Post by Amelia--
Tomorrow is July 1. Starting tomorrow, I will be doing a Harry Potter tribute countdown in order to prepare myself for Deathly Hallows Part 2 on July 15. This will be a sad day for everyone. The books are done, the movies will be over. But the magic of that series will continue forever. I have already decided that my kids will hear the tales of Beetle the Bard, they will get their Hogwarts letter when they turn 11, they will be introduced to Wrock, Dear Mr Potter, and Pottermore. I will be posting HP quotes on statuses, lyrics to my favorite Wrock songs, and a list of those who died.
I am such a nerd. A magical nerd.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Awoosome!
Post by Isabella-
Well, roomie and I went to see Christian Caldeira, Jason Munday and Alex Carpenter in concert at a coffee shop last night. It was sooo awoosome!
It was Amelia, Lucy, Heather, Laramie, Emily and I. We had a great time. Then we went to Cherry Berry down the street.
It was exactly a year since I had been to my first wizard rock concert. That concert involved Tonks and the Aurors, Jason Munday and Alex Carpenter. Kinda funny when you think about it.
This reminded me of what I have been missing in my life for the past month or so. I don't know how I could live my life without Wrock now.
Lucy, Laramie, Emily and I are planning on going to OKC next month (July 23-24) to go to more wrock concerts. I kinda love my wrock music friends.
Well, this post wasn't much, but to say that I love wrock music, wrock friends and wrockers. Good day!
I said good day!
Well, roomie and I went to see Christian Caldeira, Jason Munday and Alex Carpenter in concert at a coffee shop last night. It was sooo awoosome!
It was Amelia, Lucy, Heather, Laramie, Emily and I. We had a great time. Then we went to Cherry Berry down the street.
It was exactly a year since I had been to my first wizard rock concert. That concert involved Tonks and the Aurors, Jason Munday and Alex Carpenter. Kinda funny when you think about it.
This reminded me of what I have been missing in my life for the past month or so. I don't know how I could live my life without Wrock now.
Lucy, Laramie, Emily and I are planning on going to OKC next month (July 23-24) to go to more wrock concerts. I kinda love my wrock music friends.
Well, this post wasn't much, but to say that I love wrock music, wrock friends and wrockers. Good day!
I said good day!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Failure
You fail. I fail. Together, we fail. No matter who you are, you will fail in life at something.
I think that we always get so scared of failing. Like failing means that we're less of a person. Or maybe it's that we're so afraid of showing a weaker, more vulnerable side to anyone.
I think seeing someone at the moment they fail at something is one of the most beautiful moments in life. Seeing their reaction can be beautiful and wonderful. Or it can be one of the moments they spend forever trying to hide from.
I don't understand that. You can't go back and fix your failures. Nor can you hide them under the rug. Why even try? Why can't people ever just admit that they've failed at something? I think this is the reason some people refuse to get a divorce even though their relationship is obviously volatile. People are unwilling to admit that their marriage was a failure.
I have failed more times than I can count. I've fallen so many times, gotten bruises, scrapes and skinned knees from it...But I still get up. And when I get up, I don't try to act like I didn't fall. I fell. I failed. I broke. It's life. It happens. Fall down, get back up and admit you fell. Acknowledge the injuries you've gotten from it and realize that the experience will be with you forever.
"It's impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not lived at all."-J. K. Rowling
"I just don't want to die without a few scars."-Fight Club
I think that we always get so scared of failing. Like failing means that we're less of a person. Or maybe it's that we're so afraid of showing a weaker, more vulnerable side to anyone.
I think seeing someone at the moment they fail at something is one of the most beautiful moments in life. Seeing their reaction can be beautiful and wonderful. Or it can be one of the moments they spend forever trying to hide from.
I don't understand that. You can't go back and fix your failures. Nor can you hide them under the rug. Why even try? Why can't people ever just admit that they've failed at something? I think this is the reason some people refuse to get a divorce even though their relationship is obviously volatile. People are unwilling to admit that their marriage was a failure.
I have failed more times than I can count. I've fallen so many times, gotten bruises, scrapes and skinned knees from it...But I still get up. And when I get up, I don't try to act like I didn't fall. I fell. I failed. I broke. It's life. It happens. Fall down, get back up and admit you fell. Acknowledge the injuries you've gotten from it and realize that the experience will be with you forever.
"It's impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not lived at all."-J. K. Rowling
"I just don't want to die without a few scars."-Fight Club
The fun and not so funness of my life
Saturday, Heather got to see both of our shows with me. I would meet her in the lobby of the venue, and then walk her up to the light booth, making sure to stay out of the dressing rooms. She liked the shows. Though I'm not a big fan of DTC, it was nice having one of my friends watch it. I like having friends watch a performance or something that I am a part of. Even though I have only done backstage stuff, knowing that that they are in the audience makes me happy. It shows that they support me, even they might not entirely like what they are watching.
Speaking of DTC, we started doing Secret Pals. I'm the only tech person doing it (besides the guy doing sound, but he is still part of DTC, whereas I am hired through somebody else). I filled out the info sheet with things like: my theme for my bedroom is Harry Potter (I made sure to put that I am a Gryffindor); my favorite animals are penguins, dinosaurs, and phoenixes; my favorite band is Ministry of Magic; I like books. And probably some other stuff that I can't completely remember. I drew a name out of the hat, and got the person's info sheet. Actually, I didn't get it until the next day because I couldn't find hers. I went to walmart and got some stuff for her. I'm going to try to go to the Dollar Tree next time so I won't have to spend so much money. I plan on mixing the gifts up some. Like, my first gift was just candy. For this week I may get some movie watching stuff, or fun stuff like bubbles, or even some healthy stuff to cure a sore throat from singing a lot. The person who drew my name got me a big thing of Gatarade and some candy.
Heather and I walked back to our suite after Saturday night's performance. We were walking up the stairs, when some random guy on the floor below us said "Hey". Right after he said, Heather tripped at the top of the stairs! I laughed! Then the guy was like "You just tripped...thought you ought to know." As soon as we got inside, I fell over on the chair laughing. I thought that the guy might have scared Heather, and that caused her to trip. I didn't notice him until he said "Hey". But, Heather said she did notice him. I just gave her a hard time about that.
Anyways, that is pretty much all that is new with me.
Speaking of DTC, we started doing Secret Pals. I'm the only tech person doing it (besides the guy doing sound, but he is still part of DTC, whereas I am hired through somebody else). I filled out the info sheet with things like: my theme for my bedroom is Harry Potter (I made sure to put that I am a Gryffindor); my favorite animals are penguins, dinosaurs, and phoenixes; my favorite band is Ministry of Magic; I like books. And probably some other stuff that I can't completely remember. I drew a name out of the hat, and got the person's info sheet. Actually, I didn't get it until the next day because I couldn't find hers. I went to walmart and got some stuff for her. I'm going to try to go to the Dollar Tree next time so I won't have to spend so much money. I plan on mixing the gifts up some. Like, my first gift was just candy. For this week I may get some movie watching stuff, or fun stuff like bubbles, or even some healthy stuff to cure a sore throat from singing a lot. The person who drew my name got me a big thing of Gatarade and some candy.
Heather and I walked back to our suite after Saturday night's performance. We were walking up the stairs, when some random guy on the floor below us said "Hey". Right after he said, Heather tripped at the top of the stairs! I laughed! Then the guy was like "You just tripped...thought you ought to know." As soon as we got inside, I fell over on the chair laughing. I thought that the guy might have scared Heather, and that caused her to trip. I didn't notice him until he said "Hey". But, Heather said she did notice him. I just gave her a hard time about that.
Anyways, that is pretty much all that is new with me.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A Note to You:
Post by Isabella-
I wish that there were some way to make people be able to see through my eyes, for them to truly understand everything I've dealt with and be able to see how it effects my decisions and my future.
I decided to quit my internship after taking a few days to think it over and talk to people at school and home to understand how it will effect the rest of my undergraduate time at NSU. My advisor will be giving me an "I" for the course so that I can redo the internship whenever and she can replace the "I" with the grade I receive and I won't have to pay for the course again. So, quitting will not effect my grade or my financial aid for the rest of my undergrad. stuff. I explained the situation to my advisor and my mom and a friend of the family and my roommate and a few select friends. They all agree that quitting will make the rest of my undergraduate time more difficult, but some say that they agree with my decision to quit.
See, what I think people have trouble understanding is the fact that people only see what I choose to show them. So, in a situation like this they may think that I'm just a spoiled brat who doesn't want to do her job because it's difficult and the supervisor is also difficult. But that's not it. There's more to the story that you aren't seeing, because I'm not showing it to you. But after a text message my brother sent me last night about not quitting and "internships are supposed to suck" I decided to just lay the cards out there for everyone to see. Maybe then you'll stop viewing me as some brat who just doesn't want to do something because it's hard.
I started dating a guy during my sophomore year of college. He seemed to be everything to me and I fell in love with him very quickly. But the relationship turned ugly after a few months. I found out he was cheating on me with a lot of girls. I confronted him about it and that's when the mess just got messier. It was a pretty cold day when I decided to go to his room and confront him about everything I had heard. He had just moved into the room a floor above mine so I put on my cow slippers and went upstairs. He let me in and I sat down on his bed. He sat down at his desk and went back to whatever he was doing before I got there. I didn't know how to ask him if he was cheating on me or how to bring up the evidence I had that he was doing this to me. So, we just talked for a few minutes about nothing important before I just blurted out something about how I knew he was cheating on me. He was angry that I accused him of that, that much was obvious. He kept trying to talk in circles about how he wasn't cheating and how could I ever accuse him of that and he loves me so much. But I stood my ground. I had evidence on my side, proof that he was cheating on me so I wasn't going to just let him brush it all under the rug. Then I started naming off girls I was sure he had cheated on me with: Rebecca, Jessica, Katie....etc. By this point he had moved from his desk to sit next to me on his bed. The conversation continued for a little bit before he reacted out of anger and hit me. I don't think I even tried to leave at that point. I knew that he was stronger than me and that if he really wanted to hurt me he could. But he just apologized over and over and over again and eventually we swept it under the rug and acted like it never happened.
Over the next year, he continued to cheat, I continued to call him out on it and he continued to hit me. He's knocked my head into walls, bed posts, doors; he's pushed me against a radiator while it was on. Each injury I excused with saying I'm just clumsy and everything's fine. He played mind games and was an emotional manipulator on top of everything else he was.
I broke it off with him for good in late October of 2009. At that point I started having nightmares every other night. The nightmares got worse when I got back from Honduras in January of 2010. I started having nightmares every night, anywhere from 2 to 10 nightmares. It's been nearly a year a half since those nightmares got worse and it's just as bad as ever. I started having problems with confrontation. At first it was just that if someone was mad at me and confronted me I felt sick. But it developed into if someone starts raising their voice at me I start shaking and crying and going back to that time with my ex. I get this irrational fear that whoever is yelling at me is going to hit me even if they're someone I know would never do that to me.
So, this brings us to the present. I've already explained that I hate my job. But maybe now you'll be able to understand why I can't continue working at a place where my supervisor yells at me every day. Maybe now you'll stop thinking that I'm a spoiled brat who just doesn't want to do two months of solid, hard work. Maybe now you'll understand that I'm a girl with problems I have no control over. Maybe now you'll understand why the idea of going to a job that makes me constantly go back to that place in my head gives me panic attacks.
But knowing you for who you are, you'll just say that I'm overly emotional or that I need to suck it up.
I wish that there were some way to make people be able to see through my eyes, for them to truly understand everything I've dealt with and be able to see how it effects my decisions and my future.
I decided to quit my internship after taking a few days to think it over and talk to people at school and home to understand how it will effect the rest of my undergraduate time at NSU. My advisor will be giving me an "I" for the course so that I can redo the internship whenever and she can replace the "I" with the grade I receive and I won't have to pay for the course again. So, quitting will not effect my grade or my financial aid for the rest of my undergrad. stuff. I explained the situation to my advisor and my mom and a friend of the family and my roommate and a few select friends. They all agree that quitting will make the rest of my undergraduate time more difficult, but some say that they agree with my decision to quit.
See, what I think people have trouble understanding is the fact that people only see what I choose to show them. So, in a situation like this they may think that I'm just a spoiled brat who doesn't want to do her job because it's difficult and the supervisor is also difficult. But that's not it. There's more to the story that you aren't seeing, because I'm not showing it to you. But after a text message my brother sent me last night about not quitting and "internships are supposed to suck" I decided to just lay the cards out there for everyone to see. Maybe then you'll stop viewing me as some brat who just doesn't want to do something because it's hard.
I started dating a guy during my sophomore year of college. He seemed to be everything to me and I fell in love with him very quickly. But the relationship turned ugly after a few months. I found out he was cheating on me with a lot of girls. I confronted him about it and that's when the mess just got messier. It was a pretty cold day when I decided to go to his room and confront him about everything I had heard. He had just moved into the room a floor above mine so I put on my cow slippers and went upstairs. He let me in and I sat down on his bed. He sat down at his desk and went back to whatever he was doing before I got there. I didn't know how to ask him if he was cheating on me or how to bring up the evidence I had that he was doing this to me. So, we just talked for a few minutes about nothing important before I just blurted out something about how I knew he was cheating on me. He was angry that I accused him of that, that much was obvious. He kept trying to talk in circles about how he wasn't cheating and how could I ever accuse him of that and he loves me so much. But I stood my ground. I had evidence on my side, proof that he was cheating on me so I wasn't going to just let him brush it all under the rug. Then I started naming off girls I was sure he had cheated on me with: Rebecca, Jessica, Katie....etc. By this point he had moved from his desk to sit next to me on his bed. The conversation continued for a little bit before he reacted out of anger and hit me. I don't think I even tried to leave at that point. I knew that he was stronger than me and that if he really wanted to hurt me he could. But he just apologized over and over and over again and eventually we swept it under the rug and acted like it never happened.
Over the next year, he continued to cheat, I continued to call him out on it and he continued to hit me. He's knocked my head into walls, bed posts, doors; he's pushed me against a radiator while it was on. Each injury I excused with saying I'm just clumsy and everything's fine. He played mind games and was an emotional manipulator on top of everything else he was.
I broke it off with him for good in late October of 2009. At that point I started having nightmares every other night. The nightmares got worse when I got back from Honduras in January of 2010. I started having nightmares every night, anywhere from 2 to 10 nightmares. It's been nearly a year a half since those nightmares got worse and it's just as bad as ever. I started having problems with confrontation. At first it was just that if someone was mad at me and confronted me I felt sick. But it developed into if someone starts raising their voice at me I start shaking and crying and going back to that time with my ex. I get this irrational fear that whoever is yelling at me is going to hit me even if they're someone I know would never do that to me.
So, this brings us to the present. I've already explained that I hate my job. But maybe now you'll be able to understand why I can't continue working at a place where my supervisor yells at me every day. Maybe now you'll stop thinking that I'm a spoiled brat who just doesn't want to do two months of solid, hard work. Maybe now you'll understand that I'm a girl with problems I have no control over. Maybe now you'll understand why the idea of going to a job that makes me constantly go back to that place in my head gives me panic attacks.
But knowing you for who you are, you'll just say that I'm overly emotional or that I need to suck it up.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The Flying Job Search!
1) So, while in horror lit today, the teacher started talking about somebody who wrote an opera called The Flying Dutchman. It was about somebody who had to sail the seas forever, and after a certain amount of time he had to come on land and find a woman who would love him or something. While he was talking, I kinda stopped paying attention. Then I started thinking, where have I heard that title before? It took me awhile to realize where that was from. Then I remembered: Davy Jones. The teacher was about to move on, when I was all like, "Isn't the Flying Dutchman the ship of Davy Jones?" He didn't seem to know what I was talking about, but one of the girls in the class knew. So I said Davy Jones was charged to sail the seas forever and ferry the souls of those who died at sea to...some place. And once every 10 years he could go ashore. Not to find someone who would love him. At least, not according to what Pirates of the Caribbean taught me.
2) I stopped the drop zone to say hi to Lucy. And I mentioned that I still needed to find a job for the fall. That led into her boss giving me an application. Then I stopped by the bookstore, since it was just upstairs (by the way, they are not building a skating rink where the bowling place used to be in the basement, jsyk). I talked to the store manager and told him I had originally put an application in for the summer, but that I was needing a job for the fall. It just so happened that he saw my application today. I just have to leave my schedule with one of the workers, and he will look at it. So now I have two potential jobs to consider. The drop zone might allow me to be able to do my hw at the desk, but I had wanted the bookstore because, well, because of the books.
3) French the Llama! That whale is big!
2) I stopped the drop zone to say hi to Lucy. And I mentioned that I still needed to find a job for the fall. That led into her boss giving me an application. Then I stopped by the bookstore, since it was just upstairs (by the way, they are not building a skating rink where the bowling place used to be in the basement, jsyk). I talked to the store manager and told him I had originally put an application in for the summer, but that I was needing a job for the fall. It just so happened that he saw my application today. I just have to leave my schedule with one of the workers, and he will look at it. So now I have two potential jobs to consider. The drop zone might allow me to be able to do my hw at the desk, but I had wanted the bookstore because, well, because of the books.
3) French the Llama! That whale is big!
To Isabella
Post by Amelia--
So, my alarm went off at 7 this morning. I got up, walked to my dresser, turned it off, then walked back to bed and snuggled under the covers. After a few minutes, I decided to actually get up. I went to see if anyone else was awake. Heather was gone, and the other 2 were still sleeping. I noticed that there were notes on Kaitlan and Lucy's door, and then I noticed that I had one too. It was from Heather, and it said "Have a great day!" or something to that effect. I thought that was so sweet of her. And it's not the first time she has done something sweet for us. Every once in awhile she buys all of us some chocolate, or does the dishes for us or does laundry for me when I'm not expecting it (I have only asked her to do laundry for me once). Last night she also made a get well card for someone she works with, and gave her some candy along with it. I just think that is awesome. She seems to always be positive even when she is having problems. The note this morning made me happy. It gave me a little encouragement.
It always makes me feel good when someone does something nice for me like that just out of the blue. I like it when I'm upset about something too, but random notes like that really make my day better. I try to make other people feel better, but there are times when I'm distracted enough not to really care about it. Or just don't think about it. This is a bad trait to have.
I keep thinking about to when we did the book study over the 5 love languages. And then I think about the class I'm taking this summer, positive pyschology. I think that it is hard to always be positive, especially towards other people when we are going through our own problems. But, I also think that if we practiced it enough, it would be easier.
On that note, I have said it before and I will say it again, I'm glad that we are best friends. You are an awesome person to be around. I enjoy our silly conversations, our serious conversations, and our silly serious conversations. I know that we have had our disagreements and bad fights. But you have helped to make me who I am. You work hard and study hard and care about others.
You have gone through a lot since I've known you. I know that some things scare you now because of it. But you always come out strong. You might still be struggling stuff, but you have overcome many obstacles. I know you will get through the problems you are dealing with now. You are still able to laugh in spite of it.
You were always there for me through my biggest issues. I want you to know that I am here for you. I love you, and don't know where I would be without you. Thank you so much for all of the encouragement and support you have given me. I hope that, if we ever go our separate ways, that we will still remain as close as we are now. Not many friendships will last a lifetime. I hope that ours will.
So, my alarm went off at 7 this morning. I got up, walked to my dresser, turned it off, then walked back to bed and snuggled under the covers. After a few minutes, I decided to actually get up. I went to see if anyone else was awake. Heather was gone, and the other 2 were still sleeping. I noticed that there were notes on Kaitlan and Lucy's door, and then I noticed that I had one too. It was from Heather, and it said "Have a great day!" or something to that effect. I thought that was so sweet of her. And it's not the first time she has done something sweet for us. Every once in awhile she buys all of us some chocolate, or does the dishes for us or does laundry for me when I'm not expecting it (I have only asked her to do laundry for me once). Last night she also made a get well card for someone she works with, and gave her some candy along with it. I just think that is awesome. She seems to always be positive even when she is having problems. The note this morning made me happy. It gave me a little encouragement.
It always makes me feel good when someone does something nice for me like that just out of the blue. I like it when I'm upset about something too, but random notes like that really make my day better. I try to make other people feel better, but there are times when I'm distracted enough not to really care about it. Or just don't think about it. This is a bad trait to have.
I keep thinking about to when we did the book study over the 5 love languages. And then I think about the class I'm taking this summer, positive pyschology. I think that it is hard to always be positive, especially towards other people when we are going through our own problems. But, I also think that if we practiced it enough, it would be easier.
On that note, I have said it before and I will say it again, I'm glad that we are best friends. You are an awesome person to be around. I enjoy our silly conversations, our serious conversations, and our silly serious conversations. I know that we have had our disagreements and bad fights. But you have helped to make me who I am. You work hard and study hard and care about others.
You have gone through a lot since I've known you. I know that some things scare you now because of it. But you always come out strong. You might still be struggling stuff, but you have overcome many obstacles. I know you will get through the problems you are dealing with now. You are still able to laugh in spite of it.
You were always there for me through my biggest issues. I want you to know that I am here for you. I love you, and don't know where I would be without you. Thank you so much for all of the encouragement and support you have given me. I hope that, if we ever go our separate ways, that we will still remain as close as we are now. Not many friendships will last a lifetime. I hope that ours will.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Where do we go from here?
Post by Isabella-
So, I just got home from another horrible day of work. I know that this summer internship is only six more weeks, but I don't know how to survive it. Firstly, I'm dead sick and I've been at work for the past 10 hours (got in early, left late, had an hour lunch...etc.). I also had to deal with the horror of my supervisor today. I don't know...I just don't know. I hate everything about my job--the job itself, how the job makes me feel, my supervisor. I want to quit. I so desperately want to quit. I have since my first day there. That should have tipped me off from the get go. But I stayed with it thinking that everything would be fine. But now I feel just as bad if not worse than my first week at the job.
When I got home, I called my advisor and left a voicemail saying I'm thinking about quitting my internship and to have her, please, call me tomorrow at some point. I'm planning on not going to work tomorrow if I feel as bad as I do now so it won't matter when she calls me if I'm not at work. Everyone I'm talking to says that I should quit--except my roommate who understands that getting my internship class done is very important--and they wonder why I haven't quit yet. I want to quit, a lot, but I'm also torn by what I know should be done--what would be done if I were a proper stand up person.
But I'm tired of being belittled, made to feel stupid for being ignorant on how that newspaper is run, and yelled at. I'm tired of having half an hour to myself at night to relax (because when I get home at 7:30 p.m. or later, I start getting stuff ready for the next day and only have half an hour before I have to go to bed) and ten minutes in the morning to do the same. I'm tired of being afraid of my supervisor. I'm tired of all of it.
I know that it's not right for me to quit the job and I know I only have six weeks left which is practically no time at all. I just can't handle it. I thought I could, but I can't. I seriously contemplated suicide on Friday night on my way home from work. That sounds melodramatic and it was. But it's the truth. And there is no place scarier to be than in the driver seat of a car, going 80 miles an hour, when the thought of suicide hits.
I know that in quitting, I'm being a failure and I'm setting myself up for problems in the future. But the me in the here and now knows that if I don't leave this job there's a chance that I won't have a future.
So, I just got home from another horrible day of work. I know that this summer internship is only six more weeks, but I don't know how to survive it. Firstly, I'm dead sick and I've been at work for the past 10 hours (got in early, left late, had an hour lunch...etc.). I also had to deal with the horror of my supervisor today. I don't know...I just don't know. I hate everything about my job--the job itself, how the job makes me feel, my supervisor. I want to quit. I so desperately want to quit. I have since my first day there. That should have tipped me off from the get go. But I stayed with it thinking that everything would be fine. But now I feel just as bad if not worse than my first week at the job.
When I got home, I called my advisor and left a voicemail saying I'm thinking about quitting my internship and to have her, please, call me tomorrow at some point. I'm planning on not going to work tomorrow if I feel as bad as I do now so it won't matter when she calls me if I'm not at work. Everyone I'm talking to says that I should quit--except my roommate who understands that getting my internship class done is very important--and they wonder why I haven't quit yet. I want to quit, a lot, but I'm also torn by what I know should be done--what would be done if I were a proper stand up person.
But I'm tired of being belittled, made to feel stupid for being ignorant on how that newspaper is run, and yelled at. I'm tired of having half an hour to myself at night to relax (because when I get home at 7:30 p.m. or later, I start getting stuff ready for the next day and only have half an hour before I have to go to bed) and ten minutes in the morning to do the same. I'm tired of being afraid of my supervisor. I'm tired of all of it.
I know that it's not right for me to quit the job and I know I only have six weeks left which is practically no time at all. I just can't handle it. I thought I could, but I can't. I seriously contemplated suicide on Friday night on my way home from work. That sounds melodramatic and it was. But it's the truth. And there is no place scarier to be than in the driver seat of a car, going 80 miles an hour, when the thought of suicide hits.
I know that in quitting, I'm being a failure and I'm setting myself up for problems in the future. But the me in the here and now knows that if I don't leave this job there's a chance that I won't have a future.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
What You Know and What You Think You Know
Post by Isabella-
I've spent a lot of my life writing. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't had a pen in my hand writing a story or song or poem. I've always felt that I could never express myself properly in speech. Everything I have ever said has come out wrong in some way or another. I've always felt that my words come across better in writing than in speech.
This has always lead me to believe that the natural path for my life would be to become a writer of some kind. It made sense. I write somewhat decently and I love it. What would ever be the problem?
During my freshman year of college, I got talked into declaring my major as Cellular Biology instead of something to do with writing. I was under the impression, given to me by my family, that getting a degree in anything other than science would be a waste of time and frowned upon. Everything other than science is fluff. It's easy. It's too easy. It's too simple. It should be left for those who are "beneath" my family.
It was going along pretty well. I was getting through my classes well enough. The problem was I hated it. It was torture. The classes were hard, yes, but that wasn't the issue. I am an excellent student and can handle hard classes. The issue was that it was something I hated with a passion of a million suns. So, I changed my major the summer before my senior year. Supposedly, this was a stupid move. What was wrong with me? How could I do that when it means I'll be behind and get a degree in something that will amount to nothing more than a sheet of paper in a frame?
So, I worked my butt off so that I would only be one semester behind. All that was left at the end of May was for me to get my internship done this summer, take fall classes and graduate. Then I'd have to find a job, pay off the minimal school loans I have and work on saving money for a house. Simple, right? True, that would be simple. Until there was a wrench thrown in that plan as well.
I've been at my internship for two weeks. The amount of stories I've gotten in the paper are in the double digits. I've taken time off to go to a workshop in Oklahoma City, sat through a photography "lesson" and sat through a basics of reporting "lesson." I've learned the ins-and-outs of interviews and reporting and writing. I've also learned that I hate it. I am thoroughly disgusted with journalism. I would kill myself if I had to do that every day for the rest of my life.
Reporters are disgusting people who perk up when they hear the police scanner come on, who race to fires and wrecks with injuries, who find a thrill in the pain and destruction going on in their city. Of course, the thrill is the story that they'll get to write from it and not from the fact that someone has been hurt. Nonetheless, I find it hard to distinguish the two when I see reporters excitedly running from the newsroom to go to the scene of a wreck.
Reporters are people who weasel their way into the lives of humans who are just trying to go about their day. They creep up and take photos of you in a public place and then ask you oh so nicely for your name so that they can use it for their story. They try to get information from people who just got hurt or whose house just got destroyed. They sneak up to places that they really shouldn't be just to get a story. During one story, I went out to where some firefighters were doing hazardous materials training and I felt like such a disgusting and horrible person. I know that it's just a training, but these people with real jobs, with jobs that are meant to help protect the town and its citizens, were distracted by someone who just wanted to let people know that "hey, firefighters are doing their jobs! Yay, go firefighters!" It would be different if the news was something major such as reporting around 9/11. But everything I've seen so far has been fluff pieces or digging information out of police reports and posting mug shots of people who may not have actually done anything wrong, but have been taken into custody.
Let me tell you about my editor. On top of everything, my disgust for the field of journalism, my hatred of their love for destruction, pain, violence and scandal, I have an editor who seems to be completely bi-polar. At least that's how she acts with me. She will be fine in the morning when she's setting out an assignment for me to do, but half way through the morning she jumps down my throat for no reason, gets mad when I take a lunch break and stay in the newsroom for it instead of going out to eat every day. She yelled at me on Friday for not doing something that I didn't know I was supposed to do. She acted like she was actually, literally, going to hit me when she found out I didn't do that one thing. And at the end of the day, she edits my work and says with a wave of her regal hand "Liberty, you may go." I almost feel the need to bow or curtsy on my way past her desk every night. If this is how editors work in this field of writing, then I have no need to be a reporter of any kind. I almost feel that I would enjoy working at a Subway for the rest of my life more than I would enjoy this job.
I know that I shouldn't put this internship down so much. I need it for my degree and it's a lot better than some internships people have at either weekly papers or monthly magazines. This internship holds more weight than those internships. I get that. It just doesn't change how I feel and it doesn't change the fact that I now know without a doubt in my mind that this is not the job for me.
It is best that I figured this out when I did. I still have time to go back to school and figure out what to do. I plan on sticking out the rest of my internship--2 weeks down, 6 to go-- and finishing my Mass Comm. degree. But I'm considering going to NSU in the spring for a Master's degree in Communication and a Master's degree in English. I can't get into the English program right now because I don't have enough extra hours of English classes under my belt. So, I figured that I could get an M.A. in Communication and while I'm doing that I could take weekend classes, online classes, intersession classes...etc. to get enough hours to get into the English program. It'll mean a lot of debt by the time I finally graduate, but it'll mean that I don't do journalism for the rest of my life and I'll have three degrees by the time I finally leave school for good. Two of the degrees will be M.A.s and one will be a B.A. Heck, I might just go ahead and try to get a Ph.D. in English. We'll see how I feel once I finish my two M.A.s.
I know that there's a lot of uncertainty thrown into my future by deciding that journalism isn't the right path for my life, but there's also going to be a lot more joy. And I can cross this off the list of job possibilities for my life which means that it'll be easier to know where I want to go in the future.
People may tell you that doing a job you hate is just a part of life. Life may make you feel like you've got no choice but to do something you hate so that you can have a sense of stability in your life. But that's all bullcrap. Do what you love no matter what. You are not meant to suffer through your life. You are meant to find something you do, something you do well and take joy from, and turn it into something you can love doing for the rest of your life. You only get one shot at life. Why would you waste it doing something you hate?
I've spent a lot of my life writing. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't had a pen in my hand writing a story or song or poem. I've always felt that I could never express myself properly in speech. Everything I have ever said has come out wrong in some way or another. I've always felt that my words come across better in writing than in speech.
This has always lead me to believe that the natural path for my life would be to become a writer of some kind. It made sense. I write somewhat decently and I love it. What would ever be the problem?
During my freshman year of college, I got talked into declaring my major as Cellular Biology instead of something to do with writing. I was under the impression, given to me by my family, that getting a degree in anything other than science would be a waste of time and frowned upon. Everything other than science is fluff. It's easy. It's too easy. It's too simple. It should be left for those who are "beneath" my family.
It was going along pretty well. I was getting through my classes well enough. The problem was I hated it. It was torture. The classes were hard, yes, but that wasn't the issue. I am an excellent student and can handle hard classes. The issue was that it was something I hated with a passion of a million suns. So, I changed my major the summer before my senior year. Supposedly, this was a stupid move. What was wrong with me? How could I do that when it means I'll be behind and get a degree in something that will amount to nothing more than a sheet of paper in a frame?
So, I worked my butt off so that I would only be one semester behind. All that was left at the end of May was for me to get my internship done this summer, take fall classes and graduate. Then I'd have to find a job, pay off the minimal school loans I have and work on saving money for a house. Simple, right? True, that would be simple. Until there was a wrench thrown in that plan as well.
I've been at my internship for two weeks. The amount of stories I've gotten in the paper are in the double digits. I've taken time off to go to a workshop in Oklahoma City, sat through a photography "lesson" and sat through a basics of reporting "lesson." I've learned the ins-and-outs of interviews and reporting and writing. I've also learned that I hate it. I am thoroughly disgusted with journalism. I would kill myself if I had to do that every day for the rest of my life.
Reporters are disgusting people who perk up when they hear the police scanner come on, who race to fires and wrecks with injuries, who find a thrill in the pain and destruction going on in their city. Of course, the thrill is the story that they'll get to write from it and not from the fact that someone has been hurt. Nonetheless, I find it hard to distinguish the two when I see reporters excitedly running from the newsroom to go to the scene of a wreck.
Reporters are people who weasel their way into the lives of humans who are just trying to go about their day. They creep up and take photos of you in a public place and then ask you oh so nicely for your name so that they can use it for their story. They try to get information from people who just got hurt or whose house just got destroyed. They sneak up to places that they really shouldn't be just to get a story. During one story, I went out to where some firefighters were doing hazardous materials training and I felt like such a disgusting and horrible person. I know that it's just a training, but these people with real jobs, with jobs that are meant to help protect the town and its citizens, were distracted by someone who just wanted to let people know that "hey, firefighters are doing their jobs! Yay, go firefighters!" It would be different if the news was something major such as reporting around 9/11. But everything I've seen so far has been fluff pieces or digging information out of police reports and posting mug shots of people who may not have actually done anything wrong, but have been taken into custody.
Let me tell you about my editor. On top of everything, my disgust for the field of journalism, my hatred of their love for destruction, pain, violence and scandal, I have an editor who seems to be completely bi-polar. At least that's how she acts with me. She will be fine in the morning when she's setting out an assignment for me to do, but half way through the morning she jumps down my throat for no reason, gets mad when I take a lunch break and stay in the newsroom for it instead of going out to eat every day. She yelled at me on Friday for not doing something that I didn't know I was supposed to do. She acted like she was actually, literally, going to hit me when she found out I didn't do that one thing. And at the end of the day, she edits my work and says with a wave of her regal hand "Liberty, you may go." I almost feel the need to bow or curtsy on my way past her desk every night. If this is how editors work in this field of writing, then I have no need to be a reporter of any kind. I almost feel that I would enjoy working at a Subway for the rest of my life more than I would enjoy this job.
I know that I shouldn't put this internship down so much. I need it for my degree and it's a lot better than some internships people have at either weekly papers or monthly magazines. This internship holds more weight than those internships. I get that. It just doesn't change how I feel and it doesn't change the fact that I now know without a doubt in my mind that this is not the job for me.
It is best that I figured this out when I did. I still have time to go back to school and figure out what to do. I plan on sticking out the rest of my internship--2 weeks down, 6 to go-- and finishing my Mass Comm. degree. But I'm considering going to NSU in the spring for a Master's degree in Communication and a Master's degree in English. I can't get into the English program right now because I don't have enough extra hours of English classes under my belt. So, I figured that I could get an M.A. in Communication and while I'm doing that I could take weekend classes, online classes, intersession classes...etc. to get enough hours to get into the English program. It'll mean a lot of debt by the time I finally graduate, but it'll mean that I don't do journalism for the rest of my life and I'll have three degrees by the time I finally leave school for good. Two of the degrees will be M.A.s and one will be a B.A. Heck, I might just go ahead and try to get a Ph.D. in English. We'll see how I feel once I finish my two M.A.s.
I know that there's a lot of uncertainty thrown into my future by deciding that journalism isn't the right path for my life, but there's also going to be a lot more joy. And I can cross this off the list of job possibilities for my life which means that it'll be easier to know where I want to go in the future.
People may tell you that doing a job you hate is just a part of life. Life may make you feel like you've got no choice but to do something you hate so that you can have a sense of stability in your life. But that's all bullcrap. Do what you love no matter what. You are not meant to suffer through your life. You are meant to find something you do, something you do well and take joy from, and turn it into something you can love doing for the rest of your life. You only get one shot at life. Why would you waste it doing something you hate?
A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep.
Post by Amelia--
First of all, I like to sing the first line of this Cinderella song to the tune of Harry Potter. I think it fits in with the series.
Anywho, the topic of this post is Dreams.
I have a dream...to one day go to Europe. I have a dream...to become an excellent actess (not necessarily famous, I don't want to have to deal with a bunch of poparazzis). I have a dream...to move out of Oklahoma. There is not a lot of opportunites here. I'm sure that there are some good theatres here I could work for. But, I like the thought of being a part of a professional theatre. Being on Broadway has its appeal. Broadway, however, is on the east coast.
I'm not saying that Oklahoma is bad. I have my family here (except for my favorite niece). I was involved in an excellent marching band. My college is not that great, but it was here that I met my best friend (it's a shame we weren't closer during our freshman and part of sophomore years). I met my first boyfriend here as well, but that's a different story. I'm just saying that I want something bigger than what this state can give me. It means leaving some people behind (mom, dad, brothers, friends, etc), but it also means doing something for myself, learning to stand on my feet. I haven't been able to do that yet. Yes, I have been the one to pay for my college education when my scholarships and loans weren't enough. I have had 4 jobs so far. This job I have now with the music show is my fifth job. I know that I haven't been the best with money, but I have gotten by. But I haven't had my own apartment yet, or a car. I was finally able to get my first contracted cell phone (my first cell phone was one from walmart that I had to keep buying minutes for). But other than that, I haven't been on my own. Granted, I am wanting to move with either my roommate or with my husband if I happen to be married at that time. But, it will allow to me to learn how to be fully responsible for myself. It's scary to think about going off in the "real world".
I have a love for Europe. I really want to go there. Now, though Europe is my dream place, I would also like to go to Asia or Egypt. I just want to experience another country. I would even consider moving to Europe. More than likely to London. I don't know if that dream will actually happen or not, but just travelling there would be amazing for me. There is so much history and art there. Don't get me wrong. I have pride for my country. The United States has some beautiful places, and there is history and art here. But, I just want more.
I've lived my whole life in Oklahoma. I have taken band trips to Missouri and Texas, went on mission trips in Mexico and Honduras (Honduras was my first plane ride, and was the first time I had needed a passport). Once I went to a concert in Dodge City (we got the heck out of Dodge). I consider my life growning up to be sheltered. We weren't able to go to a lot of places. Plus my parents divorced when I was still young, so I didn't get to go on family trips (so might say I was lucky in that area). That's one reason why I want to get out and experience something.
I want to be with someone who wants to experience something to. Someone who would want to travel with me. I joke that my guy is in Europe right now. I do not want to give my heart away to a guy who wants to remain in Oklahoma. I sound mean, don't I?
I think I'm just rambling now. But do you get what I'm saying? Does it make any sense? I hope so.
DFTBA
*harry potter tune* A dream is a wish your heart makes when you are fast asleep.
Stuck in your head now, isn't it?
First of all, I like to sing the first line of this Cinderella song to the tune of Harry Potter. I think it fits in with the series.
Anywho, the topic of this post is Dreams.
I have a dream...to one day go to Europe. I have a dream...to become an excellent actess (not necessarily famous, I don't want to have to deal with a bunch of poparazzis). I have a dream...to move out of Oklahoma. There is not a lot of opportunites here. I'm sure that there are some good theatres here I could work for. But, I like the thought of being a part of a professional theatre. Being on Broadway has its appeal. Broadway, however, is on the east coast.
I'm not saying that Oklahoma is bad. I have my family here (except for my favorite niece). I was involved in an excellent marching band. My college is not that great, but it was here that I met my best friend (it's a shame we weren't closer during our freshman and part of sophomore years). I met my first boyfriend here as well, but that's a different story. I'm just saying that I want something bigger than what this state can give me. It means leaving some people behind (mom, dad, brothers, friends, etc), but it also means doing something for myself, learning to stand on my feet. I haven't been able to do that yet. Yes, I have been the one to pay for my college education when my scholarships and loans weren't enough. I have had 4 jobs so far. This job I have now with the music show is my fifth job. I know that I haven't been the best with money, but I have gotten by. But I haven't had my own apartment yet, or a car. I was finally able to get my first contracted cell phone (my first cell phone was one from walmart that I had to keep buying minutes for). But other than that, I haven't been on my own. Granted, I am wanting to move with either my roommate or with my husband if I happen to be married at that time. But, it will allow to me to learn how to be fully responsible for myself. It's scary to think about going off in the "real world".
I have a love for Europe. I really want to go there. Now, though Europe is my dream place, I would also like to go to Asia or Egypt. I just want to experience another country. I would even consider moving to Europe. More than likely to London. I don't know if that dream will actually happen or not, but just travelling there would be amazing for me. There is so much history and art there. Don't get me wrong. I have pride for my country. The United States has some beautiful places, and there is history and art here. But, I just want more.
I've lived my whole life in Oklahoma. I have taken band trips to Missouri and Texas, went on mission trips in Mexico and Honduras (Honduras was my first plane ride, and was the first time I had needed a passport). Once I went to a concert in Dodge City (we got the heck out of Dodge). I consider my life growning up to be sheltered. We weren't able to go to a lot of places. Plus my parents divorced when I was still young, so I didn't get to go on family trips (so might say I was lucky in that area). That's one reason why I want to get out and experience something.
I want to be with someone who wants to experience something to. Someone who would want to travel with me. I joke that my guy is in Europe right now. I do not want to give my heart away to a guy who wants to remain in Oklahoma. I sound mean, don't I?
I think I'm just rambling now. But do you get what I'm saying? Does it make any sense? I hope so.
DFTBA
*harry potter tune* A dream is a wish your heart makes when you are fast asleep.
Stuck in your head now, isn't it?
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Awkwardness with a boy.
Post by Amelia--
So, I started a profile on an online dating website a few months ago. I have talked to several guys on there. Nothing serious. A few of them of asked if I was willing to meet or exchange numbers (one guy from Turkey asked if I wanted to go to Finland with him). I always said no because I wanted to take things slow first. That, and because I'm a little chicken. Anyways, I have been talking to one guy for awhile. Well, a few days ago, he mentioned he was going to be in Tulsa, and he asked if that if he drove to my town, if I would want to meet up with him. Well, for some reason, I said yes. Now, I work for a music show, so I told him that I wouldn't know for sure how much free time I was going to have. It ended up being that I would have all morning until 1 free and 2 hours between shows. Well, he came down around 1030.
Meeting him was awkward. There were moments when I was not really sure what to say, or even what to do. So, I gave him a little tour of the campus. I thought it was a good idea, until I realized how hot it actually was. Then, we had lunch at a cafe, took a walk down the main strip, and stopped by Nerd Town for a bit. Then, I had to be at the music venue. We met up after the first show. Walked around again, then had dinner at a pizza place, and then he left to go home, I left to put my box of leftovers in my fridge.
My role as hostess did not go over well. At least in my opinion. I didn't know what to say sometimes. I was just really awkward. I'm still not sure how I feel about him. We have some stuff in common, and he seemed like an okay person that I could possibly be friends with. But, I'm not sure about anything more. Did I mention that I was awkward?
So, I started a profile on an online dating website a few months ago. I have talked to several guys on there. Nothing serious. A few of them of asked if I was willing to meet or exchange numbers (one guy from Turkey asked if I wanted to go to Finland with him). I always said no because I wanted to take things slow first. That, and because I'm a little chicken. Anyways, I have been talking to one guy for awhile. Well, a few days ago, he mentioned he was going to be in Tulsa, and he asked if that if he drove to my town, if I would want to meet up with him. Well, for some reason, I said yes. Now, I work for a music show, so I told him that I wouldn't know for sure how much free time I was going to have. It ended up being that I would have all morning until 1 free and 2 hours between shows. Well, he came down around 1030.
Meeting him was awkward. There were moments when I was not really sure what to say, or even what to do. So, I gave him a little tour of the campus. I thought it was a good idea, until I realized how hot it actually was. Then, we had lunch at a cafe, took a walk down the main strip, and stopped by Nerd Town for a bit. Then, I had to be at the music venue. We met up after the first show. Walked around again, then had dinner at a pizza place, and then he left to go home, I left to put my box of leftovers in my fridge.
My role as hostess did not go over well. At least in my opinion. I didn't know what to say sometimes. I was just really awkward. I'm still not sure how I feel about him. We have some stuff in common, and he seemed like an okay person that I could possibly be friends with. But, I'm not sure about anything more. Did I mention that I was awkward?
About Amelia
Post by Isabella-
Amelia is a proud, strong Gryffindor. She is a Theater major. She has changed majors a few times, but finally landed on a major that she loves. I know that she's worked on a couple of shows, but never got to have what she thinks is a "significant role" in the shows she's done. Persionally, I think lights and props are just as important as acting, but I know that she really wants to act so I can understand her frustration.
Amelia is such a strong person and I think it's hard for her to see it. She has had struggles to deal with the whole time I've known her and she's handled all of them with such grace. It is amazing to me. Amelia also has this sort of bravery that I could never pull off. She's doing something today that I'm not sure I could. She had a job she loved before the school took away her work-study position. She worked at the library and loved it. Oh, did I mention she loves reading? Well, she does and so the library was a great place for her to work.
She is amazing at spouting off random quotes from movies, television shows or books word for word. Her favorite book/movie character is Ron Weasley from Harry Potter. Though, I think she prefers the Ron in the movies to the Ron in the books. Her favorite television shows are numerous but here's a short list: Big Bang Theory, Buffy, Doctor Who, House, Supernatural. She has a love for older movies like Breakfast at Tiffany's and White Christmas.
Amelia is my partner in crime when it comes to squirrel chasing. We haven't caught one yet, but the fun's in the chase, right? I think I remember how the squirrel chasing got started, but I'm not sure. Amelia has a fascination with penguins. We're actually planning on making our dorm next semester penguin themed.
She went to Honduras with me about a year and a half ago and I can't remember ever having so much fun on a vacation. One of my favorite moments from Honduras with her was sitting in our hotel room late at night with the lights off and my flashlight on and just talking about random things. She wants to get out of Oklahoma at some point in the future. We're considering moving to North Carolina together after we've both graduated and figured out what the heck we want to do with our lives. Her favorite Doctor is David Tennant which I can understand...kinda. She loves Neil Patrick Harris and hates that he's not playing for our team. Ha.
Amelia is a truly great person and a great roommate.
She's my best friend and the nerdiest person I know.
~Penguins & Pterodactyls
Amelia is a proud, strong Gryffindor. She is a Theater major. She has changed majors a few times, but finally landed on a major that she loves. I know that she's worked on a couple of shows, but never got to have what she thinks is a "significant role" in the shows she's done. Persionally, I think lights and props are just as important as acting, but I know that she really wants to act so I can understand her frustration.
Amelia is such a strong person and I think it's hard for her to see it. She has had struggles to deal with the whole time I've known her and she's handled all of them with such grace. It is amazing to me. Amelia also has this sort of bravery that I could never pull off. She's doing something today that I'm not sure I could. She had a job she loved before the school took away her work-study position. She worked at the library and loved it. Oh, did I mention she loves reading? Well, she does and so the library was a great place for her to work.
She is amazing at spouting off random quotes from movies, television shows or books word for word. Her favorite book/movie character is Ron Weasley from Harry Potter. Though, I think she prefers the Ron in the movies to the Ron in the books. Her favorite television shows are numerous but here's a short list: Big Bang Theory, Buffy, Doctor Who, House, Supernatural. She has a love for older movies like Breakfast at Tiffany's and White Christmas.
Amelia is my partner in crime when it comes to squirrel chasing. We haven't caught one yet, but the fun's in the chase, right? I think I remember how the squirrel chasing got started, but I'm not sure. Amelia has a fascination with penguins. We're actually planning on making our dorm next semester penguin themed.
She went to Honduras with me about a year and a half ago and I can't remember ever having so much fun on a vacation. One of my favorite moments from Honduras with her was sitting in our hotel room late at night with the lights off and my flashlight on and just talking about random things. She wants to get out of Oklahoma at some point in the future. We're considering moving to North Carolina together after we've both graduated and figured out what the heck we want to do with our lives. Her favorite Doctor is David Tennant which I can understand...kinda. She loves Neil Patrick Harris and hates that he's not playing for our team. Ha.
Amelia is a truly great person and a great roommate.
She's my best friend and the nerdiest person I know.
~Penguins & Pterodactyls
About Isabella
Post from Amelia--
Isabella is first and foremost a Ravenclaw. She is Journalism major. Well, I think the major also has something to do with Broadcasting as well, but she has no interest in it. And really, she doesn't have much interest in journalism at the moment, but is considering going into the field of book editing. Maybe she will even write a book like John Green. Who is awesome and amazing and writes good books.
She has a passion for learning. She usually finishes her tests before anyone else, and takes a lot of notes (only in classes she actually likes though). She is good a spouting off useless trivia relating to Gilmore Girls, Harry Potter, etc. During the warm months, she likes to spend her free time chasing squirrels (no, she does not kill them afterewards, because that would be mean and cruel, and because they are ninja squirrels and will attack back if anyone tries to kill them). She loves to read a lot. Although, this summer she hasn't had much of a chance to.
She loves Honduras, North Carolina, and Neville Longbottom (how in the world did he go from a chubby little kid to a freaking Bad-A?!). Matt Smith is her favorite Doctor, and she has a sweet fondness for Marshall on HIMYM.
Oh, and she is also Luna Lovegood.
And my best friend.
And a nerd.
DFTBA.
Isabella is first and foremost a Ravenclaw. She is Journalism major. Well, I think the major also has something to do with Broadcasting as well, but she has no interest in it. And really, she doesn't have much interest in journalism at the moment, but is considering going into the field of book editing. Maybe she will even write a book like John Green. Who is awesome and amazing and writes good books.
She has a passion for learning. She usually finishes her tests before anyone else, and takes a lot of notes (only in classes she actually likes though). She is good a spouting off useless trivia relating to Gilmore Girls, Harry Potter, etc. During the warm months, she likes to spend her free time chasing squirrels (no, she does not kill them afterewards, because that would be mean and cruel, and because they are ninja squirrels and will attack back if anyone tries to kill them). She loves to read a lot. Although, this summer she hasn't had much of a chance to.
She loves Honduras, North Carolina, and Neville Longbottom (how in the world did he go from a chubby little kid to a freaking Bad-A?!). Matt Smith is her favorite Doctor, and she has a sweet fondness for Marshall on HIMYM.
Oh, and she is also Luna Lovegood.
And my best friend.
And a nerd.
DFTBA.
What We're Doing Here
Post by Isabella--
Hey.
So, I thought that I should make a post describing what it is we're doing with this blog and how it got started.
My roommate (Amelia) and I have been away from college for a little over a month now. We both started two different jobs that we hate and are having a hard time communicating because of our different work schedules. I go into work at 9 in the morning and leave at 6 (or later) at night. She doesn't go into work until after I've been at work for a while and gets out after I have already fallen asleep. Amelia also has school in the mornings. So, you can understand why it's been a little harder to communicate than when we see each other every day at college. Hence the blog.
We plan on using this blog as a way of communicating with each other and anyone else who wants to read our blog. We are also going to use it to talk about little rants we have going in our heads over the summer. (Like the one I have about journalism as a career...but that's another story for another time.) Basically, anything goes with this blog. We can write about anything and everything and write as much or as little as we want.
The name of the blog is a little bit of a story. My roommate is a Gryffindor and I am a Ravenclaw. Our room last year at college was on the fifth floor and as you might know, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are the only two Hogwarts houses that are in towers. So, we named our room Gryffinclaw Tower. I think it's also a good way to summarize our blog. It's a little Gryffindor and a little Ravenclaw, but it's definitely a combined effort.
I hope you're as excited about this blog as I am. There will definitely be more to come soon.
Penguins and Pterodactyls,
Isabella
Hey.
So, I thought that I should make a post describing what it is we're doing with this blog and how it got started.
My roommate (Amelia) and I have been away from college for a little over a month now. We both started two different jobs that we hate and are having a hard time communicating because of our different work schedules. I go into work at 9 in the morning and leave at 6 (or later) at night. She doesn't go into work until after I've been at work for a while and gets out after I have already fallen asleep. Amelia also has school in the mornings. So, you can understand why it's been a little harder to communicate than when we see each other every day at college. Hence the blog.
We plan on using this blog as a way of communicating with each other and anyone else who wants to read our blog. We are also going to use it to talk about little rants we have going in our heads over the summer. (Like the one I have about journalism as a career...but that's another story for another time.) Basically, anything goes with this blog. We can write about anything and everything and write as much or as little as we want.
The name of the blog is a little bit of a story. My roommate is a Gryffindor and I am a Ravenclaw. Our room last year at college was on the fifth floor and as you might know, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are the only two Hogwarts houses that are in towers. So, we named our room Gryffinclaw Tower. I think it's also a good way to summarize our blog. It's a little Gryffindor and a little Ravenclaw, but it's definitely a combined effort.
I hope you're as excited about this blog as I am. There will definitely be more to come soon.
Penguins and Pterodactyls,
Isabella
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