Made for a Modern Princess

Every morning, I wake up to the twinkling tune of my alarm clock.  I swipe my phone, turning off the alarm.  I sit up, stretching, my long, light purple hair falling over my bare shoulders.  I turn and nearly throw myself out of my bed, heart beginning to pound from being asleep to suddenly having to get up and walk around.  I stood up, pulling down my shorts that had ridden up my waist as I slept.  I walked out into the kitchen, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet.  Still very groggy, I pulled out a bowl and filled it with bran cereal and filled it with soy milk.  I ate quickly, I still had to do my hair and makeup, and then finally get dressed.  I finished my breakfast and put the bowl away.  I went to the bathroom, straightening my hair and applying light makeup.  I always felt better after putting on makeup, it seemed to make my face look softer, more gentle, and much less rough and manly.  After a final look, I left and returned to my room.  I waded through the cloths hung up in my closet, and since it was Monday, I decided to dress up rather nicely.  I pulled out a nice light pink dress and laid it on the bed.  I removed my pajamas, and put on my fabric bra, stuffing it with gel inserts, making my flat chest have some feminine curve to it.  After some adjusting, tucking and pulling, I finally got myself to how I wanted it; I grabbed the dress and pulled it on.  Pulling my hair out from the inside of the dress, I fluffed it up, adjusted my dress, grabbed my brown suede shoes and pulled them on my feet.  I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door to my car.  Opening up the back seat door and threw my backpack in side, closed the door and climbed into the driver’s seat.  I started up the car and pulled out of the drive way.  The first day of school was always fun for me, all the new students staring at me, wondering if I was a boy or girl.  Jokes on them, I’ll never tell them, because I never stay one gender for very long. 

Connecting Lines Story

To my love, Violet

I write this to you sitting in the kitchen sink.  Whose sink is it?  I wish I could tell you.  I wish I could.  But that person is dead now, dead in his own room.  For now I am staying at his house until the Corporation picks me up and takes me back to the Base.  I miss you so much, even though I have no memories of you.  I know I probably say that a lot in these letters, but I wish I could meet you.  At least once.  But it would be useless, wouldn’t it?  I would meet you, only to have my memory wiped by the Corporation for my next job.  I keep all of the letters I write to you, the letters I receive from you along with anything else on the Online Storage System.  The OSS is very convenient, isn’t it?  Whenever I wake up, knowing only my job occupation, waiting for them to give me another name, I see my arm, and the scar I carved into my own flesh.  “Go to the OSS” it reads.  I go and open it up, only having to go through so many, many letters, carefully organized for my new self to read through our history, and to fall in love with you again.  A copy of this letter shall join the pile as well.  Please write back as soon as you can.  I love you, for now, for my past, and for the future, for always.

With Love, this week’s name,

Amelia

P.S. Sorry I forgot to give you the mayonnaise.

Be a (blog) Reader

My partners were Cora and Emmi.  I read Cora's color story, Old Farmer Red’s apple orchard, Complimentary Coral, and Danger Zone.  I read Emmi's Feeling Yellow, Believe and 

I really liked Cora's Complimentary Coral poem, as I feel like it can grow into much more than just a poem.  I feel like it can easily be written into a full story.  I feel like the person who is sitting at the beach longs for something else, and finds solitude at the ocean.  Perhaps he/she is from the ocean, and wishes to return, but can't?  But these are just my interpertations, and what I want this poem to grow into.

I loved Emmi's Believe story, as I think it clearly captures a teenager's fears, fruitless attempts, and struggles.  I understand these feelings, these feelings of helplessness, of trying to please everyone and attempting to find something you don't even know what it is.  It's very deep and somewhat saddening.

Famous First and Last Lines

"I write this sitting in the kitchen sink."
I Capture the Castle, by Dodie Smith.  Born  May 3, 1896.  Died November 24, 1990 (aged 94).  She was born in n Whitefield, near Bury in Lancashire, England.  Her father died when she was two, and she and her mother went to go live with her grandparents at Kingston House, 609 Stretford Road.  I Capture the Castle was published in 1948.

The novel takes place in the 1930's, and the story is told by a series of journal entries.  Cassandra lives in an old castle owned by her father, who is a writer suffering from writer's block.  Her father bought the castle in hopes of curing his writers block.  Eventually, two young men from America move in close to Cassandra's home, Neil and Simon Cotton.  Cassandra's sister, Rose, becomes interested in Simon, due to him being wealthier.  The two eventually create a scheme for Simon to propose to Rose, but ends up proposing to Cassandra instead.  Time passes, and Rose and Niel fall in love, while Cassandra falls for Simon.  Before Simon leaves to return to the United States, he visits Cassandra for the last time.  However, she believes that he is in love with Rose, and closes the conversation early.  The book ends with another declaration of her love to him.

I would not like to read this book because there isn't any action.  I enjoy books that have adventures or fantasies in them, not pure romances where the plot is driven by the romance.  I understand that it's written as if someone was experiencing
this particular situation, but I wouldn't want to read that either.

Inspirational Quotes

Writers as Readers

Whenever I read, it usually depends on my mood.  Sometimes I read in the tub, sometimes I read while eating dinner, about to go to bed…  Other times I read in the middle of class when I’m bored/don’t want to pay attention.  I can never plan to read, you know?  I just have to pick it up and start, I can’t think, “Okay, when I go home, I’m going to read!”  I can’t do that.  Because then it’ll feel like a chore.  I only read when I’m in the mood to read.  Or if a new book has come out that interests me.

My favorite genre is fantasy/adventure.  I love reading about adventures in far off places, or about things that wouldn’t normally happen.  I think I like this genre so much because I actually crave an adventure, away from home, and doing something extraordinary.

The first time I had ever been so excited to read a book was when I first heard about the Gone series.  The book was so big to me, but I wanted to know so badly about what would happen.  I think I even began to admire the characters, or pity them.  They were in such a horrible situation, with children dying and becoming scared and violent.  But the children were also very strong, attempting to move forward with the horrible hand fate had dealt to them.  The book on the total opposite spectrum on this scale would be Twilight.  I had to do those stupid reading logs in middle school, and no books were interesting to me at the time, so I read it.  It was a daily 30 minute torture.  I had to sludge through half the entire book until anything got interesting.  It was just awful to me.  Needless to say, I never did finish the series.

I don’t remember the first book I ever read, but I do know which books I read the most.  When I was very small, I had many books with fairy tales in them, so I would read those a lot.  I read The Little Mermaid a lot when I was slightly older and could read better, because the writing style was more difficult.  I also had this book of fairy stories with beautiful illustrations of fairies.  I loved the book so much and read it all the time.  I want to read the rest of Hans Christian Anderson’s stories, but I don’t know where to get copies of his stories… 

My favorite book series really depends upon my mood at the present moment.  Sometimes Harry Potter is my favorite, then it’s Maximum Ride, then it’s the Gone series.  All these book series are my favorite because they deal with high impact adventure and themes that aren’t always human.  I’ve always wanted to go on a dangerous adventure with dragons and magic, or being able to fly, so I read these books to try to live through them.