"Why couldn't it have been follow the trail of butterflies?"

Well, it's time to show off my butterfly nails.  I'm not going to do a tutorial thing for these ones because just watching Muppet paint my nails confused me.  Also because I'm sure there are better tutorials on Pintrest.

In the picture you can see that I scratched my pointer finger.  That was from me opening a can of cream soda but the tab scratched me.  But my finger is all better now.  I mean it would've had to have been considering it's been months since then.

That was also the day we made chicken fajita pizza...or at least tried to.  Because the dough turned into slime and the salsa jar wouldn't open for either of us lol!

If you're feeling ambidextrous, you can try these nails out for yourself using my picture examples above, but I highly suggest a more professional tutorial for this one. :)  Happy painting!

Random Posting

This morning I was busy writing meaningful junk on Word.  I've been writing this thing that was basically a whole bunch of tidbits of something that could be a story but all the tidbits are are me writing down my greatest ideas.  I was tired of writing a story in a specific order so I started doing my whole tidbit thing and it's a lot more fun.  Not to mention I have over 10 pages of blabbering.  But really all this story is about is these teenagers wind up in this fairytale world which an evil fairy is taking over.  One of the teenagers (named Jackie) was originally a princess of this fairytale world (there her name is Princess Butterfly) but when the evil fairy tried to take over the land and kidnap Butterfly, three other fairies protected her by sending her into the human world where she is found and adopted by a couple.  She grows up with them and because she was so young when the whole evil fairy thing happened she doesn't realize that her memories are more than just dreams she had.  Jackie doesn't even know she's adopted yet, only that some creepy person keeps following her around.  That person turns out to be the evil fairy who sends Jackie to the fairytale land.

Somehow (I'm still trying to figure somethings out with this) the other people at her school get transported to fairytale land as well.

Some of the people at her school include:

Julia-her sometimes loopy friend.

Frances--the shy nerd.  One of the kindest most understanding people in the school and can also for some reason read minds.

Electra--the misunderstood bully who mostly picks on Frances out of jealousy.

Harmony and Zoe--Electra's companions. The three act as a family when their families do not.

Franky--Frances' twin brother who is even smarter than Frances and so is a grade ahead of her.


Well, I'm working on making it better so I'll blog again when things start taking shape.  Plus school is starting for me tomorrow and I have a lot of it.

Today was....AWESOME!!!!

If not a little tiring.  But after relaxing for a little while, I feel more energized.  But why would I be tired in the first place?  The answer is quite simple: I had Drama Camp today.  At a different place.  I was hoping that maybe I would have less problems at this other place than the last one.  I was right...at least so far.  Muppet is doing it with me so I have someone to back me up if things head south.  But so far, everybody seems pretty nice.

To begin with, I had some paperwork to sign (or more like my mother did).  I put my lunch box on a table where others were sitting and I got a myself a name tag from another table.  Which is still in my pants pocket; folded up because it stopped being sticky.  And the director (I'll call her Ms. Mo here) knew my name by the end of the day.  Which is funny because I'm always the one with a name that no one can remember correctly.  But that's okay.  I've started to get used to other people calling me different names; especially the people who confuse me for one of my sisters.  But back on subject.

After I drew a butterfly on my name tag (that's like my symbol; it represents me in many ways) I went into the theater with Muppet and sat on stage while we waited for the others to arrive.  Oh, and there are like 50 or so people.  That's really not too many, or at least compared to the 70 kids at the last drama camp I've been to.  But small is good.  There's less names to memorize.

When enough people came we started to play Wax Museum (or statue or night watchmen or what ever you call it).  Basically, you have one person who walks around all of the other people and those other people are supposed to pose.  Those people change their poses without the "watchmen" seeing you move.  If you get caught moving, you're out.

We (sometime before or after that; I forgot) sat in a circle on stage (which of course isn't very easy with that many people, we looked much more hmm...bean shaped?) and Ms. M told us what was happening that day (and that week for that matter) and the dos and don'ts, that sort of thing.

After that, hmm...  I can't think of events in order and I think I may have forgotten some things, but you can't get mad at me because I'm tired and then I would get angry with you and that wouldn't be good.

We learned some of the songs, but I've kind of forgotten some of the tunes.  I hope I'll be able to sing for auditions tomorrow.  I wonder if I'll get the part of Snow White because I can sing soprano, I have the palest skin (of the oldest kid's group for sure and I have no doubt most of the younger kids too), and I have pretty dark hair.  Not that I want that part...But also not that I don't want that part.  But that's one of those parts everyone wants and (no doubt) some little eight year old would fit the part better than a teenager like me.  Plus I'm certain Snow White doesn't have wickedly curly hair.  I was thinking I should go along with a role that's closer too all the other roles I've played: someone old, crazy, and hilarious.  Although, most of my roles haven't been old ladies.  Only one.  But really, I think crazy characters have always suited my personality better.  I just don't want to be in the chorus.  If someone next to me is singing off key, I can't sing on tune either.

But auditions are tomorrow.  Long story short: I sang, played games, learned about auditions, realized that I had a dance performance in this same place when I was seven, and met new people.  Speaking of auditions, I have something to read about auditions, so until tomorrow!

Here comes the Sun!

Ha ha!  That reminds me of this one sign I saw once!  It was sign for a church of some sort and it said:

"Weather forecast: God reigns, the Son shines"

So adorable.

So I saw Les Miserables last night.  We got the DVD from Netflix and watched half of it Thursday and the other half tonight.  It was spectacular!  Three words, Best Musical Ever!  The characters, cast, music... It was just awesome to watch it.

Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip

Yeah, so I'm bored.  But I shouldn't feel bored.

I'm trying to finish reading The Help and label my blog posts.  I'm sure you've noticed that.  If you haven't, it's not that important of information.

I've also been writing, but you knew that.  Oh!  Today is May the fourth be with you!  We were planning on watching the third Star Wars movie...but our plans changed.  Yes, I still have not seen the third Star Wars movie.  I was too young to watch it the last time we tried to watch it together.  I think I could have handled it but I was just tired of my mom covering my eyes for half of it.  I want to watch the Dick Van Dyke Show.  Or Fractured Fairy tales.  But those are the shows that nobody else in my family likes except for my mother and me.

I feel like posting something funny I wrote.  It's from the story Diamond Gems that I was writing:

“Hey there, grizzly bear!” said the voice of a boy.  Both girls jumped, not expecting his intrusion.

“Harvey!  Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Diamond said, her face turning red.

“Jeez, sorry!” he said, “I just came to say hello to my favorite gem.” He puckered his lips for a quick kiss.  Diamond pushed his face away from hers.

“I don’t think so mister!  You know the rules at Youth Group.  No purpling.”

“Goodness.  Do you have to follow all of the rules?  Why not color outside the lines?”

“Maybe if the crayon was only pink; but my crayon isn’t going anywhere near your crayon and we both know that.”

“Okay, alright! I get it!  You don’t have to be so graphic about it!”

LOL.  Isn't it funny?  Okay, it probably isn't that funny...But I thought it was hilarious.

So I get to see Muppet tomorrow.  We're going to have a sleepover party thing and then in the morning I'm going to her church.  I guess she wanted to get back at me for when I brought her to my church.  But I probably posted that before.

But she's going to paint my nails like butterflies and cupcakes.  So I'll have to bring my camera to take pictures of them.  I don't think I've posted any pictures of my nails.  You probably are curious about how some of my nails turned out.  I can't show you all of them now because some photos are still on my camera but I can show you some of them. 

Let's see...

 Black and white stripes

Rainbow

 Black.  Notice that my toes are the same color and pattern.

Red and black french manicure thing

Red and black french manicure with white stripes

Awesome blue toes.  I think it's actually two different blues on top of each other

 Rainbow nails with black french manicure and rainbow toes with various intersecting stripes.  I ruined my right big toe's nail polish in this picture.  All of it was done by my friend Muppet's steady hand.  I had cute little presents for nails and a holly berry for Christmas on my nails.  I kept ruining my nails that night because we were watching the Nutcracker Prince that night and I kept falling asleep during that movie.

I'm going to Bodyflow with my family tonight.  YES!  My sister from college is HOME.  After that, I'm going to go spend some time at adoration.  Because you can't adore God enough, you know!  It's nice.  It's quiet and you can reflect on the past, your day, your family, your friends, you enemies.  It's kind of like meditating except the Lord is right there on the alter listening to your prayers.  Not that he isn't there any other time.  Because God is always listening.  I love Jeremiah 29:11-13.  Look it up for yourself.  Such inspiring words.

Have a Sunny day!

Blogging on Blogs About Blogging

So I needed to thank my friend R for giving me the link to her blog.  Or rather, giving it to my mom so that she could give it to me.  I would have gotten it myself, but that would be breaking my fast from Facebook.  Plus I don't have her email.  Wait, that's a lie, I probably do have it.  Somewhere.  In the huge file named Drama Club, Drama Crew on my gmail account.  I was going to thank R by posting on her blog, but I don't know how to make Blogger work with Tumblr.  Which is why I'm not technically following her blog.  My sister whose at college would know how to do it.

Oh darn!  My sister at college isn't at college anymore!  She's not even in the same state as me anymore.  She went up north for some diplomacy class in Washington DC.  I am so jealous.  Or not.  Because it's school.  And she has to wear fancy suits and make up.  I don't like make up.  Nor is my etiquette good.  Or my grammar.  Or my spelling.  I would flunk.  Basically, I just want to go to DC and see all the fancy shmancy museums up there.  I'm certain you have to wear a suit just to enter those museums.

So, I have breaking news that should have been in a couple earlier blog posts.  That's that I told my mom that I have a crush.  I thought she would be angry or something.  But apparently my mother was happy.  So now I'm blogging about it because it probably won't matter anymore that I like a guy since he's going off to college soonishly.  Oh well, that means he'll get smart and stuff.  And probably forget about me.  That's life for you, don't expect anything or else you'll be disappointed.  Then you have the saying that one of the BodyFlow instructors said once.  It was probably just because the next track was abs, but I thought it was a great saying in all areas of life:

"If it were easy, you would be disappointed."

I wish he had a Facebook or that I knew his email or phone number or SOMETHING.  But I don't.  I could pray about it.  But I already have.  I asked my mom about it.  She suggested sending him a card.  That's nice.  Only I don't know what his address is.  Even if I lose him, there is one thing I must remember:

There we go.  That was close! Blogger started pitching a fit when I asked it, politely, to put that picture up.  So yeah.  Basically that's it.  And R posted on Facebook once:

"When you're drowning, remember that your lifeguard walks on water."  Best quote ever.  She is so inspirational.  She is the best person I ever friended on Facebook.  I would say Muppet is the best, but obviously if I didn't have Facebook we wouldn't miss out on any of our deep heart to heart conversations since most of them occur over email.  Plus I'm fasting.  When I went on yesterday, I spent five minutes on Muppet's wall and twenty minutes on R's wall.  She has so much to say.  And all of what she says is so good and so filled with God.  She's just amazing.

And Muppet is too.  Don't get me wrong.  I wouldn't have half the conversations with her that I do if she weren't.  But really, if I quote anybody on my blog, it's probably going to be R.

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!

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