Remember That One Time?

I was with a bunch of friends last night and one of the guys was talking about how we need to get out and live, so that whenever we sit around and have gossip hours (like we did) we can say "Remember that one time?" and hear other reply, "Oh yeah, that was great." He said that we should always be spontaneous and go crazy. I agree. I should have more of those "Remember that one time?"s.

Twilight

I know I've previously done a post on the stupid series, but at the urging of a friend, I have decided to post another one. (I am ashamed I even read them actually) Last week I was asked the question why I found the book to be so popular, and I think my answer astonished them. I told them first that Twilight was popular because Stephanie Meyer is an excellent storyteller, but a crappy writer. I mean, how many times did she describe Edward as having 'cold marble skin'? I don't want to waste my time to count. I should have stopped there (it was an important board of people interviewing me for a scholarship), but I felt passionate enough about it to continue on. I continued to say that because of the growing lack of intelligent thinking in our society, people cannot handle a heftier read than Twilight. Just mentioning brilliant modern authors such as Brandon Sanderson, Amy Tan, Paulo Coelho, and Chinua Achebe send their minds reeling. It astounds me how our society can function! Lastly, I said that Twilight is a sensual high for people who dare not read harlequin romances. Twilight is just sex, without the sex.

I may have went too far (I didn't get the scholarship), but I can honestly say that I don't regret saying it. That probably was the boldest thing that I have done in awhile, but it felt really good. I felt good. I feel enormously confident. Even though I am currently scholarshipless, I wouldn't change my answer if that was what was required of me to win. Maybe it will knock some sense into what were probably Twilight fans. I hope they'll now go out and read a better author.

Moving Forward

Yesterday morning, I have to say, was truly amazing. I woke up at the beautiful hour of 5:30 to go to school. After I got ready, I sat down and briefly checked my email, only to find that
I GOT ACCEPTED TO BYU!!!!!!
I can barely believe it, I'm so excited! Knowing where I'm going to go is so relieving, but yet it adds more pressure all at the same time. I'm excited to live on campus, to take amazing classes, and to have fun.

How English Has Influenced My Life

For that portfolio that I had to design I wrote a poem to sum up my feelings for the glorious English language. I've been meaning to post it for a while, but didn't have the time to find the effort to find it on my flash drive. Anyway. here it now for your personal enjoyment. Tell me what you think!

How English Has Influenced My Life
By K.

Wriggling words of childhood
Fill the page with shaky letters
Of barely formed sentences
So simple, but deeply complex
The way the graphite touches the page
Building line upon line, perfection in sight

Arms filled chin high of feathery light pages
Of promised adventures
That await the flashlight under the covers
When sleep would seem more practical
But the mind ready to devour whatever comes
Within reach of greedy eyes

A page in length, of freshly printed paper
That told the story of a princess and wizard
Pride and joy fills the pleased father
As he reads, smiling at the use of siblings names
Cast as heros and villians
And eager fingers ready to write more

Soft clacking at the keyboard, head shaking
At the impossibility of finishing before dawn
Fingers flying, deleting, starting again from scratch
Print, edit, print once more until perfection
Is reached, at the cost of a night of sleep
Glad for teachers who had taught correctly

Book stuck under the nook of an arm
Tucked into corners of a bedroom
Shelves overflowing, fat with pages
Stories following everywhere from
The backyard, to weddings, to conversations
Filling life with beautiful words

Ink from cheap ballpoint pens stain fingers
As detailed sketches of characters
Pack notebook after notebook
Stories coming from everywhere in life
Filling the mind full of ideas
Touching every aspect of my life, and touching everything I do

Books

Can I just say how much I love books? How much I am in love with the written word? How much I love learning the stories behind the stories? How much everything connects with each other so flawlessly? Can I just say that nothing in the world makes me happier than a good book. A pleasant conversation. Beautiful music. Time spent with friends and family. But mostly books. Always books. I've seemed to have given my heart away (albiet a long time ago) and I don't want it back.