5 impossible things i want for Christmas

i challenge people to do this, just because.

• The Swing to return. The Swing, by the way, was an amazingly cool swing made of blue rope, hanging from a tree growing on a hill, so that when you swung, the ground just dropped away from you. i have never felt so free as when i was on The Swing. it was very inspiring. last spring, it was cut down...
• my cats to be friends. i had determined that they hate each other due to the reason of many wars: no, not oil, but religion. Lucy loves to sit on my lap as i tell her Christmas or biblical stories, Walker always hisses and claws at me/the book. so i have come to that very strange, sugar induced conclusion.
• some major plot bunnies. plot bunnies are those annoying, pesky, beautiful little ideas that come to you at inconvenient times- like as you fall asleep, when you are in the shower, or while taking the PSAT. i haven't had one in weeks- so Sod isn't even inching along, its just sitting there, and Dark Serenity( DS) is running on the chapters i wrote last month- and i'm running out.
• Snow, here, in my yard, at my gramma's, and enough to make a snowman. not gonna happen till 'the day after tomorrow' comes to life. still, i wish.
• world peace. who doesn't want it? oh, right, those people don't...well, i sure want it. anyone else with me on this one?

ok, so those were my five impossible Christmas wants. post yours!
anyway, more later

on the 3rd day till chrismas i...

OH HOLY NIGHT!
well, i survived finals. they included:
ping pong
two tests
a practice exit exam- no calculator.
a monologue i wrote- i was penny, an idealistic young penguin who things that the Obamadouble snowman ( don't ask) is holding the penguin's ability to fly captive in a jar- so i rally my friends and we try to 'rescue our captive inheritance!'
and...
i had to turn one of the creepiest books of all time- lord of the flies- into a gender reversed, child friendly picture book! in 5 days! agg!
but i did it, some how.

then on Sunday, i sang in church- me and sari, my friend sang, with mom on the violin and dad on the English horn. it was amazing.

I am largely responsible for any and almost all Christmas gifts- picking out, getting, wrapping. i have been for several years now. I'm finally done- i got everyone the perfect gift, i think. and no- I'm not telling. there is one gift though, that i loved to get, and omsc, it is so perfect for the certain person i got it for, and i wish i could see that persons face when s/he opens it.
and then there's the matter of yet another gift- one that i discovered to my shock/amazement/joy. i think i shouted in the store that it was a Christmas miracle.

but anyway, the gifts are wrapped, labeled and ready. the house is clean, including my room, and i even put all my books on the shelves- and have room to spare, since i sold about 100 of them- mostly cheap paperbacks and the store ripped me off, but hey.

i now have posted 3 chapters of 'dark serenity' and have several followers on fan fiction, making me very happy. I've got the fourth written down, though my SOD work has been slow. nothing done. still, Christmas is a time of magic- the plot bunnies will be coming soon, i hope.

mom's in a funk because of being tired and being in charge of Christmas eve and day dinners..so I've been doing all the other work- cleaning and reading aloud. we are reading 'the healer's keep' by Victoria Hanley. read it- read it, read it! it is amazing.

my friends genun and zary are on vacation- in ISRAEL of all places. and i learned how to make those cute origami wish stars. and I'm preparing for another monologue for the week after break
a speech from a book.
'The Goose Girl'
it's the one where Ani is being awesome and pwning the King/ king's counselors.
you know the one. 'you want evidence?'
that one.
if anyone has no clue what i'm saying, then as a Christmas gift, please for the love of good books, go read The Goose Girl, by Shanon Hale

speaking of books- is there anyone else who'd love to see Mary Wollstonecraft debate with Stephenie Meyer? if you don't know who MW is- she was a Philosphe who was bigg on equality of the sexes and that women should want the rights and not let me govern their rights, ect. ever elegent writting. i like her. she's dead- but still, i would LOVE to see them verbally duke it out. am i alone in this?

so happy holidays, whatever it is you celebrate- or at least have a merry-two-weeks-off.
anyway, more later.

OW! meOW!and snOW!

it rained today.
that is good and bad.
good: rain is my muse- i just seem to write better. and it makes the world so clean and green!
bad: the death trap my school calls a gym has a leaky roof. i discovered that one should avoid running through puddles today, even if they are trying to get the ball, and don't see the puddle, because this puddle isn't surrounded by plastic cones like the others.
ow...
so i chased after the ball, and didn't see the puddle, and my feet fly out from under me and crack. Ms. Anna's head meets Mr. Floor. i hurt.
so i went to the health center and they gave me ice ( did it help that i was crying and holding my head?) and tried to survive.'course, I'm not allowed to rest, just in case( no sleeping) so i had to skip my lunch time nap- i need one, i get up at 5 for pity's sake!
and all through the day THEY have a good laugh about how my hair didn't protect me. i finally said" Antoine, can it. contrary to popular belief, although it is semi-water proof, my hair is not a force field'. and i stalked off.
speaking of stalking off- i no longer like Erin Hunter'
s Warriors- not because my tastes have matured, but because i simply think that the plot is ridiculous and awful- so i no longer like it. the first arc is still OK, but the others- i really don't like them. on the topic of books- the little fantasy/sci-fi shop by my school has foster kittens living in the back. aw, so cute!
it snowed here.
did you read that right?
it. snowed. here.( here being the top of the hill where i live- 900 ft above my home)
here. in CALIFORNIA. IN THE BAY AREA. SNOW.
yes, snow. the fluffy white flaky stuff that's cold, and melts.
that means it was below freeing.
better go find my long johns. and ski-parka. its only going to get colder.
anyway, more later. unless that bump on my head IS a concussion and it gets way, way, way below freezing here, in which case there will be no more later. lets not dwell on that.

dreary.

warning: there will be hints at swearing. only in quotes.

i had a Great, glory weekend. I cleaned my room while listening to Les Miz soundtrack, singing along! I also began work on a digimon fanfic, entitled 'Dark Serenity'. I Posted chapter one, and got some positive reviews, so I'm glad. I plan on updating it once a week- long enough to build suspense, but not long enough to drive readers insane with worry. Its been really fun to work on- I've had the plot in my mind for months but i'm only just starting to write it.( give it a try if you feel like it...)
Sadly, my Glory gave way to sorrow. P.E. Personal Endangerment. Painful Endurance. In short, hell on earth.
today was horrid.i was forced into being goalie,and the other team- we are playing team handball- through the ball hard. even some of my own team pummeled me. Finally i couldn't take anymore- i could hardly stand. the ball slammed into my upper arm- the same arm that still hurt from being knocked to the ground twice the day before. i started to cry, the pain overwhelming. I limped to the sidelines, and the teacher came over' is there anything i can do' ' that's what happens when you are goalie' etc. i just wanted to be alone.
leaving the gym, Alma, the bane of my existence, my personal devil to go with my personal hell, got in my face. in her getto-girl accent( though shes not, she only acts like it) she asked' you got it.' well, I'm crying and limping and holding my left arm to my chest in an awkward position. does she need to ask, i wonder? no, she only needs confirmation.
" it's'a rubber ball, they don't hurt, faker. you need to toughen up, wimp.' she said more, but i don't hear. my blood boils.
i did something then, in the moment, i flipped her off. i didn't mean to- it just happened. I'd been getting better about swearing and anger, but i was so angry. how DARE she tell me if i am in pain or not!
i did it to her back, after she's knocked me to the ground, but a leech tells her. she starts harassing me, calling me names, saying 'I'm gonna beat your motherf***ing ***' and other things, getting in my face, calling me a b****. i only cry silently- harder. I'm so sick of this. of all of this. everything. i wrote on my math paper, over and over, ihatethishellihatethishellihatethishell...
i want it to end.
don't give me that look. i don't want to die. i'm not that kind of person. i just want the pain to stop, to be able to cry when i hurt, to not have to worry what each day brings.
my father says i look thinner.
when your heart rate goes up, you burn calories. my heart rate is always up- worrying that today will be the day my bones give out, my weak ankles snap, my abused fingers crack, my ribs, so sick of the jabs and handballs, break, and i hit the floor from the agony, and crack my skull. it will happen. not today, not tomorrow. but one day. one day. and so my heart beat quickens the moment i hear the bell ring' beep beep. beep beep.' and the whistle is blown.
to day i limped the rest of the day. last week my left hand was useless from numbness. yesterday my lips were bloody from biting them so hard to keep from crying- to keep from drawing the attention of the jackals.
my guardian angles have abandoned me.
anyway, more later.

Any one know the rules of Handball?

maybe you can help me, then.
question:
How many penalty shots does team 'A' get if the whole of team 'B' mob, tackle, grab/slap at a team "A" player, who happens to hold the ball??? according to my P.E. teacher, 'Ms. Smith' none, but then, she was in the other room( the gym we play in is two adjoining rooms- she was in one, teams A and B in the other at the time of the Incident) and ignored me when i tried to tell her- because, you guessed it, i, the human-sports-equipment- magnet, was that player.
nothing was broken- but i hurt everywhere. it took my team 3 minutes to get them to stop- but either they never called Smith, she didn't hear( likely) or didn't care( leaning towards this one!)
i was hurt, and so tired of losing- the locker room jeers are sickening, and when the other team gets a goal,( the girls anyway) they scream as if Edward Cullen himself was entering the room. i swear, when I'm forced into being goalie (Smith tells me i need to 'support the team') it is no longer a game- it's as if the other team thinks its a war- and the ball is a bomb or spear or bullet- like I'm to die. my bruises have bruises.
a few impossible things i didn't believe before P.E
* P.E doesn't stand for Physical Education. ( it really stands for 'personal endangerment')
* that it is possible to have the wind knocked out of one 5 times in 4 minutes.
* that even foamy-soft balls will hurt like the devil when they make impact.
* that the teacher won't notice any of these things at all.

and she really doesn't. i asked her once, after the 5 handballs to the chest, if she would please remind the class that it is a game- and no one should be getting hurt.( after all, i can't think of a single reason for the ball to repeatedly hit me in the upper chest( yes, that kind of upper chest) and face, when the goal net only comes to the top of my KNEES!!!!
anyway more later

when did i post last- i've forgotten and that can't be good

well, i hpoe you all had a great weekend/vacation thing.
how was mine?
good, it was good.
i hung out with laralu( henceforth called Sahara) and Emmza- we saw 1 movie, 'bueaty and the beats': a latter day tale'
it was cheesy, but good. all i can say is this- only two of you will get it- creepy-stalker-guy needs to go die in a corner!!!
we went for a hike up mt. diablo- short but i was in boots and didn't have my brace with me. poor planning, i know, but i didn't think that i was going to be hiking! but i got through it, and the cousins and i had a laugh or two. or five. dozen.
we made some randomocities- silly cousin made vidios that will go on youtube one day soon- i think. gimme a year.
i was pleased with what Mouse- a cousin- has been up to- reading some of the best books of my List.
**quick note about the List.
the List is a list of books- several sections. books i read and loved, and books i will read. it isnt all written down, but if i took the time to type it all up, complete with authors ect, it would span several pages.***
anyway, so, on the hike, we discussed
Percy Jackson- the best male main charater Greek myths meet modern world series i've read( the femal best is 'the Shadow theives)
Island- that led to a high pitched talk about how the King of Pure Adventure( no fantasy/romance elements, very little Mystery) Gordon Kormon, is going to be authoring the next'39 clues' book.

then Seth-another cousin- joined in, and we discussed the joy that is Fablehaven and the Sisters Grimm- both amazing fantasy series.

we also went on a bike ride- again, i was not forewarned and had to ride a bike with a ghard seat, strange gear system, high crossbar( frame thingie) and a helmet that not only made it hard to breath, but also was so small, it didn't protect my forhead...sigh.
i never seem to get comments when i do long posts. please comment!

oh- i discovered the glory that is fan fiction. Digimon fanfiction- oh, glory! hours and hours i spend reading/ writting digimon fanfics! i feel silly, but i just LOVE digimon. the whole idea has always beenclose to my heart- 8 kids save the world- and become friends. maybe because i wanted to do something like that, something huge and meaningful- so that people would remember me. and i remember wishing for friends like them( the digidestend..) oh, the cuteness of youth.
also-i started work on a mini story- just a little short piece while i wait for some Sod and U insperation to hit. its about a girl, who in a world/relm where everyone is born with a gem/jewel, amust prove her selfworth when she is born with a dull brown pebble. i don't have the slightest clue whats going to happen, but pella's been more than kind in telling me her tale.

hrrm.
well, i'm going to quit boring you. g'night.
anyway, more later