Post by fangirlygirl on Dec 23, 2011 23:42:51 GMT -5
I already have a blog, and I've actually had one of my stories posted on Cinematic Titanic's Facebook.
Heres my site: mytruthfulopinion.wordpress.com/
And here's the story. It's called "How I Kept My Sanity"
"Picture this: 6th grade. New school, new books, new teachers, new schedule. You’d expect teachers to realize this year is shell-shockingly terrifying, right? Not my math teacher. First week of school, all of us were nearly in tears of pain. We thought it would never end. Especially me, considering she didn’t get my NAME RIGHT the ENTIRE YEAR, but that’s another post.
Anyway, in a what-should-have-been totally unrelated story, Thursday, November 25 of 2010, (Thanksgiving), my parents finally purchased a Netflix account. They claimed they wanted to show me some amazing show with a really long name. Great. I was “thrilled”. Two episodes later, I was hooked. The show was beautifully crafted, with a UHF station sort of feel. Mystery Science Theater 3000, it was called.
The following Monday, in the “torture pit”, as we came to call it, I zoned out as she screamed at a student. My mind was on That Show. That Show. . I barely noticed as my homework packet thunked onto my desk, all 200 problems of it, due the next day. I groaned out of my lovely thoughts, and back into the rapid-fire pace of her class.
As I got back home, I wanted to cry. 200 problems due tomorrow? That should be considered child abuse! I sat down to my homework at four, and with a half-hour break for dinner, finished at six; I had already missed Taekwon-Do. I didn’t care about accuracy. After all, she didn’t either. I stalked rebelliously to the couch, and plopped myself down, nose in the air the whole time. I acted devilish, but I was just holding back the tears. She didn’t care. That’s all I could think about. She didn’t care. I was shocked to find that, angrily pushing buttons, I had turned on Netflix, searched for MST3k, and selected “Girl In Gold Boots.” My subconscious was headed in the right direction.
Two minutes in, I had forgotten the hard day. I had forgotten Her. I had forgotten the world. I was curled up, my head on my my mom’s chest, laughing until I couldn’t breathe. I was happy.
I am obviously much indebted to these comedic geniuses, and want to give credit where credit was due, so I’ll list them all by name. Joel Hodgson, Michael J. Nelson, Frank Conniff, Trace Beaulieu, J. Elvis Weinstein, Kevin Murphy, Jim Mallon, Mary Jo Pehl, Bridget Jones Nelson, Bill Corbett, Paul Chaplin, Jef Maynard, and the entirety of Best Brains, thanks to Metaluna and back."
And I'll post my new postings here so you won't have to keep clicking on that link, but I rarely update.
Heres my site: mytruthfulopinion.wordpress.com/
And here's the story. It's called "How I Kept My Sanity"
"Picture this: 6th grade. New school, new books, new teachers, new schedule. You’d expect teachers to realize this year is shell-shockingly terrifying, right? Not my math teacher. First week of school, all of us were nearly in tears of pain. We thought it would never end. Especially me, considering she didn’t get my NAME RIGHT the ENTIRE YEAR, but that’s another post.
Anyway, in a what-should-have-been totally unrelated story, Thursday, November 25 of 2010, (Thanksgiving), my parents finally purchased a Netflix account. They claimed they wanted to show me some amazing show with a really long name. Great. I was “thrilled”. Two episodes later, I was hooked. The show was beautifully crafted, with a UHF station sort of feel. Mystery Science Theater 3000, it was called.
The following Monday, in the “torture pit”, as we came to call it, I zoned out as she screamed at a student. My mind was on That Show. That Show. . I barely noticed as my homework packet thunked onto my desk, all 200 problems of it, due the next day. I groaned out of my lovely thoughts, and back into the rapid-fire pace of her class.
As I got back home, I wanted to cry. 200 problems due tomorrow? That should be considered child abuse! I sat down to my homework at four, and with a half-hour break for dinner, finished at six; I had already missed Taekwon-Do. I didn’t care about accuracy. After all, she didn’t either. I stalked rebelliously to the couch, and plopped myself down, nose in the air the whole time. I acted devilish, but I was just holding back the tears. She didn’t care. That’s all I could think about. She didn’t care. I was shocked to find that, angrily pushing buttons, I had turned on Netflix, searched for MST3k, and selected “Girl In Gold Boots.” My subconscious was headed in the right direction.
Two minutes in, I had forgotten the hard day. I had forgotten Her. I had forgotten the world. I was curled up, my head on my my mom’s chest, laughing until I couldn’t breathe. I was happy.
I am obviously much indebted to these comedic geniuses, and want to give credit where credit was due, so I’ll list them all by name. Joel Hodgson, Michael J. Nelson, Frank Conniff, Trace Beaulieu, J. Elvis Weinstein, Kevin Murphy, Jim Mallon, Mary Jo Pehl, Bridget Jones Nelson, Bill Corbett, Paul Chaplin, Jef Maynard, and the entirety of Best Brains, thanks to Metaluna and back."
And I'll post my new postings here so you won't have to keep clicking on that link, but I rarely update.