I'm sorry about how bad this post is. Seriously. Really sorry.
Okay, so yes I lied. I can't even remember if I lied to any of you guys, but I know I lied to myself a lot with this, "I'm gonna post later" stuff which I did not carry through with. But now, look! I'm posting! And hopefully I won't get distracted and forget about this completely. But because I don't trust myself on that front, I will tell you guys about some of the things that would distract me.
Yes, this is a post about some of the stuff I fangirl over. No, I'm not talking about the minor stuff. I'm talking about the hardcore-geek-out-flailing-your-arms-and-shrieking-like-a-banshee-on-a-rollercoaster-where-everyone's-going-to-die kind of fangirling. Yes, I do that. I will admit it. I'm not ashamed.
So I'll go ahead and start with one of the more minor ones of this variety of fangirling and work my way up. First one is Chopin. What would you like to know about him? I don't know everything, just what I've learned from playing Eternal Sonata, the video game that is based around his music and takes place the night he is on his death bed, complete with history lessons; one biography on him; and a CD entitled The Essential Chopin. If my memory serves right he was born February 22, 1810 and died October 17, 1849. And most importantly, *clears throat*, HE IS NOT FRENCH. NOT FRENCH. SURE, HE HAS A FRENCH LAST NAME AND HE DID LIVE IN FRANCE FOR MOST OF HIS LIFE BUT HE IS NOT FRENCH, HE'S POLISH. *calm* In his early twenties (I think it was his early twenties. I'm not looking anything up on Wikipedia because that would be blatant cheating in this post of fangirl-ery.) the Russians invaded Poland. Poland fought back, but Russia still squashed them. Chopin, who was very very patriotic, hated seeing Poland like that, so he exiled himself until the day came that Poland was once again under its own rule. Unfortunately, he died first.
Anyway, moving on. Number two is Texas History, with an emphasis on the Alamo. This, I have to thank my seventh and fourth grade history teachers for, but especially my fourth grade teacher, because in fourth grade we not only reenacted the battle of the Alamo, but read a book written by my fourth grade teacher called Journey to the Alamo. It's about a girl and her brother and also her best friend who open up a magic trunk that transports them to San Antonio de Bexar in March of the year 1836. I mean, what's not to love about the Alamo? I mean it's great that it led to Texas independence, but it's an amazing story. There's the villain, Santa Anna, and his army of thousands laying siege to this rundown little presidio (or fort. To clarify, the Alamo isn't actually the fort, but the mission church which is also the only thing still standing), which is in such bad shape that it's even missing part of the wall because during the original construction of it they didn't finish making it. And then there are the heroes; these 180 men who stood up for a cause that they believed in despite the fact that all except for what, five of them, were slated to die there on fate's map. There are the big names, the Americans trying to make a new life, William Barret Travis, Jim Bowie, Almeron Dickinson, Davy Crockett; but there are also the lesser known and the tejanos who are suspected of being spies despite their heroic deeds. There are the thirteen days of siege. There's the part where they're running out of rations and having to send silverware hurtling towards their enemy because there are no cannonballs. There's Travis's cat's eye ring, his letters pleading for help while telling the whole world that he won't back down, and his legendary line in the sand. There's the battle starting in the silent hours of dawn growing into gunshot and screams, and then the silence once again when all the heroes are dead. But then there's us, the fourth graders, the normal people taking time from their ordinary lives to visit the place where this all happened, the people screaming if not into the world, into our own hearts, "Remember the Alamo!" (Okay, next time I go to San Antonio someone remind me that I've got to do a Thoughts From Places.)
Number three. For some reason, I can't remember what was supposed to go here. Seriously. What kind of fangirl forgets what they fangirl about? I mean, I just remembered it when I was writing that novel up there, but now I can't. And now I feel kind of stupid, so I'm going to move on as if I just finished actually talking about whatever number three is, and if I remember it I will come back and add it.
Number four. John Green. I would say John Green's books, but that would be incorrect as it's basically just stuff he releases out into the world. Okay, this I'm not going to talk about as much because I don't actually flail or shriek or anything, more just.....hmm. I can't really say what I do, as I don't really actually know. But suffice to say, it's much more of a personal thing where I don't talk about it much, but instead just contemplate the things he talks about. Also, I'm really excited for The Fault in Our Stars. Ohhhhhhhhh. Isn't that such a pretty title? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh......
So yeah. Number five. Last year on a day the skies were dark and the rain made driving down 10th a real pain because of the flooding (10th street floods really easily), I was at Barnes and Noble, looking at books in the teen section. And I picked up a book called Nevermore that seemed to be about Edgar Allan Poe, weird stuff (I think that that's just redundant), and a bit of kissing. I read this book, loved it, and when it came time to pick a topic for my speech (for speech class, which isn't quite as redundant as it sounds), I chose the death of Edgar Allan Poe (and a bit on the Poe Toaster as well). And these two things, this book and this speech, are the reason that number five on this list of fangirl-ery, is Edgar Allan Poe. Yeah. I'll try to save you the monologue (though I just want to point out that Poe was born January 19, 1809, and died in the early morning hours of October 7, 1849, and Chopin was born February 22, 1810, and died in the early morning hours of October 17, 1849). But I do want to bring to your attention one thing of amazingness, which is the Catalyst Theatre's Nevermore: the Imaginary Life and Mysterious Death of Edgar Allan Poe. (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) This is an embellished biography (reading through a few paragraphs of their synopsis on Wikipedia shows that while it would seem that they have a good lot of the details right, some of them aren't) of Edgar Allan Poe in musical form. I don't mean it's a book that plays music while you read it, I mean it's a musical. I really really really want to be in Canada in October, when they will be performing it. Anyone have any idea's how I can be there for that? Anyone?
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Do I really have to come up with an ending? Can't I just fadeeeeeeeeeeee and get quieter and back away slowly...................
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Fine. Goodbye. I'll just leave then. I've said all I had to say, even though I still can't remember what number three was, so I'm just going to go. Okay? Bye. I'll talk to you later. Maybe I'll post soon. Maybe I won't. We'll have to see how my procrastination goes. Bye. Seriously this time.
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Bye.
Yes, this is a post about some of the stuff I fangirl over. No, I'm not talking about the minor stuff. I'm talking about the hardcore-geek-out-flailing-your-arms-and-shrieking-like-a-banshee-on-a-rollercoaster-where-everyone's-going-to-die kind of fangirling. Yes, I do that. I will admit it. I'm not ashamed.
So I'll go ahead and start with one of the more minor ones of this variety of fangirling and work my way up. First one is Chopin. What would you like to know about him? I don't know everything, just what I've learned from playing Eternal Sonata, the video game that is based around his music and takes place the night he is on his death bed, complete with history lessons; one biography on him; and a CD entitled The Essential Chopin. If my memory serves right he was born February 22, 1810 and died October 17, 1849. And most importantly, *clears throat*, HE IS NOT FRENCH. NOT FRENCH. SURE, HE HAS A FRENCH LAST NAME AND HE DID LIVE IN FRANCE FOR MOST OF HIS LIFE BUT HE IS NOT FRENCH, HE'S POLISH. *calm* In his early twenties (I think it was his early twenties. I'm not looking anything up on Wikipedia because that would be blatant cheating in this post of fangirl-ery.) the Russians invaded Poland. Poland fought back, but Russia still squashed them. Chopin, who was very very patriotic, hated seeing Poland like that, so he exiled himself until the day came that Poland was once again under its own rule. Unfortunately, he died first.
Anyway, moving on. Number two is Texas History, with an emphasis on the Alamo. This, I have to thank my seventh and fourth grade history teachers for, but especially my fourth grade teacher, because in fourth grade we not only reenacted the battle of the Alamo, but read a book written by my fourth grade teacher called Journey to the Alamo. It's about a girl and her brother and also her best friend who open up a magic trunk that transports them to San Antonio de Bexar in March of the year 1836. I mean, what's not to love about the Alamo? I mean it's great that it led to Texas independence, but it's an amazing story. There's the villain, Santa Anna, and his army of thousands laying siege to this rundown little presidio (or fort. To clarify, the Alamo isn't actually the fort, but the mission church which is also the only thing still standing), which is in such bad shape that it's even missing part of the wall because during the original construction of it they didn't finish making it. And then there are the heroes; these 180 men who stood up for a cause that they believed in despite the fact that all except for what, five of them, were slated to die there on fate's map. There are the big names, the Americans trying to make a new life, William Barret Travis, Jim Bowie, Almeron Dickinson, Davy Crockett; but there are also the lesser known and the tejanos who are suspected of being spies despite their heroic deeds. There are the thirteen days of siege. There's the part where they're running out of rations and having to send silverware hurtling towards their enemy because there are no cannonballs. There's Travis's cat's eye ring, his letters pleading for help while telling the whole world that he won't back down, and his legendary line in the sand. There's the battle starting in the silent hours of dawn growing into gunshot and screams, and then the silence once again when all the heroes are dead. But then there's us, the fourth graders, the normal people taking time from their ordinary lives to visit the place where this all happened, the people screaming if not into the world, into our own hearts, "Remember the Alamo!" (Okay, next time I go to San Antonio someone remind me that I've got to do a Thoughts From Places.)
Number three. For some reason, I can't remember what was supposed to go here. Seriously. What kind of fangirl forgets what they fangirl about? I mean, I just remembered it when I was writing that novel up there, but now I can't. And now I feel kind of stupid, so I'm going to move on as if I just finished actually talking about whatever number three is, and if I remember it I will come back and add it.
Number four. John Green. I would say John Green's books, but that would be incorrect as it's basically just stuff he releases out into the world. Okay, this I'm not going to talk about as much because I don't actually flail or shriek or anything, more just.....hmm. I can't really say what I do, as I don't really actually know. But suffice to say, it's much more of a personal thing where I don't talk about it much, but instead just contemplate the things he talks about. Also, I'm really excited for The Fault in Our Stars. Ohhhhhhhhh. Isn't that such a pretty title? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh......
So yeah. Number five. Last year on a day the skies were dark and the rain made driving down 10th a real pain because of the flooding (10th street floods really easily), I was at Barnes and Noble, looking at books in the teen section. And I picked up a book called Nevermore that seemed to be about Edgar Allan Poe, weird stuff (I think that that's just redundant), and a bit of kissing. I read this book, loved it, and when it came time to pick a topic for my speech (for speech class, which isn't quite as redundant as it sounds), I chose the death of Edgar Allan Poe (and a bit on the Poe Toaster as well). And these two things, this book and this speech, are the reason that number five on this list of fangirl-ery, is Edgar Allan Poe. Yeah. I'll try to save you the monologue (though I just want to point out that Poe was born January 19, 1809, and died in the early morning hours of October 7, 1849, and Chopin was born February 22, 1810, and died in the early morning hours of October 17, 1849). But I do want to bring to your attention one thing of amazingness, which is the Catalyst Theatre's Nevermore: the Imaginary Life and Mysterious Death of Edgar Allan Poe. (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) This is an embellished biography (reading through a few paragraphs of their synopsis on Wikipedia shows that while it would seem that they have a good lot of the details right, some of them aren't) of Edgar Allan Poe in musical form. I don't mean it's a book that plays music while you read it, I mean it's a musical. I really really really want to be in Canada in October, when they will be performing it. Anyone have any idea's how I can be there for that? Anyone?
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Do I really have to come up with an ending? Can't I just fadeeeeeeeeeeee and get quieter and back away slowly...................
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Fine. Goodbye. I'll just leave then. I've said all I had to say, even though I still can't remember what number three was, so I'm just going to go. Okay? Bye. I'll talk to you later. Maybe I'll post soon. Maybe I won't. We'll have to see how my procrastination goes. Bye. Seriously this time.
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Bye.