new favorite word

ergo

Use it in a Sentence today, it makes you feel quite smart, ergo , you can get rid of those fake glasses you decided to wear today.


THINGS I PONDER :

- why spiders are so scary? seriously a spider smaller than my pinky, which is seriously small, freaked me out. I squealed and threw my left shoe at it. missed, and through my right shoe at it, missed again and ran with a book in my hand squishing it on the wall....

oh side note, don't use windex on the walls, it takes off the paint.





.... I can't think of anymore ponderings, I am quite tired ergo I am going to bed.


number of words: Same as yesterday, I was too tired to try to muster any finger tip strength  

my fingers hurt

I think I type hard when I get excited about what I am typing. I pound when I should lightly punch. Now my tips of my fingers hurt, time to take a break from writing my story!

here is a little sneak-peak at what I have written so far :)

I don’t always know where life is taking me, sometimes I pray for it to veer one way over the other, and sometimes I throw my hands up in the air and yell ayo, take me that way yo, lead me where you go I will follow. Take my hand, take my whole life too … Okay so maybe I get these ideas from songs, but point is I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life, which is why, when my family moved me across state on account of business, which wasn’t really business but an international spy mission, that all changed.

            I am just your typical teenager on the brink of adulthood, but not the official adulthood, the hood where I’m an adult but not legal to do anything but buy cigarettes and porn, both which are big no -no's coming from my family. Not that I would want to buy cigarettes or porn, or even think about buying those items, It just seems that that’s the only options I have for “being a legal adult”.  Lucky me.  

SO yeah that's where I am taking this story, last night around 11 i completely changed the whole Idea and all the characters so lets see if I can stick with this one. 

word count: 1715

I am simply content

Eating my lunch in a buzzlightyear lunchbag. I've got two compartments. how many does your lunch bag have? mines also insulated. is yours?



with the wind blowing my hair, my car seat reclined, my feet draped over the passenger seat and the sun shining on my face. I am perfectly content eating my sandwich which was cut into squares. Katy Perry on the radio and a good book in my hand, I enjoy my lunch time. I usually have an hour and a half before my next class to eat and read my book, today I got two hours and a half due to my class being canceled.


yes I eat my lunch in my car, no that doesn't make me a loner. I like my time alone with my book and lunch bag. Honestly I just like to admire my lunch bag during this time. While people parked next to me usually give me strange looks for enjoying such a thing, I can't help but think... there loss, and they wish they had a cool lunchbag like I do. 








On another note, I am attempting to do Nanowrimo , however it has already started and I haven't figured out what exactly my book will be; comedy,dramatic ..... you know ... simple stuff really.  I did just learn about it a couple of days ago. This will be a daunting task if I am to finish so I'll keep a word count below to keep me motivated.  


oh yeah its 50,000 words in 30 days.....YIKES! 








Number or words so far : 10

no title for today

It scares me, it really does. I think about it all the time and wonder if I am making the right decision. Not everyone has the same thoughts as I do, nor do they share the same passion.  I think I will, then I change my mind. I think I won't, and I become discouraged. I pray for peace of mind and only hear silence.  My head is full of hair and brain, what good is that in the world? Today we struggle and today we fight , not knowing the outcome of life. Sometimes I think it's better to just be. But what do I know? I am just a teenager right now, four months to come and i'll be an adult, but what do I know? Do I follow the path or veer right or left? If I circle back I'll be right back where I started, where I am now. four months from now, an adult, still searching, still hoping, still praying, still waiting.


The day it becomes alright, that's when I will know. that's when I will know.

Falling up

Last week, in front of the entire cast and crew of Cabaret.... I fell up the stairs while walking out the theatre....

on opening night...

later a girl fell off the stage and broke her foot.

need I say I started it?

my bad..........

oh the embarrassment of falling up , making a floor breaking boom, then bolting up and being a speedy mc speedster outta there.


Later that weekend I spent a lovely two days in Scotts Valley and Santa Cruz at my sister from another mister/mothers cabin. I love it there. the trees , the quite, the rain. It was a perfect recouping wonderful two days.


Maintenance, curse you, disabling my pictures uploads for two hours while I am trying to write this. curses no picture this post.

I have decided that I love the show : Psych

so funny. make me ha ha.

another Things I ponder episode coming soon

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LAUREN OVER HERE!

Today that teacher called me Lauren. Fantastic.

You know I don't know what is worse , the fact that I see that teacher every other day and he still doesn't have my name committed to memory, or the fact that he thinks I am someone else almost every time he sees me.

I think tomorrow i'll wear a name tag.

Hello, my name is AMANDA, don't forget it.

CHARICE OVER HERE!

                        With my eyes closed shut and my mouth twisted in a pucker, I am writing this blog. Today, I have no idea what to write about but the fact of that is fact, or something. but anyways what I am trying to say is I have no idea what my blog is blogging about. Do I talk about philosophical things? No!I couldn't even spell it, why would I write about it. Do I write about the news? not. a. chance because all it's filled with is sadness, and who wants to hear about sadness, let alone read it. Mainly I write this blog about me, and my life. I feel a  little selfish doing so, but I have been thinking about it and it still seems selfish. Almost like why would anyone in their right mind read a blog about my misfortune, thoughts, random accidents, and what I enjoy?  

I guess I don't really care why you read it as long as you do, that makes me happy. I really don't know what brought this up, or why I am blogging about it, I just feel like there is more that I can do then tell silly stories. 

whatever it works. 

I had that painful "oh my gosh he is talking to me" experience today. You remember those times where you would walk down the hallway and see a friend , or someone you thought was cute and they waved to you...... or at least you thought they were waving to you, turns out it was the person behind you right? if not...screw you...yeah well today I am working in the Tech Lab putting lights on a platform when my teacher comes up and goes, " Charice" I look the opposite way looking for Charice to talk to my teacher...... nobody is there. not to my left, in front or behind. thinking to my self that that was weird, i look at my teacher, he goes "Charice" again I look the opposite for this mysterious Charice, it's only when my teacher goes, " Charice over here" that I realize he is talking to me. *forehead slap! major!*  duh. it was one of those " oh my gosh, me, he is talking to me!" but not in a mushy school girl crush way, no.... an omg my teacher forgot my name and is now calling me someone else, what do I do way?/ I just looked like the biggest idiot. 

well I told him my name and he just went , oh yeah. and walked away....

wonderful.  

I wish I could write something philosophical, but I guess I should learn how to spell it first. thanks a lot spellcheck.