Wednesday, December 11, 2013

We're home!

Yeah, we've been home for awhile, but I've been too lazy to post about it. Heck, I've been too lazy to write about our Saint Nicholas day… But I'll do that now. Actually, I'm still too lazy, so I'll just copy and paste what I sent to a friend… Give me a mo…
I got my brother a Predacon transformer called Hun-Gurrr, and my little sister a scrap load of beads. 1000, to be exact, I think. I got Hawk a motorcycle transformer, named Flamewar, a femme Decepticon, who seems to be repaint of Arcee, which is sort of irritating, but then, the Prowl action figure is just a repaint of the Smokescreen one, so… yeah.
hawk has Smoke -- this is my slight jealousy face -- and a Predacon called Twinstrike, and my bro has Prowl, and (just recently) a Predacon called Hun-Gurrr, and an Autobot called Trailbreaker or something like that (from Hawk for St. Nick's day). And also my bro has larger, movie transformers (Ratchet, Barricade and Devastator). Anyway, I'm getting a BIT off topic here, typical me.
I love my family. This is the stuff I received from them! :3
There is actually a really interesting story behind the gift on the lower left corner. It's sort of weird, but Hawk and I only bought each other our gifts at the last moment. Yesterday to be exact. We both knew that we wanted to get each other a Transformer, so we had to take turns. It took me a scrap load of time, and also 'discrete' asking of Hawk, but I finally chose her Flamewar for her. I bought it, and hung about while waiting for her. She kept on calling me back and asking stuff like, did you get me a Decepticon (yes) and if I had one already (no; only Bumblebee). When she did buy it, I begged her for a hint.
She simply said it was a Decepticon, and high matinance. Ok, so my first thought was Knock Out simply because I'm pretty sure he's said that before, and he would sound awesome doing it, but there were no Knock Out toys anyway (except for über expensive ones) and Hawk said there were none, otherwise she would have gotten one for me. She also said it wasn't Breakdown, which was my second guess (because Breakdown connects to Knock Out).

Me: Well, what do you mean by 'High matinance'?
Hawk: Um…
Me: Like, is it level two in transformation level? Like, will it be hard to transform?
Hawk: The mech himself is high matinance.
Me: Like… the character is?
Hawk: Yes.
Me: Like, in the his personality high matinance, or hard to take care of high matinance, or hard to put up with high matinance?
Hawk: All three at once, I think.

By then, I was mostly thinking Predaking.

Hawk: And his voice is one of the highest on our list of favorites.

Yes, we have a list of favorite voices, please don't make that sound creepy. Knock Out is at the top, because his voice is awesome smooth creepy British, and Starscream is a close second. Predaking's voice is also somewhere higher on the list. So then, I was stuck between Starscream and Predaking.
It drove me absolutely crazy for a good long while, until I unwrapped my present today (Hawk did her's from me at the same time) and we both had the same reaction: "I KNEW IT!"
Fun fun, crazy fun. Happy Saint Nick's day!
I've come up against an interesting phenomenon. It's totally easy to transform Starscream once you got the first hang of it, and I'm very stubborn in a way that says 'Chillax, I got this. I don't need to read the instructions'… I wrestled with him for a full thirty or so minutes (exaggeration) before finally following the instructions. And I found out while trying to fold up the instructions again that you need instructions to fold the instructions… They're in the trash now.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

A cremeus kakeus

A rarely seen creature seen in its natural habitat

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Subconscious echoes

I've just realized that the title of this post has given me a short story idea. Anyway, I'm writing a short story (maybe 'short' is kind of stretching it… it's not a novel, but it isn't only three pages long either), and there might be a moment when the main character falls into unconsciousness, and listening to the echoes of events that happened during the story (before coming dramatically back to consciousness in the hospital or something). I like those moments inside movies. They're really cool.

"I, Tobias Stine, promise not to tell mom what you did…"
"…why can't you see me be a baseball killer?"
"No, no! My parents!"
"…you're the man of the house now."
"You promised! You brother promised!"
"Shut up!"
"I'm so sorry, Wolf…"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"What, should I just throw him away? I can't do that! I promised!"
"It's just a scratch, Toby."
"…I think he might be being bullied."
"Whatever you say, Tobias."
"What kind of guardian does that make you?"
"I hate this! They won't leave me alone!"
"I know it's not just a game, Wolfie. But sometimes, you just need to treat some things as such."
"Sorry, kid. No college, no future."
"You've never lost your parents! You've never had to watch over someone, trying to act like one, with Social Services watching over your shoulder!"
"I'm too much trouble…
"Back. Off."

I'll just leave you guys with this. And figure it out.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

An improvised movie… (part two)

Alex looks incredulously as Jethro says something stupid.

An improvised running scene, take one…

Improvisation really means improvisation… (Argument scene, take two)

Someone can't contain their laughter any longer. (Argument scene, take four)

Craig is just begging to for the director's wrath… (Tripping scene, take four)
And nearly suffers it…

Alex Queene is boss.

Jackson Quickshot finding the… the… the… Legendary Jewel of Fire!

Zane Ninja dancing his joy in finding the Jewel of Ice.

'The Legendary Staff of Awesomeness!?'


'I didn't expect that to work…'


An improvised movie… (part one)

Starring James as Jackson Quickshot…

Brandt and Dove as Zane Ninja and Charlotte Jewel…

Lion and Lené as Jethro Storm and Alexis 'Alex' Queene.

All together, an archaeology team hunting for jewels that look suspiciously like footballs.

James finds the frustrations of acting…
Forgetting one's lines…
And horrible improvisation…

Alexis and her 'worst enemy'.

Charlotte gets volunteered for a dangerous task.

Brandt acting up to his character's last name.

Dove finds joy in frustrating the director.
(And one of the actors is almost injured).
Craig, who is one year the director's junior, also finds joy in frustrating the director.
Dove is a diva…

Journal entry two; 1st November, American time (today)

Hawk just bought an Airachnid transformer with her birthday money… Now enthusiasm and not acting our age shall ensue… Oh wait, that already happened when our Transformers obsession started several months ago… And besides, acting our age went out the window as soon as possible…
Hawk while transforming her: "Put the gun in your hand, lady… I said hold the freaking gun! Gah! There! You're so lazy."

Hawk and and I up to see two bikes just our size sitting outside! Apparently, the next door neighbors allowed Opa (grandfather) to let us borrow them! Lately, Hawk, Lion and I have been sharing my old Optimus Prime bike, so, yeah… I automatically claimed the blue bike and Hawk claimed the purple.

(UPDATE) Our whole family got flu shots… My shoulder is irritating sore…

Journal entry: 1st November, American time (today)

Saw a Chevy Camaro yesterday. It was silver with black racing stripes. I KNEW that they came in more than just yellow and black!

Lion was bought a small Transformers: Prime, Beast Hunters Prowl transformer to replace his small green transformer knock-off truck (he called it Acid the Decepticon) which we found in prices after about a week of it missing. Now Hawk keeps on making random Prowl references (mostly Animated references, which don't exactly qualify, though that continuity Prowl is so badass).

Sometime last week, we were staying at a family's house for awhile. They have four kids (two girls, two boys), Lené, James, Brandt and Kaelyn, aging from eleven down to five.
I made a sort of mistake on the first night by starting a tickling spree on Lydia, Elli (five and three) Kaelyn and Dove. Lion, James and Brandt were already doing a war game of some sort upstairs, and Kaelyn warned them that I was 'the tickle monster'. Lené soon joined the fun. And thus came the permanent nickname.

(Left to right) Lion, Brandt, James, Lené and Dove

Soon, I was laying siege on the boys' room, which is where everyone was taking refuge. I managed to keep the kids occupied all night with this. But when they started defending themselves, I was mainly playing reconnaissance as they tried to 'capture' me. This soon raised the question as to who was chasing who, at least for me.
The next few days consisted of me being asked to play 'Tickle monster'. And the game involved a lot of bruises, at least for me. Brandt was overly enthusiastic with his foam sword. It's very hard to try and convince the kids that I'm not in the mood to play…
After being asked not to play inside by the grown ups, it was Lené and James' bright idea to play outside… With swords (aka sticks). Playing Tickle monster outside, I got the space behind a tree in the back yard, while the kids got the rest of the backyard, the garage and the front yard. The game? Basically, I'm the monster, and the kids are the demigods and I'm supposed to try and invade their territory. It's a battle strategy game pretty much. For the, at least, for me it's more a question on how long I can survive outside my base without getting killed. I get killed if I get 'stabbed' enough times. Or if I get stabbed in the chest, back, or ribcage. We played three or four games through three days at least, me getting killed about eight times per game.
All the kids love me though, and I can at least keep them occupied. On the last game we played, I lasted only ten minutes before falling against my tree at base in an attempt to get away. The result was bruised thighs, a scraped elbow, and my shirt getting covered in wax, which their dad had put on the tree to keep inchworms from climbing up it, which leads me to wonder if my button down shirt has bug guts on it as well. I went back inside and quit wearing my button down shirt, and sat down for a 'twenty minute rest', deadline being set by the kids. Luckily, my mom and the kids' mom managed to save me by saying I needed a vacation. So instead, we made a movie… Which I might talk about later, and post pictures… Directing kids eleven years old and younger is so stressful.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

My random 'Bot/'Con art

Because I am so boss!
(Strika pose lika boss!)

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Happy birthday, Hawk!

A happy three plus ten to my sister!! She is now officially a teen! (October 21st, but I was too lazy to post then).
Got some (pretend) Lamborghinis from me!
Her: -laughing-
Her: "They aren't the same type."
Me: "I'm sorry! I tried!"
Her: "To bad they aren't Lamborghinis."
Well, gee, you're welcome, sis…
(The one on the far right is Smokescreen, a TFP former she bought herself… just an FYI).

And she got a shout out from the awesomeastic Amateur Sleuth blog!

Monday, October 21, 2013

Plane view

Journal entry; 20th October, American time (today)

We are in North Carolina!!

I have now taken to playing yellow car with my sister. Unfortunately, she decided to start shouting red car as well, for reasons only known to ourselves. And there are a whole lot more red cars than there are yellow, making it a bit more… painful. The result of playing yellow and red car is bruised shoulders, screaming, and hysterical laughter. And the occasional kick to the shin if she decides she wants to play while sitting across from me…

I have now lost my childhood pride and joy Optimus Prime bike (I totally had that dub coming when I was talking about my childhood bikes with my sister around, but that's another story) to my sister, who is turning thirteen tomorrow… Maybe I'll take back the present I got her at Malaysia and tell her the bike is her present… LOL, JK!

Friday, October 18, 2013

Journal entry; 16th October, American time


Got accused of shoplifting (lol)…
So, our whole family (meaning us and our grandmother) were at the mall, buying American stuff ('MURICA). Mom recently bought me these totally rad yellow sunglasses, which Myrddin found really funny, and Raewyn has now dubbed them the Bumblebee glasses; that's what you get with your new obsession. (Though I personally called them Sunstreakerglasses due to the fact that there were a pair of red ones right next to it; know your Transformers and you know what I'm talking about).
I was carrying them around in the soap and perfume shop mom was in. I put them down next to a bowl of hand sanitizer, and almost forgot about them. I nearly had a heart attack, and so decided to put them in my bag so I wouldn't lose them. I later exited the store, and sat down in a sitting area with my dad, grandmother, and siblings. Then, some American lady walked up to me and asked if I had been at the body shop store. I confirmed, and she informed me that she had just reported to the store that she had seen me put hand sanitizer in my bag. I was a little shocked, but decided she had seen me put my sunglasses in my bag. I tried to explain that, and even emptied out my bag when she was still skeptical (by now I was starting to get really upset), but she soon left, saying that it was no longer her problem. My grandmother got very angry and brought me and my dad back to the store to talk to the manager (and co-manager, who has an interesting haircut). By then, I was mildly insulted. The co-manager confirmed that a lady, a customer, had reported stealing. While it was appreciated, they couldn't just take the word of a customer. The managers apologized when we explained, stuff was cleared up, and everyone was happy. My grandmother really wanted to find that woman though…

Imma watching Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen for the first time. GO SIDESWIPE! ("Damn, I'm good.")

Journal entry; 15th October, American time

Stopped at a Loves gas station, saw some really awesome car models. There was a spectacular yellow car with black racing stripes (yes, I said spectacular). It looked EXACTLY like 'Bee's first alt-mode in the first movie, only minus the faded custom paint job (lol). I checked. A '69 Chevy Camaro… DUDE, I called it! I wanted the thing so badly… but no.
(As a side note, I always thought that the car in the movie was a '78 instead of a '69… Ah, only eleven years short).

All these trees are looking terrific! Yellow, red, orange… Beautiful… It's almost like a fire. A safe, cool fire. Stupid… Why am I talking like Shakespeare?

America is weird… The public bathrooms are a whole lot cleaner, with is awesome, and hearing all these American accents is odd. But they don't seem to get the concept of spicy. But they most definitely know how to make fantastic, real, bacon…

I haven't worn my jacket at all. Only short sleeves. (I'm stubborn that way).

Each of us kids gained twenty-five bucks from a friend (altogether, a hundred dollars). Which is terrific! Jude inevitably bought Legos (a three in one Lego creator; eagle, scorpion and the vampire beaver from hell). Rae bought a sweet bright orange R/C car (which I'm assuming is a Lamborghini since Myrddin said it was and she is practically an expert on all things Lamborghini). I was sort of tempted to do the same… As a side note, I've come up against an interesting phenomenon… Question, are all Chevy Camaros yellow with black racing stripes? Anyway, Myrddin bought a mini Smokescreen Transformers: Prime toy. Which is all well and good; in any other circumstance, I most probably would have done the same. But nope… Let me at the bookstores! WHOO! Go 'Murica!

Journal entry; 14th October, American time

Ate at In-N-Out Burger for lunch.

We had these huge muffins for breakfast;

Dove: These muffins are big…
Hawk: 'Murica! Everything here is larger than life!

Judah suddenly said that he saw a truck that looked like Optimus Prime. Myrddin also says she thinks she saw a blue truck with a flame job… I swear the universe is playing with me (saw three Jazz cars yesterday)…

Saw a white and blue (racing stripes) car model at a TA gas station, like Smokescreen from Transformers: Prime. There was also a yellow muscle car, which Myrddin is sure is a Lamborghini…

Saw a shooting star for the first time in my life! WHOO!

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Happy October!

Two big things happening this month! One, my sister is finally going to be a teenager. Two, she is finally going to be a teenager at Amrika! (No, not a typo, just a family joke).
For some reason, there is something weird about going to America... Maybe because it's been so frigging long since we were last there. I think I was eleven last... Well, look out America! A crazy teenager is coming your way!

Saturday, September 21, 2013

And F2F is ba-ack!

Dude, did I go into hiatus again? Well, it depends on how you define hiatus. For me, it's a week, or sometimes even three days. I think I like that word... Hiatus, hiatus, hiatus. Hey! That would make an awesome character name! Ok, ok, back on track...
So, my youth group is back up! (Both TRUE and F2F; Trust Respond Understand Encourage and Friend to Friend). Londi assigned us all to different teams (or groups, whatever). Hawk/Myrddin has just started coming to F2F, and I think she likes her group. According to Fran, her current group leader, they talked mainly of fanfics at one point.

Me: (having a hunch) What kind of fanfics?
Fran: Transformers.
Me: (hunch confirmed) Ugh! Myrddin brought you into that, didn't she!
Fran: (laughing) Yeah.
Me: (hunch double confirmed) Yeah, she's been über obsessed with Transformers fanfiction. -not like I'm one to talk, by the way-

I love my group already! We went off topic -- or, bunny trailed -- a LOT, which was all fun! And we found out loads about each other (or, sort of). One way we tried to introduce each other was by saying our names and at least one interesting thing about us. My 'interesting thing' was that my most recent obsession is Transformers... Which is made clear by my topic of conversations afterward (and my latest posts).
I gotta go now! I'm just going to say really quick that my old posts REALLY show my very long (and still going) obsession with NCIS...

Saturday, September 14, 2013

I wouldn't call it...

I wouldn't call it an obsession;
I'd call it a temporary lack of interest in everything else.

I wouldn't call it normal;
I'd call it just way too mainstream.

I wouldn't call it ignorance;
I'd call it a brief lack of knowledge.

(And right around here I ran out of ideas)...

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Because awesomeness

And it says...

...that I'm awesome!

(On a random side note, this is a lot like the posts I used to post when I first made this blog... Or not, I can't decide)...
I think I'm going through a slight Transformers obsession phase.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Bikes and Forts

It's been two years.
Or has it? It doesn't seem to have changed that much...
No... It's quieter. Not as many kids as last time.
No kids actually.

What about the playground? Still littered with toys...
Sandbox items; toy trucks; disowned bikes...
Kids just toss them there, for any other kid to pick up for free...

My best bike was a disowned bike.
Yellow and black wasn't it? Like a bumblebee...
Too bad about the tires, though.

There used to be a chair strapped near the top of that tree...
Don't ask. My fear of heights was already established, I think...
I have no memories of climbing it... Pity...

Of course it's not there... Shame, though...
Remember the first time it was ruined?
We didn't know the rocks were to keep the creek from flooding...
Not for forts.

This is it... The exact spot I met my first best friend.
He had his brothers with him.
For some reason, he threatened to have me arrested...
Don't smirk at me! We were only six!

My second best bike was stolen, remember?
It was blue with retro red stripes; my young pride and joy.
Dumb teenage delinquents...

I'M a teenager now! I don't feel like stealing a seven year old's bike!
At least they dumped it...

We're going already? Oh...
We aren't going to visit here again.
For another two years at least.
I hope my memory will still be clear then...

Friday, September 6, 2013

I think some people call it the tragedies of this generation

The tragic results of attempting to photograph your unstable rock collection... Now I'm suddenly realizing how much I depend on this piece of technology to write... THIS IS A PICTURE OF A MODERN WRITERESS' AGONY! (No, it doesn't work anymore)...

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Me doing quizzes… Oh, and happy September!

Yeah, I took about a dozen or so Which Transformer are you quizzes. Yeah, that's about as many as I'm willing to take before I'm satisfied. It's either persistence or boredom. Most probably both.
My statistics show -- like how I used the word 'statistics'? I've just realized that I like that word -- these bunches of numbers… Gosh, I'm so proud of myself; I was able to do a bit of math like a boss! Have I mentioned I hate math? Most probably I have, back to the point!

1/11 I didn't even know (The other options I didn't even either, except for Optimus Prime)
1/11 was a tie between two different characters
2/11 were Optimus Prime, with no explanation
7/11 were the same thing…

Oh, yeah… I'm good. Anyway, the seven out of eleven all had -- albeit, most of them vague -- explanations, but only one of them truly satisfied me. I was also satisfied with the second one listed; the one that said I was a cross between two different characters.

OH yeah! I love music; I love art. As for creative, it depends on which section of creativity you're talking about, because my ideas on most everything can get pretty crazy... Yeah, I'm probably one of the most optimistic people in my family. Inner peace? Like, zen and stuff? Ok... (I personally like Jazz; he's cool… Too bad he died in the first movie)...
Just because I'm the oldest in my family doesn't mean I have excellent leadership skills (unfortunately), at least not to my knowledge. Yeah, I actually do have a lot of friends, and I HATE excluding people. I'm able to accomplish anything? Ok then... Intelligent? Sure, why not? To tell you the truth, I actually am pretty sincere -- at least that's what people tell me -- and yes, betrayal is something no one should stoop to. People admire me? Good to know... (Prime, on the other hand... He's alright, but sort of boring)...

What can I say? Most of this describes me... (Darn it, don't take that the wrong way; I mean so modestly). I love Bumblebee, and I got him seven times in seven different quizzes... I'm pretty darn satisfied... (I have great car taste? Well, I admire the occasional car, but I'm not driving YET)...

Nadi, over and OUT!

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Spark

He didn't think it would happen to him. He'd made it this far, and he was sure he would make it farther. Bad things happened to people who thought it had happened… Or to people to whom it had happened too soon.
But he was there. It had happened to him. And it was something that was unavoidable.
There were downsides to this, and he knew that. He knew almost every downside. He was born thanks to some of those downsides… and it was tearing his life apart.
They thought they had loved each other. But they were young. And by the time he was born, it had been too late…
Now he was stuck in a dejected life… If one could call it a life. He often wanted to quit; tear this life away from him; try to start again. Or even give up on life completely. It seemed better. But something always stopped him… a little voice in the back of his head, whispering to him, Don't do it.
But why? he would think. There is nothing for me here. What have I to look forward to?
But he waited… And waited… And waited… Then, she came. His 'something to look forward to'.
Simply calling her a 'thing' was horrible.
She was a spark. Yes; a warm, living flame in a dark, lonely world.
And he found it happening to him. Something he blamed for his sorry excuse of a life. It was a wonderful feeling, actually. And she seemed to share it. One could just tell in her warm smile, the way her eyes softened, just for him. It made the feeling a bit different… Better.
But how did he know it was real? She was young. He was young. Bad things could happen. His life could become more of a hell than it already was.
And now he was sitting next to her, thinking through all this. Neither was saying anything to the other. The world was quiet except for usual night orchestra. Nothing was going to stop them. But still nothing was said. It is harder to talk to someone to whom you feel mutually towards than one might think. It depends on the feeling.
She was the first to speak. "What is your name?"
He was mildly horrified. How was he supposed to reply? Something curled inside him; he wanted to run away. Hide. Forget about this. But none of this he did… "Victor Nicholas Alexander Andrews."
He looked at her, a faint shadow of fear adding another line to his young face. A musical laugh made it disappear almost as soon as it had appeared. "I think I'll just call you Victor."
He smiled nervously. "You can call me anything you like."
She laughed again, and the final shadow of doubt was wiped clean from his mind. As he smiled, a true, genuine smile, slowly cleaning the final shows of fear, wear and despair from his face, he knew… He knew that it had happened to him.
And it was real.

This was my attempt at a romance story... I'm not big on romance, especially by the girl's point of view... But this is what happens when I try my hand at a short story... I'm actually fairly proud of myself.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Just came back from the youth camping trip!

Back from a three day camping awesomeness! Since I'm really camp-lagged, and I've only just woken up from my real bed for the first time in two days, I'm not going to say everything that went on, only that it was tiring, awesome, sort of freaky at night, we played the Hunger Games (and two teenagers nearly made a reenactment in the adrenaline rush of the moment), and that I could totally make a Nancy Drew game with the place that we stayed at; a really awesome three story house, wide open yards, and epic places to hide in for hide-and-seek. To top it off, nobody got leeched, so it's all good…
Just arrived

No one wants to go to sleep yet…

Early morning start of the second day! (The boys' tents)

The girls' tents

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

~Myka Bering (Warehouse 13)

The world is such a scary place… Sometimes it feels like it's nothing but anger… and violence… and hurt. It can be terrifying when you're out there in it. But if you look for it, the world also has warmth… and love… and forgiveness. The world has joy in it. And when you find a place that allows you to experience that joy — when you find people that make you feel safe, and loved, and like you belong… you don't leave it. You fight for it.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Just a random free write of mine to break the hiatus

"So who was that girl you rescued today?"
He was caught off guard by this question. "What? Oh, you know… just some girl."
"Ah…" Den looked down from his perch, smiling slyly. "But not just any girl, my young friend; the princess. Princess Anya."
Bastian didn't answer immediately. "Yes, I suppose so."
Den gave a mock groan. "Oh, Bast, where is your enthusiasm? The princess for goodness sakes! You, the thief boy, saved the princess, lower only under the king and queen! Possibly higher!
Den raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Well…" The boy thought about it a moment. "She isn't the prettiest," Bastian replied hesitantly.
But is she?
Sure, she wasn't exactly the average beauty. She was just… normal.
I like normal.
And besides, her face wasn't what captured Bastian's attention; her bright yellow eyes. "I like her eyes."
Up until now, Bastian hadn't realized he had been staring vacantly at the sky. And when he spoke that last thought aloud, Den let out a great shout of laughter.
"Ha! Well, bless my soul!" Den jumped from his perch, spreading his arms, grinning like a maniac. "I do believe our Bastian is in love!"

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Me in a nutshell

This is a mini speech I made in JPS (Junior Public Speaking group; a generally homeschooled group where the homeschool kids learn about public speaking). I decided to post it here, just because. And it describes at least some of me…

Hey, my name is Bernadette, but most people call me Nadi, which I honestly prefer; it suits me better… Bernadette is too elegant for me… It's French for Pete's sake. (I'm sorry, France, I'm not trying to be racist).
I'm fourteen years old, and have been since May.
I'm from America, but I've been all over the world… Except for Antarctica… Anyway, I've lived here for practically half my life.
Are any of you obsessed with movies?
Ever since age nine, it's been my dream to get into the movie business; directing, producing, acting, I don't care, I just want to get in and make movies!
This obsession is one of many… I want to talk about all of them, but I'll just talk about one… For the moment at least. I love singing, and I don't know what I would do if I lost my voice.
My latest obsession is mystery and action. No, wait… It's actually a really old obsession. I grew up watching CSI instead of Spongebob. Don't worry, I'm not a psychopath or anything because of this!
I enjoy reading all mysteries from Sherlock Holmes to the Hardy boys. Lately, I've been trying to write mysteries… Heck, I even DREAM of mysteries.
I'm not someone who is easily spooked, and I'm willing to watch X-Files at night. Though preferably with a friend; I hate being alone…
The person I'm closest to is most probably my sister… We don't always see eye to eye (she's more of the fantasy type for one thing, while, like I said, I'm more into mysteries and action), but we are still pretty close…
If I were to describe myself, I would say… a really weird girl… I hate shopping… I hate dresses… I hate high heels. I'm more into jeans and T-shirts…
As a kid, I was rather adventurous… Or stubborn, whatever… Like the time I got stuck in a tree… I insisted on climbing it… And couldn't climb down.
This is probably the foundation for my strong fear of heights… That, and the time I fell off a swing, but that's another story…
Hmmm… I think I'll wrap this up, because I'm getting hungry…
See ya'll!

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Happy birthday, little bro!

My now double ones brother and my sisters trying to figure out a puzzle my younger sister gave him.

My brother and my little sister playing with the samurai swords she gave him. ( 'Now you can be the Wolverine!' )

My brother checking out his new Lego set from our parents. (Two words: Lego. Junkie).

My brother holding a little statue of a German shepherd, from me. (He's christened it 'Jethro', after the German shepherd from NCIS episode: Dog Tags).