I.

The reason we capitalize "I" is because we are God. Therefore, we should also capitalize "My" and other words in reference to ourselves. Because We are God. And, apparently, Quaker. (Raise your hand if you get it....) but does that mean that we capitalize "you" and "your?" no. Because you are not god. We are god. And We are god because "We" includes yourself. Only words in reference to yourself should be capitalized. Understand? Now, let's see if this catches on..... My ideas are always a little strange, would you not agree with Me?

Pandora Stories

I had a BRILLIANT writing prompt idea today while listening  to Pandora today. Random music comes out of it, and you write a story for as long as it takes for the song to finish. Related, of course, to the song. I paused it for a little while after the first verse/ right before the chorus which might have been cheating but since i made up the rules it isn't. All of you, try this out and post it on you blog. It's actually pretty cool.

I started with my favorite station- 21 Guns Radio. Seriously, it's the best. 

Wake Me Up When September Ends- Greenday- Bullet in a Bible

This one isn't worth typing it's only like  6 sentences long.


Me Against the World- Simple Plan- Still Not Getting Any...

I lie. I lie to my parents. I tell them that I meet people at the movies u go to alone. I lie about things like that. Because what parent wants to know that their youngest son goes to movies ALONE? It's not right.
But actually, maybe they would be okay with it if I explain where I'm going from here.
Hey, maybe I would be okay with it if I knew where I was going from here.
Sometimes I feel like I am the only one who notices, who exists. Sometime I will realize that everyone feels like that at some point. But now, it's just me against everyone else. Against the world.


At this point I switched stations because I got two bad songs/songs I couldn't write for. (trust me) 

Boys Like Girls Radio (my second favorite.)


Dance Hall Drug- Boys Like Girls- Boys Like Girls

Someone, somewhere screamed "happy birthday, Ananda!" and the crowd swaying let out a murmur, showing that they had had no idea prior to this as to who they were there for. To them, it was just another party. By now they had forgotten who has invited them and some weren't sure that they had ever been invited in the first place. They continued swaying.


Everything Is Alright- motion City Soundtrack- Commit This To Memory

"Tell me you're alright," my parents scream in my general direction. "Please, let her be alright." I want to reassure them that everything is fine, but I can't. Not because it isn't true, but because my mouth isn't currently available. As is the rest of my body. Maybe everything isn't alright, now that I think about it.

I'm getting tired of having one sided (from his side) conversations with my doctor about my "condition." I'm getting tired of staring at the same patch of ceiling everyday.
I am getting better- soon everything WILL be alright. As soon as I can start moving. Or at least communicating that I would like to look at something other than that same patch of light gray ceiling. When I pull out of this "condition," which I will, I will spend hours complaining about how well I know that patch of ceiling. I will concentrate all of my efforts on yelling at whoever didn't make my view interesting.
I will concentrate on anything to distract me from the real problem.



Don't ask me to explain them, I don't get them either. I don't think they make any sense at all and don't even know where they came from. Isn't writing great like that?

A SHOUTOUT!

Hey, um, Ms. Lory-Moran, um, so, yeah.

hi.

I would like you to know that my family (namely, my brother) is quoting you on an almost DAILY BASIS. IS THAT THE RIGHT TYPE OF THE WORD BASIS? ANYWAY. Yeah. He is. Um. Whenever we feel the urge to say anything in that annoying valleygirl/preppy/chick voice, we have to say "I like so totally USED to do math."

Unsurprisingly, this happens often in my house.

So, yeah, i just wanted to tell you that you are famous. HOW DOES IT FEEL???? Hahaha....




I like so totally USED to do math.... yeah, like, 4.. plus 4.... equals 2...

St. Thomas Pictures

I'm going to try and get through this with as little captions and explanations as possible. These are some of the pictures from St. Thomas.


Palm Tree

How does this compare to that other picture I showed you guys awhile ago?

Sapphire beach.



This is Sapphire, the condos and stuff.

Sapphire, explained.


The Evil Iguana that jumped my cousin Tristen. He was like, clawing at him and stuff. It was so scary.


Emma and Rachel, the two new besties. Cousins born within a week of each other but never met each other.

My cousin Jack singing "Giggle giggle" to the tune of Mama Mia in Bohemian Rhapsody. Yeah, we're weird.


Tristen, the dude who was jumped by the iguana.






That is my kinda uncle- my aunt's boyfriend- picking up the lady on stilts. "He looks like a strong man" she had said while forcing him to come up on the stage.



These are my cousins. ALL OF MY FIRST COUSINS. this is the first time we are all in the same place. You may or may not notice that Jack and Ethan aren't there- that's because they are my step-first cousins, and step on the side of the family that is not the same as my grandma. confusing, yes? but whatever.

Okay, so from left to right:
Emma, Me, Rachel (parent/s: Uncle Jeffery), Grandma Jo, Ben, Tristen (parent/s: Aunt Lisa and her boyfriend, Dave)



there were more pictures, taken from the iphone, but they don't seem to be working on this computer. whatever. but you should've seen the view from our apartment... oh my god.... well whatever. Hope this satisfied your need for the caribbean for the summer. i wish you all could meet my cousins, they are really really awesome.

Alejandro

So....... Lady Gaga......

People have VERY strong views of her. I, for one, respect her. Look at how.... interesting she is! It takes a ton of guts to be that awesome. I mean, seriously. Her music isn't outright obscene, like some others COUGH COUGH DOLLAR SIGN COUGH YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN COUGH and if it is it's cleverly obscene which makes it all better. I think she's pretty cool.

And I had heard SO much about her new video for Alejandro that I had to see it and I just kept FORGETTING TO (another video like this is cant be tamed, miley cyrus, for different reasons, and i haven't gotten around to seeing that one yet still, and I dont know if i will, and I doubt it will be nearly as interesting.) but I finally was on YouTube and I saw Alejandro. It was pretty cool. You should see it too. Her videos are just hilarious. Telephone (yeah, the 11 minute long one, not the normal one) was so funny, she and Beyonce walk into a bar (haha, that's a joke, Lady Gaga and beyonce walk into a bar...) and they kill ALL THE MEN INSIDE and then the ladys all dance in the center. I think thats what happens I don't really remember.

I don't get it. I dont' get the video. What does the video have to do with the song, really. And WHO is that GUY that keeps showing up? CONFUSSEDDDD. But it was very interesting to watch. She definitely has guts.

What is everyone's thoughts on Alejandro and her in general?

It's Not About the Staring

I want to wear the things nobody wears.
I want to go to thrift stores and vintage clothing shops and buy a silk shirt tie-dyed rainbow.
I would wear it to school.
People would stare and people would compliment me and people would turn away, stifling laughter.
No worries, I would think, no worries.

I want to do the things nobody does.
I want to run down hallways screaming the name to an imaginary person, I want to sing in a fake voice at the top of my lungs.
I would soar above everyone with wings made of strength, made of bravery, made of the bravery to be strong.
People would stare and people would appreciate it and people would turn away, stifling laughter.
No worries, I would think, no worries.

I want to think the way nobody thinks.
I want to make connections, I want to invent connections, I want to be the connection between ideas. I want to know what's happening and not in a passing glance sort of way.
I want to think up crazy things
and absurd things
and ridiculous things and
amazing things.
I would see things in a different light, and see the world from a different place.
People would stare and people would enjoy it and people would turn away, stifling jealously.
No worries, I would think, no worries.

This isn't for you, I would think, no worries.

Sobbing For Ten Pages Straight

There are many sad things.

Many sad things.

There are things that have made me tear up with a trickle running down my cheek, and things that made me sad. There are many movies and books and things that do that.

There is only one thing that makes me sob.

I don’t often sob- I don’t get much opportunity to. Really sob, catching your breath. Tears running down your face. Making noise.

That horrible sound, like a laugh almost. Laughing with tears and sadness stuck to you.

Only one thing.

Page 531.


I’m crying now, crying harder than I ever have before, I think. Oh, crucified Christ, Rudy. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.


Crying again.


I don’t stop for the rest of the book.

She walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange.
Something about a kiss.
Something about a Saumensch.
How many times did she have to say goodbye?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.


Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything anymore. I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner.

Because the world does not deserve them.





I have recovered now, mostly. The tears are dry and sticky, and I am in a funk. The Book Thief funk, my family calls it. I won’t be able to speak without my voice breaking for the rest of the day. The phone rings. I test myself. “Hello?” I say outloud, to myself. I do not pick up the phone.

My eyes hurt and my cheeks are sticky. My nose is running slightly.

531. 535. 536. 536. 539. 546.

The thing that makes me cry. The thing that makes me cry.


Oh, crucified Christ, Rudy.


Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

99!!

WARNING: THE HUNDREDTH POST IS LAUNCHING TOMORROW! DON'T GO ON VACATION UNTIL YOU READ IT. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT.

I have a lot of vacation stuff to catch up on, but I'll do that later.

Day One

Arrival-

I knew I was on my way when I stepped into the airplane bathroom. There's nothing like a good airplane bathroom to make you realize that you are, in fact, flying, suspended in the air. A good, jittery bathroom. The only place, actually, where you can feel us moving. I guess airplanes are fast, I mean, of course they are, but you never feel it move. I totally understand what Bella meant in the end of new moon when shes trying to go to Italy to save Edward as fast as she can and it feels lik the airplane... But I'm not going there. 

Yes, I knew i was in the air, somewhere over the sea, but it still hadn't reall hit me. Going to st. Thomas. God. Wow. 

And then, as I walked off the plane stairs. Whoa. Yeah. Humid. Hot. Humid. Within a few minutes I was sweating, and I hadn't even done anything yet. The humidity was inbearable until it wasn't, once i got a little used to it. Well not used to it, but a little adjusted. And then I realized my feet were... Wet. Odd. Very. Oh, I relized. Condensation. This made me excited. Seriously. The plane was cold, and my flipflops had been on the floor the entire time. Outside it was hot and humid. It was like a glass of water! So Now my flipflops were wet because of the difference in atmosphere. But no matter the science behind it, my feet were wet which was annoying, becuase it's hard to walk in wet shoes. 
In the airport we found our grandparents, and it was nice to see them. They're so tab, which is weird to see on someone not either teenage or skinny. 

Soon we were on our way to sapphire. It was so HOT. Ugh. I already couldn't wait for jersey, next year, where the humidity wasn't unbearable and we weren't forced to be neat or wear only things without stains the way we did here.

But st. Thomas totally has some sort of cool vibe, I thought as we drove (on the left side if the road, even though it was the US vi. I bet it was just to make the tourists mad.) to our right was a little car. There were many cars in st. Thomas, that was not the cool part. On top of this car was a green leather chair held on the roof by a single bungee cord and two hands. One was coming from the drivers side window, and the driver himself was driving with one hand. The other came through the passenger window, and was also resting lightly on the chair. A single hand on each side, just incase it what, started moving to the aide? What about like, keeping the car on the road? I guess I'm making a big deal about it bit seriously, it was really an awesome thing to see.

Arrival (for real this time)-

Sapphire Bay. Ah. The view from our condo was insane. Really it was. Look. Ill get a picture if i find acces to an actual computer and not an iPhone. And the beach was pretty perfect too. It looks just like that picture in one of my earlier posts. Yeah, it does. And the sand is great. It's perfect fir drippy castles. If you don't know what a drippy castle is, you haven't lived. And since I'm in the USVI right now, I don't care of your alive, no offence. I'm not going to bother to explain. Maybe later.

And then we ate chips and then dinner and I finished ANOTHER book (I'll give you all a list of what I've read when o get back) and then we went to bed except I actually didn't because I were this in my multipurpose rainbow peace imagine journal. Love from st. Thomas. XOXO. See ya later. And be impressed that I managed to type all this up on my dads iPhone, which is harder then iPod touch cause I'm not used to it, and it only took me like 45 minutes. Again, XOXO and don't forget me. I'm still alive, out there, somewhere in a tropical island.

I changed my mind, actually. Edward. The beginning of book four and definetly most of three makes you think Edward, but once you get past the part from jakes point of view you see how l happy yet ridiculous Bella is and everything did work pit perfectly with Jake. Renesme is so much better then Bella. Hey, read the series. It's just a book. No harm done.

Bella is much better with Edward though.

It's really weird how I can't stop thinking about this
book- I guess I just wish it was something that
was possible- the love, the magic, the creatures, the story. You just wish it would happen to you.