I love everyone whether they like it or not

My dad and I are different in most ways. He is middle aged slightly overweight guy who acts like a teen while I am a young responsible teen that doesn't want to hurt anyone's feeling if they know who I am. Okay, I put off the assignment my psychologist gave me for a long time but I did do it. I read and my room is clean enough. Dad, I knew you would keep reading and I kind of know how to write so if you kick me out of the house when you get home I can beg pencils off someone. You're not old and you look like you have lost weight. You are a really cool dad (even though you have Bubbly on your playlist.) You leave my favorite comments. You are too smart for me to understand what you are talking about but you dumb it down for me. You painted my room gray/blue and let Mom buy me a really cool comforter. And I am really nice. I helped Libby get a blog (that we share) and a playlist. Oh, I just figured out that, All in a Day by Joe whoever, isn't loading on your playlist. I love everyone else to but I'm to lazy to say it. Maybe later but I sill love everybody whether they like it or not.

I need a drop dead sleep

I am so tired. I was tired before yesterday. Yesterday I was barely home. When I did get home it was 10:00PM and I still had to get ready for bed. I didn't fall asleep until 2:00AM and it wasn't deep. I woke up at 4:40AM on time to hear something crash. It sounded like a clay vase with a water balloon in it had fallen. I got up to search for it but couldn't find anything. I didn't fall back asleep until 5:30AM and it still wasn't deep. At sometime around 8:30 or 9:00AM I woke up to my dad's noise. Yesterday my mom told me that the cousins were coming over to pick blackberries and asked me if I wanted to go. I said 'No' because it was earlier than I wanted to be awake. Later my dad asked me and I said the same thing. I just knew that they were going to wake me up anyway. My dad was getting card stock out of the half of my closet that isn't mine and woke me up. I tried not to listen to him but when my door shut my eyes opened. You know it's not going to be a good day when one of the first thoughts you have is: 'Oh, joy! He left the closet door open.' I tried listening to music while I waited for them to leave. After they were gone my body refused to go back to sleep. I felt it in my bones. So I watched a movie. It was a noneducational movie. I'm even shocked. Now my dad wants us to go to my grandparent's for blackberry cobbler tonight. I love my grandparents but I have things I want to do tonight. Like go to bed. Like right after dinner. My daydreams cry when I don't come. They cry because I am sad without them. I die. No, I live harder. Imagination comes harder the more I live. I don't want them to drown in my pool of consciousness. What would I live for if that happened?

Food and Books

Writing a book is like making deviled eggs. First you give the ingredients your best evil stare and say in a commanding voice: Be deviled eggs because I want you to be! That was my first approach to writing a book but it only works on little sisters when you are really angry. I don't live in a family of deviled eggs so I didn't get a good result. I guess when I was younger I thought that I would have one awesome talent. Well, I've learned that I'm going to have to pick my lazy brain up and squeeze it. No more listening to the radio if it's slowing me down. I have to look harder at things and find what they are on the inside. I am going to make deviled eggs! I read a book called Write Your Own Fantasy Story and I love it. That is funny because I didn't want to get the book from the library. My mom tried to talk me into it but I was feeling kind of...... She flipped through the pages and there was Eoin Colfer! I got it as you can guess. It has inspired me! Back to making deviled eggs. I came up with this when I was supposed to be sleeping but if you know my brain well enough you'll understand. I had a wonderful idea and because I didn't tell it to my mom I'm not going to tell it to you. I just like telling you that I had an idea. So I had this wonderful idea and then (with a few changes) it fit with another of my not so wonderful ideas that I kept around just because. Now I shall liken my ideas and wanting to write a book to deviled eggs. By the way the egg represent your mind's raw work that you must add things to. The real first thing is: You boil, peel, and cut the eggs in half. This is not so fun work. You must work. You must learn. You can't write a story if you don't know much but you can always learn. To make the peeling the eggs a bit more fun, smile or listen to music. You can learn about something you think is very interesting. Second: Mash the egg yolks a bit. Know what you are going to write. This helps when you mix everything together but you don't have to do it (do it anyway). Third: Add mustard (a problem), vinegar (the characters personalities), and mayonnaise (a cool way to figure out the problem). Here comes the part where you make the decisions. You could mix it as you add each ingredient or at the end. You don't have to put the yolk mixture on the egg whites (a different idea or false ending). Forget the paprika (secrets or a road block) if you feel like it or you could mix in the paprika with the yolks! More mustard! More mayonnaise! No bowls! No utensils! ( Although I don't advise it if you still live with your parents.) Bring on the relish! Now presentation. There's platters to chose from, basil or parsley remember which goes on food if you want to eat the food) if you want it, and you need to name it. Ours will be Bob because I want it to be. Many people will try Bob, some more enthusiastically than others. Someone will find Bob and love him. I sound like a book on writing a book. What do I know about writing books? I've never finished one. Never gotten close. You can see what I've been thinking about: food and books.

Cool, I didn't know that

I was looking in my really cool dictionary for the word: abracadabra when I saw another word that looked strange. Aardwolf, is an African mammal that eats bugs. Mmmm. It's amazing the things you learn reading a really cool dictionary. I wish I had the guts to sit down and read the whole thing. Maybe after Lord of the Rings. Maybe.... Oh, if you are bored look up 'haggis' in your really cool dictionary unless you have just eaten or plan on eating soon.

Chin? Chin? Chin?

AAA! I'm becoming like my mother! She has a problem with words. She won't be able to come up with the right one sometimes, remember your name - I get called Libby a lot, or scrambles the words like can trash or cash tran. This morning I was writing and I wanted the other word for jaw but I wasn't sure if it was chin or not. I kept saying chin in my head but the more I said it the more I thought it wasn't right. I looked chin up in my really cool dictionary and found out that chin was the word I wanted. HEH HEH

BOOK WOMAN HAS PROBLEM WITH BOOKS

I don't know why people like Harry Potter. I have a few guesses like...it's so stupid and long that teens can say, 'I read a really long novel and I got it.' If you think about it, a good writer tries to teach you something but Harry Potter is dry. I always believed what I read in a book was true. Now that I am writing a book and looking into screenplay writing, I research a lot so that my ideas work properly. My favorite series is Artemis Fowl. You can just tell that the author, Eoin Colfer, (pronounced 'Owen', by the way) is a really smart guy. And I love the way he writes. J.K. Rowling is definitely not like Eoin. She has trouble writing a real sentence! I also like it when the author tries to explain why thing are the way they are or why we don't see fairies. J.K. did that but not very well. We don't see wizards disappearing into walls. She just didn't try hard enough to please the smart people. Another thing that really bugs me, snakes cannot hear so how could Harry Potty speak to it? She just didn't try hard enough to please the smart people but she's a millionaire. That says something about yesterday's teens. Now I would like to complain about today's teens. Today's teens like the Twilight series but I don't see why. I've only read the first book but it wasn't good enough to motivate me to read the others. Yea, the vamps are cool but the plot isn't. It's good to have strong characters and an interesting story setting but that was the only thing keeping me going or I wouldn't have finished it. And still Stephanie is rich. Tell's you something about teens today.