Saturday, January 29, 2011

Well. I'm Angry.

  Yeah, yeah, I know, Dad. When am I ever not angry? But this is not just angry, my blog-reading friend. This is serious angry. This is not-fun angry. This is can-only-be-worked-out-by-listening-to-the-Offspring's-"You're-Gonna-Go-Far-Kid"-very-loudly-multiple-times-on-a constantly-repeating-loop-angry.
  And do you want to know why I'm so angry? Why I'm so gut-punchingly angry? Why I'm soul-out-my-mouth angry? And no, it's not for the reason I vomited up all my soul juice on my Dude Do NOT Bleed on the ElDo page, so do you really wanna know? You sure? Okay, I warned you. Sicko.
  Because I AM A JINX.
  Yeah, yeah, I know, you non-superstitious people, jinxes don't exist. Well, I don't care to hear your opinion on this right now, so why don't you go take your Doubters of America hat and shove it up your... 
  Oh. Bad writer. Very bad writer. I almost did something...regrettable there. Could you tell? 
  Sorry. Kind of.
  Anyway, I am just as much of a jinx as Friday the thirteenth. I mean it, too. Like Greg Mendel, that bored monk in Australia or wherever who had all the pea plants--I'll start paying attention in Biology, I promise--, I have data to back my findings up. Lots and lots of it. 
  Jinx One: My Stories 
  I like to write (can you tell?). I want to be published some day. I know I have a way to go yet, so I ask my friends to read my stuff for me and tell me what they think. Well, I did. Not anymore. You'll see why next.
  Disclaimer: None of these friends were foreign exchange students. I did not know they were going to move before I let them read my stuff. Doubt me if you will. It's true. 
  • N: The first to read my stories. Read three before her dad got a job transfer all of a sudden and moved them out-of-town out of the clear blue sky
  • C: The second. Read three, as well. The same three, now that I'm realizing. Oh, God. Dad got a job transfer as well. Moved to same new town N did, albeit before she did, by a few weeks, give or take. Hmm...
  • T1: Read a long story, and then multiple short ones (N and C all read long ones). Was supposed to move but didn't (wait, it gets better). Read a couple more. Moved. Out of state. Read part of one I sent her accidentally over e-mail, before it was finished. Moved to yet another state. (All different than N and C)
  • T2: Read two long stories. Wasn't moving last I saw her, before summer break. I came to school this year: She's gone. Of course
  • A: Read about half a short story on the bus home over a few weeks (what? It's a short ride, and she gets headaches). Wasn't moving. Moved over the summer
  And this was all over THE SAME YEAR.  
  Jinx Two: TV shows. 
  Me and my dad and basically my whole family are the same way (is being a jinx genetic?). Every time we like a show, it gets canceled. Here's some shows that I've helped to axe, simply by watching it:
  • Unnatural History (Cartoon Network, 2010): The adventures of teenage Henry Griffin (who was played by a 24-year-old who actually did look like a high school sophomore/junior), who has apparently been every place all over the world except a normal high school. His anthropologist parents send him to live with his uncle Brian and cousin Jasper, and he befriends the smart, pretty, totally awesome Maggie Winnock ("What I Like About You," indeed). His parents sent him to D.C. to keep him out of trouble. So what the heck do you think he's going to find there but that? Still, if it had to end after just one season, they wrapped it up pretty nicely, I think, considering that it was just supposed to be the season finale (don't you hate when they do that to you?); no cliffhangers or anything like that. So that was pretty nice. Plus, the ending itself was pretty sweet (and I mean sweet like nice, not sweet like cool). Although, the ending is passport-stamped with a pretty ironic "To Be Continued!" Wonder if they'll take that off if they ever release the danged thing on DVD? (Like the Facebook page for that, please! Jaggy--Jasper-Maggie-Henry--MUST live on!) 
  • Human Target (FOX, 2010): I've written about this before. Extensively. So I'll spare you a base plot here. (Go check out my other page if you're somehow still lost) And while technically it's not canceled yet, the axe is poised to fall. (And yes. I will cry. And I cried for UH. Just sayin'.) And I believe this is because I like it. Well, me and my family. And a friend I turned onto it...T1, the one who was supposed to move but didn't, and then moved twice. Oh. I see where this might be going. Hey. At least this got a season two. And someday, when it's all I have, I might learn to like Ilsa. Or at least tolerate her. 
  Nah.
  Sure, maybe there's only two, but isn't that enough? It's getting bad. Real bad. I might have to go live in a cave away from the rest of society now, I am such a jinx. Might as well go find a cave to live in. 
  Hey. At least with a cave, they don't charge you to have pets. Do they?
  Well, I'm a jinx. With my luck, they will.
  

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