Looking Back...

I was digging through old notebooks in search of a school assignment (which I still can't find) and I came across a bunch of emo-quotes I had from when I was younger. Ah, my younger self thought the world was a dismal place, and thought that she was most wise and philosophical. Although, there were a couple of quotes I think I'll have to use in a book sometime.

"Sleep - resting on a bubble - floating in the air -

And I felt like someone was about to pop it."

'Bubbles' is such a fun word to say :)

One thing I wrote made me bust out laughing: "Why is my brain having such a hard time right now? Why can't it work like a normal brain? With simple thoughts, things that make sense." Ahahaha... Normal. To think that I once wanted my brain to be normal. Now I thank God every day for my abnormal brain, or else I would die of boredom.

This is an abnormal brain, according to google. It looks more like ice chips to me.

Or really weird coconut.

There was also this poem I wrote, that I actually kind of like:

"Pitter, patter, hear the noise - listen to them run

Titter, tatter, listen voice - hear them be undone

It's not enough to suck your blood

They want to suck your soul

It's not enough to chew your bones

They want to take you whole."

Zombies? I don't know. I never did the whole Zombie thing, and freaked out when I thought I might do a Vampire-esque book.

Me freaking out. As a cartoon. With two sets of ears.

Or I'm holding up a giant slab of baloney/spam

and getting ready to stuff it in my mouth.

An Old Post I Never Got Around To Posting

Finally, the blog you have all been waiting for! Okay. Maybe not. Maybe the blog I've been waiting for. I still can't find my camera, but I was able to borrow my sisters (thanks Sonshine!) so here is the blog I tried to write ages ago:

Yesterday I went shopping! I bought some shirts:

Notice the buttons. I have only recently started buying shirts with buttons because at twenty I am feeling a great need to feel professional, even though I am a dork. When I was younger you never would have seen me wearing button up shirts, being the tomboy-play-in-the-mud type of person that I was. Button-up shirts were for wusses, or for my sisters. Seriously, my one sister just looks cute in everything. (You know who you are, Oombah.) The other one could wear a plastic bag and a paint bucket on her head and she would somehow look fantastic, stylish, and professional.

Only my sis is... Not quite as stuck looking.

Anyway, so I bought these button up shirts feeling all very grown up. But then I went to Borders, because Borders is amazing, and because my cute sister works there. Then I tried to shop around and give all of the other books a fair chance, but for reals, I am way too picky and biased. (Though I did find a book called Night Runner that I must read now.) So I ran over to the one book that I wanted. The one book which was the sole reason for my bookstore visit. (I must have sole reasons or I’ll start buying stacks and stacks of books.)

Captivate, by Carrie Jones. Her first one, Need, just grabbed me by the collar and placed me in cold, frigid, Maine without asking my permissions. The second one did the same thing. Here I am, minding my own business, and suddenly swoop I’m inside the book. I just love her voice. She sounds like me with caffeine. Only in a good way. Like, a super nice way, because she is a super nice person.

And now that I have found a camera I will stop being a lazy boring person and post up the pictures of something I have been waiting for:

Hoorah!

No, not my face, the writer's gloves. They are made by Rachele and are as sweet as pumkin pie. I have been toting them around everywhere like the dork I am, because I absolutely love them. I cannot wait until her book gets published. I read a part of it that she posted on her blog and I almost cried. Me. Cry. I never cry. The first movie I cried at was Up, and the first book I cried at was Bridge to Terabithia. Seriously. This girl is good.

Oh. And don’t believe I’m a dork? Just look what I asked for Christmas?

Mango!

Yes. A mango. And it was delicious.

When Time is a Bullet Train

Well, school has begun, hence my lack of blogging. (Though I've never been very good at blogging regularly). But I just wanted to give you a quick update on my writing life. (Oh, on a side note, one of the reasons why I haven't blogged in a while is because I can't find my camera, and I really want to take some pictures of stuff when I post, but hopefully over the weekend I can borrow my dad's or my sister's.)

First: I am probably dropping a class. Then I am going to do all of my homework on the days I go to school.

Second: I am going to spend all of Wednesdays writing. I realized I have only taken writing half-seriously, and over the break I started really enjoying my life as a whole because I felt like a real writer. So I figure why should that stop? Thence Wednesdays will be my writing days. This means I should blog every Wednesday so that you can be updated on my highly fascinating life.

As fascinating as a gelatinous mass:

I will eat you alive! Bwahahaha!

I don't know why, but I decided to accidentally drop a mug of almost-finished hot chocolate on my floor. My mum said that in order to clean it up I should dump water on it. Since my mum is "the great wise one" I listened to her sage advice. And the water on my carpet looked like some gelatinous mass that wanted to crawl across my floor and suck my face off, like the BLOB.

I so wish I could find the song for that... Wait! I will try youtubing it!

Okay. Nevermind. That was much creepier than I remember it being. Oy. Oh, and on a side note: If you're going to hit the back end of a vehicle, make sure it's a truck, because they damage a whole lot less easily than little Nissan Maximas.