Mahal na Mahal Kita, Anak

Lauren sat quietly with the small child in her lap, thankful that he'd finally stopped crying long enough for her to enjoy some relative silence. The warmth of the fire behind her was pretty nice and as long as the child did not make a move towards it, this was a pretty good situation.
"Listen!" he said suddenly.
She listened. As far as she could tell, there was just the roar of the vacuum going on in the other room, noisy and obnoxious when she was trying to enjoy sitting down.
Then, quietly, she heard, "I love you."

Horror of All Horrors

Lauren and Meadjean crouched on the bathroom floor, listening to the thumps and yells from outside the room.

"I keep expecting one of their faces to creepily appear in the window or something."

Meadjean shuddered. "I'm so scared."

"Me too," Lauren agreed, drawing her knees to her chest. 

"Lauren! Let us in! Let us in!" one of the menaces called. 

Lauren mimicked it in a horror movie-esque way before making a face. 

The noises outside slowly faded away and the two girls turned to look at each other.

"Think they're gone?"

"It sounds like it."

"Shh. I wanna listen."

They fell silent, both turned towards the direction of the door  as they listened, straining their ears for the sounds of small children.

A couple minutes passed.

"I think they're-"

Loud yelling commenced and Lauren yelped, immediately clinging to Meadjean with her eyes shut and just wishing this night would end.

By Any Other Name

If I hadn't been entirely sure about switching to my middle name in college, I am now. There is just. ahfliehfliahli EVERY SINGLE LAUREN that I have read in books or seen in movies/tv shows is just. Ew.

They're either complete bitches or disgusting or. I just. And that's.

WHY.

Alex is a much safer name.

YAY NANOWRIMO

Okay, so it's kind of already November 3rd, but whatever. Posting every day from here on out. Or trying to. I'll nag Sare about it.

Keh, so, I currently hate my 'new' novel this year. It's stupid and I don't like the character and just...no. We're not going there. I'm plodding along in it every couple hundred words, but that's about it. And that would be why I'm finishing I Dare You and its sequel this month instead.

(Yeah. The sequel. Like you didn't get sick of it enough the first time around.)

There's only a sequel because Sarah insisted on it and apparently it's going to be her reward for getting 100k. MY reward is getting caramacs and her finishing the In The Mood vid of us. =D

Although, Greg sucks and has a ton more than all of us so I'm trying to beat him and I'd have to get 100k anyways. At least he has school and I dooooooon't. Hehehe.

So yeah. I'm not posting my wordcount right now. Too busy trying to disprove Claire's expectations.

And when I do, I will rub it in her face.

Five Minutes To Midnight

AH FIVE DAYS UNTIL NANO

*bites nails nervously*

I am panicking. So much. Agh.

It's exciting and scary and. and. and.

PANIC

at the disco

Do you see how odd I get when I get cut off from talking to people?

(Btw, Sare, I love you and thank you and you're the bestest best person EVER~)  

Excitement Abounds

Okay, so, it's already less than a month to NaNo. I am so PSYCHED. For once, I have a good plot and characters that are starting to open up to me so I'm not blindly blundering along come NaNo. And good NAMES, too. Ty, Vivienne Pierce for talking to me. I appreciate it muchly.

Also, today is our FRIENDAVERSARY. Not mine and Vivienne Pierce's. But mine, Taylor, Sarah, Claire, and Anna's! =D I've known you lot for an ENTIRE year now. That's a long time. I love you guys so much, you know that? You mean the world to me. <3

Whistle While You Work

Or, y'know, not. I kinda suck at whistling.

Anyway. This is how my weekend is looking:

Meadjean and Tayah are coming over around 6:30 tonight. They're coming that early because we have to bake either chocolate cookies or brownies for the bake sale thing on Saturday. And they're going to sleepover as well and Bekah was supposed to come early as well, but she has a game for marching band I think, so she's coming after 9.

Then on Saturday, my church is doing this free car wash thing to draw people in and it's not really a bake sale so much as, baking stuff to the people getting their car washed for free. There's going to be people going up to the people getting their car washed to talk to them about God/invite them to our church and stuff like that. It'll be lots of fun.

And after that is Sunday and the choir has a song tomorrow so that means waking up early, getting ready early, getting THERE early and. Yeah. For choir practice, but after the service the teens have an activity. We've got tacos, a movie(To Save A Life, a really awesome Christian movie), and some outdoor game that is sure to be frightening considering Pastor Nathan's running it.

Oh yeah, and selling these coupon books to raise money for camp next year. That should be...interesting. But yeah.

I'mma be wiped come Monday. Blah.

Well.

Better get back to cleaning the bathtub.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me...

I just came back from watching Inception.

Dude.

WHAT. WAS. THAT. ENDING.

For cereal, bro. That was...afhielahfliaehflihaeilfhae. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING YOU. WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!

Honestly. I called Annie up right after I exited the theatre. Dude, not even EXITED yet. It was like... *ringringringring*

Annie: Hello?

me: ANNIE! You've watched Inception before, right? RIGHT?

Annie: Um, yea-

me: THEN WHAT WAS THAT?!

and then...general raving and spazzing and talking ensued.

Also, as I walked back to the hotel, my hands just started like..shaking. Trembling with shock, I dunno, but I just fidgeted with them a lot, had to be doing something with my hands constantly. And then I walked into the hotel.

And the floor didn't feel right.

It just...I don't know, sank lower than it should have felt when I took a step. And when I got into my room, it felt like the room was spinning a bit. Unsteady. Not right.

Gaah. I'm still so jittery. Annie says that's the sign of a really good movie.

I say it's the sign of me being in a dream.

I need to find me a totem.

Hm.

Moooooooooo

Vies.

Just watched Robin Hood.

MY BELOVED ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?

They've raped you, that's what.

What a horrible movie.

I didn't even bother to finish it. The raping was that bad.

Ugh.

Oh My God

So I started this thing where I read five Psalms every day. Basically, you pick out the number of whatever date it is today, then add 30 to it, then another 30, and so on. For five psalms. It's really cool. *nodnod* SO! Since I'm trying to blog every day, if I don't have something going on that day, I'll probably post my devtions. =D

But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinks upon me. You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, O my God - Psalm 40:17

Oh my God. What a wonderful thing that is to say. To be able to call the almighty Lord mine. To be able to call on Him at any time and have Him listen as I pour out my heart. God is not some distant being who judges from afar. He is my protector and deliverer, a help in present trouble.

To be able to read His love letter to me is a blessing I am grateful for. Reading it fills me with an overflowing and everlasting joy and I cry with praise for Him. No matter how the tempest rages, He will forever be constant and unchanging. He will never leave me nor forsake me.

For we are sheep who have gone astray, we have turned everyone to his own way, but the Lord has set on Him the iniquity of us all. I think that's the greatest love story of all. It's what every romance is based on, every dream's origin. That someone would love us, someone would die for us. We who are so wayward and change so easily and still, He sacrificed His life for us. For me.

Make a joyful shout to the Lord, all you lands! Serve the Lord with gladness; come before His presence with singing. Know that the Lord, He is God,; it is He who has made us and not we ourselves; we are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him and bless His name. For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endures to all generations. - Psalm 100

How can anyone read that psalm and not have a song in their hearts? God is so good and merciful and strong. Oh, my God, how the heavens declare your name and the very earth displays your handiwork. You are awesome by the very definition of the word.

Thank you for talking to me when I needed you most. Thank you for teaching me to let go and forgive. Thank you for your neverending love for me. Thank you for filling me with your boundless joy.

Thank you for being my God.

The Girl Next Door

A post! Because I forgot to blog about it yesterday.

Yesterday.

Was.

AWESOME!

Dude, seriously. After church, we had a youth group activity, and it was just supposed to be pizza and a movie at the church, but we actually went out to a place called Cici's pizza down in easton, about...45 min away? So THAT meant that I got to sit in a car for 45 MIN with Donnie.

Did I mention I was the only girl there? Yeah. I was. Only me, Donnie, Shane, Henry, and Tyler. So it was me and Shane in the back of the car, then Henry, Tyler, and Donnie in the middle with my youth pastor and his wife in the front. And then Shane decided that he had to ask some girl he knows to come with us and like...borrowed my phone for the ENTIRE TRIP.

Shane's actually not so bad if you just talk to him. I mean, yes, he can be a jerk, but he's pretty okay. Funny, too.

Tyler just tries too hard. Tries too hard to be cool and to sit next to me and...I'unno. At first, it's kinda flattering, but then just kinda weird that someone 3 years younger is continuing to like you. He's a real sweetie, though. Always a gentleman to the ladies, haha.

Donnie is...I don't even know. He's cool and I like him lots but then he beats on Tyler and I'm just "dudethat'snotcool ._." I guess he's just a regular teenage boy. BUT I FOUND OUT WHERE HE LIVESSSSSS!

Pastor Nathan decided to just drop us off at our respective houses and his, Shane's, and Tyler's was first and they live not even two minutes away from me. It's so WEIRD.

Henry's a pretty cool guy. He's pretty much the only guy I talk to a lot and am just really comfortable with. There's a swingset at the back of the church with two normal swings, and then one of those round swings in the middle. The kind that is just a round seat with a rope at the center. Anyways, so we went out to swing while everyone was in the church and since the swingset is for little kids, we had to toss the round swing over once for it to be high enough. And then we tossed it over again so it was REALLY high and then I couldn't get on, but kept trying. But he managed to get on and it was all just very fun. *nodnod*

Being the only girl with a bunch of guys wasn't so bad. I mean, I've known them for three years, right? Haha. But yeah. *loves*

Happy Birthday, Dearest

So it’s finally July 22.

 Forgiveness is not something we do for other people. It’s something we do for ourselves to move on. But I remember so much.

I remember pretending we were puppies that were abandoned by our parents and one of us would run away from the other, thinking that the other was ignoring us only to be brought back and reassured of our love.

I remember  pretending we were Xanya and Manic or Sonic.

I remember waiting for you while you were at school and eagerly jumping out of the car to greet you.

I remember you running away from my hugs because I hugged too tight and too long and wouldn’t let you go.

I remember Lassie and Goldie and Chocolate and Dallas and Wags and the rest of our stuffed dog family.

I remember arriving at your house so late at night that you’d already be asleep and I’d sneak into your room and crawl into bed next to you, cuddling you and just breathing you in.

I remember Polly Pocket(those rubber dresses with the glitter that wouldn’t come off) and Littlest Pet Shop(Ribbon) and our miniatures and all the drama our dolls seemed to have.

I remember constantly cleaning your playroom or your normal room and not thinking it was a chore just because we made it a huge game.

I remember mixing our ice cream with pop.

I remember our eight hour long phone conversations and acting like a boyfriend and girlfriend and saying, “No, you hang up!” “No, it’s your turn!” “No, I did it last time. You hang up.” “Why me? I can’t bear to do it, you hang up.” And being actually serious about not being able to bear it.

I remember fantasizing about what it would be like if we were sisters. Which of our parents we’d keep: your mom and my dad. What pets we’d have: Arwen and a shetland sheepdog. What school we’d go to, what friends we’d have…

I remember teaching you piano and you teaching me guitar and playing duets together.

I remember setting up our music in a public bathroom and crawling over the stalls and sitting on top of the walls.

I remember water fights  and the slip and slide and the crazy daisy.

I remember our yellow fellow made-up language.

I remember dropping one of those bricks on your foot accidentally when we were in the pool and you getting so mad at me.

I remember our constant fights about nothing and hating each other and kicking and clawing and freezing each other out only to be best friends again two minutes later, honestly forgetting our whole fight.

I remember trading off bikes as we rode to the library and seeing that creepy cat statue in the window on the way back.

I remember macaroni and sherbet and sliding down banisters at nanay and tatay’s and borrowing your clothes all the time and you taking after whatever I liked at the moment(“Immensely amusing”, high school musical, Naruto, too many bands to list).

I remember you quoting off HP to me word for word and the old tire swing in your ravine and hiding you in my car when we were going back to the States or hiding me in obscure places in your house and you having a birthday party every year and me never missing a single one.

I’m sorry that I had to miss this one. I’m sorry that you weren’t at my sweet sixteen or that I couldn’t tell you the speech I made about you for it. I’m sorry I tried to forget about you. I’m sorry that our promise was broken of never having another quiet time and that I’m not sure anything can ever be normal again.

I would do anything to hold you again, do anything to go back to the way we were, but I am so sorry.

I love you so much.

Happy birthday, Gabby.

Happiness Abounds

'Keh, so. I had this whole angsty thing I wrote in another journal today. Was thinking about posting it. And then I saw my email and had a new email from my friend, Calli. Calli used to go to my school. She's actually the one who introduced me to NaNo and she's an absolute darling.

Anyways. So this email was about her reading my book from my first NaNo, Beginning at the End. And it just..wow. That made my whole week. Her review of it made me so amazingly happy and you know what? Now? Now I do not even care about what day it's going to be in approximately 48 minutes. Now I'm just happy that someone really liked my book

Late but OHEYLOOKVIDEO BE DISTRACTED!

'Kay, so. I completely spaced on ever posting a blog about camp. Yeahhhh...sorry 'bout that. This is really late, I realize. So, I'm just going to post the dvd from camp that I had. It's from my week and it was a relatively small week so I'm in a lot of it, haha.

Some fun bits in it is like, one of the pics Me and another girl are running down grass, blue on one side, red on the other. Yeah, that would be me being forced to race. There was no other girl on the red team that would do it, so Trevor, one of the counselors, decides that he's going to volunteer me. He was like, "GO LAUREN!" I'm like, "This is so not why I told you my name. ._." But yeah. I didn't lose too badly.

Lessee, what else...oh yeah, FunTime was GREAT. I loved every bit of it. There was a facebook skit, haha. There were these two guys and one of them knocked on the other's door and was like, "Hi! Do you want to be my friend? Confirm or ignore?"
guy 2: "Um. Do I even know you?"
guy 1: "Yeah! We went to Kindergarten together!"
guy 2: "Oh, yeah. *pause* You hated me."
guy 1: "Yeah, but now I want to be friends! Confirm or ignore?"
guy 2: "Will you leave me alone if I ignore you?"
guy 1: "*pause* Nope! *says cheerfully*"
guy 2: "Will you leave me alone if I confirm?"
guy 1: *pause* Nope! *says cheerfully*"

And then the second guy ends up accepting and they like...it was just so funny. Other people came up and they were like, Tell us what you're doing! And he was like, "Dudewhy. ._." "Because we're your FRIENDS! =D" And they threw a toy sheep at him. And did superpoke. And a guy in overalls and a pitchfork and stuff came up, and said in this hilarious voice, "DO YOU WANNA PLAY FARMVILLE?" Everyone started cracking up, it was great.

Oh yeah, and the Mystery Mansion thing, it was set up like Clue. 6 suspects, six rooms, and six weapons although, we only got to go to three rooms, so it wasn't really a fair guess as to who killed the pig. The one guy, the taxidermist, he acted CREEPY. He like, chased us around the room and talked with a creepy voice and kept advancing towards us and the window was open, so I'm pretty sure that the rest of the camp could hear our cabin yelping, haha.

Our team cheers were pretty cool! Some of 'em were the same as last year's, but I really like one new one we had. It went like:
"We're awesome! We're awesome!
Hit 'em in the head with a big dead possum!
Ooh, ah ah! Ooh, ooh, go red!
Ohhhhhhhhh, smack!"

It was so funny. And another one:

"This hat! Is red! You heard what I said, I said this hat! Is red! You heard what I said
I said this neck! Is red! You heard what I said, I said this neck! Is red! You heard what I said
I said YOUR MOM! Is red! You heard what I said! I said YOUR MOM is red! You heard what I said!"

...I think we just liked screaming at the other team about their mom. Classic. xD
The speaker, Tom Farrell, he was amazing. He didn't coddle you, didn't make you feel all warm and cozy in your little Christian bubble and I loved that. Sometimes all you need is a good kick in the pants.
Without further ado:

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Le Sigh

My sister's talked to Gabby recently. Like a couple days ago.

Gabby asked how I was.

My sister is an idiot.

She told Gabbie that I was "good but she bawls everytime she hears your name".

I am so ticked. That is not how I want to be portrayed to her. It wasn't even the word 'cry'! It was....ahfielahflieahf. It made me look so pathetic. This is so ridiculous. I wanted my sister to answer, "She's fine, she's great, she's bloody fantastic without you, she doesn't need you, she has other friends, good friends that love her, and everything's just dandy".

Not that I cry. *fury*

Anyways. In happier news, there is a Ramsey Elementary in my town.

This is amazing and wonderful. I must find a way to teach there. (Especially since it's the grades I like, around Kindergarten-2nd grade. :D )

Guiltmonkeys Galore

Okay, that's it, I'm sitting my arse down and writing. I've been ignoring Diary 'cause I knew where the story was going, but I didn't like how I was writing it so I set it down.
I know what I want in Dare and I like how I'm writing it, but I've just been lazy.

Yeah, so, the reason I'm trying writing those stories again is because Taylor is one of those people that inspires guilt. Not just ordinary guilt, oh no, not her.

She has like..these guiltmonkeys. I swear, they're worse than the NaNo guiltmonkeys. It like worms down inside you and makes you squirm in your seat and look away because you're ashamed.

Curse you, Taylor.

I actually like procrastinating.

*sigh* Off to go write my fantastic stories that I've been neglecting.

Save For A Few Of Those Late Night Episodes

Look! A post! And I'm late! But I don't really care because I vlogged today anyways.

SO! I am extremely excited about guy night. It's going to be fantastic and Zander and Hayden are going to get drunk and then Zayden will occur. This is HAPPY-MAKING.

I've decided to write a ff. Just because I can't get them off of my mind. So like, I'm basing it off of Hold Me Down by Motion City Soundtrack. We'll see how it goes.

Nordstrom=twilight heaven

Kehso.

We went out shopping today. Now, normally I hate shopping and all that icky stuff, but it was...okay. I mean, I didn't like it when my mom still got me stuff when I said I had enough, but it was all right, haha.

I got this AWESOME KICK-BUTT LEATHER JACKET! Seriously, it's so awesome. I love it so much. However, it's...expensive, so, we're picking it up on around wednesday next week. Which means, I have until next wednesday to decide if I'm keeping it or not.

See, it's about the price of a plane ticket to Calgary which in turn means Taylor and Claire and Possibly Sarah. Sooo...my dad also has to see if he can get off work to go to Calgary by then. So, my logic is: If we're going to Calgary, I'm returning the jacket. Not going to Calgary, I'm keeping it.

Rather traumatic deal, but it'll be worth it. *nodnod*

There were also these life-size cardboard cut-outs of Edward and Jacob in Nordstrom and the lady helping us heard me pointing them out to my mom.

Her: So you like Twilight?
Me: Um, no. I hate it.
Her: *stares* Oh. ...Why?
Me: Because it's bad writing and it has an abusive relationship. Edward is a psychopathic stalker.
Her: I don't think I've ever talked to someone who's hated twilight. Well, I've talked to people who dislike it, but none that are really passionate about it.
Me: ...

So yeah. That was...disturbing. I don't particularly think that stating my reasons is really "passionate". I mean, she asked. Haha, and my mom gave the excuse of "she wrote a book" when I said I didn't like it. xD I love my mom.

Quiztime!

So, I'm going to do a vlog today, hopefully while at Nursery at church, but I just wanted to do an iPod shuffle quiz. Basically, just set your iPod or whatever music thing you have to shuffle, and put the title of the song that comes up as the answer. S'interesting and funny, haha.

If someone says, "You're hot", what do you say? What’s the Use Of Wondrin’?

How would you describe your life? Since You Been Gone

How do you feel today? Summertime

What is your life-long goal? Five Becomes Four (to defy math?)

What do your friends think of you? You’re Worthy Of My Praise (AHAHAHAHA)

What do your parents think of you? Kidnap Sandy Claws

What do you often think about? Honestly

What do you think of the person that likes you? Rough Landing, Holly

What does your best friend say to you? What Light

What do you want to be when you grow up? I Will Go (...go where?)

What is your favorite saying? Walk The Plank (aha, that's great)

What will you dance to at your wedding? So She Dances (awww, that’s cute)

What will be played at your funeral? Smooth (meh, I hope not)

What if your biggest fear? Let Me Take You There

What do you think of your house? The Shade Of Poison Trees

What do you wish you were doing right now? Champagne For Celebrating

What was the last thing you said? Summer Of 98 (aha, funny thing is, I was actually talking about how this summer was in the 90s...)

What are you thinking about? So Far Away


Anyways. When I upload the vid later tonight, I'll post a link in here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEjMAxSagPs

Please Let Me Crawl Into A Corner Now

Man. I am such an insecure little freak.

I'll be happy and talking to my friends and stuff and then one of my friends will start talking animatedly to another of them and I start feeling left out. And a little jealous. And wanting to be the one they're talking to instead.

It's so ridiculous! Especially since I do it a lot m'self.

I just. I dunno what's wrong with me. I'm being stupid. I need to stop that and have some confidence. Yeahhhhh.

Although, I guess it's better to be quiet and not offend anyone than be confident and say stupid stuff by accident. Dunno.

Anyways, going on to happier notes, JULNO!

Yeahhh, I don't know what I was thinking when I let Taylor drag me into this. I could barely manage it in November, but whatever. School's almost over, so I'm hoping. Only got about 2.5k so far, which means writing 2k each day should get me to 50k. Or that's what Taylor says, at least.

Anyways. I'm mainly doing Diary of an Imaginary Friend and Taylor's been a tremendous help, giving me constructive criticism for it and ideas for plotting. I've also got I Dare You back on track. Seems merging with Truths is all it really needed for it to reveal itself. Well, most of itself. I still need to iron out and straighten bits, but it's going pretty good, I must say.

I just really love how James being Jamie's cousin explains most of her quirks and mannerisms. It's GREAT.

Well, that's about it. Got to go finish up an essay and writing. Fun, fun, fun.

Finished

Penta's done.

I can't believe this.

No more updates in my inbox.

This is...I mean, I'm so happy. It's a good ending and stuff and I'm super happy about one of the chars, but like.

This almost makes me depressed.

Missing

DID YOU GUYS SEE THIS?!

[15:44]*Cee has joined
[15:45] Cee: GUYS. I MISS YOU.
[15:45] Cee: I MISS THERE ALWAYS BEING SOME SORT OF RANDOM SHIT IN THE CHAT BACKLOG WHENEVER I LOG ON.
[15:45] Cee: FROM SOME WEIRD CONVERSATION.
[15:46] Cee: THAT NO ONE BUT US COULD UNDERSTAND>
[15:46] Cee: I MISS OUR IN JOKES.
[15:46] Cee: I MISS LAUGHING MY ASS OFF EVERY TIME I TALK TO YOU.
[15:46] Cee: I MISS THE NOVELS AND THE CHARACTERS AND TALKING ABOUT ALL OF IT LIKE IT /THEY ARE REAL.
[15:47] Cee: BECAUSE TO US THEY TOTALLY ARE.
[15:47] Cee: I
[15:47] Cee: MISS
[15:47] Cee: YOU.
[15:48] Cee: I miss our crazy family.
[15:48] Cee: We are a family.
[15:50]*Cee has left

...I started crying.

I miss us, too.

I miss you, Clairebear.

Sparkle

Guys.

Please don't freak out when I tell you something.

Just.

Promise you'll always be my friends.

Do you promise?

Pinky promise?

Okay.

*deep breath*

I sparkle.

afheilafheailr it is so RIDICULOUS. Seriously. The new lotion my mom gave me works really well, but when I went out today, I SPARKLED. NOT ON, MATE.

And it's ONLY in sunlight that I sparkle. What. The. Deuces.

In addition, I have Transylvanian blood in me, am dark-haired, a klutz, and oh, guess what, my parents were thinking of naming me Isabella when I was born.

.__________________________.

Remember. You promised to still be my friends.

Fireflies

After a long day of school, I spent some time outside and catching fireflies. One of my all-time favourite things to do during summer.

'Course I always let them go after catching them. I love watching them go to the ends of my fingertips, spread their wings, and fly into the sky.

<3

Every Sparrow That Falls...

Today is a very sad day.

I watched a baby bird die today. It was very suck-ish and depressing.

See, my mom has been shooing away the birds from making a nest on our front step column thing and then she went under the deck today and found ANOTHER nest. So she knocked it down.

And out tumbled three little baby birds. Two were still breathing and moving, but one was dead. My dad put the other two back in the nest and put the nest back up, but he doesn't think they'll live.

We buried the other bird. I cried a lot.

I don't want to see another egg for a very long time.

Camp

Okay, first of all, regarding the last post I made:

I DID NOT SLEEP WITH A GUY OKAY?

"It" is the name of a teddy bear that Sare gave me. We think he's male. Not too sure. That's why his name is "It". That, and we like confusing people. NOT IN THIS WAY, THOUGH.

Just wanted to straighten that out before MORE people ask me.

Anyways, it's Friday. Well, technically saturday morning. I'm at the stage where I promise I won't procrastinate next year, but we all know how well THAT turns out. So. Just going to work my butt off to complete as much as I can as fast as I can.

Taylor and Sare wrote me letters for camp. I am so psyched to read them. Annie's sending me an email every day. So psyched to read that when I get back! I mean, I'm just psyched in general for camp. It's gotta be epic this year since we're having a Bavarian Cream reunion, woooooo!! Except the theme of hillbillys is kind lame compared to Dunkin Donuts vs. Starbucks.

I still love all the cheers, though. Like:

WE. ARE. BIG. RED R-E-D AND YOU'RE NOT
N-O-T- SO GO HOME
H-O-M-E-H-O-M-E GO HOME!

/personal favourite

Anyways. School. Right. On it.

The Morning After

I lost It.

This upsets me very much. I don't know how I lost It, but I did somehow. Seriously, I slept with him two nights ago and when I woke, It wasn't there! It's ridiculous! I stripped my bed of the sheets, looked under the bed, looked in the space between the headboard and my bed, looked amongst my other stuffed animals, I even looked in my bathroom. This is very much not okay.

Especially since I made a promise to take It to camp with me. I need to find It. Soon.

Reappearance

After disappearing for months, Kyle has reappeared on the scene.

No idea how long he's staying this time.

Trying to convince myself I don't still love like him.

Dangit.

Excuses

Okay. Haven't blogged in nearly a week. I have an explanation.

Every part of my brain has been melted into a gelatinous puddle of muck with only one coherent thought:

MORTIMIE. <3

Storytelling Time! (Shut up, Sare, I'm talking >>)

I'm having a hard time breathing right now. I only wish it could be due to Ramsey hyperventilation, but it's due to a stuffy nose and rest of cold that I got over the internet. Anyways...

One day in the world of Feality, not quite Fiction, but not quite Reality, either, people started to open their eyes and dream. There had been a shortage of dreams in the world due to there being a lack of imagination. If there is no healthy balance, then eventually the human race would die out without hope, the twin of dreams.

The funny thing was, the people of Feality started to dream very strange dreams. Dreams with tiny red-haired men in green suits arguing. At first, the people of Feality could only make out blurs of the images and then those images defined into the small creatures they now knew. Once those had developed, they started to have audio to their dreams, muffled sounds at first and then full blown speeches, each word magnified to their mind as if spoken directly to them.

In their dreams, little men had massive wars with each other. Their weapons: potatoes. Contrary to popular belief, the famine was due to the delicious vegetables being used for the war. As it turned out, the reason the funny-looking men were arguing was because...

Continuation

Real School

So, a really cool thing happened to me recently. My mom went to her doctor's appointment and I really like that doctor. She's also a pediatrician, thus my doctor as well, and she's just really nice. I don't know if other doctors remember everything you tell them, but it's a majorly cool factor.

Anyways, so our doctor knows that I go to an online school, but she's recognized that I like to be social, so when my mom went to see her, they talked a bit like she does, and my mom came back saying that the doctor had given a recommendation of a school.

This was amazing news to me. The reason I'm not actually in "real" school is because there are no good ones near us. So we looked it up, Moravian Academy, and it looked REALLY awesome. That is, until we looked at tuition. Or rather, didn't look.

Ever been in one of those stores where they didn't have price tags on stuff because if you have to ask, you can't afford it? It was listed NOWHERE on the site. I mean it. Like, we clicked every link. So we just like, requested information about it to be mailed to us. And then Googled it. Turns out, it was a pretty hefty number. I'm talking college price expensive. Was ridiculous, I'm telling you.

So like any sane person, we wrote it off and just went back to normal stuff. And then I checked the mail one day and OH LOOK, there was a package from Moravian Academy. Dude, it was a SPIFFY package. It was a fancy red portfolio type, with a dvd and you know that type of paper that is really expensive and you can actually feel it? Yeah. It was that type of paper.

Anyways, out of curiosity, we watched the dvd, read the papers...still expensive, but when you're looking in front of you at it...it has a pull, man. My mom ended up studying the papers for a while, then went to talk to my dad.

Apparently what went on during their private meeting is my mom discussing the possibility of going there for my senior year. The thing is, between now and then, I have to prove that I'm a leader not a follower because well...I will admit that I have problems with that. Like, even recently. For example, I like to dress up. Especially when I go out. I moan about dresses and makeup and being prissy all the time, but honestly? I love it. I love going out in malls feeling pretty(see old post from who knows when about this complex) and looking my best. Putting on heels and makeup...it's just fun. When Sare was here, she likes to be casual. (I bet that's because your hair looks great even when you wake up in the mornings >> ) Haha, anyways, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. I like to do that, too, when I'm around the house. But I dressed down too, even in situations when I would've normally dressed up because she was. So yeah, being a leader. *nod* Must work on that. =P

So, I'm just really excited at the opportunity of going to a REAL school for senior year. 'Course, we're looking into me spending a semester in the Philippines for part of Junior year as well so I can experience PROM. That'll be so fun. And I'll hopefully pick up the language, too, by being in full immersion. Well, not full. Filipinos speak English mixed in with Tagalog, but ako magsisikap(I will try).

-Glind

Eww, Sickness

I never knew it was possible to contract a cold over the internet. First Sarah got it, then Anna, now me.

Thanks so much guys.

-Glind

Society and Stereotypes

Okay, so you know what I don't get? Society. We all have such high regards and opinions of it, want to be socially accepted and have high ranking in it, and what does it do for us? Absolutely nothing. Actually, it kinda works more for bad than good. 

For one thing(and here comes the part where I rant about my own interests), if society proclaims something as stupid or little kid-ish or there's just a lot of hype about it, it's automatically "bad". Seriously, people avoid that thing like the plague and bash it and sometimes, that's entirely undeserved. Of course, there are also times when it is deserved, but I'm not talking about that at the moment.

Take for example High School Musical(Now I'm really in for the mocking). I actually like that movie. I mean, I really love it. It was great, had cool songs and just a fun movie, but if you actually say that in front of any given teenager, probability favors them thumbing it down. Even people who haven't watched the movie like someone I know avoid it because of the stereotyping. It's so ridiculous. I get it, the second movie was horrible, but the third was okay. I don't care if you think it's stupid. I don't care if you think it's beneath you. It was a good movie and at least two people who "don't like it" LAUGHED when I quoted it. 'Course, they didn't know it was HSM which PROVES that it isn't to do with the movie. It's stereotyping. And society. And stupid.

Now, if you've watched it and genuinely don't like it, then fine, that's your opinion. It's just when you start bashing it so much that it becomes a problem. It's like Twilight. Okay, I don't like the books. First time I read them, I thought they were okay. Second time around, I found a lot of stuff in them I didn't see before and just set them aside. I just don't like the series. I don't obsess about ranting over it because then you're just as bad as the hardcore fans that everyone gets ticked with. Honestly, I don't mind if you like the series. Just don't...talk about it every other word. (Oh wow, that sounds incredibly hypocritical coming from the resident Ramsey fan >> ) 

Anyways. Point is, don't knock something until you try it or become consumed with liking/disliking it. I tried Dr. Who, was pretty good, just too scary for me to watch ever again without huddling under the covers for two weeks straight. 

With that said, I am going to go listen to Taylor Swift while washing dishes.

~Glind

(Oh yeah, more news on my life: My dog ran away. Cause the leash broke and she bolted. Stupid dog. >>

And I rediscovered how much I love Shania Twain! I used to know all of her songs, own every cd and all that fun stuff. 'Men's shirts, short skirts, woh-oh-oh-oh'...)

Life And All That Jazz

I'm going to do an update like Sare cause I haven't been blogging much, either. 

Okay, so, for one thing, Taylor's dragged me into MayNo. I was supposed to be shooting for 25k but I was like...This isn't November. I am not motivated. 

So that's not going so well. But, I wrote a little bit of I Dare You, a bit of a thing I'm not finishing cause it's just a source of eternal mortification, and this new story I love, Diary of an Imaginary Friend. Yeah, yeah, I know, it was supposed to be for NaNo, but I got impatient. And wanted to write. I'll have another idea by then. Hopefully. Maybe. I don't know yet, actually. Probably. >>

Kai's here for a week and a half. Till the 26th or something. My sister isn't 'cause she has work, but we get to have him for his birthday. He's so cuttee~ 

The reason we have to drop him off on the 26th is because on the 27th I'm leaving for Colorado! Yay! I'm going for this teen conference thing that lasts the entire weekend. Should be fun. I think it's about dating or something...can't remember.

I had my first horseback riding lesson today! It was fun. I'm going to be doing it every week now. And that will be REALLY fun. Next week, since Misty was too small for me to ride, I get REBEL. How wicked awesome is that name?! 

Kinda upset at how my group of friends is breaking apart. First it started with Sara dropping off the face of the planet because she went to "real" school and apparently thinks she's too cool for us now. And now Tayah's leaving because her parents are a bit upset and her and Meadjean are drifting apart. Hence why she wants to hang out with me more. Not that I don't want to, I love it. I just don't want to be replacing Meadj and the circle's all broken and it's upsetting. Although Mom says I should mind my own business and it's their thing. .____.

The Guild is going to have a season 4! That's exciting!

Heroes was cancelled. That's depressing and gives me suicidal thoughts.

So...yeah. I think you're pretty caught up with my life. Yep. That's it. Till tomorrow, anyways.

~Glind

D: and 8D and ^^;

Sarah's gone. She left yesterday. I cry. 

I miss her muchly, but I KNOW that she's coming back this summer. She has to. It is here. It wants her. It NEEDS HER TO COME BACK.

Meanwhile, Taylor's dragged me into JulNoWriMo. As if I wasn't already trying to do MayNoWriMo. >> It should be...fun. The forum's certainly interesting so far. There's a girl that's nicknamed footsie and that reminded me of socks and I was going to tell her I wanted to call her that when I remembered Sare and I's matching nicknames and hers was socks and I got depressed all over again.

I'm happy we recorded 30 videos, though. Including a funny scene that was not, is not, and will NEVER EVER HAPPEN EITHER IN FF WORLD OR IN CANON WORLD just for Clairebear. We'll probably regret it later. But it'll make her laugh so it's worth it, yeah?

So I guess what I'm trying to say is: COME BACK MY SARAH I AM DEVASTATED WITHOUT YOU! But I hope it is warm and sunny in California and you will come soon to rescue It from my sugar-crazed clutches.

-Glind

Day 1 ~ The meeting

So guess what, guys? I GOT TO MEET MY DARLING SARAH IN REAL LIFE! =D

There was much screaming and hugging and staring and poking and seeing if the other person was really REAL. Which, of course, was true. Her hair is really pretty and soft. And her nails are like...long. I'm jealous, ha.

It's AMAZING. We're going to record a video every day. and put it on the vlog. And Sare is absolutely AMAZING in piano! I'm not even kidding. She can't read sheet music that well, but she can make up notes if she knows the melody and I'm like, *in awe*

It's so cool. We're going to record Boulevard of Broken Dreams as this cool duet thingy. I love her SO MUCH. It's really really cool. You have no idea. There are no WORDS. Or enough caps lock for that matter.

Oh yeah, and another big news: I GET TO MARRY RAMSEYYYY~ 8D

I was so happy last night when Taylor told me she's modeling Ramsey's wife after me. She's going to be named Ariana; I picked the name. It's like...EEEEEEEE!!!

So, the Fates just really really like me right now. And I love them too. YAY ALL AROUND!

-Glind

Musings

All writers have bits of themselves in their stories. It's just how things work. Every time they write a story, there's a part of them inside. How else would stories come to be? Neil Gaiman said it the best:


"Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I'd fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, "So this is how it feels," and I would tie it up in pretty words. I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. For I knew I could take my broken heart and place it on the stage of The Globe, and make the pit cry tears of their own."


I completely agree with that quote because I've done it so many times. Something dramatic and tragic will happen and I'll already be thinking of how to phrase it correctly or where best to implement that event in my stories. It's such an incredibly true fact. How is one to write if one does not experience? The only way to write about life is to live it. All writers do is simply retell their own experiences in a disguised and magical and wonderful way, a way that delights us and makes us forget. They can provoke emotion because they have suffered the same. If you were to read a story and pay very close attention, you could catch glimpses of the writer's true life. That's the honest beauty of it.


"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe."


To be able to copy down your life into these complex things called stories and have someone feel what you felt and be inspired as well; that's the true dream.


You might admire the way an author wrote a particular character. You might love how they were able to create such intricacies and depth for someone fictional, but then, if you looked around you, isn't everyone you meet the same? No one person has the same story behind what makes them who they are and that in itself automatically creates depth. I don't honestly think that you can truly know every aspect of a person...not in one lifetime. It takes an eternity to know someone inside and out, to know every aspect of their past, every flitting thought, every reason for quirks.


And, that, I suppose, is why it is increasingly difficult to replicate it in fiction. There is only a thinly veiled curtain between reality and imagination and fiction is a blend between the two worlds. In essence, it's entropy in its most beautiful form. It's us.

Sun, Surf, and Sarah

'Kay, so, it's a few minutes to midnight and I am UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY AND EXCITED! You know why? Huh? Huh? Do ya? I'll give you a hint.

I'M GOING TO CALIFORNIAAAAAAAA!!!

And we all know what THAT means. I get to see my dearest and amazing Sare and actually hug her and tackle her and do all sorts of fun stuff IN REAL LIFE. It's going to be awesome and spectacular and epic.

Thank you, Kuya Eric, for getting married in California. I forever worship at your feet.

-Glind

AHHHH

I forgot to say. I HAVE MY FIRST CHECK!!! EEEEE!!!!

This is a momentous occasion. I can't believe it. People actual PAID me for my BOOK! And said they loved it! I am so unbelievably happy right now.

-Glind

Reaping the Consequences

So, um, I'm 108 lessons behind in school, which means that if I don't complete them soon, I'm in danger of failing. So I won't be online a lot at all and I'm asking to be excused from blogging duties for a bit? I can't really sacrifice the time right now.


-Glind

Blah

I don't want to blog today. End of story.

Hypothermia

I really don't care about making a good blog post today. Because I'm cold. And I'm hungry. And I want warm food that I don't have to make an effort to have. And the fireplace doesn't have oil or gas or whatever, so I'm COLD.


-Glind

Give Thanks Unto God

I had a rather interesting conversation with Pony Boy today and, I have to say. It made my day. I just kept laughing as we went back and forth with it.

[17:09] Alexandra the Great: *pokes head in*
[17:09] Coltonzeke: *pokes Glind's eyeballs*
[17:09] Coltonzeke: No peeking.
[17:09] Alexandra the Great: AH, MY EYES!
[17:09] Alexandra the Great: *glare*
[17:10] Coltonzeke: I poked your eyes. You shouldn't be able to glare.
[17:11] Sarah: HI LAUREN
[17:11] Alexandra the Great: HI SARAH
[17:11] Alexandra the Great: PONY BOY'S BEING MEAN TO ME
[17:11] Sarah: What?! No!
[17:11] Sarah: *huggles Glinds*
[17:11] Coltonzeke: I poked her eyeballs.
[17:11] Sarah: NOt allowed!
[17:12] Sarah: What've we told you about poking eyeballs? >(
[17:12] Alexandra the Great: *sticks tongue out at Colt while huggling Sarah*
[17:12] Sarah: hang on
[17:12] Coltonzeke: *cuts off tounge* Hm...
[17:13] Coltonzeke: *glues it back on* Mmmmhm...
[17:14] Alexandra the Great: AGEIHAIOEHROA! *fury* *pokes tongue warily*
[17:14] Alexandra the Great: I am going to KILL you.
[17:14] Coltonzeke: *cuts off her 'kill'* What the hell is this?
[17:16] Alexandra the Great: That's it. I am going to strangle you with your own intestines while gleefully singing show tunes. *lunges*
[17:17] Sarah: haha!
[17:17] Coltonzeke: NOOOOO!!! NOT SHOW TUNES!!
[17:17] Sarah: It's cruel.
[17:17] Coltonzeke: *covers his ears*

[17:19] Coltonzeke: *pokes Sarah with a fireplace poker*
[17:19] Coltonzeke: *that is red hot from fire*
[17:19] Sarah: *Glares* No!
[17:19] Sarah: D<
[17:19] Coltonzeke: ^_^ *pokepokepoke*
[17:20] Alexandra the Great: Bad Pony! Don't make me put you in your pretty princess birthday outfit.
[17:20] Coltonzeke: D: I like the christmas one better!! *crosses his arms*
[17:21] Alexandra the Great: You can only wear that one if you're good and behave yourself.
[17:21] Coltonzeke: NO!! *cries and hides*
[17:23] Coltonzeke: *sets Glind's clothes on fine* hehe.
[17:24] Alexandra the Great: Fine? Is that some sort of new substance?
[17:24] Coltonzeke: Fire*
[17:24] Coltonzeke: >_>
[17:25] Alexandra the Great: Dangit, this shirt was new!
[17:25] Alexandra the Great: *whips out show tunes cds*

[17:25] Coltonzeke: !!!*sets Glind on fire*
[17:27] Alexandra the Great: *flails*
[17:28] Alexandra the Great: *ducks into a lake* presses play on cd player* C'mereeeee Pony Boy...*grin*
[17:28] Coltonzeke: o.o *falls to the ground* Nooooo!!!
[17:30] Alexandra the Great: *holds knife at the ready* Are you going to be good or not?
[17:30] Coltonzeke: Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny.... *pokes the tip of the knife*
[17:32] Alexandra the Great: *prods Colt with it* Yeah, reaaaalllly shiny. And SHARP.
[17:32] * anna is back
[17:33] Coltonzeke: Stab me with it... It would bring me great pleasure. (Thanks to my brother for that one XD)
[17:33] anna: what the heck is going on here?
[17:33] Alexandra the Great: *shrug* Okay. *stabs*
[17:33] Coltonzeke: I asked him for something creepy. And he delivered.

[17:33] Coltonzeke: I like it when the red water comes out.
[17:34] anna: ...
[17:34] * anna backs away slowly
[17:35] Coltonzeke: I <3>
[17:35] Coltonzeke: I am watching it on Windows Media Center.
[17:35] Alexandra the Great: Yeah? Well, I like it when you're not poking my eyeballs and cutting off my tongue.
[17:35] anna: laurennnnnnn
[17:35] anna: save meeeeeeeee
[17:35] Alexandra the Great: Annieeeee...what?
[17:35] anna: im scared!
[17:35] anna: colt is scaring meeee

I got to see my friends for the first time in two weeks. Tyler was all cute with his hair gelled back, trying to be all suave and sit next to me. I love him, he's so adorable and a gentleman.

It's Valentine's Day and I don't have a boyfriend, but that's okay. I'm not upset over it. Annie's my valentine today and I love her and Taylor and Sarah and Claire muchly. (Not to mention all my other fantastic friends!)


All in all, I'm pretty happy with my life. I have so much to be thankful for.


-Glind


EDIT: Oh, and my fiancee gave me amazing chocolate for almost forgetting to wish me a happy valentine's day, but it's okay. I forgive him. LOVE YOU, DANNYBOY! *wink*