This faithful hairband has been on my wrist for almost a year now. He has saved me from hair in my mouth and sweat on the back of my neck countless times. Today his work came to an end. Rest in peace.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Sunday, August 31, 2014
a list of my favorite books
1.
The
Bartemeus Trilogy, Johnathan Stroud
2.
The Count
of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
3.
His Dark
Materials, Phillip Pullman
4.
On The Jellico
Road, Melina Marchetta
5.
Mistborn
Trilogy, Brandon Sanderson
6.
Let the
Right One In, John Ajvide Lindqvist
7.
Warbreaker,
Brandon Sanderson
8.
Steelheart,
Brandon Sanderson
9.
The
Stormlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
10.
The Raven
Boys, Maggie Stiefvater
11.
East,
Edith Pattou
12.
Harry
Potter, J.K. Rowling
13.
Vampire
Academy, Richelle Mead
14.
Bloodlines,
Richelle Mead
15.
Daughter
of Smoke and Bone, Laini Taylor
16.
Coraline,
Neil Gaiman
17.
Revolution,
Jennifer Donnelley
18.
Jane Eyre,
Charlotte Bronte
19.
Eragon,
Christopher Paolini
20.
Percy
Jackson, Rick Riordan
21.
Howl’s
Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones
22.
Frankenstein,
Mary Shelly
23.
A Great
and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray
24.
Lord of
the Flies, William Golding
25.
Wuthering
Heights, Emily Bronte
26.
Ella
Enchanted, Gail Carson Levine
27.
Ender’s
Game, Orson Scott Card
28.
The Hobbit,
J.R.R. Tolkien
29.
The
Scorpio Races, Maggie Stiefvater
30.
Penryn and
the End of Days, Susan Ee
31.
The Darkangel
Trilogy, Meredith Ann Pierce
32.
The Thin
Executioner, Darren Shan
33.
A
Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess
34.
The Book
Thief, Markus Zusak
35.
Twelfth
Night, William Shakespeare
36.
Entwined,
Heather Dixon
37.
If I Stay,
Gayle Forman
38.
Walk Two
Moons, Sharon Creech
39.
An
Abundance of Katherines, John Green
40.
The Fault
in our Stars, John Green
41.
Enchanted
Forrest Chronicles, Patricia C. Wrede
Wanted: Name for Fabulous Houseplant
What should I name it? Right now I'm kinda thinking "Malvolio".
a post because Jessica told me to
I am probably the worst blogger in the history of blogging. But never mind that.
As a preface to the story I am about to tell, last January, I decided to follow my life-long dreams and become an English/Creative Writing major instead of following the extremely boring path of Electrical Engineering.
My first semester at college (when I was still intimidated by things such as "the job market" and "being a starving artist"), I met this guy who was from somewhere in Africa (Ethiopia?) who was also part of the wonderful electrical engineering program. We met in the Junction and discussed our mutual engineering-ness and other such things. I saw him from time to time; basically we had the sort of relationship where I would wave as I passed him on the sidewalk and he would nod in return. I only really ever had that one conversation with him.
Last week the new semester started, and I was going happily along, excited for my schedule full of English and Literature classes. As I was walking, I saw this man again. As we were walking in the same direction, there was plenty of time for some conversation instead of the usual head nod. I was actually surprised that he remembered my name and such as it had been almost a year since we talked.
Anyway, it came up that I was no longer an engineering major. I'm not sure what sort of reaction I was expecting for this news, but I was definitely not expecting a lecture. For the extent of walking from somewhere around the education building to the library, I got to hear the reasons why engineering was the best major, and switching to English basically meant I was throwing my life away and giving up my one chance to change the world.
Well, thanks for that.
I'm not sure if there's actually anything interesting about that story, except for this: don't criticize people when they've finally gained the courage to follow their heart instead of going along with the expected "job stability" course, even if your intentions are good. It's not cool.
As a preface to the story I am about to tell, last January, I decided to follow my life-long dreams and become an English/Creative Writing major instead of following the extremely boring path of Electrical Engineering.
My first semester at college (when I was still intimidated by things such as "the job market" and "being a starving artist"), I met this guy who was from somewhere in Africa (Ethiopia?) who was also part of the wonderful electrical engineering program. We met in the Junction and discussed our mutual engineering-ness and other such things. I saw him from time to time; basically we had the sort of relationship where I would wave as I passed him on the sidewalk and he would nod in return. I only really ever had that one conversation with him.
Last week the new semester started, and I was going happily along, excited for my schedule full of English and Literature classes. As I was walking, I saw this man again. As we were walking in the same direction, there was plenty of time for some conversation instead of the usual head nod. I was actually surprised that he remembered my name and such as it had been almost a year since we talked.
Anyway, it came up that I was no longer an engineering major. I'm not sure what sort of reaction I was expecting for this news, but I was definitely not expecting a lecture. For the extent of walking from somewhere around the education building to the library, I got to hear the reasons why engineering was the best major, and switching to English basically meant I was throwing my life away and giving up my one chance to change the world.
Well, thanks for that.
I'm not sure if there's actually anything interesting about that story, except for this: don't criticize people when they've finally gained the courage to follow their heart instead of going along with the expected "job stability" course, even if your intentions are good. It's not cool.
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