Books and real life

Fictional books are very different from real life. As an avid reader, I would love to have a life of the average heroine.

You know, slaying dragons and saving the world all by myself.

However, that isn’t real life. Books are just one perspective on something that didn’t actually happen. Fictional books take out the boring parts of life and usually have a perfectly happy ending.

I think that while my life is not like a book in the slaying dragons way or in the there-aren’t-any-boring-moments-in-my-life way, there are parts of my life that are like a book.

Consider this: every day we get up and do something. We go to work or school or stay home. But we get up. Some people achieve things. Some people fall in love. Some people conquer fears.

We might not slay any dragons as part of our daily routine. But…maybe we overcome our fear of spiders by killing the one lurking in our bathroom.

Maybe we try a little harder or do something more. Maybe we learn and change and overcome hardships. Maybe we exaggerate a wee bit so that our lives seem more like a book.

Maybe our lives really are just a little bit like a book, simply on a smaller scale. Maybe, just maybe, it’s all about how we look at it.

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“He explained to me with great insistence that every question posessed a power that did not lie in the answer.”
― Elie Wiesel, Night

Questions have power. I think this quote is one of my favorites simply because it is fascinating.

Personally, I have always been a fan of the question. I ask questions all the time. (Just ask my Mom.) I sometimes get the inkling that most people left this continuous question-asking stage a long time ago. Like when they were two or three.

I missed the memo, apparently.

However, I will stand by my statement that questions are fascinating. They can help you get to know someone. Questions lead to conversation.They can help you understand people. They can make you smarter. Questions can make you wonder and wonder and wonder. Questions can have a sort of power over people. And, of course, my (sometimes) favorite part:

Questions can lead you to more questions.

And what would we do without more questions?

“He explained t…

Discovering Steampunk

Recently, I stole some sleeping time to read Etiquette and Espionage. The book was really quite interesting, with a young girl from an alternate, fantasy-like world being sent off to finishing school where they not only teach how to be a lady but also how to be a spy.

The plot reminded my of my favorite author, Ally Carter, and her books about the Gallagher Girls (“I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You”).

The difference between the two books comes with the sub-genre, Steampunk. I had no idea what Steampunk was until very recently. Boy, was I missing out! I deduced what it was when I was reading Gail Carriger’s blog and perusing her site.  (Check it out: http://www.gailcarriger.com/) I saw her apparent love for the sub-genre and did some more research.

Steampunk is also a style/fashion besides being a fictional alternate universe in novels. It is ever so cool! I plan to buy out the  Steampunk boot industry when I get a chance, and, you know, the money.

Steampunk is also something that I’ve encountered before, unwittingly. Listed are some common examples of steampunk books and movies (from various sites I came upon after a Google search)

The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman (book and movie)

Leviathan, Scott Westerfeld (book)

The Girl in the Steel Corset, Kady Cross (book)

The Time Machine, H.G. Wells (book)

Clockwork Angel, Cassandra Claire (book)

The City of Ember, Jeanne DuPrau (book)

A Series of Unfortunate Events, Lemony Snicket (movie)

Wild Wild West (movie)

Cool, huh?

I thought so, too.

Thoughtful Song

I love the Song “I Got Nothin'” by Darius Rucker. I mean, it’s actually kind of sweet in a we-are-breaking-up sort of way.

Probably, I just like it for his voice.

Regardless of why I like the song, it got me to thinkin’. I doubt I would have thought quite so deeply about it all if I didn’t have any homework to get done…But, I do. And I really don’t want to read another page of any book. At all.

Anyhow, does anyone ever really have “nothing’? I mean, even if you have some weird head injury that causes you to lose your memory (or if people mess with your brain like in The Maze Runner by James Dashner) you still have a brain and a body. The same is true if you lose all of your money.

So does that mean it’s all about perspective? As in, someone may think they have nothing when they really do have something? Or maybe one thing a person has outshines all others, yet makes everything else worth it at the same time so that if you took that first thing away, everything else would add to nothing?

I seriously don’t know.

Back to reading.

Numbers, Names, and Mistakes

Asking for the cell phone number-

Remembering a name-

Admitting a mistake-

Where is the correlation? What makes the three things listed above similar? Figured it out yet?

They are all hard to do. They all take courage. Sometimes they can be so much easier than anticipated, but who ever anticipates that? I know I don’t. All the worrying and heart racing beforehand? Often, just for nothing.

Sometimes I don’t want to think about doing those things. Unfortunately, they still come to mind and by the time I’ve forgotten them? Bing, they are back.

Sometimes it can be really easy to make one of them into a joke to calm the mood. But in the end, that just makes it harder. It makes it worse.

I may be the only person who thinks those things are often hard, but I seriously doubt it. Whenever I think I am the only person who does something, I usually end up wrong (And who wants to be wrong?).

So, my new plan? Admit more mistakes to make it easier on others. Never assume that someone is kidding when they say they can’t remember your name or if they ask for your number.

Maybe this won’t make a difference. Maybe I’ll be the only one who ever uses my plan.

Then again, maybe I won’t.

Five Items

I’ve decided to compile a list of the top five, most useful items I brought to college.

1. Mini Highlighter-It is very helpful to have a handy highlighter in my backpack to highlight things in books during class if the teacher mentions anything specific. I would not want to take my other four highlighters everywhere because take up space in my backpack (although they are VERY helpful as well).

2. Closet Organizer-I have a lot of stuff and being able to put it in little compartments that hang from the bar in my closet is a mess-saver.

3. Multi-Color Pen-I use this pen to take notes in my classes and it makes my notes look much cleaner and easier to study.

4. Granola Bars-I eat on the run constantly and having something to quench my hunger can save me the time it would take to run to my dorm or a gas station.

5. Blender-I can take fruit in a to-go box from the cafeteria and make a smoothie, I only need to add ice or vanilla yogurt. Smoothies are yummy, nutritional, and cheap.

These things seem really random and boring, but have been really nice to have.

Embarrassing Moments

Towards the end of High School, I was very comfortable with all of my friends. I knew that if I did anything embarrassing, they wouldn’t judge me (too much) and that they wouldn’t make fun of me for it (that often).

Now it is different. I do not know these new college people very well. When I do something embarrassing, they don’t know that it’s an average, day-to-day thing for me. Thus, I was hoping that any new, humiliating moments would wait to arrive until I had settled in and made friends. Then, when those moments did happen, people would already be stuck as my friend.

Things just didn’t go like that. I should have known…

The following is a list of the embarrassing things I’ve done in my first 10 days of college. I think that I am going to run out of embarrassing things to do pretty soon (which is perfectly fine, thank you very much).

*I was sitting in class on Facebook and received a friend request from someone I didn’t recognize. I asked the girl sitting next to me if she knew the person. She looked at me like I was kidding and I stared blankly back. Upon realizing that I wasn’t, she said, “It’s me”. The picture looked way different than she does in person. I swear.

*I did one of those graceful, tumbling falls to the ground. In front of a whole bunch of people. None of whom had problems walking on the sidewalk.

*Some random dude in the cafeteria said “Sis” to me, but I didn’t hear him. My friend told me afterward. I’m going to have to have a chat with my parents. Maybe I really am an adopted child from Russia and he is their real child?

*In science class, we were talking about Salmon and how they go from freshwater to the ocean and back. The teacher asked the class how we could test if the fish used scent to navigate this path. Some other people had ideas like plugging their noses or other kindhearted things. I randomly decided to raise my hand and say something about “Well this is kind of brutal but you could remove their noses or whatever.” I like animals, I really do. I do not want to harm the poor fish, so I have no idea what possesed me to say that.

*I went up to this guy who I had played frisbee with the other day and said, “Hey, I played frisbee with you the other day, right?” He looked at me and was like, “No-o, I like frisbee but I haven’t played recently.” UNCOMFORTABLE.

*I was texting and walking back to my dorm room one night and got all the way to my door when I realized that all the “Get to Know Me” sheets were a different color. I wondered if they had changed them already or something as I pulled out my key. Then I realized that I was on the wrong floor. I would like to insert that I could have been in the wrong dorm, and I wasn’t. It was just the floor thing.

*I was sitting in the cafeteria with some people and pointed to this place some people were eating (we could see them through a glass window), and was like “Oh, is that some special eating place where you rent it or something?” The people around me said something back that I wasn’t really listening to. Later, I figured out that it was not a special room, it was the tables by the door I use EVERY TIME I go into the cafeteria. (I graduated from high school, by the way. In case anyone was wondering.)

Anyhow, I am now pretty comfortable with a lot of the people here since I’ve done so many less-than-intelligent things already. In the end it all works out, embarrassing moments and all 🙂