Adam Lambert is Just Too Cool

Hello world!

This one's gonna be as short as I can manage. Sorry if you actually like all my ramblings.

I randomly doodled this on the back of my Geometry test. It's missing the bottom part because I ran out of space and because I didn't feel like it. *shrug*

I never really watched American Idol before- just the every once in a while thing where you walk in on your dad and you stay to watch a song or two and then leave the room. David Archuleta is super famous back where I'm from, and I'm a big fan of Adam Lambert. So yeah; despite not really watching the show, I know a few people from it. This season, however, my dad played the auditions on TV while we had nothing else to do. It was fun to watch them, even though I'm seriously just not that big on American Idol (So You Think You Can Dance is more of my jam). I wonder if I'll actually end up watching the rest of the season or not.

I hope Adam comes out with new songs soon! I know he's touring with Queen (which is freaking awesome) but I also wanna hear of his own stuff. He has some really good songs, guys. I'll admit it here: I'm a Glambert. I like him enough to know what his fans are called. This is real.

I wanted so bad to finish Family History this week (so many italics in this post...), but... it didn't happen. I am really close though! I still have to do chapter 15, a flashback that's waaaaay back, and then I can put in the final sentences!~ It's the sentences I've been waiting to type since I started writing this, and I won't put them until I know the story is finished.

A prob, Bob, is that most of the chapters I ended up making 1.5 pages, maybe 2 pages. I tried to keep them all about that length. However, the final chapter ended up... 6 pages. *blank stare*

...

*Titan Eren yell*

Now, I'm planning to combine 2 or 3 chapters together so that the final one won't be so long compared to the others. It's probably better that way, anyway, since most of the chapters are pretty short, and I know that, as a reader, I'd be a bit lost and frustrated by that.

WE STARTED THE RESEARCH PAPER IN ENGLISH. I'M SCARED. I'm just not good at this!

Bai!

Just Common Sense, Princess

Hellllllllllo world!

This laptop is being pretty dang slow, so I don't want to take forever writing this.

Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day, so NO SCHOOL! *woop-woop* I planned to spend the day writing this, posting "This Time", and possibly finishing Family History! And, If I have time, read some Edgar Allen Poe.

First up. So, I posted a song I wrote a few days ago. I got that whole thing finished within a few hours, I think! A few parts don't make perfect sense, but who can say that songs always make sense? I realized later that day my inspiration. I was thinking about "Cough Syrup" by James the Giant, one of my favorite songs of all time. There's also "Bulletproof" by La Roux (my sister and I like her song "I'm Not Your Toy" more), where it says, "This time, baby, I'll be here- bulleeeetproooof." And I wanted to facepalm when I remembered the title of an Imagine Dragons song: "It's Time." Part of the chorus reminded me of "Lalaland" by Demi Lovato. Is it just me, or were her and Selena Gomez better when they were still with Disney Channel?

I got another chapter of Family History done, and I think I've figured out how I want to write the last chapter! So, I just have to write that and chapter 15, which was a flashback that I wanted to do, but I didn't ever have the time since I would look at a (poorly-drawn) timeline I did a few months ago to make sure I got it right. So, if I do this right, I'll be done! If only this stupid com-poo-ter would let me get all that done today!

We're starting to get ready for a research paper that we're writing in English this semester, which is a certain historical time period (American time period- everyone groaned when we heard that) and a work of literature from it, then write a paper that explains stuff about that period, like politics, that influenced the work, and how the work influenced the time period.

A ton of people got excited when we saw that under "Romantic Antitranscendentalism" there was a few choices written by Edgar Allen Poe. I mean, it would've been awesome to do a paper around Poe, but there were already girls calling that they were doing them and no one else could. It's okay- I found something else that interested me too, and no one else took it.

During the time we were talking about the American Revolutionary War in US History, there was mention of a pamphlet called "Common Sense" by Thomas Paine that helped motivate the war. Just the title had piqued my interest, but they never said more than that.

And I found it on this list.

I was like, "Hey! Now I'll get to read it! This could be really interesting!"

And, oh, how interesting it is.

Do you guys know how much I love sometimes when people basicallly bash on idiotic, mere mortals and ideas? This pamphlet, though quite long (took me about two hours to read, I believe), was filled with so much of that that it made me so happy. I told my teacher, and she completely agreed with me! She had commented, "When we had to read literature from the War of Independence, the other students were always so bored, but I loved it. The things were written in that time period basically called everyone idiots, and why they are!"

It would probably be easier to write a paper around this than Poe, anyways. But I still want to read some in my free time, if I get any today.

Last Saturday, I finally got started on watching Soul Eater. It's okay. *shrug* I have a few questions, though. 1: Is Soul Eater the only weapon that eats the souls? 2: I get that the weapon and meister are working together to make the weapon a Death Scythe, but... What's in it for the meister? 3: What kind of parent names their child "SOUL EATER"?!

This morning, I chatted a bit with Darkrai after who knows how long since we've had a full conversation. Even then, I think it was a bit strained. We used to be such good friends, and I'm not entirely sure what happened! I mean, Wattpad getting blocked at my school certainly didn't help, but I wasn't really trying hard enough to talk to him, I think. And he was getting on Wattpad less often anyways, probably being too busy?

Wow... My English teacher had been telling us about stuff like fragment and run-on sentences, and for a moment I had been thinking, "Psh! People, it's not that hard!" And then I realized... considering the status of Grammar Nazi I had given myself... I sure do a ton of that stuff on this blog. *tear* I just feel like this is how I think and talk! I am extremely informal, and I ignore a lot of rules! But I know better than to do that for most school assignments! At least that, right?...

Last Wednesday was Young Women's and Excellence Night, or, as the President called it, Princess Night! My sister and I wore big dresses and did our hair nice and everything! (Well, I didn't look quite as nice as her, but it was still nice for me. *hehehe...*) I had completed my goal of getting half my Faith (I can't decide whether to capitalize it or not! *sob*) project done for it. I printed out 12 pages of my random ramblings about the experiences, and most of it wasn't read, I'm sure. Still proud of myself!

A girl who read all of the most recent thing I wrote, Shea, (say it like the butter!) said that she really liked the way I write, that it was natural, and she could follow along with my thought process clearly. And she had just cracked up at the "itsy-bitsy-blahblah" part in it. I also found out that she was actually amazing at drawing, and her sketchbook had a lot of anime character sketches, like Sora from Kingdom Hearts! Her sister liked to write poems, and there was a pretty dang good one in her little binder. She certainly had reason to be proud of that poem.

A few hours before leaving, I actually quickly drew myself on a paper with my name all big in cursive. Shea and her mom commented on it, saying that the face is anime but the body is more like cartoon. I guess they're right... I don't think it really looks a lot like me. And I felt weird giving myself a bit o' boob, but it would've looked way too weird if I didn't.

I dotted the i's in my name with cat heads! *pleased*

One of the best parts was when my sister and I went in front of everybody and did a short acapella version of a dance we've performed a lot. It's a Tahitian dance. It surprised even my parents. *loud laughter* It was a little weird dancing in a princess dress, but that probably just made it better.

At the end of presentations, we had all been given plastic roses ("*sniff* Ah, don't you love the smell of plastic?") that light up, so that's why my rose is in the pic.

Eh... I think that's it for today. I'll go be useful now!

This Time

I'm an ordinary human with extraordinary feelings

Everything is colorful, not gray

Reality can be a little boring

So in my free time I add to my little theory

Of whether someone can be in their own brain

(Chorus:)

Every time I entered my mind

I found nothing

But this time I know I saw something

Something I didn't like

My conscience was staring back at me

Said if I don't change I'll lose everything

This time when I entered my mind

I wish I'd found nothing

The only exit out of my cerebral domain

Is out of my ear, where I hear

People thinking it's too late

According to my observations

Sadness comes when you don't meet expectations

I'm more alike to you than you thought

(Chorus)

This time I only hear the beat of the drums

This time I only hear the guitar

This time the bass booms into my daydreams

This time silence surrounds me

And my voice cuts through it deep

(Chorus)

Should I think, should I be blank?

Should I be real, should I be fake?

Should I think or should I be a blank slate?

This time, this time

(X2)

Coming Back to School with AUs Stuck In My Head

Hello world!

Young Women's and Excellence is this week! Got my princess dress and half my faith project done- now just have to decide what else to present. My sister suggested a sculpture from last year, and I thought maybe a few drawings I'm really proud of? Like my Alphonse Elric profile pic on FFN?

Okay, I've got three or four things to talk about. That's it. As to how long it'll take for me to talk about them... we'll see.

I AM FINALLY DONE WITH PE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! The class I have for 2nd semester instead of PE is Psychology. So far... I'm still trying to figure out how the teacher teaches. As far as I understand, he takes a few minutes to discuss a section of the book with us, and wants us to learn the vocab words, and... that's all I got. *really confused* Are we supposed to study outside of class too? I'm too nervous to ask...

I made two friends on my first day! They were nice enough to see me sitting by myself and started talking with me. The first girl is really nice, and the second girl actually is more like me than either of us (or Blondie- I told her about it later) expected. Like, she loves to draw (but she does it a lot more than me), she wears glasses, she plays percussion in the school band (and I play at home), and she loves FMA!!! *fangirl shriek*

I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING! If she had seen as much as me, we would love it the same amount!

And u no FMA iz mi lief.

I have been bringing one of the volumes every day to read throughout school. Honestly, I could read more than one book, but I don't want to make myself accidentally lose focus. I just tend to have enough free time throughout the day to do it.

But yeah. On the second day, I whipped out volume... 12? And she gasped and said that she loved it and I gasped back and was like "Whatareyouseriousthatisawesome!"

She told me they were the first manga she ever read, because her friend told her to read them (and I guess she was borrowing all of the books from that friend) and got so close to the end when suddenly her friend said she would stop letting her borrow them! She had read 25 out of 27 books!!! What a butthole of a friend!

So she had died when her friend said that, and had always wanted to know how the series ended (with good reason; that ending was SICK). And here I am, a huuuuge fan, who actually owns all of the books! (I am more and more thankful as time goes by that my parents got them for me.) So, we made plans for her to borrow a few at a time, from the very beginning, so that she will get to read the whole thing! And maybe later she can watch some of the animes and movies! (She didn't know there were movies!)

She is always super busy though, so I wonder how long it'll take for her to actually get to read all of them. As long as it happens before the end of the school year, it's cool with me. And as long as she doesn't lose any of my precious books!

Apart from that, nothing super interesting has happened this week, besides that now I'm actually wearing jewelry to school (usually just a pair of earrings I got at Claire's. *giggle* I have so many, and most of them are really casual and random and silly, so I don't actually look fancy. That's perfectly fine, since I feel weird if I'm dressed up at school. (...Although I'm getting more used to that because of Niisan Tie Day.)

Oh wait! We went to a stake dance yesterday. *sweat drop* Like the sockhop a few months ago, but this one had no theme. We went with Kay, but the guy driving us was... (Thinking of a code name...) Chulo? I mean, my sister likes that he talks kinda ghetto Spanish, and has that accent in English. I give him the name Chulo! *does knighting ceremony*

Of course, we got dressed up (not as much as last time, but we were all still nice) and... had little fun at the party. Seriously, these people not only request songs that are impossible to dance to, but they didn't do much dancing to the ones you could! There was a lot of slow dances too, which wasn't fantastic considering we were three girls and one guy, and Kay was often separating from us to talk with her other friends from her ward.

At least we got to meet some guy named Ricky who seemed to be having the time of his life. If we were at some party with beer, he probs would be the guy who drank way too much. But, this being a party with only chocolate, cookies, and water, then you know that's what he's really like.

I shall continue with my retelling of Winter Break. I finished with the second Monday, right?

Tuesday, we just lazed around until the afternoon, when we went to my sister's friend's house for a movie night. Unfortunately, almost no one could make it. I got to see part of The Raven (which I was really enjoying- I've heard there's a new series that's based off Edgar Allen Poe too, something like The Calling? I should find out for sure), when I ended up being picked up to go to the house of a family from our old branch, where my mom currently was. So I got to see Elenita and her sister! I was talking and stuff with them for hours. So worth it. Psh, I can watch the rest of The Raven some other time.

The next day was New Year's Eve! In the evening, we went to a party at a Spanish brach near my aunt's house, since the one for our old branch got cancelled! We went with a family who I think I haven't given any names to on here... And while there, we saw Loki (see "Comic Con!") and his family. It just wasn't as fun as the other branch's, but at least we could still dance and talk and drink cider together when it turned midnight. (I choked on my first sip- perhaps foreboding something that'll happen soon? What a great way to start the year.) I also texted with Allakai a little, since we hadn't talked since I went to Utah. I'm sorry, we've been busy!

I was gonna continue, but this is just getting too long. I'll tell the last part of Winter break net week.

There had been some time during that break (right before the... *shiver* ...Victoria's Secret event) when I suddenly wanted to write as many names as I could think of for the FMA characters... if they were the opposite gender. That's pretty common in the fandom, and I wondered if I'd do a better job. (Some people chose unnatural names, in my opinion, or they didn't change the name at all.) Some of them came out pretty amusing and so perfect; like, Roy Mustang became Ramona Mustang. Is it just me, or is he totally a Ramona? It's difficult to figure out his appearance as a girl, though.

I suddenly remembered one or two weeks after I made a huge list of names (while reading an FMA book and saw one of the extras) that everyone in Mustang's team had a code name (except Mustang himself), so I guess, in the gender bent world, most of them would actually be named Jacqueline and use the code name "Jean" or something like that- basically reversing the names and code names. If I changed everyone's gender in FMA, though, then the military would be totally dominated by females. *big blink* *whispers* Just something to think about.

I'd actually later had a dream that I suddenly turned into a guy. It was a bit terrifying.

I wrote a short excerpt, I guess you can call it, for if I actually made a whole story about gender bent FMA, that introduces Team Mustang. I'll probs add to it when I think of more. (Note that, like some people believe, Female!Ed and Al would probably keep their nicknames the same, so that's why they're referred to like that here, despite being girls. ...Actually, I wasn't totally sure if I could change Alphonse to Ally, because it just seemed even crueler to put a little girl in the armor than a boy. I wuv him too much to do that. It can go either way here.)

Eden kicked the door open, grabbing the attention of the people inside.

"Hey, Chief." She looked over, seeing a slender blonde leaning back in her chair, her feet kicked up onto her desk. Jacqueline Havoc, the laid-back one. She always has a cigarette hanging out her lips if she can get away with it. Let's just say she has street smarts.

"How are you?" the lieutenant next to her asked. She was heavier, yet still retained some of her figure. Her reddish hair just barely reached her shoulders. Hayley Breda was great at strategizing- she was rarely caught slacking off.

"Eh," Ed muttered to them as she plopped down on the sofa, then waited for her sibling to sit too before immediately taking as much space as possible.

"Someone's not in a good mood," commented lightly the Master Sergeant. Her black hair was always tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her work. The bespectacled Kate Fuery was usually seen with a radio or other gadget in her hands.

"Is she ever in a good mood?"

"Yeah, when you aren't around."

"Ouch, Bre! You're hurting my feelings!" Havoc dramatically placed her hands over her heart.

"So where's the Colonel?" Ed interrupted.

"Out," Hayley replied.

"She had to go investigate a case. The one that happened on the bridge." Ed's head turned to the member that spoke the least in the group. She was the oldest, yet had one of the lowest ranks. What the gray-haired woman didn't have in combat skill, she made up in plenty of other talents that held much value. Vanessa Falman, the walking encyclopedia.

"Oh, yeah. That thing in the newspaper, right?"

"When will she be back?" Al asked.

"Most likely after lunch. I'm sure she would rather eat out instead of coming for cafeteria food."

Eden groaned and made the motion to leave when the door opened again.

In walked the Colonel. She was a beautiful woman who looked young for her age, with seemingly effortless black hair down her back and eyes that were lit with determination and a bit of mischief. Ramona Mustang had a lot of ambition, and the higher-ups did not enjoy watching her climb the ranks.

Behind her was the only male of the group, Rick Hawkeye. The blond was always composed, always prepared. Nicknamed "Mustang's babysitter", the sniper with a very sharp eye was very reliable and loyal, but also able to make decisions for his and the others' safety, even if it disobeyed orders, and was a vital part of missions.

"Hey, Boss! You're back already?"

"Yes. There wasn't much to see." She paused and rolled her eyes at the position of the 2nd Lt. "Could you at least try to be ladylike?"

Breda snickered while Havoc dropped her legs back to the floor and smirked. "As if any of us are ladylike."

"You're the least ladylike."

"Actually, I think the better example here is Fullmetal," Breda pointed out, and they all looked over to the couch where she sat.

Eden flinched when all eyes were on her, not having paid attention to the conversation, but quickly regained her usual attitude. "Whaddaya lookin' at, beeyotches?"

"You just proved it to them, Ed!" Al sighed, slapping a hand on the face of the helmet.

K bai!

Faith is Like a Little Seed

Hello world!

If planted, it will grooow... Sorry, that song I put in the title is too cute!

Young Women and Excellence is almost here, and I had made it a goal to at least be finished with half of my Faith project to present it. I thought of another experience.

It happened last school year, after the 2013 October General Conference, which they have biannually.

My seminary teacher had asked us to write down one or two questions, and throughout the weekend, try to listen for the answers. I could only think of one question that they had talked a lot about the year before, so I thought they might talk about it again, and I was kind of hoping for more clarification on it.

...

Okay! I'll tell you! I wanted to know more about media, since I started feeling like I might be watching or reading the wrong types of stuff! There, ya happy?! (Gosh, beating it outta me... So stubborn and persistent...)

Anyway, so I gladly listened to the talks all weekend, not falling asleep once, unlike certain people. (I'm looking at my mom, dad, and sister. They always fall asleep at some point.) I learned a lot and liked seeing some of my favorite church leaders again, but I realized that they didn't mention the media. At all.

Really?!

Monday came, and the teacher told us to write a few sentences about our experiences with the questions during the conference. As I started writing that, well, mine didn't get answered, I started thinking about it more. I heard them repeat a lot of what you should and shouldn't be around the year before, so... I already knew. *tick mark slowly appears*

While I would've appreciated President Monson saying something like, "_______ is not good," I did know at least vaguely the good and bad. But, after all, the kinds of entertainment you use really depends on you.

I honestly think it had been the Holy Ghost that nudged me then, because I was in seminary, one of the best places for learning about the gospel and receiving revelation there is. I mean, something as simple as that seriously hadn't crossed my mind until I pondered it in there.

So, my testimony of seminary is pretty strong. I have been able to understand so much more because of taking it, and you get to have experiences with new friends that you wouldn't have somewhere else. I know I spiritually grew because of seminary, and my faith in the gospel continues to grow because it taught me and got me to develop better habits.

I shall continue with my little story now. After the little revelation, I knew that, if I felt it was okay, it probably was. The itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini problem there is that I used to have quite a problem with trusting myself. ...Well, I still do, but not as strong. So I still worried that I was just telling myself some of these manga series and whatever were okay when they really were not.

Do you know how sucky it feels to think that you might not be thinking right? I mean, I tend to put a lot of trust into other people so fast, yet I can't fully trust myself! (Heck, I just knew my new friend in 1st period for a day- I had only talked with her for a few minutes- and the next day I was telling her that I would gladly let her borrow my books. And I really did give them to her! She's just so nice and so like me!...)

I started to pray more for more understanding, and for more faith, and for the Holy Ghost to be with me more. (Yep, a lot of mores.) But, so far, it didn't really feel like I was getting results.

A few weeks later, after church, we came home, and everyone immediately changed out of their clothes into pajamas (except me, cuz I'm lazy.) While waiting for my mom to cook, I remembered that I had recently gotten the LDS Youth app. We stopped getting magazines (can't remember if there was a reason), so I could only access by the internet now. The app was pretty slow, but still did its job. There were a few articles and videos to choose from, and I decided that I would just stick with articles.

I skimmed a few of them, then came across an article that was for young women who were deciding whether to go on a mission or not. Of course, it first talked about praying sincerely to God, and what would happen if he said yes or no. But then the next paragraph surprised me.

It said (paraphrasing my memory here): "What if you didn't receive an answer?" This was going to happen most often, it said, and there was a reason. It meant that Heavenly Father trusted you enough to choose for yourself.

That really hit me.

Sometimes, it feels like you pray a lot and he doesn't say anything back. But, in a way, he really is saying something back. He's saying it's all up to you. He knows you will do what you think is best.

So... if Heavenly Father really is trusting me... why don't I?

THE ALMIGHTY BEING TRUSTS ME! HE KNOWS I'LL DO WHAT I THINK IS RIGHT! SO I SHOULD TRUST MYSELF TOO, RIGHT?!

Making decisions can be so difficult for me to do, but, that day, my self-confidence grew. Even if it wasn't for choosing to go on a mission (I probably will... I think), I really needed to hear that. (...Eh, read that.)

I had known that God is always there for you and answers prayers for years, but that was strengthened by this experience.

I know that God lives and loves all of us, for we are all his children. He wants us all to be happy and be with him, and he wants us to believe in him and ourselves. As Dieter F. Uchtdorf said once (I think): "You are better than you think." I try to remember that often, and hopefully you will too. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Prospero Año y Felicidad

Hello world!

In case you were wondering- yes, I was thinking of that song "Feliz Navidad" when I thought of the title.

While it was so great to hang around at Utah, I'm glad to be back, at least to be in my own bed. Most days there I was sleeping on the floor.

On Sunday, I got my nails did. (I don't wanna take a pic, though, since I've had them for a week, so they don't look as nice anymore.) But they are a light green, and on the ring fingers there are yellow dots overlapping blue dots too. They all have a subtle sparkly top coat. My aunt's roommate offered to add that extra stuff, since both of them love nails.

Before I forget (*coughcoughagaincough*), here's the pics of my new glasses! People (generally) like the clear ones. I haven't worn the teal ones since they don't fit as well, so I'm saving them for when I really wanna wear them, like for a fancy party or something.

The teal ones are cute, especially because of the little picture on the side (boy and girl standing back to back- what I like about this is that it's cute, but doesn't scream romance, ya know?). But guess what? When the glasses arrive, it turns out the picture got stretched horizontally a lot, so you can't even tell what it's supposed to be! *facepalm* My sister said they still looked cool, so I guess I'll deal with it. That's still going to annoy me for the rest of my life.

Okay, on Monday, I hung out with one of my bestest friends. But, I just realized that I probably haven't ever mentioned her on here, because we stopped hanging out as often. She has turned into... the average American teenage girl! *Psycho music and scream* And then here I am...

Just a few years ago, when we were both still in primary, we would play things like superheroes, or spies, or superspies! We would also play a lot of games on the Wii together, mainly Kirby's Epic Yarn, my favorite game. We both are now such pros, and we became pros together. We were determined and such good friends. She seriously had come to my house almost every day (really annoying my family) so that we managed to finish the game in about two months? That's part of why I (eventually) caught onto Super Smash Bros., once I held the controller the same way as in Kirby.

Anyway. Now that we're teens, there's not much to do anymore besides talk. We did play a few levels of Kirby together, but we mainly talked. About a lot of stuff. Mainly random stuff. At one point, she wanted to try doing that thing where one person says a random word, then the other says the first thing that pops into their head in response. Sometimes, we ended up laughing until we could barely breathe.

That's the good times with Beka I missed.

When our laughter ended, she asked if I wanted to bake something with her, since she got a kit for cookies and cupcakes for Christmas. We were going to, but then she saw that there was salted butter instead of just normal. We only needed butter to put into the mix (and water, I'm guessing?) and it's the kind that'll make the cookies taste salty. Yech.

We just put that away and ate storebought dessert instead.

When it was time to go, her dad drove me back. (Oh yeah! Her mom has driven us to Beka's house first. She is such a silly lady that seems like such an awesome mom.) He entered because he wanted to talk to my mom about something. He ended up staying for, like, an hour, telling my mom about his problems with his wife and how they were planning to divorce. (Beka's stepmom is a little bit crazy.) Then he talked about Beka, even though we were all in the living room. And we were just a few feet away from them, just having small talk and interneting.

Well then.

Oh my, this post is getting long, and I've only talked about 2 days! I guess I'll just continue with that next week. Now's time to talk about years.

Just when I think of 2013 and 2014, I immediately go "UUUGGGHHH." A lot of stuff happened that was not fun, let me tell you. But then, a second later, I remember that there was also lots of good events, and life-changing experiences. I started high school, went to dances, became acquainted with anime, joined FFN, made many online friends, went to conventions, moved to the other side of the country, traveled, read a lot, became a writer, became a drummer, grew physically, grew mentally, grew spiritually, became closer to my family... Suddenly, the definition of who I am changed dramatically. Never would I have thought I would be an FMAniac. Never would I have thought I would consider a career besides teaching, especially not in the science field. Never would I have thought that I would become a part of a community of authors of some of the greatest works I've ever read- the kinds of things that made me laugh out loud, or twisted my guts with so much emotion I cried, or become so shocked I can't close my mouth or think about anything else- and they all support and contribute, including me, and they are all young adults. Never would I have thought I would be so affected by people that live thousands of miles away, no matter how amazing those people are.

Everything changed in two years. I got pushed down a few times, but I think I am a better person now.

Cheers to the new year. Let's hope 2015 is a year of bettering ourselves and the world. Let's make it a year we'll never forget- for a good reason!