19 Days and Counting

Christmas is approaching rather quickly. I might as well say it. 19 days isn't very much time to buy hundreds of presents, set up a tree, hang stockings, bake, do homework, cook, clean house, and get yourself in the spirit.
Admittedly, it helps when you have someone to warm up your hands for you.
I love Christmas. It's by far my favorite holiday. I like the lights, and I like the feel in the air. I like the skin-deep chill of the trip between the car and house. I like the blazing fire, and I like recesses where I'm just about frozen, but incredibly happy. Because, I mean, how can you not be?
I love school around Christmas time. Slowly, they wean us off homework. Today, we have an exam until lunchtime, and then Santa's Workshop at some point today. Tomorrow, I don't think anything special is happening, but with Christmas as close as it is, every day is special. Thursday and Friday, though, are the days Christmas really starts to hit. Field Trips both days: one to a play, and one to the FIA.
Next week, I kind of doubt we get anything done. Or, I hope. We have a concert, and Primary has a Christmas production. Thursday we're at Rollhaven, my last year. It's the best field trip I've heard of anyone taking. Better than DC, or Camp. It's a big family reunion, with every grade, and nobody caring if you're holding hands. That's because you're skating, but still. The only thing that comes close is the Carnival at the end of the year.
And this is Christmas in its prime. The most wonderful time of the year. The world thrives off of this intense bliss.
So, yes. I love Christmas.
"Chritsmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas." ~ Calvin Coolidge

Have a Crazy Christmas:)
Let it Glee.

The Heroes Project

I'm doing a little project for the people I love.
It's called The Heroes Project. Allow me to explain.
About 2 weeks ago, we started a writing project in school caled the America and Me essay contest. I wrote about my mom as my hero, because she simply is. While thinking of nominees, however, I came up with everyone. Nearly every person in my class has been a hero to me in some way. And all of them deserve to know it.
It started on facebook, as every day does for me. I started at A. The first person who was a hero to me was Aubree, my darling cousin. So I wrote her an essay on why she is my personal hero. From there, I went to the C's. Casey, Chad, Colton. Today, I'll be writing my lovely guru, Courtney, one. I love this project. When I finish the essay, I send it to them, simply to shower them in the love the world so desperately needs and craves.
So that's the Hero Project.
I'm working on a Native American project for Social Studies with Courtney and Zach. We're going to get an A. I hope. We've worked extremely hard on it.
That's been my life lately. I'm going to the last Powers game this Friday, and my uncle is coming into town. I have a basketball game tonight, with my wonderful team. Wish us luck!
Have a wicked Wednesday(:
Let it Glee.

One Homicide too Many

This year, we have come dangerously close to having the largest number of murders in the history of Flint, ever. At a staggering number of 53 in 2010, we're still quite dangerous.
It amazes me, though, how unafraid the people in my city are. People walk to school every day. They will walk blocks, without a thought of what's going to happen to them.
Normally, people outside of Flint exaggerate us. They say it's dangerous- and yes, it is. But Michigan? We're not that dangerous.
I understand completely that 53 homicides is 53 too many. And I'm sorry, to all the families who've lost someone this year. I understand. I've lost more people than I can remember to cancer. Maybe cancer isn't a cold-blooded murderer, but it hurts the same.
I'm proud of our city. I am, even now. We understand that some among us are... volatile, and yet there are so many good people here. I hate our bad reputation. It's a stereotype, a judgement call. It's different when you live here.
My life is good today. I'm wearing my friend's hot pink wristband for Breast Cancer Awareness, as are many other people in our school. This week is actually quite eventful. Or, at least, the weekend is.
Friday, there's a Powers Game I'm going to. In fact, I believe it's the last one. Then, Saturday morning, I have a basketball game, which is always fairly enjoyable. Saturday evening, I have a dance, which I'm on the committee for. And then Sunday, I'm going to support my school's football team at their last game.
Yeah, that's right. It's all happening in the worst city in America.
Note the sarcasm.
Have a miraculous Monday. (shoutout to Charlie Brown! xD)
Let it Glee.

8th Grade

8th Grade is different. I might as well say it.
I miss Josh, who transferred for some stupid reason. And Zoe, who transferred for another stupid reason. I miss everyone who left, truthfully. My class last year blew me out of the water with their amazingness. And yes, that is a word.
This year is different. Not worse, but different.
I feel more loved, and more responsible and free. I'm an 8th grader. It comes naturally.
My teachers are the same, except for one.
My Algebra and homeroom teacher is new. She's really awesome, honestly, and brings us homeade bread and jam on test days. I love that. Best bread I've ever eaten, truthfully. Kilo, my 7th grade soul brother who for some reason is not my brother by blood, is still in my math class. He's much too smart, in my opinion. It's alright, though. He's the coolest genius I've ever met.
My Social Studies teacher I've had for 4 years now. Could it really be that long? I love him. He's awesome, too.
In Religion, half my class is taking Confirmation this year. Not me, which is alright. I'm not Catholic. I'm still cool. I promise.
My Computers teacher is one of the best book recommenders in the world. I take everything she suggests extremely seriously.
My Band &Choir Teacher is still incredibly understanding. Her son was born, and he's adorable. She's a really great band teacher.

Speaking of babies, if I didn't mention before, the twins were born. I've never seen anything more beautiful and perfect. I love their guts. They amaze me every time I look at them. Andrew and Janine. How wonderful(=
My life is good. I love the people in my class. I love my friends in 7th grade. I love my teachers. I love my family, even though two of my dearest cousins just went out of state to college. They're still two of the most fantastic people I've ever had the fortune to meet.
Today was a good day. It made me happy.
I have to go now, but I might as well do some shoutouts to my class.
Kt? I love you, girl. You are freaking gorgeous and amaze me every day.
Liv. You're awesome. I can't even stand how cool you are. Love you to death, and beyond.
Guru, you're awesome. I'm listening to your playlist as I type. You're too amazing.
Zach:: haha you know I think you're a beast. you're my broski. Admit it, you're awesome.
Jacqui-qui, you're just a wonderful person. i love you more than you can fathom. Just remember that.
Tony and TJ and Ryan: Thanks for making my days full of laughter. Couldn't do it without you.
That's all for today. I'll do more shoutouts next time, for my left out classmates.
Geez. You guys blow my mind.
Let it Glee.

Deepest Apologies and Everything New

Oh my goodness. I'm SO sorry. You guys... I never meant to go this long without blogging, I swear. There's been a lot going this summer, but I'll be sure to tell you everything I remember right now.
Witherbee's Market opened up. Go there. It's new, right in downtown Flint, and adorable. I love it, and it seriously beats any other grocery store vie ever been to.
Seriously. It's legit.
I went, for a change of pace, to Toronto, Canada. Well, kind of. My dad's FANTASTIC company paid for our room. But I love Canada. It was fabulous, and fantastic, and beautiful. I saw the Harry Potter exhibit three, which was inspiring and NEARLY brought me to tears. If you didn't know, I love Harry Potter. It was just perfect.
Everything was in Toronto. We stayed in the Park-Hyatt, with Jan3elle, and had all sorts of fun. I burned through about 100 dollars, which were made at my new job.
I work for my glowing Aunt, and I am a very lucky and happy employee. I learn something new every day. I've painted spindles on staircases, made Middle Eastern dolma. I've gotten to work with my cousins, and meet many admirable helpers.
Plus, my aunt isn't just glowing-- she's glowing with pregnancy! Twins are on the way, which I'm overly enthusiastic about. A boy and a girl. I put together their baby furniture. Their mama said I can go to the hospital when they'll be born, which is a first for me.
I've bought a dozen books on half.com, and am waiting for ten in the mail. I've read a lot in the past week.
I'm deeply sorry, once again, for the long break in my posts. This week, I'm at chef camp, and today was fried foods day. We made corn dogs, and elephant ears. I love Bases Camp, the facility. It's great there.
I love you all.
Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry.
Have a wacky Wednesday.
Let it Glee.

Flying Closer

The end of the year is precisely a week away. One week from today is my last day of school. I find this quite incredible. The year has flown by.
I've made a billion new friends this year. And that's only a slight exaggeration.
You learn a lot in one year. That much I've realized, possibly more than anything else. I learned a ton about myself as a person, as well as the people I go to school with.
I have skill. Not to brag, but it's my confidence pretty much overflowing. In learning all this stuff about my "skill", I got a boatload of confidence. Thanks. This blog has been a huge part of it.
I'm gonna take a few minutes to thank the people who taught me stuff this year, because this might be my last post until Summer.
I want to publicly thank my mom & dad. Not only for setting this whole blog up for me, but for everything they do for me, every single day. It takes a lot of work to raise a little brat like me. Just kidding, I'm not that awful most the time, but thank you anyway.
I want to thank my extended family as well, particularly my sister, Jan3elle, and my amazing cousins, Aubree and Megan. The three of them have inspired me and pushed me to do the right thing in so many situations throughout the year, and I know, that no matter what, they always support me.
I'd like to thank some of my inspirations:
Alysia: for teaching me to be strong, and helping me to let my hair down and have fun.
Elena: for listening to my worries and complaints, and helping me through them, even when they seem to be all I have.
Katie: for teaching me about people, and the value of having good friends.
Zach: for making me laugh when I'm about to cry, and pretty much always being there for me.
Courtney: for being a real guru, and exchanging ideas and writing and laughs with me.
Olivia: for listening. For helping. For understanding. For every single thing you do for me, and relating when it seems impossible that anyone else does.
Keegan: for challenging me not only in school, but in everything you do. For showing me that it's actually quite awesome when you're smart.
I need to wrap this up, but there are still more I need to thank. So I'll have to combine some people. But you guys are just as important.
Monica, for being here, even when she's across the country. Jacob, for just being so funny, and so protective of me. Joe, for talking to me every day, even though I really do get obnoxious after a while. Josh,  for being realistic and telling me when I really suck. Jacquie & Savannah, for showing me that friendships don't go away.
That's still not all. So many people have changed me for the better this year. It's been vital to me being who I am.
Others, I love you. You all know who you are. Even if I've never met you, and you're reading this, thank you. You're amazing.
Have a freaking fantastic Friday.
Jazz on Wheels today. Wish us luck.
Let it Glee.

Music on the Horizon

I have gone to a total of one class today. That was Math. It's been the best day I've had in a long time for various, the biggest being a lack of stress.
Where have I been, then?
Across the street, at Church. Setting up for our school's Spring Concert. Because, I, my dears, am a Section Leader. There's a dress rehearsal wiping out the afternoon, promising no homework and a legit concert. Guaranteed.
I believe this is my last Computer class of the school year. The end is coming fast.
Tomorrow, there's a Flag Ceremony, at which my band will play. Then Friday, my Jazz Band (which I love so much) will be performing with Jazz on Wheels in front of my school. I'm excited. It's going to be a packed 3 days. Packed, mostly, with music.
Even more on music, my mom got me new sheet music for piano the other day. I can sort of play Bad Romance, Imagine (by John Lennon), Bad, Beat It, Billie Jean, Love Story, I Got a Feeling, and a lot more. I'm extremely grateful to my mom for the new music. I love the piano.
In fact, I just graduated from my piano class. My gorgeous cousin, Aubree, was teaching me. Hopefully I'll be teaching in the Fall.
Let the music take over.
Have a ridonkulous (if that's how you spell it) Wednesday.
Love you.
Let it Glee.

To Fight the Fire

Yesterday, I spent about an hour with the President of Flint Firefighters (or I believe that's his title), Raul Garcia. We visited the firehouse in Flint, where, in the backyard, people were being tested to become firefighters.
After all, with all the fires going on, we need help fighting them.
The tests were strenuous and looked incredibly physically draining. In on I watched, a guy had to throw five 15-lb-soaked-sponge-things into the back of the fire engine. After that, he had to lift about 25 (or so) pounds over his shoulder and walk on the edges of what looked like a laying-down ladder.
In a different test, a guy had to put on his air tank & equipment, and then grab another one of those 25-poundish things over his shoulders and run up and down 3 flights of stairs, then pull a rope through a pulley up a certain height.
Point is: It was incredible to watch. And it gave me a real appreciation for how hard our everyday heroes work. A bunch of athletically inclined people (unlike myself) will be helping protect me. I thought that was awesome.
To fight the flame, we need them.
At recess today, we were called inside because there seemed to be a fight across the street. A case of domestic violence, I believe. A lady and a little girl (and their dog) were running down the sidewalk. It was a little frightening to listen to, though one of my best friends told me stuff like that happens in his neighborhood every day. I thought that was pretty sad.
People in cases like that are experiencing a different sort of fire. This kind of fire swallows you up from the inside out, hurting sometimes even more than a physical burn. And just like in a physical fire, people are needed to put it out.
People need people. It's a fact of life. In Flint right now, I guess I'll have to admit there's quite a bit of fire. I don't really like admitting that, it kind of feels like giving in. But it's important to understand that people need help. Fires do too much damage when they just burn out by themselves.
On a somewhat lighter note, graduation is approaching for Seniors & 8th graders everywhere. I know tomorrow is the farewell Mass for the 8th grade at my school. It's going to be interesting to see what I'll be like as an 8th grader. There's a lot of pressure, you know. To be good. Since we're "setting an example for the school" and everything. Those weren't hateful quotes, by the way. Just pressurized ones.
It'll be fine. It almost always is.
Time sure does go by quickly.  Days pass.. Oh, what can you do?
That's just it. Absolutely nothing.
Have an excellent Thursday, loves.
Let it Glee.

Brain Block

While sitting in the computer lab next to Zach today, I wondered aloud what to talk about. Zach gave me many wonderful ideas. "Write about Leaderdogs!" He insisted. I started a post, got three sentences in, and deleted the whole thing. I attempted writing about graduation, Summer's arrival, and everything that's happening. He suggested writing about our Spring Concert, or something different. I pondered the fires once again, and Haiti even crossed my mind.
I couldn't write about any of these things. I have a brain block, or more commonly known as Writer's block. I hate it. Brain blocks are no use to anyone, especially someone like me who feels a need to keep her readers informed. lllkmglmfdklmgla;mrtglkjes;aujy;ilerjagijqerionjfgpowearjgtjeraioghioerjaog
That's what happens when I'm bored.
I realize this is a rather useless post, and so I'll flit around a bit.
I went to go see Iron Man 2, which was remarkable. Robert Downey Jr. is a gift from Heaven, I'll tell you that much. I went with Colton & Joseph W., and ate about half of Joseph's popcorn. The movie was that good. I eat when I'm enjoying stuff. Then there was that one beastly girl, who killed all those guys. If you know who I mean. Everyone said she was awesome, but I disagree. I'm just jealous, though, she was, in fact, awesome. Well her acting sucked. But I liked how she did things. She was very put together.
Today, my brother (who pitches!) has a double-header at some city that starts with a "C" that I've never heard of before. Four hours of baseball? Yes, please. Some people (like my mama) get exasperated watching 5th and 6th grade boys play baseball for that long, but I truly don't mind. It's rather fun. I'm bringing my iPod and speakers today, so we'll have music to watch to. T'will be a party. And we'll have pizza in between the games.
I kinda love my life. And my friends. And my iPod. And.. Well, some baseball is entertaining.
Have a Random Tuesday.
Let it Glee.

The Fires of Spring

I am so sorry. It's been ages, I'm fully aware. Hoping you guys had a fabulous Easter, I certainly did. A lot's been happening lately.
We got an overall 2 at State Festival, though a mean, misguided judge gave us a 3. Jerk.
My phone is gone, termporarily. The thing is, I'm not exactly sure I want it back at the moment. I don't know why, but I feel a lot more peaceful without a phone. I still love it and all (her name's Lola), and I will get it back eventually, but I'm going to wait. At least for a little while..
Flint caught fire. Literally.
Well, tecnically it wasn't the whole city. But it might as well be.
Has anyone besides me driven down Jane Aveune lately? Picture a battlefield. The amount of houses burned to the ground- nothing but the chimney standing- is devastating. If the person burning houses is reading this, I'm begging you. Please. Please please please. Just stop.
At first, I thought it was the firemen in a form of protest. But then I thought about it for a little while. That wouldn't make sense.
Flint's low on firepeople right now. About half of them (or so it seems) are laid off. Every night there are more fires. It's as though the whole city is getting burned to the ground.
My neighborhood, fortunately, hasn't been touched. But it still kills me to see all the ash. Normally, Summer brings the most fires. Welcome to the fires of Spring.
A few days ago, I went on a field trip with my class to Leaderdogs in Rochester Hills. I want a Leaderdog puppy right now. One to raise. I could do it. I would be pretty good at it, possibly. I'm dying to get one. My mom would oblige, too, I believe. At least, she would from what she said. My brother is more than wanting to. If we convince my dad, the chances are good. If we apply, it'll happen.
We need to put out the fires of Flint. Extinguish the flame of anger and resentment of the people who terrorized Jane Avenue.
I love you guys.
Have a Merry Monday.
Let it Glee.

Resurrecting Flint

This week, we'll be celebrating Easter at my house. To many people, Easter means chocolate. It means getting a week off of school, and getting some fancy clothes.
And yes, I do dress up on Easter. And I do get candy. And a week off school. But most importantly, I get to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ with the people I respect more than any others: my family.
In the eyes of so many people, Flint is in the ground. They say it's hopeless, we'll never return to the state it was when it was at the top.
Funny, people said the same things about Jesus.
I'm not comparing Flint to Jesus. Heck, nobody in Flint is as perfect as Jesus was.
But people were wrong when they said Jesus would never rise again.
And they are wrong now.
Flint, one day, will be beautiful again. It's beautiful to me now. It's a beautiful mess. There's crime and sadness and broken hearts. But that's not all there is. And Flint will rise again.
May your Easter and Spring Break be filled with endless excitement and happiness.
I love you all... Every single one of you.
Have a Merry Monday.
Let it Glee.

Just one Wish

I'm making 1000 cranes.
In Reading class, we read the story of Sadako, the 9-year-old girl with leukemia. It's a tragic tale, and I'll give you a summary. It was based off of a true story.
When America dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, diseases infiltrated the country and people. The sicknesses showed up months and even years later. Sadako's dream was to run. When she ran, she flew. But after several dizzy spells, she was diagnosed with leukemia.
Sadako died. But not after attempting to gain a wish from the gods by making 1000 cranes.
The legend goes as follows: a crane lives for 1000 years. If a sick person makes 1000 cranes, then the gods will grant her wish and make her well.
I'm not sick. Not today. I mean, there are allergies and crap with spring approaching quickly, but I still want to see if it works. Plus, I want a wish.
So far, I'm made 72 cranes. Only 928 left to go. I'm keeping a positive attitude, seeing as I'll be done in about 3-4 months. It's not too hard anymore, just folding paper. I've become an expert of sorts, and have made them out of old calendars, magazines, M&M wrappers, etc. Even tissue paper with glitter on it, quite randomly.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to wish for yet. Maybe just more wishes. But if that didn't work, and the "gods" didn't fall for that trick, making 1000 cranes would just be a giant waste of time.
I have so many things I could wish for.
I could wish for M to come back, by some miracle.
I could wish for some important thing would happen in my life.
I could wish for a bestseller - one that I wrote.
Or maybe, just maybe, I could spend my wish on something my followers have inspired me to do, and make a wish for Flint.
I just get one wish, after all. For Flint, I'd wish for education, and for happier and more wealthy people. I'd wish for more jobs and everyone to earn an honest living.
I'd wish for the happiness of the people.
I know that sounds cliched, but still.
Love you guys.
Let it Glee.

Time's Flight

Whew. It's been a while, hasn't it? There's so much to catch up on...
I've been meaning to write this for quite a few days now, to apologize to my readers and hopefully explain the craziness.
The biggest Flint event that's been going on (in my world) was Science Fair. May I just say, I really don't like Science Fair? Seriously, that's been my main interference with writing to you guys. There have been papers due, and a backboard to build, and other things I'm fortunate enough to never have to worry about again.
I'm being completely religious when I say, "Thank God." Seriously, praise Jesus. I'm so relieved right now. But ANYWAY, I took my stuff to Kettering on Friday to set up, so judges could look over my whole project. (My project, by the way, was on whether or not a more expensive camera would take better pictures than a less expensive camera. It doesn't). But after 2 months of stress and seemingly mention, I didn't win the Flint Science Fair. Whatever. Moving on..
We got all 1's at District Band Festival. We performed at Carman Ainsworth and played 3 pieces: Lexington March, Black Forest Overture, and Ancient Moon. We did pretty well, though we were far from perfect. The judges thought so, at least.
Either way, a 1 is a 1. Our school band is going to State Festival, which is pretty cool, but leaves us very little rehearsal time. In fact, 15 rehearsals from today. With Spring Break in the middle of them. And we all know how hard it is to come back and stay the same strength as before. Many times, it's like a step backwards.
Last weekend I went to "Awaken" in Highland, MI. It was crazy, in a good way. I definitely learned loads. It taught about being a better Christian and person. There was a lot that was good and sound about it, but there was some I disagreed with. As always. I mean, it is me we're talking about.
Saturday, I'm taking the SAT, which I'm extremely nervous about. With any luck, I'll be driving down to Ann Arbor (where I'm taking it) the night before with my beautiful mother to get some sleep. Then, after, we'll go shopping. <3 I love shopping there.
Believe it or not, I'm out of time. Again. I have a Science Current event to work on, some pizza kits to sell for my band program, a headache to rid myself of, and 1000 paper cranes to make. (It's Japanese legend that if you make 1000 paper cranes, you get a wish granted). I really want that wish.
Plus, I need to get on Facebook. This is truly important, I promise. My Farmville needs me.
I love you with all my heart.
M, if you're reading this, I miss you. My phone's off today, but hopefully you'll text tomorrow or something? It's been way too long. I hope you're having an awesome time in Texas, m'dear.
Have a ticklish Tuesday.
Let it Glee.

Snake vs. Cake

While looking for something to write about, I got many ideas from Josh. The title he suggested was, "Snake vs. Cake", and I should write about which I like better. While I try and decide, I'll tell you about this awesome thing that happened today.
Science Alive came to my school today. They brought: a chinchilla, 9-banded armadillo, American alligator, Springhaas, and best of all, a Burmese python.
Fun fact: I love snakes. I love the way they move, and smell with their tongues, and kill their prey. I love how they feel, all silky-ish with their scales. Snakes are, by far, the coolest animals. They're extremely.. I can't even think of a good enough adjective for them. The snakes they brought will grow up to 400 lbs. They may one day eat deer. A snake. Are you KIDDING ME? To me, that was extreme.
I guess I should also talk about cake, hence the title. I wonder if a snake would eat a cake. I wonder if they could swallow a 9-tier-glory. Probably, if it was big enough. The snake, not the cake.
I want some cake.
I also want more snakes in Flint. I don't think I've ever seen a snake in the wild in Flint. Yes, Josh, I know. "You haven't?" Shut up, I haven't.
I have to finish this up, English class is almost over.
But no lie, I really do want some cake. I'm starved.
Have a freaking great Friday.
Let it Glee.

Praying for Bethany

Cancer has had a huge influence on many lives, mine not the least of all. Two of my grandparents have died from cancer, and people around me have had it. My favorite babysitter in the world has, as well as a little girl I know named Bethany.
Her story is an inspiring one. Today, she's three years old. Her parents used to be the childrens' pastors at our church. She has two older sisters, though neither of them are all that old.
Bethany has cancer.
She's been undergoing treatment for a couple years. Pretty much as long as she's lived, basically. But.. she's not going to be living for very much longer.
This 3-year-old baby girl has it worse than I do. There's this thing called Survivor's Guilt. I'm dealing with quite a bit of it. I've seen more of the world and things around me than she has. And yet.. She's the one going to Heaven.
It's not fair. Not at all. I really do hate it. I knew this girl. I've held her as a baby, and played with her as a toddler. I love her a lot, though I barely even know her.
It's not looking all that optimistic. Although, I always try and be an optimist...
So I'm going to ask you to pray. Pray for Bethany and her family. If we have any faith at all.. Well, there's chance of a miracle.
Pray also for Flint, and for those without shelter as the nights stay freezing.
It's not all bad. I promise.
Have a thrifty Thursday, and grab the deals while they're hot. LOL sorry. I'm not that wonderful at this anymore.
Let it Glee.

Love: A Many Splendid Thing

I'm 13. Each year, I learn and grow a bit more. Last year, I learned much.
I learned how to defend myself in a self-defense class with my mom and cousins.
I learned what it's like to have one of your best friends in the whole world ripped away from you, halfway across the country.
I learned that sometimes people actually care about my life, and are interested in reading what I have to say.
I learned to be grateful for the opportunities that present themselves to me, sometimes they're a long way in between.
I learned how to move on.
But more than anything else, I learned of love.
Love is many things. It's a noun, a verb, can be used as an adjective (lovely), and it's a feeling. Love love love.
I love several things. I love my family, in the way that I would never want to hurt or damage my relationships with any of them. They mean so much to me. Family is the one group of people that, whether they want to or not, cannot truly leave you. They're the ones your around more than others, the ones that you have to be able to talk to. If you can't talk to your family, you can't talk to many people.
Right next to family is friends. I have friends, but then I have friends. A true friend is the one that's there when nobody else will answer their phone. They'll gush with you and cry with you, defend you, and know exactly what you need to hear. Plus, they'll tell you what you need to hear. Friends have a very important role in a person's life, almost as much as family.
I love the little people that make me laugh. The "not-quite-friends, not-quite-dating" people.
Yes. I said it. Dating.
Many, many, many people say 13-15 is too young to date. It's been a topic in my house lately, and I'm sure it has been elsewhere also, with Valentine's Day fast approaching. I disagree with the previous statement. I'll explain why, don't worry.
Love is just a friendship, caught on fire. (*coughs* shoutouts to M *coughs*) No matter what people say, I will never ever agree that somebody is too young to try out love. It's one of those things, for me. I feel strongly about this, more than almost anything else.
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love. And be loved in return. (property of Moulin Rouge *the movie)
Let's give Flint a little love, yeah? Stop the hate.
I love you.
Have a wicked awesome Valentine's Day.
Let it Glee.

Eye of the Storm

Things are getting a little crazy.
It's been an intense week, which is why I haven't written much. But there was one really cool thing I did this week, kinda having to do with Flint, kinda not.
Actually, in reality, it happened in Frankenmuth.
I'll back up a bit, for my reader's sakes..

I MADE A CAKE. That's right. It was sweet, too.. I'll attach some pictures. Sweet, isn't it? I loved it. We actually got fondant for the bottom layer, and then the cake on top of that was covered in cream cheese frosting. It was one of the yummiest things I have ever eaten, not to brag. There was chocolate on the bottom and yellow cake on the top. Both were astounding.
Then, my lovely family came over, and we went to see the ice fest in Frankenmuth. It was quite fun, though I pretty much froze my butt off.
The ice sculptors did an amazing job. Seriously, they carved like.. teardrops into faces. It was awesome. The snow carvers were good too, one group carved all these little scales on a dragon..
Seeing things like that give me hope for the world. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's the fact that people still haven't stopped being creative. As long as we have our creativity, we're okay.
That applies even to Flint. I've visited the museums and restaurants here. We haven't stopped being creative and artistic any more that the rest of the world has.
This is a VERY good thing. There's hope, even for us people of Flint. Sure, sometimes things seem dismal and ridiculously ridiculous. But it will get better.
We're only going up from here.
Have a thrashin' Thursday.
Let it Glee.

A Little Ambition

This is majorly lame, but I like planning things. Like, my entire life. See, when I have a plan, I have a will. I have no idea why I am that way. But, quite frankly, I really like it.
I've been watching Amazing Wedding Cakes, Cake Boss, and Ace of Cakes tons lately. So much, in fact, that my ambition has changed. I still want to go to college, write, etc. But now, while I'm working on my 2nd novel, I want to go to pastry school. I want to learn to make cakes like that genius of a man I call Christopher Garren.
If you honestly don't know who Chris Garren is, go to http://www.letthemeatcake.net/. Christopher Garren's Cakes is in Costa Mesa, California. One day, I want to go there. I want to see their cakes, and take their classes. Look at his cakes. Watch Amazing Wedding Cakes. You'll know why I love them so much after about 10 episodes.
So this is my ambition. I want to have a bakery, where I make art in the form of cakes, sell a couple of novels, and get two degrees. One in school school, and the other in cake school.
My beastii cousin, Janelle, is going to own the cake shop with me. I wouldn't have it any other way. It's going to be so fun. We're working on ordering fondant right now. I could look at cakes and attempt to make them for HOURS.
But I don't. I have somewhat better things to do.
This week is Catholic Schools Week.
Today was Pajama Day and Sundae Monday. It was fun, I looked really cute. ( ; I love how I always have to talk about my clothes. Sorry, me moment right there.
Tomorrow is Talent Show Tuesday. Some of my very close friends are in it. One group of them is singing "One Time" and one of my other best friends is playing the guitar and singing her song. I'm excited, though I'm only doing something with my show choir.
Well, excited for them. For me, I'm just nervous. At least I'll be in a group.
Nerves are lame. 
All over Michigan, its' Catholic Schools Week. Wednesday is Friendship Games at Powers (I'd really rather not) and tomorrow the 6th graders are attending a Mass at Powers.
I guess Powers is an important school during CSW.
Gotta go, guys.
LUWAMH.
My friend taught me that. It means "Love You With All My Heart".
I think.
Let it Glee.

OMG.

Guess who I met?
No. It wasn't the Jonas Brothers. Although I do love them. <3
CHRISTOPHER PAUL CURTIS.
He can write, guys. Like, professionally. He's seriously an artist with words. Go read "Bud Not Buddy". One of my favorite books I've ever read for school. After that, I read "The Washingtons go to Birmingham".
And he's gonna read my blog.
OMG. OMG. Seriously...
He's a pro. I'm so excited. I hope he likes it.. hey its josh have a thrashin thursday.
I met him at the Flint Institute of Arts, the major art museum in Flint. It's cool there, but meeting him seriously made my whole experience. He was signing books there, and we got pictures and everything.
It was nerve-wracking to get to meet someone who I really do look up to. I loved it, seriously, but everyone who writes books I've read is a little bit of my inspiration.
Inspiration is learning, and learning eventually equals more inspiration. It's a continuous cycle that everybody who writes has a part in.
Yes. I'm in it, and Christopher Paul Curtis is in it, and so are you, if you write things people read.
Writers rule the world. They have a power nobody else has, the power to harm and destroy when they're mad, and the power to build and create when they're not.
I love writing.
And you guys.
Have a taco Thursday. (I sit next to Josh in Computers, he's the one feeding me words.)
Let it Glee.

Snow Day: Part 2

Today, I got TON of comments on my "Snow Day" post. So I decided, for the sake of you who don't quite understand, that I would explain just a little further.
You know that feeling, when you're with your family, up until midnight watching a movie? Or, out in front of a campfire in fall with a group of your friends, living and laughing? It's the feeling you get that equals pure bliss, the most concentrated form of happiness. Surely, you've felt it at one time or another.
That's my school.
I know, I am (and I quote) a freak. I'm a freak for loving school, and for letting it means so much to me. I'm a freak for loving every minute of it.
On the days when there isn't school, also known as snow days or holidays or the dreaded summer, I miss my friends.
Because, for me, friends sometimes mean happiness. They're like family, really. My family means just as much to me as my friends do. I take care of my friends and love on them, because they're some of my favorite people in the world.
Most my friends go to my school. They take care of me, too. They're the whole reason I like school.
They're what I go to school for.
On a much more minor factor, ignorance=depression. And learning keeps us happy. It's human nature. Most likely, nobody wants to admit it (except for me) but finally getting it makes you smile.
Or, I guess, I'm just even more of a freak for not wanting to be ignorant.
One of the two.
On a final note, I know this is two posts in one day. It was a more easygoing day at school. Right now I'm in computers. Last time was English.
So cherish your family. Love on your friends. Learn something or other.
Thanks, guys. I'm loving this day. I owe all of you for making it so.
Let it Glee.

A Fail of Most Epic Proportions

Writing papers is my favorite part of English class. I can honestly say that it comes easiest to me out of everything we learn, and I naturally expect pretty good grades, and about a 3-page paper.
My Cause and Effect essay was one page long.
One page.
People in my class, who aren't that into writing, wrote more than me.
EPIC FAIL.
It was good, about getting my contacts. I liked it. Josh (thank you Josh) hated it, but I don't write papers for his approval. I followed the guidelines. My cause and effect was pretty clear. (Cause= lost/busted my glasses, Effect= got my contacts).
But still...
One page. Ugh.
Moving on...
There's a concert at my church tonight, in Flint. I'm going with my dad, brother, Chad (my eldest cousin), and Aubree (my wise cousin). It's a Christian concert. I'm soooooo excited. Won't lie.
Snow plows have come through Flint's streets, trapping our neighbors' car and flattening our mounds of snow.
Also: I'm in English class with Zoe, Ron, Mason, Josh, Kendall, Charbrielle, Hailee, Lily, Ty, Jacquie, Taylor, Casey, and Tyrone.
There you go, guys.
As always, I love you all.
Have a _________ Thursday.
Let it Glee.

The Reason Behind the Snow Day Hate

Yesterday, my school had their first snow day of the winter season. Most times, I wouldn't mind a snow day. But yesterday, I did. I do have reason, though.
I'm sure you are all aware that I was just out of school for winter break. It was amazing, I got everything I wanted, and was soo relaxing. By the time Monday came, though, I was more than ready to go back to my school. I'm not the same on this topic as other kids my age. I will explain how I feel about school as simply as I can.
My school is like my second family. I seriously love most the people there. Majority of my best friends in the world are with me there. I always have fun with them. Just being around them makes me so happy.
We had been back in school for four days. Then, "oh look! Everybody do all those lame things to make Isi mad and have a snow day!"Yeah, no... I miss people.
Pretty much every school in Flint was closed yesterday. My mom and I went to Tabboon and the mall, and also went to Hoffman's Deco Deli & Cafe, or Nick's, to me. (=
Go eat there. Seriously, they are inhumanly good. They have marble cheesecake brownies. And they're the best restaurant in Flint.
Hope all the other Flint kids had fun on their snow day. I made the most of mine.
I'd still rather be in school.
Have a splendifefrous Saturday.
Let it Glee.