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I don't know if anyone is interested in this, but I have a blogger account in which I review books online from Amazon. There's only two reviews up there now, (however I do have much more than that....I won't be posting those on there, however. We'll just say - they're not the best quality and, well, kind of lazy).

The link is here: http://literarycriticisms.blogspot.com/

I hope that by doing this, I can send in a "profile" basically of my writing to local newspapers and perhaps be hired as a freelance book reviewer. (That sounds so romantic and dangerous...but I'm sure really isn't. I'm sure it's just the "freelance" part.) I want the extra cash in the summer and don't hope that making salads (I work at a Saladworks close by) will be constituting the majority of my paycheck.

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Second chapter up! Yay!

God, it was more work than I intended. Also, why can't I write this at any other time than during class period?


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Well, I've been feeling pretty productive today. For one, I've studied for the Ap English Exam

I've also nearly finished painting for a storefront called Let's Bounce Around. And, boy am I glad I am. This project's been going on in some shape, way, or form for nearly 6 months! I'll post some pictures. Of course, it's not completely done: I need to remove the tape and do some touch-ups. Also, my sisters managed to dance all over the darn thing in their bare feet and dirty it up! Oh well, I'll just go over it again.

Disclaimer: I did not come up with the designs. They're shit and I think pretty freaking creepy. But , I just paint what I'm told. And also, it didn't take me 6 months to paint it. I was given about 12 different measurements and wrongly-cut boards. The guy's an idiot - but he is a sincere idiot. A sincere idiot willing to pay!

Also, I'm sure something like this looks good for college.

Damn! That's blurry!

Just finished this about...6 minutes ago.

Also, I've typed up about seven more pages of my Magica/Gladstone story. Next chapter's almost done!
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For all of those out there that would like to know the latest ongoings of my e-mail, yes - I have been keeping up with my Spanish penpal. Unfortunately, I use to have three - now there remains only two.

And then there were none.

Sorry, I just have to throw out cheesy literary references at the most inappropriate times. Also, I've started snooping around with my Graduation Project (for shorthand, we'll just call it GP. Although, perhaps by typing all of this in parenthesis, I've negated the effects of writing it in shorthand. Oh bugger, I'm just digging myself in deeper now, aren't I?). Anyway, I've always wanted to apprentice under a local artist which is perfect seeing as how one of the topics is Career Exploration. I've found out that there does exist a local art league around here and have come into contact with most if not all artists there. Most of them (as expected) told me that they were to busy over the summer to be involved, but I have gotten a few tentatively positive replies! Yay!

Also, I've written another (godamned) DuckTales story - thanks to the effusive amounts of free time I get in my World History seeing as how my teacher loves to dole out hour long personal diatribes.  Yeah, and the story is Magica x Gladstone. ...Does that even exist? Still a bit apprehensive about uploading that one.

I'm going to stop typing before this becomes a stream of self-consciousness.
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Okay, I admit it. I'm a total fangirl. And due to that, I have some pictures to present you pertaining to my latest duck adoration.

First up is Panchito Pistoles from The Three Caballeros. A quick note; I wanted to draw all of the characters realistically- it was a lot more fun that way. Oh, and you should all watch this movie if you have not already. Believe me, it's not what you think it'd be.

There's something magical about a rooster with a gun.

I don't know why José is so big. If you can't tell (I accidently cropped the picture a bit. It's no fun taking pictures with a digital camera - especially when your like me and can't keep your hands still for a moment) he's supposed to be perched atop a guitar and there is an umbrella hanging off of it.

Donald Duck. With maracas. Yep.

And my favorite of the bunch (although it came out blurriest); Scrooge McDuck. This one was most fun to do. However, I was sketching it in Chemistry class and I had a bunch of people come up and tell me that it was like the Penguin from Batman. I guess I can see that a bit but...huh?

So, yeah, I've partaken in the pimpage of one's Livejournal/fanart. All I can say is...finally!
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I feel productive today. Not only did I finally sign up for my calculus summer course for community college, but I've also gotten around to uploading not one, but two (count them two) Ducktales fanfictions.  Aren't I a busy bee?

Must Love Duck When an unlikely romance blossoms under the watchful gaze of Scrooge McDuck, not only are the two romantics faced with a dilemma, but the penny-pinching McDuck is too as he faces the uncertainties of love.

O Seu Amor Donald plans to ask Daisy the question, but his friends have plans of their own.

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Well despite your overwhelming amount of help (ie: nada), I've written my own review to D.F. Whipple's novel, Snooker Glen.

Of course, I have an obligation seeing as I'm his friend and all. But I'm quite unsure as to how to write a review (at least in my own opinion). So, as I post it on Amazon.com, I was wondering if any of you would read over this and see that I'm not too obvious in my admiration for this man or harsh. If I'm too easy on him, it would look like he told me to write it (which he did, but that's besides the point). If I'm too  harsh, it'll make the book look bad and people may reconsider - and yes, the reviews actually do matter. Last time I posted, his sales went up; at least so far as he told me.

Also, I realize that this paragraph has horrible punctuation abuse. So, anyway, here it is:

D.F. Whipple has demonstrated once again that not only is he an impeccable eyewitness of the human condition, that not only is he an accomplished author deserving of great merit, and that not only can he compose a craftily arranged story of wide, multi-faceted themes, but he can do it all with a subtle grace that belies the great intensity broiling beneath the depths of his work.

I must admit, as a high school student greatly interested in the literary arts, I am left with a feeling hardly assessable after reading a Whipple book. The characters, ideas; the tale itself seems unable to lie contently within the pages that Whipple has so masterfully filled. There is not a word that appears haphazardly thrown in or written in as "padding". The characters lives don't end by the time one has read through to the back cover. Nor were they started on the first page; instead one gets the feeling that we are merely the observers of these people's lives who we can only begin to grasp. As in his previous novel, the story is never brought to a conclusive end. This comes not through any lack of lucidity on the author's part: no, indeed this arises more to the fact that what Whipple has constructed within the three-hundred odd pages is a large, allegorical mirror upon which we are to view ourselves.

Yes, there are the more universal themes here dealing with immigration that never fall to bland assumptions, conclusions, or otherwise clichéd and stereotyped ends. However, where some readers may not connect to such global themes (which remains unlikely - Whipple allows no connection, large or small, communal or individual to remain insignificant; we as readers are shown the impact of our moral obligations through his characters on a both a restricted and wide scale) he sticks to situations on which we all can connect: what mother has not fretted over the well-being of her own children? When have people not been incited to anger when an outside threat closes in?

It is interesting to note, though, that the truth becomes most clear in the character's greatest struggles. These "scenes" - if you will - usually involve an almost dream-like, hallucinatory sequence of events. It appears that Whipple is trying to tell us that we (as human creatures) have known the truth all along but do not reach realization until our doubts, our self-imposed trials, choke out all other knowns and only the ultimatum - that thing which we so try to ignore - becomes clear even (or especially) as all else falls apart.

Any of those who have read Whipple's first novel, Shadow Fields, will recognize such masterful tactics. You will not be disappointed with this great selection; not only does it display a wide range of interests (the setting is almost completely removed from the large corporations dominating his early novel) but it also documents a maturing style of this author who so far has only demonstrated genuine enthusiasm and skill for his art. Not to discredit his early work by any means, but I left this one feeling more satisfied with the depth with which he explored his world. If any of you are to recall my previous review, you would find this to be a nit-pick of mine (I wouldn't call it a complaint, I enjoyed that book far too much to have a complaint). This time around, however, I left a very satisfied, very thoughtful reader.

And I left, perhaps, just a little bit more interested and compassionate about my fellow man. When a book can do that to you, you most certainly know you have something a little bit more than a "fireside read" on your hands.

I highly recommend this book to any and all interested. I even recommend it to any who may not be interested; you will be surprised at how easily you will slip into the world of Snooker Glen and how very hard it is to leave it.
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After looking at this:


I have a sudden urge to go to the school library and find every damn book on osmosis I can find.I 

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I know that what I'm about to ask is of a slightly devious nature, but it is in the interest of my one good friend, so I feel that my kharmic (sp?) energy is roughly equaled out.

Anyway, would any of you be so kind as to leave a good, 5-star review on this book? The reviews actually do effect the sale of the book and this one is proving to be less popular than his other one. He's also looking to self-publish his third novel in the upcoming weeks and could use the funds.


And while your at it, why not leave a good review on his other book, Shadow Fields?


I would be much obliged if any of you were to take the time to do this. Of course, this is only a request, there's no hard feelings if this isn't done.
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¡Tiene una amigo de Español! Lo digo un "pen pal" en íngles.

Anyway, they're totally awesome and really, really like English (just like me!). They're more adept in my tongue, then most people here! I talk to her in Spanish, she corrects me, then she responds in English. I correct her and give her some tips about American culture. Apparently, people over in Spain think America is the land of Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n Roll.

So, no point to this post except bragging rights.

And, yes, my icon is strangely fitting.

¡Hasta más tarde, amigos!

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