Monday, June 28, 2010
Jess is lazily enjoying summer
OMG MIKE LOMBARDO COMMENTED ON MY VIDEO.
They* say that you never forget the first comment. AND MINE IS FROM FREAKING MIKE LOMBARDO!
*end fangirling*
-Jess
*I'm not sure if anyone has ever said this, but for the purposes of this post, let's say that people say it all the time.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Summer Goals: Part 2 of 2 - POLAR BEARS
Summer laziness has started to set in. It’s less than a week in, but I’m already settling into the period of blah that was Summer of ’09.* I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about in this post, so I just sort of let myself write those past two sentences. And then my idea for my goals for this summer came back. I admit, some of them are fairly short term. But before I give you the list, I am going to tell you about my day.
I slept for about 12 hours, waking up at 11. I didn’t really want to get up, but I knew that I had to if I wanted to get anything done today. I had planned to clean my room, for two reasons: (1) I was going to invite my best friend over tomorrow and (2) It really is a mess.
I’m sure that this is true for other people besides myself, but I simply cannot clean my room if I don’t have the motivation to. Sometimes, I am really weird about my motivation. For example, sometimes I feel like a house elf and want to clean everything.** Other times, I just get this feeling that I want to clean. It’s hard to explain.
But whenever I tell myself that I am going to clean on a certain day, I never get it done, because the motivational pandas*** run away.
I have a feeling that once I call my best friend, Neva, I may get the motivation. Of course, that probably will not work, because it’s not like Neva will care if my room is clean. Seriously. Her room is almost always a mess when I come over, probably 96% percent of the time. If it is not, we will make it that way before I leave.
So, my list. Right. Like I said, many of these are short term and will be finished within a few hours, but oh well.
My goals for Summer of 2010:
1. Call Neva and invite her over. This should have been done days ago, but whatever.
2. Clean my room.
3. Find the usb thingy that I need to use my wireless keyboard. This can only be accomplished once step 2 has been completed, because it is most definitely somewhere, hiding, in my room.
4. Finish reading The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide.
5. Completely plot out my NaNoWriMo novel, Revelation: I’d Rather Be Six Feet Under.
6. Vlog frequently.
7. Get 10(?) subscribers. Hopefully more. Hopefully.
8. Get at least one follower on this blog.****
And… I guess that’s it.
*looks at last summer goals blog*
Oh, um, I said that the camp thing would make sense after this. For awhile, I had to think about it. I always say that things will make sense later, but then I don’t remember why they make sense, only that they do. Actually, sometimes they don’t even make sense anymore.
But I remembered. So there.
Last summer, my first summer not going to camp, was full of nothingness and wasted time.***** I hadn’t really committed to any goals, and thus, got nothing done. This summer will be different. I am going to get a lot of things done, and actually progress myself as a person.
I believe that is all I have to say on the subjects of goals.
So, I will tell you about my day. It has been pretty Hayley G Hoover centric, actually. I haven’t eaten much today, in contrast to yesterday, when I couldn’t stop eating. Instead, I read through nearly all of Hayley’s 2010 posts, and watched a bunch of her videos. I have been patiently awaiting her 5AG video all day, which, as of writing this, has yet to be posted. I have also been waiting for Allie’s newest blog post, which I believe will be up today.
That was my day. Now that I look back on it, it sounds really lame. But trust me, I enjoyed myself.
Oh, and um… Yesterday, my mom said that I was a polar bear because my room is apparently really cold.
In my head, I just made a joke about polar bears. I said, “Haha, I wonder if they call them polar bears because they live near the POLE. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA, I’M SOOOO WITTY.” And then I mentally slapped myself, saying, “Well, YES, self. That is EXACTLY why they call them that. I don’t know why you would think yourself witty for that. Why else would they call them polar bears?”
“I know this is the last night they'll ever think of us as kids, as we drive around and around trying to escape this town.” – Summer of ’09, ALL CAPS
-Jess
*Capitalized purely because of the song. I’m glad that my life has made it much simpler to choose this post’s song.
**That has never actually happened. I don’t know why I used that as an example, for it is not true and just makes me sound crazy. If something I say makes me sound crazy, I want it to be true so that I can claim my insanity. Whoa, really long detail for something not that important to the post.
***Again with the things that make me sound crazy. Motivational pandas? I have never said that before in my life. Sigh.
****In my mind, it is a lot more difficult to get blog followers than YouTube subscribers. I’m not sure whether or not this is true, but I’m sticking to that.
*****It sort of sounded like I was going to tell you about this in the beginning of the post, but I assure you, I was not.
I slept for about 12 hours, waking up at 11. I didn’t really want to get up, but I knew that I had to if I wanted to get anything done today. I had planned to clean my room, for two reasons: (1) I was going to invite my best friend over tomorrow and (2) It really is a mess.
I’m sure that this is true for other people besides myself, but I simply cannot clean my room if I don’t have the motivation to. Sometimes, I am really weird about my motivation. For example, sometimes I feel like a house elf and want to clean everything.** Other times, I just get this feeling that I want to clean. It’s hard to explain.
But whenever I tell myself that I am going to clean on a certain day, I never get it done, because the motivational pandas*** run away.
I have a feeling that once I call my best friend, Neva, I may get the motivation. Of course, that probably will not work, because it’s not like Neva will care if my room is clean. Seriously. Her room is almost always a mess when I come over, probably 96% percent of the time. If it is not, we will make it that way before I leave.
So, my list. Right. Like I said, many of these are short term and will be finished within a few hours, but oh well.
My goals for Summer of 2010:
1. Call Neva and invite her over. This should have been done days ago, but whatever.
2. Clean my room.
3. Find the usb thingy that I need to use my wireless keyboard. This can only be accomplished once step 2 has been completed, because it is most definitely somewhere, hiding, in my room.
4. Finish reading The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide.
5. Completely plot out my NaNoWriMo novel, Revelation: I’d Rather Be Six Feet Under.
6. Vlog frequently.
7. Get 10(?) subscribers. Hopefully more. Hopefully.
8. Get at least one follower on this blog.****
And… I guess that’s it.
*looks at last summer goals blog*
Oh, um, I said that the camp thing would make sense after this. For awhile, I had to think about it. I always say that things will make sense later, but then I don’t remember why they make sense, only that they do. Actually, sometimes they don’t even make sense anymore.
But I remembered. So there.
Last summer, my first summer not going to camp, was full of nothingness and wasted time.***** I hadn’t really committed to any goals, and thus, got nothing done. This summer will be different. I am going to get a lot of things done, and actually progress myself as a person.
I believe that is all I have to say on the subjects of goals.
So, I will tell you about my day. It has been pretty Hayley G Hoover centric, actually. I haven’t eaten much today, in contrast to yesterday, when I couldn’t stop eating. Instead, I read through nearly all of Hayley’s 2010 posts, and watched a bunch of her videos. I have been patiently awaiting her 5AG video all day, which, as of writing this, has yet to be posted. I have also been waiting for Allie’s newest blog post, which I believe will be up today.
That was my day. Now that I look back on it, it sounds really lame. But trust me, I enjoyed myself.
Oh, and um… Yesterday, my mom said that I was a polar bear because my room is apparently really cold.
In my head, I just made a joke about polar bears. I said, “Haha, I wonder if they call them polar bears because they live near the POLE. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA, I’M SOOOO WITTY.” And then I mentally slapped myself, saying, “Well, YES, self. That is EXACTLY why they call them that. I don’t know why you would think yourself witty for that. Why else would they call them polar bears?”
“I know this is the last night they'll ever think of us as kids, as we drive around and around trying to escape this town.” – Summer of ’09, ALL CAPS
-Jess
*Capitalized purely because of the song. I’m glad that my life has made it much simpler to choose this post’s song.
**That has never actually happened. I don’t know why I used that as an example, for it is not true and just makes me sound crazy. If something I say makes me sound crazy, I want it to be true so that I can claim my insanity. Whoa, really long detail for something not that important to the post.
***Again with the things that make me sound crazy. Motivational pandas? I have never said that before in my life. Sigh.
****In my mind, it is a lot more difficult to get blog followers than YouTube subscribers. I’m not sure whether or not this is true, but I’m sticking to that.
*****It sort of sounded like I was going to tell you about this in the beginning of the post, but I assure you, I was not.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Jess is VLOGGING?!
Yes, the above video was an actual VLOG.
I thought that I would do better at vlogging than I did, but talking to a camera was a strange experience. It gave me a bit of stage fright, which was odd. But I’ll be practicing throughout the summer, so I’ll hopefully get better at this.
I know that I said this would be a proper post, but I’m too lazy to actually write one… So… Um… Maybe I’ll write a new one tomorrow?
“This is our town… This is who we’re meant to be… This is our town… Where our roots have grown so deep.” – This Is Our Town, We The Kings*
-Jess
*Yeah, this song is not relevant to anything. I know. I was too lazy to choose a song that fits, so I just put Kaydence on shuffle.
WOAH!
Today was my last day of school! IT'S SUMMER!
I'll probably post an actual blog* later today, but for now, I just want to congratulate Jason Munday.
His video, California Dorks:
...It's gone pretty much viral. There are about 50,000 views currently, which is fantastic, considering he has under 4,000 subscribers.**
If you haven't subscribed yet, please do!
Okay, proper post later.
"California dorks, we're undeniable. Star War toys and watching John Locke. YouTube represent! Now put your hands up!" - California Dorks, Skyway Flyer
-Jess
*And maybe a vlog... WHA?
**Probably rising, thanks to Katy Perry tweeting Jason's link.
I'll probably post an actual blog* later today, but for now, I just want to congratulate Jason Munday.
His video, California Dorks:
...It's gone pretty much viral. There are about 50,000 views currently, which is fantastic, considering he has under 4,000 subscribers.**
If you haven't subscribed yet, please do!
Okay, proper post later.
"California dorks, we're undeniable. Star War toys and watching John Locke. YouTube represent! Now put your hands up!" - California Dorks, Skyway Flyer
-Jess
*And maybe a vlog... WHA?
**Probably rising, thanks to Katy Perry tweeting Jason's link.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Summer Goals: Part 1 of 2 - CAMP
I shudder every time I hear the word "camp" because I went to a horrible day camp at my (semi-)local YMCA. I mean, if you are a mindless athletic drone who hates school, then there is nothing wrong with YCamp for you. But if you have even one ounce of creativity or even, I don't know, a PERSONALITY, you should not go there.* The only positive things that I ever got from YCamp were:
1. I learned how to swim.
(But, like, not from one of the councelors, like you would expect. No, I learned it from my best friend from camp, Taylor, who was on her school's swim team.)
2. I temporarily learned all of the names of the different types of Gatorade, and could pretty much tell which was which if I was subjected to a blind taste test.
(Temporarily. I don't remember anything anymore, except that I liked "the purple one" best. They've most definitely added more by now, anyway.)
3. I discovered Alternative music.
(Again, not from camp itself, but with Taylor. It all started with Metro Station, which is probably the worst example of alternative music, but whatever. We knew the words to all of their songs before Shake It became popular. I distinctly remember us standing next to each other rolling our eyes when people were dancing to Shake It when there were these Pool Dance things. I remember muttering, "Yeah, well, Control is better.")
Although all of those things are pretty epic, I learned to fear:
1. Dodgeball
(I was often the last person on my team due to my awesome avoiding skills. I was very good at the "dodging" aspect, but I simply could not, rather, CANnot throw. If you have never been in this position, I don't think you can really imagine the sheer terror. Basically, you're running around DEFENSELESS as approximately 10 people are throwing things at you. All the while your teammates, who stupidly got themselves out already, are SCREAMING at you to do something. Sometimes the camp councelors were merciful and just let the other team win. Most of the time, they did not.)
2. Kickball
(Again, I'm rather good at dodging, but not kicking/throwing/etc. Do I really have to explicate farther?)
3. Going underwater
(According to ma mère, I've always had a strange water thing. But I'm blaming camp for this one. Imagine younger me almost being drowned in a public swimming pool. Many times. Many MANY times. At least five times, per summer, for five years.)
What was I trying to say in this post? I don't know anymore. I don't think that the point was to talk all about camp...
OH!
I wanted to list my summer goals.** Alas, I have become far too lazy to do this right now.
Y'know what's fascinating? Watching yourself type in the reflection of your monitor. Amazing.***
What? Oh, rambling.
"Whoa, I feel just like we're losing control... But if you let go, I'll let go tonight." - Control, Metro Station****
-Jess
*Expect many more camp stories in the future, for I have an innumerable amount.
**You'll see sometime soon how all of the camp info ties into that. Trust me, it will make sense.
***It IS fascinating. In fact, as I type this, I am also watching myself type. I suggest trying it sometime.
****HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, but I had to.
1. I learned how to swim.
(But, like, not from one of the councelors, like you would expect. No, I learned it from my best friend from camp, Taylor, who was on her school's swim team.)
2. I temporarily learned all of the names of the different types of Gatorade, and could pretty much tell which was which if I was subjected to a blind taste test.
(Temporarily. I don't remember anything anymore, except that I liked "the purple one" best. They've most definitely added more by now, anyway.)
3. I discovered Alternative music.
(Again, not from camp itself, but with Taylor. It all started with Metro Station, which is probably the worst example of alternative music, but whatever. We knew the words to all of their songs before Shake It became popular. I distinctly remember us standing next to each other rolling our eyes when people were dancing to Shake It when there were these Pool Dance things. I remember muttering, "Yeah, well, Control is better.")
Although all of those things are pretty epic, I learned to fear:
1. Dodgeball
(I was often the last person on my team due to my awesome avoiding skills. I was very good at the "dodging" aspect, but I simply could not, rather, CANnot throw. If you have never been in this position, I don't think you can really imagine the sheer terror. Basically, you're running around DEFENSELESS as approximately 10 people are throwing things at you. All the while your teammates, who stupidly got themselves out already, are SCREAMING at you to do something. Sometimes the camp councelors were merciful and just let the other team win. Most of the time, they did not.)
2. Kickball
(Again, I'm rather good at dodging, but not kicking/throwing/etc. Do I really have to explicate farther?)
3. Going underwater
(According to ma mère, I've always had a strange water thing. But I'm blaming camp for this one. Imagine younger me almost being drowned in a public swimming pool. Many times. Many MANY times. At least five times, per summer, for five years.)
What was I trying to say in this post? I don't know anymore. I don't think that the point was to talk all about camp...
OH!
I wanted to list my summer goals.** Alas, I have become far too lazy to do this right now.
Y'know what's fascinating? Watching yourself type in the reflection of your monitor. Amazing.***
What? Oh, rambling.
"Whoa, I feel just like we're losing control... But if you let go, I'll let go tonight." - Control, Metro Station****
-Jess
*Expect many more camp stories in the future, for I have an innumerable amount.
**You'll see sometime soon how all of the camp info ties into that. Trust me, it will make sense.
***It IS fascinating. In fact, as I type this, I am also watching myself type. I suggest trying it sometime.
****HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, but I had to.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
On Twilight and Hate
If you have not read Kaleb Nation's blog post on this, read it now:
http://www.kalebnation.com/blog/2010/06/05/a-translation-of-twilight-hate/
Here is my comment, which, if you look carefully, I left on Kaleb's post as well:
Kaleb, you are so totally awesome, and I found you because of my love of Twilight. But I have to say, I agree with that review.
I am not a complete Twilight hater, but I also do not love Twilight anymore. It DID get me to start reading longer books, just like Harry Potter did. However, after moving on to books that were better written, had better developed characters, and had an overall better plot, I find it difficult to continue liking the Twilight Saga.
I think that it does show a bad representation of relationships, and I have found that books similar to Twilight have been giving girls that I know relationship standards that guys just can't meet. Stephenie's writing, which I once thought was brilliant, is now just okay to me.
HOWEVER:
I greatly admire the series and think that it's fantastic that Stephenie has written another book, which I will most likely read. I don't mind people who read and/or love the series, even those extremely hardcore fans that you mentioned.
While I prefer more realistic depictions of people/relationships/etc. as opposed to idealistic, I think that there is definitely a place in literature for books that ARE idealistic and create a place where fans can go to escape their every day lives.
Basically, although I agree that there are many things wrong with the books, I think that everyone (semi Twi-haters like myself, included) is going to have to accept that the Twilight franchise isn't going anywhere for quite a while. The criticism IS getting old, and it's near impossible for anyone to come up with anything original anymore. As a writer, I have learned things from Twilight that will stay with me forever, and I have to thank Steph for that.
I like your take on this, Kaleb, and I somewhat agree.
-Jess
http://www.kalebnation.com/blog/2010/06/05/a-translation-of-twilight-hate/
Here is my comment, which, if you look carefully, I left on Kaleb's post as well:
Kaleb, you are so totally awesome, and I found you because of my love of Twilight. But I have to say, I agree with that review.
I am not a complete Twilight hater, but I also do not love Twilight anymore. It DID get me to start reading longer books, just like Harry Potter did. However, after moving on to books that were better written, had better developed characters, and had an overall better plot, I find it difficult to continue liking the Twilight Saga.
I think that it does show a bad representation of relationships, and I have found that books similar to Twilight have been giving girls that I know relationship standards that guys just can't meet. Stephenie's writing, which I once thought was brilliant, is now just okay to me.
HOWEVER:
I greatly admire the series and think that it's fantastic that Stephenie has written another book, which I will most likely read. I don't mind people who read and/or love the series, even those extremely hardcore fans that you mentioned.
While I prefer more realistic depictions of people/relationships/etc. as opposed to idealistic, I think that there is definitely a place in literature for books that ARE idealistic and create a place where fans can go to escape their every day lives.
Basically, although I agree that there are many things wrong with the books, I think that everyone (semi Twi-haters like myself, included) is going to have to accept that the Twilight franchise isn't going anywhere for quite a while. The criticism IS getting old, and it's near impossible for anyone to come up with anything original anymore. As a writer, I have learned things from Twilight that will stay with me forever, and I have to thank Steph for that.
I like your take on this, Kaleb, and I somewhat agree.
-Jess
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