Sunday, May 23, 2010

So my sister is writing a book with her friend.

And I'm basically Alpha-Chief-Editor-Slash-Reader. Lots of stress, right? So Cecy (My sis) and her friend have lots of little things wrong with their writing (along with a couple big things! Sorry Cecy/Reagan!). So I really appreciate it when they recognize the faults in their/each other's writing, because it makes my job a lot easier. But something that has really helped, especially when they have to write guys, is Writing Excuses ( It has a bunch of 15 minute podcasts for different aspects of writing: ie, writing guys, breaking the 4th wall, writing an epic, etc. I love it because it keeps her entertained while she learns. And for Cecy that's a blessing! So to any aspiring writers out there (No, Cecy, I know you are), check out Writing Excuses. I'll leave this with a quote:

"Haven't you ever heard that modesty is an attractive feature?"
"Only from ugly people. The meek may inherit the Earth, but right now it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
--Cassandra Clare

Monday, May 17, 2010

Why I love my siblings:

So my littlest brother was coming in 2nd at Payday, and he was comparing himself to Joseph (The coat of many colors dude) in Egypt, saying that the Pharaoh was the richest, and Joseph was the second richest in Egypt. But he mixed up Joseph with his father, Jacob. When we corrected him, this hilarious monologue happened: "Oh yeah, because Joseph's the son of Jacob! And Jacob's the son of Isaac! And Isaac's the son of Abraham! And Abraham's...the son of GOD!"

Gotta love 10-year-olds. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


Feeling soo much better!!!!! Yay! I can eat food again! Food tastes wonderful again!

So I'm editing my sister's and her friend's book with my sister every night. So I'm tired like EVERY morning. But it's a good tired! We edited out over 300 words out of one letter (they're writing through the letter game)! Yay~

Didja notice the goodreads quote majiggy to the direct right of the top post? I'm so excited! And everytime I refresh, it changes!

Peppy and hyped on Ibuprofen right now.... =)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Just Checking in

I'm just checking in, making sure I don't forget about this blog.

Wow, I feel so sick, I sooo want to stay home today. And I don't really stay home. The last time I stayed home was Oct 2008 when I got pink-eye and my Mom forced me to stay home because I was contagious.


Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day Poem

Softly lilting
Many colors
All beautiful
And bright.
Flapping slowly
Guiding on
Their young as
They take flight.
As they go 'round
A rosy glow
A warm and welcome sight-
This shine you see
Is around us all
It's love, a
Mother's light.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Top 5 Quotes of the moment

Here are my 5 favorite quotes right now (it varies day to day):

5. "I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship." -Louisa May Alcott
4. "I just want to be wonderful." -Marilyn Monroe
3. "Maybe we can all live beyond what we're capable of." -Markus Zusack
2. "Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools speak because they have to say something." -Plato
1. "The question isn't 'Who's going to let me', it's 'Who's going to stop me'." -Ayn Rand

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


I have not been putting up poems. Bad poet. Here we go.

Creak, creak, creak
The air rushes
To fill the empty space
On top.
Some people laugh
Having fun
On this ride
Full of hot air.
As it takes flight
I have an urge to
A pin in the side
And watch
The air hiss out
'Til it's like it was-
An empty shell.
"Hey! You awake?"
My reverie stops and
I'm brought back to the
The crowd's laughing
At a stupid joke
He made.
I would love to
That balloon.

The process of finding a name... harder than it looks. Here's a time-by-time replay of my English class (When I wrote this):

Names??? Hmm... options:
Cardboard Poet
Reluctant Poet
The Poet Speaks


Ugg. THis is harder than I thought. I don't want something faux-deep. Hmm...something straight-forward and kinda snarky. Something easy to spell...


Ah! Thesaurus Time!


Hmm, but what do I look up?


Scratch that idea. I can't reach the shelf where my teacher keeps the thesauruses.


I'm going to go with Cardboard Poet. I like it. It's kinda...Me.

A poet who doesn't write mushy crap or depressing drivel. Cardboard is everywhere, high or low, from moving boxes of movie stars to homes for those without them. Cardboard sees, it observes. That's me.

A Cardboard Poet.

So let's get one thing straight.

I do not fancy myself a poet. Or a writer, for that matter. But my leaders at church were making me feel bad for not keeping a journal. I don't like to write! Well, technically, that's not true. I love to write. Just not in a journal. Or stories. I leave that to my sister.

But I do write poetry.

No, not the Dr. Seuss, whang-zoobler keeb-keepler cat-hat kind. My poetry (if you can call it that) is not always bright sunshine and lollipops. It's what I see around me. I'm not emo, or depressed, or think that I'm sooo deep with an outlook blacker than a punk-rocker's eyeliner. I don't see the world as a bleak place; on the contrary, to my way of thinking, the world is 90% good. But that other 10% is more obvious. And that's what sucks.

So here it is. The contents of my brain, vomited into a semi-coherent (and semi-congealed) mass of words.
The words of a cardboard poet.
It's not much.
And it's not deep.
But I like it.