To Laura, my avid reader

This is a response to a comment from Laura. I decided to post it rather than just comment because I felt like it. No one lecture me and tell me how to use my computer. This is directed at you, Chairman.

Laura,
Yeah, I have read Catcher in the Rye. That's the book my beloved Holden Caulfield is from. Yeah, I know, Weird, I'm in love with a fictional character.
Personally I don't think it is really a problem that I'm in love with a fictional character, I'm basically living in a fantasy world.
Catcher in the Rye is probably one of my favourite books (second only to Tales From Outer Suburbia by Shaun Tan. Yeah, I know, a picture book).
When you asked if I'd read it did you want a plot summery or something or just me telling you about how totally awesome, kick-ass, insane, funny and gorgeous Holden is?
Anyway, what's King Dork like?

1984

I'm really into 1984 at the moment (5 chapters into it...). It's just really engaging and interesting and Winston is a very real character. Not that I would be able to get along with him. He's no Holden Caulfield, if you know what I mean... oh dear Holden my beloved... huh? Oops. Got a little distracted there. Uh, where were we. Oh yeah. 1984. Winston just strikes me as a real type of guy, with his bad knee, or was it back? and how he doesn't like needing to use his hands and so forth.

Anyway I'm really enjoying 1984. And as Neil Grant said on Inside-a-Dog "I would switch on Big Brother if George Orwell (author of 1984 and creator of the original Big Brother) rose from the dead and gave Gretel Killeen a hard time."

Rise Against

Look!
I love Rise Against and I accidentally managed to get this link to their video Prayer of the refugee on here. I didn't do it on purpose, but now that it's here I might as well keep it. Anyway watch the video (that is, if it really works) and enjoy!

Did Jane Austen Create Me? ...Damn...

I am Catherine Morland of Northanger Abbey! I love a good Gothic romance - so much, in fact, that I'll fool myself into thinking I'm living one! I am imaginative and naive, which is at once endearing and perplexing. Perhaps my heart is TOO pure...but it is adventurous. After all, I love a trip to Bath or a stay at an ancient Abbey

Could be me, could be...

Great Expectations pt. 1

I haven't been around lately, forgive me. I've been lacking inspiration and time due to school work. So I've decided to combine the two together and blog about Great Expectations and my reading experiences.
I'm already about twelve chapters into it, but here's what I knew before I started:

1. This book is thick!
2. This book is a classic (but I've never met anyone who likes it. Weird…)
3. It's about a kid called Pip (weird name).
4. At the beginning he's poor and alone and at the end he's still poor and alone.

So I hardly knew anything about the book, except that nothing progresses over its 555 pages. I assumed that there are some kind of events in the middle and just hoped that they were interesting. Fellow high-schoolers had not given me much to hope for.

So lets see what I've learnt:

Chapter 1
The narrator is this orphan, Phillip Pirrip, who has a ridiculous name so is called Pip instead, even though it's also ridiculous. He is looked after by his sister, Mrs Joe Gargery, who doesn't get her own name but instead has to share her husband's, the blacksmiths, name. That says a lot about a woman's place in society in the Victorian age. You'd think having a female ruler would do something for women's rights but no.
One day little Pip is in the churchyard at his parents grave and contemplating what they would have looked like as he never knew either of them. Also buried are his five dead brothers who died as infants. At least that's what I gather from Dickens ramblings.
As Pip muses over his dead family an escaped criminal suddenly appears and threatens to cut his throat!! (Does it sound like I made that up? Well, I didn't, that's really what happens).
The crim tells Pip that he has to get a file and wittles for him, whatever wittles is, or he 'ave 'is 'eart an' Liver out!
Pip promises that he will and the crook says that he'd better or the crooks friend, 'the young man', will come after him.
Pip's terrified so runs home to do what the crim said.

Prediction of what happens next:
Pip goes home and cries a lot - because he strikes me as a bit of a sook - yet still tries steals the intended objects - because he's a coward, so won't stand up against the crim - but his sister, the Mrs Joe Gargery catches him, he gets the scolding of a lifetime, sent to bed without supper, 'the young man' comes after him, kills him, and the book ends 525 pages too early.

Sob

I hate life, I hate death and everything in between just doesn't interest me.

- Chris Rapier

I'm not that depressing, am I?

What make it sadder, I know exactly what he means.

To float or breathe

"To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy"

And that is why this life is wasted on them all.
I still fail to breathe in this life. Sometimes I think I'm happy just to drift like this. Floating on the wind like a cloud...
But sometimes I want more.
I don't know what I just want it.
Maybe just something to stifle this boredom.
Sometimes to float is enough... sometimes its necessary to breathe deeply.
I haven't managed to do both successfully yet, though.

To Neverland, if only...

I never really wanted to grow up.

If Peter Pan flew up to my window tonight I'd probably fly off with him without any second thoughts. I'd miss my friends and family but, if I remember the story right (which I sort of doubt), I could still visit. I wouldn't stay away forever, just until I'm ready to grow up.

Think about it, I'd be the first Lost Girl.

Ah, but there my imagination is running away on me again. I need to stop living in this fantasy world. Stop dreaming of running away to Neverland, falling under enchantments, and loving Holden Caulfield.

But I can't say I will ever want too...

Bohemian Rhapsody

I like to think I'm slowly going insane.
I am trying to study, I promise you, but it is as if there are two people inside my head and when one isn't looking the other starts to play solitaire or starts typing something like this. I keep telling myself to stop but I will not listen.
I admit I am wont to distractions but this is just rediculous.

Study.

In February 1917 (by the Julian calander) a revolution took place in Russia in which the Tsarist government was over thrown and replaced by the Provisional government-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-

...Curses...

Rice Bubbles

In the year 2021 Mount Rushmore will be recarved into the likeness of Snap, Crackle and Pop.