  A definition used to describe drunk elephants that are not secure in the restictions of the law. If an elephant drinks more than 30 units of alchol, he is a purple elephant
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wunderground!
Yes....I'm "working" on my earth science by looking up weather shit on this website called Wunderground. I haven't decided why I am taking this class yet since it totally is awful....And...this was someone's facebook status...I don't approve of it but I feel like someone needs to be told that it's inappropriate to have on your status so I must post this so that everyone knows what NOT to put on your status...Don't read this if you don't want your childhood ruined....
Monday, November 28, 2011
...venting
I can only take so much. I can only let people push me around so much. I don't know how to react when people push me around. I don't know how to react when I have had enough. So I just get pissed, and I mean really pissed. I get so pissed I can feel myself on the edge of crying. That's the point I got to at school today. There's a reason why I can't do school. I can't handle the people there. I can't be pushed around all the time. I can't be told I suck all the time. I know that I suck okay people! You have told me enough, I think that I have gotten that through my head. If I haven't by now then you might as well give up because I sure as fuck ain't going to be getting it through my head then. So just leave me alone. Stop pushing me around. Stop causing me pain that isn't necessary. I don't want it. I don't like it. I don't need it.
Friday, November 25, 2011
You know you're a writer when....
You know you're a writer when...
- You have 5-20 characters living inside of your head and they have opinions on EVERYTHING that happens in reality.
- You say you have to write, your friends tell you don't have to and you stare at them blankly for a moment before shaking your head in shame at their inferiority.
- you have 7 thesaurus tabs open on your computer and it's still not enough (but you can't have very many more or firefox will crash again)
- you correct peoples grammar in the middle of casual conversations.
-You lie awake at night worrying about how your main character will get out of their most recent sticky situation.
-You find yourself staring into someone's eyes, wondering how you will convey the color in your novel.
-When you randomly mention not knowing something about your character or plot, people say "Well you're the author, you're in control" and you stare at them for a minute, confused.
-You spend more time with your characters than real people.
-You spend days locked in your room doing nothing but writing.
-You lie in bed with your earphones plugged in and you try to imagine your book as a movie.
-You try to fix your life by trying to act more like one of your characters who are more successful at life then you.
-You smuggle the family laptop into your room, long after bedtime, to write.
-You sit down, spend thirty minutes with a blank page, then suddenly write a really long chapter exactly when you're supposed to go to bed.
-You're friends call you a loner for writing at the library during break...
-Your personal hygiene is substandard. Because all that time doing silly things like "brushing your teeth" or "taking a shower" can be used FOR WRITING!!
-You keep a recorder near your bed to get your ideas down if you wake up at 1AM trying to figure out the next event of your book...
-You figured out every thought, idea, and opinion you couldn't say out loud, could be splattered onto paper, and would always sound so much better when read.
-Fiction and reality begin to fade, when black and white turn to grey, and when you look past people's appearances and into their soul.When words become art, and when you find yourself wishing to belong to the world you've created.
-You never know what your characters are going to do next.
-You forget to sleep because you're writing.
-Seemingly irrelevant things inspire ideas for a new story.
-Everyone around you thinks you're insane when you refer to your characters as 'voices in your head.'
-You know what a plot bunny is and rightfully fear it.
-You have the capacity to write and use it PROPERLY.
-You have a notebook full of detailed ideas for books you have never written yet
-You begin to describe things in your life with inexplicably strange and atypical adjectives you would never use in your everyday conversations
-You're trying to find out what a character will look like/be named and then you see someone and base a character off of them
-You turn to your MC and ask him/her what s/he would do in a situation.
-You refer to yourself and others in the third person.
-Keys are faded/missing on your keyboard because you type so much.
-You read books you know are bad so you can know what not to do.
-You're well-versed in classic literature so you can quote or borrow plot elements from it.
-Your Google search history shows the most random things, often times things that would concern others (such as "Deadliest poison in the world" and "Effect of [chemical] on body" etc).
-You stay up late writing, wake up the next morning, and not recognize your writing.
-You listen to a song and think "This totally explains [character]'s situation/life story!"
-As your walking along the street you randomly find yourself descriptively narrating everything/ everyone you see in your head.
-You feel a swell of anger when someone uses the words 'they're'/ 'there' and 'you're'/ 'your' wrong.
-After coming out of a funny/ sad/ ecstatic strange situation you immediately wonder how you could effectively convey it in a short story.
-You have a thesaurus/ dictionary in your room...and you actually use it.
-Your arms are constantly covered in little scribbled ink notes of words or phrases you heard that could be used in your book because you didn't have paper handy.
-You find yourself on a NaNoWriMo forum
-You stay up all night writing, just because you're on a roll
-You're constantly thinking about your novel, characters, and writing in general
-You'd rather stay inside and write then go out with friends
-You accidentally use thesaurus words in daily language
-You sit at home all weekend writing your little heart out because the ideas just keep coming, or the ideas have come but you don't want to stop for anything.
-You suddenly freak out because you think you've misplaced your flash drive, even though its still in your bag (this has happened to me before, quite scary)
-You pull out the old thesaurus to help out a decent sentence that could be great if only that one word was a little bigger.
-Someone comes along and really likes something you wrote, even if you wrote in two minutes just for fun.
-You're in the middle of something (anything), and suddenly you're like "HOLY SHOOT BRB I JUST GOT AN IDEA!" and run straight to your computer.
-Your art projects begin to reflect what happens in your novel.
-You give everyone you meet a complex back story that follows the "Hero's Journey" format.
-You become completely absorbed in pop culture from the time period you write about.
-Your conversations with friends turn to 'Who defiled my notebook with 'Bossasaurus Rex?'
-You open your lunchbox, take out your sandwich, and forget to eat it because a character is in trouble.
-You dress completely differently for a day to know your character better.
-You watch TV and a character on a show says something and you think 'That would be a good title for my next book!'
-You find yourself having dreams inside your book.
-You fall asleep on your computer.
-You randomly start talking about your MC and the other person stares at you and asks "What are you talking about?" So you just stare at them and imagine which character they would be in your book.
-None of your friends know what NaNoWriMo stands for but you.
-You think about your MC's life situation more than your own.
-Your characters come and visit you... When no one else is in the room, of course.
-You are more concerned with your novel than the real world.
-Something happens, and you immediately rush to the computer because it fits perfectly into your story.
-No one knows what you're talking about the vast majority of the time.
Some of those might be repeats...I just felt like compiling a list that others had already started...I just made the list more complete with everyone's thoughts is all...if you have more to add let me know :D
- You have 5-20 characters living inside of your head and they have opinions on EVERYTHING that happens in reality.
- You say you have to write, your friends tell you don't have to and you stare at them blankly for a moment before shaking your head in shame at their inferiority.
- you have 7 thesaurus tabs open on your computer and it's still not enough (but you can't have very many more or firefox will crash again)
- you correct peoples grammar in the middle of casual conversations.
-You lie awake at night worrying about how your main character will get out of their most recent sticky situation.
-You find yourself staring into someone's eyes, wondering how you will convey the color in your novel.
-When you randomly mention not knowing something about your character or plot, people say "Well you're the author, you're in control" and you stare at them for a minute, confused.
-You spend more time with your characters than real people.
-You spend days locked in your room doing nothing but writing.
-You lie in bed with your earphones plugged in and you try to imagine your book as a movie.
-You try to fix your life by trying to act more like one of your characters who are more successful at life then you.
-You smuggle the family laptop into your room, long after bedtime, to write.
-You sit down, spend thirty minutes with a blank page, then suddenly write a really long chapter exactly when you're supposed to go to bed.
-You're friends call you a loner for writing at the library during break...
-Your personal hygiene is substandard. Because all that time doing silly things like "brushing your teeth" or "taking a shower" can be used FOR WRITING!!
-You keep a recorder near your bed to get your ideas down if you wake up at 1AM trying to figure out the next event of your book...
-You figured out every thought, idea, and opinion you couldn't say out loud, could be splattered onto paper, and would always sound so much better when read.
-Fiction and reality begin to fade, when black and white turn to grey, and when you look past people's appearances and into their soul.When words become art, and when you find yourself wishing to belong to the world you've created.
-You never know what your characters are going to do next.
-You forget to sleep because you're writing.
-Seemingly irrelevant things inspire ideas for a new story.
-Everyone around you thinks you're insane when you refer to your characters as 'voices in your head.'
-You know what a plot bunny is and rightfully fear it.
-You have the capacity to write and use it PROPERLY.
-You have a notebook full of detailed ideas for books you have never written yet
-You begin to describe things in your life with inexplicably strange and atypical adjectives you would never use in your everyday conversations
-You're trying to find out what a character will look like/be named and then you see someone and base a character off of them
-You turn to your MC and ask him/her what s/he would do in a situation.
-You refer to yourself and others in the third person.
-Keys are faded/missing on your keyboard because you type so much.
-You read books you know are bad so you can know what not to do.
-You're well-versed in classic literature so you can quote or borrow plot elements from it.
-Your Google search history shows the most random things, often times things that would concern others (such as "Deadliest poison in the world" and "Effect of [chemical] on body" etc).
-You stay up late writing, wake up the next morning, and not recognize your writing.
-You listen to a song and think "This totally explains [character]'s situation/life story!"
-As your walking along the street you randomly find yourself descriptively narrating everything/ everyone you see in your head.
-You feel a swell of anger when someone uses the words 'they're'/ 'there' and 'you're'/ 'your' wrong.
-After coming out of a funny/ sad/ ecstatic strange situation you immediately wonder how you could effectively convey it in a short story.
-You have a thesaurus/ dictionary in your room...and you actually use it.
-Your arms are constantly covered in little scribbled ink notes of words or phrases you heard that could be used in your book because you didn't have paper handy.
-You find yourself on a NaNoWriMo forum
-You stay up all night writing, just because you're on a roll
-You're constantly thinking about your novel, characters, and writing in general
-You'd rather stay inside and write then go out with friends
-You accidentally use thesaurus words in daily language
-You sit at home all weekend writing your little heart out because the ideas just keep coming, or the ideas have come but you don't want to stop for anything.
-You suddenly freak out because you think you've misplaced your flash drive, even though its still in your bag (this has happened to me before, quite scary)
-You pull out the old thesaurus to help out a decent sentence that could be great if only that one word was a little bigger.
-Someone comes along and really likes something you wrote, even if you wrote in two minutes just for fun.
-You're in the middle of something (anything), and suddenly you're like "HOLY SHOOT BRB I JUST GOT AN IDEA!" and run straight to your computer.
-Your art projects begin to reflect what happens in your novel.
-You give everyone you meet a complex back story that follows the "Hero's Journey" format.
-You become completely absorbed in pop culture from the time period you write about.
-Your conversations with friends turn to 'Who defiled my notebook with 'Bossasaurus Rex?'
-You open your lunchbox, take out your sandwich, and forget to eat it because a character is in trouble.
-You dress completely differently for a day to know your character better.
-You watch TV and a character on a show says something and you think 'That would be a good title for my next book!'
-You find yourself having dreams inside your book.
-You fall asleep on your computer.
-You randomly start talking about your MC and the other person stares at you and asks "What are you talking about?" So you just stare at them and imagine which character they would be in your book.
-None of your friends know what NaNoWriMo stands for but you.
-You think about your MC's life situation more than your own.
-Your characters come and visit you... When no one else is in the room, of course.
-You are more concerned with your novel than the real world.
-Something happens, and you immediately rush to the computer because it fits perfectly into your story.
-No one knows what you're talking about the vast majority of the time.
Some of those might be repeats...I just felt like compiling a list that others had already started...I just made the list more complete with everyone's thoughts is all...if you have more to add let me know :D
Monday, November 21, 2011
Purring Cats
Did you know that apparently when cats purr, it can restore bone and muscle shtuff? I learned all about it XD NOT. I just read some strange article about it...here's what it said.
Various investigators have shown that sound frequencies in this range can improve bone density and promote healing.
This association between the frequencies of cats' purrs and improved healing of bones and muscles may provide help for some humans. Bone density loss and muscle atrophy is a serious concern for astronauts during extended periods at zero gravity.
Because cats have adapted to conserve energy via long periods of rest and sleep, it is possible that purring is a low energy mechanism that stimulates muscles and bones without a lot of energy. The durability of the cat has facilitated the notion that cats have "nine lives" and a common veterinary legend holds that cats are able to reassemble their bones when placed in the same room with all their parts. Purring may provide a basis for this feline mythology. Although it is tempting to state that cats purr because they are happy, it is more plausible that cat purring is a means of communication and a potential source of self-healing.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=why-do-cats-purr
This is what I'm doing in Earth Science right now....I have to do the whole month of November with this website. http://www.wunderground.com/history/airport/KCID/2011/11/10/MonthlyHistory.html
CAT PICTURE TIME!
The angel cat is wallpaper in cause you were curious XD http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Cat-Wallpaper-cats-636603_1024_768.jpg
Various investigators have shown that sound frequencies in this range can improve bone density and promote healing.
This association between the frequencies of cats' purrs and improved healing of bones and muscles may provide help for some humans. Bone density loss and muscle atrophy is a serious concern for astronauts during extended periods at zero gravity.
Because cats have adapted to conserve energy via long periods of rest and sleep, it is possible that purring is a low energy mechanism that stimulates muscles and bones without a lot of energy. The durability of the cat has facilitated the notion that cats have "nine lives" and a common veterinary legend holds that cats are able to reassemble their bones when placed in the same room with all their parts. Purring may provide a basis for this feline mythology. Although it is tempting to state that cats purr because they are happy, it is more plausible that cat purring is a means of communication and a potential source of self-healing.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=why-do-cats-purr
This is what I'm doing in Earth Science right now....I have to do the whole month of November with this website. http://www.wunderground.com/history/airport/KCID/2011/11/10/MonthlyHistory.html
Friday, November 11, 2011
The Shaving Creme Classic
As a fundraiser for our school's yearbook every year, we have what is called The Shaving Creme Classic. This is a volleyball game between grade's and staff that the boys play. That was tonight. The Senior's won. The freshmen and sophomore's kinda sucked, just saying. They lost like every single game. The Juniors only lost to the seniors I do believe. It was rather boring though because none of my friends went so I sat between my two little siblings the whole time.
I would like to say that guys wearing spandex shorts, are really gross. The disgusting kind of gross. It just really really is. Though it is better than wearing shorts that don't stay up. That was also a thing at the Shaving Creme Classic. Over an inch of butt crack being shown is a bit much, just saying. Oh and then there's the whole pulling your short legs up so everyone behind you (the crowd) can see your ass. That isn't exactly okay either. It's grossssssssssssssssssssssss.
Just thought that some of that should be known. I missed the second 11/11/11 of the day. At least I got the first one during band to make my wish that I really want to come true. When I got out of school I found out that there might be hope for it. So I guess my thoughts will continue to be where they need to be and I will try and live on, waiting for my wish to come true. and Wishing even more than it does because it has to come true. I don't want it not to come true.
I would like to say that guys wearing spandex shorts, are really gross. The disgusting kind of gross. It just really really is. Though it is better than wearing shorts that don't stay up. That was also a thing at the Shaving Creme Classic. Over an inch of butt crack being shown is a bit much, just saying. Oh and then there's the whole pulling your short legs up so everyone behind you (the crowd) can see your ass. That isn't exactly okay either. It's grossssssssssssssssssssssss.
Just thought that some of that should be known. I missed the second 11/11/11 of the day. At least I got the first one during band to make my wish that I really want to come true. When I got out of school I found out that there might be hope for it. So I guess my thoughts will continue to be where they need to be and I will try and live on, waiting for my wish to come true. and Wishing even more than it does because it has to come true. I don't want it not to come true.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
A Friend's problem
Last year I got suspended for helping a friend.
This year I might get suspended for helping a friend yet again.
The same person is causing problems with my friends and I don't like it. This person, we will call her Camel, just so we don't name names, is being a total bitch to her friend. Her friend, we shall call her AntEater (cuz I like them), is wanting to do something other than robotics on the day of a competition. She also wants to be in art club. Camel and HER PARENTS are giving AntEater a whole bunch of crap about this. So AntEater is thinking about quitting robotics because of Camel. I seriously listened to Camel tell her parents that AntEater might not be going to the robotics competition and Camel's mom left the room to go to the art room (since art club was going on) to talk to AntEater about it. And by talk it probably wasn't a very nice talk because Camel's mom is worse than Camel is. Camel and Camel's mom are BITCHES.
I feel like I can't let them bully AntEater around and yet at the same time if I were to try and help AntEater I potentially will end up getting suspended because my school suspends people for helping friends. That's how it works I guess. Life isn't far. That's all I feel like saying on this topic now.
This year I might get suspended for helping a friend yet again.
The same person is causing problems with my friends and I don't like it. This person, we will call her Camel, just so we don't name names, is being a total bitch to her friend. Her friend, we shall call her AntEater (cuz I like them), is wanting to do something other than robotics on the day of a competition. She also wants to be in art club. Camel and HER PARENTS are giving AntEater a whole bunch of crap about this. So AntEater is thinking about quitting robotics because of Camel. I seriously listened to Camel tell her parents that AntEater might not be going to the robotics competition and Camel's mom left the room to go to the art room (since art club was going on) to talk to AntEater about it. And by talk it probably wasn't a very nice talk because Camel's mom is worse than Camel is. Camel and Camel's mom are BITCHES.
I feel like I can't let them bully AntEater around and yet at the same time if I were to try and help AntEater I potentially will end up getting suspended because my school suspends people for helping friends. That's how it works I guess. Life isn't far. That's all I feel like saying on this topic now.
Silver Blood Droplets....
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets.
Flowing down to soak into the ground.
The blood droplets aren't like rain as some might think,
instead they are like acid rain.
Killing the planets that they touch.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
The whole world is in despair,
We won't survive this bleeding,
there's no way or how,
The blood droplets will kill
and killing they must do.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
It is a sign of my feelings,
The sign that I am falling,
Back into my depressed state,
There's no way of turning back now,
There's no way of going back
To where I was.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
but I'm bleeding more.
My eyes have streams,
bleeding down my face,
just like the sky
I am bleeding silver blood droplets,
and I feel so out of place.
Something that I randomly decided that I should write down. I don't even know...so don't question it :)
Flowing down to soak into the ground.
The blood droplets aren't like rain as some might think,
instead they are like acid rain.
Killing the planets that they touch.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
The whole world is in despair,
We won't survive this bleeding,
there's no way or how,
The blood droplets will kill
and killing they must do.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
It is a sign of my feelings,
The sign that I am falling,
Back into my depressed state,
There's no way of turning back now,
There's no way of going back
To where I was.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
but I'm bleeding more.
My eyes have streams,
bleeding down my face,
just like the sky
I am bleeding silver blood droplets,
and I feel so out of place.
Something that I randomly decided that I should write down. I don't even know...so don't question it :)
Parent Teacher Confreences
Okay so first off, conferences is actually not spelled the way I wrote it in the title XD I just like it better that way. Second off, my teachers are bitches. One of them (from the class that I hate the most, Earth Science) told my parents that I would do better if I actually payed attention in class. That my notebook is distracting me. I would like to point out that I have only had that notebook out for the last TEN days and have more important things to do than to learn about earth science, just saying. I really really hate that teacher now. Thanks to him I'm not allowed to have my purple lovely notebook in that class and I have to PAY ATTENTION...ridiculous idea. Now I just will take something else to do in that class I guess.
And then there was another teacher that doesn't like my shyness level. This being Pre-Calc where I do absolutely nothing except write in my lovely purple notebook for NaNoWriMo. It's not my fault both of those teachers can't teach me. In Earth Science it's just a super easy class so obviously I can't pay attention and then in the other class I just don't feel like paying attention and she doesn't really get the point across to me when I does. XD I'm such a great student.
So to conclude....I'm pissed off at my parents and select teachers. I don't understand why we have to have parent teacher conferences when after a couple days my parents will go back to not really giving a shit and the teachers have never really cared.
And then there was another teacher that doesn't like my shyness level. This being Pre-Calc where I do absolutely nothing except write in my lovely purple notebook for NaNoWriMo. It's not my fault both of those teachers can't teach me. In Earth Science it's just a super easy class so obviously I can't pay attention and then in the other class I just don't feel like paying attention and she doesn't really get the point across to me when I does. XD I'm such a great student.
So to conclude....I'm pissed off at my parents and select teachers. I don't understand why we have to have parent teacher conferences when after a couple days my parents will go back to not really giving a shit and the teachers have never really cared.
Friday, November 4, 2011
sweetly smiling at you
I haven't much to say today. I'm reading a cute story right now so I'm really distracted and then NaNoWriMo has me very much so distracted as well :) in the story I'm reading though, it has this quote that I really like....c'est ton baiser, mon amour, qui me rendit immortelle :) look it up, it's adorable :)
It translates to "it was your kiss, love, that made me immortal." Isn't that sweet? :):):)
I have a robotics scrimmage thing tomorrow that I don't want to go to, but I have to :c So I shall write about later when I have more to say. For now I haven't much to say without starting to go full out complaining :\
It translates to "it was your kiss, love, that made me immortal." Isn't that sweet? :):):)
I have a robotics scrimmage thing tomorrow that I don't want to go to, but I have to :c So I shall write about later when I have more to say. For now I haven't much to say without starting to go full out complaining :\
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The World shall end
Well. My mood is sinking lower and lower with each day. I blame my NaNoWriMo story for being so depressing. Even thought it's a great way to get my feelings out, it still is very depressing. I just had to write about this girl cutting her arms open and enjoying it. I haven't ever cut myself so how am I supposed to know what it's like? I'm doing good on NaNoWriMo at least. If I haven't gotten 5,000 words in these first two days I will be surprised. I haven't a clue where my flashdrive is right now though so I can't finish typing up what I wrote for today and updating my word count....oh well I think I'm doing great. I really want to reach 50,000 words this year.
So today my friend lied to me. It's not that she just lied to me. It's that I found out from one of my other friends that she lied to me about this guy that she had met, from IL. I'm the one with guys in IL, but that's not the point. She told me how sweet he was and that she was going to go see him this weekend. She did this because she doesn't want guys throwing themselves at her and she doesn't want to be seen as a Lesbo. She lied to me about this. She really had me going and she wasn't going to tell me that he wasn't real. My other friend had to tell me! So that's one thing I must say darkened my mood today.
Another one is this stupid thing called Smartmusic. I absolutely HATE it. I don't understand why we have to use it. Smart Music is a computer program that tells you how to play pretty much. My teacher expects me to go in after school and play on Smart Music because we have homework on there. I don't always have time to do that! So what if I don't have time to go do the homework? We can't do it at home because who is going to go buy smart music for $30 and then a microphone and stuff? NO ONE. anyways, smart music sucks because it doesn't even detect most notes and when it does it decides that most of them are wrong. When they aren't! So I am rather annoyed with SmartMusic, though I can't say that I really care. Smart Music can suck it. I don't see why anyone would want to use it.
Oh and I keep getting told I suck at Clarinet and Cello. Do you know how that feels? To be told you suck at what you love doing. It hurts A L O T. I get told this everyday and everyday I have to just ignore them and shrug it off. Well guess what, It's getting harder and harder to do that! I hate playing in Orchestra and Band now because the people in it are making me feel like shit. What happened to my band being a family? Was that only during Marching Band? where did the fun go....
So today my friend lied to me. It's not that she just lied to me. It's that I found out from one of my other friends that she lied to me about this guy that she had met, from IL. I'm the one with guys in IL, but that's not the point. She told me how sweet he was and that she was going to go see him this weekend. She did this because she doesn't want guys throwing themselves at her and she doesn't want to be seen as a Lesbo. She lied to me about this. She really had me going and she wasn't going to tell me that he wasn't real. My other friend had to tell me! So that's one thing I must say darkened my mood today.
Another one is this stupid thing called Smartmusic. I absolutely HATE it. I don't understand why we have to use it. Smart Music is a computer program that tells you how to play pretty much. My teacher expects me to go in after school and play on Smart Music because we have homework on there. I don't always have time to do that! So what if I don't have time to go do the homework? We can't do it at home because who is going to go buy smart music for $30 and then a microphone and stuff? NO ONE. anyways, smart music sucks because it doesn't even detect most notes and when it does it decides that most of them are wrong. When they aren't! So I am rather annoyed with SmartMusic, though I can't say that I really care. Smart Music can suck it. I don't see why anyone would want to use it.
Oh and I keep getting told I suck at Clarinet and Cello. Do you know how that feels? To be told you suck at what you love doing. It hurts A L O T. I get told this everyday and everyday I have to just ignore them and shrug it off. Well guess what, It's getting harder and harder to do that! I hate playing in Orchestra and Band now because the people in it are making me feel like shit. What happened to my band being a family? Was that only during Marching Band? where did the fun go....
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
You say goodbye
Hello hello, don't know why you say goodbye I say hello.
Today was a successful day in robotics yes yes? hahahahaha that is such a joke of a place to be though. I finally got shirts ordered for this year....finally.
Anyways. Today was Iteds at our school, and I would like to say that no one takes those tests seriously. I mean I have yet to understand why we must take them seriously. They effect us in no way that I know of, so why should I take them seriously. Plus the fact that my teacher decided to snap at me and my friend for doing nothing didn't help. I listened to music the whole time instead of taking it seriously and drew patterns....and I hope some government person reads this. They should require it to be read about what the point of taking these ITED tests are for. Because no one has ever told me (though if they have I wouldn't remember). So just you know XD so that is your government people's jobs now...tell me why the hell I would want to take the tests seriously...by tomorrow :)
Today was a successful day in robotics yes yes? hahahahaha that is such a joke of a place to be though. I finally got shirts ordered for this year....finally.
Anyways. Today was Iteds at our school, and I would like to say that no one takes those tests seriously. I mean I have yet to understand why we must take them seriously. They effect us in no way that I know of, so why should I take them seriously. Plus the fact that my teacher decided to snap at me and my friend for doing nothing didn't help. I listened to music the whole time instead of taking it seriously and drew patterns....and I hope some government person reads this. They should require it to be read about what the point of taking these ITED tests are for. Because no one has ever told me (though if they have I wouldn't remember). So just you know XD so that is your government people's jobs now...tell me why the hell I would want to take the tests seriously...by tomorrow :)
Monday, October 31, 2011
NaNoWriMo
NaNoWriMo is upon us!!!!!!!!!!!! two more minutes until midnight...which is the start of november...which means I can start working on "A Stab in the Dark" finally!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so frikken excited you have no idea.....one more minute left now.....
In Your Life Quote #10
The only people you need in your life
is the one that need you in theirs.
Don't make someone a priority
Don't make someone a priority
if they only make you an option !
~*~*~*~*~Not the best I have written, but whatever, it's as good as its going to get considering I'm really bad at writing stories about these quotes. :) ~*~*~*~*~
When they got to Jason's place, they went up to his bedroom and turned on the television. The mood had been broken in the car when Nina wouldn't stop talking about how annoyed with his father she was. Then she let slip that she had tried to seduce his father and he wouldn't talk to her anymore. So they just sat on his bed watching tv for the rest of the school day. When Mr. Gray got home, Nina climbed out the window, not wanting to face him again. Jason was still really angry with her for a reason she just couldn't understand.
The next day at school, Brian came up to her before class started. He just looked at her with a frown. "The only people you need in your life is the one that need you in theirs." He stated to her and looked expectantly at her.
Nina sighed quietly, knowing what was about to happen. "Don't make someone a priority if they only make you an option," she replied quietly to him and walked into a deserted classroom. "So you found out?" she inquired without looking at him.
"I've known," Brian replied, putting his arms around her waist. "I don't think I can do this anymore though. The principal is out to get you Nina, and I don't want to get caught up in that fight."
"So it's really you who won't make me a priority?" Nina joked with a grin, knowing that she was the cheater and not him.
"It's both of us," Brian laughed. "You know it is."
"Yeah of course I do," Nina replied with a sexy smile. "I know that everyday after first hour you go to your study hall. In your study hall you go to the boys locker room with Martha. I'm not completely dumb."
"Ha Ha," Brian laughed with no real joy now. "You aren't allowed to tell anyone about that though. If anyone knew I wouldn't get my fill of pussy in during the school day."
"Aw how sweet of you to feel the need to warn me about this," Nina laughed, also with no joy. "I don't care anymore about what happens to you actually. Then again, I don't think I ever did care. It's great being the two biggest players in this school don't you agree? Anyways I'm sure you will be able to make it on your own. I have taught you well."
Brian's smirk suddenly dropped from his face and he gripped Nina's arm very hard, hard enough to bruise. She didn't even flinch as his hand tightened more and more. "I was never trained by you, you filthy little whore."
Nina glared at him and ran her long nails down his arms, digging in deep enough to draw blood. "This might be a turn on to you," Nina whispered to him when he closed his eyes, "but I hope you realize how big of an enemy you just made calling me that." With that she stormed out of the room, right into Jason who was waiting at the door for her. He didn't even say a word as he pulled her into his arms. He walked backwards as not to release Nina from the death grip of a hug he had with her as he put distance between her and Brian.
"You really are an idiot," Jason murmured to her when they turned the corner and started to walk normally. His arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her hand. When they got to his car, he leaned her against it and looked into her eyes. "My whore you aren't a whore today." There was amusement in his eyes when hers flickered with anger at him.
"I don't approve of your language," she snapped and pushed him away. He didn't budge though. "Get away from me Jason, I'm not in the mood."
"I'm not either," Jason grinned at her, "but you are upset, which means I need to pay special attention to you don't you think?"
"Brian reminded me of something okay, and I'm not sure that I want to do this anymore, with anyone. I'm done being someone else's pet. It's time for me to actually try to sort through the pain instead of trying to find outlets to get rid of it!" She yelled, her voice growing louder and louder. Jason put a finger over her lips to shut her up, but she just pushed his hand away and crossed her arms. "As I said, no more pets. So you and me are going to have to end."
"Nina, Nina, Nina, tell me what he reminded you of," Jason demanded with a sad expression.
"The only people you need in your life is the one that needs you in theirs. Don't make someone a priority, if they only make you an option. It was your father that first told the whole school that wasn't it? Just after your mother decided she was leaving. Well that's what Brian reminded me of. The fact that I'm just using people and probably going around and hurting them because I won't put them as a priority to me."
"We can work on that then," Jason smirked. "I thought you already saw me as a priority anyways. I mean, you see me everyday at least once, so why wouldn't you see me as a priority."
"Jason, Jason, Jason, as much as I love you, this is never going to work out," Nina laughed, and then slapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she had said.
"I knew it!" he triumphantly declared. "And I love you too Nina." He kissed her tenderly and softly, pulling back when she didn't respond to him. "Fine be that way, just let me know when you change your mind." He walked away from her without glancing back.
Life sucks...better start sucking it up
I need to complain. It's a Monday and it has been proven that people complain more one Mondays, and that's exactly what I need to do right now. Complain and vent....
So today in Orchestra, Kenzie decided that she was going to point out that I suck at cello. Which is only because she has had private lessons and I haven't. She thinks that she should be where I sit since she is better than me, but it's seniority rules. She just keeps getting on my nerves. She's an awful stand partner and she just makes me feel like shit. How would you like to be told everyday that you suck? -.-
Then there's the whole band thing also, I'm third Clarinet (though if we had actually gone by chair auditions I would be first chair) and Lauren decided she is so much better than me because she's 2nd clarinet. She is another one of those people that just plain make me feel like shit. She keeps trying to boss me around. For some reason she feels like she has to point out everyday that I have horrible posture and I need to sit with my feet on the floor. I sit cross-legged in Band because it gives me better posture than if I sat with my feet on the floor. With my feet on the floor I always sit slouched really low. She told me I sound like crap. That is when she can hear me at all...Not my fault I don't play that loud. You try playing loud when you know you are going to get picked on if you mess up. It just makes you mess up more worrying about messing up too, so of course I always mess up. I don't understand why people have to make me feel awful because of my instrument playing skills. At least when I play piano people don't make fun of me for that. Then again, I don't normally play piano at school where others who aren't my family will here, because I know they will start making fun of me for it.
Okay...ranting over...guess what!!!!!!!! It's the last couple of hours of Halloween....Happy Halloween everyone and NANOWRIMO starts in.....FIVE HOURS....ahh I'm so excited. A Stab in the Dark shall be written this next month of November and will give me an outlet for all my depressing thoughts that I have. I guess I should get onto finding names for my people now...
So today in Orchestra, Kenzie decided that she was going to point out that I suck at cello. Which is only because she has had private lessons and I haven't. She thinks that she should be where I sit since she is better than me, but it's seniority rules. She just keeps getting on my nerves. She's an awful stand partner and she just makes me feel like shit. How would you like to be told everyday that you suck? -.-
Then there's the whole band thing also, I'm third Clarinet (though if we had actually gone by chair auditions I would be first chair) and Lauren decided she is so much better than me because she's 2nd clarinet. She is another one of those people that just plain make me feel like shit. She keeps trying to boss me around. For some reason she feels like she has to point out everyday that I have horrible posture and I need to sit with my feet on the floor. I sit cross-legged in Band because it gives me better posture than if I sat with my feet on the floor. With my feet on the floor I always sit slouched really low. She told me I sound like crap. That is when she can hear me at all...Not my fault I don't play that loud. You try playing loud when you know you are going to get picked on if you mess up. It just makes you mess up more worrying about messing up too, so of course I always mess up. I don't understand why people have to make me feel awful because of my instrument playing skills. At least when I play piano people don't make fun of me for that. Then again, I don't normally play piano at school where others who aren't my family will here, because I know they will start making fun of me for it.
Okay...ranting over...guess what!!!!!!!! It's the last couple of hours of Halloween....Happy Halloween everyone and NANOWRIMO starts in.....FIVE HOURS....ahh I'm so excited. A Stab in the Dark shall be written this next month of November and will give me an outlet for all my depressing thoughts that I have. I guess I should get onto finding names for my people now...
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Horror of the Horror in Horror Movies
So my friends really wanted me to go watch Paranormal Activity 3 with them tonight/yesterday night. I made it very clear that I couldn't watch scary movies, no matter how unscary they said it would be. So they went to the movies without me and one of my other friends and then we hung out after the movie. The were starting to watch Paranormal Activity 1 when I arrived, and I CANT WATCH HORROR MOVIES. So of course, I might have thrown a little bit of a tantrum, but you have to understand that my imagination is way too active for horror movies. I already scare the living day lights out of me at least once a day. I can't even watch previews of scary shows without letting them come back to haunt me later.
Like when I was driving home in the dark from my friends house at 11pmish (closer to midnight than 11) I couldn't stop thinking about the clip of Supernatural I had seen. Where there was this something girl that just appeared in the middle of the road and he hit her and she then appeared in his backseat. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. And I was like oh my god there's going to be a creepy something popping out at me any second now. I really shouldn't be allowed to drive home alone in the dark. Though if it's dark and I'm in a car no matter what that thought starts running through my head.
Then of course there's this show that I watched when I was littler that of course creeped me out and I have yet to recover from it. It was where the tooth fairy will kill you if you see her and that she couldn't go into light. It was really really scary.
There's also Criminal Minds. Yes I think that's shows scary. I have to watch the whole episode or I will have nightmares.
My nightmares are very very very unpleasant. I have enough of them without the help of scary movies also. My imagination will just obsess over stuff I see. Just keep obsessing over it until I go insane and it will freak me out. Some nights I can't even convince myself it's safe to sleep you know, without some random person creeping into my room at night. I have my dog in my room most nights, and I still don't always feel safe. I think he would protect me....maybe....
So that my dears is why I can't watch scary movies, my overactive imagination will scare me to death. There's also the reason that I just plan don't enjoy scaring the shit out of myself. If it's scary I want no part in it. Now I can't sleep by the way....I just can't sleep....and I didn't even pay attention to the damn movie. We just saw a commercial of a different horror movie when we were waiting for Beastly to start.
Little kitties being torn to pieces with knifes. My friends, the kittys thing doesn't actually work for me like it seems to work for you when you're scared....It won't leave me...So I am sorry to my friends for being a wuss, I accept that I'm a wuss. Please understand why horror movies and I don't mix.
Like when I was driving home in the dark from my friends house at 11pmish (closer to midnight than 11) I couldn't stop thinking about the clip of Supernatural I had seen. Where there was this something girl that just appeared in the middle of the road and he hit her and she then appeared in his backseat. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. And I was like oh my god there's going to be a creepy something popping out at me any second now. I really shouldn't be allowed to drive home alone in the dark. Though if it's dark and I'm in a car no matter what that thought starts running through my head.
Then of course there's this show that I watched when I was littler that of course creeped me out and I have yet to recover from it. It was where the tooth fairy will kill you if you see her and that she couldn't go into light. It was really really scary.
There's also Criminal Minds. Yes I think that's shows scary. I have to watch the whole episode or I will have nightmares.
My nightmares are very very very unpleasant. I have enough of them without the help of scary movies also. My imagination will just obsess over stuff I see. Just keep obsessing over it until I go insane and it will freak me out. Some nights I can't even convince myself it's safe to sleep you know, without some random person creeping into my room at night. I have my dog in my room most nights, and I still don't always feel safe. I think he would protect me....maybe....
So that my dears is why I can't watch scary movies, my overactive imagination will scare me to death. There's also the reason that I just plan don't enjoy scaring the shit out of myself. If it's scary I want no part in it. Now I can't sleep by the way....I just can't sleep....and I didn't even pay attention to the damn movie. We just saw a commercial of a different horror movie when we were waiting for Beastly to start.
Little kitties being torn to pieces with knifes. My friends, the kittys thing doesn't actually work for me like it seems to work for you when you're scared....It won't leave me...So I am sorry to my friends for being a wuss, I accept that I'm a wuss. Please understand why horror movies and I don't mix.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Reading Minds Quote #9
If I could read minds I wouldn't ask so many questions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Chation! This is an inappropriate story. Don't take offense and if you don't want to read about people making out and being whores, don't read this!~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived LUKE SKYWALKER!!!!!!!!! "Hey Nina, wake up! Time to get ready for school!" called Nina's mom just as she was starting a story in her head. With a sad sigh, she got out of her warm cozy bed and headed towards the bathroom. Of course she didn't make it that far before she tripped over a body on her floor. Letting out a yelp, she fell over her brother's body as he stirred slightly in his sleep. In an attempt to not wake him up, she stood up quietly and walked even more quietly over to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, she grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Then she went back out to her room, which luckily for her was a wood floor and not carpet. Staring down at her brother's sleeping form, she dumped the glass of freezing cold water on his face and then ran back into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She could hear him yelling at her through the door, but she just turned her radio up loud and got into the shower.
Glancing at clock on the wall in the shower she took a very quick shower, she was going to be late again.
~^.^~
Nina ran into the classroom without slowing down. Well she didn't even make it into the classroom, she didn't get the doorknob when she grabbed it so she ran right into it. Today was already going badly for her. At least her boyfriend was in this class with her. They would suffer through Math class together, instead of having to listen to the droning voice of their teacher. Their teacher didn't even notice what her students did. Half the class was dating each other, so they could all just sit in the back of the class room and make out all through class. That made this class one of Nina's favorite classes of the day. Her boyfriend, Brian, was at their usual spot and she sat down in his lap without a seconds thought after she got the door opened.
"You failed babe," he murmured lovingly into her ear. They had been going out for over four years now, and they were the school's perfect couple. Then again, not everyone in the school could know what went on behind closed doors when Brian wasn't around to stop Nina.
"I know I did," Nina laughed and gave him a peck on the check. Their teacher didn't even notice them.
"Well we have a serious matter to discuss today in this class," Brian whispered in Nina's ear. She shivered in excitement at the closeness of his body, and the way his touch made her feel. Too bad she had found someone better at it then him.
"And what would that be," Nina smiled teasingly. She leaned away from Brian, pushing her chest into him. Her shirt was too low cut to do that really, and Brian could see her breasts clearly. Arching her back, she ground her hips into him as she sat straddling him. A quiet groan escaped his lips and Nina caught it in her mouth as she crashed her lips onto his. He wouldn't be talking the rest of this class if she had her say about it. She was in control and boy did he know it. His arms went around her, pulling her closer to his body. His hands rested on her hips, causing her to put more force into her grinding against him. It wasn't until someone cleared their throat that they pulled apart, both panting. Nina stopped grinding on him instantly and flipped around in the seat so she was leaning against Brian.
Nina's best friend was watching them with knowing eyes. She knew Nina's secret, and would keep it until the grave took her. It was lucky for Nina that she had her best friend watching out for her, because it seemed that right as Nina and Brian broke apart, the principal walked into the room.
"Nina," the principal called. "we need to talk now. Get to the hall." Without a backwards look, Nina sauntered out of the classroom. She knew all the guys would be staring at her as she walked off. How could they not, she was wearing the most revealing outfit the school would let her and she was the hottest girl in school.
"What would you like Mr. Principal Gray?" she sweetly asked him.
"You know what I would like," he growled lowly.
"Well then do tell me what you would like, because I sure don't know what you would like." she replied seductively. Only Nina could get away with trying to seduce the principal, after all, this was her school. She had the run of the school all to herself.
"I said you know what I want. Now fess up," the principal growled again.
"Well Mr. Principal sir," Nina seductively charmed, "If I could read minds I wouldn't ask so many questions. That being said, you are going to have to tell me what this is about."
"Nina, you have been fucking my son haven't you?" the principal growled out in frustration.
"Now Mr. Principal! That is very inappropriate for you to be asking. But if you must know, of course I have been fucking your son. He has to be the best boy toy in the world. Unless you want to compete with him that is? I am very willing to try new things and I haven't touched your thing yet." Nina took a step closer to Principal Gray, her breasts almost falling out of her shirt from how much she thrust them out.
"You slut," he hissed at her and walked off. Not feeling like going back to class, Nina walked down to the senior parking lot where Jason Gray would be.
"Jason," Nina yelled at him as she approached angrily.
"Dang darling, you look hot today," he hooted at her, trying to immediately stick his hands down her shirt when she got close enough to him.
"Stop it!" she snapped. "Your father just confronted me about us. What have you been telling him? Have you forgotten that no one is supposed to know that you are my fuck buddy? How stupid can you be to tell your father, who is my principal!"
Without bothering to answer her, he pulled her head to his and snatched her lips into his mouth. She was silenced and numb at the very moment their lips touched. He definitely had the pants in this relationship, when they even had pants on that is. Because pants and these two didn't normally come together.
"My whore needs to calm down," he murmured against his lips when they broke apart. You ask too many questions."
"As I told your father," Nina sighed back, dazed from the kiss, "If I could read minds I would ask so many questions."
"I like it," he purred and started to nibble on her neck. "But how about we continue this somewhere I can take advantage of you? Ready to leave school yet?"
"Yes, let's get out of here. Your place or mine?" Nina responded immediately excited.
"Mine," Jason commanded and opened the car door they had been leaning against for her. With that they drove away from school.
~*~*~*~To be Continued~*~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~To be Continued~*~*~*~*~
Hippos eat people
Well it's hippo day! kinda...sorta...um yeah so hippos are animals. That are grey. They like to swim and they are rather large. In zoos they are given places where they have access to water, to swim in. When I think of hippos I think of the movie Tarzan. Do you remember where Tarzan is dared to go get a elephant hair? He dives into the water and goes really deep. He sees a hippo under water that is swimming and he wags his ears at the hippo. That's what I associate hippos with, the wagging of Tarzan's ears.
Hmmm I think now that we have written everything I can about hippos, I shall get ONE fact from wikipedia about them and then PICTURE TIME. I just can't resist putting cute adorable pictures of hippos up you know. They are so adorable.
Okay I lied...two facts.
1) Hippos are the 3rd largest land animal :D
2) The first zoo hippo in modern history was Obaysch who arrived at the London Zoo on May 25, 1850, where he attracted up to 10,000 visitors a day and inspired a popular song, the Hippopotamus Polka.
Another thought! hippos are Dangerous. Apparently. The sign says so you know!
Hmmm I think now that we have written everything I can about hippos, I shall get ONE fact from wikipedia about them and then PICTURE TIME. I just can't resist putting cute adorable pictures of hippos up you know. They are so adorable.
Okay I lied...two facts.
1) Hippos are the 3rd largest land animal :D
2) The first zoo hippo in modern history was Obaysch who arrived at the London Zoo on May 25, 1850, where he attracted up to 10,000 visitors a day and inspired a popular song, the Hippopotamus Polka.
Another thought! hippos are Dangerous. Apparently. The sign says so you know!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A Stab in the Dark
So I was telling you about my suicidal teenage girl story the other day...so here is the summary of it :) and I have decided to call it "A Stab in the Dark"
A depressed teenage girl is on the edge of suicide. She is ready to just leave the world. She once had a friend that ended their own misery, so she knew what it was like to be left behind. So she understands that suicide is an out cry for help. As she is strongly contemplating suicide, she decides that she has to get help. The only problem is there's no one who cares that she can tell. Her ex-friend that she hides from drives past her one day. On that day, she asked herself why he didn't help her? All she needed was someone to talk too. So she ran in front of his car. Now he is in for the long haul. He moved in with her because she was a danger to herself. He had to watch her 24/7. They don't go to the same school and rarely see each other, and now he's trying to find something that's worth living for for her. Will he be able to save her or is it going to be all in vain? She wants to be saved, but is that enough? Is she too far gone already?
A depressed teenage girl is on the edge of suicide. She is ready to just leave the world. She once had a friend that ended their own misery, so she knew what it was like to be left behind. So she understands that suicide is an out cry for help. As she is strongly contemplating suicide, she decides that she has to get help. The only problem is there's no one who cares that she can tell. Her ex-friend that she hides from drives past her one day. On that day, she asked herself why he didn't help her? All she needed was someone to talk too. So she ran in front of his car. Now he is in for the long haul. He moved in with her because she was a danger to herself. He had to watch her 24/7. They don't go to the same school and rarely see each other, and now he's trying to find something that's worth living for for her. Will he be able to save her or is it going to be all in vain? She wants to be saved, but is that enough? Is she too far gone already?
Caramel Apples
Well, I think that I need to tell you the history of...THE CARAMEL APPLE :) Since I am eating a delicious green apple covered in caramel and nuts. I remember when I was little and my mom let us make our own caramel apples. We would stick sticks in the center of the apple and then wrap caramel around the apple. Then into the oven the apples went and a little later we had caramel apples :D Though of course we had to let them cool down. Those were some great caramel apples, the ones I have been eating lately aren't as great because they are the generic kind, but I still like them.
So history of the caramel apple time, the first link that popped up was how to make a caramel apple, that thrills me we must look don't you think. Ew they say use red apples, I'm against red apples though so that wouldn't work. Guess I would be using green apples instead XD Here's the link to the allrecipes.com website with the caramel apple recipe.
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/caramel-apples/detail.aspx
Maybe that is how we made them actually. I guess I don't really think the apples ended up in the oven. I just think of the oven because that's where I always would find the caramel apples after we were done making them. I don't exactly remember everything about making the caramel apples...Next Website....Wikipedia.
They are also called Taffy apples, bet you didn't know that! Oh I see. Taffy apples are the apples that have like nuts or something on them instead of just the caramel. Caramel apples are the caramel apples, with nothing but caramel. So today I ate a Taffy apple that means. :) Homemade caramel results in a softer, creamier coating. That sounds delicious! I wish to eat some homemade caramel now. My older sister and mom use to make caramel all the time for us. Well not all the time, they would make caramel treats for like holidays and such. Hopefully they do that again this year because I love caramel. Tart crisp apples are prefered for use, I understand that. You wouldn't want a soft apple to eat (like the one that I just ate :c)
That's all I have to research about Caramel Apples now. I didn't find any history on wikipedia, but I am getting hungry just thinking about the caramel apples so I must stop researching them. Maybe (probably not though) I will research some more about the caramel apples again later.
So history of the caramel apple time, the first link that popped up was how to make a caramel apple, that thrills me we must look don't you think. Ew they say use red apples, I'm against red apples though so that wouldn't work. Guess I would be using green apples instead XD Here's the link to the allrecipes.com website with the caramel apple recipe.
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/caramel-apples/detail.aspx
Maybe that is how we made them actually. I guess I don't really think the apples ended up in the oven. I just think of the oven because that's where I always would find the caramel apples after we were done making them. I don't exactly remember everything about making the caramel apples...Next Website....Wikipedia.
They are also called Taffy apples, bet you didn't know that! Oh I see. Taffy apples are the apples that have like nuts or something on them instead of just the caramel. Caramel apples are the caramel apples, with nothing but caramel. So today I ate a Taffy apple that means. :) Homemade caramel results in a softer, creamier coating. That sounds delicious! I wish to eat some homemade caramel now. My older sister and mom use to make caramel all the time for us. Well not all the time, they would make caramel treats for like holidays and such. Hopefully they do that again this year because I love caramel. Tart crisp apples are prefered for use, I understand that. You wouldn't want a soft apple to eat (like the one that I just ate :c)
That's all I have to research about Caramel Apples now. I didn't find any history on wikipedia, but I am getting hungry just thinking about the caramel apples so I must stop researching them. Maybe (probably not though) I will research some more about the caramel apples again later.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The Suicidal Teenager Strikes Again
So I am writing this story. Where there is a Suicidal Teenager. The problem with this story is, that I was working on a summary of the story (since I haven't a clue where I want this story to go) and I find that I have already used the named "Maena and Chad". Well I knew that I had already used Maena, but still. Apparently I can't think of any better names. So I must enlist some help from whomever may want to help me. I need some names. There's a suicidal teenage girl in my story. She has been raped, she's an outcast, she is the person everyone looks down on, she's bullied, basically her life is AWFUL. so I need a name for her :)
Then there is the boy that is going to help her. He is popular, charming, a gentlemen, and her ex-friend. He always gets his way and knows how to get under said girls name. Do I have any help with that? Please I could really use some name choices.
When I finish the first chapter I probably will be posting it on here, just to spark your interest of course, because then it will all be on WATTPAD (my favorite website ever).
Speaking of Wattpad, we must talk about one of my favorite stories because, THERE WAS A NEW CHAPTER FOR ME TO READ UP THERE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!! So it is called "A Pirate's Kiss" Here's the link to it....
http://www.wattpad.com/1525669-a-pirates-kiss-watty-awards-2011-1-a-stolen-kissI love the romance in this story and the action and it's just really really really good. She sure knows how to write a book. The fact that it was a pirates book is what made me want to read it in the first place, but it turned out it was so much more than just a pirates book. So read it :) there's only 138pages on it so far. :) I didn't realize it was that long, I have been reading it for such a long time that I have to wait for chapters to be put up I don't pay that much attention to how long it is anymore as long as I get my Pirate's Kiss fix :) I'm addicted to it XD I swear I am and I use smiley faces too much. So here is the Summary that Daisy, the author, gives about the story, just in case I haven't been influential enough in you wanting to read this book.
It is Dangerous to deal with Pirates.
Circe's Father has always told her so. So when a mysterious shadowy figure with gold and silver eyes appears on her balcony and attemptes to steal her away the first thing that she wonders is why? Why does her Father pity Pirates? Why does he never talk about her Mother? Why does he never talk to her?
Two years will go by before she finds the answers she is looking for,by then Circe is certain that the Pirate willhave forgotten all about her and the promise he made and sealed, with a stolen kiss.
Unfortunatly there is still one other thing she needs to learn.
A Pirate never forgets.
Adios for now :) I shall talk to you again soon :) :) :)
Then there is the boy that is going to help her. He is popular, charming, a gentlemen, and her ex-friend. He always gets his way and knows how to get under said girls name. Do I have any help with that? Please I could really use some name choices.
When I finish the first chapter I probably will be posting it on here, just to spark your interest of course, because then it will all be on WATTPAD (my favorite website ever).
Speaking of Wattpad, we must talk about one of my favorite stories because, THERE WAS A NEW CHAPTER FOR ME TO READ UP THERE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!! So it is called "A Pirate's Kiss" Here's the link to it....
http://www.wattpad.com/1525669-a-pirates-kiss-watty-awards-2011-1-a-stolen-kissI love the romance in this story and the action and it's just really really really good. She sure knows how to write a book. The fact that it was a pirates book is what made me want to read it in the first place, but it turned out it was so much more than just a pirates book. So read it :) there's only 138pages on it so far. :) I didn't realize it was that long, I have been reading it for such a long time that I have to wait for chapters to be put up I don't pay that much attention to how long it is anymore as long as I get my Pirate's Kiss fix :) I'm addicted to it XD I swear I am and I use smiley faces too much. So here is the Summary that Daisy, the author, gives about the story, just in case I haven't been influential enough in you wanting to read this book.
It is Dangerous to deal with Pirates.
Circe's Father has always told her so. So when a mysterious shadowy figure with gold and silver eyes appears on her balcony and attemptes to steal her away the first thing that she wonders is why? Why does her Father pity Pirates? Why does he never talk about her Mother? Why does he never talk to her?
Two years will go by before she finds the answers she is looking for,by then Circe is certain that the Pirate willhave forgotten all about her and the promise he made and sealed, with a stolen kiss.
Unfortunatly there is still one other thing she needs to learn.
A Pirate never forgets.
Adios for now :) I shall talk to you again soon :) :) :)
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