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Sorry I couldn't post yesterday, I was too busy staying up really late and writing!! I got to 15000 WORDS!!!!!!!!! My story is officially done. It'll be up on this blog by tomorrow, on a separate page at the top.

My parents are making me go to debate camp. It started on Monday. I don't know anyone there, but I have exactly three "friends" who sit next to me. We eat lunch together and never talk. Yay for awkward silences!
There's this really annoying guy who used to be in front of me and he kept distracting us when we were trying to work on stuff. His sister's one of our teacher/counselors, so I think that's why. If my little sis was in a camp I was teaching, she'd be very distracting and always expecting me to give her hugs =P
There are these other three girls who've known each other forever and they're always in their own little group. They're really funny and nice though, and I wish they'd be more open to the rest of us.
And then there are the rest of the guys... they're mostly distracting weirdos like the one sitting in front of me. I get distracted easily.
I don't really think I'll be a good debater because I change my mind WAY too often and easily. And I have a really soft voice, so people don't normally hear what I say. I'm also a terrible note-taker and can't keep anything organized at all. I seriously regret allowing my parents to make me come here... at least I have my friends!

first bit of my book

Because I said I'd post some of it. I didn't edit yet, though...

I sit at the creek's edge, holding a notebook and pencil. It's a very pretty day outside, which means that my landscape sketches will look amazing. I've had this secret passion for art ever since I could first hold a pencil, and my skills have been improving ever since.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spy something moving in the bushes. It’s too big to be a small deer or rabbit. No, it’s most likely a fellow human being. A human girl, as I see when she steps out of the woods. This strikes me as strange, because I’ve never seen another person here in the few months since I’d discovered this place. It’s a little weird that this untouched forest is only a mile from the suburbs, where I live.
The strange girl walks towards me. She looks to be about ten years old, with messy brownish hair and eerily piercing blue eyes. She’s dressed in brown and green, which makes her look a bit like a walking tree with a head. She notices me watching her and steps up toward me.
Looking me straight in the eye, the strange girl says, “Follow me. I have something to show you. Please.” I have a reputation for hardly trusting anyone, including adorable little girls. But there’s something about this kid, about the pleading tone in her voice and those enormous eyes, that makes her seem different...I let her lead me through the bushes and trees. We’re walking off all the marked trails, something I’d never even dreamed of doing before. Does this girl have any idea how dangerous the forest is, even in daylight?
As we walk, she asks me, “What’s your name?”
“Jenny,” I reply. I’ve just broken the record for the number of words I’ve voluntarily said to a complete stranger.
“And your other name? The one everyone in your family shares?”
She must mean my last name. I’ve never given out my first and last names to someone whose name I don’t even know, but I reply anyway. “Desmond.” At least she doesn’t know my middle name...
When we stop walking, my legs are sore and my feet feel like they’re falling off. We’ve stopped in front of a door that appears to be carved in a tree trunk. It’s very elaborate, but it’s just a carving. There’s nothing that could possibly be behind it, right?
She completely proves me wrong by raising one of her little hands and placing it on the carving.
Weird pink sparkles float around in the air, like they might in a fantasy movie, and the door swings outwards. It’s enough to creep me out.
We walk into the tree trunk. It’s bigger on the inside than it is outside, and there’s room for a whole house in there. We’re standing in a room with a table and two chairs. A boy, about my age of fifteen, is sitting in one of them. When he sees us, a grin spreads across his freckled face.
“Hyacinth! You’ve brought another human friend of yours! What’s she called?” The little girl, who’s obviously named Hyacinth, quietly says “Jenny Desmond.”  As I’m thinking about what an interesting name Hyacinth is, the boy turns to me and says, “She’s my little sister, and she chose her own name. So did I, but my choice is way plainer. I’m Jason.”
Out of politeness, I say, “It’s a nice name, really.” Jason smiles again. “Thanks.” I want to ask him why he implied that he and Hyacinth aren’t exactly human, but before the words can escape my mouth, Jason has an answer.
“You want to know our story, do you? Sit down and I’ll tell you.” He motions at the empty chair next to him. I take a seat, and accidentally drop my sketchbook. It falls open to one of my best sketches, a realistic picture of a squirrel with an acorn. Jason picks up the book, looks at the picture for the longest few seconds ever, and says, “Wow. I really wish I could draw.” He gives the book back to me I’m, surprisingly, more than eager to teach him to draw, but I don’t say this.

songs i was listening to

People think I have weird tastes in music... and I probably do.

story of my life. right here.

these lyrics seriously make sense.

this is my sis's favorite song. i used to sing it to her when she had really severe nightmares.

I'm too lazy to keep on putting videos in this post, and I have to get at least 2000 more words done today for my book, so this is all I'll write on this blog today. 

random poem/song dedicated to people i won't mention here

(you'll know if you're one of the people i wrote this to... so don't ask me who they are)

If only you had understood
Back when I'd believed in you.
If only you could see yourself
Walking in my shoes.
You couldn't tell I needed someone
To tell my secrets to.
I'd thought that I might like to have
A friend just like you
But then I discovered that
You have a second side too.

You listened to my secrets
Then told the outside world
What wasn't meant for their ears.
What only you should've heard.
You heard them using this against me
And you didn't say a single word.

How could I have trusted you
If I knew it'd end like this?
As I'm thinking about the past
I have only one wish:
To erase you from my life,
You're the one that I won't miss.
If only I could turn back time
To when our friendship didn't exist.
I could've found someone else,
And lived my life in bliss.

this is what i do when i'm bored

My sis went to this summer camp place and she brought me some lanyard string. This is what happened. BTW, I didn't choose those colors myself... and sorry for the really bad quality of the pic...

I made all of them the circle/twisty type because I felt like it. =D 

The longest one is the worst, especially near the top. I just wanted to finish it as soon as possible. 

I did the second one in hot pink and transparent lanyard string, but it doesn't look like it. 

The third/really short one is probably the best... it's the only one I never screwed up on XD

dear (probably nonexistent) reader...

Who are you?

What do you look like?

What do you act like?

Can you even describe yourself?

Are you human?

How did you find this really demented blog?

Do you know me in real life?

Do you hate me with the passion of a thousand suns?

Do you actually think I'm not that bad?

Or do you merely tolerate my presence?

Do you have a blog too?

Do people read it?

What do you write?

Have you ever had writer's block?

Why are you reading my blog?

Do you think I'm normal? 

Do you actually like my slightly strange ideas?

Or do you come here only to make fun of them?

Has anyone ever genuinely hated you, just for being who you are? (If yes, stay strong <3)

Would you trust anyone with your life?

Do people think everyone likes you?

Is that actually true?

Have you ever wished for something impossible, just to see if it would come true?

Have you ever gone skydiving? (If you have, how was it?)

Have you ever stayed up all night counting stars?
What's the weirdest dream you've had?
Do you dream in color?

Have you ever narrowly escaped death?

Are you scared of dying?

Have you ever thought about running away from everyone and everything you know?

Have you ever hated the whole world, just for existing?

Do you even exist?

I couldn't think of a better idea... stupid writer's block D=

writing a book

Yeah. That's exactly what I'm attempting to do. My writing isn't as good as it could be, though, and I'm focusing too much on how many words I have (as of now, just over 5000) instead of how good my work is.

This writing thing is slowly taking over my life. Whenever I'm bored, I just go to my room, blast music through my headphones, and write a few chapters. I have to beg my parents for permission to work on my book. If I can't get more than 600 words in a day, I end up hating myself and going on a crazy writing spree the next day. I've never been this... passionate about anything before. It's a little weird.

I'm starting to think my characters are real people, too. I named a character Isa, after the name that Anchal goes by. (I had permission.) The Isa in my book is cursed to be trapped in the body of a cat, so whenever I see Anchal, or even email her, I have to resist the urge to say, "Why aren't you a cat? I thought you were still cursed." If I actually said something like this, it would lead to a very awkward conversation.

When I first started this, last week, I thought it would be just a nice, innocent little summer project. The kind of thing that wouldn't invade my thoughts, that I wouldn't really care too much about. I guess I'm wrong. After I finish all 15000 words of this book, I'll stick to short stories... 

i'm finally posting! :O

I got really bored (summer vacation is too long/boring!!) and said, "Why not make a blog post?" So I did.

Remember my pet rat, Coco? She passed away about a month ago. I miss her terribly, and still like rats. I always will. RIP Coco <3

I'm officially a graduate of Tamil school! I'm coming back next year as my aunt's teacher aide :) I'll never have to see a certain evil teacher again! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

I came back from CTY at Skidmore last week! (if you don't know what CTY is, look it up ^_^) It was REALLY awesome even though I was late to classes every day so my teacher didn't exactly like me.
My roommate, Gracie, didn't really know me all that well because I spent all my time in other people's rooms in different buildings. She was the type who would be popular, whose shelves were filled with makeup bottles and who barely brought any books. (I was known for reading, words or music, all the time. People called me Meera the Reading Addict and would always try to steal my books. But I wouldn't let them.)
Most of the kids at CTY seemed that type, and they were walking around in their absurdly short shorts and flirting with every boy they met, which is not what I expected from "nerd camp." (Well, you sure can't judge a book by its cover...)
I felt really awkward around everyone... until I met Leechen/Marina, a.k.a Boat Dock or the girl who gave me the idea for this title, and her friends: Cindy (she kept using Marina's favorite piano during practice time), Tulasi (who always borrowed my black skirt), Megha (who read really weird fanfiction to us when we were bored), and Emily and Julia (sisters. Even though I used to think Julia and Cindy were related xD).
I became Marina's swim teacher (butterfly is annoying) and page turner (when she did piano practice), and everyone in her class (including the guys!) thought of me as their "adorable little sister" because I was at least a whole year younger than all of them. It was quite awkward, especially because I was taller than most of them.
Marina kept trying to "attack" this other flute player called Rachel. Don't ask why, there was some random misunderstanding. Once I got lost and ended up in Rachel's room. She almost made me learn Flight of the Bumblebee with her, just because I had my flute with me. (it was in my bag of stuff, which I never left my room without.) We ended up forgetting about playing it and working on other songs (squeakyfastnocturnething!) Music nerd buddies! =D
And someone made me wear a dress on the last day >.< but it had pockets! Yay! If I ever have to wear a dress again, I'll make sure it has pockets so I can put random things in them. I'm a huge sucker for pockets... I don't know why.

My sis never stops bugging me about WEB assignments. She really wants to NOT be in Anchal's group... I can't blame her. If Anchal was my sis's WEB leader, there would be a small explosion. Scratch that, a ginormous explosion. Yeah, ginormous is a real word. Look it up if you don't believe me.

What else should I say... I failed at a swim meet two days ago!  But I did pretty well for someone who's never done a meet before. Wearing a cap felt really weird.

I'm writing a book! I only have just over 4000 words in a week. At this rate I'm never gonna finish. Ever. So I have to stop writing this really lame blog post and get back to work on my book. Don't worry, I'll post later... xD