Alright...

This is just- 

This has gone too far.

I KEPT GETTING THE WRONG INFORMATION FROM MEREDITH AND I JUST-

It isn't officially due until Wednesday-Friday, or somewhere around that time. 

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I CANNOT KEEP DOING THIS. 

Ffffffffffffffffffff-

Alright, so, because I've already done the three blogs on books, I'm going to post about a random topic of literature. 

Or something like that. 

After I'm done talking about that, I'm going to talk about marching band. Is that okay? I think it's okay. I'm not sure, but I'm going to do it anyway. There won't be that much talking about it, but still. After this post, I'll be finished completely anyway, so it doesn't matter. Technically, not every single one of my posts is about literature and whatnot, so not really. But if I keep posting, it'll count, right? RIGHT? 

I am going to keep posting, though. About school, reading, how that's going, you know. Just...random things. That's alright, right? Okay. It's apparently alright since nobody will answer me. Wait. Never mind. Okay. I'm just being stupid now. WELL OKA-

Soooo, what I'm going to be talking about today before I talk about Marching band is irony. 

Irony is probably my favorite figure of speech ever. 

Pic related; it's Dave. 

>Dave = irony
>Dave
>Irony
>Picture of Dave
>Blog about irony
See what I'm getting at?
Yes?
No? 
Okay.
Still no answer. 
(Pf, my stupidity again. There it goes. Again.)
Alright, but anyway, irony. Yes. 

Irony is a figure of speech, usually used when what is stated is not what is meant. The simplest form of irony is rhetorical, which is when someone says the opposite of what they mean. Yeah. Basically the same things. With irony, what you expect to happen doesn't happen. It's the opposite, as stated previously. 

Eeyup. 

If you can't tell, I like putting pictures in my blog. I find it more colorful and whatnot. 

Okay, so, the reason I wanted to talk about irony is-you guessed it- NOTHING. I have no reason for anything I usually do! I also have no logic! Okay, well, maybe sometimes. But I don't make sense most of the time.
Irony is just, well, ironic to talk about. Unless expected. But I do the unexpected. LIKE FLYING- 

I kind of want to talk about marching band now. Is that oka- I'm just going to stop asking. Okay? WAIT. Dang it. 

I do that a lot. 

Trust me. 

But yeah. Marching band. Someone recently dropped out of it, and I was asked to join. Well I did. And it's probably the best decision I've made in my life so far. I haven't actually marched yet, but I can already tell that it's going to be fun. So. Much. Taxidermy. 

SEE? SEE WHAT I DID THERE? 

Irony at its finest. 

You, the reader, expected me to say something along the lines of "fun" or "hard work". Something related to what I was talking about, yes? Yes. 

But, because I used irony, the way I just said "taxidermy" was completely unexpected. Yeah. I roll that way. 

I think I should go now. I have to practice my trumpet.

And do some more work~

See you soon~
Possibly. 

Goodnight!

DUDE

DUDE. NO TIME, NEED TO HURRY UP. 

ha. haha. HAHAHAHAHA. 

I THINK I'VE GONE INSANE. 

PICTURE RELATED. 

OKAY, LET ME DO SOME EXPLAINING. LAST NIGHT, I FELL ASLEEP. NOW IT'S 7 IN THE MORNING, AND SCHOOL STARTS SOON. OKAY. WELL. THIS IS BAD. 

I'M NOT GOING TO GET IT FINISHED UNLESS I WORK ON IT TONIGHT OR SOMETHING. NO. NO. I PROMISED. THIS CAN'T HAPPEN.

Okay, I need to calm down. I still have time. I'm going to talk about The Blackhope Enigma. It was well written, but I didn't like it very much. It was just one of those books where you're like "meh." I just didn't like it all too well.

Alright, so first of all, the book is about a fourteen year old girl named Sunni Forest, who goes to this tower called "The Blackhope Tower" with her brother, Dean. It was like, the most popular visiting place or something. Well, Dean had disappeared, seemingly into the painting itself, she must find him and risk being drawn into the heart of the Blackhope enigma. Hence the title of the book. 

Now, don't get me wrong, I liked the book, I just didn't like most of the details about it. It was well-written, yet somewhat boring to me. Maybe it was because of the time era. I don't know.  I finished it, yeah, but it was probably my second least favorite book that I've ever read in my life. You might like it, however, so if you want to, go read it~! Don't let my opinion stop you from reading something that you could very well enjoy! 

I might get the other blog done in a couple of minutes...maybe. But I think I'm gonna head out on this one. 

See ya soon~ 

Or not. 

Poof.

Guess who's back?

No, it's definitely not me. 

Okay, so, maybe it is. But okay. Anyway.

This post will be relevant to the project. It'll be about connections in all three books I've read. Wait. Maybe I should do that one last. Or whenever. 

I should probably tell you the other two books I've read. And don't worry, they weren't at last minute. Like most of my stuff is. Ha. Haha.

Okay, now that laughing time is over, I'll talk about my books. This summer, I've read The Giver, Autumn Street, and The Blackhope Enigma. All of them were extremely good books. I picked the right things to read this summer.

My favorite book that I read by far was Autumn Street by Lois Lowry, who is now my second favorite author (next to Roald Dahl, of course). I loved everything about it. The plot, characters, conflict, theme, setting, just everything! Basically, if you haven't read it, it takes place during WWII. Elizabeth, the main character in the story, felt alone. She felt alone by everyone except Tatie, her African American maid/cook. It was sad and touching in so many ways, and I can relate to her, too. Basically every question she asks someone gets answered with "It's because of the war," or something along the lines of that. I felt so sympathetic and warmhearted for her as I read. I was like "What if that was me...all my family going into war, being all alone like that..." It really made me think about things. Well, Elizabeth's dad went into war when she was only four years old, and to make things worse, her mother had said to her that when her brother gets of age, he would have to go into war as well. See, I know war is a good thing for our country, but I don't understand why people get praised for killing other people. I know there have been threats and stuff like that, but it just doesn't make sense to me. How people could just heartlessly kill other people. There's a song I know that's about that kind of thing. It's called "Hero of War" by Rise Against. Some of the lyrics are: 

"I kicked in the door, I yelled my commands
The children they cried but I got my man
We took him away, a bag over his face
From his family and his friends

They took off his clothes, they *bad word for peed* in his hands
I told them to stop but then I joined in
We beat him with guns and batons 
Not just once but again and again"

If you couldn't understand what he was trying to say there, basically what he was doing was singing it from a soldiers perspective, and saying the type of things that the media leaves out.
What I'm trying to get at is just that. The media leaves out things from the war, and everyone is so proud of our soldiers, even though they do plenty of unreasonable things to people who don't deserve to be treated that way.
Sorry, haha, I'm getting off track, though this is a connection. Anyway, it's a very good book, and I recommend that you read it. If you do like those kind of things. Maybe it will give you a different opinion, who knows? 
Oh well, I'll be back to type another blog soon. It's actually 12:05 A.M. or somewhere around that range. The time it says on the blog isn't correct. Yes, this is messing with my sleeping patterns, like I said. I knew it would. I'll be fine, though. I'm listening to Shakira. 

BYE FOR NOW, I GUESS~! 
Be back soon to talk about The Blackhope Enigma. 

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!

An Apology to Everypony

Well. I'm about to be up late tonight. I made a stupid decision, and now karma has decided to come out and play. Play with my sleeping patterns, that is. 

Well. Come to find out, this project wasn't due on Tuesday. It's due tomorrow. Lucky, so lucky for me, I procrastinated and didn't get any of the blogs done. Now I'll be up til' about 1:00 finishing them. Greeeeat. 

It is my fault, though, and I take full responsibility. Plus, this is kind-of some sort of disciplinary thing, because it's taking away from my sleep. That's not good. Don't take from my sleeping time, or bad things will happen. Just ask any one of my friends. I'm not kidding. I'll most likely be in a grumpy mood tomorrow after this. 

But I just wanted to let anyone reading these know that I actually did read my three books, and I'm not trying to make a stupid excuse like always, but I honestly did forget about this project. 

But hey, it's better to be grumpy for a day and tired all night but forced to stay up than to get an F or something like that for one of the first grades in the class. No. This year, I'm dedicated to everything. 

And I'm highly sorry for my mess-up, but I do put the 'pro' in procrastination. 

This bottom picture is similar to my feelings.

I'm so sorry. 

And believe me when I say this; I promise to get every single one of my assignments done this year. No more homework lunch for me. I'm getting ready for high school. It's typed here on this blog. You have fully and legitimately witnessed me.

Thank you for your time and patronage.  

The-

OH MY GOSH. I seriously completely forgot about this blog, until Meredith (http://tksdash.blogspot.com/) mentioned something to me about reading. I guess I'm going to have to get this done pretty darn quickly! I'll probably just do a blog per hour. Maybe in some different time schedule, but they'll all be done tonight. Considering that I'm probably the most forgetful person, and the person with the most procrastination skills that you'll ever talk to... OH WELL. I'm determined to do good in school this year, or at least much better than I did last year. I'll also probably be up really late tonight, because school starts tomorrow. ._. Oh gosh. But it's okay, I wake up good in the mornings. AAAAND, lucky for me, I've been reading quite a bit of books this Summer. Well, two books and a bunch of comic/manga/fan-fiction types of things. Apparently, Meredith and I have read the same book! I've already finished it, and I think she has too, but it's called The Giver by Lois Lowry. It was a pretty good book. (And Mrs. Ryan, I'm pretty sure you've read it.) It was nothing like what I expected it to be. In a way, well, this is a connection, but the way that there was a limit on having 2 children per household reminded me of the Shadow Children series by Margaret Peterson Haddix. With books such as Among the Hidden, which is the only one I've read in the series... I should really consider reading the others. I've read Running Out of Time by her as well. Anyway, I thought the Giver was great in expressing how people have different opinions on everything, and that not everyone can be forced to stay the same as people want them to be. Okay, so, when I first started to read the book, I knew something was weird. I hadn't read the back cover or anything, and I wasn't expecting it to be about an 11, soon-to-be-12-year-old boy. To be honest, I was expecting it to be like, an old man's journal or story about his life or something like that. But, as people say, don't judge a book by its cover. I was completely wrong. DUHHHH. Talon, what were you thinking? Back to the point; Jonas, the main character in the story, lives in a place called "The Community" where supplies are brought in by cargo plane. I learned that he is "careful with language"; he doesn't want to use the word "frightened" to describe his feeling, because it isn't technically correct. Apparently everyone is this careful about language in the community, except for Jonas's good friend, Asher, who is laughed at for talking too fast. To make a silly connection here, I sometimes get laughed at by my mom for talking too fast, hehe. Asher is a bit childish, because he likes to mess around a lot and, like I said before, doesn't have a filter when it comes to saying things. (Also, he usually mixes up words and doesn't get phrases right, stuff like that.) I think I like him the most, because of his constant energy. He reminds me of myself, and I think that's another reason why I like him, too...

But yeah. As I said, this book was nothing like what I expected it to be, and I recommend that you check it out if you haven't already. 
Also, this blog was longer (and took longer) than I intended it to.

I guess I'll take a short break to read my other book, The Blackhope Enigma. I'm loving it, when I thought I wouldn't from the description. 
BUT YEAH, I GUESS I NEED TO GO READ SOME MORE NOW INSTEAD OF CONSTANTLY RAMBLING ON ABOUT THINGS. 

Picture related.
It's how I feel when opening a new blank post.

Reading and Stuff!

As you can tell, this blog isn't a normal blog. That may have to do with the fact that I made it. You have to admit, it looks pretty cool.

Over the course of summer 2012, I will be writing all about some books and how they affected me, I guess. If you want to read the blogs I write, go right ahead. I'll be writing probably every other day considering I have nothing else to do. This is my only goal and hopefully accomplishment to do over summer. 

I think it's going to be pretty fun. 

Peace. 

-Anonymous

(A.K.A. Talon)