Guys.
It's almost here.
The next year of education is nearly upon us. We will face essay writing, large projects, and the struggle that is balancing school with Netflix. Well, at least I'll face that last one, but that's mostly because I never finished Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I need to know what happens to Willow's love life.
Anyhoo. We're moving on up through the high school ranks. I'm excited! I like being at school and spending time learning, pretending to learn, and acting like I know things as the year goes on. Who else is excited? Anyone terrified? Anxiously awaiting class schedules like I am here in my grandparents' house in Virginia? Is anyone taking advantage of those ridiculously annoying Office Max and Office Depot commercials for cheap supplies?
My cat-like signature is being booted for now. My phone keyboard makes it unnecessarily complicated. So:
^^Sarah Goehring
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
V.I.M (Very Important Message)
My Fellow Posse Members,
It has come to my attention, that we still have not had our special get-together. If you are confused by what exactly we must do, well, it's quite simple really. We must quickly be united and have our... BARBIE MARATHON! Please give me your feedback so that we can schedule this uber important meeting. It MUST be soon, as the month of July has already approached us. Thank you for time, and please let me know what works for you.
Sincerely,
Ms. Gray
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Friday, June 20, 2014
Some Stuff from Sarah
I'm not sure who, if any, of you actually know this, but my dad has terminal cancer (Stage IV Metastatic Prostate). By terminal, I mean, "there is no date or estimated time left but there definitely is no cure or chance of remission." It spread too far before...before diagnosis, even, and to a few inoperable places that there isn't a way to stop it, shrink it, etc. His chemotherapy keeps his cancer from growing but it cannot and will not decrease it.
The reason I mention this is because of the way my extended family takes it. Some of my cousins on my dad's side are in town and we had a grand ole family dinner today. As soon as family saw my mom and I sitting there, they pretty much followed the pattern of, "Hi, guys! Good to see you? How's Scott doing?" As far as the cousins in our family goes, my dad needs more worry than the rest. This has some merit, as having cancer sucks (TFIOS much?), so I didn't think much of them skipping over the two of us.
Then something weird happened later in the night. My cousin got married since we last saw her and was introducing me to her husband. She said, "This is my cousin Sarah. Her dad is my mom's baby brother." Then, really quietly, she added, "He's the one with cancer."
Me: *crickets and thought-filled silence*
It's amusing, saddening, and perplexing to me (all at once--that's a mess, isn't it?) why she did that. It was like she didn't want me to know she was talking about "the c-word" in front of me. A lot of people do that, I notice. But why? That, my homefries, is my question. Pretending for my sake that they aren't talking about it does not change the fact that the topic is addressed. Pretending like I can't hear them when they are less than a foot away from me doesn't change it either. Seriously, my dad is living with terminal cancer. I'm pretty aware of this. There's no need to try and skirt around it.
The avoidance of this topic is puzzling to me, fellow members of the posse. It's a very, very strange thing. But again: why does this happen?
My thoughts truly are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. Too many thoughts, not enough words to express them.
~'.:.'~ Sarah
The reason I mention this is because of the way my extended family takes it. Some of my cousins on my dad's side are in town and we had a grand ole family dinner today. As soon as family saw my mom and I sitting there, they pretty much followed the pattern of, "Hi, guys! Good to see you? How's Scott doing?" As far as the cousins in our family goes, my dad needs more worry than the rest. This has some merit, as having cancer sucks (TFIOS much?), so I didn't think much of them skipping over the two of us.
Then something weird happened later in the night. My cousin got married since we last saw her and was introducing me to her husband. She said, "This is my cousin Sarah. Her dad is my mom's baby brother." Then, really quietly, she added, "He's the one with cancer."
Me: *crickets and thought-filled silence*
It's amusing, saddening, and perplexing to me (all at once--that's a mess, isn't it?) why she did that. It was like she didn't want me to know she was talking about "the c-word" in front of me. A lot of people do that, I notice. But why? That, my homefries, is my question. Pretending for my sake that they aren't talking about it does not change the fact that the topic is addressed. Pretending like I can't hear them when they are less than a foot away from me doesn't change it either. Seriously, my dad is living with terminal cancer. I'm pretty aware of this. There's no need to try and skirt around it.
The avoidance of this topic is puzzling to me, fellow members of the posse. It's a very, very strange thing. But again: why does this happen?
My thoughts truly are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. Too many thoughts, not enough words to express them.
~'.:.'~ Sarah
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Philosophical Things Exploding From The Purple Ninja's Mind
Greetings, my fellow homefries!
This post is going to circle around a philosophical breakthrough I've had today while contemplating the meaning of a fruit fly's life compared to the meaning of my life.
I've decided that humans are obsessed with categorizing. No matter what it is, we always group it. Cliques, Taxonomy, Dewey Decimal, etc. There are infinite groups, too, because of how many humans there are, and how many different things that need to be grouped. We have created a set number of "bins" around our life to deposit everything. This includes thoughts, ideas, stereotypes, feelings, etc. The picture I see when I try to visualize this is similar to Sherlock's Mind Palace-- millions of bins, stacked in a storage room, all carefully labelled and organized.
I feel like this could be both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because we can find whatever we need, and we can avoid certain bins (like fears, worst moments in life, heartbreak, etc.). But the bad side is we are, again, obsessed with doing this. We can't stop. This can be harmful to others because, depending on the person, we group them pretty much by first impression (JUDGING IS NOT OKAY!), and then end up changing their category once we gather more information.
The worst side to this phenomenon is the way we group people, definitely. By creating cliques, we are creating boundaries that work to keep a distinction between us and them. Examples of this include Mean Girls (the Populars) vs. The Nerds. Also, Jocks vs. Theatre Kids. This is a problem because it makes it seem like it's pretty much impossible to hang out with the people from a different group without consequences--judgement from others, distancing from previous friendships, etc.
Another face to this is the set kinds of bins we have created. This includes music genres, literary genres, and courses. Music is a big one because everyone tends to stay within one genre, because of the assumption that if they like one song in that genre, that will be the only genre they will like music from. This is not necessarily true, same with literary genres. There needs to be a way in which people have complete creative freedom, and can create things that don't necessarily fit into a previously made category.
Our society, the way it is now, is kind of stifling towards art. We have divided past art into eras, which helps the people studying art history, and is not inherently bad, but what it does tend to cause is the idea that "Everything has been created already, what could I possibly create that would be completely unique from someone else's creation?"
I guess there isn't really a solution to this problem, or at least not one that I can come up with in a single blog post, but I am surrounded by a group of friends that are complete and utter geniuses. Maybe we can continue this discussion as a group?
Talk to you guys later, and we need to hang out!!!
<(") The Purple Ninja
This post is going to circle around a philosophical breakthrough I've had today while contemplating the meaning of a fruit fly's life compared to the meaning of my life.
I've decided that humans are obsessed with categorizing. No matter what it is, we always group it. Cliques, Taxonomy, Dewey Decimal, etc. There are infinite groups, too, because of how many humans there are, and how many different things that need to be grouped. We have created a set number of "bins" around our life to deposit everything. This includes thoughts, ideas, stereotypes, feelings, etc. The picture I see when I try to visualize this is similar to Sherlock's Mind Palace-- millions of bins, stacked in a storage room, all carefully labelled and organized.
I feel like this could be both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because we can find whatever we need, and we can avoid certain bins (like fears, worst moments in life, heartbreak, etc.). But the bad side is we are, again, obsessed with doing this. We can't stop. This can be harmful to others because, depending on the person, we group them pretty much by first impression (JUDGING IS NOT OKAY!), and then end up changing their category once we gather more information.
The worst side to this phenomenon is the way we group people, definitely. By creating cliques, we are creating boundaries that work to keep a distinction between us and them. Examples of this include Mean Girls (the Populars) vs. The Nerds. Also, Jocks vs. Theatre Kids. This is a problem because it makes it seem like it's pretty much impossible to hang out with the people from a different group without consequences--judgement from others, distancing from previous friendships, etc.
Another face to this is the set kinds of bins we have created. This includes music genres, literary genres, and courses. Music is a big one because everyone tends to stay within one genre, because of the assumption that if they like one song in that genre, that will be the only genre they will like music from. This is not necessarily true, same with literary genres. There needs to be a way in which people have complete creative freedom, and can create things that don't necessarily fit into a previously made category.
Our society, the way it is now, is kind of stifling towards art. We have divided past art into eras, which helps the people studying art history, and is not inherently bad, but what it does tend to cause is the idea that "Everything has been created already, what could I possibly create that would be completely unique from someone else's creation?"
I guess there isn't really a solution to this problem, or at least not one that I can come up with in a single blog post, but I am surrounded by a group of friends that are complete and utter geniuses. Maybe we can continue this discussion as a group?
Talk to you guys later, and we need to hang out!!!
<(") The Purple Ninja
Monday, June 16, 2014
Novel Writing
It's the one thing that I can really hold to myself. I spend 1/4 of the year attempting to write novels (April, July, and November) for this and this site. July is fast approaching and...
Guys.
I am developing writer's block. *frustrated half-scream noise*
Instead of confronting it, I'm here with the posse, which is even better than pretending to be okay with my half-finished blob of a sequel to a dismal novel. Who doesn't love a good summer procrastination?! I know I do!
~'.:.'~ Sarah
Guys.
I am developing writer's block. *frustrated half-scream noise*
Instead of confronting it, I'm here with the posse, which is even better than pretending to be okay with my half-finished blob of a sequel to a dismal novel. Who doesn't love a good summer procrastination?! I know I do!
~'.:.'~ Sarah
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Cliffhangers!! Why?!
Hello my amazing friends. I need to tell you all about a topic that we can all sympathize about... Cliffhangers. I am rereading the wonderful series that is the Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Heros of Olympus. Every single book ends with a cliffhanger! Allow me to prove my point:
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
1. Percy attacked and Luke is evil.😨
2. Thalia is back!!!!😰
3. The Titans are back.😥
4. Kronos is Luke or Luke is Kronos or whatever happened! 😱
5. A semi happy ending but The Prophecy of Seven is revealed.😮
The Heros of Olympus
1. PERSEUS JACKSON!!!!😂
2. The Argo 2 is coming!😊
3. Tartarus ðŸ˜
4. They are sailing off to war to save the world against Gaea! 😧
Can we all please agree tgat Rick Riordan needs to finish Blood of Olympus faster do we don't have to wait until October!
Okay, my rant about cliffhangers is over... for the time being.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
I WIN!!!
YES!!! I figured out how to change the blog background/template! I AM UNSTOPPABLE!!!! Prepare for penguins galore, my friends. I predict sunny weather with a 100% chance of penguin love.
<(") The Purple Ninja
<(") The Purple Ninja
The True Story Behind Headaches
Well, for my first post on this wonderful piece of proxies and cookies, I've decided to base it on the most unholy of pains: headaches. They are the bane of my existence, and I am just so done with them. Here's how they work (for me, at least... I have no idea the effect they have on any of you homefries).
It all starts with a tiny prickle, similar to a fairy's beloved kiss. So, naturally, I don't worry about it because who really needs to worry when you've got a fairy kissing you. Fast forward about half an hour, and everything hits the fan. No longer are the harmless, pretty fairies kissing you. No, they have transformed into fearsome warriors, and they are hacking at your brain with chainsaws and battle axes. They also invite their close friends, the T-rexes, to the party of destruction, causing major pulses of psychotic pain to shoot through your skull.
That is how it lasts, and it's at this point that I tend to grab Advil (or any other similar pain medication in the cabinet), and take the pills like a man with whatever drink seems awesome at the time (i.e. it was water an hour ago).
This destruction derby goes on until Officer Ad Vill arrives, between an hour and three hours later. When it's an hour, it's because he was out getting coffee with his friends Coff and May Doll. But when it's three hours, it means he was succumbing to his natural instincts, and eating doughnuts with all his cop buddies.
Finally, after all my pain and suffering, the headache leaves. Key word: ache of the head. For some reason only the stars and heavens know, pain travels from one place to another, forever demanding to be felt. So the minute my head stops pounding, my eyes volunteer for duty, and go to war with eager smiles on their face. But it is nothing like the posters depicted.
This war is full of pain and agony, and causes the twin eyes to feel the entire outline of their form within Kaylee's eye sockets. Victoriously, they return, but not unscathed. The pain is forever a reminder, but always leaves, and either becomes too small to be felt, or I am finally just too used to the ache to even care.
And so, woe is me with my brain shattering and eye scarring "migraines" (quotations because I don't actually know what a migraine is, I just assume it to be the worst pain I have ever felt within my fragile cranium). And, incidentally, these Brain Wars happen quite regularly, so YAY for me! *party popper explodes*
Hope my homefries are having the loveliest summer, and are not too depressed by my ultra descriptive post! Love ya'll!
<(") The Purple Ninja
It all starts with a tiny prickle, similar to a fairy's beloved kiss. So, naturally, I don't worry about it because who really needs to worry when you've got a fairy kissing you. Fast forward about half an hour, and everything hits the fan. No longer are the harmless, pretty fairies kissing you. No, they have transformed into fearsome warriors, and they are hacking at your brain with chainsaws and battle axes. They also invite their close friends, the T-rexes, to the party of destruction, causing major pulses of psychotic pain to shoot through your skull.
That is how it lasts, and it's at this point that I tend to grab Advil (or any other similar pain medication in the cabinet), and take the pills like a man with whatever drink seems awesome at the time (i.e. it was water an hour ago).
This destruction derby goes on until Officer Ad Vill arrives, between an hour and three hours later. When it's an hour, it's because he was out getting coffee with his friends Coff and May Doll. But when it's three hours, it means he was succumbing to his natural instincts, and eating doughnuts with all his cop buddies.
Finally, after all my pain and suffering, the headache leaves. Key word: ache of the head. For some reason only the stars and heavens know, pain travels from one place to another, forever demanding to be felt. So the minute my head stops pounding, my eyes volunteer for duty, and go to war with eager smiles on their face. But it is nothing like the posters depicted.
This war is full of pain and agony, and causes the twin eyes to feel the entire outline of their form within Kaylee's eye sockets. Victoriously, they return, but not unscathed. The pain is forever a reminder, but always leaves, and either becomes too small to be felt, or I am finally just too used to the ache to even care.
And so, woe is me with my brain shattering and eye scarring "migraines" (quotations because I don't actually know what a migraine is, I just assume it to be the worst pain I have ever felt within my fragile cranium). And, incidentally, these Brain Wars happen quite regularly, so YAY for me! *party popper explodes*
Hope my homefries are having the loveliest summer, and are not too depressed by my ultra descriptive post! Love ya'll!
<(") The Purple Ninja
I WANNA TRY
Hi girls! This is so cool! I'm excited to be apart of this blog! I'm leaving for Montana tomorrow... 10 hour drive! I'm so excited though! I should still be able to see what you post though because I have data on my phone! Have a wonderful Sunday! I already miss you all!
Friday, June 13, 2014
Day One- Tiffy Fiffy
Hola mis amigas! Day one of our most awesome blog!
Kaylee wants me to post about Velociraptors so I did. The Velocoraptor lived about 75 to 71 ago which was during the later part of the Cretaceous period. Two species are currently known; the V. mongoliensis and the V. osmolskae which was named in 2008. Both of these fossils were found in Mongolia. The scientific classification of the Velociraptor is:
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Family: Dromaeosauridae
Sub-Family: Velociraptoriniae
Genus: velociraptor
The Velociraptor was a mid-sized dromaesaurid. They had large hands with 3 long, curved claws which proved to scientists that the Velociraptor was a predator to many smaller dinoosaurs. Paleontologists discovered, in 2007, that the dinosaur had feathers due to a well preserved fossil of the Velociraptor.
Here's a clip with velociraptors that I found:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnRxQ3dcaQk
So there you go, now you know more about Velociraptors.
Summer has been pretty unexciting so far. Apart from me discovering Les Misarables! Thank you Jessie! It doesn't really seem like summer, to me it just seems like a school break. I miss you guys!
-Tiffy Fiffy
Kaylee wants me to post about Velociraptors so I did. The Velocoraptor lived about 75 to 71 ago which was during the later part of the Cretaceous period. Two species are currently known; the V. mongoliensis and the V. osmolskae which was named in 2008. Both of these fossils were found in Mongolia. The scientific classification of the Velociraptor is:
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Family: Dromaeosauridae
Sub-Family: Velociraptoriniae
Genus: velociraptor
The Velociraptor was a mid-sized dromaesaurid. They had large hands with 3 long, curved claws which proved to scientists that the Velociraptor was a predator to many smaller dinoosaurs. Paleontologists discovered, in 2007, that the dinosaur had feathers due to a well preserved fossil of the Velociraptor.
Here's a clip with velociraptors that I found:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnRxQ3dcaQk
So there you go, now you know more about Velociraptors.
Summer has been pretty unexciting so far. Apart from me discovering Les Misarables! Thank you Jessie! It doesn't really seem like summer, to me it just seems like a school break. I miss you guys!
-Tiffy Fiffy
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