Nostalgia

I was just walking through the house and - you know how sometimes certain smells make you think of a certain thing? I smelled ... my cousin's house when we were little. I can't really describe it, but I just got a flash of being six years old sleeping over at my aunt's. It smelled like apple juice and play dough and popcorn and Vegi Tales playing in the background, though that's not so much a smell as part of the memory. Smelled like summer. Hmm. Maybe that's just a little kid smell?

I get that quite a bit actually - certain smells suddenly remind me of a certain memory. Even when I'm not certain what exactly it is that I'm remembering. Isn't it weird how your sense of smell is often linked to memories? You wouldn't think it, but it is.

Anyway, leaving in a few minutes for a writer's critique group. Again, slightly intimidated. Just remembered that I hadn't blogged in a few days, and so should really get back into that. Again.

Might add more to this when I get home, but if not, I bid thee farewell.

'Mallow

Story time again!

Sarah wonders what kind of topic she could choose to make a passable blog post today. Sarah remembers fondly her third-person-intro days and decides to reinstate that practice. She isn't quite sure how this blog is gonna turn out to be, but will just go with it.

Sarah has been informed that she is to drop everything and continue the story started at this post: http://larienvalar.blogspot.com/2010/05/storytelling-time-shut-up-sare-im.html
And so she does.

As it turned out, the reason the funny-looking men were arguing because one group of them had declared that the sky was exactly the color of an amethyst, while another group decided that the sky more resembled Violet Beauregard. This was the beginning of the Great War of Colors that lasted many years and ran many potato farmers out of business.

Amid the Great War of Color, no one noticed the small bunch of the funny-looking men that saw the sky as a sapphire. They were mostly written off as crazy, and faded from thought.

The people dreaming this hardly cared what exactly the fight was about, they only wished it to stop disrupting their otherwise peaceful sleep. None of them would stop dreaming though; bad things happened to people when they stopped dreaming.

Currently, one particular person was in a rather intense argument with one of the funny-looking people of her dreams. She crossed her arms, glaring at the leprechaun, and said, "...

Stereotypically me ...

So, I forgot exactly what I was going to say in response to Lauren's rant on society and stereotypes and stupid people, but I've been thinking a lot a out stereotypes and how they affect people, so I'll ramble a bit.

Stereotype is inescapable. No matter what a person does, there is always a stereotype about it. You're a writer? You must sit in Starbucks all day so people can see you writing. You're homeschooled? You must never change out of your pajamas. You're unique? Just like everyone else.

Now, I'm not saying everyone believes these stereotypes. I'm not saying these stereotypes are accurate. I'm just saying that there's always an image and an idea that precedes actually knowing any particular thing.

In my life I do my best to avoid stereotypes, and not let them affect the decisions I make or what I do. But then things like High School Musical happen (see Lauren's entry), and I'm forced to reexamine my reason for not wanting to watch it in the first place. It is partly because of the stereotype of "Teenagers will watch teen-movies." and me generally avoiding that. But it's partly because, it just didn't interest me. I'm not objecting to watching it - I'm not saying I'll never watch it. I just haven't before, and so, can't pass negative judgement. (Sure, I'll give skeptical looks, because, well, it's a teen-movie and therefore, following stereotypes, must be scoffed at.)

And so, in avoiding one stereotype I've sorta fallen into the anti-stereotpye. And THOSE are fun to bash.

Let's use Twilight as an example! (Because, you know when you say the word 'bash' that Twilight will soon follow.) We've got the fans; the hardcore Team Twilight fangirl/boys. And thats fine. Have fun with that, whatever. That's their thing.

(It's a stupid and stereotypically teenaged thing, but I digress.)

On the opposite end of the scale we've got the Anti-Twilight people. I suppose in response to the huge fanbase Twilight has generated, there's an equally large anti-fanbase. These people spend their time bashing and nitpicking and looking for any flaw Twilight has. So much focus and energy is put into hating Twilight that, quite honestly, is a waste to put into something you hate.

So, I guess what I'm saying is that by avoiding one end of the spectrum, you fall into the other. Not always, but for the most part: You. Cannot. Escape. The. Stereotypes.

Blah

So, I was going to update today and sort of reply to Lauren's post yesterday about society and hypocrites and stuff, but I'm writing now, so this post will be rushed and no good, but I want to post now or I will forget and that would suck.

I won't promise to come back and write a better post than this because I never do.

So you get this.

Sorry.

I fail.

Fandoms

I am currently on my fifth cough drop in the last ... half hour? Cough drops are the only thing allowing me to be conscious. I love them.

Aside from that, I have nothing to report.

I am sitting in my room. I ate breakfast. I should do some homework.

I was on youtube and came across some Dr Who vids, which lead to sad Doctor/Rose vids which made me sad. Charlie made a vid about Dr Who! That was very happy-making.

Hahah, an AVPM song just came on in iTunes and made me grin hugely. "I wanna take you up to Winnipeg ... that's in Canada ... you know."

I love my fandoms. xD

Might come back and blog betterly later.

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'Mallowmar

Updates updates

So, I'm going to catch you up with everything that's been going on that I can think of, and then keep you updated, because Glind has agreed to kick me if I don't.

I'm slightly scared by this, but I'm being brave. A Glind is a scary, scary thing.

So ... writing wise ... I have too many things going on. Mid-rewrite on Truths, thats fun. (Not even 'mid.' I haven't worked on that in like a week ... xd) I think I dreamed of that cast last night; I don't really remember.
I've got a plot for a story I sorta started a while ago; picking up on that one now, (Black and White City inspiration.) it's probably called "The World As We Knew It." I'm loving it so far.
I started a story with Taylor - Metallurgy. That's also really fun, but I need to ... start it. I've gotten a couple hundred words. I should continue. I'm horrible. I love how it was pretty much born out of an idle question that just exploded. Things like that tend to happen when you talk to Taylor.
Aside from those actual stories that i actually see going any place, I scribble a ridiculous amount of STUFF that will never go anywhere. Such as crappy fanfic. And half formulated ideas. And music that makes you wanna write.

I've got JulNo inspiration! It's brilliant! We're doing a project where we each find fifty pictures (a picture's worth a thousand words, right?) and write at least a thousand words on it. And to make it more of a surprise, we're finding a different person's pictures, and giving it to them two at a time. So we're pretty much getting two pictures a day and writing whatever they inspire. (While probably holding down some sort of plot.) I'm really enthused about that. Will definitely keep you updated on that.

Talan is on my mind. Uhhuh. Let me explain. ... Well. It's kind of unexplainable unless you're ... us. Meghan is my character. Talbot is Taylor's character. Lauren, for some reason known only to her, has decided that they are now a couple. At least within Complex world. (Complex is something that I shall explain later. Probably.) So they are now a couple. And it's in. My. Head.
Truths (and AtG!) isn't even FINISHED and there's already fanfic and crossovers ... O tempora o mores!

Okay, so I realize that I'm like, "I'm going to catch you up with my life!" and then I talk about writing. Must mean that my life is really boring and all I do is write. I'm trying to think of a way to combat that opinion, but I can't think of anything that proves the point that I actually DO stuff.

Nah, in all seriousness, my life hasn't been uber exciting, aside from my jaunt to PA. That was thrilling. Homework is happening. I'm sick. Uh ... Oh! My mom went to Hawai'i. To visit her friend. And also to get a tattoo. It's really pretty. She got me a ring. More on that later.

That's all.
<3
'Mallowmar

HEY I FORGOT

I said I was gonna update every day, didn't I?

Well, I forgot.

Really

I'm going to blog.

Every day.

Again.

For real.

Day 8 - The Leaving

THIS IS NOT COOL.

See, I'm sitting at the airport - again. And I'm sad, cause I have to leave my stars, my love, my Lauren.

I just saw my nails in the reflection of my screen and smiled. xD Goblin-colored nails = win.

There's a little girl running around dragging a tennis racket, and she's really cute.

But I'm still not happy.

My solution is that Glinda should just move to california. PA is too cold in the winter, therefore, the only solution is for her to move here with me and then we could be happy all the time.

But maybe with less sugar. A lot less.

Glind is scary when she's on a sugar high.

Maybe scarier when she crashes.

It's like HI IM BOUNCY LETS GO DESTROY STU -- *snores* which leaves me going *wiplash*

xD Kidding babes, I love you.

Anyway. I'm downloading some Who to watch on the plane, which will make me happier.

And I'm going to sign off now.

Still sad.

Miss you Glinds.