La-de-de-da.

ITS WEDNESDAY!
yesss. finally.

Todays plans:
Coach my volleyball team at 4.
Work at 5.
Finish my last minute homework throughout the night.
Stay the night at my grandmas.
Text the people I love!
If you don't have my number, get it.

This is what we do on our spare time.

'I moo-stache you a question. But i can shave-it for later" ♥
Yes. Suprisingly, this is more entertaining than it appears to be.
Be-t-dubbs.
Yesterday during a class in homelink, a guy had ants coming out of his bookbag. Reasoning? He had a BUTTLOAD OF CANDY.
Now, I wanted a jolly rancher so we were picking out kinds we wanted. Lovely enough, there were ants stuck to the sticky candy. Yum.

I like lots and lots of colorful stuff. Its true. Neon, vibrant colors.

Thursday! I'm.Wearing.Boots. Not just any boots. My Favorite Boots. ♥
CUTE BOOTS. I love boots.

So, I took alot of pictures this week just for fun. & realized something. I don't like getting my picture taken, but I love to take them? say what? how crazy.

Udpate on my life:

I got a doggy! Yes I Did. We saved her from the humane society. Hereos. She's 2 years old. A mix of a doberman and beagle. She's ridiculously cute. Friendly. And also thinks shes a lap-dog. She's small but not that small. She's seriously lovable. Picture? YES.

& my grandma's new kitty I oh so adore, Chatty Catty. She talks alot, hence the name.

Well, pretty positive I don't have anything else to mention. Follow mee! (: ♥ Thanks for reading. Cyaa!

HOMELINK

Hey Guyssss.Yes, second night in a row, crazy right?
oKaY, SO.

Today was AWESOMEE.
Truly was. I hung with my buddies at homelink Tyler, Kellin, Keaton, Kayla, Kali, & met new people like Stetson, etc. These. People. Are. Awesome. I forgot some names but I was bumbarded (probably spelt that wrong) with new faces and names under two minutes.

Anywhosiess,
I did have a good day at Homelink. I'm glad I finally started making friends here. To be honest.. Last year I really didn't feel welcomed. I had no friends there. When I went to events, I didn't talk to anybody but my family. I know a lot of it is my fault. I seem very put to myself & shy which throws many people off. Socially ackward? No, I'm not. I just really don't like walking up to people I don't know and just start a random conversation with them. As Tyler likes to call it, I'm surrounded by my "shy bubble". Tyler, I have named my shy bubble, Bubbly Petunia. YES.

Thursday is another day at homelink but I don't stay as long. Normally Tuesdays I don't stay past 11 p.m. but since my mom's van broke down & my cousin stays till 2:30 anyways, me & my other cousin decided to take a little adventure and step outside of our "bubbles". Truthfully, I'm not as shy as Kayla, but I also feel wierd if I step out to far at first.

Anyways, I've met new people which is awesome considering its nice having people from "my school" actually befriend me. At my old school, I was bullied alot. Maybe that's why I'm very insecure sometimes about myself. I've broken the habit of feeling like I have to wear a lot to be somebody. I've accepted myself for who I am. & I'd never admit to this. Until now. On my awesome blog.

My passion for writing can go a long way. I can say so much by writing it down on paper, but have nothing like that to say in person. I guess I was born to write on paper or text even. Not to verbally express myself.

I'm still trying to figure out who I am. Everyday I suprise myself with something new. The things I like, for example, solid colored t-shirts, have started to slowly fade away from my interest and now I like cute designs and even plaid. Something I would have NEVER worn or considered buying before. Thats just it though. I'm not changing because I'm trying to be something I'm not. I'm changing because life changes you. Everyone changes. At one point, I was changing in bad ways. Others, in good. I wouldn't take any of it back though. What I've done in the past that I do & don't regret have shaped me into me. I am who I am because of my stupidity and my intellegence. I'm me from all the different things I try and do. Some things I've hated I now enjoy, like this blog. I never could imagine sitting here writing for twenty minutes, not even ten, typing about random things. But here I am typing away. Its different for me. Its life.

Better In Time

After many hours of STARING at a blank white paper, I decided it was time to put it up & open the laptop. Which leads me to this wonderful blog. So, today I will be telling you about my great adventure. I woke up at 7:30 a.m. My older sister goes to Meramec for her classes today. I also got a 32 oz soda at QT before dropping her off. It was nice since I need to go to rehab for my coke addiction. Anyways, I went on Facebook as my daily routine always goes, to a message I definitely didn't want to see. I won't be posting what it said or whom said it, but just to let you know, it hurt me deeply. Anyways, after that I guess you can imagine I had a very bad day. My head was aching ALL day. Nothing could get rid of it. After going from In A Relationship to Single to Married to Single to In A Relationship on Facebook all in one day, I guess you can see the drama included without even knowing the details. Frustrated, confused, and still recovering from the horrible weekend of the flu, today was just not my cup of tea. But than, my awesome friends always manage to come to the rescue. They made me smile. Even laugh. After this hectic day, it didn't seem that was even possible. But of course. My friends proved me wrong. This time, I was beyond happy they did. I guess you could say it was a Fairy Tale Story. You have the okay beginning. Than the vicious plot in the middle. And last but not least, The Happy Ending. I made ammence with my boyfriend, figured out the problem, and ended up picking up that piece of paper and writing down, "Wright Brothers Facts". A good way to start my paper.

Oh! One more thing. I wrote in my Reader's Journal. As bizzarre as that seems, it made me feel better. I looked at my teacher like she was crazy, writing in a journal. I never saw the point. But after reading alot she gave for homework and taking the advice, I'm already becoming a better writer. Even a better poet! Its honestly great seeing this improvement. It was like that stage in your life when you feel like your at the end, there's nothing left to see or learn. I really thank my teacher for furthering my education on writing. Without it, I don't know what I'd do.

Thank You Mrs. Musick. <3

Okay, Venting Over. Time to get to that paper. Ugh! (: Ta-ta!

Just Carry On

Got caught.
nice shot.
feeling lost.
your out of thoughts.
never said it?
I just read it.
Bummer huh?
Summers done.
fooled me once.
Not gonna be twice.
Managed to quit.
Why did you pull this -ishh.
Now Im gone.
Just carry on.
Watch me leave.
Just sit and grieve.
Dueces.

December

I spend so much time trying to make her happy, but I'm losing myself along the way.
Time is ticking by. All I seem to find is disappointment and always going the wrong way.
I feel lost. So misplaced. So out of the game.
No matter how the dice rolls, I'll never have the fame.
When everything seems to be coming together, it never stays the same.
A smile is put on her face, than slowly disinegrates.
She seems like herself, just how I remember. Than she changes.
Hiding under a mask. I doubt she'll come back this December.
After so many tears, I feel no more fear, its all becoming clear.
If I look at her like I always have and stay tamed, she'll claim me hers again, never be ashamed, be glad I never blamed, and realize I still love her to this very day, the same.

Writing, Writing, Write.

So, I've joined alot of blogging sites before this, but I've managed to abandon them all after a month. I plan to stay committed to this one. Bare with me.
I've always had a fascination with Edgar Allan Poe. His poet managed to catch my attention right away which I can't say about many. Reading isn't exactly what I do on my extra time.Not only did he connect with me with his poetry, but he also enjoyed writing short stories, like myself. Not only did I love his beautiful poetry, but I most of all adored his gruesome, dark, short stories. After reading his stories, I became inspired to start writing my many thoughts onto a piece of paper. After hours of scribbling down everything that popped in my head, I decided this was something i really enjoyed. From then on, I called myself a writer.

Even though I went to a lovely Catholic School throughout my elementary years, my creative writing was frowned upon by my English teacher. Many short stories were given horrible grades, not because of a dull plot, bad grammar, etc. It wasn't graded by its merit, but from its demonic sense. I felt this was unfair because creative writing is never wrong. Its abstract.

Many stories I have writen, I will post on my site. 
Writing has become a very big part of my life and I will continue all throughout it.

If your ever interested in reading a few of Poe's stories, the link below is a wonderful site to not only learn a little about this writer, but also read many of his works.

http://poestories.com/index.php