I just have to say that I love this time of year. It is true that is is not snowing . . . yet. I'm sort of bummed out about it, but my parents are coming to get me later this week, and I don't want them driving in the snow. Anyway, a lot has happened with writing this year.
I started a new writing regime that did wonders. It was awesome! I wrote a total of six books this year! Talk about hardcore. I recently finished my eighth book this year and it was my first sequel. I was hoping to finish off the trilogy this year and write a Christmas story for this season, but alas, college had other ideas.
My plan is to get home and help my parents move into a new house and then set up writing central. I really want to write a Christmas story this year, an idea for which has been keeping me up at nights. Next year, I am hoping that the emotions that come with the new year will help me keep my schedule of writing every day. The problem with this past year was that it was a bunch of firsts. It was difficult for me to get anything done if I didn't have a straight schedule.
True, college is keeping life crazy, but now that I know more of how that life will go, I believe that it will be much easier for me to keep up with a deadline.
So, in other news, I am a very strong member of the Traditional Publishing party. . . . . you know the elections are coming up, so I thought I would try and be funny and patriotic at the same time. I guess it didn't work . . . anyway.
I believe that traditional publishing is the way to go. Ally Carter author of the New York Times Bestselling Gallagher Girls and Heist Society series says that it is the difference with being a professional baseball player and someone who makes their own uniform to look professional. I happen to agree. However, I recently read about a woman names Amanda Hockings. She started to self-publish her novels as ebooks. She has sold over 1,000,000 copies of her books and recently her newest series has been through a bidding war where the rumored payout was over $2,000,000.
Take THAT traditional publishing.
The point is that in the end, it is up to you as the writer which route you want to go. Keep in mind that with traditional publishing you give up the rights to your book (read: baby), must do your own promoting, and simply write. But also remember that in self-publishing, everything is on your shoulders. You must create a cover that would attract others and convince them to read the book in the first place. You are responsible for editing the book into perfection. They both have pros and cons.
My suggestion? Try traditional publishing. If agents aren't chomping at the bait, then maybe after a few years of real experience with traditional publishing it might be safe to do it al on your own. Your choice.
I just know that I want to give my books the best . I want to edit them the best and do all in my power to see that they get the proper treatment they deserve.
Have a great day!
Bex
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
NaNoWriMo
At an average of 5,000 words a day, a writer can finish a 50,000 word novel in 10 days. Oh, yeah, I got this. :)
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
NaNoWriMo, you are going DOWN!!!
Dear NaNoWriMo,
How are you doing? I haven't seen you for an entire year. You know a lot of people are really scared of you, but I don't know why. In reality, you are not real. . . Let me rephrase that. You are real because people know and acknowledge that you exist, but you are not living nor breathing.
Instead, you are a contest. You convince people that writing a 50,000 word book in a month is possible, and I applaud you for that. It is good that people can realize that the book inside of them is only a few (OK a lot of) keystrokes away. It is not easy to write a book. Nobody would contest that, but it is possible.
Yes, it is draining and hard to have that kind of discipline everyday to write. But in the end it is so worth it. But now, I will brag just a little.
When I write a book, and I mean really write, I will write 5,000 words a day. Do the math. I write a 50,000 word novel in 10 days. Not weeks or months, days. :) I know, I'm cool. (OK, that was really self-righteous, but I'm just in that kind of mood)
I love writing so much that it should be illegal. This is what I want to do with my life, and I look forward to doing just that. So, NaNoWriMo, I could complete your quest in my sleep, and that is probably what will happen. See you in five days.
Bex
How are you doing? I haven't seen you for an entire year. You know a lot of people are really scared of you, but I don't know why. In reality, you are not real. . . Let me rephrase that. You are real because people know and acknowledge that you exist, but you are not living nor breathing.
Instead, you are a contest. You convince people that writing a 50,000 word book in a month is possible, and I applaud you for that. It is good that people can realize that the book inside of them is only a few (OK a lot of) keystrokes away. It is not easy to write a book. Nobody would contest that, but it is possible.
Yes, it is draining and hard to have that kind of discipline everyday to write. But in the end it is so worth it. But now, I will brag just a little.
When I write a book, and I mean really write, I will write 5,000 words a day. Do the math. I write a 50,000 word novel in 10 days. Not weeks or months, days. :) I know, I'm cool. (OK, that was really self-righteous, but I'm just in that kind of mood)
I love writing so much that it should be illegal. This is what I want to do with my life, and I look forward to doing just that. So, NaNoWriMo, I could complete your quest in my sleep, and that is probably what will happen. See you in five days.
Bex
Friday, October 14, 2011
Writing, Writing, and Writing
So, I've realized, that if I'm going to do this Teen Writing business right, I can technically only to it for one more year. :( But who's going to stop me?? Ha! Anyway, I guess I could still be a 'teen' writer by simply because I write YA. Yeah, we will go with that. Anyway, I have begun writing again and am grateful by how much fun I have while doing it. I'm writing the second in a series right now, and there will be four. Hopefully, I will finish them all by the end of this year. Then I have a Christmas story I came up with while it was snowing, and am really excited to write it. :) all for now!
Bex
Bex
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Gagging Reflex
I have come to realize in my teen years that I have an acute gag reflex. I have a dog: Rosie, and she is the cutest little thing in the entire world. However when she has stomach problems which result in throw up or diarrhea, I have major problems. I've found that if I do it quickly and don't breath then it goes by much easier. But I still feel like I am fighting the urge to throw up every two seconds,
Now having said that, I took a Forensic Science class in High School and we had to do 'autopsy' on a piglet. That did not bother me one little bit. I found that ability quite amazing and was not used to it at all. There was blood that had been doormat for some time that leaked out of the pig, but did that bother me? No.
But for the past few months I realized that I have strong gag reflex when I do something else, something I do twice a day without fail. Brush my teeth.
Ok, that might sound strange, but it's true. I found out a year ago or so that bad breath comes from bacteria on the tongue. It wasn't as if before finding out this vital piece of information that I never brushed my tongue, but it was exactly on my top priorities, but now I brush it with a fever that frightens me. Anyway, no matter how hard I try, whenever I brush my tongue, I will, without fail, start gagging like I am about to throw up like there is no tomorrow. Oh well, I suppose that it is an OK side effect if my breath doesn't stink.
I think it will be OK as long as my friends don't think I am having seizures while in the bathroom. That would be plain embarrassing.
Have a great weekend!
Bex
Now having said that, I took a Forensic Science class in High School and we had to do 'autopsy' on a piglet. That did not bother me one little bit. I found that ability quite amazing and was not used to it at all. There was blood that had been doormat for some time that leaked out of the pig, but did that bother me? No.
But for the past few months I realized that I have strong gag reflex when I do something else, something I do twice a day without fail. Brush my teeth.
Ok, that might sound strange, but it's true. I found out a year ago or so that bad breath comes from bacteria on the tongue. It wasn't as if before finding out this vital piece of information that I never brushed my tongue, but it was exactly on my top priorities, but now I brush it with a fever that frightens me. Anyway, no matter how hard I try, whenever I brush my tongue, I will, without fail, start gagging like I am about to throw up like there is no tomorrow. Oh well, I suppose that it is an OK side effect if my breath doesn't stink.
I think it will be OK as long as my friends don't think I am having seizures while in the bathroom. That would be plain embarrassing.
Have a great weekend!
Bex
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Life
Sometimes you just have to accept the fact that certain things are not going to happen.
Sometimes that is when you realize you will never be a Professional Basketball player or never be as good as Michael Phelps. Maybe it's when you realize you will never be quite as skinny (or buff, for my male readers) or pretty (or studdly(SC?)) as your friend. But once you do accept it as a fact of life, I think you will find that you can be so much happier with yourself.
When you realize that you are not perfect, it seems as if the world is a much better and peaceful place.
For about three months, I had a schedule down for when I would write. I got up at 4:00 A.M. every morning, got ready for school for a half hour, then wrote for an hour and a half (Usually finishing a chapter) before I went to a youth group morning bible study. After I got back from school, I sat at my computer and proceeded to type out another chapter. I wrote at least 5,000 words a day, no questions asked. I wrote a new YA book every 3 weeks. Not years or months, but weeks.
It was an amazing feeling. My first book had taken 9 months to complete. My second (a short story) took a month and the third took 7 months.
Books 4-7 took three weeks each.
But then, while I was still on a schedule to write book six, I got the inspiration to write what became book seven. The only problem was that I pushed out two books in three weeks. Big mistake.
I felt exhausted for writing two books in the time I normally did one. I stopped writing altogether. I told myself that i would start again the next week and then the next. Weeks turned into months and I still didn't write (at least not more than a few paragraphs). My Muse had disapeared. It was early this morning that I realized exaclty why.
My schedule had pulled so much writing out of me that I forgot that sometimes, it isn't the right time. For whatever reason, I also forgot that as a writer, I am not a machine. As Neil Gaiman said,
"And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it." (This quote is hanging over my laptop.)
I knew that life happens, but I forgot that sometimes, when something upsets you it's easy to get discouraged in all areas of your life. The art of being a writer is to continue writing no matter what, even if you have a few months where you just can't write what you want to.
I'm not saying you have to fart out half of your novel a week (First: That's disgusting, Second: If you do manage to fart it out, I have a few people I would like you to see. . .), but you should write everyday if you want to be a writer. It doesn't even have to be a part of your book. It could be in a journal or a blog. Just something to keep your brain active, moving, and working.
Do I think my schedule worked for me? Oh Yeah! It was great, and had me thinking and writing more than I ever had. Will it work for everyone? No. Should you try it? Maybe.
I just happened to have found the system that seems to work for me. However, I need to also remember and understand that I can't work myself too hard. I need to find more of a balance.
If I have an idea strike me, I will need to decide if I want to put it on the back burner for later or move my current project to the back of my mind.
And, I have to always remember that no matter what I decide, it will be OK. yeah, I might have to reschedule something, change things up a bit, but that's OK. Change is a part of life, and I have to go with it.
And so do you. . . no matter is it's for writing or school, or any other aspect of your life. It's OK. Even if you can't seem to get any words out, just let your imagination flow. It will come back because you are a writer and . . . well, writers write.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Excited. . . all for nothing!!
Twitter? Yeah, I like it. It's fun to see people squeeze their lives into 140 characters. It allows us to come up with acronyms like ISADMTAHTBANO (I Sneezed And Dropped My Taco, And Had To Buy A New One). I kid you not.
Anyway, it is fun because I get to follow some of my favorite authors and see what is going on in their life. For instance, Ally Carter is currently weighing the pros and cons of building a pool. Will she build one? Most likely.
Then, there is of course the matter of followers. It's strange to say the least. It's not quite like having friends on Facebook. These people on Twitter follow you because they want to see what you have to say about your dog eating rat poison, or your book case suddenly dying and you have to find a safe refuge for your books.
It goes to show that while we may think our lives are boring, people enjoy hearing the small things. When I read about a published author having problems that seem similar to me it makes me realize that they are indeed human just like myself.
In the spirit of Twitter, I looked today to see that I had a following request from what I believed was Laini Taylor. I was rather excited. To think that Laini Taylor wanted to follow me!!! Then I realized it was the twitter for the official release of her book. Not quite as cool as Ms. Taylor herself, but hey, still pretty cool.
Onto other news, I discovered this morning that I enjoy walking on my treadmill as long as I have a book in my hands! That book happens to be my NOOK! And boy am I happy! All for now!
Bex
Friday, August 12, 2011
Yes, I am alive!
Good Morning World!!
The blog has been quiet for several reasons.
1. I was in Yellowstone (read majorly long road trip) and had no internet service. As much as I love the internet, it was great to have a week long trip where I didn't have to answer emails. I do have a few pictures which should totally be featured in National Geographic (not that I'm biased or anything) but in order for me to post them, I would have to save them to my laptop, and that would take effort. . . .
2. My dog had a stroke. Or at least, we were pretty sure she had. She was upstairs when she collapsed. It was very scary. We got her downstairs and outside where she proceeded to throw up. When she was done, she began to walk around like a drunk sailor, except for the fact that she is a dog. Anyway, when we got her to calm down, I noticed that her eyes were moving back and forth rapidly. I looked up her symptoms and decided that she has a disease that basically screws up an animal's inner ear. This leads to a motion sickness feeling which would explain the throwing up. Luckily, she went to sleep and when she woke up, she was completely normal. Her eyes were able to focus and she was jumping around like a puppy despite being an old lady!
3. I have been trying to write again. It is always hard to go on a vacation without any schedule to follow and suddenly come back home and try to do your normal things. Yeah, so my whole getting up early in the morning is not working out so well lately. But, it will get better! I promise.
4. I love reading, this is no secret! I bought something that will allow me to carry thousands of books at a time. No, it's not a Kindle, it's something much better! The All New NOOK!! I love it with a passion I didn't believe was possible. The reason I love it better than the Kindle (my friend has a Kindle, so I feel I am justified in making this argument!) is that it has a touch screen rather than a button. There are four buttons on either side that allow your to 'turn' the page and that is enough for me. I have read quite a few books already. It is just so much easier to carry this NOOK around than a book.
So that is why there haven't been any real blog posts. So instead of trying to make those up, I will give you something better. If you would like a new fantasy book to read, please pick up the Heir Series by Cinda Williams Chima. The series is amazing and kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. Talk about the magical guilds! There are great characters as well as a plot that just won't stop!
I do believe that is it for now. I hope you have a great weekend, I know I will. Writing, here I come!!
Bexie
Monday, August 1, 2011
I'm Back World!
OK, so I haven't posted for a while because I haven't been anywhere a computer with internet source. Yeah, that's right, I was on a road trip. I will post pictures, if I think about it, soon. I don't have much to write about, hopefully sooner than later.
I am very far behind with my work in progress, but hopefully it will work itself out sooner than later.
All for now, have a great day while I spend it working.
Bex
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Where I talk a bit and then send you somewhere else.
Ouch.
That is all I have to say. I entered a little 'contest' thing (but it's not really a contest because there is no real prize unless an agent likes your work and asks for more info and such (which would totally be considered a prize by me!)) where I put the first 250 words of a novel I have recently written and waited for critique. And boy did I get it! It hurt, it felt harsh, but you know what? I have read so many blogs of authors I love and they all say the same thing. If you can move past the hurt, and take the critique into consideration, it can really help your writing. Yeah, as I said, it hurt, but I was prepared for that. I knew people wouldn't like it. Did I have false hope that everybody would ask me why I wasn't yet published? Oh yeah, but what new writer doesn't. Instead, this has given me a much needed reality check and advice on how to write things from now on. I can genuinely say that I appreciated the harshness of the critique. I will admit that the people who added they liked the character and 'good luck' to the ends of their comments are now officially my favorite!
And now I will send you somewhere else. I love reading author's blogs. I have a select few I check everyday because I love hear (uh reading) what they have to say. Some of them, I haven't even read their books, but I really really want to soon! So here we go. Go see the amazingly funny and amazing advice giver Veronica Roth! She has amazing advice!
Have a great day. I know I will.
and now I'm back to writing!
Bex Rosie
Monday, July 4, 2011
Happy Freedom Day!
Good Morning
"Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
I am writing this one the most historical day for our nation. In case you can't read the date listed above, it is July 4th. I have already expressed how much love I have for my country. It is just an amazing place. We are free here. We have the right to worship in whatever way we choose. we may say what we want to say, think what we want to think. I can not imagine a better place to live.
There are many people in our country that complain about how things are run. I must admit that there are many things with our government with which I do not agree, however, I am amazed time and time again that I have the right to disagree. I think that so many people today do not realize that the government they complain about is the same one that gives them the freedom to do so.
Tomorrow will be a great day. I am hoping to do some shopping with my friends, watch a few movies, have an amazing lunch/dinner, and watch fireworks from my front yard. When I watch the fireworks, I can't help but think of our National Anthem.
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"
". . . the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air," I just love it. It makes be think of the fireworks that light the night sky.
How grateful I am for those men and women who fight and die for my freedom. They work so hard, many giving their lives so that I can live freely. I would like to publicly thank the military men and women. You are angels here on earth. May God continue to bless you and your families.
I hope you all have a great holiday. Spend some time with your family. Have a great barbecue, and have fun! God bless America!
Bex
Friday, July 1, 2011
Summer = Catching up on everything. Including my teeth.
Hello,
So, let me just start out by saying, I hate going to the dentist. I really do. I don't like it when metal things go into my mouth to prod around in there. It is very uncomfortable. Especially when the lady who is cleaning your teeth is nice, but a little rough. my mouth is so sore it's not funny.
But on another note, when I walked into the office, I signed in and then sat down in one of their chairs. From the dark abyss that lay before me, I could hear the machines whizzing, and I'm pretty sure I hear a cry for help.
while I was sitting there, a man was finishing up his trip to the dentist, and he was making small talk with the receptionist. Their farewell went as follows:
Receptionist: Good by Hank! See you next time.
Hank: Thanks Molly, hey, have you been shooting lately?
Molly: No, I still have two dead ones in my freezer.
Molly and Hank shoot what? I have no idea, but it was so not what I wanted to hear while waiting to have judgement passed on me.
Now, I am going to go and have a big bowl of sugary candy so as to make me feel better. I know, my dentist loves me.
Bex
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Summer = Movie Time!!
You know? I love books, I really do. In fact, I don't know where I would be without my own little books that sit onmy own little bookshelf in my own little room. At many times, books were all I had. I needed them. When I was supposed to be cleaning my room at a young age, I would read a book instead (In fact, I still do that. . . shhh don't tell my mom (but I think she pretty much already knows)).
So having said that, the fact that I love books, I would like to talk about another love. Movies. Seriously. While there is something about sitting down to read and imagine an amazing world, nothing can take away from sitting in front of a screen with a bowl of popcorn. It is pretty cool.
Again, I realize that many people do not like movies because they believe movies are taking out our ability to use our own imaginations. Do I agree? Sure. But only if someone is glued to the screen 24/7. That would be a really awkward phone call to the doctor, I'm just saying.
Sometimes, people need to take a break from one thing or another. That could be books, movies, extremely cute boys that a girl shouldn't even bother liking, etc. Breaks are good, healthy even.
So for a girl like me, who loves to read books, to watch a movie is a real treat. It's even better when it's in the movie theaters, and I'm surrounded by friends.
I was going to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie tonight, but my friend is getting her wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow, so we decidedto hold off. So instead of going to see a new movie, I decided to talk about my new favorite movie. You have probably all heard of it. If not, go watch it. NOW. That was an order.
Drumroll Please!
Taken from here
Taken from here
That's right. My new favorite movie is Tangled. I seriously love it all. I love how modern the language is in a medieval setting. I love the music, and I love the chameleon. Seriously, that little lizard made it for me. I love Flynn, or should I say Eugene. :) He is just amazing. I am in love. This is probably why I do not have any current love interest that is interested in me. I am too focused on Disney princes. Oh well. I suppose it's a teenager thing. So having said that. I think I will just go watch this amazing movie. I love it!!
have a great weekend!
Bex
Friday, June 24, 2011
Summer, Please go faster!
Hello my dear friends.
Despite the title, I am, so far, having a fantastic summer. However, that being said, I wish it could move faster. Why you might ask? Because exciting things are going to be happening in September. A new life to begin. I also think that I am hoping that if I can speed up the summer, I will be able to have the effects of my work out program without having to work out. OK, maybe that won't work out too well.
Anyway, so a few days ago, I was looking at some professional photographs which were very strange, I will admit, but they were thought provoking. One in particular was amazing, and within two seconds, I had a plot fully formed in my mind. I wrote it down, and can't stay away from it for long.
I love the feeling of falling in love with a new story to the point that I can't put it down. The next paragraph will be an excerpt from the very beginning, and I don't think very many people will understand what is going on, but then again, maybe they will, it is all up to their interpretation. One thing is for sure, it is a one of a kind.
I tried to bring it up to my parents you know, but they just brushed it off. They didn't want to hear it. It think they were afraid that I would be some sort of freak with my ideas. But I can't change what I am. But maybe I could, if I saw the right thing; it's not like it works that way anyway. Nobody can make something specific for me, and I can't do it myself. It has to be made independently of me and without my influence. It has to become true through my interpretation which can be very dangerous. I have turned an innocent flower into a hurricane. The last one was called Katrina. I stopped looking at things since that time, but somethings I slip up. It is hard. I am just drawn to them, and can't help it all all.
I hope you guys like it. I know I do! I hope you all have a great weekend, and just remember that when one door closes, a window is opened. At least, that is what I have to keep reminding myself.
Bex
Despite the title, I am, so far, having a fantastic summer. However, that being said, I wish it could move faster. Why you might ask? Because exciting things are going to be happening in September. A new life to begin. I also think that I am hoping that if I can speed up the summer, I will be able to have the effects of my work out program without having to work out. OK, maybe that won't work out too well.
Anyway, so a few days ago, I was looking at some professional photographs which were very strange, I will admit, but they were thought provoking. One in particular was amazing, and within two seconds, I had a plot fully formed in my mind. I wrote it down, and can't stay away from it for long.
I love the feeling of falling in love with a new story to the point that I can't put it down. The next paragraph will be an excerpt from the very beginning, and I don't think very many people will understand what is going on, but then again, maybe they will, it is all up to their interpretation. One thing is for sure, it is a one of a kind.
I tried to bring it up to my parents you know, but they just brushed it off. They didn't want to hear it. It think they were afraid that I would be some sort of freak with my ideas. But I can't change what I am. But maybe I could, if I saw the right thing; it's not like it works that way anyway. Nobody can make something specific for me, and I can't do it myself. It has to be made independently of me and without my influence. It has to become true through my interpretation which can be very dangerous. I have turned an innocent flower into a hurricane. The last one was called Katrina. I stopped looking at things since that time, but somethings I slip up. It is hard. I am just drawn to them, and can't help it all all.
I hope you guys like it. I know I do! I hope you all have a great weekend, and just remember that when one door closes, a window is opened. At least, that is what I have to keep reminding myself.
Bex
Friday, June 17, 2011
Fun Stuff!!
Hello!
So, I got my third job this week. I work on a Navy Base, and I had to have a security clearance check, which was amazing and made me feel like I was on a James Bond movie! I think I am this close to becoming a secret agent in the CIA. However, I didn't think it would be wise to tell the Technical Writer group that I am prepared to carry a gun (along with my pen and notebook. . . It would be sure to look menacing!).
Anyway, so I was pretty excited to get this job because it will hopefully have a bunch of writing involved (along with shredding because I am a summer intern (seriously, when I was introduced, practically everybody went running to get their boxes of papers waiting to be shreded) which is OK, because shredding gives me time to think and ponder,).
I have not been doing too much writing lately because I have hated getting up so early during my summer, but I think it will pick back up again. I just needed a break, and I think I have gotten it.
I think that is it for me! I will write later!!
Bex
So, I got my third job this week. I work on a Navy Base, and I had to have a security clearance check, which was amazing and made me feel like I was on a James Bond movie! I think I am this close to becoming a secret agent in the CIA. However, I didn't think it would be wise to tell the Technical Writer group that I am prepared to carry a gun (along with my pen and notebook. . . It would be sure to look menacing!).
Anyway, so I was pretty excited to get this job because it will hopefully have a bunch of writing involved (along with shredding because I am a summer intern (seriously, when I was introduced, practically everybody went running to get their boxes of papers waiting to be shreded) which is OK, because shredding gives me time to think and ponder,).
I have not been doing too much writing lately because I have hated getting up so early during my summer, but I think it will pick back up again. I just needed a break, and I think I have gotten it.
I think that is it for me! I will write later!!
Bex
Monday, June 13, 2011
Hello Summer, I am glad you could drop by!
Hello World,
Today is my first official day of Summer, and I am loving it (Sorry McDonald's, I couldn't help it,)!! I am supposed to start my job today, but I am waiting for my security clearance to check out. I will be working on a government base for the summer and as such, I will need the security to make sure that I am not a terrorist. Haha, me, a terrorist, it just brings a funny picture to my mind.
I am writing as much as ever. However, since I write a book every three weeks, it is tiring. For my last three weeks, I wrote two books. I will never ever ever do that again. Normally I can write a book in approximately eleven days, and I did that, but it was really hard to push myself so much. with the three week time period, it allowed me to take my time and then to recuperate and plan before the next three week period. since I didn't have that, I did not write much the first week of this newest three week period. but that is ok because I still have plenty of time.
I hope everyone is enjoying their June so far, I know I am. My fabulous Uncle bought me a laptop. He is seriously amazing. I got it five days later (I was waiting by the window everyday after school) and have used it everyday. I love it to death!
Anyway, I think that is it for now, so I will post later as my summer gets more and more exciting. Have a great day!
Bexie
P.S. I am sorry for the lack of capitalization in almost every sentence, I was too lazy to hit the shift key. . . Hey, it's summer, I can be lazy if I want to.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Catching Up
Hello
It always feels like I'm constantly trying to catch up with my blog. Sooner or later I will hopefully be having a more regular schedule and therefore be able to blog more often. I keep telling myself that I have a ton of followers they are just too afraid to comment because of how amazing I am.
I'm on to all of you.
So yesterday my parents were getting ready for church. My dad was still in his sweat pants from the night before. Suddenly, he started to dance around like a crazy person. My mom and I just stared at him not sure what to do exactly. The thing you have to understand about my dad is that he is very jumpy. Anyway, he shoved his hand up his shirt and pulled out the culprit 'bug' that was making him jump.
That's right, it was a sock. he he.
Next, I went to Prom about a week ago. I had a lot of fun, and it was a great way to end the school year. As a tradition, my date and I went to each others churches to show off how amazing we looked. We sat next to my parents and were having a grand old time.
We started to sing our traditional hymns when my dad's voice cracked pretty badly and he sounded like he was this age.
My date and my dad then had this conversation.
MD: Sir, you should join the tenors and leave the bass for the men.
Dad: I have gone through puberty. Just so you know.
MD: Of course Sir
Dad: Do you know how old I am? . . . Don't answer that.
We had a pretty good laugh over that.
So, today is Memorial Day. It is a day to remember those who have died for our country. However, today I would like to extend that to those who fight for our freedom today.
My grandfather did not die in battle, but he helped to liberate the Dachau concentration camp in Germany during WWI. And even though he is no longer here with us, I honor him and all of the other militar
It always feels like I'm constantly trying to catch up with my blog. Sooner or later I will hopefully be having a more regular schedule and therefore be able to blog more often. I keep telling myself that I have a ton of followers they are just too afraid to comment because of how amazing I am.
I'm on to all of you.
So yesterday my parents were getting ready for church. My dad was still in his sweat pants from the night before. Suddenly, he started to dance around like a crazy person. My mom and I just stared at him not sure what to do exactly. The thing you have to understand about my dad is that he is very jumpy. Anyway, he shoved his hand up his shirt and pulled out the culprit 'bug' that was making him jump.
That's right, it was a sock. he he.
Next, I went to Prom about a week ago. I had a lot of fun, and it was a great way to end the school year. As a tradition, my date and I went to each others churches to show off how amazing we looked. We sat next to my parents and were having a grand old time.
We started to sing our traditional hymns when my dad's voice cracked pretty badly and he sounded like he was this age.
My date and my dad then had this conversation.
MD: Sir, you should join the tenors and leave the bass for the men.
Dad: I have gone through puberty. Just so you know.
MD: Of course Sir
Dad: Do you know how old I am? . . . Don't answer that.
We had a pretty good laugh over that.
So, today is Memorial Day. It is a day to remember those who have died for our country. However, today I would like to extend that to those who fight for our freedom today.
My grandfather did not die in battle, but he helped to liberate the Dachau concentration camp in Germany during WWI. And even though he is no longer here with us, I honor him and all of the other militar
Friday, April 29, 2011
So. . . Summer is almost here!
Hello my dears!
So, I realized I haven't written anything in a while and I'm sorry about that. I guess I was still so heated about what my last post was talking about that I couldn't really concentrate on anything else. I knew that Summer was almost here and that would mean a whole two-three months without saying the pledge everyday with my peers. I'm sure many won't even notice, but I think I will.
On to new things. I love reading the blogs of my favorite writers and well of writers whose books I have yet to read but hope to soon. They offer such great advice. In fact it was advice I came across that got me to actually write my book. The writer, I'm sorry I don't remember who it was, had said to type this out and put it somewhere you can see it everyday. "Don't get it Right, get it Written." Wow, how true is that? I did just as she said, and I've written three full-length novels since then. I am working on a new one right now. I started writing it (this does not count the time I took to figure out what would happen during the whole story mind you) last Friday or Saturday. Since then, I am at a little over 20,000 words. I think that is pretty cool.
I can't even tell you how exhilarating it is to write this book. I find each better and more exciting than the last.
Let me tell you my schedule for every day.
4:30 :: Wake up and get ready
4:45 :: Write
5:50 :: Go to Church Youth Class (starts at 6:00)
7:00 :: Go to School (try to have fun)
2:00 :: Get home from school and do homework, if any, if not, start writing
3:00 :: Work
6:00 :: Dinner with the 'rents
7:00 :: Write some more
9:30 :: Bed
Repeat
Surprisingly, I'm not tired. Since I've been getting up at 4:30, I have actually gotten so much more done. I make it a minimum to write at least one chapter a day. Sometimes I get more than that, and it's great (though for this book that has yet to happen, remember school can get crazy around the end of the school year). I have found that even though I don't believe the morning should start until after 12:00 P.M. I am able to write exciting scenes and they are intense. I sometimes have to take a few minutes to calm down from hyperventilation.
I have also found that if I can actually write fairly fast, AKA get a whole chapter done in about 45 minutes if I just ignore all of the distractions. If I can just tune out everything else, the words just fall out as if I was reading them, or they were being told to me. It's great.
But, when I tell my friends I get up at 4:30, they just look at me like I'm crazy, and I sometimes have to agree with them. You see, when my alarm from my iPod goes off, I have a two minute conversation with myself which goes something like this:
*alarm goes off* *groan* *puts pillow over head*
I'm so tired, I think I will sleep in a little. I can do that. I'm a high school student, I shouldn't need to get up this early. I can always write after school.
But then you will need to write that much more. By getting up now, you won't have to write a whole chapter when you get back home.
I'm tired.
Do you want to be a writer?
Yes.
Then, surprise, you have to write. Just do it. Listen to Nike.
I don't wanna.
Do it now, or you will regret it.
*shuns voice in head*
(After a minute) fine, I will, but I will sleep in tomorrow.
You keep telling yourself that.
Yeah, that goes on every morning. Especially this morning. Let me explain. I have a Shakespeare class which I adore. I love it and my teacher to death. We have just finished reading Othello (for those who don't know, READ IT!, Othello is an outsider married to the prettiest girl. He makes an officer who is below him mad, his name is Iago. Iago decides to wreck Othello's life by making him believe Desdemona, the pretty girl, is cheating on him. So what does Othello do? He believes Iago and kills his wife. Yeah, it's a good thing nothing that that happens today *cough*.). The thing was we had an assignment to make it a story which would be appropriate to read to children. Personally I found that it was just fine the way it was. Kids hear stuff like that all the time.
No, just kidding. So my friends and I made it a story book where Othello was a geek and the captain of the basketball team. I was the artist and the writer. My pictures were stick figures. They looked awesome. So, the whole thing took forever to finish because I had to work right in the middle of it and didn't get home until 10:30 or so.
All in all, I didn't get to be until around midnight. So, I only had four and a half hours of sleep. No biggie. Whatever. Well, I really am not all that tired minus the yawning, and falling asleep. Don't worry, it's cool.
So that is all for me for now. I hope to speak again soon when something obnoxious or cute happens to me. Stay tuned.
Bex
So, I realized I haven't written anything in a while and I'm sorry about that. I guess I was still so heated about what my last post was talking about that I couldn't really concentrate on anything else. I knew that Summer was almost here and that would mean a whole two-three months without saying the pledge everyday with my peers. I'm sure many won't even notice, but I think I will.
On to new things. I love reading the blogs of my favorite writers and well of writers whose books I have yet to read but hope to soon. They offer such great advice. In fact it was advice I came across that got me to actually write my book. The writer, I'm sorry I don't remember who it was, had said to type this out and put it somewhere you can see it everyday. "Don't get it Right, get it Written." Wow, how true is that? I did just as she said, and I've written three full-length novels since then. I am working on a new one right now. I started writing it (this does not count the time I took to figure out what would happen during the whole story mind you) last Friday or Saturday. Since then, I am at a little over 20,000 words. I think that is pretty cool.
I can't even tell you how exhilarating it is to write this book. I find each better and more exciting than the last.
Let me tell you my schedule for every day.
4:30 :: Wake up and get ready
4:45 :: Write
5:50 :: Go to Church Youth Class (starts at 6:00)
7:00 :: Go to School (try to have fun)
2:00 :: Get home from school and do homework, if any, if not, start writing
3:00 :: Work
6:00 :: Dinner with the 'rents
7:00 :: Write some more
9:30 :: Bed
Repeat
Surprisingly, I'm not tired. Since I've been getting up at 4:30, I have actually gotten so much more done. I make it a minimum to write at least one chapter a day. Sometimes I get more than that, and it's great (though for this book that has yet to happen, remember school can get crazy around the end of the school year). I have found that even though I don't believe the morning should start until after 12:00 P.M. I am able to write exciting scenes and they are intense. I sometimes have to take a few minutes to calm down from hyperventilation.
I have also found that if I can actually write fairly fast, AKA get a whole chapter done in about 45 minutes if I just ignore all of the distractions. If I can just tune out everything else, the words just fall out as if I was reading them, or they were being told to me. It's great.
But, when I tell my friends I get up at 4:30, they just look at me like I'm crazy, and I sometimes have to agree with them. You see, when my alarm from my iPod goes off, I have a two minute conversation with myself which goes something like this:
*alarm goes off* *groan* *puts pillow over head*
I'm so tired, I think I will sleep in a little. I can do that. I'm a high school student, I shouldn't need to get up this early. I can always write after school.
But then you will need to write that much more. By getting up now, you won't have to write a whole chapter when you get back home.
I'm tired.
Do you want to be a writer?
Yes.
Then, surprise, you have to write. Just do it. Listen to Nike.
I don't wanna.
Do it now, or you will regret it.
*shuns voice in head*
(After a minute) fine, I will, but I will sleep in tomorrow.
You keep telling yourself that.
Yeah, that goes on every morning. Especially this morning. Let me explain. I have a Shakespeare class which I adore. I love it and my teacher to death. We have just finished reading Othello (for those who don't know, READ IT!, Othello is an outsider married to the prettiest girl. He makes an officer who is below him mad, his name is Iago. Iago decides to wreck Othello's life by making him believe Desdemona, the pretty girl, is cheating on him. So what does Othello do? He believes Iago and kills his wife. Yeah, it's a good thing nothing that that happens today *cough*.). The thing was we had an assignment to make it a story which would be appropriate to read to children. Personally I found that it was just fine the way it was. Kids hear stuff like that all the time.
No, just kidding. So my friends and I made it a story book where Othello was a geek and the captain of the basketball team. I was the artist and the writer. My pictures were stick figures. They looked awesome. So, the whole thing took forever to finish because I had to work right in the middle of it and didn't get home until 10:30 or so.
All in all, I didn't get to be until around midnight. So, I only had four and a half hours of sleep. No biggie. Whatever. Well, I really am not all that tired minus the yawning, and falling asleep. Don't worry, it's cool.
So that is all for me for now. I hope to speak again soon when something obnoxious or cute happens to me. Stay tuned.
Bex
Monday, April 11, 2011
I am proud to be an American
Let's just say this right now. This post, as are all of the, is my own personal opinion. I understand that not everyone will agree with me, but this is my blog and I can do what I want HA!!
I am proud to be an American. I am so proud that I was born in the great country with the freedom colors Red, White and Blue. Now, I am not planning on going into the military, but I believe I am very patriotic. I say the pledge everyday and will never be caught harassing or disgracing members of our military.
Sometimes, ok all the time, it bugs me when people who live in the country do not believe in respecting it. One thing that really gets on my nerves is when my school says the Pledge of Allegiance. I understand that not everyone wants to or feels comfortable with saying it, and I totally respect that, but maybe you can stand and take your hat off in respect for the country that gives you that exact right? Just an idea. Or even worse in my opinion. When other students come in late and do not stop at the door to continue the pledge. Nope, they just walk right on by as if they have better things to do.
If I may, I came across an amazing video of Red Skeleton speaking of the importance of our country.
http://youtu.be/TZBTyTWOZCM
There, doesn't that explain it nicely (Of course, not referring to the lack of the whole 50 states, but you get the idea). I hope this helps us all remember those same feelings of unity we felt during and after 9/11. We must remember, "United we stand, divided we fall."
Have a great week!!
Bex
I am proud to be an American. I am so proud that I was born in the great country with the freedom colors Red, White and Blue. Now, I am not planning on going into the military, but I believe I am very patriotic. I say the pledge everyday and will never be caught harassing or disgracing members of our military.
Sometimes, ok all the time, it bugs me when people who live in the country do not believe in respecting it. One thing that really gets on my nerves is when my school says the Pledge of Allegiance. I understand that not everyone wants to or feels comfortable with saying it, and I totally respect that, but maybe you can stand and take your hat off in respect for the country that gives you that exact right? Just an idea. Or even worse in my opinion. When other students come in late and do not stop at the door to continue the pledge. Nope, they just walk right on by as if they have better things to do.
If I may, I came across an amazing video of Red Skeleton speaking of the importance of our country.
http://youtu.be/TZBTyTWOZCM
There, doesn't that explain it nicely (Of course, not referring to the lack of the whole 50 states, but you get the idea). I hope this helps us all remember those same feelings of unity we felt during and after 9/11. We must remember, "United we stand, divided we fall."
Have a great week!!
Bex
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The airport
Hello my good friends
I have just gotten home from a wonderful visit of my brother Josh and his family on the other side of the country. In order to see them, I had to fly on a plane for six hours. It was a three hour flight with a layover and then another three hours. While waiting to board, I was able to observe many people. From this experience, I came to two conclusions: 1. Many women are confident in their ability to walk/run in high heels, and 2. Women do not believe they will ever have a delayed flight and therefore will never need to run in uncomfortable shoes.
Honestly, I have yet to figure out why someone would wear these
When they need to carry these
And may very well end up like this.
Just a thought. Have a great (rest of you) week!
Bex
I have just gotten home from a wonderful visit of my brother Josh and his family on the other side of the country. In order to see them, I had to fly on a plane for six hours. It was a three hour flight with a layover and then another three hours. While waiting to board, I was able to observe many people. From this experience, I came to two conclusions: 1. Many women are confident in their ability to walk/run in high heels, and 2. Women do not believe they will ever have a delayed flight and therefore will never need to run in uncomfortable shoes.
Honestly, I have yet to figure out why someone would wear these
When they need to carry these
And may very well end up like this.
Just a thought. Have a great (rest of you) week!
Bex
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Speaking Dad
Have you ever not understood your parents? Yeah, me too.
A few days ago, my dad said something which I could not understand. I asked him to repeat, and he answered with a burp, and I still didn't understand him. But I could understand what he had said during his burp.
"Sorry for internalizing my answer"
The whole thing made me laugh hysterically. The extra meaning in the answer. Internalizing = the burp. Haha. Well it was funny to me at least.
On to other matters, my niece had her birthday party last weekend. As of late she really likes Mickey Mouse. (only she says mouse like an Englishwoman: Mousch) Her cake was a Mickey Mouse cake. We weren't sure if she would feel comfortable eating her favorite person (uh. . . rodent), but there was no need to fear. She stood up to see the cake and then fell into her chair ready to eat. Needless to say, the cake was delicious! That is all for now, farewell.
Bexie
A few days ago, my dad said something which I could not understand. I asked him to repeat, and he answered with a burp, and I still didn't understand him. But I could understand what he had said during his burp.
"Sorry for internalizing my answer"
The whole thing made me laugh hysterically. The extra meaning in the answer. Internalizing = the burp. Haha. Well it was funny to me at least.
On to other matters, my niece had her birthday party last weekend. As of late she really likes Mickey Mouse. (only she says mouse like an Englishwoman: Mousch) Her cake was a Mickey Mouse cake. We weren't sure if she would feel comfortable eating her favorite person (uh. . . rodent), but there was no need to fear. She stood up to see the cake and then fell into her chair ready to eat. Needless to say, the cake was delicious! That is all for now, farewell.
Bexie
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I struck GOLD!!! Kinda
My dear blog
So after many days of checking my blog to see if someone, other than me, had miraculasoy written a funny blog post, I decided that it wasn't going to happen and I would have to do it myself.
While I was driving home after traveling, I came across a truck with this logo:
Am I the only one to think this is an. . . interesting logo? Now, I don't know a lot about business but I don't want something that would remind me of the Gold Rush to be associated with number two.
By the way, here is a joke that has to do with this post.
If the Pope goes poop, does that mean it is holy crap?
Haha, that joke never fails to crack me up.
So after many days of checking my blog to see if someone, other than me, had miraculasoy written a funny blog post, I decided that it wasn't going to happen and I would have to do it myself.
While I was driving home after traveling, I came across a truck with this logo:
Am I the only one to think this is an. . . interesting logo? Now, I don't know a lot about business but I don't want something that would remind me of the Gold Rush to be associated with number two.
By the way, here is a joke that has to do with this post.
If the Pope goes poop, does that mean it is holy crap?
Haha, that joke never fails to crack me up.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I am alive. . . sort of
Long time no see!
So, still sick (story of my life). I haven't written for a while because I have been sick, forgot, and didn't feel like it. Today, however, I will tell you all about my past adventures.
A week ago, my parents and I went to stay with my brother, Mark, and his wife, Christie, over the Pres. Holiday Weekend. I was pretty excited despite the fact that I still couldn't breathe normally. When we got to their apartment, we went out to dinner and all was fine until I began eating. I started having hot flashes. So I went outside for the rest of the hour, sat in the cold wind, and listened to a homeless woman (to whom I later gave $10 ) talk about the crazy *$%@! living in apartment 47B. The whole incident made me smile.
Next, my schedule for the whole weekend was very strange. I would go to sleep next to the couch my parents were sleeping on and then wake up when my dad threw a couch pillow in my face (yeah it only happened once, but it kinda hurt I might add), then when my parents and brother and sister-in-law left, I would crawl on the bed and sleep for a few more hours, and then wake up around 2 P.M. I loved it.
While my dearest family was off on amazing adventures, I was having adeventures of my own. You see, the man who lives above my brother has a unique major: Opera. Now, I was blessed to be able to listen to him practice on a daily basis. I must admit, the first time I heard his voice, I was sleeping, and in my dream, my friend was talking to me and then a strange gurgling sound escaped his mouth. It was interesting, and I soon woke up to find that I was simply hearing the upstairs neighbor. Later my sister suggested, believing that I have a fairly decent singing voice, that I should have started to sing too, and we could have done a few awesome duets together. I'm glad I didn't.
For all those teenagers out there, have your parents ever said anything totally weird? Or used a word in the wrong way? Yeah, me too. You see, my parents have a history of doing such things which can sometimes make me cringe. The last one was the word "word" (used in the way only gangsters can use it. My brother, a few years ago kept saying word at the end of every sentence which worked. . . in a white-boy-trying-to-be-black sort of way. Then my dad tried it.
Dad: These tacos are great, word
Us Kids:
Dad: What?
He didn't seem to understand exactly with what we were astonished.
Over this weekend, my mom figured out what TMI stands for (for those who don't know. . . Too Much Info). The thing is, my mom thought you are supposed to use this phrase when you are about to give too much information, not when you hear it.
Mom: TMI, I have to go to the bathroom.
Me: Thanks for the warning.
I need to teach my parents better.
On another note, all five of us would play games at night before going to bed which was super fun. However, I realized that before playing games, the table would look something like this. :)
Isn't this great for family time? With everyone on their laptops. We are all awesome, at least I think so.
Next, on the blog agenda, I'm going to use something from the fabulous Sydney (Go check out her blog, she is super cute!! http://tandsdaybook.blogspot.com/ ) Awkward and Awesome notes. She does these awesome lists on Thursdays, but I will do them as soon as I have enough to post a list. Here we go for the past week or so.
Awkward:
-Getting hammered in the face with a couch pillow
-Sitting on a warm toilet seat
-Waving at someone you know and it turns out they just look like your friend
-Blowing your nose and finding out you missed the tissue completely
-Discussing someone you like and the person in question walks into the room
-Being sick for your whole vacation
-Seeing someone pick their butt then they make eye contact with you
-Hearing the man in the apartment above your practice his Opera
Awesome:
-Having your brother tell you that you are fun to be around and that you have an awesome personality
-Giving money to a homeless woman (even though she might have spent it on drugs)
-Taking your friends out to lunch and laughing at them when they flirt with the cashier, and the amazing memories we make
-Feeling alive after three weeks of being sick
-Writing more of the book you are working on
-Watching two movies with your mother before going to bed
-Having an amazing family to belong to.
I think that is it for me. Have a great Sunday!!
Bex
So, still sick (story of my life). I haven't written for a while because I have been sick, forgot, and didn't feel like it. Today, however, I will tell you all about my past adventures.
A week ago, my parents and I went to stay with my brother, Mark, and his wife, Christie, over the Pres. Holiday Weekend. I was pretty excited despite the fact that I still couldn't breathe normally. When we got to their apartment, we went out to dinner and all was fine until I began eating. I started having hot flashes. So I went outside for the rest of the hour, sat in the cold wind, and listened to a homeless woman (to whom I later gave $10 ) talk about the crazy *$%@! living in apartment 47B. The whole incident made me smile.
Next, my schedule for the whole weekend was very strange. I would go to sleep next to the couch my parents were sleeping on and then wake up when my dad threw a couch pillow in my face (yeah it only happened once, but it kinda hurt I might add), then when my parents and brother and sister-in-law left, I would crawl on the bed and sleep for a few more hours, and then wake up around 2 P.M. I loved it.
While my dearest family was off on amazing adventures, I was having adeventures of my own. You see, the man who lives above my brother has a unique major: Opera. Now, I was blessed to be able to listen to him practice on a daily basis. I must admit, the first time I heard his voice, I was sleeping, and in my dream, my friend was talking to me and then a strange gurgling sound escaped his mouth. It was interesting, and I soon woke up to find that I was simply hearing the upstairs neighbor. Later my sister suggested, believing that I have a fairly decent singing voice, that I should have started to sing too, and we could have done a few awesome duets together. I'm glad I didn't.
For all those teenagers out there, have your parents ever said anything totally weird? Or used a word in the wrong way? Yeah, me too. You see, my parents have a history of doing such things which can sometimes make me cringe. The last one was the word "word" (used in the way only gangsters can use it. My brother, a few years ago kept saying word at the end of every sentence which worked. . . in a white-boy-trying-to-be-black sort of way. Then my dad tried it.
Dad: These tacos are great, word
Us Kids:
Dad: What?
He didn't seem to understand exactly with what we were astonished.
Over this weekend, my mom figured out what TMI stands for (for those who don't know. . . Too Much Info). The thing is, my mom thought you are supposed to use this phrase when you are about to give too much information, not when you hear it.
Mom: TMI, I have to go to the bathroom.
Me: Thanks for the warning.
I need to teach my parents better.
On another note, all five of us would play games at night before going to bed which was super fun. However, I realized that before playing games, the table would look something like this. :)
Isn't this great for family time? With everyone on their laptops. We are all awesome, at least I think so.
Next, on the blog agenda, I'm going to use something from the fabulous Sydney (Go check out her blog, she is super cute!! http://tandsdaybook.blogspot.com/ ) Awkward and Awesome notes. She does these awesome lists on Thursdays, but I will do them as soon as I have enough to post a list. Here we go for the past week or so.
Awkward:
-Getting hammered in the face with a couch pillow
-Sitting on a warm toilet seat
-Waving at someone you know and it turns out they just look like your friend
-Blowing your nose and finding out you missed the tissue completely
-Discussing someone you like and the person in question walks into the room
-Being sick for your whole vacation
-Seeing someone pick their butt then they make eye contact with you
-Hearing the man in the apartment above your practice his Opera
Awesome:
-Having your brother tell you that you are fun to be around and that you have an awesome personality
-Giving money to a homeless woman (even though she might have spent it on drugs)
-Taking your friends out to lunch and laughing at them when they flirt with the cashier, and the amazing memories we make
-Feeling alive after three weeks of being sick
-Writing more of the book you are working on
-Watching two movies with your mother before going to bed
-Having an amazing family to belong to.
I think that is it for me. Have a great Sunday!!
Bex
Monday, February 7, 2011
Doctors seem unconcered about embarassed teenager's feelings
Hello from the depths of my bed covers
I have been sick for the past two weeks and finally my mother decided to take me to the doctors to get a prescription so I wouldn't die. We walked in there and I was asked to fill out information and give up my horrible ID picture (seriously, the picture on my driver's license was taken on Hippie Day at school. . . yeah, it's not pretty). I waited for a good 45 minutes before I was called into the office.
My mom sat down in one of the hard uncomfortable chairs and I sat on the bed with that scratchy white paper which is supposed to keep things sanitary (haha. . . yeah right). I waited for ten more minutes before a nurse came in to check my blood pressure and temperature. She left telling me the doctor would be in a moment.
When he came in the conversation went like this.
Doc: Hello Bex What seems to be the problem today?
Me: I am having the worst pains in my throat, back and neck and I don't want to die.
Doc: (holding up that nifty device with a light one uses to look into another's ears.) Can I have a look?
Me: (I was thinking, uh. . . yeah, as soon as I walked through this door, I gave you permission. I want to get better. Nope! You can't look, I want you to make me better without any further examination.) Uh. yeah.
Doctor: (after examining my ears, brought up his stethoscope, and listening to my breathing and everything else.) Where is your back pain.
Me: On my back
Doc: Can you be more specific.
Me: Everywhere.
Doc (feeling around the sides of my back.) Here
Me: GASP
Mom: What's wrong? Will she need kidney surgery??
Me: That tickles Doc!
Doc: Then I guess there is no problem there. I'm going to give you this medicine which will probably give you diarrhea.
Me:
Doctor: That's normal.
Me: . . . Good, because I would hate to have diarrhea if it was abnormal.
Doctor: Then that settles it. (After a few moments). You will need to come in two days this week to get shots.
Me: (Throwing a horrified glance at my mother.) . . . . Squeak!
Doctor: The shots will ensure the medicine will work to full strength.
Me: I hate sharp objects.
Doctor: Do you use pens and pencils for school?
Me: Rarely, that is why I prefer to type.
Mom: Regardless, Bex you are going to be back here soon to get those shots.
Me: Thanks for the sympathy Mom.
I now have the medicine which includes blue pills which are far too large and horrible to swallow, and a nasal spray which I hate because I can't blow my nose after using it.
Here they are.
Anyway, I'm going to go back into a moderate self-induced coma. Wake me up when I'm better. Have a great day!
Bex
I have been sick for the past two weeks and finally my mother decided to take me to the doctors to get a prescription so I wouldn't die. We walked in there and I was asked to fill out information and give up my horrible ID picture (seriously, the picture on my driver's license was taken on Hippie Day at school. . . yeah, it's not pretty). I waited for a good 45 minutes before I was called into the office.
My mom sat down in one of the hard uncomfortable chairs and I sat on the bed with that scratchy white paper which is supposed to keep things sanitary (haha. . . yeah right). I waited for ten more minutes before a nurse came in to check my blood pressure and temperature. She left telling me the doctor would be in a moment.
When he came in the conversation went like this.
Doc: Hello Bex What seems to be the problem today?
Me: I am having the worst pains in my throat, back and neck and I don't want to die.
Doc: (holding up that nifty device with a light one uses to look into another's ears.) Can I have a look?
Me: (I was thinking, uh. . . yeah, as soon as I walked through this door, I gave you permission. I want to get better. Nope! You can't look, I want you to make me better without any further examination.) Uh. yeah.
Doctor: (after examining my ears, brought up his stethoscope, and listening to my breathing and everything else.) Where is your back pain.
Me: On my back
Doc: Can you be more specific.
Me: Everywhere.
Doc (feeling around the sides of my back.) Here
Me: GASP
Mom: What's wrong? Will she need kidney surgery??
Me: That tickles Doc!
Doc: Then I guess there is no problem there. I'm going to give you this medicine which will probably give you diarrhea.
Me:
Doctor: That's normal.
Me: . . . Good, because I would hate to have diarrhea if it was abnormal.
Doctor: Then that settles it. (After a few moments). You will need to come in two days this week to get shots.
Me: (Throwing a horrified glance at my mother.) . . . . Squeak!
Doctor: The shots will ensure the medicine will work to full strength.
Me: I hate sharp objects.
Doctor: Do you use pens and pencils for school?
Me: Rarely, that is why I prefer to type.
Mom: Regardless, Bex you are going to be back here soon to get those shots.
Me: Thanks for the sympathy Mom.
I now have the medicine which includes blue pills which are far too large and horrible to swallow, and a nasal spray which I hate because I can't blow my nose after using it.
Here they are.
Anyway, I'm going to go back into a moderate self-induced coma. Wake me up when I'm better. Have a great day!
Bex
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Crimes Part II
Ok kinda-funny-on-the-bridge-of-scary story.
I went to a Church Youth Conference and it was a ton of fun. When we got there, that night was a dance which ended around 11:00 P.M. or so. Since we were out of town, we were assigned houses to stay the night at. The people who owned the homes were members of the church so it was going to be fine. After the dance, the leader who was our driver got the directions to the house we would be staying at. Several wrong turns later, we were finally on Elm Street looking frantically for 714. Unfortuanlly for us, this area seemed less civilized and therefore seemed to believe having the house number clearly visible was for babies. We drove up and down the street at least ten times before we decided the lamp post which had something inscribed on it which looked vaugualy like T1A (and we decided must be 714) we drove up to the house. There were no lights on in the house, but Mrs. Bearch (The leader) and I (as the oldest young woman and the youth leader) decided to check it out. This was what we saw (or pretty close to it).
So as you can imagine, we, or at least I was slightly scared. Mrs. Bearch and I went up to the house and knocked on the door. No one answered, but then I saw this. . .
Sorry, the picture is upside down. Anyway, there was a key on a nail right near the door. The following conversation occurred between Mrs. Bearch and me.
Me: I want to go home
Bearch: I think we should use the key
Me: I want my mom! And some hot chocolate, and a nice warm bed.
Bearch: Maybe they had to go somewhere and left the key for us to get inside?
Me: My mom always told me to not talk to strangers
Bearch: Come on Bex! Let's go, you want to sleep in a house tonight right?
Me: I just want. . . . not to sleep in this house.
Bearch: Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen, besides, I know how to handle a gun.
Me:
(How was a nonexistent gun going to help me? But I was interested in hearing how Mrs. Bearch knew how to handle a gun. That was not something I would have guessed from her quiet caring nature.)
Mrs. Bearch then took the key and opened the door. The door creaked open as if it had not been used in a long time. When we walked in I searched for a light and I flicked the switch. There was a lot of dirt. . . everywhere. It seemed as if we had walked into a work place. A red workbench stuck out in one corner and a few dusty jars of fruit preserves stood on a grimy counter. My stomach did a nauseous turn-over.
Me: I don't want to sleep here.
Bearch: I'm NOT going to sleep here. I will stay in my car if this is the other option.
Both of us practically ran back to the car and we all headed back to the church where the dance was. We all used phones to call one of the Guy leaders who had a GPS to help us. We knew we had gotten to the right house, but if there was any chance it wasn't the right one, well, I wanted to sleep in a warm place not filled with grime.
While we waited, there was a group of teenagers who were at a house across from the church. They looked scary and I voted to pray or call the cops on them for loitering at their own house and frightening poor innocent out-of-towners.
A few minutes later, a police man came and drove up to the group. All I could think was, this kind of thing is not supposed to happen on a church trip. There was probably going to be a shoot out right then and there. The group apparently knew the policeman, and after a few friendly words, he left.
A few more minutes passed, and the group kept looking at us and then finally one member of the group spoke out.
Teen: Are you going to toilet-paper our house?
We were all slightly shocked, we would never do any such thing to a perfect stranger!! Now a friend was a different matter.
Bearch: Of course not, we are just waiting for someone. Sorry for bothering you.
Teen: Oh OK, thanks!!
Whatever, stupid teens (Oops, I am a teen). We waited for a few minutes and the leader came and with his hand-dandy GPS showed us the right way. I'm sure Mrs. Bearch and I both had heart attacks when he led us right up to the house we had recently vacated.
Then, he made a left turn and led us down a man-made mountain where at the end was another house with the same inscription of T1A but next to it was the letter G. Apparently the first house we had been in was the landlords house for a group of rental houses with the same number.
I nearly cried with happiness when we walked into the nice warm and pink house of Mrs. Greaber. We told her about our mishap and she laughed and laughed. Then she told us that it was just fine we had gone into the wrong house because the man who owned it was never there, and it was lucky he wasn't because he would have "blown you to smithereens."
I went to bed that night and tried to say an apologetic pray that night because I had, without a doubt, helped to break into a house.
The next morning after a wonderful breakfast, we drove back out of the little rental house area and as we passed the scary house, all of us turned to look as a big pile of muscle and beard entered the house. All I can say is that I am glad we didn't die.
So, all in all, in one weekend, I broke and entered a house, almost witnessed a shoot-out, and of course was spiritually edified. It was exhausting. Have a great week!!
Bex
I went to a Church Youth Conference and it was a ton of fun. When we got there, that night was a dance which ended around 11:00 P.M. or so. Since we were out of town, we were assigned houses to stay the night at. The people who owned the homes were members of the church so it was going to be fine. After the dance, the leader who was our driver got the directions to the house we would be staying at. Several wrong turns later, we were finally on Elm Street looking frantically for 714. Unfortuanlly for us, this area seemed less civilized and therefore seemed to believe having the house number clearly visible was for babies. We drove up and down the street at least ten times before we decided the lamp post which had something inscribed on it which looked vaugualy like T1A (and we decided must be 714) we drove up to the house. There were no lights on in the house, but Mrs. Bearch (The leader) and I (as the oldest young woman and the youth leader) decided to check it out. This was what we saw (or pretty close to it).
So as you can imagine, we, or at least I was slightly scared. Mrs. Bearch and I went up to the house and knocked on the door. No one answered, but then I saw this. . .
Sorry, the picture is upside down. Anyway, there was a key on a nail right near the door. The following conversation occurred between Mrs. Bearch and me.
Me: I want to go home
Bearch: I think we should use the key
Me: I want my mom! And some hot chocolate, and a nice warm bed.
Bearch: Maybe they had to go somewhere and left the key for us to get inside?
Me: My mom always told me to not talk to strangers
Bearch: Come on Bex! Let's go, you want to sleep in a house tonight right?
Me: I just want. . . . not to sleep in this house.
Bearch: Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen, besides, I know how to handle a gun.
Me:
(How was a nonexistent gun going to help me? But I was interested in hearing how Mrs. Bearch knew how to handle a gun. That was not something I would have guessed from her quiet caring nature.)
Mrs. Bearch then took the key and opened the door. The door creaked open as if it had not been used in a long time. When we walked in I searched for a light and I flicked the switch. There was a lot of dirt. . . everywhere. It seemed as if we had walked into a work place. A red workbench stuck out in one corner and a few dusty jars of fruit preserves stood on a grimy counter. My stomach did a nauseous turn-over.
Me: I don't want to sleep here.
Bearch: I'm NOT going to sleep here. I will stay in my car if this is the other option.
Both of us practically ran back to the car and we all headed back to the church where the dance was. We all used phones to call one of the Guy leaders who had a GPS to help us. We knew we had gotten to the right house, but if there was any chance it wasn't the right one, well, I wanted to sleep in a warm place not filled with grime.
While we waited, there was a group of teenagers who were at a house across from the church. They looked scary and I voted to pray or call the cops on them for loitering at their own house and frightening poor innocent out-of-towners.
A few minutes later, a police man came and drove up to the group. All I could think was, this kind of thing is not supposed to happen on a church trip. There was probably going to be a shoot out right then and there. The group apparently knew the policeman, and after a few friendly words, he left.
A few more minutes passed, and the group kept looking at us and then finally one member of the group spoke out.
Teen: Are you going to toilet-paper our house?
We were all slightly shocked, we would never do any such thing to a perfect stranger!! Now a friend was a different matter.
Bearch: Of course not, we are just waiting for someone. Sorry for bothering you.
Teen: Oh OK, thanks!!
Whatever, stupid teens (Oops, I am a teen). We waited for a few minutes and the leader came and with his hand-dandy GPS showed us the right way. I'm sure Mrs. Bearch and I both had heart attacks when he led us right up to the house we had recently vacated.
Then, he made a left turn and led us down a man-made mountain where at the end was another house with the same inscription of T1A but next to it was the letter G. Apparently the first house we had been in was the landlords house for a group of rental houses with the same number.
I nearly cried with happiness when we walked into the nice warm and pink house of Mrs. Greaber. We told her about our mishap and she laughed and laughed. Then she told us that it was just fine we had gone into the wrong house because the man who owned it was never there, and it was lucky he wasn't because he would have "blown you to smithereens."
I went to bed that night and tried to say an apologetic pray that night because I had, without a doubt, helped to break into a house.
The next morning after a wonderful breakfast, we drove back out of the little rental house area and as we passed the scary house, all of us turned to look as a big pile of muscle and beard entered the house. All I can say is that I am glad we didn't die.
So, all in all, in one weekend, I broke and entered a house, almost witnessed a shoot-out, and of course was spiritually edified. It was exhausting. Have a great week!!
Bex
Friday, January 14, 2011
Crimes
I will jump right into the story.
My sister, Katie( We call her KT, how cool is that?) and I were going to see my other sister Emily. While we were driving(or I should say KT was driving) my finger started hurting a lot. When I looked I discovered the culprit for my pain was a miniature sliver.
I began to do what any other normal teenager would have done. I tried to push the painful piece of wood out.
While in much pain, I looked up to see this annoying car next to us who kept blocking us in. This whole event caused my sister to speed up and get out then pass and then it would happen all over again.
Of course, the next thing we see is flashing blue and red lights. KT groaned and pulled over. I looked at the approaching policeman with interest in my side mirror and then decided the sliver was more interesting.
The sliver was almost out when I heard a knock on the window. It was the policeman. I had never before been pulled over so what I did next is completely understandable.
I opened the door. No harm done right? Wrong. That day was extremely windy. When I opened the door, the wind pushed my car door right into the face of the man. I gasped as he stumbled back and rubbed his chin.
All I could think was, "I'm going to prison for assaulting a policeman!"
"I am so sorry Officer" I squeaked, so I'm not sure how much he understood of my mouse impersonation, but he seemed to understand I did not mean to hurt him.
When he came back to give us a warning about speeding, I made sure I rolled down the window rather than opening the door.
Thankfully, we were soon again on our way. We got to Emily's house without any other incident, unless you count not being able to find a McDonalds anywhere!!
After settling down at Emily's house I took the liberty of checking how much the fine was for assault. I was surprised to find it was zero to five years in prison and up to $5,000. I'm glad the law enforcement officer understood I was innocent.
Always be careful when opening a door, you could do some serious damage.
Bex
My sister, Katie( We call her KT, how cool is that?) and I were going to see my other sister Emily. While we were driving(or I should say KT was driving) my finger started hurting a lot. When I looked I discovered the culprit for my pain was a miniature sliver.
I began to do what any other normal teenager would have done. I tried to push the painful piece of wood out.
While in much pain, I looked up to see this annoying car next to us who kept blocking us in. This whole event caused my sister to speed up and get out then pass and then it would happen all over again.
Of course, the next thing we see is flashing blue and red lights. KT groaned and pulled over. I looked at the approaching policeman with interest in my side mirror and then decided the sliver was more interesting.
The sliver was almost out when I heard a knock on the window. It was the policeman. I had never before been pulled over so what I did next is completely understandable.
I opened the door. No harm done right? Wrong. That day was extremely windy. When I opened the door, the wind pushed my car door right into the face of the man. I gasped as he stumbled back and rubbed his chin.
All I could think was, "I'm going to prison for assaulting a policeman!"
"I am so sorry Officer" I squeaked, so I'm not sure how much he understood of my mouse impersonation, but he seemed to understand I did not mean to hurt him.
When he came back to give us a warning about speeding, I made sure I rolled down the window rather than opening the door.
Thankfully, we were soon again on our way. We got to Emily's house without any other incident, unless you count not being able to find a McDonalds anywhere!!
After settling down at Emily's house I took the liberty of checking how much the fine was for assault. I was surprised to find it was zero to five years in prison and up to $5,000. I'm glad the law enforcement officer understood I was innocent.
Always be careful when opening a door, you could do some serious damage.
Bex
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Story of my Life
Hey!!
Ok, so for the past few weeks I have been preparing for finals so I have not had much time to write a post(mainly because I have been busy watching movies and reading books of course, never would I actually study. :) ) I thought I would share a few stories which I found humorous in hope of helping you smile today.
First, I am very blessed to have my married sister and her family living in the same town as myself. This means I have the great opportunity to see my nieces on a very regular basis.
My niece has a doll which she refers to as "Baby". One night we were getting ready to eat when my mom looked out the window. She called my niece over to look outside. This was the view.
I thought it was quite entertaining. "We are lucky she wasn't kidnapped." My mom muttered. HAHA!!
Next order of business, when my mom and I were going to Utah, we couldn't help but notice my window was fogged up incredible but hers was clear as day.
Pictures are as follows:
My window
My mom's.
My mom said it was either because I'm so "hot"( haha my mom called me hot) or I was angry and full of hot air.
Who knows? Have a great 1/11/11!! It should be great. Remember to wish a great wish at 11:11 today!!
Until next time
Bex
Ok, so for the past few weeks I have been preparing for finals so I have not had much time to write a post(mainly because I have been busy watching movies and reading books of course, never would I actually study. :) ) I thought I would share a few stories which I found humorous in hope of helping you smile today.
First, I am very blessed to have my married sister and her family living in the same town as myself. This means I have the great opportunity to see my nieces on a very regular basis.
My niece has a doll which she refers to as "Baby". One night we were getting ready to eat when my mom looked out the window. She called my niece over to look outside. This was the view.
I thought it was quite entertaining. "We are lucky she wasn't kidnapped." My mom muttered. HAHA!!
Next order of business, when my mom and I were going to Utah, we couldn't help but notice my window was fogged up incredible but hers was clear as day.
Pictures are as follows:
My window
My mom's.
My mom said it was either because I'm so "hot"( haha my mom called me hot) or I was angry and full of hot air.
Who knows? Have a great 1/11/11!! It should be great. Remember to wish a great wish at 11:11 today!!
Until next time
Bex
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Welcome 2011
Good Evening!
Let's see, during the past two weeks I have been in and out of my house( LA, my sister's, Utah, and home), I wrote and finished a book(It is a Christmas Story and I really like it!! :) ), received a ton of presents in all forms, and started the the newest year 2011!!
Overall, I believe it has been pretty exciting.
When my parents and I went down to LA, we were going to a traditional Christmas party which was started by my grandparents. We figured it all out, and this party has been going on for 47 years!! How's that for tradition?
We were in Utah for the New Years with my other grandma and it was freezing, though it didn't snow at all( which I still feel cheated about).
My latest book which I'm hoping to edit soon and then send in is, as I said before, a Christmas story. It is the "true" story of Santa Clause. It was extremely fun writing it. I had told myself I would finish writing it before the New Year so yesterday, I was sitting at my laptop for about 8-9 hours making sure I met my deadline.
Presents included my favorite candy in the world: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, a single serve blender(which is AMAZING!!), makeup, a nativity set from Germany, polka-dot pajamas, and many others presents which helped to make this season the best their was.
My sister is on an 18 month mission in Canada, and we were allowed to speak with her on Christmas Day. It was great to hear her voice and learn about all her experiences since she has been in a new country.
Last, we have all moved into a new year: 2011. It will be a great year, I can feel it, full of joy, love, and happiness. And even though it will also be filled with sorrow, we must remember to press on and continue to do all we can to become better people.
Today in 1/1/11. So tonight at 11:11 P.M. will be the time to make the best wish of all. Me? I'm going to ask to become a better writer.
Have a great New Years Day(What's left of it), and a great New Year. Bring on 2011!
Bex
Let's see, during the past two weeks I have been in and out of my house( LA, my sister's, Utah, and home), I wrote and finished a book(It is a Christmas Story and I really like it!! :) ), received a ton of presents in all forms, and started the the newest year 2011!!
Overall, I believe it has been pretty exciting.
When my parents and I went down to LA, we were going to a traditional Christmas party which was started by my grandparents. We figured it all out, and this party has been going on for 47 years!! How's that for tradition?
We were in Utah for the New Years with my other grandma and it was freezing, though it didn't snow at all( which I still feel cheated about).
My latest book which I'm hoping to edit soon and then send in is, as I said before, a Christmas story. It is the "true" story of Santa Clause. It was extremely fun writing it. I had told myself I would finish writing it before the New Year so yesterday, I was sitting at my laptop for about 8-9 hours making sure I met my deadline.
Presents included my favorite candy in the world: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, a single serve blender(which is AMAZING!!), makeup, a nativity set from Germany, polka-dot pajamas, and many others presents which helped to make this season the best their was.
My sister is on an 18 month mission in Canada, and we were allowed to speak with her on Christmas Day. It was great to hear her voice and learn about all her experiences since she has been in a new country.
Last, we have all moved into a new year: 2011. It will be a great year, I can feel it, full of joy, love, and happiness. And even though it will also be filled with sorrow, we must remember to press on and continue to do all we can to become better people.
Today in 1/1/11. So tonight at 11:11 P.M. will be the time to make the best wish of all. Me? I'm going to ask to become a better writer.
Have a great New Years Day(What's left of it), and a great New Year. Bring on 2011!
Bex
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