Sorry about that.
(That's a great song, by the way. It's off of Goddamnit!, which I'm kind of loving right now, in all its debut drunken lovesick punkish glory.)
I don't have anything exciting to report, except that some important lawyer's assistant emailed me to set up a Yale interview. That should be pretty interesting.
Also, I made a third blog for the occasional freewrites/creative writing I spit out every once in a while. (Ready for a youtube moment? Link in the sidebar!) There's a tiger on the top of it that makes me happy.
That's all, folks.
L
12.28.2009
12.24.2009
Ossifer, I swear!
I'm not entirely sure what my tirade against underage drunkenness is going to look like, but for a few months I've been mentally preparing myself to write a scathing little piece where I tell all of the moronic people I constantly read about in my news feed exactly how spineless they are. I need to be in the right mindset, though. A couple times, I've come close to getting the inspiration I really need to just take off on this and not look back until I have 500 words of bitch-slap, which is what I'm holding out for.
My friends, I've kept my mouth shut. I'm good at that.
But you're really starting to piss me off and completely disappoint me at the same time.
Do you have to live by my standards? No. Actually, I'm not entirely sure that most of you have the balls to.
Should your standards be just a little bit higher for yourself?
I think so.
Can't wait to see some of you next week. If anyone actually reads this post, you may want to shut the hell up in advance.
*hearts*
L.
My friends, I've kept my mouth shut. I'm good at that.
But you're really starting to piss me off and completely disappoint me at the same time.
Do you have to live by my standards? No. Actually, I'm not entirely sure that most of you have the balls to.
Should your standards be just a little bit higher for yourself?
I think so.
Can't wait to see some of you next week. If anyone actually reads this post, you may want to shut the hell up in advance.
*hearts*
L.
12.21.2009
perfecta paene sunt.
So I spent my Latin lesson with Magistra reading "The Night Before Christmas" in Latin. Easily made my day.
And (points to title) my applications are almost done. "Almost" as in I have one brainless supplement essay to do that should take me roughly fifteen minutes due to my refined bullshitting skills. Thank you, Catholic school, for eight wonderful years.
I'm pretty happy about this. Duh.
Also, I heard from all my early action schools, including the BC thing. That earned a double take, especially the honors program bit.
They only accept the top 5% of candidates for it.
Yeah. I know. I don't know what to think about it yet, but I'm avoiding too much thinking at this point. My general lack-of-thought process: I'm in BC. I like BC. This is good. Christmas is almost here. More importantly (sorry, Jesus) vacation is a day away and I have a paper due tomorrow but after that I get to spend a day at school eating cookies and watching movies and folding paper stars and sitting on the gym floor with the rest of the seniors while Brady has an extended story time and doing absolutely BLISSFUL NOTHING.
Why am I this excited? I don't know. There's just something about doing nothing at school that's way more rewarding than doing nothing every other day of the year, and I feel like a five-year old waiting for snack time.
This, my friends, is what the Christmas spirit is all about.
L
And (points to title) my applications are almost done. "Almost" as in I have one brainless supplement essay to do that should take me roughly fifteen minutes due to my refined bullshitting skills. Thank you, Catholic school, for eight wonderful years.
I'm pretty happy about this. Duh.
Also, I heard from all my early action schools, including the BC thing. That earned a double take, especially the honors program bit.
They only accept the top 5% of candidates for it.
Yeah. I know. I don't know what to think about it yet, but I'm avoiding too much thinking at this point. My general lack-of-thought process: I'm in BC. I like BC. This is good. Christmas is almost here. More importantly (sorry, Jesus) vacation is a day away and I have a paper due tomorrow but after that I get to spend a day at school eating cookies and watching movies and folding paper stars and sitting on the gym floor with the rest of the seniors while Brady has an extended story time and doing absolutely BLISSFUL NOTHING.
Why am I this excited? I don't know. There's just something about doing nothing at school that's way more rewarding than doing nothing every other day of the year, and I feel like a five-year old waiting for snack time.
This, my friends, is what the Christmas spirit is all about.
L
12.17.2009
Ouch / Yum.
Hot chocolate makes everything better.
I've been trying this mint chocolate truffle kind that's completely amazing and good for the soul.
Other than that, I don't really feel like blogging today, so maybe I'll try again tomorrow.
L
I've been trying this mint chocolate truffle kind that's completely amazing and good for the soul.
Other than that, I don't really feel like blogging today, so maybe I'll try again tomorrow.
L
12.09.2009
Mox.
Writing's straitlaced punctual formality sometimes
permits the words to arrange themselves as they please,
seated systematically by handmaids in petticoats to a timely repast
of a conveyed idea. then shifting gears
like a cherry red Ferrari slide in
the apostrophes and contractions &toomany-ands-buts-ors
(polysyndeton being currently indisposed at the moment)
plugging up and slowing down the sentence flow,
blotting things up as they please as long as it
SAYS SOMETHING, say anything,
Say what? and the dialogue speeds back and forth
like a ping-pong match to the
tune of trashy pop in the background--
"Yeah. That's right."That's what I thought.Take that!WHAT NOW,
breathlessly running down spit-stained sidewalks from flipping off
all the polysyllabic briefcased hotshots three blocks up.
(If you're wondering what that's about, I had gone back through my posts and found a really cool freewrite I did the October before last... So I tried it again.)
I'm just plugging away at some more application joy, and that was my writing release.
Pray for me.
Or shoot me, whichever comes first.
L
[Edit]
(Here we go again.)
Walk it out.
Walk it out, like my calf has cramped up in the sixth inning,
two outs in, playing second base against that girl
with the monster line drive--
churning up the dust in the diamond,
swirling around, blowing drily in a cloud fed by the breeze
that kicks the sand up into my eyes...
Strike one.
I'm standing out in the field,
standing out in the field but my leg is still stiff,
stiff like my writing style right now,
cramped into this formalized diction and 800 SAT word banks
that scream Trust Fund Baby.
I can't sound like a heiress. They already have those;
they don't need another one.
Why can't I sound like me, like the ex-second baseman,
who knows what it's like
when the dust gets kicked around in the sixth inning
and can still go on with a leg cramp and the sun in her eyes
and gets a watermelon slush with her team when the game is over.
[/Edit]
permits the words to arrange themselves as they please,
seated systematically by handmaids in petticoats to a timely repast
of a conveyed idea. then shifting gears
like a cherry red Ferrari slide in
the apostrophes and contractions &toomany-ands-buts-ors
(polysyndeton being currently indisposed at the moment)
plugging up and slowing down the sentence flow,
blotting things up as they please as long as it
SAYS SOMETHING, say anything,
Say what? and the dialogue speeds back and forth
like a ping-pong match to the
tune of trashy pop in the background--
"Yeah. That's right."That's what I thought.Take that!WHAT NOW,
breathlessly running down spit-stained sidewalks from flipping off
all the polysyllabic briefcased hotshots three blocks up.
(If you're wondering what that's about, I had gone back through my posts and found a really cool freewrite I did the October before last... So I tried it again.)
I'm just plugging away at some more application joy, and that was my writing release.
Pray for me.
Or shoot me, whichever comes first.
L
[Edit]
(Here we go again.)
Walk it out.
Walk it out, like my calf has cramped up in the sixth inning,
two outs in, playing second base against that girl
with the monster line drive--
churning up the dust in the diamond,
swirling around, blowing drily in a cloud fed by the breeze
that kicks the sand up into my eyes...
Strike one.
I'm standing out in the field,
standing out in the field but my leg is still stiff,
stiff like my writing style right now,
cramped into this formalized diction and 800 SAT word banks
that scream Trust Fund Baby.
I can't sound like a heiress. They already have those;
they don't need another one.
Why can't I sound like me, like the ex-second baseman,
who knows what it's like
when the dust gets kicked around in the sixth inning
and can still go on with a leg cramp and the sun in her eyes
and gets a watermelon slush with her team when the game is over.
[/Edit]
11.29.2009
Crescere
[Edit]
Later, 10:40 PM.
It's done. Or at least something's done.
I posted it on my essay blog.
http://rightingleft.blogspot.com/
(And no, I didn't go in the direction that I thought I was going to, but at least SOMETHING'S. DONE. That makes me happy =D)
[/Edit]
For some reason, writing here really seemed to help me out with this essay. So I'm going to try to get back in the zone.
It's getting harder and harder to write about my past and how I got to be here now since, for the first time, I'm more focused on where I'm going than where I am.
But that just helped already. I think I have a first sentence.
L
Later, 10:40 PM.
It's done. Or at least something's done.
I posted it on my essay blog.
http://rightingleft.blogspot.com/
(And no, I didn't go in the direction that I thought I was going to, but at least SOMETHING'S. DONE. That makes me happy =D)
[/Edit]
For some reason, writing here really seemed to help me out with this essay. So I'm going to try to get back in the zone.
It's getting harder and harder to write about my past and how I got to be here now since, for the first time, I'm more focused on where I'm going than where I am.
But that just helped already. I think I have a first sentence.
L
11.28.2009
Woah, back it up (addition to last post)
So I forgot to go through the whole "Where I am right now" outline of my life at the moment. Ugh. There I go deviating from the system again.
So, my current life status:
1. PETER PAN. Is a little more elaboration needed? I'll elaborate. My studio is doing Peter Pan for a show in June... and I get the green tights. It's going to be four kinds of epic.
2. Senior class VP. Nothing too exciting, you may say. Well, I beg to differ. This was the first election I've won straight out since sixth grade. I beat the football captain. Literally every class office type of thing I've been in since eighth grade has been either unfair or I got defaulted in. So, for my last election, I won full out. It was a good feeling, like coming home to something.
a) Also, I got to play around with the intercom for two mornings at school. I still miss it.
3. Lit Mag editor-in-chief -- we knew that. It's my child. "Hi, I'm seventeen. My baby is four." That kind of thing.
4. Yearbook co-editor-that-kind-of-acts-as-editor-in-chief. I have the tendency to kind of take over the leadership of any group I'm a part of. My readers probably don't know that about me. I can see your Floridian shock from here, V.
5. The NLC.
That's a painful one. I have plans for it, but it still hurts.
I really did love that thing.
RIP.
But not for long...
(I might elaborate on that if I want to post three times tonight.)
6. I'm translating The Aeneid. I really like it.
7. I'm getting back into my poetry and my art and stuff, which is kind of an awesome thing. Those are two things that I keep forgetting about even though they're a huge part of me.
8. I also keep forgetting how much I like this blog. It's a good thing.
9. I had an essay blog for a while. That was kind of a fun deviation. Maybe I'll revisit it someday.
10. I get to make a speech on Monday! For junior English, we all had to write five-minute speeches for class according to these contest rules from the Rotary Club, and the best few would go on to the actual contest. I wrote mine about the arts, and naturally I got really into it. So, I went to the contest at the Rotary Club and won second, which was a huge honor since some of my friends wrote really amazing stuff. The coolest thing was the response I got from it, though. People I didn't know who were in the audience came up to me afterward and told me how they connected to what I said, and that was, hands down, even better than the $350 check I got from it. So, in two days, I'm resurrecting the speech and giving it to my school. I'm psyched, as usual, just because it's a really cool opportunity to share what I think with a bunch people who don't really know me that well even though they see me every day, along with my friends of course. It'll be worth it if they get anything out of it. Still, there's something about talking to your school about something as close to me as that speech that makes me nervous. It always does. I'm glad for the practice,.
11. This is kind of a cool time because I'm actually starting to think that I'm going somewhere. I mean, I knew I wasn't a complete slouch, but everyone around me always seemed to think I had some big destiny in front of me... and I wasn't really convinced. When it comes down to it, I'm just another chick who likes books and random awesome stuff. Two things happened, though, that have me wondering what the hell I'm headed for.
THING 1: I'm currently class valedictorian. Shocked doesn't even come close to describing the look on my face when I found that out. There are some brilliant people in my class, and honestly most of them work harder than I do. I think.
(Is it bad that I'm already writing my speech? I can't help it, I love making speeches.)
THING 2: Just when I thought the V-word was shocking, I experienced Ultra Shock 2100. October 29, 2009: SAT scores are out. I got a 2240 overall.
And an 800 on Critical Reading.
I was late to school because I was staring at my computer screen for five minutes.
I burst out crying every time I thought about it getting ready that morning.
It was beyond awesome. I really can't describe what that felt like. Even when I don't get into my top schools, I'll always have that. Strangely enough, even though I know that a number doesn't really mean anything, that particular one made so much of what I've been through these past few years worth it.
Like I said, no matter what happens in these next few months, I'll always have that.
Now, to get the NLC back...
<3
L
So, my current life status:
1. PETER PAN. Is a little more elaboration needed? I'll elaborate. My studio is doing Peter Pan for a show in June... and I get the green tights. It's going to be four kinds of epic.
2. Senior class VP. Nothing too exciting, you may say. Well, I beg to differ. This was the first election I've won straight out since sixth grade. I beat the football captain. Literally every class office type of thing I've been in since eighth grade has been either unfair or I got defaulted in. So, for my last election, I won full out. It was a good feeling, like coming home to something.
a) Also, I got to play around with the intercom for two mornings at school. I still miss it.
3. Lit Mag editor-in-chief -- we knew that. It's my child. "Hi, I'm seventeen. My baby is four." That kind of thing.
4. Yearbook co-editor-that-kind-of-acts-as-editor-in-chief. I have the tendency to kind of take over the leadership of any group I'm a part of. My readers probably don't know that about me. I can see your Floridian shock from here, V.
5. The NLC.
That's a painful one. I have plans for it, but it still hurts.
I really did love that thing.
RIP.
But not for long...
(I might elaborate on that if I want to post three times tonight.)
6. I'm translating The Aeneid. I really like it.
7. I'm getting back into my poetry and my art and stuff, which is kind of an awesome thing. Those are two things that I keep forgetting about even though they're a huge part of me.
8. I also keep forgetting how much I like this blog. It's a good thing.
9. I had an essay blog for a while. That was kind of a fun deviation. Maybe I'll revisit it someday.
10. I get to make a speech on Monday! For junior English, we all had to write five-minute speeches for class according to these contest rules from the Rotary Club, and the best few would go on to the actual contest. I wrote mine about the arts, and naturally I got really into it. So, I went to the contest at the Rotary Club and won second, which was a huge honor since some of my friends wrote really amazing stuff. The coolest thing was the response I got from it, though. People I didn't know who were in the audience came up to me afterward and told me how they connected to what I said, and that was, hands down, even better than the $350 check I got from it. So, in two days, I'm resurrecting the speech and giving it to my school. I'm psyched, as usual, just because it's a really cool opportunity to share what I think with a bunch people who don't really know me that well even though they see me every day, along with my friends of course. It'll be worth it if they get anything out of it. Still, there's something about talking to your school about something as close to me as that speech that makes me nervous. It always does. I'm glad for the practice,.
11. This is kind of a cool time because I'm actually starting to think that I'm going somewhere. I mean, I knew I wasn't a complete slouch, but everyone around me always seemed to think I had some big destiny in front of me... and I wasn't really convinced. When it comes down to it, I'm just another chick who likes books and random awesome stuff. Two things happened, though, that have me wondering what the hell I'm headed for.
THING 1: I'm currently class valedictorian. Shocked doesn't even come close to describing the look on my face when I found that out. There are some brilliant people in my class, and honestly most of them work harder than I do. I think.
(Is it bad that I'm already writing my speech? I can't help it, I love making speeches.)
THING 2: Just when I thought the V-word was shocking, I experienced Ultra Shock 2100. October 29, 2009: SAT scores are out. I got a 2240 overall.
And an 800 on Critical Reading.
I was late to school because I was staring at my computer screen for five minutes.
I burst out crying every time I thought about it getting ready that morning.
It was beyond awesome. I really can't describe what that felt like. Even when I don't get into my top schools, I'll always have that. Strangely enough, even though I know that a number doesn't really mean anything, that particular one made so much of what I've been through these past few years worth it.
Like I said, no matter what happens in these next few months, I'll always have that.
Now, to get the NLC back...
<3
L
Golly, a blog!
As usual, it's been 5.6284 hundred thousand days since I've posted.
Considering the fact that I don't know if anyone reads this anymore, I'm ok with that.
I need to squeeze out one more essay to convince myself that this vacation hasn't been absolutely useless and unproductive. The truth: it has been extremely unproductive... but I have a day to change that! (Yay?)
If I finish this one random application and make decent progress on my supplements I'll call it a win. If I don't, I'm a little screwed.
So I just want one more essay done. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece (though I do like masterpieces and I'm not going to complain), it just has to be good enough that I won't be ashamed to send it to the Ivies.
...shit.
I decided on a topic though. That's definitely progress. And guess what? It's what I love to talk about, especially with lots of whining and melodrama on the blog I barely use.
Finally, I have a reason to write my narrative: Lauren vs. New Hampshire, a Masshole's account of the Granite State.
Maybe I'll fix the title a little bit. And make it less whiny and melodramatic, so it's not just 5 paragraphs of full out bashing, but I have a topic.
I just need the words and the force behind them.
And this, my friends, is why I could never freelance.
L
Considering the fact that I don't know if anyone reads this anymore, I'm ok with that.
I need to squeeze out one more essay to convince myself that this vacation hasn't been absolutely useless and unproductive. The truth: it has been extremely unproductive... but I have a day to change that! (Yay?)
If I finish this one random application and make decent progress on my supplements I'll call it a win. If I don't, I'm a little screwed.
So I just want one more essay done. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece (though I do like masterpieces and I'm not going to complain), it just has to be good enough that I won't be ashamed to send it to the Ivies.
...shit.
I decided on a topic though. That's definitely progress. And guess what? It's what I love to talk about, especially with lots of whining and melodrama on the blog I barely use.
Finally, I have a reason to write my narrative: Lauren vs. New Hampshire, a Masshole's account of the Granite State.
Maybe I'll fix the title a little bit. And make it less whiny and melodramatic, so it's not just 5 paragraphs of full out bashing, but I have a topic.
I just need the words and the force behind them.
And this, my friends, is why I could never freelance.
L
5.06.2009
You know what's funny? Just this year, I realized that I moved from a place where the entire Republican party is a standing joke to the elephant's stronghold itself. Or one of them. I suppose Texas trumps New Hampshire.
I'm planning a new NLC story. It's going to be about a superhero who dedicates his life to battling awkwardness, and that's about as far as I've gotten. It should be good, though. It's promising at least. As much as I love all my current characters, they've developed lives of their own and definitely need a break. We can consider this a break in the normal scene, a deviation of sorts. Think TTT style. I'm looking forward to it.
Since I don't have anything in particular on my mind, I'll tell you about my month. SATs were last saturday, and my AP US History exam is on Friday. May 22nd is prom, which is just a fantastic event in and of itself (ask me about it, I already have my mandatory horror story) and May 30th is recital (!). We're doing The Lion King this year. I'm Scar. It's going to be absolutely effing fantastic. School gets out June 17th.
Hopefully my life will start up sometime relatively soon, because I kind of miss feeling like a human being XD
L
I'm planning a new NLC story. It's going to be about a superhero who dedicates his life to battling awkwardness, and that's about as far as I've gotten. It should be good, though. It's promising at least. As much as I love all my current characters, they've developed lives of their own and definitely need a break. We can consider this a break in the normal scene, a deviation of sorts. Think TTT style. I'm looking forward to it.
Since I don't have anything in particular on my mind, I'll tell you about my month. SATs were last saturday, and my AP US History exam is on Friday. May 22nd is prom, which is just a fantastic event in and of itself (ask me about it, I already have my mandatory horror story) and May 30th is recital (!). We're doing The Lion King this year. I'm Scar. It's going to be absolutely effing fantastic. School gets out June 17th.
Hopefully my life will start up sometime relatively soon, because I kind of miss feeling like a human being XD
L
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