Imma Veggie

It all started with a game:

      Karina, a chubby 12 yr old girl, and a bunch of her friends were sitting around their usual lunch table. Eight girls in total. They were all hunched over the table giggling over what Sierra just said.

"Hey, wanna see how long we can go without eating meat?" Christina asked me. Karina nodded enthusiastically, she had always wanted to be a vegetarian.

      It was tough for Karina at first. Her mother kept forgetting about her new diet. Her mom would make chicken for dinner or burgers and Karina would run out of the room crying.

"Mom, what I really need right now is your support. I really want to do this. This means a lot to me," Karina explained to her mother after 4 months of dedication to the game with her friend Christina.

      Her mom nodded in understanding. Her mother wanted to support her, she really did but it could be so aggravating trying to find a decent, balanced diet for her daughter. 

      No chicken. No fish. No pork. No beef. Honestly, there aren't many other dinner foods, she thought.

      The weeks went by. They were filled with loud arguments between mother and daughter.
      Six months passed since the first day of "el vegetarian-o" commencement.

"I can't do this anymore, Karina, my doctor told me I need to eat meat. I have some blood thingy," Christina announced. She had some sort of form of anemia.

      So they stopped. give or take. At the same time. It was Karina's birthday party and they both bit into a sausage at the same time, so it could be fair.

      A couple weeks later...

"I think I'm going to keep being a vegetarian," Karina told Christina. "Meat kind of grosses me out, now-a-days."

     However, the arguments still continued between Karina and her mom. They were all along the lines of:

Mom: I just don't know what to make you to eat any more!

Me: Whatever is fine. Just not meat.

Mom: *Sigh*

      After a couple more months of that, Karina could not take the fighting any longer. It was becoming a daily routine. She decided to compromise. She told her mother that she would eat fish and chicken. Fish, because it was healthy. Chicken, because she missed her mother's homemade soups and dishes.

      Thus, became to be the Treaty of Treats. Also known as, the diet of Karina that both satisfied her mother's wishes and her own personal values.

     It is almost 4 years later. Karina is still a vegetarian who does not eat red meat, and her mother and her have not fought over her diet in a long, long time.

     The End.

2012

As we know, the world is ending on Dec. 21, 2012. (Not really, but we like to scare ourselves). Maybe that's a good thing. Everyone says on the first day of every new year, "This will be the best year yet!" If we think that we are going to die, we try to do as many things as we can. We want to die happy. Although, the world ISN'T going to end, it's still a great way to live. Being productive, in other words.

For me, particularly, this year is going absolutely swimmingly. This is a list that I am working on consisting of all the first things that I have done this year. Also, all the amazing things I have done and I am very happy for.

This list is on-going until Jan 1, 2013:

• Met someone famous 1/11/12
• John and Hank Green
•  Went to Pittsburgh to visit my brother at college 2/17-19/12
• First time I went on a city bus without an adult
• Farthest I've ever been away from home without my parents
• Farthest I've ever gone with friends
• Went to first rock concert (Downtown Fiction, Anarbor, We the Kings, Mayday Parade) 3/2/12
• First time I've been on a plane without my parents 4/4/12 - 4/15/12
• Went to a new country without my parents
• Went to the Netherlands
• Had my own alcoholic drink
• Went to school in a foreign country

Tangled, A Batik

This is a project I did in my art class in school. It's called a Batik.

Batik, a Javanese  tradition, is the concept of dyeing and waxing a piece of cloth repeatedly to create a picture. The wax deflects the dye from getting to a particular spot on the cloth.

I chose an abstract sun because it reminded me of the Disney movie, Tangled. That movie to me represented the concept of being free and falling in love, the two most needed emotions for human beings. I chose the cool/warm color schemes because I liked the idea that two opposites although clashing, can create such an amazing picture.

Collaborative Channel

About a month ago...
I started a Nerdfighter Collaborative Channel on Youtube. There are 7 of us. Each of us take a day of the week. I make videos on Tuesdays! Yay for Tuesdays! 

Sunday- Julia
Monday- Ceara
Tuesday- Yours Truly
Wednesday- Dara
Thursday- Rebecca
Friday- Gabi
Saturday- Ashley

We are called fictitiousladies . Because we are all female. Also because we believe very strongly upon fandoms. 

What is a fandom you may ask?

It is a group of fanatics (mostly girls) who obsess over something that is usually fictional. It can be after a television show. For example avid followers of the TV show Doctor Who call themselves Whovians. People who follow the show Sherlock are called Sherlockians. People in these fandoms usually never think about anything else in their lives. I, for example, am a Whovian and a Sherlockian. So i don't do much else but make references to those shows all the time

Anyway, now i have 5 new friends (I've known Gabi for awhile now). I have a good feeling about this.
 

My latest video (to understand it, and any future videos, you should really just subscribe and watch everyone's videos!):

Latina Bloods (A Perfect Chemistry Fan Fiction)

 If you haven't read the "Perfect Chemistry" series by Simone Elkeles you may not fully understand this. This takes place around the time of Book Two. Just for the record, I do not encourage violence or anything of the sort. I just enjoy these books a lot.

This is Chapter One of my fan fiction. Or I may possibly just finish it here. Who knows?

I was born into the LB. My father traded me in when I was four years old for the freedom of his future children. Ma was pregnant with another kid at the time. Chuy always needed a Fuentes in the Latino Bloods. It was a fixation of his.

I am sitting on the floor of a warehouse, toying with the Glock in my hands. I know how to shoot straight blindfolded and upside-down. Chuy pretty much raised me. My father was here most of the time but he went home at the end of the day to go back to Ma. He got shot when I was 15.

I’m 26. I spend my nights gangbanging and my mornings dealing. None of the boys here accept me. There isn’t supposed to be a women in the Latino Bloods. That’s why it’s called the Latino Bloods. I get up and stick the gun in my waistband.

“Ahh, Fuentes, welcome back.”

I turn to see who’s talking. It’s Chuy but he’s not talking to me. He’s talking to a young boy, about a senior in high school. Fuentes? The boy gives me a curious look when he sees me. Chuy looks up and sees me, a nasty grin appears on his face. I nod my head in the young boy’s direction. Chuy’s smirk widens.

“Carlos, this is Esperanza.” Chuy says gesturing towards me. Carlos nods.

“What’s your last name, niño?” I ask the boy.

“Fuentes, chicka. Why you ask?”

My eyes dart at Chuy, he has that nasty grin on again. “No reason.” I tell the kid. “Chuy, we need to talk.” I say as I turn on my heals and leave the room. Another Fuentes? Didn’t my good-for-nothing father give me up to the gang so that this wouldn’t happen? What the hell is going on?

In a couple minutes Chuy enters the small room that I am in.

“A Fuentes!?” I shout as soon as the door shuts. “What the hell?”

“I couldn’t resist. I like my Fuentes. They work well,” As he says this he comes closer to me.

I back away. “That’s not fair. Let him go.”

“No. I don’t think I will,” he says as that disgusting smirk goes back on his face and he places his repulsive meaty hands on my hips. “Come on, chicka.”

“Go to hell, Chuy,” I say as I punch him in the face. I run for it. No one attacks the leader of the LB and gets away with it, including another LB. I can hear him cursing as I dash through the doorway. I grab a switchblade off the counter and head out the back door. The noise of pounding footsteps can be heard now. Chuy had told everyone to go after me. Since none of them particularly liked me anyway, I bet they were thrilled to finally have a reason to get me.

I make a sharp turn into a dark alleyway then jump a fence. I’m free. For now.

Paperclips

This is an interactive video that I made :)

 About something that means a lot to me!

VEDIF 29: Leap Year