‘Tis The Season

I just thought I’d update to say happy holidays, to everyone out there. Regardless of what you celebrate or what religion you are or even if you aren’t celebrating a holiday, I hope you have a great time.

That being said, I have to tell you about my plans, because that’s what people do in blogs. It’s a rule, guys. You have to tell everyone about your personal life. I’m Catholic (don’t worry, I don’t mention it too often. I’m not very open about it) so I celebrate Christmas. On Christmas Eve, I’m spending the night with my Dad’s side of the family. The usual plans for Christmas Eve is a small exchange of gifts (my dad’s side of the family is the smaller side) and a nice little dinner. Signature dishes at this dinner include: kielbasa, smelts, other miscellaneous Polish foods. In short, it’s a total meat-fest. I should just say that this will be my first Christmas Eve dinner as a vegetarian, wish me luck.

The next morning, we have our usual family Christmas morning when the youngest two children (me and my little brother) are expected to wake up first and run around, forcing everyone else to wake up. I don’t do about you, but I go hard at Christmas. I mean, you’re NEVER to old to be excited for Christmas. Then all four of us, my two brothers, my sister, and I wait at the top of the stairs where we aren’t able to see the gifts, and wait for our dad to get downstairs and prepare the camera for the gift opening. After the storm of wrapping paper and a cinnamon bun breakfast, we all sit around and wait for a decent hour to roll around.

Then the get-togethers commence.  My mom’s entire side of the family will be in the state for the first time in God knows how long, so we will be meeting up at her sister’s house. There, I assume we will exchange even more presents (this is a first time thing, so I’m guessing here) and eventually eat dinner. I am going to be ready for this meal to be more vegetarian friendly than the previous one, because my mom’s mom made stuffing for Thanksgiving and was beating herself up (metaphorically, of course) for forgetting that I was a vegetarian and putting bacon in ALL the stuffing. Needless to say she won’t be letting herself make the same mistake any time soon.

As for my Christmas wishes, I may have mentioned that I asked for books. Additions to that list include a new bike (my gears are messed up and I can’t ride it without it skipping and almost throwing me off of it), a new laptop (mentioned in a previous post) and lotion (I have this weird obsession for lotion and lip gloss. It’s weird because I never have enough. I seriously have more right now than I will ever use).

So how about you? I want comments, so go ahead, tell me about your holiday plans, your holiday wishes, etc. Don’t leave me hanging.

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The Catcher in The Rye

This post might get me in trouble with a few of you. You might really be upset with me after this one, but hey, what is this world without opinions? (The answer to that question is ‘peaceful’). I’d also like to point out that this isn’t meant to be a review, just really my opinion (that’s worth mentioning because I never read reviews on blogging sites). So here goes, The Catcher in the Rye.

It sucks. It seriously sucked my soul out of my body, ground it up into pathetic little dusty pieces, and spit it out in the face of my soulless body that was left behind. Yeah, it’s that bad.

My brother and I have this ongoing argument about it. If you don’t know what I’m talking about and you’ve heard of the novel before and are debating whether or not to read it, DON’T. If you do read it, I promise you will regret wasting your time on it. He says I don’t get it because I’m not the type of person who can relate.

This ‘charming’ novel is about a teenage boy who is trying to find himself, but if you ask me, it’s about a jerk who thinks everyone is a phony, and narrates a bit too much. Holden Caulfield, seriously I’ve never hated a character more than I hate him. Not even Voldemort or *shudder* Umbridge (is it just me or did anyone else want Umbridge to die more than they wanted Voldemort to?).

On top of just being an absolute pessimist and not even trying to be a decent human being, he didn’t care about anyone except for his little sister. I admit, it’s sweet that he cares about his little sister, and sometimes I thought he was acting decently because he would be nice to people and make up stories so as not to slander the name of anyone that any particular stranger thought highly of (for example, he met the mother of a boy he went to school with on a train and went on and on about how great a kid he was). So maybe he wasn’t an all around horrible person, but there couldn’t have possibly ever been a character generated by an author that was more dull or pessimistic or bipolar for that matter.

Maybe it’s the fact that my brother just doesn’t read as much as I do (I literally gave my mom a list of books when she asked what I wanted for Christmas). He can’t see how badly it’s written, but the author is so redundant.

I was in the middle of telling my younger brother to never waste his time on that book (he’s in seventh grade and I believe it will be on his reading list when he gets his summer work for next school year) when my other brother walked in, picked up the book, and claimed that he was considering re-reading it. It’s not worth the re-read (it’s also not worth the initial read, but to each his own), but I encouraged it hoping that this time he would see that there is no plot, and no point to the novel whatsoever. He’s read other books since then, what with all of the English classes he’s taken since seventh grade.

He told me I should respect the book that killed John Lennon. I told him he was an idiot.

The Good and The Bad

I’ve got some news, both good and bad. I’ll write the good and bad news that correspond with each other, bad news first, followed by the good news.

Bad News: my laptop hates me. It isn’t letting me charge it unless I mess with it a lot, so I’m not going to be able to use it as regularly as I used to. This, of course, means that my blogs might not be coming exactly the same way that they used to. I will try to stick to my usual schedule, though.

Good News: not that many people read my blog anyway, so I highly doubt too many people will miss it. Also, I have my mom’s laptop to use until I get another one, so if there are any typos, give me a break. She had a really weird keyboard.

Bad News: some people might consider this good news, but in the sense that it might further hinder my blogging abilities, it’s bad news. I’m kind of getting a life (for further explanation, keep reading).

Good News: I tried out for my school musical for the first time in two years, and I got a callback. This means (for those of you who have never participated in drama club, you poor things) that I have to re-audition so that the director and student directors can figure out what role they want me to play. Yes, I am officially a part of the cast and I have my script.

Bad News: The part I ended up with is super minor and not really worth being in the play.

Good News: There is this competition called Poetry Out Loud. Everyone in my school is required to recite poetry at least once in the classroom every year, and then your teacher decides whether or not you are good enough to move on to semi-finals. About three or four kids per class go through to semi-finals. I recited a poem called ‘The Way It Sometimes Is’ by Henry Taylor and my teacher pushed me to the semi-finals. I just got the results that out of my entire high school (about 800 kids) I came in second. Hooray (especially because there is this ongoing competition between my brother and I to see who makes it further in the competition and he didn’t even make the top ten which means he isn’t even in finals).

Bad News: Finals are in January and now I have to learn another poem in addition to remembering the one I already presented. (At times it is like watching a face you have just met. . . . look up the poem for the rest).

To sum it all up, these are my excuses, in advance, for when I fail to update my blog on a regular basis.

P.S: just a question I’ve been meaning to ask fellow bloggers. Is it acceptable for me to follow my own blog? Every time I go to update my blog, it gives me the option to follow it, and I am not sure if that will make me look like an asshole that enjoys her own writing too much, or if it’s ordinary.

The After-Life

Look out, it’s about to get religious up in here. Well. . . not really. The topic came up the other day while I was talking to my aunt about what happens when you die. If you ask me, I’d say either heaven, hell, or purgatory. However, I won’t try to convince you that I’m right, and I won’t defend it because I’m not dead and I honestly have no clue what will happen when I’m gone.I’m Christian, but I don’t think a religion should define who you are, and I don’t think that you shouldn’t be allowed to speculate at all.

I will wonder about what happens and I can second guess my beliefs all I want,but that won’t help me find out what will happen, I’ll just end up with more theories.

There was one good theory that my aunt had, and I would say this is one of the best that I’ve heard. She said what if when we die, we just are born again, in the same life with the same parents? Then we just life this life in an endless cycle until we get it right. The sort of thing that would make you think that deja vu is just memories from a past life. Or maybe we don’t live it until we get it right, and we live it in an endless circle. The same life over and over for all of eternity.

I don’t know how we got on the topic, but we did, and we came up with so many different theories. I thought that maybe the famous ‘light’ that you are supposed to walk in to when you die is actually the first light you see when you are born. Or maybe you become a ghost. I believe in ghosts with all my heart, and my family was actually haunted by my uncle’s ghost, but I’ll save that for another blog.

I didn’t know it, but my aunt had actually been wondering about this for a while, because she had cancer. In fact, she just beat it a second time. There were a few times where she was out and brought back. She even had an out of body experience where she was watching the doctors revive her.

Sometimes I think it’s pointless to wonder. It doesn’t help anything, it even tortures me sometimes. The fact that we can plan out our entire lives, and sure there will be a few things here and there that are unanticipated, but for the most part, you can adjust. Then you die, and that is the world of the unknown. We don’t know. Maybe everybody goes through different things when they die. My brother might go to heaven, and I might become a ghost, and my sister may be reborn.

What do you think? What do you think will happen the day your heart stops beating?

Things to Do

Every week I post a new blog, every Monday. I stick to that because it’s the only structure I have really set up for myself. Usually, after I post, I’ll float around in the blogging world, read blogs, comment, like; the normal. I didn’t get to do much of that last week.

Life starts getting in the way sometimes, and you can’t really stop it. I’ve had quite a bit of preparing to do for auditions for the school musical (wish me luck, next Tuesday is my audition), for this talent show thing at an old folks’ home that my best friend is organizing and forcing me to sing at, and quite a few quizzes and tests.

However, I will not let life get in the way of my weekly blog. Mostly because I know one blog a week isn’t much to ask of myself because some of you crazy cats out there blog every stinking day. That’s crazy. One blog a week isn’t much, and it keeps me from totally spamming the feed of all of my lovely followers, so I’m not going to stop, even if I only get one view a week.

I’m not used to having a life, and I presume it won’t last long once the new year is in (gosh the time went by fast, didn’t it?). I can’t be sure, though, because I will have to do rehearsals for the play. At least I’ll have something to actually blog about, right? (Here come the theater dork posts).

P.S. I think it’s worth mentioning that I considered calling this post “stuff to do” or “stuff got in the way” but I decided against it because any sentence or title that contains the word ‘stuff’ just makes me cringe for some reason. It’s a horrible word, really.