Harry Potter

Dear World,
I have received a request from, I can only assume, my anonymous stalker asking for my thought on the latest Harry Potter movie (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, to those of you who are sadly unaware). And so, as I have never received a request, nor did I think that I would, I feel inclined to answer it.
I, unfortunately, was unable to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter because I has a math test the next day and my mother said no. However, I did see it the Friday directly following the Thursday of the midnight release. But when I was finally able to see it, I was pleased by the outcome. I'm glad that the director and producers decided to cut it into to parts because the is no way for them to compact the entire book into one movie, as it has been shown in some of the other films *cough*4th movie*cough*, and I also think that they cut off the movie in a good place. Had I been someone who had not read the books, however, I imagine that I would have been extremely confused by the happenings in the movie. (I refuse to see the Harry Potter movies for the first time with someone who hasn't read the books because, at that point, questions are intolerable.) There were some thing I wish they would have done differently, like when Harry was questioning Kreacher about the locket and escaping from the Lovegood's house, but overall, I thought it was well done. Indeed, there were parts that I really liked their take on, like the time they spent at the ministry and Harry and Hermione dancing in the tent.
But to answer my stalkers question, yes I have seen the Harry Potter movie, I enjoyed it, but I obviously like the books better that the movie.
Thank you for your time,
Isabella
P.S.
I'm going to be depressed when the last movie comes out because then I will have nothing to look forward to, Harry Potter related, at least.
P.S.S.
I was very sad when I finished the 7th book.
P.S.S.S.
I really want to go to the Harry Potter theme park in Orlando.
P.S.S.S.S.
Don't you just P.S.'s?
P.S.S.S.S.S.
I love you.

Who are you again?

Hello, friends.
I'm feeling extremely awkward writing this right now--why was I never fazed by the fact that i was talking to no one before? So, you're all (a.k.a. no one) probably confused because, in theory,I stopped blogging already. So what am I doing now? Well, for one, I am finalizing my decision to stop blogging. Or rather, I am un-finalizing it. Meaning I am NOT going to stop blogging forever and I am not abandoning this blog. My post may or may not continue to be scattered scarcely, just as they are now, but I will still be writing here occasionally. So...ya. I will be talking to you again in the near/distant future. BTdubbs, I officially have an Internet stalker-ish. An "anonymous" person commented on several of my pots saying thing like: we know you live in Massachusetts! We know you went on vacation and where you went! We know your brothers name!...mischievous, right?
Until we speak again,
I am cordially yours (especially you, dear stalker),
Isabella

My One True Love

There is not much that I have to say, or that I want to say. What I need to say is this: I love you Harry Potter. You complete my life. Without you, Harry, I am a lost cause. I know you'll be here forever; I'l always be right by your side. I love you Harry Potter.

And So The Fancy Has Struck Me...

...And when the inspiration calls, one can do nothing but answer. As it is night time, I will let it slide that it is summer and I am on the computer. And this post is similar to many others that i already have...about Computers (and the internet), Gaming Consoles, and the lack of Real, Hard Books.
So I have been trying to spend less time on the computer and more time enjoying the world outside. This was easier than I had expected. At first, there was the primary shock, but with time, it faded. Now I am used to enjoying the outdoors, and I am glad that I pushed myself (harder than I had previously done) to leave the cyber world behind. This is my first blog of the summer, and it feels weird.
My brother, however, has not. He spends countless hours everyday on his Xbox in our basement. The poor boy is at a loss.
During the schol year, I went on the computer each night before retiring. This summer I have been reading instead. But because I always read, it hasn't been a very large change. Whatever.
On another note:
My brother got his learners permit today, and when we were coming home from the orthodontist, my dad let him drive. WITH ME IN THE CAR! I had vehemently stated several times that I refused to get in the car with Nigel behind the wheel, but apparently I was misunderstood. I was defenseless, because I could hardly walk home on the highway, so I was inclined to let him drive me. It was the most terrifying experience of my life. I am mentally and physically scarred from this traumatic experience.

Read Me!

I am aware that it has been an excessively long time since I blogged. Do not scold. The reason? I am attempting to find myself a life, and (unfortunately) that is not something that can be searched for on Google. Nor can it be found anywhere on the computer. I wasted to much of Summer '09 on the computer. If you wish to learn more about that, divert your attention to Bored? Me too. (Again). So I will not be posting much over the summer, but I will be occasionally, so check back every few weeks for more on my average life.
Happy Summer.
~Isabella

School (Or Should I Say Summer, When It Is Hot, Like Leonardo DiCaprio)

School is almost over! Yippe! Hooray! Two more days!
It is a very exciting time of year, this mid July-ness. Mid July-ness is nice. Very nice. You know what would make it nicer? Late July-ness,when there is no school. That would be nice.
Shall I tell you a story?
STORY TIME!
Once Upon A Time, I was in English class. And our teacher gave us postcards and stamps to send to her this summer. Hmm...Interesting? I think so.
New topic:
In school, we recently finished reading Romeo & Juliet. I actually didn't think it was so bad, and the Shakepearean English became easier to read. We also watched the movie. My thoughts? Leonardo DiCaprio is hot.
That is all.
~Isabella

Remember That Time When...

Remember that time when I...you know, we were...we were...we.were...that time when...and then...you know?...it was...and the...and I...and you...we, like( sorry Elle)...and...Have you ever had one of those times where you just can't say something? Yeah *pinch* I mean yes, me too. Quite often, actually. Quite often indeed.
~Isabella

Graduation Parties (But That's Not Really What It's About)

So, I have finished finals and have returned to the internet.
Ah, finals.
Not fun.
Anywho, moving on to the point of this post:
I am shy(only slightly). I am social awkward (not really). I do not do well meeting new people(I'm not actually that bad).
Yesterday, we (my family) went to a graduation party for the daughter of my Mom's best friend. I have not seen any of the since I was a baby. Needless to say, i don't remember them. Also, my brother goes to school with the son. So Isabella was the only person who knew no one.
Let's just say I didn't enjoy our trip to New Hampshire.
And we forgot something and had to turn around.
And the car ride was an hour long.
And I have said enough, so, for now, goodbye.
~Isabella

What else is hollow?

So I said I wouldn't be posting, but I was bored. So here is what I have to say:
I was eating my lunch, and I stuck my fork into my avocado, and I was surprised to find that it was hollow. So I did what anyone would do and said:
"My avocado is hollow."
And my extremely mature sixteen-year-old brother replies by saying:
"You know what else is hollow, Isabella?"
And because I am always a step ahead, I am quick to say:
"Your head." Yes, I know, I am incredible.
And then Nigel (my extremely mature sixteen-year old brother) says in a slightly melancholy voice:
"That's what I was going to say, but about your head."
And because my head is not hollow, and his head is, I am ready to say:
"Nigel, I'm smarter than you. Don't try to out-wit me."
This was for all the younger sisters of extremely mature sixteen-year-old brothers.
~Isabella

Why I Won't Be Posting

So I have finals next week. So that means I'll be studying. So that means I will be busy. So that means I won't be posting. So that is why I won't be blogging. SO that is the end.
~Isabella

I Am Slightly Senile

Soooo, I haven't written a blog in a while. I wish I could say that I was super busy doing super cool things, but alas, I cannot. So this here is just a post to say that I have not posted recently, and I have been bored and done nothing.
This is very interesting, is it not?
Of course it is.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I am talking to myself.
I am cool.
Good-bye, nobody.
~Isabella

Personality & Learning Styles (Quizzes, and Other Things Like That)

In our Social Studies class at school, we have been finding out out learning style and personality type. I think it's extremely enjoyable, because normally Social Studies is my most boring class.
Tuesday, we found out our learning styles using the V.A.R.K (Visual Auditory Read/Write Kynesthetic) method. I was a read/write learner. Everyone in the class except for my friend and me was Multi-Modal, which means they can learn in more than one way. Unfortunately, both my Friend and I have very strong preferences for our learning style of choice (she was visual, if you were wondering.) So basically we're stupid if we can't have what we want. Lovely.
Yesterday, we found out our personalty type using the Gregorc method. People are either Concrete Sequential, Concrete Random, Abstract Sequential, and Abstract Random. Concrete means that you think in the physical state. Abstract means that you are able to think beyond what is in front of your eyes. Sequential means you have an order to your thinking, and Random is where there is no order to your thought process. I am Abstract Sequential, and the traits I read about it fit pretty well. It also says that I don't like people who are random, and when I asked the people by whom I am annoyed what they were, they were all Randoms. I agree with Mr. Gregorc.
I think it's pretty exciting to find out these things I didn't know about myself, but they're not always true.
Don't believe everything you read on the Internet, kids.
*Isabella

Romeo & Juliet

I am beginning to question whether or not I speak English. I speak American, yes, but English? I'm not quite sure.
In my English class, we are reading Romeo & Juliet. If there is anyone who somehow doesn't know what that is, here you are: William Shakespeare wrote this play a long, long time ago (in a Galaxy far away). It is about two people (Romeo &Juliet) who fall in love, and end up dieing (along with most of the other character) in the end. It's a tragedy. Now, because Shakespeare wrote it in the 1500's, it is in very old English. Very old English indeed. Now, back then, a sign of a good writer was one who was able to write with a beat. I also believe that to be a good writer, you needed to be able to put an unnecessary amount of words into the dialogue. Some of the words mean very different things than they do know, and I have a very hard time understanding what is written on the page in front of me.
It's actually sort of a funny story. I know what you're thinking How is it funny, the lovers die in the end? I am aware that they both take their own lives in the end, but that is not why I find it slightly comical. The whole story takes place in less that a week. Romeo & Juliet meet, fall in love, get married, try to run off together, and kill themselves all in around four days. Did I mention that they aren't even fourteen? It's slight unbelievable, but an interesting story none the less.
Also, in addition to Rome & Juliet dieing, their cousins, friends, and random other people have to go down with them. Oh, Romeo, why did you have to sneak into that party and meet Juliet? His disobedience caused himself (and probably half of his and Juliet's family) to die. And Romeo didn't even go to the party to meet Juliet, he went to See the girl he was in love with before he met Juliet. In our present day slang, we would call him a 'player'. He's only thirteen!
I also learned that Shakespeare didn't actually come up with the story, he was just the first one to think of writing it down. It was a sort of folk-tale before he made it into a play. I was unaware of that. It wasn't made very clear to me previously. Shakespeare should have written that somewhere.
So, while I think it is an interesting story, I am bothered by the fact that there are so many problems with the story.
*Isabella

Nicknames

Hello, my cyber friends!
I have not made a post for quite some time, because, as I said, I was in New Hampshire on a hike. Never fear, I have returned with something to write about. Now grab your popcorn, sit back, and enjoy the show.
My topic for today is nicknames. Although I always sign my blogs "~Isabella" my name is really Isabel. Therefore, I am not usually called Bella. I was one summer at a tennis camp, and I felt really awkward whenever someone said my name. Bella didn't really fit me. Although I didn't like Bella, it comes no where near my hatred for "Izzy". Some people call me that, and try as I might to get whomever does it to stop, I am unsuccessful. I have never liked being called "Izzy", but when I was younger, I let it slide, thinking eventually it would un-stick. Regretfully, I was wrong. Most of my closest friends have never called me "Izzy", it has always been the girls I didn't really like i the first place. I have made it very clear that I dislike Izzy, and the boys have had no problems listening, it's the girls that don't seem to understand my wishes.
Some people have really terrible names, and really nice nicknames. I heard yesterday that Roger Federer's wife's real nime is Miraslava, but she goes my Mirka. Miralsava is just a painful,painful name. No one deserves that. No one, I say. And then there are the people with names that are really nice, but give themselves bad nicknames. Katherine, for instance, is a nice name, but I really don't like Katie. My least favorite type of nicknames are the ones that don't make sence. John to Jack. Robert to Bob. William to Bill. The list goes on. I don't understand. How does Bob come out of Robert? Why not just keep it as Rob. It's the same thing as Bill, what's wrong with Will?
People these days, I just don't understand.
*Isabella

Hikes and Knees

So in this post, I shall be blogging about two separate things that will connect in the end. This being said, do not be confused by the sudden change in topic. All will reveal itself in due time.
Tomorrow, my grade is going on a hiking trip at Pinkam Notch. We are staying for two night, and doing an all day hike on Thursday. The other two days we are doing other mountain/nature related activities. One night we even get to go on a night hike! Hiking in the dark...it makes the hike oh so much better. I actually really enjoy hiking, unlike some people in my class, and so I've been looking forward to this trip for awhile.
To my extreme annoyance, my school does not force all students to come on the trip. I think that this is a problem. One boy isn't coming because he doesn't like our grade. One girl isn't coming because she...she has no reason. She just doesn't want to hike and be away from home. Another girl isn't joining us because she doesn't like nature. DOESN'T LIKE NATURE? That is ridiculous. I believe that everyone should be required to come unless they have a legitiment reason not too. A medical problem, for example. Last year, we went to Cape Cod, where there are many ticks. One girls didn't come because she has a severe case of Lymes disease, and if she got a bite, she would become seriously ill. I scoffed at this, and thought that no one was going to get a bite. I was wrong, however. As it turned out, I was the student who was viciously attacked.
In the beginning, I wrote "we" many times. I will explain why this was not entirely accurate. Yesterday, I was sitting in English class, when I decided to adjust the position of my knee under my desk. Turns out this was not a very good idea. My patella (knee cap) does not track properly, and by just slightly moving my knee, I dislocated my patella. I waved it off, not realizing what I had done. luckily my patella found its way back onto the track, but it was very aggravated that I played tennis for an hour and a half yesterday. It was really painful to walk, and so today I went to the doctor (where they told me what had happened), and was given a brace. Not just any brace, oh no. That wouldn't do. They had to give me THE ugliest brace ever. It starts at my upper thigh, and goes down until maybe three inches above my ankle. Not to mention the fact that it is gray, with six black straps around it. The worst part is that it prevents me from moving my knee completely.
So, this means I will not be hiking tomorrow. Why couldn't my knee have waited until next week to protest against me? Alas, it was yesterday, two day before the hike. But I am not a quitter. No, I shall be accompanying my class to New Hampshire. Though I will not be doing any hiking (not even the night hike, which, as I said, I was very excited for), I will prove to those who opted to stay home that they are babies, and I am strong like bull.
STRONG LIKE BULL, I TELL YOU!
~Isabella

Why The Internet Is Ruining Our Lives

It has recently come to my attention that people are reading less and less. I have noticed that as I've grown older, most of my friends have stopped reading, or only read books when necessary (for school). There is only one explanation (in my mind) for this: The Internet. Yes, my friends, that is what I believe is the cause for all the reading related problems. People find ways to spend hours on the computer while accomplishing nothing. Whilst reading, a person can learn quite a bit. Even the books that seem simple and easily readable will have at least one thing new to tell you. Unfortunately, I can not say that about all websites. Some websites are informative, sure, but others are so pointless it makes me wonder why they even exist. I am aware that I often talk about facebook in a negative manner, but it has at least one pupose that I can think of. While facebook is a very good time waster it also helps you to connect with friends you can't talk to easily another way.
There are also very good websites. My favorite thing in the whole world is Google. Google is also my least favorite thing. Google is very convinient for school projects and things like that, but it also creates an easier way for people to find thing to waste their time doing. Another website that I find is extremely helpful (but does not, that I can find, have anything to waste time doing on) is Bibme. It is an online bibliography creator. All you have to do is type in the name of the book/website and it puts it in bibliograpy format! It's all very exciting, and it REALLY saves time on projects.
Now, because all I ever blog about is the internet, high schools, and facebook, I will add high school into this to have three-in-one! The internet is also really helpful for finding out about schools. All of the schools have websites, and tell about the school. It's good to be prepared. Like a boy-scout!
So there you have it, my opinion (again) of the internet.
~Isabella

I FORGOT A TITLE AGAIN!

I always mean to write the title after I write the post, but I always forget!
Bad Isabella :(

I learned something quite ridiculous today. Something quite ridiculous indeed. So ridiculous, that I feel the need to blog about it. As the whole world knows, there are quite a few people who are completely in love with Twilight. If you were not aware of this, then I suggest you pay more attention to the behavior of people. So, as I was saying, manymanymany people seem to believe Twilight is the most important thing in their lives. I, however, disagree. I admit to having read it, and seen the movies, but I have not, and will continue to refuse to sink to the level of the Twilight fans who cover their rooms in posters. But they don't stop there, Oh no, they would never. They take it to the next level by going to see the movie premieres at midnight. That is just ridiculous. Who would stay up until 3 AM to see the premiere? Not me. To really prove to other Twilight lovers that you are a TRUE fan, you must join a fan club, or better yet, create one. The, with your group, you can make signs and watch the movie over and over and over again. FUN! To take it one step farther, you can travel across the country to go to an autograph signing. Who wouldn't want to wait in line for hours to get an autograph?! But here is where the ridiculous part I was originally talking about comes in. The top two baby boy names are Cullen and Edward. Who would name their child Cullen? I mean, it's the characters SURname, not given name. So that, my friends, is how to let the whole world know that you are unhealthily obsessed with Twilight.
Good Day to you all.
~Isabella

I am about to write an extremely long blogpost. Oh, and I don't know what I'm going to write about yet. So this should be fun. Recently, I have been slacking on my duties as a blogger. I have been posting short, infrequent, and uninteresting things. So I will try, at this time, to entertain you.
First, as you may have noticed, some of my most recent blogs have been about High Schools. I am aware that they are not very interesting to others, but it is something I want to (and need to) write about. I apologize to those who find it boring to read.
Secondly, this post will also be about High Schools, though slightly different than the others. Hopefully, it will be more interesting and enlightening than the others. I am merging my post about facebook and High Schools together. This is where the actual story/piece begins. Enjoy.
It has recently come to my attention that facebook is a very bad thing. A very bad thing indeed. Not only is it very likely to bring down you're grades, but it also gives High Schools and Colleges reasons not to accept you. First off, people can write anything that they want on your page. Sure, you can delete it, but how can you know who has already seen it. Then there are the fan pages. They are just stupid, and completely pointless. Some actually have some substance, and do some good to the world by raising awareness on matters hidden in the shadows. Others, however, are completely pointless and unflattering. It's best to not become a fan of something "unladylike" because facebook is an extremely public place. This leads me to my next point: Stalking. Now I am being completely serious. If you list what school you go to, random people can search your name and find out where you live. That is not good. Not good, I say. How does any of this have to relate to High Schools? Well, I shall tell you. Schools can stalk you, too. They can search your name, and see anything unflattering that you, or anyone else, has posted on your page.
So how to avoid this? It's simple, really. Do not put anything you wouldn't want your Grandmother to see on your page, and chances are, the schools won't think it's bad either.
I should be one of the "Dear Abby," people for the newspaper. I give such excellent advice. It's easier said than done, though. I must listen to my own advice (which I have been trying very hard to do) because it will take me far.
And with that, I bid you adue. (I don't take french, so that's probably not spelled correctly.)
~Isabella

I Apologize for the Lack of Titles

I have been forgetting to add titles to my blogs. I am aware, and I apologize.

As I have said in recent blog posts, I am beginning to think about High Schools. Therefore, I am thinking about ways to make myself "shine". This means that I need to up my game. In everything. I need to get outstanding grades. I need to take on more extra-curricular activities. I need to be perfect. So, my dear friends, I will tell you what I plan to do. I will study harder than I already do. I have already been working very hard in school, I'm only saying I need not be just good, I must be perfect.) I am so passionate about my perfect grades, that homework no longer bothers me. Yesterday, I spent an hour-and-a-half studying for my math quiz without realizing it, because I wasn't thinking Gahh, I'm bored! I was thinking I need to do well on this. I will not snark my responsibilities of homework, because I'm on it. I'm hitting it hard.
As for extra-curricular activities, that doesn't come so clear to me. Out of school, I play tennis. In school, I play soccer(badly), and basketball. I am looking to do some community service. (Thus, the community service post.) So I will find something interesting to do that will make me "sparkle".

Community Service

I am going to write a blog today. I do not yet know what it will be about, but I'm not going to let that bother me. Eureka! I have thought of what I should write about. I'm going to do a community service project. I do not yet know what I will do. So if anyone who reads this has a good idea, please comment and tell me. I have previously worked at food banks and soup kitchens, but i want to do something BIGGER. Do you like how i made bigger bigger? I did. So like i said, comment if you have any ideas (not that I have any followers so no one will comment), please tell me, and I will take it into consideration.
HELP ME HELP PEOPLE!
~Isabella

Hello dear friends on the internet!
So, as I have said in some other blogs, I am unwilling to reveal my location, therefore, in this blog, instead of calling the school what it is really called, it we be known as "Lake", because it is on a lake.
So today, my parents made me go to an admissions workshop at Lake. In the morning, I really didn't want to go. In my mind, it was a complete waste of my Saturday. Most people don't start thinking about High School until Eighth grade. Luckily (or unluckily), I have an older brother who already went through this. So my parents knew what I had to do. Unfortunately for me, that means they know it's good to get started early. When I arrived at the science center, there were two boys from my class, and one from where I play tennis. I guess this made me realize that I'm not the only one who has to do this(even thought there were probably more than 100 people there. First there were some people from the admissions office who talked, and then there was a student panel. All of the people who talked said that once they got onto the campus, they had a gut-feeling that Lake was where they wanted to be. So I thought to myself, Isabella, you'll never know if you want to be here if you don't get a better attitude. So I picked up my spirits, and went along with what everyone was saying.
After we listened to the talks in the auditorium, we got to go on a tour. And then I realized, I can definitely imagine myself being here.
That is all.
~Isabella

May Day

My school does a strange thing. We celebrate May Day. In short, May Day used to be celebrated mostly in eastern Europe. It is on May first, but my school did it today, because we have no school on Saturdays. Anyway, so yesterday, I found out that I had absoultely NOTHING to wear. NOTHING, I tell you. So I had to go out and buy one. I left my house at aroud 8 o'clock. the mall closes at nine. It was speed shopping, and it was very intense. Normally, I am a leisurely shopper. Last night, I went to four stores in less that forty-five minutes. I am SUPER-WOMAN! Not really. Anyway, I found a dress. I won't explain because I don't want to brag.
So May Day was very boring, just like it always is. I will take this time to apologize for the lack of substance in this blog. And also in the last few blogs. I haven't had anything interesting to say.
Good-bye, friends.
~Isabella

Please Don't Stalk Me

I had a really good idea of what to write about today. Unfortunately, it was about an exhibet at a museum that would reveal my location. I want no stalkers. I hope that you can understand that. I apologize for my lack of blogging, but I had a very good blog for today. I really did. I wish I could write it. But Alas, i cannont. And for that, I apologize. I will try to think of something that I can write about without telling where I live.
Please don't stalk me.
~Isabella

Pointless Post...Enjoy

I have not been in a writing mood this weekend. I apologize. Last weekend, I was in a very writy mood. I even made another blog for book reviews, and I did two post a day. Like I said, I was in a very writing-type mood. But I have decided that I will write a simple, short post here, and a review on my other blog (http://isabelsbookreviews.blogspot.com), so if you wish to read something longer, go there. GO THERE! All I have to say now is that I am tired, I am bored, and I don't want to go to school tomorrow.
Good Night, Friends
~Isabella

Lost...I Think Not

I have a some-what funny story I wish to tell.
So today, as I was walking back from the sports field at my school, a young man came running through the woods. He was not a student at my school. So he runs up to my friend and me, and at this point we're kind of freaked out. I mean, A STRANGER WITHOUT A SHIRT IS RUNNING UP TO US! AHH! So he comes right up to us, and asks: "I'm lost. Do either of you know where a main road is?" Being the hilariously funny girl that she is, my friend decides that she will play dumb. So she says to him (in a Southern accent, I might add): " Oh, Ahhm so sorry. We don't know the street names. We've from North Carolina (though it sounded mo like Ca-a-line-uh)." And he just runs back into the woods, just like that. There were plenty of other people he could have asked, but he came to ask us. Now I must ask the question: Did he really want directins?
(I am aware that was not a vey funny story, I had nothing else to say, I apologize.)
~Isabella

New Name!

I have decided that on the internet, I will now be known as Isabella. I am aware that my URL still says Isabel, but I can't help this. There is no reason in my doing this except for fun. Maybe at some point I will become Bella. Unfortunately, I no longer like that name. I can't look at it the same since Twilight. Thank you, Stephanie Meyer, for ruining that name for me.
I will now write a quick little piece on my opinion of Twilight: I will admit, I read these books. And at the time that I read them, I loved them. That was last year. Looking back on it, I realize how stupid it was. I am proud to say that I always hated the movies.
Back to the point of this blog: I am now Isabella.
~Isabella
(See what I did there? I wrote Isabella!)

The Yellow Boat

This Wednesday and Thursday, my grade is putting on a play. It was mandatory. Now, I like to act. Unfortunately, I'm an OK singer at best. Fortunately, the play we are doing is not a musical. For some unknown reason, my drama teacher decided to cast me as a lead role. The story is about a young boy in the 1980's with Hemophilia who gets AIDS. In the 80's, the medical care wasn't as good as it is now. In the end of the play, Benjamin (the child) dies. Every time we do this scene, I either cry, or feel my eyes burning. I am an emotional person.
In the play, I am the mother of Benjamin. I don't really know how I managed to tie down this role. All I know is that I am quite pleased by it. Quite pleased indeed. Our play is split into four sections, and there is a different mother, father, and Benjamin in each of them. Luckily, I am not the mother in the section that Benjamin dies, because I don't think I would be able to act very well if I were also trying to keep myself from crying. I blubber like a baby (and yes, I just said that).
Hopefully, it will go better than it has been in our rehearsals. Let's just say we have a lot left to do, and only two rehearsals left. YIKES! I hadn't realized it was this soon. I'm not trying to sound superior, but I think that my section is the most put together. We all have our lines memorized, unlike some of the other sections. Hopefully I won't choke onstage and ruin the whole play. That would not be good.
If you were wondering, The Yellow Boat is the name of the play. I'm not entirely sure why it's called that. It's something about a song someone sings in the play, I think. I'm just glad I'm not the one who has to sing that song.
Just a funny backstory: When I was little (second grade), I thought I was a really good singer, like every other little girl. But really, I was just tone deaf, and I thought I sounded good. Oh Isabel, you're so funny. Marry me?
I have no idea where that marry me? thing came from, but I refuse to delete it. So there.
~Isabel

It has come to my attention that...

It has come to my attention that...

I spend too much time on the computer.

I am taller than I had originally thought.

I am a messy person.

I enjoy blogging, so I make an unnecessary amount of posts.

I am quite young and immature, even though I don't like to think so.

I hate rian.

I hate cold weather.

I like rainbow colors.

I enjoy painting my nails.

I get annoyed by tiny things.

I am not very tollerant of things that bother me.

I am probably annoying.

I probably annoy people.

I like my long hair.

I do not want to cut my hair.

Though I do not want to gut my hair, I want to cut it off and donate it.

The timing on my blog is of my four hours.

I am very tired.

When i read sad books, I cry my eyes out.

I need to go to sleep.

~Isabel

Bored? Me too. (Again)

Well, I now know what happens when you press enter while the cursor is in the title box: it adds the post to the blog. Well, blogger, that is not what I wanted. Humph. Stupid Blogger.
I am very bored. So bored, in fact, that I have been sitting in front of my computer for the last two hours doing NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. So I have decided to blog. Again. Only because this is a slightly better use of my time that facebook. Ahh, yes, a topic. My thoughts on facebook: At first, when I got it around a year ago, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I had FarmVille, and FishVille, and five other stupid simulation games. Yeah, it's ridiculous. I wasted hours everyday on facebook. Then I decided I needed to stop. I no longer play any of the stupid games (good move, Isabel). I no longer spend hours a day on facebook (another good move, Isabel). I probably go on twice a week, when I am exceptionally bored. It would probably be the best move to disable my account, but I can't bring myself to do that. I will just wait until I need it. It is pointless, in my opinion (though I wouldn't have thought this three months ago), to have facebook in Seventh grade. Eight grade is acceptable, when you are changing schools, and you want an easy way to stay in contact with your friends. High School, I believe, is the most appropriate time to have facebook. I don't care what your friends say: having facebook doesn't make you cool. Period.
Moving on to another painful waste of time on the computer. Sims. Sims 2, to be specific. This may be the most pointless waste of time on the computer. Basically, you sit there and control little people. It is for losers who have no friends, so they make friends for their Sims. I will admit it, this summer I probably spent at least two hours a day playing Sims this summer. It is even more pathetic than it would normally have been because it was, indeed, in the summer. THE SUMMER! I have a pool! I could have been swimming in my nicely heated pool, but no. What did I choose to do? Sit in my room, and stare at the computer screen. Thinking back on it, I can't believe I did that. BAHH, I'm so stupid. Even when I had friends over, I would play Sims. I know, I know, I'm pathetic. I'm aware. Don't judge me. I have changed my ways. I think that if I were still doing that, my parents would probably send me to Computer Addicts Anonymous. But now, I have renounced my ways.
Having said all this, I do not think blogging is a waste of time. It's the same as journaling, except that there are more people to read it (not that I think many people read my blog). My mother suggested that I don this, and I assume that she would never suggest that I get facebook or Sims. I am actually quite proud of myself for keeping up with my blog. I had thought that I would do a few posts, and give up. Oh no, not this girl. Wow, I sound stupid saying that. I also believe that my blog is a good use of time because it is improving my writing skills. I have always considered myself a fairly good writer, but as he old saying goes "Practice makes perfect". I'm sure my English teacher would be very proud of me. Maybe I'll tell her someday. Probably not.
On another note, I took an SSAT on Saturday morning (Secondary School Admission Test). It is the test you have to take if you want to go to a private High School. Let's just say it was not enjoyable. I spent three hours sitting in a chair taking my stupid test. My mother also made me do a SSAT prep course. I spent two hours every Friday taking practice tests. I must admit, it was helpful. The questions on the math section were very similar. All in all, I suppose it was less painful than it could have been.
Today, I spent about an hour redesigning my blog. I think it looks quite nice. I was always wondering how people had custom backgrounds. Today, I discovered cutest blog on the block., and they have a bunch of really cool backgrounds. I am quite happy with myself.
Tomorrow is President's Day. For those people who don't live in Massachusetts, it is a day we celebrate some of the presidents. What it means for me is no school! No school is always exciting. Also, tomorrow I am going to a laser tag place with a bunch of kids from my class. I am terrible at laser tag. Once I went for my friends birthday party (ELLE!), and some kids there were talking to her brother. They were asking him if he went to a laser tag camp, because they did. They were, in a word, losers. That's all I can say.
I am quite impressed by the length of the blog I just wrote. GO ISABEL! This was the longest blog I have ever written. I am quite proud of myself. I hope anyone who has reached this pint is not thoroughly bored.
~Isabel

Bored? Me too.

My Other Blog

I have decided that I will make another blog. This one will be for book reviews, and other posts about book. I have found that I am putting too may of these on my blog, but as I enjoy them, I will make a WHOLE NEW BLOG! YAAAAY!
Aright, so it is called http://isabelsbookreviews.blogspot.com/
if you wish to go and look at it. I will be adding some of the reviews I already have on this blog to it so it won't be empty, because I hate starting new things. I hope you will enjoy it.
Happy Blogging!
~Isabel

Orthodontics: Such A Pain

I currently have a palad expander in my mouth, and am required to wear elastics around the clock. I am lucky enough not to have braces. Yet. May 17, I will be getting them put on. Not that I don't want straight teeth, but who decided it matters? I mean, if we were all to have the teeth we have and not worry about it, braces would be unnecessary.
In Social Studies class one day, we read about A tribe of people called the Nacirema people. We sat there and listened to all the weird things that they do. Apparently, everyday the men cut their faces with small knives. Also, around once a month, the women bake their heads in small ovens. Most children were subjected to a cruel form of torture that consisted of places liberal mamount of metal in the childs mouth. After listening to about three pages of the weirdest rituals ever, it was revealed to us that Nacirema is American backwards (they were not real), and everything we were lead to believe that they did was what we do, but explained differently. The metal-in-mouth thing was braces (that's why I thought of it). The men cutting their faces in shaving, and the women baking their heads is when they go to the hair salon and sit under those funny little head do-dopps. Weird, huh?
I suppose some of the things we do to ourselves are extremely weird. Ah well, what am I supposed to do?
~Isabel

TwinDay TuesDay!

I will take you back to last week...
My friend Natalie and I were talking about how wish we could be six-year-olds again. Unfortunately, I doubt that will happen.
I will take you back to yesterday...
i came to school wearing my new sneakers. Natalie mentioned that she had the same shoes, and said that we should wear them on the same day. I decided to take it to the extreme; I said we should dress the same, like twins! You know how people dress their six-year-old twins the same? See! We are six! Well, we're six at heart, anyway. We had big bows in our ponytails, and people kept giving us funny looks all through the day. But we are six, so we didn't care! HA!
You may be wondering why we wish to be six. I will tell you that there is very good reasoning behind this claim: when you are six, you have no worries (akunamatata) and no work to do. When you are six the world is so much bigger, and there is nothing to be bothered by.
Oh, the days of kindergarten, and playing in the sandbox. When I was six, I wanted to be thirteen. Now that I'm thirteen, I want to be six. It just goes to show: We always want what we can't have.

~Isabel

The Woes of Reading

I love to read. I just had to put that out there to start off. My only problem is, my reading list gets backed up. I'm always reading a book, and I always have about five books that I want to read when I finish.
I am currently reading the Harry Potter series. Again. I love these books, I just can't get tired of them. Unfortunately, they are all between 300 and 800 pages. With all my schoolwork, and everything else I do, I'm probably not going to finish the series until the beginning of May.
OK, so if anyone is reading this who has never read Harry Potter, stop reading this RIGHT NOW, and go get the books. I will guarentee that by the time you are done with all the books, you will be pledging your alegiance to J.K. Rowling. (She's the authour, if any of the sorry excuses for human being who haven't read these books and didn't stop reading this to read the books doesn't know.) That was a very long sentence. Hopefully, by this time you all will understand how passionate I am about these books.
Go read some Harry Potter!
~Isabel

It Just Keeps On Gettin' Better

The weather in Massachusetts these past few days has been incredible. The high temperature hit today was in the mid seventies! The awesome weather started on Tuesday, and the temperatures have just been rising. Unfortunately, tomorrow is going to be in the fifties, which is a disappointment. Normally, in march I would be pleased with fifty degrees, but not after having seventy. Today I spent all day outside on the trampoline, the swing set, and walking around on the street with my neighbors. While we played dodge ball, my brother made it a point to hit me in the face. With a large exercise ball. Yeah, he's really nice. Luckily for me, I won't be suffering with him for too long, because Monday is off to St. Thomas without my brother, and with the warmth for me!
Wishing you warmth,
Isabel

Vanishing Act

Disclaimer:Once you read this entry, my title with seem quite clever.
Just a few minutes ago, I finished the book, 'Vanishing Act' by John Feinstein.
In short, it's about to teenage aspiring reporters who go to cover the U.S. Open (a major tennis event)but find themselves wraped up in the mystery of the dissapearance of a beautiful, and famous, tennis star. This book is the sequel to 'Last Shot'. I have not yet read 'Last Shot', and I had previously read 'Vanishing Act' in the fourth grade. That, however, is not the piont of this. The piont, is that today, I have come to the realization that when I pick up a book, it vanishes. The second I start to read, it seems I am done. (Now are you getting the clever play-on-words here?) Earlier this year, I had lost my love for reading, but now we are back on strong. It was as if I had forgotten that I loved reading. I just hadn't been able to find a book that caught my interst, but now I certainly have.

Arguments

I am a teenager, I will admit to that. Yet, I am told that the world does not revolve around me. I beg to differ. (Definition of differ: to disagree in opinion, belief, etc.; be at variance; disagree (often fol. by with or from): His business partner always differs with him. I never knew that.) By that, I mean that I do not think that the world revolves around me, and I don't understand why anyone would think that I think that. Apparently, I have a witty response to any comment that comes my way. Without meaning to, I "talk back, and show no respect". Hmm...I don't believe that I act that way towards everyone, just one person. *caughmothercaugh* I do imagine that if she was to read this (which I'm sure she will) I will again be talked to. The reason that I am being so daring is that the world needs to know. By the world, I mean the two or three people that may happen to glance at my blog.
Most Respectfully,
Isabel

Summer in March?

Today, I took a quick bike ride with my brother to go see the extreme flooding on a road near my house(this first sentence sort of clashes with the title). I realized while I was riding that it was super-duper warm! Like so warm that I took my sweatshirt off and just wore my tank-top. It was incredible, litterally. When I got home, I changed into shorts, and went onto my trampoline. Now, I will remind you all that here, in Massachusetts, in March, it is usually cold, bitter, snow-free and sun-free. So today was quite a pleasant suprise.
When I went over to my friends house, we spent the whole day outside, and there were bees. BEES! In March! I don't think that I've ever seen that before. Maybe in April, but deffinitely not in March. To make it better, its going to be in the high fifties and low sixties until Monday! And by that time I will be on my plane to St. Thomas, so its all good there.
Go outside and get some fresh air!
~Isabel

Valentine's Day :)

I'm going to see Valentine's Day for the second time today. By that I mean I've already seen it, but not today. It's such a cute movie, I love it. It's kinda akward though.
In six days I'm going to St. Thomas! I'm sooooo excited. I need warm weather! I also need the teensy bit of color I might be able to get, because I look like a ghost right now. Ah well, I'll probably just get a sun-burn. I always get a sinburn, even if I'm just swimming for an hour in my poolin the summer. (I don't live close to the equator, I live in New England.) Well, I have to go take a shower now, and get ready for the movies, so I'll write more later today or tomorrow.

Rain and Why I Hate It

If you live in the area that I do, you also prbably experienced terrible rainstorms. Flooded basements, power outages, the whole shabang. The rain started Saturday at around 5 P.M. and didn't stop until late Monday night. All the roads were (and still are) flooded to the point where they are unpassable. Yesterday I was late for my tennis practice because we had to try several different routes. Finally we made it. The public school in my town doesn't even have school because the busses can't drive on them safely.
Last night, I went to a book club meeting. It was really fun, even though I hadn't expected it to be. Unfortunately, the next book we are supposed to read is Pride & Prejudice, which I am not looking forward to. I don't do well with the old english books.
Today my Dad is leaving for Norway, because he is doing a cross-country ski marathon there. Not something that I enjoy, but he really likes it. Not just doing it, but everything about it. During the olympics, he watched all the cross-country ski races, which in my opinion is extremely boring.
Happy Rain Free Day!
~Isabel

Now I'm Confused

I was just editing the looks of my blog, and I realized that it looked like i posted at 5 A.M. Wrong, wrong, wrong! It was probably 9 A.M. Now it's 9:20, so we will see what the time says.

Daylight Savings

daylight saving feels about the same as a time change, only weirder because I didn't leave my house to go to another country at two in the morning. I would say that I am less affected by time changes when I go far away than when I stay home. Like this summer, when I went to Sweden (8 hour time-change), I wasn't really bothered by the time difference, but when I'm at home, man does it get to me!
On another note:
Normally I would be at school, in math class right now, but instead I'm at home on this blog because I'm on vacation. I'm really mad at myself, because I wanted to sleep in , but I can't. I wake up at 8:30 when I don't have my alarm clock set! I suppose this is better than the 6:30 time I have to wake up for school.
Well, Happy Vacation to anyone who's on it, and Happy Schooling to anyone who's not.
~Isabel

Vacation :)

Finally Vacation!
Do you ever get that feeling where you reallllly need a break? That was deffinitely hapening to me :(
The other day I had an extremely depressing thought...
I'm in Seventh Grade, work is only going to get harder from here. After I finish college, I have to get a job, and take care of my own kids. Then I get to retire, and then I die.
Isn't that a happy thought?
So this monday I have a book club meeting with some people from my town. We read the book "Small Steps" by Louis Sachar (I believe that's how you spell his name.) It's a continuation of the book "Holes". It was pretty good, not the best book, but not terrible. On the theme of books, I just read the "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" series, and I thought it was amazing. Probably some of the best books I've read in a while. One of my favorite series, along with Harry Potter, Twilight, and The Mysterious Benedict Society.
Well, I'll try to write on this blog, but we'll see if that really happens.
~Isabel

First Blog...Gulp

Well, here it goes.

I have Jennelle to blame for this.

I really have no idea what to write about. What am I supposed to write about?