Great White Snark: March 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

JOYFUL AND TRIUMPHANT.


I got a ticket to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

I got a ticket to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

I got a ticket to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.


FOR FREE.


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Fangirling

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Fierce!

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Stood in line, in the COLD rain, for two and a half hours, but it's so gonna be worth it. Also, I've never been to Universal Studios (been to Islands of Adventure though!), so I'm pretty excited.

This may be the first USEFUL thing UCF's ever done for me. :)))

It's gonna be TOTALLY AWESOME.
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Friday, March 25, 2011

...for beauty is found within.



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Words of wisdom from the incomparable Audrey Hepburn. If you're in the market for a role model, look no further. She was a pretty stellar human being.

Have a marvelous weekend!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Hufflepug.



Had a bit of a Bixby scare today.

Bixby is a really lousy swimmer. This is fact. Once, last summer, when he was still quite a baby, he accidentally fell in the pool. And instead of even trying to doggie paddle, he just sunk. Like a rock. And he looks up at you as he's sinking to the bottom of the pool, and it's just like, "This is it, I guess I'm dead." He doesn't even TRY.

Well, he fell in again today. He's a lot bigger now, but he did the EXACT same thing. He just plopped in and started to sink. He has ZERO swimming instincts. He's an instinct fail.

Luckily, my Mom dragged him out and he's fine (just a little wet and bothered). But I think this summer I'll have to bring him in the pool and try to teach him to swim. Just a little bit. Like, maybe just to move his legs in the water or something. It's really pathetic.

He has a lot of little personality quirks. He collects rocks on his walks. He picks them up in his mouth and carries them home and puts them in a pile with the other stuff he collects. He had a small pile going outside on the pool deck, and one day it started to rain. So he goes out there, and one by one carries the rocks up under the eaves by the door. To keep them safe. While I think this habit is adorable and completely harmless, it drives my Mom crazy for some reason, so she's always tossing out his rock collections. He doesn't seem to mind, though. He just gathers more. I think he's building something when no one's looking.

My dad says he wears his heart on his sleeve, and this is utterly true. He cries about everything. When you give him a treat or a toy, he runs around crying because he's so happy with it. After he got out of the pool today, he sat on the pool deck crying because he was so upset. He cries when I leave for school. He cries when my car pulls up in the driveway. He's SUPER emotional.

I LOVE him. He is utterly ridiculous, not highly intelligent, and a really lousy watch dog, but he acts like I am God's gift to the Earth, and frankly, I'm not about to complain about it. He's such a little sweetie. And so different from Sassy. In EVERY way, which I think was good for me.

Let it put it this way: Sassy was a Slytherin. Bixby is a Hufflepuff.

UCF colors = Hufflepuff colors. Just sayin'.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

"If I have any worth, it is to live my life for God so as to teach these peoples; even though some of them still look down on me."



It's St. Patrick's Day! Here's a GIF of a pug tormenting a leprechaun!
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And one of my favorite Irish songs, for your pleasure:

Enjoy today!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God...


"...and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."


I'm sure you've all heard about the horrendous tragedies affecting Japan. They are a reminder that regardless of all our advances, humanity is a small and helpless thing against the forces of nature. The trifecta of tragedies (earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear reactions) which still plague Japan are insurmountable, but here are some small ways in which we can help:

-The American Red Cross was among the first groups to offer relief in Japan, and their efforts continue to bring help to those in need.

-Catholic Relief Services has correspondents around the world, including the Pacific Circle, and have already started their relief efforts.

-Doctors Without Borders is one of my favorite charities because they send trained medical personnel into areas that are starved for medical care. They were tenacious in their efforts with the Haitian earthquake, and I don't doubt they'll do the same with Japan.

-I usually hate it when people (especially celebs) try to sell something for a good cause, but Lady Gaga is selling a wristband/bracelet, all the proceeds from which will go towards Japanese relief efforts. Regardless of your feelings towards Lady Gaga, here's the thing: she has probably one of the largest fanbases in the WORLD, and if all of her "little monsters" spent $5 on a bracelet, the results would be extremely helpful. Regardless of the fact that her wardrobe consists of underwear as outerwear, sequined masks, and a giant egg, her fans managed to raise over half a million dollars for Haiti, and I'm sure they would do the same for Japan. Way to make the most of having a voice people listen to, Gaga.

-Finally, a friend of mine plays these incredible instruments called pan drums, and he's compiling a CD with other hand pan artists to benefit Japanese aid. You can listen to the awesome, very chill music here and check back on updates regarding the CD here.

Most importantly, even if you can't afford to donate, keep Japan and its people in your thoughts and prayers.

If you know of any other ways to help, PLEASE leave a comment! Spreading the word is the first step. :)

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Once by the Ocean



"Once by the Ocean," by Robert Frost
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.


I just like this poem and wanted to share. :)

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Mansfield Park, aka: Why I Didn't Think It Was Possible to Hate an Austen Book But Was Wrong.


I just finished my unit on Mansfield Park.

I also committed the Cardinal Sin of English majors and students in general.

I watched the movie instead of finishing the book.
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"Don't clap."
This is not a moment I am proud of.

But Jane Austen: COME ON!!! I got 32 chapters into this book and NOTHING. HAPPENED. Like, really. It's probably one of the most uneventful and BORING novels I've ever had to read! And here I thought Jane Austen was perfect. She was a Goddess amongst authoresses. She could do no wrong.

Oh, but she did. And it's called MANSFIELD FREAKING PARK.

Plot Summary: Little poor girl goes to live with her rich aunts, uncle and cousins. She gets made fun of. It sucks. She falls in love WITH HER COUSIN. They grow up. Gratuitous mention of slavery. Enter two bad guys from London. Havoc ensues in the form of "scandalous" plays and toying with emotions. More nonsense happens. Aforementioned cousin becomes a pastor. One really weird and nostalgic trip back home, one wrecked marriage and FORTY-EIGHT chapters later, Fanny Price gets to marry her cousin. And no one CARED.

The reason this books sucks, ultimately, is because Fanny Price is a failure of an Austen heroine. She's sickly, for one. She's all quiet and submissive and opinionless for another. Oh, and did I mention SHE FALLS FOR HER FIRST COUSIN???

INCEST, JANE AUSTEN??? REALLY???
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Not to mention, my computer crashed when I was on the last question of my online quiz for this sorry excuse of a novel. Overall, the whole experience was quite unpleasant. I'd liken it to swallowing squids, only I've never actually done that. But this book just writhes and slithers down your throat, leaving you feeling thoroughly creeped out and wishing you'd done something else instead.



Up next: Emma. Here's hoping it's better. :)

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

WANTED:



"Date a Girl Who Reads," by Rosemarie Urquico

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.


{Reblogged from my lovely friend at Star Girl Wonders.}

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Don't be a drag, just be a queen.


So, my hair's in a really awkward grow-out phase. This is the lot of the Woman and Her Hair. When it's long, we dream of chopping it all off in favor of less work, a la Emma Watson. Then we do it, realize that it's probably more work than having it long and start to wonder just how immoral prostitution really is, and if that's maybe okay so we can afford extensions in favor of AVOIDING the awkward grow-out phase. But most of us decide that pushing drugs and selling ourselves is morally reprehensible, even for the sake of good hair. And so we end up looking like we have sixteen year old boy hair. Well, I'm neither 16 nor a boy, so I think that just means my hair looks lame.

ENTER THE POINT OF THIS POST: I wish that wigs weren't passé in modern society. If you're anyone but a cancer victim and you wear a wig, there's like this weird connotation like you should be grateful you have hair so how dare you wear one. Or if you're not black. For black women who are sick of dealing with their hair, they get a wig pass, and it's okay. But white girls with a healthy head of hair are discouraged from wearing wigs on any day other than Halloween, and this saddens me. I'd like a whole WIG WARDROBE. These are some of the ones I'd own:

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Hell yes this is a Marie Antoinette wig. And I would wear this with jeans and act like nothing was out of the ordinary. And then I wonder why I'm still single. ;D

And yeah...this is the White Queen from Burton's "Alice in Wonderland." I like white hair...SO WHAT, WHO CARES.


^^ This one is my FAVORITE. How cute?!?


Cosplay wigs are fun because then you look like a real life anime character. Clearly, this is something to aspire to.

I also like this in "blonde and burgundy" and this one in "aurora," for when I couldn't decide what color I'd like my hair to be.

:)))

Wouldn't this be fun?? It's perfectly styled and colored hair with no damage to YOUR hair in like, three seconds. SOCIETY. MAKE WIGS POPULAR AGAIN, THANKS.