For some reason when I hit "log in" on blogger this evening, I found myself mysteriously logged in to this blog.
Tianna, consider yourself Legit Carolina hacker attacked.
xoxo,
Sarah, the Legit Carolinian.
21 February 2010
10 December 2009
snails
As usual, the HP Alliance has given me something to think about yet again.
Stress is a ridiculously popular norm in our society. And by norm, I mean it’s such a fad that no one recognizes it as one. Think about it. Every day you probably wake up and think “It’s time already?”, and then you flee out the door to wherever your day begins. From there, endless amounts of stress are ladled onto your plate from unnecessary sources. Maybe you have an intimidating first job interview, maybe you’re worried about the cost of your dream vacation for the holiday seasons, or maybe you’re just focused on getting into the right college, no matter how many states or countries separate you from it.
In fact, you might just be worried about all three things. And to me, that seems pretty ridiculous. Why? If you think about it, you’re putting the stress on yourself. Society does play an enormous role, letting you know just what celebrities are vacationing where and for how much money, force feeding you knowledge of luxuries you’ll surely never have, and scaring you into firmly believing that no matter what you try, you’re going to fail.
So you reach for the stars. You go and pick out all of these different activities, classes, even extracurricular things - and you don’t realize it at the time, but they’re going to take over your life. They’re going to boggle you down between the mattress and the boxspring and squeeze the air out of you. They’ll strip you of your social life and everything you appreciated before you got to be such a busy bee. And good luck trying to squeeze out, because by the time you do you’ll be flat as a pancake.
How can you be both busy and stress-free, you ask? It’s not possible. Which is why I strive for a life of tranquility and peace, and the HPA just made me realize this. I’m not too lazy or too quiet or too boring. I’m just living my life at a slower pace than most of you crazed folk who are on the go 24/7. I’m saying goodbye to my days like a snail, and I’m learning to love every minute of it. All I need is another snail to say hello to every morning when I get out of bed and try not to yell at my alarm clock.
Stress is a ridiculously popular norm in our society. And by norm, I mean it’s such a fad that no one recognizes it as one. Think about it. Every day you probably wake up and think “It’s time already?”, and then you flee out the door to wherever your day begins. From there, endless amounts of stress are ladled onto your plate from unnecessary sources. Maybe you have an intimidating first job interview, maybe you’re worried about the cost of your dream vacation for the holiday seasons, or maybe you’re just focused on getting into the right college, no matter how many states or countries separate you from it.
In fact, you might just be worried about all three things. And to me, that seems pretty ridiculous. Why? If you think about it, you’re putting the stress on yourself. Society does play an enormous role, letting you know just what celebrities are vacationing where and for how much money, force feeding you knowledge of luxuries you’ll surely never have, and scaring you into firmly believing that no matter what you try, you’re going to fail.
So you reach for the stars. You go and pick out all of these different activities, classes, even extracurricular things - and you don’t realize it at the time, but they’re going to take over your life. They’re going to boggle you down between the mattress and the boxspring and squeeze the air out of you. They’ll strip you of your social life and everything you appreciated before you got to be such a busy bee. And good luck trying to squeeze out, because by the time you do you’ll be flat as a pancake.
How can you be both busy and stress-free, you ask? It’s not possible. Which is why I strive for a life of tranquility and peace, and the HPA just made me realize this. I’m not too lazy or too quiet or too boring. I’m just living my life at a slower pace than most of you crazed folk who are on the go 24/7. I’m saying goodbye to my days like a snail, and I’m learning to love every minute of it. All I need is another snail to say hello to every morning when I get out of bed and try not to yell at my alarm clock.
25 November 2009
Introduction
Okay, so maybe I've never really introduced myself on here. Have I? Who knows. I don't even know who actually reads this; most of the time it's just me talking to myself. But maybe I'll introduce myself to myself and learn more about myself. I'm worried I might have just used the word "myself" enough times to be considered scientifically narcissistic.
My name's Tianna. That's pronounced Tee- Ann (the A sounds like the A in alligator)- Na (like sodium). I would tell you my real last name (grossly Italian), but it's kind of useless since everyone knows me as Tianna Weasley. I've been obsessed with Ron Weasley ever since my second grade teacher, Mrs. Cipullo, read the Harry Potter books to my class of eight-year-olds. Until this date, and I have enough high school evidence for proof, I don't believe that anyone in that class has taken to heart the ideas of love and tolerance that I gained from those books. I had already harbored a passion for reading at that age, but never before had I actually believed something so beautiful could be real, might be real somewhere.
Some might say it's childish, but it's nevertheless true. Harry Potter became my life, and the fact that that might sound like the lamest thing ever to some people has totally escaped my concern - but not notice, which is the great thing about it. I love going out in public and wearing extreme Harry Potter merchandise and showing off my passion for the series and the fandom I've gotten into because of it. I wouldn't trade it for anything, not anything. I wouldn't even give up the crazy stares I get because of it, because those looks of confusion and awe toward the entire community make us an enigma of hope, I think. That there are people out there who care enough about books still to be into them to a hardcore extreme years after the last book has been released, to organize meetings and discuss the books and movies, to plan events and base them off of things that happen in the series, and to actually write music about them that started its own genre? Insane. A miracle, if you ask me.
I've ranted about the Harry Potter/wizard rock fandom before and although in some aspects I kind of feel like repeating myself (since no one reads this anyway, LOL), but I'm going to continue. Two Saturdays ago I played my fourth wizard rock show. (www.myspace.com/ispeaktree) :) It was definitely one of the best fandom experiences I've had. By the way, Blogspot keeps telling me that "fandom" should be corrected as "random." I'd have thought that a site like this would be warmed up to the word, but I guess not. Anyway, people were really supportive at the show, which was with 3 other wizard rock bands that I've looked up to for Merlin knows how long. The gratitude I feel from their appraisal is something I couldn't have gained if I didn't venture out and make my own wizard rock band on my own. I never thought I could do it by myself, but I am. And if it takes being along to succeed right now, well, I'M GONNA DO IT.
I'm in the process of restarting a Pittsburgh chapter of the Harry Potter Alliance. Why? Because I'm sick of feeling that ever since the last chapter we had died, we're nothing. We're definitely not, and I feel like we can rekindle the fire of what we once had and be something even larger and more powerful than before. After all, it's the Order of the PHOENIX for a reason. And like Harry implied, every famous and great wizard started out as simply a student. If someone else can do it, you can do it too - even better.
I wish I felt this inspired every day. Sometimes I get ideas to write at night and then in the morning I feel like a completely different person. I just wish I would get more incentive to rush to my computer and blog when I felt all those crazy emotions that I do when I write. Oh, well. It'll miracle-ize someday. New word.
Also, I'd like to point out how much (and how long) this made me laugh earlier:
Simply wonderful.
NaNoWriMo count: 41,551
My name's Tianna. That's pronounced Tee- Ann (the A sounds like the A in alligator)- Na (like sodium). I would tell you my real last name (grossly Italian), but it's kind of useless since everyone knows me as Tianna Weasley. I've been obsessed with Ron Weasley ever since my second grade teacher, Mrs. Cipullo, read the Harry Potter books to my class of eight-year-olds. Until this date, and I have enough high school evidence for proof, I don't believe that anyone in that class has taken to heart the ideas of love and tolerance that I gained from those books. I had already harbored a passion for reading at that age, but never before had I actually believed something so beautiful could be real, might be real somewhere.
Some might say it's childish, but it's nevertheless true. Harry Potter became my life, and the fact that that might sound like the lamest thing ever to some people has totally escaped my concern - but not notice, which is the great thing about it. I love going out in public and wearing extreme Harry Potter merchandise and showing off my passion for the series and the fandom I've gotten into because of it. I wouldn't trade it for anything, not anything. I wouldn't even give up the crazy stares I get because of it, because those looks of confusion and awe toward the entire community make us an enigma of hope, I think. That there are people out there who care enough about books still to be into them to a hardcore extreme years after the last book has been released, to organize meetings and discuss the books and movies, to plan events and base them off of things that happen in the series, and to actually write music about them that started its own genre? Insane. A miracle, if you ask me.
I've ranted about the Harry Potter/wizard rock fandom before and although in some aspects I kind of feel like repeating myself (since no one reads this anyway, LOL), but I'm going to continue. Two Saturdays ago I played my fourth wizard rock show. (www.myspace.com/ispeaktree) :) It was definitely one of the best fandom experiences I've had. By the way, Blogspot keeps telling me that "fandom" should be corrected as "random." I'd have thought that a site like this would be warmed up to the word, but I guess not. Anyway, people were really supportive at the show, which was with 3 other wizard rock bands that I've looked up to for Merlin knows how long. The gratitude I feel from their appraisal is something I couldn't have gained if I didn't venture out and make my own wizard rock band on my own. I never thought I could do it by myself, but I am. And if it takes being along to succeed right now, well, I'M GONNA DO IT.
I'm in the process of restarting a Pittsburgh chapter of the Harry Potter Alliance. Why? Because I'm sick of feeling that ever since the last chapter we had died, we're nothing. We're definitely not, and I feel like we can rekindle the fire of what we once had and be something even larger and more powerful than before. After all, it's the Order of the PHOENIX for a reason. And like Harry implied, every famous and great wizard started out as simply a student. If someone else can do it, you can do it too - even better.
I wish I felt this inspired every day. Sometimes I get ideas to write at night and then in the morning I feel like a completely different person. I just wish I would get more incentive to rush to my computer and blog when I felt all those crazy emotions that I do when I write. Oh, well. It'll miracle-ize someday. New word.
Also, I'd like to point out how much (and how long) this made me laugh earlier:
Simply wonderful.
NaNoWriMo count: 41,551
20 November 2009
i wish....
...
i was a natural redhead.
i could read a book in a day like i used to.
my best friend could live within 10 minutes of me.
i could make music that really moves people.
i could write something that inspires people.
my cats wouldn't fight so much.
my teeth were perfect.
i would never gain slower metabolism.
my mom would live forever.
my grandma would have never died.
i could remember more of my grandfathers.
my sister wasn't the way she is.
i wouldn't snap out on my best friends when they don't deserve it.
my best friends would understand me better.
my stubbornness wouldn't come off so badly.
i could find a good pleated hogwarts skirt.
i could explain things to people without being rude.
people could explain things to me without being rude.
but all these wishes, i know,
can't come true unless i try to make them to.
someday.
i was a natural redhead.
i could read a book in a day like i used to.
my best friend could live within 10 minutes of me.
i could make music that really moves people.
i could write something that inspires people.
my cats wouldn't fight so much.
my teeth were perfect.
i would never gain slower metabolism.
my mom would live forever.
my grandma would have never died.
i could remember more of my grandfathers.
my sister wasn't the way she is.
i wouldn't snap out on my best friends when they don't deserve it.
my best friends would understand me better.
my stubbornness wouldn't come off so badly.
i could find a good pleated hogwarts skirt.
i could explain things to people without being rude.
people could explain things to me without being rude.
but all these wishes, i know,
can't come true unless i try to make them to.
someday.
03 November 2009
anything's possible.
Lately, I've been arguing with almost all of my friends. Naturally, this makes me feel really shitty. But what I'm feeling that I wasn't expecting is stubbornness. I know I'm stubborn and I have been for as long as I can remember. But I just don't understand why all of a sudden I seem to be changing and everyone's staying in place. It kind of scares me sometimes because it seems like I'll lose all my friends, especially the long distance ones. But how can I when I'm being so practical? I'm not a horrible person, am I?
Day 3, NaNoWriMo: 6,767.
Day 3, NaNoWriMo: 6,767.
27 October 2009
"freaking out" vs "personality"
Okay, seriously: since when has having a colorful personality become constituted as "freaking out"? You can't be "chill" about everything. We humans tend to form opinions about our surroundings and the relationships we have with people, and the people themselves. I guess if that's considered freaking out, so be it. I've gratefully learned to grab hold of my emotions, soak them in, and then release them. Letting your feelings run wild is the best path to release, and that includes speaking your mind at any given time. I've come so far, climbed up to the very top rung of this ladder, and now I'm being told I'm freaking out just for sharing my opinion. Can you gather what people are feeling just by what they say? No, because humans often speak on a whim. It's one of our many downsides. What really matters is the way they say it, and I wish more people could see it this way. Maybe they do and I'm living in fear. Maybe I've been prejudiced and blinded this entire time.
I'm beginning to think that sometimes when we believe people are becoming brainwashed, we're in the process of, and just as vulnerable to, being brainwashed by our own selves. I can't let myself get too wrapped up in the idea of someone else being brainwashed, or else the idea of their brains fogging over will become the only thought in my mind, washing out all other ideas that otherwise would have naturally occurred to me. I'm not exactly sure if the way I phrase it is very articulate, but it makes sense in my brain. That's another thing I'm trying to work on, saying just what I mean. And to stop stuttering, gosh. I wonder if there's anyone who just never stutters.
But really. I think it's the epitome of immaturity when you simply disregard someone's opinions and strong attitude toward something and just refer to it as "freaking out." Is this implying that the accuser never freaks out? Because in my situation, that's definitely not true. If you apparently understand that someone's freaking out who you're trying to deal something out with, aren't you going to try to reason with them and not let them get carried away? Unless you want them to go away, in which case you should just tell the goddamn truth.
I'm also starting to believe some people are born without a heart.
I'm beginning to think that sometimes when we believe people are becoming brainwashed, we're in the process of, and just as vulnerable to, being brainwashed by our own selves. I can't let myself get too wrapped up in the idea of someone else being brainwashed, or else the idea of their brains fogging over will become the only thought in my mind, washing out all other ideas that otherwise would have naturally occurred to me. I'm not exactly sure if the way I phrase it is very articulate, but it makes sense in my brain. That's another thing I'm trying to work on, saying just what I mean. And to stop stuttering, gosh. I wonder if there's anyone who just never stutters.
But really. I think it's the epitome of immaturity when you simply disregard someone's opinions and strong attitude toward something and just refer to it as "freaking out." Is this implying that the accuser never freaks out? Because in my situation, that's definitely not true. If you apparently understand that someone's freaking out who you're trying to deal something out with, aren't you going to try to reason with them and not let them get carried away? Unless you want them to go away, in which case you should just tell the goddamn truth.
I'm also starting to believe some people are born without a heart.
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