Monday, March 26, 2012
DOCTOR WHO SEASON 7: THE FIRST TRAILER!!!!!!!!!
THE FIRST TRAILER FOR DOCTOR WHO: SEASON 7 HAS BEEN RELEASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TODAY IS ABSOLUTELY THE BEST DAY I HAVE HAD IN A VERY LONG TIME!!!!!!!! FIRST TICKETS TO VIDCON, NOW A TRAILER FOR AN AMAZING NEW SEASON OF DOCTOR WHO?!?!?!?!?!?!?! THIS DAY CAN'T GET MUCH BETTER!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going to VidCon!!!
I cannot even begin to tell you how overjoyed I am to get the opportunity to attend this year's VidCon! It's exciting just to know that a few of my favorite vloggers will be visiting my state, only about an hour from where I live--but it's a whole new level of excitement to know that I'll actually get to meet them! This is truly a dream come true!!! Though I'm a little disappointed that Chameleon Circuit won't be performing this year, I can't wait to see Alex Day and Charlie McDonnell--and maybe even get to meet the rest of the band, since I hear they'll be attending VidCon this year as guests (rather than performers). This is honestly the most exciting that's happened to me since I met Matt Smith and Karen Gillan! EEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, are you going to VidCon? If so, feel free to say "high" if you see me! Oh, wait, you don't know what I look like. Oops. XD
Now, I've got a challenge for you all--if you like this blog (and I sincerely hope that you do!) tell a friend about it. Tell one friend each day for the next month, and ask them to follow me (don't worry if--like me--you don't have thirty friends. Parents, neighbors, teachers, siblings, cousins, relatives, acquaintances, and fellow fangirls/boys count as well). If I have forty followers by the end of April, I'll release a video blog series I've been working on--but I've kept it to myself, as I'm afraid you guys won't like it! If you have a nice comment or a question you'd like to ask me directly, feel free to contact me at dontblink.weepingangels42@gmail.com! I look forward to hearing from you!
Yours Truly,
Annabeth713
So, are you going to VidCon? If so, feel free to say "high" if you see me! Oh, wait, you don't know what I look like. Oops. XD
Now, I've got a challenge for you all--if you like this blog (and I sincerely hope that you do!) tell a friend about it. Tell one friend each day for the next month, and ask them to follow me (don't worry if--like me--you don't have thirty friends. Parents, neighbors, teachers, siblings, cousins, relatives, acquaintances, and fellow fangirls/boys count as well). If I have forty followers by the end of April, I'll release a video blog series I've been working on--but I've kept it to myself, as I'm afraid you guys won't like it! If you have a nice comment or a question you'd like to ask me directly, feel free to contact me at dontblink.weepingangels42@gmail.com! I look forward to hearing from you!
Yours Truly,
Annabeth713
Sunday, March 18, 2012
An update, because I am bored.
Remember the time when almost all of my posts were about how bored I was? Remember how I promised to lighten up a bit and enjoy life? Well...that's not happening.
I guess the bright side to everything is that I'm not as sad as I used to be. But nothingness has replaced that sadness. And I don't know what's worse. Feeling sad sometimes and happy others, or feeling nothing at all. I feel numb. And I feel conflicted.
The thing about everything is that everything is only a matter of perspective. For example, what would you qualify as bullying? For myself, and many of my friends who have truly been bullied, we are unfazed by a rude comment or sarcastic banter. What we conciser bullying is when a person is being downright mean to another person, simply to get a reaction out of them--simply to make them cry. A few people I know, though, will take offense at anything. Most recently, a friend of mine was upset because she found out a boy lied down next to her while she was asleep at the Dance-a-thon. Even though the boy didn't even touch her, and was (probably) just trying to be sweet, she was very flustered and angry, and felt that this constituted as bullying and harassment. Ironically, this friend had been bullied before--but never in the way that she thought she was being bullied now. So even though most of us could see that what this boy did wasn't really bullying, we sympathized with her. We understood how she felt. Had it been us, we probably would have felt the same way. After all, none of us had been "sexually harassed," as this friend thought she had been. So we comforted her, knowing that she felt betrayed. It was all a matter of perspective.
I'll admit, even I can get worked up over "bullying" when I shouldn't--especially lately. Since my new school comes with the benefits of only a few bullies who have picked on me(and most of them left the school this school year), I'm not really used to being the victim anymore. So the other day, I got quite worried about what a classmate had said earlier that day--and I did not realize how silly I was being until I sorted it all out with a friend--and figured out that the classmate wasn't being mean at all.
But that's not the purpose of this post. Bullying is terrible, and definitely warrents a post of it's own, but for now, let me continue with my original intentions for this post.
You see, a little bit ago, when I was sad all the time, happiness was like an utterly calm spot at the center of the storm--blissfully peaceful and perfect. Attending the school dance, watching my favorite movie, even talking with my friends--the little nibbles of good seemed extraordinary in light of the bad. Now that I'm no longer very sad, I can't really enjoy the happiness in life--I just feel neutral all the time, even when I should be extremely happy.
Take today as an example. I had a few of my best friends over to watch The Adventures of Tintin (my favorite movie) with me. We had a great time, with lots of laughs. And that should have given me a source of happiness to feed off of AT LEAST for a day--right? But no. I was really happy for a bit--now I just feel normal again. Just...nothing.
What is going on? I don't understand it. I don't want to do anything anymore. I don't want to go to school, or see my friends, or write my stories. And it's not because I'm sad--it's just because it doesn't seem like it's worth it. I simply won't get the happiness out of those things that I used to get.
So, I sit here, bored. Bored out of my mind. I have a million things to do, but it feels like I have nothing to do. There are little things I can do to cheer myself up--like watching Doctor Who season 6 on Netflix (just came out!) or looking at comics on Equestria Daily, but those things only make me happy for a short amount of time, now. And as soon as it's over...things go back to normal.
I hate it when things are normal. Everything is so incredibly dull.
I guess the bright side to everything is that I'm not as sad as I used to be. But nothingness has replaced that sadness. And I don't know what's worse. Feeling sad sometimes and happy others, or feeling nothing at all. I feel numb. And I feel conflicted.
The thing about everything is that everything is only a matter of perspective. For example, what would you qualify as bullying? For myself, and many of my friends who have truly been bullied, we are unfazed by a rude comment or sarcastic banter. What we conciser bullying is when a person is being downright mean to another person, simply to get a reaction out of them--simply to make them cry. A few people I know, though, will take offense at anything. Most recently, a friend of mine was upset because she found out a boy lied down next to her while she was asleep at the Dance-a-thon. Even though the boy didn't even touch her, and was (probably) just trying to be sweet, she was very flustered and angry, and felt that this constituted as bullying and harassment. Ironically, this friend had been bullied before--but never in the way that she thought she was being bullied now. So even though most of us could see that what this boy did wasn't really bullying, we sympathized with her. We understood how she felt. Had it been us, we probably would have felt the same way. After all, none of us had been "sexually harassed," as this friend thought she had been. So we comforted her, knowing that she felt betrayed. It was all a matter of perspective.
I'll admit, even I can get worked up over "bullying" when I shouldn't--especially lately. Since my new school comes with the benefits of only a few bullies who have picked on me(and most of them left the school this school year), I'm not really used to being the victim anymore. So the other day, I got quite worried about what a classmate had said earlier that day--and I did not realize how silly I was being until I sorted it all out with a friend--and figured out that the classmate wasn't being mean at all.
But that's not the purpose of this post. Bullying is terrible, and definitely warrents a post of it's own, but for now, let me continue with my original intentions for this post.
You see, a little bit ago, when I was sad all the time, happiness was like an utterly calm spot at the center of the storm--blissfully peaceful and perfect. Attending the school dance, watching my favorite movie, even talking with my friends--the little nibbles of good seemed extraordinary in light of the bad. Now that I'm no longer very sad, I can't really enjoy the happiness in life--I just feel neutral all the time, even when I should be extremely happy.
Take today as an example. I had a few of my best friends over to watch The Adventures of Tintin (my favorite movie) with me. We had a great time, with lots of laughs. And that should have given me a source of happiness to feed off of AT LEAST for a day--right? But no. I was really happy for a bit--now I just feel normal again. Just...nothing.
What is going on? I don't understand it. I don't want to do anything anymore. I don't want to go to school, or see my friends, or write my stories. And it's not because I'm sad--it's just because it doesn't seem like it's worth it. I simply won't get the happiness out of those things that I used to get.
So, I sit here, bored. Bored out of my mind. I have a million things to do, but it feels like I have nothing to do. There are little things I can do to cheer myself up--like watching Doctor Who season 6 on Netflix (just came out!) or looking at comics on Equestria Daily, but those things only make me happy for a short amount of time, now. And as soon as it's over...things go back to normal.
I hate it when things are normal. Everything is so incredibly dull.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
This World is So Confusing
My life has recently become a roller-coaster of emotions. I can start off my day feeling gloomy, feel hyper at nutrition, silly during Hebrew and PE, spazzy during lunch, sad during English, happy during History, and downright depressed during theatre...and by the time my aunt comes to pick me up from school, I don't feel happy or sad--just neutral.
For example, I spent all day feeling giddy about presenting the story my friend and I collaborated on. I'm really proud of it. My friend came up with the plot and characters, and I wrote the story itself. I'll post on the blog, so you can check it out. Anyway, the second we finished reading it, I felt horrible. And it wasn't due to the fact that it went too long and our teacher had to cut us off. I just felt...drained. All the excitement left me, and I was empty. And somehow, sadness crept into my heart.
Sometimes I feel really confused. My emotions and opinions can change, literally within seconds. Sometimes listening to music helps. Sometimes it doesn't. I hate feeling like this, because it's distracting. I can't write. I can't think. I can't concentrate. I just want to crawl under my blanket and hide from the world. Because the world scares me. It's big and complicated and full of choices.
I know my friends will support me no matter what I do. Many of them are more like siblings or cousins than mere friends. I know that they'll be there for me, no matter what. But it's often hard to remember that. I've had bad friends in the past. Friends who have abandoned me the second they could. I love my new friends dearly, but sometimes I'm so afraid that they'll let me down, too.
How long will things be like this? How long must I wait until something changes? Most kids are afraid of change, but I live off of it. If things stayed the same--stayed like this--forever, then I just wouldn't be able to take it anymore.
I know this post is vague and doesn't make a ton of sense. I'm juggling several different topics here, which I'm sure is confusing to anyone who isn't in my head. I'm sorry. I just needed to get this off my chest.
For example, I spent all day feeling giddy about presenting the story my friend and I collaborated on. I'm really proud of it. My friend came up with the plot and characters, and I wrote the story itself. I'll post on the blog, so you can check it out. Anyway, the second we finished reading it, I felt horrible. And it wasn't due to the fact that it went too long and our teacher had to cut us off. I just felt...drained. All the excitement left me, and I was empty. And somehow, sadness crept into my heart.
Sometimes I feel really confused. My emotions and opinions can change, literally within seconds. Sometimes listening to music helps. Sometimes it doesn't. I hate feeling like this, because it's distracting. I can't write. I can't think. I can't concentrate. I just want to crawl under my blanket and hide from the world. Because the world scares me. It's big and complicated and full of choices.
I know my friends will support me no matter what I do. Many of them are more like siblings or cousins than mere friends. I know that they'll be there for me, no matter what. But it's often hard to remember that. I've had bad friends in the past. Friends who have abandoned me the second they could. I love my new friends dearly, but sometimes I'm so afraid that they'll let me down, too.
How long will things be like this? How long must I wait until something changes? Most kids are afraid of change, but I live off of it. If things stayed the same--stayed like this--forever, then I just wouldn't be able to take it anymore.
I know this post is vague and doesn't make a ton of sense. I'm juggling several different topics here, which I'm sure is confusing to anyone who isn't in my head. I'm sorry. I just needed to get this off my chest.
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