I've ranted about this before, but it bears repeating.
I miss the 90's. Remember the Rugrats? How Tommy was the adventurer, Chuckie the faithful sidekick, and Phil and Lil just plain adorable? Do you remember Hey Arnold and how Helga had that creepy gum sculpture of him in her closet? Do you remember when your entire world stretched from your house to the best climbing tree? (Before that stupid lighting hit it and almost killed that one kid.)
When did that end? And if you say 2000 I will...read aloud from The Origin of Species. (Charles Darwin) You don't want me to go there. And so, in my neverending quest to reclaim that childhood feeling I went to Disney World...again.
I would totally show you some pictures...if I could find the cord, but I can't, so that is out.
There is no way I could talk about it all, because that's just not happening, so I'll just talk about my birthday. It started off in Epcot where we ate at the Akershus Royal Banquet. I met Mulan and she called me princess. *soars* I freaking love Mulan! All the Disney princesses signed a card for me, and so did my waitress, her name was Caitlin or something. (Do not judge my teenaged love of princesses.)
Then we rode the Monorail (in the front!) to the Magic Kingdom. There is nothing cooler than riding in the front of a monorail.
*to be continued*
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
*thinks too much*
"What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person."
me: Guess what.
5:08 PM
Trevor:what
5:09 PM
dinner
5:10 PM
me: argh. I'll wait till you get back.
16 minutes
5:27 PM
Trevor: b
what
5:28 PM
me: I finished Paper Towns and while I wasn't completely happy with it, I learned something.
"What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person."
Isn't that the most tragic and important thing...ever?
5:30 PM
Isn't that what we spend our entire lives doing? Idealizing some people, so that we can only be disappointed, and if people don't fit into this ideal then they aren't important enough, and we don't like them or are apathetic because they're just like we are.
Trevor: ...?
oh, yeah, building up unreal expectations of people
5:32 PM
me: I do that all the time. I've done it with Mom and Chase and Taylor (so much with Taylor) and not you as much, but some, and Mr. P and everyone.
Trevor: what have you misoverestimated about me?
5:36 PM
me: It's not that exactly, it's just that you're totally cool and don't know it as much as you should. And people who don't know that they're cool are way cooler than people who try to be cool. So that makes you cooler than I am, because I am inherently uncool.
5:37 PM
Trevor: lol
that took a couple times reading
me: if you can make sense of that.
5:40 PM
Trevor: I can.
it took a while, because I just got ambushed in the middle of it.
5:41 PM
this is feeling a lot like all of those fml's ...
like, ignoring people and playing a game...
me: ?
5:43 PM
Trevor: like I'm paying attention to a game instead of you
me: Wow, my epiphanies are important. (psuedo epiphanies)
5:44 PM
Can I use this for a blog?
5:45 PM
Trevor: go for it.
me: thanks
That's annoying formatting, but I've realized that I also want myself to be more than a person. But no one is more than a person...but why should that stop me...? *headache* I will think more about this later, when I am not busy and when my spacebar lets me think more clearly.
Au Revoir For now,
REEEEEEEEEE
me: Guess what.
5:08 PM
Trevor:
5:09 PM
dinner
5:10 PM
me: argh. I'll wait till you get back.
16 minutes
5:27 PM
Trevor: b
what
5:28 PM
me: I finished Paper Towns and while I wasn't completely happy with it, I learned something.
"What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person."
Isn't that the most tragic and important thing...ever?
5:30 PM
Isn't that what we spend our entire lives doing? Idealizing some people, so that we can only be disappointed, and if people don't fit into this ideal then they aren't important enough, and we don't like them or are apathetic because they're just like we are.
Trevor: ...?
oh, yeah, building up unreal expectations of people
5:32 PM
me: I do that all the time. I've done it with Mom and Chase and Taylor (so much with Taylor) and not you as much, but some, and Mr. P and everyone.
Trevor: what have you misoverestimated about me?
5:36 PM
me: It's not that exactly, it's just that you're totally cool and don't know it as much as you should. And people who don't know that they're cool are way cooler than people who try to be cool. So that makes you cooler than I am, because I am inherently uncool.
5:37 PM
Trevor: lol
that took a couple times reading
me: if you can make sense of that.
5:40 PM
Trevor: I can.
it took a while, because I just got ambushed in the middle of it.
5:41 PM
this is feeling a lot like all of those fml's ...
like, ignoring people and playing a game...
me: ?
5:43 PM
Trevor: like I'm paying attention to a game instead of you
me: Wow, my epiphanies are important. (psuedo epiphanies)
5:44 PM
Can I use this for a blog?
5:45 PM
Trevor: go for it.
me: thanks
That's annoying formatting, but I've realized that I also want myself to be more than a person. But no one is more than a person...but why should that stop me...? *headache* I will think more about this later, when I am not busy and when my spacebar lets me think more clearly.
Au Revoir For now,
REEEEEEEEEE
Pretend this is the fourth.
Know how I'm always having huge and crazy ideas that I sometimes/never/always try to complete? (It makes me feel like Margo Roth Spiegelman or Alaska (John Green baby!) or Marcus (Doctrow, just as cool.) I found people to help me make a huge ninja book website. (invictusverbum.com Go there, sign up, please. PLEASE.) I convinced three hundred people I was kicked out of the magic kingdom in Orlando, Florida, and actually won Nano!
I somehow got into my school and haven't failed out or anything as well. (I'm proud of this.)
But why is it that my adventures (being chased by deer? trespassing on my old school's property? NOODLES.) don't seem so exciting? They're all true. They're all pretty freaking awesome. I want more than that though. I want bigger adventures, more daring-ness. My adventures aren't good enough. I want to *be* an adventure in myself.
That's really really hard.
This was written quickly and will go well with the next one, so whatevs, homeskillet.
Peace out cub scout!
Ree
I somehow got into my school and haven't failed out or anything as well. (I'm proud of this.)
But why is it that my adventures (being chased by deer? trespassing on my old school's property? NOODLES.) don't seem so exciting? They're all true. They're all pretty freaking awesome. I want more than that though. I want bigger adventures, more daring-ness. My adventures aren't good enough. I want to *be* an adventure in myself.
That's really really hard.
This was written quickly and will go well with the next one, so whatevs, homeskillet.
Peace out cub scout!
Ree
Friday, April 3, 2009
Yes? YES!
The lights dim...the crowd hushes...the pianist plays too loudly and a fellow actor and I shake off last minute jitters before walking through the curtain.
Him: You ready?
Me: No choice. You?
Him: Born ready.
The lights raise and are too bright to let us see the audience. I was too in the moment to tell, but apparently my older brother said "that's my sister!" We got some laughs, loads of flowers, and a standing ovation at the curtain call.
I can't type more because my spacebar is a brat! But it was great and I can't wait to blog more about it later!
REEEEEE
Him: You ready?
Me: No choice. You?
Him: Born ready.
The lights raise and are too bright to let us see the audience. I was too in the moment to tell, but apparently my older brother said "that's my sister!" We got some laughs, loads of flowers, and a standing ovation at the curtain call.
I can't type more because my spacebar is a brat! But it was great and I can't wait to blog more about it later!
REEEEEE
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Pyramid Building
Well, it's the second, but I'm a busy person so shut up.
I'm going to tell you about how the pyramids were built. The Great Pyramid, that is. That's the important one.
It was built from the inside. The two main theories are that there was this mile long ramp that they just kept lengthening. But that would have a mass equal to the pyramid itself. NO. The next is that a ramp corkscrewed along the outside, but that would have obscured sight lines, and the corners are just too perfect for that. So, NO.
It was built with a ramp from the inside, but I can't tell you more because I haven't finished the book yet.
The Secret of the Great Pyramid by Bob Brier. Read it. Now.
I'm going to tell you about how the pyramids were built. The Great Pyramid, that is. That's the important one.
It was built from the inside. The two main theories are that there was this mile long ramp that they just kept lengthening. But that would have a mass equal to the pyramid itself. NO. The next is that a ramp corkscrewed along the outside, but that would have obscured sight lines, and the corners are just too perfect for that. So, NO.
It was built with a ramp from the inside, but I can't tell you more because I haven't finished the book yet.
The Secret of the Great Pyramid by Bob Brier. Read it. Now.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
BEDA
Today I don't want to know anything. I'm telling you.
Maureen Johnson has done it again. BEDA!
Blog Every Day April! There are no real rules besides blog every day in April including weekends. Heck, why not?
Good luck!
Ree
Maureen Johnson has done it again. BEDA!
Blog Every Day April! There are no real rules besides blog every day in April including weekends. Heck, why not?
Good luck!
Ree
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Psh, Maturity
What I want to know is what's up with this whole idea of maturity?
What makes someone mature? When are we supposed to stop acting like kids and start acting like adults? Who is to say that you can't act like a kid and still be mature? Why should I want to be mature? Why should I stop having fun and believing in magic and sledding? So people might take me a little more seriously?
I don't think so.
I'll stay just the way I am, awkward and lame and immature if that's what it takes. I don't want to grow up!
Ree
What makes someone mature? When are we supposed to stop acting like kids and start acting like adults? Who is to say that you can't act like a kid and still be mature? Why should I want to be mature? Why should I stop having fun and believing in magic and sledding? So people might take me a little more seriously?
I don't think so.
I'll stay just the way I am, awkward and lame and immature if that's what it takes. I don't want to grow up!
Ree
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