Tuesday, December 6

Meet Excitement


You know those annoying kids in front of you waiting to purchase the newest toy from Who Cares Inc.? The ones that can barely contain their excitement and are almost jumping off the walls? The ones that are seconds away from peeing their pants if they can’t get their hands on this new toy? You know those  right? Well…. That’s totally me right now! By this Saturday I’ll be on an airplane headed to Allentown, Pennsylvania. No not New York, not Paris, not Tokyo, I did mean Allentown! Allentown may not be as exciting as the rest, it may not be super fun or have the world’s largest shopping mall or be the fashion capital, but it is the location of Muhlenberg College! My dream school! And on Monday, I will be sitting down being interviewed by the one and only Ms. Cynthia Santiago! I should be nervous, but I’m not. I can’t wait to throw on my white and red (the school colors) t-shirt and plant my feet on the beautiful Muhlenberg grounds. I can’t wait to breathe in the crisp Fall Allentown air and shake hands with the lady in charge of looking over college applications. I’m so excited I can barely sit still. I am constantly checking out Muhlenberg’s website and updating myself on who is there and what’s the latest news! My suitcase is already packed and I’m counting down the days. Actually I’m counting down the hours, but days sounded more normal. I can barely contain my excitement and just want to scream out loud! My fingers are all jittery just thinking about being on the Muhlenberg campus and now I have to go to the bathroom…

*enter loud scream here*. 

Saturday, December 3

Meet Confindence


For a lot of people my age, confidence comes by naturally, but for me. It was something I had to work on. Being picked on every day throughout my childhood by my brother and classmates is possibly the major cause of my lack of confidence. Ha! Probably? It is! There wasn’t a day at school where I didn’t get called stupid or ugly or was even tripped on my way to the bathroom. Then when I got home, my brother picked on my non-stop. From stealing my Barbie dolls, to constantly calling me names (You’re such a loser Felisa! You suck at everything you do Felisa! You look ugly today Felisa!) to the point where I would throw a tantrum and slam my bed room door. My mother hated when we would slam doors and still does. So whenever I slammed a door, I was grounded. And whenever I was grounded, I had to stare at a corner for 3 hours. If I talked, another 30 minutes would be added. Whenever my mother wasn’t looking, my brother would find a way to throw a sock at my head, throw a rubber band, to throw anything to make me say something so mom would add another 30 minutes to my time-out. This happened at least once every week. All throughout middle school, I used to hate going home. By middle school the name calling had died down a bit, but I still got grounded because of my door slamming. I stopped with the tantrums because I was introduced to the iPod, which helped drown out my brothers constant mocking. It wasn’t until 10th grade that my confidence began to rise. This was due to the fact that my brother left the island for college. But every time I looked in the mirror, I still remembered the constant jabs from my old classmates, “Don’t you look ugly today!” I have a feeling it’ll haunt me for the rest of my life. I’m a senior now, and every once in a while I hear those voices in the back of my head. Today though I’m feeling extra confident! It was the level of “Don’t-mess-with-me-today-cause-i-will-snap-right-back-at-ya” on the Confidence scale. That’s a pretty high level if you ask me. It’s the level of total self-assurance without the narcissism. I don’t question my actions, I don’t hear those voices in my head, and I just go with the flow and enjoy it. 

Thursday, December 1

Meet Happy


This is how people usually like me. Like how I was in the past, during my naïve stage. Before I found out the truth about life, and before everything began to clear up. The sky is beautiful and blue and the air is crisp, except over by the chickens and goats near the theater. Over there smells like rotten eggs, but it doesn’t bother me on a day like this. A day when everything is looking up for me. A day when I feel so in control of my life and things go as planned with no unfortunate circumstances. I feel as though I can jump of a high cliff into an ocean with unexpected slabs of pointy rocks, and then be the person who miraculously survives. The lucky one, the blessed one, the one whose life is wonderful and amazing and just great. I love days like these. I wake up with a smile on my face and gently press the off button on my alarm clock, instead of throwing it across my room as I usually do every morning. This happy feeling, this blissful feeling, this idyllic feeling, this serene feeling, has truly been missed. By others as well as myself. It’s odd to be feeling this way, after all I did go through a long IDGAF phase where I cared about nothing at all greeted everything with anger and irritation. I was practically chasing people out of my life, and now I want to get them back. I’m in a better place, I don’t know how I got there, I don’t know what I did, I don’t anything, all I know is that I’m here, and I’m just happy. I’m content with my life; I wouldn’t change much about it if I had the opportunity too. The trees looks beautiful, they no longer obstruct my view. The flowers still smell bad, I have never enjoyed their fragrance, but I’m appreciating their beauty today. I can laugh at a joke and honestly say that it was funny. Smiling doesn’t feel fake. I can compliment my friends and actually mean what I say. I hope this feeling lasts for a while. There is always a longer interval between these phases, so I’m scared that I won’t feel this happy again for another few weeks, maybe even a month. I’m just going to take in every moment and enjoy it, while it lasts. 

Tuesday, November 29

Meet Annoyance


My friends are boy-obsessed teenagers. And it’s annoying the hell out of me. It wouldn’t be so bad if there was someone else out there who believes that there is more to life besides having a boyfriend. But I only have 3 best friends. And all 3 are boy-obsessed. Let me just tell you straight up that I am not jealous. I’ve had boyfriends in the past, and I like being single. I like being independent. I like not having to call or text someone because it’s the norm. I don’t need someone to tell me I’m beautiful. Hell, I already know I’m beautiful, and if I wanted attention from a guy, any guy I could just walk down Main Street and I’ll bet you $30 that I’ll get at least 3 honks, and a “Hey sexy” from every passing guy. I've come to the conclusion that my friends just like the male attention. It’s like they need to have a guy in their life. It’s a necessity to them. But hey, it’s their life!  But what really annoys me is when they tell me “You don’t understand Felisa. You’ve never been in my situation.” Well sorry that I don’t do long term relationships. Sorry I haven’t found that one guy who I’m completely in love with. I was just trying to help. Thanks for making me bad about myself. Really, “best friends.” Thanks. But seriously, that just pisses me off. I’m glad I haven’t been in their situations. I’m glad that I’m still enjoying my youth without being tied down. To me, being in a relationship is stupid when I’m still in high school. I have far more important things to worry about in my life. And my life does not revolve around boys. Sure every once in a while, I’ll go out on a date with a guy I like, but it’s nothing serious. In my opinion, we are far too young to know what love is. And I’m not in any rush to get my heart crushed. Just writing about this is pissing me off. Next time one of my friends comes to me for an opinion I’ll just be like, “Sorry, remember I don’t understand what you’re going through so talk to *******. Or talk to *******.” -.-

Sunday, November 27

Meet Misery


Like a child who lost his mother in a crowded supermarket. I have never felt so alone in my life. Like no one can understand anything that goes on. I complain, and no one listens. Like they are sick of hearing my complaints. But I don’t do it very often. Maybe once or twice a week. Not often at all.  I sit in the corner of my bedroom every night. Every. Single. Night. And I think about how much different my life would be if I had someone, anyone I can talk to. But every text I send out doesn’t get a response. Every phone call I make goes to voicemail. Every Facebook friend request I send, is ignored. On my twitter, 0 followers. Even total strangers don’t care. I remember this old guy at the corner of 4th Avenue and Broom Street. People would give him any little change they had. I bet if I were homeless and starving, people wouldn’t even give me a penny. They would look at my miserable face and think to their selves, “She deserves it. It’s all her fault she’s like this”. But I don’t, and it’s not. You’re probably thinking, “What a miserable, spoiled brat” while reading this… aren’t you? I’m not a spoiled brat, but I am miserable. Miserable as (beep). I wasn’t always like this. Surprisingly. I used to wake up every morning thinking that the day was going to beautiful, and if it wasn’t beautiful, I would tell myself that tomorrow would be better before I went to sleep. I used to have fiends, I used to love them. I used to love learning, I used to love life. I used to love everything. But that was before. Before I realized that nothing was worth loving. Before I realized that I would always get my hopes up, to be disappointed all over again. Before I realized that there was more to life than Havensight, or Magen’s Bay. Before I realized that there wasn’t a pot of gold at the end of any rainbow. Before I realized that there’s not use in fighting for world peace. Before i realized that there was nothing worth fighting over. Before I realized that happiness was just a figment of one’s imagination.  And that one was only as happy as he or she wanted to be. And I didn’t want to be happy.

New Work...

I've been working on alot of new things...
For instance, trying to be more open and honest in conveying emotions. So for the past month or so.. as I feel something. I write it. That way it's more accurate, and people can relate more to it. I'm trying to fit in a range of emotions, but that's kind of hard, especially since I have a routine I follow.. everyday... Nothing strays too far from the ordinary in my life....

GUESS WHO'S BACK ?

yup. me. sorry fer the hold up everyone... :( Ive had a rough couple of months, and just because I have not put up any stories in a while, that doesnt mean i havent written any.. ;) I have. tons, an Im putting them all in que, so even if I dont get to come on blogspot, they'll still be put up.... <3 Ive missed you all...!

Thursday, August 25

A Letter To A Friend

Dear Friend,
A picture is worth a thousand words. And every second is a snapshot imprinted in your memory. The usual rainbow colors, hearts and smiley faces that are usually present in the snapshots of your life are missing today. I couldn't help but notice that you weren't jumping off the walls this morning, or enlightening anyone with your optimistic view on life. It saddens me to see someone with so much enthusiasm and a positive outlook on life, so quiet and obviously depressed about something. Whatever it is, I'm sure things will get better. Things have too! :)

Love,
Felisa

Monday, August 1

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

ugh! I wouldnt recommend this book to ANYONE! And for ME to say that, it must be pretty bad, this book has taken me 18 days to read, and Im still not done! I usually finish books in less than 5 days! I go through more books than a stoner goes through weed! My life revolves around reading! So when i come across a book that I dont have a desire to finish, it makes me angry! VERY angry! Arundhati Roy is a great writer, I will admit that! But he's just. like. Charles. Dickens. Wordy. Extremely descriptive. Hard to follow. And not interesting. It didnt grab my attention. I tried to finish it, I tried to focus, but it came to the point where I found the smallest things to distract me. A mosquito near my door. A trophy on my shelf that's not lined up with the rest of them. A pair of shoes on my floor that I needed to put away. A stain on my pillow. Instead of finishing that book, I decided to clean my room. Did you read that? I'll repeat it just in case. I decided to clean my room, than finish reading The God of Small Things. Thats not a good thing, lol. Not a good thing at all.

My advice. Don' even bother reading this book. Its not worth $15.00.


...Maybe in about 5 years I'll come back to this book and try to reread it... Maybe Im too young to appreciate i and fully understand the message that Arundhati Roy is trying to let her readers know... Maybe be... Until then, whenever then is, this book will stay on my bookshelf. Perhaps I'll store it on the bottom shelf, where the rest of the books I severely dislike go :)

Good day!

No, Cameron, NO!

If anyone saw the Glee Project last night, you would have seen Cameron Mitchell practically walk off the competition :( I dont know about you guys, but I seriously loved this guy! (he was my 2nd favorite, coming right after Samuel) I like how he's all about his morals and stuff, but I still cant believe he did that :( Being on Glee is everyones dream! People would have killed to be in his position! i will admit that what he did was noble (he saved Damians ass) though >.
  I will miss you Cameron! I hope you wont look back on that day and regret it!


:'(

Sunday, July 17

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

" Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls"
-Josephine Davis translation of the poem "Kabul", by the 17th-century Iranian poet Saib-e-Tabrizi:



This book was beautiful. I cried while I read it. For some reason I love reading novels written by people of other nationalities. I love reading about their past struggles and how they overcame it above all odds. I have always enjoyed learning about different countries. So far, my favorite is Egypt (I was an Egytian in my past life! Every Sunday on the history channel from noon- midnight they have an Egytian History special :D). But Afghanistan is surely my 2nd favorite! Learning about other countries and their histories helps us realize that there are other places out there besides the US, and one day I will get a chance to explore it! There are so many different unique cultures, and traditions. Learning about other nations' histories can helps us be more grateful for the lives we are able to live. To be honest, in my opinion, things never really change in the US. Sure, cities grow and business moguls get richer while there is a growing middle class. We go into debt, then come out of it. We go to war, soldiers return. But its just a cycle. One that repeats and repeat itself. Think about it,  war, then more jobs, then debt, then when we get back into war, we get out of debt. We complain about prices going up. Heck, I complain about gas prices and I dont even have a car, and I complain about how terrible it is that when I get out of college I'll have a very hard time finding a job. But compared to what has gone on in other countires. War in their towns. Bombs going off and destroying neighbors houses. Living in fear that your house might be the next one to get bombed. We have nothing to be complaing about. Over in Afghanistan, the 1950s was their modern time. There were businesses, women were allowed to work anad wear their hair out and wear make-up, too. There were even women in Parliament! This was thier Golden Period. Women were doctors, professors, lawyers, writers and judges, they were encouraged to become economically active! People were allowed to own televisions and read! Then during the Taliban rule, they lost that freedom. Women had to cover their faces, and be accompanied with a male relative if they went outside. Only men were allowed to work. Women were forced to stay at home. TVs and books, and cinemas were all destroyed.
 
Today, things are going back to how they were in the 1950s. But just imagine how that must have felt back then. To have something you've always wanted and earned, taken away from you. Thousands of women had to suffer. Thousands. And we have the nerve to complain. Well I shouldnt say, 'we', because I dont know what you all do, but I cant believe how I had the nerve to complain about my life, and I never had to go through any of that. Ever since I read A Thousand Splendid Suns, I have become fullly aware of how ungrateful I have been. I hope you will pick up this book and read it. It is four hundred and forty- three pages, that covers thirty-three years of Afghanistans past. It's filled with triumph and joy, heartbreak and destruction, sorrow and love, and even happiness in the darkest moments. 

Khaled Hosseini is now one of my favorite authors, and has inspired me to be grateful for what I am now able to call, a happy childhood.

I Believe in Myself

I dont know where my life will take me.
But thats okay.
I trust myself, I know I will make the right decisions, well, the right decision at that moment.
In the future, that decision may not be the right one anymore, but at that time, under that circumstance, that decision will have been the right decision.
I know I can duck when obstacles are thrown at me. Jump over those that are cemented to the ground like a track and field runner jumping over hurdles.
I know I can find a glimmer of hope during my darkest hours.
I know I climb my way out of any canyon.
I know I can do anything I set my mind to do.
I can be strong.
I will not back down when things don't work out for me.
In fact, I will work even harder, harder than I ever had in my life.
My determination to succeed will overcome my grief over losing.
I will not cower when I realize that the road to success is miles long, with deep trenches and enormous mountains that I must travel through.
I will not run down the path on which I am traveling, but I will walk slowly, take my time and enjoy the many sites that I will see.
 I will smell in the fresh air and swim in the nearby lake.
Maybe I'll even learn to fish.
I will not drift too far off the path, but I will enjoy every moment of the way.
I will get to the end, maybe not tomorrow, but I will get there, eventually.
My trek to success will be one, where I learn new things everyday.
I wont let my solitude bring me down.
Though I do suffer from minute monophobia, I will learn to embrace solitude, and be grateful for the time I am allowed to get to know myself better.
I will have plenty of time for everyone else when I reach the end.
I don't mean to sound cliche, but I want my life, to be lived the the fullest.
I dont want it to be some car race.


Sunday, July 3

Sunday, June 26

Saturday, June 25

I've been a busy busy busyy bodyy

G'Day folks!
Would you like to hear about my weekly schedule?

Sunday- work at L.C
        Monday- work at Southern Exposure
                Tuesday- work at Southern Exposure
           Wednesday work at Southern Exposure
                       Thursday- OFF :D
                                Friday- OFF :D
                            Saturday- work at L.C.

Which meanssss... I barely have any time for anything!  (anything includes: writing, being with friends, enjoying summer, etc etc) But by next Thursday I will have a flurryyy of new stories for you guys, I promise <3

Much Loveee mis amoresss  :)


Sunday, June 19

THE GLEE PROJECT

VOTE  HERE FOR SAMUEL LARSEN AS YOUR FAVORITE CONTENDER ON THE GLEE PROJECT!

EVERY VOTE COUNTS!!




Samuel is one of the most talented, determined contender on that show. He is what Glee represents. Individuality. Talent. Strength to go after what you want and not let anythin hold you back! He has wanted to be a musician all his life and traveled to LA with only $5 and began playing on the sidewalk for money. If that doesn't show his passion for music, then nothing can. Good luck Samuel, I'm getting as many people as I kno to vote for you. You're all over my Facebook, twitter. I've texted people, called them and now you're on my blog!

I'll be watching Glee tonight :D
Peace&amp;amp; Love <3

P.S. If you go on a computer to vote, you may only vote once... however... if you use your iPad, iPhone or iTouch then you can vote as many times as yu want ;) *wink wink

Friday, June 17

Oh my WOW. Atonement by Ian McEwan

I just finished the novel Atonement by Ian McEwan and I am beyond speechless. No wonder why he was dubbed the modern Jane Austen, his novel was mind boggling, deep, and thought-provoking... it was a masterpiece. A true work of art! I don't even know where to begin! I never knew someone was capable of writing a novel so... beautiful (?)! I don't even know what to say! When I finished his novel, I was speechless, and for a person who has mastered the art of speech at a young age and always has something to talk about, being speechless feels... awkward! And I don't like that feeling!


I'll start with Part One:
In Part One, the characters are introduced. There is Briony Tallis, Cecilia Tallis, Leon Tallis, Robbie, Lola, Loa's little twin brothers, Paul Marshall, Briony's parents, her housekeeper and others. Briony is introduced as a writer who fictionalizes every situation. She is young and dramatic and aspires to be a writer (hmm... reminds me of... me.) Briony sees an interaction between Robbie and her older sister Cecilia. Since Briony is young and never does get the full story, she does not completely understand what is going on. Briony was trying to direct a play for her older brothers' Leons arrival and Lola and the twins were terrible actors, so Briony had deserted them. What Briony sees from her bedroom window is Cecilia taking off her clothes in front of Robbie, and going swimming. What really happens is that Robbie accidentally broke a piece of a vase off and it fell into the lake. Cecilia is angry at him and just wants to get away from him, so she takes off her clothes to go find the pieces... (Keep in mind that this is set in 1935, in England, so a female taking of clothes in front of a male is considered highly inappropriate). This one scene, that only lasts a minute of two, sets up the backbone for this story. Briony starts to believe that Robbie forced her sister to undress, and instantly begins thinking up a story about it. Ironically, in her story, there are 3 different points of views, the character watching from the upstairs window, the boy and the girls down by the lake. It’s funny how Briony thinks about it like that for her story, but not in reality.

Robbie has now realized that he has feelings for Cecilia, and feels bad about breaking the vase, so he decides to write her an apology letter. He gets carried away and writes some inappropriate things such as "I think about making love to you...” He puts that letter aside and begins a new one, one that’s completely sendable. However, he accidentally takes the inappropriate letter and puts in an envelope. All this time, back at the Tallis's house, Cecilia is discovering that she has feelings for Robbie, too. Robbie is walking over to the Tallis' and sees Cecilia’s little sister (Briony), he asks Briony to deliver the letter to Cecilia and goes back to his house to finish getting ready for the dinner that night. Briony's mind is still on that scene that took place by the lake today and is curious as to what is going on between her sister and Robbie. She opens the letter, reads it and shocked at what she reads. She confides in her cousin Lola. Briony delivers the letter to Cecilia, who immediately realizes that if has been already read by her little sister. When Robbie arrives, Cecilia tells him that Briony has read the letter, and although he is embarrassed, he can no longer hide his feelings for her and they share a series of passionate kisses in the corner of the downstairs library. Briony hears noises and enters. When Cecilia heard the door opening, she tried to push Robbie away, but he held on tightly until she spoke aloud that someone was in there with them. To Briony, it seems as though Robbie is attacking her sister, and she feels proud that she was able to rescue her sister from Robbie. She still hasn’t talked to Cecilia about what was happening, so Briony still does not know that what happened in the library was an act of love. Briony let her imagination run wild, and turned Robbie into a maniac psycho murderer who is obsessed with her older sister.

During the dinner, Lola's twin brothers run away. Everyone runs outside to go searching for them and while outside, Lola gets raped. Briony finds her, and she immediately believes that it was Robbie, even though she has known him her entire life. To Briony, it would make sense, because maniacs aren’t just obsessed with one person, of course he would also be obsessed with Lola! Briony tells her parents, goes to show them the note and tells them what she witnessed between Cecilia and Robbie in the corner of the library. Robbie is still out searching for the twins when the police arrive. Briony recounts her story numerous times, as Lola is somewhat traumatized and is put to rest in another bedroom. Cecilia is angry that Briony went through her stuff and sticks up for Robbie! But the police ignore her, believing that she was sticking up for him only because he was a friend of hers. The decide to stick to the story of a 13 year old girl, who didn’t even see him commit the crime, but saws she did. Everyone believed Briony, even her mother, and her father (who was almost like a father to him and paid for Robbie's education) Briony stuck with her story because she wants to protect her sister, to get Robbie out of her life for her! When Robbie returns, he is holding the twin boys in his hands. Instead of receiving praise for bringing the boys back safely, Robbie is handcuffed and taken to prison.

The drama of Part One ends where it started, Briony looking out the window. This time, instead of seeing a flirtation between Robbie and Cecilia, she sees them whispering to each other, mouthing words. She then watched the police car take Robbie with them and Cecilia chasing after the car for a while, as they take away the love of her life.

Part Two:

Part is all from Robbie’s prospective. It becomes known that Robbie did in fact get sentenced to prison, and he was able to bargain an early release in return for joining the infantry. Cecilia was what kept him going. Because her family turned on him, Cecilia left to go work in a hospital as a nurse, never returning their letters or communicating with them in any way. Part Two is based around the horrors of war, and how Robbie kept going, only so he can return home to Cecilia. He went from sleeping in barns, to running from stukas (those are air bombs), to burying dead people along his way to the beach where the rest of the army was heading. The war was going badly and the British were retreating. During his trek to the beach, Robbie contemplates why Briony accused him. He then has a flashback to when she was 12. He had been given her swimming lessons, and Briony asked him if he would save her if she drowned. He says he will and Briony (not a good swimmer) throws herself in the water. Robbie jumps in (fully clothed) to get her and saves her life. He then screams at her and reprimands her for doing such a foolish thing. On the way back to the Tallis's house, Briony tells him why she jumped in, she says it’s because she loved him. Then Robbie has another flashback to giving the letter to Briony to give to Cecilia. He realizes that Briony probably felt betrayed by her own sister, and believes that the betrayal was a good enough motive for her to accuse him of something so horrid, like raping Lola. They were he section ends with Robbie falling asleep when he and his fellow soldiers reach the beach and are a few hours away from being shipped back home.

Part Three:

Part Three is based on Briony's perspective once again. She has grown older and wiser and now realizes that what she did years ago was wrong. In order to make things right, she goes to the hospital that her sister is registered at and becomes a trainee there. She has given up her writing after being rejected and tries to focus on helping others instead of herself. After being at the hospital for some time she goes out in search of her sister and finds her at an apartment. Robbie is there. Briony apologizes to them and Robbie says the only way to make things write is too let the courts know that she lied, then let her parents know and then write a letter to him explaining to him why she accused him in the first place. While over by her sisters’ apartment, Briony tells them that the guy who did rape Lola was Paul Marshall. What is kind of ironic was that she had just come to their apartment from Lola and Paul’s wedding. Cecilia and Robbie share some kisses in front of her and Briony realizes that nothing could keep them apart, not here, not even the war. When she leaves, she's ready to make her atonement.... (Atonement is almost like an apology...)

Part Four:

Part Four is also called London, 1999. Briony is now a 77 renowned author. It is revealed that this novel was her atonement to Robbie and Cecilia. It is also revealed that Robbie died during the war, and Cecilia died during a bombing. Briony did not in fact go to apologize to them. Because it was her who prevented them from being together in the first place, she made her novel so that Cecilia and Robbie would be together forever, as long as the original final draft of the manuscript was kept in her hands. She also made her novel end that way because she would hate for her readers to know the real ending. To know that Robbie and Cecilia never had a chance at being together. The novel ends with Briony's 77th birthday party at the Tallis' house. Her grand nephews and nieces had found her old play that she wrote for Leon and were acting it out beautifully, better than anyone could have imagined. Pierrot started crying because he and his (now-dead) brother had wanted to perform the play, and now his grandchildren were acting it out. Briony apologized to him and admitted it was her fault for the disastrous rehearsals. She had finally achieved atonement.


I truly enjoyed this novel, and i loved how everything started and ended with the same thing. (Eg: Drama started with Briony looking out the window, and ended with her looking out the window. Eg#2: Novel started with the play being written and ended in it being performed). All the loose ends were tied, and Briony had learned a lesson and had to deal with it for her whole entire life.

Moral: A small lie, can ruin a person's future, and that you should always get ever persons story, because things aren't always what they seem to be... Isn't that right Briony?

Thursday, June 16

Why summer is not that great...

When I think of summer, I think of walking down to Magens Bay (on of the top 10 beaches in the world... which is a 20 minute walk from my house).. I think of tanning under palm trees, a Pina Colada in my left hand and the latest issue of Teen Vogue in my right. I think of sleepovers at my house with my two bestfriends, and us staying up all night watching movies. I think of staying home in my pajamas and reading and/or writing until my fingers feel as though they are about to fall right off.

I do not think of Tropical storms and power outages, which are the reason why I have been unable to post anything these last few days. Its been nonstop rain for the last couple of days and some drunk loser drove into an electrical pole near my school (he's not hurt), which caused my islands unreliable power company (WAPA) to do rotations every 5 hours to fix the problem. So every 5 hours my power goes off, and doesnt come on for another 5 more hours. And its pouring rain outside, so I cant even get out of my house and go hang with my friends.

Down in the Virgin Islands, the start of summer, is also the start of our hurricane season (which lasts until mid-November)... :/ I always seem to forget about that when I hear the word summer...

Thursday, June 9

New TV Shows

Some must watch TV shows for this summer include:

1) DEGRASSI - NEW SEASON (out in July on TeenNick)

2) TEEN WOLF- NEW SERIES (Monday nights on MTV)

3) NINE LIVES OF CHLOE KING- NEW SERIES (ill update you on when itll start)

4) THE GREAT STATE OF GEORGIA- NEW SERIES (ABC staring RAVEN SYMONE <3 I grew up watching Thats So Raven, so seeing her back on TV will be fantastic)

5) WHITE COLLAR- (USA, Tuesday nights)


6) SUITS- (starts June 23rd on USA)


Wednesday, June 8

Update: Boo Boo Stewart

Last summer i wrote about Boo Boo Stewart (link to go to that post) and I was on justjared.com and I saw him and his sister Fivel we at the MTV movie awards. My, how he has grown in just a year! I decided to check up on any new Boo Boo news and see what he has been up too! Since my last post about him, he has been in 4 more films which include Logan, Smitty, Jake Stevens: The Last Protector, and Guardians of Luna! I guess I'll update everyone on Boo Boo Stewart next summer too! ahahah
Looking good Boo Boo ;)
Speaking of MTV movie awards.. Did anyone see that kiss between Taylor Lautner and Robert Pattison?