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August 12, 2010

I told myself that I’d do something cool, like, make a blog post, once I hit 800 people. So here’s the post. Hooray.


Thursday: Hailey and MoA

August 12, 2010

In which Hailey talks about herself, the vlog, and her recent trip to the MoA.

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Sunday: Bugs and borrowing iPods. Say hello to The Sometimes Creative Vlog

August 9, 2010

So remember this post a few weeks back?

Well this has finally happened.

Thanks to the power of Google, you can watch it below! Yay!

Hailey’s response video will be coming soon!

Hey Bjorn, I’ve Got Your Umlaut Right Here: My Visit To Ikea. (via Blurt)

August 9, 2010

Here’s the thing. I like/hate Ikea. It is a wonderful/annoying place with an interesting/gross smell and swedish meatballs. Ah, Sweden… the culture… the sociallized medecine… ABBA…

Hey Bjorn, I've Got Your Umlaut Right Here: My Visit To Ikea. Ikea has been open in my area for at least a year.   When this giant retailer announced that they deigned to sell their stuff here in North Carolina, the local media went into a frenzy. That was enough to make me decide to never go there. My committment to my personal boycott was cemented by every story of how wonderful the store would be and the people lining up days in advance for the privilege of shopping there first.  Then came the fateful di … Read More

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I can’t write for very long. This is why!

August 4, 2010

It all starts so innocently. I wake up and think, “Hey, yes, I think I’ll write today!” And then I get dressed and then I eat breakfast and then I brush my teeth and then I fix my hair and then I slap on deodorant and then I wash my face and then I go into my room to my desk and then I think, “I’ll write now! Hooray! Everything is good!” And then I pick up my iPod to listen to music.

BUT THEN I think, “Hey, let’s check emailfacebooktexts!” And I do that. And then I check my app updates. And then I check to see if that STUPID NEW POCKET GOD HAS COME OUT. And then I just end up hitting refresh again and again on facebook and then I update my status and then I spin around in my chair. And then I reply to those emails. And I text someone! And they text back! And the next thing I know I’VE BEEN SITTING AT MY DESK IN MY ROOM FOR AN HOUR AND HAVE NOT WRITTEN A WORD. And I’m like, “Oh, crap, I have to write!” And I open the computer and stare at the last sentence I wrote and then I type for a little bit. But then there’s another text! And I reply to that! 

And then after a few minutes of that I actually buckle down and write pretty solidly(between texts) for an hour or so. And the I stretch, and spin around again, and wonder what to put next. Whilst wondering this I generally stop listening to my iPod, and I lose all focus entirely. My mind is set free to wander, free from the restraints of fiction and music, and usually settles on strange things. Such as, “HEY, that picture on my wall isn’t straight! Must go fix!” I fix it and then sit back down and I’m like, “I’m hungry.” And so I wander downstairs and dig through the pantry and oh, looks like someone ate the last of the CHEEZITS! And I reflect on how I need to stop eating Cheezits all the time anyway, but I’m still hungry, so I find a bagel and eat it. Then I eat another, and I realize that, “Hey look! Mail truck!” 

I have to go and find some shoes and then run down to the mailbox, to find that it’s a Victoria’s Secret magazine and some bills. for my parents. Having become dissatisfied with the mail, I go and sit on the couch and finish the bagel. Then I think, “Writing! Yeah!” I run upstairs and plop down but oh no, my room is MESSY! And so I obsessive compulsively clean my room and then sit down again. I think for a few minutes, open my laptop and try to write again. But I forgot my music so I have to set that up again.Then I write off and on for about half an hour, but then it’s lunchtime. And so I get up really fast and run downstairs and pull out some instant ramen and cook that, and then run back upstairs, grab a book, then come back down and with the help of the book make lunch last twice as long as it really should.

Then I go back upstairs and write a bit more, but then I have a total meltdown d that what I’m doing is absolute awfulness and then I go back and forth with myself, saying, “YES! It is terrible!” Then my inner confidence screams, “NO! It’s wonderful!” And then my self-doubt says, “BADNESSPANTS!” And then my confidence is like, “Well… um…it’s okay if it’s bad! You can suck sometimes!” And then my self-doubt says victoriously, “SEE! I was right! It’s bad! Haha!”

And then I try to write a few more sentences  but somehow get sucked into checking to see if there are any new videos in my subscribed list on YouTube, and then I just watch the old ones when there aren’t, and then I play video games, and then I go downstairs and wander around aimlessly, and then I come back up and text someone, and then I think, “Hey! I wanted to write today!” And then it’s 5:00 PM. You may not notice this, but I hate this time of day. I feel lazy and tired and usually have a headache. And then my brain says, “Nooo… not the words… don’t press the keys… agh… please, don’t…” And then I go downstairs and wonder when dinner is and get a soda and come back up and it’s six, and I’m all fine, and I try to write for a few more minutes. Then DINNER happens and the next thing I know I’m sitting back in the chair in my pajamas and I realize that I am tired.

That’s what my ‘writing days’ are like: 30% working and the rest of the day is spent wanting to work but not for some reason.

Why I’m a Conceited Little Bugger

August 4, 2010

There is basically one reason. Here it is.

I want to get published as a writer before I am 18.

There, now that that’s out, you maybe wondering why that makes me a conceited little bugger. Well, to actually do it, I think of myself as able to do it. See where I’m going with this? A general rule of… the universe, I guess, is that you need to think that you can do something if you want to do it(Think ‘The Little Engine That Could’).

So I think that I can accomplish this goal. Back when I was younger, I wanted to get published before I was 13. Yeah. Okay. I realize now, of course, that this was an unrealistic goal. My story was crap and my writing was crappier, and I had my head full of the grand ideas of fame and recognition, “Oh wow, he’s that genius kid who wrote a bestselling novel before he was a teenager!” I don’t see it as a failure to do so now that I’m 15 and haven’t done this, because it was a silly and overconfident goal. Nobody in their right mind would have picked my horrible manuscript out of a submission pile and read it voraciously, thinking to themselves, “YES! WE MUST PUBLISH THIS KID! HE’S A PRODIGY!” I actually have a printed version of this story, and it literally pains me to read it. The only way I could have done this was to self-publish, which is a lot of money and kind of pointless, because all it is is making the book yourself just to see your name in print. 

I’ve come a long way, I hope, since age 10. I have learned to actually look for a story, and not mindlessly rip of ideas and toss in cliches every three pages. Originality helps, I’ve discovered, with writing. I’ve also established a love and a passion, maybe, for the art of writing. It’s something I love to do. It’s something I love to be associated with. I smile every time I hear the word, and whenever someone calls me a writer(That doesn’t happen much).  But plenty of people that I look up to say that there is not much point getting published as a teenager. You haven’t worked long enough, you haven’t learned enough, you haven’t screwed up enough. And to tell you the truth, I feel like this may be true. Obviously I am not a child genius, or at least nobody’s told me yet. I feel like I have a long ways to go. But I have come   long way in four years of banging at a keyboard and hoping something interesting would appear on the screen.

On the other hand(GAD that expression), I have received some validation from people who I can actually do this to some degree. I’ve even been encouraged to pursue publishing. Also, there are plenty of writers(Christopher Paolini, Michelle Izmaylov, and many others) who were successfully published during their teenage years. So I’m not alone. And at 17 or 16 or whatever it is, I don’t want to make a business out of it, I don’t think I’m that good, and won’t be until I’m a bit older. I just want to do it. Because if I can do it, than I have proof I can pursue it and I’m not just wasting my time. Besides, who doesn’t want to see their name on the spine of a book resting on the shelf?  Call it a personal goal. I might just publish a few stories in some magazines and call it an accomplishment, which it would undoubtedly be.

I am a bit of a believer in ‘youth culture’, as you might call it. Maybe that’s a bad term to use. I believe that kids my age have the ability to do things. They have fantastic ideas. Why not let them-us-chase these ideas? Most people don’t seem to think that a kid like me could successfully come up with a story and get it published, or think it should happen. It’s happened. And by gosh I will make it happen again. I want to BE a writer. I want to be able to say, “Yes, I have done it,” after all these years. I’ve apparently got some raw talent there. I am striving towards polishing that raw talent. And I hope God wants me to go there, because that seems to be where I’m headed. Doing something with your life this early seems strange to most people, but I feel like why not? You don’t know what you’re going to end up doing, but I do not want to end up in a cubicle somewhere. And since you don’t know, why not try things out? I don’t mean to toss aside my elders and people who have experience in life, that’s the last thing I want to do. I have extreme respect for anyone with more experience than me.

So why publish a novel or story or what have you  during you teen years? Why accomplish something like that before you’re an adult in the world?

Here’s what I ask.

Why not?

A Nerd-Rage Rant! Subject: Spelling lessons (via Deepwell Bridge)

July 25, 2010

Reblogging again! Woo! It satisfies my need to post something and fill up this empty little corner of the web, without having to think creatively: Read! Like! Reblog! Nap!

This post has been featured on the front page, and is spot-on. So just read it.

A Nerd-Rage Rant!  Subject: Spelling lessons Where’s my pocket protector and glasses? Ah there we go.  Now onto the rage! As many people already know, the SciFi Channel has done some creative spelling to change its name to the super cool-beans Syfy Channel.  Every nerd I’ve talked to has felt the same way I do about the change.  And we all ask: what’s with the “Y”s? SyFy must be trying to appeal to non-nerds… because nerds are the only people that know how to spell correctly.  And well beca … Read More

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