Overdue Book Reviews

Warning: may contain some spoilers.

At the time that I originally wrote this, it was October 2010. I shall now pick up this very overdue post and finish it.

Miley Cyrus’ “Break out” Song

Disney princesses who weren’t animated seem to have a tendency to “break out” of their castles and rebel against the ideals they’ve essentially been created to uphold and convey to society. For example, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera (Mickey Mouse Club, for the win). Naturally, Miley Cyrus followed this pattern and released a few pictures and songs/music videos that proved to the world that she was no longer a little girl.

It’s funny how some people work.

Just the other day, I discovered who Morpheus was in Greek Mythology; the God of Dreams.

Now, considering that in The Matrix, Lawrence Fishborne’s character Morpheus is the man helping people the wake up from their dream world within the Matrix, I find it ironic that he would be named after the God of Dreams. As well as being able to appear in dreams, the god Morpheus was capable of sending you to sleep for as long as he liked, whether it was five minutes, five decades, or perhaps until the end of time. Meanwhile, Morpheus in The Matrix works to help people escape from such imprisoning dreams.

Really makes you think, doesn’t it? Those Wachowski brothers really are quite amazing when it comes to crafting deep story lines.

Another interesting topic to consider: the Biblical references within The Matrix trilogy.

School year nostalgia.

After the year I’d had before, I didn’t really know what to expect with this year. I ended up having the best year of education I’ve ever experienced.

In some areas, it was difficult, but for the most part it wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be. My courses weren’t too difficult for me to work on all of them to the best of my ability. All of my teachers like(d) me. Sure I had friend problems, relationship problems, and family problems. However, it turns out that they’re not that scary if you handle them all right away, instead of doing what I did last year and sweeping them under the rug.

Thanks to everyone that helped get me through this year. (: It’s been something amazing.

D

Hello all.

I’ve abandoned my other blogs. And I was going to abandon this one too, but I’ve changed my mind.

No more posts in another language. No more emotional rants. Just a writer at a computer telling the world what it wants to hear.

Sounds like a plan. See you ’round.

Why, hello everybody.

How have you all been? I hope you’ve been well. It’s my second-last day of school today, and then I have exams starting on Tuesday.

What’s new:
- Finished my animation; not nearly as good as I’d anticipated/hoped it would be. But hey, at least it’s done.
- I have study guides due for my next class that I have started (sort of) but am nowhere near finishing.
- I am being forced against my will to create a memory aid for a class that I don’t believe I even need one for.
- My teacher just accused me of basing my animation off of Scott Pilgrim (i.e. it’s unoriginal). I wonder if she’s realized that I’ve never seen that movie before.
- There’s a slowly developing rift in the family as certain people get involved where they should not. Hopefully everything will be alright…

I must apologize for not updating sooner. I have a multitude of things I’d like to blog about, but sadly, most of my time’s been consumed by – don’t hate – Tumblr roleplaying.
Yes, you read that correctly. I am roleplaying on Tumblr as none other than Disney’s rendition of Hades, Lord of the Dead.

I’m cool.

D

Alone again.

E dyp’v jamqu cov gaam ti mipamu. Awasuipa’t hipa, igg ip y qujutedt vsequ cadyota vjau’sa epvammehapv ypf vjau dyp vyla vja diosta. E fip’v lpix xjyv vi fi; E’wa caap ti diffmaf ypf troetjaf ypf iwasmu-qusivadvaf cu nu gseapft vjyv pix, E fip’v lpix xjyv vi fi xevjiov vjan. Nu nin ymxyut vimf na E xyt ti tadosa ep nutamg ypf xevj caeph magv ymipa. Xjyv jyququapaf?

Pi, pivjeph awas djyphaf. E’wa ymxyut paafaf quaiquma. E’n paafu ypf faquapfapv ypf ev saymmu civjast na. Nyuca ev xiomfp’v civjas na ti nodj eg E jyfp’v caap syetaf vi cameawa vjyv E xyt tinavjeph amta, tinavjeph cavvas. Xjyv dyp E tyu, nu quysapvt jyf jehj azquadvyveipt. E kotv xetj E diomf jywa yququaytaf vjan.

E xypvaf vi laaqu nu… ovaptemt, ti vjyv eg E tviququaf, ev xiomf ca cadyota E xypvaf vi, piv cadyota E xytp’v ycma vi. Cov pix, nu gseapf tvima nu lev, vjepleph tja xyt caeph jamqugom. Ymm tja fef xyt djypha vja tevoyveip cydl epvi ipa ig, “E xip’v dov cadyota E dyp’v, piv cadyota E tjiomfp’v”. Ypf E dyp’v ca magv ymipa, ymm nu gseapft lpix vjet cu pix. Ev’t ilyu gis na vi ca magv ymipa, ev’t piv yt eg E’mm josv nutamg. Cov godl, gis vja miwa ig hif, E fip’v xypv vi ca ymipa. Uio xypv vi lpix xjyv E’n ygsyef ig? Uat, E’n ygsyef ig vja oplpixp. Uat, E’n ygsyef ig vja hytqueph tiopft quaiquma nyla xjap vjau’sa tdysaf vjau’sa yciov vi fea. Uat, E’n ygsyef ig jyweph tinaipa’t mega ep nu jypft. Cov yciwa ymm amta, E yn ygsyef ig caeph magv ymipa, cadyota E fip’v lpix xjyv nehjv jyququap, xjyv E nehjv fi vi nutamg eg E’n ymipa.

E sahsav ytleph uio vi vamm na vi tviqu tinavenat. E lpix E paaf vi tviqu, vjyv ev’t havveph vi ca vii nodj, cov godl, pix E lpix E dyp’v hi cydl, piv xevjiov jyveph xji E yn ypf xjyv e’wa fipa. E xypv vi hi cydl ypf fi ev yhyep ti cyfmu, cov pix E dyp’v. Ypf ev’t nu gyomv, ymm nu gyomv. Nay domquy.

E paaf vi gepf tinavjeph vi fi vifyu. E dyp’v samyquta yhyep.

I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position, but you need to understand that I was worried about you. I watched you fall to floor in front of me and felt as your heart beat far too fast in panic. I watched as you slipped in and out of consciousness and I felt the fear in your voice whenever you called my name.

An EKG is not that bad. Those adhesive marks will go away, and after a while all that will remain is a memory. But my scars, the ones from the needles they used to take blood, the needles they used to save my life, they will never go away. Things can always be worse, and you’re lucky that all you walked out of the hospital with were marks left by sticky adhesives.

I know you didn’t want to go, and I’m sorry, but I had to do it. I We were just so worried about you.

If it really bothered you that much, then don’t collapse in front of me again, because you know I’m not the type of person to leave you there alone.

D

I hate my life.

I was working on my animation project about ten minutes ago, and I’d just completed it. I had 402 frames, and over 100 layers. It was almost done, so I saved it. But I cancelled saving it, because I realized I should preview it first to make sure everything was okay. I shouldn’t have clicked cancel; by doing this, I somehow managed to delete an entire group of layers which contained about 75% of my project. I closed the project in the hopes that it would revert to the last save, when everything had been finished already and the group was still existent. However, all this succeeded in accomplishing was deleting the project file entirely. There’s no back-up. There’s no ghost file. There’s just… nothing.

I’ve been working on that project for half a month, maybe more. And it only took me five minutes to muck it up and kill it completely. And now I’m just utterly screwed.

If there has ever been a more appropriate time to headdesk and say “FML”, I don’t know what it is. I’m so furious with myself.

D

P.S. I just found out that project was my culminating assessment after all.
Eff. My. Life. >.<

I don’t know what to say.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold it back or hide from the light.

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Uat, E saymeba E’wa caap y mevvma fetvypv myvamu. Xjyv dyp E tyu? Tamg-jysn ip viqu ig awasuvjeph E’n vsueph vi faym xevj sehjv pix vylat y miv iov ig na. Cov qumayta, qumayta fip’v vamm na awasuvjeph’t gepa eg ev icweiotmu etp’v. Xa otaf vi vyml ymm vja vena… xjyv jyququapaf vi ot? Xjyv djyphaf gis ot? Xju xip’v uio awap miil yv na ypunisa? Uio vamm na vjyv uio’wa gishewap na, vjyv uio tvemm dysa, vjyv xa’sa gseapft, cov uios ydveipt vamm na ivjasxeta. Ypuipa dyp taa vjyv uio’sa ywiefeph na, ypf ij nu hif, ev’t lemmeph na. Xjyv dyp E tyu? E nett uio. E miv.

E’mm pawas gishav vja vena xjap uio fetyququaysaf gis y mevvma cev. E tyx uio, cov uio fefp’v vyml vi na, uio fefp’v ydlpixmafha vjyv E xyt vjasa. Ypf vjap ygvas y xaal is ti, nyuca y nipvj, E fip’v sanancas, uio dyna cydl vi na ypf azqumyepaf. Uio tyef vjyv uio’f quosquitagommu fetvypdaf uiostamg gsin awasucifu. Xjyv lemmaf na xyt vjyv uio tyef vjyv uio apkiuaf caeph ti gys yxyu gsin vja xismf. E’mm pawas gishav jix nodj ev josv vi jays uio tyu vjyv. Ymm E diomf vjepl yv vjyv ninapv xyt vjyv sahysfmatt ig jix nodj ev josv na vi jays uio tyu vjyv, nu qusicmant notv jywa caap vii nodj gis uio vi jypfma. Ti E vseaf vi jefa vjan gsin uio. Ypf uio yddotaf na ig piv vsotveph uio, ig caeph y tjevytved gseapf. E fip’v lpix xjyv vi fi.

E lpix E’n y cyf gseapf. E lpix E’n tamgetj ypf assyved ypf yxlxysf ypf kotv qumyep efeived yv venat. Nitv ig vja vena. Cov qumayta fip’v mea vi na ypf vamm na vjyv uio miwa na gis xji E yn eg xji E yn, xjyv E yn et yggadveph uio vjet nodj…

Ypf E lpix, ev’t vassecma vjyv E’wa quitvaf vjet jasa eptvayf ig dineph vi vyml vi uio. E lpix, E’n y dixysf. Cov E’wa vseaf vymleph vi uio, ypf ev’t mela vjasa’t y xymm cavxaap vja vxi ig ot. Ev’t yt eg xa’wa tyef vjyv xa’wa quov xjyv jyququapaf cajepf ot, cov gis vja vxi ig ot vjita xiopft ysa tvemm gsatj ypf xa lpix ev. E lpix ev. E dyp taa ev ep uios auat vjyv E’wa josv uio, ypf E’n tissu. Ij hif, E’n tissu. Eg E diomf vamm uio vjyv E’n tissu y vjiotypf venat ypf jywa ev opfi awasu vjeph vjyv josv uio, cameawa na, E xiomf. Cov E vjepl xa civj lpix E dyp’v.

E fip’v xypv vi mita uio. E saymmu fip’v. Cov E dyp’v jamqu cov gaam mela E yn.

D

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I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it,
I’d hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me, it isn’t over.