I DID IT.

Gah. That title had the wrong effect. Don't be getting uptight, people.

Anyways, I DID IT. I made a Miriam's Isle blog.

I really wish I could make my own templates. I hate blogger templates, they're so lame. BUT I did add my own header thinger, which appears in larger form on the cover. The glory of paint.NET.

I like the blog. I just wish I could have a better template. I even added an ANTI-PIRACY warning, so that people will get scared. I don't know if you actually need a cop license or something to do that. MAYBE I HAVE ONE.

Anyways, if you want to check it out, click here.

Have Fun!

Cleaning Up of Cyberspace

One time, I had this weird fantasy that probably came from Scott Westerfields' science fiction series, Uglies. I imagined that they cleaned up the internet. Impossible, right? Like, instead of thirty million hits when you google Mars, there will be one site. Everything about Mars will be carefully and accurately written down. Basically, everything will have a site, and the websites would be perfect. Gone with the fake bribe ads and porno popups and websites baring fake info. To get an HTML space, you would need, like, a grant or something. You need a permit, and any bad info you put out will be immediately DISBANDED.

Insane, eh?

I mean, I know it'll probably never really happen, but you can dream. The only way it could actually happen was if someone formed a HUMONGUS international company that constantly monitered the 'net. It just makes me mad to see all of the crap over the internet that can practically corrupt people morally.

I like my cleanups. For someone that is not exactly a neat freak, I sure do like them. I don't like trimming around things, trying in vain to prune it back to near-perfection. I would much rather scrap it all and start fresh. For example (I know it's stupid) The Sims. If my neighborhoods get a little crowded, I don't delete a few families I made on a whim. I delete it. Then I start a new one. Oh, a better example: last spring I cleaned my room. I sorted through all my clothes and miscellaneous crap and threw out two garbage bags of stuff. It felt good to start clean.

That's what I'm doing with my blogs, now. I saved the writing on Clarabelle, just as a Microsoft Word document. I deleted "How To Be Weird" a while ago, because it was stupid anyways. I'm not positive what to do about my literary one--I never post on it, and it's hard to get into a habit that you never had.

I'm considering a "Miriam's Isle" blog. That's the novel I'm seriously working on right now. I mean, just posting bits and pieces would be fun. I would really enjoy getting your feedback on it. What do you think? (I might do it anyways, because I love creating blogs.)

~Heat Wave~

I love those swirly things. ~~~~~~~~~~
What are they?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Who cares?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, they're getting old now.
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Seriously.
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Oh, really, Jc, grow up.
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God, Jc, get a life outside of swirly things! I'm sick of them and I simply will not put up with them!
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Gracious, I'm rude. But anyways, it's SOOOOOO hot out today. Killer muggy humid, blankety compressing damp constricting hot. I hate weather like this, because I'm not at the lake!
On a random note, July fifth was the year's anniversary for my blog. :)~~
Ew, my happy face has a beard.
Last year at this time, I was going stir crazy at the lake, not exiled to the coolness of the basement packing. Rawr.

My two fish, Christine and Coraline, have been alive for so long. I'm so proud of them. But guess what? They have to die! My mother suggested I put them in my aunt's pond. I've always liked ponds with fish, but the water is green and opaque, and all of her fish died. Maybe, since they were my fish, they are so tough and hardy they'll survive the pond. But I doubt it.

VOLLEYBLAST!

My brother Landon's baseball provinicals are coming to a close. They may have a chance of going into the finals!
My family and I are camping right now, and today I have volleyball camp! You're free to sign in from eleven thirty to twelve-forty-five, which is when the camp begins. I'm really excited to be going, but kinda nervous too. I mean, it's highly likely that everyone else will be fanatical skinny people that jog in the morning and can do the six-minute run without dying. I am none of the above. Plus, I'll be the only cripple there. But my volleyball knee pads will probably slide right over my braces, hiding the horror of my deformity. Ha ha, I sound like Le Fantome de la Opera. Who is awesome.
But who knows? I could have a blast. *snork* VolleyBLAST, get it? Har-dee-har-har. I mean, during the school year during volleyball I was, modestly, one of the best players on the team. During practices I would run and cheer and work like no one's business, but I wouldn't even feel my tiredness until we had to leave. Practices were always too short. And I've got a mean spike.
This going to be a cool new experience! Whee!!
P.S. Off topic, but I'm learning how to play guitar. I'm using my brother's guitar and book, and I'm just teaching myself. It's easier than I thought, though my fingers are practically bleeding when I'm done.

Events Past and Yet To Come

So, the first past event would be my provincials. I played with another team. The reason why is because on my team, there were twelve girls picked to go to provincials, and I was fourteenth. So, the remaining six of us joined up with four other girls and voila, we had a new team.

But...we kinda sucked.

We lost every game. All three of them. The weather was miserable and rainy. One of the games was 16-0. Ouch.

But there were good parts, too. I was fourth in the batting lineup--that's the cleanup hitter, and that's the best place to be. Statistically, I hit the best on the team. But one of my friends, Beth, hit a double AND a triple. But then she just struck out the rest of the time. I got lame hits, but I usually made it to first. I sliced up my left leg sliding, too. The fun.

Also, I had a great time. Even though we suck, everyone's really friendly and we all had a good time. And finally, the Tisdale sign, where provincials were played, was hilarious.

Yes, this is the sign. "Land of Rape and Honey." Isn't that welcoming?

There is truth behind it, I learned. "Rape" is an old word for canola or something. One of the coaches told me that when I announced the motto for the town.

Plus, my sister's Squirt team won provincials. I was a Squirt last year, and we won. That makes Bill, the coach, a two-time provincial winner. According to my dad, that's like, legendary. After the game, I went up to him and said, "Two years in a row, eh? Getting old yet?"

He gasped. "What? Uh, yeah, no...wait! It never gets old!"

I love making people stumble over their words. I smiled and walked away.

Anyways, we're finally at the cabin! Yesterday was really cold, howevah. I had to wear pants. Not shorts. PANTS. And yes, I still went swimming. Duh.

Today was better. Way better. My nineteen year old cousin Brittany came. It was warm enough to swim. We launched the Sea-Doo, Frank, and I got to drive it back home from the compound. We went tubing. And the weirdest of all, we met a chipmunk named Tina.

It was the strangest thing. Britt and I were sitting on the swing, drying off, when we heard something coming from under the deck. We craned our necks, and ta-da! There was a small, grayish form scooping out dry grass before disappearing back under the planks.

Britt suggested we feed her, so we went inside and got Fibre One cereal and peanut butter crackers and dill pickle Spitz. We littered them around the opening where the ground squirrel came out. A few minutes later she ran on to the deck. The first thing we noticed that she was really fat. Second was that she is not very shy.

We tossed her peanut butter crackers, and she DEVOURED them. I swear, we were sitting a meter away from a wild animal as she munched away. After a while, Brittany fetched a spoon of peanut butter, which she cleaned. In the end, she ate seven mini crackers and a spoon of peanut butter. I even caught it on video! But I'll give you a picture instead.

Here's a lovely story. When we arrived here, we found that there was a birds' nest built on our deck, right onto our window. After conferring, we got somebody to move it to an old covered well we have beneath our stairs. With heavy hearts, we watched as the frantic parents swooped in circles all day looking for their babies. We were sure they were going to die. Then, da-da-da-DAAA...they found their children!! Now they don't dive-bomb us when we walk onto our deck. They feed their children, stuffing worms into their gaping mouths. It's so cute! And yes, I got pictures.
PS-I know the spacing is weird in this post, but Blogger is weird.

*Siiiigh*

I never thought I'd say this, but...

I MISS SCHOOL.

Yesterday at Staples I was searching for a new scribbly notebook (I bought a notebook at McNally Robinsons', but I paid too much money for it and it's too intimidating to write in. I wanted a three dollar notebook with a beautiful, fun cover that I can scribble in and not feel guilty.) I passed all the bins of pens and white-out and locker accessories with LONGING. I LOVE shopping for school supplies. I have no life!!
I just want to go to my cabin. Small town summer life really really sucks.
The pool grows boring, it's raining, and one can consume only so many Koolaid Slushies.
However, the family next door moved in. Rebecca is actually going into ninth grade, so we're not the same age after all. :( However, she's really nice and friendly. We hung out a bit the other day.
I'm sick.
I am playing too much Sims, and I swear I have not written a sentence of Miriam's Isle in a week. I wanted to finish the damn thing!
Here, I'll try and concentrate on the good stuff of summer.

1. We got a bunny. Randomly. At a petting zoo, bunnies and kittens were only five bucks. My mother walked in, and said, "Jaecy, I think we need a bunny to go with the guinea pigs. Do you think the kindergartners will like her?" I said, "Yes." So we picked a bunny the color of a burnt almond (she's a light brown, with darker fur around her ears and feet.) She's not full grown and incredibly tame and ADORABLE. We named her Clover, to go with Sugar and Spice. They get along, too.
2. I'm playing in C Provincials with a ball team from another town and some other rejects on my team. I like those dudes. I introduced myself as "Leonard" as things just kinda went downhill from there.
3. The Sims 3 is really fun, though stupid and time-consuming.
4. My siblings are playing front-yard baseball at this exact moment, which consists of second base across the street on my neighbor's lawn. And I'm gonna join them.

Whaddya know? I cheered myself up.

I WILL WRITE MIRIAM'S ISLE TONIGHT!!! PROMISE!!!!

Ciao, bella.