Saturday, August 27, 2011


I think I'm in love with Moffat. Like, seriously. His writing in each episode he does. Oh. I just love it. He keeps the audience on his toes, and even though most of his episodes are the ones that propel the plot forward, instead of being the ones with the stupid monsters, I'm really glad when it's an episode of his. That last episode.

Just everything about it. His comedic timing. His sense of who the characters are. Just amazing. I can't like, describe it.

And I'm pretty sure that The Doctor told River his name in that last ep. When do we get to find out what his name is?


Friday, August 26, 2011

The Dumpster Is Here!

Hip-Hip Hooray!

It's about time, too. I mean. We're moving in like... 10 days. And we have all this crap that we're throwing out in bags. But right now the bags are just sitting around the house. It's time to throw them out!

Bye bye, bags!
Bye bye, house!

It's like it officially means we're moving. Yus.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Accio Pillow

I've got some kind of mental block against doing my summer work right now. Let me break it down for you:

  • Finish reading "A Brief History of Time" by Stephen Hawking
  • Read "Out of the Dust" by Karen Hesse
  • Keep a journal about reading the first
  • Write five diary entries from the character's point of view for the second book as well as Crank by Ellen Hopkins.
  • Answer questions about "Politics and the English Language", "Notes on Punctuation" and "Eats, Shoots and Leaves"
  • AP Calc packet
Not to mention the fact that we're moving (surprise, surprise) so we need to pack. Hurray. So far we've only packed the dining room and the kitchen up. I just wish that we didn't have so little time to pack... But whatever.

I'm exhausted. I think I just need to go to bed, but with all of this work to do and only about a week to do it, I don't think that I'll be asleep before midnight. Even though I really want to be asleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

This whole earthquake thing today was so stupid. Like, come on. I get that it was a big deal in Virginia, and places where there was some damage. But Danbury? OoOoO, your lawn chair fell over. Come on, Danbury. This is why no one likes us.

Goodnight. Happy Summer.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Jesus, Take the Wheel! ...Screw That, Just Do All of My Homework and Take My Finals?

Finals start tomorrow. I shouldn't be writing this, I should be getting to work, butttttttt, that's not happening. I need fifteen minutes. I just. I need composure, and the best way I can think of doing that is by writing, even if it's about why I'm stressed in the first place.

School was fine, seeing as it's like the day before finals in half of my classes. I'm just exhausted. Here's what I need to do for school by Friday:

  1. Project for Web Design
  2. American Studies Questions
  3. American Studies Questions (different set)
  4. American Studies prep for assignment due next week
  5. Madrigals Portfolio for Thursday
  6. Homeworks 3, 4, 5, 7 as well as an 8.5 by 11 piece of paper as a notecard for my final.
  7. Murder Mystery for Speech Arts as well as costumes, fedora and aviators
  8. Scene for Acting, as well as props etc.
  9. Song project for AP by Thursday
  10. Diagnose a Star project for AP by Thursday
Not to mention the fact that I have to be at work every day before 6:30. I just. I don't know how I'm going to be able to do everything that I need to do by Friday. I can't stay awake right now, and I have to do a majority of that stuff for tomorrow. For tomorrow I'm going to do
  • Both sets of American Studies questions
  • Math card
  • Murder Mystery for Speech Arts
  • Acting Final
I honestly don't think I can handle that much, but that's the absolute minimum that I can do. Absolute. I'm so screwed for this week, like seriously. This is the hardest week ever, stress wise. I'm about to go absolutely nuts. I'm on the verge of a breakdown, but it'll all be over after school is done.

I just wish that I'd started sooner with studying. Especially for math. Thanks for a great year Dr. Reese.

Keep Calm and Carry On

Friday, May 27, 2011

Document 1

This line is devoid of all things necessary or interesting.

That's what most of my documents currently look like. Now, to some people it's easy to come up with story topics. Did JRR Tolkien look at a tree branch and his wedding ring and think "Gee, I could write a story about a ring with evil powers and some Hobbits who have to bring it to a place called Mordor, and maybe I'll throw some giant trees called Ents in just for the hell of it." I suppose we'll never know.

Now, obviously I'm oversimplifying the amazingness that is Lord of the Rings, but then again, maybe I'm not. Let's go delve fairly deep into some books, shall we?

I loved this book for a really long time. The idea of giant dragons and evil villains called Shades and eleves and stuff is really cool. But isn't the idea of a simple boy who works on a farm quite cliche?

What I'm saying is it's too obvious. You know what's going to happen from the moment you open the book. You know that the poor misunderstood boy will find the poor little dragon, and Brom will die and Murtagh will be emo forever and there's nothing you can do about it.

I can't deal with the idea of writing something like that. That's why John Green is so amazing. I don't know how he does it. He just writes about things that are important to him, and at the same time, are so different that you can't help but applaud him for his work.

But I envy him so much. Not his passion, because I'm at my happiest when I'm reading or writing. That being said, I went to the contact page of his website, where upon I read the following statement: "In a related story that may make me seem like a complete asshat, I do not respond to emails."

Now, having every ounce of my writing spirit crushed, I quickly backspaced the carefully worded e-mail I'd been formulating. It went something like: "Dear John Green. I appreciate everything you do and everything you write, your stories are so inspirational, but I have to ask: how do you get over the hump of writer's block? Do you have any magical wizardly secrets to ease my aching brain and help me get the jump start I need to get my brain back into writers mode?"

But that sounds pushy. The actual e-mail contained more fluff and praise. However, having backspaced the entire thing, I can't show you.

So now I'm just sitting here, watching the cursor blink on my little Document 1, because I don't know what to write next. I don't know how to come up with an idea for a story. There are times when my brain is overflowing with ideas. There's a fantastic quote from a book I started reading but never got past the first page, mostly because I loved this quote, which says:

"It's a misery peculiar to would-be writers. Your theme is good, as are your sentences. Your characters are so ruddy with life they practically need birth certificates. The plot you've mapped out for them is grand, simple and gripping. You've done your research, gathering the facts; historical, social, climatic, culinary, that will give your story its feel of authenticity. The dialogue zips along, crackling with tension. The descriptions burst with colour, contrast and telling detail. Really, your story can only be great. But it all adds up to nothing. In spite of the obvious, shining promise of it, there comes a moment when you realize that the whisper that has been pestering you all along from the back of your mind is speaking the flat, awful truth: it won't work. An element is missing, that spark that brings to life a real story, regardless of whether the history or the food is right. Your story is emotionally dead, that's the crux of it. The discovery is something soul-destroying, I tell you. It leaves you with an aching hunger."
- Yann Martel in his Author's Note at the beginning of Life of Pi.

There is nothing you can do about it. I know the feeling so well. I think this is the reason I stopped reading this book, to be honest. I felt so low about myself and my writing after reading what he had been able to print, in a book, no less, and I just felt deflated. I haven't been able to write properly ever since. And this was months ago.

So Document 1 stays as is for the moment, cold, bare, with only the company of the cursor to keep it from feeling too alone. And I too sit here, alone, void of thoughts or dreams of future stories, just wishing that one would come my way, with enough spark that I could say "That's it." and keep writing it until it was finished. But that's a story for another writer. Not this one, I'm afraid.


Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Cake Is A Lie

Well, according to Portal. Have you ever played Portal? It's actually a really, really cool game. I highly recommend it. I'll go into the physics of it a bit, actually, because I find them very interesting.

The game itself is from the first-person POV, and you control using the standard (wasd to move, mouse for portals, e to pick up, r to reload). You're the protagonist, Chell, who wakes up from a very, very long sleep and finds that she is in the Aperature Science Enrichment Center, where she is going to be "tested". So you go through nineteen tests, where you use your handy Portal gun. Here's how the gun works.

This was the best explanation I could find in picture form, though the colors are slightly off. They're blue and orange, really. Anyway, you go in one Portal, you come out the other one. It doesn't matter which one you go in, because you'll always come out the other portal. There's also stuff about speed and motion not being lost while in the portal (IE: If you put one on the ceiling, and one on the floor under it and jump in, you'll keep falling and gaining speed.) as well as being able to fling yourself using this to get to high ledges (See 3A/3B above).

So, the actual science behind the game is fairly cool, but then there's this whole thing about how "When you finish the test, there will be cake." However, GLaDOS (which stands for Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System), who has guided Chell through all test chambers with the promise of cake and grief counseling has become increasingly sinister, to the point where she tries to burn Chell at 4000 degrees. Using her nifty Portal gun, Chell escapes and manages to destroy four personality cores, along the way having to kill her only friend, Companion Cube. Of course, she also find out that the cake is a lie.

And now the game has come out with a sequel! I'm not going to go into details about it (partially because I don't know many since it's not finished downloading on Steam), so you can see for yourself what the game is all about. There are countless playthroughs on YouTube, and if you'd like to be my friend and play the Co-Op mode with me on Steam, my username is siobhann23.

Have a nice day.

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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Believe Me, I'm Still Alive.

I bought Portal today and started playing it, getting to about Chamber 16 before I decided to take a break. Mind you, that only took two hours, which isn't that bad, considering how long most people spend online gaming. I honestly spend much, much less time. Trust me. Hooray.

What else happened today? Um... Made some AP Psychology cards, about to make some more. Had some ice cream. Went to the doctor with Mother. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. I'm just going to Psych it up, I guess. Then I'll go to sleep.

Oh, and Joe Strummer is AMAZING. Just saying. I like, fell asleep to his voice last night. And I probably will again today, only because it's so soothing.

I'll just keep on going until I run out of cake.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Pendent Keychains

God, almighty, why am I such a girl sometimes? I mean, obviously I know why I'm a girl phsyically, but like, I don't know. I'm usually not fond of all the emotional crap that goes along with being a girl. So I usually just ignore it. But tonight, ewwwww. Just stay away from me.

Whatever. I think I'm all emotional because it's Spring Break, so I'm like happyexcitedgratefultiredoverwhelmedexhaustedandjustoverallhappy.

So yeah. Have a happy rest of spring break, and I hope you had a fantastic April 19th, 2011 because it's the only one that you will ever have.


Wednesday, April 6, 2011


Oh, seems I haven't been on here in quite a while. It's a bit nerve wracking, isn't it? Trying to put all of your thoughts into perfect stanzas? I mean, I don't have followers on blogger, so it really doesn't matter what I say on here, but the fact that there are a few people who do follow me, if not on blogger, than off blogger in their own happy hearts and minds, give me a lot of restrictions, almost.

And I'm not really the kind of person who likes to deal with restrictions.

Spring break starts after next week, and I feel like this year is going by so, so, so super quickly. I'm a bit behind in school at the moment, but nothing that can't be fixed with a weekend entirely devoted to study. I really think that I need to focus on school, the play, and very little else at the moment. I mean, of course there's the ridiculous amounts of homework that I get every night, the fact that I'm in rehearsal until around seven, and then I get home.

So, right now, I'm sitting. On my bed. With my laptop. And I'm exhausted, but I still feel obligated to write down at least something. I feel quite guilty, and I know that I've had this blog for almost two whole years, but because of that I almost feel like you need to write something to prove it to myself, you know?

God, I'm on comma over-load right now... It's really quite awful. I think that all of my Grammar Nazi-ness goes to supernova when I'm overtired.

So this post had nothing to do with anything, and I feel like I've just wasted a solid fifteen minutes typing up nothing. But even nothing is something, right? I mean, isn't that how people should stay positive: by saying that even nothing is something? Of course, I don't think that works the same way for hobos... But no one is asking them at the moment, because this is the blog of a teenage girl with stupid teenage friends and a teenage life.


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Mailbox Patience

Have you ever patiently waited outside your mailbox for something? Maybe you've done this with your report card, or a college acceptance letter. But with a book? I have crazy obsessions with books, as we all know, and Across The Universe by Beth Revis is no exception. I'm so, so happy that it finally came.

Actually, I'm in a good mood in general. I mean, sure: I'm sick, and life is sucking at the moment, but I'm proud of myself because I'm staying on top of all of it. And to be honest, I'm learning stuff too. But it is late right now, and that's not a good thing, because four thirty comes very, very early. Hoorah.

Mailbox patience will always pay off.

Friday, January 21, 2011

That Crappy, Crappy Feeling

If you're a writer, you've felt this way. I know I feel this way about 75% of the time: when you want to write, but can't find the right words to say what you want to say without rambling on and sounding like an idiot, kind of like what I'm doing now? Yeah... that feeling. It's baffling how degraded I feel right now, and I don't even know why.

Honestly, there wasn't an event or anything that put me in a sorrow-full mood today. Actually, in retrospect to everything that went on the past week, today was pretty damn good.

So why was I so upset all day? Why do I not feel like sleeping? And why have I just been writing, and writing, and writing, but not saying anything? Why is it so frustrating to try and make a point, and lose track of what you're saying, then contradict yourself seven times and end up back where you started?


Maybe I just need to work on one of my novels. Get the creative juices flowing again, you know?

That could be what I need. Or maybe I just need to rant rant rant rant rant about everything that's happening, and why I'm sad and jealous and confused and stressed and I just want to write about these things. Is it possible to rant about why you want to rant? Either way, today sucked for no reason.

Sometimes you just have a really bad day.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Have You Ever Thrown A Fistful Of Glitter In The Air?

No? Neither have I, it's okay.

My ears just bled due to the loudness of the AOL man telling me that I have mail. Is it necessary to shout, mail man? Haha, that's funny... because it's e-mail... and he's a man.

Anyway, I'm in such an awkward mood today... It's almost like my fingers are just in the mood for typing. Too bad it's like, after ten on a Monday night. Haha, that sucks. Maybe there'll be no school tomorrow. That'd be fantastic! And, well, it'd be fun to stay in my pajamas all day again.

They're purple with white snowflakes. You're jealous. See that, I just read your mind.

But I had a huge project that's due tomorrow, and I FINISHED IT. I know, I know, be impressed. Seriously, thank you for the applause, but it's really unnecessary. And I got a new phone, finally! That's something too!

Now I can obsessively update twitter from my thumbs! Hooray! Oh, god. I'm turning into one of those people. You know the kind that just go


Haha, well, not literally. Usually they say something like "Zomg! Jersey Shore!"

Honestly, I don't get it. What's fantastic about Jersey Shore? It just baffles me...

But whatever...

Let's see if I can sleep in this weird mood.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Snow Day Number Two!

Well, technically the snow day is tomorrow, but it's already confirmed for where I go to school, and where my Mom works as a teacher, so... I can celebrate. Honestly, tomorrow is the day where I'm going to do all of my homework. All of it. I'm going to do all of the math work I need to finish, as well as write an essay for first period, write notes about car production during the 1920's, build a facebook page for characters in The Great Gatsby, write a response to an article from The New York Times, memorize a monologue and work on all of my lines for the play. I'm going to be a bit tired on Thursday, but... that's okay.

In addition to that, I've had rehearsal everyday this week so far, granted that's only two days, but... I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to go to bed early after I chill on the Wii Fit.


Friday, January 7, 2011

Happy Snow Day!

That's right! First snow day of 2011, and what a fine one it is. There's a solid inch at the moment, and I'm sitting at home and relaxing a little bit. Right now Jake and I are playing the Wii Fit, and it's quite amusing, to say the least.

He's not very good at it...

But neither am I...

Monday, January 3, 2011

I'm More Of An Atari

So, is it bad that I was all excited that we wouldn't have rehearsal tomorrow, because I'd be able to get all my homework done? I was counting on that. And now there's rehearsal tomorrow, and I won't be able to do anything.

I'm having one of those anxiety attacks that people joke about... They're definitely real.

Off to write an essay, I s'pose.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

We're Makin' Waffles

It's the second day of the new year. I'm just dropping in to say hello. Let's see how many days this year I can write on here. Last year it was 68 total. I hope I can do more than that... That's awful.

Here's to New Years Resolutions? I haven't made any yet...

New year, same problems.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Hello 2011!

Welcome to 2011!

I'm starting off this year by dwelling on the past. But it's not like I have a choice in the matter, quite honestly... I have to make a baby book for my AP Psychology class. I really don't like that class. Hopefully it'll get better. I think it's just the shock of how much work this class really is. Right now I'm procrastinating though... Way to start off 2011, Siobhan.

But honestly, people always say that a new year means a new start. No it doesn't. People are still going to remember all the stuff you did last week. Your reputation still exists.

I just don't understand...