Wow

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know I haven't posted in over two weeks, but I haven't had anything to post about. I've been home, writing, and babysitting. Verrry interesting. Sorry that I don't have anything more interesting for you.

Monday was my birthday though. And on Wednesday I had orientation for my school year. My friend and I got lost looking for our lockers and we had a lot of fun running into friends.

Sorry (again) that I don't have a lot to say. I wish I did, but. *shrugs*

Good afternoon/evening/night/morning/day, World.

Pop

Goes the weasel.

I know, my title and everything is lame, but I spent all day trying to come up with something witty like that. The only other thing was "Polar Bears...They're ice breakers." But I jsut sent my friend a message and the title was that so I didn't use that one.

Anywho, I feel like August is the most popular month to be born in. I hadn't really noticed it before now, but everyone seems to be born in August. I have, like, a full list of people I know born in this glorious month. (My brother, Nick; "adoptive" sister, Abi; my friend, the C.W.; me; and some other people I just happened to forget.)

Happy birthday, Abi and the C.W.! Your b-days happened while I was avoiding blogging.

In that time, I've written, babysat, watched random youtube videos, written and babysat some more. I usually just spent my time writing or reading or watching bad TV. Lame, I know, but hey, it's summer. What else do you expect?

I can't think of anything else ot add here other than I'm going to see the new movie Vampires Suck on Saturday. I hope it's as funny as it looks.

Keep having a good life, World. And good day/night/morning/evening/afternoon/whatever. :)

Happy Birthday, Nick

Yesterday was my brother's tenth birthday. I'd been joking around with him a few days before telling him that he's getting old now that he was in the doulbe digits. But one time, he retalliated.

This is how it went:

"So, you're turnign ten, huh, Nick?" I say.

To which he responds, "Yup."

I laugh and say, "You're getting old now, Buddy, soon you'll be turning forty."

This time, instead of laughing he says, "You've been in the double digits for almost five years, that makes you ancient."

I had no comeback to that and had been stunned. It used to be that women started worrying about their age at thirty, but I guess that too changed with the times and now women should start worrying at fifteen.

Thank you, Nicholas, for you words of cruel wisdom.

You know, I'm still miffed by that. I can't actually begin to wonder what my mom thought when she heard that, she being forty.

Anyways, onto better, less depressing subjects than my loaming age.

Today, my family went to the mall to go shopping and normally I wouldn't put that up in a post. I don't think the world actually cares about what my fashion sense. Or lack thereof. But today was diffrent. Today, I got high heels.

They're very basic and black and they make my feet look killer. (Good.) That's not why I'm happy though. No, I'm happy because they make me taller, so instead of being my normal 5'1" I'm 5'3".

Yup, a whopping two inches can make my day and school year look a ton brighter. I wonder what that says about me and my mind. Then again an accent can entertain me for awhile too.

Two inches taller and a whole lot happier, Goodnight/morning/evening/day/noon/whatever.

I love you, little bro

Okey dokey, just wanted to say "hi" and update this thing.

A few things that have happened in the last few days: I went to see Charlie St. Cloud. It was so sad and I admit, I cried. Multiple times, because that's just what happens when you see the love between siblings. Like my mom said, it's not often were you see a movie based around that type of love. So, I just have to say, "I love you, Nicholas! You're a pretty awesome little brother."

Anyway, moving on. I have been writing in the last few days as well and I thought I'd give you a little except of it. Copywrited to me.(Steal it and I hurt you.)

I haven't come up with a title, and I have no clue which chapter it comes from but here it is:

"I looked down at the dark, lapping waves smacking against the ship. Already, part of the ship was submerged in the ocean. The water was dark and frigid, people already jumping into death.

“Don’t be afraid to do it when the times comes,” My grandmother’s words slammed into my brain. “Just believe and do it. Just fall and everything will be fine.”

I had thought that she meant falling for William, to not be afraid of the emotions I felt towards him, but to just go with the flow. But now that I was here, on the ship watching it slowly sink, I realized that my grandmother had meant jumping into my frozen death. She meant that when it came time to die, I just had to let it happen.

“Don’t be afraid,” I muttered. Looking around at the frantic people and then out to the boat that held my new friends. Just a few days had gone by and I had made friends with totally different people and met the love of my life.

“What?” William asked.

Don’t be afraid. A plan started forming in my mind, one that could possibly save us. I looked out to the closet boat to see it at least fifty meters away. It’s awhile to swim in freezing water, especially after the fall off from the ship. When it would finally submerge under water, it would create a suction that would pull us under along with it. If we jumped now and swam to a safety boat, then maybe we would make it.

Suddenly, I sprang to life. Grabbing William’s arm, I dragged him and Henry down the ship so that we there wouldn’t be so far to jump. “Come on, we have to jump,” I panted.

“No time to be scared, Alice.” I told myself. I was quickly starting to reach the point where I was hyperventilating. It was strange how I was more afraid of jumping off from the ship than actually sinking with it. I snapped, “Don’t think about that. You promised you’d see them again.”

“Alice,” William tugged his arm against my grip, but I wouldn’t let go. “Alice, what are you doing? You’re bringing up closer to the water, we have to get away from it.”

“No, I have an idea.” I turn to them, frantic to get away from the ship. To get to the safety of a boat. “We can jump, like the others are doing. If we get close enough to the water without being dragged down with the cursed ship and we don’t kill ourselves from the jump, then we could make it. We could swim to the nearest boat and they could take us on. We can survive.”

I could feel my wide eyes sparkle with desperation, tears brimmed my eyes as I thought. It could possibly work, if we had enough strength left after the fall to swim.

“Oh, Alice,” William murmured. He reached out and brushed away the tears in my eyes. “Don’t cry, we’ll make it through this together. I promise.”

I paused. My heart freezing over with despair. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”"

End of except and end of post.

Alice then goes on to explain what she meant by the statement in her head. i hope you liked it. Good night/morning/midday/afternoon/evening/whatever, World.

Sleep!!!

I'm so tired. It's only 4:36 pm but I'm wicked tired for some reason.

Anyway, nothing much has been happening in La Casa de Stasi. (It means the house of Stasi for all of thoughs who don't know spanish.) My burn is healing, my house is clean and I've semi caught up in my writing. All of my peeps (friends) are good and Dad hates working in the emergency room, so nothing has changed.

My dad is a first year resident (M.D.) and he is rotating in all of the different specialties in a hospital. He already knows what he's specializing in though. He's going to be that dude who knocks you out before a surgery or gives people pain meds. (It has an offical name but I can't spell it. Opps.)

For summer, it's really boring. But I guess I shouldn't be complaining, it's better than being in school and I get to sleep in.

I'm gunna go now, I'm just babbling on.

Laters, World.

A Face Only A Mother Could Love

As I wrote that title, my mind kept flashing to that one quote in FROSTBITE by Richelle Mead.

"When she caught full sight of my face, her eyes widened in unbashed delight. "Wow. Talk about a face only a mother could love."" (page 87)

But then I think of:

""It's better," she replied primly. "Fortunately, it was only broken by a psychopathic whore and not anyone actually related to me."

I gave ger my best psychopathic smile. "Too bad. Family members hit you by accident. Psychopathic whore ten to come back for more."" (page 88)

Anyway, I'm way off topic. Kinda. Today, my bad luck/klutziness attacked again. And it involved my face.

I was doing my hair this afternoon (I didn't wake up until just before noon) and I somehow managed to burn my forehead with my straightener. Now, there is a big, raw, pink mark in the middle of my forehead. And because fate is evil, my bangs had just gotten a really bad cut and I'm not wearing them down. To add on to this bad luck, my two month with my boyfriend is Sunday.

Oh yeah, I'm pissed. Plus it's raining really loudly so I can say goodbye to sleep.

All in all, today was not a good day. There's more I wish I could say, but it's the internet and I'd rather not have out there.

I wish someone out in the rainy world had a better day then me.

Good Night/Day/Evening/Whater, world!!

Welcome To My Nonexistent Blog

Hello, people of the world. My name is Annastasia.

I have tried to blog before. The key word is tried. It lasted for about five or six posts; after awhile I got bored with it. But, I'm hoping this one will be different.

You see, I'm trying to "create my voice" when I write. I read somewhere that some authors blogged before they got published and that blogging had helped them create their own unique sound. I'm hoping that blogging will help me too.

I've wanted to become an author since I was, like, five. So, to help that happen one day, I'm going to start up blogging. Again.

This year I'm doing Nanowrimo for the first time to help me be less picking with my first drafts and to finally help me actually finish a first draft.

In addtion to the whole "Help Stasi Become A Better Writer" thing, I am going to post my thoughts and opinions up. Like rants, reviews and other things I feel like talking about. But, not tonight, it's one thirty now and I am tired.

Goodnight(Morning/Day/Evening/Whatever), good people of the world!!