guy(s), but this needs to be short--I need to do homework.

There's a contest deadline tomorrow I might not be able to make,
The Onion Cat

Average Opinions

I really miss the "old" TV. I'm not talking black and white, because I'm not that old :P I'm talking about PBS; and I say that PBS is "old" TV because now I have cable (ever since the beginning of last year--basically, I'm behind on the cable TV curve), which is the first time in my life, I don't watch a program called Nova Science Now. I still watch science-y programs, like...Mythbusters, and Taboo, but...Nova Science Now...How could I forget the voice correction program, or the program on the vocalizations of birds--how they might give insight onto the verbal tics of people...One such program I've thought about a lot recently was that of average opinion. I've managed to find the short snippet I was thinking about, so here it is:

Watch Dark Matter, Of Mice and Memory, Hany Farid, Wisdom of the Crowds on PBS. See more from NOVA scienceNOW.

Isn't that interesting? I love those extra things at the end--the extra facts that are so interesting? I think I shall call them "interesting facts!" </retarded>

Seriously, I miss Nova Science Now. I learned soooo so much--and that was when I was in elementary school to middle school-ish. Think about if I watched the programs now, when I have more knowledge to help me understand the program. To think I've lost precious knowledge...it breaks my heart, in a way. I suppose I'm hungry for knowledge, but on the other hand, I am deeply reserved and shy. It's difficult for me to cross the social expanse from the outskirts of being a social mute to delve into the depths of the intricacies of speaking to other individuals that I am not familiar with.

Ho hum.

Well, I forgot again,
The Onion Cat

An Original Corny Psychology Joke...At least, I think it's original. I just came up with it @_@

Q: What do you call an overly sexual undergarment for females?

**Picture inserted to block the answer**

**I drew it, btw...On Coral Painter on the computer. Good, huh? :D**

A: Freudian slip.

Poor guy

Imagine you in elementary school. You want to do your best, in school, and become the greatest you can be in life! Your whole life is ahead of you, and you can do anything! You have a few interests, and you have the rest of your life to pursue them!

It's middle school, and you still have the whole world at your feet. Anything is still possible.

It's high school, your dreams are waning, and you realize what you wanted in life may not be, but that's luck.

You're an adult. Somehow, you've made it to a substantial position, where you can influence things--things, to hopefully help your country heal.

And yet...You depart life forever known as one of the most hated men in history.

Who could have known when you were a kid you would end up hated by all? When you were a kid, you hoped you would be successful--to grow up and be admired!

But you just grew up to be Hitler.



Hopefully, I've portrayed the kind of sorry I feel for Hitler. Obviously, he did some pretty bad things (and that's an understatement), but I still feel bad for the child Hitler who didn't know what he would become to the world.

And that's what I wonder every day.

"I grow up now with the best intentions in my heart. But will I be the next Hitler?"

The Onion Cat

The Butter is safe! I repeat: The Butter was yumm- oh wait...

This is my first attempt at fiddling with the schedule feature of this blog, so if I fail miserably, I tried :P

I just wanna talk about a few comics, so here it goes. I may have already mentioned this before, but this comic about mangos and dangos and rhyming fun was really amusing; thanks to my good friend, [insert best friend's name here], for showing me that comic. There was another coming that reminded me of psychology, and that comic could be found here or here, so go check it out (it's the same link)! Poor doggy <3 Yet another one was this one about...well, you'll see.

Speaking of misleading, I'll just compose a short poem to try and mislead you.


Cutting Pink


The sharp blade makes a dangerous sound
as it glides along the fibers,
and cuts through the dead flesh.

The pink matter that was once living,
inorganic now in the hands
of unmerciful beings, slicing it to ribbons.

A teenage girl commands the blade,
driving the cold steel,
commanding with an iron fist.

To hesitate means there will be no clean cut,
and a jagged wound that leaves both halves uneven;
the dead matter slightly unbalanced

She stacks the parts,
dismembered pieces,
all neatly in a stack.

Patience is rewarded;
most of the papers are even.
She carries a stack of half sheets of pink paper to class.

-By The Onion Cat

What think? Was it misleading?

I guess I was just tryin' to be funny, but I should have learned from Clown College,
The Onion Cat

[insert title here]

You know what I hate? Having awesome ideas for my blog throughout the day, but drawing a blank when fingers hit keyboard. It's so weird. The major issue is that I think I've had the same recurring idea every day, but I don't remember it at home. It's almost like when I was little, and when I woke up in the mornings, I wouldn't be acle to remember anything I needed to remember from the previous night, so for example, At night, I'll think "Oh, I need to get more pencils for school," and in the morning, I'll have forgotten that I needed to do that. Etc.

I've been staring at the yarn in this big bin in front of me, and it just makes me want to knit something with the yarn in there. The funny thing is that I rarely finish projects; I just start them. I really wish I had the patience to finish the projects, but I guess they're too tedious--the whole row counting thing...I think it's too much. Even the stitch counting is a bit much for me...I think I'd like to try a project knitting double-sided, since I know how to and it seems fun.

Ew, I have to eat dinner,
The Onion Cat

It's a quickie

How do you pronounce "world"? With two syllables? Because I tend to do that, but apparently it's one (which makes sense; there's only one vowel), so when I said cheerfully "world history fits!" as in, the first line of a haiku, a girl next to me went, "Really!? :D", counted them out, then went, "Oh no they don't, silly Onion Cat!"

...Well okay, they didn't say Onion Cat, but that was the gist of what they said. I just pretended like I was kidding about it, but I felt pretty silly for pronouncing it that way.

To be honest, I probably shouldn't post daily; this week I have soooo much work due/to do, so....yeah

Until next time, this is The Onion Cat, signing out.

Vasovagal Syncope ... lol and stress

**Just as a forewarning, this blog entry contains no real useful information on vasovagal syncope, and so if you have that condition and/or want to know more about it, search elsewhere...Sorry!**

To be honest, this happened a little while ago, but I just remembered it, so why not write about it? I have nothing else to do. I don't want to do my homework.


A few months ago, when I woke up in the morning, I passed out, and then my parents freaked out and they called 911, and it was really weird, and they came, and they took my vitals or something and I had extremely low blood pressure or something, so yeah...

The funny thing is, I felt so horrible while it happened. I felt like I needed to throw up or something, but this was only in my stomach--my head was fine (no headaches etc). Seriously, at the moment, all I wanted for it to do was end. I was struggling to stay up ( not realizing that the best thing for me to do was lie down) and that just made it worse, but man, at the moment that whatever happened happened, all I wanted it to do was just end; it felt that bad.

Another funny thing is that I wish it would happen again, so then I could not tell my parents and just collapse and hit something on the way down so I'd get injured. I don't know why I have such a want for me to get hurt; I just do. Funnily enough, when I was littler, I sometimes wished I would faint or something? That wish is tarnished and stained with age, so it's hard to read now.

lol

I need to draw that sign of a man drowning and post it here :P

So yeah, this is the song playing now; I'll just leave that for you to listen to and enjoy, and I'll just go off and stress myself out over things that are my fault anyways. See ya!





I love Elizabeth Gillies; and Ariana Grande's singing voices,
The Onion Cat

The Brain

Every time I have my AI class, I always leave thinking and pondering to myself about how complex the brain is. I mean, the brain can do pretty complex visualizations from reading; imagery, etc, and every time a sentence is made, there's that possibility that no one has ever said that sentence. Every thought could be something new. I just find it so mind boggling...Of course, the brain isn't prefect--I mean, if they did, we wouldn't have optical illusions!

Speaking of brains not being perfect, something that interests me is the subject of mental disorders. For some reason, I find those interesting. Some subjects I find interesting are, say, depression, inhalants, and, well, that's about it--I also, as mentioned before, have an interest in forensics-y stuff. So, I think it's interesting how they solve crimes, and what they see at crime sites? That kind of thing. I know a lot of random things about forensics. It's weird.

Erm.

Well, this has been another disjointed blog entry, brought to you by the letter--oh wait,
The Onion Cat

Another double bloggy!?

I try to avoid double blogs, but today I just feel so hopelessly worried about typing a cover letter, etc, and the whole prospect of internshipping.

I mean, first of all, I'm afraid of rejection, but who isn't? I'm just nervous about talking with adults in general. I'm very scared of the idea of talking with them, because I can't do small talk in general anyways--I mean, it took me a few months for me to feel somewhat comfortable to talk with the teacher I aide for, and even now it's a bit...quiet? It's not like those back-and-forths between the teacher and those kids--those wonderfully socially gifted people. I mean, it's gotten to the point where today in the shower, as I was shampooing my hair, I was just telling myself over and over and trying to convince myself that it'll be okay, it'll be fine, etc etc, but soon I was wondering to myself where that car was that's suppose to run me over in the future before high school is over.

**That would be so ironic if that happened after I went through the internship process or something; in any case, the reason why I say a car will run me over before I leave high school is because I can't imagine myself beyond high school--but who can, or has? I'm just pathetic.


I mean, thinking about talking with adults etc just sends me into the realm of feeling physically sick. This really isn't helped by the fact I'm very capable of coming up with a nice and hearty list of negatives about me, and that  when it comes to boasting of my abilities, I take the modest approach.

But even if I get past my fear of authority and adults, what about the actual project? I actually doubt I have the creative mind for coming up with a good project for it. I mean, my mom tells me I'm creative (she's also told me I'm pretty, ugly, smart, stupid, etc lol :| ) but what does that mean? All I'm "creative" at is coming up with fake names, usernames, and maybe some story plots; but how is that related to a project? I mean, in school, I'm fed information, and I don't question it. If I smell almond-y aromas from the food, I don't question it--I just eat it up; if they tell me no, it is no; if they tell me yes, it is yes. I can't think of good questions to ask about something--I don't know what I don't know--I just don't get questions during a lecture, etc. If there's some sort of discrepancy, I'm like, the last to pick it up.

I really ought to follow my advice and just suck it up and jump into it, but I've always been the person to slowly submerge myself into the pool--I was never the person to jump right in. I would ease myself little by little into the pool.

**It is possible for someone to drown in a puddle merely inches deep. The main element of this situation is temperature. The water must be cold. The shock of cold water will send a message to the brain, which would send a message to the heart, telling it to stop beating. 


Or so I read in a forensics book.


Things for me, I suppose, have to be gradual. Maybe this is the reason why I'm having such trouble with the internship thing--there really wasn't much segway to it--this was just a huge cliff face to me rather than a gradual slope, although if it was a cliff face, the slope/ramp would be like...miles? xD Ultimately, I guess I'd need to just suck it up.

Listening to music helps me relax. A bit. The weird thing about me is that I have a lot of tidbits of knowledge and interests...let me see and rank what kinds of information I know, starting from most to least?

Greek Mythology/Roman/Latin Mythology
Mythology (more general--so other cultures)
Psychology
Biology/chemistry-ish
Wolves and Ravens
Dolphins...maybe sea mammals
Forensics (the dead bodies kind...not debating or writing or whichever)
Tidbits of information on wild animals
etcetera etcetera...just kidding, that's cheating

But those are just about what I have so far, off the top of my head. Now for interests I guess?

Greek Myths (and by extension, Roman/Latin myths because they ripped off the Greeks)
Other Myths
Psychology
Forensics...you know, the killing people kind ;O
Writing
Drawing
Biology/chemistry
Thermodynamics
Quantum physics
Nanotechnology (or it's more technical term, "Nano-stuff" </lying>)
Wolves, dragons, dolphins, animals in general

So I guess those lists are matchin' up okay...huh

Well, I guess I just need to suck it up or get hit by a car...

Wishin' for the car,
The Onion Cat

Shiny Sapphire Music

I restarted Pokemon Sapphire this weekend! I've been playing it almost nonstop, it's so ridiculous! I'm so happy about it though, because I got a shiny Whismur, and it looks nice :3 but it kinda sucks because if it evolves, it gets 20% less cool each time, so you can imagine my concern. So the only legit shinies I have are a Whismur and a Krickitune, so you can imagine my jealousy over one of my friend's shiny Manectric--badass!

So I'm at Fortree, sos I have like, 6 badges I think? I'm actually making good time--I can finally fly around, so I'm content to stop playing for now. If you'd asked me earlier, I would have said I can't stop, but hey--I need to stop now, to do my homework xD I was hoping that I can get to do my two articles tonight and catch up on that, and then work on my cover letter/resume combo for the application to ASSIP. I didn't work on it yesterday because there was this party for the 10th anniversary for this couple's marriage at church, so yeah. That's my excuse :P

Meanwhile, I've been happily listening to music, borderline on and off stressing about what I'll write for my cover letter, and doing homework. I've also been talking with an old new friend that I hadn't talked to in a while, and it's been fun ^^ Connecting through facebook >:O

To be honest, I'm not big on social networking,
The Onion Cat

PS. As I was filling in the labels...I noticed I didn't watch My Little Pony this weekend! :O BREAK TIME TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

PPS. Did you see the My Little Pony reference-ish?

Livin' in a Bubble and self-censorship?

Wow, I start writing these blogs, then get pulled away...Anyhoo, I was sitting at dinner playing Pokemon, and I was reflecting on how I feel like sometimes, I'm just trying to escape life by running away to games and stuff, and I feel like it's messing up my sleeping patterns and my eating patterns, and maybe even my stress levels (which would affect hormone levels, right?). But yeah, I feel like there's some kind of disconnect between my life and the real world, as if the real world is beyond a barrier. Like, the real world is a different world entirely, and the world I live in is sheltered and protected and safe and stiff. I have a hard time feeling my individuality. This might be a cultural thing, since Asian cultures tend to have individuals act for the benefit of the group, so they might be more diplomatic and quiet, since those traits would make it easier to get along in groups, while Western cultures tend to think very individualistically, where individuals act selfishly (I don't mean this in a negative way--I mean they're actions reflect that they think of their own benefit before others'), and traits like independence and extroversion are encouraged, because then people can "go places", etc.

So that cultural split might be a reason behind why I find it hard to feel what part of me is "me", and what other parts are the expectations of others. If you think about it, a person is largely in part constructed by the expectations of others. When I was young, in elementary school or middle school-ish, I had an analogy that I was like a mirror, in that I reflect the thoughts, ideas, and beliefs of my friends. It's true that occasionally I may have a dissenting opinion, but those are so few and far between. This is not to say that I am picking people who tend to have the same beliefs as I do (or am I?) but I feel as if their beliefs rubbed off on me.

I feel like I raised myself. I don't mean I raised myself by finding money to buy food--no no no no no; I mean raising myself morally. When I was little, I had a really heavy conscience. It's like a curse, believe it or not, because although it kept me from doing "bad" stuff, which is good, it instilled me with some kind of belief that I must be perfect. When I was little, there was no excuse for a slip on my part. When I forgot my jacket at school during 1st grade, I couldn't talk about it without crying for like, 2 or 3 days after the event happened, and as you can see here, I still remember it. Such a trivial thing brought about my own mental wrath. My parents, I feel, are more forgiving to me than I am. It's so odd. My brother shared a story with my mom once, in middle school, and he was saying how his friends and him were messing around or something, and my mom found it funny. Honestly, I was shocked. To me, because of my strong sense of whatever it is, I was taken aback at how my mom could condone such behavior (I don't remember what my brother did, but I know I didn't approve). Later I asked my mom about it, but I don't remember what she said. I think she was confused ' ~ ' Anyhoo, this heavy conscience of mines carried itself along, making me feel stressed and serious in elementary and middle school. It started drifting away in middle school, but the serious nature it made me have in elementary school was certainly a contributing factor to that friend I said a while back being scared of me.

My parents always said I was mature for my age. Now, I've definitely been getting more and more immature with my friends, which would indicate that I'm finally loosening up, but at what price? I feel like I've missed my childhood. Throughout when I was a kid, I feel like I missed something, and now, me acting immature is some way of making up for it. It's so pathetic. I mean, as a kid, I kept my head in the books, schoolwork, Nintendo games, and PBS TV, like Wetakids. (I loved watching Clifford the Big Red Dog, Arthur, and Cyberchase. Later, like, early high school later, I'd also love watching Bob the Builder and Make Way for Noddy, and stuff. If I go before Cyberchase, I remember Jay Jay the Jet Plane, and The Magic School Bus.)

Bleck. I don't know what the dealio is with me >o<

Also, I was reflecting that since sharing this blog with some of my friends (like, 2. Oh, and my mom, but she hasn't read past like, the first post :P), I started wondering if I should start watching what I say on this blog. I mean, what if I write, complaining about them *cough* and then they read it? I mean, wouldn't that be awkward? It's like, "Oh, sorry I was stating all these things that I didn't like about you. :B I mean, it's not like I Want You Gone or anything..."

Because that's just meeeeeeeeeeeeeeean... Dang I'm weird.

Speaking of weird/win (they're obviously the same thing), the shows I am currently watching are as follows (in no particular order):

Being Human
Taboo
What Would You Do?
Face Off
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Season 2

Tired and stuck in AP Stat homework,
The Onion Cat

And remember... I WANT ARTICHOKES!

***NOTE: THIS PICTURE IS NOT MY WORK! IT IS TOO PRETTY TO ME DRAWN BY ME***

A Dozy of a Blog: New Blogger format, Grades, and stress...also, Pokemon...and also a "Bolg Review"

Woah now, it's a new format! Well, I found the lil link in the upper right telling me to switch to the new style, so, like what I do with the voices in my head, I obeyed.

Well, I had a whole blog planned out but I got derailed by Youtube, and then Pokemon, so yeah...but hey--I was going to talk about them anyways! D:

Back to the blog!

*whoosh* so, today, we got back grades in school. I got a 4. out of 10.

Actually, I just got sidebarred by my friend's story, so I'll write the review right here so it'll look all nice, and maybe when she gets to be a famous writer, I'll cite this blog and say I helped her get there ;O

A Bolg Review: Fleeting Lucidity


Let me start off by saying it is so refreshing to read a wonderful piece that is not my own, and yet emulates many of my favorite parts of my own writing, or what I like to include. The vocabulary used--refreshingly not my own. I rather liked the adjectives, the perfection of the world in the beginning as the story starts out. The picture painted by the writer was indeed vivid, subtle, and "soft". As for me, the imagery created by the author had an ethereal kind of look to it, if one could call it that, as the images were fuzzy and surrounded by halos--that heavenly look. 


Overall, the style was wonderful, the plot was excellent, and to reiterate, the story behind it was deep. 


Throughout the story, during the rising action, I drank up the words and fit myself snugly into the world being weaved by the author. At first, I sank readily and watched the young woman and her love unfold before me; but as the story progressed, I began to notice the little 'things', that, though escaped unnoticed by the characters, caught my attention. One such thing was the absence of other people. The execution of this story element was amazing; effective yet subtle. In fact, the only mention of other people than the two beloved are referenced as a crowd, and therefore more a prop than a crowd of people--this prop is easily forgotten, and soon, all that is left is a seemingly empty world. The noticing that the cameras were empty (well, the fact there was a room like that was suspicious enough for me) was actually well inserted into the storyline, as it does no interrupt, and the author gives it like it is to the reader for the reader to take heed or ignore. Another little thing that caught my attention was the fact that the young woman didn't remember where the lake was, and the repeated notion that she'd been "gone too long". 


The climax was amazing, and the jolt of the realization was very...jolt-y :) 


My only problem would have to be the ending; there are several ways of ending this particular story, and though this would not have been my way, I found it written well enough that I'll be willing to overlook this transgression ;) In all seriousness, the ending, thought not what I had expected, drives home the point and the metaphor of this story. The ending of the story (I won't reveal it here, but trust me; it's epic) carries such weight, and certainly makes the reader ponder his or her own life.


I am definitely not the number one review, nor am I the best at reviewing. However, I will say this about it:


Nice.


Well, that's going to take up a huge chunk of space. I'd read it over to edit, but hey--tldr.

Anyways, today at dinner, we ate lobsters my mom cooked because I managed to get really nice grades on my report card, and my brother got accepted into another college. Afterwards, my mom asked my brother on behalf of me and asked him what he did to contact internship peoples. I listened, and it was nice; I felt somewhat comforted, and had that attitude of "okay, maybe it'll be alright," but soon after, I got really anxious, so I guess not trolololololol.

So yeah, I started playing a bit of Soul Silver to get a Khangaskan, but I can't seem to get it on the Pokewalker! Just stupid Doduos Dx

Just heard "In My Life" by the Beatles after such a long time (literally, around a decade or so, so back when I was about 5 or 6...maybe even younger?) and it almost brought tears to my eyes. I don't know the names of many Beatles songs, but I recognize some of them because I've heard them when I was very very young and haven't heard them since, so their songs tug a lot of heartstrings when I hear them and recognize them from deep within my past. It makes me miss who I was...

If you're reading this, I am congratulating you,
The Onion Cat

As for me...this blog post?

tldr