Jan 2015 Recap

This month … well, I’ve got a couple things to talk about so I’m recapping it today.

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Books I’ve Read:
Mark of Athena, by Rick Riordan (Three stars. I enjoyed it and Leo is awesome.)

Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods, by Rick Riordan (Three stars. Cool narration and lots of psycho gods.)

House of Hades, by (do I even have to say it?) Rick Riordan (Five stars. Love the character development.)

Days of Blood and Starlight, by Laini Taylor (Four stars. Everything about this book was amazing. The missing star is for a somewhat slow beginning, but the later part of the story … woah. I love Zuzana and Mik for their blessed naïveté, pamperedness, and humanity. The couple is adorable together. But Liraz wins for best character development. Liraz is compelling and I would love to read more about her.)

Dreams of Gods and Monsters, by Laini Taylor (Five stars. I do think there was too much going on in this book and too many new elements introduced but I’ll give it a pass since it is an absolutely beautiful and epic story.)

An Inspector Calls and Other Plays, by J. B. Priestley (Five stars. I didn’t like some of the weird/supernatural elements and the subtle sexism, but apart from that, I love these 4 plays about the human psyche. My personal favorite is “Time and the Conways”.)

Crown of Midnight, by Sarah J. Maas (Five stars. Woah. Those plot twists. Woah.)

(In other words, I love all the books I’ve read so far? :))

Movies I Watched:
The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Yes, I’m watching this a little “late”. It saves money, ya know? Anyway, it was a fun movie. Martin Freeman is the perfect Bilbo and the dwarves are adorably hilarious. And I always love Thorin.
The Hunger Games It is an amazing movie. And I don’t know what else to say to do it justice.

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire I love this one even more than the first. The emotion is contagious and heartbreaking. I love Johanna

I found this awesome picture. I've been loving anime drawings.
I found this awesome picture. I’ve been loving anime drawings.

and Finnick. And Haymitch. And Effie. And everybody, really. The acting was perfect.

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I wrote these blog posts:

Oh, Procrastination
2015

The Seven Deadly Sins Book Tag
Beautiful People (Authors Edition)

Roots

Characters From World Warriors

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award II

Authorly Bucket List Tag

Characters From World Warriors (Anime Style)

 

I have been listening to:

Felt, by Anchor and Braille

The Fire Within, by Birdy

1989, by Taylor Swift

Anything by Anberlin

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Writing:

I rewrote about 20,000 words of my novel Grey Wars. And my characters refused to behave according to the plot and I’ll have to change the whole storyline, for the upteenth time. Other than that, it’s going well, really. I’m enjoying myself and that’s most important, right?

Other:

I took the ALS ice bucket challenge. It was fun but surprisingly easy.

I gave this blog a makeover. I never can stay away from the themes section!

I changed my profile pic for the upteenth time and I compiled a favourites page and a bucket list.

I also found this Twitter – in Twitter language: #mosthilariousthingever

And now, I leave you with this picture I found on the net that never fails to crack me up and the promise of a long line of new posts in future.

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Roots

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I was reading the tumblr blog for the We Need Diverse Books campaign and one post stood out to me about the importance of accurately representing different cultures from yours.

I guess I started thinking how to represent a culture – I thought of what exactly a culture is and it brought home once again to me the fact that I have no idea what my culture is. It reaches out to more than my strange amalgamation accent. I have no roots. I don’t know what culture I’m part of. I don’t know what it’s like to have a culture. And I don’t know if it’s just me. Do other people feel this way?

People always ask me, “Where are you from?” And whenever they do, I freeze up. “Where am I from? Erm …” Where was I from again? Um … oh, right! Singapore! I remember! “I’m from Singapore,” I say.

“I beg your pardon?” the stranger says.

“I’m from …” Should I really say Singapore? I don’t feel very Singaporean. But it’s on my birth certificate so, oh well … “Singapore,” I say louder.

Why am I so hesitant to call myself Singaporean? Is it because I’m not proud of my nationality … my Mother country, so to speak? Well, I guess so. I’m not very proud of Singapore, but I think it goes deeper than that.

The other day, a stranger began speaking to me in a different language. I said, “Sorry, I don’t speak …” and left it at that, because I didn’t know what language she was speaking. Chinese? Korean? Japanese? Some dialect like Cantonese?

“Where are you from?” she asked.

I said, “Singapore.”

“And you don’t speak Chinese???”

I kind of laughed and said, “Yeah, I don’t speak Chinese. Weird, isn’t it?” Why don’t I speak my mother tongue when legally all children in Singapore are required to learn it? Well, because when I was three, my parents emigrated to the U.S. I don’t remember anything of those three years in Singapore. All I know of Singapore comes from visits back there and one stint of living there for a year when I was thirteen. I became familiar with hawker centres, huge malls, rows of flats, motorcycles, and chicken rice, but it never became home.

Neither did the US, which we left when I was five. We stayed in Canada for two years, then moved to New Zealand for two years, then spent another two in Canada, then another two in New Zealand, then one in Singapore as I mentioned, before going to New Zealand again where we have remained (so far). Phew! If you followed me in that paragraph, congratulations!

My Canadian loyalties are probably the smallest. I memorised all the provinces and territories. I have a fondness for maple leaves. I was happy to discover Frank Zhang (Heroes of Olympus) was both Asian and Canadian. But that’s about it.

At heart, I think I’m American. The words “stars and stripes” always make my heart leap in a funny way, before I remember that’s … um … not actually my country. It’s not hard to understand why I love America, because I studied all of high school and some of primary school using an American homeschool program. The majority of literature I’ve read is American too. My favourite bands are American. And in that homeschool course, naturally, I took a (mandatory) American history course. Apparently, it’s the level of college history. I don’t know how accurate that is but I do know that course was hard.

The fact I homeschooled furthers the cultural divide even further. I had no friends outside of my parents and my equally isolated siblings. I spent the majority of time at home. I had little to no socialisation. In fact, before I started reading modern literature and using a lot of Internet, I even felt a sort of absence of generation. There was technology, of course. There was food and clothes. That was about all that marked me as a twenty first century teen.

At the same time, I don’t quite identify with groups like the Quiverfull/Fundamentalist homeschoolers or the Trad Catholics. My family has always had a fairly lax faith. Cafeteria Catholics, kind of.

What are my roots? I can refer to my ethnicity, of course. I’m Chinese. But, what, really, does Chinese mean? In my case, it goes no further than my yellow skin undertone, and almond eyes, and terrible eyesight genetics. What does it mean to be Chinese? Maybe that’s all it means. It’s the only link I have. Even food isn’t a link, for while I eat rice and stir fries, I also eat Mac and cheese and cereal and roast chicken. And really. Food is a small thing to define a person’s culture.

I guess it’s inaccurate to say I have no culture. Of course I’ve got a culture. But it’s a unique and very lonely culture – a culture of a girl constantly on the move, armed with plenty of paper and pens, and a whole lot of social anxiety.

I’m like a gypsy. Or, perhaps more aptly, I’m like a person in one house. The scenery outside keeps changing – the location is different and I notice every so often when I look out the window, but nothing really changes for me cause it’s always the same house, same me. I’m “Housese”. “Familyan”. Or maybe I’m like what it’s like to listen to music. The locations are like the drumbeat – you notice it when you think of it and you notice something’s different when you change it, but you’re mostly just paying attention to the singing and the instrumentation.

That is me. And it explains, I think, why I’m always writing outcast characters. I’m always writing of people who are different species from everyone else, people other people are prejudiced against. I used to think it was weird since I’ve never experienced active prejudice (beyond a couple immature boys who didn’t like Chinese girls). Now it all makes sense. It makes sense why I wrote of a girl who’d been locked up in a garrett for nineteen years, and a man who spent five years hiding in the woods because everyone shunned him like he was a monster, and a human who grew a pair of wings, and Cyrus White, who feels disconnected from the world around him. It explains why I relate so much to the outcasts in stories, like Nico di Angelo and Adam Parrish. And not just any outcasts. The outcasts who feel lonely. Inferior. Scared.

And now there’s New Zealand. I love New Zealand. I really do. I love how friendly and laid back every one is. I love how people say Kiwis are backward – backward? In what? Fashion? Well, I really couldn’t care less. I’m happy with my shopping choices! I love how I was drawing in the front yard one cold day and a passerby asked me if I was okay. I love how the year I went to primary school, the girls flocked to me – the new kid – like they all wanted to be my BFF. I love listening to the radio and hearing the DJ’s Kiwi accent and all the hilarious ads. I love that we have freedom in this country, for free speech, homeschooling, religion, living the lives we want to lead. I love that the National Party legalised same sex marriage in 2013. I love how strong the LGBTQ+ support group is here. I love my new school and how accepting everyone is of people of different nationalities, cultures, and sexual orientations.

I love my country and I would love roots here, but roots take time to grow. It’s not just gonna happen overnight.

I will definitely research other people’s cultures and do my best to represent people of different cultures from me accurately. But I can’t forget the people like me. The outsiders. The people with a blank line on their sheet. The people torn between the Yankees and the All Blacks. The people who grew up in a single box. I can’t forget because it’s a part of me. And I don’t think that will ever quite stop seeping into my literature.

***Why have I written this? All my life, I’ve been struggling with the thought of who I am, where I’m from, and who I want to be. I wouldn’t say I’m bitter about my life. This is who I am and it’s okay. But I won’t deny I feel a little sad about it sometimes. I often feel lonely and inferior and scared. Writing my thoughts is how I come to understand them and come to terms with my life.

Beautiful People #5 (Author Edition)

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This month’s Beautiful People is about authors! Which means I’m going to be talking about … yes. Me. Brace yourselves.

1. How many years have you been writing? When did you officially consider yourself a ‘writer’?

I’ve written ever since I learned my letters, I think, but my first “novel” (I mean, I thought it was long enough at the time) I wrote at eleven. At the time, it was always “When I’m older, I want to be a writer.” When I was 15, I realised, “Why not call myself a writer now? After all, I write. Writers are people who write. I = writer.”

2. How/why did you start writing?

I’ve always had stories to tell, but it was my sister who inspired me to write them down. When I was eleven and she fifteen, she sat down to write a novel and I thought it looked fun. Five years later, I’m still writing. She is, sadly, not, but she still tells me her stories sometimes and they’re pretty awesome.

3. What’s your favorite part of writing?

I love being able to translate the stories in my head into something concrete. I love just spending time with my characters. But most of all, I love how they take over the story, having their own conversations and their own goals, often separate from what I imagined. When they grow a mind of their own … that’s the amazing part.

4. What’s your biggest writing struggle?

Procrastination. Always procrastination.

After that, it’s that I struggle to match my writing to the vision in my head. It always falls short. I guess it means I have to work harder at it and that means perseverance is another of my struggles.

Pacing is another of my problems. I make things happen way too quickly.

5. Do you write best at night or day?

I’m not allowed to stay up late but I do prefer to write in the evening (7-9 PM) or the early morning (5-8AM), because there’s less going on, making it easier to concentrate, and dimness helps me get into the writing mood.

6. What does your writing space look like? (Feel free to show us pictures!)

I either write at the computer desk or on my bed. Picture below. Feast your eyes.

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Yeah … the sheets are pretty wrinkled …

7. How long does it typically take you to write a complete draft?

It depends how much I procrastinate or if I’ve got a deadline. I’d say, one month, because I do work best with a closer deadline, and NaNoWriMo is always good encouragement.

8. How many projects do you work on at once?

I usually just work on one. I need to really be immersed in my world/characters to write my novels so writing a few novels at once makes me feel split. Usually, I’ll be more invested in one and the other will suffer.

9. Do you prefer writing happy endings, sad ones, or somewhere in between?

Somewhere in between. I love a good cry and sad endings always touch me in a way happy endings can’t. At the same time, I don’t want to write something completely hopeless. I believe there’s always hope.

10. List a few authors who’ve influenced your writing journey.

Reading Louisa May Alcott and Lucy Maud Montgomery got me into writing historical “domestic” fiction (I was about 11-14) at this time. I also wrote more action oriented historical (like, war and stuff), inspired, I think, by all those American history books I was reading.

J. R. R. Tolkien (more specifically, The Lord of the Rings) gave me a massive book hangover and inspired me to write fantasy. Thus began a fantasy phase that continues to today. The beginnings of my novel Grey Wars date back to that time.

11. Do you let people read your writing? Why or why not?

Rarely, because my writing almost never matches up to my vision. I want to be sure if people read my writing, it’s the best I can make it.

12. What’s your ultimate writing goal or dream?

I want to write a book that matches the vision in my head. If I can do that, I will be … overjoyed. More than that. It’s definitely my writing dream.

(I would like to get traditionally published and have someone fall in love with my book. But that’s all secondary.)

13. If you didn’t write, what would you want to do?

Ha! If I didn’t write, I’d have a lot of extra time. I would 1. meet people (I’m very extroverted, if shy) 2. play, sing, and write music (am I still allowed to write music?) 3. practice the drums and the piano 4. study debate 5. read (of course)

I try to do these things anyway.

14. Do you have a book you’d like to write one day but don’t feel you’re ready to attempt it yet?

Definitely. There’s the story of my heart (see below). Also I want to someday write about people who are cursed to be unable to sense anyone else. It’d be interesting because everyone would have to try and break the curse by his/herself. The reason I’m not writing it? I have no idea how to break the curse.

15. Which story has your heart and won’t let go?

Definitely Grey Wars. I formed the idea when I was thirteen and have been working on it on and off ever since. It won’t go away. It won’t stop pestering me. I love it so much. If I could only choose one novel to write, this would be it, even though I’m currently so overwhelmed by the plot holes, I’ve put it on hold. I feel like it’s worth my time. It’s worth the blood, sweat, and tears. But it’s not really about being worth it. It’s that I never fail to find joy in writing this story. I still love spending time with these characters, even after all these months. It might not be a great story but it, or more specifically, the characters have my heart.

I might not even ever publish it. It might be a little too close to my heart for me to send it out into the world. But I’ll never stop chiseling away at it. I’ll never stop going on adventures with my characters.

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Are you taking part in Beautiful People (Authors Edition)? Share your link in the comments! And what story has your heart?

2015

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New Year Resolutions are kind of a tradition. And I enjoy making them. But this year, I won’t be holding myself too closely to my goals. I want to specialise in my schoolwork this year and spend the rest of my time generally relaxing and spending time with friends and family.

I suppose those are resolutions in themselves, huh?

1. Graduate this year with good grades
2. Spend time with friends and family
3. Take risks (which include, among other things, walking up to strangers and saying hello, making new friends, and stopping the pernicious habit of pretending not to see other people. I am soooo guilty of this.)
4. Read at least 12 books.
5. Finish Heroes of Olympus. (That’s not a resolution, actually. It’s just something that’s gonna happen.)
6. Finish my novel World Warriors #1
7. (In an ideal world) finish writing the entire World Warriors trilogy.
8. Learn some netball.
9. Start a bank account.
10. Publish at least 52 blog posts.
11. Laugh … at myself and life … and live the life I dream
12. Don’t look back.

Oh, Procrastination!

 

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Fear. Inspiration. Editing. Rewriting. Word count. The publishing business.

None of these can ever match up to the demon that is procrastination. Sometimes I think “being a writer” is a synonym for “constant fight against procrastination”. It certainly feels that way.

In fact, if I never procrastinated, I do believe I could have written double – no, triple – the amount of novels that I have.

Sadly, that thought is not motivation enough for me to do away with procrastination completely.

It’s not that procrastination is necessarily bad. It’s a part of life, like everything else we do. But for a writer – especially a writer with ideas waiting to be written – it’s enemy No. 1.

(On an unrelated note, 2015 on this blog will be the year of 1. tags and 2. poetry. But mostly tags. You’ve been warned.)

trying the genres

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I’m not sure if this is just a compulsive phase that will pass. Yesterday, I realised my writing, aside from a couple historicals I wrote as a young child, is speculative. And that’s okay, sure, but it does mean I need to do a ton of world building and my plots are naturally larger. And ever since my writing sprint the last week of Nano, I am brain tired. So tired. Maybe I’m tired of my novel too.

And that’s one reason I’m going to try something new and radical. I’m going to write short stories. Novellas. Contemporary dramas. Scripts. Poems. Mysteries. Romance. Heck, maybe something fluffy and sweet and happy. Or how about a pirate adventure? Or a thriller? Or a horror story? I never thought I’d consider horror but I seriously think I could handle it now.

Maybe I won’t do them all. I definitely won’t do them all at once. But it’ll be fun exploring new horizons.

Closer

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Sometimes it feels like I will forever be writing this novel.

For three years, I have hounded at it and still, I am so far from my goal – my vision. And I know I can make it much better if I only keep on working and working and working.

When will the working end?

But I know I am improving.

It’s not the delusion of a desperate ego.

I know I have a long way to go before my writing is anything close to my vision. But I can see the improvement. I can see progress when I compare drafts. I can read over my paragraphs and pull out jokes and romance and little pieces of description and feel the inkling of a dream coming to life. Imagine, perhaps, my goal is 100. With every draft, I move one number closer to my goal. It’s slow going but it’s going all the same.

Getting better. I used to be quite a tennis fanatic and the number one piece of advice I read would have to be this: make your goal “get better”. Don’t vow to win matches. Don’t promise too many hours that you may not be able to get in. But aim always for better.

I do feel frustration and the going does get tough. But every word I write brings me one step – it’s little but it’s something! – closer to my goal. And that gives me hope.

An Official Disappearance

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I haven’t been around the blogosphere much lately, anyway, but still, I have the persistent habit of announcing my little plans to the world. So, here tis: I will be disappearing from the Internet from now on to the end of November except for NaNoWriMo or other story writing related postings.

Why? Obviously, there’s Nanowrimo. I will be writing my fantasy novel (I cannot for the life of me come up with a good name for it) or my two contemporaries. I might co write a novel instead if my co writers are so inclined.

On top of that, I reeeaally need to brush up on my French. Like, I desperately need to but I have zero percent motivation to do it. Ha! I should write 50,000 French words for Nano. That would totally help my skills, although it would put all co-writing thoughts out of the question. I hardly know if I’m ambitious enough for that but a nice word counter widget and a synopsis and support group should help me much more than if I tried to tackle French 3 all on my own.

That’s a thought. And I’ll need a lot of time for that. So, in a sense, this is my Internet ban post and my declaration of productivity plans.

100 Questions

I found an old post from Rachel Coker’s blog and thought I’d try my hand at these hundred questions.

1.    Are you outgoing or shy?
Um, probably shy. I have mild social anxiety. I can be pretty crazy and jokey once you get to know me, though.  

2.    Who are you looking forward to seeing?
My brother

3.    Are you easy to get along with?
Haha. I don’t know. You’ll have to ask my family.

4.    What kind of people are you attracted to?
I like funny, easygoing people, in particular, especially when they like books, writing, or music.

5.    Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
Definitely not.

6.    Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
My elder sister

7.    What does the most recent text that you sent say?

I don’t text much. It probably said “okay” or “yes” (in response to something my dad wanted me to do).

8.    What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Don’t be so mean! I can’t possibly answer that.

1. Enough to Let Me Go – Switchfoot

2. The Best of You and Me – Number One Gun

3. Uncanny – Anberlin

4. More Anberlin songs

5. More songs

9.    Do you like it when people play with your hair?
Nooooooo!

10.  What good thing happened this summer?
I finished all my schoolwork except for math. It was not very memorable. Another summer is coming soon, though.

11.  Do you still talk to your first crush?

No.

12.  Do you like bubble baths?
Never tried em. I don’t imagine I would.

13.  Do you like your neighbors?
Yes.

14.  What are your bad habits?
Procrastination and laziness

15.  Where would you like to travel?

Gosh, I’d like to travel so many places. I want to explore different places in NZ, Australia, the USA, England, France, Rome, Canada … the list goes on. If I really had to choose … probably I’d go somewhere in NZ or to France.

16.  Do you have trust issues?
Yes, I can be very suspicious of other people.

17.  Favorite part of your daily routine?
I like writing and reading (of course).

18.  What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
My chin and jawline. I was born with a very round face and now that I’m no longer underweight, it really stands out when I smile. I mean, I should really learn to love it someday but it’ll take a while.

19.  What do you do when you wake up?
I eat breakfast.

20.  Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
I’d say lighter. I always thought pale skin was so cool. I’m quite happy with the way I am now, though.

21.  Who are you most comfortable around?
My brother (commonly know as my twin) and my elder sister

22.  Do you ever want to get married?
It depends on if I ever meet someone I want to spend all my life with.

23.  Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV. I already do.

24.  Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
 
Yes.

25.  What do you say during awkward silences?

I laugh nervously or say “um … so, yeah.”

26.  What are your favorite stores to shop in?

I like book stores, clothes stores, and shoe shops.

27.  What do you want to do after high school?

I want to get a job (in youth work?) and hopefully travel a bit once I have enough money. Just getting a job would be awesome though.

28.  Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Yes, without a doubt. However, we do need to be careful around shady characters. Sure, I believe everyone should get a second chance when they mess up, but not a second chance to hurt you.  

29.  If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m thinking. I’m usually thinking, though.

This is my typical face:

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30.  Do you smile at strangers?

Yes, when we make eye contact.  

31.  Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

I’d say … outer space.

32.  What are you paranoid about?

Wasting my life away and people reading my stories

 
33.  What was the color of the last hoodie you wore?

Black

34.  Ever wished you were someone else?
 
Yessss. It wasn’t Gollum, though.

35.  One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I wish I was the sort of friend who brings a smile to everyone’s life. I suppose technically I could be like that, but I don’t think I am.

36.  Favorite makeup brand?

Whatever’s cheapest. Those are Rachel’s words but I totally agree.

37.  Favorite store?
Kmart?

38.  Favorite blog?
I can’t possibly choose.

39.  Favorite color?

Black, white, and blue (Yeah, i know that’s cheating)

40.  Favorite food? 

Icecream, chocolate, peanut butter, and oreos

41.  Last thing you ate?

Salt crackers

42.  First thing you ate this morning?

Banana bread

43.  Ever won a competition? For what?

No, unless the singing competitions we used to have where my dad was judge counts.

44.  Been suspended/expelled? For what?

No.

45.  Been arrested? For what?

No

46.  Ever been in love? 

Yes, with music and books

47.  Are you hungry right now?

No

48.  Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter

49.  Twitter or Tumblr?

Twitter, maybe? The Tumblr platform confuses me

50.  Are you watching tv right now?

No. I don’t have a TV

51.  Names of your best friends? 

Sorry, I can’t say them for privacy reasons.

52.  Craving something? What?

Eater

53.  What color are your towels?

Blue and maroon

54.  How many pillows do you sleep with?

One

55.  Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

No. I threw my old hippo away, to my dad’s dismay.

56.  How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

None

57.  Favorite animal?

Horses!

58.  Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate 

59.  Favorite ice cream flavor?

Ripple? Coffee? Chocolate peanut butter?

60.  What color shirt are you wearing?

Black

61.  What color pants?

Purple

62.  Favorite tv show?

Um … um …

63.  Favorite movie?

The Return of the King, probably

64.  Favorite character from Mean Girls?

I don’t know

65.  Favorite character from Finding Nemo?

I like the little fish – Nemo, right?

66.  First person you talked to today?

I haven’t spoken to anyone today.

67.  How many sweatpants do you have?

I’ve got three pairs of trackpants, if that counts.

68.  How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Too many to count

69.  Last movie you watched?

Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs? Les Mis?

70.  Favorite actress?

71.  Favorite actor?

72.  How are you feeling?

Happy.

73.  Do you type fast?

No. I can but my thoughts always come slowly

74.  Do you regret anything from your past?

Yes, yes, and yes.

75.  Can you spell well?

Yes, evin if I doo say so meesilf.

76.  Do you miss anyone from your past?

Not really. I kind of miss an old friend I had from school because she was really nice to me.

77.  Ever broken someone’s heart?

I hope not.

78.  Have you ever been on a horse?

Not yet

79.  Do you like your online friends or your real friends more?

I’m sorry to say this to my online friends, but nothing can replace my IRL friends.
 
80.  What should you be doing?

Drinking cod liver oil. Blegh.

81.  Is something irritating you right now?

No (unless it’s the prospect of drinking cod liver oil)

82.  Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

I have liked someone so much, it hurt when they were upset.

83.  Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My family

84.  What was your childhood nickname?

I’ve never had one.

85.  Are you listening to music right now?

No. I would have but I didn’t want to disturb everyone who was sleeping by sneaking to get my headphones

86.  Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Yeah

87.  Do you like Chinese food?

It depends on the type. I prefer Western

88.  Favorite book?
Les Miserables

89.  Are you afraid of the dark?

No (unless I just read And Then There Were None)

90.  Are you mean?

I don’t think so … :/

91.  Can you keep white shoes clean?

Probably not!

92.  Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe people can “fall in love” at first sight – you know, that craziness that lovesick people have. But I believe that kind of love is not enough. Love is also a constant choice.

93.  What makes you happy?
Laughter, friends, the great outdoors

94.  Would you change your name?
I wouldn’t change Tara. I never really liked my surname, though (sorry Dad!).

95.  Favorite lyrics right now? 

Live, I wanna live on fire./ Die, I wanna burn out brighter/ brighter than the northern lights/ I wanna live to feel the daylight/ The more I live I see/ This life’s not about me

96.  Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Open

97.  Night or Day?

Probably day, but I love the romance of night and the stars

98.  Favorite month?

Decemeber, because of Christmas

99.  Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark chocolate
 
100. Was today a good day?

It’s been awesome so far and I’m sure it will be awesome.

101. What’s your favorite quote?

Aagain, that’s an impossible question. But I’ll leave you with one I like: Be careful of health books. You might die of a misprint. – Mark Twain

Feel free to answer the questions on your own blog!