...no one is holding a gun to your head telling you to click on this blog post. Unless someone is. In which case, do click! It ups my views and also saves your life! Win-win!
So I am literally sentences away from finishing my play.
CAN I GET A WHAT WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
(off in the distance) WHAT WHAT!
Thank you small, fictional person off in the distance.
I feel really awesome right now.
I've never finished anything before. I always lose interest or flake out before I finish, and it makes me feel like a worthless loser, but now I can say that I've finished something, God Dammit, and it is a God Damn good something to boot!
Apparently my school is going to bring it to the Spring Drama Festival, which is like competitive theater. My play! My play! Like, what is going on, you guys?!
I am so excited I could spew. But I won't.
Well, off to do the homework that I've neglected.
Love and kisses,
Jen
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Happy New Year, Fooligans! Sorry About the Absence; I Was Dancing With Lemurs In Madagascar
I wasn't really dancing with lemurs in Madagascar. I was just being a lazy thing that is very lazy and not communicating with all y'all! But have no fear, I am back in this new year and I am funnier than ever!
Well. The funnier than ever comment might be subjective, because of course I think that I'm hilarious, being a narcissistic non-midget with an ego bigger than the entirety of Canada. The rest of you might just find me a sad example on what happens to people when they spend too much time playing Words With Friends and not enough time interacting with leaving, breathing human beans. For all I know, some of you might be aliens who find me an interesting specimen of the human race. If so, I have one request of you aliens - don't stick the probe up my bum. For the love of all that is holy.
So how goes it, my minions? It's been, what? A month? I apologize that I took so long off. Though I know people who have taken longer leaves of absence. But I can't leave you all alone, you sexy, sexy things.
Well, a new year is upon us, y'all. Crazy, I know. The earth didn't blow up. The skies didn't fall. I somehow managed to not gain twenty pounds eating cookies over break. The Mayans have to be wrong.
So does anyone have any New Year's Resolutions? I have 17, because A. I'm a huge over achiever and B. It's my 17th year on the planet, I might as well try to keep up 17 things for an entire year and see what happens. Normally I can't finish anything. I can never see anything through to completion, ever. It is a really bad habit, and I know everyone has their bad habits, but mine seem to be really bad for me as a human. They might not be bad for you - maybe you'd benefit from taking up some of my bad habits - but on the whole, I need to change. Why not change now, when everyone else is changing? I realize that instituting a huge change in my life right after New Year's is cliche, but I can be cliche as I want to.
One of my resolutions is to write more, and to facilitate that, I am going to be doing BOW '12. Where I blog once a week in 2012. I realize that I missed the first week of 2012, but I will make up for that by posting twice this week. Also, I was sick, so I get a pass. Hey, it's my challenge, I can do whatever I want. Don't look at me with those judging eyes you judger!
Well, I'm going to make like a shepard and flock off.
*drumroll*
The first Parting Joke of the Year.
Parting Joke:
Who can shave 25 times a day and still have a beard?
A barber!
Love & Kisses,
Jen
Well. The funnier than ever comment might be subjective, because of course I think that I'm hilarious, being a narcissistic non-midget with an ego bigger than the entirety of Canada. The rest of you might just find me a sad example on what happens to people when they spend too much time playing Words With Friends and not enough time interacting with leaving, breathing human beans. For all I know, some of you might be aliens who find me an interesting specimen of the human race. If so, I have one request of you aliens - don't stick the probe up my bum. For the love of all that is holy.
So how goes it, my minions? It's been, what? A month? I apologize that I took so long off. Though I know people who have taken longer leaves of absence. But I can't leave you all alone, you sexy, sexy things.
Well, a new year is upon us, y'all. Crazy, I know. The earth didn't blow up. The skies didn't fall. I somehow managed to not gain twenty pounds eating cookies over break. The Mayans have to be wrong.
So does anyone have any New Year's Resolutions? I have 17, because A. I'm a huge over achiever and B. It's my 17th year on the planet, I might as well try to keep up 17 things for an entire year and see what happens. Normally I can't finish anything. I can never see anything through to completion, ever. It is a really bad habit, and I know everyone has their bad habits, but mine seem to be really bad for me as a human. They might not be bad for you - maybe you'd benefit from taking up some of my bad habits - but on the whole, I need to change. Why not change now, when everyone else is changing? I realize that instituting a huge change in my life right after New Year's is cliche, but I can be cliche as I want to.
One of my resolutions is to write more, and to facilitate that, I am going to be doing BOW '12. Where I blog once a week in 2012. I realize that I missed the first week of 2012, but I will make up for that by posting twice this week. Also, I was sick, so I get a pass. Hey, it's my challenge, I can do whatever I want. Don't look at me with those judging eyes you judger!
Well, I'm going to make like a shepard and flock off.
*drumroll*
The first Parting Joke of the Year.
Parting Joke:
Who can shave 25 times a day and still have a beard?
A barber!
Love & Kisses,
Jen
Monday, November 21, 2011
In Which Jennelle Apologizes To The Three People Who Actually Read Her Blog.
So to you three, I thank you.
A lot has happened in the week+ that I haven't been around.
I've done this:
1. Got sick
2. Got well
3. Failed a History exam
4. Had to sit through a horrendous football game where Georgetown High School was creamed 24-7
5. Was horrendously cold at said football game
6. Watched my band director (mentioned before here and here and here, if not in excess, very briefly) groom my little brother into becoming a conductor. Everyone in the band agrees that I do, in fact, have the coolest younger brother ever.
7. Got sick again
8. Ate a lot of food at Thanksgiving
9. Ate a shit ton of bread. My cousin's girlfriend is in school to be a pastry chef type person, and she baked a billion loaves of bread and two cakes and a pie. It's like she wants us all to be fat lards who have to roll everywhere. But I still ate all of it. Yum yum yum!
10. Worked on my articles for the Thought Report! See, Lewis, I promise I'm doing them!
So yeah, that's what I've been doing.
What have you been up to, fooligans?
I'll give you a parting joke next week when I'm well enough to find one.
Love and kisses,
L.
A lot has happened in the week+ that I haven't been around.
I've done this:
1. Got sick
2. Got well
3. Failed a History exam
4. Had to sit through a horrendous football game where Georgetown High School was creamed 24-7
5. Was horrendously cold at said football game
6. Watched my band director (mentioned before here and here and here, if not in excess, very briefly) groom my little brother into becoming a conductor. Everyone in the band agrees that I do, in fact, have the coolest younger brother ever.
7. Got sick again
8. Ate a lot of food at Thanksgiving
9. Ate a shit ton of bread. My cousin's girlfriend is in school to be a pastry chef type person, and she baked a billion loaves of bread and two cakes and a pie. It's like she wants us all to be fat lards who have to roll everywhere. But I still ate all of it. Yum yum yum!
10. Worked on my articles for the Thought Report! See, Lewis, I promise I'm doing them!
So yeah, that's what I've been doing.
What have you been up to, fooligans?
I'll give you a parting joke next week when I'm well enough to find one.
Love and kisses,
L.
Friday, November 11, 2011
THIS IS IMPORTANT! CLICK THIS! PLEASE! I BEG ALL OF YOU!!!!
http://www.thethoughtreportofficial.blogspot.com/
Click this link.
This link will lead you to a magical place that will change your life.
Or, if it doesn't change your life, if you buy a copy of this book, it will go to an amazing charity, the Bulembu Project.
http://www.bulembu.org/
This will lead you to it, so click on it, and read about it, because it is so worth it.
I'm writing two articles for it, and so are every other person working on this project.
They are all fantastic writers, and awesome people, so go check them out. Here they all are:
Click this link.
This link will lead you to a magical place that will change your life.
Or, if it doesn't change your life, if you buy a copy of this book, it will go to an amazing charity, the Bulembu Project.
http://www.bulembu.org/
This will lead you to it, so click on it, and read about it, because it is so worth it.
I'm writing two articles for it, and so are every other person working on this project.
They are all fantastic writers, and awesome people, so go check them out. Here they all are:
Lewis Shaw - Editor - Hampshire, England -
Founder and Editor of The Thought Report project, Lewis Shaw is a British
student, living and working in a small town 40 miles from London. He runs his
own company where he wears plaid shirts and jumps around on bouncy castles. In
addition to running his blog and the project, he has also done volunteer work,
planning and executing a trip to Bulembu in Swaziland, and working in a mental
institution.
Jessica Teng
- Xi'an, China - www.lemons-dont-make-lemonade.blogspot.com
Jessica Teng is a ridiculously talented fifteen-year-old who spends her
time being a role model for less awesome human beings. Jessica is also a
deranged, guy deprived homeschooler living under a rock.To distract herself from
her almost unexistent social life, Jessica plays online Scrabble, draws
pretentiously complex abstract art, and runs her blog, Lemons Don't Make
Lemonade.
Ashendra Silva
- Brisbane, Australia - www.cheesecakeparadox.blogspot.com
Ashendra Silva is a Sri-Lankan born computer technician living in Brisbane,
Australia. He spends his days goofing off at work, taking pictures of people
taking pictures and living off of a strict diet of canned meals and cheesecake.
He is also rumoured to be a Freemason, but no evidence has yet been found.
Elisabeth Davis
- Texas, USA - www.bookishspazz.blogspot.com
Lizzi Dee is a Native Born Texan, honors student, and blogger from
Longview, Texas. She's an avid overachiever, skilled speechmaker, and editor of
her school yearbook. She likes philosophy, Doctor Who, and doesn't like watching
films with other people.
Jennelle Barosin - Massachusetts, USA - www.ramblingzombies.blogspot.com
Thrilled to talk in the third person about herself, Jen Barosin is a full
time nerd and part time high school student from Massachusetts. She enjoys
writing, chocolate, and initiating awkward conversations with whichever victim
she chooses.
Ross Gilligan - Oxfordshire, UK - www.cookie-ross.blogspot.com
Ross Gilligan is a Professional Science Person and wannabe Airline Pilot
from Oxfordshire, UK. When he's not combining sleeping pills and tequila in some
of England's finest establishments, you can find him in a science lab doing
clever stuff, writing on his blog, or sitting in his room making plane noises.
Mostly the latter.
Jennifer Grudziecki
- New York, USA - www.secretlifeofanenglishteacher.blogspot.com
Jennifer Grudziecki is a Kings College Sophomore and semi-permanent
Sparknotes intern, currently making her home among the concrete mountains of New
York. She likes editing to the point of obnoxiousness, and forcing her friends
to eat burnt cookies.
Ken Stevens - UK - www.grumpyoldken.com
A retired schoolteacher from the United Kingdom, Ken Stevens has led quite
a varied career - from classrooms to barbershops, Woolworths to window dressing,
offices, farms, door to door sales, and now writing - not only a hugely
successful blog, but on The Thought Report as well.
King Rhetoric - www.cagedgreatness.com
Somewhere amongst the misty snow-capped peaks of deepest, darkest Canada,
resides the nameless enigma of the Thought Report team. Whether he's a bearded
Santa Claus impersonator in a lumberjack shirt or an acne covered teenager in
suspenders, we will never know his true identity - all we know is, he excels at
what he does.
Fickle Cattle
- Manila, Phillipines - www.ficklecattle.blogspot.com
Von Bryan Cuerpo (A.K.A. Fickle Cattle) is a lawyer and writer from Manila,
capital of the Philippines. When he isn't doing law things or updating his
award-winning blog, he likes to spend his time thinking hard about what he would
do if he had spare time.
Ann Cordner - Spalding, UK - www.retiredandcrazy.com
Having spent 2010 travelling Eastwards from London to New York in aid of
Marie Curie Cancer Care after her husbands life was taken by cancer, 71 year-old
Ann Cordner felt she should just push out the metaphorical boat, and got
involved with The Thought Report team. A true example of fundraisers at their
finest.
Wag the Dad - Vienna, Austria - www.wagthedad.com
'Wag the Dad' is a husband of one, father of three, friend
to many and corporate drone from the US, living in Vienna, Austria. He spends
his time balancing work, kids, reading, working out, going out, television, and
his pretty damn useful blog, Wag the Dad.
I kind of just copied the blog. But if you want to go see the site, click my first link. Seriously. Click it. Or I will send legions of my flying monkeys to get you. And I do have legions. I keep them in my pockets. I have lots of pockets.
So go buy a copy of this book! Well, er, it isn't quite out yet, so just go check out the website and get some views on the site.
I will be eternally grateful.
Now I have to go write my articles, and do a history project, and do my NaNoWriMo, which is slowly turning into a NaNoWriWhenEverIHaveTimeToWriteANovel. But it will get done. Mark my words.
So, go check out the site. Seriously.
Okay, I'm done with the shameless plugging. Go check it out!!!! Okay, now I'm done.
Love and kisses all,
L.
(Oh, and if you didn't know, I'm Jennelle Barosin. I know that I've mentioned my name before, but better safe than sorry.)
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Life Is An STD That Is Always Fatal
Lovelypoos! I'm back! I'm not dead! I didn't fall off the face of the earth! I wasn't eaten by rabid walruses! I just had a really big history project due, and that took up all of my time. It won't happen again. Kidding, it probably will happen. All the time. So sorry about that.
I'm going to confess something to you all that I haven't actually confessed out loud, not even when I'm talking to myself.
Prepare yourselves for what may seem like deep-rooted self esteem issues mixed in with some adolescent hormonal moaning. But don't worry; It's just sleep deprivation.
I'm afraid that I'm defective. I know that that sounds awful and terrible, but I do. I have two friends, yes? I have them in most of my classes, and during PE we sit in the corner of the gymnasium on the mats and talk about stuff (yes, for all of you who are wondering, I'm passing this class with an A, thank you very much). Mostly the stuff we talk about is boys, because we are girls.
Now my two friends, both of them openly have crushes on boys, I guess is the way to put it. Both of them have had multiple boyfriends and they both get boys to like them really easily.
Here is where I feel like I'm defective. I can't get a guy to like me. Like ever. I've had a grand total of one boyfriend, and that was for fifteen minutes in the sixth grade. I've never been kissed, and I doubt any self-respecting guy has even thought about kissing me, regardless of how horny he was.
And I don't feel a need to always like a guy. I haven't 'had a crush' since sixth grade. At least on anyone attainable. I have 'idea crushes', as in, I love the idea of someone, like a celebrity. Or I get really attached to a voice. Or a character in a book. But not on anyone real. Does that make me defective? Or weird?
I am kind of worried that I'm going to end up lonely and alone because I have trouble making connections with people. I feel like people think that I'm aloof. I guess sometimes I do act like that. It's my own fault. I act aloof and use caustic sarcasm as a way to hide the fact that I have no idea how to act and that I actually am quite shy.
People have said that one of my great qualities is no fear to talk to strangers and a vast knowledge that allows me to relate to anyone. If only they knew.
Okay, so that was deeply personal, I'm so sorry that I just subjected you to that.
I love you all. Seriously.
Parting joke:
Why did the dolphin commit suicide?
Because his life had no porpoise!
Love and kisses,
L.
I'm going to confess something to you all that I haven't actually confessed out loud, not even when I'm talking to myself.
Prepare yourselves for what may seem like deep-rooted self esteem issues mixed in with some adolescent hormonal moaning. But don't worry; It's just sleep deprivation.
I'm afraid that I'm defective. I know that that sounds awful and terrible, but I do. I have two friends, yes? I have them in most of my classes, and during PE we sit in the corner of the gymnasium on the mats and talk about stuff (yes, for all of you who are wondering, I'm passing this class with an A, thank you very much). Mostly the stuff we talk about is boys, because we are girls.
Now my two friends, both of them openly have crushes on boys, I guess is the way to put it. Both of them have had multiple boyfriends and they both get boys to like them really easily.
Here is where I feel like I'm defective. I can't get a guy to like me. Like ever. I've had a grand total of one boyfriend, and that was for fifteen minutes in the sixth grade. I've never been kissed, and I doubt any self-respecting guy has even thought about kissing me, regardless of how horny he was.
And I don't feel a need to always like a guy. I haven't 'had a crush' since sixth grade. At least on anyone attainable. I have 'idea crushes', as in, I love the idea of someone, like a celebrity. Or I get really attached to a voice. Or a character in a book. But not on anyone real. Does that make me defective? Or weird?
I am kind of worried that I'm going to end up lonely and alone because I have trouble making connections with people. I feel like people think that I'm aloof. I guess sometimes I do act like that. It's my own fault. I act aloof and use caustic sarcasm as a way to hide the fact that I have no idea how to act and that I actually am quite shy.
People have said that one of my great qualities is no fear to talk to strangers and a vast knowledge that allows me to relate to anyone. If only they knew.
Okay, so that was deeply personal, I'm so sorry that I just subjected you to that.
I love you all. Seriously.
Parting joke:
Why did the dolphin commit suicide?
Because his life had no porpoise!
Love and kisses,
L.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
It Is Continued...? (Only On Alternate Tuesdays, Though)
Yes it is. I am obsessed with a few things at the moment, actually. Firstly, however:
Gabi: It is your face. How did you know?
Eeshie: Eat some brownies, it will all be over soon :)
PeaceLoveAndSharpies: I CAN'T WAIT EITHER!!!! I'm SOOO excited!!!!! I LOVE ALL OF THEM!!!! Dear Maria was the first song I heard and after that I was hooked!
Anywho, I bet you are all on the edges of your seats, biting your fingernails and crying with anticipation, so here goes it.
Obsession #1: The phrase 'Shit just got real'. This may seem inconsequential, but it really isn't. I almost got in trouble for saying it right next to my principal. Thank God he is so oblivious he didn't even hear me. So, trouble averted, right? Wrong. I accidentally said it to my English teacher, but that didn't get me ground into a fine white powder. My English teacher is the man and he just laughed. So now that I've bored you to tears...
Obsession #2: These mango-cream popsicles minus the sticks from Trader Joe's. Holy Jesus are they delicious. They have cream and mango and no messy stick in the way and are all around deliciously delicious things.
Obsession #3: LIFEGOESON by Noah and the Whale. Listen to it, and I dare you not to sing along and get it stuck in your head for days on end. I DARE YOU!!! I DARE ALL OF YOU!!!!
Obsession #4: The weather where I live right now. It's freaky-deaky wackadoo up here in New England, folks. We had a tornado warning today (technically yesterday because I am lazy and didn't finish this when the tornado occurred. And it did occur. And it killed four people). A tornado warning. And there actually WAS a tornado. It touched down in a town very far from where I live, and it was very exciting for my little bro, who wants to be a storm chaser. When he heard that there was a tornado warning, he got so excited he almost peed himself. I'm not joking.
Obsession #5: This website. Get ready to get a hell of a lot better at insulting people, you infectious, unchin-snouted codpiece! (Brownies to whoever can tell me what an unchin is? Is it when people have really weak chins that shouldn't be considered chins, more like a neck tumor that never quite metastasized? Tell me if I'm right! And I will make you a brownie! For realz, yo.)
Obsession #6: The Yiddish language. I'm teaching myself Yiddish as just a shits and giggles kind of thing, but with deeper psychological reasons that I will have you all wondering about. I just love this language. It's literally six languages in one. It's got a little bit of everything. And I can guarantee that every single one of you uses Yiddish words every day. Examples: klutz - Yiddish; bagel - Yiddish; beatnik - partially Yiddish; schlep - Yiddish; schmuck - so Yiddish it hurts. See where I'm going? Besides, now I can call people mamzer, miskayt, arumloyfer, khazer, dumkopf, eyzel, and Ekeldikerparshoyn. Those are just some of my favorites. Mamzer means bastard. Teheheheeeee.
Obsession #7: This cocoa butter oil that I just bought. It smells really good, sort of like vanilla, and I use it in lieu of lotion. It makes me feel supermegafoxyawesomehot. And it smells like vanilla!
Obsession #8: Divergent, by Veronica Roth. I just finished reading it today, and honestly I'm stoked for her to write a sequel. It is a dystopian future novel and it's really good.
Obsession #9: Bo Burnham. I know, I know, y'all already know that I love Bo Burnham. But I found this one video of him. It's amazing... watch it. I laughed so hard. Honestly, he is one of the best comedians of my generation (even if he is about five years older than me, he is still in my generation. I can proudly say I was born before the iPod. And HD. And DVDs. Holy shit, I feel old.) and his career is so promising. He really reminds me of Demetri Martin. They both use a kind of humor called paraprosdokians. Here is a link to the wiki page, I don't feel like going into obsessive detail. (Haha, obsessive. This is ironic, because this whole post is about my current obsessions. Teheee) Basically, a paraprosdokian is the kind of sentence where you think it is going one way, but then at the end, something is said that changes the whole meaning of the sentence. Example - "I believe in the Zodiac. I'm a Leo; I love Titanic. There's something a little bit morbidly ironic, see my grandmother was a cancer, and she was actually killed by a giant crab." Weren't expecting that, were you? That's a paraprosdokian. But seriously, look up Demetri Martin. He's quietly hilarious. Seriously.
Obsession #10: I thought I'd end on an even number, due to my fear of odd numbers, which is known as Fear of Odd Numbers, which isn't cool or anything, but it does bring me to my final obsession. The names of fears. Example - Long Words; hippomonstrososesquipedaliaphobia. Palindromes; aibohphobia. Beards; pogonophobia. Peanut Butter Sticking To The Roof Of Your Mouth; arachibutyrophobia. Garlic; alliumphobia. Dancing; chorophobia. Walloons; walloonphobia. Just one question - What is a walloon?
So yeah, there are my obsession as of late. I hope that it was as disappointing as it should have been. I wish that I had cool obsessions but I don't. I get obsessed with mango popsicles and the names of fears. I don't know what an unchin or a walloon is. But I am still obsessed with them. What are you all obsessed with? Tell me! I vant to know!!!!
Parting joke:
"This summer I was at a pool party and I learned that there is a very small but very important difference between peeing in the pool, and peeing into the pool. LOCATION LOCATION LOCATION."
-Demetri Martin.
I have to go, but I love you all. Big sopping kisses to everyone!
Gabi: It is your face. How did you know?
Eeshie: Eat some brownies, it will all be over soon :)
PeaceLoveAndSharpies: I CAN'T WAIT EITHER!!!! I'm SOOO excited!!!!! I LOVE ALL OF THEM!!!! Dear Maria was the first song I heard and after that I was hooked!
Anywho, I bet you are all on the edges of your seats, biting your fingernails and crying with anticipation, so here goes it.
Obsession #1: The phrase 'Shit just got real'. This may seem inconsequential, but it really isn't. I almost got in trouble for saying it right next to my principal. Thank God he is so oblivious he didn't even hear me. So, trouble averted, right? Wrong. I accidentally said it to my English teacher, but that didn't get me ground into a fine white powder. My English teacher is the man and he just laughed. So now that I've bored you to tears...
Obsession #2: These mango-cream popsicles minus the sticks from Trader Joe's. Holy Jesus are they delicious. They have cream and mango and no messy stick in the way and are all around deliciously delicious things.
Obsession #3: LIFEGOESON by Noah and the Whale. Listen to it, and I dare you not to sing along and get it stuck in your head for days on end. I DARE YOU!!! I DARE ALL OF YOU!!!!
Obsession #4: The weather where I live right now. It's freaky-deaky wackadoo up here in New England, folks. We had a tornado warning today (technically yesterday because I am lazy and didn't finish this when the tornado occurred. And it did occur. And it killed four people). A tornado warning. And there actually WAS a tornado. It touched down in a town very far from where I live, and it was very exciting for my little bro, who wants to be a storm chaser. When he heard that there was a tornado warning, he got so excited he almost peed himself. I'm not joking.
Obsession #5: This website. Get ready to get a hell of a lot better at insulting people, you infectious, unchin-snouted codpiece! (Brownies to whoever can tell me what an unchin is? Is it when people have really weak chins that shouldn't be considered chins, more like a neck tumor that never quite metastasized? Tell me if I'm right! And I will make you a brownie! For realz, yo.)
Obsession #6: The Yiddish language. I'm teaching myself Yiddish as just a shits and giggles kind of thing, but with deeper psychological reasons that I will have you all wondering about. I just love this language. It's literally six languages in one. It's got a little bit of everything. And I can guarantee that every single one of you uses Yiddish words every day. Examples: klutz - Yiddish; bagel - Yiddish; beatnik - partially Yiddish; schlep - Yiddish; schmuck - so Yiddish it hurts. See where I'm going? Besides, now I can call people mamzer, miskayt, arumloyfer, khazer, dumkopf, eyzel, and Ekeldikerparshoyn. Those are just some of my favorites. Mamzer means bastard. Teheheheeeee.
Obsession #7: This cocoa butter oil that I just bought. It smells really good, sort of like vanilla, and I use it in lieu of lotion. It makes me feel supermegafoxyawesomehot. And it smells like vanilla!
Obsession #8: Divergent, by Veronica Roth. I just finished reading it today, and honestly I'm stoked for her to write a sequel. It is a dystopian future novel and it's really good.
Obsession #9: Bo Burnham. I know, I know, y'all already know that I love Bo Burnham. But I found this one video of him. It's amazing... watch it. I laughed so hard. Honestly, he is one of the best comedians of my generation (even if he is about five years older than me, he is still in my generation. I can proudly say I was born before the iPod. And HD. And DVDs. Holy shit, I feel old.) and his career is so promising. He really reminds me of Demetri Martin. They both use a kind of humor called paraprosdokians. Here is a link to the wiki page, I don't feel like going into obsessive detail. (Haha, obsessive. This is ironic, because this whole post is about my current obsessions. Teheee) Basically, a paraprosdokian is the kind of sentence where you think it is going one way, but then at the end, something is said that changes the whole meaning of the sentence. Example - "I believe in the Zodiac. I'm a Leo; I love Titanic. There's something a little bit morbidly ironic, see my grandmother was a cancer, and she was actually killed by a giant crab." Weren't expecting that, were you? That's a paraprosdokian. But seriously, look up Demetri Martin. He's quietly hilarious. Seriously.
Obsession #10: I thought I'd end on an even number, due to my fear of odd numbers, which is known as Fear of Odd Numbers, which isn't cool or anything, but it does bring me to my final obsession. The names of fears. Example - Long Words; hippomonstrososesquipedaliaphobia. Palindromes; aibohphobia. Beards; pogonophobia. Peanut Butter Sticking To The Roof Of Your Mouth; arachibutyrophobia. Garlic; alliumphobia. Dancing; chorophobia. Walloons; walloonphobia. Just one question - What is a walloon?
So yeah, there are my obsession as of late. I hope that it was as disappointing as it should have been. I wish that I had cool obsessions but I don't. I get obsessed with mango popsicles and the names of fears. I don't know what an unchin or a walloon is. But I am still obsessed with them. What are you all obsessed with? Tell me! I vant to know!!!!
Parting joke:
"This summer I was at a pool party and I learned that there is a very small but very important difference between peeing in the pool, and peeing into the pool. LOCATION LOCATION LOCATION."
-Demetri Martin.
I have to go, but I love you all. Big sopping kisses to everyone!
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