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Back to Writing

Yes, after a long writing slump, I have finally gotten back into the swing of things.

Y'all probably remember this post where I was all frustrated with my current story idea because I couldn't get the beginning right. Well, I was just so annoyed with it that I just stopped.

I still adored the idea, but I just stopped. Every time I sat down to write a blank screen would just stare back at me for hours upon hours. (okay maybe more like for a half an hour, but it sure felt like hours upon hours)

So during my month of nothing, I had time to think, and think, and think. I came up with more story ideas and, and thought some more.

I finally decided that I was taking this (mentioned above) story that I was working on the wrong way. So after a lot of plotting, cutting, and pasting ideas, I came up with a whole other story that I am most defiantly excited about.

I'm absolutely loving it!

I can't tell you all details (for fear of creepers who steal without question) but here's the first line of the prologue;

They think I don’t remember, but I do. 

Eeep, I'm so excited!

I am in love with my main character, Bri, even though I'm still learning who she is. The plot is still a bit shaky, but I'm working hard on it, and I'm praying that I won't give up on this.

What are you excited about?

Saturday Nothingness

You know those Saturdays, when you feel like there's nothing to do, nowhere to go? Well, that's how this Saturday is feeling.

The only thing I can do is go on the computer fifty million times, and anxiously wait for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle series premier. (is it weird that I'm getting excited for that?)

I just feel like I need to do something!

But I'm sure that once Mom gets back from Erin's soccer game, she's going to have chores for us to do, so I shouldn't complain.

I need ideas.

There should be a list on Google or something of things to do on a lazy Saturday morning.

I don't know.

What are your plans on this lovely September Saturday?

Plays and Whatnot

Most of you probably know that I'm a part of a (super fun) homeschool drama club. I have been a part of this club for four years now, and it's been absolutely amazing!

We have done so many awesome plays, including, Little Women, A Tale of Two Cities, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and Rally 'Round the Flag Boys.

Each play is even better than the last, and you better believe that after each performance we get all anxious for the next play to be announced. 

I in particular find myself checking my e-mails constantly for the announcement of the next play.

Just last year, we started doing two plays a year, one for the older kids, and one for the younger kids, and this year I get to audition for the older one!

Sorry, I'm just really excited, because both plays were announced!

Yep, this morning, when I checked my e-mail, there it was, the announcement e-mail, waiting for me.

Excited, I clicked on it, scrolled down, and written in big, fancy font was;

Pride and Prejudice

I may have squealed just a bit. 

Everyone in the whole drama club (well, as far as I know) has wanted and begged to do Pride and Prejudice forever. 

As you can imagine, I am over-the-moon excited, and am anxiously awaiting the auditions.


And my little sister's excited, because for the younger play they are doing; The Red Shoes. We don't know much about it, but we love learning new stories.

So, what have you been up to?

I Think I was Born in the Wrong Decade...

Truly I do.

I always look at things from the 30s-40s-50s and just wish and wish and wish that I could live in a world where dressing like that in public would be normal.

I remember I used to dream of being Shirley Temple when I was little. Seriously, I think I have seen every single Shirley Temple movie in existence.

But the sad thing is, I think I was the only five-year-old little girl who knew about Shirley Temple. It's a shame. :(

But I don't think that my love for the early 1900s started until our drama club did a play based in the 50s.

I wasn't in it, but I would walk around back stage just soaking in all of the vintage-y stuff like a sponge.

Oh, why couldn't I have been born 100 years earlier?

Those Pictures You Don't Know What to do With

You know what it's like to have fifty million pictures that you've taken. You love them all, but you just can't seem to make them work in any of your posts?

I have so many pictures that I so want to show you, but can't because they don't go with any of my post ideas.

But never no more!

This post is completely dedicated to pictures! (And not pictures from Pinterest.)

I fell in love with photography when I got my first camera for Christmas in 2011, and I have been snapping pictures ever since.

If you see some of my first pictures you can defiantly tell that I've improved.

My camera's not the best, but I still love finding new ways to use it, and pushing it to it's limits.

I have also found a love of editing and making my photos look even better.

Just capturing the little things in life that make you smile. :) That's what I love.

Everyone Needs a Confidence Boost Once in a While

I have a confidence problem. But I guess we all do once in a while. You feel like no one can except you as you.

That's how I feel a lot. I have to go out of my way to make people like me.

I'm also a people-pleaser, and when these two characteristics go hand in hand, it isn't pretty.

Especially with this blog, I see other people who have better blog names, better posts, and more followers, and I automatically think that I have to be like them to go anywhere in the blogging world.

Which is why (as you have probably noticed from the many polls I've had) I have been stressing out over if I should change my blog name or not.

I want to be me. My quirky, shy, giggly self.

It's not going to be worth sharing my life with you all if I'm not myself.

That was one of my goals when I relaunched my blog a month ago, to be myself.

Because I struggle with it so.

If you guys can't stand my blog name, please tell me in the comments, or just vote on the poll. I want to keep one name forever, so if I do end up changing it, it will be here forever.

So, please let me know.

I'm trying hard to find out who I am. I like to sew, and knit, and embroider, even though I've never actually learned.

I like photography, but I also love to write long paragraphs too.

I'm not picky when it comes to reading, I love all genres. I'm a people pleaser, but I still want to be myself.

I prefer vanilla over chocolate.

I would rather watch I Love Lucy reruns than Jersey Shores. I'm homeschooled.

I'm different. And that's okay, everyone's different. I just have to be myself. And this blog is helping.

Thank you all for following me. :) I thank God for each and every one of you. With each new follower, I feel more sure of myself, and I'd like to thank you all for liking me for me.

So, this post has turned out to be much longer than I hoped, so I'll close.

Thank you.    

A Chilly Beginning

Autumn has arrived, and it started off with a bang. The wind, the leaves, everything. It's like the world was just waiting for the first day of fall to explode in a cascade of color and chilliness.

I don't know what it was like where you live, but here it was just plain cold.

We were planning on going to a family reunion yesterday. Needless to say, it was canceled, and most of us got to stay home most of the day.

Every time I would look out the window, the trees would be a little more bare, and the wind would be pushing the branches around.

Old sweatpants that I had gotten ride of in the Summer have come back to haunt me. Scarves, and gloves scatter the floor. And jacket are hung on pegs.

I have this strange new desire to learn how to knit and crochet.

It's time. Autumn has come. :)

When the Storm Clouds Cease, and I can Think Clearly

Do you ever feel like you can't control your thoughts? Like you're always thinking horrible things, but you just can't control it? Like you're at war with your brain?

I have this ongoing problem where I have trouble controlling my thoughts.

I try but the more I think about it, the worse it gets.

I don't know if you guys know what I mean, but that's the only way to explain it.

I'm at war with my brain.

I pray about it, and I hope that God will help me through it.

Whenever my thoughts get crazy, I just feel horrible.

But it has actually gotten better since last year, but still. I hate it.

Please pray for me. It's hard, and I don't like it. I have grow to hate the things I think, and I just want it to stop.

I don't know if this post is more of a silent scream of some sort, to just scream my problems, but I would really appreciate it if you all would pray for me.

I hope that someday I will be able to think clearly again.

The Simple Joy of an Old Kite

Did you ever fly kites when you were little? Did you ever go outside on a windy day and think, Hey, this is good kite weather, and go back inside to get your trusty kite?

The thing is, I didn't even know that my little sister even knew what a kite was until yesterday.

But sure enough, as I was putting my shoes away in the closet, Emma came up and saw a string hanging from the shelf, and immediately; "Oooh, I want the kite!"

The kite was smashed in between two board games, and has been broken for who knows how long, plus the string was all tangled up but that didn't stop Emma from wanting it.

So I got it down for her, and soon she was running around the house, the kite dragging behind.

But after a while she got bored of that and wanted to go outside.

She got her shoes on, and went outside.

Evan, Erin and Seth were already out there riding bikes, but when they saw Emma with her kite, they all got excited.

Sorry for all the blurriness, they were moving too much.

This one is by far my favorite picture of the day, even though she didn't want me to take her picture.
It's kind of weird that something as simple as a beat-up old kite could give my siblings so much fun.

In other news, my brother, Evan learned how to ride his bike yesterday! Yay! He's getting so big, and his birthday's coming up!

Anyway, did any of you guys fly kites when you were little?

Fall has Fallen!

Even though I know it isn't quite fall yet, it definitely feels like it!

It seems like right after school started, BAM, Fall, cold air, and leaves hit us. We had no time to breath. Like Fall was waiting patiently for us to start school, and then exploded!

But I'm not one to complain. I love Fall, really. :) It might actually be my favorite season.

The thing is, at our house we have maybe a small forest of trees, and they're  loosing leaves all year round. So it's really like Fall around here all the time.

But now I go outside and even the leaves on the trees are brown. And a lot of them have fallen. The cool wind feels nicer than the warm... um, breeze? from Summer.

I now have this strange desire to bake something Fall-y, and where jeans and plaid. To have a scarf wrapped around my neck, and a hat on my head.

I want to go to the local pumpkin farm and make jack-o-lanterns.

For darker nights, and brighter mornings. The rain, and the corn.

Oh, I can't wait for Fall!

I'm No Barbie...


The biggest example of perfect there is.

Every little girl has at least seen a Barbie doll. We have a whole drawer full of old Barbies that we just kept from when my sisters and I were older.

And every girl at one point in her life has wanted to be Barbie.

Barbie always has the best clothes, the best guy, and she's not snobbish. She is the definition of perfect.

But the fact is, nobody can be a perfect reconstruction of Barbie.

I'm not perfect. I've never claimed to be. And the thing is, I can't be perfect.

I'm no Barbie. I sin everyday. But you know, that's okay.

Because, God loves me no matter what I do. No matter how my hair looks, or if I'm wearing my baggy, everyday clothes.

He has forgiven my sins and imperfections.

I don't have to be Barbie to be loved. God will always love me.

I don't know about you all, but that sounds pretty awesome to me!

Science is Ruining Me!

Science is ruining me! That's all there is to it.

I mean, not ruining me exactly, but it's ruining my train of thought.

I've never been a fan of science. (After that astronomy thing we did, I shall never enjoy sitting through a science class again) And it's especially hard for me. I don't know why, I just have trouble paying attention when I'm reading my science book.

But I'm doing better.

And that's the problem.

Since I'm in High School, and since my grades count more, I've been trying harder to pay attention.

And now I'm starting to think logically. Ugh, even typing the word is difficult.

I've always been a dreamer. One who's head is always in the clouds.

But now, I know all of the names of the different kinds of clouds!

Whenever it thunders it no longer is just God bowling. It's the back-lash of the lightning.

And rain isn't just the clouds crying. It's precipitation.

(I'm learning about weather right now, can't you tell? :P)

It's depressing. Why does science have to be so.... logic?


First Line: It has been sixty-four years since the president and the Consortium identified love as a disease, and forty-three since the scientists perfected a cure.

About: Before scientists found the cure, people thought love was a good thing. They didn’t understand that once love -- the deliria -- blooms in your blood, there is no escaping its hold. Things are different now. Scientists are able to eradicate love, and the government demands that all citizens receive the cure upon turning eighteen. Lena Holoway has always looked forward to the day when she’ll be cured. A life without love is a life without pain: safe, measured, predictable, and happy.

But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena does the unthinkable: She falls in love.

Author: Lauren Oliver

Publisher: HarperCollins

Review: I guess I was curious. I had seen this book everywhere, and had heard good things about it. So what do I do? Read it, of course!

I don't know what it is with me, but I always have to read the biggest and the best books out there. Maybe to understand exactly what it is that the media is talking about?

I picked up this book at the book store, and skimmed through the first page. It was very inviting, and I was curious as to what would happen. But in the end, I ended up buying The False Prince instead.

So I marked it down on my to-read list, put it on hold, and waited.

The idea of love as a disease is a very clever one! I mean really, our who media and culture is built up on love. When you listen to music there is an 8/10 chance you're gonna hear a song about love. There is no way that love could be a bad thing in our world. But in Lena's world it is...

The idea did seem a bit far-fetched to me, though. It was a little too serious about the fact that love was a bad thing. Really, they had patrol men out late at night searching for signs of the deliria. But overall I thought it was a neat idea.

Lena was a pretty good character, I think. Not scared to show her emotions like I felt Katniss did in The Hunger Games. She was really lovable, and you felt bad for her that she was stuck in this world where love was a curse.

Alex was, well... I wouldn't choose him if I was Lena. I mean he was okay, just maybe a bit stalker-ish. But I guess he would be the good match for Lena. Someone to take her out of her comfort zone a bit, show her life beyond Portland. 

And then there's Hana (I love her name :), she was fun. Sort of a best friend you dream of having. She's fun quirky, and popular. But she still surprises you. You never know exactly what she'll do. One of Lena's fond childhood memories is when Hana punched a girl in the nose for making fun of Lena. Hana is a very independent person, and pushes Lena out of her comfort zone as well.

But my favorite character was by far Grace. I just fell in love with her, especially at the end. Oh, but I'm not giving it away. :)

The only things that I didn't like was, A) the cursing.

I was absolutely surprised at the amount of foul language that was in this book. Parents, if you don't want your kids to read books with cursing in it, I don't recommend this book. There are some major bad-words in here. But, me, I just sort of skipped them, and pretended that they weren't there, but I'm just letting you guys know that they are there.

There are a couple adult themes implied in parts of the book, so not for children.

Before I close I have to say that Lauren Oliver has one of the most beautiful writing styles that I have ever seen! She is right up there with Ally Carter for me. The whole time I was reading Delirium, I was just in awe of her writing. Trust me, it's gorgeous!

Overall a good book, just a couple red flags. But I think I'm gonna wait awhile before reading the next book.

Romance: Read the description. Need I say more? Romance was laced throughout the entire novel. Lots of kissing!

Violence: People are killed and injured in really disgusting ways. So yes there was a lot of violence as well.

Recommended Age: I recommend this book for anyone 14+

Rating: Even though I loved this book, there were a few things I didn't like, so I'm giving it;

Either 3 1/2 or 4.

This has turned out to be a rather long review, but hey I haven't had one in a while, so I owe you. :)