THIS IS SO WEIRD.

So I was examining my blog, and I discovered that, at the top of my blog on the right, it looks like the profile of a face. I didn't realize.....

Okay, so, I'm wearing me WICKED shirt and thinking about the cloud face and I'm listening to brother play guitar.


I may make my profile picture the cloud face.

I wrote two post, decided they were dumb, and deleted them.

I first wrote a post about how it's bad to give people candy for Christmas, but I decided it was a dumb post.
I then wrote a post about that post, and decided it was stupid.


NO POST FOR YOU.

I've gone INSAAAANE.

I was reading Hyperbole and a Half, and I was laughing in my weirdest laugh, which kinda sounds like a necklace being whipped around, mixed with a paper shredder shredding waffles and a singing unicorn.

Apparently, I also sounded like I was having a seizure, and my brother looked over at me from across my desk and said: Are you OKAY?

I was laughing to hard to answer. It just made made me laugh HARDER.

YAY! YAY! YAY!

I was reading my "Obsession with Correct Grammar" post and...
A girl named Sam commented! Yay! THANK YOU.
See? SOMEONE LISTENED.

Thank you SO MUCH. And on Christmas Eve, too.

Every sky was your own kinda blue...

Again, Crazier. Sorry. I had to share the lyric with you. I love it.

My obsession with correct grammar.

I become instantly annoyed when people type stuff like this:

"wat r we gunna do 2day dude thats boring y shoud we do that there just gunna ruin it duh"

REALLY, I mean, do we talk like that?

That's why I go out of my way, when texting or chatting online, I go out of my way to talk like:

"What are we going to do today? That's so boring, why should we do that? They're going to ruin it, you know that!"

Well.

OH LOOK IT'S ME

You: Back again?
Me: Oh, yes!
You:DEAR GRANDFATHER
Me: WHAT?

Ignore that.

Monday I hung out with Jen-Jen. We discussed that if a bug flies into a book, and you smash it, and a year or two later it's dead body is still there, do you take it's body out?
The answer is no.

Tuesday I sat on my couch and watched The Office.

Today...same thing.

SO YAY!

Another post

HAAAAAAAAAAAI

Back.
I'm tired.
But whatever.

This is my last post for awhile. Because I have a holiday to celebrate.

I'm changing my background (just for now, It'll be back)

SUPER NINJA WIN.

WOOOT.

I had a floor hockey game on Wednesday. It was play offs. WE WON.

That's not important enough. though. BECAUSE WE WON CHAMPIONSHIPS! YAY. Except, that, when this is done, YOU GET ABSOLUTLY NOTHING. Urg.

Today I am going to see Wicked, the most magically awesome thing in the world. I'll edit the post later to make you happy and know about it!

BAI FOR NOW
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BACK IT'S TOMMORROW.

I forgot my promise and proceeded to enjoy my utter bliss with some ice cream.

I then had a fit of overactive hyperness and took that out on my friend.

After this, I was so worn down I fell asleep at my computer. And I was in the middle of posting a blog

MY BLOG POST

I liked the show.....PRETTY DRAGON
------------------------------------------------

That was my post

BUT THE SHOW WAS AMAZING.
IT HAD A GIANT ROBOT DRAGON
AND CANDY
AND MAGIC
AND GOOD ACTING
AND I LUFFED IT.

I CAME BACK.

Hello. It's me. Again.

I'm sorry I never post. This'll be long.

SO TIRED OMG.

Maybe this won't be long.

NO IT WILL.

Maybe not.

IT HAS TO I PROMISED.

Fine then.

OH FUNNEH STOREH.

So you know I'm in the play.

(I'm not being sarcastic talking about the director)

So...my amazing, wonderful director was running this one number.

The pirates want to marry the daughters (ME)

I was paired with a guy I hate.

And the Director comes up to me and the dude and says "I'm going to ask you a question. Please answer honestly."
 Me: Okaaaaay?
She says: How would you feel about picking her up.
Me: UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Him: SURE!
Me: *Steps on foot*
Her: Okay, so maybe try picking her up like a baby?
He tries
It looks stupid
Her: Try slinging her over your shoulder
This works
Her: Okay, PROTEST
Me: *Protests*

So, as we ran the number again, some people were taken out to see the reaction
Pirate man: *Picks up*
Me: *Kicks and struggles*
AND EVERYONE LAUGHS
Director:  BEAUTIFUL

AND....scene.

I'm tired.

I changed my blog.


I'm now a police man/daughter in Pirates of Penzance.

I'm kinda ignoring blogger right now, but eventually...I promise in January I'll post all month. OH EM GEE.

I'm not having a good month, and I'm probably going to turn into the guy who carries the world on his back, because that's how I feel. Sorry if my trouble's aren't good enough for you.

So MUCH WORK.

I finally got my hair cut.

Short post.

Post later.

Sorry.

FINE THEN.

LOOK, I'M POSTING. HAPPY?

Sorry, I was sick.
 And it was Thanksgiving.
 This is short. BAI SORRY BETTER POST TOMMORROW

PURPLE-HAIRED FAIRIES!!!!!

I know, I know, I haven't posted in forever. Sorry! *Slaps FAIL sign to face.* Watch Charlieissocoollike!


I saw Midsummer's Night Dream (BRAVO, Thankyouverymuch) on Friday, and Puck had purple hair. Ya.
I had a pack of M&M's while I was remembering the good ol' days when I was Ophelia last year. Hehe.

Jenna must post a review of my role as an 8-year old girl from the Victorian Era. No, I'm not 8. I did pretty good, apart from scaring the crap out of some lady. And I was out of character when I waved to JC at her view. MAH HAIR WAS CURLEH.

I'm auditioning for the Play.

I won the first soccer play off. Then we lost the second. 'Cause they cheated. Really!

I have to go now. I PROMISE, I'll post for a whole week month if a random person follows me.

How the soccer field looks when it's just raining, there's a glow off the mud, you shove me to the goal...

FEARLESS! WOOT WOOT.


I had a soccer game. In the freezing rain. And, being the brilliant idiot I am, I forgot a jacket. But we won!
6-1.


I'm making poor Jenna's fish dizzy, cause it's fun.


REALLY TIRED.


SO MUCH WORK.


Ah, book club.

ANGER

LOl.

kthxbai

You can't click this post, because you're not smart enough. I SEE YOU MOVING THE MOUSE, DON'T YOU DARE!

FOLLOW ME. Kat has, like, 6 followers, and I only have two. Follow me.

Sorry 'bout the small post, and I was yelling at you.

Poem Entitled: One Wastable (Is that a word) Wish.

If I had just
                 one
wastable
                        wish
I would
f
 o
   r
    g
      e
        t
about using my
                        one
                               wastable
                                              wish
on anything
cause my
                one
                       wastable
                                     wish
is a secret. And even I don't know.

Dreams and Eleanor Roosevelt

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

-Eleanor Roosevelt.

I love this quote, because it's so beautiful.

Sleep, Soccer Games, and Suits.

Ok-ay, Mira borrow the title of my last post, but I can't blame her.

I'm so tired.


3 Hours Later

Just had my soccer game, tied.

Still Later


GO HUSKIES! Homecoming game today, my bro's going with his GF.
To homecoming, my brothers in Marching Band.

They make me crazier, crazier...

The title's a song by Taylor Swift, a reference to my friends.


Well, I've got nothing to say. For once, I have no opinion. So, down to serious bid-ness:

List of things that annoy me:
1. When people act like they know you, but don't. I mean, really?
2. When people try to be nice when you're upset. When you most want them to back off.
3. When you like something and they insult what you like.
4. When your friend is ignoring you and act like they don't want to talk to you.
5. When people hit you with a door or shove you or something, and they don't say "Oh, Sorry!"
6. When people think you're short when you are a fairly average height and say "Gosh, you're really short!"
7. When people tell you do do one thing, and then they list all the stuff they want you to do.
8. When people just keep blabbering to you when you CLEARLY are not in the mood to talk.
9. When people say "Oh, I love that singer, yeah, yeah!" When they have no idea who you're talking about.
10. When people think you're weird 'cause you have a different view on things.

IS SAD....

Hi, As you can see, I've added my little number county thing. And it doesn't have enough numbers. Cheer me up by, I dunno, tell your friends, family, dog, cat, elephant, teacher, circus trainer, self, etc. And, if you like, come back. Enjoy life for a while. AND: COOOOOONTEEEEESSTTTTTT!!!!!!!! If you comment back and I don't know you, I will post about you, and give you an honorable mention thing.

SILENCE, YOUNG IDIOTS.

Psssshhhhh....The phone rang, btw. You people from Russia like my blog. I'm fairly shocked at the amont of people who read this...

BE SILENCED, AND SPEAK.

Okay, today has been EPIC, I got a 97% on my math test, and math is my worst subject.

....

COME ON, BE HAPPY FOR ME!!!!!!!!

Ah, but one part of this day sucked. LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA.
I have to write an essay about me, my hobbies, and stuff. My only excuse for a hobby was writing. My only excuse to my teacher? This is our conversation

Me: I write as a hobby.
Her: Do you play sports?
Me: Sort of.
Her: Do you play an instrument?
Me: Sort of.
Her: Is that it?
Me: Yeah, well.

As you can see, all the work gets to you.



I'm wondering if I should just give up, 'cause I read over the post thinking "Boring, boring, bor- Okay, was ANY of this funny?" ...Oh well, suck it up.

Me and my stupid pride...are sitting here alone...going through the photographs, staring at the phone...

If you're wondering, I am waiting for the phone to ring.


I feel like crying. I don't know why. I just want to explode. I feel like every bit of stress in me is welling up, and I'm going to feel like fireworks...I hate math. But, again, it's all I have :P. FA-UL. I want to just start singing, so brb


*Returns five minutes later*


DONE!


I HATE MATH BLAH BLAH.

This post is going to be just me saying "I hate math" And being bored. I give up.

Wonder.

Dear audience, but I'm mostly directing this to anyone. Please, please please. Answer this, no matter who you are.

I mostly write the title, then I just type. It never works. Why can't life be simple, why does it have to be complicated? I'm asking seriously. Why can't, when you have luck, why does it turn on you? Bad, bad, good. That's the order everything comes in. Worse it is, the good is better.

Missing You,

To all those who I miss, who I don't remember, who remember me and can't say it.

I remember all those wishes, those dreams,
the ones we could fly, so far away, it seems.
But there's always an end, to the very start,
and my little dreams all fell apart.
Missing you, wishing too,
hardly even lying...
every night I sit there, missing you and crying.


Mimi made a new blog (lookingatthestarswithoutyou.blogspot.com) I almost changed the name of my blog to to that before...gr.

Sorry!

I'm not really posting much...I should, but I've been working my *** off, and it's not helpful. I'm doing a little "Re-inventing" of my blog, so...

I'M SO FRICKEN TIRED. GOOOOD, I hate this. For all reading this, just comment. Make my day, otherwise you get one of three

1) A cranky AJ. Not fun.
2) A good, long, loud list of swears.
3) A finger.

So. Bye. Sorry.

OMG EPICNESS!

This week has been one of the worst and one of the best weeks of my uneventful life. Why?
Yesterday my cell phone turned on randomly in the middle of the school day, and I had to turn it off. A teacher thought I was texting. And they yelled at me. (Gr.) The same day, I forgot my lunch... and then I had 4 zillion pounds of homework. BUT it was fairly awesome because (I love history SO MUCH) the historical society here is giving a Haunted House walk. And some people has to pretend to be the ghost and tell they're stories. I get to dress up as a little Victorian girl, and people from all over the world come to see the historical art and stuff, so! And I have more views, 7 from Russia (!) viewed my blog (!) If you have no clue who's writing this blog, please comment. Aw, whatever, even if you do. COMMENT!

Stats!

OMFG, THANK YOU! I have the written amount of views in each country.

US: 116

Canada: 7

Israel: 1

UK: 6

Denmark: 1


Thank you so much for all this :) Please read it more and subscribe, comment and this isn't some crappy advertisement.

My brain is broken.

My brain refused to get up and work this morning, so I tried putting water in my cereal. Then I screamed at my T.V to turn on. So when I woke up, I wrote a poem:

Art
When the paintbrush hits the canvas, it becomes a masterpiece.
When the pen hits the notebook, it's a story,
When I hit you, why isn't it as beautiful?

Lovely, ain't it?
And then I just sat on my computer (Yes. I sat on it.) Rephrase: When I sat IN my chair and turned ON my computer, I just did nothing.  Then I sat around. My brother is in Wisconsin. NEW POEM:

Stupidity
All the world is stupid,
all the world is bland,
when they go and get their coffee,
Oh isn't it grand?

My brain is broken. Don't expect many posts.

1,2,3 It's POSTING time!

Okay! I had the most awkward Saturday ever. So I went to the Costco with El Mama and El Papa. And I got my sunglasses (My brother had some like these that I love) They're aviators with white frames. I bumped into several walls without my normal glasses. Then I went home and sat around and listened to Taylor Swift's new single Mine!!!!!!!! (LISTEN TO IT. NOW.) Somewhere in the middle of that process my friend Sophia called to ask if I wanted to go rollerskating. So I said yeah and her dad got lost looking for it. When we did indeed find it, it was closed and we went to Ed Debevic's (<3), where the waiters are purposely rude to you! The roller rink was still closed, so Sophia and I went to the Sports Authority and went up and down the escalators. Then they opened the roller rink doors, but wouldn't let us skate. So we FINALLY got to skate and I failed in the beginning. But I got pretty good. And I bought a stuffed bear named Bluebearry. Yep. It's meant to be spelled like that. He's not blue. I also got some shutter shades that are green and blink lights. It was very very very very very very fun. And now my knees are black and blue.

*Sigh*

For once I'm going to write about how awkward my day was.

Okay, so at around 8:30 AM Katherine calls me and says "Hey, wanna go to the library?"
"Umm...*Yawn* Mmmk...maybe later. Bye." Then around 2 hours later I'm awake and walking to the library. So we just hang out and stuff and Mira comes. And Katherine leaves and Mira and I sit around and talk. Then we go to my house and then the 7-11. We walk back and then walk my adorable fat dog Sasha.
So in my back alley there is a dead bird that's been rotting there for 3 weeks. (Did I mention that Zane was at a movie with friends?) So Sasha, being a dog, picks the bird up with her mouth (NO DUH AUDRA) and I can't get it out. So Mira gets one of Sasha's sticks, but (OOPS) to late, Sasha ate it. Eww. So we go back and Zane and his friends are sitting in his room. I come up and say "Oh, don't let her lick you!" Zane: "Umm...Why?" Mira: "Because she ate a dead bird!" And we run away! And then I blog!

Letter.

My creativity is being used by writing. We here at Looking at The Sky apologize. The Blurbs, rants, hyper outbursts, etc, are going to be on hold for a while.

Poem

I promised a Poem, but first:
I don't like this poem. I'm in a big mood to write. But this is odd.









 I sit outside
and look at the sky,
grey, with rain,
like the tears streaming
and hitting the paper,
of the ending I couldn't write
out of every story,
every happily ever after,
this one remained without the
two words, so famous,
because they end,
and now I
write them, but the story is not finished.


And I leave you with this profound question: Why?

Me is being crazy!

I JUST HAD COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It be so YUMMEH.
So now I will recite poetry.

Smile
I sit with
my best friends
And they make me
Smile.
When I joke
with my best friends
they make me
Smile.
So why can't
the rest of the
world be a good place
and make me
Smile?


The end!

Story

I wrote this out of boredom. No idea where it's going. Title contest!

I was bored. Summer never gave me many options, as I was a nerdy klutz, not at all good at making friends. On the off chance that anyone would come up to me in my new town and say "Hi, my name is ____", They would chatter about the school and how they would show me around. When I could fit it in I would say "Hi, I'm Alice Rosante" When that was the only reply, they would walk away and gossip about me. It didn't matter. Dad always said "Whatever opinion other people have of you doesn't matter, Alice. It's your opinion that matters." But he's gone, and I have nothing to do about it. After Dad died, Mom and I moved around for ages. Now we live in Eagle River, Wisconsin. I sighed. I was sitting on my new back porch by the lake, trying to draw it. It was odd, but I could only draw eyes. Wierd. Only one eye, never two. I was a strange fish to everyone but my father. We were two peas in a pod, two eyes on a face, two voices in a conversation. That was always the way it had been.




Chapter Two

I laid on my sky colored bed, in my sky colored room, looking out my window at the sky colored sky. I loved the sky, every single thing about it. It was something you couldn't draw, not with every piece of paper, not with every crayon, colored pencil, paint, or marker. No matter what. Then it reminded me: Dad had given me a note before he died, and I didn't get what it meant.



Alice,

I know that we always star-watch, or sky watch in the day time,
so I want you to do me this one favor. Watch every day and night with your telescope, and you will know. 'Why?' is the question you always ask, and soon you will get it all. I promise.

Love,

Daddy-O



I guessed that he was not going to tell me through this note, so he was going to find another way. I was positive about that. I pulled my telescope out of its box, and looked out. The sun had begun to set as I read my note over and over, and it was almost night. Mom was at work and wouldn't be coming home anytime soon, so she left money for pizza. The telescope could wait. I skidded across the newly waxed floor and ran to the tiny shelf on which we kept phone books. I dialed the number for Clark's Pizza. Soon I was munching on tasty anchovy pizza, another weird thing.

Soon Mom came home and joined me. "How was work?" I asked. "Pretty good. The antique sales at the store are really awesome! Which reminds me, I got you a present" she said. She looks nothing like me, except for her eyes. Bright green, like a lizard. Mine is a messy dark blond and super curly, while her's is black as a forest at night. Mom is beautiful, and I really wish I looked like her. I never will.





Chapter Three

Mom took me over to a box that was about the size of a small book, but a fat one. For a minute I thought it was a book. Then I saw it was wrapped in sky paper. I ripped off the paper a smiled. It was like a music box, but you couldn't open it.

It was honey colored wood, and in a little window there was a drawing of the sun sinking below clouds. Beneith that was a line from the song Tomorrow from the musical Annie,

Tomorrow, tomorrow,

I love you, tomorrow,

You're always a day away!

"Oh Mom, I love it!" I cried as I hugged her. "I knew you would," She said, laughing, "Remember when your father took you to the show?" I nodded and ran upstairs to put it in my room, right by my telescope. As I looked at the sky, it all seemed clear.

Dad knew, as I had a stubborn belief in procrastination, that I would not look out until nighttime. He wanted me to break that habit and look during the day. I promised myself to look very first thing when I woke up. Or at least after breakfast. 'No. Before breakfast. No matter what. DON'T FORGET!', I thought to myself. I wrote about it on my billboard with highlighter so I would see first thing in the morning.

Screaming at the Sky:

BOOOOOORED. I've done nothing for soooo long... I think I may explode *Blows up* K, bye.

Dear Bored Self,

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED. No one will go online or text or ANYTHING! It's already noon. BOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell Me: WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!?!?!?!

My looooooooooong trip to WIS-CON-SIN.

I was in Wisconsin for a week with extended family. Here's the schedule for my rather odd stupid fun oddly stupid and fun week.

Saturday: I got there, had appetizers for dinner.

Sunday: Got a normal boat, and my rather (cough cough) odd Uncle Jeff got a speed boat. My cousin Grace and I (Grace is Jeff's daughter) went Inner-tubing on this, and I tipped upside-down and still hung on! (Hold your applause) Then Jeff, who, (trust me) CANNOT DRIVE, noticed about 10 minutes AFTER that I was upside-down, and finally stopped. Or, it felt like 10 minutes.

Monday: Boated in the morning and then went hiking in the afternoon. We went to Watersmeet, Michigan, HOME OF THE NIMRODS! Yep. The Nimrods. We soon found out why. After seeing some BEAUTIFUL waterfalls, we went on a picnic (My cousin Samantha was sick, so her family stayed) with Uncle Jeff, Aunt Pam, Grace, Laura, Jen (I'm listing these by family, K?) Uncle Rick Aunt Sherry (Aka  Uncle Ricardo, as we sometimes call my uncle) Me, My family, Grandma, and Grandpa (or Grandpapa). Then we went to find the place with the Palding light (after one tiny story I will tell the nimrods part). My mom got lost, NO THANKS TO LACK OF INTERNET AND WIFI, and we saw ravens, so my Aunt Sherry started quoting  Edgar Allen Poe (Yep, she rocks) and so did my brother. Well, sorta. We were all so loopy that my brother said "Quote the raisin, never more" Instead of "Quote the raven, never more" We FINALLY got there, two hours before the light was supposed to come, I might add. We saw a beaver house, (I really think I shouldn't say the other word) and I came up with a complex scheme about the government and beavers. Then more people showed up, and more, and more, and more. And so, the Palding Light is totally fake, as we waited TWO HOURS and saw cars, with out sitting down. Sherry got in an argument with one guy that they were cars, (and yes, they were, she had binoculars) we left then.

Tuesday: Boating and Inner-tubing. And then...TACO TUESDAY! We ate tacos (No Duh, self) and my cousin Grace and I, (We're great friends) were on clean-up. So, this question I ask you: How did two of the youngest get put on the hardest clean-up job?

Wednesday: I really have NO idea...I think we had a sponge relay...

Thursday: Um...Boating???? Oh yeah, Jeff flipped me in the inner-tube...4 TIMES. Not fun. And all of us children made dinner. Grace and I made fruit salad.

Friday: We inner-tubed, then Uncle J, Aunt P, Grace, Laura, and Jen left along with Samantha and Family. Oh yeah, we went go-karting.

Saturday: I left...and came home, and started writing this.

Yay!

This song is from FAME. I love it, so I thought I'd share.
I don't own this...Um...If I need to add that...I'd rather not go to jail...


Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4761JzIa6U4

Dear Unique Maggie,

I always think about my name. I never liked it, but know I realize that I know one Audra (Audra MacDonald) but I looked up the meaning of it. Audra Def 1: Nobility, Strength. Audra Def 2: Storm.
But I figured out that my name is weird, like me. It fits.

Uniquely, Audra

Dear Maggitastic (Just had to say it) Buddy,

Here is a convo between Me and Mira...
Random Status Updates: Audra

Just finished an entire paper about The Battle of Antietam. Mood=Accomplishy
Do you ever think the bad guy should kick the good guys ***? Mood: Deep...
Was outside looking for ants for my dad.....then i found them...my dog ate them Mood=WTC???

Random Status Updates: Mira

If I could, I would scream Mood=...Deep

If I wanted to, I'd finish/start my Robert E Lee project Mood=Bleh/Lazy
If I could, I'd tell everyone my secrets Mood=Secretive
If I could, I'd cut my hair only up to my cheekbones, and no one would care Mood = Deep again -.-

Random Status Updates: Audra

If everyone knew that I would rule the world someday, there would be A LOT of grovelling... Mood=deep

I could crawl into school dieing and scream that terrorists were going to bomb the kids, and the teachers would run outside screaming YAY! EARLY SUMMER!!!! Mood=possible
The impossible is possible, so therefore impossibility is impossible and my first statement dosent matter... Mood=deep
If I could do anything i wanted, I would run screaming outside, grab you and my dog (and other things), find Maggie, and fly to Hollywood to get our own TV show...Mood=The sky's the limit...

More From Audra:
The sky is such a deep color, but it's also see through... Mood=deep

I found a broken plate in my backyard...I'M AN ARCHAEOLOGIST! Mood=findy
My eccentric thoughts make life interesting Mood=Colorful
Death won't stop me from being different...Mood=eccentric

More From Mira:

I got a dollar for everytime I laughed ($1) then I'd be rich! Mood=richy...

If I could be a puma/panther/mountain lion/catamount ($1) then I'd be feared, and dead about 5 times ($1) Mood ($1)=Daydreaming
I found a...a...pencil! I must be a finder! ($1) Mood=Awesome
If I said everything that went on in my mind, half of you wouldn't want to be near me ($1) Mood=More awesome than before ($1)
I can watch footballers dance ($1), but not play football Mood=He he...watching TV
I love quotes. "Shut up, show up, and just go." is the quote for school. ($1) Mood=Truth
I believe in ghosts, and that's why I keep looking out the window. ($1) Mood=Creeped out.
I like glitter and sparkly dresses. ($1) Mood=Truthful
I am a very lovey type of person, I don't show it much, but I am. Mood=Uhh...($1)
I just made a friend, he's homeless...:
Poor guy. Mood=Friendful
 
More From Audra:
 
The supernatural is so natural to me! Mood=Normal

If I had a dollar for all the thoughts I have that are weird, I would be pouring money...Mood=strange

Blurb to Self, Sky, and any Idiots (That's you) Who'll listen

The Sky is so pretty today. No clouds. But when it's not windy or thunderstorm/ tornado-y, It's boiling hot, with the most beautiful sky ever. That's just during the summer. But the point is, when we're not facing water or death threat weather, Oak Park has my kind of sky. I stare at the sky a lot. Now, while I write my blurb at 6:43 AM, Thursday, June 24th, 2010, I realize...My dog is fat. And I am tired.


Blurbingly,
Audra

Musing...

Listening to Muse again. Thinking is hard, because I always put myself somewhere else, and I come back dissapointed.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night...

Muse-y, Audra...

Note To self:

Remain in character on stage, even if you're in ensemble!

Questions for Maggie,

Maggie,

Why is life so stupid? I suppose that's a dumb question. You understand me well. You know that it bothered me that you hung out with my brother. I really want to know why everyone is so mean. Life's not fair. I learned that a LONG time ago. I remember how many arguments we had. School's over. Done with that Craphole-of-a School. The one we left every day. The one we forgot your sister at when we found Elmo the worm. Why do I always remember the old man who lived in the basement of your house? I just want to tell you about all of those annoying people we hated. Some moved, some just disappeared. I miss you a lot. I really hate my brother.

Letters to Myself

Audra,
You have a habit of getting ready to write, and then TOTALLY forgetting. Write to yourself so you won't forget if you have more stupidly amounted Middle School work. Even though we are ripping off one amazing blog right now, Musings of a Wannabe Star, this is still fun. Think, Think, Think, Think. Guess what I'm doing now!


Thinkful,
Audra

Wow.

Dear random people who stumble on my blogs: What is the most emotionally disturbing or torturing thing your parents have ever done in front of you?


Wonder-y, Audra...

Ah, Muse. It Helps Me Muse.

Maggie,
My brother is listening to a band named Muse. It's awesome. By the way, does Sam still have his band Phobia? No idea. Hm...How old is Josie now? Do you still call her Josie? Do you still have Pete the cat? Ah, so many questions that remain unanswered.


Musingly,
Audra?

Dear Self,

Take a picture of Audra before you start on your first day of B.R.A.V.O and then take one after your last show. See how good your life is then, and look at it now. Different, right? You'll see how much living without the mean people at your school is easy. You'll know.