Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Contrary to what the post title may have you believe, I'm fine. I'm just feeling great right now. I'm simply flowing out creativity and work and... I'm enjoying it. I can't believe how much fun I am having!

A very wise and great man named Ernest Hemingway once said:

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

... and this cannot be more true. However, the blood is pure and I am enjoying the pain.

I Love Lazy Days

(Right now, I'm just listening to a whole crapload of Foxboro Hot Tubs)

Oy. I woke up maybe... twenty minutes ago? Yeah. That sounds right. Ahhhh. How nice is that? Now, I just have to fold some laundry and I'll have the rest of the day to do whatever I want. I'm going to write and mostly practice guitar because I have a lesson tonight that I haven't practiced at all for because of being in Minnesota. But, ya know, that's how it goes.

And that, folks, is my schedule. :)

Monday, May 30, 2011

I'm Baaaaack!

I have a monster-sized headache right now. It's not funny. The thing is I hate to take Tylenol because I don't want to develop a tolerance for it or whatever... it's weird. It's like the way I have to wait for the coffee to completely finish draining through before I take any. Or the way that I don't like to wear slippers or shoes in general. I dunno.

Anyway, I have a lot of ideas for writing projects. But I shall not spill anything! I don't want to tell. It's a secret. Shh!

Friday, May 27, 2011


♪We're packing... for a roadtrip... to Minnesota... we're leaving... soon...♪

*music stops*

Wait, what?

She has a fever of a hundred and one?



Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Don't Know What to Do

My short story, ¡Gloria!, didn't make it into the anthology. Neither did my other short stories, Incandesence and We. I have "Working Class Hero" by Green Day on repeat to make me feel better.

I looked at the anthology, and, let me be the first to tell you that some of them didn't deserve to be in there. I mean, really, if you have no idea where to place a comma or indent or use correct words and you're in middle school... oy. Furthermore, there were five or six or seven short poems that could have all been put on one page, but they each got their own page. There was a long poem that could have fit on one page if they used columns. And some students put title pages on them. Those take up space that I could have had! ¡Gloria! is only one page! I just... I'm so angry that I could hit something. I'm ticked off. There has to be some sort of bias. I swear.

I feel like crying. That was some of my best work and it's not even good enough to go in our school's writing anthology. I just... I can't comprehend to you how awful and unappreciated I feel right now. There were people all over the school hunched over these booklets and I just wanted to throw up because they would never know how much it hurts me that they won't see my work of art. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into that short story. I can't... I just... I'm so... I don't even know. It's like I'm suddenly not good enough. My teachers told me to submit something, so I did. Everyone said, "For sure!" "Of course you'll get in!" That made me so confident in my abilities and now... I'm just so low right now I don't know what to do.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Hold Up

I just had one of those "the world's against me"/teen angst moments. Holy crap. It was weird. I was writing Insomniac and, all of a sudden, I was like, "Why even bother? No one cares anyway! Anything you do doesn't even measure up to any of their standards anyway." I had to take a minute, eat some fruit snacks, stand by the open back door, and take a deep breath. Then, I sat down to write some more.

This story is doing weird things to my head, man.

Wake Me Up When School Ends

(Obviously, "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day)

We're so close. This is the home stretch...

Has anyone seen my Science book? I just had it, and poof! It's gone. Or my Algebra review? I think that it got blown off my bed, but I'm not 100% sure.

Anyway, it's been a heck of a year. I've had the time of my life. ("Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles) No lies. This year was so much better than last year. I'm not going into detail, but I think it's just because I genuinely stopped caring about what people thought and did what I wanted to do. ("21 Guns" by American Idiot Cast Feat. Green Day) I just... lived. And that's how it's supposed to be.

These last few days are going to be crazy. But, in a good way.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Photography Spree

Yesterday, we took a small trip to see my cousins. They recently had a new baby and relocated to a new house, and we decided to go say hello. It was my idea. :)

Anyway, I took a few pictures as well. I'm in the middle of uploading the good ones to dA. Some have potential, if I do say so myself.

I still have lots to do, so I hope I can get it done. I only woke up an hour ago, but I think I should have time to conquer that stack of work.

Friday, May 20, 2011


Well, friends, this is it.

My 100th post.

You may bask in my glory now. ;)

This week was crappy but had some good parts to it for me. It's like that book Before I Fall. It's 490 pages of blah, blah, blah, but it has some decent parts in it somewhere.

Start out with the bad:
  • Sick - I was sick Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. But you know that, because you read my last post, right?
  • Behind - I'm behind on my work. I have to write a speech, finish a giant review packet for our Algebra final, study for our Science final, finish my Science make-up work, and some late/redo work that I have to do. Guess how I'm spending my weekend?!
  • Tired - I haven't been sleeping well lately. For some reason, I keep waking up at, like, five in the morning and falling asleep at eleven or twelve, even. It's not fun.
  • Pain - I went to the dentist yesterday for a mouth surgery and braces adjustment. It took two hours. Do you know how hard it is to stay in the same chair with a billion fingers in your mouth for two hours? For me? Yeah, so they adjusted four teeth and removed some of my gum to adjust the fifth. It was my own personal heck. For two hours. And now, I can't chew anything without it hurting. So, I'm drinking a smoothie. It melted. :(
Now, on to the good:
  • Books - I picked up my 44 books from Monsieur Maurer today. I can't wait to dive right into them. There are so many! It's insanity. There they were when I walked into the room; waiting for me in a ginormous stack. It was so beautiful! ... I feel like a nerd.
  • 3 - There are only three whole days of school left! AHH! I made it through seventh grade! Woo hoo! ... So far, this is the oldest I've been.
And... that about sums it up. 100 posts and much more to come! Peace out, cats.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Vietnam War

I was listening to the Green Day cover of "Working Class Hero" while putting together my project for the Social Studies extension. I did another movie. I made a connection to the fact that John Lennon was against the war and, you know, that's what my project is about. A guy in class scoffed (yes, actually scoffed) when I revealed my topic. "I knew you'd work with the hippies." I could only smile. Heaaaall yeah!

I liked it better than my dream presentation, so I thought I'd upload it too. :) (Song credit - "Old Cold Bar" by Trans-Siberian Orchestra... and, yeah, it's a Christmas carol. You can't even hear it!)

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

In Sickness and Inspiration

I have been sick for the last, oh, three days or so with stomach-related issues. It was awful and I had nothing but a coffee mug of chicken broth and two pieces of toast for three days. BUT all that was worth it, I think, because while sleeping in until 10:30, I had a lucid dream (a dream where you know that you're dreaming) and I found myself smack dab in the middle of Christian and Gloria's story, starting with "Song of the Century" and ending with "See the Light". It was amazing. I had been struggling to unravel the plot to "21st Century Breakdown" the album, and, lo and effing behold, it was revealed to me! In my sleep! While sick! It just shows to go you...

Another thing - I won 40 books from the most amazering teacherdude EVER! Senor Maurer gave away 40 books to 4 students who wrote short stories based around nine very random items. You can read my story. Read the post and I'm the first entry. I wrote it almost immediately when I heard about the contest. And... it turned out well, so I put it on deviantART. So... if you have been listening to my shameless advertisements, then you have already read it. ;)

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Happy Deathday, Emily!

Well, 125 years ago today, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson died. I wanted to share this because I have always loved and will continue to love Emily's works. The funny thing is that my name is Emily and my little sister's name is Elizabeth, though we both go by nicknames.

Another thing. An amazing person on inkpop designed some covers for my short story, Incandescence.

I like the middle one bestest. ;)

Saturday, May 14, 2011

So, I better hold on...

(Needless to point out, I am indeed listening to "Basket Case" by Green Day. XD)

I decided to make a random post to say that my 100th post is coming up in... 4 posts. Which makes this my... 96th post. Sorry, it's the weekend, and I already had my brain melted by radicals in my Algebra book. ("You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by the Offspring - I lurhv this song!)

I also decided that tomorrow I am going to finish that homework that I put off. :) That's the bad thing about me. I'm a fun person to be around most of the time and I am really creative, but I am a huuuuge procrastinator. It's a horrible trait, I know, but God had to give it to someone, so how about someone with absolutely no time to spare. Thanks, God. I love you, too.

Time to change subjects! ("King of All of the World" by Old 97's) I found this story the other day that I wrote forever ago. It was on the old laptop on Word (I have to use OpenOffice now, so... nothing is compatible) and I noticed it and reread it and decided to put it on dA. It's called I Won't Let You Down, after a Rachel Diggs song. ("Mother Mary" by Foxboro Hot Tubs) It was surprisingly good for that period of writerwomanship... or whatever the word is.

Well, it's already eight o'clock. Time to ignore my family! I'm kidding. Time to drown out my family with International Superhits! XD

Friday, May 13, 2011

*insert witty post title here*

("Supermodel Robots" by the Network) So, I just got back from singing.. twice. Once during last period at school with Clare *cough*Callidora*cough*. I played my guitar and she borrowed one from Mrs. Teacherlady while her's is in the shop. We sang Rhythm of Love by the Plain White T's. It went... rather well, methinks (I had no idea that that was one word. Go figure.). They were quiet while we were performing and they howled at the end. It was fulfilling. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

There's a lot I hafta do this weekend. I want to get a jumpstart on my project for Social Studies (ANOTHER ONE! I can't even believe it. I finally get my dreams one done, school gives me a week off, and BANG! Another flippin' project thrown in my face) and write a lot. I want to finish Anna's alter ego (Adele Fournier) and write some more poetry. Maybe something for Miss Ava Maurer, a newcomer to Earth. XD There's also a Science final to study for (which I prolly won't study for) ("27th Avenue Shuffle" by Foxboro Hot Tubs) and... something else. I think it involves Algebra... and radicals. *sigh*

OH! My mother took me off the sheet for the LIT thing. I DON'T HAVE TO WORK WITH SNOT-NOSED BRATS THIS SUMMER!!! WHOO! Instead, I'm volunteering at the library and the Children's Museum (front desk only, please). Maybe some theatre too... we're not entirely sure.

Anywho... I have stuff to do and a life to get. Bye!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy May! (also a bit of a rant in there somewhere...)

(Starting out with "She's a Saint, Not a Celebrity" by the Foxboro Hot Tubs) Well, May is here. Has been for eight days. I was just lazy and didn't post cuz of weather, spring cleaning, and such other girly things I used to oppose but now can semi-tolerate. ... I guess that's what adolescence does to you.

I have to fold laundry while typing this. It's whites. Which means socks. LOTS. OF. SOCKS.

Yesterday, my mother and sisters and I took to Target to buy some stuff for my room and crap. While they were getting shampoo and deo and stuff, I snuck off to the Electronics area and wandered the music section. I picked up International Superhits! (the only Green Day CD without a PA sticker) and boughted it. ("Stuck with Me" - Green Day (irony ensues)) It made me happier. When we got home, we finished cleaning out our closets and our rooms. Mine looks different. Waaaaay different. We went with a green/black/white/gray color scheme. I got a Eiffel Tower poster to go with my ticky-tock clock. :) It's adollable. ("Broadway" - Foxboro Hot Tubs) My friend and I went shopping (for five hours before my second hair cut) and I got a lot of bottoms and some camis and other stuff. Then we got to the hair cut. A few days before, the same lady cut my hair. It looked good to me in the salon, but then it just deteriorated. And then, cut to school. BFF: Preety. ME: You hate it, don't you? BFF: Yeah...  So, I got a more stylish cut. It looks really good, I think. A lot better than it did. But, what made me angriest was that people were openly bashing it. I know it wasn't the best, but that's not what they were going for. THey hated it cuz it was short. Simply because it differed from the norm, which is shallower than a puddle in a black parking lot in July. I swear, if people think that other people have to look the same ("Boulevard of Broken Dreams" - Green Day) to be "cool", then I don't want to even think about what society has become and will evolve into. It's sad, really, that people can't open themselves up to stuff like that. Luckily, my friends explained their reasoning behind their dislike and it was okay. But my other "friends" said that they liked it and proceeded to talk about it behind my back. Huh. Nice way to be followers of God.

Anywho, now that my rant it over, we also got pictures done today. I wore salmon (but it's really pink, no matter how much I wish it wasn't). Our photographer got some great shots of me playing my guitar. Did I tell you I can (semi-)play "Here Comes the Sun" now? Yeah, I can. Be jealous.

("The Seven Deadly Sins" - Flogging Molly) I am also making slow progress on Insomniac, my short story. Faith is listening the rain (literally trying to decode its words). She's so sweet. I love her.

Anyway, I need to sort these socks. :(