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The Space Between Contest Entry

So brennayovanoff is running a contest for an ARC of her new book The Space Between (which I really really want), which entails me sharing a song that I might call my theme song with you. (That sentence is just eww.) And I thought about it, and this is the best answer I could come up with.


There you go. My theme song as of now. And a link to the contest is here.

And yeah, this entry is late, but I'm still doing it because I think it's a fun idea, and yeah. I encourage you to take part in the theme song sharing, even though it's too late to enter the contest.
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So, hey. I finally remembered what that number three was.

How to Train Your Dragon.


*deep breath*

So yeah. How to Train Your Dragon is amazing. Absolutely amazing. My favorite movie. Possibly ever. I fangirl so much....

See, I've seen the movie four times. I know the soundtrack by heart. I have a forty dollar book on the art. Yeah. And now I want to watch it again. Seriously.



I'm sorry about how bad this post is. Seriously. Really sorry.

Okay, so yes I lied. I can't even remember if I lied to any of you guys, but I know I lied to myself a lot with this, "I'm gonna post later" stuff which I did not carry through with. But now, look! I'm posting! And hopefully I won't get distracted and forget about this completely. But because I don't trust myself on that front, I will tell you guys about some of the things that would distract me.

Yes, this is a post about some of the stuff I fangirl over. No, I'm not talking about the minor stuff. I'm talking about the hardcore-geek-out-flailing-your-arms-and-shrieking-like-a-banshee-on-a-rollercoaster-where-everyone's-going-to-die kind of fangirling. Yes, I do that. I will admit it. I'm not ashamed.

So I'll go ahead and start with one of the more minor ones of this variety of fangirling and work my way up. First one is Chopin. What would you like to know about him? I don't know everything, just what I've learned from playing Eternal Sonata, the video game that is based around his music and takes place the night he is on his death bed, complete with history lessons; one biography on him; and a CD entitled The Essential Chopin. If my memory serves right he was born February 22, 1810 and died October 17, 1849. And most importantly, *clears throat*, HE IS NOT FRENCH. NOT FRENCH. SURE, HE HAS A FRENCH LAST NAME AND HE DID LIVE IN FRANCE FOR MOST OF HIS LIFE BUT HE IS NOT FRENCH, HE'S POLISH. *calm* In his early twenties (I think it was his early twenties. I'm not looking anything up on Wikipedia because that would be blatant cheating in this post of fangirl-ery.) the Russians invaded Poland. Poland fought back, but Russia still squashed them. Chopin, who was very very patriotic, hated seeing Poland like that, so he exiled himself until the day came that Poland was once again under its own rule. Unfortunately, he died first.

Anyway, moving on. Number two is Texas History, with an emphasis on the Alamo. This, I have to thank my seventh and fourth grade history teachers for, but especially my fourth grade teacher, because in fourth grade we not only reenacted the battle of the Alamo, but read a book written by my fourth grade teacher called Journey to the Alamo. It's about a girl and her brother and also her best friend who open up a magic trunk that transports them to San Antonio de Bexar in March of the year 1836. I mean, what's not to love about the Alamo? I mean it's great that it led to Texas independence, but it's an amazing story. There's the villain, Santa Anna, and his army of thousands laying siege to this rundown little presidio (or fort. To clarify, the Alamo isn't actually the fort, but the mission church which is also the only thing still standing), which is in such bad shape that it's even missing part of the wall because during the original construction of it they didn't finish making it. And then there are the heroes; these 180 men who stood up for a cause that they believed in despite the fact that all except for what, five of them, were slated to die there on fate's map. There are the big names, the Americans trying to make a new life, William Barret Travis, Jim Bowie, Almeron Dickinson, Davy Crockett; but there are also the lesser known and the tejanos who are suspected of being spies despite their heroic deeds. There are the thirteen days of siege. There's the part where they're running out of rations and having to send silverware hurtling towards their enemy because there are no cannonballs. There's Travis's cat's eye ring, his letters pleading for help while telling the whole world that he won't back down, and his legendary line in the sand. There's the battle starting in the silent hours of dawn growing into gunshot and screams, and then the silence once again when all the heroes are dead. But then there's us, the fourth graders, the normal people taking time from their ordinary lives to visit the place where this all happened, the people screaming if not into the world, into our own hearts, "Remember the Alamo!" (Okay, next time I go to San Antonio someone remind me that I've got to do a Thoughts From Places.)

Number three. For some reason, I can't remember what was supposed to go here. Seriously. What kind of fangirl forgets what they fangirl about? I mean, I just remembered it when I was writing that novel up there, but now I can't. And now I feel kind of stupid, so I'm going to move on as if I just finished actually talking about whatever number three is, and if I remember it I will come back and add it.

Number four. John Green. I would say John Green's books, but that would be incorrect as it's basically just stuff he releases out into the world. Okay, this I'm not going to talk about as much because I don't actually flail or shriek or anything, more just.....hmm. I can't really say what I do, as I don't really actually know. But suffice to say, it's much more of a personal thing where I don't talk about it much, but instead just contemplate the things he talks about. Also, I'm really excited for The Fault in Our Stars. Ohhhhhhhhh. Isn't that such a pretty title? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh......

So yeah. Number five. Last year on a day the skies were dark and the rain made driving down 10th a real pain because of the flooding (10th street floods really easily), I was at Barnes and Noble, looking at books in the teen section. And I picked up a book called Nevermore that seemed to be about Edgar Allan Poe, weird stuff (I think that that's just redundant), and a bit of kissing. I read this book, loved it, and when it came time to pick a topic for my speech (for speech class, which isn't quite as redundant as it sounds), I chose the death of Edgar Allan Poe (and a bit on the Poe Toaster as well). And these two things, this book and this speech, are the reason that number five on this list of fangirl-ery, is Edgar Allan Poe. Yeah. I'll try to save you the monologue (though I just want to point out that Poe was born January 19, 1809, and died in the early morning hours of October 7, 1849, and Chopin was born February 22, 1810, and died in the early morning hours of October 17, 1849). But I do want to bring to your attention one thing of amazingness, which is the Catalyst Theatre's Nevermore: the Imaginary Life and Mysterious Death of Edgar Allan Poe. (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) This is an embellished biography (reading through a few paragraphs of their synopsis on Wikipedia shows that while it would seem that they have a good lot of the details right, some of them aren't) of Edgar Allan Poe in musical form. I don't mean it's a book that plays music while you read it, I mean it's a musical. I really really really want to be in Canada in October, when they will be performing it. Anyone have any idea's how I can be there for that? Anyone?




Do I really have to come up with an ending? Can't I just fadeeeeeeeeeeee and get quieter and back away slowly...................


Fine. Goodbye. I'll just leave then. I've said all I had to say, even though I still can't remember what number three was, so I'm just going to go. Okay? Bye. I'll talk to you later. Maybe I'll post soon. Maybe I won't. We'll have to see how my procrastination goes. Bye. Seriously this time.


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For a while I thought that summer nights were my favorite. Everything had its own feel to it, not something you could put so plainly into words like happy and sad. No, these things had to be felt in your core, in the air against your skin, the sound of the wind, the taste of the air, the tint to the light. Summer nights were so beautiful, but the seasons changed, and so did I.

Fall descended with dark trees and a lonely moon. Halloween night blessed us with cool air and blankets on cold grass, staring at the flames as they danced slowly. When it was time to go inside I didn't want to shed my jacket, filled as it was with the nostalgic smell of campfire smoke.

Winter arrived, making nights under blankets chilly with shudders wracking your every bone. The cold rain comes and clouds make the night come early. Jackets are tightened around chests, breath becomes smoke like a magic trick with the smiles to match. Toes are perpetually frozen with no chance for warmth.

Spring comes quietly, the gateway to summer. The nights are for quiet contemplations under the stars, more of the thing in your chest that stays there in secret and swells when the strings come to the forefront of the song.

And summer, summer is that beautiful thing where the wind roars through the trees, making the leaves sing with the full strength of the chorus, where the grass stays green forever and the stars and moon shine so brightly in the sky that you wonder how you can still see the depths of space behind them. It's where the music flows through you and you dance one two three, one two three, one two three, one two three even though you make the biggest fool of yourself, and then not just the air but the whole sky dances with you. It's where the fires aren't needed in the heat but they're still kept to light up the already bright night and all of the fireflies flicker like escaped sparks from torches. And in the night, in all of the nights there is that place held in the dark not only in you but around you where anything can exist, where you can imagine the music stretched across the hills centuries ago, where monsters lurk inside and out, and where nothing can stop those fantastical dreams in your heart from making themselves true. I love that night, that dark and unknown thing, because of the mysteries that shine within it.


Another contest.


*sigh* I can never tell if these things are actually going to show up or not. Anyway. You should go buy this book when it comes out. Or pre-order it or something. It's going to be really good, okay? Just trust me on this. www.fountainbookstore.com/autograph-maggie

Other links:
Summer Girl by Jonas & Plunkett: bit.ly/mPK6mP
The contest: m-stiefvater.livejournal.com/200708.html

Also, I should make an actual post, shouldn't I?
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“Stars seem so small, so far away, but you have to remember that they have their own places in the universe, they are each the sun for their very own solar system. They provide heat and light for everything in their vicinity, even though there's no one there to appreciate it. But you know what? We're here. We're looking at them and saying to ourselves, 'Would you look at that? Is that not one of the most gut-wrenchingly beautiful skies you have ever seen?' They make that. Sure, you can say that most people don't take the time to look up at them and appreciate their beauty, but you are. And can't you say that your life is just a bit better because of those stars?”

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Merry Fates Contest Entry

Oh, hi. Greetings. Salutations.

Yes, this is another contest. You know what the prize is? An arc of Blood Magic by Tessa Gratton. I know. It's amazing. You want it too, right? If you don't want it, then you haven't heard of it. Or something's wrong with you.

But anyway, you should go read all of the Merry Fates stories. Seriously. They're all good. Which is why I'm having a very hard time figuring out which one to list as my favorite. I mean I really like this one and this one too, along with many others.  But, since they didn't ask for a list, I'll give you a link to this one. Between the Drops by Maggie Stiefvater. That one is my current favorite.

*sigh* How I wish I could've given you that list.


So. You may have noticed that I haven't really actually been posting very often, but. I have a very big announcement that deserves a very nice post to go with it.

Comet (rabbithigh ) finished writing draft uno of Milton&Chase.

CONGRATS COMET! THANK YOU FOR STICKING THROUGH IT! NOW FOR THE EDITING! (If you give me the rest I'll critique it for you! *hinthint*)

Let's have some cake to celebrate!

And a bridge.

And a cat.

And one more.

CONGRATS COMET! I can't wait to read it.
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New Year's Revolutions

So, seeing as what time of year it is, I, like everyone else, have been thinking about New Year's Revolutions.

But.....wait. You say you haven't been thinking about New Year's Revolutions? You think I'm getting it confused with something else...? Oh, so you've been wracking for brain for resolutions, not revolutions. But why? I mean, that's all well and good, but I'd say that they go hand in hand, resolutions and revolutions. But....you still don't see it....... *sigh* Does this mean I have to explain it?

So, everybody knows about resolutions, right? They're generally used around New Years, or at the start of something new, and you're supposed to keep them until the end of whatever. Pretty much, they're things that you resolve to do. Got it?

Then there are revolutions. Simply speaking, revolution means turning around. Like, when you go outside and play tornado, where you put out your arms and spin around as fast as you can. Or a revolution as in "We're going to start a revolution!", like when the people decide they don't like the government, so they take it, kick their leaders out, and get new ones in. So their government does a 180. But then there's science class.Yes, I can hear you groan from here. But just listen.

You know when you studied the solar system, back where they still showed you Bill Nye the Science Guy and Magic School Bus? Well, you know how they assigned specific terms to everything? Like how the Earth had to rotate on its axis, but it also had to revolve around the sun? I mean, it got me confused. They both started with Rs and everything. But we won't go into that yet. Just think about the revolving part. Don't worry about seasons or tides or phases of the moon or anything. Just the revolving.

So picture the Earth. It's there, rotating on its axis. But then there's the sun, and because of gravity and inertia we're stuck going around it. And if you'll remember, a day is made my the Earth rotating on its axis, when different parts of the Earth are illuminated at different times. Night and day. Twenty-four hours. And a year is made by the Earth revolving around the sun. 365 1/4 days.

Now let me take you back to the surface of the Earth. Down here, it's December 31. And what are we celebrating? Oh yeah, the end of one revolution around the sun and the start of a new one. So, think about it. We are stuck going around this ball of gas for forever. It provides us with light and heat, which we would die without. But we're still stuck here on the Earth. But one day, maybe there'll be a breakthrough in technology that will allow us to pick up and move to another planet or moon or asteroid. Maybe one day we'll suddenly fly away from the sun and everything will die. We don't know for sure.

But you know what? The Earth might be stuck doing the same old thing for the rest of eternity, but we don't have to be. Really, we don't have to sit down and just do things to mark time, because that shouldn't be the reason to do things.

We need to do things not only because they'll make you happy, because some of them won't, but you have to do the things that are worth it, even if they might hurt. We need to do things that we'll remember, things that we can look back on on our deathbeds and not regret. (Anyone want to make this into a song, be my guest, as long as you share with the class. I mean, it sounds kinda cool like that, maybe like a Death Cab For Cutie song.) And I don't know about you, but I want my life to mean something.

And you know what? A revolution can also mean change. When you make a resolution, you should resolve to make a revolution, to make something change.

And so back to the start of a new revolution around the sun. Everyone wants to make it a good one, so we make resolutions and try to keep them all year. (Has anyone else noticed that the only difference between the two words is that one letter? Is that supposed to be a coincidence? Sounds fishy to me.) But it seems to me that we shouldn't just decide to make our lives better at one specific time of year. I mean, if we think of a resolution in July, we should still make it. And, well, the type that I'm making, I think they shouldn't just be followed for a year, but for the rest of our lives. Last year I decided that I would try to grab opportunity by the collar, and I'd say I did take a lot of opportunities that came my way. But it seems to be that I shouldn't just forget about this because the year is over.

So here are my new resolutions. These probably won't be all of them, because if I do think of some in July, I'll add them. But for right now, I have only made four.

1. Be a better friend.
2. Get to know people better.
3. Write more.
4. Fight.

What are your  New Year's Revolutions?