So... Lately I have tried to get back into writing... AND I HAVE BEEN SONGWRITING! Yep. Songwriting. I had worked on a lot of poetry a while back... And for the past few weeks I've been working on melodies. VERY recently I have been working with both!! SO I QUESTION... Do any of you guys do songwriting? What kind? What format?
I hope to maybe put some of the stuff I've been doing up soon!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Finding Awesome Books
So... Now that school is coming back into session for me... I have been trying to find some good solid novels to read. There are actually some REALLY GREAT websites out there to find them!
I started on http://www.randomhouse.com/teens/ where I found some awesome reads specifically for teen girls (click Books, then For Girls). They have awesome summaries of all the books you find.
Then... I checked out http://www.goodreads.com/ where you can create an account and see what other people are reading and liking/recommending. Reviews from this site can be SO helpful!
Finally, I took the search over to http://whatshouldireadnext.com/. I love this site because just one beloved book can get you many good recommendations. Just make sure the book you use is REALLY one that you enjoyed.
And very last... You can always check out my AMAZING book recommendations here!
I started on http://www.randomhouse.com/teens/ where I found some awesome reads specifically for teen girls (click Books, then For Girls). They have awesome summaries of all the books you find.
Then... I checked out http://www.goodreads.com/ where you can create an account and see what other people are reading and liking/recommending. Reviews from this site can be SO helpful!
Finally, I took the search over to http://whatshouldireadnext.com/. I love this site because just one beloved book can get you many good recommendations. Just make sure the book you use is REALLY one that you enjoyed.
And very last... You can always check out my AMAZING book recommendations here!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
A poem because of the world.
Hope you guys like this poem... getting back into writing some poetry and hoping it is relateable. Comment and tell me what you think!
Wanting
but overwhelmed.
So many things
people
problems.
Unsolved.
Raging.
Wars and violence and little things.
And people who I can help.
But so many.
Too many.
So many
almost not worth trying.
But still worth trying.
Because even if there are some
that will go unsaved,
so many can be saved.
We will save so many.
Enough.
Even one would be enough
of a reason to try.
So we will try.
And we will succeed.
Wanting
but overwhelmed.
So many things
people
problems.
Unsolved.
Raging.
Wars and violence and little things.
And people who I can help.
But so many.
Too many.
So many
almost not worth trying.
But still worth trying.
Because even if there are some
that will go unsaved,
so many can be saved.
We will save so many.
Enough.
Even one would be enough
of a reason to try.
So we will try.
And we will succeed.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
I haven't Gotten Very Far!
So. Though I have been doing very little work on my Camp Nano novel I wanted to give you all what I do have!
Chapter 52: Anna
He asked me to do the impossible. And I agreed. I’m going to save her.
And I did it all in a daze. They took my blood.Tested it. To see if we are a match. We are. And it starts to sink in. That I agreed to this. That I am really saving her life. That I have to go through with this or she will die. Die. DIE. I can’t let her die. And that is the whole point. That is why I am here. And away from Abby. And that is why George is almost smiling now. That’s his name. George. The wiry brother boy from Alice’s room. He is really the one who I had to do it for. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel, when you talked to him, that if she fell, he would fall to. I couldn’t let them both die. I hadn’t even thought maybe I could save Alice. I didn’t even care. Well, I did. But I shouldn’t have. Because I don’t know her. But there is something about a human life. Something you never want to let go of unless absolutely unavoidable. I am the detour for this one. The way around the fatal cliff.
Chapter 53: Alice
Its been a long time since I've seen either of them. My memmories of how they look. How they walk and how they stand. All of it is so blurry. But I don't know if I even care. It's all so complicated. And I'm trying to piece together my feelings in my head. But I don't even know if I want to. But what if I am going to die.
I’m only fifteen. This should not be my last year. My last smiles and thoughts and wonders and it is way to much to describe even to myself. The idea that I really might die. Tonight or tomorrow. And all because my blood is dirty. Or at least thats what they say. But I halfway almost don’t trust them, the doctors, I mean. And there are a thousand reasons why but the biggest is George. Because he is acting stange. And sometimes I wonder if kidney failure really is even what I have. My blood runs through machines that keep me alive. But I don’t know what to say or what to do. And what if I ripped them out. All of the little wires and tubes. Or should I rot here forever? Or just until I die.
Chapter 54: Anna
It’s like she’s not even there anymore. Because she isn’t. Even though I stare at her little body and push all of my hope into it she is still dead to me. It should be painful, but it is almost not because I knew it. But still the strings that are trying to hold me together say that she is here and she is going to be okay. And now i don’t even know now who I want to believe.
And then I have regrets. Of everyt ime I went out with my friends and the times before Fran died, even. The times when I was so happy and we all were but it was so hard for her and all the times she tugged on my skirt and said in her sweetest ‘I love you’ syrup voice, “Anna,” and then she would look up at me with little hurt eyes and say, “Where you going?” And I knew it was her playing with me but its sao hard. So absolutely hard now. That I didn’t wrap my arms around the Abby I knew and hold onto her forever. That I know if she dies it will be my fault. But it is already like she is dead. It is already my fault.
Chapter 55: Alice
Despair
Chapter 56: Anna
Regret
Chapter 57: Alice
Shivers
Chapter 58: Anna
Admittance
Chapter 59: Alice
Scared.
Unimaginably scared.
Chapter 52: Anna
He asked me to do the impossible. And I agreed. I’m going to save her.
And I did it all in a daze. They took my blood.Tested it. To see if we are a match. We are. And it starts to sink in. That I agreed to this. That I am really saving her life. That I have to go through with this or she will die. Die. DIE. I can’t let her die. And that is the whole point. That is why I am here. And away from Abby. And that is why George is almost smiling now. That’s his name. George. The wiry brother boy from Alice’s room. He is really the one who I had to do it for. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel, when you talked to him, that if she fell, he would fall to. I couldn’t let them both die. I hadn’t even thought maybe I could save Alice. I didn’t even care. Well, I did. But I shouldn’t have. Because I don’t know her. But there is something about a human life. Something you never want to let go of unless absolutely unavoidable. I am the detour for this one. The way around the fatal cliff.
Chapter 53: Alice
Its been a long time since I've seen either of them. My memmories of how they look. How they walk and how they stand. All of it is so blurry. But I don't know if I even care. It's all so complicated. And I'm trying to piece together my feelings in my head. But I don't even know if I want to. But what if I am going to die.
I’m only fifteen. This should not be my last year. My last smiles and thoughts and wonders and it is way to much to describe even to myself. The idea that I really might die. Tonight or tomorrow. And all because my blood is dirty. Or at least thats what they say. But I halfway almost don’t trust them, the doctors, I mean. And there are a thousand reasons why but the biggest is George. Because he is acting stange. And sometimes I wonder if kidney failure really is even what I have. My blood runs through machines that keep me alive. But I don’t know what to say or what to do. And what if I ripped them out. All of the little wires and tubes. Or should I rot here forever? Or just until I die.
Chapter 54: Anna
It’s like she’s not even there anymore. Because she isn’t. Even though I stare at her little body and push all of my hope into it she is still dead to me. It should be painful, but it is almost not because I knew it. But still the strings that are trying to hold me together say that she is here and she is going to be okay. And now i don’t even know now who I want to believe.
And then I have regrets. Of everyt ime I went out with my friends and the times before Fran died, even. The times when I was so happy and we all were but it was so hard for her and all the times she tugged on my skirt and said in her sweetest ‘I love you’ syrup voice, “Anna,” and then she would look up at me with little hurt eyes and say, “Where you going?” And I knew it was her playing with me but its sao hard. So absolutely hard now. That I didn’t wrap my arms around the Abby I knew and hold onto her forever. That I know if she dies it will be my fault. But it is already like she is dead. It is already my fault.
Chapter 55: Alice
Despair
Chapter 56: Anna
Regret
Chapter 57: Alice
Shivers
Chapter 58: Anna
Admittance
Chapter 59: Alice
Scared.
Unimaginably scared.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
The Scary World Out There
I've been researching some stuff to make sure the make-up brands I've been using are animal-friendly. I found some scary stuff I wanted to share.
This all really does make you shiver. But it isn't near as scary for us as it is for these animals.
I would give you more videos to watch, but most of them are unbearable.
These animals are so innocent.
(Don't worry, this one is bearable but sad)
Free them.
This all really does make you shiver. But it isn't near as scary for us as it is for these animals.
I would give you more videos to watch, but most of them are unbearable.
These animals are so innocent.
(Don't worry, this one is bearable but sad)
Free them.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
SO. Dare I tell you.
Hello internet! I haven't posted on you in a very long time because I have a secret! I am going to create a new blog. More like have already created. Not to replace this one but to discuss another side of me, health, which I'm sure if I discussed on here along with my writing and activism it would be too much for any brain. And I want all of you to keep good working brains because I like reading your blogs. ANYHOW. I hope you all will be eagerly anticipating a link to this VERY interesting new blog and I can promise you your brain will not be disappointed!
While you wait eagerly please enjoy this video. Because the dog really does look like it is smiling.
While you wait eagerly please enjoy this video. Because the dog really does look like it is smiling.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Everything!!!
Okay... Today I have kind of a lot to post about!
First, I want to give you all another peek at my novel!
Here goes...!!!
Chapter 48: Anna
I curl up in the chair outside her room. I am always crying now. I can’t stop. The tears just stream constantly. Because no matter how happy I am my baby sister is still in a coma. The rough fabric of the hospital chair absorbs my fitful tears. I have no one. Out here. through all of this. I have me. They don’t even talk to me anymore, my school friends, I mean. When I stopped being shallow and vain and fake they stopped being there. Here. Supporting me.
I am so alone in this world.
And it scares me. And I stare at the plaid fabric, blurry through my cascading sorrow. How much I just don’t care about anything but Abby. And Alice. And healing.
Footsteps walk towards me.
I stay curled in a ball. Because tears would blind me anyway. And he hugs me. But I don’t even know them.The arms. Wiry and white. But I stay frozen, in the warmth of an awkward hug.
Chapter 49: Alice
George left. Me. I woke up and my fuzzy vision revealed his absence.
I am scared.
He’s never left before.
And after that weird popular girl came.
The one I was matched with.
She came, I guess, but I was asleep and then I woke up and it was really scary because she was so weak and that is not how she is supposed to look. She is one of those flawless girls. And now, though I try not to be, I am scared for her.
Chapter 50: Anna
The wiry kid is the same one as the one in Alice’s room and he just sat down next to me and he is about to say something and thoughts race thorugh my mind. My heart pounds. Questions. But why is he here?
“Hi.” He says it as if it is the most normal thing in the world. Because it should be. But nothing is normal in these hallways. And he continues, his pale face and red as blood lips barely moving as he enunciates perfectly. “I am Alice’s older brother.” I had wondered. Who the thin boy was. because he was thin. So thin. He still is. I guess I am too. It is so hard to break yourself away to eat.
I look at him. Square in the eye. It shows me nothing. Glazed over, closed to the world. But that tells me everything. It says how hard this is for him. How close he is to her. How hopeful he was. How resigned he is. He is my story. Every last piece of it.
“I need a favor,” he says.
My life was changed forever.
Chapter 51: Alice
He hugs me. Which I must say, is QUITE a feat. There are a million wires in me. Out of me. Winding around me. Burrowing through my skin and hiding underneath me flesh. Vampires, sucking at my blood.
He pulls away and looks at me. Oh George. My father. And I his mother. There is a muted hope in his eyes. But it is in his face too. I almost ask him. But I won’t miss the sad, resigned look.
Did you like it?!?!
... And Second!!!
Skyscraper is a really great song I actually discovered just recently!
Last, here is Christina Grimmie's new music video. Personally, I really don't like it. I love her. Adore her voice. But I really don't think this is her best. Tell me what you think?
Whoo. That was long. Now go process it all!
First, I want to give you all another peek at my novel!
Here goes...!!!
Chapter 48: Anna
I curl up in the chair outside her room. I am always crying now. I can’t stop. The tears just stream constantly. Because no matter how happy I am my baby sister is still in a coma. The rough fabric of the hospital chair absorbs my fitful tears. I have no one. Out here. through all of this. I have me. They don’t even talk to me anymore, my school friends, I mean. When I stopped being shallow and vain and fake they stopped being there. Here. Supporting me.
I am so alone in this world.
And it scares me. And I stare at the plaid fabric, blurry through my cascading sorrow. How much I just don’t care about anything but Abby. And Alice. And healing.
Footsteps walk towards me.
I stay curled in a ball. Because tears would blind me anyway. And he hugs me. But I don’t even know them.The arms. Wiry and white. But I stay frozen, in the warmth of an awkward hug.
Chapter 49: Alice
George left. Me. I woke up and my fuzzy vision revealed his absence.
I am scared.
He’s never left before.
And after that weird popular girl came.
The one I was matched with.
She came, I guess, but I was asleep and then I woke up and it was really scary because she was so weak and that is not how she is supposed to look. She is one of those flawless girls. And now, though I try not to be, I am scared for her.
Chapter 50: Anna
The wiry kid is the same one as the one in Alice’s room and he just sat down next to me and he is about to say something and thoughts race thorugh my mind. My heart pounds. Questions. But why is he here?
“Hi.” He says it as if it is the most normal thing in the world. Because it should be. But nothing is normal in these hallways. And he continues, his pale face and red as blood lips barely moving as he enunciates perfectly. “I am Alice’s older brother.” I had wondered. Who the thin boy was. because he was thin. So thin. He still is. I guess I am too. It is so hard to break yourself away to eat.
I look at him. Square in the eye. It shows me nothing. Glazed over, closed to the world. But that tells me everything. It says how hard this is for him. How close he is to her. How hopeful he was. How resigned he is. He is my story. Every last piece of it.
“I need a favor,” he says.
My life was changed forever.
Chapter 51: Alice
He hugs me. Which I must say, is QUITE a feat. There are a million wires in me. Out of me. Winding around me. Burrowing through my skin and hiding underneath me flesh. Vampires, sucking at my blood.
He pulls away and looks at me. Oh George. My father. And I his mother. There is a muted hope in his eyes. But it is in his face too. I almost ask him. But I won’t miss the sad, resigned look.
Did you like it?!?!
... And Second!!!
Skyscraper is a really great song I actually discovered just recently!
Last, here is Christina Grimmie's new music video. Personally, I really don't like it. I love her. Adore her voice. But I really don't think this is her best. Tell me what you think?
Whoo. That was long. Now go process it all!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
FIVE MEALS
Hey everybody. So I have been thinking recently about my diet and such and I wanted to share with you all some websites I found supporting eating five or six mini-meals every day. I'm actually considering this... so tell me what you think!!
This one talks about one guy who supports it.
This one gives a little advice and tells about how it workewd for one girl.
This one gives a little advice about what to eat and advertises that Rihanna eats this diet.
Tell me what you guys think! Do any of you eat like this already?!?!
This one talks about one guy who supports it.
This one gives a little advice and tells about how it workewd for one girl.
This one gives a little advice about what to eat and advertises that Rihanna eats this diet.
Tell me what you guys think! Do any of you eat like this already?!?!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Happy Birthday Nelson Mandela!
I have to shout out to this guy today, on his 93rd birthday! Those of you who don't know about this anti-apartheid activist, learn about him. Because his story is inspirational and a fight that suppressed people are still fighting many places in the world today. You inspire me, Mandela, and I hope you live a long, happy life, and continue to inspire good around the globe.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Whoa I've been writing.
Well, I don't want to confuse anybody, so I want to make clear that the novel I was posting excerpts from a couple weeks ago is not my camp nanowrimo novel. I started a new one for camp. AND I am finally ready to give you guys a sneak peek!
Ready?
Here goes nothing.
These are two random chapters (my chapters are really short) from the novel I'm writing. And by the way they are from two different perspectives, one from each of my main characters.
Okay. Let's go.
Chapter 13: Anna
They crawl into my mind. Images. Him. Me. It. Her. Her. Mom.
We were there but it was Fran. Only Fran. And they don’t know who to blame now. if it should be me or her but we don’t even know ourselves. If we really caused it. And Abby barely gets that Fran is gone. My father calls her a murderer. But even she doesn’t know what happened.
And then he retreated inside himself because his little jewel was gone. And never looked back.
Everything. Images of my fear. And my shivering. And the daunting task of opening my eyes. And images. His face. So worried. But not for us.The sadness you see in his eyes. The anger.
It eats at the edges of my thoughts, skim along the sides of my words, grab onto every idea in my head. Everything follows me. It doesn’t want me to be Anna. They want me to be weak. And scared. And I am.
I stare absentmindedly at Mr. Magomez. But you don’t see what I do. Nightmares overpower him. His face turns into a smirk. His eyes dark. Like my father’s.
I break away. Smile at Eric. But Every part of me knows that I can never break away.
Chapter 16: Alice
I ride the bus home. It smells like rotten candy and shampoo and weed and gum and dirty fabric and swallowed pride and touching people and rough-housing and whispered secrets and the way people talk when they’re tired. It’s horrible. But it’s almost good because it’s familiar and old and I remember when I rode the bus when I was five and it was the first day of school and I had a full belly and a bright smile and I was so scared and I sat in the way back of the bus because I didn’t know anybody. And when I was seven and we crashed and we had to switch buses and when we got on the other one Johnny Templeton sat on me because his girlfriend dared him too, but he told everyone he liked it. And then I was ten and I had food in my stomach the day when George told me he was dating this girl and she kissed him on the cheek on the bus one day and he couldn’t stop telling you about it and we all had food in our bellies.
I step off the bus, but it’s hard because it’s already hard keeping the tears at bay, because it’s hard thinking of those times. We were all so little and so innocent before hunger and anger corrupted us all. Before the world gave us a wake-up call that we should start living our lives. Back when we were so small and we were always energetic and jumping and I get off the bus and leave it all behind. All behind me.
And then I’m crying and the tears are rushing and my eyes are burning and I can’t stop asking myself “Why is it like this now? Why couldn’t it always stay the same?” and George is beside me like he always is. No questions asked. But I wish I could talk to him about it. The days when we used to be faces full of sunshine. Because we were really proud back then and now we are only pretending. It’s not our fault. It’s the world’s and I try to answer my own questions but I can’t. I never can. Because there really aren’t reasons for what happened. It just did.
Ready?
Here goes nothing.
These are two random chapters (my chapters are really short) from the novel I'm writing. And by the way they are from two different perspectives, one from each of my main characters.
Okay. Let's go.
Chapter 13: Anna
They crawl into my mind. Images. Him. Me. It. Her. Her. Mom.
We were there but it was Fran. Only Fran. And they don’t know who to blame now. if it should be me or her but we don’t even know ourselves. If we really caused it. And Abby barely gets that Fran is gone. My father calls her a murderer. But even she doesn’t know what happened.
And then he retreated inside himself because his little jewel was gone. And never looked back.
Everything. Images of my fear. And my shivering. And the daunting task of opening my eyes. And images. His face. So worried. But not for us.The sadness you see in his eyes. The anger.
It eats at the edges of my thoughts, skim along the sides of my words, grab onto every idea in my head. Everything follows me. It doesn’t want me to be Anna. They want me to be weak. And scared. And I am.
I stare absentmindedly at Mr. Magomez. But you don’t see what I do. Nightmares overpower him. His face turns into a smirk. His eyes dark. Like my father’s.
I break away. Smile at Eric. But Every part of me knows that I can never break away.
Chapter 16: Alice
I ride the bus home. It smells like rotten candy and shampoo and weed and gum and dirty fabric and swallowed pride and touching people and rough-housing and whispered secrets and the way people talk when they’re tired. It’s horrible. But it’s almost good because it’s familiar and old and I remember when I rode the bus when I was five and it was the first day of school and I had a full belly and a bright smile and I was so scared and I sat in the way back of the bus because I didn’t know anybody. And when I was seven and we crashed and we had to switch buses and when we got on the other one Johnny Templeton sat on me because his girlfriend dared him too, but he told everyone he liked it. And then I was ten and I had food in my stomach the day when George told me he was dating this girl and she kissed him on the cheek on the bus one day and he couldn’t stop telling you about it and we all had food in our bellies.
I step off the bus, but it’s hard because it’s already hard keeping the tears at bay, because it’s hard thinking of those times. We were all so little and so innocent before hunger and anger corrupted us all. Before the world gave us a wake-up call that we should start living our lives. Back when we were so small and we were always energetic and jumping and I get off the bus and leave it all behind. All behind me.
And then I’m crying and the tears are rushing and my eyes are burning and I can’t stop asking myself “Why is it like this now? Why couldn’t it always stay the same?” and George is beside me like he always is. No questions asked. But I wish I could talk to him about it. The days when we used to be faces full of sunshine. Because we were really proud back then and now we are only pretending. It’s not our fault. It’s the world’s and I try to answer my own questions but I can’t. I never can. Because there really aren’t reasons for what happened. It just did.
Friday, July 8, 2011
ALL NIGHTER
If you are pulling an all nighter for camp nano here is my semi-tired advice. First, if you aren't tired yet, read this entire thing because its REALLY helpful. If you need a little waking up watch this video just because I said so. If your brain stops working, try to figure out what this is. If you have a cold watch this one. BUT THE MOST ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL THING TO DO DURING AN ALL NIGHTER IS STAY AWAKE!!! Sometimes when you're really tired you end up falling asleep in strange places.
That's not good.
That's not good.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
SUMMER
Do you like my remodel? It makes me feel psychedelic.
CONTINUING...
It is THE MIDDLE OF summer where I live and I am excited.
Summer so floaty, and free, and fun.
Juice, flowers, chlorine, hiking and sun.
Spinning in circles.
Wow. This poem is crap.
Shout out to Abbigayle because she has cute hair!
In addition... (:D)
I want to know how you are doing on your Camp novel because I have writer's block so please make me jealous; tell me, brag to me about how many words you have!!
CONTINUING...
It is THE MIDDLE OF summer where I live and I am excited.
Summer so floaty, and free, and fun.
Juice, flowers, chlorine, hiking and sun.
Spinning in circles.
Wow. This poem is crap.
Shout out to Abbigayle because she has cute hair!
In addition... (:D)
I want to know how you are doing on your Camp novel because I have writer's block so please make me jealous; tell me, brag to me about how many words you have!!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
DON"T STEP ON ANTS!
As summer comes into full swing, today, I beg you not to step on ants purposely. Just don't do it. Even if it's tiny. Even if its brain is smaller than a pea. Even if it is so fragile. Even if there are millions. Even if you just don't care. Killing an ant is still killing. Don't step on them. Don't burn them (its gruesome). DON"T KILL THEM. Just don't.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Yes I am staying at camp nanowilderness
I think I must tell you that I am going to be in a strange state of writingmania this month. I'm going to write a novel. To most of you, this is a challenging, but accomplishable feat. Go it. Let me know if you are also part of this interesting venture. We can do it TOGETHER. Did you notice that I'm into working together?
Visit me at http://www.campnanowrimo.org/campers/petuniataha
Because thats just who I am. Tata now. See you in the nanowilderness!!
(I'm hoping this explains the random word count bar in the upper right corner...!!!)
Visit me at http://www.campnanowrimo.org/campers/petuniataha
Because thats just who I am. Tata now. See you in the nanowilderness!!
(I'm hoping this explains the random word count bar in the upper right corner...!!!)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Something Serious
Recently, I heard about a new horrendous form of animal torture. These things happen all the time. In order to help get rid of them, we HAVE to be educated about them. So I'm sharing this issue with you all today. Bear dancing. It sounds weird. It is torture. Bears are mutilated and forced to dance on hot coals after being kidnapped as cubs. European countries STILL have bear dancers in rural places. How would you feel? Personally, I would want help. Let's start something. Something bigger than us and blogging, and writing, and growing up, and for most of us, being teenagers. Let's start a movement. Let's blog and tweet, and Facebook, and JUST TAlK about this. If people know they can make a difference. We CAN save these tortured bears together. People really don't know about this issue. I beg you. Help these bears. Just tell people.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
People Watching
People watching can be cool (like this redheaded baby!). If it is too planned, it is weird. If it is too organized, it is weird. If it is a weird stalker dude it is definitely weird. And scary. And a weensy bit stalkerish. But if it is me. Don't be scared. Really. I probably won't eat you. I'll just stare at you until your soul falls out. JOKING!
Muahahaha.
(That was evil laughter.)
Muahahaha.
(That was evil laughter.)
Saturday, June 25, 2011
My favorite quotes!!
I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass.
-Maya Angelou
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
-Maya Angelou
Haha. Guess what? I KICK ASS BY MAKING PEOPLE FEEL WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!!!!
-Maya Angelou
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
-Maya Angelou
Haha. Guess what? I KICK ASS BY MAKING PEOPLE FEEL WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!!!!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
For bitter old men
Just show them this.
I love laughing babies. And toddlers. And kind of adults too. If only there were laughing llamas...
AND CHECK OUT MORE OF MY WRITING UNDER THE My Novel TAB!!!!
I love laughing babies. And toddlers. And kind of adults too. If only there were laughing llamas...
AND CHECK OUT MORE OF MY WRITING UNDER THE My Novel TAB!!!!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
My new word of the day is Whahh!!
I seem to like "Whahh!!" just so very much. It may have something to so with the fact that I am a ninja. Because I am a ninja. Just so we are all clear. I don't ever know this blogger, but I love her ninja photo. It makes me feel so invigorated. As does this song that I am randomely addicted to. Because today I feel pretty and witty, and I TOTALLY pity and girl who isn't me today. Because I am a NINJA.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Vegetables!!!!!
IM A VEGGIE!! Meaning I eat no meat whatsoever. Pretty cool, huh? It was actually a really easy decision to make for me. One day, I just realized it was the right thing to do. If you have any questions, ask me, and tell me how you feel about vegetarianism. Are you one? Ever thought about it? And now I go to roleplay on nanowrimo-- with my scary charrie!!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The beginning of something else
I am totally bubbling from excitement now, because I have a new novel idea. Its deep and dark and scary and it might make you cry and gasp and scream and shiver in horrific fear, but its a thriller. And it is what I am going to write this summer. Check out my novel page for the beginning, but in the meantime, here is a little explanation by the main character...
When I was thirteen, I watched my best friend die. As a matter of fact, I killed her. And tore her into tiny pieces. And roasted her flesh over a fire. And ate her. And here I am, back where people are sane. And Her bones are far away. But the voices are always close. Her voice. Shouting at me. Asking me why I stopped, didn't eat her face, didn't drink all the blood, didn't scrape the marrow from her bones. And I'm scared. That they will find out what I did, and they will make me do it again. And the next one is the baby growing inside of me. And I will have to eat my baby. And her little face and lips, and drink her blood to quench my thirst- like the savage animal she would have been.
When I was thirteen, I watched my best friend die. As a matter of fact, I killed her. And tore her into tiny pieces. And roasted her flesh over a fire. And ate her. And here I am, back where people are sane. And Her bones are far away. But the voices are always close. Her voice. Shouting at me. Asking me why I stopped, didn't eat her face, didn't drink all the blood, didn't scrape the marrow from her bones. And I'm scared. That they will find out what I did, and they will make me do it again. And the next one is the baby growing inside of me. And I will have to eat my baby. And her little face and lips, and drink her blood to quench my thirst- like the savage animal she would have been.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
I am the pianist
SO TODAY AT ABOUT FIVE OCLOCK IN THE MORNING I STARTED A NEW PIANO SONG!!!! Are you ready to be dazed by wonder when I tell you what it is? Jar of Hearts. When I love a song, I prettymuch go obsessive. and now I am fully encompassed by this song. DOn't worry. I will get over it. One day in the distant future.
You might cry, but this blog is so touching. Read the story of this little girl. Just read it.
You might cry, but this blog is so touching. Read the story of this little girl. Just read it.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Why does everyone want red hair?????
I am lucky enough to be one of the world's redheads.It irks me that everybody is jealous!! Comment. Tell me why the heck everybody wants my hair.
OOOOOooohh. AND GUESS WHAT??? JAR OF HEARTS IS AN AMAZING SONG
AMAZING EMOTION!!! I mean, "you're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul." How often do you get a lyric like that?!?!?!
WOW
OOOOOooohh. AND GUESS WHAT??? JAR OF HEARTS IS AN AMAZING SONG
AMAZING EMOTION!!! I mean, "you're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul." How often do you get a lyric like that?!?!?!
WOW
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Spoon Mania
I have finally discovered the genious way to make spoons in the wilderness. And it is from an old guy. Every time I try to do this, I try using fire, or end up stabbing myself with a knife, but now I am going to go out and make a magical spoon to show off using this method.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
The progress of my cactus
As many of you know from a previous post, a longtime dream of mine has finally been granted to me; I have gotten a cactus. It was doing well for a while, but then... AND THEN... IT died. I wrote a very sad poem about my cactus.
Oh cactus,
Why did you die?
I loved you so very much,
I can't lie.
Cactus,
now that you are gone,
I feel so sad.
Wow. What am I on??
Oh cactus,
Why did you die?
I loved you so very much,
I can't lie.
Cactus,
now that you are gone,
I feel so sad.
Wow. What am I on??
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Books I want to write + amazingness
After finding a fun list of 100 blog topics to write about (http://www.chrisbrogan.com/100-blog-topics-i-hope-you-write/) I decided I needed to write at least ten of these. Here is the first.
#25- Books I want to write
Being a writer and all, this one is hard for me. There are so many books in my head. The first one is based on Speak and definitely gives a different perspective than Laurie's (me being fourteen and all, and her being old). The second book is the story of Weird Dude. He is MY COOLEST CHARACTER. He is pretty much based on the idea of surprises, and doing whatever is least expected. He has a little trouble fitting into modern society, but he makes it okay. The final book I want to write, and am working on right now is my autobiography. It will be valuble when I'm president.
And... the #3 reason I am awesome!!!!!!
I am a floutist. One day we will rule the world.
I think I must add #4 to that.
I'm a wee bit obsessed with world domination. (evil cackles)
#25- Books I want to write
Being a writer and all, this one is hard for me. There are so many books in my head. The first one is based on Speak and definitely gives a different perspective than Laurie's (me being fourteen and all, and her being old). The second book is the story of Weird Dude. He is MY COOLEST CHARACTER. He is pretty much based on the idea of surprises, and doing whatever is least expected. He has a little trouble fitting into modern society, but he makes it okay. The final book I want to write, and am working on right now is my autobiography. It will be valuble when I'm president.
And... the #3 reason I am awesome!!!!!!
I am a floutist. One day we will rule the world.
I think I must add #4 to that.
I'm a wee bit obsessed with world domination. (evil cackles)
Saturday, May 28, 2011
LLAMAS!!!!
As many of you are aware, I love llamas. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Especially when they are scared. But taunting them can get you into trouble. So watch out for llamas and if you have one, go hug it. And show it you really do love it. Have a happy Memmorial Day, and tell your llama the same.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
A random story
Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom lived a dwarf. This dwarf wanted all the jewels and riches in the entire kingdom to himself, so he used his magical powers to kill everybody. Then, he flew around on his dragon and collected all the riches in the entire kingdom. He brought the princess back to life, and they flew away into the sunset.
Wow. This is my failed attempt at fantasy. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a realistic fiction writer.
Wow. This is my failed attempt at fantasy. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a realistic fiction writer.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Thinking About Who I Am Is Weird
Sometimes I thik I'm just words, strung into a person, or a piece of an ecosystem, biology at work. Sometimes I think I'm just cells glued together by who-knows-what. Sometimes I think about myself as everything you and him and her are. Sometimes, though, I think I'm special, and amazing, and something different. But everyone thinks they're different, and I never know if I'm more different than other people are different. And every once in a while, I just know. But I can never really draw the line between who I am and who I pretend to be.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
After Free Hugs
After the free hugs phenomenon that captured the internet a couple years ago, a smaller, but even more touching thing took the scene. Check out a compliments to strangers video. I wish I could make so many people smile.
Also, check out more of my novel.. I posted the next bit.
Also, check out more of my novel.. I posted the next bit.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Friends who dream about you
It scares me when people tell me they dreamed about me. Doesn't it you? Yesterday, a friend came up to me in the school lockeroom, while I was not wearing pants, and informed me that I had been a pink power puff in her dream the previous night. It freaked me out so bad!! It is just so random!!
And... Reason number 2 that I am awesome!!!!
I am freaked out by many strange things. And spiders. Hehe spiders. AND LLAMAS!!!!!!!!
And... Reason number 2 that I am awesome!!!!
I am freaked out by many strange things. And spiders. Hehe spiders. AND LLAMAS!!!!!!!!
Are You An Atheist? NO longer!
The reasons god exists
This means he is real, right?? POst YOUR opinio in the comments,and if you have red hair check out this cool makeup video... (skip to 1:01 because she babbles SO MUCH!)
This means he is real, right?? POst YOUR opinio in the comments,and if you have red hair check out this cool makeup video... (skip to 1:01 because she babbles SO MUCH!)
Friday, May 13, 2011
Craazziness in B flat
the weirdest music, but totally cool, you havetotryitness here
And on another random note, the best speaker on the face of this earth is Ed Gerety. Get him to come to your school, and he will change your entire world.
And on another random note, the best speaker on the face of this earth is Ed Gerety. Get him to come to your school, and he will change your entire world.
A crusade against grammar
Grammar is frustrating, but not only is it frustrating, but it is also stupid. There are so many grammar rules about stupid things. Comment and agree!! Should we start a war against grammar??
Oh. And the current weirdest website on the internet is http://www.party-tencho.com/munekyun/ If you have or know a website weirder than this one, leave it in the comments!!
Oh. And the current weirdest website on the internet is http://www.party-tencho.com/munekyun/ If you have or know a website weirder than this one, leave it in the comments!!
Monday, May 9, 2011
I love essays; usually
Most of the time, when a teacher announces that we're going to be writing an essay, I get excited. I like essays; they're fun, but I HATE planning for them. And my global studies teacher has come up with the greatest idea!! Make me plan an essay, but not let me write it. Now, you might tell me there is an easy solution to this, to just write the essay, but that is pointless!! I wish the world went my way. And I wish I had a llama.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
More beginnings
So as you have probably gathered, I like to start new things, and this week I am finally getting down to planting a garden. The beginnings of a garden at least. And as nature is blooming outside, I am keeping my precious seeds sheltered INSIDE the house. Where my evil kitten can get to them (the downside). AND I ALMOST FORGOT TO TELL YOU THE OTHER PART!!!! I GOT A CACTUS!!!! You see, thsi has been a dream of mine for year after year, and finally, it has come true. I am the lucky owner of a cactus!!!!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Writing novels is fun
So I wrote a novel in November; everyone who is anyone did. And now I am looking at it, and editing it, and I think I want to share some of it with you. So I will. And I'll start with the beginning. Check out my "My Novel" page for the story!! Comment and criticize!! I hope to be published some day, not with this novel, but another one I have an idea for... enjoy!!
So. Today I begin
a new piano piece. (Did I tell you I play piano, internet? I do.) I can't believe I am done with the last one already!! I'm going for a Billy Joel song this time, and am trying to decide which one to do. I will get back to you, and let everyone know what I have chosen. In the meantime, I will tell you a story.
Once upon a time there was a llama. This llama decided it did not like my friend, you see. And this friend, you must also see, was not really a friend. She was more of a frenemy. And at this time, it just so happened that we were fighting. And so,when this llama decided to express its distasteful feelings, I was pleased, as I watched it shoot saliva directly into her eye.
Do you like llamas?? Think carefully. This can be a life-changing decision.
Once upon a time there was a llama. This llama decided it did not like my friend, you see. And this friend, you must also see, was not really a friend. She was more of a frenemy. And at this time, it just so happened that we were fighting. And so,when this llama decided to express its distasteful feelings, I was pleased, as I watched it shoot saliva directly into her eye.
Do you like llamas?? Think carefully. This can be a life-changing decision.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Now that you know me
i can start being me. And I can show you how amazing i am.
10 reasons I am amazing!
1. I am a great prose writer.
On that note, I am trying to find a good topic for my new novel that I am starting. I am super-bad at plots, so if any of you have suggestions, I would be SO grateful!!
http://ywp.nanowrimo.org/node/875361
(I will get to the last 9 some other time)
10 reasons I am amazing!
1. I am a great prose writer.
On that note, I am trying to find a good topic for my new novel that I am starting. I am super-bad at plots, so if any of you have suggestions, I would be SO grateful!!
http://ywp.nanowrimo.org/node/875361
(I will get to the last 9 some other time)
Monday, April 25, 2011
The beginning of something
Hello Internet. My name is Petunia.I am a crazy writer girl. I am a dreamer. I am your new president. I am a flirtatious Girl Scout. I am smart and pretty and vain, and pretty much your normal teenage girl. Except for my behind the scenes life. Where I am the real me.
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