Car Mix 1

Adventures are waiting for us to grab them.
Take my hand, look into my eyes
Gleaming with excitement.
Let's go! Let's make memories!
Nobody can restrain us.
Let's be FREE. Let's be YOUNG.
Who cares about curfews? Who cares about school?
When I'm standing out the sunroof, carefree
Who cares what tomorrow will bring?
Forget fear, forget stress..
LET'S GO!

A Name-less Poem

My brother wears my father's shoes.
He stumbles around
giggling.
The laughs continue
The years go by
One day the shoes dissapear.
The stumbles and giggles stop,
The laughs are gone
The years go by
As I watch my brother,
I've found my father's shoes.
I watch my brother walk in them
no longer stumbling.
The shoes fit perfectly,
and we start to
giggle.

A Tim Burton-inspired Story/Poem/Thing

There once was a girl named Tomato.
Little Tomato was different than most girls.
All the girls were called fruit,
All the boys were called vegetables.
Not many knew that Tomato was a girl:
She seemed like a boy.
Tomato accepted her differences,
But it didn't make her any less boy-ish.
One day, Tomato's gym teacher placed her
on the wrong team
(of course!)
All the other children laughed;
Tomato didn't fit in.
There once was a girl named Tomato.
Little Tomato held her head high,
and with her chin up, proclaimed:
" I am a fruit!"
And she was a fruit.


This is just a little story I wrote, inspired by Tim Burton. It's not finished; I have some editing I'd like to do, but it's a rough draft. I've been writing a lot lately, so I'll be posting some stuff. My writing will range from opinionated pieces to fantasy poems. It will be a huge variety of writing, so brace yourselves. I hope you enjoy, and please give me feedback!

A Poem Without a Title (the first step of my "new" blog)

The ocean is my mind,

The birds are people;

They keep it balanced.

The fish are my happy thoughts,

and the sharks are my depression.

The dolphins are compliments,

The whales are insecurities, 

calling out for help.

The fishermen are friends,

they bring out the good and bad from within my mind.

The beaches are the special people,

the ones who know me the best. 

They will never see the whole ocean,

but they are as close as anyone will ever get.

Reevaluating My Blog

I have decided to add some new things to my blog (that I haven't used in forever). I will not just write about experiences, but also post my writing.

I love writing. I recently entered a poetry contest, and I was chosen to be published! I am still awaiting to hear if I am one of the winners.

I love creative writing, so when I have time I will post my writing here.

Clothing

As I settle into my High School years, I notice more and more the decreasing of clothes. Most girls have a little bit of cleavage, I mean hey! don't choke yourself...but there are ALWAYS those girls who take it too far....down...well...and up.

          

There are these cute little pencil skirts, which are meant to be snug, but honey, not that snug. You got lady parts EVERYWHERE. I don't care if you've got tights on, you're still showing. Seriously. Nasty. It's quite uncomfortable because I'll be like "OOH! Pretty tighhh.....AHHHH!!" You're on display. Not cool, man. Not cool.

             

Then, you've got those girls who wear skin tight pants, and a "shirt". These shirts do not fulfill their duties. You got MEGA cleavage, accentuated by the infamous push-up bra. Sweetie, you are like 14. Nobody wants to be seeing that. It's nasty. I vomit in my mouth every time I see you.

             

You then have girls who are like "Well, if I don't have cleavage, I can just wear a bra under any shirt with no cami, doesn't matter if it's see-through, or cropped, whatever!" Nuh uh. Not cutting it. Your "parts" are flip-flopping around. If you can see your bra through your shirt, you need a cami. Simple as that. If you're a bit big, and your bra doesn't give you all the necessary support, you need a cami. If your shirt is cropped and you can see your tummy, you need a cami. Nobody wants to be seeing any of that.

             

People really need to learn how to put on clothes, because they are forgetting SUPER important articles. Also-buy the correct size clothing. If it's a struggle to pull up your pants because they are so tight, you need a different size. See through "leggings" aren't okay. Also, when you shove your yoga pants up your butt crack, it does not look attractive. Same thing goes when you roll them and they shape specific areas. Not too hot...Not too hot. Just because you have something on your legs, does not mean you look acceptable to be going out in public!!

             

I tend to wonder if some of these girl's parents see them when they go out, I mean, really? You want your 14 year old to be mistaken for a prostitute? Highly unlikely. I don't care how pretty your bra is, you don't need to show the world. They can go buy their own pretty bras. I have some awesome bras, but I don't wear them under a see through shirt so I can brag, no. I verbally tell my friends and then maybe sneak them a peek when nobody is looking. Or if we have a sleepover and I have already changed. Then they can admire it, not while you're just sitting there solving your systems of equations. No, I'm trying to focus on what x and y equal, not if your bra has a cherry or a strawberry or whatever the heck. 

             

 So for all you girls who fall under any of these categories: go upstairs and put on some decent clothing. 

Baking Cookies

            I have recently taken a liking to baking. It's fun, and you get a reward after too! In my house, we usually don't have baked goods unless their for a party or for someone else. My brother and I seemed to have pick up on that. I was making sugar cookies for a surprise going away party the other day.

            I was doing my thing in the kitchen, rolling dough, taking the baked cookies out of the oven, normal cookie baking steps, when my brother comes in and sees cookies on the cooling rack. He, obviously, proceeds to ask me if he can have one. My response? No. They aren't for us. He, of course, takes offense and gets upset, going on about how they're never for us. Always for someone else. I felt bad, so I told him I would make a batch for him and me because, to make a long story short my dad ate the extras and he didn't get any.

            So today I am in the kitchen, rolling balls of dough, putting them on the tray to put into the oven and for the magic to work and turn them into delicious cookies! My dad was standing by, doing whatever, and he goes, looking at the dough balls "Those will turn into those?" Gesturing at some finished cookies, "You don't have to flatten them?"

         I didn't even have a witty response to that. All I could do was gape at him. I finally came enough out of my shock to talk and said "You seriously just asked me that question? Have you ever seen anyone baking cookies??? FAIL!!!" He just snickered and walked away. Classic.

        We make a lot of "stupid" comments in my house. A LOT. And my father does not let them go. We still go on about stuff that happened YEARS ago. And it's mostly him making fun of the rest of us because, I must admit, he's a pretty smart man! He has common sense. Unlike the rest of us. So, if you think I won't jump for the sky at this opportunity, you are DEAD wrong! I can't wait to tell everyone (hence why I am posting this on the internet!). It will be out for EVERYONE to read.

       You're probably thinking "Jeez. Have a little compassion!" Well. He holds too much embarassing stuff over all of us, so my thoughts are "Hey, one stupid little thing won't hurt." A boss (probably, hopefully) won't fire him for seeing this. Can you imagine that? (in a deep man boss voice) "Hey. You didn't know that cookies start out in dough balls and they flatten out? You're fired from this job that has absolutely nothing to do with baking!!!" Seriously.

       Okay. So. What was the morale of this story?


       Just kidding. There is no morale. Except maybe know that cookies start out in dough balls. Sure. Okay that works! Have fun baking!!