I am an angry cat. Where are all of you guys?!! When I'm just sitting around here waiting for a blog post, I just. . . Anyway, my mom ordered this collection of really old popular songs, so, uh. . . Erm, this post was just random. Byee!
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(Hah, the ^title^ sounds like some weird reality TV show. Maybe something involving monkey bars?) Anyway, I've been OBSESSED with the song Hanging On by Ellie Goulding. It's her version of Active Child's song. I don't care much for Tinie Tempah's rapping part, so you could either watch the edited version without Tinie Tempah (the first video), or this beautiful cover by two other girls (the second video). Ohhhh, yes. That song is like butter on sweet, sweet waffles. But enough of that! Let's talk about "All Summer in a Day". I'm pretty sure I've talked about this story before, because it's just that AWESOME, but I want to talk about it again. All Summer in a Day is basically my favorite story that's been told at school in sixth grade. It's by Ray Bradbury, famously known for the novel "Fahrenheit 451". It's one of my bookmarks on my laptop. Read Wikipedia's synopsis below, and if you're interested, read the small story here. "The story is about a class of school children on Venus, which in this story is a world of constant rainstorms, where the sun is only visible for two hours every seven years. (Yeah, Venus is actually really hot but people didn't know that yet when this was written.) So, what? Did you read it yet? 'Cuz I'm about to drop a bomb on ya. Ya ready? Ya ready? Ya ready? Ya ready? YA READY??? Mm' kay. . . Well. . . Here's the bomb. . . Clumped up in one big paragraph. . . Here goes nothing. . . The kids were all nine years old when they saw the sun. People on Venus see the sun every seven years. That means the next time they will see the sun is when they're all sixteen years old. TEENAGERS. I thought up something so weirdly weird and here it is: Margot returns to Earth because she's just really depressed and misses the sun and all. And since Margot was gone, William felt all guilty even though Margot forgave him and misses her. Margot doesn't talk with the kids on Venus until seven years later, and uh duh, they're TEENAGERS. But she doesn't talk to all the kids*cough teenagers*, only William. On the phone. When people find out how to communicate with people on different planets. And they talk to each other when the sun is out at Venus. William still feels really guilty but can't and doesn't really express his feelings to Margot cuz', well, he's still William. Two hours later, Margot hears the roar of the rain on the other line and decides it's time to hang up, and William is all sad that the time is up, but he's not sure whether or not it's because of the sun going away or the conversation ending. It's only when William hears the white noise of the telephone he realizes that he misses Margot, not the sun. And Margot learns to fully forget about the whole situation and William. They never talk again, but William lives his life on the question: What if? Wow, great way to turn a sad story into a sadder story, Jazel. By the way, their phone conversation would look like the picture above. I don't even know where I got the picture from. Pinterest? Here on weebly? Pfft, who knows. Oh, I had another idea. I thought of it before I thought of the one I just told you guys. I thought of it during the ending of Hanging On. Big paragraph time? Well, Margot stays on Venus. William and she turn out to be best friends. When the sun comes out seven years later, when they're TEENAGERS, they're really happy. They spend their time in the sun running around and chasing each other and acting like little kids. Except something's wrong. The sun seems to be hurdling toward them, getting closer and closer. (Yeah, I know they'd be too hot even if the sun moved an inch, but this is fictionous, okay??!) They're staring at the sun in shock, trying to do something. Right before the heat burns them up, Margot grabs William's hand and smiles sadly. She's giving up. There's no hope. They spend their last seconds together, staring at each other, unable to cry because the tears just evaporate off their faces. They know there was so much they could do, and they know exactly what they could do all along, but now it's too late. Aaaand, cut to black. . . Sheesh, I just have a knack for making sad things even more sad. How can I think of these things and not burst into tears? Oh right, I hope you guys aren't plummeting into a depth of despair though, so here's a random fact: Did you know Ash's (from Pokemon) full name is Ash KETCHUM?? That sounds like Ash Ketchup!
I'M ASH KETCHUP, GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL!!!!! Like, I just found that out. Uh, bye! Small round green vegetables. I believe a case awaits to be cracked wide open. CUZ' WE HAVE A MYSTERY TO BE SOLVED. Listen, when I woke up at 11 am today, I was only planning to talk about Spring Break and random stuff and chiz really not that important. But this. . . this is important. In this post, more specifically, the last post I did, at 18:33 (6:33 pm) of yesterday, March 24, 2013, Annonymous commented THIS: YOULL NEVER FIND OUT WHO I AM!!!! I am an old friend... @_o Today, March 25, 2013, at 12:45 pm, I (jazelyn) replied with THIS: Well, uh, oh glob. I'm thinking Whit here, just cuz' that's something she'd say. . . The suspects are chosen. Investigation is still under way. The case is open to the public. Unless someone confesses their doing of the crime (can we call this vandalism just for the ultimate affect?), frequent blog posts will be published with photos of the crime scene and heavily pondered hypotheses.
The search for "Annonymous" is ON!! Hey, guyyys! Guess what day it is! It's PARTNERS AND PARACHUTES DAY!! *cough* I mean, St. Patrick's Day. Totally. *sputter*
Happy St. Patty's Day. ;) Well, at least it was St. Patty's Day. It's pretty much over now. Did you know what my family did to celebrate this holiday? Hang a shamrock sign on our door, go to church, and wear green. And my dad was even reluctant to wear green. I'm probably still gonna wear green tomorrow so I can still pinch people. Non-green wearers deserve to be pinched, whether they celebrate the holiday or not. Let's just make it St. Patty's Week! Oof, have I made a March writing topic thingy yet? I am sooo forgetting about that. Forgive, ma'am. . . or ma'an. Get it? "Ma'an"? It's like "ma'am", except for a man! Speaking of men and women, remember how you'd watch TV shows on Nick or Disney as a kid and they'd always reference "the birds and the bees" and "when a man and woman love each other very much" talk and we wouldn't even notice and we'd think it was funny even though we had no idea what was happening???? If you don't, ahem. Erm, weird way to end this post, but okay. Small round green vegetables! So, next Tuesday, I believe this person who portrays Thomas Jefferson will be coming to my history class. Yeah, February 5th.
And other than feeling creeped out about the whole wig and old clothes get-up, I'm actually quite excited. Apparently, he's done insane amounts of research on our third president, so the whole class is preparing with a whole ton of questions. And we're gonna see if we can stump him. No limits, guys! (Except, the first day my teacher told us about this, a kid asked, "So, can we ask what toilet paper they used back in the day?" and that's where the questions end. So basically, yes, there's limits.") In a way, I'm freaking out, cuz' I don't want to ask a stupid question like ^that one^ cuz' I was seriously thinking about it, and I don't want to ask an impossible question that no one can answer except the actual two hundred-something-year-old Thomas Jefferson. But I can't help! No limits means no limits, right? HE CAN'T KNOW EVERYTHING, MUAHAHAHA! Well. Small round green vegetables. I'll say hi to Thomas Jefferson for you guys. ^_^ Happy New Year, dahhlings!
Yeah, it's New Year's Eve, but in retrospect, people have Christmas decorations up 360+ days before Christmas! (Tumblr, haha) It's not that cray-cray like a fish. But yeah, 2013! PEOPLE THOUGHT WE WOULDN'T MAKE IT, BUT WE DID! HAH! A lot of things happened in 2012. A lot. But new memories are waiting to be made in 2013! So yeah guyss, go out there, and follow your DREEAAAMS! (I'msorrythat'sthesincerestit'llgetaroundhere) Fruit cups are the best thing ever invented since. . . Oh, wait, no it's not. But on the bright side, it's an okay invention! :)
Now for some yearbook-signing tips, Jazelyn style! Yes, I know. You don't really care at the moment cuz' everyone gets their yearbooks at the end of the year. . . But this kind of stuff is important to me. When you sign a yearbook, know that this may be the last time you talk to or see this person. So you gotta give this lasting impression, show your personality, remind this person about how you were friends. Tip #1: Don't do the whole H.A.G.S. thing. Yeah, "have a great summer" and whoop-dee-do, it spells the word "hags", haha. Well, that's totes lame. Don't write like it'll be one summer before you see them again, write like you'll never ever see them. Ever. Like, srsly, if all you put is "H.A.G.S.", that person will remember you as the person that couldn't come up with anything. Tip #2: Don't talk about boring stuff. Cuz' I totally care about how we had math class together. *sarcasm* Listen, you can talk about math or whatever, just don't talk about it because you have absolutely nothing to say. If you don't anything to say, SAY SO!!! Use humor! Be blunt! Acknowledge your empty mind! Say something different like, "Roses are red, violets are blue, I have no idea what to say to you." And see? I just made that right at the top of my head. It's better than "blah, blah, that one thing in math class". Tip #3: Don't be cliche`. You signed my crack. Ha, that's funny. But it's less funny if you COPIED IT FROM A WEIRD YEARBOOK-SIGNING POWERPOINT PRESENTATION. (Calm yourself, Jazelyn. . .) If you're gonna use a cliche`, make it not-so cliche`. Gonna use the "I signed your crack" cliche`? Make it as your own by adding your twist on it, like "I signed your crack. . . I hope you don't feel violated :)" or something!!! Tip #4: Be courteous. Perhaps you shouldn't write with a Sharpie or else it'll bleed through. Perhaps you shouldn't write so big so that others can't sign. It's called Yearbook Etiquette. They asked you if you could sign their yearbook, the least you could do is to keep it pretty. Tip #5: Sign your name illegibly. Have you ever read the things in your yearbook and was like, "Who wrote that? Whose phone number is that? WHAT?" Well, dude! Don't be that person! If you like signing your name in cursive but want them to actually know who you are, maybe put your name below the real one in parentheses in smaller handwriting and printed. I know I'll do that. Tip #6: Be. Frikkin'. Different! Wanna stand out? Wanna be the girl that people ask you to sign their yearbooks because you're THAT AWESOME? Well, be different! Sketch something! Have a one-of-a-kind signature! Use inside jokes! Sign guys and gals! Be witty! Think up a different thing to write each and every time you sign! JUST. BE. DIFFERENT. Yersh, that is it! I hope this'll help you improve your yearbook skillz! Cuz' I'm just that passionate about signing yearbooks. I thought up a bunch of things I could put in a post. Here are those things.
Sooo, I wrote this site's url on my school binder and my friend, Haydan, saw it. I forgot to give her the link, but if she is visiting, I'll have to tidy up. ^_^ The Draw a Stickman EPIC game is coming out today. I'm sooooo gonna play it. I found the Girl Scout patches Whit lost from our last. . . hang-out session. Lol, I could've said playdate if I wanted to. I'm convinced that I'm the only kid at school that still ties their jacket around their hips. My friend said (as a joke), "That's cuz' you're not cool." and I said, ". . . I'm okay with not being cool." and she said, "Really?" Pfff, cool people these days. I wonder if I'm gonna have the same friends now in the future. Like, someone will host this weird get-together and we'll eat things off of Food Network. Angry Birds isn't actually all that addictive. It's sweet to see your teachers from the year before and they recognize you. . . Sweeeeet. Eating stuff like lamb and duck kinda creeps me out. It's not chicken, turkey, cow, or pig, so I'm not used to it. I'm unprepared, basically. I guess I have a phobia of being unprepared. My brother used to watch 100 Ways to Die. I heard about this one time where this guy laughed so much that he just died. I immediately stopped watching the show. I also stopped laughing for extended amounts of time. Am I that kind of person that almost everyone could get along with? There's some people I wouldn't exactly call "friends", more like "innocent acquaintances". Or maybe just people that are too busy thinking about their image that they forget about their well-being. That's deep. I wonder if I act differently online than in real life, or differently in real life than online. It sounds like one thing or the other, but it's different. Do I act more like me in real life or online? That's also deep. Is being bipolar a bad thing? It's always associated with bad things. Is there such thing as "healthy bipolar"? Like, in class I'm quiet, but in free-time with friends I'm LOUUUUUDDD. When I see a girl I don't know with mascara and lipstick, I automatically think she's snobby. Usually, it turns out she's not. I'd probably be the one at fault, but then I wonder if maybe that the girl's at fault because she wanted to be one of the girls that actually are snobby. That's also deep. And confusing. I just realized "prejudice" is mostly used as a noun. I used it as, like, a verb. Or maybe an adjective. I mean, it could be used as a verb. But usually it's a noun. Sometimes I wish I could just go the easy way out and copy others, but then I realize that would make me a hypocrite. I'd rather figure things out my own way than be accused of being hypocritical. Plus, I always end up with the better results. There's a lady on Food Network whose name is Ina Garten. I always said her first name like "inn uh". I thought she sounded like a person that planted stuff (in a garden), and sometimes I said her name with a Swedish accent. But then I found out it was pronounced "eena" and all my hopes and dreams were crushed. :D Eye shadow confuses me. I bought this bag for school. Backpacks aren't allowed to be carried around at school, so I have a cool purse to carry some stuff that won't fit in my binder. People always ask me if I made it, or if it's made out of duct tape. No, people! I didn't make it, and it's made out of Mexican candy wrappers!! Do you know the fabric I just cannot stand? Polyester. I always use polyester when it's cold--jackets, blankets--but I get shocked. Sure, blah blah, put on lotion, moisturize. . . Well, my HAIR isn't always wet, so that's where all that static comes from. GRRR. I'm a fan of sarcasm, but sometimes I don't understand whether my friends are using it or not. They'll say something sarcastic like "I just love science projects", and I'll be like, "Wait, no, I thought you didn't like science??" and they'll say, "I don't. Sarcasm, Jazelyn." And I'm like ERRRRRRG! Please tell me you guys use Google Chrome. Internet Explorer is soooooo slooooooowww. And Google Chrome uses spell-check! USE YOUR SPELL-CHECK PEOPLE! It's weird when you don't know whether to say hi to someone or to just walk by. Sometimes I wait for them to make the first move and I look at them to see if they are. If they're not, I hope they didn't think it was creepy that I was basically stalking down their face to see if they would say here. That's probably confusing. Don't you hate it when you talk about something really passionately to a friend and they respond with silence? I don't like awkward silence, so I usually make a long, loud sigh after I stop talking. I must remember to say "monkey butt" whenever someone asks "guess what". JUST IN CASE. Yeaahhhhhh, that's enough random thinking. I'm pretty sure I could go on longer, but that's just unnecessary. :) Heh heh. . . love the title of this post.
Let's see, what're we gonna talk about today? Oh. OH! I know! In English class, I'm in a group a five, and we have to write a story. I'm not telling you what the story's about, because I'm thinking of using our given topic for MY story for Sincerely-Hope's writing contest! . . . Maybe. Complicated much? Oh well. Anyway, did you doods know I have a TOOMBLORE???? Haha. Jk. It's called "tumblr". Anyway, it's woohoojazelyn.tumblr.com, and so far, I have ZIP on it. Nada. Zilch. Nuthin'. Zero. Except one measly post. (Ah hah! MEASLY! Words. . . Ha. . . I guess that's not as exciting as I thought.) *gets goosebumps* ARGH! Either I'm cold or I'm emotionally attached to Again again. Like, "Again" once again? Again by Bruno Mars again? Remember this post? Yep, it was a long day on YouTubeRepeat. Oh no, I'm sorry, Listen On Repeat. (Gosh, people, stop changing site names.) I'LL DO IT ALL OOOOOOOOVEEEEERRRRRRR AGAAAAAIIIN. . . FOR YOUUU!!!! *shivers* Aslfhsdflsdkhf, I just got goosebumps again!!! GOOSIES!!! I think it's about time I say goodbye. WE ARE FARMERS. BUM BA DUM BUM BUM BUM BUM! Hey, did you guys actually see that one music post about Avatar OST 05- Reconciliation? Or was I just bamba-rambling to myself? AGAIN? Well, eh.
Anyway, I *finally* have some extra time to post some stuff! (Yeah, yeah, I don't have enough time to do On This Day n' stuff, but. . . be grateful! GOSH! And yes, I spelled grateful right!) Soooo, Halloween. Apparently, Hotel Transylvania is the must-see movie at the moment. Oh, and I'll probably be a Native American for Halloween. Notice how I didn't say "Indian". IT'S NOT THE SAME THING! Like, Columbus called Native Americans "Indians" because his goal was to find a direct water route to China (also called "Cathay") and when he landed in North America, he thought he was in India, thus calling the natives "Indians". Yeah, I learned that from accelerated history. I'm not sure if dressing up as a Native America in history class is the best thing to do. . . Like, what if the teacher makes me act out something? And she'll be like, "So, Jazelyn, why a Native American for Halloween?" and I'll be brutally honest, by saying, "Uh. . . the costume looked cute." and she'll be like, "Well, Jazelyn, if it's all about looking cute, why not TRAVEL BACK TO THE 1700'S AND PRANCE AROUND IN THE FRENCH AND INDIAN WAR??! Why don't you see if you look 'cute' there? WILL YOU SIDE WITH THE BRITISH OR THE FRENCH?" and I'll be like, "Um. French." and she'll be like, "Why?" and I'll be like, "Well, I'm not sure about this, but because the British had to pay for the costs of the war afterwards. I think. But, the French did lose a lot of their land. . ." and she'll be like, "OH YEAH, A+ FOR YOU!!!" It's a possibility. And my history teacher is nicer. :) And not that loud. Wellll, gotta go! SEE YA EVENTUALLY! |
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