Category: Freshman Year (2013-2014)

All Day, Every Day: A day in the life of your average Arya

Wow. So. Um. It’s been a while.

I promise you, nerdlings, I do have an excuse (sort of). I’m gonna play the high school student card here- finals week.

Yes, this week is finals week for yours truly, and of course that hasn’t been the most pleasant thing ever. I love the fact that summer is here for me in literally less than 48 hours. Fun fun fun, excitement excitement excitement, yay. But then twelve of those 48 hours are going to be taken up in testing.

Not so fun.

The week before finals (which, thanks to my classmates, I have been referring to as nothing other than “dead week”) consisted of a whole lot of panic for me. See, my schedule plays out in a way that I have my three most difficult classes as my first three finals. It’s nice to be able to get them over with, of course, but then the fact that I have less time to study for them can become intimidating. Especially when there’s lots to remember.

Since it’s Memorial Day weekend, I didn’t have school today. I spent my entire day at home, locked in my room, reviewing every single thing I have learned this semester about modern world history and secondary algebra (let me just say now, John Green is literally the only reason that even have a slight idea of what happened in the French Revolution). It wasn’t easy to stay away from playing 2048 or Puzzle&Dragons, but I did it. And I’ve gotten to a point where I can list off all the rulers throughout the English Civil War just as fluently as I can every Yellowcard song (I think).

So what’s the point of me complaining to you about finals?

It got me thinking about what goes on in my ridiculous everyday life, and how I even manage to get half the things done that I’m supposed to.

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This Week’s Episode: Music and Melting

The weather this week. Has been. So. Hot. It’s actually ridiculous.

I was really enjoying the lovely unusual cold-when-it’s-not-supposed-to-be weather we were having in my area until this entire thing came along and decided to dry up all the rain on my parade (rain that I enjoyed, thank you very much).

I’m most definitely a chilly kind of person. I enjoy those cloudy gray skies, cold, brisk air, and slight drizzle of rain throughout the day. Those kinds of days make me very happy (plus, they put me in even more of a mood to curl up with chocolate and read/write).

And don’t even get me started on how basically 99.99% of my entire wardrobe contains winter clothing. It’s all jeans and long-sleeves and hoodies accompanied by about fifty billion beanies and scarves.

So when days like the ones of the past week roll around, I really just have no idea what to do with myself.

All I have to say to the weather is this:


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The Magic of Teamwork

In my drama class, we’ve been doing projects that require a lot of working together.

At the beginning of the year, our assignments were far more simple, being things like performing monologues or small scenes written by others for students. But as the year progressed, we were given much tougher tasks.

The first one was titled Karaoke Musical. We were split into four groups. Our assignment was to come up with a story from scratch and then find songs to match the plot and integrate them into the play. We had a week to write a 35 page script consisting of three primary scenes, and then another week to block it and memorize.

It was difficult. Very, very difficult. But we pulled it off in the end, and it turned out to be a lot of fun. I got to play a crazy old lady with an absurd accent and wear three hats at the same time, one on top of another. All was right with the world.

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Liebster Award? What’s that, you say?


I was just recently nominated for the Liebster Award by the lovely Desiree B over at Inky Tavern. Pretty cool, right?

I’ve seen this floating around a couple other blogs I follow but, to be completely honest, I haven’t really looked into what it is. I did a bit of poking around and the rules are that I have to come up with eleven facts about myself, nominate eleven other blogs with less than/around 200 followers, and then come up with eleven questions for them to answer in a post of their own. Lots of work to be done here. Let’s get to it, shall we?

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Review: “I Am The Messenger” sent me an important message…

I was poking through our school library, looking for The Book Thief by Markus Zusak upon a friend’s recommendation. But to my dismay, all the copies were checked out. While I was looking in the section, though, I spotted a couple other books under the same author, and I grabbed the first one I saw- I Am The Messenger.

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R.I.P. Ralph

This is Ralph. Isn't he pretty?

This is Ralph. Isn’t he pretty?

My fish died yesterday.

I came home from school, went to my room, said hi to him as usual, then got to doing homework and other things in the living room. When I finally came back into my own hermit cave, I realized that Ralph wasn’t moving. After tapping the glass gently a couple of times and turning the bowl around, it was confirmed that he was dead.

This makes me sad. Yes, some might find it silly that I’m so attached to my fish, but Ralph was one of my friends. He’s also a mascot of sorts for Wordy&Nerdy, and it’s definitely not the nicest feeling in the world to lose that, y’know?

I’ve only had Ralph since the start of the school year (early August, basically). I knew he wouldn’t live forever- no one does- but there was a part of me that hoped he would manage to survive for longer than the average betta fish.

My lovely Ralph had a wonderful eight-and-a-half months, though, and I’m glad to have had him. Believe it or not, that little guy gave me quite a bit of inspiration.

So, we come to another point: will I change my tagline? After all, I am no longer the girl with the fish, I am one with…out a fish (no way of putting it creatively, really). Will I change my header or the little button on the side of my page?

No, no I will not. Because (prepare yourself for sappiness) Ralph still lives on in my imagination. And from his little fish heaven with all my childhood betta friends, he’ll still provide me with the guidance for what the heck I should put on this blog 😛

I hope to get another fish in the future. He’ll be called Ralph the Second. And he will sit on my bookshelf and serve as an audience to my brainstorming madness while I pace up and down in my room thinking out loud about tons of ideas.

He might just be one fish, but he was still a living creature, and I’ll miss him. But life goes on, and even though I am currently fish-less, Ralph’s legacy shall survive indeed!

Today’s lesson: if life gets tough and things get rough, just keep swimming, my lovely nerdlings. It’ll all be fine eventually.

Carry on bravely as always,

Old novels and brilliantly sassy characters

When I look back at the person I was almost four years ago, I want to curl up in a corner and sob.

This is mainly because I used to be a weird little child. Not the kind of weird I am now (because let’s face it, I’m a total weirdo). This kind of weird was more of the embarrassing kind, y’know?


Right up there, above those three little star-thingies, are a few sentences I wrote about two months ago. I was trying to draft up a post but couldn’t come up with anything past what you see right there. Today, I was struggling a bit for inspiration, so I decided to go through my old drafts to find an idea.

I found this, and it got me thinking.

As I’ve said so many times before, things change. People change, too, myself obviously not excluded. Even over the short course of a couple months, a lot can become different, and for me, the previous situation sometimes becomes embarrassing.

I’ll look back and cringe horrifically at the way I acted around new people a year ago. I’ll remember my opinion on llamas in the sixth grade and shudder because I was seriously obsessed (don’t get me wrong, llamas are totally rad, but it was getting slightly unhealthy back then).

But sometimes old memories can turn out to be absolutely fantastic.

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