Summer Lovin'

There is absolutely no doubt that summer is my favorite time of year.

I mean, how could it not be? 

Late nights, swimming, bonfires, friends, boating, tanning... I mean, seriously. What's not to love. Not to mention NO SCHOOL! It's like a nonstop party every day... and there's no freaking snow! No need to dress up in unflattering parkas and trudge through the thick, knee-high sludge, ruining your new suede boots. I'm pretty sure when I grow up, I am moving straight outta this hellhole called Vermont. It's like I live in the freakin' arctic. I mean, I might as well. There'd probably be more interesting stuff going on up there with the Eskimos. I mean, here, in Vermont... We're in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the sweet smell of cows. WOOHOO.

I guess I can't complain. I mean, VT summer is not as bad as VT winter.  My general advice: don't move to Vermont. VT summer, spring, winter, fall, and everything in between stinks like the cows which make up 50% of the population. 


The good thing about Vermont summer is that there is so little to do, I don't even have an excuse to get outside and get active! I can sit around all day and write, without feeling guilty in the slightest! Speaking of writing, I am going to end this post with an original poem, due to the fact that this is very short and basically just a general rant about how much I hate Vermont. As I said, WOOHOO.


Near to None


Who has darkness in my light
But still is clouded in my night
Who has more than near to none
Who has lost when I have won


Happy as my days may be,
They are not spent honestly
For soon enough, my cries will sound
Washing out the peace I've found

Somehow, there must be a way
For both to win, and both to stay
Together, praising victory
Against the darkest enemy


When will there be light on light
Stealing nonexistent night
Glory, for we each have won
With battle wounds- near to none.




Hope you liked it... <3

CuriosityKills.

Whirlwind Week in Wellfleet

WOW! Talk about a vacation!

So, I have come to the close of my 14th annual trip to my Beach House on Cape Cod. That's one trip for each year of my life... All I can say is that this house is my favorite place in the world- and it's all mine. It was built ages ago by Lorenzo Dow Baker. For those who don't know, he was the Bill Gates of his generation. He was often called the "Banana King" as he owned United Fruit Company. This was a big deal in his time- he was the first to start importing fresh fruit into the US from South America.

Anyway, the Bakers lived here for a while before selling it to another family, who only owned it for three years before selling to my great grandparents. It's a historic part of Wellfleet and is probably the most architecturally unique house I've ever seen. It's been nicknamed the "Elephant House" due to its size and rare beauty. Whenever I visit galleries, I expect to see at least two paintings of it, and we're always astounded by how many people stop on the beach and just look at the house. I can't blame them- it's magnificent. It's recently been renovated a lot, which is a shame as I liked all of the antique wood and furniture. I thought it gave the house character.

Well, I'm gonna miss it... I won't get to come for a whole year! This week was amazing. I went to my psychic yesterday, which was awesome as usual. He's located on Commercial St. in Provincetown, MA, and I would highly recommend him. He's incredible. Apparently, I have some good news coming at me on August 24th... Hmmm.... I got a ton of other information about 2010 and 2011, which is pretty good. I also went shopping a bit while in P-Town.

I spent the rest of the week reading poetry, working on my book, working on my tan, going sailing, going windsurfing, and eating fresh seafood- my favorite things! It was a great week, and I bummed that I'm leaving  tomorrow morning.. But I do miss my friends! And my cat.

Wish me luck on the 8-hour drive home!

xxCuriosity Kills

Boys are Stupid

Boys, boys, boys.

QUESTION OF THE DAY:
Why are boys so stupid?!

I've heard countless people claim that boys "have feelings" and "are misunderstood". I've even heard people say that they "just act the way they do to impress girls". For a while, I nearly believed this nonsense. Now... not so much. You see, I've come to the conclusion that boys "are idiots". And you can quote me on that. Even if they do act like ego-maniac jerks around girls just to impress them, and are really sweet, caring, and emotional, that doesn't seem to solve anything. If guys think that acting like an asshole will impress a girl, they are even stupider than I thought.

The point is that boys are idiots, and that's that. Guys are always messing up- cheating on pretty girls with ugly girls and saying stupid things. I believe Jennifer Love Hewitt had an issue when her boyfriend decided to nickname her "Pear Ass". I mean, do you really think that is flattering? How stupid can you get?!

But maybe I'm being harsh. I guess not all boys are completely stupid. They just suffer a severe mental handicap when it comes to women. The proven, non-debatable fact is: boys are stupid when it comes to girls.

I could probably go on for ages about how guys are assholes, but in the end you have to say.. gotta love 'em. No matter how stupid they are.

I still have no sympathy if you nickname your girlfriend "Pear Ass". That's stupid in general.

Curiosity. It kills.

Here I Am

So, here I am in Cape Cod. Smelling the sweet smell of salt in the air, feeling the sand beneath my toes. It's wonderful. It's a bit chilly today, for July. But it'll warm up. Lots of things are planned for this week- a day trip to Provincetown, and I'm learning to windsurf! I'm pretty excited- I love vacation! It's a chance to sit around and write, woohoo! The unfortunate thing about this trip was the drive up... 9 hours! Usually it only takes 5 hours or so, but we ran into some major traffic coming out of Boston.

 To occupy myself, I watched that new Meryl Streep movie- "It's Complicated". I'll give you a mini-review. It was HILARIOUS. If you haven't seen it, see it. ASAP. Additionally, I listened to Eminem's "I Love the Way You Lie" and general Lady Gaga awesomeness on repeat the whole way.

The best thing about Cape Cod is the food... fresh seafood every single day. And, hey, my mom is an awesome cook. I'm talking summer rolls, stuffed clams, oysters on the halfshell, mussels, clam chowder, and lobster dinner.

JEALOUS YET?

Ha ha, won't be doing any major posting as I'm waaay busy down here. Just mini-updates like this one. So, remember...
curiosity kills.

Haiku's on the Beach

Well, I'm officially on... VACATION! I'm leaving for Cape Cod at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning, and I'm set to arrive in the late afternoon. I have a house down there, and I'm going with a few relatives. One such relative, my aunt, brought an anthology of haiku's to dinner tonight... We all took turns finding random haiku's and reading them aloud- some were quite entertaining. I believe one went something like this:

Alone at last
I wonder where
Everyone went

You might notice that this doesn't follow the "traditional" haiku format.. few of them do. Apparently, the original haiku form in Japan had nothing to do with syllables- it was based on the number of Japanese characters. This cannot be directly translated into English since the languages are so vastly different. Therefore, the 5-7-5 format was adopted. However, the true essence of a haiku is capturing a moment in as few words as possible. Due to this, many modern haiku's don't follow much of a form at all.

So, then, since we were having such a great time with our haiku's (there's one about a prostitute for 25 cents, but I forget how that one went...), we came up with a genius idea.... To document random moments of our vacation through haiku's, and then create a collective book at the end.. Just tonight, we created a few great ones...

This one, I made, and its pretty self-explanatory...

I'm wondering
Why there are Doritos
In the freezer

I made the following two as well, and they are about this family card game we always play... Pig. It's similar to Spoons, and it involves passing the cards around the table until you get four of a kind. Then, you put your finger to your nose and everyone else follows suit. The last one to touch their nose receives a "P", and then an "I" and "G". When they have the full "PIG", they become pigs. If you talk to a pig, you become a pig, so you have to try your hardest to ignore them. There are all kinds of tricks to get people to talk to you. Another thing is that you can't touch your nose on accident or you receive a letter, because it messes up the game. Unfortunately, it seems that your nose always has a tendency to itch at the wrong moment...

Pig: an excuse
To ignore
Your child

Playing Pig
Nose itches...
Oh, dear!

Anyway, it was a pretty fun night. So, the next time I post I will be relaxing on the beach!! Can't wait!

So long-
And remember...
Curiosity Kills

A Wonderful View!

So, I had a doctor's appointment at 9:45 this morning, and I have a dentist appointment at 2:45. (I'm getting a crown put on, ack!) Rather than going home, I decided to grab a bite to eat downtown and walk around for a bit to kill the time. I'm pretty much broke, so I decided against shopping. I grabbed my laptop and have taken advantage of the free Wi-Fi at Starbucks... From where I'm sitting right now, I have quite a view... It's not a beautiful sunset or a grand palace, but its really something. There's this strange reggae music playing, which my 'SoundHound' app can't identify...

Anyway, this is really an odd bunch of people in here... that's the view I am referring to. Sitting at the table to my right is a man of about 25, wearing the shortest shorts I've ever seen on a man. They're salmon colored, and they look like something my little sister might wear... she's 10. He's hairy. Really hairy. He looks like Spencer Pratt during his hairy phase, only about 100 times worse. He looks like a freaking caveman. Or a homeless person. Or a homeless caveman. A caveman who is so uncivilized he can't even get his hands on a cave! I can just imagine old ladies passing by, whispering to each other, "Tisk, tisk... What a ragamuffin." He's drinking a strawberry smoothie and reading a comic book. What a character.

Now, this is a really pointless, weird blog post... but hell, I'm bored out of my mind!

Sitting at the table in front of me are three obese ladies... they look young, probably in their twenties... They're sporting that punk rock look, with acid-wash skinny jeans and studded belts. There's a common saying which seems appropriate here. "They're called skinny jeans, not make-you-skinny jeans." Well, I'm pretty sure these women will be removed from Starbucks before long. They're swearing loudly and talking about subjects which, to be honest, make me wish I was deaf. I'm not going to go into it. To make matters worse, they have really bad body odor. It's making me not even want my frappe- and thats saying something.  

The worst of all, even worse than the two cowgirls sitting in the corner, are the two normal looking women sitting to my right. I am four feet away from them, and I can hear every word they are saying... And in this case, that's a hell of a lot of words. They are basically telling each other their entire life stories. Melanie is upset because she has discovered that her ex-husband is getting remarried in August... and he didn't even tell her! GASP! Her friend, Becky, is not being sympathetic... she is too busy talking about her own wedding plans. She's getting re-married in Dec-

-okay, I have to cut in and say that a fat 10-year-old just walked in dressed like a gangster-

-ember, and she's already planned everything out! She is having an ice sculpture and everything. NO WAY! However, she is a little nervous about what her two children will think... she hasn't told them yet! GASP!

I swear, I know enough about these two women that I could write a biography on them. They have pretty much told this entire coffee shop about their problems. I'm about ready to sock 'em both in the face.

Okay, well, I'm going to stop entertaining myself by creeping on Starbuck's customers and go grab some lunch.

Remember, curiosity kills!

Okay...I had to say this. I just heard someone behind me freak out, saying, "OMG! YOU PLAY ZOMBIE FARM! IM LEVEL 80!" and then start an intense conversation about it... Hahahaha. That just made my life.

A Series of Random Events...

So, I haven't posted anything in DAYS. I have an explanation. We've had a record-setting heat wave over the last week... The heat index was 100-104! Due to this, I pretty much spent all week in or around my pool... not a good location for a laptop. Anyway, here I am.

Let's see... This week has been a whirlwind of writing, barbeques, friends, swimming, and reading Harry Potter. Oh, and I got a tan! This is very, very, very exciting considering I am probably about the palest person on the planet and I NEVER tan. But I made an wise investment on some apple-scented Carribean tanning lotion, and boy did it pay off! I'm a bronzed goddess!

In other news and events, someone called me a goatlike, pale-skinned prostitute. ... Strangest insult ever. I didn't even have a comeback for that.

Well, this post is a load of rubbish. (Hahaha, I said rubbish.) I'm going to shutttup now and go do something inspiring. Cure cancer, end world hunger... It's all on the agenda. I'm like fricken Ghandi.

I will leave you with a poem I wrote this week... Metaphorically speaking. (Haha)

To a Blank Piece of Paper

here is a child
waiting to be born
here is a match
which hasn't been lit
here is an abstract cloud
longing to be labeled
bunny, fish, dinosaur
here is an undisturbed pond
yearning for ripples to crease
its glossy surface
here is a treasure chest
waiting to be found
here is a letter
waiting to be signed
here is an empty room
here is a song
with no melody
here is a door
waiting to be unlocked
here is a dream
waiting to come true

(Now do you get the metaphor joke? Hahaha..)

Alright, I'm done now. So long!

& remember, curiosity kills.

Marry Me, Nonexistent Readers

So, we all have those "Aww!" moments when we witness something extra romantic. Whether it be on TV, in a book, or in real life, I'm sure most of you have experienced it. It's that warm, fuzzy feeling you get when you watch the resolution of a romantic movie... when the guy shows up at the girl's front door and proclaims his love for her, all of it leading up to a passionate kiss. These are the moments women live for. They're always watching, happy yet envious, as others get swept off their feet. Watching romance unfold gives me an eerie happy feeling. I'm always fully engaged, counting the seconds until he utters the words I want to hear: "I love you." I'm not jealous... I mean, I wish it were happening to me instead of this girl who doesn't even exist! But, I'm strangely not envious. I'm only happy. Happy to have witnessed something so precious and surreal.

So, sure, romantic movies are cliche... You don't have to argue with me to prove that point. But, even if I can guess where the story is going, I still enjoy watching them every weekend with a bucketful of sorbet. (Yes, sorbet... You will probably think this is a crime, but I'm not really an ice-cream and chocolate kind of girl...) It's kind of like a drug that I'm highly addicted to. Can't stop watching, and I can't stop "Aww!"-ing.

Anyway, this seems like a post worthy of Valentine's Day, or some other occasion such as. On July 6th, it seems a bit random. It was all sparked by this wonderful (still cliche) episode of HawthoRNe. It's not a super popular show, but my family is mainly in the medical profession so we're all hospital drama junkies. (In other words, I breathe Grey's Anatomy and eat House. And sometimes, when I'm in a really good mood, I sleep with ER. Shh.) So, basically, the premise of this episode was this huge car accident which left two main surgeons, Tom and Paul, critically injured. Paul ends up dying, and then in a sickeningly (In a good way!) romantic gesture, Tom realizes that he's desperately in love with the head nurse, Christina. He goes to her house, and their long-awaited, long-anticipated first kiss is born. The last line spoken before the screen fades to black is, "Marry me." It was definately an "Aww!"-worthy moment.

For future reference, I'm not one of those annoying girls who sits on the couch all day with fudge and a box of kleenex, pining away at the romantic lives of others and yearning for such a love to call my own. No. That's definately not me. Even after a bad break up, I don't pine and I definately don't sit on my ass and pig out on chocolate. Hot bath? Sure. Stuff my face? No. If you're one of those annoying girls, you should learn the concept of going with the flow. It sounds very zen and yoga-esque, but it is applicable to all aspects of life. When life throws you a hurdle, don't stop in your tracks. Accept the challenge and jump it, for crying out loud! If it's utterly neccessary to watch a cheesy, unrealistic movie after a break up, at least don't watch while thinking, "Oh, I wish I were her. Why can't that be me? What's wrong with me?" Instead, think, "Oh, I can't wait to find a man who'll treat me like the guy in this movie... Good thing I dumped Charlie." So, there, I went off on a complete tangit about being dumped... Oh, well. It all ties in somehow.

So, I'll leave you with a few words of inspiration and guidance:

Curiosity Kills.

Happy Birthday America!

So, I love the Fourth of July... Independence Day. All over America, people are coming together in celebration. Even though our economy has failed and fast food chains are taking over, almost all Americans still hang up their stars and stripes together once a year.

I'm not saying I'm proud to be an American at the moment... I mean, I am only 14 years old, but I do have some strong opinions about my country. For one, the whole government is, to put it lightly, wacked. Most Americans can't speak English correctly, and I'm not talking about immigrants. I'm talking about born and raised Americans who've been speaking English their entire lives! Additionally, America is full of obese people who never get off the couch. Now, don't get me wrong, I have no problem with curvy/overweight people... It's just when people waste their lives away watching marathons of Dr. Phil and eating McDonalds that I get annoyed... I mean, people all over the world are working hard, day in and day out, without the opportunities that most Americans are given. Yet Americans don't even appreciate the easy lives they have. Instead, they waste them away with Big Macs and French Fries.

There are many other reasons why I'm not America's biggest fan right now... The school system, the war, car companies, the oil spill... I could go on for days. Here in the U.S., and in other parts of the world, society has been drawn apart by technology. We have all become separate people with separate lives instead of the tight-knit communities we once were. Cell phones and internet seem like progress, but what have they done to society today? I, for one, barely know my neighbors at all... I don't think I could name one of them. And I know I'm not the only one... Our country has fallen apart. We're sick beyond cure. We're ailing with something more dangerous, more devestating and more fatal than any cancer. America is beyond repair. Everyone knows this is true, but no one wants to admit it. Well, I have. I have said it.

The next generation of Americans seems worse than the current. My younger sister, age ten, spends countless hours each day watching TV. She doesn't play sports or read... Instead of reciting song lyrics or poetry, she recites lines she has memorized from episodes of Spongebob and iCarly. This is a classic example of why I have no hope left for America's future. A year ago, my thoughts would have been different. I would have said that we can all work together and make a change, if we only come together as one... If we stop dividing ourselves between races, genders, and ages and begin classifying ourselves as only "Americans", then we can get our country back on its feet. But this seems impossible today. The amount of hatred in this world is unbelievable. People hate their sisters, neighbors, brothers, and leaders. People hate others based on race, sexual orientation, and disabilities. There is no going back. There is no cure for hatred of this degree. Hatred so powerful that a child could kill their mother, or a husband could kill his wife. Or, worst of all, a parent could kill their son or daughter. Yet, it has happened, in this very country we call home. America, as we once knew it, has fallen.

So, on the Fourth of July, we are reminded of how strong this country once was. We are taken back to July 4th, 1776, and all of the problems of the 21st century begin to fade. We become one nation. We go to the parade, have barbeques, and watch the fireworks together. It saddens me, knowing that in a day's time we will be back to the America of today. But in these final hours, I can say that I am proud to be an American. Because, no matter what problems our country is facing, no matter what imminent downfall is heading our way, we are still celebrating like we were in 1776.

Happy Birthday, America.

And remember, curiosity kills.

Introducing.... Me!

Alright, so, this is my first blog entry...ever. I've never had a blog before! I'm going to try my hardest to make this very interesting and clever, but its probably going to be a bunch of utter nonsense and ramblings, knowing me... Still, I'm going to try, and maybe I'll get a few viewers here and there... just maybe.

So, the basics... I'm going into my freshman year of high school (scary!), and I live in a super small town in a state which no one has heard of... Vermont. My life basically consists of writing, writing, and more writing. What can I say? I love to write! You'll probably get some scattered poems here and there- it's kind of my thing. Aside from that, I enjoy long walks on the beach, dancing in the rain, chocolate and roses... yada, yada.

I guess this blog doesn't really have a theme... so far, at least. Maybe one will emerge as I get into it. For now, it'll be a collection of random thoughts, ideas, and questions... trust me, I have a lot of questions. Maybe, as time passes, my nonexistent readers will get to know more about me than I know about myself.

So, welcome. Welcome to my life.

& remember, curiosity kills.