BEDA Day 31: On Heroism, the Bright Side, and My Rollercoaster that Only Goes Up

It’s the last day of BEDA, so I want to end with a hopeful note: an uplifting closing statement to wrap up my month of daily blogging and, on the grander spectrum, my summer. A lot of things happened to me over the past months – some good, some bad – but I’ve learned from all of them.

I fell in love and then had my heart broken. But you know what? That’s okay. I couldn’t have picked a better person to fall for and I couldn’t have asked for a better way for it to end. It wasn’t in God’s plan for me, and I accept that. It’s taught me a lot about the fragility of things and most importantly, it’s taught me that I have so much more in my life besides relationships and boys and petty fancies. I am out conquering the world: writing novels, becoming the next Yo Yo Ma (ha – I wish), spreading intellectualism in my little ways. I have beautiful friends and happiness surrounding me. I have so much to live for, and even though what happened was painful, and even though it was (is) so important to me, of the life I’m living. An important speck, yes, but a speck. I am going to do so much more in this life of mine, and honestly, I can’t help but smile at the memories. They’re sad memories: but they’re sad because there was so much joy that came before them. And the joy is the important part. That’s what I have to remember.

I learned a lot about my family this summer, too. My family is nuts and crazy and every single one of us is a force to be reckoned with. I’m not sure why it is that God decided that all of us needed to have strong, stubborn personalities, but we do – so we clash. Frequently. But part of being graceful and humble and, well, loving your family, is holding them in a higher esteem than you hold yourself. Deferring to their opinion to avoid a fight. Allowing them to have their way. Not making them feel stupid over something they’ve said. Overcoming my own stubborn, I-am-always-right frame of mind and being a little more subordinate than I would like. I love my family, and they drive me a little less crazy when they’re not all shouting at one another. 😉

Another thing I learned this summer: perseverance and hard work. This came out especially in my cello over the summer. I had auditions and a recital that I had to prep for – I practiced every day for months and months straight, and that stubbornness I mentioned earlier comes out in my inability to give up when I really want something. I work for what I want, even if practicing sucks up all my free time or it’s boring or it’s hard, and I think that was really driven home for me this summer. Nothing ever just falls into your lap. It’s not that easy.

A note on heroism before I move on. This morning I went down to the hospital for my third appointment in my series of can-we-please-take-my-wisdom-teeth-out-already appointments. The operation was scheduled for 9/11 (but it’s been moved — again) (active duty military guys apparently have trump points when it comes to making an appointment, so I’ve been usurped twice), which got me talking to my mom about 9/11. I think sometimes people forget that 9/11 wasn’t just the Twin Towers, but also the Pentagon, and then the one plane where the passengers overcame the terrorists and crashed it into a field to prevent it from hurting anyone else.

I mean, that’s heroism right there.

And then I started thinking about the shootings in Aurora, Colorado – about those men who threw themselves over the women they loved and sacrificed themselves for them. That’s heroism again.

And the way I see it is this: bad stuff happens. We can’t change tragedy. But we can find the best of humanity brought out by the worst. The heroes amid the villains. We can either focus on the bad, or we can celebrate the good. 9/11 was an awful, awful tragedy, but the heroes who saved lives and sacrificed themselves give me hope.  The men who gave their lives to shield others from the spray of bullets – they give me hope. They remind me that even though awful things happen, good shines through the bad. Heroic, beautiful, self-giving acts are brought to the light of day. The clouds part and we remember that in the midst of tragedy and loss and corruption, there is good. And it’s beautiful. Tragic, but beautiful.

Focusing on the bad in life will get you nowhere: you have to look up. Chin up, I always tell my friends who are upset about something. Chin up, feel the sun on your face and remember to look forward. Time goes on. Sometimes it crawls in a petty pace from day to day ( 😉 ), but it is bringing a better tomorrow.

Right now, my tomorrows are looking pretty good. I am riding a roller coaster that only goes up, my friends. I have a dance next week and then orchestra starts up for real, (and at some point I get my wisdom ripped out of my skull, so, yay) and then we move and I get to decorate and lovely things, and this whole while I’m having a fantastic time with school because my classes are so awesome, and then it’s my birthday, and then Halloween, and then there are some other things thrown in there but let’s skip to CHRISTMAS because I love Christmas more than anything… And then New Year’s and prom later on and… Yeah. This school year is gonna be awesome.

I don’t really like this roller coaster metaphor, though, and you know why? Because only going up on a roller coaster means that the whole time, you’re waiting in fear for that moment when it suddenly drops. And honestly, the roller coaster speeding downward is the best part. But the analogy does work in one way: when my roller coaster takes a turn and speeds downward, I’m going to throw my hands up and not let it worry me. After all, it always shoots back up eventually – and I refuse to live my life dreading the point when it’s not awesome anymore.

Who am I kidding. My life is always awesome. 😉 But that’s only because it’s filled with people I love and books and cello and all the things that matter so much to me. So thank you for being in my life and making it awesome. I don’t think I could have made it past the lowest point on my roller coaster without all of you.

Really quickly, before I go and get back to Beowulf… Starting as soon as I finish the Great Gatsby (it’s awesome so far), I’d like to begin a series of critical book analyses (but done in a fun way, of course) where I review the book and point out some things that I liked and try and uncover some of the metaphors and hidden meanings (if there are any to be found — not everything I’m going to read will be a classic, deep book). Here’s a little preview of the books you might see.

Probably not in this order, maybe not all of these, hopefully more (think Dickens, and Verne, and Salinger, and some more of the classics – I have a number of books on hold at the library). Also, if anyone has read The Sound and the Fury, tell me if I should read that one – I’m going to have to clear it with my parents first, but I saw it on our shelves and it looks good and the title is a reference to that Macbeth excerpt I quoted yesterday, so where can it go wrong? 😉

Have a great night all of you – I will write again next Wednesday. I’m taking the weekend off. I think I’ve earned it.

Love & best wishes,



BEDA Day 30: Shakespeare vs. Beowulf

[Disclaimer: I am very tired and very cranky because 90% of this post got deleted because WordPress randomly logged me out. Also, I feel ill. And I am tired. Did I mention how tired I am? I WANT COFFEE but I’ve already had two cups today and I won’t be able to sleep if I have more.]


Anyway. Second to last day of BEDA! (Ugh, thank heavens. I’m exhausted.)

Also, I’ve got the TV set to MTV for the first time in my entire life (MTV = trash) because for the first time in a long time THEY’RE ACTUALLY PLAYING A MUSIC VIDEO. Taylor Swift’s new one – in 7 minutes! 🙂

Today was a pretty good day! I had my first religion class of the year, and not only do I have my teacher from last year, but I also have some of the most awesome kids from last year’s class! It’s really exciting! Plus, the new Lizzie Bennet Diaries episode came out today and we’re getting somewhere, guys! We’re not far from Darcy’s proposal – or however it comes out in this adaptation.

(ALSO. The Taylor Swift video… Weird. I could have done without the woodland creatures. But whatever. I love her anyway. :P)

So onto the topic of this blog post. Well. Okay. There isn’t really a topic. But just roll with me here, okay?

For history/lit this week I’m reading Beowulf. I like it, but it’s sort of a harsh contrast compared to my usual Shakespeare. The rhythm of it is awkward and hard to find. There isn’t really a flow. It’s sort of like really bad, choppy free verse poetry. Of course it isn’t, it’s a different type of thing altogether. Point is, I’m struggling with it. I tried to read it aloud but it just sounded like one huge run-on sentence. I want to enjoy it. But I also want to find the flow.

For example: compare these two passages.

“Then was Beow of the Scyldings a beloved king
for a long time, in the town-forts of the people,
famed among the folk–his father had passed on,
that king gone from his home–till to Beow was born
Healfdene the High, who nobly ruled the Scyldings
as long as he lived, old and battle-fierce.”

Beowulf, lines 53-58


“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time;
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.”

Macbeth, Act V, Scene V

There is a rhythm to the first passage, but it’s awkward and you have to read it over and over, stressing different words, looking inside the lines to find it. There’s an entire introduction on the poetry of the piece that I’m going to read over. I’m actually excited for the challenge of this – adjusting to this new format.

But let me just fangirl over the Shakespeare bit for a second. Read it aloud. Feel the push and the pull of the lines… The rhythm.

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time;
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.”

Just feel it. Say it. The words, the similes… The last syllable of recorded time… Mmm. I just love it. It rolls off the tongue, the lines, the words, the rhythm. Perfect.

Plus, it’s Macbeth. It’s flawless.

Macbeth and Beowulf do have something in common, though: the main characters are both quasi-idiots. Beowulf is sort of obnoxious and really full of it, and Macbeth is kind of like, “Oh, yeah, maybe I should kill the king *derp derp*.” But Macbeth is rather poetic, and that makes up for it.

Beowulf, on the other hand…

“Well, my friend Unferth, besotted with beer,
you have brought forth much about Breca,
told tales of his venture! Yet I tell the truth,
that I have proved greater in sea-strength,
more of a match for the waves, than any other man.”
(lines 530-534)

Good on you, mate. Way to sound like a total egomaniac.

I leave you with two of my favorite Shakespeare passages from one of my many favorite plays.

“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men are at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II

“‘Brutus, thou sleep’st! Awake!’
Such instigations have been often dropp’d
Where I have took them up.
‘Shall Rome, etc.’ Thus must I piece it out:
Shall Rome stand under one man’s awe?
What, Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive when he was called a king.
‘Speak, strike, redress!’ Am I entreated
To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!”
Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene I

Ah, poor Brutus. Poor, gullible, too-noble-for-his-own-good Brutus.

“So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, ‘This was a man!'”
(Act V, Scene V)


BEDA Day 28: Doctor Who

I just stumbled upon this little gem:

And now I’m getting really excited again for Doctor Who! September 1st, you guys!

In honor of the new season, I’m going to give a list of my favorite companions in order from best to worst.

1. Amy & Rory Pond

I’m gonna be honest, and say that I prefer David Tennant to Matt Smith. David Tennant’s episodes have a depth to them that Matt Smith’s don’t, and I really love his acting style (and just persona in general). However, judging purely the companions themselves, I have to say that Amy and Rory are my favorites. (And yes, I count them as ONE companion, for the purposes of this post.) There’s something about Amy that I love – sort of her brazen, ginger, Scottish personality. She’s like, “I’m in space, deal with it.” And Rory is just so adorable and hilarious… I love him. I love him and I love Amy.


2. Donna Noble

I know so many people who despise Donna. How can you hate Donna? Donna is David Tennant’s best companion. I guess I just tend to favor the strong, redheaded, stubborn companions who start out their journey in a wedding dress. 😉 She’s just such a force of nature. I love how she feels things so intensely. Like, the humanity is just driven home through Donna’s eyes. The fact that she’s the one who blows up all the Daleks is just awesome to me. She’s so so important and she never thought she was worth anything. It broke my heart that *SPOILERS* she had to forget all of it. I love Donna. And I love the Doctor Donna. I love her and haters can buzz off.


3. Martha Jones

Again, I’m one of the few people who likes Martha. I like all the companions, really, even Rose! I just like some more than others and unfortunately, Martha’s at the low end of the list. My problem with Martha is that she’s really only in it because she fancies the Doctor. I like the sense of wonder she brings to the show – her aesthetic, her attitude, her ability to handle herself in crisis. But my problem with her is that she loves the Doctor and as soon as she realizes he is never going to return her affections, she jumps ship. I admire her for getting out, for standing up for herself like that, but it really does show you what her ultimate motivation is. I like her much better in the Poison Sky/Sontaran Stratagem episodes, where she’s engaged and so can go off being awesome and doctor-y without pining away.

4. Rose Tyler

Speaking of the queen of pining herself, Rose Tyler. I didn’t hate Rose, but her accent and her terrible clothes and overdone makeup sometimes bothered me. She tends to be too much a useless, damsel-in-distress wet rag for me. I liked her love story though, because I’m a sucker for that kind of thing. The episode with the void made me so saaaaaaaaaad… But crying David Tennant tends to do that to me. In her defense, she had her moments (that Eccleston promptly ruined, of course), but yeah, Rose comes in at last place for me.


And with that, I’m off to bed. Tell me your favorite companions and whether or not you’re looking forward to the new season! I’m really excited for the new companion, Clara.

Also, a note on the trailer and speculative Amy death (you conspiracy theorists, you): if Amy dies, you know how much Rory is gonna die? IN EVERY SINGLE EPISODE. EVERY ONE.

Anyway! I have chemistry class tomorrow & I have to get up and take a shower and do my hair (this is a new phenomenon, this hair-doing-thing), so I bid you all adieu.

Have a lovely evening!


BEDA Day 26: Beauty and the Brains

In the spirit of school starting tomorrow, I decided to do a post about something school related that I also really enjoy: fashion. I know I’m not really the kind of person who sticks out as a fashionista, and most of the time I’m too lazy to actually put together an outfit (sort of like how I love cooking but don’t do it a lot because I just want instant gratification). However, I really do enjoy making outfits and playing with clothes and styles – I consider it a challenge to make new outfits out of things I already own. I’ve put together four back-to-school outfits for y’all to maybe inspire you to put your best foot forward when you walk into class bright and early tomorrow.

Outfit #1: Teacher’s Pet

For this look, I paired cropped black slacks with a jewel purple tank top and teal ruffle cardigan. Cap-toed flats and a string of pearls complete the outfit, riding the line between teacher and student. 😉

(My pose is totally awkward, but that’s what I get for having my brother take pictures, eh?)

(Tank top, Eddie Bauer; cardigan, JCPenney; slacks, Eddie Bauer, flats, Target [but really Goodwill – they’re Target brand shoes that I got from Goodwill, haha].)

Outfit #2: Jealous of My PhD?

Obviously none of you have a PhD. But this outfit just looks so professor-y to me that I had to call it that.

A denim sleeveless blouse tucked into dark brown slacks (that were originally bought for Tanith – they fell off her tiny little hips, though, so I basically stole them… They’re even a little big for me, but I took the tags off just for you guys) and  a mouse brown blazer make up this outfit. A simple blue pendant and brown heeled boots make it look like you’re the one teaching the class. (Read as: these pants are too long for me to wear with flats. *headdesk*)

(Blouse, Eddie Bauer; slacks, SAM’S CLUB [serious fashion hotspot, I know]; blazer, Ann Taylor Loft; boots, Liz Claiborne.)

Outfit #3: Field Trip!

(Before I go on: these first two outfits were photographed by my brother and mom, respectively. Then my whole family quit on me and went to bed, so I had to take the rest of these pictures by myself. THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU. Anyway, excuse the awkward composition. I did my best.)

Since the first two outfits are very grown-up/professional looking, I drew inspiration for the next outfit from grade school.

JUST LOOK AT THOSE PIGTAILS. This outfit is school bus ready complete with a grey jumper, a pink collared button-up and striped knee socks. (Also, OWL CONVERSE & LUNCHBOX. I love owls.) I realized after the fact that a bow tie would be a nice touch, but I couldn’t be bothered to change back into the outfit and retake all the pictures. So, just imagine a black clip-on bow tie with this and you’re good to go.

(Jumper, Goodwill [I love Goodwill]; button-up shirt, Ralph Lauren; socks, Target [I think? I got them when I was eleven.]; Converse, [my aunt ordered them for a Christmas gift]; lunchbox, I have no idea it was a birthday gift but ISN’T IT AWESOME?)

Outfit #4: Art Class

Thank goodness this is the last one. I am starting to get REALLY TIRED of WordPress’s picture uploader. It hates me. Really, it does.

(Sorry about how out of focus this one is. I had the camera propped on my Hitchhiker’s Guide and my Jules Verne anthology and the self-timer was confusing. Like I said, I tried.)

The draping of this blouse has a really artsy vibe to it, and I like the aesthetic of it paired with the straight leg jeans and cowboy boots. (Another show of my love for you guys: those boots take me a good five minutes to put on because they are too dang small.) I layered a scalloped neck black tank under the turquoise blouse and finished things off with some beaded/charm bracelets.

(Blouse, [wait for itttttt] GOODWILL!; jeans, Old Navy; scallop-neck tank, Eddie Bauer; boots, mom’s closet [I seriously don’t know]; charm bracelet, James Avery; other bracelet, somewhere in England [Emma sent it to me].)

Okay, so I fully expect you all to look fabulous for your first week of school because of this post. Remember that the point of fashion isn’t having the most expensive clothes or looking better than everyone, but expressing yourself. And you don’t need to go out and buy new clothes to have be stylish. I made all of these outfits with things I already had in my closet. I challenge you to put together back-to-school outfits using things you already have. (And if you absolutely must go shopping, I’m not even kidding, go to Goodwill. Yes, it sometimes smells like dead people, and yes, it’s full of junk, but if you spend enough time really looking, you can find some cute, fun stuff for VERY LITTLE MONEY. It’s awesome.)

I really enjoyed making these outfits, and I probably would wear them if I went to school. As it is, my school has a slightly different uniform.

I don’t care that I’m reinforcing a stereotype. My pajamas are comfortable. I am unashamed.

Have a great first week of school, everyone! Tell me in the comments if you liked this post, and whether or not you’d like to see more fashion posts from me in the future! (And if you’re one of my guy readers: I already know your answers and am choosing to ignore them.)


BEDA Day 25: The Point of No Relevance

Per usual, I have no ideas on what to blog about, so I’m just going to blog about a bunch of non-related stuff until I get to a reasonable length, at which point I’ll go watch TV or eat ice cream or whatever it is I do with my time. (*cough*WriteWheatley/Chellfanfic*cough*)

1. I am really excited about school starting on Monday. I’ve got my list of teachers and classes (I’m homeschooled, but I take online classes), and not only did I get the greatest religion teacher of all time for the second year in a row (words cannot describe my love for Samwise) but I also got classes with a couple of my friends, and my history teacher is apparently a massive Shakespeare fanatic – she directs a Shakespeare theater group in her town. SO. YEAH. AWESOME.

2. For some reason, I’m feeling the college itch. A number of my friends are off to college this year and bizarrely, I feel left behind. Don’t get me wrong, a ton of my friends are still at home, but it’s my junior year, and as college gets closer and closer for me, I just feel more and more desperate to get there — so of course it still feels like miles and miles away. I still have two years left, but seriously, time flies in my life.

3. I spent all day at my orchestra retreat today. (I also developed a massive headache, so it’s great that we were playing Beethoven’s 5th isn’t it? *sarcasm*) I’m probably the oldest kid there, but not by a lot, so it’s a step up from my last orchestra. Also, I’m apparently first chair? So I’m not sure how that happened, but it’s pretty cool.

4. In the new house I’m going to have my own bathroom. I am desperate for this shower curtain:


5. Landon and Essie are having their birthdays soon AND I HAVE PLANSSSSS. (Pinch pots, you guys. PINCH POTS.)

6. I found the music from Portal online for free AND LEGALLY because Valve (which is the greatest video game company in the entire world seriously Valve stop being so awesome) was like, “Yo, you want this music? We’ll stick it on the Portal website for free download. Oh, and have some ringtones too.” *throws music at you* Here’s a link, if you’re interested. (Of course you’re interested. Seriously.)

7. I watched about an hour of Hello, Dolly while I was babysitting the other night and I was soooo confuseddddd…

8. I’ve been quoting Space Core all day. My brother is annoyed.

9. Portal seems to be taking over my life. Scratch that, Portal IS taking over my life. And I don’t even care.

 10. I know you want it. First couple paragraphs from my fanfic. (No judgement.)

The guitar was too small for his oversized hands. He clumsily fingered the strings, trying to produce some sort of recognizable tune – heck, it didn’t even need to be recognizable. He would have been happy if it sounded like music at all.

Stupid guitar, not cooperating. He banged his head against the steel beams behind him. He felt the transmitter tower hum underneath him, and felt a twinge of sadness that he could no longer hear what she was saying.

“Sorry, Foxglove, love,” he said, wincing. “I didn’t mean to hit you, I’m just so blooming frustrated at the…” He slapped his hand against the strings, producing an angry twanging sound. “You see, it’s her birthday – y’know, Chell’s? I mean, her birthday, her first birthday with me with her – well, actually, no I was there in the facility on her birthday but of course it was in the facility so we weren’t, well, I couldn’t really celebrate it or do anything… I could’ve said happy birthday, I suppose, well, yeah, actually, that wouldn’t have been too hard, would it? Just sort of, y’know, slid up on my management rail, slid right up to her… ‘Oh, hello, well, see I sort of overheard her saying it was your birthday and… Oh, there isn’t any cake. You probably already knew that, actually, probably expecting that, but I thought you should know, there’s never really any cake… Sorry. But, er, happy birthday!’ Ah, no that’s rubbish.” He smacked the guitar again and sighed dejectedly. “I’m rubbish.”

Anyway, look at me still talking when there’s science to do… I’m gonna go… Do… Something unproductive. Yeah.

Have a wonderful evening! (And go play Portal. It’s fun over here, having no life and being obsessed with a video game and an impossible pairing. Seriously.)



BEDA Day 24: Lunch Break and a Countdown

Hello, dearies. I’m eating grapes.

It’s now exactly one month until a bunch of movers barge into our house and take all our stuff away and then shove it haphazardly into our new house, probably breaking 25% of it after which we will spend until Christmas trying to get everything out of boxes.


Anyway, figured I’d share some of my decorating ideas with you.

As I’ve said before, my initial plan was to decorate my entire new room to be steampunk, because I am JUST THAT AWESOME, but then I sort of realized that I have a lot of stuff that isn’t steampunk that I don’t want to just toss, so I came to a compromise. I’m going to have some steampunk elements for sure, but I’m also going to throw in vintage and quirky and nerdy things… It should be interesting.

For the walls, I’ve been thinking Autumn Moon – it’s a Valspar color, but on the virtual painter on their website makes it look a lot more yellow than it does gold, so I may rethink that.

I’m going to stain my wooden bed a dark glossy brown, and I have three quilts I’m considering. One is blue and white, and probably my favorite quilt that we have, another is green striped, and then the last one is rose and sage green striped.

On either side of my bed, I’m going to have my white bookshelves, set up in the same way I have them now. On the left, I’m going to put my typewriter out and above it I’m going to take those three quotes I mentioned a while back, print them out in typewriter font and frame them in mismatched 5×7 frames.


Helen Keller

On the right I’m going to set up my Great Aunt Madeline’s ancient sewing machine, and above that I’m going to frame (in mismatched frames again) three of my vintage-before-they-were-vintage sewing patterns… (For symmetry, you see.)

Then above my bed, I’m going to put up my Steampunk-y clock that I bought last year because it was so perfect. 😛

I want to take the door off the closet because for some reason it opens inwards, so I can’t actually use half the closet – no door, no problem. I’m going to hang a (hopefully) faded English flag as a curtain over the door so the trainwreck that is my closet it not visible all the time. 😉 Sort of this style type thing:

And then I’m going to hang my various assortment of artwork around… Both the paintings I’ve done and the posters I own, namely these two:

(I wish I’d bought the red version of this, since that’s the original, and it would go so much better, but unfortunately I have the purple because when I bought it I was obsessed with purple. I also wish I had the DFTBA version, but whatever. C’est la vie.)

And then of course I’m going to have books everywhere. I’m hoping to have a mantlepiece put up across from the bed for my various knickknacks and books that don’t fit on the shelves, etc.

I also want a companion cube somewhere, but I have plenty of clay from art camp, so I can sculpt that and have it fired myself. 😉

Anyway, we’ll see how it turns out. I’ll post progress pictures for y’all as it comes along.

Have a great afternoon!



BEDA Day 23: Oops.

So I legitimately forgot to post yesterday. My evening was spent finally beating Portal 2 (it actually only took me a try and a half – I died once, but they restarted me halfway through the boss level) and then reading Blue Sky, this incredible Portal fanfiction. (I know what your saying, fanfiction is terrible, etc, etc, but THIS IS THE EXCEPTION.

Anyway. Long story short, I have this stuck in my head.

I have to leave to babysit in about 20 minutes, so I’m going to slapdash this post and do a meme thing. YAY.

I thought I’d escaped unscathed from this since Liam didn’t nominate me, but I’d already been nominated by Nevillegirl. *scowls* But I don’t really have anything else better to do, so here we go.

As always, the cursed rules:

“The Liebster Award is for bloggers with fewer than 200 followers. Award winners share 11 facts about themselves, answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who tagged them, come up with 11 of their own questions and tag 11 more bloggers with the award.”

We’ll see Liebster Award. We’ll see.

Eleven Facts About Me

  1. I sniff water before I drink it, thanks to an intense dislike of soda and Mountain Dew’s cunning ability to pretend to be water.
  2. I sometimes wish I lived in the 1950’s.
  3. I played basketball for a grand total of one day.
  4. I’ve been to Belgium.
  5. The only exercise I really enjoy is weight training. I don’t do it a lot, though, because it requires a gym.
  6. I buy almost all of my clothes at Goodwill.
  7. All the clothes I buy in the aforementioned fact have to be evaluated for not only looks and wearability, but also for cosplay functionality or steampunkness.
  8. I wore my glasses to prom because I enjoy being able to see.
  9. I ship everything. My motto has become “If it breathes, ship it.” (Postscript to Hero’s motto: “If it doesn’t breathe, ship it anyway. I don’t care.”)
  10. Human!Wheatley/Chell is my new OTP.
  11. I am just as obnoxious IRL as I am online.

Nevillegirl’s Questions

  1. Which would you rather put on an iPad: all the books you own or all the music you own? Erm, books? I already have all my music on an iPod, so.
  2. What is your favorite city? Erm, Rome. I don’t know.
  3. What is your favorite blog name (not your own)? She Learns as She Goes
  4. What TV show(s) do you hate and why? Family Guy, American Dad, etc… Basically any Fox/ABC Family/NBC/whatever show that is really crude and really anti-Christian-values.
  5. What is your favorite cheese? Swiss.
  6. What is your favorite sandwich? Tomato mozzarella panini from Panera.
  7. What is your favorite soda? Don’t drink soda.
  8. Have you ever read any of Bill Bryson’s awesome writing and if not, why not? Never heard of him.
  9. What is the first word that comes to mind when you think of Musings From Neville’s Navel? Bellybutton lint.
  10. Which do you like more: dictionaries or thesauruses? Thesaurus, because it sounds like a dinosaur.
  11. How do you feel about being asked all these questions, anyway? It’s alright, but I have to go eat dinner now, so I have to stop.

And because I feel the desire to rebel against society, I won’t ask any more questions or tag anyone. Take that, society.

Off to eat and then babysit. Have a great night!