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The Dorky, Geeky, and Nerdy Character Tag

Hello! Today I made up a tag! A super quick and easy tag to help us spread the love for our favorite Dorky, Geeky, and Nerdy characters. If someone has already done something like this, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Also, if you do this tag, please leave me a comment about it so I can check it out! Okay, here are the questions:

1. Who is your favorite dorky character? 

Okay, this one is easy for me, or maybe I’m just not thinking hard enough, either way, I’m going with Noah Estaban from the Embassy Row series by Ally Carter. I absolutely adore Noah, almost as much as Alexei. His sense of humor is fantastic, and the way he messes up what he is trying to say is wonderful.

2. Who is your favorite geeky character?

Okay, this is harder…or wait, maybe it isn’t. Yeah, I’m going to go with Lucas Winthrop from the Pumpkin Falls series by Heather Vogel Frederick. Lucas is just such an adorable geek…The frog dissection was amazing…I love him.

3. Who is your favorite nerdy character?

No question, folks, it’s Liz Sutton from Gallagher Girls by Ally Carter! I love her clumsiness, her beautifully nerdy ways, her constant reading, EVERYTHING.

Oh, and lastly, I tag Lila Kims from The Cheapskate Bibliomaniac to do this tag, if she so desires, or anyone else for that matter who wants to participate.

 

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Smart or Not #1

Welcome to a brand new series on my blog: Smart or Not. Basically, the concept of this series is that although I have a 4.0 GPA, I often do or think things that make me wonder if my intelligence is closer to that of a jellyfish. I hope you enjoy!

Ever since reading Finally by Wendy Mass I’ve been scared of waxing. Reading about Rory’s experience pretty much traumatized me, and, for a long time, I didn’t want to use body wax unless it was going to save me from a painful death by electric eels. Well, eventually, I got my nerve up, and I decided to let my mom help me wax my eyebrows. The funny thing is that when we were getting ready to do the waxing, I told my mom I wanted to do it, and she was like, “Uh, you might want to let me.” So I agreed, and as she was doing it I noticed that she was only spreading it around certain parts of my eyebrow.

“I thought you do it over the whole thing,” I said, looking confused.

Oh yeah, you heard right. I thought that when you wax your eyebrows you spread it over the entire eyebrow and that the wax knew which hairs to take off. This is the mark of a genius for sure. So, taking into consideration the fact that I thought “smart wax” was a thing, you tell me, do you think I’m smart or not?

Anyway, taking into consideration the fact that I thought “smart wax” was a thing, you tell me, do you think I’m smart or not?

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Motivation: Every Writer’s Greatest Enemy

If Motivation doesn’t come to you, do without. Yes, some days the characters refuse to stay in character, no song is the right song, and it would be way easier to write if you only had the perfect picture of your main character. But giving it a rest doesn’t get a book written. Taking a break doesn’t make your book Barnes and Noble worthy. Nothing will make you a better writer than ignoring Motivation’s absence and making yourself write.

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Revenge Against My English Textbook

So a while back I was tasked with a writing assignment. Basically, I was to explain how to complete any task that I chose, to a highly detailed extent. Now, as most of you know, I love writing, after all, would I write a blog if I didn’t? Probably not. Well, my love for writing aside, I really didn’t want to write this paper. It just looked like an utterly boring assignment and wanted no part of it. Nevertheless, I had to do it, so I decided to get my silent, passive-aggressive revenge by writing the paper on the most boring task I could imagine: digging a hole. Below is the paper, hope you enjoy!

At some point in every person’s life, there will come a time when they are required to dig a hole. Therefore, when one’s time comes, it can pay to be well-versed in the art of hole digging. Although it may seem simple and monotonous, one can never be too prepared when venturing into the outdoors.

Before one even begins to start digging a hole, it is important to make sure that one has the correct supplies. The most basic item one will need is a pointed, gardening shovel, but it would also be quite beneficial if one were to be in the possession of a pair of gardening gloves. Other than these simple objects, not much else is required to dig the perfect hole

When one begins digging a hole the very first step is to don one’s gloves, if they are available, then one should take the shovel in one’s hands and push it into the dirt. Once the shovel has been inserted into the dirt and pushed down several inches, one should lift the shovel back up in a horizontal position. After the shovel has emerged from the dirt, one should take the dirt that is being held by the shovel and dump it to one side, then repeat the aforementioned processes until the hole is the desired depth and width.

As soon as the hole is the size that is desired, one might assume that the job is done, but much still is left to be accomplished. Once one has finished, they should take off their gloves, and place them in a safe place, should they need to be used again. In addition, the shovel should be placed somewhere where the rain cannot reach it and ruin it. When these tasks have been completed one is free to enjoy their hole in any way they see fit.

Although it might seem a boring task, digging a hole can be a simple job despite its grueling nature. First, one should ensure they possess the correct supplies, after that they should begin digging in an orderly fashion, finally, they should put away their supplies and enjoy their hole. It is clear that with these simple steps, anyone can dig a hole.

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I’m not a Murder…I’m Just a Writer

It’s a commonly known fact that writer’s search history is often…sketchy. We often have to research things like stab wounds, ways to poison people, and how to break into the white house just so our story can be accurate. Well since I haven’t posted in a little while and I needed an idea, I thought I would share some of the weirdest things me and my co-author have ever searched.

  1. Hair gel pranks. Explanation: In one of our early drafts two of our main characters were playing a prank on a classmate by replacing his hair gel with pine sap but as time progressed we realized that pine sap wasn’t all the realistic of a substitute. What did we do? We googled it! We searched the internet and our brains for a better option and changed the substance from super glue to vaseline to mayo before we decided we could do without the scene.
  2. Statue of Liberty security system. Explanation: In one of our earliest drafts we were planning to have our three main characters break into to Statue of Liberty but we needed to figure out the best way to do it so for a while it was our obsession to figure out the best way to break in undetected.
  3. First-time nose piercing. Explanation: Very recently we decided that the character who recently broke his nose should get a nose piercing and that in order to know how it is done and how painful it could be we needed to watch some videos.
  4. Pictures of red haired freckled teen guys. Explanation: We needed a picture of a character we invented so we temporarily became stalkers.
  5. International Giraffe Convention. Explanation: A character was on the spot and needed and excuse so he used this and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a real thing.
  6. Exploring sewer systems. Explanation: At one point our characters lose something in the sewer and one of them goes down into to get it back so we thought it would be good to see what it was like.
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We Put the Fun in Dysfunctional: Tales of my Not-so-Normal Family Part 5

If you take a four-month-old baby, mix it with a particularly unobservant father, and then add some cat toys, disaster will strike. Don’t believe me or understand how one might come to this conclusion? Keep reading.

I was four months old. My mom had to go out of town for the weekend. My dad was supposed to watch me. My mom left, hoping my dad would realize how hard it was to take care of a four-month-old and more than happy to get away, even if she was a little worried that things wouldn’t run like clock-work.  Well, odd as if may seem, when she returned, my dad informed her that everything had run smoothly and that watching me had been easy. Of course my mom was surprised since she knew for a fact watching a child of such an age was by no means easy. It wasn’t until the following Monday that she found out why it had been so easy and when she did her horrification was extreme.

My mom noticed one of our cat’s toys on the floor and normally wouldn’t have given it a second glance but there was something special about this particular fur mouse. The fur was gone and the mouse utterly bald. Like the fur had been sucked off with a passion.

“Eww, one of the cats must have sucked the fur off of this,” she said to my dad.

“Yeah, or Penny,” he replied. Yes, that’s right, my dad had kept me busy all weekend by letting me suck the (real) rabbit fur off of the cat’s toys.

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We Put the Fun in Dysfunctional: Tales of my Not-so-Normal Family Part 4

A lot of people are under the impression that guys can’t cook but that’s not exactly true. Some can cook and others can’t. Over the years my dad’s cooking skills have improved, but years ago, when he was a teenager, dating my mom, he didn’t just lack cooking skills, but common sense as well.

Growing up, my dad’s stepmom made potato pancakes, basically fried mashed potatoes. Well, one evening my dad decided he wanted to make some, the only problem was he had absolutely no clue how to do it. He was about halfway done when my mom came over only to find him in the kitchen, covered in potato bits. He was holding a hand-held, electric beater, that was still running, and covered in the potatoes. Of course my mom asked him what the heck he was doing, and he promptly responded that he was mashing the potatoes. Perfectly logical, right? Well, normally when you mash potatoes they don’t just spontaneously fly everywhere unless you have forgotten to do something to them…

“Well, did you boil them first?” My mom asked.

“Boil them?” He replied, bewildered.

Yeah, that’s right, my dad had no clue that in order to make mashed potatoes you have to boil them first. Now you can see why I don’t truthfully believe it was cooking skills that he lacked but common sense.