Just Something Funny

ImageHalloween. You know, national holiday. The one where everyone gets to dress up like something they’re not (vampire, zombie, favorite tv show characters) and then go around demanding food in a 365 or 366 day pact that in exchange for sweet food, they will not trash these poor people’s homes.Image That holiday where we all get pumpkins and decorate or carve them, setting them on our porches/doorsteps for all the world to see. Sound familiar? Image

Well, thanks to hurricane Sandy, here in the great state of New Jersey, that great holiday has been POSTPONED. By far, the funniest thing I have ever heard on the school announcements was ‘Halloween has been postponed until Saturday, thank you.’ SERIOUSLY? YOU POSTPONED A HOLIDAY! Don’t get me wrong, I definitely understand the reasoning behind this. Some parts of New Jersey are totally under water (and/or under. . . sand) and there has been massive devastation. I just think it’s funny to hear, so I thought I’d share with you guys. Image

The only reason I’m complaining is because I’m going to have to hear about it until Saturday from my little brother. NOT. FUN. Anyway, that’s all for this unscheduled post.

P.S: I don’t live very close to the beach, my area didn’t get hit nearly as bad as it could have and there are definitely fallen trees and branches, but we are totally fine. But there are some places that were really bad. There was A HOUSE in the middle of a highway. A HOUSE. Have a Happy Halloween everybody!

The Hurricane Chronicles

Just a warning, I live in an area that is being pounded by hurricane Sandy very, very soon. I mean, it’s started already, but seeing as how I still have electricity and the middle of the storm is supposed to be over my county at ten o’clock tonight, I’m going to assume that it will get much, much worse. 

The thing with where I live is, it’s extremely inconvenient. Everything is so far away, my house is surrounded by trees, and there is nowhere to go if we have to leave unless we want a three and a half hour road trip. About the trees, they can be an issue. Want to know about our families luck? A few years ago a tree fell on our shed, smashed it to pieces. It was actually really funny, until we had to pay for a whole new shed and find another place to put it. The part that’s really funny, though, is that where it is right now, it will probably happen again. The only place we could possibly put it where it definitely won’t get crushed by a tree is right in the middle of our front lawn. Some lawn ornament, huh?

Here goes another  funny story. This morning, the family was sitting around the T.V. watching the news, wondering what was going on in other areas as anybody would be. All of the sudden, we hear two thumps on the door. Something along the lines of the sound you would expect if you saw a cat run straight into a window. We have two cats, so we thought it was a cat. Of course, as any concerned animal owner would, we went to investigate. the sound was coming from our front door, our cats nowhere in sight. We open the door to find a bird, standing up from laying on our front step. A bird flew into our house and hit our door. My family doesn’t have the best luck with birds, but I’ll save those stories for another blog. 

So what did the family do to prepare for the storm? Aside from taking in the lawn furniture and anything that we would lose in the storm, we did pretty much nothing. Bought batteries for flash lights, found every candle in the house, and I mean EVERY candle in the house, and stocked up on food.

Plans for dealing with the hurricane, you ask? Welcome to the other category preparedness plan. Sit in your room, reading blogs, utilizing the internet while you have it, and wait for the power to go out. No, this won’t fly in my house though, because I live in the house of paranoid parents. Every time I go downstairs, I get pictures shoved in my face of areas near mine that are totally flooded. Then you get worried, hope that the little family that you have that lives in the state is faring well with the storm, go back to your room, and then get lost in the blogosphere again. Then rinse and repeat. When the power does go out, you curl up next to a candle or two and read a book, waiting for the power to come back on.

Look at the world you are in right now. How much of it depends on electricity? A lot. I had to plan my homework around anticipated power outages because I have to turn in papers and projects over the internet. Of course, if they’re late and I say ‘I had no power’ then my teacher will say something along the lines of ‘You knew about this assignment for days before it was due, so you should have turned it in earlier’ and then I can kiss my hopes for straight A’s goodbye. (In case you’re wondering, my lowest grade right now is a 90, in the class that I had all the assignments due. Stupid history. At my school, a 90 is a B, the lowest A you can get is a 93.)

Believe it or not, I figured my power would go out last night, so I thought I wouldn’t be able to post today. Imaging my excitement when I wake up to find I still have all power and full internet access. It surprised me so much, honestly our power goes out so often, it’s annoying.

Well it sounds like the wind is picking up so I’m going to post this before the I lose the internet. See you next week.


Words. They are amazing. They have so much power, so much emotion. Just, so much. They can sway opinions, they can make you cry, make you laugh, make you feel. Do you know how hard it is to make some people feel? Some people like that kid I sat in front of in eighth grade science class. They can be intimidating and scary, or they can be inspiring and uplifting. And through everything you manage to feel after reading or hearing them, they’re still just. . . words. Plain text, a jumble of letters strung together to make it a word that our brains can identify. What you’re reading is still just a cluster of pixels on your screen (on my page with a new design, I might add).

Emotion, that’s what words do. People read different ways. Some ask how these words made them feel something, some just don’t care how these words made them feel something, as long as they did. That’s the most remarkable thing about words as far as I’m concerned. They have this power over emotions. Words can make your day or darken your mood, lift you up or kick you down. They can change your perspective, they can force you to look at the bigger picture, they can bring new points of view to your attention. Emotions are the only things that make life worth living. They give you a reason to wake up in the morning. They keep you alive, and they keep you going.

Not all emotions are necessarily good, that’s for sure. There are ups and downs, but that’s life. Think of a heart monitor. If there are no ups and downs, then you’re dead; and I think we can all agree that’s the lowest low there is. This power to make you feel, to inspire you, to make you smile, to make you think; that’s why I write; that’s why I read; that’s why I misuse semicolons sometimes (go easy on me, I’m no English teacher).That’s why I think books are worth my time. Is there anything better than curling up with a book by candle light during a power outage on a rainy day and feeling something great just because of some ink on a page? No, there’s nothing better.

Most of our lives, we have been speaking these amazing things, writing them, thinking them. Walking around with a library’s worth of words floating around in our heads, running incessantly. We have language, a way to communicate everything. Is it possible to know every word in existence? I’d like to try, if I’m being honest with you. Not to flaunt a superior vocabulary on anyone, but just in an effort to make myself as well-spoken as I can be. In an attempt to know more and more of these extraordinary things that are used for all of these extraordinary purposes. Words.

Just the End (Not Really Though)

In my last post, I threw away every last bit of pride I had and begged for comments and wise words from the world of the internet. I got the most views I have ever gotten from one blog on that one, and this was really the only time that the numbers meant anything to me because I figured, the more numbers I get, the more likely it was that I’d get a comment. You would think after my incessant begging, someone would comment. Some shimmer of wisdom, a tiny glimmer of advice. Nope. Nada. Nothing. The equivalent of the internet flipping me the bird. Thanks internet, love you too.

So now I’m mad, not at the viewers, because that would be the very definition of counter-production. I’m just mad. Maybe I was freaking out much more than I really needed to. I mean, I’m still young, right? Right? I guess. I have accomplished nothing. You know what Micheal Jackson achieved by the time he was my age? A lot. There are Olympic gold medalists my age, and what have I done to give my name any significance in the history of the universe? Absolutely nothing. Except, well, write a blog and almost misuse the word ‘right’ a second ago. But even that means nothing to anyone, because no one really knows I’m behind this blog. No one really knows my name. I have done almost nothing. I’ll work on that later (I procrastinate a lot).

Even Olympians will die someday, though. Their names will only be remembered by the people who are after their titles and eventually their flames will die out. That sucks, doesn’t it? Knowing that no matter what you do, there will always be someone after you who is more memorable, and it will go like that on and on until the world ends. Even then, if you make a lasting name like George Washington, people will be so quick to point out your mistakes. You go from loving the father of this country one minute to listening to an audio book and having a totally different opinion.

Even further than that, if you make a name for yourself that lasts, and then you die and it comes out that you’ve never made any mistakes. You were freaking more pure than Virgin Mary, eventually this world will burn out. Then your name will really mean nothing. When all that’s left is the scorched remnants of what this planet once was and the rest of the universe, aliens may at one point exist that are as smart or smarter than we are. If they discover this planet, your name will mean nothing to them. Every last strand of what was once your life is gone, then, and no civilization will ever care again. That kind of makes you seem insignificant doesn’t it? When you look up at the stars at night and realize that somebody else out there may be looking back at you, revolving around their own star and all they see is our sun, if that.

Did you know that if an intelligent alien species is looking at earth through an extremely high powered telescope, then they are probably seeing dinosaurs because of the amount of time it takes the light to travel? Just something to think about. So, what are you doing with your life? Is it worth it? The only consolation I can think of when I think like this is, well, you. People, sitting at their computer, staring at the screen reading words that can change their minds. Words that can inspire people, make their life worth their time. Who cares if your name is remembered? Nobody, so don’t live your life for yourself, live your life for others. I may be sending mixed messages with this, but there is a bigger picture. Figure it out, it’s not that hard.


Guess who’s looking at colleges? Me! And guess who is totally intimidated and scared and terrified and stressed out about it? You guessed it, me!

(Just to let you know, I decided I would post this Monday even though I posted yesterday because I had to get this out somehow)

Some colleges are starting to look like guessing games, they let in kids with a low SAT score and turn away kids with high SAT scores. That’s scary to me. I like to know what my chances are when applying to a college. That’s hard to tell because you know that something in those kids with the low SAT scores interested the college enough to let them in. So how do I interest colleges? Beats me.

I know that even if you’ve read all of my blogs which, let’s face it, you have enough of a life not to have done that. If you have, then I am so sorry and you must have a high tolerance for people. Anyway, I should tell you that I’m currently fifteen and a sophomore in high school. I didn’t say anything about this for two reasons. 1) It didn’t come up and I didn’t find it significant. 2) Nobody wants to read a blog written by a teenage girl that they assume will be about high school and relationships and bleh, because that’s not really what the blogosphere is about.

I have broken this attempt at keeping my age a secret only to turn to the people of the internet for help. By help, I don’t mean encouragement, I mean HELP. Tell me if you’ve been to college, and what you know about getting admitted into one. Throw out the names of some good ones. Literally any bit of information you can think of about colleges. Seriously every bit of advice helps and please don’t read this without commenting. You have to know more than I do. I’m seriously going crazy here. Even if you don’t think you know anything that can be of assistance, please send this blog to someone you think can be. I don’t usually ask people to share my blogs but this would be extremely beneficial to me. Save me some gray hairs here.

I should tell you that I am in all honors classes and have been since I’ve started high school (wow, I’m so worked up over this that the first time I wrote this, I typed ‘college’ instead of ‘high school.’ Good thing I proofread). I get honor roll grades (all A’s and B’s) unless you count midterms and finals in honor roll, because I get an occasional C in them. I wasn’t in any ‘clubs’ last year but this year I have joined chemistry club so I’m looking for colleges that have particularly good science programs (it would be cool if along with a great science program, they have decent arts programs. I really want to be a singer or actress, but you know this is the whole ‘career to fall back on’ thing). I’m also in chorus and concert chorus but I have a feeling that won’t help me much.

One last thing, before you comment (you better comment) is that I don’t care about distance from home AT ALL. Seriously I am looking at a college on the other side of the country from where I live literally, so don’t hold back. Please help me!