So I've realized that I have a few obstacles to writing, other than laziness. The first is that, in reference to journaling, anyway, dates and times make me feel depressed if I havent' written in a while (Which usually I haven't). Easy to fix, right? No more dates. (except maybe important ones). But in NOVEL writing, my biggest fear is that, whne I pick a plot, it's going to be bad, stupid, or, if the PLOT isn't, that I'll be really bad at writing it. But I realized something. In life, we don't just stop living because we are on the wrong path, or we are bad at it, or week keep making mistakes! (well, I hope not anyway). When we make a mistake, we realize it, mope about it a bit maybe, try to fix it as best as we can, then repent and move on, slightly wiser than we were before, I might add. I mean, we were put on this Earth by God, not to be perfect, but so that we could MAKE MISTAKES AND LEARN FROM THEM. Likewise, no one expects you to be a perfect writer. That's what EDITING'S for. The first draft is MADE to look like a pile of poop! The purpose of a ROUGH, let me emphasize ROUGH, draft, is to get a feel for the story. But don't let the fact that it isn't going to be perft stop you! I can guarantee that ANY author's rough draft sucks. I don't care if you're flipping SHAKESPEARE. His rough drafts sucked too. So go ahead, write the crappiest rough draft that ever lived. Because only then can it be made better. If it was supposed to be otherwise, God would have left Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Hey, world. I have no purpose in my life right now. I'm in that awkward waiting period between school and my mission, and I have a job, and church, and that's pretty much about it. I have nothing else to occupy my time, and I am suffering because of it. So, what should I do about that?
The answer is, I have NO FLIPPING IDEA. Like actually. I'm bored to tears, and nothing seems interesting to me. This is so horrible! So, if you have a good idea of what I could do with my life, let me know. I'll be here, waiting. Probably watching cat videos.
The answer is, I have NO FLIPPING IDEA. Like actually. I'm bored to tears, and nothing seems interesting to me. This is so horrible! So, if you have a good idea of what I could do with my life, let me know. I'll be here, waiting. Probably watching cat videos.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Changes
So when I was about 3 (yes, I know, a bit late) my parents finally decided to take away my pacifier. I mean, I had all my teeth in, I really didn't NEED it, it was just kind of my security blanket. So they decided that the 'pacifier fairy' would take it, and if I was really good, then I would get to go to the zoo the next day. Well, I didn't like this idea, and it was hours into the night that I was screaming that I didn't WANT to go to the zoo, I just wanted my PACIFIER back! Whilst my brother, from who my parents also took the pacifier, slept peacefully and really didn't care. I didn't get my pacifier back, and I got something much better out of it, that I still vaguely remember to this day.
Why am I telling you this, you may ask? Well, it's happening again. My figurative pacifier (and if he ever found out I was calling him a pacifier he'd either laugh or stare at me like I was nuts. Or possibly both) is being taken away from me, and the only thing I want to do is throw a tantrum until I get it back. My best friend, who I trust more than ANYONE in the entire universe and is my go-to guy for almost anything that happens to me, is leaving for his mission next week. And needless to say, I've kind of been freaking out. For a while, but it's been happening regularly lately. Today kind of brought things even more closer. It was his farewell talk. But I've also realized some things these past few months, in the midst of my panic.
1. The person I need to trust in is God. Because He gives the best advice, He ALWAYS knows what's best for me, and how timing should work, and He loves me more than anyone else in the entire world. He loves me more than I love myself.
2. I can either make leaving easy, or I can make it hard. Because frankly, leaving for a foreign country where they don't speak English and it's COMPLETELY different from what you're used to? On top of leaving your entire family, and friends and only being able to send them an occasional letter or email? Just a little more scary than having your best friend leave. Just saying. So I realized that I needed to chill out, and step into his shoes for a little bit. And shut up. Because quite frankly, he doesn't need me pouting and complaining, and it's not good for me either. So I need to help him do his priesthood duty, and not hinder him. Believe me, he's got Satan's forces coming at him from all directions without me adding to everything.
3. He's not dying. I will, in fact, see him in two years. And I'm leaving on my mission in a few months, so those two years are going to FLY. Plus, we're going to the same university. It's not going to be a problem to be able to see him when we're both home.
4. Contrary to popular belief, I can actually fix my own problems. I really can. I can give myself even better advice than most of my friends can.
The moral of this story? Change sucks, but sometimes, you just gotta lose that pacifier. Because there's a zoo in your future.
Why am I telling you this, you may ask? Well, it's happening again. My figurative pacifier (and if he ever found out I was calling him a pacifier he'd either laugh or stare at me like I was nuts. Or possibly both) is being taken away from me, and the only thing I want to do is throw a tantrum until I get it back. My best friend, who I trust more than ANYONE in the entire universe and is my go-to guy for almost anything that happens to me, is leaving for his mission next week. And needless to say, I've kind of been freaking out. For a while, but it's been happening regularly lately. Today kind of brought things even more closer. It was his farewell talk. But I've also realized some things these past few months, in the midst of my panic.
1. The person I need to trust in is God. Because He gives the best advice, He ALWAYS knows what's best for me, and how timing should work, and He loves me more than anyone else in the entire world. He loves me more than I love myself.
2. I can either make leaving easy, or I can make it hard. Because frankly, leaving for a foreign country where they don't speak English and it's COMPLETELY different from what you're used to? On top of leaving your entire family, and friends and only being able to send them an occasional letter or email? Just a little more scary than having your best friend leave. Just saying. So I realized that I needed to chill out, and step into his shoes for a little bit. And shut up. Because quite frankly, he doesn't need me pouting and complaining, and it's not good for me either. So I need to help him do his priesthood duty, and not hinder him. Believe me, he's got Satan's forces coming at him from all directions without me adding to everything.
3. He's not dying. I will, in fact, see him in two years. And I'm leaving on my mission in a few months, so those two years are going to FLY. Plus, we're going to the same university. It's not going to be a problem to be able to see him when we're both home.
4. Contrary to popular belief, I can actually fix my own problems. I really can. I can give myself even better advice than most of my friends can.
The moral of this story? Change sucks, but sometimes, you just gotta lose that pacifier. Because there's a zoo in your future.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Reasons I'd be okay in a postapocalyptic world where me and Hannah are two of very few survivors
1. I would get to spend every day with Hannah most likely, because we'd all have to stick together to ward off zombies/ aliens/whatever happens to threaten us.
2. I would get to shoot stuff. Like seriously. Wouldn't that be AMAZING??? And no pesky fireworks laws, either... Hehe
3. The obesely liberal people of the world would not run the world. In fact, if Hannah was there, she'd probably run it. And I'd be Okay with that.
4. I'd probably still look amazing, because Hannah can do anything fiber- related. Just saying.
5. Actually, I'd probably look better.
6. Money? Who cares? We wouldn't need it anymore. We'd probably go to a simpler system.
7. I wouldn't have to deal with things like deadlines, or paperwork, or school. I mean, please. Ain't nobody got time for that.
8. I would be with Hannah all the time! Did I mention that yet? Yes? Well, it's a very important reason.
9. I wouldn't have to decide what to do with my life! I mean, as much as I appreciate the choices, deciding is HARD.
10. I would never have to clean up another popcorn kernel again.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Wherein I procrastinate.
Guess who just realized she has to write 8 poems for her creative writing class by Monday?
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. Yep, you guessed it. This chick. And guess who is writing a blog post instead???
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.Wow, you guys are SMART! And... I probably have a problem. But I'm okay with that! Because, well, frankly, I actually now have a mere SEVEN poems to write. So maybe I'm not as unproductive as I may not seem. (It helps that I turned off Merlin. But he's SO PRETTY!) Here's a picture. Just look at it. It's gorgeous.
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. Yep, you guessed it. This chick. And guess who is writing a blog post instead???
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.Wow, you guys are SMART! And... I probably have a problem. But I'm okay with that! Because, well, frankly, I actually now have a mere SEVEN poems to write. So maybe I'm not as unproductive as I may not seem. (It helps that I turned off Merlin. But he's SO PRETTY!) Here's a picture. Just look at it. It's gorgeous.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
I will never post a story on a public internet thing.
I have decided not to post my writing here on this blog. Because, A. One day, I might want to copyright it. Um... HA. JK. Actually, because, B. It sucks so much that I do not want to force it upon the world, because the last thing I want to do is contribute to more world suck. If you would like to read it, you may contact me individually, and if you don't know how to do it, I'll probably not let you read it anyway. I may post little snippets of something I'm working on on here, or something I'm PARTICULARLY proud of, but... not my novels. Ever.
Welcome to the lamest blog in the midwest.
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... Yeah, me neither. Possibly, with therapy, you'll get over it eventually.
Anywho, so I just got back from a fantastic Relief Society Dinner (Relief Society, for those of you viewing this who may not be Mormon, is basically a thing that a bunch of ladies (I think of them as old, but I'm only 18) go to every Sunday and they help the church (and basically the entire world/universe (yes, I know, parentheses within parentheses... it's like parenthetiception)) run better. And sometimes, they have activities where all the ladies get together and eat food and socialize, like this thing I was at) and I talked to lots of really sweet women, one of whom informed me I need to send her the link to my blog. Here you go, Annette, this post is dedicated to you. :D Yeah. You regret telling me to post this now, dontcha? Anywho. So I just got back from that, and it was fun. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, asked me about going on a mission. For the information of the world (Yes, I realize that announcing it here, where no one will read it, is probably a bad idea if I want to announce it, but... who cares) I am going on a mission, I haven't started my papers, and I intend to leave this fall, yes, before my first semester of college, and no, I have never been out of the country, or been away from my family for longer than a week. So yeah. This should be an adventure!
Monday, February 11, 2013
Hello Again!
So, it's been awhile, hasn't it? Well, I'm going to start posting in here again, because... well, let's face it. I have really incredible stuff to say!
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Just kidding. I actually think that this will help me to better organize my thoughts, and I can use a lot of multimedia in a blog format that I couldn't use in, say, a journal. Like if I wanted to make a video, I could do that, and post it! I can take pictures, and whatever.
So, I guess I should talk about what's been going on in my life. I am Alicia, I'm 18 years old, and I'm a Mormon. :) I say this not just because it's a clever tagline, but also because it's a huge part of my life. In fact, I spend more time on church related stuff than I do on almost anything else.
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Just kidding. I actually think that this will help me to better organize my thoughts, and I can use a lot of multimedia in a blog format that I couldn't use in, say, a journal. Like if I wanted to make a video, I could do that, and post it! I can take pictures, and whatever.
So, I guess I should talk about what's been going on in my life. I am Alicia, I'm 18 years old, and I'm a Mormon. :) I say this not just because it's a clever tagline, but also because it's a huge part of my life. In fact, I spend more time on church related stuff than I do on almost anything else.
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