Pottermore was a bit of a letdown.
Like, what is it? I watched the video of Jo talking four times and I don't really know what it's supposed to be. I thought it would be the encyclopedia, but now...I'm...not so sure.
After reading the crazy frenzy of live blogging on Questa's blog, where she waited at her computer screen for Pottermore to open, I feel a little guilty.
I stayed up until four and then I fell asleep. I only got online now.
But now I see that it wasn't even worth stressing myself over! If it's not opening until October, why would you announce it now when you're not even done yet?
Humph.
I love Harry Potter, but how can I love this when I don't even know what is going on?
23 June 2011
Gooey Funk
Recently, I've been in a funk.
The kind of funk where you are just angry at everything, and feel completely purposeless, and want to finish everything but simply don't have that kind of motivation, and all you want to do is lie face-down on the floor, not moving, and wonder why you even exist at all.
I am a lazy person in an astounding number of ways, but I am rarely lethargic, and I hate being this way. It's frustrating.
Most people (the kind of people who still say 'funk') would describe this kind of a mood as a blue funk, but I think my funk is more a squishy, lurid purple kind of funk that is horrible to be trapped in, and a sad sight for those who aren't in any sort of funk at all.
(Funk is starting to be a semantic satiation in this post, isn't it? No. Wait. Don't answer. Yes, it is.) (You're so endearingly charming, FRAS! Talking to yourself like someone cares!) (*blushes in the most endearingly charming way possible* Oh, stop it!)
It's times like this where I forget to do stuff that I love, like bake food or talk to my friends or work on my stories or read books that I've read fifty thousand times. I just end up focusing on how much my life sucks and looking up sucky bands on purpose (which is a deviation from my normally much more impressive pursuit of good music) and abandoning books in the middle because I hate everything and watching (I'm not even kidding) five hours of Glee in a row because I want to indulge in an activity where my legs and mind don't move.
Skip the parenthetical sentences if you'd like to see me reach the point! *attempts dashing grin that just comes off as creepy*
(I had a Season One box set because I decided to start watching the show finally after two years. The plot line has a lot of holes and it's a little stereotypical and, quite frankly, the show doesn't make a lot of sense sometimes, but it's a good show to watch when you are doing an excellent impersonation of someone in a screen-induced coma. Also, they can sing. Sometimes, I wish they would leave certain songs alone [I don't care if you're Vocal Adrenaline, you do not TOUCH Bohemian Rhapsody], but they all have stunning voices, and Quinn's and Rachel's make me especially jealous.)
(I'm so sorry for all of you who don't watch Glee. Here. I hope this makes you forgive me. It is soap that looks like food.)
It's so easy to fall into this kind of anti-creative funk. Unbelievably easy to just give up, especially when it's summer vacation and you live in the kind of town where I live. And I think that hoisting yourself out of a funk is completely dependent on you, and how you work. In my case, I just need to stop doing all of the things that are detracting from my creativity and focus purely on one thing before I can even begin to work on anything else.
But sometimes that is so, so hard to remember, and even harder to attempt.
In even more FRAS-related news, I am going on vacation! So, posts will be infrequent/nonexistent until July 4. I only say this because I've been better about posting lately, and this hiatus is NOT me slipping into my ways of yore, just me being in Orlando. At the Harry Potter theme park. Yeah.
Also, since I probably won't be blogging on the day, a happy early birthday to my cousin Questa, whose birthday is on Friday!
And also a happy birthday to Sonic the Hedgehog, who is twenty whole years old today! I never played your games, Sonic, and I probably wouldn't even know it was your birthday if it wasn't for Alex Day putting up a video about it.
The kind of funk where you are just angry at everything, and feel completely purposeless, and want to finish everything but simply don't have that kind of motivation, and all you want to do is lie face-down on the floor, not moving, and wonder why you even exist at all.
I am a lazy person in an astounding number of ways, but I am rarely lethargic, and I hate being this way. It's frustrating.
Most people (the kind of people who still say 'funk') would describe this kind of a mood as a blue funk, but I think my funk is more a squishy, lurid purple kind of funk that is horrible to be trapped in, and a sad sight for those who aren't in any sort of funk at all.
(Funk is starting to be a semantic satiation in this post, isn't it? No. Wait. Don't answer. Yes, it is.) (You're so endearingly charming, FRAS! Talking to yourself like someone cares!) (*blushes in the most endearingly charming way possible* Oh, stop it!)
It's times like this where I forget to do stuff that I love, like bake food or talk to my friends or work on my stories or read books that I've read fifty thousand times. I just end up focusing on how much my life sucks and looking up sucky bands on purpose (which is a deviation from my normally much more impressive pursuit of good music) and abandoning books in the middle because I hate everything and watching (I'm not even kidding) five hours of Glee in a row because I want to indulge in an activity where my legs and mind don't move.
Skip the parenthetical sentences if you'd like to see me reach the point! *attempts dashing grin that just comes off as creepy*
(I had a Season One box set because I decided to start watching the show finally after two years. The plot line has a lot of holes and it's a little stereotypical and, quite frankly, the show doesn't make a lot of sense sometimes, but it's a good show to watch when you are doing an excellent impersonation of someone in a screen-induced coma. Also, they can sing. Sometimes, I wish they would leave certain songs alone [I don't care if you're Vocal Adrenaline, you do not TOUCH Bohemian Rhapsody], but they all have stunning voices, and Quinn's and Rachel's make me especially jealous.)
(I'm so sorry for all of you who don't watch Glee. Here. I hope this makes you forgive me. It is soap that looks like food.)
It's so easy to fall into this kind of anti-creative funk. Unbelievably easy to just give up, especially when it's summer vacation and you live in the kind of town where I live. And I think that hoisting yourself out of a funk is completely dependent on you, and how you work. In my case, I just need to stop doing all of the things that are detracting from my creativity and focus purely on one thing before I can even begin to work on anything else.
But sometimes that is so, so hard to remember, and even harder to attempt.
In even more FRAS-related news, I am going on vacation! So, posts will be infrequent/nonexistent until July 4. I only say this because I've been better about posting lately, and this hiatus is NOT me slipping into my ways of yore, just me being in Orlando. At the Harry Potter theme park. Yeah.
Also, since I probably won't be blogging on the day, a happy early birthday to my cousin Questa, whose birthday is on Friday!
And also a happy birthday to Sonic the Hedgehog, who is twenty whole years old today! I never played your games, Sonic, and I probably wouldn't even know it was your birthday if it wasn't for Alex Day putting up a video about it.
18 June 2011
Summer Supremes
It is June 18th now, I've been out of school for a whole week (summer goes faster than you think it will) and I am fulfilling my vision of what I thought my summer would be like: sitting in pajamas in front of the computer, eating cereal, writing, and making plans to do stuff (unlike last summer, I plan to actually leave the house once in a while this year).
This is definitely not my favorite part of summer, but, you know, it's familiar. And summery, I suppose, because what other time of year do I really get to do this?
So, I am making a list of my favorite things-summery things. Think of it like the song, only there is a definite absence of schnitzel with noodles.
This is definitely not my favorite part of summer, but, you know, it's familiar. And summery, I suppose, because what other time of year do I really get to do this?
So, I am making a list of my favorite things-summery things. Think of it like the song, only there is a definite absence of schnitzel with noodles.
- Going to bed late, and not having to wake up early. (That's groovy, because I reap the benefits with none of the consequences, unlike during the school year, when I can stay up as late as I want but end up having to get up at six-thirty anyway.)
- Being able to walk everywhere, because it's WARM
- The feeling of air conditioning on skin after coming in from outside
- Warm concrete
- Swimming
- The smell of sunscreen
- Freshly mowed lawns
- Ice pops
- White sundresses
- Getting my hair cut shorter for the summer
- Music releases (they all seem to happen in the summer, I think, or am I crazy?)
- Rereading Harry Potter, like I do every year
- (This summer, anyway) The last Harry Potter film
- Eating unreasonable things for lunch (like cereal...) because no one is around to tell me otherwise
- Spending time with one of my friends before she ships herself off to boarding school next year
- Lemonade
- Lemon-scented items
- Lying down in the grass and looking up at the sky
- Recycling all of last year's school papers (Except Trig. Trig goes in the blooming shredder. And is then set on fire. And then I dance around the ashes, making up a chant and then singing it backwards.) (Not really. But God, I hate Trig.)
- So. Much. Time. To. Do. Things.
- Not seeing those annoying classmates of mine whom I would prefer not to see
- Reading those books and seeing those movies you promised you'd watch over the summer (I've already read The Great Gatsby [before John put it as the Nerdfighter Blurbing Book Club Book! How's that for psychic ability?] and seen Cool Hand Luke.)
- Baking food. Like brownies or bread.
- The smell of talcum powder
- Water gun fights
- Making lists on this increasingly pointless blog I keep
Also, I am going on vacation soon! To Orlando! (Actually, basically to the South of the U.S., but ORLANDO is my main focus. Unbridled commercialism, here I come!)
Quote for Saturday, June 18, 2011:
-Cicero
Muse for Today:
I don't know if you know about this already, but oh my God, this is whipping me into a frenzy. If you don't like Harry Potter, you are free to skip this link. WHAT IS JO PLANNING? But it is so groovy--SOMETHING IS HAPPENING.
Click on one of the owls.
15 June 2011
Why Don't I Finish Anything?
While I was watching this video from nerimon, I was reminded of Brain Crack.
What?
Yes.
Brain Crack is an idea that these guys stole from this other guy, but it wasn't really thievery, they just talked about zefrank's idea, so it's just like citing your sources, and I hate this sentence because it's a nightmare, and basically the whole idea is (as Alex explained in the video...unless you just scrolled by it without a legitimate reason to skip it, in which case I despise but completely relate to you) is when you get an idea, and your brain cannot immediately work on it, and you keep working away at it in your head, thinking about it, and perfecting it to the point that you are never, ever going to finish it. Or start it. And your brain becomes addicted to thinking about the possible conception of this idea, like a drug.
Oh.
So there's a name for it.
Because I have these ideas all the time, which it is one of the things I loathe about myself. I have never finished anything that I like, but I have all of these good ideas that I never even start.
Sometimes, it's because:
What?
Yes.
Brain Crack is an idea that these guys stole from this other guy, but it wasn't really thievery, they just talked about zefrank's idea, so it's just like citing your sources, and I hate this sentence because it's a nightmare, and basically the whole idea is (as Alex explained in the video...unless you just scrolled by it without a legitimate reason to skip it, in which case I despise but completely relate to you) is when you get an idea, and your brain cannot immediately work on it, and you keep working away at it in your head, thinking about it, and perfecting it to the point that you are never, ever going to finish it. Or start it. And your brain becomes addicted to thinking about the possible conception of this idea, like a drug.
Oh.
So there's a name for it.
Because I have these ideas all the time, which it is one of the things I loathe about myself. I have never finished anything that I like, but I have all of these good ideas that I never even start.
Sometimes, it's because:
- I am distracted in World Studies/Math/English, and I think of some idea obviously sent from Heaven itself (yeah, that's right), and then I can't do anything about it, because I am in school. I can never start just randomly doing something in class, because I am sure to get caught or miss something that might be on the final.
Other times, it is because:
- I'm outrageously lazy and don't like doing stuff.
Which is bad, bad, bad and really has no excuse except that everyone's doing it Mom my God just leave me alone so I can listen to the sound of my teenage angst alone in my room.
Is there some sort of cure for Brain Crack? Do you have any Brain Crack ideas?
Pretty much every single story I've ever attempted to write is Brain Crack, which goes like this:
"I really like that idea about the ninja princess unicorns who, like, team up with Medusa and, like, go mess up Atlantis. That's a pretty cool idea that, like, everyone will love! People, like, love Atlantis! I am so full of ambition and drive! LET'S DO THIS!"
Two days later:
"I'm kind of bored. What should I do? Maybe write that ninja princess unicorn story that I wanted to write a few days ago? I said I would start that, but then I did something unimportant...maybe I should do that?"
*goes on Internet instead*
Three weeks later:
"Princess...ninja...unicorns? WHY DO I BOTHER THINKING AT ALL? I HATE EVERYTHING."
Three weeks and one day later:
"So I had this totally cool idea, right? There are, like, sea turtles, and they're, like, waiters for this diva of a rooster..."
Quote for Wednesday, June 15, 2011:
Large was his wealth, but larger was his heart.
-John Dryden
Muse for Today:
I am sick of the Internet, and I think I am alone in this opinion.
10 June 2011
A Desperately Scattered Post
Generic Friend: Heyy
Me: Hi.
Generic Friend: What's up?!?
Seriously? I might kill you.
I don't like people who do that. If you are bored, don't spread your ennui my way. I am happy here. On the internet. Or, you know, not on the Internet. Um, yeah. That happens, um, often. All the time. *coughs, refuses to make eye contact, pulls at collar of t-shirt*
As much as I like hearing from my friends, them being bored is not really something that stimulates my interest. Become less boring, and then talk to me.
Oh. I'm a jerk. Don't look at me. DON'T LOOK AT MY TEARS
Exams are over, but I still have to get my results, and I am maybe 89.4% sure I failed math and physics, but I am not worried about anything else. Because I am totallyfreakingwonderful at everything else, right? *begins to cry anew*
Also, I finished Darkly Dreaming Dexter. The ending traumatized me because Jeff Lindsay is a brilliant, annoying sadist who likes toying with the vulnerable feelings of his readers. But I quite like the book, and I would read the second one. Dexter's an interesting guy.
Things what I did today:
- Woke up
- Took an English final
- The bell rang in a disappointingly un-High School Musical way
- But we were let out of school forever! (Until next fall)
- Walked to a restaurant to have breakfast with three of my friends
- Ate breakfast
- It was really good (banana-nut French toast)
- Wandered around my town
- Realized that if you are a group of nerdy teenagers there is nothing to do in my town
- Walked to a craft store
- Bought black half-masks
- Wore them on the street
- I'm fairly sure people in their cars thought we were crazy
- I know at least one of them stared
- Went to my house
- Watched Phineas and Ferb
- Hmm
- Anyway
- Got a shot
- It didn't really hurt that badly
- But I would say that anyway, because I want the Internet to believe that I'm not a sniveling little coward
- Ate pasta
- Gods above, I did a lot of eating today
- And putting it on this list just makes me look like a bigger pig
- Ah well
- I do like eating
- I am watching Tron: Legacy
- And it is well-made and quite technically proficient
- (HONESTLY, GUYS--THEY'RE WEARING LIGHT)
- But Disney needs to stop using the name 'Flynn'
- Tangled and Tron: Legacy had close release dates, and they had 'Flynn Rider' and 'Sam Flynn' respectively
- The next film they release will have a guy named 'Flynn Flynn'
- I wouldn't be surprised
- I am done
- I have to finish watching this film
Quote for Friday, June 10, 2011:
I assure you, a tiger, or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens.
-Isabella Heathcliff
Muse for Today:
Sometimes, being with people you like very much is exhaustive, because you actually care about their opinions. I tend to be more honest with people I barely know than people whom I actually trust. Why is this?
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