and a happy new year

The thing I like about the new year is that it will always make me feel older and more prepared to work. For like, two weeks. Because year after year after year, I wake up and acknowledge that the day and year is new, so I become reluctant to procrastinate and do everything well and orderly...until the feeling fades...and fades...and fades...and fades.

I mean, really now. Why can't we human beings be like this every week, day, hour, minute, second, of the year? Why wait until the big digits change?

You can never know, with me. Good luck in the 2014.

I like my hair today

Camping in the Mountains

You were probably wondering why I didn't post a post yesterday. (Maybe not. I don't even think a lot of people look at this blog.) Well I have produced an excuse for you. (yayyy) I was camping in the mountains for the weekend! It was cool. Like literally, my face would be frozen if I put it outside the cabin door. But no biggie. I love cold weather, so I came prepared with several warm hats, two sweaters, a coat, a scarf, three pairs of gloves, and some snug snow boots. (Yep.) (:

Just a lot of sledding and trudging around and freezing my butt off, not much happened. But I really loved the winter weather and the snow (I'm a Cailfornian :P) and the trees (I <3 fOrEsTs) and the sleeping-bag-ness.

I wonder how different my life would be if I grew up in the cold. I would probably love warmer weather then, and wonder how life would be if I grew up in the warmer aspects of Earth. But then again if I chose somewhere to live such as Wisconsin which has a share of both warm and cold, then I would probably enjoy it.

You can never know, with me. :D

Contributions to the world?

Do I need to post anything else besides my own thoughtless thoughts on this blog?

I'm a crocheter. Maybe I could post all of my crocheting accomplishments. (There are many.) Or, I could post some of my writing. (Or not.) How about tips on being successful? (But my tips probably aren't worth much...haha) Maybe I could do tips for surviving middle school? I am an eighth grader. Maybe some lonesome (or bored) sixth grader is in need of help. (Although no two middle school are the same...so I couldn't really help much...) Or maybe guy advice. (To be honest, I'm still lost in that area of study.) Gossip? (Ew. Ew. No thanks.)

HOW. ABOUT. "How to achieve your dreams."

To be honest, I am really lost in that area of expertise. See, nearly 99% of all famous peoples have started doing their thing when they were children. Look at all those child actors, painters my age who I am sure will become extremely successful, and even my brother who is in fifth grade and can memorize the Periodic Table of Elements from head to toe, backwards, along with qualities of every element; and don't even forget all my friends who are masters at violin or cello or saxophone when all I can really do is piano (which can get really boring to hear), and don't even mention those who can make clothes from scratch (at my age), sing in front of large audiences with positive outcomes (at my age), and...I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I.

The point is that, I'm not sure if I, as in this one small person in the world, can do anything to feel appreciated and liked among peers. I'm supposing that all the people that I look up to today have always had it easy. And they probably haven't. So I'm going to work harder.

Hopefully.

And I shouldn't even think about anyone else. I need to focus on what I'm good at first (which may take awhile). And the same goes for you, too. Pretend that the world revolves around you (but not for too long) and do what you can do to make things better.

You can never know, with me. (;

Books have pros and cons, too

As much as I long to become a famous author, sometimes I hate books.

They are just so well-written and intricate that the characters make me feel so small and delicate and incapable of accomplishing whatever the heroes in the books have done, for example saving the world without blinking an eye. (Okay, good books don't make it in a blink of an eye. They feel the necessity to make it sound a lot more complicated yet still making me feel the same.)

Sometimes I just get so angry that the human mind is able to think of all these ways that people can be explicable, and yet the truth still remains that we can actually do zero percent of these things! In real life, "plot twists" are a lot more common and unpredictable than they could probably ever be in the books. Resolutions are going to be a lot more complicated. And I can't even to begin to think about Irony. And I'm mostly talking about fiction, by the way. Nonfiction is a little bit more straightforward, if you know what I mean.

But really, how many times have you been accepted to wizard school? How about a school for spies? How about a camp for children of the gods? Have you ever grown wings? Do you live in a world of magic and mystical creatures? Most probably, the answer for you to these questions is, unfortunately, no. Unless you're some other person. Then in that case I'm not talking to you.

Without a doubt, I am totally not criticizing fiction. Books are a strong part of my life (what else could I do on long car trips?), and I am obliged to devote my life to writing them (see "Dream Jobs" page). I just wish to express my thoughts at these wonderful works. Have a good day.

You can never know, with me. (:

The title of this post is Christmas

My Christmas has been super exciting. To start off, I crawled out of my super-warm bed to open some presents with my family. And not that I mind, but I only got one thing (an electric photo frame thing) which probably wasn't really worth crawling out of bed before ten o'clock for. Then, my parents lectured my older sister for sleeping later at night than they would prefer she does. Additionally, we baked some cookies that taste really strange and turn into substances similar to rocks. And furthermore, I topped off my day by watching Inception with my siblings.

Okay, seriously, Inception had me thinking more than I would be thinking if I was in my sister's AP Calculus class. (LOL, maybe not. Fine. It just seemed like it.) It just got so complicated that I had to take periodic breaks to process all the information. But I got through it and thoroughly enjoyed it. (:

And so much for a wonderful Christmas. I feel like crying now since I've just wasted a whole day and a whole holiday day doing practically NOTHING. Yeah, I've gotten a bit of writing done, but that cannot account for when I could be 1) at Barnes & Nobles doing something fun like reading 2) at Starbucks drinking some Vanilla Bean Frappucino that I've been wanting to try 3) talking to some friends 4) working out 5) practicing my sprinting 6) blogging and 7) doing anything else that doesn't involve doing useless things on the internet.

Christmas has always, always been my favorite holiday. You don't hear any Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, or Halloween music, do you?? There's Christmas music for a reason! And I should be spending more time with my family. But sadly, my family doesn't really do that. And plus, breaks just make me hate school even more, or miss school even more (hate because it's so stressing, miss because I get bored).

You can never know, with me.

Taking over the world on Christmas Eve

I've just spent an hour or two crocheting while watching Kim Possible episodes. In case you don't know what that is, it's a cartoon with a girl and her sidekick who flawlessly save the world a countless number of times, and I loved watching it when I was about 6. Now that I look back, the idea of "saving the world" is so blunt that I can't even imagine trying to do anything that Kim Possible has ever done, needless to say there's the fact that nothing that ever happens to her will happen to me (ie: stopping a strange old lady from turning grown men and women into babies; creating a website advertising that I can do anything and thus gaining customers who will ask a little girl like me to save their lives as opposed to grown policemen).

The definition of "evil" has grown so much over the years, or even days, so much so that there will never be a single person able to defeat all the evils that have infested the planet. *Sigh.* I've always dreamed of being some sort of secret agent, spy, or superhero person that will, simply out of the good of my heart, stop crime and save what is important to me. Too bad my dreams have long since become unfeasible. But cartoons are still fun to watch, right?

And the same goes for every secret agent or superhero movie I've ever watched. Nothing will ever happen like it does in a book or in the movies. (Aww.) But we can try, right?

In some places, it's probably already Christmas. But whatever. Merry Christmas. Kim Posible was such a waste of my life. But I still love her for creating such strong dreams. <3

You can never know, with me.