My Mother

I am an avid believer in the fantastic, the impossible, and the unimaginable.

     My mother is a believer in the down-to-earth, whereas my head is up in the clouds - floating amongst the stars. 

     My mom... she's a weird person. We have a pair of squirrels in our backyard. The dogs bark at them all the time. When my little brother spotted them carrying tiny baby squirrels in their mouths, my mom's response was: "Baby squirrels? I want eight!"

     To which I responded: "Well I want a pet quail, but we can't all have what we want."

     I really do want a pet quail. They're so cute!

    She also always thinks she's right. She usually is, but that doesn't mean she needs to be encouraged. 

    So when I tell her about my Ships - Jisbon - she tries to tell me that the things on the screen and in the books that I read are not real. Well guess what?! I don't care! They feel real to me! But I'll get into that later.

     Let me tell you a story about my mother. She's very weird. She likes to think she's normal (and funny), but she's not (really).

     There I was, sitting in my bed, watching The Mentalist and napping in between like I do - when my mom walks in and sits down on the bed. "What are you doing?" she asks, wiggling and smiling mysteriously. She's very weird.

    "Um, nothing," I say. "Why?"

    She lays down on my bed, settling down comfortably. "I can take a nap with you."

    "No, that's okay," I say, wriggling away from her.

    "Come on!" she smiles, reaching for my legs, "We'll take a nap!"

    "Mom! Stop it!"

     She grabs me by the legs and starts pulling me toward her. "Come on!" She's laughing while I try to push her away while my feet are under the covers.

    "Mom," I laugh, "Stop it! Go away!"

    She tried to wrestle me out of my bed for five minutes - I couldn't get her out of my bed or my room until she left voluntarily. She's a weird lady.

Snowman-covered Pajama Pants

I'm sure you're aware, but Lewis is extremely weird. She's reached a new level of weird. In fact, if I were British -- wish I was -- I would say she was absolutely mad. Completely mad.
     Today I cleaned her room for her. Yeah, I do that a lot. Her room gets messy quickly and she won't clean it, so we make a deal where she does something for me if I clean it. This time I did it because she said she would do my art homework and make me food. The things I'll do for food. Anyway -- I cleaned her room very thoroughly. I even vacuumed. I was sitting on my laptop cruising Pinterest when I hear by far the strangest thing to come from her mouth for a long time, and there have been some weird things said.
     "Dress me!"
     I did a double take, alarmed. "No!"
     Lewis gets this pout on her face. "Please!"
     "No!" I exclaimed.
     "Just the pants!"
     "No! I am not dressing you! What is wrong with you?!"
     She starts whining, flinging her snowman-covered pants at me. "Please! Or I'll rip your picture in half!"
     "I cleaned your room for you," I said. "Do that and I'll ruin your room all over again and then you'll have to clean it."
     She groaned. "Anevay, Anevay, Anevay, Anevay, Anevay, Anevaaayyyy! Please, please, please, please, just the pants!"
     "No, no, no, no, no, no! How old do you think you are?"
     "Just the pants!"
     "Why?"
     "Pleeeeaase, Anevay!"
     "Lewis! Put your own dang pants on!"
     All the while, Dotty is a bystander in all this. She just stared at Lewis, and when she flung her pants in her direction, dropped her phone behind the bed. "No!" she cried at the same time I told Lewis for the thousandth time that I would not be putting her pants on for her. If you thought Lewis was strange before... well, needless to say, she's a bit insane. Love her, of course -- she's my sister. I'm inclined to. But yes, she's the craziest person I know.
-Anevay

Dancing in the Rain

I know, I been slacking :P hey, it's Summer -- can you blame me?
Seriously though, I'm pretty lazy.
    Anyway, let's get cracking with yet another story about my sisters Dotty and Lewis.
    So the other day (and today) the sky has kind of had this feel of impending rain, but it hasn't really rained, rained -- just a little sprinkle. My sisters and I, yeah, we decided to help it out; give it a little incentive to pour that sweet moisture down on us.
     In short, we did a rain dance.
     It went something like, well, this...
     Carrying one of my tall sticks (staff, as I like to call it) I lead the way outside and we all looked up. "Hm," Lewis said thoughtfully. The crazy one, naturally, was the one to convince us. "Let's do a rain dance!" so she started us off by kicking her legs high and pushing her arms down. It was kind of a gorilla-like thing, and trust me, extremely weird.
     Dotty and I did our own versions.
     While Lewis was making a circle around us chanting: "Rain! Rain! Rain!"
     Dotty stood in the middle and (shy child that she is) held her arms up and cried: "Rain!" again and again.
     Me, I bent my legs and bounced on them, making a song out of: "Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain!" over and over, and eventually started following Lewis around Dotty. Then Hadley, my four-year old little brother, came outside and wanted to join in. Who wouldn't?
       So Hadley began following Lewis and I, jogging to keep up, yelling, "Rain!" occasionally.
      There were several variations of our 'rain dance,' but mostly, we just made fools of ourselves and either annoyed or entertained our neighbors -- or both. Either way, it was really fun. The rain came a little harder, but it didn't come pouring down on us like we wanted. It sprinkled and pattered on the concrete, dotting our clothes and dampening out hair, but it didn't pour. Hopefully we'll get more today.
     And that, my friends, was our rain dance. Purely fun, and we didn't mean to offend anyone -- we were just messing around, you know, like kids, even though I'm technically not a kid. Anyway, hope it was somewhat entertaining for you to think of that.

-Anevay

News on... me?

Alright, well this is a post on MY progress. I don't know how you've been doing, but here's how mine goes.
     In the last year, I've gotten to be a better writer than I ever did while in a class. Weird, but that's how it's been going. I've been getting better every time I write, but annoyingly, I can't find the motivation to get writing unless I force myself. Sigh. Motivation is such a fickle thing.
     Anyway, I took a break from MY writing and worked on Fanfiction -- thought it'd help me get inside characters heads and stick to what they'd do and whatnot, and it has, but there has been a downside. Now I always want to write fanfiction, and that's not going to get me anywhere with my writing with the fanfiction I write. No offense, of course, but it's the truth.
     So now I've got a block, and I'm taking a break again... oh well, it'll come back to me, right?
     On other news, I've been watching The Mentalist. Anyone else as obsessed with it as I am? I'm not kidding; it's my current obsession, cause, see, I get these things were I get really obsessed with something... but that's no important, right? I'm babbling. Anyway. The Mentalist, Patrick Jane, is really methodical and thoughtful in how he thinks, so I've been applying his methods and his memory palace's to me, and I think it'll help. He is one clever man!
     Just to get off subject for a moment, when is season five premiering? Cause I'll have watched the entire season four by next week (at some point) and I'm pretty sure I'm going to DIE waiting for it... I've tried to find the premiere date, but I prefer not to accidently stumble over another spoiler. Gah. Does anyone else think that Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane should end up together?? I know there are people that don't want them together, and I just don't get that... oh well. The Mentalist is so good, though!
     But... back to me... any other news? ... hm. Nope. None that I can think of at this moment. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off the watch The Mentalist.
     Sorry this post is kind of pointless!
I'll attach a picture of Jane just so you can see how handsome he is. heh.
What can I say -- I'm a girl! Asta la vista!

-Anevay

Writing, cattiness and vanity...

Story time!
     Alright, let me set up a background for you.
     SO! All school year I've gone to Writing Club at school, right? Every other Wednesday after school; and I love writing club. Cause hey! Look at that -- I'm a writer! Shocker.
    Anyway. Writing Club is really fun. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses in writing, and I've found that going to writing club has helped me to look for a story in anything, which I already did anyway... point is, I also trained myself to critique both myself and others -- to see the good traits in a piece of writing, and the not so good traits.
     My strengths? I'm good with character development. Not surprising -- I get attached to my characters. I'm also good at connecting third person smoothly and adapting to different writing situations. Describing is another strength.
     My weak spots... well, I'm not very good with romance. I'm also sort of dramatic and cheesy when I write sometimes, when I should be writing realistically. That's another things I'm working on, and I think I'm getting better with it, which makes me want to go back and rewrite all my bad romances... ha! Bad Romance. Lady Gaga. Bad pun.
     Anywho, that was random... more background: so the people in my writing club are really fun. They're a little different, but hey, I love 'em -- they're my people, right? Writers are a little different sometimes. The previous President of WC (writing club, duh), is a Senior and will be leaving in about three days, seeing as it's the end of the school year. She's a really good writer. She's even getting published this year! Which I have to say, I envy her for. I won't deny that.
     So, on to the story after all that unnecessesary background. (Pretty sure I spelled unnecessesary wrong, but I don't really care right now).
     A few weeks back, WC President informed me that she wanted me to be the next President.
     My first thought is that I'm flattered. I would love to be WC President, in all honesty. And when she tells me who she is asking to work with me, I kind of shrug and nod like 'sure, okay,'  because I really don't mind the girl she said all that much.
     There's one problem: every time I try to say hi to her, she either ignores me and pretends I'm air, or gives me this really catty look and jerks her head up -- you know, how really bratty girls do when they think they're so much better than you?
      I mean, what did I do?
     I only noticed this recently, and I'm a little confused. Mulling this over, I think I have my reason... but let me describe the moments I noticed before I go in to detail.
     We'll call her... Katy. Yeah, that's a good name for her.
     First scenario:
     I'm walking down the hall and who do I see? Katy.
     And yeah, we've talked before, so I wave. I know she sees me, because her eyes kind of dart my way before looking away and assuming a blank expression. Eventually I drop my awkwardly waving hand. So yes, now I feel stupid. What did I do?
     Second scenario:
     After school, I ride home with one of my really good friends: Laura -- that's what we'll call her, anyway.
     As we're pulling out of the parking lot, me and Laura in the front seat, I see Katy in her car up ahead. She sees me, too, alright. And what does she do? She jerks her head up and away. No joke. I didn't even know girls really did that -- and I stomp my foot when I'm mad! You wouldn't think girls would to that either, but I do and I'm sure plenty others do. It's a weird reaction.
     Girls are so catty sometimes. Hence the name: Katy. Not really the same thing, but you get the message.
     "Whoa," I laugh.
     "What?" Laura asks.
     "Do you know Katy?" I ask, pointing towards her in her ugly little white car, head turned away.
     Laura nodded and made a face. "Yep."
     "You wouldn't believe what she just did," I said, so Laura gestures for me to go ahead and demonstrate. I do, jerking my head up and away in a catty gesture.
     Laura laughed, "Whoa! You know, I'm pretty sure that was for me."
     "I dunno, I don't think she likes me very much either. Maybe it was for both of us."
     "Probably," she agreed, "She just thinks she's better than everyone else."
     "She's probably just jealous," I say, grinning. That's what I always say when someone has a problem with me. I mean really, I'm not perfect -- don't expect me to try to please everyone.
     Later, I pinned another idea. See, Katy is in WC too, and she's a Junior, going to be a Senior next year, so she was a candidate for WC President too. It would make sense to make her pres since she's been at the school longer, right? Being pres Senior year and all?
     This may seem a little, well, vain to quote my friend RoseRedPetal -- but in all honesty... I know I'm a better writer than Katy, and I can tell it's not what she really wants to professionally pursue in life, like I do, so she's doesn't try to get better. But hey, even if it's not your best talent, someone who's better than you and gets pointed out that way -- it still stings. It's just that Katy is more of a poetry writer, and while she does have some good ideas, her writing skills aren't the best. It's like when you sing and you know you're a better singer than someone else... that's how I am with my writing. I know I'm a good writer, which again, seems vain, but vanity and truth sometimes hurts. I want to pursue writing professionally. It's my dream, and I can see it's not hers.
     Whoo! That helped me blow off some steam. I just hope Katy can forget about all this and stop being, well... catty.
-Anevay

Texting

Texting sucks, in all honesty. I hate the idea of people being able to get a hold of me no matter what -- I mean, really, can I get some privacy?
     But sometimes I can't help it. Like when I'm just too lazy to go upstairs and ask my mom something, so of course, out comes the phone where I get to texting away.
     So, you know how there are always those people who are a little TOO expressive in their texts, and those that aren't expressive at all? I don't know which is more annoying, although I'm probably being a hypocrite, cause I do both. There are just some people who do one or the other all the time.
     Here are some example:
     Me: Hey, wutcha doin?
     Them: Nothing :)
     Me: Wanna do something?
     Them: Yes! XD
     I mean, yeah, texting with expression is great, but a smiley face every time is a little much. Then we have the non-expressive texters...
     Them: Hey how are you
     Me: Good, good. You?
     Them: good what are you doing next week
     ... see what I mean? If people don't use punctuation, it sort of bothers me -__- is that weird? Probably, but hey.
    And then, of course, we have the nosy texters.
    My grandmother is one of those texters. She has to know WHAT you're doing and WHERE you are and WHY you're doing it, at all times.Don't get me wrong, I love her and all, but seriously. Here's an example:
     Grandma: What are you doing? :)
     You: Hanging out with my friend.
     Grandma: Who? :)
     You: (insert friend's name here)
     Grandma: Where
     You: Their house
     Grandma: When are you coming home?
     You: IDK
     Grandma: What are you doing with them? :)
     And she always adds the smiley face, like that's really going to disguise the fact that she's trying to find out everything you're doing. We have sort of a nosy family. My great grandma does the same, only she actually calls you to find out what you're doing. Ha! Family.
     Of course, there are always those that are sort of in between, and that's usually the one I can stand. Take my cousin for example. This was our conversation today:
     Me: Duuuude can you hang hang?
     Him: Nope sorry
     Me: Lame
     Him: Yeah
     Now I'm thinking that at least he took the time to type 'yeah' instead of 'ya', so I say: You're not a very dynamic texter, are you?
     My next thoughts are that he's going to send something back along the lines of 'nope' or something simple like that, but he surprised me by texting this:
     IS THIS BETTER!!!!
     That got me laughing big time. He's so funny, I forget sometimes. I send back: Yep :) MUCH BETTER!!!
     And he sends back a text full of the great "hahahah's" and all that. I love the conversations I have with my cousin. He's such a stud.
-Anevay

Oh, no, you know... just being me

If you're a writer or a reader, you'll understand this.
     This is one of those little writer moments.
     So, as a writer, you know, I'm sitting in class, writing, as we writers like to do, and I'm about a page in when the kid next to me asks: "Do we have to take notes?"
     I dearly like to mess with people, so I look over at him thoughtfully and shake my head slowly. "No," I smile simply.
     "Then what are you doing?" he wonders, obviously confused.
     I give him a look. "Writing."
     "You're a writer?" he asks, now surprised.
     Sigh. If I'm writing, then yes, I'm a writer, but thank you for your interest.
     Or there's always the question the teacher asks after they make sure you're done with whatever you're supposed to be doing. "Are you writing a note?" my math teacher asks.
     I shake my head.
     "Taking notes?"
     I shake my head again. "I'm writing," I say simply. He nods, feigning interest and moves on. Math teachers definitely don't understand. They're always like "math is fun!" and I'm thinking no! No it's not! Besides, when an I, as a writer and hopefully eventually-to-be author, going to use math?
     Some people are so confused.
     And then there are the reader moments.
     The book I'm reading right now (for my English book report, no less) is The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson. And whenever I pull it out, everyone gapes at it. I kid you not, the book is a thousand and one pages -- I checked. The thing is huge.
     These are the questions of confusion that I get:
     "You're reading that?"
     "How long is that thing?"
     "Is that your book?"
     "It's huge! How can you read something so big?"
     I'm a reader, people, it's kind of what I do. I bet if I read it non-stop, with minimal food and potty breaks (which won't happen--I'm always hungry and have to go to the bathroom when I get excited--sorry of that's a TMI moment), I could finish it in about three days. Maybe less. But, alas, due to school and writing, I have very little time for reading lately. I'm so behind.
    Anyway... there's my story for the day. Hey, look at that--it wasn't about my sisters! Amazing.
-Anevay