I Finally Have Six Followers!!! :)

So my cousin is now following my blog which makes me very happy.  It makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to achieve having 20 followers.  Well, one of my sisters is sort of following my blog...she just hasn't clicked the follow button.  Mostly because she doesn't have a blog or Google account to do so.

I'm tired out from so much Drama Club today.  It's exhausting to remember lines when the others don't know the rest of their lines. Notice I didn't say ALL of the others.  Muppet is rockin' her lines out!  And Al, he's just AMAZINGLY funny when he's doing the script called Social Stagnation.  A lot of the others are doing just as good as I am (I lose my train of thought sometimes). 

"Remember, it's not just a board game; it's a two-dimensional, recreational pastime!  (grins and gives a thumbs up)"

One of them JUST memorized her lines today.  It makes it really hard for me to do my lines when she won't let me say them and says a line that's two lines ahead of where it's supposed to be.  I have this one flaw in me when it comes to memorizing lines.  That's that when someone says a line out of context, my mind can't wrap around what's been said to the line that comes after that one line.  Besides that, I think I'm excellent with memorizing lines.

I've had Adele stuck in my head so long, I fear that if I don't listen to something soon, she's going to suck the brains out of my head!  LOL that sounded funny!

I can't wait for Saturday!  I get to go to my cousin's baby shower!

But before that is Friday, which I'll be able to be in this one dance scene for the Ruth film.  I get to see Muppet THREE times this week.

I want something interesting to blog about, but I can't think of anything!  Well, wait...On Monday I had a Confirmation meeting and NO ONE would talk to me.  I hate that feeling of being rejected....Being cast away...that no one will hear you....I want to be known.  I want people to talk to me.  My church needs to work on engaging people.  When I'm not in my homeschool group or at home with my family, there are only a couple of people who even care to welcome me with a smile or to say "hi" to.  Everybody at Youth Group has their own little clicks; their own friends.  They don't talk to me.  Even the ones that I've know since 6th grade don't say a word to me.

At Drama Club every other person smiles at you and jokes with you as you meet them.  We're even warm and friendly to the new people that nobody knows.  At Drama Club we include everybody.  At Youth Group, it leaves me feeling secluded.  When I think of Drama Club, I think of rainbows, butterflies, and Nyan Cat (LOL).  When I think of Youth Group, I think of newspapers, Bibles, and the color gray.

My heart feels gray
My mind wants to play
But lock just lock it up

Youth Group's as inviting
As vampires biting
And faces that won't say 'sup.

My heart feels like gold
I don't feel to old
for Drama club's fun

Drama's as inviting
as my first sighting
of the warm melting sun

I love it when I'm poetic like that.  Not that it's probably a good poem...But, you know!  I have to rhyme sometimes!

Now that Mozilla Firefox works again, I can blog normally

Yeah so an unfinished Windows Vista update occurred so Mozilla wouldn't open for me.  I had to use Internet Explorer and, I guess you can say that me and Internet Explorer don't get along well together, since on my Grandparent's computer it refuses to let Gmail work and on this computer, it is obstinate about letting me look at my blog or Facebook.  So, Mozilla is my friend since EVERYTHING works on it.  Plus, Mozilla instantly spell checks what I write.  This way my blog posts have less mistakes.

So, music...

That my friend is Jamie-Grace.  My dream is that she'll follow my blog.  She's so cool.  TobyMac is awesome too!  But I'm sure I've said that before.

I GET TO FILM TOMORROW!  Hooray!  I get to be in my first film!  I get to be one of the main characters in it.  So, I'm nervous about remembering my lines.  I've only done stage performances before, and I love the stage.   But I might like filming better since, if I mess up, I can be filmed again.  It's unpredictable about how this will turn out.  Oh cool!  I love that song!

So, YouTube is stupid and doesn't have Unpredictable.  I'll settle for this Francesca Battistelli song instead.

Mostly because technology drives me crazy.

Oh look!  My favorite Nyan Cat video!

Muppet showed me it on Thursday when I was waiting for my newly nail-polished nails to dry.  Now my nails look like ladybugs.

My brother had a gym competition on Friday and won fourth over all in the state on pummel.  It was cool.  Then I had a fit because I lost my pen in the great unknown and then got home and realized I had it all along.  I hate that.  So anyways.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW!!! AND FILMING!!!  I feel so lucky to be in a film for some reason.  Even though it's not that big of a deal.  Like, people filmed me doing the Murder Mystery play last year and it's not on DVD or something.  It wasn't that big...so will this.  But I think it's cool that I'm going to be in an actual movie type thing.  With Muppet.  And this amazing girl who posts amazing things on Facebook.

Like: "A real girl isn't perfect.  But a perfect girl isn't real."

That one is one of my favorites.  Well, I have to go, I can't possibly blog ALL day.

Trying New Things

Like posting videos!!!!!  Check it out!

See!?  I can post videos normally now!  All thanks to Muppet. 

That's enough for one day!

Cats, Music and Musical Cats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=QH2-TGUlwu4

If you like cats and you like annoyingly cute music, you must listen to Nyan Cat.

If that's not your cup of tea, and you feel like Disney instead, go here for an awesome Cheshire Cat song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ofbAmr4ydUE

And if you need something uplifting and you don't feel like cats at all, go here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ofbAmr4ydUE

Hopefully these links will work.

Nothing is going on today...just school.  Basically the only new thing that has happened is that I went on a retreat at our church.  I made a surprise for Muppet but I can't say what it is because she'll probably read this and then have the surprise spoiled.

I could talk about our cat Sam and how he drives me bananas and pineapples.  He has left two presents for me this week...and if you know someone with cats or own one yourself you know that cat presents aren't ever good.  Like when I found that Sam knocked down my butterfly collection and when I walked into my room and there was an unpleasantly large dead lizard on my bedroom floor.  But at least he does something to get rid of the lizards that stray into our house.  Sunny (the black and white cat) sort of helps, but she's too scared of everything to actually attack a living creature.  Cosmo (the Tabby) is too lazy to do anything but eat, sleep and complain about how hungry she is.

I also drew a lovely picture of a heart that has something random I came up with written in it.  It's very nice and it has a good message.  See:

click the image to make it larger and therefore more readable.

Oh yeah, I want to remind you that its OKAY to comment on my posts.  If you have anything to say, say it!  I'm always open to hearing your comments.

I realized that I never put the first chapter of my latest story in my posts.  I am sorry about that.  I've been very busy and forgetful lately.  So here you are:

There was once a girl that nobody knew anything about.  She just seemed to have randomly appeared.  She came to a small town in Tennessee and settled down.  Nobody knew where she came from.  She started working for a guy named Jim.  He owned a small pet store but was getting to old to sweep the floor and the girl had appeared just one day after the “Now Hiring” sign went up.  Jim was the only person that the girl ever talked to.

                There was, also, once a boy that everybody knew basically everything about.  His name was Jack Sunshine.  He had always traveled the world and had been famous ever since he wrote his first song at age twelve.  He lived with his parents in a small cottage in the country during the summer.

                He also owned three domestic cats and a dog.

                “Oh, honey!” his mom called.

                “Yes?” he yelled back from his room.

                “Could you run to the pet store and pick up a bag of cat food?”

                “Now?” He looked up from his music sheet for his new song, Molten Lava Heart.  It didn’t sound half as good without the rest of band playing with him.

                “Yes, ‘now’! Fargo is starving and I didn’t realize that we ran out of cat food until now.”

                “But, why can’t you do it?”

                “I’m busy!  I just had a major idea for the book I’m writing.”

                There was no arguing when Mrs. Sunshine had an idea for a book.  She was also famous.  But she was a famous author, not a song writer.  When she had a breakthrough for her book, there was no stopping her.  Once she had even walked out of a wedding just so she could write her new idea down on a napkin.  That was all rather a waste, since her husband Jerry used it for the coffee stain he got on his shirt driving home.

                Jack was not quite ready enough to drive a car.  He only had his driving permit, which was useless when his mother kept having a huge idea for her book.  He jumped onto his bike and sped off to the store dodging pedestrians along the way.

                Jack used to enjoy living in the country when he was younger because he always had peace and quiet here.  It wasn’t roaring with fans as much as living in New York City was.  Now he didn’t like it as much as he used to.  He missed the parties and the noise and his friends.  There was no one to talk to here.  It was too quiet for him.

                Everybody knew everybody in this town, which is why it was surprising when he walked into the pet store to find an unfamiliar face.

                He pushed open the door to the store, which tinkled merrily in the July heat.  The large neon OPEN sign blinked welcomingly from the large window.

                “Hello!” an old voice creaked from the check-out counter, “My best costumer! Welcome!”

                “Hey.” Jack said emotionlessly.  He walked subconsciously around the store to the pet food aisle.  He grabbed the cheapest bag of cat food and ambled over to the counter.  He was thinking about his last concert and his newest songs.  He was pondering what to do for his friend’s birthday that was coming up, and a movie someone wanted him to star in, and—

                “Who are you?” Jack said.  He then realized just how rude his outburst must have sounded.

                “I’ve been called many names…” she looked lost in thought.  She was wiping the windows of the store with Windex and a paper towel.  Her brown hair was matted and unusually dirty, “I’m sorry,” She said, “don’t listen to me.  Just talking to myself, heh heh.” She grimaced and went back to wiping her window.

                Jack shrugged, just a new girl.

                “That’ll be five ninety five.” Jim said in his jolly southern accent.  Jack pulled out the six dollars that his mom gave him and cupped his hand to receive the change.  He shoved the coins into his pocket and walked out of the store.  He was thinking so much about his career and his friends that he forgot to take the bag of food with him.

…

…

                Later on that evening, Jack tried to compose a new song, when his sister started knocking violently on his door.

                “Rebecca, I don’t want to play with you right now.” He popped a couple of ear buds into his ears and turned up the music loud enough so he couldn’t hear his sister yelling at him, “Your eyes shine like the sun.  You must be the one, you must be the one” he sang along to his song.

                “Jack! There’s someone at the door!” Rebecca screamed.  He heard her this time.

                Tearing his ear buds out he opened up the door only wide enough to stick his head out. “Why don’t you open it then?”

                “Because the weirdo wants you, not me.” She said hoarsely.

                “What weirdo?” he mumbled closing the bedroom door behind him.  He hurried down the stairs and swung the door open, “Whadda ya want?” he said rudely.

                “Oh!  Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you!  But, honestly, when are you going to learn to be less rude?” it was the girl from the pet store.  Her hair was straightened out now but was still dirty looking.

                “When you learn to be less random.” He sighed and shook his head, “Did you need something?”

                “No, it was rather that you needed something.  You forgot your cat food.”

                “Oh.” He said, embarrassed, “Thanks, I guess…”

                “No prob. ‘Night!” she said turning around to leave.

                “Wait!” He shouted as it occurred to him, “You never told me your name!”

                Her reply was mumbled so he couldn’t hear.  He watched her until she turned the corner.  The sky was pastel.  The sun was setting causing a shadow to fall over the house.  A car’s lights flashed by him and parked in the driveway across the street.  Jack sighed.

There you go.  Well there's things to do, so toodle-loo caribou, as they say in Alaska! LOL