Looking for the Moon

Happy BEDA(ugust) 2011 everyone! Are you excited? 

I am particularly excited because I've decided to do something special for today. To kick-off what I know will be an awesome BEDA month, I'm sharing with you a short excerpt of something I've been working on. You guys have to understand that I am very insecure about my writing but I've told myself that if I want to write, then I should write and that I shouldn't care about what others think because, hey, it's all objective, baby. Anyway, all I've been doing these past several days is this piece of writing here, working on my other blog (where I am also doing BEDA, but a boring one), making my own tumblr (I got one for creeping purposes), and, of course, POTTERMORE (I AM IN!!!!!!).


This is just the first quarter of the "chapter" (I don't feel it's an actual chapter). If I feel like it, I'll put in the second quarter tomorrow or some other day.

Enjoy. If you can, let me know what you think, if you don't get something, or whatever. If you think I suck, let me know too. I will use your flames to roast marshmallows. 

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            “By by by the light of the silvery moon…”

            My eyes snapped open. I lifted my head and saw that the iPod dock’s green numbers flashed 11:30PM. I sat up, blindly reaching out to pat the top of my bedside table.

            “Light, light. Let there be li—ahh.” My fingers finally brushed the lamp’s base. The lamplight bounced off of the disco ball, dressing my bedroom in an eerie glow. Gene Vincent’s voice quietly twanged against the night but I lowered the volume anyway just in case my parents or Caleb woke up.

            I got up, listening for the soft tell-tale snores that came from my older brother’s room next door. Confident that only I was awake in the Sierra household, I quickly got dressed in gray sweats, a black tank top and a gray hooded jacket, crooning along with Gene Vincent. I never really cared much for the original musical version of “By The Light of the Silvery Moon.” In my opinion, it was meant to be a rockabilly tune, not for Doris Day.

            “Honey moon, keep a-shinin’ in June,” I sang along in a low whisper. I pocketed my cellphone and a mini flashlight. As I sat down on the carpet to tie my Converse, a loud creak came from behind my bedroom door. Caleb’s snoring had stopped, replaced by a shuffling of heavy feet, a long pause, and then the unmistakable sounds of the flushing of the toilet from down the hallway. I tiptoed across the room and turned off the iPod, cutting off Gene Vincent mid-chorus. I waited for Caleb’s feet to return to his room. A minute passed. ‘C’mon Caleb, go back to your room,’ I thought. I glanced at the clock again. 11:42PM. Now annoyed, I tiptoed to my door and opened it just a crack, wide enough to peek outside. I could see Caleb’s faint silhouette, his back turned toward the bathroom door, just standing in the middle of the hallway.

            “Caleb,” I whispered. He stood there, motionless. “Caleb!” I hissed, a little louder this time. He didn’t seem to hear me. “Dear God,” I mumbled under my breath as I lightly stepped out of my room and walked toward my brother. Upon reaching him I asked, “What are you doing?” and poked him, hard, on the shoulder. Caleb turned, his half-lidded eyes turned toward me. I poked him again, this time on the cheek, and Caleb finally came to.

            “What the--?” he groggily asked.

            “Dude. You’re sleepwalking.”

            “Again?” he asked.

            I nodded. A groan began to escape his lips but I quickly covered his mouth closed with my right hand. I made a shushing noise and pointed to our parents’ bedroom. Caleb’s brow furrowed and he held up his hands, telling me to let go.

            “Where are you going?” he whispered as I turned back to my room.

            “It’s the 29^th,” I answered as I turned the knob.

            “New moon this month?”

            “Yep,” I smiled, pushing my door open.

            Caleb paused outside of his bedroom and scratched his head, his hair sticking up in the back. He looked up, still sleepy. “Just send me two flashes when you get there. You have your flashlight?”

            I patted my back pocket in response. Caleb nodded, “All right, g’night then.”

            I stepped up to Caleb, smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. “G’night, Anakin Sleepwalker.” He waved me away and went inside, smiling. 

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Thank you for being awesome and going all the way to the bottom. Again, HAPPY BEDA!!! I will see you tomorrow.

Today.......

I really loved...pan de sosa.

I smiled because of...a funny Snape gif on tumblr.

Lyrics playing at this very moment as I type this part of the blog:

"500 days, I know it wasn't the best but I won't ever forget, no, I won't ever forget you..."

( (500) Days by AJ Rafael)

Friend of the day: David Levithan

Hours of sleep last night: 8 (although I slept late again because of Pottermore and HTML and CSS stuff)

--Jen 

Fort Making! BEDA: Day One

Some of you may be asking yourselves, "Self, where do you think that Kendall is blogging from right now?" and to be honest, I have to ask myself that question too. Some might think that I'm in my room, correct. Am I on my bed or at my desk, no and no. Well, am I on the ground then? Yes. But to be a tad bit more specific, I am in a fort. A what? A fort. Yup, a mini castle made up of sheets, pillows, books, and awesome. (Before I tell you about it, I have to go deassemble the aforementioned fort because my puppy decided that she wanted to attack it, but don't worry, I got pictures before hand.)


Okay, it's a few hours later, but I am back. Want to see some pictures of my masterpiece? Me too. Here, look:

I hope that it looks as awesome as it truly was. Making forts was one of my favorite things to do as a kid. It would just become an awesome day, whenever we would scour the house for sheets and pillows. It was always challenging, to make a perfect fort, but I would accept that challenge. Now, I'm a little rusty, so this one wasn't as good as it could have been, but it was fun nonetheless. 


Now wait, why did I even go through all the trouble of making the world's coolest fort? Oh yeah, because it's BEDA W00TTTTTT!!! Yup, you heard me, our third di-annual Blog Every Day in a month that starts with the letter A (in this case August). You lucky readers get to hear Jen and I rant about...whatever it is that we rant about, everyday this month. Are you ready? Because I am. And now I must extend a challenge out to Jen. It seems as if our lovely blog companion, Jen, has never successfully completed a BEDA to date. During the first one last August, she missed a day, and had many days that were as short as a book for a two day old (short). And in this past April, Jen missed TWO whole days. WHAT??? Unacceptable. I encourage you all to encourage Jen, to finally accomplish this amazing task of blogging every, single, day. 


There are a few other things that I COULD talk about, but I figure that I should save those for the next few days. Some exciting things are happening this month, I hope to see you there. 


Awkward Moments: 0  
Books Read: 14
Why Today Was Awesome: FORT!
Something I Learned:  Shake-A-Booty
Song Stuck in My Head: "Shake-A-Booty" by Hank Green

November is gone. So is my sanity.

NaNoWriMo 2010 came and went and Kendall and I both failed. To constantly reminds us of our shame, we are going to keep the word counter things on the left column until next year. Unless Kendall reads this and decides to take them off?

But just because November is over, it doesn't mean that we're gonna stop.

WE ARE GOING TO FINISH THESE. MARK OUR WORDS. WE WILL.

November is a terrible month. Who decided it should be November anyway?

Just in case you were wondering, or if we didn't tell you before, Kendall's story is basically about a group of friends and a couple of them are going out while there's one guy who likes this girl, but the girl is going out with another guy. Then the girl gets abducted by the government bacause she hacked into some top secret thing and her friends have to rescue her (I don't know their names, sorry). They go to different places all around the world like Jamba Juice (where they find a bald kid named Alex!), our friend Rachel's house, Washington state, Hawaii, etc. Yeah, it's crazy.

Mine is about two sixteen-year-old best friends, Cammie (real name Camryn) and Jay (real name James)...who are really best friends (I don't know how else to put it, but they are). A weird purplish tattoo thing shows up on Cammie's wrist and she starts to notice that something is...off...with Jay, who has been having weird dreams about some creepy guy (Who is it???) watching Cammie sleep ever since he was four. Jay lies to Cammie about something (like, legit-tangled-spider-web-ripped-pieces-of-a-note-in-three-separate-trash-cans-around-school-and-deleted-Internet-history-kind-of-lying), Cammie finds out and they have a big fight over it. Jay disappears so no one was there to catch Cammie when she suddenly collapses at Winter Ball and doesn't (or more like, can't) wake up. And how does that Cam Lau (real name Cameron...whaaattt??) boy factor into all of this?

Doesn't that sound delightful? No? Well, I like it. Flashback memories make up most of it. I like flashback memories.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! I love Christmas.

For some reason, I'm extra-excited for this coming holiday season. Don't know why, but I am.

--Fruity

P.S. I like how we have two more creepy people reading this blog. Keep 'em comin', guys, keep 'em comin'. We're still waiting for some views from countries in Africa and South America. Our goal is to hit every continent! Except Antarctica.

NaNoWriMo brings out the true Procrastinator in me.

So we are one day past halfway into NaNoWriMo. Right now I have 17,000 words, putting me about 10,000 words behind at the moment. (BTW, if you want updates on our NaNoWriMo-ness, look <------------ over there.)

However, if your name is Jen, please don't. (Also, I'm alltaco32, and Jen is Rheangjii)

BTDubz, if you, the non-existent reader of this blog, don't know what I'm talking about, then here: http://dft.ba/-ournanopost

For the most part, I haven't been not able to write. I have just been extremely LAZY. Like for example, right now, I should be writing, but I'm not. Also, my story is turning out really poorly. In the beginning, I planned out a whole bunch of stuff, but since then, everything has basically changed. And now, whenever I write, I have to make up things on the spot. To give you a little taste of the spontaneity of my story, first they start in Seattle, they go up to Vancouver, back to Seattle, then to Hawai'i. I have a billion words left to write, and I have no clue how I am going to get through them.

Oh well, at least it is somewhat fun. Ha ha, except for the fact that I have to ask myself this question every time I write: "Can you remind me, why I thought that this would be fun?" (http://dft.ba/-reference)


Okay, I should get back to writing. TTFN?


---Chewyyyyyyyyyy

NaNoWriMo brings out the true creeper in me.

However, I am way behind on NaNoWriMo writing. It's disgusting actually, my being behind and everything. I only have a measly 1,372 words while Kendall's already in, I don't know, his fourth or fifth chapter (?!?!?!?!) with a total of 7,155 words. O. EME. GE.

*SIGH*

I seriously need to UP my game. In everything, basically.

Imagine that you're juggling a lot of balls (get over it, infant) in the air.

Then this guy named Homecoming (his last name is Week...haha) comes over and distracts you. You talk to him and you laugh, you're having fun, yada, yada, yada.

And next thing you know, a ball falls to the ground. Followed by another one. And then another. And then Homecoming waves goodbye and skips away toward that proverbial sunset, leaving you in a terrible situation (that jerk). The balls that fell to the ground start to roll away slowly from you like they have minds of their own.

To make things worse, they're all moving in different directions. You know you have to pick them all up before it's too late. But at the same time, you have to keep the balls you're still juggling up in the air. (Oh and just a clarification, just in case there are some non-humans out there reading this: in this scenario, you are a typical human and you have two hands).

You try to decide what to do. Should you go after the ball behind you or the one moving away from your left foot? Or what about the other one that's moving away in front of you? And the ball moving away to your right? If you pick one of them, the others will continue moving farther and farther away. So you'd have to be quick and run back to get them all after you get one. But what do you do if, by some miracle, you reach a ball? Do you let everything fall to pick up that one ball? Do you juggle with one hand (yikes), slowly bend down and use your free hand to pick up the ball? What if more balls fall if you do that? And then they'd start to move away from you, too, just like the others.

To add to that, this cruel thing that goes by many names ("Inevitability", "Fate", "Jerk", etc.) throws in more balls for you to juggle. It's every clown/juggler/circus person's nightmare.

Eventually, when you've basically been doing that for the past sixteen years of your life, you'll want to just throw up your hands scream and watch as a million colorful balls fall like rain around you. You'll just watch.

But then you mentally hit yourself because you know that then you'd have to pick up all of them and you know that that'd be a &%*$# to do.

So you just keep on juggling and hope that nothing falls. And when you feel that you're strong enough, you power up to BEAST MODE and grab those balls like, to quote the illustrious Reppun, "the devil's chasin' you."

BEST. FEELING. IN. THE. WORLD.

Actually, forget Earth--BEST. FEELING. IN. THE. DARN. UNIVERSE.

Okay, this is getting slightly deps, so let's go back to NaNoWriMo!!

Despite this whole falling behind thing, I'm still super excited. I'm not exactly sure if I should reveal deets about our stories. But I'm definitely excited to read Kendall's The Adventure. That's his tentative title. I don't even have a working title. Well, right now, it's Balance. But I don't think it'll be the same because I change my mind about the plot every other hour.

So, once my story has a more solid shape, I will feed you morsels of either text or simple facts. Or both.

Excited? Excited.

In control? In control.

I've been doing that a lot lately: asking a question and answering said question just by changing the question mark to a period.

Really? Really.

SEE?!?!?!?! :)

All right, enough for now.

--Fruity

P.S. I like how we have a total of four creepers (one of them is Ashlyn) who read our blog. Oh and that one "friend" (who may really be a creeper by calling him/herself our friend when he/she is really not, but we'll never really know unless they come forward and tell us).

Guys, It's November. Yeps.

It is. Check your calendars (or your clock if you're awake ike RIGHT NOW). Time's screwing us over again.

As promised, here is the November 1 post, people, to officially announce the beginning of NaNoWriMo. But I think I remember reading about some kind of time difference issue because it's a worldwide thing. Oh well.

You all ready for this? 'Cause I'm no way in hell ready for this. But I'm jumping in anyway. If you're cool, check it out: http://www.nanowrimo.org/

But before you do, be kind enough to listen to my female-teenager-not-really-a-rant-but-close.

First of all, I'd like to say that Kendall's Homecoming blog totally owns mine last year which was so pathetic it needs to be blasted into Internet oblivion forever and ever.

Secondly, I proofread and edited it just for you. If you just read his Homecoming blog just now, you're welcome.

Thirdly, oh, KENDALL's mad? Then what does that make me? FREAKING PISSED, that's what. So much that I don't even wanna talk about it right now. So I'm gonna go write a sonnet (yes, I just said I am going to sonnetize) and come back when it's actually November 1 (which is in an hour because it is now 11:02 as I'm writing this) so that I can actually post this thing up, but not talk about it. 'Cause it should just be forgotten and not talked about and just shouldn't even exist and anyone who brings it up again will die a painful death in my hands.

And what makes it worse is how I hate being mad at him and wanting to rip his head off, yell at him, and ignore him because I know I can't because I just can't. It's just not possible.

BUT this is actually a good thing because for once, he knows that I'm mad at him (I think, pretty sure. If not, then that totally ruins the whole purpose of the "good thing" part) because if there's anything in the world that I hate, it's when I'm super mad at someone and that someone doesn't have a clue. So HA.

Fourth...crap. I forgot what fourth was. Darn. Whatever. I'll remember later.

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I remembered the fourth one! HA, it's Sunday night, which means I'm pulling an all-nighter as usual so I DID read that tonight. Okay, back to the sonnet...

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Still not done with my sonnet. Along with a bunch of other things. So I guess I have to do them all tomorrow morning. Or try to anyway. Phys homework has to be pushed back to lunch and period 6. Study for Spanish quiz and APUSH essay test (first period of the day, shucks) in the morning and long homeroom. Print everything I need to print in the morning, too. Aw shucks, no confrontation...? Ah, to be honest, I'm kinda scared. But still mad. So scared-mad.
And my sonnet. Ok, I'm not gonna sleep until I finish this darn sonnet. Fourteen lines of rhyming iambic pentameter...what else could I ask for? Naaahhhttt.

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FOUR MORE MINUTES!

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12:00 AM: PUBLISH POST. WIN.

--Fruity


P.S. I really liked that honey. LIKE, REALLY LIKED IT. All over my granola.

P.P.S. Here's the picture that Kendall couldn't find:

Homecoming 2010: X

Guess what?? (Well as you could have guessed by the title) this past week was HOMECOMING!!! *WOO* So I guess you could consider this post as our first official sequel post since it is the sequel to last year's Homecoming post (http://dft.ba/-homecoming09).
 So as you may already know, everyday has a specific theme to dress up for and accompanying activities. So throughout this blog post, I will share with you each day.

Day One: Fashion No-No Day
This is the day where you dress up in all crazy-kine clothes that do not match at all.

So this day's activities included the homecoming kick-off in which there is....well, a kick-off. Then at lunch there was an awesome obstacle course around the Center Courtyard. Our grade lost, but at least our very own Gavin Denzer participated!

Day Two: Pirates, Ninjas, Heroes, and Villians (Oh my!)

The title is pretty self explanatory......

Jen and I were both Ninjas

On this day, there was the annual musical chairs competition in the morning. It started off with about 30 people and then worked it's way down to one. Jen and I both competed; Jen lost at around the top 15 people, and I was about the 8th. Oh, and the winner get's an AMAZING prize: first class seating for lip sync. There were a bunch of activities during lunch that day, and the ones that I can remember are tug-of-war and a water ballon toss (Jen has Spanish tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursdays so she wasn't there). For some reason, our group of friends were the only ones present for the tug-of-war, so it ended up being Sid, Gavin, Rebecca, Krislyn, and myself competing for the Juniors. We were supposed to have ten people so two seniors came and helped us out. The second that it started, the rope broke, so that was ultimately a fail. Then there was a water ballon toss which Jen wanted to compete in, but she couldn't so Sid and I did. We failed. Oh now I remember, the other activity was eXtreme Twister. This was Twister, except it was a different mat and the were two-people teams, and one person was blindfolded and playing on the mat while the other was telling that person where to go. Our grade lost.

Day Three: Peace Day

This day was essentially "Hippie" day.

                                                                   We didn't have a picture together that day...

So on that fine Wednesday morning, they were giving out free yogurt and granola. Jen got both, while I only got the granola. Oh, and Jen got honey. She REALLY liked that honey. Also, we helped out Ms. Tamas set up the tie-dye station that was going to be going on all day. Jen and I both tie-dyed white shirts (pictures bellow) and therefore we completed a task for the list!! *WOO* Also during lunch there was a concert which featured the always amazing Vaeas and they were selling burgers and hot dogs. Good day.

 

Day Four: Halloween^3

So yeah, that may be weird that we were celebrating Halloween four days early, but it was the only place where it could fit!

Jen was some Asian chick, and I was Harry Potter.

In the morning, they were serving juicy blood (like, for realz). And also, we saw some pretty awesome costumes. Including Aang by our favorite senior Alex who actually SHAVED HIS HEAD!!! Also Sean dressed up in a pretty epic panda suit. There were a lot of other good ones, but too many to name. Then at lunch........Well this is the only day where I can't remember what happened. That's probably because I didn't even watch the lunch assembly...Oh and the Roberts made an AMAZING haunted house that was a TON of fun. I don't think that Jen got to go through it though... Lastly, there was Lip-Sync that day!! It was pretty good, I thought that our grade was better than I expected. My favorite part of ours was our J-Beibs performance.

Day Five: All-Out Raider Day

Finally, the day of Homecoming is HERE! This was the day where we went all out red, white, and black.

Sooooooo much happened this day, so I will approach it little by little. First off, in the morning, the Raider Mobile was going around giving out candy. Sadly, Jen and I were in W-Lab working on her sonnet so we got none of this beloved candy. Also, all throughout the day, the Roberts were doing face paintings, as seen in the picture.  Then at lunch there was Minute to Win it, which was just a bunch of fun competitions, and our grade won!!! *WOO* Oh and I forgot to mention that all the dress days and competitions added to each grade's spirt points. Then came Cheerfest at the end of the school day. Our cheer was okay, I'm actually not to sure how well we did. I was sitting next to a bunch of D-Bags who were pushing everyone down and stuff. I didn't really think any of the other grades were spectacular. I liked the 8th graders' moves, and the seniors who were just jumping up and down and stuff in front. Then there was the football game, which we won 42-7!!! *WOO* That was a pretty good time that would take way too much time to describe fully. After was the Ho'olaulea which was basically a performance showcase. Jen and Tiff went, but Shann, Kels, Rachel, Jaime, Ping, and I stayed behind. I later found out that Gavin and the Vaeas performed, I didn't get to see it, but I am sure that they were AMAZING!!! Then was the Burning of the 'I', which, again, is self-explanatory. If you still don't get it, look at the picture above. Then after that, we moseyed on down to the homecoming dance where we had a ton of fun. Well, actually some of us had fun. I guess I did have fun, but something particular happened that kind of ruined the night for me. Jen doesn't know what it is yet, and seeing as it is late, I don't think that she will see this tonight, and I probably will confront her about it tomorrow morning so I guess that I can talk about it here. I am still really mad at Jen for it, but I can't seem to stay mad at her. Like, I really just want to completely ignore her, or yell at her, or do something about it, but I can't be mad her because I just can't. I hate that, I wish that when we were mad at each other, we could just be mad at each other, but no, the world just forces us to de-madifiy our selfs. But I suppose that that is for the best, but still, I am super mad at her. 

Anyway, that's about it. This thing took me about an hour to write. Yeah, you're welcome. Tomorrow NaNoWriMo starts, which Jen will post about, so I guess that I am excited. Oh and one other thing, Jen, Tiff, and I are having a Harry Potter quote competition in honor of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 coming out on November 19. Exciting stuff. So yeah, that's about it, I am going to go get some sleep.

-Chewy

(Oh yeah, here are those Tie-Dye pictures)

 The top two are Jen's and the bottom one is mine. 

Jen actually made three, but I can't seem to find that picture. 

What? Abandon you? Nooooo...

Haiiiiiiiii.

So...how YOU doin'?

Please don't hit me. Or Kendall, either.

Ok, fine, so it kinda-sorta-maybe-not-really-but-okay-fine-we-did seemed like we abandoned this blog after a whole August full of tender loving, but in our defense, we were really busy dying under this thing called "school" and "work" and, most of the time, "school work." Well, at least I was.

Anyway, we're really sorry for not posting for so long, whoever you are (seven views from Latvia?!?!).

There are several reasons why I wanted to post tonight:
1) I finished Physics homework extra early. THAT'S HOW WE DO.

2) The first quarter of our junior year is slowly coming to a close (two more days!). Sadness. But we're really glad for the one-day-long (One day!?!?!) fall break after the past seven or eight grueling weeks of school.

3) This also means that November is coming up. And you know what that means!
IT'S ALMOST NANOWRIMO!!! This is the first year Kendall and I are doing it together and we want to win. Like, really. This is serious business. It's going to be very interesting.

And finally, 4) I originally intended for my next post to be like a Throwback Post in which I provide you with a little summary of how far we've come in this blog and take you on a walk down Memory Lane.

It's been a little over a year since we started this blog. I still remember it like it was yesterday...

It was Summer of '09 (ALLCAPS!) and Kendall and I were taking summer school. I believe he took Write Right! while I took Geometry B to get ahead in math. Anyway, Kendall only had class in the early mornings while I had class later in the mornings before lunch. So, naturally, being the cool and nerdy and awesome person he is, he hung out a lot in the library during his free time. I was walking from my classroom to our Morning Bench when, I think, he came to meet me halfway and he gave me a piece of paper. On that piece of paper was a print out of the first post of this blog (I think).

I think we threw that paper away.

Kendall had decided to create a blog because, I think the day before, I showed him my Bucket List, a list of things I wanted to do before I died, and one of the tasks was to create a blog. So we built this blog around the idea of sharing a kinda-Bucket List.

But, this is not the time for me to elaborate on these hazy (did you notice I said, "I think," TWICE?!) memories. I still have an APUSH chapter just dying to be read.

Once November starts, however.....OMG, I can't believe I forgot it!
So, Kendall and I are extreme Potterheads--although, because of our nerdyness, you probably already knew that. So....wait, hmmm, should I be typing this up in a blog?....wait, maybe it's supposed to be a secret. Ah, never mind them. Just erase everything I just said.

Anyway, what was I saying?...Oh, so once November starts, I, or Kendall, or whoever, will definitely post in order to officially announce our pariticipation in NaNoWriMo. Aren't you excited? I AM!!! I mean, WE ARE!!!

Okay, I guess that's it for now. Again, we're really sorry for "abandoning" you (18 views from Malta?! MALTA?!?!?!).

---Fruity

P.S. Where IS Malta?

GAH!!!! SECOND TIME WRITING THIS!!!!

So, yesterday, Jen gave us a thrilling list as to why she loves naps. However today, I am going to share with you why I HATE naps, in the form of a list:


1) Just like Jen, when I do nap I can't nap for a little bit. I mean, someone could wake me up or something, but if I am on my own, I will nap forever.


2) Because of this I feel rejuvenated in after the nap because I just got some good sleep.  But wait. Doesn't that mean that I won't be tired when the real time to go to sleep comes around? YES! For example, if I take a nap from 1 to 3, then my "bedtime" is shifted from 11 to 1. Therefore, causing me to wake up in the morning at noon!


3) And as you know, I HATE waking up late.


Moral of this list? NAPS ARE EVIL!


So because Jen shared her NaNoWriMo story with you guys yesterday, I thought I would too.
1) Four friends: 2 guys and 2 girls.
2) They meddle where they aren't supposed to and girl 2 gets kidnapped. 
3) Guy 1 and girl 1 are the love interests. 
4) Lots of plot twists!
So yeah, I am excited.


So today I had my 3rd driving sesh with my driving instructor. It went okay, however the interesting part of this episode took place afterwards when I was waiting to get picked up at autoline. So like a minute after I sit down, Pinochs (one of our awesome student teacher for our leadership class) and Tue (a cool dude) come out because they had a proconsuls meeting. Alex sits next to me and starts talking to me and its awkward, then he leaves. Then Tue (who is sitting on the bench next to me) starts talking and its also awkward until Zobian comes and starts talking to him. Then Ally (Matt's Ally, [the real one, not the evil one]) Comes for some reason then leaves and it was weird because I never saw her as the blast-my-music-in-my-car type of person.
So the moral of this story? I make un-awkward situations awkward.


Also, yesterday Jen said that I don't like anime stuff, well that is a LIE! I just never really watched the super asian stuff that she likes. I watched Dragon Ball Z, Naruto, Yuyu Hakasho, Case Closed, Full Metal Alchemist, Avatar (that counts right?), Pokemon (that counts too....right?), and Digimon. In fact, last night I was watching old, awesome episodes of Digimon. Good times. Pictures below =].


Lastly, I think that we need to review the rule "No Textual Communication" for two reasons 1) you like rules, and 2) we have been breaking it.
1) Absolutely no form of textual communication, whatsoever.
2) No indirectly talking to each other (i.e. Me commenting on Shann's page 'Jen isn't cool') none of that business.
3) No talking to each other through editing posts or editing each others post.
4) Likeing things on Facebook counts! Because it is not a form of textual communication.
5) Business related things are ok.

a;kg;kfbn;wkeng;lkasng;slkfd because of a;odskfj;slkfn-ness, I just had to type this entire post a second time. Fun. 

Siestas used to be EVIL!!

I just woke up from an afternoon nap. It was delicious.

I always used to hate taking naps in the afternoons as a wee lassie, I mean, as a little girl. I hate-hate-hate-hate-hated it. And I had two good reasons why I did. So, here is (I love lists, so indulge me. Side Note #1: I'm going to include a list on all my posts starting....NOW) a list of why I used to hate taking naps:

1) I used to live in the Philippines. School there is different from school here, of course. One of those differences is that instead of eating in school, students go home for lunch for about two hours or so. Then, they return to school. Right about now, your logic should be all like, "But wait! Doesn't that mean that they spend less hours in school because of that two-hour break?" Oh, but see, that's where you're wrong because school ends around 4-ish (or later?) in the afternoon, waaay later than schools here in the US. My point: Many students and teachers use that two-hour break to squeeze in a little nap after lunch. But never for me. My mom would pick us kids up, drive home, she'd prepare lunch, then we'd eat lunch. The perfect time for a nap would be after eating, right? But by that time, an hour would have already passed. And if I decide to take a nap then, I would be late for class.

See, for some reason, my body doesn't know meaning of a "short" nap. If I decide to take a nap, my body knows that it's not dark outside and, therefore, realizes that it is not the right time to sleep, so something inside of me demands that I shut down for exactly two hours. So even if I tell myself, "Only 30 minutes. Set the alarm; you'll only sleep for 30 minutes," I don't even hear the alarm go off and I wake up two hours later. I have never in my life taken a power nap.

So there's your first reason: naps automatically take away two hours of my life. I don't even have a say in it! I mean that's like one-twelfths of my whole day!

But right now you're probably confused because I said in the beginning that I took naps in the afternoon. But then I just went over how I didn't take naps in that two-hour lunch break. This brings me to reason number two.

2) So, if I couldn't take naps in that two-hour lunch break, and yet I told you that I DID take naps in the afternoon when I was a child, when DID I take my afternoon naps? After school when I get home. Duh. And that totally sucked when I was way younger because we got out of school earlier than the older kids and some of my favorite cartoons were on TV during that time (Inuyasha was always at 4:30pm, I think, and then there was also Rurouni Kenshin after that. Side Note #2: Kendall, I know you don't really care for these but today I am going to take a vow that by the time we graduate, you will be a fan of something anime-related)!!! My mom would always be like (in Filipino, of course), "Just sleep for thirty minutes then, and you can wake up in time to watch." But this reason correlates to reason number one: I can't sleep for thirty minutes, Mom, because my body wants to sleep for at least two hours!

*sigh* You can probably tell how confused I always was as a little girl. So I hated taking a nap after schools because, really, I'd rather be doing something else. I mean, I also had homework. (Hey, I LOVED homework.)

I kinda still do, I guess, but not really. And this brings me to my NEXT point: I absolutely love naps now.

The Then-Jen: SIESTAS ARE EVILLLL!!!
The Now-Jen: SIESTAS ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!

School is stressful. 'Iolani is even more stressful. So, I ended up loving me my naps. I don't even mind now that it takes me two hours to return to reality.

But anyway, I just typed up all of that about hating naps. Why? Well, other than the fact that I just woke up from one, I actually have another reason why I just told you about napping!

It's been a couple of weeks since we decided we'd do NaNoWriMo and I still don't have a good solid light bulb (that means "idea" in Jen-speak). Until this past Sunday when something hit me while I sat in our pew at church. I will write about dreams and sleeping and naps and stuff. But not like Inception. Like I told Kendall already, this will be like a ba-dream. Like in Rick Riordan's The Red Pyramid with all the Egyptian gods and everything. But minus the gods and everything.

Well, I kind of still don't have a solid light bulb right now that's fully formulated. It's more...liquid right now and I'm still deciding how it will take shape because I have a bunch of questions in my head. Here are the stuff that I'm sure about though (OMG a second list!):

1) Girl and Guy1 are best friends. (Of course.)
2) Girl can remember EVERY single dream she's ever had. She can even tell you, in detail, the first dream she ever had.
3) There is always Guy2 in her dreams. I don't know why he's there yet. But Guy2 ages along with Girl. His appearances can last from a couple of seconds to hours.
4) For some reason, I have a feeling that Girl is some sort of target.

Like I said, it's not fully formed yet. I'm still fleshing it out. Hope I have you hooked, at least!

OHH! I just had this memory flashback--all that nap-talk made me remember something. But enough for now. That story will be for tomorrow's post. :)

Yay, I finished my post #3 for BEDA! Bye bye now.

--Fruity :)