I Got Bored (You’re Welcome) May 9, 2014

If you were trapped on an abandoned island and your only resources were 3000 popsicle sticks, 3 gallons of glue, 2 tires, and 30 rubber bands, what would you do? What would you build?

Well first of all, I’d wonder why on earth there were 3 gallons of glue on an abandoned island. Then I’d wonder who one earth was able to eat 3000 popsicle’s and still be alive (just kidding, I’ve probably eaten about that many). Then I’d wonder where all of those rubber bands came from…but I don’t think I’d wonder so much about the tires. I feel like tires should be included on the list of random things that would be on a random abandoned island.

First, I’d probably build some incredibly sad and flimsy shelter out of glue and tires. I won’t go in depth explaining how that would work, because it probably wouldn’t. Second, I’d try to see if there were any more popsicles (hey, if they were there that long, then there’s got to be some liquid popsicles somewhere). Then after that I’d probably build some kind of raft/boat/floaty-thingy. I feel like that wouldn’t do me much good, though. If I had absolutely no idea where I was and it was ridiculously sunny outside all the time, why would I want to aimlessly float around on something that could sink at any moment and risk the chance of dying of a heat stroke?

On second thought, maybe I’d just find a way to build a gigantic fire…

Camp NaNoWriMo (and how I’m kind of cheating, but not really) April 2, 2014

It’s that time of year again, guys. Time to bring out you pens/ pencils/ paper/ notebooks/ coffee/ tea/ water/ OJ/ lemonade/ typewriters/ laptops/ keyboards/ …I don’t know, gift cards? and START WRITING.

Again.

Seems like just a few months ago, I was trying, then deciding not too, then deciding too, then failing at the regular NaNoWriMo.

Oh sweet memories…

But in ACTUAL GOOD NEWS I GO-

Oh yeah…I didn’t explain the title yet. Okay, so I was SUPPOSED to start writing whatever I’m supposed to be writing yesterday, but my laptop charger broke, so then I could no longer charge my computer…so I couldn’t use it for a 2 days…

IT WAS TERRIBLE I TELL YOU. TERRIBLE.

But I survived. So I’m okay.

But anyways, I went on to check my account, and there were like, 30 camper messages from people saying hi. 45 hours after I said hi. Cabin-mates suck sometimes, you guys. I’m just saying. So THEN, I went on and put that I wrote 1,435 words today.

Now this is kind of a lie…but not really. I didn’t actually physically sit down and type up that many words and decided to dedicate it to NaNoWriMo. No, what I decided to do was edit a story that I had kinda sorta started a little bit, and see how far I got with it. So TECHNICALLY, since I had to do all the work and search for a grand total of 30 seconds for the document, that can count as my writing time. Besides, I’m going to go edit it some today anyways. And THAT counts as working.

…Right?

And besides, it’s not like I don’t have that many words and I totally lied…

Okay, moving on.

P.S. DON’T COMMENT AND MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY ABOUT THIS.

Okay, now for not rambling actual GOOD news.

I GOT ACCEPTED TO BE A STATE FINALIST TO COMPETE FOR MISS KANSAS TEEN THROUGH NATIONAL AMERICAN MISS OH MY GOSH I’M SO EXCITEDDDDDDDDDD OH MY GOSHHHHHHH!!!!!

Only un problemo, mi amigo’s (and no, I’m not taking spanish…I’m taking french. Don’t ask)…there’s a sponsor fee. And I need half of it ($240) by before the end of the month. So I have to like, call people. REAL PEOPLE. LIKE, REAL REAL LIVE PEOPLE.

HOW AM I GOING TO DO THIS?!

Haha, I’m just kidding…I’m actually really excited about it. Even the getting sponsors part. I mean, this is a pageant with a purpose. They don’t do the swimsuit modeling part, and you don’t even have to model at all if you don’t want too. You learn interviewing skills, you learn how to confidently walk and talk in front of a live audience with lots of people, you can practice your talent, and win awards for it, you do community service…it’s awesome. Getting the sponsors should be REALLY fun after I figure out what I’m supposed to say. If I can make it to state finals, I can talk to a general manager. I mean, they’re not going to like, bite me…right? They’ll just sit there and listen and look at the brochure and talk with me and tell me yes or no! I mean, I’m ALREADY a people person. It’s why I like downtown so much. And why I never ever EVER want to live on the farm. Or too far into the country. We could have a 2 million dollar mansion, but if it were too far away from civilization, I’d go rent a bungalow or something.

Okay, the mansion part miiight not be completely accurate…but you get the point.

In other OTHER good news, WE’RE DOING FOOD SCULPTING TONIGHT AHHH I’M SO EXCITEDDDDD!!!!

Wow, I get excited REALLY easily… But I guess that’s a good thing. I mean, cause when I get a boyfriend (AHAHAHAHHAHA THAT’S FUNNY! I mean…*ahem*, keep reading), he’ll always be happy cause I’ll just be happy to see him all the time!

But flowers are still good. Oooooh or chocolate. You can never EVER have enough of that.

Like, ever.

These Past Weeks In History March 24, 2014

ELLO fellow blogger people who just so happen to be reading this!

I logged ont my WordPress account today to read other people’s stuff…and then I realized that I hadn’t written anything for like, a month. So HERE I AM, WITH YOUR KINDASORTAMAYBENOTREALLY DAILY DOSE OF AWESOME.

So…Camp NaNoWriMo’s coming up. And yup. I donated some money too. Because I BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF WRITING.

Plus, it makes me feel good to think I can help a ginormous organization bring happiness and joy to CHILDREN ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

See? Kinda makes you want to donate now too, huh?

In other news, my friend is being kinda-sorta stalked by this guy she gave her phone number too.

I GOT A LETTER INVITING ME TO AN OPEN CALL TO BE IN A PAGEANT.

I got a letter from my school telling me I’m academically eligible to be accepted into the National Honors Society, and that I just had to fill out a bunch of papers about how awesome I am and how much amazing community service I do (………..).

CREEK JUMPER BOY MIGHT BE IGNORING ME.

And Prom’s coming up! It’s April 12th…and of course, there’s all the drama that goes along with it…most of it, however, is probably just inside my head. And mostly because I’m too chicken to ask this guy to go with me. How the heck am I going to be in a pageant if I can’t even ask a guy to prom….Actually, scratch that, speaking in front of 3 hundred people would probably be easier. But that’s just because I don’t get as nervous as some people when I’m talking to large groups. The perks of being me…

IT’S SPRING BREAK THIS WEEK AND I’M JUST SO HAPPY EVEN IF MOST OF WHAT I’M DOING IS STAYING HOME AND CATCHING UP IN SCHOOL AND READING, I AM PERFECTLY OKAY AND JUST FINE WITH THAT.

And I think that’s about it. So yup.

MORE ABOUT THE NANOWRIMO LATER.

Toodles!

 

I Am REALLY Good At Giving Annoying Nicknames (It’s A Gift) February 27, 2014

So the other day, I was talking to one of my best guy friends, and he was talking about how much he wanted to get off the computer/ stop doing school so that he could go outside.

Him: I’m WAITING so I can get off and go play in a creek I found yesterday. It literally stretches for like, a mile or two. It’s gonna be so fun. I’m gonna jump over it so many times! :D

Me:…Well…that sounds like a very….guy thing to do….BUT I’M EXCITED FOR YOU! You have fun! Jumping over your mile long creek…

So then the next day, I was asking him how it went.

Me: So how’re you, creek jumper boy?

Him: Life is turning out pretty well over here!

Me: Awesome!

Him:…CREEK JUMPER?! I actually didn’t go jump all I wanted to, but I did do it a couple of times.

Me: Dude, I said that forever ago…But I’m just saying, that still makes you a creek jumper boy

Him: Don’t nickname me that. I’m the guard, remember(we have this inside joke where I’m a princess and he’s a bodyguard…long story)?

Me: Dude, it’s WAY too late. You should’ve stopped it when it started.

Him: No, seriously. that’s stupid. All the other nicknames are fine(I give people TONS of nicknames)…just not that one.

Me: But it’s say fun to say…AND it’s cute! And it’s fun to say…AND IT’S ALSO TRUE

Him: BUT IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE SOME KIND OF HICK…OR SOME KIND OF FOREST CREATURE!

Me: No it doesn’t…WAIT, YOU’RE NOT A FOREST CREATURE??

Him: No I’M NOT. I’m a simple human being that may or may not like to go to the creek.

Me: Well considering this has become an actual topic of conversation, I would think that yes, you do like the creek. And also that you are a forest person that somehow has a computer and password for internet connection.

Him: Whatever!! I ain’t no forest thingie

Me: Whaaaaateverrrr…

I LOVE my friends.

How Did This Even Happen… February 26, 2014

So this semester, I decided to take a Journalism as an elective. This, I thought, would be BEYOND perfect. When I was younger, I used to want to be a reporter (along with a football player, a ballerina, a doctor, and teacher, a botanist, and girl version of Watson…) and I already love to write.

PERFECT, I told myself.

So the week before last, we submitted a story proposal. I picked to cover a girl from a local high school that was one of 16 people who received a computing award.

Last week, we submitted possible interview questions.

Then we went over good leads and kickers and proper news story layouts.

Not ONCE that ENTIRE TIME did it occur to me that I’d ACTUALLY have to interview a REAL LIFE person. Not once. Ever.

Now, I know I’m pretty smart (by pretty smart, I mean I know how to type and tie my shoes. And use the mailbox and I know how to climb up and down the stairs. Most of the time).

HOW DID I NOT FIGURE THIS OUT?

So NOW, I thought, I have to go hunt down this girl’s cell phone.

While looking for her cell phone number, I also found out that she was also chosen for the Senate Youth Program and scholarship.She also organized a fundraiser for a rape crisis center. She ALSO one of the 35 HS Women to win a Leading Technology Award. And to TOP IT ALL OFF, she’s ALSO the Kansas State Rep for the D.A.R.E. America Youth Advisory Board.

OF ALL THE STUFF SHE’S DONE, I chose to pick the topic of her winning a computing award…..

How does this only happen to me…

On another note that really pertains to this note but I’m making a new sentence for it anyways, it’s people like this that makes me feel lazy. I mean, Senate Youth Program? Scholarships? THE D.A.R.E YOUTH COMMITTEE?!

Oh, and my mom also made apple pie. It was very yummy.

One of the Most All Encompassing Quotes EVER February 14, 2014

“All of you young people who served in the war, you are all a lost generation.” – Gertrude Stein

And Then There Was Snow February 7, 2014

So this week, depending on where you live, you either got way too much snow (*raises hand*) or a lot of rain (*lowers hand*)…though technically, snow is just rain. Except fluffier (*hesitantly half-raises hand*).

Okay, you can put your hands down now.

Earlier this week was very interesting.

Everyone had no school.

Except for me. I had school.

While the perks of being virtually homeschooled are many, this is NOT one of them. You NEVER get a snow day. Ever.

Unless the power goes out. But then, it doesn’t really count because something DISASTROUS would have to happen for that to happen.

And besides, what’s a snow day without the lights and your tablet (your battery could be dying) and your cell phone (your battery could be dying) and your laptop and the lights and the TV and the lights and the home-phone-only-your-parents-use (the battery could very well be dying) and the lights and that desktop-computer-no-one-uses and the lights?

THERE WOULD BE A BLACK HOLE IN THE MOON PICTURES.

SEE?!?

To conclude, I like pie.

THE END

*FIRST time’s a charm January 18, 2014

You know, I’ve been thinking (dangerous, I know, but hear me out)…

Where on earth did “Third time’s a charm” come from? I mean, 3 isn’t a lucky number. It’s only the 3rd number. It’s not a particularly special number. The only thing I can think of that comes anywhere close to explaining why is the whole “First is the worst, Second is the best, Third is the one with the treasure chest (and Fourth is the one with a polka-dotted dress)”. How come you have to be third to get treasure? Does that mean my sister gets treasure since she was born 3rd? DOES THAT MEAN I’M THE WORST?? I think we should start a movement. Against the number 3. We could write posters with three on it then SLASH IT OUT WITH RED PAINT THAT LOOK LIKE BLOOD. Then we could put 300 flyers on everyone’s car.

Oh that’s okay, we won’t mind.

And THEN we can refuse to eat anything/anywhere that has anything to do with 3.

COME ON GUYS, IT’D BE FUN!!

But come to think of it, my youngest sister would be pretty happy with a polka-dotted dress.

JAYHAWK DAY September 7, 2013

So today, me and my family went on a college tour for the University of Kansas.

I have never ever been more tired after walking around in my entire life, so if I accidentally say something incoherent, I’ll come back and fix it later.

But I must say, it was a lot of fun. We got to ride on the college bus, we walked around the Main Campus, and we COULD have gone and toured the dorms and living areas, but like I said, everybody was ultra tired and hungry and etc etc. We got to learn about some history and some traditions (man do they have a lot of traditions…but it makes it more unique, i think (hehe, that rhymed kinda :3))

To add to all this wonderfulness, I got THE BEST NEWS earlier this week! I can graduate early next year because of the abundance of credits I somehow got (I LOVE you GCA <3). All I’ll have to do is a year of lit, and two electives in a semester. Then I’ll be done half a year early. I’m definitely looking forward to this. AND I switched over from Physics to Physical Science (which, believe me, is amazing since I wasn’t at ALL looking forward to all the Algebra that was supposed to be in Physics…I LOVE YOU TOO COUNSELOR <3).

11) Write about the best day of your life. May 3, 2013

Well, I think that I shall go with the safe answer, and say the day I was born :D
…Just kidding (although it was one of the bets days :P)
So I think that the best day of my life that I can remember is this one time where I went on a field trip in 1st grade. My friend and her family went, and my mom and dad and I went (we left my little sister at my grandma’s house and my youngest sisters….somewhere). They let me get my own HUGE soft pretzel, and I got lemonade, and it was a few weeks before school got out (I’m assuming, ’cause it was pretty hot outside) and then afterwards, they bought me this REALLY heavy wood baseball bat.
The sad part, though, is that I have ZERO clue what happened to my friend and I have NO idea where on this earth that bat could be.