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Habitual Nature


Acting is the most personal of our crafts. The make-up of a human being – his physical, mental and emotional habits – influence his acting to a much greater extent than commonly recognized.
Lee Strasberg
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So I was sitting in my Spanish class today thinking about human habits. Now, it’s not an odd thing for me to be avoiding actually listening to the Spanish lecture to opt for a more fun thought wave. But that’s not necessarily why I was thinking of this then. You’d have to see the way we sit to understand this.

I’m not sure how other Spanish classes are set up, but for mine, there are about seven rows of three pushed up against one wall, and seven rows of three pushed up against the opposite wall, facing each other. We were allowed to choose where we sit.

In my first semester this year we were segregated straight down the middle, boys by the window wall, girls by the door. But even within these sections there were splits by how they set themselves up, based more on personality and friends. Now, in my second semester, our class was split in a more complex way, which was made abundantly clear on valentines day. My side? nothing. Not one valentine. The other? Tons.

So yes, basically we split by popularity. Our side made light of this by labeling ourselves the ‘forever alone’ side. Coincidentally, most of us have tumblrs, and though we might not hang out in our day to day life, during that one period of the day, we are a united, fully functions nerd herd.

I love the people in my Spanish class. Even the other side is amusing. One half is the guys, which are mostly made of the the trouble makers, but the funny ones, and the other half consists of the preppy girls. There is no end to the stories I could tell you from that class alone, but that is a story for another post.

In my English class, the room is structured similarly, and we sat ourselves in an order of my group, the quiet girls, the preps, the loudmouths, and then onto the trouble makers. Group discussions are pretty one-sided. Pun intended.

At lunch, we all find ourselves sprinkled amongst the school. My group either eats on the hillside outside, when it’s nice, or on the floor by the heater near the office when it’s not. The same outside groups always sitting around us in their usual places.

During assemblies, you see this pattern setting in as to where we always sit. Based, again, on groups. Now, I should mention that our school isn’t radically divided. But we still have our normal groups, that appear in all school settings.

My point is guys, that when left up to our own devices, we will choose to turn to the familiar, the comfortable. And why wouldn’t we? It’s so ingrained in us that that’s we’re we belong that it is downright scary to go against that.

And it isn’t just in school settings that I see this. It’s everywhere. From buses, parks, and pools, to my job, and coffee shops and even grocery stores. We interact with those who seem the closest to what we have always known.

I have trouble with this at my church especially. It’s a college church, and I attend with my sister. She knows people there, has friends in the congregation, while I… do not. I find myself constantly blending into the background, keeping my trap shut and hovering near my sisters group. I am not my sister, by any means. Her group is not like my own. I almost constantly keep up this feeling of being an outsider. So uncomfortable. Nothing changes when I do this, the uncomfortableness has just become a thing of normalcy.

The question I’d like to pose to ya’ll is how are we ever supposed to experience anything new if we never break from our self determined packs and habits? Sure we have fun together, but how often is that fun really that great? I know my group has become so comfortable with one another that we’ve run out of things to talk about. Lunch periods are rather boring sometimes. But we keep coming back because that’s what we’re used to.

Haven’t the greatest memories, that are story worthy been from those times that we were hurled into the unknown? Curiosity and wonder are natural, and good, but so often we suppress these for familiarity’s sake. Life is not about security. We should be taking chances, changing things up, making mistakes. Nothing would ever be accomplished, no new inventions would be notable if someone hadn’t have stepped out of their personal comfort zone to chase the uncertain path of their thoughts and ideas.

So I pose a challenge to you readers. Try to do at least one uncomfortable thing this week. Whether it be talking to a stranger, sitting in a new area, or simply trying a new restaurant, activity, or outfit style. What ever you want, just go out of the way to reject the ordinary. You may be surprised by the results.

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

~Rose


Natalie Goldberg ~ Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Nothing is that important. Just lie down ~

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Today was nearly unbearably too long, especially after an hour long awards assembly which, when it finally came to a close, had us so tired and downright bored that the class period after that felt like its own personal kind of hell.  Not to mention my last class was going over in extensive detail of all the ways that energy drinks are bad for you. Although, this topic was much more enjoyable then that of two days ago when that featured images of meth addicts and people who had been victims of drunk driving accident. The only redeeming quality of that class is that I sit right next to the guy I like.
There were two bright spots of this day. First, was lunch when my biology teacher dressed up as one of the flying monkeys on Wizard of Oz as was the agreement if we raised enough money for this fundraiser the school held a few weeks ago. He walked through the outdoor commons during lunch surrounded by an entourage of yearbook photographers. Second came during my drama class as we were practicing for our final scenes. My group is doing a modern Cinderella in which two godmothers, one good and one bad, are trying to sway Cindy’s mind on something she has planned. (I’m the evil godmother *smirks*) What made this a bright spot however, was our forcing one of the senors to take our parts, first as Cinderella, and then as both of the godmothers. That kid is hilarious, and I sincerely hope he pursues a career in entertainment.
As for this moment I am preparing to go to job training which starts in a half an hour while simultaneously watching Two and a Half Men and listening to Michael Buble. I’m incredibly nervous for this, but I should get going. I’ll post again tomorrow.
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Well that’s all for now, So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)
~Rose

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

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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!
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And for the Through My Eyes portion of today’s post
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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

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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 &*)


“Life isn’t about the destination but the journey that gets us there”
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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.”
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((((((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.
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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”
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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

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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 &*)

I’m ba-ack



I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.  ~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977

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Holiday’s over  L but the memories and bright feelings of Christmas still remain. So I got the book I so desperately wanted 😀 and finished it yesterday at about two (It was only six-hundred pages) It was amazing….. the absolute perfect ending to a great series. I’m sad to see it end. *sigh* well as it turns out, my best friend and I got nearly all the same things for Christmas.. just goes to show you how alike we truly are :^P

I am so excited to have my family back together under one roof. My big bro is staying in town until Wednesday, at which point he’ll be forced to return to his own town and reenter the working world. But for now, I can just enjoy seeing him again. Today, he is taking me to our local Hastings so I can endeavor burn through the forty dollars of gift card money I have in order purchase so good reading material before I must return my eyes and mind to the “books” they have in the room they call a “library” at my school. It’s a pathetic excuse for one. This is also where I get to make my drama/English teacher really mad at me.  She has this stupid rule that we must ask her if it is okay to read a non AR book before we are allowed to read it. I’m sorry, but there’s no chance on this earth that she will be able to stop me from reading the books I want on Christmas Vacation. It is and will always be my choice. And this is why I can no longer claim to be a teacher’s pet; I would say that to her face if she tries to punish me for it.

Other than that I really have no plans for my day (well there is always reading the books I buy) 8) and more than likely helping my mom around the house or playing with my dog. (He is currently sniffing the front door anxiously awaiting the return of my missing family members. Or in his mind ‘guarding’ the door from all the evil that may enter through it) What I really need to do is write. I have my final project/nanovel to finish, but I am currently stuck. I have planned (mentally and I’m open to other ideas) what’s going to be happening and I know precisely how it will end. The problem? I’m not sure how to get there right now….. though honestly, killing off another character probably wouldn’t hurt. And this thought pattern folks is why my writing friend calls me a ‘character serial killer’  But come on! I have only killed nine and a half (one came back to life) named characters, and am planning on killing several dozen unnamed ones. That’s not that many! (muhahahaha) Okay, maybe it is, but I have too much fun. [:#{) This state of mind is also why I won’t write if I am in a bad mood. One bad day could send my book world’s death count into a dangerous catastrophic spiral. (I.e. it would be the end of the world as I know it.) I don’t want that any more than my characters would; leaves for a messy clean up. (:^S Ha.

Okay so that’s all for now, until next time friends; Dream on &*)

Really?


“Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us?”

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So i just got home from drama practice and I have to say that i just really don’t like this teacher. I don’t know, i guess she’s okay, but she just doesn’t listen. You have to do it her way, or no way, you know? It’s so annoying! Adults always say that we don’t listens, but when do they ever listen to us?

Anyway, last night, I just had one of those nights that has you counting down until the day you turn eighteen. I don’t know about you guys, but sometimes, I really hate adults. They just don’t get that we are responsible enough to do things on our on, and they get mad at the fact that your always in your room. Honestly, I can handle them being upset with me, but when they actually have the nerve to order me to stay out in the living room and not go in my room or I’ll get my cell-phone taken away; that is when they really bug me.

What I really love, is my friends. I can come to school all upset and angry, and within ten minutes they’ll have me laughing my head off. I swear, they are awesome. During lunch, I had my camera with me, so we all spent the entire time taking goofy pictures of each other. I have this one of one of the guys jumping on one of the others back in order to tackle him to the ground. I can’t wait to get those printed up! Oh and during math I had four friends in the class and we were all hyper and giggling. Eventually the jocks yelled at us to shut up. The Jocks! Like they have any room to talk. 🙂

In science, (and trust me, this is one of the only times you’ll hear me talk about that class, I hate the subject) we are learning about the Universe and got to see pictures of auroras from other planets. Oh, they are soooooo pretty! Also, there’s an eclipse on December 21, don’t forget to check it out.

Alright,  now I really have to stop procrastinating.  I have a short story to finish, math, and science. So until next time, Keep on dreaming &*)