Challenge Accepted.

It's been quite a while since I last posted. And to be honest, I'm not putting a lot of thought into this particular post.

I don't consider myself an awesome writer and I definitely don't consider myself anywhere near an author. For me this isn't a diary for everyone to see, because I would never post my personal thoughts online. This blog is a kind of outlet for myself. Not an emotional one where I share all the drama in my life. To be perfectly forthright, I don't have anything close to drama in my life. (I'm pretty boring.) No, this is where I'm free to talk about what ever I want without being interrupted.

Growing up with two headstrong sisters and a verbal father, it was hard to get a word in. So, I became a private person. I realized that whatever I had to say, would only cause problems for me, because, like my father, I'm a straightforward person.

This is where I get to finally say what's on my mind, but, not in a way where I tell every single thought that passes through my head. (That's why we use: facebook/twitter.)

It happens like this:

Random idea: *deep British voice* Hello, darling.

Me: Well, hi! Why I haven't I thought about you?

Random idea: I haven't a clue, I'm always right here.

Me: I should write about you while you're here...

Random Idea: What an astounding revelation! But, I'll make it bloody difficult.

Me: Challenge accepted.

And that's about it. I love it when it happens out of the blue because, usually, when I try to think of something to write about I end up coming out as dry as a sponge in the desert and I end up picking the brains of other people. Then, I may not even use their ideas. I'm a little picky in that way.

Jacinda's Poem

There once was a girl named Jacinda.
She didn't have anything to write,
So, she sat at her desk,
With her head in a mess.
And wondered how to make this rhyme.

Jacinda did a pretty cool thing.
She wrote a poem within an hour.
It's just write above,
And to be honest it sucks,
And the taste it leaves is quite sour.

For some reason this poem goes on.
Here she goes again.
So, she wants to know,
Of some poems you wrote.
And I'll stop talking in third person.

This is my email address:
jacinda_dawn@hotmail.com
I'm leaving this post,
For those who love poems most,
And don't forget to tell your mom.

Send me your poem and the name to go with it and I'll post them individually.
(P.S. This is something I will keep posting about until I get emails.) Thank you. (:

Twilight

Okay, you all know what I'm talking about when I say,"Twilight". If you don't you're secluded.
I don't know about anyone else, but I'm getting kind of tired of all the twilight stuff that's going on. Every time you turn around there's always something about werewolves and vampires lurking in the corners of the store.
You have to be careful not to wear anything to glittery, or you might get tackled by a bunch of die-hard-for-twilight teenage girls. Try to stay healthy too. If you start to run a temperature, you might get a bunch of girls running after you, yelling at you to,"TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!"...or something along those lines.
Believe it or not...but, Twilight porn exists. (Don't ask me how I know that.)
I personally like the old Vampire/Werewolf movies, where they're actual monsters. (:
Even the people who make fun of Twilight are getting annoying. They seem to be obsessed as well. Only because they hate it so much.(We get it. We don't care for it either.)
I actually feel weird posting this because it's about twilight.
Don't get me wrong. I've seen the movies and I've read all 4 books. I like them...but I'm not obsessed with them. I'm not going to say anything about the way it's written, because I'm not a professional writer. I don't want any comments on how Stephanie Meyers isn't a professional either...I've heard it all before. I didn't see anything wrong with it. It was easy to read...sure it was a bit long on some parts..but what ever. She probably meant to do that.
Again, I like the movies/books...but I'm not a huge fan.