Tuesday, 31 May 2016

State of Origin, the bane of my existence

So every year, Queensland and New South Wales go head to head in the biggest war of the century. (Yes, there's a biggest war of the century every year. You cannot escape my logic, jabberwockies.) Sides will be chosen. Lines will be drawn. Insults will be thrown. Blood will be spilled. 

State of Origin has begun. 


Okay, so I may have exaggerated just a little. State of Origin is a three game rugby competition between Queensland (QLD) and New South Wales (NSW). The first game is coming up on June 1st. 

On game days, everyone comes to work/school/whatever either wearing blue (NSW) or maroon (QLD) to cheer for their state of origin, or the state where they grew up. I once wore a blue shirt to school (I didn't have a maroon one, because honestly, who owns a maroon shirt??) and was mercilessly teased all day. Everyone was pretty good once I explained, but the poor math teacher was from NSW and I was surprised that she survived the school day. If you take nothing seriously in Australia, take sports seriously. (Although I'm the type of person who mocks Australians for their love of sports. Like dudes, netball? It's not a sport. YOU ALL WEAR SKIRTS. Footy? FOOTY'S LAME AND FOR WIMPS. (Now excuse me, after that last insult I have to go hide in the mountains somewhere so I can live until adulthood. (Although footy isn't for wimps, because I'm pretty sure they all have brain damage from massive collisions.)))

QLD has had a pretty good winning streak (like seven years in a row or something), but last year (the year before?) NSW won best out of three and I'm honestly surprised that no one rioted (or if they did I didn't hear about it).

So in recap: State of Origin is coming up and I'm going to have to endure long, manly talks about some athlete who I should probably know but don't, there will be relentless teasing of the poor souls from NSW and whatever you do, don't insult sports in Australia if you want to live to a ripe old age. 

Are there any major sports games where you live? What are the most popular sports? Are you into watching/playing any sports? 

Sunday, 29 May 2016

The truth is revealed

Well jabberwockies, last week you were all so kind and lovely and awesome and guessed which truth was the truth was which lie was a lie. (Do you ever write sentences and ask yourself what on earth you just wrote? And to think you guys read this stuff.) So now I shall reveal the truth :)

1) On a good day, I know roughly fifteen words of Japanese, ten of which being numbers. 

This one is actually true. My Japanese is quite pathetic, but I know something thanks to my lovely sister who actually knows something. 

2) I have never sworn in my life.

True. It's kinda a lame goal of mine to never swear. Like I said, lame. 

3) I have a myriad of movie posters hanging up around my room.

Very true! 

You see The Avengers in the background there? 

4) I once stuck scissors in the wall outlet and blamed it on my brother.

It was actually my sister. We were all quite young and my sister wondered what would actually happen if you stuck scissors in the outlet, because growing we've always been told to not it in a million years. Naturally, she wanted to try. She stuck them in with my brother watching, then she ran to get Mom. 

"Mom! Mom! My brother stuck scissors in the outlet!" Then my brother went on about how sparks flew out of the wall and it was really really cool, completely taking the blame. It wasn't until years later that she confessed and admitted it was her. 

5) The clothes in my closet are organised by colour. 

True. It's a great system, I'd highly recommend it. However, you have to have shirts organised by colour on one end, then dresses and sweatshirts on the other. Don't mix dresses and sweatshirts. Just don't. 

6) I've gone bungee jumping in New Zealand. 

False, because bungee jumping is terrifying and should be outlawed. I have, however, rolled down a hill in one of those giant ball things. 

7) I am afraid of bees. 

No, not really. Like a horde of bees, yeah, but a single bee? Nah. Wasps, though. I hate wasps. 

8) I can pretty much recite all of Finding Nemo by heart. 


Opening shot: A coral reef.  Thomas Newmans' music swells.  
Marlin: Wow. 
Coral: Mmm. 
Marlin: Just wow. 
Coral: Yes, Marlin, I see it. It's beautiful.
Marlin: So, Coral, when you said you wanted an ocean view, you didn't think we were going to get the whole ocean, huh? Yeah, a fish can breathe out here. Did your man deliver, or did he deliver? 
Coral: My man delivered. 

Shall I go on? 

9) I could play the piano in my sleep. 

HAHAHA. I'm about as musical as a dead octopus. I used to play the violin, though, although that ability has now faded. I like music, I can sing along with all my heart and I listen to lots of music but I cannot play anything to save myself. 

Have you ever blamed something on a sibling? Can you play a musical instrument? How do you organise your closet? 

Friday, 27 May 2016

How to survive querying

I think the querying stage of writing is basically the stage where all hell slowly and painfully breaks loose while you're forced to sit, watch and wait. So me, being the kind and amazing person that I am who is basically just here to help everyone be awesome (I can just imagine everyone rolling their eyes in unison), have put together a guide for surviving the querying process. (FYI querying is when you write a book then send a letter to agents asking for them to represent you to publishing houses.)

How to Survive Querying 
by Victoria Jackson

1) Wait patiently for replies to your queries.
2) Wait impatiently for replies to your queries.
3) Bang your head against the wall.
4) Try to work on another project.
5) Pretend you're working on another project.
6) Give up pretending to work on another project. 
7) Check your emails for the 10th time in two minutes. 
8) Receive your first reject for the project. 
9) Convince yourself that it doesn't matter. 
10) Search up all possible interviews/clips/previous movies/anything you can get your hands on relating to the new Spider-Man because he is awesome. (In case I haven't mentioned it yet.) (Another eye roll there from anyone who has met me in real life. (I'm sure they're all going JUST SHUT UP ABOUT SPIDER-MAN ALREADY, VICTORIA!))
11) Pace around the house.
12) Check your emails.
13) Go for a long walk.
14) Work on another project.
15) Watch a sad movie, even though it won't help. 
16) Check your emails.
17) Ignore the two newest rejections because if you don't read them they can't hurt you. 
18) Clean the house in a furious afternoon. 
19) Write, then delete everything you've just written. 
20) Decide to get a peg leg, eye patch and become a pirate instead of an author. (Because logic, right?)
21) Realize it takes money to buy a ship and you don't really want to lose your leg. (Darn it.) 
22) Decide to ditch everything and go sky diving instead.
23) Avoid checking your emails. 
24) Write a blog post or two. 
25) Check your emails. 
26) Cry tears of joy over the new Spider-Man.
27) Read something. 
28) Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. 
29) Repeat steps 1-28. 

How do you survive the querying process? 

Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Climbing a mountain (quite literally)

Alright, so there's this small(ish) mountain about 15 minutes out of town, and someone sometime has went and turned it into a walking trail. My dad and I (and sometimes various other siblings and/or friends) like to go up for some exercise on the weekend. 

It's basically this trail of death and destruction that kills your legs and roasts them over an open fire. The first time I went up I couldn't believe that we were actually climbing this thing. So here are some pictures. Because pictures are cool. (Just like bowties are cool.)

The beginning of the path. At this point you think, oh, well this isn't so bad but then you realise that this is by far the easiest part of the trail. 

Looking up and realising oh darn it, that's the thing we're climbing. 

HOW IS THAT A TRAIL. It's like climbing Everest here, honestly. 

View from the top. 

Me being majestic and staring off into the sunset. 

But the walk is lovely, even if it is really hard. We try to go most weekends in the winter when the snakes aren't out and it isn't too hot. 

Have you ever climbed a mountain (no matter how small)? What's your favourite walking trail? 

Sunday, 22 May 2016

Bonus Post: That time I was a rebellious teenager (#YOLO)

Take note, jabberwockies. That was the first (and probably last) time I will use a hash tag. (Which is actually called an octothorpe. Because I'm a nerd.)

So anyways, it was my friend Rainbow Fairy Magic's birthday (you may have noticed her commenting sometimes (and no, that's not her actual name. Australians aren't that weird.) (Happy birthday!) this week, and she was busy at university all day so I decided to go visit her in the evening. I've recently gotten my license (THANK YOU LORD) so I packed up her present, grabbed my sister (AKA M) and headed down the road. 

We pulled out of our neighbourhood and I turned to M. "We can run away, you know," I said, flicking my ticker on. "We can be in Brisbane by the morning." We both laughed and she changed the song. Waterloo by ABBA burst out of the speakers (at a respectable volume). We sang along, then Hakuna Matata started playing. Still singing (we were getting really into it at this point), I started laughing. 

"We're such rebels!" The speed limit changed and I slowed down appropriately, still laughing. "Out driving at 8:00pm, with Mom's permission, a few kilometres under the speed limit, delivering a birthday present, singing to Hakuna Matata." We laughed the whole way, marvelling at our rebelliousness. (Don't most kids go out drinking or something? What do you even do when you're breaking the rules? Do you sing Disney songs? Because if not, then I'm out.)

We chatted to my friend, then M and I returned to the car. I said, "Put some Michael BublĂ© on. We need some rebellious music." (So obviously, Michael BublĂ©.) Once we had returned home, M had a healthy veggie juice while I did some blogging. 

So yeah. Out late? 8pm. Drinking? Vegetable juice. Speeding through the streets? Under the limit. Up to no good? Delivering a birthday present. Unruly behaviour? Hakuna Matata. 

Take that, stereotypes. 

When was the last time you were "rebellious"? 

Friday, 20 May 2016

I watched High School Musical for the first time ever and survived

Status update: It got so cold (we're talking 20-15C in the evening) this week that I was able to wear sweatpants and my sweatshirt. Man, I love Queensland winters. I was in Heaven until I realized that it'd been so long since I've worn these clothes that they've collected dust, something I'm sadly allergic to. That's right, I was allergic to my own clothes. Welcome to my life.

Anyways, when I was younger, I noticed what was popular and decided to not participate. (Yes, I was that kid. I would like to formally apologise to all my friends right now.) This included High School Musical. I managed to miss that particular phase somehow, so I've never actually seen it until recently. 

That is, until it was on TV the other night. 


Seven thoughts on High School Musical 

1. It was absolutely hilarious. The entire movie was full of things that would just never, never, never, EVER happen in real life, and seeing the characters accept it as real ensured that I was laughing the entire time. The first karaoke scene. The lunchroom dancing scene. (When everyone in your lunchroom is singing and dancing in sync, you don't look mildly concerned, you run!) The fact that the science kids were doing both ninth grade and first year of university chemistry at the same time. Let's not even mention them hacking into the school electronic system. And why were 90% of the teachers (I'm looking at you, drama teacher!) jerks for no reason?

2. The balcony scene. This deserved a point all on its own. So Troy showed up to Gabriella's house one night after they fought, and she didn't want to see him. He then decided to go around the house, climb the balcony and sing to her. I get the Romeo and Juliet romantic stuff, but seriously. First of all, trespassing. Second of all, creepy. When a guy has pretty much climbed into your room it's not a good sign. Third of all, can we all appreciate the fact that his mom probably drove him there?


3. The music. I will admit that the songs and choreography were done very well, and everyone could sing and dance. *claps for people more talented than myself* (I look like a deranged flamingo when I dance, and sound like a dying cockroach when I attempt to sing.) But I was a bit disappointed that the whole movie was about the auditions, and we didn't see the musical. 

4. The guy with the frizzy hair (Chad?) had amazing hair and should be congratulated. The awesomeness of his hair blew me away. Also, Sharpay was my favourite character. She was so completely ridiculous, so over the top, so annoying and stereotypical that I couldn't help but absolutely adore her. (And I love Phineas and Ferb, so I kept hearing Candance the entire movie. It was great.) 

5. The diversity actually was pretty great. Sure, there was only one person who was overweight and everyone looked like they came from a high socio-economic background but hey! Lots of diversity in a time when diversity wasn't being pushed so much. 


6. I had the songs stuck in my head the entire night. Still not sure if I'm angry or not. 

7. I was slightly upset because High School Musical was the modern G-rated Romeo and Juliet (sort of) so I was waiting for the mutual suicide and destruction of everything everyone had worked for. It didn't come. There was just lots of dancing and everyone getting over their differences. (I suppose someone thought it would be appropriate to cut out the murder and suicide for the kids movie for some reason. (Seriously though, they had the party at the beginning, the balcony scene, the opposing "families", the star-crossed lovers, would it have been that hard to add the double suicide in too?)) 

So there you have it! High School Musical was hilarious and cute and totally unrealistic, but it made me laugh so I'm pretty satisfied. 

Did you want High School Musical when you were a kid? 

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Dear the QCS students of 2016, a letter

Dear QCS students of 2016,

Welcome to hell. Everything is going to be fine. I know you are currently dreading your upcoming QCS (Queensland Core Skills) exam which will take place in September this year, as I was once like you. I too had studied for two years during our weekly QCS class, where we prepared for our standardised government end-of-grade-12 test that would help give us our final mark for grade 12, our OP mark. I too have banged my head against my desk as I tried to decide how the character in this cartoon was most feeling, tried to understand what this poem was most likely saying, trying to figure out that massive "time-bomb" question of doom that was specifically designed to eat up my valuable time with lots of numbers, charts and rather vague and confusing questions.

So allow me to give you some advice, as someone who has taken the test and has survived. Because right now is probably about the time you're starting to freak out, and that's not a good idea. (That's right, I am a kind and helpful person.) First of all, you should have been paying attention in class. I know the teacher was scary and the homework was boring and pointless and you'd rather lose your arm in a lightsaber fight, but you should have been paying attention because they did actually teach you something in those classes.

Advice number two. Get some sleep. QCS was like the Kursed in Thor 2: Dark World. It  will suck you dry and leave nothing but smoky, gasping pathetic creatures lying dead on the floor. Get some sleep and counter-act its evil.

Advice number three. Bring the right equipment, because you'd be stupid not to.

Advice number four. When you walk into the gym/hall/whatever on your first morning of QCS, you will be confronted with the writing test. You will be horroried to find that you have no idea what to do with your central idea or stimuli. How are you supposed to make these random ideas into a central part of your 600ish word essay/short story/diary entry/article/whatever? My advice? Squash that rising panic down. You've trained for this, soldier! You'll come up with an idea, but not if you panic.

Advice number five. Play ping pong at lunch. Eat something nutricious. Hit a ping pong onto the roof then laugh about it with your friends (you didn't hear that from me, by the way). Have fun, and don't even think about the upcoming short response test.

Advice number six. Don't stress too much. QCS isn't the end of the world.

Victoria Jackson

Sunday, 15 May 2016

Bonus Post: A note on Lord of the Rings and the impracticality of long hair in battle

Well, jabberwockies, I was watching The Two Towers with my sister the other day and I was once again amazed at all the long hair going on in that movie. You want proof? I've got proof. 


So yeah, basically everyone is getting a gift card to the hairdresser's this Christmas in Middle Earth. 

If you weren't aware, I've been taking jiu jitsu for about the past six months (I think I've mentioned it once or twice on my blog?) I also have long hair (it goes down to about my lower back) and as you can imagine, the two don't mix very well. I've tried every type of hairstyle out there, including buns, ponytails, braids, French braids, double French braids... But as soon as I start rolling (fighting), it all comes out and I can't see a thing. 

Luckily for me, we're not fighting to the death. (I would be dead several times over if that were the case.) We stop and I can fix my hair, then go again. For the poor guys in LOTR, they don't get a break. When you're fighting to keep the orcs out of Helms Deep, there isn't a halfway point where you all fix your gis and redo your hair and grab a drink of water. If you did that, you'd get a sword in your chest. (Something most people try to actively avoid.)

The thing with long hair is that it gets in your face and under your arms and in your mouth and it covers your eyes if it's not contained. Do you see containment in those pictures? I don't. The bottom line is that long hair is completely impractical in battle. However, it looks awesome on screen.

What's something impractical but cool that you've noticed in movies? 

Friday, 13 May 2016

She called me a writer

(And by the way, I've guest posted for RM Lutz @ The Book Hound. Make sure you check it out (and check out the rest of her blog while you're there, because she's awesome and stuff.))

I've written three scripts for a kids show for the local radio station. They were about 1000 words each and followed the adventures of two kids at the Bubble Factory. They each took me about an hour to write, and I didn't get paid for them. It was a fun thing to do, and writing for little kids while not boring the adults was definitely a new experience for me. 

Today I was invited to come and watch the scripts being recorded. (They weren't recording my scripts, but two that the radio station had previously written.) I stood in the doorway with the parents and older siblings of the second grade actors, watching as the kids said their lines the best they could. (The girl was really shy and quiet, and the boy had a smile wider than the Death Star. He made me smile back.) 

Desert in Dubai. (Once again, a picture that has nothing to do with the post. Deal with it.)

The lady who was running the show paused for a moment to introduce me. "That lady in blue is the writer who did the third, fourth and fifth scripts." I smiled shyly then went back to watching as the lady played the episode back to us. Disembodied voices floated over the room, crystal clear. I envied their microphones. (In high school I was part of the sound and tech crew who ran assemblies and talent quest evenings. Microphones that recorded a clear sound and hadn't been previously smashed were rarer than Darth Vader helping at the local animal shelter.) 

It was only later that I realised that a) she had called me a lady and b) she had called me a writer. I don't really think of myself as a lady but more as a girl, because after all I'm only seventeen and ladies are at least twenty. There's a big difference between seventeen and twenty, although I'm sure that when I am twenty I'll still be calling myself a girl and not a lady. For someone else to call me a lady was odd, to say the least. 

The other thing was that she called me a writer. I call myself a writer. (It's one of my firm beliefs that if you write, you're a writer. The end.) But to have someone else recognise me as a writer? That was new. Usually it was, "oh, she writes books" or "yeah, she likes to write" or even "she wants to become an author" but never "yeah, she's a writer." 

So yeah, I'm that writer lady. 

Do you ever have trouble calling yourself a writer? Do you ever have trouble accepting the fact that you're growing up? Have you ever written for kids before? 

Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Catching sand worms

The other weekend a guy from church (let's call him Phil) invited us to go worming. At first I was like.... worming?  As in getting worms? From the beach?  (Then again, I live in Australia and really should have seen something like this coming. (For example, I have a friend whose brother had a pet snake. They were driving somewhere and the snake was in the car, then the snake was still in the car and no longer in the cage. To this day, they haven't found the snake. (AAAAHHHH!!!) Then some people eat green ants. And they taste nice, apparently. I just.... What even. No. DON'T EAT ANTS PEOPLE.)) 

So we were like, sure, what could go wrong? We met up at the beach and Phil brought his 6ish month old son, who was absolutely adorable. (He stole my hat halfway down the beach and chewed on it. Yep, I was overpowered and mugged by a six-month-old.) We drove about a kilometre or two down the beach (it was one of the beaches that we were allowed to drive down) then we parked and walked down to the water. 

Phil grabbed a bucket of dead, frozen and mostly gutted fish and passed them out. Now, for the record I wasn't terribly pleased with clutching a half-frozen fish with intestines hanging out everywhere, but I prevailed and did my best. Mom hung out with the baby while my brother wandered off to build a sandcastle somewhere. My sister, dad and I got to work with Phil. 

As a wave rushed back out to the ocean, Phil swirled his fish back and forth in the water. Every once and a while, a little mound of sand would appear and a beach worm would pop its head up, looking for that tasty fish. He let the worm latch onto the fish (the worm's head looked like a mole's, with lots of tentacles and sucky things that waved everywhere. It wasn't very pretty). Then, Phil dug his fingers, very slowly, into the sand behind the worm, got ahold of it and yanked it up before the worm could disappear back into the sand. The worms were usually about a meter/three feet long. 

The first time he pulled one out, we all stood back and stared, flabbergasted. LIKE DUDE I'VE SWAM HERE BEFORE AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT ENORMOUS BEACH WORMS OF TERROR ARE RIGHT UNDERNEATH MY FEET, READY TO LEAP UP WITH A FEROCIOUS GROWL AND EAT ME? (*sighs* Welcome to Australia.)

So anyways, we got right in there. They were easy enough to find, but the difficult part was going slowly enough so they didn't pop right back into the sand before you could pull them out. Every time I had one distracted with the fish, I'd dig around it only to feel it slip between my fingers once it realised I was there. Phil got a few more, and my sister managed to get one. Dad and I were left empty-handed. 

When the tide started coming back in, we decided that enough was enough. We had a few worms to use as bait the next time Phil went fishing (they sold for like $3 each, they're expensive bait) and they weren't poking their heads out of the sand anymore. Unfortunately, I didn't catch one even though I really wanted to. (Next time?) (Also, I was joking about the worms eating you. Come to Australia! It's gorgeous here! You just don't hear lots about the beach worms in the travel brochures, mostly because you don't see them if you're not actively looking for them.)

Would you ever go worming? Did you know beach worms existed? Has a baby ever stolen something of yours then chewed on it? 

Friday, 6 May 2016

Tags of many multitudes

So I had a whole bunch of tags to do, and I thought I'd be a good idea to do them all at once. I hope you enjoy! (And I was going to put up my review of Captain America 3: Civil War today but on Monday I accidentally hit publish before I scheduled so this week's posts are a bit messed up. Sorry :/ )

Five Truths and Four Lies

Thanks to Liz @ Out of Coffee, Out of Mind for the tag!

The rules:
-List nine things about yourself, with five truths and four lies or vice versa
-Tag people

1) On a good day, I know roughly fifteen words of Japanese, ten of which being numbers. 
2) I have never sworn in my life.
3) I have a myriad of movie posters hanging up around my room.
4) I once stuck scissors in the wall outlet and blamed it on my brother.
5) The clothes in my closet are organised by colour. 
6) I've gone bungee jumping in New Zealand. 
7) I am afraid of bees. 
8) I can pretty much recite all of Finding Nemo by heart. 
9) I could play the piano in my sleep. 

So yeah, guess the five truths and four lies in the comments and I'll reveal all at a later date. *evil laugh* 

The Sunshine Blogger Award

Thanks Heather @ Sometimes I'm a Story for the award!

So basically, I put up the picture and share 7 facts or things about myself then I tag people. Pretty simple, really. 

1. When we were kids we used to have a playhouse in the backyard, and we'd drag the hose and a bottle of dish soap to the top of the slide then make a waterslide for ourselves. We'd always kill the grass by the slide, of course, but it was great fun. 

2. I like to randomly name stuff that shouldn't be named, hence why the neighbourhood kookaburra is named Nelson and I used to have a plant named Henry. 

3. I am a Canadian, and I am a terrible skier. I can ski but it's quite a sad thing to watch. When I ski, I prefer to say that I'm Australian because Australians can't ski, right? 

4. I saw The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug in theatres in New Zealand. I wore my Gandalf t-shirt, which was awesome, but a few days earlier my brother fell off a swing and broke his arm. So there's that. (But I'm pretty sure he enjoyed the movie anyways.)

5. I have this weird obsession with lots of things, including (but not limited to): typewriters, old pilot goggles and/or helmets, old-fashioned trench coats and fedoras, beautiful journals, leather-bound books, telescopes, bookshelf ladders, chocolate, camp fires, snowy evenings, basically any bookshelf ever, owls, clockwork things, portraits of random people, old, beautiful hairbrushes and finally houses/mansions of weird books and machines where the rooms move and the house is probably alive and nothing really makes sense but it's awesome anyways. 

6. I once couldn't sleep until like 6am and ended up watching all of The Avengers 2: Age of Ultron and lots and lots of YouTube videos and I stared at the ceiling a lot. I fell asleep at around the time Dad left for work. It wasn't a good night. Thankfully it isn't a common occurrence. 

7. My brother and I like to watch the Lego Ninjago TV show together. We're a season or two behind but it's a great TV show, even if it's a bit cheesy at points. 

The Infinity Dreams Award

Thanks to Emily @ Ink Inc. for tagging me!

The rules: 
Answer eleven questions
Tag eleven people
Write eleven questions

1. What is your guilty pleasure song?

I don't really have a guilty pleasure song, because if I like a song then I'll be playing it aloud, probably bursting my speakers and singing as loudly as possibly. I don't care what it is, from Owl City to Of Monsters and Men to Schubert to Casting Crowns to Nat King Cole to John Powell to Beach Boys to Celtic Relfections to Veggie Tales. If I like it, you're going to hear about it.

2. Do you have any tattoos? If so, what, where, and why? If not, would you get one? If so, what, where, and why?

I'm not terribly good with medical stuff. Needles, surgery, blood, you name it, I hate it. (Therefore I work in a pharmacy, because logic.) I've never understood the need to put hundreds of needles unnecessarily into my body just because I can. And what happens if I hate my tattoo in a month? What then? It's just not happening. 

3. What is your favourite city?

I adore Paris, but I also love Victoria (British Columbia). And Tokyo and Milan and London and Auckland. Melbourne was pretty amazing, too. I'm in love with my own corner of Central Queensland, as well. (We all knew this would be a long answer.)

4. If you had a daughter, what would you name her?

Syliva. (That one was just for you, Batman/M.) (Sorry to everyone who isn't my sister for that particular inside joke.) 

5. What's your most recently discovered favourite song / favourite at the moment?

I'm really loving the band Relient K, mostly because they have great lyrics and lots of electric guitar and drums and piano, which is always a good combination. Their song Forget and Not Slow Down is probably one of my favourites, as well as Therapy

And now for eleven questions!

1) Who is your favourite superhero and why? (It can be an actual tights and cape superhero or a real-life one.)
2) If you had a whole day to yourself to do whatever you wanted, what would you do?
3) What was your favourite book of 2015?
4) If you could live anywhere outside of your country, where would you live?
5) Is there a specific piece of clothing you wear all the time/often? (Like a favourite pair of shoes or certain earrings or something.)
6) If you're a writer, which genre do you write in the most? If you're not a writer, then which genre do you read the most?
7) What's your favourite way to spend your evenings?
8) Which accomplishment are you most proud of?
9) If you could time travel (not to the future, though :) ), when and where would you go?
10) Briefly describe a usual day for you.
11) Who is your favourite fictional character?

And I'm going to tag a bunch of people and you can chose which tag/award you want to do. (Or you can do all three. I won't judge.)

RM @ The Book Hound

Remember to guess the five truths and four lies!

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

The Pope (sort of) comes for a visit

My sister and I were wandering through the grocery store when we stumbled across the cardboard cutout of some chef dude. (It scared the living daylights out of me because I was sure he was a real person.)

That brought back the lovely memories of my time in my Catholic high school, when we had a cardboard cutout of the Pope lying around the school. He was in the library first, and I seem to recall people freaking out whenever they came in because AAAHHH WHY IS THE POPE IN THE LIBRARY???!?!?!!!?


After that it became kind of a running joke to see where the cutout could be put to scare people the most. He's been on a balcony, looking over us as we went about our lives, in the office, staring as we handed in our permission notes and finally in the bathroom for Muck Up Day (when the grade 12s play pranks on everyone else on their final day of school). That bathroom one was just mean. 

Yeah. So basically we had a cutout Pope at our school. 

Have you ever had something really weird happen at your school? 

Monday, 2 May 2016

Movie Review: Captain America 3: Civil War

UPDATE: Ah, sorry, I have accidentally hit publish before scheduling. So this is Friday's post a couple of days early. Oops.

So the governments of the world have decided that the Avengers can't run around destroying stuff without supervision anymore because people were getting killed. Iron Man actually thinks this higher authority is a good idea because people have been killed directly due to his actions, but Captain America thinks they'll be held back from doing what needs to be done. They both gathered their teams and faced off, and a civil war has started. 

Now I don't usually give a rating for movies because it's just not something I do, but I'd give this movie 6/5 stars because jabberwockies, this movie was perfect. 

First of all, unlike Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice the reason why Iron Man and Captain America were fighting actually made sense. They both had really valid points. You must control weapons of mass destruction (because let's face it, that's what the Avengers are) but in doing so you're going to hold them back at times. If you don't accept limitations, then are you any better than the bad guys? What if the people controlling the Avengers had agendas and were wrong sometimes (as we see with Bucky)? WHAT DO YOU DO THEN?? There was no clear answer, and both sides were right and wrong at times which made it all the more interesting because you didn't know how it was going to end. 


The characters were all near, if not at, their best. Everyone was conflicted and afraid and trying to figure out what the right thing was. What I loved was that when they were fighting one of their friends and got a good punch in, they'd go and ask if they were alright because even if they were on opposite sides, they were still friends. Captain America and Iron Man were both amazingly conflicted, while Vision and Scarlet Witch had a great dynamic, especially because they were both afraid of what they could do. Hawkeye was hilarious, Black Widow had some great action moves going on and Black Panther was just so darn cool. Guys, Bucky and Falcon were the best thing in the world. They had like two scenes together and they were utterly hilarious and had me cheering the whole time. Despite having more characters than The Avengers, most of the minor characters felt real and not like cardboard cutouts in the slightest. It never felt bloated or stuffed. 

The action sequences were the best. It was just great. Explosions and so much hand-to-hand fighting, cool movies, an awesome car chase, just everything you could have asked for. There was one point in the movie (the airport scene) where I was seconds away from crying from the pure awesomeness of the movie. (I am not even kidding. Seconds away from it, I tell you. The tears were building up and everything.) The only thing I would have wanted to change was a little bit of the camera work. It was often a little shaky and made it hard to tell what was going on, especially during the action sequences. 

The tone was just great, too. It was slick and dark and heartbreaking but uplifting and funny at the same time. It never got too dark (*cough* Batman vs. Superman *cough*) but you could never forget what was at stake. Typical to Marvel films, whenever there was a dark moment, someone told a joke to lighten the mood. 


And finally, last but certainly not least, Spider-Man. HE WAS JUST PERFECT!!!!! If you will recall, Spider-Man is my favourite superhero because, well, I did a whole post on it, but basically because he's funny and has great banter and he's a nerd who just tries to do the right thing, even though it often comes at a great personal cost. And I really need to find out who was responsible for Spider-Man in this film because I really want to give them a giant hug. Not only did the actor finally fit the character perfectly, but I love the way they portrayed him as a high school student trying to balance saving the world with his homework. His fighting style was amazing, his banter was perfect and he was fascinated with everything (he asked Falcon if his wings were carbon fibre while fighting him). As a fan who has constantly be let down in the past, I'm happy to say that Spider-Man has made it home. 

So congratulations, Marvel. I think this was the best movie you've made yet. 

Have you seen the movie yet? Are you planning on it? What do you think about Tom Holland as Spider-Man? Is anyone else dying from the awesomeness of it like I am?