I Did Something Rather Strange Today

I emailed all of my friends and gave them my blog address.
I've been putting this off, although I know the only way I will find out if my writing is worth anything is if I actually have people read it, but I have this irrational fear that no one will like my writing so I normally keep it to myself.
Wow that was a long sentence.
And that wasn't the only strange thing I did today.
I had to do an oral presentation at school today, and to make that scenario even better than it already was, I had to pretend that I was the person I had read the biography on.
My biography was on J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter series.
Yeah, me being me (and you got extra points for creativity) I did my report in a British accent.
I hate my stupid brain.
It turned out OK, though.
Actually, it was quite a success.
But still.
In a British accent?
Really Elle?
WOW.

I AM NOT A GIRLY GIRL

I think that that title was self explanatory, but if it wasn't, here it is again.
I AM NOT A GIRLY GIRL.
I never was, and never really will be.
I was never obsessed with pink, I am not obsessed with guys (much. Unless they're famous. (Like Justin Bieber.) I'M KIDDING.) (disclaimer: I, in my honest opinion, hate Justin Bieber. No offense to him or his person, I just really don't like him. As I have expressed before.) I didn't really play with dolls until I was older and even then it was to mutilate them.
I pretended I was a veterinarian and liked to play with dinosaurs.
I think I wasn't a girly girl.
But tonight, I did something rather uncharacteristic of me.
I gave myself a avocado facial and painted my nails 'Papaya Punch' pink.
'Papaya Punch' is actually more like fuchsia, but I did a really good job, and am reasonably proud of myself.
My mother is always telling me that when I was little when I painted my nails, I used to end up painting my whole finger, and then when she would ask if she could fix them, I would say 'No, I like them! They look pretty!'
Also, painting my nails as a child never lasted long. I always picked the nail polish off.
Come to think of it, that might be why my nails are weird and have strange ridges.
But anyway, back to my uncharacteristic behavior.
I gave myself an avocado facial.
At first, it was weird. I mean, I was slopping raw, mushed avocado mixed with olive oil, raw egg, and vinegar on my face.
To top it off, this little concoction turned neon green when dried, which made me resemble Fiona from Shrek.
Minus the red hair and the obvious fact that she is a non-existent creature.
But all the strangeness aside, that facial actually felt really good.
It made my skin feel all soft.
So that was my Saturday night.
In all of it's glory.
Now, I have to go watch Nitro Circus.
SLATERZ!
~ELLE

Disregard my last post

OK, so the post I deleted was a little too personal.
So If you read it, forget you read it.
And if you didn't, just smile and nod and think about penguins.
~ELLE

So Today I Was Bored In Long Spanish...

...So I wrote an ode.
It is quite a nice ode, I do think.
It's to carbohydrates.
So here it is - My Ode To Carbohydrates

An Ode To Carbohydrates
Oh carbohydrates
How I love you so
When I stuff my face with you
Up my weight will go

Oh my dearest carbs
I love you through and through
Whenever I need some comfort
It's you who I go to

Oh my lovely carbohydrates
In most everything I eat
You're in all of my bread
Thank God I skipped the meat

Oh carbohydrates
I love you, well, like food
You're delicious and nutritious
And good in every mood

So there it is.
This is what happens when I get intensely bored in Long Spanish.
Hope you enjoyed it!
~Elle

Losing the Spark

I haven't felt much like writing for a few days, but I guess that is normal. Everyone gets bored with stuff in their life every once in a while.
So this is just to say that yes, I am alive, and no, I have not died.
That's the same thing, isn't it?
It is.
I'M OUT!
~ELLE

i am going to try something different today

i am going to try writing on my blog the way i write poetry
i never
use
capitals
and rarely
use
punctuation
it took me
forever
to get used
to this
format
but now that
i am
used to it
i can never write poetry
any
other
way
so here goes my poetry attempt
if i accidentally rhyme and it is
horrible
please know that i am exempt
from criticism
it is experimental.
here goes it
**********

sunshine
warm and glorious sunshine
stranger than
snow in june is
sunshine in march

so warm
this afternoon
i rolled up my jeans
and
took
off
my sweatshirt

the warm wind
blew
and my stupid civics project
nearly made me
fly away
into the cloudless sky

flipflop noises against
the pavement
skin so unused to
the ultraviolet rays
that
it
feels
as
though
i
am
burning
right
away

but no one cares
anyhow
why is that?
coz there is freaking sunshine in march in massachusetts and that never ever happens so all the people living there rejoice and wear shorts and flip flops and sunbathe and dance in their front lawns and generally do not care about anything because
what the heck?

it is sunny outside

OH MY GOD SUNSHINE!

So I was walking to the library after Yearbook Club today (I know, I spend way too much time at the library. Honestly, it's like my second home. I know where most everything is. Pathetic.) and it was SUNNY!
Like honest-to-goodness SUNNY!
SUNNY with ALL CAPS!
Warm, friendly sunshine that made my skin feel pleasantly warm and my spirits shiny as a new penny. The wind was blowing, but I didn't mind that it was flying around my face like I was caught in the middle of a tornado. It was a pleasing, warm wind. I popped my iPod in and danced all the way to the library, you have no idea about how happy I am it is almost spring.
Winter is overrated in Massachusetts.
Oh, and I was looking at my dashboard, and I noticed that I had five followers. OH MY GOD, FIVE FOLLOWERS!
I know that all of those capitals are slightly uncharacteristic of me, but this sunshine has just put me in such a good mood.
I think that I'm going to go sing for a bit.
Badly, but still.
I'm singing!
But not in the rain!
Yours, very warmly,
~Elle

Rain and Why It Needs To STOP.

To all of those living on the Eastern Seaboard near the vicinity of Boston, all of you will feel my pain on this one.
RAIN SUCKS.
THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.
I mean, I like rain when it is warm rain, like in the summer when it is so warm you can just run around in a bathing suit and wash your hair and dance until the thunder comes.
Rain in March isn't in the least bit fun.
It is cold, and wet, and uncomfortable.
The ground is still frozen, and so the water seeps down a few inches, and then has nowhere else to go, so it just pops back up to the surface and makes those huge puddles that are the reason I have huge rain boots.
Oh, and thank you Mom, for explaining that frozen ground phenomenon. I wouldn't have been able to get that on my own. Props to my mother!
It has been raining for three days, nonstop.
IT SUCKS!
SO MUCH!
My house is flooding right now, as I speak.
I'm not at my house, I'm writing this from my local library because I'm not at home, if me stating that I was at my local library wasn't enough to stress that fact.
So we apparently have three wet-dry vacuums going, with my valiant father manning them, since he is the only person at home, besides my little brother, but he is seven, so I don't really think that he will be emptying one of those huge buckets anytime soon. He's strong, but not that strong.
So back to the flooding.
I live at the bottom of a hill, with the back of my house forty feet away from what me and my neighbors lovingly refer to as the "Bog". Believe me, you lose a shoe in that gunk, say goodbye to it, because you will never see it again.
Ever.
The Bog eats shoes. Also, don't fall in, because it makes you smell really, really funky for a while.
So because my house is situated in a place which makes it very susceptible to flooding, it floods.
Here's a snapshot of my house.
It is a small, white house, with a black roof, green shutters and green doors, and a large brown fence in the front yard (the fence is for my in-ground pool. I know, how lucky am I? Not very, considering the weather right now. It's OK, you can think it.) and a bunch of trees. Part of my house is built right into a hill, and on the other side of that hill we have my driveway, which is a pain in the bum to get out of in the winter. So the half of my house that is built into the side of a hill is also my basement.
My basement is finished, and we have a bunch of stuff down there, so I really hope that nothing gets ruined.
The last time we flooded bad, I forgot to pick up my Barbies and I ended up having to throw them all out. It was a sad but strangely liberating experience. After that I stuck to books.
Also, the last time we flooded, the sinkhole between my house and my neighbors filled up and then pooled over and streamed down into the Bog, so the Bog rose. The Bog is rising this time as well, and instead of being forty feet away from the back of my house, it is only about twenty.
The ducks, at least, are enjoying themselves.
Oh, to be a duck.
Well, I have to end this horrendously long thing eventually, so I will bid you all adieu, auf weidersein, so long, farewell, and all that jazz.
I may not write again, because all this rain may just uproot everything and float everything away, likening Massachusetts to Noah and the Ark.
Yours in eternal wetness,
~Elle

Day Light Savings Time And Why It Bothers Me

Day Light Savings Time makes me feel jet lagged.
I have never technically left my time zone, so me feeling jet lagged is quite strange. I don't really like it. But I really want to travel, so I don't know how that is going to affect my life.
Speaking of things affecting my life, is that the right affect?
Or is it effect?
I really hate homonyms.
Or is synonyms?
Literary devices.
That about sums it up.
Well, I just wanted to tell you all that Day Light Savings Time bugs me.
And that's a wrap.
OH, and happy Pi Day.
And Happy Birthday, Albert Einstein, you crafty physicist, you.
~Elle

Growing Up

This topic has been on my mind a lot lately. Not in a scary way, like "Oh, my God, I'm growing up. When did this happen?" but more in a way like "Oh, my God, I'm growing up. When did this happen?"
It's the emphasis that changes the sentence.
I'm on my yearbook committee, and we are getting baby pictures of everyone.
Speaking of that, I still need mine.
It's due tomorrow.
What was I talking about?
Oh, right, baby pictures.
That was fourteen years ago for me.
I just don't know when time suddenly decided to go berserk and fly by, but it has.
When I was in sixth grade, all of the eighth graders were tall and scary, and I thought that I would never make it to eighth grade. But here I am.
I'm choosing courses for freshman year, I'm actually making decisions that will directly affect my future. And all of the choices are up to me.
I really, honestly don't like the responsibility that now is residing on my fourteen year old shoulders.
I just wish I could go back to being a little kid where your parents make all of your decisions and you don't have to worry about anything.
I just wish I could go back in time and really live my childhood instead of spending it cooped up in my room, talking to myself in a different language and reading.
I wish I had learned how to ride a bike earlier.
I wish I had tried to get involved in team sports.
I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish.
But wishing doesn't do anything, and living in the past just makes you regret your life, and I'm fourteen.
I shouldn't be regretting anything yet.
So there is this 3Oh!3 song, and I admit that I really like them.
The song is "Colorado Sunrise", and there is this one verse that goes:
"I've got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that I've made/ 'cause my tongue is tied to tonsils and I need to sh*t and shave/I'm a shade too pale for handsome and have habits I can't shake/ but if you try to take that from me well I'll never be the same/ train wreck that I am/ And I am what I am what I am what I am."
I really like that verse.
It kind of describes life.
You make a lot of mistakes.
You have to do mundane things.
You are never really accepting of yourself.
You have bad habits that you can't kick.
But without all of these little things, you aren't you.
And no one should take that away from you.
So just live your life.
Be who you are.
You are what you are.
So although life flashes by, growing up is not a bad thing.
Just different.
You learn how to be a good person.
You learn how to read, write, and do math.
You learn that eating five Snickers bars and then drinking a Mountain Dew can make you puke.
You learn that playing a flute while laughing is not possible.
You learn that you don't always like your teachers.
You learn that anyone can be your teacher.
You learn that you don't like asparagus.
You do all these things, and more. Your tastes change, your friends change, life changes.
You grow up.
But never forget who you are, or growing up isn't worth it.
Stay true to yourself.
Be you.
Completely and utterly you.
And then growing up doesn't seem that daunting anymore.
It just seems like life's next great adventure.
"Off we go into the wild blue yonder."
-U.S. Air Force Anthem.
And so we go.
~Elle

WELCOME FRIEND!

This is a shout out to my friend Alli who just started following my blog today.
Wow, Alli.
I told you about it four hours ago.
What did you do, go home and follow it right away?
If so, cool.
I'm totally okay with that.
You should have seen my face when I checked it and saw that it had three followers.
I think I had a heart attack and nearly fell off my chair.
You would have laughed.
Well, I gotta go.
S'laterz.
~Elle

What Is This Pointless Drivel That Is Being Mass Produced By Mainstream Media?

I take back what I said earlier today.
My faith in my generation was creeping back.
Creeping!
And then it goes and blows up in my face.
I just went on iTunes. Justin Bieber pops up on my screen and I scream. That child, in my opinion, is terrifying. I just hate his music. Sorry, Justin, but you sound like a girl. And your career will go down the pooper when you hit puberty and your voice starts cracking like a normal person's should by the time that they are 15.
So, being the opinionated, slightly rude person that I sometimes and not always am, I wrote a review for his new single.
I'm quite pleased with it, actually, so I'm going to copy it down here.
"Honestly, the first time I heard Justin Bieber singing, I thought he was a girl. I'm sorry, he's 15. He shouldn't be singing about love and his 'shawties'. He should be singing about loving his XBox, or whatever the newest gaming system is. Seriously. I really can't understand his appeal and the pointless lyrics are flat and meaningless. I really do hope that the media will come to their senses and recognize some of the truly talented folks that are out there instead of mindless, teenage drones spouting this pointless noise to the masses. May some sort of music savior come and rescue us all."
OK, I admit that the last bit was a tad bit overkill, but all in all, I think I got my opinion across quite nicely, don't you think?
And it wasn't even a thousand characters!
GO ME!
HAPPY WEEKEND!
~ELLE

Why My Faith In My Generation Has Been Somewhat More Restored

I am against Twilight.
I am just against it.
The book idealizes abusive boyfriends, creepy stalking, the consumption of animal blood, and complete dependence on males.
Not saying that I am a feminist, which I am not, but COME ON!!!
How can anyone think that Edward Cullen is the perfect guy?
He stalks Bella, the whiny protagonist, and watches her while she is sleeping without her knowledge. Now, I would be OK if my boyfriend (If I had one) watched me while I slept...If I allowed him to.
Bella doesn't even know that he is watching her. And that is just creepy.
I mean seriously!
And then when Edward finally does let Bella in on his little secret, which, by the way, she didn't react to AT ALL, it was just like "I'm a vampire." "What's your favorite color?" I mean what?
I just don't understand.
Now, I've read the books. I have; I admit it. I had heard a lot of mixed reviews from 'Don't waste your time on it' to 'You will get caught up it and fall in love.' I just needed to formulate my own opinion, so I read it.
I'm sorry, Ms. Meyer, but that book could have been about 150 pages shorter.
And some of the sentences, seriously?
"I look like my mother, only with some differences?" I paraphrased, but what?
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR MOTHER LOOKS LIKE, BELLA, SO THEREFORE WE DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE, LOSER!!!
Bella is a very generic teenager. Actually she is not generic. She is strange. She was reading Wuthering Heights in the book. I mean, I haven't read Wuthering Heights. Yet. I will someday. But Bella is reading Wuthering Heights again. What normal teenager does that? I mean, if she were normal, she would be reading Twilight. (I got that idea from Alex Day, aka nerimon, who I watch faithfully and enjoy his little Twilight series. Alex, your astute observations never fail to make me laugh until I cry.)
And besides the fact that Bella is clearly not normal and a very whiny girl, she is completely dependant upon Edward. This is shown in New Moon, when he leaves. She goes into a comatose depression. That, my friends, is just wrong. She goes into a comatose depression just because her boyfriend decided to split? Can you spell W-R-O-N-G?
Then when she finally decides to get on with her life, she leeches onto another male, her friend Jacob, who, I must say, is one of the more likable characters in this book.
And then we get to Eclipse, where Bella is... you know what, I completely forget what happens in that book. I don't care, either way. Oh, wait, Edward comes back, blah blah blah, Jacob gets jealous, blah blah blah, a vampire is trying to kill Bella again, blah blah blah, Edward asks her to marry him, OH MY GOD MARRIAGE AT EIGHTEEN!!!!
BELLA'S MOM IS GOING TO KILL HER!!!
And then we get to Breaking Dawn, which is one of the better points in the series. This is because there is a point of view other than whiny Bella's. It is Jacob's, and I actually semi-enjoyed that part of the novel. But Breaking Dawn revolves around sex, teen pregnancy, early motherhood, Bella turning into a vampire, Bella being chased by a vampire, Jacob falling in love with Bella's infant daughter, and then the eventual generic happy ending.
It is not even worth tearing apart.
I'm just going to say, I didn't barf at all the cheesy lines.
So the title of this blog is Why My Faith In My Generation Has Been Somewhat Restored. I know I just ranted about for like five pages about how much I hate Twilight, but that was getting to a point, believe me.
My faith in my generation has been somewhat restored by this - I looked up Twilight on Google today to see how sickening the results were, and the first made sense. It was "100 Reasons Why Twilight is Better Than Harry Potter" which I don't agree with and totally dis because Harry Potter will forever be number one in my heart, and the second entry was what restored my faith. It was "How Twilight Is Destroying America and Harming Our Nation's Youth."
And that, my friends, is what restored my faith.
I'm going to go read that now.
Have a great weekend, all.
~Elle

Being Barefoot

I love being barefoot.

Shoes are overrated, in my opinion.

I mean, if thousand years ago when some schlep was walking through grass and just somehow stepped on a thorn and then invented the casings that keep my feet trapped all day.

Stupid person from five thousand years ago.

You ruined my feet's freedom.

I don't think that that sentence was grammatically correct, but whatever.

I take artistic license.

Writing On My Blog In School

I suppose that this is kind of breaking the rules, because I am in Science class at the moment and really shouldn't be on my blog, but I live to break the rules so here I am, breaking them!
Oh, and my friend Katherine says hi.
She's been meaning to read, but hasn't had the time, so I thought that a shout out would be a good incentive.
KATHERINE, YOUR NAME IS ON THE INTERNET!!! NOW READ MY BLOG!!!!
Now Katherine is telling me a story about how she went on AIM in class last year and how she felt naughty.
Really, Katherine?
Naughty?
Wow.
Just kidding.
Now my friend Nick is in the background saying that someone spit on his hand.
I wish that I could include audio.
It made my day.
Well, before I get in trouble with my teacher, I will bid the Internet Adios!
Till next time,
Your Rule Breaking Friend,
ELLE

Today

I have nothing funny to write about today.
I have no funny anecdotes, no funny story leading up to rather nice life lesson.
In fact, I really don't have much on my mind at all besides the Civics test I have tomorrow and the fact that I aced my Algebra test.
And my huge migraine that won't go away.
You know, there's a topic.
Headaches that just won't go away.
Have you ever had that headache that just persists and persists and won't let your head go and it feels like a giant is squeezing your head between his index finger and thumb and you feel that if one more sound is just a little too loud your head will explode and throw your brains over everyone around you?
Having a migraine sucks when you are in the band.
And you sit near the loudest person in the band.
So beyond that, I really don't have anything to talk about today, but I needed to write because it is cathartic for me. I just love when you can write about nothing but it makes you feel better just letting the words flow from your fingertips and onto the page.
I just love that word.
Cathartic.
I love it.
You know what other word I love?
Avuncular.
It means 'of or pertaining to an uncle'.
How cool is that?
To be described as an uncle.
And what if you're not an uncle?
What then?
Does avuncular still apply to you, or is it just a word that doesn't make sense in context?
I think I'm going to stop writing now, cathartic as it is.
This is just thoughts on a web page, and I think that I am going to stop myself before I start babbling all over again.
So, until next time,
Elle