X-Men Origins: Wolverine

This was a really good movie. 

Titles

So I have two potential titles for my book of short stories:

Making Conversation with a Mannequin on the Top of a Swiss Mountain

Looking Through a Window on a Rainy Day, Seeing the World as if it were an Impressionist Painting

Which do you prefer?

This morning on NPR they were talking about the new Jonas Brothers television show that's making its premiere on the Disney Channel tomorrow night. The reporter called it a marketing blitzkrieg. I loved it. I think it describes the whole situation perfectly. The reported also said that "in the show, the brothers are all regular teenagers who go to a regular school and have regular problems....that they sing about." That also reminded me of this.

Enjoy. 

Procrastination

I hate procrastinating and yet that's what I'm doing at this very moment. 

I have an AP Euro final Thursday and I'm really nervous for it. I felt confident about my studying and the preparation I've taken for this test. Then I took a practice exam in the Princeton Review book. Most of the questions I feel as if I'm making an educated guess on. I mean, most of it is so specific.  

Or maybe I have no idea what I'm talking about and I thought I understood European history to an extent. 

Like Clayton says, this test and the AP test will decide the rest of my life. Therefore, I should be freaking out about it as much as I am.  

Is anyone getting tired of my constant rambling about AP Euro? 

I am. 

Except I can't stop thinking about it. 

It's consuming me. 

I'm obsessing over it. 

It's horrible.

Thankfully I can still sleep at night.

(Sorry)

Leben (Life)

Life right now is short of chaotic. 

It's all about the AP Test. In the past week, I've had at least three dreams about studying AP Euro with Samantha, Saniya, or Spencer or all three. It's so bizarre; so outre. 

I've been so spacey lately. I took a practice AP test Saturday and I took my Scantron home. I don't know why I did, I was the only person who did that. But for some reason, I thought we could. I don't know why but it just really hit me. It hit me hard. Probably hit my ego more than anything but I just felt so discouraged. It was so minuscule, I know. It was as if I was slowly losing my mind. I probably am. Bit by bit, day by day. It's like dying: slow and inevitable.  

At least I didn't say that the Big Bang was the thing that killed the dinosaurs like a girl did in my Biology class today.

I'm becoming so frustrated. With this thing and this person and it just drives me crazy. I can't really even explain it so sorry for the arbitrary vagueness.  

More and more I'm becoming distant. I think I should have been born in the late nineteenth century. As I'm studying for AP Euro I find that I agree with the artists and authors of the Romantic movement. I like nature more than this superficial world I'm in. I see art and literature as a way to escape, leave this world. I'm sitting here, waiting, not doing anything. The only thing I don't agree with is emotion over reason and that's just one little part of Romanticism. 

Just call me John Constable. 

Happy Independence Day Togo!

A Fresh Batch of Names!

I love names! Here's some more from You Can't Call It "It"! 

Dali-reminds me of the Surrealist painter (who was a little bit screwy) but I like it as a first name

Magnus-another solid name

Xander-no need for the "Ale-" in front, this is fine by itself

Zephyr-a strong wind? I like it as a first name, nonetheless

Condor-another solid name

Thoreau-like Henry David's last name, makes a good first name

Conon-I just like it.

These are all boys' names on account that I didn't see any girls' names that I really liked. I'm still really liking Atlas, despite what certain people may say about it.