YES, I AM SEVENTEEN!
But I'm still jailbait.
Anyway, this morning I was explaining to Phillip what the difference is between a;
Metaphorical, Literal and Imaginary dog.
An imginary dog would not even exist in the first place because it cannot be seen by anyone.
A literal dog would exist because you can see it, I can see it and everyone could see it.
A metaphorical dog would not technically exist. It will exist as long as you are comparing something to said dog. Like EX; your little brother, who follows you around constantly, like a dog. Therefore he is your, metaphorically speaking, dog.
Phillip just can't seem to make the difference or at least doesn't want to.
I think he doesn't want to because he was saying everything is metaphorical. Which is misusing the word. Like in art class, I was just about to answer Ms Blampied when he shouted;
"METAPHORICAL!"
In which I replied;
"YOU BET IT IS!"
Ah, that was funny.
Anywho, I'm really bored. I'm waiting for Dad to cme home so I can have my birthday cake, which'll be the third one today. I gotta pee, but I don't wanna get up because of my headache. But I'll have to sooner or later~
I' m almost done with A Typical Love Story, there should be at least five more chappies to write. But my headache just doesn't want to make life easy for me. No history project, response rewriting and certainly no poetry writing/ researching can be done. GAH! *HEADDESK*
I'll update later. I feel icky.
Sam
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
SHAMLESS POST IS SHAMLESS
I rather have a random post than a shameless one.
Anyway, HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED sent me another quiz challenge, this time, it's the "Name that TV show". Puh- lease. 90% to his 67%. If he wants to challenge me and win, he'll have to take quizzes that are FAR HARDER THAN THAT.
I'm such a dweller. When bad things happen, I dwell on them. Which isn't good. Like two years today, HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED dumped me. AND HE COMMEMORATES IT BY CHALLENGING ME TO A QUIZ. The shameless bastard. I rather date Voldemort! Actually. . . no, I don't. He's been dead since 1997 (literally) but dead for six months literary- wise. So there must be some gangreene on it somehow.
People, get this straight, I started writing A Typical Love Story around New Year's and I posted the fic last night (I shall link it to my lovely blog soon!) but a few days ago, I reviewed this Scrose fic and the author of said fic accused me of plagarizing it. As if. I have all sorts of proof to say that I that I had came up with this idea all on my own but she must seriously have some sort of complex. I write one good review and she goes bitchy on me. BTW, I didn't. I have bettet things to do than plagerize some fic I read and don't even remember reading . Okay, I remember some parts and the only part where they're even remotely the same is that; get this; IT'S FORBIDDEN LOVE~! So shameless of me, I know.
So yeah, even her review was typed horribly. She should at least attempt to spell correctly. I know I did. I HAS SPELL CHECK ON MY WEB BROWSER!
Till next time (Maybe my birthday?)
Sam.
Anyway, HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED sent me another quiz challenge, this time, it's the "Name that TV show". Puh- lease. 90% to his 67%. If he wants to challenge me and win, he'll have to take quizzes that are FAR HARDER THAN THAT.
I'm such a dweller. When bad things happen, I dwell on them. Which isn't good. Like two years today, HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED dumped me. AND HE COMMEMORATES IT BY CHALLENGING ME TO A QUIZ. The shameless bastard. I rather date Voldemort! Actually. . . no, I don't. He's been dead since 1997 (literally) but dead for six months literary- wise. So there must be some gangreene on it somehow.
People, get this straight, I started writing A Typical Love Story around New Year's and I posted the fic last night (I shall link it to my lovely blog soon!) but a few days ago, I reviewed this Scrose fic and the author of said fic accused me of plagarizing it. As if. I have all sorts of proof to say that I that I had came up with this idea all on my own but she must seriously have some sort of complex. I write one good review and she goes bitchy on me. BTW, I didn't. I have bettet things to do than plagerize some fic I read and don't even remember reading . Okay, I remember some parts and the only part where they're even remotely the same is that; get this; IT'S FORBIDDEN LOVE~! So shameless of me, I know.
So yeah, even her review was typed horribly. She should at least attempt to spell correctly. I know I did. I HAS SPELL CHECK ON MY WEB BROWSER!
Till next time (Maybe my birthday?)
Sam.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
RANDOM POST IS RANDOM
Remember back a few posts I was angsting about how my math teacher said that if you failed this course, you should feel ashamed, well. . . Yesterday, said math teacher was reading out questions about Statistics (easiest. Unit. Ever.)
MATH TEACHER: 'An interview of veterans suffering from Gulf War Syndrome' . . Do any of you know what that is?
CLASS: *Cricket chirps*
ME: Oooh. . I know! It's like when you have flash- backs and you still think you're in war and you're so freaked out! It's like shell shock, too.
LATER TODAY
MATH TEACHER: Your knowledge of the GWS is impressive, how do you know of it?
ME: . . . I'm in HL, it's the sort of thing we talk about.
Actually, I learned int from watching HOUSE MD. Which is made of thirty thousand flavours of win, so please watch it! Plus, now I can say I'm not ashamed of failing this stupid course. I was only temporarily disappointed for a few months. HA! Take that, Cameron!
Anyway, my 17th birthday is on January 16th. Yes, that means that my 'lucky' year is finishing. I don't quite like this year as much as the year of my 14th birthday. A lot of things happened this year . . .
1) Saul won't talk to me! I don't know why. He gives me all sorts of weird reasons why he hates me and why I should hate him. This year is also the year I found out he used to like me.
2) HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED. No, not Voldemort. Voldemort makes this guy look tame! He deserves nothing below the shame he should feel when I beat him on the quizzes he challenges me to on Facebook. HA! I GOT 11/11 ON THE NAME THE DISNEY PRINCESS QUIZ. Now you'll never ever challenge me again. I can't believe I dated a guy who doesn't know his Disney Princesses! FOR SHAME UPON YOUR SOUL.
3) THE TEST OF SHAME! Oh the shame, oh the horrid ANGST! I failed the math test, then I epicly failed the make up test, or what the testers dubbed it: THE TEST OF SHAME! Now I am stuck in that class again. DAMN ME! TOO BUSY TRYING TO GET INTO HL TO STUDY FOR MATH AND TOO BUSY WRITING FANFICTION TO CARE ABOUT PASSING MATH.
Okay, so many there aren't many things to angst about. But I can say there was a few things that went nicely.
1)A lovely birthday party. Rumi and Stella came over and we watched the FMA movie. We had sugar on snow and talked about everything~!
2) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out! W00T!
3)Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix came out in theatres and on DVD! W00T!
4)Got into HL!
5)Found out I'm graduating!
6)Finished Nascent, Iris, Ameliorate and To The End ^_^
Wow, good list, eh? But I'm not calling it my lucky year. I think turning 17 will be the year. I'm going to Europe, starting college, graduating from High school, going off to vacation somewhere else than Old Orchard Beach. And I'm going to finish all of the stories I started!
Samantha
MATH TEACHER: 'An interview of veterans suffering from Gulf War Syndrome' . . Do any of you know what that is?
CLASS: *Cricket chirps*
ME: Oooh. . I know! It's like when you have flash- backs and you still think you're in war and you're so freaked out! It's like shell shock, too.
LATER TODAY
MATH TEACHER: Your knowledge of the GWS is impressive, how do you know of it?
ME: . . . I'm in HL, it's the sort of thing we talk about.
Actually, I learned int from watching HOUSE MD. Which is made of thirty thousand flavours of win, so please watch it! Plus, now I can say I'm not ashamed of failing this stupid course. I was only temporarily disappointed for a few months. HA! Take that, Cameron!
Anyway, my 17th birthday is on January 16th. Yes, that means that my 'lucky' year is finishing. I don't quite like this year as much as the year of my 14th birthday. A lot of things happened this year . . .
1) Saul won't talk to me! I don't know why. He gives me all sorts of weird reasons why he hates me and why I should hate him. This year is also the year I found out he used to like me.
2) HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED. No, not Voldemort. Voldemort makes this guy look tame! He deserves nothing below the shame he should feel when I beat him on the quizzes he challenges me to on Facebook. HA! I GOT 11/11 ON THE NAME THE DISNEY PRINCESS QUIZ. Now you'll never ever challenge me again. I can't believe I dated a guy who doesn't know his Disney Princesses! FOR SHAME UPON YOUR SOUL.
3) THE TEST OF SHAME! Oh the shame, oh the horrid ANGST! I failed the math test, then I epicly failed the make up test, or what the testers dubbed it: THE TEST OF SHAME! Now I am stuck in that class again. DAMN ME! TOO BUSY TRYING TO GET INTO HL TO STUDY FOR MATH AND TOO BUSY WRITING FANFICTION TO CARE ABOUT PASSING MATH.
Okay, so many there aren't many things to angst about. But I can say there was a few things that went nicely.
1)A lovely birthday party. Rumi and Stella came over and we watched the FMA movie. We had sugar on snow and talked about everything~!
2) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out! W00T!
3)Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix came out in theatres and on DVD! W00T!
4)Got into HL!
5)Found out I'm graduating!
6)Finished Nascent, Iris, Ameliorate and To The End ^_^
Wow, good list, eh? But I'm not calling it my lucky year. I think turning 17 will be the year. I'm going to Europe, starting college, graduating from High school, going off to vacation somewhere else than Old Orchard Beach. And I'm going to finish all of the stories I started!
Samantha
Thursday, January 3, 2008
I hate hobos >_>
I went shopping today and a hobo came up to me and sister. I wasn't sure if he was, but he sure did look like one. Y'know, with the bookbag and twenty layers of clothes and the grubbly beard. Anyway, he jumped over the escalator, walked by me and kept looking at me. IT WAS SO CREEPY. Then he sat next ot my sister and I pulled her closer because I wasn' sure if he was a molesty- pervy- rapist hobo. He did seem friendly. Too friendly. Then he tried to put his arm across my sister's shoulders but he couldn't because I had pulled her closer to me. He left and I was just utterly . . . what's the word I'm looking for? Oh yeah, CREEPED OUT. My Mom was right there, too! She thought it was some teenager but it was actually a hobo thirty- year- old.
Also, I got a digital camera! I'm so happy, and it's really nice, too. I just figured out how it works, which took like twenty minutes.
With siad camera, I'm going to film a mini- movie. It's going to be a documentry about hobo-sexuals. If you don't know who or what a hobo sexual is, I must tell you to look it up. It's going to be super funny.
IN BIG NEWS I JUST FINISHED WRITING THE ROUGH DRAFT OF NASCENT.
Well, I finished December 17th. I'm so happy~! Almost four months in the making!
But with one story finishing, I just had to start a new one. It's called 'The Third Meaning', a story about Lina. Lina thought she knew what love was and how to expect it but after her best friend leaves town because his father is deathly ill, Lina develops feelings for him becuase he left. But once she starts high school, Lina and her homeroom teacher (tens years her senior, BTW) start having an illicit affair during tutoring sessions, life gets complicated.
At first, TTM was supposed to be at least twenty to twenty five pages. But right now, it's at forty- six pages and counting. So much for a short story.
Also, I got a digital camera! I'm so happy, and it's really nice, too. I just figured out how it works, which took like twenty minutes.
With siad camera, I'm going to film a mini- movie. It's going to be a documentry about hobo-sexuals. If you don't know who or what a hobo sexual is, I must tell you to look it up. It's going to be super funny.
IN BIG NEWS I JUST FINISHED WRITING THE ROUGH DRAFT OF NASCENT.
Well, I finished December 17th. I'm so happy~! Almost four months in the making!
But with one story finishing, I just had to start a new one. It's called 'The Third Meaning', a story about Lina. Lina thought she knew what love was and how to expect it but after her best friend leaves town because his father is deathly ill, Lina develops feelings for him becuase he left. But once she starts high school, Lina and her homeroom teacher (tens years her senior, BTW) start having an illicit affair during tutoring sessions, life gets complicated.
At first, TTM was supposed to be at least twenty to twenty five pages. But right now, it's at forty- six pages and counting. So much for a short story.
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