Da Gang: CONTINUED.

              So now its just six of us in our 'gang'. Every once in a while we'll have a party, like the one on Halloween. We all went over to Jamie's house to go trick-or-treating together, although apparently we're too old. We went anyway. Sadly, I had to bring a sibling, though he behaved well enough. Well, I arrived and I noticed that everyone's costume reflected some of their personality, though in an abstract way.
             Jamie was a space pirate: that reflected her otaku-ness. Of all of us, I believe hers was the most creative. Zombie was a creeper, the human kind. When we were playing a game called park bench I had to sit by him, and to tell you the truth he really freaked me out. The sunglasses paired with how old he looks normally made the perfect costume. If I met a guy on the street looking like he did, I'd cross to the other side of the street. Coby was a- umm.... he was a- no, he was... Oh! he was a mugger. His costume was simple and didn't reveal much, though I bet if I knew him more I'd get it. (haha, reveal much) Tibs was a pokemon trainer and I loved that costume.  He even had a pokemon trainer hat! Stanny was a skeleton, totally classic-just like him.
              Anyway, I arrived and we all proceeded to gravitate towards the computer, and ended up watching Halloween related viral videos until it was time to go trick-or-treating. We all bundled out the door, with Jamie and Tibs in front, me in the middle, and the rest of the boys in back. I admit we kind of split up in scenarios like this, with me often trying to decide who to side with. I like talking to Zombie and Stanny, but sometimes I feel like I don't know the topic very well and come up short. Talking with Jamie and Tibs is easier, but sometimes pointless and confusing. So I end up flitting from one to the other. With random tidbits of conversation flying in the air, I usually remember the most pointless snippets like, "Blah Blah Blah...Leprechaun...Blah Blah Blah....going to people's doors..." etc.
              I also remember the snippets where moi was the topic, like, " Julia, are you wearing heals?" This one coming from Zombie.
          "maybe...." I replied, hoping to sound casual.
              *out take of breath*
           "hehe..."
Also I would pick up trash everytime I spotted any, which drove my friends crazy or at least that's what it sounded like. I love doing that. Anyway, that's a summary of Da Gang, and I'll probably be refering to them later on in my blog. Hope I didn't bore you to death!
          

Da Gang

            Because I'm random like that, (and because Deep Sea Zombie gave me the idea :P) I'm going to describe my bffs from school. (I'll use the same names so you don't get confused)
            First let me tell you exactly how we ended up a 'gang', as my mom likes to call us. I met Jamie in the summer before seventh grade at Harry Potter Summer Camp. I liked her immediately, and she seemed to be in the market for friends so it worked out well enough. Sadly, during the school year, we had zero classes together and totally different lunches so we kinda put our friendship on hibernate. Long story short: my bff from seventh grade betrayed me, and I fell back with Jamie in eigth grade. One day she invited me to her B-day party at Layton park, and me and a bunch of our friends had loads of fun. So we decided to make it a regular thing and we'd have a party at the park every Friday. After a while our friends kind of split up and there was only about eight of us left in our little group. There was Stanny, Zombie, Jamie, Tibs, Skittles, Justine Candy, Alice Vanderburg, and of course, me.  Over the year there were a few changes, such as Justine going to Centennial, Skittles hanging with new friends, and Coby joining in, but here's a few words about each.
             Stanny is a skinny guy with darkish blonde hair and some funky eyeballs. I swear he wears Aeropostal everyday, but it looks really good on him. He's really mellow, but he likes to freak out about the wierdest things. He worked with me and Jamie at Frightmares, but I won't go into that.
            Zombie is probably the tallest in our group with long blonde hair. He's in swim and loves to wear Layton hoodies and T-shirts. He's really quiet, but when he speaks you can tell it matters to him. He'll put up with whatever you're talking about, even if he's not interested because he's just polite like that. He's also a crazy person. (yes, yes you are.)
            Jamie is my bgf. (best girl friend...and like my only one :D) she's taller than me, but I like to cheat and wear heels. She doesn't dress or act girly, but I think that secretly she wants to dress up fancy and look really pretty. Don't tell her I said this, but all she really wants is to be loved. Anyway, she likes to wear simple clothes and loves playing with Zombie's hair, just because it bugs him.
           Tibs is cool, he's tall and likes to talk. He also loves to sing boyscout songs in the middle of the school cafeteria, really loudly. He has a knack for wearing clothes that most of the student body would label 'so last century' but they look alright on him. He also has a soul jacket, as we call it, that he can be found at almost any given time.
            Skittles is still my friend, though because of some reason or another she's not in our gang anymore. She's random and hyper with brown hair and stylish clothes. She can be shy sometimes, but she's really fun to talk to especially when someone's teasing her.
             Coby is pretty cool, he draws manga and he's much better at clothes than me. ( T_T ) He's the new addition to our group. The only reason I don't like him all that much is he lies, and even when I catch him in the act he doesn't come clean. Other than that, he's pretty awesome.
              And Justine. She was one of my bgfs when she went to FFJH, but now I'm not in contact her anymore. She's kinda bland, a normal teenager with a taste for makeup and clothes. Alice was pretty much the same.

           TO BE CONTINUED

Kawaii!!!!!!

Today, for my amazing blog, I will blog about the adorable, I repeat, ADORABLE baby tapir. This animal was featured on a blog titled Ugly Overload, and I totally disagree. Above is a video of Kejutan, the brand new baby malayan tapir born in Port Lympne Wild Animal Park.
           This tapir is the ninth successful birth at Port Lympne, although elsewhere the number of tapirs is rapidly declining. The malayan tapir is listed as endangered, and it's extremely rare to find one in it's natural habitat. Let me tell you a little about the tapir.  
            While the baby, or juvenile, tapir has a dappled coat with distinctive lines, the adults are mostly grey with a large patch of white extending from their shoulders to their rear. This coat acts as cammoflauge, making them look like a very large rock. The tapir is usually 6 to 8 feet and can weight up to 1,000 pounds. It is strictly vegetarian and eats about 115 different types of plants. Oddly, the tapir uses scents to mark boundaries, just like the wolf. On an average day, the tapir will walk slowly through its habitat, tropical lowland forests in Asia, sometimes following scent trails, and eating plants. When threatened, it can run quickly, which is odd considering it's remarkable bulk. The gestation period for tapirs is around 395 days, which means the mommas are pregnant for a very long time.After that a single baby similar to the one above is born, and it reaches maturity at around 3 years. Tapirs can live up to 30 years, in the wild or in captivity.
            I've always thought that the tapirs are interesting creatures that seem to come from the age of the dinosaurs.The babies are adorable, while the adults are considerably less so. It's also interesting to learn about the tapir because it is so different from other animals. If I were to sum up the tapir in a few sentences from what i've learned online, it would go something like this: The tapir is a large, fat & happy animal that is endangered due to deforestation. Most predators stay well away from it because of it's size and sharp teeth. Most people have never even heard of the tapir, and it's well on it's way to becoming distinct not only physically but also in the eyes of men. It won't be remembered like the cute panda, just forgotten.
         

          Looking at this blog post, I want to add: "And if you act now, you can donate $30 to save the endangered tapir...." but in all seriousness, this animal is dying off because of humans taking its habitat to use for paper, and killing it for money. Maybe those small differences I once mentioned can become big differences, especially to an animal like Kejutan.

         P.S. Kawaii is japanese for cute.

School Closed Due to Wind Damage

             Today is Friday, and I got to sleep in until nine. Why? Because yesterday winds up to 100 mph were recorded (as was the case in Centerville.) These winds were so powerful they toppled trees, semi-trucks, and fences. Power outages affected nearly 50,000 homes and businesses. All in all, there was tons and tons of damage and FFJH was sent home early. Although I've been told that Thursday wasn't an official off day, today definitely is.
              Now I'm not saying that I am glad for these gale force winds, or for the damage they inflicted, but they were beautiful. Sitting in school next to a courtyard full of whipping leaves left me breathless. At first there was a giant pile of leaves just sitting there, accumulated by the winds. Then the wind would steal a few leaves, and gently float them in a circle. It looked to me like they were dancing. Then  there was the exciting part: the wind mustered it's energy and sent the whole pile sliding across the windows, then up and out of the courtyard. For about two minutes, there was not a single leaf left in that courtyard and one by one they decided to come back. I would see and orange leaf slam into the corner, than a few amber leaves whip back and forth between the window panes. All I could do was sit and stare with my mouth open, not realising that the door was jerking, trying to open. I noticed too late, as the doors finally caved sending wind and leaves in all directions. I jumped from my seat, determined to close them before anyone noticed. I finally wrestled them closed, and stuck my book through the handles to keep them in place. After a few more jerky motions, the doors rested easy and I took my book back. I sat there, panting and thinking about how beautiful weather can be, yet how destructive.
           If you were to take a drive down any street in Kaysville, you would see giant uprooted pine trees, toppled poles, and countless caved in fences. There is so many accounts of damage that I get sad everytime I think about it. Luckily, my house was out of the way and we still have electricity and minimal damage was inflicted. Our garbage can tried to run away, and my dogs practically went crazy in the back yard, but other than that I was untouched. My friends on the otherhand have lots of things to clean up, and lots of damage to repair. One of them lost three giant pine trees, and is probably cleaning them up as I type. Coach Levelle from Layton High school had his truck smashed. 20-30 people with wind related injuries went to Mckay-Dee hospital, though most of them were from cuts or bruises inflicted from flying objects, some were in critical condition.
            It just goes to show you how terrifyingly beautiful storms and winds can be. How amazing they look, and yet they inflict so much damage upon homes and businesses.

Assorted Goods

           Lately, I've taken an interest in baking. It all started with my mom randomly asking me one day if I wanted to make banana bread.Now, to fill you in on a major detail: I suck at and hate cooking. Everytime my mom would ask me to make dinner I would mess it up. Some of my less embarressing cooking screw-ups were: dropping the chicken in the corn, using metal spatulas on non-stick pans, (how in the what now?) and my personal favorite, serving hard romen with less seasoning on it than, well, something with no seasoning at all. Needless to say, I have a repution in my household of being a horrible, horrible cook. So when my mom asked me if I wanted to make banana bread, I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Well," I mumbled, thinking she was making fun of me. "I guess I could try."
            And I made banana bread. It tasted funny on the account of me and my conviction that the more the flour the merrier, but all in all it wasn't too bad. I liked baking, and I decided from there on out that I would continue baking.
          I once read a manga on baking, and the main character would always say: "I bake because I like to see the faces of the people who eat it, good or bad."
          I felt exactly the same. It's fun mixing it all together and putting it in the oven, but the best part is having people eat what you bake. That's why if I bake anything, I tend to give it all away to anyone who will eat it. And over these last few months (?) I have made lots and lots of food. There's banana bread, sweet bread, cupcakes for peer support, whipped chocolate pie, pumpkin pie, roasted pecan pumpkin custard and lots of cookies.
       There's a story for every one of these items, but my favorite is the whipped chocolate pie one, so I'll type it up for you. A while ago me and my mom were at the store when she decided that I was going to make pumpking pie to take over to my grandma's. (again, she's weird like that.) So we bought pumpkin puree, a frozen crust, and a small baking magazine that caught my mom's eye. When we got home, I realized that the frozen crust we got was actually two frozen crusts, and wondered exactly what I was going to do with the extra. So while the pie was baking, I flipped through the magazine and found a recipe for a delicious looking whipped chocolate pie.So that Sunday when I went to my grandparents, I went on another magical adventure to the store and bought baking chocolate and other assorted goods. I went back to my grandma's and found I had forgotten butter. So back I went. Then I had bought the wrong type of eggs. (they need to be pasteurized) I ended up going to the store four times that day, and I finally got everything I needed.
         So I started baking, and I found that this is the most challenging pie I have ever made. First you have to melt the chocolate without burning it, Then you have to use a hand-mixer to slowly whip the softened-not-melted butter and add the sugar gradually. In the end it took me three hours to make this pie, and my arm was still shaking from the vibrations when I put it in the fridge to firm up for another three hours. Although it was really hard, it was definitely worth it. My grandparents and my aunt loved it, along with the rest of my family.
         My mom found out that her work was having a pie contest, and she asked me if I wanted to enter. I was estatic! The timing was perfect, and I had a gold medal recipe. So in preparation, I ended up making four pies. Four! I was crazy excited, and I used up all my ingredients on those two deep-crust and those other two thin-crusted pies. I thought of course that she would take all of them, but she left the deep-crust home. So I cut it up and had my siblings help me eat one of them, and took the other one to Thanksgiving dinner at my grandma's. I also made a roasted pecan-pumpkin custard, wich was delicious.
          My mom also bought me another recipe book, this one for cakes. Looks like I'll have to find an excuse to bake a cake!

Internet & Sushi

             Has anyone ever said to you that they didn't realize what they had until it was gone? That is exactly how I felt these past few weeks. We had our internet canceled because we were a little low on cash, and every time I got an assignment that required going online, I would have to bike down to the library.
              You have no idea how many cold, lonely trips I made down there, fighting for a spot at one of the computers. And then when I actually got on a computer there was the timer that came up every five minutes saying, '15 minutes left' and so on. You see, to circulate the computers, you had thirty minutes on them and them someone from the waiting list would be automatically logged on if there was anyone waiting for a computer. Then you would have to gather your stuff, type in your login number and password on the waiting list, and wait for a computer to open up. If there wasn't anyone on the waiting list, you just had to log in again and continue whatever you were doing. There were lots of other complications of using those computers, which I won't go into here because it would be dreadfully boring.
              Anyway, my dad decided to get internet back, and instead of biking down to the library in all this snow, I'm sitting at home, warm and comfy, typing all this up. Now I can blog for as long as I want, without nosy people looking over my shoulder and an annoying timer in the bottom right hand corner.
           
               Also today, I'm going to Osaka to eat all the sushi I want. I just got my last paycheck as a Frightmares! employee, and I'm going to spend it on mouthwatering nori, rice, and assorted fish. For my birthday my Mom bought me a Asian cooking set with a rice maker, a bamboo mat, a ginger grater, and a lot of other cooking utensils.
                It also came with instructions and a recipe for sushi, so I made homemade sushi. Let me tell you, sushi is the hardest thing I've ever 'cooked'. First you need short grain rice, and of course I had to get long grained. The problem with that is that it cooks differently, looks bad, and doesn't fit nearly as well in or on the sushi. Then, you mix the freshly cooked rice with sugar, salt, and vinegar. It sounds weird, but it tastes delicious. The next part is the hardest, although it was slightly easier for me because I had a mold for the inside of the sushi. You have to take a sheet of nori (dried seaweed sheets) and pack rice on it, then whatever you want on the inside. You then fold it all up with the bamboo sheet, making sure that the edges of the nori touch and it stays a perfect circle. It sounds easy typed up here, but it was way hard. The nori wasn't long enough, There was too much rice, and the carrots and the fish wouldn't stay put. I made about five rolls with imitation crab meat, smoked salmon, and ginger. I also found a tube of wasabi that no one else but me would eat, on account of it's spiciness.
                Making my own sushi was a really fun experience, with a really tasty product. Lately I've been really interested in cooking, and you can even ask my friends. I always end up bringing them some of whatever I've made, which so far consists of sweet bread & banana bread.I have some frozen pie crusts in the freezer, and a brand new cookbook, so we'll see what I bake next.

Halloween and Whales

For Halloween this year, I dressed up in my entirely overdone vampire costume and went trick-or-treating with some of my besties. While walking up and down the street, knocking on every door with a light on, I noticed there was a lot of trash on the ground. Even though I was wearing a dressy ball gown and heels, plus the fact that I hurt my knees and it pained me to stoop down, I would pick up each and every piece of garbage that I saw. Now I know a lot of you are thinking, "what a hippy! she's going to start chanting 'save the whales' in some druggy voice any second now." And that's true. I am a hippy, but only because I realise that this planet is limited. We cannot just take all the resources and leave garbage in it's wake, or we'll be left with a giant planet full of junk, like in Wall-E. I'm not saying you should go all out and be, you know, a 'hippy' (another one of those unfortunate stereotypes). But I am saying you should balance out how much you take from the planet with how much you give back. Pick up random garbage, turn off lights and don't use gallons of water to take a shower (as my dad would say, "save some for the fishies!"). These are all small steps you can take to help out, even if you think that our Earth and it's resources will last forever. Anyway, my friends started teasing me about my weird habbit and one even went so far as to try and stop me from picking up some trash. (you know who you are! :D) I'm not mad at them for that, but I wish that teenagers would realise that there is more to life than being absolute slobs and expecting other people to clean up your messes. Don't forget that animals need ambassadors, just like other countries. They aren't present to speak for themselves, but they still matter. I mean, even if we could live without other species and life forms, (which we can't) would you really want to? Animals are great for soothing the mind, learning responsibility, and eating. And yes, I really did just say that. I'm no vegetarian, essentially because I like the taste of meat, but also because that's the natural order of things. Organisms eating other organisms. What I hate, is people who kill animals for NO REASON. If a lion were to chance upon another animal, which for arguments sake, isn't even it's normal prey, and it's not hungry, IT WOULD NOT KILL IT. It wouldn't kill it for sport, it wouldn't kill it out of spite, it would not kill it. Why should we kill animals for sport? Why destroy a life for any other reason except to use it in death? One of the reasons I love native americans so much is that they kill and animal, eat it, and then use it's bones, teeth, organs and anything else. They don't just leave it to rot, or only take the skin. They use every part they can. Anyway, as you are all munching your delicious Halloween candy, I hope you will take the time to think about exactly where your wrapper is going. Garbage can? Street? Under the couch? Then where-to a landfill? Do you even have any idea what is going to happen to it?

Diversity

For Honor's English, I had to enter a writing contest for first term. The topic of the contest was Diversity Means. . . And I wrote a poem talking about how racism and ignorance about a certain race isn't always from other people. Sometimes people even go as far as to 'bash' themselves. Like an example I hear just the other day: "...I should probably do something more Asian." Since when do people do things because they're Asian? You shouldn't let your nationality define you. I'm about and eighth Native American, Cherokee to be exact, yet I don't wear moccasins and have my hair in a long braid with feathers. It's alright if your tastes correspond with the usual tastes of your nationality, just don't say you like those things to make you appear more 'Asian'. (Or whatever nationality it my be) It also bugs me that we have certain stereptypes. We think that every tall African-American who walks by is a star basketball player. We also think that all Hispanics are poor and that they all work as Landscapers or work at McDonald's. Even though it's not usually true, we still rely upon these stereotypes and often follow them ourselves. I'm a white girl, so I don't have much firsthand experience with racism, but I know a lot of people whose second language is English. I have friends from the Phillipines, Brazil, and Mexico. I have more friends of different nationalities who were born in America, and they seem to bash themselves more than my friends who immigrated. Racism is such a big problem, and has been for such a long time, yet all we are doing is promoting it. We treat people with different features badly, or sometimes better than people who are like us. I've been made fun of for my wide feet and shoulders, and teased because I'm an 'Indian' with blonde hair. It doesn't bother me enough to go crazy and rant about it, or even resort to violence, but it's still stupid. Don't people always say that individuality is a good thing? Then why do we make fun of people who are different than us? What does it matter if it's their skin color or their personality that's different? I think that people should stop cracking jokes about 'how Asian he is', start accepting that they are different, and move on. Also I believe that some people use their nationality to gain popularity. Why should you be higher than other people on the social ladder becuase you're Brazilian? or because you speak Spanish? It makes absolutely no sense.

Literary Dilemma

Ever since I started Jr. High, I've noticed that the books I read aren't the norm. I don't read Twilight, and I actually have read Harry Potter, but I started that series back when I was 8 or 9. I read creepy books, or books that have interesting pictures on the cover. You know how people say 'don't judge a book by it's cover'? Well I certainly do. If the writer isn't competant enough to find a cover that isn't absolutely atrocious, he probably isn't going to write well enough to entertain or enlighten me. Also, I go through books like no other. I usually have a different book every day, or, if I find a particularly challenging one, every week. In seventh grade my friends in homeroom would try and catch me reading a book  more than 1-2 days in a row. When I tell this to people, they usually say that I should read more challenging books, and spend more time analyzing their meaning. After hearing this one day in seventh grade, I sought out a book that could hold my attention and offer me a challenge. The book I found was none other than Les Miserables. It took me about a month, (on condition of all that french) but I read the entire thing and got 95% on the star reading test. I liked the book, but I really don't want to read giant books that I have no interest in continuing since they are all from the past and don't usually apply to today. So what do I read? I've tried reading practically anything I can get my hands on, from short, frilly romances to horror and sci-fi. I've found I like odd stories with twists in the ends, and stories in different perspectives. One example is one of my favorite books (I say that about practically every book) Hit List. It's told in the perspective of an assasin, and although I'm not saying that line of work is ideal or right, it was an amazing book that had me rooting for the bad guy the whole time. I love that author and have read countless books by him, but everyone of them leaves me stunned in the end. Lately, due to tons of homework and a job, I've been reading a lot less and find myself stuck on a book: Koko. I found it on a shelf in Mr. T's class and instantly fell in love with the book's cover. Now the picture on the front isn't really spectacular, you know with awesome graphics and all that modern stuff, but it's definetly not the norm. It's kind of a creepy face in vibrant colors, with 'Koko' scrawled in odd, gooey green. I mean, 'Koko'? Who in their right mind would name a book that supposed to be creepy and/or masculine 'Koko'? Anyway, I had to read it. The book is good, with an interesting writing style, but it's just a tad inaproppriate. I love reading it, it's interesting, and I want to know if they find the guy, yet I can't bring myself to read it. Why? maybe because all I've been reading lately is exciting, crazy books that don't let you put it down. Maybe I've become like the modern Micro-Wave users. Have you ever felt that way? "I need exciting things to happen, and I need them now!". You don't want to wait for a good ending, you just want it to happen right then. I hate people like that, yet I'm slowly turning into one. Maybe I need to force myself to read a long monotone book, that is supposedly a classic. Maybe I just need to calm my jets and let things happen as they happen, in natural order. Hopefully I won't conform to the Micro-Wave society, and hopefully books that aren't the 'norm' will continue to entertain me.

2NE1-Hate You

Recently on youTube I've fallen in love with a band. That band is 2NE1, and it's a South Korean band, so it's mostly in Korean, but there's a bit of English in there too. My favorite song so far is Hate You, but that's probably becuase it's the only one I can really sing along to. Below is the video and the rough translation of the song I found online.

[cl] you really suck
i have no reason to see you
this world is filled with guys like you
you s-s-suck
your flaws are countless
to just put up with it and love you
is a waste of time

CHORUS:
hate you eh eh eh eh eh
i'm fine living without you
hate you eh eh eh eh eh
i'm fine living without you

[minji] my memories with you
consist only of memories waiting for you
no matter how much i put up with it, and put up with it, it wouldn't end
i-i wanted to hear those words, "i love you"
your unconcerned love
i grew tired of it

[bom] it feels terrible i threw all my pride away
i'm sad, is this all i'm worth?
i'm worried, now, of the four-letter word, love
i'm scared, you're hilarious

[cl] you really suck
i have no reason to see you
this world is filled with guys like you
you s-s-suck
your flaws are countless
to just put up with it and love you
is a waste of time

CHORUS

[dara] h-h-half the words coming out from your mouth are lies
no matter how many times you deceive me and deceive me, it wouldn't end
someday you, too
will meet a girl like you
once you feel the pain, you'll know how i feel

[bom] it feels terrible, there was never such thing as a hero
with a happy ending, was i too naive like a fool?
it turned out for the better since now i figured you out
i'm going to leave, you really suck

[cl] you really suck
i have no reason to see you
this world is filled with guys like you
you s-s-suck
your flaws are countless
to just put up with it and love you
is a waste of time

CHORUS

[minji] i feel relieved,
[cl] i feel so much better
[minji] down to the bone i've erased every last memory of you
[bom] i feel relieved
[dara] i feel so much better
[bom] down to the bone i've erased every last memory of you

[cl] you really suck
i have no reason to see you
this world is filled with guys like you
you s-s-suck
your flaws are countless
to just put up with it and love you
is a waste of time
 

I know It's an angry song, but this is the kind of thing I like to listen to when I'm mad at the world, especially if I'm partially mad at myself.

A Sea of Confusion

       I've been reading lots of blogs lately, but my problem is that I click comment, type in a really long-winded comment on how amazing their writing is, or how I think guns are a really intersting topic, and thats when it all falls apart. I click "submit" and it says to select a profile; that's not complicated in itself, but I click "google account" and it says something like: ERROR Cookie value is null for FormRestoration. What in the world does that mean?!?  I'm really confused and I really want to comment, especially to answer you Andrew, but I can't. Does anyone have any idea how I can fix this? I'd love to know.
      Anyway, I'm kind of freaking out right now. The Banzai-Convention is so close, yet I don't have a cosplay costume to wear! I have a hundred dollar budget, but I need something cute and fast. I tried a sight called Milanoo, but apparently my friend says its a scam. I might just go to the halloween store down the street, but I doubt they have any anime related costumes. I'm sure I'll figure something out, I just hope it's in time.
       Enough of my confusing life. I'm going to blog a random story that I will make up on the spot. I'm going to put a picture of a random scene and write a short story about it that will hopefully be enough words to give me full credit.


I'm not sure why, but this forest I have wandered into seems to perfect to be real. Ah! I know now. It's the smell of rushing water, the cool foliage that seems to be everywhere. It's so exotic I know I am far from home, yet I wish I could make this my home instead. The gentle rush of the bamboo reeds and birds chirping in the air. I see a rush of black and gray, and wonder what animal would have such colors in this asian rainforest. I walk in the direction it went, and see it's slender body perched in a tree. Oh! It's gorgeous. I remember a lesson I had long ago about the Palm Civet, and realise this must be it. The only reason I remember it is that it eats the soft outer flesh of coffee cherries and the seed passes right through it's degestive track. They actually sell these coffee beans for a lot of money, which I find disgusting. It makes an odd sound as it notices me, and quickly dashes away. I try to follow it, but end up more lost than I was in the begginning. I find myself in a larger grove of bamboo, and a bit of orange in the distance. A tiger! I'm so scared my legs begin to freeze up, something that happens only in dreams. The sudden sound of rustling makes me shake off my feer and begin to run. Faster and faster I sprint, my lungs already pounding. I breathe slowly and evenly, yet I don't seem to be getting any oxygen and I'm slowly grinding to a halt. I want to run more, away from what I'm sure is a Bengal tiger, but I just can't. With a finality I find scary, I trip over a large rock I'm sure I would have avoided if I'd been thinking and watching. My leg is bleeding, bleeding, getting blood everywhere. I know from every TV show i've ever seen to staunch the blood, but it keeps coming. My vision goes fuzzy, and I remember the tiger. Somehow I know I won't make it, that I will never see my family, my friends or even my boss again. I shut my eyes, before I catch another glimpse of my own blood, and fade away.

Frightmares!

                 Over the summer I've been working at Lagoon. Then I found out that if I wanted to, I could keep working and get payed more if I switched over to the Frightmares! department. And yes, it really is Frightmares!, not Frightmares. So I switched over, and now I'm working up to eight hours, 3 days a week in a haunted house called Deception.
               When they schedule you to work there, they tell you which character you will be working. So far my schedule says that every day I am a Freddy Krueger Victim, but I've gone from Freddy Victim, to Freddy himself, to Old Lady.
               Friday was the only day my schedule got it right. In the room I was working in, there's a giant table saw that has a fake torso that goes over you as you lay on (actually, kind of in) the table, and you push a button by your left hand to start the saw. Of course the blade is rubber, but it's still freaky to watch it come down on you. I loved playing the victim, simply because it's such an easy role. All you have to do is die over and over again, scream, and sing Freddy's scary song. Actually being Freddy Krueger is much harder, as I found out on Saturday.
               Usually in the Freddy room there is two Freddies, but I was the only one, plus I'm female. As multiple guests said, Freddy is not a girl. It was a harder role because I actually have to move around and be creative, as apposed to just screaming. What I found worked the best was jumping out at people and pretending you are about to claw them, while actually hitting a large tube. Effective, but painful. At the end of the night my hand was all bruised up, my legs felt like jelly from standing for eight hours, and my eyes were tearing up from the fog machine. That was my worst day working Frightmares!
               The last day, Sunday, was much better. I was in the Insidious room, and it's set up to look like a family/front room with a TV, a soft couch, and of course creepy paintings all over the wall. The best part was that two of the costumes for that room were a grandfather clock and a red chair. When the people got in them, they looked really realistic, especially in the dusky room I was in. As for me and my sister, we were old ladies. We would sit on the couch (did I mention its a very comfy couch?) and try to look creepy. Our room didn't scare anybody. occasionally people would recognise it, but most people just thought it was dumb.
                All in all it was a fun weekend and I look forward to going back. My favorite part of working in Frightmares! is dressing up. I love to dress up normally, and actually having awesome costumes and makeup just makes my day. Also I love the people. Two of my friends, Aimee and Danny, joined Frightmares! and I see them a lot, but I also made a lot of friends like Kolten and Taylor.

Awesome Quotes

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. –Edgar A. Poe.

Art is anything you can get away with. –Marshal McLuhan

Me only have one ambition, y'know. I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together - black, white, Chinese, everyone - that's all. –Bob Marley

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives. – C. S. Lewis

I have a love interest in every one of my films: a gun. –Arnold Schwarzenegger

Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned. They're only powerful when you got your back turned. –Eminem

 An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind. –Mohandas Ghandi

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. –Emily Dickinson 

Me!

           Hey, It's me again! I just realized that you people probably know nothing about me. Well I'm going to fix that, don't you worry! The following are lists of things that I love and hate.       
         
           HATES- people who are cruel to animals, and then think it's funny. When people borrow my stuff and give it back in less than PRISTINE condition. :P Waking up in the dark. (it needs to be morning! my brain just gets all confused) Long car rides where I get extremely sick. Annoying computer programs that don't give good directions. (ex. "open the recently viewed file" what the heck is that? more importantly, where is that?!) Conflict. period. Anyone screaming at another person just ticks me off. Going to work and having to be around someone who stinks like garbage.*People being mean to others just because they are younger, or different.

           LOVES- weird music with lots of words in different languages :D. My dogs: Eowynn, Kaden, and Toki Doki. (yes they do have weird names, don't they?) Messing around on the computer. MLP: FIM. video games, like: Minecraft, Call of Duty, Escape Games (in general), and Half Life 2. Listening to my new iPod. Writing stories, mostly fictional. Being outside in the fresh air. I also love playing my cello. Not to brag, but I'm pretty amazing at it. :P Earning money that I can spend on whatever the heck I want.

That's pretty much all I can think of right now, but there's probably lots more. Anyway, I'm an awesome person who loves her life :D Hope you like my blog.

MLP: FIM How I Became Addicted.

              Now a lot of you are probably looking at my profile picture and thinking, Oh! She probably has a little sister who likes my little ponies. That's not true. I don't have a little sister, but I do have two little brothers who happened to get me into MLP. As you have probably already guessed, MLP: FIM stands for My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. It's the new season of My Little Pony, animated by the same woman who did Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends and the Power Puff Girls. Let me just say, she is amazing. She turned something that used to be purely for little girls into a cute show that both little girls AND teenage boys enjoy. 

              There are countless sights that host Fanfictions and picture captions, all done by teenagers, on MLP. One of them on a sight I have known and loved for years is called My Little Brony. (Link below) 

  http://bronies.memebase.com/

            It's a memebase, which means that some pictures may appear more than once, and that some of them may be a little disturbing, so I don't recommend clicking on the link if you have high standards.
            I've also added the first episode of MLP to this blog, but be warned that it gets better with time. You might not like it on the first go, but it grows on you.

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