Book reports. Book reports. Book reports.
Yes, I have to admit, I do read quite a lot. Therefore, logic says book reports should basically be no problem. Whip up a summary, write down a few randomly sourced quotes and then add a couple fancy words such as "foreshadowing" and "extensive literary devices". Piece of the proverbial gateaux as our physics teacher would say. Yeah ehm, NO.
Why not? because who wants to write a book report on "Gossip Girl" (not that i've read that recently. It's merely an example). That would make you look so incredibly stupid it's not even believable.
Sure, I read my mom's "classics" as she calls them. The books that will shape my way of thinking past texting and facebooking people, but I always end up not remembering a word of what was written in them.
Therefore what must one do? There's the ones who watch the movies, or there's the ones who just wing it. Let's say im a complete winger. A short summary read here and a couple throwings of the book at the wall to find a random page on which it will land from which to source. But don't forget the fancy words!
Book reports. Book reports. Book reports - you are no trouble for me!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Chapter what i presume to be either 21 or 22: LE LOSS OF MY WISDOM
The other day i came to an enchanting conclusion.
What is this conclusion? Right well, I've come to the honest conclusion that im a genius.
i told my parents at dinner the other night.
and they dont understand in what
so i said im a genius at being a genius.
they said people only discover a genius usually after they die or do something miraculous
but i told em im SUCH a genius i know it before it even happens.
then we went on to discuss the himalayas and my dad asked me which countries are near it
and i said tibet and chile
seems like i mixed up chile with nepal.
Also i have a certain problem with cambodia.. yeah but let's not talk bout that.
so yes. im a genius. jst not in geography. i cant do that to save my life
SO after informing a close friend of mine about this, he states:
Him: hahaha
yourr one huge case
Me: what case?
box full on geniality? yes i agree.
but i prefere the term "suitcase" rather than "case"
cause case sounds really rough.
like something apples go in.
Him: thats a crate buddy
you put apple in crates
-.-
once again, my geniality is proven. guess i got mixed up.
Right, where is the problem then? I believe the example above is a CLEAR sign that through the removal of a wisdom tooth, i have lost some of my wisdom. I will, of course, rebuilt it soon, but it is GOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNEEEE for now. OR is it? why exactly wisdom teeth i wonder.. not that they contain wisdom. the bloodly little pieces of tooth i saw being taken out of my mouth didn't look very smart.
Anyway, no worries for now. i still got 3 remaining items of wisdom to use at their best.
So long,
-MARTINA
What is this conclusion? Right well, I've come to the honest conclusion that im a genius.
i told my parents at dinner the other night.
and they dont understand in what
so i said im a genius at being a genius.
they said people only discover a genius usually after they die or do something miraculous
but i told em im SUCH a genius i know it before it even happens.
then we went on to discuss the himalayas and my dad asked me which countries are near it
and i said tibet and chile
seems like i mixed up chile with nepal.
Also i have a certain problem with cambodia.. yeah but let's not talk bout that.
so yes. im a genius. jst not in geography. i cant do that to save my life
SO after informing a close friend of mine about this, he states:
Him: hahaha
yourr one huge case
Me: what case?
box full on geniality? yes i agree.
but i prefere the term "suitcase" rather than "case"
cause case sounds really rough.
like something apples go in.
Him: thats a crate buddy
you put apple in crates
-.-
once again, my geniality is proven. guess i got mixed up.
Right, where is the problem then? I believe the example above is a CLEAR sign that through the removal of a wisdom tooth, i have lost some of my wisdom. I will, of course, rebuilt it soon, but it is GOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNEEEE for now. OR is it? why exactly wisdom teeth i wonder.. not that they contain wisdom. the bloodly little pieces of tooth i saw being taken out of my mouth didn't look very smart.
Anyway, no worries for now. i still got 3 remaining items of wisdom to use at their best.
So long,
-MARTINA
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Chapter 21? Four minutes left!
four minutes left... wait what? TWO? NO!!!! TWO MINUTES LEFT?
OK, OK. it's been too long since i last updated. since ANYONE last updated.
but whenever you have that free moment, what do you do? nothing. sit there wondering what to do. sitting on the chair of your desk wondering why you're wasting your life in such an unproductive manner when it doesn't even make you happy but merely leaves you feeling annoyed because you can't think of what to do.
one minute left...
AAAAAAH math class is frustrating. so frustrating infact, that updating blogs is more interesting.
never in my life will i use vectors. i dont want to drive a train. i dont want to do archery. law doesn't need vectors. economics doesn't need vectors. not even medicine or biology do SO WHY DO WE DO THIS?
doesn't everyone ask themselves this? and i mean EVERYONE! even mathematicians do. but no one can answer.
BLEGH
ok time's up
OK, OK. it's been too long since i last updated. since ANYONE last updated.
but whenever you have that free moment, what do you do? nothing. sit there wondering what to do. sitting on the chair of your desk wondering why you're wasting your life in such an unproductive manner when it doesn't even make you happy but merely leaves you feeling annoyed because you can't think of what to do.
one minute left...
AAAAAAH math class is frustrating. so frustrating infact, that updating blogs is more interesting.
never in my life will i use vectors. i dont want to drive a train. i dont want to do archery. law doesn't need vectors. economics doesn't need vectors. not even medicine or biology do SO WHY DO WE DO THIS?
doesn't everyone ask themselves this? and i mean EVERYONE! even mathematicians do. but no one can answer.
BLEGH
ok time's up
Monday, March 7, 2011
Chapter 20 (seeing as 19 has been substituted with another 17): That Kid
I think everyone has their That Kid.
You know that kid you see everywhere.
Maybe for you it's a That Guy, or a That Chick, or a That Punk. But I'm sure it's a That something and in most cases, you won't know their real name.
My That Kid is a kid with really blonde hair, maybe brown eyes, but he's in the year below me and I see him at least three times a day. That's quite a lot for a guy I don't even know.
It quite funny too, cause you see, I see That Kid everywhere, and I'm pretty sure he sees me everywhere too.
Every now and then we give each other looks that say "again" or "oh you".
It's kind of strange.
The problems with the That Kids' is that you always want to know their names.
The other problem is that once you find out, it's kind of an anticlimax.
When I found out my That Kids name, it just didn't seem to fit.
I mean, after time, it seems normal, and sure you try to actually say their name for a while, but in the end you just resort to That Kid, because that's what he is: That Kid.
And after a while, seeing him doesn't seem too weird anymore. It's like you know it's going to happen.
He was on the train alone once, and tempted as I was, I didn't go sit next to him. I didn't even go say hi.
Because the problem with That Kid is that you don't want him to think your a weirdo, following him around, acknowledging his presence every time you see him. Because your not. Well I do aknowledge that he's there. But you really want to actually say Hey, its me, and tell him your name. And you really actually want to know if he does see you around all the time too. You desperately want to know if your his That Chick or That Girl he sees everywhere to, but there's no real way you can ask him without sounding like a creep.
And there in lies the problem of a That Kid.
You'll never really meet because of the chance that you find out he doesn't see you everywhere. And if he does and you find out, you don't want him thinking your a stalker, although you pretty much know that your not following each other.
A That Kid never goes to being a That Friend I see everywhere because as soon as they're a friend, there's no longer the mystery. And what would you do after you initiated that first hi. Would you wave every time you saw each other? Would you acknowledge that you've actually talked when they pop into sight, which with him being That Kid, would happen a lot.
Honestly, I just want to say hi, without being seen as a creep, and I want to know that he sees as much of me as I do of him. Because I want to know that I'm not over reacting. I'm sure I'm not. Everytime I walk past That Kid when he's with his friends I swear I see his friends looking at me like I'm That Chick.
That Kid's are funny. Annoying but funny. However much you try they're always there, even when you think you're standing in the oddest of places. Because a That Kid will be a That Kid forever.
And all you want to know, is if your his That Kid too. But you never will.
-KELSEY
You know that kid you see everywhere.
Maybe for you it's a That Guy, or a That Chick, or a That Punk. But I'm sure it's a That something and in most cases, you won't know their real name.
My That Kid is a kid with really blonde hair, maybe brown eyes, but he's in the year below me and I see him at least three times a day. That's quite a lot for a guy I don't even know.
It quite funny too, cause you see, I see That Kid everywhere, and I'm pretty sure he sees me everywhere too.
Every now and then we give each other looks that say "again" or "oh you".
It's kind of strange.
The problems with the That Kids' is that you always want to know their names.
The other problem is that once you find out, it's kind of an anticlimax.
When I found out my That Kids name, it just didn't seem to fit.
I mean, after time, it seems normal, and sure you try to actually say their name for a while, but in the end you just resort to That Kid, because that's what he is: That Kid.
And after a while, seeing him doesn't seem too weird anymore. It's like you know it's going to happen.
He was on the train alone once, and tempted as I was, I didn't go sit next to him. I didn't even go say hi.
Because the problem with That Kid is that you don't want him to think your a weirdo, following him around, acknowledging his presence every time you see him. Because your not. Well I do aknowledge that he's there. But you really want to actually say Hey, its me, and tell him your name. And you really actually want to know if he does see you around all the time too. You desperately want to know if your his That Chick or That Girl he sees everywhere to, but there's no real way you can ask him without sounding like a creep.
And there in lies the problem of a That Kid.
You'll never really meet because of the chance that you find out he doesn't see you everywhere. And if he does and you find out, you don't want him thinking your a stalker, although you pretty much know that your not following each other.
A That Kid never goes to being a That Friend I see everywhere because as soon as they're a friend, there's no longer the mystery. And what would you do after you initiated that first hi. Would you wave every time you saw each other? Would you acknowledge that you've actually talked when they pop into sight, which with him being That Kid, would happen a lot.
Honestly, I just want to say hi, without being seen as a creep, and I want to know that he sees as much of me as I do of him. Because I want to know that I'm not over reacting. I'm sure I'm not. Everytime I walk past That Kid when he's with his friends I swear I see his friends looking at me like I'm That Chick.
That Kid's are funny. Annoying but funny. However much you try they're always there, even when you think you're standing in the oddest of places. Because a That Kid will be a That Kid forever.
And all you want to know, is if your his That Kid too. But you never will.
-KELSEY
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
chapter 17: sixteen don't come so often...
| Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. If your my friend, please answer this: Are we Friends or are we not? You told me once But i forgot. So tell me now And tell me true. So i can say.... "i'm here for you Of all the friends i've ever met, you're the one i won't forget. And if i die Before you do, I'll go to heaven And wait for you I'll give the angels Back their wings And risk the loss Of everything. Just to prove my Friendship is true.. to have a friend like you!  |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILIE
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