Attempt #2

The memories flooded my mind as I trudged onwards.

"Andrea?" My mother's melodic voice entered my ears. I look up to see her standing at the foot of my bed, with her hands crossed. "Andy, get up and get dressed, the guests have arrived and you know your father won't be pleased if you don't come down." I look back at the book in my hands but sigh in defeat knowing that my mother won't budge. 

"I'll be down in a few minutes" I say, reassuringly and my mother leaves with a slight nod. I watch her retreating figure clad in an elegant red gown. She was always so graceful, so beautiful, unlike me.

I get dressed quickly in the blue gown my father said I was to wear and leave my room. When I reach the stairs, I take a moment and glance into the mirror perched on the wall nearby. 

A girl looks back at me. She looks pretty but you can see the sadness, the scars she has and you realise that she isn't perfect, that she is weak. That is something that can't be tolerated in this household. I blink and that girl is gone. Hidden behind a mask of cold aloofness. This girl is strong, she is beautiful and she has no scars, she is perfect.

She isn't me.

Attempt to write #1

Crunch

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Crunch

The sound of my boots echoed in the deep snow in the silence of the night.Once they had been a pretty blue with white stars that glittered when the light hit them but now they were unrecognisable being torn and tattered, completely covered with dirt and mud. I tried to keep them clean but after so much wear and tear there was only so much what one could do. The rest of my attire was in the same state as my boots. Old, torn and dirty. I couldn't afford new clothes anymore, couldn't afford anything really. The old memories started resurfacing as I continued trudging in the snow getting colder and colder by the minute but by now, after so long, the cold didn't bother me as much. I tried to shake them away and tried to focus on something else, anything else but in the end the memories won. They always did in the end.

A Joint Project: The Typo Dictionary

This is a dictionary of the typos me and my best friend, Awesome Idiot started. Check out her blog! She be awesome as her name states.( http://inlovewithmabed.blogspot.com/p/the-typo-dictionary-new.html )

2014

1. Lolwisa:
Originated from Lolsies, which in turn has originated from Lol (Laugh out loud)
Meaning: Laughing at wise things that people say.
Sentence: I always lolwisa at the lectures of the principle xD

2. Gpung:
Originated from going.
New meaning: Alternative word for puke or puking.
Sentence: Your disgusting jokes never fail to make me gpung.

3. Unlease:
Originated from Unleash.
New meaning: Opposite of unease.
Sentence: It is impossible not to love people who make me feel at unlease.

Sherlock Is Back!

SHERLOCK HOLMES IS BACK!

Season three, I dont think I can handle it! All hail the brilliance of Moffat and Gatiss. I have read the books by Arthur Conan Doyle and the innovative twist these two people have put on his stories is amazing. I hated Martin Freeman's mustache and I am so glad that he shaved it because it was not working. In my opinion mustaches are hard to pull off but Benedict Cumberbatch's drawn on French one worked somehow maybe because its just because its him. Getting off the topic of mustaches and coming back to Sherly's ( I call sherlock that) return, I expect an amazing season.

One thing I really want is for Moriarty to come back somehow because who doesn't love a good villain? Andrew Scott is one awesome actor and perfect for Moriarty. If he came back it would be awesome and I think he could like he shot himself in the mouth right? Uhhh what if his gun didn't shoot just made a huge bang and he had some blood pellets or something and he squeezed them and presto! Not dead!

On second thoughts, I don't think that's gonna work. Well I raise my Coca Cola to a fantastic season!

Why Is Randomosity Bliss?

Random- an adjective that describes me pretty well. Like right now while writing this I am thinking if sharks poop and dogs jumping through a hoop. Someone can say anything and I can find some sort of connection to something that really has nothing to do with it and my answer can be pretty different to what people expect.

These random thoughts are interesting. They make me weird or different or whatever but I dont mind being different, that's just me being me. They make me question everything and everyone and make life more intriguing for me.

So the point is they make me happy. They make me unique and because of my randomness people do laugh. Random stories out of nowhere just because I was thinking about them, random jokes and just random thoughts. Yeah, some think I am pretty wacko and maybe they are right but as Albert Einstein said:"... Am I or the others crazy?" My thoughts and opinions are completely out of the blue but they are kinda a source of entertainment and questioning everything in life and just being yourself, its not all that bad.

Now, I have a random question for you.
What the hell was the person thinking who grabbed a cow's udders and said I am gonna drink what comes out?

I saw it online and I have been thinking about it the whole day and have concluded he was crazy but in a good way!

Rambling #1

Hey there! How you doin? *mimics joey's voice* So, first ever blog and no idea what to do! Well, how about an introduction? I can't tell you my name so just refer to me as "Random." I am 14 and into art, music and books. For music there isn't any specific genre that I like, just depends on the song itself so if it nice lyrics and a addicting beat then I ll like it otherwise not. Writing about yourself is harder than I thought! Okay what else? Uh yeah, FOOD! I love it, nuff said.

Now when I woke up today I had no intention of making a blog of all things. I was actually browsing when I saw a link to a blog and I clicked on it out of sheer boredom. I thought it would be nice to have one of my own though still I am clueless on what to do. Note to self: Search Google on what one does on a blog.

The title was, there's just no other word for it, a random thought. Then I started to think about randomosity and how that term applies to me, i ll probably change it. Wait, can you change it? I feel like I should just write CLUELESS in bold, black letters on my forehead!

Enough for my first post I think.