Dear Younger Me:
Hey you, yes you. Eight year old me. I know you’re thinking about other worlds, places, magic, unicorns, and other things that don’t really fit into everyone else’s real life. That’s okay. You’re not weird, even if the other kids think you are. You’re going to learn to embrace that for who you are. Because you didn’t really fit in this world. You’re going to create new different worlds that those kids could never dream of. And you’ll fit in there. You can be as crazy as you want to be, and trust me, you will.
You had stories pulsing in your blood, even if you didn’t realize it. You were always making your friends act out in elaborate tales, sometimes against their will. You created a lot of half-finished ideas, but left them because you thought they were bad. Continue reading
I found a notebook while cleaning my room recently. (You find all sorts of things when you clean your room, don’t you?) I was curious, and flipped the notebook open. I started reading. Then I remembered I wrote a story on a long car trip in that notebook when I was in fourth grade or somewhere around that age. I got about a quarter a way through writing the story until I quit because it was basically a Magic Tree House book.
I still regard it as my first major foray into writing, however. (I don’t count the numerous fifteen sentence stories I wrote as a kindergartner.)
So, to see how far I’ve come, I decided to rewrite a portion of the story. Continue reading
Guys. It’s been one whole year. O.o This is a bit of a momentous occasion, and it calls for a post to celebrate. I also have a poll at the end of this post, so please take a sec to complete that! 😉 Continue reading
I saw this tag on loren’s blog, and decided to try it myself. The rules are as followed:
- write 30 character names on pieces of paper
- fold them up and put them in a bowl or whatever
- pick two slips of paper and decide between the two for each question
I tried to use well known characters, but there may be a few weird ones. Continue reading
So, I saw a post similar to this on his instrument’s rad blog with Disney gifs. So go check that out. I was inspired to do the same, only with Pixar gifs. (Because Pixar is amazing, and shouldn’t be left out.)
When a story idea comes to you
I know that I said that this summer I’d have a schedule. Currently that schedule seems to be a post every eight days. (Very practical. not.) In keeping with this sorta-not-really-schedule, you get a post today. Continue reading
So instead of having these weird update posts at random times, I’m going to do a monthly wrap up/update posts. Doesn’t that sound nice. So people will actually read these things, I’ll try to keep it interesting and give mini reviews of stuff, or interesting blog posts I’ve seen, music I’ve been listening to, etc. 🙂 Continue reading
They say the key to a teenage girl’s heart is through her music. (Actually, I don’t know if they say that or not, but I said it.)
Anyhoo. Since you guys have no idea who I am apart from a random girl on the internet, maybe this will help. (Note: I changed some of these because they were weird or I didn’t have answers for them.)
This is a challenge that’s been circulating the internet, not a tag. So If you want to do it, do it!
I like making sarcastic posts. This is one of them.
Recall, if you can, to all the posts around the last week of December/ first week in January. If you can’t remember, I’ll tell you. There was lots of “Goodbye, 2016, you were an awful year.” And “Hello 2017! I have resolutions and goals and you’re going to be an awesome year, not like 2016!” Do you remember now?
Yeah. I got a little sick of it too. After all, years are just a celebration of making it once around the sun. Like, YAY! We made it around again! I wasn’t too sure that we’d make it this time! And by the time 2018 rolls around (it’ll be here before you know it) everyone will hate 2017 and applaud 2018 just because.
So I got thinking. (Always a dangerous business.) Continue reading
I have a pressing question. What do Australians do? Do they start the school year in September, and then work through the summer (our winter) then get their summer break with snow? Do you start in April and stop in November? What happens? If you’re an Aussie, please comment and tell me because summer without swimming and flip flops sounds sad. (Of course, it could just be a plain answer, like you start in the same month as pretty much everyone else.) [Edit: An Aussie was kind enough to give an answer in the comment section. 🙂 ]
But if you’re reading this, that means that I finished school, which to me, is the definition of summer. Continue reading