Week 1: Pilot

Schedule for Week 1: Pilot
Monday's: Most Recently Read Book
Tuesday's: Latest Obsessions
Wednesday's: What I Do To Get Over ____/Answer Questions
Thursday's: Photos
Friday's: Ummm Nothing, I Generally Have A Life
Saturday's: Things Hipsters Do


Back story:
So... My mom threatened me with my life if I didn't start writing again. This is part of the reason I returned to PiMD (that and I figured you guys needed something to spice up forums...).

About me: For those who don't know me, I'm a teenager who lives in the states that doesn't like to socialize very much. I used to write a lot before I hit a slump in life, but now, but now my friends, as Augustus would say, "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend". Dear god, I used "friend" twice in one sentence. I wrote mainly fantasy, horror, the occasional poem, and short stories. The main things I want to do when I grow up is write and work with horses, which I adore.
Sadly, there isn't much market for jobs for people who major in creative writing here, so I plan to become a reporter or professional vlogger/blogger (yes they exist). Due to my lack of experience writing nonfiction, I have created this blog of sorts as an experiment.

Note: I will not promise the quality or kindness of these posts. If they offend you, you can kindly fuck yourself with a cactus and use the door to the left or right, whichever you prefer.

First entry will be posted by 11 PM tonight, as will all entries ever.

 

sounds inviting

 

Monday
Book I Last Read:
The Fault in our Stars by John Green
Romance: 6/10
Sexualness: 2/10
Metaphorical impact: 11/10

Favorite quotes from the book: "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."
"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."
"Isaac: 'I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters'
Computer: 'I don't understand-'
Isaac: 'Me neither. Pause.'"

This book... I could explain it but instead I'm going to post what I emailed John Green a week ago or so.

"This book… whenever I try to describe it to someone I wind up sitting there with my mouth open for ten minutes while they stare at me intently.

Honestly, TFioS made me hate you, dear Mr. Green, for a very very long time. When I read the author’s note at the beginning and connected it to P. Van Houten, and then realized you were comparing yourself to him, I was upset. The whole concept was understandable, but I felt like you were pretty much flipping your readers off, saying you don’t care.

It took me a long time to realize what you mean with the whole you and Peter thing, and even longer to totally accept the fact you end a book where you do for a reason and no amount of begging is going to get an author to explain what happens when a book ends. Why? Because often enough, they don’t know.

Now that I’ve started writing more than short stories, I can, and do, understand it’s hard to build characters as amazing as Hazel and Isaac and Augustus, and even harder to keep them there in your head long enough to get it all out."

Favorite Character: Augustus Waters. I fell in love with him, his imperfections, the way he smiles. All of him. Gus was a vivid image of my guy friend in my brain. The way he's constantly on till you make him blush and the way he manages to make the biggest deal out of a tiny thing. I related to Hazel when she got frustrated with Augustus's behaviors throughout the novel and fell in love with his quirky ways.

Basically, I would recommend this book to someone who likes characters they can relate to, who doesn't mind falling deeply in love with a fiction, and will willingly cry over the loss of someone who was never born, yet could've accomplished much.

 

My personality is a lot of things to a lot of people . But thank you, I take pride in my writings.

 

*grabs Michael's face in my hands*

That's the idea

 

Tuesday's totally off topic rant:

Afternoon bitches, I just finished my last exam and am casually chilling in the cold (see what I did there?). Before I start on the wondrous topic of my latest obsessions, I want to talk about something.

That something is...

The fucking stupid kid that's really smart. I'm pretty sure everyone knows a kid like this. They get straight A's but have no common sense and don't understand sarcasm. Please!, someone tell me you know what I mean.

Anyways, I would like to list the things done to the new kid, Danyaal, who carries the curse of being stupid smart. Half of these he did to himself so don't be like "Fox/Foxaii/Ari, you're an asshole and a bully". Besides, I've done none of these. So...

1. As soon as Danyaal found out my good friend Kyle is color blind, he promptly wrote a red 6 on a piece of white paper then asked Kyle what the number was.

2. He tries to "cook" EVERYONE. And fails.
Typical Danyaal "cooking"
Me: Hi.
Him *whispering*: Shut up.
Me: Sorry, can't hear you. Speak up?
Him *stands up and tries to get in my face*: YOUR MOM IS FATTER THAN A SCHOOL BUS
Me: Umokay

Please take note of how I said tries to get in my face , for those of you who don't know, I'm 5'1. This implies Danyaal is at least four inches shorter.

3. (This was the best thing ever. I'm not trying to be racist, nor do I have anything against anyone who is Hebrew, celebrates Hanukah, or both.) Kyle is the kid who always has candy. Usually these weird, clear British mints with Hebrew writing. Danyaal walked into English class and asked for one. Kyle handed him one and Danyaal yelled "OH WOW. ARE YOU A HEBREW OR JEWISH? THIS IS WRITTEN IN HEBREW." Kyle looked at him and nodded slowly, then started singing the Dridel song. Everyone caught on, and for the past six weeks Danyaal has been convinced that he's the only non-Jewish/non-Hebrew at my school. His life is a lie.

Comment with your experiences with people like this or just stupid people in general below . Today's actual topic will be posted before 11, I need to gather photos for it.