How To Annoy Me

Eventually I may come up with lists on things that please me. Until then, you’re stuck with this. You’re welcome.

♣ This could just be me; hell, everything could just be me. I find it pompous that when someone is using slightly silly examples on a topic such as literature to show how it seems to have degraded over the centuries, you have to point out that the examples are beneath the topic. So I chose Twilight, Hunger Games and 50 Shades. Does it matter that the authors of Twilight and 50 Shades are not “trained in the field” of writing? Does it matter that Hunger Games is a Scholastic, Inc. book made for young adults? No. Why? Because my point was that these popular series are what’s being put out by mainstream. Gone are authors like Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, Harper Lee, etc. Literature has become all about pop-lit. Where did the art and intelligence go? Understand I am talking mainstream here, I know there are fantastic authors out there that are probably being smothered by the garbage coming out.

♣ Tell me it’d be best for me to change my stance on gun laws with only the reason that England has ¼ the homicide rate that America has. Don’t bother linking any actual data. This may or may not make a difference, but has it occurred to you that England is roughly ¼ of the size of America? Plus if you really want to break it down the percentage of guns used in our homicide rate, it is significantly low compared to other means.

♣ Tell an inmate on death row that you don’t believe humans should be executed. How, again, do you think he got on death row?

♣ Blame everyone for everything wrong in your life. You’re 32, what you suffer has everything to do with your choices as an adult. Especially talk a lot of smack about the person who’s done nothing but bend over backwards for you.

/End Rant.

I’ll Stick to Science, Thanks.

Silly sunny, funny Sarah. That’s me. Or one of the many, many parts of me.

I love to write. Not fiction, per se, but blogging and non-fictional stories. I would love to be a columnist like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City. Then I ran into a post. A post that happens to be freshly pressed that is a very well written piece. So it’s not the piece, but the topic of discussion and the conversations it sparks.

Literary Snobs.

Cover of "Great Expectations (Signet Clas...

Cover of Great Expectations (Signet Classics)

I loved all my English classes growing up and most of them were honors courses. It was my 8th grade English Honors teacher that introduced me to Edgar Allan Poe. She also gifted me Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. My 9th grade English Honors teacher delved into Of Mice and Men and To Kill a Mockingbird. These are only the ones I really remember. My high school Drama teacher of course gave me Shakespeare and more Shakespeare.

I was thinking of going back to school and getting an English degree. Now, now I am not so sure. It might have been different sitting in a classroom discussing how one describes a climax instead of reading the opinions of many in the comments, biting down hard on my tongue not to make a sexual innuendo. Tacky, especially when it’s thrown into your lap like that. They used the word ‘tension’ a lot.

You lost your climax?? You want me to help you find it?? What an invitation. Shouldn’t we sit down over coffee first and get to know one another a little better? I’m a classy lady.

People were fighting over where the climax was in The Hunger Games! Okay, fighting is a strong word. More like, “I think it was..” and, “No, actually it was…” and I was confused a bit if they were discussing the movie script or the actual literary piece. People cheat, a lot. I know lots of my “honors” classmates were working the cliff notes and movie versions. The kid seriously should have just gone into regular, would’ve been a lot easier for him.

I’ve grown accustomed to the science snobs. Probably because I am one. I excel in science; do not take this as a chance to quiz me as I have not been in academics since I was 19. Half a semester of community college. w00t! Who’s the smarty now?

Who knows, last I checked I fucking hate academics.

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Little Fun Fact: I’ve loved to read all of my life. In my second grade class we were asked to bring in a book to read during whatever time the teacher needed to catch up on paperwork (I was so onto her) and I had brought in with me “Scarlett” which was an estate authorized sequel to “Gone With the Wind”. The book is massive. I was a baller like that.

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