Winter. Winter.

Today I was reminded of my odd fascination with famous last words. I looked over some of the ones I gave in my speech last year completely about famous last words, and they made me laugh yet again.

"I've had 18 straight whiskeys, I think that's the record." - Dylan Thomas (poet)

"Either this wallpaper goes, or I do." - Oscar Wilde

When told he was going to die, Lope de Vega said, "Alright then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick."

One of my personal favorites...

"MOOSE... INDIAN..." Henry David Thoreau

General John Cedric, a civil war general was in battle when he said, "They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist... "

"Am I dying, or is it my birthday?" Lady Nancy Astor

"I am about to -- or I am going to -- die: either expression is correct." Dominique Bouhours, French grammarian (I find this funny, but maybe it's just because it's something I would do...)

"Go away... I'm alright" H.G. Wells

"Good bye. Why am I hemorraging?" Boris Parternak (writer)

"Do you think it was the sausage?" Paul Claudel (writer)

....and I could go on. I like them. It's probably my favorite speech I have ever given.

My fascination started after I read John Green's Looking for Alaska, in which the main character was a bit of a last word genius. He knew hundreds.

You know what I love? Living in a dorm when it comes to shared iTunes playlists. When I need a break from pandora, I always have at least ten people's iTunes playlists on my fingertips. However, this has also caused me to believe I've found myself potentially very good friends. I mean, you can tell quite a bit about a person from their music taste. This is all I know about these people, but I already can tell which ones I get along with more. For the most case. I'm not being judgmental, just... does this make sense?

If all goes well, I'll be in Choir, Band, Intro to Lit (focusing entirely on Harry Potter!), and Intro to creative writing next semester. (Well, and bio and some form of math, but we'll just overlook those for now) Those four classes make me very very very quite excited. I almost want to sign up for one of the creative writing night classes that goes from 6-9:45. SO long, I know... but I think this would be fun.

Anywhovillers.

Rad: Ugly Holiday Sweaters. Probably this movie.

Unrad: Losing your chapstick countless times a day.

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Moving Onward.

We mustn't be so serious. Therefore, I am doing a 180 from the last blog, and being quite ridiculous for this one. It's only necessary. One may begin to think I am overly emotional. What a fallacy.

I love very many things about this photograph. Her shorts (which I envy), her rollerblades, her tights, her bracelets, the ridiculous position she's in, her facial expression, the color palate, and most definitely her location.

This is basically my mood after a long day of wallowing in thought. I get in an unusually good mood. Almost... bipolar, you may say.

Just kidding, dear readers.

Things to say, but no eloquent long way of saying them so i will put them in convenient bilingual list form:

Uno - Don't bother with strawberry daiquiri Sobe. No good.

Dos - I know my exact room and exact roommate for next year. I'm undoubtedly excited to be in the nicest dorms on campus.

Tres - I am banning myself from facebook today. I've already wanted to post like three different statuses. Even one about banning myself from facebook. Alas, I cannot.

Cuatro - I bought eggnog for the first time of the season. It's my first personal hint of the holidays. I still remain able to fight the Christmas music urge, however strong it may be increasing.

Cinco - 17 days until I see my best friend/soulmate for the first time in 3 months. No big deal.

I wonder if I am a horrible person. Perhaps. I shall pray.

This was a short, rather pointless blog, but I feel like it was needed to push the last one down the page. I don't want that one hogging the prominent blog space for longer than necessary.

Rad: Taylor Swift on SNL. More specifically her monologue, Shakira impression, and Twilight parody.

Unrad: EW. Who does he think he is? Michael Jackson? I always knew I had a reason for liking Mark Mcgwire more back in the day.

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Eleven Eight

Life experiences. What do I have to say about them? Not much.

But...

I have them. Especially today.

I don't think my mind has fully settled to step back and view this day from a third person point of view. This is important... looking at your decisions (or lack thereof) from a third person's point of view. As if they were happening to someone else. It's very dangerous to make decisions when you have emotions trying to creep into your logic and screw it for all it's worth. Third person. Step back and take a look. SO hard to do.

I feel I am still on the roller coaster, but I'm quite close to getting off for good. My body was just thrown and jerked all the way down from a steep drop until it ended with a thud, before the smooth sailing to the end arrived. It still hasn't.

Today is November 8th, 2009.

I am eighteeen.

I am wearing a red long sleeve shirt, my payless flower flats, Charlotte Russe necklace, my ring that reminds me of the crown of thorns, Vigoss jeans, glasses, and my hair is straight.

Bollocks.

I am behind on my novel, because all of my emotional creative juices were stuffed into one compartment, and I cannot find my way back into the necessary compartments. Not my fault.

Not my fault is what I wish I could say, and what I have convinced myself to believe. So let me be, please.

Life experiences. I still have nothing quite insightful to say on the topic, except for the fact that I am glad for them. Good and bad. Stupid and smart. I used to learn often by observing other people make mistakes, and following their examples. I've just begun to make more of the mistakes myself, and I am thankful for this as well. God is teaching me from a more direct perspective, and giving me the ability to relate to people on topics at a more personal, relatable level. However wonderfully frustrating the mistake.

I apologize if you may be reading this and have no idea what I am talking about. If you do, thank you for your honest friendship. If you don't, ask me about it sometime. Perhaps I share with you the story.

Well, goodbye November 8th, 2009.

You will be remembered.

Rad: The girls I talked with today. You're special, I hope you know that. Thank you.

Unrad: A certain gender. Take a wild guess on which it is.

There is nothing you can do that could make me love you less. - Nooma Episode 10

I think you are just so pleasant.

Aaron Yoo was in the movie we watched last night (21). Needless to say, I a slight field day. Don't worry though, I quickly educated everyone in the room on how they are indeed two different actors.

Anyway, I like variables. Yet, however great, however exciting your variables in life may be... you always end up coming back to the constants. I'm highly enjoying a plethera of variables right now, but I'm ready for a few days to be surrounded by constants.

Novel Update? Well, I'm behind, but it's going well. Yesterday was the first day I was simply swimming with the thoughts and emotions within my protagonist. I could feel her, and she was letting herself do the developing. It was so refreshing to let the words flow from within her, rather than within me. Yesterday I also discovered that my antagonist was internal. I'm not sure if it will be solely internal, but my protagonist has much more internal conflict than I had originally planned. This is good, I feel as though it's adding a lot of depth... even seriousness to my entire story.

"Dillan had no idea what she was doing. To him, it seemed like she was searching for something in his eyes. Like she was searching for something deep inside. He became entirely self conscious and blinked at this realization. It felt like he was giving something away...some deep secret. He didn’t dare comment on this silence, in fear of offending the seemingly fragile little sister of his good friend. He didn’t know what he had gotten himself into, but he knew that this wasn’t going to be the last of his memories with this girl.

Sky broke the silence and her eye contact with Dillan’s oddly mesmerizing sea blue eyes. Sky glanced at her mother, then at Dillan, and then at her mother again.

“I…I… don’t know yet.” Skylar responded to her mother, obviously befuddled."

I missed ALL my shows this week. Thank God for online episodes.

I need to start going to bed before 3-4 AM. This is my goal for next week.

Rad: A cheap bowling alley, chick-fil-a, taco bell, cafe, and wells fargo on campus.

Unrad: THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Reality is a BUZZin', BLOOMin' world of PARticularsz." - William James.

(The famous one, not my 2 year old nephew)

You're in my prayers darling;;;

My apologies Aaron and Leonardo.

Last weekend my friends and I watched a movie that critics have called, "The worst movie ever made." This is is quite possibly a true statement. I'm sure some of you have seen it, or at least heard of it. It was The Perfect Score. My friend went thrifting for his halloween costume, and needed to pay with his debit card. His purchase was under five bucks, so he needed to buy something else too. Hense, The Perfect Score.

Has anyone else seen it? I mean... it's certainly not good.

Especially since whats his face basketball player was only in it because he was injured, couldn't play pro ball, and his 'people' put him in movies to promote him.

It didn't work.

However, Scarlett Johanson was in it. That was surprising. So was the Asian dude who is in EVERYTHING but never as the leading character, and no one knows his name. Do you know who I'm talking about? He's in Disturbia, He's Just not that Into You, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist... yeah. That kid. He just shows up EVERYWHERE. Lemme look him up quick...

Aaron Yoo? Wait a minute... Aaron you was in Disturbia and Nick and Norah's... then who's the other guy? His twin?

Leonardo Nam was the guy in Sisterhood, He's Just No That Into You, and The Perfect Score.

Wow. This is a large revelation. I thought two different Asian men were one Asian man. I'm sorry. I like you, you are both very talented men. I even went to one of your countries once.

Okay, I have to go eat quick before the presentation I'm going to tonight. It's the second in a a three series thing this week about scientific evidence for creation, and proving Darwin wrong. I'm excited.

Rad: Intro to Lit classes entirely about Harry Potter

Unrad: Worrying about being able to get into that class!!!!!!!

Peace out, boy scout. I hope this blog was more exciting for some... *cough* Matti *cough*

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Let's write a novel.

One part of The Perks of Being a Wallflower that I am especially partial to is the part where he's driving in the car with his new friends.

"There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don't know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party thta night, and I sat in the middle of Sam's pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word "baby" in it. And the more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.

Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the care and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.

"I feel infinite."

And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain."

Anyway, this section very much reminds me of the lyrics to Death Cab for Cutie's Passenger Seat. I mean, we definitely all know the feeling, right?

"I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time."

ANYWAY, Halloween was fun.

I was a mostly modest cheetah.

Thank God for turning the clocks back, although.. it hardly helped when i rolled out of bed to go to church. But now, I must write about Skylar. She collects kitchen appliances.

Packers vs. Vikings today. I get my head bitten off in this darnned Minnesota for being from Wisconsin. Today is definitely no exception.

Rad: Writing. Where the Wild Things Are. No more skanky costumes.

Unrad: I honestly can't think of anything right now. 'Tis a good good day.

Doo bee doo.

AllysonKate

Patience, young grasshopper.

"Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together."
"Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future,

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"

- Nothing Better

I love appreciating lyrics from a song you've heard dozens of times, but never really listened to.

You know what I need to do? Write my novel outline. Like crazy. Crazy crazy. I've decided to go the youth route. Well, kind of. In Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, the main character is 9 I think, yet it's definitely not a book for kids. It's not like my book is going to have inappropriate content, the dialogue and insight is just going to be a bit more mature. I suppose. We'll see. It's a 8 (well maybe 9, or ten...) year old girl. She collects kitchen appliances.

I have friends doing it as well now, so this is good. Keep me in line, people.

I think I'm becoming a stronger person. Huzzah!

This maybe be also detrimental to my emotional health though. I'm not as emotionally stable. I cry sometimes. Crazy!! What does this mean? That my life has finally gone through a great period of suckage? Perhaps, young grasshopper. Perhaps.

I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE STICK! Mostly... kind of... Huzzah! =]]

Okay. I'm going to get ready now.

I hope you're happy, because I much rather have you be happy than I.

Friday night didn't seem to fare well with many...

Goodbye world. See you later.

Rad: Skype. Unlimited nights and weekend minutes. Carrots. Melodicas!

Unrad: Lack of motivation. Boys.