Nothing but Feelings

So, I hung out with Mik a lot for the past 24 hours or so. It was great, filled with tons of laughs and great ideas. Mik introduced me to the vlogbrothers, which is made out of pure awesomeness. You guys should check it out for yourselves. Anyways, the first thing I did when I got home was watch some more of their videos. After delving deeper and deeper into the recesses of their videos, I found the video Rest in Awesome, Esther. While watching the video, I nearly cried. Wanting to know more about her, I went to her YouTube channel.
oiHSFIS SIFHSOIDF ihsafihds.ogisgoi eo
See, Esther had cancer. *Sigh* I cried so hard. Watching her videos and getting a tiny glimpse of her life was... I can't even describe it (Touching, sad, enlightening, symathetic, depressing, lovable, with a lot of epicness thrown in). Esther passed away about 4 months ago. Just seeing how much she cared for her family and how afraid she was made me cry. From what I could tell, Esther was an amazing person, even if she might have thought otherwise. She will be remembered, and she will rest in awesome.

Thank you, Mik, for introducing me to the vlogbrothers, and thank you, vlogbrothers for introducing me to Esther.

Welcome to Nerdfighteria, Maya.

FORGET YOU

My GOD.
Well.
Heh, this was all for nothing.
Figures.
I'm mad. I'm very, very mad.
But at least I'm laughing. Even though it's sardonic.
I'm still smiling.
I care, yes, but I honestly realized it wasn't worth it.
I'd really like to get a knife. A really dull knife.... Wait, no. Better, I'll use my freaking fingernails and SCRATCH HIS EYES OUT!
You have no idea how becoming that idea is to me right now.
I hope that when this is all over, that girl will break his stupid little heart.
He deserves it.
He broke mine many a time.
And he mended it again.
And then he broke it. Again.
Figures.
Well, I hope he regrets it when he sees how happy I am.
I'm over him. Oh yes, you heard me. I'm over it.
And I SO hope I get to break his heart later on.

Tataa, my friends. Happiness awaits me.

Am I jealous?

Hah. No.
I'm just irritated.
I seriously wish I could do that.
I guess "Suddenly I see" by KT Tunstall would be the song that fits my situation right now... Somewhat. Meh. Not really. I just like the song.

Once I finish translating my christmas story, I will post it on here.
Nutcracker rehearsals are tiring, but it's almost over.
Harumm. That was a good cookie. Thanks, Keira! IT WAS GINGERBREAD! :D

Oh yeah! My leg is totally messed up. Like, the ball of my foot is all weird, and then my ankle, then my knees, and finally, my hip. Like, the entire leg is out of whack. And it hurts. And I WANT IT GOOOONE! I mean, I'm gonna be dancing on it and I can't exactly be limping around the dance floor. Oh well. It will get better. I hope....

On a different note, Mik is coming! Yay!

._.

D: Tooo eaaaaarllyyyy!

So... I had to write a story for spanish. It had to be a christmas story. I wrote it. It's a work of art no matter what you guys say. A work of art despite the length, typos, cheesy jokes, etc. It's a masterpiece to me and I actually laughed when I read it over.
I went to bed at 2 AM this morning. Writing the story, doing my scarf, and watching glee. That episode made me want to cry, by the way. So freaking touching!
I woke up at 5 AM. Why? Because I needed to take a shower and my mom locked the puppies up in the bathroom. That had the only shower available at the time. Sooo, I hear this alarm, BEEP BEEP BEEP (the annoying type of Beep) and I groggily and reluctantly got up, wondering if the apocalypse would happen since I was waking up at such an ungodly hour. Well, it pretty much did. My plan consisted of waking up, silently moving the puppies to the exterior of the shower, and taking my nice, hot, relaxing shower. This is what actually happened: I went inside, crept over to the shower (Where the puppies were being kept), and three little puppies looked up at me, and I swear, they looked at me like I was some god or something. I didn't register what problems I would cause if I took them out of the shower, put them on the floor with their cage, and took my shower really quickly.
Well.
My shower was going fine, the puppies were being appreciatively calm, and I was taking my shower. Half way through, though, Large Puppy started wailing as if someone had chopped of her poor legs and put lime on them. Shocked out of my stupor from the shower, I tried to calm her and reassure her that her legs were indeed not being chopped off and being tortured. But nooooo. This dog insisted that she wanted to cry and wail because she wanted to be back in the shower. She didn't simply want to be pet. She wanted to be back in the shower because for some reason, she understood in her tiny little puppy mind that her bed was still there and she wouldn't take no for an answer.
This awkward dilemma got even worse. As the wails and whines grew louder, my poor mom got woken up and I swear, she would have murdered me right there and then for waking her up at 5 AM if there hadn't been any puppies as witnesses. I took the puppies out of the bathroom, awkwardly wrapped in a towel, while my mom shot imaginary daggers at me every once in a while.
Once the puppies were out, I was free to continue my shower. I finished it as soon as I could to help my poor mother with the puppies, who had calmed down now and were sleeping contentedly in her lap outside of the bathroom. I got dressed and sort of cowered in the corner while my mom whispered soothing words into the puppies' ears. I asked her if I could do anything, to which she replied, "I don't know." The axe-murderer tone was clear in her voice. I then offered to towel dry the shower so that we could put the puppies back in there so they could shut up. My mom accepted this idea as decent and I rushed to clean the shower before my mom decided to kill me or something. Once everything was dry, I put their stuff back in the shower and proceeded to carry their tiny little selves back to their makeshift home.
It was now 6 AM and I had nothing better to do, so I decided to make some coffee since I only got 3 hours of sleep last night.
And currently my only life sustenance that I'm using is coffee and whatever little rest I got from my 3 hour slumber.
*Yawn.*

And then it all comes crashing down...

Wow.

How miserable.
This all sucks. A lot. Geez, Maya. Leave it up to you to ruin your entire social life in one week. I'm not even kidding.
Emileano hates me because I'm "self centered and emo," while he's extremely hot-headed and dramatic. I try to act better for his sake, but he just starts yelling at me. Then I feel sad, which is exactly what he's yelling at me for, so it's an eternal loop of chaos! I seriously don't know what he wants with me. He yells and then makes me feel bad about myself and want to yell right back at him. I honestly don't know what to do with him. I mean, we used to be really, really good friends! Now we barely ever talk to each other.
Then *Ahem* actually likes Keren-ha. And I like him. And ohmygod I can't believe I'm giving you guys all this information. This situation is really, really tangled up. I've lost all hope.
Sofi's mad at me because I blame her for finding out who *Ahem* likes, which it totally is her fault! I never ever asked her to tell me who he liked. She just waltzed off and asked. I mean, it was NONE of her business! She had no right. And then she actually acts like it is her business, which completely ticks me off.
Then Keddy thinks I replaced her with a scarf... O.o

Since when did my life become so miserable? I seriously miss the times when I didn't have any homework, anyone I liked, any family problems, any insecurity about my identity. There actually was a time when I had all that. I want it back. I want my happiness back. Heck, I want my life back.

Thanksgiving was yesterday. I wasn't completely miserable then.
There are so many Beatles songs that could add up to my life's situation right now:
Yesterday
You won't see me
I'm looking through you
Hey Jude

Ugh... Just make it stop.
..Let me grow wings and fly far away from here.

Be your own Llama

xD
I always have so much fun hanging out with Keren-ha. She's awesome. And guess what! SHE GOT HER BRACES REMOVED TODAY!! YAAAAY!

I've decided I want to go to England for college :D

I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING A BLOG POST. I'M DONE. BYEEEE!

Me Notebook

So, for my birthday, I got a notebook. I had no idea what I wanted to do with this notebook, but then I decided I would fill it with my own literature. I started writing my poems in it, and short stories, but then it turned out to sort of help me channel my thoughts and simply write about life. Yeah, most of you would call that a diary, but it totally isn't. Anyways, I wanted to copy some stuff down on the computer and wanted to post them on blogger, so... yeah. (YAY FOR LONG BLOG POST!) Warning: Some of these poems/notes make absolutely no sense or don't even rhyme. I wasn't really paying attention to what exactly I was writing :P

What am I?
What do you see when you look at me?
Am I a stranger to you in this world,
Or something more?
If I came to you, would you shut the door in my face?
If I tried to get closer to you,
Would you push me away?
What am I to you?

Smoke
The smoke is thick, covering my eyes.
It's toxic, filling my lungs with filth.
I want to scream out, but I only manage to cough.
I'm blind, my eyes are stinging, my throat closing.
I try to find my way through this hell,
To get back to my sanctuary.
I battle with the smoke, losing my strength,
Thinking that my efforts are useless.
Where did this smoke come from?
Where is the fire? Does it even exist?
I'm searching for answers, my mind is storming,
And I finally figure it out.
The smoke begins to clear, I'm starting to breathe,
I'm not in any pain.
It turns out this smoke was something different.
...It was only confusion.
Stop
All these sensations
Too confusing to bear,
I keep looking for you,
But you're never there.
I try to control my feelings,
But I simply cannot,
Why can't I have a button
That has the option "Stop"?
Just give me a minute,
That's all I'm asking for.
A second to gather my thoughts,
To stop asking for more.
Stop me from drowning,
Give me a chance to sleep.
Just stop.

I am a poet
I am a poet,
Though not all things rhyme,
A master of words,
The twister of time.
I create things with my paper and pen,
I make people remember again.
I can create worlds,
And tear them down with ease.
I can write about you,
And you will do as I please.
So be weary of a poet,
The rhymer of words,
The joker of life.
Their pens don't only create words,
They also work well as a knife.

Affection
Almost everyone has someone to show their affection to, even if the other person doesn't know it. People do crazy things for so-called "love". They try to get the other person's attention, and give them little hints that they care about them. They dream. They dream that someday those two people will be together. Sometimes, you're too nervous to even talk to them, but you show your affection in different ways. But... What if that person that you "love" says something about you and they have no idea that you heard? It brings your hopes down... You force yourself to keep trying to win them over, to try even harder. But now, when you look at them, it somehow feels wrong. As if you're having second thoughts on whether you even have feelings for them. You feel like you've spent all your affection and you have nothing to hold on to. A stupid comment of "She's too tall for me" did that to me.

Get back up
If you fall, get back up.
You must stand tall and search for luck.
Don not dwell on things passed by,
Don't look back, because time flies.
Try your best, be prepared,
Do some things you've never dared.
Get back up, don't fall down,
You must smile instead of frown.
When the rain is pouring,
And you want to quit,
Think of your goal,
Make it fit.
Work hard for what you want,
Don't give up or get second thoughts.
Just get back up.


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Sadly, that's all I've managed to write in it so far. I'm bored. And these poems aren't that great. Blagh. I just wanted to write. Anyways, there we go. I'm happy now. Actually, I wanna go for a walk. Then I'll be happy.

The importance of Chocolate

Me:
If you don't understand how important chocolate is in the society of girls, you need to read this.
CHOCOLATE IS IMPORTANT
IT'S THE FUEL OF LIFE!
IT'S THE ONLY THING IN THIS WORLD THAT SAYS "I STILL LOVE YOU. I WILL COMFORT YOU FOREVER WITH MY CREAMY CHOCOLATEY-NESS AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU"
IT IS THE GLORY AND PRIZED POSSESSION OF A WOMAN
WHEN MEN FAIL HER AND SHE NEEDS LOVE SHE WILL TURN TO CHOCOLATE :'D
Chocolate... Is our friend.
That is why a man should always give a woman chocolate.

A man:
Hah! You're kidding, right?

Me:
No way!
I'm completely serious
100%
Chocolate is not a thing to joke about
It is a great DECLARATION OF LOVE! :'D
Men turn to a woman when they need comforting, but a woman cannot rely on a man. So she turns to chocolate. And the chocolate comforts her without questioning her or thinking she's lonely and needs a social life.
WHEN MAN FAILS, A WOMAN TURNS TO CHOCOLATE! IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR HER

A man:
You make it sound like we're lazy and heartless. Not all men are like that!

Me:
If not all men were like that, we women would not need chocolate. But we do. And you are.

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Okay, not *all* men are like that. But chocolate is very important. This is my perspective on chocolate. xD No offense to men.

November

Yesterday I decided I really wanted to write a blog post. I'm not sure about what, but I just did. I can't believe it's already November. Time seems to pass so fast... I'm starting to see why adults tell you to enjoy childhood while you have it, because before you know it you'll be totally grown up. It's kind of scary. So, I've decided I'm going to enjoy the little amount of years of teenage-hood that I still have. I also can't believe I'm 14. Well, I guess I have an entire year to process that. But like I said, time passes by quickly. Ugh, I'm just running around in loops right now.

I've started reading the Percy Jackson series, and it's amazing. I need the next book! Today someone asked me if reading was my passion. I contemplated this, and it's definitely one of them. I have others, such as drawing and taking pictures, but reading's definitely up in my favorite 3. I really approve of reading. I need more books x3!

I just looked up lists of emoticons. I was so overwhelmed by the awesomess of so much EMOTICON INFO! xD

I'm losing the little bit of inspiration I had to write a blog post. I shall put this to an end. Tootles.

Come on.

Oh brother. My last post was... Spontaneous and I felt like writing it. You guys are weird to be weirded out. Hmph.
I don't usually write something like that and it's not really something people write about (unless it's Lily because she can always write about her boyfriend without anyone going o-O)but I felt like writing it so there. And I really needed to write that down.

So there you go.
I'm not a robot.

Theories not good enough to prove

Ah, school... You go to school on the very first day and you have no idea what's going on. Who is who and what your classes are.
Time passes, you're meeting new people and getting acquainted with others that at the beginning of the year you never thought you would have anything to do with them. But time goes by, and you get to know them better, and realize that they're really awesome people. You start taking an interest in them that could be for the better or for the worse. You find little ways to get to know them better, to hang out with each other. And then a hint catches your eye. And then another. You're so excited about these hints, but warn yourself not to think too much of it and get your hopes up. So you decide to give little hints back, easy enough to be mistaken for just friendliness. Days go by, and you're catching any little action that could be interpreted as something more than just being nice. From the beginning you thought they might actually like you. So you observe. And then, after a couple of weeks or so, you realize that you're starting to like them. It's unbelievable that you let yourself fall for them so easily. But you can't help it. You feel happy, yet tortured. It takes all your energy to resist blurting out something you don't want them to know... yet. And you realize, that even though your theory isn't good enough to prove, you feel content with the little level of friendship that you have together. And you realize that you can wait, although every day you're starting to like them more and more.

Huzzah!

My birthday gifts:
PLAY-DOH! :D
The AMAZING FIRST SEASON OF GLEE!
KT Tunstall's new album!
A sweater!!
Tie-dye kit!
A notebook!!
20 PESOS!
Bubble wrap! :D
And A FREAKING LAPTOP!

And I am soooooo freaking grateful for all of these gifts! Every one of them means soooooo much to me. I really, really love them all.
Thanks, family! ^.^
I had an extremely amazing birthday.

My birthday is tomorrow.

...When did that happen?

Best lines from Filmcow Cartoons

Mr. Happy Face: I'm gonna cut your throat open and use your blood as syrup on my pancakes! Yaaaay!
Don't run, Timmy! I wanna cut off your skin! I wonder what's inside your dog, Timmy! Mmm Organs! Look Timmy! I'm cutting up your dog! Mmmm, look at all these organs! They're so slippery! You're so soft, Timmy!

Note: I would have added more, but the video was extremely unsettling and I got grossed out.

swiffer!: What is all this music and singing?! No, surely you jest! How can the cleaning be done?!
I'm breaking up with you, Meredith. You and your old mops and brooms. Me and swiffer are running away to Santa Monica to become street musicians! What?! How can this be? I've never wanted you more! Well, you could say I've been swept off my feet! Haha, jolly good!

How to play the violin: Johnny, you have been given a violin, now play it. Do it johnny! Yes, yes Johnny! Play the violin! Play it forever! Mama, help me! But the boy has to learn! stop it, Ron! Fine. stop playing. Play the violin, Johnny....

John McCain and his vegetables: The whole freaking song. What are you doing in here John? I'm singing to my vegetables... Don't do that.

The interview: Take a seat. Uh... There's no chairs. Have you ever poisoned a fellow employee? Are you serious? Yes. Have you ever followed a customer home? No... And hidden in their closet until they fell asleep? Sam, have you ever performed sacrificial murder on one of our customers?
No! Samuel, Sammy, can I call you sambo? Have you ever taken a hollowed out skull and sipped blood out of it in the glorious name of Satan? sataaaan! This is kind of ridiculous. Have you ever played an organ constructed out of human meat? That... That isn't even possible! Yes it is! I've played one. It sounds terrible. This is... Well then wrap your mind around this! I have no butt, Sam. I have no lower body of any kind. You could say I'm a merman. Is that why you have no chairs? Tell me please! Are my eyes bleeding? It feels like blood is dripping out of my eyes! Why did God take my butt? It wasn't a gradual thing, Sam. My butt just walked off and left.


Meh, I would put more, but this has been a draft for waaaaay too long.

Imaginary conversation

Heyoo.
I'm Maya.
What's your name?
Nice to meet you, _____.
Do you like drawing?
Awesome! Me too. What type of stuff do you like to draw?
Wow. That's pretty cool. If you want, I could help you with some drawing techniques.
Ok! Great.
I saw you bring that yoyo to school the other day.
Haha, awesome. I really like yoyos too. Do you know any tricks?
Cool! Can I see?
Whoa.
Very cool! Could you teach me some of the tricks?
Thanks!
so what are your hobbies?
Haha, cool.

That's as far as the info for my imaginary conversation gets.
Maybe I'll use it someday.
With a real person.
In real life.
At school.
Maybe.
._.

Polyphasic sleep

Ooookay, since I told you guys that I would explain what this is, and since I missed school and have nothing else to do, I shall explain. It's super interesting.
Okay, let's begin with the basics of sleep first. There are 2 types of sleep. NREM, which means No Rapid Eye Movement, which is composed of 4 parts, and REM, which is Rapid Eye Movement.
If you already know all this stuff, you can skip these next 5 or so paragraphs.

NREM stage 1
stage one is the first stage of sleep (duh). You're basically just drifting in and out of sleep while your muscles relax. It's not a very important phase, since this is just the phase where you fall asleep.

NREM stage 2
This stage makes up 40% to 50% of your sleeping time. Brain waves slow down with an occasional burst of fast waves. Eye movement stops at this stage.

NREM stage 3
Your brain uses really slow brain waves, called delta waves, along with some other bursts of brain waves. It's the first stage of deep sleep. During stage 3 it can be really hard to wake someone up.

NREM stage 4
This is the second stage of deep sleep. In stage 4, your brain is almost exclusively using delta waves.

REM
REM stands for rapid eye movement. This stage is the most important, since this time is when your brain works to heal your body and rest. This is also the stage where dreaming occurs. In this stage, your heart rate gets faster, your eyes move rapidly, your breathing becomes fast and shallow, your blood rate increases, and your muscles are paralyzed. The average person that sleeps 8-9 hours will usually get around 1-2 hours of REM a night. The more REM sleep you get, the more rested you feel.


POLYPHASIC SLEEP
Polyphasic sleep involves taking multiple short sleep periods throughout the day instead of getting all your sleep in one long chunk. A popular form of polyphasic sleep, the Uberman sleep schedule, suggests that you sleep 20-30 minutes six times per day, with equally spaced naps every 4 hours around the clock. This means you’re only sleeping 2-3 hours per day. I’d previously heard of polyphasic sleep, but until now I hadn’t come across practical schedules that people seem to be reporting interesting results with.

Under this sleep schedule, your sleep times might be at 2am, 6am, 10am, 2pm, 6pm, and 10pm. And each time you’d sleep for only 20-30 minutes. This is nice because the times are the same whether AM or PM, and they’re consistent from day to day as well, so you can still maintain a regular daily schedule, albeit a very different one.

How can this sleep schedule work? Supposedly it takes about a week to adjust to it. A normal sleep cycle is 90 minutes, and REM sleep occurs late in this cycle. REM is the most important phase of sleep, the one in which you experience dreams, and when deprived of REM for too long, you suffer serious negative consequences. Polyphasic sleep conditions your body to learn to enter REM sleep immediately when you begin sleeping instead of much later in the sleep cycle. So during the first week you experience sleep deprivation as your body learns to adapt to shorter sleep cycles, but after the adaptation you’ll feel fine, maybe even better than before.

It requires some discipline to successfully transition to this cycle, as well as a flexible schedule that allows it. While you’ll be sleeping a lot less, apparently it’s very important to sleep at the required times and not miss naps.

A side effect of this sleep schedule is that you need to eat more, since you’re spending more time moving around.

The downside to this sleep schedule is that it can be inflexible. I’ve read that you can delay naps by an hour if necessary, but missing a nap can cause a rapid crash that takes a while to recover from. This means you only have about 3.5 hours of waking time between naps, 4.5 hours if you push it. So this can restrict your options a bit. Of course, you have to balance that sacrifice against the gain of many extra hours per day, every day.

Everyman sleep
This schedule is often considered to be less “extreme” than other forms of polyphasic sleep, as it contains a “core sleep” of a few hours, usually in the early morning, as well as short naps during the day. In reality this system may be more physically difficult to adjust to, as the core sleep will delay the sleep deprivation which triggers the brain to adapt to instantaneous REM sleep upon falling asleep. However, the system may be easier to adjust to psychologically than other sleep schedules, as the core sleep provides a sense of delineation between one day and the next.
Everyman sleep is more freeform in structure than other polyphasic sleep schedules; sleepers nap whenever they feel tired rather than at set points throughout the day.

Polyphasic sleeper PureDoxyk notes that not every combination of core sleep and naps works – too short, a core sleep is only as effective as a regular 20-minute nap, while too long a core sleep makes the sleeping schedule more similar to siesta sleeping than true polyphasic sleep.


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And that is the information I gathered. I copied the entire subject of polyphasic sleep and everyman sleep from http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2005/10/polyphasic-sleep/ and http://www.suite101.com/content/different-polyphasic-sleep-schedules-a117476

Check the sites out if you want more info. I found all this super interesting and I'd like to try it out some day.

A few of my favorite things

In my life I have found many things I love.
A bar of chocolate, a rainy day,
The crescent moon, watching anime.
I love my family, my dogs and cats,
I love horseback riding and awesome hats.
I've learned to draw, write and sing,
All of these are my favorite things.
I love drinking coffee and chocolate milk,
The wonderful feeling of touching silk.
Listening to music, reading in my room,
My friends cheering me up when I feel doomed.
I love late nights when everyone's asleep,
When I find beautiful memories I'll always keep.
These are a few of my favorite things,
Watching Tim Burton and when Johnny Depp sings.
I love motorcycles, Dr. Horrible's sing-along blog,
Waking up to see the lake covered with fog.
These are a few of my favorite things.

During October

Ah, October. One of my favorite months of the year. I like it.

Today, we threw Noah's birthday party. "Blah blah blah, party, etc," skipping most of the party, when we were done eating pizza and had nothing to do, we decided to have a water war, although almost none of us had a bathing suit or change of clothes. We were looking for an outlet to play music outside so we could listen while we were playing, and I was walking around barefoot like I always do. Yay. And then I stepped on a rock. A very sharp rock. Yeah, it hurt. Acting like it wasn't that bad and all, I just pointed out that I stepped on a sharp rock and I'd be fine as long as I wasn't bleeding. I looked down, and oh--hey! It was bleeding. Hurray. Anyways, it bled a lot, then I cleaned it, then we had our water war. It was super fun, I'd say it was the highlight of the party. I had fun. And before that, Keddy and I made COOKIEs! They were so yuuuuummmyyy! xD Yeah, they were good. I had fun.

And now my birthday's coming up!

And school is school and I feel like I've lost track of my homework and I'm kind of stressed. Thank God for weekends. But I would really like a vacation of at least 10 days to try to adapt to the Everyman sleep schedule. For those of you who don't know what that is, I'll post some info on it in the next blog post I do. It's super awesome. But I'd need time to adapt. Anyways, yeah. Guuuurh school is annoying. Not only the educational, but also the social. I've discovered that I'm really antisocial... It really makes me sad. I wanna socialize! But I don't know how... Anyways. I encourage my friends (Keddy and Andrew) to write more on their blogs >.> Because I like to read! xD

I'm done now. Because you gotta save your drama for your llama.

Unconsciousness

...It's so much better than the real world. I feel so happy in my dreams. They all turn out how I want my life to. But then I wake up...
Unconsciousness is a temporary escape from the world. You get to escape from reality for a while, take a break from your normal routine.
I wish my fondest dreams were real.


Ugh.

How come it's so hard to come up with a decent blog title!?

WOOHOO! NEW BLOG POsT!
With the new month started, school started, life continuing, I'm feeling pretty good. Although I have school tomorrow and I haven't finished all my homework. Geez, sure shows you not to be dependent on people. I mean, I need those results, people! Ugh.
Anyways, I was staying at this pretty rich guy's house while my dad was house sitting it, and man, was that place cool! A 200 inch movie screen, around 4 42 inch plasmas, 3 stories high, a pool on the roof, guitar hero, a cubby, etc! It was AWEsOME! Yeah, it was cool.
And now I'm home, and I'm dreading doing homework and going to school tomorrow, and I'm talking to a friend and I'm telling him to make a blog, and I'm writing this blog, and asking people questions about homework, and thinking how Mockingjay could have been sooo much better and blah blah blaaaah!

Geez... I didn't even have coffee recently. You energetic shrub, you. ... shrub? ...I have no idea.

xD

I'm so booooooored!

New Design

Well, I thought my blog needed a little upgrade. And here it is. Autumn themed! I like it quite much.
...Is that even a correct sentence?
Well, anyways. Today is Sunday the 26th of September. Which means it's a sad day. :(
I have a weekend! And I've been trying to enjoy this weekend. And it's going okay so far. I've started reading Maximum Ride: saving the world and other extreme sports. My favorite part so far is "Fang, Fang Fang." I murmured, overwhelmed with emotion. "I love you. I love you sooooo much!" I tried to hold out my arms to show him how much, but I couldn't move them.
xD I cracked up sooo much when I read that part. "I love you soooo much!" XD ROFL
Anyways, it was hilarious. I love this series. Truly makes me crack up.
Anyways, Kaichou wa Maid-sama is over. The show ended! so soooon too! D: It was a good one though. I enjoyed it a lot.
Also, apparently I was made in Narnia. Don't ask. I just wanted to say so.
xD Anyways, I'm done. I don't feel like typing anymore. I wanna get back to my book! :D

Poetic! T.T

I feel so poetiiiiic! But I have no idea what to do. I wanna write a poem...
Good poem titles from last blog post:

Life on a Raindrop
Moonlight on your face
Dreams of Heaven
Perfect roses
Fresh purple
One kiss in the dark
Your first chapter
Crescent Stars
Your own Cheshire Cat
Pencils and coffee.

Now that I have those titles, I'm going to make it a project for me to write a poem every once in a while with those titles. Yay. I'm so smart. :P

Okay... I'm addicted to AQW again. I just can't help it. it's so fun T.T

I've a puppy in my lap. So cute. Finn even strayed from his siblings to hang out with me. What a lapdog. Hah. He's so cute. They're all so cute.

I feel like I've lost the ability to draw. I've been making all these mistakes. It really sucks. Saaaad.

Gibberish and Playpens-- My personal favorite.

I'm feeling better. I don't feel like my whole world is going to fall apart now. I'm getting used to life and it's twists and turns. It's just another chapter in life, you know? Despite how much you'd like to put the book down and break away from it for a while, you can't. You keep on reading. You have to. And the story goes on. And then it reaches a new chapter.
As you can probably tell, I've been doing a bit too much reading recently....
My life today consisted mainly in locking myself in my room, listening to music, reading and eating. Ugh it's so boring.


My soul is like a storm:
My path is unclear,
My voice strong as thunder.
Running through this chaos,
My heart drenched, cold, dead down under.
I'm under water, splashing,
Trying to break free.
The rain is beating down,
Hailing relentlessly over me.
The is lightning inside my being,
screaming to be let loose.
This splash of emotions is too strong,
My mind can't take all this abuse.
Every single thought is its own little raindrop,
A downpour of confusion from one single girl.
Tell me... Will it ever end?
My soul. The never ending storm...
Will it ever die down to a simple sprinkle?
At such a young age, yet so terribly worn.
...My soul is exactly like a storm.


Hah, no. That wasn't one of my emo poems. It's my english homework. "Write a poem about rain using these words!" >.>" Thanks, Teacher stella, you sure made my day by annoying me >.>"""""

And hey-- she annoys me so friggin' much, why not channel my emotions into my work? ...Just like Cinna... T.T He died... D': *sobs*

Uuuuuughabuuuuugh I hate english now. I used to LOVE IT! I called it my favorite subject! But now it's tortuuure! TORTURE I TELL YOU! The most annoying teacher in this whole God-blessed world. Geez, I mean, couldn't they have hired someone with less of an obnoxious and annoying nature?

Coursing through my veins
Life on a raindrop
Moonlight on your face
Dreams of heaven
Lying broke free
Wings of love
Missiles detonated
Detours and darkness
Perfect roses
Fresh purple
Dolls from China
Honestly cried
Ears buzzing
Bows and arrows
One kiss in the dark
Your first chapter
Accepting the dice
Life and light
He made my own chaos
Crescent stars
They're treasured
Your own Cheshire Cat
sincerity or not
Chocolate pudding
Gibberish and playpens
Pencils and coffee

Those were... Random phrases and words going on in my mind. several would make a good poem title, I think. Or something. Anways, I like making long posts, but I think I'm gonna skidaddle now.

But first, I'm reading Maximum ride, and it's the best book I've read recently. It gave me the effect of "DON'T PUT THE BOOK DOWN!" And I haven't gotten that much lately. It's nice being to read nonstop. Heh. Anyways, over and OUT!

Get this

So... My friends are having problems, coming to me when they need help. While I'm having problems and don't want to talk to anyone. Yeah, sure, when I'm mad, I'll rant and talk and ask for advice from someone. But when I'm sad, I don't want to talk to anyone or tell them my problems. I just want to be alone. I prefer it. It's not like I don't have anyone to turn to; I have tons of people that I can turn to. I just prefer keeping it to myself. And it doesn't make me more sad, it actually makes me feel better. That way I don't have people bringing up the subject left and right and reminding me about what's going on. If it's only to myself, I can find a way to distract myself. So don't think I don't trust you if you say "You can talk to me anytime," and have me reply with "Sure, but I'm fine."

Anyways, school is going fine, I'm really enjoying it. But it's boring. The same old story I've been telling you guys for the past 3 weeks, so we'll skip that subject.

I'll finally have Mockingjay! I'm so happy! I'm almost done reading it. It's really interesting.

It seems like KT Tunstall is my "comfort artist". Listening to her music makes me feel better. "Silent Sea" and "Under the Weather" are my favorites for when I want to relax and do nothing. It makes me feel better.

And now I don't really have anything to talk about. Well, then this blog post is over.

Night time

I haven't been writing in a while, so I decided to update my blog post.

school has been tiring with all the homework, school work and social things I have to do there. But luckily, all my classmates are nice and there's no bullies. I spend my days with Keddy and my books. I want a social life....

Anyways, speaking of books, I finally have Mockingjay which makes me amazingly happy. I've started it, and I don't know what to think about it yet. I miss Cinna though :(

I've noticed that the more time I've been in school, the more I've wanted to be alone to think and stuff. I just need alone time, you know?

Uuuugh I would write more, but it's pretty late...
Maybe tomorrow I'll write a better post that's more interesting than this one. Until then...

Blah blah blah

T.T I want Mockingjay so bad. I'm dying. I really think I am.

Anyways, I cosplayed as Glimmer today.
And my aunt is having her baby right now.
And I need a shower.
And apparently I'm in really bad physical shape.
And I want ramen >.<

Anyways, school is uneventful. I get homework every day and I don't have a clique. I'm actually fine with not having a clique. People were pressuring me on which to join. But then I decided that if I want to hang out with someone, I'll just do it. I don't want to have one group of people that I hang out with all the time. It's just not the way I do it.
Actually, school is extremely uneventful. I wish something -anything- would happen. spice things up a little, you know?

Homework

Uuuugh I hate doing autobiografies. A lot. My life is too... I don't want to write so much! And it's MY life. Mine. I'm just going to totally write down some crazy stuff such as:

I was born at a very young age of exactly zero years old in Mexico. It was October 20th, 1996, and at 4:44 AM.
At the very young age of one year old, I was kidnapped by chickens and was asked for a ransom of 25,000 galleons. My parents had to make a fundraiser to get me back, which consisted of washing cars and smashing pumpkins. Finally, a couple of months later, they paid back the ransom and I was sent home in one piece.
When I was two, my parents decided to leave to Europe and collect as many bottle caps as they could there. One day, I grabbed one and put it in my mouth. I started choking on it, and my parents rushed me to the hospital. I ended up throwing up, and projecting the bottle cap ten feet across the room. But I was unharmed.
On my third birthday, I ran into a wall playing tag with my friends, and cracked my head open. Again, I was rushed to the hospital and I got stitches. I now have a scar the shape of a lightning bolt.
At four years old, we moved back to Mexico, with exactly two million bottle caps collected. We sold them for a cent each. We ended up rich.
At five, I rode a hoverboard for the very first time. I was a prodigy at it. I only fell once. Ever since, I've been in 17 hoverboarding contests, and I've won 12 gold medals and was given the title "Champion".
A year passed, and I started going to school. I hated it. Also, I met my best friend.
At seven, I also went to school. I also hated it. But then I met a tribute from the Hunger Games named Finnick. He gave me his autograph. I still have it framed on my wall in my bedroom. Also, he's now in a book.
Two weeks after I turned 8, I got my lips stuck in a gate. My friends all laughed... And I had to sit there and wait until they called the fire department and they got me out with a crowbar and then I had to go to lip rehab where I met a kid named Paulo that got stung by a bee right on the lip! And I couldn't talk to him after his lips swelled down and he was polish, and I used to know three words in polish, but now I know four, because he taught me the word for lip. Usta!
I was 9 when I went into 3rd grade. And it was the worst experience of my life. No questions, please.
On my 10th birthday, I had a surprise birthday party where they made donuts! And I got a donut pyramid for a cake and it was delicious because it was donuts!
On my 11th birthday, I had a costume party. It was fun. 'Nuff said. Then we moved to Chapalalalala where we were closer to school.
When I was 12, I was going to a school in Chapalalalala where both my best friends were. I hated the uniforms but loved the school.
Then I was 13. And here I am. And I've gone through so much crap during my life that I don't care. And now I'm going to a school called Loyola and they asked me to write this autobiography so this is it. Here you go. Yay.

I like my friends

I like my friends. I appreciate my friends. I enjoy every single one of you guys, even those that don't follow me on Blogger. Thank you friends, for making me appreciate you and love you, because my friends are FREAKING AWESOME!

Here's to name the ones swimming around in my head:

Mik
Lucas
Lily
Jeremy
Samuel
Andrew
Halley
Elam
Cabo
Keren-ha
Carlos
Meagan
Vadel
Dan
Noah
Mom
Chris
Dad
Ruby

Names of people chosen in random order.

Anyways, you guys rock and are awesome.
Domo arigato!

Lovely Complex

So a while back, Mik was asking me if I ever watched something, a movie or whatever, and you felt that you related with a character in it a lot. Like you had the same personality, or problems, or simply reminded them of you. Well, I finally found that character: Nobuko Ishihara from Lovely Complex. Nobuko is Risa Koizumi's best friend. And Nobuko reminds me so much of me! I felt like I would react the exact same way that she did in some situations, and just the way she acted was like me. She had a short temper, but was always encouraging Risa to get together with Otani. She comforted Risa when things didn't work out, and she threatened to kill anyone that hurt Risa's feelings. When she was around her boyfriend, she was all lovey-dovey and head-over-heels in love with him. I would say that I wouldn't be *that* lovey-dovey and stuff, but most of her behavior reminded me of her. I was happy when I realized that.

Also, I think Lovely Complex is definitely going in my top 3 favorite animes. It was amazing. Did you know I'm as tall as Risa? 172 cm. I laughed at how she towers over everyone and thought that I would never survive in Japan since I'm that tall. Sad.

I mentioned this on my dA, but Otani is pretty much my dream guy. He's so charming *.* If only he were real! D: Otani! Become real! Be taller, though, please! LOVE MEEEEEEE! D':

...:P

Jack Skellington

Jack is seriously an amazing character. He's curious, dead, sweet, and clueless. I just like his character. He broke out of his world into an entirely different one. He wanted to make people happy so he tried to take over Christmas. Even though that didn't turn out so well, I still applaud him for trying. Jack Skellington makes me happy. I want Jack. Sally's pretty lucky.

No se...

Entonces... No se. Deveras no se. No se que estoy haciendo, ni se como me siento ahorita. Ok, si se como me siento ahorita. Me siento irritada. Cada vez que pienso en lo que pasó entre yo y Andres, solo me siento irritada. Con el. Y se que no tengo ninguna razon para sentir asi, pero eso es la verdad. Cada vez que el pone algo en FB, lo que sea, me siento irritada con el. Y eso no es justo, ya se. No se que hacer. Todavia no se ha registrado en mi mente que nos separamos. Y me estoy preguntando, como se siente el? Esta triste como yo, o esta bien? Esta feliz sin mi? No se... No se.

Pero tengo que dejar este tema en paz. No voy a molestarles hablando sobre mis problemas. Esto sera la ultima vez en que hablo sobre esto, te los prometo. Perdoname, solo... Necesitaba escribir. Necesitaba escribir lo que siento ahorita...

...Are you really feeling great?

Out to the sea

Out to the sea and over a rainbow,
Lies a sleeping heart.
Many years have come and gone,
Her memories long ago fell apart.
She's waiting for something,
Although she doesn't know what or why,
But she knows that it's nearby.
In the heart's slumber,
She has a little place to go
To try and remember what she's looking for.
Every day she will come,
Yearning for her memories to show,
Although she always comes back with none.
The heart is asleep, although she doesn't know.
Will the heart be trapped here forever?
Out to the sea and over a rainbow,
The heart is all alone.
No one will ever come for her,
Because she is in a place that can never be shown.
Forever the heart will sleep,
And silently will weep.
For her memories are forever lost,
Out to the sea and over a rainbow.

~~

...I was trying to make this a sweet poem, ending with the heart finding its memories and being able to return from wherever it was, but... I'm not capable of making happy poems. I've tried. But something always turns out wrong, and ends sadly. I've always written depressing things. I feel sorry for the heart, now. I just created a story, which in my world, has now become reality. I just doomed and trapped this heart for eternity because of my inability to write it a happy ending...
...Am I making this a big deal? I'm sorry.

*sigh*

~~

Out to the sea and over a rainbow,
Lies a broken heart.
He had been cheated and lied to,
His feelings torn apart.
He would wander around in isolation,
Giving up on life.
But fate had taken pity,
And it decided to end his strife.
It took him out of the sea from over the rainbow,
To where there was a heart in slumber.
She looked lonely and bare,
Her days looked numbered.
This sleeping heart was dying,
But the broken heart had fallen in love.
He thought of ways to wake the other,
So he gave her a gentle shove.
Nothing happened, so he sat down and thought.
There must be something that the sleeping heart sought,
Out to the sea and over a rainbow.

~~

I guess that's a little better... But it's not over yet. I must write a happy ending for this.

~~

The sleeping heart felt troubled,
She stirred in her sleep.
Surely there was a reason she felt so weak?
Her head began to spin,
She felt she might be dying,
In her dreams she was crying.
Was she waking up?
How could she tell?
She was stuck in her dreams,
She was under a spell.
And all of a sudden, out of the blue,
Came all her memories, all the last few.
The broken heart saw her stirring,
And he rushed to her aid,
He sat by her side,
And watched the darkness fade.
suddenly, the girl sat up,
And looked into the broken heart's eyes.
He stared straight back, full of surprise.
She felt something, and realized what it was.
This feeling, she knew, was called love.
Out to the sea and over a rainbow,
These hearts became souls.
These souls were in the form of people,
And they roamed their home together,
Out to the sea and over a rainbow.

~~

Okay, the ending was not great. Actually, the entire poem was not great. But I managed to sort of make a happy ending. I didn't get it as great as I hoped because Keren-ha rushed me towards the end and I had to think of something quick, and that's why it doesn't really rhyme. Anyways, yeah... I feel a bit better now.

Creativity

Man, I feel like making something. Drawing, writing, singing, you name it. I simply want to be creative. I've already drawn like, millions of things, yet I want to do more. I need to do something extremely satisfying and artistic. Art. Man, this is overwhelming. I have an idea though. It's not exactly artsy, but it will definitely be fun. But will my inner creativity be satisfied? We'll find out. But please, someone, give me an idea on something to draw. I'm dying here. I think the reason why I've been feeling so creative is because I finally get my drawing notebook after having lost it and not had it for over a year. It was in the States, for goodness sakes, stuck in a crevice of a couch at my grandparent's house. I mean, how much more random can you get?! Anyways, my fellow stalkers, tell me something to draw...!

Life

Hmmm... This trip has been so much fun. It's going to be sad when I leave. We have over a thousand pictures on the camera of our trip. I'm not even kidding. It's been so much fun. I can't even describe it. *Sigh*, leaving... It's hard to think about. But I'm just going to enjoy this last day with my friends, and get the most out of this day as I can.

I have 2 new books! And it makes me so happy. I didn't realize how much I missed reading until I decided to buy some new books. I seriously haven't just sat down with a blanket and some hot cocoa and read a book in ages, and it makes me really, really sad. So I want to catch up on my reading. I started reading this one book, Incarceron, and it's really cool. I'm very excited to continue reading it. I'm about a third in already. *Sigh* Me and my books. They're something that will always be with me whenever I need them. They make me so happy. Sheesh, just reading this over shows how obsessive I am about books. Books... <3

I found some sweet deals at the Walmart in Lethbridge. First, "The Sims2 Double Deluxe", with the Sims2 game and 2 expansion packs for only 19 bucks. That is super cheap. I'm excited to install it when I get home. Second, "EXTREME SOUR WARHEADS." Oh yeah, you heard me. Warheads. Noah's going to be so excited when he hears about it. They're pretty awesome. If I scanned around Walmart again, I'm sure I'd find some other awesome stuff, but we're not going back to Lethbridge.

Speaking of that, Lily and I never went to the YMCA and translated :$ Oops... We had totally forgotten about it until... Who knows when. Crap. Lily doesn't really care, but I do, and I feel extremely bad for not going. Sorry...

So, apparently, the Starbucks in Canada is extremely bad. That really disappoints me. A lot. Mexican Starbucks is better. Haha, we rock <3.

Despite the fact that It's going to be really sad when I leave Canada, I'm looking forward to being home and just relaxing with my family and friends. And actually being able to go to bed at a reasonable time. I'm looking forward to that. I probably won't leave the house for a week after I get back. I'll just... Try and pull myself together, because I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall apart when I get home... *Sigh* me and my fragile emotions.

Well, spending time with Andrew and his family has been so much fun. All of his family is amazing. I really enjoyed being with them and getting to know them. I'll miss them.

3 hours

In three more hours we'll be arriving at the bus station to take us to Puerto Vallarta. From then, we take a taxi to the airport and jump on a plane. From there we land in Phoenix. We find the next plane. From there we wait for 4 hours in the plane and then we land in Calgary. We will find the Gasts and that is how our adventures in Canada will start.

Wish us luck.

Andrew, here I come.

You ate my spoon's butler?!

Anyways, a new post! Haha!

Anyways, I'm almost completely packed for Canada, just a little more things to pack and then I'm done. It's really exciting. We get on a bus for PV tomorrow night. The next day, we get to the airport. A couple hours later and we land in Canada. :D Hooraaaay! Imagine we've been waiting for 146 days. 5 entire months. Almost half of a year. Blah. But we leave tomorrow.

I'm currently importing CD's on iTunes so we can burn them later for the car. We need new music so bad. But it's a little annoying too, having to take them and put them in, let iTunes process it, then click to import it. Repeat and repeat. Then mom keeps on handing me more things to import. Blaaaaah!

Favorite show now? Whose Line is it Anyway?. It's a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Funny as heck.

I got a haircut, and they thinned my hair. It's really sad. But it looks good. But it's sad nonetheless.

Mom's sciatica might be coming back, which is absolutely terrible since we're leaving and mom is going to be alone for 17 days. If it's coming back I'm going to die out of pity for her when I leave. I really don't want to leave her if she's in a lot of pain. I hope it's just that she slept wrong or something. Gah.

Anyways, that's all I can think about for now.
Tootles

MWAHAHAHA Part IV

Watch Whose Line is it Anyway? You. Will. Laugh. Do it. Do it now. Now! NOOOOOOOW!

http://watchwliia.blogspot.com

I might post something real later. In the meantime enjoy laughing.

Ps. The tallest guy is my favorite.

Other side of the world

Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water

And the fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

And the fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's to hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world

Can you help me
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore

And the fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world
You're the other side of the world
You're the other side of the world to me

~

I love that song so much. Actually, I love all of KT Tunstall's songs. They're amazing.

Why?

It's horrible. Terrible! I have a sore throat, and a cough. Coughing isn't good. I need medicine soon. I don't need this. Not now. Why?! I was fine for so long, and now I have to get sick? It's not fair. I don't need this. Being sick sucks.

We're getting our mexican passports tomorrow hopefully. Hopefully. We really need to get this done. We've been putting it off too long.

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Try and decipher that.












(Please don't. It's a waste of your time. I seriously just typed gibberish.)

Request

I made a request for a drawing from http://roosterbomb.deviantart.com/ and they drew this for me. It's amazing. Gah! I love it! It makes me happy. I really like their style of drawing. Zo yeah. :D

I don't really have anything else to say. But my feet are cold. Zorry for such a short post.

Summer days

Was in the spring, and spring became summer.

Ah, it's summer. Well, it has been for a while, but it's still summer. The time where people go to the beach, pool parties, sleep in and not have to worry about their homework. It's a good time. I've been hanging out with friends a lot lately, and it's so much better than lazing around the house 24/7. It's an exciting time. And in 18 days (!!!!!!!!!! :D) I'm going to Canada! Wow, I can't believe before we were at 108. Or even 145. Thank goodness time passes. I'm really excited to go. It's going to be a blast.

I need to get my Soul Eater scythe made really soon. Like, really soon. I should do that on Friday. Hmm...

I really haven't been writing in my blog all that much lately. It's just that there's nothing I can really talk about. I'll think of an interesting subject soon. I hope.

Still Doll

So this is not the first time I've tried memorizing a Japanese song, but this is the first time I've somewhat succeeded. It's the ending song of Vampire Knight, called Still Doll. It makes me happy. But it's a really easy song to sing. Gah, I've never noticed until know how many freaking "s"s there are. Ugh. The key is broken. Okay, I'm sick of the whole copy paste thing, so from now on I'm typing with z'z. Get over it.

Hi Miss Alice.
Anata garasu no me de
Donna yume o
Mirareru no?
Miirareru no?
Mata atashi
Kokoro ga sakete
Nagarederu
Tsukurotta
Sukima ni sasaru
Kioku-tachi

Hi Miss Alice.
Anata kajitsu no kuchi de
Dare ni ai o
Nagete iru no?
Nageite iru no?
Mou atashi
Kotoba o tsumugu
Shita no netsu
Samekitte
Mederu o-uta mo
Utaenai

Still, you do not answer.

Hooray. Knowing thiz makez me feel proud. I've pretty much memorized the firzt verze.

Mmmm... My dad iz making beef jerky. It zmellz good.

MIK MIK MIIIIIIIK! Will you pretty PRETTY pleaze help me make my zcythe? And you zaid you had the coztume? Pweeeez hewp meeeeee!!!

Anywayz, I'm done, I think.

PZ, A 17 year old keepz implying that he likez me. O.o It'z fruztrating me.

Gurgle, what's in the title?

...What? I don't get that.

I'm kind of sad. A friend I made at the anime convention hasn't added me to MSN... And I'm worried that he wrote it in wrong. Goodness, the double "S" in my email always confuses people. So he's either forgotten, lost the email, not gotten to do it yet, or entered it wrong thinking it was right. It's kind of saddening. I'll just have to wait then.

So I met a girl, Tyler, and she's Leslie's niece. She's pretty cool. I simply can't believe that she doesn't really like Leslie. Okay, maybe she doesn't not like her, she just doesn't know her very well. It's kind of sad. But all in all, she's a cool person. She's Japanese! ^^

On another note, I'm... pretty much broke. And I have almost no spending money for Canada. Guh. I gotta stop spending it all!

I can't think of anything else to write about. I'm totally stoked for the next anime convention, though. I'm going as Maka from Soul Eater next time. And when IS the next anime convention?! Some say it's in August, others in September, and others in October... WHICH IS IT?! It's quite frustrating.

Oh well.

That's it.

Game over.

I'm done with this post now.

Bye.

ANIME CONVENTIOOOOOOOOOON!

HOORAY HOORAY! One thing that will ALWAYS make me happy is an anime convention. So I dressed up all girly, and I seriously looked like Little Bo Peep.
Okay, so I met: JAMES KYSON-LEE. FREAKING JAMES KYSON-LEE!!!!! I freaked out. I got in line to talk to him and get my picture with him, and when I did actually talk to him, I was... Speechless... I was stuttering and GAH! IT WAS JAMES KYSON LEE! AKA, Ando from Heroes. So we talked, and it was soooo cool! But when I was going to get my picture taken, some lady said I couldn't :(... So I don't have a picture with him. But I did meet him! :D

And I met the Honey-sempai cosplayer again!!! We exchanged emails and stuff, and I was sooo happy!

Also, it's decided. I'm going as Maka from Soul Eater next anime convention. She looks freaking awesome.

I'm so pooped now. -.- But I had so much fun.

If you want to look at the pics I took, look at them on Facebook, because there are WAY too many to put up here. OH! There were these awesome guys that did flips though! These are really short clips.

Ah, funny...

I just can't get over how funny I find this! It's just so comical/ridiculous. I'm not jealous at all. Heck, when I think about it, I start smiling! I don't know if it's because I'm evil or simply not worried. And I'm not. This is just way too fun to pass out on. Hehe, sorry. I might be taking this the wrong way. But I have GOT to meet this Jaymi person. Haha... Hahaa, HAHAHAHA! The conversation just made me guffaw (I LOVE THAT WORD!) Am I giving too much away? Is this supposed to be private? I don't think so... HAHAHAHAHA! I'M SORRY! I JUST CAN'T HELP LAUGHING AT ALL OF THIS!!!

True Colors

I am bored. I've been bored all day. And I'm full because I made pancakes. And the song True Colors is stuck in my head. And I don't feel so good. And I still have to come up with my Alice costume. And HOLY CRAP! AW, I FORGOT TO CALL MIK! *Smacks head* ARGH. And I got yelled at a lot today. Because I left the pancake batter out. And that the screen doors were open. And that I didn't know why my family wanted to kill a Chris Muller (I know now that they wanted to kill him because he beat up one of my mom's co-worker's kids). And that I ate on the couch. And that I didn't feed the guinea pig. And that I didn't put the plums and apples in the right place. And that I didn't help put stuff away right away. I got yelled at today :(.

Hooray for all that crap ^.

Lemme sleep now. -.-zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Alice

So apparently, I get to be a pink Alice. Just by the difference of color, people at the anime convention are going to look at me and think, "what anime is that from?" But I'll deal. I wish I didn't procrastinate in getting my costume together. That was a little stupid of me.

My mom said that she had a blue dress that was very Alice-like, so she said I could use it if I found it. She had gotten my hopes up really high. Several hours later, and every possible corner of the house where there would be an article of clothing turned upside down, I found nothing. I was really disappointed. I was sad. I felt like if I found the dress, I could be the genuine Alice. But I didn't find the dress. For some reason I really wanted to wear it. Maybe because my mom wore it when she was a kid, or maybe because her grandmother made it for her. But I was really sad. And my mom has no idea where it is. So much for when she told me "I would never get rid of that dress!" Seems like you did, mom....

It's not like I'll be pouting around because I don't have a blue dress on (Oh, goodness, I really hope I don't start pouting...) I just wont be as... Happy without it. I felt like Alice could be an awesome role for me to play. And I still will be Alice, it will just be in a different dress. Oh, crap, I hope it fits me. Also, where am I supposed to find an apron like that???

Anyways, I'm just complaining. I know better than to do so. I just felt like writing something and had no idea how much this bothered me until I started writing about it. Anyways, sorry for my rambling and complaining.

The anime is going to be a blast though, dress or no dress. I'm looking forward to it.

It's Raining

It's raining. It's amazing. It's wonderful. I don't know why I have such a great connection with rain, or why I love it so much. I just do.

I was looking out the window, watching the lights come up in the sky, followed by a small rumbling. Eventually the actual rays of lightning became visible, and the wind started blowing. A storm must be coming, I thought. It was obvious. I just had to sit back and wait for the rain to come. And suddenly it did. It was beautiful. The electricity came out, and all I could see was the lightning and the rain. The electricity came back on, and I started to worry about the dogs since they were outside. I went to the door, and I could hear the rain coming down on the porch, so close to where I was standing. I wanted to go out there, to feel the cold rain on my skin. So I did. The wind was much fiercer outside, but so magnificent. I walked through the rain, into the mancave to get Cabo, and put him inside. I stayed outside, wanting the moment to last a little longer, so I walked very slowly, my bare feet slightly slipping on the tile, splashing in the puddles towards the garage to check if Ruby was there. The rain was coming down hard and cold, splashing on my bare arms and feet. I got to the garage, made absolutely sure that Ruby wasn't there, and decided that she was safely inside my parent's room. I didn't want to go back inside, so I walked around the yard, getting colder by the minute with just my nightdress on. I spread my arms up to the sky, and felt the water and wind around me. I had to go back inside, though. So I went inside, locked the door, and went up to the terrace, so I could look and be in the rain there. The rain was running off the roof tiles, line by line, and it made me feel... Safe, for some reason. I looked out to the lake, and couldn't see anything except for the wind blowing the rain into cold vapor, so that it looked like wisps of smoke. I walked over to the end of the terrace, so the rain was blowing into my face, and I started shivering again. I looked out to the sky, and thought, this is God's blessing. I'm not usually very spiritual, so to say, but I felt that this was a gift from God to us. And I felt happy. Joyful even. I started laughing, and stuck my tongue out to taste the rain. It tasted so fresh, and nice. I had a feeling of pure euphoria surging through my veins. The cold had sunk almost all the way to my bones, and I was shivering and laughing at the same time. I loved the feeling. I wanted it to keep on raining, so the precious drops of water would sink into my very soul and leave an imprint there. I was so content. Eventually, though, it got too cold, I couldn't resist the temptation of coming into the warm house and sleep. I felt that I needed to tell someone this, and who better than my followers? So I got on the laptop and started typing this. I love rain. I honestly do. I don't call my blog Dancing in the Rain for nothing. And once I finish this, I think I'm going to go back outside and actually dance in the rain.

I hope you enjoy the rain as much as I do.

Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all


I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

(Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows...



Lately I've had a huge obsession with this song. I've been listening to it 7-10 times a day. It's an amazing song, the music is amazing, the lyrics are awesome, I just really love it for some reason. I now understand why everyone loves Bohemian Rhapsody so much. Queen was an amazing band.

Immortal Jellyfish

So, I haven't been blogging as much as I would like to, and short posts really depress me for some reason, so I'm going to write a long blog today...

The Turritopsis Nutricula, otherwise known as the immortal jellyfish, is the only known living creature on this planet to be able to reverse to its polyp state after becoming an adult. It repeats this process for an indefinite time, making them immortal. So, considering this, the Turritopsis Nutricula are silently taking over the world. They are inhabiting other seas, spreading from their native habitat, the Caribbean. They will dominate. The. World. They will grow legs, so they can walk on earth, then, once the land and sea is taken over, they will create a super-suit, allowing them to go to space and take over the other planets. They're not just going to take over the world, they are going to take over. The. Universe.
The immortal jellyfish are tiny and bell-shaped. They measure 4.5 millimeters.

And... That's all I feel like writing about today. Wasn't so long, but I tried. Anyways, tootles.

PS: Bohemian Rhapsody= Best music ever.

...Welcome...

She's gone. Meagan's gone from me. Travelling. And I'm not going to get to see her for who-knows-how-long. It was a good 4 years with her. I'm so happy I had her in my life at all. Meagan, I'm going to miss you so much. Take care.

I don't want to write anything more right now.

Pain

My muscles hurt. My back, my shoulder, my hip, my neck, and stomach hurt. And I don't know what to do about it. When I lay down, all my muscles tense up and it takes a while for them to relax. I'm tired. And tomorrow I'm going to church, going to Mik's for the party, and then spending the night with Meagan, so that on Monday we can go to the beach. But my muscles hurt. I really hope it passes before I go to the beach, because if it gets worse, I don't know what I'm going to do.

Anyways, I'm all packed up for the beach... Ah, remind me to get the Twister out tonight before I forget it. Anyways, I think that's it... Dad's grilling tonight, so I actually get a real meal today instead of eating froot loops.

I really hope people come to Meagan's party... We'll make do with the ones we have though.

By the way, thanks so much, Mik, for letting us throw the party at your house. I really, really appreciate it. :)

Dreams

I just had a dream that I bought Andrew 2 motorcycles, and in return he built this room where you insert a book into a thing, and something from that book is brought into that room... He brought me a black dragon... 'Twas a weird dream. And I also dreamed that Albus Dumbledore was really mad at Andrew because of that room. He banned it, but I made one too, and I brought back characters from Kingdom Hearts... And almost everything was made of paper...

I love dreams. They make me laugh.

Hooray...

School is officially over for now. I am on summer vacation. Anyways, I don't feel like writing anything, because... I'm tired.

Lots of people ganged up on us at the pool and stole Keren-ha's and my noodles. It was horrible. They were all like, "You can't have all of the noodles!" BUT THEY CAN'T EITHER! I'm mad at them. I'm mad at them all. You know who you are, noodle thieves.

Notebook

So many pages and so little time to do them.

Hunger Games Movie

Okay, so you know what really ticks me off? The Hunger Games soon-to-be-a-movie thing. Yeah. Everyone's going off about "Oh, it's going to be amazing!" "I hope they choose this and that people to be the cast!" "I can't wait!"

BUT DON'T YOU KNOW?!!?!?!?
Hollywood has ruined every single good book there is out there. And why do people expect for the Hunger Games to be any different!? THEY'RE STUPID.

I DON'T WANT THE HUNGER GAMES TO BE A MOVIE FOR GOD'S SAKE! It is the best book I've ever read, and I am sure not going to let a movie ruin that for me. Oh, no. Definitely not.

I made a promise with myself, that I would never EVER watch the Hunger Games movie unless I was in it. And figuring that that's not happening, I'm not going to get disappointed by it.

So there you go. And if you're one of the people that are excited about it, I'm sorry. But that's just how I feel.

And I'll bet you're thinking, "Maya, why are you making such a big deal out of this?" It's because I care. I care a lot. You have no idea how much I adore this book. It's like, cheese in gritz, or rain to a cloudy day. A candle in the darkness. Entertainment when you're bored.

AND NO SUCH THING AS A MOVIE OR HOLLYWOOD IS GOING TO RUIN THAT FOR ME.