Day 2: Where you'd like to be in 10 years.
What mom thought up this dreary prompt? I'll try to keep it interesting.
The biggest problem with this writing prompt is that I haven't the slightest idea of where to begin. The "quarter-life crisis" that I am continually referring to is exactly the problem that I don't know what to do with my life. I don't know nearly as much about myself as I should in order to determine where I would like to be in ten years. I'll be 26. That's fairly young and I'll still be slightly stupid (but steadily growing out of my idiocy). By then, I hope I'm not married. Heaven help us all if I end up with a husband at that age. I'd like to be educated a lot more than I am right now. No one likes incompetent adults. I would like to do something that I'm good at and that I enjoy. As far as career options go, I'm beyond clueless. There are so many things that sound interesting, but none seem so interesting that I'd want to study it for four years and then make a career out of it. To be honest, I keep getting the creeping suspicion that I want to be a teacher. There isn't another occupation for which I have a higher respect, but imagining myself as an educator is a terrifying thought. Perhaps the reason I'm afraid of teaching is because I respect and value my teachers so much. I worry that I wouldn't be able to do anything close to what they've done or have nearly the same influence.
Also, I hope I'm not bald or dead.
P.S. I hope you'll forgive me, friends. I was gone all day yesterday and couldn't post in time. Strike one and it's only the second post of the 30 day challenge. I'll be gone all day tomorrow, too. Oh dear. Wish me luck, kids. Wish me luck.
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Day 1
**Disclaimer: the following text contains more sarcasm than is funny and advocates feminism.**
Day 1: Your current relationship. If single, discuss how the single life is.
This is arguably the worst prompt I've ever been subjected to. "When was the War of 1812?" is a close second. That's alright, I suppose. It was my idea to do a 30 day challenge anyway.
I'm about as single as a kid could get and I love it. Why that matters in the slightest, I don't know, but evidently relationships are important. I don't understand why people care. Perhaps I don't care because I view high school romances as a waste of time. Two people are in love because Facebook says so? I think not. But, wait a minute! That would mean that most high school relationships are based on infatuation and not eternal love! What?? Does this mean that teenagers are still overpowered by their hormones everyday?!
Yes.
In other news, water is wet.
Not only do I not care about dating at all, but I'm disgusted by how many girls see it as a priority. Heaven forbid, these psychos whom I call peers could pause and understand their potential as an individual. The worst of it is that this mentality doesn't exist only in the high school setting, it's everywhere. Women who support themselves and don't feel the need to engage in "husband-hunting" are continually degraded and frowned upon by our barbaric society. I can't stand that some consider it to be an "alternative lifestyle" for women to be single. There's nothing wrong with a woman who not only wears the pants in the family, but also is the homemaker. So many women are running around dependent on a man to do everything for them. Whatever happened to women with ambition? Where are the ladies who were striving to be politicians? Who is going to pave the way for women in a man's world? For 200 years we've been fighting for women's rights and now girls are deciding to be stupid and throw themselves around like drunk prostitutes. That's nice. While you're at it, why don't see if you can bring back slavery? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
To be fair to the dating game however, I'm very bad at it. Surely there isn't another person on this planet who is more oblivious or obtuse to a pressing flirtation than me. Regardless, I'm happy to stay independent. Personally, I think people obsessed with dating in high school are in the midst of an identity crisis and need the attention of everyone on the planet in order to feel important. This sounds like all of the teenage girl crap that I can't relate to. I don't understand girls, I don't understand boys, and I really don't care.
P.S. I have lovely things to say about my relationships with fictional characters (well constructed characters like Hamlet and Marius, not Edward or Jacob). That post is for another day, probably when I get another horrible prompt.
Whit Happens
Day 1: Your current relationship. If single, discuss how the single life is.
This is arguably the worst prompt I've ever been subjected to. "When was the War of 1812?" is a close second. That's alright, I suppose. It was my idea to do a 30 day challenge anyway.
I'm about as single as a kid could get and I love it. Why that matters in the slightest, I don't know, but evidently relationships are important. I don't understand why people care. Perhaps I don't care because I view high school romances as a waste of time. Two people are in love because Facebook says so? I think not. But, wait a minute! That would mean that most high school relationships are based on infatuation and not eternal love! What?? Does this mean that teenagers are still overpowered by their hormones everyday?!
Yes.
In other news, water is wet.
Not only do I not care about dating at all, but I'm disgusted by how many girls see it as a priority. Heaven forbid, these psychos whom I call peers could pause and understand their potential as an individual. The worst of it is that this mentality doesn't exist only in the high school setting, it's everywhere. Women who support themselves and don't feel the need to engage in "husband-hunting" are continually degraded and frowned upon by our barbaric society. I can't stand that some consider it to be an "alternative lifestyle" for women to be single. There's nothing wrong with a woman who not only wears the pants in the family, but also is the homemaker. So many women are running around dependent on a man to do everything for them. Whatever happened to women with ambition? Where are the ladies who were striving to be politicians? Who is going to pave the way for women in a man's world? For 200 years we've been fighting for women's rights and now girls are deciding to be stupid and throw themselves around like drunk prostitutes. That's nice. While you're at it, why don't see if you can bring back slavery? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
To be fair to the dating game however, I'm very bad at it. Surely there isn't another person on this planet who is more oblivious or obtuse to a pressing flirtation than me. Regardless, I'm happy to stay independent. Personally, I think people obsessed with dating in high school are in the midst of an identity crisis and need the attention of everyone on the planet in order to feel important. This sounds like all of the teenage girl crap that I can't relate to. I don't understand girls, I don't understand boys, and I really don't care.
P.S. I have lovely things to say about my relationships with fictional characters (well constructed characters like Hamlet and Marius, not Edward or Jacob). That post is for another day, probably when I get another horrible prompt.
Whit Happens
Friday, May 13, 2011
Super Senior...Yes? No? Maybe?
Remember that whole 30 day challenge? Yeah, me neither.
I'll pick it up again when summer begins. It's not that I haven't had anything to blog about; I've had a lot to say, I just haven't had the time. I shouldn't say that I don't have the time. I do, I just make excuses to not blog. If it's any consolation, I have a long, long list of potential blog posts saved in my drafts. I'll get around to them eventually. For now, I'm stopping the challenge. There's too much going on for my blog to be my first priority: such as school.
School is insane, but I love it. I used to say that I always felt that I needed to graduate this year. Perhaps I said that because I have a lot of friends who are graduating and moving away this year. I have a slight fear of being left alone. That's a lie, it's a huge fear. I felt that I needed to graduate or I'd lose contact with everyone who's leaving. Admittedly, I think that will happen with most of them. How unfortunate. Regardless, my perspective has changed a little bit. My friend, Emily, and I are seriously considering being Super Seniors: someone who stays an extra year in high school. Essentially, it's repeating the 12th grade. We were talking about it today and we could organize our schedules so that we barely don't have enough credits to graduate and then take both high school classes and college classes during our last year. I don't know, is it a bad idea? I really think it'd be better for both of us, especially considering how we seem to be the ONLY ONES WHO ARE PLANNING ON PAYING FOR COLLEGE! What the heck? We've talked to so many kids whose parents have their college paid for. Yeah, that's a great way to prepare your kid for the real world. Anyway, I'm just looking for feedback. I view it as a way to give yourself just an extra year to save for college and prepare. Others view it as a fear of moving on, which I'm not, I just think it'd be fun. Am I just going through a phase? I don't know. What do you think? I have a lot of time to think it over. I guess we'll see.
Sorry this post is so poorly written. I'm just vomiting my train of thought onto a keyboard and making it somewhat legible. I'll do better next time.
Pinky promise.
I'll pick it up again when summer begins. It's not that I haven't had anything to blog about; I've had a lot to say, I just haven't had the time. I shouldn't say that I don't have the time. I do, I just make excuses to not blog. If it's any consolation, I have a long, long list of potential blog posts saved in my drafts. I'll get around to them eventually. For now, I'm stopping the challenge. There's too much going on for my blog to be my first priority: such as school.
School is insane, but I love it. I used to say that I always felt that I needed to graduate this year. Perhaps I said that because I have a lot of friends who are graduating and moving away this year. I have a slight fear of being left alone. That's a lie, it's a huge fear. I felt that I needed to graduate or I'd lose contact with everyone who's leaving. Admittedly, I think that will happen with most of them. How unfortunate. Regardless, my perspective has changed a little bit. My friend, Emily, and I are seriously considering being Super Seniors: someone who stays an extra year in high school. Essentially, it's repeating the 12th grade. We were talking about it today and we could organize our schedules so that we barely don't have enough credits to graduate and then take both high school classes and college classes during our last year. I don't know, is it a bad idea? I really think it'd be better for both of us, especially considering how we seem to be the ONLY ONES WHO ARE PLANNING ON PAYING FOR COLLEGE! What the heck? We've talked to so many kids whose parents have their college paid for. Yeah, that's a great way to prepare your kid for the real world. Anyway, I'm just looking for feedback. I view it as a way to give yourself just an extra year to save for college and prepare. Others view it as a fear of moving on, which I'm not, I just think it'd be fun. Am I just going through a phase? I don't know. What do you think? I have a lot of time to think it over. I guess we'll see.
Sorry this post is so poorly written. I'm just vomiting my train of thought onto a keyboard and making it somewhat legible. I'll do better next time.
Pinky promise.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Day 4
Day 4: Your parents.
I love how none of these prompts provide any type of specificity. How could I possibly begin to narrow down this topic? Where do I begin? And what can I even say? I think it’s fair to say that my parents are fairly normal. Y’know, in the sense that they provide constant embarrassment in public places; are immature enough to laugh really hard at “that’s what she said” jokes, tease me the way a friend would, and all the while they can ground me for being stupid. They teach me, they support me, they make fun of me, they laugh at me, they laugh with me, and they occasionally borrow money.
I love how none of these prompts provide any type of specificity. How could I possibly begin to narrow down this topic? Where do I begin? And what can I even say? I think it’s fair to say that my parents are fairly normal. Y’know, in the sense that they provide constant embarrassment in public places; are immature enough to laugh really hard at “that’s what she said” jokes, tease me the way a friend would, and all the while they can ground me for being stupid. They teach me, they support me, they make fun of me, they laugh at me, they laugh with me, and they occasionally borrow money.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Day 2
Day 2: Explain the meaning behind your blog name.
Surely you've heard the original phrase that created my blog name, yes? If not, too bad, because my mom follows my blog and she'd be really mad if I used profanity. Ju[S]t r[H]yme 'wh[I]t' un[T]il you get it.
There really isn't much to say about my blog name. Now, in all deserving credit, the brilliance behind the blog name ought to go to my dad. Let's just say his immaturity pays off well. It was creative, catchy, and comical. Is there any other reason to create a blog name? Get real, this is not a competition of sincerity - it's a battle of "whits". Haha, I'm punny. I s'pose my point here is that the reason I started this blog in the first place was to create a way to write in a relaxed fashion. I wanted something that was entertaining to the audience while exploring broad topics. My other blog, however, is a writer's blog without a doubt. I had a limited audience with my other blog because not everyone is a writer, and not everyone cares about the Odyssey, and not everyone shares the same vocabulary as I.
I guess the name ties into what I'm trying to communicate with everyone. Regardless of how many edits I do per post, or how many people really do like my writing: stuff happens. A teacher, whom I admire very much, once told me that the only person I can control is myself. He said that, despite all my efforts, I will never be able to please everyone. But, here's the crucial part of that, by putting yourself out there, you're doing everything in your power to please someone; and that vulnerabilty is the best and worst part of life. So, Whit Happens? Call this my way of exposing myself. Degrade me, insult me, judge me, criticize me, but, y'know, it happens and I can live with that.
Surely you've heard the original phrase that created my blog name, yes? If not, too bad, because my mom follows my blog and she'd be really mad if I used profanity. Ju[S]t r[H]yme 'wh[I]t' un[T]il you get it.
There really isn't much to say about my blog name. Now, in all deserving credit, the brilliance behind the blog name ought to go to my dad. Let's just say his immaturity pays off well. It was creative, catchy, and comical. Is there any other reason to create a blog name? Get real, this is not a competition of sincerity - it's a battle of "whits". Haha, I'm punny. I s'pose my point here is that the reason I started this blog in the first place was to create a way to write in a relaxed fashion. I wanted something that was entertaining to the audience while exploring broad topics. My other blog, however, is a writer's blog without a doubt. I had a limited audience with my other blog because not everyone is a writer, and not everyone cares about the Odyssey, and not everyone shares the same vocabulary as I.
I guess the name ties into what I'm trying to communicate with everyone. Regardless of how many edits I do per post, or how many people really do like my writing: stuff happens. A teacher, whom I admire very much, once told me that the only person I can control is myself. He said that, despite all my efforts, I will never be able to please everyone. But, here's the crucial part of that, by putting yourself out there, you're doing everything in your power to please someone; and that vulnerabilty is the best and worst part of life. So, Whit Happens? Call this my way of exposing myself. Degrade me, insult me, judge me, criticize me, but, y'know, it happens and I can live with that.
Day 1
In my unoriginality, my friend Cassy and I decided to take a 30 day blog challenge. I'm already a day behind. Ha. Oh well, none of you really care anyway.
Day 1: Introduction, recent picture, and 15 interesting facts about yourself.
I already created an introduction to my personality, my blog, my life...it's the first blogpost on here. So, don't be lazy (or do, I don't care) and go back to read it.
UGH. Recent picture? How is this relevent to my writing? OBVIOUSLY a mom created these prompts. But, hey, I'm feeling cooperative today. HERE. Enjoy it, brat.
That had absolutely nothing to do with anything.
Anyway, back to the prompt.
My 15 facts:
1. I really hate writing facts about myself.
2. It irks me to think I'm not as original as I'd like to be. (Hello, I have a blog...)
3. I quite honestly love running; I just can't do it.
4. Whenever I see moms jogging together, I want to throw rocks at them. No, I can't explain these emotions.
5. This has taken me 15 minutes to come up 5 FACTS!
6. I'm impatient.
7. I miss debate.
8. If I had the option, I'd sleep at school.
9. I love music. Duh.
10. In my humble opinion, you shouldn't complain unless you're perfect in the subject you're complaining about. In other words, I'M the only who's allowed to complain!
11. I'm sarcastic. Embrace it or go away.
12. I have a "minimalist personality".
13. I spend more time planning for my funeral than my wedding.
14. I love devouring delicious books. (No, I don't actually eat them...idiot.)
15. I spell the "wrong way". ie: colour, favourite, centre, etc. (It drives my mum and Socratic teacher INSANE.)
Just so you know, having to create this post has put me in a really bad mood. But...then again, everything makes me mad.
Day 1: Introduction, recent picture, and 15 interesting facts about yourself.
I already created an introduction to my personality, my blog, my life...it's the first blogpost on here. So, don't be lazy (or do, I don't care) and go back to read it.
UGH. Recent picture? How is this relevent to my writing? OBVIOUSLY a mom created these prompts. But, hey, I'm feeling cooperative today. HERE. Enjoy it, brat.
That had absolutely nothing to do with anything.
Anyway, back to the prompt.
My 15 facts:
1. I really hate writing facts about myself.
2. It irks me to think I'm not as original as I'd like to be. (Hello, I have a blog...)
3. I quite honestly love running; I just can't do it.
4. Whenever I see moms jogging together, I want to throw rocks at them. No, I can't explain these emotions.
5. This has taken me 15 minutes to come up 5 FACTS!
6. I'm impatient.
7. I miss debate.
8. If I had the option, I'd sleep at school.
9. I love music. Duh.
10. In my humble opinion, you shouldn't complain unless you're perfect in the subject you're complaining about. In other words, I'M the only who's allowed to complain!
11. I'm sarcastic. Embrace it or go away.
12. I have a "minimalist personality".
13. I spend more time planning for my funeral than my wedding.
14. I love devouring delicious books. (No, I don't actually eat them...idiot.)
15. I spell the "wrong way". ie: colour, favourite, centre, etc. (It drives my mum and Socratic teacher INSANE.)
Just so you know, having to create this post has put me in a really bad mood. But...then again, everything makes me mad.
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