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2014, come and gone like the blink of an eye. Good things bad things, every year will have them. Some good worth noting, I went to Florida for the first time, my parents got us our new house, I stopped being friends with someone I never liked, I started to develop a sense of self esteem this year and my new friends have helped me with that. For every good thing I could throw at you there is a bad. I lost my gram, I found my father, I lost touch with my best friend, someone I loved moved away and has fallen off the face of the earth. This year has given me good things, hard situations and outright just bad things. 2015 will probably be no different. It will give me the same things but in different lighting and at different angles. It will not be different but I will respond to things differently. Instead of just dropping a friend and not giving them a word about it, I'll talk to them. Tell them why I'm leaving them behind. What has changed me and what they had to do with it. Why I've had enough. 2015 will be different, but it will be the same. "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get."

Snow??

In my opinion it is a good thing that the snow is gone!! I hate snow and I don't like winter!!!! Everything is dead and cold and ugly. I would break into the mansion and destroy the snow machine. They still have Christmas in Florida and Texas don't they? Even without snow we can still have Christmas! I think snow is pointless and bad. You can die from being sick, that sickness could have been caused by snow. I'm lookin' at you hypothermia. Thank goodness it is gone! I hope it stays gone. I feel there is no need for it. 

No Gravity

When I was younger, I used to lie down in front of my dresser and look up at the mirror. I imagined that the cieling was the floor and what it would be like to walk and dance on the cieling. I imagined myself running and leaping and watching everyone else below me. It wasn't cluttered like my floor. Just the soft eggshell white of my plaster cieling. I would pretend that I was at a mascarade ball and the centerpiece was the beautiful little chandelier that my grandma bought for my room. It stood upright by itself and glowed like a candle. 

Thanksgiving!!!! :D

Thanksgiving is awesome when it's at my grandma's house. She makes her deviled eggs and they are amazing. They are the best thing at Thanksgiving dinner!! They are the one thing I really look forward to. I also look forward to my great grandma's carrot cake. She is going to be 90 next year and she still makes cakes, pies, cookies, and all kinds of other stuff! I will not go near my grandma's coleslaw. I HATE coleslaw. I cannot stand it!!! It makes me sick! We have the wonderful family tradition of sitting in the family room, watching the football game, and yelling at the television. It's great fun to watch my uncle and my grandpa get drunk and argue over who they think will win.

To my wallflower

Dear friend, 

  I know it has been a few months since we talked last, but the other day when I texted you, you listened. I needed to talk and you texted me right back and said you were here to listen. I needed time to find out who I was and you gave me all the time I needed and more. You are the best friend I could ever ask for. We've cried, laughed, hugged, even sang ridiculous songs together in the car and when I need you most, you're there for me. I want to return the favor but I can't. It just seems like you won't open up to me when I know that you can and I know that you have before. So, to my wallflower, I love you and everything that comes along with you as my friend. My wallflower, I need you and I'm pretty sure that you need me. Together we are stronger and together we are infinite. 

                                    Love always,

                                                 Anna

Spring cleaning

My closet door squeaked as I opened it. I looked inside at the massive amount of stuff that had somehow built up over the course of a month. I sat down and began working my way through it all. I reached through all the junk and my into my hand a little brass knob fell. I slowly turned it, wiggling my wrist to make some room, and pushed open the door it was attached to. A long brightly colored tunnel became visible. I dug through the crap and crawled into the tunnel. There was a door on the other end that opened into a large, dully lit drawing room. How I had never found this place before was beyond me. I walked around the curious place and realized it was like my home. I walked into the kitchen where a woman, my mother, had her back to me. She was cooking. My mother never cooked at home so it was worrisome to see her cooking. I called out to her but she did not hear me. I wondered why. It was almost as if my voice did not work in such a place. I went quickly back to the drawing room where the door was. I tried to pull it open but it had been sealed shut   I realized that I could not go back. That I had no voice. That I am dead. I do not know how I died but I am a spirit that cannot be at rest until I figure out my business here. I will live in this state for eternity.  

Halloween

This year for Halloween, I fought the stereotypes and instead of going as a monster or a killer, I went as a demon hunter from my favorite show, Supernatural. When we got to the creepy house, my friend Dylan, who was dressed as my brother, Sam, dared me to go in and  look around. I walked up the creaky front steps and the front door slowly opened revealing although. no one was there. I stepped in and saw the glow from a television in the next room. Upon stepping into the room, I saw an old woman sitting in a rocking chair. She turned around and waved a finger at me with an angry face. I felt the plastic of my toy gun turn cold, almost as if it were changing into metal. The plastic knife in the hole in my jeans grew a sharp edge and sliced a thin line into my leg. 

As of right now, I am a demon hunter. I drive across the country in my '67 impala with my brother and kill demons. 

Honey, I shrunk my students

What'd you do Ms. Hudson?!?!?! We've all been shrunk to insect size and now we have to get your attention. You had better give us all A's for the rest of the year. The students pondered how to get the attention of their teacher when someone spoke up and said, "How about the white board? we can write on it and get her attention. We just tell her where to look and when she looks there, we'll be there. Flawless plan. Nothing can go wrong now." We all got on each other's shoulders and the last one of us climbed up and stood on the marker tray. "Write, 'HOODSON, YOU SHRUNK US, LOOK ON YOUR DESK!!!'" somebody yelled. The student wrote it on the board but it ended up being too small to read. "You need to write it bigger!"
"I can but I won't be able to do all of the message!"
"USE THE LANGUAGE OF TEXTING!!! USE THE TEXT!!!!"
The student in the tray nodded and wrote, 'HOODSON, U SHRNK US, LUK ON UR DSK!!!'
"There that should work," someone said. we all jumped down and ran towards Ms. Hoodson's desk. when we finally got there, we sat down and waited for her to get back. When she got back in the room, she looked at the board and then looked down at her desk. before she realized it was us, she had squished us all. Ms. Hudson is still in prison for the murder and kidnappings of her 5th hour English 2 class.

Fictional Know-Abouts

A young boy once asked his mother, "Mama, why is the sky blue?
     His mother thought for a while and said, "Because other things picked the other colors first."

    "What do you mean, Mama?" He asked. 

    "Well, the dirt picked brown, the grass chose green, that car," she then pointed to a car outside the window, "chose to be red. The sun chose yellow, the clouds chose white and gray. The stars chose purple, silver, yellow, and orange. The only thing left for the sky was blue." 

    "But why did it get to choose last?" The boy said, very focused now. 

    "We'll you see, everything else thought that since the sky was so big, it'd take all the colors for itself, so they made it wait until everything else had chosen."

Worst Scare of my Life

It was actually a few weeks ago. I was in the store with my grandma when her brother, my uncle, called. He said that the hospital had just called him and my great gram had just went into code blue. My grandma hung up the phone and we left the store almost as soon as we'd gotten there. We rushed to the hospital across town where Gram was and we went in. At the front desk, the lady searched for Gram but couldn't come up with anything. They had told us on the phone that she'd been moved to the ICU, but it still said she was in her room. We were directed upstairs and down to her room and after many trials and errors, a counselor finally sat us down in the room next to her's and told us that Gram had died. She'd gone in for a gallbladder removal and she ended up not coming out. The worst part was waiting for everyone else to get to the hospital. We were quiet and my mom shot me dirty looks for some reason, as if she thought it was my fault or maybe she thought I shouldn't be crying. This is the scary kind of scary. This is real and the consequences are real. "That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."

How to Survive a Horror Movie

To be completely honest, I would be the first one to die. I would probably end up dying a sad, lonely, painful death. The thing I'd be running from would probably be zombies. In all honesty, I would probably shoot a few zombies and then throw myself to them because, duh. they're awesome. No one will survive and everyone will become a zombie eventually. Unless somehow you are like R from warm bodies. I think I'd shoot a zombie or two because I want to contribute to the cause. After that I'd just be like, "Okay. Setting gun down. Walking towards zombies. And now I'm dying. Yay." I would love to be a zombie. They're just awesome.

Fictional World

If I were to choose any fictional world to live in, I would have to pick the world of Doctor Who. In this T.V. series, the main character, The Doctor, travels with a companion in his time machine called the TARDIS. TARDIS stands for time and relative demention (probably spelled that crazy wrong) in space. I would love to travel with The Doctor because he knows every secret of the universe and Doctor Who is just awesome.  I would save lives and stop people from blowing up planets. I would probably die on one of the missions as most of the companions die a slow and tragic death.

Urban Legend

I remember a story that I was told, about black water. I found a retelling of the story on cracked.com. It is copied and pasted below.

"The Legend:

We tend to be really trusting of what comes out of the shower head or kitchen faucet. The people in charge wouldn't let water make it as far as our homes if it hadn't been treated and filtered to the point of near sterility. Even if you have an open cut on your hand, you don't hesitate to stick that shit right under the tap.

After all, what's the worst thing that could be in the water? What's the absolute worst possible thing?

The Truth:

Guests at the Hotel Cecil in downtown Los Angeles were having trouble with their water. There was weak pressure, it smelled and tasted funny, and it wasn't just coming out brown, it was coming out black. Black as death, you could say (whoops, was that a spoiler?). Unfortunately, the residents of the Cecil didn't heed Homer Simpson's immortal wisdom ("If it's brown, drink it down, but if it's black, send it back") and just kept bathing in and drinking the hotel's rank water for nearly a week.

"We thought it was just the way [the water] was here," guest Sabrina Baugh told a reporter. No, Sabrina, black stench water isn't just the way it is anywhere.

Finally, one of the Cecil's bizarrely reluctant-to-complain residents (most hotel guests will make a scene if their mint isn't placed at the right angle on their pillow) mentioned something about the water and a maintenance worker was sent to check things out. He made a stomach-churning discovery -- in one the hotel's four large cisterns he found the decomposed and liquefying body of a young woman.

She had somehow fallen into the tank, turning the hotel's water into a corpse consomme the guests of the Cecil had been drinking down for weeks. The body was that of Canadian student Elisa Lam, and it remains a mystery how she ended up in the Cecil's water supply. Was it suicide? An accident? Or something more sinister? CCTV footage from Lam's last night alive show her acting in a furtive, agitated fashion, almost as if she was afraid she was being followed, and a guest staying below Lam reported hearing a "tremendous racket" from above the night she died.

Or maybe it was dark forces within the hotel itself that did Lam in? The Cecil's history is so dark, it makes the Overlook Hotel look like a TripAdvisor top pick. The Cecil has been the scene of numerous murders and suicides, and not one, but two serial killers have stayed there. But hey, on the other hand, it only costs $65 a night! Just, you know, bring your own water."

Can I just say, ew. There. it's said for all of us. This story left me on edge but knowing that it was true was the closing thought in my opinion. Creepy, weird, and flat out scary? D. All of the above. I think the part that stuck with me most was the fact that the guests were just accepting it. If I were to stay in a hotel room and the water was coming out black, I would tell someone and get out of there because that,^^ is not normal.

One Song

I love the song "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" by Panic at the Disco. It hasn't exactly changed my life except for wasting my time on YouTube listening to it. I don't know why I love it so much but the sound is just great I think. I also like the song "Vegas Lights" by Panic at the Disco. I have also started getting addicted to "Sarah Smiles." It's a great song. I am really getting in to them. At first I was not sure about them. After a while I really liked them. I also love old music. I really enjoy Metallica, AC/DC, The Beatles, Nirvana, and Coldplay.

Bragging rights

I am great at everything. Except the things that I've never done and the things that I'm not very good at. All the rest I'm good at! I draw well but I paint even better. I do competitive shooting and I am good at that too. I go every Thursday with my grandpa and my mom if she's not working. Sometimes it's just for practice and other times it's competition against the other shooters. Last night I got an 87 on one target and I was very proud of myself. I am pretty good at singing(at least I think I am). I keep up with schoolwork except posting my blogs according to Chase. I'm also good at being bored. I am bored all the time...

School?

School, what other way is there to describe it? Everyday, you go and spend eight hours of your life at school. Everyday, you sit inside and look outside and sometimes wish you weren't there. I however see school differently. I just moved to Washburn three weeks ago and I am willing to get up at 5:30 Monday through Friday to come to school. "But why??" You might ask and I will tell you. 

    I am willing to go to school everyday because I have new friends. All of my friends were great with accepting me and I want to learn new things about them. I learn something new about each of them every day.