I started the summer reading program at my library two weeks ago. Heres the record of what I read:
Week One:
A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass
Amelia's Best Year Ever by Marissa Moss
Peter Pan In Scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean
(Got a READ temporary tattoo)
Week Two:
Inu-Yasha, A Feudal Fairy Tale Vol. 3 by Rumiko Takahashi
Wish Vol. 2 by Clamp
Snap by Alison McGhee
Firegirl by Tony Abbott
Wish Vol. 3 by Clamp
(Got a purple notebook and green pencil that says "Books Are Treasures")
I'll post again next week!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Recital 2007
Well, it's finally come and gone. On the 16th of June, I had my dance recital.
The show was at the World Theater in Fort Ord, on the CSUMB campus. My first rehearsal early in the day was at 10:55 AM, so I got up at 7:00. We ended up rushing to get the makeup on anyway. We were a little early, though. The first rehearsal, a ballet dance, went well. Then I waited in the lobby till 12:15 for my next rehearsal, also a ballet. I had a quick change, with only one dance in between the the ballet and my jazz class. For the rehearsal I didn't change, because we had to be ready and waiting by the stage while the dance before us practised. Kind of odd dancing jazz in a flowing blue dress!
After the jazz class we left the theater and went to Burger King. I've had a tradition now for a couple years of having a picture of me sitting in the car eating a french fry in my ballet dress. We actually missed taking that this year, but got one of me reading Peter Pan In Scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean instead.
After that we drove around Fort Ord looking at all the creepy deserted houses for a while, till it was time to go back to the theater. After fixing my hair in a bun again, Mom went to get the tickets, and I waited in line for a chilly fifteen minutes to get backstage. I was one of the first in line, though.
All us second-act people were crammed into a dressing room about the size of two and a half walk-in closets, with, unlike the other rooms, no mirrors on the walls, and no television. No, we don't watch Cable TV when we have one; they put the recording of the recital on it for us to watch. We heard the sound and music though. Odd.
So, me and my friends joked about being packed in the room like bricks and fooled around with makeup for the first act. Finally me and my class went out into the hall.
That first dance is called Dance Of The Blessed Spirits, and I think that's the name of the song. It's from Orpheus, I think.
After that I waited around some more, then we crowded into the hallway again.
The second ballet dance is kind of jazzy. It's done to the song Put On A Happy Face, sung by Tony Bennett and James Taylor. The dance was called Cheers.
A parent assistant helped me change into my purple and black outfit. There was another girl in my class who had the same quick change. I admire her, though, and another friend of mine, because before Cheers they had a Musical Theater dance, and only an announcement from the teacher to change during. Later, when signing the friend's address book, I put "Good job on the quick change!"
The jazz dance was to Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. We called it Write Your Future.
So, the night went better than I thought it would. My best friend Vera came, along with my dad's friend Karen and her twin daughters. They said I did a really good job, and gave me a thumbs up.
I got two big bouqets, and they're still alive! (=D)
I had a good time, and I'm looking forward to when we get the video, which is eight weeks from now. (>.>)
The show was at the World Theater in Fort Ord, on the CSUMB campus. My first rehearsal early in the day was at 10:55 AM, so I got up at 7:00. We ended up rushing to get the makeup on anyway. We were a little early, though. The first rehearsal, a ballet dance, went well. Then I waited in the lobby till 12:15 for my next rehearsal, also a ballet. I had a quick change, with only one dance in between the the ballet and my jazz class. For the rehearsal I didn't change, because we had to be ready and waiting by the stage while the dance before us practised. Kind of odd dancing jazz in a flowing blue dress!
After the jazz class we left the theater and went to Burger King. I've had a tradition now for a couple years of having a picture of me sitting in the car eating a french fry in my ballet dress. We actually missed taking that this year, but got one of me reading Peter Pan In Scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean instead.
After that we drove around Fort Ord looking at all the creepy deserted houses for a while, till it was time to go back to the theater. After fixing my hair in a bun again, Mom went to get the tickets, and I waited in line for a chilly fifteen minutes to get backstage. I was one of the first in line, though.
All us second-act people were crammed into a dressing room about the size of two and a half walk-in closets, with, unlike the other rooms, no mirrors on the walls, and no television. No, we don't watch Cable TV when we have one; they put the recording of the recital on it for us to watch. We heard the sound and music though. Odd.
So, me and my friends joked about being packed in the room like bricks and fooled around with makeup for the first act. Finally me and my class went out into the hall.
That first dance is called Dance Of The Blessed Spirits, and I think that's the name of the song. It's from Orpheus, I think.
After that I waited around some more, then we crowded into the hallway again.
The second ballet dance is kind of jazzy. It's done to the song Put On A Happy Face, sung by Tony Bennett and James Taylor. The dance was called Cheers.
A parent assistant helped me change into my purple and black outfit. There was another girl in my class who had the same quick change. I admire her, though, and another friend of mine, because before Cheers they had a Musical Theater dance, and only an announcement from the teacher to change during. Later, when signing the friend's address book, I put "Good job on the quick change!"
The jazz dance was to Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. We called it Write Your Future.
So, the night went better than I thought it would. My best friend Vera came, along with my dad's friend Karen and her twin daughters. They said I did a really good job, and gave me a thumbs up.
I got two big bouqets, and they're still alive! (=D)
I had a good time, and I'm looking forward to when we get the video, which is eight weeks from now. (>.>)
Monday, June 4, 2007
Books
Yup, I've read a lot more.
67. Oy, Joy! By Lucy Frank
68. Dreadful Acts by Phillip Ardagh
69. Girls In Pants by Ann Brashares
70. Alphabet City Ballet by Erika Tamar
71. Luna by Julie Anne Peters
72. If We Kiss by Rachel Vail
73. Circle Of Magic, Daja's Book by Tamora Pierce
74. Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech
75. I Am The Wallpaper by Mark Peter Hughes
76. The Problem Child by Michael Buckley
77. Killing Britney by Sean Olin
78. Walk Away Home by Paul Many
79. Bird by Angela Johnson
80. Forever In Blue by Ann Brashares
81. Terrible Times by Phillip Ardagh
82. Hate You by Graham Mcnamee
83. Dealing With Dragons by Patricia C. Wrede
84. Flipped by Wendelin Van Draanen
85. Peter And The Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson
86. What Do Fish Have To Do With Anything? And Other Stories by Avi
67. Oy, Joy! By Lucy Frank
68. Dreadful Acts by Phillip Ardagh
69. Girls In Pants by Ann Brashares
70. Alphabet City Ballet by Erika Tamar
71. Luna by Julie Anne Peters
72. If We Kiss by Rachel Vail
73. Circle Of Magic, Daja's Book by Tamora Pierce
74. Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech
75. I Am The Wallpaper by Mark Peter Hughes
76. The Problem Child by Michael Buckley
77. Killing Britney by Sean Olin
78. Walk Away Home by Paul Many
79. Bird by Angela Johnson
80. Forever In Blue by Ann Brashares
81. Terrible Times by Phillip Ardagh
82. Hate You by Graham Mcnamee
83. Dealing With Dragons by Patricia C. Wrede
84. Flipped by Wendelin Van Draanen
85. Peter And The Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson
86. What Do Fish Have To Do With Anything? And Other Stories by Avi
Friday, March 30, 2007
Deathly Hallows Report
Four months. Everyone excited? Thought so. Coverart's out, for those of you who haven't seen it.
UK Cover
I think the UK cover is a little bright. Please comment and tell me what you think. On the back flap, Nagini can be seen with a bubble-like shape. A few people in my HP group thought it was a pensieve, but I disagree. When I looked at it, the idea of Harry using a Bubblehead charm to get Nagini. Interesting? Let me know. Also, most likely Kreacher on Harry's back.
US Cover
This is the front of the US cover. I like this one a lot better. I noticed Harry has something pouch-like around his neck... My first thought was the mirror that Serious gave him, but that was shattered. It's too small to contain the horcruxes. Wonderful Colosseum background.
Full US Cover
Full cover. Apparently Harry might not use his wand when, if he does, destroy Voldemort. Well, enjoy the covers!
UK Cover
I think the UK cover is a little bright. Please comment and tell me what you think. On the back flap, Nagini can be seen with a bubble-like shape. A few people in my HP group thought it was a pensieve, but I disagree. When I looked at it, the idea of Harry using a Bubblehead charm to get Nagini. Interesting? Let me know. Also, most likely Kreacher on Harry's back.
US Cover
This is the front of the US cover. I like this one a lot better. I noticed Harry has something pouch-like around his neck... My first thought was the mirror that Serious gave him, but that was shattered. It's too small to contain the horcruxes. Wonderful Colosseum background.
Full US Cover
Full cover. Apparently Harry might not use his wand when, if he does, destroy Voldemort. Well, enjoy the covers!
Friday, March 23, 2007
Books
Here is some more books on my list.
56. Protector Of The Small, The First Test by Tamora Pierce
57. Protector Of The Small, Page by Tamora Pierce
58. Protector Of The Small, Squire by Tamora Pierce
59. Flush by Carl Hiaasen
60. Lucky Stars by Lucy Frank
61. Welcome Home Or Someplace Like It by Charlotte Agell
62. The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares
63. Ttyl by Lauren Myracle
64. Gossip Times Three by Amy Goldman Koss
65. The Second Summer Of The Sisterhood by Ann Brashares
66. Leven Thumps And The Gateway To Foo by Obert Skye
56. Protector Of The Small, The First Test by Tamora Pierce
57. Protector Of The Small, Page by Tamora Pierce
58. Protector Of The Small, Squire by Tamora Pierce
59. Flush by Carl Hiaasen
60. Lucky Stars by Lucy Frank
61. Welcome Home Or Someplace Like It by Charlotte Agell
62. The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares
63. Ttyl by Lauren Myracle
64. Gossip Times Three by Amy Goldman Koss
65. The Second Summer Of The Sisterhood by Ann Brashares
66. Leven Thumps And The Gateway To Foo by Obert Skye
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Cliff
This is a short story I wrote after going on an outing on high terrain. Hope everyone likes it!
Cliff
My name is Harriet Calber. I don't like heights. Especially not mountains. I'm on a "family outing." Mom and Dad say they're good for me, but I disagree. I'm that quiet type who, while everyone splashes in the pool, I sit in a corner reading my book. At the moment I'm looking out the window at that looming mountain, not too big, but big enough. Dad turns onto the side road that leads to it. No way out now. What am I going to do? Well, I tie up my messy black hair, pick up my book, and pry my eyes from the rising slope.
"Harriet, look at that marvelous view! Isn't it wonderful?"
I looked up at Mom. "Is it really?" I grumbled, and looked out despite myself. Stomach drop time. The whole countryside was spread out like a patchwork quilt, the kind a pioneer would use. The cliff edge was just a little ways away from the tire, with rocks spread down the side. Shivering, I turned away as the mental images of tumbling cars came in. "What's so great about it?" I muttered.
"You can see everything. That's what's so great." Mom turned back to her view from the front seat. I'm amazed that my parents don't so much as think about the fact that we could slip over that rocky edge any second.
"Ah, here we are!" Dad turned sharply onto a road that led into the trees. "Da-ad!" I yelped, clinging to my seat.
"Sorry, sorry!" He cried, driving slowly.
He parked the car by a clearing with a few picnic tables. Mom had made a lunch with chicken salad sandwiches, deviled eggs, and muffins. We ate slowly, Mum and Dad chatting about the scenery and wildlife. I stayed quiet, just eating. Like I said, I'm not the talkative type.
"So, what do you say we check out that road over there? Looks fun." Dad was grinning. We had our late lunch and it was nearly sunset. I looked at the road. It was rocky and looked like people didn't use it often; not my definition of "fun." The trees grew closely and I didn't think our minivan would even fit.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Of course I'm not!"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah! C'mon!"
Dad tugged me over to the car. I squirmed in his grip, but my dad is a strong guy. He shoved me playfully into the back seat and went around to the front. Mom was in adventure mood; she hopped in the car and smiled expectantly at the road. Great. Just great.
The engine started up. Slowly. Is it as afraid as I am? Dad pulled onto the track and started driving, a little too fast for my liking. "Dad. Slow down." I growled. He simply laughed and speeded a little. "What? You afraid of driving like a normal person?"
Yes. My parents are idiots. I accept that.
Suddenly the forest disappeared. A cliff. A cliff! We were heading straight for it. The tires left the ground. Mom screamed. Dad swore. I didn't do anything. Just looked at the ground beneath me. As it disappeared, became air.
I muttered, "Crud," before the minivan hit the rocks, and the world disappeared forever.
Sad, I know. Just felt like writing something like that. Please comment!
Cliff
My name is Harriet Calber. I don't like heights. Especially not mountains. I'm on a "family outing." Mom and Dad say they're good for me, but I disagree. I'm that quiet type who, while everyone splashes in the pool, I sit in a corner reading my book. At the moment I'm looking out the window at that looming mountain, not too big, but big enough. Dad turns onto the side road that leads to it. No way out now. What am I going to do? Well, I tie up my messy black hair, pick up my book, and pry my eyes from the rising slope.
"Harriet, look at that marvelous view! Isn't it wonderful?"
I looked up at Mom. "Is it really?" I grumbled, and looked out despite myself. Stomach drop time. The whole countryside was spread out like a patchwork quilt, the kind a pioneer would use. The cliff edge was just a little ways away from the tire, with rocks spread down the side. Shivering, I turned away as the mental images of tumbling cars came in. "What's so great about it?" I muttered.
"You can see everything. That's what's so great." Mom turned back to her view from the front seat. I'm amazed that my parents don't so much as think about the fact that we could slip over that rocky edge any second.
"Ah, here we are!" Dad turned sharply onto a road that led into the trees. "Da-ad!" I yelped, clinging to my seat.
"Sorry, sorry!" He cried, driving slowly.
He parked the car by a clearing with a few picnic tables. Mom had made a lunch with chicken salad sandwiches, deviled eggs, and muffins. We ate slowly, Mum and Dad chatting about the scenery and wildlife. I stayed quiet, just eating. Like I said, I'm not the talkative type.
"So, what do you say we check out that road over there? Looks fun." Dad was grinning. We had our late lunch and it was nearly sunset. I looked at the road. It was rocky and looked like people didn't use it often; not my definition of "fun." The trees grew closely and I didn't think our minivan would even fit.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Of course I'm not!"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah! C'mon!"
Dad tugged me over to the car. I squirmed in his grip, but my dad is a strong guy. He shoved me playfully into the back seat and went around to the front. Mom was in adventure mood; she hopped in the car and smiled expectantly at the road. Great. Just great.
The engine started up. Slowly. Is it as afraid as I am? Dad pulled onto the track and started driving, a little too fast for my liking. "Dad. Slow down." I growled. He simply laughed and speeded a little. "What? You afraid of driving like a normal person?"
Yes. My parents are idiots. I accept that.
Suddenly the forest disappeared. A cliff. A cliff! We were heading straight for it. The tires left the ground. Mom screamed. Dad swore. I didn't do anything. Just looked at the ground beneath me. As it disappeared, became air.
I muttered, "Crud," before the minivan hit the rocks, and the world disappeared forever.
Sad, I know. Just felt like writing something like that. Please comment!
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
It's Official! July 21st, 2007. I still find it hard to believe that the title is Deathly Hallows. But I guess there's no turning back for Jo now! And here's my list of links with pages about it. Can't wait for summer! Off to go search Ebay for time machines.
J. K. Rowling's Home Page
Mugglenet
Deathly Hallows Article
J. K. Rowling's Home Page
Mugglenet
Deathly Hallows Article
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