A Favorite Time

I think my favorite time of the year would have to be fall. It's so beautiful now, especially in Chicago land. I mean, you got your tree leaf colors, a wide variety of yellows, oranges, reds, browns, etc. It's like the outside world is a giant collage is waiting for you to see it.

Another thing is the weather. Chicago has TERRIBLE weather. The summer's too hot. The winter's too cold. The spring isn't quite warm enough for my taste. Fall is a little on the chilly side, but I like the briskness of it. The wild isn't unbearable yet.

Also, THANKSGIVING!!! Tons 'o' friends, FOOD.... Enough said.

Harder

All other things being equal, would you rather read a book that’s hard/challenging/rewarding or light/enjoyable/easy?


Umm, I think I'd honestly like to read a book that's more challenging in my free time. You gotta read a book that makes you think, you know? 


I mean, all books technically make you think, of course, but I like my books to force me to mull the theme over again and again. They gotta make me think outside of the box.


A book that is really omnipresent when I think of rewarding books is The Once and Future King by TH White. Seriously, the guy is hilarious. When Sir Grummore and King Pellinore are jousting their asses off and not getting a single blow in, that's just priceless, man.


But the book is more than comedy. It's a lot of other, darker, deeper things too. I haven't quite finished it, yet. (It's pretty darn long, see.) However, I can't wait to read the end!!!

That's the kind of novel I want the opportunity to be around and analyze my whole life. That is the definition of, in my opinion, literature. 

Knocktober

You know what I hate about trick or treaters?

I mean, I know it isn't Halloween anymore, and I'm only fourteen, but I wish the people coming to my door to take the candy that I could just as easily be eating myself would introduce themselves, their costumes, and why the heck they're wearing it.

Come on, is it so much to ask?!?

Hee hee, I sound like my Grandma :P

7x7x7x7 Poem

Fortunately This Wasn't Necessary - From Tangerine by Edward Bloor, Page 7

Fortunately this wasn't necessary.
The pull on the trigger, the crack of the barrel
The burst of the blood
They could be done without
So the strange bandana'd man was lucky
He got to see another sunrise
From the top of a green and windy hill

.....I have no idea what is going through my mind right now. 

Frost on the Pumpkin

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

It's turning cold-ish again!!!

Right now, I totally wish I lived in Miami.

But I soo wouldn't be a fan of their football team, ha ha :D

Okay, that was mean, C.C. 

Anger and Pain

Have you ever experienced bottling up your anger or pain? What happened when you couldn't contain your anger or pain anymore? 

Okay, I am the expert on anger. Seriously, I think I need to go to therapy, ha ha.

Whoa, whoa, slow down there. I was kidding. Don't hurriedly click off the page because you think I'm a maniac. In some ways I am, yes, but I can control my emotions.

Usually.

I've had my share of bottling up anger and pain, however. For example: there was this guy back in sixth grade who I was totally in love with. I know, sixth grade, I was young and dumb and foolhardy, but what the heck, right? Anyways, he was awesome.

He was nice, smart, athletic, and basically everything a girl could want for in one boy. Problem was, he liked my best friend. I wasn't really crushed, per say, because it didn't surprise me. My best friend, as nice as she was, and still is, was perfect. She was everything a boy could want for. So they got together.

Then he wasn't so nice anymore. My best friend started getting awkward around him. He started calling her mean names. Their relationship began to be extremely rocky. Blinded by my crush, I could never find anything wrong when the other girls in my class bagged on him.

Sooner or later, they broke up, and I thought, "This is my chance!!!" He started flirting with me, I started flirting with him, and we were literally best friends. He even gave me his number. Unfortunately, I never got to make a move, because everybody else in the class hated him. So he transferred to a different school over the summer.

I pretended to despise him. When the others ranted about his cockiness, bad language, or dirty mind I played along. But secretly I still missed the idiot. I saw him from time to time. I even saw him at church occasionally, but when he waved, I just glared back, convinced of my friends' opinion of him.

Soon, I guess we began to forget about each other. The thought of him didn't torment me when I lay awake at night anymore. I don't think I cared for awhile. But we had this giant multi-school formal get together last winter, and he asked me to dance.

That was the last time we've been casual with one another. The last time we were friends. His sister died not long after that dance, and when I went to say how sorry I was at the funeral, he looked at me with these cold, lifeless black eyes, so different from the blue ones I was used to. I didn't know what to say, so     I tapped on his shoulder and said in a dead voice, "...Are you okay?"

He stared at me, saying that he, in fact, was fine. I knew he wasn't though. When I tried texting him over the summer, he usually just ignored me, leaving me to wonder what it was, exactly, that I did to hurt him.

That's what gets me the most. Now when I see at school everyday, since we go to the same high school, he acts like he hates me. Now when I greet him in the hallway, he doesn't even turn around to say hi back.

He acts like I don't exist, and I don't know why, and it's killing me.

Whooooaaaaa..... Did I just totally depress you? Sorry 'bout that. 


This is actually a true story about me. Weird, right? This dude COMPLETELY confuses me. I'll figure it out in the end, though. No worries, people!!

Alienation

A short SHORT story I wrote.

Fabo was an alien. And that was that.

I'm SORRY!!! I'm having INTENSE writer's block right now... this is pathetic, yes, but I'll get up and running again in no time don't worry!!!