Okay, so I'm back after about a week. Sorry 'bout that imaginary readers! So anyway, I've been doing pretty much what I usually do. You know, laying around, reading, writting, doing nothing. The usual. But then something happened! My friend and I went on a walk (I'm not telling you where or you will think that I am gothic or something) and decided that we should do it like, everyday so we can get in shape. So today we were going to go there (the place we went yesterday) again and find a spot we could sit and talk and write and whatnot. But her mom is going crazy today because of her children. You see, she took them to the zoo, and they kept dragging her across the zoo, and it was just crazy (or so I hear). So when poor Ashly gets home, she almost gets her head chopped off for calling me (it's long distance, even though I live a few blocks away). Then, when her mom tells her to be home by five, we decide that if Ash wants to keep her head, she should probably be home exactly on time. And so we took a very short walk. Fun. But everything is back to normal! Yay! I suppose that's kind of a boring blog entry, so I will also tell you what I did yesterday. And perhaps the day before.
Yesterday, I went to church. Well, let me tell you, it is crazy to be at our church with a sore throat, singing, coughing, and playing four-square. That's what I was doing. I was playing four-squaire after I ate with my friends, because my sister had a donation-lunch thing to raise moolah for a mission trip she's doing this summer. Anyway, I had no idea how to play four-square, so my friends taught me, but I was still horrible. Ah, well. I guess it was my first day playing the game.
I like Llamas!
Okay, random, I know. And I'm sorry. But where was I? Ah, yes. Four-square. Well, actually, I'm done with that, so I'll go on to the day before. It was wildly crazy. I woke up, got in the shower, and then my friend came over out of no where. So I was helping my mom get ready for the babyshower that we were going to later that day while talking to my frined. Yes, it was Ashly. So when we left, she left, and then we went on an hour long trip to the baby shower. We get there, I help, eat, and never sit down. Then when we are on our way home, I get a call from the people I was going to babysit for that night and they want me to be there early. Okay, as long as I can get home and get there, I'm good. But no. If I get there on time, I have to go there on the way home. So I got my dinner at Wendy's, although I wasn't really hungry, but I knew I would be if I didn't eat dinner. When I get to their house, it's all perfect- that is until they start to play the Emma-is-a-monster-run-away-from-her! game. Then it gets crazy. I tell them not to go in their parent's room, but they don't listen. I tell them not to go into the basement, they don't listen. Finally, I say that they're all going to bed early. Then they listen. Well, kinda. I do have to carry them upstairs. But that's beside the point. Well, the oldest, who is out of diapers, has to go to the bathroom before he goes to bed. I tell him to, but he says, "No." So I tell him that I will pick him up and place him in the bathroom, even pull down his pants if I have to. So he goes in, doesn't even bother to close the door, and says, "Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle tinkle." and he flushes the toliet. He insists that he's done, although I know he's not, so I tell him to do it again. He says no. I say yes. So he goes in, flushes the toliet, and comes right out again. I tell him that he cannot leave the bathroom until he actually pees, and so, finally, he does. When all the kids were in bed (there are 3), I say that the parents owe me a bag of popcorn and some lemonade. I make it. It burns. Darn. Oh, well. Only a little burned. I check on the kids. Oldest awake. I take CD player away. Start Lady and the Tramp, check on kids, oldest awake. I tell him that I will take his light away next time. Watch some more of Lady and the Tramp, check on kids, oldest up playing with trains. Take out light. Tell him I don't want to have to be mean anymore, but I will if I have to. Watch Lady and the Tramp. Thunderstorm. Check on kids. Everyone okay. FINALLY! So I finish the Lady and the Tramp, clean up, and wait. I go home for ten minutes, and then leave to go to a friend's house. Relaxment!
Story time!
*Later that night*
“Okay, everyone!” Josh announced in his bedroom that night. It was so crowded with all the band members and instruments crammed in it. “I’d like you to meet our new band member singing either back-round or lead (I haven’t decided yet), Violet Logan!”
I felt my face burning red as everyone clapped and cheered. As I looked around, I noticed Edgar by the drums, clapping very hard as he grinned goofily at me; I blushed. Suddenly, I felt a hand swooping down on me.
“Welcome to Living Water! I’m Sam,” a girl said as she hugged me. Her hair was short and jet black, and she was wearing all black except for a red ribbon necklace and red Chucks; she was obviously punk.
“Hi, and thanks,” I replied nervously, not sure of what to do. Finally, I looked to Josh, who was staring at me. I assumed that Sam didn’t hug very often.
Shaking his head as if he tried to shake his thoughts out of his mind, he looked at me and said, “Well? Go on, sing!”
“Oh! Well, okay…,” I said, and then sang another song I love by Relient K:
“I think you know what I’m getting at,
I find it so upsetting that
The memories that you select
You keep the bad but the good you just forget
“And even though I’m angry I can still say
I know my heart will break the day
When you peel out and drive away
I can’t believe this happened.
“And all this time I never thought
That all we had would be all for not
“No, I don’t hate you
Don’t want to fight you
Know I’ll always love you
But for now I just don’t like you
Know I don’t hate you
Don’t want to fight you
Know I’ll always love you
But for now I just don’t like you
Cause you took this too far
“Make your decision and don’t you dare think twice
Go with you instincts along with some bad advice
This didn’t turn out the way I thought it would at all
You blame me but some of this is still you fault
“I tried to move you, but you just wouldn’t budge
I tried to hold your hand but you’d rather hold you grudge
I think you know what I’m getting at
You said goodbye and I just don’t want you regretting that
“No, I don’t hate you
Don’t want to fight you
Know I’ll always love you
But for now I just don’t like you
Know I don’t hate you
Don’t want to fight you
Know I’ll always love you
But for now I just don’t like you
“Wisdom always chooses,
These black eyes and these bruises
Over the heartache that they say,
Never completely goes away.
“What happened to us?
I heard it was me we should blame
What happened to us?
Why didn’t you stop me from turning out this way?
And know that I don’t hate you
And know that I don’t want to fight you
And know I’ll always love you,
But right now I just don’t…”
When I finished, silence fell and everyone stood gaping at me. Oh, no, I thought, they hate me. I was right…. Suddenly, there was an outbreak of clapping and cheering and whistling. People were grinning so broadly, it must’ve hurt.
“Josh, you did a good job picking this one; she’s great!” I looked over to see who had said that, but when I did, I immediately regretted it. It was Edgar, and he was looking straight at me, grinning from ear to ear. “Welcome to the band, Violet!”
“Uh, yeah, thanks,” I responded. I was blushing, and I knew it. But it wasn’t because Edgar was talking to me, it was because Josh hadn’t taken his eyes off of me since I had started singing. Maybe he was having second thoughts about inviting me into the band. So I decided to confront him. “Josh, are you sure you want me in your band? I mean, I understand if you don’t want me to be, but-“
“I’m positive,” Josh said, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into a big hug. “You’re awesome! I just can’t believe I hadn’t seen it earlier.” He grinned down on me and turned to everyone else. “How about instead of rehearsing, we have a little party honoring our newest member, Violet!?”
A cheer was sent through the crowd and we all raced down to Josh’s kitchen and grabbed a slice of pizza; this was obviously planned in advance. Someone hugged me from behind. It was Cassie.
“How are you doing?” she asked, concern filling her eyes.
I grinned at her and said, “Josh is so hott! And I’m doing great, thanks!”
She laughed. “Well, I’m glad you think so, and good!”
My face turned serious as I asked her a question. “Cassie, if Josh ever asked me out, what would you say? Would you be okay with it?”
“Of course! I’d be so happy for you!”
I wrapped her into a quick hug and felt relief come over me. It’s not like Josh would ever really ask me out, but if he did… it was just a relief.
“Okay, everyone! Calm down, settle down!” Josh was calling everyone’s attention to the front. My eyes found him and melted. So much for eye contact! “Well, now that we know our new member,” here Josh smiled his dazzling white smile at me, “I think that we should all just head home and meet again next week.”
As I was stretching out of my chair, Cassie’s mom, Sandy, gave Cassie the phone. “Just a minute, Violet. I’ll be done in a second,” she told me as she walked out of the room. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Josh.
“Hey, since Cassie’s on the phone and she’ll probably take over an hour to get off, can I walk you home?” he asked me, grinning.
Blushing, I agreed. Oh, what was I getting myself into? As we walked out the door, a cool rush of air flew into my hair and blew it into Josh’s face. It was dark now, and a good thing too, because as I apologized over and over, I blushed more than I think I ever have in my life.
“It’s okay, Violet! It’s just the wind! Goodness!” Josh laughed, melting me once again,
“I know, but still!” I laughed right along with him. As we reached my door, he turned to me. My hair was still blowing in the wind slightly, and he noticed this, too. Slowly, making me very nervous, Josh reached his hand up and caught my hair and brushed it behind my ear. Smiling, he said, “Violet, I’m really glad you’re in the band. You’re a great singer. You should be proud!”
“Th-th-thanks! Um, I’m glad, too. It’s a great privilege. Thanks, Josh.” And with that, I tore away from him and ran to the door, opening it.
“Violet!”
“Yeah?”
“Can, can I call you Vi?”
I smiled at him. “Sure, thing! ‘Bye, Josh!”
“Bye!”
~~♥Josh♥~~
I stared at the spot where she had last stood. She had moved away from me so fast. What was my problem? Making moves on her when she now liked my best friend. Shaking my head, I turned and returned to my house, met at the door by Cassie and Ed.
“Josh! Why did you guys leave without me?” Cassie asked.
“We both figured that you’d take over an hour on the phone, that’s all.” I answered her as she rolled her eyes, sighed, and walked away.
Ed turned to me. “Josh, everyone’s gone but me. Can you give me a ride home?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
As we headed into the car, I saw Violet’s room light turn on. Gosh, I really do like her. But she’s out of bounds. But maybe if I got permission…
“Uh, Josh? The gas pedal makes the car go, just in case you forgot?” Ed interrupted my thoughts about Violet.
“Oh, right, sorry Ed,” I said as I pressed my foot gently down onto the pedal. We continued in silence for a while, and then Ed spoke.
“So, what do you think of the new band member?” he asked me, eyeing me suspiciously.
“She’s a great singer. And I’ve known her for a while now, She’s a great friend, too.”
“C’mon, Josh, you know what I mean!” Ed turned to me, smiling a little. “I think she’s pretty hott. Do you?”
Crap. This is a nightmare. Soon they’re going to start going out, since they like each other. This is all going wrong! “Uh, yeah, I think she’s cute. Why?”
“Well, I was thinking of asking her out, ya know? I mean, I think she likes me,” he told me. My heart sank.
“I think she likes you too, Ed.” That’s why I’m so depressed. Ha! Like I could tell him that!
“Josh, are you okay?” he asked me.
“Yeah, fine, fine.” I said, beginning to feel like jumping off a cliff.
~~♥Violet♥~~
As soon as I got into the house, I ran to my room, flipped on the light, and flopped on my bed. What happened? One minute I was having a great time laughing beside Josh, the next minute he’s tucking my hair behind my ear! Ah, I’m so confused.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Bleeeaaahhh.... Gross.
Hello, imaginary readers. How are you all today? Well, I must say that I am completely horrible. The reason for this is because I am feeling horribly sick. Although I tried to go home from school early, my dear old mum said that I have to actually stay "one more period" before I can call home if I feel worse or the same. I felt worse. The problem is, my French teacher wouldn't exactly let me go. She kept saying, "Okay, just a minute" until I had waited exactly 40 minutes (or however long a period is). Since it was the last period, I just figured I would be able to wait it out, with only 40 minutes to go. It seemed pretty pointless just to call with only that little of time left. I wish I had called. On the bus, (because, yes, I still ride the bus. I'm not 16 yet!) my friend was yelling in my ear, not on purpose, but it was so hard to hear that she had to. My other friend was just being incredibly horrible and purposly annoying me and shouting in my ear. Did I mention I had a really bad headache? Well, I did. I need glasses, so I had a minimal headache until my friends and the hallway made it worse. My mom's not even home right now, but when she gets home, I'm really gonna let her have it. Okay, not really, but I am going to let her know just how much pain she caused me.
I am sorry for throwing this all on you, imaginary readers. I just want to let out my feelings--- and my barf. Bye!
Storytime! Continuation of yesterday's story:
*~~~Next Day~~~*
“Honey! Come on, or you’ll be late for school!”
Groan. I hate school. “Do I really have to go today, mom? I’m not feeling so well…” I shouted back in a tired voice. Wait. If I play sick, then I won’t be able to go to Cassie’s tonight. And then it struck me. I was in Josh Bryant’s band! And he thought I was a good singer! “Uh, mom! I’m not feeling so sick anymore. Maybe it was just a little morning fever type thing.” Ha. I surprise myself sometimes.
Mom knocked on my bedroom door and came in. Rolling her eyes at what I had last said, she teased, “Nice try, Violet. Now get your butt off of your bed and get dressed. Someone’s here for you. I think they wanted to drive you to school. Better hurry up!”
“Okay, okay! Who is it?” I asked.
“You’ll see when you’re dressed. Now chop, chop little fishy!”
Rolling my eyes, I closed the door and changed into pretty sweet clothes. Or at least I think they are. But anyway, when I was done changing, I stumbled into the bathroom. Since I had such a short time to do anything with it, I pushed my hair into a short ponytail. Grabbing my backpack, I raced downstairs to find Josh waiting for me. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed more in my life.
“It’s about time, girl!” Cassie emerged from behind Josh with a huge smile on her face. “Since you’re an official member of Josh’s band, and I’m your official best friend, Josh is taking us pipsqueaks to school!”
I smiled and muttered a thanks to Josh, grabbed Cassie’s arm, and tore out of the house. “How could you let him do that? You know I like him. No, you know I love him! What were you thinking?”
Grinning at me, she just mumbled, “Here comes your prince charming. Better stop shouting at me; your face gets all red when you do that. Plus, he wouldn’t like seeing the newest member of his band being prude to his little sister!”
I glared at her, then turned around to face Josh. “Sorry about that. But I’m like always trying to get to school on time…” I trailed off. He must think I’m a weirdo.
“Hey, that’s okay. I have a buddy like that. But he’s worse.” Josh laughed, eyes sparkling.
“Really?” I asked. I wanted to meet this person. “Who might that be?”
“Oh, his name is Edgar,” Weird name, that’s a turn-off. “but he’s really nice. He’s in the band, ya know. You might remember him? He plays drums,” Josh explained as we all got into the car.
I had watched the band with Cassie before, but then I just watched Josh the whole time; I had no idea who he was talking about as a result.
“Uh, yeah! I remember him! Nice guy…” I lied.
We chatted all the way to school; it seemed as though we had everything in common. Poor Cassie was just sitting there stuck looking a shopping catalog. Well, I guess that’s not that bad, since she absolutely loves shopping. As we walked into the school building, Josh told me he had to depart, since his first class was on the other side of the school. I pretended that I didn’t know this already; I did.
The day went slowly until lunch; that went even slower. I don’t know who was blushing harder, me or Chucky the Clown, and he has make-up on that makes it look redder. Sitting with Misty, Cassie, Sophie, Zack, Kara, Jordan, Danny, and Matt, I was doing fine. Laughing and joking around, I felt someone brush against me as they sat down; I turned to look who it was. Yeah. It was Josh.
“Hey, Violet! How are you?” he asked me, having no idea what he was doing to me.
“I, um, I’m good, thanks. And you?” I replied, my throat going dry. I could feel my face burning, and tried to cool it down by thinking of ice and cold things. Didn’t work.
“I’m pretty good too,” he said. “So tonight we’re having practice, and I wanted to point all of the band members out to you.” Pointing at Zack he said, “That’s Zack, but seeing that he sits with you guys, I’m sure you two already know each other. He plays keyboard, if you don’t know already.”
He turned around and pointed at another member. I blessed his fingers.
“That there is Ben. He plays guitar, like me. There’s Ed, and I told you about him earlier. Plays drums.”
Edgar was extremely attractive; he had blonde long hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. Although I couldn’t see the color, his eyes were almond-shaped and had long eyelashes above them. Suddenly my already blushing face grew redder as he turned to look at me. He smiled and waved, and I felt my hand automatically rising in response. I could feel Josh’s eyes on me; I had a feeling that he expected me to have a crush on him, but although he was hott, my heart remained with Josh.
“Is that it?” I asked Josh after an awkward silence.
“Um, no, actually,” Josh said, “That’s Rob, he’s in charge of all the technical stuff, and last there’s Sam. She’s the only girl except for you, but she does a heck of a job with the bass. And that’s it. Do you have any questions?”
“Uh, no! Thanks, Josh; it’s great to finally see everyone in your band!” But there was actually one question: Did he like me?
~~♥Josh♥~~
I couldn’t help but think that she liked him. Almost every girl in Harrison High did. He was the top dog, the one any girl would fall for. And he was my best friend.
When I pointed Ed out to Violet, I had a sinking feeling as I watched her studying him for a couple of minutes, and then when he waved, her face went red. She liked him, and had given up on me. I could’ve hit myself. Why hadn’t I asked her out? Ah, that’s right. She’s my sister’s best friend. ‘Not available’ was written all over her.
~~♥Violet♥~~
I wondered what he thought of me. I mean, he has to think I like Edgar now, even though I don’t. Oh, well. Even before all of this, he probably just thought of me as his little sister’s best friend. For the rest of lunch, Josh sat there, joking with us and swiping some of Cassie and Zack’s food. I should’ve acted natural, but I was frozen there in my seat. We’ve all had those moments when everything was so tense that we can hardly move, and this was one of them.
After a VERY long lunch period, it was off to Algebra for me. This was my one bad class; I’ve never gotten over a B- in it. Even though Mr. Matthews was talking, I couldn’t, and wasn’t trying to pay attention. My mind was on band practice that night. How would I do? Will I end up embarrassing myself? Was Josh trying to embarrass me, and I wasn’t a good singer? Ah, I was so confused.
I am sorry for throwing this all on you, imaginary readers. I just want to let out my feelings--- and my barf. Bye!
Storytime! Continuation of yesterday's story:
*~~~Next Day~~~*
“Honey! Come on, or you’ll be late for school!”
Groan. I hate school. “Do I really have to go today, mom? I’m not feeling so well…” I shouted back in a tired voice. Wait. If I play sick, then I won’t be able to go to Cassie’s tonight. And then it struck me. I was in Josh Bryant’s band! And he thought I was a good singer! “Uh, mom! I’m not feeling so sick anymore. Maybe it was just a little morning fever type thing.” Ha. I surprise myself sometimes.
Mom knocked on my bedroom door and came in. Rolling her eyes at what I had last said, she teased, “Nice try, Violet. Now get your butt off of your bed and get dressed. Someone’s here for you. I think they wanted to drive you to school. Better hurry up!”
“Okay, okay! Who is it?” I asked.
“You’ll see when you’re dressed. Now chop, chop little fishy!”
Rolling my eyes, I closed the door and changed into pretty sweet clothes. Or at least I think they are. But anyway, when I was done changing, I stumbled into the bathroom. Since I had such a short time to do anything with it, I pushed my hair into a short ponytail. Grabbing my backpack, I raced downstairs to find Josh waiting for me. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed more in my life.
“It’s about time, girl!” Cassie emerged from behind Josh with a huge smile on her face. “Since you’re an official member of Josh’s band, and I’m your official best friend, Josh is taking us pipsqueaks to school!”
I smiled and muttered a thanks to Josh, grabbed Cassie’s arm, and tore out of the house. “How could you let him do that? You know I like him. No, you know I love him! What were you thinking?”
Grinning at me, she just mumbled, “Here comes your prince charming. Better stop shouting at me; your face gets all red when you do that. Plus, he wouldn’t like seeing the newest member of his band being prude to his little sister!”
I glared at her, then turned around to face Josh. “Sorry about that. But I’m like always trying to get to school on time…” I trailed off. He must think I’m a weirdo.
“Hey, that’s okay. I have a buddy like that. But he’s worse.” Josh laughed, eyes sparkling.
“Really?” I asked. I wanted to meet this person. “Who might that be?”
“Oh, his name is Edgar,” Weird name, that’s a turn-off. “but he’s really nice. He’s in the band, ya know. You might remember him? He plays drums,” Josh explained as we all got into the car.
I had watched the band with Cassie before, but then I just watched Josh the whole time; I had no idea who he was talking about as a result.
“Uh, yeah! I remember him! Nice guy…” I lied.
We chatted all the way to school; it seemed as though we had everything in common. Poor Cassie was just sitting there stuck looking a shopping catalog. Well, I guess that’s not that bad, since she absolutely loves shopping. As we walked into the school building, Josh told me he had to depart, since his first class was on the other side of the school. I pretended that I didn’t know this already; I did.
The day went slowly until lunch; that went even slower. I don’t know who was blushing harder, me or Chucky the Clown, and he has make-up on that makes it look redder. Sitting with Misty, Cassie, Sophie, Zack, Kara, Jordan, Danny, and Matt, I was doing fine. Laughing and joking around, I felt someone brush against me as they sat down; I turned to look who it was. Yeah. It was Josh.
“Hey, Violet! How are you?” he asked me, having no idea what he was doing to me.
“I, um, I’m good, thanks. And you?” I replied, my throat going dry. I could feel my face burning, and tried to cool it down by thinking of ice and cold things. Didn’t work.
“I’m pretty good too,” he said. “So tonight we’re having practice, and I wanted to point all of the band members out to you.” Pointing at Zack he said, “That’s Zack, but seeing that he sits with you guys, I’m sure you two already know each other. He plays keyboard, if you don’t know already.”
He turned around and pointed at another member. I blessed his fingers.
“That there is Ben. He plays guitar, like me. There’s Ed, and I told you about him earlier. Plays drums.”
Edgar was extremely attractive; he had blonde long hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. Although I couldn’t see the color, his eyes were almond-shaped and had long eyelashes above them. Suddenly my already blushing face grew redder as he turned to look at me. He smiled and waved, and I felt my hand automatically rising in response. I could feel Josh’s eyes on me; I had a feeling that he expected me to have a crush on him, but although he was hott, my heart remained with Josh.
“Is that it?” I asked Josh after an awkward silence.
“Um, no, actually,” Josh said, “That’s Rob, he’s in charge of all the technical stuff, and last there’s Sam. She’s the only girl except for you, but she does a heck of a job with the bass. And that’s it. Do you have any questions?”
“Uh, no! Thanks, Josh; it’s great to finally see everyone in your band!” But there was actually one question: Did he like me?
~~♥Josh♥~~
I couldn’t help but think that she liked him. Almost every girl in Harrison High did. He was the top dog, the one any girl would fall for. And he was my best friend.
When I pointed Ed out to Violet, I had a sinking feeling as I watched her studying him for a couple of minutes, and then when he waved, her face went red. She liked him, and had given up on me. I could’ve hit myself. Why hadn’t I asked her out? Ah, that’s right. She’s my sister’s best friend. ‘Not available’ was written all over her.
~~♥Violet♥~~
I wondered what he thought of me. I mean, he has to think I like Edgar now, even though I don’t. Oh, well. Even before all of this, he probably just thought of me as his little sister’s best friend. For the rest of lunch, Josh sat there, joking with us and swiping some of Cassie and Zack’s food. I should’ve acted natural, but I was frozen there in my seat. We’ve all had those moments when everything was so tense that we can hardly move, and this was one of them.
After a VERY long lunch period, it was off to Algebra for me. This was my one bad class; I’ve never gotten over a B- in it. Even though Mr. Matthews was talking, I couldn’t, and wasn’t trying to pay attention. My mind was on band practice that night. How would I do? Will I end up embarrassing myself? Was Josh trying to embarrass me, and I wasn’t a good singer? Ah, I was so confused.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Lights, Camera, ACTION!
Time to get this baby started! Well, My name is Emma, and this is my blog. My blah blog. That's what I'm calling it. Anyways, I thought I'd let you get to know me a little better. Here's some more things that you can't read about in my profile:
My favorite pastime is probably either Sims, reading, blogging, or emailing, which I check regularly. *Hint hint* I also enjoy updating my myspace and xanga. If you're interested in that, here are the sites:
xanga.com/silasred19
myspace.com/mctiggersbounce (you may not be able to look at this. Request my friendship first)
As you can probably tell, I completely detest, hate, ect. the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie. However, the first one is my favorite movie and I watch and quote it often.
"Me, I'm just honest. It's honest men you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to look out for, because you can never tell when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Captain Jack Sparrow
I also LOVE to read. If you were to look into my room, the first thing you would see would probably be, well actually my bed, then my books. There are books all over. On the bookshelf, my computer desk, floor (bad of me, but hey, I like to read on the floor. Is that a problem?), dresser, side table, bed, everywhere. My favorite books probably include the Harry Potter series (can't wait for the 7th one to come out on 7/7/07!!!!), Sharon Creech books (Bloomability, Chasing Redbird, and Walk Two Moons are my favorites of that section), True colors series, Diary of a Teenage Girl Series, Series of Unfortunate Events, the list goes on and on. Roald Dahl books are also very, very good. So are Beverly Cleary books. OH! And Gail Carson Levine books are my favorites too! Like Ella Enchanted, OHHHHH my gosh!!! I LOVE it! (The movie sucks) -.- sorry if I offended anybody. I wasn't trying to. Like I said, the list goes on and on and on.
Music, sweet music. I love music. I play clarinet, and love it dearly. I used to play piano, and I want to play violin, but I love (and will always love) clarinet the best. I'm involved in marching, pep, and concert band, but marching band is my favorite. The trips and people are well worth it. Now, music I like to listen to... Switchfoot is a must listen! Then I also like Relient K, Hellogoodbye, Showbread, Mama Class Elliot ^.^, House of Heroes, Flylef, Superchic[k], Family Force 5, and a whole bunch more. I HEART MUSIC!!!
Movies and Tv shows. Well I don't really watch too much tv, but I do LOVE LOST, the most awesome show in the world. I also like Heroes, House, Alias (remind me again why they canceled it?), Prison Break, and occasionally Little House on the Prairie. Haha. Movies I like, well there's a lot. But I already told you my favorite, then I also like the Lord of the Rings, Benny and Joon, Rain Man, Cars, Finding Nemo, Independence Day, and the classic Disney's.
I believe that the only ones that really matter are these: What a man can do and what a man can't do. Sorry I just couldn't resist. I started typing what I was really going to say and it ended up as a quote. Sorry!
I believe that the only people that really matter are friends and family. Acquaintances are nice, but who really needs them? And EVERYONE can do without enemies. Friends are for secrets, parties, back-ups, unboredom sources, sleepovers, and understanding talking items. However, my friends do not listen to me. Perhaps it is because I usually talk about random things, but now they never listen to me, important or not. Only if I want to tell them a juicy secret. That's when they start paying attention. It makes me so mad.
My heroes include Kermit the Frog. It must be so hard to be green. Haha. My dad, mom, and siblings are also heroes. I know that sounds mushy, but I do love them. I also must say that Mavis Beacon is my hero. She taught me how to type. Haha. Yeah, right. She tried, at least. I also love my Funny, Rachel, and Sarah. You guys are the best! And I’ll always love you. Anybody that writes a good book or song is probably my hero. Mrs. Scott and Mrs. Thomas, the two L.A. teachers that inspired me to write, are probably my heroes. Ah, let’s see. I will always love Superman.
I would love to meet Mama Class Eliot, but seeing as she’s probably dead, I can’t, can I? Sorry, I don’t know if she really is dead. But I’d like to meet my favorite singers and groups, Simon Cowell because he’s awesome and honest, my favorite actors and actresses, and Albert Einstein.
Now I must ask you all a question: Is George Washington STILL important? I don’t think he is anymore. I’m not saying that he was never important, but what is he doing now? Rotting? Seriously, he’s not doing anything for us now, is he? It’s insane. My cousin and I got into a big old debate over this and finally got the whole family involved on Christmas. So please answer me somehow. You can always comment or email me.
Okay, so now that you know me, I'd like to start out by saying that I think everyone is awesome! Okay, not everyone. I just don't know what to type.
Here's a story I've been working on. I'll only give you a little bit. And I'll put THIS story in blue. Here it is:
Learning to Breathe
~~♥Violet♥~~
I looked at her with hopeful eyes as I asked my question. "So do you think he likes me? Or maybe he just wanted to know about Chloe... What do you think?" I searched my friends thoughtful eyes for a moment and felt a sinking feeling as she looked at a loss for words.
"I don't know, Violet. I think maybe he wanted to know if Chloe was real, but likes you so he didn't know if he should say anything. Or maybe it’s the opposite and he hates you. Or even maybe he was just looking for evidence or something. I don't know!" she shrugged, her voice becoming louder as she pronounced her last three words which echoed in my head.
I rolled my eyes as I replied, "Thanks, Cassie. That helped A LOT," I said sarcastically.
She grinned, but said nothing.
"No, really. I'm really feelin' confident now, Cassie! It's WAY narrowed down. Now all that's left is... Let's see... ALL my choices! Gosh, don't you have anything more encouraging to say???" I waved my hands furiously through the air and stuck out my neck as I spoke.
Cassie just said sheepishly, “Well, sorry! You’re the one that asked in the first place. And we both know that I’m not that up-to-date with all the love-life things. Okay?”
I saw the hurt in my friend’s eyes and said, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that I want to know! Why do guys make it so dang difficult?”
I leaned back onto my black and white comforter and placed my arm under my head full of brown hair. Sighing, I replayed that night in my mind.
It was as if it was yesterday, even though it was over two years now. I was in the Christmas Pageant at church with Josh, me Mary, him Joseph. And I remember, looking at him as the spotlight shone on him, I realized how hott he was. He was perfect, hott, buff, nice, funny- everything I look for in a guy. Oh, and his eyes! They’re light blue, snowflake blue, and icy blue all mixed together. You get so lost in those eyes, I swear.
“Earth to Vi! Vi, c’mon. Does it really matter that much?” I opened my eyes to find Cassie close to my face, her hands flashing before me.
“Trying to kiss me, huh? Gosh, Cassie didn’t know you were THAT way.” I teased.
She threw a pillow at me and before long we were on to a different subject.
“So what do you think about the play? Are you going to audition?” she asked me.
I moaned. I hated this topic. “I don’t know. I don’t even think I can sing, Cassie!”
Cassie gave me one of those ‘C’mon, we both know you’re not THAT stupid’ looks.
“Yeah, right, Vi. If I could sing like you, I’d be on Broadway by now.”
Rolling my eyes, I sat up and looked her straight in the eye.
“But, Cassie, what if you’re wrong?” I asked. “What if it’s just one of those things that no one can be right by?”
She sighed and took my hand. “Come on,” she said, yanking on my arm.
“What? Where are we going?” I asked, bewildered.
Yanking on my arm harder still, she said, “Well if you don’t believe me, then I’m gonna take you to someone who you will believe,”
“Cassie? CASSIE?? Where are you taking me??”
She grinned and kept walking, dragging me along with her. Soon we were out in the hallway, and she turned at Josh’s door. That’s when I realized…
“CASSIE! No! We are going straight back to your room and sitting down on your bed and talking calmly about this! We are NOT asking him! Come on!” But she was already knocking.
“Hey, Josh? I need to ask you something. You there? C’mon. This is really important!” Cassie said as she banged on the door once again. “JOSH!”
Suddenly I saw the doorknob turning, and soon it was opened.
“What do you want, sis?” Josh asked his sister. My eyes melted at the sight of him. “What’s so important that you need to interrupt my guitar practice?” His eyes found me, a blushing 15 year old, his little sister’s best friend. “Oh, hey there, Violet,” he added as my insides became mush.
“Thanks for coming out, Josh, but we need to ask you a question,” Cassie told her big brother. “Come into my room real quick.”
“That’s okay. You guys can come in here,” Josh suggested. Oh. My. Gosh. I was actually going into Josh Bryant’s room! As we stepped in, I was careful to notice every detail. Even the unmade bed made it’s way into my memory. “Now, what’s that big question?” He asked. Ah! The sound of his voice sent shivers down my arms.
“Sing, Vi. We need to know if she’s a good singer or not.” Cassie told him, and then added, “Sing!”
Taking a deep breath, I began to sing my favorite song by Anna Natick:
“2 AM and she calls me cause I’m still awake
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don’t love him, winter just wasn’t my season.
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes,
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites. We’re all here for the very same reason.
“No you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on the cable
And life’s like an hour glass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now,
So cradle your head in your hands…
And breathe, just breathe. Oh, breath, just breath.
“May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss,
‘Just a day’ he says down to the flask on his fist
‘Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year
And us folks in town know he’s been down for a while
But my God it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him, or maybe I’ll just sing about it
“No you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on the cable
And life’s like an hour glass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now,
So cradle your head in your hands…
And breathe, just breathe. Oh, breath, just breath.
“There’s a light at each end of this tunnel oh, yeah
And you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around
“2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get all down on paper its no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crown
Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them however you want to
“Cause you can’t jump the track we’re like cars on the cable and
Life’s like an hour glass glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button now,
So sing it if you understand
And breathe, just breathe.
Oh, breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.”
I ended shaking slightly as Josh appraised me for a few seconds. Suddenly, he sat up and rested his head on his fist and said, “Wanna be in my band?” I could’ve screamed. Actually, I did. I jumped up and hugged him, but soon let go as I realized who I was hugging. Then I turned back to Cassie and hugged her.
After all my moronic hugging was over, I turned to Josh. “Do you really mean it?” I asked, “Do you really think I’m that good? And do you really want a girl in your band?”
“You betcha! And I’ll give you private lessons since you’re just our next door neighbor and my little sister’s best friend. The guys will love you. You have a great voice, and you’re cute. We’re practicing on Wednesdays together. You in?” He asked. I could’ve died right there.
Lots of blushing and agreeing later, I was in the band and having one of the best nights of my life. Not only was I in a band, but it was my crush’s band and he called me CUTE! Oh, yeah, and I can sing! Ah, life is good. As I walked home, I dreamed about what it would be like if Josh ever asked me out. Would I share my first kiss with him? Or maybe I’d get married to him. Well, we are kinda young, and he is older. It’s only one year older, though. We’ll see… we’ll see.
My favorite pastime is probably either Sims, reading, blogging, or emailing, which I check regularly. *Hint hint* I also enjoy updating my myspace and xanga. If you're interested in that, here are the sites:
xanga.com/silasred19
myspace.com/mctiggersbounce (you may not be able to look at this. Request my friendship first)
As you can probably tell, I completely detest, hate, ect. the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie. However, the first one is my favorite movie and I watch and quote it often.
"Me, I'm just honest. It's honest men you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to look out for, because you can never tell when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Captain Jack Sparrow
I also LOVE to read. If you were to look into my room, the first thing you would see would probably be, well actually my bed, then my books. There are books all over. On the bookshelf, my computer desk, floor (bad of me, but hey, I like to read on the floor. Is that a problem?), dresser, side table, bed, everywhere. My favorite books probably include the Harry Potter series (can't wait for the 7th one to come out on 7/7/07!!!!), Sharon Creech books (Bloomability, Chasing Redbird, and Walk Two Moons are my favorites of that section), True colors series, Diary of a Teenage Girl Series, Series of Unfortunate Events, the list goes on and on. Roald Dahl books are also very, very good. So are Beverly Cleary books. OH! And Gail Carson Levine books are my favorites too! Like Ella Enchanted, OHHHHH my gosh!!! I LOVE it! (The movie sucks) -.- sorry if I offended anybody. I wasn't trying to. Like I said, the list goes on and on and on.
Music, sweet music. I love music. I play clarinet, and love it dearly. I used to play piano, and I want to play violin, but I love (and will always love) clarinet the best. I'm involved in marching, pep, and concert band, but marching band is my favorite. The trips and people are well worth it. Now, music I like to listen to... Switchfoot is a must listen! Then I also like Relient K, Hellogoodbye, Showbread, Mama Class Elliot ^.^, House of Heroes, Flylef, Superchic[k], Family Force 5, and a whole bunch more. I HEART MUSIC!!!
Movies and Tv shows. Well I don't really watch too much tv, but I do LOVE LOST, the most awesome show in the world. I also like Heroes, House, Alias (remind me again why they canceled it?), Prison Break, and occasionally Little House on the Prairie. Haha. Movies I like, well there's a lot. But I already told you my favorite, then I also like the Lord of the Rings, Benny and Joon, Rain Man, Cars, Finding Nemo, Independence Day, and the classic Disney's.
I believe that the only ones that really matter are these: What a man can do and what a man can't do. Sorry I just couldn't resist. I started typing what I was really going to say and it ended up as a quote. Sorry!
I believe that the only people that really matter are friends and family. Acquaintances are nice, but who really needs them? And EVERYONE can do without enemies. Friends are for secrets, parties, back-ups, unboredom sources, sleepovers, and understanding talking items. However, my friends do not listen to me. Perhaps it is because I usually talk about random things, but now they never listen to me, important or not. Only if I want to tell them a juicy secret. That's when they start paying attention. It makes me so mad.
My heroes include Kermit the Frog. It must be so hard to be green. Haha. My dad, mom, and siblings are also heroes. I know that sounds mushy, but I do love them. I also must say that Mavis Beacon is my hero. She taught me how to type. Haha. Yeah, right. She tried, at least. I also love my Funny, Rachel, and Sarah. You guys are the best! And I’ll always love you. Anybody that writes a good book or song is probably my hero. Mrs. Scott and Mrs. Thomas, the two L.A. teachers that inspired me to write, are probably my heroes. Ah, let’s see. I will always love Superman.
I would love to meet Mama Class Eliot, but seeing as she’s probably dead, I can’t, can I? Sorry, I don’t know if she really is dead. But I’d like to meet my favorite singers and groups, Simon Cowell because he’s awesome and honest, my favorite actors and actresses, and Albert Einstein.
Now I must ask you all a question: Is George Washington STILL important? I don’t think he is anymore. I’m not saying that he was never important, but what is he doing now? Rotting? Seriously, he’s not doing anything for us now, is he? It’s insane. My cousin and I got into a big old debate over this and finally got the whole family involved on Christmas. So please answer me somehow. You can always comment or email me.
Okay, so now that you know me, I'd like to start out by saying that I think everyone is awesome! Okay, not everyone. I just don't know what to type.
Here's a story I've been working on. I'll only give you a little bit. And I'll put THIS story in blue. Here it is:
Learning to Breathe
~~♥Violet♥~~
I looked at her with hopeful eyes as I asked my question. "So do you think he likes me? Or maybe he just wanted to know about Chloe... What do you think?" I searched my friends thoughtful eyes for a moment and felt a sinking feeling as she looked at a loss for words.
"I don't know, Violet. I think maybe he wanted to know if Chloe was real, but likes you so he didn't know if he should say anything. Or maybe it’s the opposite and he hates you. Or even maybe he was just looking for evidence or something. I don't know!" she shrugged, her voice becoming louder as she pronounced her last three words which echoed in my head.
I rolled my eyes as I replied, "Thanks, Cassie. That helped A LOT," I said sarcastically.
She grinned, but said nothing.
"No, really. I'm really feelin' confident now, Cassie! It's WAY narrowed down. Now all that's left is... Let's see... ALL my choices! Gosh, don't you have anything more encouraging to say???" I waved my hands furiously through the air and stuck out my neck as I spoke.
Cassie just said sheepishly, “Well, sorry! You’re the one that asked in the first place. And we both know that I’m not that up-to-date with all the love-life things. Okay?”
I saw the hurt in my friend’s eyes and said, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that I want to know! Why do guys make it so dang difficult?”
I leaned back onto my black and white comforter and placed my arm under my head full of brown hair. Sighing, I replayed that night in my mind.
It was as if it was yesterday, even though it was over two years now. I was in the Christmas Pageant at church with Josh, me Mary, him Joseph. And I remember, looking at him as the spotlight shone on him, I realized how hott he was. He was perfect, hott, buff, nice, funny- everything I look for in a guy. Oh, and his eyes! They’re light blue, snowflake blue, and icy blue all mixed together. You get so lost in those eyes, I swear.
“Earth to Vi! Vi, c’mon. Does it really matter that much?” I opened my eyes to find Cassie close to my face, her hands flashing before me.
“Trying to kiss me, huh? Gosh, Cassie didn’t know you were THAT way.” I teased.
She threw a pillow at me and before long we were on to a different subject.
“So what do you think about the play? Are you going to audition?” she asked me.
I moaned. I hated this topic. “I don’t know. I don’t even think I can sing, Cassie!”
Cassie gave me one of those ‘C’mon, we both know you’re not THAT stupid’ looks.
“Yeah, right, Vi. If I could sing like you, I’d be on Broadway by now.”
Rolling my eyes, I sat up and looked her straight in the eye.
“But, Cassie, what if you’re wrong?” I asked. “What if it’s just one of those things that no one can be right by?”
She sighed and took my hand. “Come on,” she said, yanking on my arm.
“What? Where are we going?” I asked, bewildered.
Yanking on my arm harder still, she said, “Well if you don’t believe me, then I’m gonna take you to someone who you will believe,”
“Cassie? CASSIE?? Where are you taking me??”
She grinned and kept walking, dragging me along with her. Soon we were out in the hallway, and she turned at Josh’s door. That’s when I realized…
“CASSIE! No! We are going straight back to your room and sitting down on your bed and talking calmly about this! We are NOT asking him! Come on!” But she was already knocking.
“Hey, Josh? I need to ask you something. You there? C’mon. This is really important!” Cassie said as she banged on the door once again. “JOSH!”
Suddenly I saw the doorknob turning, and soon it was opened.
“What do you want, sis?” Josh asked his sister. My eyes melted at the sight of him. “What’s so important that you need to interrupt my guitar practice?” His eyes found me, a blushing 15 year old, his little sister’s best friend. “Oh, hey there, Violet,” he added as my insides became mush.
“Thanks for coming out, Josh, but we need to ask you a question,” Cassie told her big brother. “Come into my room real quick.”
“That’s okay. You guys can come in here,” Josh suggested. Oh. My. Gosh. I was actually going into Josh Bryant’s room! As we stepped in, I was careful to notice every detail. Even the unmade bed made it’s way into my memory. “Now, what’s that big question?” He asked. Ah! The sound of his voice sent shivers down my arms.
“Sing, Vi. We need to know if she’s a good singer or not.” Cassie told him, and then added, “Sing!”
Taking a deep breath, I began to sing my favorite song by Anna Natick:
“2 AM and she calls me cause I’m still awake
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don’t love him, winter just wasn’t my season.
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes,
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites. We’re all here for the very same reason.
“No you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on the cable
And life’s like an hour glass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now,
So cradle your head in your hands…
And breathe, just breathe. Oh, breath, just breath.
“May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss,
‘Just a day’ he says down to the flask on his fist
‘Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year
And us folks in town know he’s been down for a while
But my God it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him, or maybe I’ll just sing about it
“No you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on the cable
And life’s like an hour glass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now,
So cradle your head in your hands…
And breathe, just breathe. Oh, breath, just breath.
“There’s a light at each end of this tunnel oh, yeah
And you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around
“2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get all down on paper its no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crown
Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them however you want to
“Cause you can’t jump the track we’re like cars on the cable and
Life’s like an hour glass glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button now,
So sing it if you understand
And breathe, just breathe.
Oh, breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.”
I ended shaking slightly as Josh appraised me for a few seconds. Suddenly, he sat up and rested his head on his fist and said, “Wanna be in my band?” I could’ve screamed. Actually, I did. I jumped up and hugged him, but soon let go as I realized who I was hugging. Then I turned back to Cassie and hugged her.
After all my moronic hugging was over, I turned to Josh. “Do you really mean it?” I asked, “Do you really think I’m that good? And do you really want a girl in your band?”
“You betcha! And I’ll give you private lessons since you’re just our next door neighbor and my little sister’s best friend. The guys will love you. You have a great voice, and you’re cute. We’re practicing on Wednesdays together. You in?” He asked. I could’ve died right there.
Lots of blushing and agreeing later, I was in the band and having one of the best nights of my life. Not only was I in a band, but it was my crush’s band and he called me CUTE! Oh, yeah, and I can sing! Ah, life is good. As I walked home, I dreamed about what it would be like if Josh ever asked me out. Would I share my first kiss with him? Or maybe I’d get married to him. Well, we are kinda young, and he is older. It’s only one year older, though. We’ll see… we’ll see.
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