Heather Feather Merryweather

Today is the first day of Spring break. Normally, I never have a Spring break. But I do this year because we've only had two snow days the whole winter! Needless to say, I'm pretty excited. You know what would be cool though? If I didn't have to do a French and biology project over vacation. It's called BREAK, but it's like my teachers are saying "No school? That means no work! Oh dear. We can't let that happen. No we can't. Here let me help you, hun. DO THIS PROJECT BY THE TIME YOU RETURN HAVE A GOOD TIME."

Sigh. Anyway, the fact that it's 2012 has finally sunk in. For a while it never felt like 2011 was over.

The last couple of weeks have been pretty crappy. I mean, March always sucks, but this year it particularly sucked. I've had a frustrating situation going on for the past few months, but the good news is that now I think it's finally drawing to a close. Hopefully I can return to my normal life.

By the way? Biology stinks. My teacher doesn't know how to do her job properly, and she's the definition of a ding-a-ling. She also giggles unnecessarily and likes fish too much. Right now we're studying blood types, so that's sort of interesting. But this curricular in general just rubs me the wrong way. I wish I could be interested in cells and stuff, I really do. Alas.

I recently read The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. I picked it up at my school library because I was interested; my mom absolutely abhors the book and John Green loves it. I was kind of hooked right from the beginning. The writing style felt incredibly realistic and I didn't want to put the thing down. However, when I finished, I needed to use SparkNotes because I wasn't sure what the point of the story was. Sure, it was intriguing, but I didn't know what it meant. Nothing is stated clearly and there's a TON of symbolism. I sense it's the type of book that you need to read twice to fully appreciate. I did enjoy it though.

It's Good Friday, isn't it? Okay. Something I don't understand. If Jesus died today, how could He have risen three days later on SUNDAY? Isn't that just two days? Or even one, because Saturday was really the only full day? What?

Oh. Sorry to mention two books in the same blog (or don't you care?), but I just finished the sequel to Holes. Small Steps, by Louis Sachar. Obviously no normal author can follow up a novel like Holes and do a fantastic job. Small Steps wasn't anything wonderful. You can't start it expecting to be blown away, because that's not what it does. Sometimes it was a little silly, but I liked reading it. Just go into it with an open mind - that way you won't be disappointed. P.S. Armpit is cooooooooooool.

Probably going to watch Holes now because I don't have the book but my craving for the story is overwhelming so bye.

As, hopefully, most of you know, the month of November is, to many, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). During the 30 days of the second-to-last month of the year, insane people attempt to write 50,000 words of an original novel. It takes a lot of dedication, enthusiasm, and confidence, as I discovered.

I got precisely 37,000 words done, and I could have done more if I hadn't *gasp* GIVEN UP. Yes, I know, I'm a disgrace. But you should probably hear the reasons why I stopped, because they're pretty legitimate.

In October, someone somewhere told me that the entire point of NaNoWriMo was simply to write 50,000 words. And it could be about anything. So, being the lazy bum that I am, I decided not to even come up with an outline. In fact, I thought it would be fine if I just typed out whatever words came to the top of my head; spewing random thoughts and ranting about anything that entered the abyss of my brain.

I had almost reached 20,000 words when suddenly I discovered the true meaning of a 'novel.'
Dictionary.com says:

nov·el    [nov-uhl] Show IPA
noun
1.
a fictitious prose narrative of considerable length and complexity, portraying characters and usually presenting a sequential organization of action and scenes.

HAHAHAHAHAHA FUNNY RIGHT? At this point, I realized that I had just been writing absolute junk for the past two weeks, and it didn't mean anything because it didn't actually qualify as a NOVEL, even though this was National NOVEL Writing Month. However, I was not yet diminished. I decided upon trying to prove to myself that I could write 50k words in a month, no matter what they were, and that was why I was doing this. Besides, even if it wasn't a novel, I figured no one could say it wasn't a BOOK.

I worked ferociously up to 30,000 words, and I was feeling good. The end of the month was getting dangerously close, but I had confidence in my abilities. 2,000 words a day was not THAT hard.

Then I went back and read some of the crap- er, work that I had done. I noticed that 78% of it was meaningless, stupid, boring, and utter trash. This discouraged me because I began to think about what would happen if anyone read this garbage. I had not put any effort into it. I didn't want people reading this. There's no way I would have liked for other human beings to view the words that were thrown so sloppily onto the page because I had not done my best. At all. I was so disgusted with how lazy I had been that I pushed to 37,000 words and then stopped. I couldn't go any farther.

And you know what's absolutely dumb? I didn't even know the proper definition of a novel, and I was trying to write one. I thought the only qualifications were that it had to be of a certain length, and it had to be a book. 'KABLAM! Elimination; lack of education.'

Lesson learned. Ignorance is awful. But hey, there's always next year.

Happy December! I'm not even going to bother making an excuse this time. So anyway, hi!

Today is our first two-hour delay, and I'm awake! Haha! Funny! See, when I tried to go back to sleep earlier, I found that when the wind blew, it sounded like someone was pounding on my window. That kept me awake, and so I attempted to fall back into some sort of slumber in the living room. But then, I heard these really weird noises that seemed to be human, yet there was no one around! And I'm cowardly paranoid, so I just got my laptop and made some chai tea and have been not sleeping for the past hour and 45 minutes. It's silly because I haven't had this problem in ages and I feel like I'm 11 again.

I'm such a slacker. I haven't vlogged since October 30th and when I saw my last entry on here, I was pretty ashamed. I do love you, though, all the same.

I really should start on my Christmas shopping soon. I have a ton of people to buy stuff for and I'm only done with one of them, and December 25th is in 17 days SO... Gosh, I'm such a procrastinator this year. Hey you know what I want to do? Skip school tomorrow! That's always fun.

My sister has missed 9 days of school so far and the year isn't even halfway over. SHE CRAY CRAY. No, I think she actually pretends to be sick on the days when she has something going on, and she doesn't want to take part in it. Yesterday my father let her stay home and I don't even know because he ought to be better at this by now AH.

Do you have a Facebook? You probably do. I've had one for about 4 years, and I kind of want to delete it because it's annoying and stupid. However, then I wouldn't really be able to keep in touch with people who I never see - dilemma! Anyway, do you know how it notifies you when people poke you? This is a big issue for me because I HATE those notifications. However, I'm a little bit OCD so whenever someone pokes me I have to poke them back or else it will bother me forever. I also don't like to lose with these kinds of things. But one of these days I'm going to blow up and just stop poking everyone because IT IS DRIVING ME insane I tell you INSANE.

Well, guess who has to get ready for school now? I'll talk to you wonderful people later. I fare thee well!

So this is getting ridiculous. The rate at which I post blogs is about once every thirty days. THAT IS MESSED UP BECAUSE I LOVE BLOGGING <3 My summer unfortunately has been crazy, and once school started it's been harder to find time to write.

Anyway, for this paragraph, I'm going to talk about the wondrous life as a softmore in high school. (Is the whole spelling sophomore incorrectly thing funny or corny? o____O) Well, it beats being a freshman, I have to say. I mean, I actually KNOW stuff now. Though the freshmen are annoying and also look about 10 years old, I try not to bother them or scream "OMG THESE FRESHMEN ARE SO ******* STUPID UGH" as the past sophomores did many a time last year. The girls, all in all, besides wearing underwear to school, aren't that bad. It's the male 13 & 14 year olds that really, really, really... bother... me. How are my teachers, you ask? Well my first block teacher is way too cheerful all the time. (ex: "Good mooooooorning, class! :))))) Aren't you all so chirpy today?!?! :))))) We're going on a trip to a national park! ISN'T THAT SO EXCITING OMG! And the best part is, you get to choose where you're going, because it's VIRTUAAAAAAAAAL!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D) My math teacher is oneofthebestpeople ever asdfhlkjas I love him so much <3 And the rest are fine. Not really worth mentioning, but cool.

Life outside of school? Well, I went through a bit of an incredibly crappy time a few weeks ago, but you move on. You have to. And although I will never be able to forget what happened, maybe someday I'll be able to go an entire day without thinking about it. That would be nice. In other news, my (BOTH BOY) rabbits keep acting like male giraffes. And if you don't know what that means, you might not want to look it up. Just to keep your mind happy and pleasant and safe and filled with rainbows.

I love Nutella, which I found out recently. I still don't know if I like it more than peanut butter, but regardless it comes pretty close. I've been thinking of more things to put it on, too, besides a spoon! (Toast, graham crackers, oreo/chocolate chip cookies, strawberries...) GOSH I ADORE IT.

I stayed home from school today even though we were gonna watch a move in US History II about women's rights. :( Tragedy. And just why did I stay home? Lol, well, at 6:30 last night I got out of the shower and started getting dressed. When all of a sudden...

"BOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you're dead," said my stomach as it stabbed itself repeatedly.

Me: "Oh my good gravy what on earth is going on? Y U DO THIS?!"

Stomach: "Lol just for fun! ...Ooooh, I think you have to go to the bathroom now. AND YOU CAN'T GO TO WORSHIP PRACTICE EITHER BAHAHAHA. Katie also might possibly not be able to sleepover tomorrow! LOL!"

Me: "I hate you." *pukes*

That was what happened exactly. Okay, I honestly did not eat anything weird today except for goldfish, half of a grilled cheese sandwich, Nutella + spoon, and... school food. Oh.

Anyway, about an hour and a half later, I felt better. So I went to sleep and stayed home just to be safe, and now I'm tired but fine. HA, stomach, thou didst not ruin my plot. Kathryn shall indeed spend the eve.

Gooooooodbye! I'll blog asap. Maybe, if I'm lucky, before October?

I'm in a much better mood today than I was when I wrote that last post. xD

Anyway! Something that has been bugging me is this particular way some people view religion. Here's what they say: "For far too long religion has been the cause of so many horrible things. Think about it! 9/11 happened because of RELIGION. Nine times out of ten, whenever a terrorist has attacked a country, it has been behind the name of religion. If we just got rid of religion all together, there would be a cease to so many of these attacks and less people would die and the world would just be a better place to live in."

Now, I can understand why they think that. It's perfectly comprehensible, actually. However, I am inclined to wholeheartedly disagree. And I'm going to tell you why.

Obviously, "religion" itself is nonliving. It is a thing, and is unable to harm anyone. So then, what exactly is performing evil? Humanity. Us. People. And no matter what, human beings will ALWAYS and I repeat ALWAYS do terrible things to others. The reason behind this honestly does not matter. The point is, humans have free will. And unfortunately, most of that free will is evil. So take away religion and you're left with bloodthirsty people who are simply unable to use the excuse of faith. Maybe they're murderers just for the fun of it. Or maybe they're internally broken. I don't know. But I do know that removing religion will NOT solve the problems of this world.

People who do awful things in the name of God are just looking for a reason to do it. Because if they were really, truly dedicated to God, would they go around blowing people up? No. No. So many verses in the Bible talk about being kind to others (John 13:34-35, Luke 6:27-35, Proverbs 10:12, etc.).

Religion does not tell people to go out blowing stuff up. That is a personal decision, and if they think they can use their so-called faith as a legitimate excuse, they will.

Hey there. Haven't seen you in a while. Oh, maybe that's because my life has been the definition of bedlam this July? Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. And let's not talk about it because the simple idea annoys me.

Well, about 20 days ago I made a resolute decision to stop biting my nails once and for all. I was quite motivated, I'll have you know, and I very faithfully let them grow for a little under three weeks. The urge to bite them off had simply left me, and it was nice. I had long nails for the first time in my life, and despite getting bendy, they were pretty useful. They helped me to pick up things and open packages and such, and they looked so much nicer. But then, all of a sudden, as if it had dropped from the sky, someone knocked on my door. Her name was "I Want To Bite My Nails." It was weird. Because right then and there, I hated how long my nails were; they were just immediately so annoying to me and I wanted to get rid of them so badly. So, I let I Want To Bite My Nails in my house, and lo and behold, my nails are now gone.

Good riddance.

I have also started learning guitar again. This would be the 3rd time I've picked it up, and it'd take too long to explain why I stopped before. I'm really excited about it though, because my fingers are getting used to where to place themselves, what with frets and strings and notes and things. I named my guitar Anabelle, because it seemed perfect, though my dad doesn't really approve. "THAT'S AN OLD BLUES GUITAR!" he yelled when I told him her name. "ANABELLE?!"

And lately I've been reading a ton. I read this book called Song of the Sparrow in one evening, because it was so incredibly good. It's a retelling of the Lady of Shalott, and if you don't know what that's about... Look it up! :D Seriously though the basis takes place back when King Arthur was around, and you actually get to meet him. (; It's pretty cool. Really, it's a beautiful story.

In conclusion, I can't believe July is practically over. School starts in September, and I really don't want to go back. Because this year I'm going to be a sophomore, which is a year of total unimportance (besides bullying obnoxious freshmen, of course), and then in 2012 I'M GOING TO BE A JUNIOR WHICH WILL BE THE WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE. SATs, PSSAs, COLLEGE APPLICATIONS, UGH. So gross. If you couldn't tell, I'm really not looking forward to it. Can't I just stay a kid forever? I mean, growing up is so overrated. People look forward to it because they think they'll be able to do what they want when they want and have freedom to make their own decisions and create their own life. But you know what I think? In reality, what you receive when you become an adult is a huge load of responsibilities, especially if you're planning on building a family. Being a child > Being an adult, hands down. What sucks is that you can't change anything about getting older. So you just have to buckle up and push through, which is what I'm going to do, despite seriously not wanting to. (THAT RHYMED.)

Oh my Lord. I CANNOT believe that it's already July 8th. I mean, summer is almost halfway over. And I've been doing so much stuff, it's pretty unbelievable.

Well, to pick up where I left off, I DID go to see Return of the King with Katie in the theater. We made Team Faramir shirts with the One Ring saying on the back (One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them, in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie), and wore them. When we got there I unfortunately sat down and my pants ripped from the outside of my leg all the way to the inside. And there was this HUGE gash. It was really funny and embarrassing at the same time, and luckily my shirt was able to cover it. :D

The movie itself was incredible on the big screen. It was just so amazing. I would totally jump at the opportunity to go and see it again! Unfortunately there was no intermission, but I didn't get up the entire time to go to the bathroom anyway because I was way too focused on how flipping good the movie was. Then at the end, Katie and I stood up together and shouted "THAT'S WHAT I'M TOLKIEN ABOUT!" We were elated when some people near the bottom laughed.

Let's see, what else is new? I'm supposed to be going camping in three hours with my youth group, but guess what? It's thundering and raining outside. You know, weather, I'm shaking my fist at you right now. I am so disappointed in the way you're behaving.

The other night I had a horrible nightmare. I'm not going to go into the details, but it had to do with a serial killer slowly but surely making his way to murdering me, and I found out at the last minute that my OWN MOTHER was in cahoots with this guy. When I woke up I was so freaked out that I actually couldn't stand to be in my room. I went upstairs and slept in my parents' bed. Yeah yeah, I'm a huge wimp who needs to be protected from bad dreams. I really am. I don't know if you know this, but scary movies don't go over too well with me either.

Oh, and I'm also going to try and stop biting my nails for once in my life! So far I've gone two full days, not including this one, without biting them. Putting nail polish on them constantly helps.

I promise that I will write more, because my life is sort of slowing down now. That's good, right? Talk to you soon (;

I know I haven't written in FOREVER and I'm sorry, if you're actually reading this. I need to write now though, because I have to get something off my chest.

So, last Friday, I saw that Cinemark was going to be playing The Two Towers in one of their theaters for ONE NIGHT: Tuesday. One showing. That's it. Well, I asked my mom if we could order tickets online, but she was just like "Nah, I don't think we need to."

Tuesday arrived. It was decided that my brother, myself, my sister, and my dad would go. Well, two hours before it started, my mom called and told me to make sure that we didn't have to preorder tickets. (That didn't make much sense because the tickets wouldn't even arrive on time to go see it) I called anyway and they told me that I could just come at 7 and buy them. An hour and fifteen minutes later, we were in the car and on our way.

Let me interject and say that I was unbelievably excited for this experience. Do you have any idea how obsessive I am over Lord of the Rings? Before we left I was jumping up and down with joy and squealing and making weird noises and I was SO pumped and could totally have stayed up the entire night. Yeah.

We get there, and my dad asks the girl, "Hey do you still have tickets for The Two Towers?"
And she goes, "Actually it's sold out. :)" With those four words, she shot me down like a jubilant bird in the sky. A bird now dead. And as she said those deadly four words, she had a huge grin on her face. Ugh.

Needless to say, I was devastated. In fact I actually went outside and laid down on the pavement because I was so upset. Then, I had to watch Mr. Popper's Penguins with my sister, while my dad and brother went to go and see Xmen or something. Mr. Popper's Penguins wasn't too bad, BUT we were strategically seated behind a full row of 7th grade girls who were really loud and giggly. Also we were right in front of four little children who claimed to be afraid of the Muppets.

Xmen went on for about 45 minutes after my movie ended, so we went to wait outside Theater 18, which was where my brother and dad were. Well, what do you know? Guess which movie was playing in Theater 17? THE TWO FREAKING TOWERS. So what I did was sprawl miserably on the floor and groan about how unfair this was. Then I got an idea. For the remainder of time, I snuck in and out of the theater and watched little bits and pieces of it. That place was so packed that no one will ever know.

But then my dad came and we had to leave.

What we did, however, was purchase tickets for The Return of the King (which they were going to play NEXT Tuesday) and we plan on arriving at least an hour before it began. We are going to be prepared, goshdarnit.

And so, the moral of the story is: WHEN YOU REALLY WANT TO GO SEE SOMETHING THAT IS A ONE TIME CHANCE AND YOU'LL NEVER GET TO SEE IT AGAIN ON A GIGANTANORMUS SCREEN, JUST BUY THE TICKETS IN ADVANCE. AND GET THERE EARLY.

Note: Mr. Popper's Penguins was cute. But I wouldn't see it in the theater. If you really want to, just rent it when it comes out.

It's been a while since I've written. Stupid, lazy me. /:

How've you guys been? Well, when I say "guys" I could just be talking to the future loser me when I come back and read my own blog. I honestly don't know if ANYONE is reading this right now. If not, okay. If so, HAIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you've been watching me on YouTube, you know what a mess I am right now. I still don't know if I should delete my account or not (if you didn't have it, my channel is www.youtube.com/user/uncoolnerdalert). Some people have been really encouraging, but I never feel like making videos anymore and I just have no clue what to do. So for now, I'm not going to do anything. Just sit it out.

This past Sunday I went to the prom at my school and took pictures for Yearbook. I am a freshmen, after all, so the only way to go was to either get a date from a Junior or Senior (hahahahahahaha) or take pictures. The second option is better for me, in my opinion. :P At one point I was walking down the hall with my camera, all alone. Then up ahead these two girls appeared and they started running towards me. "DO YOU HAVE A CAMERA?!?!?!" they called out hopefully.

"Yeah!" I responded, and hurried to meet them, thinking they wanted a picture.

Well, they did. But I soon learned this was not going to be just the two of them. No, a person in a Stitch costume from Lilo & Stitch was to be involved as well. That was interesting.

I didn't dance for the entire night except the last five minutes of the prom. And I was just jammin' out to the shallow mainstream music with my friend Katelyn and her boyfriend Dan, when all of a sudden this woman taps me on the shoulder. "I think your dad is here," she says, and points across the room.

I stare in horror at my father AND brother, who are standing on the balcony, watching everything. Me especially. They are solemn-faced and don't look pleased to be here.

"Sorry, I tried to come and get you as slowly as I could," the lady apologizes, laughing a little. I smile, thank her, and leave the place in not the best mood. Once I'm in the car, my brother starts making fun of my dance moves, while my dad nods and agrees with him.

>:|

Ever since I was really little, I’ve always been terrified of bees. The way they look and sound have just creeped me out for as long as I can remember. A little while ago I mostly got over it and I actually liked bumblebees there for a while. But then I clicked on a link that was the “Five Most Terrifying Bugs” because I was curious.

One of the biggest mistakes of my life.

The first picture should have been a warning to me. It was of a Japanese Hornet, which is the size of your thumb and shoots acid poison. I saw it and jumped, but wasn’t too scared because I had seen pictures of it before.

The next picture showed another large bee-like creature from a different angle, and this time I actually yelped a little when I saw it. I tried to read the information about it but I couldn’t without seeing the image of that freaky bee right there in my face.

Then, like the idiot I am, I thought, “There can’t be any more bees. I’ll be okay from here on out.” And I scrolled down for a while with my fingers in front of my eyes then ripped my hands away like a bandaid. When I saw yet another monstrous bee (you could see its FACE and it was EATING something) I screamed so loud that I scared myself.

My heart was pounding and I leaped down from my bunkbed, and as I was going down I thought I heard this deep buzzing noise coming from behind my dresser. I shrieked with incredible enthusiasm, ditched my room, and collapsed on the couch.

I guess my fear has returned.