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I have decided….


I will not be using this blog anymore.

This blog has run it’s course and that course (?) has come to its end. You may shed a tear now. BUT I am by no means going to stop blogging. Quite the contrary. Going with the flows of new and evolved “technology” I am going to change  to a new blogging program. (Oh I know I’m a traitor) Here’s the links. One for my writing, and another for my frivolous other posts.


Me Plus You

Goodbye dearest WordPress. You’ve been awesome. And I hope to see all you readers over at my other blog. (It’s cooler)



Something else that I’ve started studying is shorthand. Which is a” system of rapid handwriting employing symbols to represent words, phrases, and letters.” Apparently you’ve gotta be able to do that if you want to be a journalism, so can’t really get around it I suppose. I’ll post it here as a PDF file for anyone who’s interested.

Teeline Complete


(Tx dad)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

–Rudyard Kipling

Just some silly stuff I write on the side that doesn’t exactly qualify as “newsey” but doesn’t really fit on my blog. Keep in mind that everything is kind of a joke…


It’s So Bad It’s Actually Funny

Life is super funny don’t you think? I mean, where else would everything that needs to happen NOT happen and everything that you sincerely hope WON’T happen does? That’s pretty funny if you ask me.

I think that’s how you should look at it. Like when it rains exactly on the day you decide to go to Universal Studios Japan, think about how funny it is that it just HAD to rain. It just couldn’t hold it in for a few more hours. So you end up sloshing through a few inches of water and getting your shoes and socks soaked through and you come home in serious danger of dying of pneumonia. If that happened in a movie it would be considered a comedy. So why not look at it like that?

Or take the slightly more tragic and tear inducing situation. Like….say, not being able to go to your friends birthday party.

You’ve gotta admit that not being able to go to the one party that you’ve been lobbying for since kingdom come is so ridiculously cruel that it actually begins to look funny. I mean, what are the odds? You did EVERYTHING right and still it went wrong. And then you went a threw a fit and actually started crying and basically caused a whole lot of drama all around the house. I’m betting you looked pretty stupid. Which is always fun.

Seriously people, life’s pretty funny and its also extremely short. So we should all start acting like it is. Is what I think


For Anita (And me) because we both love Plushy:D

Speaking of figure skating. Who thinks Evan Lysacek is a teeeeeny tiny little bit of a…shall we say…coward(?)

Why? Because he’s pulled out of worlds. There’s nothing wrong with pulling out of a competition, but I think he should have gone. He probably doesn’t want to have to defend his Olympic gold title that he so recently acquired. And since there’s been a lot of controversy over who really should have won blah blah blah, if he loses that will mean that he didn’t REALLY deserve the gold at Vancouver and that would be a trifle embarrassing for him. Oh well. I don’t know much about figure skating and the politics of it all. But Evan should go. Even if its just to show everyone that he’s not afraid of losing.

I’ve Done It Again

No mom, I’m not talking about your missing muffins. (That was Anita’s fault) What I meant to say was that I’ve…..started another blog. I KNOW! Recently I barely even update this one, HOW THE (Censored) are you going to keep ANOTHER one?!?!?!?!?! Firstly. The new one is in Japanese. So it sorta counts toward language development…? I think. (So if I’m on the computer during school hours you can’t say anything mom) So, it’s for a good cause. Secondly. I PROMISE (Not to you. To myself) to update my blog with AT LEAST one post a day. Both blogs. So now you can all be happy and I can have two blogs and I can be happy and then we’ll all be happy and that’s just great.

(Did I mention that this is my post for the day….Guess not)

Oh and here’s my other bloggie. Life Is Happy

Because it is

So Many Things…

…are going on right now. Well, not REALLY. In fact, life continues on as always. But it seems different. To me at least. I feel busier. Maybe a tiny little bit more fulfilled. Like I’m not just drifting along with no purpose. I feel like I’m actually working towards something and that makes me feel motivated.

As a person, I tend to get all excited about something but after a while I get bored. I’m not the sort of person who finishes everything they start. I’m one of those fair weather ninnies and I’m kind of a wimp. I don’t like hard work and I tend to run away from difficult things. BUT I’m trying to change that. I’ve always found it difficult to be the “real” me. I’ve always been caught up in the person I thought I should be or the things I thought I should be able to do. For example….For the longest time I thought I should be a computer graphics designer. Because that’s what my genius of a brother does. And he’s great at it. So for the longest time I ran around reading computer books. But that didn’t last. Because I honestly wasn’t interested. Or another time, I was so convinced that I wanted to be a nurse. And I was going to go to school and everything. But that didn’t last either. Because I wasn’t completely dedicated to that. I’ve always wanted glamorous roles. I love being the center of attention. So I’ve always tried to convince myself that my talents are the sort of  ones that get you noticed. Like, say, singing or dancing or getting on CNN for helping orphans in Haiti or whatever. But recently I’ve begun to get a sneaking suspicion that maybe, just maybe, I’m meant to be in the sidelines. Maybe it’s someone else’ job to be a shining star or whatever. Maybe. But whatever happens, I do think I’ve found something I’m completely in love with and that I could actually dedicate time and effort and hard work to. So yeah. Cheers for me<3

Quote Of The Day

“Sometimes in life you don’t feel like a winner. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t a winner.”

-Lady Gaga


We all want to be famous. We all want to sing, we all want to act, we all want to be followed around by hoards of paparazzi and screaming fans. We all want it all.


Why is it that even though countless celebrities are continuously drilling into our heads the fact that fame isn’t all its made up to be and  that being “famous” is just as much a job as drilling holes in the pavement, we still spend most of our time daydreaming about the day when we’ll receive the phone call telling us that we “got the job” or that our album “just outsold Thriller!”

Why is it that we all envy singers and actors who work 15 hours a day, rain or shine, and sleep in lonely hotels far away from family and loved ones?

Why do we want to be interviewed by pesky reporters who pretend to be your friend when all they really want is a good story?

Why is it that we all want to be famous?

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