woah, hoi there.

Woah.

20: Friday.

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!

Does this explain how happy I am that it's over? Probably, but let's put one more. You know, just in case.

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!

There. Now we can move on. Move on to what? You probably wouldn't ask...  Well, I have no idea. I could talk about all things I'm going to do this summer, but that's going to be a very short paragraph. I could talk about what I've learned this past year, but it is my last day of school, I really don't want  to talk about more school.

I've decided. I'm going to talk about this blog.

This blog was for school and now that school is over, I don't know what will happen to it. It might slowly die, but who knows? Maybe when I'm bored I'll come back to it and write. 

Whatever becomes of this blog, have a nice day.

19: Monday.

Five days. 

Just one more week.

One more week and I am free.

Free from fear of failure.

Free from early mornings.

Free for four months until I am brutally ripped away from the Summer and forced back into a place were I will be inspired to just get through another day, rather than enjoy the day I have been given.

Five more days until I am finished with school.

FIVE MORE DAYS.

I normally can deal with the last couple of days of school, but right now, I'm just ready for it to be all over. I'm ready to stay up way to late and sleep in way to much. I'm ready to binge all the shows that I've already watched through five times. I'm ready to enjoy my freedom. At least until I'm forced by the law to go to back to school. 

This is my last Summer as a Homeschooler. Next year I will be going to a S.T.E.A.M school. The same S.T.E.A.M school that my older brother goes to. (Not that it's important information.) I won't lie. I am nervous, but I'm guessing it'll be fine.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I have no idea what the matter at hand is, I'm just using the saying as a segway. A segway to what, you may ask. Well, a segway to answer some questions. Find the website here.

1: What's under your bed?

I don't know, dust? Boxes? trash? Things like that probably.

2: What's your favorite joke?

Water you up to? Water trying to make me do? I'm just going to wave the big blue card in your face. Sea you later.

3: Have you ever overcome a deep fear?

I don't even know if I have a deep fear to overcome.

4: Why does a guy keep telling me I smell nice? 

How would I know? I don't know how you smell.

Have a nice day.

18: Tuesday.

I don't know what to do. I want to write, but can't because I can't focus. Part of this stems from the fact that it's 2 in the morning, part stems from the fact that I'm going to have to wait till October to watch the newest seasons of my favorite shows since I use Netflix and it's messing my brain up and part of it is that I really don't know what to write about.

I thought that maybe I could write about something I find interesting, but the problem with that is that nothing is really that interesting to me. I'm all like, hey, that's cool, and that's it. 

I put my laptop on Airplane mode earlier today, just so I could play the jumpy game with the T-rex. You know, when your laptop says that it can't find a connection and gives you a little dino instead. If you press the space bar you can play a Flappy-Bird-like game. In which you are jumping over various shaped cacti. 

That's everything.

Have a nice day.

17: Monday.

Do you remember that list of movies I told you that I wanted to watch? Well, on Saturday, I got to cross one of that list. Batman Vs Superman and I am disappointed. Huh? No, I'm not disappointed in the movie. The movie is really good. I'm disappointed in the media for saying it sucked.

It always happens to the biggest, most anticipated movies. They get way to over-hyped and people are disappointed with it, because they don't stand up to their Superman-ly expectations. I'm kind of glad I didn't see it right off and I'm kind of glad that the media scorned the movie. It dulled all the hype, making me less up to judging it before watching it. 

So, I went to the theater with my dad and younger brother. My father and I are both very big nerds in many different types of fiction and non-fiction. My younger brother prefers things like the rebooted Star Trek films. There were seven other people there besides us, so it was okay for me to whisper snarky comments over to my dad during the movie. A lot of it I liked, but some of it I was eh about. 

This is were I'm going to put a spoiler warning since I'm not an idiot, but I'll try to keep most of the spoilers gone. 

I liked Affleck's Batman. I liked Lex Luthor. I liked Alfred. I liked the style of the movie and how it was filmed and I do think you should go watch it. 

I liked most of the film, but because I'm good at finding little things in movies that bug me, there are some things I don't.

Wonder Woman shouted that Doomsday seems to feed off of energy and then Supes decides to blast it with his lasers. When I pointed it out to my dad he just said, "Well, Batman's the smart one." Which I agreed with.

Batsy was the only one who took cover when Doomsy was barfing energy at them. I get that Supes and Wondery are wannabe-god like people, but it still looked like the blast hurt them. Taking cover would have been smarter.

I'm never going to understand why Supes doesn't wear a mask, but at least he changes his hair, right? Right?

Batman goes from completely ready to kill Supes, to docile, little mouse in one name. Martha. Why does Martha have to be such a common name between big-city folk and farmers? Batsy could have at least punched a Supes one last time. 

Batsy isn't a good driver. I know, I know, high speed chase, guns, flare, blah, blah, blah. He still drove through two walls and almost knocked off his tracker. I told my dad that's why he has to have a decked-out car.

All in all, it is a good movie and I'm looking forward to the next ones. 

Have a good day.

16: Monday.

I honestly don't remember if I told you this, but I'm allergic to peanuts. I know I'm not really that different, over three million people have a peanut allergy, but I'm the only one in my family that has a peanut allergy. I'm a middle child, so of course I must be different and my body does a good job of doing that, but naturally, there are thing I don't like very much about it. So, I decided that I was going to complain.

Here are five thing I don't like about having a peanut allergy.

1: Almond butter.

A normal jar of peanut butter around where I live, cost five or six dollars. A jar of almond butter? Nine bucks, or more. I can get a giant jar of Nutella for less than that. And as a plus, my two brothers just love the taste of almond butter, so if I don't hide it, it only last for a couple of days at best. Needless to say, I haven't had almond butter in a while.

2: Peanut butter smell.

If you don't have a peanut allergy, then I don't think you can relate, but I hate the smell of peanut butter. I don't know if it's because I've been conditioned to stay away from it, or if I just genuinely hate the smell of it. It smells like wet tar and fish. I've never smelled wet tar, but it can't smell that different from what I imagine. 

3: Washing the dishes.

If peanut butter smells bad normally, peanut butter under hot, running water smells worse. My brothers leave a ton on the spoons and knives they use and don't bother to lick it off. If peanut butter taste so good, why not lick it off? Not only that, but I'm really the only one in my house, besides my mom, that does the dishes. So, I wash a ton of peanut butter dishes.

4: Forgetting.

I've been allergic to peanuts for as long as I can remember, so it's become habit to stay away from peanuts. It's become so much of a habit, I sometimes forget that I'm allergic to peanuts. Like, during the day, I don't think about my allergy. I only think about it when I'm confronted with the chance of ingesting peanuts. I don't think it's that strange, but I still don't like the fact that one day, I may forget that I'm allergic and eat peanuts willingly. It's a weird fear.

5: Candy.

There are only like, two candy bars that aren't pure chocolate that don't have peanuts in them. I can't have gummy worms and jellybeans forever. If someone could make a really, really good, peanut-free candy bar that aren't Twix, or Three Musketeer, that would be great.

There you go. If you don't have a peanut allergy, I hope I've given you a little insight into having one. If you do, hopefully you can relate to some of these. 

Have a nice day.

15: Wednesday.

Okay, there's something I'm pretty sure has happened to everyone at least once. I like to call it "Sims Syndrome". Have you ever had of The Sims? 

If not, it a game were you create a person and control it's life, from birth to death. You can decide what they like, who they like, what they wear, what they eat, what job they have, how good they are at that job, how long they life, what type of person they are, who they marry, how many kids they have and many, many, many more thing. Sometimes, I feel like I am a Sim, because of Sims Syndrome and as far as I'm aware, it can happen in two ways. 

One, in The Sims, you can give your Sim tasks to complete. Whether it's cleaning the house, or playing a flash game on your level one desktop. Sometimes your Sim will decide to do something you rather it not, like flirt with a complete stranger that you don't like very much, so you cancel that task by clicking an "X" over it's task bubble.

Tell me if any of these sound like something you've done:

Stood up and walked around for no reason.

Stop in the middle of making food.

Stop in the middle of doing chores.

Checked the fridge many times a day, without getting anything, or adding new food.

Started talking to someone, then stopped in the middle of a sentence and left. 

Wanting to talk to someone and suddenly not wanting to talk to them.

Turning something on, but not using it.

I call this type of Sims Syndrome, "Sims Syndrome: Canceled." This type usually last for hours, but it can last many days. It usually happens when you have nothing going on for a long time. Like a introverted homeschooler in the summer. The best cure to this is to find something and complete it. It's hard, but it will usually get rid of Sims Syndrome: Canceled. At least until next summer.

The second type is what happens when you don't cancel any task. It's called "Sims Syndrome: List". I told you about tasks you can give your sim and I told you that you can cancel them, but I didn't tell you that you can only have so many tasks on your sim's list of things to do.

Tell me if any of these things sound like something you've done:

Wanted to get a drink.

Wanted to finish work.

Wanted to clean the house.

Wanted to make food.

Wanted to call a friend.

Wanted to read a book.

Wanted to change the world.

Wanted to sleep.

Wanted to stay in sweatpants.

Wanted to dress fancy.

Wanted to dance.

Wanted to color.

Wanted to draw.

Wanted to learn how to draw.

Wanted to teach over people how to draw.

Wanted to stay up all night.

Wanted to get twelve hours of sleep.

Wanted to get a pet.

Wanted to name that pet Mr.Fizzles Fuzzle Fluffy Pants.

Wanted to change Mr.Fizzles Fuzzle Fluffy Pant's name to Spot.

And you wanted to do all this at the same time.

It's overwhelming and pulls you in so many different directions nothing really gets done, or gets done as well as you wanted it to. It can be soul crushing and it last until you sort your life out. The best thing to do is to make a list of those things and not have a time limit on that list. If you do, it's just going to be Sims Syndrome: List. Put the more time sensitive things in the front of the list. Changing the world can wait until you've gotten your life figured out.

I usually only get Sims Syndrome: Canceled. Tell me what you get more often.

Have a nice day.

14: Monday.

I've been taking a lot of personality quizzes and one thing most have in common, is that the Harry Potter Houses fall into four different slots. I hate when I see answer that are just evil and if you click them you get Slytherin. I hate stereotypes in general, but Harry Potter stereotypes hurt me. So, I made a quiz to sort you into your house. I tried to avoid stereotypes. The rules: No loopholes, answer honestly and keep track of the letters you get.

Question one: Which smell makes you happy?

A: A new car.

B: Chlorine.

C: An old book. 

D: Leather seats.

Question two: You see a hurt Hippogriff. It has a deep cut on it's leg and you're to far from Hogwarts to call for help. You...

A: Bow, like you were taught to.

B: Talk to it in a calm voice, so it doesn't bite you.

C: Look for something to clean and bandage the cut. 

D: Hit it over the head with a stick to knock it out and fix the wound the best you can.

Question three: Out of these candies, which do you like best?

A: Sour gummy worms. 

B: Jellybeans. 

C: Chocolate covered cherries.

D: Twizzlers.

Question four: You're on your way to class, but you see a first year being picked on. You might, or want to stop, but you'll be late to class if you do. You...

A: Shout at the bullies, but don't stop. You can't be late again.

B: Stop, save and stay after to make sure the first year is okay. Classes can wait.

C: Go to class anyway, but tell the teacher as you enter.

D: Stop and shout at the bullies, then you and the first year rush to your classes.

Question five: How do you like to learn things?

A: Through the classes and teachers. 

B: With other people. They help you remember what you wouldn't normally.

C: Through books and papers and flash cards.

D: Hands on and hands on is the only thing that really works for you.

Question six: One of your friends gets busted cheating. You want to help, but you already have two strikes, another and you'll get detention.You...

A: Let them take them blame. It was their own fault.

B: Tell the teacher you forced them to, but tell your friend later that it was wrong to do.

C: Let them take the blame, but promise to help study for the next test.

D: Do something bigger than the cheating to distract the teacher.

Question seven: What pet do you bring to Hogwarts?

A: A toad. You like them, but people think that's weird.

B: A weasel. They're just to cute.

C: A cat. Simple, fluffy and quiet.

D: An owl. Owls are cool and useful. 

Question eight: Your Bf/Gf is from another house and people don't like you guys together. You get stares and hear mumbles in the halls. You...

A: Ignore them. They don't dictate your life.

B: Get overwhelmed and talk about it with your Bf/Gf.

C: Correct them and tell them you can date anyone you want.

D: Kiss your Bf/Gf and make a big scene about it, so everyone knows you don't care.

Question nine: What do you smuggle into Hogwarts?

A: Pens.

B: A solar-powered dancing flower.

C: YA books.

D: Snow globes that aren't magical.

Question ten: Your younger sibling is getting sorted into their house. You are sitting at your table, waiting to hear which house they'll be put in. You...

A: Know that they're going to be in the same house as you. They are your sibling. 

B: Hope that they get into a house that they'll fit into well.

C: Hope that they don't get the same house as you. They always smell bad.

D: You want them to be in the same house as you, but you understand if they're not.

Answers:

Mostly A's: You're Slytherin! You guys get a bad rap, but you're great people. You're willing to do anything to reach your goals and you tend to be misunderstood, which sucks, but your house-mates help you through it.

Mostly B's: You're a Hufflepuff! People think that your boring, but the truth is you care about people, no matter who they are. The are the only house that doesn't really judge the Slytherins. You are a good finder and a loyal person. 

Mostly C's: You're a Ravenclaw! You like facts and hate people who think they know the real facts when they don't. Everyone thinks your a bookworm and they're right, but there is more to you than that. You seem like a loner, but you just pick your friends carefully.

Mostly D's: You're a Gryffindor! You like to be a hero and even though you can bite off more than you can chew, you always fine a way to make it work. You solve problems with the things around you, even if it seems strange to other people. You are brave and caring.

I'm a Hufflepuff, so don't feel bad if you get that. 

Have a nice day.

13: Wednesday.

So, out on the internet there's this thing called a random name generator. Today, I thought that I would have it generate names and put personalities to them. You know, just for fun. The goal is to hopefully make some interesting people. So, in the words of Mario "Jumpman" Mario, "Here I go!"

1: Wilky Mahalath Leon.
Wilky is that one friend no one knows much about. He talks in a way that you really have to try to understand, like Keven and the Winchesters the first time the meet. He either wears all black, or eye-hurting colors. He always talks about his family and how his older brother is in France and his youngest sister is a pianist. He's not all brag though. The couple of people who have really gotten to know him, knows that he's a cool guy. Someone who likes movie nights and bake sales.

2: Zorra Sandie Clifton.
Zorra is the girl who wears black. Her hair seems to change color at least five times a year and she likes to wave her fist in people's faces. She does it because at home, her dad is riding her on getting into M.I.T, or Harvard. And the faces her fist are in? Bullies doing their thing to the babies of the school. Her dad doesn't know that she likes to swing in the park at night with her friends. She's a wolf-like, loyal friend.

3: Theodor Mariano Church.

Theodor is going to M.I.T. He's a hard worker and an a quick learner. Theo is always learning, whether it's a new math problem, or a new si-fi series. He crushes in Trivial Pursuit and Monopoly. He has a group of friends, but he only calls a couple his friends friends.

4: Felix Jez Roberts.
All I can think of when I think Felix, is Pewdiepie.



That's it.

Have a nice day.

12: Monday.

Happy Monday, I hope it's treating you well.

And like Monday, I'm going to tell you some useless facts to help you get through your day, because maybe, just maybe, you can help someone through their Monday because one of these facts made them laugh, or cringe. That doesn't make any sense, but neither does Monday. So, anyway,

1: the average number of dimples on a golf ball is 336.

2: all polar bears are left handed.

3: Earth is the only plant not named after a god.

4: if Bill Gates dropped a 100$ bill, it would literally not be worth his time to pick it up.

5: talking to yourself makes you smarter.

6: you can zap a pickle and make it glow in the dark.

And finally,

7: a group of pugs is called a grumple. A freaking grumple.

I don't think I can find a fact to top the powers of the grumple, so I'm just going to leave it like that. Remember, Monday only last 16 hours if you get eight hours of sleep, 14 if you take a two hour nap. So, you do that and don't let Monday bring you down.

Have a nice day.

11: Wednesday.

Let's talk about spoilers.

Ah, Ah, don't click away. Don't worry, there won't be any spoilers in this blog and trust me, if I ever make a movie review, or something that will involve spoilers, you will know.

Anyway, we all know the rule. NO SPOILERS. I know some people hate them (cough, cough, Dan Howell, cough, cough), but I don't really care about spoilers.

I don't know if that makes me a laid back person, or someone who doesn't like shows and books and movies as much as other people, because I probably enjoy them more than most. I am a fangirl to many fandoms. I get spoilers can be annoying, especially if you hear a spoiler about your favorite *blank* and you haven't read, or watched it yet.

It's gotten to point, were I ask people if they're okay with spoilers. Which nowadays, is really polite and something you should always do before talking about something. I've been, um, exposed? Exposed to so many spoilers that I've decided that I didn't need to go see a movie, because I already knew what was going to happen. Of course, if it's a movie I was really looking forward to, I'll stay away from anything that points in the direction of spoilers.

Like, I know nothing about Deadpool, Batman v Superman, Inside out, Ant Man, Mocking Jay, Part 2 and Big Hero 6. Yes, those are all movies I haven't seen, but want too. So, no spoilers.

I guess what I'm trying to say, quite poorly, is that, if you hear a spoiler, it is okay to glare, but don't tell spoilers yourself. If everyone started doing this, there would be no spoilers.

But, in the loving words of River Song, Spoilers.

(You read that in her voice, didn't you?)

Have a good day.

10: Monday.

So, you probably didn't know, but I was visiting my Grandmother and Grandfather over the last two weeks. You get to take time off when you want when your homeschooled, but don't think that I don't have to do school. In fact, this blog is part of my school. It's my writing.  And that's not all. I'm all set up to get done with school in the first, or second week of May. It really depends on my math and if I can cram it all into my brain. 

Enough of my homeschooling and more of my vacation.

The same day that I had to drive for three and a half hours to get to the island my grandparents live on, I had to get on a bus and travel four hour to get to a jazz band competition and stay there until noon. We played at eight and afterwards, there wasn't much to do. After we played, I spent most of my time talking with two other girls. One plays the flute, the other plays the sax and I play the clarinet. I figured out what Harry Potter house they belonged too. I'm a Hufflelyn, (Hufflepuff and Slytherin), the sax player was a Ravenclaw and the flute player was a Hufflepuff. 

Once the award ceremony was over, (we didn't win) we had to get back on the bus and drive for another four hours, but this time it was more like five since we stopped for food. By this time, I was really tired and wasn't feeling very well, so like any teenager would have, instead of sleeping for the hour I could have, I spent it finishing my packing, because I had put it off. 

At five, or so, me, my mom, stepdad and younger brother went to his (younger brother's), Boy Scout cross-over. I was going to sleep in the back of the car, but since I was promised free food, I went inside. I may have been falling asleep in my seat and wishing I had pain killers to get rid of my pounding headache, but I did get my free food in the end.

After that, we spent ruffly, forty-five minutes driving to another place, so a friend could finish driving me and my younger brother to the island. If that friend's daughter, who is a great friend of mine, wasn't there, I would fallen asleep. It took four hours, but in end, I collapsed into a bed and slept till almost ten the morning. I know that may seem early people, but I normally get up before six, so...

The rest two weeks, I spent doing the same thing I would have at home if it was a two week break, not much. I accomplished nothing those two weeks and I get it. You're not supposed to be productive on vacation, but I don't like not being productive. 

Well, you're all caught up, so I guess my job is done.

Have a good day.

9.5: Saturday.

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9: Thursday.

Happy Patty's day. I'll talk about luck in a moment, so stick with me, but before that, to me, Patty's day is just another holiday to dye things green and make them taste like mint. It's just an excuse to pinch people, wear green, even though we all know it's not a creative color and prance around in a field to find a mystical, four leaved clover. Why we think little, orange-bearded, Irish elves protect pots of gold that the end of rainbows, is unknown to me. It sounds like an epic Mad lib everyone believes in, but I guess if you think like than, most holidays must seem kind of stupid.

All I remember about the story of Saint Patrick is, well, not a lot. Bits and pieces really. I know he got mad that he couldn't take a slab of stone with him on a boat, then he threw it in the ocean and the rock floated him to a nearby island. I remember something about snakes, but that's it. I mean, I could be thinking about, say, Saint Valentine, but now that you know what Patty's day means to me, I can tell you what I think of luck.

Luck isn't real, good luck at least. I'm pretty sure the list of worst to best luck goes more like: Very bad, bad, normal then coincidence, rather than: Very bad, bad, normal, good, then great. I can only believe in what what I've experienced and I've never experienced good luck, just a string of convent coincidences.

You could argue that because I think bad luck does happen, that good luck must happen as well, because everything has an equal and opposite force. I don't think thats necessarily true. If you go up, you don't have to come down, you just have to stay up till the end of forever.

Of course my logic is flawed. I'm sure pretty much anyone can tear apart what I just typed in a six worded sentence, but hey, I'm writing this two days early at midnight. Cut me a little slack.

But anyway, I hope you have a nice day and if you don't, sorry man. It'll be better someday. Besides, I'm sure you'll remember to wear green next year. You might even still have bruises from all those pinches!

8: Monday.

I know it might not come across in text, but I truly am someone who overthinks pretty much everything from how I sound eating something to other people, to how quickly I walk when I'm in front of people. I do try to make life a little easier for the people who are around me and that makes me want other people to return the favor. As we all know, people rarely do. So, hopefully, by making a list, I can convince some of you do start, or continue doing theses things. 

1: Don't sit in front of people in a Movie Theater.

Just don't. Don't sit in front of someone, don't eat stuff loudly during an emotionally charged scene, don't talk, don't pull out your phone, don't throw popcorn, don't slurp your drink and do not tell spoilers before the movie starts. 

2: Slow walkers.

Some people just want to see others be late. If you walk slow, for the love of everything amazing in the world, just walk on the side or speed up. It's not that hard to do.

3: Don't ask stupid questions.

Don't ask me how my day was. Don't ask me what 2+2 is and don't ask me why a pink unicorn must travel to land to the land of candy corn to collect a silver flower to unlock the rainbow cave to get the glitter wand to impress the blue unicorn.

4: There, their and they're.

Okay, I'm sure you know this already, because grammar police exist, but in case you don't. These are three different word, used for three completely different things. If I ever see some mess these up (or your and you're as well), I will let them know. This needs to end. 

5: Hype.

Hype, in itself,  isn't a bad thing, but hype can be a bad thing. Whenever I want to see a new movie, or t.v show, I avoid all hype. Hype just ruins it for me. I don't know. Anyone else like that?

Have a good day.

7: Monday.

Do you ever have those moments when you're bored, but you don't want to do anything?

It's like, you just wonder around, doing seemingly random and strange tasks, like watching YouTube videos and/or sweeping, but you can only do them for a few minutes before you lose interest and move on to another random task?

I promise, I really did try to find out what this is called, or why it happens. I know there's a reason to why it happens. It probably has to do with some kind of chemical in the brain, or body, but I lost interest in finding the answer, so I moved on to figuring out three of the best ways to combat this phenomenon and to write those three things down for you to read, just in case you ever go through this drought of focus and inspiration.

One: Get a Hobby.
Writing, reading, sports, music, knitting, crocheting, baking, video games, running, swimming, babysitting, painting, drawing, coloring, word puzzles, driving, flying, teaching, gardening, cleaning,  crafting, camping, kayaking, boating, fishing, hunting, rock climbing, surfing, rock painting, pet-petting, and Tumblr are just a few ones I could think of. 

Two: Find something to do and do it.
If you're bored, I understand that it can hard to stick to something, but maybe that's just the thing you should do.  Find a hobby and use it to scare your boredom away.

Three: Wait it out. 
I know this isn't really beating your boredom, but like I said, it's probably just a chemical, or lack of in your brain or body. So if you can't cause a release of feeling, the best thing you can do, is to wait for whatever is lacking in your mind to pick back up again.

I will be using these sometime in the future. I know one day, I will know why this happens and how, but until then, this is the best that I can do for you. Have nice day.

6: Tuesday.

So, about four post ago I told you that you were going to learn about me in chunks. So, today, I've decided to give you an insight into my mind by telling you a list of five things that I love.

1: Rainy nights.

I'm the kind of person who can't sleep unless there is some kind of noise. I don't care if its music over a radio or just a clock ticking. The sound of my own heart creeps me out when I'm trying to sleep, so when it rains overnight, its a built in clock and I find the sound of rain calming.

2: Being home alone.

When I'm home alone it means I can listen to music without earbuds. I can think out loud. I can leave the warmth and solitude of my room. Now, I have two siblings and two step-siblings, so this doesn't happen very often. In fact, I really think its only happened twice, which sucks.

3: Someone offering to make me coffee. 

As simple and as small as this is, something about that gesture means a lot to me. Even if I say no, its the thought that counts right?

4: Finding a new show to binge. 

You know what's awesome? Finding a well written show with good acting and perfect casting. Is there anything that could match up to that? Not really, except when you find a new show on Netflix with five seasons that also fits those criteria. It will probably last for like two weeks and than I'll go back to watching bits and pieces of various shows I've previously watched, but next time I find a new show, it will be one of the shows I watch bits and pieces of.

5: Realizing something you thought would be terrifying, isn't.

I'm in band, so I play in concerts and do various other things that put me in the public eye. I don't like being in anyone's eye, so I get butterflies. One fear I have is starting the song and not be able to make anymore noise, but once I do play the first couple of notes, everything is ends up fine.

There you go! Five things I love. Maybe in a bit I should do a five things I hate. One day, one day.

5: Monday.

Today is the day.

Today is the day I answer Would You Rather questions... So, I don't have much more to type to preface this, so I guess we should just get on with it.

Would you rather be a dragon, or have a dragon?

Well, being, I can only assume, magically changed into a dragon would be a massive physical and mental change. I don't know how well I could dragon, but besides the point, having a dragon would be amazing. I mean, come on. I would prefer a smaller dragon, like dog sized, but... Dragons.

Would you rather be able to become invisible, or be able to fly?

Though I do feel that flying as a good case, I'm going say being able to become invisible would help me more in my everyday life. I see someone I don't like, invisible. Called on to do chores, invisible. Don't want to talk to someone and answer stupid questions, invisible.

Would you rather be able to speak fluently every language in the world or be the best in the world at something of your choosing?

I would rather be able to speak any language fluently. Even if your the best at what you want to do, you're still stuck behind language barriers. I feel that if you can speak any language you have more freedom to do want you please, instead of the world seeing you for being the best at a single action.

Would you rather have a giant hamster or a tiny rhino?

Man, I could think of this a bunch of ways. If I had a giant hamster would it have a longer life span? Like, say if the hamster was 5% bigger than a normal hamster, would it have a 5% longer life? With the tiny rhino I could make way for a new species of rhino, helping keeping them from extinction, but at the same time I would be criticized for having a tiny rhino for a pet. I guess I would go for the giant hamster.


So, there you go. Would you Rather questions answered.

4: Wednesday.

I said last week that I was going to tell you why Valentines day is the best day for singles. I lied. I'm not going to do that. Mainly because I could only think of one reason, cheap candy everywhere. I'm more than sure that there are more reasons, but I don't know them.

3: Monday.

I'm gonna write a short story. I don't know how much story, or how short it will be, but here you go anyway, enjoy;

George: Elf with a mission.

Once upon a time, in a land I made in my head, there lived a elf named George. I haven't much about what George looked like, but I assume he had a big, pointy red hat and maybe some blue overalls. I know that he had big eyes, like really big. He had his pointy nose that turned up a little at the end, giving him a stuck-up look. He really just looked like any other elf you'd think of. 

But like any good main protagonist, George was different from the other elves. George had a mission. A mission to become THE TALLEST ELF IN THE KINGDOM.

Keep in mind, elves in genral stay under two feet tall. They look more like gnomes to be honest.  Bah, bah, bah, this is my story. I can do whatever I want and I will do whatever I want. Don't test me, reader.

George lived in a small, stick house. It looked like a three year-old had made it, but it's the best you can do when your only ten inches tall. He had turn his little home into his HQ. He lived behind the dying tree, in the garden, behind the yellow house that belonged to the old, Indian lady who lived in the last house on the block.

Poor yellow house lady, no one ever came to get candy from her on halloween because she lived too far away. 

Every day, for about a week, George would climb up to the bird house on the dead tree, hang weights on his legs and hang from his arms. Poor George, all that did for him was give him sore arms and DETERMINATION TO COMPLETE HIS LIFE'S MISSION! But other than at, he was at the same height he started. 

So, George decided to do something no elf should ever do. He went to ask the old, Indian lady if she had any ideas about how to make him taller. The lady, who we'll call Nana for this story, didn't know how to act around an elf. See, George was the first elf to talk to a human in 641 years. Just kinding, I don't know when the last elf talked to a human. I just pressed random numbers and decided that 64187 was to long of a number to use.

Nana gave him a tiny cup of black coffee and the corner of cornbread. They sat down and talked for awhile. Three hours later, three things had happened. 1: George still didn't have an idea how to get taller, 2: George decovered gossip and fell in love with it and 3: Nana got an idea.

George, hopped up on coffee and sadness in his heart, went to the elf king's palace. The king wasn't really a elf though, he was a gnome. Gnomes are taller, meaner and pointier eared than elfs. They tend to have grudges against their, smaller, longer nosed brethren. No one really knows why.

The king was sleeping when George sulked into the lobby. Luckily and for the convenientence of the plot, all the guards were in the south side of the palace having a disco off. The only person in the lobby was the elf wizard, who hated disco.

The elf wizard was old and grey.  He wore a robe the color of white and black mixed together and his hat was a bright purple with small white jewls sewed on. His white hair stuck out from under his hat. He looked like one of those trolls with the bright, bright hair. His name was Rick.

Rick and George chatted. Rick felt sorry for George and told George that he might have a spell to make him taller. So the two went into the magic wing and Rick gave George the list of things needed to cast the spell. George needed a tiny cup with three drops of black coffee in it and nine crumbs of corn bread. George knew were to get them, which made him feel all clever and mysterious.

George ran as quick as his tinie, tiny legs would carry him to Nana's house. He knocked and knocked and Nana opened the door. He explained to her quickly that he needed the things she gave him earlier. Nana, confushed, did as she was told then went into a backroom.

George rushed to get the three drops of black coffee and nine corn bread crumbs. After he gathered the things he performed the spell. Nothing happened. George just smelled like coffee and corn bread. He was still the same height and he STILL HADN'T COMPLETED HIS LIFE'S GOAL! So, poor George thudded on the ground and looked something like dough that had been dyed blue and red and body rolls. 

Nana came out and tapped his shoulder. George looked at her. She held up two wooden, leg looking things. George stood up. If these were what he thought they were...

Time lasps later, George was standing quite proudly in his new legs. He made him eight inches taller than he was before. So instead of being 10 inches, he was one foot, six inches tall. He was still shorter than the tallest elf in the kingdom at that time by two inches, but I'm not going to ruin George's moment. He earned it.

Moral of the story? Don't let me write when I'm tired.

2: Thursday.

You know what's fun? Netflix binge watching, taking a shower, coloring even. You know what's not fun? Being sick for four days. I know that someone out there has it worse, but I',m going to complain away.

I got a headache after band last Friday. I didn't think much of it. Band that day was particularly loud and I just assumed that it was a little headache that would be gone in two hours or so. So I went on with my day. Food shopping, finishing school, normal stuff.

 Did I mention I'm home schooled? No, I didn't think I did, but, hey! Here's one of those little things I said you would pick up on. So gg to you for reading shape that don't need to be in order when you're singing them. Sorry, I've got a chip on my shoulder for that. 

Anyway, info about me behind us, (or above us?),  lets continue reading through my day.

I took a nap as a last hope before taking a pain killer. By the way, isn't pain killer an awesome idea? Just like a bunch of brightly colored, comic style dots labeled Pain Killers, armed with ak-47s killing just as brightly colored, comic style dots labeled Pain running away in fear. Someone, anyone please draw this. Back to the nap. 

It wasn't really a nap, more just me in bed with nothing, but my head and hand holding my phone being seen. I think naps were vetoed from my DNA. I stayed like that for two hours or so then I got up and took a fore-mentioned pain killer. Which didn't help anything, but my annoyance grow.

The next day I woke up with fever. I spent that day and the next two sleeping. As of now I'm pretty fever free. Though my sinuses are still ugh. I never knew how much stuff my sinuses could mess up.

Is there a moral to the story? No, I just wanted to share my thoughts about the annoyance of the ABC's and how cool a pain killer comic would be. It wasn't even about me being sick, I just didn't have anything else to talk about since I was sick. Join me next week to read about why Valentines day is one of the best holiday for singles.

Bye...

1: Monday.

Hi? Is anyone reading this? No? Okay, I'm down that. Now I can say whatever I want and not worry about what everyone else thinks. I can even make grammar and spelling mistakes without being called out. Not that I would, those things bug me more than mosquitoes and mosquitoes bug me a lot...

I have no idea how to start this... please ignore my nooby-ness.

I guess I should answer some questions that way you can start to know me, but I simply refuse to answer all the normal questions that you normally would. I really don't think it's important to know what my eye color is or what my favorite food is. You'll just pick those things up along the way. See? I making you committed to reading what I post by promising an answer that I'll NEVER TELL! Oh, don't worry, you'll learn my eye color, but my favorite food? No way... Pretty much because I don't know what my favorite food is. I think it's a mix between- stop that, stop that right now. You just threatened them with not telling, now your going to? Wow, I am bad at this. 

Well, well, well, I've gone a WHOLE paragraph without answering any real questions. That, my friends, is called procrastination. But, I do think I've rambled, (typed?) on long enough, so here are those questions;

1: What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?

Um... Why did I decide to get up this early? Why is it Monday, couldn't it wait a day or two? Oh, I sure ten more minutes won't hurt. Food is probably mixed into my awake thought anyway, so don't think they count as morning thoughts.

2: Would you be willing to eat a bowl of crickets for 40,000$?

Well, are the crickets alive? I'm just going to assume you said yes and if you said no, my answer is still the same, yeah. Why not? I would probably gag if they were alive, but I've heard roasted crickets are good. They probably taste like chicken...

3: What is your blood type?

Hey, thanks for reminding me that I have to find out. I wouldn't want to that one person in Lost that doesn't know their blood type, or the zombie apocalypse for an example... Who asked these questions? Hehe, I can see it. You're on a first date and in a mix of nervousness and awkwardness, you just blurt out, "WHAT"S YOUR BLOOD TYPE?" Your date's face is plastered with the look of, "Wat?" Best. Date. Ever.

4: What was the last lie you told?

Probably that you'll find out my eye color. There, one more to go.

5: Which do you use more often, a Dictionary or a thesaurus?

Google.

...Bye...