Tuesday, December 29, 2009

About Cooking


I'm sick. I'm not super sick but it's bad enough to keep me home. Oh well, I had fun yesterday. Actually it's been a pretty good month for me. It hasn't been super dandy but I would give it an 8 (actually, there is a specific day that I would definitely rate as 10+++++). Hopefully if things go as planned my December '09 will be a 10 month.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else reads this. I used to have more readers and I think I'm going to do what I used to do when I had a lot of readers. Maybe I can get some ratings again. Well, actually I blog because I know eventually if I die, all my thoughts will be recorded somewhere and I will be remembered somehow. This morning I couldn't breath. I was like...OMG I am going to die. Then I realized that I had been wanting to write about this one specific thing and I said...NO wait I can't die yet. I have to write About Cooking ( I don't write anything that I haven't titled before)

My head hurts...

Oh and also I still need 5 hours to complete my pioneering and I have like... 2 days left? So I can RIP after that too. Other wise I will be in debt.

Oh Man! I ran out of tea...

Ok so About Cooking. This is not the typical blog because actually there will soon be more understanding to my blogs and I am not so sure how I feel about that. Sometimes I would like to keep things MORE secret. But then again...I don't have any secrets. They hurt me and eventually other people so I try not to have them. (right special friend? wink wink)

A few days ago when the city died because it was Christmas, we were stuck at home watching *achoo* watching movies. One of the movies was Julia & Julie. Ladies, if you have not seen this movie but you don't like cooking and writing then I suggest you don't watch it. You will not like it. Guys...don't watch it either. Its one of those movies that is only good for a certain group of people and only that certain group can relate to it. I do.

A while ago I was thinking what married life would be like. Yea Yeah. I know. I am still 16 (soon oh so very soon 17!!!) and therefore I should not be thinking that; BUT I have been planning my adult life since I could speak. And that happened when I was one because I was a smart baby.

So at the age of literally one, I was planning what I wanted to be and who I wanted to marry and where I would live and what kind of kids I would have and how I would raise them and all that corny stuff girls think about at SOME point.

I didn't really understand this concept until I started to be around newlyweds, which totally changed my conception of things. Besides the fact that I have changed with time and I think I have reached a point where I'm comfortable. I still think about the corny stuff but I also think about the realis *sniff grunt sniff*
I think about the realism of the situation. MY mother says that the first year of marriage is the hardest because you are trying to get used to each other and some PEOPLE say that marriage life is only happiness, depending on the couple, for up to five years.

So I wonder how couples make it to 25...

I like cooking a lot and I could do so many great things if I had the budget and if I didn't have a little bee next to me telling me that I'm doing things wrong (WHICH IM NOT!- just to clarify) and then eventually taking over and messing things up big time...*sniff*

I also like writing. I have big plans to improve it and also to master description and such other things but according to some experts I am good. (not intending to brag...)

My life just seems to be in a more Witness way like Julia & Julie.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Update on Age

I used to not pop my fingers and just before I started typing this I did. Nine out of ten of my fingers made that killer sound that I try to avoid convinced that it will deform my knuckles. The tips of my fingers are icy cold but I mean it is winter so I can't expect less and much even worse is the fact that I have to go pee and I just won't because if I lift my booty from this chair, Ilse, will get her booty off the bed in which she is texting and replace my booty with her booty on this chair. I have marks of stress coming out due to the fact that we just had our finals this week and to be honest, I disagree with the world. Junior year is not the hardest year of High School. So far, I've been taking it easy and it has worked, even through my procrastination habits.

I don't know. I mean I do but I don't. I haven't written anything here that is not a poem or a vision of my dreams. More like I've focused on other things, people and situations and I am trying to figure out the way I feel about them and I just never seem to get to the bottom of the well.

It just keeps getting deeper.

A classmate was telling me of her misfortune with guys and her parents and we came to the conclusion that we, as teens, will never come to an agreement with out parents because we don't have kids.

On the radio, this man, the radio man, read something worth meditation. He was talking about age and the way people actually functioned rather than the way we think we function.

  • Kids don't learn to be kids until after they have been kids, teens dont ever learn to understand themselves until after they have been teens, parents never learn to be parents until they have aged and the elderly don't learn to live until they have already lived through the worse.
I happen to agree.

There seems to be another complexion on certain events as well. As some of you readers have noticed, I do happen to have certain trust issues. Not like I don't trust people, more like I trust the wrong people therefore choosing not to trust anyone at all. Its not personal. Its a girl thing.

Its not that I don't like being a girl, because I do, Its what comes with being a 16-year old girl that I hate. And I am not talking about That.

Ok. I have to take this call.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Paradise in Your Eyes


  • I lay in your arms asleep. You find your way into my dreams and holding my hand you lead the way. You take me thorough a path of petals as the sun sets on our backs and the moonlight begins to embrace us. The stars come out to play and tickle us with their twinkle. The warmth of the night is captured in your eyes, glistening with joy. There is a breeze that dances with the lake and the obscurity of time is faded yet you remain. The sweet essence around you wraps me into a golden feeling. A precious emotion that only you can draw inside of me, so valuable and rare. A new me was revived and of a heavy shadow you drew me out to this marvelous land. This is my paradise. The whisper of the trees carry the story of our future. The clouds in the sky take away all our sorrows. In the depths of my heart, I feel this environment bringing you closer. It is the assurance of morning as well and the coming of night that preserve our love. It's incomplete without the other. The beauty of each draws them together. I wake to see you staring at me. There is that smile that you give me and those eyes that assure me your love. You kiss my forehead as you hold on to me forever giving completion to my life.