Occupy Wall Street?

You know something? I don't really care for the message, the movement, or the debate around Occupy Wall-Street. I just care about the people. It's a movement from the people, by the people, for the people. It inspires me to see thousands of people toughing it out in the winter, relying on each other for not just warmth but strength. It amazes me to see people protesting for their ideas en masse and to stand by those beliefs with such force, vigor, and conviction. It awes me to see people stand their ground despite the powers of the people going against them, the beatings they have taken, the obstructions thrown at them. I hope this movement makes it through the New England winter. It will be our next Valley Forge. It will be remarkable.

A mountain of a dream

I remember in second grade I often had nightmares. Among them included falling off a steep mountain into incoming traffic. I would be climbing, up, up, and up. Rocks would tumble. Gravel would loosen. My hands would slip, and I would fall.

I no longer have this nightmare.

Have I reached the top, or have I lost the dream?

I lied

Okay, so I lied when I said I would get this started again. To be honest, I haven't been able to find the time. Between procrastination, Teamliquid, homework, and college apps, I'm just swamped. I'll start writing more frequently when I get the time. Thank god MEA is coming up. I really need the sleep.

Some thoughts

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I was thinking about what to write. I stared at the ceiling and saw a black dot. I can't see it anymore. I'm too far away. I need to lie down on my bed, limbs splayed towards the four corners, and stare to find it once more. I like that dot.

Why Emma sucks.

I would say spoiler, but it's a monotonous, pointless book with a plot that's not worth following. If you get spoilered, don't sweat it. I'm just saving your time.

1. Prose. I can't stand Emma's style. Reading Emma might as well have been reading Miss Bates the whole way through. That is, reading rambling, incoherent drivel which makes me wonder, "Why do I care?" But wait, it gets worse. Austen uses archaic constructions forcing 10 words instead of 3. Austen uses elevated diction for little purpose, and while used correctly, it still feels like I'm reading an idiot trying to use a thesaurus to sound "intellectual." Luckily, no one I know writes like that. Thank god.

2. Plot. It's boring. I didn't care. I just tried to get through 471 pages ASAP. It's predictable. Who didn't guess Frank+Jane or Harriet+Robert? I'm quite sure I saw that around 200 pages in. She tries to trick the reader, hehehe, but those were just extraneous words. I'll admit Knightly+Emma was surprising, but that's because they're brother/sister in laws. Doesn't that count for incest? Ugh, too close for comfort though.

3. Characters. I hated them all except the Knightlys. Maybe that's why the plot bored me. I didn't care about the characters, so why should I care about what happens to them? Emma could die of heat stroke, end the book earlier, and I'd be all the happier. Compare this to Pride and Prejudice or Persuasion where I actually cared because the heroine wasn't a pompous, spoiled, immature bonehead, and you'll see why I hated this book. Mrs. Elton signified skim to me, as did Miss Bates, as did Mr. Elton, as did Harriet Smith.

What a waste of time.

The lie and the truth

Sometimes I wonder if I lie to myself enough times, can it become truth? I guess it's best to try it.
It can become truth.
It can become truth.
It can become truth.
...
I'll get back to you on the results.

Getting back into the swing

Writing is like Starcraft. It rusts if you don't use it. It's not hard to grind off most of the rust, but it's hard to reach that previous level. A few practice games might make me high D again, but until I start playing everyday, I'm just going to keep losing D+ games at this rate. No matter. Just need to keep practicing.