Music and Insanity

One of my friends imposed an interesting question about music. Just gathering our thoughts on and and such, but part of it really made me think. Why is it that these singers like Justin Beiber get so much attention from these girls. I find it odd how intensely they defend these people and I'm fairly sure it's borderline obsession if not full on obsession. I don't have much knowledge in psychology, but this certainly makes me wish I did. Was my generation just as obsessed with the Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, and Britney Spears? I don't remember it being that way, but since I was apart of that culture maybe I just didn't notice.

If it wasn't like that with my generation, then why is it like that now? People did the same thing back when the Beatles were around. Is there a similarity between then and now that make people go insane over these artist? I don't think I'd put people like Justin Beiber (or Edward Cullen, for that matter) up there with people like the Beatles or Elvis, but that seems to be how things are going. The phase will probably die out, but what made it appear in the first place?

My second topic is on that of my own insanity.
I finally came up with something to write and, very different from my norm, it's a very morbid depressing something. It's the kind of macabre story one writes while listening to sweet music. The main girl's going on a murdering spree and in my mind "Somewhere Out There" plays in the background. It's frightening, but it oddly fits the scene for numerous reason.

I currently have a thousands words written, though I need to go back and rewrite it. I've decided it needs to be in first person for it to work since I've realized... Well, I've realized very awesome things and I'm excited to write. Unfortunately, I have a good bit of school work to be doing this week, so the story will have to be put on hold for a while. I have an American lit paper to write, a speech to give on libraries, and a music chapter to read. Busy, busy, busy... And just as I had an idea too! How very mean.

On another note, I've joined the HP alliance chapter in my area. I'm incredibly excited to be apart of something that's helped the world so much already. I hope that we'll decrease world suck levels in our city, even just a little. Every bit counts, after all. One day our would will be filled with happiness and rainbows. Just watch, it'll happen.

Zombie tip of the day: Swords are the way to go. Ammo is a limited resource and it will run out.

Little Blue Books of Stress

Tests in college are always stressful. It sort of an unwritten rule that if you aren't having a panic attack over the test then you must be dead. I've learned that mosts test are done with scantrons. As if the SAT's weren't bad enough, they now must force them upon us every time we finish a unit or it's time for midterms. But the blue book tests are worse by far.

I'd only heard of them until yesterday. The strange blue paper encased note paper in which you take your test. There aren't any questions, for those are on a different sheet, and the entire test is short answer. While I prefer short answer for those have multiple right answers and even if you BS your way through it, your bound to have remembered a few things for a few points. Scantrons either give you a right or wrong answer. BS is more likely to fail you than help with a Scantron.

Here I am, in American lit knowing that it's an open book, open source, use-anything-your-little-heart-desires-just-not-each-other test, and the booklet of lined paper is put in front me. Never in all my life have I used the entire class (one hour and twenty minutes) and then some to complete a test. I used up an entire little booklet for this test and came out still feeling a rush to do everything in a quicker motion than it needed to be done. Those booklets are the cause of college students dying young from heart failure. This is my theory.

And now I don't know what my grade is... I hope I'll know Tuesday... I bet I failed... I probably did. I don't want to know my grade...

On a plus note I wrote two pages for a story. Not sure what story, or if there's a plot. But I wrote... In red ink... In a notebook. I'll need to type it up I suppose.

DFTBA

Attention Span: Non-Existant

I keep saying I'm going to do stuff. Some of that stuff being keep a blog and get out of the house more. None of which has been properly done. I also keep telling myself I'll write something. A full something filled with awesome, adventure, and just a dash of romance. Yeah, failed at that, too. I did manage to write 50,000 words of nonsense for NaNoWriMo. I do feel accomplished about that, but not as much as I could have been had I written a story. A complete, plot following story. I did not such things.

Instead of doing things I tell myself I'm going to do, I read Harry Potter and drink some chai tea lattes. An ungodly amount of chai tea lattes, at that. It mus be unhealthy the amount of time I spend at Starbucks. What I need to do is find some sort of motivation as I apparently have none. Right now the only motivation I have is to finish my music essay and find a snack.

I ought to dedicate myself to something this year. Like finish an actual story. Well, come up with a plot. And maybe find something in school to get involved in. Its always been hard to get involved since I share a car with my mom and campus is about 45 minutes away, but I'll find away to make it work. I hope. I'll go out for theater or something. And as for writing. I'll start small. I'll think of a plot. I'm horrible with plots, so I'll come up with one of those first and then go from there.

Yes, this sounds like a good plan. Lets see if I stick too it.

I should go buy myself a cat...