Braces

Braces are a terrible thang aren't they? I hate them. Fusing metal to the only exposed bones in our bodies so that they align perfectly straight for perfect chomping on the rotting carcass of a vegetable or animal.

Turns out, getting them off is more painful than getting them on. Now that the metal has sat on the exposed bones is being ripped off manually. Ripped off. Very painful, but very relieving.

The impressions are awful as always, and I only threw up during the third. Not my fault. It was a gag reflex. Still gross though. 

Having my braces off is absolutely amazing, and the retainers are very annoying. My tounge is being cut up from the 1mm plastic covering both sides of my teeth and my lisp is hilarious.

Haha. The lisp. S, F, Ph are almost impossible. Consistency sound more like con-si-in-cy. It's hilarious. 

Now I'm just messing around on here because I'm bored. Maybe this blog will become famous somehow and then I can laugh at all theses "no cares" post. I'm not really writing about anything, and that's probably why nobody reads this. It's so weird that this blog is public, but it actually feel private. Who knows. Maybe people do read this and are rising up against me. That would be funny. A bunch of angry people storming my school demanding more posts. How laughable.

Nobody Seems to Care, and Neither Do I

Hello there. My keyboard seems to be missing, but it still works. This is hilarious. Sorry that I don't keep up this blog anymore, or ever. If you want to keep up with me, just follow me on Wattpad. ARainDragon. Sorry, but I'm not really a blogger, if you can tell. 😄

Frozen

Right before Elsa freezes stuff. Where are they looking? And how are some not
noticing?

I love this too. The big fight. I'm curious how the ppl in blue, are they looking?

Look how much attention the Rooster has attracted. :)

Poor Anna. The Duke is a very weird dancer...

Even though it is considered spring, it's kind of funny to be thinking about Frozen, but I am an obsessed with it. You see this photo? I love it. I love doing this!

How often have you done this???

Haha

Almost a year later, off. By one day, I still haven't finished typing my novel. How exciting. All I did in the past year was realize that I have joined so many ransoms, with an introduction to Pinterest. That is probably why I haven't finished typing NightWatcher. I'm watching the per-game show of the Superbowl right now. Big whoop. I'm in High school now. What an amazing feat. I now have more than one teacher. Lots of adjustment. I've already participated in HS volleyball, basketball, and when soccer season comes around... Oh boy, I can't wait.

Type

I think I've read somewhere that some dreams literally tug your conscience into making that dream happen. This tug is alive in me right now. To type my novel. To make it better. To make it readable. To make it flow like water over a child's hands. To make the reader to not want to put it down. This is my dream. To make people wait in line for books. To come back for more. To talk to those libraries to ask them for more books. This makes them happy. I want to inflict this dream of mine to others that THEY can write a novel. That writing is fun. That the art of storytelling is like trees for fish. I want even them to believe that not all books are terrible. Like Rick Riordan. He wants reluctant readers to learn that not all books are terrible. For book worms who can trudge through the most dull book just to see the ending. This may not make any sense. Probably not at all to some. I revel in confusion. In those facial expressions. There are so many books ideas in my head that I know are there now that I've have written a novel. So many ideas. I simply must start. As so many of those beginner authors. The best place to start, is at the beginning, then to trudge through the swamp to the end, where the glory is. Where the happiness for some is. I know that this road is tough. I know that it's going to be tougher than I've ever thought. But these ideas in my head. They need to be shown. To be known. They may not catch like fire right away. Maybe never. But it's possible. I hope I'm prepared for failure, and can learn from it. But I will accept victory if it comes.

Books

You know how I've mentioned that I simply can't get enough of books. Well, my lovely teacher suggested one afternoon to start a book review thing. Because I have so much time. It's a good idea. I just don't know whether I want to do that. I do. But I don't know whether I'd actually do it often. I read so many books. That review thing would be full very quick. Plus, I'd still have to do all the books that I remember reading. Rangers apprentice, happy potter, Artemis fowl, Triskellion, fullmetal, yotsuba, Hikaru no go, so many books to spread my comments on. Just doing ,y bookshelf would be a lot of work. Am I ready for that? I don't know. But I'm going to think on it. If I get a new blog, then the problem with the no skipping lines thing wouldn't be there. Boy! I can't believe I forgot to mention Percy Jackson! I'm so sorry. But if I did book reviews, I'd probably be a better writer, so maybe I should do it. Hmmm. I think about it while I take a shower. Bye bye

Bad Day

Yeah. Today has been a bad day. A very bad day. Not the worst. But pretty negative. From teachers, to subs, to just frustration and the urge to rip out some tounges. (Not that I actually did it or anything) I finished my novel. I'm super excited about that. Now I've done a little typing. I dislike it. Very much. Plus, I don't make much time for it at all. Which saddens me. Maybe if I'm sick enough during a school day, I can type. If I'm really bored. You can only watch so many commercials. I like this font a lot. Typewriters interest me. I would use better words, but I can't spell them at all. So I'm downgrading to less sophisticated types of words. At least soccer sign up is soon. And soccer. Yeah! Volleyball practice was fun too. Those are my favorite two sports. I've been sick, but not sick enough to stay home. Northerners have to be tough. Plus I like school. Except for today Gotta go bye