...And a Happy New Year...

Merry Christmas, guys!
            So today I got THE ART BOOK FOR AMERICAN MCGEE'S ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS!! Which probably no one cares about or knows what that even is. Well, that's what Google is for, god dang it. Look it up. Look it up and be forever changed by the awesome darkness that is American McGee's Alice. Unless you're like, ten, then STAY THE FLIP AWAY FROM ALL THINGS AMERICAN MCGEE UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE TRAUMATIZED! I should not write stuff at ten-thirty in the evening. I get into meaningless rants. But American McGee's Alice... Is worth it. Every time. Makes me want to write about a twisted Vivia Drea... but then my sane, wimpy self says no. I will eventually. Probably I'll start it one day at three in the morning when I just don't care about anything anymore. 
            Yeah, so this is just posting because I say I will do much writing and then nothing happens and there is just pathetic silence on my end. So I'm gonna write something every other day and FINISH THE SECOND CHAPTER OF LOST RABBIT(Here) THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN DRAFTS FOREVER. The characters sound/act so awkwardly, they're hard to write for. It was all like 'oh this is gonna happen, then this, and this and when I publish Chapter One it just "DEAD" I seriously was throwing myself at it every way I could, so It's going to be a short chapter. Wah. Short things are for wimps that can't handle plot.
            So like I said! Happy holidays and all that wonderful stuff. Bye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

It's Christmas!!!

            Okay, so school finally let out for Christmas Break, so I can focus on the lovely, lovely holidays instead of 'OH DEAR GOD THIS IS ALL DUE TOMORROW!!' School stuff. And what better way to start off the holidays with what my sister did. She was all 'YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE MY PRESENT FOR YOU SO MUCH! I WANT TO TELL YOU SOOO BAD!' for a week. And was like 'meh, okay Eager MacBeaver.' And this morning when I woke up after a dream involving in the finding of missing friends of friends that I don't really have, and unconventional train riding-more on that later, I'm now keeping a Dream Journal-she was going to give me a present early. I wasn't expecting much, even with her so excited, but then I was truly surprised when she brought in-guess what- a KITTEN!! I've been asking for one since about last Christmas, never really expecting to get one. BUT ROSIE GOT ME ONE! He's an orange tabby, adorableness catified. I literally went 'I will love him and hug him and call him... uh... uh...' I stammered, trying to chose a name. 'Is it bad if I call him Bunny, since he's a cat?' So his name is Bunny II, after the stuffed animal I spent most of my life with. Right now he's snoozing next to me while I blog to music and talk to Rosie about stuff. It's a weird, barely there competition for his attention when Rosie's just fawning over him because she's great with animals and I'm... not. He's the best early Christmas present ever.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Happy Holidays!

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone.
          Yeah. So it's a weird holiday this year. Firstly because we had it in our house instead of my Aunt Becky's. Second because my cousin Andy's chasing my sister with a... nevermind. Turkey neck. Not going to talk about it. Not going to get involved.
Weirdest. Family. Ever!
           Oh, and this bit of news could go everywhere or nowhere: My dad says he has an idea to turn our tree house into a TARDIS.
Best. Family. Ever!
           Yeah, we have a tree house, wired with electricity (I helped with that) and everything! But the roof is made of a type of wood that leaks. Badly. So it's currently in renovations purgatory. Mildew, cobwebs, dirt. Yech! But we have the tools to fix it! I think... Last I checked... Details, Details... But all that aside-A TARDIS! Doctor Who is the coolest thing ever. Paint it blue on the outside, instead of it's blendy-bleary gray and green, and totally convert the inside. (Using lots of junk. That area, though, is covered. We do have junk.) So, now... resources (quite possibly), motivation...
But we're probably gonna need time. Planning and stuff. Models.
Can't wait.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Don't Worry, Only a Fraction of This is Actually About School

I hate school.
So, so much.
....................

So!
            On a different note, the week off school equals more writing! Hopefully... If I don't dedicate the vacation from simply recovering from school. That would be terrible. Well, anyway:
           You guys know about my story The Lost Rabbit? {Here}It mentions Bunny, my childhood toy. Now, I'm a bit of a curious person, so I see this thing called 'Overgrowth' on YouTube, and I click on it. Just because I've seen it before and I wondered what it was about. As it turns out, it's a 'sandbox' game or something. And the character is a bunny. 
Do you see where I'm going with this?
Yeah, it was a brown bunny. Okay, so, I watch this and I'm thinking 'Okay, this is a bit gory and gross, but kinda interesting. Not really my thing, I don't think...' And I'm watching the guy occasionally fail and listen to him babble and maybe laugh at him a little bit. (It was late, I wanted something funny to keep me awake, so I clicked on a Let's Play. Nothing could really annoy me at that point.) And then all of a sudden my brain goes "Hey, this looks like an American McGee's version of your Bunny." And won't shut up about it. So I just disturbed myself. Ever done that? Y'Know, thought something you could live your whole life without ever considering, and quite happily, too, but you thought it and it changes your point of view forever.
That's what I happened.
At least, at like, five minutes to midnight and still watching the video it seemed that way. At the time.
            Yeah. So brace yourselves. A whole week of me off school.
I'm going to be posting A LOT of stuff.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Spotify Play Button Experiment

Doodle Page Game

             This is a Doodle Page. You pick your two favorite color pens, a pencil, and an eraser and you draw random stuff. I started with a sloppy drawing of Nyan Cat. Then I drew a shockingly good drawing of American McGee's Cheshire Cat completely from memory and in pen. Not inked over, actually completely in pen. Pretty much half of it is all American McGee's Alice themed. And don't ask me what the fireman bird thing in the middle is, I have no idea. But I'm not going to explain every single thing of every single thing like: 'The flowers symbolize the regression of summer and blah, blah, blah.' Nobody has time for that. Actually, I do have time for that. I have a lot of time. LOTS. But I want to sit back and see what others think. Ohmigosh. I want to make this a bit of an activity. Pick your favorite colors, a sheet of paper, and draw whatever. Then post the results. It doesn't matter if you can't draw or whatever, you could just scribble and make                                                                                                                          it like an ink blot test.
                                                                      This is so going to be put on Tumblr.
And I never post anything on Tumblr!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Coraline, Doctor Who, and Fairies made of Plastic Flowers

            I'm baa-ack! Hello again, unseen audience of random people! Darn you, school, you suck out all my energy I could put towards doing cool things. Like writing. And learning how to draw better. And making little flower fairies. Yeah, that was fun. That's totally how I'm going to spend the weekend!
...
What the heck is wrong with me?
Jeez...
            So anywho... my life is ennui. (ohn-wee) That's one of our vocabulary words, it means boring in french. Which means I need to get my imagining muscles flexed and working, high school has made them go all stiff. Thinking... Thinking...
I need to learn how to laugh in a foreign accent.
The book Coraline is brilliant. Just saying. Her mom's all 'Where did you go we're supposed to be shopping!' And Coraline goes 'I was kidnapped by aliens but wore a disguise and talked funny and got away.' Like my dad. I asked him what Doctor Who was about once. He told me it was about these clones (Doctor Who, When, Where, What, and How.) And he had the comic around somewhere. This sounded amazing and I asked him 'What about Doctor Why?' He said questions like that made him run away. He then told me about him and a friend walking down from the... Colorado Mountains, I think, and coming back to find Doctor What in his blue lab coat and a disassembled electric guitar (not his, so no worries) and a blender. Or something. Can't really quote it verbatim. So I couldn't wait to find out more. Sadly, the comic was something I had already read and was nothing like what he described. Neither was Doctor Who. I still like it, but Dad's version sounded more exciting. I think I'm going to write a story about those Doctors. That would be fun. I could connect it to A Wrinkle in Time and... 
Stuff.
            Rant ended. I think I might post my story The Lost Rabbit on Wattpad. I'm going to do that now.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Poetry

{Link}
             Okay so, feeling a little down and listening to Avril Lavigne I decided to write a song. It came out a bit more like poetry. So I posted it onto Wattpad. Read it! Or don't. I'm not sure if I want people to check it out...
Well, it's out there now!
            It's called Growing. Basically, it's about life, school, and our expectations. Well, my expectations. I've also looked back on something I wrote a long time ago...

T.Y.G.E.R.

Adventure!

            Okay, so here I am, exhausted, weighed down by fast food, and draped over my desk. But this is a good thing. Why? I'll tell you. Glued to the computer all week, the excitement of High School numbed to a repetitive monotony, one uneventful today my Dad and I share the need to get out and be in the world. Thus, I spontaneous trip to Little Five Points! It's the weirdest place I've ever been. I saw a girl busking with her tuba, a six or seven foot tall woman that Dad told me was probably a cross-dresser. People there are the weirdest and that's just what I adored about it. We looked through a ton of the stores and I discovered that I had a liking for hats. There were places like Psycho Sisters, crazy stores full of wigs and neon fairy wings and more subdued places like the Clothing Warehouse. At the end of the day, we went to an ice cream place and I tried the Fish 'n Chips. It was just good fun all around.
            And that people, was my day. Tomorrow, I think I might seriously consider putting multicolored streaks in my hair. Just in case you all care. So, unseen audience of random people, what do you think? I'm reaching out for feedback here. I don't care if it's about the post, the state of the economy, or the new poll. I know you're reading this! The stat log told me!

T.Y.G.E.R. 

In The Margins

            This is how I draw people in my school notebooks. They are usually really, really tiny. So this is me overlong bangs and green hoodie and all. I'm going to draw Rose (My sister.) next. Lately I've been doing a bunch of little thumbnail comics... hmm...
            So today I was cleaning up my room-really an excuse to discover 2 Nick Magazines I didn't know I had, my Tetris Cube puzzle, and about 25 different writing utensils and a bunch of random junk papers from my old school. So after I put the pencils and pens where they 'belong'. (The general area where they are usually found.) I messed with the puzzle, because I am easily distracted. Sooo much more fun than a Rubik's cube... But I still can't fit the last awkward- as-all-heck piece. It was a nice surprise to find a mysterious orange shoe-box full of interesting objects.
Yes, this entire paragraph is filler because if it wasn't this would be empty white space an it would be boring.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Scribblings of Mine: Now With Pictures

            Woo! I have finally successfully  scanned and uploaded a drawing without our legally-blind scanner ruining it. It took me foreeever. It's me, Rainy Rabbit, and Max fending off Boredom Monsters. It was also my first time coloring something on the computer. So many bright colors... And I still have to figure out shading.
            About the 'creative' technology in our house: It gets sick enjoyment out of messing things up. I'll be all like 'this is a great picture! I should scan it onto the computer and share it with the world!' And my parent's computer and mentioned scanner is all like 'Nope let's be like that lady who messed with that Jesus painting and make the colors all horrible and crap.' And then I call mom and dad for help and we make all these revisions to it to make it show up better until it is damaged beyond repair and I give up. Dad is constantly talking about throwing all of it out the window. 
            But all things aside, I'm glad this one's finished. I'm learning to draw bigger, and to use a ruler. A lot. So much perspective in this picture.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Allergies/My Amazing Ability To Go Off Topic Once Again

            Stupid allergies. I feel like crap in the morning and get better before I can get out of school. Then I come home and my body's like: "Oh, let's make her feel miserable when she can't benefit from it!" This is what I get for going outside. Which is ironic because:
My childhood:
Outside: (Grabs red beret, brown exploring jacket, and frog jump rope while humming the Indiana Jones theme song.) "Allergies? Nope, never had 'em, never will. Wanna play treasure hunters?"
Inside: (Ballerina outfit. Tiara worn upside down because I was being a princess superhero. Spinning for no apparent reason.) "What is this 'motion sickness' you speak of?"
School: (Actually TALKING TO PEOPLE!!! *gasp* Wearing random dress I like because I have it and if I don't wear it than what's the point?) "I'm making a newspaper, want to help?"
If I saw three or more crayola markers in one setting, I had to stick them together and wave them around.
I read the Landry News by Andrew Clements and made my own newspaper with my friends.
I cried when I waited all day for recess to pass them out and they took them away while I was gone.
I was dang weird.
I realized people expected me to be different when I went to sixth grade. I learned how to play the trumpet and went to honor band. They gave us a short break to get some exercise or something, the area was a grassy hill. I remember wandering down a ways and sitting down thinking: What the heck are we supposed to do? After awhile I accidentally tumbled down the hill. And accidentally did it over and over again on purpose until somebody acknowledged my weirdness and hurt my feelings a bit. I then spent the next to years of my life working out the difference between being a kid and being a kid that is supposed to go a school day without recess.
Me now:
Outside: Nope.
Inside: I'm going to work on my stories. No YouTube, go away. Aw, what the heck.
(Hours later) Starting to write. "Get off the computer." Mom! I'm writing! "Now."
(Get's off)
Has inspiration.
Darn it.
School:So...much...shyness...cannot...even.
I hate it when the class ends and you haven't finished doodling.
I worry about making the facial expressions I make in my daydream when I'm spacing out.
I think I was more fashionable when I was six than I am now.
            So, I go off on another tangent about my life. But this time it was actually vaguely connected to my previous topic. Progress!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Blogger, Why Did You Spam Comments I Didn't Want Spammed?

            My Aunt Becky mentioned that she didn't see the comments she posted on my blog. I didn't really know what happened, until today. For absolutely no real reason I clicked the 'you spammed this stuff' icon while messing around on the Design settings. A bunch of stuff that didn't deserve to be spammed showed up!  What the heck. It was like the time I got an e-mail from someone and the moment I get around to viewing it it had magically disappeared. 
            I'm also trying to promote my blog. I went and got a Twitter page and messed around with my Google account that I needed to start this in the first place. It's that weird need for views and likes and stuff you get when you post something I guess. Originally I didn't care or really want lots of people looking at my stuff. Now I'm all 'Okay, so I only have two pageviews. I must find out how to get myself out there so there can be more.' 
            Gah, I shouldn't leave to go do stuff in the middle of a blog! I lost my train of thought after the first paragraph, and this one just crashed and burned. I couldn't remember the subjects they were supposed to flow into or the last few sentences I wanted to write. I turn the computer back on thinking 'okay, back to Blogger.' And write the one sentence I remembered before just going blank. So for today, I only have one thing to say.
Blogger, why did you spam people that I didn't want spammed?

T.Y.G.E.R.

I'm Still Alive!

            Okay, so the reason I haven't written anything on here is A: Writer's block and B: School. I was going to write about how my first week at high school went... but... got distracted. By Ib. And Yumi Nikki. And weekend laziness. But yesterday my sister wanted to write a story with me. So I decide to break out my old-fashioned typewriter out and write something. The following really just consisted of me reading out loud what I was typing and her looting my desk drawers for stuff that was 'hers' that I 'took from her room'. Finally I wave her hands away from my messy workstation and demand she contribute. So she's just sitting there looking bored, but then she looks up. "Did you think of something?!" I said with exaggerated awe.

"I thought about eating the longest rope," Pause for effect. "In an Olympic competition!"

            Yes, that is what she said. Hmm... I just now thought of Sunny from A Series of Unfortunate Events. She did always play her character when we did the video game and our board game. On a different note: More of my story The Lost Rabbit:

                He hid behind the hotel room’s safe while the cleaning staff carried away the garbage. He didn’t fancy the idea of taking a trip to the dump. He had a different destination in mind. He followed the older people out to where the deliveries came. He hoped he wouldn’t get to dirty before he got to the established meeting place; Narcia should see him at his best.

                Narcia was the Mistress of Mirrors. The government of Vivia Drea worked as such: the Mistress of Mirrors talked to the people and the final decision was made by the Glass Jury. Both were advised by a set of four, those four being an Advisor of Swords, Pentacles, Wands, or Cups.

He was meant to be one of those Advisors.

                It was an important job, and just thinking about it made his little rabbit heart beat faster. He was going to be the Advisor of Swords, the one that was supposed to tell whether something was fair or not. It was the most important of the bunch. The member of the Glass Jury that was supposed to sponsor him when they finally decided to accept him officially was waiting with the Mistress. “Rainy Rabbit! Rainy Rabbit!” She crowed, her mousey face set in a childish grin. “You look like a storm cloud with floppy ears, coming out of the fog like that.” The ears mentioned drooped in embarrassment. He retreated back into the fog a bit. Narcia frowned reprovingly. “Ink, don’t be tactless. That is not how you make a good first impression.” Ink would have been hard-pressed to look more surprised. “But it’s his name, anyhow.” Rainy took a step forward. “She didn’t mean any harm. Don’t worry for me.”

           Yes, in my made-up world instead of the one person having the veto-power the largest group does. And the one person hears the problem first. How backwards! I wonder if that would work in real life... Also, Ink is the Page of Wand's assistant. He's in charge of this huge library and is usually working on his 'never-ending book'. He's an Advisor too. God. The dialogue sounds so awkward. Must fix!
            So much explaining! I hope I don't take weeks for the next update. So... in a word... Bye!

T.Y.G.E.R.

In Which I Did Absolutely Nothing But Found Out A Bunch Of Stuff

            I have made an important discovery over the last few days: My last post didn't seem to go through my mental filter. This is both good and bad. Bad because it leads to passing comments from my dad. (Embarrassing!) And good because this is probably the most extroverted thing I have ever done. I think I should do it more often.

            Today I did a lot of drawing and didn't get one thing done. My desk is now full of half-finished drawings that I set aside for later when I started a new one. Most of them are about some of the little characters I made up. Like Rainy Rabbit, the Boredom Monsters, Max... I don't think I've mentioned Max.

            I came up with Max a couple years back. If Rainy Rabbit and Bunny are the White Rabbit to my Wonderland, he'd be the Cheshire Cat. Of course this is a very loosely-based comparison. The fact remains that he is a winged talking cat with the power to turn into a winged talking tiger. So just forget what I said about the Cheshire Cat. I've also doodled a couple of muse fairies. Now if I could only finish something...

           Completely off topic: A random thing that has annoyed me since I started is the fact that the 'Tabs' button makes the blinking line of writing stuff disappear and highlights 'Post Settings'. So I simply press the 'Space' button twelve times. Every time. Back to previous topic!

            I think being able to write is awesome. But having some kind of thing for only writing half a story is a problem. I had an idea for a story once. I made up a couple characters and decided to give them a test run by writing a passage that I'd probably work into it somewhere. I ended up writing the rest of the thing from that point, so I had an ending and a good bit of the middle, but didn't have a start. Oh, the irony. And if I start doing the same thing with drawing... I'm going to be... really annoyed.

            But enough acting like I have no control over that aspect of my life. I should be thinking about school. Rude awakening from Mom today: I think I go back in, like, a week. Nooo!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Boredom

Here's a little story about something that happened this summer:

             One day, a very extremely bored me was browsing the internet.

She was so bored she actually Googled 'Boredom'. It did not solve her 

problem. Suddenly, she did something amazing. Something nobody ever 

even considers doing in the history of today's internet.

            She exited out, shut down her computer, and grabbed a piece of 

paper and pencil. She drew something random, a cute little animal that 

looked positively harmless. Right away she decided it must be evil and 

deadly. It should be different shades of beige. She thought, drawing 

an arrow pointing to it. And be really agile. At the end of the arrow she 

wrote: Boredom Monster! >:( 

            She shivered in anticipation as her imagination began to formulate

exactly what a Boredom Monster was. Like boredom, it leeched all the 

energy and emotions out of you. It's insides were old bits of doll parts and 

ruin. (I had Alice: Madness Returns on the brain.) I also knew I couldn't lay

a finger on something that cute. (Which is why I made it an evil manifestation 

of my boredom. Boredom is very hard to get rid of, if it was something ugly,

I would be able to get rid of it real fast. It's the ultimate weapon! It'd be a 

shame not to take advantage of it.) 

            She drew some more, and daydreamed that she battled with the 

Boredom Monsters, lost that, was for some reason still alive due to the 

intervention of her worst enemy. (who turned out to be a totally different

person. But still her worst enemy.) Who told her that the Boredom Monsters

were her own creation. He (the worst enemy) goes off to do his own thing to

stop them, and tries to keep her away so she doesn't do any more damage.

He fails miserably at both. In the end, she has to rescue him and she saves the world.

            With the power of imagination! As you can imagine, I wasn't bored anymore after that. I was so bored right now that I figured I'd bring up this. Funny how when you pour the raw contents of your mind onto something it seems so much weirder. My dad tells me: Stupid people get bored. I say: Stupid people get bored and don't resolve it. Not to his face though... because I just thought of it now. Darn. That statement has always annoyed me, usually because he says it right after I forget myself and mention my boredom. NEVER TELL A GROWNUP THAT YOU'RE BORED! They either say something scathing, or they give you work. Work is dull. If boredom is thirst, entertainment is water, and work is saltwater. You're doing something, but it's not any less boring. *Rants about it some more inside head* Bye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

My Sister, Thorn

            I wonder if there's a way to get more than seven not-so-different fonts. Well, for now it's just those. So, yesterday I couldn't think of anything to write... And still don't have any idea of what to write. But I'm writing because A: rants are apparently popular so far on the poll. B: I have to, because I'll die of boredom if I don't (among other things.) 
            So yesterday absolutely NOTHING happened. Well, my sister's headphones shorted out so she was begging/trying to blackmail (me)/demanding (once again: me) everyone else to 'borrow' theirs. So mom let her use hers. Which she then lost. I found them ten minutes after I let mom use mine for her MP3 player at work and she left. No biggie, except I'm silly enough to hand them to my dear sister who thinks she's still entitled to unlimited use of it--at least till mom get's back. Dad bursts her bubble, she throws a tantrum, and once again shows off her supernatural ability to ruin everyone's day all in one go.
            The reason headphones are such a big deal is that our laptop speakers are slightly lousy, and we both prefer headphones. Only my sister, who will start arguments insisting she has a monopoly on a particular type of soda or cereal, would turn something like that into a national crisis. She's absolutely great, but she's like the girl with the curl. When she's good, she's very, very good.
And when she's bad, she's horrid.

T.Y.G.E.R

Art and Me

            Yay! People are looking at my stuff! Cool. I've been wanting to mention this artist called JellyVampire on Deviant Art who made this really inspiring comic called 'Like an Artist'.(Link Here)
It's pretty popular. It's about a girl named Ida and how she becomes an artist, taking advice from an animal that's the personification of her artist soul. It got me back into drawing, which I had been shying away from lately, becoming more inclined towards writing. Sometimes it occurs to me how much I really, really need to improve on both. I am envious of doodles. Such small things that turn into big awesome things that make you kinda wish you didn't draw it on the back of your science quiz. I've also created many Woodles (Word Doodles) of little flights of fancy I continue till the muse fairy and/or plot bunny and/or idea dies. But unlike Doodles you can't stop whenever you want, so basically they're just unfinished weirdness that I look back and wonder why in the wide world web did I start it.

T.Y.G.E.R.

{I do think the word I was looking for was 'plot bunny' but it's just not my kind of phrase. Muse fairy. Sounds nice enough. I'm sticking with that. :)}

Stories

           The bit and pieces of my stories have a habit of squirming away, but right now I've started a short story. My mom and dad say that I used to have two toy rabbits. One was gray and one, called bunny, who I still have, that's brown. I lost the gray one a long, long time ago. I decided to write a story about what happened to him. It starts like this:

The Lost Rabbit

                The gray ghost of a childhood that could have been clambered out of the trash bin. He shook the scraps of shredded letters and cigarette ash out of his fur, barely stopping to mourn for his former companion. As far as she knew, there had only been one. Bunny the Rabbit. Fur as brown as chocolate milk—the only kind she’ll drink. Fur that was permeated with the scent of memories. A serious frown (for it was years to come before her mother gave him the ability to smile like did in her eyes.) and shiny black eyes that she liked to think focused and saw things. (Which he did.) She had suspicions, of course, mentioning a bizarre dream or two where there were ‘two Bunnies’. They couldn’t come back for him. (Once a toy got thrown away in an unfamiliar place he or she had to disappear, it was the law.) Not now.

           I've written a bit more after that, but I think I might branch out in another direction with this. I am going to finish this. Eventually. Oh and I've decided to name the gray one Rainy Rabbit. I might introduce Bunny later into the story too. Any suggestions would be awesome. 

Robot Commentators? Oh, look a kitten!

            My dad mentioned something about those annoying gibberish things that you have to type to confirm you're a person. I don't understand, is there a computer program people use to comment on stuff? It's not so troublesome, I guess. I'm just not used to it. I've never been to another site that did that. 

*            *            *

            This is something I did when I was playing around with Paint.NET. Her name is Maggie. The results of boredom never cease to amaze me. Isn't she the cutest? I wish I had a kitten. Cats are awesome.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Hello

            Okay, first blog, first posts. I was freaking out because I thought that my Blogger account and my actual blog(s) were the same thing. I was so confused! I feel silly now. Anyhow, I'm seriously new to this. I don't know what all the buttons on here do so I'm gonna take some time to explore. I have no idea what I'm doing! Wah. I feel stupid! I don't like being in a state of complete ignorance! :(
            But then again, who does? Unless it's something like a surprise party, we like to know things. Well, mostly. I don't usually care to know every detail about my family's life. Now, my younger sister, she's a total gossip girl at times. She wants to know things and she wants to tell people things. Badly. But bring up the word clean and suddenly she's out of your face for the day. Or any flaws she might be flaunting. (Usually her know-it-all act.) But sometimes she'll come out with something absolutely priceless.
(I bring up our neighbor.)
"Oh, him? I'm never going over to his house again. He made me crash my bike."
"Really."
"Into an oven." She adds cheerfully.
(My cousins look at each other in amusement and confusion.)
"Um, how?"
"Riding up a hill." She says it like it's perfectly reasonable method.
Yep, a conversation like that really happened. Maybe she wasn't trying to ride up the hill, but she definitely  mentioned somehow riding into an oven. Our neighbors' have a lot of stuff in their backyard, most of it being car stuff. The dad's a mechanic. Kids aren't allowed to play back there, but the driveway leads a little ways towards the back, so the oven bit made more sense to me than anybody else.
             But like all sister's her attitude will get to me sometimes. She has a thing for causing drama. She offers to cook breakfast--and does! But she won't clean up anything. That's my job.
            See? I am ranting! I've gone off topic into some speech about my sister. Well, my sister's more interesting than how confused I was by the blogging thing and how new I am yadda, yadda, yadda. That's boring. Wow, it's late. I'll end it here.

T.Y.G.E.R