Apologies

So to my dear readers, I am terribly sorry to lately announce that I will be taking a break from blogging until after school lets out, and that will be May 25th. What with finishing assignments, getting caught up, and finals fast approaching, I haven't found time to blog, or just plain forgotten to. One of those moments where you mean to do something, and then get distracted and forget. Repeat that at least several different times, and you have me. So, soon enough now, I will see how I did for my first year in high school, and how my summer starts off. So here are some things that happened and are going to happen.

What did happen in the last three weeks:
*Went on a three day trip to Anchorage, and toured UAA
*Went on a three day trip to Old Harbor to learn about DC electric currents (super fun!)
*Got a third horse, a chestnut brown thoroughbred, named Junie B. She's 18 years old, same as my horse.
*Been driving a lot more.

To happen soon:
*Graduate the ninth grade with decent grades
*Leave Chiniak School and go to the high school
*Krab Fest
*Five-day hike on a trail close to Anchorage.

Thanks All, and you will hear from me soon!
 

More Than A Feeling

So anyone reading this who experienced a sibling leaving the house for the first time might know what I am talking about. My oldest brother, Abe, has already moved away, and I cried every night for nearly a week when he left. Which I think is kind of funny, because for the longest time, I seriously didn't like him. In fact, none of my siblings liked him when we were younger. He would get so mad, even over the dumbest things. Once, I tagged him 'too hard' and he ran after be until I locked myself in my room and stayed in there for over an hour. There would be other times where we would be running to the house "Abe's gonna kill me!" oh, what times those were. But then, he left to boot camp in South Carolina for the National Guard. And all of a sudden, my heart just shattered. I've only seen him a little while after that, and I miss him so much. I admit, he has matured greatly, but he is still my brother, and I love him dearly.

And then there's Erik. That lug of a boy has the body of a grown man, but still the childish manner of a 12-year-old. He is, how do you say, a smart alec wise guy sometimes, but others still, he's a six-year-old laughing all giddy like after he pranks someone really bad. He's leaving in a month to Texas for the Air Force Boot Camp. I am slightly happy that he is leaving 'temporarily', but only because that means I get his room. A room all my very own. I did have it before when Abe left, but then his girlfriend moved in. But at the same time, I feel ashamed for saying that. Yeah, leave already so I can have your room! Not what I really want. But, kids grow up. And I know that one day I will leave too. And I am so unprepared for that transition.

I don't think anyone is truly ready, until finally, it's time.

A No-Title Blog That Apparently Has A Title😂

Good day, my readers! I am so sorry for the long delay, but I was on a trip to Anchorage, and there was no wifi where I stayed. How evil! It was, just a bit. I mean, I think that I am the only sixteen-year-old without a cell phone, so I rely on my computer to text my parents.

Anyways, just dropping a little note, to ask why I got no comments from my readers on the game!😢😢😢 Was it that bad???????

Please give me tips on what blogs you would like to see, and how long, because I try to keep them short and simple. Like this one. Ask me questions, see if we have anything in common. ALSO, invite me to your blogs. Obviously most of you will have them, I'm sure. And I will talk more about my trip in the next blog. Technically, right now I am supposed to be reserching Shakespeare. 😖

Lets Play A Game

Don't worry, it's nothing like all those horror movies. I really want to start seeing what my public sees, and wants to see.

I was sitting on the bus ride home, thinking of HOW I could get this going. I follow Rick Lax on Facebook, an awesome magician, when I don't figure out how he did it, and he has given me an idea or two. So, here's how it's gonna work, through trial and error.

All you have to do is comment, like 'Hey, I love your blogs, but I want to see more on horses."

And say there are six comments. I would take a die, and roll it. And if you happened to be the second comment, and I rolled a two, then my next post would be about horses.

Let's see what becomes of this. Maybe I will make it an annually Monday thing. :-)

And PLEASE don't feel scared to comment. Whatever it is that you write, I won't judge. What you put on is up to you, not me. Please, please, please put some comments!

As Unique as a Unicorn!

Exactly what the title says. Why, you may ask? Because everyone in the world is different. No one is at all exactly like someone else. Sure, you may have something in common, but that doesn't mean that anyone can tell or make you do something that goes against your personal standards. And that can be anything: listening to music, playing a game, wearing someone's clothes, etc. Anything that you don't want to do, doesn't make it your fault. Trust me on that.

I knew someone once, whom I thought was my friend, but it now turns out that she wasn't. (not Elizabeth) She changed to please people, giving her the nickname 'chameleon'. See, when you change to make someone happy, you yourself will not be. It's like my other blog, talking about makeup. Your putting a falsehood up, giving off impressions, but at the end of the day you will have to wash it off.

And I'm not saying that you, the person reading the blog, is a fake. You are unique, in more ways then one. God made you special. So before I close this one, I want to say something that Ronald Reagan once said, in reference to lefties (me), and mixed cultural families:
"All great change in America begins at the dinner table."
And that, my friends, is so very true.

Those Embarrassing Moments In Time

So we all have those photos that we wish were burned, right? Ugh, same. I actually have some that should never have been taken in the first place. But hey, blackmail, right? That's what my mom always says. So take a moment to look at some of these pictures taken within the last few years, and have a good laugh.

My mom and one of my brothers. I can't for the life of me remember what he was talking about besides the fact that he was imitating someone. Maybe Jeff Dunham in a pries? That was probably the best trip we took so far; driving all the way from Homer to Fairbanks and back again within two weeks. It was something alright. Then this picture, of one of my little sisters eating a sour raspberry.

Continued by my brother dressed as Minnie Mouse.  He is such a goob!

So you know those scary pics that you see pop up at the end of those videos you show your friends to make them freak out? Well, this could totally used for one. My youngest sister, making a face unlike any other.

The two most perfectly timed photos ever taken. Me and my best friend Elizabeth above, and my oldest brother dressed up for prom below.

These pictures are what memories are made of. You look at them later on in life and laugh about the good times shared with those in your life. Memories are what makes life more understandable, when you look back at what made you happy. So a good trick to do, is to get the most hilarious picture you have ever taken, and put it in your wallet, pocket, purse, etc. and when you feel down, just pull it out and have a laugh. :-)

School Food

Ok, so last Monday, I saw that we were going to have a chicken salad for lunch, and i was honestly too lazy to make lunch. So I told our lunch lady when I got to school that I was having lunch. And do you know what my amazedly envisioned chicken salad turned out to be? A can of cat food and a bag full of cracker crumbs.

So I had to substitute in my BBQ Pringles, pumpkin seeds, and various fruit cups to make this my new wholesome lunch of the day. Yum, so healthy, too.

And that was my lunch. Because the stuff that the school board was trying to feed us was absolutely disgusting. Absolutely balderdash for the people who thought that we might have actually enjoyed pretending to be a cat. If our cats would even eat the chicken. That I will never know. We need REAL food for lunch! Pizza, meatloaf, teriyaki chicken on rice, chili, real food for real people!