I know that this is late (by five days), but still...
On Wednesday, for around four hours straight, I did dishes, put dishes away, made the vegetable tray, deviled eggs (for my first time) and got everything ready (pots, spoons, tray, et cetera.) for Thursday instead of my mom having to worry about everything when she got home from work.
It was a good Thanksgiving. To a certain extent. I woke up in time to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Instead of being able to watch the entire parade, I shut it off because the T.V. was screwing up (we have stupid digital). While I had it off, I put in a Christmas Trans-Siberian Orchestra CD. I checked mom's apple pie after it was done. After that, I got on the computer, listened to music, and played Solitaire while my parents watched the parade (they turned it back on).
My sister came home for Thanksgiving and our neighbor, Char, did, too. For it being my first time making deviled eggs, it was not bad. Mom said that I probably should have added a little bit more mayonnaise, but still, for my first time, it was not bad. Dad told mom that she told me to guess, and I guessed.
For the rest of the night, I stayed on the computer. Even when my family and Char were watching a Christmas movie, I was still on the computer. I did not get off until about eight or nine o’clock that night. When I heard what Char’s son (who is in California right now), Chris, was going to be eating for Thanksgiving, I was amazed in a way. I could not believe that I heard that he was going to be eating tacos for Thanksgiving dinner. That is not a Thanksgiving dinner.
A Thanksgiving dinner, in my opinion, consists of turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, rolls, butter, dumplings, deviled eggs, (a new tradition that was added) vegetable tray, cranberry sauce, and pie! Yes, I do eat all of these things. But I do not eat cranberry sauce and pie. So I guess that I do not eat all of them. Okay, so I eat most of the foods that I mentioned.
But it was so good. I went back for a second plate. Although, I did not put a lot of everything on my plate, but I did have everything. Throughout the night, I finished eating the rest of the rolls and the deviled eggs.
It was good to have my sister back home for a holiday, even though this was the first holiday she has been out of the house because she moved out. I think she might come home for Christmas dinner on Christmas, but I do not know. My sister moved out about a month ago, just down the street from us. So, it was good to have her over for Thanksgiving. I am wondering if she will come home for Christmas...
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
No You Didn't!
I do not like it if someone tells me one thing at, say, three in the afternoon and then tells it to another person at eight that night and it is not exactly how they told me it earlier. If my mom told me that so-and-so laughed, and she tells my dad that that same person giggled, I say things like, "Now, she/he didn't," or "You didn't say that," and the list can go on and on. It annoys my parents, especially my mother, when I "have to" nitpick on what they had told me. I have been telling them that they did not say that for about two or three years. I think that there was a day when I did that, and either my mom or dad told me to knock it off and I told them that I was sorry. It is kind of hard to knock it off when I am "perfect."
In my Science class in seventh grade, my teacher was talking about something science-wise. He began talking about that and then he moved from subject to subject. After fifteen minutes or so, he stopped and asked what it was we (my class) were talking about. I sat there, in my seat, and thought about the way the Science topic went to the last topic that was discussed. I discovered that we had ended up going through about five topics just for this one.
At home, there was a time or two when my dad and I were talking. We were talking about our troops, and then we talked about God and what the Bible says in it. While we were talking and after we were done, I thought about what we had originally began talking with. Sometimes my dad will ask what we were talking about, and so I tell him what we were talking about.
I know that there are people out there in the world that have their books in order, whether it is by the series they have read or by the author’s last name. I know, libraries. But, not necessarily every library is going to have their things in exact order.
I mean, take my library for example. When I go to find a movie or a book and I have the code on it, I go, I search, and I can’t find. Why? Because my library does not keep things in order. They are probably like, “Okay, this goes on this shelf, so I’m just going to put it here and let them search for it.” There have been a couple of times where I told my mom that I could go in there, take everything off of their shelves, and put everything back in order as how they are marked.
The books and movies I have, I have them in order as to how they should be read or watched (the Harry Potter series). I even have my school books sorted as to the order my classes fall in. My Religion book is the first on the shelf. My Humanities books are next. And then so are my Writing for the Public Good and then Digital Design. This past weekend, I had my Poetry Workshop class. I had to get a book for it, so, the last thing on my shelf was the book for poetry.
In my Science class in seventh grade, my teacher was talking about something science-wise. He began talking about that and then he moved from subject to subject. After fifteen minutes or so, he stopped and asked what it was we (my class) were talking about. I sat there, in my seat, and thought about the way the Science topic went to the last topic that was discussed. I discovered that we had ended up going through about five topics just for this one.
At home, there was a time or two when my dad and I were talking. We were talking about our troops, and then we talked about God and what the Bible says in it. While we were talking and after we were done, I thought about what we had originally began talking with. Sometimes my dad will ask what we were talking about, and so I tell him what we were talking about.
I know that there are people out there in the world that have their books in order, whether it is by the series they have read or by the author’s last name. I know, libraries. But, not necessarily every library is going to have their things in exact order.
I mean, take my library for example. When I go to find a movie or a book and I have the code on it, I go, I search, and I can’t find. Why? Because my library does not keep things in order. They are probably like, “Okay, this goes on this shelf, so I’m just going to put it here and let them search for it.” There have been a couple of times where I told my mom that I could go in there, take everything off of their shelves, and put everything back in order as how they are marked.
The books and movies I have, I have them in order as to how they should be read or watched (the Harry Potter series). I even have my school books sorted as to the order my classes fall in. My Religion book is the first on the shelf. My Humanities books are next. And then so are my Writing for the Public Good and then Digital Design. This past weekend, I had my Poetry Workshop class. I had to get a book for it, so, the last thing on my shelf was the book for poetry.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Movies & Books
Books are made into movies. And movies into books. Now, my favorite books that have been made into movies are the Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling (pronounced Rolling).
I heard from someone in elementary school and my dad that the books are better than the movies. I love the books and movies just the same. None was better than the other. Well, that was until the third movie, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, came out. Then, I liked the books three and six rather than the movies. After seeing the third movie, I started to pick the movies three and six apart. Well, more recently it was the sixth movie, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, that I tore apart like there was no tomorrow.
Personally, I wish that the movies would follow the books. I know that the director and whoever else is going to change things, but don’t change the way things or people are supposed to look.
An example is in the third book and movie. In the book, Professor Remus Lupin is supposed to look like a werewolf when he transforms. But in the movie, Lupin is "tall," standing on his hind legs, and with very little hair. And another thing in the third book and movie: In the book, Sirius Black is supposed to be the size of a bear when he transforms into a dog. But in the movie, he’s the size of a dog. So, I need to keep going since I already started on tearing up the movie. At the end of the movie, Harry gets his Firebolt broom. In the book, he is actually supposed to get his broom as a Christmas present.
Now, in the sixth movie, I told my dad that I felt that the creators of the movie concentrated mostly on the relationships that were going on rather than the war. I also told my dad that if you did not read the book, you would not be able to pick out a possible relationship in the movie. Now, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin are not supposed to get together until the end of the book. But they got together somewhere in the middle of the movie. Also, in the book, Professor Severus Snape does not know that Harry was at the top of the tower with the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Harry is in his Invisibility Cloak and Petrified (frozen, not in fear). But in the movie, Snape puts a finger to his lips, telling him to remain quiet. And--
So you get my point. I could just go on and on.
I’m afraid that when Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 come out, I’ll be tearing both apart. And that, in my opinion, would not be a good way to end the series: Tearing the movies apart because they do not follow the book to a T. Or almost to a T. I do not want to kill the last two movies from the last book just like I did with the third and sixth movies. But, if I have to, I will do my job.
I heard from someone in elementary school and my dad that the books are better than the movies. I love the books and movies just the same. None was better than the other. Well, that was until the third movie, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, came out. Then, I liked the books three and six rather than the movies. After seeing the third movie, I started to pick the movies three and six apart. Well, more recently it was the sixth movie, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, that I tore apart like there was no tomorrow.
Personally, I wish that the movies would follow the books. I know that the director and whoever else is going to change things, but don’t change the way things or people are supposed to look.
An example is in the third book and movie. In the book, Professor Remus Lupin is supposed to look like a werewolf when he transforms. But in the movie, Lupin is "tall," standing on his hind legs, and with very little hair. And another thing in the third book and movie: In the book, Sirius Black is supposed to be the size of a bear when he transforms into a dog. But in the movie, he’s the size of a dog. So, I need to keep going since I already started on tearing up the movie. At the end of the movie, Harry gets his Firebolt broom. In the book, he is actually supposed to get his broom as a Christmas present.
Now, in the sixth movie, I told my dad that I felt that the creators of the movie concentrated mostly on the relationships that were going on rather than the war. I also told my dad that if you did not read the book, you would not be able to pick out a possible relationship in the movie. Now, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin are not supposed to get together until the end of the book. But they got together somewhere in the middle of the movie. Also, in the book, Professor Severus Snape does not know that Harry was at the top of the tower with the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Harry is in his Invisibility Cloak and Petrified (frozen, not in fear). But in the movie, Snape puts a finger to his lips, telling him to remain quiet. And--
So you get my point. I could just go on and on.
I’m afraid that when Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 come out, I’ll be tearing both apart. And that, in my opinion, would not be a good way to end the series: Tearing the movies apart because they do not follow the book to a T. Or almost to a T. I do not want to kill the last two movies from the last book just like I did with the third and sixth movies. But, if I have to, I will do my job.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
"Perfect"
I have a certain mind when it comes to remembering things. Well, it’s mostly about books and movies. Especially if I read and watched them a million times. I even tell my parents that what they just said was not what they had just said earlier. Now, what it comes down to (in simple terms) is that I’m a "perfect nobody."
So what if my (literally) tiny bedroom is (somewhat literally) the storage room in our house beings the fact nearly everything ends up in my room? And so what if my room is not clean because of everything I have in it? And so what if I have a million papers from school this school year so far in a folder without any pockets where my four classes of papers is jumbled all together? Other than that, I’m "perfect."
What do I mean by "perfect?" What I mean by that is what I said above about books and movies and what my parents say. If a movie is taken from a book, the movie has to be exactly like the book. If a book is taken from a movie (there were a couple of books that I have read that was taken from a couple of movies), then that has to be exactly like the movie! And if my parents say early on in the day that so-and-so said this and then later on that night, they say that so-and-so said that, I tell them that they (my parents) did not say that.
And another thing that might end up not being "perfect." If I’m talking to somebody and we talk about a subject we are originally starting out with, we’ll end up talking about a million other topics. And then, when we’re done talking about the last subject, they will ask what we were talking about (the original topic). Sometimes, when I let them go off and talk about something else, I’ll literally sit there and think about what the original topic was that we were talking about. I think my first "incident" was in seventh grade. And this has continued to happen on rare occasions, especially at home with my mom and dad.
But here’s another thing that I have to be "perfect" about: My blankets. Right now, I have two of them. One of them is from my aunt. That one has stars and can glow in the dark, but obviously not for a long period of time. My second one was my grandmother’s. She passed away this past June, and so my family and I brought a lot of her things home with us. Hers has flowers on it. And both blankets have a tag on them. Every time my blankets shift position or I take them from my bed so that I can go sleep on the couch, I always have to have the tags at the foot of my bed or at the other end of the couch. Basically, the tags always has to be on the opposite side where my head is going to be.
So what if my (literally) tiny bedroom is (somewhat literally) the storage room in our house beings the fact nearly everything ends up in my room? And so what if my room is not clean because of everything I have in it? And so what if I have a million papers from school this school year so far in a folder without any pockets where my four classes of papers is jumbled all together? Other than that, I’m "perfect."
What do I mean by "perfect?" What I mean by that is what I said above about books and movies and what my parents say. If a movie is taken from a book, the movie has to be exactly like the book. If a book is taken from a movie (there were a couple of books that I have read that was taken from a couple of movies), then that has to be exactly like the movie! And if my parents say early on in the day that so-and-so said this and then later on that night, they say that so-and-so said that, I tell them that they (my parents) did not say that.
And another thing that might end up not being "perfect." If I’m talking to somebody and we talk about a subject we are originally starting out with, we’ll end up talking about a million other topics. And then, when we’re done talking about the last subject, they will ask what we were talking about (the original topic). Sometimes, when I let them go off and talk about something else, I’ll literally sit there and think about what the original topic was that we were talking about. I think my first "incident" was in seventh grade. And this has continued to happen on rare occasions, especially at home with my mom and dad.
But here’s another thing that I have to be "perfect" about: My blankets. Right now, I have two of them. One of them is from my aunt. That one has stars and can glow in the dark, but obviously not for a long period of time. My second one was my grandmother’s. She passed away this past June, and so my family and I brought a lot of her things home with us. Hers has flowers on it. And both blankets have a tag on them. Every time my blankets shift position or I take them from my bed so that I can go sleep on the couch, I always have to have the tags at the foot of my bed or at the other end of the couch. Basically, the tags always has to be on the opposite side where my head is going to be.
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