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Nerdom


“…because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’.”
― John Green
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If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m a nerd. I admit this full out, without restraint or hesitation. I wasn’t always so open about this fact, but trust me, it was painfully obvious to everyone around me. Don’t believe me? Let me list my nerdy attributes. I have a blog. I spend a good portion of time on my tumblr. At school you will almost always find my head stuck in a book, or hand furiously scribing in my notebook that I designed and laminated with quotes about writing. I’m a writer, and spend hours of each day devoted to thinking about/talking to my characters. I make detailed drawing of what  I believe my main character looks like:

 

And then upload that picture onto my computer so I can make a book cover out of it:

I spend a few too many hours devoted solely to finding videos on youtube searching for parodies of songs, and songs about books I’ve read. I can quote Twilight off the cuff, no problem. Say just about anything and I can associate it with a song, and will burst out singing despite the fact that I have an awful voice. I do Nanowrimo, I have a pen name. I get a large portion of my social life by talking to my online friends who I have never met. I spend a great deal of time with these online friends, role-playing with our novel characters. I have a large portion of memory devoted just to Disney songs. I collect pens. I ship fictional characters that come from totally different worlds, and spend months counting down to the release dates of books from my favorite authors.

I could go on guys. The point is, I’m a nerd. But the much greater point of this post is that we all are, at least in part, slightly on the nerdy side. Being a nerd has led me to passionately explore different routes of entertainment to pursue these nerdy things, and had led to a great number of friendships without which my life would be sadly lacking. There’s nothing wrong with being passionate about things. In fact, many of the people who have made a lasting impression on our world have been, beautifully, wholeheartedly nerdy. If they had been too afraid to be passionate, where would we be? Where would our technology be without Steve Jobs, or Bill Gates? Where would entertainment be without Walt Disney? What if one of your passions could turn out to be something as powerful as these individuals’ passions were? What are you nerdy about?

I’ll wrap up this post with just a couple more quotes from John green.

“Saying ‘I notice you’re a nerd’ is like saying, ‘Hey, I notice that you’d rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you’d rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?’ In fact, it seems to me that most contemporary insults are pretty lame. Even ‘lame’ is kind of lame. Saying ‘You’re lame’ is like saying ‘You walk with a limp.’ Yeah, whatever, so does 50 Cent, and he’s done all right for himself.”
John Green

“Gentlemen, nerd girls are the world’s greatest underutilized romantic resource.”
John Green

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Well that’s all for now. So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

~Rose

 

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My Masochistic Mind


A film is – or should be – more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what’s behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later.
Stanley Kubrick

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I have read, in several places, that one way to learn how to plot well, is to dissect the movies you watch. Like my choice in reading materials, often my movie experiences are emotional roller coasters.  What can I say, I’m a masochist at heart. Last night I went on a netflix rampage. I should add here, dear readers, that I usually try to avoid that website at all costs. As much of a time drain that youtube is, at the end of the day, Youtube videos are generally only around four minutes long. Netflix holds movies and entire series at the click of a mouse with no interruptions beside the occasional slow browser. I have an addictive personality guys. Entire weeks can be lost to Netflix. I certainly do not need that right now. 

 

None the less, I willing stepped into the quicksand. I began with Ted Talks. I don’t know if I have mentioned my recent obsession with these, but let me tell you, when I get started on these, it never ends quickly, or without some sort of guilt for not devoting all my time to saving the world or something. Of course I want to save the world. I just don’t know how to do it. Anyway, after I had crawled my way through those like a whipped puppy, I found myself staring of the cliff of the long, dangerous fall, that is a tear-jerk-er Hallmark movie. This one, The Shunning. took place in an Amish community. We followed a girl, Katie, who was about to be wed to the local Bishop. When we first meet Katie, we see her sneaking off to find a hidden guitar, an object that would not please her people. Later, she learns she is adopted, and decides she can’t go through with the wedding. 

 

I became so attached to Katie that I was crying for the last solid thirty minutes of the movie. She was real to me. The movie makers had perfectly kept up that essential suspension of belief. I want my characters to be like that; to be so real, not only to me, but to anyone who may read my work. For the most part, my characters are real to me. They have unique voices, appearances, back stories, thoughts… everything that real people have. I just wonder if that is displayed to those around me.

 

Anyway, I began this cry fest following my walk home in a whirlwind of cotton infested air from my job. We were in the actual pool today, and I spent my two hours with my head stuck in various confined spaces along with mold and multiple, various cleaning supplies. Needless to say, by the end of the night, my head was not feeling so well. Twenty minutes and six ibuprofen later (I generally take Excedrin for I’m all but immune to the healing affects of most headache medicine; thus the upped dosage) I was on my way to dreamland.

 

I had a very interesting dream last night, and it was similar in style to ones I’ve had multiple times before. I was in a building very similar to the church I was born into… I was looking for something, but also I got the feeling that I was running from something else and trying to escape. My main obstacle in doing this however was the slew of stairs that never led the way I thought they were going to and were utterly confusing. At one point I began following a wiener dog up the stark white, wooden stairs, but he led me farther astray than I was when I was alone. I woke up right as I reached the top of the stairs and came to a balcony which overlooked a thirty story building. I felt trapped and realized that the only way down was through the stairs or to jump. My eyes opened to reality before I made this decision. I have no idea what that was about. I’d blame it on the meds and fumes if not for the similarities to other dreams I’ve had.

 

I rolled over and grabbed my phone only to find five new text messages from my Spanish partner asking which vocab words I had on my section of our script. That was a great thought to wake up to. I have a strong, passionate hate for that class, and I didn’t want to begin my Sunday that way. Oh well, it needed to be done.  

 

Now that I’m typing this I’m listening to a selection of John Mayer songs on Youtube while smelling the baked potatoes in the oven for lunch. I don’t want to even think about all the homework I have to do today, but I don’t have a choice. Again, I’m thanking the good Lord that I don’t have school tomorrow.

Through my Eyes

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Well that’s all for now guys. So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

~ Rose


Natalie Goldberg ~ Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Nothing is that important. Just lie down ~

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Today was nearly unbearably too long, especially after an hour long awards assembly which, when it finally came to a close, had us so tired and downright bored that the class period after that felt like its own personal kind of hell.  Not to mention my last class was going over in extensive detail of all the ways that energy drinks are bad for you. Although, this topic was much more enjoyable then that of two days ago when that featured images of meth addicts and people who had been victims of drunk driving accident. The only redeeming quality of that class is that I sit right next to the guy I like.
There were two bright spots of this day. First, was lunch when my biology teacher dressed up as one of the flying monkeys on Wizard of Oz as was the agreement if we raised enough money for this fundraiser the school held a few weeks ago. He walked through the outdoor commons during lunch surrounded by an entourage of yearbook photographers. Second came during my drama class as we were practicing for our final scenes. My group is doing a modern Cinderella in which two godmothers, one good and one bad, are trying to sway Cindy’s mind on something she has planned. (I’m the evil godmother *smirks*) What made this a bright spot however, was our forcing one of the senors to take our parts, first as Cinderella, and then as both of the godmothers. That kid is hilarious, and I sincerely hope he pursues a career in entertainment.
As for this moment I am preparing to go to job training which starts in a half an hour while simultaneously watching Two and a Half Men and listening to Michael Buble. I’m incredibly nervous for this, but I should get going. I’ll post again tomorrow.
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Well that’s all for now, So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)
~Rose

Moments of Beauty


Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.
Henry David Thoreau

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So, a few months ago my sister and I made the long journey of a road-trip that ended in Spokane, Washington for a concert there. We arrived several hours before said concert, so after driving around in circles to find the restaurant we wanted, and a short stint at one of the many malls there, we went to a nearby park. It was a gorgeous day, and I happened to have my camera handy as we took a leisurely stroll through the paths (and off them if I could convince her to go that way) snapping photos as I saw fit. I decided that I would share a few of these shots with you, my dear blog readers.
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Well that’s all for now, so until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)
~Rose

Eric Hoffer: “The feeling of being hurried is not usually the result of living a full life and having no time. It is on the contrary born of a vague fear that we are wasting our life. When we do not do the one thing we ought to do, we have no time for anything else- we are the busiest people in the world.”

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I feel as though I have not been able to catch my breath today. Even now, as I am typing this up, I am simultaneously researching for my science project and editing, again, my English paper. I skipped my last class in school today (excused by my parents, of course,) leaving at about two o’clock so that I would be able to pick up the paperwork for my new job, and open a bank account which was necessary, due to the pool’s new direct deposit requirement.Grabbing the paperwork was the easiest part of my day, as I was assisted by a kind old lady who highlighted the parts I needed to fill out, and explained some of the more technical details pertaining to taxes and such.

When we called ahead, the bank said that opening a bank account would take only fifteen minutes.Riggggghhhhttttt.Almost three hours later, everyone involved was pretty annoyed about the whole process. When we first got in the bank, we were asked to wait ten minutes for a ladyin training to assist us. I stress this because the time it took was more than partially due to her slowness. About forty-five minutes into our meeting with her, she tells us that my school ID, which works for everything else in the world, would not be accepted her and that I would have to get a State Issued one. Great. Just Great.

So we went to the office where ID and Driver’s Licenses are issued, and were met by a rude, gossipy woman who informed us we would need my birth certificate to get it. So we drove home, shuffled around boxes, found the safe and returned to the offices, paper certifying my birth in tow. When we got back, another rude lady met us and told us that my mom had to have an in state drivers license and a piece of mail addressed to her. This, of course, did not make us happy. Plus my sister had a doctors appointment that she was already late for, so we were left with no choice but to let me stay there, and call in my dad, away from his job, to come show an in state driver’s license. Fifteen zillion trivial questions, and one bad picture later I had my temporary ID and was on my way to finish opening that account. FinishingThat only took another hour.

When I was finally able to go home, I scarfed down a quick sandwich and promptly began working on my mountain of homework, as well as listening/half-watching a live show with Jackson Pearce ( http://jackson-pearce.com/ ) on how she goes about outlining. Upon finishing that I jumped in for a quickie shower, totally fictionalized an interview that I was supposed to give to a person who lived through the sixties (Sorry teacher, I just don’t know anyone that I actually talk to that lived through that period of time) filled out that paperwork, wrote up the paper on said fictionalized interview, continued researching and editing and now typing this. Okay, so blogging should fall pretty low on my list of things to do in a day, but at the moment, it is my only mental reprieve. Lord knows I need it.

~Through My Eyes~

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Well that’s all for now guys, I must be off to bed so I can get up early and do more homework. Yay!

So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

~Rose

Puppy Pow Wow


All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
Otto Dix

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I don’t have a lot of time today to write a well thought out post. The reason for this lay mainly on the notebook page of things I need to get done this week, most of which is either due tomorrow, or seriously needs to be started tonight; namely, that insanity packed musical screenplay which I was told was due next Thursday has been bumped up. He’s asking for a working script by tomorrow. My gosh. Plus I have to type up another rough draft to this narrative essay for my English class, adding in absolutes and appositives as well as fixing and adding things according to our peer evaluations. On top of this I have seventy five math problems I need to do, five workbook pages and a big vocab list for Spanish, and six posters on the animal kingdoms for biology. Gah.
In other, somewhat unexpected news, the job for the pool just called asking me if I wanted the position. I was like *inward squee* Yes! What makes this unexpected is that they had called me on Saturday telling me that they had already filled it, which was disappointing, but I hadn’t really  thought that I had done well on the interview.
Anyway to supplement this quickie post, I decided to post some of the photos of my and my brother’s dogs which I took yesterday. The Cocker spaniel is named Buster, and my brothers dog, Ginger, is the beagle. Enjoy!
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And for the Through My Eyes portion of today’s post
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Well, that’s all for now guys, So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

Through My Eyes


In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it. – Emile Zola

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I’ve always loved the idea of photography; to take on simple picture and have it display a powerful emotion. When I was little, I would always steal my parents’ camera while we were driving somewhere (as my ability to go places on my own was limited at best) and snap pictures of the world traveling by. Of course, they weren’t exactly quality photos, seeing as we were moving, but every once in a while passable one would come up and we could keep it.

There is a certain power that comes from holding a camera in your hands; it’s a portal through which you may show others how you see the world. I recall the excitement I felt the first time my parents bought me a disposable camera, and I went around taking pictures of all my dolls and favorite places. Click, Click, Click. They weren’t perfect, not by a long shot, but I still have each of them saved in a little photo album of mine. Oh, how proud I was of them.

Then, on Christmas when I was ten years old, I received my first digital camera. Admittedly, it was a piece of crap, but oh, to me, it was the most precious of items. I would carry it around, capturing my pets and friends, rooms of my house, and vacations galore; it became a new ritual for me to tote it to school on the last day, forever embalming their faces, frozen in time. By now, I’ve advanced to a much higher quality camera, but I still have that old clunker, for memory’s sake.

Christmas this year, I was gifted a tiny wooden drawing mannequin keychain, from my sister. It was sort of an inside joke; our town’s Jr. High art teacher was this wacky, eccentric old man who had this old drawing mannequin (much larger than my keychain) that he kept in the back, only to wheal out at the beginning of each semester, pose him in wacky ways, and tell us to sketch out what we see, from where we were sitting.  He always introduced the mannequin as Fred, and explained that the piece of duck tape covering his mouth for the sake of his own sanity, because Fred would never shut up when he was packed away in storage. I’ve taken a lot of art classes throughout the years, but by far, this one was the most memorable; he changed the way I looked at the world. So in honor of him, I have this key chain, appropriately named, Fred Jr.

I couldn’t stand to just shove Fred Jr. onto some key ring, and forget about him; he had such character, such personality, and I wanted to document this in some way. So I turned back to my old friend, the camera.  I’ve taken dozens of photos of him posed around my house and neighbor hood, and every chance I get, I add to this collection. So I have decided to start something to add to the end of my blog posts. This little segment called Through My Eyes featuring none other than Fred Jr. Tell me what you think of my little friend. Don’t be shy, he doesn’t bite.

Well that’s all for now, so until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)