I'm sitting in my room right now wondering when the last time someone checked the mail was. I know I haven't checked the mail, but I feel like someone else should have. They probably have. I just don't know.
I had 2 and 1/2 days of school last week because of the MONDO-STORM that caused parts of my backyard to have snow taller than I am. I spent the majority of these days playing the sims 3. Other than the fact that I now have the sims 3 music stuck in my head from time to time, I say this was time well spent.
It's snowing more now. I think there's another inch on the driveway that we cleared Thursday.
I really want to go backpacking through Europe. Just once. It would be amazing, and I really think it could mean bonding time with one of my friends, not that I've proposed this idea to her at all. However this cannot happen the summer after my senior year like I want anymore, because my job this summer fell through. Unless I get a job at six flags... Let's face it, I won't be doing jack squat this summer.
We had this whole jazz festival that our jazz band went to yesterday. I like playing music, which is why I'm in jazz band (and because of bullying into it from two friends and my dad), but I don't really like jazz, and a whole day of it was just too much for me. I had a headache all day.
And then there is turnabout this weekend, and I don't know yet if I am going with my friend (who says she will know by tuesday) or asking a guy (which I know is the point, but it's not really something I'm interested in after the failure of the last dance I went to with a boy) or figuring out a group with some other friends, or not going.
I don't know if I've mentioned this one here before, but I am down to four (confirmed) non holy pants. I'd like to go to old navy some time soon to remedy this.
Think that's all for now
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Why I Hate the Poster in My Health Classroom
I am a junior taking health in a sophomore class. The only other junior in this class is someone who also moved last year. This is not at all relevant to the story, but I felt it necessary to interject, because I am/have taken three classes this year meant for sophomores: Drivers Ed, Health, and AP Euro, and so it is no wonder that people either think that I'm a Freshman, Sophomore or Junior. And this isn't even adding in such details as the fact that the majority of my friends at my school (by which I mean all of my close friends but one) are Freshmen or that I often only have half a lunch period, or that... well you get the point.
Anyways!
So there is this poster in my health classroom, it says "Live for the Future, Not the Moment. Sex Can Wait". Now lets ignore the fact that in general I am against abstinence education as the root of sex ed. I know my health class does comprehensive sex ed, but I have no idea if abstinence is one of the major roots of the sex ed part, as I have not gotten there yet. Not to say that I'm against people who decide that abstinence is right for them, I just know that it's probably not something that really fits me, or a whole lot of other people.
Right back to what I was saying before that tangent.
So ignore the last three words of that poster, and you're left with "Live for the Future, Not the Moment." What kind of life advice is THAT? I understand that you need to realize that your actions now, if only focused on your current amusement rather than the impacts on your future, can badly impact your future (and later amusement). But to live a life that is only ever focused on the next thing and the next thing is no way to live. You need to stop and breathe. Love and enjoy what you have in that moment, because living outside of the current moment so entirely means loosing so much. Parents can almost always tell you that their children seemed to have grown up in the blink of an eye. And think of how much faster that time might seem to have gone if they were only considering that their child was going to grow up into an angsty teenager, rather enjoying their time left with a curious and rambunctious tot.
Another poster that is actually outside of my health classroom on the door speaks about how if you have sex you're going to feel unnatural, wrong things. Why on Earth should sex be considered unnatural? Can anyone answer me that? I mean, sex is pretty damn natural, it's what keeps a large amount of species, well, EXISTING. If that isn't natural then I don't know what is. You know what isn't natural? Clothes. So am I supposed to stop wearing clothes because a poster has related what is unnatural to what is wrong?
Abstinence posters, please get your act together.
Sincerely,
A Disgruntled Junior Health Student
(AKA Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek)
Anyways!
So there is this poster in my health classroom, it says "Live for the Future, Not the Moment. Sex Can Wait". Now lets ignore the fact that in general I am against abstinence education as the root of sex ed. I know my health class does comprehensive sex ed, but I have no idea if abstinence is one of the major roots of the sex ed part, as I have not gotten there yet. Not to say that I'm against people who decide that abstinence is right for them, I just know that it's probably not something that really fits me, or a whole lot of other people.
Right back to what I was saying before that tangent.
So ignore the last three words of that poster, and you're left with "Live for the Future, Not the Moment." What kind of life advice is THAT? I understand that you need to realize that your actions now, if only focused on your current amusement rather than the impacts on your future, can badly impact your future (and later amusement). But to live a life that is only ever focused on the next thing and the next thing is no way to live. You need to stop and breathe. Love and enjoy what you have in that moment, because living outside of the current moment so entirely means loosing so much. Parents can almost always tell you that their children seemed to have grown up in the blink of an eye. And think of how much faster that time might seem to have gone if they were only considering that their child was going to grow up into an angsty teenager, rather enjoying their time left with a curious and rambunctious tot.
Another poster that is actually outside of my health classroom on the door speaks about how if you have sex you're going to feel unnatural, wrong things. Why on Earth should sex be considered unnatural? Can anyone answer me that? I mean, sex is pretty damn natural, it's what keeps a large amount of species, well, EXISTING. If that isn't natural then I don't know what is. You know what isn't natural? Clothes. So am I supposed to stop wearing clothes because a poster has related what is unnatural to what is wrong?
Abstinence posters, please get your act together.
Sincerely,
A Disgruntled Junior Health Student
(AKA Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
New Year
Right, so here it goes.
I have deleted the goals on the side of the page (which were pathetic, and I barely updated anyways), and instead replaced it with links to me elsewhere on the internet. Notice the shiny new goal blog!
You may not have read that far back, but this blog actually used to be a goal blog, until about halfway through March when I wrote "not my idea", which was the last post that referenced any goals. This goal blog is going to be very different from when this was a goal blog, so check it out if you're interested, and then tell me I'm mad.
A goal that I have that has nothing to do with the goal blog is just to keep updating this blog. At least weekly. Last year I wrote over 70 posts, which is crazy and amazing, but most of the lackluster comes from the end of the year when I barely posted at all. This needs to be a fixed. And I don't want to just update about myself. I want to DO something. Problem is I have no idea what to blog about. So topics be needed, or ideas of something to do (like try a recipe or take pictures or something). Because I think writing about just yourself all the time can't be super amazing to read unless you're close friends who don't talk much or something.
Oh and speaking of that, I am either going to publicly post the email I use for this, or make a new email that I can be contacted at. This will probably help with the whole wanting to have proper conversations with any of you that have commented before without having to figure out elaborate neopets schemes. So once I figure out which of those I am doing, I will have a new post that will also give out the email.
Also, I've been kind of sucking at the whole keeping up and commenting on blogs that I follow thing... Yeah, hopefully gonna work on that.
So either all of this will get accomplished or I will continue to be lazy. Let's hope for the former!
Back to refreshing HPFF for the new Once There Was A Darkness Chapter to be posted today.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
PS: Have any of you played munchkin before? We used to play it all the time during GT classes in 8th grade and I am going to be using the money my grandma gave be for christmas to buy a copy for myself, but I don't know which version to get. I'm between Star Munchkin, Munchkin Impossible or the original Munchkin. I might be getting a copy as soon as today, so anything you can put in would be lovely. Thanks!
I have deleted the goals on the side of the page (which were pathetic, and I barely updated anyways), and instead replaced it with links to me elsewhere on the internet. Notice the shiny new goal blog!
You may not have read that far back, but this blog actually used to be a goal blog, until about halfway through March when I wrote "not my idea", which was the last post that referenced any goals. This goal blog is going to be very different from when this was a goal blog, so check it out if you're interested, and then tell me I'm mad.
A goal that I have that has nothing to do with the goal blog is just to keep updating this blog. At least weekly. Last year I wrote over 70 posts, which is crazy and amazing, but most of the lackluster comes from the end of the year when I barely posted at all. This needs to be a fixed. And I don't want to just update about myself. I want to DO something. Problem is I have no idea what to blog about. So topics be needed, or ideas of something to do (like try a recipe or take pictures or something). Because I think writing about just yourself all the time can't be super amazing to read unless you're close friends who don't talk much or something.
Oh and speaking of that, I am either going to publicly post the email I use for this, or make a new email that I can be contacted at. This will probably help with the whole wanting to have proper conversations with any of you that have commented before without having to figure out elaborate neopets schemes. So once I figure out which of those I am doing, I will have a new post that will also give out the email.
Also, I've been kind of sucking at the whole keeping up and commenting on blogs that I follow thing... Yeah, hopefully gonna work on that.
So either all of this will get accomplished or I will continue to be lazy. Let's hope for the former!
Back to refreshing HPFF for the new Once There Was A Darkness Chapter to be posted today.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
PS: Have any of you played munchkin before? We used to play it all the time during GT classes in 8th grade and I am going to be using the money my grandma gave be for christmas to buy a copy for myself, but I don't know which version to get. I'm between Star Munchkin, Munchkin Impossible or the original Munchkin. I might be getting a copy as soon as today, so anything you can put in would be lovely. Thanks!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Fandom
I am not the loud, vocal one. I don't lead anything. I can even be apathetic at points. But until things get very bad I am loyal to the end.
I think the only TV show I ever stopped completely standing by was Bones, which has continued to go down the drain in the realm of becoming a caricature of itself. I miss the Brennan who used to kick butt. I get annoyed that she's been flanderized to such a point as she has. I still tune in every week, perhaps not when it airs, but by the morning after.
In general I take in. I take in other people's opinions, read reviews, read news, watch videos, listen to new songs, listen to podcasts. I take in what other people have to say and what other people plan. I'm not proactive in making any of this happen. Most of my proactivity, if any, goes towards reviewing fanfictions and reading new ones. I don't really write fanfiction anymore, because I have issues with motivation when I get frustrated with characters, and oneshots aren't always the easiest for me to do well.
I think my one solace in the idea of a fandom is that I am not alone in not being the spearhead. Harry Potter is a fandom of thousands or even millions, yet there are only a few hundred who can truly affect the fandom. And usually I am okay with this.
But sometimes I want to, and need to ask why. Why aren't I a bit older so that I could be one of the spearheads? Why haven't I truly put myself out there when I know I can? It's all so silly.
And I just have to remember that fandom isn't just about being in the lead. It's about making friends, having fun, and most importantly being passionately in love with what the fandom surrounds.
I am passionately in love with Fringe, Harry Potter, Nerdy Youtubers, Wrock (admittedly this falls under the subsection of Harry Potter), How I Met Your Mother, Maureen Johnson's Books, ALL CAPS, non-shooter video games, Neopets, and Firefly.
And while I love all of these things, I take in as much as I can, form my own opinions, and mostly keep them to myself. But sometimes I share them on here. Sometimes I start a conversation on Facebook. Sometimes I get a Fanfiction comment or make one myself.
This is my fandom.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
PS: Texas was fun, and I'm mostly being lazy about editing anything. I promise to have something* up by the end of the month though =)
*something implies at least a picture. I'm not gonna make any promises I won't keep.
I think the only TV show I ever stopped completely standing by was Bones, which has continued to go down the drain in the realm of becoming a caricature of itself. I miss the Brennan who used to kick butt. I get annoyed that she's been flanderized to such a point as she has. I still tune in every week, perhaps not when it airs, but by the morning after.
In general I take in. I take in other people's opinions, read reviews, read news, watch videos, listen to new songs, listen to podcasts. I take in what other people have to say and what other people plan. I'm not proactive in making any of this happen. Most of my proactivity, if any, goes towards reviewing fanfictions and reading new ones. I don't really write fanfiction anymore, because I have issues with motivation when I get frustrated with characters, and oneshots aren't always the easiest for me to do well.
I think my one solace in the idea of a fandom is that I am not alone in not being the spearhead. Harry Potter is a fandom of thousands or even millions, yet there are only a few hundred who can truly affect the fandom. And usually I am okay with this.
But sometimes I want to, and need to ask why. Why aren't I a bit older so that I could be one of the spearheads? Why haven't I truly put myself out there when I know I can? It's all so silly.
And I just have to remember that fandom isn't just about being in the lead. It's about making friends, having fun, and most importantly being passionately in love with what the fandom surrounds.
I am passionately in love with Fringe, Harry Potter, Nerdy Youtubers, Wrock (admittedly this falls under the subsection of Harry Potter), How I Met Your Mother, Maureen Johnson's Books, ALL CAPS, non-shooter video games, Neopets, and Firefly.
And while I love all of these things, I take in as much as I can, form my own opinions, and mostly keep them to myself. But sometimes I share them on here. Sometimes I start a conversation on Facebook. Sometimes I get a Fanfiction comment or make one myself.
This is my fandom.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
PS: Texas was fun, and I'm mostly being lazy about editing anything. I promise to have something* up by the end of the month though =)
*something implies at least a picture. I'm not gonna make any promises I won't keep.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Apparently I AM an angsty teenager. How normal of me.
I'm making this whole not posting thing a real bad habit aren't I?
I'm planning on working on that. I mean, to be posting right now, I had to dig out my keyboard.
Oh computer issues. Right, so as I've stated previously here, the keyboard on my laptop likes to act up maybe once a day. Well now it's a helluva lot worse. So if I want to really type anything I have to plug in this really old keyboard we have to one of the USB ports. Now second, there is the issue of my power cord, which decided to stop charging my laptop. So now I can only charge it when my mom is home (because she takes her cord and laptop to work), and I'm probably not going to be able to bring my laptop to Texas, which is a COMPLETE bummer, because I'm going to need to import a lot of video footage onto my external hard drive.
You know, this week overall has me just stressed to the point that if I were to actually give in and cry or something stupid and cliche like that, I might not stop. And if that ain't a cliche if I've ever seen one...
First of all, it's the week of Christmas, which I haven't been able to properly celebrate with snow in three years, or even a TREE in two years. Never mind that there isn't as much goodies this year because of buying a house and all, because it's enough Christmas to make me very happy. But school has to go and ruin it. I have had finals all this week. Monday was three exams, one was really hard, and the two were just enough to make me insanely annoyed. Today I had my two hardest exams on the same freaking day.
And of course that is just the begining of issues with these past seven days. I keep getting those exams back, and none of the hard ones that I actually put a bit of effort into amount into anything higher than a C. I hate finals. They don't weigh enough to actually get you anywhere further in the class, making it really hard for me to want to study, but then they're worth just enough to bring down your entire grade. And I've never had an issue with finals before, because they've never been demanding or bitchy or painstakingly saddening before. I want to stab finals a la River Tam.
And then this week brought news about one of my friends just augh. I won't get into it, but it's really upsetting, and for now I've just been acting like I don't know anything and going along with it when what I really want to do is just shove them or something else stupid and wreckless that would get me nowhere. Not that I even can anyways. And other friends being stupid, I know it's really just bad timing on my part that I can't ever get one of my friends when they aren't busy, but you'd think they might try to make the effort to contact me as well. Because goddam it, I've needed that person a lot recently and they've been a no show.
Oh and just some added cake toppers... I had to get a Tdap today because my school was going to kick me out if I wasn't properly immunized and blah blah blah. My dad and I were supposed to go and get my mom a gift today, as well as giving me the opportunity to get my friends some gifts. But that got screwed over today, and tomorrow being the last day I'd see non-Texas trip people until January 7th, it means I can't get sweets to pass out or anything...
Oh and break, may I just mention another reason my history teacher boils my blood (not that I'm sure I've actually mentioned anything before on here, but that needs to be a post on its own once I know for sure I won't ever have to see him again against my will): He is the only teacher I had that gave homework over break, and he gave quite a lot of it. Which only stresses me out because I'm only really getting a week of Break with Texas and.
AUGH.
You know, I was gonna talk about nice things today. Or just ramble on like I usually do. I mean, I have quite a lot to say about Firefly, having just watched all of it and the movie in the last week (actually, I just finished the movie and popped around the net for about 15 minutes before stopping here). And talk about how I now am unsure about whether I want to date or be River Tam, or Kaylee. Because those two are just... Words can't describe it. If only the characters were real people... Actually no, the implications of that are a bit much.
Oh and I'm going to lick Courtney on camera when we're at sea world. If I achieve anything, it must be that. Good thing she doesn't read this, now don't tell please *shhh*
Admittedly, this will probably be my last post until I get back from Texas. Although if I get a power cord for Christmas I will at least keep track of things on the trip for y'all. You deserve it if you've read this far (leave a comment with the word quintessential to prove you've read this far through all of my crap, and get a virtual Christmas cookie - Complete with sprinkles!)
Have a happy Christmas, eat lots of real cookies, and enjoy your time with your family!
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
I'm planning on working on that. I mean, to be posting right now, I had to dig out my keyboard.
Oh computer issues. Right, so as I've stated previously here, the keyboard on my laptop likes to act up maybe once a day. Well now it's a helluva lot worse. So if I want to really type anything I have to plug in this really old keyboard we have to one of the USB ports. Now second, there is the issue of my power cord, which decided to stop charging my laptop. So now I can only charge it when my mom is home (because she takes her cord and laptop to work), and I'm probably not going to be able to bring my laptop to Texas, which is a COMPLETE bummer, because I'm going to need to import a lot of video footage onto my external hard drive.
You know, this week overall has me just stressed to the point that if I were to actually give in and cry or something stupid and cliche like that, I might not stop. And if that ain't a cliche if I've ever seen one...
First of all, it's the week of Christmas, which I haven't been able to properly celebrate with snow in three years, or even a TREE in two years. Never mind that there isn't as much goodies this year because of buying a house and all, because it's enough Christmas to make me very happy. But school has to go and ruin it. I have had finals all this week. Monday was three exams, one was really hard, and the two were just enough to make me insanely annoyed. Today I had my two hardest exams on the same freaking day.
And of course that is just the begining of issues with these past seven days. I keep getting those exams back, and none of the hard ones that I actually put a bit of effort into amount into anything higher than a C. I hate finals. They don't weigh enough to actually get you anywhere further in the class, making it really hard for me to want to study, but then they're worth just enough to bring down your entire grade. And I've never had an issue with finals before, because they've never been demanding or bitchy or painstakingly saddening before. I want to stab finals a la River Tam.
And then this week brought news about one of my friends just augh. I won't get into it, but it's really upsetting, and for now I've just been acting like I don't know anything and going along with it when what I really want to do is just shove them or something else stupid and wreckless that would get me nowhere. Not that I even can anyways. And other friends being stupid, I know it's really just bad timing on my part that I can't ever get one of my friends when they aren't busy, but you'd think they might try to make the effort to contact me as well. Because goddam it, I've needed that person a lot recently and they've been a no show.
Oh and just some added cake toppers... I had to get a Tdap today because my school was going to kick me out if I wasn't properly immunized and blah blah blah. My dad and I were supposed to go and get my mom a gift today, as well as giving me the opportunity to get my friends some gifts. But that got screwed over today, and tomorrow being the last day I'd see non-Texas trip people until January 7th, it means I can't get sweets to pass out or anything...
Oh and break, may I just mention another reason my history teacher boils my blood (not that I'm sure I've actually mentioned anything before on here, but that needs to be a post on its own once I know for sure I won't ever have to see him again against my will): He is the only teacher I had that gave homework over break, and he gave quite a lot of it. Which only stresses me out because I'm only really getting a week of Break with Texas and.
AUGH.
You know, I was gonna talk about nice things today. Or just ramble on like I usually do. I mean, I have quite a lot to say about Firefly, having just watched all of it and the movie in the last week (actually, I just finished the movie and popped around the net for about 15 minutes before stopping here). And talk about how I now am unsure about whether I want to date or be River Tam, or Kaylee. Because those two are just... Words can't describe it. If only the characters were real people... Actually no, the implications of that are a bit much.
Oh and I'm going to lick Courtney on camera when we're at sea world. If I achieve anything, it must be that. Good thing she doesn't read this, now don't tell please *shhh*
Admittedly, this will probably be my last post until I get back from Texas. Although if I get a power cord for Christmas I will at least keep track of things on the trip for y'all. You deserve it if you've read this far (leave a comment with the word quintessential to prove you've read this far through all of my crap, and get a virtual Christmas cookie - Complete with sprinkles!)
Have a happy Christmas, eat lots of real cookies, and enjoy your time with your family!
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Procrastination at its Finest
So this is a short excerpt from the bit of NaNoWriMo that I did do. I should be doing my homework instead of posting this, but this is of course, procrastination at its finest. Plus I'm still feeling a tad sick, so homework can suck it. Also, please understand this is completely unedited, and thus, completely sucks.
The subway station is warmer, but not nearly warm enough. My eyes dart around. They all probably think I'm on drugs. It's not like it hasn't happened before. I didn't even develop this habit until I was six years old...
The numbers had always been there, so I gave them no notice. I thought everyone saw them, and just didn't talk about it. No one had ever said anything about the numbers, so it was probably an older person thing. Nothing to worry about.
After about a month of begging my mom to "please, please, please, let me get a hamster!" I was finally given my wish. We were going to go to the pet store right after she got home from work. I'd already decided on names. Rockstar for a boy, or Amy for a girl. I practically ran all the way home, key around my neck, pulsing with my steps. Badum, Badum, Badum... The clock moved terribly slow, yet I continued to stare as the second hand continued its circle.
At 5:30 she was home, and I cried out, "C'mon, you took forever. Let's go." She may have laughed, but I took no notice. I was getting my hamster!
I was determined to run straight to the hamsters, but mom directed me to the cages. "He'll want to know a nice home is waiting for him before he comes home with us." I, of course trusted her. It was a modest cage, with a water bottle attached. We also got him a little house, and a hamster wheel. I attempted to run over to the hamsters again, but she reminded me that he needed food. So I begrudgingly stomped along.
Finally, I was free to run to the hamsters. Immediately, I saw my Rockstar. He was honey brown, with the cutest beady eyes, and a little nose sniffing tentatively in the air. My mother found an employee, who explained to me how I needed to take extremely good care of my pet, because animals need love and attention. I promised I would, and was presented with my little Rockstar.
One thing I immediately noticed about Rockstar was that his numbers were lower than any other person or animal I'd seen. 000:00:1:2:03:24. But I didn't think it was too big of a deal. The numbers changed all the time.
For the first couple of days, Rockstar was the only recipient of my love and attention. Then I got distracted, but remembered to feed him. Then one day, I didn't remember to feed him anymore.
His last day alive, I noticed his numbers were almost all zero. 000:00:0:0:07:42. I went to my friend's apartment to play for a bit. When I came back, Rockstar's numbers read 000:00:0:0:00:28. It occurred to me that I hadn't fed him in a while, and gave him some food. It was too late though, because I watched him crawl into the corner as his numbers hit 000:00:0:0:00:01, before disappearing altogether. I prodded him, hopelessly confused, before I realized he had died.
The numbers were counting down to death.
So I just want to know what you think, so feel free to leave a comment with telling me what was good, what needs some work, ect.
Oh, and since it might not be completely obvious, that scene is not the first in the book. It's about seven pages into what I hand wrote. I chose it because it makes enough sense on its own without any background.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
The subway station is warmer, but not nearly warm enough. My eyes dart around. They all probably think I'm on drugs. It's not like it hasn't happened before. I didn't even develop this habit until I was six years old...
The numbers had always been there, so I gave them no notice. I thought everyone saw them, and just didn't talk about it. No one had ever said anything about the numbers, so it was probably an older person thing. Nothing to worry about.
After about a month of begging my mom to "please, please, please, let me get a hamster!" I was finally given my wish. We were going to go to the pet store right after she got home from work. I'd already decided on names. Rockstar for a boy, or Amy for a girl. I practically ran all the way home, key around my neck, pulsing with my steps. Badum, Badum, Badum... The clock moved terribly slow, yet I continued to stare as the second hand continued its circle.
At 5:30 she was home, and I cried out, "C'mon, you took forever. Let's go." She may have laughed, but I took no notice. I was getting my hamster!
I was determined to run straight to the hamsters, but mom directed me to the cages. "He'll want to know a nice home is waiting for him before he comes home with us." I, of course trusted her. It was a modest cage, with a water bottle attached. We also got him a little house, and a hamster wheel. I attempted to run over to the hamsters again, but she reminded me that he needed food. So I begrudgingly stomped along.
Finally, I was free to run to the hamsters. Immediately, I saw my Rockstar. He was honey brown, with the cutest beady eyes, and a little nose sniffing tentatively in the air. My mother found an employee, who explained to me how I needed to take extremely good care of my pet, because animals need love and attention. I promised I would, and was presented with my little Rockstar.
One thing I immediately noticed about Rockstar was that his numbers were lower than any other person or animal I'd seen. 000:00:1:2:03:24. But I didn't think it was too big of a deal. The numbers changed all the time.
For the first couple of days, Rockstar was the only recipient of my love and attention. Then I got distracted, but remembered to feed him. Then one day, I didn't remember to feed him anymore.
His last day alive, I noticed his numbers were almost all zero. 000:00:0:0:07:42. I went to my friend's apartment to play for a bit. When I came back, Rockstar's numbers read 000:00:0:0:00:28. It occurred to me that I hadn't fed him in a while, and gave him some food. It was too late though, because I watched him crawl into the corner as his numbers hit 000:00:0:0:00:01, before disappearing altogether. I prodded him, hopelessly confused, before I realized he had died.
The numbers were counting down to death.
So I just want to know what you think, so feel free to leave a comment with telling me what was good, what needs some work, ect.
Oh, and since it might not be completely obvious, that scene is not the first in the book. It's about seven pages into what I hand wrote. I chose it because it makes enough sense on its own without any background.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Sick
I'm sick right now. And it sucks.
Yesterday I got home from school, let the dog out, let her back in, then proceeded to sleep for two hours until my mom called me asking what I wanted for dinner. Then I just sort of lay there like I was dead or something, with the tv on in the background. After that I ate, went upstairs and did the internet thing for a bit. I felt tired at about ten, so I closed my laptop to go to sleep, only I could not get comfortable. I was tossing and turning until about one in the morning. And then after finally getting some sleep, I woke up at six, thinking that I'd only slept for an hour again, only to find there was snow outside. Snow which means I'm in trouble, because yesterday I was supposed clean up the yard before it snowed. And snow which I cannot properly partake in, because my head feels like it's trying to explode. I wish I could make snow angels today.
It's still snowing. This morning when I woke up, it was simply a couple of inches of snow, with a dark sky. But it started snowing again around eight, and hasn't stopped for the past two hours. It's absolutely gorgeous. I wish it could look like this forever.
I really think I need to take a shower, because we are getting our new washer and dryer delivered today (thank goodness, our washer and dryer that we have right now are ancient, loud, annoying things). However, I would much rather just stay here in bed, staring out the window and watching the snow fall as cars and snow plows drive by.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
Yesterday I got home from school, let the dog out, let her back in, then proceeded to sleep for two hours until my mom called me asking what I wanted for dinner. Then I just sort of lay there like I was dead or something, with the tv on in the background. After that I ate, went upstairs and did the internet thing for a bit. I felt tired at about ten, so I closed my laptop to go to sleep, only I could not get comfortable. I was tossing and turning until about one in the morning. And then after finally getting some sleep, I woke up at six, thinking that I'd only slept for an hour again, only to find there was snow outside. Snow which means I'm in trouble, because yesterday I was supposed clean up the yard before it snowed. And snow which I cannot properly partake in, because my head feels like it's trying to explode. I wish I could make snow angels today.
It's still snowing. This morning when I woke up, it was simply a couple of inches of snow, with a dark sky. But it started snowing again around eight, and hasn't stopped for the past two hours. It's absolutely gorgeous. I wish it could look like this forever.
I really think I need to take a shower, because we are getting our new washer and dryer delivered today (thank goodness, our washer and dryer that we have right now are ancient, loud, annoying things). However, I would much rather just stay here in bed, staring out the window and watching the snow fall as cars and snow plows drive by.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
