Decided to Blog

because I've had a weird day.

My morning was normal, woke up late, forgot to eat lunch, etc.
I called my friend Eda because we were thinking of meeting up. It takes us a long time to get to the real topic of the conversation, and before we got to that point, something went wrong with the phone. I thought Eda would call back and waited (actually forgot about the whole thing). My father called me and asked if I had talked to Eda, and before he hung up he said my last batch of comics had arrived!! This package contained the very last volume of the Fullmetal Alchemist manga!! Of course I called Eda instantly and told her of the news.
And then we went to the doctor who just irritated me. Oh well, though, because I went to Eda's house and then she read Fullmetal Alchemist with occasional comments from me like "OH, that part is so good!"
Anyway and then we got really excited. And we watched two episodes of the anime and my dad came and dragged me away.
It was amazing and the end was satisfying (though there were little things I wanted to see but were not included) and I salute you, Hiromu Arakawa.
Totodilekid97: If you want volumes 26 and 27, you can borrow them from me :) Only because my trust in you has increased and I'm sure you won't read them in the bathroom and also they are too awesome for you to miss.
Anyway, afterward I searched a bookstore for The Hobbit. And I found it!! I also wanted to buy comics but the only one I wanted was too expensive :/
Little comments on the comics that came with the package today:
These ones were better than my first batch!! And this is weird too, because these are less important titles.
I got an issue of Hawk and Dove. They're pretty interesting and the art is good but there was just too much talking.
Superboy was nice too, but I want more :/
Supergirl is just amazing. And the art is beautiful. The artist is Turkish! This gives me hope and I feel like I have an idol now. I regret buying only one issue.
Then there's the Legion of Superheroes. I like these guys more than the Justice League. They're colourful, amusing, and interesting heroes.
Green Lantern Corps is also wonderful. Too gory, but still. And I decided my favorite GL is Guy Gardner, not Hal Jordan. Because Hal can be this depressed lame dude while Guy is just always awesome. I mean, Guy enters a planet acting like a cowboy and shouting while all the other GLs are just flying normally. And when the situation is serious, he gets even better. I think I'll go draw him now.

Guy:


Aughhhhhhhh.

More about New Year. Hmm. Does everybody do the same thing every year? Because I feel like ours is becoming 'just another one of those special days' and we keep doing the same thing over and over again.
Gahh.

Well happy new year, I hope it'll be a good one.

2012

Good morning!
I don't think I'll be able to blog tomorrow, so I'm blogging now.

Happy New Year to everyone!

It came so quickly and I'm not that excited about it. Oh well. It was a nice year.

I don't have much to say.

Boom Kapoww Whack!

I was very upset earlier today and I talked to a friend who somehow managed to calm me down. Thank you very much!
And then my dad gave me a paper package. Of course this made my day (or the 2 hours left of it) amazing!
So I spent some time reading all my new comics. When I first read them I'm usually too excited and don't concentrate on the details, but then for 2 days I read them over and over again.

What do I think of them?
If anybody reads my blog they're probably Marvel fans, but oh well.
I think the DC reboot isn't as horrible as I thought it would be. It seems like everything is getting more violent and bloody (probably because the art is better).
I like the slight change in the Flash's costume, and the comics were awesome, but STUPID CLIFFHANGER!
The Teen Titans disappointed me. Because suddenly they're not a group of teenage superheroes that get together to help each other, but they're totally awkward kids who are hyperactive (Kid Flash), a stalker (Red Robin), an angry kleptomaniac (Wonder Girl), an overexcited Mexican (Bunker), an assassin (Superboy), a slimy confused bug-girl, and a fake Starfire named Charcoal Girl I think. I liked Bart as he was, they changed him too much. I like Tim, and his costume with the wings is just awesome. Superboy was also a disappointment, maybe because I haven't seen much of him yet. But I have to wait for my next batch of comics to see what happens to Superboy.
Nightwing is awesome too. Not much to say, really. His new costume is too dark and I liked the blue on him, but he's still the guy he is.
Uhhh, Batman and Robin. I love the relationship between them. They're both in total confusion and don't know what to do (or it seems like it) and I'm sure it will be fun to watch them improve throughout the comics. My favorite Robin would be the first one, Dick Grayson, but this Robin (Damian Wayne) is definitely the second. And of course Alfred is still like the trunk of the tree while Bruce and Damian are the leaves and branches. Alfred is always there and awesome.

I am excited! Now I should go organize my comics.

The Teen Titans! There's a LOT of red in that picture. I don't like red.


For comparison, this is a cover of a Teen Titans volume before the reboot.

Kid Flash (Bart Allen) in the bottom right corner, Wonder Girl (Cassie Sandmark) right above him and Superboy (Conner Kent, Kon-El) right next to her. They changed them too much.

Ho ho ho!

Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it! Have an amazing one!

There's snow everywhere!!

You know, I never believed in Santa Claus, probably because he's not exactly a part of our celebrations and also because I knew people bought presents for each other.
I only believed in the Tooth Fairy but figured out she didn't exist either because the present she gave me was too much like what my parents would buy. This was when? When I was 6 years old? Yeah.

Lately I've been obsessed with Pokemon—I bought a new game yay!—and this obsession is giving me little flashbacks of elementary school.
I had this friend who lived near my house. We were on the same school bus, we both liked legos, Pokemon, etc. So I used to go to his house all the time to play with his legos. Sometimes another guy named Teo would come too, and we would order pizza. There's that thing they put in the middle of the delivery box so the pizza doesn't touch the cardboard, right? It looked so much like a table.
I had this collection of Pikachu toys, as I remember. I had like 5 Pikachus and a rubber Raichu. When we were done with the pizza we would use the box as a house. The calculator was a computer, the tissue was the rug, that plastic thing that was placed in the center of the box was the table. And we brought all our Pokemon toys and put them in the box. It was a big family. Those were fun times, really.

Now I wonder if they would remember if I went and told those two boys what we used to do. I hope they do, because I haven't seen one of them for years and the other doesn't go to our school anymore.
I guess it's memories like this that really matter.

I can't find most of my Pikachus and my Raichu has been missing for years. I really loved those toys. I only have two Pikachus left.

Gahhhhh.

I just had inspiration to draw. I'll go draw something.

Also, nobody comments on my blog and I totally feel like I'm talking to myself. But it's nice to put my thoughts somewhere.

Pikachu:


Raichu:

"We are not alone!"

--Saphira

I just finished reading 'Inheritance'.
I...I loved the book!!
When I read the first page I though 'Wow, his writing style changed a lot!' And for the better, too. His writing flows and I think everything was balanced.
I almost never got bored of the book, and that's a good thing considering the fact that the book was over 800 pages!
The story was cliche but not cliche, if you know what I mean. There was the whole 'main character is special and powerful and he's trying to kill the evil king and then one of the bad guys turns good' thing going on, but most of the events in the story were unpredictable.

But there were a few things I didn't like.
1—My favorite character died in the middle of the book, and his name wasn't mentioned for the rest of the book. No really, never mentioned.
2—So there were some really interesting and exciting scenes with Eragon, and at the end of the chapter he discovered something or something really important happened, and Mr. Paolini decided to end the chapter with a cliffhanger and start the next chapter from the perspective of Roran (Eragon's cousin) who was in a place far away from Eragon with the rest of the army and did something I did not care about. Okay not caring is not true, but what Eragon was up to was what I was truly interested in.
This really frustrated me, and sometimes I actually put the book down and didn't read it for a day just because he did this.
3—The end. Sure, it was nice, but it made me so sad. I expected a more fairy tale-like ending, with the "And they lived happily ever after!!"

Two scenes almost made me cry. This is probably because they were sad, well written, and I'm too emotional. But I could imagine everything that happened.


Um, I spent the last two days playing Pokemon and watching Lord of the Rings with my friend, Eda. It was fun!
And believe me, Eda is not who she is in class when she's with me.

I want to read the Hobbit now!

Cover of the book:

Warning: Long Post

Hi!
I haven't blogged for a while, but this post will be a long one.

First of all, I wrote something.
Intro: In most books or movies that contain war or some kind of battle, there are those guys that die all the time and nobody cares. You know, that warrior who gets killed by the main character, that guard who is killed for no reason, that extremely minor character you probably won't remember after you're done with the book/movie? I wondered what it would be like to see things from their perspective, so I wrote the following. It's the same scene I wrote with Edmund, Ellyn and Eldwin, but from an archers view.

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It’s another day at the fortress.
I’m sitting next to some other soldiers, bow in hand, checking my quiver and asking for spare arrows. No one cares, no one looks, all their arrows are too precious to them.
I must agree. “Big day it is today, indeed! Indeed!” as William said, “You will be our victory, your bows will! Use every arrow with care and the skill you posses!”
He doesn’t believe a word of it, I can tell. He just says it to fool the idiots. I’m not one of them, I know what’s happening here. William is not here now, I don’t know where the sneaky man is. Maybe he’ll appear mysteriously behind those two archers, they’re talking about him now.
So I sit there, practice pulling the string without an arrow, maybe say a word to the others. They’re nervous, I’m nervous. Nobody confesses though.
Some young man sits next to me. He’s too young to be in the army. He glances at me, then back to his bow. His eyes are dark, thoughtful, sad. He’s tired.
“Kid,” I say, “how old are you?”
He lifts his head up from his gloom and looks at me in the eye.
“Fifteen.”
“Go home.”
“No.”
“Why are you here, kid?”
He doesn’t answer. He looks back down to his worn out boots. We’re silent for what seems to be an hour. Then William rushes in, his back straight. His posture, the way he lifts his chin, ticks me off, really. Thinks he’s the king of us all, but when the dragon riders talk to him he just squeals and sweats and tries to please them, but he’s just a tool to them. Often he tells us about how the riders love him and he’s their greatest helper, but that just proves he’s an idiot too.
“Up to the walkway!” he shouts at us, “It’s time, up up up!! Run, or Sir Edmund will be mad!”
He has an accent when he talks. Dunno what accent though. Whatever it is, it makes it harder to take him seriously.
I’ve went through this many times. So I stand, and follow the line of archers up the stairs. I catch a glimpse of the boy. He has no emotion on his face, which worries me more.
In no time we’re all spread out on the high walkway behind the walls. Two steps between each man. I ready my bow and stare at the distance. It's a bright cloudless day.
Edmund is there, with two dragons—one crimson, one purple with a collar—and two elves. I have no idea what they’re doing. He’s talking to the woman, they’re jogging toward the gate. The other elf with the red dragon seems to hesitate, but follows them slowly afterward.
My eyes are locating weak points in their armor, tiny holes in their mail shirts, parts of their limbs not covered by the metal. No helmets on their heads. An accurate shot and they’re dead. I’m not planning to kill them, no. I’m just used to this. It’s a waste of a good arrow if you shoot at the wrong place.
‘Sir Edmund’ doesn’t even notice us. He’s too busy talking to the elf as they walk past the gates. The elf lifts her head and looks, though. She has this unusual beauty. Our eyes meet for a second, but she doesn’t do anything. Looks away.
This is one of the things I don’t like about my job: the riders. They’re in control, they have power, magic, flames, weapons, respect. Everything I don’t have, and possibly everything I do. Just like William, we’re only tools for them. Rag dolls they can shove on enemy soldiers while they have their battles with other riders up in the air.
I see what they do to armies. They fry them, battalion after battalion, regiment after regiment, squad after squad. It doesn’t matter how many lives they take, they do anything for victory. We don’t mean anything to them. Maybe we even get in their way. We’re flies, they’re vultures, and we’re all attacking the same carcass. Sure, we help, but they get most of the meat.
I don’t think they understand we’re people too. We have lives, maybe we’re not as important but—no, no. We’re important too. A life is a life. It’s value is the same, isn’t it? It feels like they don’t know the value of our lives. We’re not just weapons, we’re men with pasts, presents, and futures.
I have a wife back home. Mary her name is. The riders don’t care about her, no. But we all know the gossip about them. Who fancies who, which dragons mated, everybody knows. But nobody knows about Mary. It’s not that I don’t talk about her, I do.
I don’t know how she is. Don’t know if she’s ill, healthy. I’m not supposed to worry about her.

I hate being here. I really do. Taking those lives I value so much...Looking straight into their eyes when I do so. Hearing men scream, seeing blood, death. I don’t like it.
I don’t know why I’m here. I want to walk away from the battle. At first I used to tell myself: “You’re here for Mary, you’re here for your friends, your village, your country. You’re here to make sure they’re safe.”
Now I realize that was just a lie. I’m only fighting because I’m forced to. Because if I hide at home, they’ll come find me and drag me to the battlefield anyway.

Another thing I hate about this is the sick feeling of satisfaction and pride you get when you successfully kill an enemy. Archery is not like slashing around with a sword, it needs concentration, skill, strength, accuracy, and being able to release the bowstring knowing you’re going to take a life. I used to feel guilty. The feeling stuck to my heart and weighed it down, I had sleepless nights. Now I’m used to it. And I get that ‘sick feeling of satisfaction’. Because I have hit my target, shot it down. Sometimes they’re not anything more than moving targets.

I think too much. I think way too much. They don’t want that. “Sir Edmund will get mad, oh jolly dragon ears what will we do!?” William. Edmund. The elves. They don’t want us to think. They prefer us as mindless warriors who know nothing but to kill. They act so blindly.

William runs up. He fixes his cloak and flicks his hair. I wonder what he’s going to say now. Maybe he’ll give another speech about how great Edmund is. He clears his throat and puts his hand on his sword.
“Sir Edmund has ordered you to get ready: they are coming.” he shouts.
So we do. I ready an arrow and look at the horizon. Marching toward us is an army—a humongous one—carrying the banners of the King of the East. Behind us I hear the roars of the three present dragons, like a war horn. Floating above are more dragons. I nod shortly at the two archers next to me.
It’s another day at the fortress. Another day of pain, risks, blood, death. Some survive, some don’t.
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Yes, that's it. I feel like I took a risk while writing this. I don't know how a soldier at that time period would feel, I just wrote down what I imagined he would. And I must say I like this character. I like this piece. I used the present tense because I felt like he should explain the moment and everything that he feels now, because that's what matters most to him. It's not the past he cares about, it's not the future either (he might not have one). He lives now.
Also I used basic words because I didn't think he would know that much.
I want to write more, but I'll do that tomorrow.

Again acknowledgements: Thanks to all my friends who read this piece and told me their opinion on it or edited it.

What have I been up to lately? Thursday I went to the dentist who changed the wire on my braces and it still hurts and I have trouble eating. Also I'm not allowed to do sports for a while because of my foot. I'm sad about this because I really miss horse riding and football.

Friday, science fair. It was very fun, I think it was the best science fair I've participated in. We ran around, gave people radioactivity stickers, judged other peoples projects and more. Sometimes I saw a radioactivity hazard sign on students' backs. This meant they had visited our poster!

Saturday I was lazy. Sunday I was also lazy. But that's what I do in holidays: I sleep, draw, write, read, chat.

I've visited some friends, and I'm having a wonderful break. This usually doesn't happen and I end up being...in a bad mood? I'm enjoying this holiday although bad things about my foot keep happening.

I finished a book my friend had let me borrow a long time ago. It's named Candor. I think it's a must-read. The end was just—GGFDGSRSGHGBBDVSRUTIYUHHHHV. I mean I liked the end, but it was just so very sad. I actually got that 'sinking heart' feeling I get when I'm upset.

Now I'm going to finish Inheritance (And it's really bothering me because the author keeps switching perspectives when an extremely important event is occurring. Sure, I care about the army trying to take over a city, but I care more about the scene I've been waiting 600+ pages for, you know.) and then continue reading my book tower, starting with the Alchemist.

I ordered comics and I'm very excited about them! I hope DC hasn't ruined these guys as much as I think they did!
They are not even going to mention my favorite comic character because 'it might confuse new readers'. I don't care, I was a new reader last year and it didn't confuse me. Some new costume designs are just horrible, but some are amazing. The art is amazing too, I can't wait to read every single one I get.

I hope everybody is having a wonderful holiday!

Checkmate

HIIIIIIIIIIIII!

SHERLOCK HOLMES: A GAME OF SHADOWS

AWESOMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

We watched the premiere with my friend, and from the moment we entered the cinema I was so excited that I was having trouble hiding all the excitement.
Anyway, since we came early we got to sit in seats right in the center. The man on the radio that gave us the tickets gave a little speech, and they started the movie directly.

If I explained it, it would be a big spoiler, so GO SEE IT ON FRIDAY!

But basically it was just amazing and it actually surprised me.

Of course, it was more action than mystery, but oh well.

Now I'm going to sleep because it's late and I have a math exam tomorrow.

Edmund and Ellyn

I was bored in History class so I drew Edmund (shhhh!) and then in Spanish class I finished answering the questions quickly, so instead of doodling in my notebook, I drew Ellyn next to Edmund.

They are highlighted according to the colour of their dragon.

Edmund had a green sword, and Ellyn uses daggers when she can't use her magic, so I drew their weapons.

And this is Edmund when he's just putting on his armor, because if he had the whole thing on, then it would look more complete to my eye.

Mrrrrrrr, yes, Ellyn has white hair with blue tips. She's an elf AND a witch. She can do whatever she wants.

Many thanks to Ezgi for letting me use her pencils! I tried out a new style.

Now I'm off to find a name for Edmund's dragon.



BTW: I'm so exited for the Sherlock Homes premiere I'm going to tomorrow!! Also I'm drawing presents for people, and suddenly I'm a lot busier than I was before! Ughgghg. I ordered comics!! Eep DC New 52!

Finally Some Writing From Me

"Sir! Sir Edmund! I heard you called me, sir."
The loud voice of a soldier distracted Edmund the dragon rider from his confused thoughts. He turned his head and faced the soldier.
"Oh, yes. I wanted to make sure the archers were positioned. Tell William to line them up on the wall."
"Yes, sir!" the soldier shouted and scrambled off.
Edmund went back to gazing at the sky. He was waiting for the arrival of other riders—oh, there they were! A purple and a crimson dragon soared through the clouds, their wings spread wide. Two elves sat on their necks.
Edmund ran out of the fortress to greet them. Soon enough, the dragons had landed. The ground jarred from their weight. The wing wash almost knocked Edmund off his feet. Instinctively, he raised his arm and covered his face. He staggered back.
The dragons folded their wings. The purple one, Porfirio, yawned in boredom. From its saddle jumped down Ellyn, the young elf witch. Being 4 furlongs away from Edmund, her figure appeared vague and blurry.
She ran toward him in excitement. The last time they had seen each other was several months ago, in battle.
As Ellyn approached him, Eldwin slid down from Quirmése, his red dragon. He was a pessimistic, cold elf. Edmund didn't like him much. Eldwin always seemed to disagree with him just because he didn't like him either.
"Edmund!" cried Ellyn and halted right before him.
"Long time no see, Ellyn!" he said and smiled.
"Mmm...How's the plan going?" the elf asked.
"We're almost ready to go! Only the archers must position themselves." Edmund explained.
"Splendid!" Ellyn said, "Shall we go?"
Edmund nodded, and not waiting for Eldwin, they walked to the fortress.
"That fool, will either be the death of us or our victory." Eldwin muttered after them.

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Hi :3
We got writing time in class!! And it was free writing time too! We could write anything we wanted, but we had to use some of our new vocabulary words and mention one of the definitions of death we came up with. I used three of the words, but didn't talk about death—until I mentioned the word itself in the end.

About the characters and concept:
The dragon riders were of course inspired by Inheritance. Porifirio is actually my imaginary dragon. I came up with him with a friend and spent an hour looking for a name that would fit his colour.
Quirmése? I didn't have a name for him, but Mr. Dale said I should, so I looked up 'crimson' in the dictionary and made up a name inspired by the root words I saw there.
Edmund is my favorite medieval name. I imagined him with black curly hair and green eyes. His dragon matches his eye colour, and wasn't in this little scene (but actually was sleeping inside the fortress).
Ellyn the elf. I keep changing her, but right now she has short white hair tied in a ponytail and blue highlights at the tips. She usually wears cloaks over her armor. Since she's a witch, she carries a staff, and wields two daggers with amethyst implanted on the handle. Amethyst because I love the rock, and her dragon is purple also.
Eldwin was just a random character I came up with because I felt like it would be awkward if only two riders defended a fortress. No offense, Eldwin. I'll develop you too!

Ehh, Edmund, Porfirio, and Ellyn were in my personal essays beginning and end. I'll post the essay here too.

Um, I'd like to thank some people for their help here.
First of all, Mr. Dale for basically being the reason for these characters existence, giving us writing time, and helping me edit my work in a rather fun way.
My friends Deniz, Ezgi, and Müfit for reading it and commenting on it.

It might not be much, but I'll probably continue it and write the connection between the essay part and this part. I'll also put up sketches of the characters when I get back home.
Adios~

roar

Hello!

I want to write something, anything. A story. Maybe something Inheritance inspired. Maybe I'll make Eda show me that scene in the Hobbit.

I want to start writing now, just throw in some words, turn it into a story, and feel satisfied. I want to feel like I've done something useful, happy, fulfilled.

But I'm forcing myself not to, because I have too much homework to do, and I get distracted enough already. Maybe if I work hard and finish everything, then I might have time to write.

Some observations before I dive into my sea of assignments:
My writing style—haha, we talked about style today!—changes temporarily whenever I read a new book and like it. For instance this is happening with Inheritance. It happened with The Fellowship of the Ring, it happened with Brisingr, Percy Jackson, etc.
This doesn't only affect my story writing, it affects my speech too. I remember saying thing like "Farewell." or "I shall not go to horse riding today, for I am too lazy." to my friends on Skype right after finishing Brisingr—and I had read LOTR two weeks before.
A friend just asked me where something was, and I replied "It is to my right." instead of saying "It's right next to me, dude."
See what I mean?

Also, something that scares me: an author could make years pass with only 3 words. So if you're reading this extremely exciting part of a book, they could just skip a couple years and leave you staring at the book like..."Er...WHAT DID YOU JUST DO WHAT HAPPENED WHY DID YOU JUST DO THIS OH GOD WHY? WHAT HAPPENS NOW? WHAT HAPPENED?"
Of course this hasn't happened to me yet, but that would be my exact reaction if it did.

Anyway, Inheritance is awesome, but it's getting a little (by that I actually mean very) disgusting.

He killed my favorite character. Mr. Paolini, I am disappointed. My favorite character ALWAYS dies.
10 pages before his death, I got this bad feeling. I though 'Please don't die...please don't die...'. And then that moment came, he burned to his death, I threw the book on my bed and had a little... outburst of anger?

Every time I read something about Eragon, this wave of thoughts crashes through my mind, roaring "Character development! Character development! Character development!" Thank you, Mr. Paolini! In the first book the only thing Eragon did was ask questions, but now he's so awesome! But of course, he's 16? Really?

Totodilekid97: I mean it when I say it's worth it when you read Brisingr! Don't give up on Eragon, go read it! Eldest is where the action starts, so get to it! Then Brisingr is just AWESOME, and since you like blood and violence you'll love Inheritance. READ. I COMMAND YOU.

"You must learn...to see what you are looking at."

--Glaedr, the yellow dragon, in Inheritance.

Hi!
I noticed I haven't blogged for a while.
I really wasn't aware of it.

Ahh, the entire week we've been reading and analyzing Ray Bradbury's story, "There Will Come Soft Rains". We circled new vocabulary like 'cavorting' and 'tremulous'. We underlined or highlighted figures of speech. I'm going to give some examples of the ones I found:
"the voice-clock sang"—personification
"electric eyes"—metaphor
"the toast was like stone"—simile

Yup. There's more, but I won't write all of them here.

I actually sketched some of the scenes of the story on my book, and will scan them later.
I like Ray Bradbury's writing, although I have only read "The Pedestrian", "Fahrenheit 451" and now this. I'd love to read more!

I'm used to my braces, but my leg is still giving me trouble. We went to the doctor again today, and he was pressing on some places on my foot while talking to my dad, and they both did not see my painful expression. Ha ha, I might draw that now.

Ah, I have no pictures for today. I'll go draw some.
Wow, short entry.

Hi there!
I can't bite anything, I have to cut everything into small pieces and squish them inside my mouth until they're small enough to swallow without hurting myself. And the worst part is that other people around me eat as much as they want while I'm just sitting there having some kind of war with the food. Ugh. In moments like this, you realize the true value of food.

Mr Dale! I really want to read that comment you were writing on my entry. :) You don't have to take 25 minutes again, but I'm really curious about what you were going to say.

OH and I got a NaNoWriMo account. I'll do the challenge in summer, or maybe December. Summer is better though, because I'll have more time and I can plan the entire story until then.

I was going to say something else, but I forgot. Oh well :)
AH YES! I remembered! I noticed that I got loads of red dots on my little world map! Which means I have viewers all of the place!
Some in America, some near Australia, someone in the UK (Sumer, I know it's you! :D ) and others around Asia! It's so much fun looking at the map and trying to locate where everybody is!


This entry is for drawings and pictures. I don't know why, I just felt like posting images.

My friend Ezgi said I looked like a completely different person with the braces, and I though 'New looks need new profile pictures!' and I drew this. I like wings! And I'm not good at drawing braces. The only things in that drawing that I don't own are the wings and the boots. The boots are of Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist, but instead of the red soles, I put blue, because I don't like red and I love blue.


This is Zatanna from DC. She's my favorite female superhero :) I had a reference for this, it was a cover page of a comic. I don't own the comic, but the picture was on the Facebook page for DC and I liked it so I decided to draw it (by the way, I drew this when we were supposed to be working on our math project at totodilekid97's house :) this is the sketch I hid from him)
I might colour it later, it's not finished.


A tower I made of the books I'm going to read:


Yay.

"You are...nothing to be proud of."

--Solf J. Kimblee
A character from the Fullmetal Alchemist manga. He's mad. He's violent. He kills people (but he dies too so that's good, I don't like Kimblee). He says this quote to a character named Pride, and I find that funny :)

Summary of my Friday before I get to the English:
I was staying over at my friends house. We watched Pokemon movies until 2:00 am. I woke up around 7:00-7:30. Then we watched "The Fellowship of the Ring". It was fun, but my parents dragged me to the parent-teacher conferences. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to go, but I wish I could have stayed with my friend a little longer. Anyway, we talked to the teacher and it was fun. Afterward (see, Mr. Dale? I didn't use the s), we went to a doctor for my foot, and he said it probably wasn't a big deal and I might have hit it somewhere because apparently my foot was like...squished... After that, we went to the dentist.
Getting my braces was kind of fun, to be honest. I mean, seeing all those weird dentist equipment is cool. What's not cool is the fact that they put this thing in my mouth that was supposed to suck the saliva so I wouldn't swallow, and after 5 minutes I couldn't feel my tongue because it was so dry. And I couldn't feel it until the whole thing was done.
What I'm most disappointed about is that the dentist didn't put those colourful plastic rings on my braces. I mean, come on, that's the only good part, isn't it? I was going to get blue and purple, and then I was going to put on nail polish of the same colour and then have a little outburst of joy.
At least she said I'd get them later.
It actually doesn't hurt at all. But it's extremely uncomfortable, and I can't eat. I can't bite, to be exact. It really bothers me. I had to swallow every single piece of pasta on my place, and when my mom asked if I wanted soup instead, I said "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I WILL NOT DRINK SOUP!" because of two reasons. 1- I didn't think I wouldn't be able to bite, and after realizing that, I could not give up and tell her I couldn't eat. That would be a sign of weakness. 2- Pasta, or soup? Definitely pasta.
I feel like a horse.

Ah yes, English class. In class, we read two stories named "Her First Ball" and "My Greatest Ambition". The first one was about a 18 year old girl going to her first ball, and meeting an old man who spoils everything but then forgetting him. The second is about a kid trying to publish his comic strips in a magazine.

This is what I wrote in class:

Connections Between Two Stories

The obvious relation between the two stories is that both the main characters had an ambition, and they were somehow discouraged. The main difference, is that the boy gave up on being a comic book artist, but the girl (Leila) continued dancing. They both let themselves be discouraged. Then there were the minor similarities, like how they were both young, that the person who discouraged them was older than then, how they both had relatives that helped them in their 'journey'. The two characters were a lot like each other too. Leila and the boy were a little new to everything and didn't know how things worked.

- - - - - - - - -

I decided to do NaNoWriMo next year. :D
Or I could have my own Writing Month, I don't have to wait for November.

Egh, I don't have any pictures to post.
Braces aren't nice.

"Let me enlighten you, priest."

--- 'King' Hyperion.

And then he set the guy on fire. Now that was a nice pun/joke, but it was just cruel.

Before I talk about the movie, I will summarize my Saturday.

I went to the dentist and did some stuff about my braces. They're going to put them on on Friday o.O
After that, I sat at home and wrote a bit of my essay. I ate lunch, and we started driving to Atlıspor for horse riding. If you ride horses, you need to wear long thick boots, or these other things over your shoes. I have those 'other things'. I don't know what they're called in English. They're like...leather things that cover from your ankle to below your knee. Anyway, I was putting those on in the car.
I got car sick. It wasn't nice. And near the end of my lesson I felt like I was going to throw up, so I had to stop the horse. We got back home, I took a shower, and we went to Ankuva with my mom to watch Immortals. I was going to watch it with friends, but I couldn't arrange it, so yeah.
I stomach was still bad. I was still car sick, but I was sitting in the cinema, so that was a little weird.

The movie? It was the goriest movie I have ever watched in my short life of 14.5 years.
There was blood everywhere, and it was a little too realistic. 3D did not help with the goriness either.
Now, time to complain about the mythical side of the movie.
First of all, there is a reason why the gods are called IMMORTAL. They cannot be killed. Same with the Titans. They didn't die, they were ripped into pieces and thrown into the pit of Tartarus. Also, the Titans were not awkward gray skinned men who knew nothing but to kill and groan!
Then, the gods. Athena was too girly. And I didn't like her fighting style. Girl, if you keep spinning around, of course someone is going to stab your back. So much for the goddess of WISDOM and BATTLE STRATEGY.
I thought Ares was Hephaestus! I checked IMDb to be sure, and it says Ares. But the guy carried a HAMMER. And his face was way too childish to be Ares. I think they decided to merge the two brothers and call it Ares. He was too weak to be Ares!!
I can't complain much about Poseidon, he was just awesome, but in the last battle why did he not use his epic oceanic powers!?
I think I saw Hermes the first time the showed Olympus, but I'm not sure that was Hermes.
Where was Hera? Aphrodite? Demeter? Where were the rest of the Olympians? Where was HADES?
Zeus, where was your lightning? Your thunder?
Basically the gods were just a bunch of pretty people walking around half naked and getting their skin ripped out of their heads.

I could keep going on and on.

Oh also, Hyperion is the Titan of light, not a mortal king who likes to stuff girls into bull statues and roast them alive.

Anyway, I have some questions about the movie too.

Was this made because people wanted to see violence on the big screen?
Why does a 14 year old girl know more mythology than you?
Homer would be disappointed.
Was the purpose of the movie to tell people that there is a God and atheists die because they don't believe?
Or was it something else?

Overall, it was an entertaining movie and you should watch if you want to see some action.


Ughghghg my tummy does not feel good.

Zzzzzz

Yesterday, before I slept, I grabbed my iPod and started ranting on Blogger mobile. Sadly my iPod decided to shut down. And I lost all of my wonderful tirade.
Anyways, I'm not going to type all of that up.
But that tirade was not just "Oh I'm so tired and I hate life these things are so baddddddddddd!". It was actually meaningful, and if CERTAIN PEOPLE read it they might have learnt something.
I'm rather tired right now. I've been running around shouting and pretending I was Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc from the Fullmetal Alchemist manga (of course I was doing this with other friends, I don't do this kind of stuff when I'm home alone, that would just be awkward).
On Thursday, I dropped my bag at homeroom and walked to my locker to put away my coat. When I came back, a huge green book was sitting next to my bright blue bag. I stopped talking to my friends, and ran to the book screaming "INHERITANNNNNNNNNNCEEEEEEEEEEE!"
I got some awkward glances from people, but I didn't really care. Thank you very much to my wonderful fluffy haired friend for letting me borrow his book and being there for me when I need to talk to him. :)
Yes, so, I have Inheritance. Unfortunately I haven't had time to read the book yet! I'm only on the second chapter! And this guy called Yunus tries to spoil the book for me every time I see him in math class! It's annoying!!

I really wonder what the 3 mistakes (hohoho!) on my math test are about.

I have too much homework.

In two weeks or something, I'll have braces. I'm kind of worried, because everybody tells me it's like torture and you can't eat or drink anything except soup for the first month. I don't like soup!

Ah, just remembered I had to draw Samwise from LOTR for my friend Eda. Because I drew Frodo and he's alone without Sam. :(

On Sunday or Monday I'll post my personal essay here. I think I like it so far.

By the way, Mr. Dale; you know you said to write a dialogue for the beginning and end? Would it be okay to use original characters from my book/story? I can't write much about them (no time!!)...

Heh, if anybody reads my blog entries I'm sorry for writing so many random things that don't relate to English class in almost any way.

I'm sorry if I have spelling mistakes here. I was going to proofread it but decided it was too long.
Now I'll go and sleep.

Coolness

I have a quote that doesn't relate to anything I will talk about this entry:
Obi-Wan: But Master Yoda says I should be mindful of the future.
Qui-Gon Jinn: But not at the expense of the moment.

From The Phantom Menace. I think it's true.

Anyway, English class time!
Like, 3 weeks earlier, we had made lists of books we would like to keep if all the books in the world were going to be burnt.
That one was a personal list. We got in pairs and put together another list. Afterwards, we mailed all those lists to our friend Ezgi, who created a class list.
A link to it is here.

I'm very happy about this list. I think we have a nice variety of books (maybe too many British authors and fiction books...).

Now, everybody in the class picks one of these books. We memorize a part of the book, and we read it to an audience made up of our friends, teachers, and parents, on a certain night.

I want to read either the Odyssey or the Alchemist. The Odyssey because I'm a Greek myth freak, and the Alchemist because the first 7 pages of the book have been interesting so far.

Oh well, we'll see what happens on Tuesday. Right?

The weekend passed so quickly! I want to watch a nice movie.

IMMORTALS! THEY'RE SHOWING IT IN BILKENT! ASSSSSASAFHJGHDSDFSJHK!!
But I want to watch that movie with certain friends :( And I can't arrange that now! I can't contact one of them, and the other will probably not be able to come (totodilekid97, READ THIS) because he'll make up a reason.

I...I want to watch that movie...

I know that throughout the entire movie, I'll be complaining about how they messed up a certain myth or character.

Flames

Hello!
This entry I will talk about English class and something else.
So first the something else.
Yesterday, I went to the German Embassy with my cousin, aunt and grandma. There was this event they called the 'Lantern Festival'. Apparently they celebrate this every year, and kindergardeners and 1-4th graders go there with their handmade lanterns and sing songs. I couldn't go last year because of school.
So now, what is the Lantern Festival about? The 11th of November is called St. Martin's Day. St. Martin was a Roman soldier. One night, he cut his cloak in half and have it to a beggar, so they both wouldn't freeze in the cold. I don't know the whole story (because everybody was talking in German and I don't know enough German to understand).
First, everybody gathered in a big grassy area. The kids sang songs (out of tune) and then they acted out a scene. Afterwards, we walked towards a wide manege. The kids went first, with the glowing lanterns swinging in their hands.
A man in a cloak and a black beautiful horse was trotting around, waving at people.
When we arrived there, my aunt entered the line for food. My cousin dragged me to the center of the manege, where an enormous fire was being lit.

Wood was piled up to form something that looked like a tent. Around the wood were fences. Three men with lighters circled the wood and, started the fire.
Yes, the title of this entry. Flames.
I think fire is beautiful. It's warm, bright.
This particular fire was astounding. The wind blew it towards one direction, and all the ashes rained down on us (my cousin and his friends acted like the ashes were some kind of deadly thing and ran around screaming). The ashes glowed orange.
The flames reminded me of blonde hair with orange highlights. They danced, they swayed, they moved to and fro.
The dark night was cold. Very cold. Luckily, I was wearing my boots, coat, and hat. But these did not stop the cold completely. My upper legs, by face, my hands, were freezing. I stood near the fire. It warmed me up almost instantly.
First, I forgot the stinging feeling on my legs and fingers. Then, I felt like my face was burning. Like I had a REALLY bad fever. I got worried for a second, but I got used to the heat. It was calming. It made me want to crawl into my bed and sleep.
Beautiful.

Enough description, here are some photos:





PS: I changed my mind, I'll talk about English class tomorrow!

Travel Blog 3

Firstly, some info about the place I visited.

I didn't have my computer with me (and writing long paragraphs on an iPod is just painful) so I wrote everything down in my notebook, and here are the pages:







OH and I forgot to write about this in the notes, but while we were driving we passed this forest. The trees...the trees were all orange and yellow, and it looked like the hill was on fire! It was amazing.
Flames are beautiful, really.

Question for totodilekid97 (who probably won't read this): In Pokemon Diamond, I'm trying to catch Azelf. I got it's HP down to...I don't know...2? 1? Something extremely low like that. It was night, and I was in a cave, but the dusk balls had almost NO effect. Help?

Meh meh meh. Too much stuff to do!

Travel Blog 2

Hi!

Today:
It's the first day of Bayram, so we visited elders. After that we went to watch The Adventures of Tintin: the Secret of the Unicorn with my aunt and cousin. I loved the art. It was a good movie, but I think it could have been better. Anyway, I bought myself the 26th volume of Fullmetal Alchemist!!! STUPID CLIFFHANGERS!! At least I only have to wait a month for the next one (MR. RIORDAN!). And I also bought some mythical beast figures. I'll put some pictures up. I was looking through all the figures and then this bright red thing caught my eye. I looked, and IT WAS A PHOENIX! I like phoenixes.

Left to right: Minotaur, Phoenix, Chimera,
Below picture left to right: Dragon, Griffin, Unicorn

Travel Blog 1

Hello!
Mr Dale told us to write travel blogs/journals/that stuff.
I haven't gone anywhere, but I can still talk about...my adventures in the car!!

Thursday:
I went to my grandmothers house with a taxi. All the grown ups were worried and they were all calling me and asking me if I had a nice ride (uncoded: DID THE DRIVER DO ANYTHING TO DO??). It was a boring ride, and CALM everybody. Nobody did anything to me. The driver didn't even talk at all. *sigh*

Friday:
We went to Kızılay with my dad. It took forever. The traffic wasn't moving. I had my new sketchbook with me, so I was sketching stuff and then writing down the story ideas that came to my mind. The place we went to was closed, so we had to wait for a while. After we were done I went back home. Then we went to ODTU to talk to a professor with my friend for science fair. It was very fun! I learned some new info about frequency and radiation. Two hours later we went to the dentist with my dad, and after that I was ranting for an hour. In a month at most, expect to see braces on my teeth.
I watched Anadolu Kartalları. I thought it was amazing :) It really interested me, because once I wanted to be a military pilot AND I'm including pilots in my story. I could go on about the movie, but basically I think you must see it.

Today:
I went horse riding again! It cheered me up and pulled me out of my depressive mood. When I first started the sport, we rode these ponies called Haflingers. I thought they were called half-fingers...Anyway, they're short and fat and adorable. My favorite was a female one named Gonca. She was like me in horse form. And my friend Eda said she didn't like Gonca because she was annoying (see?). Gonca had a boyfriend called Alp and he was the most mischievous horse there. Eda didn't like him either. Eda liked the black ponies who didn't have any personality (if she sees this she'll get mad at me!). They were rather peaceful and well trained, while the Haflingers were like naughty kids! Now I ride horses in Atlıspor and I don't see any Haflingers around. :(
After that, I came home and drew. We started watching movies with my parents, but I got bored and now I'm here typing this, and finishing a drawing at the same time.

Heh, this was a long entry.

Inheritance is coming out in 3 days!!! *does chicken dance*

My next post will probably be about our class.

Hmmm....PICTURE TIMEEEEE!

"Say what you want to satisfy yourself, but you only say what everybody else says you want."

--Mika

The quote? It's because I'm silently singing 'Grace Kelly' by Mika to myself.

The blog entry? I haven't posted anything for a while.

In class we're talking about plot, climax, and that kind of stuff. I'm really excited about it (I might look like I'm extremely bored in class, but I'm actually listening!) because I want to learn more about writing stories. I'm going to write a book or a short novel, so this information really helps! I'm still at the planning part of the story, and having too many characters doesn't help speed the process.

I tend to make "To Do Lists" for myself, and then I tick off everything I've done. I hadn't made one for two weeks or something, so I made one. And now I'm scared. The entire page is filled. Mostly drawing requests I get from people, but there are a bunch of other assignments and I have no idea how I'm going to manage it. But I'll do it somehow, even if it takes too long.

I have too many books to read. Like, 5.

I think I won't add anything new to both those lists until I'm done with most of them.

Anyway, in English class we're making this book list. We have to pick the books we would like to keep if all the books in the world were going to be burnt. My friend and I made a short list, and now we're trying to make a class list by showing everybody's lists to a certain 'chosen person' who will put them together. After that, each of us get a book from the class list, and we memorize a part of it. Then we read it to class! I have no idea what I'll get, but I hope it's something I like. If PJatO was in the list that would be easy for me since I read the 5th book (The Last Olympian) 6 times and knew most of it from memory anyway :P It's too bad PJatO is not in anybody else's list.

Happy Turkish Republic Day!!

~lightningbolt-13

Done

Hello! I just finished the Son of Neptune, and I'm here at midnight, to talk about it!
Great book, amazing characters, action scenes and the others are well balanced, funny jokes, but one big problem.

The end.

Mr Riordan, I don't know why you do this to me. I don't know why you do this to all the other fans. Why, would you not include the scene we had all been waiting for? I just don't understand that. Of course, cliffhangers are nice, they make the reader want to continue reading, and you do a great job at that, BUT I HAVE TO WAIT A YEAR TO READ THAT PART. THE LOST HERO, I DIDN'T LIKE THE CHARACTERS. I don't want to read Piper's constant whining and Jason's clueless comments on everything. No, just no. And now, the Son of Neptune. Everything was great, I never got bored of the book, all the characters were awesome (maybe not Octavian, though. and I didn't like Reyna), but WHY, just WHY would you end a book like that? And if you're going to do that...SAMMY, LEO? WHAT? WHAT? YOU DON'T LEAVE PEOPLE THAT CURIOUS! Or at least DON'T TORTURE US! DON'T MAKE US WAIT SO LONG TO FIND OUT!!

Oh also, near the end a character named Frank (one of my faves) gets the book The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Didn't we talk about that in class?

"House gods, like...smaller than real gods, but larger than apartment gods?”

--Percy Jackson

Um soooooo I'm still reading Son of Neptune.
I've had a very busy week and I haven't had time to do homework, so finishing the book might take longer than I expected. Ugh.

Usually I have nothing to do, so I just go and fill 7 pages of my sketch book or spend hours watching anime episodes, but then I get those weeks from time to time when I just have so much to do that I don't know how I can manage it.

Today we 'celebrated' UN day at school. It was, well, boring. Last year was so much better (and no, I'm not saying that because last year they had more food)! We couldn't even walk around so much; we had to sit in the science lab and watch people repeat information about mole day.

I hope we write something in English class soon.

I just can't start writing my story >.< I don't know why!

I don't get many comments on my posts, it makes me feel like I'm talking to myself.

A link to the similes we found in class.


Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, performing some alchemy. Woot. Found on tumbr.


Sketches of Nico di Angelo and Percy Jackson.

Busy

Guess why I'm here? :)

My mom walked through the door 10 minutes ago with a brown Amazon package! MY BOOKS!!!

YAAAAAAY YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW I CAN READ THEM AND I'LL BE DONE WITH ALL THREE BY NEXT WEEKEND!

My only problem is how busy I am! I don't really have time to read!!

*sighs*

I'll stay up late and read every single moment I am free. I'll read in breaks, before classes, during classes, at midnight, at 2:00 am, on UN day, in the car, in the bus; I'll read until I can't read anymore.

Of course this creates a big problem and takes away all my free time and I won't be able to draw and UGH!

I'll finish Son of Neptune in 2-3 days. The two HTTYD books will take shorter, probably. lkjhgfdsfdgfhjkljghfdfsd

ABOUT ENGLISH CLASS!:
Yesterday we listed similes and metaphors from Fahrenheit 451 (pages 113-160, approximately). That was only our group though, the other group had to find allusions. Today? We looked at some details about blogs, and then we read passages from Fahrenheit 451 and had to comment on it. It was fun!
I decided my favorite character is Beatty. Here's a question: Why do most of my favorite characters die? It's really sad.

TO DO LIST!:
x commish, art trades, gifts, such drawing stuff
x a map of a planet I'm creating
x plot map for my story
x shower
x homework
x reading, reading, reading!
x ...I have no idea, I forgot! >.<

PICTURES!:


The cover for Son of Neptune by Rick Riordan!


A photo of Ryan Reynolds (unrelated to everything I've talked about this entry) because Mr. Dale asked me if I liked Ryan Reynolds. Or did he? I don't really remember, but somebody did. I'm always floating around in my thoughts, so...yeah...

Wow

An amazing drawing by Hong Chun Zhang! I found this over here in this link our art teacher shared with us. Wish I could draw like that. I've never understood how people draw hair. I mean, sure, I can draw hair, but I can't make it look this realistic :/ Anyways, I shall now worship this artist.

RAWR!

Hello!
I'm here today to talk about that dragon article I read. It was in the 33rd issue of "NTV tarih"

I knew dragons were a big Chinese thing, but I never knew most of the European and Asian civilizations had included dragons in their religions and myths. The article says that in a story in the 13th century, it was told that when a snake reached the age of 100, it became a dragon, and God threw it in the water. After that, the 'dragon' drew out fins, and created waves in the sea. The dragon then flew into the sky and produced rain.
There were many kinds of dragons, like the water dragons, the sky dragons, and the earth/soil/ground dragons. While the sky dragons were good, the ground dragons represented bad things.
Dragons were said to be great guards. For example, in Greek myths, dragons protected special items; like the Golden Fleece and the apple tree in the Garden of Hesperides.
Dragons were wise, a source of life, and a part of the calender!
If you had slain a dragon, you were mighty and whatever. The article says Greek gods had to kill a dragon before they could be qualified as gods. I'm not sure if that's true. But Zeus did kill Typhon (although he isn't exactly a dragon)!

I kind of wish dragons were real. Even if I didn't own one, it would be amazing to see one.


Myself and my pet dragon Porfirio flying over a rainbow that radiated pink light in the middle of night which is scientifically impossible, but of well! Drawn with a program called dAMuro and drawn very badly too! Don't you just love my digital art?

"One for all, all for one!"

Hehehe now you can guess another movie I saw :)

The Three Musketeers!

I remember reading a shortened Turkish version when I was small. I didn't completely understand what was going on, but I got the general idea.

The movie? It was cool. The beginning was just awesome. But I have no idea how to describe it. So I won't :P
I think the transitions were a little rushed. Like, they all fainted, and suddenly it wrote "1 Year Later" across the screen. The same thing happened twice or maybe more! There were lots of action scenes, and the creators really let their imaginations run loose. My dad said they really stuck to the story, though. That makes me happy!

I had two reasons to watch the movie:
1- I liked the plot.
2- Logan Lerman was acting it in.
Logan does not look good with long hair.

Bad things:
My books are still not here!

Good things:
I ate fish burgers!
I still get to be excited for my books!
I bought lots of nice pens and pencils :)
I also got a magazine about the history of dragons.
Apparently Ryan Reynolds is going to be a model for Marks and Spencer. This gives me a reason to squeal and get hyper every time we pass the shop.
I'm lost in my thoughts!
Which means I might just get started on writing my little novel.
I somehow am managing to be too busy to be bored. And I have no homework.




Athos has always been my favorite, but I always forget his name!

"Can we just call them storm spirits? Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks."

--Leo Valdez (The Lost Hero, Rick Riordan)

I just created this post to say a couple things:

I'm sad; I don't have the Son of Neptune yet. Apparently they're gonna ship it tomorrow. I have no idea when I'll get the book. And this is only because of a stupid mistake I made. I thought Inheritance was coming out on OCTOBER the 8th, while it was actually coming out in NOVEMBER. I realized this on Friday and asked my dad if I could order the book. He told me to wait for another day because he was going to order some books too. Another day? I could read the entire book twice in one day.

It looks like I'm such a pessimistic person. I'm always complaining. I'm sorry, I'm usually not like this. I think it's the math exam.

Anyways, here's some nice things that I'm overexcited about:
IN A WEEK I WILL HAVE READ SON OF NEPTUNE!
I ALSO ORDERED THE TWO BOOKS OF HTTYD THAT I DIDN'T HAVE!
3 of my friends are writing me short stories as part of art trades :) I draw something for them, they write something for me! I can't wait to read what they've written!
In a month or maybe more, I'll order some of the new 52 :)
In the last three weeks, 3 new episodes of young Justice came out! They were all amazing (but I wish they focused on Kid Flash a bit more).
I put my iPod on shuffle, and it's been playing my favorite songs!
Full moon is next Wednesday!
IT'S RAINING! I LOVE RAIN!
Two days ago, I was comparing the pictures I drew in 7th grade with the ones I drew lately. IMPROVEMENT IS SWEET LIKE A...CHOCOLATE BAR!
I added new photos to that column at the right side of my blog :)
I've been sleeping too much.
I don't think I'm ill anymore!
I finished all my homework before 18:30 :D
NO MATH HOMEWORK!
TUNA!
I discovered hidden chocolate.
And it's Toblerone.
Om nom nom nom nom!

Bad things:
They've been playing elevator music on the radio all day! :(
I'm out of pudding.
My coloured pens are dying! And they're not sold in Turkey!

Daily picture time:


This one above is a "zegasus". Someone asked me to draw something peppermint themed, and my though process was this:
peppermint = stripes = zebra = horse = pegasus = zegasus
I would like to take credit for this creature.


Leo Valdez! One of my favorite characters from PJatO.


mmmmmmmmmmmm! <3

I don't post anything related to English class, do I?
I won't post anything unrelated to English class until I get Son of Neptune. Why? Because when I get the book, I will be partying all day, and that includes the time I'm on my blog.

Thanks for bearing with me :)

Doubly Yuk Yuk

I'm going to order Son of Neptune today, and I was checking if I could order other books too. Then I came across the latest book of the How to Train Your Dragon series. And then I had a flashback to fifth grade when I was obsessed with these books. They made me like fantasy books. They made me like dragons. THOSE BOOKS ARE THE REASON TO EVERYTHING I DO (not really).

I have a shelf of Dragon related things, which includes 10 books and a dragon statue/toy. 7 of these books are from the HTTYD series. The other 3 are Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr.

I just
I mean
AAAaaAAAAA

Anyway the picture at the top is a mood dragon: dragons that change colour according to their moods. Those species of dragons were introduced later on in the series, and one of them was the dragon of a character named Camicazi. She was my favorite character after Hiccup.

I didn't watch the movie because after seeing the trailer, I was protesting. They had ruined everything in the book, 2 OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS WEREN'T EVEN IN THE MOVIE. Anyway, I hate it when they ruin books by making a movie of it.

More about English class, yesterday we looked at another blog and then...what did we do? Of yeah, we presented the drawings we had drawn. And I think that was it.

Bleh bleh bleh bleh.

"Foolishness."

---Saphira

I slept for an hour, and I'm feeling a lot better.

This is a cinquain I wrote about a photo of a destroyed library and three men looking at the books inside it:

It doesn't
matter where you
read, in a chair or in
the middle of war, as long as
you read.


Hmm mm pppp pr pr pr mhmhmhmhm.

I'm sorry, I'm a little bored.

Have a sketch of modernized Apollo (Greek God of music, poetry, archery, health and the sun):



And Apollo's haiku in The Titan's Curse by Rick Riordan:
"Green grass breaks through snow
Artemis pleads for my help
I am so awesome."

Hee hee hee.

Tirade

UJVDTSGEUTVFHHHHHD TRHDGFSRYJTV CETTHFJTVV
I AM SO FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW, I JUST THOUGHT IF I TALK ABOUT IT I MIGHT BE LESS FRUSTRATED.
I'M DEPRESSED.
I CURRENTLY HATE EVERYTHING.
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Math is a silent killer

Here's something my partner and I drew in English class. We had to make a visual representation of a paragraph in Fahrenheit 451 (page 83), mostly about quality.



That's Montag and Clarisse talking, by the way.

I was going to colour it and make it neater, but right now I'm a little depressed because I have a math exam tomorrow, I think it's going to be hard, and I don't understand the challenge questions the teacher gave us >.< I could just go to bed and sleep. I'll post some more examples of the things we wrote for English class.

This was the question:
How would you respond if someone asked you, "Are you happy?" How do you define happiness? What makes you happy in life? What impedes (or obstructs) your happiness?
Is a state of happiness something you continually strive for?

My answer:
I was working on my comment, and for some reason it got deleted. Until then, I was happy. Now I'm not. Happiness is a feeling. Feelings are unstable. A person can be patient and stay that way their entire life, but emotions are not like that. Unexpected things can come and ruin people's moods (like what just happened to me). They could be sad, and a person could tell them a joke and they'd be happy again.
Montag took happiness as a quality, not a feeling. At first he thought he was happy, because he had a job, a house, and was married. But when he thought about it he realized the bad things in his life. His job was wrong, and he didn't actually love his wife.
If you want to be "happy" you have to do what you like doing, not what you do just so you do it. As I mentioned before, happiness is unstable. But things you like are not. So basically if you do things you like, you can stabilize the feeling. It's only then that happiness becomes a quality and not just a feeling.


Other question:
Read carefully the following list that identifies several influences on a society's value of books and writing. How do these influences affect the attitudes and behaviors of a society?
Select one influence from the list and describe its role in shaping the attitudes of people toward books and their reading behaviors.
Please use details from Fahrenheit 451 to support what you say.
• Advances in Technology
• Population Growth
• The Increasing Pace of Life
• Abridged Versions of Writing
• Elimination of Time Wasting Thought
• Shortened School Day
• Pursuit of Pleasure
• Leisure
• Increased Physical Activity/Organized Sports
• Impatience
• Minority Pressures/Fears of Offending

My answer:
Impatience.
Impatient people can't wait for anything, and are easily bored or angered.
I like speaking from experience, and that's why I picked impatience. Most of the time I'm very patient, but when I'm reading books or watching movies, I tend to skip parts I find boring. I like reading any scene with action, a little bit of romance, scenes that include my favorite characters, and especially scenes with dialogue. The parts I skip are those long paragraphs with no dialogue at all. The same applies for comic books. The reader looks for action in comic books, not pages of philosophy about the characters.
My point is, as things change people have more things to do, and things happen very quickly. Using the internet or similar sources, we can get what we want in a matter of minutes. This creates impatience in people, because (for example) when their internet loads slowly, or when their video buffers slowly, it takes longer for them to get what they want. That's what happens in some books (usually fantasy books where the author just keeps going about the area surrounding the characters. Or non-fiction biography books. If not written properly, they can be very boring.)
Why do we read books? Because we find their topic interesting. Because it's homework. Because we have nothing else to do. If the book doesn't give you what you want, don't you want to stop reading? This is a sign of impatience and being picky.

Other question:
"Humanity is losing its ability to be alone with nothing but our thoughts."

So writes Buzz Poole in "The Consequences of Writing Without Reading" in the online magazine Imprint.
What might Ray Bradbury think of the statement? What do you think?
Poole also provides a fill-in-the-blank sentence that invites readers to engage his exploration of the theme. Complete the sentence yourself, read the article , and then post your comments in the forum.

"Wanting to write without wanting to read is like wanting to _____ without wanting to _____."

Answer:
"Wanting to write without wanting to read is like wanting to paint without wanting to use paint."

Honestly I disagree, but that's only because I like spending hours thinking. When I can't find anything to do, I sit down or lie on my bed and think. About what happened at school that day, what a person said to me, how much I laughed at lunch, what I drew in art, the plot of the story I'm planning, whatever. I don't know what other people do, so I can't speak for them.
I think Ray Bradbury would agree to this statement. Not only in Fahrenheit 451, but also in his short story "The Pedestrian" which we read last year: he's always creating worlds where people are stuck to the TV screens and are arrested for walking outside at night, or they've lost their ability to have opinions on things. People in Fahrenheit 451 were also always watching TV, and talking about how cool their new wall was. The burning of books took away peoples chances of reading others opinions, and knowing different opinions on things makes you think! Also stories in books turn the creativity switch on in our brains! Without reading you can't get inspired! Without reading you won't know what or how to write. You won't know how to draw, you won't know how to argue. You won't know how to think. I really like Ray Bradbury's approach on this. He predicted the future!
I read a lot. I've always read a lot. And I write too (but I usually get bored of the story and never bother to finish it. or my co-author abandons the story but that's another thing). When I'm thinking characters walk into my mind. I like developing the idea and making it into a story. If I didn't read and think so much I wouldn't even try.

Ahh I feel like I've gone off topic. READ BOOKS, PEOPLE!


And here's a little something to cheer me up:

"Get up, you somnolent fool!"

--Oran

Who's Oran? He's one of my favorite characters in a story I'm working on. He teaches better vocabulary than some teachers do. Seriously. Usually I never get to finish my stories, but this time I'm trying to find what I did wrong in the last stories and fixing my mistakes.
Note to totodilekid97: We really need to talk about when Axel comes in. You told me to go on skype, but you're not there. Also, ART TRADE.

TODAY in English class we looked at some other peoples blogs. Then we had to complete this sentence:

"The purpose of books is..."

Here's what I wrote:

"The purpose of books is making people know, think, feel and be creative. Books inspire people. They tell us what we don't know, they make us imagine."

Apparently we're going to write more.

I just remembered I had things to do. I'm also really sleepy. That kind of explains the title of this post: Oran is telling me to get up and move far away from the computer, and get to work.

"Why so serious?"

--The Joker

Guess which movie I just watched?

I had no homework, and there was an "on sale" shelf at the book/DVD/CD store. I was going to buy Thor, but I'll wait a little while. Anyway, on the shelf, there was a Batman staring at me. And I really wanted to watch the Dark Knight, AND IT WAS ON SALE, sooooo I bought it. After celebrating "no homework" with my friend by going to Starbucks, I sat down and watched the movie.

What I thought about it?

It was so epic.

But unrealistic.

Batman took out at least 30 guys from SWAT in 5 minutes. And then at the end of the movie, he was still running around after getting bit by dogs, beaten up with a crowbar, being shot, and falling off a building.

I have no writing to post. That's sad. I'll take a look at my poetry journal again. OH WAIT I KNOW, HERE IT IS!

The Apple -- by S.C. Rigg





We read that poem out loud in our Poetry Night (also in 7th grade). I hope we have another poetry night. It was really fun!

And now have some spam of Batman related stuff (and expect some fan art!)







BTW: I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT DC'S NEW 52! But I have to wait like, a month, before I buy any more comics.
ALSO, TWO OF THE BOOKS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR (Son of Neptune by Rick Riordan and Inheritance by Christopher Paolini) COME OUT THIS WEEK!