2009- Whoa

Reading other posts and blogs about 2008/2009 has inspired me to write one. Looking back, a lot of things have happened that were life changing.

Lets start way back when. The first most important thing that happened had to be my appointment with the career counselor waay back in January (ironic because it's January now). I basically had no clue what to major in (I still kind of don't) and he at least gave me choices. Because it would be impossible to begin architecture second semester, I went and applied to the college and was accepted for some unknown reason (more on this).

High school was a blur. Orchestra, Study Hall, American Lit II, Webpage, Honors Discrete, Econ, Novels. Good classes, bad classes. I really miss American Lit II. That class made my day and never failed to disappoint. I was really sad to leave orchestra despite some..things. Almost all of my really good friends were in orchestra and most, if not all, of my underclassmen buddies were in there. I really miss playing in an orchestra- I have no time to do it now.

I really miss writers club. It was one, nice big sigh of relief at the end of the week. I made a ton of friends, learned things- it was pretty amazing.

Graduation came and went. I still remember feeling how bored I was having to hear close to 500 student names before moving from my seat.

Then summer came...what did I do all summer? I think for the most part I just relaxed, subconsciously knowing architecture will soon kick my ass. I hung out with friends, wrote a lot more than I thought I was and got ready for college.

BSU is nothing like I thought it was going to be. What shocked me the most was the people. Not the classes, profs, or atmosphere, but the people. Looking back, I can't believe how stupid people were in high school- there's really no other way to put it. It's like when we all looked back at middle school and cringed, now it's for high school. High school just wasn't real life and no one really took their heads out of the fog and realized this. Now, I know college isn't real life either but I think we see more of what life really is.

Of course, I could be totally wrong about this.

Aside from the social realization for life, my first semester was devoted to sleep, figuring out where we were going to eat, and architecture. In order of importance, reverse that. Very bluntly, architecture beat up every single farchie (fall architecture student). I doubt anyone would have predicted the amount of work we would do. However, I think we had to be worked like that, given a project on Monday and have it due on Wednesday as well as having a bigger project due on Friday. Oh, and don't forget your other classes.

Wooow.

Still, if I saw what I would be doing on my final project at the beginning of the semester, I wouldn't believe it. I can actually draw without it looking like a blob- now it's a nicely formed unknown shape. I liked all the projects we did- seeing the final work in your hands, on your desk gives you a pretty big swell of pride.

Then you see the star artist student sitting next to you have this amazing, textbook worthy drawing. Ugh x.x

I got a B and a B+ in my main 2 architecture classes which I was extremely happy with seeing as how everything was hand drawn and I haven't taken an art class since the 6th grade. However, I'm still not sure if I want to do this for my career. At the moment, I am leaning towards being an urban planner which is still in the college. It's actually the College of Architecture and Planning (CAP). But I just don't know.

Yay for indecisiveness.

So that's basically my whole year. Lots of things happened in such a long, yet short, length of time. It's truly amazing. 2009 should be good as I am more settled into college. This will be the last year as a teenager. I will be alive for 2 decades in a little over half a year. Ugh, ugh ugh ugh. decadeS. Now it's plural. Yuck.

Cheers for 2009!

The Awkward Year

So, it was my birthday last Friday and while counting down the days I noticed something.

The age 19 is a really awkward year. It's the first year where nothing exciting really happens. Up until your 10, every birthday counts. 7 is a lot more mature than 6, a 6 month old baby is different than an 11 month. Then, you start to really go to school..or at least not elementary anymore (middle school was still baaad). You hit 12, the final year before a teenager and them BAM you're 13 and on top of the world (or at least you think so).

Then you go through the teenage years. 14, you're really a teenager now. 15, you have one more year until 16, which is when you can drive. 17 is a stepping stone into adulthood, or something like that, and you can legally see rated-R movies!!! And then 18, where the USA government sees that you are an adult. You can do everything now, vote, join military, get a tattoo, go to adult jail. It's great!

Behold age 19. What is new to us? The last year of being a teenager? I was ready for that about 3 years ago... The year before being 20? But being 20 is one of the last exciting birthdays. And there seems to be this huge gap between 19 and 20.

19. It's just another year...nothing really happens. Makes me feel old...

Boooo

Ack, it has happened to me again.

So this probably occurs 9 months out of the year. The time where my motivation/creativity for writing goes down the drain. I was doing so well too. I started a novel (again) but this time I actually knew the plot and ending. I was even writing it by hand when I couldn't go on the computer, now that is dedication. And then I found/remembered how cool my NaNoWriMo story was from 2007 and started reading that and was amazed by the fact that while writing as much as I could, not looking at grammar/quality, it wasn't half bad.

And then BAM! I think everything sucks. Why does it happen? It's not even writers block, I know what I would write, but I just don't feel like writing. And I can't force myself because nothing goes into the novel, it's just blah.

Maybe it's because of summer. But this is the time to write before school starts, when I'm not busy. Stupid brain. Maybe blogging about it will want to make me write more...hopefully. But still, I would like to know how to happens so I can avoid it? Grrrr

On a completely different note, I found out that the spell checker thing on here just tells you if something is spelled incorrectly. It doesn't show how it should be spelled...yuck.

Fraggle Rock

So, I just came across the fact that the old popular television show Fraggle Rock will be made into a movie. Apparently it's been proposed ever since 2006 so I wonder why I haven't found this out yet. Muppet Wiki has all of the information, or at least most of what is out there. Sounds pretty spiffy.

I think it's great that it's going to be a "live-action musical feature." Do I hear another Avenue Q? But then I'm sure the content will be a lot different, or at least I hope so. The themes of Fraggle Rock and Avenue Q don't really fit together.

I vaguely remember the show but it's still part of my childhood. It ended in '87 so I probably saw old reruns. I totally remember the dog in the beginning!

Here's a link to the intro: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSDeoO-j3G0

Also, while going down memory lane check out the Muppet Show openning as well. Thanks to the Muppet Show, the name of the blog was possible. Thank you Jim Henson.

Entry number 1

So this is my first post. I've actually been wanting to get a blog for the past month or so, I even had some ideas on what to write about. I forget all of them now though. They were good ideas too.

So I'll be posting my thoughts on various issues in the news, what happened to me that day, videos, etc. Anything really. I'll probably only update once a week at the most, that is what usually happens.

So right now I'm writing the story I'm working on. It's going pretty well and I want to write it, I just don't have any motivation. I wonder why that is. Maybe if I got paid to write it or got graded on it, I would try harder. Any takers?

The story is kind of complicated so I won't post what it's about at the moment. That and I'm lazy. And I usually don't like my story about a month or two after I started it. The story I did for last year's NaNoWriMo, I hate it now and I thought it was a really good idea at the time. But who knows. I actually have an ending to this one so maybe it won't be so bad.