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.

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 military men and women who have given their lives to preserve my freedom.

If you see a military man or woman please take a moment to tell them you appreciative their service. They deserve it!

My God continue to bless this wonderful United States of America with her 'sea to shining sea'!

Bex

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

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

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

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

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.