Goodness.

Life is terribly complicated.  I'm afraid that at times I don't care for it very much.
I want to relax, feel the rumblings of train vibrations beneath my shoes as I stand in the park.  I long for blue skies, free of clouds and raindrops. 
Where can one find inspiration? I don't know where to look anymore.
What am I to write now?

The Book.

My book is coming along rather well.  I'm pulling things from everyone and everything in my life, and putting it on the paper like I imagine it in my brain.  I don't have to worry about what anyone thinks of it because I doubt I'll ever let anyone read it.  But if they do...everything will be good.  It will be well.

I think it takes real guts to write a book.  You have to be dedicated, and you have to persevere entirely with everything you have inside of you.  You have to reach back into the old files and dust off some that you will laugh at, and then some that you're even scared of.  You have to keep an open mind, but you must be able to close your mind to the world outside of your head.  Furthermore, you should like what you write.
You must fall in love with your own words before anyone else will.

Favorites!

WARNING: This is a completely pointless blog.  Just letting you know.  Moving right along...

This is a list of my favorites.  I change my mind a lot, but most of these I'm predicting will stay the same (except for the song one, I change my taste in music all the time) but anyway, here we go.

Favorite...
1) Movie? P.S. I love you.
2) Food? anything Italian.  Yay pasta.
3) Car? Old stingray convertible t-top
4) Color? Blue!  Any shade.
5) Song? Walter Reed by Michael Penn
6) Season? Pesto...but I like Fall, right when it's getting chilly.  Ha. ha.
7) Sundae topping? Chocolate...and peanuts...very traditional, I know.
8) Cute celebrity guy? Orlando Bloom, I love...but Ryan Reynolds is a uber hottie.
9) Hobby? Talking to friends!  Writing, as well. And singing.  Reading...I have many hobbies.
10) Shoes?  My vans.  But I love anything by Jimmy Choo.
11) Flower? Forget-me-nots
12) Candy? Raisinets.  Best ever.
13) Fruit? Apples.  Or mangos.
14) Food to eat when you get really upset? This made me laugh...I would say mint chocolate shakes.
15) TV show? HOUSE!
16) Present given to you? My microphone that I got last year.  And an awesome t-shirt from my ex. Thanks, dear!
17) Day of the year? Any day that makes me smile.  And I smile every day, it's a habit of mine.
18) Band? The Beatles.  You can't get better than that...unless you count Pink Floyd.
19) Book? Lucas by Kevin Brooks.
20) Place to hang out? Downtown!

I'll leave it at that for now...hopefully I'll post something actually good next time. Lovelovelove!

Sugar high.

Recently I discovered that giving children candy doesn't give them any more of a sugar high than any type of food that has natural sugar in it - for instance, apples - and most scientists believe that children only seem more hyper when they eat candy because they're thrilled at the thought and action of consuming it.
Interesting, right?  No idea if it's true, but it does make sense, in a rather funny way.
Also, recently, I've begun writing again.  A book, to be exact.  I have never finished a book that I've begun (can't stay focused on it for the life of me) but on this one I just think I might.  I'm writing it about me.  Conceited, I know.  However, it's written in a way that it could be about any teenage girl.  You would have to be a good friend of mine to know that it's about me.  This type of writing has kept me going at it because I never run out of things to say.  I live my life and write about it.  I'll never run out of things to say unless I happen to die, which will happen eventually, but in the meantime I'm not gabbering on about something mythical that I'll lose interest on after two weeks.
This writing gives me a "sugar high", a good kind, the kind of high that makes you want to keep tapping at those keys until your breath whooshes out and you can't write anymore.  I'll go at that kind of writing all day.
So perhaps, (one day, my friends) you'll be able to read my book.  Long after I'm finished with it and I'm past thinking up things I want to put on paper, anyway.  For now, keep giving me things to write about.  Then again, you're my best friends, what else is there to ask for?