so this is different, but listen. the floor is underrated
people are amazing
colorful pens are fantastic for taking biology notes and parsing latin sentences. i’ve never looked back.
dry erase markers + mirror are handy and make a fun toy
this keith green song has been stuck in my head all last week
now my mirror is completely filled with writing. all bullet points of course.
i think chick-fil-a is a little tired of seeing my team every week. but most importantly i have managed to almost convert all my peeps to the true glory of dipping fries in milkshakes
our team t-shirts are pretty epic
in december i had an idea. but like 51, it felt different. and special. and it grew. here and there, just been brainstorming. writing down notes. and making collages.
i wanted to make this one my background on my phone but then i realized that might look weird. it is a collage of random people that i found.
the story doesn’t have a title yet (surprise ha) and it will probably take a long time to find a good one, so i gave it a random stand-in name that came out of no where: untitled timebus jazz.
untitled jazz. it sounded like this. random thoughts. bullet points. pictures of life.
let me tell you. there is no other experience like singing with sixty other people.
giant spotlights shining from across the gym give the orchestra members magical halos when you’re perched on the risers behind, out of sight of the crowd. it’s breathtaking paired with their music that throbs and aches and begs for emotions.
that was december but thinking of it still makes me happy
saturday i have my mock trial competition. i don’t feel nervous. yet.
i know i will eventually. but i also know it will all leave that moment i stand. cause it’s all come together and my friends are amazing and that calmness i will feel is all for them and for all their work.
i use to dislike the fact i have the first speech. now it’s my way to stand up and give them all back the confidence they give me.
its all for you. you got this.
i needed this. maybe you did. maybe sometimes you need to say the obvious or think your random thoughts and clear your mind. tell me if you do. i’ll listen.
one final thing: sometimes it’s hard to smile. but perhaps smiling doesn’t mean life is perfect or even great. but maybe it means trying to make other people’s life good. look around. you are loved. so love.
Normally on Fridays either I have to get up really early to spit out a post or wait until after my co-op class and drag myself to the computer in the evening and crank something out if I still have the energy, but today I woke up, did a little Latin, a little nothing, a little reading, and a game with my little sister.
And what does break week mean? (…beyond feeling lost and confused and losing my school groove and flailing my arms.) It means I’m half way there to Christmas break and the end of the first semester of… my Sophomore year…?
Wow, already there?
Okay, Sophomore doesn’t sound as impressive as saying “junior” or “senior.” But still. Once this year is over, I’ll be half way done with high school.
I can never decide what time truly is.
h u r t.
And you’re bored.
And you’re suddenly hungry.
But then sometimes time is like lightning. So incredibly fast and blinding that it strikes you unconscious.
Or maybe then time is some strange combination.
Out of which we deduce time is Turbo:
And in which case, it all makes sense because time is really just a fantasy.
I never have time.
This year of school has been very interesting. I was expecting not to like Biology but so far it has only meant pages and pages of details on mushroom and fungi and the fatal illnesses they cause.
What’s not to like?
The pond water after four weeks of feeding and then killing off micro-organisms did smell up the entire building, but it was extremely interesting. (Not to mention spending the rest of the biology hour in the bathroom, cleaning again and again the droppers.)
I’ve been learning a lot of interesting systems for organizing organisms, interesting controversies, etc. It’s all been very inspiring for world building. And to think of all the smallest details that all work together to create the level of this world we see. (And now I can not look at a jug of milk sitting on the counter without thinking about why it should be in the refrigerator…)
But not only has all this been prompting a new view of my world building, it has given me a new appreciation for the beauty of the world.
In fact, the first slide of the semester that I looked at (that of a onion root) immediately reminded me of something.
Zentangle: that art where you fill in objects with small intricate designs.
Isn’t that gorgeous?? It makes me want to find a microscope and stare at tiny particles all day.
And I thought I would hate biology.
Did I mention we got to take a walk during class to go collect mushrooms?
Oh yeah. And then we got to poke, prod, cut, and shred them up to go under the microscope.
Beyond biology, there has been ancient epic poetry, endless logic exercises, and another round of Latin exceptions to all those Latin rules.
I was very excited though, because I actually used my knowledge of Latin when reading poetry a month or so ago when I stumbled upon a piece by Emily Dickenson in which the first two stanzas switch between English and Latin every line.
AND I UNDERSTOOD IT.
Talk about crazy.
Then the same thing happened with a poem by C.S. Lewis this week.
How cool is that??
Also in the past week, my brother discovered that Duolingo released a course in Latin!
I dusted off my old account and cracked open this interesting development, to delve into its dusky depths.
Turns out, its super easy and I have not heard a single mention of Caesar or the Gauls yet. (And bonus points, they use the classical pronunciation, the right pronunciation. #Latinsnob)
I’ve been doing an entire lesson or two per day and am already about to hit the half way mark through what they have.
It makes me wonder if I had memorized ending for declensions in Spanish all those years ago, I would have stuck around and pushed through.
Well, now I can talk to all my Ancient Roman Solider friends about theaters and actors and markets and relatives and even booklovers, instead of slaughter and death and defeat.
See if I tried out for a Ancient Roman play a couple weeks ago, the only character I could manage to play would be Miss Flite from Bleak House as I fluster about and say the only words I only know:
Hope! Joy! Youth! Peace! Rest! Life!
Waste, Want, Ruin.
Despair, Madness, Death.
Cunning, Folly, Words, Wigs, Rags, Sheepskin.
Plunder, Precedent, Jargon, Gammon,
(…everyone’s favorite bird of course.)
So, fellow scholars studying the wars of Caesar and the Gauls, if you’re interested in broadening your acting horizons for your next time-traveling adventures, Duolingo might be a good place. 😉
Also want to read something interesting, find 1 Thessalonians 3:11 in your copy of Biblia Sacra. It’s fascinating in Latin.
And for all the rest of you?
Don’t grow up telling everyone you hate science when you’ve never really taken a full science course
Today the sky seems to be stolen from a 1950s film: Blurry gray. No blue.
Rainy days sometimes can be disheartening being stuck inside with little natural light and a yellow glare from your bedroom lamp, but there are always things to do none the less. And maybe it isn’t the fact that there aren’t things to do, but more the restlessness of a long afternoon.
Even when its sunny I have those days where I roam the house in search of something engaging to do.
I had been thinking about posting a list of activity ideas for such an afternoon since I absolutely love small random interesting tasks and the little things that brighten up the day, and then this happened.
This is proof my friends. Great minds do think alike. 😉
Well here are (my) ten somewhat random – but interesting – things to do on a rainy day (or really any day because why not?)
Warm up a marshmallow in the microwave. Note what happens. (**I am not accountable to whatever may happen when you do the aforementioned act**)
Make coffee hot-chocolate (1. First put a scoop of hot chocolate mix in a mug. 2. Add coffee to fill half of the mug. 3. Stir that in until it is completely mixed, then fill the rest with hot water and stir again. Finally add a splash of cream or milk and if you like, froth it all and top off with mini marshmallows.)
Use dry erase markers to draw on the window(s) in your room. Outline something you see outside. Do some school on it. Make a to-do list. Write a message and take a picture for a friend. Leave messages on your sibling’s windows.
Send one of your favorite songs to a friend and tell them why you love it.
Find a sunny quote and doodle it to hang in your room.
If you have a bulletin board, use widowed earrings as thumbtacks.
Pick one tree or bush in your yard and look up what it is. (We have an Osage orange tree in our yard.)
Make up a code alphabet for you and your siblings to use.
Crank up music and sweep the house.
And if it is just misting or a slow drizzle, simply open your window and enjoy the cool breeze and the smell of fresh rain and soil.
And I would have put sorting through closets and baking on my list but then it would look like I stole those ideas from Kenechi Duatron. Instead I’ll just say, go read her list too, because there are some really fun ideas there! (Like becoming Iron Man. 😉 )
Whatever you do, if you warm up a marshmallow in the microwave, make sure to report back. I want to know how it goes and what you think. 😉
Have you ever just wanted to write for the sake of writing?
Nothing planned. Nothing plotted.
After a long day of pounding out papers and scratching out math equations, just you and your thoughts winding out slowly onto the page, forming little splotches of black on white.
The itch comes every once and a while for me. A little itch to be wild and dreamy with some prose; to make some words purr with my wandering ponderings and watch them stretch out and then curl up before the fire.
Maybe EvEn BREAK the RUles and cApitAlIzE in STRANGE wAys
like I use to get away with.
Well, the itch has come today, and I’m afraid I will indulge myself in satisfying it with a scratch.
I might ending up sounding a little philosophical. I might end up sounding a little poetical. Maybe silly. Who knows, but are any of those bad things?
Already I’ve made some alliteration for the sake of alliteration. I’ve sprinkled in some personification and metaphors, and stirred in a tasty verb or two.
Art is easy to compare to soup.
You dump in a little of this and a little of that, like Amelia Bedelia baking up her lemon meringue pie, and then watch the colors swirl. Add a pinch of seasoning, and take a deep breath of the spicy smell.
You make mistakes. You learn to differentiate the walnuts from the pecans, the salt from the sugar, and the vinegar from the water. You learn there’s a reason they tell you to stir your concoction and that there’s a reason they say to set timers on ovens.
There is something unmatchable about learning from trial and error. It is personal and it is physical, unlike that advice found on scraps of paper books. These lessons learned have scars to prove it.
Well this past month was Camp NaNoWriMo and I learned a few things.
When you have a complicated time-traveling plot that twists and turns on itself, you might want to plot it out in greater detail before diving straight in.
Who knew my six pages on the workings of time-traveling would not be enough? Maybe I should have written more than half a page on the actual plot?
I reached 23,000 words about two and a half weeks into April, but the story was falling apart. There was also a lack of unique creativity that I was trying to go for. Plus I had yet to discover how it would end. Though that is typical when I start a project, at 23,000 words in I usually want to know before continuing. I brainstormed and brainstormed and brainstormed, but I could not work it out.
At that point, I was going to essentially burn it to ashes and then throw those out the window, but my oldest brother was visiting for the week and we began talking about it. Suddenly, explaining the plot, I began questioning my decision: Wait, what am I thinking? I love this story! I love these characters!Why give up on them??
Well, thankfully, said brother came to the rescue and gave me a good picture of what happens in my story, giving insight and blowing my mind!
Yes… a picture. Literally.
There, doesn’t that clear everything up?
One of my other brothers saw it sitting out the other day and asked, “Were you guys just destressing?”
No, I promise that graph makes sense to me.
Two words: Time travel.
So, at the moment, instead of throwing out the lovely, tangled manuscript, I will lock it up and wait for it to gather some dust, and until then I will work on fleshing out some timelines and charting the plot.
I also want to brainstorm different ways to tell the story. I was having trouble telling such a complicated plot through my third person narrative. (Maybe time to try the fun of rambling in my character’s personas?) Well, I have a couple ideas up my sleeves.
Beyond all that, I discovered that even the worst of times can be turned into great art!
“Frantically finishing finals” is an amazing alliteration, don’t you agree? 😉
Now they are officially done! *throws confetti*
…but I have some math to catch up on. Sooo… *gathers up confetti to save until that glorious day of true freedom*
But! Tuesday was the one year anniversary of The Flabbit Room’s Ildathore project. *throws confetti again*
I might say something more about my writing family, but it would end up being a mix between sappy sentences and a incoherent jumble of inside jokes.
So, instead let me delight over my Google drive folders which I discovered can be colored!
Isn’t that just amazing??
Well, fare thee well, friends! I wiLL REturN neXt wEEk for mor chicken fun.