So it is one day after the thanksgiving break. Thanksgiving was fun, we went to my Aunt Sheila's house and saw her 1 year old baby. He's adorable and I was the first person he let hold him!!!(besides his mom and dad of course) which is funny because my mom having already had three children and all is more maternal...
Anyway,on Sunday I went and saw Enchanted again with Simone. If I didn't post this before I didn't really like the "they lived happily ever after" ending. Obviously they would end it like that but it was still a bit dissapointing. Then when I came home I watcheda couple movies without realising I still had HOMEWORK!!!!!
So I hid under my covers with a flashlight, my textbook, the homework, and a pencil with scant any lead in it. I got it all done and then when I got home today I discovered that most of the homework had already been done on a seperate slightly stuck page in my notebook!!! Grrrrrr...
So anyway, I'm watching Dancing With The Stars and can't really remember anything else to type.
Go Helio!!!!!
Night. ^_^
Monday, November 26, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Blah blah ba-la...
I'm bored and somewhat tired right now. Thanksgiving is tomorrow, when I go back to mom's house (im at dad's) then my sisters and I will make pies for when we go to Auntie Sheila's house tomorrow. I'm watching The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy (very funny) and I'm bored. I hit my head waking up this morning and I suppose it's causing the discomfort I've had recently. My limbs keep aching and one of my legs hurts when I walk. Plus I get headaches every so often.
Eating:
-Breakfast= a cup of tea
-Lunch= a theater hot dog (ew)
-Dinner= mcdonalds yogurt parfet and some fries
Saw Enchanted today, it was pretty funny. Been browsing WW lately, in 2 larps: Duality and Forgotten.
Now I'm hungry, I'm goign to go eat cookie dough now.
Reading:
-Princess in Love, Meg Cabot
-Tantalize, Cynthia Leitich Smith
-Roll of Thunder Hear my Cry, I don't know. I'm reading it for school and really couldn't care less who the author is.
Good Bye for Now.
Eating:
-Breakfast= a cup of tea
-Lunch= a theater hot dog (ew)
-Dinner= mcdonalds yogurt parfet and some fries
Saw Enchanted today, it was pretty funny. Been browsing WW lately, in 2 larps: Duality and Forgotten.
Now I'm hungry, I'm goign to go eat cookie dough now.
Reading:
-Princess in Love, Meg Cabot
-Tantalize, Cynthia Leitich Smith
-Roll of Thunder Hear my Cry, I don't know. I'm reading it for school and really couldn't care less who the author is.
Good Bye for Now.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Freaky Dream
Last night I had the freakiest dream ever. Makes my chest hurts just thinking about it...
The lights were all dim in my living room and there were several people there. There was also a girl (probably 15) lying on the fireplace (not in it, we have this weird tile shelf running around ours) and she was breathing really hard and she was from a book I was reading (Wolf's Head, Wolf's heart). Her name was Elise and she was in this long gentle yellow dress. But anyway I had one of our silver serated kitchen knives (it was sort of longer than usual) and I went up to her and suddenly there was no dress to hinder me (not that I really comprehended she was undressed in my dream mode, that came after). And I just strated cutting, someone was leaning over the coach arm behind me (they were a mix between my mother and grandmother) and they were sort of advising me. It was me "chance" or "turn apparently" and I felt weird about it but I did it anyway. I thiink I was a vampire. It was so weird, the person was sort of anatomicaly incorrect, I never ran into any ribs or lungs as I cut a line deep into her chest.
Once I slipped and the knife slightly poked out of her side near her arm. Both me and Elise drew in a breath (Yeah thats right , she was freaking awake while I was doing this!) but the woman behind me just warned "careful", like it was no big deal. I took out the knife, which wasn't that bloody (nothing really was, I mean her chest cavity was obviously full of blood but it wasn't completely gorey or anything) and dug both my hands into the smooth crevice I'd created. I PULLED OUT HER HEART! I held a warm, beating, heart of a girl only a couple years older than me IN MY HANDS! Somone handed me our kitchen scissors and I FELT Elise nod. THen after a slight pause, I cut two thick -things- and the heart came free. THere was one loud beat, and then silence. Elise was dead and I was holding her heart in my hands. I felt my "mentor" nod approvingly and some time was skipped. I slid the heart into this delicate glass jar on our kitchen counter and my mentor took it and put it near the window in the living room. IT was gray and dark and raining softly outside. "Why are you doing that?" I asked, my voice was quiet and innocent. "She wanted to be near water" the woman told me quietly, her voice was solemn. MOre time skipped and I wass somehow in our playroom, but half the room was gone and there was dirt. I had buried Elise there and there was this clear cover over her grave and for some bizarre reason there was an empty apple juice container on top of it. I felt like the heart was really close.
Then Monique tried to come in the closed door and I was holding it closed against her but somehow she got in "She told me not to tell you!" I said to her as she sort of stared at the grave. Then my mentor was putting on this shawl and holding a walking stick and she was all "alright lets go" and we were all suited up for traveling and there was me, her, Monique and osme other person there. I was holding the heart in its container, even though I really wanted it to be in my hands because it was still warm. We went up this ube steep, muddy, tree covered hill for some reason and we were goign to visit someone, then the dream ended.
~~~~~~
It was kind of cool and I feel like it may mean something but i don't know what it could mean. THere was another tiny dream segment seperatet from that but I'll type that later, I'm running out of time in this class.
Bye!
The lights were all dim in my living room and there were several people there. There was also a girl (probably 15) lying on the fireplace (not in it, we have this weird tile shelf running around ours) and she was breathing really hard and she was from a book I was reading (Wolf's Head, Wolf's heart). Her name was Elise and she was in this long gentle yellow dress. But anyway I had one of our silver serated kitchen knives (it was sort of longer than usual) and I went up to her and suddenly there was no dress to hinder me (not that I really comprehended she was undressed in my dream mode, that came after). And I just strated cutting, someone was leaning over the coach arm behind me (they were a mix between my mother and grandmother) and they were sort of advising me. It was me "chance" or "turn apparently" and I felt weird about it but I did it anyway. I thiink I was a vampire. It was so weird, the person was sort of anatomicaly incorrect, I never ran into any ribs or lungs as I cut a line deep into her chest.
Once I slipped and the knife slightly poked out of her side near her arm. Both me and Elise drew in a breath (Yeah thats right , she was freaking awake while I was doing this!) but the woman behind me just warned "careful", like it was no big deal. I took out the knife, which wasn't that bloody (nothing really was, I mean her chest cavity was obviously full of blood but it wasn't completely gorey or anything) and dug both my hands into the smooth crevice I'd created. I PULLED OUT HER HEART! I held a warm, beating, heart of a girl only a couple years older than me IN MY HANDS! Somone handed me our kitchen scissors and I FELT Elise nod. THen after a slight pause, I cut two thick -things- and the heart came free. THere was one loud beat, and then silence. Elise was dead and I was holding her heart in my hands. I felt my "mentor" nod approvingly and some time was skipped. I slid the heart into this delicate glass jar on our kitchen counter and my mentor took it and put it near the window in the living room. IT was gray and dark and raining softly outside. "Why are you doing that?" I asked, my voice was quiet and innocent. "She wanted to be near water" the woman told me quietly, her voice was solemn. MOre time skipped and I wass somehow in our playroom, but half the room was gone and there was dirt. I had buried Elise there and there was this clear cover over her grave and for some bizarre reason there was an empty apple juice container on top of it. I felt like the heart was really close.
Then Monique tried to come in the closed door and I was holding it closed against her but somehow she got in "She told me not to tell you!" I said to her as she sort of stared at the grave. Then my mentor was putting on this shawl and holding a walking stick and she was all "alright lets go" and we were all suited up for traveling and there was me, her, Monique and osme other person there. I was holding the heart in its container, even though I really wanted it to be in my hands because it was still warm. We went up this ube steep, muddy, tree covered hill for some reason and we were goign to visit someone, then the dream ended.
~~~~~~
It was kind of cool and I feel like it may mean something but i don't know what it could mean. THere was another tiny dream segment seperatet from that but I'll type that later, I'm running out of time in this class.
Bye!
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Apology for my stupidity
Alright that whole ordeal was stupid. Really, REALLY stupid. Sorry person I don't know (I'm still somewhat annoyed but I am sorry)
So in other news Simone shall embark with me on the ship of Wicca. Which is cool because that way I won't be alone like that anymore, and maybe this will help me open up more. (hopefully...)
Other than that I have slid back into the horrid boredom of everyday life. It seems that if I don't think about it than I miss the evil bus to Depressionville. I haven't really been reading as much as I usually do, I think it's because I'm too envious of the characters, of their exciting lives that I know I'll never have and can never hope to. :( For instance I was reading the graphic novel "Crescent Moon" and I was desperate for at least two of the characters. Just one hug from the kind vampire or the uber adorable and sweet werewolf and I'f be satisfied. But the only thing close to that was hugging the black and white print to my chest. (obviously that was not what I was going for)
anyway, I'll try to get some sleep and continue to try and ignore any sort of thoughts to the side of getting me through the day. Goodnight.
So in other news Simone shall embark with me on the ship of Wicca. Which is cool because that way I won't be alone like that anymore, and maybe this will help me open up more. (hopefully...)
Other than that I have slid back into the horrid boredom of everyday life. It seems that if I don't think about it than I miss the evil bus to Depressionville. I haven't really been reading as much as I usually do, I think it's because I'm too envious of the characters, of their exciting lives that I know I'll never have and can never hope to. :( For instance I was reading the graphic novel "Crescent Moon" and I was desperate for at least two of the characters. Just one hug from the kind vampire or the uber adorable and sweet werewolf and I'f be satisfied. But the only thing close to that was hugging the black and white print to my chest. (obviously that was not what I was going for)
anyway, I'll try to get some sleep and continue to try and ignore any sort of thoughts to the side of getting me through the day. Goodnight.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Addition to the previous
I just read her quote on amazon. Oh how I want to wring her evil neck!!!!! How dare amazon and barnes and noble put her on the pedestle?!? How many other kids have they failed to realize have tried and tried to get THEIR books published while this brat goes to get hers all published with a drawing someone could use as toilet paper and not even realize it!?!?!!
THOUSANDS!!!!!!!
Damn barnes and noble, whoever published this book, and the author herself. VILE WENCH!!!!!!!!
((i know I sound completely itiotic but I don't care! This is my blog and I'll express MY opinions. ALL of them))
THOUSANDS!!!!!!!
Damn barnes and noble, whoever published this book, and the author herself. VILE WENCH!!!!!!!!
((i know I sound completely itiotic but I don't care! This is my blog and I'll express MY opinions. ALL of them))
NOOOO!!!!
Alright I am thoroughly pissed. I mean really REALLY pissed off.
Apparently some girl published a book at age 11. That was my idea, I finished a book at age eleven, it was spell checked and formatted and ready to be published, all that was missing was the publishing company. Damn't how I wanted that spot "youngest writer". UGH!!! Not to mention, the book itself looks and sounds like a piece of crap, I don't mean to rant on this girl too much but really! The front cover looks like a 5th grader drew it and the title couldn't be more unimaginative. I mean come one, "Trouble at school?" who wants to read a book like that!?!?! RRRRGG!!!!!!!!!
*Goes off on super rant with angry screams*
Really, it's not fair... I bet she's one of those filthy rich people who's parents have high powered careers and oh boohoo they don't see them as often as some other people but they can have whatever the hell they want whenever the hell they want it. (Excuse my uber foulness but I'm obviously trying to contain my fury) Damn it I want to rip this flier up and then send a horribly angry letter to whoever published the book. I hope no one ever reads her sorry realistic fiction story (on a more docile side I don't mean to crush her completely but again I'm feeling angry and violent so deal with it)
Rggggggggg, my teeth are clenched so hard my jaw hurts! Ugh, that PUTRID little girl!! I must find a dart board and a picture of her, *other mutterings of horrible schemes to destroy her picture*
Bye
Apparently some girl published a book at age 11. That was my idea, I finished a book at age eleven, it was spell checked and formatted and ready to be published, all that was missing was the publishing company. Damn't how I wanted that spot "youngest writer". UGH!!! Not to mention, the book itself looks and sounds like a piece of crap, I don't mean to rant on this girl too much but really! The front cover looks like a 5th grader drew it and the title couldn't be more unimaginative. I mean come one, "Trouble at school?" who wants to read a book like that!?!?! RRRRGG!!!!!!!!!
*Goes off on super rant with angry screams*
Really, it's not fair... I bet she's one of those filthy rich people who's parents have high powered careers and oh boohoo they don't see them as often as some other people but they can have whatever the hell they want whenever the hell they want it. (Excuse my uber foulness but I'm obviously trying to contain my fury) Damn it I want to rip this flier up and then send a horribly angry letter to whoever published the book. I hope no one ever reads her sorry realistic fiction story (on a more docile side I don't mean to crush her completely but again I'm feeling angry and violent so deal with it)
Rggggggggg, my teeth are clenched so hard my jaw hurts! Ugh, that PUTRID little girl!! I must find a dart board and a picture of her, *other mutterings of horrible schemes to destroy her picture*
Bye
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