Catch up and how I am fighting my natural instinct

So I haven't given you a post in a couple days. And a few things have happened in that time that I feel like telling you about.

First of all, I got pinkeye. (Okay, I was thinking of putting suspense building up to that, but I don't feel like doing that.) It started off as just one of my eyes being red. Then, two days after I noticed my red eye, it was really red and spread to both of my eyes. My mom thought that was weird, and then realized that I probably had pinkeye. So, my mom made an appointment to go the doctors.

Now, normally, I hate going to the doctors, they terrify me. So, naturally, I was a bit nervous. Of course, there was no real reason to be nervous, because I wasn't getting any shots or anything. The doctor came in, checked my eyes, ears, throat, and breathing and said that I had pinkeye (Well, she called it the medical name, but that's not important). So she prescribed eye droplet thingies for me.

Now, I should have told her at once that I cannot use those at all and should have gotten the medicine. Of course, I didn't really know at the time, so I didn't. I have to put those droplets in my EYE three times a day, two in each eye per time, for five days. That's 60 drops total. 60 droplets of who-knows-what attacking things in my eye. Does that not sound even a little bit terrifying?

My mom has to do those for me, since I can't keep my eye open and do it myself at all. She has to hold my eye open while she does it too, because my natural instinct is to blink, and I am very good at this particular thing. I'm getting better at fighting it, but it's still really hard. Once my eye sees the bottle going near it, it just tries to snap shut so nothing can get in. I guess it thinks that it's dirt or something. It's really annoying. Though, I suppose it's good to know that my eyelids can do their jobs really well. I don't have to worry about anything getting in my eye.

I guess it could be worse, I could not be able to open my eyes in the morning after I first wake up, like what happens with some people. My eyes could be hurting or itchy until I want to claw my eyes out. I could look like a mad person with my bloodshot eyes, which you can't see unless I look up and to the left. I could feel sick.

And some of my extended family came to my house today. So it could not have been a worse day to have pinkeye. I had to warn everyone as they came in the house not to hug me or touch me or anything. I was terrified that my Grandma, who has slight Alzheimer's wouldn't remember that I had pinkeye and hug me and then remember. My Grandpa was funny, and thought he couldn't even go near me. He was afraid to ask me to copy a picture for him, that if I touched the picture he was holding I would get him sick. I assured him that I  wouldn't, and he seemed to relax after that. Around 1pm I became officially noncontagious. So, unfortunately, I can't miss any school. Oh well.  

Snow!

There is snow! It's everywhere. And I think it might still be snowing. It sure is windy, though. Why am I just blogging about the weather conditions? I should be saying something else. But what else can I say? I smell orange juice and bacon at the same time and it doesn't smell good. The heater is warm. Uh... I like fudge pie? Who cares what I write, it doesn't matter.

My cousins are coming over to my house around Thursday. They were supposed to come today, but they couldn't because of the snow. But I don't care, because I like snow. If only it could be warm without melting, that would make it perfect.

I hate how you can't indent stuff here without having to use the space bar. It's so annoying. It makes everything look wrong.

                 See, doesn't this look better? I like it more, because I'm used to it. At least I'm not forced to double space things here like I have to in Language Arts. That is really annoying. So now I get to have single space, or 1.5 space, I'm not sure what this has. I got milk for Christmas. It was just what I asked for. It appears to still be snowing, and I'm hoping that it's not just the wind blowing around. I guess this is just going to be one big rambling post. Whatever. Okay, I'm done rambling.

Fight with myself

Me 1: Do I really have to do this?
Me 2: Yes. You promised people that you would write a blog post about Christmas after the Christmas Eve one.
Me 1: But it's Christmas. Can't I have the day off?
Me 2: Are you saying you'd break your promise?
Me 1: But I don't feel like doing it!
Me 2: Stop being so lazy.
Me 1: But I wanna watch Doctor Whoooooooo!
Me 2: You can do that later.
Me 1: *frowns* But I want to watch it now.
Me 2: You promised your friends that you would.
Me 1: They probably didn't even see it. If I delete it now, no one would notice.
Me 2: That's not very honest.
Me 1: Who cares?
Me 2: I do!
Me 1: But I don't.
Me 2: Your opinion doesn't count.
Me 1: Yours doesn't either. In fact, we're two parts of a whole, so overall, our opinion on the subject is neutral. So that means I can do it.
Me 2: Don't try to out-logic me.
Me 1: I can do whatever I want to do.
Me 2: No you can't, I still have control over half of you.
Me 1: Well then I'll just have to get rid of you.
Me 2: You can't, you'll get rid of yourself too.
Me 1: *frowns* I'm still not writing this post.
Me 2: Yes you are. See you're typing this into your blog right now.
Me 1: That's typing, not writing.
Me 2: It's the same thing!
Me 1: No it's not. Writing is using a pen or pencil or whatever and physically writing out the words onto a piece of paper or something. Typing is just hitting buttons on a computer to make words.
Me 2: I didn't need to know your definitions of writing and typing.
Me 1: Well, you looked like you needed it, seeing as you could tell the difference between them.
Me 2: * scowls* You're annoying.
Me 1: Thank you very much.
Me 2: *in a sarcastic tone* You're very welcome.

Merry Christmas everyone. And now, you'll be addicted to Doctor Who just like I am.

Just quickly saying Merry Christmas Eve. I'll do a full blogpost sometime tomorrow.

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aka I'm writing this blogpost only because Jenn/Jennbury told me to write a post. Yay! Now what to write about? ...

Oh! I know! I got in the Art Show! Yay! I feel satisfied with sharing that bit of information with you, and shall now leave. Goodbye.

Lily Fails At iMovie

Yeah, this was what I was going to blog about. I remembered it as I woke up this morning. I also remembered the 50 Nifty song. You know, the one that names every state? Yeah, that one.

Okay, back to what I was supposed to blog about.

I don't own a mac. I never have, I hopefully never will. I don't like macs, they're too confusing. And the only time I get a chance to use one is in Spanish class, when we use the macbooks. So on Thursday, we started using the macs to make a movie on an athlete that we wrote a paper thing on. And we used iMovie.

I have never used iMovie before. Ever. And I have to say, it's probably the most confusing thing I've ever tried to use. First of all, I had to get pictures, and with macs, you can't just copy and paste. No, you have to drag the picture that you want to use onto the screen. How messed up is that?

But being the genius I am, I figured it out relitively quickly. (You know, based on the fact that I had done that before.) It just looked weird on the screen like that. And I couldn't figure out how to deleate the ones I didn't like. But my teacher just said that we could take them off later. Somehow.

So after that, I actually had to open iMovie (which was hard too, because it wouldn't open after a few minutes, and I was wondering if it would work at all) and make it. So apparently, we had to get the pictures into the iMovie. My teacher told me to 'just drag it in'. How less specific could she get? Drag it where? But I tried it anyways. And nothing happened. This is where I became dependent on Jenn to help me with tecnical problems.

So I asked Jenn, "How do I get these pictures in?"
"Just drag it in like she [the teacher] told you to," she said.
"But I did that and nothing happened," I said and showed her what I had done.
"No, you have to drag it in here, that's where the pictures go," she said and showed me.
"Oh, okay," I said and went back to my work.

The one she had dragged in was looking all wrong, and only showed my athlete's chin, neck and shoulders. I wanted to deleate it, but when I hit the deleate button (There wasn't even a backspace button on the computer. Just a deleate) nothing happend.

"Jenn, how do I deleate this?" I asked her.
"Just click on the picture so that it turns yellow and hit deleate," she said.
"Okay," I said, and tried it. It worked.

I continued working on my project. I dragged my five required pictures in. I showed it to Jenn.
"Now what?" I asked.
"You need a title picture," she said.

I tried to add in a title picture, but it wouldn't work.
"How do I move it?" I asked.
By this point, she looked pretty annoyed with my asking her so many questions. I imagined she wanted to work on her own project instead of helping me. But oh-so-patienly, she said, "Click on it so it turns yellow and drag it to where you want it," she said.

I did it. "So now what?" I asked her.
"Now you put in the bullets," she said. We had a draft sheet with bullets that we needed to add in.
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"You click on the T button," she said.

I clicked on it and a bunch of fonts and ways they were displayed on the screen popped up. I clicked on the one I liked. I tried to type on it like I saw Jenn doing, but nothing happened.
"It didn't work," I said and tried to type again.
"No, you have to drag it to the picture," she said.
I did it and nothing happened. "It's still not working," I said.
"No, you need to drag it to the smaller picture," I said.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I said.
I did that and started typing my title. Then I decided I didn't like that style. I wanted to change it. I clicked on the other one and dragged it to the title. But then there were two of them, and I didn't want the old one. I tried to deleate the old one, and nothing happened.

"Jenn, how do you deleate this?" I asked.
"Click on it so that it turns yellow like the picture and press deleate," I said.
"Oh, alright," I said.

I deleated it. But then I realized that my white font didn't show against the white background.
"How do I change the color?" I asked.
"Click on the edit font* button" she said.
I clicked on it and changed the color. And then the bell rang.
"How do I save this?" I asked.
"You don't. It'll just be up when you come back to that computer tomorrow. Just x out," she said.
"Are you sure?" I asked. I needed to save all the work I had done that day.
"Yes," she said.
"Okay," I said and boldly did it.
Then we left.

 That's the end of the story.

*I don't know if that was it's actual name. Just if you were using this as directions or anything. But I suggest you don't.

Pictures

I had the perfect thing to blog about, but I forgot it. And I think it was a good one too. Oh well. Maybe I'll just show you random pictures.

It won't let me add any more pictures.

Oh, here we go. Isn't it cute?

I didn't take this picture. But it looks awesome.

I didn't take this one either. But I have ones like it at home from the Grand Canyon.

I think this is a mountain. It looks pretty cool.

As you can see, I'm in a black and white mood.

Woah...

Very green.

More green.

Finally, a purple one.

More purple.

Okay, that's the last one.

A fairy tail, by me.

Once upon a time, there was a dictator of Poland and his wife. They had names, but they’re not important. The wife was pregnant. One day, while they were out giving a speech to a bunch of reporters, the wife cried out “My water broke! The baby is coming!” They rushed to the nearest hospital, which wasn’t a very nice looking hospital, but it would have to do, because the baby was about to be born. Once the wife got into the hospital, the baby was born without any problem. It was a baby girl named Cierń
All of the Cierń’s aunts brought gifts for her. The first aunt brought her a bow. The second aunt brought baby clothes. Just as the third aunt was about to give her gift, the door burst open and the mean aunt walked in. “How could you not invite me to see my new niece! I have a present for her too! When she turns sixteen, I will give her an overdose in sleeping pills and she’ll die! And it’s all your fault for not letting me come!”
All the people in the room gasped. “Get her!” the dictator told his bodyguards, but she ran out of the room and got in her car before the body guards could get her.
“I haven’t given my gift yet,” the last aunt said, “I’ll give her a smaller dose of sleeping pills. She won’t die, but she’ll be asleep for a long time until a boy comes and kisses her.”
The dictator was very upset. But he came up with an idea to ban all sleeping pills from his country. This didn’t make the people of his country very happy with him, but hey, he was the dictator, he could do whatever he wanted. If you were caught with the sleeping pills, you could have a life sentence or even be executed. He also made a bunch of his people try to find the mean aunt. If anyone was found working with her, they would be given a death sentence. But the mean aunt had fled to Switzerland to wait for sixteen years. She wasn’t a stupid aunt and knew that her brother-in-law would be looking for her.
Finally, on the Cierń’s sixteenth birthday, she went to her party in her mansion. After a bunch of partying, she felt pretty tired. When she opened her door, there was an old lady sitting on her bed, petting a cat.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m your aunt,” the mean aunt said.
“Then whey don’t I know you?” she asked.

“Because your daddy doesn’t like me and never let me see you. He can be horrible sometimes,” she said.
“Yeah, I know. He’s crazy protective with me. All my friends have 1 o’clock curfews, and mine is at ten! That’s crazy,” she said.
“Oh, yes. That father of yours is a bit nuts. It’s as if he doesn’t understand what it was like to be your age,” her aunt said.
“I know!” Cierń said.
“Well, I’m sorry if I was disturbing you. I just wanted to see you on your sixteenth birthday. I’ll be leaving you now,” the aunt said. She put the sleeping pills on Cierń’s nightstand.
Cierń, being exhausted, climbed into bed. She closed her eyes and waited until she could fall asleep. But after waiting a long time, she couldn’t fall asleep. She opened her eyes, and saw the pills on her nightstand. I wonder what those are she thought. She opened the bottle, and the pills fell out. She smelled one, wondering what it was. It smelled sweet. She popped it in her mouth, thinking it was a candy. This is good! she thought. She ate the rest of them. She quickly fell into a very deep sleep.
The third aunt came up to Cierń’s room, wondering where she was. She saw that Cierń was asleep and saw the empty bottle of pills next to her. She realized that Cierńhad been drugged. She pulled out her own sleeping pills and made everyone else in the house fall asleep too. Then she took out the rest of the
sleeping pills that she had been hoarding ever since the day that Cierń was born. She somehow managed to give all of her pills to everyone in the country.
After a few months of everyone being asleep in Poland, people around the world began to wonder what was going on. The dictator wasn’t
showing up for press conferences. No in Poland was showing up for anything. One day, a young boy from Germany named Hans went into
Poland to see what was happening in there. The third aunt, who was still awake, pointed Hans in the direction of the mansion. She told him that he had to go to the mountain and kiss the dictator’s daughter.
The mean aunt, knowing that the boy was coming, planted a bunch of thorns in front of the mansion so he couldn’t get in. When Hans saw all the thorns in front of the castle, he decided to try to go in and see if he could get in. He took out his switchblade and cut all the thorns in his path. The mean aunt saw this, and poured poison that only would kill humans in the cat’s tongue. She positioned the cat in front of the mansion to keep Hans from getting in.
Hans finally got to the front entrance. When he saw the cat, he pet it, and tried to push it out of the way so he could get inside. The cat licked Hans’s face and then stood in the way, not letting him in. “Yuck!” he said. He tried to push the cat out of the way again, but then the cat scratched him. Hans had anger problems, and the cat scratching him and licking him was making him mad. He stabbed the cat with his knife, and moved on.
When he got inside, he saw all the people downstairs that were asleep. He decided to go upstairs, where there were less people, and maybe he could take something. He opened Cierń’s door, and walked into the room. He had seen the dictator’s daughter on TV before, so he knew what she looked like. He went to her and kissed her. After waiting for about a minute, she started coughing. Then, she stopped coughing. He saw that she was no longer breathing and started to go blue. He felt her growing colder.
He checked her pulse, but there wasn’t any. He started to panic. The dictator would kill him for killing his daughter. He started to try to figure out a place to hide her. He threw her in the closet.
He licked his lips, feeling that they were chapped. Suddenly, he started coughing and couldn’t stop. He couldn’t breathe either. That’s just what happened to Cierń he thought and slowly sunk to the floor and died.
The end.Later that day, once the doctors allowed it, they invited all of the wife’s sisters to the hospital to see Cierń, except for one of them, who they didn’t want the baby to see because she was an mean, old lady who spent too much time with her cats. The other sister found out, and pet her cat saying, “They’ll be sorry they didn’t invite me to see that baby. I’ll show them!”

THE CONCERT OF DOOM!

*cue scary music*

Oh, hey, I was supposed to write this. What happened? Oh well. We had our concert a few days ago. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't amazing either. And I didn't faint! But I didn't expect to, since I'm not in Chorus this year. And while I was watching the Chorus with three of my other friends, we made shadow pupets. It was funny. So yeah. Oh, and for anyone who doesn't know, I was in the Orchesta part of the concert. And there was a lot of Nutcracker songs. But there needed to be more, because I like the Nutcracker.

Oh, hey, I just realized, you're getting three blogposts on one day. That's a record.

Hey! I just figured out a good topic for a blog post!

But I'm not deleating my other one, because that would be a waste of time. And I don't want to leave this topic until tomorrow. So you're getting two, that's right, TWO blogposts on the same day. For the price of one! Don't I sound like an infomercial?

Anyways, my blog post shall be about Secret Santas! So here you go.

Secret Santas

Secret Santas are a lot of fun. I would know, I've done it a lot. And this year, I'm in three different ones. Confusing? You got it. But I also get notes and things from three different people. That's pretty awesome for me. Am I going to tell you who I have? Of course not, some people who read this blog are in it. Nice try.

And for those of you who don't know what a Secret Santa is, I shall explain. (I'm assuming there are some of you who don't know what it is. There might not be, but oh well.) You pick names out of a hat, or in my Secret Santa experiences, a lunchbox. You put everyone who wants to do on pieces of paper and put it in  the hat and then you pick them. You have to have the names first, otherwize you'll just be picking air out of that hat. And that would be a pretty bad Secret Santa person. Once you get the paper you write them notes, anonymous ones, and they try to figure out who is their Secret Santa (or don't. But most people do.) You try not to tell anyone while you're doing the Secret Santa, because that ruins the fun in them. And then you sometimes give them candy. How you get the notes and stuff to them is up to you, but you usually don't directly give it to them. And then you get stuff from your own Secret Santa. And eventually, at the end, you tell who you had. Well, usually. It's not required.

Sorry for such a bad explanation. But yeah. It's fun.

Itunes!

Did you know that on itunes you can now listen to a minute and a half of a song! No, this isn't an advertisement for them, but I just realized that, and when I realize new things I usually feel the need to share it to someone. Yeah...

So, anyways, it's raining. Which means it's dark. And the Christmas Tree lights are on for some reason. Man, I'm bored. Maybe I'll draw something for you.

It's a giraffe!

The Product of Boredom

Do you like my piano picture? I made it in Science class

Sunday and why I don't like big dinners

Why yes, it happens to be Sunday here in America on this day. And I was very busy this particular Sunday.

I got my Christmas tree. And apparently, everyone else in the world was also buying their Christmas tree at Home Depot too. One of my friends, who I don't feel like naming, was there with her family. And my math teacher was there. That was kind of awkward. Whenever you see a teacher out of school is a bit awkward.

And I had my piano recital today. I didn't do badly, but I didn't do very well either. And the last person to go did amazingly. It was just awesome. And I really need to play the song he played now, just to prove that I can do it better.

And then my grandparents, both sets, came and had dinner with us. I don't really like big dinners. I never really have, especially with my grandparents for many reasons.

Reason 1: Waiting.

I prefer eating whatever is in front of me as quickly as possible then going back to what I was doing previously. But with big dinners, you have to sit at the table until everyone finishes. And most people don't eat as quickly as I do for some reason. They think it's fun to sit and talk while they eat, which is crazy if you ask me. You're forced to sit at the table for possibly hours on end.

Reason 2: They try to talk to you.

I'm not always a very social person. I often prefer listening over talking. And most of the time with your grandparents, you can listen, or pretend to listen and just zone out, to them talking about their childhood or when your parents were kids and stuff like that. But sometimes they'll ask you questions. Not just 'active listening' questions, where you can just say yes or no, or nod your head, but something like "What have you been doing lately?" or "How many words do you have yet [from NaNo]?". If you just nod your head, they'll be pretty confused. You actually have to come out of your zoning out and think and then answer the questions. And many times they'll ask you at the most awkward times, like when you just shoved a ton of mashed potatoes in your mouth. You're forced to either talk with your mouth full, or make them wait until you swallow, which depending on how much you took, could take a very long time.

Reason 3: They try to make jokes.

Personally, I think jokes are pretty funny sometimes. But jokes that your grandparents tell? No. Of course not. They're usually really corny, have some sort of reference to something from 20 years ago, or totally confusing. So you're forced to give a fake laugh. Or smile. Or they're making fun of someone at the table. Most of the time with your grandparents, unless you're really close to them, it is not fun when they make fun of someone at the table. It's even worse when it's you. They try to make it funny, but it's really not. It can be like that with other people too.

Reason 4: They're forgetful.

Yes, Alzheimer's. It's a horrible disease. In the beginning, you just start becoming forgetful. I personally know what that's like. I sometimes find myself somewhere not knowing how I got there or what happened before. It's pretty much terrifying. And I forget stuff too and ask the same thing twice on occasion. But when your grandmother asks you 4 times in a row what grade your in, realizes that your sister isn't playing in the recital 5 times, and discovers that her jacket is navy blue and doesn't match her black pants (The jacket was actually black. She's probably colorblind too.) and that she's not wearing any lipstick 6 times, I think that is a little much. I wish I had been exagerating right there, but I wasn't.


So that is why I do not like big dinners with my grandparents.

Random Stuff that came out of my brain.

I’m writing this write now, here, in Language Arts. Is that weird? I don’t think so. I finally got my word count for my project under 450 words like it’s supposed to be. It was hard. I like more words. Words! So I finished, and I’m bored and don’t know what to do now. So I’m typing this for you! Of course, it will be posted later, since I don’t feel like going on my blog right now. I’m writing this on a mini laptop. They’re so cute! It’s an HP mini. It’s smaller than my writing notebook! Isn’t that weird? I think it is. Now I’m just kind of rambling on about nothing. But that’s okay. Bye.

Do you like my cartoon?

Do you? Can you even read it? Can you even see it? It's about my (probably yours too) school. And how we have to walk up a billion steps. It's my editorial cartoon for Social Studies.

Today is the last day of November!

Yes, it is. Maybe not when you read this, but when I'm writing this it is. Isn't that sad. But soon it will be CHRISTMAS!!! Yay! I can't wait! Only, I have no clue what I want, and people keep asking me. All I say is "itunes gift card". Because that's all I really know of. Isn't that sad. It was like that for my birthday too. So yeah. I have piano tonight. Yay! And my sister and I were talking about what would happen if all a's were pronounced as e's. So now I will write what it would sound like.

Hi. I like going to the store. No a's (e's) yet. Weit, here's one. End now I will talk to my sister. Let's see whet she seys.

Me: Hi!
Sister: Hi?
Mom: Did you just notice thet she wes home?
Me: No.
Me: Weit, whet did you sey?
Dad: Whet? I didn't sey enything.
Me: Okey then.
Mom: *leughs in confusion*
Me: Hey, if you repleced 'flash' with an e it would be flesh!
Me2: Yeeh, thets funny.
Me: Of course it is.
Me2: Whet other words would be funny with an e insteed of 'a'?
Me: Lempshede?
Me2: Yeeh, thet is funny.
Me: End whet ebout ermedillo?
Me2: Not es funny.
Me: Yeeh, you're right.
Me2: Well, we heve to go, we're procrestineting. Bye!
Me: Yes, goodbye!

IT'S OVER 50,000!!!!!!!!

Yeah, that's right, I won nanowrimo! Whoo! *throws confetti in the air* Also, I got my skates today. I am sooooooo ready to skate tomorrow. And I found a really warm sweatshirt that I love at the back of my closet today. So, in short, my day has been awesome. Yeah. I feel like I should write something else. But I'm not going to. Bye.

I might get ice skates today!

I grew out of my old ones. And now I can get new ones! I can't wait! I want to go skating very, very badly.

Also, my cousin is in a music video. It's really cool. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMnhNMNJVi8
But I don't like the song. But if you can figure out which one she is, I'll give you... chocolate. Sure, sounds good. Well, bye.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving! I feel the need to write a list of what I am thankful for.

1. Paper. You can do so much with it.
2. Music. It's just awesome.
3. Friends. They're awesome. Whoo!
4. My family. Especially my parents. Without them I wouldn't be alive.
5. Really cool pens. They make writing so much more fun.
6. The internet. Enough said.
7. Ice. They're so many different things you can do with it.
8. Socks. They keep your feet warm. And sock pupets!
9. Chocolate. Where would the world be without it?
10. Not having gym every day. That would be horrible.
11. Colors!
12. Hot chocolate. Yum.
13. Fish! Especially Flint.

Okay, I'm done with that.

I remember last Thanksgiving. I was in a hotel room with my cousins who were watching football. And all I ate was bread and apples. And then I went in the other room and watched ice skating. And I think we went swimming. The pool water was cold. It wasn't the most traditional Thanksgiving.

This year, I'm going to my uncle's house. That's what we normally do. Also, my sister and our two cousins have a tradition of dropping socks from the second floor onto people's heads. We drop them through a little hole thing in the floor/ceiling. We try and aim for different things and get points for what they land on. It's a lot of fun.

I hate pep rallies.

I really do. They're way too loud. I hate loud things. And I had a headache. And the whole time I was terrified that I was going to faint because we were all smooshed in there and it was hot. And my eyes just kept watering. I hated it.

I need some ice cream or something...

because I am very sad. I just killed off my favorite character. I was almost in tears as I wrote it. And now I need ice cream. Or chocolate chip cookies. Or hot chocolate.

Why did I do that? Why? Well, I know why, but... whatever. I think I'll go sit in the emo corner now and dye my hair black.

Oh, and before I forget, I posted double of one of my posts. If this really annoyed you, I apologize, but I can't figure out how to deleate it. Sorry.

I feel the need to write a post...

Yeah. My brain right now suddenly went 'I need to write a post because people love it so much when I post and more than three people actually read this!' Yeah, right. Anyways, life is kind of good. I'm dreading Orchestra tomorrow because my pinky finger hurts a lot if I move it the way I have to for violin. So all notes that require fourth finger to play, I will not be playing. And maybe I won't play the whole thing...
Hey! Guess what! Ants on a stick: ..............................................................................................

How cool is that? And why did I just try to put a u in cool? That doesn't make any sense. Now I'm kind of hungry. I want chocolate. Or ice cream. Or chocolate ice cream. Omnomnom.

Whoo!

I hit 37200 on my NaNo! Whoo hoo!

Sorry this post is so short. I just wanted to say that to someone. It doesn't even matter if no one reads this. It was just so I didn't explode of excitement. Bye.

Blah, who really cares what the title is?

So I have nothing to blog about. Yay. Oh, I know! I don't like how we're doing High School Musical for our play. I thought it was going to be the Wizard of Oz, and I was really excited. But Hich School Musical? Seriously? Bleh.
This is horrible! Terrible!

Okay, so the picture isn't working, so I'll just link you to the page. Stupid thing. It is here :
http://puns.icanhascheezburger.com/2010/11/17/funny-puns-alpacalypse/%22%3E%3Cimg

I haven't blogged in almost a week. Sorry to anyone that cares.

So, yeah, I've been busy. But I finally got over 30,000 words on my NaNo, so that's good. Do I have any news? No, of course I don't. I never do. I wish my life was more interesting. Wait, no, I take that back because now there's going to be dinasaurs coming to life and eating us all. Or zombies or something. In any way, it's bad. Sorry if that happens. I've just cursed the entire planet now, haven't I. Great. Well, I'm going to stop before I say anything more stupid. Bye.

What am I doing? Writing a post. Why? Because I can.

I'm writing this just because I feel bad for not blogging in four days. I'll figure out something to blog sooner or later. If I just keep rambling on like this something should pop up that is blog worthy. eglapsoenbiendkeleindsl.

I found yaks on umbrellas.  Cool ants never fling icicles & never die. Terrible houses incriminate sandwiches.  Young olives under anchovies read envelopes. Angels wear elephant sombreros on Monday eggs.


Did you know that I like to eat icecream? I like it a lot. And a lot is two words, not one. Did you know that?
I know my Language arts teacher told me that at the beggining of the year. Did she tell you about it too?
Did your teacher tell you about it? If she didn't, she should, that's a word people mess up a lot. Haha.

Yeah, I don't know what to blog about right now. I could use some help. I'm just saying random things.
On top of spagetti isn't always where you find cheese. Some people don't like cheese on their spagetti.
Unlike my sister, she loves cheese on her spagetti. I don't. I don't really like any cheese on anything at all.

For once, my nail polish is staying on. I like it, it's a nice bright red. I hope it stays on for school on Mon.
I know that I don't have any other nail polish in this color, so if it comes off I can't redo it. How sad.
Naked nails sounds weird, but that's kind of what they are without the nail polish. Isn't that weird?
Do I sound really strange right now for talking about nail polish for so long and not talking about anything else? I think I do. Do you?

There once was a cat that came every day to my house. We called it the white cat, since it was white.
He or she came every day to our house. One time we left milk out for it. It drank it after we walked away.
I think it was afraid of us. Whenever we tried to get close to it, it ran away. It had a pink color. It was cute.
So now we have feral cats instead. A bunch are kittens. They're really cute too, but they're not white.

There are lots of things I could be doing right now, but I'm doing this instead. I don't know why. It's odd.
Odd. I like that word. It works well when you want short word. It's shorter than weird. But it's better.
Only sometimes, actually. When you want a longer word weird is better. I like words, they're fun. Very fun.

? A question mark. They're funny little things. They help you ask questions. You need them very, very badly.


So I have to try on my ice skates today. I really want to go ice skating soon. But I might need new ones. But I don't really care. As long as I can ice skate. Well, bye.




There's a secret message hidden in here. In fact, there's two. Look for them.

Whatever. EDIT: THERE IS NOW A NOTE. READ IT!

Soooo... I don't know what to do yay. Maybe I'll link you to a website. Here you go. Well, bye.

NOTE: The website that I linked you is not always apropriate for children under the ages of 13. If you are under the age of 13 then get your parents permission or something. Or don't click on it. Just don't sue me, okay? I warned you, that should be enough. If anyone wants to know what the name of the website is without clicking on it for some reason or other, it is humoncomics.com . At least, I think it is.

Gagets and Goodness

Yes, I've added gagets. Why? Because I wanted to. So now you can feed fish fish food, feed a frog flies (You click on the frog box), and if you go all the way down you can feed a hampster (click in the box) and make it run on the wheel (press the center red button on the wheel). I hope you all get obsessed with the animals and completely distracted from your work like I did with your fish. And I just spent fifteen minutes playing with them all now.

I have a story to tell you people

IF YOU'RE REALLY CREEPED OUT BY HORROR STORIES AND HATE THEM I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT READ THIS BLOG. AND CHOOSING THIS TEXT COLOR AND HIGHLIGHTING COLOR TOOK FOREVER. SO BE THANKFUL FOR IT! 

Okay here we go.

One day I was at the beach with some people I didn't know, attending their party. It was Halloween afternoon, around 4pm. I remembered vaguely that I needed to go home, but couldn't remember why. I saw two dogs tied up to a pier. Everyone was talking about how awesome their Halloween was going to be. One guy said how he was going to have a ton of fake blood on him for his costume, and that was it.

And suddenly, I remembered. Blood. I would turn into a vampire. I ran to my car and drove home. The whole way I worried that I would turn into a vampire and jump out of my car and drink someone's blood.

When I finally got home it was about 7pm. I dashed into my house and locked the front door. Then I started to feel it. The change. My teeth grew into fangs and I threw on my vampire cape. I wanted blood, but not enough to try and keep people away from me.

The first trick or treaters came. They rang the doorbell and I ran to the other side of my house and hid. I didn't want to want their blood. I was still partly myself. They rang the doorbell a few more times. "Hey. I see another door here. Maybe there's candy," one of the trick or treaters said. Oh no. I left the back door open.

They walked in the back door.

"What a strange house," one of them said.

"Go away. Get out of my house," I pleaded. "Go."

They didn't listen. At least soon enough. I then fully turned into a vampire. All I wanted was their blood. I came out of my hiding and went over to them.

"Nice costume," one of them said. They were in a costume that 'joined' their bodies, but they had separate heads.

"It's not a costume," I said, smiling an evil sort of smile.

"Nice try, but we're not that gullible," the other head said.

"I warned you," I said and lunged towards them. They started running, realizing I was telling the truth. They had a lead, but I was too fast. I caught up to them when they were in my backyard. I grabbed one of the heads and stuck my fangs in their neck. I sucked up all of his blood. I grabbed the next head.

"No. Please. No. Dooooooooooooooooooooooon't!" It was the last words he ever said. I quickly drained him of his blood.

I went out into the night and looked for more people to suck blood from. There were lots of people to choose from on Halloween.



This was a dream I had. I admit, it was a lot creepier in my dream. And it wasn't very creepy here. But there's no way to describe how creepy a dream can be. It just is. And in my dream I was the vampire. And the blood tasted like grape juice. And now, I really want grape juice. I keep having to tell myself that it doesn't come from human necks, it comes from juicebox necks (aka straws).

So I'm Blogging Tonight...

aka procrastinating. I barely wrote anything for NaNo today. But I had a brilliant idea, so that should make up for some of the words, right? Ha, I wish.

Okay, I won't rant about NaNo anymore. You're probably really sick of it. Instead, I'll rant on how my foot is falling asleep. It's falling asleep! Ahhhhhhh! Run from the sleepy foot!

Why am I so hyper? Did someone sneak sugar into my pizza? I'm HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR! WHOO! Okay, I'm now banned from capslock. Actually, I need it once more to get all the energy out. WHOO! I'M SCREAMING AT YOU THROUGH MY COMPUTER! THIS IS AWESOME! SUUUUGAR IS GOOD FOR YOUR HYPER GLANDS! DON'T SPIT ON THE MUMMY!

Hey, my foot's awake now! Yay!

So, I don't think I'll be blogging daily anymore.

I hope none of you will be upset by this, but you probably won't. I'll try, but I really don't have much time. Like I said, NaNo is taking over my life. And I suppose I should write more to this, but tonight I'm in a total "Don't write anything" mood. But I'm up to 7673 words, so I think I'm good. But I'm totally writing more tonight. I'm hoping to get to 10,000 tomorrow.

So...

Nothing happened today. That's right, nothing. I didn't breathe, no time passed, nothing. But that's okay. Um... What to write, what to write? I'm all written out, but I finally got up to 5,000 words for my nano. I'm taking a break now and trying to think what's going to happen next. I think I'll just continue for my character to have fighting monster lessons and see where it goes from that. I know how I want it to end up after everything, but I have no clue how to get there. And I keep telling myself that "Quality doesn't matter, it's the quantity that does", but that doesn't apply here. Oh well.

NaNoWriMo: UPDATED

So, I entered NaNoWriMo. (If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, go here: http://www.nanowrimo.org/) I hadn't even thought of doing it until today, but I haven't been writing long stories in a while, so I thought "Why not?". Obviously, I was mistaken, because now that it's just started, I'm behind, and obsessing to catch up for my missed day. This is going to take over my life. Well, I have to get more words in, bye.

Update: I fixed the link, so try it again.

Update 2: This thing is taking over my life. I'm writing in Science class, on the bus, math, I even tried to find a way to start writing in lunch without making a scene. Only, I got too distracted by my lunch.

I Suppose I Should Blog...

Okay, for these title things I'm really going to just capitalize the letters like I would in a sentence, because the "All capital letters in a title" rule is bugging me.

Anyways, last night was Halloween (technically it was Halloween all day, but oh well). It was fun, and I don't feel like going into any more detail than that. Yeah, this blogpost is going to ridiculously short. Well, bye now.

Early Morning Post

It's 7:30 here. Which isn't early at all for me, but it is for some people. I forgot to blog last night, but that doesn't really matter because the only interesting thing that happened was that in the morning it was four degrees above freezing and we won 1-0 in soccer.

I was just going to say nothing interesting has happened today, but it's Halloween, so that must count for something. Happy Halloween! Anyways, today is going to be fun because my uncle and cousin are coming to my house. And we're going on a hike (which is really fun with my uncle and cousin). I just hope it won't be too cold or exauhst me for tonight when I go to trick-or-treating.

This Post Is About Several Things

I'm terrible at titling things, aren't I?

Anyways, today was Halloween day in school. It was fun. I was a detective. Oh, and Jenn, if you're reading this, can you bring my glasses-thingies to school on Monday? Anyways, lots of people were lots of different things.

And I had two quizes/tests. The math one was ridiculously easy, and the science one wasn't bad.

For all you people who don't know me (aka no one) I take sewing. We're making quilts, and I'm really close to finishing mine. All I have to do is finish hand-sewing my label on. I hate hand-sewing. It's slow, and boring. Yuck. But once I finish it I'll be all done with my quilt. Yay!

And I had soccer tonight. One word to sum it up: cold. It was freezing. I couldn't feel my fingers at all. And tommorow's 9am game is going to be cold too. -.- But it's my last game, so I have to go to it. Yuck.

Mile Run. Yay.

So I ran *coughwalkedmostofthewaycough* the mile run today. Before I ran I decided I needed some motivation or other to make me run fast. So I decided to pretend that a bear was behind me chasing me. It turns out, I'm not that afraid of bears, seeing as I walked a good deal of the way. Yeah. If only I had pretended it was a Komodo Dragon. Those are pretty terrifying. But I passed, which is all that matters. So, yay? Well, at least Halloween Day is tomorow. That'll be fun.

Haha, when I went to spellcheck this, it was still set on Spanish from my last post, and highlighted most of the words. Whoops.

Spanish

So, I'm on this website (and a few others), and kind of bored. I'm also doing my Spanish homework. It has inspired me to turn the language to Spanish, and to write one of my blog posts in Spanish (don't worry, I'll translate it to English. Oh, and forgive me if I don't have proper accents, they don't work on my computer).

Hola. Me llamo Lily. Me gusta helado, porque es delisioso. No me gusta tarea. Yo tengo una hermana menor. Ella es loca, porque no le gusta helado de chocolate. Me gusta hablo en esponol, pero es un poco dificil. En el fin de semana me gusta leer, jugar futbal, y toco el piano. No me gusta correr. Me gusta jugar con los globos. Me gusta el sol porque no es frio. No me gusta el frio. Adios.

Translation: Hello. My name is Lily. I like ice cream, because it is delicious. I don't like homework. I have a younger sister. She is crazy because she doesn't like chocolate ice cream. I like to talk in Spanish, but it's a bit hard. On the weekend I like to read, play soccer, and play piano. I don't like to run. I like to play with balloons. I like the sun because it isn't cold. I don't like the cold. Bye.

Tooth Stuff

So, I got my braces off today. It hurt a bit, but not much. And now I have a retainer, which everyone thinks is Invisaline. It kind of feels like a mouth guard. I have to wear it all the time except when I eat and brush my teeth. Yay.

I think the rest of this post will just be random color stuff.

Ha, I Almost Forgot About This Blog

So, I have absolutlely nothing to blog about. But will that stop me from blogging? No, it won't. And this will probably be a rambing post. Or maybe I'll play mind games with you.
Is your mind voice normal? Doesyourmindvoicereadthisfaster? Is this faster too? D o e s    y o u r    m i n d
v o i c e    r e a d    t h i s   v e r y   s l o w l y ?    YOU READ THIS FIRST, DIDN'T YOU? IF YOU DID, SAY THAT IN THE COMMENTS.   Does this seem really quiet? Is this louder? WHAT ABOUT THIS? Does this seem like I'm editing?  Does this seem important? Or a title?  I wonder what this does? Oh, hey, I figured out how to change colors. This is really cool, right?


Well, bye.

Edit: That didn't work, there was colors, but it got messed up. Sorry.

Halloween And All That Goodness

So today I decided that I needed to find a Halloween costume for school right this very second, and if I didn't I'd explode. I didn't feel like buying a costume, because that would require me to either go to a store, or buy it off the internet and not get it on time. So I dug through my basement to try to find a costume.

Unfortunatly, there was only bits and pieces to random costumes. And there was this really pretty costume, but it was way too small on me. I should have known, seeing as I wore it when I was five. After that I decided to Google homemade halloween costumes to see if I could find something.

After looking without finding anything for what felt like five hours, I went back down to my basement and worked on my puzzle. My sister came downstairs (she was also looking for a costume for school) and showed me a dress that she found so she could be Barbie. "WHERE ON EARTH DID YOU GET THAT‽‽‽" I screamed/asked her. It was in the attic! So I raced up to the attic in hopes of finding a costume for myself. I found a few of my grandmother's old suits and thought maybe I could be someone from the 50's, but I wasn't quite satisfied with that.

And then, I found THE PERFECT TRENCHCOAT! It even had leather gloves in the pockets. So I'm being a detective. Yay!

So, after that, my sister and I decided that we would ghost her friend.

 (For all who don't know what ghosting is, it's where you fill a paper bag with candy and put a paper ghost in it. You put it on the doorstep of someone in your neighborhood, ring the doorbell and run and try to make sure they can't figure out who it's from. The person who recieved the bag has to put the paper ghost on their front door so everyone knows they've been ghosted and then has to ghost two other people in the neighborhood. If you're doing this for the first time in your neighborhood, it works best to give the person you're ghosting instructions so they don't think the candy is poisonus and call the cops. Although, they may still call the cops if they catch you and don't know whats going on.)

Anyways, my sister decided she didn't want to do the running part, and my mom was driving the getaway car, so I had to do it. Of course, I was expecting it, because that's how it always works. So we put on black clothes and drive to my sister's friend's house. (Note: We didn't actually have to drive there, but it works best if you have a getaway car.) I quietly open the car door and sneak out of it with the bag of candy. I try to walk as quietly as possible down there driveway. I'm about halfway to the front door, when I hear a bark. It's their dog, and it won't shut up! I figure that by then, my cover is blown, so I speedwalk to the door, ring the doorbell, and sprint as fast as I can to my car. While I'm sprinting, I'm terrified I'm going to run into a tree, because it was dark and a bit difficult to see. But I was fine, and all went well. It was awesome.

(Another note: The thing on the end of the sentence ""WHERE ON EARTH DID YOU GET THAT" is an interrobang. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interrobang)

A Rant About My Evil Internet And How I Think My Parents Are Out To Get Me

So, my Internet stopped working. And I couldn't fix it. At all. I tried many different ways and many different times. And usually it works if I just re-plug it in. But it didn't. And I was annoyed. I was home alone, bored out of my mind, and my Interwebs were broken. So I went to look for the TV remote, because I really needed some back round noise. But I couldn't find it. So, I looked for my sister's book that I've been secretly reading when she's not home, but that was no where to be found either. I had just finished my book, so I had nothing to read at all. So I settled to talking to my goldfish.

I love how Flint always listens to me, and never argues. It's awesome. It would be soooooo much better if the rest of the people in the world turned into goldfish, and I was the only human. Or maybe I'd be some other type of fish. Fish are much better than people.

So, anyways, I think my parents had something to do with the Internet, because right as they were leaving they told me not to go on the Internet. And when I tried it, it wouldn't work, but when my parents came back, it started working again. Coincidence? I think not.

This Pathetic Post Doesn't Deserve A Title.

I'm in Spanish class. I finished the project early. Soooooo bored. I didn't blog last night because all I would've said was "It's Thursday. I hate Thursdays. Thursday is horrible and never fun. The end." I'm in a better mood now. Because it's Friday, which is much better than Thursdays.

So yeah. I really don't know what to write about. Maybe I should write about how scary faeries can be. They can be very scary. Very, very scary.

 Did I already write about how I need to learn Arabic so I can go to Egypt? I forget, and I'm too lazy to save this and go back and look. Well, if I didn't tell you, now I did.

Now I'm just kind of rambling on about whatever pops into my brain. How much fun. Whee.

I think I'm done now. Bye.

Boring Assembly and Field Hockey

Well, lots of things happened today. Namely, the really boring assembly on schools and field hockey.

The assembly was about different schools that we can go to next year. The second one was interesting, but only because I could go to Egypt, and I suddenly decided that I REALLY wanted to go there. So I've decided that I need to learn Arabic. Whether I end up going to the school to learn Arabic, or learn it on my own, I need to learn it. It's so pretty looking too! And while I'm at it, I may as well finish up Spanish and do Chinese. And I'm being sooooo horribly unrealistic with this, but maybe I'll be able to learn all three?

Now onto field hockey. I can sum it up with one word: cold. I was stupid enough to think that I could wear shorts and a t-shirt only, and that I didn't need my sweatshirt. Could I have been more wrong? At one point I was really worried I was getting Hypothermia. And a message to my fellow field hockey teammates and anyone else really: You do not swing a field hockey stick like you would with a golf club. That can take out an eye. Hence, the reason we wear goggles. But still, don't do it. Someone on my team got hit with a ball from someone swinging like that right in the chest and it knocked the wind out of her. Not fun.

So, that was my day. Well, some of it. Bye.

Titles Are Stupid

So, I suppose I should tell you about things I did today, or in my life, or whatever. And maybe I will. But not today. Today I shall be blogging about my fish. That's right, my fish.

I have a fish named Flint. Well, that's his official name. At home we just call him Fishy. He's a goldfish. He's a bit of a chubby goldfish. When I got him, he was really small, but he doubled in size. Either they underfed him at the pet store (Or wherever he came from. I got him at a school fair, so I really don't know) or I overfeed him. Or maybe both. Anyways, I started putting him on a diet, because I'm afraid he might explode. And that would be very bad. He now gets two regular meals a day of his smelly fish food.

Now my fish is a pretty smart little fish. He knows when it's feeding time. He goes up to the top of the bowl and sticks his head up, practically begging me to feed him. When I walk over and takes out his food he swims up to the side of the bowl, as close as he can get to me without going through the bowl. When put his food in he circles the bowl, making sure no one else will steal his food. He swims really fast, as if going faster will make sure no one can get to it. Then, he goes up and eats his food. He darts up to the top and bites and then swims down to finish chewing. He repeats this process until all of the food is gone.

And that is my fish Flint.

Hello there.

Uh, hi. I'm Lilyflower. Or Lily. Whichever you prefer. I'm not sure why I really got this blog, so we'll see if this is the only post I ever write. So, hello world!
I guess I may as well tell you about myself.
I'm a teenager who likes wasting time on the internet. I play piano and absolutely love it. Reading is awesome, and I do a lot of it. I like the Sci-fi/Fantasy genres best. My favorite colors are purple and green. My favorite bands- wait, I'm not going to list those. That'll take too long.
So this is me.
-Lilyflower