For Better or For Worse

After a few moments of skimming one of my friend's blogs, I noticed one that stuck out. I read the short entry and found myself focusing in on one word: change.
When I think of change, my mind beings to ramble because there has been so much of it. From the latest scientific discoveries, to the latest fashion design, I've realized change can be seen anywhere and everywhere. And from the overwhelming effect of knowing about all of this change in the world, I can't help but look within. How have I changed? How have I changed others around me? Have I changed for better or worse? Did I change them for better or worse? Hopefully, the choice is "better" and not the latter, if there was any change at all.
But was there?
I know everyone changes, but have I changed a great deal or just a little?
I know I used to be quieter. I know I hardly talked. Now, I feel bad because I know I annoy people, including my mother, with my constant talking. I think I have always blamed my sister for that.
It's either one: her love of talking has rubbed off on me, unfortunately, or two: I finally learned to speak up.
When my sister and I got in blood-boiling arguements, it was always when no one was home. (Nowadays, we just usually shut the door and hope no one is bothered too much by the volume of our voices.) We would argue and I'd feel like she would just ignore anything that came out of my mouth. When I'd finally feel we'd be getting to the source of the problem, she would begin that oh-so common storming off to her room. When I'd see her begin this ritual retreating, I'd try to get to the point or say something that would force her to answer. Usually, it didn't work and she'd just slam her door in my face. Respecting her wish to end the arguement, even though I didn't want to, I would drop it.
These events where I would just leave my anger hanging caused it to build up. Finally, I refused to put up with it. When she'd slam her door in my face, I'd just freaking open it back up and yell in hers. I would speak my mind and make sure she heard me.
Sadly, even though I felt like I was finally able to "stand up" to her, I caused myself a problem: I was now talkative, and it was to a level to where I'd get on my own nerves.
During the times where my mom and I have made ice-cream, I have, and still do, frequently find that I ramble and I can see on her face that she just wished I'd shut up. At that point, I find I'm thinking the same thing (I honestly don't know how she puts up with me). Usually I declare that I figure she is thinking this, admit that I'm thinking it, too, and then try my best to talk a whole lot less.

So, yes, I have changed, but in this case, it was, for the most part, worse.

Disturbed by the Disturbia

My mother is watching TV right now, one of the few times she can, and guess what is on?
Disturbia.
I entered the living room to report my progress on my homework like a good, little trooper, and saw Shia LaBeouf on the screen. Of course, I'm a fan of Transformers and of Even Stevens, so I couldn't help but try to guess what movie this old Disney character was featured in. A few moments later, I realized it was one I had not yet seen. Soon enough, I assumed it was, in fact, Disturbia since I had yet to see the movie.
After standing next to my mother for a few minutea, watching the movie as a devoted TV-addict would, my mother asked about homework. I told her how far I'd gotten and reported that I had only a few more blogs left. She pointed to the screena and suggested that I blog about what I would do if I were in his situation, being under house arrest.
Well, I'd do the first thing that Shia did: get on the Xbox and play war games with people around the world. Of course, he wasn't playing Halo 3 or Cally of Duty. I believe that he was playing "Ghost Recon," but that's beside the point. I would simply play on my brother's Xbox until my mother would be fed up with me not helping around the house and take it away or if my brother just kicked me out of his room and told me to buy my own Xbox.
After a possible deprivation of the Xbox, I'd resort to the computer.
Weeks upon weeks of being on the computer at a constant rate would probably lead to me losing sight of reality and would never again emerge from my house, if even my room. There would be no outside world, just simply the world on the web
Okay, not really. I was just being dramatic, but it was entertaining to read, right?
I'm not exactly sure of how I'd react to having all that time on my hands with nothing needing to be done.

Though, if I think I'm bored now, with only a few hours, if any, of spare time, I know that I would learn an entirely new meaning of the word boredom if I were ever put under house arrest.
I can only hope that I would not end up as a witness to a murder.

Winter Weather

-Chose the Prompt because it makes me think of a game :)-
I think the Prompt was, "Write about winter, but begin sentences with W's, though, it can't be 'winter.'"
If it wasn't, well, this is. ;D

I suppose this will be a collection of different things I could say during one winter day...except for the first line. :)

"What do you want to do during this winter-weather?" so-and-so asks.
Well, we can play in the snow...
We should have a snowball fight!
Will you make a fort to protect yourself from my fierce snowball-throwing skills? ;D
Whether you do or don't, I'm sure we'll have fun!

Would you like to build a snowman with me?
Wishing for him to come to life won't make him Frosty the Snowman, sorry.

Was that supposed to be a snow-angel, or did you just fall down? (OH! BURRRN! XD)

Watch me as I sled down this hill at a super-sonic speed!
Wind...-gasp-...blowing right in my face...-gasp-...can't breathe...
Woah, I almost ran into a tree! (-not Mattie Silver-)
Whoops...that wasn't a tree, it was a lady with...extra padding...and I don't mean her clothes. (Ouch!)
Woohoo! That was a wild ride!

Want to go on a sleigh ride? Okay, you can be the horse, and I'll be on the sled!
Wait, I was just kidding!

-shivers- Water just dripped on my neck from that icicle!

When you're ready to go inside, we should have some hot chocolate!

Whew! What a fun day!


...Yeah...W's...


EDIT: (Forgot to add this!)
If you don't want to do any of this with me, then you can take a potato chip...-huff huff-...AND EAT IT. XDDD

In a World of My Own

Have you ever let your imagination get the best of you and wonder what it would be like to live in any fantasy world of your choice?
If you have, where did you imagine?
For those of you that know about Kingdom Hearts, I'd live there.
I mean, it's all Disney for one, but I could hop in my "Gummi Ship" and go to Neverland! While in Neverland, I could be a pirate, have a reason for acting like a kid, and, on top of all, FLY!
But even to just have a place to escape to...that would be great.
You could forget your stress and just relax...
Man, I wish I could travel to my Wonderland.

Maybe I can just be like Alice and dream I went there...

I Can't Wait

I can't wait for Spring to arrive.
I usually like winter because I like cold weather, but I am ready for a warm, sunny day.
I want to see grass that isn't dead and trees that aren't bare.
I want to feel a breeze that doesn't chill me to the bone.
I just want to be able to see the SUN.
I like cold weather, but I can't ride my bike in the icy rain.
I like cold weather, but I can't go outside without a jacket.
I just LIKE cold weather, I don't love it.

I don't know about you, but I can't wait for spring.
:)

Disappointment

I don't if it was the way my mother raised me, but teachers have an affect on me.
I know that they should, but I know many/most students are not affected whatsoever by teachers.
When a teacher fusses at me for being a little too noisy, or even if I just don't know the answer to a question that I should be able to answer, I feel...well, I guess like a dog with it's head down and tail between it's legs.
Last year, Ms. Jones simply told the girls in the back corner, which included me, to quiet down and pay attention to the notes that she was taking. I felt bad that she was upset with us, even if only a little. I felt like I caused her to think less of me. For most of the remaining time in class, I lowered my head and didn't talk much.
A few days ago in Mr. Fuller's class, I was called on to answer a couple of questions that he asked during his lecture. I was paying attention, which is one reason I think he called on me, and felt bad because I waited so long to answer that he was assuring me that whatever I say would be right since the first question was asking my opinion. I usually don't talk in his class, so I was nervous and on top of it, it wasn't my best subject. So I finally answered and he asked me another question. I immediately had an answer, but it only remained in my head because I didn't want to be wrong. Again, he tried to help me by comforting me by saying that there were a few different answers that would work. I still didn't say my answer. Right when I was about to say it, he gave a hint that made me positive it was right. Then, he asked me another question. This one, I had two answers in my head, so I tried to think which would be the best to say. Stacie was sitting behind me and said something, which happened to be one of my answers, so I said it. By then, others had thrown out ideas, of which, all were correct. Apparently, both of my answers would've been right.
But all in all, I felt horrible afterwards. I couldn't answer his questions, or at least right off the bat, and again I felt like I lowered the...(can't think of the right word)...standard of myself as a honors student.

Lastly, and most recently, English. My teacher gave my class a lecture about our work ethic as honor students, and if honor students are truly what we are. This lecture was...sad, i suppose, for me. I mean, I have always been in the higher-ranked classes ever since Elementary school, but I never thought about if I actually put forth the effort required in honors. I know that for math I'd be in the next level, which would be two farther than the norm, if I actually double-checked my work. I don't know if that applies to me anymore, but I know that's how it used to be for me. Anyways, I just don't think I put forth all my effort. I know I don't because I don't have a 4.0 GPA.

(NOTE: No matter what anyone may say, I believe the lecture was definitely fair. It's the second time that she has been forced to point out our, somewhat, extreme laziness and procrastination and it's really sad that she had to. I don't blame her for doubting we really are what we claim to be. Although, if you truly feel that you aren't cut out for the work, or maybe that you just don't want to do it, maybe her analysis was correct for you and a less advanced class will be more suited for you. [Sorry if that sounds really mean! D':]
Also, this, and the lecture itself, was not directed at any one person. It was for all of us, even if it didn't seem so. We can all improve our work ethic in some way...Heck, I know I need to.)

I Can't Believe I'm Writing This...

I am writing about a certain topic that I never thought I'd write: Pokemon. Yeah, P-O-K-(accent)E-M-O-N.

(Laugh away, Stacie and Alyssa, laugh away.)

Today, I found myself talking about Pokemon to Alyssa. It felt perfectly normal, but I only noticed it because Stacie turned towards me and smiled with mockery. Once I realized this, it just hit me.
I'm playing a Pokemon game now.
And I'm talking about it easily.
The idea of my newly found interest in Pokemon is weird, but don't get me wrong! I don't think that anyone that plays a Pokemon game is weird! I just had never been into Pokemon as a child, mainly because we didn't get the channel, and I never thought I would be. (I used to be into Digimon, well, before all the NEW shows.)
I'm not a very advanced player of any Pokemon game, but I might surprise myself one day and find that I've turned into one.

Please, Don't Let It Snow Too Much!

Everyone has been talking about how tomorrow we will hopefully get out of school because we'll get a few inches of snow. Well, a snow day does sound nice, I mean, who wouldn't want to get out of school, but too many could be a problem. A problem that could cause a vacation trip to Disney World to be canceled.

My mother planned out our vacation many months ago of when we are going to Disney World. We chose June because it would be the easiest time for us and for our guests (Joy and I each to bring one friend). Also, if we made it early in the month, we could save some money and beat the large crowd rush that comes in the middle of summer.If you don't count the extreme temperatures, everything was perfect. Then we found out that the beginning of our trip was not that far from the end of school.
Sure, at first a few days in between the two dates doesn't seem that bad, but if we have more than four or five snow days, we would be in trouble.

Hopefully we won't get too many snow days this school year!

NOTE: Joy and I are no problem because we can use our exemptions to get out of finals, but my mom has to work a few days after school is out.

This Past Year...Warning! It will bore you. :/

(I usually don't go with the prompt, but this time I kinda am.)

Honestly, I can't really remember much about this past year. I remember playing Apples to Apples for the first time with the gang, but that happened recently.
I, sadly, vaguely remember Fall Break (so I'll probably never finish that Blog Story) and Summer Break is just a blur that I cannot sort out. Spring Break...I do remember something! Stacie came over to my house to spend the night. She actually was able to pet Ginger and I stubbed my pinky toe on a doorway and ended up with a blood blister, which was my first.
Let's see...Is there anything else I remember?
I went to Disney World with my mother's sister, who had never been before...
I tried to skate, briefly, at Skates Alive for the first time in years...
Alyssa got her hair cut short and everyone said she looked like a baby doll...( XD )

Sadly, my mom just reminded me of something that was SUPER IMPORTANT and I cannot BELIEVE I forgot, but in January, there was an ice storm that affected people for weeks if not months.

Well, that's all I can really remember for last year...
I guess it was uneventful for me...well, besides the ice-storm.