tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58210905161176517472024-02-06T21:11:18.695-08:00Ode to Secret SkyeThe Personal Blog of a Not-Really-Neurotic ;)Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-53730455939381126042013-03-10T21:02:00.000-07:002013-03-10T21:02:25.454-07:00Bittersweet EndingsThe last post I made on this blog was in November of last year.<br />
I relied on this blog so much.<br />
Some things have changed.<br />
I've changed. Quite a bit. People are noticing. Some people--some of the people closest to me--aren't liking it. But I am what I am, at least, if I'm ok with it. I've come to realize that I am my own beautiful invention. I CAN be who I am and who I want to be AT THE SAME TIME, even if they aren't the same thing. That's amazing. That's beautiful. I'm proud of me for that.<br />
I don't remember which year of college I started this blog.My sophomore year, probably. But I've done so many things, gained things and lost them. I lost (or did I leave?) my faith. I lost my sister. I lost my social life (thank you college and Undergrad research). I learned to shoot a gun (quite well) and a bow. I learned to play video games (also well). I gained a friend or two. I gained a little confidence.<br />
I'm still afraid of driving. I've still got my dog (he weighs about 120 pounds now, you guys!). I'm still constantly trying to escape the holes my "family" left me in. I'm still fighting my depression sometimes. I'm still worried about my body. I'm still second best at everything.<br />
But I think this blog has fulfilled its purpose, not that I could tell you what that was. I remember having intent, but somewhere, I forgot it and this turned into something else.<br />
I'm proud of this little sliver of me and I'm not going to delete it, but I don't think I'll be coming back here.<br />
Maybe I'll start a new blog (one that's ABOUT something ;D ) or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just leave this part of my growing completely behind me. I don't know.<br />
I guess we'll see.<br />
Thanks for reading when you did, though. And when you didn't, I don't blame you :)<br />
<br />
Bye.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-63588314481515960032012-11-15T15:11:00.003-08:002012-11-15T15:11:36.619-08:00Today is a Separate DayI saw my sister.<br />
For the first time in almost a year.<br />
And I was happy.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-52730953418694794902012-10-15T08:23:00.004-07:002012-10-15T08:23:52.687-07:00Why I'm not getting along with UniversityFirstly, no I haven't forgotten; I simply didn't want to do it. But I am now, so problem solved. I've been doing these stupid blog posts for Digital BS 101 and so I've been avoiding it. So hello again. Again.<br />
Secondly, prepare yourself for a bitch-fest. It's not REALLY a bitch-fest, but it's so long, it might as well be.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">
You know, I’ve worked really, really hard to get here. I
spent two nights a month out late getting tutoring, test prep, college course
prep, all that fun junk in high school—which, I assure you, is so much harder
than it sounds. I’ve got over 1000 hours of community service, given up so many
Saturdays for college visits and to tutor and filled out so. many.
applications. I’ve done interviews and focus groups and mock-ups and career
fairs and spent long nights doing homework, writing perfect papers, reading garbage,
writing stupid discussion prompts and mock imitations, listened to stupid
professors and smart professors who were boring as hell, given myself ulcers
over GPA, money, homework, tests, papers, class, work and forgotten to eat for
days and still not lost a bit of weight. I’ve learned to lie about how much I
can’t stand myself, how much I can’t stand my life and how much I want to just
cuss out the whole bloody world for a bit. I’m here. And I’m tired. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I always thought college was made for people like me—people
who like to learn new things and talk about what they learned and bounce ideas
off each other and read and write and… I didn’t think I would be happy just
going to work at a fast food place or a factory or something. And I still think
that. But I am so tired. Honestly, I just want to quit for a while. Not
necessarily forever, but just for a while. Hell, MAYBE forever. And why can’t
I?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wonder what I would have done if I hadn’t had so many
people telling me I had to go to college. I mean, my mother… I wonder just what
would happen, what I would do, if I didn’t have to answer to my mother…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Do you think I’d quit?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I mean, I’m not going to quit obviously. I’m just too damn
close to quit now. But would I have come if I hadn’t had all those people I would
have disappointed otherwise? Would I have? I kind of don’t think so… I think I
would have taken some classes, learned to paint maybe. I love to paint, but
let’s face it: I suck at it. I would have taken some classes, and MAYBE I MIGHT
have gotten a degree anyway, but would I have done it like this? </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For example, I wouldn’t live here. I’d live with him, or at
home, but probably with him. I’d only have class two days a week. I’d work at a
pet shop maybe, or at the post office or the library or the car dealership
where my dad’s friend let me work that one Tuesday. It would be simple. When I
was at work, I’d do my work, and when I was home, I‘d be <i>home</i><span style="font-style: normal;">. No freaking out over papers and spending every
spare moment reading something I’m not even remotely interested in. I’d read
what I wanted and I’d join a book club so I’d have someone to tell it about.
I’d spend a few hours doing homework, just a few, and it would be good
homework. I’d paint. I’d figure draw. I’d get frustrated as hell, because like
I said, I suck at it, but I wouldn’t care, why should I? My transcript wouldn’t
mean anything. No more “permanent record” to hold over my head, you bastards.
Just letter grades that disappeared as soon as I got them, good or bad. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I could write whatever I wanted. I would join a writer’s
club and workshop with them. I’d make my own writer’s club to workshop with.
I’d plant some flowers in a window box and hang it outside. I’d plant herbs in
a window box outside the kitchen that I’d hardly even know how to cook with.
I’d watch TV and movies and play videogames with my boyfriend and not have to
stress out about the paper I should be writing or the crap I have a test on
that I haven’t read yet or the fucking cumulative exam at the end of the
semester filled to brimming with garbage I haven’t even looked at yet and it’s
halfway over. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I could just snuggle up on the couch with him, curled up in
a blanket and watch a movie and go to bed without having to set a six thirty
alarm every day and I could just <b><i>ENJOY </i></b><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">it. Do you have any idea how log it’s been since I
just enjoyed what I was doing right then at that moment without worrying about
something I had to get done for this damn degree? I don’t. I mean even in high
school, I was prepping for this. And high school sucked all on its own. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel like…this is going to sound hippy dippy as hell but
here goes:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel like I spent my whole childhood being forced to go to
school so I could go to college so I could get a job so I could keep the wheels
of economy turning. I feel like I’ve been—am being—wasted by the “system.” Why
does it come down to this? Why are our live so damn boring? I mean this is the
plan, right?<br />
Born>K-12>Work Force>Retirement/Disability>Dead</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Or<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>>College
Degree>Work Force>Retirement/Disability>Dead</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You see how that can get boring?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then there are those few people who get to do things
differently, either because they are born privileged/pretty, get privileged, or
something happens like they manage to publish a shit book or something. Or
they’re Bill freaking Gates and they get filthy rich by working out of their
garage. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Something. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But I’m not going to be one of those people. I mean let’s
face it, I’m a small town girl from Alabama who’s, at best, mediocre at a lot
of things and not really good at a single one. That “other life” isn’t in the
cards for me. So can’t I at least, AT LEAST, do this crap thing MY way? Can’t I
do that? Can’t I spend my years doing what I want when I want without having to
answer to anybody. It’s not like I want to commit a crime, it’s not like I want
to be a bum—although, hey, if someone offered me a private beach on which to
bum, I wouldn’t say no. I just want to DO things. I want to travel. I want to
go to England and Ireland and Mexico and the Ituri. I want to fake smoke. I want
to go to an aquarium. I want to own a bookstore. I want to get married. I want
to have my own house with flowers and two dogs and no stinking white picket
fence. I want to make things and write things and ENJOY things. I want to be
able to drive without having a panic attack. I want to feed ducks. I want to paint
things. I want to have a one-night stand (pre-marriage, of course). I want to
fucking line dance in a cowboy bar!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t want to die. Really, if I could avoid it, I would.
But if I’m going to die, which I am because I have to, then I want to spend the
time I have doing what I want, not killing myself over something that doesn’t
mean as much to me as I thought it would. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to take a break. I want to rest. Maybe, I want to
quit.<o:p></o:p></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-33827740577413280162012-09-04T17:18:00.000-07:002012-09-04T17:18:30.469-07:00Another BlogOh no, don't look at me like that. It's not my fault. Professor Distracting is teaching a course on digital rhetoric and part of our assignment is "create a blog and post about subjects relevant to our class." So...yah.<br />
But I don't want any of them reading this. This is me. Real me. Well, as real as an online identity can be I suppose. Or maybe not even that real. I guess it all depends. Anyway, I don't want them all seeing me, so I cheated. Made a whole new google, a whole new account, a whole new blog not at all associated with "this" me. With me. Way to hit the bricks, girl.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-10154173663027929182012-08-25T18:13:00.001-07:002012-08-25T18:13:18.613-07:00All Moved InI'm fine with it now but class starts Monday and I'm already stressed about that but somebody liked the joke I wrote on my whiteboard outside my door. So that made me feel good. Wanna hear it? (Hindu's, you might not be amused)....<br />
What do you call a cow with no legs?<br />
Ground beef.<br />
Badum-Cha!<br />
:)Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-20007191754976365502012-08-22T11:24:00.002-07:002012-08-22T11:24:40.128-07:00Blowing in Holes in Smoke<br />
I'm....bored....with life. It's pointless.<br />
What do we do?<br />
We wake up, go to work, sit in a desk, go home, eat, go to sleep.<br />
Oh! The weekend! We wake up, go watch TV, eat, go to sleep.<br />
We "relax." We have "fun days" that we spend buying things, clothes, make-up, furniture, which we use to "decorate" things. Our houses, our kids, ourselves. Maybe we go to a movie or a zoo, we watch other things do things, or we watch other things eat, sleep and go to the bathroom. We do this for seventy years then we die.<br />
Wow. Life is amazing, huh?<br />
<br />
Am I the only person who isn't content with this? Is there ANYBODY out there who wants more from being alive?<br />
But honestly, what more is there?<br />
I'm just fucking bored.<br />
Bored isn't a great word, but it's the best I got.<br />
Even with God (if you go for that bit), what's the best he does to spice things up? Send you somewhere hot where you just talk more about him then the average person. At most, you go to jail, get tortured and die early. Not exactly what I'm aiming for here.<br />
God doesn't change this boring existence very much, if at all.<br />
<br />
The reason I put this little thought bomb on this blog instead of my other one is because it's just one more thing that I'm looking for answers to that I can't find.<br />
<br />
I'm bored with the ways of this life, but what else is there to even search for?<br />
<br />
If you're out there, say something. Tell me I'm not the only person who just wants more than this.<br />
Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-27598693438990058492012-08-22T10:08:00.001-07:002012-08-22T10:08:19.691-07:00A Hiding DayBut there's nowhere, really, to hide from anything.<br />
I'm starting to hate her all over again. Because everything I ever wanted, worked for, cried over, is being placed in front of me and just handed to someone else, someone who hasn't worked for it, who doesn't even really care, who takes it all for granted.<br />
And I feel helpless over it. And I hate that.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-47223021773036955672012-08-20T08:35:00.001-07:002012-08-20T08:35:02.772-07:00I'm Back...Ok, no I haven't forgotten about this thing. In fact, I've thought about it practically every day and then I get kind of angry and decide I don't want to do it. I don't know why but I just really have been avoiding this. I made myself write in my other one though so I think it's about time I wrote in this one. That's what its here for.<br />
Basically, I want to go back to Belize. That kind of ticks me off. I mean I was there for ten days. I didn't really meet anybody who hasn't been involved with the church in some way (although, let me tell you, that doesn't make them perfect). I mean what right do I have to miss a place that I have no real connection with? None. But it's like there is this connection. And it makes me mad. It's silly that I feel this way so I'm mad and it's silly that I'm mad too so I don't know.<br />
Obviously, it's not just the <i>place </i>I miss. But I don't want to talk about that either. That's even more stupid. And you know what's terribly ironic?! This...<i>thing</i> that I miss so much is exactly the thing I prayed for so fervently before... well before a lot of stuff. And then there you go! And now, not only am I not in the position to have it, I'm not even good enough to take it if I could. I can't decide if it's cruel to set something like that in front of me or if its supposed to be an encouragement.<br />
Regardless, that's how I feel about that. I want to go back with all my might. I want to go back. I want to be there. It's not that I don't want to be here... I mean I don't particularly want to be here. The politics there are crazy but to me, it's...it's like that's the place I've been dreaming of all this time. I'd miss PEOPLE here, but nothing else. I wouldn't miss the weather, I wouldn't miss escalators or shopping malls or places like Disney Land. But I miss Belize.<br />
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Other than that insanity, my family is another fall apart session. When "the girl" bailed out on all of us, it's not that she was so crucial to our family; it's just that it made sides and now a certain other member of our family feels like they should take hers. But the thing is, I don't have a side, I never made anyone choose. But this certain member has always been...a problem and now it's just getting worse and another member, instead of acting like a husband AND a father, is just acting like an idiot and my mother, is of course, not helping herself by her behavior. In short, it's just a mess. But yah, that's what I've been avoiding. So there you go.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-86763928505893140072012-07-28T20:28:00.002-07:002012-07-28T20:28:55.025-07:00ChangesSo I just got back from a mission trip with my church last night. I have, by the way, since pledged to change some of my speech habits simply because they children I tried to teach deserve more than who I have become. Anyway, bottom line is I am now the most confused I have ever been about God and a few other things that I don't want to talk about yet...if ever...online. I'm having one of those moments where I stupidly wish everything would magically work out and everyone involved would be happy and....I don't know what I think could ever possibly happen to make all this stuff ok.<br />
I'll tell you what though. Cried when they dropped us off at the airport, collected myself after a few minutes and lasted till the plane ride almost three hours later, cried through the take off and beginning of that flight, my pastor and friend tried to distract me with a card game, but I just couldn't get into it, kept myself together through the rest of the plane ride and the three hours in the next airport but when that flight took off, I fell to pieces and cried the whole way to the final airport.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-61740611742745148892012-06-21T11:20:00.002-07:002012-06-21T11:20:44.227-07:00One of those days....Got less than four hours of sleep, woke up to mom acting astoundingly bitchy and me throwing up which was awful because there was nothing in there to get rid of in the first place, my "mother" randomly popped in for a visit, I hid in my room and fell asleep on the floor for about twenty minutes, the boyfriend is being a complete jackass and if I leave this room to get food, I'm going to bombarded with bitchiness.<br />
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What a great freaking day.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-39115245208601974392012-06-18T21:06:00.000-07:002012-06-18T21:06:59.050-07:00ATLA, The Promise & LoK Pt IISo.<br />
I was wrong.<br />
I could not watch anymore of LoK. I tried really, really hard and I made it through TWO more whole episodes. Then I got pissed and quit and just read detailed summaries of the rest of the episodes that have already aired.<br />
I was also wrong about the whole "this couldn't be more american teenage love gush if it was hit with a ten pound sack of oogies" thing.<br />
Ironically enough, Tenzin's flying bison is named Oogie (Can someone PLEASE explain to me how Appa's race has suddenly come back about?) and he weighs what? 10,000 lbs, I believe Sokka estimated once... Well I guess Oogie ran them over because there is this whole DISGUSTING love polygon. Bolin "loves" Korra and Korra "loves" Mako (although she went out with Bolin like a piece of trash) and Mako "loves" Korra and Asami but apparently Asami more. It's garbage. I mean sure, love is something that should be celebrated and it makes for good teen turmoil but are you people kidding me?! Anyway, I can't stand it so I quit. The ONLY clips I looked up on youtube were Korra's flashbacks and Meelo beating up equalists because I figured that would be funny, which it was. I was pleased to see Sokka :) and when Toph called Aang "twinkletoes" I smiled like an idiot. Aang disappointed me with his seriousness. I know that obviously he's forty and junk but he was so fun-loving that I think that was a bad line to give him; they could have at least made him say it laughingly. Anyway, at the end of the flashback, Yakone is sentenced to life in jail (note that he isn't sentenced to death, stupid idea) and when he escapes, Aang still DOES NOT KILL HIM. Now, I would have killed him and anybody else with sense would have killed him but Aang is Aang so he doesn't kill him and I'm fine with that. But why did that make me SO MAD?<br />In my last post, I was complaining about how The Promise was stupid because it annihilated Aang's and Zuko's characters. This is PROOF that Aang does not have a short fuse and would not kill someone irrationally, not even the most horrible person! So I ask you again: WHY WOULD AANG KILL ZUKO JUST BECAUSE OF A SMALL MISUNDERSTANDING?! HE WOULDN'T! THE PROMISE IS CRAP!<br />
However, I am going to wait impatiently for the pages of the third installment to leak onto the internet and I am going to read them. But if they do not pick up the pace then I am going to riot and refuse to accept anything beyond the last episode of ATLA. Period.<br />
<br />Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-70492275011079792012-06-18T00:23:00.002-07:002012-06-18T00:23:54.155-07:00ATLA, The Promise & LoKOk. So I had to. I had to do this. I had to just...VENT.<br />
<br />
I LOVE AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER SOOOOO MUCH.<br />
But I hate Legend of Korra.<br />
<br />
Now, don't start.<br />
I like Korra. I mean, she's not Aang. She's not supposed to be. And I'm ok with Aang being dead simply because Korra and Aang are so connected. HOWEVER, (and some people are going to hate me over this but I don't give a hotsquat), I don't care about these people. At all. I love Tenzin because he is Aang's son. But I don't even like "Katara." I mean young Katara got on my nerves but I liked her. Old Katara is nothing like herself.<br />
<br />
I know. I'm getting all gripey but give me a second to re-hash.<br />
<br />
I loved the first series because it wasn't just a silly cartoon. It was a funny, charming cartoon that tackled an amazing array of ideologies and issues and made them into something that wasn't mere entertainment; it was art and it was heartfelt and it delved deep into those things that it explored. There were politics, relationships, friendships, characters that I loved and grew to love more as they developed. There were fantastic, imaginative inventions on the part of the creators (the bending, the world, etc), there was religion and philosophy and charm. One of my biggest disappointments is that Legend of Korra, while artistically exquitie and all, lacks that charm. Obviously, it's not supposed to be the same story. I get that. But too much has been lost. It's not the setting per se (although I hate that too), it's just....not enough of what made the original so special. You know what I'm talking about.<br />
<br />
And you know what? Seventy years is too long. I know it's a new Avatar. And I'd be fine with that IF there wasn't so sudden a jump.While the writers completely deserve to write the story they want to tell, they owe something to all the fans that made them successful enough to do it. Without us--the fans--their story is told to no one. We do not deserve to be left hanging in such critical areas. Some things, sure. It won't make a difference that I don't know what Iroh was doing in the spirit world (although, I'd be quite interested to find out) but you people made me fall in love with these characters and then you just kill them off without even telling me?! Yah, I knew the time frame before I saw LoK but honestly, I would have rather seen Sokka (and everyone else) die--in the war or what have you--than simply hear Katara say "My brother and most of my friends are gone...." bla bla bla. I knew they were gone. But we love these characters and it's like the creators didn't even give them a proper funeral! I think that's what makes me the most upset. It's not that I don't like this crew (I mean....well, I'll get to that later), it has nothing to do with them. I don't care about them. I might if I had closure, but I don't. I don't even have an old Katara in a graveyard or at a shrine like Iroh did for his son. And we never even met his son!<br />
I'll admit, I haven't watched all of the episodes of LoK that are out already (Season One is almost over) but I just don't think I can. After a couple, I was already upset but I pressed on solely in the hopes of a flashback or a spiritual visit or a grave site or SOMETHING. But you want to know what I got? A FREAKING JERSEY SHORE ACCENT!!!!<br />
<br />
The spiritual element of ATLA is one of the things that made it beautiful. And I understand the conflict between the idea of spirituality as old tradition vs modern living.... but it's too much. Of course there would be technological advancement. I hate hate HATE how it has completely overrun the show (I mean, I know there was technology in ATLA but do we have to be so common as an automobile?! My Shakespearean's will understand exactly how I feel by using the word "common"...) but in a new era, I understand why it is there. I HATE IT! but I understand. I CAN THINK OF A THOUSAND WAYS TO AVOID IT AND CONTINUE ON WITHOUT IT AND I CAN AND WILL ARGUE TO THE DEATH THAT THE AVATAR WORLD AND THIS AMOUNT OF COMMON TECHNOLOGY DO NOT FIT (like how can Iroh's secret fire masters still exist in a world like the one portrayed in Republic City? I know it hasn't spread over the whole world yet, but at the rate they have it going, it has to and then EVERYTHING that connected Aang's World to Korra's--all the tradition and culture--is going to be gone. Things hardly changed at all from at least the last water tribe avatar to the time of Aang so why start now? Why can't the Avatar world stay...pure? Why must it be contaminated like ours? That's not creativity. It's depressing. I don't want to distract myself with TV or books just to end up in the same place that I was trying to escape from...) but i won't. Suffice it to say: I HATE IT. Now, back on subject: I understand why the technology would have spread and caused an industrial revolution but HOW DARE YOU THROW SNOOKI INTO THAT WORLD! JERSEY SHORE ACCENTS HAVE NO PLACE IN A HISTORICALLY INUIT AND JAPANESE CULTURE. I wanted to fire-bend my screen. I understand how "gang" violence would come into play. BUT A JERSEY ACCENT?! I will never, ever forgive the creators for that. Ever. I'm pretending that ATLA and LoK aren't even related. It's not working, but dammit I'm doing it anyway.<br />
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And this will also set many fans blazing, but you can go suck a frozen frog from the marsh. I love Zuko. From the very first episode of ATLA, Zuko was and continued to be, my very favorite character. I wasn't on the villian's side of course, but obviously, we all know that Zuko is an amazingly layered character with a past that many of us can relate to ("Our parents aren't crazy firelords" you say. No, but domestic abuse is a very real thing. If Zuko is based off of an actual person the writers know, that person is my hero.) and an intriguing personality. He is what many writers and cartoonists strive for when creating the Bryonic Hero. He encapsulates all the pain and brooding, all the mystery and attraction, without being a sell-out, without being "typical", without being the center of attention, the boy the silly girls gawk over for his pretty face (although they do gawk). I think you can all sense where I'm going with this. Zuko and Katara belong.... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS GOING THERE?! THEY MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT BELONG TOGETHER THAT IS GARBAGE. Where I was going was the SECOND most popular Zuko topic: his mother. I know there are those of you who don't care and that's fine but geez this guy deserves SOMETHING GOOD. He deserves to have his mother back and I want to know where the hell she is.<br />
I know what some--most--of you are thinking and you're right. We knew from the beginning that this was a three season gig and when the story was done, it was done. We got that. They gave us what they said they would. But dammit, you people wasted our time with the Ember Island Players episode, would one or two more episodes with a short epilogue really kill you?! And even if it would, I don't really care, I mean you did KILL them. I'm not asking for a whole nother season. That's garbage. ATLA was beautiful and it shouldn't be marred by power rangers type milking but COME ON! I'm asking you for one or two hours here! And I'm not the only one asking! Like I said before, artists such as those responsible for ATLA deserve the right to tell the story they want to tell, but they owe their fans too.<br />
Now you're all saying: Don't forget about the three part comic book "The Promise!"<br />
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That's one of those emoticon faces if you didn't know. It actually looks like Sokka's sand sculpture of Suki but whatever.<br />
I read the first two. I'm waiting (from this day in June until freaking SEPTEMBER) for the third. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be disappointed. Why? Several reasons.<br />
1. The first two are, while obviously official and all that jazz, only somewhat better than "We have to slap this all together so our fans don't abandon us" trash. The art is pretty true, buuuuuuuut.....<br />
I don't give a hotsquat about the fact that Aang and Katara end up together. That's great. Whatever. (I'll be discussing the stupid Zuko/Katara thing later, as a pointless ranty side note.) But if I see either of them say "sweetie" and mean it AGAIN, I'm going to act like Azula after her agni kai with Zuko. I mean at first I was like "Oh haha! I can hear this funny, silly slightly sarcastic banter between the CHILDREN (because they are like what? 13 and 15 at MOST?)" but then they kept doing it. And they were serious. And then they kept doing it after Toph illustrated the idea of the oogies. So that's a done deal. The writing is sub-par...to be optimistic. That isn't my only issue but its the most irritating one with the writing style. I don't know who this Gene Luen Yang is, but I'm not impressed. I don't think he was supervised closely enough. Nor do I think that (at least so far) enough care was put into this by the original creators. I mean, it's like they're all hopped up on Korra and just want to get Aang and the crew out of the way so they can do their new thing. I happen to despise TV. I am a book person. But this is the exception. I can't deal with comics. I can't separate the image from the language well and everything I see on the page gets so busy looking that every time I try to read a comic, I get a horrible headache. Plus, like I said, an hour or two of screen time (the original medium) wouldn't kill them but whatever, I soldiered through and got my two headaches.<br />
The characters obviously have to follow a certain course of events. But did they have to suddenly become so annoying? I mean, sure, Katara has always been kind of...well, pretty annoying. But Aang and Zuko are being....taken out of character. In case you forgot, Zuko had quite a transformation. It lasted the whole dang series. And I get the whole "he will always have to struggle thing" but seriously? Really? REALLY? And why is Aang suddenly the one with temperament issues? And so ready to kill off Zuko? How is that within his character? Sure, when Aang is pissed, he tends to lose control but Aang is not a guy of the short fuse. Not at all. He wouldn't even kill the fire-lord, the most horrible man alive, but the only thing he needed to let himself kill one of his friends is a small misunderstanding? Seriously? No.<br />
Random thing that pisses me off: King Kuei. At the beginning of season three, Aang is told by Sokka that King stupid face and his pet bear, Bosco have left to travel the world. The KING of freaking BA SING SE ABANDONED THE FIGHT. HE IS A DESERTER WHO LEFT FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN TO HAVE A FIELD TRIP WITH HIS HOUSE PET! SELFISH, COWARDLY DESERTERS DON'T GET TO COME BACK AND BE KINGS! And that's on top of the fact that the man is an idiot! So what is he doing in The Promise? Being an idiot, a crap King and making everything worse when he shouldn't even be involved. I would have stuck that deserter with Azula, wherever the hell SHE is.... Bumi should be king.<br />
2. Nothing worthwhile is happening. You mean I have to wait til September to find out if you're even going to TELL me about Zuko's mom and what am I supposed to do in the meantime? Be happy that Sneers has a girlfriend? Great. But you forgot that you killed off all the characters I cared about without proper burial; I'm not concerned about Sneers. Toph's school. Yah ok. I mean I LOVE Toph but you people are giving me three comic books to get the closure I want and you're wasting it by talking about a stupid fight between six random kids and some random jerk? I love Toph, but the story of her school didn't require this much when you can't give me what does require work.<br />
3. We've established that I'm basically in love with a cartoon character. Zuko is an amazing character. Can't be said too much. But you spent three seasons inspiring me with his gradual victory over his father's abuse only to throw him back into the jail to be manipulated?! How could you do that? Zuko's victory over his family life was an amazing feat to me. It sounds silly but that was one of the wonderful things about this show: it truly affected the people who loved it. Zuko's journey affected me, inspired me, made me hopeful. And you people stuck him back under his father's foot. I know, in the end that Aang and Zuko will found Republic City so I am 99% sure that Zuko will gain victory over his past again but I am so pissed that that had to happen AGAIN. 3 seasons of child abuse and watching a son try to prove himself to his horrible father is enough. I don't want to see any more. Zuko's conversation with Iroh in the white lotus tent should have been the END of Ozai's power over him. Period.<br />
4. With all this time wasting, who's to say they will tell us anything? They have one book left to give us the answers, the closure, the END OF ATLA. ONE SMALL COMIC BOOK. And we've gotten absolutely nowhere. Sure, from LoK, The Promise fills us in backwards, but we want ATLA! We want you to fill us in on THEM! If you wanted to give us more Korra, you should have aimed for more than two seasons. If you wanted less of Aang and Katara and Sokka and Zuko and Toph, you shouldn't have made us love them.<br />
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There are so many things that I don't like about LoK. But I can ignore them all. If I could seperate Aang's world from Korra's world, it would be an ok show. I wouldn't make a schedule around seeing it but if I saw it was on I would watch it. But I can't put them together in my head and it be ok. I feel betrayed by DiMartino and Konietzko. I don't hate Korra. She's awesome. She's kind of annoying and this whole focus on her little romantic escapade with whats his face (a Lok Zuko-type version of Katara [relationally to Aang]) drives me nuts. It couldn't be more out there and stupid American teenager if it was hit in the face with a ten pound sack of oogies. And he's such a sell-out. You people want to remake Zuko? Do it well. What's his name (Mako?) is too easy. Anyway, if the Jersey Shore talk hadn't pissed me off so much, I would have watched more. And I AM going to watch them because A) I still have hope that ATLA's creators haven't completely betrayed me B) I'm begging the Universe for a flashback, some story telling, ANYTHING. I will take some really lousy Sokka style art at this point if you people will just give me a glimpse of the characters you made us love and C) I was really excited about LoK. I hope that if I give it another chance, it won't let me down.<br />
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Random side note that I warned you about:<br />
Zuko does not belong with Katara, Mai, Suki or that little earth kingdom refugee he lit up a fountain for. I respect Mai as her own character but she was introduced too late to be deeply thought out enough for Zuko. I like her, but if you put two people whose outlook on life is that dreary TOGETHER, you will have a double suicide on your hands. Katara is katara. She's a pain in the butt. I like her. But no. Dear Sokka haters: you all suck. If they put Sokka and Toph together (ew. age.....?!) and Suki and Zuko together, I will not retract this statement. Suki and Zuko=no and Suki does not=common trash that would betray someone she cared about. Suki and Sokka. Period. Sokka haters go swim to boiling rock. Finally, the little earth kingdom girl would have been completely fine with me if she hadn't seemed dumb. I like her personality (although I think putting him with someone THAT bubbly would be a stretch) but she was two marks shy of the prize. Sorry. Then there's June. But we're not even going to go there. Personally, I think it was just a very difficult task to find someone suitable for him so they just glazed over it mostly. I wish they had done a better job about that but at least he could find strength in Iroh.<br />
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Another random note: Iroh kicks butt. In every way.<br />
<br />Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-60158080650200688942012-06-14T09:23:00.001-07:002012-06-14T09:23:23.246-07:00I Have an Etsy Store!I opened it yesterday! Right now I only have one item for sale but I think it's a pretty cool little thing! My store is called "Musing Corner" and I'm pleased :)I'm working on some things right now to add to the shop :)Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-35102825332482808882012-06-08T16:33:00.002-07:002012-06-08T16:33:19.956-07:00Its Because I Hate MyselfI'm going to download pictures of sexy women on my phone so I can look at them every time I get hungry.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-65132537158463010042012-06-07T14:01:00.000-07:002012-06-07T14:01:36.285-07:00*Disgruntled Sound that I can't Spell*I'm just so irritable lately. Like I love being around people. I hate being by myself. But why do people have to talk SOOOO much?! Don't they have things to do?<br />
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I'm trying to do that whole "not getting discouraged" thing but I've been working on my art lately and it's just not going the way I want. I hate faces. And eyes are a bitch. Ahhhhhh.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-58244680306582134902012-06-04T11:52:00.000-07:002012-06-04T11:52:40.291-07:00Summer VacationsI haven't abandoned you; I've just been away. I was at a friend's house for a few days. Took a nice hot bath in herbs, had a hair rinse, made a coffee scrub. Lot's of yummy recipes.<br />
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I have oily curly hair. My friend has super curly hair. Alabama weather is hell with humidity. This rinse gave me curls minus frizz and no extra hair oil.<br />
All you need is heat and olive oil.<br />
You'll need enough olive oil to cover your hair. Put it in a cup or bowl, add some herbs (we used sage) for smell goods if you like, and microwave til warm (WARM, NOT HOT). After your scrub and shampoo, work through your hair (more in the bottom, sparingly on top by your scalp and even less so nearer your forehead), let sit five to ten minutes then rinse out COMPLETELY.<br />
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Spa tea:<br />
Run some hot bath water and while the tub fills, cut yourself some herbs. We used Sage, lavender and rosemary. Wash and cut, drop into a pestle and mortar (or just chop it up A LOT and crush it together) and break out the coffee filters. Drop a few teaspoons into each filter and pull the ends up into a sachet and bind. We ended up having to staple ours. Drop sachets into the bath, give it a few minutes to mix and step into your spa tea.<br />
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Coffee scrub coming soon.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-41525236010198215192012-05-21T16:24:00.000-07:002012-05-21T16:24:23.640-07:00I've Been Having AdventuresSo yesterday (and shut up, because this is big for me and it was freaking FUN), I went down head first on a water slide and I DID scrape my elbow but it was worth it. I also went on a zip line and today I shot a bow and arrow. So I did something scary awesome (but in my opinon not scary enough to count as marking something off the list) and I got to act like a kid practically all day. I've been taking nice long showers and giving myself facials and get this, Sunday I did my hair, wore a dress and did my makeup. I'm on a role people. And I'm already feeling a bit better. It's nice. <br />
Lousy thing that happened though: the house I wanted to buy for like the last four years, it's going to auction. Which SUCKS. But this week, I'm going to take the sign. In the dark of night, mwahahahaha. No, seriously, I'm not going to steal. That's wrong....<br />
Do police read blog posts over a silly missing sign?Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-70778602455580783862012-05-18T20:18:00.000-07:002012-05-18T20:18:14.281-07:00Life Listing<br />
So the point of the life list is to identify what you want to change about your life and how you want to feel, then you select activities that make you feel that way. I decided that I wanted to be:<br />
Happy Creative Influential Beautiful Loved<br />
So I identified things that made me happy:<br />
being outside, swimming, the ocean, reading, rain, snuggling with the A/C on, acting like a kid, fresh cut grass, feeling adventurous, hot baths, smell good lathery soap, fluffy animals, talking about books, planning my future<br />
Things that made me feel creative:<br />
freshly sharpened pencils, beautiful music, writing, looking at art, planning a tattoo<br />
and etc, etc.<br />
Then you make a list of things to do each day (mine had things like go outside, listen to music, give myself a facial, etc.) and a list of things to do often (like once on week, once a month) and things to do for life, like a bucket list. But the goal isn't to do every little thing and you don't have to stick to it, you can add things, delete things, tweak things, whatever. It's YOUR list. And it's geared toward making you feel the way you want to; it's geared toward making your life what you want it to be.<br />
You can see my list on the "My Life List" page.<br />Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-62473736182453809592012-05-17T21:27:00.000-07:002012-05-17T21:27:07.938-07:00Good Thing I Love to ListI'm making a mighty life list. I don't remember the original blog but that girl with the awesome home and garden DIY blog, Heather, that you can find on my blog roll, has a link. :)Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-1037951621054325232012-05-06T20:26:00.001-07:002012-05-06T20:26:52.174-07:00Officially a JuniorIt's been a long couple of weeks, but now I have plenty of time to post ;) Stay tuned. Especially for my other two blogs.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-48888507715806052852012-05-01T10:40:00.002-07:002012-05-01T10:40:29.981-07:00The BankIt was so impossible. I had just made almost fifty bucks selling back books, I was walking with B. and talking about passports, we walked into the bank and there she was. IN THE BANK. IN THIS TOWN. Why? Why are you here? Why did you notice me? Why did you say anything to me? Why are you still intruding after YOU LEFT ME?<br />
Why was my mother at the bank?Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-89136947682483225392012-04-29T22:46:00.002-07:002012-04-29T22:46:52.499-07:00Fuck EverybodyAnd I mean it. Fuck everybody.<br />
That damn "sister" or whatever the hell she was is getting on my last nerve. Her dumb ass little bitch boyfriend is getting on my nerves. These dumb ass people who don't have shit to do but randomly walk up to you and ask how you doin' and then go behind you like "I don't like her" are getting on my nerves.<br />
People: your asses are not in high school anymore. You need to do one of three things.<br />
Grow the fuck up.<br />
Get the fuck away from me.<br />
Jump off a damn bridge.<br />
In fact, do all of those things.<br />
Tonight.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-29566339726380955802012-04-22T09:24:00.002-07:002012-04-22T09:24:25.754-07:00Crafts are fun...My roomie and I decided to make some paper crafts last night. We're not done yet, so pictures still to come but it's going to be awesome.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-54803461451377669192012-04-18T06:53:00.000-07:002012-04-18T06:53:05.567-07:00A Goal A DaySo I'm going to try to wean myself healthy. I refuse to even bother trying to tackle my caffeine addiction until finals are over but my goals today are:<br />
No more than ONE soda or coffee.<br />
Drink at least two glasses of water.<br />
No fried food (chicken, fries, the whole she-bang).<br />
No taking the lift; stairs are mandatory.<br />
There we go. So we'll see how I do. :)Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821090516117651747.post-36550108552244875082012-04-10T19:43:00.002-07:002012-04-10T19:43:40.732-07:00Number Six6. You know, I know I'm a pain.<br />
I know I complain a lot. In my defense, I don't actually complain as much in real life as I do on here just because I created this thing so I'd have a place to vent but still, it's probably a real drag reading some of my whiny, never-ending, complaints about things that aren't really worthy of complaining about. I can admit that.<br />
And why am I owning this? Because people (whoever you guys are...) are actually reading this. Why does that matter? Because maybe sometimes my life could be better, and maybe I do have some dark secrets, but so does everybody else and are they complain this much? Well, maybe. But either way, I don't have to cry about silly little things all the time. I can enjoy things, so I'm going to talk more about those things. Because in all truth, I'm a pretty lucky woman and I need to appreciate that fact more often.Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00689633429728760505noreply@blogger.com0