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