Life is...

Life is like a box of chocolates-You never know what you're going to get. Sometimes it's sweet and sometimes it's bitter.

Life is like a carrot-Usually orange and crunchy, but ALWAYS pointy.

Life is like a Pick Your Adventure story book-It's up to you to make the choices.

Life is like a roller coaster-It has it's high and it's lows, and eventually it's going to end.

Life is like a cup of coffee-It's always worth getting up for.

Life is like LIFE. And that's all there is to it!

Obsession...

It's 10:10pm. I've been typing for most of the day. Say I have no life, call me lazy, pronounce me a hermit, I won't care. I'm having fun.

You may be out partying and socializing, but I bet your fingers are nowhere near as strong as mine. You are probably out site-seeing with some friends, but I don't care. I can make up my own worlds. You might be dealing with real life drama, but that's ok. I can make up my own.

This "blogging" idea was good the first time around, but for some reason it's even better the 2nd time. It's like my brain and my fingers are finally working as one. Yay!

In case you haven't noticed, I'm not very good at writing serious stuff. Even when I try to be serious, it still turns out somewhat goofy! Is it a curse or a talent? I like to think the latter. Maybe I'm just meant to make people shake their heads in wonder, roll their eyes in exasperation, and smile in amusement. Or maybe I'm just meant to write and write and write and I'm just supposed to sit at my computer for 4 hours and see what happens. That could be possible too.

Even as I'm typing, I'm still getting new ideas in my head of what to write. I think I'm going to wait until tomorrow though because I want to read something that's already wrote. It's called Memoirs of a Geisha. It's amazing so far, very interesting and sad. Maybe I'll post a blog about it....

So yeah. I think I'll end this blog with these 3 small words.
I. Am. Obsessed.

A Blog In Which I Complain

I have decided to write something about myself.

I'm 16 going on 17.
My birthday is almost at the very very very end of the year. It is always cold.
Never, in all of my 16-almost-17-years have I had a pool party on my birthday. I tend to think of this as a crime, an injustice, a horrible misfortune, cruelty at it's worst....you get the picture.

If I were to have a pool party on my birthday, everyone would freeze and most likely die. I'm not even being morbid. It's the dead truth. We would start out in my house, sitting around the heater, and then I would say something like, "Hey, let's go swimming!" Since the people I call my friends each have a good dose of common sense, they would most likely say something back like, "Um, no way José!" Well, since it's my house, my party, and my birthday, I would throw out something like, "Oh yeah? Well it's MY birthday! I'M the birthday girl, so you have to do what I say!" As we all know, your birthday is the only day of the year when you have complete control over life. And since I would probably say that, everyone would probably shrug, and then we'd all take our turns in the bathroom, then we'd walk outside and into the snow. As we would start to shiver, I would walk up onto the frozen pool deck and take a step onto the ice. "Wowie!" I would probably exclaim. "This is going to be SOME pool party!" I would then most likely take 2 steps before I fell flat on my buttocks and scrape up my elbows. Everyone would then start laughing where as I would be trying not to cry. Not because I'd be embarrassed, but because if I were to start bawling, my tears would probably freeze right to my face.

Now you see why having a pool party would be such a pain. If my birthday were celebrated on my half birthday, I'd be in good shape. June 30th is usually hot, muggy, and very sunny. December 30th is always cold, snowy, and very uninviting. I suppose I'll just settle for a heater party instead.

A Dream I Had Last Night

...for some reason, my mother & I decide to go for a cruise. We are just driving, not really going anywhere, when my mother suddenly takes a turn. We drive for a little ways more, when all of a sudden, we're surrounded by movie sets! There are cameras every 10 feet and props scattered about. There are tons of sets; some bedrooms, some kitchens, and some that are yet to be decided about. I am suddenly out of the car, walking around in a state of awe. I've always wanted to see a movie in the making, so I'm pretty stoked. I look at the props and sets a bit, and then decide to walk down this old dirt road. It's hard to tell if things are real or props here. It's very dusty, and clouds keep puffing up with every step. I cough a little bit, and continue walking. I'm fixing to walk up a small hill that appears in the road, when I see a limo coming to a stop at the top. I stop walking, squinting my eyes so that I may see through the dust. I see lots of people gathering around the limo, getting ready with their cameras, recorders, and microphones. A chauffeur gets out of the driver's seat and comes around to open the door for what must be a very important person. The dust is starting to settle by now, and I'm able to make out a human figure. It's nothing more then that at the time, nothing but a mere shadow in the dust cloud. I can hear the cameras starting to click and I can see flashes aimed towards the figure. I take a few steps more, desperately wanting to know who the famous figure is. I take no more than 4 steps when all of the sudden the dust is gone, leaving me to stare at Jackson Rathbone. Jackson looks as though he just came from an oasis, his skin cool and clean, his hair perfectly set, and his clothes perfectly pressed. He has on his clothes that he wore in Twilight, appearing as though he just came off the set of New Moon. He has a smirk on his face that only he can get away with with no one calling him arrogant. He waves to the paparazzi, and walks down the hill, coming straight towards me. I reach around to my side, where I find my camera fully charged and ready to go. I take it out and start taking as many pictures as the cursed paparazzi, snapping it at him, knowing that one crummy picture is better than no picture at all. I find it hard to get a good, clear picture because he keeps laughing at something. On my camera, his face is just a blur each time I take a shot. He finally gets to where I'm standing, and he doesn't say anything. He just smiles at me. I hold my camera, asking him without words if I can take a picture with him. He apparently understands, as he stands next to me and smiles at the camera. I take a picture, sure that this time it will be a good picture, it has to be. I'm so excited to be standing next to him that my hand keeps shaking, making all the pictures blurry. I grumble a little bit, then motion to him to follow me. Jackson does follow, all the way to the outside of a kitchen movie set. My mom is standing there, and she instantly grabs my camera away from me and starts taking pictures without me being ready. I beg her to wait a second, then stand next to Jackson. I seem to remember him being much taller than me not 15 minutes ago, but now he is the same height as me. I shrug it off, and smile at the camera. My mother continues to take more and more pictures, but with each shot, Jackson seems to be getting shorter and shorter! When he is finally a little below my shoulder, my mother frowns, seeing that there is a problem. She suddenly laughs and shakes her head, because she thinks she knows what the problem is. She takes us into the dark kitchen set, thinking the lighting is making Jackson look short. My mother is just making us sit on the counter, when Jackson's manager starts calling for him. Jackson, now back at his normal height, leaves without a word, still smiling and laughing at nothing in particular. As he and his shadow turn the corner, I wake up, realizing that it was all just a dream...

The Fat Cat

Once there was a cat,
Who was very very fat.
His eating schedule was easily understood,
Eat 24 hours of the day. And eat he would.
He did no exercises, for they made him tired.
So he sat on the couch, eating food before it expired.
The cat ate and ate, and ate some more.
He ate until he could no longer ignore.
He realized he could no longer see his feet,
And he realized that when he walked, the floor would creak.
He started to wonder how come he couldn't jump on the table.
Which he used to do, back when he was able.
His bulky size started to stick out to him like a sore thumb.
The cat then decided that the battle had begun!
For the next few months, he ate nothing put mice.
No pudding, no cake, no bread, and no rice.
No donuts, no candy, no cream made of ice.
No, he ate nothing but mice mice mice mice!
After awhile, the cat grew very thin.
He purred triumphantly-this battle he was to win!
He ran around the yard, ready to shed a few more pounds,
When he heard the most evil of evil sounds.
"Dingle dingle dingle!" went the ice cream truck,
The driver wasn't in it at that moment. Oh what luck!
The cat started towards it, but then stopped himself quick.
"How am I going to win if I go and make myself sick?!"
The cat turned around and began to walk back home.
"Oh my..what I'd give for an ice cream cone!"
"With chocolate and vanilla and candy on top!"
And with that, the cat ran towards the truck, not to be stopped.
The once skinny cat came out of that truck very slow.
For now, slow was the only speed he could go!
The cat waddled slowly off back to his house,
Wondering if he might be able to catch himself a mouse.
That night, the cat was laying on his bed,
When an interesting thought popped into his head.
"Maybe cats are meant to be lazy and fat!"
"Maybe I was just BORN to be like that!"
"If this is the case, then no more diet for me!"
"Bring on the pies and cakes! Oh, and maybe a cookie."

A Short Star Wars Story That I Wrote

Aba Fedd crouched down at the top of an old tree house in the middle of Kashyyyk. She was on a mission. A mission, unlike any she had had in the past. She was to take down one of the more feared Sith Lords, the dark Lord Riethan. Just a little bit longer... thought Aba. She had been hiding in this abandoned tree house for nearly 5 hours, waiting for the person closest to the Sith Lord to appear. Bounty hunters were trained to wait any amount of time. The credits were usually worth the wait, in the end. So Aba waited, sweat starting to bead on her forehead. Suddenly, there was movement in the woods. Aba stiffened, ready to pounce on her target. Her eyes narrowed, trying to make out who , or what, was coming. A man appeared out of the woods, looking over his shoulder as if he was being followed. Aba allowed herself a small grin. It was time to take action. As the man walked under the tree house, Aba jumped down, using great agility, as if she herself were a Jedi. The man had sensed her coming though, and already had his blood red lightsaber out by the time she was on the ground. "Well well well. Look who it is." said the man to Aba. "I was beginning to wonder when I'd see your face." Aba smiled with no humour. "It's always nice to know that one is expected, but let's get right to the nitty gritty, shall we?" Aba whipped her gun out, about to shoot, but Denjaloleb was too quick for her. He knocked the gun out of her hand, sending it flying into the woods behind him. "Did you really think you could kill me with a mere blaster?" Aba's eyes got large and a look of shock came over her face. Denjaloleb snarled. "What are you gawking at??" He turned around to where Aba was staring and there, right behind him was his master: Lord Riethan. Lord Riethan looked down at his apprentice, a cold look in his unhuman eyes. Denjaloleb got to his knees. "Lord Riethan, what are you doing...." "I've come to finish you off, apprentice." said Riethan, cutting his apprentice off. "It appears to me that you have taken much too long to kill the enemy." Denjaloleb looked up, fear on his face. "B-b-but Master, I've only jus...." "Enough." Lord Riethan ignited his light saber and drove it into Denjaloleb's back before the once upon a time apprentice could finish his last sentence. "Now," said Riethan calmly, looking at Aba. "It's time we got this over with." Aba did the only thing she could think of. She went straight up in the air with her jet pack. Suddenly, she heard a scream from below. Aba knew she couldn't fly very well, but the sight she saw made her proud of her poor flying skills. Lord Riethan, the dark Sith Lord, was quickly burning to death. Aba had took off at an unusual angle, making the jets hit Riethan's cloak, starting the burning process. As the fire climbed to Riethan's hair, the screaming worsened, and so did Riethan's threats. "CURSE YOU, ABA!! YOU SHALL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!!" As Riethan talked, he used a Force jump to jump up to Aba, where he grabbed her, and wouldn't let go. Aba tried to shake him off, but it was no use. She was quickly engulfed in flames too. As the fire got to Aba's back, she was, by that time, dead, as well as Lord Riethan. They sped back down to the ground, where their bones broke into a hundred pieces, and they lay next to the body of Denjaloleb.

The Bald Frog

Once upon a time, there was a bald frog. He was so bald, that if the sun hit his head JUST RIGHT, the shine that bounced off could blind a man. The frog became horribly depressed, because he liked to sunbathe, but could no longer do so without risking a life. A fairy heard the frog's depressed thoughts, and said to herself, "I shall give this frog the answer to his problems." The fairy took off for the frog's house, and when she got there, she scared the bajeebers out of the frog. He jumped as high as, well, as high as a frog. The fairy smiled, knowing how much he loved the sun, and gave him a box with a little bow on top. "Here, Frog, take this, and remember this kind act I have shown you." The fairy disappeared, and the frog opened the box. Inside, was the most lush wig he had ever seen. He put the wig on, and walked outdoors, waiting to see what would happen. People came up to the frog, asking if they could run their fingers through his new head of hair. The frog was finally at peace, and they all lived happily ever after. THE END