Freaking out

Wow...over ten thousand page views on my blog since that life-changing day, July 15, 2011.
So...um...thanks guys! Wow...I never would have expected that anybody would actually read my blog when I first started...except for Sarah, who inspired me to do it in the first place! Boy...this is crazy. I feel like I actually have an obligation to post stuff now. One year, two months, eleven days, and ten thousand views later...here I am.

Video Games

Most of you probably know that I like to play video games.
And not happy little pink unicorn video games either.
No, I always go full-on hardcore. Although I must admit that I thoroughly enjoyed this one hippie game called Flower....

TOTAL TREE HUGGER GAME

It was just so pretty!!! Calming...and the music was pretty cool too. :)
But generally, I stick to Call of Duty, Battlefield, and the like. Anger management, you know. There's nothing for it like blowing people's brains out. (With the blood and gore setting on low, of course, since clearly I have low tolerance for violence.)
I'm also currently a fan of DC Universe, a game where you can create your own superhero (or villain) and save (or bring to ruin) Metropolis, Gotham, and Metropolis again. Apparently Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman weren't good enough.
Thank goodness for my little brother or I would probably be stuck on Level One of every video game I've ever played. Nearly every time I get to a boss fight, I freak out, start hyperventilating, and have to call for help...much like the helpless citizens I'm supposed to be rescuing.
So yeah...I guess maybe you could call me a half-hearted gamer girl. Although really, as fun as video games can be, playing outside is better. Even working outside is better. Especially when the weather is this nice. :)

Dictionary of Meredith

I like to think that for the most part, I'm a pretty honest, sincere kind of person.
I'm going to wait for the laughter to die down before I continue....thank you.
But let's face it - I don't always mean what I say. And sometimes it could be a little confusing...so I, being the sweet, helpful person that I am, am going to try to enlighten you and inform you of what I really mean when I say something.

What I say: What's up?
What I mean: I have NO clue how to make conversation with you.

What I say: I'm kinda tired.
What I mean: I'm just waiting for someone to pull out a Frisbee.

What I say: REALLY??
What I mean: I think you need to check your sources.

What I say: I'm not really in the mood for that.
What I mean: I despise that with every particle of my being.

What I say: I didn't do very well on that test.
What I mean: I got an 85. (which is basically failing, right?)

What I say: I really want to play Ultimate Frisbee!
What I mean: I really want to play Ultimate Frisbee!

What I say: Cool!
What I mean: Cool story, bro...tell it again.

What I say: :)
What I mean: This conversation is finished.

:)

How Much Land Does a Man Need?

In my World Literature assignments for the past week, one of the stories I was required to read was "How Much Land Does a Man Need?" by Leo Tolstoy.
I pulled out my enormous blue zippered binder and opened it. Flipping past "The Ransom of Red Chief" with a chuckle as I remembered the humorous story, I turned to the day's assignment. When I saw the title - and the author - I groaned and immediately flipped to the end to see how many pages...too many.
I was admittedly a little squiffy, as I knew that Tolstoy is not known for writing "candy" books; however, I had to read it, so I dove right in.
The story started out fairly boring, undoubtedly due at least partially to my cynical attitude regarding this particular piece of literature.
"Just as I expected. Booooooring."
I sighed and turned the page. But much to my surprise, the story became suddenly (Gasp!) interesting. As much as I was trying not to like it...I was starting to anyway.
Yes, it was longer than most of the short stories I had read previously, but I didn't mind. In fact, I wanted it to be longer. I was so caught up in the misadventures of Pahom the greedy landowner that I never wanted them to stop. Of course, I knew they would, and Pahom would probably end up dead as well...after all, when the devil decides he's going to get you, it can be hard to resist him. (At least when you're a fictional character who clearly can't see that what you're doing is wrong in every way imaginable.)
And who would have thought that a story about some dude trying to get more and more land could actually become suspenseful? As the story started to end though, I actually realized that my heart rate was up, and I was reading faster and faster...
And the story ends with a dead guy.
Throughout the whole story, the protagonist is trying to get more and more land, and no matter how much he has, he's never happy.
In the end, all he needed was six feet.
Shazam.
I loved it.

Boring? Mebbe...

While I was gone, lots of stuff happened.
Not really.
I just like to imagine that there's something about my boring life that makes it interesting to you reader people.
My boring life, which is about to go from boring to slightly less boring.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
August 31st was my big brother's birthday and I didn't even think to write a blog post for him! It's not like I was a little busy or anything...but anyways, happy seventeenth birthday Geoffy!!! I know you had a great day so yeah...ending belated birthday wish now.
And the next day was Joel's birthday. I'm sure he had as good a day as a hobo can have! I bet it was filled with lots of....whatever it is hobos do. And I feel terrible cuz I forgot to call him and say happy birthday, okay?? I'm suuper sorry!!! :'( Okay...just clearing that up. </3
Saturday night I had Ashley over and we baked friendship cookies and played video games and ate burritos. It was awesome. Steve and Phil had lots of fun. But we missed Bob. <3
Nothing interesting happened on Sunday.
Nothing interesting happened on Monday.
Tuesday I had a double piano lesson and got in a lot of good work with Mr. Nagy on my Mendelssohn concerto. If you want to listen to this song that has been the cause of much personal grief, click on this linky thing. Even though I have had a lot of trouble with this song, it's finally coming together. Which is good because I need to have it down by Tuesday so I can record it and enter a competition. Maybe some time I'll actually have a piece ready more than a week before I have to perform it. (Then again, maybe not.)
And today was Wednesday. It was an exciting day because when we came on campus at PCC, there were actually STUDENTS there! It was amazing! It felt like the Discovery Channel or something! :D
And as I sit here, Dad is making potato soup and filling the whole house with a pungent, oniony smoke that burns my eyes.
Life is good....I can't complain.