My Fandoms and Friends and My Five Day Writing Catastrophe

17 May

‘Lo there virtual reader!

I let Claire (previously mentioned) read this blog. I accidentally destroyed my Batman graph 4 times. I’ve spent three days trying to make a program of it. If you can help me, please contact me via the About Me page.

At the beginning of the school year, I wrote a message on the wall of the freshman hallway above an extra desk. [Funny story about that desk: instead of being normal students and using our school issued locker, Claire and I keep our books and binders on the desk for easy access and such (our absolute laziness.) One day, we came into school, AND ALL OUR THINGS WERE GONE! I freaked out a little until I realized they were probably in the lost and found. They were. Claire and I had to carry all of our belongings from the lost and found back to our lockers. And you’d think we’d put our things in our lockers, but no. They are back on the desk where they shall remain. Forever.]

Okay, Sherlock message looks like this one.

Except I have worse handwriting and it was written in smudges of dried black nail polish. It’s been there for months so I don’t really think about it anymore.

UNTIL TODAY! Today, my friend Hannah who is a grade above me had to make up a test at the special desk right under it.

I admit I may be the reason she failed the essay portion of her test because her mind was wandering to Sherlockian thoughts. Although, I may be the reason she got full marks because HELLO it’s SHERLOCK HOLMES.

I saw her after school and she told me about her discovery. I laughed and hugged her (and gripped her tight and pulled her from perdition.)

(I’m Cas because I’m an angel ;). Dean is Hannah because she’s hot. Sam is Claire because she’s tallest.)

Okay, now I’m just babbling. Hannah is fabulous. I love her. Seriously, she’s the bomb dot net.

I drank too much caffeine for the amount of food I’ve eaten today. My tummy hurts and I can’t sit still. I jump every time  someone walks into the room. My thought process is along the lines of “Meeeeeehhhhhhhhhllllluuuurrrrppppp….*crash*.”

I seriously need to buckle down and write the play. I’ve written a sentence in three weeks. That’s not good. School is about to get very stressful and hectic with finals and the end of the year approaching.

I want to talk about the Doctor Who finale but I know a lot of people who haven’t watched it yet and I don’t want to spoil it. For those of you who HAVE seen it… OH MY GOD CAN YOU BELIEVE CLARA DOCTOR RIVER AHHHH I LOVE YOU!!!!

I’m on Day Fiveof trying to finish this post. It’s ridiculous. I seriously can’t write anything. So frustrating.

I’m just going to end this before my head explodes.

זייַ געזונט (Zyya gʻzwnt) [Yiddish for goodbye]

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Algebra Is Your Friend

16 May

Today, I accomplished something even my Honors Algebra teacher couldn’t.

I graphed Batman on my trusty TI-83, Bessie.

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It took me literally 45 minutes to get it right. I used three different equations before I got the desired result. If you want to give it a try:

Equation #1 (failure):

Y1 = 1.5sqrt(-abs(abs(x)-1)*abs(3-abs(x))/((a­¬bs(x)-1)*(3-abs(x))))(1+abs(abs(x)-3)/(­a¬bs(x)-3))sqrt(1-(x/7)^2)+(4.5+0.75(abs­(x¬-.5)+abs(x+.5))-2.75(abs(x-.75)+abs(x­+.7¬5)))(1+abs(1-abs(x))/(1-abs(x)))

Y2 = -3sqrt(¬1-(x/7)^2)sqrt(abs(abs(x)-4)/(ab­s(x)-4))

Y3 = abs(x/2)-0.0913722(x^2)-3+sqrt(1-(abs(a¬­bs(x)-2)-1)^2)

Y4 = (2.71052+(1.5-.5abs(x))-1¬.35526sqrt(4-(­abs(x)-1)^2))sqrt(abs(abs(¬x)-1)/(abs(x)­-1))

Yeah… there are some cowboys in that one. Number two is a bit better.

Equation #2:

I like this one because it’s colorful. The different colors are different Y=’s. Go for it!

Equation #3:

Number three require you to change to “PAR” in mode. These are the parameters:

X1 = {1, -1}(2.5sin(.5T) + 4)
Y1 = .7T + 2

X2 = {1, -1}(7sin(.5T) + 4)
Y2 = 1.8T – 1.5π

X3 = {1, -1}(cos(.5T) + 1)
Y3 = 2sin(.5T) – .1T2 – 3

X4 = {1, -1}(.25T + 2)
Y4 = .5T-1 + 2

X5 = .6T – .6π
Y5 = .75sin(.5T) + 5

X6 = {1, -1}(1.4cos(.6T) – 3.4)
Y6 = 1.7sin(.6T) – 3

And that was the successful one!

I think because I did this, I shouldn’t have to to my homework tonight… eh?

Algebra’s your friend, mate!

Love,

The Calculator Gotham Deserves

Doctor Who – A Message For Us All

15 May

I’m a proud Whovian. For those of you who aren’t total geeks, a Whovian is a person who is a fan of the British television show Doctor Who. The 50th anniversary for the show is in late November and I truthfully could not be more psyched out of my mind.

A brief synopsis: A time traveling man flys about the universe in his policebox shaped time machine called a TARDIS. The Doctor usually has one or more human companions travelling with him. He saves planets and runs a lot.

My favorite Doctor is the tenth regeneration. The Doctor, instead of dying, can change into a new body. He has done this 11 times so far. The tenth was played by David Tennant. This is him:

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He didn’t have the beard when he played the Doctor, but he’s still super cute.

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Yay……. Where was I?

Oh yeah! Doctor Who. Okay so I rewatched Ten’s seasons over the past couple days. It’s truly heartbreaking. If you’ve never seen the show, do it now. Start from the reboot with the 9th Doctor. It’s on Netflix. Go now. You’ve watched? Good. So there is a huge character change from Ten to Eleven. At the end of his life, Ten was depressed and quite and amazing. He killed the Time Lords during the Time War then AGAIN. It’s such a fall from a high. For a little bit, he had all his friends and Rose back, theb they all have to leave. Then, he’s told he has to DIE! The Master comes back and stirs things up with his insanity. But, was the Master really insane? NOPE! The bloody Time Lords did it again. Rassilion brings all the war crazed Time Lords out of the Time Lock with the drum beat in the Masters head that caused his insanity to try and destroy time. The destruction was why the Doctor ‘killed’ them the first time. He has beat himself over it over and over and now on the brink of his death, he has to do it again. I mean WHAT THE HELL?! Seriously, that’s the cruelest thing I could imagine. He almost survives too, but he still dies. He’s killed by the radiation from the Master’s reactor after Wilf locks himself inside. Before he regenerates, 10 visits all his former companions forgone last goodbye. He then regenerates, and the world cries. The end… But it’s not! Because this is Doctor Who! Eleven becomes the Doctor. Matt Smith:

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If Nine is a tiger, Ten is tigger, that Eleven is a clumsy house cat that falls off the furniture and tries to make it look like he did it on purpose. But I believe his goofiness is just a facade. In his first episode, Eleven meets a scared Little Girl called Amelia Pond. He’s goofy and weird, bit we can still see the pain behind his eyes. As Eleven grows into himself in that first episode, he solidifies that mask into what he is today. He’s scarred and traumatized, but doesn’t want to show it. If he wasn’t this goofy thing, the Doctor would hang himself. He’s killed his race twice, all his friends are gone, and he hates himself. He latches onto Amy and she becomes his family. The Doctor, who when her was Ten, was terrified of getting a mortgage and living in a house, goes to visit the Ponds because he misses them. AND THEN he loses them too! I mean really, if I was the Doctor, I’d fly the TARDIS into the sun and jump out. He lost his first Time Lady wife to the Time War, lost Rose to his meta crisis self in a parallel universe, and is married to River who he knows dies in the library! (If you haven’t watched the show, this makes no sense. Sorry… I’m so so sorry.) The nan has lost everything twice or thrice over. He is dangerous to himself and others and he knows it, so he balances it out with the silky hats and bow ties.

To the people that complain this Doctor is a joke, just remember what he’s been through. Look at this man, and see his pain, his loss, and his sorrow. This man is a miracle that he’s not killed himself.

This Saturday, the seventh series finale airs. It’s calle The Name of the Doctor. I’m so scared for this episode, because it sounds so final. The question that the show Doctor Who is built on is going to be answered?! What is this? I can’t. I can’t bare to see him suffer any more.

This show is more than just quirky British telly. It’s an example of how to live your life. It shoes that peopke are capable of anything. That life isn’t always easy and there are no simple answer, but you keep buggering on!

If this is the end of the Doctor, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Doctor, keep on fighting. If yoire somewhere out there in one of those parallel worlds that Strong Theory has made, but this post on your psychic paper and keep going. It’s worth it. It’s worth it to keep living because anyone is capable of anything. Humans, Time Lords, orangutans, gold fish, whatever! Follow your dreams, and it’s never your time to go.

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Allons-y!

INFP, Shakespeare, and My Issues with Human Anatomy

15 May

If I had to pick the one thing or study I enjoy the most, I’d have to say it’s Psychology.

When it comes to Psychology, you can’t hide. You can try, but you really can’t. It just shows more about your character and personality. I’ve taken hundreds of personality assessment quizzes and read about a dozen of psych books.

My favorite personality indicator is the Meyers Briggs. I’ve taken the test hundreds of times and made my friends and family do it too. I’m a steady INFP and proud of it! Well… Maybe not of my nonexistent people skills!

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If you want to take my favorite version of the test, go here.

One of my new favorite hobbies is to challenge my friend Claire (mentioned in a previous post) to Shakespearean duels throughout the day.

“I bite my thumb at you sir!”
“Rosey. Stop.”
“Dost thou disrespect the house of Mulvey?”
“What?”
“Dost thou disrespecteth my house? Draw thy sword.”
“No.”
“Draw. Thy. Sword.”
“Oh my GOD. You’re so annoying.”
“Thine words be meretricious. You reveal thy cowardice by refusing my duel. You’ve left the gauntlet on the floor with thine honor.”
“Go away.”
“I ain’t even bovvered. Lookers at my face. Not bovvered.”

And on it goes. At some point, one of us gives in or gets bored. Once I get a bit more practice, I’ll start speaking in iambic pentameter. That’d ought to be interesting.

On a completely different topic…

I’m actually really bothered by the liver. Human livers are weird to me. They don’t look like the other organs. Proper organs are red and firm and strong. Livers are like goo. They flop around and are a weird color. It’s like a beef cutlet inside your abdomen.
WARNING: Picture of a human liver follows.

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It seems different to me than the other organs. I know it’s important and stuff for living and has a wide range of functions, including detoxification, protein synthesis, and production of biochemicals necessary for digestion (thanks Wikipedia!). Blech. No.

That’s about it for today! Well… yesterday but… whatever. I’ll try to post something else today.

до свидания do svidaniya

A Childhood Dream, An Exciting Announcement, and Some News

13 May

When I was a little Rosey, I wanted to be a Disney Princess.

Who am I kidding? I still want to be a Princess!

I have been to Disney World twice. The first time, I was three or four years old. It was truly spectacular. I dragged my parents around everywhere and made them stand in line for hours for rides that lasted thirty seconds. I practically lived in Minnie Mouse’s house and accidentally set fire to whatever they have baking in her oven many, many times.  That little bit still has me traumatized. I refuse to bake without some form of supervision. My first go, my favorite ride was The Haunted Mansion. Yes, adorable little curly-haired baby-Rosey went on the scary ride some 40 times that trip. My parents knew the ride so well that they supplemented it with their own scary voices and shouts. Most memorably, when the large group all stand in the room and the floor goes down or whatever, my kind and gentle father screamed at the top of his lungs, traumatizing everyone on the ride (including the parents.)

The second time my parents and I went down, we went with our friends. The family has twins girls who are my age. Being the sophisticated five or six ear old that I was, I adored the company whilst we roamed the park. Again, I spent the majority of my park time in the Minnie Mouse house, but this time, I was older. I’d been exposed to the world. I knew the Princesses.

I dragged my poor parents all over the park to track down Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping beauty. I trailed after Belle in a dream-like trance. I danced after Jasmine and Aladdin like a monkey.  My little friends were more than happy to join me. We all went to the Breakfast with the Princesses one morning before the park opened to the public. I don’t think I ate a things. Who could, really? I was in a room surrounded by celebrities. Even my friends’ dad was amazed (by Tinkerbelle’s short skirt.) I got to have a one-on-one with my heroes! I told the fairy Godmother my hearts desire. My mother wished for no wrinkles and to lose twenty pounds. The Fairy Godmother told her that if she could do that, would she really be here? Only now do I understand that.

But what I enjoyed the most, more than every character and ride, was the Small World Ride. I had to have gone on that ride at least one hundred times. My parents begged to go on any other ride, but I insisted.

That was the last time I went to Florida…

UNTIL NOW!!!

That’s right! This upcoming October, I’m going to Universal Orlando Studios to experience

THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER

Cue angelic music and the gates to heaven opening.

My mum and I are probably the biggest Harry Potter Geeks ever. In my family, we have a yearly Potterhead Trivia Contest. You are reading the blog post of the three year reigning champion. We have never been, but have wanted to since it opened. This is truly a dream come true. My wonderful, amazing, best big brother ever got me and my mum the tickets. October really can’t come soon enough.

On a much, much, much sadder note, Mac passed away on Saturday night. My school is mourning. Keep him and his family in your thoughts or prayers.

JENNIE WAS ON GOOD MORNING AMERICA!!!

I don’t have the video from it, but I heard it was awesome!

Here’s a bit about her from youtube: http://youtu.be/k8kyyyDI1qY

Jennie’s so cool. Yay, Jennie!

Writing Update: Nothing to say. Shame on me.

Zàijiàn 再見

My Friend Jennie Lamere, Writing Update, and Sugar Overload

10 May

Do you see this girl? This girl is none other than… JENNIE LAMERE.

If you haven’t heard of Jennie Lamere, you have now! Jennie is 17, and she just won a fabulous hacking competition by creating a Twitter app to filter spoilers out of your timeline. She calls it Twivo, but I call it the River Song app.

The coolest part about Jennie is….

I KNOW HER! Yes, it is true, I know Jennie.

I KNOW SOMEONE WIL WHEATON POSTED ABOUT ON TUMBLR.

I met Jennie when I was actually pretty young. We were in the musical Honk!  together. My first impression of Jennie was

“Wow, she’s a really pretty dancer.”

Yes, she dances too! Good looks, huge brain, and she’s one of the nicest people I know. I reconnected with Jennie this year when I started High School. Jennie was a senior and I’m a freshman. We were reacquainted when I joined the Liturgical Dance club that she was heading. She recognized me before I her, and it was fabulous to get to see her again. We were in Little Mermaid Jr.  where she showed off her bright smile and wonderful attitude while dancing better than I could ever dream to. Jennie, if you see this, thanks for dancing in front of me during “Under the Sea.” Without you, i never would have remembered that dance.

Today we had the senior farewell at school, and I admit I got a little teary that I wouldn’t be in drama with Jennie next year. She is such an inspiration on so many levels and I would be a very different person if I hadn’t met her.

Jennie, darling, I love you. I wish you the best of luck in your future. I hope we stay friends as you branch out into the world with an already impressive track record of a genius and a wonderful person.

Okay, I’m going to stop before I cry. One final picture:

As an update from my last post, I am now 40 pages into my play. I think I may be able to finish act one tonight and depending on how it goes, if I’m very lucky I’ll finish act two by Sunday. However, I think a more reasonable estimate is Tuesday for the first draft to be finished.

I actually typed so much last night that my hands were sore today. Not. Cool. But, hey! I got vitamins. Finally.

My friend Claire and her family are some of the nicest people to me. I hang around their house more than I hang around anywhere else. Mr. and Mrs. Claire’s Parents are both in the air force, so you don’t mess with them, but they’re sweethearts. A fun little story about them:

In their pantry, they had this huge industrial bag of gourmet jelly beans. They are pretty  normal people, so they like the traditional flavors: the orange ones, cherry, etc. So whenever I went over their house, I’d eat the ones they didn’t like i.e. popcorn, black licorice, cinnamon. Recently, they finished off their favorites, so today in school Claire brought me in their rejects. It was about 1/8 of the bag left.

I finished it. I ate them all. Right now I’m recovering from a sugar coma. Claire and I played a game where she would give me two and I’d eat them at the same time and then I’d guess which flavors they were. It was actually really gross, but I’m still reigning champion. My mouth tastes like black licorice and winning.

Time to keep writing. For anyone who actually reads this, thank you for putting up with my madness.

Au revoir!

Twitters for Jennie and Claire:

@jenniee_l

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Coffee Addiction and Total Let Down

9 May

My name is Rosey, and I’m a coffee addict.

It’s true, I have a problem. Today I’ve drank two cups of tea and a large iced coffee. My hands are shaking but I’m still exhausted.

Also, I feel like I sleep more than I am awake. I sleep from 6pm – 8:30pm then from 11pm – 6:30pm. That’s ten hours! A ridiculous amount for a student to be sleeping. The time I spend awake I’m at school or doing homework (or writing.)

Today my literature teacher gave me a total let down.

She said we probably can’t perform my play next school year, but we might be able to do it next year.

NOOOOO!!!!! SAD SAD DEPRESSION NO NO NO FEELS THE FEELS DEPRESSION NO SAD CRY CRY UGLY SOBBING

So I actually really upset. To prove that we CAN do this show, I’m going to write the rest of the first act tonight then write the second over the weekend.

No sleeping + Not a lot of homework + lots of coffee = WRITING 100+ PAGES BY SUNDAY!

LET’S DO THIS!!!!!

So I’m going to look at happy pictures of the people/animal above and write and write and write so I can see my baby on stage.

So instead to fixing my caffeine problem, I’m going to feed it and stay awake for the next four days to write.

EVERYTHING’S COMING UP ROSES THIS TIME FOR ME!

COFFEE! WRITING! INSOMNIA! CAPS LOCK!

Bueno suerte a mi!

Hasta La Vista!

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