Ashes – A poem by Aaron Roles

I find myself lying here, in the ashes, in the rubble, alone.
I want to know why, why this had to happen, to me.
I don't know where my family is.
My breathing is faint.
My glasses are foggy.
I hear all the screams.
Where are you now?
Will you ever save me?
I can't move.
I'd rather just die.
Can you hear me cry?
Just find me…please.
Will you answer my prayers?
I'll miss you when I'm gone.
I find myself lying here, in the ashes, in the rubble, dead.

I hope you enjoyed.

With respect, Aaron
http://twitter.com/thegagaluvers

Kiara- Burn

Tears streak your face,

As the clock begins to turn.

You cant find a way out,

So the fire starts to burn.

It fills up your lungs,

You try to run away from it all.

Hope has left you,

Your thoughts begin to fall.

Faith a far off memory.

Everything is crumbling,

Your trapped, as the flames surround.

Watch as your world disappears,

And then there is no sound.

A poem for your thoughts, hope you liked it- Kiarawwr :)

Gabriella - Just me.

Like many others have said, I am terribly awful at writing about myself but I'm going to attempt it for the sake of you all. I was not chosen by Brandon, but that doesn't mean I'm a horrible writer, but I myself know that there are a lot of places I can improve.

To begin with, my name is Gabriella and I'm 13-years-old. Yeah, I'm probably real young compared to the rest of you, but age is but a number. I don't act my age sometimes, but I try my best to stay in a good range of 'mature', but that doesn't mean I don't like to have fun and break ruled every once in a while. Huh, I enjoy drawing cartoons very much; it's one of the things I spend hours on every day. If you're at all interested in my art, you can visit my DeviantArt here:
www.hello-seattlee.deviantart.com

Onto music. My favorite bands would have to be The Beatles, All Time Low, Owl City, Nevershoutnever, and My Chemical Romance. But, I also like U2, War, Coldplay, Green Day, Nirvana, Lady Gaga, and a ton of other bands. Just ask and I'll let you know whether I'm into their music or not. The only type of music I dislike is rap/hip-hop/whatever it's called, but I respect those who like it.

Some random facts about me: I'm not a great student, I'm failing all of my classes except art and English, but I'm not in Summer school. My favorite color is red. I am in love with Jack and Alex from All Time Low. I'm a huge fan of something I'm not even allowed to like. I prefer drawing over writing (but that doesn't mean I hate writing.) and I love to meet new people.

So, it's nice to meet you.

Gabby

PS;
If anyone is even the least bit interested, you can find me on twitter: www.twitter.com/herworldisugly.

HEY! I'm Hannah-May. Who are you?

Just before I begin, I’d like to say- It’s very nice to meet you and if you sit and read through my bio (which I’ve never attempted before) I’ll love you to pieces.

Hey. Howdy. Hi. I’m Hannah-May and I’m fifteen years going on fifty. I’m awkward, messy and I’m never on time. Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong era. I could say I’m tall big blonde and beautiful, but I’m not. I’m short; around 5’4, my hair is currently purple and I’m self conscience about my huge snoze; but I’ve got big hopes and dreams. There are a hundred different sides to me, and I’d very much like to show you all of them. Sometimes I’m too honest and get myself into way to much bother, sometimes I freak out randomly and sometimes I will pour my heart out to anyone. I’ve learnt alot for a fifteen year old, and I’ve done things I regret, but they’ve made me who I am.

I love to write, to read and to think. My heads like a massive web of intertwined words, thoughts, memories and experiences that I have to write down, just so they stop buzzing around in my head, stinging me like bees. I write mostly poetry, but occasionally some prose. It’s usually about being hurt, regret, or simply beautiful moments I wish to capture in time. That’s the thing about writing, you can capture a single moment in time and nothing will ever change.

Sometimes I’m a raving loony and I think I’m a little bit freaky while I’m in a good mood. Some days I can laugh so hard my stomach hurts and other days I kill people in my head because they merely irritate me. You know hormonal teenage years and all that shabang!

Just so you know, I spell badly. It’s a really bad habit of mine. I sneeze weirdly to, and I make strange noises. My laugh changes daily and apparently I talk to myself and sing the Mario theme tune without realising it. I talk in my sleep, once I said ‘Ooooh Robert...P...’ I’ve never, ever lived that one down. I’m so clumsy that I fall up the stairs weekly and I’m always covered head to toe in cuts and bruises from falling over flat surfaces.

I like alot of things. Like fashion; I think it can be really beautiful. Beauty; I like creating art on my eyes. Laughing till I cry. Star gazing. Feeling so happy you could burst. Daydreaming- you’ll always find my staring into the distance.

I like people for who they are. I’m not superficial and I never try to be someone I’m not. There are two types of people I really can’t stand- Liars and cheats. I think everyone is beautiful in their own way. I’m never 100% happy with myself, but I’ve come to realise that jealously gets you know where and you just have to learn to be who you are. Who would want to spend an eternity being someone they do not want to be?

“Life is too ironic too be fully understood. It takes sadness to know what happiness is. It takes noise to appreciate silence and it takes absence to value presence”

That quote is true. I thought I’d stick it in here because I like it.

I love songs I can really relate to. At the moment I’m in love with Florence & the Machine, Marina and the Diamonds, Ellie Goulding, Lights, Pendulum, The Pretty Reckless & Mumford and Sons. My favourite songs are- Ellie Goulding- the Writer + Guns and Horses. Lights- Pretend. Pendulum- Watercolour and Mumford and sons- The cave.

Oh, I forgot to say, I’m Scottish with a spacky mixture of accents. I sound Scottish, English and occasionally a little bit Canadian.

I’ve been heartbroken countless times. So I’ve built a wall and I’m waiting for the right guy to break it time. I’ve realised that guys can be nasty, and just mess you around. So my advice is to wait, wait for the one who will fight for you. That’s the guy worth keeping.

“Love is handing someone a gun and letting it point to your head, believing that he won’t pull the trigger,” Spongebob Squarepants.

Who ever thought a cartoon would come out with a quote with that much meaning. If love could be defined, that would be its definition.

In the future I want to be a fashion journalist or a psychologist. I want a land rover or a big truck and a red jag. I want a Bullshit puppy called Sydney (bulldog, and shitshz mix). My husband will be....I’ve not worked that part out yet. He’ll be beautiful & lovely. I’ll live in a big house, with loads of vintage shiz and my wardrobe will be astronomically huge.

So this is Hannah-May, signing off. Hope you enjoyed that little insight into my weird and dynamic mind. I can’t wait to read all of your work, and get to know all of you! So far you all seem so lovely and genuine. Thanks for sitting and reading all of this stuff, I’ve got so much to post, and I really hope you enjoy all of my future posts!

Bye; remember, your beautiful & awesome.

Hannah-May

P.S

Just incase you care...

I have twitter. TWEET.

http://twitter.com/_hobohannahRAWR

I also have tumblr

http://itsallteenageangst.tumblr.com/


THANKS :’)
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Holly (: - A bit about me.

Hey well, you can probably read the basic jist of this on my 'about me' section but here goes anyway.
The name's Holly, and i, like many of you applied for Brandon's blog but unfortunately didn't get a place in the top 7. Which at first i was extremely gutted about, but now i'm just looking at it as a step in the right direction, as i have never done anything like that before. So yay me for courage.
And well i have a pretty boring life to be honest. Everything just seems so messed up, and i feel like i should be doing something, but i just don't know what. So for me, this is when writing comes in. It's like my escape from the real world, where i can write anything and everything and not feel judged or critised for voicing my own opinion.
Being a 15 year old girl means lifes a bitch, you never know who to consider your friends, and those you do normally end up betraying you and talking shit about you and spreading lies. But i really cannot be bothered to cause a scene, and i don't particularly want to start a fight, so i just sit there and let it happen. Which i'm ashamed to admit, i'm just scared of not meeting expectations or being judged over nothing - though people tend to do that anyway.
My biggest joy in life is music, though i suck at it, hence why what i write is more in lyric form. They're meant to be songs and stuff, but like what good are songs with crappy tunes and no music to go with it? So yeah...
Anyway feel free to comment and criticise or whatever you wanna do (:
Much love - Holly (:

Kayla- The Cold Hard Truth Part 1

So this is my second post. It's my on-going story on Tumblr. It's going to be in parts, so read it and then comment pretty please.


Love is like water. Always there in some way or another. It’s all around us, yet it’s so hard to see….

As I finished typing those thoughtful words into my old as dirt computer, who I creatively named Holga, I felt the tiny pinpricks of tears in the corners of my eyes. Love was always a hard topic for me to write about due to all the times that I had metaphorically had my heart ripped out of my chest and crushed in the palm of a guy’s hand. You would think once in a while I would learn to stop letting them do that, but I was a sucker for love. I was pretty much love’s bitch through and through, and love proved that time and time again. I pressed the ‘Create Post’ button on the bottom left hand corner of my screen and my website was brought up as a preview of everything I had just written. I used my light blue eyes to criticize my writing before I pressed the ‘Create Post’ button again, and my writing was now out there for all my viewers to read and also criticize. As if I didn’t do enough of that on my own time. I switched Holga off and stood from the creaky old chair that I had owned for almost five years now. Unfortunately, it looked way older. It was one of those rolling chairs that people usually have near their computer. It was a dark green and black one that had so many stains on it that it didn’t look anywhere close to the dark green that it had so long ago been. I walked to the bathroom that I shared with my twin brother Isaac. We had twin sinks and a huge mirror to share. Only one shower and toilet though which was the only downfall of the huge white bathroom. Isaac was currently in his room playing his obnoxious Guitar Hero game that he had gotten off of Ebay. He had been playing the stupid thing for over 24 hours now. I knew that because I had been up for over 24 hours listening to him. He was apparently getting better, but I didn’t see it.

“Isabella!” My name was yelled by my even older than dirt grandmother from all the way downstairs where she was supposedly making dinner though I knew she was smoking her cigarette and playing Canasta with all the other old ladies who had come over. The dinner was now left to whoever would fix it which would ultimately be me.

“I’m coming!” I yelled back with a sigh as I changed into something other than just an over-sized t-shirt that said Harvard University on the front. My older brother, Aaron, was a genius who had gotten a full ride to Harvard. He was apparently going to be something huge, so he of course made time to buy his younger sister huge t-shirts to sleep in. I put on a pair of light blue jean short shorts and brushed out my long, straight as spit blond hair till it was tamed before splashing some water onto my face to make it appear that I was at least a little awake even though I was far from it. I then dashed out of my room and down the stairs to see my grandmother doing what I thought she was doing. Smoking cigarettes and playing Canasta with tons of other old ladies who were always actually very sweet to me.

“Ah, Isabella,”One of the old ladies whose name I thought was Mildred started,”You look so beautiful. Exactly like your mother did at the age of 16. How old are you, dearie?”

I put on my best fake smile and replied,”I’m turning 16 at the end of June.” It was still only the first of June, so I only had a while before my Sweet Sixteen that I knew my grandmother had been planning for years.

“Isabella,”Another old lady whose name was Mary interrupted Mildred,”how tall are you? You seem like you could be a basket ball player.”

I blushed deeply and replied,”I’m only 5’4,Mary.”

“Why,Mary,”Another old lady named Carrie said,”She only seems like a basketball player to you because you’re 5’0.” All the old ladies busted up with contagious laughter that even myself and Mary just had to join in. I turned to look to my grandmother when she tapped me on the shoulder. She actually looked very well for her age. Her skin barely had any wrinkles, and she swore that it was just her good skin but I knew that she used every single skin cream imaginable. She only had a small collection of wrinkles around her lip area because of her smoking.

“Yes,grandmother?”I asked politely.

“Do me a favor and order you and your brother some pizza tonight. The ladies and I are going out on the town,”She said with a smile that could literally light up the whole town. She always loved having her ladies night. I of course agreed and left to get my i-phone out of my room to order the pizza. On my way to my room I heard all the old ladies get up and start heading out the door to go on their night on the town. I smiled to myself at how cute it was before reaching my room and retrieving my phone off of my bed. I dialed the closest Papa Johns number and went to the bathroom that connected my brother’s room to mine. I absentmindedly took in the fact that all sound was off in his room. As if he had turned his game off and decided to play quiet mouse or something by himself. I opened the door to his room and dropped my phone at what I saw. I distantly heard the man at Papa Johns say,”Papa Johns. May I take your order?” Before I screamed.

Chloe -Teamwork.

So here's my second post :) I wouldn't call it a poem, or a story, or a rant. I'm not really sure what to call it at all, really. I guess I'm just trying to get my point across. Enjoy!

Hey, you. Watcha doing down there? I was laying stomach-down in my backyard. I hadn’t realized it before, but there were little, gross, snippety insects crawling up and over my legs. And assuming they were going to bite me or something disgusting the little vermin do. I jumped out of the grass like rabbit out of a snake hole. I leaned back down to see what exactly was squirming all over my legs. It was just a trail of ants. One trailing behind the other, all carrying small scrap of whatever food they could possibly find in their forest. There were two ants in the back of the line, carrying one lather large scrap together. They stumbled, and they were falling behind the group. But they didn’t seem to give up. They stood by eachother. That’s what I call teamwork, and that’s what I also call Friendship. They stood by eachother when in doubt, and they made it out in the end. And if everyone were to do this, great things could happen. If only humans like us cooperated so well, and worked together. Maybe if we all weren’t so conceited in themselves and the hate they throw out, we’d all be happy together. No matter how small, or big. Whether it’s ants or elephants, or people. Whether it’s a large number of attendants, or a small gathering, we can all work together. That’s the day I realized how selfish I was being. How selfish we were all being.

But all in all, my point is pretty much to all just get a long. Bury unnecessary hate and dig out the good person that’s inside of you, no matter how deep down it may be.

I guess you could look at this in a lot of other ways. Getting different lessons and stuff out of it. What did you guys take out of this? Leave your opinions/ advice/ criticism in a comment. Thank you :)

Hey there, sugarplum :)

My name is Chloe Collins and I like to write.

I guess I have to use this first post to introduce myself. I'm anxious to get it done because I have so much to post on here.

As I said, my name is Chloe Collins. I'm fifteen years old and I'm from Northern Kentucky. (Did you know? Kentucky is the only state that it's legal to drive without shoes!) Yeah, we're awesome.

I first started getting into writing when I was in the seventh grade. I had the best teacher, Mrs. D. She was the first English teacher I ever had that I felt like I could express myself to. She helped me grow so much as a writer, and I ended up getting a distinguished on my portfolio.

After that, I kinda quit writing for a while. But around the ninth grade, my freshman year of high school, the writer inside of me just kinda kicked into action. Having a lot of mixed emotions is a normal part of starting out high school, and I'm glad I could use writing to express it.

And for me, myself besides writing, I have no much for to tell you.

Of course, I can't explain myself in such a little place as a post, but I think you'll learn more about me once I start posting me pieces.

I'll start out by telling you this. I have a very strong opinion on a lot of things, you'll probably find my ranting pretty often, sometimes just a paragraph explaining things, or in the middle of a poem I get out of control (which happens A LOT, you'll learn.)

I like to post a lot of things about animal rights as well as human rights. And also some, actually a lot of things about hate, and the pressure we put on ourselves as teenagers.

So I guess I'll leave you at that before I go on too much of a rant.

I'm looking foward to meeting you all, and I'm really really glad that this blog was made for us, who weren't accepted into Brandon's blog. Let's show him whose boss. ;)

Twitter: http://twitter.com/clofosho

Tumblr: http://www.clofosho.tumblr.com

Lizzie - Hey, Hi, Hello!

I'm the gross thing in the Pokemon shirt standing next to Jordan Witzigreuter of The Ready Set.

So, I'm Elizabeth, and this is where I'm supposed to use big words and tons of hyphens and shit to describe who I am. Although, the truth of the matter is that that isn't who I am. I'm an awkward thirteen year old girl from the state you know as Missouri, which is stuck in the middle of the USA. I hate it. Missouri was originally named by the French settlers. Missouri has something to do with 'misery', and it was named after the word misery because of the miserable living conditions with our harsh, cold winters from way, way, way, way back when.

The only reason I don't like Missouri is because I have lived here in the same place for the whole thirteen years of my life. I hate staying in one place. I love to meet new people and hear them talk about where they come from. I love to know what life is or was like for them outside of this state, this city.

I'm a very sarcastic person. And that's the part that sucks because over teh innerwebz, because you can't tell when I'm serious or not. Most of the time, if I say anything rude towards you, I don't mean it to be rude. I mean for it to seem sarcastic.

My writing is choppy and hweirdly set up. I'm sorry if it's complicated to comprehend.

I must admit. I have addictions. They would be concerts and music. When I go to a concert, I lose myself. I go into a dream world that's far away from the palms of reality. In this dream world, the sound produced from a drumstick pounding into the top of a drum is my heartbeat, which beats to the flow of the music. The smooth sound of a guitar as the player's fingers flow swiftly over the strings is the blood pulsing though my veins. And the words that a singer yells into the microphone are the words my heart and mind never let me release, never let me say. All in all, music is my release from life. Music is what has kept me whole.

I have self-esteem problems. I have tried to change myself before to fit into someone's exact characteristics, and that just didn't work out well. I take rejection and insults very easily. I would suppose this is what happens when you are continuously beat down over the course of 13 years. What I mean by that is the fact that I have been told I'm worthless, that I'm stupid, that I'm quite detrimental to society, etcetera.

I have goals for myself in life. I would like most of all to go from being a no one, to an anyone. And maybe, when I'm older, I could make it from an anyone to a someone. I don't enjoy being an ant in a world of humans. And, it might seem a tad selfish, but, one day I hope to move to a big city, like NYC or LA. Someplace where my big dreams can seem more realistic. I'm the kind of person who decides to stray from the path and run through the bushes to create a new path.

A few more random things about me before I close this up are that I drink tea like water. I wish on dandelions, airplanes, shooting stars, fallen eyelashes, necklace pendants, pennies in wells, wishbones, crossed fingers, and candles. I'm a hopeless romantic. Books are my best friends, and Christofer Drew Ingle is my hero.

After seriously working on this ALL FLIPPIN' DAY, I must depart and bid you adieu.

Until next time, my little BloggerBugs,

Elizabeth Renee. <3

Aaron - Crazy Life

Hi, I am Aaron! I suck at bio's of myself...I don't see how people write autobiographies! I don't know if I can do this, this takes patience. A lot of it. I can't put my boring life in 1000 words, I can barely put it in 100...But I will try my best.

I'm Aaron and I like a lot of things and I hate a lot of things. How 'bout I start out with things I hate. I hate fakes, I don't see what the point of being fake in life is...is it trying to fit in? Is it trying to go so far to trick and lie to people? I don't know, and I think I will never know.

Another thing I hate is overly immature people. I HATE them. They get so annoying. A lot of over immature people I know are the boys that pretend they're army commandos or whatever. I am like "WE'RE NOT IN KINDERGARTEN ANYMORE". It also annoys me when you ask them to please be quiet and they don't. I am sure you hate that too.

Now on to thing I like! The first thing I like is YOU! Just putting that out there, because you have read all this way through my boring bio. :) So yeah...thanks!

I also like dried fruit. Yes, I know, a strange thing to like, but it is delicious! Especially dried pineapple and mango! Yum :D so good!

The final thing I like is...having FUN! Who doesn’t like to have fun?? I don’t care what kind of fun it is. Whether it’s playing in the pool, hanging out with friends, laughing with friends, or just playing outside (I know it's little kid-ish, but still fun!). Of course I hate to have fun alone, so my favorite genre of fun is hanging out with friends and laughing with friends. My friends are my life, literally. I don't know where I would be without my friends!

Now into the general details. I should have done this first, but I like to rebel against the crowd ;) I don’t know about you but I'm Crazy, funny, loveable, hateable, and much more.  I have no specific genre because I believe no writer should have their art bound to one topic.  I am a twitter and facebook ADDICT, but don’t expect me to lose sleep over it. I believe in true love, but not love at first site. Some may say I am a freak, and sometimes I agree with them. I am pretty much a regular teen, like most of the writers on here.

 I am a Pisces, born March 20th. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, although sometimes they look green. If you mention lady gaga I go crazy, because I L.O.V.E her. If you say gaga is a man, I’ll go off on you, but please, don't bring up ANY untrue and just plain ride rumors around me. I love to write, which is the reason I am here! I can be the meanest or most generous person you can meet depending on how you act towards me. I constantly get taken advantage of, so please don't be another statistic. I used to have long hair but I recently cut if off due to constant criticism at school, I hate people at school sometimes.

I am constantly called a "fag" or “gay", which I am not. If you knew me I can act a little bit girly, I am all for gay rights, and I am not exactly the sports type. I think that’s why people assume I am gay. I still don't think ignorance is necessary but whatever, you can't change their minds.

I am pretty much a good person, I have never killed anyone, and I have never pushed someone of a steep hill or a high cliff. I had to throw that out there ;).

My favorite songs in the whole world:
•Dance in the dark – Lady GaGa

•The Only Exception – Paramore

•Summer Boy – Lady GaGa

•The  Past – Never Shout Never

•Losing It – Never Shout Never
•Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off – Panic! At The Disco

•Alejandro – Lady GaGa

•She’s Got Style – Never Shout Never
•Might Like You Better – Amanda Blank

Yeah, you can learn A LOT about me from what kinds of songs I listen to. Plus I have a lot of favorite songs, and most of them by Lady GaGa. I am currently listening to one of those songs as we speak, it is The Only Exception.


I am running out of things to write, now you know how impatient I am! Well, this is all I can write …I think you know me now, so I’m gonna go! (I’m super sorry I couldn’t  get this into 1000 words or more but my life is just too boring!

Sincerely,

Aaron(:

Angel- It’s a Name, Not a Lifestyle ;)

Haha hey guys! Just from looking at the posts so far, I can tell this is going to be a good fit. I seem to have something in common with each of you so far! But more on that later.


So, I suppose I should get the boring details over with first. My name, again, is Angel. And yes that is my real name. My full name is Angelia (like “Angel-leah”) and my mom named me after the Richard Marx song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsYK2JJNflg); it’s not that great, but good for a what-were-people-thinking-in-the-Eighties sort of laugh I suppose. The name is a lot to live up to, so I gave up trying. I’m being the best I can be, but at as realistic level. No one I know is an “angel”, with the one exception of possibly my niece. I feel a bit old compared to all you youngbucks J I’m 19 years old, soon to be 20 in September. I’m currently going to college, getting a degree in Business… And no, I don’t know what that means either. It will most likely be changing soon anyways. I’m always changing my mind… I work as a nanny, watching my ten month old niece. She has taught me so much, even though she’s just a baby; she can’t even talk yet, but her cute little baby smiles speak volumes. I mention her here because she will probably pop up in my posts from time to time. I spend every weekday with her, so she’s a pretty big part of my life.
Ok, so that’s pretty much all the boring back-info. Now to really tell you who I am… I’m a people person, I love meeting new people in all kinds of ways. I have more than one group of friends, and each group is the polar opposite of the next. I’m impatient in the worst way; in fact, could I be typing this any slower??? It’s something I’m working on. I tend to repeat myself. I tend to repeat myself. I keep my appearance neat and tidy, but my room is a disaster. I’m really really short; my 5’1” does not make it easy to reach any high shelves. But people tell me I make up for my small stature with my big personality, haha. I can be loud and obnoxious, and I like pushing buttons. I’m a huge nerd, and I wear it like a badge of honor. I love anime, and attend anime conventions in costume. Yeah, that big of a nerd. But it’s all good; I’ve met some of my best friends that way.
I can relate to each of you in several ways. Right now I’m also in the process of figuring myself out. It doesn’t end in the teens though; it’s a lifelong process I believe. Part of that, for me, is not submitting to any labels. Some days I dress like a hipster (check out this freakin’ awesome website by the way, I’m not quite this nerdy but I hope to someday achieve this level, haha à http://www.latfh.com/), while other days I dress like I’m going to work in an office. Still other days, I just dress to be comfy. While not having any specific style to stick to gives me freedom, it also casts a doubt on who I am, or what defines me. So I’m figuring that out too. Maybe this blog will help me (and maybe you guys too) to figure that out.
I can also relate on the topic of music. I’m about 92.7% sure I would die without music. And not the funny, “haha I would soooo dieeeee” kind of die; no, my heart would stop beating if I couldn‘t hear another beat. Ok perhaps that’s not biologically possible, but spiritually I would be mega-screwed. I love all types of music, and my tastes are ever-changing. I have a love for anything musical, whether it be singing or dancing, or playing an instrument. I was a dancer for about 8 years, but I’ve been busy with college this last year… I’ve been looking into getting back into it though, because I miss it. I did a couple years of tap and jazz, and the rest was hip-hop. I have an appreciation for all types of dance though, and I always wanted to do that. Also lyrical/contemporary dance would be fun because it fits my personality. I also play a little bit of several instruments, such as the guitar, bass, and piano. However I’m not “fluent” in any instrument, so to speak. My voice is the instrument I know best so far.

I am a spelling and grammar Nazi like none other, so I totally relate on that level. In fact, it’s kinda killing me that the title of our blog isn’t totally capitalized… (A little help, Meghan? ;) Haha) I too spell out my texts in their entirety. I used to love texting but now it feels like I’m tethered to my phone, and I hate when fifteen people ask where you are just because you don’t answer their texts right away. So frustrating…
It would appear that I need one more paragraph to fulfill one thousand words. So how shall I ramble on for the next 242 words? Well, I suppose you could say I’m hoping that although this has given you some background information on me, you will continue to get to know me through my subsequent posts. I also hope to learn more about you guys, and work together on a blog that we can all be proud of. This one’s ours, not someone else’s ;) You can find me in a whole slew of ways, including:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&id=1361162070#!/profile.php?id=1361162070
(Just include a message telling me how I know you if you add me as a friend)
 Twitter: http://twitter.com/TiniestMonster
And my other blog, Psycho Babble: http://angel-psychobabble.blogspot.com/

I’m always willing to talk, don’t be afraid to contact me.

Until next time,
Angel
angelia_baskin@yahoo.com

Ruth- Yay! I feel special!

Oh hai there! I'm Ruth. Call me Roof, Ruthie, anything really. I turn to anyone's name actually. I'm 13 years old. My birthday is on Friday, August 13th this year. I know. Scary, right? I'm thinking about having a Halloween themed party. If you see a kind of tall girl with short, burgundy hair with ear buds shoved into her ears, it's me. I'm officially a freshman since I got my report card in the mail a few weeks ago. I'm from Tennessee and I go to White House High School now. Alright, let's get to the fun stuff.



So, here's how the story unfolds. I'm a writer. Everyone here is. Writing brings all my feelings out that I can't or am too afraid to say aloud. I have many personalities. Sam, my older brother going off into college, says I'm bipolar. He might be right. When I'm around my friends, I get so bubbly and excited. When I get home, I go into my room, slamming the door behind me.

My glasses always fall down my face even though these are new. I have to get braces some time, but the economy is not in the best shape for that right now. I'm guessing my parents are just waiting. And who can blame them? We're not the richest people in the world.



I love to take pictures. Usually, some are very good, and some are very bad. I love to look at photos on Flickr and other sites. People are very talented whether they or the world admits it.

I also love to sing. In the shower, in the car, in a group, anywhere! I'm in Women's Chorale which is a choir at my high school. I love to blend voices and I love my own voice! A lot of my friends can sing. Like my friend, Kayla Keith. Who is also on this site. She is very talented. Sometimes I'm jealous of her. Shhh, don't tell.



Which brings me to music. I love music; it's my life. I'll listen to anything from Pain by Three Days Grace to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. I do not have a favorite song. I have so many. I love listening to other people's favorite songs, because it shows a lot about themselves and how they treat other people.



I've never been in a REAL relationship with a guy. I've dated people, sure. Nothing lasting. I've thought a lot about it. I've realized that I want to feel loved. I want someone to love me. That's not going to come in middle school. I've given up that. I've decided to wait til a guy likes me first.



I have a Facebook.

www.facebook.com/ruthmeyou



I have a Twitter.

www.twitter.com/ruthmeyou



I have a Formspring.

www.formspring.me/ruthmeyou



I have a Tumblr.

http://www.ruthmeyou.tumblr.com/



Contact me. Love to hear from some people.

Oh. Well. Kbye.

Ruth.

Hey Guys! I'm Bobby and I'm a Dork!

Hey there! My name is Bobby. No it's not Robert or Rob so don't call me anything like that. I don't mind if you call me Bob though. I guess we're all using our first posts to introduce ourselves and stuff like that, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do.  I just turned 14 on April 5th. I graduated from the 8th grade yesterday. I live in Baltimore and next year, I'll be attending Baltimore School for the Arts for Trombone. These past 3 years, I've been attending Roland Park Middle School.

I have a full scholarship to the Peabody Prepatory here in Downtown Balitmore, so that's where I plan to spend my first 4 years of college. I'm gonna major in Trombone there. I'd like to go somewhere else and also major and/or minor in Music Production, Film, and Website Programming/Design.

If you didn't notice, I'm a computer geek. I spend a lot of time on the computer. I also play my trombone a lot. I'm actually great at it. I also play guitar. Those are the two instruments I'm really trained in. I can play other instruments, but I'm nowhere near as good. I also produce. That means that I make beats or background music. Produce means compose. I'm a vocal artist too. I rap and sing. You can listen to some of my songs by clicking here. I'm working on my first mixtape. It's gonna be called "Dope Thoughts: Hail From Imagination Land." I also make videos on YouTube. You can check them out at http://youtube.com/bjwnavigator I'm not gonna lie, there not the best, but I have fun making them! Another thing that I do is design/program website. You can check mine out by clicking here. I also skateboard. I'm pretty good. I need to get some good footage. My favorite trick is a big flip.

Music is my life. I mainly listen to hip hop and rap, but I pretty much like anything. When it comes to my music, my influences are Kid CuDi, Lupe Fiasco, Kanye West, Arsha Asteraki, Owl City, TI, Jdiesel, and KRYMEZ. The list goes on thought. I'm not a belieber.

What other things can I tell you about me to get to 1,000 words? hmmm. Maybe we should change this to 400-600 words. That would be easier haha

I like making friends on the internet. It's much easier than making friends in real life. It would be nice if you guys talked to me or respond when I talk to you guys haha.

You can go check out some of my links below to get a better understanding of me!

Well since you're getting to know me you should follow me on Twitter so we can get to be friends!
http://twitter.com/daUniqueB

You can go check out my website!

http://bobbysorandom.com

You can check out some of my videos too

http://youtube.com/bjwnavigator

Become a fan of me on Facebook. Email me if you wanna add my personal friend

http://facebook.com/daUniqueB

Check out some of my songs on MySpace and add me

http://myspace.com/daUniqueB

Thanks for reading

Sorry this isn't 1,000 words, I just couldn't make it, but I'm pretty sure I got my point across.

-Bobby Woody