Summer's here!

*Note: like the last blog, I didn't write this entry today. This one was written July Second.
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I absolutely love a summer in Pines, and I probably always will. They are lazy, carefree, and for me, they never bring boredom.
Summer is a time for me to live life the way it was meant to be lived. To start new hobbies, rediscover how to live with myself, and complete goals I've been aching to fulfill. I've been writing, drawing, and reconnecting with friends. Swimming in Black Bear Creek, spending whole days downtown and in the park, and dying my hair. And now I'm finally going to post all these bloody belated entries.
Some good things I'm excited about:
~A car wash with my friends to benefit Heifer
~ A proper reunion with the Old Willow School crowd to send us 9th graders off to highschool.
~ And of course, writing my novel...
But... if you don't have as much to do this summer as myself, then maybe you should also consider writing a book. You don't have to be great at writing. It's just a great creative outlet. Hell, You could even publish it! But only if you want.

Next Entry:
How to Write a Novel and other useful tips.

14 years is a long time...

*Note: I actually wrote this entry on the 2nd of June, three days before my 14th birthday. It just takes me a while to jump to the internet.
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14 years. 168 months. Too many days to count. I'm going to take some time to reflect on life so far,
First of all, being a little kid. Young children are my inspiration. My model for a philosophy. They live life so simply, and matter-of-factly, and yet with a joyful, open mind. I believe we should all live like this. No, I'm not one of those people who comes up with a so called "Deep" take on life, yet doesn't even consider living their ideals. I immerse myself in the way life should be lived in my world.
Then I remember turning 10, leaving some of that child carelessness behind, as well as friends I grown apart from. The first time I thought I looked fat; the first time I fell hard for someone from a distance. The first time I ever cut myself. And so descends my depression.
13 was a year of philosophy, of truely finding myself, as I found my way out of the mess that was the past few years. I think my birthday wishes and New Years resolutions must have followed through, because 2009 rolled in with a bang, and things began to get better.
And now 14. Now the rain is gone there are endless possiblitities, and I have a great zest for life. I'm even writing a novel now.
OK, I'm done with the cheese now. Later.

~Your Isla

The Pointless Ramblings of a [possible] stalker

Where has the time flown? Actually I was referring to how rarely I seem to publish for this blog, but in the bigger sense, that's completely true. It seems like just yesterday I was biking back and forth between school and therapy, in my favorite Hot Topic hoodies. Sometimes I feel like my past-self was such a lame-ass. I feel bad saying this because who I was is such a huge part of who I am today, but that girl is something my body just completely rejects, like that sliver of wood in my toe two summers ago.
That girl hated herself mercilessly
That girl was desperate to be something so far away.
That girl listened to heavy metal on a beautiful day with the blinds drawn.
That girl was me. I gotta stop hating her.
Newsflash: I think I'm in love with my teacher, Nora. Not literally, although I used to be convinced I was gay. She just fascinates me, you know?
Nora:
~dies her hair crazy colors
~doesn't shave her legs
~has shaved her head
~loves to read
~is freaky intellegent
~has a weird mystique about her that draws you in
~Is pregnant

I'm saying all this because I just found her blog online, and have been reading up. Does this make me a stalker? Please, do tell.

Stage 1- Who is Isla Rose?

Ok, so everyone has a life story, a setting, and a crazy-ass cast of characters. First of all I'd like to say EVERY NAME OR PLACE is a pseudonym, so if you have any Isla Roses, Ellie Walters etc. It's NOT who I'm talking about! (that is, unless I have a clone going under cover) But all incidents are true.
I am 13, old for my years, and suffering through middle school. What I am doing may seem juvinile and hypocritical, but I have ti do something before I start losing my mind.
I was born and raised in Pines, Oregon, a stylish, expensive tourist town; POP. 22,000. It's an artsy-fartsy place where 1/2 of the population are pot-smoking hippies and self decided hobos, and the other 1/2 are really well off, and like to pretend the hippies and hobos don't exist.
This is called writers voice. My teacher, Anne, talks about it all the time, and although all that I just said there was true, Pines is a great town, and I'm glad I live here.
In Isla Rose's life, the cast of characters is HUGE and cannot be described quickly, so I'll give a few bios for now, of my family and favorite people.
Mother: Jackie
I got over the whole "My Mother is SO embarrassing" stage about a year ago, and so now my mother is my great friend. She's the best mum ever and always listens, never judges. She's also british, which is cool.
Father: Henry
My dad is pretty cool also, but I get is more arguments with him than my mum. He plays in a band called _________ (I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you). He's nice, outdoorsy, and has a million jobs.
Brother: Dashiell
One word- confusing. Sometimes I have SO much fun with my 11-(almost 12)year old brother. Sometimes I hate him more than anything. He has messy, dirty blond hair, bright green eyes, and enjoys soccer and basketball. In highschool the girls are gonna be all over him.
Alex
My most mature friend. Like, hugs her mom in public, is smart with some deep ideas, but knows how to just be a kid as well. She's oober tall with short, shaggy, light blond hair, and a good taste in clothes and indy- music.
Sarah and Amanda
The Japanese twins. Amanda is outgoing and funny, and Sarah's more quiet and artistic. Theyre never lonely cause they have eachother, and I'm dead jealous of them.
Lela
Popular, but with less drama. She's VERY pretty, medium height, athletic, with olive skin and thick black ringlets which she (tragically) straightens. She's funny and all around nice.
Olivia
Down to earth and popular, but in a completely different way than Lela is. People just gravitate towards her. She's tall, skinny, a brilliant dancer wth long brown hair and a nice, normal face.
Me? I'm introverted, creative, a little awkward, and I love to act like a kid. I'm normal height with wavy strawberry hair, big feet and little shoulders.
Write later.
--Isla