Java Ain't No Coffee

This is a post about coding and programming so if you don't like that kind of stuff  and/or is really bores you and gives you a headache I won't blame you because I was like that until I started coding.

I started learning code and programing on Code Academy a couple months ago and I finished HTML and CSS so I'm doing JavaScript now. Let me just say, I can now appreciate the people who work on websites and such. Java is hard and learning it requires you to remember a lot of stuff. Actually I've been trying to use the Loki memory method to remember different attributes and variables. It has surprised me how much math is actually involved. But I can handle it, it's not difficult math at least.

I'm really excited to learn how to make stuff like web apps and write website code, but I know I'm pretty far away from that. But it's been fun being able to change certain stuff in code on my blog and my Tumblr page now that I know what I'm looking for.

Anyway just a random update on my ridiculous life.

Slan,
Courtney Elizabeth

Sherlock

So I have been watching BBC Sherlock when it airs in America on PBS. (I know I could have watched it online a month ago, but I decided to wait since it will be a while till the next season comes out.) This show never ceases to amaze me. It stays unpredictable until the end, and keeps me on my toes. I've seen the first two episodes, (actually that makes me have only one left) and I love season 3. I don't have a favorite Sherlock episode, but this season is just amazing.


I'm really excited to see what happens in the last episode; everything is so happy now after the wedding it's going to get a little scary. It seems BBC likes to do that to people; make them feel really good about an episode and then give them one that makes everyone sit with their mouths open in shock for hours. (i.e Downton Abbey) I've been rewatching the episodes like two days after I see them, I always miss something important the first time through.


Anyhow just wanted to share my Sherlock-ness with the world. Unfortunately I'm not going to be able to watch the new episode Sunday due to the super bowl...I'm going to be at a church youth event at my best friends house. (Ironic, neither of us care about football at all, like we would totally be watching Sherlock and Downton instead.) So I'll have to watch it Monday via the net (PBS website).


That's all. (seriously I don't know how to end a blog post)

The Black Death

I am the last surviving member of the Edbourne family. I am left, at seventeen years of age, to fend for myself in this cruel, sad and ending world. It is funny, in an ironic way. Two sunrises ago, I had a family. A mum and a dad, a younger brother and an older sister. Within that short span of time, I have been made an orphan. I have no friends. The Black Death has taken everyone important to me, everyone I loved.

            I am in a church with a few survivors from our village. I don’t know why we have been spared. It doesn’t make any sense to me at all. Frankly, I would rather I was dead. I don’t want to live alone, or not alone, but with people I don’t know, that aren’t my family. The year is 1350. Most people in the surrounding villages are dead. Doctors are estimating that a third of the population is dead thoughout England. And I ask, “God, why don’t you end this disease?”

            As I lie on the cold floor of the church, looking up at the ceiling, I ponder what I will do. If I don’t die, (which seems most likely) I will probably end up being sent to work for some farmer by the pope of our church.  I really want to be a knight, but I know that dream is ridiculous. I am not even of a noble family. But perhaps, which so many dead…. Inwardly I kicked myself for thinking so darkly. It was cruel and wicked to use the deaths of so many for one’s personal gain. I had just heard one of the doctors rebuke a noble for talking so the other day.

            Rats run by me as I lay still. Stupid, stinking rats. They caused all this trouble to begin with. Mostly likely they are the ones causing this horrible disease. I kicked one of them as it ran by my feet, and it yelped, and ran into a corner. A girl scrubbing the floor on the other side of the room glared at me. I glared back. I didn’t see why I shouldn’t kick the rats. I sat up and pulled myself next to the wall.

            I rubbed the back of my head. My hair used to be past my ears, but I had to have it cut short. Apparently it was supposed to keep bugs out and somehow reduce the risk of infection. I like it, but it is different, and will take some getting used to. That must be why it was so itchy. I rolled my shoulders and rubbed my back against the wall.

            The girl scrubbing came over and looked at me critically. “How do you feel?”

            “Fine, why?”

            “Stand up and turn around.” I did so, confused.

            “Oh my God,” she said, “you have it.”

I wrote this last year for school. I know it's not very good, but I thought I'd post it anyway.