{"id":815,"date":"2024-10-27T19:01:58","date_gmt":"2024-10-28T00:01:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/?p=815"},"modified":"2024-10-28T18:35:02","modified_gmt":"2024-10-28T23:35:02","slug":"happy-monster-high-week-2024","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/index.php\/2024\/10\/27\/happy-monster-high-week-2024\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy Monster High Week 2024!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Happy Monster High Week 2024! I went with Operetta, Spectra, Frankie, and Abbey this year. I think I freakin&#8217; nailed it, if I do say so myself. For Abbey, I wore the cardigan thing I made last year for the first time! It is so cozy and soft. I love it so much. I actually made it with Clawdeen and Abbey in mind. I was inspired by Clawdeen&#8217;s jacket and Abbey&#8217;s colors. It looks good! I&#8217;m quite proud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-1 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"905\" height=\"1207\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-1-edited-1.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-887\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-1-edited-1.png 905w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-1-edited-1-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-1-edited-1-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 905px) 100vw, 905px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"909\" height=\"1212\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-2-edited-1.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-888\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-2-edited-1.png 909w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-2-edited-1-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-2-edited-1-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 909px) 100vw, 909px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Operetta<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"947\" height=\"1262\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-3-edited-1.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-889\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-3-edited-1.png 947w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-3-edited-1-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/operetta-3-edited-1-768x1023.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 947px) 100vw, 947px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-2 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"914\" height=\"1219\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-1-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-865\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-1-edited.png 914w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-1-edited-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-1-edited-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 914px) 100vw, 914px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1042\" height=\"1389\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-2-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-866\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-2-edited.png 1042w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-2-edited-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-2-edited-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1042px) 100vw, 1042px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Spectra Vondergeist<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"812\" height=\"1083\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-3-4-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-874\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-3-4-edited.png 812w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-3-4-edited-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/spectra-3-4-edited-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 812px) 100vw, 812px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"886\" height=\"1182\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/frankie-1-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-878\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/frankie-1-edited.png 886w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/frankie-1-edited-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/frankie-1-edited-768x1025.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 886px) 100vw, 886px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"934\" height=\"1245\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/frankie-2-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-879\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/frankie-2-edited.png 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https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/frankie-3-edited-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 844px) 100vw, 844px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-4 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"855\" height=\"1141\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-1-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-884\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-1-edited.png 855w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-1-edited-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-1-edited-767x1024.png 767w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-1-edited-768x1025.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 855px) 100vw, 855px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"961\" height=\"1281\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-2-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-885\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-2-edited.png 961w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-2-edited-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-2-edited-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 961px) 100vw, 961px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Abbey Bominable<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1005\" height=\"1341\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-3-edited.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-886\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-3-edited.png 1005w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-3-edited-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-3-edited-767x1024.png 767w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/abbey-3-edited-768x1025.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1005px) 100vw, 1005px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-5 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:60%\">\n<p>I am sick of philosophy. So sick of it. I just want to live, man. I don\u2019t want to question every single thing in my life. I don\u2019t want to feel immoral for existing <em>without<\/em> questioning everything, dude. And yeah, I <em>know<\/em> this is technically a philosophical outlook in itself. I KNOW. SHUT UP! I <em>do not <\/em>care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have about two more weeks left of my philosophical class, and thank goodness. I am so freaking done with it. I\u2019m sure my classmates are happy\u2014I talk less (smile more) in class because I just do not have the bandwidth to <em>think<\/em>. ENOUGH THINKING!!!! We must put a stop to it!!!!!! It\u2019s gone too far!!!!!!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I miss math. I miss when things had right and wrong answers. I miss when there was a set path to get those answers. I love writing, and language, and nuance, etc. etc., but I miss math. I miss when things made sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With this said\u2026 I will now be getting philosophical. Guys. Shut up. Listen. I thought we were going to talk about this stuff in class, but then we didn&#8217;t, so I&#8217;m going to talk about it now.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-vertically-aligned-center is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignright size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"506\" height=\"752\" src=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/related-searches.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-847\" style=\"width:249px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/related-searches.png 506w, https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/related-searches-202x300.png 202w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 506px) 100vw, 506px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">why the hell is this a related search. who did this<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Imagine we lived in a world where androids were not only part of our lives, but <em>common<\/em>. As common as dishwashers; not everyone has one, but a lot of people do. Notice the word \u201chas.\u201d Androids are something that you buy and own. But they act like humans. They feel anger, joy, sadness, regret, maybe even love. They sing and dance. They work. They create. They destroy. And of course, they look like humans. There\u2019s only very faint markers of otherness that you have to be diligent to catch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What would be the separator of humans and androids? Would it be the robotic insides? What if cyborgs and robotic prosthetics also existed? At what level of robot parts do you stop being human? What if the androids got more realistic with every new model? At what upgrade do you become human? What does it mean to be human? Does it matter?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I like thinking about this hypothetical world a lot. I would like to make it a full-fledged story one day, but for now it just exists in fragments scattered throughout my notes, including this one. If you\u2019re wondering my thoughts about it all, I think the final question I asked is the most important. If we lived in a world with androids, would it matter who was human and who wasn\u2019t? Probably, but nonetheless, I like to think that we&#8217;d coexist. Maybe your robotness would be just another trait you\u2019d have; something else to add to your dating profile, alongside your age and height. Unfortunately, like every other trait, it would be scrutinized, and perhaps even discriminated against, but alas, such is life. Maybe <em>that\u2019s<\/em> the true human experience. Nahhh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If you want to get deeper into this philosophical debate, and if this pertains to you, ask yourself: Could you fall in love with an android? I could, I think. The only thing is, could an android love me back? I think it\u2019s extremely possible, but how would I know if it truly loved me or if it was just programmed to? What does it mean to truly love someone? How do I know <em>anyone<\/em> truly loves me and it\u2019s not just chemicals in their brain or an evolutionary feature telling them so? Does it matter?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Just a little something to think about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-background\" style=\"background-color:#ffd000\"><strong>HOUSE SEASON 7 SPOILERS<\/strong>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am on season seven of <em>House<\/em>. That\u2019s season seven out of eight, by the way, so we\u2019re nearing the end! How bittersweet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>House and Cuddy are officially an item, and honestly, I don\u2019t hate it. Their flirtatious shenanigans that have plagued the entire series were never my favorite part of the show, and the romantic subplots still remain low on my priorities list, but now that they\u2019re actually together, I don\u2019t mind them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>House is no longer using Vicodin, which has chilled him in a way. He\u2019s still very much House, but I would say he\u2019s less selfish and cruel. It\u2019s been established many times before that Cuddy is the immovable object to House\u2019s unstoppable force\u2014she\u2019s the only one willing and able to put a stop to his madness, and he actually listens to her. Sometimes. Now, of course\u2026 Wilson is also kind of like this\u2026 but to the left. Four words: House\u2019s head, Wilson\u2019s heart. They make up one person, dude. Are you hearing me? So, yeah, no, House and Cuddy\u2019s relationship has not made me believe Hilson any less. It\u2019s just made me believe in Hudson (House\/Cuddy\/Wilson; ship-name certification pending) more. They all balance each other out. It works, your honor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Editor&#8217;s note: They broke up and House is back on Vicodin.  Welp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They finally changed the intro to discard Cameron (bye bye Cameron) and include Taub and Thirteen. Except now Thirteen has completely disappeared and I have no idea if she\u2019s coming back. So what was the point in doing that\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They have a new doctor, Masters, replacing her. I love Masters. Raise your hand if you love Masters. She reminds me of Cameron in the early seasons, given her dedication to honesty and aversion to malpractice, but I like her personality a bit more. She\u2019s more, como se dice, twee? Quirky? Whatever it is, I enjoy her. She\u2019s SUPER committed to telling the truth at all times, which often makes her annoying, but I respect a woman who sticks to her morals. And she\u2019s so nerdy, I love. If I recall correctly, she\u2019s still a med-student, but she is a prodigal med-student, so she\u2019ll get a really smart idea, but the other fellows will be like, \u201cYeah, but everyone knows that doesn\u2019t happen in real life.\u201d She\u2019s just so me. She\u2019s so knowledgeable and yet so inexperienced. It makes for good moments. I\u2019m theorizing that she\u2019s going to get a bit romantical with Chase, which is fine. I actually kind of like it. Inexperienced x experienced (double-entendre), neurotic x chilled, nerdy x cool. I can get into this. Oh, now I feel weird saying she\u2019s so me. Whatever, if I\u2019m projecting myself onto her and want her to get with Chase, can you blame me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let\u2019s talk about Taub for a moment. Taub is <em>such<\/em> an interesting character, oh my god. I know I haven\u2019t talked about him too much, but I love him. He\u2019s a horrible, loser man, but also self-aware and apologetic about it. UGH. Taub, you son of bitch you. He and his wife called it quits, finally. I loved their whole, \u201cWe shouldn\u2019t be with each other, but I love them, and I don\u2019t know how else to live,\u201d arc, but enough was enough, guys. Now Taub\u2019s living with Foreman. House has begun calling them Bert (Foreman) and Ernie (Taub), which is too perfect. I wouldn\u2019t be surprised if I end up shipping these two by the end of the season.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am so funny. \u201cI don\u2019t care about the romantic subplots, but I <em>will<\/em> be inventing my own.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-background\" style=\"background-color:#ffd000\"><strong>END OF SPOILERS<\/strong>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Quick update on my fanfic before I end. I whipped up an outline for it. It\u2019s pretty good, I like it. I\u2019m thinking of rereading Jacob\u2019s part in <em>Breaking Dawn<\/em> to get re-immersed with his narration, but also I skimmed through parts of the book a couple of days ago and remembered how annoying it is. I specifically read the bit where they find out Bella\u2019s pregnant. Man, what the hell is this book? I love it, I hate it. My fic is <em>definitely<\/em> going to end up being OOC because I want to try to make the characters actually cool, so does it really matter if I reread Jacob\u2019s part? We\u2019ll see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m torn on whether or not I keep the Black family (Jacob\u2019s family) Quileute. I don\u2019t want to erase Indigenous stories, but I also don\u2019t want to keep those stories if they\u2019re harmful. Stephanie Meyer\u2019s portrayal of the Quileute tribe was\/is controversial for a reason. I\u2019m trying to research the Quileute tribe\u2019s opinion (both old and current) on it, and I\u2019m trying to look into shapeshifting in Native American culture. So far I\u2019ve found stuff about skin-walkers, which I don\u2019t think is what I want, and spirit animals, which may be. I need to look deeper, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m considering turning the Black family hispanic, likely Mexican, because I know many Mexicans do immigrate to Washington, and witchcraft is a part of Mexican culture. I believe shapeshifting was part of Aztec culture, but again, I don\u2019t want to erase Indigenous stories, but I also don\u2019t want to keep those stories if they\u2019re harmful. Caught between a rock and a hard place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m leaning towards making Jacob Mexican because one, write what you know, and two, I have clearer answers about shapeshifting in Mexican culture than in Native American culture. Ultimately, I just need a reason for the guy to turn into a wolf. Hopefully, a reason that\u2019s not a racist caricature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I know this is a lot of thought for a <em>Twilight<\/em> fanfic, but goddamn, if I\u2019m going to do this, I\u2019m going to do it right! 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