- July was considerably cooler than the end of June.
- It was filled with cloudless days and a few rainstorms.
- I wrote a lot.
- Like, a lot. Not as much as a NaNo month, but definitely... what, 9K?
- Okay, I'm lying. I only thought I wrote a lot. Turns out I only wrote about 4K words, and most of those were towards the end of July.
- The fair.
- My family left me, my dad and Hope at home for one night. It was peaceful.
- The Olympics started, and I found out just how much I dislike the commentators. It's like they get paid by the syllable.
- I still like making lists.
- It wasn't humid, but the sun baked your skin if you stood out in direct sunshine for too long.
- Camp NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow. I'm attempting it once more with some of my writing buddies, in the hopes that I can come out of it with at least some sort of usable manuscript.
- School starts next month.
- I'm actually attending high school. Maybe.
- Who knows? I might still homeschool.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
So last night, I participated in the Fair Queen contest. I was a little nervous to begin with, but then I realized that everybody else felt the same, and then I just sort of... stopped. I made sure to be super nice to everybody because none of the other contestants were doing that to each other and I thought we all needed a bit of encouragement, so before and after everybody did their events I made sure to wish them good luck (and also a good job).
Interview was the biggest portion of the competition that I was worried about. I thought I did okay (I know I didn't tank it or anything, at least--or maybe I did. It's extremely hard to judge yourself), and the judges were all incredibly nice. It was actually sort of enjoyable.
|My interview outfit. Just look at the pageant mom glaring at me in the background. Hi, Nancy! Your daughter sprayed all of my stuff down with air freshener at camp when we roomed together! Tell her I said hi and that I hold no hard feelings!|
Second was talent, and since I like performing in front of people (large quantities of people, not just a few family members), it was fun too. Everybody laughed at my jokes--which was good, because as I was number one on every portion of the contest, I had to warm up the audience.
By the time we got to the modelling portion of the competition, I stopped worrying so much. I had great clothes and a smile to match, and so I'm sure I did good.
|The girl next to me had a really pretty dress.|
Altogether, I really enjoyed the contest. The judges were nice, the crowd was great, and the contestants were friendly and beautiful in their dresses. If I don't win this year, I'm definitely going to compete next year. And the next.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Because I'm a good internet friend, I'm participating in NevilleGil's Wear the Shnorts day. It's where you post a photo of yourself wearing your favorite pair of... shorts.
I don't really like to wear shorts, but because I was out of pants I had to wear these. So I figured these would work nicely. Anyway, I'm sorry this is a little late, but I still participated.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
(Just as a bit of background nonsense, this is my comic routine for the Fair Queen contest that I'm obsessing about. Please leave in the comments whether you think it's sufficient.)
" Hello, all! My name is Hannah [last name] and this will be a comic routine. I apologize in advance for the cheesy jokes that you're about to hear. Though, to be honest, the cheesiest jokes are always the ones I most enjoy, so maybe it'll be the same for you.
Here we go:
- Many people quit looking for work when they find a job.
- Argon walks into a bar. The bartender says, “We don’t serve noble gases here!” Argon doesn’t react.
- A day without sunshine is, like, night.
- If at first you don’t succeed, then skydiving isn’t for you.
- The calendar’s days are numbered.
- A rubber band pistol was confiscated in algebra class the other day. It was a weapon of math destruction.
- I was wondering why the Frisbee was getting closer, and then it hit me.
- Wanna hear a joke about pizza? Never mind; it’s too cheesy.
- A duck walks into a bar wearing one shoe. The bartender says, “Hey! You lost a shoe!” and the duck says, “No, I found one.”
- Did you hear about the blue ship and the red ship that collided? Well, all of the sailors were marooned.
- I intend to live forever. So far, so good.
- There are two muffins in an oven. One says, “Wow, it’s really hot in here.” And the other one says, “Holy cow a talking muffin!”
- There are ten types of people in the world: Those who know binary, and those who don’t.
- Death is hereditary.
- There was a pirate walking down the street the other day with a paper towel on his head. So I ask him, “What’s with the paper towel?” “Arr, I got a Bounty on me head.”
- I wish to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather… not screaming, like his passengers.
- Did you hear about that guy who got the entire left side of his body chopped off? Yeah, well, he’s all right now.
- I was going to tell a joke about chemistry, but I was worried I wouldn’t get a reaction.
- Yeah, all the good ones Argon.
- Two snowmen are sitting in a field. One says, “Hmm. Smells like carrots.”
- A magician was driving down a road. Then he turned into a driveway.
- If All is not lost, then where is it?
- When a clock is still hungry, it goes back four seconds.
- I gave my cat a bath the other day. He seemed to like it, but it was weird for me because all the fur stuck to my tongue.
- If you ever see someone wearing 3-D glasses outside of a movie theater, throw something at them. It’s what they want!
- There is a light at the end of every tunnel. Just pray it’s not a train.
- What’s the difference between Snooki and The Lorax? One’s short, orange, and has a moustache—and the other one’s a Lorax.
- I personally cry when I’m cutting up carrots so that onions don’t think they’re ugly.
And on that note, thank you for the polite laughter! I'll see you when I parade back onto the stage with the rest of the girls! "
... Yeah, I think it might need a bit of improvement. Oh well.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Picture/ Photo Find
Something I Did
Well, I did it. I signed up the the annual Fair Queen competition. I filled out the form with a borrowed pen and turned it in to my town's Extension Office on the day it was due. My sister also decided to sign up, after quite a bit of persuasion from our Grandma (love you!).
I'm nervous. Like, really, really nervous. I'm trying to act as though I've got this contest in the bag and I'm going to win by a landslide, but on the inside, whenever I think about it my stomach twists up in tight knots and I start to breathe funny, as though I've just seen a ghost or something just as peculiar.
I want to win. I've wanted to win for over a year now, ever since last year when Minerva McGonagall* won the pageant with her condescending attitude and her stubborn refusal to ride a highly trained horse around the arena at the rodeo. I'm confident that I have a good chance of winning, even though I will be a freshman next year and I think they prefer to give the award to some senior who won't be able to participate the next year. But even though they've got the upper hand, I think if I play my cards just right, I might, might, squeeze myself into first. And if not first, then second.
A Writer Thing
Why is it that for the fair, I had to enter three short stories? I've got nothing prepared that I'm willing to let the entire populace of my [small] town read, and though my mom thinks that I've just got stories lying around that I've already written (I do, but that's not the point), I still don't want anyone except my Figment readers to read them. Plus, as an added bonus, these will be judged and given ribbons!
What if I get a... white?
Heck, what if I get a blue? I know for a fact that I won't be satisfied with anything but a purple.
No new story ideas are rushing into my head, either. Flax Golden Tales have done this to me. They've sucked all the inspiration out of my brain, and now anything that even remotely relates to one of them is immediately shunned away and considered 'unoriginal.'
Although, to put an immediate glossy spin on this downside, now everything that I write has to have a gripping plot, otherwise I don't want to write it. So my writing has gotten leaps and bounds more interesting than what it was, and I believe that it's getting to where maybe I can finish a novel, revise the heck out of it, and start querying agents. Who knows?
(By the way, there will be no Flax Golden Tale this week due to the frenzied writing of three other stories plus my comedy routine for the Fair Queen contest.)
Video I can't Stop Watching
Yes, it's weird. By now you've realized that I'm weird. I love the shots when Shawna's facing the camera, and one of her eyes is glowing. It looks so feral and cool and I really like this video.
* Though her first name was Minerva, her last name was not McGonagall.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
I won another blogging award from my internet friend NevilleGirl. So, first and foremost, thanks and stuff!
- You must link to the blog you received the award from.
- You must answer all the questions.
- You must pass it onto at least one other Amazeballs Blogger, the more the merrier.
- You must remember to tell the recipients that you nominated them, whether by commenting on their blogs, PMing them if you know them on a different site, or other methods.
- You must be amazeballs!
- What are your favorite song lyrics? Song lyrics? You must be joking. Sure, I listen to music, but I never actually, like favorite any of the lyrics. So I'm going to pass this question up and just deduce that Neville will forgive me. That or sic Bellatrix Lestrange on me.
- What is your favorite book/book series? Harry Potter. Always.
- What is your favorite movie/TV series? Once Upon a Time.
- Who inspires you? Myself!
- What is your dream job? I would like to become a reasonably well-known author and eat scones in England for a living, but I might have to pass up the 'reasonably well-known' part and just settle on 'scones.' Yum.
- Alison at Books Were my First Friends.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
It's impossible to say that I hate this country. But sometimes I do.
I hate how the government can put you in jail for life without a trial if they suspect you might be a terrorist. I hate how the media is blatantly ignoring Ron Paul because they've decided he won't become president. And I hate how we're trillions of dollars in debt with other countries, and the only thing we're worrying about right now is whether to let gays marry.
I also hate how Oreos have gotten so expensive.
And so, on that note, I would like to say that not all of the time I hate the USA. We're the best at sports when the Olympics roll around (yes I am being cocky) even though no one in this nation cares about Soccer besides John Green and a few other enthusiasts. We're great at burning money--I mean, holding firework displays--and it's rather lovely to watch the exploding lights blaze through the air when I'm not afraid that our house is going to burn down due to drought.
Though the UK does have JK Rowling. So maybe they're the better nation after all.