March 30th and 31st Accomplishments

I'm really bad at getting on this to write when I'm on break.
For the 30th I helped clean the whole house.
For the 31st I have written all my thank you cards for my b-day party and don't feel sick anymore.
I don't feel like I've really accomplished things yet. But I have an entire week so I'm thinking that'll be crunch time. Perhaps if I shared some goals I could see how my progress is going.

GOALS

• Complete two review packets for AP Euro
• Finish the big book assignment for AP Euro
• Make a CW project (letters maybe?)
• Take down my last CW project in the garage
• Finish writing a chapter in Gideon
• Finish writing Charlotte's short story
• Find my knitting book and folder with my short story in it

That's a lot. But I have a week... Maybe it's not enough...  Well, if it's not enough then I'll just do more AP Euro packets and more CW.

March 29th Accomplishments

So I forgot to post yesterday night about what I accomplished. Which is okay, I'll just post today.
I cleaned my room.
That's about it. But hey, I was sick most of the day. So you can't really blame me for not getting much done!

Anyway, today I'm preparing for my birthday party!! Yay! It's going to be super fun! I'll tell you all about it tomorrow or perhaps the next day, whenever I get on next.

So today I drank tea...

This post is not my accomplishment post. I'll post that later. Hopefully at the same time each evening around 8pm.
This post is about tea, which I don't really understand. I tried some today and it was gross so I'm going to try a different kind in a few minutes once it's steeped. I just don't get tea. I mean, my cousin just loves the stuff and never shuts up about how good it is for you and how amazing the benefits of drinking tea are. I'm just not sure about why people do that. You've got your casual drinkers which are the people who drink tea from time to time just because they can. Then the mild tea drinkers who like drinking it a couple times a week. Then you have my cousin, the avid tea drinker. She drinks at LEAST one glass a day! Usually more than that. I never could get into it. I've always been on the lowest part of the spectrum where I have just hated tea for my whole life.
But now, with all the flavors and new ways to drink it, I'm not sure even I can stay away from liking at least one kind of tea...
Well, my tea is steeped! Let's try it...
BLECH!! Ah!! Gross!!
So much for tea... it all tastes the same... gross... it reminds me of bark.
Anyway, I must leave you now because I still need to accomplish things today!

Accomplishment Journal

Tomorrow begins my spring break! Yay!
In an effort to not waste my precious vacation time, I am going to post daily what I have accomplished for the day! This way I can't waste all my time watching TV and playing on the computer without feeling badly about it!
In the meantime, I feel sick today. I even went home early... Which I never do. So, farewell for now.

Cotton

Today, my head is full of cotton. My throat is sore and my eyes are tired.
So this will be short. Because I don't feel like writing much. But I felt obligated to write on this blog. Mostly because I started it and should at least use it in case anyone starts following it. But I don't know if anyone will since I guess no one really cares if my head is full of cotton or not.
Regardless, I still came to school and did a timed writing in AP lit. Why? Because I had to. Because it needed to be done. And because now it's over and I can lay my head down until fourth block when I have to work again for AP European History. And anyway, I still came up with a new revelation for my timed writing.
But let me start at the first. The writing had to be on Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Hurston. You had to use a symbol. I chose the symbol of the pear tree, which I thought would be easy and straightforward. It wasn't all that. But while I was writing I realized that the pear tree is a really amazing symbol for the way Janie searches for love. She doesn't do it right. A pear tree sits in one place and waits for a bee to come to it. It doesn't actively seek the bees. In the same way, Janie just sits around and waits for love to come to her. She doesn't look for it, she just waits. She wants so much but never gets it because she doesn't work for it.
Anyway... my head is pounding now so maybe I'll write more about it tomorrow. I foresee an entire post about that book because I really enjoyed it. Perhaps I'll post my essay when I type it up... But maybe no one's interested in reading that.
And this was way longer than I had wanted it to be...

It's a little sad...

I have no followers!!
*Tear slides slowly down my face and plops onto the keyboard*
How can this be? Perhaps I'm just not interesting, or maybe it's my lack of consistency. *shrug* Whatever it is I hope I can conquer it soon.
In the mean time, since no one is reading this anyway, I guess I can post whatever I want. Which was kind of the point of creating this blog in the first place. Well, okay, maybe I had that dream of getting a million followers and making money off this thing. But that's unrealistic. More than likely I'll write this for a month then lose interest completely. Ah well, I'll just blame my short attention span on the previous generation. That makes everything better right?

Now for a story!!!
There once was a girl from England
Who loved to make soup and
bread of hostess brand.

She had a husband of twenty
who never made any  money
so she left him and ran off with the monkey.

The monkey made less than the man did
so she opted for a trip to Madrid
There the monkey she got rid

She traveled the world with laughter
made a trade which she mastered
and lived happily ever after!


Not the greatest but that was fun to write!!

WOW! Two posts in one day!

You're so privileged. I think this makes up for not posting for, like, a week... well, maybe.
Anyway, I'm writing this post because I'm bored right now. I have nothing to do at the moment...
So, how about we talk about whatever comes to my mind.
Fish
water
oceans
toxins
spreading
Hey! I was watching the movie Sahara and realized it's pretty good. It had plenty of action and a good storyline though the plot created a few loose ends. I enjoyed it immensely.  I found out that it was based on a book and am planning to read it as soon as it comes in at my library. Maybe I'll even review it and post my review on here!
So that's what came to my mind but I still have time to kill... oh shoot! I have a project to work on!
Gotta go!

So today is March 21st

And I feel like writing a short story!!
There once was a kind old man who lived on a great big hill. Once upon a time a young boy came up the great big hill so he could throw rocks at the kind old man. The kind old man asked the boy why he would want to throw rocks at him. The boy responded, "Because you're nothing but a terrible, ugly old man!"
"But we've never met before!" The kind old man said. "How can you know so much about me?"
The young boy stared at the ground. "I don't know... The other kids say that you are."
"So you don't even know me," said the kind old man. "But you want to hurt me. I think that you need to rethink how you make your decisions."
The young boy nodded vigorously. They shook hands and the boy ran down the great big hill back to his waiting friends. They all wanted to know what had happened. The boy said, "Oh, he's mean and ugly all right! And big as a mountain! He almost chomped me up with his big teeth and almost grabbed me with his long claws! He said that the next kid who bothers him, he's really going to roast 'em!"
The children's eyes grew wide with fear. "Let's get out of here!" They cried. And they ran away.
The young boy looked back up the great big hill and smiled. That should keep the kids away... at least for a little while.

So, that went in a different direction than I had planned. I wonder if the young boy was doing more harm than good..?

New to the blog scene...

This is my first blog... well, okay, I did start one once before but it only had one post and I got bored with it. Let's hope that doesn't happen here!
Today in my high school Creative Writing class, my teacher said we were going to work on our children's stories. But she didn't just have us sit in a quiet little classroom to do that. No, she gave us the world. Well, at least all the school's property.
I am writing this blog post from the classroom which is quite empty now. Everyone has rushed off to the library, the halls, the conference rooms, and the tables outside. More teachers should allow this kind of freedom for their students. A change of surrounding helps creativity flow. Fresh air gives new life to tired teens. Laying down is good for circulation. So many benefits.