Procrastination.

Here I am, sitting.
I'm supposed to be doing my summer math homework.
I haven't even touched it today.

Here I am, sitting, surfing the web.
I'm supposed to be cleaning my room.
Even though I did yesterday, it's not quite finished.

Here I am, sitting, surfing the web, chatting with friends.
I'm supposed to be washing my dishes from lunch.
I haven't even put them in the sink.

Here I am, sitting, surfing the web, chatting with friends, PROCRASTINATING.
& it's a damn shame.


Why do so many people chose to procrastinate? Because we're lazy, because we don't want to do any work, because we don't want to get ahead in life? We do it so many times, and we know the consequences, so why keep doing it? I'm sure many people don't get a thrill out of the anxiety or stress tied to procrastination? As Edward Young said, “Procrastination is the thief of time.” - (1683-1765) Think about that. Well, I'm going to go stop procrastinating and begin my math. Isn't that a wonder?

Making Summer Count; Day Eleven

For the past three days, I've been listening to this group on Youtube nonstop! They're called the Midnight Beast, and you should really check them out! I really like their videos, "Lez Be Friends", "Tik Tok Ke$ha Parody", XXXMAS BUDDIES... (How to get a xmas....) (Parody)", and "Friends for Never." They're very addicting.

Today was really good. I definitely made it count... Firstly, since I've changed my sleeping pattern to waking up around 10, I haven't been eating an actual breakfast. I feel it's too late for breakfast. So instead I've been eating pizza. BUT TODAY! I made me waffles and eggs. :] Purely delicious.

Secondly, I actually got summer math homework done. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. We have over 600 problems to do, I think. I haven't really counted, but that's what I've been told. We have to do all the evens of the first two chapters... oh, the joy. My cool friends have decided to have study sessions at Starbucks. We'll work on math. It's a really good idea. Working on math with others so that if you have any questions, someone will be there to answer. We've all agreed that we should have at least some problems done before our first meeting, so that we can get as many questions answered as we can. I'm on the first section of the chapter and I already have questions. :P

Thirdly, I finally got around to watching Dear John. Late, I know. :P But now that I've watched the movie, I can read the book. I wanted to watch the movie before I read the book so that the movie wouldn't suck to me. I knew the book was going to be good regardless. It's a Nicholas Sparks book. I wasn't too sure about the movie, though. I personally think The Notebook will forever be his best, but I lot of people liked the Last Song and Dear John. I've never read a book by him, but I plan to. I have The Notebook and Dear John. I would have been read The Notebook, but I haven't seen it all the way through yet. I KNOW. I'm so late, it's ridiculous. :P Isn't that a wonder?

Have fun you guys, and enjoy life.

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Finals. Dovey Earrings. and Holiday Parties.

Hi, guys! Sorry. I've been studying major hard for the finals I've recently finished. Please forgive me.


I hope everyone is having a great holiday season so far! For all who celebrate, Christmas is in one week! :) Today was the last day of the semester for me and my friends, and I'm so happy to be relieved of all of my educational duties for two weeks. Anyway, I bought my friends gifts such as Oreos or earrings (even one person received Ferrero Rocher chocolate truffles). It was fun receiving gifts myself. Kennedy, a bff, gave me these really cool-looking gold earrings with doves, peace symbols, and hearts. I know it sounds like way too much for an earring, but trust me, they are wonderful!



Last night, my grandmothers apartment had a Grand Opening/Holiday Extravaganza. I should have been studying, but instead, I went. Me and Gran were there for ten minutes before the party was over. Yes, shamelessly, we were late, but in a fashionable way. :) At first, I wasn't really feeling my attire. I looked like I was going to a funeral. But with a few lovely accessories, I was able to change up my mood. After the party was over, guest were still hanging out, and my grandmother started talking to Mr. Joseph Gargery. (That really isn't his name. If you've read "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens, you'll know that Joe is a character. I only call our Joe that because I don't know his real last name, and I was reading the book while I met him.) That left me standing there awkwardly while Mr. Joseph Gargery flirted and stared openly at my Gran. I walked away with the excuse of "going to look at the tree", where I went to take pictures. Speaking of which, I actually took the picture of the ornament you see above. I'm thinking about joining Photo next year. While taking pics, I noticed a huge chocolate fountain. I just so happened to notice it at the time that the lady was dipping a strawberry, cheesecake, and brownie into it. Now, I'm not a big fan of chocolate, but I am of that! yumm. (: the lady let me take a tub of choclate home which is now sitting in my frigde...


'Tis all for now. Since I'm on break, I'll definetly post more that three times a week for the next two weeks. Isn't that a wonder?

Gedichte. Smiles. and Art Shows.

I take German for my language class. I've been taking it since fourth grade because it's required for the school that I went to. Why my classmates and I didn't take Spanish is still a mystery to me. Since Spanish is the second leading language in the United States, it would have made so much more sense for us to have taken Spanish. When will I go to Germany and try to have a conversation? But let's get off of that note.

In German class today, we read a Gedichte (poem) about a man who knew two women. One was insecure about herself and asked questions such as, "Are my eyes beautiful?" and "Am I the best dancer?" This went on, and the poet answered each question with, "Yes." Until she asked the very forward question, "Do you love me?". He didn't answer. The second lady, was completely different, and asked him questions such as, "Did you hear from your family?" When he answered "no", she became sad. She became happy when he told her that he wasn't lonely. The last line is, "She didn't ask if I loved her." Basically implying that he loved her.**

The thing about this poem, I'm afraid that I would be the first lady! I am a very insecure person, and in class, our German teacher, Frau Kelly, was explaining to us how that wasn't attractive at all. Which of course, only made my self esteem lower! And I sit next to this really hot guy, Travis***, and we're pals. We shared a book today in class, so we were really close. Every time I even thought about shifting closer, this wave came over me, and it was amazing! The only thing: I don't like him. "/ Yeah, I'm extremely attracted to his looks, and he's extremely friendly, but I have my eyes on a bigger prize.

Which brings us to another topic. Tanner James***. He is the most beautiful guy I think I've seen. EVER. (I hope my readers realize there's a difference between "beautiful" and "hot".) Today, he was walking around the cafeteria with a jar for the Malachi fund. When I tried to donate my dollar (unnoticed), it wouldn't fit! It wasn't folded enough times, so I had to set my things down, fold the dollar a couple more times, and force the dollar down. This whole time, my friend, Jazmin, asked how tall he was (6'4"). As we walked away, I turned around to get a final look at him, and he was SMILING at me! It was amazing! Almost as awesome as the very first smile he gave me, which (I must add) was so beautiful, that I shook with happiness and began to cry! (Not in his face, of course. Much too smooth for that.) This time I began to shake, and I teared up, and it was just amazing. ")

Tanner is an artsy guy. He's in Photography, and tonight there's an art show at my school. I really wish I was able to go. I'm pretty sure his art is going to be sold there. The only thing that's stopping me is stupid transportation issues. Sometimes I wish that I could walk everywhere. That everywhere I go was in walking distance. But as for now, it's OK. There will be other chances for me to hang out with him, right? I think that's just how you have to look at life. If one thing doesn't go your way, it's OK to be mad at the world when you first get bad news. That's exactly how I was. I stopped talking to my mom, my breath caught, and I couldn't understand why she didn't have sympathy for me. But after a while, you have to get over it. Her word was final, and I had to deal with it. Plus, it isn't like I had the cash to buy his art. I went holiday shopping this weekend. :) Isn't that a wonder?

**I translated all lines from the poem into English. Since it was German class, the story was in German.

*** Name change.

Alice. Me. Her Land. My Land.

Did you have a childhood obsession? Are you currently holding on to your Little Mermaid dolly, your first teddy bear, or (on the unoriginal side of things) you blue blankie?

In my case, that isn't the case. Two years ago, when I was in seventh grade, my school put on the Alice in Wonderland play. I was happy to get the part of the Mock Turtle. I had my very own scene in which I told my own story. I punched the line about the Tortoise well and received laughs. I made a new dance number and sang the song. The dance was such a big deal, other people wanted to join in and dance! The experience was really fun. I was able to practice after-school and work on my lines, I was able to get helpful constructive criticism, and I was able to make my own costume! This changed my outlook of the story. I began to truly cherish the Caterpillar, the Mad Hatter, the Knight, and even the Cheshire Cat. The story of the girl who went on a journey in a magical, mad world truly held interest to me.

Yesterday night, I watched Nick Willings' two night version, Alice, on SyFy. I enjoyed the changes that were made. Alice dad's was involved, the Mad Hatter was really hot, and it was set in a city? These changes were good as far as a remake was involved. (I'm glad the original story wasn't such, though.)

My life is a wonderland, too. At least, that's how I like to compare it. There are incidents worth telling, mind boggling moments, magic, and always a mad scandal going on. In this blog, you will read how my life holds wonders. Enjoy! Isn't that a wonder?