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