Books

So I shall be blogging about books. If you love books and reading, then read on. If you hate books and reading, still read on because maybe this will convince you how awesome books are.

Books I am currently reading:
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

This is a really good book about this boy who may or may not have some sort of social disorder (I don't know, but it seems like it) and it's just really good and yeah. I can't really say any more than that, only that it's really good.








Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
This was a challenge from my mom because she couldn't read it all the way through and I kept telling her that it couldn't be that bad. It's a bunch of different short stories. The first one is about this guy that is on this island and I didn't understand most of the beginning of it. The second story, which is the one I'm on, I like because it has a bunch of music things that I understand and make me feel smart. So far, it's pretty good, but kind of confusing.






Books I bought at the bookstore today:
Well, I went to the bookstore today because they're closing down and everything was on sale. I bought three, or technically seven and a half, depending on how you look at it. I'll tell you more about that later.

First off: Looking For Alaska by John Green
John Green is a really awesome author. I read Paper Towns a few months ago, and loved it. To learn more about John Green you can go here and here.
Anyways, the description on the back of the book says: "BEFORE. Miles "Pudge" Haler is done with his safe life at home. His whole existence has been one big nonevent, and his obsession with famous last words has only made him crave the "Great Perhaps" (Francois Rabelais, poet) even more. He heads off to the sometimes crazy, possibly unstable, anything-but-boring world of Culver Creek Boarding School, and his life becomes the opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska young. The gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed-up, and utterly fascinating Alaska Young who is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge into her world, launches him into the Great Perhaps, and steals his heart. AFTER. Nothing is ever the same." Usually, I don't go for romance, but Paper Towns wasn't completely romance and I'm hoping that Looking for Alaska is the same. But even if it is, John Green is an amazing author, who can pull it off.

Will Grayson Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan
I honestly have no idea what this is about. None at all. But it was by John Green and it was there, so I bought it. And the cover looked cool.

This is what my copy looks like.

The Ultimate Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
 This is all of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy books in one cover plus an extra story. I read Hitchiker's Guide and loved it, and I saw it at the bookstore for $21.60 for the entire thing. That's $4.00 per book and $1.60 for the short story. I figured this was a huge deal. Anyways, it's basically a parody of Science Fiction, but you wouldn't really be able to tell. It features a character who lived on Earth right as it was being destroyed (I figured I could tell you this because it happens in the first few chapters.) and he and his alien friend catch a ride on a spaceship and go on an adventure.

So, yeah, those are my books.

I have a lot to tell

Okay, so I was going to blog on Thursday about something I'll tell you in a minute. I forgot to do it. So on Friday, I go, "Oh, I need to blog!" But then I realized I had Festival (I'll tell you about it in a minute) the next day, so I'd just wait until Festival was over with so I could blog about that too in the same post. So last night was the night I was supposed to blog. But, I was feeling too sick and tired to blog. So I didn't. And now, I'm not feeling quite as sick, and definitely not as tired, and I'd been putting it off, so I'm blogging today.

Thursday: First of all, I'd like to say it wasn't my fault. I'd like to say that, but it's not true. It was totally my fault.
I was in cooking class on March 17th, Saint Patrick's Day. I was feeling kind of tired, and just wanted to get the day over with. My group and I had just made scones and were putting them on parchment paper and then onto a baking sheet to go in the oven. One girl in my group helped me get the parchment paper on the baking sheet and I noted how the parchment paper was slipping around on the baking sheet. I went to go put the scones in the oven and as I reached down to put them in the parchment paper slipped off the baking sheet and right onto the burner with the scones on it. Luckily, the scones weren't all on the parchment paper when they hit the bottom of the oven.
As I said before, I was tired that day and not thinking all that clearly. I thought I'd reach down into the oven and just get the scones before they burned and all would be well. Luckily, there were two boys blocking my way to get the scones and I didn't just dive right down to pick up the scones. I tried to figure out a way to get around them for a second, when the parchment paper burst into flames. It was a good thing it did that then, and not a moment afterwards because if it had, the flames would have gone right in my face.
I started to call for my cooking teacher, but she was walking back to her desk. She didn't hear me. Then, everyone in my group and the group next to us saw and they called for our teacher too. At this point, I was pretty much panicking, worried that it was going to burn down the school. But she heard us, and came rushing over at the word "FIRE!" She put it out, and saved all but one scone. I remember standing there, unable to move the entire time. I was scared that she would say I could never cook again and would be sent to the dean's office or something. But, because she's a nice teacher, she just told me to hold onto the parchment paper next time. After that, I was a bit nervous around ovens and when the scones were done baking (in another oven of course, because ours was now a mess) I suggested that it was probably a bad idea for me to get them.

Friday: I barely even remember what happened on Friday. Isn't that sad. It has been out shadowed by the events on Thursday and yesterday.

Saturday: I had Festival. Festival is sort of a competition for piano, only you compete against yourself. It's a bit difficult to describe, and I guess that's the best I can do. So I'll just tell you what happened. Oh, and it's only for "young" people.
My mom and I went in this room at a college that I will not name. (To Skullgirl: If you really want to know, I'll tell you in school tomorrow.)   In it was a piano and four other kids/teens with their parents. Two judges came in with schedules for everyone, after this lady who helped run it started freaking out about how no one had a schedule. This girl went first and played her song. The judges made her sit at the piano while they finished judging her and then let her play her second piece. Then it was my turn, which I was happy about because I wasn't going last like last year. So I played my first piece, and was so close to ending it without messing up at all, when I messed up. Luckily, it wasn't bad. I know that it wasn't bad because my mom, who listens to me play the song at least once every day, didn't notice. So, hopefully I didn't totally fail that song. And then, the next song that I thought I was totally going to fail, I didn't because of the way the piano was different from my piano. When I hit the keys, they reacted faster than my piano and I didn't have to push them down very hard. So I played that pretty well except for this one part that wasn't great, and I think I messed up at some point, but it didn't really matter that much. My mom and I then just sat through the rest of the people playing and then left.
After that, my sister and mom were baking cookies, so I wanted to make some too. Half of them went to my church's bake sale which is raising money for Japan. I made peanut butter chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. They were yummy.
After that, my mom and I went to pick up Girl Scout cookies at my friend's house. It was around 3:45 when we got out of their house. At their house, we had been talking about how this guy that goes to my church and is practically the best piano player in the world (I might be exaggerating a bit, but not by a whole lot) was playing in Festival too around 4:15. Suddenly, I had the brilliant idea to sneak in and watch him play. But we didn't know where he was playing, only that it was at a hall. There are a bajillion halls at the college, so we had to run home and get the program. We had to do it fast too, to get to the place in time. We weren't sure if they would close the doors once it was 4:15 or not, but we wanted to be in there by then. Time wouldn't have been a problem if we lived near my friend's house and the college, but unfortunately, my friend lives near the college and I do not. So my mom drove fast once I got the program. We practically ran into the hall. We were actually early, which was kind of funny. And the guy who was playing (he's sixteen) came in late. But we heard everyone play, and they were all amazing. But he was probably the best. Maybe that's a bit biased, because he was the only one I knew, but still, I think everyone else would agree with me.

And I had been feeling sick all day long. I had been coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose so much that it was hurting and after blowing my nose my ear would pop, and my throat hurt really badly. And, on top of that, I was tired. So I decided to leave blogging for tomorrow (which is today).

That was my past three days. Whoo.

Happy Pi Day!

Yes, that's right, it's Pi Day! Whoo. 3/14!

Yay! Let's see all the digits of pi I have memorized.
3.14159265358979323 That's eighteen! Whoo. Now I have to get to twenty. Or better yet, 314 digits!

Whooooooooo!

Rambling

So I found a random thing that I wrote that I just rambled on. It was so that I could brainstorm and get rid of writers block, or just for when I was bored. So I shall share it with you. And I'm sure you won't understand most of it, because I barely do.

(When I write like this, this is me telling you about what I was typing about.)


So what am I gonna write now? I am a person. A person who has a nose. That nose has a nose. Wait no, no it doesn’t. Poor nose. It doesn’t have a nose. My nose doesn’t have a nose! Maybe I should give it a nose. Maybe then I’ll smell better because I have two noses. Would that give me double sniffing power? But what if it kills me because the smells overwhelm me. Maybe having a nose on my nose isn’t such a good idea. Woof. Hmm.

Next

Falling down. It is not fun. Especially when it’s on your butt and you bruise your tailbone. (This was on the day that I fell and bruised my tailbone in skating.) I don’t like it. I don’t think my butt does either. I wonder if butts have a mind of their own. That would make NO sense. I wonder if you could live without a butt. What’s the point of a butt anyways? I just don’t get it. Would  you die if your butt fell off? How do butts fall off? Did you know that writing backwards is fun. won ti od ot gniog m’I. ?ti seod esnes ekam t’nseod sihT. I’m going to stop writing like that now. OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
There are lots of songs with the word down in it. Did anyone ever notice that?  Of coarse someone did, I did! Silly me. I have five points. I like rivers. They have water. Water is good to drink. But not a lot of river water is good to drink. I like arguing with myself. And my ninja self. Stuff is Stoof. When I grow up I’m going to do something. I need to email my friend now. Goodbye. I need to write in cursive. (You might want to ignore this part. This is just me talking about fonts that don't work here. It shouldn't make any sense at all) That’s better. Wait, no it’s not, it’s barely readable. And not in cursive, just fancy. Let’s try this. Nah, it’s weird. Is this okay. Yes, perfect, in fact it looks a lot like my own handwriting. Let’s brainstorm. Brain. Storm. There, I did it. Ha ha Bob haha. Bob. Teehee. My aunt monkey is a bird. Does that even make sense? Good. Yes, I just heard you say no. I’m cool like that. Neptune. Mercury. It measures heat, is a god, and is a planet. What more can one thing do? Youtube. It’s your own tube. I like tubes. I like hallow tubes. And straws. Even though they are hallow tubes. Straws are nice. You and you. It’s fun. Blah. Over. You. Stand up, don’t sit down, your butt hurts. But then your butt goes, but butts are very buddyfull. I don’t make sense. I make dollars. Flames are hot. Because it’s fire. FIRE FIRE FIRE! I don’t like you. You’re too weird. fires are not good to play in. Someone could get hurt. Get out of that fire you! You’re name is now: You. Hi You! I still don’t like you You. You are not a person, you are a martian. And I don’t like martians. So ha! Bob is just like You. And you are You. So you are just like Bob. Haha Bob HAHA! I don’t like Bob either. If you haven’t noticed. I don’t think peeple like me. That mucch. dj;lkfsdjkl;fsdalkj;fsda;kasjl;fudlkeasffl;adsljk;sfdajlkasfjl;kafsdj;lkfadsjlkdsjkladskjlfdslkj;afjlkfsajlkfsadjkasfdjksdffadskjjklfasjklsadfkjladsfjkafsdjkdsfjklfsdajklfsdajkadsfjI am making faces at this computer screen. This is fun. Variables. They vary. Very vary. Variables vary very much. When I ruled the world. Yeah, It was great and stuff. But not grate. Because that would just be weird. dljksdsfd;lkjsjldf;ksdjkl;fjsfdalkljksafjlk;sfjsfd;lkajkldsfjkl;fsdjklsdfjl;ksdfsfl;ih;lsdsjkl;dfljk;fssfdjl;kfdsj;lkfsdj;lkfads;ljkfdsflk;fdsfl;jl.
I think this is more like my handwriting. Strangely like it, in fact. But it’s hard to read this so I’m gonna type in another font.
Is this my handwriting? Nope
This handwriting should be mine. Too bad I can’t write like this all the time. That would be fun. I like pasta. It’s good. Not gopo. Because that is not a word. Where the light is is where all the bugs are. Bad boys stand in shadows. Vampires are in the valley. Tori is a good name for you. Flip flop. Unbreakable is dancing. This is loud!!! Bruises don’t feel good. Sight is good though. Stronger Dreams and not derms. Because derms is not a word either. I’m typing a lot of non-words. floosha. going moving towing. trust is not valid. destiny can be a name.
Names. They are names. This is totally              writing. Almost                           . But not quite. Because then there would have to be the symbols and words and everything. But I guess maybe. Darn I read ahead. I hate doing that. Stupid brain. No. Just No Okay. I Enjoy Over-Capitalizing. The z is weird. Yesh. Yesh is a fun word. Homish. Up or down. Brain beds. They need to sleep too you know. Yeah we’re going down. All the right moves. Everybody knows where we’re going. I lik this song. And yes, I wrote lik on purpose.
Next.

The internet is broken. I’m sad. Eww, this font is weird. I’ll change it. Is this better? No, this is too spacey. And big. Any better? No, it’s still spacey. What about this? No. I don’t like this font. This? No, too small. Now? Yes, that’s better. No internet=me sad. I need string. Maybe I can go to the store today. And get my beloved string! Yay! String is nice. My friend is weird when she has too much sugar. And so am I. Maybe that’s why we’re friends. But probably not. Hey, look, over there, there’s a spy! But not really, it’s just a guy wearing cool sunglasses. Oh well. But what if you are the pie? Then will you become a crow? I think you will Bob. abcdefghijklmnopqurstuvwxyz next time won’t you sing with me? I don’t like singing alone. Hey, my finger is all better! Yay! Hmmm. :D That looks funny. Let me try another font. :D I like that one!  Let’s try cursive! :D I wonder how the smiley’s mouth gets like that. Was it in an accident? It’s messed up. Typedy type type. Why should I lock the doors? Oh, okay. Hmmm, let’s make a conversation between me and Fang after I‘ve had a lot of sugar! This should be fun. (Fang is a fictional character. He's from the Maximum Ride series. He has wings.)
Lily: Look, it’s Fang!
Fang: Who are you?
Lily: I’m me!
Fang: No, I’m me, you’re you.
You: But if I’m you than who’s them.
Me: They’re them.
You: No, they’re they’re.
Me: Are you trying to confuse me?
You: No, me is trying to confuse you.
Me: That was bad grammar.
You: Well, what was I supposed to say? Me has made everything more complicated.
Me: Fine then, we’ll talk in third person.
You: Fine.
Fang: Dandy.
Lily: Who says dandy anymore?
Fang: Fang says dandy.
Lily: Why, Fang, Why?
Fang: What happened to the font?
Lily: Lily doesn’t know, but it’s different.
Fang: Fang doesn’t like it.
Lily: Neither does Lily.
Fang: Can you change it, Lily?
Lily: Lily thinks so. Oh, there we go, that’s better.
Fang: Much better, now Fang can see!
Lily: Fang couldn’t see?
Fang: Yes, Fang could see.
Lily: Then why did Fang say he couldn’t?
Fang: Fang doesn’t know.
Lily: Can Lily and Fang stop talking in third person now?
Fang: But then Fang and Lily will get messed up again.
Lily: But not if Lily and Fang talk how Lily and Fang were in the beginning, before Fang complicated it.
Fang: Fine, Fang and Lily can.
Lily: Ahh, that feels much better. It’s much less hard to talk.
Fang: But you’re just typing what we would say, we’re not talking.
Lily: Close enough.
Fang: So what now?
Lily: Now you give me a birdy back ride.
Fang: D:
Lily: How do you speak emoticons?
Fang: You’re just typing this, remember?
Lily: Right.
Lily: Now fly me to the moon bird boy.
Fang: Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Lily: *climbs on Fang‘s back* *gets out whip and starts whipping Fang*
Fang: Ow! Stop that!
Lily: Never! Now fly!
Fang: When did start being so mean to me?
Lily: When you became annoying.
Fang: So, you mean when you first read the series?
Lily: No, near the end of MAX and you got all mushy with Max.
Fang: But was I annoying before then?
Lily: Yes, but not as much. And that’s not when I started being mean to you.
Fang: Oh, okay.
Lily: Now giddyup!
Fang: So now I’m a horse too?
Lily: No, you’re a horsey.
Fang: But that’s not even a word.
Lily: I just added it to the dictionary. Happy?
Fang: Yes.
Lily: Then fly!
Fang: But you weigh too much.
Lily: I don’t way that much. Stop complaining.
Fang: You weigh as much as Max.
Lily: Well, I am a human.
Fang: No, you’re a Martian, remember?
Lily: And a citizen of Randomland.
Fang: So you shouldn’t weigh this much.
Lily: Martians weigh the same amount as humans.
Fang: Then shouldn’t you have green skin?
Lily: No, we have purple skin.
Fang: Then why don’t you have purple skin right now?
Lily: You can’t even see, remember?
Fang: But I can.
Lily: But you’re just words on a screen.
Fang: I’m also on paper.
Lily: But you’re still just words, and words can’t see.
Fang: But I’m a special word.
Lily: That doesn’t mean you can see.
Fang: Yes it does!
Lily: Goodbye!
Fang: Fine.
Lily: Not fine.
Fang: Yes it is!
Lily: Look! Over there! It’s a unicorn!
Fang: *looks*
Lily: *teleports away while Fang’s looking at the unicorn*
Fang: There aren’t any- Hey! Where’d you go?
Fang: Oh well, I didn’t like her anyways.
Lily: *hears Fang saying that* *slaps him even though she’s not really there*
Fang: Owie!
Lily: *disappears*
Fang: *flies off into the sunset singing*
The End.
I must type more words now. But it’s too hot. It’s also two hot. As in, the number 2. That’s the number of degrees in farenheit here. You know, if you multiply it by 45. I think I may die. Because it’s humid too. So humid you could swim. And I’ll drown. Then, poof! I’m dead. I’m not going to the movies. I wonder if I’ll do tye-die. But I am going bowling. I wonder if they’ll have the same music. It’s better than popular music, but not by much. I think I might go swimming. Swimmy, swimmy, swimmy; fishy, fishy, fishy. Swimmy fishy; swimmy fishy; swimmy, swimmy fishy. I’m done swimming now. It’s not so hot now. But still hotter than I’d like. How do I do this? Whatever, I’ll figure it out tomorrow. ///ssaaffffjdfffjffffjffddffffjffffjffffjffddfdfdfjfffjffffjffddffffjffjfddfdfddffdsdffdsasdsasaaasdfdffjffdssdfjfjffffjffffjfffddffjjjkfffffjklkjjjjjjjkjjjjkjjkjffklkjkjfdjfdfkjfddfjffjjfdfjjfdsdfdsdfdsddfdsdfjfdfjfdfdfdf

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Oh no. My poem is due tomorrow. And I have no clue what to write. Maybe I’ll type. And not listen to music because music is distracting. Blergh. I have no idea how to do this. I’m going to dieeeeeeeeeee. I hate my LA teacher. I don’t want to write a poem about myself. Can’t I write it about someone else? Maybe if I just pretend that I’m someone else I’ll be able to write it about me. Or maybe I can write it in third person. That would help. And then I’ll switch it back to first person. Yeah. And then she’ll think I did actual editing when I didn’t really. Haha! I feel like a genius. An evil genius.  There is also no o in genius. Why did I try to put an o in there? What can I say about my appearance? Let’s look at a picture of me. (That was today.)





I'm going to post a picture of it so you can understand the font part of it.

Um... yeah. That's it. Enjoy.

Me Playing the Piano

This is me playing piano. Watch it. It's bad. I was nervous when I recorded it. Hopefully next time when I record I won't be nervous again, because I'm usually not.

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Did that work? I hope it did. Anyways, that's one of my favorite piano songs. It uses a bit of augmented chords, and I just love it. <3 Yeah. Hopefully I can record another song tomorrow. I have about an hour on my hands to do it, so I probably will be able too.

No, it didn't work. Linky Link

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I haven't wrote a blogpost in over two weeks. Um... yeah, I haven't had anything to write about. Well, nothing I feel motivated to write.

But here, go to this website, they have tons of good music that's awesome. Many really good, undiscovered bands post songs there.

I recommend The Icarus Account and Transparent Things.

So now what do I say? I feel like I owe you people something.

I want a lollipop. Or something to bite. I want my mom to get home so I can have dinner already. Okay, maybe 4:30 is a little early for dinner, but I'm hungry.

Well, bye.