Wednesday, August 6, 2008
*squeals of delight*
I just read through the transcript of a Q&A with Smeyer following the release. Check this out.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I had a dream that a hamburger tried to eat me!
Not really.
But I did have a dream that my youth group, Mrs. Youtsey and untold others got stuck in a campsite right out of Jurassic Park!
Ladies and gentlemen, for your entertainment- my nightmare.
It started with me and a large group of girls- some I knew, some I did not, but all from Texas if memory serves- inside a bus driving through a forested area. Random adults were present as well, such as my family, Mrs. Youtsey, and Jamie's mom.
Then the bus started going through these gates. (by now, there was only one straight road in this jungle-like forest.) At first it was the same driver going through the same gate, but then he got a cell phone call, and began to grow all uneasy. Then, when a gate opened, he would step out and another driver would come in. The old driver would be violently attacked by a dinosaur, and we would move along, leaving him or her presumably killed. I began to feel like this wasn't a youth camp, but some kind of isolated encampment.
Then we were in the camp, and it looked a lot like the lynden countryside in summer, except we had buildings for our dorms, an outdoor amphitheater made of wood, and a pool behind the stage. The stage, however, was large and wooden- highly resembling the one in the annex building of silver beach, right down to the cranberry curtains. Otherwise, this area was forested in a northwestern fashion, with the jungle surrounding on one side of the campus and a very rural wheat field on the other, beside the pool.
I was walking in the back of the amphitheater when I saw my Dad sitting on the back step, and my family appeared beside me. I think my mom asked what they were doing, and I said, matter-of-factly, "they're killing them." Onstage was Mrs. Youtsey, her arms spread to one side as though announcing an act. I remember looking at my Dad and wondering if it was hard for him to watch a woman he once had some kind of affection for die in such a way. But my mom was now confused, though not panicked in the way you would imagine. She wondered why they (the they was never exactly revealed) were murdering them. I remember having a strong sense of knowing that somehow these victims had "broken the rules". However, I do not recall what those rules were. Only a strange sense of heightened superiority in my knowledge that I had not been selected.
Suddenly I was in the dorm room, a room verging on cream colored white walls, with gray carpet and a layout like that I have drawn (see sketch).
Here, Jamie's mom was sitting in the desk chair, talking soberly to a highly placid Lois. She was saying at first how if this killer was simply commiting mass murder for the pleasure of it, we would be better served to wait in our escape, rather than leave and let the remainder of the camp group die at the hands of our nameless killer at an even faster rate.
Suddenly my mother was there. I pleaded her to get an airplane, such as the one with which they had been presumably visiting with, to rescue us by night or at some other inconspicuous time. But my mom said that Jamie's mom had a point, and seemed entirely reluctant to even consider this form of rescue, or any form, for that matter. Before long, my mother had disappeared, and I was now sitting on my cot facing the bathroom.
Jamie's mom then stated that Jamie and Mrs. Youtsey had died, seemingly in an ongoing conversation with Lois, that which I had not detected until that moment. (I was sitting on a cot facing the desk when this happened. Additionally, I began to wonder at this point if the woman's remarks were geared only toward a death wish for those of use who had not perished alongside Jamie.) I exclaimed "Mrs. Youtsey?", when Jamie's mom nodded and added "And the *name not remembered* family.
This really hit me hard. I have no recollection of the name of this family, but I somehow knew something about them, for I started repeating their name to myself and had a distinct image of the people in my head at the time. I curled up to the wall, pushing my head against it and sobbing to myself. Numerous ideas began to run through my head- ideas for escape as well as a strong desire to blog about it. For some reason, Pete Wentz and Perez Hilton came immediately to mind, and I was certain this was the right thing to do.
However, prior this Jamie's mom disappeared. Heather and Jessica had been brushing their teeth and chatting in the bathroom through the duration of the previous episode, and were now loudly singing the lyrics to "Sadie Hawkins Dance" to one another. I began to darkly tell them off, stating they would get us all killed; saying "shut up" or thinking about how I had no idea what the "rules" were, though I had a sinking feeling that Heather and Jessica were inadvertantly bringing us into a world of trouble.
A day passed, and began with me crouched over a laptop eerily similar to the very one I type this on. There was a blank screen with a URL bar, and I typed in some random blog server address, but it was the wrong one- as I realized when the home page popped up. I quickly slammed the screen down and went back out.
Then I was standing in the area between the pool and the wheat field, alongside one girl I didn't see clearly, another who I think was Lois, and another with black hair whom looked at me strangely with a small smile, and for whom I had a deep mistrust. . There was a wooden, western-style fence between us and the steep hill leading down to the field, and a very high, very warped chain-link fence between us and the pool. I noticed the fence curled around the pool (this was, by the way, one of those standup frame pools you see on tv, but like two combined, making an 8 shape) in such a way that it resembled a track. Jamie's mother stood on a lifeguard post-looking structure with a loudspeaker, and called forward Jessica and Heather. Suddenly, I noticed that there were two dinosaurs- one small and of a muddled color, the other brown and a little taller than me- like a well-proportioned, miniature T-rex. The two girls jumped the fence, ridiculously eager for the task ahead, and the black haired girl stood up on the fence as well, though stayed there to spectate. I followed suit almost simultaneously to her. A buzzer sounded, and the girls began running, chased by the dinosaurs at a blurringly fast pace. The crowd cheered, and every time the brown dinosaur came my way, I made a habit of swinging backward as to avoid being in the way or distracting it to my disadvantage. On the last lap, I suddenly noticed the dinosaur nearest me was now a boy, of a husky build with short, black hair; making some kind of informative gesture to Jamie's mom, thus ending the race. There were about three laps, when the girls slowed to a stop and a negative bell reminiscent of a game show sounded. Heather and Jessica's faces were clearly disappointed over their loss, but remained as such when Jamie's mom told them to stand on the sidelines- not with us, but inside the fence nonetheless.
I suddenly had an instinctual feeling that two more people were going to be put into today's festivities, possibly our entire group. The black-haired girl threw a malicious stare in my direction, as though saying "you first." I looked to the sky for some kind of rescue, but the air was completely clear- blue skies all the way through. I looked at the field and at Lois (for some reason, the entire dream I never actually thought about making a run for it on my own, but only what the "whole group" could accomplish.) and realized that it was our best route of escape. I doubted we would not be caught, but this was our only hope.
Then it ended.
All this from reading a manga book about a girl and her shape-shifting neighbors right before bedtime.
Ugh.
But I did have a dream that my youth group, Mrs. Youtsey and untold others got stuck in a campsite right out of Jurassic Park!
Ladies and gentlemen, for your entertainment- my nightmare.
It started with me and a large group of girls- some I knew, some I did not, but all from Texas if memory serves- inside a bus driving through a forested area. Random adults were present as well, such as my family, Mrs. Youtsey, and Jamie's mom.
Then the bus started going through these gates. (by now, there was only one straight road in this jungle-like forest.) At first it was the same driver going through the same gate, but then he got a cell phone call, and began to grow all uneasy. Then, when a gate opened, he would step out and another driver would come in. The old driver would be violently attacked by a dinosaur, and we would move along, leaving him or her presumably killed. I began to feel like this wasn't a youth camp, but some kind of isolated encampment.
Then we were in the camp, and it looked a lot like the lynden countryside in summer, except we had buildings for our dorms, an outdoor amphitheater made of wood, and a pool behind the stage. The stage, however, was large and wooden- highly resembling the one in the annex building of silver beach, right down to the cranberry curtains. Otherwise, this area was forested in a northwestern fashion, with the jungle surrounding on one side of the campus and a very rural wheat field on the other, beside the pool.
I was walking in the back of the amphitheater when I saw my Dad sitting on the back step, and my family appeared beside me. I think my mom asked what they were doing, and I said, matter-of-factly, "they're killing them." Onstage was Mrs. Youtsey, her arms spread to one side as though announcing an act. I remember looking at my Dad and wondering if it was hard for him to watch a woman he once had some kind of affection for die in such a way. But my mom was now confused, though not panicked in the way you would imagine. She wondered why they (the they was never exactly revealed) were murdering them. I remember having a strong sense of knowing that somehow these victims had "broken the rules". However, I do not recall what those rules were. Only a strange sense of heightened superiority in my knowledge that I had not been selected.
Suddenly I was in the dorm room, a room verging on cream colored white walls, with gray carpet and a layout like that I have drawn (see sketch).
Here, Jamie's mom was sitting in the desk chair, talking soberly to a highly placid Lois. She was saying at first how if this killer was simply commiting mass murder for the pleasure of it, we would be better served to wait in our escape, rather than leave and let the remainder of the camp group die at the hands of our nameless killer at an even faster rate.
Suddenly my mother was there. I pleaded her to get an airplane, such as the one with which they had been presumably visiting with, to rescue us by night or at some other inconspicuous time. But my mom said that Jamie's mom had a point, and seemed entirely reluctant to even consider this form of rescue, or any form, for that matter. Before long, my mother had disappeared, and I was now sitting on my cot facing the bathroom.
Jamie's mom then stated that Jamie and Mrs. Youtsey had died, seemingly in an ongoing conversation with Lois, that which I had not detected until that moment. (I was sitting on a cot facing the desk when this happened. Additionally, I began to wonder at this point if the woman's remarks were geared only toward a death wish for those of use who had not perished alongside Jamie.) I exclaimed "Mrs. Youtsey?", when Jamie's mom nodded and added "And the *name not remembered* family.
This really hit me hard. I have no recollection of the name of this family, but I somehow knew something about them, for I started repeating their name to myself and had a distinct image of the people in my head at the time. I curled up to the wall, pushing my head against it and sobbing to myself. Numerous ideas began to run through my head- ideas for escape as well as a strong desire to blog about it. For some reason, Pete Wentz and Perez Hilton came immediately to mind, and I was certain this was the right thing to do.
However, prior this Jamie's mom disappeared. Heather and Jessica had been brushing their teeth and chatting in the bathroom through the duration of the previous episode, and were now loudly singing the lyrics to "Sadie Hawkins Dance" to one another. I began to darkly tell them off, stating they would get us all killed; saying "shut up" or thinking about how I had no idea what the "rules" were, though I had a sinking feeling that Heather and Jessica were inadvertantly bringing us into a world of trouble.
A day passed, and began with me crouched over a laptop eerily similar to the very one I type this on. There was a blank screen with a URL bar, and I typed in some random blog server address, but it was the wrong one- as I realized when the home page popped up. I quickly slammed the screen down and went back out.
Then I was standing in the area between the pool and the wheat field, alongside one girl I didn't see clearly, another who I think was Lois, and another with black hair whom looked at me strangely with a small smile, and for whom I had a deep mistrust. . There was a wooden, western-style fence between us and the steep hill leading down to the field, and a very high, very warped chain-link fence between us and the pool. I noticed the fence curled around the pool (this was, by the way, one of those standup frame pools you see on tv, but like two combined, making an 8 shape) in such a way that it resembled a track. Jamie's mother stood on a lifeguard post-looking structure with a loudspeaker, and called forward Jessica and Heather. Suddenly, I noticed that there were two dinosaurs- one small and of a muddled color, the other brown and a little taller than me- like a well-proportioned, miniature T-rex. The two girls jumped the fence, ridiculously eager for the task ahead, and the black haired girl stood up on the fence as well, though stayed there to spectate. I followed suit almost simultaneously to her. A buzzer sounded, and the girls began running, chased by the dinosaurs at a blurringly fast pace. The crowd cheered, and every time the brown dinosaur came my way, I made a habit of swinging backward as to avoid being in the way or distracting it to my disadvantage. On the last lap, I suddenly noticed the dinosaur nearest me was now a boy, of a husky build with short, black hair; making some kind of informative gesture to Jamie's mom, thus ending the race. There were about three laps, when the girls slowed to a stop and a negative bell reminiscent of a game show sounded. Heather and Jessica's faces were clearly disappointed over their loss, but remained as such when Jamie's mom told them to stand on the sidelines- not with us, but inside the fence nonetheless.
I suddenly had an instinctual feeling that two more people were going to be put into today's festivities, possibly our entire group. The black-haired girl threw a malicious stare in my direction, as though saying "you first." I looked to the sky for some kind of rescue, but the air was completely clear- blue skies all the way through. I looked at the field and at Lois (for some reason, the entire dream I never actually thought about making a run for it on my own, but only what the "whole group" could accomplish.) and realized that it was our best route of escape. I doubted we would not be caught, but this was our only hope.
Then it ended.
All this from reading a manga book about a girl and her shape-shifting neighbors right before bedtime.
Ugh.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Heheheh....
I recently had the pleasure, via Twilight Lexicon, to read a couple reviews that have been released regarding Breaking Dawn. (which, by the way, pwned all others) However, one review in particular held great intrigue for me.
"It might seem redundant to dismiss the fourth and final Twilight novel as escapist fantasy—but how else could anyone look at a romance about an ordinary, even clumsy teenager torn between a vampire and a werewolf, both of whom are willing to sacrifice their happiness for hers? Flaws and all, however, Meyer’s first three novels touched on something powerful in their weird refraction of our culture’s paradoxical messages about sex and sexuality. The conclusion is much thinner, despite its interminable length. Everygirl Bella achieves her wishes quickly (marriage and sex, in that order, are two, and becoming an immortal is another), and once she becomes a vampire it’s almost impossible to identify with her. But that’s not the main problem. Essentially, everyone gets everything they want, even if their desires necessitate an about-face in characterization or the messy introduction of some back story. Nobody has to renounce anything or suffer more than temporarily—in other words, grandeur is out. This isn’t about happy endings; it’s about gratification. A sign of the times? Ages 12–up. (Aug.)"
And so, I responded in kind. This is on Publishersweekly.com right now.
"Are you really so desperate for publicity that you would just throw out such a plain, aimless review as the one I just had the displeasure to read? The crowning achievement of the series has been, in the tradition of authors such as David Eddings and Terry Brooks, breathing life into what most would consider sheer fantasies or monstrosities. The masterful way in which Meyer develops her fantasy world within our own is to be admired. But, as I said earlier, your motivations are anything but difficult to decipher. Short, so negative one would doubt the reviewer had ever touched a page in the first place, and lacking any depth whatsoever as to the multiple elements of storytelling and plot involved. Perhaps this is what you would have us think of "Breaking Dawn"? If so, you are doing a spectacular job of it. Please, return to your position when you can represent even a mediocre novel with some level of insight. "
And, following my given info, I am the "Director of Operations and Training, Sentax Pharmaceuticals".
XD
I put the haters in their place. This is why I am amazing.
"It might seem redundant to dismiss the fourth and final Twilight novel as escapist fantasy—but how else could anyone look at a romance about an ordinary, even clumsy teenager torn between a vampire and a werewolf, both of whom are willing to sacrifice their happiness for hers? Flaws and all, however, Meyer’s first three novels touched on something powerful in their weird refraction of our culture’s paradoxical messages about sex and sexuality. The conclusion is much thinner, despite its interminable length. Everygirl Bella achieves her wishes quickly (marriage and sex, in that order, are two, and becoming an immortal is another), and once she becomes a vampire it’s almost impossible to identify with her. But that’s not the main problem. Essentially, everyone gets everything they want, even if their desires necessitate an about-face in characterization or the messy introduction of some back story. Nobody has to renounce anything or suffer more than temporarily—in other words, grandeur is out. This isn’t about happy endings; it’s about gratification. A sign of the times? Ages 12–up. (Aug.)"
And so, I responded in kind. This is on Publishersweekly.com right now.
"Are you really so desperate for publicity that you would just throw out such a plain, aimless review as the one I just had the displeasure to read? The crowning achievement of the series has been, in the tradition of authors such as David Eddings and Terry Brooks, breathing life into what most would consider sheer fantasies or monstrosities. The masterful way in which Meyer develops her fantasy world within our own is to be admired. But, as I said earlier, your motivations are anything but difficult to decipher. Short, so negative one would doubt the reviewer had ever touched a page in the first place, and lacking any depth whatsoever as to the multiple elements of storytelling and plot involved. Perhaps this is what you would have us think of "Breaking Dawn"? If so, you are doing a spectacular job of it. Please, return to your position when you can represent even a mediocre novel with some level of insight. "
And, following my given info, I am the "Director of Operations and Training, Sentax Pharmaceuticals".
XD
I put the haters in their place. This is why I am amazing.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Is it serious? I don't know what to think- is it all a lie?
Little inside, I know.
But I'm blogging for a reason today, people. Because the fandom has been shaken, not stirred, thrown on it's side, and left to contemplate our disaster forthcoming. That is, if its all true.
If you have not heard the spoiler that started a series of violent hours on IMDB a day ago (and continuing to this very moment), watch my youtube video. This thing has not only gotten me 97 comments, 27 ratings, 21 favorites and (as of today) exactly 2828 hits- but I'm becoming an actualy force on youtube to this day.
I'm the 75th most discussed video in entertainment as of right now. This might not seem like a lot, but imagine the immense size of youtube- thousands of videos uploaded every second- and think about that title. Number 75.
It scares me, frequently.
Moreso, my other video- real pages of breaking dawn, showing (you guessed it) real pages of Breaking dawn, has scored 350 hits since last night, and only bound to grow in popularity.
Linksies:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWzHUgQRX7o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly_n58jD3wo&feature=related
My secret name. TheAgentofChaos. I quote the great achievement to film that is The Dark Knight:
"Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey? It's fair."
- The Joker
Wise words for a deluded maniac! So anyway, now people are arguing feverishly about whether or not this is all just a big hoax by Stephenie. Any fan who has stuck around this long knows this wouldn't be beyond her- she can do some pretty twisted stuff when she wants to. And, if that weren't enough, her song on myspace (changed LAST NIGHT) was "The Kids Don't Stand a Chance" by Vampire Weekend. Lyrics search if you aren't familiar with the band, but that and the aptly placed Carlisle quote started to make us think we really are getting punk'd.
Either way- I'm getting all the more famous for it- let em squabble it out.
But seriously- let me make an ultimatum here. Renesme? Ireland? NESSIE? HOW COULD THIS BE REAL???
If it is, I swear to this blog- the inevitable book burnings to follow will not bother me in the slightest. *shudder*
But I'm blogging for a reason today, people. Because the fandom has been shaken, not stirred, thrown on it's side, and left to contemplate our disaster forthcoming. That is, if its all true.
If you have not heard the spoiler that started a series of violent hours on IMDB a day ago (and continuing to this very moment), watch my youtube video. This thing has not only gotten me 97 comments, 27 ratings, 21 favorites and (as of today) exactly 2828 hits- but I'm becoming an actualy force on youtube to this day.
I'm the 75th most discussed video in entertainment as of right now. This might not seem like a lot, but imagine the immense size of youtube- thousands of videos uploaded every second- and think about that title. Number 75.
It scares me, frequently.
Moreso, my other video- real pages of breaking dawn, showing (you guessed it) real pages of Breaking dawn, has scored 350 hits since last night, and only bound to grow in popularity.
Linksies:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWzHUgQRX7o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly_n58jD3wo&feature=related
My secret name. TheAgentofChaos. I quote the great achievement to film that is The Dark Knight:
"Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey? It's fair."
- The Joker
Wise words for a deluded maniac! So anyway, now people are arguing feverishly about whether or not this is all just a big hoax by Stephenie. Any fan who has stuck around this long knows this wouldn't be beyond her- she can do some pretty twisted stuff when she wants to. And, if that weren't enough, her song on myspace (changed LAST NIGHT) was "The Kids Don't Stand a Chance" by Vampire Weekend. Lyrics search if you aren't familiar with the band, but that and the aptly placed Carlisle quote started to make us think we really are getting punk'd.
Either way- I'm getting all the more famous for it- let em squabble it out.
But seriously- let me make an ultimatum here. Renesme? Ireland? NESSIE? HOW COULD THIS BE REAL???
If it is, I swear to this blog- the inevitable book burnings to follow will not bother me in the slightest. *shudder*
Monday, July 28, 2008
READ RIGHT NOW I KID YOU NOT!
This was found on the IMDB boards, supposedly after someone bought the book from an El Paso Airport store.
.........
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!
EPILOGUE ENTITLED "HAPPILY EVER AFTER," PAGE 742
THE VOLTURI COME AND ARE FOUGHT BY THE CULLENS, THE WOLVES, AN AMAZONIAN TRIBE AND AN IRISH CLAN
JACOB IS ALIVE
TANYA LOSES A SISTER IN THE BATTLE
BELLA GIVES BIRTH TO A CHILD BEFORE BECOMING A VAMPIRE
HER SPECIAL POWER THAT SAVES ALL THE CULLENS FROM THE BATTLE IS A "LOVE SHIELD" (LILY POTTER ANYONE?)
THERE IS NO MENTION OF ROSALIE ANYWHERE IN THE EPILOGUE.
BELLA AND EDWARD'S CHILD IS NAMED "NESSIE." YES, LIKE THE LOCH
SIGNIFICANCE OF HER NAME? "NESSIE" MEANS "CHASTE." IT IS ALSO THE NICKNAME FORM OF "AGYNESS," WHICH MEANS "LAMB."
JACOB IMPRINTS ON NESSIE.
CHARLIE AND SUE
BELLA AND EDWARD ARE MARRIED UNDER A "HAVEN OF FLOWERS," ARE DOOMED TO LIVE IN A COTTAGE IN THE WOODS BY THE CULLENS' HOUSE.
LAST SENTENCE: "AND WE HAVE FOREVER."
Alright.....some of this stuff is totally off, I know. But lets be certain. Checking Nessie.....
.........
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Terror Strikes
As I promised, my sworn job to bring you all the latest in Twilight- both in and out of the law- is my priority in this most desperate hour. Breaking Dawn is just days away. And the possible spoilers have popped up with that incoming time.
First, there was the Iowa incident. A walmart is confirmed to have sold copies of BD today. One comment I read-
" Wait- where? Never in my life have I been so excited to live in Iowa!"
But then came this, most terrifying notion. Its been on yahoo answers and wiki answers so far, all referencing this one spoiler.
"bella changes 45 pages into the start of the next book. she changes because another family threatens the cullen family. it does not go as planned, but i don't want to spoil everything for you. jacob dies before she changes, though, and he makes sure that the tribe will not seek revenge for her being bitten. hope i didn't give too much away. oh, also the person who "changes" her dies also because ****** kills them. oops, i shouldn't have said that much."
While its accuracy (and, in all honesty, intelligent merit) is questionable, this has made the rounds on the forums, and honestly- this is how spoilers come out. But I will continue to search for verification. In the meantime, I remain humbly yours...
MRADRZ4EVR
First, there was the Iowa incident. A walmart is confirmed to have sold copies of BD today. One comment I read-
" Wait- where? Never in my life have I been so excited to live in Iowa!"
But then came this, most terrifying notion. Its been on yahoo answers and wiki answers so far, all referencing this one spoiler.
"bella changes 45 pages into the start of the next book. she changes because another family threatens the cullen family. it does not go as planned, but i don't want to spoil everything for you. jacob dies before she changes, though, and he makes sure that the tribe will not seek revenge for her being bitten. hope i didn't give too much away. oh, also the person who "changes" her dies also because ****** kills them. oops, i shouldn't have said that much."
While its accuracy (and, in all honesty, intelligent merit) is questionable, this has made the rounds on the forums, and honestly- this is how spoilers come out. But I will continue to search for verification. In the meantime, I remain humbly yours...
MRADRZ4EVR
Monday, July 21, 2008
The Twit-lite Flashlight, "A Father's Perspective"
It's a story as old as time. Girl meets vampire; Girl falls in love with vampire; Vampire gives girl the cold shoulder, (what other kind of shoulder could he give her?), Girl develops a hole in her heart that she seeks to fill with reckless living and werewolves. Is this a tired out story line or what? My issues with Twit-lite:
Brooke's DAD
- Edward is a pedophile - Lets face the facts; we are talking about a 100 year old man having the hots for a 17 year old girl. Everything else aside, this makes this a truly horrific story in and of itself
- Belle has abandonment issues - Have you ever seen a kid with less involved parents than Belle? She decides to live with her Dad, (most likely to make up for 16 years of child support that he is in arrears for), and starts a life with the least amount of parental involvement that I can possibly imagine. Is Charlie also the father of Encyclopedia Brown? What else can explain how little he sees going on in his daughter's life? I think that he had better get a clue. His daughter is always black and blue, and seeks a father figure in her life, as she is never able to garner the attention of Chief Chuck. Dr. Phil could do a whole week's worth of shows starring Belle; Vampires and the girls who love them.
- Jacob is the nice guy finishing last - Flaky Jake is tall, dark and handsome. He is good to Belle and would do anything for her. This means that he will never win her heart. Jake is too young to understand that dumbBelle likes the bad boy, and there is nothing that he can do to change that. He will probably end up giving his life for her. She will act like she is sad, but she will be so happy that Ednerd is with her that she will forget Jake's name before his body is cold.
Brooke's DAD
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Saga Continues...
As the influence of Twilight continues to seep through my household (even Mitch wants to read it now), I can't help but reflect on the disturbing nature of hearing the very thoughts I've been pondering on for so many months.
I mean, call me crazy- but I'm big on the internal dialogues. Consider the fact that I had no confidantes when I first plowed through these books- my cellphone was still something of a foreign tool to me, and Twilight Mania had yet to overtake the lone star state, leaving me in a hotel room with the novel I had heard so much about, yet knew so little of.
Things have changed dramatically.
Theories, more than anything, are a whole other discussion when your parents are involved. Weighing life experience versus a sense of "I know this book right side up, backwards, underwater and in another language", one can only come to the conclusion that, until the day we can hold Breaking Dawn in our hands, the future remains uncertain.
However, this does not stop us from theorizing. What else is being a literary fangirl about? (or, I suppose, fanboy)
My theory for Breaking Dawn stands as thus:
---SPOILER ALERT!!!--- ---SPOILER ALERT!!!---
The wedding will take place; however, on the honeymoon, the volturi and/or Denali clan be a-comin. Bella will not be changed by Edward, but by a vampire outside the Cullen family- possibly Tanya, Irina, a Volturi associate, or some vampire we haven't met yet. Bella's power will be that her venom- given her overall anti-vampiristic tendencies- reverses the usual effect, turning a vampire back to human form. This WILL end up with her using her ability against the volturi, possibly turning Rosalie back to human form (or at least giving her the opportunity to consider her existence as a vampire), and may create some conflict with Edward. Charlie will most likely find out about the vampires and werewolves, or he will be killed. Also, Jacob will return- and I have a very confusing but highly valid theory involving what happens when a vampire bites a werewolf. Mail me for details.
---SPOILERS END HERE---
Now, my father's current theory understandably shifts wih each passing hour, while my mom has none to speak of, although I will be posting it soon enough. Otherwise- this is a reference post for my own convenience! If you wanna talk twilight theorem- once again, mail me- I'll be happy to discuss on IM or yahoo mail. For now- adios and excelsior!
I mean, call me crazy- but I'm big on the internal dialogues. Consider the fact that I had no confidantes when I first plowed through these books- my cellphone was still something of a foreign tool to me, and Twilight Mania had yet to overtake the lone star state, leaving me in a hotel room with the novel I had heard so much about, yet knew so little of.
Things have changed dramatically.
Theories, more than anything, are a whole other discussion when your parents are involved. Weighing life experience versus a sense of "I know this book right side up, backwards, underwater and in another language", one can only come to the conclusion that, until the day we can hold Breaking Dawn in our hands, the future remains uncertain.
However, this does not stop us from theorizing. What else is being a literary fangirl about? (or, I suppose, fanboy)
My theory for Breaking Dawn stands as thus:
---SPOILER ALERT!!!--- ---SPOILER ALERT!!!---
The wedding will take place; however, on the honeymoon, the volturi and/or Denali clan be a-comin. Bella will not be changed by Edward, but by a vampire outside the Cullen family- possibly Tanya, Irina, a Volturi associate, or some vampire we haven't met yet. Bella's power will be that her venom- given her overall anti-vampiristic tendencies- reverses the usual effect, turning a vampire back to human form. This WILL end up with her using her ability against the volturi, possibly turning Rosalie back to human form (or at least giving her the opportunity to consider her existence as a vampire), and may create some conflict with Edward. Charlie will most likely find out about the vampires and werewolves, or he will be killed. Also, Jacob will return- and I have a very confusing but highly valid theory involving what happens when a vampire bites a werewolf. Mail me for details.
---SPOILERS END HERE---
Now, my father's current theory understandably shifts wih each passing hour, while my mom has none to speak of, although I will be posting it soon enough. Otherwise- this is a reference post for my own convenience! If you wanna talk twilight theorem- once again, mail me- I'll be happy to discuss on IM or yahoo mail. For now- adios and excelsior!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Fear is Realized.
You may think that, given the state of the economy and a dozen other uncertainties that youth today seems simply unable to ignore, a teen such as myself might have some inkling of her greatest fear. And, to be clear, I do: getting stuck under clear ice with a shark and Neil Diamond blasting- now that scares me. Random. I am aware. But one fear has lingered in my mind now, for nearly a year. Not the kind that the media projects in every medium imaginable. Nor the type that strikes you when eating an orange mocha frappucino. No, my friends, this is the kind of fear that wakes you up at night, screaming from dreams of angry amish people and highly erratic celebrities. This is real. This is...
Yes. My Dad is reading Twilight.
Looking back, I really should have seen it coming. While the movement of Twilight guys has been in motion for only several months now, this one has been barreling toward me since the day I picked up that cursed book. See, in our family, inside jokes are as numerous as the hair my pathetically endearing bulldog scatters about the house. Anyone who cannot decipher the word "Tuna!!??" in such a context as we use it would find themselves very out of place in the Nowakowski home. So developed the quandry of Twilight. See, when you've been through hundreds of pages of the most idiotic heroine since volume one Sue Storm (and the other, far more interesting characters she associates with), you start finding certain things inexplicably funny. The name Edward. Switzerland. Silver volvos. You get the idea.
So a while back, he started to read it. That ended with the back cover. Which, consequently, had been the reason I didn't read it the first time around either. But if you read the newspaper, watch tv, or simply have an irritating acquantice with my level of interest in the series, you've probably noticed- Twilight has hit the radar, hard. It knocked Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows off the New York Times Bestseller's list. The first movie comes out in December. And honestly, its understandable that- even at risk of the romance this novel appears to be dripping with on every page- something's gotta give. You just can't be out of the loop forever. And who really wants to walk into the theater with all the suckers just catching a teenybopper flick? So my Dad is reading it. Now, the community of Twilight Guys online appears to be made up of two groups- boyfriends of Twilighters, and extreme exceptions who you would never expect to have any motivation to pick up a book about a girl and her supernatural BF and BFF. Never. A. Dad. So this could be a first, or at least, the first I've heard of.
But for a Dad, I must admit, I am impressed. Twilight falls into several categories that can really go either way; rarely settling in a middle ground. Romance.....sucks. Who needs it? Vampires.....well, after reading Interview with the Vampire, I can see that Twilight will never reach that mark. Yet, even as I feverishly proclaim my hate infinite for Edward (ultimate abusive boyfriend), Esme (why the heck is she even there?) and most of all, Bella (need i say anything?), something keeps us coming back to know what happens next. And until the day a nuclear bomb hits Forks and spares us all the misery of Izzy's pathetic narration, we are at the mercy of the sequels to come.
What do I mean by all this?
Well, hey- even Lois didn't beat him to this one. My DAD. Reading TWILIGHT. Before my teenage schoolmate.
And to my readers, a thousand rogue vampires and an ill-working pickup truck plague you, and may the good Lord save you!
-mradrz4evr-
Yes. My Dad is reading Twilight.
Looking back, I really should have seen it coming. While the movement of Twilight guys has been in motion for only several months now, this one has been barreling toward me since the day I picked up that cursed book. See, in our family, inside jokes are as numerous as the hair my pathetically endearing bulldog scatters about the house. Anyone who cannot decipher the word "Tuna!!??" in such a context as we use it would find themselves very out of place in the Nowakowski home. So developed the quandry of Twilight. See, when you've been through hundreds of pages of the most idiotic heroine since volume one Sue Storm (and the other, far more interesting characters she associates with), you start finding certain things inexplicably funny. The name Edward. Switzerland. Silver volvos. You get the idea.
So a while back, he started to read it. That ended with the back cover. Which, consequently, had been the reason I didn't read it the first time around either. But if you read the newspaper, watch tv, or simply have an irritating acquantice with my level of interest in the series, you've probably noticed- Twilight has hit the radar, hard. It knocked Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows off the New York Times Bestseller's list. The first movie comes out in December. And honestly, its understandable that- even at risk of the romance this novel appears to be dripping with on every page- something's gotta give. You just can't be out of the loop forever. And who really wants to walk into the theater with all the suckers just catching a teenybopper flick? So my Dad is reading it. Now, the community of Twilight Guys online appears to be made up of two groups- boyfriends of Twilighters, and extreme exceptions who you would never expect to have any motivation to pick up a book about a girl and her supernatural BF and BFF. Never. A. Dad. So this could be a first, or at least, the first I've heard of.
But for a Dad, I must admit, I am impressed. Twilight falls into several categories that can really go either way; rarely settling in a middle ground. Romance.....sucks. Who needs it? Vampires.....well, after reading Interview with the Vampire, I can see that Twilight will never reach that mark. Yet, even as I feverishly proclaim my hate infinite for Edward (ultimate abusive boyfriend), Esme (why the heck is she even there?) and most of all, Bella (need i say anything?), something keeps us coming back to know what happens next. And until the day a nuclear bomb hits Forks and spares us all the misery of Izzy's pathetic narration, we are at the mercy of the sequels to come.
What do I mean by all this?
Well, hey- even Lois didn't beat him to this one. My DAD. Reading TWILIGHT. Before my teenage schoolmate.
And to my readers, a thousand rogue vampires and an ill-working pickup truck plague you, and may the good Lord save you!
-mradrz4evr-
Sunday, July 13, 2008
I Do Dare!
Don't ask.
But here it is: the blog post we've all been so desperately waiting for! I know its been forever, but regardless, I have a fairly decent excuse. Yes, it is a good excuse- having the unabashed menace of Ben and Kaitlyn flying about for two weeks can leave a person incapacitated at best- at least, enough so that updating a blog becomes a distant dream, and all you can hope for is sunny weather, or maybe that the chicken burger supply might not dwindle precariously low. (Thank heaven, it did not.)
What was I doing that kept me so busy? To make matters simple and clean (more for myself than anyone else) I will present my answer in list format.
THE ANSWER.
1. I was desperately trying to catch a few z's. You see, if you ask any teenager (or 12 year old boy, as we learned on the legendary "prank night"), night is the prime time to do pretty much anything. Painting your nails? Do it.....at night. Watching a terrifying movie? Wait for.....darkness. And, in our case, talking about who exactly manufactures those delicious little sour patch candies? ONLY IN THE LIGHT OF THE WANING MOON! You see, this whole manuever makes us feel far more sophisticated than we are, for in any adolescent fantasy, night is the time when parents drop their universal remotes and sweater-vests to go party at some unnamed nightclub among the elite, then (depending on who you ask) engage in high speed car chases after criminal drug lords, or vice versa (a la Grand Theft Auto).
2. I do believe in swimming. *somewhere, a fairy dies* Now, most believe I simply loathe such recreation, but that would not be the case. More than anything, I need a reason. I can't just jump into a pool for naught! No, I need motivation. In this case, a Washingtonian who looked ready to fall over, and did, on the stairs, leading me to believe that acclimation is in fact a real phenomenon that I may have experienced at some point in the ten months I've lived here. Go figure.
3. And last of all, I was doing stuff. Lots and lots and LOTS of stuff. Theme parks, historical parks, and the entirely indescribable spectacle that is a teen-girl-plagued rock concert- this is what I was doing for two weeks straight.
And then, I just needed to start living again.
Its not such a crazy request. I'm entitled to it! Constitutionally bound to my right for a happy existence. At least, until the big 1-8 hits. But for now, I can get away with sleeping in til 10, assured in the knowledge that I need not worry about the bear-infested world outside my front door. Sweet ignorance.
But not for long, according to the NEISD School District, 2701 Tesoro Drive, Suite 8. I know, because this party in question seems to send my mother emails on a weekly basis, all reminding us of the one inevitable door at the end of the smore-littered-hallway that is summer.
High school is a-comin.
And oh man, is it a high school. The largest I have ever seen. Its a wonder I don't wake up screaming at night, thinking about the commute from theater to biology. But hey, one great thing about having a whole new school to yourself- no one can say they've been there. Even the seniors will step foot in the hallways of Johnson the same day as us lowly freshman, one as equally unknowing as the other. On level ground, you might say (though, standing next to any freshman guy I know, I'm guessing they'll blatantly swear that they're on the downhill side.)
And while I wouldn't say I'm terrifically excited for the experience of high school, I will say this much: I did sixth through eighth. It doesn't get any worse than that. And knowing how far I've come in this year alone, my fears are few. New legions of texan schoolchildren are no unfamiliar sight. I can safely say I have seen loony teachers at their very least level of mental function. But more than anything, I have no doubt that the challenges I may face will be nothing more than that- challenges. The building blocks with which experience is made. And as a wise fellow once said...
Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.
Aldous Huxley
So true.
But here it is: the blog post we've all been so desperately waiting for! I know its been forever, but regardless, I have a fairly decent excuse. Yes, it is a good excuse- having the unabashed menace of Ben and Kaitlyn flying about for two weeks can leave a person incapacitated at best- at least, enough so that updating a blog becomes a distant dream, and all you can hope for is sunny weather, or maybe that the chicken burger supply might not dwindle precariously low. (Thank heaven, it did not.)
What was I doing that kept me so busy? To make matters simple and clean (more for myself than anyone else) I will present my answer in list format.
THE ANSWER.
1. I was desperately trying to catch a few z's. You see, if you ask any teenager (or 12 year old boy, as we learned on the legendary "prank night"), night is the prime time to do pretty much anything. Painting your nails? Do it.....at night. Watching a terrifying movie? Wait for.....darkness. And, in our case, talking about who exactly manufactures those delicious little sour patch candies? ONLY IN THE LIGHT OF THE WANING MOON! You see, this whole manuever makes us feel far more sophisticated than we are, for in any adolescent fantasy, night is the time when parents drop their universal remotes and sweater-vests to go party at some unnamed nightclub among the elite, then (depending on who you ask) engage in high speed car chases after criminal drug lords, or vice versa (a la Grand Theft Auto).
2. I do believe in swimming. *somewhere, a fairy dies* Now, most believe I simply loathe such recreation, but that would not be the case. More than anything, I need a reason. I can't just jump into a pool for naught! No, I need motivation. In this case, a Washingtonian who looked ready to fall over, and did, on the stairs, leading me to believe that acclimation is in fact a real phenomenon that I may have experienced at some point in the ten months I've lived here. Go figure.
3. And last of all, I was doing stuff. Lots and lots and LOTS of stuff. Theme parks, historical parks, and the entirely indescribable spectacle that is a teen-girl-plagued rock concert- this is what I was doing for two weeks straight.
And then, I just needed to start living again.
Its not such a crazy request. I'm entitled to it! Constitutionally bound to my right for a happy existence. At least, until the big 1-8 hits. But for now, I can get away with sleeping in til 10, assured in the knowledge that I need not worry about the bear-infested world outside my front door. Sweet ignorance.
But not for long, according to the NEISD School District, 2701 Tesoro Drive, Suite 8. I know, because this party in question seems to send my mother emails on a weekly basis, all reminding us of the one inevitable door at the end of the smore-littered-hallway that is summer.
High school is a-comin.
And oh man, is it a high school. The largest I have ever seen. Its a wonder I don't wake up screaming at night, thinking about the commute from theater to biology. But hey, one great thing about having a whole new school to yourself- no one can say they've been there. Even the seniors will step foot in the hallways of Johnson the same day as us lowly freshman, one as equally unknowing as the other. On level ground, you might say (though, standing next to any freshman guy I know, I'm guessing they'll blatantly swear that they're on the downhill side.)
And while I wouldn't say I'm terrifically excited for the experience of high school, I will say this much: I did sixth through eighth. It doesn't get any worse than that. And knowing how far I've come in this year alone, my fears are few. New legions of texan schoolchildren are no unfamiliar sight. I can safely say I have seen loony teachers at their very least level of mental function. But more than anything, I have no doubt that the challenges I may face will be nothing more than that- challenges. The building blocks with which experience is made. And as a wise fellow once said...
Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.
Aldous Huxley
So true.
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