Strawberry Highs and Biology Final Setup

As the title suggests, my day started out with a nice strawberry high.  It sounds delicious, doesn't it?  Mmm, strawberries...anyhow.  I went to get a cavity filled this morning.  And though I've had that done before I don't remember it.  They flavor the laughing gas at the pediatric dentist, you see, and I chose strawberry.  Who wouldn't when the other two choices are orange and grape?  At first everything felt normal, then I felt heavy when I moved.  But then came the actual high, and it felt like a dream!  Absolutely wonderful considering I haven't achieved that level of lucidity in my dreams in a distressingly long time.

Next the day only got better in Foods.  We had a sub today, and Jake wasn't here.  I know you're thinking, "How is any of that good?"  Normally, I'd agree with you.  However, I love a nice break every once in a while and quite believe in it.  Also, when you're not there the subs usually call attendance with your first name first and then calls out your full name.  With all other subs they stopped simply at the first name, which was very disappointing.  But today was my lucky day!  This sub called out his last name, and Amie was absolutely right on who she guessed.  I'll have to try to remember to talk to her about him tomorrow.

Speaking of Amie, she has a new boyfriend.  Two of his most prominent traits?  Perverted and religious.  (After all this time, you think a lot more people would see a twisted connection in those two.)  He also makes terrible jokes in a lame (as in crippled, not the insult.) attempt to be funny.  Amie finds cripples endearing, so good for her.  His name is Chase, and because until today he didn't know my name he called me 'Mystery Girl'.  Which I found hilarious, despite his disability.  We talked today while square dancing (the two side ladies chain across and by the opposite guy...or...hmm...).

And now I'm in an insanely huge study session with my biology stuff spread out all over my bed in piles.  It's for the final, because I decided to actually show initiative in school again.  I want these finals to be as good as my government and global finals.  Which are going to be pretty hard to beat.  So studying!  Not before a couple of hours of Gossip Girl though, that show is absolutely addicting!

This is one of the many strawberry pictures I came up with when I typed 'strawberry high' into Google Images:

A Snippet of Fanfic and a Taddle of Rainbow

While I've been waiting for the rest of you to post something at least half interesting, I've been doing no posting myself.  Hypocrites make the world go round, and I'm one of them.

Just a taddle of rainbow for y'all.  ;)  I just added taddle to my dictionary :)

Now onto the fanfiction section of this blog post!  After many months of a hiatus of pure and absolute laziness I finally wrote the eight chapter for Time Changes!  Granted, it was short but effective.   I needed a little bridge back into fanfiction anyway!  I'm so excited to be doing this again, and I even got another review!  It's from a person that's had Time Changes on Story Alert since basically the very beginning.  The review really made my day and kind of inspired me to finish the ninth chapter, so that's what I'm doing now!  

Also, if you want to check out my tumblr, click here!

A Snippet of Fanfic and a Taddle of Rainbow

While I've been waiting for the rest of you to post something at least half interesting, I've been doing no posting myself.  Hypocrites make the world go round, and I'm one of them.

Just a taddle of rainbow for y'all.  ;)  I just added taddle to my dictionary :)

Now onto the fanfiction section of this blog post!  After many months of a hiatus of pure and absolute laziness I finally wrote the eight chapter for Time Changes!  Granted, it was short but effective.   I needed a little bridge back into fanfiction anyway!  I'm so excited to be doing this again, and I even got another review!  It's from a person that's had Time Changes on Story Alert since basically the very beginning.  The review really made my day and kind of inspired me to finish the ninth chapter, so that's what I'm doing now!  

Also, if you want to check out my tumblr, click here!

This Post is For Amelia

I feel bad I haven't posted in a while.  *snorts*  What am I talkin' about?  No I don't!

So you want a current event, do ya?  Breaking Dawn is coming to theatres near you very soon.  Excited?  I AM!  Have you seen the trailer?  It's the absolute funniest thing when Bella has her hands on her stomach and is all 'this can't be possible...'  And then it gets funnier when Taylor Laughtner tries to be all dramatic and says 'They'll slaughter you.'  So if you haven't watched the trailer yet, go do that right this very second.  I'm going to see Breaking Dawn this Saturday with the sisters, but I'm going to go again next week with Amelia and a couple of other friends to make fun of it and laugh and say 'ha ha, Edward looks ugliest in this one.'

Speaking of next week..........IT'S THANKSGIVING BREAK NEXT WEEK!  I'm really excited.  No school for 6 out of 7 days!  Because we of course have to go Monday.  What Monday wouldn't be complete without school?  Bleh.

This year has gone pretty damn fast so far.  Then again, the first semester always goes pretty fast.  Only this year we'll be enjoying finals, joy!  I can already tell that a whole bunch of people are going to be freaking out fairly soon, and I'm going to sit there and say: "Chill, man.  It's just a really big long test.  If you fail all tests, you will fail this one, only on a bigger scale.  You've gotten used to failing, haven't you?  If you usually do fairly well, then you'll do fairly well on this test.  You've gotten used to being average, haven't you?  I, however, am going to do fabulous and get every single one right.  You've gotten used to me beating you, haven't you?"  And then they'll mull that over for a second, then laugh and say 'you're right!'

I've been writing, writing, writing.  I'm gonna get 50k, I can just feel it!  I'm having a lot of fun with the story, right now Melody is painting on the wall.  Because that's where murals typically go, right?

Not Much Time to Spare

So Jake broke up with me.  Over text, too, the coward.  He apologized, so I told him to stay strong.  And he was like 'whaaat?'

But on to bigger and better news........!

I actually don't have any other news.  Brian got sick today :'( This makes me really and truly sad.  You shoulda seen it!  It was tear-producing bad.  Stayed in costumes until 10 tonight.  Tomorrow only till 6, then Thursday I gotta get to school at 6 AM!  And I'll be there allllllllllll day.  Weeeee!  Taco Bell left an aftertaste of barf today, I am NOT IMPRESSED.

That is all, I'm sorry I'm not quite coherent.  I will try really hard to make up for this crap tomorrow while cleaning my room.  Goodnight people.

Latching On: The Experiment

^ That is the title of my novel for NaNoWriMo.  Today I plan to write three chapters, because I am really behind.  Stupid school :P

I honestly shouldn't be blaming it on school.  It's really my position on running crew for costumes (I don't think I ever told you guys that!) and it's Hell Week.  Er, Hell Week's.  Costume girls have two.  Next week we get to stay 'till ten a couple of days D:  Joy.  But it's alright, cuz we're gonna go out to eat and I can work on my novel on those crazy days.

Caitlin thinks I choked her xD  But really it was Emily.  Emily has a thing for choking you see.

Honestly, I think that's all.  If I think of something more I'll just edit this post, and not add a new post.

Must Barrel Through Insane Week Ahead

Well, let's go in chronological order, yes?

*takes a deep breath*

Tomorrow my dad is having his bone marrow transplant, I hope I remember to call him.  I emailed him tonight a little short message, so I should remember.  Also, the higher up girls decided on running crew for costumes today, and so I'm sure it'll be posted sometime this week.  I'm anxious!  Running crew means I get to do hair and makeup too!  If I make it, that is.

Wednesday is gonna be Trunk or Treat at...some church.  I love Trunk or Treat, should be fun :D

I think we were gonna go to an auction on Thursday, but I don't think we are anymore.  I'm sure there'll be something to do that day.

On Friday I'm goin' to a bonfire.  At which I hope that guy from homecoming will come.  We shall see, he might have a football game to go to, as he is in fact a football player.

On Saturday morning is a Halloween Parade, it's in a town over.  But the weather should be nice, so I'm looking forward to it.

So we're doing a group research project in English.  We were in the computer lab for 2 days last week, and when we got in there she told us that she did not want us sitting by our group members.  I was baffled at this, it didn't make any sense!  She told us that she wanted us doing individual work.  Ahem, for a group project.  Now, this resulted in us getting the exact same information!  Argh.

Buh BUY!

Whoops, Somebody Hates Me!

To the title: Ah well, you can't control everything, can you?

Anywho, I'm working on what's going to be an absolutely fabulous shirt right now.  Cut up the side, made it rainbow, added buttons...it's lookin' pretty nice ;)

Man, I had a long day of shopping yesterday.  We went to Party City, Marshals (where I got some purple rain boots!), and Hobby Lobby.  In between Marshals and Hobby Lobby we ate at...some steakhouse.  I always get their names mixed up.  Eeet was goood :)  We were gonna go to the Sculpture Garden, but Steph had to go out later and she wanted to take a nap.

Then 3/4 of us sisters went to the hospital to visit our daddio.  Instead of being in the Leukemia and Lymphoma  Ward he is in the Transplant Ward.  The Transplant Ward is much nicer, it even has wood floors!  It looks a little like a hotel, except for the antibacterial foams and yellow masks and blue gloves outside every door.  Other than that, very much like a hotel. 

Me and the Morgs ended up playing cards in the fancy Family Lounge, though, because he was feelin' bad from the chemo.  So we played cards and watched the baseball game. 

Aaaaand that's it folks!  Expect a rant about a certain English teacher's research project tomorrow!

What Time Is It? Rant Time!

“If I worked at McDonalds I would hire all old people.”  This was said to me a couple of hours ago.  I asked her why, and she answered that old people work harder.  This is where I rolled my eyes and asked her how did she know that?  She answered by saying that it was proven.
This whole rant is gonna go back to the whole ‘this generation is so lazy, blah blah blah’.  Well, let me start by saying that your great generation raised my generation.  As I personally think that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my generation that wasn’t wrong in earlier ones, I say kudos to the people who raised us.  They did an average job.
Saying that old people work harder came as an insult to me.  Because us teenagers, or those people in their twenties, they just don’t get it.  They’re so lazy.  What went wrong?  If some people really feel this way, they should feel ashamed of how they raised their kids..  You can blame yourself for how the world is turning out, right?  Right.
I don’t think you should say that old people work harder than younger people because I think that a person should be judged on their individual work ability and work ethic.  It might be true than in a study more old people work harder than the younger people, but that isn’t to say that you should hire all old people.  There are so many hard-working people out there, so many intelligent people, so many geniuses!  So If I were to work at a McDonalds, I would hire hard-working, friendly, people-pleasing people.
But now back to the generation issue.  I believe that how you’re raised affects how you will turn out to be as a person, but only, say, half of what ultimately goes into it.  The other half is formed by your experiences outside of the family home.  The places you travel, the people you look up to, the things you do.  All of those things change you, and mold you, until you come out a very different person than you were at age 1, or age 11, or age 18.  So I guess what I’m saying is that how you’re raised gives you a good foundation to build your character off of, if you want to build off of it.  You can always choose not to, you know.

Too Stubborn For a Cane, Opts For Army Crawl

Just came back from a 2 hour long orchestra benefit concert.  That could translate into 'too long' instead of '2 long'.

I'm really tired so this post might not come out quite as coherent as I'd like it to be.

Current event:  IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!  The Cardinals are losing 2 to 4 last time I checked.  Grr, they were doing so well!  Ah well, all good things must come to an end.  Whoever said that must've been clinically depressed.  Or a realist.

I really need to pack.  My dad is getting a bone marrow transplant soon (like next week soon?) and so we're spending the weekend at his house down at the lake.  Also, half day of school tomorrow.  This means us high schoolers actually get out at 10:20.  Isn't it sad that they call that a half day?  Yes folks, that IS how early we get up.  Also, in the 'dictionary' schoolers is not a word.  I just added it, so now it is.

Aaaaaaaaand that's it, folks!  Check back tomorrow at the earliest for new and most likely more exciting post!

Full Moons Are For Shiny Happy People

There are two types of full moons:

1) The romantic kind, where you want to sit on a sweet smelling flower-ridden hill with your lover and just stare at it forever (man have I got it bad?!) or

2) The creepy kind, where the werewolves come out and the vampires stay inside because they'd just make moving targets of themselves.  Why?  The light is just so bright, they'd sparkle!

Anyway, tonight's a full moon and incidentally it's neither of those examples for me.  Well, not at the moment anyway.  Who knows what could happen?  I could sneak out, find a random dude, sit on a hill, and then be caught in the middle of a herd of stampeding sparkly vampires with werewolves with a craving for sparkly vampire chasing after them.  Hey, you never do know.

That's really all I have to say tonight.  I just wanted to get another post in, because I really love full moons and I would love one full moon to end up like the first one.

Night :)

The Circle of Life

So, last night was homecoming.  First I would like to state that my friend Maggie did a post on this very same homecoming, and that post will look a lot like mine.  So click here if you would like to read it.

Yesterday, after going shoe shopping to cheer up my older sister, I went to Emily's house.  Maggie was there too, and Maddie came later.  Maggie, Emily, and I got ready there, while Maddie just came ready.  (You see, Maggie, Emily, and I are the home cooked meal while Maddle is the hot-and-ready Little Caesars pizza.)  However, Emily hurt herself in the process.  She did a kick, fell flat on her back, and it sounded like the couch had fallen over - to quote her mother.  Unfortunately later we decided against sticking an extra ibuprofen in her clutch for the 3 hours in heels that lay ahead for her.

And so commenced the hair-doing, pizza-eating (coincidentally Little Caesars), and almost bursting into tears on Emily's part.  Let's skip ahead to the dance, shall we?

The four of us walk in, all looking fabulous.  We not only looked fabulous but felt smashing.  And we were.  Emily's ibuprofen had kicked in, my shoes were not yet killing me slowly but surely, and Maggie had not yet felt a little depressed.  But that's all later, I'm getting ahead of myself.

We walked into the dance, and I must say it was very well decorated.  The theme was 'Taj Mahal Ball'.  The paper path on the floor was all ripped up from all the idiots who can't walk in heels correctly.  I am not one of those idiots, thankfully.  And so we walk into the gym, which no longer looks like the gym it's so decorated, and we see The Circle.

Now, I'm sure most of you reading this post have been to a dance.  However, I'll describe what happens just in case.  We start outside of The Circle.  People stand in groups nearer the walls than The Circle.  On the outside of The Circle there's just dancing, only dancing at this thing is more like a bounce-sway thing.  Just gotta get into the beat, man.  Go a little farther into The Circle and you find mostly harmless grinding.  Farther, more serious grinding.  So the closer you get to the inside of The Circle, the closer you get to where the sex is happening.

So at one point in this fine night before anything really went down and we were super bored, we stood and looked at that giant Circle of gyrating people.  Emily named it The Circle of Life - I readily agreed - and then wondered why they weren't caught.  And so I promptly said, 'Just gotta go with the beat!'

Later one of my other friends decided she wanted a guy to dance with.  She had been told (probably by her older sister) that there was this one corner in particular.  So we stood in that very corner, and we waited.  Albeit awkwardly.  Sure enough Anna walks up with her crush Kyle with another guy in tow.  Anna asked who wanted to dance with him, and so I promptly volunteered.

We went to the grinding part of the circle (Anna and Kyle too) and we were awkward.  It was awkward for a while, and then Emily came with this one Catholic kid she had told her Jesus theory to earlier.  We all dance, except for Kyle and Anna who just stand there and made out.  So when they finally pulled away from each other (for breathing purposes no doubt) Kyle waggled his eyebrows at Jake.  (Jake being the guy I danced with.)  The eyebrow waggle was promptly understood by all of us.  And so, after a seriously awkward hesitation, I kissed the guy.  After that I kissed him multiple times more.

Eventually I left, and Emily took it upon herself to have him give me his number.  So today we texted for a good two hours, and I learned a lot about the guy.  His last name, for example.  Also: he's a football player.

This is when I freaked out.  I freaked out it a good way, not a bad way.  Never did I ever think in my whole entire life that I would kiss a football player!  Ever!

I'm going to end this ridiculously long blog post with telling you people how thrilled I am!

If a man's kiss is his signature, this guy has a sloppy signature.

I'll Syrup Your Pancakes...;)

Sooo, NaNoWriMo is coming in a month.  I'm excited, but kind of terrified.

If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, I'll explain it.  NaNoWriMo = National November Writing Month.  In November you have to write 50k words on your novel.  The point is to just get those 50k words out, no matter how much they need to be edited!  Just get them all out in November, and in December you can edit.  So in summary: NaNoWriMo is where you write 50,000 words in one single month.

So back to me being excited, but kind of terrified.  I'm excited because, hey!  What if I can actually do this?!  I'll get a fabulous jump on a novel!  The terrified part, however, is because I don't really know what I should write about.  I'd like to go with romance.  I love to write romance, always have.  Though, I think it's just okay.  I want more than just okay.  I want smashing!

But I don't know what to write about.  And that, that would be the problem.

Is a Piner as Bad as A Whiner?

So, I have this person that pines for me.  Shall we call them the Piner?  Of course we will, this is my blog, after all.  You see, I broke up with the Piner back a couple of months ago, mid August.  And from the name 'Piner', you can guess what they're doing.  Pining.  And it's sad, and I wish they would just go be happy dating one of my friends.  Because they are dating one of my friends, and it sucks that the friend is not really appreciated because Piner is still pining for me.  That was all directed at you *points at Piner*

So, anyway.  I was inspired by Maggie's rant/post thing, so go check it out!  It's very true, even though you have to read it a couple of times to work out what she's trying to say: http://andtheyregettingstronger.blogspot.com/

I wish I could rant about something as great as that, but I'm a rantless freak at the moment.  Well, it is the weekend.  Usually I have rants about my English teacher.  Argh, she makes me want to put her in a giant stained fish suit that it so discolored it looks grey when it started out  salmon pink and beat her within an inch of her life.  And then beat her half an inch more for good measure!

Maybe I do have a rant...

So you see, it's a woman.  She's early-thirties most likely.  I'm not that great at judging ages though.  However, she wears teenager jeans and t-shirts and has thin brown hair cut into a shoulder length bob thing.  Is it a bob if it's shoulder length?  Oh well.  She makes us journal almost every day.  It's for ten minutes that we have to nonstop write, and we have to fill two pages, but you gotta double space it or you get no points for it.  During this ten minutes she puts on classical music, because it does something to help you process, or concentrate, or some crap like that.  You are expected to write the whole time.

Now, I've always been told it quality over quantity.  You want to have a nice amount of good work rather than a shit load of well...shit.  That has always made sense to me.  She wants you to write lots, and have it all be really good.  And so I am forced to w r i t e  r e a l l y  l a r g e  a n d  b o l d m y  l e t t e r s  a n d  s p a c e  t h e m  a p a r t .  


But that really isn't the worst part.  The worst part is she has this want to instill morals into us.  She gives us topics like 'is it always right to get revenge?' and 'do you think you should forgive?  Why or why not?'  And after that torturous ten minutes of writing she would like to discuss it with us.  However, it isn't much of a discussion for long.  She picks on a couple of us, asks what we wrote.  And then when she finds the person who shares her views on it, she shoots off on how maybe we should all just give up revenge, after all: it's a terrible no good very bad thing to do!  And you should always forgive people, no matter what they did!  Killed my husband?  Oh, it was an accident!  Got it, got it.  Yes, I forgive you, Mother.

Makes me angry.  Everyday it's the same thing.  However, when we get to 'freewrite' I take it upon myself to write about the bloating of cadavers, and how that is actually caused in some part by maggots.  I hope she likes my two pages about that!

My Handwriting Is Much Too Normal

Everybody always says that my handwriting is really good.  I smile, thank them, and look at theirs.  It's either like mine - maybe a little more slanted - or terrible, can't-even-read-it stuff.  I wish I had cool, interesting, scratchy, loopy handwriting.  It could be angular, or taller, or something.  It's just so blah right now.  I think that I might change my handwriting style again.

See!  There are some pretty neat styles in that picture, plus some pretty cool quotes.  Why don't ya have a look see?

Also, I'm sorry for the long delay in between posts and this very short post.  Just had a sudden burst of handwritey inspiration and had to get it out.  Also, if you're interested, one of my friends has started a blog: http://isshereallyworthit.blogspot.com/

I have to warn you that it is really angsty, sad, depressing, black, mispelled, and so on.  

Blueberries Are Good For the Soul

I'm running on around 7 to 10 hours of sleep over a two day period.  I'm not at the point of hilarious insight into the world, but more the point where I just want to sit and stare.  You sit, you stare, and you wait.  What are you waiting for?  The hilarious insight, what else!?   Agh, so tired.

Clever Terrorists are Just as Fun to Watch

So, September 11th is coming up.  Or 9/11, whatever you refer to it to.  Now, before I go on a potentially offending rant, let me get some things out it the open.  I don't hate people.  Terrorists are exciting.  I feel bad for those people that died in 9/11 and their loved ones.

WARNING!  POTENTIALLY OFFENDING RANT BEGINS HERE!


Once every year, on the anniversary of the falling of the Twin Towers, we 'come together' and feel pity for those who were left behind when some really clever terrorists killed a whole bunch of people.

Let's start on that fact.  These were some unusually clever terrorists that were still on the news.  Now, usually terrorists on the news are really stupid failures.  If you're really good, you're either not on the news at all.  That, or you're on the news because what you did was huge, successful, and very hard to ignore.  These particular terrorists fall into the second category of 'clever'.  So yes, this was huge, successful, and very hard to ignore.  In fact, nobody ignored it.

So we sent aid, counted up the numbers of our dead, and somebody actually counted the number of the people affected.  (How could you count the number of the still living people affected?  It's a chain reaction, 'we are one' and all that, it would be everyone.)  Granted, I don't know much about this.  Sorry, I'm a little bit of a hypocrite.  However, hypocrisy is nearly impossible to avoid.

So people mourned.  There were services.  There were speeches.  That year, maybe even the next.  We remembered the people who had died exactly one year later.  365 days.  Okay, take a deep breath.  Is everybody okay now?  We've had around 12 months to get through this, mull it over.

No.  They are not okay.

Still people are not okay.  Still people must be reminded what somebody else did ten years ago.  Whatever happened to forgive and forget?  Obviously whoever said that first was not an American.  We hold grudges.  Remember Bin Laden?  Now he lives in a pineapple under the sea.  Okay, now are we okay?  We got revenge, so that wipes out the 'forgive' part.  But no.  Killing someone responsible will not do.  We will never forget.  And they refer to themselves in the royal we!  Are we not to have individual opinions on this?  Never.

Think of it from the perspective of someone 'directly affected'.  Think of it from the point of view of one of the around 1,600 people they estimated had been affected.  How might it feel that one day a year when you're forced to remember what happened to your husband?  Your wife?  Your son, your daughter?  Aunt, uncle, brother-in-law, sister, lover?  That day must tear you apart every single year.

People will give you pitying glances the whole day, and every pair of eyes that laid upon you that day would weigh so heavily.  It would feel like they were inside your head.  Because that one day of the year, they are.  They know who and what you're thinking about.  Because they don't want you to forget the ones you loved, and they feel personally responsible for making you feel better.  But they aren't bad people, they just want to to the right thing.

Remember them every single day if you don't want to forget them.  Don't reserve one day of the year to remember the laughs, the kisses, the smiles, and all the good times.

Stupid 'Likes' on Facebook

It occurred to me today that there are a lot of stupid things to 'like' on Facebook.  So I will redo two of them right here on this very blog post.

Original:

5 things boys should know about girls.

1. when we look at your moth we want to you kiss us.

2. when we say we're fine, we're really not.

3. when we say we're cold we want you to hug us.

4. when we don't wear makeup it's because we trust you.

5. when we put our hands by our side we want you to hold it.

Fixed:
5 things boys should know about girls.
1. when we look at your mouth, it's because we have nothing to say and looking in your eyes would be awkward
2. when we say we're fine, sometimes we are
3. when we say we're cold we really are, do whatever the heck you want to remedy that
4. when we don't wear makeup it's because we were too lazy to put it on that morning
5. when we put our hands by our sides, don't mind that. That's how a normal person stands.


Original:
I'm the type of girl who can be so hurt but still look at you & smile. The type of girl who is willing to brighten your day even if i cant brighten my own. <3 <3


Fixed:
I'm the type of person who can be so hurt and look at you and refrain from ripping your limbs off.  The type of person who is willing to have you brighten my day instead of pretending that I'm awesome and wasting the last of my good energy on making you happy. </3 </3


Okay.  That was rant-esque.  Sorry about that, it just pissed me off.  Stupid people. *shakes head*


I finished Chapter 7 of 'Time Changes' today.  It's short (a little over 2,000 words) but I think it adds a lot to the story.  Toph and Zuko team up to get their respective crushes, instead of Toph and Iroh teaming up like all other Zutara stories.  I feel so original :D

Storms are Enthralling

When a storm is coming, but the rain is not yet falling, it's gorgeous outside.  I love it the sky thickly blanketed in those dark clouds.  I wonder how it feels to be up in that endless gray sky.  I bet you can't see anything, it must be wonderful to be so alone like that.  A huge expanse of space separating you from all other life.  It would be freeing and liberating.

And then, when the rain first starts dropping tentatively.  You can hear each drop that hits your roof.  The leaves are turned inside out or upside down, and flip back and forth.  But the best part of the rain is when it starts to pour.  The noise is deafening, and I imagine how the sky might feel.  It would be falling apart, literally melting from above.

Storms are just so gorgeous and exciting.  I love them.

Both of these are insane, and I want to be there and watch it happening.

A Post or a Status Update?

My blog titles are getting less and less original.  But there is a difference between a blog post and a status update.  A status update...well, it updates your 'friends' on what you're doing that very second.  A blog post is much more witty, thought out, and creative.  Also, instead of 'friends' you have followers, which is so much cooler.

Well, usually blog posts are supposed to be witty, thought out, and creative.  But lately, mine just aren't.  I can't stay on one topic for very long, and so I guess I need to actually plan out my posts.  I hate planning, but I'll do it, just to add coherency to these little paragraphs!

But right now I'm really tired, and I want to go to bed.

A Post From the Past!

So, I wrote this particular post in geometry.  It was review day, and I never get anything out of review days, so I wrote!  Here it is:

I'm sitting in geometry as I write this, and missing my global perspectives teacher.  He said the hallway was kind of like an abyss, and once you're out there he won't remember you.  Oh, good times!  I wonder if my teacher will mind if I sit cross legged?

I've been writing Chapter 7 of Time Changes since bio second hour.  I think it's pretty good so far.

Miss Amie has finally seen the silent creative boy.  I'm thinking the guy is maybe a writer...maybe.  He's blonde, by the way.  Just a clue for someone who's trying to figure out a clue for someone who's trying to figure out who he is.  Also, he's a natural blonde, not dyed.

I'm kind of hungry.  I really want a grilled cheese to soothe my hurty throat.  Also, I just love grilled cheese.  Oooh, I wonder if there's tomato soup?  If there is I'm totally going to have grilled cheese and tomato soup after school.

I don't have to take any books home today!  Yesssss!...Ahem.

There you have it folks!  I have nothing to add, really.

It May Be Raining, But There's a Rainbow Above You

*Sighs*  I haven't seen a rainbow in so long.  I can't even remember the last time I saw one.  I listened to Ukulele Mike sing the Rainbow Connection last night.  And then the Bare Necessities, and some other song from The Jungle Book.  I love The Jungle Book...

The mancub sees rainbows!  Ha, get it?

I finally successfully completed writing Chapter 6 of 'Time Changes'.  Granted, it's only 3,000 words, but my views had dipped lower than 29 yesterday.  That is some scary stuff!  It also felt right to end it where I did.
As my English book would put it 'the events of the chapter had come to their logical end'.  I'm just wondering when the events of the actual story will come to their logical end, and I'm scared it might be before Katara has her third child...I really want Zuko to have a daughter and shower his little Fire Princess with love!  <3

I've eaten way too much chocolate these past couple of days.  It all started with the reward chocolate I got from my blog post the other day.  (Was it yesterday?  I can't remember.)  Since then I've eaten at least 4 more Hershey chocolate bars.  It seems they're decreasing in their sugary goodness every time I eat another one, which is very disappointing.  I'll have to quit for a while so when I do eat it again it will be amazing again :)

Oh man, I wish I was British just so I could name my daughter Trinny.  Trinny, isn't it the greatest name you've ever heard?  It just sounds so good, and it's easy to say...all in all it's just pretty dang awesome.

Look guys!  It's the Inspirational Apple that has nothing to do with this saying!

But I like the saying, I might use it in Time Changes.  But seriously, what's with the apple??  

The Sky is Blue, There is No Wind in My Hair

First up, look at this creepy chick with her creepy expression:

"Come closer, I'm going to cut little strips of your skin off while you watch in horror while I eat them."

I'm going to keep it a secret as to why I found this picture because it would ruin a surprise for one of my readers.  You'll just have to wait and find out later!

I'm sitting here not doing my homework.  I'm not getting up to use the bathroom.  I'm not getting up to feed my starving fish.  I'm not getting up to refill my drink.  I am so lazy.  

Today in bio something came upon me!  You know what it was?  INSPIRATION!  I know!  It was fabulous!  We were taking notes, so I jotted them down and then I started to plan out my entire story!  It will go on for YEARS!  She'll have CHILDREN!  From two different MAN BOYS!  :D  I'm really excited about my story revealing itself to me.  I'm excited because I might actually finish this one!  :D

And I leave this extremely short post with a super cute picture.

Awww <3  I love Zuko :)

I Have No Inspiration To Write, What Happened?

I don't feel like blogging, I don't feel like writing, and I forgot my English binder.  *Sigh*

Although, I have a chocolate bar, so I kinda feel a lot better with the knowledge that in reward for writing this post, I will eat it.  And you know what else?  I'll enjoy it, immensely.


Liam (my little brother) turned two today, and we had a Dr. Seuss themed party.  I was Teen 1 and my sister was Teen 2.  I thought that was extremely clever.  They seriously went all out.  It looked like a Dr. Seuss himself threw up all over the house.  Only, it was in the cute well-decorated way, not in the stomach-acidy way.  That would be so gross!  Blech!

So, what are my favorite things in my room?  Well, I'll give you the top five:

5. My fan - I'm freaked out by the dark (I know, it's irrational) and if I didn't have my fan on to drown out all other noise and create one not-so-very-threatening white noise I'd be dead of fright already!

4. My wall of things - I keep everything.  Seriously, I'm kind of a hoarder.  So I kept all the notes that I passed, anything that I'd ever drawn, anything that anybody else had ever drawn and given to me, and so on.  So I put it all up on the wall next to my bed, and I love it and it looks great!

(The chocolate has begun to taunt me.)

3. My desk - I love my desk, honestly I do.  I organized not too long ago and made it b-e-a-u-tiful.  I like to sit and read at it when it's sunshiney outside because it's by the window so where I'm sitting is also sunshiney.  Also, I talk to my beta fish, Napoleon.  (I digitally incarnated him at the bottom of this blog if you want to show him and his Generals some digital love.  Don't worry about the green fish flakes, they're organic.)

2. My bed - Of course, how could I leave this out?  I spend as much of my time on my bed as possible, and as a result I got a pinched nerve this summer.  Also, I get a lot of little stitches in my side that make it hard to breathe deeply until I work them out.  You wouldn't believe the need to take in a huge breath while you have a stitch in your side, it's insane!

1. My finger painting - Okay, let me explain.  First, I didn't paint it.  Second, it's not what you think of when you see the words 'finger painting'.  It wasn't done by a child, but a Mexican!  It's a scene depicting the ocean with a moon hanging over it.  I really can't describe it well enough to do it justice, it's gorgeous.  And the man painted everything but the smallest of the details with his fingers, but you couldn't tell if you didn't know that.

And now, I can eat chocolate!  The inspiration is coming, I can feel it!  I will leave you with this quote:

She has a point there,

She's a Mmm Mmm Mmm Hmmm...

School, and homework, and letter writing!  I know how to write letters, for gods sake!  I know how to address letters, too!  I'm a big girl, I can do it all. by. my. self.  Also, I might actually build up some muscle this year in PE if it keeps going like this.  I just barely met the health standards for sit-ups and push ups.  Yaaay, I am average!  It's so good to hear again, I missed it.

I'm tired, but I want to read more.  I just felt really extremely terribly guilty about not posting for two days, so I had to remedy that.

I learned about cholesterol today, a fact that I am very proud of.  Cholesterol is a fat-like substance (NOT a fat).  And it's affected by what fats you eat, and there's good and bad cholesterol!  You want to eat unsaturated fats, cuz they bring in the good cholesterol.  Also, after infancy and childhood your body makes its own cholesterol!  Amazing, truly.

Cholesterol, because I wondered what it looked like.

!SPOILERS! Death Note !SPOILERS!

I just finished watching Death Note.  It's is truly one of the most tragic stories I've ever known.  And even though I don't want to give it away to you guys, I just must touch on some things there at the end.

I think one of the most touching parts of the story is that a Shinigami can only die if they kill someone so that the one they love doesn't die.  Misa unintentionally killed two Shinigami in her lifetime, and she would have probably killed more had the show not ended.  Light used Rem selfishly, and though Rem hated Light for what he was doing and how he might hurt Misa, he sacrificed his life to save Misa anyway.

Rem died because he killed L (or Ryuzaki) who was directly linked to Misa's lifespan.  And just that day Ryuzaki and Light had done...something.  I mean, that foot rub that L gave to Light had to be the most awkward scene in the whole series.  And where the heck did it come from?  So the foot rub just made me sadder that L died later that episode.

And I loved how it ended.  With Ryuk killing Light.  Just like he said he would.

Dirty Tough Doctor Has Mastered the Distance Formula

I had forgotten that in Geometry I had a worksheet AND some book work.  So I just spent like the last two hours working on distance formula problem after distance formula problem.  If you don't know what the distance formula is, let me enlighten you:

d = (X1 - X2) + (Y1 + Y2)

It's really like the simplest thing ever once you get on a run.  I ended up talking to myself, but it went by faster!  And that's all that matters.

I just used Britney Spears Deliciously Whipped Body Souflee, it smells great.  Plus it's a deliciously whipped body souflee.  It just sounds yummy :)

So you want to know what my totally awesome current event is?  Kim Kardashian got married yesterday!  I know, this is the second time I've mentioned Kim Kardashian on my blog.  I just added her last name to the dictionary, just in case I mention her a third time.

Is this not the ugliest dress ever?  I'm sure she didn't actually get married in this though, disappointing.

However, more exciting than Kim in an ugly wedding dress with a matching hat is that mosquitoes have a purpose in the world!  Yes, I was surprised, too.  In addition to being a snack to larger predators, they feed on bacteria and algae and end up removing them from rocks, plants, and water.  So there you have it, even the most pesky of creatures has a purpose!  I wish they didn't, though.  It seems instead of feeding on bacteria and algae they prefer feeding upon humans.  Yuck :P

Is that not the most disgusting thing you've ever seen?  It makes me not want to go outside ever again, and seal off all tiny holes into my room.

Have NO FEAR! Dirty Tough Doctor Will Save You!

Dirty Tough Doctor is my superhero name, I like it!  I just had to fix the title of this post, it would've been 'Dirty Touch Doctor'.  xD  Infinitely more funny, but not really a superhero name.  If anything it's a villain, and a really lame one at that.

Today I completed a life goal.  Yes I know, it's not every day that you complete a life goal.  I had been putting this particular one off, silly girl that I am.  Today I learned how to open a lock.  One of those hard clock ones.  I can do it perfectly now, every single time!  How great is that?

Also today I became thankful that I came to my senses in time.  I did NOT take German, thank whoever it is that might be holy.  It sounds like a bunch of unintelligible sounds, and it's clipped, and some of the words sound like you're swallowing them.  If I had taken German I would be asking myself one thing now:  Could I throw up the German words that I just swallowed?  They tasted funny.  Sure, English isn't exactly a Romance language, it's more of a business language.  But it sounds okay.  German...German is somethin' else, though.

Tonight I pumped out a whole 4,000 word chapter!  And THEN I got up to 550 on the next chapter!  Hooray!  My Hits and Views count is slowly climbing, and it should hit it's peak at around 11.  Hope I get more reviews :)

Back on the subject of languages.  Isn't this:

So pretty?  I think it's Arabic.  You would never guess that it's a suicide note unless you could read Arabic.  Or, if you did what I did, and searched 'suicide notes' on Bing Images.  

Self Imposed Bedtimes Work if You Have Self Discipline

I have exactly six minutes to pump out this post before my self imposed bedtime...and GO!

So today I found out the quirky guys name, but I'm not gonna tell you cuz that would ruin the secret.  His half smile fell short at 6/10, very disappointing, but maybe it'll get better?  Don't have time to linger.

Adam Sandler explained that if we went into a specialty branch of doctory goodness we'd be in our mid-thirties when we finally completed our training, and we would hit the big money then.  The lowest amount you could make is $200K and the highest is one million a year.

Painted rocks over at Burton today, I made one that said 'I Collect Your Souls'.  And an elephant.  Then we ran to Dairy Queen, slapping each other's backs, got a dessert, and then ran back slapping each others backs.  The long bean that I pulled out of the tree had giant mating bugs on it.  I screamed.

A Pink Ponytail Hitting the Ceiling is Hysterical

I'm hysterical.  I am, and I can't stop laughing even writing.  Okay, I must have a minute to calm down.

Okay.  Now on to our regularly scheduled program.

Today was the first day of school.  It was also my first day of high school.  It was just another day for me.  It was quite disappointing in how mundane and unoriginal it was.  I feel like it went much too smoothly.

On the upside, however, I have some interesting teachers.  My Health and Med teacher looks like Adam Sandler, and since I cannot remember his name as of this moment, I will refer to him as such.  Mr. Sandler has the same name problem I'm having with him, only with 110 students.  I think he has it worse than I do.  Also, my Biology teacher is....the FOOTBALL COACH.  AND the WRESTLING COACH.  I would like my school life to be a little bit more stereotyped please?  Like the movies, and I wanna be that silent creative girl with the quirky half smile that the jock notices and falls in love with.  Only I don't want a jock, I want a silent creative boy with a quirky half smile on the other side that mine's on.  In this way when we half-smile to each other we will make a full, shining, and complete smile.

And I've totally found the perfect one, in my Foods and Nutrition class no less.  He is silent, has nice hands, and I'm betting that his half smile would be very adorable.  I'm guessing it'll be a...7.5/10.  I'll update you on progress, have no fear!

Also, I haven't written in two days.  I'm beginning to feel the effects of guilt...Katara and Zuko are growing further and further apart while I'm gone :(  Naw, I'm just kidding!  Here they are!

What a splendid picture!  Right in every way!

I Kissed an Aggresive Goose

What the title says is true, but it was more of a peck/bite thing from the goose.  I hope I didn't get anything o.O  That's ALL we need, another person in the hospital!

Anyways, I have begun writing the fourth chapter of my story.  And the going is slow, but I'm thinking this chapter will probably be the best so far because I'm painstakingly adding in detail to make the paragraphs longer because I don't like seeing one liner's when I downsize the font.  And when I say 'downsize the font' I mean taking it from 22 to 12.  Because I like to see what I'm writing and I like big letters.  Much easier to read that way.

I'm thinking of making a banner for my story, but is it too soon?  Either way I'm going to need pictures for it and have thus starting collecting really cool pictures.  However, today I was sent a picture of Mr. Holliday's legs.  And so I will grace you with it's presence.  Sorry I got you excited though, because this isn't my computer and I'm leaving to eat.  Bye! 

Indian Temples are Fancier than American Churches

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand NOW for the: Current Event! 

The Envy of U.S. Televangelists: In July, after India's Supreme Court ordered an inventory, a Hindu temple in Trivandrum was found to contain at least $22 billion worth of gold, diamonds and jeweled statues given as offerings to the deity by worshippers over several centuries. The wealth was until now believed to be the property of India's royal family, but the Supreme Court ruling turns it over to India's people. Authorities believe the "$22 billion" figure is conservative. [Christian Science Monitor, 7-5-2011]

So just one timple in Trivandrum contains $22 billion in riches, while all of our churches and cathedrals stained glass has been knocked out?  I kind of want to go there and see it all.  It must be beautiful, but you have to go see for yourself because there aren't any cameras allowed inside.  Here's the Sri Padmanabhaswamy Temple (a mouthful, I know.  Just sound it out!) rules:

Doesn't seem like much to ask.  Here's the outside of the temple:

And remember folks: Bring your jewels!

Greek Guys are As Friendly as Everybody Thinks

Jennifer and I just went to eat at a little Greek restaurant called the Coffee Oasis.  There is one Greek man decorated it, owns it, cooks, serves, and everything.  He's so very friendly, just like they always portray the Greek.  It makes me smile...

Because a simple ':)' doesn't cut it.

Eating Fries in a Hospital is Not the Best Idea

I'm sitting here in the hospital lounge.  I can smell the stinky soap on my hands even though they are inches away from my face, typing away.  To eat fries with this smell lingering on my hands it takes great care and careful timing.  You suck in a breath, stop breathing, place the fry in your mouth.  Next, you start chewing and you must place your hand on your lap.  Then you can start breathing again and actually tasting the fry.  In this way you do not have to smell the soap that disinfects you so that nobody dies.  Yippee!

I can't tell if the two ladies behind me know each other or not, or they've spent a lot of time talking to one another while whoever they know is in the hospital.  One lady is going to have her anniversary soon.  The other lady is complaining about some other man.  She's complaining about how he never shows up, and when he doesn't he calls her and asks her where he's supposed to be.  I wonder if it's the same lady who's having her anniversary soon, or the second one?  Hmmm...

In other news, MY EYES ARE GREEN!  Who knew?  It's the purple eye shadow that I really have to thank.

Being in hospitals reminds me of Jason's final days.  Even though he was dying of leukemia and quite underage he nailed himself a nurse as a girlfriend.  Isn't that illegal?  If I were there I would have made some sort of clever sign for the 'plan' for the day when Brittany (the nurse girlfriend) was there.  I'm sure it would have something clever, including fraternization.  Now there's a great word to use!

And I leave you with this little comic, they I had to read twice to get.  Maybe you'll get it faster.

Who Would You Kill?

As I was looking through my emails just now one of them said that they would kill for just one word from me.  And that gave me two questions to answer:

1. Who would they kill?
2. What should that one word be?

1. Personally, I would kill the next person that really made me want to rip my own eyeballs out of their sockets.
2.  Such a hard question to answer, I might spend time looking that up.

*Some hours later*

After spending some time watching Death Note and Wizards of Waverly Place I've come up with a list of words that I might email this person:

-Were
-Matsuda
-Hai
-Ryuzaki
-Lighto
-neck
-bender

I wish I could think of some better ones :P

Ah, shoot!  I swear to god I wrote this yesterday, but I'm just posting it today.

To make up for it, here's a pretty cool pic:

I think that pretty much explains everything.

Dreaming About Zuko is a Very Nice Distraction

Wow, I am such a failure.  Ok.  Glad I got that out.

The last 3 days I watched all of Avatar: The Last Airbender.  It's sooo wonderful! :)  Sad it's over now :(

Sooo, since I didn't plan this blog post at all and I want to sleep a slightly less failure (?) here's a picture of Zutara!

I love those two <3

Everything to Everyone Everywhere

Well, I guess I should start off by explaining the title of this blog.  Current events was something that we did in my global perspectives class.  It was a class that was required, and so I took that and government (also required) in summer school.  I wasn't really excited about either.  I mean, it was SUMMER SCHOOL for crying out loud.  But the global perspectives class turned out to be really awesome, only made awesome by the fact of the absolutely fab teacher.  This teacher wanted us to bring in current events everyday, but it was extra credit so it was optional.  By the end of summer school we all looked forward to the current events portion of the day.  Partly because they were these crazy people (i.e. a British guy shot his mole off with a shotgun, lost a finger) and partly because it always ended with the teacher ranting about whatever it was they did and calling them fools! 

So though I will not post a current event everyday, I will about every week.  Because I miss current events.

I've had blogs before, and for about a week I would post everyday.  Then once a week.  Then once a month.  Eventually I wouldn't post at all.  But yesterday I started reading The Willy Wonka Experience.  Which is great, and so funny.  I can't help but use the word 'fab' because I read it all night last night and got no sleep whatsoever.  Anyway, this morning I decided to start my own blog.  

AND I SHALL BLOG EVERY SINGLE DAY!  Except for when I don't.

If I were everything to everyone everywhere I would have a freaking PANIC ATTACK.  And my younger sister would come home with my neighbor and as me 'are yew habing anothew newbous bweakdown, mommy?'  And then they would growl/mew like a baby tiger.

While searching for this picture I found out that the top five trending image searches are:

1. Kim Kardashian Wedding Dress

2. Laila Ali

3. Pygmy Marmoset

4. Rod Blagojevich (who looks totally sexy there)

5. Iftar Meals

I kinda wondered what iftar meals were, so i Wikied it!  It's the evening meal the Muslims have right before sunset to break Ramadan.  Ta-da!  Wiki shall be my new friend. :)