Love

 Love is a complicated matter, it entwines in problems not related to romance. It helps you see your goals, but it also veils them from view. Love makes you do things; you might not have done, unless you felt love. Love is a strong emotion, far from any other. Love makes us noticed happy things and depressing things. Love is always a helper and an enemy. Love blinds us, but also opens our eyes.  Love can make us sin. Love can also make us realize these things. Love is a mysterious matter. Love is a field of very, very long grass that no one has ever cut. And when we feel love, or love we walk through that field, unsure of direction. Love appears in hatred and in scorn, it shows in anguish and in frustration, love opens its window everywhere. Love makes you feel anger, it makes you feel sad, it makes you walk the field of very, very long grass very, very helpless. But it also pushes you forward. Love truly is a mysterious matter.

I Need to Contribute a Post

     So, since there has been a lack of posts (oh no!), well Lex and Bex have been helping, I thought, darn, I guess I have to htink of something to post so I can say, "I helped." So now I have to think of something to type, I guess I can just write what I am thinking...
     So my dad and Gloria are doing this 40 minute workout thing that I did earlyer today, and I notice that my dad is sweating like buckets of sweat (that is where I get my sweating genes come from) and he breathes quite loudly... Well my train ended... Hmmm, oh yeah! I got from the library Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1 and part 2, so I can watch them now!!!!! But I can only watch when Gloria is not watching because she hasn't finished the 5, 6, and 7th books. Wait, have you guys seen the Harry Potter 7 movies? Because if not, maybe we can see it together, naybe, or just get it from the library...
     Wow, I am not good at thinking of stuff, oh wait I have something... So last night we went to my dad's friends, son's wedding reception. There Allison and I helped set up, run the refreshments, and clean up. We met the bride and re-met the groom, and the dad of the groom who was my dad's childhood friend. Well, I like I think college or highschool friend... This is the guy who has three sons, the youngest son (also the tallest son) is 6 foot 8 inches, tall... Well I have like nothing else to say...

My Problem: I want everything Awesome to be Real

   Right now I really want to be a mutant pirate from Lorien who happens to go to Hogwarts School or Witchcraft and Wizardry and at the same time I want to be a member of the Jedi order. Am I the only person who over-imagines to awesome stories they read? I hope not. I watched Xmen 2 once, and my fantasies are suddenly littered with the extreme adventurous danger of being a mutant. Out of the blue, I want it to be real, I want it to happen to me. I obviously noticed that I am not physically mutant, but can I be mentally? I invented...no, I discovered... that we Seminar, are the forefathers of the mutant race, the early mutants, the beings who came early in the mutant evolution. That describes why I want to be a mutant pirate, all though it does not explain why I want to be a pirate.
    I saw Pirates of the Caribbean at Summer Pops and was strastruck with the awesome danger and adventure created when being a 1600, 1700's pirate, Awr! Seeing as there is no way to (yet) go back into the past, I decided that seeing as the Vikings (who were technically early pirates) are my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great (etc..) grandparents, I have a drip of ancient pirate blood in my vines.
    Lorien. I have not been able to make this true yet...hmm. For those of you who have read I am Number Four, The Power of Six, and The Rise of Nine, know what Lorien is. A planet far, far away in another galaxy where people are technically mutant they have awesome powers known as Loric powers. In the books 10 were sent to Earth when their planet was attacked by another fellow planet, Mogador.
    Hogwarts. My hope is that the millions of letter addressed to me were actually lost in the mail. AY! Those of you who have read Harry Potter as much as I have, would know that the American school for witches and wizards is actually Salem Witches School... but to make it easier for you who have simply watched the movies or not read the series 49 times through (yes, exactly 49 times) I will still call the Americna school Hogwarts. Since 2nd grade when I started reading the series I have come up with magical reasons for everything to happen the way it does.
   Jedi. Starwars, I am addicted. Who would guess that someone as you know, as me, would actually like Starwars? For those millions of people who haven't seen it and the billion who has, it is soooo good. I drown in its awesomeness. Darth Vaders voice, the Sith, Tatooine, the Death Star, the Jedi, all of it!I want to be brave and fight with a light saber, I want to defeat an enemy. (P.S I have watched Star Trek too, but Star Wars is way better...)

  You must think I am crazy...

The Over-active Imagination of Under-stimulated Students

So far, Rebecca is the only one who has contributed to the changing of our blog name. Good job Bex. Bad job everyone else. Except Alexandra recently submitted four titles, which I ask her to post down below.
So far we have three ideas (plus Lex's):
1. The Over-active Imagination of Under-stimulated Students
2. The Life of soon-to-be Teenage Mutant Ninja Tortoises
3. Mutants in the form of highly intelligent middle schoolers.

please comment your favorites, or your create your own.
Lex please post yours:)

Sanely Insane

MWAHAHAHA...as Rebecca foresaw in the previous post, I am posting, I just have not gotten insane enough to do so yet. You must think, "Would it not be better to be sane while posting versus insane?" I think not. Take for example journalists, to do a job as crazy as that you must be half-witted or very smart just a tad... you know... loco. Any person who can write a fully-fledged essay without boring the reader has to be crazy (since the reader has to be crazy to want to read it.) I...cough, cough... find myself crazy in two senses, well actually 1 1/2. I am crazy as a reader to want to read all these essays and also crazy as a writer to be able to write these essays or books or articles or blah blah blah. You must doubt my insanity (hahaha... caught you there, shouldn't you be doubting my sanity, but no I am insane so you can't (???) you must be doubting why I am not in a mental institute for crazy (yet hopefully literate) people) since I have not explained why I am crazy in only 1 1/2 senses... So be it... I will bring myself to explain. The bare truth is.... (DRUMROLL) I do not know if people enjoy my writing so I can't claim that they do by saying I am good at writing, thus I give myself merely 1/2 the value of being literary gifted as a writer.

Please comment below....

A Story That I Felt Compelled To Tell

         I have felt compelled to tell the story of a person. Of course, this story may or may not be offensive, so I legally needed to change her name to avoid lawsuits. This is the story of Suzzana. Specifically, Stupid Suzzana who Seriously Sucks at Soccer.

         Now, this girl, Suzzana, decided to try out for Impact two years ago. She was under the impression that she was good at soccer. She was wrong. For example, she thought that anytime you kicked the ball in the air it was called punting. She toe-poked, she couldn't control the ball, and she just had no clue about anything called tactics. In fact, she would have probably hurt rather than helped any team she played on. Once she asked what are team name should be. Everyone said, duhh its Impact. She was like, 'what, we don't get to choose are own team names? Last year my team was called the Lightning (that is once again a false name just as a precaution.) We had to explain that when you play for a serious competitive club you have to take there name.

         Anyway, you might be wondering why I'm telling you this. The truth of the matter is, I played this girls' camp in dodgeball this very day. (she wasn't too good at that either.) She was in tennis camp, and let me tell you, she wasn't too great at that. I took extreme pleasure in pegging her hard with the ball, and when she threw her ball across in frustration, I caught it. She had no idea who I was, but the memory of her had scarred me. Someone said her name, and I recognized her. And I remembered it all.

          So, if you are still clueless about the message here, let me tell you. The moral of the story is, If you stink at sports, don't pretend your good. Know where the bar is.


P.S. Why isn't anyone else posting??? Except for the awesome Alexandra the Great???

So Much to Say... Well, Acctually, Not much at All...

1. I have found that I am a biggish influence to my cousins, mostly the younger ones... So the two youngest are Evelyn (8) and Carla (5). So anywhay, the came up with the idea that they wanted to cut their hair so it was like mine, and they persisted and got their mom, and my aunt (Aunty Anna) to cut their hair.
2. I have also found that all of them like to get piggyback rides from me whenever they can, this is mostly Evelyn... Soo, durring the time we spent there, my back and, now that I think of it, hands (hand holding) were normally being held, or jumped on...
3. I have grown a lot since the last time we visited, because, now I am a bit taller than my aunt...(and Oma, or Grandmother, Oma is German for grandma, and she requested that we call her that, and my cousins call her Lao-lao, Chinese for grandma...) (on another note, Opa is German for grandpa, but we call our grandfather grandpa... Yeh-yeh is what they call him, which is Chinese for grandpa).
4. I have put hena in my hair, so it is tinted orangish, reddish, in the light (I love it).
5. I AM BACK FROM CANADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brain Association Game

This is a brain association game. Have a piece of paper ready when you start. This is how it works. Read the word on the screen and write down the first thing that pops into your head when you see it. Then post it as a comment. You can do an explanation if you want. I will post mine in a couple days.

1. apples
2. kitchen
3. cat
4. water
5. soccer
6. legos
7. seminar
8. seagulls
9. abnormal
10. crazy

(Bonus: 11. Alexandra)

Have fun
Beccajandro

Tidal Waves Kill hundreds of people in La Jolla

Tidal Waves Kill hundreds of people in La Jolla

At the Wind'n'sea beach in La Jolla Hermosa, on August 11th 2:44 PM,  huge waves terrified and murdered several individuals enjoying their stay at the sunny, white-sanded beach. Among these unlucky (some of which managed to escape) persons, were our own two reporters: Grace Dessert and Alexandra Backlund. They were enjoying a calm stay in the warm waters and under the blue skies when terror struck the beach. Caught in an under pull and rip current they barely go out of the water when the 17 ft. waves haunted the previously-glorious day. The tidal waves struck five at a time and after hours in between of calmness many people thought they were over... they were not. Grace Dessert and Alexandra Backlund are proud survivors of La Jolla's  personal tsunamis.

Yellow fingers and missing hairbands

          My basketball team (The Waves) had a beach party today and it was awesome. It was my first time going to the beach all summer and we had an inflatable raft that we used as a boogie board and rode the waves in. I got completely soaked and dumped many times (inflatable rafts are not exactly very stable vehicles). I also lost the two hairbands at the bottom of my braids and my hair went kinda crazy as it made the transition for straight to wavy (because I had a relaxer in it didn't totally freak out.) I then managed to lose my second favorite (and second) scrunchy to the powerful ocean. It was tragic but enjoyable.
          When we got out of the water we began tie-dying socks (something very fun which I can describe in more detail later). Anyway, are hands became clammy after we dried them and we couldn't get the latex gloves on. So we decided to just not use the gloves. We ended up getting dye all over our hands and it doesn't come off easily, so my hands are tinted watermelon colors, pink, yellow, and green.
          I came home covered in massive amounts of sand, and when wondering how I got into this state, I figured.... it was just the power of Waves.

Olympic Traitors

          I hope everyone here is cheering for the United States and praying that we get more medals than China (maybe not that last part). Wouldn't you be ashamed to cheer against your own country? Well everyone, I would like to say that my mom is a traitor. A traitor, I know, how shocking. She cheers rigorously for every Jamaican in the track and field races. In one instance, there were no Jamaicans in the qualifier. "Yes," I exclaimed, "You can finally cheer for the Americans." "Oh no," she said, "I must cheer for Trinidad and Tobago. Root for our other Caribbean Island friends." But of course, in everything else where there only the major countries compete (swimming, diving, gymnastics...), she wants the Americans to win. Now, don't you agree that she must be a traitor. You can't cheer against us, then for us. It doesn't work that way. USA all the WAY.

            Also, just in is the fact that so far Jamaica is in second with medals per capita which means that she gets even more bragging rights. You can check out this cool website for more per capita facts.

 http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/olympics-fourth-place-medal/jamaica-grenada-lead-per-capita-medal-count-152102598--oly.html

Beccajandro

The Life of Soon-To-Be Teenage Mutant Ninja Tortoises

     As you all know, school is approaching quicker than we would have expected it to. For some people, this is a good thing, for others it is not. But there is one thing that has to happen when school starts. This blog will need a new name. It can no longer be: The Summer Fun Normally Abnormal Blog, because, as I have just brought to your attention, summer is ending. We have exactly 3 weeks and 4 days until the first day of school, and that many days to pick the new title of this blog. Here are a couple ideas for a new name:
1. The Normally Abnormal Blog
2. Normally Abnormal Friends
3. The Normally Abnormal School Blog
4. The Normally Abnormal School Year
5. School, Fun, and normally Abnormal Friends
6. School - The tragic but exciting truth
7. Rubber Ducks, Giraffes, Bananas, and Posts
8. The Life of soon-to-be Teenage Mutant Ninja Tortoises
9. The Blog where Pigs Fly, and Red Riding Hood eats the Wolf
10. ........................
     As you can see, there are endless possibilities. Feel free to comment which ones you like, or make up your own ideas. In a little while, I will set up a vote with the top blog names. Good Luck!

Seven Years Old for A Day

     It all started at the San Diego Tennis and Racquet club. My sister, my dad, and I were walking past tennis courts to get to #9, the court that we reserved. This court happened to be right next to the kid's playground. It was not one of those plastic toddler playgrounds, it was more like an old-fashioned, all steel playground. There was a balance beam, a swing set, a slide, and of course, monkey bars. Memories came flooding back to me. Me when I was seven, swinging, running, jumping, playing on a playground much like this one.
     I first tried out the balance beam. Wow, I didn't remember it being so easy. The swings I couldn't exactly try out. There were only the baby swings--the diaper-shaped ones. The slide was surprisingly short, and i didn't really slide down it--I kept on trying to scoot my self down, but I never  really slid. How could something so fun only 5 years ago be so boring and disappointing now? My heart was broken.
     I pouted the whole ten steps to the tennis court, but soon lost interest in finding out if I would become 7 again if I acted like a seven year old. Time to play tennis.
     The ball came whizzing past me as soon as my sister served. Oops, I didn't move. Oh well, maybe I'll move next time. I waddled like a penguin to go get the ball behind me. Bending down like a robot, I picked up the ball, and looked straight ahead through the odd green fence cover. THE PLAYGROUND WAS CALLING ME!
     I could go right after I finished the game. Time to become 12 again! The serve whizzed to me again, and I pulled my arm back. I hit it. Yes, in! Oops, I forgot my sister could hit the ball too. Oh well. I ended up losing the game. No surprise there.
     I dropped my racket, and sprinted to the playground. There was one thing I had not tried yet. THE MONKEY BARS! Dun, Dun, Dun, Dun, .... 
     I climbed up the ladder. I placed my left hand on the first bar. And I swung, and placed my right hand on the fourth bar. I can skip two bars!, I thought to myself.  I let go of the first bar, and reached for the eighth bar in my left hand. I grabbed it. And my hand slid off. Poop, I fell to the ground, and landed in the sand. How will I ever complete my goal? ...... The sand, I can be like a gymnast! I rubbed sand in between my hands, and got up off the ground. I set a goal in my mind. There back, There back. No stopping for more sand, and no two hands on the same bar at one time.
     The sand helped a lot. I went there and back, skipping two bars, swinging. Halfway done. I looked down at my hands. They were covered in dark dirt. My sweat mixed with the sand. I soon realized they hurt. Oh Well. I've go to complete my goal.
     I barely made it to the other side. I looked down at my hands. Ouch! I had a blister in the middle of my left, and it had already popped. Ew. But I could not stop, I was determined.
    The last part of the journey was the hardest. My hands stinging, my blister already popped. I tried to avoid hurting my blister more, and finally, I made it! I was the champion!
    I suddenly felt an unpleasant stinging sensation in my left hand. I looked down! AHHH! I had 2 blisters now! And they both had already popped! I was about to cry, but I decided I didn't like trying to be 7 anymore. It came with consequences. At least I did the monkey bars, I thought to myself.

Why does summer always mean computer games?

When I have free time during the summer, I always find myself on the computer. It's weird, even when I don't have anything particular that I want to use it for. I suspect some of you might be in this same position. I recently discovered some games that I like to play. The best part about these games is that the walkthroughs are all over the internet and youtube (which is on the internet, I know).

1. Covert Front (series)
2. Riddle School (series)
3. Submachine (series)
4. Jack French (series)
5. Nick Bounty (series)
6. Stickman Murder Mysteries (google it)
7. Detective Grimoire (series)
8. High School Detective (series)
9. flophone (series)
10. flopad (series)

If you like these games you should try searching online for Room Escape games. A good ones is the Speed Escape series.

There is also a very good website (www.flonga.com) that if you search room escape games in its search bar you will get very good results. I hope this can keep you entertained for a little while.

Gamemaster (beccajandro)

P.S. If you find any other good games please comment and let me know.

I'm Sorry to Say It

It is sad to have to finally think about school. Not that I haven't been thinking about it, I have, but now, I am FORCED to think about it and accept the fact that it starts in about a month. Also, I don't have any more camps. Just free weeks spent worrying and getting ready for school.
I am so not used to getting up at 6:00, in fact, when I don't have camp I end up sleeping until 8:00. And after school I will have to do homework! Homework! That hasn't been done since last school year, in 6th grade! But this year is 7th grade, and there will be even more! AHHHHH!
And don't even get me started on classes! Ms. Shockly, Ms. Brown, Mr. Martin, and then of course PE, Science, and History (as 7th graders call it) I got stuck with the scariest teachers in the world!
Just thinking about the school year gives me the jitters. But there is always an up side i guess. It is sorta exciting to be big 7th graders, not puny 11 year olds anymore. There will be new people, and new classes, and new textbooks, and even new lockers (I really hope I don't get one in the dark and scary hallway!)
So thats all I really want to say about school, and still, these next few weeks will be spent trying to avoid the topic.

Octopus and Giraffe

     Although the title may sound like a story (fictional) this passage is not.  So, now to adress the first topic, the octopus. Today we went to the beach and Allison and I were in the water. She saw a blob of purple and I had soon identified it to be an octopus, later we saw a ripped-off peice of the octopus, making it clear that t was, an octopus...
     Next the iraffe, this toppic includes other things related to it. So anyway, I am almost done crocheting a demented giraffe, it is white and blue and has big feel and a big head, and... no tail (the pattern didn't have me make one). Well that wraps this post up, oh and, on Sunday, when I leave for Canada, I leave to go to the airport around 10, 10:30...