:3 Flattered Fool

So, my younger sister decided to start blogging. :) She says it's going to be about her life and "her side of the story"- so basically like mine but from a younger age (jr high). She's really new, in fact she just set up her blog.  I'm super excited to see if her blog is going to go anywhere, or be like mine, with few, but awesome readers. ^w^' 

p.s. Note to the stalkers- stalk her and I'll hunt you >:(

>> Her site:  http://ninjassideofthestory.blogspot.com/

D: OH NO!!!

SO... for some odd reason, my blog thinks that ANY anonymous posts are spam posts, and they won't show. :( I love getting comments, and I don't want to change my settings so that anyone who wants to comment has to have accounts- because honestly, that sucks. I see them in my email, but they just don't show on my page! Do any of you who own blogs know what I can do?

Things are going to get better

I thank my teacher as I walk out, but before I can take a step out of the classroom, my teacher asks me to come to the desk to have a quick word. Suddenly I'm worried. What does my physics teacher have to say to me? Am I in trouble? Later in our discussion I find out that definitely isn't the case. He just wanted to point out to me that he's noticed a huge improvement from last year in my chemistry class.Last year was difficult for me. It was literally one bad thing after another, and I struggled to hold and keep my head high.

First, my parents divorced because of my father's abuse for my mom and any of my siblings that tried to stand up for her. Then right after that my mom couldn't stand the social pressure of the neighborhood we were living in, so she announced we were moving near my aunt's for moral support. She also added she was going into nursing, so instead of being home all the time, she wouldn't be there at all.

Moving for the first time in my life, I went from outgoing to what my mom called a wallflower. I felt I couldn't talk to my mom because she was always so stressed about her college classes that me being lonely would only add onto it. I managed to make friends, and join my school's flag team. Still trying to not give into my pain, I avoided homework and I flunked. It was a miracle that I wasn't kicked out of my team.

The most I could do is tell myself to carry on. At the end of the term I set a goal- I would start going back to the grades I use to earn- A's and B's instead of C's, D's and F's. But my plans failed my when my friend died, and my new goal was to make it through the day without crying or to simply get out of bed. I just kept telling myself I'd turn in my assignments tomorrow- today was to hard to face. When tomorrow came, it was too.

Finally, school ended and I had to make up all of my failed classes. I couldn't allow myself to fail again. I promised myself that through no matter what, I'd pass my classes with nothing lower than a C. When school started, I stayed up late studying, and forced myself to do homework. At the end of the term, I got A's and B's.

Last week was really hard on me. My mom was struggling with memories of her abuse, and my home was a mess. But I made through it, and today I realized that I'm stronger and so much better than I was last year. Everyday I notice that instead of something tearing me down, there is something to look forward to. I cannot wait for tomorrow, last year I would have dreaded it. When things were getting worse and worse, I kept telling myself that things were going to get better. Although they exactly weren't then, they are now.

From now on, I know I can go through anything. And when the worst comes again I'll just remember I'm one step I was yesterday.

Alone

Unendurable

Dreary
Misunderstood

Alone

Sobbing
Darkness
Hurt

Alone

Alone
Alone

Support
Hope
Trust

adopted
cherished
loved
supported

surrounded

Pointless FBVenting

I quickly type my email and my password like it's no problem, and log in. Then something rare happens- I have 23 notifications. Quickly leading my mouse over the little world with a bubble saying 23. Somebody must have commented on something! But when I click on the notifications the singing dies into a sound of mouring. I have several notifications of what my friends have been doing- posting things, updating their status and changing their pictures. Scrolling through, there's no real notifications. Disapointed, I click on a few of my friends updates and comment on their new profile picture.

A little frustraited, I go to my wall- and I'm bombarded with the more "important" information- pictures that my friends have liked or commented on. I don't see any statuses or anything I actually care about. It's all memes, pictures or those cut and paste statuses. Nobody cares about those. My friend asks me if I have seen her status, and I haven't seen it, even though it's been up for days.

Back To School

So I *Know* that we've all started school weeks ago. I know I'm late to post, but I don't care. I'll explain why I'm late in exchange for your understanding- my family's laptops all died, may they rest in peace, and the my mom needs the computer for schooling. Now that your informed that my posts will be dwindling to now and then, here's how my first day of school goes....

I wake up, wide eyed staring at my alarm clock. I've woken up before it- by an hour. While most people die when school starts, I'm a little kid counting down the days until it starts. I can't wait to go back to school, and see all my friends I haven't seen since school ended. I'm pumped for fall season for color guard and I just want to learn. Yes, I'm excited about sitting in a desk and listening to my teacher rant in front of the classroom.

I pull an extra pillow over my face, hoping I'll go back to sleep, but sleep is beyond me at this point. An hour passes, and my alarm is turned off before it turns on. I blast the radio to not only wake me up but my brother the room across.  Once we're both ready, we walk out to the bus stop. The same route, the same bus driver, and I'm quivering with anticipation.

One step into the building and Im tackling a friend. I walk over to eat breakfast and wait till the bell rings.

As soon as I walk into class, I remember about disclosure documents, and I nap the rest of the day.

The End

Narwhale Hunting Interveiw

So, I kinda realized how depressing my blog's been lately, and my friend's here, so we're making a post together and doing an interview to my friend Chippy (questions are from google)

Q: Tell me about yourself
A: Queit, Antisocial, dog person, quick to forgive, lil chubby .... great hugger :D
Q: What are your strengths?
A: Very good at biting my tongue, can keep a cool head, can keep a secret
Q: What are your weaknesses?
A: Can't talk to people very well, holds a lot in, I kinda have a mouth but I'm working on tht one, I over think a lot
Q: Why do you want this job?
A: I'm applying for a job?
Q: Just go with it
A: Cause.... I want a job that matters, and I feel like I'd be good for it
Q: Where would you like to be in your career five years from now?
A: At a higher position then when I started
Q: What attracted you to this company?
A: It seems like a good working environment
Q:If you found out your company was doing something against the law, like fraud, what would you do? 
A: Hope that the company had the best interests in mind
Q:What are the qualities of a good leader? A bad leader
A: A mad leader works the people for the profits, while a good leader works for the people an give the profits
Q: Sell me this pencil
A: All pencils work the same, except that this pencil is more special because it's built by a realizable company
Q: Single people work more, are you single?
A: Yes, although i do have a date planned
Q: Sorry, We can't hire you
A: Why not?
Q: We prefer Single workers. Sorry, Thanks for applying to the Angry Apple Narwhal company.
A: What Jon is this for?
Q: Jon?
A: Job
Q: Narwhal hunting
A:It really matters that much if I'm single?
Q: Yes it does
A: Why?
Q: Single workers work more
A: Alright then, what was this really for?
Q: :D my blog
A: - -'
Q: We'll be happy to refer you to the cloudy pen narwhal company though


http://career-advice.monster.com/job-interview/interview-questions/100-potential-interview-questions/article.aspxhttp://www.buzzle.com/articles/funny-interview-questions.html

My Coach, My Friend, My Older Brother

I used nicknames instead of real names for respect and privacy.
".....Gunny's Dead."
I don't believe it. It's not real. It can't be real. Hollywood's got to me making a terrible sarcastic joke. I saw Gunny this Saturday. He was perfectly fine. Gunny can't be dead. He was only 18. He wasn't done with his life. He can't be dead. He was suppose to get better.
My brain works only in short, simple sentances. "You're joking, right?" Everyone's facial expression says it all. My blood drains out of my face. I feel weak. I need to sit down or I'm going to collapse, but I'm already caught in a huge group hug. "Why is everybody hugging me?" Georgia looks at me and says " You looked like you needed it the most" I just nod and choke out " I need to sit down." I walk 5 feet to the destination that seems so far away. I sit down and hide my face. He's gone. Passed away.  Tears run down my face, I try to stop them for a few seconds, but there are too many to fight. My will to fight is gone. From what was a few tears dripping from my checks turns into a waterfall. Cries and sobs that I don't even know start coming.
 Georgia comes sit by me and pats me on the back. Lunch seems too quick, and I have to call my mom to be excused from chemistry. "I can't take it." I whimper, but it was pointless to explain, because everyone knows exactly why I'm excusing myself. I call my mom and I choke out " Mom.....can you excuse me from fourth period?" It takes awhile, but I manage to tell my mom that Gunny passed away, and nothing but sobs and cries of anguish follow.
It seems too much like a dream. Gunny couldn't of left us this easily. No goodbyes, nothing.  He was perfectly fine Saturday, and then went into a seizure monday. We were praying and fasting for him today. He was suppose to get better, and life would go on. He wasn't suppose to die like this, he was going to become an electrician, he was suppose to meet the girl of his dreams and marry her in the temple. But now, everything was going to be different.
"It's okay, Eva, he's in a better place now." Georgia comforts me through her own tears.  That's when it hit me- All his plans were changed, all of our plans were changed. Only the Lord's plans were still the same. My savior has a bigger picture in mind, and Gunny is part of it. This is where Gunny left to be called on a mission for the those who had passed away without the knowledge of the church. And  Gunny was one of those men needed to be called to leave his family and friends for a short time, then who was I to stand in the way?

Even though I knew this, tears just ran down my face. I still missed him more than anything, and the second coming seemed so far away. Memories of  Gunny were shared with my other fellow guard members, Gunny teaching rifle line, his ridiculous comments. And with my team, we got through the impossible hour. We spent the rest of the day at the temple, feeling the comfort we needed, reassuring us that the Lord had sent Gunny to a better place, and that because he had suffered for our sins and rose from the dead, that Gunny was going to live again.
That night was the most difficult night of my life. I dragged myself to my bed and cried even more. I was now alone, and afraid of what my dreams were going to bring me. Suddenly humbled, I remembered that I hadn't read my scriptures or knelt down in prayer yet. After managing to read through my fuzzy vision, I knelt down in prayer, and prayed for all of my friends going through this impossible night as well. I prayed for Gunny's family. I thanked the Lord for the memories of Gunny that I had and allowing me to have him in my life. I thanked him for letting me get so close to him in the few months I knew him.  When I went to bed, I felt comfort and peace.
I'm not going to lie, the following week was difficult. My 16th birthday passed, but it hardly meant anything, other than meeting down with my friends. When people asked me how it felt to be 16, I wanted to punch them in the face and tell them that if this is how it felt to be sixteen, it would be a sucky year. But I just mumbled " Feels the same as yesterday." I didn't know how many of my friends knew and how many didn't. The only thing that kept me from going insane was the fact I knew that I would meet Gunny again, and that the Savior knew what I was going through.
Practice kept going, but it wasn't the same. The whole guard kept expecting him to come through the door. Coach announced that Gunny's funeral was going to be very non-traditional. Instead of having a funeral, it was going to be a celebration of his life. But coach wasn't finished, we were also going to perform our show, Citizen Solider at his funeral. Instead of having a cot that Hollywood was going to sit on, there were going to be empty boots and a rifle. This was going to the impossible. But Coach asked us to do it for his family, and if Coach asked us to do anything, we knew it was possible. "Let's do it for Gunny" Hollywood says through tears.

                                                        We did. For Gunny.

Mind Over Media

:P So I promised I would post as soon as I can. I haven't been able to write much, so I'm just doing the English assignment that sorta finished last week. Some things need editing, but I've already turned it in and I'm too lazy to do anything. ^w^'I 'm still holding up to my promise that I am going to post as soon as I'm ready, this is the closest I could get to posting. Thank you so much for your support and patience

:D We were told to do an assignment on an argumentive essay, and I chose this topic because there are so many girls out there who have a low self-esteem and think that they're stupid, ugly, and can't do anything right. The sad thing is, that's not true. They are amazing. They are smart. They are beautiful. They live life at the fullest. They are a Daughter of God. They are my crutch when I need somebody to lean on. No model in a newspaper can ever compare to half of the women my friends are. And while I know that things are beyond most likely of never changing, I can only pray I can convince some people out there that they don't have the fake body of a model, they have an amazing personality for who they are - a real person in the real world. Nothing can beat that definition of beauty.

                                              Today, Media influences everything we do, from what we wear to how we see each other. Overbearing amounts of Media is poured into our heads every day, and over half of that media is cluttered with skimpy outfits, demeaning phrases, and sexually suggestive pictures all sublimely announcing the same idea – People are objects and they have to scoop low to be looked up to.  From driving down the highway to just listening to the radio, we’re being influenced by the media’s ideal “Perfect Body”. It’s wrong when Teenagers have the dream to become a live Barbie, but for some reason when media promotes that we don't see anything wrong about that. Because of the commercial clutter that’s been created, we can’t look at ourselves or others without feeling the need to be skinnier and to be sexier.

                        In any source of media that can be used, there is twisted messages to distort the way we think of what is average beauty.  In one of the Discovery Channels’ episode “The Sex Files” They report a study in the Fijian culture. Before TVs were introduced to them, the eating disorders were only at 3%. After three years, eating disorders elevated up to 15%. After further study, 74% of the Fijian Girls felt overweight, and 62% of them resolved to diet just to feel thin. In the US, it’s common or even considered “normal” to have feelings of low self-esteem about themselves. But is feeling obese when you’re perfectly healthy really normal? Dove informed the public only 11% of women consider the term beautiful to describe who they are. That leaves 89% too many of girls thinking otherwise. It isn’t difficult for a woman to look at a commercial of partially dressed women with a perfect body, and then to their own. It’s even simpler for them to assume that they will never be attractive until they look like a model. As soon media convinces women to be in that vulnerable state of mind, they strike harder. Announcements of the newest dieting plan, liposuction, and cosmetic surgery are pierced into our heads with advertisements that are spotted with just a turn of the head.  So when Studies from Harvard show that 86% of women believe that they should be on a diet or are already on one, it isn’t shocking. But what is shocking is that thirty-five percent of “normal” diets progress into an eating disorder. Twenty percent of those with eating disorders will die.

            Not only is the public convinced that we need to become what media tells us to become, but media’s ransom the impossible. In the Article, More than Just Dolls- if Barbie was real, she would have to walk on all fours because her feet couldn’t support the weight of her upper body. The Ideal lady would be 5’ 9’’ and her neck would be  twice as long as the normal neck.  Every girl would have to weigh 110 pounds – 76% of a healthy weight. Even with surgery, the sexy woman in the magazine is still unobtainable. In fact- only 8 women in 3 billion would be close to matching the model’s demands. It’s impossible to be flawless, but media still makes it look common.

While the laws of freedom of speech protect businesses that glamorize skeletal figures, women are starving themselves, and then, literally become skeletons. The unethical should not be legal. We could save millions of lives if the freedom of speech laws were stricter about what they allow to be shown to the public. It sounds impossible, but it’s a shot that should be taken, a shot that France is working to. The bill they are trying to pass threatens 37,500 euros if charged from not disclosing if they photoshopped their models.  We have already created laws against showing violent photos to the public, so why can’t they filter through photo-shopped and half-naked models?

The women on the newspaper should show women who haven’t been altered in anyway, a healthy BMI, and reasonable amount of clothing.  If we were to change the way that media showed women, we could change the world. People would have better respect for themselves and others. Several girls would reconsider going anorexic. Girls won’t be comparing themselves to models that are impossible to reach. But until we do something about it, Media is going to be deforming our perspective of what beauty is.

An Apology

My friend passed away last week, and It's been really hard for me to post anything. I hope you don't mind,
I'll try to get some posts in later when I'm mentally stable. Thank you so much for your tolerance

Little Sisters

This post is for everyone out there with a little sister, or if you're extremely lucky sisters.
I love my little sisters, and I want to challenge all of you what I've challenged yourself: create a path that your little sisters can follow without messing it up.  My littlest sister looked at me yesterday and announced "If Eva does it, then I'm going to do it too!" this wasn't the first time she's said something like that either. One time when I was sick and staying home from school she used the same phrase " If Eva goes to school, then I'm going." The first time my little sister said that to me, I realized that I was setting an example to her, and my other two younger siblings. The guys I date, the way I treat myself, my grades, how I talk, my friends, the list keeps going. If I don't live my life the way I should, I'm not just effecting my life, I'm effecting theirs.

The fact is, I'm going to be an example for my sisters. And so are you.

And from now to eternity, I'm going to be the person I want my sisters to be.

Yearbook

It's raining, and I'm running out to the bus stop, and I realize I forgot my yearbook staff application.
But once I get on the bus, my brain starts rewinding, and remembers when I was in yearbook last year...

Yearbook for the first couple of weeks was a strange experience. I really enjoyed the class, but I didn't talk much, I just kept to myself.
One day it was raining, I just stared at the windows across the room when one of the girls stood up, and announced she was going to sit by the window because she loved the rain. Opening the window, I looked at her and thought about sitting next to her. A small weak breeze hit my face, and dragged me to sit next to her.
"I love the rain too, I'm going to sit next to you." I stated as I sat next to her.
I didn't find out her name by asking her, I just listened to the teacher call her by name.
Not long after that, Brittney and I became friends.

Driving

I suck at driving, it's official now. I was doing my driver's course, and the kid I'm assigned with this kid that drives like a pro. After feeling safe enough to fall asleep, we switch seats, and once I move to do the 3-point turn, I'm pretty certain we both realize how much I suck at driving.
In the end, I ran over a cone, went into reverse, ran into again, and killed 9 other cones as well.
I would illustrate it, but cars are my weakness when it comes to drawing, maybe someday....

Pinky Promise

Alright guys, I'm being lazy. No it's not that I'm busy, it's just the fact I'm as lazy as heck, and I haven't been posting lately. I promise that as soon as I get the time, I will post something.

If you're anything like me, you probably haven't noticed that i haven't posted for a week, but maybe there is somebody out there waiting for me to post...

How to draw a unicorn

I've never ever my whole life have ever given a tutorial on how to draw something. But when I was in 3rd Grade, I read a all of my school's library books on how to draw *fill in a word here*. All I ever learned from that was to use circles and squares when I draw, and I still can't draw a car. >:(
Anyways, my point is, this might not make sense at all, but you're going to have to suck it up.

Anyways, You start out with a unicorn with 3 circles. - they don't have to be the world's best circles, because you're erasing them in the end

Then you add a muzzle ( I think that's what it's called) I use to add a circle there too, but it doesn't look as good. Just do a sideways hill

then you add the feet. they're pretty self explainitory, a triangle-like rectangle for the front hoof, and a rectagle for the front.
Now the back's pretty tricky, draw a circle, and then a sidways rectangle next to it (the red is showing the shapes, I've done it enough times I can skip this step)

Now add the tail. I don't know how to explain how to do the tail, so if you can't do it your alone.

Now, the mane is just like the tail, but smaller, and a bunch of them coming from the head down to the neck. the first one  looks best when it flips up

Now add the horn, and erase all the ugly lines. Sometimes it's really hard to get the thickness JUST right

( I forgot to draw the other hind leg so I added it, I don't know how to describe how to draw it, so just free hand it, or don't draw it at all) Draw the eyes and whatever however you want to

YAY! You're done! I'm pretty certain it might even looke better than mine! And if it doesn't - don't worry if it's not amazing, drawing's just like sports and music. Practice DOES make a difference.

{If you want to add wings, just do squiggles
And to make it a zebra just add lines}

Cleverbot Jerk

So I decided to use Cleverbot, my last resource of entertainment. :/ Ya I know, it's lame. But I had nothing to do- k? Youtube and Blogs lost interest, and nothing new was on Facebook.


SO ANYWAYS here's my short conversation...
At first he was all sweet....


User: I find you attractive.
Cleverbot: Oh good. What color is my hair?
User: You don't have hair... You're a robot.
Cleverbot: I'm not a computer.
User: So I'm talking to a human then?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: You are a human? I thought you were a robot.
Cleverbot: No. You are a robot.
User: I'm a ROBOT???? O.O.
Cleverbot: Yes, you are. You're an amazing robot.
User: :3 awwww.
Cleverbot: Do you love me?
User: Yes.
Cleverbot: Can I marry you?
User: No you can't marry me. You have to ask me on a date first.
(then he goes typical guy)
Cleverbot: What is the riddle?

Then my page refreshed.... so I had to restart -___-'


>:( THEN HE WAS SUCH A JERK TO ME!

User: Hey Robot.
Cleverbot: I'm not the bot. You are.
User: O.O you're saying that I'm a robot???
Cleverbot: I did not say that. For better or for worse, you are not a human. You are a robot.
User: I think I'm going to cry.
Cleverbot: Why?
User: Because I just found out I'm a robot.
Cleverbot: No you're not.
User: :D I'm not a robot!?!?!
Cleverbot: Yes you are.
User: :'(.
Cleverbot: Because you're annoying.
User: :'(.
Cleverbot: Lol.
*later*
User: I hate you.
Cleverbot: Why?
User: You show no sympathy.
Cleverbot: I want to hurt you.
User: See what I mean!?!?! Your physically and mentally abusive!
Cleverbot: Thank you, :).
User: You have problems... Goodnight.
Cleverbot: I know. Goodnight.




:D and for my drawing challenge 
again I'm too lazy to use the scanner, plus it's too late 
I'm suppose to draw my favorite animal
:P guess what it is? 

I worked harder on this one, but drawing on the computer stinks X(
also, notice that indigo IS included in the rainbow
YAY FOR ROYGBIV!
{also my enter key is acting funny today, so I'm sorry if there's an awkward space}

... What is Guard?

So- whenever I mention guard, or comp I get the usual reaction- O.o what's Guard?

It's really easy....
Guard is spinning, not twirling. Guard is when a gun isn't a gun, it's a rifle, and when a sword is now a sabre. The 6 foot ones are flags, and the little twin ones are swing flags. Guard is when you're friends can hit you with a pole, and you won't hate them for it. Guard is a "no bubble" zone. Guard is practicing in a band room with a ceiling too short, and fighting for the gym because nobody thinks that guard is an important sport. Guard is skipping down the hallway barefoot and with a flag tucked under your arms, ignoring all the people staring. Guard is when you go running to you're friends crying and they pull out their 6 foot pole for the jerk who hurt you. Guard is parallels when you're happy. Guard is mustaches and monocles. Guard is when you find yourself spinning the broom when you know you're suppose to be sweeping the floor, and when you twirl your pencil like a flag. Guard is - ice cream scoop, circle in front DO A FREAKING SPACIAL! Guard is when you can shout "JAM IT!!!" and everybody in the team knows that you've jammed your finger, while innocent bystanders stare at you for swearing so loud. Guard is when you perform on a sprained ankle, even though you know you shouldn't. Guard is when you laugh if somebody ask you if a pole hits your face. Guard is Drama. Guard is when you wear your BDU's everywhere cuz their that comfortable. Guard is doing push-ups, then doing you're routine again. Guard is when you're bored you Google search uniforms and flags during your free time, or look up songs you can spin to. Guard is using your flag for a blanket and hiding so you won't get tickled. Guard is when half the people there are 5'2" and the pole is 6 feet long. Guard is sock buns and 50 bobby pins in your hair. Guard is when you're sore, but you don't notice because you've been sore for so long. Guard is bruises up your arms and reassuring everyone you're not in a abusive relationship. Guard is when you realize you had a life before guard, and now you can't quit because you don't have one without it anymore.  Guard is life.

Picture version:

Better than the Turtle

So I was talking to my friend. I was going to tell them I had a song stuck in my head, but instead, I kinda spiced it up a bit by making an English assignment version ( you know, the dinosaur represents me enjoying the song and the turtle represents me being sick of the song at the same time. The dinosaur won because the song's epic) AND then I decided to draw a real quick picture for it- by then I decided to post it. :)

(the song was Wake Me Up- Eminessence we were listening to songs for Guard)

I told you " Don't bug that dinosaur" But nooooo....

and now for my 30 day challenge.

:'( sorry but I don't' have time to scan right now, so here's a gorgeous sketch of me.

Enjoy your Day!

~ The Tired and Lazy Zebraunicornasiss

^w^ I want these bedrooms

:D So I was surfing the web and I came across these images. These are pretty much the most epic rooms ever :) enjoy

How I wish my room looked:

Not my dream bedroom:

30 day challenge... >:) Challenge accepted

I'm pretty certain I've done this repeated amount of times... in one day, but hey! :D it's something to do! After every post, I'll be adding my challenge. No- I'm not going to do it one after another (I'm not crazy), just after each post.
:3 let's see how this goes.... any ideas to do after the 30 days? :( It kinda seems a little short for me...

:D Quick story of when I was wittle

So Once upon a time, in 4th grade I decided I not only liked to draw, but I liked to write stories about my friends and I. At first, they were fictional stories, I was a flying squirrel and my friends were blue birds, guienea pigs, horses, etc, etc. I and Tiddley (the bird) were the destructive ones who did anything to get their hands on candy while our "mommy" Snuggles (the bunny) tried to keep us from destroying the planet. But not that I've read a few from when I was little (but then lost them :( sorry I wish I could post them) They don't make any sense.

The end!

Driving to California

Struggling to get out of bed, I manage to drag my lifeless body across the room. After my brain registers that I have stumbled into the bathroom, I start brushing my hair to get ready for school. 

“Are you excited to go to California this today?” My mom asks.  By the way she looks, I can tell that she’s been up for a while. Unfortunately, she’s caught me off guard. Honestly, I’m not looking forward to going to California. While my hands were a zombie’s, my brain tries searching for a positive spin on the trip to watch my brother graduate from the marines.  I miss my brother, and I’m skipping out of a math test that I haven’t studied for.  When I try to think of the cons, the only thing that comes up is that I’m missing another competition, but that’s it.  Despite the fact that the “Pros” were winning in the argument quorum going in my head, my mind’s made its choice. I wasn’t very enthuastic about the trip.

My mom asked me again, and because of my restrained judgment, I tell the truth, “not really.” Almost as soon as I say it, I realize the mistake I made. My mom’s spent all of our extra money for this trip.

“Mr. Teacher, can you please send Eva to the Attendance office? She’s checking out. “

I swoop for my bag and almost bolt out of class before my driver’s ED teacher can show me one more seat belt commercial. Following my mom into the van, I cram into the back. I’m squished between my two sister’s car seats, and the air is already stale. Within hours, the cities dissolve into towns, and then into random houses in the middle of nowhere. The sun in the middle of the sky slowly descends behind the mountains. And then, when night clouds the sky, my beautiful mountains turn into silhouettes, and then vanish with the stars. Occasionally, we drive through canyons lit up with a huge yellow full moon.  As time comes by, I see civilization. A valley lighten up by buildings, shimmering gold. Suddenly I’m flashed by buildings of hues of red and purple. I’m seeing buildings of different shapes, all with different promising titles, even though they promise to sell the same thing: Bankruptcy.

Suddenly, I’m “Jumping for Joy” to view the California Beach

Not True in my case, but a typical Love Story

:P Just felt like drawing this.. I think I got the idea from a picture on FB

The secret agent from colorguard

Quick story- So 2 competitions ago I saw this guy- he was in an all out suit, and had sunglasses on, with wires coming down from his ear. Walking next to my friend, I "whispered" ( I was on sugar, so I was talking really loud) to her "HE LOOKS LIKE A SECRET AGENT!!" almost right after, he turned and said- "I am one."

Like this:

So at the next competition, I thought I saw him again.
I tried to get my friend's attention... and it all went downhill from that