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Moments of Beauty

Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.
Henry David Thoreau

So, a few months ago my sister and I made the long journey of a road-trip that ended in Spokane, Washington for a concert there. We arrived several hours before said concert, so after driving around in circles to find the restaurant we wanted, and a short stint at one of the many malls there, we went to a nearby park. It was a gorgeous day, and I happened to have my camera handy as we took a leisurely stroll through the paths (and off them if I could convince her to go that way) snapping photos as I saw fit. I decided that I would share a few of these shots with you, my dear blog readers.
Through My Eyes
Well that’s all for now, so until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

My Youtube Top Five

Life is like Youtube. Everything we do, we get comment from people. They share it to other people. And they’ll decide to like us or dislike.


As I do not have a lot of brainpower tonight to devote to blogging some profound, thought provoking piece, I decided to share with you my top 5 favorite youtube channels.


These guys started it all for me. Brothers John and Hank Green began this channel a few years back when they decided to go a year without text-filled communication. Soon, people caught on and began watching there video messages to each other and a community was born; the Nerdfighters. The brothers are hilarity personified, as they go through their videos showing off their rock hard nerd core awesomeness. Often, they try to approach topics that no one else would attempt toward a teen filled audience, and they do so with grace, clarity, and the ever present entertainment factor that they bring each time the step in front of a camera. You guys should definitely check them out.


I mentioned her in yesterday’s post, but I feel she deserves a place on this list. Jackson is an author of several books, many of which are retelling of classic fairytale in a modern light.  I have only read her first book, Sister’s Red, but I can tell you it was pretty awesome, in fact I read it all in one night, staying up to five am and abandoning any rational thoughts of sleep. It was that good. Her youtube videos are funny, insightful, and downright awesome. I wish more people knew about her, for I always look forward to seeing her videos.

3. Charlie McDonnell

Oh, Charlie. This vlogger is the most adorable, humble, seemingly awkward person, but these qualities are the perfect balance for what he does. He puts an extreme amount of time and effort into his videos, and thus they are a very high quality of work, though they don’t always come out in a reasonable amount of time. But when your only complaint about someone is how often they put out their amazing work, they definitely deserve some attention. Watch him, even if its for nothing else but to be serenaded by his swoon-worthy English accent.

4. Dan Rezler

Dan is another adorable vlogger, but adorable in the funny yet scientifically and wonderfully geeky. His videos are also educational for the most part, and are always a joy to watch. Plus, he too has a great voice.

5. Alex Goot

Speaking of great voices, my number five choice on youtube vloggers is one that is less vlog more music. Alex Goot does amazing covers of popular songs, doing them 100 percent better than the original artists could ever dream of singing them, as well as some original music. He is an amazing musician, and is one of those artists that I can just watch his entire playlist and I will love every song and video.  Plus, he too is adorably geeky.


Through my Eyes

Well that’s all for now guys, so until next time, Keep on Dreaming


Eric Hoffer: “The feeling of being hurried is not usually the result of living a full life and having no time. It is on the contrary born of a vague fear that we are wasting our life. When we do not do the one thing we ought to do, we have no time for anything else- we are the busiest people in the world.”


I feel as though I have not been able to catch my breath today. Even now, as I am typing this up, I am simultaneously researching for my science project and editing, again, my English paper. I skipped my last class in school today (excused by my parents, of course,) leaving at about two o’clock so that I would be able to pick up the paperwork for my new job, and open a bank account which was necessary, due to the pool’s new direct deposit requirement.Grabbing the paperwork was the easiest part of my day, as I was assisted by a kind old lady who highlighted the parts I needed to fill out, and explained some of the more technical details pertaining to taxes and such.

When we called ahead, the bank said that opening a bank account would take only fifteen minutes.Riggggghhhhttttt.Almost three hours later, everyone involved was pretty annoyed about the whole process. When we first got in the bank, we were asked to wait ten minutes for a ladyin training to assist us. I stress this because the time it took was more than partially due to her slowness. About forty-five minutes into our meeting with her, she tells us that my school ID, which works for everything else in the world, would not be accepted her and that I would have to get a State Issued one. Great. Just Great.

So we went to the office where ID and Driver’s Licenses are issued, and were met by a rude, gossipy woman who informed us we would need my birth certificate to get it. So we drove home, shuffled around boxes, found the safe and returned to the offices, paper certifying my birth in tow. When we got back, another rude lady met us and told us that my mom had to have an in state drivers license and a piece of mail addressed to her. This, of course, did not make us happy. Plus my sister had a doctors appointment that she was already late for, so we were left with no choice but to let me stay there, and call in my dad, away from his job, to come show an in state driver’s license. Fifteen zillion trivial questions, and one bad picture later I had my temporary ID and was on my way to finish opening that account. FinishingThat only took another hour.

When I was finally able to go home, I scarfed down a quick sandwich and promptly began working on my mountain of homework, as well as listening/half-watching a live show with Jackson Pearce ( ) on how she goes about outlining. Upon finishing that I jumped in for a quickie shower, totally fictionalized an interview that I was supposed to give to a person who lived through the sixties (Sorry teacher, I just don’t know anyone that I actually talk to that lived through that period of time) filled out that paperwork, wrote up the paper on said fictionalized interview, continued researching and editing and now typing this. Okay, so blogging should fall pretty low on my list of things to do in a day, but at the moment, it is my only mental reprieve. Lord knows I need it.

~Through My Eyes~


Well that’s all for now guys, I must be off to bed so I can get up early and do more homework. Yay!

So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)


Puppy Pow Wow

All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
Otto Dix

I don’t have a lot of time today to write a well thought out post. The reason for this lay mainly on the notebook page of things I need to get done this week, most of which is either due tomorrow, or seriously needs to be started tonight; namely, that insanity packed musical screenplay which I was told was due next Thursday has been bumped up. He’s asking for a working script by tomorrow. My gosh. Plus I have to type up another rough draft to this narrative essay for my English class, adding in absolutes and appositives as well as fixing and adding things according to our peer evaluations. On top of this I have seventy five math problems I need to do, five workbook pages and a big vocab list for Spanish, and six posters on the animal kingdoms for biology. Gah.
In other, somewhat unexpected news, the job for the pool just called asking me if I wanted the position. I was like *inward squee* Yes! What makes this unexpected is that they had called me on Saturday telling me that they had already filled it, which was disappointing, but I hadn’t really  thought that I had done well on the interview.
Anyway to supplement this quickie post, I decided to post some of the photos of my and my brother’s dogs which I took yesterday. The Cocker spaniel is named Buster, and my brothers dog, Ginger, is the beagle. Enjoy!
And for the Through My Eyes portion of today’s post
Well, that’s all for now guys, So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

Through My Eyes

In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it. – Emile Zola


I’ve always loved the idea of photography; to take on simple picture and have it display a powerful emotion. When I was little, I would always steal my parents’ camera while we were driving somewhere (as my ability to go places on my own was limited at best) and snap pictures of the world traveling by. Of course, they weren’t exactly quality photos, seeing as we were moving, but every once in a while passable one would come up and we could keep it.

There is a certain power that comes from holding a camera in your hands; it’s a portal through which you may show others how you see the world. I recall the excitement I felt the first time my parents bought me a disposable camera, and I went around taking pictures of all my dolls and favorite places. Click, Click, Click. They weren’t perfect, not by a long shot, but I still have each of them saved in a little photo album of mine. Oh, how proud I was of them.

Then, on Christmas when I was ten years old, I received my first digital camera. Admittedly, it was a piece of crap, but oh, to me, it was the most precious of items. I would carry it around, capturing my pets and friends, rooms of my house, and vacations galore; it became a new ritual for me to tote it to school on the last day, forever embalming their faces, frozen in time. By now, I’ve advanced to a much higher quality camera, but I still have that old clunker, for memory’s sake.

Christmas this year, I was gifted a tiny wooden drawing mannequin keychain, from my sister. It was sort of an inside joke; our town’s Jr. High art teacher was this wacky, eccentric old man who had this old drawing mannequin (much larger than my keychain) that he kept in the back, only to wheal out at the beginning of each semester, pose him in wacky ways, and tell us to sketch out what we see, from where we were sitting.  He always introduced the mannequin as Fred, and explained that the piece of duck tape covering his mouth for the sake of his own sanity, because Fred would never shut up when he was packed away in storage. I’ve taken a lot of art classes throughout the years, but by far, this one was the most memorable; he changed the way I looked at the world. So in honor of him, I have this key chain, appropriately named, Fred Jr.

I couldn’t stand to just shove Fred Jr. onto some key ring, and forget about him; he had such character, such personality, and I wanted to document this in some way. So I turned back to my old friend, the camera.  I’ve taken dozens of photos of him posed around my house and neighbor hood, and every chance I get, I add to this collection. So I have decided to start something to add to the end of my blog posts. This little segment called Through My Eyes featuring none other than Fred Jr. Tell me what you think of my little friend. Don’t be shy, he doesn’t bite.

Well that’s all for now, so until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

A Review Day

“A good book should leave you… slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it”. ~William Styron, interview, Writers at Work, 1958
I have read a fair amount of books in the past year, and any of you who have read some of my first posts will know that I have a slight, or rather, considerable obsession with words, both previously written, and those haunting my own brain. So I thought maybe this would be a good time to share with you one of my more recent reads that has stuck with me.

The book is a fairly recently published one, of the YA variety. I found it while wandering between the stacks in my local library (one of my favorite activities). The title, /Stay With Me/ by Paul Griffin had me reaching for it at first glance. What can I say, it sounded like a desperate love story. I am a major sucker for a good tragic love story. The book fell good in my hand, and the cover was intriguing enough (Looking through a chain link fence you see two lovers pressed together in a kiss, a pit-bull lying, smiling, at their feet) to encourage me to crack the spine. After scanning the synopsis I knew that this would be one of the beautiful darlings that I would be taking home with me for a few weeks. It only took be two days (or should I say nights, I don’t really have time during the school days to read) to finish, and I was left breathless, and wanting more.

This novel was the perfect mix between character, and plot driven story arcs. For the plot side of things, we started with the meeting. That slow, slightly hesitant and utterly confusing game of the beginning of relationships. Then the actual romance, following by the tragedy. The one moment that changed everything. Within just a few pages the author had the entire course of the plot turned on its ear, leaving the reader with a feeling of helplessness and sorrow for the characters. I thought there was no possible way that the author could wrap this story up into a satisfying perfect little package… I thought it would be a lifetime movie imprinted within the pages of the book. And I was right, in a way. This book had all the elements of a lifetime movie that keeps me up at three am almost every Saturday throughout my summers, but instead of the inevitable cliff hanger ending that wraps things up in the most unsatisfying way, Griffin pulls it together at the last moment, throwing in a twist I definitely could not foresee, but made so much sense if you had keyed in to his little hints. I have a lot of respect for his ability to pull this story together. It may not have ended the way I was hoping for, but really, it was much /much/ better. (sorry I’m being vague, but I don’t want to spoil the book for you)

This book was so much more than a love story. It was a journey of friendships, of the fine line between right and wrong, of what really makes a good person, of a boys love for dogs, and of the characters relationships with each other, their family, and the world. I feel the best type of book is the kind that makes you feel as though you are an intruder; like you are spying and eavesdropping on the lives of these people. It almost gives you this sense of shame for doing so, but you are so caught up in the world that you are not able to focus on that. Griffin does a great job at this, giving you bits and pieces of the story, letting you clutch onto perfectly timed back story presents, and allowing the reader to draw their own conclusions, with just a gentle, subtle, perfectly crafted hand on the small of your back, guiding you along.

In a lot of novels you read now a days you are likely to get either plot or characters, but almost instantly you are introduced to this spectacular, flawed, and interesting cast. The story is told from two perspectives. First we have Mack, a tough closed off fifteen year old who has trouble looking people in the eye. He has a potent loathing for violence, yet his quick to fire temper completely embodies that. The boy is shy, a little bit of a slow learner, which has caused him to drop out of school, but he is so sweet. There is this soft spot for the underdog that only a few can see. He has a habit of picking dogs up off the street, specifically after they’ve been in dog fights, and taking them home to train them. Mack allows very few people to see this side of him, while actively hiding it from all others.

Then there is Cece; the smart, sassy, opinionated girl with a great love for cheesecake and all things food, and a major fear of dogs. We meet her as she is studying for this big test that could place her in a prestigious high school and on her way up and out of her town.

Together they are perfect, yet complete opposites. She’s straight forward and sharp, where he is shy and closed off. She has the world on a string and can do and go anywhere she pleases, while he has potential that is likely to never be nurtured, making his life seem to be stuck in place, if not going backward. They are each others’ yin and yang.

They are supported by a handful of vivid persons. There’s Vic, the wise old owner of the restaurant they both work at, who seems to have an uncanny knowledge of what everyone needs, whether they know it or not. Anthony, Cece’s older brother who is an all around good guy and has a gift and strong desire to make people happy. Along with their mother who is an alcoholic, Mack’s father who is gruff and also an alcoholic, and a handful of other minor characters.

What really makes this book so good, so memorable though, is the voice of each of these characters. Griffin has an ear for how people really talk, and his characters are so unique and amazing. You’ll have to read this to see what I mean, but his words truly jump off the page. It was a really great book.

((All this being said I would like to mention that this book is very biased, and I suggest you read it to make your own conclusions and opinions about it. I hope you aren’t disappointed.))

Well, that’s all for now. So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)

“Life isn’t about the destination but the journey that gets us there”
Guys… I’m not even sure where to begin this post. I am a sincerely bad blogger; I can’t believe it’s been over a year since I’ve visited my little blog ((or more so, the fact that there are still people visiting it after all this time. That is beyond amazing guys <3)) I feel as though I have been simply tripping through life these past several months. Life is going by in a blur, and I have so many great, blogable stories that are just far too outdated to tell now. *sighs* So I guess I will just summarize the last couple of months the best I can.

First off, I was in another play; this one with a much smaller part in a much wider known /musical/ entitled ‘Once upon a Mattress’. I was just in the ensemble, but it was so much fun, and /so/ much work that I was undoubtedly grateful for the role I received.(especially since the guy I like was also in the play) I put so much time and energy into this performance that afterward my day to day life seemed…. as though it was missing a major piece, even as my schedule has been crammed and I feel as though I’m running a mile a minute.
I’ve been working a lot lately on a newish novel which takes a lot of back story writing, research, drowning in depressing music, and slowly scratching of pieces of my soul to envelope my words in. I will post more about this novel in another post (oh looky there, silly little me promising another post. I hope I can hold up to that) but this story truly means a lot to me, and I feel as though I must write it.

I have, somewhat stupidly and quite crazily, volunteered to write the screen play for the historical musical my US history teacher is putting together. I don’t know why I thought I’d have time to do this, or could handle the stress, but it’s all too late now. I’m knee deep and waist high in my own insanity. Way to go Rosey.

I’m in the middle of preparing to for all my finals that’ll be coming up here in the next few weeks. This being said, mostly what I’m doing, aside from studying, is trying to prep my brain for the inevitable mush that it will be turning into soon *nodnod*

In June I will begin my second bout of Camp Nano and be writing my little heart out on said forely mentioned novel. On top of this, I’ve been growing closer to some of my Nano friends, expanding to chatsites, facebook, and the great possibility of a vlogbrothers style youtube collaboration, which should be fun and exciting. We’ll see.

And last, but certainly not least, we have what I was doing today, which was my very first interview for a job at my local pool. I have no idea how that went but I keep replaying every mistake in my head over and over. I stumbled over words, said stupid things that took too long for me to think of, and was shaking through most of the cross examination. Still, I should find out soon whether or not I got the job. I’m quite anxious to see.

Well folks, that’s all for now, so until next time, Keep on dreaming &*)

The Return of the Blogger

“Many people hear voices when no-one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.”
((((((First off and for most I would like to make an announcement that I have my first subscriber! *Insert fan-girl squeals and hopping up and down here* You know who you are and thank-you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…..(Three hours later)…ooooooooooooooo much! (take big gasp of breath) Now back to you normally scheduled programming.))))))
Hello again blog. Long time no see (or write). I have come to the conclusion that my mind is total mush. All ability to think those analytical type of thought has flown out the window with the sixty + miles-per-hour wind that has recently flooded my home city/town/place. Which I suppose, for the purpose of Spring Break, is fine…. But I start back at school tomorrow and am not sure how well all this is actually going to work out. So here’s to giving my friends a little enjoyment at watching my unthinkingness (It’s a word now :p)
Spring break. The phrase brings about a yearning picture of sun, beaches, swimming, ect. One of many breaks that the school children find themselves unconsciously counting down the days for; spring fever runs amuck attacking every soul who dares to hope for a small relief of their ordinary school-week schedule. And though no matter how much we over think the wondrous, dare I say magical, possibilities of this week, we are almost always let down. Now as I find myself curled up in this stupidly broken recliner, tapping out my thoughts onto this keyboard, and glowering out of my large living-room window at the two inches of fresh snow that have recently drifted down from the heavens, I have that terrible sinking feeling that there will be many more breaks just like this one. And I have forced myself once again to vow never to string such high expectations on a silly little week again… I will fail at this though. I, as most of us do, know the great pleasure that comes from “Planning” out how my mini-vacation will come about. Saying this I have no doubt that come next break my imagination’s hand crank will begin to turn on autopilot as the mystical opportunities stretch before its eyes with child-like wonder.
Now if you have ever read one of my other posts, you would know that the quotes up top generally set off the tone of the entire ‘article’. Well what I was referring to my amazingly super-unstoppable *~*“Writer’s Block”*~* (Insert chilling music here: dun dun dun dun…..) *audience gasp, filled with fear for their own creative outlet* My ode to this retarded road bump began early last Saturday and has not failed to hold steady until…. Today. *Sighs* a whole week wasted. Or so I thought. But in retrospect I can see how helpful this little nuisance was, for in my ingenious attempts to thwart *~*his*~* dastardly leachyness (Again my word: I don’t care about grammar at the moment) I did many a thing that would not have been possible had I been chained to my laptop all week. I cooked, cleaned, did a LOT of yoga, walked/ran on my treadmill, played with my dog, hopelessly stalked the Nano forums (both YWP{Young writers program} and regular), read, watched movies, discovered how to fix green tea that that it doesn’t taste like an herb filled water (Just add milk) listened to endless amounts of music, created a family tree for my MC(Main Character) in my Nano Novel, and gave my *~*Story Dreamer*~* much to think about. So all and all my week was… okay.
One thing that I have learned from all of this is what should be a written rule somewhere Thou shall not cook whilst thy mind is mush.(Unless of course it’s three A.M) It’s a good general rule to live by.(Switch to third person)
At first she started simple, warm up some leftovers she thought to herself. Easy enough for any fool… or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself. The sad truth was that poor Rose was not just any fool. When attempting to remove the bowl of food from the microwave, she found herself ‘forgetting’ that the dish would be hot causing her to reach in, grab it and promptly drop it to the floor. This action sent her into a spiraling furry of a race to trap her and her brother’s dogs into the master bedroom in hopes of stopping their quest to eat and get the porcelain stuck into every cranny of their paws. At the same time she went into robotic motions as she scooped, swept, and mopped the floor surrounding the crime scene, all before the pups had opportunity to go ‘potty’ all over the nice hardwood floors. Rose succeeded, but just barely; and after this ordeal she surrendered to the skipping of that meal.
The next day at the strike of noon (or shortly thereafter) Rose found herself looking at another strikingly simple task; cook canned chili. After opening the can and dumping the contents into a small metal pan over a medium-high stovetop heat, the beautiful hypnotizing procrastination powers of The YWP Nano forums sucked her in, erasing every thought of watching and stirring the cooking goop…. That is until she smelt the putrid aroma of burned chili smoke and caked on charcoaled chili. Rose was forced to start over. Following shortly after came the idea to make boxed brownies for her sister and parents who had taken advantage of the break to go gallivanting to who knows where in the country while she stayed at home taking care of the house and dog. After they were ready and cooled, Rose covered the pan with foil and place it in the microwave for ‘safe keeping.’ Promptly after this, her brother (who had recently moved back into some house around the Rose’s town) with his radar for baked-goods came stomping into her house. He slammed open the microwave door and continued to devour the entire 9 x 9 pan within the hour and without any further thought of who they were truly meant for.
Later that night (Or technically the next morning for it was near two A.m) due to her usual insomniatic habits, Rose decided to put in one last desperate attempt to cook her family (Not her bro) a welcome home gifts. By four in the morning the Magic Cookie Bars were prepared, cooked, cooled, and covered and Rose found herself warmly wrapped in the blankets of her bed.
The next morning Rose brings the 13×9 pan of Marshmallow-coconut-semi-sweet-and-white-chocolate-grahamcrackery-goodness to her room, placing it on her bed (the only available spot to put it) and shutting the door ‘securely’ behind her. Little did she know (remember) her door was unable to latch properly. Her dog on the other hand did, and he scratched it open and consumed the entire pan. (end of third person story) As you can tell, I wasn’t having much luck with the kitchen.
The above symbols appeared in the text referring to my personification of my Inner Editor, Spell checker, Story Dreamer, and Writer’s block.
• My Inner Editor is a guy named Tom. He has chocolate brown medium length (for a guy) hair, always wears a black suit, white dress suit red tie and really shiny black suit, has jade green eyes, wears black Clark Kent style glasses, is twenty seven and always has coffee in a white china mug. Sometimes he gets really annoying, but I love and couldn’t live without his help.
• My Story Dreamer is amazing. She has shiny pitch black straight hair that has rainbow tips, bangs and is shoulder length. She is short to the extreme, loves wearing all kinds of wacky clothes, especially dresses, always has on these shiny bright red heals, always has on a crescent moon shaped pendent necklace, and is completely covered in glitter. Oh, and her eyes are rainbow too.
• My Spell Checker is a slacker, and has not appeared for five years. I think he’s lost, gone completely MIA , and I can’t seem to remember what he looks like.
• My Writers block is an evil dark greenish-black tar-like creature that leaches on to my head and scrambles my brain, making it nearly impossible to write a word.
And that’s all for now. So until the next post Keep On Dreaming &*)

Hi Again

“Insanity is my only means of relaxation”
Alright, so I haven’t posted in…… like forever. Honestly, I haven’t had a lot of free time lately. I’m back now so I will start back to the week of the play.
Wow, what a week. Hectic, crazy, non-stop and yes, I feel insanity setting in. It’s pretty sad when you can honestly say that Monday was the best day of the week; especially when you hate Mondays. What’s even sadder is saying that going to your classes was the most relaxing part of your week. *Yawn* So Monday I had to stay after to help paint the scene flats, Tuesday and Wednesday were spent from 6-9 at rehearsals, then after that I had to stay up ‘till three AM on both nights to get Homework done. And then got up at 5 to get ready for school. On the night of the play I fell asleep on my Homework, so I had to finish up the next morning, and someone spilt apple cider all over it, smearing the ink. So I had to redo everything in five minutes.
The play on Thursday that we performed for our parents went fairly well. The last scene had a pie fight, a sword fight, and my own demise. We had never practiced the scene with the actual whipped cream pies before so when we did, the people through them a little too forcefully and it went across the entire stage. The cream was everywhere, and after we had taken our bows, we set off on a weird adrenalin hype slipping around on stage and being overly noisy.
That Friday we had to perform the play for second period classes, stopping at intermission and starting back up during sixth. I.E we had to keep our stupid makeup on all day long. It was terribly done by our director, and was rather embarrassing. But that was quickly forgotten when we started the second half of the play.
We had a narrator as a character, and he comes out to introduce us but accidentally starts off for a different scene. When he realized this, he pauses, says, ‘Crap, that was the wrong line…… Mrs. B! Mrs. B! What do I do Mrs. B!” running off stage while we all crack up, while trying not to let him see. (Mrs. B was the helper who was following along on the script to feed us our lines if we had forgotten them. The poor guy. He soon recovered and the rest of the play went on seamlessly.
The next week was the beginning of my new semester. I now have speech (Which in and of itself scares the crap out of me), art, and a class that produces our school literary magazine. I have no classes with one of my best friend, and only have lunch with her once a week, which is utterly upsetting. The good news though is that my friends are finally starting to come out of their depressed slump.
This week I have two big research projects to do, plus my grade is to have an assembly on which no one knows what it’s over, though we all assume that we’re going to get yelled at. Haha, but in random news, I have found an addicting art form: Drabbles! These are 100 word short stories that are just bundles of fun!
Anyway, that’s all that I can think of at this moment, so until next time, Keep on Dreamin’ and thanks for readin’ &*)

Hectic Beginnings

I don’t think we realise just how fast we go until you stop for a minute and realise just how loud and how hectic your life is, and how easily distracted you can get.
Meg Ryan


This week was long. And really that’s the best way to describe it. Why is it that the first half of the school year practically disappears before our eyes, but the second half moves at a snail’s pace? You could see on the faces of my fellow classmates that I was not the only one who has felt the severe shift it pace. Eyes look hollow, cheeks sag, and everyone walks like they’re zombies. In the words of a friend in my history class, everyone is so used to staying up ‘till six and sleeping ‘till noon that we can’t handle the early mornings. I’ll just be glad to get my semi normal sleeping patterns back.

There is both sad and happy news floating through our school hallways. One of the most perverted and twisted guy’s in our grade is switching to online school starting after the end of first semester. Girls and boys alike rejoice at this discovery. But on the other hand, one of my close friends is also going to be homeschooled in a few weeks. Apparently, he got caught not only dealing, but smoking Marijuana the Friday before Christmas break. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to get him to stop this nasty habit; not only for his sake, but for everyone around him, but her just refuses to listen. His parents, of course, flipped out and are convinced that the school is to blame. What sucks more than that is his parents are so strict that he has no cell-phone, no email, technically he’s not allowed to have a facebook either, but he made an account without their knowledge, and they would freak if they knew that he was even friends with girls, so I have virtually no way to keep in contact with him. My only hope is that this seclusion will have a positive effect on his attitude toward drugs. There are other, more tragic news yet, but I will not put that here for the sake of the friend it pertains to.

Aww yes, well if I thought it was a busy week last week, this week is going to be even worse. The end of the first semester is next Thursday I think, not sure though, and so the play for my drama class is on this Thursday at 7 and I have to be there at six.  So on Tuesday and Wednesday I have to rehearse from six to nine pm. Which means that I have two hours in between that and when I get home at four to do my homework, eat, shower, and do my hair. O_o I have a feeling that either my hair is gonna suck those days, or I’ll be delaying half of my homework until morning. More than likely it will be the latter. Then on Friday we perform the play for the entire school during 2nd and 6th periods. In English I’m going to have an essay to write, and in math I have a major test, plus all the studying for next week’s finals.  Also, I have to do a debate over child labor in history and my teacher thought I was the best one in our group to do two things, so not only do I have to argue against someone, but I also have to create a closing statement in five minutes. *hyperventilates* I hate public speaking.  So basically, I will be getting absolutely zero sleep.

What have I done this weekend? Writing, writing, and more writing. I wrote the first draft of that essay, I worked a little bit on adding to Out of the shadows, and editing the first fifty pages of that for my CW final project. I have my cover picture for that book too!Out of the Shadows Cover

Oo, and then I also came up with an idea for my next novel! I can’t wait to start working on it! Yes, and last night I watched two movies with my sister; Date Night (Hilarious, thrilling, awesome) and Flipped (Sweet, funny, romantic). In other words, they were both really good.  My new favorite song (I forgot to mention.)  is Raise your glass by Pink.  It is awesome!  And last Sunday my mom cut my hair so that I have bangs and…….. hold the drum roll please…….. my dad actually liked it! I was shocked, he has never liked bangs before.

Basically I won’t have time to post until next weekend. That is unless I can get on during one of my sleepless nights. *sigh*

So until next time, thanks for reading and Keep on dreaming &*)