So I am currently not at home, technically. I am in one of my other favorite places in the world: UTAH! A specially message to Mac: HAPPY SOME-YEAR-OLD BIRTHDAY!
Part 1: What Would Happen If...
What would happen if...
I were a published author?
Would ya'll still read this? Would more people read it? If I were a published author, would ya actually want to read this because most of it would be about the book (which by the way would be set in England because every country in the UK is awesome)? I am just very curious. I hope to get a small following, just because I think it'd be cool if I were to meet someone and they asked "So, you have a lot of friends?" I could say "Yeah, about a fifty-six. You?"
Part 2: NERD IS NOT AN INSULT!
I haven't exactly been called nerd before. But I think in a way it's implied when people call you "The Girl Who's Obsessed With Harry Potter."
But nerd is not an insult!
Calling someone "nerd" is like saying "you get way too excited over things like Harry Potter, and books, and things your passionate about." Not all nerds sit at home doing math problems or playing video games. In fact, John Green is a horrible mathematician. And, despite the fact that I'm good at it and don't really hate it, math is not my favorite subject. Currently it is my best subject because it's the only one I'm not graded for how I do, I'm graded one what I do. But I'm not obsessed with it.
What I'm obsessed with is reading, writing, singing, piano, and music. I could spend all day reading and listening to music. But just making fun of the things I love to do isn't an insult. Saying that I'm a nerd is the same as saying that I love knowledge too much. Which is not an insult and we all know it. Because everyone knows that knowledge is more important than being all jock-ish and stuff.
Part 3: Sickly
I can barely breathe w/o coughing... I can't cough w/o my already sore throat SEARING with PAIN... and My head is killing me but I don't want to take medication.... It'll give me a rebound headache...
Fun times!
What's even more fun is when you're sick on an airpla that's flying thro a thunders, which is making the airplane shake more violently th a shake wight. The turbulence was so bad, the fligh had to sit down for the last thirty minutes of the flight. All I could see out side was rain rushing past the window, illuminated by the light coming from insi the plane. Every 2-3 seconds, the light at the end of the wing would fla and light up some of the rain, making little bits and pieces look silver.
That was written so oddly because every time I coughed I didn't finish the word. I'll bold them now because I can barely see them...
There. Happy?
Sometime this next week I'll post a review of the first 9/10 of the movie Superman (I had to go to bed before it ended. I didn't actually fall asleep until, like, five there/six here...)
Forever and Always
Rex
It's time to shake it up name-wise and I can't decide!
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