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
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