Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Huh.

How am I so strongly affected by this webcomic I read?

Just yesterday, probably around 4:00 A.M., I finished it. The last few seconds of the video on the page ended, and I flipped to the very last page, which read "THE END". I remember feeling overwhelmed as I moved closer and closer to this particular page. Finally I was there, and I read the two words over and over before I burst into tears.

Now normally, after spending several months reading an 8,000 page comic, you'd think that it would be logical to get at least a little misty-eyed on the very last page. However, I am actually rather confused about the way I reacted. There are two reasons why:


  1. To be honest, I didn't understand or remember much from the beginning of the story when I got close to the end. This was probably due to the length of the story, the concepts, and the fact that I took a few very large breaks in-between. This left me asking several questions about many of the references to the older pages and to the special terms used.
  2. I remember spoiling a good portion of the comic for myself. I had heard about it on YouTube, where I spend a good portion of my day. As soon as I saw the first video (which contained far too many spoilers as it is), I immediately searched for more. By the time I had finally decided to read it, more than a quarter was probably already spoiled for me. I knew every single character I would encounter while reading, and all of their personalities, too. This doesn't seem like a very bad thing, but when you think about it, it kinda ruins the fun. Surprises are no longer surprises, and most things are far less exciting.
Even though I don't feel that I should be feeling this emotional when I think about the comic, I still enjoyed the story. I actually loved it. I am rereading it now to help myself to better understand and remember the things I didn't before. I also cannot stop listening to a particular song, which reminds me greatly of the webcomic. Every time I hear it, I immediately start thinking of all of the events that I can remember from the story. I usually end up crying a little bit at the end, too. I continue to wonder why I do that, but I'm really not complaining. The entire story was so fun and I do believe that it changed me (even considering the reasons that it shouldn't have). 

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Creative Writing Idea #1

(Just a pretty spooky story. I don't know what to think of it since I didn't do any research and only used the information I had already known. I obviously wouldn't do that if I wanted to actually write and publish this entire story, but..)

I never thought that a really good day could just go completely downhill in a matter of minutes.
It was a sunny Wednesday morning, and I was in 2nd period, working on a project with my group. We had worked really hard on it and it was almost complete. I was feeling really proud of it and was expecting at least an A.
Not only was I feeling great about my grade in the toughest class I'd ever been in, but I also had made a brand new friend the other day and had made plans to spend the night over at their house for the first time next week.
Everything was going well so far and I was hoping that everything else would go just as good for the rest of the day.
I was a bit shaky, though. Tornado sirens that I had heard that morning had frightened me quite a bit. I'd never had to deal with a twister before, but since I lived in Kansas now, it was very likely that I could possibly deal with one any day now.
I continued to think about the sirens as i outlined the pencil-written words on the project with a marker. What if something actually goes wrong? The more I tried to dismiss the idea, the more it seemed to bother me.
I decided to take a small break from my work to try and clear my mind. I looked over at the teacher, who was pacing around a section of the room. I took a few deep breaths as my mind instantly tried to come up with excuses for her rapid movement.
She's got lots of work to grade.
She's missing one of her belongings.
She's angry at a student.
Sadly, none of these guesses were true.
A moment later, the school's tornado siren went off.

We all huddled in the same tornado safety position against the lockers.
I could hear terrified whimpers and cries around me.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to keep calm.
Who is able to keep calm when a tornado is heading their way?
Not me.
I desperately tried to remember the rules that the teachers told us to follow if this ever were to happen.
WOOSH. 
Something flew past me. It was horribly close.
I shut my eyes tightly, mind flooding with a million different thoughts.
I thought about my family, my home, my pets, all of the things that I cared for. I even thought about the small things, like my shoes and the clothes that I wore.
I thought about how scared everyone else must be, how they must be thinking about all of their cherished items, too.
I thought about making it out of this alive.
Just then, I finally remembered a rule: never move out of the safety position.
I froze in horror when I heard four words shakily screamed above the roaring winds:
"Hey, Riley is bleeding!"
I dared to move a single hand up to my neck. I brought it down quickly.
A red liquid had coated my fingers.
I remember feeling nauseous before everything went black.

Monday, August 15, 2016

What?

For some reason, I accidentally mistook my cat for a napkin yesterday.
I was really tired and wanted to sleep, so I began to walk to my bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and turned to a runner rug placed in my hallway. A crumpled up napkin was sitting on one of the darker spots on the carpet. I thought that it was a cat that I am pet-sitting at the moment because of how it was placed. I talk to my cats in a high-pitched voice whenever I see them, and since I thought he was laying there, I did exactly that. I stopped mid-sentence and moved a bit closer to the "cat" only to find out that I had been talking to a napkin.
Wow.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Yesterday

Yesterday, I went with my mom to pick up my brother's girlfriend. She had been in Spain for about 6 weeks. My brother is at AT (Army National Guard training), so he couldn't pick her up himself.
Since the airport was really close to my grandparents' house, we decided to stop there for a little while.
I got to see my grandparents (which I hadn't in a while) and I got a few neat gifts from them. They gave me a cool Pokemon-themed box and lots of food that my family could bring home. One of the foods that we got was a type of farmer's cheese that is unique to the upper Midwest. You really can't get it anywhere else. It's one of my favorite cheeses of all time because of how my mom makes it. She puts a large piece of foil over a burner on our stove and turns on the heat. She places butter on the foil and spreads it out. After she cuts the cheese (har har har), she places the little pieces on the foil and sprinkles some salt over it. For some reason, the cheese is really good when it's all melty and seasoned like that.
The rest of the day was good. When we came home, we talked and laughed and had a nice time. I got to enjoy one of the cheeses, too.

Friday, March 11, 2016

true story by me who is now almost 12

one day, i was walking through the forest and this guy tried to give me an energy drink. i declined in an extremely rude manner by throwing it on the ground. he cried and cried and cried and cried until he shriveled up and turned into a MONSTER PANTS!!!!








Sunday, August 7, 2011

MONSTER PANTS!

One day, my pants were on the ground in my livingroom. And my kitten named Minime came out and junped! And it was beacause of MONSTER PANTS! And my brother Kyle grabbed her before she ran away and he threw her on MOSTER PANTS! She jumped and ran away and we all started laughing and it was the funniest thing I ever saw!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

A REAL unicorn!

I wish I had unicorn beef and it would atract a REAL unicorn! And one day I would put some of it outside and a real unicorn came and ate it all and fell asleep. And the next day I would wake up and see it sleeping on my front porch! And I tiptoed outside and it woke up and I kept her and named her Una. But that would never happen and unicorn beef isin't food for unicorns.