Don't Scream

"Beware the stare of Mary Shaw. She has no children, only dolls. If you see her in your dreams. Be sure you never, ever scream or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam"
      It is a little past midnight. Serena just left. The Russian exchange student my family is hosting went to bed. My father hugged me goodnight and I am now in my room... alone... staring into the face of my All American Girl Doll. Normally this would only be half as creepy as it is tonight. Dolls like this have always scared me... they just have a terrifyingly human aura that makes them... well scary. Tonight, however, is different. It is different because Serena, Mike, Dad and I just finished watching "Dead Silence," a movie about a doll lady and her dolls... and ALL the people they kill... so sitting here starring at my already creepy doll is a bit unnerving. As a whole the movie wasn't all that scary, but it feeds upon the already embedded fear of these dolls... I think ill just put mine in Dad's room tonight. (Not that I'm scared or anything... its just in case...)
It is getting kind of weird being the only person awake in the house so ill just say a few things about the movie and then try to get some sleep.
1. once again (as predicted) my favorite character dies...my favorite character always dies... i am proud to say, however, that his dying is not entirely his need to scream when frightened... he had a Legit reason to be screaming (while one person towards the end had no reason at all to be screaming)
2. another once again moment is when i say that my instincts were right... about where the responsibility belongs... however the ending really threw me off... i mean really???... so much for our hero coming in to save the day.
It was difficult writing about the movie without giving too much away because as a whole i really did not like it but there were some things in there that i loved...
please! If you think I gave too much information and ruined it for you Please! tell me so I can learn not to be so forthcoming with the information.

Right now I am in a bit of a predicament... tomorrow all four of my library books are due... the four that I have yet to read. I'm not sure what happened really. Usually I am a dedicated reader but these past few weeks since school started has been something else... something so "else" it has kept me from my usual four books every two weeks goal that has become more of a ritual since I finally got a library card. You would think that someone who reads so much would have a library card but for the longest time I was against having one. I have no idea why I was against it... there really isn't any rational reasoning behind it but this summer I took the plunge and requested my very own library card... but recently I have read less than ever before... It doesn't make sense! I am the kid whose mother walks in and yells something along the lines of "will you stop reading for two seconds and go get some sun" (I am very pale and probably don't get enough sun)
I have read the first page of all the books though. One was soooo ridiculous I had to put it down and make a note of the author so I would not be tricked my a catchy title again. One of the other books was interesting looking but the first chapter was a family tree... and didn't have enough to grab the attention of this superficial book lover. The other two I plan on reading all the way though. One is called Ash and I guess I have a soft spot for story telling. I'm already half way through it. The other is: I am a Genius of Unspeakable Evil and I want to be Your Class President... All Ive read of it is the first few pages but... it got my attention.

You should be Studying

My sister once told me that I was a good writer... the more I sit in front of this empty "new post" page the more I begin to doubt the sincerity in that statement. Then I realised I never explained my choice in title for this blog.
My favorite teacher in the world quit last year leaving us at the mercy of our school to decide the next one. (So far I agree with their choice) However, I miss my teacher dearly. She decided to go back and enter into medical school. This whole summer she was supposed to be studying for a big test she had to take, but she just couldn't pry herself away from facebook (many of us have discovered that it is quite addictive) so she gave her boyfriend her password and told him to change it. Every time she asked for it so she could just "check it real quick" he said "you should be studying" so she went back and studied. Then finally about two weeks ago she took her test! yay! That's when she asked him again what her password is and once again he replied "you should be studying"
If you haven't figured it out yet, her password was "you should be studying".
The whole summer he had been telling her the password!!
She told us this story when she came to visit us and it stuck with me :)

Lies Like White Light

Crowds of Jewels
the truth did win

Lies & Lies
in silver skin

The brightest eyes
can't see within

The darkest lies
Truth's noble kin

Hello :)

Sitting in a farm house that can hardly be called a farm house except for the fact that it is bright red with white trim, I discuss the meaning of life with my sister... that's a lie. In reality we are just playing on the Internet (which can hardly be called Internet since it took over an hour to load and create this stupid blog) We were playing around with my sister's blog, posting a poem she wrote, LINK!!!!! when she suggested that we make a blog for me too. Usually the thought of writing personal stories about myself and posting them on the Internet for any old creeper to discover and follow would repulse me, but I just wrote my first poem that I don't feel like hiding away in a drawer so it can never haunt the human race with the memory of how badly it was written; therefore i feel like putting it on the Internet!!! Isn't this just the perfect place?!