General Confessions Episode 3

Howdy Strangers! This is just a hiatus from hiatusing (why is this not a word?) and you'll soon never hear from me again for three/four more weeks. Also, due to a official hiatus period, this is simply a write dump consisting of nothing to exciting. I did write a full-blown proper (and I mean proper) confession, but I don't feel quite ready to share it with the world wide web yet. So you'll just have to enjoy the following:

EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!!!!!!!!!

I get frustrated about very little things. Little things like overuse of exclamation marks. They make a story sound like a fangirl gush, halt flow and are aesthetically unpleasing. Take for example: 

"Then I ran into the kitchen and saw my friend Mandy! She was just standing there, doing I'm not sure what, but looking very attractive! Perhaps Luke will ask her out soon!" compared to:

"Then I ran into the kitchen and saw my girlfriend Mandy. She was just standing there, doing I'm not sure what, but looking very attractive. Perhaps Luke will ask her out soon!" 

They both say the exact same thing, however the second one feels easier to read, sounds more mature, won't be read in a silly teenage girl's voice and actually conveys more meaning and emotion as it creates a depth and range of feeling, whilst sentence one simply gushes and sounds fake. Another thing about exclamation marks that annoy me is when people use multiple ones at a time, e.g !! or !!!!!!!!!!!!!!. It is simply unnecessary and distracting to the eye! It makes thing difficult to read and absorb! In fact, I even have an opportunity to use a Terry Pratchett quote here (yay!); "'Multiple exclamation marks,' he went on, shaking his head, 'are a sure sign of a diseased mind'"~Eric. 

CINNAMON CHALLENGE IS FOR SISSIES

So I presume you've all heard of the latest craze in weird things that internet people do: The Cinnamon Challenge. If you haven't basically it involves placing a heaped tablespoon of ground cinnamon into one's mouth. Youtubers do it, bloggers do it, silly people at parties do it. I decided to join the throng and I did it. But I didn't actually decide to join the throng, I simply wanted to try a feat (or treat in the novel) mentioned in the fantastic novel 'What Katy Did'. The feat? To ingest a stick of cinnamon with pleasure. A stick of cinnamon. Ack. I had completely forgotten about this anecdote but remembered it whilst placing the oats away and the cinnamon container caught my eye. I was fairly hesitant as, evidenced by the Cinnamon Challenge, vast amounts of cinnamon is not generally considered a delicacy. I thought about it for a while and finally decided...well, YOLO.  So I began, I grabbed a (small) stick out of the spice box, and bit into it with relish. My thought process as I ate it  is recorded here: 'Wow... this is crunchy... It's just like eating treebark... I'm not getting any flavours yet.... How the hell am I going to swallow this crunched up mess?...Oh... that's actually quite nice, very nutty, fairly flavoursome.... Why do people consider the cinnamon challenge so hard?... Hmmmm, getting a bit spicy now, but nothing I can't handle, in fact it rather adds to the experience.... Oh Yum! Those flavours are really nice... I understand why the Carrs had cinnamon as a treat now... Crunch, crunch, crunch. OH DEAR GOD! IT BURNS, IT BURNS! GET IT OUT NOW!... ew.

That is really gross, my hand is covered in what looks like my baby sisters semi-digested tree-bark... IT'S STILL BURNING DANG IT! Water....oh sweet water.... Now I just need to clean the sink of chewed up tree-bark... fun... well. I won't be doing that again."And thus ended my version of the cinnamon challenge.

Harry Potter and the Magic of Puberty

I know what you're thinking: Oh great! Yet another thing about how all the HP characters ended up being really attractive. But I guess it is kinda cool, cause if I'm attracted to males I get to drool over pictures of Matt Lewis or if I'm attracted to females I get to drool over Emma Watson. 

But no. There will be schmexy pictures cos I want an excuse to dribble over people but I will be focusing on a character renowned for being the...well... opposite of sexy. Firstly, there is of course Tom Felton but he's old news. Today I want to focus on Dudley (gasp!). 

You're probably thinking 'so what? He's still pretty ugly.' WRONG! You see, I have another image to show you....

He's in Merlin which means Fantaboush!

asdfghjkl! How and when did Ickle Dudleykins become so attractive? 

On a side, Harry Potter-related-thing, does this disturb you?

Baby Voldemort doll. Why? 

 Cos it scares me half to death! Some person makes HP themed dolls! 

Supposedly baby Luna doll

So... I'm being lazy and will come back and edit, format, correct, etc some other time than 10:30 on Friday night (woot! I have a life). I'm also going to be too lazy to give you a Word of the Fortnight (I have to learn lists of useless things for exams. I'm not adding to it) but I will give you a few fun updates on life as Confession:

a) Sickness: I am perpetually sick. Week 3 just ended and I've already had 5 days off. Ridiculous. I'm not pulling sickies or even just mildly sick; I am honest to goodness unable to attend school sick. I'm still recovering from Conjunctivitis. I had it in one eye, then that was almost better when I got it in the other eye. What is this? Anyway, to treat my perpetual illness I now have a bright red iron supplement once a day, a bright orange multivit once a day, eye-drops four times a day and oily, wheaty pro-biotic water twice a day. What sheer joy.

b) Our book: We've actually started writing! We've written 2.5 chapters and Confession is probably currently writing the next bit. We're getting through it surprisingly fast- probably as a result of study procrastination and not paying attention in geography- and I'm so glad we spent that 4 months writing back story.

c) New room: I told you this a while ago but I thought I'd tell you a bit more about it now. Basically, it's at the other end of the house to my parents and (soon to be 2) baby sibling(s), it has it's own ensuite (yay!), it is deliciously large and I feel ridiculously spoilt! I still haven't finished decorating, got one more 'Quoting Shakespeare' (gosh I'm a nerd) poster to frame and hang above my bed, but I do have a Discworld poster, a Card wall, some medieval figurines, insufficient book cases, dodgy cardboard boxes full of writing inspirations and a fairy statuette collection. I am just so darn cool.

Now that you've made it through fairly boring write-dump and some even more boring updates of my life you have my full permission to go and read a book, watch a film, dance a hornpipe, learn to whistle and then appliquéing a quilt. Enjoy life, living it to a high potential.
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P.S Comments + other proof that someone, anyone, is actually reading these things are appreciated- even negative feedback is good feedback :)

General Confessions ep.2 :)

It's 1:00am and I should be desperately trying to compress my science report in order to email to my home computer in order to print it in order to hand it in tomorrow later today in order to not fail science. Instead I'm going to talk to you guys. Well, not really. I'm just going to give you another 'write dump' to enjoy :)

SNILY SONG!

Ok. So while I don't actually ship Snily (Snape + Lily) because it doesn't work with the book ( I can't even read HP fanfic with Fred in it without crying. I'm pathetic I know.) I do think it's kinda cute and besides, I love anything even vaguely HP related. So when I heard the Smashing Pumpkins song 'Lily (my one and only)' I was in a state of raving shock. I saw the name in iTunes and got really excited. I then played it and went ballistic. Listen to it and then look up the lyrics. It's like it was written for Snily, lyrics and everything, except of course it obviously wasn't as the song was written in 1995. I have to make sure and tell you that or else the boy I like might get annoyed with me again *sob*. 

It's cute...but never would have worked

IN-JOKES

It's a real carrot alright. Hehehe.

In-jokes are pretty awesome right? I love them. Although, if you're not 'in' on them it's a tad awkward. Now, the correct courtesy in this instance is to smile awkwardly and gaze into the distance while those who are 'in' crack up. That's just the way it is right? In-jokes aren't funny if you're not in on them. However, I have a friend (who is possibly reading this-awkward. I think you're a wonderful person but it's just really funny the way you do this.) who the moment an in-joke comes up says either (and I quote) "in-jokes aren't funny." or else "Your in-jokes aren't very funny". Well of course they're not funny if you're not in on them! How is the word 'carrot' funny in any way? It is if it has certain connotations pertaining to a particular memory between you and a friend....But otherwise NO! The whole definition of an in-joke is that it's a joke that you're 'in' on, meaning if you're not, it's not a joke. 

(P.S I love you my friend. just not in that way)

MORE AWKWARDNESS IN MY LIFE

There's a complete and utter troll out there in the world of twitter. I won't mention any names but they are a complete and utter idiot who cares only about attention. They also love Justin Bieber and can apparently 'swag' pretty well (hints. You might know her *cough cough did I say her? cough* by now.). Any-who, they tweet a lot of really homophobic, idiotic, racist or otherwise politically incorrect stuff. Me and Philosopher were talking about her in geography and I've had the good fortune to not actually seen any of their really racist stuff. Philosopher was telling me about it and I was doing geography at the same time, I was angry and upset and not really focusing too hard, so I typed Pakisatan into google maps. Go back and reread that sentence. No, it's not a typo and yes, You read it correctly. Pakisatan. I typed that into google maps, whilst ranting about how stupid a racist person is. Ironic.

Anywho, my home computer has decided to crash on me :( noooooooo. Oh well. I'll hop up at 6:00 and catch the early bus to print science and geography at school. Easy! (*groan*).

Anyway, 'Stay gold Ponyboy!' 

Love Confession.

xx

P.S Thanks 'Firejay112' ;) I'm glad you enjoyed it <3

P.P.S I've read that book (Outsiders) at multiple times and I still bawl
P.P.S Just realised I forgot a word of the week! Sorry! I can't be bothered to go back and write it in, so I'll just shove it in here:

I even took a photo of one of my pretty re-used index cards for you!

General Confessions

Before I start my actual post, I'd just like to clear a few things up. Firstly, I thought this blog was to document our 'adventurous forays into the world of book writing' (yay! quoting myself!) but Philosopher said, and I don't quote, that it was just to write about our lives and our itchy-witchy writing fingers. So I guess her definition makes more sense, however I might try to focus on writing stuff. Also, I never really noticed that much, but Philosopher's writing style is dramatically different to mine.I mean I've always known, but her post is so darn poetical compared to my rosy-prosy one. I've decided it's good as you will never get us confuzzled. That's all, now enjoy my actual post:

I don't really know what to write but I don't want to bore you, which is what my colleague has insinuated in her post, so I decided that I would use this post as a place to just put general ramblings. A 'sketch dump' in artistic terms. Lets'a go Mario:

Awkwardness in my life: Today I was standing on the bus, just before my stop. I picked up my bag and was putting it on my back, which required letting go of the pole for one second. Unfortunately the bus driver chose exactly this moment to pull up, meaning I fell on top of the lady next to me, had to grab the pole and ended up swinging around it, into a man sitting down. I then had to grab my bag, actually put it on this time and walk casually off the bus. While this may seem like a fairly unusual event, I regularly fall over on the bus, either onto someone or even off the bus. Every morning I get squashed against some adult sitting down, while hundreds of school boys squish past me on my other side. Public buses are just awkward.

Musical Epiphanies:
I love music. I listen to music that few people my age have ever heard of, let alone appreciate. Philosopher will definitely agree with me, as she has accused me of "being into wackjob indie music that no one else has ever heard of." She did, however, very kindly allow me to chose our Protagonist's favourite musos. Now that you know the introduction allow me to share two musical revelations I have had this week. Now,  they're very obvious concepts that I have just somehow managed to miss.  I feel very silly sharing this but you won't judge me.... will you? Neither of my revelations relate to particularly esoteric music:
Official Musical Epiphany Number One is that the Muse song "Eurasia" is about Europe and Asia. The shock! The Horror! The feeling of being a genius and then realising that it's actually glaringly obvious! I've owned this song for well over a year, listening to it at least once a fortnight, and I've never realised. I have no idea how it totally escaped my notice but if it's also escaped yours, I've now enlightened you so you no longer feel mildly discombobulated whenever you listen to the song 'Eurasia'.
Official Musical Epiphany Number Two is the album 'Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness' by the Smashing Pumpkins. I thought it was an awesome name, but a bit weird. I mean, what kind of a name is 'Melon Collie'? Jokes.... it's like melancholy.... the awkwardness....so basically the name is like sadness and the infinite sadness! I actually didn't realise this until I saw someone talking about the album on the book of faces.
So in conclusion, I'm pretty stupid sometimes. Oh well, maybe I'll just go listen to The Cure.

So thanks for reading :) I hope you enjoyed my 'write dump' and that you have lovely, sunshiny/rainy (whichever you prefer) day. Oh, also hello to the German viewer. You probably stumbled across our blog by accident but still. You're German therefore you're awesome. Ich liebe Dich, aber nicht im ein bizarre way. :)
As someone mildy famous once said: "Sleep tight, ya morons!" 
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