Deep

Today, Shaa updated her blog Here and I realized that my blog is meaningless. It's so shallow, simply stating random thoughts, events, and just anything that comes to mind that it's worthless. Shaa's blog, which is updated very rarely, but every time there's some meaning to it. Some deep feeling or sophisticated analysis of herself or the things around her. This is my 37th post this month, and there'll be more to come, but most of them don't have any point... They're just words with no depth. It makes me sad when I realize this. I realize that I am not a writer. I can't organize my thoughts in such a way. I can't really organize my thoughts at all, unless I'm having a discussion with someone. If someone wants to discuss some deep philosophy like the universe or the presence of a god, I can. But if I want to actually write something, it branches off into who-knows-what. It's sad, but I accept it. I'm a reader, a talker, never a writer.

(If you want proof, ready my fail on fanfiction.net or deviantart.com)

WTF

so there was a new "traffic source" on my stats page, and i was like "I wonder what this is" so I click it and it's a porn site (couldn't tell from the url, sadly.)
HOW DO YOU GET TO MY BLOG FROM A PORN SITE??????
I clicked it and was like OH GOD and exited REALLY REALLY QUICKLY.
But still, how do you get to my blog from a porn site???
I'm really confused and rather disgusted.

Masquerade

I picked up my dress and it fits like a dream now! So as long as I don't gain or lose a substantial amount of weight, I should be fine by prom. :D
And I started working on my mask, also, and it's starting out nice. Had a little trouble with the glue at first. Stupid lace didn't want to stick but oh well, it worked out eventually. Now I have to put the tulle on and then the sparklies. >w< I'm going to look awesome, if I must say so myself.

Avatar

So I watched it again, and every time I do I wish that Pandora were real, that Na'vi were real, and that I could go there. I love the ideas, the togetherness of the land and people. I know it's basically the ideas of the Native Americans with an alien twist. But the landscape, the animals, the people, the ideas, the togetherness. I don't know... I just love it.... When the humans kill the trees, the animals, the people, it's weird but I can feel the pain and sorrow... It makes me cry. And even at the end when you're supposed to be happy, I'm still sad. Sure, the fight is over, but it won't bring back those who are lost.




On a very unrelated side-note, I love the name Dante. Don't know why.

NONSTOP NYAN CAT

Can you beat my 38525.4 seconds of listening to it non-stop? http://nyan.cat

I'm pathetic

I'm still hung up over the prom thing from my earlier depressing posts. Not that much, I control it, but there's a little twinge every time I see that text. The way my phone is set up, it shows the last text I got from someone in a folder of all the texts from that person. But I don't dare delete the text and I don't know why. And every time he's on facebook, that little twinge happens again when I see the chat icon. Always in that top left corner. Facebook prods me towards it, telling me to click it. Today I did. I saw my last IM. Where I told him that I'd hid a ricola in his backpack. Twinge. I was on formspring and connected with fb, and it added a bunch of friends. I was smiling, going through them, then I don't even really remember what it said exactly, but it was something she said about how he was her date. Twinge. I'm sorry for dumping this on you, and I normally forget it... but it's just that twinge... that damned twinge.

War Novels

To review for my AP English test when I get back from Spring Break, I decided I would re-read and review a stack of books that I've read throughout high school. The first one I read was The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien, which is about Vietnam. Now I'm reading All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque, which is about WWII. Whenever I pick them up or put them down, I'm surprised as to how light they feel, but how heavy the content actually is... I don't know, I'm weird.