I'd have to say that my favorite type of cats is a mix breed. Other than that, I like maincoons and Abassians. If that's how to spell it; my spell check quit working again, ugh!
So I got a Nintendo DS game called Petz Cats Clan, and I have 3 beautiful kittens! Aspen's the male, and then I have Duchess (gray) and Crystal (light ten/brown/white).
Another completely random post... enjoy!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
100 places to go before I die
100 places to go before I die. Not exactly one hundred, but you get the idea.
I know that its kind of random, but I went to New York City over the summer and that got me thinking... 100 places to go before I die! Yes!
So sorry for the randomness (is that even a word? Who cares) and try to bear with the colors, I just figured out how to do that and I'm excited! Yay me!
- Las Vegas
- Denver, Colorado
- Alaska
- Hawaii
- Wyoming
- Italy
- Rome
- Spain
- the Caribbean Islands
- the Dominican Republic
- Lake Eyre (is that how u spell it?)
- Paris, France
- London
- North Dakota
- China
I know that its kind of random, but I went to New York City over the summer and that got me thinking... 100 places to go before I die! Yes!
So sorry for the randomness (is that even a word? Who cares) and try to bear with the colors, I just figured out how to do that and I'm excited! Yay me!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Wynter Sora
As predicted, I'm trashing my Thieves' Guild story and making up a story about a girl called Wynter Sora Green. Evidently, her parents were fond of unusual names. She's sixteen, with long brown hair and green eyes. I'm not sure if Millbrook, Ohio is a real place- I saw the name in a book.
I pressed the gas pedal down and my old Mercedes rumbled to life, the engine protesting. Sure, it was a blue piece of junk, but it was my blue piece of junk. I'd bought it with my own money.
Smiling to myself, I pulled out of Burger King's parking lot and onto the interstate. I hated Burger King, but after an hour or fruitless searching for a restaurant hunger had made me cave.
I was headed to my grandparent's house beside Lake Michigan, away from the relentless heat of Millbrook, Ohio. Every summer, I happily let my parents drive me to their house. Now that I had my Mercedes, I could drive myself and be free of their squabbling.
It took me thirty minutes to reach my grandparent's house from Burger King, twenty along the interstate and another ten down the winding sandy road. I finally came to a stop at their driveway, my engine stuttering as I took the keys out of the ignition.
Yep, it was a crappy car.
Gram looked up from her garden. A small pile of limp weeds lay at her feet. She was death to anything that threatened to invade her prized flowers.
"Wynter, honey! I was worried when your parents called and said that you were driving up here alone! Did you have a safe drive?" she called as I stepped out of the car.
"Obviously," I laughed. "No dents in the Mercedes and no broken bones."
"Thank goodness," Gram laughed back.
I smiled. Why did Gram always take better care of me than my mom? She was patient, concerned, kind- everything that Mom wasn't. And she truly cared about me.
"Your grandfather's in the washing room, trying to fix the dryer. He'll be glad for a break." Gram opened to door for me. "I'll send him out to get your luggage."
"Thanks," I sighed, kicking my shoes off and collapsing at the dining room table.
"I'll make some ice tea," Gram promised as she headed off toward the laundry room to inform Grandpa that I'd arrived.
I sat back in the chair and let my eyes drift close. Driving up by myself had been a lot more challenging than I'd expected, but I was victorious. After a long day of being cramped in the car, I was glad to be at my grandparents' house. Maybe tomorrow I could go swimming in the lake with Jake, if he was...
"Hey, Wynter!" Grandpa called, flinging the dining room door open. "I'm glad to see that you made it okay."
"Hi, Grandpa. Is Jake in town this week?"
"Yes, he'll be here all summer," Grandpa answered as Gram started preparing the ice tea. "Why? No one back at Millbrook caught your eye?"
I scowled. "Jake's only a friend, and you know that. He'll never be more than just a friend."
Gram set a glass of ice tea down in front of me and glared at Grandpa. Just then Gally, their golden retriever, burst into the room and covered me with slobbery licks.
"Gally! Gross! Stop it!" I complained. Gally's ears perked up, and he suddenly attacked the trash can.
"Galileo!" Gram shrieked as she dragged the dog from his meal. "Golden retriever, my foot! You're nothing but a glorified trash hound!"
Summer had truly begun.
I pressed the gas pedal down and my old Mercedes rumbled to life, the engine protesting. Sure, it was a blue piece of junk, but it was my blue piece of junk. I'd bought it with my own money.
Smiling to myself, I pulled out of Burger King's parking lot and onto the interstate. I hated Burger King, but after an hour or fruitless searching for a restaurant hunger had made me cave.
I was headed to my grandparent's house beside Lake Michigan, away from the relentless heat of Millbrook, Ohio. Every summer, I happily let my parents drive me to their house. Now that I had my Mercedes, I could drive myself and be free of their squabbling.
It took me thirty minutes to reach my grandparent's house from Burger King, twenty along the interstate and another ten down the winding sandy road. I finally came to a stop at their driveway, my engine stuttering as I took the keys out of the ignition.
Yep, it was a crappy car.
Gram looked up from her garden. A small pile of limp weeds lay at her feet. She was death to anything that threatened to invade her prized flowers.
"Wynter, honey! I was worried when your parents called and said that you were driving up here alone! Did you have a safe drive?" she called as I stepped out of the car.
"Obviously," I laughed. "No dents in the Mercedes and no broken bones."
"Thank goodness," Gram laughed back.
I smiled. Why did Gram always take better care of me than my mom? She was patient, concerned, kind- everything that Mom wasn't. And she truly cared about me.
"Your grandfather's in the washing room, trying to fix the dryer. He'll be glad for a break." Gram opened to door for me. "I'll send him out to get your luggage."
"Thanks," I sighed, kicking my shoes off and collapsing at the dining room table.
"I'll make some ice tea," Gram promised as she headed off toward the laundry room to inform Grandpa that I'd arrived.
I sat back in the chair and let my eyes drift close. Driving up by myself had been a lot more challenging than I'd expected, but I was victorious. After a long day of being cramped in the car, I was glad to be at my grandparents' house. Maybe tomorrow I could go swimming in the lake with Jake, if he was...
"Hey, Wynter!" Grandpa called, flinging the dining room door open. "I'm glad to see that you made it okay."
"Hi, Grandpa. Is Jake in town this week?"
"Yes, he'll be here all summer," Grandpa answered as Gram started preparing the ice tea. "Why? No one back at Millbrook caught your eye?"
I scowled. "Jake's only a friend, and you know that. He'll never be more than just a friend."
Gram set a glass of ice tea down in front of me and glared at Grandpa. Just then Gally, their golden retriever, burst into the room and covered me with slobbery licks.
"Gally! Gross! Stop it!" I complained. Gally's ears perked up, and he suddenly attacked the trash can.
"Galileo!" Gram shrieked as she dragged the dog from his meal. "Golden retriever, my foot! You're nothing but a glorified trash hound!"
Summer had truly begun.
Monday, August 3, 2009
!!!!!
Okay I know that I just posted about 3 seconds ago but I really don't have anything else to do, and anyways I think I better just waste the time prattling on about some unimportant thing... how about really good songs?
How to Save a Life by The Fray depresses me but is a really good song!
Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Good Riddance (Time of Your Life), and Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day... make that everything by Green Day...
Okay, there's this really weird song called Don't Trust Me, I have no idea who it's by, that I have a sudden craving to put on my iPod and listen to ALL THE TIME. Freaky! So I was with my friend this one day, and her dad was driving us out to eat, and the song plays. Then on the way back the song plays. Then when we're going back to my house the song plays and now I am in love with that song! It's the weirdest song on the planet!
ANYTHING by Cascada and Lady Gaga! Well, I only really like Poker Face and Just Dance by Lady Gaga, but okay.
Ugh stupid writer's block! I will post more later... (three seconds later posts)
How to Save a Life by The Fray depresses me but is a really good song!
Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Good Riddance (Time of Your Life), and Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day... make that everything by Green Day...
Okay, there's this really weird song called Don't Trust Me, I have no idea who it's by, that I have a sudden craving to put on my iPod and listen to ALL THE TIME. Freaky! So I was with my friend this one day, and her dad was driving us out to eat, and the song plays. Then on the way back the song plays. Then when we're going back to my house the song plays and now I am in love with that song! It's the weirdest song on the planet!
ANYTHING by Cascada and Lady Gaga! Well, I only really like Poker Face and Just Dance by Lady Gaga, but okay.
Ugh stupid writer's block! I will post more later... (three seconds later posts)
What to write about...
Ugh! :( :( :(
I have NO IDEAS! NONE! I'm so sad! Usually I'm full of ideas and I have to kind of go through them and throw away the ones that aren't good. But now right now! I have absolutely no ideas! Is this called a writer's block or something?
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have NO IDEAS! NONE! I'm so sad! Usually I'm full of ideas and I have to kind of go through them and throw away the ones that aren't good. But now right now! I have absolutely no ideas! Is this called a writer's block or something?
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
7 ways to know that you're obsessed with Twilight
I just thought about that because I saw an icon on the internet (i just googled icons and it popped up!) that said "Twilight, Bathroom, Twilight, Eating, Twilight, OMG BREATHE!!!!
So here's 7 ways to know you're obsessed with Twilight. BTW I have seen all of these happen IN MY CLASS at school. (!)
1) Fall in love with one of the characters.
2) Every other word out of your mouth is "Twilight," "Edward," or "vampire."
3) Write on everything that Edward Cullen is hot. (why would anyone think that???)
4) Create an icon about Twilight.
5) Constantly draw Twilight stuff.
6) Throw glitter on yourself and walk around in the sun saying "Hi I'm a vampire." (this did not actually happen in my class, but I did see it happen.)
7) Scream at someone when they say that Twilight isn't real. It's not. Get over it.
So here's 7 ways to know you're obsessed with Twilight. BTW I have seen all of these happen IN MY CLASS at school. (!)
1) Fall in love with one of the characters.
2) Every other word out of your mouth is "Twilight," "Edward," or "vampire."
3) Write on everything that Edward Cullen is hot. (why would anyone think that???)
4) Create an icon about Twilight.
5) Constantly draw Twilight stuff.
6) Throw glitter on yourself and walk around in the sun saying "Hi I'm a vampire." (this did not actually happen in my class, but I did see it happen.)
7) Scream at someone when they say that Twilight isn't real. It's not. Get over it.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Extraterrestrial Life
When most people think of aliens, they think of a vaguely human-like thing with a small body, a huge head, and gigantic eyes. Or they may think of a bug-eyes monster with thousands of slimy tenticales that oozes out of underground caves.
It's pretty pathetic how limited our imaginations are.
I think that human minds can't even begin to imagine what aliens look like. No matter how hard we try, everything we think of looks somewhat like a person or animal on Earth. Sometimes I think of things that look like bacteria under a microscope, except for they're as big as a German Shepard, or things that shine so bright that you can't see what they actually look like. That's basically the limit of my imagination. Pretty pathetic.
So my mom came up with this really good story. You know the standard picture that everyone comes up with when you think of aliens? Well, what if they were humans way, way in the future. And the reason we see them is because they've figured out how to time travel.
Pretty good, huh?
So I kind of want to start a series on that... but I don't know how to begin... huh.
-Kayla
It's pretty pathetic how limited our imaginations are.
I think that human minds can't even begin to imagine what aliens look like. No matter how hard we try, everything we think of looks somewhat like a person or animal on Earth. Sometimes I think of things that look like bacteria under a microscope, except for they're as big as a German Shepard, or things that shine so bright that you can't see what they actually look like. That's basically the limit of my imagination. Pretty pathetic.
So my mom came up with this really good story. You know the standard picture that everyone comes up with when you think of aliens? Well, what if they were humans way, way in the future. And the reason we see them is because they've figured out how to time travel.
Pretty good, huh?
So I kind of want to start a series on that... but I don't know how to begin... huh.
-Kayla
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