My Cat likes to Blog Too...?

I was in the middle of typing up another poem for Poem Monday when my cat, Izzie, decides that she wants to help.

See? There's my arm. Trapped underneath her. And when I try to shake her off she only stares at me and continues to sit there. Trying to get my camera was a challenge because I had to bend at an awkward angle and she STILL wouldn't move. Usually I don't mind and let her watch me move the mouse back and forth, but have you ever tried to type with a cat on your arm? It's not particularly easy to do. I finally used my other arm to get her off. She didn't like that too much though and ran out of the room. Now both my arms are free!

A Mesmerizing Sight

To the peace displayed high in the night sky

unlike the boisterous crowd below.

Excitement spreads throughout the beach

with pops of laughter and echoes of delight.

I stand among the cheerful crowd in silent anticipation

to gaze up into the vast sky.

All at once, colors burst as they are released into the dark,

illuminating the faces of the amazed crowd.

The sky becomes the noisy crowd,

the crowd becomes the silent sky.

Each individual burst can be felt as it thunders.

The colors turn into a hypnotic swirl.

Each burst captures my full attention.
Takes my breath away

as the colors fizzle out and fade,

until everything suddenly ceases.

The sky becomes peaceful once
more.

Views so Far...

My audience consists of mostly the United States right now, which I guess makes sense. What's kind of interesting to me is the number of views I have from other countries such as the Netherlands, Russia, Germany, Italy, Bosnia, Bangladesh, and the United Kingdom. I'm not sure if people there are actually looking at my blog or if they're just scams. Nobody ever comments so I wouldn't know.

You know what would be so awesome? If someone from London, England happened to see my blog. I became obsessed after watching Doctor Who. Actually, I'm obsessed with Doctor Who and because of that I want to visit someday. Or have a pen pal from there. Any connection would satisfy me.

But you know what would also be awesome? If DAVID TENNANT happened to somehow see my blog. Just thought I'd put it out there even though the odds of that happening are slim to none.

I have a total of three hidden notes in library books (and I know for a fact that they wouldn't be getting me views from other countries), I commented on figment forums, and even posted something on instagram. I really want people to read my blog. How is an author supposed to get noticed if nobody knows about or reads their work? It took my dad a few years to become successful with his blog so I just have to be patient, keep posting, and eventually it will be read by people other than my parents.

Poem Monday!

I found my folder of writing from my Creative Writing class! I should have posted everything when I was actually taking the class, but better late than never I guess. Since the whole point of my blog is to share my writing I should actually start posting it. It defeats the purpose if I don't. So, I'll post poems on Mondays to start. I might post short stories or ongoing stories on a different day too. Although I'm constantly writing so I just have to go the extra step to share it!

To start 'Poem Monday' (I guess that's what I'll call these posts) here is a...well...a poem.

Walking Away

Silence awaits me in the pitiful darkness,

as my heart sinks with regret and despair.

Lies are the only words ever uttered from his mouth.

That is a fact now.

There isn't any sense waiting here alone

when it's certain he won't arrive at all.

Another minute is all I want, but I can't bear

to stand in the cold any longer.

My heart convinces my feet to stay frozen in place,

while my mind urges them to run away.

One lone tear slowly falls down my cheek,

onto the abrasive ground below.

Finally a deep breath decides what I should do.

I leave.

The tear remains frozen and alone on the ground,

waiting for something I gave up on,

in a place where I know I will never return.

A Bothersome Game

Rain whips itself against the window
in a game played with the wind.
Amusement as it grabs hold
of each drop before it hits the ground.

Thrown with abandon at my window,
tedious pitter patter continues
before thunder decides to join in on this sport,
with cheers each time I cringe.

Another roar rumbles out of thunder's mouth,
rain taunts me behind the blinds.
They all know it's time to sleep,
yet continue the bothersome pastime.


I wrote this poem a while ago for my Creative Writing class, but this accurately describes trying to sleep last night.

I Clearly Have Nothing Better To Do...

Yeah, it's a Thursday (is it Thursday? In the summer I don't keep track of the specific days of the week) night and I am sitting at home. Alone. Any normal teenager would put on music and have a dance party for one, or watch TV, or something along those lines. Heck, they'd probably be out with their friends doing something. But, I'm not a normal teenager. What do I do on a Thursday night? That's right. I sit at home and take pictures of my cats. And then go on to blog about it. I'm soooo cool.

That's Buddy. I didn't notice until after I posted the picture that it looks like he's looking up at the text above him. Since I'm bored, I'll ramble on about the things in the picture behind him. There's a guitar that I meant to start playing about six months ago but never got around to it. There's also one of my sneakers.

Boredom at its finest. No wonder I don't have any followers...



The DUFF by Kody Keplinger

First day of summer vacation and...it's cloudy. I was totally expecting sunny, cloudless skies, but I guess that's not happening today. No worries. I have unread books sitting on my shelf so I'll be content enough. One book that I finished earlier today was The DUFF by Kody Keplinger. It wasn't exactly how I thought it would be based on the inside cover description, but it was still really interesting.

It made me think about our society (well, the part about being in highschool) and if we automatically think about these kinds of things? On page 256 there's a part that stood out. "...it was insulting and hurtful, and it was one of those titles that just fed off of an inner fear every girl must have from time to time. Slut, bitch, prude, tease, ditz. They were all the same. Every girl felt like one of these sexist labels described her at some point. So, maybe, every girl felt like the Duff, too?" 

I witness so much gossip at school everyday it's not even funny. There is always someone who uses one of those words when they talk about a girl. It's pretty degrading considering they don't know everything that goes on in that girl's life. And I agree that part of the reason why some people feel the need to degrade others and make them feel bad is because they themselves have insecurities.

That's how the book started. Wes, a player who flirts with every single girl that talks to him, started to talk to the main character, Biana, by telling her she was the Duff. That stands for "Designated Ugly Fat Friend" (as obviously written out on the cover up there) Basically he said her friends dragged her along so that it would make them look way better in comparison to her. It turns out that Wes has insecurites of his own which eventually made him put down Bianca.

Overall it was interesting because of all the other things that accompanied the insecurites of the characters. I put another hidden note in this book so hopefully once I return it to the library someone will find it and do as the note says. I'd like to start a book discussion!