Hi! Sorry I have not been posting in a while, school has started back up yet again, so I have homework, and I am trying updating my fanfiction stories regularly, which I just don't know where to stop with the stories! I try to update each of my five stories once a week. I tried to organize it with a schedule, but you know, it's not working too well.
Well like I mentioned above I have gone back to school! And I got an idea for this blog during the second day of school, quite a while actually. I am very surprised that it has stuck in my mind this long. Tomorrow will be the third week of school beginning.
But anyways, I was sitting with my friends at the lunch table, prefectly normal, eating some food and the teachers called up snack. A few of my friends went up and when they came back most of my group of friends were panicking. They have brought back horrid news; They don't have the cookies any more.
Too me, this seemed silly. No more cookies? Everyone was making this big deal of no more cookies? A part of me though, I had to admit, smiled on the inside. Just because all these kids aren't as grown up as they seem to be. We're still young and can care about the stupidest things, including cookies.
Yet another part of me was worried. I'm in the eight grade now, and next year I'll be in high school, and then before I know it college and then I'll be an adult and get married and have children. Although most kids my age cannot wait to grow up, I certainly can! What's the big rush?
When we grow up we won't be worrying about cookies anymore! Well, unless I own a restaurant, cafe, or I am a baker. (I plan on owning a bookstore and becoming an author.)But someday, this life will only be memories. Going to the park and watching hot guys play baseball? Jumping on the trampoline or swimming in the pool? Going snow tubing in the winter and playing band hero? They will all be labeled as memories. And I have so many of them!
I guess my point is to not grow up too fast, because someday you'll be an adult and want it all back. Not that I would know, but I actually listen to my parents sometimes, believe it or not.
So enjoy worring about your cookies!!
L For Love, Ayana
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Ten After Two...-Maria
No posts by either of us in about two weeks. Sorry. I can't really speak for Ayana, but I'll go ahead and say I haven't had a whole lot of time.
When one is awake at ten after two in the morning, you know you're in trouble. So here we go.
I moved up to the next grade (as if anyone thought I wouldn't...right?) without dying. I really am surprised, to say the least. Well, it's actually a large mix of emotions. So, I'll go ahead and go on and on about stuff that none of you really care about, okay? Okay.
I'm actually happier this year than I ever was last year. I never laughed, or smiled, even, as much as I have in the past few weeks. I only have my friends, es, real friends to thank for that. You all mean so much to me. I'm sure some of you will never see this, but I still want to say it.
I suppose the difference (because every reaction has a cause, does it not?) is the fact that my friends are with me more. Last year, I only shared classes with two friends...more like one, actually. And the class I had with her was at the very end of the day, so I had so much to endure on my own. This year, at least one of you has a class or two...or all of them...with me. I don't know how or why it happened, but I'm thankful. I love you all. So much.
We consider ourselves a sisterhood...I think we'll come up with a name for ourselves this week. And, as you know, I write fanfiction and a bit of original fiction. You just might be seeing some "Misadventures of _______" once we figure our name out. So expect that this month...I'll also do an update on Holly and publish another fanfic entitled Miss Perfect in the Twilight fandom.
Also, I decided to take French as an elective this year. I love it. I never knew learning a language would be this entertaining. Well, how would I know? I was barely a year old before I was able to speak full sentences. But French is equivalent to love. It's amazing. I recommend you take it.
And this post took me about fifteen minutes. Writing is love, French is love, friends are love, life is love. My outlook has changed a bit, hasn't it?
XoXo,
Maria
When one is awake at ten after two in the morning, you know you're in trouble. So here we go.
I moved up to the next grade (as if anyone thought I wouldn't...right?) without dying. I really am surprised, to say the least. Well, it's actually a large mix of emotions. So, I'll go ahead and go on and on about stuff that none of you really care about, okay? Okay.
I'm actually happier this year than I ever was last year. I never laughed, or smiled, even, as much as I have in the past few weeks. I only have my friends, es, real friends to thank for that. You all mean so much to me. I'm sure some of you will never see this, but I still want to say it.
I suppose the difference (because every reaction has a cause, does it not?) is the fact that my friends are with me more. Last year, I only shared classes with two friends...more like one, actually. And the class I had with her was at the very end of the day, so I had so much to endure on my own. This year, at least one of you has a class or two...or all of them...with me. I don't know how or why it happened, but I'm thankful. I love you all. So much.
We consider ourselves a sisterhood...I think we'll come up with a name for ourselves this week. And, as you know, I write fanfiction and a bit of original fiction. You just might be seeing some "Misadventures of _______" once we figure our name out. So expect that this month...I'll also do an update on Holly and publish another fanfic entitled Miss Perfect in the Twilight fandom.
Also, I decided to take French as an elective this year. I love it. I never knew learning a language would be this entertaining. Well, how would I know? I was barely a year old before I was able to speak full sentences. But French is equivalent to love. It's amazing. I recommend you take it.
And this post took me about fifteen minutes. Writing is love, French is love, friends are love, life is love. My outlook has changed a bit, hasn't it?
XoXo,
Maria
Monday, August 23, 2010
Just a Little Advice-Maria
Hi readers!
I haven't posted in three weeks, so I thought it'd be a good time to do a little writing. It never hurt anyone. Uh...scratch that. I'm not going to get into details about that, specifically.
Now, when I think about it, life goes by quickly. There are things we can and cannot do as we get older. We have to be careful, don't we? If you do something stupid, it could screw up your life. (Quote: My mother) Yes, we all make mistakes, but we have to think about what we do before we do it. This has been drilled into our youthful minds since, what, kindergarten? But it's true. Absolutely, 100% true. Parents and teachers aren't stupid. Think about what they tell you. It might help.
That was an interesting paragraph... Anyway, I decided to bring this up today because it's a subject that's been bothering me. And I was talking to one of my friends (I won't say names). She told me that she just wanted to let loose, break some rules, and have fun. While she's describing all of the ridiculous things she wants to do (buy a gorilla, among other things), I can't help but think about how insane this is. Sure, we can dream, but isn't it a bit...outlandish? Go ahead and say I worry too much. I already know I do.
But don't we need to grow up and realize that this life is our one chance to impact the world? (Now look who's dreaming big.) Really, we can all do it. Of course, we must do some very hard work and take a little risk. The outcome of said risk could be good or bad, but isn't that what makes it risk? Take the risk, my friends. If don't don't try, you'll never know. That is the best advice I can give you.
So...do you want to know more about me, as the lovely (Hah!) Maria? Or are we fine with the whole random posting thing? Comment, comment, comment.
Have an amazing day, today, tomorrow, the whole week...
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. By the way, listen to Misguided Ghosts by Paramore. It always gets stuck in my head when I blog.
I haven't posted in three weeks, so I thought it'd be a good time to do a little writing. It never hurt anyone. Uh...scratch that. I'm not going to get into details about that, specifically.
Now, when I think about it, life goes by quickly. There are things we can and cannot do as we get older. We have to be careful, don't we? If you do something stupid, it could screw up your life. (Quote: My mother) Yes, we all make mistakes, but we have to think about what we do before we do it. This has been drilled into our youthful minds since, what, kindergarten? But it's true. Absolutely, 100% true. Parents and teachers aren't stupid. Think about what they tell you. It might help.
That was an interesting paragraph... Anyway, I decided to bring this up today because it's a subject that's been bothering me. And I was talking to one of my friends (I won't say names). She told me that she just wanted to let loose, break some rules, and have fun. While she's describing all of the ridiculous things she wants to do (buy a gorilla, among other things), I can't help but think about how insane this is. Sure, we can dream, but isn't it a bit...outlandish? Go ahead and say I worry too much. I already know I do.
But don't we need to grow up and realize that this life is our one chance to impact the world? (Now look who's dreaming big.) Really, we can all do it. Of course, we must do some very hard work and take a little risk. The outcome of said risk could be good or bad, but isn't that what makes it risk? Take the risk, my friends. If don't don't try, you'll never know. That is the best advice I can give you.
So...do you want to know more about me, as the lovely (Hah!) Maria? Or are we fine with the whole random posting thing? Comment, comment, comment.
Have an amazing day, today, tomorrow, the whole week...
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. By the way, listen to Misguided Ghosts by Paramore. It always gets stuck in my head when I blog.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Life Lessons #3-Maria
Hi readers!
Yes, we're plural now! Yay! This is why I advertise on Twitter and the like. Thank you!
So, I had a few thoughts while sitting outside (oh my gosh, I was outside??? WHY?!?!). Sometimes, I just feel like standing up on a table and shouting to the world, "I am a human being! I have emotions, a soul, and a mind! Don't think that you can push me over and I'll stay down! I WON'T DO IT!"
Uh...that seems to need an explanation. So, in general, you can literally try to kill me...or just hurt me, whatever...but you aren't going to get away with it! It won't phase me! I don't care! You might try spreading lies to hurt me, but I know what's true. The people who really care about me know what's true. Really. And there are people who care. I realized that this summer. Some people genuinely care for you. Others...they pretend. I have yet to figure out why, exactly, but I think that statement is true. Maybe it's for personal gain...though I haven't a clue what sort of gain that would be.
And, again, I'm conflicted. Why does this always happen? I'm not entirely sure who my really real friends are. I mean, I think they are, then the do something that makes me think they're not. After I think they're not, they do something to make me think they are again. What's the deal? Can't you just be an honest person? I suppose that people are just...messed up like that. Honesty is hard, I won't lie. As humans, we lie to protect each other and, more often than not, ourselves. This leads into that little thing we call "selfishness". People are like that. We're often told to "look out for number one", but, at the same time, told to "care for others" as well. Contradictions!
Is this life? Is this what we're supposed to deal with? Everything being fake and difficult? I don't know, readers. It seems tough for clueless and vulnerable little humans like us. Do we even know what we're doing? Well, I'll tell you that life is something different for everyone. If you compare my posts to Ayana's, you'll really get it. And that saying, "life is like a box of chocolates", I just don't get. How can you compare complexity that no one understands to sugar? C'mon! be realistic here!
Humanity is just a sick joke sometimes. There is no such thing as true peace. Seriously, don't even try convincing yourself that. you'll waste your time. However, there may be small moments, so tiny, you might miss them, of tranquility. And that, is why we live. For the short minutes when the storm dies down and you can just breathe.
I bid you goodnight, readers. Have a great day tomorrow, will you? Find your moment of calm.
XoXo,
Maria
Yes, we're plural now! Yay! This is why I advertise on Twitter and the like. Thank you!
So, I had a few thoughts while sitting outside (oh my gosh, I was outside??? WHY?!?!). Sometimes, I just feel like standing up on a table and shouting to the world, "I am a human being! I have emotions, a soul, and a mind! Don't think that you can push me over and I'll stay down! I WON'T DO IT!"
Uh...that seems to need an explanation. So, in general, you can literally try to kill me...or just hurt me, whatever...but you aren't going to get away with it! It won't phase me! I don't care! You might try spreading lies to hurt me, but I know what's true. The people who really care about me know what's true. Really. And there are people who care. I realized that this summer. Some people genuinely care for you. Others...they pretend. I have yet to figure out why, exactly, but I think that statement is true. Maybe it's for personal gain...though I haven't a clue what sort of gain that would be.
And, again, I'm conflicted. Why does this always happen? I'm not entirely sure who my really real friends are. I mean, I think they are, then the do something that makes me think they're not. After I think they're not, they do something to make me think they are again. What's the deal? Can't you just be an honest person? I suppose that people are just...messed up like that. Honesty is hard, I won't lie. As humans, we lie to protect each other and, more often than not, ourselves. This leads into that little thing we call "selfishness". People are like that. We're often told to "look out for number one", but, at the same time, told to "care for others" as well. Contradictions!
Is this life? Is this what we're supposed to deal with? Everything being fake and difficult? I don't know, readers. It seems tough for clueless and vulnerable little humans like us. Do we even know what we're doing? Well, I'll tell you that life is something different for everyone. If you compare my posts to Ayana's, you'll really get it. And that saying, "life is like a box of chocolates", I just don't get. How can you compare complexity that no one understands to sugar? C'mon! be realistic here!
Humanity is just a sick joke sometimes. There is no such thing as true peace. Seriously, don't even try convincing yourself that. you'll waste your time. However, there may be small moments, so tiny, you might miss them, of tranquility. And that, is why we live. For the short minutes when the storm dies down and you can just breathe.
I bid you goodnight, readers. Have a great day tomorrow, will you? Find your moment of calm.
XoXo,
Maria
Time- Ayana
I'M BACK!!!!
Hiya guys, did you even notice my absence? I hope so, otherwise I would be unloved and I do not like feeling unloved. It feels so... so... so unloving! So hopefully, I am loved and am welcomed back lovingly. Why am I gone? I had some complications that I would rather not tell the world about.
So hmmm... my subject for today? I have to think it's kind of early. How about how fast time goes by or how by a matter of a second, everything can change? Yeah, that sounds good to me.
So, I don't know about you but personally, I love life. I'm not suicidal or depressed which is an extremely good thing. (Random thought: My stomach hurts, I'm kind of hungry. Maybe I should eat breakfast, but I'm not sure if anyone is awake in my house. Hmmm...) Although, some people think I'm anorexic, and trust me, I'm not. I can't imagine starving myself or anything (and just because I am not eating breakfast right at this second does not mean I'm anorexic!!) I actually eat more than my friends do, or just as much at least. And they always call themselves "fat", they are not fat.
But you just have to spend every second you are allotted with the people you love, making the best memories ever. A small, un-tragic example would be at our seventh grade field trip last year, we were all talking and laughing and Bailey and Russell were racing. Next thing we knew we heard a scream and Bailey hurt her eye and it looked really gross.
But trust me, I can give you some very tragic examples as well. Like not too long ago, the third of August. My best friend (Annie's) Aunt died. She had an aneurysm a few days before, but they thought they got her to the hospitable just in time and we thought she would be home soon, in two weeks later the doctors said.
But then, her brain started swelling. They tried to stop it but they couldn't. Rest in peace, Becky, we'll love you forever.
Some more examples? My best friend (Annie again) her father died May 16, 2006 of a heat attack or stroke. My biological father who I had never met but planned on meeting him died March 21, 2005.
(Random thought: Hey look my dad just went to work. *amazed* )
And Annie's family sure has been through a lot, besides her aunt and her father in the last four years her family has also lost Annie's grandmother and Annie's uncle. She's one of the strongest person I know. I feel so bad for her family, of course I have been through a lot as well, but who hasn't? Seriously. There's not a competition or something for: I have it worse than you.
What about those starving children in Africa?! They don't care who has it worse! They don't even have salt or pepper. Can't you just see African kids all lined up saying, "Where's my salt and pepper?" (Heehee inside joke.)
So this seems long and I'll wrap it up.
L for Love-- Ayana
P.S. Ugh stupid spell chack... I DID NOT SPELL MY NAME WRONG!! Gosh, didn't I learn that in preschool? Actually, I think I knew how to spell my name before preschool, but both my names (first and last) are utterly unpronounceable. =/ But I love my name!
Hiya guys, did you even notice my absence? I hope so, otherwise I would be unloved and I do not like feeling unloved. It feels so... so... so unloving! So hopefully, I am loved and am welcomed back lovingly. Why am I gone? I had some complications that I would rather not tell the world about.
So hmmm... my subject for today? I have to think it's kind of early. How about how fast time goes by or how by a matter of a second, everything can change? Yeah, that sounds good to me.
So, I don't know about you but personally, I love life. I'm not suicidal or depressed which is an extremely good thing. (Random thought: My stomach hurts, I'm kind of hungry. Maybe I should eat breakfast, but I'm not sure if anyone is awake in my house. Hmmm...) Although, some people think I'm anorexic, and trust me, I'm not. I can't imagine starving myself or anything (and just because I am not eating breakfast right at this second does not mean I'm anorexic!!) I actually eat more than my friends do, or just as much at least. And they always call themselves "fat", they are not fat.
But you just have to spend every second you are allotted with the people you love, making the best memories ever. A small, un-tragic example would be at our seventh grade field trip last year, we were all talking and laughing and Bailey and Russell were racing. Next thing we knew we heard a scream and Bailey hurt her eye and it looked really gross.
But trust me, I can give you some very tragic examples as well. Like not too long ago, the third of August. My best friend (Annie's) Aunt died. She had an aneurysm a few days before, but they thought they got her to the hospitable just in time and we thought she would be home soon, in two weeks later the doctors said.
But then, her brain started swelling. They tried to stop it but they couldn't. Rest in peace, Becky, we'll love you forever.
Some more examples? My best friend (Annie again) her father died May 16, 2006 of a heat attack or stroke. My biological father who I had never met but planned on meeting him died March 21, 2005.
(Random thought: Hey look my dad just went to work. *amazed* )
And Annie's family sure has been through a lot, besides her aunt and her father in the last four years her family has also lost Annie's grandmother and Annie's uncle. She's one of the strongest person I know. I feel so bad for her family, of course I have been through a lot as well, but who hasn't? Seriously. There's not a competition or something for: I have it worse than you.
What about those starving children in Africa?! They don't care who has it worse! They don't even have salt or pepper. Can't you just see African kids all lined up saying, "Where's my salt and pepper?" (Heehee inside joke.)
So this seems long and I'll wrap it up.
L for Love-- Ayana
P.S. Ugh stupid spell chack... I DID NOT SPELL MY NAME WRONG!! Gosh, didn't I learn that in preschool? Actually, I think I knew how to spell my name before preschool, but both my names (first and last) are utterly unpronounceable. =/ But I love my name!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Rant of Insanity-Maria
I PROMISED I'D POST AGAIN!
I didn't expect it to be today, though.
First things first, I'm disappointed in the usually-fabulous Bill Kaulitz (Tokio Hotel). I still love him, of course, but what is doing to his body is just so...uncool. I seriously screamed when I saw this one:
http://bilder.bild.de/BILD/unterhaltung/leute/2010/07/20/tokio-hotel-bill/bill-nasenring-17049436-mfbq,templateId=renderScaled,property=Bild,height=349.jpg
A SEPTUM PIERCING??! No, no, no! This can't be happening! The boy looks like...like a bull! And that is not attractive! And then the ears! (Those are visible in that pic, too) Three? Why three? Ugh. Who am I to complain? I quite like it on Yu Phoenix of Cinema Bizarre. But I don't think it works on Bill. One more thing. It's rumored that he had his nipples pierced. Why?!?! It's trashy, I think. Just...ewwwww. There? Of all places? His new hair grew on me...so with the piercings? Not the septum or the nipples...I can tell you that. And the poor thing is so thin! Being 6'2", he cant weigh what he does (rumors are going about the exact number, so I'm not sure). I've seen pics on him with Tom on vacation in January of this year. You could count his ribs. I'm starting to worry about him...
And Strify's hair? Why does he do it like that now? It's half black, half blonde. It was fine before, but now it looks really strange. I don't think the style suits his face like his last one did. Although...I'd do anything to have Cinema Bizarre back (they went on a "hiatus" in January)...even if it meant they shaved their heads and dressed in rags. Though I'd be happier if they didn't.
Strify before: http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8650/strify143dy1.jpg
Strify now: http://twitpic.com/1e0rzr/full
Uh...off the topic of frustrations at my favorite celebrities, I was dragged to the zoo today by my parents. In attempt to get a picture of a chicken who was roaming around freely, I was right in front of the thing. What happens? It pulls "cocka-doodle-doo" right in my face. According to my dad, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Nice, huh? And then it followed me around until we left the zoo...teasing me. And it was a chicken. Chicken.
And one last thing, reader(s). I started figure skating early this Summer, taking lessons at the local rink. It's all because of 1) Johnny Weir (Thanks for taking the season off, Johnny. Really, I'm soooooo happy) 2) Ashley Wagner and 3) Stephane Lambiel (And you retired! Again, thanks soooooo much!). Anyway, I'm taking four weeks off to get used to the schedule with seventh grade, as it's really different than the one from sixth. It's kills me to be away from the ice. I should try to get to a public skate...ya know?
Annnnnd...cut! Have an awesome day, reader(s)!
XoXo,
Maria
I didn't expect it to be today, though.
First things first, I'm disappointed in the usually-fabulous Bill Kaulitz (Tokio Hotel). I still love him, of course, but what is doing to his body is just so...uncool. I seriously screamed when I saw this one:
http://bilder.bild.de/BILD/unterhaltung/leute/2010/07/20/tokio-hotel-bill/bill-nasenring-17049436-mfbq,templateId=renderScaled,property=Bild,height=349.jpg
A SEPTUM PIERCING??! No, no, no! This can't be happening! The boy looks like...like a bull! And that is not attractive! And then the ears! (Those are visible in that pic, too) Three? Why three? Ugh. Who am I to complain? I quite like it on Yu Phoenix of Cinema Bizarre. But I don't think it works on Bill. One more thing. It's rumored that he had his nipples pierced. Why?!?! It's trashy, I think. Just...ewwwww. There? Of all places? His new hair grew on me...so with the piercings? Not the septum or the nipples...I can tell you that. And the poor thing is so thin! Being 6'2", he cant weigh what he does (rumors are going about the exact number, so I'm not sure). I've seen pics on him with Tom on vacation in January of this year. You could count his ribs. I'm starting to worry about him...
And Strify's hair? Why does he do it like that now? It's half black, half blonde. It was fine before, but now it looks really strange. I don't think the style suits his face like his last one did. Although...I'd do anything to have Cinema Bizarre back (they went on a "hiatus" in January)...even if it meant they shaved their heads and dressed in rags. Though I'd be happier if they didn't.
Strify before: http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8650/strify143dy1.jpg
Strify now: http://twitpic.com/1e0rzr/full
Uh...off the topic of frustrations at my favorite celebrities, I was dragged to the zoo today by my parents. In attempt to get a picture of a chicken who was roaming around freely, I was right in front of the thing. What happens? It pulls "cocka-doodle-doo" right in my face. According to my dad, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Nice, huh? And then it followed me around until we left the zoo...teasing me. And it was a chicken. Chicken.
And one last thing, reader(s). I started figure skating early this Summer, taking lessons at the local rink. It's all because of 1) Johnny Weir (Thanks for taking the season off, Johnny. Really, I'm soooooo happy) 2) Ashley Wagner and 3) Stephane Lambiel (And you retired! Again, thanks soooooo much!). Anyway, I'm taking four weeks off to get used to the schedule with seventh grade, as it's really different than the one from sixth. It's kills me to be away from the ice. I should try to get to a public skate...ya know?
Annnnnd...cut! Have an awesome day, reader(s)!
XoXo,
Maria
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Chicken Update-Maria
Hello!
WE HAVE A FOLLOWER! JENNA! I SPEAK FOR BOTH ANYANA AND MYSELF WHEN I SAY: WE LOVE YOU!!!
Ahem.
Now, about that chicken.
It's been about a week. Guess what, readers? THE POLICE STILL DIDN'T COME!!!
Glad I'm not dying.
Anyway...a few teenagers were driving down our road and saw the chicken. The guy comes to our door while his girlfriend picks up the chicken and comes down. She says she has chickens at home, and she and her mom would figure out what to do with it. Than you, whoever you are. You saved the life of a chicken who could have gotten hit by a car.
So, as far as I know, our little friend is safe and sound. This, again, is a short update. I'll try to blog again this week.
Have an awesome day, everyone!
XoXo,
Maria
WE HAVE A FOLLOWER! JENNA! I SPEAK FOR BOTH ANYANA AND MYSELF WHEN I SAY: WE LOVE YOU!!!
Ahem.
Now, about that chicken.
It's been about a week. Guess what, readers? THE POLICE STILL DIDN'T COME!!!
Glad I'm not dying.
Anyway...a few teenagers were driving down our road and saw the chicken. The guy comes to our door while his girlfriend picks up the chicken and comes down. She says she has chickens at home, and she and her mom would figure out what to do with it. Than you, whoever you are. You saved the life of a chicken who could have gotten hit by a car.
So, as far as I know, our little friend is safe and sound. This, again, is a short update. I'll try to blog again this week.
Have an awesome day, everyone!
XoXo,
Maria
Monday, August 2, 2010
Life Lessons #2-Maria
Hi everyone! (Do we have anyone...?)
Across the street, there is a farm. Right now, there is a large white chicken in my driveway. It's been there for about eight hours now. Mom and I went over to the farm about two hours ago, to see if it was his chicken. The family who own the farm was out, so their farmhand was sitting on the porch and keeping an eye on things. Or not. After an extremely brief conversation, we discovered the chicken was not the farm's. Then whose is it?
Mom and I retreated to the safety of our home. Mom first called my dad, and then the police station. The gentleman on the phone said that the police would take care of it. Ha-ha.
What's my life lesson, you ask?
Mom called an hour and twenty minutes ago. The police still have yet to come around. A pizza could have come faster than this! Five pizzas! Five! Only in America, yeah? So, if my house is ever being robbed, and the robber is trying to kill me, I'm going to order myself a pizza.
Some lady in a minivan just beeped her horn at the thing. What's that going to do? People have been stopping all day to look at it. Not help it. Just look.
This fluffy chicken is still on the side of the road, dodging cars. I think it's digging a hole. What's it going to do when it's dark out? Anyone have suggestions that Mom and I could try to do so the chicken doesn't die?
Well, let's see where this goes, readers. I'll blog the outcome.
Make the end of your day great for me, okay?
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. Sorry that this is quite short.
Across the street, there is a farm. Right now, there is a large white chicken in my driveway. It's been there for about eight hours now. Mom and I went over to the farm about two hours ago, to see if it was his chicken. The family who own the farm was out, so their farmhand was sitting on the porch and keeping an eye on things. Or not. After an extremely brief conversation, we discovered the chicken was not the farm's. Then whose is it?
Mom and I retreated to the safety of our home. Mom first called my dad, and then the police station. The gentleman on the phone said that the police would take care of it. Ha-ha.
What's my life lesson, you ask?
Mom called an hour and twenty minutes ago. The police still have yet to come around. A pizza could have come faster than this! Five pizzas! Five! Only in America, yeah? So, if my house is ever being robbed, and the robber is trying to kill me, I'm going to order myself a pizza.
Some lady in a minivan just beeped her horn at the thing. What's that going to do? People have been stopping all day to look at it. Not help it. Just look.
This fluffy chicken is still on the side of the road, dodging cars. I think it's digging a hole. What's it going to do when it's dark out? Anyone have suggestions that Mom and I could try to do so the chicken doesn't die?
Well, let's see where this goes, readers. I'll blog the outcome.
Make the end of your day great for me, okay?
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. Sorry that this is quite short.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Boys, Boys, Boys.- Ayana
If there's one thing that I hate and love at the same time, it's boys. You love them, well because of stupid hormones, or whatever it is that makes me like them. Yet, at the same time you want to rip their head of because of the most recent thing they did, and lately my life has been topsy-turvy ever since I met Bill.
Around my area we have high school games called the legion and me and my friends usually go unless we have a softball game that day. The first one I went to this summer was awesome, and I had fun with my friends. The next day Annie and I were outside on her porch steps coloring on the sidewalk. One of Bill's friends, Jay are Annie's neighbor and he came up to us before crossing through her yard to get to the park, he was talking about how Bill thought I was hot and liked me. I had no idea who the kid is, so I just go along saying I wasn't interested. When he left Annie told me how hot he was, and she showed me his pick on myspace. Ironically, not to long ago that afternoon I was asking who "Bill Bill" was on her myspace. And ever since then he's popping up everywhere.
At the legion games, at Rithcie's game, and just plain old everywhere. My mind especially. He was always there. Everytime I passed his friends at the parks they yelled out "Hey Ayana! Bill likes you!" and I would say "okay" or "whatever" or "sure" not knowing if they were telling the truth or not. Because 1. Bill had a girlfriend and 2 after that he would claim he didn't. Then, just the other night Joe, Annie's cousin said on facebook that he liked me. I wasn'y sure whether to trust him or not, I'd have to ask Annie. So i txted her while she was sleeping. She didn't respond 'til the next morning. And she went on my facebook (we practically share it) and found out some things from Joe. Bill doesn't actually like me, he said he was just kidding right after he told me. And that's why I claim boys are stupid. (No offense to boys or anything reading this, they probably think girls are stupid also.)
It's just all so confusing and frustrating and it makes me clueless. I hate that. I know, someday I will find the right person, and I will be happy, I'm just wishing that day would come faster. =/ But I don't because even through all this I'm happy because I have my best friends to back me up. Especially when I saw Annie said to Joe, her cousin, "if your lying to ayana i will chew your head up" and I know very well that she can. She also called me her besy friend, which I liked because sometimes with living in two different places I can't be so sure all the time.
And I know, I am probably boring you with my problems and Maria will yell at me for incorrect grammer, talking about me too much, both, or something else on here. But that's OK by me. =D LOL love her. <3 <3
I promise next time I will right about something that will make you think, like my views on life or whatever... dreams, goals, music, whatever, I kind of love those subjects. Oohh and add writing to that list, I want to be an a-- no no no thats for the next post!
L for love-- Ayana
P.S. Did you know your supposed to paint your dominant hand first when painting your nails?? I always forget but I try to remember. ;D So until next time...
Around my area we have high school games called the legion and me and my friends usually go unless we have a softball game that day. The first one I went to this summer was awesome, and I had fun with my friends. The next day Annie and I were outside on her porch steps coloring on the sidewalk. One of Bill's friends, Jay are Annie's neighbor and he came up to us before crossing through her yard to get to the park, he was talking about how Bill thought I was hot and liked me. I had no idea who the kid is, so I just go along saying I wasn't interested. When he left Annie told me how hot he was, and she showed me his pick on myspace. Ironically, not to long ago that afternoon I was asking who "Bill Bill" was on her myspace. And ever since then he's popping up everywhere.
At the legion games, at Rithcie's game, and just plain old everywhere. My mind especially. He was always there. Everytime I passed his friends at the parks they yelled out "Hey Ayana! Bill likes you!" and I would say "okay" or "whatever" or "sure" not knowing if they were telling the truth or not. Because 1. Bill had a girlfriend and 2 after that he would claim he didn't. Then, just the other night Joe, Annie's cousin said on facebook that he liked me. I wasn'y sure whether to trust him or not, I'd have to ask Annie. So i txted her while she was sleeping. She didn't respond 'til the next morning. And she went on my facebook (we practically share it) and found out some things from Joe. Bill doesn't actually like me, he said he was just kidding right after he told me. And that's why I claim boys are stupid. (No offense to boys or anything reading this, they probably think girls are stupid also.)
It's just all so confusing and frustrating and it makes me clueless. I hate that. I know, someday I will find the right person, and I will be happy, I'm just wishing that day would come faster. =/ But I don't because even through all this I'm happy because I have my best friends to back me up. Especially when I saw Annie said to Joe, her cousin, "if your lying to ayana i will chew your head up" and I know very well that she can. She also called me her besy friend, which I liked because sometimes with living in two different places I can't be so sure all the time.
And I know, I am probably boring you with my problems and Maria will yell at me for incorrect grammer, talking about me too much, both, or something else on here. But that's OK by me. =D LOL love her. <3 <3
I promise next time I will right about something that will make you think, like my views on life or whatever... dreams, goals, music, whatever, I kind of love those subjects. Oohh and add writing to that list, I want to be an a-- no no no thats for the next post!
L for love-- Ayana
P.S. Did you know your supposed to paint your dominant hand first when painting your nails?? I always forget but I try to remember. ;D So until next time...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Life Lessons #1-Maria
Hey readers.
You'd probably say I don't have as much "life experience" as an adult would. And that's true, I don't. But I do have a decent amount. Enough to know that this world, right now, is pretty screwed up.
Trusting people, for me, is pretty difficult. The past few years, my peers have become pretty brutal. I didn't know how people my age, barely thirteen, could be so cruel. In the past school year, I have received two death threats, watched as four of my friends began to hate me for no apparent reason, and heard about one very horrid rumor being spread about me. I'll explain the latter; the rest are pretty pointless now.
So one day at lunch, I was talking to two of my friends about a band that I liked. The band was Tokio Hotel. One said, "oh they look like girls." I responded with a quick, "a little, but I like them anyway." The boys at the table behind us apparently misheard our words. In a matter of two days, the entire grade thought I was bisexual. No one was talking to me, aside form my closest friends.
I knew that I wasn't bisexual. I have absolutely nothing against anyone who is, but I didn't like to be called something I'm not. This was an extremely difficult time for me. No one knew the truth, and when I tried to explain, no one believed my story. Isn't it so curious how people hear a rumor, and don't believe the truth when it comes from the source?
It never really was resolved. Guidance councilors (at my school, at least) don['t really help the situation. I describe them as touchy-feeley. I'd rather be anonymous than have them say, "Oh, Maria doesn't like that you spread a rumor about her." They way they go about handling the situation kind of bothers me. It usually just makes things worse.
Really, I just don't understand anymore. I don't know who I can trust, because, obviously, many of my friends can't be. I think one friend is just so insanely honest and good-natured that she'll always be there. One. That's just about it for me. I don't know what to think anymore. Maybe I won't focus on anything socially from here on out. Maybe I'll just...leave everyone alone and stay to myself. What do you think, readers?
And if any of the lovely people who spread that lovely rumor (you know who you are) are reading this, You have been spreading lies. I feel bad for you, as you were sucked into this mess.
Have an awesome day, on me.
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. Even though they were inadvertently the start of my problems, I still love Tokio Hotel. Search them on YouTube, okay? They're amazing.
You'd probably say I don't have as much "life experience" as an adult would. And that's true, I don't. But I do have a decent amount. Enough to know that this world, right now, is pretty screwed up.
Trusting people, for me, is pretty difficult. The past few years, my peers have become pretty brutal. I didn't know how people my age, barely thirteen, could be so cruel. In the past school year, I have received two death threats, watched as four of my friends began to hate me for no apparent reason, and heard about one very horrid rumor being spread about me. I'll explain the latter; the rest are pretty pointless now.
So one day at lunch, I was talking to two of my friends about a band that I liked. The band was Tokio Hotel. One said, "oh they look like girls." I responded with a quick, "a little, but I like them anyway." The boys at the table behind us apparently misheard our words. In a matter of two days, the entire grade thought I was bisexual. No one was talking to me, aside form my closest friends.
I knew that I wasn't bisexual. I have absolutely nothing against anyone who is, but I didn't like to be called something I'm not. This was an extremely difficult time for me. No one knew the truth, and when I tried to explain, no one believed my story. Isn't it so curious how people hear a rumor, and don't believe the truth when it comes from the source?
It never really was resolved. Guidance councilors (at my school, at least) don['t really help the situation. I describe them as touchy-feeley. I'd rather be anonymous than have them say, "Oh, Maria doesn't like that you spread a rumor about her." They way they go about handling the situation kind of bothers me. It usually just makes things worse.
Really, I just don't understand anymore. I don't know who I can trust, because, obviously, many of my friends can't be. I think one friend is just so insanely honest and good-natured that she'll always be there. One. That's just about it for me. I don't know what to think anymore. Maybe I won't focus on anything socially from here on out. Maybe I'll just...leave everyone alone and stay to myself. What do you think, readers?
And if any of the lovely people who spread that lovely rumor (you know who you are) are reading this, You have been spreading lies. I feel bad for you, as you were sucked into this mess.
Have an awesome day, on me.
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. Even though they were inadvertently the start of my problems, I still love Tokio Hotel. Search them on YouTube, okay? They're amazing.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I'm Only Me When I'm With You-Ayana
Hi, my name is Ayana (I-yawn-a) and you would not believe how many times I had tried to rewrite this. I have sooo many things to be told about me but somethings will not be and today, I will be talking about my best friends in the entire world! (One of my favorite subjects, they're just the best people ever!)
Besides Maria and all my other online buddies I have Annie and Lexi, they are just the best friends pretty much. Braydon is Lexi's brother and Ritchie is Annie's annoying, oompa lumpa brother. We always make fun of each other but we know we kind of... love each other, well except Ritchie. He doesn't count, but seriously, I could not live without these people. We have so many back stories, even today. When Lexi, Annie, and I were going down the street rolling in a computer desk chair! And then Braydon's friend Teddy was over and he wanted a try so we pushed him down the driveway and half way down I realize "His legs can't touch the ground!" So I start chasing after him but he hits the curb and flips over!! It was hilarious!!
Or at the baseball game today, we were behind these old ladies and one of them had a bug in her hair! Hahaha!! And we were all laughing and trying to decide what to do! I think Annie got it out eventually though! And also at the game, cheering on our favorite player and realizing Teddy sent a text to my crush saying "hi honey" but then saying again "oops i sent this to the wrong person" I was kind of embarrassed and Lexi went on about how it was so mean and they would get into trouble. And Teddy started crying so we figured it was him, but truthfully by now. I didn't care, really. But he was crying and left, but I was fine. But as Annie said, "It's a good thing this happened to Ayana, because she doesn't give a crap about anything!"
But anyways, I seriously love these people!
The title is a song by Taylor Swift by the way.
L for Love, Ayana
(Note: Names in this post are not the actual names of the people spoken of. They were changes for privacy.)
Besides Maria and all my other online buddies I have Annie and Lexi, they are just the best friends pretty much. Braydon is Lexi's brother and Ritchie is Annie's annoying, oompa lumpa brother. We always make fun of each other but we know we kind of... love each other, well except Ritchie. He doesn't count, but seriously, I could not live without these people. We have so many back stories, even today. When Lexi, Annie, and I were going down the street rolling in a computer desk chair! And then Braydon's friend Teddy was over and he wanted a try so we pushed him down the driveway and half way down I realize "His legs can't touch the ground!" So I start chasing after him but he hits the curb and flips over!! It was hilarious!!
Or at the baseball game today, we were behind these old ladies and one of them had a bug in her hair! Hahaha!! And we were all laughing and trying to decide what to do! I think Annie got it out eventually though! And also at the game, cheering on our favorite player and realizing Teddy sent a text to my crush saying "hi honey" but then saying again "oops i sent this to the wrong person" I was kind of embarrassed and Lexi went on about how it was so mean and they would get into trouble. And Teddy started crying so we figured it was him, but truthfully by now. I didn't care, really. But he was crying and left, but I was fine. But as Annie said, "It's a good thing this happened to Ayana, because she doesn't give a crap about anything!"
But anyways, I seriously love these people!
The title is a song by Taylor Swift by the way.
L for Love, Ayana
(Note: Names in this post are not the actual names of the people spoken of. They were changes for privacy.)
Just the Beginning-Maria
This blog will have so many things in it that you will probably render pointless. Ayana and I needed a place to vent and discuss the realizations that come to us during our daily lives. We mean no offence to anyone in anything we say. If you are offended by something, please comment and let us know. Thanks!
So, I suppose I'll start with a little something I thought of while in the car yesterday, driving to dinner with my parents. My iPhone was playing a song by Cinema Bizarre, one of my current obsessions. I thought: Why does the cost necessities for people to live constantly go up? Of course, that got me thinking more. If those necessities came free, the people who supply them wouldn't have any profit whatsoever. It does cost a fair sum of money to, for example, grow corn. And to grow a massive amount of corn to ship to a supermarket would cost quite a bit. From this, I concluded that life itself is about supply, demand, and profit. Am I right? But what about the people who can't afford to eat? That's why we have those places where we donate a can of food (every school does it, don't lie to me) come in. Because of other people's donations, the less fortunate can eat. So kindness can save a life. That's definitely a thought I liked.
Everyone seems to be talking about Mel Gibson. My mom is watching ET right now.My, my. Such insanity. I don't see where violence comes in to anything; in life in general, I mean. Why do men have to hit women. Or children. Or even women hitting men and children. I've heard of that happening, too. Do people get into such a rage that the anger cannot be held in and the just have to let in out in such a way? Why not use a stress ball? If only the world was that simple. Human emotions are fascinating like that. So extreme, yet not, at the same time.
In my town, middle-school is 7th and 8th grade. This August, I'll be starting 7th grade. I have no idea what I can expect, aside from what I've heard. But who can judge anything that people say? I know something else, though. I have to go to CCD, or religious ed. I heard (word of mouth again...) that we have a retreat next year, but I'm not sure. During the two-day retreat, you can only have a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and your Bible. No homework. The middle school is known for weekend homework (according to a freshman my mom talked to), so how on Earth are we supposed to do it? Do you fail because of a religious obligation? Death in the family can't even get you out of the retreat. I don't know what to think here, so I'll just remain impartial, I suppose.
Enough of me now. Go do something productive and make your day a great one.
XoXo,
Maria
So, I suppose I'll start with a little something I thought of while in the car yesterday, driving to dinner with my parents. My iPhone was playing a song by Cinema Bizarre, one of my current obsessions. I thought: Why does the cost necessities for people to live constantly go up? Of course, that got me thinking more. If those necessities came free, the people who supply them wouldn't have any profit whatsoever. It does cost a fair sum of money to, for example, grow corn. And to grow a massive amount of corn to ship to a supermarket would cost quite a bit. From this, I concluded that life itself is about supply, demand, and profit. Am I right? But what about the people who can't afford to eat? That's why we have those places where we donate a can of food (every school does it, don't lie to me) come in. Because of other people's donations, the less fortunate can eat. So kindness can save a life. That's definitely a thought I liked.
Everyone seems to be talking about Mel Gibson. My mom is watching ET right now.My, my. Such insanity. I don't see where violence comes in to anything; in life in general, I mean. Why do men have to hit women. Or children. Or even women hitting men and children. I've heard of that happening, too. Do people get into such a rage that the anger cannot be held in and the just have to let in out in such a way? Why not use a stress ball? If only the world was that simple. Human emotions are fascinating like that. So extreme, yet not, at the same time.
In my town, middle-school is 7th and 8th grade. This August, I'll be starting 7th grade. I have no idea what I can expect, aside from what I've heard. But who can judge anything that people say? I know something else, though. I have to go to CCD, or religious ed. I heard (word of mouth again...) that we have a retreat next year, but I'm not sure. During the two-day retreat, you can only have a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and your Bible. No homework. The middle school is known for weekend homework (according to a freshman my mom talked to), so how on Earth are we supposed to do it? Do you fail because of a religious obligation? Death in the family can't even get you out of the retreat. I don't know what to think here, so I'll just remain impartial, I suppose.
Enough of me now. Go do something productive and make your day a great one.
XoXo,
Maria
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