January 27, 2014-- Happiness Is....

This is going to be a very badly organized post, but here goes:

Happiness is....

Happiness is loads and loads of beautiful, sparkling SNOW!

Happiness is finishing your school work and having the rest of the day free.

Happiness is a square of chocolate after a week of eating healthy.(Or deer jerky instead of chocolate--whichever you prefer.)

Happiness is having your own blog and being able to write whatever you want!

Happiness is this song:

Happiness is not....

• being snowed in.
• having all your basketball games canceled because of weather.
• eating healthy
• not knowing where your MP3 player full of Taylor Swift music is.

For once, I'm actually done with school instead of secretly typing my blog posts while pretending to do school!

My friend Chloee left a comment on my guest book! She asked me how to write a novel. Well, that's a really tough topic! Many have tried and failed to answer that question. So I'm writing a blog post that I'll post soon called "How to Write a Novel."

Today is one of my best friends' birthdays. When we were little, she and I used to think it was awesome that we were born exactly twenty days and twenty minutes apart. It was like fate. Happy birthday, Tiffini! I hope fourteen is your best year yet. <3

As much as I'm always saying how I don't give a darn what other people think, really I kind of do.

The whole time I've had this blog, I've worried what other people might think when they read it. I've worried what my friends and family will think if they stumble across it. I've worried what other writers will think when they read my pieces. I've worried that my blog looks really unprofessional.

Well, I realized something today: I don't need to worry.

If people think what I write is lame or bad, they are jerks and they can buzz off. No one is making them read this. If my friends and family read this blog, what's on here shouldn't bother them because they know that I'm just being me. If other writers want to criticize what a teenager writes, they can hurl insults at me and I'll welcome them with open arms-- I need criticism to grow! And so what if my blog doesn't look professional? I'm fourteen, for Pete's sake! I'm not trying to look professional.

So I'm going to stop worrying about what other people think and write!....

Later. Because I just discovered another overdue assignment....

Oh, brother.


 

Seven Things On Sundays

Okay, I haven't done this in a while, but here it is:

Pure Randomness: A List of Seven Random Things I Just Realized

1. In my daily writing practice, the name Justin keeps popping up as a character. WHY IS THAT??!!

2. In every story I've ever written, there has been a cat of some sort. Whether a live cat or a stuffed cat or a tree that resembles a cat, it's there. In every. Single. One.

3. Most of my friends have a Facebook or Instagram account. Me, I'm happy with an email address and a blog. And from what I've read over my friends' shoulders, Facebook and Instagram ain't as awesome as everybody says. (Duck-face selfies, girls? Really!? And no one needs to see pictures of what you ate for dinner!)

4. I never actually call my cat, Snickers, by her name. I say stuff like "baby" or "girl" or "Nickers." But never Snickers.

5. Sharp objects and I do not get along well. (This includes high heels.)

6. Of my three personal New Year's Resolutions, I have kept one-- and I haven't even kept that one all the way....

7. I would rather argue with someone for ten minutes than have a pleasant conversation with them for an hour.

 

But It's STILL Cold Outside (Yay!)

Sigh. January is almost over. The first month of the year is gone. 

 

Basketball season is almost over. The birthday and Christmas cards have finally stopped coming. (It's a little bit depressing to walk the quarter-mile to the mailbox and find nothing but catalogs and bills. It means the holidays are officially over.) And on February 1st, I'll have to take down the birthday cards displayed on my dresser:

 

This isn't the best quality picture,
but it was hard to get them all in there!
I still barely managed to get them all in one picture--
see, Fat Cat on the end is sucking in his stomach
 to fit in the picture!

 

Thank goodness winter isn't over yet! There's still a good foot of snow, short dark days, way-below-0 windchills, and school cancelations reminding us of that.

 

I'm not being sarcastic when I say I really do love January! I wish it never had to end. Why is it that people love snow and a nip in the air in December, but complain and whine about it after New Year's?

I'm going to go out and enjoy the winter weather! Oh, wait. It's already six o'clock, which means it's pitch-black outside.

 

Darn.