Writers Block

Writers block is a disease. There's nothing worse for a writer then being at the best part of an essay, novel, or short story and suddenly having to stop because you can't you think of something else to write. It's even worse when you're running on a deadline. To me, writers block is especially awful. It makes me feel like I'm no longer fully there. What are the symptoms of this dreaded ill? For me: being bored, loosing interest in things that I can normally do for an hour, depression, and confusion. I also tend to go into the more logical part of my mind when I have this, but this isn't a noticeable condition. Currently I have writers block. Actually I had writers block. What else do I say? Who knows. Sorry if this blog entry isn't as good as others. I tried.

Five Little Words that Crushed Me

I love mornings, I get alone time, it's quiet, and after about 20 minutes I'm fully refreshed. I don't, on the other hand, like people in the morning. This morning my brother, Eric, woke up about the same time I did. Eric is four years old, and as cute as can be. He followed me downstairs while I got my breakfast, I sat down and ate it and he asked if he could have some too. I frowned, I didn't want to get him breakfast. But instead of telling him to go ask my mom I told him I would get him some as soon as I was done eating. Unfortunately my mind was full. Instead I got my shoes on. Then I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. He followed thinking that as soon as I did that I would get him some cereal. Not understanding his intentions and completely forgetting that I told him I would get him cereal I played a game with him where I blocked him in the mirror, he giggled accordingly. I went downstairs, pulled out my outline for history, sat on the couch, and started reading. After a few seconds of sitting on a stool and waiting for me, he realized that I wasn't going to get him cereal. Being four years old, this crushed him. He started to cry and ran out of the kitchen. Eventually he joined me in the living room laid his head on the couch and cried. I asked him sweetly what was wrong and offered to cuddle with him. Then I offered to help him. He turned to me and these were his exact words, "Only mommy can help me, because you're not always there." These five words took me by surprise and I mumbled something about being in high school most of the day.
As I started to think about this, I realized he didn't mean "you're not always there," meaning that I wasn't always at home helping him. But rather he meant that I wasn't always there for him to fall back on and trust. That morning I had abandoned his trust, I had abandoned him. This almost made me cry. He had trusted me and I had let him down. Even if was just over a bowl of cereal. The point is, I learned an important lesson today. I never want the feeling of letting my little brother fall again, and from now on I'll try to do what I said I would do right away.

The Power of Telling the Truth

I was not looking forward to reading my nonfiction book for English, I wasn't sure what I would find. I found one of the best books I've ever read. It's called Three Little Words and the author and main character is Ashley Rhodes-Courter. The book is a memoir so it's events that occurred in her life. The book starts when she is being taken away from her mother, from there she is transferred from foster home to foster home. Her life is difficult, and she looks forward to the day that her mom will pick her up and take her home. One of her most difficult situations is when she is transfered to Majorie Mosses home. Mrs. Moss abuses Ashley as well as all the other children. When Ashley testifies of this, she is accused of being a liar. I was taken back that they would take her away from her mother and others that loved her in an instant but let Mrs. Moss abuse her and neglect her. When Ashley finally does get adopted by Gay and Phil Courter she insists on doing something to protect other children from the evil witch. Ashley didn't succeed. But as well as being an inspiration to me, she's also been a inspiration to others. She didn't win, but she did what she could and helped many others. Ashley did something despite the fact that she was only one person. The book was very good and very inspirational.

The Taffetas

Yesterday I went out with my grandma and my step-cousin to see a play. The play was called The Taffetas and when I first looked at the stage and the program I thought the play was just going to be a bunch of fifties music. I was absolutely right. It was just a bunch of fifties music. But it was a ton of fun. I actually felt like I was in the fifties. Most of the music was fun and exciting, the costumes were adorable, I loved the band members, and The Taffetas themselves were so much fun to watch. If you ever are in BYU territory and they are still playing I would suggest buying tickets to watch them. It was so much fun.

Grease

Friday night I went to my friend's house and after settling down in her room she put on Grease. I had never seen this movie before, I knew some of the songs like Summer Nights, We Go Together, Grease Lightning and You're the One I Want. But besides that I had no clue what to expect. What was I thinking when the movie ended? "That was an awful movie." I absolutely hated it. It was so immoral. From drinking to smoking to sex to lying there was nothing in there with any sort of moral decision at all. All the characters and their support of these live changing sins bugged me. But that wasn't the worst part. The thing that absolutely bugged me the most was the ending. The whole movie I was waiting for stupid Danny to change and stop treating Sandy like a piece of garbage. But instead stupid Sandy decided to change into a piece of garbage. Instead of Danny raising his standards to meet hers, she lowered hers to meet his. I also hated the part where Rizzo found out that she really wasn't pregnant. She didn't learn a thing from that experience. Sure I was glad that she wasn't pregnant but the message that I got from that was horrible. Actually it was the message I got from the whole movie and that was be bad, be immoral, have no standards, have fun and there will be no consequences. But if you're good you will have no friends, everyone will hate you, and you'll be miserable.

My Calzone Experience

Calzone Recipe

12 Rhode's Frozen Rolls
1/2 Jar of Pizza Sauce
1/2 Bag of Cheese
Butter
Red Peppers
Parmesan Cheese

1. Preheat oven to 350'.
2. Spray pan down or use flour. Place frozen rolls on pan. Let sit for 1 - 1 1/2 hours.
3. Spread out rolls.
4. Add Pizza Sauce.
5. Add Cheese.
6. Fold in half. Pinch edges together with fingers, this works better then a fork.
7. Melt butter. Spread over Pre-Cooked Calzones.
8. Lightly sprinkle red peppers and parmesan.
9. Cook for 15 - 20 minutes.

A Good Ending to a Good Series

I recently just finished Percy Jackson and the Olympians Book 5 The Last Olympian, Fiction, written by Rick Riordan. The book is the finale of the series. My favorite thing about these books are the characters. They are well written and the characters are so believable I feel as if I know them and the author from just reading the book. Riordan can take a very serious scene and make it incredibly fun to read with a piece of dialogue. The book was full of suspense, action, and feelings. It was almost impossible to put down. I would recommend the Percy Jackson books to anyone.

The Most Amazing Party that Ever Dared to be

It's amazing to finally be 16, but what's more amazing then that was my amazing, wonderful, spectacular, beautiful Sweet Sixteenth Birthday Party. There were a ton of guests who I mostly all greeted and talked to. They brought amazing gifts and were a ton of fun. I mostly stayed with my best friend, Cheyenne, the whole night. But I did talk to others. Mostly everyone else was just family but I loved that. I loved being with the people I was most comfortable with. The party went way beyond my expectations.
The party was set up in two rows so everyone could talk to each other. There was a table with a bunch of pictures of me over the years and two more tables with refreshments. There were a bunch of balloons tied to the banister. I was wearing a cute pink shirt and jeans, tiara, and sash. It was wonderful.
I would like to spend a paragraph thanking my parents. My mother has been working her butt off for two whole days to make this the best party that I've ever had. She made three cakes, chocolate roses and hearts, and decorated and cleaned everything. She also spent a bunch of money on food, drinks, and decorations. She did the most amazing job anyone could ever do. My dad also worked very hard. I'm blessed that I have such incredible parents. I love them so much, and I have been blessed. It's been an amazing party, an amazing birthday, and most of all an amazing life.