Seriously! What a Great Blog Award

      Well, I can sure say that I did not expect to get one of these things again so soon. But, hey, I'll take it. It's a shiny, purple award with fancy doodles I can stare at. For the record, I'm fond of purple.

So, without further ado, the rules:

1. Nominate ten people. (probably not going to happen because, quite frankly, I have stuff to do and can't think of ten people)
2. Answer le amazing questions.
3. Thank the blogger who gave thee the award. (Thank you ever so much, Amanda, dearie)
4. Notify le poor and agonized bloggers that thee nominated of their social success in receiving this prestigious award.

Sounds simple enough. Onto the questions.

1. The job you want to have?

Well, as should be fairly obvious, I wish to write. And be published. And have a fair amount of success, but the first two should be just adequate. Though, other than writing, I'm looking into going into the publishing business and/or marketing. However, it is a side plan to buy houses and rent them. Muahahaha.

2. Favorite singer/band?

You do realize that this is impossible for me to answer, right? My tastes are quite eclectic. However, I've listened to a lot of K-Pop lately. Don't read me wrong: There's more to it than Gangnam Style. Some of my favorites include Mr. Simple by Super Junior, I'm a Loner by CNBlue, and Goodbye, Hello by Girls' Generation.

3. Favorite chocolate or sweet?

Hey, I've got no qualms here. It's CHOCOLATE. AND SUGAR. I'LL TAKE WHATEVER YOU'VE GOT. *coughs* I really like Butterfingers, though.

4. Three words to describe you?

What? Only three? Weird, scary (HA. You only think you're scary, Kelsey), insane. There.

And with that fair ending, let's see who I can come up with to pass this off on. . .

Gah. I don't have time to come up with people. I've got to get ready to go somewhere in a bit and I'm behind and probably shouldn't be blogging. But, hey, I'm a procrastinator. I'm just doing what I do. 

Anyone who wants this? It's up for grabs. Have fun and feel free to post the link to your post in the comments!

Going Social!

Today marks a momentous occasion for JSU. Hold your breath. Oh, who am I kidding. I said it in the title.

We've gone social!

That's right. You can now find yours truly on Facebook and Twitter. Feel free to follow me @JSUBlog and  http://www.facebook.com/justsimplyuniqueblog for all your amazing updates. Though I might end up having a tendency to also just ramble about writing articles and book giveaways on Twitter. . .

Zat's all for now!

Happiness

It's come to my attention that most YA protagonists these days are . . . well, sullen. Sullen, quiet, angsty, unhappy-and-not-afraid-to-show-it, etc. So I'm wondering: Do happy or cheerful seeming characters even exist in the YA department?

 I have no problem finding smiling faces when reading MG. Quite frankly, those books are essentially lighter, less dramatic, and--excuse my grammar--funner. Not saying that YA isn't fun. It's just it's own kind of fun. But what happened? Get a few years older and then suddenly we're engulfed by angsty, depressing, know-it-alls?

 Which brings me to my main point: Why can't we have happy characters? Or at least some characters who seem happy. After all, our characters must always have problems, thereby making them unhappy, but can't we have a character who likes to smile and wave at the neighbors as they pass by? Possibly stop to sniff the unscented, but blooming lantana?

 For example: A character could seem like the epitome of cheerfulness on the outside, but a mess on the inside. What if people saw the monster (not specifically being literal here) he/she really was? What if the character was sick of hiding who they are and how they really feel, but doesn't know how to stop pretending?

 Why do characters always have to be black clouds of utter depressingness?

 The point I need to make up for this? Uh . . . don't feel like your character has to be depressing because everyone else's are. Okay. Rant over. Peace out.

 Also, if you know of any happy peppy characters, don't hesitate to she'd the light on me and allow me to join the thousands of happy peppy people and buy a bottle of vitameatavegamin today.

-K.G.

I'm Baaaaaaack!

      I am SO sorry I vanished! Life just got really crazy all of a sudden. However, I have rearranged my schedule, thereby meaning that I have more time to blog. You have no idea how happy this makes me.

Well, since I've been gone, I've been thinking. Some mornings I just can't come up with a writing topic at all. Which is frustrating beyond belief and oftentimes makes me decide to . . . to not blog. . . So I've come to the determination that I need to loosen the reins a little. Don't take this wrong: I'm not quitting writing about writing. Writing is my love. I can't just give up writing about that. All I'm saying is that I might get a little more adventurous and post about other topics as well. But mostly writing.

That okay?

Also, I'd like to announce that I'm going to be starting up some contests in the next couple of months! I'd like to see if anyone's interested first. Also, prize ideas? What would y'all be interested in receiving?

Other accomplishments since I've been gone include:

• Learning how to use chopsticks.
• Trying Foh for the first time. Otherwise known as Vietnamese soup?
• Learning how to use Twitter. Very daunting.
• Looking for a job. Because, quite frankly, getting one sounds nice.
• Looking up colleges and scholarships. Prices for just the community colleges out of state are crazily high. How shalt I ever survive?
• I wrote stuff on my hand. A resolution I made for the year. I wanted to write something on my hand. After all, why not make your resolutions fun?
• Drank a sip of apple cider vinegar. *coughs* Also a resolution. I don't know why.
• And I did something else. Not sure what it was. Quite frankly, I don't remember.

I've also written some poems lately which I was told were good, but I thought were immensely stupid. 

Of flippant nature,

Is he of the tall-ish ears,

Insolent is he.

The invocation,

That which the small provide him,

Only gives him ill.

He is byzantine,

Belligerent and stupid.

His lesson is hard.

Will the boy at all,

Learn the lesson that he needs,

To live and survive?

I can't possibly see how that was good. I'm just happy it didn't turn out morbid or anything. I have this thing for basing my poems and songs off of my story ideas and. . . Typically the morbid or depressing ones. . .

What's been up with you all?

-K.G.