April 28

Fifty Minutes of Freedom

She gave me fifty minutes. Let’s do this.

There isn’t much inspiration in my mind as far as writing goes. Strangely, I’ve been more inspired than usual, and yet none of it is about writing. Even now I’m more interested in the Book Fair title than this actual blog post…

It’s for a grade, alright?

On a higher note, the drama plays are next week. I’ve never really under stood that term: “on a higher note”. I mean, as a fellow alto I should know that low notes can sound just as good as high ones, and that the low notes are needed to pick up the high ones. Well, I guess you could argue that the word “high” I generally thought to be positive, but in this day and age, the word “high” has a double meaning…

I’ll just stop now.

So yeah, before my weird mind interrupted me, the drama plays are next week, and this time it’s very special, because Forest Trail fifth graders will be attending, and that means two of my siblings are gonna see me perform without my parents having to go out of their way to bring them.

My thoughts keep drifting to emo music. I blame Carly. She and I listened to a bunch of emo bands on our way to Six Flags last Friday.

You know, the trip where Ella forced me on the Iron Rattler? The one where my choir got a superior rating from the judges?

Yeah, that one.

Ugh. Is this post long enough yet? I’m getting a headache.

I got a migraine—


My pain ranges from up, down, and sideways—


I’m so off track. Also, it’s Thursday.

So my little sister (and when I say “little” I mean it literally and figuratively) had a sleepover birthday last weekend and I was afraid I would be shunned by her hipster-ish friends. Not like I’m looking for approval from a bunch of 11/10-year-olds, it’s more of that I wanted to be able to walk out of my room and not be given strange looks from a cluster of girls.

Also, there was a chocolate fountain, I had to be on their good side.

So instead of staying locked in my room for twenty-four hours like I expected, I instead told inappropriate “seventh grader jokes” as they called it. Then, when they were going to sleep on the five-person recliner couch upstairs, I told them scary stories, scared the bejesus out of them, stole food from the fridge, and went to bed.

On the floor, but that’s hardly important.

Then, that morning, I ate donuts for breakfast. The end.

And, you know, now it’s Thursday, and my Shakespeare obsession is crawling back into my mind because of that stupid field trip that was so fun on Wednesday.

Typical TJ.

Typical, typical TJ.

February 5

My Life

You’ll often find me at lunch joking about how I don’t have a life, but that couldn’t be any less true.

Between choir, oral reading UIL, Girl Scouts, schoolwork, GT, and soon drama, my schedule is pretty full. Maybe not always after school, but definitely during it. Today itself I have to go to UIL practice during lunch and I’m selling Girl Scout cookies at Loupe Tortilla. Tomorrow, I have to spend all day at regional choir practice before I actually have the whole performance. From there, I go to my brother’s birthday party. The next day, I’ll decide what I want to do my GT exhibition on and finish the worksheet about it. Then, comes my homework.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it all. All of my best friends are in at least one of those things with me. Lily is in UIL and choir, Nicole is in Girl Scouts, Karena is in GT. Drama will have most everyone, with the absence of a few.

So why write an entire blog post about it, you ask? Well, besides the fact that I couldn’t think of anything else, this is a blog, and shouldn’t blogs have something to do with your life?

I’m not here to complain, I have nothing to change complain about. I’m just here to tell about the hardships of having a busy schedule. So, let us begin

If homework isn’t enough, I also have friends (although I have no idea why) who want me to hang out with them. It’s not like I don’t want too, it’s just that sometimes, I can’t!

Then there’s the fact that I am unbearably lazy. If the word workis mentioned, I’ll probably run off screaming (which will be all the exercise I receive that day). Even if there’s money put on it, I’ll more then likely not do it.

Being an epic procrastinator is the worst part of it all. I always feel like there’s something better I should do, like reply to that text or listen to the entire Save Rock And Roll album by Fall Out Boy. It usually takes several requests from my mom before I finally get up and do my work. I’m not one o check the time, so if I have to be somewhere I probably won’t get there exactly on time, which is a habit I should probably stop…

And that kids, is why you should do nothing but stay home and browse Tumblr in your Star Wars pajamas and eat Ben And Jerry’s all day.

Now if you’ll excuse me, instead of making a proper ending for this, I have to listen to the entire Phantom of the Opera soundtrack.

Until next week, your faithful servant,

October 22

She: A Poem

She listens,
And she hears silence.

She stares,
And she sees black.

She feels,
And there is nothing.

She screams,
But no sound escapes her lips.

She sleeps,
But does not dream.

She wakes,
But she is unaware.

She thinks,
But has no ideas.

She weeps,
But has no tears.

She’s unknown.
Uncared for.

But she is beautiful,
She is kind,
She is smart.

She is brave,
And strong,
And worth it.

If you only took the time to know her.
To listen to her.
To see her.
To wipe away her tears.

A/N: This poem made my friend cry… #themanliestoftearshavebeenshed

October 15

A Story in Dialogue

“Hi, Juliet, how goes it?”

“Magnificent, you?”

“Not so good. I think I’ve officially become a disappointment.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Look at me, Alex! My hair has about as much life as a corpse, it’s color unrecognizable. My personality flaws, a lot. And my face cracks a mirror. I am the literal definition of defective.

“You have me.”

“How are you being so nonchalant about this? I thought we were friends!”

“We are.”

“I betcha you don’t remember when my birthday is!”

“Trust me, I know.”


“A-Alex, what…”

“They just said it, surprise.”

“But it isn’t my birthday…”

“Even better, it’s National Blond Day!”

“But I’m a redhead; and everyone else here is not a blonde.”

“I know.”

“Then why—”

“We’re gonna make fun of it, dumdum.”


“Juliet, c’mon over here!”

“It looks like Maria wants to party.”


Watch me whip!

“Juliet, this is my jam!”


Now watch me Nae Nae.”



“Why’d you do this for me?”

“To prove you wrong.”

“About what?”

“Being a disappointment. Just look at how many people showed up.”

“I guess I was being a bit overdramatic…”

“Not at all. It’s okay to feel unloved sometimes, but when you do, just remember that I’ll always be here to slap you in the back of the head affectionately.”

“You’re awesome, Alex.”

“Yes. And remember, semper ubi sububi.

I have no clue why I wrote this, or if there’s a National Blonde Day. But anyway, hope you like it!