My Brother: Cupid (Writer's Notebook Entry)

Before I sign off I want to share with you my original "My Brother: Cupid!" That's right. I actually came up with this idea two years ago. The date is 12/6/08. Furthermore when I wrote My Brother, Cupid on my blog I didn't remember this entry or refer to it at all, I promise you. Look how similar this one is to my first part:

I walked around the pink house and found my shoes. "So a new school . . . new friends . . . new beginning," I heard my brother, Chase, say. Whap! He hit me in the back with an arrow. It didn't hurt but I knew the effects. "Thank you, Chase, I really needed to fall in love the first day of school," I yelled sarcastically. I tackled him to the ground and we wrestled. I eventually got him in a head lock. He's actually pretty weak even though he's older then me. "Remove the curse," I said to him. "No," Chase said, he's really stubborn. I held him harder, "Remove it." "Maybe tomorrow," he said in a weak voice. I was really hurting him. "Why tomorrow?" I said loosening my grasp. That was enough for him to get out and he ran away. The thing is my brother's cupid. He can make people fall in love. Not the son of Venus. But representation of the holiday Valentine's Day. He's a part of the council of the holidays. Each national holiday in America has one representative. The normally blend in with rest of America so you can't really pick them out in a crowd. But no boy wants his brother casting love spells on him all the time. We actually had to move because I had fallen in love with too many girls.

And just for kicks, I'm going to also include the short little bit of "My Brother, Cupid" I found in my Physics Notebook. Which I also took in 10th grade.

I was madly in love with Amelia Sterling. Madly because I was forced to love her. I don't really love her, I feel no emotion towards her what-so-ever. But you could have fooled me. That's what happens when you get hit by cupid's arrow. Oh, yeah, did I mention that my brother is Cupid.

Haikus

So I wrote a bunch of haikus and then I asked my friends to rate them on a scale from 1-10. 1 being the worst, 10 being the best. Some people really didn't get the system. So I'm going to number these, write the haiku, then write my friend's ratings, and the story behind the haiku. So if you want to rate them too, leave a comment, write the number of the haiku and your rating.

1.
Roses are singing
The birds and bees are happy
He just answered yes.
Ratings:
25, 8, 8, 7, 6, 5, 3, 5, 5
Story:
I have no clue. Roses don't sing.

2.
The pink goop falls down
The white seashell sits on top
I hope it won't fall
7, 7, 7, 6, 6, 6, 2, 5, 3
Um, I looked at my bookshelf and there was a pink thing that had pink goop falling down it and a seashell was sitting on top.

3.
Three yellow books stand
Same as the ones standing by
Sisters by author
8, 7, 6, Random, 5, 3, 6, 3, 6
I looked at my bookshelf again and there were three Nancy Drew books right next to each other.

4.
Two lonesome people
Finally meet each other
They are now happy
20, 8, 8, 7, 6, 4, 6, 4, 5
Yeah, I think I was trying to be romantic.

5.
The God of the sun
He is so very handsome
The king of haikus
10, 7, 6, infinity, 7, 6, 4, 5
I was really obsessed with Percy Jackson and Apollo was my favorite character. This is seriously a haiku I wrote that I imagined one of his lovers or him would write.

6.
Candy cane hits boy
Gives him a cut in the head
Complains the next day
10, 0, F-, 10, ?, 8, 10, 9, 5, 8
Poor Nick Varney. We were at the PG Lighting of the Tree Ceremony, I think that what it's called. Our group was goofing off and Chevy totally hit him with a candy cane. Anyway, apparently it cut him and we had Center Stage the next day and he complained about it. It's not that interesting of a story but it makes one cool haiku.

How Do I Get Rid of This Guy? (cont.)

I stood up and, because I was raised not to be rude, said goodbye and walked away. He quickly got up and asked, "Where are you going?" "I'm done with my lunch and I told Madison I'd meet her outside when I was done," I said quickly. I pivoted out of the cafeteria to make my escape. Unfortunately Tyler followed me. Boy, that kid is fast. He got stopped a dozen times and still managed to catch up to me. "What is it, Tyler? What do you want?" I asked turning to face him. If me leaving didn't give him the clue to get lost I hoped desperately my scowl would. "I wanted to ask you if you'd go out with me," he said giving me his dazzling grin that could make thousands of girls faint. Unfortunately for me I was too far in a corner to notice it. What was I supposed to say to that: "No"? That would break his heart. "I don't have enough time," I lied.

Archie Smith, Boy Wonder

"A tiny voice asked, "Is he the one?"

Archie Smith was amazing: he could fly, he always sang on tune, and he never misplaced his socks. Whenever he went out the people would always shout, "There goes Archie Smith, boy wonder." This would always make Archie feel special and he would smile all day long. But Ms. Hardtohandle didn't like smiles, teaching, or the restaurant Max and Cheese. So when Archie came in with his big smile and sat down at his desk she would always say, "Look children, Archie Smith has his socks on the wrong feet." Archie knew it wasn't true so he kept on smiling. There had been a conspiracy that criminals wold steal things and then turn into light. Despite the fact they turn into light they weren't very bright. In fact they thought that they could steal Archie's specialness. So that night when Archie was sleeping a tiny voice asked, "Is he the one?" The other tiny voice responded by saying, "I've been telling you all night that he's the one." "Are you sure?" "Yes!" the second voice yelled.

Evil or Funloving

Name: Jenna Stones
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Stormy Water Blue
Height: 3'9
Known For: Being able to talk for three hours straight without anyone speaking back.
Age: 6
Birthday: 3/13 at 3:15

Name: Jacob Stones
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Mysterious Night Blue
Height: 3'9
Known For: Pulling a series of silent pranks.
Age: 6
Birthday: 3/13 at 3:11

Plans

IMsuch_A_chick: Hey girlies. Ready to go to the mall tomorrow.
sunshine_1111: u bet! i'm so excited!
sandybeachesrock: i can't come
sunshine_1111: WHAT!!!
IMsuch_A_chick: Why not? :(
sandybechesrock: mom says we have to go bowling :-(
IMsuch_A_chick: Bowling! Why?
sandybeachesrock: wants to unify family or something
sunshine_1111: i'm so sad.
IMsuch_A_chick: me too. :(
sunshine_1111: it'll be no fun without you!
sandybeachesrock: yeah i wish i could come
IMsuch_A_chick: Maybe we can go some other time. Does Tuesday work for you, chickies?
sunshine_1111: i'm in. my life is such a bore i never have ANY plans.
sandybeachesrock: thanks jackie i really appriate it and yes tuesdays good :-D
IMsuch_A_chick: Yay! Everything's worked out! ;)
sunshine_1111: I gtg.
IMsuch_A_chick: Yeah, me too. MATH HOMEWORK :(
sandybeachesrock: see ya guys.

Jealous

Too bad you can't see my doodles. I'll try my best to duplicate them. < 3 is a heart. v is devil horns. lll is shading. 88 is a circle that looks like a chain. v^v is fire. If there is a word between it, it means it's around that word.

Dear Diary,
Today was absolutely awful. I saw < Todd 3 with v Michelle. What does he see in her? All I see is evil galore. Anyway, they were embracing each other so tight that air couldn't get through. The she let go of < him 3 and pulled him towards me. They sat down at our table. She bragged about the concert he took her to last night. Telling us how < Todd 3 was so romantic and the had kissed (A/N there's a picture of lips abound the word kissed) for the first time. I almost threw my food at her. He turned lll red, lll he obviously didn't want her sharing that with the world. I even saw him struggling to her out of her 8 grip. 8 But she held on to her prize tight. I picked up my lunch to go somewhere else. He looked at me with pleading, gorgeous eyes. Of course they pulled me in and I sat right back down. To go through the torture of v^v Michelle v^v talking more about her purr-fect date. I felt like barfing.
Yours truly,
M-K-N-A
-C-E-N-

How Do I Get Rid of This Guy?

Okay, so I'm not being so good. I'm skipping all the boring ones. So actually I'm not putting all the entries in here like I said I would in April. Anyway on to one of my favorite entries:

I was the port of uncoolness, the princess of not fitting in. Okay, yes, I'm over exaggerating, a lot. But that doesn't mean that I'm not uncool. You know how there is always those cliques: the unbelievably-beautiful-and-oh-so-popular-better-then-all-the-rest kids; the normal kids, and the ones who seem to have no place and very few friends. Yeah, my group of friends and I are kind of mixture of the normals and the last group. But I'm not complaining. I enjoy my friends and I have no desire for attention, which is why when one of the most popular boys in school, Tyler Kingsman, kept on talking to me I absolutely wanted to get rid of him. I could actually feel dozens of eyes on my back. Some of them were daggers as the girls thought to themselves, "Who does this nerd think she is? Why does he like Her? I am so much prettier." Honestly, I wondered the same thing. There were so many girls who were so much prettier then me, in fact the majority of the school was prettier then me. But, yet, he chose me, one of the few who, indeed, was not interested. But how on Earth could I tell him that? I couldn't say, "Hey dude, despite the fact the seven-eighths of the the girls in this school would totally bend over backwards for you. I personally think you're really creepy." I mean I could but that would be mean. And besides he was just asking me questions about my life, leaning really close. "Will you not sit so close?" I asked positioning myself so I'm not facing him completely. That's when I realized the room had going quiet, everyone listening, except a quiet buzz from the ones who were smart and could care less what was happening. Today I wished I could be one of them. You're probably wondering how I even know he liked me. He could just be overly friendly or came over here on a bet. But I heard a rumor that he wrote my name all over his notebook. (Just like most of the girls at our school did to him.) But I guess he finally got the nerve to talk to me. I have no clue why he is so attracted to me. I mean I think I'm really ugly. I'm a tad overweight, my face is practically made of zits, and I'm one of the few who actually wears glasses instead of contacts (thanks to the fact that I'm farsighted in one eye and nearsighted in the other. Apparently they don't make contacts like that.)

Love (Definition)

Love: (n) A feeling in which you would be willing to do anything for the object of person that you love. Something that you love you would commonly think about and pray about it. Meant to be selfless, you want what's best for the one you love and not yourself.

Intimacy: (n) A feeling or emotion similar to love, but generally more selfish. Normally based off appearances. You normally can't stand being away from that person for any period of time. Can be put off easily.

Hate: (n) A feeling or emotion that is generally the opposite of love. Something that you hate you don't like to have around. Normally associated with anger. Many cause insulting.

Our Ruler: The Bell

Talk about taking personification to an extreme.

We were in the school all standing around. It was dead silent and everyone was facing the same direction. I turned to my friend, Kathrine and asked, "Why are we all standing around?" She shushed me. I faced forward trying to see what everyone was looking at when I heard the bell ring. Suddenly everyone was running in different directions. The hall was empty in about 10 seconds. "What the heck is going on?" I asked the emptiness. A man walked forward, "Didn't you hear me?" he asked. "What did you say?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Why aren't you going to class?" he asked. "Oh," I said, "It's not that far and I have a few minutes before I have to be there." He took my hand, "C'mon I'll take you. Normally everyone always does what I say I guess you're the exception." I thanked him softly and walked into my class. He opened his mouth and the sound a bell makes came out.

Falling Off the Cliff

I'm going back to writing Writer's Notebook entries. I may do this occasionally. I mean go off and on. This entry was about a memory of mine. It was a nice memory about laughing and taking turns. Even if the story we were acting out is awful for little kids. I mean we were like 3 and 4.

I sat on my grandma's couch with my cousins Kyle, Todd, Daniel, and Nicole who were hopping up and down on the couch, we had just decided to act out a joke we had been reciting to each other. We divided the parts, Nicole would be the narrator, I would be the news reporter, Kyle would be a fire fighter, Daniel would be the ice cream man, and Todd would be the mail man. I got up on the edge of the couch as Nicole started her story, "There once was a news reporter who needed a story so she stood at the edge of a cliff and waited." I yelled, "3, 2, -" Kyle interrupted me, "Wait, what are you doing?" "I'm going to jump off this cliff. I hate my life." "I hate my life too. I'm just a fireman. I'll join you." We yelled together, "3, 2, -" Nicole continued. "Next came an ice cream man." Daniel said, "Wait, what are you doing?" While laughing Kyle explained, "We hate our lives so we're going to jump off this cliff." "I hate my life. I'm just and ice cream man. Let me join you." We started again, "3, 2, -" "Next came a mail man." "Wait, what are you doing?" Todd said. It was Daniel's turn to explain, "We hate our lives so we're going to jump off this cliff."

Basically the joke is everyone jumps off the cliff except the news reporter who now has a story. We liked jumping off the back of my grandma's couch, and then we would do it again.

How to Brush Your Teeth

Step-by-step instructions on how to brush your teeth.
1. Find toothpaste and toothbrush.
2. Hold toothbrush horizontally with left hand with the bristles up.
3. Hold the toothpaste vertically with your right hand. Have opening about 1/4 of an inch above the bristles.
4. Push around the middle until you have about a centimeter of toothpaste on top of the toothbrush's bristles.
5. Put the toothbrush in your mouth.
6. Rub the right half of your teeth getting the front, back, and top of both your bottom and your top teeth. Go from the back of your mouth to the middle.
7. When you get to the middle switch the left hand to the right hand and do #6 on the left hand to the right hand and do #6 on the left half.
8. Repeat steps #6-7 until two minutes are up.
9. Remove the toothbrush.
10. Turn on water and run your toothbrush under it.
11. Wipe off your mouth with a towel.
12. Put toothbrush and toothpaste away.

The Strange Kids

Gee. I skipped a lot of important words in this story. I'll just have to guess.

The red, cold apple landed softly on the others as I reached for another one. Something caught my eye as a passing cart went by. In the back there was two girls, one was wearing a green dress and had curly brown hair, the other had a lavender dress and straight pale blond hair. They were accompanied by a boy who had brown hair and was wearing a green shirt. In the front was a boy with the same color of the hair as the girl with the lavender dress, who was driving the cart. They couldn't be older then 14, yet they rode all alone. The brunette girl was holding something that she put down and grabbed a green bag instead. They stopped the cart and the blond boy joined them in the back and grabbed the green bag. The girls leaned forward and back covering their mouths. I couldn't tell what they were doing but it looked like they were smiling. The blond girl seemed to be mouthing the words, "What are we going to do with you, Pete?" I didn't know for sure because I couldn't hear them. The kid named Pete opened his mouth showing them what ever he was eating. I felt my nose fold up at the top. The girls weren't covering their mouth any more, and I realized they were laughing. Pete handed the brunette boy the bag, who pulled out a loaf of bread. He handed it to the girls who pulled out some bread too.

Another Place, Another Time

"If there was an answer he find it there."

The Harlins took the orphan boy on the cart. The train tracks spread across the deep blue waves creating a bridge. There was nothing to see for miles, except crystal water calmly playing against the tracks. The Harlin parents were driving the cart, their little boy stood by the orphan, "Why do you want to go to Sandandy?" he asked knowing the odd orphan boy wouldn't talk to him. He didn't. But he silently answered to himself,
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"If there was an answer he would find it there."

Show Not Tell

We were learning about show not tell and I decided to make it into a game show. I'm sure Wales Cardiff has some story behind it . . .

Game Show Host: Welcome to Show-not-Tell. You've heard of show-and-tell but this is Show-not-Tell. I'm your host, Wales Cardiff. Now let's play Show-not-Tell. But first let's meet the contestants: Emily, drama teacher from LA; Eric, small time engineer from New Jersey; and last but not least, Amy, stay-at-home mom from Virginia. Welcome, guys, are you ready to play Show-not-Tell? Okay, let's play. Your first sentence is "I know this isn't a good idea." You have thirty seconds to write a sentence.
(Contestants scribble down answers.)
Wales: Okay, let's see what you wrote. Emily?
Emily: My head screams at me as I take a step forward, "What in the world do you think you're doing!"
Wales: Good job. Eric?
Eric: My hand glides over the cold, silver banister as my conscience begs me to not do this.
Wales: Fabulous. Amy?
Amy: Incomplete.
Wales: Oh. Too bad. Judges?
(Eric's buzzer lights up.)
Wales: Looks like Eric is the winner of this round. Wow! Let's take a quick commercial break.

Vikings!

This is the first one were I ended in the middle of a sentence.

I walked through the halls voices bubbling in my ears. My shoes not making a sound as they hit the white tiled floor. I hold my binder close to me as I travel through a wave of people. On my left and on my right, signs cover the hallways. Lockers are covered with signs representing teams. There are signs representing socials you can go to. There are quotes, who's purpose is to promote respect and good values. The signs want me to show spirit to the Vikings, and I do. I walk up the stairs, boys and girls all heading in the direction making two-way traffic. I step the royal blue tile remembering what it represents. I stare

Captain Tory

I decided to skip "Goal Timeline" because it's just a dumb time line.

"He swung his lantern three times and the scooner appeared."

Captain Tory held the hand of the small boy. "Don't worry, the scooner will come back for you," he assured. He swung his lantern three times and the scooner slowly appeared.
"What is it Cap'en?" a man said coming out, "I don't have all day, you know, I have to get the passengers across. What's the emergency?"
"This boy was supposed to get on your boat," Captain Tory said holding up the boy.
"Do you have a ticket?" the man asked.
"My mom has it," the boy explained.
"Where's your mom?"
"On your boat."
"She left you behind?"
"No, I got on the boat and then my hat blew off and I had to get it."
"No ticket, then you can't get on."

Fourth-Year Hike

Have you ever thought you were less capable of what you really were? You would never know unless you tried. Let me tell you of an experience where I thought I was incapable of doing something.
At Girls Camp, we had to go on a fourth-year hike. There was three reasons why I didn't want to go: I was way out of shape, I don't like hiking, and we were bing forced to carry backpacks.
When we started on the trail I stood by my friends. And as soon as we got to the first hill I realized they had not chosen an easy hike for us to do. The hill was extremely steep. We had to stop a lot because some of the girls were falling behind. I rarely got exhausted because of this.
Then there was the fact that I thought hiking was incredibly boring.

"Two weeks passed and it happened again."

Mr. Henry sat on the couch reading the newspaper. He heard the soft hum of the furnace, the rustle of the newspaper, and his breath. But besides that it was dead silent. Then he heard a chatter and tiny feet. Two weeks passed and it had happened again. He looked around for the culprit. The he noticed the bump under the rug.
"Get out!" he yelled grabbing a chair. He hit the table and the lamp crashed on the floor. He tried hitting the bump but it was moving and he hit the floor instead, causing a dent in the wood.
"Get out!" he yelled again, one again hitting the wood and not the object he was aiming for.
"Get out!" he once again yelled hitting the floor. Crack. The chair broke. He threw it on the floor infuriated.

Nine-Eleven

I skipped "Oz Series" because:
A. It's makes no sense.
B. It's clearly a time waster.
C. It wasn't made to be read.
Also something interesting background information about 9/11 and me is that I didn't know it had happened until my sixth grade year. This is what this poem is about. I proves that ignorance is not bliss.


Can I help it
If I don't know anything?
Not even a little bit.
I can't stand it being,
More like a moment in history.

Was the note sent home my fault?
Should I have ignored the pleadings
My teacher sent to not tell us of the crime?
Should I have thought about it?
Reflected on my own?

What I do now can not change the past.
What I do now can not alter my knowledge,
I'll have to live in agony of
Knowing I was alive when it happened.
Not actually ever knowing what really happened.
And not finding out until two years later.

This passage in history is history.
This dilemma seems so old.
This mind of mine is confused
By the victims of the crash
Why can't I be like everyone else.