Thursday, July 14, 2011

The World of Infinite Knowledge

Everyone is the author to their life. Everyone has control to how well they are treated, what kind of people they meet, and even down to how they look and feel. There is so much that we are capable of, if we were only taught again how to tune in these abilities. We have the capacity to create planets, if we so choose!

There are so many things that we know, yet there are even more things that we know we don't know, and would perhaps like to know. And yet, there is an even LARGER number of things that we don't even know that we don't know. Get it?

We all believe that we are important. Some believe that they are more knowledgeable than others, and perhaps they are, in some aspect. I have come to a sudden realization today, and that is this: The world that we live in this very minute, this very second, has such a vast expanse of knowledge. So much, that this world we call Earth is an infinite being. It lives to help us live. It arranges itself to better adjust for future endeavors that we may face. It loves us. It wants us to survive and be happy in our lives. We owe it to the Earth. The great, wonderful earth! And I don't mean "go green" or stop "global warming," I simply mean that we should do the very best we can to enjoy our lives and have fun with it!
So, back to what I was saying. There's history to this planet. So many different kinds of history. There are stories of gods, the American wars! The French Revolution, the history of dinosaurs and how the planet was created! There is just so much that we couldn't possibly know it all. It's so great to think about, don't you think? A little confusing, but fun all the same.

I have found that writing makes me feel great! I love that feeling that washes over me when I realize that I was able to portray a message perfectly. I don't know if that is the case today, but I did my best. Over the remaining summer, I shall try to connect to as many things that make me feel good as I can. To help me get started, I shall write a list of as many things on the top of my head that make me feel good. This list is not in any particular order other than how fast I think of them.
  • fresh breath
  • new stuff
  • talking to myself
  • clean, washed hair
  • cooking and eating food
  • music
  • playing tennis
  • exercising
  • walking along trails
  • friends
  • Willow
  • Simon
  • Hazel (they get their own bullets, they're so important!)
  • writing
  • reading a good book
  • designing jewelry
  • drumming
I think I should stop there before I make this a really boring post. I thank you all for reading! Hopefully I shall remember to post again soon!

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Paper Quilling




As I look online at all the other blogs that I am following, it occured to me that only one other person I follow is actually updating their post. I just thought that was pretty weird.

So I am spending the first few days of summer, warmth, and freedom in Connecticut. At my grandparents. Whoopee. Now, don't get me wrong, I really love my grandparents and their puppy dog Nellie. I just kinda wanna spend my days of summer lazily lying on the couch watching Looney Tunes and only eating when I absolutely feel hungry. Since I just said that I would rather not be here, allow me to back that up with a bunch of positive things about spending time here:
  • They have a swimming pool (although their pump was currently chewed out by a chipmunk, who wanted a place to store his food)
  • They have their puppy dog Nellie, and are watching over their friend's dog Nick.
  • They have a cat named Abby who reminds me a LOT of a mix between Willow and Simon (surprisingly, she doesn't have a lot of Hazel in here. By the way, those are MY cats)
  • They live on a nice, quiet little street
  • They often buy me whatever I want (like grandparents do so well)
  • In the morning, there are always HUGE breakfasts waiting that fill you up until dinner.
  • I am learning how to make my grandmother's chicken with a bread crumb outer layer today
And so on.

I think the biggest reason that I am not completely happy right now is that I am not here with either of my brothers or even my dad. As my mom once said, the house never feels complete if one of us are gone, no matter what we are doing. If we aren't together in the same house, it just isn't complete. She's right, of course. I always felt that way. I can even sense when someone new has entered our house, like one of our friends or perhaps our handiman Tom.

Handiman Tom. That's a nice little nickname. Although I mostly just say Tom our handiman. Oh well, either way works, I'm sure. He has done wonders to our yard. It looks beautiful. We have three little flower pots just sitting on our steps. They've been there for years, so that it seems like they just came with the steps. One day, I was leaving the house through the front door, when I looked at the flower pots and saw, much to my amazement, flowers inside each one of them. Red and yellow flowers. Our backyard looks a little neater, with the patches of dirt filled in with healthy green grass that looks like a comb has been run through it, making it neat and untangled. Our rosebush has even decided to bloom a little early. Or maybe it's not early. I can't be quite sure. I don't know much about the life cycle of a rose. I always thought it would be nice to have a rose garden, with all the wonderful smells and colors blending together. A flower garden does involve a lot of maintenance, depending on the flowers. I don't think I would be up for that, no matter how gorgeous the results.

In the newspaper yesterday, there was an article about a woman who did this thing called Paper Quilling. It is an art that takes a lot of patience. Basically, she makes pictures like flowers, unicorns, and dragons using only paper. Here is a picture of a fish that somebody did using Paper Quilling:
Isn't that amazing? All of that is paper! I don't think this was done by the woman who was in the article, but this is a very good example of what I was trying to describe. I would like to learn how to do it, but, like I said, it involves a whole lot of patience. It sure does look beautiful.

Here is a picture of a three- dimensional tea cup that the woman from the newspaper article, Pat Caputo, I think was her name.
Again, fantastic! I went down to the library today with Grandma, and saw this for myself behind a display case. Even that little spoon thing is paper. I don't know how it is done, but it is absolutely fantastic!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Food and Spellcheck...Things We Cannot Live Without

Hallelujah! I now know how to make French Toast!! No more boring, same-old, granola bars for breakfast. Now, I can make everyone jealous because I can make French Toast!!!
I really do enjoy cooking and making my own food. It's not a chore to me, which is most likely because it is always my choice when I want to cook. So far, I know how to make Chicken and Rice, Gammy's Cheesecakes, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, Mac and Cheese that is not Kraft, pancakes, and now, French Toast. I know there are a lot of things on that list that I neglected to mention, but otherwise the list would go on for quite a while, and you wouldn't like that very much, would you? Especially if you were hungry. Oh man, if you were hungry right now, this blog post would just be torture. So, before I torture you anymore, I demand that you get up out of your seat, go downstairs to your kitchen, and make yourself some nice, warm, delicious, fresh-from-the-oven banana bread. That's right, I demand you do it this instant. When you have finished making your nice, warm, delicious, fresh-from-the-oven banana bread, I want you to call me up and invite me over for some. It really is my favorite kind of bread. My mouth is watering just thinking about it! Would you honestly deny me the right to some nice banana bread? I certainly hope not! What kind of friend would you be if you did not let me have any? It was my suggestion, after all.

Okay, so now we go onward with this blog post. I bet in your heads you are now saying "Onward!" as if you were continuing with a quest. Am I right? I bet I am! I always say that in my head. Whether it is continuing onto our next class for the day, or just deciding to go downstairs for a snack. There I go with food again! I'm not hungry at the moment, just not full either. I don't know how people can just will themselves not to eat. Food is delicious. They shouldn't deny themselves the right to food. I mean, if you are full, that's one thing. If you do it because of calories, then I herefore say that--wait, is herefore a word? I mean, I thought I heard it said in those old medieval movies, but I'm not really sure anymore. No red line appeared underneath it, so it must be a real word. If I were to type ladkfjla, then--oh wait, no red line under that either. Ok, something is strange about this computer. For all I know, I could've made tons of mistakes in the last few sentences, but I won't ever know!!

Oh hey!! Spellcheck!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

First Day of Summer Vacation

So as the title of this blog post says, it is now the first day of the summer vacation. The last day of school happened yesterday, and it couldn't have been shorter. We started the day by going into the science room, where many students had brought in delicious food. The donuts were gone before they reached the table, so I didn't get any of those. There were muffins, corn bread, doughnut holes from Dunkin Donuts, and etc. We spent that time sitting around at a table and just hanging out, really. I don't even really remember what we talked about. My friend Anna and I kept sniping pictures of our friend Sara, who made it very clear that she doesn't like getting her picture taken.

At 9:00 am, we all headed down to the auditorium. My math teacher, Mrs. Nockles, had made a slideshow with pictures showing all these great events that had happened over the course of the year. It included Spirit Week, our River Project in science class, the Boat Cruise Dance, Washington D.C., and even from the first day of school.  In the pictures from the first day, we all looked like deer in headlights. There were the lucky few that had friends that they hung around and talked to. Then there were other people that kept their distance since they were afraid of everyone else. 

My very good friend Anna came from Saint Michael's Catholic School. She didn't know anyone in our class. Well maybe a few people, but I really don't know for sure. When I first saw her, I really liked her. She dressed a little differently than other people, since she was wearing a skirt and wedge heels, which I thought was awesome! When we were being shown around the school, I stood closer to her in case we might start talking or something like that. Even though we were shown around the school, I still don't know where half the stuff is. I can't even get to the Nurses' office on my own! 

When I was in 6th grade, I met a girl named Jane. She had moved here when she was in 3rd grade from India. We became close friends. She was the person that I really hung around and felt that I could tell anything to. Even when her friends took a disliking to me and kicked me out of their little group, I didn't blame Jane, even though she didn't say anything. I knew exactly what was on her mind. In every picture with Jane, I am there, standing next to her. I felt really sad when, in April, she moved back to India. She was like my best friend for the year. Having Anna be there for me reminded me of Jane. They are completely different people, but they are the type of people that nobody should ever say anything bad about. They are reliable, trustworthy, and loyal. 
I do wish that I still kept in touch with Jane. We have each other's email addresses, but it never seemed to work out. Anna is just going to a school in Lowell, and I don't even know if she is moving, but at least it will be easier to keep in touch, like text messages and such. We can even keep in touch with our blogs! I do my best to put current events up here that happen in my life, and she does the same with hers. Oh yes, this can work! By the way, Anna, I mean all these things I am typing in the very best way possible. You are awesome!!

Wow, I really do ramble when I begin to type. It's hard for me to keep talking about the same subject without getting a totally new idea that I just HAVE to write about. I still hope this all makes sense regardless. Maybe I will get all this together and have a nice, normal post for once. 

I feel welcoming. That's a good word to describe how I feel right now. Welcoming of new things yet to come.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

It's Almost the Last Day of School!

There is only one more day of school left, then SUMMER VACATION!!!!!! Today, we had our final day of finals. I had an English final, and then a French final. For the English final, we had to make a portfolio that reviewed four pieces of work that we thought would best represent our strengths and weaknesses. The four essays I chose were:
  • My "How To" essay, which is titled "the Quick Guide to Mediation"
  • My Favorite Toy essay, titled "Pandora's Box"
  • A creative rewrite titled "Stabbing Scene Rewrite"
  • My slavery research essay, titled "The Importance of John Brown"
Taylor went online and I found out that I got a 99 out of 100 on the presentation. I think that's amazing! I was the very last person in my class to present, but I was still very nervous about the whole thing. I had no idea what I was going to say. I'm still not completely sure what I did end up saying. Whatever I said, it must have been good, since Mrs. Snyder liked it. 

    Oh, I should tell you about Mrs. Snyder! She is currently filling in for my English teacher, Mrs. Lackey, who just had a baby girl. Mrs. Snyder, I believe, is also a drama teacher, so she's very open and full of excitement. Plus, she is fluent in French and ASL (American Sign Language). I was thinking of asking her if she could teach me sign language, but there's only one day left in the school year so I didn't see how it could work out. Mrs. Snyder reminded me why I love English class so much. The literature, the creativity, the happiness that comes when you write something that sounds just the way you want it. Mr. Reynolds first showed me how great English could be, and Mrs. Snyder kept it alive in me. What a great way to end the school year! I sure hope that I see her around. I would love to join in on school plays, I just get scared and back out. Plus, I never know when auditions are being held or how to prepare. Everyone else seems to know all these things that I just haven't yet figured out. 

    A few weeks ago, the C.A. Farley Elementary School was hosting their 10th annual Free To Be You and Me play presented by the 5th graders. For this, they were allowing former students of the elementary school to come in and sing a song, I think. My dad found this on the school website and told me about it. I even managed to contact Zach Johnson to get more information. However, on the day of the rehearsal, I got scared again. I just couldn't see myself going up on the stage and singing. I don't even know where this fear comes from. For heavens sake, I sang karaoke on that dance night on the Odyssey! This stuff should be a piece of cake! I used to be in many plays, I have very good memorization skills, I should be ready for stuff like this. I really WANT to be in school plays, although I never planned on doing anything in eighth grade. I figured that I would wait a year to figure out the flow of things and then in my freshmen year, I would perhaps get into some theater.

    I think part of it is that my life is so undecided. I mean, there are so many wonderful things that I can do. I know I don't know everything, and I hope I never get to know everything, for that would be totally boring. I want to experience all that life has to offer. I want to do all I can in this life, and then have completely new experiences in lives to come (yes, I believe in afterlife. It just makes sense, doesn't it?) 

    Perhaps this is just something that I am going through. Lately, so many emotions have been running through me, it's a bit overwhelming. Just a few hours ago, I was cleaning out my room when I went over to my Amma doll that was sitting on my bedside table. I held that doll for a little while when I began to feel this overwhelming desire to be close to her. To Mom, I mean. Not only could I feel the desire, but I could also feel the possibility of fulfilling that desire to see her. It was like she was there, but just out of reach. I just had to connect. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to connect like that. My mind tends to over think.

    I feel like I should feel a little saddened since my eighth grade year is coming to a close. However, I just feel liberated. My best friend may be leaving and going to a new school, but we shall always keep in touch. I have her cell number and we will definitely text. And just to cease any disputes, I have more than one best friend. My best friends are the ones that I would allow to read this blog. That's not necessarily everyone that IS reading this blog, but I am slowly getting people's emails to invite them on. 

    So thank you, best friends, for letting me share my life with you.
    Oh my gosh, this is starting to sound like a good-bye. It isn't, in case you're wondering. I'm mostly just rambling.

    Oh, my cat is lying across my arm. What a sweetie! Honestly, what would we do in this world without cats? What a lonely place that would be...

    Sunday, June 19, 2011

    I Wanna Learn!

    I wanna learn French! I know it's possible, and it doesn't have to take all through high school. Besides, even then, I don't think I will know it fluently. There are many people that have taken a language in their high school that don't even remember how to say "hello" or "yes." Oh, and I know it's possible. I just need to know how to do it. That's where you come in, Sue. I know that when we last skyped, you told me how to connect to Source, but I forgot. So either by comment or email, I would really like to know how I can tap in to the endless knowledge of the Universe and learn fluent French. I know it's been done, you said so yourself. I shall do some research on that book you told me about, if you reminded me what the book was called and who the author is, and I shall ace that French exam!

    Of course, I don't wanna learn French just because I have the French finals coming up. I wanna show off too! One day, I will be messing up "De quelle coleur?" with "Tu as quel age?', and the next thing, I will be asking the teacher very complicated questions that I just haven't come up with yet. I already learned a new French word from watching Doctor Who. I learned from Dad how to say "head" in French as well. Of course, he told me in sixth grade that "commo se dice" was French, when it's really Spanish for "how do you say."

    Languages are cool. Especially when you can do their accent really well and people look at you really amazed. When I am reading French, I tend to be able to read pretty fast. My teacher admitted that even she couldn't talk that fast. French was her first language. She also knows English, Spanish, and I believe she is learning Russian. It's gotta be cool. I have no idea, since I am only fluent in English. Perhaps I shall learn Portuguese and Spanish. I hope I don't get languages mixed up!

    Oh, this is exciting! I can't wait to test this new knowledge out!

    Katie and Anna's Fairy Tale

    Before I begin the story, I would just like to re-thank Taylor for letting us use his two riddles (he wrote them himself!) Enjoy!

                Once upon a time, there was a smart and very wise young girl named Princess, who lived in a village, with her magical talking cat Sir Fluffymittens-Snowball IV, near the deep dense forest. She had a malicious neighbor named Chester. He was a tall man with red hair and lots of freckles. One day, Chester dared Princess to go deep into the forest and take a scale from the great dragon Vasenthior. If she did not fetch the scale by sundown of the next evening, Chester would sacrifice Sir Fluffymittens-Snowball IV to Demeter when Persephone was occupied in the Underworld with Hades.
                The next day, she set up her picnic basket and a few other supplies and headed into the deep dense forest. Since she didn’t know exactly where to go, she just headed straight down the path. After a few minutes of walking and light dancing while singing musicals, she came across a fork in the path. In the way stood a ten-foot tall tarantula.
                “What brings you here?” said a deep voice, which Princess soon realized was the spider himself talking.
                “Uh, I need to get to the great dragon Vasenthior. It’s important.”
                “Well, that gives you two riddles. One for letting you pass, and the other is if you want directions to which way you must go.” The spider said, “Are you up for the challenge? If you are wise, you will surely get them right.”
                “I’m ready for the riddles.” Princess replied uneasily.
                “Alright then. Here is the first riddle.”
                It has teeth, but cannot chew--
    The golden door you must get through.
    And yet the gateway sealed tight
    Holds heavy bars to keep the night.
    The eighty-eight lined in a row,
    Designed as to exclude the foe.
    In lonely word you must progress,
    For with the answer comes success.
                “Hmmm… I think the answer is a…key!” She exclaimed.
                “Correct! Now here is your second riddle. If you do not answer this riddle, you will not be allowed passage through here and you must find the path on your own. And I will tell you, it is quite treacherous if you go the wrong way.”
                She pulls you in with loving arms,
    She promises she'll never harm.
    Cerulean master of guise,
    She'll never let you take the prize.
    The friendly stranger she once was
    Has become hideous with flaws.
    She leaves you lifeless on the ground,
    Yet with death, closely you are bound.
                “Huh, that’s a hard one, but I will have to say the answer is the ocean.” She said nervously.
                “Unbelievable! You got it right again! I must say, you are a very bright young woman. Let’s hope you shall make it to your destination.”
                “So which path do I take that will lead me to Vasenthior?” asked Princess.
                “You must head down the left path. That is as far as I can assist you. It would sure be a shame to have you die.”
                Soon, Princess was heading down the left pathway. She saw a tree stump and decided to stop for lunch. She once again headed down the path. Out of seemingly nowhere, a rather large acorn came and hit her on the head and landed neatly on the ground. Right behind it came a squirrel wearing a cape and carrying a wand. When the squirrel sighted Princess, he stopped short.
                “Can you pick up that acorn?” asked the squirrel
                “Oh, sure.” said Princess, and she went over to pick up the acorn.
                “Now open it.” Princess opened the acorn and out flew a cloak. It fluttered to the ground. She picked it up and turned back to the squirrel.
                “That is a cloak of invisibility. The acorn has clearly chosen you to be the keeper of such an item. You are to use it wisely and sparingly, so as not to bring attention to the cloak and its full powers.” Princess put to cloak over her body to test it out. Sure enough, she could not see the rest of her body unless she had her head under the cloak as well. The squirrel told her to go straight until she saw the creek, and then follow the flow until she came upon the dragon’s hill. She thanked the squirrel and headed on her way.
                Finally, she came upon the creek. By this time it was mid-afternoon, almost five o’clock. She turned and followed the stream. She didn’t have to go far before the land began to slant upwards. She quickly pulled on the invisibility cloak and proceeded up the hill. Soon, she was at the top of the hill. She looked around curiously. The hillside was surrounded by rocks, so there was only one entry point. There was a small fire going near the center, and around it laid Vasenthior. She jumped back when she saw his great size. Remembering what she had to do, she carefully stepped forward, taking comfort in having the cloak on. She approached his tail and prepared to take a scale. The instant her hand touched his smooth emerald green scale, his tale roughly jerked, sending her reeling onto her back. The cloak fell off of her. The dragon stood to his full height. She estimated that he stood at 20 feet, 5 inches and 2 centimeters tall. The dragon had deep eyes that appeared to be reading her every thought, and perhaps he was. She didn’t know what kind of power Vasenthior had.
                “What are you doing?” the dragon demanded.
                “Uh, I, oh, y’know…” She couldn’t think of anything to say to Vasenthior. How could she explain her situation? “Don’t kill me” She finally managed to say.
                “Kill you? Why would I want to kill you? It seems rather unreasonable to kill someone for climbing up a hill and disturbing my rest. I simply want to know why you were thinking of stealing one of the scales from my body, when I shed them every year and keep them in a pile over there.” He pointed to a large pile full of bright green scales.
                “Well, I need to have one of your scales because--“
                “I know. My power isn’t as weak as you think. I know that Athena has disguised herself as your neighbor Chester to meet you. I know that this goddess of wisdom and strategy feels threatened by your wit and wisdom.”
                “Really? My neighbor is Athena? Is there any way you can help me?”
                “Well, you can have one of my scales over there. The colors are a little diluted, but it should be sufficient enough. As for getting rid of Athena, I think I can help.”
                “How?” Princess wondered.
                “Dragons’ blood is poisonous to the gods if they were to drink it and harmful if they were to come into contact with it, yet gives strength to mortals. Do you have any containers with you?”
                “Yea, I do.” She pulled out her canteen from her picnic basket and emptied out its contents. She handed it to Vasenthior, who lightly took it.
                “I will be right back.” With that, he flew off to a cave in the distance. After a few minutes, she could see him extend his wings and smoothly glide back to the hill. He handed her the canteen, which felt heavy in her hands. She placed the canteen of the dragon’s blood, as well as the scale, in her picnic basket.
                “That should get her to go away. After that, it’s up to you what you do with it. However, I must warn you to use it sparingly.”
                “Of course, I will.” The Princess said, turning away and heading back down the hill. She went all the way back to her cottage in the village by the dense woods. She found Chester/Athena waiting patiently by the door of the house. Her cat sat in a carrier in Chester’s hands.
                “You are almost late.” Chester said.
                “I know who you are Athena.” The man looked at her. Then he began to get brighter. She looked away, since she heard that looking at a god in their true form could kill you. When the light dimmed, there stood a young woman with gray eyes and blonde hair.
                “Do you have the scale?” Athena asked
                “Yes, I do.” Princess pulled out the canteen. Before Athena could see what it was she was holding, she swiftly opened the cap and threw the canteen to Athena. The goddess backed up quickly with a shriek as Vasenthior’s blood came out of the canteen and onto Athena. She dropped the cat carrier, which Princess quickly scooped up.
                “Thank you so much, Princess. You would not believe what she gives me for food in that place! It’s store brand!” said Sir Fluffymittens-Snowball IV. Princess looked back at Athena, but there was nobody there. It was as though she had teleported away. Princess walked into the house and put out some food for her cat.
                “Thank you very much.” her cat thanked her.
                As for the rest of the dragon’s blood, it all soaked into the ground in Princess’ yard. After a few weeks, they produced a magical bean plant that she would sell to a man for a profitable size of money. She did not know what happened to the magic beans until one day, a few miles away, she saw a rather large bean stock protruding out of the ground.
    Didja like it?! Anna and I certainly had a blast coming up with it!