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Because my last post wasn’t exactly “normal,” I’ll be doing another one for you guys. I would like to tell you that I have been working like a dog on the love poem I’ve promised, however, that would be a lie. I want to write this poem I’m just afraid it will be too mushy and cliche, or it will be the whole “love isn’t a bouquet of roses it’s the smiles we share” thing which is sooooooooooo over done that it makes me want to barf. 
Anyway, moving on. About my last post “Nine Days Until Death” I decided to do that in the whole news reporter style because my English teacher last year made us do a project in the style of a newspaper article. She pretended to be different people for us to interview and then we wrote about the big thing that had happened. Throughout the interviews she kept looking at me, and she thought hard about the questions I asked. By the end of the thing she said that I was the only kid who took this assignment seriously and that I should consider a career as an investigative reporter for a newspaper or news show. As you all know, I want to be teacher. It’s all I talk about and it’s even on my bucket list!! Still, I should be looking at other occupational opportunities. Of course, the post I made in the news style was just for kicks and giggles, but it was kind of fun to try and observe every angle of the story. From the teens and kids, to the adults, to the stores, and even the kids without Summer vacation. I tried to add every point of view. I suppose it’s good to keep an open mind about all of this. But I think I need to remember that I’m only 14 (well almost 15) and I have time. I don’t have to be so worried yet….. Then again when haven’t I been worried about my future?? Oh well. Join us next time here at wordpress’s awesome blog 
-adviceateleven

New Stuff


Okay, I’m going to put myself out there. Close my eyes and really take a leap of faith. What I’m going to do could either be steroids to my confidence or be another wrecking ball hurtling towards the torn and shredded self esteem left in me. Alright so I’m being a wee bit melo-dramatic. All I’m really going to do is add tags to my posts. I hope that by adding tags, my blog posts will pop up on like search engines and what not. You know you type in, tags, and there this post is.

Anyways, I’m in a good mood. It may be late at night, I may be surrounded by crumpled and crushed kleenex due to my allergies to who knows what, and yeah I may have just been bawling my eyes out (no doubt I’ll be paying for that when I wake up with red, puffy eyes). However I have not let the current circumstances put a damper on my mood. Yup, it’s all sunshine, unicorns, and pretty music. (Plus I still got my sense of humor!!) So due to my blissful temperament I’m going to update you guys on the good in my life at the moment.

So, the sunshine I would say is this song I’ve been listening to. It also happeneds to be the cause of my uncontrollable crying. This song is pretty old, but regardless of its age I intend to learn how to sing this song, and I have been practicing for days. Lovely by Sara Haze is this song that I am head over heels for. Its meaning is simply put yet beautifully said with a cascading voice and soft piano tones. I’m absolutely enchanted by this song.

Next, the unicorns. Which would also be yet another reason for my tears. I’m starting some summer acting classes at a collage close by. I’m so excited, yet it means I will have to give up time well spent with my friends. Also, the next week I’m going to a sleep away camp. No phone, computer, or friends.

Ah the pretty music (I guess this one should be the song but whatever, it’s my blog I do what I want haha). The pretty music would have to be Luke. He makes me happy and he happens to be the reason the bawling stopped. Who would have thought one smile he put on my face could turn around my night completely?? I sure didn’t. I don’t know how he does it, he makes my heart feel like it’s having helium pumped into it and any second my body will join my head in the clouds. Of course it isn’t always picnics on cloud nine. Every once in a blue moon we disagree, and we get depressed, and I fear he will realize that there’s no way in this universe I will ever be good enough for him. How he puts up with me, is a mystery I’ll probably never solve, and one I don’t think I want to solve.

Dang, do I sound like a lovesick puppy or what???????? Actually can I be a lovesick kitten?? I think they’re cuter haha. (I’m kinda hoping he doesn’t read this post…. I sound so girly and eh needy, ehhhh my good mood’s gone I’m seriously considering deleting this entire post and just crying again. No, I said I would put myself out there, well world here I am) Okay so now that my pep talk to myself is over I will get to the meaning of this post. Basically there’s so much freaking bad in this world of ours. Crying, allergies, divorce, poverty, starvation, death. But man, just look at the wondrous good as well. Music, education, a smile when it seems as though you’ll never experience anything other than a frown ever again. Yeah, there’s a heck of a lot of bad, but the good is worth sticking around for, trust me.

-adviceateleven ❤