If you haven’t cottoned on, for my last few posts I’ve been trying, albeit with questionable success, to give my posts zippy and witty and possibly punny titles. (No, autocorrect, that word is not puny.) My brain is fried this week though, so I guess you guys get a
blessed reprieve mournful absence of my normally on-point and ineffable wordsmithery.
So, yeah, um. My brain is fried. Don’t mind too much, though, it’s a great excuse for rambly posts with lots of comma splices and erratic ideas from all corners of it. (It being my mind. This might not be a too-coherent post. I’ve just finished up with finals and am trying to type this up while streaming Sherlock S3 for the second time…)
Weekity Things: (by which I mean events of note that occurred over the course of this week, excusez mois)
- Reading Good Omens.
I don’t–I can’t–it’s just–*exhales sharply through nose in frustration* this book is now one of my all-time favorites ever, and I can’t really explain why. Why does it make me tear up when I think of it now? Why did I feel the need to put off studying and self-care for a whole two days in order to tear through it? Why did this religious satire speak to me on a more profoundly spiritual level than any other book I’ve read?
It’s just ineffable, I guess. (Heads up: I will be using the word “ineffable” so much in the coming posts that you will become so ineffably done with it that you feel an ineffable itch to ineffably strangle me.) It was one of those weird things that really struck me in exactly the right way, and now my conversations with anyone new this week have been beginning with a sharp and judgmental “Have you read Good Omens?!” Most people haven’t. Uggghhh. Get on this book, world. It is so good (and hilarious) that whenever I think of it I’m pretty sure my heart rate speeds up and the emotional center of my brain (is that the amygdala? *googles* yes it’s the amygdala) sort of spasms out and my face is kind of caught between doing this
IT’S NOT EVEN PARTICULARLY SAD OR PARTICULARLY HAPPY IT JUST GIVES ME ALL THE FEELS UUGGH.
Here’s my equally non-articulate GoodReads review, if anyone’s interested:
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Oh, man. Why didn’t I read this book sooner? Why, oh why, did I pick it up for “idle reading” in the heat of Finals season??
I’m not really sure how to describe this book, except that it’s one of those books where you drift around with your eyes unfocused for hours after reading, and you spill a bunch of stuff because you’ve been well and truly entranced. It’s one of those books that you can stare at and squeeze to your chest because the characters, even those that hail from the pits of Hell (especially those) feel like your best mates and the whole book fills you with a kind of existentially ironic warm fuzzy feeling, which I didn’t even know was a thing. Laugh-out-loud hilarious, a good read for those who want to stop taking themselves so seriously. The writing was beautiful and I loved the dialogue. In the beginning (haha, Bible pun, haha) it felt like there were WAY TOO MANY characters for my poor feeble mortal mind to juggle, but it pares down into a glorious semblance of sense.
I also have the hugest crush on Aziraphale, bless his soul.
(bee tee dubs you should all become my friend on GoodReads because I need more virtual friends to fangirl over books with okay? okay)
2. Scholastic Art and Writing Awards results! (This was the thing that my poetry collection won in last year, with the celebration at Carnegie Hall.) This year I submitted a short story (that I wrote in 8th grade and that you haven’t read), “We Hired Death as Our Landscaper,” a poem collection of “Dichromate,”“Ellipse,” and “Silver,” another poem collection including two of my spoken word poems “Solicited Advice to Prepubescent Nintendo Freaks” and “Sweet, sweet Adolescence,” and finally, my poem “The Professional Aimless Wanderer”. Two of the poem collections won Silver Keys (which is like an honorable mention except there is actually also an honorable mention category so I guess Silver Key is like one step up from honorable mention) and “Wanderer” is going on to National Judging!
Hmm. Well, I realize this doesn’t actually look too…legitimate. (You gotta love the PicMonkey “paper scrap” feature though, amiright?) I promise these were my actual results. Huzzah for creative censoring.
It’s kind of wryly funny that Scholastic always loves my poetry (at least they seem to), whereas I work a lot harder on my prose and like it better than my poetry. I wasn’t sure about some of the poems I submitted, but I definitely thought the short story or at least “Landscaper” was going somewhere. I guess I’m too biased. I also guess that the fewer words in which I have to say something, the better I say it…which I kind of already knew. Brevity is not my forte, but when I can manage it, it definitely improves my writing.
3. FINALS SEASON IS OVAHH! *upturns a science lab bench and begins tap dancing upon it* Really, that’s being a bit overdramatic, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting it to be. In a fit of procrastination and denial one night, I even wrote a satire of Robert Frost’s “Fire and Ice” proclaiming “Some say the world will end with Finals…” I had just heard so many rumors about how awful they were, and I suppose I had it easy since I’m but a wee freshie, but they were all right. My lowest score was in Algebra 2/Pre-calc, predictably, and that was just an A-. I am in a state of ineffable gratitude that there was no Orchestra final, because my Orchestra grade has now squeaked up to a 93.01%, which is literally one-hundredth of a percent over the requirement for an A. So now my GPA is a 4.0. *smiles beatifically*
Hope you had an equally eventful week, my dearest tropical fish, and that the next 7 days also hold, for you, a trove of mystique and ineffable excitement. (Congrats on getting through finals, if you’re a student!)