Saturday, February 28, 2009

Jello update

I have a really, really, really bad headache and I was going to write a post thing about that, then I realized I haven't told you the update of my Jell-o project.
Basically I decided to put a whale (I think it was a whale, but it might have been a shark) into the Jell-O. It was orange Jell-O that smelled EXACTLY like vomit. It was pretty nasty. But I got 30 extra credit points on it so it was all good. Then I had to stick the Jell-O creation in my locker until school was over, and then I had to walk home with it. It was quite an ordeal.
Ugh, I still haven't watched Batman for a while. I should...
OK, so something spectacular happened today when we were out driving (the 'rents and I). It was snowing and the ground was covered in ice, right? So, we were switching lanes (I was in the backseat listening to Belle & Sebastian and writing in my notebook) and suddenly the car lurched, as if it were a roller-coaster making its first plummet down the really steep track. I looked up in alarm, and instead of the street being outside the windshield, it was the little cement wall that keeps cars from going off the road. So, obviously, we were not going straight anymore. Well, the car was still going down the road, except the car was not facing the road, it was speeding down it sideways. I looked out my window, except it was so steamed up I couldn't see anything. So I grabbed the door handle with one hand and scratched frantically at the ceiling with the other, looking for something to grab onto. Then in the clear window to the far left of me (I was sitting in the back seat on the right-hand side) was the cement thing, so we were spinning in a circle (I know I'm doing a crappy job at describing this, but stay with me). Immediately my mind jumped to the movie Cloverfeild, where they were in a helicopter and it was spinning to the ground after the giant monster threw something big at them. I thought I was in a helicopter and had to remind myself I wasn't. I don't know why I thought of this, because I've never actually  been in a helicopter. But I did. So I prepared for impact, thinking holy shit! holy shit! the whole time.
Then the car skidded to a stop facing the same direction we were originally driving parked perfectly straight on the shoulder of the road, my calm music still flowing into my ears as if nothing ever happened.
And that is the most exciting thing that has happened in my life.
I have had a very boring life.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009


I would just like to say that Coraline is the GREATEST MOVIE EVER!!!! Ok, that's a lie, but it's still REALLY GOOD! If you love Nightmare Before Christmas then there is probably no way you won't like this movie! Don't worry, I won't spoil anything here, but SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T!!! Especially in 3D if you have the option, because that is ten times better (mind you I haven't seen it in regular-D, but I would assume this). The 3D colors aren't all weird either, like in Spy Kids 3. They're actually normal. But everything pops out into your face. It's super neat.
It's a pretty messed up movie though. Like, it's not messed up like Sweeny Todd (also amazing!) but it's not a kids movie, at all. I was freaked out at some parts. I wasn't scared, like I've got to sleep with the lights on, no. I was just freaked out, because the movie is really freaky! Just watch to find out how.
The basic plot line, if you don't know so far, is that this 11-year-old girl named Coraline moves into this new apartment (the apartment is amazing because it's basically just a really big pink mansion that got divided into (four I think) different apartments). Her parents write about gardens and they're really boring. So is her life, basically. I would hate to live there. Then she finds this locked door and goes through it (still not ruining anything) where she meets her "Other Parents" who aren't boring and actually pretty cool. But creepy. And I'll stop here...
Actually, this girl is pretty freaking brave. She just wanders into this "Other World" like la-de-dah. I would have been crapping my pants (I'm trying not to say cuss words worse than crap because I don't want to get kicked out).
Tim Burton. Amazing!!! I would just like to say that he is making a new movie that is coming out in 2010 called... wait for it... ALICE IN WONDERLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! SO EXCITED!!!!!!
I discovered this in journalism when I should have been writing journalist stuff but instead looked up movies. And then I discovered Alice in Wonderland!!!!! And guess who is playing the Mad Hatter! Give up? JOHNNY DEPP!!!!! AHHH!!!!! And Helena Carter (I think she has another last name, like has two last names or something, but I'm too lazy to look it up. It's just that chick married to Tim Burton and who is Mrs. Lovett in Sweeny Todd and... OH! I just realized a lowercase 'd' is like a 'p' up-side down! And that Helena chick is Belatrix in Harry Potter) is playing the Red Queen. I think that's the evil queen... I haven't read the book in a while. And Anne Hathaway is the White Queen. I really don't remember that character at all. BUT I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (as I've said repeatedly).
You know what? I think Tim Burton is THE best director every! Well, him and Christaphor (that's spelled wrong) Nolan (Batman! In case ya didn't know). Of corse, those are the only two directors I know. But I love the claymation style he does. Is he the only person who still does those? I think so. But I love the Corpse Bride (I really wanna learn the main piano song for that) and Nightmare Before Christmas. NBC (ha ha ha I didn't realize those were the initals) is my favorite though. I have the soundtrack and I love Jack Skeleington (ok ok I can't spell) and Sally. But her voice is too high-pitched so I can't sing along in the shower or whatever.
I'm going to go now. I have to practice piano and then babysit, then come home and either watch Chicago or Batman. I've been craving me some Batman.

Monday, February 23, 2009


I'm not sure if my fourth biggest fear is rational or not. I'm not sure if my second biggest fear of zombies is rational either, since zombies are obviously not real (I hope). But my fourth biggest fear is growing up being normal. Is it just me or do adults seem to do the same boring things every day? Like, I would LOVE it if Neverland were real. I would go there and stay forever. It's just, I look at the adults around me and they seem so miserable. Why would I want to grow up if all adults are bored all the time with their totally normal average lives? I don't want to live like that. I want to go rebel against the current system and live on edge. I want to travel the world in style, meet interesting people, see great places. I want to live in New York City where anything could possibly happen at any given moment. I want to be really old with my super sexy young husband and look back at life knowing I fulfilled all my lifetime goals.
I really don't understand the adults who hate their job, hate their neighborhood, hate their spouse yet go along with it. Why would they do that? Why don't you do what you want to? Ugh, it frustrates me. Perhaps they're thinking that they might get screwed over in the end, but if your already miserable then what risk are you even taking? You only get one life!
I just had to let this out there. I don't think this is a very good post but I am terrified of this happening to me. Maybe I have to look back at this post when I'm 18 or 19 and remind myself that there's more to life than being normal. What fun is being normal? I don't necessarily think being called weird is an insult, personally. Weird people are just people who don't go along with everything else. I don't think there's anything wrong with life like that. 

Friday, February 20, 2009

Toilet Monster

Every little kid has their fears. Some might be scared of their closet, some might be scared of the monster under their bed, and some might be afraid of the creepy next-door neighbor. Well, for me, it was the Toilet Monster.
It started when I was probably about four. I was in the dining room and my sister, Mylla, was in the bathroom (the bathroom comes off of the dining room). She called me over and, being little and stupid, I waddled over to her (have you ever noticed how little kids seem to waddle instead of walk? And I'm not calling all little kids stupid, just me.). I entered the bathroom and the lights were off. She flushed the toilet and ran out of the room and slammed the door.
"Now the toilet monster's gonna come get you!" She called through the door. So, naturally, I began freaking out thinking a giant brown monster was going to ooze out of the potty and drag me down the swirly spiral to toilet hell. For whatever reason I didn't turn the light on. It might be because I couldn't reach or I was hysterical. But the darkness didn't help my panic attack. Eventually Mylla opened the door, although at this point I was already scared for life.
So after that I couldn't trust toilets. Even sitting down on them I thought a monster would grab onto my butt or something. How embarrassing would that be? How the hell would I explain THAT one to my mom? So I still have trouble going to the bathroom when no one else is home, and I refuse to use toilets with loud flushers, like our neighborhood store bathrooms. It's like GIANT MONSTER TOILETS!
Ha ha like Captain Underpants and the Attack of the Talking Toilets. GREAT book I highly recommend it.
I guess whoever is reading this really doesn't need to know about my great bathroom fears. Too much information?
To my dear Mylla, I don't think what you did was that cruel (well I did at the time, now it makes a great story), so don't feel bad.
On a different note if anyone has seen the first episode of The Office where Jim puts Dwight's phone and stapler in Jello, well, I have to do that for 40 extra credit points in Biology. Not a phone and stapler, just any object that usually isn't in Jello. My teacher is really weird. I will post the outcomes of this little experiment as soon as it is finished. I still have to decide what to put in it. I was thinking tape because it's cheap. Maybe I'll put my fake cell-phone that's actually a calculator in there (it came in a spy kit. Before I was a super hero I was a spy) but it's fun because I can be like "look I have a phone. Just joking, it's a calculator!" Although I think it would make more sense to have a fake calculator that's actually a phone because I don't think you  have to disguise a calculator. If you are really a spy in war or something and the enemy sees you with a calculator they probably won't shoot you. What damage could you do with a calculator? But if they see you with a phone they probably will shoot you. Besides I would prefer a phone over a calculator any day.
But when I got this spy kit in 3rd grade I thought it was the coolest thing in the universe.
Maybe I'll put a marker in the Jello. But that's not very exciting. I can steal my mom's cellphone and put it in there, but then when I return it it'll smell like strawberries. I could put a shoe in it but I have big feet.
I was discussing this with my friend Blondie and we were thinking of a dead hamster, but that would be pretty gross. Plus neither of us has a hamster and if we did we wouldn't want to kill it. She suggested a frog (alive) and stick a straw down there so it could breath, but then we remembered that we have to chill the Jello so it would get really cold and probably die in there. Hmmm....
Blondie really isn't a blonde.
We really wouldn't do that with the frog or dead hamster. That would be evil. That was just the discussion that got us through Biology.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tribute to ninjas... and kweenclaude

First I would like to say hoorah to Kweenclaude for being the first real person to like my blog. It makes me feel special. I would also like to say that we are practically twins. Batman twins, that is! But now I sound like a stalker, so I'm going to stop.
Ninjas. What makes them so awesome? Perhaps it's the fact that they wear sweet outfits. Perhaps it's the fact that their Asian (I don't mean to sound racist, but Asian guys are really cute!). Or, most likely, it's the fact that Batman was trained by ninjas (oh no, feeding my obsessions again!). Whatever it is, Ninjas are the coolest things in the universe... No that's a lie. But they are pretty neat.
Something gross about ninjas, though, just an interesting fact I found somewhere at some time, is that when they are little kids the head ninja (the ninja king?) pops their arms and legs out of their sockets. They do this repeatedly until there is no longer pain. Then, when the child ninja grows up to become an actual ninja, they can pop their body parts kind of off and fold into tight places.
How nasty is that?
But I think it's worth it. I would still be a ninja despite this fact.
Oh, and the famous question of who would win a ninja or a pirate, the answer is so obvious. A ninja! How could a pirate win a fight when all they have is bad breath, poor hygene, and a gun? A ninja's got the moves, got the look, and got the skill. They can outrun a bullet. And if they get shot they can just take off a limb because it wouldn't hurt them. So in my mind there is no question, just an answer.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Public Speaking

To be perfectly honest, public speaking is one of my greatest fears, third only to snakes and zombies. Just knowing that everyone's staring at you, that they follow every move you make is enough pressure to drive a woman crazy. Lets say you have a giant zit on your forehead or a glob of snot is slowly crawling down your face and everyone is just transfixed. And then you trip on your way up or say something really stupid and everyone heard so there's no way to take it back.
The reason I am bringing this topic up is because just today I was summoned to the front of my classroom to present my cereal box (I had to do a project on a cereal box. It was on Benjamin Franklin). I had my report on the back and the picture on the front. I had to summarize the report to the class. I tried not to look at them, but it didn't help that my face was so hot I could fry an egg on my forehead.
"Um," I began. "Well, basically Benjamin Franklin signed the Declaration of Independence and he was the oldest person in the Constitutional Convention (don't hold me to these facts) at the age of 81." I turned to my teacher. "I'm sorry, that's it. My report was really bad."
"Ok," droaned Mr. Leprosy, "just read us some of the words you used to describe Benjamin Franklin."
"Um..." I flipped my box over to where the picture of Benjamin Franklin stood, smiling at me. I glared back, cursing him for causing me so much humiliation.  "Well, he was creative, because he invented a lot of stuff. And he was brave because he... um... flew a kite with a key in a thunderstorm. Which is brave because he might have died..." The class chuckled and I looked desperately at Black for encouragement. She gave me the thumbs up. "And he's creative, because he invented a bunch of stuff. And he's keen." I have no idea what the word keen means.
"Ok," Mr. Leprosy declared. I ran back to my seat and tried to hide my face from the view of everyone.
I guess I told you that story A) because I'm bored and B) because it shows you just how humiliating speaking in public can be. My hands are shaking just at the memory of that horrific event. Ugh, please no more public speaking. If you have any tips on how to not make an ass of myself in front of my class I would really appreciate it.

American Teenager

Yes, I know that's the title of a movie or television show or something, but it seemed most appropriate.
I am so sick and tired of people assuming that just because someone isn't yet a legal adult that they should be talked down to or treated less than a person over the age of 18. Just because someone hasn't yet gone to college doesn't mean they can't be trusted like a normal adult. It's amazing how quickly someone will assume that you aren't mature enough because you are, for instance, fourteen. Who cares if I'm fourteen? Just because of my age doesn't mean I'm completely incapable of acting like an adult!
And what is acting like an adult exactly? I know several adults who act like their five, and I know teenagers who act like they're thirty! Like my friend Black, for instance. She's my age yet she's one of the most mature people I know. And then there are people who have PhD's yet still lie and throw hissy-fits even though they're fifty.
I'm not saying that all teenagers are mature and should be trusted. Some of us act like we should be in kindergarden. But not all of us.
So excuse me for being a teenager. But please don't treat me any different. I don't care if you don't trust me, but don't do it because of my age. Do it because I broke your trust. And don't assume that just because someone's older they know what's right. And don't assume that I have no idea what's best for myself. I know better than anyone. And if you think all teenagers are liars and cheaters then maybe you should take some time and really talk to them, because there's more under the surface.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Hot Chocolate

After signing off my last blog I realized my feet had grown so cold I was beginning to feel sick (like I was going to puke, but I can't spell naucous). So I hurried downstairs, slipped on some socks, and dashed back up. I flipped on the oven and began to boil some water. Then I went to the pantry and got a yellow mug. Then, at last, my heart beating with anticipation, I opened the other pantry expecting to see a box of Swiss Miss hot chocolate. Instead there was nothing but foul tea and some flour. I pulled everything out and looked frantically for my Swiss Miss  hot chocolate but found nada.
And so there are only two things that might have happened to cause the dissappearance of my Swiss Miss hot chocolate. Either
  1. I drank it all and, being really stupid, forgot to ask my mom to buy more or
  2. My stupid brother drank it all.
So, to be perfectly honest, my good mood of having a full extra day of this weekend to do nothing and not even change out of my pajamas has been ruined because I can not have my Swiss Miss hot chocolate.

The Batman

I can honestly say I'm completely obsessed with Batman. Everything about him makes me smile. Perhaps it's the fast-pace, the demented villians, or the fact that Christian Bale is the most attractive human being in the universe. And it's not just the Dark Knight (new movie). The comics, the cartoon, even the ones directed by Tim Burton. Everywhere Batman turns he brings happyness and joy.
I really think I need help to settle my Batman craze. There was a point in my life (which lasted most of my life) in which I was OBSESSED with Harry Potter, perhaps even more than Batman. It pretty much took over my head. So I should break this  habit before it takes over as well.
I think the best thing about The Dark Knight is The Joker. RIP Heath Ledger. He's so psycho, which makes him amazing, especially in his pimpin' purple suit. And I like how mysterious he is. You never know his name or where he came from. The only fact you really know is that his father was a huge dick. I think, personally, that his dad was a jerk and turned him into the monster he is today.
Ok, I refuse to discuss The Dark Knight any more. It has left my head completely. Instead I'm going to go make some hot chocolate and bug people on Facebook.

First Post

Whoop whoop! This is my first ever post on my new blog called "The Life and Times of a Teenage Superhero". Yes, I am a super hero. My name is Quinn but I refuse to tell you what that stands for. If you read my "About Me" information you will know that I'm fourteen and a freshmen in highschool.
I can honestly say it's really weird to be in highschool. I feel so old, you know? I remember being a little person and looking at all the old  highschoolers and saying "Damn." And yes, I probably did cuss too.
I'm not sure if highschool is one word or two. But now it's one.
I'm not really sure what to say, which is probably a bad sign that I have nothing to talk about on  my very first blog. Well, I have a new doggy named Harvey and he's a Minicher Pincher (is that spelled right?). He's such a sweety.
I also have two cats and one of them is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY, fat. The other one will probably end up getting eaten by the fat one.
I really like writing. I usually write Batman fanfictions at which is an awesome website. Click HERE for a link... I think.
Well, the fanfiction I did is pretty crappy but I was going to do more. But I got lazy. and so I didn't. I'm sorry if I dissappointed you.
Ok, I feel like I sound like a huge bitch. I'm not trying to, I'm just nervous because this is my first blog. Not that I have anything to be nervous about, right? I just hope people actually get interested in what I say. Maybe that should start with actually talking about SOMEthing, because right now I'm just rambling.
Well, my favorite band right now is Dresden Dolls. I'm really sensitive about music for some reason, and I hate crappy music, like the stuff they play a school dances. That's the main reason why I stopped going. It really annoys me when people bash my music also, which doesn't usually happen because I don't usually talk openly about the music I like. Plus I don't usually remember the names of the bands I like. I swear I think I got dropped on my head as a baby and it hit the memory part of my brain because my memory SUCKS.
I'm going to also make a podcast. I think that'll be really fun with me talking about stuff. I just need ideas for them, and I need ideas for topics to write in my blog about, so if you have any let me know (I'm not sure how you'll do that though... good luck).
Let me get one thing straight. Bruce Almighty isn't a highly religious movie. It's just some weird guy who gets God's powers. I love that movie, yet I am in no way religious. Well... I'm not sure yet. Is being Agnostic a religion?
I think it's ok that I'm not talking about much in my first blog. This is just an introduction to me, not that I'm all that interesting.
Here is a list of everything I want to do before I die:
  • Live in New York City
  • Publish a novel
  • Travel the world
  • Learn Japanese
  • Meet Christian Bale, Steve Carell ( I LOVE THE OFFICE), or Jim Carrey
  • Discover the meaning of life
  • Learn how to sing well (not likely)
  • Be on Ellen DeGenerus
  • Marry a chef (I hate cooking)
  • Prove Hogwarts is real
I will accomplish hopefully at least 9/10 of those things. Just watch in amazement. I've already written a novel for NaNoWriMo but it sucked.
Oh, my feet are so cold. I need to get heated floors. That would be so neat.
Until next time.