Just a teeny little announcement: I made a few changes to the layout and style for ease of reading and things of that nature, so I'm hoping you guys like it. Leave me a bit of feed back as a comment on this if you guys like it (or don't!) and give me a few suggestions:)
~Rhea:)
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Blogger's tan
Blogger's Tan (noun): the line one acquires when one is sitting in one's lawn chair on the beach scrolling down Tumblr with one's laptop sat on one's lap. Is mostly confined to tops of one's legs and is clearly noticeable and distinguishable by the uniquely square white splotches on one's inner thigh. Often accompanied by a rather nasty raccoon eye from sunglasses or unseemly flip-flop lines on one's feet.
After all my years of spending the first two weeks of summer on the beach, you'd think that I'd learn not to take the laptop, or to at least wear a bit of sun screen when I wanted to lay out-- I actually quite enjoy a nice tan, when I'm motivated enough to actually lay out (but there's really not a comfortable position unless you just go to sleep, and then you'd have to rotate me and.. we're not going to get into that.) Any who. While I don't normally burn-- I swear, for a white girl, I'm impressively sun resistant-- I did this last week-- I'm cursing the sun, truly I am-- and just, really I'm not feeling it, guys. Not feeling the sun.
I'm rambling, I think it's the pain meds-- you thought I was kidding, didn't you. I'm literally so high right now it's not funny (i have remarkably low tolerance for Tylenol).
I'm going,
Rhea.
[I leave you with a summer song:) {x.}
After all my years of spending the first two weeks of summer on the beach, you'd think that I'd learn not to take the laptop, or to at least wear a bit of sun screen when I wanted to lay out-- I actually quite enjoy a nice tan, when I'm motivated enough to actually lay out (but there's really not a comfortable position unless you just go to sleep, and then you'd have to rotate me and.. we're not going to get into that.) Any who. While I don't normally burn-- I swear, for a white girl, I'm impressively sun resistant-- I did this last week-- I'm cursing the sun, truly I am-- and just, really I'm not feeling it, guys. Not feeling the sun.
I'm rambling, I think it's the pain meds-- you thought I was kidding, didn't you. I'm literally so high right now it's not funny (i have remarkably low tolerance for Tylenol).
I'm going,
Rhea.
[I leave you with a summer song:) {x.}
Monday, May 6, 2013
5/6 (version 2)
Now that i've gotten that out of the way, can I just say that boys are the most horrible things to ever grace the earth. Their friends treat you like scum, and don't even get me started on them cheating. Honestly, it's like they were raised in a barn.
I'm sorry.
I'm done ranting now.
Good bye,
Rhea
(Here, I'm not even going to take the time to think of something witty to say. Boys are all stupid and I hate you. Give me my Disney movies. )
Monday, April 29, 2013
Just a tiny tidbit of information for you: I'm-- attempting-- to write a novella. It's hard, very extremely hard, and I have no excuse to be up this late because I've had the absolute worst case of writes block for six million years, but I quite like the whole "insomniatic writer" persona that I have going right now, so I've kept it going. (No I don't. I don't like it at all, I'm failing Algebra I and that isn't great at all.)
(But, in all of reality, the novel is coming along fairly nicely.) I'm sure this is all what you wanted to hear at midnight on a Sunday-- technically Monday-- when you all should be in bed as well. Don't give me that look, you know I'm right.
Muse is playing in the back ground. Should I be worried that I'm turning into Stephanie Meyers? Oh dear God please don't let me be turning into Stephanie Meyers. Even if the book is a love story. Oh, Christ.
Night blogging: It gets worse the more sleep deprived you become. If you don't believe me, pay a small visit to tumblr at three o'clock in the morning on a weeknight. You think I'm kidding, don't you?
I'm rambling, I get that, but I'm holding onto some semblance of hope that while I'm getting all of this rubbish out of my mind I'll be able to pull forward some of the next bit of the book. As of right now, no new advances made: will keep updated.
I've got my I-Tunes playlist on shuffle-- I've never truly noticed just how extremely obscure my music taste is until now... Someone save me. I think I'm drowning in Indie. At least lie and tell me you people know something about good music: The Beatles, The Wallflowers? Band of Horses? Please? >croaked<. Oh God, it's worse than I thought. Hold me.
Aye! There along the wall, do you see it? It's a rare, sustainable plot bunny! Hurry! I must capture it!
--Muse! Gather the tools! We're going plotting!--
Alas fair lads and maidens, I bid you farewell for now, but fear not, all in good time, I shall visit again.
--Rhea:)
(Go forth and prosper my children, for I give you good tidings of real music: Here I am! Click here!!)
(But, in all of reality, the novel is coming along fairly nicely.) I'm sure this is all what you wanted to hear at midnight on a Sunday-- technically Monday-- when you all should be in bed as well. Don't give me that look, you know I'm right.
Muse is playing in the back ground. Should I be worried that I'm turning into Stephanie Meyers? Oh dear God please don't let me be turning into Stephanie Meyers. Even if the book is a love story. Oh, Christ.
Night blogging: It gets worse the more sleep deprived you become. If you don't believe me, pay a small visit to tumblr at three o'clock in the morning on a weeknight. You think I'm kidding, don't you?
I'm rambling, I get that, but I'm holding onto some semblance of hope that while I'm getting all of this rubbish out of my mind I'll be able to pull forward some of the next bit of the book. As of right now, no new advances made: will keep updated.
I've got my I-Tunes playlist on shuffle-- I've never truly noticed just how extremely obscure my music taste is until now... Someone save me. I think I'm drowning in Indie. At least lie and tell me you people know something about good music: The Beatles, The Wallflowers? Band of Horses? Please? >croaked<. Oh God, it's worse than I thought. Hold me.
Aye! There along the wall, do you see it? It's a rare, sustainable plot bunny! Hurry! I must capture it!
--Muse! Gather the tools! We're going plotting!--
Alas fair lads and maidens, I bid you farewell for now, but fear not, all in good time, I shall visit again.
--Rhea:)
(Go forth and prosper my children, for I give you good tidings of real music: Here I am! Click here!!)
Friday, April 19, 2013
An Introduction, of sorts.
To begin this lovely (and frankly very predictable) blog, a few introductions are in order. Firstly and foremost, this is as much for me as it is for you. I've deduced a blog to be more effective and responsive than a diary or journal. Quite possibly because I can interact with actually people and not just pages and ink in a book. (Which is absolutely, perfectly fine.)
Secondly, Since I would rather like to avoid the backlash this could (and would) cause if someone from my school found this, no real names will be used. (Unless they are common names and therefore needn't be changed.)
Lastly, I ask in no way for any feedback or comment seeing as this is for my benefit only, but if you feel the need and would very much like to contribute to my humble little corner of the universe, please:) I'd love to hear what all of you have to say:).
I guess that's all.
Secondly, Since I would rather like to avoid the backlash this could (and would) cause if someone from my school found this, no real names will be used. (Unless they are common names and therefore needn't be changed.)
Lastly, I ask in no way for any feedback or comment seeing as this is for my benefit only, but if you feel the need and would very much like to contribute to my humble little corner of the universe, please:) I'd love to hear what all of you have to say:).
I guess that's all.
For now,
Rhea:)
(Here's a song: take it. Thrive my younglings: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOjdXSrtUxA )
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