The Dark Knight Rises

Yes, we watched it yesterday. Before the movie I bought myself an awesome action figure.
The movie was amazing. Maybe a little too...impossible? But still amazing.
Nothing more to saaaaayyyyyyy!

All my friends left. But...
My cousin came to Bodrum! He's adorable and hilarious.
Now I'm watching the olympics! Congrats to N. Karagöz, she came 5th in weightlifting, and now we're watching volleyball!


OH OH OH ALSO! There's an albino kid at the beach! It's really cool seeing his white hair and pink skin, he's so awesome!

Bruce with Selina

Batman vs Bane!

Summer Post

Hello!
My Gettheva, I haven't had any time to blog!
I've been in Bodrum for about a week now. I have my computer and internet, but no time! My childhood friends are here too so it's extremely fun and busy.
I had so much to say but now it's all gone. I don't remember anything.

Oh, we're watching Batman tomorrow! I'm super excited—I've been waiting for this for a while and every time I remember it I start freaking out inside—and I can't wait! We have to go in the city to get to a cinema, so we'll be at a big mall.
For the past two nights we've been cooking our own dinners home while are parents are outside, so that's pretty interesting I suppose.
I've been drawing? I can't write. I have no time and in the small amount of time I have I don't have concentration! It's really frustrating, but I can draw. I filled up about 15 pages in this week and Spain.
I got a new iPod and put my metal music in it.
I feel very fat because my friend is fit and tells me she's fat.

Uh. The sea is very cool. I like swimming but I'm getting lazier and lazier by the day. I used to swim a lot, but now ehhhhh not so much.

I don't want to go back to school. Nope. I just want to keep having a summer holiday.

Glimpses of 8th Grade

Hello!
For the last few weeks I've been always reminded of Harry Potter and how I used to love it, and today we were talking with Ezgi about a fanfiction we wrote together in 8th grade.
It was about us, going to Hogwarts, with the next generation of Harry Potter characters. I read it all again an hour ago.
I missed writing that! I feel like both our writing has improved massively (maybe Ezgi's more than mine? But she was always better than me so that's no shock). Anyways, the story is about my character, Jennifer, a Ravenclaw, and Ezgi's character, Eve, a Gryffindor. They're best friends although they're in different houses, and they're both dating our favorite new gen male character at the time. Mine is Teddy Lupin (still is, mind you). He's the son of Remus and Tonks and he can change his appearance and all that jazz but we made him use that ability so he could have colourful hair. Aaaaaaannnyways and Eve was with James Potter III.
So not too much happens at the start of it, they've just come back from summer holiday and everyone misses everyone yadah yadah yadah, but my favorite part comes when they play Quidditch. It's Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor... Gryffindor hasn't lost a match in a century. Ravenclaw isn't too hopeful. But yet they go out again—"“ Captains, shake hands.” Madam Hooch ordered. As James Potter and Marcus shook hands, I looked at our rivals. Teddy, floating right beside James, winked at me, and Eve, my best friend gave me an evil grin. Madam Hooch opened the trunk, the two devils, bludgers, flew into the air. Then the rest was a blur."
He match goes on without much action... Gryffindor winning with a big score difference. When all hope is lost for Ravenclaw, their seeker Larry finds the snitch. But before he can catch it, the Gryffindor seeker Eve catches up with him. When her fingers are scraping the golden ball, something hits her arm...then her head, and she crashes to the ground and passes out. 
Two bludgers, both shot by Jenny. 
Then of course when Eve gets better she's angry at Jenny, and when Jenny is coming to apologize for almost killing her, Eve insults Jenny in the worst way a witch could possibly be insulted, and slams a door to her face. Then all this drama occurs and it's actually funny. 
I just love this too much. Toooooooo much. I wish we continued this. Even if we don't, I'll be drawing these scenes for a while now :-) 

Pre-Holiday Post

On Saturday I'm going to Bodrum, but I just want to stay at my house in my comfy bed until school starts and not move a muscle.
I gained a kilo in Spain because they fed us nothing except french fries, and I've gotten rather...paranoid about it? Sooooo this is a chance for me to work out a bit before school starts.
I'm also getting worried about summer homework. We have too much homework and I've done almost none until now. I don't want to. I seriously don't want to do any homework, but I tell myself I have to and I waste the day by sitting in front of my computer listening to music and finding everything but homework interesting. It's so hard. I can't do anything productive because I have to do homework, so I just end up doing nothing at all. I hate the homework this year too. I wish they either didn't give homework, or gave the homework as 'optional reading'. Because if it's optional reading with no extra scat like making 9 summaries of things I do not need to summarize.
You can freaking read those articles yourself, I don't have to tell you every stupid detail about it, thank you very much. I like reading science magazines on my free time—it's the only mag I read—and I don't want to do it for homework when I'm supposed to be RELAXING from that pain in the butt year.
I wouldn't do any of these if they weren't worth project grades. And that paragraph could have been filled with a lot more anger.

So a guy from camp named Jonny (who probably hates me now) made me listen to lots of metal, and he suggested this one band to me which I have fallen in love with. They're called "Of Mice and Men" and although they're a metal band their singer has an angelic voice and their lyrics are beautiful. Slightly ironic? But they're wonderful. But their music makes me edgy. So this might be why I'm freaking irritated right now. Oh and also the fact that my parents keep trying to talk to me when I have my headphones on so I have to pause the music just to hear them ask an unnecessary question is pissing me off too. Bleh.

I don't want to go back to school. The stress is the least of my worries, there are just people there whose faces I want burned in acid.

Angry kid I've become. I wasn't like this yesterday, I have no idea what happened, I'm sorry.

I felt like posting a little preview of my third chapter. The early patrol idea is Levent's, but the sunrise is mine:

    Like on every other planet, sunrises were beautiful on ______ too. The sun crawled out of its’ bed between the two mountains and smiled upon ________. Not many people saw this marvelous sight, as morning came early, but Adrian was one of the few who got up before the sun only to watch the sunrise. Being a pilot for the military, and at a time like this when the security of the castle was first priority, he had to go out on patrols at certain times of the day. The pilots had to fly outside the castle’s own radars’ range to check even further. Adrian thought it was ridiculous, but he enjoyed watching the sky change colours from the dark purple of the night to a bright red blanket around the white sun, and finally lilac. Some days he didn’t bother taking his jet, and slightly transformed into his animal—a small lizard with wide wings—so that his wings sprouted from his back and he could fly to a Northern city and spend the rest of the day there until his second shift, when he would come back. 

  The joy of flying came from many things—the speed, adrenalin, the excitement of making a vital choice in a matter of seconds, but nothing could compare to the chilly breeze on his hair, blowing his fringe back, whipping his feathers around, straining his back and his wings, it was the best thing in the world. 

Woooooahhhhhhhh

So 3 hours ago I walked out of the cinema, awestruck. It took me a few minutes to finally turn to my friends and say; "Well, that was awesome."
Yes, yes.
I watched Spiderman.
First of all, Andrew Garfield is fabulous.

Now, I think this movie was supposed to follow the comics more than the first first movie, but since I don't exactly know Spiderman's comic book story, I couldn't judge. But they had Gwen. I like her more than Mary Jane.
Basically, it was another superhero movie, but what makes it stand out is that it's about SPIDERMAN, and that although it's about impossible things, the movie is extremely realistic.
I won't spoil much, but for example when Uncle Ben died Peter actually went into some sort of depression and they showed that very well, and in the end it wasn't a fairy tale end where they all live happily ever after, it was a fairly realistic end where an important character died and well the rest is a little spoiler-y so I wont say, but yeah.
Also, he actually got hurt. It wasn't like he was beating everybody up without effort, he was always getting hurt and coming home with cuts and bruises.
The effects and action scenes were awesome. and it was a very emotional movie at the same time. I cried twice, and almost cried for another two times.
Watch it, everyone, watch it.

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I'm writing my third chapter. I had to rewrite it which sort of slowed me down but it was only half a page,  so it's okay I suppose. This chapter if from the perspective of a different character, so it feels different to write. I have to move out of Kael's body, and slip into Adrian's. It's fun though, because Adrian is just...very different from Kael and I think a rather interesting character as you find out more about him, and because of this I'll be introducing new settings and new characters and new concepts.
I also realized how terrible I was at drawing a few months ago. Which worries me, because if I was proud then, what will I be later? I guess improvement is not something to be scared of, though.
Oh, and my Harry Potter obsession is trying to crawl out again, so if I suddenly start blogging nonstop about that, be prepared.

Enfocamp Madrid

Hello! I came back from the summer camp yesterday after waiting for my luggage for an hour.
My room felt different, but my comfy bed welcomed me without any hesitation.
This entry is about the two weeks I spent in Madrid.
I couldn't blog earlier because I didn't have a computer or the time to blog.

I arrived at campus around 1 on Sunday. Someone from my class, Çağla was also going to this camp (coincidence) and we were even on the same plane, so I found her and we walked around and sat for the entire day until around 5-6 when we met a group of English speakers. I never really liked them from the beginning—they were 7 girls chasing this guy who looked like a copy of Justin Bieber. We spent the night and the next morning with them. Monday morning, we took a test to determine our level so we could be separated into classes. The test was extremely hard. Extreeeeemely hard. But I got sorted into A2, which is the medium level and it was the highest level any of our friends had.
After the test we were standing outside the building waiting for our results with the Bieber group, and I was utterly dying of boredom. While walking around, this guy smiled at me, and I saw him later on and noticed he was around a group of boys all speaking English. You see, most people at camp were just mumbling things to me in fast Spanish. As I stood being bored, I saw a girl with colourful hair talking about how she liked an artist named Birdy. I knew Birdy. Just when I was about to walk away from the Bieber group, Çağla strolled next to the girl. I followed. The girl was talking to a Turkish girl named Pamir, and we all met, and the topic changed to good looking guys at camp. Pamir showed them the guy who had smiled at me, and I told them he knew English. So we went next to him and talked to him. We said Pamir thought he was hot, and Pamir being the shy Turkish girl, ran away. Anyway, we met this guy: Jonny. We also met the people he was talking to: a group of Chinese boys. The only one you must care about, is Charles.
Our group of 5 had formed. We spent the rest of the day with Jonny, Maria, and Charles. The glares we received from the Bieber group as we laughed loudly as they sat bored made me feel successful.
We had classes from 9:30 to 13:00. I was rather alone in the class—I had no friends and no one sat to my left side. After telling our interests in Spanish though, a Brazilian guy named Arthur (who was sitting at my right) asked me which books I liked to read. He liked Dan Brown, and I was currently reading Deception Point, so it was a perfect timing.

The rest of this will be a quick summary of everything. After class we ate lunch and had activities. We went around Madrid, saw museums, spent 4 hours sitting in Park Retiro, sang a song next to the Gate of Alcala, did whatever we wanted on permission days, visited Toledo and Salamanca and won scavenger hunts, went to the pool, etc. At night we had different activities like parties, dance contests between boys and girls, violent games like the green ball game where 3 Seniors (15-18 yrs) were versus 30 Juniors trying to throw a huge plastic ball into the other teams goal (but since I'm so tiny I ended up being dragged across the floor and my iPod broke and etc. and I hated the game), and etc. I hated that we slept so late though.
One day we went shopping with the girls, one day we hung out at the mall, we just had loads of fun.

About my friends;
Maria is the Hawaian who's going to live in Madrid. She failed her math class and took art instead. She's very relaxed and fun.

Charles is the Chinese guy who entertained all of us with his funny stories, perverted jokes, and dances.

Jonny is the Irish kid who had a funny pink sun tan and turned me into a huge metal fan. He plays bass guitar, guitar, and drums.

Arthur is the Brazilian book fan. He also likes Harry Potter and Batman!

Michelle, Rachel, and Melanie are the Asian girls. Rachel is a little too competitive :)

Dasha is the Ukrainian girl. She was annoyed by how her English wasn't too good and she was left out of conversations because of it. She's extremely nice!

Grayson is the oldest in the group. He's American, and constantly complaining about how immature we were.

Mark is also American. He's hilarious.

Camilo is 1/3 American, 1/3 Italian, 1/3 Turkish. He spoke Turkish pretty well, he was funny too.

Waaaah that's pretty much it.

I'm sad I left all my friends, they were my family for 2 weeks. We did everything together.
If any of you manage to stalk me enough to find this blog and read it, a message to you:
I love you all and I'm very glad I met all of you. Although sometimes you totally ignored me and left me behind, I'm still very happy of everything we did together. I hope to see you lot again, tell me if you come to Turkey!!


I'll blog more this week, I'll write more too. I didn't have time to write at camp, but I drew loads.
~Chubby Pigeon Out