Weirdest night ever

Yesterday was. If it's possible to be in love with a song, I am. I have heard this song on about every show ever and now it's on the Winnie the Pooh trailer. I used to love Winnie the Pooh when I was little and this song almost made me cry. I am actually going to see that movie.  I googled the song later, found it on YouTube, and actually did cry. It felt good, weirdly enough. I need to become an emotion casserole more often.

Tonight I went to my friend's little brother's birthday, and we sang Beatles songs, like we did before. It's a tradition now, ha ha ha. As is drinking smoothies and watching House when I'm feeling messed up. The next weeks are going to be fun, because I have vacation and I'm going to NH with my family, to Cali with my friend, then Chicago with my family, then Boston, then back to the gooood old Island. It should be awesome.




I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

I'm back

Well, I have a smoothie now! I feel slightly better, having chosen raspberries and mango. But I forgot the maple syrup so I'm on my bed eating the sourest smoothie to ever be made. But it's good.
Yeah, I'm going to finish this episode and then do some homework. I have to study for a history retake, which sucks. Moan.

See ya,

Amme

I wonder if humans can deflate

I'm guessing not, but that's kind of how I'm feeling right now. I feel weird. I'm shaking, for reasons best known to the 80% of my brain I can't access, I am gaining weight, and I'm always incredibly hungry, but I'm not eating because I don't want to throw up. I am exhausted, but I can't sleep. My room is a mess and I really want to clean it but I'm like, weak. I physically can not get off this bed. I am a mess of contradictions.
I guess I'll be okay, though. I'm not dead yet. I am going to go downstairs and make a smoothie now. That's what I do when I am seriously whacked out, is make a smoothie. I'm thinking raspberries, strawberries, maybe some banana. Ha ha. Now you know I'm messed up. I hate banana.

Love and Kisses

Long time no see

Haven't posted in weeks. Finished halfway my book for school. I'll post it when I feel like it.
I am really, really sad right now. I got into my favorite high school, but no financial aid, so I probably can't go there. I'm not crying, I haven't cried in years (not since Mockingjay came out last summer, when I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed... dont read that book. Just dont) but I'm pretty close. That and I spent last night trying not to throw up, for some random reason. I don't know why but it was awful. Now I feel like that again. Like crying and throwing up.
Also, I was going to sleep over at a friends but I can't. Now im home alone with my sister. And the power's out. The power keeps going out over the past week, I dont know why. I was reading this book and the apocalypse started out with the power blowing. And now my computer's dying and I cant charge it. There's some kind of irony here, I know it.
Im going to persevere. I am going to go clean my room now while there's still light. Maybe if I dont paint it therell be enough to send me to WHS. I can live with that actually.
Ill post my book later when the powr's back on.

Long weekend

Hi people. I'm watching Titanic with a friend and falling madly, head-over-heels in love with Leo DiCaprio. (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!) His voice is this gorgeous shade of honey-wood color and I am dying. OMG he's back on!!! I bet he's going to die though. Phooey.
I am seriously depressed right now though. I read Angel, the latest book in the Maximum Ride series, which was god-awful. (Skye4limits, you know what I mean!!! I literally cried at the end in case you didn't notice!) I hate James Patterson. Hate him. He should be hung, drawn and quartered. Made to repent his crimes. JP, you suck!
Anyway, see you all soon!
-Amme

*"in the town were i was born lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told me of his life in the land of submarines" THE BEATLES
THE COOKIE MONSTER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&&&&&&&&&&&&&***************%%%%%%%%%%%%%@@@@"
-THAT WAS MY FRIEND BEING BORED.

A Great Saturday So Far

I've been sick the past week, and now I'm FINE!!! I can totally hear the freaking ANGELS singing!!!

It's been freakishly warm lately. 50 DEGREES!!! OMG!!! It's making me ridiculously happy. I aboslutely love summer, and IMHO, spring is just an obstacle in the way of a rainy, sunny, foggy, windy, hot, cool, sandy, salty paradise.

My parents are getting me one thing for my birthday and one thing only - I get to redo my room HOWEVER I want it. Which is a wonderful thing, I tell you. Right now it's a light shade of yellow reminiscent of the letter L, and  I really don't like it. I'm painting it the colors of the bay, blue-grays, and rearranging it. And putting driftwood on the walls. I already have an old buoy hanging on my shelf, and seaglass and shells on all my windowsills. I think I'll keep those. They go pretty well with my color scheme. I'll post more when I've decided on paint.

Bye!! 

Hola

Hiii people. It's been a sort of good week. But I am really run down right now. I kind of need to go to bed. Once, of course, I finish watching the newest NCIS episode.
I'll post later! Love you all!

Chapter 2

This is Chaptero Dos. Knock yourself (yourselves?) out!

Chapter 1

This is Chapter One of my novel for school. Enjoy!

Prolouge

Prolouge to my story called Qae that I'm writing for school. Hope you like it!

The apocalypse is coming

So - I read this book called Life As We Knew it, and now I'm totally paranoid, in case you couldn't tell. In the book, the moon gets knocked closer and all islands and coastal parts are swallowed by water. I was in the car with my friend, and I was reading, and suddenly I just had to see if the moon was still there. Call me crazy (I had a fever! Still do!), but I was looking all around for it.

"Amme, what in God's name are you doing?"
"Ok... this is going to sound insane... but I'm looking for the moon..."

 I haven't been allowed to forget that yet.

I don't know if this happens to normal people too (ha ha- I just made myself sound like an alien...), but I'm guessing not. When I have a fever, my colors become really, really intense. I don't know how that would work for you people... maybe blurred vision or something? I don't notice it at first, kind of like when you're falling asleep and you suddenly realize you aren't conscious anymore. But then it becomes so phsycadelic I can't see straight, curved or crooked, and I walk around running into walls the whole time unless I get some Advil. It's really, really trippy, and sometimes scary. I've never been high, but I assume that's what it feels like. o_O

Another thing - I am writing a short novel for an Independent Project, and I'd really like to post it up here, one chapter a week. I'll start now with the prolouge and first chapter. I'd love feedback, or anything. Thanks!

Historical Short Story (invention-panpipes)

Four Hours of Sleep

Well, I thought it was a good name for a band.

That's what I got last night. I am starting to really, truly, hate homework. That and I got a lecture from my teacher today because I blew a history test. I get to redo it tonight, which is pretty lucky, but still. I actually studied for this one. Usually I don't need to, because (the colors of) dates, names, and places stick in my head like gorilla glue. Guess it didn't help. Me and my raccoon eyes will go sulk in the corner now.

Anyvay, I'm going to post some of my writing and photography today. I need to be productive, ha ha ha. And could everyone please send my science teacher Tom good karma? He slipped and fell on the ice today and killed his back. Thanks!

I am going to post my short story I wrote for History. Enjoy!

I sure do love procrastinating!

I am stalling doing my math homework right now. Not that you care...

SUPER BOWL!!!! My mom and I are probably the only straight female football fans on the island right now, but we can still enjoy it. Whoop di doo. I guess I'm just bitter the Patriots aren't in this year. And the Black Eyed Peas still tick me off, so I am out of the room until the halftime show is over. They had the right idea last year, with The Who. I am consulting the all-powerful YouTube as we speak... Wow, Pete Townshend is the coolest old-man rocker ever!! He kinda sounds like a muppet though... The drummer is CRACKING ME UP!!! HE LOOKS LIKE A MONKEY!!! Sorry, no offense to The Who. 

Teenage Wasteland!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I hate you, Roethelsburger. However you spell his name. I still hate him. Anyway.

I am going to work on getting music for this blog. That should be fun...

Bye!

Amme

Rock Band

I really love Rock Band. Just saying.

I was over at my friends tonight (I am over there 24/7 - today when I showered I realized I smelled like them!) My parents were there too, and we were all singing and playing and etc. and it was soooo much fun! My friend and I have a sort of band going (not really a band - more of a duo), called Dark Sarcasm, and we are recording our first song. I do drums, tuning (a side effect of synesthesia? perfect pitch by the color), and piano sometimes while she does guitar (and she rocks at it!), piano the rest of the time, harmonica,  and we both do vocals. It's a cover of a not-as-well-known song, but it's a great one. (Yeah, like I'm going to tell you what it is! When we're YouFamous, just you FIND OUT!) Today we tried to work on it, but it didn't work out so well. We watched Merlin instead, and I am now hopelessly in love with Arthur, despite his gross mahagony-and-goldenrod name. I am renaming him in my mind...



He still can't compete with this guy from White Collar, though... I love him! LOVE him!



It's scarily warm out, probably a town record. 44 degrees in the middle of February. And it's rainy, and foggy, and beautiful and islandy, and it's NOT SNOWING!!! Alleluia rejoice!!! This is my favorite type of weather, rain and fog. Now the ground just needs to be clear and I'm happy.

Happy Foggy day!

-Amme

One-day week

This is certainly the first one-day school week of my school career. Maybe even the first on the island. Who knows, but it rocks!

It's really pretty, with ice over everything, and more clearly on the way from the color of the clouds. I love the color of the clouds. It reminds me of summer. Like, when you're at the beach, and it's sooo hot, and there's a million tourists there too, and suddenly you notice there's a huge thunderhead above you. In five minutes, it's blacker than night, and the stupid tourists are screaming like they're being dissected, and running like they just saw the loch ness monster in the dark gray water and you're just laughing uncontrollably, so glad you're an islander. You look at your friends and yell all at once "I'm staying!"  You convince yourself nothing of or pertaining to lightning will happen, which is probably true anyway. Then you all start riding the huge waves, and only when lightning actually strikes within your eyesight do you all scramble out of the water, screaming and laughing hysterically, and getting sand all over your sun-tanned bodies.

Sorry. I think I'm suffering from beach withdrawal. For some odd reason, my parents have forbidden me go to the beach in an ice storm. Hmm. Scratches head... ;)

Anyway, I have found a new obsession - Paramore. I heard "That's What You Get" on Rock band, and checked it out, and now I'm hooked. Haley Williams is my IDOL. If someone offered me her voice in exchange for jumping off a bridge, I'm afraid I would totally take it. I hate my voice. It's a nasty, flat, blue/purple/maroon/pink, depending on the time, my mood etc., and it has a ring that gives it yellow edges and I HATE it. Haley's is a softish yellow/apricot pink. I love the male voices too, they complement hers nicely. Dark blue and green go really well with her particular shade of yellow. It really is so sad that none of you can ever see that! I will try to scan some of my paintings to put up here, but it still can't really compare. Just imagine it.

Good night!

Lion King

I just got back from seeing The Lion King. It was AAAAMMMMMMAAAAAZZZZZIIIINGGGG. That good. The costumes were beautiful! There were these giraffes, and zebras I actually thought were real, and my favorite - these people in grass hoop skirts with grass plateaus on their heads. You could see the people inside clearly, but not in a sloppy way, you somehow still believed there was the animal there too. It was sooooo cool, especially since I went with my girl cousins. The five of us look a lot the same, now that we're older, and I guess we think similarly too, since we wore the same color scheme in almost the same outfits - black ruffles, with jean accents and black/grey boots, and silver/blue long, bead necklaces (same style), and long faux shear coats. It was truly, just a little strange. We met at a pizza place, and we were about to start hugging, and we just stopped and looked at each other. We all looked really good though, I guess great minds think alike! People just stopped and stared, it was freaky. However, I think it was my eyes they were staring at. City people are merciless about that stuff. Funny-  I can do this thing where I make them really wide for a second, then close them, and I did it to this random sketchy guy on this street corner and he flinched. It was hysterical. Like, he jumped backwards and hit his head on the wall. Ha! Instant karma's gonna get you, sketchy guys!!!! (yeah... i'm going to go to sleep now... ;)

I loved all the beautiful colors in the play. It was just gorgeous. Brilliant reds, sunrisey oranges, rich, deep yellows, earthy browns, whites that didn't seem white at all. It was exquisite, it reminded me of my colors, they were some of the exact same shades I see, how cool is that! My cousin leaned over and said "look at all the colors!" and I was just thinking "welcome to my world"! I would totally see it again.

Happy Friday!

Seriously, more snow?

Yeah. I'm not even going to elaborate.

I believe in karma, as of two minutes ago. My family just walked out of the house, leaving me to start my impromtu snow day. My far-away off-island school is not canceled, but the roads here are so bad that they are keeping me home.

My lovely teacher gave us six, I kid you not six, hours of homework last night. And I worked so hard I got four hours of sleep. And I still didn't finish. And now, I get a snow day to finish while all my off-island classmates get to suffer. *gives evil laugh, then covers mouth

Anyway, good karma to you all!

Sooo much snooow!!!

Snooow. Hoooot Chooooclate. Snooow. Canceled schooool. Woooow. Oooooos.
  
 Anyway. Back to sanity.

I assume I've established that I live on an island. Well, we're getting an unorthodox amount of snow lately. It's perfect snow, too. Ideal for snowballs, forts, skiing, putting down peoples' shirts, etc. And eating. I know, it's weird. But I have always eaten snow, always have, always will. The good news is that we're supposed to get even more soon! U-n-b-e-l-i-e-v-e-v-a-b-l-e.

Well, other than that, my life is about the most boring it has ever been. Literally. Except for one thing.

My nose has been bleeding a scary amount, and now apparently I have to get surgery. Sounds scary, I know, but you would understand if you had seen my nose bleed. I'll be doing homework, and suddenly it'll be like, later! Not dripping, gushing, as gross as that is. And this happens twice a day, which sucks. It happened today, when I was skiing, and I had to just sit there, gushing blood into the snow, while onlookers went ooooh. Then I got up, and the top of the black diamond looked like a murder scene for the whole day. It was in plain view of the lift, too, so whenever I got on, there would be people on chairs near me going "Holy Crap! What happened there?! I don't know, but I'm not going on that one!" The reddest my face has ever been: so, there were these cute snowboarders behind me on the lift, and they caught sight of it, and this is how it played out-

"Dude look at that mess!"
"Man! Was that you? You bailed there, right?"
"Naw, man, it was this brunette chick!"
Pause, where I try to avoid showing my face.
"Was she, like, cute?"
"Ehhh..."
How dare he! MORON. My face turns the color of my skis. This guy was amazingly cute. Then, karma, they turn around.
They make that did-you-really-just-screw-up-that-badly noise (Uh-ho-ho-ho-ho!), and shut up. Groan.  But then, right before we got off the lift, his friend hissed "I thought you said she wasn't cute!" I was like
:DDDD

Anyway, I noticed there were some people coming on here from a site about getting online degrees?  That's cool, welcome! But I was wondering, why are you forwarding people to my blog? Just out of curiosity. If you could post a comment, that would be great. :)

Happy snow day!

The wisdom in music

My favorite, wisest, and prettiest song lyrics. Enjoy!

So many adventures could have happened today, so many songs we forgot to play... -Forever Young, Alphaville

Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope  some day you join us, and the world will live as one. -Imagine, John Lennon

Don't cry, don't raise your eye, it's only teenage wasteland. (Amen to that!) -Baba O'Riley, The Who

Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better. -Hey Jude, The Beatles

Let it be. -Take a Guess...

Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, through the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, for from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes! to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea. - Mr. Tambourine Man, Bob Dylan

So I got a question, do you want to have a slumber party in my basement? Do I make YOUR heart beat like an 808 drum? Is MY love YOUR drug? -Your Love is My Drug (No one will ever understand what these words mean to me, sadly enough. Memories...)

Won't you look down upon me Jesus, you've got to help me take a stand. Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around. All those hours of time on the telephone line, to talk about things to come: sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground. -Fire and Rain, James Taylor

Maybe I know somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts. We've got to find other ways to make it alone, to keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. But you are the only exception. And I'm on my way to beleiving. (Such a beautiful song!) -The Only Exception, Paramore

Through the corridors of sleep, past shadows dark and deep, my mind dances and leaps in confusion! I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel, and I hide behind the shield of my illusion.  The mirror on the wall casts an image, dark and small, but I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I'm blinded by the light of God and truth and right, and I wander in the night without direction.  No matter if you're born to play the king or pawn, for the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow. Soon my fantasy becomes reality and I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. So, I'll continue to continue to pretend, my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall. (I have such a ridiculous amount of good memories associated with this) -Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall, Simon and Garfunkel

Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water. You put your arms around me for the first time, as you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing that's ever been mine.
Mine, Taylor Swift

You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time, but I never thought I'd live to see it break. It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now, and it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake. I'm holding my breath. I won't lose you again. But something's made your eyes go cold... Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out! Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted. Come on, come on don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out, can't breathe whenever you've gone, can't turn back now, I'm haunted! -Haunted, Taylor Swift

Blizzard

Wow, long time no see.

The title says it all, I am under three feet of snow right now. And I am stoked about it, as well as happier than I have been in months. I think I am far over the whole depression thing now.

While I'm at it, why don't express my sincere and whole-hearted appreciation for snow days! And stoking the fire, and the swish of snow pants as you walk out the door to the beach in the blizzard, and thinking absolutely no good could come of having the flu for three days, then waking up on the third day and discovering you've lost a ton of weight, and my eyes getting five shades lighter in the winter, and Garnier Fructis shampoo, and tea tree conditioner, and cheap gross hot cocoa, and skiing.

Friday was one of the awesomest days of my life. I got up really late by accident, like, 6:00, (told you I was a morning person) and then I pulled a Fred Flintstone on some ice outside. I was about ready to give up and go right back to bed in my snow pants, but then I realized it was kinda funny. And, my school has skiing as a class, so we all trooped over to the little tiny ski hill near my school. (By tiny, I mean MINI. Like it should come packaged in a set of twelve.) My friend somehow scored a lift ride with this incredibly cute snowboarder (is there any other kind?), and I just about died from jealousy. I texted my friend from the top of the "Mountain" (which is actually more like a speed bump), did all the black diamonds, and didn't bail once. I was so ridiculously proud of myself, it was sad. I love skiing. I love snow. I love Fridays.

Anyway.

Now I am doing absolutely nothing. Except reading at the table with my friend. And now we will go to the beach and go on the pirate boat. In the 15 degree weather. Remind me to tell you about that later. Homework.... moooaaaannn. Bye!

Interesting thing of the day - did you know that in 1962, there was an outbreak of laughter? It started with these three schoolgirls, and ended 4 MONTHS LATER. That is just so funny to me, me who laughs entirely too hard at everything. Google it if you don't believe it!

There really is nothing exciting in my life right now.

I mean zero. Zip. Zilch. Same-ol' same-ol'. Haunted by Taylor Swift is the best song ever (actually that whole album.) Winter is so pretty. I saw six huge deer and a coyote today. And more than a little ice. I skiied my first black diamond. I wrote in my novel a whole lot. I read Graceling, which rocked (let's hear it for people with scary eyes!), and Pompeii, which sucked (all I caught was the word "ash" and a whole bunch of new swears.) I had an epic jiujitsu battle with my friend, which went on for like 15 minutes, got everyone in the place to watch the epic battle of the ninja teenagers, and ended with my nose bleeding (although I didn't tell her), and both me and her having had the breath knocked out of us, and STILL no victor. (Embarrassing- I was about to win at the end, I was about to get her back, and one of the guys (who teaches 30-year-old marines to fight) broke us up because he thought we were too violent! I was like Dude! We're teenage flippin girls! We're ruthless, sure, but we're indestructible! I laughed so hard after, cause he kept looking at us like he was scared we would come at him with, like, an ice pick or something.)

But, sticking to my resolution - I will post something relatively interesting today. Did you know about the Paul is Dead myth? Well, I didn't either until my Beatles-obsessed father dear showed me. Paul McCartney is an impostor! He died and was replaced with a clone in '66! (Visit ispauldead.com for the biggest bunch of hooey you've ever heard!) By the way, it's not true because I can ALWAYS tell people's voices apart, by the color. Even twins. But the other clues are really funny because it's so obvious they set them up after the rumor started. Oh, gotta love John Lennon for messing with fans' heads. Wait - how in the name of Calliope (the music goddess) can my computer think "Lennon" is a typo!? And "Beatles"? Really!? Jeezum. AHH! THEY THINK THAT'S WRONG TOO!!!

Speaking of the end of the world as we know it, only two years left until we all die! December 18, 2012, 8:00 PM. Tik, Tok............. (On the clock... but the party don't stop o-oh. Oh-oh wah OH! :)

Good Night!

Amme