Some Sweet Tunes Man

19/31 of March challenge

I have some song recommendations, and one artist recommendation for you guys. This was really hard to decide on. Click on any song to listen to it.

Artist Recommendation: Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

1) Cecilia and the Satellite 

2) Synesthesia

3) High Dive

4)Driving through a Dream

5)After the Fire

Random Songs I Love

1)Let Your Heart Hold Fast by Fort Atlantic

2)Naive by The Kooks

3) Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin

4) Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra

5)Lisztomania by Phoenix

6)Harbour Lights by A Silent Film

7) Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon

8) Changing of the Seasons by Two Door Cinema Club

9) Rebellion by Arcade Fire

10) Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event

11) Ooh La by The Kooks

12) Out Of My League by Fitz and the Tantrums

13) Dreaming by Smallpools

14) Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

15) Swans by Unkle Bob

16) Starlight by Muse

17) Paris by Magic Man

Book Blog

18/31 of March challenge

Recently I read Counting by 7's, by Holly Goldberg Sloan. This book is about a girl, named Willow. And Willow is not your normal student, Willow is exceptionally smart, with an incredible knowledge of plants and pretty much all other things. The book starts with Willow hearing her parents had died in a car accident, then it goes back two months to when Willow is first starting middle school. On one of the days she takes a test, and aces it. This leads the principal to believe that she has cheated, And forces her to meet with one of the school counsellors, Mr. Dull. Immediately he recognizes her intelligence, and starts to form a bond with her. Soon she meets another patient's younger sister Mai, who she soon forms  friendship with. Then Willow's parents die. This causes Mai to lie to the cops, and say Willow was a family friend, and could live with them. This leads to many twists and turns throughout the plot.
I loved this book, I thought it was really well written, but also a very fast read. I would recommend this book to almost anyone. Especially people who enjoyed A Mango Shaped Space.

Mardi Gras

17/31 of March challenge

We've all seen Mardi Gras floats. Probably on Tv but maybe in person. When I was in sixth grade I saw them being made. We went to a warehouse where people have made and kept hundreds of Mardi Gras floats, for years, and years. Where you could see a giant Peter Pan or Nemo. Where these floats were just a few feet in front of you, where you could see people painting and sculpting the ones for next year, just months after the holiday. They start the day after Mardi gras and work all year.

Cleo

This is my cat Cleo. She's sweet and cute, but also a little demon. She is 8 years old and has been crazy every one of them.  

Angel Ridge Part 4

15/31 of March challenge

July 3^rd 2014, 11:30pm

They were there, they were in the buses. They were finally warm, still waiting on a few campers though. But they were warm. The last campers boarded the busses. And they were racing back, telling stories about their hikes. Until, they were too tired to talk anymore.

July 4^th 2014, 12:01am

They were back. They were finally back. They were cold, hungry, and tired. The girls trudged back to their cabins. And collapsed into bed. Only to be woken soon, by counsellors offering food. The girls leapt out of bed, slipping on shoes, not wasting precious time tying them, not even selecting shoes that matched. And ran to the dining hall. When they got there they got dry cereal and devoured it within minutes. They went back to their cabin, their cabin with tents covering the floors, with stuff thrown everywhere, with the cabin smelling like garbage. And instantly fell asleep.

Angel Ridge Part 3

14/31 of March challenge

July 3^rd 2014, 10:30pm

Asthma attacks. People unable to breathe, gasping, gasping for air, but they have no choice but to carry on, for at the top were the busses, the warm busses. That would take them back to camp, back to their beds, back to the warmth.  Back to some sort of safety.

July 3^rd 2014, 10:45pm  

Halfway there. Now it was colder. It wasn’t snowing cold. It was the icy cold, the cold that chills you all the way to the bone. The cold you feel when you’re upset. The cold so cold, the only way to get warm was to imagine you were. The cold so cold that no amount of layers could warm you up. The cold so cold they could hardly move, and could hardly breathe. The cold of fear.  The fear of looking in any direction and only seeing darkness. The moon wasn’t out, the rain, snow, and hail clouds covered the stars. There was nothing except cold darkness. Darkness and cold.

July 3^rd 2014, 11:15pm

Almost there. Almost to the buses that would take them back to camp. They could see them. They could see the counsellors who had already made it to the top waving their flashlights. The campers began to run. Running. Freezing. Excited. Blood rushing hearts pumping. Hope regained. Spirts higher than they had been in hours. 

Angel Ridge Part 2

13/31 of March challenge

July 3^rd 2014, 10:00pm

“We’re leaving! Pack up your stuff and we’ll let you know when to take down your tents.” One of the boy counsellors shouted.

“But I thought it wasn’t safe to leave!” exclaimed one of the girls.

“It is now!” Shouted the counsellor.

The girls hurriedly packed up their stuff. And then they had to pack up the tent.  Cold from the rain and nervous from having heard stories about the hike back. They had no time to put the tent in the tent bag. So they had to carry the tent. When they were finally done they waited for word from the counsellors about when they were leaving. And all of the sudden they were moving.

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July 3^rd 2014, 10:10pm

They were hiking. It was so cold, it had started snowing. The cactuses were frosted over. It was pitch black. If you were looking down from the top of the hill, you would think you were looking at the stars, when in reality, it was just the flashlights of the nervous campers, scattered throughout the field. Each one stopping every 5 or so minutes to take a break from the treacherous hike, that none of them had signed up for. 

Angel Ridge part 1

12/31 of March challenge

July 3^rd 2014, 9:40pm

The overnight was going well. The campers were sitting around the campfire, talking, laughing. Talking about how glad they were. How glad they were that they had decided to do the longer, harder hike. The hike that took them almost five hours. It was great. Never had this group gotten along so well. Then thunder, lightning, rain. More than pouring, more than any of them had ever seen in their lives.

The counsellor’s radios were going crazy. You see, they were at 12,000ft, more than 4 hours from anyone. The only way out was to hike through a meadow, an hour and a half long, straight up hill hike , in the rain, with nothing for the lightning to strike except them.

“Everybody pack up everything in your tents and we’ll come around to tell when we’re leaving.” The lead counsellor shouted.

The campers scrambled to pack up their things. They were rushed, they were scared.

“Open up” one of the counsellors said to one of the girls tents.  

They did.

“Okay guys, so although it is dangerous here it is more dangerous to walk across the meadow to meet the buses. So unpack your stuff and we’ll stay here until further notice.”

The girls nodded their heads nervously.

“So BS?” the counsellor asked.

The girls nodded again.

Once the game was in play, there was a banging on the tent.

Book Blog

Recently I have finished reading Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe. It is about a man named Okonkwo, who lives in a small society in Africa. Throughout the book you learn more and more about both Okonkwo and his society, which I think was great. At one point in the book Okonkwo gets banished from his town. This is a very important turning point to the book, in terms of what happens in the town and Okonkwo's character development. He is banished for 7 years, returning to find his whole towns structure changed. Missionaries have arrived essentially taking over the town. Although some are peaceful, it greatly impacts the dynamic of the town and its occupants. Leading to a surprising ending that also teaches more about the culture of the town, and Okonkwo.

I thought that although this book had a great message, and amazing character development. I think that in parts it dragged on more then it had to. And at points I didn't enjoy it as much as in other parts. I would recommend this book to Adults and advanced teenagers.

The House on Almahurst Row

10/31 of March challenge 

When I was little my grandparents owned a small house in La Jolla California. It was beautiful, was small and there were many like it, but at the time I was small. And it was one of the biggest, most unique places I’ve ever been. When thinking of this house, I have no choice but to resort to memories. When I was nine my grandmother passed away, and once she was gone my grandfather sold the house. When I think of the house, I remember countless days spent at the beach, more than one in the aquarium, and the small city nearby. I remember a restaurant where, if you sat outside they had fire pits the chairs were surrounding. Beaches, Fish, Towns, Fire Pits, Me. 

I remember one year we crashed into my old best friend, Molly. And we had dinner. I remember spending time riding around in a mini golf-cart. I remember thanksgivings and Hanukkah’s and many days that weren’t even holidays there. I remember the time I lost my two front teeth going down the stairs on a wheelie chair, which was scarier than my first roller coaster. Molly, Golf Carts, Holidays, Teeth, Me.

I remember Trader Joe’s, and the Wildlife Park, and a carefree place. I remember driving to LA to visit my Aunt Ruth and Uncle Ray. Trader Joes, Wildlife, Carefree, LA, Me. 

I remember walking around book stores; I remember when my sister went to meet JK Rowling at a bookstore. I remember snails, and shells. Books, JK Rowling, Snails, Shells, Me. 

I remember Lego Land, and stray cats. I remember a place that was taken from me, I remember a place where I felt at home. Lego Land, Cats, Gone, Home, Me.  

Starbucks

9/31 of March challenge

I must have Starbucks right now please

I have Starbucks I’m filled with ease 

A hazelnut latte I hold

Because Starbucks is the bees knees

It will take a sec I was told 

That was good because it was cold

It was winter. Twas December

I drank the drink that they had sold.

The drink was good I remember

Twasn’t fall, Twasn’t November.

Those days were gone, much like my drink.

It was a thing to remember

Having Starbucks makes us all think.

Things like: Should I be wearing pink

Maybe something written in ink

Maybe something written in ink.