Sorry for not being on for a while.
I can promise you all a post on how dependent society is on internet once I get back.
No promises I'll have internet access for a long period of time. I have a nor'easter coming up. I just went through Hurricane Sandy, and it's my 9th day without power. The nor'easter Athena that's coming up probably won't help any...
Probably won't have power or internet at my house for a long time.
Yes, that means I'm posting this during school. First period, to be exact.
I promise you all a nice, long post on my realizations, especially those on internet, that I have come to during this period of time without internet.
-Melody
-This is ME
-Who are YOU?
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
The Catcher in the Rye
Okay so I have this book I you'v heard of it.honors English. Odds are you'v heard of it. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger. I got it at the start of summer and I have to read it and write an essay on it by September 5th. Well, I'm almost done with it.
Fact is, I've heard nothing but bad things about this book. I don't know if it's because I'm a nerd or what, but it's not that bad. All you have to do is get past how repetitive Holden is. But I may just like it because he calls everyone a phony and I had a conversation with someone the other day about how fake the world is. Me and this girl were chatting up like crazy about our viewpoints on love, life and people in general. Fact is, we've both been emotionally abused and we just seemed to connect. She's the kind of person I'd like to know IRL, but really I don't like talking to people IRL. [IRL is In Real Life for those that don't know.] She's someone I wouldn't mind talking to. If, that is, I do a good job at not angering her. Wouldn't want her wanting my head on a stake or anything.
Anyway, after this conversation I found that I was more interested in reading the book. Holden's negative viewpoints and him calling everyone a phony really is true. But I also happen to think that Holden himself is a phony. Part of me just says he's as bad as everyone else. He talks about people thinking they're good at things when they're not, and then he goes and talks about how good he is at something. I'm willing to bet he's really bad at it.
Now I have to decide what to write my essay on. I'd like to do the topic on turning the book into a movie, but the book has so many of Holden's own personal thoughts rather than actual actions and words, and he talks about things so the movie wouldn't be in chronological order, that it'd make the worst movie ever. It'd be worse than when they turned Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Twilight into a movie! Some books are better as books rather than movies.
Anyway, that's all. If you've read the book I'd love to hear your opinion on it. And sorry for not posting anything all summer long. I've been addicted to Quizazz. Erm, Quotev, I guess, as it's now called. I still am and hopefully it'll calm down when school starts. Send me a message if you have an account. Or email me at Hetalia.Texas@hotmail.com
It's typically just for the website I own, but I use it for other things as well.
-Melody
-This is Me
-Who Are You?
Fact is, I've heard nothing but bad things about this book. I don't know if it's because I'm a nerd or what, but it's not that bad. All you have to do is get past how repetitive Holden is. But I may just like it because he calls everyone a phony and I had a conversation with someone the other day about how fake the world is. Me and this girl were chatting up like crazy about our viewpoints on love, life and people in general. Fact is, we've both been emotionally abused and we just seemed to connect. She's the kind of person I'd like to know IRL, but really I don't like talking to people IRL. [IRL is In Real Life for those that don't know.] She's someone I wouldn't mind talking to. If, that is, I do a good job at not angering her. Wouldn't want her wanting my head on a stake or anything.
Anyway, after this conversation I found that I was more interested in reading the book. Holden's negative viewpoints and him calling everyone a phony really is true. But I also happen to think that Holden himself is a phony. Part of me just says he's as bad as everyone else. He talks about people thinking they're good at things when they're not, and then he goes and talks about how good he is at something. I'm willing to bet he's really bad at it.
Now I have to decide what to write my essay on. I'd like to do the topic on turning the book into a movie, but the book has so many of Holden's own personal thoughts rather than actual actions and words, and he talks about things so the movie wouldn't be in chronological order, that it'd make the worst movie ever. It'd be worse than when they turned Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Twilight into a movie! Some books are better as books rather than movies.
Anyway, that's all. If you've read the book I'd love to hear your opinion on it. And sorry for not posting anything all summer long. I've been addicted to Quizazz. Erm, Quotev, I guess, as it's now called. I still am and hopefully it'll calm down when school starts. Send me a message if you have an account. Or email me at Hetalia.Texas@hotmail.com
It's typically just for the website I own, but I use it for other things as well.
-Melody
-This is Me
-Who Are You?
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Sisters
Okay, so I know I usually try to post one post a day when I remember to post, but I really need to vent.
This is how the past three days have been going:
Day 1:
~I get my youngest sister(Sister A) to listen to my story. She loves it and hasn't even finished it(It's a rather long one-shot). She was crying before it was over, actually. My other younger sister(Sister B) shows no sign of anger.
~After dinner they hang out as usual. Then my younger sisters come into the room and stop talking. I have my headphones in, but no music is playing. Sister B starts talking bad about me to sister A when I'm right there!
~I go to bed without commenting.
Day 2:
~Sister B is grumpy as usual.
~After dinner they come into my room(as I share it with sister B) and start talking bad about me again. This time I do not have headphones in.
~I prepare for bed. Sister B is still talking bad about me, so I snap. It goes like this:
Me: What word out of your mouth these past two days has been positive.
Sister B: Your hair looks nice. There, I said something nice.
Me: Doesn't count.
~Sister B then starts getting mad at Sister A for wanting to hear my story. I, still mad at Sister B, say "Don't worry [Sister A], [Sister B] is the jealous type." Sister B's response? "Now who is being rude?"
~I point out that I've only said one rude thing to her. Her comment? "Just shut up."
~I go to bed after texting a furious email to my friend and wishing that I cussed. If I was willing to cuss her ears would be ringing with nothing but cuss words. She seriously needs to get cussed out.
Day 3(Today):
~I tell what happened to my best friend in 8th period. She says I should've gone up and slapped Sister B. I point out that Sister B would have clawed my eyes out. Knowing her, she probably would have.
-Melody
-This Is Me
-Who Are You?
This is how the past three days have been going:
Day 1:
~I get my youngest sister(Sister A) to listen to my story. She loves it and hasn't even finished it(It's a rather long one-shot). She was crying before it was over, actually. My other younger sister(Sister B) shows no sign of anger.
~After dinner they hang out as usual. Then my younger sisters come into the room and stop talking. I have my headphones in, but no music is playing. Sister B starts talking bad about me to sister A when I'm right there!
~I go to bed without commenting.
Day 2:
~Sister B is grumpy as usual.
~After dinner they come into my room(as I share it with sister B) and start talking bad about me again. This time I do not have headphones in.
~I prepare for bed. Sister B is still talking bad about me, so I snap. It goes like this:
Me: What word out of your mouth these past two days has been positive.
Sister B: Your hair looks nice. There, I said something nice.
Me: Doesn't count.
~Sister B then starts getting mad at Sister A for wanting to hear my story. I, still mad at Sister B, say "Don't worry [Sister A], [Sister B] is the jealous type." Sister B's response? "Now who is being rude?"
~I point out that I've only said one rude thing to her. Her comment? "Just shut up."
~I go to bed after texting a furious email to my friend and wishing that I cussed. If I was willing to cuss her ears would be ringing with nothing but cuss words. She seriously needs to get cussed out.
Day 3(Today):
~I tell what happened to my best friend in 8th period. She says I should've gone up and slapped Sister B. I point out that Sister B would have clawed my eyes out. Knowing her, she probably would have.
-Melody
-This Is Me
-Who Are You?
The Problem With Girls in My School
Okay, so my friend and I were in the weight room during gym. I was on the bicycle and she was on the walking thing we usually do. Some other freshman from another class are taking up all other exercise equipment in that small section of the room. Well, my friend and I are both nearing the point of insanity. These girls are talking about whether or not they have ever had sex. They talk about losing virginity like it's an honor. They then start making fun of two other girls(because the two girls are virgins), one of which is in their class. The two girls also happen to sit at my lunch table. They are probably two of the weirdest people, but I still consider them friends.
What really upsets me is that society is at the point where freshmen believe that it is cool to lose your virginity. Then, if you are a virgin, you're worth being made fun of. It's ridiculous. And those girls were talking about it during lunch, too! (Their lunch table is near mine...like, right next to mine, sadly)
-Melody
-This is Me
-Who Are You?
What really upsets me is that society is at the point where freshmen believe that it is cool to lose your virginity. Then, if you are a virgin, you're worth being made fun of. It's ridiculous. And those girls were talking about it during lunch, too! (Their lunch table is near mine...like, right next to mine, sadly)
-Melody
-This is Me
-Who Are You?
Friday, April 27, 2012
Final Moments
That is the title of the first vignette I wrote for my English teacher. I have to write four more by Monday.
Today, April 27, 2012, my bird died. She was fine when I got home, and then I looked over at her and she was on the bottom of her cage. My mom forced some water into her mouth and tried feeding her. I kept blaming myself, thinking "It's because I forgot to get her fresh food and water. It's all my fault." I didn't say it out loud, of course. Even so, my mom kept saying, "You were an excellent mommy. This wasn't your fault."
I kept thinking to myself, "Please, just shut up! I want to blame myself! Then I feel better! Then I can openly say I'm never getting another pet again. If I blamed myself I could go on in life. That's how I went on after George(my 2nd hamster) died.
At the same time I was thinking to myself: "Why can't I be Lana? I'd give anything to be Lana! Let me have a healing touch!" (GONE by Micheal Grant reference) I didn't want her to die. I loved her. I had tried over and over to get her to talk. I loved her so much.
When my mom was holding Alice and I left the room to move her cage to the workout room where the heater was(they believe she caught a cold from the sudden weather change) she let out a sound. She knew I had left and didn't like it. When I came back my mom placed her on a blue washcloth and told me to hold her. I thought of the last bird I held like this. I held her in her final moments as she died. I had cried for her, and I was close to crying for Alice. A few tears actually managed to escape the barrier I set up.
When she died I went to my room to write my vignette. I want to add a poem at the end. A haiku. I'm going to write one for her. She was my baby, and in her final moments she wanted no one more than her mommy.
I love Alice, and my stepdad bought three Lily plants to put around where they buried her. The lily is my favorite flower, and my mom knew it. He picked out three pretty colors that had yet to bloom. They're all going to bloom around my baby. My Alice. I would say she's in a better place, but I'm atheist. I don't believe there's anything after death. I won't until I find proof.
-Melody
-This is Me
-Who Are You
Today, April 27, 2012, my bird died. She was fine when I got home, and then I looked over at her and she was on the bottom of her cage. My mom forced some water into her mouth and tried feeding her. I kept blaming myself, thinking "It's because I forgot to get her fresh food and water. It's all my fault." I didn't say it out loud, of course. Even so, my mom kept saying, "You were an excellent mommy. This wasn't your fault."
I kept thinking to myself, "Please, just shut up! I want to blame myself! Then I feel better! Then I can openly say I'm never getting another pet again. If I blamed myself I could go on in life. That's how I went on after George(my 2nd hamster) died.
At the same time I was thinking to myself: "Why can't I be Lana? I'd give anything to be Lana! Let me have a healing touch!" (GONE by Micheal Grant reference) I didn't want her to die. I loved her. I had tried over and over to get her to talk. I loved her so much.
When my mom was holding Alice and I left the room to move her cage to the workout room where the heater was(they believe she caught a cold from the sudden weather change) she let out a sound. She knew I had left and didn't like it. When I came back my mom placed her on a blue washcloth and told me to hold her. I thought of the last bird I held like this. I held her in her final moments as she died. I had cried for her, and I was close to crying for Alice. A few tears actually managed to escape the barrier I set up.
When she died I went to my room to write my vignette. I want to add a poem at the end. A haiku. I'm going to write one for her. She was my baby, and in her final moments she wanted no one more than her mommy.
I love Alice, and my stepdad bought three Lily plants to put around where they buried her. The lily is my favorite flower, and my mom knew it. He picked out three pretty colors that had yet to bloom. They're all going to bloom around my baby. My Alice. I would say she's in a better place, but I'm atheist. I don't believe there's anything after death. I won't until I find proof.
-Melody
-This is Me
-Who Are You
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sigh Syndrome
I think that's what the doctor called it. Sigh Syndrome. I sigh a lot, and someone with it says they yawn a lot, too. I'm gonna be taking meds for it over spring break. Not fun. Especially with what my mom says I'll act like. The doctor says there was nothing wrong with my breathing, and they're examining my blood(ick. I hate blood tests!). I'm supposed to get an X-Ray so they can look at my lung too. I don't know when my mom is gonna schedule it, though.
On the bright side, the days I was absent from school while my mom was trying to schedule me an appointment are excused. Yay! Now I get to chill out the rest of the day. Joy! Because of the days spent absent, I'm already up to Chapter 15 on the fanfiction I am writing for Ouran High School Host Club.
At least it doesn't look like I have asthma. I mean, inhalers would be troublesome.
-Melody
-This is ME
-Who are YOU?
On the bright side, the days I was absent from school while my mom was trying to schedule me an appointment are excused. Yay! Now I get to chill out the rest of the day. Joy! Because of the days spent absent, I'm already up to Chapter 15 on the fanfiction I am writing for Ouran High School Host Club.
At least it doesn't look like I have asthma. I mean, inhalers would be troublesome.
-Melody
-This is ME
-Who are YOU?
Sisters
Sisters make no sense. I technically have six and a brother(four of the sisters and the brother are half), but I only count my mom's kids. That means I say I only have four sisters and no brothers. I never talk to the other sisters and brother anyway.
Now, my younger sisters are the most confusing part of my life. I can understand the older two well enough. One of the younger ones(the youngest) is mean to me when my stepdad and other younger sister are around. When they aren't around, she's sweet. In fact, she tries to hang out with me, read my stories, and watch anime. And then my other younger sister...
This sister learns that the youngest is hanging out with me and starts texting me, "Tell her I want to play," and "Tell her I'm not going to forgive her if she doesn't play with me," and "Tell her I have a game all set up." I repeatedly tell her, I'm not her messenger and she can tell the youngest herself. She actually straight out told the youngest, "You shouldn't watch anime. It's bad." And the youngest has been watching less anime ever since! And then I'll be watching it with the younger and the other sister will say, "I'll watch it with you later if you come play with me." The youngest goes to play, and they never watch it. It's stupid! And then there was last night...
My youngest sister got me to play Monster High dolls. This is extremely hard to do. I dislike playing dolls. And I have this rule: I'll play sometimes so long as no one else is there. Well, the younger sister disliked this. So, she started texting me, "I feel left out. You should include me." When I told her that she either had to get Jessie to let me leave or deal with it, she said, "Fine. Just let me cry my eyes out. I'm not afraid to let mom know how I feel, though." And then she slipped a note that specifically said for the youngest not to show me. I read the note when the youngest had left the room. It said, "Melody probably hasn't been telling you my feelings, but I need to convey(tell) my feelings. Plz come to my room so I can. But don't tell Melody!" So Jessie told me she was going to talk to the younger and that I needed to stay in her room. I waited a few minutes so I could read the note, then I went in there. After all, it's my room too. The youngest sister was sitting on the bed, comfy as ever, while the younger was under covers not saying a single word! I told the youngest, "I'm leaving. I have no interest in staying here until you decide to tell me you're not gonna make me play Monster High anymore."
And then later that night I walked in and the younger says, "It's none of your business. Butt out." I ask what she meant, and she said it again! And then she started ordering the youngest around like if she was a maid!!! She really picks a nerve with me!
Just tell me your opinion on siblings if you have them.
-Melody
-This is ME
-Who are YOU?
Now, my younger sisters are the most confusing part of my life. I can understand the older two well enough. One of the younger ones(the youngest) is mean to me when my stepdad and other younger sister are around. When they aren't around, she's sweet. In fact, she tries to hang out with me, read my stories, and watch anime. And then my other younger sister...
This sister learns that the youngest is hanging out with me and starts texting me, "Tell her I want to play," and "Tell her I'm not going to forgive her if she doesn't play with me," and "Tell her I have a game all set up." I repeatedly tell her, I'm not her messenger and she can tell the youngest herself. She actually straight out told the youngest, "You shouldn't watch anime. It's bad." And the youngest has been watching less anime ever since! And then I'll be watching it with the younger and the other sister will say, "I'll watch it with you later if you come play with me." The youngest goes to play, and they never watch it. It's stupid! And then there was last night...
My youngest sister got me to play Monster High dolls. This is extremely hard to do. I dislike playing dolls. And I have this rule: I'll play sometimes so long as no one else is there. Well, the younger sister disliked this. So, she started texting me, "I feel left out. You should include me." When I told her that she either had to get Jessie to let me leave or deal with it, she said, "Fine. Just let me cry my eyes out. I'm not afraid to let mom know how I feel, though." And then she slipped a note that specifically said for the youngest not to show me. I read the note when the youngest had left the room. It said, "Melody probably hasn't been telling you my feelings, but I need to convey(tell) my feelings. Plz come to my room so I can. But don't tell Melody!" So Jessie told me she was going to talk to the younger and that I needed to stay in her room. I waited a few minutes so I could read the note, then I went in there. After all, it's my room too. The youngest sister was sitting on the bed, comfy as ever, while the younger was under covers not saying a single word! I told the youngest, "I'm leaving. I have no interest in staying here until you decide to tell me you're not gonna make me play Monster High anymore."
And then later that night I walked in and the younger says, "It's none of your business. Butt out." I ask what she meant, and she said it again! And then she started ordering the youngest around like if she was a maid!!! She really picks a nerve with me!
Just tell me your opinion on siblings if you have them.
-Melody
-This is ME
-Who are YOU?
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