I am getting my hair dyed today! Only two shades darker, because that is what my mother allowed. Yay! It's gonna be so pretty! I cannot stop smiling... and I get my new Ipod any day now! I finished a book yesterday called "Chasing Redbird" by Sharon Creech. I highly recommend it to anybody. It is really sweet, and you can tell that the writer didn't try to change the story to be liked by the reader.
On other notes... YOU GOT A FUNNY LOOKING FACE! Hahahahahahahah only people who know me get this... :) I am going to go now... so ... BYE BYE
Friday, December 30, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
ah yes...
Of course everyone knows, that this day is the day everyone despises most. The day after Christmas! But honestly, I am thankful for a wonderful Christmas with my family and friends. And! We always have New Years to look forward to! And thank heavens that we are fortunate enough to have a nice Christmas and gifts. We had a beautiful day, that started with french toast! We listened to A LOT of music, and played board games. The day was enjoyable and unforgettable! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. :D
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Christmas Eve
It's Christmas eve, and I'm sitting here with my Dad and Stepmom. We're watching It's a Wonderful Life and The Sound of Music. Very dramatic... I'm about to cry!
I hate it when I am sitting on Facebook just waiting for one person to get online! Its a shame, that I let a boy affect me so! All is swell and how it is supposed to be, and I am enjoying it. I have friends, good grades, an amazing family, and best of all; Its Christmas eve!
God bless us. Every one!
I hate it when I am sitting on Facebook just waiting for one person to get online! Its a shame, that I let a boy affect me so! All is swell and how it is supposed to be, and I am enjoying it. I have friends, good grades, an amazing family, and best of all; Its Christmas eve!
God bless us. Every one!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
OH NO!
I am so sorry I have not kept up this blog, but so much has been happening. I am in Austin TX right now, about to leave. My BFF and his mom are about to pick me up, but I have enough time for a quick post. I have officially started a pretty short, but hilarious book about adults from kids' point of view... The book has no title yet, but I have been thinking about "Ah, Grown-Ups" for one option. I flew in a couple days ago, and ever since have spent all of my spare time on the computer, reading, or writing. So much, that my eyes hurt. I have already started to get a belly from my constant consumption of peanut butter. As to all my family in Germany, I miss you all (except Mikey.... actually I miss him too) and hope that I can skype you all very soon. My last days in Germany had a lot of drama, and I am very glad to have left that behind.... maybe when I get back I will be able to deal with it. Anyways, Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas, and other holidays that I would list if I knew how to spell them... ;D deuces! <3
Sunday, December 4, 2011
:/
I apologize for my lack of posts, but I went through a small stage of depression for a couple weeks there. I didn't agree with that story I started to write, so I decided to give it up and start a new one. In this one, I've only gotten a page down so far, but I think it will last way longer. :)
Now back to my own life... For the past month I've been having a lack of motivation I guess you could call it. I got two Bs in my report card, because I was too lazy to do my homework. I didn't want to get out of bed in the mornings, and didn't want to clean my room. My appearance worried my friends, and my mom. Now, I think I'm going to put more effort into.... everything.
Also, tonight I will assign myself a deadline for certain points in my story. I think in maybe two years I ought to have the entire book done. Let's hope so... for my sake!
A couple nights ago I slept over at Madison's house for her birthday, along with Katirina, Ashley, and Natasha. It was really fun, and we stayed up until 3 in the morning. Of all horrible things to happen though, we woke up the next morning at 7. After my mom picked me up, we spent a couple hours on base, then went home. When we got home I went straight to my bedroom and took a 4 hour nap. When my stepdad woke me up, I ate mac and cheese for dinner, and watched a show with my mom for a while. In the very least, it was a tiring day and I honestly hope I have the sense to sleep later next time.... ;) I have to go..... I'll try to get on tomorrow and post the very first chapter of my new story! Wish me luck....
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Unknown
This is the first chapter of the story I started writing. I'm not quite sure what it will be called yet so.... :/
Hatred. The festering fever of hating. Most people say that Hatred is the devil trying to get into your soul. This is untrue. It is a creature not dead nor alive. My best friend, my one true Key, was lost to Hatred. That is why I must write this down. Others must know her story. They have to know.
I guess the only way to get the point acros is by telling the story in order. Starting with the begining.
It started with my obsession. I would beg and beg my father to buyt me a wood block, and if he refused, I would go out and chop one of my own. From there, I proceeded ot carve a 4x2 inch rectangle, half an inch thick. For a while, I was stuck with these blocks. These empty blocks. Everytime I saw the stack of them in my empty swisher box, I would get angry. Frusturated, that I could not quite figure out what they were supposed to be.
That is when I met HER. Sara Robinson. The minute I looked into those parkly baby-blue eyes, it was obvious. I went up to her and said "Hi, I'm Navid. Navid Julazadeh."
"Hi, I'm Sarah. Sarah Robinson."
I couldn't tell if she was mocking me or not.
*That's ridiculous* I thought to myself. *Nobody is happy enough to crack a joke at 7 in the morning on the first day of school*
Boy was I wrong.
The conversation continued almost as awkward as it had begun. Every once in a while, Sarah would laugh. A beautiful laugh, which sounded like a mix between windchimes and silver bells.
Right as she laughed for the 4th time (I had been counting), the bell rang. We went inside and started our first day of school.
To this story, school is mostly irrelevent, therefore it shall be almost entirely left out. So don't think that me and my new friend Sarah were skipping or something.
After school, Sarah walked home with me, and used her cool flippy keyboard phone to text her mom saying where she was going, and that she would be home by 5. As soon as we got through the door, we were bombarded with questions from my mom. After introducing the two (as cliche as it sounds), my mom made us chocolate chip cookies and milk and sent us up to my room.
We sat on my bed and talked about school, friends, and family. Sara was an only child that lived with her single working mother. Her father was a drunk and had run off to Canada before she was even born.
To me, this sounded much more fantastic than my own story-book life. I lived in a giant house, with my mom and dad. My dad taught at the local university, and my mom sold handmade goods at the Tuesday market in town.
After a while of getting to know eachother, I took our empty plates and glasses downstairs. When I came back up, I found her sitting on my bed with my Swisher box full of blocks laying open on her lap. I intantly turned bright pink.
"What are these?" she asked
"I don't really know. I've been making them lately." I say in response
"You know what they look like?"
"What?" I ask, curiosity building in my chest
"Doors."
Hatred. The festering fever of hating. Most people say that Hatred is the devil trying to get into your soul. This is untrue. It is a creature not dead nor alive. My best friend, my one true Key, was lost to Hatred. That is why I must write this down. Others must know her story. They have to know.
I guess the only way to get the point acros is by telling the story in order. Starting with the begining.
It started with my obsession. I would beg and beg my father to buyt me a wood block, and if he refused, I would go out and chop one of my own. From there, I proceeded ot carve a 4x2 inch rectangle, half an inch thick. For a while, I was stuck with these blocks. These empty blocks. Everytime I saw the stack of them in my empty swisher box, I would get angry. Frusturated, that I could not quite figure out what they were supposed to be.
That is when I met HER. Sara Robinson. The minute I looked into those parkly baby-blue eyes, it was obvious. I went up to her and said "Hi, I'm Navid. Navid Julazadeh."
"Hi, I'm Sarah. Sarah Robinson."
I couldn't tell if she was mocking me or not.
*That's ridiculous* I thought to myself. *Nobody is happy enough to crack a joke at 7 in the morning on the first day of school*
Boy was I wrong.
The conversation continued almost as awkward as it had begun. Every once in a while, Sarah would laugh. A beautiful laugh, which sounded like a mix between windchimes and silver bells.
Right as she laughed for the 4th time (I had been counting), the bell rang. We went inside and started our first day of school.
To this story, school is mostly irrelevent, therefore it shall be almost entirely left out. So don't think that me and my new friend Sarah were skipping or something.
After school, Sarah walked home with me, and used her cool flippy keyboard phone to text her mom saying where she was going, and that she would be home by 5. As soon as we got through the door, we were bombarded with questions from my mom. After introducing the two (as cliche as it sounds), my mom made us chocolate chip cookies and milk and sent us up to my room.
We sat on my bed and talked about school, friends, and family. Sara was an only child that lived with her single working mother. Her father was a drunk and had run off to Canada before she was even born.
To me, this sounded much more fantastic than my own story-book life. I lived in a giant house, with my mom and dad. My dad taught at the local university, and my mom sold handmade goods at the Tuesday market in town.
After a while of getting to know eachother, I took our empty plates and glasses downstairs. When I came back up, I found her sitting on my bed with my Swisher box full of blocks laying open on her lap. I intantly turned bright pink.
"What are these?" she asked
"I don't really know. I've been making them lately." I say in response
"You know what they look like?"
"What?" I ask, curiosity building in my chest
"Doors."
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Day Two
Sigh.... this is my second post and I am HOPING that this blog will begin to be well known. I'm posting it on all of my social networking sites. My dear (nonexistant) followers: my facebook is under the name Reshea Rose Rodriguez. I also have a Plurk and it would help greatly with my karma if you followed me. it at www.plurk.com/ririrodriguez thanks! so today was My first day of creative writing, and it was AWERSOME! Other notes, Mrs. Woods (my journalism teacher) lectured us for a full 45 minutes about effort. It was miserable. Today at recess I realized that my hair was getting frizzy and I freaked. After school, I went to club beyond with Traysa, Sophia, and a few others. For those who are unaware, Club Beyond is an afterschool thing at the chapel for middle schoolers. We play games and listen to music and such fun things that bored pre-teens do... :) bye!
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