April 28

Fifty Minutes of Freedom

She gave me fifty minutes. Let’s do this.

There isn’t much inspiration in my mind as far as writing goes. Strangely, I’ve been more inspired than usual, and yet none of it is about writing. Even now I’m more interested in the Book Fair title than this actual blog post…

It’s for a grade, alright?

On a higher note, the drama plays are next week. I’ve never really under stood that term: “on a higher note”. I mean, as a fellow alto I should know that low notes can sound just as good as high ones, and that the low notes are needed to pick up the high ones. Well, I guess you could argue that the word “high” I generally thought to be positive, but in this day and age, the word “high” has a double meaning…

I’ll just stop now.

So yeah, before my weird mind interrupted me, the drama plays are next week, and this time it’s very special, because Forest Trail fifth graders will be attending, and that means two of my siblings are gonna see me perform without my parents having to go out of their way to bring them.

My thoughts keep drifting to emo music. I blame Carly. She and I listened to a bunch of emo bands on our way to Six Flags last Friday.

You know, the trip where Ella forced me on the Iron Rattler? The one where my choir got a superior rating from the judges?

Yeah, that one.

Ugh. Is this post long enough yet? I’m getting a headache.

I got a migraine—

NO.

My pain ranges from up, down, and sideways—

THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY.

I’m so off track. Also, it’s Thursday.

So my little sister (and when I say “little” I mean it literally and figuratively) had a sleepover birthday last weekend and I was afraid I would be shunned by her hipster-ish friends. Not like I’m looking for approval from a bunch of 11/10-year-olds, it’s more of that I wanted to be able to walk out of my room and not be given strange looks from a cluster of girls.

Also, there was a chocolate fountain, I had to be on their good side.

So instead of staying locked in my room for twenty-four hours like I expected, I instead told inappropriate “seventh grader jokes” as they called it. Then, when they were going to sleep on the five-person recliner couch upstairs, I told them scary stories, scared the bejesus out of them, stole food from the fridge, and went to bed.

On the floor, but that’s hardly important.

Then, that morning, I ate donuts for breakfast. The end.

And, you know, now it’s Thursday, and my Shakespeare obsession is crawling back into my mind because of that stupid field trip that was so fun on Wednesday.

Typical TJ.

Typical, typical TJ.

November 11

Some of My Favorite Quotes

Not all those who wander are lost. -The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien

The Lord of the Rings series is awesome, and the late Tolkien’s writing is off the charts amazing. It’s a true statement, I wander a lot, and I’m not lost, just bored.

Sie sin das aussin und wir sin die jäger! -Attack on Titan Theme

Let’s get one thing straight: Attack on Titan is one Japan’s best shows. Thrilling themes, likeable characters, realistic elements that keep the watcher/reader hooked. The show stars Eren Yeager, a teenager out for vengeance against the wretched “Titans” or Giants, Mikasa Ackerman, an overprotective “sister” (she’s adopted) to Eren, and Armin Arlert, a boy genius and Eren’s best friend. All three characters and the many, many more are worth watching. And the ship wars are intense!

Klankenwagon! -Julian

Okay, so this one’s an inside joke in the Aladdin Jr. cast. “Klankenwagon” is (according to Julian) the German word for ambulance, but I just had to put it in here because of it’s importance to me. Now, every time we see someone from the cast or crew, we yell “klankenwagon!” as loud as we can and count how many weird looks we get.

September 25

The Haiku of the Century

Heaven, look down. Your

Wisdom true. Heaven, look down,

I need you right now.

 

Father, be proud, I’ve

Pleased you. Father, be prideful,

I’ve done what I can.

 

Mother, don’t weep, I

Need you. Mother, don’t cry, it’s

In vain. Mother, stop.

 

Sister, please smile, I

Need it. Sister, be happy,

I’ll be back home soon.

 

Brother, don’t scream, I’ll

hear it. Brother, I promise

I’ll see you in time.

 

A/N: I don’t even know where this came from XD, also, if you’re not reading this in English, it’s not actually a haiku.

September 25

Music

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“Music. Our binder, our ally, our savior, our enemy, and our inevitable demise.” -Me

Music is the thing that unites us all. Inspires us. It gives hope, while also establishing fear. No one can say, “I don’t like music.”

My father, a world-class critic of musicals, has probably had the biggest impact on my playlist. Every time The Police and Oasis blare into my ears I can’t help but think of him.

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“Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock N’ Roll and drift away.” -Uncle Kracker

I feel like Rock N’ Roll has changed drastically since it was first made. It used to be poetry sang into a microphone with an electric guitar accompanying it. Now, it’s unknown words screamed into a microphone while the electric guitar plays random notes at top volume.

 

Photo from Pixabay.com

September 17

Le Block in the Writer’s Road

This is the moment all writers dread, the moment in which every step of the creative process is violently put to a stop by a block in the road.

This is not a fork, deciding whether or not your character should do this or that, say this or that, be this or that.

This is writers block. The horrible moment in which an author says, “I can’t think of a single thing to write.”

This is what is happening to me now, I want to write a story, but I can’t think of a theme. At least not one that is appropriate for school.

And this small, short, unimportant post, is this author’s cry for help.