Tuesday, December 4, 2012

That's What She Interviewed!

Faerie Gazette

December 4, 2012.
Hey there, readers! 
I've recently had an interview with Bilbo, the hobbit. Bilbo is of the "hobbits" a race which are only half the size of humans. They also have very VERY hairy feet. He lives in the quaint community called Hobbiton, but lately he's been up to more than just sitting on his front porch, smoking his pipe. 
So, we went to find him. He was, again, finally, at his hobbit hole.

Hello, Bilbo. I'm Sara, from the Faerie Gazette. Would you mind answering a few questions for me? 

"Sure. I wouldn't mind a bit. Come on in and have a cup of tea. Do you smoke? Would you like to smoke with me?"

No thank you, tea would be nice though.

Bilbo's home (or Hobbit Hole, for that matter.) was very cozy. The ceilings were low, so I had to crouch to walk, but it was a comfortable home for someone who's three feet tall, I'm sure!

So, Bilbo, what was your Journey like? Was it scary at first?

"I was intimidated at first. I'm not a very adventurous person, so when a man comes to my door ans tells me to be his "thief", you don't just want to go ahead right away. I'm not a thief, I stay at home and smoke my pipe and watch the day pass by. Of course I was scared."

What was your favorite part of the journey for you?

"I enjoyed finding the Ring and being able to be invisible whenever I want. Can you imagine how many people you can save by getting past guards? I also like my sword... 'Tis my precioussss..."

What about the Battle of Five Armies? I heard that was intense.

"Oh, well I was the first to spot the Giant Eagles of the Misty Mountains and their leader, Gwaihir. I started yelling "the Eagles are coming!" to the rest of my crew..... only to be attacked by an enormus stone to my head."

Well, Bilbo, thank you so much for your time. And the tea, it's delicious!

And with that, I conclude my report. I think Bilbo is a very nice Hobbit (man?). Talk to you guys next week!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Fantastic.

Fantastic.

     Well for starters, using Harry Potter as a reference is not going to happen, no offense, I haven't read them, watched the movies, and don't plan to.
     
     We're reading The Hobbit  By J.R.R. Tolkien. I read it in fourth grade, as well. I don't think it's necessarily a bad book- but it's not my favorite genre. But in today's blog, I'm supposed to describe the fantasy elements., hence "Fantastic". Yay! (do you see the sarcasm?)
    
     First off, there's dwarfs. Short, stubby, big fluffy beards. Like Santa, in my opinion. Did I mention they're tubby?
    
     Then there's Gandalf, a wizard. Long beard, usually older. In this case, I can use Harry from Harry Potter as a comparison. Except, Harry is young and handsome and he has a funny scar on his face. There's a few differences there, dontcha think?
     
     There's Smaug, the dragon. When I think of dragons, I always think of the dragon in Shrek. You know, she mates with the donkey, and has cute little flying dragon-donkeys. They're so cute.  
     
     Bard, the human. Like the rest of us. It't that simple. No explaining to do here.
    
     I like Beorn, too. The man who can turn into a bear. It reminds me of Jacob Black in Twilight, the werewolf. 

     Last but not least, there's elves. they remind me of Santa, too. Or his elves, perhaps...



Thanks for putting up with my mindless rambling. Again,

-Sara(:<3

     

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Cinderella.

So, you have probably heard of the fairytale Cinderella. The evil stepmother, the ugly stepsisters, and losing her glass slipper. 
In this variation, The Hearth-Cat, there was a widowed schoolmistress with a plain young daughter. The daughter went home to ask her father to marry the schoolmistress, and he said if his daughter wore a pair of iron boots, when they rotted out, he would marry her. The mistress was pleased with this, and instructed her to wear them every day. One day, they started to fall to pieces. She told her father about it, and he married the mistress that day. When he was home, she was treated kindly. But when her stepmother was home, she was basically a child slave.
I think this relates to the original Cinderella to an extent, with the evil stepmother and being treated like a slave, having to do all of the house work. To me, the lesson is to not tell your father to marry your teacher. The same concept as our version- evil stepmother;and the father has no idea.

Cited:
Thomas Frederick Crane, Italian Popular Tales (London: Macmillan and Company, 1885), no. 9, pp. 42-47.

-Sara(:<3

Thursday, November 15, 2012

I'm currently reading the book Unwind by Neal Shusterman.

This image represents every person being themselves. No two people are alike, just like no two fingerprints are alike. 


This image represents.. Well it represents the title, Unwind.
I think this image represents when Connor is running from the Juvey-Cops. How much better can that be portrayed?

When someone is unwound, it is believed that they do not die, they just go to another "world" perhaps.

This represents kids' reactions when they find out they're being unwound. They don't want to go, they want to stay with their friends. Obviously not their family, they don't want them anymore.

This represents what I would do to my mother if she chose to unwind me.


This truck represents when Connor got a ride from a truck driver.


By Sara AND Jessie D.

http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/type0124.html

The Three Little Pigs.

So, we like (these) stories because... 
I like pigs. They're fat and adorable!
Plus these piggy stories really relate to our childhood, you know?
I had so many versions of them. The wolf blows the house down, blah blah blah. 
Yeah, exactly. And I love how two of the little pigs are always like, really dumb. I mean, who builds a house out of straw and sticks but doesn't even use GLUE?!
 Apparently them.. I'm BLONDE and I'm even smarter than that. I mean, come on!
Yeah, I know. A blonde is smart enough to not do that. I know if I were one of the pigs, I'd run to my smart sibling's house (the one with the bricks) and call animal control or the CIA or SOMETHING. Like, seriously!
If I was one of the pigs, I would have been the one who BUILT the brick house. (She's a BRICK..HOUSE! ...Sorry.) I lost my train of thought, thanks. Go on.
Sorry! But anyways.. I would definitely have a shotgun under my bed or whatever... Self defense!
The pig who cried wolf... Or is it the boy who cried wolf? What if your "self defense" was.. SLENDY? Not the wolf?
Oh my goodness I have a nerd crush on Slendy! Uh, back on topic... I don't think I'd be a pig. I'd probably be the wolf.. Only much smarter.
Really? Hmm.. Wolves are pretty smart, you know. I mean, one tried to eat my cat once.
Like, tried? Didn't succeed! But anywhooo... I think that's the end of our discussion. We like pigs, wolves are terrible at blowing things, et cetera.


-Sara
~Jessie

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Sabele, Goddess of Bubbles.

      In our English class, we were told to create a god or goddess, completely new. So, on that note, here we go!
      My goddess's name is Sabele. She is the goddess of bubbles. You know, when you were little, you blew bubbles with soap and water. They're very... pretty, I think. Her sacred animal is the giraffe, because she is eccentric, and she is said to have a very long neck, like a giraffe. Sabele does not fight. She believes that violence is not the answer, and she's too fragile to fight. She is, in a way like a bubble. You hurt her, she nearly pops. Sabele isn't like most gods, because many are able to fight without being injured or killed. Yes, gods are immortal, but she gets hurt very easily, like a bubble. 
      She is described to be very beautiful. Silky blonde hair, not too short, not too long. Beautiful hazel eyes. But what set her apart from many other goddesses was that she wasn't like a twig. She had a figure that was more desirable than being a size 0. Like the saying, "A woman without curves is like a pair of jeans without pockets... You don't know where to put your hands!" That was true for Sabele. 
      When people anger her, Sabele blows a magic (destructible only by her) bubble to lock them inside of until they can prove they are going to behave well enough to be let out. If they try to escape before their "sentence" is up, the bubble lets off an electric shock to them, putting them in full-on paralysis for a few hours. That ought to make them learn their lesson, eh?
      When Sabele was born, she came out of her mother, Komuco, goddess of glitter, in a bubble of glitter. That is why she is goddess of bubbles. Well, you might be wondering how a woman gives birth to glitter. Weird, right? Painful, you might think? Well I've got news for you, childbirth in general is painful. Anyway, it's said that the whole world saw Komuco give birth to Sabele because her "bubble" was so bright and brought everyone to her sight. And that is why she is so well known, for being so glittery and bubbly. Also, without her, there would be no such thing as bubbles. And without bubbles, everybody's childhood would be dull. Because bubbles are amazing and everyone loves bubbles.
-Sara(:
      

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Hello! My name is Sara. I'm the kind of person who does what I want, when I want. I like purple, but I like sparkles more. If you can't already tell, I'm random. Very random.
What are my hobbies? Singing, I enjoy singing a lot. I also like messing with people. You know, sneaking up on people and poking their shoulder, and watching them freak out when they don't know who did it. My favorite books are fiction, especially murder books. James Patterson is my favorite author. My favorite book series is The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
Music is my life. Well besides my friends. There is never a day where I'm not listening to music, or singing, or humming. Music is always on my mind, no matter what I'm doing. Always. I listen to country, Dubtep, rock, classic rock. Not rap, hip-hop, or 'pop'. I enjoy real music.
On lazy days, I watch TV. . . Long Island Medium, Desperate Housewives, and my favorite, Grey's Anatomy. 


Well there y'go, thats me! (;
-Sara