'Cuz it's a party in the U.S.A.
That is what I did half and hour ago.
Disco? Check. Annoying "oooh oooh!!!"? Check.
10,026 words and a finished NaNoWriMo?
Check and check.
P.S.- The title? My 10,000th word that made me a winner :)
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Great Scott! Not another blog!
Warning: the following blog may cause uncontrollable laughter, tears and moments of realization in some movie lovers.
Some movies never get old, no matter how many times you have seen them.
Take me for example. I have watched Back to the Future (parts 1, 2 and 3) twice this past week.
Twice.
Which leads me to something that has been fairly common here at the top of the stairs: confession time.
You may have guessed it by now, but I am a total Back to the Future junkie.
Oh, you want proof?
Fine, but I warned you. Don't come crying to me if you see yourself in this.
(This list can also be a sign. If more then 4 of these apply to you, drop what you are doing and email me immediately!)
*You will be SO mad if 2015 doesn't bring hover boards, flying cars, and the Cubs winning the world series.
*You lay awake at night desperately thinking of appropriate times to use the term "Great Scott" (see title)
*Say you do find out how to travel time. If going back to July 3rd, 1985 is on the list, you are good to go! (Bonus points if you would freak people out by spilling the ending... of the next movie)
*The first thing you plan on doing once you can drive is getting a bumper sticker that says 'My other car is a time machine'
*Who wants to blow up hills by the graveyard in search of time machines?
*You are not surprised by some people looking some way the one day and different-almost as if they are someone else- the next day. You ask them about their adventures in babysitting.
*Instead of hiding in your room when Mom and Dad embarrass you, you look for the family flux capacitor. There is no way they grew up when normal was around!
*There is a new appreciation for the old west,1955, and puffy vests
*You scream at the TV when they change the words. Sure, a kindergartner shouldn't hear them, but it destroys the humor! (Really, if you can read lips it just looks stupid!)
And the #1 way to tell...
*You still wonder what Doc meant when he told Marty that giving in every time someone called him names would cause a future accident
Some movies never get old, no matter how many times you have seen them.
Take me for example. I have watched Back to the Future (parts 1, 2 and 3) twice this past week.
Twice.
Which leads me to something that has been fairly common here at the top of the stairs: confession time.
You may have guessed it by now, but I am a total Back to the Future junkie.
Oh, you want proof?
Fine, but I warned you. Don't come crying to me if you see yourself in this.
(This list can also be a sign. If more then 4 of these apply to you, drop what you are doing and email me immediately!)
*You will be SO mad if 2015 doesn't bring hover boards, flying cars, and the Cubs winning the world series.
*You lay awake at night desperately thinking of appropriate times to use the term "Great Scott" (see title)
*Say you do find out how to travel time. If going back to July 3rd, 1985 is on the list, you are good to go! (Bonus points if you would freak people out by spilling the ending... of the next movie)
*The first thing you plan on doing once you can drive is getting a bumper sticker that says 'My other car is a time machine'
*Who wants to blow up hills by the graveyard in search of time machines?
*You are not surprised by some people looking some way the one day and different-almost as if they are someone else- the next day. You ask them about their adventures in babysitting.
*Instead of hiding in your room when Mom and Dad embarrass you, you look for the family flux capacitor. There is no way they grew up when normal was around!
*There is a new appreciation for the old west,1955, and puffy vests
*You scream at the TV when they change the words. Sure, a kindergartner shouldn't hear them, but it destroys the humor! (Really, if you can read lips it just looks stupid!)
And the #1 way to tell...
*You still wonder what Doc meant when he told Marty that giving in every time someone called him names would cause a future accident
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Start of a Chance
Today, being the last day of summer, was a day of firsts and lasts. A day of beginnings and endings. A day of... well you get the point.
The last swing
If you have never been to my house, you don't know that there is a swing set in my backyard. Nothing big; just a slide, some rings, a rope latter... and a swing. For as long as I could remember, that was my place. I would sit there and just think. What I would think about remains the question. I would get ideas there (like most of this blog) and enjoy the fresh air. But now, it will be a great place to plan school events.
The fear faced
Being the person that I am, fears are not strangers. One of the things that was tickling my brain was (no laughing aloud) going to the movies. An afternoon with my sistas fixed that. Sure I may have embarrassed myself as I chanted "Shut up and kiss her already!" during the film. And crying might have been a little much-although my friends seemed to have found it hilarious when they took pictures of my runny makeup. But really... you people need to lighten up!
The final skate
#1 thing done outside this year: roller skating. Drifting off with a water bottle hanging from my shorts turned into the highlight of the day. Today was my last stroll before class....
And I fell.
Don't get me wrong, I am FAR from perfect. But falling is something that is simply never done. The nose dive turned into a meaning.
*changes into tour guide outfit (think Progressive girl type)* "And here on the tour de bruises we see what happens when the sidewalk turns into driveway. Over there you get to view why sticks should be avoided while tubing. And if you look all around you there are numerous times when they got bumped into a table."
Not that meaning.
The sentimental meaning that comes with summer crashing down when it is least expected. The meaning that says 'Give it a rest already!' and slaps you in the knee. The meaning that will stick with me through the entire 8th grade.
Tomorrow begins a new time. New lessons, new memories. The end of a summer that everyone looked forward to while buried in snow.
The start of chance.
The last swing
If you have never been to my house, you don't know that there is a swing set in my backyard. Nothing big; just a slide, some rings, a rope latter... and a swing. For as long as I could remember, that was my place. I would sit there and just think. What I would think about remains the question. I would get ideas there (like most of this blog) and enjoy the fresh air. But now, it will be a great place to plan school events.
The fear faced
Being the person that I am, fears are not strangers. One of the things that was tickling my brain was (no laughing aloud) going to the movies. An afternoon with my sistas fixed that. Sure I may have embarrassed myself as I chanted "Shut up and kiss her already!" during the film. And crying might have been a little much-although my friends seemed to have found it hilarious when they took pictures of my runny makeup. But really... you people need to lighten up!
The final skate
#1 thing done outside this year: roller skating. Drifting off with a water bottle hanging from my shorts turned into the highlight of the day. Today was my last stroll before class....
And I fell.
Don't get me wrong, I am FAR from perfect. But falling is something that is simply never done. The nose dive turned into a meaning.
*changes into tour guide outfit (think Progressive girl type)* "And here on the tour de bruises we see what happens when the sidewalk turns into driveway. Over there you get to view why sticks should be avoided while tubing. And if you look all around you there are numerous times when they got bumped into a table."
Not that meaning.
The sentimental meaning that comes with summer crashing down when it is least expected. The meaning that says 'Give it a rest already!' and slaps you in the knee. The meaning that will stick with me through the entire 8th grade.
Tomorrow begins a new time. New lessons, new memories. The end of a summer that everyone looked forward to while buried in snow.
The start of chance.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Confessions of a Disney Chick
My name is Bekah, and I am a *Disney Channel addict
Hi Bekah...
It has gotten to the point where I check under my bed for Tinkerbell before I go to bed. I want to marry a wizard and name my kids Zack and Cody. I'll vacation on the S.S Tipton. My days begin with a "Watcha doin'?" and end with a "Oh there you are Perry." My summer plans always included a visit to **Camp Rock. And when I look up at the sky, stars are not visible. All I see are Sterling Knight's hot, blue eyes looking at me...
There is tie-dye in my eye- wait... my Raven moment!
***I see a girl, jumping like some kind of moron on caffeine. She has PJs and wet pigtails that spin when she- er - spins! Banging on the couch chanting "KISS HER ALREADY!!" There is a crazed look in her eyes that would scare off a pack of Starstruck Hannah Montana fans.
The monster looks in the mirror and realizes she wasn't always like this.
Her story began when her stupid little brother turned off Spongebob and showed her some funny twins living in a hotel. By the time she entered the 4th grade this became no longer a thing to do when you get bored. It became a life. She forgot about the world. Her main goal in life was to decide which twin is a better actor. She tried to use a hairdryer as a weapon over creepy blue people like Kim Possible does. Her time was spend Googling how old the actors are and finding pictures of Waverly Place. And for a moment- just a moment -nothing was wrong.
Who said a little obsession was bad?
*This does not include the Jonas Brothers. Sorry boys, you stink!
**Oddly enough, I haven't seen that yet
*** My (drama added) life story
Hi Bekah...
It has gotten to the point where I check under my bed for Tinkerbell before I go to bed. I want to marry a wizard and name my kids Zack and Cody. I'll vacation on the S.S Tipton. My days begin with a "Watcha doin'?" and end with a "Oh there you are Perry." My summer plans always included a visit to **Camp Rock. And when I look up at the sky, stars are not visible. All I see are Sterling Knight's hot, blue eyes looking at me...
There is tie-dye in my eye- wait... my Raven moment!
***I see a girl, jumping like some kind of moron on caffeine. She has PJs and wet pigtails that spin when she- er - spins! Banging on the couch chanting "KISS HER ALREADY!!" There is a crazed look in her eyes that would scare off a pack of Starstruck Hannah Montana fans.
The monster looks in the mirror and realizes she wasn't always like this.
Her story began when her stupid little brother turned off Spongebob and showed her some funny twins living in a hotel. By the time she entered the 4th grade this became no longer a thing to do when you get bored. It became a life. She forgot about the world. Her main goal in life was to decide which twin is a better actor. She tried to use a hairdryer as a weapon over creepy blue people like Kim Possible does. Her time was spend Googling how old the actors are and finding pictures of Waverly Place. And for a moment- just a moment -nothing was wrong.
Who said a little obsession was bad?
*This does not include the Jonas Brothers. Sorry boys, you stink!
**Oddly enough, I haven't seen that yet
*** My (drama added) life story
Saturday, June 5, 2010
It's poem time!
Me being, well, me, poems can come from anywhere. What you are about to see started out (and still are) as little scribbles on note cards and scrap paper I made during free time at school. Enjoy :)
You know that feeling of power you get when doing something you love? That was how I got this first (and my favorite) poem.
My Domain
I have the mind of a writer, a strong warrior in the city of imagination. With my pencil at hand, ready for anything. I say what goes, and there is nothing about to stop me. Ideas flooding my brain, making me dream in poems. I am the ruler here. Go ahead and try to block me. As a writer, you'll regret it. This is my world now.
We seem to be doing favorites, so here is one that my mom likes. This is based off the fact that when I have a new book idea, my arms and legs get covered in goosebumps
Goosebumps
You make me all jittery and awake all day. A warning sign of book ideas going to my inner mind. The writer inside creeps into the read world, making my ideas take over. The soothing cold feeling of inspiration comforts me. Dreaming in perfect rhyme. Nothing being, nothing real, yet making perfect fact. Listening to the call of characters, waiting to hear their words.
Ya, some could call it a curse. The poet's curse. (Try talking like a pirate when reading this next one)
The poet's curse
I, let me tell yer, a saddest take to true. Always be careful and watch your back, or child, it could happen to you. This story's 'bout a young one, who read too many books. He read by day and wrote by night and poor fella got the Poet's Curse. He walked in perfect rhythm, and spoke in limericks. He pretended he was a pirate, eating with toothpicks. See, dear friend, readin's good but always do beware. You could get the Poet's Curse. It can happen anywhere.
Luckily, the curse has some flaws. I read that poem to a friend who didn't seem to interested.
Why did I show her the poem?
Why did i show her the poem? I knew she'd find it bad. She said it was fine, no foolin' me, the look on her face said sad. Why did I show her the poem? Who'd care for a Poet's Curse? I felt it was great but truth be told, I bet she thought it was the worst. Showing the poem was a bonehead move, gosh I was being dumb. Why did I show her the poem? At least the worst is done.
Ok, so we all agree that could use a better ending. Don't blame me! Blame the kid next to me!
The kid next to me
That kid next to me is going insane! He keeps whispering like some stupid game. Now way can I work with the constant clatter. If this all keeps up my grade will do shatter. I asked ever so nicely, I even said please. But he won't shut up, can't someone help me!? Now he keeps singing the same stupid song. This seating arrangement is going all wrong. This loud noisy kid, why me why me? Get him out of here! I'm begging you, please!
There isn't much you can work with when you have someone slapping a pencil on the desk. However, the person that is never to blame is the teacher. This is for my LA teacher for 7th grade, Mrs. DeYoung.
To Mrs. DeYoung
I love the stories you have us write, it's one of the coolest things to do. I live for the ideas you bestow on us, they have been getting into my dreams. To say it all you're an awesome teacher, and I love the class you teach. You are an inspiration, Mrs. Deyoung, and that is never going to leave.
Know what I will really miss about my teachers this summer? That they are nice to you even when you make a mistake. The story: I had some down time so I went to my locker to get something to read. I grabbed something that I already finished on accident. I was not too thrilled with myself.
My middle name is Stupid
My middle name is 'Stupid', it's awful sad to say. I got the wrong book from my locker while watching the others play. It really was a dumb mistake, and I'll admit to being harsh. But when everything is said and done, my middle name will always be 'Stupid', and I'll never have any fun.
Ouch. I must have been feeling something like this when I wrote that.
On the verge
It has nothing to do with me, so why and I acting like this? My eyes water, my stomach freezes in my throat. I am on the verge on an anxiety attack. Feeling as if I would vomit, my head is going to explode. This is going to be the longest day of my life. My eyes, wide like a deer in the headlights. Holding back my breakfast, this is the end for all i know. And I have nothing to do with it.
Good think I always spring back!
Rubber Bands
Zoing! Flying across the room. Aim, fire, going all over the place. Smack! Hits the wall. The teacher turns and stares. The rubber band is no more.
Best thing about school getting out? NO MORE MATH!
To math
Math how I hate you, you make me feel sick. That dumb number line just looks like a stick. I see no such point in finding the X. Math, dear math, the useless class.
May your summer be full of metaphors for fun!
You know that feeling of power you get when doing something you love? That was how I got this first (and my favorite) poem.
My Domain
I have the mind of a writer, a strong warrior in the city of imagination. With my pencil at hand, ready for anything. I say what goes, and there is nothing about to stop me. Ideas flooding my brain, making me dream in poems. I am the ruler here. Go ahead and try to block me. As a writer, you'll regret it. This is my world now.
We seem to be doing favorites, so here is one that my mom likes. This is based off the fact that when I have a new book idea, my arms and legs get covered in goosebumps
Goosebumps
You make me all jittery and awake all day. A warning sign of book ideas going to my inner mind. The writer inside creeps into the read world, making my ideas take over. The soothing cold feeling of inspiration comforts me. Dreaming in perfect rhyme. Nothing being, nothing real, yet making perfect fact. Listening to the call of characters, waiting to hear their words.
Ya, some could call it a curse. The poet's curse. (Try talking like a pirate when reading this next one)
The poet's curse
I, let me tell yer, a saddest take to true. Always be careful and watch your back, or child, it could happen to you. This story's 'bout a young one, who read too many books. He read by day and wrote by night and poor fella got the Poet's Curse. He walked in perfect rhythm, and spoke in limericks. He pretended he was a pirate, eating with toothpicks. See, dear friend, readin's good but always do beware. You could get the Poet's Curse. It can happen anywhere.
Luckily, the curse has some flaws. I read that poem to a friend who didn't seem to interested.
Why did I show her the poem?
Why did i show her the poem? I knew she'd find it bad. She said it was fine, no foolin' me, the look on her face said sad. Why did I show her the poem? Who'd care for a Poet's Curse? I felt it was great but truth be told, I bet she thought it was the worst. Showing the poem was a bonehead move, gosh I was being dumb. Why did I show her the poem? At least the worst is done.
Ok, so we all agree that could use a better ending. Don't blame me! Blame the kid next to me!
The kid next to me
That kid next to me is going insane! He keeps whispering like some stupid game. Now way can I work with the constant clatter. If this all keeps up my grade will do shatter. I asked ever so nicely, I even said please. But he won't shut up, can't someone help me!? Now he keeps singing the same stupid song. This seating arrangement is going all wrong. This loud noisy kid, why me why me? Get him out of here! I'm begging you, please!
There isn't much you can work with when you have someone slapping a pencil on the desk. However, the person that is never to blame is the teacher. This is for my LA teacher for 7th grade, Mrs. DeYoung.
To Mrs. DeYoung
I love the stories you have us write, it's one of the coolest things to do. I live for the ideas you bestow on us, they have been getting into my dreams. To say it all you're an awesome teacher, and I love the class you teach. You are an inspiration, Mrs. Deyoung, and that is never going to leave.
Know what I will really miss about my teachers this summer? That they are nice to you even when you make a mistake. The story: I had some down time so I went to my locker to get something to read. I grabbed something that I already finished on accident. I was not too thrilled with myself.
My middle name is Stupid
My middle name is 'Stupid', it's awful sad to say. I got the wrong book from my locker while watching the others play. It really was a dumb mistake, and I'll admit to being harsh. But when everything is said and done, my middle name will always be 'Stupid', and I'll never have any fun.
Ouch. I must have been feeling something like this when I wrote that.
On the verge
It has nothing to do with me, so why and I acting like this? My eyes water, my stomach freezes in my throat. I am on the verge on an anxiety attack. Feeling as if I would vomit, my head is going to explode. This is going to be the longest day of my life. My eyes, wide like a deer in the headlights. Holding back my breakfast, this is the end for all i know. And I have nothing to do with it.
Good think I always spring back!
Rubber Bands
Zoing! Flying across the room. Aim, fire, going all over the place. Smack! Hits the wall. The teacher turns and stares. The rubber band is no more.
Best thing about school getting out? NO MORE MATH!
To math
Math how I hate you, you make me feel sick. That dumb number line just looks like a stick. I see no such point in finding the X. Math, dear math, the useless class.
May your summer be full of metaphors for fun!
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