Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The Goose Girl



By Shannon Hale

I recently found out that there is an eighteen minute movie remake of the Brothers Grimm's classic fairytale, the Goose Girl. And since I've decided to re-read Goose Girl (by Shannon Hale) for the thousandth time (I don't know what it is about Ani that makes me connect with her so-even more than Enna and Razo and Miri), this is a review of one of my absolute favorite books.
The best thing about Goose Girl is the words Shannon Hale uses. Everything she describes that has to do with nature is so beautiful-it makes you want to live in Kildenree or Bayern or Tira or Danland-any of the settings she describes. I also have an affinity for the male characters she puts in her stories :Geric, Finn (he's my favorite!), and Razo. If no one has read any of her books-you must, and quickly, too!!!! I'm also curious to see about this film. In the synopsis it said that the Goose Girl had magical powers. So maybe they leaned toward Shannon Hale's version of the story! I hope so. It would be much better off if they did.
















Sunday, October 29, 2006

Elections



An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry. ~T.S. Eliot

The politicians were talking themselves red, white and blue in the face. ~Clare Boothe Luce

Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote. ~George Jean Nathan

Do you ever get the feeling that the only reason we have elections is to find out if the polls were right? ~Robert Orben

There are always too many Democratic congressmen, too many Republican congressmen, and never enough U.S. congressmen. ~Author Unknown

If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress? ~Author Unknown

When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President; I'm beginning to believe it. ~Clarence Darrow

Why pay money to have your family tree traced; go into politics and your opponents will do it for you. ~Author Unknown


The Texas Governor's Elections are coming up, so I have to poll all the students at my school to see who they would or will choose to vote for for Governor.
That's why today's quote subjects are Elections and politics.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Lazy Friday....

Today was a glorious, lazy friday. The teachers just finally had to give up trying to teach and let us roam around outside. The weather was beautiful-my absolute idea of perfect weather-warm but not humid. Sunlit but not heat-stroke hot. And insanely windy.
So windy that it might just blow me away if I'm not careful...
I spent the rest of the day lazing around with my friends. Therese (a Swedish exchange student) showed me pictures of her summer home in Sweden. Which is cool, because I really want to visit europe some day.
I also got to eat alot-John made a rockin' punpkin pie from scratch and Therese made Swedish cheesecake (a family recipe of theirs) and after eating some, I threatened that I might just have to travel back to Sweden in her suitcase-just to get some more of that cheesecake-it was awesome.
Dottie and I talked about books (Twilight&New Moon by stephenie meyer mostly) as always, and also how crazy it is that Stephenie Meyer is Mormon.
Also-we, the prom comittee, picked out a prom theme today-Sunset Sillhouette, which is just a re-naming of Twilight Tattoo (Dottie and I both decided we'd like to just keep the theme Twilight). But we can't use Twilight Tattoo because we're a Christian school and that's not very acceptable.
Ahhh, but it was such a glorious, wonderful day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Marie Antoinette-a movie review


Directed by Sofia Coppola
Starring Kirsten Dunst

Marie Antoinette was a very surprising movie. The costumes were absolutely beautiful and the food looks absolutely delicious.
The story was okay-a bit weird at the end. It's rated PG 13, though, for a reason-Marie decides to have an affair but there's no explicit scenes or nudity. I think a mature person could handle it. What I especially liked about this movie was how Coppola made the connection between the eighties and Versailles at this time through the eightie's rock music. Sociologists refer to the eighties as "the age of big" where there was more money in America than ever before and people had to have everything big-their cars, their hair, and yes, even their sleeves.
Versailles was experiencing a similar situation when Marie Antoinette was there. I wish I had more time to talk about the movie, but I don't. I'll try to post more MA pictures tonight.
Laters,
Sookie (ps. working right now on a story) :)

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The Monologue

Today was the second meeting of my school's drama club (called TAPPS by many people; TAPPS is a competition we participate in) and we went to find monologues today at the computer lab.
We went here to look at/ order monologues and duet peices. I was surprised by the titles-my favorite being "I Hate Pigeons." (ha ha-PIGEONS! snicker, inside joke). There was also a peice called "The Cheerleader and the Goth". This is one of those peices where the actress has to portray two different personalities that are totally different from one another.
Sad ones like "Ashes" and "I Once Knew a Boy" were more my style.
I think I always play a sad person better than a happy or mild-annoyed person.
I suggest that anyone who gets a kick out of super-strange monologues or peices preview this one-"Fairytales and Lies". sounds like a good one, eh? Ha ha, I totally recommend reading that one. Anyway, still working on my little "Creepy Cinderella" project.
-Sookie

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Tea For Two


There is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, Letters and Social Aims
Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company. ~Author Unknown
Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. ~Catherine Douzel
Tea should be taken in solitude. ~C.S. Lewis
Tea is liquid wisdom. ~Anonymous
Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors. ~Alice Walker
There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea. ~Bernard-Paul Heroux
I decided that tea would be a proper theme for quotes today because last night I won a "tea basket" at my school's auction that was suppose to have tea for two and everything.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Just a quick note

Everybody be sure to check out my other blog Here, if you haven't already. It's a collection of some of my earlier stories (click on the link at the very top of the page to see why) and some of my new stories. From now on all of my poems, writings, stories, etc will go there.

Thanks,
Sookie :)

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Creepy, Conniving Cinderella

I started writing this in response to a creative writing prompt that was suppose to "prompt" me re-write a fairytale in a comical way. However, this is what came out as a result. I was very surprised at myself when I re-read this. I have no idea if I'll finish the story or not, but it's definitely been an interesting excercise...

The dusty, filthy, mud-splattered road that cut the Village in half was empty, completely empty. Except for the mild traffic of crows, not scared off at all by the crude scarecrows posted hurriedly to protect the villager’s crop, the whole town looked quite deserted and to be truthful-grim and haunted.
It was onto this street, shivering in the icy cold air with only a permeable shawl on, that Megara walked, holding an old bucket for drawing water out of the half-frozen well.
It was half-way through November, and the weather was already as cold as January.
Some predicted that this was a bad omen. Others told them to shut their traps and stop listening to such lies.
Megara was a rather homely girl, or so said the villagers, and she lived with her only living relations-her Aunt Sinistra and her cousin Fiona (who was her own age-six).
And you might ask-why was Megara given such a laborious task at age six-to draw water from the well, I mean. The truth of the matter is-though they were her only relations, Megara loathed her aunt and cousin more than any foul thing on the earth. She liked doing chores-mostly to escape the long lectures of her aunt and the sniggering and finger-pointing of Fiona. Megara didn’t mind doing the really hard chores, either. In fact she was very good at it, better even than the drip-nosed maid that Aunt Sinistra employed to clean the house and cook the meals. But Megara didn’t mind the drip-nosed maid who gave her the orders to draw water, either. In fact, the crows settling in all around her at the well didn’t provoke her, either. Most people thought crows an ill omen. Megara thought them very intelligent creatures that meant no harm.
That’s what Megara’s only problem in life was, you see. Though level-headed and logical she was, Megara always managed to get herself dragged into the very middle of every mess possible. Megara was trying to not dwell on that fact as she let the bucket be lowered into the cold, stone well and heard a thin soprano voice behind her.
“Er...Excuse me miss.”
Megara drew the bucket up again, frustrated. Who could be out on a morning like this? And what could they possibly need from her?
She thought she’d heard a distinctly adult voice behind her back, but as she pivoted around, she saw a girl, no older than herself, standing in front of her-in even more tattered and Mis-matched clothes than she was.
Megara wrapped her shawl around herself tightly. Though she did not believe in ill omens and ghosts and such, she was still a child, and the sight of this girl made her almost believe.
The girl was an apparition-deadly pale with eyes a very faded color of blue. She was dressed in the manner of one of the village babies that had died from fever or famine-in a flowing white gown, white-blonde hair that was streaming everywhere, barely pulled back with dried flowers. She looked like she’d been buried for perhaps thirty years. Megara suddenly wished she’d believed that crows were ill omens-for she saw all of them gather at once around the ghost, and she did not seem at all bothered by them. In fact, as one perched itself on her shoulder, she looked at the great black bird and smiled. Her teeth were very, very white.
Megara was dreadfully afraid. She would have run away, except that she couldn’t move.
The spirit looked at her and frowned.
“Is there anyone at this village named Dreary?”
Megara couldn’t talk. The ghost smiled and that seemed to coax the words out of Megara’s mouth.
“Dreary? Oh, you mean Drury. Yes, my aunt and cousin and I have that name in common.”
The girl considered this for a moment.
“Is there anyone named Giles Drury?”
Megara knew who she meant. Giles Dreary was her father’s unfortunate brother who decided to marry Sinistra and then croaked within a year past the wedding.
“He died before I was born...” Megara said solemnly.
“Pity,” the girl said strangely, as if she wasn’t sad at all, “I’ve just found out that he is my father.”
“That’s impossible!” Megara explained, “I saw his grave....”
But the spirit did not look in the least concerned.
“Very well, take me to your family.”
“But....”
The spirit snapped, making Megara walk very quickly towards the middle of the Main Street. Megara tried to stop herself but she couldn’t.
Megara wanted to cry. She didn’t want to have to introduce this ghost to Sinistra and Fiona...she didn’t want to spend another minute with this....
“By the way, since you are my cousin, you can call me Elena. What is your name?”
“Megara Drury” she answered quickly, hoping the apparition would just stop talking.
When they approached the Drury Manor, at the edge of the Village, the spirit made a noise in disgust.
“This is where my father lived?” Megara shrugged and pounded her fist on the rotting wooden door. Megara knew that the manor had long been this way-filthy, dilapidated, ill-cared for, but somehow when Elena mentioned it, Megara felt offended that someone had sneered at her home-the home she worked so hard to clean.
The drip-nosed maid opened the door, though Megara did not call her “the drip-nosed maid.” Instead she called her by her name-Dora.
“What took you so long, huh? And where’s my bucket? And who’s this?”
Before Megara could even begin to answer, Elena dipped a graceful curtsy and said in her most adult voice, “I am Elena Elliora Esmeralda Drury, daughter of Giles Drury and Elvira Eleanora Elisa Fantasma.”
Dora looked as if she’d just been slapped in the face and her wide eyes widened. She made no reply.
“You must be the maid,” Elena said with her mature voice, “Please go announce me to my stepmother, and invite us in for a cup of hot tea. My cousin and I are thoroughly frozen.”
Elena snapped, and Megara could guess what would happen next. Yes, Megara was very good at noticing things-all sorts of things, especially things she would rather not have noticed.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

The Recipe for Stress Cream Pie


A List Of Ingredients

1 LLLOOONNNNGGG PSAT practice test that sits, waiting, in my backpack-probably laughing at me and twirling its mustache-if practice tests have mustaches

1 finely ground art project that I've barely started, that's due the day after the PSAT

1 PSAT-tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!

1 National Merit Scholarship that I'd really like to be qualified for.

2 incomplete homework assignment

assorted fruits such as: haggard, tired, worn out, stretched to the max, and worn thin
any of these will due.


Mis contents in a bowl, stir and preheat to-10000 degrees (that's what it feels like here in Texas)

Cook, add crust and whipped cream, mmm....isn't Sookie's stress tatsy? It goes just perfect with Irritable Lemonade...

Monday, October 16, 2006

I've been Tagged

1) Which would you rather be: Divinely beautiful, or dazzlingly clever, or angelically good?
Dazzlingly clever of course
2) What makes a good book? Are there different types of good books?
In my opinion, a book is good when it's not boring, not too repetitive, and has likable characters and
a plot line that's somewhat believable, even if it is fantastical (ie. Harry Potter can't just decide one day that he wants to join lord voldemort all of a sudden and Ella from Ella Enchanted can't just decide to runaway from Kyrria randomly after she and the prince are married); there are different types of good books, I'll place them into categories : there's books that make you cry everytime you read them, books that make you laugh so hard your sides hurt, and books that are so good you never want them to end.
3) Does a good movie require different components?
Yes, somewhat. In my opinion, a good movie is made up of talented actors, muscicians, crew...etc. The more talented they are-the better!
4) Write a short essay on something from someone else's point of view...
Er...I'm going to have to write a major essay for English AP tomorrow, and I'm drawing a blank on scenarios from someone else's point of view....


Okay, I tag.....everyone who read this! And Molly, of course.
Sookie :)

Sunday, October 15, 2006

A Series of Unfortunate Events





By Lemony Snicket

Friday the 13th, at aproxiately (I'm pretty sure that's not spelled right, but at this moment I don't care) eight o'clock, I bought a book I've meant to read for several years.
The Bad Beginning, Book the First in the Series of Unfortunate Events, was a slim, easy-read that I finished the night before I went to the library to check out the final two books in the Harry Potter series.
And strangely enough, even though it was a children's book-I loved it!
And I even rented the next installment from the library along with Harry Potter.
But really, there was something else glorious to see at the Borders Bookstore in the Quarry (for those of you who don't know much about San Antonio, Texas-the Quarry is this place, located near downtown, that is VERY nice-their bookstore has about three stories-you have to take an elevator to get to all of those books!!).
And it was the independant reader's section located near the Children's and YA section.
Rows and rows (I am seriously not kidding ya'll) of fantasy books!
In fact, out of all of those books, only a very few were historical fiction or realistic fiction.
It was LOVELY!!!!!
I saw so many books that I wanted to check out-including the Septimus Heap books (Magyk and Flyte) and a series that looked absolutely awesome about dragons.
Are people finally realizing how wonderful the fantasy genre can be, or what?
To me, who is obsessed with Fantasy, this is all music to my ears.
If anybody ever comes to San Antonio, Texas, they should visit the Borders in the Quarry. It's an absolutely awesome experience.
Cheers :)
-Sookie

Friday, October 13, 2006

An Ode To Writing


This is my favorite thing to do!!!

There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath

Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space. ~Orson Scott Card

Writing is a struggle against silence. ~Carlos Fuentes

Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will. ~Goethe

There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes. ~William Makepeace Thackeray


You could compile the worst book in the world entirely out of selected passages from the best writers in the world. ~G.K. Chesterton

Sit down, and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it. ~Colette, Casual Chance, 1964

One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen. ~Leo Tolstoy

An author in his book must be like God in the universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere. ~Gustave Flaubert

Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~E.B. White

Most editors are failed writers - but so are most writers. ~T.S. Eliot

Okay, and one more:

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, October 12, 2006

The Recipe for a Terrible Day


A List Of Ingredients

4 cups of powdered insomnia

2 quarts of bad parking places in the school parking lot

3/4 cup of unwanted flirting/attention

1 very long paper due on abortion that I worried about

1 gallon of irritableness from myself and other people

3 buckets of fine-churned stress due to the amount of homework I have tonight and the little time I have to do it.

50 cut and frechly gutted homework assignments

And to top it all off :
A dash of dissapointment from psychology class.

You will also need these three key people to add to your recipe.
It's just a plain bad day without them. But to have an evil-filled, stressful, terrible, horrifying, and plainly awful day, then you will need these:

Lord Voldemort (also known as Tom Riddle)

Severus Snape

and of course, what would a magical recipe be without truly evil
Cruella Devil

If you MUST substitute these, because of death or ficticious limits, then an adequate person to add to the boiling pot would be The Wicked Witch of the West.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Abortion

I'm fully aware that this is suppose to be a blog about things I like-book reviews and stories. But I'm writing this time about something I don't like. At all.
Tomorrow in Ethics class I'll be turining in my quarter project, which is a paper that I have to write about some controversial issue in the world.
Ethics is a very watered down class meant, at my school at least, to tell students that their view is completely right and the world's a nice little happy bubble and that the entertainment world is the devil. This is exactly how the Ms. B teaches the class. I am not exaggerating. So, with this in mind, I've decided to do my quarter project on abortion. This is a bit of the paper I will be turning in tomorrow, I'm hoping it burst that bubble...

'The real question we need to ask ourselves (about abortion) is, are we devaluing human life and personhood in the same way Hitler and Stalin and many other tyrants have? There are only two possible answers to this question. Yes, we are in fact murdering human beings who have no say in their death. Or, no- the safety and well-being of the mother is more important than the life of the partially formed child. Being a Christian myself, I believe the answer to the question above is yes. The Ten Commandments and scriptures do not agree with abortion, either. “Thou Shalt Not Kill,” is a very famous Commandment, given to us by God. In Leviticus He says, “‘do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against one of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.” In Matthew Jesus clearly states, “’Do not murder, do not commit adultery, do not steal, do not give false testimony, honor your father and mother,' and 'love your neighbor as yourself.’” [Emphases added by me]
Jesus has also explained that our neighbor is every fellow human being.
Now, the argument that Choice and Woman’s Rights makes is that a fetus is not actually a human. But, even by scientific and non-religious measures, a fetus is considered to be human. In fact, everything belonging to the Homo sapiens species is a human being, even if they are not fully formed yet or cannot voice an opinion. So that should completely dissolve the whole issue on abortion. However, it doesn’t. And there are many people out there who are actually advocates of murdering innocent children of their own species, their own kind.
Let’s say you were going incubate geese eggs, like I once did when I was a child. It’s a very difficult task of collecting the specific types of eggs you want, because the mother of the goose is very protective of her nest. She’ll hiss and try to bite you if you provoke her enough. And this is because she knows that she has the special job of protecting her eggs. The father comes in too, yes. But most of the attacking comes from the mother, why? Because those are her children you are taking from her, and she fears she’ll never see them again. And this is from animals. Why are we killing off our own kind? Why are we supporting something so awful that Hitler and his surgeons practiced?'

and then this is my last question on the paper,
'My final question is, which human really has the right to decide whether someone else has the right to die or not when they can’t control their own life or death?'



-Sookie

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

New Stories


Well, that's that. I just finished watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. And for some reason the movie-and the music-provoked a few ideas out of me.
October is now becoming something entirely different.
But I DO have just a slight attachment to the name (October Sterling), which I'm still not sure whether to change or not.
Anyway, here are just some book suggestions that I've read and not been able to review:

Pirates! by Celia Reese is an excellant book-it really brings out you're pirate spirit within-ARG!

And of course the third Harry Potter book-it will always be one of my favorites. I'm reading the fourth one now, and I like it also.


I haven't finished Blood Red Horse yet, but I have a feeling that I will soon. And so far it's pretty good.

Cheers :)
Sookie

Monday, October 9, 2006

Nostalgia...

Since I can't really think of anything better to do (the only thing to really do right now is homework, and I want to avoid it like the black plague), I've decided, for nostalgia's sake, to post a bit of an old story I once wrote up here.
I've had some really enticing ideas for a new story, and sometimes seeing old work helps me think through just exactly what I put into my stories. So here it is.
This summer I wrote this very....shall we say-far fetched(?), story. And let's just say that after seven chapters through this thing, I'd had it with the whiny character I put as the heroine. I realized she was too much like me :) . And also, the story just was not working out....

Blue Princess
Chapter 1: Totally Blue
4:30 pm Thursday

Seriously, I'm telling you, it was all her fault. If I hadn't allowed Cherry to pick out the color in the beauty supply store (a VERY dangerous place for Cherry, be afraid, be VERY afraid), this never would have happened. I just wanted my dark brown hair to be a little lighter. You know, like sun kissed brunette (at least I though that was what Cherry was picking out). But nothing could have prepared me for the horror when Cherry took the towel off my brand spankin' new Electric Blue #4 hair. I let out a scream that even a true Hollywood horror movie actress would have coveted.
"Jeez, 'Tina, I thought you would like it."
The only thing I could do was ask, "Why?"
"I don't know, I thought it would be cool, you know, like a statement against your name. So that you could show the world that your not some romantic sap. Because, frankly, with your name, most people think that. And I thought you hated your name so much that-"
I cut her off. "Not that much!!!"
Cherry now resembled a scolded puppy.
"Now I'll be even more of a freak! How could you, Cherry? I hate unnaturally colored hair! Oh, Lord, what will I say to my mom?"
"I'm sorry; I just thought you'd like it..."
"Like it! Only a lunatic would like it!"
In my rage I forgot that Cherry had just died her hair red. Cherry red.
"I guess I'm a lunatic then! For being your friend!!!"
She stormed out of my house, slamming the door behind her. This is really bad, because it needs new hinges. We (my parents and my sister and I) live in an old house in Austin, Texas. It was bad enough being Valentina and living in Texas. Now I have blue hair, am named Valentina, and live in Texas, and one of my best friends is mad at me!!!!! Gosh, dress me up in a tie-dyed shirt and frayed jeans and send me packing to the Sixth Street (which is sort of labeled as the weirdo, hippy freak street of Austin; Dallas has the worst crime, San Antonio the worst traffic, Houston the worst weather, and Austin the most freaks, it's a universally known fact).
My mom is going to be furious. Especially since she put the first down payment on my car (a used Ford Focus) and has been cranky ever since. I have to keep reminding her that I NEED that car. It is my only link to normalcy. Oh what am I going to do?
Yikes! The front door was creaking! What will I say?
Oh, it was just my little sister, Medusa …I can just hear those snakes hissing. I escaped to my room just in time to avoid her, and I shut the door, which has “keep out” signs plastered all over it. Not that anyone respects those signs. But I might as well try. I plopped on the bed, covered with my sky blue comforter that was a Christmas present from my mom who bought it at Bed, Bath and Beyond. It has real down in it, you know those fluffy little feathers that feel so good… Ooh, two new e-mails. One was my SAT question of the day. The other was from my other best friend, Brit. I opened the one from Brit first. That’s her full first name. Brit Freemen. It’s not short for anything like Britney. It’s just Brit. We with weird names have to stick together.

Time: 4:46pm
To: Earth2Tina@ezone.com
From: Uneviltwin45@nosnail.net
Subject: She’s driving me insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Tina,
We’re sorry to inform you that your friend, Brit Freemen. Has gone literally insane due to her twin Cora’s constant nagging about not playing a certain CD that reminds her of her ex-boyfriend Jordan. You know what Tina, BIG DEAL!!!!! At least she HAS an ex-boyfriend!!!! And who thinks about their boyfriend when they hear Shania Twain anyway? She’s just saying that because she knows it’s my favorite CD!!!!!!!! Please adopt me! I could sleep in Meat Ball’s room. You could seriously just put a cot in there and I would be fine! You’re SO lucky that that you’re older than Amy by more than three minutes!!
Love from your new sister,
Brit
Ps. Please, please adopt me!!! I beg of you! Or shoot me. ‘Cause either way would be fine with me.
Pps. But I think you (and I) would enjoy adoption more.


Time: 5:34 pm
To: Uneviltwin45@nosnail.net
From: Earth2Tina@ezone.com
Subject: : Hair Trouble…..
Brit,
First of all, don’t give me all this about how you’re life sucks because you haven’t had your hair died blue by one of your best friends and happen to offend and lose that friend all in one day.
Secondly, you are allergic to cats. Therefore, you cannot have Meat Ball’s room.
Thirdly, you’d miss Cora too much. But I do agree with you about the Shania Twain thing. But how’s this, why don’t you sneak into Cora’s room at night and dye her hair blue. Cora would never speak, or nag to you again!!!!!
Please, knock some sense into Cherry. And tell her I don’t think she’s a lunatic for dyeing her hair blood red. It goes with her skin tone.
Please give me some ideas of what to say to my mom when she gets home!
Your Blue Haired, Problematic Friend,
Tina



I hoped that Brit would come up with some ideas soon. Because any minute my mom could arrive. And what’s even worse- The SAT question stumped me, and I got the wrong answer.
ACK!!!! The door was opening. I pulled on a hat quicker than you can say “Blue Freak”. Thankfully, it was just Amy. Great. Just great. “What do you want?” I threw her a hostile glance just for her benefit. “What’s with the hat?” Was all she asked. “What do you want?” I tried to make it sound firm and Terminator-like. I think Arnold would be proud.
“Jeez, could you like, at least like, try to be normal?”
“What do you want?!!”
“Nothing! Dad just wanted me to tell you that mom called to say she’d be late and that we need to order a pizza. He says that it’s your turn to pick the toppings and you better hurry or he’ll order Canadian bacon again.”
YYYEEESSS!!!!! At least one thing in my life didn’t go wrong today! I was smiling when I told Amy that I wanted to order pineapple pizza with the cheesy crust. “Gawd, such a dork!” I just smiled. Amy rolled her eyes and shut the door. Yes! If I had to die tonight, due to my mom’s thrashing, at least it would be with the satisfaction that Amy didn’t get what she wanted for ONE night in her life.
“Meow”
It was my cat, Meat Ball, safely hidden from Amy in my trundle bed’s sheets.
I held on to her tight and rubbed her ears which made her purr. This might be the last time I get to hear my precious cat purr!!!
Oh, Lord, what will happen tonight?

Sunday, October 8, 2006

Texan Phenomena

If you do not live anywhere near San Antonio, Texas then you probably don't know about the current phenomena taking place here.

There are SO many butterflies here. They are EVERYWHERE!!!!!!! And in SWARMS!!!
And they are freshly hatched and migrating south for the autumn. Baby butterflies, and the adults too, are so beautiful. We're so lucky to have so many of them here. However-it does make for a distraction on the road-all of those beautiful, usually yellow or white, butterflies trying to fly across the street-you have to dodge them!!

A few story ideas have come from this phenomenon, though, so I'm mightily pleased with the butterflies-even if they are particularly hard to watch for on the road....

Saturday, October 7, 2006

An Ode To The Sorting Hat















Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindor apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on!
Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

-JK Rowling Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Thursday, October 5, 2006

Katrina's Tag

Read Callappider days to find out about this tag. Okay, here goes.

Warning
The first thing I think of when I hear the word warning is how in movies, whenever the lab/high tech building is about to explode, there's these flashing lights and a voice that says "Malfunction" or "Warning". Yeah. It's been a long day....


Belt
When I see or hear the word belt, I always think of my friend, Kat, who used to wear this clear plastic belt that was totally considered fashionable back in the day. Oh, how I always wanted one of those belts....


Delivery
Hmmm.....
Delivery sort of makes me think of the part in The Little Princess (the movie) when the very large cook falls in love with the milkman delivery guy.


Okay, I tag....everyone who reads this.
According to the tag you must put what you first think when you see these words:


My words last night were really terrible. I was really tired; so here are a few that might be an improvement.

*revised words*

Purple

Folk

Pinecone (for example, when anyone mentions pinecones these days, I think about my failure to draw a pinecone in art class, it looked like a pile of socks and I got in trouble for naming it that :) )


A Library Book's Vacation




This is for all the books I've rented this past week. I hope I treated them like this.


The Weekly Library Vacation Spree Raffle

Those books who are selected will recieve:

Rides in a very comfortable purple backpack all week long

Frequent readings by a warm, cozy fireplace

Their own place to sleep laying down instead of standing up all the time

Time to communicate with AUTHOR SIGNED BOOKS!!!! (celebs in the book world)

And of course they will be awarded a coupon redeemable for one free binding repair taping session and un-page bending therapy.

October in a nutshell

Here's just a bit of news for those who've read my latest story (October Sterling)-
I'm going to start completely rewriting it, shortening it, and perfecting it because I've had some new ideas for it and the story right now is really just not fitting.
-Sookie :)

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Coffee Coffee Coffee!!!

This post is dedicated to the many leters of coffee I've had to drink just to stay alive this week....




This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder. ~Honore de Balzac, "The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee"



The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., "Over the Teacups," 1891




LUKE: Do they let kids drink coffee before school?
RORY: Why, do you think it might lead to harder stuff? Lattes, cappucinos...
LUKE: Forget I asked. (walks away)
-Gilmore Girls

If it ain't caffeinated, it ain't coffee! ~Author Unknown

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

The Top Ten Books Of September-According To Me

Okay okay, so I know I'm a bit late, but here are the winners:
These ten books are picked from any genre and are all given the same standing (first place). So when they're labeled from 1-10 it does not mean that 1 is the highest, follow me? Oh, and some of these books were not published in September, I only picked these because I actually read these in September.
Okay here goes. Drumroll Please....


1. River Secrets by Shannon Hale (fantasy)









2. New Moon by Stephenie Meyer (horror, romance, fantasy)









3. Captivating by John and Stasi Eldridge (non-fiction, Christian)









4. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen ( read it again and still loved it), (classics, romance)



5. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Fantasy)



6. Specials by Scott Westerfield (Sci-Fi)



7. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Fantasy)
(sorry, having technical difficulties with the pictures)

8. Sirena-Donna Jo Napoli (fantasy, myth)

9. Fairest by Gail Carson Levine (fantasy)

10. Avalon High-Meg Cabot (fantasy)


*A roaring applause is heard from the audience-even a couple of Huzzahs!!!*
Thank you, thank you everyone for coming tonight. And now Lords and Ladies,
the show has come to and end.....




ps. I think I have an over-active imagination :)

Monday, October 2, 2006

Sirena by Donna Jo Napoli


Sirena by Napoli

I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.
-Donna Jo Napoli Sirena


Once again, Donna Jo Napoli has captivated me with her style of writing and descriptions and characters.
Reading a book by her is always a treat (and I also recommend her other books-Zel, Spinners, etc...).
The story is lovely, but the ending is very very sad.
I recommend it to anyone of any age (well, okay, probably three year olds wouldn't be very interested, but still)
Okay so here's the story:

Sirena is a mermaid who lives with her sisters on an island. They lie in wait for any passing ships, to lure the men onto their island. But Sirena refuses to do the same again when her sisters relocate. Instead, she helps a man that has been newly stranded on the island.
Finally, they fall in love and live together for years and years. Sadly, the man is growing older while Sirena is still beautiful and young.
And even more sadly-they must break apart when a ship comes to pick the man (Philoctetes) up and get the bow Hercules gave to him.
It's so sad!!!!
but so good.

Later,
Sookie

Sunday, October 1, 2006

October Sterling among other things

Eek! here's just a little tiny bit of chapter two of my latest story :October Sterling.


The Mess Hall was noisy, crowded, and boisterous. The cafeteria was nearly empty because everyone already had their own food. I filled my plate with cereal, hoping that cats ate cereal, and my cup with milk. I found an extra little coffee mug and filled that with milk too. Then I set it and the kitten down on the floor, and dispersed some of the cereal in the milk. I didn’t know much about cats or what they ate. I’d never considered myself a pet person, just like Alex.
I looked around and made sure we were safe while Ruby kept sliding the indignant kitten back to the bowl.
Surprisingly, it never mewed once.
That was a good sign, but I knew that I couldn’t just carry her around all day in my messenger back.
“Do you think there’s anywhere safe we can keep her?” I asked.
“I saw a janitor’s closet on the second floor, but who knows how much it’s used.”
I looked around me. There was nothing I could hide her in, because I doubted that the janitor’s closet was unused.
“Oh well.” I shrugged, and picked her up off the floor after she was done drinking; she hadn’t touched the cereal.
She didn’t even mew when I put her back in my bag, complacent little thing.
“What should we name her?”
“How do you know it’s a her?”
Ruby shrugged, she didn’t understand anymore than I did about how she knew the cat was female.
“How about Fluffy?” She suggested.
“Absolutely NOT,” if this kitten knew what was good for it, it would run for her life before Ruby gave her some horrid name.
“Okay then, how about....Lizzy?”
“I don’t think so.” Lizzy sounded wrong to me.
“Hmm...alright then, Wynn”
“Huh?” the name threw me off. Ruby looked confused about what she’s just said also.
But strange enough “Wynn” seemed to work in my brain. Wynn had potential. Wynn had spunk. Wynn had class. Wynn.....just fitted.
“That’s good, I guess.” I frowned and looked down at my messenger back, where the kitten was stirring only slightly. I pulled her out, a white fluff-ball in a sea of dark blue, and looked into her eyes. What I did next was very uncharacteristic of me.
“You’re name is Wynn, isn’t it?” Had I gone off my rocker? What was I doing speaking to a KITTEN?
What came next surprised me more than anything else in the world-Wynn responded, only slightly, though.
Yes, that’s my name.
I could here her distinctly feline and female voice in my head, she was indeed a she.
But-hold on. I HEARD HER IN MY MIND!!!!!! What was next? Me in a bathrobe, strutting down the hall, and calling myself queen of the pigmies?
I HEARD A KITTEN SPEAK IN MY MIND!!!!!!
What’s even worse-Wynn winked a glittering blue eye at me. Obviously, I was going crazy. Obviously, I was out of my mind.
But my reaction wasn’t to run around screaming, like I felt doing. Instead, I calmly put Wynn back in my messenger bag and walked on to the crowded Mess Hall.

I am such a Texan





You Know You're From Texas When...


You see more Texan flags than American flags.

You know someone who ate the 72 oz steak and got it for free.

You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewelry, and your Cowboy Boots.

You can write a check at Dairy Queen for 2 Hungr-Busters and fries.

You prefer Whataburger to McDonalds.

You dress up to go shopping at the mall.

You've hung ornaments and tinsel on a tumbleweed and used it as a Christmas tree.

You're disappointed when a food doesn't come in spicy flavor.

You know from experience that rattlesnake meat tastes like chicken.

You can tell a rock from an armadillo at 300 yards.

You know what a 'Cowboy Cadillac' is.

You have both a dog and a brother-in-law named Bud

Your local grocery store sells cactus in the Fresh Produce department

You watch the movie Urban Cowboy and laugh at the phony Texan accents

You choose a brand of Mexican salsa with the same care that another might use to select a bottle of fine wine

You think that the 4 basic food groups are nachos, bar-b-que, fajitas, and Copenhagen.

You refer to the Dallas Cowboys as "God's favorite football team"

You know whether another Texan is from South, West, East, North, or Central Texas as soon as they open their mouth.

You don't consider people from Austin to be real Texans.

Your Pastor wears boots.

There is no such thing as a "secret" sin.

The Blue Book value on your truck goes up and down depending on how much gas it has in it.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Texas.




Valiant by Holly Black

Valiant by Holly Black

Many people loved Tithe and the Spiderwick Chronicles (though I haven't read those, I've only read Tithe) and they're very highly recommended books.
I was a little more than dissapointed, though, when I read Tithe.
The language was very vulgar, and the characters not very lickable at all.
And there were numerous other things that bothered me about that book.
When Valiant came out, I delayed in reading it.
I decided it was time to read it last week.
And this is all I have to say about it-
It's almost the same sort of story as Tithe-lots of cursing, lots of drug and sexual references.
Most of it was very inapropriate, for me, at least.
And all of it distracted from the story-which wasn't half bad if it didn't have certain elements.
So-I can't really recommend it. But at least I'll say that it wasn't as bad as Tithe.
Anyway, here's what I can tell you about the story:
After finding out that her mother has had an affair with her boyfriend, Valerie runs away to New York City and starts hanging out with a group of homeless kids that live in the Subway.
Luis, one of those kids, claims to have the Second Sight. And Dave, his brother, makes deliveries to hoofed women.
At first Val doesn't believe, but after a run-in with Ravus, a troll, Val is trapped in their world.
She now makes deliveries for Ravus himself and ends up saving his life. To pay his debt, Ravus teaches Val how to use a sword. But all the while, she's caught up in using a certain Faerie substance that is sort of like a drug. Val falls in love with Ravus, but he is disgusted to find out that she's been stealing the drug from him. But all the while-there have been Faerie poisonings everywhere, and Ravus is blamed and taken away. And it's now up to Val to use all her training to defeat the evil faerie. If this sounds interesting to anyone, I'd say the age level is probably sixteen and up.