WOAH NOW, INTENSE.

This is freaking post 100! Yay! And I've been on Blogger for almost one whole year! Insanity!!
So, in about one month, it will be my blogaversary :D
I need IDEAS, people. Something totally awesome to celebrate you, me, and my blogaversary! It can be anything, a contest, a 100-things-about-me, ANYTHING. If it is a contest, though, prizes I can give you are limited, unless anyone has suggestions or wants to volunteer to make something for the winner, like a button, header, etc.

Also, I feel horrible for never posting things on this lovely blog, soo I'm going to try to be on more often! For now, I'll say a post a week, maybe more? Sounds good to me, and totally easy (that's what I say now!).

Anyway, I can't believe I've made 100 posts! It seems like so much less. Rahh, I'm getting old! It's already been almost a whole year! Totes ridic. Thanks so much to all of my followers. I wouldn't have lasted 100 posts without you! And welcome to all the new followers, I think there might be a few... (:

I'm siked for my blogaversary, and I hope you are, too (: I'll probably do one more post, then off to do homework :P I started school this week! More about that to come.

For now,

I just needed to vent.

My silent tears sting the back of my throat. They cloud my vision, blurring reality, but not one makes the quiet journey to my cheek. Red-eyed, I stare at the mirror, not seeing it, contemplating what I've done, said, who I've hurt. In four hours, I have screwed up in so many ways, but I've learned so much. I have felt, really felt, close to someone; I have said things that I've been wanting to say for a long time. I have laughed through the pain, sorrow, and disappointing teen antics, and I have come out mostly in tact. And now the one person that I've hurt the most tonight is downstairs, making me a pizza that I don't deserve.

Maybe I'm being dramatic, but I'm thirteen years old and I don't understand anything. I don't know how to love, how to deal with things, or how to explain something without making someone feel stupid, or angry, or hurt, even if that person is me. People underestimate a young person's emotions so much and so often. Today, I said I was a child, jokingly, to get into a movie. I didn't realize how true it was, until now. And I know that things could be worse, that I could have gotten in a lot more trouble, but right now, in this moment, there is nothing worse than knowing that your father is so disappointed, or hurt, that he can't even punish me. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe he isn't disappointed, or hurt. But I am. With myself.

I knew I should have told him so much more, every detail, asking his permission, telling him where I was going, what was happening. It's not like I did anything bad, or wrong, or illegal- but I might as well have. I lost my parent's trust, and he just said, this is how we learn. He didn't lecture me, or punish me, or explain to me what I did. He didn't take away any privileges, or possessions, or plans. Maybe he saw the grief in my eyes, or heard the tears in my throat, or knew that I had learned my lesson. And right now I love him more than anyone in the world. And my sister is mad at him, when it should be vice versa.

And the second person I love the most right now- is Mark. He understood when I told him about my vacation woes, he took responsibility for this whole fiasco, he listened when I explained my sister's comlpexity, and agreed with everything I said, and actually made me feel, if possible, better. I felt like I had someone I could rely on, someone I could tell anything to, someone I could laugh with, or cry with, or scream with, and would take it all in and still love me for who I am. Sure, he has a million faults, but he has a million and one ways to make me smile. And guess how many of those are faults?


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Did any of that make sense?

hola frijoles pequenas.

Hello little beans.
Oprah's ending her talk show?!

*ehem...* im getting a really good start to my novel. i recently found these really great methods to developing novel plots. it has really helped me to understand my novel better and start my first bits.
it is basically a 3-step process:
1. Write a one sentence summary of your novel.
2. Expand the sentence into a paragraph.
3. Expand the paragraphy into an essay-type deal. Roughly five paragraphs works.

MY steps (discluding step 3 for obvious reasons [it would be too long;])
1. An abandoned elf is lost in the world of the Fey after living with humans all her life.
2. Plum Dalton lived with humans all her life. Suddenly, when she is fifteen years old, she is transported to the world of the Fey, discovering that she is truly an elf. After meeting her real family and learning about her past, she realizes that she is not ready for life with fairies, centaurs, and nymphs, and must get "home." With the help of her best friend, she finds the wanderer owning the powder needed to change realms. In the end, she lives in both worlds equally and gains a sense of true belonging.

it is a work-in-progress but its getting there.
novel help care of http://advancedfictionwriting.com/art/snowflake.php <-- check it out! in other news, today i witnessed a boy getting dragged BY THE HEAD into a dark hallway. it sounds horrible, but it was the funniest thing! neither kid was in pain; it was all fun. but all i saw was two hands holding this kid's head and dragging him on the floor, with his legs slowly sliding in and mild writhing with shouts of horror. Ha-ha. i know, im terrible. wow this post is long...

Power of the Pen

I'm in this after school writing class called power of the pen. what is a hobby that is underappreciated (ie. puppetry) that people dont usually write about? ps. NOT puppetry! (maggie!).
not: art, writing, dancing, singing... not common things