LETTER TO THE BLOGOVERSE

Wow. Aren't I disgrace to the Blogoverse? What was I thinking? I really need to get my blogging life back on track. But thanks for your comments :) So how you doing?
Nothing much has happened in my plain boring life...I realised that my post are getting more dull each day :P
Anyway, anyone reading any juicy good books?
It is almost lunchtime and my cousin and I just wildly danced along to 'Fireflies' in our pyjamas, even though a random person could've peeked through the window and saw me doing the worm in my pj's while my brother boogied next to me. I have band practice today. Yes, on a Sunday. At 2pm. I am planing on wearing something dramatic and funky, but I'll probably end up wearing tracksuit pants, a hoodie and a pair of Havaianas. True Australian.Well, I'm off to have a very 'me' day, that mostly consists of pampering, reading, relaxing and maybe watching a few chick-flicks like Wild Child or Breakfast at Tiffany's. Ta for now.

The Girl Who Could Fly

Bored? I am...Here is an Chapter of The Girl Who Could Fly!

Chapter 1

Piper decided to jump off of the roof. It wasn’t a rash decision on her part.

     This was her plan—climb to the top of the roof, pick up speed by running from one end all the way to the other. Jump off.
     Finally, and most importantly, don’t fall.
     She didn’t make plans in the event that she did fall, because if you jump off of the roof of your house and land on your head, you really don’t need any plans from that point on. Even Piper knew that.
     So that’s what she did. She jumped clean off of her roof.

     But before we get to what happens next, you’ll probably need to know a thing or two about a thing or two.
     Piper lived with her ma and pa on a farm. It wasn’t much of a farm to be sure, just an old clapboard house and a bank barn that leaned dangerously to the left. For longer than anyone could remember, the McClouds had lived in Lowland County on those same twenty rocky acres of land. Piper’s grandpa and great­-grandpa and great­-great-­grandpa, and so on and so on, all breathed their first, last, and everything in between right in the same house where Piper was born, and because of that, the McClouds never planned to live anywhere else. Betty McCloud felt that folks ought to stay in one place and not move around too much so that the Almighty knew where to find them if He needed to.
     “If the good Lord wanted things to keep changing all the time, then the sun wouldn’t rise up the same way every blessed morning.” Betty was a plain, no­-nonsense, solidly round woman who believed in only two things: the Good Book and something that she called “provi­dence,” as in—

     “I told Millie Mae not to fool with that newfangled gardening hoe. Can’t say I’m surprised them black bee­tles is eating clear through her tomatoes now. It’s provi­dence, I tell you. Providence.”

     Unlike Millie Mae, Betty McCloud never tempted providence.

     Joe McCloud, a lanky man with sun­-weathered skin the color of browned autumn leaves, never said a word about providence, but then he never said much about anything. If pressed with a question, he’d likely ponder it for a long stretch before ?nding the words to answer in his measured way, “Well, that’s just the way things is.” And the way things was, was plenty good enough for Joe McCloud.

     So it was in this manner that Betty and Joe quietly went about the business of tending to their land, as the sea­sons and years passed them by, one no different from the next. And never was it heard to be said in Lowland County that a McCloud didn’t do things as they were supposed to be done. That is, until someone said precisely that.

     “No, I ain’t. It’s not the way of things.” Betty McCloud argued with Doc Bell when he announced that she was pregnant. After all, Betty had celebrated no less than twenty­-five barren years of marriage and was no longer considered a young woman.

     Four months later Betty McCloud birthed a baby girl.

     That baby girl was named Piper. Piper McCloud.

     News of Piper’s birth traveled with great speed through the remote fields of Lowland County, where cows out­numbered people by a ratio of ninety­-three to one.

     “It’s not the way of things,” Millie Mae hotly declared to the ladies’ Tuesday afternoon sewing circle, each one of whom immediately pressed her ears more closely inward. “Fancy a woman Betty McCloud’s age prancing around with a newborn baby! A first­-time mother at that. It ain’t right!”

     Many of the ladies nodded in agreement. Dire predictions soon followed that the child was sure to grow up queer in such circumstances, and without a sibling to boot.

     For the first time in her life Betty McCloud was tempt­ing providence. And she knew it. She certainly didn’t need the whispers of local gossip to inform her of the fact. In an attempt to restore balance and appease providence, Betty and Joe set about the business of strictly rearing Piper in the prescribed way that McClouds were raised. Which is to say, without a lot of fuss and nonsense and a solid portion of hard farmwork thrown in for good measure. They were simple and honest farmers and they didn’t hold with any fancy child­-rearing notions that some city folks got into their heads.

     Much to their relief, Piper was what every other baby was. At first. It was only when Piper reached the age when most babies were learning to crawl that her devel­opment took an entirely different turn.

     It was a Thursday afternoon like any other that Betty set about changing Piper’s diaper on the kitchen table, no differently than she’d done a hundred times before. When Betty turned away for just one moment, Piper rolled, quick as a flash, off of the edge of the table. Now any other baby would have immediately fallen to the floor and screamed itself silly. Not Piper. To Betty’s astonishment, Piper simply floated in the air next to the table.

     “Lord save us,” Betty choked, her hand clutching the terri?ed swallow inside her chest. Piper giggled and bobbed up and down in the air.

     Betty quickly scooped Piper into her arms and held tightly on to her from that moment on. The word provi­dence flashed through Betty’s mind. This is what you get when you don’t do things as they should be done, the left side of her head said to the right.

     As time passed, and despite Betty’s sincere prayers, the situation got worse, not better. Piper was discovered bobbing about the parlor ceiling and either wouldn’t or couldn’t return to the ground. Joe was dispatched out to the shed to fetch the ladder. Several weeks later in the wee hours of the night, Joe discovered Piper sleep­floating several feet above her crib. Then there was that particu­larly gusty day when Piper suddenly took to floating and was swept up in a wind that carried her three full fields before she became snared in the branches of a tree and Joe was able to fetch her down.

     When Piper reached the age of five and was still known to unexpectedly float across a room, Betty finally felt that the time had come to broach the matter.

     “Seems like she ain’t normal is all I’m sayin’,” Betty helplessly offered to Doc Bell.

     “How’s that?” Doc Bell questioned. Doc Bell had seen generations come and go and all manner of things happen to them in Lowland County. He’d seen the youngest Smith boy cough up a screwdriver and a whole package of two-­inch nails. He’d been there when Clara Cassie Mareken’s head turned all of the way around and then back again. Doc Bell had even seen a grown man talk backwards after he was bumped on the head by a hay baler. The little girl dangling her legs off of his examin­ing table had ten fingers and ten toes, was no taller or smaller, no smarter or dumber, no thinner or fatter than a child her age should be. She was, in short, like every other child in the farming community of Lowland.

     “Well, Mr. McCloud and I, we’ve been noticing that she’s . . .” stammered Betty, not sure exactly how to de­scribe her condition, “. . . well, she’s a might high­-spirited.”

     Doc Bell chuckled and turned away to wash his hands. “A child her age should have plenty of energy to spare, but it isn’t anything you need worry your­selves about. Give her plenty of exercise and lots of fresh air. Nothing wrong with her, she’s as normal as you or I.”

     When Doc Bell turned back around, he discovered that Piper had somehow managed to hoist herself five feet into the air, where she was dangling on the light fixture that hung from the ceiling. There she began to swing back and forth. For the briefest of moments, Doc Bell looked into Betty’s alarmed face and the notion that Piper McCloud might indeed be more than high­-spirited crossed his mind. Doc Bell was a man of science, though, and so he naturally let the matter go.

     “You’ve got a little monkey on your hands, Mrs. McCloud.” Doc Bell chuckled.

     And upon that medical recommendation and with great relief, Betty decided to let the child be. All the same, she felt it wise to homeschool Piper until such time that her high spirits, however normal they might be, were . . . well, less high.

     By her ninth birthday Piper had long nut-­brown hair that was fixed into two braids, bright blue eyes (which she liked), more freckles than the sky had stars (which she hated), and her most constant companion was loneliness, as well as some other feeling she couldn’t quite place a name to.

     “Ever think something’s not right but you can’t get at it, Pa?” Perched atop a fence, Piper watched Joe as he fixed a loose blade on the plough.

     Joe shrugged uncertainly.

     “It’s like I got an itch right in here,” Piper continued, pointing to her midsection just below her ribs, “but I can’t get at it and it just keeps scratching at me and scratching at me, but on the inside. You reckon maybe there’s something that’ll make it stop itching so?”

     Joe shrugged again. He often felt dizzy when Piper talked to him. It wasn’t that the words she used were so different—heck, Piper talked like everyone else in Low­land County. It was the ideas that the child got into her head. She asked questions he wouldn’t have thought up in a million years and couldn’t begin to figure an answer to.

     “I told Ma about it the other day and she figured it was caused by all the fool ideas I had in my head.” Piper continued, heedless of her father’s inability to respond. “I didn’t think my ideas were fool but Ma says that I’d do better to keep quiet, keep my feet on the ground, and to mind my own business. She says it’s wrong to be fritter­ing away my hours asking questions when there’s work to be done. But I don’t see how a question can be wrong. Can you, Pa? Ma says the Bible sets out what’s right and wrong so we don’t have to bother ourselves with it none but it seems to me that it ain’t so matter­-of-­fact. Like when you kilt that old cow last week and I didn’t want to eat it ’cause he was my favorite and so gentle besides. Ma said I was sinful to waste food. But I said that maybe we shouldn’t go about killing and eating cows when they was so peaceful-­like. Ma said that was foolishness and that God put the cows here just so as we can eat ’em. But that don’t seem like such a good deal for the cows to me. Preacher told us not more than four Sundays ago that God loves all his creatures, but it ain’t loving to my way of thinking to create a thing just for it to be food. Them cows ain’t never done nothing to us. Which got me to thinking that maybe we got it wrong and they got a purpose we don’t know nothing about. Maybe it’s a secret. So I started watching the cows, quiet-­like so they wouldn’t notice, aiming to see if I couldn’t guess that purpose. And I think I knows it now, Pa. I do. Wanna hear?”

     Joe drew his forearm across his brow to steady the dizziness. Somehow this conversation had spiraled out of control and he was about to learn the secret destiny of cows, a revelation that Joe McCloud was not ready for. Not ready by a long shot. Had he known how to stop Piper from continuing, he would have. Alas, all he could do was stand helplessly rooted to the spot as Piper continued.
     Which, of course, Piper did.

     “It was the way they was flicking their tails to ward off the flies that gave it away.” Piper leaned in toward Joe and lowered her voice secretively lest the chickens catch wind of her words. “You see, all of them was doing it but one. The black heifer with the brown eyes was just stand­ing real still, looking off to the next field over where the sheep was grazing. The flies were buzzing around her just the same as the others but her tail stayed dead still. So I got to watching that cow and every day she did the same thing until I realized what she was looking at.”

     “What?” Joe asked, breathlessly unaware that he posed the question.

     “The place where her calf done died on her not more than six months ’fore. Remember?”

     Joe nodded. Indeed he did remember. It had been a difficult birth and the weakened calf had only lived a few hours before it passed on.

     “She’s mourning him something terrible and it seems to me that if a cow can feel so for its young‘un, then it’s probably got feelings about all sorts of things. Feelings we don’t know nothing about. And then I got to think­ing that if each of them cows got feelings, then they can have a purpose no different from us folks. Which got me thinking about our purpose. And I realized that a person should get a handle on their purpose in this life if they aim to do something about it. You know what I mean, Pa?” Piper looked into her father’s face and found only lines of confusion.

     “Piper McCloud!!!” Betty squawked as she emerged from the henhouse to find Joe, once again, standing like a fool listening to the child.

     Joe sheepishly got back to working on the plough while Piper scrambled from the fence.

     “But I was just telling Pa how . . .”

     “I couldn’t care less about your fool ideas and stories. When there’s work to be done I expect you to do it. Now git.”

     Several days later in the heat of the afternoon, Piper escaped to the biggest oak tree on the farm and climbed halfway up it to enjoy the breeze that rustled through the leaves there. The itch inside her was acting up and wouldn’t give her any peace, and so she rolled over on the branch and held her stomach. From her position, she could spy a robin landing on her nearby nest, where she began feeding a fat worm to her babies. Watching the robin, Piper let her mind wander.

     Maybe other kids my age have the same itch. Piper considered. Maybe if I could talk to ’em they’d tell me how to get at it. Fat chance that was ever going to happen, what with her stuck out on the farm and all. I never get to go nowheres or do nothing, Piper thought to herself. Only two places I’ve ever been is church and Doc Bell’s.

     “Why can’t I go to school like them Miller kids?” Piper had asked her mother a thousand times. Each morning Piper watched them from the hayloft walking to school. She’d have given her front teeth to go with them.

     “You do your schoolwork just as well here, that’s why.” Betty, as always, was plain and to the point.

     All of a sudden Piper was roused from her thoughts by an unexpected drama that was unfolding on the branch before her very eyes. The mother robin was nudging one of her babies toward the edge of the nest. The little fellow was hardly bigger than Piper’s thumb and had a smattering of feathers poking out of him. Us­ing her beak, the robin gave her baby a good shove that pushed him clear out of the nest, over the branch, and into the air. To Piper’s horror, the baby robin dropped like a stone in a flurry of wing flapping. But then, just as he was about to hit the ground, he managed to pump his wings so hard that he stopped falling and started slowly, very slowly, rising. Right then and there that little bird learned to fly, and Piper saw the whole thing.

     “Holy moly,” Piper breathed and shook her head in wonder. It was the darndest thing she’d ever seen. Then the mother robin did it again and her second baby was born into flight. By the time the third baby was being readied for takeoff, Piper was struck by a lightning of an idea.

     Piper sat bolt upright on the branch, almost falling off of it completely. Grabbing hold with both hands, she steadied her body while her mind raced like a jackrabbit.

     From the moment she was born, Piper had floated. It came naturally to her, like breathing. Because she’d always done it, she didn’t think it was such a big deal. One minute she’d be sitting on the rug in front of the fire and the next she’d be bobbing up to the ceiling. It happened all of the time and it was fun. The problem with floating was that you never knew where it would take you, which wasn’t all bad, but sometimes a person likes to have a bit more direction in their life than to be at the whim of any strong breeze. There’s a big difference between floating and flying. Clouds float. Balloons float. But birds fly.

     Maybe Ma and Pa just forgot to push me like them baby birds, Piper considered, knowing full well that she was going to have to take matters into her own hands. It’s high time I got to flying too.

     Not wanting to waste any time, Piper quickly shimmied down the tree trunk and immediately set about for­mulating a plan.

     The very next morning Piper woke up before the rooster crowed. The sky was just beginning to glow in the east as she eased her way out of bed. Pushing open her window, she was able to slide across the ledge until her feet hit the shingles. From there it was hard work to crawl up to the ridgepole. She stayed on her hands and knees and moved slowly.

     The roof was slick with dew. Just one wrong move and quick as a flash she’d slide right off. She kicked her long, white nightgown away to stop it from tripping up her feet.

     It was when Piper had climbed to the very top of the roof and was balancing on the ridgepole that she realized exactly how scared she was. To be precise, she was terrified. All of a sudden Piper knew that there was a big difference between planning something and actually doing it. The roof was steep and high, and below it the ground was as hard as a rock. If things went wrong, she was going to get hurt, and hurt badly. Piper’s breath caught in her throat and for a moment she couldn’t breathe at all.
     Her thoughts came fast and furious then. What if I can’t fly? What if I smack the ground with my head? Maybe my brains will spill out all over the place and then I ain’t never gonna leave the farm and make a friend. Maybe it’s best I high­tail it back to bed and forget the whole notion.

     Now perhaps it was because Piper didn’t yet believe in a right way or a wrong way of doing things, and so for her, all things were still possible. Or maybe it’s because the itch deep inside Piper that no one, least of all herself, could get at was itching so much it was going to drive her crazy. Or it could have been the same reason that Piper was able to float—which is to say, no one really knows.

Whatever reason it was, Piper stayed on that roof and didn’t go back to bed. Instead she raised her arms up at her sides like an airplane and placed one foot in front of the other. With fear, courage, and anticipation all mixing together in her stomach, she began to walk the ridge­pole of her house.
     Just below where Piper walked, Betty McCloud woke with a start. She had heard something, that much was certain.

     “Mr. McCloud,” she hissed. Joe didn’t stir.

     “Mr. McCloud!” This time Betty punctuated her words with a sharply placed elbow to Joe’s ribs and his eyes flew open. “There’s someone on our rouf!”

     “What’s that?” Joe mumbled, half awake.

     “The rouf! Someone’s on our rouf!” Betty pointed upward and Joe heard a scuffling sound above his head.

     With each step Piper took, she picked up speed, until she was running down the ridgepole and fast approaching the place where there was only sky and no roof left.

     “Like the birds I will fly.” Piper imagined the baby robins.

     And then there was only one step left to take. Piper took it, thrusting herself with abandon into the morning air.

     It was the cows grazing in the field that were the only ones to see Piper’s trajectory. What they saw was a small girl in a long, white nightgown jumping off of the roof and into the sky.

     For one blissful moment she hung in the air, like an angel.

     Then, just as quickly, the moment passed and that same young girl fell headfirst, like a freight train, toward the ground below.

     The cows had never seen a human do such a thing before and they watched in moo-­less astonishment.

     Not much ever changed on the farm and even cows can do with a bit of excitement.

     Just as Piper approached the first bedroom window, it flew open and Joe, his twelve­-gauge shotgun in hand, poked his head out. Joe was completely prepared to deal with a mischievous raccoon or that sassy brown squirrel trying to nest in the roof again. He was even ready to tangle with one of the pesky Carlton boys out rabble­rousing. A young girl hurtling through the air in an attempt to fly, however, was completely outside Joe McCloud’s repertoire of possible eventualities.

     “Ahhhhhhh!” Piper screamed as she screwed her eyes tightly shut.

     “What the . . . ???”

     Joe’s eyes bulged at the sight of Piper plummeting at him. He threw himself backwards to avoid a head-­on collision and ended up tripping on Betty, who was lurking fearfully behind him. His long legs tangled around themselves and he was sent sprawling onto the bedroom floor, which was a good thing too, because he placed himself in the perfect spot to cushion Betty’s fall a moment later. So positioned, they did not see Piper falling past their window.

     In three seconds Piper was going to hit the ground headfirst. It was going to hurt . . . a lot.

     Now, three seconds isn’t a long time. You can count to three faster than you can read this. Try it. See.

     The largest of the cows, the one with a black patch across its right eye, let out a moooo in spite of himself. If it was possible to understand cow mooing, it’s quite likely he was trying to warn Piper.
     Piper’s eyes were squeezed shut and her face twisted in certain anticipation of the coming impact.
She was not more than a heartbeat away from eating dirt when the miraculous happened. Like a plane in an air show, Piper grazed the ground in a death­-defying loop that changed her course by a hundred and eighty degrees and turned her face from the ground to the sky. She sailed upward with the unexpected thrust and precision of an F­22 Raptor.

     With her eyes clenched shut, Piper continued to brace for an impact that never came.

     “Cockle-­doodle-­doo,” the rooster crowed.

     It wasn’t until Piper was touching the blue and gold of the rising sun—and the mist of a cloud doused her face with a fine, cool tickle—that she allowed herself a tiny peek through her right eye. The vision she caught out of it was so surprising and strange that she closed it tightly again. She tried the view from her other eye and it proved to only mirror her first glimpse. Slowly, very slowly, she opened both eyes.

     Oh, but what a world she saw!

     The green fields rolled out in every direction and glistening streams cut through some of them. The clouds disappeared into mist the closer she flew toward them and the breeze lifted her higher.
     Piper dipped and dived, twirled and whirled in a sky that was every color from white to blue to orange to pink.

     “Wheeeeee,” Piper gleefully screamed.

     “I can FLY,” she called out to the morning sun. “I CAN FLY!”

     In the farmhouse below, Joe and Betty unsteadily rose to their feet. Gripping the edge of the windowsill, they peered out and caught their first glimpse of a little girl in a white nightgown flying through the air.

     And at long last there was no doubt in either of their minds that their daughter, Piper McCloud, did not do things as they had always been done.

     For once Betty could think of nothing to say. Instead, she watched Piper fly back and forth until the world began to spin and black dots appeared before her eyes, and she sank down to the floor in a dead faint.

That's the end of Chapter 1...It's kinda boring reading at first but later it get suspenceful when your deep into the story. To be honest, I wouldn't recommed it to older readers nor young.  Although I found it  pure awesomeness when I was  9 ....:D I hope you enjoy it!

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HELLO PEOPLE OF THE BLOGOVERSE.

I have just finished reading Feeling Sorry For Celia, and thought that maybe I should write my post sort of like the books, a bit like letters or notes (btw the book was HILARIOUS - I loved it!).

Saw Hayden Quinn from Masterchef today! STARSTRUKKK :O
Hottie :P With his blonde, wavy hair and oversized cap 

I have just been reading over my blog posts and I've realised that I don't sound really positive. That is why I have decided to try to make my posts more positive and care-free. That was actually the kind of blog I was aiming to write in the first place!

Cya :P

School has started TT^TT

Waking up on a school day

 

I was there till the end :)

I don’t know what’s funniest, seeing Voldemort with a nose, Dumbledore reading his lines or Bellatrix with a coffee...

YEAH. It was EPIC.

I now present you the HP Gallery ;D

Watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2

Arriving at the cinemas


See a cute boy decked out in Harry Potter gear

Someone tall sits in front of me

Hear someone saying they haven’t read the books





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 That was HP Gallery PART 1 

Theres a PART 2 :D

RIP ♥ DOBBY :( WE LOVE YOU

HARRY POTTER ♥ IS OUT TOMOZ :D

A wee lil' catch up post

Bonjour all, sorry haven't been bloggin' in...how long was it since I properly blogged? Oh well, it feels like it's been a while. Well, in that time I have been doing many things but I won't tell you everything 'cause then I'll be here all week. OK. Honest, I haven't been staying in Canberra for that long. I've just kinda lost my blogging appetite. I'm also overseas did I not mention.I've also gone a little disapointed at myself of my loss of 3 followers
 who've probably gone bored of my wisdom and what i know. Sad isn't it?

Come back? :D

Dreams & Cupcakes
Cookie x 

Woah my god

Just 10 minutes ago , I've discovered that we're going to Canberra tomorrow for 3 days :/ Oh actually that's good news Yay! No school! :D Okay so anyway, it's so annoying when someone tells you your going on about 7-8 hour road trip somewhere and you haven't even got ready.
This very weird thing happened to me yesterday when I went shopping. I was at Borders minding my own business when these girls came trotting along having an argument about grabbing the last Poison Apple book set first. They started shoving each other and the red-ish brown-ish haired girl pushed the girl so hard she crashed into me and started weeping. I really wanted to help her but the brown red haired girl shot me a look that probably meant Don't even think about it. Someone get them their water wings before they drowns in their own stupidity.

G2G! Watching Corpse Bride :D
P.s If you haven't claimed your award and your a follower collect it here
Rachel, Lucy Clark , Ninja_Lover & Stephanie are welcome to have it too!

The new & first Award!

YAY! It's winter! Planning on visiting Mt. Bulla these holidays! Also, thanks so much to ЯANdOM ЯAWR for the award! So since I've received this awesome award, I'll have to write a list of 10 facts about myself :D

1. I'm a true aussie and proud :D
2. I believe I can fly ♥
3. Right now I'm reading 'Life At The Shallow End' By Helen Bailey which I'm recommending to you. Also try reading 'If I Could Fly' By Jill Hucklesby.
4. My first novel I ever read was Coraline
5. I love cupcakes, reading, the book name The Sky Is Everywhere (I know. WEIRD.) and anything that gives you that dream-like feel.
6. Recently, I got disqualified and had to sit out in Field hockey for crashing into a girl who accused me of doing it on purpose when, really I didn't. 
7. I knocked my knee cap on Wednesday :( It's a very unbearable pain.
8. Our current school production is High School Musical :/
9. I have wind chimes stuck ALL OVER my ceiling. I've been collecting them for about 2 or 3 years now. It looks REALLY cool when the air conditioner is on and they all twinkle. :-)    
10. And lastly, I love long socks. Knee Hi ones. Plus hoodies, gloves and hats. I looooooooooooooooooooooooove hats!!!

I nominate: Anyone who comments on this post!

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Speaking of awards, I've given one to all my followers! It's on the post below and no, you don't have to do anything. My new followers that also just followed my can receive it too
Unfortunatley it's only for the 40 followers. But don't be so sad, there's more to come sooner...or later...
Justin Bieber is a man of many faces O.O

FOLLOWERS! OVER HERE! :D

Hello. Aloha. Bonjour. SUP, yo? 
Anyway, to celebrate 25 posts and followers (oh, and those comments), I'm giving out awards for you guys! So the following people will receive this awesome award :D ;
Zebra Corriina, DontStaySimple, Zoe Crook, Anna, Maria, bananacam, ЯANdOM ЯAWR ◊, sweethoneydew, holliefitzell, holly.marie21, Aimee, Jenni, Jessica, Orlaith Murray, Cat :D, Paige, Bailey, Alyssa, Cliona, Anna, ☆(´O`)RabbitoBonbon☆, Amyxo, Wynter Chan, Jedi~Chick, Meleonieeee - ♥, B.B. (Bethany K.:), HamtaroChanfan01, Rose, Rebecca, Eleanor Roscuro, Pickle, Stacey =], Converse ., Chelsea and MochaღLatte !!!
So, uhh I'm not sure how this award thing works so um, any of the above may copy & paste the award onto their blog. Also, if I missed you out, do tell me.
Okay. Some of you are probably thinking What? Where? ... Award???
Well here it is :D

Hope you like it ;)
xxx

SUP ;D

My Heart Rate :

Normal :

Talking to your crush :

Seeing your crush with someone else :

 

Even if you were any of these, I still wouldn't even care. Thanks to my followers for all your lovely comments!

Um so here's some random things about me to celebrate...:D

My Favourite Random Things:

That feel-good vibe you get after you do a heap of exercise or eat something healthy.

When my kitten naps on my lap instead of biting me.

Getting random 'just-because-you're-my-friend' parcels in the mail.

Getting snail mail.

Comments!

Painting my toe nails. I love making up funky designs!

Wooden guitars.

Baking with my friends.

Making videos.

Cutting out pictures from magazines.

Re-decorating my friends' rooms.

Watching romance movies....in Chinese. (Makes the scenes much less awkward if watching with guy friends!)

Squeezing whipped cream out of the can into my mouth.

Throwing darts at water balloons.

Cracking inside jokes.

Mashing up home videos.

Reading weird facts.

Visiting that awesome new shop, Daiso that opened up yesterday! XD

Sorry for such the boring post ;P

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Yay! 35 followers :) 

Say No To Bullying!

The Girl you just called fat? She has lost over 30lbs.
The Boy you just called stupid? He has a learning disability & studies for 4 hours every night.
The Girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her.
The Boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home.

As Converse Nerd's idea (You can visit the blog HERE :D) , we can all make a difference! Not by judging a book by it's cover...but in a more humanly way...You get me, yeah? Anyway, bullying is not the time of most people's life! Sorry that was stupid, I was listening to Mama Mia and couldn't think of a word so I got that from Dancing Queen XD . But back to the point. Bullying is not acceptable and has been dangerously continuing for hundreds of years!
Don't Go Chasing Your Emotions (again. I got that from 
You can stop this by copying the text above and putting it on your blog!
So come on ;D
Spread the word baby! 
I may sound practical but I am serious about this!
Woah. Why too much exclamation marks O.O
Do you know what my fave phrase it?
No seriously it's good :D

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket.
Never let it fade away...

I love it! But it's from a song... from Princess Diaries *sheepish grin* 
Well, G2G
Cya!
x

Netball Match & Tangled :D

So.....you are probably wandering how my netball match today went. It was SOOO much fun! I was bench for the first quarter, but for the other three quarters I played Goal Attack, which is my absolute FAVOURITE position! No, we didn't win but who cares! Sorry, if you don't play netball this must sound very confusing to you, but netball is a VERY fun game. It keeps you active.

Every Thursday, all the under 16s netballers walk from school to the netball courts, stopping at the corner shop to buy chips. Then the training begins. Training is....well, it gets you tired. Unless of course on the way to training you also stop to buy eight Sour Strips, which gives you enough sugar-energy (AKA Hyperness).
This is random but don't you think Tangled is actually a good movie? You know I had no idea. Rapunzel and the frying pan. Lol XD Hey that reminds me! I might be creating a new blog... which is absolutely a waste of time. Nevermind. Well, I was going to create two blogs named girlwiththefryingpan.blogspot.com & cookieninjas.blogspot.com. But hey, maybe I will. They're both available blog names. Cookie ninja & Ninja Cookies was a blog I always dreamt of naming my blog...5 years ago... Cookie was one of my old nicknames.
So anyway, should I?

♥Strawberry Cait Sundae♥
Cookie x
P.s  Check em' out!

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As you might all know, on Lisa Clark's blog she mentioned something about the 30 Day Drawing Challenge. Loads of people are participating so I thought, why not? I also just LOVE drawing.You guys should give it a go too!

Flying...

Today I rode to and from school on my bike. It felt so wonderful, going at full speed with the wind blowing my hair back and opening my eyes. Maybe this is what flying feels like. I got home in a record of 13 minutes, when usually it takes me 20. That meant I had a few extra minutes of free time to read, write or listen to music. My lovely friend M has let me burn her Taylor Swift CD. I was actually gonna buy it. Good thing I didn't. :)

Ok, I'm gonna put the positive thing o pause for a bit, and moan a bit about something I got on Friday. Sorry, I hope you don't mind. Don't read on if you do. Anyway, on Wednesday I got....braces. Yes, it is true. And oh, it is so very horrible! It hurts very very much and I can't bite anything at all! Waaaa. I think it's a bit long for them to still be hurting. My friends say they look fine and the pain will go away, but it is hard to believe them. Also, I am not allowed lollies. Like, AT ALL. Which is sad, as I am such a sweet tooth. Oh well. Do any of my readers have braces? If so, please tell me about them!

Oh, and also on Sunday I'm playing netball  and hockey against Buleen so wish me luck!!!

Mornington Peninsula Holiday

 

Yeah, I know. REALLY unique and imaginative title. Wow. Anyway, on Monday my family and I drove to Mornington Penisula for a mini-holiday (four days). It was-get ready- a 5 HOUR DRIVE!!! Yeah, I was bored, but luckly no one threw up. Mornington Peninsula is this beautiful place by the sea (it was too cold to swim. Face it people- it's Autumn ). We rented a really beautiful holiday house, and my little (well, not so little) cousin was especially happy because it had a PlayStation.

On the first day we just walked around and then had dinner at a restaurant. On the second day we took a boat to Queenscliff and enjoyed the day there. On the third day we took a walk on some of the beaches. On the last day (my birthdayy - I turned...14!) I went down to the beach and collected a HEAP of white shells. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do with them later...

Actually, we went to the beach EVERY day. On one of the days we saw... a seal! A wild one, right under the pier! It was SOOOO cute! Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera, so I couldn't take a picture (stop boo-ing!) so I got this pic of the Internet.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my report on my holiday! Please do comment!

Oh yeah! I've decided not to have a Coraline blog. So sorry!

Writing First Aid Kit

Today, I learnt something. Before washing the windows, it's a good idea to do some shoulder stretches....or you might get too excited and pull a muscle...*sheepish grin*.

Apart from reading, I also REALLY like...writing!!! What else would I do with all my Smiggle stationary? About three years ago, I got a really good book called 'Juicy Writing' by Brigid Lowry. It's like a writing first aid kit. It tells you how to write a bestseller, and how to make your writing exciting and wow-tastic. It also has inspirational quotes, techniques, and what to do when you get stuck. I recomend it to all would-be-writers out there!

Oh, and also on Sunday (tomorrow) we're playing netball against the other town so wish me luck!!!

The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?
Alice Kingsley: I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

-Alice in Wonderland

LOL ♥ 

Ta for now!
P.s Yay!!!! My 20th post and 26 followers! So happy! I love you guys so much! I also added so gadgets so you peeps can chillout while you comment out. Ehehehehe... There's time, the red button, blogerversory (I added that ages ago though), a Cbox (Chat box) ,ebuddy messenger and Tetris! Lol. My blog is starting to look very TACKY by the second.

May the fourth be with you...even though it's not the fourth of may

Hi Y'all!
Sorry, my friend and her sister have been saying that a lot lately, so it got stuck in my head. Speaking of apologies, I am SO sorry I haven't blogged and commented on any of your blogs in ages! Life has been extra busy lately. So. What's been happening?
I have officially read EVERY single book by Cathy Cassidy! Well actually last year...Woop-woop! I think I will have an extra couple of ANZAC biscuits to celebrate! Even though ANZAC day is over, but still. ANZAC biscuits are really very nice. You should try some.

Also in school today our teacher put up a picture on the Smart Board (y'know, them interactive whiteboards. They're like a massive touch-screen) and told us to write a short story about the picture. Also he put on a Good Charlotte song and told us to write whatever comes into our heads when we hear this song. I like this kind of writing. What I don't like is when the teachers say, " I'll give you ten minutes to write a masterpiece with the last sentence being 'And then we all drove back home with the lobster sitting in the front seat'. Go." I mean, first of all, what kind of ending is that? And how are we supposed to write a masterpiece in ten minutes? I just don't get it.

I know this is random but don't you just love Diva? You know...that jewellery store? Okay well, they sell really cool necklaces and earrings...etc? Like today, I went over to the nearest shop and bought a cupcake necklace and this really cool watch that looks exactly like the White Rabbit scurries around with in 'Alice in Wonderland'. Except that the watch isn't gold...I'll upload the photo later on. Anyway, you can visit the site here and check out the latest stuff... diva.net.au♥ It's originally aussie but you can always make an account even if your not an australian to shop online.

I also love bookstores. Normally, when I go there, a notepad and pencil tags along with me so I can copy down the books that hook you in from the start or something.

Cya'll later!

HELLO PEOPLE OF THE BLOGOVERSE.

Pinch, punch, first day of the month. No take backs! Ok...

So...it was the Royal Wedding the other day. Anyone watched it? Me? A little. Kate was very pretty. I wasn't planning on watching it but it was okay to be honest. But I couldn't be bothered watching any longer. Ok enough boring talk! Heh, I forgot about Thursday booklist's on Thursday so I'll do it here! The day isn't going to change it's just a little catch up post. Theme for this week... Australian Authors!
In no paticular order:
1. Girl Saves Boy By Steph Bowe- Rating: ★★★★ (T.R)
2. Feeling Sorry For Celia By Jaclyn Moriarty- Rating: ★★★★★ (T.R)
3. A Waltz For Matilda By Jackie French - Rating: ★★★★
4. Cicada Summer By Kate Constable- Rating: ★★★★★
5. Then By Morris Gleitzman- Rating: ★★★★★ (T.R)
6. Books By Emily Rodda - Rating: ★★★★★ (T.R)
7. Beautiful Monster By Kate McCaffrey- Rating: ★★★★ (T.R)
8. Tomorrow When The War Began By John Marsden- Rating: ★★★★★ (T.R)
9. The 'Un' series By Paul Jennings- Rating: ★★★★
'The 'Un' series by Paul Jennings' isn't really called that. I randomly named it since I couldn't find the true series name XD


I might attempt to go hit the sack now because it's 10pm and i planned on getting up at 6 tomorrow. Don't ask why. Just don't. Probably because I don't have a clue why I want to get up so early on a Autumn Monday. Thanks for commenting and following me!

So goodnight to you all.

Sweet dreams,

Cait :-)

Hello =]

Here are some pics! :  

I'm really sorry if I'm boring you with them. And also very sorry that I'm a lazy blogger. This is a late new year's resolution:   POST MORE!!!!! It is the weekend so I promise tomorrow I would be blogging more ... non-boring stuff...actually most (Okay, ALL) of my posts are boring so scratch that. Thanks so much to everyone who commented! 23 followers?! WOAH. But anyway, my fave band is Linkin Park and Paramore. What are yours? 

BTW: Have you guys listened to 'Chasing Cars' By Snow Patrol? If you haven't, LISTEN ;) It's old but meh, who cares? It matches on how I'm feeling most of my life. Depressing,eh?  

Thanks again! 

Bak 2 Skool

Hiya peoples!!! Well, school has officially started. For me it has anyway.I was very excited when my mum was driving me to school, because, well our classroom makeover was finished! For two weeks before the holidays, our class was moved to the art room. That is because, big, stinky workmen (seriously. They stank like they haven't bathed in a week!) fenced of the entrance to our classroom, because (I'm using a lot of 'because' here) we were getting a classroom makeover! I have to say, the workmen did a very good job. But our principal chose very dull colours. Like, light blue walls, navy carpet, blah blah... Anyway, this is what we got...

- New carpet (navy)
- the walls re-painted (like I said, light blue)
-the ceilings lowered (we had VERY high ceilings, so it got REALLY cold in winter)
-This kind of carpet-ish materiel put halfway around the walls (so we can stick on our lovely creations with Velcro)
-new cupboards
-a door put into the wall so we can enter the room next to us (which is going to be a computer lab with seven flat-screen computers) easier

Cool, yeah? I know. Oooops, gotta run. I have a LOT of homework to do...

But then we have to move AGAIN :( To the new building :)

It's so cool! It has a Netball Court, those cool fancy drink taps (yeah fussy about taps), laptop lab (like a really big room filled with awesome brandnew laptops), huge glass windows for us to see the gorgeous view...and to daydream♥ 

I didn't exactly go in yet. Well none of us are allowed to, not in like 3 weeks. They're still conversgating it to see if it's fire safe and yeah.

Well. CYA!!!!!

P.s 

I'm sure there's a heap of blogs out there which are fab, great and wow-tastic!!! If you own one of them PLEASE do tell me and I'll visit when I have time on the weekend!!!

PP.S. I'm sorry if I hadn't commented on your blog for a while. I have loads of homework to do that's all.

Partayy

Happy Birthday to Corrina! And also... HAPPY EATER TO ALL OF YOU! Whoops...I
ment Happy Easter Had a lolly party! Well not really...But it was yumm
This is going to a short boring post. I din't have time to post earlier today since I went to a friend's house, went on a trip to Glen Waverly, Watched football (Collingwood VS. Essendon) and people came over. Collingwood won =D So happy! My friend gave me a cute squishy toy donut and this box dude that looked like these!:

Hope you had a great Easter! I got the pictures from a friend except the donut one! She sent me a whole load of the box ones 
Well, 
CYA!
P.s If you loook at the time on what  time I posted this, it's wrong cuz' I'm posting right now at 7:50 PM so ignore the time on the blog.