Coincidences and Recording Scenes

I just presented my project in class. *shudders* My 3D map was crap compared to everyone else's, and it made me feel so nervous! Luckily, we only had to present one part of the project (there was a writing assignment and a creative one), so I presented my writing assignment. I had rewritten the ending of the book 'Virals' by Kathy Reichs. My teacher was very impressed. :3

"Oh, so before we were just a bunch of mutant freaks, and now we're a pack of mutant freaks? That's just so much more reassuring isn't it?"

That's a line I wrote. I'm pretty okay with that one. It's how Hi (the character) would react, which is definitely Reichs' style. That's definitely what I was going for.
I'm back into writing my series 'Trapped'. Virals really helped get me back into it, since the characters are similar. And when I say similar, I mean seriously similar. You see, in 'Virals' the main character is Tory Brennan. In mine, it's Kristen Johnson. Let me show you how similar the two are.
Tory Brennan: long red hair, brilliant green eyes, tall, skinny, trouble-maker, stubborn, not afraid to break a few laws to get her way, 14-years-old
Kristen Johnson: long red hair, brilliant green eyes, tall, skinny, trouble-maker, stubborn, not afraid to break a few laws to get her way, 15-years-old

See? It's scary. And that's mostly (but not all) There's also Ben Blue and Ben (I haven't given him a last name)
Ben Blue: 16-years-old, quiet, serious, dark brown hair, tall, muscular, brown eyes, tan
Ben: 16-years-old, quiet, childish, dark brown hair, tall, muscular, brown eyes, a tiny bit tan

Also, there's Nick and Hi
Hi: (a little) chubby, brown hair, funny, sarcastic, 15-year-old
Nick: (a little) chubby, brown hair, funny, sarcastic, 13-year-old

Yeah, it's really freaky. I read this story in the middle of December, and started MY story in the beginning of November.

That's not what this is about. We (my friend and I) are thinking of acting out and recording us and a bunch of friends acting out scenes from our novel. It got a very good reaction from some of our friends on Chatzy N.O.W. (Night of Write), which made us feel even better about the idea.
What we'd do is choose some scenes from our novels and then just get actors and someone to record us acting out the scenes. Me and the friend who started the idea (lhlab61 on Youtube, killerwolf61 on Chatzy and Sumopaint) have already been doing little videos of ourselves for a while being crazy. She's supposed to upload it to YouTube at some point (but she's on vacation right now skiing). If she does, I'll send you guys a link.
Anyways, I'd probably start with some scenes from 'Below' (which I'm rewriting and after that I'll start the editing stage) and Killer will choose some from 'Eve'. We'll definitely post it to YouTube and I'll most DEFINITELY send you readers the link when we do.
It's exciting, but we can't do this until we have:
1.) a couple guy actors and (potentially) a female actor.
2.) props (for wings and just making ourselves actually look like our characters)
3.) a time/place to act

For the first one I might just ask my older brother and someone else. For number two we'll make do. We both loove to draw anyways. For the third, well, I've got an idea. :) I'll tell you guys when we actually start filming (but beware, it will probably be cheesy and full of bloopers. But everyone loves bloopers right?)

Let's go find Paradise!!!
Beth (not really)

This Week's Topic: When

This topic is not quite so broad as the others. I mean, there isn't much you can say about 'When' besides something to do with time. When will we find it? When does it appear to people, if there's a specific time it does? When will this blog ever make since?
When will we find it? I believe it won't be a walk in the park, and it definitely won't show up within a couple hours, or even weeks. I personally think that it will take years, if not longer, to find this place. Of course, it all depends on the person.
When does it appear to people, if there's a specific time it does? I have a theory on this one. Let's just say you're sad because someone died. After mourning, the pain doesn't really go away. Well, eventually you'll realize that live must go on, despite the pain that's always in your chest when you think of the deceased. When you open your eyes and see the world in a happier view, it will (I'm guessing) be breath-taking. It'll be easier and best to find Paradise right after you're done mourning/just got over something depressing.
When will this blog ever make sense? Probably never. If you really follow closely it makes a little sense, but if you want to know when my theories will make sense? Never.

Let's go find Paradise!!!
Beth (not really)

My apologies...

Yeah, I'm really sorry about the whole 'didn't write at all last week and completely skipped over the topic' thing. It was a little hectic, getting ready for Confirmation on Tuesday (woot woot!) and exams on the same day. I was going to catch up on Wednesday, but I was really just too lazy. It felt too much like a Friday. Oh, and I've also gotten so much into writing my novel again that I really didn't want to waste my time blogging. Might want to point that out too.
Okay, so I need to go to Confession. What else is new?

I won't bore you guys to tears by blogging two different topics on Saturday, so sorry about last week. I'm really not in the mood right now to make up for it. Sorry. I'm just really mad about something that happened yesterday. It's not a big deal really, just another bully at school that finally just made me snap. Hey look, another reason to go to Confession!

I've been watching italktosnakes on YouTube. Man, I'd love to vlog. Of course, my parents would probably ground me if they found out. I don't think they'd be all excited on the idea, either, because of the whole 'terrorist' thing, and don't worry, I can totally relate with them. It's not like I'd be going around stating where I live or what my full name is. I don't think they'd mind the little things like my being in a video with my best friend (every time we have a sleepover at her house we make a new video. We are still yet, however, to have it appear on YouTube. If it ever does, and I hope it does because they're actually really funny (they show us being completely random and ourselves), I'll tell you all.)

Oh yeah, whoever it is viewing this from Russia, you are awesome! I'd state what you go by, but since I am yet to have a single comment, well, it's kind of hard. heh. But still, you are really cool.

Let's go find Paradise!!!
Beth (not really)

This Week's Topic: What

If you haven't heard, I'm going to post a topic weekly now, on Saturday. I'll still post on the other days, it's just that the week's topics will be, well, one day a week. It's quite simple really.
(Edit: Sorry that it's late. Yesterday was all jumbled up.)

Now, there are a great deal many questions that can come of 'What'? For example, 'What is Paradise?' Well, that question can be answered in many different ways. Some people believe that Paradise is the perfect place where nothing wrong can happen.
The only Paradise, then, would be Heaven. I believe that, if you twirl your standards around a bit, we could find a Paradise on earth. Which is what I'm searching for, duh. As I was saying, most people believe it's perfect.
Well, what is perfect? Is perfect necessarily where nothing wrong ever happens, there is no war, there are no problems, and everything is calm? To some people the 'perfect situation' might be relaxing on a beach with a book in hand. The word Perfect varies, which definitely varies the term Paradise.
As a general term, though, Paradise would be where 'perfect' is normal.
What does Paradise look like? Paradise can come in many shapes and forms, depending on the person asked. To me, it's a place where I can be me without a worry. I wouldn't have to worry about the cruel judging, dramatic jerks I've had to deal with before. I would like to be recognized, but not as someone who just sets trends and follows them. Trends are stupid. Conformity just doesn't roll with me. Bleck.

When I first think of Paradise, an image of a place like the Garden of Eden pops up. An innocent, beautiful garden completely isolated from the crappy world outside. Maybe it is, maybe not. Who knows?
What makes Paradise Paradise? Well, all of these questions are dependent on the person you are asking. To me? Just the fact that nobody is there to judge you and you have freedom to do whatever your heart desires (unless that includes judging people/robbing banks) makes it sound so wonderful.
I mean, if you could go somewhere where it's OKAY to be the weirdest person on the planet? Perfect for me.

Let's go find Paradise!!!
Beth

Dogsitting... Day #1

Well, Toby is at our house and he's been doing fine. Of course, when my friend and her family first left, he refused to leave the door except to watch me put his bed up in my room and stuff. After that, though, he went back to the door. I felt so bad, since he was whining so much.
Then, I took him on a walk and I believe he felt a lot better. We went back inside, I threw him his rope, and he was all energetic, that goodness. Of course, than my dog became all sad and droopy and wouldn't leave her bed for a moment. Oi vey.
Let's see how Toby adjusts then. He's been following me all around since the walk. Every time I sit down at the computer to write, draw, or just chat, he's lying on the floor by the chair. It reminds me of how my dog, Cinnamon, follows my dad around everywhere. The only difference is, my dog is about three times the size of Toby, and always gets in his way.

Let's go find Paradise!!!
Beth

Life Goes On...

Well, as searching for Paradise can't take up all of life, I battle with what the normal teenager does. Friendships, bullies, busy schedules, homework, just school in general, family, and the other typical things that teenagers deal with. Sure, I might have a back worse than the average peer, and I'm not fussing over hair/clothes/music/etc., but I'm still pretty average. Well, mostly anyways. The fact that I'm a teenager, must deal with the typical teenager crap, and the fact that I actually have a life means that I'm average, right?
I've come up with a list of resolutions for the new year. Sure, they're just over a week late, but at least I've made one, right? Well, I've been thinking for a couple days, and I think I've finally pinpointed a couple resolutions for this year. Normally I end up failing at mine or make them very easily achievable. This year, I'm changing that.
1.) (Once you get running shoes) start running every weekend. You're way too inactive because of you're backbrace, so get out there and do something good for once!!
2.) Get closer to God. Okay, besides the prayers... well, VERY common prayers recently, you haven't spent much time getting closer. DO something to prove it.
3.) Do more service hours. Going to that soup kitchen and helping make/serve dinner was really fun, even if it was a little awkward since you couldn't understand all their German.
4.) Get into piano lessons again. You know they're good for you, even if you hate being told what to do. Conformity (if that's a word) is not one of your strongest points.
5.) Complete the 365K/365 Day challenge. And no, blog posts may not, and I repeat NOT, count as words. No matter how many words you write in them.
Those are pretty easy, but more long term, not something I could accomplish in a week. It also forces me to stay dedicated.

Tomorrow I'll be dog sitting my best friend's dog. Toby visited us on Wed. to make sure that my dog, Cinnamon, wouldn't devour him. Cinnamon's a labrador. Toby is a doxen mixed with something that I forgot. heh. Anyways, I've been over to her house a bunch so he knows me. Every time I slept over he would get under my covers and keep my feet warm.
I <3 Toby. hee.
He'll be at my house for the four day weekend (I don't have school tomorrow or Monday) and I'm getting $20 a day (for those of you who have trouble with math, that would be $80)

Let's go find Paradise!!!
Beth

Changes...

'Today's Topic' will officially be 'this weeks' topic. Otherwise I'd run out of topics to blog about. heh. Every Saturday I'll make a new topic, starting next Saturday. It'll also give me time to get out of the blogging phase. I'll continue doing it, but it won't be 'I've got to blog, I've got to blog, I've got to blog, I've got to blog' all day in my head.
You'll be hearing more and meeting more of Your's Truly, moi. The blog itself will probably make a bit more sense.
No, this doesn't count as one of the 'daily posts' so I'll be making another one.

Let's go find Paradise!!
Beth

Today's Topic: Who?

Yes, I will be going through the 'who, what, when, where, why' stage of finding Paradise. In order to get to this Paradise, I believe that you must truly understand the aspects of it. Knowing it can help believe in it. Seeing may not be believing, but Knowing can really help. To truly understand, you must truly believe. And in order to truly believe, you must Know. Do you get what I'm saying?
So, this stage is of utmost importance. Knowing 'Who, What, When, Where, and Why' can lead to much more Knowledge, which leads to more and more, ending in the 'I found Paradise!' stage. I know this might be a bit of a boring stage, but, please, you and I MUST understand this. It is just. That. Important.

Anyways, Who? Well, there are several questions that spring from the single word 'who'. Who would be the best fit for Paradise? The answer is, no one. Nobody deserves anything but Hell, and please don't take this offensively. It is true, just look in the Bible. We can't go to heaven, that's God's job. ANYWAYS, Who would this Paradise apply to?
I believe anyone that truly will apply themselves to it could eventually find this. It would take dedication and probably a lot of mental hard work, but I believe they could do it. So, in essence, this blog could help anyone find their way there. Well, if this journey works for me anyways.

This entry shall be short, since there just isn't much 'Who' in the overall topic. This Paradise is open and there for anyone, but pretty much no one has the endurance to keep up and try for it. Nobody deserves it. What other 'Who' questions could there be? If you have any, go ahead and comment.

Let's Find Paradise!!
Beth

Today's Topic: Coolness

I've always been pondering things about my life, even though they're pretty easily answered. These could potentially find my true 'paradise' or 'calm to the storm'. Everyone is looking for their's, even if they haven't really expressed it much to themselves yet. This, I have done. Anyways, these are questions on the topic stated in the title that could help lead me (or misguide me) on my journey.
Am I cool? Well, as the phrase 'cool' differs in meaning by each individual, I could be 'cool' so to speak by one person, and insanely geeky by another. I believe it is rather redundant just answering this question, as one's social status doesn't really affect where one stands in life. However, I ask this to myself just to see whether it could potentially affect me in any way.
So, am I cool? If the phrase refers to someone who spends their life looking for and following every trend that comes their way, then no. I don't believe that I really need to waste my time, life, and money on some stupid trend that will probably be gone within a decade anyways. I would be a total 'nerd' in that sense.
To me, the phrase 'cool' is just being okay with one's self. Sure, everyone wants something about them to change. ('Hey, why can't my hair be longer? Why can't that pimple just go away? Why can't my teeth be straighter?') However, I mean someone who, overall, is just okay with themselves as a person. I know that I have faults that I need to fix, but I'm okay being me. I'm probably not as 'cool' as a lot of other people out there because of my wants and wishes, but, overall, I would be decently 'cool' on my level.
By the majority of the world, 'cool' means 'popular/ being high on the social status'. I don't think this is necessarily true. Some of the most popular people out there (by what my personal definition of the phrase is) are some of the least 'cool' people on the planet. They will desperately try to keep up with trends and are always changing themselves to be considered popular by their peers. They aren't okay with being them, they always want to be something better.
So, no, I am not popular. I have some friends who probably fit the definition, but, as my own person, I am not considered such.
Do I care about being 'cool' from the world's view? I believe that everyone, somewhere deep in their mind, wants to be considered 'cool' and known by everyone in good light. And it also wouldn't be a bad experiment. However, I know that the popular people don't always tend to be the nicest/best friends someone could have, and some that are sucked in to the void of coolness are tempted and threatened by peers. They listen because they are afraid.
At the same time, I know that the 'cool' people have to go through a lot of stress. They have to watch every step because it will be spilled to the school (or world, if you replace 'cool' with 'famous'). I feel kind of sorry for them, actually, since, though it has its upsides, being 'cool' can also have many downsides.
What does this have to do with 'Paradise'? Paradise has been put into many different definitions. It is mostly described as the perfect place. Some people believe that the 'perfect' thing would be to be considered 'popular' and 'cool' by many. It isn't something likely to be passed up at the chance. The question is: WOULD this make your life feel better? WOULD it make life seem perfect, like beautiful 'Paradise'? OR would it make life much worse and seem horrible?

Let's go find Paradise!!
Beth

The Search for Paradise Begins!!

What do I mean by this? Many people describe Paradise as 'perfect'. Well, there is NO place on earth that is 'perfect' so I'll just try to settle with finding my calm in the storm of life. I'll try to find my personal Garden of Eden.
Now, how am I supposed to find this? What could possibly make life just. That. Much. Better? Well, that question is actually my theory. I always come up with crazy theories that my friends roll their eyes at. Eigth graders don't always understand, which, yes, includes me. I don't understand half the things my parents talk about during dinner time. That just shows that I don't have enough experience in the area of conversation.
Anyways, back to my theory. My theory is that, in order to find the closest thing to Paradise on Earth (which I'll just call Paradise to make things easier), you must collect all the things that make life just. That. Much. Better. And find somewhere, or something, that could help you mix them together into a part of your life. Then, with the help of all these things you love, it would probably make life just. That. Much. Better. (The emphasis is mostly just show. Feel free to ignore it. ;).)
However, this theory is just that. A theory. So I have volunteered myself to try and see whether this will actually work. If it does, I will find life in the calm of the storm. If not, well, life will either go on as it is now, or it will probably end up in the storm, completely off the path to finding the calm.
Now, I am a normal teenage girl. Mostly. I don't fuss over my hair, clothes, and shoes. Does that still make me a normal teenage girl? Well, I don't know, but that might just make things even more different. It make mean that this journey will be harder, since I am never as nearly satisfied with just 'clothes, shoes, and nice hair'. However, it might make it easier, since I won't be fussing over myself the whole way. Let's find out, shall we?

Let's go find Paradise!!
Beth

The Pendulum

The pendulum that makes the clock work. It counts down the seconds of each day. It makes the (older fashioned) clocks go. That's repeated, oops.
My life is the pendulum. Every day is the same thing repeating itself over and over again. Every day holds the same routine. The weekdays are described the best when it comes to this. How depressing how I am already repeating myself over and over and I'm only in eigth grade.
Weekday mornings consist of this:
I wake up, get changed, go to the bathroom, and then eat breakfast. After that, I go back and brush my hair and put my backpack together. If I have to, I go and make my lunch. I then go back, wash my face and brush my teeth, and by then my friend is there to walk with me to school. Sometimes we go and grab another friend, but that often almost makes us late, so we normally don't.
At school, during homeroom, I'll turn around in my chair and talk to friends. In Seminar, I work on my writing when I don't have homework to do. If I do have more homework, I rush to get it finished and then write or read.
After school, it's different every day
Monday: I procrastinate a little until I finally decide to do my homework. After homework (if I can finish it before dinner) I just spend my time on the computer looking at stuff and typing. After dinner, I do chores, talk more with friends, take a shower (I always brush my teeth and wash my face after/before this), get into my pajamas, and settle into my room with a book/writing.
Tuesday: I do homework earlier and then get on the computer. Before I can eat dinner, I go to saxaphone lessons from 5:30 - 6:00. After that, I eat dinner and then go on the computer again. I later take a shower and then get into pajamas and settle in with a book/writing.
Wednesday: I go to Jazz Band until 4:30 and then go to Girl Scouts until 6:00. I go home, eat dinner, do chores, do homework, take a shower, get into pajamas, get on the computer for a little bit, and then settle in with a book/writing.
Thursday: I go home, eat a snack and stuff, and then have to head over to Physical Therapy for my back at 3:30. Therapy ends at 4:30 and we get home at 5:00. I normally do homework and then eat dinner. Then, it's computer, shower, pajamas, and then writing/reading.
Friday: I go home, eat food, I might do homework (or might do it on Sat/Sun) and then just relax around the house until dinner. After dinner, I do chores, computer, shower, pajamas, more writing on computer while talking on Chatzy, and then reading/writing.

Yeah, that's my routine. It pretty much never changes. It's sad.

Yours Truly,
Beth

A Little About Me...

Totally changed this blog around. Completely. It's no longer about just writing. Sure, I'm a writer and I'll probably bring up the topic more than once, but it's not just about my writing anymore. It's about me now.
I'm going to paste fake names on here. I'm sorry, but you never can trust anyone you don't know on the internet. Even the people you do know... I don't know, it's just troubling.

Let's call me 'Beth'. I suffer from scoliosis. My spine is shaped in an 'S' so that one shoulder is higher than the other. It used to be unnoticable, but it's gotten worse. In fact, if my back were to get much worse, I'd have to get surgery and have a rod force my spine into place. Thankfully it's not that bad yet. For now, I just have to wear a back brace.
The back brace is just hard plastic made to fit around my body. However, there are little pads that stick into my back this way and that to make my back grow straight. It mostly stops right about where my heart is. However, there is a piece that sticks up and goes under and behind my right arm. It buckles in the front to make sure that it wouldn't just slip off. It's not very thick, thankfully, so it fits under my clothes.
However, if I wear tight clothes and lean fowards, the piece behind my right arm sticks out. I get a couple odd glances because of that. Heh.

I love to write. Whenever I feel bored or even the slighest bit depressed, I just write it out. I don't mean journal entries or anything like that. I like creative writing (writing stories). Sometimes, if I'm really mad at someone I'll just push my anger onto my characters. I don't think the characters like that very much. My characters, see, are as alive to me as you and me. I find it annoying when people tell me they aren't real, because they ARE to me.
I've been complimented by many of my teachers since fourth grade for my writing. In fifth grade, we had to write a short story. When everyone got their yearbooks and sent them around, my teacher signed it and wrote a little note, 'I expect to one day just sit down on the beach in a comfortable chair and read one of your novels.' It kind of inspired me to keep writing just for her.
In sixth grade... well, it was a weird year. It was the first year I actually had more than one teacher for my core classes. I actually only had three, and then the extra classes 'P.E., band, art, etc.' I never had much of an oportunity to impress my L.A. teacher. Well, except for one time, when I wrote twice as much as we were supposed to on a paper. But that wasn't even what I enjoyed writing. Instead, it was an essay.
In seventh grade, my L.A. teacher wasn't fazed by anything. She's seen it all, you know? So she wasn't moved much. That and the fact that most of us were scared of her because she had such an 'I don't care' attitude. After seventh grade I realized that she was actually pretty cool.
Now, I've already impressed my L.A. teacher. She's commented on my writing before. We do a lot of creative writing in L.A. nowadays (but also a lot of book reports and stuff. ugh), so that keeps it interesting.

One final thing I think you should know. I'm a Christian (all the way). In fact, on the 24th I get confirmed in the Catholic church. I'm thinking my saint name will be Saint Katherine. :/ I'm sorry, but I want to show people how God has just moved me. So He will be mentioned in this blog. I'm a believer.

Okay, now the introduction is done. That was long enough. Don't worry, there probably won't be another post like this. I'll probably just try explaining my complex mind, which I find has made me a lot different from everyone else. Not that I'm complaining.

Keep Reading,
Beth