controversial stuff

Ok, to be honest, I have mixed feelings about gay relationships. My religion says it's wrong, and I stand by it, but I don't think I will ever find myself arguing about it face to face with someone.

Abortion, though, I will argue abortion 'till the cows come home. I just had the misfortune of reading this article, and was almost physically sick, especially when I read the comments. One of the comments argued "It's whether YOU think it's a fetus or a baby that matters." How is human life a matter of opinion? How could anyone possibly rationalize that much?

I normally consider myself very good at civilized argumentation, but this just has me at a loss for words.

I am not a people person

I'm really not.

I work in the shelving department in a library, and three of my coworkers have moved up to circulation in as many months. My mom and friends keep asking why I don't go for a cerc position, because it's better pay. Well, for two reasons.

1.) I'm not even old enough yet. You have to be at least 18. Not to mention the fact that I don't know Spanish, which would hinder me.

2.) to quote a certain mr. Ebenezer Scrooge, " I hate people." being an actress, (and having to deal with it my whole life) I can fake my way through casual conversation when need be, but I hate doing it. If there was honestly a way for me to live without talking (except on certain occasions, like, whenever books and movies come into the conversation) I would love to take it.

In circulation, I would have to spend my whole flipping day talking to people. In shelving, I might go the whole day without talking to anyone! The biggest reason I love my job is because I can plug in headphones and just loose myself in the world of books, only having to occasionally stop a point someone to the bathrooms or offer a recommendation ( which I thoroughly enjoy doing. )

I'm pathetic.


~Peace out nerdyo

random writing prompt: know thyself

I am at a loss for stuff to say, at least stuff that wouldn't be mindless blather on what a traitor Obama is.

In ancient times, there was a plaque in front of the entrance to the oracle at Delphi.


γνώθι σαυτόν
Know thyself


Oh boy. You know, it's really rather hard to describe yourself well? Here goes.


I think it's pretty safe to say I am clinically shy in public, and often times in private also. There's this silly phrase "People who don't know me think I'm quiet. People who know me wish I was." That fits me pretty well. I don't talk unless it's something I'm passionate about. I seriously take to heart a quote from Hamlet (that happens to be one of the many posters in my room) "Give every man thine ear and few thy voice, take each man's censure but reserve thy judgement." Basically, talk little and listen a lot.


It is for this reason that it's so strange to look at me on stage. I am so so so shy, but when I walk onto a stage, it's like a switch is flipped. I can get big and bold and crazy when I have a definitive purpose. That's part of the reason I love theater, you get to be totally who you aren't.


Part of this horrible shy/introversion is that I literally get sucked up heart and soul into books and movies. I read obsessively, and pretty much the same with movies. People call me weird for all the behind the scenes info I know about movies and actors, but that is my hobby. Some people follow sports, some follow politics (I do that also) I follow movies. I have favorite actors, directors, musical composers, and I even have certain production people I enjoy following. I can spot a movie with Hans Zimmer or John Williams music within seconds of hearing the track. I'm also getting pretty good at catching Howard Shore. John Favreau  is one of my favorite directors, I like him as an actor too. I also can read a book or watch a movie once and quote word for word most of the movie. Then don't even get me started once I've seen the movie a couple times, especially if I liked it. My brother is this way too, although not quite as good as I am.

I am a hopeless romantic and a cockeyed optimist. That's part of the reason I'm actually rather picky when it comes to movies. I refuse to watch a movie with a sad ending. This is part of the reason I have become a Marvel Maniac. My entire family sat in a movie theater for almost 16 hours to watch all five Marvel movies and the midnight showing of  "The Avengers." We then proceeded to go see that movie three more times in the theater and have plans to buy the DVD.

Now, part of the reason I like "The Avengers" so much is it has three of my top five actors. Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr. and CHRIS-SEXINESS DEFINED-HEMSWORTH!! I love that man. Legitly love him, my desktop background is currently plastered with his gorgeous face. The other two actors in my top five are Johnny Depp and Russel Crowe. I will watch a crappy movie if those guys are in it. I also like that it doesn't take itself to seriuosly, it's just a fun one liner-fest  with lots of excellently done combat sequences.

"Yeah, well, last time I was in New York I kind of.... Broke Harlem."

Lord of the Rings. Let me say that one more time, LORD OF THE RINGS. These five books (Hobbit, trilogy, Silmarillion) are my drugs. I kid you not. If I'm having a crappy day I can literally pick up any one of the LotR books and open it to a random chapter, and get high. These books just plain make me happy. I can't not smile reading any of the works of J. R. R. Tolkien. I'm that way with C.S. Lewis also, but a bit more with Tolkien. Part of the reason I love these books so much goes back to the unquenchable optimism. Lord of the Rings shows us there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Frodo Baggins literally travels through hell and back, and saves the world. With the help of Sam and the others, nothing can stop him.

Good does triumph over evil. It has to. It will. That's just how my mind works.

So, there is a little dive into my twisted mind, hope you enjoyed the ride.

The boogeyman

Ok, it just occured to me I have yet to tell one of the funniest stories of my life on this blog. let's start with a flashback shall we?

Back to around ten years ago, I can't remember the specific date, the point is I was very young. I am sleeping over at my grandparents house, and J, the son of  a friend of the family (and my brother's godparents) is a good deal older than me, in his late teens already. I'm getting ready to go to bed, and he decides he wants to try and freak me out. So what does he do? He starts going on about how the Boogeyman is hiding in the closet, and as soon as I fall asleep he is going to come out and get me. My response?

"COOOL!!!!! WHAT MUSIC IS HE GONNA BRING!?"

Odd response eh? Well, here's the deal. My parents are not young, so I grew up with a lot of oldies music... and disco. For anyone without knowledge of that time, disco dancing was also called the boogy.

When most kids think of the boogeyman, they think of this horrible creature who is going to come out and kill him. I grew up with boogy music. I hear the phrase boogeyman and I think of a guy with a big afro, neon green suit, doing the freaking boogy. That's just always what I imagined.

It annoyed the living hell out of J. Because he couldn't scare me with it. Then he started trying other tactics like monsters in the closet or under the bed. Well, by this time I had read books like Narnia and the Phantom Tollbooth, and seen movies like "Monster's Inc." I just couldn't be scared as a little kid.

Dear Supreme court,

forgive me if I am wrong, but are you not supposed to uphold the Constitution? Where does "universal healthcare" fit into the Constitution? It just seems not quite right. This healthcare you have so thoroughly forced upon us seems rather to go against it. One clause, if I'm correct, actually states that anything not specifically listed in the Constitution belongs solely to the state... well, perhaps I'm wrong.

Lucky for us citizens, we will soon have an opportunity to undo your unfortunate mistake.

Your humble servant,
Silence Doogood II

random writing prompt: Three perfect hours

Time for another random writing prompt!

Three hours. Three hours of total perfection in life. What is it?


Sitting outside on a pleasantly cool day. A big, poofy, obscenely comfortable chair on a deck looking out over the ocean. Next to me is a table with a large pot of Earl Grey tea that has been perfectly brewed with just the right amount of milk and sugar. I have a medium size cup with no handle (they bug me) that doesn't let my tea get cold. I can hear the calming sound of the waves, and an unseen source is quietly playing a mix of Bach, Yiruma, Vivaldi, Pachabel, and Mozart. I have a large, thoroughly enjoyable book (most likely Lord of the Rings, but really anything I just can't put down) and can just immerse myself in it, and leave reality for three hours.

My perfect three hours.

random writng prompt: Imaginary Eden

I ave decided every few days I am going to pick a random writing prompt from one of many websites and write about it. Just to get the creative juices flowing. Here is what I picked today:

What is you imaginary Eden? The perfect getaway, with everything you could ever want or need

Alright, I have actually thought about this type of idea many times. The landscape would be very picturesque, pretty much how Tolkien describes Rivendell in LotR. Hilly, with mountains to look at in the distance, and a beautiful lake that I could swim in, or go boating on. The climate would be temperate/cold. I definitely prefer chilly weather, but I wouldn't want to be freezing all the time. just cool enough to wear long sleeve shirts most of the time. Taking that into the real world, it would probably be somewhere in Austria, Switzerland, or maybe Germany. but we're not really talking real world here.

The house would be very large (because naturally I would not ave to worry about cleaning it) with large high ceiling rooms. The grandest and most important room in the house would be the library. When I picture my perfect library, it's a mix between "Beauty and the Beast," and "High Society." It would be absolutely huge, with hundreds of books of all kinds, with a big roaring fire place and over sized furniture around it. I'm a chair, rather than couch, person, so they would be big fluffy chairs with a decent sized hearty side table next to each one (for the mount of books and tea that will undoubtedly be occupying it) The "High Society" part comes to play in that I would love that hidden bar that comes out of the wall. There would be alcohol, (not gonna lie, I'm really looking forward to 21) and a large tea kettle with many different kinds of tea to choose from. 

My bedroom would be just off the second floor of the library, and be spacious, but not huge. A luxurious four poster bed would be on one side, and there would be at least one more bookshelf in there. Once again, a nice big fireplace is a must. There would also be a big balcony over looking the lake, and preferably facing East so I can watch the sunrise every morning.

Outside of the house, away from the lake, would be a winding path through a large vegetable and herb garden. the plants closest to the path would be things like tomatoes, mint, bell pepers, etc. The things I could just pick off the plant and take a bite of. beyond this garden the path would branch off in two directions. One would lead to an orchard with all manner of yummy trees, the other would lead to a large walled garden in the English style. In this walled garden would be lots of very smelly plants, especially roses and carnations. Through ought this garden, and indeed the whole property, there would be lots of comfortable benches for me to sit down and read.

So that's my perfect world. I could get into things like a media room and the kitchen, but what I just talked about are the things that really matter when I imagine a dream house.