Lily isn't feeling well and is talking in third person

Yeah, her stomach hurts. Badly. And her head isn't all that great either. And her eyes keep watering for no apparent reason. It's weird.
So she's writing a blog post to distract herself from it. And for some reason, she is writing this in third person. She doesn't really know why.
Anyways, she wants to get pictures of doodles and things that she has drawn up on the blog, but she doesn't have enough space on her computer to upload the pictures. Does anyone have any advice for her? Actually, she'll figure it out. Or maybe she just won't upload them.
Lily really doesn't know why she's doing this. Other than to distract herself. Writing usually does that for her. She should have some ice. But she is kind of cold, so she doesn't want ice. She just wants to go to sleep. Also, she wants to read her really good book called Postcards From No Man's Land.  She thinks it is a very good book. She recommends it to anyone and everyone.
She is kind of bored. She also wishes that she had someone to talk to. But she will have to just deal with talking to herself. Her head is really starting to hurt now. She tries to ignore it, but it doesn't completely work. She needs to sleep. She hasn't been getting enough lately. She keeps waking up in the middle of the night. She hasn't been dreaming much lately either. She misses that. She especially misses her plot dreams. She always loved those. She is stopping typing now. She says bye.

So...

Well, my last post was my 70th. *throws up balloons and confetti into the air* Whoo!
Anyways, it's April break now for me. And I'm going to be meeting up with my cousins tomorrow, so that should be fun.
Also, it's my dad's birthday today. I have to make him a cake. That should take up my entire day.
And Sunday is Easter, which means I shall be busy with Easter-y stuff. Yeah.
Why am I blogging right now? I seem to be just listing things I need to do. Maybe this is just a reminder for myself. If so, I need to remind myself to do laundry.
Uh... I do not know what to say. Maybe if I just ramble on about nothing that will be okay. Even though there's no point to this in the first place.
I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. I need my dad to upload my pictures from DC.
Oh, while you're here reading this, I need you to help me decide what to write for next year's NaNoWriMo. Some of the plots are more detailed than others.

Okay, Plot 1:
Basically, it's the English notebook of MC*. In it are essays, short stories, etc. All of these things show you what kind of person MC is. I promise, it is cooler than it sounds.

Plot 2:
In the (perhaps not-so-distant?) future, the government begins micro chipping children at the age of five. The reason given is one of safety - a lost, kidnapped, or runaway child can be quickly found. While it's not required by law, the chipping is strongly encouraged. Of course, there's a small faction of parents who are distrustful of the whole thing, and refuse to get their children micro chipped.
Some time later, children who have not been micro chipped start disappearing. Not in droves, but just here and there. The government, while sympathetic, says it's simply an unfortunate result of not having the microchip - it's impossible to find where they are. But, of course, the government knows more than they say they do....
I figured at this point it could go one of two ways. A) the government is secretly getting rid of non-micro chipped children in order to scare everyone into getting the microchips or B) somehow not getting micro chipped is a good thing and the government is taking all the non-micro chipped children and utilizing them somehow.

Plot 3:

A new apartment complex is going up behind MC's house/neighborhood. When MC and his/her friend (unnamed) walk by, they see a group of protesters rallying outside the complex construction site. As he/she's walking by this site with his/her friend, she sees a cord dangling from the air. He/she looks up towards the sky and it appears to not be connected to anything, like an inverted beanstalk from Jack and the Beanstalk. Curiosity gets the better of him/her and he/she and his/her friend go to pull on it.
An elevator comes down before them and opens up.
They look around and see the protesters are too busy doing their thing to notice this thing coming down from above the clouds. They turn back and debate whether to go in or not. For whatever reason (a dare, a challenge, etc?) the two get in. There are no buttons. Just a window.
Doors shut, elevator gets pulled up into the sky. They just keep going, high above the clouds... and when they look out the window they see what looks like a series of buildings constructed ON the clouds, stacked on top of the other. This elevator brings them onto the second highest level and they step out.
A voice rings out down the long, empty hall, stating the rules. They're very simple:
1. Try and find a way out
2. Don't die in the process
They turn around and the elevator and the door are gone. It's just a wall.
Locked in and with only one direction to go, they start moving. Quickly, they see why the second rule was 'don't die'. They come across multiple obstacles that are placed in rooms and down halls bent on ending their lives. They run into people along the way that are facing the same fate. They end up growing into teams and fighting together to survive.

Plot 4:
People awaken in a dimly lit cellar with absolutely no recollection of how they got there and only one apparent thing in common; they had each received a confirmation email, allowing them to take part in what was said to be the most eagerly awaited reality TV show. Soon, they learn that hundreds of people are betting on their lives. Literally. A website has been set up online with live web cam feeds and people are able to place bets on who will live, who will die and who, if anyone, will survive to the end. It’s a battle of life and death with daily tasks set up to kill. Will they find out why they’re here? Or who brought them here? Will they live or die? It’s all a part of The Game. (By the way, you lose.)

Plot 5:

YOUR CHILD APPLICATION HAS BEEN REJECTED
When child poverty in [country] - maybe this is after a disaster or big war and society has been shook up or something - went into the tens of millions, the government (or maybe it's more than one nation) enacted a law that stated you could not have children unless you earned over a certain amount per year. (Higher rates for more children, obviously.) If you were eligible for a child but then went back under the limit, they would be taken off you. Society wasn't much different to now apart from this, maybe a bit harsher etc.
#1 - a man who desperately wants a child but doesn't earn enough to do so, and his desperate attempts for a promotion at work, etc. But then his girlfriend left him because she was fed up of this obsession. Does he get his girlfriend back? What about his promotion at work? What if she comes back but doesn't want children? Does he fall in love with someone else, like-minded?
#2 - a millionaire who would love to have children but is unable for whatever reason. They decide to give up on having their own child at this point and to adopt instead. But because of the laws, the number of children up for adoption has drastically lowered, as people in similar situations to the millionaire adopt them. What sort of child or children do they eventually end up with? How do these (probably older) children adapt to their new 'parent' and radically different lifestyle? What about their old life? Did they have parents who fell below the minimum line? What happens if those parents earn over again and want their children back?
#3 - a teenage girl who becomes pregnant and decides she wants to keep the baby. Since she is still dependent on her parents, they would be the ones who would be tested. She's terrified that her child will be taken away from her. What if it is? What will she do? Whom will she go to for help? Or, if she is able to keep the baby, what happens in the future when she wants to leave home and start her own life? Will her child have to stay with her parents until she earns enough money? How does the boy's father factor into all this? What do her parents think?

Plot 6:
Secret apocalypse long ago that was sworn to secrecy so the people of the future wouldn’t worry is being unearthed.

Plot 7: This one is more about a person, but whatever.

-A character, completely and utterly analytical. Even within his mind. Written in first person.
-Doesn’t talk much with people, so reader gets to see more inside his mind
-He’s more likely to listen in to other people’s conversations quietly and make an analysis based on it
-He thinks in metaphors and doesn't socialize well
-most of story takes place in the past, with brief glimpses into a future where he is in a mental hospital.
-thought to be a patient based on how he acts in the present time; in actuality, he works there and works with people. This isn't found out until the end.
-He was changed somehow to connect better with people; he connects with the mental hospital people for his job. He can connect with people in general, but connects with the mental patients because of his previous ways of being analytical
-He still is analytical and he still remembers exacts in his past; he retells it as if he still acted the same, but he doesn't

Plot 8:
A time traveler tries to prevent WW3... by making the Nazis win WW2.

Alright, that's all of them that I am considering doing. All but the first one were taken from the NaNoWriMo Adopt A Plot board. If you could tell me which one I should do, that would be very helpful.

* Abbreviations:
MC: Main Character

SKULGIRL YOU MUST LOOK AT THIS!

Because...
a. I have a new argument for Lilit/Deryn
b. I keep spelling because wrong. I should stop trying to type it so fast.
c. Other blahliness

Anyways, I'm not going to tell you my new argument for Lilit/Deryn until tomorrow at school. I just wanted to make sure not to forget it, because otherwise I probably would. And I'm also not going to talk about b anymore because I think that would be boring.
So onto c.
I went to the library today and got Leviathan and Behemoth. And another book, but that is not relevant to what I am about to type.
I am rereading the books (Leviathan and Behemoth) so I can get the characters right for when I write my Lilit/Deryn fanfic. I refuse to have (badly) written characters that are nothing like themselves. Plus, I needed to pick up Deryn's special Scottish phrases and such. And yeah.
So I'm reading it the second time and remembering that I kind of hated the first half of it when I first read it and now I realize that it's much better this time. (And yeah, that was a bad run on sentence. Sorry.) I guess it's just better because I understand what's going on.
Yeah, that's about it. Sorry this post was mainly for Skulgirl. I will come up with something more interesting later. Maybe. I honestly don't know. And I am rambling. I should stop. Bye.

More of Me Playing Piano

Yes, shameless advertisement. Anyways, I'm playing After The Fall by We As Human. If you don't already know it (you probably don't) then listen to the actual one.

Also, I hesitate a lot when playing this. It's rather annoying. Note to self: Quit it.
And the sound quality is still really bad. Maybe it'll be better on my keyboard.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand what is with that space there mister blogger? And why can I not get rid of it?

Anyways, here's the video. It's going to be tiny, but that is not an issue because there's nothing to watch, just listen to.

I have a present for you Skulgirl

BAM! Lilit and Deryn getting married! MWAHAHAHA!

Don't you love me for that?

Okay, so we went on our field trip to D.C. I shared a room with Skulgirl and another girl. There was a seekret door that opened up to our other friends room so we could go between rooms in the middle of the night without detection. It was pretty cool. Skulgirl and I fought over the picture above and the complications with it the entire trip and now I need the next book to prove to her that Lilit should be with Deryn forever. 

We were on the news because of bus complications, so when we got back to school there were news reporters there. It was fun.

That is all my brain can squeeze out for now, as I am tired and hyper at the same time. Bienvenidos a la casa de mi cabeza.

Field Trip and Other Stuff

So, I have a field trip tomorrow. You probably already know this. Or maybe you don't. It depends on who you are. And it's overnight for a few days. So I won't be blogging. I probably wouldn't have been blogging anyways, but whatever.
And I am nervous. Not as nervous as I was a few minutes ago, but that's because I'm not thinking about it very much. So let's keep it that way. I'm not going to talk about it until after the trip from now on.

Anyways, there are two new kids in our school. They're twins. Apparently the boy is really shy, but the girl doesn't seem to be shy at all. I don't have any classes with them at all. It's kind of annoying, since they're in the other part of the grade.

Okay, that's all I have for tonight. Off to piano. Bye.

News and Olds

So, as you can probably tell by the date that is written for today, yesterday was April Fools Day.

I happen to not like April Fools Day very much. Why? Because I never have any good pranks or anything at all. And the entire day, I have to watch out for people lying to me and/or playing some sort of trick on me. I can't trust anyone on April Fools Day. No one. So the entire day kind of is horrible for me.

Anyways, remember the festival thing that I blogged about a little while ago? Well, I got five out of five stars on that. Which is pretty cool, because I got that last year and if I get five stars next year, I get a trophy. I was unaware that they gave out trophies for things like piano until the other day, but it's cool. It sounds cooler to say that I got a trophy for piano than participating in an after school tennis thing, I suppose. And yes, when I was five I did get a trophy just for participating in an after school tennis thing. It was kind of stupid.

My cousins and grandparents on my dad's side came over yesterday. We went out for dinner and that was kind of fun. There are two cousins on that side, one who's about my sister's age and one who's about my age. The my aged one is kind of annoying, but whenever he says something really stupid, I just roll my eyes or ignore him, and he stops which is good.

So yeah, that was my past day(s).

Books

So I shall be blogging about books. If you love books and reading, then read on. If you hate books and reading, still read on because maybe this will convince you how awesome books are.

Books I am currently reading:
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

This is a really good book about this boy who may or may not have some sort of social disorder (I don't know, but it seems like it) and it's just really good and yeah. I can't really say any more than that, only that it's really good.








Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
This was a challenge from my mom because she couldn't read it all the way through and I kept telling her that it couldn't be that bad. It's a bunch of different short stories. The first one is about this guy that is on this island and I didn't understand most of the beginning of it. The second story, which is the one I'm on, I like because it has a bunch of music things that I understand and make me feel smart. So far, it's pretty good, but kind of confusing.






Books I bought at the bookstore today:
Well, I went to the bookstore today because they're closing down and everything was on sale. I bought three, or technically seven and a half, depending on how you look at it. I'll tell you more about that later.

First off: Looking For Alaska by John Green
John Green is a really awesome author. I read Paper Towns a few months ago, and loved it. To learn more about John Green you can go here and here.
Anyways, the description on the back of the book says: "BEFORE. Miles "Pudge" Haler is done with his safe life at home. His whole existence has been one big nonevent, and his obsession with famous last words has only made him crave the "Great Perhaps" (Francois Rabelais, poet) even more. He heads off to the sometimes crazy, possibly unstable, anything-but-boring world of Culver Creek Boarding School, and his life becomes the opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska young. The gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed-up, and utterly fascinating Alaska Young who is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge into her world, launches him into the Great Perhaps, and steals his heart. AFTER. Nothing is ever the same." Usually, I don't go for romance, but Paper Towns wasn't completely romance and I'm hoping that Looking for Alaska is the same. But even if it is, John Green is an amazing author, who can pull it off.

Will Grayson Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan
I honestly have no idea what this is about. None at all. But it was by John Green and it was there, so I bought it. And the cover looked cool.

This is what my copy looks like.

The Ultimate Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
 This is all of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy books in one cover plus an extra story. I read Hitchiker's Guide and loved it, and I saw it at the bookstore for $21.60 for the entire thing. That's $4.00 per book and $1.60 for the short story. I figured this was a huge deal. Anyways, it's basically a parody of Science Fiction, but you wouldn't really be able to tell. It features a character who lived on Earth right as it was being destroyed (I figured I could tell you this because it happens in the first few chapters.) and he and his alien friend catch a ride on a spaceship and go on an adventure.

So, yeah, those are my books.

I have a lot to tell

Okay, so I was going to blog on Thursday about something I'll tell you in a minute. I forgot to do it. So on Friday, I go, "Oh, I need to blog!" But then I realized I had Festival (I'll tell you about it in a minute) the next day, so I'd just wait until Festival was over with so I could blog about that too in the same post. So last night was the night I was supposed to blog. But, I was feeling too sick and tired to blog. So I didn't. And now, I'm not feeling quite as sick, and definitely not as tired, and I'd been putting it off, so I'm blogging today.

Thursday: First of all, I'd like to say it wasn't my fault. I'd like to say that, but it's not true. It was totally my fault.
I was in cooking class on March 17th, Saint Patrick's Day. I was feeling kind of tired, and just wanted to get the day over with. My group and I had just made scones and were putting them on parchment paper and then onto a baking sheet to go in the oven. One girl in my group helped me get the parchment paper on the baking sheet and I noted how the parchment paper was slipping around on the baking sheet. I went to go put the scones in the oven and as I reached down to put them in the parchment paper slipped off the baking sheet and right onto the burner with the scones on it. Luckily, the scones weren't all on the parchment paper when they hit the bottom of the oven.
As I said before, I was tired that day and not thinking all that clearly. I thought I'd reach down into the oven and just get the scones before they burned and all would be well. Luckily, there were two boys blocking my way to get the scones and I didn't just dive right down to pick up the scones. I tried to figure out a way to get around them for a second, when the parchment paper burst into flames. It was a good thing it did that then, and not a moment afterwards because if it had, the flames would have gone right in my face.
I started to call for my cooking teacher, but she was walking back to her desk. She didn't hear me. Then, everyone in my group and the group next to us saw and they called for our teacher too. At this point, I was pretty much panicking, worried that it was going to burn down the school. But she heard us, and came rushing over at the word "FIRE!" She put it out, and saved all but one scone. I remember standing there, unable to move the entire time. I was scared that she would say I could never cook again and would be sent to the dean's office or something. But, because she's a nice teacher, she just told me to hold onto the parchment paper next time. After that, I was a bit nervous around ovens and when the scones were done baking (in another oven of course, because ours was now a mess) I suggested that it was probably a bad idea for me to get them.

Friday: I barely even remember what happened on Friday. Isn't that sad. It has been out shadowed by the events on Thursday and yesterday.

Saturday: I had Festival. Festival is sort of a competition for piano, only you compete against yourself. It's a bit difficult to describe, and I guess that's the best I can do. So I'll just tell you what happened. Oh, and it's only for "young" people.
My mom and I went in this room at a college that I will not name. (To Skullgirl: If you really want to know, I'll tell you in school tomorrow.)   In it was a piano and four other kids/teens with their parents. Two judges came in with schedules for everyone, after this lady who helped run it started freaking out about how no one had a schedule. This girl went first and played her song. The judges made her sit at the piano while they finished judging her and then let her play her second piece. Then it was my turn, which I was happy about because I wasn't going last like last year. So I played my first piece, and was so close to ending it without messing up at all, when I messed up. Luckily, it wasn't bad. I know that it wasn't bad because my mom, who listens to me play the song at least once every day, didn't notice. So, hopefully I didn't totally fail that song. And then, the next song that I thought I was totally going to fail, I didn't because of the way the piano was different from my piano. When I hit the keys, they reacted faster than my piano and I didn't have to push them down very hard. So I played that pretty well except for this one part that wasn't great, and I think I messed up at some point, but it didn't really matter that much. My mom and I then just sat through the rest of the people playing and then left.
After that, my sister and mom were baking cookies, so I wanted to make some too. Half of them went to my church's bake sale which is raising money for Japan. I made peanut butter chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. They were yummy.
After that, my mom and I went to pick up Girl Scout cookies at my friend's house. It was around 3:45 when we got out of their house. At their house, we had been talking about how this guy that goes to my church and is practically the best piano player in the world (I might be exaggerating a bit, but not by a whole lot) was playing in Festival too around 4:15. Suddenly, I had the brilliant idea to sneak in and watch him play. But we didn't know where he was playing, only that it was at a hall. There are a bajillion halls at the college, so we had to run home and get the program. We had to do it fast too, to get to the place in time. We weren't sure if they would close the doors once it was 4:15 or not, but we wanted to be in there by then. Time wouldn't have been a problem if we lived near my friend's house and the college, but unfortunately, my friend lives near the college and I do not. So my mom drove fast once I got the program. We practically ran into the hall. We were actually early, which was kind of funny. And the guy who was playing (he's sixteen) came in late. But we heard everyone play, and they were all amazing. But he was probably the best. Maybe that's a bit biased, because he was the only one I knew, but still, I think everyone else would agree with me.

And I had been feeling sick all day long. I had been coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose so much that it was hurting and after blowing my nose my ear would pop, and my throat hurt really badly. And, on top of that, I was tired. So I decided to leave blogging for tomorrow (which is today).

That was my past three days. Whoo.

Happy Pi Day!

Yes, that's right, it's Pi Day! Whoo. 3/14!

Yay! Let's see all the digits of pi I have memorized.
3.14159265358979323 That's eighteen! Whoo. Now I have to get to twenty. Or better yet, 314 digits!

Whooooooooo!

Rambling

So I found a random thing that I wrote that I just rambled on. It was so that I could brainstorm and get rid of writers block, or just for when I was bored. So I shall share it with you. And I'm sure you won't understand most of it, because I barely do.

(When I write like this, this is me telling you about what I was typing about.)


So what am I gonna write now? I am a person. A person who has a nose. That nose has a nose. Wait no, no it doesn’t. Poor nose. It doesn’t have a nose. My nose doesn’t have a nose! Maybe I should give it a nose. Maybe then I’ll smell better because I have two noses. Would that give me double sniffing power? But what if it kills me because the smells overwhelm me. Maybe having a nose on my nose isn’t such a good idea. Woof. Hmm.

Next

Falling down. It is not fun. Especially when it’s on your butt and you bruise your tailbone. (This was on the day that I fell and bruised my tailbone in skating.) I don’t like it. I don’t think my butt does either. I wonder if butts have a mind of their own. That would make NO sense. I wonder if you could live without a butt. What’s the point of a butt anyways? I just don’t get it. Would  you die if your butt fell off? How do butts fall off? Did you know that writing backwards is fun. won ti od ot gniog m’I. ?ti seod esnes ekam t’nseod sihT. I’m going to stop writing like that now. OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
There are lots of songs with the word down in it. Did anyone ever notice that?  Of coarse someone did, I did! Silly me. I have five points. I like rivers. They have water. Water is good to drink. But not a lot of river water is good to drink. I like arguing with myself. And my ninja self. Stuff is Stoof. When I grow up I’m going to do something. I need to email my friend now. Goodbye. I need to write in cursive. (You might want to ignore this part. This is just me talking about fonts that don't work here. It shouldn't make any sense at all) That’s better. Wait, no it’s not, it’s barely readable. And not in cursive, just fancy. Let’s try this. Nah, it’s weird. Is this okay. Yes, perfect, in fact it looks a lot like my own handwriting. Let’s brainstorm. Brain. Storm. There, I did it. Ha ha Bob haha. Bob. Teehee. My aunt monkey is a bird. Does that even make sense? Good. Yes, I just heard you say no. I’m cool like that. Neptune. Mercury. It measures heat, is a god, and is a planet. What more can one thing do? Youtube. It’s your own tube. I like tubes. I like hallow tubes. And straws. Even though they are hallow tubes. Straws are nice. You and you. It’s fun. Blah. Over. You. Stand up, don’t sit down, your butt hurts. But then your butt goes, but butts are very buddyfull. I don’t make sense. I make dollars. Flames are hot. Because it’s fire. FIRE FIRE FIRE! I don’t like you. You’re too weird. fires are not good to play in. Someone could get hurt. Get out of that fire you! You’re name is now: You. Hi You! I still don’t like you You. You are not a person, you are a martian. And I don’t like martians. So ha! Bob is just like You. And you are You. So you are just like Bob. Haha Bob HAHA! I don’t like Bob either. If you haven’t noticed. I don’t think peeple like me. That mucch. dj;lkfsdjkl;fsdalkj;fsda;kasjl;fudlkeasffl;adsljk;sfdajlkasfjl;kafsdj;lkfadsjlkdsjkladskjlfdslkj;afjlkfsajlkfsadjkasfdjksdffadskjjklfasjklsadfkjladsfjkafsdjkdsfjklfsdajklfsdajkadsfjI am making faces at this computer screen. This is fun. Variables. They vary. Very vary. Variables vary very much. When I ruled the world. Yeah, It was great and stuff. But not grate. Because that would just be weird. dljksdsfd;lkjsjldf;ksdjkl;fjsfdalkljksafjlk;sfjsfd;lkajkldsfjkl;fsdjklsdfjl;ksdfsfl;ih;lsdsjkl;dfljk;fssfdjl;kfdsj;lkfsdj;lkfads;ljkfdsflk;fdsfl;jl.
I think this is more like my handwriting. Strangely like it, in fact. But it’s hard to read this so I’m gonna type in another font.
Is this my handwriting? Nope
This handwriting should be mine. Too bad I can’t write like this all the time. That would be fun. I like pasta. It’s good. Not gopo. Because that is not a word. Where the light is is where all the bugs are. Bad boys stand in shadows. Vampires are in the valley. Tori is a good name for you. Flip flop. Unbreakable is dancing. This is loud!!! Bruises don’t feel good. Sight is good though. Stronger Dreams and not derms. Because derms is not a word either. I’m typing a lot of non-words. floosha. going moving towing. trust is not valid. destiny can be a name.
Names. They are names. This is totally              writing. Almost                           . But not quite. Because then there would have to be the symbols and words and everything. But I guess maybe. Darn I read ahead. I hate doing that. Stupid brain. No. Just No Okay. I Enjoy Over-Capitalizing. The z is weird. Yesh. Yesh is a fun word. Homish. Up or down. Brain beds. They need to sleep too you know. Yeah we’re going down. All the right moves. Everybody knows where we’re going. I lik this song. And yes, I wrote lik on purpose.
Next.

The internet is broken. I’m sad. Eww, this font is weird. I’ll change it. Is this better? No, this is too spacey. And big. Any better? No, it’s still spacey. What about this? No. I don’t like this font. This? No, too small. Now? Yes, that’s better. No internet=me sad. I need string. Maybe I can go to the store today. And get my beloved string! Yay! String is nice. My friend is weird when she has too much sugar. And so am I. Maybe that’s why we’re friends. But probably not. Hey, look, over there, there’s a spy! But not really, it’s just a guy wearing cool sunglasses. Oh well. But what if you are the pie? Then will you become a crow? I think you will Bob. abcdefghijklmnopqurstuvwxyz next time won’t you sing with me? I don’t like singing alone. Hey, my finger is all better! Yay! Hmmm. :D That looks funny. Let me try another font. :D I like that one!  Let’s try cursive! :D I wonder how the smiley’s mouth gets like that. Was it in an accident? It’s messed up. Typedy type type. Why should I lock the doors? Oh, okay. Hmmm, let’s make a conversation between me and Fang after I‘ve had a lot of sugar! This should be fun. (Fang is a fictional character. He's from the Maximum Ride series. He has wings.)
Lily: Look, it’s Fang!
Fang: Who are you?
Lily: I’m me!
Fang: No, I’m me, you’re you.
You: But if I’m you than who’s them.
Me: They’re them.
You: No, they’re they’re.
Me: Are you trying to confuse me?
You: No, me is trying to confuse you.
Me: That was bad grammar.
You: Well, what was I supposed to say? Me has made everything more complicated.
Me: Fine then, we’ll talk in third person.
You: Fine.
Fang: Dandy.
Lily: Who says dandy anymore?
Fang: Fang says dandy.
Lily: Why, Fang, Why?
Fang: What happened to the font?
Lily: Lily doesn’t know, but it’s different.
Fang: Fang doesn’t like it.
Lily: Neither does Lily.
Fang: Can you change it, Lily?
Lily: Lily thinks so. Oh, there we go, that’s better.
Fang: Much better, now Fang can see!
Lily: Fang couldn’t see?
Fang: Yes, Fang could see.
Lily: Then why did Fang say he couldn’t?
Fang: Fang doesn’t know.
Lily: Can Lily and Fang stop talking in third person now?
Fang: But then Fang and Lily will get messed up again.
Lily: But not if Lily and Fang talk how Lily and Fang were in the beginning, before Fang complicated it.
Fang: Fine, Fang and Lily can.
Lily: Ahh, that feels much better. It’s much less hard to talk.
Fang: But you’re just typing what we would say, we’re not talking.
Lily: Close enough.
Fang: So what now?
Lily: Now you give me a birdy back ride.
Fang: D:
Lily: How do you speak emoticons?
Fang: You’re just typing this, remember?
Lily: Right.
Lily: Now fly me to the moon bird boy.
Fang: Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Lily: *climbs on Fang‘s back* *gets out whip and starts whipping Fang*
Fang: Ow! Stop that!
Lily: Never! Now fly!
Fang: When did start being so mean to me?
Lily: When you became annoying.
Fang: So, you mean when you first read the series?
Lily: No, near the end of MAX and you got all mushy with Max.
Fang: But was I annoying before then?
Lily: Yes, but not as much. And that’s not when I started being mean to you.
Fang: Oh, okay.
Lily: Now giddyup!
Fang: So now I’m a horse too?
Lily: No, you’re a horsey.
Fang: But that’s not even a word.
Lily: I just added it to the dictionary. Happy?
Fang: Yes.
Lily: Then fly!
Fang: But you weigh too much.
Lily: I don’t way that much. Stop complaining.
Fang: You weigh as much as Max.
Lily: Well, I am a human.
Fang: No, you’re a Martian, remember?
Lily: And a citizen of Randomland.
Fang: So you shouldn’t weigh this much.
Lily: Martians weigh the same amount as humans.
Fang: Then shouldn’t you have green skin?
Lily: No, we have purple skin.
Fang: Then why don’t you have purple skin right now?
Lily: You can’t even see, remember?
Fang: But I can.
Lily: But you’re just words on a screen.
Fang: I’m also on paper.
Lily: But you’re still just words, and words can’t see.
Fang: But I’m a special word.
Lily: That doesn’t mean you can see.
Fang: Yes it does!
Lily: Goodbye!
Fang: Fine.
Lily: Not fine.
Fang: Yes it is!
Lily: Look! Over there! It’s a unicorn!
Fang: *looks*
Lily: *teleports away while Fang’s looking at the unicorn*
Fang: There aren’t any- Hey! Where’d you go?
Fang: Oh well, I didn’t like her anyways.
Lily: *hears Fang saying that* *slaps him even though she’s not really there*
Fang: Owie!
Lily: *disappears*
Fang: *flies off into the sunset singing*
The End.
I must type more words now. But it’s too hot. It’s also two hot. As in, the number 2. That’s the number of degrees in farenheit here. You know, if you multiply it by 45. I think I may die. Because it’s humid too. So humid you could swim. And I’ll drown. Then, poof! I’m dead. I’m not going to the movies. I wonder if I’ll do tye-die. But I am going bowling. I wonder if they’ll have the same music. It’s better than popular music, but not by much. I think I might go swimming. Swimmy, swimmy, swimmy; fishy, fishy, fishy. Swimmy fishy; swimmy fishy; swimmy, swimmy fishy. I’m done swimming now. It’s not so hot now. But still hotter than I’d like. How do I do this? Whatever, I’ll figure it out tomorrow. ///ssaaffffjdfffjffffjffddffffjffffjffffjffddfdfdfjfffjffffjffddffffjffjfddfdfddffdsdffdsasdsasaaasdfdffjffdssdfjfjffffjffffjfffddffjjjkfffffjklkjjjjjjjkjjjjkjjkjffklkjkjfdjfdfkjfddfjffjjfdfjjfdsdfdsdfdsddfdsdfjfdfjfdfdfdf

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Oh no. My poem is due tomorrow. And I have no clue what to write. Maybe I’ll type. And not listen to music because music is distracting. Blergh. I have no idea how to do this. I’m going to dieeeeeeeeeee. I hate my LA teacher. I don’t want to write a poem about myself. Can’t I write it about someone else? Maybe if I just pretend that I’m someone else I’ll be able to write it about me. Or maybe I can write it in third person. That would help. And then I’ll switch it back to first person. Yeah. And then she’ll think I did actual editing when I didn’t really. Haha! I feel like a genius. An evil genius.  There is also no o in genius. Why did I try to put an o in there? What can I say about my appearance? Let’s look at a picture of me. (That was today.)





I'm going to post a picture of it so you can understand the font part of it.

Um... yeah. That's it. Enjoy.

Me Playing the Piano

This is me playing piano. Watch it. It's bad. I was nervous when I recorded it. Hopefully next time when I record I won't be nervous again, because I'm usually not.

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Did that work? I hope it did. Anyways, that's one of my favorite piano songs. It uses a bit of augmented chords, and I just love it. <3 Yeah. Hopefully I can record another song tomorrow. I have about an hour on my hands to do it, so I probably will be able too.

No, it didn't work. Linky Link

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I haven't wrote a blogpost in over two weeks. Um... yeah, I haven't had anything to write about. Well, nothing I feel motivated to write.

But here, go to this website, they have tons of good music that's awesome. Many really good, undiscovered bands post songs there.

I recommend The Icarus Account and Transparent Things.

So now what do I say? I feel like I owe you people something.

I want a lollipop. Or something to bite. I want my mom to get home so I can have dinner already. Okay, maybe 4:30 is a little early for dinner, but I'm hungry.

Well, bye.