Happy new Year. I know it's a little late, but too bad. It's all you're getting. Hey, it's not as if anyone actually reads this blog anyway.
So hi. Howdy. Hello.
New Year, New Rosolutions.
Actually do some revision once in a while.
Actually do some homework once in a while.
Actually play the piano-okay, you know where this is going.
Let's not list them all.
Anyway, everything thinks I'm an awful singer. :( Except my mum. And me sometimes. Because while I can sing loudly and clearly (ha ha) in private, my public singing goes "Squeak croak mumble".
No, I'm joking. I can't actually sing at all.
Bye bye now. Gotta go fail my New Years Resolutions.
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Post #2
I know, I know, two posts in ten minutes. I really must be bored.
No, it's just that the last post was dedicated exclusively to the shuttle launch, and there is some other stuff I think I would benefit from rambling on about for a while.
First, Lateness.
At my school, every once in a while they implement the late queues. This means that if you are late, even by as little as a minute, you have to stand in a queue for half an hour and then explain to a member of the staff exactly why you are late.
Today, I had the bad luck to arrive at school to have the gate slammed shut in my face. A tad disheartened, I went around to the late entrance-to discover the late queues.
Now, maybe I'd better mention that no one is allowed in, but there are no teachers to supervise the queue. This means, predictably, that if you arrive first, you will be pushed and pushed and people will step in front of you until you are at the back.
I didn't arrive first, but I stood outside, in the freezing cold, with no coat, no gloves and my reputation as a total geek and goody-goody to endanger me.
New people arrived. instead of going to the back as I had done, they pushed through to the front. Soon I found myself beside a friend of mine, who had arrived much later than me, and yet, due to the shoving and pushing, was ahead of me in the line.
As I came closer to the door, I heard the bell for start of lessons ring. This is when I began to panic, because:
I HAD MY ACTUAL SPANISH GCSE WRITING ASSESSMENT FIRST LESSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was almost hyperventilating. I felt so stressed and scared that I nearly screamed at the big, scary sixth-former who shoved in front of me that I was there first. I complained loudly, something I, the innocent goody-goody, would never normally dream of doing, but nothing happened. I prayed that my more rowdy classmates would get bored and rush the desks, pushing their way through until I was the only one left to sign in, but it was not to be.
I was veyr panicked. My breathing quickened, and when I got to the front of the line the teacher slowly-oh so slowly-asked me why I was late. i replied quickly, but the damage was done.
I was late.
I raced through the corridors to reach my classroom. For a moment I breathed when I reached it, only to see that my teacher was halfway through explaining exactly what we were meant to do. Panicked and scared, with wild eyes, I tried to silently attract my teachers attention to apologise for being late. When that failed, I sat down, hurriedly unpacking my things.
However, my brain was frenzied and I was so panicked that once I had seated myself and loacted the equipment, I was too panicked to listen. I caught snatches of information, such as "I can't-" "Dictionary" and "folders", but I missed most of it. Then suddenly it was time to start.
I still felt panicked and harried, and I scribbled down some completely grammatically incorrect nonsense in order to get the words down on the page. I rushed and rushed, planning to complete at least a third of it by the end, as we had three lessons to complete it.
i wrote too much on the first bullet point, because I rambled on and on. I was too panicked to pace myself and think more carefully about my words and the spanish tumbled out of me in a mix of "I ate lunch tablets for breakfast and cheese had protein and I am a vegetarian therefore I am healthy".
By the time it was done, my twin had written almost half of hers, and begun copying it out in neat.
Disheartened and depressed, I watched as my teacher collected in our work, and my last chance to correct the mistakes I made was torn away.
I couldn't calm down until break, and that was only because I ate a chocolate brownie and five sugar cubes.
It was a real nightmare, I tell you. Horrible.
I don't really know what else to write, but with that inspiration, I doubt I'll have trouble with my English assessment tomorrow. Our task is to write a horror story. Do you think my GCSE horror will be good enough?
Even thinking about it has made me feel sick and panicked again. Urrgh.
By the way, did I mention it's my twin sister's birthday on Friday? Any idea what to get her?
No, nothing else is happening on the same day. Why do you ask?
No, it's just that the last post was dedicated exclusively to the shuttle launch, and there is some other stuff I think I would benefit from rambling on about for a while.
First, Lateness.
At my school, every once in a while they implement the late queues. This means that if you are late, even by as little as a minute, you have to stand in a queue for half an hour and then explain to a member of the staff exactly why you are late.
Today, I had the bad luck to arrive at school to have the gate slammed shut in my face. A tad disheartened, I went around to the late entrance-to discover the late queues.
Now, maybe I'd better mention that no one is allowed in, but there are no teachers to supervise the queue. This means, predictably, that if you arrive first, you will be pushed and pushed and people will step in front of you until you are at the back.
I didn't arrive first, but I stood outside, in the freezing cold, with no coat, no gloves and my reputation as a total geek and goody-goody to endanger me.
New people arrived. instead of going to the back as I had done, they pushed through to the front. Soon I found myself beside a friend of mine, who had arrived much later than me, and yet, due to the shoving and pushing, was ahead of me in the line.
As I came closer to the door, I heard the bell for start of lessons ring. This is when I began to panic, because:
I HAD MY ACTUAL SPANISH GCSE WRITING ASSESSMENT FIRST LESSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was almost hyperventilating. I felt so stressed and scared that I nearly screamed at the big, scary sixth-former who shoved in front of me that I was there first. I complained loudly, something I, the innocent goody-goody, would never normally dream of doing, but nothing happened. I prayed that my more rowdy classmates would get bored and rush the desks, pushing their way through until I was the only one left to sign in, but it was not to be.
I was veyr panicked. My breathing quickened, and when I got to the front of the line the teacher slowly-oh so slowly-asked me why I was late. i replied quickly, but the damage was done.
I was late.
I raced through the corridors to reach my classroom. For a moment I breathed when I reached it, only to see that my teacher was halfway through explaining exactly what we were meant to do. Panicked and scared, with wild eyes, I tried to silently attract my teachers attention to apologise for being late. When that failed, I sat down, hurriedly unpacking my things.
However, my brain was frenzied and I was so panicked that once I had seated myself and loacted the equipment, I was too panicked to listen. I caught snatches of information, such as "I can't-" "Dictionary" and "folders", but I missed most of it. Then suddenly it was time to start.
I still felt panicked and harried, and I scribbled down some completely grammatically incorrect nonsense in order to get the words down on the page. I rushed and rushed, planning to complete at least a third of it by the end, as we had three lessons to complete it.
i wrote too much on the first bullet point, because I rambled on and on. I was too panicked to pace myself and think more carefully about my words and the spanish tumbled out of me in a mix of "I ate lunch tablets for breakfast and cheese had protein and I am a vegetarian therefore I am healthy".
By the time it was done, my twin had written almost half of hers, and begun copying it out in neat.
Disheartened and depressed, I watched as my teacher collected in our work, and my last chance to correct the mistakes I made was torn away.
I couldn't calm down until break, and that was only because I ate a chocolate brownie and five sugar cubes.
It was a real nightmare, I tell you. Horrible.
I don't really know what else to write, but with that inspiration, I doubt I'll have trouble with my English assessment tomorrow. Our task is to write a horror story. Do you think my GCSE horror will be good enough?
Even thinking about it has made me feel sick and panicked again. Urrgh.
By the way, did I mention it's my twin sister's birthday on Friday? Any idea what to get her?
No, nothing else is happening on the same day. Why do you ask?
The Endeavour Launch
Hi again!
As you may have (or may not have) guessed from the title, this post is about the launch of the Space shuttle Endeavour.
It launched yesterday at about ten to nine GMT. I think. I may be wrong.
On Sunday, I got up early (Well, earlier than I'd normally get up on a Sunday) to watch the launch at 09:39 GMT, but it was scrubbed because of low cloud ceilings and rescheduled for yesterday.
I would have still watched it, but I have to go to this thing called "school" which was unfortunately at the same time.
:(
But it launched! At lunchtime I raced into the library to check the NASA website, and I was delighted to discover that the Endeavour STS-130 mission had launched!
With Commander George Zamka, Pilot Terry Virts and Mission specialists Kathryn Hire, Stephen Robinson, Robert Behnken and Nicholas Patrick.
It's Terry Virts first time in space, and this morning the shuttle crew woke up to the song "Give me your eyes" by Brandon Heath to commemorate that.
The song inspired me to write a poem about it (yes, I know, dull. Bear with me, okay?) which is short, rubbish and just plain weird. I'm going to post it here anyway. If you don't want to read it, skip down to the end of the italics.
Anticipation (Technically, It could also be titled"Daydreaming".)
The culmination of a lifetime's dream
Bravery and Anticipation
The dream to extend humanity's reach
Filled with nerves and exhilaration
An unexplored expanse,
Devoid of life,
Filled with Adevnture.
An empty vacuum,
Endless and secretive,
A hive of undiscovered information.
Reaching for the sky,
Terror and joy in one heart beat
This is where, finally
Dream and reality will meet.
Good, bad, worst thing you've ever read?
Let me know in the comments. I know it's a tad...well, insane...but try to see past that, will you? :)
Anyway, back To the subject of the Launch.
They are delivering the Tranquility Node to the ISS (International Space Station), which was created in Italy for the ESA (European Space Agency) and is one of the last major US components of the structure. Also the seven-windowed cupola room.
Also, the Shuttle Launch was NASA's last planned night-time launch. Ever.
The mission will last 13 days. Astronaut Nicholas Patrick is planning to try and tweet from space-as other astronauts are already doing-which should be interesting. His twitter username is @Astro-Nicholas. Or it might be @Astro_Nicholas. I'm not sure. Try both?
I find this all extremely interestind and could go on for much longer (As my two annoyed sisters know, after I rambled on for hours to each of them in turn about the failed launch, the real launch, what being a mission specialist entails, how astronauts enter and leave the shuttle, the purpose of the external fuel tank, and many other details).
I pretty much lectured my sister earlier when she tried to make me laugh by making up a comedy story where a girl tried to handcuff herself to a shuttle, File parts away with a nile file, and then mend it with chewing gum.
I lectured her, literally, for about 20 minutes before I got distracted. Silly Rebecca. There is no way anyone could handcuff themselves to the Orbiter. Something that can survive deep space could not be harmed by a nile file, and no, you can not mend a shuttle with chewing gum.
That is a very much shorter version of my lecture as you can probably tell. I also corrected her on other things, but I don't think I have to list every single mistake she made, do I? I'd only end up making one of my own.
NASA has stopped working to build a replacement for the shuttles when they stop being used. I wonder what the replacement, if/when built, will be like?
As you may have (or may not have) guessed from the title, this post is about the launch of the Space shuttle Endeavour.
It launched yesterday at about ten to nine GMT. I think. I may be wrong.
On Sunday, I got up early (Well, earlier than I'd normally get up on a Sunday) to watch the launch at 09:39 GMT, but it was scrubbed because of low cloud ceilings and rescheduled for yesterday.
I would have still watched it, but I have to go to this thing called "school" which was unfortunately at the same time.
:(
But it launched! At lunchtime I raced into the library to check the NASA website, and I was delighted to discover that the Endeavour STS-130 mission had launched!
With Commander George Zamka, Pilot Terry Virts and Mission specialists Kathryn Hire, Stephen Robinson, Robert Behnken and Nicholas Patrick.
It's Terry Virts first time in space, and this morning the shuttle crew woke up to the song "Give me your eyes" by Brandon Heath to commemorate that.
The song inspired me to write a poem about it (yes, I know, dull. Bear with me, okay?) which is short, rubbish and just plain weird. I'm going to post it here anyway. If you don't want to read it, skip down to the end of the italics.
Anticipation (Technically, It could also be titled"Daydreaming".)
The culmination of a lifetime's dream
Bravery and Anticipation
The dream to extend humanity's reach
Filled with nerves and exhilaration
An unexplored expanse,
Devoid of life,
Filled with Adevnture.
An empty vacuum,
Endless and secretive,
A hive of undiscovered information.
Reaching for the sky,
Terror and joy in one heart beat
This is where, finally
Dream and reality will meet.
Good, bad, worst thing you've ever read?
Let me know in the comments. I know it's a tad...well, insane...but try to see past that, will you? :)
Anyway, back To the subject of the Launch.
They are delivering the Tranquility Node to the ISS (International Space Station), which was created in Italy for the ESA (European Space Agency) and is one of the last major US components of the structure. Also the seven-windowed cupola room.
Also, the Shuttle Launch was NASA's last planned night-time launch. Ever.
The mission will last 13 days. Astronaut Nicholas Patrick is planning to try and tweet from space-as other astronauts are already doing-which should be interesting. His twitter username is @Astro-Nicholas. Or it might be @Astro_Nicholas. I'm not sure. Try both?
I find this all extremely interestind and could go on for much longer (As my two annoyed sisters know, after I rambled on for hours to each of them in turn about the failed launch, the real launch, what being a mission specialist entails, how astronauts enter and leave the shuttle, the purpose of the external fuel tank, and many other details).
I pretty much lectured my sister earlier when she tried to make me laugh by making up a comedy story where a girl tried to handcuff herself to a shuttle, File parts away with a nile file, and then mend it with chewing gum.
I lectured her, literally, for about 20 minutes before I got distracted. Silly Rebecca. There is no way anyone could handcuff themselves to the Orbiter. Something that can survive deep space could not be harmed by a nile file, and no, you can not mend a shuttle with chewing gum.
That is a very much shorter version of my lecture as you can probably tell. I also corrected her on other things, but I don't think I have to list every single mistake she made, do I? I'd only end up making one of my own.
NASA has stopped working to build a replacement for the shuttles when they stop being used. I wonder what the replacement, if/when built, will be like?
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Poetry
I, shaking in my boots (well, actually I'm barefoot, but no matter), am about to post some of my poetry on the large crtiqueing pool known as the internet.
Most of my poems are very personal, and also morbid, so I don't like doing this. Chances are, no one will read it anyway.
Most of my poems rhyme, but today I was kind of inspired to try and write non-rhyming ones by some people on a Young Writers forum.
Number 1, which (Thankfully) still has some rhymes in it:
Hides in the darkness of her dreams,
She won't show you what she feels
She holds it close, but it's not as it seems,
Behind her mask lies her lost soul.
She stares ahead
bruises hidden beneath her skin,
Not as thick as it seems.
Even she doesn't understand
A dam breaks,
A flood releases,
Emotions, lying, broken on the floor.
She hides her face
Cries herself to sleep
her only hopes are dreams of light,
Dashed away by her peers.
Can you see this girl?
She stands tall, alone, and proud
But this so-called pride hides her true face
Someday, it will be her shroud.
That's the better of the two, in my opinion. This next one is about the misunderstandings teenagers go through at school, but can really be applied to anyone who feels misunderstood, I think. As I said, No rhymes. (Bllrggh!) I like rhyming, and have never written any non-rhyming poetry before, so here goes:
My identity lost,
In what these others think of me,
What do they think?
Who do they think
I am?
The girl who:
Sits alone
Stands alone
Walks alone
The girl who:
whispers an answer to a question
Answers arubtly, rudely, simply
Is Not Their Friend.
This girl who:
never speaks
hides her feelings
scribbles in a notebook
The girl who:
mumbles a reply to my hello
Is too rude to speak to us
Won't lower herself to our level.
Is this how they see me,
I wonder through tears?
And is how I see them
Any better?
I think of them as:
rude
Cold
uncaring
I think of them as:
People unwilling to be friendly
People who won't reach out to a shy girl
People who let me stand alone.
I think of them as:
Confusing,
Those who ask questions to which I have no answer
and talk about subjects I can't comprehend.
Perhaps
We are all scared of each other.
Perhaps
If only I could find the words,
things would be different.
Perhaps...
Someday, I will think of them as friends.
....yeah. That's it. They're both rubbish but nevertheless, if anyone is reading this, I would appreciate your opinion on my (bad) poetry.
Thanks for reading!
from
Tamsin
Most of my poems are very personal, and also morbid, so I don't like doing this. Chances are, no one will read it anyway.
Most of my poems rhyme, but today I was kind of inspired to try and write non-rhyming ones by some people on a Young Writers forum.
Number 1, which (Thankfully) still has some rhymes in it:
Hides in the darkness of her dreams,
She won't show you what she feels
She holds it close, but it's not as it seems,
Behind her mask lies her lost soul.
She stares ahead
bruises hidden beneath her skin,
Not as thick as it seems.
Even she doesn't understand
A dam breaks,
A flood releases,
Emotions, lying, broken on the floor.
She hides her face
Cries herself to sleep
her only hopes are dreams of light,
Dashed away by her peers.
Can you see this girl?
She stands tall, alone, and proud
But this so-called pride hides her true face
Someday, it will be her shroud.
That's the better of the two, in my opinion. This next one is about the misunderstandings teenagers go through at school, but can really be applied to anyone who feels misunderstood, I think. As I said, No rhymes. (Bllrggh!) I like rhyming, and have never written any non-rhyming poetry before, so here goes:
My identity lost,
In what these others think of me,
What do they think?
Who do they think
I am?
The girl who:
Sits alone
Stands alone
Walks alone
The girl who:
whispers an answer to a question
Answers arubtly, rudely, simply
Is Not Their Friend.
This girl who:
never speaks
hides her feelings
scribbles in a notebook
The girl who:
mumbles a reply to my hello
Is too rude to speak to us
Won't lower herself to our level.
Is this how they see me,
I wonder through tears?
And is how I see them
Any better?
I think of them as:
rude
Cold
uncaring
I think of them as:
People unwilling to be friendly
People who won't reach out to a shy girl
People who let me stand alone.
I think of them as:
Confusing,
Those who ask questions to which I have no answer
and talk about subjects I can't comprehend.
Perhaps
We are all scared of each other.
Perhaps
If only I could find the words,
things would be different.
Perhaps...
Someday, I will think of them as friends.
....yeah. That's it. They're both rubbish but nevertheless, if anyone is reading this, I would appreciate your opinion on my (bad) poetry.
Thanks for reading!
from
Tamsin
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Trekker. The Term is TREKKER!!!
nuqneH!
Sorry for that, but I just read several blogs which ignored the evidence pointing towards Trekker being the correct term, and insited that Trekkies are more obsessed fans. Yes, I only recently came upon Star Trek, but I watch two or 3 episodes a day, and keep up with school. It's hard!
I've even started learnign Klingon, which caused some trouble at my family get-toghether ("Ah, it's okay if you like Star Trek " Says my cousin (I think he's a cousin anyway. May be related in some other way.) "It's only the ones who speak fluent Klingon that you have to worry about." Cue awkward silence and stares.)
Anyway, I once, briefly, heard the term Trekkie and used it, only to be corrected by a long-term fan (okay, my mum) who informed me that the term is Trekker. This has been backed up by reading Star Trek Memories by William Shatner and Chris Kreski. In the introduction, William Shatner describes his struggle to get his alarm clock to turn off as "in Trekker, an early morning Kobayashi Maru."
Nichelle Nichols, in her autobiography, states several times that although some people call them Trekkies, those people are generally not the fans, who prefer the term Trekkers. She also tells about an incident when a reporter made a disparaging comment about Trekkies. She pointed out that the fans saved Star Trek several times and have always supported it, and added "Oh, and it's Trekkers, by the way, not trekkies" To general aplause.
Leonard Nimoy stated in the 1991 Star Trek: 25th Anniversary Special that the term is Trekker.
In the documentary "Trekkies" Kate Mulgrew also said that trekkers are the ones who "walk among us" while trekkies are content to simply watch the show.
In contrast the only evidence I can find for the term Trekkie is it's original use by Arthur W. Saha, and Gene Roddenberry calling them Trekkies and saying that that was it because "he invented the term". (As I've said, however, Arthur W. Saha did that.)
Gene Roddenberry was also known to use the term Trekkers at times, despite those words above.
I feel like I should mention that my main sources are Star Trek Memories, Beyond Uhura, and Wikipedia, so I may have made a mistake. (I'd like to pint out, though, that only two of my pro-trekker points came from Wikipedia. the others came from my memory of reading Nichelle Nichols autobiography "Beyond Uhura" and "Star Trek Memories."
And obviously, you are free to use whichever term you like, even if that is *grumbleKlingonCurseMumble* Trekkies.
And I unfortunately can't remember how to say goodbye in Klingon (I'm new at this! I'll remember it soon!) so I must simply say:
Live Long and Prosper.
Sorry for that, but I just read several blogs which ignored the evidence pointing towards Trekker being the correct term, and insited that Trekkies are more obsessed fans. Yes, I only recently came upon Star Trek, but I watch two or 3 episodes a day, and keep up with school. It's hard!
I've even started learnign Klingon, which caused some trouble at my family get-toghether ("Ah, it's okay if you like Star Trek " Says my cousin (I think he's a cousin anyway. May be related in some other way.) "It's only the ones who speak fluent Klingon that you have to worry about." Cue awkward silence and stares.)
Anyway, I once, briefly, heard the term Trekkie and used it, only to be corrected by a long-term fan (okay, my mum) who informed me that the term is Trekker. This has been backed up by reading Star Trek Memories by William Shatner and Chris Kreski. In the introduction, William Shatner describes his struggle to get his alarm clock to turn off as "in Trekker, an early morning Kobayashi Maru."
Nichelle Nichols, in her autobiography, states several times that although some people call them Trekkies, those people are generally not the fans, who prefer the term Trekkers. She also tells about an incident when a reporter made a disparaging comment about Trekkies. She pointed out that the fans saved Star Trek several times and have always supported it, and added "Oh, and it's Trekkers, by the way, not trekkies" To general aplause.
Leonard Nimoy stated in the 1991 Star Trek: 25th Anniversary Special that the term is Trekker.
In the documentary "Trekkies" Kate Mulgrew also said that trekkers are the ones who "walk among us" while trekkies are content to simply watch the show.
In contrast the only evidence I can find for the term Trekkie is it's original use by Arthur W. Saha, and Gene Roddenberry calling them Trekkies and saying that that was it because "he invented the term". (As I've said, however, Arthur W. Saha did that.)
Gene Roddenberry was also known to use the term Trekkers at times, despite those words above.
I feel like I should mention that my main sources are Star Trek Memories, Beyond Uhura, and Wikipedia, so I may have made a mistake. (I'd like to pint out, though, that only two of my pro-trekker points came from Wikipedia. the others came from my memory of reading Nichelle Nichols autobiography "Beyond Uhura" and "Star Trek Memories."
And obviously, you are free to use whichever term you like, even if that is *grumbleKlingonCurseMumble* Trekkies.
And I unfortunately can't remember how to say goodbye in Klingon (I'm new at this! I'll remember it soon!) so I must simply say:
Live Long and Prosper.
Uhura and Star Trek and the End Of Time Part 2
Now, that is a very long title. It also describes pretty much what I plan to yatter on about in this post. :)
Let us start with Star Trek, simply because it is easier to explain that before starting on Uhura.
Star Trek is an absolutely wonderful Television program which began in the year 1966. Star Trek The Original Series starred William Shatner as Kirk, DeForrest Kelley as Dr. "Bones" McCoy, Leonard Nimoy as Spock, Jimmy Doohan as Scotty, George Takei as Sulu, Grace Lee Whitney as Yeoman Rand, Walter Koenig as Chekov and, my personal favourite, Nichelle Nichols as Lieutenant Nyota Uhura.
(Okay, I know any Trekkers-It is Trekkers, not Trekkies, both William Shatner and Nichelle Nichols say so!-Will be bemused at the very least at my recapping all this. It is something which everyone in the world should know. Unfortunately, like others, I, until a few months ago, didn't, which is why I am explaining.)
Now, you non-trekkers will have to understand that Star Trek was an extremely radical move in 1966. The first Pilot, The Cage, was rejected because it was too thought provoking. There wasn't enough action!
There were also two characters the network disliked-Number One, thewoman who was Second in Command, and Mr. Spock, a half human and half Vulcan alien who lived a life governed by logic.
The shows creator, Mr. Gene Roddenberry, knew he couldn't keep both characters, so he got rid of Number One-and, as he liked to joke about, married the actress who played her. He did fight to keep Mr. Spock- a wise move, considering how incredibly popular he was to become.
They then began creating a second pilot, entitled "Where no man has gone before". They intorduced for the second pilot an (amazing) actress called Nichelle Nichols, playing the (brilliant) character of Nyota Uhura.
This made television history, because Nichelle Nichols was the first black woman to play a non-stereotypical role on television. She became Uhura, a woman who was strong and extremely intelligent.
Dr. Martin Luther King himself saw her character and her acting as history in the making. Once, when she considered leaving the show because of the racism many people at the studio still mantained and the brutal cuts to her part, and he convinced her to stay.
Nichelle Nichols is such a huge inspiration. Her autobiography, Beyond Uhura, is a mind-blowing read.
She's an amazing actress, singer and dancer who continued to perform and follow her dream despite much adversary. She is amazing.
Actually, this post has been so long and so centered on Star Trek that I don't feel I can actually write about the Doctor Who episode The End Of Time Part 2 now. Maybe the next post....?
All the best,
Tamsin :)
Let us start with Star Trek, simply because it is easier to explain that before starting on Uhura.
Star Trek is an absolutely wonderful Television program which began in the year 1966. Star Trek The Original Series starred William Shatner as Kirk, DeForrest Kelley as Dr. "Bones" McCoy, Leonard Nimoy as Spock, Jimmy Doohan as Scotty, George Takei as Sulu, Grace Lee Whitney as Yeoman Rand, Walter Koenig as Chekov and, my personal favourite, Nichelle Nichols as Lieutenant Nyota Uhura.
(Okay, I know any Trekkers-It is Trekkers, not Trekkies, both William Shatner and Nichelle Nichols say so!-Will be bemused at the very least at my recapping all this. It is something which everyone in the world should know. Unfortunately, like others, I, until a few months ago, didn't, which is why I am explaining.)
Now, you non-trekkers will have to understand that Star Trek was an extremely radical move in 1966. The first Pilot, The Cage, was rejected because it was too thought provoking. There wasn't enough action!
There were also two characters the network disliked-Number One, thewoman who was Second in Command, and Mr. Spock, a half human and half Vulcan alien who lived a life governed by logic.
The shows creator, Mr. Gene Roddenberry, knew he couldn't keep both characters, so he got rid of Number One-and, as he liked to joke about, married the actress who played her. He did fight to keep Mr. Spock- a wise move, considering how incredibly popular he was to become.
They then began creating a second pilot, entitled "Where no man has gone before". They intorduced for the second pilot an (amazing) actress called Nichelle Nichols, playing the (brilliant) character of Nyota Uhura.
This made television history, because Nichelle Nichols was the first black woman to play a non-stereotypical role on television. She became Uhura, a woman who was strong and extremely intelligent.
Dr. Martin Luther King himself saw her character and her acting as history in the making. Once, when she considered leaving the show because of the racism many people at the studio still mantained and the brutal cuts to her part, and he convinced her to stay.
Nichelle Nichols is such a huge inspiration. Her autobiography, Beyond Uhura, is a mind-blowing read.
She's an amazing actress, singer and dancer who continued to perform and follow her dream despite much adversary. She is amazing.
Actually, this post has been so long and so centered on Star Trek that I don't feel I can actually write about the Doctor Who episode The End Of Time Part 2 now. Maybe the next post....?
All the best,
Tamsin :)
Sunday, 3 January 2010
Hiya!
Yes, it's yet another Boring Blog from Tamsin! Yay!
Ha ha.
I only got the sequel to Generation Dead, Kiss Of Life, on Christmas Day and I'm halfway through my second reading. It's just brilliant.
I just hope it turns into a trilogy or a quartet. I need, need, need to find out more!
On other matters, today is sunday, so I went to Church. We talked about New Years Resolutions and then played "Just a Minute" which is actually a radio show on, I think, BBC 4.
It was very funny.
I just had lunch with mi familia, and my granny is going home now. Can I say, though, how ridiculous it is that after we finished eating, my family lectured me for half an hour on how i should do my homework, and refusing to let me leave to do it?
How strange. But let's not go into how ridiculous it is to complain of that when I'm currently updating my blog, okay?
:)
Yesterday was cool. I went to Greenwich Market and had some yummy veggie stew and a Churro (?) which is a kind of brazilian doughnut thing. I also went to my old Best Friends B'day party with my twin.
I barely see her, so I have to go e-mail her now. I'll write more tomorrow, but on Tuesday *Gasp!Shock!Horror!* I go back to school.
See Ya!
from
Trekker Tamsin
Ha ha.
I only got the sequel to Generation Dead, Kiss Of Life, on Christmas Day and I'm halfway through my second reading. It's just brilliant.
I just hope it turns into a trilogy or a quartet. I need, need, need to find out more!
On other matters, today is sunday, so I went to Church. We talked about New Years Resolutions and then played "Just a Minute" which is actually a radio show on, I think, BBC 4.
It was very funny.
I just had lunch with mi familia, and my granny is going home now. Can I say, though, how ridiculous it is that after we finished eating, my family lectured me for half an hour on how i should do my homework, and refusing to let me leave to do it?
How strange. But let's not go into how ridiculous it is to complain of that when I'm currently updating my blog, okay?
:)
Yesterday was cool. I went to Greenwich Market and had some yummy veggie stew and a Churro (?) which is a kind of brazilian doughnut thing. I also went to my old Best Friends B'day party with my twin.
I barely see her, so I have to go e-mail her now. I'll write more tomorrow, but on Tuesday *Gasp!Shock!Horror!* I go back to school.
See Ya!
from
Trekker Tamsin
Friday, 1 January 2010
Happy New Year, amigos!
Hi Everyone!
As you probably all know, we have officially said goodbye to 2009 and hello to 2010. Yay!
Happy New Year!
So, I thought I'd think about important things in the months of the last year. Unfortunately, when I tried this, I couldn't think of anything.
So, an overview:
In the last year I:
Became 13
Ended Year 8/ Started Year 9
Saw Mamma Mia
Re-discovered Star Trek
Met Tom Baker
Got signed off the patient list of CAMHS
Met Terry Farrel
Met Nicole DeBoer
Was Tybalt in a school play of Romeo and Juliet
joined the school Performing Arts Club
Cried because A) My Drama Teacher is ill and B) Drama club was disbanded
Was entered, despite being the quietest girl in the year, into the semi-finals of a public speaking competition
Learnt a bit more Spanish (See title)
And Probably a few more things.
Now, onto my New Years Resolutions:
To Get an early night at least once a week
To wake up early and not be late for school
To do all my homework on time
To keep my room tidy
And To finally start having horse riding lessons regurlarly.
This is a boring post, and I'm sorry for that, but I have to go watch a comedy movie with my family now, so Bye!
As you probably all know, we have officially said goodbye to 2009 and hello to 2010. Yay!
Happy New Year!
So, I thought I'd think about important things in the months of the last year. Unfortunately, when I tried this, I couldn't think of anything.
So, an overview:
In the last year I:
Became 13
Ended Year 8/ Started Year 9
Saw Mamma Mia
Re-discovered Star Trek
Met Tom Baker
Got signed off the patient list of CAMHS
Met Terry Farrel
Met Nicole DeBoer
Was Tybalt in a school play of Romeo and Juliet
joined the school Performing Arts Club
Cried because A) My Drama Teacher is ill and B) Drama club was disbanded
Was entered, despite being the quietest girl in the year, into the semi-finals of a public speaking competition
Learnt a bit more Spanish (See title)
And Probably a few more things.
Now, onto my New Years Resolutions:
To Get an early night at least once a week
To wake up early and not be late for school
To do all my homework on time
To keep my room tidy
And To finally start having horse riding lessons regurlarly.
This is a boring post, and I'm sorry for that, but I have to go watch a comedy movie with my family now, so Bye!
Thursday, 31 December 2009
Me again
Hi.
I bet you're all thinking, "Wow! She must be bored to update twice in two days!"
And you'd be right. That and I'm trying to avoid doing my geography homework by blogging and reading Star Trek fanfiction.
Ahhh! Where did my brain go?
Something which is truly important which I don't think I mentioned in my last blog is my plan to become an astronaut. Obviously, as I'm only 13, I have a long time to wait!
I am trying to work on the qualities that an astronaut needs, such as concentration.
Oops.
I'll have to try harder. I'm also trying to find out whether it is possible for a short-sighted person, whose vision problems are corrected by glasses, can become an astronaut. Different sources tell me different things.
Beyond Uhura by Nichelle Nichols unexpectedly told me that astronauts can in fact be short sighted, whilst How To Become An Astronaut by Amanda Li says the opposite.
I hope Ms Nichols is correct, because otherwise my dreams are kinda sunk.
I just finished reading Brisingr by Christopher Paoloni! It is so, so brilliant. I can't wait for the next book to come out.
Or for Doctor Who: The End Of Time Part 2, which airs tomorrow. What will happen?
Suspense is mean.
....And I've run out of things to say. Hopefully I'll write again soon. It's good writing practice, anyway, and at least I'm "Expressing Myself". My psychologist would be please.
Bye,
from
Tamsin
I bet you're all thinking, "Wow! She must be bored to update twice in two days!"
And you'd be right. That and I'm trying to avoid doing my geography homework by blogging and reading Star Trek fanfiction.
Ahhh! Where did my brain go?
Something which is truly important which I don't think I mentioned in my last blog is my plan to become an astronaut. Obviously, as I'm only 13, I have a long time to wait!
I am trying to work on the qualities that an astronaut needs, such as concentration.
Oops.
I'll have to try harder. I'm also trying to find out whether it is possible for a short-sighted person, whose vision problems are corrected by glasses, can become an astronaut. Different sources tell me different things.
Beyond Uhura by Nichelle Nichols unexpectedly told me that astronauts can in fact be short sighted, whilst How To Become An Astronaut by Amanda Li says the opposite.
I hope Ms Nichols is correct, because otherwise my dreams are kinda sunk.
I just finished reading Brisingr by Christopher Paoloni! It is so, so brilliant. I can't wait for the next book to come out.
Or for Doctor Who: The End Of Time Part 2, which airs tomorrow. What will happen?
Suspense is mean.
....And I've run out of things to say. Hopefully I'll write again soon. It's good writing practice, anyway, and at least I'm "Expressing Myself". My psychologist would be please.
Bye,
from
Tamsin
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Long time no see!
And it has been an awfully long time since I've updated this. Truth be told, I can't even remember when it last was. The end of last NaNoWriMo, perhaps?
Anyway, it was a year ago at the very least.
If anyone is reading this, Happy Christmas! I know it was a few days ago, but I hope you had a good Christmas anyway.
Now, onto updates!
In the last year I have:
Discovered MyLifeIsAverage.com
Re-learnt the words to the pokemon theme tune
Fallen way behind on my homework
Read the sequel to Generation Dead
Been forbidden from participating in NaNoWriMo
Desperately missed Doctor Who
Been ecstatic at each Doctor Who special
Read an awful lot
and loads of boring stuff.
However, my best achievement (After, of course, escaping the insanity which gripped me for eight years) is this:
I DISCOVERED STAR TREK!!
I know, I know. This seems trivial. But not to me.
I used to watch Star Trek when I was really young, my favourite character being Molly O'Brien and my favourite episode "Time's Orphan". I was very disapointed to learn of it's correct name, because for years, my sisters and I have re-enacted it, time and time again, calling it simply "Molly and the big black hole."
In recent years, I haven't watched it. It stopped being on at convenient times, I didn't watch television, and it was "The Show That Mum Likes."
I was extremely reluctant, in fact, to even watch the new Star Trek movie. I was adamant that it would be aimed at fans and have so much background for me to understand a word of it.
I even remember (Oh how I laugh now!) hearing them, in the opening scenes, mention Klingons and grumpily thinking "Oh great, it's already steeped in background. What in the multiverse are Klingons?"
Ah, pitiable younger me. :)
I was at the edge of my seat for the entire film. I loved it. Action, Sci-fi, adventure-although, as I hate so-called "mature" scenes, some of Kirk's behavoiur was repugnant to me.
As I know say, in the best form of a bad joke, my love for Star Trek was born with an action packed movie, a few childhood memories, and a desperate need to go to the toilet.
A little embarrassing, but it was said to my twin. She understands. She has now also been elevated to Trekker-dom, despite at first claiming that "The Cowboy dude was better", referring to Night At The Museum 2, which we had viewed earlier in the week.
Well! I haven't seen anywhere near all the episodes, but I watch Trek daily, am attempting to learn Klingon, attend conventions, wear costumes in casual situations-well, My life has changed a lot.
Star Trek- the epitome of awesome television.
from
Trekker Tamsin
P.S If anyone reading this thinks I'm a geek or a dork, keep in mind that, never having watched Star Wars, My taste in sci-fi is awesome. I think.
Anyway, it was a year ago at the very least.
If anyone is reading this, Happy Christmas! I know it was a few days ago, but I hope you had a good Christmas anyway.
Now, onto updates!
In the last year I have:
Discovered MyLifeIsAverage.com
Re-learnt the words to the pokemon theme tune
Fallen way behind on my homework
Read the sequel to Generation Dead
Been forbidden from participating in NaNoWriMo
Desperately missed Doctor Who
Been ecstatic at each Doctor Who special
Read an awful lot
and loads of boring stuff.
However, my best achievement (After, of course, escaping the insanity which gripped me for eight years) is this:
I DISCOVERED STAR TREK!!
I know, I know. This seems trivial. But not to me.
I used to watch Star Trek when I was really young, my favourite character being Molly O'Brien and my favourite episode "Time's Orphan". I was very disapointed to learn of it's correct name, because for years, my sisters and I have re-enacted it, time and time again, calling it simply "Molly and the big black hole."
In recent years, I haven't watched it. It stopped being on at convenient times, I didn't watch television, and it was "The Show That Mum Likes."
I was extremely reluctant, in fact, to even watch the new Star Trek movie. I was adamant that it would be aimed at fans and have so much background for me to understand a word of it.
I even remember (Oh how I laugh now!) hearing them, in the opening scenes, mention Klingons and grumpily thinking "Oh great, it's already steeped in background. What in the multiverse are Klingons?"
Ah, pitiable younger me. :)
I was at the edge of my seat for the entire film. I loved it. Action, Sci-fi, adventure-although, as I hate so-called "mature" scenes, some of Kirk's behavoiur was repugnant to me.
As I know say, in the best form of a bad joke, my love for Star Trek was born with an action packed movie, a few childhood memories, and a desperate need to go to the toilet.
A little embarrassing, but it was said to my twin. She understands. She has now also been elevated to Trekker-dom, despite at first claiming that "The Cowboy dude was better", referring to Night At The Museum 2, which we had viewed earlier in the week.
Well! I haven't seen anywhere near all the episodes, but I watch Trek daily, am attempting to learn Klingon, attend conventions, wear costumes in casual situations-well, My life has changed a lot.
Star Trek- the epitome of awesome television.
from
Trekker Tamsin
P.S If anyone reading this thinks I'm a geek or a dork, keep in mind that, never having watched Star Wars, My taste in sci-fi is awesome. I think.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
What a strange perosn i appear to be...
Okay, so i haven't updated in a little *Coughlongcough* time, but i kind of lost my password...heh heh.
Anyhoo, my life is quite odd at the moment. Everything in reality that i am looking forward to is in the next few weeks. Everything on TV that i am looking forward to is in 2010.
Reality: Casting of school play, agent watching drama class, entering My Camp Rock, my birthday, finding out whether i can go to this summer camp thing.
TV: Doctor Who new series-with teh new Doctor, Matt Smith!-, My favourite book series Percy Jackson and theOlympians is being made into a film, and...ummm....Well, i don't watch TV all that much, okay!
I have finally managed to update a few of my stories on fanfiction.net as well. I've even begun a new one, a comedy called Annabeth's Headache. Now everyone is asking me to continue it and i'm like But how? I don't knkow what happens next!
I will try, though. I lvoe the fanfic too, and i did promise.
I am reading this book, Remembrance, by Theresa Breslin for Accelerated Reading at school. I am one of the top readers because I never stop reading! I read very fast, and at least one book a day.
It is a very good book. It is amazing, and beautiful, and moving, and sad, and so many other things. It is wonderful.
I've also been reading a book by Alyssa Brugman, Walking Naked. It's just amazing. I could really identify with one character, a girl called Perdita. It is really well written and is a realistic
depiction of what life is actually like in schools today.
It was just....wow. I actually e-mailed the author to tell her this, and she replied very nicely! She even gave me some advice!
Percy Jackson and the Olympians is the best book series ever, all of my favourite books end in death, whenever i write stories recurring themes are torture, grief, pain, betrayal and death.
Okay then.
I'm not as morbid as you'd think, well, maybe i am. Who knows? Not me. Well, no one but me would. I do think about death and other such serious matters quite a lot. I plan to become a diplomat when i am older, so that i can help to bring peace to the world.
This is better than a diary in some ways for organising my thoughts. It doesn't matter who reas it, it's easy to write, it's just my brain, completely unedited.
Happy New year to anyone reading this. I hope you had a good christmas.
For Christmas i got 4 Toblerone! I love Toblerone! I also got 2 cds, 24 books (Yes, i counted!), some stickers, 4 pairs of socks, a few pens, 2 notebooks, and some more chocolate.
I have a big family.
Yay!
Anyway, i'm desperate to go to this summer camp in the US based on my fave book series, but we have not got enough money because plane tickets are so expensive! I havenm't stopped thinking about it since i found out of its existence, and i hold out hope. Just.
Best wishes,
Tiamat.
Anyhoo, my life is quite odd at the moment. Everything in reality that i am looking forward to is in the next few weeks. Everything on TV that i am looking forward to is in 2010.
Reality: Casting of school play, agent watching drama class, entering My Camp Rock, my birthday, finding out whether i can go to this summer camp thing.
TV: Doctor Who new series-with teh new Doctor, Matt Smith!-, My favourite book series Percy Jackson and theOlympians is being made into a film, and...ummm....Well, i don't watch TV all that much, okay!
I have finally managed to update a few of my stories on fanfiction.net as well. I've even begun a new one, a comedy called Annabeth's Headache. Now everyone is asking me to continue it and i'm like But how? I don't knkow what happens next!
I will try, though. I lvoe the fanfic too, and i did promise.
I am reading this book, Remembrance, by Theresa Breslin for Accelerated Reading at school. I am one of the top readers because I never stop reading! I read very fast, and at least one book a day.
It is a very good book. It is amazing, and beautiful, and moving, and sad, and so many other things. It is wonderful.
I've also been reading a book by Alyssa Brugman, Walking Naked. It's just amazing. I could really identify with one character, a girl called Perdita. It is really well written and is a realistic
depiction of what life is actually like in schools today.
It was just....wow. I actually e-mailed the author to tell her this, and she replied very nicely! She even gave me some advice!
Percy Jackson and the Olympians is the best book series ever, all of my favourite books end in death, whenever i write stories recurring themes are torture, grief, pain, betrayal and death.
Okay then.
I'm not as morbid as you'd think, well, maybe i am. Who knows? Not me. Well, no one but me would. I do think about death and other such serious matters quite a lot. I plan to become a diplomat when i am older, so that i can help to bring peace to the world.
This is better than a diary in some ways for organising my thoughts. It doesn't matter who reas it, it's easy to write, it's just my brain, completely unedited.
Happy New year to anyone reading this. I hope you had a good christmas.
For Christmas i got 4 Toblerone! I love Toblerone! I also got 2 cds, 24 books (Yes, i counted!), some stickers, 4 pairs of socks, a few pens, 2 notebooks, and some more chocolate.
I have a big family.
Yay!
Anyway, i'm desperate to go to this summer camp in the US based on my fave book series, but we have not got enough money because plane tickets are so expensive! I havenm't stopped thinking about it since i found out of its existence, and i hold out hope. Just.
Best wishes,
Tiamat.
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Secure and loved
Ok, i know i'm using my blog as a diary and it may be silly to confide all this in complete strangers. But you know what? It feels easier. I mean, writing stuff in a diary gives you a certain degree fo comfort, but it doesn't feel like anyone has heard you or you can get advice back.
So now i get to the point of this:
My mum just cut my hair for me and i felt really happy and safe and she did this thing she used to do when i was little and i loved it. I felt free again.
Then i mentioned how sometimes i wish i was still a toddler and asked my mum if she felt the same.
I meant if she ever wished she was a toddler, but her answer surprised me. She said that she wished that my twin and I were toddlers all the time, because when we were toddlers we were happy and free and there was a glint in our eyes showing that we knew we were secure and loved.
Apparently when my dad left that glint disapeared. I'm not surprised. After my dad left i thought no one loved me for a while. But my mum sounded so sad and wistful talking about it.
She said that even though i was secure an dlove,d i still didn't loook like i knew it.
The truth is, sometimes i don't. But i know my mum loves me and this has just proved it for me.
I do have a loving family who have stuck by me through thick and thin. I have suhc an amazing family.
So i would like to say now, mum, bobby, beco, You are the best family that anyone could ever wish for and i will always love you.
I used nicknames for my sisters by the way. I didn't think thye'd want their names online.
So now i get to the point of this:
My mum just cut my hair for me and i felt really happy and safe and she did this thing she used to do when i was little and i loved it. I felt free again.
Then i mentioned how sometimes i wish i was still a toddler and asked my mum if she felt the same.
I meant if she ever wished she was a toddler, but her answer surprised me. She said that she wished that my twin and I were toddlers all the time, because when we were toddlers we were happy and free and there was a glint in our eyes showing that we knew we were secure and loved.
Apparently when my dad left that glint disapeared. I'm not surprised. After my dad left i thought no one loved me for a while. But my mum sounded so sad and wistful talking about it.
She said that even though i was secure an dlove,d i still didn't loook like i knew it.
The truth is, sometimes i don't. But i know my mum loves me and this has just proved it for me.
I do have a loving family who have stuck by me through thick and thin. I have suhc an amazing family.
So i would like to say now, mum, bobby, beco, You are the best family that anyone could ever wish for and i will always love you.
I used nicknames for my sisters by the way. I didn't think thye'd want their names online.
NaNoWriMo winner 2008!
After working very hard all day, i am pleased to announce that i have just had my novel word count validated on teh YWP NaNoWriMo Website, and i have been officially declared a Winner!#
It was hard but thanks to Write Or Die, with gives a negative stimulus to keep you writing, i managed it! 50,000 words in 30 days!
I also have a new pen-pal. Its wierd, because we met on a pen pal website. My twin started e-mailing her and her best friend, and then i started e-mailing her too! It really is a small world.
WE had to walk to church this morning because the car is being mended. Its going to take all week so i'll probably lose a lot of weight walking to guides, to school, home, to drama, to piano, to singing.
My legs hurt already!
We got teh bus back though. We've lost our Oyster cards and she had to get us these temporary ones. It was quite weird.
I really like the book Twilight. If you're wondering how i went from buses to Twilight, here it is-after getting the Oyster cards, we went into the Odeon to see if we could book tickets for it yet. We're going with some friends in a group when school finishes. Twiligth comes out on the same day.
I can't wait til Christmas! I have had such a busy month and December will probably be no less busy. It will still be fun though. I plan o updating some of my fanfictions. I haven't done that in about a year so the few readers that i get will probably be annoyed.
Here is my winner icon thing from NaNoWriMo:
Bye for now everyone!
It was hard but thanks to Write Or Die, with gives a negative stimulus to keep you writing, i managed it! 50,000 words in 30 days!
I also have a new pen-pal. Its wierd, because we met on a pen pal website. My twin started e-mailing her and her best friend, and then i started e-mailing her too! It really is a small world.
WE had to walk to church this morning because the car is being mended. Its going to take all week so i'll probably lose a lot of weight walking to guides, to school, home, to drama, to piano, to singing.
My legs hurt already!
We got teh bus back though. We've lost our Oyster cards and she had to get us these temporary ones. It was quite weird.
I really like the book Twilight. If you're wondering how i went from buses to Twilight, here it is-after getting the Oyster cards, we went into the Odeon to see if we could book tickets for it yet. We're going with some friends in a group when school finishes. Twiligth comes out on the same day.
I can't wait til Christmas! I have had such a busy month and December will probably be no less busy. It will still be fun though. I plan o updating some of my fanfictions. I haven't done that in about a year so the few readers that i get will probably be annoyed.
YAY YAY YAY I WON!!!
Sorry, couldn't resist. I am so pleased! I didn't think i'd make it but i did! I have written it and now all i have to do is revise my novel. And edit it. A lot. So get rid of the "all i have to do is". It is going to be a lot of work. But i can't wait!
Here is my winner icon thing from NaNoWriMo:
Bye for now everyone!
Saturday, 29 November 2008
The thoughts of today
This is my blog, so, lets all talk about me! Hiya!
Only joking.Except that this is about my thoughts. I don't have anyone else's to share with you, sorry, I mean, i'm not telepathetic after all!
That's a quote from one of my favourite books, Generation Dead by Daneil Winters. One of the characters jokes that she has telepathic powers, but that they're more telepathetic than telepathic.
I finished that book today, but it was amzing! A great blog for other Generation Dead fans to visit is www.mysocalledundeath.com
It is another blog on here, sharing the same name as the blog of Tommy Williams, one of hte main characters.
On to other things, i am taking part in NaNoWriMo, which is National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write 50,000 words in the month of November. Despite the fact that there is only one more day and i am about 10 days behind, I am going to succeed!
Hopefullly.
Then i will edit it, and rewrite it, and delete parts, and then when that is all done after about 2 years i will send query letters out to some publishers.
I'll probably end up talking about my day, my fave books, any movies or TV shows i've seen, all my obsessions and my progress on my own novel on here. I might even ask for help with homework!
Not that anyone is likely to actually read this. This blog, after all, is simply the ponderings of a teenage girl. A teenage girl who is on the Young Writer's Program for NaNoWriMo.
I don't know what else to say, except that sometimes i get really morbid. So don't worry if istart questioning death and all sorts of stuff one here, folks! I am (Hopefully) sane. Although i might be crazy, considering i think i can write 12,000 words in one day. Then again, my twin sister managed it, so why shouldn't i?
I really miss Macbeth. I starred in a school play of Macbeth last year, as Macbeth, and it was so amazing. I felt like i had done something i would be proud of forever. My Drama teacher was the first person to really belive in me, because despite the fact that I was younger than everyone else and i had only just joined the drama club, she beleived i could learn my lines and practise and do well.
Now my Drama Teacher, who's name i am not going to share, is ill and i miss her. She is reallly nice and she treats us all like adults. You can always trust her.
I am making her a Get Well Soon card. There are auditions for our next play, Romeo and Juliet, on Tuesday and i don't think i can do it without my teacher there to support me. She made me feel confident in myself last year. Now that she is ill i don't feel like i can act well at all. I am going to do my best though.
For my teahcer. I want her to be proud of me.
Only joking.Except that this is about my thoughts. I don't have anyone else's to share with you, sorry, I mean, i'm not telepathetic after all!
That's a quote from one of my favourite books, Generation Dead by Daneil Winters. One of the characters jokes that she has telepathic powers, but that they're more telepathetic than telepathic.
I finished that book today, but it was amzing! A great blog for other Generation Dead fans to visit is www.mysocalledundeath.com
It is another blog on here, sharing the same name as the blog of Tommy Williams, one of hte main characters.
On to other things, i am taking part in NaNoWriMo, which is National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write 50,000 words in the month of November. Despite the fact that there is only one more day and i am about 10 days behind, I am going to succeed!
Hopefullly.
Then i will edit it, and rewrite it, and delete parts, and then when that is all done after about 2 years i will send query letters out to some publishers.
I'll probably end up talking about my day, my fave books, any movies or TV shows i've seen, all my obsessions and my progress on my own novel on here. I might even ask for help with homework!
Not that anyone is likely to actually read this. This blog, after all, is simply the ponderings of a teenage girl. A teenage girl who is on the Young Writer's Program for NaNoWriMo.
I don't know what else to say, except that sometimes i get really morbid. So don't worry if istart questioning death and all sorts of stuff one here, folks! I am (Hopefully) sane. Although i might be crazy, considering i think i can write 12,000 words in one day. Then again, my twin sister managed it, so why shouldn't i?
I really miss Macbeth. I starred in a school play of Macbeth last year, as Macbeth, and it was so amazing. I felt like i had done something i would be proud of forever. My Drama teacher was the first person to really belive in me, because despite the fact that I was younger than everyone else and i had only just joined the drama club, she beleived i could learn my lines and practise and do well.
Now my Drama Teacher, who's name i am not going to share, is ill and i miss her. She is reallly nice and she treats us all like adults. You can always trust her.
I am making her a Get Well Soon card. There are auditions for our next play, Romeo and Juliet, on Tuesday and i don't think i can do it without my teacher there to support me. She made me feel confident in myself last year. Now that she is ill i don't feel like i can act well at all. I am going to do my best though.
For my teahcer. I want her to be proud of me.
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