College: Where Crazy Happens

The following is a text message conversation that took place between my roomate and I when we were sleep deprived. We are in no way actul stalkers, or cops, or anythign like that. Just wanted to point out that we were just goofing around while I was waiting to go to work and ended up with this conversation....also, I have her consent to put this on here. I will never post anything on this blog that I don't have the concent of the friends I'm speaking of to.

Conversation:

Me: I see you.

Her: Stalker.

Me: :o How'd you know? My true job's supposed to be kept a secret!

Me: Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Me: You smell funny.

Me: But not really.

Me: Maybe I'm lying and you really do smell funny.

Her: I'm training and you stinky :p

Me: No you are :p

Her: I know that, go spray some perfume on for the chickens ;) They miss you. (Inside joke here, people)

Me: Aw :) I miss them too! One of them proposed to me last night. Will you be my maid of honor? Me and Mr. Chicken are goiing to get married and live happily ever after...and then I'm going to kill him on our wedding night and serve him as food the next day. (Okay, just realized how very morbid and sadistic that sounds...I was not trying to be creepy. Kepp in mind, we're talking about already dead chickens that I have to cut and serve at work...yeah, it's a weird conversation...just bear with it.)

Me: That's gruesome if you think about it. (No lie there)

Her: Wait, so you aren't going to be Mr. and Mrs. Smith? (I have no idea where that came from. When we don't know what to say in conversations we tend to say random things...yeah...subjects change alot)

Me: No, that's Granny Smith's kids...they specilize in pies, not stalking and the murder of my chicken husband.

Her: So hire a hit man.

Me: I did! But then SOMEONE arrested him for contaiminating a crime scene. (My roomate's a Criminal Justice majior)

Her: Wasn't me. I was off duty.

Me: Yeah, 'off duty'. Is that what you're calling it theses days? It must have been your 'clone' then that arrested him.

Her: Or my look alike.

Me: You have one of those? Where can I get one? After all, a certain person figured out my true job...so now I must frame someone.

Her: Try the phone book.

Me: What? How can you get a look a like from there? You can't see their faces!

Her: It's called an ad.

Me: There's ads for that stuf?!?! Who would have thunk!

From that point on or topic changed from playful gooing around to actul discuses about things we needed to do, like homework and work...and all those things that life makes us do. Anyway, I'll repeat this one more time THE ABOVE CONVERSATION WAS PURE FUN CAUSED BY SLEEP DEPRIVATY, AND WE ARE IN NO WAY STALKERS, COPC,  LOOKING FOR HIT MEN, OR PLANNING ON MURDERING CHICKENS. Just thought I'd clarif that. You can never be too careful, expecilly ont he internet, and I don't need people thaking this conversation out of context.

College is full of crazy events, crazy people, crazy food, and jsut down right crazy days/nights. It's fun though, as long as you keep up wiht your studies. Which is something I've managed to do. 

My roomate and I have had one crazy adventure after another...leading to some epic quotes. Just so you don't think we're complete psycos, here are a few of our favorite quotes that eachother have said :) Enjoy!

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Her: Hey! He's that one guy, from that one show, that we watched that one night!
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Her: *laughing evily and getting a kick out of confusiing me*
Me: Stop being evil!
Her: *still laughing* I can't!
Me: Evil's a choice!
Her: *becomes very serious* No it's not.....
Me:...
Her:...
Me:...
Her: *cracks up laughing*

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Friend: What is this? *opens her sandwhich from lunch* It looks like flesh! Flesh That's been grinded up and put on a sandwhich...with sourcraurt. Did I really take a bite of this?

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As I said, college is full of crazyness, but it's a blast :) Today, my roomate and I had to get something to drink and some new earphones so we spent the entire day outside. We walked to my bank, walked the opposite direction to K-Mart, hit the store called The Dollar Tree, stopped at Pizza Hut for lunch, stopped at McDonalds to get icecream because we were burning up, and spent an hour or so at an arcade. Let me tell you this....I'm a red head...I don't tan...I burn...and I was outside practiclly all day. I look like a lobster!

Well, actully, my legs and the top of my arms look like they've been fryed, why'll the underside of my arms are so pal they practilly glowed in the sunlight. It was worth it though :)  The arcade was amazing and my roomate and I learned 4 things...

1) $5 gets you an aweful lot of tokens

2) You're never too old for Skii Ball

3) We suck at Dance Dance Revolution when competing agaisnt eachother

4) The plastic fake vampire teeth are just as fun now as they were when we were five.

<---That'smy roomate (left) and me (right), by the way. Just though you might like to see who I'm talking about.

Well, people, that is all I have for you tonight, but I'll leave you with a quote. I found the qoute on DeviantArt one day and it's by a singer I ocasionally listen to.

"Sometimes the hardest thing to wear is your own skin," ~Jayy Von Monroe

Down the Rabit Hole

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

That is very possibly the most well known quote from Lewis Carroll's Alice In Wonderland. It is a riddle that is asked by the interesting character the Mad Hatter at the tea party scene. gathered with the March Hare, the Dormouse, and Alice, he asks the above riddle. As you may know the only answer ever given to the riddle was, "I haven't the slightest idea." 

Why am I speaking of this? I haven't the slightest idea :) Actully, that's a lie, I do know why. I am currenty working on a poem that is inspired by Alice in Wonderland. So far I have two versions of it, I have a general version (which doesn't mention Alice at all) and one that directly refers to the original tale. The rhyme scheme of my poem is a bit odd, but what isn't odd when one is speaking of Wonderland?

For all of you literature lovers out there, the scheme I have so far is this:
(A, begining letters all the same)
(B, two words and ends in down)
(C)
(D), ends in 'ound')

(A)
(B)
(E)
(D)

(A)
(B)
(F)
(D)

(A)
(B)
(G)
(D)

...ect...ect...ect...You get the idea. Basicly, it's the same pattern. One line of two words that start with 'T', one line of two words and ends with down, one line of four words with no specific number of words or rhyme, and one line that ends with a words that rhymes with down.

Do you get me? Perhapse not....here, for the sake of you understanding, here are a couple stanzas from what I have written so far:

Tables turning,
Hands down,
Voices raised in passion,
They're going around and round.

Taught terrors,
Going down,
Against the old flow,
They're finding their own sound.

Toubled times,
Marching down,
The time has come,
This is their current battleground.

Like I said, that's only a part of the poem and it's still in it's rough draft stage so don't judge it too harshly. First writes are hardly ever the best. I say hardly because I've had a few things that I've ended up sticking wiht the original because all other drafts were horrid.

Out side of my little poem and thoughts of Alice, I thought I'd let you in on the week I've had. Belvie me, it could have been beter.

This was my first week back at school after Spring Break and I was sick for most of it. It turns out that spending a break around sick siblings can get you sick as well, who would have though. Note my sarcasm.  Both myself and my roomate managed to get the virus they had and had to call into work 3 days in a row. That didn't sit well with me. I swear my roomate would have killed me if we would have been sick any longer because I was problably driving her nuts. You see, I had this problem...I hated kaying in bed doing nothing, but I felt absolutly miserable and didn't have the strength to do anything. It really got on my nerves...so I spent most of the time annoying my roomate...when I wasn't sleeping because of the medicine I was taking (Seriously, there was one day that I slept all but like four hours. I hadn't known it was possible to sleep that much). Don't feel bad for her though because she did the same right back.

Outside of being sick and worrying about missing work, these last two days have been pretty great. I still have a few of the symptoms of the virus, mainly just a sore throat and my voice ocassionaly disapearing, but I feel great! Honestly, I've been so full of energy since I've gotten better that it's almost frightening. 

Enough about that though, I'd rather not focus on it actully, so let's move on to Spring Break. I had full intention of posting on here through break but I ended up not. So, I'm going to highlight a few things about my break.

1) I got to sit down wiht a friend of my parents and talk to her about hte Great Depression and World War II. It was for a homework assignment for my History class but I absolutly loved it! The stories she told! They were amazing! I felt bad for her though because as she talked about certain memories her eyes would get misty and I just wanted to hug her.

2) I whent on a couple shopping trips with my roomate and my sister. Here's what I bought, in case you wanted to know:

 <----A shell turtle I named Franklin

<------Silver nail polish

<------Sword braclet

<------Jack Sparrow ring

<-----Pirate charm braclet

<------Message in a bottle necklace

<------Sword necklace

<------Feather necklace.

I bought other things too, of course, but I got all the above for ten bucks when it would have been thirty if it wasn't for the sale. Yeah, I rejoiced at that. All you girls out there will know what I mean. It's great when you can get awesome assesories, that actully fit your style, for a decnet price.

Outside of the above, I guess I really don't have too much to say. I was jsut updating for the sake of updating and my writing side took over. Sorry about that. Let me apoligize now for this and any other future entries where I end up writing about random crap that I'm sure none of you will care about. When ever I sit down to write something like this, and don't really ahve a reall goal in mind, I tend to write acourding to the stream of consciousness....meaning I write whatever pops into my head.

To end this post, let me leave you the same why we started, with an Alice in Wonderland quote.

"Those who are mad are the most intresting people."

Raise Your Voice

Obviously, if the time between my first blog and this one is any hint of how my blogging is going to go, I'm not going to be a very good blogger. Yet, I shall attempt this anyway :)

I really don't have much to say today, so this going to be a realtivly short post, but I wanted to pass on a quote that my Enviromental Science Professor told the class. When myself and my fellow classmates walked into class he had this written on the blackboard...

"Our lives begins to end the day we become silent about the things that matter," -Martin Luther King JR.

My challenge for all who read this is to think over the above quote and decide what it means to you and humanity in general. I have decided that I agree with it, but what do you think about it?

This is me

Hey eveybody, this is obviously my first post on here and -outside of DeviantArt -I haven't done a blog before. I've debated over what to write for my first blog on here and I've decided a get-to-know-me post would be a good idea. I know there's an 'about me' area on here but I don't really like about me's. I never know how to fill them out and what to put in them. So, this is how we're going to do my 'about me'...even though I have put a bit in the 'about me' area on my page.

First thing you should know about me is that I'm currently a sophmore in college. My current major is English Literature, but that's going to be changing soon. As soon as I can make an apointment to meet with my advisor, I'll be changing my major to English Education/Special Education. 

Second thing you should problably know is that Casper isn't my real name. It's a nickname I was given back in my freshman year of high school. A foreign exchange student from Korea gave me the name after she said I reminded her of Casper the Friendly Ghost. These were the reasons she gave for nicknameing me Casper: 

1. I was as pale as the dead
2. I walked silently (still do sometimes) and it use to creep her out when she'd suddently turn around and I was there (that still does creep people out....note: I'm not meaning to creep anyone out. I just happen to be quiet and be in the same place as them)
3. I was so invisable enough that my observation skills whent unnoticed by most...giving me the upper hand in a few situations.

After she nicknamed me that, the name caught on. First our mutural friend Jasmin picked it up and then it slowly made it's way to my other close friends.

Besides my nickname, majior, and grade level, I guess the next thing you need to know is that I love to write. I may be majioring in Education, but what I really want to do is write. I've had publishing companies intrested in a story of mine, but I haven't gotten any of my stories published yet. I'm hoping to have a book I wrote published within the next year. Until then, I post the stories I write on DeviantArt. My username on there is Wrightingangel2010 and you can find me here http://writingangel2010.deviantart.com/ . I'd love to chat with you all so if you visit my page feel free to browse my gallery, favorites, leave a comment, or send me a note. Also, if you have DeviantArt, let me know and I'll pay yoru page a visit.

Let's see, what else is there to tell you?
Oh yeah! The purpose of this blog!
Don't expect any specific theme from here. The blogs I make will be about whatever is on my mind that day. This is, however, not my journal so I won't be getting as personl on here as one would on the pages of their journals. I have a journal for pouring out my soul in. This is not for that. This will contain the crazy, the hectic, the funny, the cool, and the down right disurbing things I see, hear, and realize about life. I'll also be posting quotes on here.

I draw inspiration from many things and therefore quotes won't be something rare oin my blogs. I wouldn't be surprised if I put at least one in each. Infact, I plan on ending this blog with a quote.

Before I go though, just incase any of you were wondering, the title of this blog page came from a Shakspereane play wher Sound and Fury is use to describe something that is made out to be a big thing but in the end means nothing. I chose those three words because there are many things in life that fall under their definition...and most of the time we don't realize until much later in life that they really ment nothing. The Whispers part came from somethign I once heard someone say. Originally it was whimpers (from T.S. Elliot's quote, "The world won't end in a bang, but a whimper") but I changed it to whispers because I once heard someone say that whispered words are the most powerful. 

I think that is about all I need to say for this post, so allow me to leave you with this parting quote from one of my favorite authors:

"Whatever you are physically," he said, "male or female, strong or weak, ill or heathy -all these things mater less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that contains it, the flame inside remains the same. You are that flame." ~Jem, from Cassandra Clare's Clockwork Angel