Pretzel in her Prime

Here is a picture of my darling Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Pretzel, messing around with me in the front yard. I absolutely LOVE this picture... just look at her paw! Something about Pembrokes and paws fascinates me... O.o

Colors that POP for Summer!

I found all of these adorable nail polishes while rummaging through the bathroom the other day. They're so bright, perfect for summer. Let's see... I found bubblegum pink, strawberry red, sunshine yellow, hot pink, and cherry red! I can't wait to give my nails a total make-over... first I have to decided what color!! :)

Promotion Pictures.... (FINALLY, I know!!)

Okay, so my apologies for getting these out so late... I realize that I am the QUEEN of procrastination. So, I figured that it's better late than never, so here are the promotion pictures I prize so much... =].









Okay, so above is a picture of me and three of my friends... from left to right: Jasmine, Deborah, me, and Kirsten. I realize that we look bright red and shiny... it's what the effects of sitting in ninety-four degree weather for an hour has on a bunch of fourteen year old girls. =\.

Above is a picture of me recieving the "Presidential Honor" award... (I think that's what it was called... O_o) Anyway, it was an award for getting a 4.0 GPA for two years straight.... I'm (surprise) the shortest one.... (which is SO not fair, because I was like the only one wearing heels!!)... I'm the little girl directly above my father's balding head.... (the guy in the rust colored shirt.) Directly to my right (in the green sweater) is one of my best friends, Christina. She's smart like me!!

And, lastly, here is (from right) me, Deborah, and Jasmine. Aww.... I miss my "sisters"!!

Editor's Note: For those of you wondering, SPC Chapter 2: Deborah, was in fact written for my best friend Deborah. And yes, I call her Tahborr.

SPC Chapter 2: Deborah

Okay, so here is the next chapter of the SPC book: On a character named Deborah, of course.

Characters: Deborah Tan
Setting: Deborah's living room, in front of the TV, in Maryland

Deborah Tan sits in front of the television, on the couch with her mother and father. It is six-thirty P.M., and they are all watching the news. Her father, Xion, is eagerly anticipating for the lotto segment to come on. He has been playing the lottery for 13 years now, and the most amount of money he has ever won is thirty-four dollars and ninety-two cents. Tonight's prize is one-hundred forty-seven million.
Deborah reaches for the remote, bored with the depressing news on the screen. She wants to watch American Idol. She hasn't seen that show since season three. She's not sure why she stopped watching, but she'd like to start again.
"Tahborah, no," scolds her father, his thick Korean accent filling the room. "Wait."
Her sister, Haley, on the floor, sighs. Haley wants to watch American Idol, too.
Deborah's mother brushes the black bangs covering Deborah's brown eyes. "Do not cover your face, Tahbor," her mother says. "It is rude."
Now Deborah sighs. She twiddles her thumbs staring at her fifteen year-old sister. Deborah remembers when she was fifteen. She had a boyfriend. His name was Edgar. She doesn't remember why she liked Edgar. Edgar was nasty. Nasty, and rude. She hopes that Haley never makes the same mistakes Deborah did when she was fifteen. She knows that when Haley is eighteen, how old Deborah is now, Haley will realize the mistakes she made as an early teenager. Like when she wore Deborah's sweater to a Christmas party, and spilled punch on it. Ironically, Haley got punched later that night. That was Deborah's favorite sweater. It was from JC Penny's, and it cost forty bucks. Forty bucks, to be swept up in punch.
Deborah looks over at her father, who has now perked up because the lotto segment is on. He has memorized the numbers, just as he has for the last 13 years. Her mother holds the lotto ticket firmly between her hands, and in the back of her mind, she is hoping that they don't win. She had promised her husband that if they ever one the lotto, they would buy a fancy ranch in Ohio or Kentucky or wherever they have ranches. But Mrs. Tan is not ready to move yet. Her sister, Deborah's Aunt Kim, is pregnant with her first child. And Mrs. Tan will finally be an Aunt herself. And if they won the lotto, that may all change. Aunt Kim will nevertheless still be pregnant, but Mrs. Tan may not be able to see all that. Watch the baby grow up. It is a long drive, from Ohio to Maryland.
Deborah glances over at the ticket. Obviously, she thinks. The numbers are 23, 19, 17, 6, 94. The bonus number is 9. The first four numbers represent the day of the month they were each born, and the fifth number represents the year he started playing. The last number is his favorite number. The last number has always been 9, his favorite number.
Deborah glances up at the screen. The announcer, a gray-haired man in his early sixties, is on the third number. She looks at her father. He is trembling. He peeks over at his wife for a minute. "We got three, babe, we got three," he whispers through his trembles.
"I know, honey, I know."
The announcer utters the next number. "6".
Her mother gasps.
"94."
Her father shouts, arousing the Maltese, Eva, and she starts barking.
The announcer adjusts his suit, getting ready to pull out the bonus number...
"And tonight's bonus number is...."
Her father is at the edge of the couch now....
"6."
They stare blankly at the screen. Her mother whispers, "So, so close."
Deborah reaches for the remote, American Idol time, she thinks.
"Hang on, a minute, folks," early sixties man holds up his hand.
Deborah drops the remote. She knows if she changes the channel she will be grounded for life.
Early sixties man walks off set, but his microphone is still on. All of Maryland can hear: "Chuck, is this a nine or a six? My eyesight isn't what it used to be...."
Chuck mutters something, and early sixties man walks back on set. He smiles. "Minor readjustment, folks..."
Minor? Deborah thinks. More like major. This is the border line between 147 million and zilch...
"Our apologies, the number is actually...
nine."
Screams are erupting in the Tan house tonight.

Pretzel in Action... (Montana Trip, Summer 2006)

I believe I've mentioned my "daughter", Pretzel, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. She's totally adorable, thought I might share some pictures with you...

This is her pretty much relaxing after a long day's fun. (Above.) This was last August when we took a vacation to Montana to visit some relatives. We stayed in the tiny town of Red Lodge, at a KOA "Kamping Kabin". Pretzel really enjoyed herself, it was our first out-of-state road trip together.

This is us at a lake right outside of Red Lodge, right before my first attempt at fishing. Pretzel was all suited up in her life jacket, because I, being a worrisome "mother", felt that if she were to run out into the lake, her little stumpy legs would not be able to propel her upward.

And this, above is my absolute favorite picture of Pretzel in the entire world. (Please excuse my grubby sweats, frizzy hair, and glasses-- effects of what extreme humidity and four hours in the car can do...) It appears to me as if she's smiling.... I could look at her little furry face all day!!! I'm actually considering having her portion of the picture blown up and posted in my room... just look at that paw....
This was actually taken right before the Beartooth Pass, rated the number one scenic motorcycle drive in the United States. We weren't in a motorcycle, but my dad and I figured it would be just as beautiful if we were in a car, possibly windows rolled down for the whole effect. Anyway, we were driving up the hill (the pass goes up 11,000 feet!) to prepare to get on the main road for the pass, when a construction worker informed us that only one side of the road was open, and only a few cars were allowed to go at a time, so we would have to wait an hour and a half to get on the road. Yikes!!! A whole hour and a half!! So, to kill some time, Pretzel, my dad, and I went exploring... we found a lovely waterfall where we took some snapshots...




And that's me and Pretzel next to the waterfall. Here, below, you can see the lineup of cars and motorcycles, waiting for their turn to go...

It seems like a nightmare, that long of a wait, but it was really quite enjoyable. Everyone was walking around, being friendly and socializing... it's amazing the stories people have. I met a man from Pennsylvania (the second car in the lineup was his) whose car hood flew off in a lighting storm. I also talked with the motorcyclists, and they told me how they adored my puppy, and wanted to take pictures....
And, alas! Cars were coming down the mountain, signaling the end of their journey and the beginning of ours... we got in the car and began to drive....

It was a beautiful drive, worth the wait. Let me just add as a side note: Before we began the drive, it was 84 degrees. By the time we reached the top peak, it had dropped to 46!!

Awesome, huh? And here is one of my favorite pictures, below: The next group of cars, eagerly anticipating their drive. They all were smiling and waving at us...




I loved Red Lodge. We're planning to go back this summer.... with Pretzel, of course!

Background on Gabby....

Okay, so if you read Chapter 1 of SPC you can probably tell it's got the basic story line, but is lacking some insight on her life. So, I give you.... Gabby!

Full Name: Gabrielle Marie Cod
Born To: Lillian and Robert Cod
Born: New York City, New York, on January 19, 1990.
Current Height: 5 foot, 4 inches
Current Weight: 94 pounds
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Emerald green
How she met Shannon: She met Shannon in a bookstore while in Buffalo. She had lost her cell phone, and Shannon helped her find it.
How she met Toby: Toby is an aide in the office. He brought her a wheel chair when she colided with another student during P.E.
What she drives: 1987 Red Chevy Pickup, at least until she can afford something else.
Why she ran away: She caught Toby cheating on her.
Where she is going: Ohio, but she doesn't know why, for apparently Ohio is for lovers.
PREVIEW: She won't take Toby back. She won't accept Shannon's apology.
Everything gets happier, trust me!!!

Strange Dream Last Night...

I had this dream last night, and I'm not exactly sure what it was about, but I vaguely remember colored pumpkins. We were to do this project and we had one minute to go into this dark room and choose three partners and then choose one colored pumpkin. We could choose from red, blue, green, orange (of course), pink, and like purple or something. Well, I chose blue, and my partners were my friends Tori, Katy, and Vanessa. Tori chose the blue pumpkin, but it wasn't big enough, so when we had like ten seconds left, I took our pumpkin, went into the mysterious dark room, and picked another one. I didn't make it out in time, so when I got back I had totally new partners.

And guess who they were.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

And then we ate red licorice that tasted like black licorice so we stopped. And then I found out that we were supposed to do something magical with the pumpkins, but (nonetheless) Malfoy had our spell book and whenever we would come over to get it, he would hex or jinx us or whatever. And so then I managed to pull one of his friends aside and used my "womanly charm" to get him to give us the book. You, know, bat my eye lashes, swing my hips, cheesy smile. And then, I managed to pull them all away, which then like Hermione or someone could sneak in and get the book, but they returned before she could find it, and just as soon as I could see that they had found her, they.....


And then I woke up.

"Thanks for calling, mom.

Uh, huh.

Buh-bye."


And thenceforth my eyes were closed again, but no dream returned. Shnaaa.

Yes, I know I'm strange. It must have been the two pounds of licorice, cup of ice cream, and singing of the Harry Potter Puppet Pals's "Mysterious Ticking Noise" off of YouTube. Wow. I must be a real nerd.
***

My Favorite Things...

...So I thought that I should share with you some of my favorite things...

...Of course, there's my book, New Moon, by Stephenie Meyer. It's my second favorite book in the whole wide world, the first being New Moon's original, Twilight.

...This of course is my very favorite scene of New Moon. You must read it, it's wonderful, but make sure you read Twilight first.

...And then there's Pretzel, of course Pretzel being my baby and the love of my life. She's my furry best friend. She loves going to baseball games with me when it is "Bark in the Park" night. I don't think I've mentioned that my favorite thing in the whole wide world besides writing is to go to minor league baseball games.

... This is my total inspiration. My "Read" sign. Mom bought it for me a while back, and it's right next to my desk so that when I'm feeling bored I can always remember to "Read". By the way, anybody have some good reads they've discovered?

...And how could I mention Pretzel without mentioning Spike? He's actually my sister's dog, but I love him all the same. Don't be fooled by the perspective of the picture-- he's actually about 7 pounds and like 8 inches tall.

... This was kind of stealing my mom's idea, but I took the picture myself so it still counts as being original. Don't you think our roses are so pretty?

... And of course, the other love of my life, Violet. What would I do without her? She's my neice, and just turned one on the 29th of May. Isn't she darling??

SPC: The Spud Sisterhood (Chapter 1)

Okay, so here is the first chapter of a book that I've been meaning to write forever. It's a novel for my best friends, loosely based on our actual lives. The first six chapters of the book are just going to be about one character, and then the seventh chapter is going to about how we all meet. Here you go!



Characters: Gabby

Setting: Middle of Nowhere

Gabrielle Cod is seventeen. She has long, brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a smile that lights up a room. She is small; about five foot four in height, and weighs only ninety four pounds. She is driving a 1987 red Chevy pick-up, is on a half tank of gas, and doesn't know where she's headed. It is two in the morning, and her cell phone has rung twice.
She peeks over at her phone, which is severely scratched from the multiple drops and tosses. It reads, "Two Missed Calls" both from her best friend (or ex-best friend, now) Shannon, but Gabrielle refuses to return her calls.
Her phone rings a third time, and this time it is a different number. She recognizes the ring tone, which is "Such Great Heights" by The Postal Service, and she realizes it is her boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend, now), for the song is "their" song, ever since he dedicated it to her last Valentine's Day. She would have to change that. Or just delete his number completely.
She answers, trying to sound pissed off but still lonely and sorrowful at the same time.
"What do you want, Toby?" she asks, tears welling in her eyes.
"Babe, come home," he pleads, "Shannon is worried about you."
"Shannon?" she asks, genuinely disgusted. "You're with her?"
"Yes, Shannon," Toby says, "Please, Gabby, I know you're mad at us, but just come home. I miss you. Please, for me."
"No, Toby, nothing for you. How could you do that to me?" Gabby responds. "In six days I'll officially be eighteen and I can get my own apartment wherever I'm going. Then I'll never have to see your stupid face again."
"Well at least stop for the night, babe. I don't want you driving like this," he whispers.
"Don't call me babe," Gabby says. "And don't expect to see me anytime soon. I'm not coming back with her or you around."
Gabby slams her flip-phone shut. Tears are streaming down her face now, and she is getting tired, for she has been driving for several hours now. She pulls over and opens her glove compartment, digging for a map. If she left New York around four, and now it's about two-thirty, then she must be at about... Ohio? Or maybe Virginia? Gabby doesn't know, she was never good at geography. And she hasn't been paying much attention to what direction she has been going.
She sighs, thinking about the day's events. Coming home from school, finishing her paper, heading over to Toby's house to surprise him for his birthday, where Shannon was going to meet her. Walking through the back door and into Toby's room, just to find him and Shannon, on the bed, kissing. Her best friend and her boyfriend, kissing. The two people she trusted the most, betraying her. She then packed her bags and she ran (or rather drove) away.
Gabby sighs again, trying to think about what she had just done. She turns the key to start up the car again, and begins to drive, searching for a Motel 6 or 8 or some kind of place to bunk for the night. Bunk, alone. Alone.
All alone.
A feeling, she felt, that she would feel for a very long while.


*****

I'll probably add more background in the actual book.

Mermaids?

Okay, so this post isn't exactly about "The People." It's more about this book idea I have...
What do you think about Mermaids?
Yes, underwater, scaley fins, seashell-bra mermaids.
I'm thinking about writing a story about them.
Ava and Eve, two of the last twelve Mermaids left on the Earth, left to die because the ocean is overheating with that whole global-warming thing. They're thinking about life when poachers come along and declare that they're out to get them. Ava falls in love with a human, which really sucks, because his dad is one of the poachers. And Eve provokes the other poacher, nearly killing herself, and now the poachers are out for Eve and Ava. And this whole time the poor boy is in love with a pretty much dead mermaid. Who, in fact, are pretty dangerous. Mermaids are strong and poisonous and not all that fun to be around, but they're pretty and can be sweet and that's why this kid is trying to save their race while his dad is trying to kill them all. Fun.

What do ya think?? LEAVE COMMENT PLEASE.

Had A Dream Last Night...

Okay, so I had a dream last night, and now I'm having a totally freaky Stephenie Meyer moment. (If you have no idea what I'm taking about, Stephenie Meyer wrote her totally-awesome books based on a dream she had.) It was a really strange dream... I couldn't figure out what the character's names were, but there was only a boy and a girl, so I'll just call them Boy and Girl until I can determine their names. Here it goes...
Characters: Boy and Girl
Scene: A long, uphill dirt road leading into a forest.

Everything was spinning. I grasped at my side, unsure about where I was. I had to keep moving forward, no matter what, but I was getting so tired, so drowsy and... dizzy. I pushed myself another couple of feet. I was going to get there, no matter what, because I needed the truth. This had all gone too far.
I clasped at my side with my other hand, my side aching and my breathing becoming heavy. I could feel something wet at my feet, something puncturing them, and then I remembered I had left without putting shoes on. The pain of the glass between my toes was lost in the agony of what I was about to do.
I continued to march forward. There was no stopping now, not for anything.
Something rushed by me, sending a cool breeze across my cheek. It wasn't until a couple of seconds later that I realized that the something was a someone. Not just a someone, but several someones. It looked like runners, but I couldn't tell. Something wet and hot was covering my eyes. It tasted alot like blood. Blood, and tears. Those couldn't be runners. Who would want to run on a road like this? A road of glass and gravel, a road that never ended...
I couldn't take it anymore. Gasping and panting, I sunk into the rough soil. Maybe I could go on, but not at the moment. I needed to stop. Just for a minute or two, and then I could get back up and march on again. I let my eyes drift shut, not caring about how I looked, a bleeding, sweaty teenager lying on the side of a dirt road. Let them stare...
I don't know how long I was asleep for. Or if I was even asleep. Maybe I was just in a state of nothingness. Waiting for an awakening. Well my awakening came. It was something hot and humid, breathing across my neck, but something wouldn't let me open my eyes to see what. Or maybe my eyes were open, just that sweat and blood were blocking my vision. Sweat and blood. I must have looked terrible to the creature breathing on me.
I could feel something hard and long slip beneath me. Hard and long, like an arm, only it wasn't like any human arm I could think of. It was as hard as stone, but gentle as ever, and hot like a fire. It burned my skin. I tried to scream, but I couldn't hear anything. I tried to scream again, this time more out of fear than pain. I felt the hand clasp across my mouth to silence me, and I coughed. The hand stroked my face. I sank into the statue holding me up.
I tried to open my eyes again, this time fighting for my vision. I yelled and shouted and moaned, but nothing happened.
"Shh," someone whispered, "it's okay."
"No it's not," I said. I could hear my voice now. "The glass, my feet, they hurt."
The stone person lifted me up with ease. I tried to find my vision now, this time successful. I brushed the red away from my eyes. Boy's face looked down at me.
"What- what are you doing?" I cried, trying to fight my way out of his strong hold.
"Rescuing you," he answered. "What were you thinking, Girl? You could have gotten yourself killed."
"No, Boy, no," I cried. I was looking my vision again. The red was taking over. "I need to go back, I have to go back. You don't understand!"
"Please, Girl, you have to trust me," he whispered in my ear. I could feel the runners whooshing by us again.
"Who are those people?" I asked him, trying to open my eyes. I hadn't slept in days.
"Shh, girl, shh," he pleaded. "Those things, they can't hear us, we can't let them hear us. They probably saw you when you fell. They're probably going to get reinforcement."
"Reinforcement?" I asked. I didn't think I was hearing things right.
"Shh," he whispered again.
I couldn't fight him anymore. I sunk into his stone arms, letting the redness conquer me.
***

Though that this was pretty weird...

Post Camp: Part 1

Okay, so Saturday night I had one of the strongest "visions" I've ever had. It was scary real. Like see-every-possible-thing real. Buckle down peeps. This one's really long. Here's how it all went down:
Characters: Holly, Leesa, Kyle, Stefenie, Amber, Daniel.
Scene: A really big house at a family gathering

I crossed the hall into the next room, hoping it would be empty. I didn't want to talk to people right now. I was having a hard enough time with Kyle. It was so unfair. Yeah, we had only met at summer camp, and yeah, we were about as in-love as sixteen-year-olds could get, but it still really pissed me off how Amber could just blow us off like that. Kyle and I were together, and no matter how much Amber nagged us, we were staying together until time (or whatever happened to 16 year olds) pulled us apart.
I pulled my cell out from my purse. I was going to try to call Amber again, for literally the 27th time today. She couldn't avoid me forever. This wasn't an "I saw him first" argument anymore; I think Amber was starting to fall in love with my man. I sat down on my couch and dialed her number, waiting for the other end to begin to ring. Nothing. No service, go figure.
I could hear a voice distantly calling my name from the other end of the hall, and I was almost tempted to respond. No. I wouldn't. I had finally found my area of solitude-- I wasn't giving that up now. But the voice had already found me.
"Holly?" my dad asked, peeking in to make sure I wasn't naked or something.
"That's me," I responded, rising from my position and looking him in the eye. I didn't want to talk to my dad right now. I missed my boyfriend. He was probably one thousand miles away. Ironically, he was going to a family event to socialize with people he'd never even met, too.
"Holl, I want you to meet your cousin," my dad smiled.
"My cousin?" I asked. That was confusing. I was almost positive I knew every one of my cousins.
"Well, really, like your fourth cousin twice removed, or something like that. But he's about your age, and I think you might get along."
Oh boy, it was a he. I'd swear if I wasn't related to this guy, it sounded like my dad was trying to fix me up, which is literally a 16 year old's worst nightmare.
I sluggishly followed my dad into the next room, towards the tall post-pubesent boy facing the window, obviously in the same anti-social box that I was once quite content in. From what I could see, he was about 6 foot, blonde hair, and looked alot like Kyle from behind.
"Holl, I want you to meet Kyle," he smiled, and quickly left the room.
Crap. No, please no, not my Kyle.
The boy slowly turned around, apparantley just as freaked as I was. His blue eyes were wide with fear. Those blue eyes, my blue eyes.
"Holly," he mouthed.
Oh my god. I could feel my heart skip a beat. Tears were welling in my eyes; I wasn't sure if they were from disgust, anger, fear, or all of the above. My Kyle!! That was my Kyle!!!! All those nights at camp, Stefenie and Leesa always covering for me when I ran off with him... Daniel always joking about when Kyle would propose, we were so deeply in love...
Gross!
No, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be. I had kissed him. I had kissed him, and yet we was my..... no!
I let out a slight scream.
"Holy crap," Kyle whispered.
"This is so not fair," I cried, tears streaming down my face as I slid to the floor.
"Ugh," Kyle sighed. I looked at him angrily. "We loved each other," he breathed. "And yet we're..."
"Oh god, Kyle, don't say it..."
"Related."

****
Okay, so the saga will continue with Holly and Kyle... part 2 coming soon!
(I can really see this coming into a book)

The People!!! The People!!!

Okay, so I said that I was done for the night. I lied. The people are raging at me, and they're mad. Well, not really mad, but upset at me for shoving them to the back of my mind for so long. Here goes the rampage:
Characters: Susan and Mike
Setting: The kitchen in Mike's house (not fun)

"Well, that wasn't very fun," Susan complained, looking around at the floor, tracing her finger around the cracks in the linoleum.
"You're kidding me, right?" Mike asked. "That was awesome."
"Mike," Susan retorted, "That sucked."
"No it didn't," Mike whined. "You're just mad because I'm not as horrible as your brother. You're all pouty 'cause you didn't win this time."
"Mike, it's not about the stupid game of rock-paper-scissors!" Susan cried. "Seriously, we need to leave."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm bleeding, see?" Susan held out her index finger, and Mike examined the slice penetrating the skin. Red gushed from the cut.
"Eww..." Mike cooed, reaching for a band-aid in his back pocket.
"And that's not all," Susan whispered, reaching out her hand to display the gash that was stretched across her palm.
"Wow," he whispered, "rock-paper-scissors is no fun when you use real scissors."
"Mike, those were like knives."
"No, they were not. They were just really sharp scissors."
"Anyway, it was stupid, and now I'm bleeding, and we really need to leave." Blood was staring to rub off on her clothes.
"Okay, lemme just bandage you up-"
The latch to the door lock unhatched.
"Uh-oh," went Mike.

The vampires were home.
****

All I can say about this story: uh-oh.
:)

Favorite Songs-- Yay!

Okay, so, as you all know, nothing surpasses the Bleshna song on the hysterical level. But for the ones I actually listen to, I have two current favorites. (But be warned: they'll probably change in about a week.)

^Whoo! Maneater!^

No Hay Igual!! Yay!!

Well, that's about it for now. Have fun... I'm out!

Jane and Molly

"The People" were back again today, and they have been very schemish lately, if that's even a word. Anyway, I'll tell you what happened.
Characters: Jane and Molly
Scene: The living room

Jane sat on the floor in front of the couch, her knees held tight to her chest. She swayed back and forth slightly.
"I'm bored," she finally whispered after a long five minutes of silence.
"Me too," Molly whispered, sprawled out on the sofa with her jet black hair in her eyes. "Being home alone isn't all that fun anymore."
"Now that we're mature, and all," Jane responded, blowing a huge bubble with her gum and letting it pop in her face.
"Yeah, mature," Molly mimicked, her eyes slowly drooping. The blazing July day was taking its toll on them. And there were still four hours to go until the end of their mom's shift at the Safeway.
Jane slowly tipped over onto her side, groaning as she did so. Sweat beads rolled down the side of her neck. "We really need air conditioning," she complained.
"I know," whispered Molly, sitting up to stare at the imprint of sweat where her body had been on the couch. "Ugh," she said.
"Remember the first time we were home alone?" Jane asked.
"Yeah, I think," Molly said, shaking her head, "Didn't we get grounded?"
"Yeah," Jane smiled. "But I don't remember what for."
"Wasn't it for doing that thing to the neighbor's cat?" Molly questioned.
"Oh yeah, huh," Jane was giggling now. "That was bad."
"But it was fun," Molly retorted. "Worth two weeks of restriction."
"Naw," Jane shook her head, then looked at Molly's face. "Well, kinda worth it."
"That was the best day ever. I'll never forget it," Molly beamed.
"You'd better not," Jane threatened. "I had to miss John's party because of that two weeks."
"Oh yeah, John," Molly remembered. "You really liked him, no?"
"Liked him? Moll, I was head over heels in love with him."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about those 14 by 17 pictures you had in your room. You spent three weeks worth of allowance to get those printed."
"Shut up, Molly! You promised you wouldn't bring that up. It's embarrassing. And he's still cute, you must say."
"Yeah, I guess."
"That whole thing because of that cat."
"And the cat was fine, too, I don't see why we got punished."
"Me either. The cat seemed like it was having fun."
A few minutes of silence, then a meow from outside.
"Jane, you know what I'm thinking?" Molly smirked, thinking of the cat.
"I'll get the Velcro strips."
"I'll start the hose."
***

Ha! Hilarious, don't you think? Don't ask, I don't know what it means either, but I love the ending.

Christina and the Cat

Okay, so the people were back again today, and I am very pleased to say that the people were actually ones I knew! This time, it involved me, my friend Christina, my friend Cheyenne, and a cat. Yeah, weird, but this is what happened:
Characters: Me, Christina, Cheyenne, the cat
Scene: My front yard

"Christina, isn't there anything you can do?"
"I- I don't know," she stuttered, shaking her head. "I normally don't deal with this kind of stuff."
Cheyenne giggled, staring at what was left of the mess of the cat. Cheyenne was like that sometimes.
"C'mon, Christina, you're studying to become a doctor," I whined, still keeping my eyes on the cat.
"Yeah, but not that kind of doctor. A people doctor. Not a veterinarian," she explained, her glaze never leaving the poor feline in front of us.
The cat had been run over by a bike, and was now just laying there on the sidewalk, apparantley ready to die. I wouldn't let it. That was a stupid way to die. Not a good enough excuse for me. Before the incident, the cat was perfectly healthy. She (or he, I can never tell on cats) was just in the wrong place at extremely the wrong time. Christina bent over to take a peek at the damage.
"Ooh, carion," Cheyenne cooed.
"No, not carion," Christina retorted, "Not yet, anyway."
Cheyenne picked up a stick, apparantley ready to poke.
"Don't Cheyenne," I warned.
"Oh c'mon, it's long gone to the litter box in the sky. Look at it. Even if I was about to die like that, I wouldn't led someone prod at me for that long without a single hiss."
"Cheyenne, I don't think she's dead quite yet," Christina said, pulling out an ace bandage from her pocket and preparing to wrap the feline's leg.
"Oh, it's so a goner!" Cheyenne shouted, apparantley becoming frustrated.
"Cheyenne, I'm telling you, the cat is still alive."
I just stood there, watching the two argue, looking for any signs of life within the cat. I wanted so badly to believe Christina, but something in my gut told me Cheyenne might be right.
"Gross," I said aloud, thinking of the mess I would have to clean up if in fact the cat was dead.
"What?" said Christina.
"Never mind," I whispered, trying to conceal my disgust as concern. It wasn't working very well.
"It is so dead," Cheyenne continued, slightly smiling. "You've just got that whole, 'Doctor ego' thing going on and don't want to admit it. It's dead."
"Cheyenne, the cat is not dead," Christina hissed agrily.
"Oh yes it is," Cheyenne argued, picking up the stick and prodding the cat.
"Meow," was the last thing I heard before "I told you so"s rang through the sky.
***

I really like this one. It's kind of sad, but very smart. (Oh, and by the way, the people later told me that the cat was fine.) :)

This Weird Scene 1

Okay, so just to tell you now, there's people in my head. Alot of them. And it's really, super hard to get them to shut up. By people, I mean of course my characters. As a writer, sometimes random characters pop up into my mind and begin to have a conversation. Sometimes the scenes that I "hear" don't even match, and that's part of the reason why it's so difficult. I'll be dealing with Emma and Jason and the next minute they're gone and Greg and Tina are feeling like a chat. It's really weird. I'm not crazy-- I guess I'm just really into what I do. So, in order to make this blog a bit more interesting, I've decided to post my crazy people here for you. Word for word, the conversations they have. And the scary part is, I have no control over the things they do or say...
Characters: Joshua and Megan
Scene: An empty classroom

Megan paced the floor as if there were nothing to do. She writhed her hands together, over and over again. Josh was becoming very difficult.
"Josh, please, just once," she pleaded, staring him in the eyes with an intesity so great that he almost gave in. "Please, just tell me what happened."
Joshua felt a surge of panic. Megan was serious. She needed to know, she had a right to know.
"No."
Megan groaned and let herself slowly dissolve to the floor. There was no time for fooling around.
"Josh, c'mon, don't do this," she whimpered, holding her head between her hands and occasionally peeking up to stare at him. His expression was cold, hard, motionless.
"I can't." Josh got up from the other side of the room to sit next to Megan. He akwardly placed his arm around her shoulder. She sunk into him, hopeless and tired. He inhaled her sweet smell.
"Megan, if I tell you, there's no going back."
"I understand."
"No, you don't."
Megan angrily pulled away from Josh to look into his face. She placed a hand under his chin to make it directly in front of hers.
"Joshua Girten, I may not understand a word. I may not know the entire point of your information, but Josh, I need to know."
"Okay," he whispered, finally giving in to Megan's plead.
He stood up, walked accross the room, and placed his head in the sink.
"Turn on the water," he ordered. Megan hesitantly rose from her position and slowly turned the faucet nob. Ice water splashed accross Josh's cheek. Megan gasped.
She had no idea that it would be that bad.
***

That's my weird little scene that I saw today. It's completely frustrating, because even though that scene was in my mind, I have no idea what's happening to Josh. And I really, really, want to know. My basic interpretation of the whole thing was that Megan is dating Josh, they're in highschool, and somehow they got into an empty classroom at night. Josh obviously has this secret that he won't reveal, and Megan really wants to know. I know that the whole thing has to do with Josh's skin or something. That's the only explanation for the water. Anyway, I'll keep posting followups (If Megan and Josh come back again) and I'll also post other weird scenes involving other characters.
Bye!

Haha!! It's the Bleshna Song!

Insight on My Life

Okay, so because I only have so many characters in my "About Me" Section, I thought I might give you a little insight on my life at this moment. Well, for basics, my name is Gina Rosa but lately a girl at school has been referring to me as "Bella." (Twilight lovers, you'd understand.) I'm just a girl with two sides to her life-- a girly-girl, dainty side, and a sporty, don't-mess-with-me side. I'm still not sure which side I like better. I want to have to whole, I'm-a-girly-girl who-knows-all-of-the-makeup-brands sort of thing, but I kinda like the idea of being au naturale. I'm totally confused at this stage of my life, it's just not fair. Writing shall thenceforth be my release.
Write more later...
Bye!