What the hell is a hipster?

I was spoken to by a "hipster" today. If you haven't guessed by now I don't leave the house much... Or my own little world- and while I had a vague notion of what a hipster might be, I am now actually aware of what they are. Hipsters are what happen when you take a small emo child, age him a few years to college age, give him a mountain man beard, and then the ego to rival that of the biggest music snob you've ever known. Throw in a bit of beatnik from the late fifties/early sixties and there you have it. A hipster.

Now, I don't have an issue with most people, but this lack of an issue with most people comes down to one simple concept... When I'm reading a book people typically don't bother me. This human felt the need to bother me. Silly human seemed to have thought this was a good idea. He soon learned otherwise.

The first thing he asked was about what I was reading. An innocent enough question; one I'll give without getting angry. I told him I was reading the first book in The Wheel of Time series and that it was a bit too adventurous for my taste, but it was still a good book. Apparently this wasn't a good enough book to be reading. He then went on to explain what good literature actually consist of. This good literature of his including Sylvia Plath, and various writers I knew nothing of and could of cared less about. I stared blankly and zoned out for a good portion of it leaving him to ramble on.

This was Hipster's mistake. He insulted my book. Grant it, it's not my favorite of things, but I like it. I considered it to be a relatively decent book, nothing compared to Harry Potter, but good, none the less. If Hipster had just said, "Oh, that sounds like a nice book," and left me the hell alone, he would not of had to deal with me insulting Sylvia Plath and his silly mountain man beard.

Hipster, being horribly offended now, then suggested I had never read Sylvia Plath in my life.

HOW DARE HE!

I never insult literature before I've read at least a page of it. (The only book ever to earn an insult from me after the first page being Ulyssyss by James Joyce... What the hell kind of writing style is that? I need more concentration for that than I need for knitting lace!) Right... Complaining about the human who spoke to me arrogantly, wasn't I?

I don't like poetry as a general rule. But I've read Sylvia Plath, I can even quote a few lines from a few poems. I can quote a few different poets if I were to so desire, but my dislike of poetry keeps me from doing so too often. But this effort was worth it. Oh, was he shocked to hear me quote her. Ha. Silly human. Never insult a bookworm while she's reading. Even worse if you insult her reading selection. She will devour you alive with words and then laugh maniacally as you stare in shock.

This sounds more of a rant on Hipsters, but I guess this is the only one I've so far met. He angered me though. I liked my book well enough. He didn't need to go bashing everything else that brings me joy... Sometimes I wish beating people with my Jane Austin anthology was legal. Sadly, it is not and no one seems to have plans to rectify this horrible injustice. One day people will understand.

And now for something completely different...

I drew a picture today. I've convinced myself that drawing is an important skill to have for there is no other way for me to obtain pictures of Remus Lupin holding/snuggling cats.

You are now about to see my first pathetic attempt at a human face.

So very pathetic... She's even balding slightly and seems to have a black eye. Poor, dear. I've named her Eudora. She's balding at an early age due to the stress of having been drawn by me. Her nose looks a bit funny too...

Well, I'm off to sleep now. Yawn.

Side note... My poor drawing attempt has reminded me of one of my favorite books called The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Such an amazing, incredible, darling book. All of humanity should read it. It teaches very good seasons to both children and grown-ups.

Weddings & Crafting

I'm scared for the safety of humanity. Here I was, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I realize how many men with mullets surrounded me. Oh, backwoods of Pennsylvania, how you never cease to terrify me with how stuck in the 80's you are. And it's not even good 80's. If people were prancing about pretending they were Molly Ringwald, things would be good. Mullets were something should have been left to rot.

Mind, this was a very... Okay, so the wedding was a bit odd. I've never been to a wedding where people could wear jeans. I felt over dressed in a skirt! A simple knee length skirt! Grant it, this was only the second wedding I've been do, but it concerned me slightly. But these two things weren't what bothered me. It was the anti-feminism that got me squirming.

I'm not into the whole feminist thing. I could care less, really. Not that I don't get offended by comments about "kitchens" and "sandwiches" but I don't get easily offended by such things. This sermon actually got me squirming, though, and that takes some skill. The word "own" was used to describe a man's relationship with his "woman." No one but us college kids seemed to notice or mind. Maybe I don't get out of the house much, (okay, so I really don't, but I mean it in the metaphorical sense), but it was a bit ridiculous. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But this lead to some very important decisions about my own future wedding if I ever have one.

1. Everyone will be dressed up. I don't care if you come dressed as Yoda, but so help me if you come dressed in jeans.
2. During the exchanging of rings, parts of Lord of the Rings will be read aloud.
3. Obviously, me wedding won't be in a church. I'll be surprised if any Catholic priest (for I am Catholic) would ever say the sermon for my wedding.
4. My mother will not be reading me poetry she wrote herself. Now, if she wants to read the Lorax to me. I'm totally for it.
5. There will be epic dancing. I will learn to waltz, tango, what have you, for my dance with Husband.

Ah... I feel better now. That whole bit with the wedding was bothering me. But the bride looked amazing and I know she and her new husband will be very happy together. They truly are made for each other and I can't see their marriage ending badly. I wish them all the luck and happiness I possibly can.

The second part of this post comes in the form of my, once again, wanting to start crafting. I have a sewing machine now. I've named it Marmalade, and we shall be bestest of friends. I hope to open an etsy shop and I keep saying I will filled with the things I make. I hope they'll be good things so they don't end up on regretsy. I'd be sad then.

Well, I'm off to set up Marmalade in my bed room and start making things.

DFTBA

Boring Day With Some Dragons

I hate staying inside all day, but it was cold and rainy out, I had some homework, there was a pie that needed baking, and I still have to clean my room. These are the worst kinds of days. Wanting to go out with no where to go and no one to go with. I know I should have grabbed Pride and Prejudice and a cup of tea (herbal of course, damn allergy not letting me have earl gray), but stuff to do! And I still need to go out and buy the makings for dinner on Friday night and a wedding card for my friends. But all will soon be calm. Just thinking of that glorious trip  to London and I'm filled with joy.

I kind of want to get my hair done. I don't know how though. I want to dye it, but something normal. If it's not normal then I only get to keep it for two weeks while in London. My hair color must be appropriate for work. I work with the elderly, so I shall continue to obey this rule. But something cute and short and such. Maybe highlights or some such.

I wish I was in a better writing mood today. But once again I can only dabble out some thoughts from my brain. I may have to take up that Pride and Prejudice and tea idea from earlier. I'm really in the mood for some tea, chamomile I guess. Nice and calming before reading my American Lit assignment. At least tomorrow ends the week for me and the other 3/4 of the F4 is coming to visit me before the four of use head off to the wedding on Saturday. It shall be lovely and I hope it's warm and sunny for them though the internet says cold and rainy. Sad, but I'm sure it'll be lovely none the less.

It's kind of an odd thought, going to a wedding. I've only ever been to one and it's been a good while, but this is the first wedding of a friend. I feel like childhood is ending with this one event. I REFUSE! Where are my Harry Potter books. I will never grow up. Now excuse me while I go prance around a fairy circle in a sun dress. Maybe I'll fight the imaginary dragons while I'm at it. Growing up is for losers.

In Case You Wanted to Know

I never got my cupcake... I bought a caramel apple instead.

Yum. <3

I Just Really Want a Cupcake

Is it too much to ask for a cupcake? I don't even know why I want a cupcake. I don't particularly like them after all. Cake is just so cake-y. I probably just want the frosting.

Today is a very off day for writing and thinking. Probably the adverse effects to not having caffeine for days. Two weeks ago I started feeling really, really sick. My body shook uncontrollably and I felt like I'd pass out at any moment. After some lovely bunches of blood testing it was discovered I'm allergic to the object I use as my life force, caffeine. I miss my caffeine. Teas and coffees... Such glorious things. The amount of longing I have for a chai tea latte keeps me up at night... Or would if I could have some caffeine.

Eh... Brain dead... Yup, it's nap time now.

Off to Notting Hill

So... Remember how I was reading the Iliad? I'm now reading the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan. I think I'll be reading that for a while. At least I'm more than half way through the first one. Depending on how often I read this summer I may finish the series some time next year.

And I call myself a book worm.

But in news other than my feeling of failure, I get to go on my long awaited adventure to England next month. But I will not just be in England, I'll be staying on the well known street of Notting Hill with my aunt and uncle. I cannot begin to explain how much excitement is pouring from me. This trip will be my first out of country adventure and I'm determined to make it beyond exciting.

Because of this trip, I've been neglecting homework for clothing shopping. My goal for this year, other than to own a car of course, is to switch the clothing out of my closet for a style that is entirely my own. Right now there's a lot of tee-shirts in it and, while those are well and good, I want something slightly more elegant. I like jeans and all, but I love skirts. I need more...

This trip also makes me want to complete my other two short term life goals: getting a tattoo and bleaching my hair white.

Why I want to bleach my Crayola sepia colored hair, I'll never know, but I do. Maybe I'll do that the day before my trip and then dye it back to a normal color before I work the day after I get back... That can't be healthy for my hair.

For the tattoo, I want a Harry Potter themed tattoo. No, I'm sorry. I need a Harry Potter themed tattoo. Maybe one that says "Mischief  Managed" or possibly the Deathly Hallows symbol with "Felix Felicis" under it or around it. Yes. Something like that. My mother disproves.

I have another goal... To figure out how to write things in a witty manor. I can do such in small bursts, but I guess it comes with practice and that's what this blog is for. It's here to encourage me to write and it's been doing just that. I probably should have participated in "blog every day in April." But I didn't.

Too bad too. I would of had lots to go on about like England, Quidditch, my lovely garden I began to work on, my newly found allergy to caffeine, the angers of scheduling classes, and my experiences watching the movie Mrs. Miniver. April has been a very busy month! I guess I'll go on about it all tomorrow. Maybe even blog every day for the rest of the month! EGAD! That would be something. But writing is good for me. Even if it's just pointless ramblings to myself. Everyone must start somewhere even if that somewhere happens to be the middle of nowhere. Lets see how long my resolve to post lots will hold out. I'm sure I'll do fine on this one. Until tomorrow. :)

Summer Reading List

I've always considered myself a reader seeing as I read a lot and often have a book on me. But I haven't read anything of importance. Sure, I've read Austen, Bronte, and a good portion of Shakespeare's works, but that's a very small bit of all the classics out there. There are so many books out there I always mean to read, but never good. Charles Dickens, for example. I've never read any of his works and this kind of distresses me. So I've come up with a summer reading list. It's a short list, but I feel that I'll take me a good while to read it all. After reading and rereading just the first page of James Joyce's Ulysses I'm fairly certain that even beginning the summer reading now won't effect much.

1. Iliad - Homer
2. Odyssey – Homer
3. Ulysses – James Joyce
4. Lolita – Vladimir Nobokov
5. Atlas Shrugged – Ayn Rynd
6. The Fountainhead – Ayn Rand
7. Nineteen Eighty-Four – George Orwell
8. Works of Emerson – Ralph Waldo Emerson
9. Works of Keats – John Keats
10. Lord of the Rings – J.R.R. Tolkin (finish)
11. Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
12. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
13. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde – Robert Louis Stevenson
14. The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
15. The War of the Worlds – HG Wells
16. David Copperfield – Charles Dickins
17. Moby Dick – Herman Melville
18. Middle March – George Eliot
19. Great Expectations – Charles Dickins
20. The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde
21. Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22. Brave New World – Aldous Huxley

I don't plan to read these in this order, but I hope to read a good number of them. I'm beginning with Homer's two epics since I have a copy of both on my Nook and then I'll decide from there. I feel that finishing up the last book and a half of J.R.R. Tolkin's Lord of the Rings will be the easiest bit. I've never been one for deep thinking during the summer and profound books, I'm sure, shall cause great damage to my mind.

On a side note, I haven't written much more of my potential novel. I did, however, write two papers for class and study for three tests. Midterms are next week. I do hope that means a week of procrastination with Sims 3.

One day I ought to learn to go through and look over what I wrote to check for errors, but I can never seem to bring myself to care quite that much. Possibly because I currently write this for myself and only pretend I have an audience filled with interest. Maybe one day I will, but for now, it's just a vent with a bit of writing practice. (If I cared enough to check over what I wrote.)

DFTBA