Spewing Thoughts

Blogging is really difficult to be honest. Especially when it is an English assignment. You gotta keep up with deadlines and make sure your writing doesn't suck too much because usually (at least for me) it sucks really bad. you gotta make sure your posts are not too long or too short and make sure there at least somewhat interesting.

Me, back in the day

When I first started blogging I would write like endive novels and I know that I got bored reading them. Now though I feel much better about what I'm writing about.  I feel that its actually pretty interesting. Except when I'm ranting, I really don't know whats going through my mind. But over the year my ability to get thoughts out of my head and onto the internet has increased significantly. Today I believe that my ability to form coherent thoughts is at the best it has ever been.
I have really enjoyed being able to rant on an alternative source rather than just to my friends  because they are probably getting sick of it. They don't have a choice though, they have to listen to the ranting. But this way I can spew out what I have been thinking for a very long time and I can not force anyone to listen/read it.
Being able to discuss Cassandra Clare and other fantastic authors has been absolutely amazing. I honestly love the conversation I get to have it my self. The spewing thoughts thing is really fun.
When I first started this blog I saw it mainly as a job that has to be done but through out the year I have really begun to enjoy it. As I am writing one of my last posts for the year I think I might continue this blogging thing some day. Except I'd probably start a different one with a less awful title.
I've also realized that I actually really like to write. I'm not very good at it but maybe one day I will be. Who knows? The thing is that I have trouble with doing things without explicit directions to get it done. Basically I need discipline or some type of motivated because if I don't have one I am not going to do it.
Moving on.
 By the way, the only reason I am writing about my blogging experience is because, yes, it is another assignment.
I don't know if anyone else would think that I have improved much since the beginning of the year in terms of writing, but I believe I have. At least the writing process has become easier. I find it so much simpler to just start writing about something now than at the beginning of the year. I no longer think about what I am going to write about a week in advance. Although just in case you do have trouble this website is extremely helpful.
Anyways the point I am trying to make is that blogging can be fun if you like spewing thoughts out to the world. Even if no one reads them, it's still fun to spew thoughts.
I am not sure if I am going to be post anymore after this btw.
Goodbye for now!
Olivia

"Coffee please, and a shot of cynicism" - Lorelai Gilmore

Once again I have been thinking.
I think quite a bit, I know.  This is the kind of thinking where I form some type of theory that you can choose to ignore if you'd like to.
First off let me mention that I have been watching Gilmore Girls (and theres gonna be a revival!!). It is just as good as everyone else says it is, trust me. I started watching it a little while ago and was just kinda "ehhh" about it but now I am utterly in love. This show goes on the shelf with like Grey's Anatomy and The Vampire Diaries and The Mindy Project. Like its good. Following young and single mother, Lorelai Gilmore, and her 16 year old daughter Rory (also named Lorelai) this show takes place in a crazy small town where everyone knows everyones business, coffee seems to go hand in hand with oxygen, and you can never ever be too sarcastic.
Lauren Graham and baby Alexis Bledel are my favorite people ever (at the moment). But also, this show is actually hilarious.

my favorite people

But anyways, I bring up the Gilmore girls because they gave me this idea that you can literally get out of any unwanted situation, and feel somewhat accomplished, if your response is a sarcastic one.
Just about every single line in that show is some kind of sarcastic come back that just makes me laugh. If you know anything about me at all I believe that sarcasm is actually kind of a good thing.  I think it prepares you for any possible assholes who will ever cross your path and arm you with the right comeback to shut them up and make them feel small and stupid. Only assholes deserve to feel small and stupid. Sarcasm is also a good way to break the ice, hoping that your company has at least some sense of humor. Which if they are human beings who have ever smiled in their life, I believe they have a sense of humor.
However, don't make every thing you say a sarcastic remark because then everyone you talk to won't know if you are telling the truth or not. This happened to me last week... People actually can not tell if I am telling the truth or not anymore. I am ashamed. Only slightly.
The sarcastic thing also works if you got a creep breathing down your back. Like I have said before, these sarcastic comebacks, if given the correct way, can make the receiver feel small and stupid which is exactly what you want this creeper to feel. Now this might sound like a stupid idea as you do not want to possibly piss off your potential creeper so I would just say, unless you know extended self defense, do not try this on people who are significantly bigger than you and has any kind of visible way of pinning you down. But if all you need to do is shut 'em up, then the comebacks are a good way to go. They are pretty simple too. Now I can be witty, just not when needed. But what I can do is always make my voice do that fake thing where everything I say sounds like I don't mean it. Now if you can do that, then you'll go far in life. Trust me.
Gilmore Girls is absolutely amazing and by watching it, you not only will fall in love with Lorelai and Rory but also learn a thing or two about what makes a good comeback.
See Ya!
Olivia

A Turtle Apocalypse, Cassandra Clare, and the Sun

I am now going to start every post with "its been awhile" because I've been doing that for basically every singe post I've ever written.
So hello everyone, its been awhile!
Today I am going to tell you a story.    

Believe or not, I took this photo.

A true story.
So spring break just happened and I went to the Galapagos Islands off the coast of Ecuador (for those of you who are not great at geography, Ecuador is in South America, bellow north america, you see where I'm going with this?).
We left early on a Thursday morning with my mother frantically asking questions that she already asked and knew the answer to as well. But that didn't stop her (nothing does.
Eventually she shoved me out the door and I piled into the white minivan that housed the Sheinberg family.
So this family that I speak of consists of a mother, a father, and three kids who like to annoy everyone around them (specifically the youngest). Some people might think "why would you go on a trip with these people?" Well the snare to that is they are like my second family, and I their 4th kid so I get a chance to be an average annoying sibling, as posed to my only child life. I love being an only child, but this gives me a chance to scream and yell and not get "shushed" all the time.
Anyways we made our way to the airport and off to Atlanta where our plane was delayed about 5 years for no actual reason. Eventually we landed in Quito and this is when I realized something. So my mother is full blooded Italian and thus she drives like one. If you don't know how Italians drive, think of it like its the apocalypse and everyone is trying to get to their supposed shelter before they get blown up or eat by a zombie: it's every man for themselves. back in Quito, I began to think that just about everyone outside the U.S drives like its the apocalypse.
When we got to the hotel with our limbs still attached we spent a night there and learned some new things about Ecuador: 1. Swiss food in South America is weird, and 2. Apparently you need to wear swim caps in pools there and no one really knows why. Of course us tourist americans were not aware of this, and ended up using plastic shower caps which, I'm sure you can imagine, looked just brilliant.
Then we got on a flight to Baltra island where the airlines are shitty and the flight attendants even shittier. Not trying to be mean but its just the truth. When we got to Baltra island we got on a bus..then on a ferry... then on another bus... then onto the boat we would be staying on.
Now this boat was beautiful and the food was unbelievably amazing but I get see sick so I spent quite a bit of time napping.
About the napping: so this is spring break right? when your supposed to relax? and, you know, SLEEP IN!??!? Well this boat that housed the really nice, but stupid naturalist who I couldn't help but resent, had other idea.
The boat that we were on had a bunch of old retired couples and then us kids, so when Byron, the nice but stupid naturalist, decided that we would be waking up at 6 am every fucking day so that we could go on a hike and not be too hot. I hate hiking. I hate everything about hiking. I honestly believe it is one of the worst things ever but you know, thats just my opinion.
I was not the only one who really was not up for the whole 6 am thing. I realized that the all the Sheinberg children were actually crying and I thought in that moment, "I love you people, this is exactly how I feel about this situation". Of course I didn't say that, me being a guest and all.
So in the end Annie and I decided to opt out of the morning hikes, but there being no other time for  breakfast, we would stumble down stairs at approximately 6:30 every morning and sleep through breakfast with the rest of the boat. So in the end I spent quite a bit of the trip napping in bed, napping on the deck and napping on the beach. It was frankly awesome.
Other than the napping we went snorkeling, saw some sharks, got scared shitless, went kayaking, saw  some sea lions who were really fucking adorable and quite a bit of turtles. To quote Zoe, "its the turtle  apocalypse!" It honestly was.
I also spent some time reading Lady Midnight (which is the best thing ever and y'all have to read it) on the deck which was probably a highlight of the trip. Each room had its own personal deck and everyday I would go out there and read that bible of a book and love every minute of it.
Reading that book on the beaches we went to was also spectacular.
Over all I was able to get a tan and read another Cassandra Clare book so I consider This vacation a success.
See Ya!
Olivia

Diego and Kieran need to admit their undying love for each other

ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

So the title might seem a bit misleading and odd at the moment but you'll understand soon, I promise.
But first you need to know....
Lady Midnight is actually a real, beautiful, spectacular, physical thing and it was unbelievably amazing.
I have waited a year and a half for this thing and after the release date was pushed back, and then pushed back again, I honestly thought I would never get it.
BUT I DID.
Backing up a bit: Lady Midnight is written by the one and only Cassandra Clare who writes stories about  shadow hunters. Let me explain. Theses shadow hunters are half angel half human beings who's purpose is to  kill demons.
It sounds not as great as it actually is but I do a bad job at explaining things and it is actually so much better than it sounds.
For those of you who have never read a Cassandra Clare book go back and read all of them before you read this one because then this one will be 1000000x better. Then come back and read this post
So Lady Midnight takes place 5 years  after the happenings of TMI (The Mortal Instruments).
DISCLAIMER:  if you haven't read TMI or TID (The Infernal Devices) then this post will mostly likely sound like an advertisement.
So if you have not read a Cassandra Clare novel then, You should read all of them and then come back and read this. 
With out further ado LADY MIDNIGHT WAS THE BEST THING EVER.
So we start off with this kid "Kit" who is supposedly a mundane who has the sight and is the son of Johnny Rook, a man who sells and buys secrets. Now I wanna skip ahead here and talk about Kit. So if we remember the shadow hunter Academy short stories there was one titled The Lost Herondale  then you remember the story that Caterina Loss told Simon about the Herondale child that she raised. At the time I really didn't think much of it. However, back to Lady Midnight, there was that one flash back to Jem telling Emma "you might not see me for a while, I have to look for something, its very important" we all know that its a descendant of that baby that Caterina raised.
Fastforward to the Mantid demons killing Johnny and Kit suddenly becoming a badass and throwing chairs on them, we begin to get suspicious. But right when Emma comes in and starts killing the demons then we see Tessa and Jem in the back ground I KNEW. I TOTALLY KNEW. When they started driving back and Emma was describing what he looked like and her thought process "oh he's totally a Herondale" was amazing. And now I really hope he's gonna live in the institute with the whole squad and its gonna be beautiful and I know I am not the only one who ships him with Tiberius.
Let me talk about shipping now:
So at the moment we have what I like to call a "love hexagon" that consist of Emma , Julian, Kieran, Mark, Cristina and Diego. I am honestly conflicted because obviously Emma and Julian are going to end up together, and they absolutely have to because there is no other way this is going to end and I will not allow it to end any other way. But with Mark and Cristina I want that to happen so badly but then I feel bad for Kieran and Diego because they are actually really great people and the only way I see this ending well is if Kieran and Diego admit their undying love for each other. This way everyone gets someone and I am happy in the end. Also I would like to see Livvy crushing in someone because that would be absolutely hilarious.
I am now going to end this post because it is really long and I'll just tell y'all my favorer parts in the next post.
See ya!
Olivia
Its real. Its actually real.

Finals, Death, and The Galapagos islands

I might die.

Like actually die.

Finals are going to kill me.

Its only Monday and I am already dying.

Lets do the math, how many tests do I have this week?

Ap Geography: 4 (4 F**KING TESTS! 4!!)

English: 2

Math: FML

Spanish: 1 (Ms. Alp I love you)

Bio: 0 (....)

ME

Finals always have me thinking of this impending doom called graduation. I know I still have a while but soon "a while" is gonna turn into one last week of finals that I do not want to think about.

But I think about it all the god damn time because I'm an over thinker (understatement of the year).

It will start with an assignment or test that I have do or study for. Then I think "oh its fine, I'll do this later" I'm also a procrastinator ( another understatement).Eventually later happens then I think about all the other things that are gonna happen, and then graduation is one of those things that is "gonna happen" and thinking about the fact if it is actually going to happen. I can't be sure and at this point in time I know there is absolutely nothing I can do about it but that doesn't stop my mind from trying to scare the living shits out of me.

But I just have to remember that if graduation is eventually gonna happen that means the weekend is eventually gonna happen and that means that this will end one day.

Also, spring break is gonna happen real soon hear and I can't fucking wait.

Like I said, school is going to kill me. Slowly but surely. On second though, its not gonna happen slowly at all, its gonna be a sword known as "the due date" that will stab me in the back while I'm still battling with the last test I took.

 School is like where all the fictional villains in stories go to plan how they are going to kill you. And then you walk into this lair every day expecting some better out come which never happens.

Until you oneway, maybe, possibly, graduate. Then you move onto some other horror shop called life which I also don't want to talk about right now but, like I have stated in the past, I can not seem to stop talking about the inevitable.  One day I will devote an entire post on my ability to over think things and how it is running my life.

Again, spring break is approaching and that has turned into my new motto: Every time another assignment is thrusted into my side in the shape of a dagger I silently chat “spring break” in my head. 

I am not the only one who does this.

I am also not crazy. Just a sleep deprived, caffeine dependent, human being who hates homework.

In many places this is considered normal.

But back to spring break (again). I am going to the Galapagos islands which should be pretty cool and hopefully not involve me waking up at the crack of dawn every god damn day. I am also going with a friend (also known as ….) of mine who is just as lazy as I am so this shouldn’t whole attempting to sleep thing shouldn’t be too big of a problem. 

While at the Galapagos I also hope to be doing a bit of reading, and not doing school work.

You know, if I’m not dead before that…

See ya!

Olivia

Reviewing/ranting/Sophie Kinsella

UGH I STARTED THIS BLOG POST 555 MILLION YEARS AGO (3/2/16) AND FORGOT ABOUT IT!! I HATE MYSELF.
ANYWAYS.....

Ok school sucks and I hate it. And I wanna go home, why am I awake at 7:55 in the morning. Or more specifically, why am I like at school right now? Like WTF Ugh! ok moving on.
So its been about a month since I've written last and well, a bit has happened in that time. I have failed a geography test, read The 5th wave, didn't see the movie, went to LA which was really really fun and yeah, basically the last month.
Moving On.
ITS FRIDAY YAY!
you know what I'm gonna do when I get home, imma read.
Well first I'm gonna read pride & Prejudice for English which really isn't a bad book at all its just I don't want to read it right now cuz its required for me to read and when something is required for someone to do something it automatically makes them not want to do it anymore. Like this is science trust me. So in light of me neglecting to read P&P I have been reading another book which I'm going to talk about for a little while cuz damn it I want to.
So The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella is currently my favorite thing in the world. And its not just the story that I love, and y'all know how much I love stories ( I think, I may need to write a separate post on that specifically). But what I love about this book, or any of Sophie Kinsella's books for that matter, is how vivid it is. When a setting is described I immediately feel like I'm there in the book watching the characters play out their life Like I'm Ebenezer Scrooge chilling with the ghost of christmas whatever. And the thing is, usually I hate descriptive scenes where the author takes 500000 years to describe what the inside of a tent looks like *cough cough* Lani Taylor *cough cough*. But with Sophie's books I genuinely enjoy it. its like I'm right there. When Samantha (main character) is learning how to cook with Iris (fellow main-ish character) I'm just reading with my mouth watering because I now want to eat all of this beautiful yet fictional food.
I may have a problem.
Or, Sophie Kinsella is just an amazing author.
In a brief summary of The undomestic Goddess, we follow Samantha Sweeting who is a lawyer/badass/epic human in general.
Anyways, after a particularly important paper gets lost amiss her extremely unclean desk, she then leaves her office, gets on a train, and doesn't come back...
Ending up in a small town with a big house, she knocks on the door asking for some water and an aspirin.
a women opens the door and gives her something a bit stronger than aspirin.
A day later Samantha wakes up with a new job as a Housekeeper.
I won't go into much more detail because I want every person ever to read this book without knowing every thing that happens.
Now I have to go study.
See ya!
Olivia

November 9. Written By: My favorite Person

 Hi! Ok this is really late and i’m an idiot but long story short I have been reading and it makes me so happy.

But first let me just say that the internet is really annoying and I cant deal with it. I wrote this post quite some time ago and as you can see this post was not published on that day. What happens is I start writing a post, I nearly finish writing that post and then forget about it and don’t publish it till after the assignment is due.

But now I’m gonna talk about a book

a very good book.

A book that made me smile. 

(This part was written a while ago.)

Anybody know who Colleen Hoover is?

well, in case you are new here, she is the best person.

My favorite person

Bottom line. 

(****WARNING: SPOILERS!!!!****) 

She wrote this book called November 9 which is my actual life.

This story follows Fallon O’Neil, the daughter of a semi-famous actor who had his own TV show a while back.  Fallon was once an actress herself, who also had her own TV show (Colleen loves cable apparently). She was once a very successful actor as well. Until the fire.

Now the fire is the main issue throughout the is whole book and just causes so many fucking (please excuse my french) issues for the main characters its not even funny. 

I’m getting ahead of myself.

But anyways.

We begin on November 9th with Fallon eating lunch with her father who she blames for this fire that ruined her acting career. Her father is trying to talk her out of moving to New York because she is “no longer good enough”.

(She got burned. Now all of the mean Hollywood people don’t like her anymore. This is just a vague summary, its not vital to the story line.)

While at the specific restaurant, Fallon meets Ben (whose last name I don’t remember).

Ben is my favorite person. ( The writing of this post is getting increasingly childish but I do not care.)

Ben, overhearing an argument between Fallon and her father, takes it upon himself to intervene.  

“HI I’m Ben, your daughter’s boyfriend.”

“Your what?” Fallon’s father asks her.

Fallon, having never seen this man in her life is utterly dumbfounded.

But because this is a Colleen Hoover book, she just goes along with it.

Fallon’s father, being none the wiser, decides to believe Ben.

After continuing this argument with Ben present, Fallon’s father leaves having not convinced her to not move.

Ben and Fallon continue to get to know each other for a little while. Mainly consisting of Ben telling her she should be more confident. Eventually they leave this restaurant and continue to talk at Fallon’s place. Ben realizes the.n that Fallon is leaving that very night to move to New York. Having no more than 3 hours left together they spend that time ASLEEP. Like they fell asleep because they were just so damn tired apparently (sarcasm). 

Waking up about 3o minutes before Fallon has to leave, they decide that they will see each other every November 9th for the next 5 years so that Ben can write a book about the two of them Called… wait for it… November 9.

This story is so much more than anyone would ever think with its screwy plot twists and intricate characters that I believe to be my actual friends.  That might just be because I am a fangirl and believe that every fictional character is my friend. But anyways Colleen’s characters are the real deal. 

I’ll stop right there. 

I want all of y’all to actually read this book so…

See Ya! 

Olivia

P.S here is a link to Colleen’s books that all of you should read so we can all enjoy the magnificence that is Colleen Hoover.