Living for the memory

Being young is all about making memories, right? Well, I seized the moment. Sitting around a fountain, I stayed in place as it sprayed water. Cold...such cold water >.<. And ignoring the fact that everybody thought I was crazy, I stayed until the end. (Because I took into account that diving in and collecting all the coins would probably result in too much trouble, this was the best I could do o.O). Sadly, I faced all those small complications later on. I was freezing for the rest of the day, all my clothes were wet, and I probably caught a cold, as this hammering headache is telling me. But all of that is completely justified when I say, hey, it was fun! And now I have another story to tell when I'm a crazy, rambling eighty year old :P.

Realization

On my way to IHOP the other day, I saw one of my friends from last year, Brandon. When I saw him, I noticed how I tend to drift apart from my friends over time. And with that, I get a feeling of melancholy because I know that I will probably lose my friends, or at least the ones that don't end up going to my high school.
So i intend on enforcing a new goal on myself. Over the next four years, I'll try to get together as often as possible with my old friends, and stay in contact. And I really hope I'm able to do this, because four years from now I don't want to have lost everything that I have now.

Friends and brownies =D

Usually, it's completely futile to argue with my mom over letting friends come over. But every now and then, a great excuse comes along, and this one happened to be a school presentation (Thanks Ms. Napoli!)
And with enough persuasion, I succeeded in convincing my mom to let me invite Taylor over! We barely got any work done, and pretty much only bought food for the presentation (and ate half of it). But hours flied by, along with "carajo land" and "conspiracy" jokes, and throwing ideas back and forth.
I'm probably the only person in the world that's actually happy to be doing a school project, but then again the bulk of it revolves around food. (Food -> first sign that I actually contributed something.)
*Realizes that this entry is completely all over the place and is leading to nothing* Long story short, junk food is the most important component of any diet, and conspiracy theories are a conspiracy formed by the government!

Good bye intense, cutting, frosty weather

In my book, Winter is finally over! More specifically, I define the end of winter as not stepping into huge piles of snow, but rather breaking into a sweat upon going through the front door.
So, to celebrate this long-due seasonally weather, I took the time to go to the park. And while this might not seem like a great task, my parents found it amazing that I actually passed up playing video games to go outside...*ponders self's anti-socialism*...and I have no idea what they meant when they said so :P.
Now my favorite part of going to the park is getting on the swings. And I accompanied my sister and brother in law along with my niece to the smaller of two parks near my house, which only had two swings. And of course, with five year olds running all over the place, the swings were taken. And with my very nice decision of not "persuading" these kids to get off the swings, I watched my niece sit in the baby seat instead =D.(Picture to the left.)

A huge disappointment

After patiently waited for about a year, i got what I wished for last week: the next Vampire Diaries book, Shadow Souls. After reading the fifth book in the series, I wasn't exactly satisfied, and hoped that the sixth would be much better. Simply stated, I was wrong. The series to a fast down-turn after the original four books, which were written in the early 1990's. But the fifth book, which was written in 2009, seemed to eager to meet the standards set by the other books that became popular. *cough* Twilight *cough* The series took a whole new turn, became repetitive and overall monotonous. The characters became more innocent, none of them held up their previous enigmas edge. L.J. Smith truly disappointing me with Shadow Souls, the personalities of the characters deteriorated from their original stance. The plot was just bearable, but forcefully stretched out to 600 pages. Previously, the books would have me hooked, eagerly turning each page and I would finish each book in a matter of hours. In other words, this book was an epic fail.
Nevertheless, I will still be looking forward to the release of Midnight, simply for the sake of continuing what I have already begun. I don't doubt that Midnight will turn out to be an even greater disappointment than Shadow Souls.

For a lack of words, here are a few thousand

Here's a few pictures to describe what's been going on over the course of the week:

R.I.P. Mr. Donohue

We all have teachers that we care about. Teachers that understand, teachers that we connect to and make our days brighter. It's a sad thing when someone that we have grown so attached to passes away.
Connor Donohue will forever remain in my memories as one of my favorite teachers in all time. Even irreplaceable. No one can for see death, and we can only hope that this day we share with the people around us is not the last. I can shed many tears, have shed many tears, but nothing can change the fact that he's gone. But may he rest in peace, the 24-year-old soul that so tragically passed away yesterday. R.I.P. Mr. Donohue, who I will never forget.

Carol's back

Carol is my older sister that goes to Brockport and yesterday she came back home for break. When she's away to college, you might catch me saying I miss her and want her to come back already. But when she's here, you will definitely see me going crazy wishing for her to go back to college.
But, right now, I guess it isn't too bad. In a few days, things will change and we'll be going for each others throats. But here's to hoping that we don't fight (yeah right). I already know that as long as she stays, a great deal of black-mail and bribing will take place, and a lot of anger will be in the air. But, hey, that's what sisters are for.

A weekend of Stress and fun

Day after day this whole week, I stayed after school working hard in Science Olympiad, in preparation for the competition this Saturday. Right off the bat, we had a rough start, being automatically disqualified from three events because one of the students didn't get there on time. We were already sure that we wouldn't win any awards. This was only reinforced when one of my events, trajectory, was disqualified. With four events knocked down, morally was extremely low.
No one even wanted to attend the awards ceremony.
By the end, we were wonderfully surprised, winning medals left and right. I recieved a 5th place medal for the event that I was in (which I consider really good since I never practiced for it). But, again, we had not done four events, knocking down any hope we had of winning a trophy. The top four teams would move on to the state championship. So none of us could believe it when we won fourth place. Next stop: state championship

A Change of Pace

I used to go to a program called Prep for Prep, which is where I first encountered forensic science. After doing multiple mock labs in which I tested fake blood, fake hair strands, finger prints and other materials, I took a great interest in it. I declared that I would be a forensic scientist.
Now, three years later, I'm thinking it through. Just because I liked doing the mock labs doesn't mean I'm actually good at it. And thinking about my past troubles in science, I decided to pursue a new dream.
Because of my love for analyzing things, and figuring out puzzles, I decided to pursue psychology. But criminology has always appealed to me, and I wouldn't want to stray to far from that path. When I get to college (Even though that's over four years from now...) I want to take a course in criminal psychology and criminal justice. And, as I had planned all along, I'll major right away, spending my eight years in college consecutively (Because I want to get rid of school once and for all).
So maybe I'll change my mind from now to then, but for now this is my mindset.

Trip to the dentist

Is it weird that I actually like going to the dentist? I mean, who doesn't love those small tooth-paste bottles and the small tooth brushes?! You know, it's not all that bad once you get passed the fact that they stick needles and drill into your mouth...
Well, on a different note, my favorite part of going to the dentist is that it means I'm one month closer to getting my braces taken off ^.^. But I almost forgot that I had an appointment today and was chewing gum until I got there, and they lectured me on why I shouldn't chew gum. Well, I learned my lesson: Always spit out the gum at least an hour before you go to the dentist. I won't be making the same mistake again.
So my braces are going to be taken off in a few months *Happy dance*! And although that might seem like a long time, it's nothing compared to the two years I've endured of being a metal mouth. So, here's to hoping they come off soon! Then it's back to the six-month visits and the cool baggies of dentist stuff! (<- For lack of a better word)

Snow Day

There are many things I love about having no school. Sleeping in late, for one (probably everyone's top pick). The beautiful sight of the snow (from outside my window, because I wouldn't go outside for anything in the world). But really, I love staying home and spend time with my niece, Samary.
Usually, I don't get much time when my niece. I get home around 6:30, which quickly turns to 9:00 after I eat and do homework. And small errands and chores take up my time until i go to bed, around 10:00. Because of this, I really only get to play with Samary a few minutes in between, when I find the time.
But today, I seized the chance and I've spent every minute since I awoke with my niece (but let's just say I didn't wake up too early...). She laughs at anything, and rarely cries. Her smiles make my day that much brighter. And although she's only six months old, she's really smart and is beginning to understand when you talk to her. I wouldn't give up a day with her for the world.

Anticipation

Don't you just hate it when you know something's going to happen, but all you can do is lay in wait? Well, I do. I'd much rather be surprised than knowing and doing nothing.
So, here's the situation: I'm going to send out a story to Chicken Soup for the Soul. I've hardly began the story, and already I'm scared of the response. I think I just may develop a phobia of rejection because of this...
But at least I tried. All I can do now is twiddle my thumbs and wait...
Okay the wait is killing me! I'll never last long enough to actually get the response.

It starts with understanding

What I hate most is when people say that a child does not know what love is, as if love was some mysterious concept that is only understood when entering adulthood. Although I wouldn't be caught dead saying that I love someone, it doesn't mean I don't experience it.
Because there's always the small crushes, the people that you begin to babble unintelligibly around, or maybe just shut up as to not say anything stupid. And there is always the people that make you blush, the people that make you suddenly shy.
And there's always that one person. The only one that somehow stayed with you for many years, the one that you drew near to. The one that makes you cry out of jealously, the one you can't stop thinking about, the one you don't want to stop thinking about.
So, the next person to say that love is too complicated for someone so young to understand is incredibly wrong. Because love has many interpretations, the people that think no one else understands it actually do not understand it themselves.

Just another day

You know, I could say that I had one of the best days of my life, and point out all the great things that happened. But to tell the truth, today was really plain. Nothing really special happened, and yet I'm writing this blog. You may ask, why, there's nothing special about a boring blog. But that's just it, nothing's really special about every day. And there would really be no point in lying. So, why don't I spend the rest of the blog telling you about myself?
I'm currently an eighth grade student. So yeah, there won't be any exciting stories about traveling abroad. Just stories of a normal school day...Actually, those just may entertain you. Because when I say "normal"...let's just say our books most likely have completely different definitions.
But, for the sake of keeping up with the traditional idea of a blog, I have to say that the brightest point of my day was almost toward the end of my school day. My homeroom teacher called me over and introduced the idea of starting a blog to me. And well, it's safe to say I took her up on that offer, and here I am.
So, if you have read up to here (I'm truly amazed, by the way), that means you have enjoyed reading thus far. But if this has been just another read, I can't guarantee you'll like future blogs. Because this isn't my land for fantasy, this is my page for venting and expressing. If you decide to keep on reading, I appreciate it! But to those who don't, I don't mind.