Tuesday, November 22, 2011


Have you ever wanted to finish something SO BAD that it keeps you awake or seeps into your dreams or haunts you every single second you can breathe?

Have you ever wanted to write books and done NaNoWriMo?

NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month. In November, your goal is to write 50,000 words (roughly 200 page) in just 30 days. (Also, NaNoWriMo does Camp NaNo's in the summer, which gives you an extra day to write.)

I've been doing this for three years now, plus Camp NaNoWriMo this past August.

The closest I've gotten to finishing so far has been in August, with just over 20,000 words. But, of course, I've never started on time or found I story I like writing....

This year, though, I'm at nearly 30,000 words, a few days behind, and ideas are bubbling over.

Will I finish? Who knows? Do I want to? Yes. 

I may not finish this year, but starting on time and writing like I have been has...inspired me to go above and beyond my own expectations. If not this November, then maybe next summer. If not next summer, then next November.

I know why I write and why I love it. 

Bleeding fingers, here I come.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

It Isn't Just Black and White...

Greens burst forth as the first signs of spring. Purples and reds and pinks and blues make themselves known in flowers, sunrises and sunsets. The air is warm and fresh and full of more heat than you've felt for months.

Summer comes in a thick, golden, and hazy blanket. The greens of spring are deeper and water seems like a more beautiful thing. Browns are in the dry, dying grass and the newly tan skins of people everywhere. 

Fall descends upon us in a relieving spray of new rain and cooler weather. Yellows, oranges, and reds glitter in the treetops and on the fallen leaves covering the refreshed grounds. The weather coolly at winter... 

And then it's winter again. Blues, whites, and thin air slice into our skin, making us shiver and stare in wonder at the new snows that might grace us with their presence. 

It isn't black and white, or even the gray in between the two. It's the colors of the seasons...

Rosy pink cheeks hint at excitement, embarrassment, or exercise. 

Tan skin means hard work or time spent relaxing outside. 

Pale white flesh is from fear, sadness, lack of sleep, or sickness. 

It isn't the colors of changing seasons, it's clues about how someone feels, or what they do....
A bright red jacket, crazy purple hair, the brightest blue eyes, and jeans of the deepest black.

It shows personalities.

What is it? 

It, simply, is the creation of scenes and characters. 

It's the oranges and grays of twilight, when all things dark and creepy seem to seep from the shadows surrounding the edges of light.

Or maybe it's the shimmering gold kissing the trees and your cheeks, the warm wind on your face and in your hair, and the sound of water tumbling over the edge of a waterfall....

It's everything; it's nothing. It's beauty and hate and sorrow and love and happiness and anxiety. 

It's every feeling, every person, every idea you could ever come up with.

It's what I do.


Friday, September 9, 2011

September 11, 2001

It seems like this date means more to the United States than December 7, 1941 does. Maybe because 1941 was almost exactly seventy years ago. Maybe because America was more directly affected because of September 11.

In the attack of Pearl Harbor, nearly 2,500 people were killed, and about 1,300 were wounded.

On September 11, almost 3,000 people died, and over six thousand were wounded. 

Maybe the wounds are still fresh, for those of us who remember it, or lost loved ones. 

America came together that year, and every year on the same day, we come together again. Flag go up, the specials come on TV, and tears usually begin to flow.

As for me, I was only five years old, and remember nothing but watching these big buildings tumble to the ground on the news. It would be years later before I understood. 

This horrific incident will remain in America's hearts and minds forever, or at least until something worse happens. And even then, we will compare it, and will have learned from the September 11 attack, and be able to prevent any lasting damage. 

Remember, learn, and come together, America.

We will never forget those who died, and those who died to save others.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Hiatus Much?

Oh, hello there. Long time no blog, right?

What has been keeping me so busy, you might ask?

Nothing at all. This would be the point where I ramble on and on about writer's block, but that would actually be a lie.

In August, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo. (Just search on Google for NaNoWriMo so I don't have to explain.) So that basically means that I've written myself out. So many words....

Anyway, in July I did....not much. August was Camp NaNo, and then since then, school  has started and I've only had three nights off from homework. 

What's the point of this blog?

Well, to say hello again, I guess.

And don't worry, I have some ideas for some stuff that might keep you interested in reading.

Happy Labor Day!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

On the Brightside

(Yes, the title is a catchy song by a catchy male artist, but no, it has nothing to do with this post.)

Just because a lot of people don't know, I'm going to spew this nice bit of information.

I'm so sick of crappy, romantic, fluffy, warm-fuzzy-feeling books. And songs. And poems.

Some people think that I like to write love stories.

Ew. Just....gross.

As someone pretty awesome said to me, she never wrote that stuff because she wasn't that way herself. (I AM in a relationship, but that doesn't mean that I like writing romantic crap.) She wrote mystery stories and such, because that's what she was good at writing.

And me? I'm good at writing action-y, creepy things.

Sure, there's always a brightside to every story. But to me, in my stories, it will most likely be the dark side you see.

(On a completely side note, I hope you people DO know that romance novels are just about sex. And yes, I said sex. Calm down.)

Recently, while spending time with my beloved best friend, I came up with the idea of a fake love story. Yes, fake.

I decided to write a creepy, horror-filled vampire story of an innocent-looking girl that seduces a boy to eat him. And the ending? A lovely, bloody, graphic description of her ripping his throat out.

I know, I know. It's like I'm the spawn of Satan or whatever.

I'm not saying that I'm a sick, twisted individual. I'm merely pointing out that fact that I write it because I enjoy it, and I'm good at it.

Haha, this has turned into crazy ranting again.

As I like to say so often, it IS my blog. I like people reading it and getting feedback from said readers, but it's my place to rant and rave and write as much as I want. (And even hide some alliteration in there.)

So yeah.

I get to go to the mall tomorrow. With money this time. With a good friend of mine. And one of my favorite stores there is having a huge sale.

I'm quite excited :D

Friday, June 24, 2011

Music and Lyrics

I actually just realized that the title of this blog is also the title of an absolutely awful movie. (To me, anyway. You might love the movie....Everyone IS different, you know.)

But besides the two titles being the same, I just wanted to point out how much I love music.

I just do. It's one of my top three favorite things to do, right under reading and writing.

Music often inspires me to write scenes in my head or lyrics of my own (for poetry, though.... I'm not a huge fan of writing songs).

Also, I realized how amazing my God really is. Today we had yet another outreach with my church to Augusta, and because of the 38 people that went out, 191 people accepted Christ as their savior. And, of course, numerous other people were ministered to and healed. From all....four?....outreaches this week, 704 people overall have accepted Christ, and tomorrow is our last and potentially most amazing outreach to come.

Anywho. Other than the amazing things God has done in THOSE areas, I realized how well He plans everything out.

Just look at me.

I mean, I was born with the talents I have. According to my mom, I always made up stories and arguments for pretty much everything someone said to me. (Part creativity, part stubborness.)

I just marvel at my own thoughts sometimes. How I put things together and create the most random things....

Anyways, I'm tired, and I'm probably spelling really horribly.

So it's time to greet my nice bed.

I can't wait for outreach :D

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Bookworms and Harry Potter

Oh my goodness have I been busy.

I don't even know when the last post I made was. Of course, I could look and see the date, but it isn't like I'll remember exactly when that was.


So much has been going on.... Parties, Camp Overflow, summer starting, and reading.

Ohhh, let's get way off topic for a minute.
Or two.

I'm back to reading like I used to.

Multiple books at a time, even more books aching to be read or re-read...

I have somewhere close to twenty right now.

And before you stop reading because I'm a nerdy bookworm, let me just rant for a second.

First of all, reading is like breathing to me. I read all the time, and if I have nothing to read, I feel like I'm suffocating. I want to read all day, every single day, and not just one book. I read a few books at a time so I won't get bored. It exercises my brain, it helps me be multiple people at once, it gives me many different ideas for my own stories.

I love reading. Plain and simple. As a matter of fact, reading is my FAVORITE thing. I love it ten times more than I love writing.


Secondly, I really don't understand when people say "Woah. You read a LOT," and other such things.

I've been reading a ton since....forever. I don't remember reading, or learning to read, just that I used to love books by Dr. Suess, and Winnie the Pooh books, and other small kid books like that.

You're surprised at how much I read? I'm surprised at your surprise. It's just that normal for me. (And my family.)

And yes, yesterday I started a 234 page book in the morning, and finished by bedtime. Today, I started a 239 page book, and I'll have it finished by bedtime as well.

Oh, and have I mentioned that I'm also re-reading the fourth Harry Potter book?

I love to read.

Also, since I haven't blogged in a while, I might as well rant again.

Yes, I've read the Harry Potter series. I love them. I'm reading them for the third time before the final movie comes out July 15th.

I'm also a devoted-to-Christ Christian. I love my church, my church family, and my God. (A lot.)

And yes, the author of the Harry Potter series is Atheist or something like that.

But she doesn't incorporate that into her writing like other authors with her beliefs have. (Like Philip Pullman, author of the His Dark Materials trilogy. I've read those, too, but they were too....Yeah.)

That's why I love Harry Potter. Sure, there is a lot to do with witchcraft and wizardy, but I don't care.

At all.

And if religion has made you think that you're going to go to hell because you read those books or like them, or that reading them means you're a worshipper of satan himself, please, come talk to me so I can enlighten you and/or slap you.

I'm not going to hell because I have read and LOVED the Harry Potter series. I mean...seriously? Can't I enjoy a good book (or seven) without worrying about going to hell?

I read what I want because I am so rooted in who I am in Christ.

Now, if you just don't like the series because the author is Atheist or whatever her religion is, or you just don't like all the dark events of the book, that's fine.


There's my rant on everyday annoyances and occurances.

It IS my blog.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

It's Not Just a State of Mind...

It's the blossoming feeling in your chest.

It's the waning blues of winter, the bright, mottled greens of summer.

It's the cool of the night, the milky white of the moonlight on green grasses and dark trees.

It's the cold December wind on your face, the tickle of the summer breeze toying with your hair and caressing your cheeks.

It's the glint of sunset on store fronts. The gold, shining morning sunrise on quiet houses in small neighborhoods.

It's the stench of a city, the scent of fast food irritating and enticing one's nostrils.

It's the intimidating gray of storm clouds, and the bright, fluffy clouds of a sunny day.

It's the feeling of cool rain on your bare skin. The feeling of excitement one gets from breaking rules. From dancing in the rain......

It's seeing the perfect scene in your head. Putting words with faces and characters.

It's mixing and matching colors and sounds, names and faces, scents and textures...

It's the perfect match of connotation and denotation.

It's the need in your tingling fingertips to get an idea across.

It's tangled, carefully pieced together words.

It's that irresistible, burning desire to get it all OUT.

It's who you are.

I'm not a poet. I don't have any published poetry. I'm not an author. I make no money writing any kind of stories.

Nor do I write biographies, or memoirs, or books about history....

I, am a writer.

I, am creative.

I am....

Simply me.

And I, have been inspired, by the summer's loving breeze.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Tribute to Charlie Day! (To Lindsey:) )

Happy Tribute to Charlie Day! :D

There are papers and index cards strewn across the kitchen table.
And a few notebooks.

And there are about eight tabs up on the internet.

Oh, projects, how I loathe thee.

I wore a dress today.

A lot of people liked it.

A lot of people DIDN'T freak out about it, which is new. Because said people are definitely not used to me wearing dresses.

But it's okay, because I guess I've changed a lot.

Which is good.....

I have no idea where this is going....

The best friend is having a bad day. So now we have tentative plans set for Thursday. Which is AWESOME.

It's been too long since we've tried to pull an all-nighter, and done a ton of crazy stuff during that span of long, dark, sleepy hours in the middle of the night.

I predict playing Just Dance, watching cheesy horror movies that turn out to not be cheesy, learning to booty dance On Demand (just....don't ask....), eating icecream and venting about life's hardships at the age of fourteen, watching movies in other languages, playing Star Wars on the PlayStation at four in the morning, and just being....Best friends.

I. Can't. Wait.

I love you Kinz :D

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Power Rangers, Bionicle, and StressStressStress

Okay, I'm being a total slacker and blogging about this stuff instead of working on a very important project.

But today has been completely awesome.

I got to play with Power Ranger action figures and Bionicle parts and even Legoes.

And I got to see what it was like to relive some of the simplest times of someone's life.

We pulled the box of Power Rangers down and pieced some of them together again, and talked about old childhood habits and collections and just had fun.

I also got to watch a mad search for the lost box of at least 400 dollars worth of Bionicle sets and listen to muttered threats to family members if said box was sold.

I listened to jokes about being murdered under the house, and joked about not risking the giant spider to save a life.

And then, I heard the relief and excitement in what seemed to be a little boy as he found the box of Bionicle sets and pieces.

I laughed as he climbed down from the attic and nearly hurt himself in the process, insisting on doing it alone.

We played and searched in that box for quite a while.

I was taken home, tired, and quietly mused about not needing sex or touching or kissing or any of that usual jazz to be able to have fun.

I voiced aloud the worry over losing important parts of the project I'm supposed to be working on.

I got home and cleaned my room, organized my books, and my clothes, and got together a giant bag of old clothes to give away. I finished the required reading for school, and found the lost project information.

And now I'm quietly stressing about getting the rest of it done, and slacking off a little.

But, hey, after today, I needed a small break.

I feel accomplished, nonetheless.

And happy.
Accomplished and happy.

I think those two feelings go well together.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


So, we made it.

Somehow, a 12 hour drive turned into 16 hours, and quite a few grumpy-but-excited teens (and three adults) arrived in Ashtabula, Ohio sometime close to midnight last night.

Dear Lord, help us all.

We did make it, and not without quite a few "bumps in the road." (And I do mean literally and figuratively.)

We got started a little late yesterday morning, leaving at around eight o' clock instead of seven-thirty.

Something happened to be wrong with one of the tires on our trailer thing, but my handy-dandy father was able to come to the conclusion that it would survive.

Everyone was all packed into the fifteen passenger van we borrowed from another church (which really only seated fourteen) and we were off.

After a loooooooooooooooOOOOOOOng car ride, we finally managed to arrive in Ohio, and then a while later, Ashtabula.

Yes, I am rambling a bit.
I'm honestly exhausted.

We all are.

And now a group of us are headed to church, and another group is here at the Sleep Inn, well, sleeping in.

So there's part of our little adventure for ya ;)

Enjoy your Spring Break!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Yeah, I know, I know. It's been more than two weeks since my last post, even though nothing's been going on. (Ironically enough, the day of my last post was also the last date on my science notes. Oops?)


Not much has been going on.

Same old boring stuff around this girl.

Which, believe me, is pretty much what  I want.

Well, okay, not really. I actually crave exciting things. I always want something to be going on, so I won't be bored. Boredom is a teenager's worst enemy.

Well...That isn't true either. But we won't get into that.

Anyways -again- I have been doing most of nothing recently. How exciting for me. Sure, there are a few instances of non-boredom. (Or as normal people say, 'going places' or 'having plans' or 'excitement')

Mostly though.....Nothing.

BUT STARTING SATURDAY, (yes the capitals are necessary) I'm going to northern Ohio on a missions trip with my church.

Everybody, of course, has different definitions of missions trips, but my church is sending a teaching team.

Which means: We're going up there to teach them to do in their cities what we do here. As in, reaching out into neighborhoods in the city to preach the good news of Jesus Christ.

And I

Maybe I'll post again before then. Or while I'm there.
Who knows?
Because I surely don't.

Sometime within the next two weeks, I will try my best to take a break from my pointless ranting to tell you lovely (five people) who I know who read this my lovely adventures in the state who's motto is "With God, all things are possible."

It's a sign ;)

Oh, and forgive typos.

(P.S. The title has nothing to do with anything, except my slight hunger.)

Monday, March 14, 2011


I'm irritated with my english class.

Sure, they're all nice people.

But today we had a choice.
And we all knew what choice the class was going to make.

And to those of you in said english who read this, don't take it offensely. And if you do, eh, that's not my problem. My blog, my rantings and ravings :P

My teacher always does stuff like this, because he's interested in the feedback and giving the students what they want occasionally.

Today, our choice was between reading another mystery play, or studying my all-time favorite subject: Egyptian mythology.

A little back story for both of those:
Apparently, SOMEWHERE along the line, after we read our first mystery play, we voted on whether or not we'd like to read another.
And apparently, 98% of us said we would.
One: I don't remember voting.
Two: I would've said no anyways.

I used to study Egyptian mythology and ancient history and stories about Cleopatra and Nefertiti and pharaohs for FUN.
I love it.
A lot.
So of course that's what I voted for.

But I'm pretty sure I'm the only one. (I wrote it in all caps, circled it, highlighted it, starred it, and underlined it about a thousand times. Just to show my enthusiasm)

Mr. Bell made it seem like everyone already voted for the mystery play reading, which I'm sure they all did, and it reaaaally made me mad when he said we'd vote on the classes best readers.

Well, it just so happens to contribute to my long list of reasons NOT to read the stinking play.

Not one single person, NOT ONE, myself included, can read aloud.
We all read in monotone.
And stuff.

So what am I going to do if we vote?
Write my opinion, of course.
That nobody can read aloud well.

There's my little rant about disliking democracy.
At least in english class.


Saturday, March 12, 2011

It's a Poem!

I have no idea what this is 0-o

So yeah...
Here's an example of crappy poetry!

If the wind starts to blow,
And the world reaches a new low,
Will you be there?
Will you even care?

If we all start to tumble,
And the buildings all crumble,
Can you take it?
Or will you fake it until you make it?

If our world ends suddenly,
And the floor falls out from under me?
Can you say you’ll reach out?
Will you even speak out?

All I can say is this:
Your ignorance is my bliss.
You wouldn’t see all these things,
You can even see what tomorrow brings.

Friday, March 4, 2011

The Best Days

I think I've forgotten what it feels like to be THIS happy.

I had an amazing day that started off with being goofy with my mom over the burnt toast, singing along with Kelly Clarkson on the way to school, and having a few fun conversations in the morning once I got to school.

Nothing really went wrong today, in fact.

I had a good day at school, no homework this weekend, went home with some pretty awesome people, spent HOURS with one of my absolutely favorite people in the world, had fantastic dinner, went to a school play.....

I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Thank you, to you know who :D

Don't forget about singing XD

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


It always calmed me.
Or made me want to dance in it.
Whenever it rained, a thousand thoughts popped into my head, swirling with the wind outside....
A thousand memories make themselves known as the drops of cold water splatter on the hard, wet ground.
Painful memories.
Happy memories. Dancing memories...
Poetic memories. Sweet ones, inspiring ones, heart-warming memories.

The harder it rains, and the bigger the drops, the more I want to go outside and dance in it.

The rain always makes people sad or sleepy.

But as for me, the rain makes me want to go PLAY in it.
I look out the window and see gray skies, and immediately inquire about that day's weather forecast.

My favorite weather IS the rain.

The rain has always been there, even in dry years....

During a drought, the dry, cracked ground soaks up the water falling from above happily, turning from brown to green again.

Flowers bloom.
Plants thrive.

It refreshes the Earth, revives your soul...

Inspires you.

I've written countless poems about the rain, including my favorite poem that I've EVER written.

It's soothing and exciting, cold in the warm...

I love the rain.

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Bright Side

I've forgotten what the still, stiff air of summer feels like.

Not that I miss it.

It's been super windy lately.

I can't tell if this hot, "spring" weather is irritating me, or making me happy.

I honestly only like the summer weather for two things: no school and swimming.

But it's February.
Nobody has gotten around to cleaning pools, or even uncovering them.
The water at the lake or beach is more than likely still freezing cold.

So no swimming.

Did I mention it's February? So that means I still have to go to school.

Besides complaining of the heat, the title of this post has a point, as most of my posts do. (I said MOST, not all. Keep that in mind for future use.)

I had someone close to me compare the clouds today.
On one side, dark gray storm clouds.
On the other, bright white, puffy clouds, sunshine, and blue skies.

I was kinda glaring up at the sky, having had a horrible headache almost the whole time I'd been at school till that point.
They noticed and made the comment "There's always a bright side."
In my irritated state, I retorted grumpily, "I was thinking the opposite of that."
And the response I got?

"Yeah, but there's still a bright side."

And that got me thinking.
And when I start thinking about something, I don't stop thinking about it until the subject has been thoroughly examined from every angle.
(Unless it has to do with school. I rarely enjoy the subjects taught to me.)

The bright side.
What does that even mean?
Well, think of the dark side of the moon.
We never see it, but it has to be there because we see the side that reflects sunlight.
But that's the point I'm getting at.
We don't see the dark side of the moon, even though it's there.

Yeah, you could say I've been feeling a little down lately.
But it's gotten a lot better.

So what am I getting at?
Who knows? (that seems to be a popular line with me lately. Cause I sure don't know. Not yet at least.)

So look at the bright side of things. It could ALWAYS be worse, no matter what you think.

If you're thinking you aren't smart, well, you have the mind of Christ.
If you think you're fat or ugly or imperfect, think about this: God made us in HIS image. We can't GET any more perfect than that.

There's always something to look forward to.


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

What's Going On?

I was going to write about the roller skating party I went to last night, but decided against it.
So, instead....
I've started writing again.
Like, legit writing.
Poetry, my stories, even random little things...

It feels awesome, sort of like diving into a pool when it's almost 100 degress outside.

Refreshing, calming, and a little exciting.

To get all this started, I wrote something specific.

I didn't just start writing something random that popped into my head, either. It's something I've had in my head for YEARS, and routinely rewrite and such.

Why do I love writing so much, you ask?


You know that feeling when you're watching a TV show, and you're really into it?
And then the dog barks, or the cat jumps in your lap, or a family member calls your name?

That's how it feels to be writing, and then look up, and realize you weren't really there, with the characters, but sitting at your desk, pencil in hand, or laptop open.

Writing is a lot different from reading though.
When you read, somebody else's ideas lead you through this amazing journey.
But when you make the path for that journey YOURSELF?
Well, it's nothing short of amazing.

Even if you don't like writing stories or anything, writing poetry is just as fun.

You start a rhythym, and rhyming words (or not rhyming, if you like writing free verse) becomes a breeze.
Everything starts to fit together, and then you sit back, poem finished, and smile at your handiwork.
You reread it, change a word or two here, rephrase a line there, and then your poem seems like perfection.

Yeah, I'm ranting again, as always.

People just don't understand why people like me love writing.
It's a hobby, and escape, it's just...fun.

Maybe one day, the world will learn to appreciate those of us who consider ourselves writers/ authors.

Until then, hats off to you fellow writers.
And go enjoy a cup of coffee. You deserve it.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Let's Get Rich and Buy Our Parents Homes....

Sometimes you just want to sit back, and lose yourself in music and writing.

And trust me, sometimes you just need to disappear. Sometimes, you need something that will take all of your attention, something you'll sink into, and when you look up, you realize two hours have gone by.

Sometimes you need to be submerged into another world.

Actually, I'm not sure how other people out there feel about such things. This blog is about my feelings, remember?

Well, I'm telling you that sometimes, it is okay to lose yourself in reading or writing or drawing or painting or listening to music or making music. It's a healthy stress relief.

And we all have at least a little stress.

So right now, as my exhausted mind recovers from a busy weekend, I'm listening to a playlist on grooveshark, with mostly Ingrid Michaelson and Owl City. (Even though my favorite genre is heavy metal,  if you can believe it.)

It's mostly slow, sad sounding songs, but they make me happy. But that's just how it works in this maze of a mind.

Recently, I've been randomly inspired with several ideas for stories, and even the will to finish reading all those books I started to read and reread before Christmas....

(a few of you know how ironic this is ;) )

I can't wait to start writing again...
I've missed it. A lot.

Speaking of, we're starting poetry in English. THAT makes me excited.

You see, I lovelovelove writing short stories and the beginnings and excerpts from what I wish would become novels...But poetry, no matter how much I used to despise it, seems to be exactly what my brain does best. I find myself rhyming words and spilling my sad thoughts or happy moments into six, seven, or eight syllable lines....

It's amazing.
And even though Shakespeare is as boring as you-know-what, I love his sonnets. And even parts of Romeo and Juliet or Julies Caesar.

I'm excited to see how other people let loose their thoughts using words like me.

I might even let Mr. Bell read so of my work....

Nah. He isn't ready for that yet :D

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


I have the overwhelming urge to watch Tokyo Mew Mew.
You know, that old(er) anime show?
I love that show.
For that matter, I love the mangas too.

Anyways, why do I love it?
Well, for one thing, I just love manga and anime in general. Is that bad? Well, if it is, too bad. Because I LOVE them.
Another reason is the theme song.
Yes, I said the THEME SONG.

"If we band together like birds of a feather, we'll be friends forever, going up, up, up."

After some googling, I learned that's from Mew Mew Power.
It's actually in English.
It's been forever since I've seen it......

Ahem. It's an adorable show. The characters are so cute!
Most anime shows are like that.
(Which is another reason why I love them.)

I love that line from the theme song though.

Basically, if you stick together, nothing can break you apart, and you'll just get stronger.

Several quotes come to mind:
"Two heads are better than one."
"Birds of a feather stick together."

Etcetera, etcetera.

The point I'm getting to is a simple one: I love my friends.

Though I have mutiple trust issues, yet they prove themselves repeatedly, and still I can call them when I need someone to talk to, or cry with.
I love you guys :DD
A lot.

So that's my mini-rant about friends.

Who are yours? Your TRUE friends?

Monday, February 7, 2011

Back Again

Why, hello there.

Six days have gone by.

Oh well.
I'm back.

And here to talk about the weather!
(Because this blog IS technically about my thoughts. So there.)

Today, the weather here is absolutely perfect. Chilly, slightly foggy, gray and cloudy, and rainy.
I love depressing weather. Not because I'm depressed. God, no.

Today was the best day ever. I was in a fantastic mood all day, and when it was raining this afternoon, before my fifth period class, I took the loooong way, walking around the cafeteria, and splashed around in the puddles, and even danced in the rain.
I. Had. A. Blast.

Sure, I got some REALLY weird looks, but I merely waved at those people, gave cheery 'hello's and continued to dance.

And then I skipped right into NJROTC, and grinned at everyone, and even invited a friend to play in the puddles with me afterwards.

I had a great day.

Just thought I'd spread the love ;)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Writer's Block Quitter

I'm getting into the habit of two posts a day XD
I guess I DO like writing. A lot.

Speaking of....
I miss my characters. My plots. My stories.....

Why do I miss them?
Because of I'm what the title says: a writer's block quitter.
Every time I hit a bump in the road and am unable to come up with anything decent, I just kind of lose my will to write. What a terrible thing, too.
I should really do something about that.

Though I repeat names for characters quite often, they all mean something different to me.

I miss the newest characters: Charlie and her twin brother, Finn, and Sammy, and their tragic story spanning three weeks. Alec and Elliot and the action-y taste of their story. Insane James, quiet Jenna, the genius Miles.

Older characters: Christianna (Ian) and her impossible story. Marie and Ryan and the sickness rapidly spreading across a story of what resembles zombies.

NaNoWriMo characters: Charlie (but she's different than the other Charlie) and Danny and Ashur.

Most of all, I miss Evie and Will and Brandon and Hannah and Jordan and Colin and Sean and the rest of them. My favorite story, the one I've been working on for six years. Yes, six. I had the idea for two, wrote for two, quit for another two, and in the past two years, I've actually tried to get it somewhere. I want it published so bad....


I should really stop giving up.
And maybe share my talents with the world sometime.
Maybe I dedicate a whole blog to something I've written...

Maybe not.

Black Out

So, today, I WAS supposed to go to school.
Yeah. That didn't happen.

Reason One: I coughed most of the night before finally slipping into a very fitful sleep around two-thirty AM.

And the big reason?

First off, have any of you ever blacked out before? Scary stuff. I can now honestly say I have.

So I'm in the shower, minding my own business, right? And I get a little dizzy and decide it's time to stop enjoying myself and get out and eat breakfast. I wrap up in my towel, and then start to -painfully- dry heave. I call for Mum (side note: Yes, I do indeed call my mother 'Mum.')
Fuzzy vision, extreme lightheadedness, the whole bit. Mum gets me one step out of the shower before I completely black out.

When I come to my senses again, I'm on the bathroom floor with no idea how I ended up there, my worried mother pretty much freaking out over me. I roll over to the toilet, and vomit three or four times.

What a lovely experience.

Why am I blogging about this, you ask? Well... There's not much else to blog about, for one thing. For another thing, it was an adventure. I lovelovelove adventures.

(And in case you were wondering, I'm fine. Besides the vomiting, I thought it was pretty cool...despite not being able to go to school.)

Monday, January 31, 2011

Maybe I'm Dreaming

A second post today?
Well, sue me. I have no clue how the whole blogging thing works.
But I felt like posting again.
I know of only three people who've read this...
Hats off to you three, then.

What to write about.....

I could write about my reasonings behind the title of this blog.
Well, in English 2, we study idioms, and on one of the most recent lists we've studied was the title of this blog.
It basically means that no matter how crazy something seems, there's a reason behind it.
Stepping back and looking at my life, it's been pretty freaking crazy. I guess I'm just waiting for the method to all this madness.

I could also write about how good my life is....
Cheesy, I know, but it really is GOOD.
I have amazing friends, parents who love me (and each other), a super awesome boyfriend, a fantastic youth group, an absolutely perfect church (and pastors), etc etc.
Thus the title of this specific post. Maybe I AM dreaming. People wish for a life as good as mine. Are some things actually too good to be true?
I sure hope not, cause that would suck.
Then again, my dreams aren't even this good. (Just take my word for it.)

Who knows where this is going?
I'm bored and rambling.
That tends to be my thoughts most days. (as in, they're all over the place)

I guess that's all for now :P
Stay classy San Diego.
Oh wait...

Who Knows?

Eh, maybe I did it because I'm bored.
Maybe I'm finally bored with sharing my thoughts with those select few people.
Maybe I'm going to post every day.
Maybe I'll post once a week.
Who knows?
In the words of Bilbo Baggins, "I'm quite ready for another adventure."

So there.
Guess I'm setting off on the newest adventure that's being offered: having people know what I'm thinking.