Saturday, October 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I'm an English nerd
We read this short story today in my AP English class...it's insanely sad but SO incredibly brilliant! Oh my word I love literary analysis...haha!!!
"Birthday Party" by Katherine Brush
They were a couple in their late thirties, and they looked unmistakably married. They sat on the banquette opposite us in a little narrow restaurant, having dinner. The man had a round, self-satisfied face, with glasses on it; the woman was fadingly pretty, in a big hat.
There was nothing conspicuous about them, nothing particularly noticeable, until the end of their meal, when it suddenly became obvious that this was an Occasion—in fact, the husband’s birthday, and the wife had planned a little surprise for him.
It arrived, in the form of a small but glossy birthday cake, with one pink candle burning in the center. The headwaiter brought it in and placed it before the husband, and meanwhile the violin-and-piano orchestra played “Happy Birthday to You,” and the wife beamed with shy pride over her little surprise, and such few people as there were in the restaurant tried to help out with a pattering of applause. It became clear at once that help was needed, because the husband was not pleased. Instead, he was hotly embarrassed, and indignant at his wife for embarrassing him.
You looked at him and you saw this and you thought, “Oh, now, don’t be like that!” But he was like that, and as soon as the little cake had been deposited on the table, and the orchestra had finished the birthday piece, and the general attention had shifted from the man and the woman, I saw him say something to her under his breath—some punishing thing, quick and curt and unkind. I couldn’t bear to look at the woman then, so I stared at my plate and waited for quite a long time. Not long enough, though. She was still crying when I finally glanced over there again. Crying quietly and heartbrokenly and hopelessly, all to herself, under the gay big brim of her best hat.
"Birthday Party" by Katherine Brush
They were a couple in their late thirties, and they looked unmistakably married. They sat on the banquette opposite us in a little narrow restaurant, having dinner. The man had a round, self-satisfied face, with glasses on it; the woman was fadingly pretty, in a big hat.
There was nothing conspicuous about them, nothing particularly noticeable, until the end of their meal, when it suddenly became obvious that this was an Occasion—in fact, the husband’s birthday, and the wife had planned a little surprise for him.
It arrived, in the form of a small but glossy birthday cake, with one pink candle burning in the center. The headwaiter brought it in and placed it before the husband, and meanwhile the violin-and-piano orchestra played “Happy Birthday to You,” and the wife beamed with shy pride over her little surprise, and such few people as there were in the restaurant tried to help out with a pattering of applause. It became clear at once that help was needed, because the husband was not pleased. Instead, he was hotly embarrassed, and indignant at his wife for embarrassing him.
You looked at him and you saw this and you thought, “Oh, now, don’t be like that!” But he was like that, and as soon as the little cake had been deposited on the table, and the orchestra had finished the birthday piece, and the general attention had shifted from the man and the woman, I saw him say something to her under his breath—some punishing thing, quick and curt and unkind. I couldn’t bear to look at the woman then, so I stared at my plate and waited for quite a long time. Not long enough, though. She was still crying when I finally glanced over there again. Crying quietly and heartbrokenly and hopelessly, all to herself, under the gay big brim of her best hat.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Modernized Veggie Tales
Little kids' version: God is bigger than the boogey man. He's bigger than Godzilla or the monsters on TV, oh God is bigger than the boogey man...and He's watching over you and me.
Big kids' version: God is bigger than Satan. He's bigger than our sin and everything in the media that tells us we're not good enough, oh God is bigger than Satan...and He's watching over you and me.
God's awesome. :)
Big kids' version: God is bigger than Satan. He's bigger than our sin and everything in the media that tells us we're not good enough, oh God is bigger than Satan...and He's watching over you and me.
God's awesome. :)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Last Friday Night...
"Repel them! Repel them! Force them to relinquish the ellipsoid!!"
Oh yeah. The marching band came up with a cheer better than any of the ones the cheerleaders have.
End of story.
Oh yeah. The marching band came up with a cheer better than any of the ones the cheerleaders have.
End of story.
Monday, September 12, 2011
My Current Music Obsession
"I Got Rhythm" by Nikki Yanofsky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIPNkKEU-u8
I also love some of the other songs she does, but that one's my favorite right now. :)
Oh! And check out this one if you have time. MIND BLOWN. Wish I was that talented!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoISO2y7kCE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIPNkKEU-u8
I also love some of the other songs she does, but that one's my favorite right now. :)
Oh! And check out this one if you have time. MIND BLOWN. Wish I was that talented!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoISO2y7kCE
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Funny Moments
I accidentally said "Amen" at the end of the pledge of allegiance today.
Last night at band practice, Pat noticed my purity ring. The conversation went like this...
Pat: What is that? Did David get it for you?
Me: (responding to the first question) It's a purity ring.
Pat: Oh so David DIDN'T get it for you.
Me: (on the phone with David discussing guys in my tenth period study hall) I didn't know guys could be SO idiotic. I'm actually rather impressed.
After dinner tonight, it was just me and mom and Sanya sitting talking about school. We got on the topic of how middle school relationships are awkward.
Me: And those goodbye kisses...they're pointless! It's like THE most awkward thing...PLUS, it's so short! It's like a little peck! If you're gonna kiss someone, KISS THEM. I mean really go for it! Like with David..." I stopped there...realizing my mom was sitting right next to me.
Mom: Well you (referring to Sanya) don't need to worry about kissing at all yet. And YOU (referring to me)...keep having fun and going for it." HAHA!
And psssst!!!! Not a funny moment but I have to share it anyway...I BOUGHT MY FIRST PAIR OF HIGH HEELS TODAY. :D
Last night at band practice, Pat noticed my purity ring. The conversation went like this...
Pat: What is that? Did David get it for you?
Me: (responding to the first question) It's a purity ring.
Pat: Oh so David DIDN'T get it for you.
Me: (on the phone with David discussing guys in my tenth period study hall) I didn't know guys could be SO idiotic. I'm actually rather impressed.
After dinner tonight, it was just me and mom and Sanya sitting talking about school. We got on the topic of how middle school relationships are awkward.
Me: And those goodbye kisses...they're pointless! It's like THE most awkward thing...PLUS, it's so short! It's like a little peck! If you're gonna kiss someone, KISS THEM. I mean really go for it! Like with David..." I stopped there...realizing my mom was sitting right next to me.
Mom: Well you (referring to Sanya) don't need to worry about kissing at all yet. And YOU (referring to me)...keep having fun and going for it." HAHA!
And psssst!!!! Not a funny moment but I have to share it anyway...I BOUGHT MY FIRST PAIR OF HIGH HEELS TODAY. :D
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