I think I already told you guys that I'm, like, totally into astro-stuff. Basically, I think everything beyond us is insaney epic. So, I would like to inform you of something that would be considered cool by someone who isn't necessarily into that kind of thing.
I have a brother. His name is Eric. He is very cute and on Saturday my wittle baby bruver turned 10!!! (I'm still in shock.) He wanted to go to NYC and to the museum of Natural History.
Well, they have these soecial exhibits, like any other museum and my brother wanted to go into this one called Journey to the Stars.
Ah-frickin'-mazing. It was in the Hayden Planetarium and it was narrated by Whoopi Goldberg. (In case you kids were wondering where she went after those doughnut commercials.)
First of all, the quality was amazing. If I wasn't breathing I could've believed that I was truly in space.
Here's what I learned (Or an extension of what I already knew):
-We depend on the sun because it is the closest star.
-In space there a bunch of things called dwarves. White, brown...
-The sun will die out in about 4 billion years, but by then we will have evolved in ways that we can only imagine now, or have already left planet Earth.
-Supernovas are the explosions of giant stars.
-The sun is actually a yellow star, one of medium heat, rather than a red one (lowest heat) or a blue one (highest amount of heat)
-The sun has about four layers. At the very center there are a bunch of atoms that move thousands of miles an hour and smash into each other CONSTANTLY and that's how the sun has continuous energy.
-Magnetic waves from the sun's radiation can move at 1 million miles an hour.
Productive day. Whoopi also went over the planets and when she didn't say Pluto there was a murmur of "Poor Pluto" throughout. :(
You still gotta learn stuff in the summer.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
and soo it begins...
Summer is usually met with excitement. That turns into fear when my mother goes on a rant about whycan'tyoudothis whywon'tyoudothat, cleanthatup, watchyourbrother, DO--NO--DON'TDO!!!
I forgot. I think that everyone does. I just heard her yelling. Maybe I should let some family shit off of my chest.
MY BROTHER (LITTLE): Very cute. Perhaps a tad spoiled, as he is the youngest, and definitely the favorite of my mother. Mommy'sbabybabybaby. If you ask sissysissysissy, she thinks it's a load of bull. Mommy did it twice, why is it so special now? More or less, it bothers me that he is ten and stills relys on mommy, nana, or Kimmy to get him a glass of milk. I say no, I'm the one at fault. Sorry Mom. I know he's your baby but he's too old to crawl into bed with you in the middle of the night.
MY BROTHER (OLDER): Quiet. Video-game addicted. Spoiledspoiledspoiled. Does what he wants and is rpoud of the number of times he has failed stuff in Italian. Noms on money the way I like to nom on Oreos. Nummmynummy. He's a meatheaded wrestler, huge, muscular and mean. HE IS MEAN. Intentionally nasty towards me, wholly depricating of me. He just doesn't know what to do with himself, I think.
MY MOTHER: Generally a very nice lady. But, you know, every mother has her hard spot. NO don'tdothis, dothis, cleancleanclean, Ihatetoclean. In my opinion, if she didn't want to do this, then she shouldn't have gotten married. Or she shouldn't have stopped working and gotten us a nanny OR just shouldn't've had kids. She also tends to exaggerate, rip ot half of my right eyebrow, and go iver the line when teasing me.
MY FATHER: The strict one. TheonlyreasonKimmygotBillyJoelticketsisbecauseDaddydidn'tshowupuptoherFatherDaughterDanceforGirlScouts. He will blame my mother for anything that goes wrong and it pisses me off. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even see my face. He just wants me to excellexceedbebetterthantheotherpeople.
Now, I know I'm not a perfect person ton live with. I have my moments, my funks, my emotions and styles anf ticks and ways of doing things. Sometuimes I just get tired of worrying that it;s just me.
I love my family VERYYYY much, but they do drive me insane like any other family. WEe are what we are, and sometimes it get frustrating to deal with.
*PS...THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY FAMILY IS ME!!! THEY ARE THE FIRST PEOPLE I WILL DEFEND AND THE PEOPLE I LOVE THE MOST IN THE WORLD.
I forgot. I think that everyone does. I just heard her yelling. Maybe I should let some family shit off of my chest.
MY BROTHER (LITTLE): Very cute. Perhaps a tad spoiled, as he is the youngest, and definitely the favorite of my mother. Mommy'sbabybabybaby. If you ask sissysissysissy, she thinks it's a load of bull. Mommy did it twice, why is it so special now? More or less, it bothers me that he is ten and stills relys on mommy, nana, or Kimmy to get him a glass of milk. I say no, I'm the one at fault. Sorry Mom. I know he's your baby but he's too old to crawl into bed with you in the middle of the night.
MY BROTHER (OLDER): Quiet. Video-game addicted. Spoiledspoiledspoiled. Does what he wants and is rpoud of the number of times he has failed stuff in Italian. Noms on money the way I like to nom on Oreos. Nummmynummy. He's a meatheaded wrestler, huge, muscular and mean. HE IS MEAN. Intentionally nasty towards me, wholly depricating of me. He just doesn't know what to do with himself, I think.
MY MOTHER: Generally a very nice lady. But, you know, every mother has her hard spot. NO don'tdothis, dothis, cleancleanclean, Ihatetoclean. In my opinion, if she didn't want to do this, then she shouldn't have gotten married. Or she shouldn't have stopped working and gotten us a nanny OR just shouldn't've had kids. She also tends to exaggerate, rip ot half of my right eyebrow, and go iver the line when teasing me.
MY FATHER: The strict one. TheonlyreasonKimmygotBillyJoelticketsisbecauseDaddydidn'tshowupuptoherFatherDaughterDanceforGirlScouts. He will blame my mother for anything that goes wrong and it pisses me off. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even see my face. He just wants me to excellexceedbebetterthantheotherpeople.
Now, I know I'm not a perfect person ton live with. I have my moments, my funks, my emotions and styles anf ticks and ways of doing things. Sometuimes I just get tired of worrying that it;s just me.
I love my family VERYYYY much, but they do drive me insane like any other family. WEe are what we are, and sometimes it get frustrating to deal with.
*PS...THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY FAMILY IS ME!!! THEY ARE THE FIRST PEOPLE I WILL DEFEND AND THE PEOPLE I LOVE THE MOST IN THE WORLD.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Which version of "Grotto" do you like the best?
1st Person
The candles glowed, but when I stuck my hand to the flame of one, I felt no heat. Fog rolled onto the rocky surface of the underground cave and spread a layer onto my skin. Yet it didn’t feel stifling. It felt cool, wintry. It was wet, like early morning, same as the rest of this unfamiliar shoreline. I stepped closer the translucent lake creating the foggy tendrils, and as I lifted one I heard a seam rip.
I swirled around as I was inches from falling off of the edge of the cliff jutting out of the side of the grotto. My miraculous spin was not my own work, though.
Hands caught me, holding to my waist with an anxious fierceness. They held me tighter as I was spun around. I no longer faced outward at the mysterious lake. I now stared at a jagged side of the cave. The hands loosened their grasp around me, and I could feel the body of a man behind me.
At the same moment, we both sighed. My savior’s was filled with an obvious relief. I could feel the emotion surround me, but it did not penetrate my mindset. My sigh was in irritation at my own negligence.
After both of our exhales concluded, I was let go. I took a couple of steps away from this hero in an underworld. I turned to look at him, to know and remember him.
My glance lasted scarcely longer than the time it takes to stretch your arms out in the invitation of an embrace. He did just that, but went a step further than a simple request. He pulled me to his chest and I rested my head against him, momentarily shocked by this whole experience, and tired.
I trusted him in these few fleeting seconds, with my own life. Even though I did not know this secretive man of caverns, candles, and lakes.
He whispered in my ear, “I prefer you not drown while with me.”
And I knew who he was.
2nd Person
Candles glow all around you but as you raise your hand above a flame you feel no burn. Mist rolls onto the rocks around you and is pasted to your skin. But it doesn’t feel unpleasant. It feels cool, a pleasing zephyr in this bizarre underground world. You step closer to the lake which the steam rolls off of and step on the hem of your garment.
You turn around, seconds before you would have tumbled off of the edge of this tiny grotto. But that majestic twirl, you did not do.
Hands catch you at the waist and spin you until all you see is the rough side of the cavern. You and your savior both let out sighs, deep from the way each of you held your breath when you almost toppled over. You can tell his overflows with relief. Yours reflects the annoyance you feel toward your own disregard.
The hands that pulled you from a very dangerous loosen after a moment of initial uncertainty; you step back. You break his grip on your waist and take another step back to look at his face.
You have about five seconds--not enough time to analyze or recognize--before he presses you against him in an embrace which hides his face from view. The glance you get, though, was not one you immediately identify. But it was not completely unfamiliar, either.
You feel a recognizable sense of trust, sweetly lingering between the two of you. This feeling is one you’ve only felt once before. You know it; him.
And that assumption grows beyond doubt when he whispers in your ear, “I prefer you not drown while with me.”
3rd Person
The candles glowed, but as she stepped closer to a single, enormous stick, it didn’t feel hot. Mist rolled on the rocky surface and was pasted to her, but it didn’t feel sticky. It felt cool. It felt damp, like this underground kingdom. She stepped closer to the lake producing the cool steam, and tripped over the hem of her skirt.
She whirled around seconds before she would have fallen off of the ledge in the cavern. But the turn was not her work.
Hands caught her at the waist, and frantically spun her until she saw the jagged edge of one “wall in this grotto. After, a moment which each spent letting out a sigh. Of relief, for her unknown savior but she spent that breath in annoyance towards her own stupidity.
After that moment, the hands, which stayed in place, let her go one step form him. She turned to look at his face, breaking the grip he still held.
She had no more than several seconds to glance because he suddenly reached out and took her into his arms, blocking her view. But what she saw were familiar features with a stranger’s expression. No matter, she knew she had seen the face before.
She was sure.
But all doubts erased from her mind when he whispered in her ear, “I prefer you don’t drown while with me.”
The candles glowed, but when I stuck my hand to the flame of one, I felt no heat. Fog rolled onto the rocky surface of the underground cave and spread a layer onto my skin. Yet it didn’t feel stifling. It felt cool, wintry. It was wet, like early morning, same as the rest of this unfamiliar shoreline. I stepped closer the translucent lake creating the foggy tendrils, and as I lifted one I heard a seam rip.
I swirled around as I was inches from falling off of the edge of the cliff jutting out of the side of the grotto. My miraculous spin was not my own work, though.
Hands caught me, holding to my waist with an anxious fierceness. They held me tighter as I was spun around. I no longer faced outward at the mysterious lake. I now stared at a jagged side of the cave. The hands loosened their grasp around me, and I could feel the body of a man behind me.
At the same moment, we both sighed. My savior’s was filled with an obvious relief. I could feel the emotion surround me, but it did not penetrate my mindset. My sigh was in irritation at my own negligence.
After both of our exhales concluded, I was let go. I took a couple of steps away from this hero in an underworld. I turned to look at him, to know and remember him.
My glance lasted scarcely longer than the time it takes to stretch your arms out in the invitation of an embrace. He did just that, but went a step further than a simple request. He pulled me to his chest and I rested my head against him, momentarily shocked by this whole experience, and tired.
I trusted him in these few fleeting seconds, with my own life. Even though I did not know this secretive man of caverns, candles, and lakes.
He whispered in my ear, “I prefer you not drown while with me.”
And I knew who he was.
2nd Person
Candles glow all around you but as you raise your hand above a flame you feel no burn. Mist rolls onto the rocks around you and is pasted to your skin. But it doesn’t feel unpleasant. It feels cool, a pleasing zephyr in this bizarre underground world. You step closer to the lake which the steam rolls off of and step on the hem of your garment.
You turn around, seconds before you would have tumbled off of the edge of this tiny grotto. But that majestic twirl, you did not do.
Hands catch you at the waist and spin you until all you see is the rough side of the cavern. You and your savior both let out sighs, deep from the way each of you held your breath when you almost toppled over. You can tell his overflows with relief. Yours reflects the annoyance you feel toward your own disregard.
The hands that pulled you from a very dangerous loosen after a moment of initial uncertainty; you step back. You break his grip on your waist and take another step back to look at his face.
You have about five seconds--not enough time to analyze or recognize--before he presses you against him in an embrace which hides his face from view. The glance you get, though, was not one you immediately identify. But it was not completely unfamiliar, either.
You feel a recognizable sense of trust, sweetly lingering between the two of you. This feeling is one you’ve only felt once before. You know it; him.
And that assumption grows beyond doubt when he whispers in your ear, “I prefer you not drown while with me.”
3rd Person
The candles glowed, but as she stepped closer to a single, enormous stick, it didn’t feel hot. Mist rolled on the rocky surface and was pasted to her, but it didn’t feel sticky. It felt cool. It felt damp, like this underground kingdom. She stepped closer to the lake producing the cool steam, and tripped over the hem of her skirt.
She whirled around seconds before she would have fallen off of the ledge in the cavern. But the turn was not her work.
Hands caught her at the waist, and frantically spun her until she saw the jagged edge of one “wall in this grotto. After, a moment which each spent letting out a sigh. Of relief, for her unknown savior but she spent that breath in annoyance towards her own stupidity.
After that moment, the hands, which stayed in place, let her go one step form him. She turned to look at his face, breaking the grip he still held.
She had no more than several seconds to glance because he suddenly reached out and took her into his arms, blocking her view. But what she saw were familiar features with a stranger’s expression. No matter, she knew she had seen the face before.
She was sure.
But all doubts erased from her mind when he whispered in her ear, “I prefer you don’t drown while with me.”
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Highlights of the Past Year...The best One By FAAAAR in This Dump...
Highlights of my school year:
-Alex and Sam.
-Jonny
-Being Milky-White in the school play, Into the Woods.
-Having the Woolzinator.
-getting a new lunch group, Jarodfish, Fishy, Ben, Kieran, etc.
-Washington DC trip.
-Seeing Wicked.
-LitMag.
Growing up.
I'm finishing up middle school, and it really was an amazing ride. I tried things I never thought I would, had some of the worst pain in my life, learned what RESPECT means, and how I deserve it, and I got plain old smarter.
So, yeah, (insert name of middle school here) you weren't totally unsuccessful. Just don't shove it in my face. Dudn't mean I like you.
-Alex and Sam.
-Jonny
-Being Milky-White in the school play, Into the Woods.
-Having the Woolzinator.
-getting a new lunch group, Jarodfish, Fishy, Ben, Kieran, etc.
-Washington DC trip.
-Seeing Wicked.
-LitMag.
Growing up.
I'm finishing up middle school, and it really was an amazing ride. I tried things I never thought I would, had some of the worst pain in my life, learned what RESPECT means, and how I deserve it, and I got plain old smarter.
So, yeah, (insert name of middle school here) you weren't totally unsuccessful. Just don't shove it in my face. Dudn't mean I like you.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
SUMMER: I GOT THE FEVER!!!!
SUMMER, SUMMER!!!!!
Is there not a child in the world whom the word strikes a feeling of pure glee into?
NO. And if you are a child that isn't AT ALL excited about summer...
Well, go away. Weirdo. No one likes you. (JK!...Not really.)
In this school year I have managed to really create a person I kinda like. I do well in all of my classes and I'm respectful (mostly...) of my teachers. You just suck as a teacher if I am CONSTANTLY talking in your class. (Which doesn't happen.)
I'm a cardigan girl, too. A real dweeby dresser. I raid my mommy's closet for cool pieces. I actually have worn dresses to school. I'm a less intense Rachel Berry. I'm over the whole knee sock scene. I love wearing flowy skirts. (By which I mean flowy materials, not hit-the-ground length.)
I'm a tad weight obsessed. The torture I endured as a little kid at the hands of my older brother have left me permanently scarred. My birthday was on the 14th and my mom bought me a pair of shorts that fit me perfectly. Now, scarcely more than two weeks later they were sliding down my hips all day in school. I don't know how it happened. My bathing suit looked better on me, too.
Confusion much?
Upon my graduation (and most probably beforehand) from middle school I will become the girl who exercises constantly. No, I don't have an eating disorder, and I know that overexercising CAN be bad. It's just that I live so damn far away from everyone else. If they get to be less than a block from our hangout (a pond which smells like crap, but we swim in anywhoo) I have to be a mile.
But I dun rully care. I feel so much better. It's really my self-esteem upper. How my hair looks doesn't matter if it's always under the water. If I go out maybe how it smells matters, but really...
I can't wear makeup if it runs down my face. And really, my bikini body? I'm fourteen. I admit I do have baby fat. 'Cause I'm still a kid. And a pretty young one, too. If someone says something about my boobs, yeah, that's really uncomfortable. Or I just make a dirty joke. What else can I do?
I also love summer because my best friend (who goes to a private school 'bout 40 minutes away) and I get to spend an almost unconditional amount of time together. :)
I think I lost track of the point I was trying to make in the last couple of paragraphs. I was going to talk about my style changing but I got caught up in my cheesy self-confidence/mention-my-boobs-and-die spiel. Basically, in several weeks I will look a Cali girl. A brunette one, though.
Thank the fucking nonexistent lord I tan.
(Oh, yas, I fergot. Any fans/followers that I may not know/know about: MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN!!! I love and appreciates everyone so much and if you could just let me know who you areI will send you a virtual cookie.
...Sam & Jonny...I'm sorry but you don't count for virtual cookies. But I still love you both LOADZ!)
Is there not a child in the world whom the word strikes a feeling of pure glee into?
NO. And if you are a child that isn't AT ALL excited about summer...
Well, go away. Weirdo. No one likes you. (JK!...Not really.)
In this school year I have managed to really create a person I kinda like. I do well in all of my classes and I'm respectful (mostly...) of my teachers. You just suck as a teacher if I am CONSTANTLY talking in your class. (Which doesn't happen.)
I'm a cardigan girl, too. A real dweeby dresser. I raid my mommy's closet for cool pieces. I actually have worn dresses to school. I'm a less intense Rachel Berry. I'm over the whole knee sock scene. I love wearing flowy skirts. (By which I mean flowy materials, not hit-the-ground length.)
I'm a tad weight obsessed. The torture I endured as a little kid at the hands of my older brother have left me permanently scarred. My birthday was on the 14th and my mom bought me a pair of shorts that fit me perfectly. Now, scarcely more than two weeks later they were sliding down my hips all day in school. I don't know how it happened. My bathing suit looked better on me, too.
Confusion much?
Upon my graduation (and most probably beforehand) from middle school I will become the girl who exercises constantly. No, I don't have an eating disorder, and I know that overexercising CAN be bad. It's just that I live so damn far away from everyone else. If they get to be less than a block from our hangout (a pond which smells like crap, but we swim in anywhoo) I have to be a mile.
But I dun rully care. I feel so much better. It's really my self-esteem upper. How my hair looks doesn't matter if it's always under the water. If I go out maybe how it smells matters, but really...
I can't wear makeup if it runs down my face. And really, my bikini body? I'm fourteen. I admit I do have baby fat. 'Cause I'm still a kid. And a pretty young one, too. If someone says something about my boobs, yeah, that's really uncomfortable. Or I just make a dirty joke. What else can I do?
I also love summer because my best friend (who goes to a private school 'bout 40 minutes away) and I get to spend an almost unconditional amount of time together. :)
I think I lost track of the point I was trying to make in the last couple of paragraphs. I was going to talk about my style changing but I got caught up in my cheesy self-confidence/mention-my-boobs-and-die spiel. Basically, in several weeks I will look a Cali girl. A brunette one, though.
Thank the fucking nonexistent lord I tan.
(Oh, yas, I fergot. Any fans/followers that I may not know/know about: MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN!!! I love and appreciates everyone so much and if you could just let me know who you areI will send you a virtual cookie.
...Sam & Jonny...I'm sorry but you don't count for virtual cookies. But I still love you both LOADZ!)
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