Archive for the ‘In reality, I’m six.’ Category

Sonya Green, a review

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

1. Finish Joan Bauer’s Rules of the Road (for YA Lit).
2. Sleep
3. Wake up
4. Dasayuna
5. Take shower
6. Put on pretty pretty princess birthday outfit.
7. Have fabulous birthday lunch with Ryan.
8. Read Child of the Owl in the sunshine (for YA Lit).
9. Get great birthday haircut that doesn’t make me cry or look like a newscaster.
Oh, and I get till 3:30 pm, because that’s when I met the world.

That’s a lot of stuff to cross off the list. I wonder if I’ll get everything done. I should also come up with a list of things to do during the 27th year.
And this is why Allison Darling Lyman is my best friend.

Sunday Kofax

And now you all know that Sunday Kofax is my hired killer name. Thanks,
Babs.
I thought you might (ok,
I thought I might) enjoy a brief history of myself (as seen from the photographs Lena has scanned in).

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You may notice the work gloves I have on. I secretly want to be a farmer.

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Mom made that coat – notice the fine ducky buttons.

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I was going to say that this was during my awkward phase, but really, I think 1993 was a bad year for fashion in general. Our glasses could collectively make a telescope strong enough to view space litter. That photograph, right there, marks the last time I studied Spanish (until this semester).

Quick list of things to do before turning 27

Monday, February 6th, 2006

1. Finish Joan Bauer’s Rules of the Road (for YA Lit).
2. Sleep
3. Wake up
4. Dasayuna
5. Take shower
6. Put on pretty pretty princess birthday outfit.
7. Have fabulous birthday lunch with Ryan.
8. Read Child of the Owl in the sunshine (for YA Lit).
9. Get great birthday haircut that doesn’t make me cry or look like a newscaster.
Oh, and I get till 3:30 pm, because that’s when I met the world.

That’s a lot of stuff to cross off the list. I wonder if I’ll get everything done. I should also come up with a list of things to do during the 27th year.

Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit!

Wednesday, February 1st, 2006

It’s the best month in the world!

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And perhaps this is secret bunny month.

I saw Harry Potter and it’s 3:20 and I’m tired.

Friday, November 18th, 2005

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The majority of these movie-goers were children when they first read Harry Potter. Now they’re watching this movie drunk, in their pubcrawl teeshirts.

The movie was scary, dark (right, right, we knew that), a little sexy, and I’m not convinced that it was good. I’ll have to sleep on it (for a few hours, before waking up to go to class).

Puppet puppy says “The revolution will not be televised.”

Saturday, September 17th, 2005

Yup.

I don’t even care if it’s real. This made my journalist/proofreader heart sing with joy. It’s not often I enjoy Bush-bashing comics (they just don’t fill the gaping hole in my heart), but this does.

Thanks, T.

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Puppet Puppy, is that an Egon Schiele behind you?

Pack animal

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005

I scored mad boxes at janky Jewel last night, and started packing. I have a mountain of unwanted goods and services in a corner of my bedroom. I am fairly proud of my ability to stay on task with all of this. I am neither waiting till the last minute, nor exclusively using plastic garbage bags.

It was so warm, though, that I ended up doing a majority of the packing wearing nothing but underpants and a sharpie (tucked in the band).

Sorry, Mom, if that was too much.

Anyway, the dream I had last night involved moving to another foreign country to be an au pair, again. There was a little boy and a little girl, just like last time. The difference is that the kids liked me, and we had fun. At one point, I knit the boy a very specific looking doll – it looked a lot like Jack Skellington, but with a cowboy hat.

I’d draw and post it, but you’d be like “What’s that little stick figure for?”

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, a review

Friday, July 22nd, 2005

Last night I saw the abovementioned movie, with Jason.

The original movie leaves out a bunch of stuff from the book, so I was delighted when they created those scenes. As for actually getting in the factory, I began to feel disappointed. Johnny Depp was acting like Jim Carey from the Mask, capped teeth and all. The capped teeth thing actually leads to part of the story (albeit not in the book), so I soon got used to Depp’s particular style of creepy.

I particulary enjoyed the Oompa Loompas. I think it was the best part. Plus, they did the songs Dahl had written lyrics for in different musical styles, ala St. Ambrose’s production of James and the Giant Peach.

I’ll watch it again, I’m sure, but the original movie is still #1 to me.

Especially since they totally effed up the boat scene.

There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction they are going!
There’s no knowing where they’re rowing,
Or which way they river’s flowing!
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing…

Happiness has never looked so bookish

Tuesday, July 19th, 2005

Half-blood prince

I’m about halfway through the sixth Harry Potter book. I preordered it from Amazon, and when I got home on Sunday night (from a massive 17-day vacation) it was waiting for me. Amazon had even made special boxes that fit the book perfectly, decorated in HP style.

I actually had to do work yesterday, so although I schlepped the book to work, I didn’t get a chance to read. Then, when I got home, I decided that if I started it I probably would forget to pick Jason up at the train station.

Then we played tennis until it got too dark to see.

So I didn’t start the book until last night around 9:30. I’d like to think this shows just how patient I can be. Last time, when Order of the Phoenix came out, I was at the downtown Chicago Borders at midnight, waiting in line with a bunch of kids. It was pretty cool, to see trains full of giant blue books in front of faces in every train on the way home, but I think I got a little too excited, and read the book entirely too fast.

So waiting until I was able to sit down with it properly did me good. I’m enjoying the book much more, and I think I’ll retain the details better.

I recently had a conversation with friends about the HP books. One friend mentioned that he thought that Harry wasn’t a good main character, because his adventures are concluded with either dumb luck or the help of his friends. In this sixth book, a character points out the same about Harry. So there you go, he isn’t a traditional hero. He’s a kid who’s managed to not get killed. Yet.

Here’s what I do like about this book: unlike the fifth book, where life went from normal to high terrorist alert, this book is post 9-11/Voldemort. Everyone realizes that the bad guy IS alive, so a lot of the frustrations of the kids knowing it but adults not listening isn’t there. I have to say, the whole “no one listens to kids because they can’t possibly know more than adults, but in reality they have discovered the secret/key/lair” thing really bothers me. Not the use of this concept in children’s literature, but more the concept in general. I find it incredibly frustrating. I hated that part about being a child, and it still irks me when I read about it.

Not that I knew any secrets that adults didn’t know (other than that spinning around in a circle is really really fun, but I think the Deadheads figured that out).

Now, if I can just finish up my work, I can get in a few more chapters of HP6.

No, seriously, I’m six.

Friday, July 1st, 2005

I woke up this morning with a very distinct feeling.

I’m sure you remember the one. It’s the very specific feeling of waking up on Christmas day, Easter day, or the last day of school, The night before, you are practically vibrating with excitement, because you know when you wake up, the awesome day will be there. When you wake up, you jump out of bed, usually insanely early, to begin the exciting day.

That’s how I woke up this morning. I’m going on vacation, and I’m so excited about it I felt like it was Christmas.

Antoine de Saint Exupéry wrote, in the intro to The Little Prince “All grown-ups were once children–although few of them remember it.”

So, yeah. I’m excited, and I can’t wait for the day to be over.

Oh, and if I don’t post for a while, it’s because I’m travelling around the country, eating beef jerky and zen GORP, and having my picture taken standing next to things.

Thought on stuff

Wednesday, June 29th, 2005

My hair feels longer today. Like I have long hair.