Together we can FIGHT the FIGHT!
I feel like I had a whole lot to say. But now I sort of forget it all.
I was almost half an hour late to class today. I kept thinking, Class starts at 5:30, class starts at 5:30, and then for some reason I decided to look at my palm pilot and double-check that. Good thing I did: class stated at 5:00, not 5:30. That would've been cool, to show up late to class on the second day because I just randomly decided the class started at a different time than it did last week. Verrrry cool.
I love you, palm pilot! Don't ever change!
So there are two things I'm kind of worried about in relation to school right now. The first is that, what with all that's been going on with Israel lately, I'm going to run into anti-Semitism on campus. That hasn't been the case yet, thank goodness, but it's something that I keep expecting around every corner. I've been super, super lucky thus far at school and in my life in general never to have been the target of personal anti-Semitism, and very rarely the target of generalized anti-Semitism. But I'm not in my little Jewish bubble anymore (where, actually, there was a frustrating amount of self-hating Jews), and I'm just preparing myself for what may be out there.
And then the second thing... is actually kind of silly, especially when next to the former. See, I've been told by many people that I have abnormally large pupils. Not only does my family notice this: my doctor and eye doctor both noticed it individually. And I'm worried that at some point I'm going to be accused of being under the influence of narcotics or something. I know, I know; to be accused strictly on the basis of having large pupils is kind of crazy, but for someone as annoyingly goody-goody as me, it's still a matter of concern. Oh well. It should be the biggest of my problems.
OKAY, IT'S ALL COMING BACK TO ME. Does that happen to anyone else? That you open the entry, forget what you wanted to say, start writing, and it eventually starts coming back to you? Yeah, it's pretty awesome.
I kind of want to write an essay on why I don't keep kosher, vegetarian, or vegan. No, I guess that's a lie. I really want to. Here's the thing: if you have self-imposed dietary restrictions, like the above mentioned, everyone asks you why you decide to keep them. I mean, I ask; I want to know why people have decided to restrict what they eat. But if you don't keep any restrictions, no one asks why. It's automatically assumed that if you don't keep any restrictions, you don't put any thought into what you eat and have made the decision by default. There's no thought-process behind it. There's no conscious decision.
But for me, there is.
I am entirely conscious of the fact that I don't keep kosher, vegetarian, vegan, or any other self-imposed set of regulations. I choose to eat everything. I choose not to leave anything out. I am aware that the meat I eat was once a living, breathing being. I am aware that some foods have no nutritional value. But that doesn't stop me, because food is my religion. It is so important to me. I want to taste everything. I want to eat the foods that are other countries'/cultures' delicacies. I want to submerge myself in the culinary world. It is, after all, one thing that everything the world over has in common.
It's not that I hate animals or don't care about my health or anything. I don't support animal cruelty and I maintain a pretty darn healthy diet. But I always want the option to try new things and to experiment. I don't want to restrict myself in any way.
This isn't coming out quite as eloquently as I'd wanted it to. I'll try to explain myself better later on. And then write that essay.
Ummmm Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw comes out tomorrow. Pretty exciting. Though I never did finish Rodrick Rules. Eh. It'll come in time.
Alright, one more thing, since apparently my brain has shut off for the night. I've noticed this trend in PJO fics that really bothers me. No, it's not the trend of them being awful, though that bothers me, too. This one goes a little something like this:
It being the school year, Percy was at home. One day he heard the phone ring. He proceeded to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Percy? It's Annabeth."
"Wha?" Percy cried, alarmed. "Annabeth, what's wrong? Why didn't you call me in an IM?"
END SCENE.
Okay, seriously, guys: They don't always need to contact each other via Iris Message. It's really not necessary. 1) Yes, they are the children of Greek gods. However, they are also children of 21st century America. They have phones, and they know how to use them. 2) Golden drachmas don't grow on trees, people. 3) It's a heck of a lot easier to pick up a phone than it is to find/make a rainbow, I'd think.
Yeah, I don't know. It reallllly shouldn't bother me at all, but I've just noticed it comes up over and over and OVER again in fics. Also, there's a disproportionate amount of fics involving OCs. On the front page of ff.net right now, out of the 25 stories listed there are six revolving around OCs, a PJO/Twilight crossover, and a PJO/Bobby Pendragon (whoever that is) crossover. And that's just what I gleaned through the summaries. WHO KNOWS what lurks in the stories themselves?
THE SHADOW KNOWS!
I was almost half an hour late to class today. I kept thinking, Class starts at 5:30, class starts at 5:30, and then for some reason I decided to look at my palm pilot and double-check that. Good thing I did: class stated at 5:00, not 5:30. That would've been cool, to show up late to class on the second day because I just randomly decided the class started at a different time than it did last week. Verrrry cool.
I love you, palm pilot! Don't ever change!
So there are two things I'm kind of worried about in relation to school right now. The first is that, what with all that's been going on with Israel lately, I'm going to run into anti-Semitism on campus. That hasn't been the case yet, thank goodness, but it's something that I keep expecting around every corner. I've been super, super lucky thus far at school and in my life in general never to have been the target of personal anti-Semitism, and very rarely the target of generalized anti-Semitism. But I'm not in my little Jewish bubble anymore (where, actually, there was a frustrating amount of self-hating Jews), and I'm just preparing myself for what may be out there.
And then the second thing... is actually kind of silly, especially when next to the former. See, I've been told by many people that I have abnormally large pupils. Not only does my family notice this: my doctor and eye doctor both noticed it individually. And I'm worried that at some point I'm going to be accused of being under the influence of narcotics or something. I know, I know; to be accused strictly on the basis of having large pupils is kind of crazy, but for someone as annoyingly goody-goody as me, it's still a matter of concern. Oh well. It should be the biggest of my problems.
OKAY, IT'S ALL COMING BACK TO ME. Does that happen to anyone else? That you open the entry, forget what you wanted to say, start writing, and it eventually starts coming back to you? Yeah, it's pretty awesome.
I kind of want to write an essay on why I don't keep kosher, vegetarian, or vegan. No, I guess that's a lie. I really want to. Here's the thing: if you have self-imposed dietary restrictions, like the above mentioned, everyone asks you why you decide to keep them. I mean, I ask; I want to know why people have decided to restrict what they eat. But if you don't keep any restrictions, no one asks why. It's automatically assumed that if you don't keep any restrictions, you don't put any thought into what you eat and have made the decision by default. There's no thought-process behind it. There's no conscious decision.
But for me, there is.
I am entirely conscious of the fact that I don't keep kosher, vegetarian, vegan, or any other self-imposed set of regulations. I choose to eat everything. I choose not to leave anything out. I am aware that the meat I eat was once a living, breathing being. I am aware that some foods have no nutritional value. But that doesn't stop me, because food is my religion. It is so important to me. I want to taste everything. I want to eat the foods that are other countries'/cultures' delicacies. I want to submerge myself in the culinary world. It is, after all, one thing that everything the world over has in common.
It's not that I hate animals or don't care about my health or anything. I don't support animal cruelty and I maintain a pretty darn healthy diet. But I always want the option to try new things and to experiment. I don't want to restrict myself in any way.
This isn't coming out quite as eloquently as I'd wanted it to. I'll try to explain myself better later on. And then write that essay.
Ummmm Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw comes out tomorrow. Pretty exciting. Though I never did finish Rodrick Rules. Eh. It'll come in time.
Alright, one more thing, since apparently my brain has shut off for the night. I've noticed this trend in PJO fics that really bothers me. No, it's not the trend of them being awful, though that bothers me, too. This one goes a little something like this:
It being the school year, Percy was at home. One day he heard the phone ring. He proceeded to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Percy? It's Annabeth."
"Wha?" Percy cried, alarmed. "Annabeth, what's wrong? Why didn't you call me in an IM?"
END SCENE.
Okay, seriously, guys: They don't always need to contact each other via Iris Message. It's really not necessary. 1) Yes, they are the children of Greek gods. However, they are also children of 21st century America. They have phones, and they know how to use them. 2) Golden drachmas don't grow on trees, people. 3) It's a heck of a lot easier to pick up a phone than it is to find/make a rainbow, I'd think.
Yeah, I don't know. It reallllly shouldn't bother me at all, but I've just noticed it comes up over and over and OVER again in fics. Also, there's a disproportionate amount of fics involving OCs. On the front page of ff.net right now, out of the 25 stories listed there are six revolving around OCs, a PJO/Twilight crossover, and a PJO/Bobby Pendragon (whoever that is) crossover. And that's just what I gleaned through the summaries. WHO KNOWS what lurks in the stories themselves?
THE SHADOW KNOWS!