Resolutions and Fanfare

Before I do anything today, I’d like to throw a big shoutout at my darling brother, who just half-an-hour ago joined me in the glory that is Slytherin House!

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t seen it coming – he couldn’t really be anything but Slytherin. Regardless, I’m proud of him. 🙂

Today’s post comes to you in two parts! Part 1: Fanfare!

I keep having all these ideas for blog posts, and every time I try to go do a blog post that I’ve had an idea for, Liam tags me in some ridiculous blog-chain-meme-thing.

Long story short, I was going to do a Thoughts from Places post about my trip to the beach, but now you’re just going to have to wait until Wednesday for that. And you can blame him.

He’s nominated me for the Amazeballs Blogger Award, and since it seems rather rude to ignore a nomination, I shall participate, however halfheartedly.

Like all of these absurd awards, they come with RULES, half of which I shall disregard, as always.

Here we go.

THE CURSED RULES:

  1. You must link to the blog you received the award from.
  2. You must answer all the questions.
  3. You must pass it onto at least one other Amazeballs Blogger, the more the merrier.
  4. You must remember to tell the recipients that you nominated them!!! Whether by commenting on their blogs, PMing them if you know them on a different site, etc. Those’re the rules!!!
  5. You must be amazeballs!!!

Well, I already linked to the blog. Take that, you silly award, you.

Answering all the questions. Okay.

What are your favorite song lyrics?

Ummm… I like a lot of songs and song lyrics, but my two favorites have got to be: “So if you care to find me/look to the Western sky! As someone told me lately/everyone deserves a chance to fly!” from Wicked, and “Tomorrow we’ll be far away/tomorrow is the judgement day/tomorrow we’ll discover what our God in Heaven has in store! One more dawn! One more day! One day more!” from Les Misérables. (Also, basically everything Éponine ever sings.)

What is your favorite book/book series?

YOU CAN’T ASK THAT! THAT’S THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION EVER TO BE ASKED. (“Silence will fall when the question is asked.” “What question?” “The First Question, the oldest question in the Universe, that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight…”) If I had to answer, I would say Leviathan, by Scott Westerfeld, and Artemis Fowl, by Eoin Colfer, but I have a million other series that I love to absolute pieces.

What is your favorite movie/TV series?

Movie? Erm… I dunno. The Hunger Games. Tangled. Star Trek. There Be Dragons. Etc. TV series is easy: LEVERAGE. And then DOWNTON ABBEY. YES. (And Doctor Who and Phineas and Ferb and Avatar/The Legend of Korra. All of those. But the season premiere of Leverage is tomorrow and I’m psyching myself up for it. And then Downton Abbey is just flawless. So.)

Who inspires you?

Anyone who pursues what they love with relentless determination inspires me. Brave, strong women who live up to their full, God-given potential inspire me. Amelia Earhart inspires me. St. Maria Goretti, St. Lucy, and St. Philomena inspire me. Angela, my youth group director, inspires me. Perrin, my former swim coach, inspires me. Kira and Julia, the most gorgeous, amazing writers I’ve ever met, inspire me.

What is your dream job?

Mother. In my eyes, a career is temporary. I love to write and I love to play my cello, but ultimately, my dream job – my true calling, as I understand it right now, is to be a mother. That is what I want most.

That’s the end of the questions! On to rule number three: nominate other people!

Hmmm, yeah, I don’t think so.

…which kind of rules out number four. Ha.

As for number five: you know it.

I might be going crazy with the gifs. But you can never have enough Lauren Lopez. I’m just saying.

Moving on, part two! Resolutions!

I’ve recently become obsessed with reading She Learns As She Goesa blog by BlimeyCow’s own Kelli Taylor. It’s basically the cutest blog ever. On the blog, Kelli does this thing where she sets resolutions for herself that month, and then at the end of the month, she grades herself. I liked this idea so much, I decided to steal it. *shameless*

Last week, I wrote out my resolutions in my journal, and so all of you can keep me accountable, here they are.

1. Journal every day.

I’ve always liked the idea of journalling every day, but I can never pull myself together enough to actually do it. I protest that I’m ‘too busy’ – the truth is that I have plenty of free time, but I just waste it all.

2. Turn off the TV/laptop.

The number of hours I spend online or watching TV is getting out of hand. It gets to the point where I hardly read anymore – or practice my cello! – because I’m too ‘busy’ watching TV. I’m resolving to turn off the TV/computer more often and find things I love to do in the free time: cook, take a walk, knit, play my cello… Etc.

3. Eat healthier.

This is especially difficult now that I’m at my grandparents’ house, but I’m making the effort. I found out the other day that I fit into a pair of jeans I previously hadn’t, and the feeling was awesome.

So far I’m doing all right on my resolutions — except for the TV/computer one. I’m completely failing that. To be fair, my grandparents have the TV running constantly, and there isn’t a lot to do here BESIDES get on the computer, but still. I could be trying harder.

So, with that in mind, I will now shut off my computer and go make some tea, or something constructive. Maybe I’ll see if Grandma’s awake and we’ll do a puzzle.

Have a great weekend!

~Hero

 

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Bonus Post: AIRPORT BLOG (or why Hero is a terrorist)

So, I’m at the airport and I have about an hour before our flight leaves. The evil bookstore here in the airport DOES NOT HAVE the new Artemis Fowl book that’s out today (infuriatingly), so I figured I would use the time to tell you a story about how I am a terrorist. (Calm yourselves. I’m not actually a terrorist. For one, I’m way too white to be a terrorist. Also too fifteen and too Catholic. Moving on.)

[Quick note before I move on: the woman next to me at the airport is reading 50 Shades of Grey. *kills things* Also note that the evil bookstore had about 5,000 copies of that, but not one Artemis Fowl book. LOGIC CHECK PLEASE.]

Anyway: let’s set the scene. In the foyer of my house this morning. It’s raining outside, we have all our luggage by the front door, and Dad is running through some pre-flight checks.

He asks, “Do you have any weapons in your bags?”

Brother makes a joke about a gun. I remember my pocketknife. “Oh!” I say. “I have a pocketknife in my purse I need to take out.” Dad tells me to put it in my checked luggage, but I tell him I don’t need it so I’ll just leave it at home. Stupidly, I decide to run to the bathroom before taking it out. I promptly forget about it.

Cut to: airport security.

I’m sure you can see where this is going. I got busted for having a knife in my purse and Dad had to carry it out to the car while we waited by the security. It took him ten minutes to go out to the car, come back, and go through security again. The whole time I was just waiting for him to get through and chew me out, but thank goodness my father is nothing like my mother. If I’d been with Mom, I’d still be hearing about it as I write this. (Which reminds me: those of you who know me IRL and also know my mother – NOT ONE WORD OF THIS TO HER. NOT. ONE. WORD. She will flip out.)

Anyway, I think I might go on an adventure through the airport in search of an alternative to the evil bookstore. (Or I’ll just wait until we get to Florida. *sigh*) Have a great day! Expect a post tomorrow – last night I could hardly sleep, I was so bombarded with blog post ideas.

I was thinking about doing BEDA (Blog Every Day August) in, obviously, August. What do y’all think?

Pray for me that the rest of this trip is uneventful! 😛

x
Hero

Things of Little Consequence

Today I want to devote an entire blog post to all the issues I have with Avril Lavigne’s ‘Sk8er Boi’. Stupid? Yes. But the dang song is stuck in my head and there is so much wrong with it that I feel the need to get this rant out of my system.

Let’s go line by line, shall we?

He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?

So far, fine. Girl, boy, classic love story set up.

He was a punk.
She did ballet.
What more can I say?

Quite a bit more, actually. I get that this is a song, and this line is used to reflect that they had pretty different personalities, but being a punk/doing ballet does not epitomize you as a person.

He wanted her.
She’d never tell.
Secretly she wanted him as well.

Here’s where I start having issues. Besides the fact that we’re using the word ‘wanted’ instead of ‘was in love with’ (which says to me that this is obviously a really superficial relationship), we also have to deal with the fact that this ballerina girl is ashamed of ‘wanting’ this guy. I’m sorry, but if you really care about someone, you’re not ashamed of them – no matter what others think. Which leads us to the next line.

And all of her friends
Stuck up their nose.
And they had a problem with his baggy clothes.

In my time I’ve seen two ways that this can be interpreted: 1) Ballerina Girl’s friends are all snobs and need to get over themselves, and are also not Ballerina Girl’s real friends, because if they were her real friends, they’d like him because she liked him and they want her to be happy. 2) Ballerina Girl’s friends care too much about her to see her go off with this punk/skater dude who doesn’t exactly sound like a savory person. I mean, clothes are one thing, but personality and behavior are another. (If one of my friends liked a guy who was treated people badly or didn’t have respect for authority or otherwise made him a bad influence, I would have issues, and pull a Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. “My objections to the marriage were not merely those which I last night acknowledged to have the utmost force of passion to put aside, in my own case; the want of connection could not be so great an evil to my friend as to me…”) Either way, this line is just wrong, juxtaposed with the next one.

He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy.
He wasn’t good enough for her.
She had a pretty face but her head was up in space.
She needed to come back down to earth.

Okay, so this one also has two interpretations, the former of which is more likely: Ballerina Girl listened to her snobby friends and turned down Skater/Punk Dude not because he was bad for her morally, but because he was poor or a punk or not a ballerina or some other superficial reason. The less likely reason is that Ballerina Girl turned down Skater/Punk Dude because he was legitimately morally bad for her, as her friends told her, and Avril Lavigne is mocking this decision. So either she was superficial, or she wasn’t superficial and Lavigne is calling her an idiot for leaving a guy who was apparently hot/talented.

Five years from now, she sits at home feeding the baby, she’s all alone.
She turns on TV and guess who she sees?
Skater boy rockin’ up MTV.
She calls up her friends.
They already know
And they’ve all got tickets to see his show.
She tags along, stands in the crowd.
Looks up at the man that she turned down.

Okay, this is the part of the song that bothers me the most. She has a baby, which, assuming the best case scenario, means that she was in love with someone who was also in love with her, and they got married and had a baby and he’s either still there and just not present in this scene, or he left/something happened to him. So then this girl, with her child, born of a man she obviously loved very much and should either be remembering or mourning or something, goes to a concert to regret her decisions because the guy she liked as a teenager is a rock star now. What is this? Is she supposed to throw away everything she had with the father of her child because this dude is a rock star? Does she have no integrity? What real woman would experience regret at a loving, obviously fruitful, if short-lived relationship because a relationship that could have happened with a famous dude didn’t? I mean, come on! I’ve had crushes on people before, and I don’t think in a million years that, after having grown up, gotten married and had children, I would go back to having a crush on them because they can play a guitar moderately well.

He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy.
He wasn’t good enough for her.
Now he’s a superstar
Slammin’ on his guitar
To show pretty faces what he’s worth.

This line is also obnoxious. Because your worth is entirely in the fact that you’re a superstar! Apparently! It’s like, “Hey, this girl turned me down. What should I do? I know! Not change my personality or anything at all, not maybe shape up my life and become a respectable gentleman so this doesn’t happen again – nah! I’ll become a ROCKSTAR, so I can have a bunch of groupies and girls who have no self confidence/worth hanging all over me, and then she’ll regret not dating me because I’m FAMOUS now!” In what universe does this make sense? If I got turned down by a guy for reasons based on station of life/personality/whatever, I’d either a) move on, or b) in following the same route as Skater/Punk Dude, go for a profession that actually shows my self worth! Like, hey, I was an awesome girl, I’m a writer/famous cellist/charity worker with a great personality now, too bad you couldn’t see past my non-designer clothes and really get to know me! Instead, this guy, who was turned down FOR SUPERFICIAL REASONS goes off and pursues ONE OF THE MOST SUPERFICIAL CAREERS EVER. What’s this girl supposed to think? “Aw, dang it, look at how famous that guy is. I really missed out – he would have made me happy… I mean, how could that relationship go wrong? He’s so famous, everything would be perfect and his riches and fame would make me happy…” Logic check, please.

Sorry girl but you missed out.
Well tough luck that boy’s mine now.
We are more than just good friends.
This is how the story ends.
Too bad that you couldn’t see…
See the man that boy could be.
There is more than meets the eye,
I see the soul that is inside.

Okay. So now Lavigne is mocking this girl who made life choices that may or may not have been wrong, after ridiculing the fact that she MAJORLY SCREWED UP by not dating this über famous guitar player when she had the chance and therefore her life is terrible and she will never be happy ever just because she didn’t date a rock star… And then she has the nerve to throw in a line about ‘soul’ – Avril, I’m pretty positive from everything you’ve said so far that you don’t really care about this guy’s soul. You’re dating him because he’s a rock star and making fun of the girl who didn’t. If he had a winning personality and a soul that would have made him right for this girl, he probably wouldn’t have decided to become a rock star to show her what she was missing. (Try a humanitarian or a doctor, if we’re going to go down the career route – not that someone’s career showcases their personality. Honestly, he should have actually talked to her, since she obviously cared – well, ‘wanted’ this guy. If he had such a deep soul or whatever, she would love him regardless of the bagginess of his clothing.)

He’s just a boy, and I’m just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love.
Haven’t you heard how we rock each other’s world?

Yay, Avril, you love the guy. Good for you. I hope you feel better, taunting the girl who almost had him first. ALSO, you seem to think that she would be in your shoes if she hadn’t turned him down. So, two questions for you: 1) how many relationships that start as teenagers last for very long? 2) How many relationships with ROCK STARS last for very long? All I can see as that Ballerina Girl would have dated this guy for superficial reasons, and now she’d be in the same place she is now, except she went through a breakup with this guy – even more painful – and would not have a baby, a baby who is probably pretty dang precious to her.

I’m with the skater boy I said see ya later boy.
I’ll be backstage after the show.
I’ll be at the studio singing the song we wrote about a girl you used to know.

Well, that’s hardly necessary, is it?

Anyway, I know it doesn’t really matter and it’s kind of stupid to complain about a pop song that came out in 2002, but it just really bothers me that this is society’s view on women. Didn’t date a rock star? Life wasted. Hope you enjoy regretting that decision until the day you die. Like you can’t live a happy, full life without dating someone famous or cool! And now you’re stuck with a baby from pursuing true love – so, oops, looks like your whole life is ruined! I, for one, hope that I marry a giant dork who isn’t cool or famous in the slightest, and then have a gazillion kids so my life is as ruined as I can possibly get it, and I KNOW that will make me incredibly happy, despite the fact that Avril Lavigne and the rest of the world things it won’t.

I’ll do my question post on Wednesday, providing I get some more questions. Leave them in the comments, and as always, thanks for reading!

~Hero