So, I'm on Christmas break and this weekend was my Family Christmas. Apparently my family knows me well, because I got art supplies! I got a whole pencil set from my cousin, which consisted of coloring pencils, metallic pencils, watercolor pencils, plain drawing pencils, and charcoal pencils. Then my grandma gave me a package of canvases, (there are three in each package) a tube of black pain and a tube of white paint, a palette, and a package of brushes. My friends know me well too, because one of them gave me a whole set of paints for Christmas. I really like artsing. And writing. You should check out my writing blog, because I have another story on there.
Today we went caroling, just my stepdad, mom and me. It was fun. We're going caroling again tomorrow, because we didn't get all our places caroled to yet. It was really fun, even though it was cold and no one gave us hot chocolate.
I need to clean my room because it's a mess, but first I wanted to write a blog post. I know, silly of me. I also need to write in my journal.
But now I've written a blog post and my kitty has curled up on my lap in a manner that means she thinks we need to go to our bed...so....I'm off!
~Katie :)
Monday, December 22, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Wow
Dude, so it's almost Christmas....and so to not exactly prepare for Christmas, I wrote a not exactly Christmas story that I published way before Christmas....It's on Wattpad, fanfiction.net, and The Flowing Pen....I feel...wow. Very published. Anyway, here are the links to my story. It's a Peter Pan fanfiction. I'm sorry if you hate Peter Pan.
The Flowing Pen
Fanfiction
Wattpad
Enjoy!
~Katie :)
The Flowing Pen
Fanfiction
Wattpad
Enjoy!
~Katie :)
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Teachers
We have all learned something from someone. Be this your parents, cousins, uncles, other relatives, the man down the street whose name you just can't quite remember, or even the nice cashier who waited patiently for you to frantically search your pockets for the money that you can't find because of those evil little elves that are constantly hiding your money at the very bottom of your pockets, underneath your phone, keys, and fingernail clippers. Of course, the most "traditional" way to learn, is from teachers. Ya know, those people that are hired by a school, the people you usually have to sit in a stupid, not super comfy desk to listen to them drone on and on and on about a topic you care nothing about. Take me with math...yeah, I hate that subject. But I've learned a lot from teachers (more from my mom and reading, but teachers too of course).
- On the keyboard ALT+the tab key lets you switch windows without ever once taking your hands off the keyboard. This is wonderful knowledge if you're like me.
- You know when you're reading your Bible and you see some words in italics? Yeah, those words weren't originally there, they were just added to try to make a bit more sense and put in italics so people would know they weren't originally in the text. Like, okay, take the Bible verse Isaiah 45:18. If you take the italizised words out, it changes the entire verse. "For thus saith the LORD that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the LORD; and there is none else." Okay, read that the way it is. It seems to be saying God made the earth then it completely changes apparently he is the LORD and there is none else, although that has nothing to do with him making the earth. Take out the italic words. "For thus saith the LORD that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I the LORD; and none else." Now it appears the verse is saying that God made the earth, just him, no one else. Neat, yes? Now take a totally random Bible verse. Isaiah 46:12 "Hearken unto me,ye stouthearted, that are far from righteousness:" Take out the italic word and it just seems weird.
- The exterior angle is equal to the two far interior angles...I wanted to be able to say I learned something from the math teacher.
- There was a difference between the Pharisees and Sadducees....I honestly did not know that.
- You can actually sing loud enough to fill an entire room, without a mic, if you actually project enough. I never said I was good at that.
- People can "like" other people out of pity.
- If you have a new enough version of Microsoft Word, you can put citations and stuff in your document with just a few simple clicks.
- Don't assume there have to be a few falses in every true and false test. Sometimes there will be all trues.
- A person can be a good person...but a not so great teacher.
- Illegal immigration isn't just in the U.S.A.
- There is in fact a website where you can listen to tons of Adventures in Odyssey for FREE.
I'm tired, goodnight.
~Katie :)
The Flowing Pen
So, I have a blog that I've had for quite a while, it's called The Flowing Pen, and it is supposed to have all my poems and stories on it...it has...I think...eight.... But I'm gonna try to work on it more often....so...here's the link, feel free to read as much or as little as you would like.
The Flowing Pen
~Katie :)
The Flowing Pen
~Katie :)
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Things I Have Learned Through Relationships
Okay, so, just so y'all know, this is going to be more for girls, and obviously from a girls point of view. This is my list of things that I have learned through my relationships and unrelationships. Yes, I just said unrelationships. No, you don't have to read it all. You don't have to read it at all! If you're a guy who wants to read this, go for it though. It is now going to be in list form.
- Every person who says, "I love you," doesn't always love you.
- Sometimes, when you're a girl going through guy problems, it helps to get a guy's perspective from the male humans around you.
- Sometimes you need to backpedal and that's okay.
- Guys really don't get hints. If you want him to put his arm around you, tell him, because he won't get it otherwise.
- When in doubt, just be friends.
- Guys can be very manipulative.
- Words from a guy, who I talked to just today: Don't trust guys. Words from me: It's okay to trust guys...just not their hormones. Him: Yeah, basically.
- Okay, so, if a guy back pedals, he is going to his little man cave, and you SHOULD NOT follow him there. He'll come back out when he's ready. If you just chase him, you will drive him away and look very needy and stuff like that. I learned that from a guy.
- If you two had a fight and he made you cry, there's really no reason to tell him that he made you cry, unless he asks, because telling him will just make him feel like crap.
- Make boundaries AND STICK WITH THEM. If you don't stick with your boundaries, this is how your relationship will go: "No kisses, at all, just hugs." "Okay, fine, we can kiss, but only on the cheek." "Alright, fine we can kiss on the lips, but we won't makeout. We'll just kiss hello and goodbye." "Okay, fine we might as well makeout, but we won't get too handsy." "Alright, being super handsy is pretty fun, so we can do that, we just have to stop if we start getting too turned on." "Okay, we can get turned on, just as long as we don't, you know, have sex, because we aren't married." "Well, we can have sex, just as long as we use protection" "Oops...I'd better tell my boyfriend that I'm pregnant." Now I'm not saying that that's how it will always go, but it will most often go that direction. Not good. Not good at all. Plus, you will lose the respect of people around you, because it's like when you start exercising, but then you don't stick to it...rather stupid. Try something like, "Okay, we aren't going to kiss at all until we've been dating a month, then we'll only kiss on the cheek." "Well, our month is over, so we can kiss on the cheek, and in three more months, we can kiss each other hello and goodbye." "That three months is over, so we can kiss each other hello and goodbye," and it would just continue like that. Yes, that was the longest thing I have written on here and probably one of the most important things that I have learned through my relationships and unrelationships.
- I once heard that in a dating relationship you should only go as far with each other as you would feel comfortable going in front of your parents. For some people, it's different than others. Some parents just wouldn't care if their kids made out in front of them. Some parents don't even want their kid in a dating relationship. I know it sounds extreme, and it doesn't really work if you're married, but it gives you an idea.
- Remember: There are two reasons to be in a relationship--to get married or to break up. If your reason is to break up, you're not ready to be in a relationship.
- Talk to God about the whole thing and follow what he says. WAY easier said than done. If it was easy to do, I wouldn't have four ex-boyfriends.
- If you can't be yourself around them, you don't need to be in a relationship with them.
- Ask your friends for advice, and take this advice.
- Learn from your mistakes and other people's mistakes.
- I had another one, but I can't remember it :/
~Katie :)
Monday, December 8, 2014
Just a Musing
Every single day at school, he tries to be more like them. More of a jerk, less of himself. He's jealous and mad at some others, simply because they are different and are themselves the entire day. Someone, he seems to think that by being more like the people who torment him, they'll like him better. But it's never going to happen. They don't care about him. They're immature and if that's themselves, they're rather shallow. He can't seem to see it though. He continues to think that being like them will make them like him. But they seem to treat him with more contempt. And he still doesn't notice. Or he doesn't care. Something inside him drives him to pursue popularity and favor. But honestly, if he would just be himself, he would have more friends. At least more true friends. Fewer friends that everyday ask, "You know we're friends, right?" then say something insulting. If he thinks that that is what a friend is...I feel sorry for him.
Real friends don't do things like that. Real friends love you and care for you. They don't insult you every day. Why would he ever think that that's what a real friend was? Has he ever had a real friend? Just because someone is different doesn't mean that you can't be friends with them. It doesn't mean that you treat them poorly. If you don't want to be friends with them, fine...but that doesn't mean that you treat them like they're worth less than you. God made every person, and each person is worth the same in His eyes...so why do people view other people poorly, just because of differences?
So, because for some unknown reason, he can't be himself, he has to be different, he has to try to make himself worth liking...even if it means driving away his true friends. And that's something I don't understand.
~Katie
Real friends don't do things like that. Real friends love you and care for you. They don't insult you every day. Why would he ever think that that's what a real friend was? Has he ever had a real friend? Just because someone is different doesn't mean that you can't be friends with them. It doesn't mean that you treat them poorly. If you don't want to be friends with them, fine...but that doesn't mean that you treat them like they're worth less than you. God made every person, and each person is worth the same in His eyes...so why do people view other people poorly, just because of differences?
So, because for some unknown reason, he can't be himself, he has to be different, he has to try to make himself worth liking...even if it means driving away his true friends. And that's something I don't understand.
~Katie
Friday, November 14, 2014
Katie Likes to Rant
You think that God gets upset and hurt, maybe even mad at the people who dress slutty, the people who cut themselves, who sometimes kill themselves. Why would he get mad at them? Because, he made them. He very carefully formed them in the womb. The Bible says that he KNIT them in the womb. Now, I don't know much about knitting, but I know that crocheting is similar and I know some about that. You don't accidentally crochet something. You decide what you want to crochet. You carefully pick the colors you think are prettiest. You also pick a pattern. When God knits/crochets someone, he picks the pattern. The pattern says what your personality will be. It says whether you're gonna be outgoing or shy. When He decides what he's going to crochet, he decides what you're gonna look like, whether you're gonna be a guy or girl. And the colors? They determine your eye color, your hair color, your skin color. He never makes a mistake when he does this, because He's God, he can't make mistakes. Sometimes he chooses to make some people more special than others. He chooses some people to show others that people can be extremely different and still be awesome. He does this very, very carefully.
Now, when someone, a human, crochets or knits something, or makes something out of anything, they want it to stay pretty. They don't want it to fall into a mud puddle, or get run over by a train. So, obviously, God, the master crafter, wouldn't want his beautiful crocheted creations to get dirty or ruined. Yet there they go dirtying themselves, ruining themselves. Degrading themselves, making themselves out to be worth nothing. Of course he would be upset.
But, also, like any other crafter knows, people don't always like what you make. Sometimes they throw what you make away. Or they rip it up. Or burn it. And that, that hurts you worse. So think about how God feels, when other people look at the people HE made, and make fun of them, hurt them...make them feel like cutting, or killing themselves. How do you think God feels when other people, people he made, ignore other people he made, to make them beg for attention by dressing slutty or acting up? I bet he hates that. I can't speak for God, for one very special reason...I'm not God...but I think that he probably hates it worse when people he made, make fun of other people he made, and makes them want to die. Makes them feel like nothing.
Now, I'm not saying that people aren't to blame for their own actions....I'm just saying that it's wrong to look at people and say that they're wrong because of this, or God hates them because of that... They never once think that they're talking about another person that GOD made very carefully. Carefully just like them. Take Miley Cyrus for example. She dances nearly naked.... But God still made her very carefully. Is she making God happy? No. But neither is anyone else when they're sitting there saying things like, "Wow, they're an idiot. They're a failure." I have a classmate that I heard say, within the past two weeks, "Wow, I wish Miley Cyrus would just overdose already!" Wow. No, I'm not saying that I've always been completely innocent of that. I haven't. And I'm also not saying that people doing things like that are making God very happy...but people who talk smack about them because of what they're doing aren't making God very happy either.
~Katie >.<
Now, when someone, a human, crochets or knits something, or makes something out of anything, they want it to stay pretty. They don't want it to fall into a mud puddle, or get run over by a train. So, obviously, God, the master crafter, wouldn't want his beautiful crocheted creations to get dirty or ruined. Yet there they go dirtying themselves, ruining themselves. Degrading themselves, making themselves out to be worth nothing. Of course he would be upset.
But, also, like any other crafter knows, people don't always like what you make. Sometimes they throw what you make away. Or they rip it up. Or burn it. And that, that hurts you worse. So think about how God feels, when other people look at the people HE made, and make fun of them, hurt them...make them feel like cutting, or killing themselves. How do you think God feels when other people, people he made, ignore other people he made, to make them beg for attention by dressing slutty or acting up? I bet he hates that. I can't speak for God, for one very special reason...I'm not God...but I think that he probably hates it worse when people he made, make fun of other people he made, and makes them want to die. Makes them feel like nothing.
Now, I'm not saying that people aren't to blame for their own actions....I'm just saying that it's wrong to look at people and say that they're wrong because of this, or God hates them because of that... They never once think that they're talking about another person that GOD made very carefully. Carefully just like them. Take Miley Cyrus for example. She dances nearly naked.... But God still made her very carefully. Is she making God happy? No. But neither is anyone else when they're sitting there saying things like, "Wow, they're an idiot. They're a failure." I have a classmate that I heard say, within the past two weeks, "Wow, I wish Miley Cyrus would just overdose already!" Wow. No, I'm not saying that I've always been completely innocent of that. I haven't. And I'm also not saying that people doing things like that are making God very happy...but people who talk smack about them because of what they're doing aren't making God very happy either.
~Katie >.<
Monday, August 18, 2014
Welcome Back to the Torture Asylum
Hmm, it's not like I've neglected to make blog posts in...half of forever or anything, is it?! Uh...oh wait...yeah it is....oopsiez.... I think I got all distracted with my journal and camp and school.... School started today. We have a new English teacher and if she's as nice as she seemed today, I'm gonna like her. She seems to want us to talk...which is kind of cool.
I also need to brush my teeth and organize my room and read some more books and go to bed at a semi reasonable time and wake up at an extremely unreasonable time to go to a fairly unreasonable place where I have to/get to be around not exactly reasonable humans that make me want to be not so reasonable because of their very not reasonable actions such as talking through choir and royally annoying me.
However...um...I forgot what I was gonna say.
Uh, well, I guess I was gonna say that if my Chemistry book stays as interesting as it was today I'll like it. My first day of Torture Asylum wasn't horrendous.
~Katie :)
I also need to brush my teeth and organize my room and read some more books and go to bed at a semi reasonable time and wake up at an extremely unreasonable time to go to a fairly unreasonable place where I have to/get to be around not exactly reasonable humans that make me want to be not so reasonable because of their very not reasonable actions such as talking through choir and royally annoying me.
However...um...I forgot what I was gonna say.
Uh, well, I guess I was gonna say that if my Chemistry book stays as interesting as it was today I'll like it. My first day of Torture Asylum wasn't horrendous.
~Katie :)
Sunday, July 6, 2014
I Have a Radio Show!!!
I have a radio show! Click below to listen.
If You're a Nut You Must Listen Radio Show
Thank you!!!
~Katie :)
If You're a Nut You Must Listen Radio Show
Thank you!!!
~Katie :)
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Donny's Rants: SOME ANNOUNCEMENTS AND AN UNINTENTIONAL RANT!!!!
Donny's Rants: SOME ANNOUNCEMENTS AND AN UNINTENTIONAL RANT!!!!: IF YOU JUST CAME FOR THE ANNOUNCEMENTS, THEY'RE IN THE LAST FULL PARAGRAPH RIGHT BEFORE I SIGN OFF, THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU CAM...
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Story Time!
Short story that I just finished:
I stood face to face with 'it.' It was not me. It couldn't be me! I was standing right here! In front of...it. It looked at shocked as me.
"Who are you?" It asked.
"Katie." I heard my voice rise and crack. "Who are you?"
"K-Katie...." Its voice was identical to mine.
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen...." It looked me up and down. "How old are YOU?"
"Sixteen." So it wasn't me. Well...it was...but it wasn't. I looked it up and down from the very top of its head, which was he same copper shade as mine, to its feet, which, as usual, were bare. It was wearing the shirt I got on top of Pike's Peak that boasted, 'It's illegal to get this high in most states!" Her blue eyes and slightly flushed face made me feel like I was looking in a mirror and I wondered if it felt the same.
Finally, it spoke again. "Are you me?"
"I don't know...are you me?"
"I don't know. Do you like cats?"
"Yeah. Do you?"
"Yeah...."
"Do you know what the word 'acrophobia' means?"
"Yeah...it's a morbid fear of heights."
We stood there, staring at each other. Neither one of us knowing what to say or do. Would this change anything in the fabric of time? Us meeting like this? Finally, I cleared my throat,
"So, were you homeschooled 'til the start of your Freshman year of highschool?"
Her face lit up like mine had done when I was in her place. "Yes! But don't ask which I prefer, because I like both or them and I don't think I could chose between them."
"I know. I think I'm you. And it's weird."
"It IS weird." She shivered. "So, you know where you are, right? If you're...you know...from the future."
"I'm at Indy camp, right?" Indy camp was a general church camp that people and families of all shapes and sizes attended once a year. I'd been going since before I was born.
She nodded. "Right after my first year at Indy Bible School."
"So....how long has camp been going on?"
"Just started. You've been through this before...anything I should know?"
"You mean about camp?"
"Or in general over the year...."
"Well, concerning camp, be prepared to run and pound on a camper door; it might save a life. And when one of your younger friends says something that sounds strange; listen to them. But don't worry, there's fun to be had as well." I wiggled my eyebrows mysteriously.
She laughed. "How did you get here?"
I shrugged. "Beats me! But it's kind of cool seeing my past self."
"It's kind of cool seeing my future self!"
We laughed together. When the laughter had subsided, she looked at me with a look of worried concern. "What about my mom...and her boyfriend?"
Of course...I should have expected that. "Well...."
"He's not her boyfriend anymore, is he?"
I shook my head. "But, he gave you his hat and a ton of sharp objects, knives, a hatchet, a double headed axe...."
"Yeah....but we moved again, didn't we?"
I nodded.
"Do I like it?"
"You mostly stay in your room."
"What's my room like?"
I started grinning, "You tell me."
She grinned in return. "Well, the walls are probably blue or green...bookshelves...my desk...my bunkbed/loft thingy...and I'm sure there's tons of stuff on the walls!"
All I did was smile. She was very, very accurate. But not completely. Of course, she didn't need to know that.
"Do you have any words of wisdom for me?"
"Wisdom? Me?!"
"Oh come on, we both know you're wiser than you act!"
I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Maybe we feel like it sometimes...but honestly, Past Me, we really aren't all that wise or smart."
She sighed, "But we can pretend, can't we?"
"Sure, why not!" I laughed.
"Well, do you? In as little wisdom as you have, do you have any for me?"
I thought long and hard. "Remember to look for the good in others...like for example, two people in your class...."
Her lip curled up. "Are you talking about...?"
I laughed. "Yes. They're not all that bad though. Remember your field trip? The rope swing? The way they were the only people in your class to push you? I mean, yeah, your class is small...but still...."
She gave me a lopsided smile. "I should say thanks sometime."
"You do eventually."
"More wisdom?"
"Um...Stay strong. DON'T DATE. Read your Bible. Don't give up on God. Do crazy stuff. Keep your knives sharp, listen to--"
"Knives? Do I kill someone?"
"No, but it's a good idea to keep your knives sharp."
She laughed. "Niiiice."
"Do you have anything you want me to always remember?"
She thought for a moment, then nodded. "Always remember the way you and Kayden always hung out and sword fought. And never forget Zena. Always remember what Corgan and Travis did for you. And of course never forget how Gavyn practically rescued you from a creep at the end of the school year."
My brow furrowed as I had a sudden thought. "Do you think this is a dream?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we're bother here randomly...And I have no idea how I'm here."
"Ugh, I hate stories where it was all a dream!"
"Oh me too!"
"It's just one of those--We're the same person, Katie, of course you hate it too! DUH!"
We laughed together
"But what if it is a dream?" I asked again. "Who would wake up? You or me?"
"Or both of us?"
"Oh dear...this is starting to seem like an episode of Doctor Who."
"An episode of what?"
"Doctor Who. You'll understand it all in December. One more word of 'wisdom.' Make the most of your life. You know, actually WRITE something. in a NOTEBOOK."
"As you wish." She curtsied. "Katie."
"Yeah?"
Her face went blank and she called out again, "Katie."
"I'm here!"
"Katie." Her voice sounded far away.
Even though my eyes were open, I felt them open. I blinked twice and there was my mom.
"Katie, it's time to get up!"
I stared at her stupidly for a moment before blurting, "Seriously, Mom? I was having a great heart to heart with myself!" Then despite having just woken up, I fell back to sleep.
The End.
I stood face to face with 'it.' It was not me. It couldn't be me! I was standing right here! In front of...it. It looked at shocked as me.
"Who are you?" It asked.
"Katie." I heard my voice rise and crack. "Who are you?"
"K-Katie...." Its voice was identical to mine.
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen...." It looked me up and down. "How old are YOU?"
"Sixteen." So it wasn't me. Well...it was...but it wasn't. I looked it up and down from the very top of its head, which was he same copper shade as mine, to its feet, which, as usual, were bare. It was wearing the shirt I got on top of Pike's Peak that boasted, 'It's illegal to get this high in most states!" Her blue eyes and slightly flushed face made me feel like I was looking in a mirror and I wondered if it felt the same.
Finally, it spoke again. "Are you me?"
"I don't know...are you me?"
"I don't know. Do you like cats?"
"Yeah. Do you?"
"Yeah...."
"Do you know what the word 'acrophobia' means?"
"Yeah...it's a morbid fear of heights."
We stood there, staring at each other. Neither one of us knowing what to say or do. Would this change anything in the fabric of time? Us meeting like this? Finally, I cleared my throat,
"So, were you homeschooled 'til the start of your Freshman year of highschool?"
Her face lit up like mine had done when I was in her place. "Yes! But don't ask which I prefer, because I like both or them and I don't think I could chose between them."
"I know. I think I'm you. And it's weird."
"It IS weird." She shivered. "So, you know where you are, right? If you're...you know...from the future."
"I'm at Indy camp, right?" Indy camp was a general church camp that people and families of all shapes and sizes attended once a year. I'd been going since before I was born.
She nodded. "Right after my first year at Indy Bible School."
"So....how long has camp been going on?"
"Just started. You've been through this before...anything I should know?"
"You mean about camp?"
"Or in general over the year...."
"Well, concerning camp, be prepared to run and pound on a camper door; it might save a life. And when one of your younger friends says something that sounds strange; listen to them. But don't worry, there's fun to be had as well." I wiggled my eyebrows mysteriously.
She laughed. "How did you get here?"
I shrugged. "Beats me! But it's kind of cool seeing my past self."
"It's kind of cool seeing my future self!"
We laughed together. When the laughter had subsided, she looked at me with a look of worried concern. "What about my mom...and her boyfriend?"
Of course...I should have expected that. "Well...."
"He's not her boyfriend anymore, is he?"
I shook my head. "But, he gave you his hat and a ton of sharp objects, knives, a hatchet, a double headed axe...."
"Yeah....but we moved again, didn't we?"
I nodded.
"Do I like it?"
"You mostly stay in your room."
"What's my room like?"
I started grinning, "You tell me."
She grinned in return. "Well, the walls are probably blue or green...bookshelves...my desk...my bunkbed/loft thingy...and I'm sure there's tons of stuff on the walls!"
All I did was smile. She was very, very accurate. But not completely. Of course, she didn't need to know that.
"Do you have any words of wisdom for me?"
"Wisdom? Me?!"
"Oh come on, we both know you're wiser than you act!"
I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Maybe we feel like it sometimes...but honestly, Past Me, we really aren't all that wise or smart."
She sighed, "But we can pretend, can't we?"
"Sure, why not!" I laughed.
"Well, do you? In as little wisdom as you have, do you have any for me?"
I thought long and hard. "Remember to look for the good in others...like for example, two people in your class...."
Her lip curled up. "Are you talking about...?"
I laughed. "Yes. They're not all that bad though. Remember your field trip? The rope swing? The way they were the only people in your class to push you? I mean, yeah, your class is small...but still...."
She gave me a lopsided smile. "I should say thanks sometime."
"You do eventually."
"More wisdom?"
"Um...Stay strong. DON'T DATE. Read your Bible. Don't give up on God. Do crazy stuff. Keep your knives sharp, listen to--"
"Knives? Do I kill someone?"
"No, but it's a good idea to keep your knives sharp."
She laughed. "Niiiice."
"Do you have anything you want me to always remember?"
She thought for a moment, then nodded. "Always remember the way you and Kayden always hung out and sword fought. And never forget Zena. Always remember what Corgan and Travis did for you. And of course never forget how Gavyn practically rescued you from a creep at the end of the school year."
My brow furrowed as I had a sudden thought. "Do you think this is a dream?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we're bother here randomly...And I have no idea how I'm here."
"Ugh, I hate stories where it was all a dream!"
"Oh me too!"
"It's just one of those--We're the same person, Katie, of course you hate it too! DUH!"
We laughed together
"But what if it is a dream?" I asked again. "Who would wake up? You or me?"
"Or both of us?"
"Oh dear...this is starting to seem like an episode of Doctor Who."
"An episode of what?"
"Doctor Who. You'll understand it all in December. One more word of 'wisdom.' Make the most of your life. You know, actually WRITE something. in a NOTEBOOK."
"As you wish." She curtsied. "Katie."
"Yeah?"
Her face went blank and she called out again, "Katie."
"I'm here!"
"Katie." Her voice sounded far away.
Even though my eyes were open, I felt them open. I blinked twice and there was my mom.
"Katie, it's time to get up!"
I stared at her stupidly for a moment before blurting, "Seriously, Mom? I was having a great heart to heart with myself!" Then despite having just woken up, I fell back to sleep.
The End.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Pros and Cons between Journals and Blogs
Once, a long long time ago, I did a thing about the Pros and Cons with Homeschooling and Brick and Mortar Schooling.
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Well, I've decided to make something similar for Journals and Blogs! Yay! Let's get to it!
Journal
Pros:
Pros:
Yes? Oh? Well...I gotta go. Katie has WORK in the morning. Well, not morning. Not 'til 1:30...but Katie has other things she'll be doing in the way too early hours of morning.... Grr. Well, again, I gotta go. Bye.
~Katie :)
Click Here to View it.
Well, I've decided to make something similar for Journals and Blogs! Yay! Let's get to it!
Journal
Pros:
- You can put all your dark secrets in there. Secrets you don't want people to know.
- You don't have to worry about making your writing legible for everyone else.
- You write for you and you alone. No worries about any mispellings or grammar errors. It's just for you.
- If anyone gets a hold of your journal and you do have secrets in it...well...you're dead meat.
- You only have so much room. Both in the journal and room to put all the journals you're going to be filling up.
- Journals cost money and a lot of the time, unless you use plain notebooks, it takes more money than most people want to spend :/
Pros:
- You get to show pictures, thoughts and ideas to the WORLD with just the time it takes to type up stuff and click the publish button.
- For many people, it's faster and neater to type, rather than to write, so even if you were showing your journal to others, they would be sure to know what you had written, instead of trying to decipher your bad handwriting. No, I'm not talking about anyone in particular, it's just that some people have bad handwriting and I think I'll leave this point now....
- You don't need a light on to write on the blog, because you write on the blog on a computer or other lighted device.
- Once it's out there...it's out there. No getting it back. You didn't want anyone to know about it? Well, it's too late now.
- You have to have internet connection.
- You have to have a computer or other electronic device in order to make a blog post.
Yes? Oh? Well...I gotta go. Katie has WORK in the morning. Well, not morning. Not 'til 1:30...but Katie has other things she'll be doing in the way too early hours of morning.... Grr. Well, again, I gotta go. Bye.
~Katie :)
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