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
    
      

Short, random post about my sister Dotty:
     So I'm sitting here, writing, you know (a fanfic), and unbeknownst to me, my sister comes up behind me with her face pressed to the screen door, ogling at my writing, and then right in my ear I hear: "Robin Hood?"
     There's something you should probably know about Dotty. She's, how do I put it... very clueless, as much as I love her. Her favorite words are "what?" or "huh?" and she says it in a very clueless tone of voice. I'm not kidding. She's very, well, entertaining...
     Another thing you should know about Dotty: she takes after me. Reading, sitting in her room (cave) doing who knows what -- listening to music, reading, playing her DS, the usual -- that's what I do, besides the DS thing. I'm not much for video games anymore. She says: "Lame." Whatever. I could say the same thing. (Just kidding.)
     Yes, she is sitting beside me as I write this. And she asks SO many questions. Honestly, Dotty, be quiet! Just kidding -- mostly.
     And as I swat at a fruit fly, she says: "What's there?"
     "A fruit fly."
     "I don't get why they're called fruit flies."
     "They eat fruit."
     "Really?" she asks, obviously amazed.
     "No," I smile.
     Honestly? I have no idea if they really eat fruit. I'm just assuming, and besides, I love to mess with her. Do you know how fun it is to confuse an already confused person? Very fun.
     Presently, I just heard a scream from the kitchen. It's Dotty little "Oh my goodness what's going on!" scream. Happens all the time.
     Now she's sitting next to me with ice cream. First cinnamon toast and now ice cream. What a pig. How I love my sister.
    Anyway, that's my story for the day... moral of the story? ... confusing confused people is fun?
-Anevay

Carrots, beans and corn...

Lewis is very... strange.
     She's the sister with curly red-brown hair in ringlets that looks like a lions mane, but she always calls herself a Liger because she's obsessed with tigers--just a bit of background on Lewis.
     We're sitting here watching X-files (great show, by the way), the episode called Miracle Man--but that's not the point. As we're sitting there she asks me: "Can you pause it?"
     "Why?"
     "I'm gonna go make some carrots."
     "Make some carrots? Why?"
     "'Cause I want some. You want some?"
     "...yeah?" I said uncertainly. I paused it and she ran upstairs to warm-up some of those carrots in a can. When she came back, we split the carrots and went back to watching.
     Five minutes later: "Can you pause it?"
     "Why?"
     "I'm gonna go make some beans."
     "What is it with you?" I asked, laughing, "You're so weird! First carrots, now beans..." next she's going to make corn, I thought, mostly sarcastically--knowing Lewis, it was a possibility.
     "You want some?" she asked, so I shrugged.
     "Sure?"
     She made some beans and came back, we split them and I hit play and we went back to watching. The episode ended, leaving me feeling rather depressed, and Lewis says: "Okay, I'll watch another one with you--"
     I cut her off, "You're gonna go make some corn?" I asked mockingly, mostly kidding.
     She went all wide-eyed and made a little puppy dog face, "How'd you know?"
     I burst in to laughter. "You're really going to make corn?" I asked, and she nodded, her lips in a pout.
     "I just want some corn! You want some?"
     "Yes?"
     She took the bowls upstairs, and two minutes later, a hear glass shattering and her exclamation of: "Gosh dang it! Not again! I just wanted to make some corn!"
     That's the third glass thing she's broken this week. Oh, Lewis.
-Anevay

Sisters...

Another post on my sisters. They're really strange.
     So you know how Dotty likes to annoy me? Yeah, well, I like to annoy her too.
     My dad taught me this move to make people let go of things, and yeah, I use it on Dotty sometimes. You grab their hand just below the thumb and twist it the way it's not supposed to go. Let me tell you, it's a handy move.
     The other day I used this on her to make her let go of my pen. I grabbed her hand and twisted it. Immediately, she dropped it, her arm bending and her hand becoming useless with the slight pressure and pain it caused. She was laughing though, and I stepped in, pushing her arm closer and pulling her around in to a headlock.
     "That's what you get for touching my pen," I said, and pushed her to the ground, where I sat on her.
     Dotty is really strange. The whole time I was doing this, she was laughing.
     I love my sisters.
-Anevay

DO NOT TOUCH

I walked upstairs today, looking for something to eat while watching a great (and my favorite) show, and what do I find? Candy. Perfect!
     Unfortunately, there's a DO NOT TOUCH note from my sister Lewis. Otherwise known and the insane child of the family--most likely to end up in a mental hospital... you know. (totally kidding. she's perfectly sane, just crazy)
     I read through it once. And then again--and again, and then I stopped.
     Wait... what does it say again?
     The note read:

If you try to take this candy
That would not be oh-so-grandy
So take this candy if you dare
Then I will squash you like a bear
DO NOT TOUCH
-Lewis

     So how many times did you read it? Confused? I was too. Trust me, nothing she says ever makes sense. It's all just craziness and nonsense, for all I know.
     Oh, Lewis.
     I had a good laugh about it and took some candy anyway. DO NOT TOUCH notes never work. We take it anyway. It's not like they're gonna notice, right?
     Right.
-Anevay

Suspenders

 Have you ever worn something somewhere that everyone thinks is a little weird, but you're convinced that it's the greatest thing since grilled cheese?

     Here's my experience with that.
I was at the library, standing in line to check out some books (as we writers like to do), and I hear this sort of whispering behind me.
    Sure, I'd gotten some weird looks about my purple suspenders, but never people talking about it right behind me. This was something I had to hear.
    I sort of looked around casually, and the people behind me immediately stopped talking. It was a woman and her teenage son. As soon as I looked around, of course, they looked everywhere but at me--really tactful, don't you agree?
     I turned back to the front and tilted my head to the side slightly to leave an ear free of my hair. Sure enough, they went at it again.
     "Suspenders?" the mom hissed.
     "Purple, too," her son muttered. He didn't sound nearly as, ah, repulsed by them as his mom, but he sure thought it was weird.
     "Who wears that?" she murmured. "In public?"
     Ah, the idle gossip of the public.
     I turned around and smiled as it was my turn. She straightened up, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, and pretended to ignore me, but I could tell she was embarrassed. Serves her right for talking bad about my purple suspenders.

I just thought this was funny--purple suspenders and pistols?

     As I left, I just laughed. I mean come on, lady, how shallow can you get? People can wear what they want, when they want, where they want. It's none of your business what they liked to wear, but thanks for sharing your opinion and giving the rest of us something write and laugh about.
     She was just jealous.
At least, that's what I tell myself. Whatever keeps the boat afloat.
-Anevay

What goes on between sisters

I really don't enjoy sitting next to my sister, Dotty, during church.
     She's that one annoying little sister that always like to get some sort of reaction out of her older sisters. Namely, me and Lewis, but mostly me.
     I always react, and usually we sort of quietly fight during sacrament, as siblings do.
     It started when she kept looking at me. Like, creepy staring that was meant to make me say or do something. To stop her, I started poking her.
     I admit that it was mostly me, but hey, she's annoying--what do you expect me to do?
     "I'm gonna bite you, 'kay?" I asked, and then answered my own question, "'Kay. 1, 2, 3."
     I then attempted to bite her, but she sort of squeaked and maneuvered away in our limited space. She punched me in the arm, and I tried to bite her again. My sisters call me a vampire--makes sense, right?
     "Ah!" she exclaimed.
     Later, Dotty was attempting to write left handed, and really, she should just stick to doing right hand, because she's not even that good at that, so I can't imagine why she would try to do her left.
     "Why are you writing left handed?" I asked quietly, cocking my head.
     "Because I want to practice," she replied.
     "It looks like a two year old's writing. No, worse than that."
     "Jerk!"
     "That sucks," I observed as she continued her attempt.
     She giggled quietly, "You're so mean!"
     "I've never seen anyone write worse."
     "I tried to fix it, okay?"
     "... fail." I replied, then leaned around to look at my dad, "Dad, look at her terrible handwriting."
     Sigh. I can be so mean to my sisters sometimes, but it only means I love them.
-Anevay

The little things

You know how there are always those cute older couples around? This is a really cute couple in my church ward--I'm not trying to advertise here--the man is the choir director and he's really cool. His wife is really sweet and fun.
     They're not that old. Maybe in their sixties, or somewhere around there, but the point is that they're sweet, funny and cool.
     So he got down from speaking and sat next to her. And instead of giving him one of those arm hugs, she just squeezed his hand, which I thought was really cute.
     Their relationship is just really cute. Not only that, but as I'm sitting in sacrament, I'll sometimes watch them--not in a creepy way--and I'll see him give her these little looks. Like when he's up there about to direct the music and he gives her this little eyebrow bounce. It was so funny I just sat there and giggled.
     Go ahead and think I'm weird, but I think the little things between couples mean so much more than the big things.
-Anevay

Yes VS. No

I don't exactly remember how it started--all I know is that we went on like this for maybe ten minutes. Me and my little brother: Hadley.
     "Yes," the four year old proclaimed.
     "No."
     "Yes!"
     "No, no."
     "Yess!"
     "No, no-no."
     "Yes!"
     "No."
     "Yes."
     "No, no, no."
     "Yes, yes!"
     "No no."
     He laughed in delight, "Yes!"
     "Nope."
     "Yes," he giggled.
     I shook my head indefinitely, "No--no no no."
     "Yes!"
     "No."
     "Yes!"
     "No!"
     "Yes, yes!"
     "No, no, child."
     "Yes!" he demanded, but he was smiling, the little gap between his two front teeth making him look innocent. Be assured he is not innocent. He's a crazy child.
     "No no no."
     "Yes yes yes!"
     "Uh, no."
    We went on for, what, ten to fifteen minutes? I'm not exaggerating at all. I'm not kidding when I say that we went at it for that long. Finally, amazingly, it ended.
     Unfortunately, it was me that had to end it. That kid runs on infinite batteries. He has so much energy, I had to break it off eventually.
     "Yes," the child laughed. "Yes!"
     I sighed, standing, "Goodbye, kid."
     He just grinned with that toothy gap between his teeth, the picture of adorable. I shook my head. The kid was crazy.
-Anevay

Life just isn't fair--for kids

So today I got a hundred percent on my math test, and that never happens. Ever. I bragged about it to my parents for all of five minutes, though--so I must not have been that proud, but hey, I deserve something for the effort I put in, right?
     Apparently not.
     I've been asking my dad to either order this one movie for me or take me to Blockbuster--either way. But he's always 'working.' Sheesh. Dads. (Totally kidding. I love my dad.)
     This was how the conversation went.
     "Hey, daddy!"
     "Hm."
     "How about to celebrate that hundred on my math test we go to Blockbuster and get that movie I wanna see?"
     His response? No, he didn't laugh at me, but it was pretty close.
     He chucked a tissue at me.
     That's gross and insulting.
     Without a word, he turned and headed back downstairs to his office. "Is that a no?" I called back to him. With an obvious 'yeah, it is' huff/laugh from his lips, he disappeared downstairs.
     Sigh. It was worth a try.
     Don't you think I should have been rewarded with that movie? I really want to see it! For, ah, embarrassing purposes--I mean privacy purposes--I won't tell you what movie it is, but I really wanna see it! Trust me, it's not bad--just weird, but I want to see it so bad!
    Alas, kids are never treated fairly. And technically I'm not even a kid!
     Go figure.
-Anevay

Show-ups

Have you ever had someone challenge you about your relationship with someone? Like, they try to show you up by telling you they're closer to someone than you are? I had one of those really obnoxious experiences today...

I hated it when people tried to be show-ups.
     Show-ups are people who try to show you up by saying they're better than you, comparing themselves to you in various ways to show you up. Thus the term: show-ups. Kind of like kiss-ups, but those are different--a story for another time.
     So you all remember my unofficial mentor 'Sister Lister' even if it doesn't seem that way to her--I look up to her, you know? I'm realistic. I know we're not that close. I don't try to be.
     Anyway--there's this kid (we'll call him Marc), who keeps pestering me about my novel. I was writing in class today and when this other guy saw my writing (only four pages, just by the way), he said: "Whoa! Are you writing a novel?" and he said it kind of mockingly, like 'why are you writing...?'
     Some people don't get the whole 'writing for fun' concept.
     Marc (the obnoxious one) butts in with a stupid grin and says, "Yeah, she is. It's on her flashdrive."
     I ignored them, but they kept waiting expectantly, so I said, very slowly, "Yes, I am." Closing my notebook in the process, I stood, but Marc wasn't done yet.
     He kept talking to the guy next to him, though it was obviously meant for me to hear. "Lister is gonna publish it."
     I just rolled my eyes. Lister was no publisher, as awesome as she was. As I put my things away, I said somewhat jokingly: "I'm Lister's 'protege,'" with finger quotations around 'protege.'
     Marc, of course, had to jump on that train too (though maybe I was asking for it--he didn't have to say it). His tawny eyes alight, he said, "I bet I'm closer to Lister than you."
     That made me a little angry. His point was? I knew how close I was to Lister--as I said, I'm realistic. Do I care? Do I look like I care? Nope! Sure don't, Marc. I got over the fight about being Lister's 'favorite' a long time ago. Obviously you haven't.
     I just ignored him, but he had to press it, seeing my annoyance. "I went to Lister's birthday party."
     "That's weird," the guy next to him commented.
     That was weird, even by my standards. I wouldn't want to go to a teacher's birthday party--I mean, awkward much? Even as cool as some teachers were, that would be just plain weird.
     I didn't even bother answering. I just walked away, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. That was one conversation I didn't need to continue.

So, my advice for today... show-ups? Thanks for trying (NOT), but back off and keep your comments to yourself. Thanks much!
-Anevay