Is It Just Me?

I don't know how to say this, so I guess I'll just say it. I'm crazy. Like, seriously. I am weird. But I'm sure there are a few things we have in common...

April 8, 2015

Everything Weird

100 Just Because Way

Yes, Seriously 12345

Riya Kalra

1213 Why Does This Happen Street

Please, Stop 10203

Dear Everything Weird,

          There are a few issues I would like to address here. This first one has been going on for quite a while, actually. My hair does not always look good. Actually, it rarely ever looks good. But sometimes I wash my hair. And do you know when my hair looks the best? Right. Before. I. Wash. It. You have no idea how this drives me crazier than I already am. It makes me want to yank my hair out (pun intended). Okay. And then there's the problem with dreams. People always say a dream is what you're thinking about right before you sleep, or it's your future or something. I beg to differ. My dreams are the craziest. There is no possible way that my dreams have anything at all  to do with my day or what thoughts go through my head. Please fix this. ASAP. And lastly, the internationally recognized problems with siblings. Mine absolutely refuses to do anything. Until I start doing it! Then he pushes me off the chair, piano stool, tree, cliff, wherever I am, and then guess what? He doesn't do anything. Seriously? How about when he actually does something? Like watching shows no one has ever heard of on his iPad? Or playing the piano? Or just plain old shrieking his head off? Well, then I better have soundproof walls and noise-cancelling headphones to tune him out. Please fix these problems, which ail quite a large population.

Your frustrated friend,

Riya


PS - I still love my little brother! I mean, who can say no to that face? But let's not forget the moments where he is the most ANNOYING person on Earth! Just keep that in mind.



Note: This letter says April 8, because that's when I actually wrote it. I edited it and added all these notes on April 9. Just saying. 

Why Writing Blog Posts Is So Hard

My blog is a place for me to express my ideas and create a corner of the Internet that just screams "me".  And whenever I have an idea, I sit down at my laptop and start typing. But sometimes it is just so impossible to come up with ideas...

I'm not the kind of person who can come up with ideas when they need them. I don't find ideas — they come to me. And then sometimes those ideas go on vacation. For a really, really long time. They feel no pity for me, lying around, racking my brain for ideas. But they just refuse to return. Eventually, they trickle back into my head, and I start trying to choose between them. I realize how horrible these ideas are. They didn't deserve a vacation! But I have to choose one, so I do. And I write. And write. And write. Okay, so that idea wasn't so bad after all. But wait... ugh. Now I have to write a title. Google: Blog Title Generator. "Enter 3 words (preferably nouns) that your blog post is about." Well, how about "ideas", "books", "inspiration". 

Here are your titles: 

1. Why We Love Ideas (And You Should, Too!) 
2. What Will Books Be Like In 100 Years? 
3. 15 Best Blogs To Follow About Inspiration 
4. 10 Signs You Should Invest In Ideas 
5. 14 Common Misconceptions About Books

Yeah..no. 

Why we love ideas? Hey, we do not love ideas. At all.  What will books be like in 100 years? Um, holograms? I dunno... 15 blogs to follow? Well, that's okay, I guess. But where am I going to find fifteen  blogs solely about inspiration? And who has that kind of time, anyway? Okay....why would I INVEST in ideas? Misconceptions about books...they are written by people who have actual ideas?

AARGH! There they go again. No more ideas.

Well, my rant is over. This is why I don't write so often anymore. No more ideas. Zero. Zilch. Zip. Nada. 

Ciao for now!

— Riya

Picture source: serc.carleton.edu

The Impending Takeover of the Universe

Firstly, I apologize for not writing in, like, forever. I was selected from my school for the Alameda County Science Fair, and I also happen to be on one of the debate teams from the South Bay Debate League selected for the Nationals. So, I've been trying to keep up with all that work, and my blog was left neglected. Well, here's yet another vocab paragraph I hope you'll find amusing.

          NEWS FLASH: A terrible calamity has come to pass. We are now officially immersed in a sea of annoying siblings! Completely sane siblings are growing extremely sparse and in some cities, are extinct! Mentally capable older siblings and parents have tried, but they foundered in the whining, screaming, and wailing of their children. They wish they could simply throw them out like the refuse the children turn any house they visit into. These relentless maniacs will not desist from sucking your very soul out of your body. Soon, they will preside over the universe, and we will be superceded by monsters less than half our age. And these horrible creatures won't even have to try. They will be perfectly sedentary as the rest of us unfortunate souls scurry around in fear, doing their bidding.

7 Delicious Microwave Recipes to Satisfy Any Late Night Craving

Everyone needs a self-indulgent comfort food to keep them company. Here are seven easy microwave recipes to keep you company and satisfy any craving.

1. Chocolate Chip Cookie in a Cup

The classic chocolate chip cookie, new and improved. Whip one up all for yourself, in the microwave!

2. Nutella Mug Cake

The perfect 5-minute dessert for all you Nutella lovers!

3. Lemon Bars

Just plain lemony goodness... These might be good for a casual party or bake sale; they look fancy, but they're super easy to make!

4. Bacon

Bacon in a pan takes forever, and it's usually all gone in half the time it took you to fry it. So try this recipe for perfect microwave bacon!

5. French Toast

You can have this 2-minute French toast anytime of day to satisfy your sweet tooth. Add syrup to taste, of course.

6. Cinnamon Roll Mug Cake

These mug cakes are the greatest thing since sliced bread! Yet another delicious, warm, "cinnamony" mug cake. And it takes only 3 minutes!

7. Brownies

Chocolate indulgence, all yours in one minute! Literally.

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Well, enjoy your microwave desserts this weekend! :-)

Note: I do not own any of these images. Each one is from the site corresponding to the recipe.

Sorrow and Revenge — A Short Story

This is another one of those paragraphs I write for my English class. I know some of the vocabulary is too fancy for the piece, but I had to fit the words in somewhere! It also has a dark theme, which is different from my previous paragraphs. Enjoy!

          She peered out anxiously from the shadows. She heard loud, angry voices in the distance. The men were chasing after her brother, who was acting as a decoy while she escaped. Suddenly a gun shot followed by a bloodcurdling scream split the air. She ran, her feet pounding hard on the cement. Tears and mud streaked her face as she turned the corner. It started raining, adding to the gloomy milieu. Her legs burned with pain as the rain drenched her. Her wet hair whipped her as she ran furiously, never slowing. Her brother was dead. A calamitous accident had killed her parents just a year ago, and now she was on the run, escaping the cause of her pain. The only family she had left now was her aunt, who was shiftless but extremely cruel. Her aunt's goons we after her, while her aunt basked in her own filth back in her luxurious mansion. She turned into a deserted alleyway and ducked behind a trash can. It was raining heavily now, and she pulled some old newspapers around her to try to keep warm. She thought of how her mother used to be so pert and positive, but now her memory only brought sadness and regret. She tried to distract herself by digging through the trash can, but she found nothing to appease her voracious appetite. She leaned against the cold wall in despair. She slid to the ground, fondly remembering her parents and her brother, the warm meals they used to share, and the stories her father often regaled them with. Her brother's strange quirks used to drive her crazy, but she missed them now that he was gone. All at once, she snapped out of her reminiscing when she heard a loud yell. Deep voices approached. Tall figures blocked the dim light from the street. She held her breath and pressed herself against the wall. These men were dangerous, especially because they were brave. It wasn't gallantry; rather it was a fear of nothing. As soon as they were after someone a long chase always ensued. Their victims never escaped. The men advanced into the alley. She froze, listening. Then she saw them. They stepped in front of her. She heard one of the men cackle menacingly. They were quite overbearing, and she shrank back in fear. The accident flashed through her mind. The smiles, the laughter, then, the next moment, the crash and the blood. The tears began afresh, flowing down her cheeks, fast and warm. She was going to avenge her parents death. She stood up. A man fired at her. She ducked, and the bullet tore through the wall behind her. She raised her fist and punched the man closest to her, hard. He reeled back in pain. The men fired their guns, She grabbed the metal lid of the trash can, and, using it as a shield, kicked someone in the shin. She thrashed and flailed angrily, hitting everything in her way. She knocked the revolver out of one goon's hand and drove him to the ground. Suddenly, all was silent. She gazed upon the dead men around her. Then she turned on her heel and walked out into the street. 

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