This has nothing to do with anything, but I was collecting clues and I just have to mention 2 thoughts.
1. Greek artists hate shirts
2. My favorite part of The Odyssey is when Achilles kills Hector (rather easily) and then he drags the poor guy from a chariot and is like, "I. KILLED. HECTOR! I WILL BURY TROY!"
I don't think it happened in the movie, but I could totally imagine Hector showing off Patroclus's dead body and Achilles yelling, "HECTOOORRR!" and then Achilles kills Hector and drags him around.
Which leads to me being inspired to write a scene like that.
btw, check out my works at: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2347238/chapters/5176712
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Merry Turkey Day!
I hope that you guys have a happy holiday and are spending it with whoever makes you happy!
I've posted the Delirium Lava Ruins page. Due to some reason or another, the numbering and order are screwy. Sorry about that. I wanted to post it today, but I still plan to run through it a few more times before school starts again.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Joke Time!
I made a variation on a joke that some of you may be familiar with. I think it's pretty funny. I'm always more eager to post things that I 'invent' because minds are turning all over the world and it makes me feel like if I don't post it now, then someone will beat me to the punch.
In any case, the joke can be found under my innovations page titled 'What's Green and Blue and Round All Over?'
In any case, the joke can be found under my innovations page titled 'What's Green and Blue and Round All Over?'
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Rant
So there was this upperclassman in my orchestra last year and she would always give my friend and me advice on high school and stuff. I thought she was so cool because she's involved in a ton of extra-cirriculars and just seemed really mature and nice.
And then this year, I saw her at open house and tried to make eye-contact with/say hi to her, but she didn't see me. Then the school year started and I slowly realized that she's ignoring me. I realized it within the first few weeks of school, but I'm only writing about it now because it pisses me off and I need to write about it. It's ok to blog about this kind of stuff because it's all anonymous, right?
As a brief background, I'll explain how I perceive her personality.
I think that she's going to be really successful in the world. As in, she's really organized and on top of things. As well as ambitious and a good actor. I think that she may be a good friend/decent person because I know a lot of her friends and they're all good people and there isn't any big gossip about her. Except that entire sentence is probably pretty inaccurate because I live under a rock; therefore, I don't know any of the gossip and I'm not that close with the orchestra people so maybe they're not as good people as I thought.
It's too complicated to explain my view of the orchestra hierarchy and society in general, maybe those of you fellow 'quiet people' who live somewhere between friends and acquaintances with most others will understand. Or whoever, it doesn't matter where you lay in the game of life.
Back to the her personality. She knows how to play her cards, if I'm using that expression correctly. I think that she knows when to keep quiet and who she can afford to not be friends with. Remember that this is all speculation, so I'll keep the 'I think' off of the beginning of every sentence. We were going to be in the same orchestra and same section for an entire year and she probably thought I would be able to make a higher orchestra next year, which is good grounds for making a 'friend'. I know when people first see me, they think that I'm smart and demure, but I don't know if they can see my arrogance once they get to know me. I hope they can't, but maybe she saw that I was ambitious and thought that I actually had the ability to make them come true.
The point is that even though I knew she's ambitious, I thought that she was also friendly and liked me. I'm 99% sure I'm wrong about the last part.
This rant has been rolling around in my head for a few weeks, so here goes:
I'm not exactly sure which part of me screams 'befriend me and then ditch me when we don't share a class anymore', but it's lying.
If you don't like me, then don't say hi to me in the hall. If you don't like me, then don't compliment me or talk to me unless necessary.
I get that I'm not the coolest person in the world and I entirely understand if you don't like me. If, for some reason, you have established contact with me and no longer want to have anything to do with me, then do not leave me awkwardly trying to make eye contact with you for 2 weeks. I do not appreciate awkwardly trying to make eye contact with someone for 2 weeks. It's embarrassing.
Just tell me. You can tell me in whatever way you want. You can say 'I don't like you' or cuss me out. You can tell me to stay away from you or to die in a hole. I will be honest, all of the above will hurt my feelings, but completely ignoring me also hurts my feelings. Yes, I have feelings. Is that surprising? Do I seem like the unfeeling type? I don't know.
In any case, the only difference between ignoring me and being honest is by the time I realize you're ignoring me, I would have already gotten over my hurt feelings.
I faintly realize that it's not the norm to tell somebody you dislike them and it's not something I do myself. But at the same time, I don't ignore people. And if I do, it's not on purpose. If somebody tries to talk to me, but I hate their guts, I won't ignore them. I might not be as...warm as I would to somebody I consider a friend, but I'll do my best to be nice and sociable. I don't care how often we see each other, what your grades are, how good looking your face is, or what orchestra you're in. If you talk to me, I'll talk to you. If you wave hi to me in the hall, I'll wave hi back as long as I see it.
So I guess it's ok to dislike me, but still talk to me as long as you intend to see it through?
It would actually be pretty nice if you told me what part of me you don't like. Do you not like my face? My personality? The way I talk? The things I say? Did I run over your chinchilla?
It would make my day, if someone just told me how to act. Or if I had this guide to social interactions. That would be amazing.
I don't know exactly who 'you' is, but it's a rant, I don't care. Same with how the coherence begins to fall apart in the last few paragraphs. This has once again become an extremely long post, sorry about that. I will probably add more to this later or even make a page on my opinion on society and people. But for now, I need to do WHAP hw... TT_TT
As a last note, I do have a tendency to have a skewed view of people and anything that involves social interactions, so I could be completely wrong.
And then this year, I saw her at open house and tried to make eye-contact with/say hi to her, but she didn't see me. Then the school year started and I slowly realized that she's ignoring me. I realized it within the first few weeks of school, but I'm only writing about it now because it pisses me off and I need to write about it. It's ok to blog about this kind of stuff because it's all anonymous, right?
As a brief background, I'll explain how I perceive her personality.
I think that she's going to be really successful in the world. As in, she's really organized and on top of things. As well as ambitious and a good actor. I think that she may be a good friend/decent person because I know a lot of her friends and they're all good people and there isn't any big gossip about her. Except that entire sentence is probably pretty inaccurate because I live under a rock; therefore, I don't know any of the gossip and I'm not that close with the orchestra people so maybe they're not as good people as I thought.
It's too complicated to explain my view of the orchestra hierarchy and society in general, maybe those of you fellow 'quiet people' who live somewhere between friends and acquaintances with most others will understand. Or whoever, it doesn't matter where you lay in the game of life.
Back to the her personality. She knows how to play her cards, if I'm using that expression correctly. I think that she knows when to keep quiet and who she can afford to not be friends with. Remember that this is all speculation, so I'll keep the 'I think' off of the beginning of every sentence. We were going to be in the same orchestra and same section for an entire year and she probably thought I would be able to make a higher orchestra next year, which is good grounds for making a 'friend'. I know when people first see me, they think that I'm smart and demure, but I don't know if they can see my arrogance once they get to know me. I hope they can't, but maybe she saw that I was ambitious and thought that I actually had the ability to make them come true.
The point is that even though I knew she's ambitious, I thought that she was also friendly and liked me. I'm 99% sure I'm wrong about the last part.
This rant has been rolling around in my head for a few weeks, so here goes:
I'm not exactly sure which part of me screams 'befriend me and then ditch me when we don't share a class anymore', but it's lying.
If you don't like me, then don't say hi to me in the hall. If you don't like me, then don't compliment me or talk to me unless necessary.
I get that I'm not the coolest person in the world and I entirely understand if you don't like me. If, for some reason, you have established contact with me and no longer want to have anything to do with me, then do not leave me awkwardly trying to make eye contact with you for 2 weeks. I do not appreciate awkwardly trying to make eye contact with someone for 2 weeks. It's embarrassing.
Just tell me. You can tell me in whatever way you want. You can say 'I don't like you' or cuss me out. You can tell me to stay away from you or to die in a hole. I will be honest, all of the above will hurt my feelings, but completely ignoring me also hurts my feelings. Yes, I have feelings. Is that surprising? Do I seem like the unfeeling type? I don't know.
In any case, the only difference between ignoring me and being honest is by the time I realize you're ignoring me, I would have already gotten over my hurt feelings.
I faintly realize that it's not the norm to tell somebody you dislike them and it's not something I do myself. But at the same time, I don't ignore people. And if I do, it's not on purpose. If somebody tries to talk to me, but I hate their guts, I won't ignore them. I might not be as...warm as I would to somebody I consider a friend, but I'll do my best to be nice and sociable. I don't care how often we see each other, what your grades are, how good looking your face is, or what orchestra you're in. If you talk to me, I'll talk to you. If you wave hi to me in the hall, I'll wave hi back as long as I see it.
So I guess it's ok to dislike me, but still talk to me as long as you intend to see it through?
It would actually be pretty nice if you told me what part of me you don't like. Do you not like my face? My personality? The way I talk? The things I say? Did I run over your chinchilla?
It would make my day, if someone just told me how to act. Or if I had this guide to social interactions. That would be amazing.
I don't know exactly who 'you' is, but it's a rant, I don't care. Same with how the coherence begins to fall apart in the last few paragraphs. This has once again become an extremely long post, sorry about that. I will probably add more to this later or even make a page on my opinion on society and people. But for now, I need to do WHAP hw... TT_TT
As a last note, I do have a tendency to have a skewed view of people and anything that involves social interactions, so I could be completely wrong.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Parallel Worlds :: Maturity :: Writing :: Rambling
I made an AO3 account a while ago and finally posted my first story earlier this week.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Pokemoon/works
Parallel Worlds is the name of the series I created. I've been thinking up fanfictions since my childhood, although I didn't know what they were back then, and they're finally bearing fruit. I can't really explain it, but I'll try.
There are 3 major powers in the alternate universe and Oceania, who is doing it's own thing. And they're all ruled by kings except for Oceania, who is, once again, doing it's own thing.
At the moment, all my stories will take place in N. America, though in my parallel universe, all the Americas are 1 kingdom called America. Europe and Asia are another kingdom collectively know as Euraia. And Africa is Feyjou. There's a relation between those two, I swear.
I have 3 major fandoms(?) planned for Parallel Worlds, the first being Phantom: Requiem for the Phantom, the second being Eragon, and the last one is from a game I used to play during recess, although there is a part of it that was influenced by Digimon.
They're all, for the most part, original works, but it's pretty easy to tell what they're based on, most notably Dawn After the Eternal Night, which is based on Phantom. I don't really feel like laying out all my ideas for the world to read, at least the terrible bored or extremely kind portion of the world, so I'll add more as I inch along.
They're all monsters that I've carefully fermented in my mind for the past few years at the very least, so I don't plan on finishing in the near future.
Also! I've had this blog for 2 years! I read my profile and it said that I'm 13, which is currently a complete lie! I must change it soon!
To wrap things up, I want to add some insight about people and myself, but mostly about myself.
When I was in preschool, I remember feeling mature and I'd always tell my family that I'm not a kid. I think that's something that everybody does though. It's kind of like how if you have bad eyesight, but no glasses, you think that's just the way the world is. And then you fail the mandatory vision test at school and your parents yell at you for ruining you vision and they take you to get a pair of glasses and yell at you at the doctor's office while you fail their vision test and then the glasses are made and you put them on and you suddenly realize your eyesight sucks.
You're not keen on wearing glasses because you hate them for making your parents yell at you, but you kind of do need them to read the board, so you put them on every once in a while. After a few years, you enter high school, things have finally blown over between you, your parents, and your glasses, and you start to wear your glasses more often. In fact, sometimes you walk around with them on. Then one day, you think back to that fateful morning in PE when you had to go to the nurse's office to take the mandatory vision test and just think about your eyesight and computer use and the nights/mornings you'd stay up until 4 playing HM DS Cute and come to terms with the fact that you don't have 20/20 vision, but it's ok because you've got glasses and they've got you covered.
Then, sometime later, we'll be ruminating with our thoughts and realize that someday, soon or far, we'll need to get new glasses because our vision will eventually get worse.
I think it's the same with our perception of maturity. When we're kids, we think that we're mature, and who knows, maybe we are compared to our pre-school friends, but we're still kids and can't compete with the maturity level of grown-ups. Then as we grow up, so does our maturity. I'm not saying that kids/adolescents can't be mature, I just think that we all have a ways to go, including adults.
I visited China a few years ago and I got this fever and got pretty cranky, petty, and childish. Afterwards, I overheard my aunt teller her sister, my other aunt, that even though I seem really mature, I'm still young. Eavesdropping, tsk tsk, I know.
Where I want to go with this maturity thing is that I started this blog when I was 13, which I had though was pretty old at the time, but looking back, only two years later, I realize how childish I was. Back then, I made promises to write stuff and post stuff and then covered the unkept words with apologies and excuses that were largely exaggerated. I knew that was a problem of mine, but I never tried to actively fix it. Now that I'm older, I feel like I've begun to actually face my problem head on. I don't know if anybody's noticed, but lately, meaning early this summer, I've made more realistic, although painfully meager, goals and been more frank with my inability to meet deadlines. I still barely met the goals I set, but I'll settle for the time being.
Secondly, I think maturity has greatly influenced my writing. I wrote this fanfiction called K: Side After, I don't know if I've mentioned it here, and it sucks. I say that in present tense because it's currently unfinished and I need to get back to it. I started it a little under a year ago, but I think I've improved so much in that time.
I had this epiphany over the summer. I just suddenly realized how to not write such terrible fanfiction. I won't go into detail because this is getting really long and you guys probably don't really care, but things just clicked for me. I'm still not great, but I think my writing is at a tolerable level yet. I read this post an author I like made and she said that grammar is the basis of a good story. I think she's absolutely right and, by this point, I'm pretty sure I've made it clear that my grammar is a train wreck. So that's the one thing I'm focusing on most.
As an afterthought, I just want to add that my new found writing skill are extremely slow and I've been unable to finish any of the three timed writings I've had this year.
Sorry that this was so long, but I had a lot of thoughts to get down.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Pokemoon/works
Parallel Worlds is the name of the series I created. I've been thinking up fanfictions since my childhood, although I didn't know what they were back then, and they're finally bearing fruit. I can't really explain it, but I'll try.
There are 3 major powers in the alternate universe and Oceania, who is doing it's own thing. And they're all ruled by kings except for Oceania, who is, once again, doing it's own thing.
At the moment, all my stories will take place in N. America, though in my parallel universe, all the Americas are 1 kingdom called America. Europe and Asia are another kingdom collectively know as Euraia. And Africa is Feyjou. There's a relation between those two, I swear.
I have 3 major fandoms(?) planned for Parallel Worlds, the first being Phantom: Requiem for the Phantom, the second being Eragon, and the last one is from a game I used to play during recess, although there is a part of it that was influenced by Digimon.
They're all, for the most part, original works, but it's pretty easy to tell what they're based on, most notably Dawn After the Eternal Night, which is based on Phantom. I don't really feel like laying out all my ideas for the world to read, at least the terrible bored or extremely kind portion of the world, so I'll add more as I inch along.
They're all monsters that I've carefully fermented in my mind for the past few years at the very least, so I don't plan on finishing in the near future.
Also! I've had this blog for 2 years! I read my profile and it said that I'm 13, which is currently a complete lie! I must change it soon!
To wrap things up, I want to add some insight about people and myself, but mostly about myself.
When I was in preschool, I remember feeling mature and I'd always tell my family that I'm not a kid. I think that's something that everybody does though. It's kind of like how if you have bad eyesight, but no glasses, you think that's just the way the world is. And then you fail the mandatory vision test at school and your parents yell at you for ruining you vision and they take you to get a pair of glasses and yell at you at the doctor's office while you fail their vision test and then the glasses are made and you put them on and you suddenly realize your eyesight sucks.
You're not keen on wearing glasses because you hate them for making your parents yell at you, but you kind of do need them to read the board, so you put them on every once in a while. After a few years, you enter high school, things have finally blown over between you, your parents, and your glasses, and you start to wear your glasses more often. In fact, sometimes you walk around with them on. Then one day, you think back to that fateful morning in PE when you had to go to the nurse's office to take the mandatory vision test and just think about your eyesight and computer use and the nights/mornings you'd stay up until 4 playing HM DS Cute and come to terms with the fact that you don't have 20/20 vision, but it's ok because you've got glasses and they've got you covered.
Then, sometime later, we'll be ruminating with our thoughts and realize that someday, soon or far, we'll need to get new glasses because our vision will eventually get worse.
I think it's the same with our perception of maturity. When we're kids, we think that we're mature, and who knows, maybe we are compared to our pre-school friends, but we're still kids and can't compete with the maturity level of grown-ups. Then as we grow up, so does our maturity. I'm not saying that kids/adolescents can't be mature, I just think that we all have a ways to go, including adults.
I visited China a few years ago and I got this fever and got pretty cranky, petty, and childish. Afterwards, I overheard my aunt teller her sister, my other aunt, that even though I seem really mature, I'm still young. Eavesdropping, tsk tsk, I know.
Where I want to go with this maturity thing is that I started this blog when I was 13, which I had though was pretty old at the time, but looking back, only two years later, I realize how childish I was. Back then, I made promises to write stuff and post stuff and then covered the unkept words with apologies and excuses that were largely exaggerated. I knew that was a problem of mine, but I never tried to actively fix it. Now that I'm older, I feel like I've begun to actually face my problem head on. I don't know if anybody's noticed, but lately, meaning early this summer, I've made more realistic, although painfully meager, goals and been more frank with my inability to meet deadlines. I still barely met the goals I set, but I'll settle for the time being.
Secondly, I think maturity has greatly influenced my writing. I wrote this fanfiction called K: Side After, I don't know if I've mentioned it here, and it sucks. I say that in present tense because it's currently unfinished and I need to get back to it. I started it a little under a year ago, but I think I've improved so much in that time.
I had this epiphany over the summer. I just suddenly realized how to not write such terrible fanfiction. I won't go into detail because this is getting really long and you guys probably don't really care, but things just clicked for me. I'm still not great, but I think my writing is at a tolerable level yet. I read this post an author I like made and she said that grammar is the basis of a good story. I think she's absolutely right and, by this point, I'm pretty sure I've made it clear that my grammar is a train wreck. So that's the one thing I'm focusing on most.
As an afterthought, I just want to add that my new found writing skill are extremely slow and I've been unable to finish any of the three timed writings I've had this year.
Sorry that this was so long, but I had a lot of thoughts to get down.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Sectioned Ziploc Bags
I had another stroke of genius: sectioned ziploc bags.
I don't think they've been invented yet because I googled them, but maybe I used the wrong words or something.
I was inspired while thinking of ways to carry around origami. When you make kusudamas, there's usually 2 different parts. The petal or whatever and the connector. I suppose you could carry them both in 1 bag, but I prefer to keep them separate, which is where the sectioned ziploc bags comes in!
Essentially, it's two ziploc bags stitched together. I made a diagram. The dotted lines aren't supposed to represent perforations, but the kind of stitch-seal-thing used on the sides of ziploc bags.
You could also give some leeway between the two bags like so:
I haven't decided what to do with the seal part. I think that it'd be best to use two separate ones. They should go from side to side of each part of the bag, so if there's no space in between the two bags, then they should basically touch.
And that's the gist of it. As of September 23, 2014, I officially claim the idea of sectioned ziploc bags as mine! Feel free to actually make them, just be sure to give me credit! Unless, of course, they already exist. Then disregard this entire post.
I don't think they've been invented yet because I googled them, but maybe I used the wrong words or something.
I was inspired while thinking of ways to carry around origami. When you make kusudamas, there's usually 2 different parts. The petal or whatever and the connector. I suppose you could carry them both in 1 bag, but I prefer to keep them separate, which is where the sectioned ziploc bags comes in!
Essentially, it's two ziploc bags stitched together. I made a diagram. The dotted lines aren't supposed to represent perforations, but the kind of stitch-seal-thing used on the sides of ziploc bags.
You could also give some leeway between the two bags like so:
I haven't decided what to do with the seal part. I think that it'd be best to use two separate ones. They should go from side to side of each part of the bag, so if there's no space in between the two bags, then they should basically touch.
And that's the gist of it. As of September 23, 2014, I officially claim the idea of sectioned ziploc bags as mine! Feel free to actually make them, just be sure to give me credit! Unless, of course, they already exist. Then disregard this entire post.
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