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.