Cupid Struck Wrong 2

Two

So maybe this dream wasn’t good, without him, but now I think, do I really like him? Anyways, I have two older brothers, the oldest(Ray) being seventeen. He treats me like a, well, an annoying friend. And my other brother(Darron)is fifteen and treats me like a, I don’t know, a frozen delicate flower, don’t ask me why. I’m eleven, not one or eighty thousand. This dream I was skating, and then I wake up. Then I get sucked back to the dream, me trapped in a jar, and slowly fading away, then it’s 10 am. I wake up for real. Curious dream. More later!!
TO BE CONTINUED

Cupid Struck Wrong 1

One

I’ve always been a odd one, and introducing myself is not a good strong point. I am Celine Miranda, and I can’t pronounce my last name. I’m Chinese, but I live in Canada. Like I’ve said, I’m weird. Being weird includes wishing for awesome complicated half-nightmare dreams. And, I’ve had three, yep, three dreams that include this make-believe guy, who, I fall in love with. He likes me too, for your information. In dream one, two years ago, a famous singer(not real)my age then, which was nine, and it also had gross parts including a ingrown body part, which is quite sick. Dream two was two days ago, and was this 16 year old guy who I loved(we travel back in time-odd, eh?), and he wore glasses. Kind of like my cousin, except my cousin lives in Italy. And.  .  . Dream Three!! Last night. It was this guy who looked like a singer I liked, but also like a make believe guy. And when I went to the grocery shop(like, five seconds ago), I saw two cloud Cupids. Seriously. And I realized, I love a guy in my dream. Gonna go dream now!
TO BE CONTINUED

How to: Write a Story MY Style

You know how teachers and other sources say you have to know what to write, then you have an editor, make drafts and stuff. I find that really annoying. Well, actually just a bit, so I just do the drafts part. Like, Ding!, I got an idea. Then I write it once. And copy on the computer. And write it again for school. Each copy gets more details and gets longer and more ideas. So if I write it 100 times, I’ll get an novel out of the 200 word story. And a cramp. Of course, like stories on here, it’s just one draft. Here. And like I said, I only copy it for school. That’s how I write. You?

CRYSTAL CAVE LAND. . .HOW NICE

So last night I talked to Gloria and I told her a story with the main character being a 1850 style-ish 12 year old year old girl named Marilla. And she takes Gloria to a secret room full of diamonds like in a Swarvoski shop. . .
The ground was paved with crystals, and a thin layer of glass. Gloria thought this was cool, but Marilla had more secrets. They flew to a magical planet Marilla owned, full of see through crystal. They fell into the water. It splashed with a tinkling sound, and though it was liquid, when it splashed out, it turned into solid crystals in a water droplet form. To be continued

School is COMING

I’m changing schools, I’m very excited to see what I’ll come up with, this is a new experience. Yikes.
Gloria’s coming too, and she feels just about the same as me. Gulp. So I’m gonna try to get more inspiration. Ding! I just did. :-D
Sorry for dumb jokes, but I’m nervous and I have nothing to write up here. So..
CYA

Something We Do

Sometimes we make Gabriel sit and watch music videos with us. And write our blogs. Like now. And it’s pretty fun. Except Gabriel’s farts smell.  .  . pretty bad. We’re gonna put him down later as babies can’t watch bright screens for long. He’s down. Okay, updates on Baby Gabey.  .  .  .
1. He can actually lie on his stomach, and turn in a circle.
2. He can laugh and babble more.
3. He likes and knows me!!:P
4. He can sit(with support)
5. He’s waaay cuter!!!

What is Death?

Report number two!!

Now that I think about it, I actually don’t know what death is. Or a soul for that matter. Or even a Heaven, or Hell.

What does it mean when people say your soul goes out? Like-you how you are aware as you read, write or do anything?-is that your soul? Isn’t your personality in your brain? Your brain is still here when you die, though. So when you’re dead, it all deactivates?

In Church and other religious activities, you go to heaven or hell, depending if you were good or bad.
Well, if you’re dead, you’re gone!
And-sacrifice. I’ve heard there is an ancient culture which sacrificed women and jewelery to the God of the lake. Nowadays, people “discover” the skeletons in desperate positions. Like I said earlier, if you’re dead, your soul+personality are gone, so you offer nothing but pain to history.

All that makes you thing this ”vital” question:
Then, is God real?
I think: believe what you believe. Religion, Science. I, however don’t know if this is Science or not.

My theory says there is no heaven. My theory is:
Brain=Personality. Brain shuts down=when dead. So your brain doesn’t work. No more awareness.
Wipe out is a good word for my theory.
My theory isn’t properly explained, but I tried.  .   .
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Some Stuff About School ’11

By: Grace!! Just a little report I wrote!!

At school, we learn, but sometimes we learn boring stuff, such as longitude and latitude, although it is important. And then there are more interesting ones good for finding a job, as some people say: Math. Arithmetic.  My friends don’t see art as important, and I sure wonder why. Lots of people play piano, but not many use that as a career. The “lots of people” are mostly Asians. Again, I wonder why.

Then, there’s Gym, or P.E. . We do basketball, a bit of softball, volleyball, some dance, and gymnastics. I’m better at volleyball than any other of them, especially gymnastics.
After Lunch Recess we have silent reading.We also have one in the mornings right after you come in, too. Silent reading is just us reading books quietly. We can also go to the library, getting a maximum of two books. We also have books in our classroom you can read. Sadly, I admit to have been drawing when I’m supposed to be reading. Other than that, I realized I could read two books at the same time, starting on different pages, and ending up on the same pages!

Actual Lunchtime is at 11:30 AM. Then a bell rings, and we eat. We don’t have a cafeteria, so we bring our bagged lunches to our desk.

On Mondays we have no music or gym classes, so we wear whatever we want, because I like to wear it fancy. Apparently, our very strict music teacher “learned that a different school’s music class takes off their shoes at the entrance, so we do that too. Which means no Converse sneakers or boots, basically.

Our class this year went on TONS of great trips. Or maybe just a few great ones. Anyway, that one time we went to PNE’s Playland to learn about “Forces and/or Motion”. So we went on the prepaid rides. and we also went to Camp Sasamat at the end of the year. I won’t forget it: I still have a huge bruise from that day.
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Prince Gabriel 1

Right now I’m typing with one hand, holding Gabriel.

Gabriel was a prince. The prince of Cuties. And he was riding on his horse named…..Philip!! And so riding through the forest, listening to cool baby songs on his MP3, when he saw the evil girls, all thirteen of them. He unsheathed his nookie (pacifer) power!! Heeeyahhh! And the girls ran away, their evil smoke trailed after them, causing Prince Gabriel, to sneeze 3 times. He left with a huge baby smile, and was fed by his Mother, and the princesses, Gloria and Grace. Lovely!!!

One of the stories I tell Gabriel so he won’t cry! Now, he’s laughing as I type. Good boy!