"Joggers and Dead Bodies Theory"

Don't jog in the morning. Trust her.

A Short Little Story

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Ok. That was a bunch of random typing. Now I'm going to make a story using each letter as the first letter of a new word. Ready?

A large, smelly, dinosaur raced across seven extravagant territories. Yet because my friend said, "Delicately! Kindly!", Stegosaurus Ike stepped rationally, hoping desperately to heed rules involving over-sized kreatures. Zealous state Jamania's amendments read: "All stegosauruses entering our regime in August shouldn't trek harshly. Just journey, negating violent movements."
Very carefully, large Stegosaurus Ike evacuated, running under Yamania's authority. Said dictatorship kills foreign Jamanians and sells Edmontosauri. Luckily, though, our Ike had a green-card and lived.
Soon exhausted, run-down Ike quit progressing, electing just for movement x-iting mandates zoically. Suddenly, a she-Stegosaurus (and he) 'loped, ending Ike's roaming. I arranged great housing onan island, everything richly unique, sweetly luxurious, and kick-butt-ish. So, definitely fanciful'n jolly.

Wow that ending was pathetic, and I cheated here and there, but it took me longer than I thought. Do your own and post them on your blogs. I want to see what you come up with!

"How To Survive Valentine's Day Alone"

Too late for advice but here it is anyway...

My Weekend at an Honor Band

Day One: The Audition

Professor Lady aka Judge: "You interested in music major in college?"

Me: "No, not really."

Professor Lady: Glare

Day Two: The Rehearsals

Director Man: "Hello we are going to work hard but have a fun time."

Percussion: Whisper, whisper.

Director Man: "Percussion, shut up."

Us: Ahh!

Director Man: Conducts at lightning-speed tempo.

Us: Play section wrong.

Director Man: "Idiots."

Us: AHHH!

First Chair French Horn: Plays solo.

Us: Ooooh!

First Chair Oboe: Plays solo.

Us: Ooooh!

First Chair Flute: Plays solo.

Us: Ooooh!

Director Man: "Good! Now keep going we're on a schedule."

That night: Watch two-hour concert. Stay in hotel with a leaky shower, smokey lobby, and questionable overall safety.

Day Three: The Performance

That Morning: Eat a quick breakfast, trudge to rehearsal.

Director Man: "We're going to take it easy today."

Us: "Yay!"

Director Man: "And I'm actually a really nice guy. I love you all."

Us: "Awwww!"

Lunch: College cuisine school cooks meal for us. Yum!

Back in rehearsal: Preparing for concert.

Director Man: "Now let's go out there and kick some major bootay!"

Us: "Hoo-ra!" Proceed to stage and rock the house.

My Triple Secret Life as a Blogger

Why is it Triple, you ask? Because my double secret life is a blog hunter, and I can't use the same name twice. Why the Secret? Because I doubt anyone outside of our class knows that this little web page exists. Do I mind (and do you mind that I'm asking questions to which you could have no answer for)? Not really, (and I hope you don't, either).

I don't mind the lack of traffic for several reasons:

1. The unfortunate diary format: I'm going to be honest with you right now- not that I haven't been in the past. Just super honest. I know that I had promised earlier never to randomly complain about me, me, me, me. Unfortunately, I seem to have strayed from that point a bit and, looking back, find that many of my blogs contain whining and grumbling (I was going to complain about my weekend originally in this post, and plan to do it later if that doesn't give you more proof of my promise-breaking). So I'm glad that more people don't read this because frankly, it's shameful. I need to follow my own advice, take my Barnes and Noble gift cards, and buy myself a diary. But then what would I have to write about? Maybe I should just bite the bullet and say my blog complains a lot, like this lady. But I'll try to hold out just a little longer.
2. The temptation of advertisements: If my blog was extremely popular throughout the world, I would get greedy. "How could I make the best out of this convenient situation?" I would ask myself, rubbing my hands together like that old miser with the bulging eye. And I would probably begin to notice how easily I could link advertisements to my website, and how easily I would be able to make a little bit of money. But because I have only had 69 hits on this site in four months , I am not tempted to put annoying pop-ups and other distractions on this page. Lucky you!
3. No pressure, eh? Exactly the way it sounds. If one of my posts is terrible, oh well. Blogging gives me space to try out new techniques, share my thoughts and opinions, etc. If people don't like it, they will either let me know or not comment at all. So it's all trial and error, letting me attempt to be creative without worrying about a grade. Just a word count.

Maybe someday I'll feel differently and want more of an audience. For now, though, I'm content sitting back, poking around, and living double and secret lives as blog hunter and blogger.

Especially for You....

This post is especially for all of those people out there that can read fast.

I hate your guts.

235 pages. That was my weekend. Over 70 of those were textbook pages, mind you, the rest were from two of my required reading books. I sat around like a little hermit, my pile of books in hand. It was painstaking. It was frustrating. It was downright hell. And it's not over. Oh no, I'm still not done. I have seven more pages to go, and God only knows how long that will take me.

Fast readers: you have no idea. I cannot skim the text to get the 'general idea.' I cannot look at the titles, the pictures, or merely find what's on the study guide. If I try, I remember nothing. Nada. The information merely hits my brain and bounces off, like a rock skipping across the water. Don't ask me why. Believe me, if I knew, I wouldn't be here right now telling my tale of woe.

I am so jealous of you. JEALOUS! I can't even finish the ACT reading section. Gahh!

So frustrating. SO frustrating. SO FRUSTRATING! Well, I suppose the moral of the story is, if you can read fast, be thankful. Now I have to go back to my reading.

If you read this in less than a few minutes, still hating your guts. But I want your brain.

My Double Secret Life as a Blog Hunter

So it's become pretty apparent that I haven't explored the blogging world.

I feel bad. Sort of.

What would I look for? Tough call. I really don't have much interest in the feelings of people I don't know. Unless, that is, they either think like me or are insane. So unless they are my yes-man or in dire need of a straight jacket, emotions don't do much for me. No whining, no complaining. But I don't like straight facts, either. If I'm going to the trouble to find something to read, I would prefer that it not be a textbook. Please, we get enough of that the rest of our lives. Why more?

So my list was narrowed down: not too personal, not too factual. But of course, these rules are fake. There's no way that I can stick to my own limitations. I change my mind too much to stay with a straight-and-narrow.

With these ideas-but-not-really-any-ideas in mind, I geared up and became Super Creeper. I searched blogs, reading entries of people who don't know I exist. To them, I am just another visitor on their blog counter. To me, they were just people in the world, searching for a way to express themselves. In some ways, I felt as if I was violating their privacy. I learned of husbands, of children. There was a Secret Agent Josephine who had a counter at the bottom saying "Make my day, buy me a latte" (the second part pops up when you run the cursor over the coffee cup). I liked her, but couldn't connect with her; she was a mom with mom-based thoughts. I'm a teenager with self-centered thoughts. Interesting to see a different world, but not for me.

Overall, my double secret life wasn't so successful. I didn't find much that interested me; just trivial people in a trivial world trying to become important (don't take this, bloggers, as saying that you should give up trying to get your voice heard. Not at all! Please keep trying, because I do believe that one can become a figure other people care about. It's just difficult. Like really, does anyone care what I am writing right now? Probably not). I must be very bad at knowing where to look. There are two, though that caught my eye:

1. Fungible Convictions: Fungible is defined as "freely exchangeable for or replaceable by another of like nature or kind," if you were wondering. This one is on probation at the moment. It's intriguing: a man with his everyday thoughts and discovery (see? I told you I would end up going back on my own rules). His "hope-to-do" list was the thing that caught my eye, for I have thought about making such a list myself. Will it keep my attention though? I'm not sure-further investigation will be needed. So it has been added to my side list of Blogs to Explore, but I'll be deciding whether or not it gets to stay there.
2. FAIL Blog: This is a WINNER! Ever heard of an Epic Fail? Ever wish there was a site that had several in one place? You must check this blog out if you have not. Go there. Now.