Muse and Quote- December 10, 2009

I'm reading this book called Anything But Typical. I picked it out because I like stuff that is not typical, and it is a very nice book. The main character is a boy with autism, and he writes stories and posts them on a website called Storyboard. He meets a girl named PhoenixBird, a.k.a. Rebecca, and I don't now what else because I haven't finished it yet. That is my Muse for Today.

Quote for Thursday, December 10, 2009:

I bumped into a woman I hadn't seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? 'You've lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!'

'Well,' I said, slightly nonplussed, 'the last time you saw me I'd just had a baby.'

What I felt like saying was, 'I've produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren't either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?' But no — my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!

-J.K. Rowling, "For Girls Only, Probably..." at her website in "Section: Extra Stuff"

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/J.K._Rowling)

Knowing

People are really set in their ways- or at least, a lot of the people I know are. They're set in their habits; who they talk to, who they ignore, who they eat lunch with every Friday, who they call for help, who they try to impress.

All of these are based on assumptions.

People say "Oh, I know him" or "Yeah, I'm her best friend" or "You know I love you" nowadays like the words, strung together like that, don't have any value. Sometimes, in that context, said by that person,

they don't.

But all of those are based on assumptions too.

They might not know or love that person. They love what that person lets them know, or what they read into and find, or something like that. Sometimes they read in too deep, and they find what isn't there.

Sometimes they read and find the wrong things. Sometimes they find the right things and take them the wrong way. Sometimes everything is right.

The truth is no one knows anything or anyone. People can be bendable. The Laurel Jones you know may not act the same way around me. Who knows what's real, what's Laurel Anna Jones? Laurel might not even know.

Sometimes the person is that way all the time, and all the evidence is there, but you're in your bubble, bobbing along on the swirling tycoon of insanity that is your life, trying to keep everything straight, trying to make sure your head is on your shoulders and your hands are in your pockets, then barreling through the plaster and facing the world. That takes a lot, and of course you care about this person, of course you worry about them, you think about them. But they play second fiddle to you sometimes, and then you find out something about them. Indirectly or directly, it shows how you are.

It doesn't change everything, but it straightens nothing and blurs others.

It's so freaking obvious.

But was it?

People only show what they want to show, and if they show too much emotional garbage and become vulnerable, a strange mix of bravado, charisma and the so-called 'unimportance' of the situation tends to cover that up.

It works rarely, but then it does.

You look at that person in a different ways. Sometimes things shift, and you are left with a veil of a feeling.

And that is all.

Hello, Hello! As David Says

I have realized that my last post was mostly ranting.

I have also realized that I only posted five times through the month of November and I'm never going to reach my 100th post if I continue to post that way.

I only made this blog a few weeks after Questa, and guess what? She has 126 posts and I am somewhere in the seventies, which was a good era for music but not a good number for blog posts.

This isn't a competition, or anything. I just hate the feeling of incompetence.

Anywho, I shall be doing my best to post at least twice a week.

Unless that's a bad thing, and I should skip out on this 'blog' thing altogether.

(Do you know how you can remember how to spell 'together'? To get her. A friend's older brother told me that in the fifth grade, and it must have worked because I never spell it wrong!)

(And I still remember it. Huh.)

I just thought I would mention that. As holiday break comes about I might post more.

Good bye.

Quote for Saturday, December 5, 2009:

Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.

-A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens (1843)

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Christmas_Carol)

Dear December

Dear December,

Did I mention I hate you?

There have been a lot of you in my lifetime, and you are bad enough because you are cold. And dying. And K is reading over my shoulder and that creates pressure and good he's gone. No. Now he's back. And I don't want this post to be about him and now he's left once more.

And you come by too fast. Since we have holiday break, we are trapped inside all the time and I think my jump rope is outside! What will happen to my jump rope? And then we are cooped up and K and I try at least once a day to kill each other and mi madre says "I can't take this anymore!" and then we look sheepish and sit quietly and read. Even so, attempted murder is not festive.

No. Not at all.

And I hate you.

More reasons? Gladly! You know a reason why this winter? Particularly this winter?

YOU WON'T EVEN HAVE SNOW!!!

I understand that there are people that I know who would love for it even to be cold. But where I live, there is snow. Every winter!

And now there are 'possible snow showers' that never show and 'light evening snow' that never snows, light or night!

So. I hate you, you eejit.

Fairy Lights

Today is the Ultimate Shopping Day, Black Friday. It's the day when people wake up at midnight and wait outside the shops, then wrestle each other for 50% off everything in the entire store.

Last year, people died from being trampled outside the stores.

And shopping is girly, K? Really? I'd like to see you strangle people for a sweater.

(It had better be a lovely sweater.)

I've never done this shopping thing though. I'm not quite sure whether I would like to, actually. It seems a little obsessive, but there's also a weird, creepy thrill that comes from being outside a store in the middle of the night, clutching your coupons to you madly, elbowing that lady wearing the hat in the ribs so you can get ahead of her.

Then, twelve minutes later, you're fighting her for the sweater.

I enjoy this time of the year. It's kind of like everyone is making a huge, manic, last-ditch effort to do things, but kind of giving up at the same time, because another year is about the corner and you have a huge slot of time in which you can mess things up to your heart's content.

The scary thing is I remember last year so well. The year drags until my birthday (May 11th! I'm waiting for the doodle!), or the summer or something, and then you're back at December again wondering if you did anything productive at all. (For me? No.)

But I can remember writing 2009 very excitedly upon my Story-Writing Binder. Now it is like this:

FRAS

2008

2009

And the idea that soon I will have to write 2010 underneath it and I haven't finished my Vinnialia story yet is sad.

But it's still November. I have time,

right?

I can totally finish a story in that time! I'm not the slowest writer I know!

On a happier note, my neighborhood is filled with Christmas decorations! It looks so pretty, looking out at night... even if those eejits had everything decorated last week...

Quote for Friday, November 27, 2009:

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

-William Shakespeare

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Hope)

Muse for Today:

Fairy lights.