lately i’ve been doing wild things like learning how to code and make the computer bend to my will and do my bidding for me.
i’ve officially termed it my second step to conquering the world after creating a loyal cat army that follows me everywhere i go and raids libraries to bring me back all the stories.
but you already know all of this.
(from that time two posts ago when we spent a considerable word count talking about html and c++ and fun things and me wanting to give up sleep and food and everything that the mortals do in order to take up coding and physics-ing and blogging as a full-time life and do nothing else for the rest of my immortal existence)
recently i tried dragging myself through youtube’s html courses.
but i’m an opinionated olive who takes great joy in complaining about html being too looooooong and wordy and so commonplace when compared with the sheer magic of python or c++.
Continue reading “i spent three days coding a dipped in ink replica and my computer didn’t burst into flames or give up its old life to join the ravkan volcra!!!!”
i like to think that i’ve read a considerable amount of science fiction in my life.
two years ago, i spent an entire week of school evenings devouring the lunar chronicles and coming out the other end slightly angry because the hype lied and i could think up about 38163 better uses of my time. i’ve read three of the five books since and i’m wholly convinced it’s actually very lame (OK except maybe fairest. villain backstories are tragically irresistible even to fabulous beings (me) and i’m weak like that) (BUT SECRETS)
Continue reading “why you might want to drop everything and read about the martian who got left on mars (cosmos is such a pretty word)”
july was actually insanely weird.
mostly in that i vaguely recall still being in the first week of it BUT SOMEHOW WE’RE IN AUGUST AND I’M FAILING TIME AGAIN. (#rude)
but also because i very uncharacteristically spent most of it doing other kinds of ignoring-math-assignments shaped stuff that surprisingly DID NOT include reading and/or writing, which is possibly even more shock-inducing than my unkempt foreignness with time.
(AREN’T I FULL OF SURPRISES LIKE THAT)
i maybe one day successfully convinced myself that i’d grown bored of my smol blog looking the same since an entire year and another half and therefore needed to have new and shiny things thrown at it. so i did the throwing. which included creating the new featured image graphics (BECAUSE I’M NOT WASTING CHOCOLATE BY THROWING IT INSTEAD, DARNIT) you probably saw on the rambles section of this otherworldly phenomenon (aka dipped in ink) if you’re nice like that, or didn’t if you’re not. and changing up themes and habitually freaking out over the workings of the universe and such.
Continue reading “july inked on paper (farewell to the month of the ridiculous)”
i have this bad habit where i read the first chapters of books about 47645 times before moving on to read the rest of it’s entirety.
and it’s bad because i happen to be an interminable idiot who only does this to the books she likes and makes it her life mission to read every single book whose first-chapter she’s ever hated and see it until the end.
i don’t know, man. falling in love with books is scary because they take over my life and make me want to read them about a thousand times over and every other book i’ve ever read seems so dull and worthless in comparison. they make suing the world seem like such a fun prospect BECAUSE THE WORLD IS SO PLAIN AND BORING.
(why can’t we have monsters and star-covered girls named ilsa who fall in love with cats)
which is maybe why i run away from stories that promise greatness.
Continue reading “what happened when this savage song took the world by storm”
sometimes all the months go by in a blur of days and you’re left wondering how you landed in april in the first place.
it’s just the slightest bit surreal looking back over half-drafted february wrap ups when you should be working on one of the present month. it’s also ridiculous how we celebrated new years’ FOUR ENTIRE MONTHS AGO ALREADY.
but mostly you’re just a little busy freaking out over that latest post you drafted some two months ago but that you’re still burnt out from like you’d scrambled to finish it before your harshly self-imposed deadline of last night. after which you’re left wondering about how maybe something is wrong with your abstract perception of the universe and you’ve got the concept of time all mistaken.
(which, no offense, BUT YOU PROBABLY HAVE)
Continue reading “the olive’s #amcurrently update for the 30th of april || ft. the island where the volcra abandoned her and what she’s been doing (APART FROM WRANGLING OUT AN INTERNET CONNECTION FROM SAND-DENSE THIN AIR, OBVIOUSLY)”
i shall forever begrudge the simple fact that we don’t currently live in a world ruled by chocolate.
because then we wouldn’t forever be insearch of incredible stuff since it’d technically be handed out on a silver chocolate-made platter. LIFE WOULD BE PERFECT.
(except maybe for the time when we’d wish said universe would have been better off ruled by me instead, BUT SHH. we’re talking about chocolate currently)
january was a slightly ridiculous month wherein the world didn’t allow me to conquer it and the dragons in my backyard decided to burn it down as revenge.
Continue reading “january inked on paper || the perfect bookworm life would be one where all we did was eat books and sleep. WITH CERTAIN CHOCOLATE-FLAVORED OVERLOADS because chocolate is important for survival DARN YOU. (welcome to my world)”
decembers have the habit of being one of the most eventful times of year.
mostly because of all the vacations. vacations are the only times out-of-normal things deem it alright to happen. such as discovering magic inside cupboard spaces or having giants accidentally break open your hotel door and whisk you away to magiclands. or learning swordfighting with pen-shaped gifts from centaurs and going on road trips that shall change your life for the rest of time. discovering water to change the course of civilization. (they never had schools at the time. IT WAS AN ALL-SEASON VACATION. THE LUCKY BEANS) and running away from home and falling into a hole where monsters roam. WHICH ENDS WITH HAVING ALL YOUR BONES EATEN, YOU HEADLESS REVOLUTIONARY. (why are you always so dumb, bob)
Continue reading “december inked on paper || look at me being habitually rebellious and posting december recaps at a time that most other people save for those of the present month. HELLO I AM A REBEL.”
i have a memory of last year i keep thinking about a lot.
the last day of 2021. me being convinced i could become world ruler if i just POSTED MORE. and therefore putting up an entire timetable right above the desk where my computer usually sits. that place people sometimes use to hang up periodic tables and the like.
one of those post ideas included a goals list for 2022. people did it and i wanted to do it too.
you know. thinking back, i’m actually cackling in the quietest voice over how much i loved smol anoushka and her blatant inability to stick to plans.
because if she’d gone through with them, i would currently possibly have been in the middle of hiding under blankets from all the forgotten goals she’d made herself that day.
AND I’M ACTUALLY VERY GLAD I STILL GET TO HAVE A CHANCE TO QUALIFY AS QUEEN OF THE WORLD AND KEEP MY TITLE AS FABULOUS HUMAN.
Continue reading “welcome to 23 || wherein we create goals for the new year and casually proceed to forget all about them (BECAUSE WE MUST KEEP UP #HABITS DARNIT) ft. becoming queen of the dragons and other goals for 2023”
i currently have all the library books stacked around me on the bed, along with all the stolen ones from my sister’s stack.
(because what else do you keep sisters around for, am i right?)
basically, welcome to the world’s newest dilemma: THERE’S ONLY TWO DAYS LEFT AND I’M ONLY FOUR BOOKS AWAY FROM SMASHING MY 2022 READING CHALLENGE LIKE THE QUEEN THAT I CLAIM TO BE. BUT ALSO THERE’S FOUR BOOKS. AND ONLY TWO DAYS. it’s a problem.
THE WORLD IS CONCERNED.
(although, TECHNICALLY, it’s not. the concerned parties in question is only just me because LOOK. I WANT TO APPEAR QUEENLY AND WINNING = QUEENLY. i must be queenly)
(EXCEPT MY MUM MIGHT BE A LITTLE BIT CONCERNED TOO BECAUSE SHE DECLARES I MUSTN’T GIVE UP SLEEP. but it’s ok. I’VE BRIBED WITH CAKE*)
Continue reading “happy end-of-your-reading-challenge to all those celebrating BUT I STILL HAVE FOUR BOOKS LEFT and thus am not one of the celebrating parties || wherein i accidentally forget to sleep and read for 24 hours straight. and then inflict upon you all the details of my nightly escapades. YOU’RE WELCOME.”
welcome to that one time of the year when we’re forced to acknowledge all the dangerously real fact-shaped things lying in wait beyond the woods.
i’ll let you in on a secret. it’s a sad one. a possibly dark one. it might crush your soul SO BE WARNED AND DON’T SUE ME LATER.
there’s only eight days left. for the year to change again.
and it’s a sad truth. with all the crossed out corners in your notebooks where dates have been rewritten because you got the year all wrong. and forgotten ages and new things and failed reading goals and all the words in your head you never got around to writing.
Continue reading “the end of the year book tag (the 2022 version) || wherein people freak out over yearly changes AND PAST CONQUESTS THAT HAVE TRAGICALLY FAILED. also books. because there’s always books.”