Your Own

 
     Remember when you were a little kid and you just had to tell your BFF everything that you "knew" and you had to make sure that they were no longer under the wrong impression? That never really ended that well now did it?

Now that we're older we have much more serious opinions and they are more real, much more real than pink is better than purple and stuff like that. But the little things. Things like if someone should say a certain word or phrase what they should wear But is it still every okay to try and force these small opinions on anyone?

No, of course it isn't.

There are times of course when you should press something, but on most things you probably shouldn't.

This post isn't directed at anyone who reads my blog because all of you have wonderful opinions that are very like my own most of the time, and even if you do think differently you have never tried to push it on me. This post isn't actually directed at anyone. I've just been thinking about it lately with Christmas coming up and the age on Santa question.

I know many people on the forms that I am on that will come onto some form where a little kid is talking about Santa and tell them that they're stupid, everyone knows he isn't real. But you know what, it isn't up to them to tell them that. They enjoy that. Let them. Nor is it up to them to tell their parents that they shouldn't raise their kids believing in Santa Claus. That isn't up to them either. I know people who didn't do Santa when they were little and they have their own things that they associate with Christmas and have ever sense they were little. But I was raised with Santa and I still love the idea. Everyone has a different idea.

Also, have you ever had someone look at something that you're wearing and tell you that you shouldn't wear that of just give you one of those looks that says “how dare you?” I have. And it's irritating. They are welcome to not wear it if they want to, but I personally have no problem with people wearing tank tops or whatever, and in the long run, is it really that important?

And of course, people are very welcome to have their own opinions about absolutely everything. In fact, I think that they should. And they should try to spread them if they really are something that they think needs spreading. That's the way that all great things are created right? And people have free speech, that is one of our greatest rights. But please, if it isn't important, don't force it on one person in particular. Spread it, but don't focus on one person.

Thanks once again to all my wonderful friends for never doing something like this.
 what do you guys think? Have you ever had someone try and press an opinion on you about something that really isn't that big of a deal? And do you think I'm wrong and that you should push the small stuff? Comment and let me know!!!<3

I won!

I only got 6000 words written, but hey, that's some right?

Why is a raven like a writing desk

I googled the answer for reasons and I came up with this beautifical answer from Lewis Carroll himself.

Q: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
A. “Because it can produce a few notes, tho they are very flat; and it is never put with the wrong end in front!”

Is this not wonderful!!!???!!!


BTW, does anyone actually read this blog anymore? I haven't gotten a comment in forever.

Mockingjay Two

It. Was. Amazing. I loves every moment of it. It was really sad and touching, I actually cried a couple times in the theater. It was dark, no one could see. A couple of the pieces of the plot they changes, such as the way one of the smaller characters dies and who went in to talk too Peeta, but overall they kept the main parts in. And it was great. Some of the scenes I will forever have imprinted into my mind. Like the mutts in the sewers and what happens after that... I won't spoiler it for you if you haven't read it or scene it, but for my fellow Hunger Games fans, they did that scene wonderfully and all the other scenes like it wonderfully. The only things I didn't like about it was that Annie and Finnick didn't have many scenes together and neither did Katniss and Johanna. But other that that it was really good!
Best thing of all, you get to fins out more about what happed to Gale!!!!! Party!!!!
Go watch it now!

Yet another drama post

Girl's Dressing Room- " awwwww, you're so pretty in that dress!" "You're a genius!" "Has anyone seen my hanger?"

Suddenly in the Boy's Dressing Room- " For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fe-el-low! WHICH NOBODY CAN DENY! HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY!! "

Girls Room- *everyone falls over laughing*

They're gone

     For the last year and a half I have been totally obsessed with a book series, the Lunar Chronicles. The last one came out on the tenth. I stayed up until 3am last night reading it.
     It's just as great as the other books. I laughed, I cried, it moved me Bob. ( Veggie tales anyone?) It was really, really, really good.
     But now I'm done with the series. All the characters are gone, and I can only live through the old stories again. I had to share this moment with you all. My life is over now. Farewell.

flashbacks

     I open up a drawer and see a paper with the words "Harry Potter Planning" written on it and I remember the time I saw on my best friends bed with her and we wrote the first chapter or the book that would become one of the great parts of my life that I could always turn to when I needed to write something so I could  get inspired. I read through the list and laugh. Half of the peoples whose names are written down on the paper I haven't even seen in months, and the other half have changed.
     I open my closet to go through my clothes and take out the summer ones. I pick through the clothes. I swear everything hanging on the rack had a story. The shirt that I bought on the shopping trip with my friend where we ate at every single place in the small shopping mall where we live. The sweater that I bought at JCPennys well my sister and her friend went up and down and up and down the escalator. And the book that I wrote last year is hidden at the back of the closet. I remember writing it.
     A family in the parking lot brings back the memory of a little girl jumping with me and about a million stuffed animals on her trampoline. Of her mom telling me how she had asked for me to come back later that day. I remember her saying my name.
    


     How many more flashbacks will we have in a few years? How many will we laugh at like the clothes in the closet and how many will we cry for like the little girl?

one more month

Less than a month before opening night for Christmas on the Ranch and Papa Panov's Magic Christmas!!!

No, I'm not just trying to make myself post, what are you talking about...

Halloween and NaNoWriMo

     This past Halloween was the best Halloween I've had in a long time. I got to spend it with some friends this year instead of all by myself in the freezing cold. I went as Alice in Wonderland, the only downside to that costume being the high heels that I was clomping around in all night. I spend the evening with a bunch or Star Wars people, and was horribly confused having not watched Star Wars sense I was about eight.
     I met The Red Queen who was about five and thrilled to know that she wasn't the only person there from Alice In Wonderland. I also found out that the games at the Fall Festival hate me. I did the Cake Walk over and over and over again and I didn't win once, the balloons jumped out of the bean bags way, and the scarecrow tried its best to block me. And don't get me started on the Spider Toss, Football Toss, or Balloon Pop. It was terrible. I did nothing to those games. I left that place with five pieces of candy. It was a rip-off! But it was a great rip-off because a ton of my friends were there.
     Then I went to a smaller party at one of our friends houses. It was... interesting to say the least. I threw eyeballs into cups, watched people get wrapped in toilet paper, ate caffeine filled cupcakes, and sneezed about eight million times because someone had on perfume or something that tried to kill me via sneeze.
     But the most interesting part of the night was the Just Dance game. It was... It was... *dies laughing* I can not possibly explain the beauty of this game. I did the Just Dance song by Lady GaGa and Gangam Style. I also watched a ton of other people do dances... *falls over* *can't go on*