Post by Risu on Nov 21, 2008 17:59:31 GMT -5
Hello. My name is... Jen. I'm also known as Afevis, Risu, or "that squirrel girl" (Just kidding about the last one... Sort of.) I'll tell you what, when I was eight years old I totally believed that I was going to be a writer. In about middle school, I dedicated my life to role-playing, writing really crappy poetry and short story excerpts/plot, and reading pretty much everything and anything that gave advice on how to write well.
Sometime around the 9th grade I figured out that I really couldn't be a writer as a career path. However, I still like writing on the side, and even now role-playing remains one of my favorite activities with friends (Even if they're never really interested anymore. Oh well. I'll go cry myself to sleep some other time. And find some random online suckers to do it with me. Nyahaha. Wow. This typing is going really slow. :/).
Anyway. So like, more often than not you'll see me sketching as opposed to writing something. However! However. Writing is fun. I enjoy it. There will be random times where I have to grab the nearest paper possible in order to wordvomit on the page. (Wordvomit is a technical term. Believe me. But... Don't look it up. The dictionaries don't know about it yet. Shhh.)
I love giving constructive criticism, advice, word prompts, ect. You know why? Because it makes me feel like I have a purpose in my life, and it's amazing. It's like, "I feel so proud of someone else. It's like I did a part of the work, only I'm just bumming off whatever amazing thing they did without doing anything myself." Not that constructive criticism isn't work. It's not easy trying to give advice while still trying to preserve someone else's style and self-image. And of course I like some styles better than others.
For example, I don't prefer frilly speech. I used to do it in middle school, and the association is just bad. I feel like the writer is being condescending when they do that, like they're trying to impress the reader or something. Well, wait, I'm speaking too soon. I hate improperly placed frilly speech. Like "She smoothed her straight, long ebony locks with her pale, delicate hands in order to see with her deep azure orbs." No. That sounds so bad. Why? Because when you're describing actions, don't make the reader forget what's going on just because you want to pop in a description. But maybe I'm being just a little harsh. I mean, some writers can pull it off. But... You know what I'm saying, right? Well, if you don't... Then sorry. I'll try to explain it better next time.
I probably shouldn't be writing this when I'm so tired. Agh! I'm always so tired. I'm a senior, and I get no sleep. And I know once I get to college it will get even worse. It's because I'm nocturnal. I swear. I am. But I'm not a vampire, unlike people seem to think. I'm a pescatarian, meaning I'm a vegetarian that eats sea food. I mean, I also eat eggs, cheese, milk (Drink, not eat... eating milk is just gross. Have you ever tried freezing milk? Ow. it cracks your poor teeth, man.)... You get the point, I hope.
I ate alligator once, though. And I ate a small part of a pig's ear last Friday. I really enjoy eating new and weird things. Like durian. NEVER try durian if you're on a road trip. You'll want to kill yourself if you do. I'll tell you why, too. IT SMELLS LIKE ROTTING FLESH (But it's a fruit. I'm telling you.). And I'm not even kidding. It tastes amazing, but the smell is AWFUL. You can get it at H-Mart. It's about the size of a softball (Don't kick it. It hurts the durian, and it hurts you, and it hurts whoever it lands on. Not that I know from experience), and it's really spiky and shaped like a set of lungs. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU, MMKAY? Don't you go to me and say, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RUINED MY LIFE BY TELLING ME OF IT's EXISTENCE!" Because you know what? I'm doing you a favor. I'm making you aware of the fact that durian exists, that people give it to other people at parties and say, "Try this sometime when I'm not around. It tastes great." So: MAKE GOOD CHOICES. DUMP THE DURIAN ONTO SOMEONE ELSE. Find your jerky ex and put an open durian in his locker. Or maybe don't. I'm not being a good example, am I? Anyway. So yeah.
What style of writing do I like? I totally love raw, stream-of-consciousness stuff. I love warts, I love blemishes, I love ugly, I love inperfection, and I love optimism. I love reality, not idealism. I mean, it's not that I dislike pretty. It's just that I don't prefer it if that's all there is. If some chic in a book is gorgeous, smart, funny, awesome, ect, ect, that's totally fine. But... She sneezes. She burps. She poops. She forgets things. She says the wrong thing. She faulters in running to someone's side because they smell really bad. I hate it when books don't acknowledge things like that. It's like, "This is what so and so did. What have you done lately?" Like we can't be happy with reality because we have to be so obsessed with perfection.
AND MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE OF ALL: Romantically portrayed suicide. When a person dies, their body relaxes. So like, when that happens, they do unpleasant things like relieving themslves all over themselves, the carpet, ect. It's not pretty, it's not something that people should want to do. It's basically saying, "I'm too lazy to fight through the hard times any live on." Suicide is sad, yes. It's terrible. But Romeo and Juliet were being stupid, when all's said and done. They not only killed themselves, but they ruined the lives of all those around them who had a will to live. They ruined their potential. But anyway. I DIGRESS 24/7.
Only one more thing I have to say: Don't hurt yourself, don't kill yourself. I don't support that. I don't support drug usage. I don't support hurting/killing other people. I don't support stalking. And most of all, I hate it when people ramble. (Oh, come on. It's getting way too serious in here. I'm just trying to joke around. See? Irony? Because I'm rambling? Haha? Get it?... Ahaha... Come on, laugh with me. Don't make me cry all over you.)
Anyway. So... I hate it when people try to make lame jokes.
(Ahahahaha... Irony again. I'm so funny. <3 ) I'm totally the most serious person you'll ever meet. Grr. Serious. Grr. Narrrggghhh.
Ummm... I don't remember all that I've said, and I'm too lazy to read it all over again. Nyeh.
I'd like to think I'm open-minded, but I'm really not. I don't want to dive out of a plane without a parachute. I don't want to eat a live frog and stab my eyes with brooches after having slept with my mom and killed my dad. Um... But I try not to berate you for what you believe. If you're religious, then that's okay with me. If you're a transgender or bisexual or straight or homosexual or asexual or whatever, I'm okay with that, too. If you're totally obsessed with sports or anime or hunting or writing or chatespeak, that's totally fine, too.
Um... I don't like people joking about killing other people because I've known people who have been institutionalized for being homicidal, and it kind of worries me when you talk like that. I mean, it's okay if it's a brief joke, but then say you're kidding and that you would never do that. Or something. Whatever. I don't prefer negativity in large amounts. I prefer joking that I love someone as opposed to joking that I hate them.
I try not to do either that much, though. Too often people have gotten the wrong idea and thought I was attracted to them or that I was angry at them secretly. This is not true. I care a lot for my friends, but I've never really felt interested in dating someone. This is probably because I'm overweight, I don't get enough sleep/get too much sleep, I don't eat healthy/exercise as much as I should, and I take pills for depression. I've been trying for years to get out of this lifestyle, and I have optimism that I will one day, but until then I'm relatively detached from the motivation of sexual desire, and am therefore... Well, Asexual.
Though, if you split me in half, I'm not going to multiply. I'm simply going to die. And I'm not a hermaphrodite, either. At least, I don't think I am. I may be. (Sometimes people go their whole lives without realizing they're a hermaphrodite. It's true.) But I seriously doubt it. So no, I'm not asexual in that I can make babies all by myself. I'm just not interested in dating or anything like that.
On the same note, I really don't feel enough motivation to hate someone. I mean, I can seriously despise them, and I'll let them know it, but that rarely happens. I tend to try to find a trait I like about them, and give them the benefit of the doubt. Why? Because if I dislike you, then it hurts me more than it hurts you. Being angry is the most unpleasant thing. But I'll be angry at you if you hate me.
I never like someone hating me. I stick up for myself, because I like myself. Not that I don't acknowledge my imperfection. I'm not going to hate someone if they tell me something I need to hear. Because the people who care about you will tell you if something about you bothers them. That means that they don't want to lose you, but at the same time you're hurting them. Like if you're burning your finger. Your finger doesn't shout to your brain just because it wants your brain to shut down. It wants to make sure it doesn't get damaged, and that you can continue to have it be a part of your body. Your finger wants to help you.
People don't fully appreciate their nerves unless they don't have them. Then they know how easy it is to damage yourself without you even knowing.
IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, I totally love writing pretty much anything that's on my mind. I like to be honest, and I try to represent my feelings with the best word choice possible. I don't always properly convey what I'm trying to say, and people sometimes get the wrong idea. I try to avoid this as much as possible. I want what I say to be clear to you. So if I'm critiquing your work and you don't get what I'm saying or something, just... Try rewording what you think I said, and ask if that's what I meant. That is, if you can even get an idea of what I said.
If you can't, you can just say something like, "Risu, I have no idea what you're saying. I think you're crazy and I'm going to go play solitaire." Which is probably what you're doing right now. If you're bored enough to be reading everything I'm saying here, you're bored enough to play solitaire. I'd choose playing solitaire over reading what I've written any old day.
I love silly voices. They're so awesome.
Um... And I love my friends. They actually want to be seen with me in public. <3 Despite how embarrassing I can be to them. And believe me. What I'm saying here is just a slice of the pie. I'm an entire circle. I swear. You're only getting like... 1/1000th of the pie. My friends deal with me for longer than that. That's probably why I know homicidal people.
Okay.
That was a horrible joke.
Um... I think I might have a dark sense of humor. I'm not sure if it's funny or if people are laughing nervously. But I'm not seriously malicious. I joke about things in order to make light of them, not because they're actually funny. You know what I mean, I think. When you're at a scary movie and you don't want to feel scared ( I hate the feeling of being seriously scared) you crack jokes about it. Why? To keep your sanity, to relieve stress. It works with tragedies, too. But then, sometimes tragedies can be really cheesy and over dramatic, and then it's just funny it's own right.
Speaking of cheesy... There is pizza in the house, and it smells good in my nose (which is attached to my tongue, and my tongue tastes the scent of the pizza. My tongue tells my stomach what has occurred, and then my stomach is like, "Well, whoa. Why aren't the muscles in my legs doing something about it?" And my legs are like, "Well, we totally want to, man, but talk to the hands about it, because they're totally typing this message while the mouth could me flexing its muscles in the act of munching on something." So my stomach is like, "Totally uncool, man. We should like, make them stop typing." So the hands are like, "Just let me finish this message, man. That brain is totally full of babble, and it won't give me a moment's peace." So the brain's like, "Okay. Fine. I'm done writing in this post. You're all party poopers.")
Sometime around the 9th grade I figured out that I really couldn't be a writer as a career path. However, I still like writing on the side, and even now role-playing remains one of my favorite activities with friends (Even if they're never really interested anymore. Oh well. I'll go cry myself to sleep some other time. And find some random online suckers to do it with me. Nyahaha. Wow. This typing is going really slow. :/).
Anyway. So like, more often than not you'll see me sketching as opposed to writing something. However! However. Writing is fun. I enjoy it. There will be random times where I have to grab the nearest paper possible in order to wordvomit on the page. (Wordvomit is a technical term. Believe me. But... Don't look it up. The dictionaries don't know about it yet. Shhh.)
I love giving constructive criticism, advice, word prompts, ect. You know why? Because it makes me feel like I have a purpose in my life, and it's amazing. It's like, "I feel so proud of someone else. It's like I did a part of the work, only I'm just bumming off whatever amazing thing they did without doing anything myself." Not that constructive criticism isn't work. It's not easy trying to give advice while still trying to preserve someone else's style and self-image. And of course I like some styles better than others.
For example, I don't prefer frilly speech. I used to do it in middle school, and the association is just bad. I feel like the writer is being condescending when they do that, like they're trying to impress the reader or something. Well, wait, I'm speaking too soon. I hate improperly placed frilly speech. Like "She smoothed her straight, long ebony locks with her pale, delicate hands in order to see with her deep azure orbs." No. That sounds so bad. Why? Because when you're describing actions, don't make the reader forget what's going on just because you want to pop in a description. But maybe I'm being just a little harsh. I mean, some writers can pull it off. But... You know what I'm saying, right? Well, if you don't... Then sorry. I'll try to explain it better next time.
I probably shouldn't be writing this when I'm so tired. Agh! I'm always so tired. I'm a senior, and I get no sleep. And I know once I get to college it will get even worse. It's because I'm nocturnal. I swear. I am. But I'm not a vampire, unlike people seem to think. I'm a pescatarian, meaning I'm a vegetarian that eats sea food. I mean, I also eat eggs, cheese, milk (Drink, not eat... eating milk is just gross. Have you ever tried freezing milk? Ow. it cracks your poor teeth, man.)... You get the point, I hope.
I ate alligator once, though. And I ate a small part of a pig's ear last Friday. I really enjoy eating new and weird things. Like durian. NEVER try durian if you're on a road trip. You'll want to kill yourself if you do. I'll tell you why, too. IT SMELLS LIKE ROTTING FLESH (But it's a fruit. I'm telling you.). And I'm not even kidding. It tastes amazing, but the smell is AWFUL. You can get it at H-Mart. It's about the size of a softball (Don't kick it. It hurts the durian, and it hurts you, and it hurts whoever it lands on. Not that I know from experience), and it's really spiky and shaped like a set of lungs. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU, MMKAY? Don't you go to me and say, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RUINED MY LIFE BY TELLING ME OF IT's EXISTENCE!" Because you know what? I'm doing you a favor. I'm making you aware of the fact that durian exists, that people give it to other people at parties and say, "Try this sometime when I'm not around. It tastes great." So: MAKE GOOD CHOICES. DUMP THE DURIAN ONTO SOMEONE ELSE. Find your jerky ex and put an open durian in his locker. Or maybe don't. I'm not being a good example, am I? Anyway. So yeah.
What style of writing do I like? I totally love raw, stream-of-consciousness stuff. I love warts, I love blemishes, I love ugly, I love inperfection, and I love optimism. I love reality, not idealism. I mean, it's not that I dislike pretty. It's just that I don't prefer it if that's all there is. If some chic in a book is gorgeous, smart, funny, awesome, ect, ect, that's totally fine. But... She sneezes. She burps. She poops. She forgets things. She says the wrong thing. She faulters in running to someone's side because they smell really bad. I hate it when books don't acknowledge things like that. It's like, "This is what so and so did. What have you done lately?" Like we can't be happy with reality because we have to be so obsessed with perfection.
AND MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE OF ALL: Romantically portrayed suicide. When a person dies, their body relaxes. So like, when that happens, they do unpleasant things like relieving themslves all over themselves, the carpet, ect. It's not pretty, it's not something that people should want to do. It's basically saying, "I'm too lazy to fight through the hard times any live on." Suicide is sad, yes. It's terrible. But Romeo and Juliet were being stupid, when all's said and done. They not only killed themselves, but they ruined the lives of all those around them who had a will to live. They ruined their potential. But anyway. I DIGRESS 24/7.
Only one more thing I have to say: Don't hurt yourself, don't kill yourself. I don't support that. I don't support drug usage. I don't support hurting/killing other people. I don't support stalking. And most of all, I hate it when people ramble. (Oh, come on. It's getting way too serious in here. I'm just trying to joke around. See? Irony? Because I'm rambling? Haha? Get it?... Ahaha... Come on, laugh with me. Don't make me cry all over you.)
Anyway. So... I hate it when people try to make lame jokes.
(Ahahahaha... Irony again. I'm so funny. <3 ) I'm totally the most serious person you'll ever meet. Grr. Serious. Grr. Narrrggghhh.
Ummm... I don't remember all that I've said, and I'm too lazy to read it all over again. Nyeh.
I'd like to think I'm open-minded, but I'm really not. I don't want to dive out of a plane without a parachute. I don't want to eat a live frog and stab my eyes with brooches after having slept with my mom and killed my dad. Um... But I try not to berate you for what you believe. If you're religious, then that's okay with me. If you're a transgender or bisexual or straight or homosexual or asexual or whatever, I'm okay with that, too. If you're totally obsessed with sports or anime or hunting or writing or chatespeak, that's totally fine, too.
Um... I don't like people joking about killing other people because I've known people who have been institutionalized for being homicidal, and it kind of worries me when you talk like that. I mean, it's okay if it's a brief joke, but then say you're kidding and that you would never do that. Or something. Whatever. I don't prefer negativity in large amounts. I prefer joking that I love someone as opposed to joking that I hate them.
I try not to do either that much, though. Too often people have gotten the wrong idea and thought I was attracted to them or that I was angry at them secretly. This is not true. I care a lot for my friends, but I've never really felt interested in dating someone. This is probably because I'm overweight, I don't get enough sleep/get too much sleep, I don't eat healthy/exercise as much as I should, and I take pills for depression. I've been trying for years to get out of this lifestyle, and I have optimism that I will one day, but until then I'm relatively detached from the motivation of sexual desire, and am therefore... Well, Asexual.
Though, if you split me in half, I'm not going to multiply. I'm simply going to die. And I'm not a hermaphrodite, either. At least, I don't think I am. I may be. (Sometimes people go their whole lives without realizing they're a hermaphrodite. It's true.) But I seriously doubt it. So no, I'm not asexual in that I can make babies all by myself. I'm just not interested in dating or anything like that.
On the same note, I really don't feel enough motivation to hate someone. I mean, I can seriously despise them, and I'll let them know it, but that rarely happens. I tend to try to find a trait I like about them, and give them the benefit of the doubt. Why? Because if I dislike you, then it hurts me more than it hurts you. Being angry is the most unpleasant thing. But I'll be angry at you if you hate me.
I never like someone hating me. I stick up for myself, because I like myself. Not that I don't acknowledge my imperfection. I'm not going to hate someone if they tell me something I need to hear. Because the people who care about you will tell you if something about you bothers them. That means that they don't want to lose you, but at the same time you're hurting them. Like if you're burning your finger. Your finger doesn't shout to your brain just because it wants your brain to shut down. It wants to make sure it doesn't get damaged, and that you can continue to have it be a part of your body. Your finger wants to help you.
People don't fully appreciate their nerves unless they don't have them. Then they know how easy it is to damage yourself without you even knowing.
IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, I totally love writing pretty much anything that's on my mind. I like to be honest, and I try to represent my feelings with the best word choice possible. I don't always properly convey what I'm trying to say, and people sometimes get the wrong idea. I try to avoid this as much as possible. I want what I say to be clear to you. So if I'm critiquing your work and you don't get what I'm saying or something, just... Try rewording what you think I said, and ask if that's what I meant. That is, if you can even get an idea of what I said.
If you can't, you can just say something like, "Risu, I have no idea what you're saying. I think you're crazy and I'm going to go play solitaire." Which is probably what you're doing right now. If you're bored enough to be reading everything I'm saying here, you're bored enough to play solitaire. I'd choose playing solitaire over reading what I've written any old day.
I love silly voices. They're so awesome.
Um... And I love my friends. They actually want to be seen with me in public. <3 Despite how embarrassing I can be to them. And believe me. What I'm saying here is just a slice of the pie. I'm an entire circle. I swear. You're only getting like... 1/1000th of the pie. My friends deal with me for longer than that. That's probably why I know homicidal people.
Okay.
That was a horrible joke.
Um... I think I might have a dark sense of humor. I'm not sure if it's funny or if people are laughing nervously. But I'm not seriously malicious. I joke about things in order to make light of them, not because they're actually funny. You know what I mean, I think. When you're at a scary movie and you don't want to feel scared ( I hate the feeling of being seriously scared) you crack jokes about it. Why? To keep your sanity, to relieve stress. It works with tragedies, too. But then, sometimes tragedies can be really cheesy and over dramatic, and then it's just funny it's own right.
Speaking of cheesy... There is pizza in the house, and it smells good in my nose (which is attached to my tongue, and my tongue tastes the scent of the pizza. My tongue tells my stomach what has occurred, and then my stomach is like, "Well, whoa. Why aren't the muscles in my legs doing something about it?" And my legs are like, "Well, we totally want to, man, but talk to the hands about it, because they're totally typing this message while the mouth could me flexing its muscles in the act of munching on something." So my stomach is like, "Totally uncool, man. We should like, make them stop typing." So the hands are like, "Just let me finish this message, man. That brain is totally full of babble, and it won't give me a moment's peace." So the brain's like, "Okay. Fine. I'm done writing in this post. You're all party poopers.")