Friday, December 16, 2016

Impractical Jokers

 So this week I went to go see the Impractical Jokers at the Palace Theater. The Impractical Jokers (technically the Tenderloins) are a comedy group with a show on TruTV. I got my mom into the show around 8 months ago. Three months ago, she surprised me with tickets to see them. 
 There was a lot of traffic when we left, and most of it was from people going to see them too. We also had to park far away because, again, there were lots of other people there. Once we finally got in, my mom and I took our seats. We were both equally excited. The show finally started and we laughed the whole way through.
 On our way back, we got Moes. It's not that exciting but I needed a way to write to finish the post. I'm currently in bed writing this, eating my quesadillas. They are delicious. Goodbye.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Sleepover With Kat

 So this weekend my friend Kat came over for a bit. It was only supposed to be for an hour, but she ended up staying all night. So first, we just stayed in my room and talked for a while. My brother had to go to this thing called Friday Nights, so we thought Kat would go before then. About 30 minutes before they had to leave, my mom asked if, after we dropped my brother off, we would like to go for a drive and get something to eat. We said sure, but we also asked if we could have a sleepover. My mom called Kat's mom and she said yes.
 After that we ran over to Kat's house to change. The clothes she was wearing were kinda stained. I was wearing a flannel shirt, so she picked one out as well. Hers was a bit big and mine was a bit small. So we switched shirts. After we had changed, my mom came to pick us up. We brought my brother to Friday Nights and then went to Starbucks. I got a hot chocolate.
 We then went to a shop that sold things like putty and strange candy. I didn't wanna go in at first, but I did anyway. It was cool. There were a lot of weird and cool stuff. Kat and I got something called bouncing putty, which didn't really bounce that much, but it was still fun to play with.
 After we picked up my brother, we went to Hannaford. We got a pizza and some things to make something called fluffy slime. Kat and I usually make slime when shes over, but this was something new. We went home and started to make it. Our first batch didn't turn out too well. We used too much shaving cream. But our second batch turned out great.
 The rest of the night was fun too. We watched a movie and then played the Sims 4 in the morning. Kat had to go home early for TaeKwonDo, but we still had fun.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Chapter Two!

  I liked posting the writing last time, so I'm posting the next chapter. It's not quite finished yet.

     Chapter 2
    Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future. Concentrate the
                       mind on the present moment.-Buddha
  The rest is a blur. I learned to hunt, found fresh water, and lived alone. I made myself a life, with no time for running. No time for the killers to find me. No time to remember. 2 years later, I’ll still live the same way. Same food, same home, same forest, same life.

  Is it boring? Would I want to stop for once? Would I want to start a pack? No. I have become a blank slate, but I know one thing. Having a family just means more loss. More sorrow. More loneliness. The killers would find us. It would turn out exact same way. Except, this time, the red fur and dull eyes would belong to me. The scared eyes watching from the bushes would be my own kin. They’d think they could survive. After all, I did. But there would be no badger to feed them. No cave to warm them. No M to save them.

 This was how my life was. Eat, sleep, drink, repeat. I began to wonder why that last step exists at all. After all, I had no purpose to live anymore. I was a robot. Confined to the same thing, day and day again. And if I did have a purpose, it would all be gone by now, along with me.  

 I do however, stop and think once in awhile. I think about my mother. My siblings. M. It’s still very hard to believe that young, hopeful pup turned into this broken, unfeeling excuse for a wolf.

 It was how my life was. Eating, drinking, sleeping, living. Until a certain thought popped into my mind one day. One that would determine my entire future.

To be continued....

Monday, November 14, 2016

Museum Trip

   So it's the beginning of the second quarter. This quarter, I'm starting art, which I'm not too excited about but it's not too bad. I'm going to try and get my grades up this quarter, because they weren't the best in the first quarter.

    Anyway, this week I went to The New York State museum, which was pretty cool. I was in charge of watching my 2 year old brother, Owen. There were a few times where we had to put him in his stroller. He even tried to climb into a few exhibits! But otherwise he was alright. My favorite part of watching him was when I got to bring him into exhibits alone. Then I could lift him up to really see the exhibits without my other siblings wanting to move along.

    My favorite part of going to the museum was getting to see the Iroquois exhibit. I really like learning about them, as they're constitution helped establish our modern-day government. Owen and I also liked the longhouse. Another one of my favorites was about the wilderness. I like the logging exhibit, and the elk exhibit where people throw coins in the water. All of us where given coins, but I gave mine to Owen. He really liked throwing them in!


Thursday, November 3, 2016

Creative Writing


    In my free time, I love to creative write. I have always wanted to post and share my writing somewhere so I decided to do it here. Enjoy.

 Light. The first thing I remember. My first memory. My first happiness. Nothing could go wrong. The world was new and it was all mine. The trees, the wind, the dirt, all of it.

   The next thing I remember is my mother, the alpha. Her dark grey fur and piercing blue eyes. I remember the way she talked to father. How she would go on and on about me. How smart I was. How clever I was. How we shared the same coat and eyes. How I would one day be alpha. Well, I was going to be an alpha. Before everything went wrong.

  I remember the running. I thought it was like every other run. That it was only for fun. That we would come back. That was until I saw the blood.

  Loud banging was heard throughout the forest, digging into the flesh of my pack. Father had just enough strength to hide me in the bushes, where my dark coat would blend in with the night. Where I would be safe from the banging.

  As I watched my mother’s eyes slowly fade dull and her fur colored red, I tried to stay calm. To remember my life. My pack. My name. To this day, the very thought of my name leaves a stinging taste in my mouth. I wanted to forget it. I wanted to kill it with the very same bang that killed my mother.

 When all was done, all I could do was walk away. I had no idea how to hunt. How to find shelter. How to live. How to hide. I knew I couldn't survive. I knew I would die.

 Three days went by before I decided to completely give up. Lying down in the dirt, I tried to forget everything that had happened. I tried to forget my pain and hunger and weakness. All I could do was cry. For hours, I lied there, sobbing. Until I heard footsteps.

 A wolf. With jet black fur and mustard yellow eyes. Carrying a badger in her mouth. She walked up to me, her claws shining in the moonlight. I watched them, waiting for them to sink into my soft flesh. But they didn't. I looked up into her eyes, begging her not to kill me. Instead, she dropped the badger to my paws. Shocked, I mumbled a thanks. She dipped her head down and said “M”. Then as quickly as she came, she left.

 I stood there for a second, wondering. I quickly picked up as much as I could and ran. That night, I stumbled upon an old cave and decided to stay there. I pulled off a small piece of the badger and stared up at the stars. That night, I started a brand new life. I remembered M and the badger, my signs of hope, and gave myself a new name.


Friday, October 21, 2016

When My Baby Brother Was Born

When I was in 5th grade, we had to do the ice bucket challenge for a showcase we had every Thursday instead of recess. I always hated it. We had to do the challenge in 30 degree weather. I was freezing.
My mom had come to pick me up because it was after school when we did it. She was pretty much super mom this summer. She had to take my brother to summer school, my sister to preschool camp, and my cousins and I to our summer camp in very hot weather while pregnant. That day, she told me that the baby was going to be born on Wednesday (it was Monday at the time). She also told my dad that my brother would be born on Tuesday so my dad wouldn’t be late. I was so excited! We already knew that my new brother’s name would be Owen. We called him that for months.
When Wednesday finally came, I was really impatient. My mom had left at 6:00, so we didn’t get to see her that morning. I kept texting her all day to see if Owen was born yet. It got to the point where my teacher had to take my phone away.
When I got home from school that day, I just gave up. I did my homework, no baby. I played on my IPad, still no baby. I fell asleep, STILL NO BABY.
Then, at last, my dad woke me up at midnight and showed me a picture of Owen. I was so excited! It was kinda hard to believe I had a new baby brother. My little sister Abby seemed excited to finally be a big sister, and my little brother Alex was excited to have a brother.
The days went by and were all pretty normal. We could only see pictures of Owen because they didn’t allow kids under eighteen to visit at the hospital because of a disease that I can’t remember the name of or what it does. It was apparently pretty bad. Anyway, three days after Owen was born, my dad picked Alex and I up from school to see him. He was so cute! But he cried ALL THE TIME.

That was all about 2 years ago. Owen is two and is starting to finally speak full sentences. He is still cute. Maybe even cuter.

-Queen Em

Friday, October 14, 2016

The Sleepover (And The Day After)

               So I meant to blog about this sooner but some things came up and I couldn't really use the computer much. Anyway, the topic of this blog is the sleepover i had with my friend Camilla last weekend (10/7/16). First thing we did was make popcorn, which is just standard sleepover stuff, and light her fire. She has a wood-burning stove (I think that's what it's called) so we had to use a ton of matches and newspapers. I hadn't lit a match before, so this was pretty big on its own, but then we got obsessed with it. We ended up lighting at least 30 matches each. But we had to stop when her sister's match broke and almost lit my sock on fire. After that incident, we just decided to go to sleep. It was almost midnight and we were getting a bit tired anyway.
              In the morning, we decided to play some board games while Camilla's sister was sleeping. I went up to get something from my bag when I tripped and fell and her fireplace. I quickly discovered that it was still a bit hot and I burnt two of my fingers. It wasn't bad though, so I just ran some cold water over them and covered them with Band-Aids.
              Later, I was getting ready to leave when Camilla asked if I wanted to go roller skating with her. I said yes of course, but her sister didn't really want to go. After a lot of arguing, we finally decided that just Camilla and I would go. We got there and immediately I remembered that I can't skate at all. After a lot of falling and almost breaking my wrist, I got it. The rest of it was pretty fun, although I tripped again once and almost dislocated my shoulder.
              After roller skating we went over to my house. We had some pizza and played another board game, which was fun. I won. We wanted Camilla to sleep over that night too, but unfortunately she couldn't. She still stayed at my house a long time, so it was still fun.
             A few hours later, it was time for Camilla to go home. She got her things from around my house and left. I spent the rest of the night chasing around my sister and her friend.
            All in all, it was a fun 25 hours. I wish we had spent a little more time roller skating, but my siblings were starting to yell so we had to go. Well maybe another time. Goodbye

                                                                                                                          -Queen Em

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The Friday of Onions

       So I have an assignment in class and I have to write about last Friday, which is when our entire team picked onions, had an assembly, and then watched random videos for the rest of the day. So basically a lazy day. I already went over the main parts, so let me go into the details.
       The first thing we did was go to a farm-type thing and pick onions. We each had to have a partner so one person can pick the onions and the other can hold the bucket. I partnered up with my good friend Sareena. So we started out really badly. We only had a few tiny onions, whereas our other friends Shreya and Renee had huge ones. Sareena (who also has a blog called Queen Rene so go look at hers) and I went further down the onion patch or hill or whatever they're called until we found more. We proceeded to fill our bucket before pretty much everyone else and then receive high praise. Sareena and I were then told to go pick more, which was hard because there were about 40-50 other pairs of students and it wasn't a very big patch or hill or whatever. I stumbled upon a stray onion that hadn't grown much. It seemed to give us good luck because, after that, we found enough onions to feed a small village. I later took that same onion home and it is currently awaiting to be eaten.
        After that we had an assembly where we watched a video about not doing drugs and being a good person. It was funny in some parts, but only because movie clips played throughout the entire video. Most of it was just sad though. A lot of teenage death to things like cancer and flying over railroad tracks. There was also a girl who used to be a model or something but her face was deformed after she checked a text from her mother while on the road. Sad.
        After all of that, school was finally over. My friend's mom drove me home. My friend and her boyfriend were also in the car too, and we decided to get doughnuts at this place that basically screams fall this time of year. I went home and my brother immediately asked for a piece, although he's two so it was more like reaching for it while screaming MINE. 
        That is all I have to say about that day. I could put in links and pictures to get extra credit, but I don't know how to put in pictures and I have no links to put in. Just mentioning this to make sure my teachers didn't think I was just lazy. Also I got a view from France, which I think is pretty cool. Hopefully that will impress my teachers. Anyways, goodbye.

                                                                                                             -Queen Em