Stealing is the STUPIDEST THING YOU CAN EVER DO!!!!!!

Has this happened to you? You have something, anything of value, and you love it to death and it’s STOLEN? You feel so violated. Some jerk has broken into your house (or car, or store, or anything…) and stolen some things that had meaning to you. Why do they do this? If they’re looking for money, there are so many solutions to this besides the outrageously STUPID choice of stealing from another human. Do they not realize that these people have FEELINGS? Or, maybe the things stolen were of PRICELESS SENTIMENTAL VALUE, POSSIBLY FROM A DECEASED RELATIVE?DO THEY NOT REALIZE THAT THIS BEHAVIOR IS A VERY STUPID-HEAD THING TO DO?!!!!!! AGH! And, on top of that, IT’S ILLEGAL!!! DON’T STEAL! Can you tell this happened to me recently? No? Should I tell you about it?
Yes, yes I should.
It was a lovely winter day in Arizona… okay. That sounds dumb.
We were having a lazy day. Just relaxing, when I realized we’d been watching TV all day long. How lame. So I got my little sister to take a nice bike ride with me. We headed out to the backyard to fetch her bike, along with my beautiful purple five-speed. It wasn’t there. Oh well, I can go to the porch, it’s there, I know it!
Oh, no. No no no no no no! It’s GONE! Strangely I kept a calm face, despite the sinking feeling in my stomach. I told my mom, who told her mom, and then she called around the neighborhood telling of my predicament. Now I was getting ticked. How dare they? How dare they come to my house to steal from me? They had no grounds for this! They’ll probably sell it on the black market or something, which makes it worse. Oh well. I really hope that I see whoever stole it riding slowly past my house on my bike, as if taunting me. I miss it, but then I go back out and catch him the second time. I pounce on him with ninja-like awesomeness, and I beat his face in. Then I tell him off, and take my bike back, jubilant with my success.
Cool idea, don’t you think?

-DQ#1

Stealing is the STUPIDEST THING YOU CAN EVER DO!!!!!!

Has this happened to you? You have something, anything of value, and you love it to death and it’s STOLEN? You feel so violated. Some jerk has broken into your house (or car, or store, or anything…) and stolen some things that had meaning to you. Why do they do this? If they’re looking for money, there are so many solutions to this besides the outrageously STUPID choice of stealing from another human. Do they not realize that these people have FEELINGS? Or, maybe the things stolen were of PRICELESS SENTIMENTAL VALUE, POSSIBLY FROM A DECEASED RELATIVE?DO THEY NOT REALIZE THAT THIS BEHAVIOR IS A VERY STUPID-HEAD THING TO DO?!!!!!! AGH! And, on top of that, IT’S ILLEGAL!!! DON’T STEAL! Can you tell this happened to me recently? No? Should I tell you about it?
Yes, yes I should.
It was a lovely winter day in Arizona… okay. That sounds dumb.
We were having a lazy day. Just relaxing, when I realized we’d been watching TV all day long. How lame. So I got my little sister to take a nice bike ride with me. We headed out to the backyard to fetch her bike, along with my beautiful purple five-speed. It wasn’t there. Oh well, I can go to the porch, it’s there, I know it!
Oh, no. No no no no no no! It’s GONE! Strangely I kept a calm face, despite the sinking feeling in my stomach. I told my mom, who told her mom, and then she called around the neighborhood telling of my predicament. Now I was getting ticked. How dare they? How dare they come to my house to steal from me? They had no grounds for this! They’ll probably sell it on the black market or something, which makes it worse. Oh well. I really hope that I see whoever stole it riding slowly past my house on my bike, as if taunting me. I miss it, but then I go back out and catch him the second time. I pounce on him with ninja-like awesomeness, and I beat his face in. Then I tell him off, and take my bike back, jubilant with my success.
Cool idea, don’t you think?

-DQ#1

Stealing is the STUPIDEST THING YOU CAN EVER DO!!!!!!

Has this happened to you? You have something, anything of value, and you love it to death and it’s STOLEN? You feel so violated. Some jerk has broken into your house (or car, or store, or anything…) and stolen some things that had meaning to you. Why do they do this? If they’re looking for money, there are so many solutions to this besides the outrageously STUPID choice of stealing from another human. Do they not realize that these people have FEELINGS? Or, maybe the things stolen were of PRICELESS SENTIMENTAL VALUE, POSSIBLY FROM A DECEASED RELATIVE?DO THEY NOT REALIZE THAT THIS BEHAVIOR IS A VERY STUPID-HEAD THING TO DO?!!!!!! AGH! And, on top of that, IT’S ILLEGAL!!! DON’T STEAL! Can you tell this happened to me recently? No? Should I tell you about it?
Yes, yes I should.
It was a lovely winter day in Arizona… okay. That sounds dumb.
We were having a lazy day. Just relaxing, when I realized we’d been watching TV all day long. How lame. So I got my little sister to take a nice bike ride with me. We headed out to the backyard to fetch her bike, along with my beautiful purple five-speed. It wasn’t there. Oh well, I can go to the porch, it’s there, I know it!
Oh, no. No no no no no no! It’s GONE! Strangely I kept a calm face, despite the sinking feeling in my stomach. I told my mom, who told her mom, and then she called around the neighborhood telling of my predicament. Now I was getting ticked. How dare they? How dare they come to my house to steal from me? They had no grounds for this! They’ll probably sell it on the black market or something, which makes it worse. Oh well. I really hope that I see whoever stole it riding slowly past my house on my bike, as if taunting me. I miss it, but then I go back out and catch him the second time. I pounce on him with ninja-like awesomeness, and I beat his face in. Then I tell him off, and take my bike back, jubilant with my success.
Cool idea, don’t you think?

-DQ#1

I did it.

Well, a few days ago, I got to do one of the things I have aspired to do for a long time. It’s a stupid thing, I know. But all the same…
I was able to babysit three kids whom I have silently adored for years. Not alone, mind you. My friend called and asked if I wanted to go just to keep her company. I wasn’t really going to watch them, but still! It was my chance to play with them, and talk to them. Even if I was simply a standby, an invisible helper.
That last part was T-R-U-E.
We got there, and the kids instantly started screaming for my friend. Nobody screamed for me. At least I was there. Nobody even noticed me, I was an intruder, a freak. I didn’t belong. So I stood there smiling like an idiot, indulging myself with the thought that I was here with them. Even if they didn’t notice or care in the least.
And as it turns out, I wasn’t invisible after all.
Well, mostly.
I got my hair brushed by a two year old. Well, more like yanked…
And the oldest girl talked to me and sat by me for a movie.
And the oldest boy? he called me a hobo.
But it was really fun, and I’m glad I got to watch those cute kids before they move.

-DQ#1

I did it.

Well, a few days ago, I got to do one of the things I have aspired to do for a long time. It’s a stupid thing, I know. But all the same…
I was able to babysit three kids whom I have silently adored for years. Not alone, mind you. My friend called and asked if I wanted to go just to keep her company. I wasn’t really going to watch them, but still! It was my chance to play with them, and talk to them. Even if I was simply a standby, an invisible helper.
That last part was T-R-U-E.
We got there, and the kids instantly started screaming for my friend. Nobody screamed for me. At least I was there. Nobody even noticed me, I was an intruder, a freak. I didn’t belong. So I stood there smiling like an idiot, indulging myself with the thought that I was here with them. Even if they didn’t notice or care in the least.
And as it turns out, I wasn’t invisible after all.
Well, mostly.
I got my hair brushed by a two year old. Well, more like yanked…
And the oldest girl talked to me and sat by me for a movie.
And the oldest boy? he called me a hobo.
But it was really fun, and I’m glad I got to watch those cute kids before they move.

-DQ#1

I did it.

Well, a few days ago, I got to do one of the things I have aspired to do for a long time. It’s a stupid thing, I know. But all the same…
I was able to babysit three kids whom I have silently adored for years. Not alone, mind you. My friend called and asked if I wanted to go just to keep her company. I wasn’t really going to watch them, but still! It was my chance to play with them, and talk to them. Even if I was simply a standby, an invisible helper.
That last part was T-R-U-E.
We got there, and the kids instantly started screaming for my friend. Nobody screamed for me. At least I was there. Nobody even noticed me, I was an intruder, a freak. I didn’t belong. So I stood there smiling like an idiot, indulging myself with the thought that I was here with them. Even if they didn’t notice or care in the least.
And as it turns out, I wasn’t invisible after all.
Well, mostly.
I got my hair brushed by a two year old. Well, more like yanked…
And the oldest girl talked to me and sat by me for a movie.
And the oldest boy? he called me a hobo.
But it was really fun, and I’m glad I got to watch those cute kids before they move.

-DQ#1

Popular blog = more posts?

Just contemplating…
you’ve read some popular blogs, right? I’ll just assume that you have. I’ll also assume you follow some such popular blogs. Have you noticed how often they post? I follow a blog and the author will post at least five or more A DAY. Is that just how they become popular? Posting 24/7? I’ll also assume that’s the answer. So, what about the others? Can a blog be popular without posting often? Maybe not. But what about this blog? I think I post often enough, but no one reads it.
You know what’s dumb? I’ve sort of mutually convinced myself that I can’t post more than once a day. So I leave all my brilliant inspirations behind to be forgotten, all because of what
I think. But from now on, I’m going to post whenever I feel like it.

-DQ#1

p.s., how cute is this kid??? He has sprouted two little teeth, and is scooting around like a madman!

Popular blog = more posts?

Just contemplating…
you’ve read some popular blogs, right? I’ll just assume that you have. I’ll also assume you follow some such popular blogs. Have you noticed how often they post? I follow a blog and the author will post at least five or more A DAY. Is that just how they become popular? Posting 24/7? I’ll also assume that’s the answer. So, what about the others? Can a blog be popular without posting often? Maybe not. But what about this blog? I think I post often enough, but no one reads it.
You know what’s dumb? I’ve sort of mutually convinced myself that I can’t post more than once a day. So I leave all my brilliant inspirations behind to be forgotten, all because of what
I think. But from now on, I’m going to post whenever I feel like it.

-DQ#1

p.s., how cute is this kid??? He has sprouted two little teeth, and is scooting around like a madman!

Popular blog = more posts?

Just contemplating…
you’ve read some popular blogs, right? I’ll just assume that you have. I’ll also assume you follow some such popular blogs. Have you noticed how often they post? I follow a blog and the author will post at least five or more A DAY. Is that just how they become popular? Posting 24/7? I’ll also assume that’s the answer. So, what about the others? Can a blog be popular without posting often? Maybe not. But what about this blog? I think I post often enough, but no one reads it.
You know what’s dumb? I’ve sort of mutually convinced myself that I can’t post more than once a day. So I leave all my brilliant inspirations behind to be forgotten, all because of what
I think. But from now on, I’m going to post whenever I feel like it.

-DQ#1

p.s., how cute is this kid??? He has sprouted two little teeth, and is scooting around like a madman!

Obviously, Wii have a lot of fun…

It’s the day after Christmas. The whole entire house is a mess, and nobody really seems to care. The living room is pretty much past hope, strewn over with wrapping paper and small presents nobody has claimed yet. We’re all playing around with our presents, and spending time together, even though we’re doing separate things.
The sound of falsetto, slightly out of tune singing rings throughout the house as the sound of rubber drums bang on and on, with alternating rhythms. And the same song is being played over and over. Yes, everyone, we have gotten a Wii for Christmas. Yes, I’m talking about Rock Band. Well, actually Band Hero, but it’s basically the same. 😛 The Wii has been playing nonstop for the last two days, and it’s getting kinda annoying.
How was your Christmas? Mine was fabulous, I got all kinds of cool stuff. Like a fuzzy robe. I also got a beautiful notebook, with a real calligraphy pen. I can begin my career as an author in style!
Speaking of writing, I, being the amazing writer that I am, have decided upon a story. It’s about a girl and a boy. Original, huh? Anyway, this girl in their school who calls herself “the matchmaker” decides to try an experiment with Lois, the main character, and Matthew, the other main character. But Lois thinks that Matthew is a conceited jerk who is so full of himself that he doesn’t think anyone is worth his time. But she just doesn’t know him. and I’m not quite done with the plot, but that’s what I have so far. When I type it out like this, it sounds stupid. But I’m trying not to over think.

-DQ#1