Sorry, We've Moved

I have changed my blog address to: www.thehotgirlinthecomicshop.blogspot.com. Never mind why, I just did. Go there. Now.

Driving and Writing and ... stuff

Okay, so, Kenneth and Randolph, who both got their liscenses as soon as they turned sixteen, will probably mock me, but I'm excited, regardless: I went driving today! Yes, my first time behind the wheel of a car. But it was SOOO much fun! I don't even have my permit, but I did pretty good (shhh! That's illegal!) My dad and I drove around a couple parking lots. It was amazing! Yay!

There's a writing contest that I'm entering! It's 5,000 words, in the Fantasy genre, and I have to be finished by March 1 (I told my dad that it was 5,000 pages, and I had to be finished by March 1). I've worked with several ideas, but I'm not yet sure which I'll use. Would any of you be willing to read/edit it for me before I send it in?

I'm watching Tarzan! I love that movie!

"And, Daddy, they stole my boot!"

Question: Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Psych's back on! We had pineapple! I'm afraid Psych may be declining.... However, I have found a new second-favorite show (after, of course, Doctor Who). Leverage! It's AWESOME!!!

This weekend -- Wednesday-Saturday, I am going to the Life, the Universe, and Everything writing conference. Brandon Sanderson -- the author of the Alcatraz books, among other things -- is going to speak. I'm excited! I'm going with Emily Younker, we're leaving late Wednesday.

It's kind of hard to write a blog post whilst watching a movie, so I think I'm going to go now.... I shall talk at'cha' all latrez.

Captain Whitney

Listen to you two! Here we are, at the end of the universe, and you're busy ... blogging!

New Term, Another Beginning

Term started today -- which meant I had to go to classes at scheduled times today, which meant I had to wake up before 9 ►_◄ Not cool.

I am, however, really excited for this new term. It's a fresh start, and a chance to do things right this time. Last term I kind of ... well ... failed -- and I'm definetly not proud of that and wish I hadn't done it, though I did learn some things that I am glad I learned, even at the cost of my grades. Sometimes there are more important things than math.

But THIS term, I've got all my life-lessons out of the way, and can really crack down on stuff, get to work. I've worked out a schedule that I think will agree with me -- and now I'm taking Psychology, score! Of course, it was at the loss of my Latin class, which stinks, but I'm still excited to take it.

As for my social life ... well, that's non-existent, so never mind.

Oh, but I DID start a club! It's the Society Of Literacy And Bananas! Association (SOLAB!A). We're a writing group (thus the "Literacy") full of crazy teenage girls (thus the "Bananas!"). This past Friday was our first meeting, and the girls brought some really amazing pieces. We wrote from the prompt Death was last seen in the auction house, looking worried. Some of the things they came out with were astonishing. One of the girls wrote a piece that might be the most beautiful thing I have EVER heard -- classics included.

I am really excited to be drawing closer to writers in my community. I joined the Logan League of Utah Writers -- which is a group of adults who share their writing, which is fun (if a little nerve-racking ... I mean, I don't usually allow anyone outside of my age-range to read my stuff).

Um de um de um... I guess I should get back to Math class (grr). I'll talk at 'cha all latrez!!!

♥Captain Whitney

Never put off until tomorrow that which you can do the day after tomorrow.

A Poem

Sorry this isn't a real post -- I haven't been in a real blogging mood lately. I'll post later about the first Society Of Literacy And Bananas! Association meeting.

I wrote this poem a while ago, while I was going through one of my random bouts of depression. It doesn't really make sense, but does any poetry?

The Apprentice

This is just another test
I guess?
Another of those things you say
will make things better in the end.
Is that all I am—
a test?
Or worse—
Just one to take it?
Filling in answers,
Learning day by day,
So what?
So you can take the credit?
I’m not going to train
If it’s a waste of my time.
I’m not going to learn
If this is the test
For which I’m
Studying.
I’m not just a test-taker
I’m a life-changer,
And I want a chance
To do something more
Than take tests.

♥/Captain Whitney

“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”

P.S. No, the picture doesn't have to do with anything, I just thought it was awesome. And, no, I did not forget the pineapple.