Writing or reading? Writing or reading? Which one is better. I’ve thought about this forever, and my final answer is both. I mean, when I’m mad and I don’t want to talk about it, I like to read. I don’t need to do anything. I just need to flip the pages, and let the words soak in. Reading calms me. But writing also calms me. Sometimes, when I’m mad, it helps to tell people. Write down my feelings and share it. When I’m sharing, I always sound mad. And just getting the words out makes me feel much better. But surprisingly, I don’t feel reading or writing when I’m happy. I always feel like I should be doing something else.

 

Which do you like better? Leave your opinions in the comments!

A few years ago (I think it was 2014?), I went to Australia. I went to Sydney, then Uluru, then Port Douglas. Sydney was where I went first. I went in the Winter, but in Australia it was Summer, so when I got off of that plane, I was immediately dying of dehydration. I went on like a bazillion tours there, and it was SO AMAZING!!! During the time that I was in Sydney, Christmas happened. In Australia, they have these things called Christmas Crackers. The stuff inside is stuff you would typically put in a stocking, I guess.

 

Next, I went to Uluru. Uluru is in the desert, and it’s really hot there. In Uluru, I went to this thing called “The Sounds of Silence”. It was really cool. In Uluru, all the lights don’t disturb the environment. You could see millions of stars. The food was really good, too. I also rode a camel in Australia.

 

Out of all the three places I visited in Australia, Port Douglas was the best. That was where I went snorkeling for the first time in my life. Well, I didn’t really snorkel. I just stayed on the boat and ate all the food.

My school just did a production of the Wizard of Oz. It was a really cool show. It was a really cool show, and I was in stage crew. That’s the type of crew that moves the sets, hands out props, and manages costumes. Specifically, I moved the sets. It was really cool and on one show, everything went wrong. Here a some of the things that happened that night;

 

• Someone yelled Hamlet
• Someone yelled “It’s intermission” before it was intermission

 

Since everyone believed the kid that yelled it was intermission, they all left. Intermission is when stage crew does it’s big scene change from Yellow Brick Road to Oz. But we still had to do the poppies scene. To make the scene change go faster we undid the duct tape on the Yellow Brick Road and…

 

• I had to hold up the Yellow Brick Road backdrop
• It fell

 

Some of the poppies are also flying monkeys. Intermission is when they do their big costume change. Usually. But since the poppies scene was now after intermission, they had barely any time to change into their costume and paint their face blue. One of the poppy/monkeys was feeling all frantic and…

 

• She gave another poppy/monkey a bloody nose
• The lion’s microphone fell off
• Scarecrow forgot her dance

 

But even after all of this, we still managed to get through. And everyone in the audience LOVED it.

Boring, Confusing. Frustrating. Annoying. Hard. Those are all words to describe math. The dreaded math. The worst class. Bleh, math. I don’t know about you, but word problems are THE WORST! Like, Like, when will I EVER need to know how many oranges Amanda bought if her total is $10.75 and each orange is 25 cents? And the wording is always SO WEIRD! Which graph is satisfied with the numerical value of 2? It might as well say, “if you have 2 apples and 6 pears, how many pancakes will fit on the roof? Purple. Because aliens don’t wear hats.” Like what the heck?! Speak English, please.

Currently, I have 75 blog posts. This is unacceptable!!! whitetiger2005 has 77! I’m supposed to be the Blogging Queen. Not her! My new goal is to write at least 3 posts a day. I need to get to 200 posts by the end of the year! I need to win blogging! Forever!

Blogging is the best

Blogging is like a dream

I love blogging so much

Some even call me the Blogging Queen

So today is February 29th. The last day of February. I’m doing this challenge thing, where I have to write a Slice of Life post every single day in March. If you don’t know what a Slice of Life is, it’s basically anything about you. It can be a rant, a memory, an opinion, and anything but a story. I’ll be posting one of these every single day in March. Well, at least March. This challenge sounds really fun, and I might continue it through part of April. #SOLC17!

Winter. Winter is torture. Chapped Lips. Wearing puffy jackets. Staying inside. Those tech glove thingies don’t work! I try to play on my phone, and they don’t work! Wearing bazillions of blankets, then you’re warm, so you take some off, then you’re cold. If you take a shower, then go outside, your hair freezes. Feeling smothered to death in winter clothes. Teachers saying, “we had four days off, why isn’t this project done?” Like, I got a life too, ya know? No sunlight. And worst of all, IN GYM, I’M WEARING SHORTS AND WE STILL HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE, EVEN THOUGH IT’S BELOW FREEZING!!!

Perfection. I HATE perfection. What even is perfection? Is there a definition for perfection? Say you’re cooking. First, it had to be healthy. Then, it had to taste good. And now it has to look good?! No matter what you do, they’re just gonna keep raising the bar. “Be the best you can be!” I used to live by that motto. The best I can be isn’t perfect. The best I can be is good. And good is good enough to me. But since I live in a judgemental society, good isn’t good. Good is bad. It’s like I have to be perfect. The world is telling me to express myself, so I sing. But I’m a bad singer. So society tells me that, and basically tells me to stop singing, because I’m bad at singing. So, I have to make it funny. So, I sing worse than before, so people think I’m joking. Now they think I’m funny, but they also think I’m a HORRIBLE singer. And people think they have to be mean, to be accepted. It’s like actual jokes aren’t funny anymore. It’s like violence is now more funny than actual humor. Also, people think that being mean will distract people from their own flaws. People are only mean because they are insecure. People that express themselves are classified as “weird”. Unknown things are “weird”. And if something is “weird”, people will make fun of it, until it becomes unhappy. Now, it’s classified as normal, but it’s also sad. Sad because they can’t express themselves anymore. Then they end up feeling like it’s their fault that they’re unhappy. Which it’s not. They did nothing wrong. Society did something wrong.

I just finished this book called “A Long Walk To Water”. It’s a really good book. It’s about this guy named Salva Dut and when he was young, he had to leave his home because if the war that was going on is his country, Sudan. There’s also another character, Nya. Nya lives in the same country, but her story starts in 2008, whereas Salva’s story begins in the 80s. Nya is also made-up. I give this book a 10 out of 10, and I recommend you read it immediately.