Day #7 Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel

I could come up with about a million things to rant about because frankly, I am only a human being, and I feel very strong emotions in very strong ways and wish I could do very strong things to people that would get me very strong reactions. But I also have a very strong desire not to get my lights knocked out and my face punched into my skull.  So I try not to blow up at people in such a way that could make them want to hurt me in ways that hurt very strongly. But this is an invitation, and I would be very happy to oblige.

People who think you are better than other people, please enter the room because this little shpeel was made especially for you. Crazy is currently in control and he  just finished locking sanity, logic, and rationalization in the basement.

 Oh, and he swallowed the key, too.

So here we go.

(WARNING: People who are not one of the people listed below (a.k.a nice people), this is not targeted at you but rather at mean people and this blog is simply meant for your enjoyment and mutual agreement.)

Dear People who think you are better than other people/yuppies/jerks/you-think-you're-so-cool-that-people-go-blind-from-even-looking-at-you:


 As far as I checked, you are a human being.

 (No, I'm sorry, I know your mom (and maybe your own conscience) might have told you differently,  but you are not God. ) Do you know what that means? It  means that sometimes you are very, very, very, very, very stupid. And stupidity is one of the things we human beings are very, very, very, very, very good at. And also it's one of those things that we all have in common. We all do stupid things, EVEN YOU. So next time you laugh at Jimmy because he trips over his own shoelaces, remember that time that YOU tripped over YOUR OWN shoelaces and fell down the stairs, broke your nose, and skipped school for days because your nose looked like a mutant potatoe. (Of course that story does not apply to everyone. It might not apply to ANYONE. But IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU AND YOU KNOW IT!) You call someone stupid? Remember that you're stupid too. And you're stupid for telling someone else that they are stupid because that is STUPID.

Another thing that I previously mentioned before that you should also know, people who think you are better than other people/yuppies/jerks/you-think-you're-so-cool-that-people-go-blind-from-looking-at-you, last time I checked (yeah, I have my SOURCES!) you ARE NOT GOD. Yes. I said IT. YOU. ARE. NOT. A GOD. A GODDNESS. OR GOD OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT.Want proof?  When I open up the Bible and turn to the nativity part about a new born baby, the son of God, holy is his name let us worship him, hallelujah Amen, I DO NOT SEE YOUR NAME THERE. I do not see the sentence : "And you shall call him *insert YOUR name*" I see "And you shall call him Jesus." 

Are you Jesus? Um, let me see. NO. 

So, until you can find a way to become Jesus (which is very unlikely to happen  on account of you are  a person who thinks you are better than other people/yuppie/jerk/you-think-you're-so-cool-people-go-blind-from-even-looking-at-you.) you can consider yourself a normal human being of whom I will NEVER worship. Also, if you believe you're God, try convincing your mother that she's the virgin Mary too. Good luck.

Also, I really do have a question for you. What originally made you think you were better than everyone else and that only certain people qualify as humans who deserve respect and others don't?

Everybody is human.

Unless they are aliens, but that's besides the point.

You are not the judge of worthy-ness. Everyone is worthy of respect (except for you because you have established yourself as a  person who thinks you are better than other people/yuppie/jerk/you-think-you're-so-cool-people-go-blind-from-even-looking-at-you). 

So why not treat everybody right? Let Jesus do the judging. (and NO I don't CARE if your mom  finally just told you she was the virgin Mary--you are NOT JESUS!)

And to end this rant I would like to leave you, people who think you are better than other people/yuppies/jerks/you-think-you're-so-cool-that-people-go-blind-from-looking-at-you, with the following statement:

Remember: You are stupid.

:)




Rant over.

Day #6As a hyper intelligent pan-dimensional being, what is the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and everything? What is the ultimate question?

What is the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything? I think we all know it's 42. Pretty sure everyone who knows anything also knows that the  answer is 42, a.k.a 6 multiplied by 7, (also a.k.a 6 multiplied by 9.....yes, I know that doesn't equal 42....but it DOES.) Deep Thought Computer was programmed to discover the Answer, but in realizing that the beings who created him didn't actually know the true, overall Ultimate Question, he found that the first  Answer he computed was inscrutable and discovered that the REAL ANSWER was 42. If you'd like more information, refer to this website:

http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview/id/35935.html

But, because 42 is such a basic answer, and I myself haven't read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, I'll just give you my own little speel on what I think.

BASICALLY, the meaning of life is to discover the meaning of life. 

Mind. BLOW. 

So, the Answer to the Question is really the Question itself. The Answer and the Question are one in the same, therefore, there is no way to discover the Question/Answer until we die at which time will we know the Answer to the Question that is the Answer that is the Question. You see? The meaning of life is very simple when it is broken down into such basic terms. The meaning of life is only six words, really.

Also, there is no basic answer to the ULTIMATE question because the Ultimate question in itself is an abstract idea that holds no physical or even psychological value, truly. In order to discover the Answer we would have to know the Question but we don't know the Question because we don't know that there is an Answer that we have yet to find that needs a Question in order to solve. 

This means that in asking the Ultimate question: "What is the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything?" we have basically answered it because, like I said, the Question is the Answer is the Answer is the Question.

So. To conclude: The answer to "What is the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything" is to discover what the answer is to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Good luck. 

Oh, and a side note: 
(In Life, the Universe and Everything, Prak, a man who knows all that is true, confirms that 42 is indeed The Answer, and confirms that it is impossible for both The Answer and The Question to be known in the same universe  as they will cancel each other out and take the Universe with them to be replaced by something even more bizarre  and that it may have already happened.)

Day #5 Tell a story from your childhood.

Childhood stories. I have a LOT of those!

Probably one of the most vivid memories I have was when a tornado blew through my childhood town.

 I was around 8 years old, and we were living in a one level, three bedroom house--complete with a quaint living room and a minuscule kitchen. It was tiny and cozy, but the complete opposite of anything that could be considered safe during a major storm. We didn’t have a basement, or a cellar, and the town we currently lived in was at the tip of Illinois, right at the edge of  tornado alley.  Mere hours before it hit town, my family of six was sleeping soundly in our beds. I never really understood what was happening when I was awakened by a loud knocking on our door, the sound of  anxious voices, the whistle of the wind tearing through the trees, and the frantic running of my parents feet through the house. Moments later, me and my sister’s bedroom door was flung open, the light switch was turned on hastily, and my dad's voice broke through the silence of sleep.  

"Get dressed--HURRY--and don't forget to put on socks!" He said.

Me and my sister shot out of our beds like lightning. Faith jumped off the top bunk,  the loud thump of her feet hitting the floor making me flinch, and stared at me, her eyes like dinner plates, "What's happening?!" I looked back at her and shrugged. 

We tore through our room, throwing our PJ's to the floor and yanking jeans and long sleeve shirts on our bodies. We didn't put on socks. We grabbed our blankets and pillows and ripped through the hallway to the living room where our younger sister Lydia was lazily lounging on the couch, half-asleep, and oblivious to everything going on around her. 

The next few seconds were a chaotic blur. My parents appeared out of their bedroom, my mom carrying my youngest sister, only a baby, in a carrier. My dad's face was wrinkled with worry, his arms full of other supplies and paraphernalia. 

 My mom swiftly handed me my youngest sister, Vanessa,  and took Faith and I by the arms, pulling us towards the door. With a yank, the door flew open, smacking the wall with a loud clap like thunder, and we raced to the van, the wind ripping our hair and clothes back.

 We were in the van in seconds, and my mom left us in, then raced back to the house to help my dad carry Lydia and the other supplies we brought. 

I looked out the window. The trees were dancing terribly, their leaves shaking almost with fear. Leaves, litter, and hay were flying through the air. The sky was dark, stained black as embers, and looming over us like a massive monster.

 The next few seconds, again, were a blur. My parents suddenly sprinted out the front door, and were in the van. Before I comprehended it, we were driving. "Where are we going?" I asked. My dad replied back gruffly, "The church. There's a basement there we'll be safe in." So we sped across town like a speeding train, rain beating at the windshield like mad. 

When we got to the church, we filed out of the van as fast as was possible, our arms full of our things and our hearts racing, stomachs tight like knives. The few pain staking seconds it took for my dad to put the key in the lock, drop it, then stuff it back in again to unlock the door was torturous. I remember screaming out in fear, only to be hushed by my mother. Nothing sounded as sweet to me as the woosh of the glass church door being opened, and the soft rush of safety that greeted us.

  Once we were in, sweet relief flooded through us like streams. We ran to one of the basement rooms and made camp there, throwing our blankets on the floor, cuddling up, trying to keep the jitters at bay. I remember my dad pulling out a storm radio. He let it drone in the background as my mom got me and my other sisters singing, to distract us from the storm. My parents unwrapped baby Vanessa from her baby bundle and let her crawl around. I remember how much that comforted me. Here was a baby, completely oblivious to danger, who simply enjoyed being with her family, having no idea of the stress that we had all suffered from.  

What would have happened if our neighbor hadn’t warned us about the storm? If the storm actually had blown through our town and not around it (which was what we discovered had happened the next morning) , would we have survived? 

I don't really remember if I fell asleep that night. All I remember is the sound of our voices, singing softly, and the beautiful sunlight that was there to greet us in the morning.

Day #4 What is one thing that you are proud of, that you think lacks praise/appreciation from the people around you? It could be a simple thing;it could be a secret thing.

I think I'm good at writing stories, but nobody knows that I am because I never show them. So partially, this is my fault. Basically, I'm self conscious about what I write. Will people like what I write? Am I even good at it? I honestly don't know. I write because I like to write, and because it gives me purpose. I've started  probably over one hundred story plots and have only tried pursuing about two of them. And clearly that hasn't happened either since i'm not some famous New York Times best selling author right now or anything! I don't know how to describe it!  Writing excites me. It feels like I'm opening up my mind and creation just comes pouring out. I've been doing it since I was very young. I'll just be doing anything, everyday stuff,  and stories will just come to me. Then as soon as I can,  I sit down at my computer and write. I develop characters, create their personalities, focus on their goals, their problems, their longings, their likings, their traits, their passions,  and the plot of the story until I have  a solidified idea. Of course, most of this ends up being drabble. But all of it can be continued. I leave myself room in every "Idea", as I call them, for room to continue the story. And I wish every day of my life that I could continue them. I'm proud of them. I'm proud of my ideas and my writing. As I read more and more-- dipping into classics, sci fi, romance, adventure, tradgedy, thrill, mystery-- I practice. I use what I read to fuel my stories. I learn new words, use new approaches, work on new characters and new ways to present them. I love it. I love the creation and thrill writing gives me. I'll go back and read old Ideas, which usually include a minimum 10 pages of writing, a set up for the story and a feel for the characters, and sometimes I won't recognize it as my own. Sometimes I'm so proud of it I barely know it's mine. And sometimes I'm not satisfied at all and I think it's terrible--the writing is too simple, the characters aren't likable or believable, etc. But even then, I'm still kind of proud. I took the time to write those Ideas. I spent hours of free time devoting myself to their creation. I approached each one with passionate determination and vigor. And some of them, in my opinion, are very good. (Though my opinion isn't exactly valid on account of I'm not a literature critic who knows anything about anything when it comes to writing) But I'm still satisfied with them. How could I not be? They're a part of me and they represent me and my very own original ideas. But like I said before, no one knows about them.  It's something secretive that I'm very proud of. I don't advertise it. Until I find something that I really really think is a home run, I'll probably keep my Ideas to myself. But someday I'll write a book and then people will know. And then I'll tell them "I am proud."  That is a promise!

Day #3 Educate on something that you know (or think you know) a lot about. ACTING 101.

So in my opinion, I think I know quite a bit about how to do shows (like plays or musicals). This opinion comes from the fact that I've been in many: Annie, The Batchelor King, Seussical, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing, The Musical Comedy Murder's of 1940, My Fair Lady, Alice in Wonderland, Les Miserables, and now I'm playing the lead role of Rosalind in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Basically, I  just love acting, and for anybody who's never done acting and would like to know some tips, well I've got some for you.

First thing you need to know about being an actor or actress or participating in a show: Know what you're getting INTO! I can't begin to tell you how many people I've met who audition for shows that they know nothing about. They will get their character assignment and be all "yay!" and then as soon as they watch the movie for the play or look at their script or realize who exactly they're being asked to portray, they FLIP OUT! "I have to do WHAT?! I have to say THAT?! I have to wear that OUTFIT?!" Basically, they wish they would have never tried out.  Here's my little story to go along with that: I tried out for Alice in Wonderland before even looking at the character list. At the audition the director gave me a piece of paper . I was asked to list my information along with the characters I would be willing to play. So, of COURSE because this is ALICE in Wonderland, I put down Alice. Because I didn't want to limit myself, and because it's my tradition,  I also listed a few other female parts that I knew nothing about.  Guess what? I DIDN'T GET ALICE. I ended up getting this character "The Dutchess" which was one of the unknown female parts I had listed. So at first I was like "Okay, sure. The Dutchess. I can dig that." Then I looked up the character AFTER getting assigned her and found out she was an old, ugly, crazy kook who screams at her kid until it turns into a pig. Yes, it's true. You can see for yourself here:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a4/Alice_par_John_Tenniel_21.png

Take a long, good look at the hideousness.


Anyway. So I was very angry and wished I could have gone back in time, found myself at the audition, and ripped the pen out of my hand so I could snap it before I ever wrote down "The Dutchess".   But i couldn't do that, and I ended up playing the part and having to wear this humongous blue dumb looking hat. Anyway, my suggestion? Research what you're getting into so you know what parts you want when you show up at the audition. Or else you might end up playing an ugly crazed child abuser who's kid turns into a fat pink animal for reasons unknown. 

Tip number two: When you audition, try to have a good time. It's very nerve wracking, I know! Sometimes you feel like biting off your nails, and then your fingers too while you're at it.  Anything to get out of it! "Excuse me, my fingers  seem to be off so I can't hold the script to read--GOODBYE NOW!"  Having to perform anything in front of peers can really tear up your nerves, but the number one tip I want to give people is to do your best to enjoy it. Pretend like it's you and your friend going through some lines, or, better yet, that you've already landed the part and are already at practice running lines! It calms you down, and when the director/caster sees you so comfortable in the part, he/she will be more likely to choose you. (Or if your me they might choose a part you might now want but that they think you'd be perfect to play).

Another tip: This one goes without saying. MEMORIZE YOUR LINES. Never ever ever ever ever ever EVER show up on "Off book/off script" day like "Huh? You mean I actually have to learn what i'm supposed to say and be able to flawlessly recite it back for a show that lasts two and a half hours to an audience who will be strongly judging me along with the entire cast and crew and if I screw this up I might be on my directors black list and wake up dead one morning because I ruined the entire show for everybody and drove the world into an early apocalypse?"Maybe that's a little dramatic. But still. If  you show up and don't know your lines, people might want to kill you. It is BAD WHEN PEOPLE WANT TO KILL YOU. So don’t make them want to. Learn your lines. Start learning them early. Take the script scene by scene. Force your siblings or friends to read other parts for you. DO NOT cram then all into your brain over one weekend and then assume that you’ll be able to say them all on the off script day. It will not happen. Instead of watching TV or reading a book or playing a video game, learn your lines. Once you learn a couple scenes, then indulge in doing fun things that you want to do. But remember: When you auditioned for the play you committed yourself to the show which means that you promised to memorize your lines and prevent the show  from spiraling into a  terrible  train wreck of obliviation. 

Tip #4: Acting. Basically, it’s the main point of doing a show. And there are ways to be good at it, and there are ways to not be good at it. I’m going to tell  you the ways to be good at it. As I mentioned previously, I am playing the lead role of Rosalind in my school’s Shakespeare play, As you Like It. And yes, it’s very difficult. Not only do I have an extremely vague idea on exactly what i’m saying, but Shakespeare was really cool (sarcasm) and didn’t provide any directions pertaining to how lines are supposed to be said. So how do I know how to act out his lines? I watch the show. Literally, I get on youtube and watch the scenes in question (which is all of them, I might add). It works out really great! I pull out my script and follow along while also stealing glances at the actors themselves as they act! For As You Like It I’ve been watching the Globe Theater’s version. So let’s say I needed a look at Act III scene II because I wanted to see how Rosalind convinces Orlando that she’s Ganymede (a boy she’s impersonating). I go on youtube, type it in, and then watch the scene! I pay close attention to the actress playing Rosalind, and listen to how she speaks her lines. While this is going on, I’m also HEARING the lines, and this helps me MEMORIZE them. So watching the play serves a dual purpose. Watching good actors play the parts really helps with the acting. 

Anyway, I know I'm not a professional. I'll  even admit that  sometimes I haven't even followed my own rules because I made them up after making TERRIBLE mistakes. So there’s a few tips on something I know quite a bit about! 

Day #2 The World Is Ending And You Can Save One Group Of Five People: Who Would The Five People Be?

Okay, so it's day number two and there's no word limit! So here we go.

Alright. The world's ending. Pick only five people.
Well, crap.
You see, there's always that moment where you have to decide: "Should I save my family, or should I save my friends?" I know, it's cold and heartless.  If I don't save my family, that would make me the most terrible, worthless, villainous, vilest, and treasonous person to ever walk on  God's green earth. If I don't save my friends, that would make me the most terrible, worthless, villainous, vilest, and  treasonous person to ever walk on God's green earth.Can you see the dilemma  that this creates? I'm sure you do. Not only do I have to ponder deciding between family and/or friends, but I also have to decide: Who could save my hide too? Do I want to save the people I love? Or would I love to save the people who would save me? This blog question just keeps getting trickier and trickier. So I would like to debate this. But in all honestly, that would be worthless. I'm just going to be honest here. Who would I save?  I'd have to save my family. Notice I said have to. Really, there is no other option. How could I abandon my family? Who the heck abandons their family during the apocalypse? EVIL PEOPLE--THAT'S WHO! And I am NOT EVIL. So I'd save my family: Mom, Dad, Faith, Lydia and Vanessa. Thankfully, there are only five of them. Who knows what I would have to do if there were SIX of them?! Somebody would have to be voted off the island, and then I would become the terrible, worthless, villainous, vilest, and treasonous person again, which would be bad. But no worries here. I can save them all. Plus, they are good for many things.  Can't get rid of my dad. He cooks stuff,  which would be very valuable when it came to finding food.  Can't get rid of my mom. She organizes stuff--which would come in handy when staging raids and/or vicious mobs. Can't get rid of Faith. She's my best friend, and you can't just leave your best friend to die, so that's a given. Can't get rid of Lydia. She's really strong and would be perfect for applying brute force to our enemies. Can't get rid of Vanessa because......well, because she's cute and you can't really expect an 8 year old to survive the apocalypse and defeat legions of the undead on her own,  so she'd have to do it with us. Not that we could do it on OUR own either. Would we even survive the apocalypse? Probably not. We'd probably need the assistance of Chuck Norris for that. Most likely we'd hole up underground in the sewers or something and watch Netflyx on our I-pads and/or computers if wifi was still available during said apocalypse until the zombies smelled us out and patiently waited to eat us till our next episode was over. Then we'd probably go down kicking and screaming (most likely because the zombies had so rudely decided to attack and eat us during our shows) and fight tooth and nail. Unless we could find some sort of explosive device that could destroy then without blowing us straight out of the sewers, we'd probably smash as many heads as possible until they somehow could eat us.  But I'd still save them, regardless.

Blog Challenge Line Up

Alright! Here is my one-month blog challenge list!

Here's what you have to look forward to!

1. The story of your life in 300 words or less
2. The world is ending and you can save one group of five people: who would the five people that you save be?
3. Educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at. Take any approach you’d like (serious and educational, or funny and sarcastic)
4. What is one thing that you are proud of, that you think lacks praise/appreciation from the people around you? It could be a simple thing;it could be a secret thing.
5. Tell a story form your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive.
6.  As a hyper intelligent pan-dimensional being, what is the answer to the ultimate question, the life, the universe and everything? What is the ultimate question?
7. Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel. (a pet peeve, a current event, a controversial topic, something your husband or roommate or neighbor or boss does that really ticks you off)
8. The next book you see that has over 300 pages, describe it in detail.
9. What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life...)
10. Are you afraid of aging? Why?
11. The thing(s) you're most afraid of
12. A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.
13. What is one change that you would make/have made to your life that will make/has made it better?
14. Your bucket list is limited to three items.
15. If one TV show could be real, which one would you want it to be? Which one would screw our world over?
16. What is the absolute hardest thing about staying alive?
17. What is a book that has been recognized as ‘great literature’ that you dislike? Why?
18. Issue a public apology. This can be as funny or as serious or as creative as you want it to be.
19. Ten things that make you really happy
20. A Day In The Life....
21. Something difficult about your "lot in life" and how you're working to overcome it
22. Things you've learned that school won't teach you
23. Why do you think eyebrows exist?
24. Who makes you laugh the most?
25. If the SATs/grades did not exist, in what way should colleges/teachers evaluate applicants?
26. Write your own eulogy.
27. Do you feel ‘connected to nature’? Do you frequent outside? Do you believe that a connection with the earth we live on is necessary in the first place?
28. Write a poem you’d stick on the refrigerator 
29. Write a six-word fortune cookie.
30. Things that make you uncomfortable

Day #1: Story Of Your Life In 300 Words or less

Hmmm.....

Born in Decatur, Illinois 4-29-96. Grew up EVERYWHERE.  I gained my first minion, ( a.k.a My sister)  less than a year later on 4-27-97. We pulled each others hair, stole each others toys, but we were still the best friends you'd ever find, and still are.  Anyway, I grew up in Decatur, then moved to Modesto where my family  and I lived in a creepy, bugs-will-come-out-of-the-floorboards-and-eat-you parsonage while my dad pastored a church. Then we got a new house (with a cherry tree which I fell out of while jumping from branch to branch pretending to be Tarzan and Faith thought I'd killed myself because I couldn't speak on account of  I had knocked the wind out of myself and couldn't breathe)  and a dog named Snoopy who ate our flip flops, enjoyed knocking toddlers to the ground, and  frequently escaped from his pen. Then my second sister Lydia came on 9-11-01 and Faith and I taught her all the tricks on how to be the coolest.  Then, we moved to Wayne City, Illinois. I made new best friends, my third sister Vanessa  was born on 4-27-04, and even though our one story, three bedroom, two bath house was small for six people, I liked it. Plus, we had a huge fort in the backyard and a go-cart. Anyway, then after three years we moved again.  So we moved, and it was really hard on me. But I made new friends, had some new adventures, and grew up to be the me I am today.  And I've met some pretty cool people in my life while I was at it. 

Blog Challenge Accepted.

Alright. So, for my independent project for my communication and media class at CACC, I decided to go out on a limb and do a blog. And not only THAT, but a blog challenge. Why? I'm glad you asked. Because I like living life on the edge. And a blog challenge is basically the only way I can feel any kind of rush while also dually trying  to obtain a grade. Plus, I'm pretty sure sky diving isn't really a 'project' that my teacher could grade me on. So here we are. After much  searching and searching for challenges, I found a vast array of ones that  didn't relate to me or were uninteresting, along with some that were really funny, enlightening, and just overall awesome.  I finally found  a couple that I think will be really great that I will enjoy doing.  Here they are: Story of my life challenge and  Amateur Philosophers 42 day challenge. Because I think both of these are pretty cool, I'm going to be alternating between each one. I will answer the questions that are answerable, and I will complete them up to the final due date. Starting now. Here we go.