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