Is to NEVER date your best friend's boyfriend or crush. Offenders of this rule will be forever known as a home wrecker and/or skank. (Severity of the consequences may vary depending on how nice your best friend is ( Read more... )

Well, as a blogger.

I'm not going to lie, I've been so intimidated about coming back to blogging because I feel like I've let all my readers down.

Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. But the reason I started this blog was to express my ideas about the things I love. Getting ARCs from publishers was AMAZING and getting to interview such talented authors ( Read more... )

So yeah, my last post was (oh my gosh, I can't even remember, *looks at the blog*) June 5th...

And it's now July 29th. Excuse me while I drown in my self-suckiness.

So much has happened since then! For instance:

1. 1. I graduated from middle school (yes, I'm still a baby).
2. 2. I made the high school color guard and I've had five (EXTREMELY tiring) ( Read more... )

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I have a **Shiny New Idea**.

LOVELY PEOPLE, IT IS NOT LEAVING ME ALONE!

But I'm in love with it. I know, I know. You probably have heard it a billion times and hearing it once again is probably making you want to curl yourself into fetal position... etc.

Lovely People, I really really want to write it, regardless of it mind-blowing complexity and ( Read more... )

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 I took my graduation pictures today. And I wen to the orientation meeting for the incoming fresh meat students. It really got me thinking about how I've changed in the last three years. I remember when I first came to my school, I was SO EXCITED. I was like the peppiest person in the school (or at least one of them). Now as I've gotten used to ( Read more... )

 School is almost over and summer is almost here.

Not to mention, I'm about to be done with junior high.

HOLY FREAKING CRAP!!

Growing up is a
complexity
It is made up of quiet things
that no one ever knows
It is a survival
An awakening
A celebration
An elimination
A triumph
Yet some adults take away
its value
They call us moody
They want to keep us still
like glass figurines on a shelf
They ask why the most suicides are caused
at our age
They ask why we are so ungrateful
They ask why we ( Read more... )