Friday, February 28, 2014

Changing Location

I've decided that I want a blog that's more on the "up and up".  Though blogger suits my needs, it's not altogether eye catching.  They say you can't judge a book by it's cover and yet a cover is exactly what makes people want to read your book.

I supposed I'm saying that the same goes for a blog.  Lots of people have blogs and anyone can use them, but who are the people who are the most noticed?  Yeah.  Those guys with the fancy-shmancy websites.

I am reluctant to leave.  Though I have four followers so far, I have been able to sort of connect with those four followers.  I may not be able to do this since I'm changing to a new sight and I sort of don't want to loose that.  I've got to go anyways, though.

I won't delete this website or any other posts in the hope that it'll still be stumbled upon.  If you still want to follow me and keep up-to-date with my posts, I believe you can put this web address into your blog's reading list:

Thank you to all who have read anything that I've written.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Parties are Stupid

Yeah, drinking, grinding, inappropriate parties are stupid.  But that wasn't the type of party I was talking about. I meant political parties.

Plain and simple if you asked me I would automatically tell you I'm a democrat.  I would tell you with a lifted nose and a "deal with it" gaze because I live in a strictly republican town and over the years I've convinced myself that that's what I've got to do.  I've got to assert myself  as the dolphin because the sharks will eat me if I don't tell them that I am proud of what I am.

That's the thing though.  I've always thought I was right, being democratic.  It didn't feel like I was biased because I was working against the grain.  I wasn't believing what everyone else was, so I felt justified in my actions.  But I am no better.  I'll jump into a fight with the best of them, using my claws and elbows.  I'm a political fighter even though I claim to be a pacifist.  I will defend my democratic party and it's views tooth and nail.  But isn't that what the republicans are doing too?

So how am I different than them?  I used to scoff at them, calling them closed minded and conservative.  Mind you, they are conservative, but still.  I didn't see that I was just as biased as I blamed them for being.  If you look at it, we're exactly the same, we just hide behind different issues.  We throw the exact same insults at eat other; they're just aimed at different ideas.

Here are two true scenarios.  I'll not say that I agree with or disagree with either one:

Scenario #1: The democrats want affordable health care for everyone.  The most extreme republican will say that this action will tilt the government into socialism, gasp, maybe even communism.  If we're forcing everyone to buy this health care when some people may not want to buy it, isn't that unconstitutional? Besides, it's hurting small businesses as well, and the program doesn't even work well.  It's extremely faulty.

Scenario #2: The republicans want to make abortion illegal.  The democrats say that you can't do that.  That's telling someone what to do.  The American people have rights, don't they?  They have the right to decide if they want to have a baby or not.  I mean, what if a woman was raped?  She didn't ask for that to happen to her.  It wasn't her fault.  Why is it the government's job to restrict her rights, her, the victim?

Do you see the similarities?  Maybe the democrats don't use the word Communism to insult republicans, but it's basically the same argument, just different topics.  Scenario #1: The democrats want to continue a program that the republicans think is unconstitutional.  Scenario #2: The republicans want to pass a law that the democrats think is unconstitutional.  You see what I mean?  It's the same thing, and yet we can't see that.  We're too blinded by our parties.  We're too blinded by who's right and who's wrong, and most times we just end up either hating whoever the president is, or hating who ever hates who the president is.

Now, I've begun to believe that opinions are big and ugly, but I'll tell you mine now.  I think that Obama Care does need a little work.  I will admit to that.  But I think it's a good idea.  Just because we're so afraid of becoming communists, does that mean we can't even help out our own people who are in need?  Maybe there are some catches to the program and to what it will entail, but all in all, I think it comes from a good place.  On the abortion one, I have to agree with the republicans.  I didn't used to because I don't like the idea of telling people what they can and can't do.  But if I really think about it, life is life.  No one has the right to take away life except for the God in our big, blue, unimaginable sky.  Perhaps if the mother is dying and there's no way to save the baby, abortion is alright in order to keep the mother's life intact, but for the most part I do agree with republicans.

Still, I do think opinions are ugly.  They're so in-your-face that I've decided I don't want to be a democrat anymore.  I used to think that I had to fight for the right to not be a republican so that meant I had to pretend like I was better than everyone who was republican.  That's wrong.  That makes me stuck up and big headed, and it gives me an excuse to get riled up over politics.  Knowing me, it's not hard for me to do.  So this is what I'm going to do.  I'll be an independent.  Probably when it comes time to make decisions, I will sway more towards the democratic side, but I'm tired of holding up my giant lofty democratic party feathers.  I'm tired of saying I'm right and the republicans are wrong, because when it comes down to it, we're all saying the same things.  We're all shouting at each other over nothing, and I'm ready to stop.

And to you democrats and republicans who are reading this and are already forming your opinions, I welcome the tomatoes that you might want to throw at me.  There is a comment section below. I don't mean this disrespectfully, but have at it. (:

Friday, February 21, 2014

Allons-y Alonzo!

So I have recently watched six Doctor Who seasons in . . . oh, two weeks?  Let me tell you, I'm a Doctor Who-a-holic.  Netflix doesn't have anything past season six and I'm rotting inside of myself without Matt Smith wearing a fez.  I need Matt Smith wearing a fez, like, now.  Also, if we're going to do that, let's just bring back David Tennant and Rose.  Oh, the lament of the Whovian.  I've become one now and I lament along with everyone.  AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME ANYTHING PAST SEASON SIX.  I won't listen.  I won't.

River Song?  I just can't decide if I like her or not.  I mean, I like her, but I don't know . . . I feel like we're cheating on Rose.  And yes, I did just refer to the Doctor as though he and I were a joined being.  We might as well be, I mean I have to feel all of his feels, don't I?  Ha, I just realized, if you're reading this and you've never watched Doctor Who, you have no idea what I'm talking about.  Well you know what?  Watch it right now if you haven't.  Then come back and you'll understand.  You'll probably understand more than me because you'll probably get to watched past season six, you stupid stupid face.

And I'm drawing a picture of David Tennant in my sketch book. (:  It's not done yet, obviously, but take a look anyways:

Yeah, the picture's a little dark.  His face needs a little bit more work.  Blending and all that.  Plus he doesn't have a left hand.  Hands are tricky, especially when they're small.  But I think he'll be fantastic when he's done.  Once he's got trousers and all of that.  You know.  I wish I could have found one of him in his pinstripe suit and his coat, but this is the one in his blue suit.  Like Rose's Donna/Doctor.  Aww... now I'm sad again.  SHE KISSED THE WRONG DOCTOR IS WHAT! That's why he went on a raging rampage of unstable feelings-ness.  It was because she didn't kiss him.  Or at least, that's what I think.  Poor doctor.  It's okay.  I understand you BETTER THAN ROSE DOES.  Just kidding.  If the doctor doesn't marry Rose I'll die. Except for he marries River Song.  The little cheat!  DAVID TENNANT WOULDN'T STAND FOR THIS!  Even though I love River Song.

I'm so conflicted.  I'm also on Doctor Who withdrawal.  This fact means that I'm a little bit moody and unstable.  I need my Matt Smith in a fez.  Better yet, Christopher Eccleston.  Let's bring him back.  I love him so much.  I love them all! Why can't they all come back and be the sole Doctor Who at the same time? GAAHHH PLEASE I JUST WANT TO HAVE YOU ALL!

This show runs my emotions.  I'm serious.  How will I cope without season seven?

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Overprotective Love Interests

I hate overprotective love interests.  Now, yes, it's sweet that the man loves the main heroine, but for crying out loud, she's the heroine!  Don't you think she can take care of herself?

This trend is most prominent in fantasy books, I've found, as those are the types of books where the main character is plunging herself into immediate danger.  So, let's set the scene: the mystical woman with her magic powers has to defeat the other mystical woman who has magical powers who only slightly differs from her because she's evil.  Right.  So then enters "Love Interest."  He's tall, handsome, manly, and probably has abs.  (He also probably doesn't own a shirt if it's the same-old stupid fantasy book that's ever been written.)  Well, she tell him of this quest she has to go on and he says he's coming with her to protect her.  This is the first sign of overprotective love interests.

Well they go plodding along in search of the destination for this quest.  He is kind, understanding, and helpful, even.  He will follow the heroine wherever she goes.  They run from the same enemy together and devise plans on how to trick the enemy together.

Then something happens to "Love Interest"'s mind.  The heroine told him so many months ago "I am a powerful magical being that is the last of her kind and I must go and defeat my enemy.  I have deep power within myself even though I am incapable of doing absolutely anything.  I am no match against my enemy even though we all know I'm going to viciously kill her in the end.  Surprise.  Surprise."  and it's just now penetrating the inner membranes of his cranium.  He just now realizes that his heroine is putting herself in direct danger and now he's not going to let her do anything but be a helpless and brainless woman while he plays "man" and protects her.

She get's mad at him, as any woman who had incomprehensible power might do.  She disobeys his commands to get below, behind, and out of sight, and goes above and beyond in the call of duty.  She shows that she is capable of fighting the enemy better than he ever could with his mundane tools.  He get's mad at her because she is a sensible woman who doesn't need a man to rule her life.  He insists that he needs to protect her by risking her life instead of hers.  Apparently he thinks this is a valid argument because he's a man and she's just a stupid incapable and frail woman, despite the cosmic powers she's already displayed to him millions of times.

She is still attracted to her so called "Love Interest" even though she's made herself into the stupid woman he thinks she is by arguing with him and pounding at his chest in anger oh-so-heroically.  Eventually they have a fallout and he pulls up the point of "can't you see what you're doing to me?" blah blah blah.  She consents that he's right even though he's being selfish by telling her she can't fight for herself if she's going to get killed when he's going to put himself into danger just as much as she would.  She turns into a stupid and dainty woman and let's him think he's the only person that can do anything because he's the man.

You know what?  I would've dumped him months ago.  He needs to realize that their situation warrants danger on both of their parts and that she is just as capable at defending herself.  She's not a useless woman and he shouldn't treat her like one.  She can fight just as well as he can and she can help too.  He shouldn't be thinking that she's stupid.  I think if they get married he's going to treat her like property and so help me if I have the love interest rescue my women in a book, let a million pounds of books fall atop my head for my stupidity.  He's such a baby when she tries to put him out of the way of danger, and he resents her, but she's expected to just go along with whatever he says? No.  I don't think so!

Yeah, well, I was reading this book and I was getting really fed up with the characters.  If you couldn't tell.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014


Do you ever get scared of yourself?

Just a minute ago I was walking from my bedroom to the living room.  I had thought I'd heard my dad's voice and as I walked into the hall my brain conjured up this strange, inhuman looking mustached person who looks nothing like my dad at all and it said "What if this guy popped up around the corner?"  It then proceeded to subconsciously convince me that I would see this weird cartoon-y figure and I had a mini-heart attack.  That all happened in around three seconds.

Most of the time this crazy wacko brain stuff happens to me when I'm in between waking and sleeping.  Like I'm convinced that I have to stay asleep without a real reason why.  My brain just tells me that it's imperative not to get out of that heavy coma-like state that keeps you asleep.

Or, like when I'm really really zoned out I'll start daydreaming about something like trying to pick an object up.  I try to do it and then the thing is out of my hands halfway after I've picked it up and it's on the floor again.  Like my brain is taunting me or something.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm crazy and maybe I'm just desperate for a blogging topic.

Do you ever dream you're somewhere and then you half-wake up and you get really confused?  I hate those dreams that are so convincing you think that they're real life.  Or those memories you have that are really dreams?  Those are pretty freaky too.  I just think our minds are really complex things.

I can't remember my dreams from last night, but I do remember this dream I had when I was four or five.  The dream starts and I find myself stuck in the ground, like a nail and there are these bull dozes closing in on me about to run me over.  My mom is with me, similarly stuck in the ground and I'm screaming for my dad and my sister.  For help, or just because I don't know where they are I'm not sure, but that had to be the single most scariest nightmare I have ever had in my life.

Nowadays I find my dreams are my subconscious brain telling me stories.  I guess that's what I get for being a writer. (:

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Prom-Date-Mania Induced Panic

My family finally took down our Christmas stuff yesterday.  It's sort of sad, but I guess it means we have to move on with life and with our year.  I guess I'm alright with that, I mean, I already have to endure mind numbing school again, so what's one more thing?

But . . . what do I have to look forward  to anymore?  I really don't know.  Spring break isn't for another month.  Prom is earlier than usual this year, but honestly prom was pretty lame last year.  And I went with this guy who wouldn't let me dance with anyone else.  Not exactly a good experience.  But what do I do?  It's (and shhh!  This is a secret and you aren't supposed to tell anybody) Gatsby themed.  Kind of just like everybody else in America's prom theme, but, you know.  I have loved the 1920s for FOREVER and my most favorite-est book set in that time period is called Diviners by Libba Bray.

(Oh, she's fabulous.  I just looked it up on like a second ago and the second one is out! Guess what I'm spending my money on soon?  Also, I noticed she changed the cover and I'm a little upset because I really liked the art-deco swirls and all-seeing eye thing she had going on.  Boo Libba, why did you do that?  But if that's the only poop she ever does, then I'm still satisfied with her, unlike stupid Veronica Roth who I still think ended her last book idiotically and sometimes wonder if her publisher kidnapped her, tied her up in a closet and wrote the last book against Veronica's will, threatening her family and well being.  I can dream can't I?)

Did I just make a whole paragraph out of that parenthesis? Yes I did.  Anyway, it's Gatsby and there is NO WAY I can pass up the opportunity to buy a flapper dress and slink into that speak-easy themed prom with a Fascinator around my eyes.  Except for: I can't go through prom-date-mania induced panic again.

You know.  When you have no idea who you're going to ask to go with you when you know you can't go by yourself.  I don't know about you, but my school's prom's entrance is just as important as the dress you are wearing and the date that you carry on your arm like a Coach purse.  I don't have a fancy car and I definitely won't walk.  But . . . the guy who I want to go with would never go with me.  I usually leave these "limo" arrangements to the guy, but the guy who I would settle with might actually not go with me either.  You know the drill ladies.  This is prom-date-mania induced panic.  And to top if all off, like I said earlier, prom is EARLIER.  I have to make a decision sooner!  I just want a friend to go to prom with so it'll be fun!  Why does this have to be so hard?  Why did the theme have to be so hard to turn away from?


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

It's Twenty-Fourteen!

Well I . . . I've been gone for awhile, yes.  I could say I was gone because of semester tests, and that would be true for about a week (because my stupid teachers thought they wouldn't review us until a few days before.  Grrrrr...)  I could say  I was gone because of the holidays, which is also true, but the real reason I've been gone for so long is because NOTHING HAPPENS IN MY LIFE.  This is one of those blog posts where I'm only posting because I feel so guilty about not posting for a month.

Sooo.... what do I talk about?  Mmmm, I'm thinking the whole "What I Got for Christmas Haul!" thing is a little narcissistic.  I could do a "New Years Resolution" post, but nobody cares about that.  I don't even care about my own resolutions.

The only thing I can think of that I'm excited about is books!  I think I'm going to add some new Wattpad books to my "Books I Love" page.  I'll stop talking and post them: