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The awkward little boy ran home from school, burst straight through the door and into his mother's arms, crying.

"Come here baby, tell Mama all about it," cooed his mother.

"The- the kids a- at school k-keep picking at me," he said through sobs beginning to quiet down. "They always call me weird and other ugly names and say that I- I'm not - NORMAL!"

He began to bawl again.

"Sweetheart," said his mother warmly. "What is normal?"

"I-I don't know, Mother," He sniffled. "I assume it's when everyone likes you and doesn't want to tease you. I assume it's everything I'm not!"

He started to cry some more.

"Nuh uh, baby," said his mom sternly, but gently just the same. "That's not normal at all, at least not by my definition. You see, normal changes standards when you go from person to person. Did you know that, baby?"

"N- No Ma'am," he stammered softly.

"I didn't think so. Don't you go worrying about what these kids think about you, Hun, because normal by their standards is nothing but conformity. And who wants to waste their lives being ordinary anyway?"

The boy hugged his mom and went upstairs to reflect on this epiphany. The weekend passed by and when it came time to go to school he went happily with his chin up, proud. The kids did as they pleased, just because they could and taunted the poor boy fruitlessly.

They asked him why he wasn't being such a big stinking baby about it this time.

"Because I don't care; you're being silly and ignorant," his reply. "I'd rather be abnormal any day then be cruel and boring, like you. Who'd want to exist, without essence...?"

That's All Folks!

Yeah... I even got to enter it. Did I blog why I thought I wouldn't be able to? I think I did... well... I got to enter it. I'm very proud of myself, to be honest. Why? Because, I took a risk. I put myself out there to be judged on my skill and my story, to win or to lose. That's something I never would have done before. I'd think that if I didn't enter, I wasn't losing. But, I was. For not taking the opportunity. All of the missed opportunities... wasted chances....wasted moments... Wasted life. I'm ready to start living =o

May not be so big of a risk... but what's that phrase?

The journey of 1000 miles starts with just one step...

Yeah, I think that was it :)

Well, win or lose, I'm proud of myself for entering, and for actually finishing the story. I got such good feedback<3

Mi papa actually said I was good, and it was good, not just content but format as well... my mom... oh boy she had loads of great things to say, and the story actually made her cry! H.G. yeah he had good things to tell me too.. then Alex! My pen pal editing buddy<3 She had some good stuffs in there too =o

I need to find somewhere else to post it... like this blog here!- to get unbiased feedback... Well, I know of course Alex would be honest with me...we aren't related, neither are H.G. and I but he might be a bit biased... mm... I dunno... maybe... We'll just wait til I produce a big stinker to find out. XD! That'll be so much fun...

Anywho, constructive criticism, please. Being real and being an ASS are two entirely different things, that's something some people don't really understand. (almost went into a rant that would include some things from the bible but decided otherwise. I get to stay home from school today, so I need to hurry up and eat breakfast so I can take my braids down and then get back to writing!)

Have a great Friday!!!

Love, Peace and Happiness!~

It's Love - H.G. part three

I shuffled throughout this torturous day until I got to my most dreaded English-Literature class. This was the class of the teacher that showed no mercy, the teacher who rode me the most. She claimed it was because I had potential and needed to reach it. That seemed like a load of garbage. Maybe she just hates me… Teacher assigned a very important assignment to us, due today, and my god-brother shredded it. We were to define true beauty. Weeks of hard work wasted. What was to become of me after this class, I didn’t know but I suspected I would cease to exist.
My untimely demise was but a staircase away. I went up, up, up to the land of doom and got as far as the corner hallway before I completely broke down. I sat there wallowing in self pity, thinking about what I could do next or if I should just ditch and run home.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you, girl?”My best friend caught up with me. We have no classes together this year, but we’re in the same hallway for some periods. I almost completely forgot. “You look kind of rough.” When he asked again, I proceeded to spill the beans.
“Wow,” He said. “Really crappy time you’re having. Come with me…” He took my hand and walked me into my classroom. My heart sped up just a bit as he walked me up to my teacher, and reached to tap her shoulder.
“Miss?” I anticipated her turning around and giving us the riot act.
She turned to see who was bugging her at the moment when she could be doing so many more important things, as usual, then paused for a minute to observe my unsightliness. My friend began to explain my situation for me, becoming late for his own class. Times of any difficulty can be easier to go through, when you’ve got a friend.
“Oh dear… Oh my… Honey, I’m very sorry. What an awful series of events. I’ll schedule an appointment with your parents to have a chat about this god-brother of yours. You,” She wheeled on my best friend. “Thank you so much for coming to me and for helping out your friend. Bless her heart, she’s so shy, she never would have said a thing. I’ll want to reward you, somehow…”
“Listen, sweetheart,” she said to me. “As for your assignment, I think I can grant you an extension just this once. Come with me to the office, we’ll find some fresh clothes that you can wear for the rest of the day, and on the way home. We can talk more, if you’d like. Things aren’t as bad as they seem…”
I began to see my teacher just a little bit clearer today….
We walked down the hall to the office, my teacher, my best friend; he still hadn’t let go of my hand yet. My teacher decided to write him a pass to stay with us for the rest of the period.
Strangeness floated about in the air that I haven’t felt in too long of a while. It radiated from both my teacher and my best friend, and flowed over me in waves. It was all that was amiable, seraphic, and wonderful. It was right, it was hope. It was love, care, and compassion.
Beauty is……

It's Love - H.G. part two

As soon as I stepped out of the door headed to my eight hour daily prison, thunder and lightning struck simultaneously. I ran back inside searching fruitlessly for someone to give me a ride until I remembered that anyone able to take me was gone by now. It’s why I was walking this morning. I walked back outside, into the storm with my cheap umbrella. Just as soon as my feet touched pavement a furious wind blew. My umbrella flipped inside out and tore irreparably. It’s like the storm has it in for me, too.
I got soaked and jumbled walking the entire journey from home to school in the pouring rain. The wind started blowing fiercely again. My clothes got tattered, my hair went wild; I was covered in mud. Beautiful, friggin’ beautiful, I thought. I found I was late for school by the time I reached it. Fighting the wind made the walk take longer than usual.
“Late again, are you?” said the A.P who met me in student affairs. “That’s 3 days already, Miss. You know the rules. I’ll be seeing you in detention. Now get to class.”
I scuttled away with my tail between my legs.
“W-what in the…” Sputtered the often cross custodian. “I’ve been breaking my back all day to keep this place looking nice for you brats and this is how I am repaid?! Look what you’ve done to my freshly mopped floors, little girl! Get out of here, now.”
I looked down at the floor and saw the mud tracks I’d made and was instantly shamed. Everywhere I go, I’m just causing somebody a problem, I thought. I muttered my scrambled apologies and ran off to class, the janitors voice following me all the way down the hall about how I was still making tracks on his precious floors. I missed my first class by now. Every period that followed was filled with odd looks, insensitive remarks from teachers, and cruel jokes and complaints from my peers. It wasn’t enough that I was embarrassed on my own, and smelled worse than anything I could have ever imagined.

It's Love - H.G. part one

I woke up. Everything has been downhill for a while. I could hope for a brighter day but it’d be in vain. My mom always said that assuming the worst gets you exactly that but hoping for the best never gets me anywhere either. Today didn’t seem like it’d be a good day anyway. When it went into play, I found that I was right. As soon as I reached my closet to pick out the day’s school clothes, I knew it for sure. All of my clothes were strewn all over the place and covered in assorted paints from the garage and art room. Payback from my god-brother, I suppose. He’s been spending the majority of his stay with us being furious, and taking his aggressions out on me. Couldn’t possibly have anything to do with how I accidently mentioned to his girlfriend how he wanted to break up, but would wait until he found someone better. Me and my big mouth, they broke up before he got a chance to find someone new.

“You’ll pay for this one,” He swore revenge, ever so lightly. “When you least expect it.”

After that, I spent every moment on my toes and watching my back, waiting for him to strike. The waiting was torture enough, so much that I thought that would be his decided punishment. No. He took it up a level. I sat on the floor not knowing what to do when I noticed little bits of shredded paper lying all around.

“I told you I’d get you,” He said from around the corner. Must have heard my shriek and came running to gloat. “This is a whole new ball game, Dorothy; you’re not in Kansas anymore. Don’t mess with me.”

He certainly got me and my little homework too. I had no clue one could be so evil. What an extreme thing to do, especially to family, all for a girl he doesn’t like or care about. That hurts. I picked up the least splattered of items and threw them on. Just my luck they didn’t match. Not the clothes or the stains. I was a hot mess, a hot painted mess.

It's Love - H.G.

That would be the title of my "Beauty is..." entry for the reflections program. Prepare for the installments please. Can't give it all at once because it's 3 pages. I'll try to make it as easy to read as I can, loves! Hope you enjoy...

Reflections. What is BEAUTY?

Yeah so...

During my first few weeks of school, I didn't want to sit in the cafeteria, being new there and a lil chicken shit... So I would wander around and try to spend the least amount of time in there possible. One day I walked up to a table and started chatting the lady up about whatever she was doing over there, just getting her to talk forever, making her think I was interested just so I wouldn't have to go sit down in the cafeteria...then I actually became interested O.o

So, I resolved to enter in the reflections program and answer the prompt for this year "beauty is..."

As I was thinking of how to answer that, I thought of mariH <=== backwards Can words even express why? Well... I went through some failed ideas and didn't really get started on it until the end of September and beginning of October. Then... I thought of something else... and the end result just had mariH written all over it. It was beautiful, to me. So, I wrote the short story, and finished it the same day. Then kept on changing it and perfecting it up until tonight. It's due tomorrow. I guess. The story... made my mommy cry. She's usually only sappy for movies and heartfelt tales and was surprised a short story (and one i'd written, i think) had made her tear up like that... She thought it was great, and really enjoyed it... I let mariH read it... he really appreciated it too... says I've got some kind of skill or something... but... ehh I do appreciate all they've said :) Makes me feel gooooood! XDD But.. I've got loads to learn!!!!! I was wondering whether I should put it on here. I wonder who would like to read it? It's 3 pages, so I guess I could give it to ye in installments... small ones... and not all rushed...that way you aren't all tired out and miserable hehehe XDD BTW, sorry for this novel of a post. Anyways... I called the woman a few weeks ago and asked her when it was due, she said October 20th. That's tomorrow. I was worried for a minute that she meant you had to turn it in before the 20th, although that's plausible, it's really silly because they never posted the date anywhere or old anyone. It's not on any of the forms. Well... I'm not worried anymores! I know, that if God wills it, then I'll be turning it in tomorrow, but if not then it wasn't meant for me to turn it in this time. I still say, though...that I learned something from this experience and enjoyed writing this story. Although I would like to take a risk and submit this piece to be judged.... I'm happy that I just wrote it and finished it :)

Dueces!

Let's be honest, here. I'm a person that LOVES cereal. The "cereal queen" some have said. My problem is that it just gets too DANG soggy. The only cereal I can eat when soggy is Rice Krispies but that's another store. This is a handy little invention I came by today that eliminates the problem of having nasty, soggy cereal.

How does it work?

See that little shelf in there?! The majority of your cereal gets poured on top of that, and just sits there in all of its crunchy goodness. You pour in your milk and most of it goes underneath the shelf, while there is this little area in the side of the bowl (that's just a half view up there, if you couldn't tell...) where your milk and cereal mix. And get this! Only a little bit mixes at a time, so all of your cereal stays fresh until you're ready to eat it!

But wait, there's more! This lil thing is only 8 dollars.. Now that's trippy! But... how well does it work?

I will sooon find out ;)


GEARFUSE

Mmm... I wonder

If I can manage to crank out 20 posts before December. I know that may not seem like much (because it isn't) and it didn't use to be much to me.. but if you've noticed my amount of blogging has seemed to slip.......


wasteland!

20...worthwhile posts. by December. Should I take the challenge?

If I make it, then I will announce why I did this on December 3oth.

Yes, specifically December 3oth. You can either do some digging and find out why now, or you can be patient and wait for December 3oth... that is if you care XD

20 worthwhile posts. That's not to say that if I reach more than 20 and some of them are worthwhile while some aren't then I'll do whatever on December 30th... I'm just going to make every post worth it, and on days where I can't, then I'll just... not post =o

Oh wait... It might be less then 20... darn... that will shorten it.

Well... If I do whatever before December 3oth, then we'll just have two 'special' days! :)'

Hope you're having a good morning, bloggers and blog readers =DDDD

They ate it

My cooking, that is.

I realize that that is the last thing I blogged about.... 8 days ago. Sorry! I haven't really felt that there was anything I should post about. Right now I should be finishing up the American history review and then seeing if there is any other home work I need to do before Monday. My entire weekend was wasted. Well... not exactly :)

I spent Friday night and well into Saturday morning talking on SKYPE to a very.... *searches for best fitting word* .... wonderful? extraordinary? splendifforic? BINGO! - a very splendifforic person. annnnd then I slept my entire Saturday away. BOGUS.

I woke up at 11 and I've been up to this point in time that it is right now :S

I've also been procrastinating. I've gotten no writing done, and I have not finished this review. I feel highly ashamed. What can I do to change this pattern? I need some sort of structure or something. I continue to grow, yet still I regress. I cannot stop the procrastination. Can anyone be of some sort of help, that I may better manage my time???

Annnnywho! How have you all been? What's been going on? And... IF you choose to answer... no lame answers of "fine" or "not much"

an actual answer would be much appreciated! small talk stinks :)

<======= that was a link, by the way!

Cocinar para mi familia

Sorry... i can't yet conjugate in the past tense. I SUCK at spanish o.o

Also... I cooked for my family earlier... My parents were asleep though so they told me to save it for them... (they won't eat it)

my brother ate it though...and liked the chicken (i hope)

but man... i kind of messed up the stuffing >.> Neither one of us tried to eat it... mighta been too much water...it was all mushy :S

but it got straight after a minute... (Still aint eat it)


And... and...! I set up my online banking thingy that i probably should have done months ago. or month... either or... And when i finally figured out how to make the page show my other savings account, i saw that 5 bucks had been removed from that account on 9/30/9

o.O...

How, why? My first thought was maybe my parents did it for some reason... but... they wouldn't need to... So I called and they said it was a service fee and that he could link my savings to checkings so there'd be no service fee... wonder why they would charge that to me 3-4 days ago when i set the account up so long ago... Anyways, enough boredom!

School is... silly. I shouldn't be surprised at the overwhelming immaturity and ignorance, though. Wonder what I should do... Been handling it well though, when trouble arises and I'm involved. Never lasts for more than five minutes... its really funny though how it actually means something to the opposite person involved. I just want to scream out in all of their faces. "YOU'RE LEAVING HIGH SCHOOL VERY SOON! SOME OF YOU IN LESS THAN A YEAR!!!! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU ARE STILL IN GRADE SCHOOL?! GROW THE KCUF UP." Mmm... Maybe I should o.o... If something else should ever happen....

something silly happened...

....this morning when i was again using this app to blog at school. connection problem, and it didnt all get sent. oh well! have a great day, bloggers =)

that song by priscilla renea...

really fits right now. its surprising. you sing to the love songs, then you are them. bizarre! i would very much like to sing out right now, but im still not de-shelled yet >.> and a dude from my first period class is sitting across the hall from me right now. people are starting to walk in. its getting to be about that time for everyone to arrive at school...class should start in maybe 30 minutes and next week is an early day! (wednesday.) i'd probably have tried to leave you with something less boring to read but im typing this out on my phone right now. also, it would have been a novel and although im typing so much