That is all.
Enjoy
Wow, 3 blog posts in one night/day/awkward time when technically it is morning, but you haven't slept yet. This is important though. I need to share this wonderful video of 2 dogs...dining...in sweaters....like bosses. So much epic is in this video below. Watch the whole thing. Do it. Yes, I realize that the only reason why this is entertainnig to me right now might be because I haven't gone to bed yet and I'm tired but....I don't care. It's two dogs dining in sweaters. BEST. THING. EVER.
That is all.
Enjoy
That is all.
Enjoy
Lullaby by Chuck PalahniukMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
I just finished reading "Lullaby" by Chuck Palahnuik.
This book is probably my second favorite by Chuck Palahnuik (next to Fight Club). There are interesting plot twists and points that still make it a bit thrilling to read. The idea of words being a form of destruction in the modern world is a very real thing. Palahnuik thoroughly shows this in the book. The characters are memorable and familiar. All in all it is another book by Chuck Palahnuik that I had a great time reading.
I might go into a more in-depth review and discussion in a later blog post, but for now I just want to say that this book is great. (The original text of my review were first posted on goodreads.com)
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So perhaps I am taking a new approach to my blog. Basically I'll be posting some poetry and stuff that I write as well as my other, typical posts.
This is a poem I wrote. It might not be amazing, but this is poetry from the mind of an angsty, insomniac teenager. What do you expect?
Time doesn't move anymore,
Time moves too quickly,
No- too slowly,
The clock lies.
Tick, tick, tick,
Tick- tick.
Is life ticking away?
My life a second shorter?
One added on to another...
How can that be?
The clock stopped.
Originally posted here:
http://www.goodreads.com/AmiraLL
This is a poem I wrote. It might not be amazing, but this is poetry from the mind of an angsty, insomniac teenager. What do you expect?
Time doesn't move anymore,
Time moves too quickly,
No- too slowly,
The clock lies.
Tick, tick, tick,
Tick- tick.
Is life ticking away?
My life a second shorter?
One added on to another...
How can that be?
The clock stopped.
Originally posted here:
http://www.goodreads.com/AmiraLL
2013 and I haven't even made a blog post. It's already Febuary as well. Damn...
Anyways, on to the topic of discussion. Everyone always rejoices in the new year. They see it as a time to start over, a time to gain it all, a time to embark on a new journey. This year...feels like none of that to me. It might be because I'm a overly angsty teenager (which is the reason my friend gives me for everything I do or say) or because I feel a little trapped and stressed out. Finding motivation to do a lot of things is just slipping away. Technically, 2013 will be my last full year living with my family. Next year, I'll be graduating high school and moving on with life. A new door opening? Or a black hole opening. We'll see. All I know is..this whole life is not making any sense most of the time. I don't make sense to myself most of the time either....but on the upside, I started reading again.
We can thank J.R.R. Tolkien and Chuck Palahnuik for that.
Still, life is getting more and more empty. Being my age and in the situation I'm in, I'm expected to be noting more than a test score. That's what it feels like at least....Almost every class I take is training me for some sort of test. Of course I have SATs coming up and AP exams as well....so yeah I do kinda need to focus on tests, but I don't want to just be a test score. People train to take tests, they don't follow what they love...st least that is what it seems. Even when I perform musically...all I feel is that I'm a product. They market me off in a pretty package and never want me to find myself. I don't want to just grow up, learn, work and die. I'm not even the true me, I'm everything I've been trained to be. What's the point of it all anyways? It reminds me of the end of the movie American Psycho...
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there."
I feel like I myself am an illusion...and I'm simply not here. Ahh, but oh well....a year of self discovery this may be for me. We'll see....
Anyways, on to the topic of discussion. Everyone always rejoices in the new year. They see it as a time to start over, a time to gain it all, a time to embark on a new journey. This year...feels like none of that to me. It might be because I'm a overly angsty teenager (which is the reason my friend gives me for everything I do or say) or because I feel a little trapped and stressed out. Finding motivation to do a lot of things is just slipping away. Technically, 2013 will be my last full year living with my family. Next year, I'll be graduating high school and moving on with life. A new door opening? Or a black hole opening. We'll see. All I know is..this whole life is not making any sense most of the time. I don't make sense to myself most of the time either....but on the upside, I started reading again.
We can thank J.R.R. Tolkien and Chuck Palahnuik for that.
Still, life is getting more and more empty. Being my age and in the situation I'm in, I'm expected to be noting more than a test score. That's what it feels like at least....Almost every class I take is training me for some sort of test. Of course I have SATs coming up and AP exams as well....so yeah I do kinda need to focus on tests, but I don't want to just be a test score. People train to take tests, they don't follow what they love...st least that is what it seems. Even when I perform musically...all I feel is that I'm a product. They market me off in a pretty package and never want me to find myself. I don't want to just grow up, learn, work and die. I'm not even the true me, I'm everything I've been trained to be. What's the point of it all anyways? It reminds me of the end of the movie American Psycho...
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there."
I feel like I myself am an illusion...and I'm simply not here. Ahh, but oh well....a year of self discovery this may be for me. We'll see....
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