Secrets

I have a lot of things I don't want to write in my blog, secrets, sometimes I also feel that a lot of people actually read my blog. Then I check my pageviewers, I actually have a lot. I don't want to put in too much information, but I never see any comments, so I don't know if people are reading or not, if anybody is, then yay! If not, this post would sound very foolish. I want to see!

New Game!?

I made a new game at the park today, I call it treasure hunting. In which everybody buries some type of object that stands out in the sand. The goal of the game is to hold all the objects in your hand to win. Bottle caps work best, for their unique size, and color in relation to the sand. For this game, every player needs a unique bottle cap, to prevent confusion, it is recommended to use sharpie to mark the bottle cap. Once the bottle caps are prepared, the players need to find an area of sand, that is reasonably large, and mark the boundaries.

Everybody takes turn burying their object, without the other players looking, once everybody has buried their object, they should all try to look around for bottle caps. The one who can gather all of them, and prove that they have gathered them wins. Players are allowed to try and take caps from other players, so if your bottle caps are not buried, hold on to them tight. You are allowed to rebury caps after they are taken out. Trades and tricks are allowed, but fakes are not.

Strategy:
One key point in the game, is to go for your own cap last, doing so will reveal the location of your cap.
A strategy I like is to pretend to not be able to find my cap, then when the other players come, I "secretly" go to another fake location, then when they notice, I go looking for their caps.
With trades, the idea is that you give someone something, at the same time they give you something. Once, when I had my sisters cap, and she had mine, I secretly buried hers, and took out a random pile of sand, and we did the trade, soon after I got out mine and won the game. 

Feet Hurt

Right now, my feet hurt, I've been sitting in this chair for way to long, so much, that my feet are stiff, and I don't want to get off this chair. My butt won't come off, but it is my feet that are stiff, weird. I also want to finish this right now, but I know I have two hours before the deadline, and this is the only thing that I have to do that's left. They hurt so much that, well actually, they don't hurt anymore, so this is kind of a waste of time. My sister is being kind of annoying, and she wants me to finish, so I guess I'm done. Just cause she wants me to, not a quality post...

Post Title

I have mixed feelings about summer, which is stupid, because I thought summer would, without a doubt, be awesome, however I also have some things to do, like practicing piano and math. I wrote my Title as "Post Title", because I have no idea whether or not I want to spend the time doing a long time on it. I wish I could enjoy something, rather than hoping for the future, and never enjoying the present. I may start to enjoy this, but I feel like once I enjoy something the time I will have is too short. I am too negative. If I hate something, I will be bored and wait for something exciting, however, I it unlikely that I will think it is exciting once I get to actually experience it. In the rare chance I like it, I think the time would be too short, I haven't changed from this thought process since at least third grade, I don't know how to properly enjoy something.

Tuesday

Tuesday is a boring day, it is not the first day nor the last day. Things that are fun on day one, because they're "new" get boring on Tuesday. After a long weekend, Monday is pretty fun, but it goes hurtling down on Tuesday. I find this applies to Summer too, it may be sort of fun to have a free day of no-work, all play on computers, smartphones, and gaming consoles. However, after 9 hours it just isn't as fun anymore. I find that during the school year, I hated Tuesday most of all. Today is a Monday, my mom will not be home for the whole day tomorrow, it will just be my sister, my grandpa, and me, I wonder how that would feel. Now this makes me look forward to some of my summer camp activities during the next three weeks, but I feel like after a while, I'll be looking forward to my free time again, then to school starting again, then after school starts, I'll be looking forward to the first weekend, then the next weekend, and eventually Winter Break, Spring Break, and the whole Summer Charade again. I think this is how I feel. I want to enjoy as many days as possible, so I'll want to make everyday as interesting as possible. As for in July, I hope I won't be wishing for school to start sooner, and then when it starts wish for summer again. I think you know why...

Duck Duck Goose

I am writing every single thought that goes through my head, or am I? I think I am thinking about my words a lot more than I think, as proven by the fact that I typed backspace over 23 times already in this post, not counting the 10 times it took to wright this second sentence. So I haven't yet thought of a topic, so like last time, I'll try to resist the urge to type backsapce. I adn jud type what I want and what comes through my head, I will not wrory about grammer arrors and or acciedtntly type somethin a i badly want to erase, even teh title is not really good, and it was the trhee words that mwere in my haead at the time.  I look how many speeling erros I have already, I toadalty realyi in o n backspace whey to much. I f i trided erasing I whould have maybe 100 backspaces. I am not good oat this.

Summer Saturday

I invented it, from now on, I will call the Saturday before the first school-week (Mon. to Fri.) without school for Summer Break, Summer Saturday. I am still getting used to Summer, and sometimes it feels just like a regular Saturday, with 1:30 to 6:00 PM being Chinese School, the morning being finishing homework, and the evening being writing Blog and doing math. Even when I don't have school the day after the next day, it can still feel like that, however, today was the last day in my Chinese School, and I don't have anymore, or any Chinese Homework this Summer. So yay! So while it may be the same, to me, it is a reminder that major changes are coming the next weeks, and vacation, and the complete summer experience, will follow.

Summer

Today was the first day of Summer Break, and I had nothing to do. I think summer break has its own set of activities. So, in the morning, I prefer to sleep in, why not? But 9 times out of 10 my sister will drag me up. Later in the morning, I decide to go and do whatever I can to play on a computer, whether it is trying to guess a password, or look for open computers, or some other way of getting a form of entertainment for the morning, at lunch I do something simple, so I can get back to what I was doing before. At late afternoon, I do the work that will make my dad happy when he comes home at 6:15. Then, we have dinner, and after that I try to get the iPad. Finally, I play monopoly with my family. This is my Summer, really boring right?

Ten minutes

I will have to write this whole thing in an akward position for the rest of the class. I also have only ten minutes. I will try to write this, to write a description of my environment, because I want to practice my skills in describing things. My mom is looking at her computer, but occasionally looks at her phone. The table I am on has 9 chairs. I am in this position so she can look at whatever I am doing right now. My sister is sitting on a large piano, and my piano teacher, is standing up tall, giving advice to her. I think my sister wants to sleep. In 3 minutes, I'll start my turn. However, at this exact moment, nothing is happening, people are just talking to each other. So it will be another 8 minutes ...

Title

There once was a boy. He never told anybody his name. Only his family, and people his family told, knew his name. He also stayed away, and tried to change his attitude every day, so no one knew what he liked, and who he was. He stayed alone, and when someone came around, he figured out a way to escape, and that happened so many times, that no one ever tried twice. People were confused, and so no one talked about him, and soon, his family didn't either. No one knew anything, and no one tried, or had the patience to find out his life story.

It didn't matter, no one cared, and everyone was pretty sure he didn't either. All the windows were closed, and he moved out. After he was about 16 years old, he moved out, and his family changed back to normal. Very soon, this boy found it difficult to survive, after 2 years out in the city streets, and soon stopped his method of avoiding everything. He was the only beggar in the town, and was recognized by everyone. The pressure on him was so high, he had to run from the city. Apparently, when he told his story, that his city was in the middle of nowhere, and the town was surrounded on 2 sides by mountains, and 2 sides by a forest. Due to the fact that, he heard that the mountains were dangerous, he went through the forest, but somehow took a wrong turn, and landed on the mountains. The next city was 34 miles over the mountains. It was easy, and he was lucky. He was so lucky, that he barely climbed any mountains at all. He came back, and then people realized that these mountains weren't so bad anyway. This connected the city to the rest of the world, and people liked this boy.

Preparetion

I spelt the title wrong, I will not press the backspace once, from now on, if I misspell something, then I will have to deal with it. Let's see what I can do. It is ckind of hard to fight the instictn to w=not press backspace, and when I miss a key, I will have to just type dalkdj with the mistakes . . Si I dnon't kown what sjuts hapened there. I 'll try tonot make it happen again. I have so many words that are wrong.... NOOOOO!

Music

Today I have a music concert at 7:00. I play the flute. I am writing this right now, because I have nothing else to write about. When I finish this, I will watch some videos. Should I be serious?

We are going to play 2 songs, one is 2 pages long, and one is one page long. I am getting ready to play. I hope that I will be able to play well, and impress my mom and classmates. Tomorrow I will tell everyone how I did.

The waste game

Over the weekend, I went camping, I played a game called the waste game. In the waste game, we talked about what you waste by doing a certain action, some were funny "Waste, your life, by going to school." Some made sense "Waste, water, by flushing the toilet." It was nice to see what everyone could think about. It might not matter at all, because it is so small. My friend told a story about the civilization "the waste people", who wasted everything they had, and the "conserving people", who did not waste anything. The waste people died once a drought came. The next day, we talked about more ways to waste things: "Waste, time, by tripping." It didn't take up most of the time, but it was a fun way to connect with the other people camping with me.

In Piano Again

   Today I have to write my blog in piano class again, there are many differences, first, I have to listen to my piano teacher talking to my sister, second, I'm in a different environment, than I'm usually in, and finally,  my mom is currently not around, but I have to finish before she comes back. It doesn't help much with helping me think of my topic though. Last time I did a recording , this time, I'm being even lazier. I'm all alone, the other people in this room don't notice me, and no one is watching me. Next time, I hope I can think of something.

Right Blog

Sometimes, when you write, people tell you to "just write". I find that true, often times when I don't worry about specifics, and just write, I can make a much better post. Also, when I hear my mom, I can type way faster, but this is still a bad blog ;(

... Continue... Oh Yeah, I have 10,000,000 drafts to finish, maybe I should work on them

   I am never able to finish my blog. I try, but I always end up pushing it off to the next day... and then forgetting about it. It happens, when I open up my blog, write one or two sentences, play a video game, close the computer, open it the next day, and realize my blog isn't finished, then go on and plat another game, eventually I just close it out of the thought "I'll never finish it ...". So I end up with a lot of unfinished posts. So ... now what, I want to just finish, but I have nothing to write. I never have anything to write ... If I stop it will be not good enough for my mom, if not, my mom will complain about this section being a waste of time. Ok ... so I am just making observations, is that good enough? I don't know if I actually like doing this or not? Finishing will be hard, I never know what to do, and I always feel like I write waaaaaaaaaaaay too little.  Can I stop now? I feel like this is no different than simply writing two or three sentences. This is what happens every single time I try to write a blog like this. I hope people like this better.

Math and math and math

Oh, I wrote the title yesterday, whatever. So, I finished almost everything, and I might be able to go to Barnes and Nobles !!! After I finish this, and I did, YAAAAY.


What? Oh right it is not a quality post, well now it is!

Post Title

Since I don't want another blank post, I'll call this one Post Title, because I still have to write in the title. In the editor, when you haven't written your title, it says Post Title, so that's what this is, a post with no title. Should it be "blog" or "post", recently I have been referring to it as "blog". So yeah, I have come back to this after 500 years. Wait, it was 10 hours, sorry. I have nothing more to say. 

Blog at Piano

   It is kind of funny I'm writing this in piano class, when blog and piano are my two main things I need to finish every day besides homework. Right now, my sister is playing, so I will do a direct recording blog. "music is playing right now". When I am going on a rush ... <I didn't hear the rest>, now the song starts again. Now do you get it (Piano Teacher). My mom is sighing. My teacher is talking about the metronome. ... <i can't hear clearly.> 

Barnes + Noble

Every Sunday I go to Barnes and Nobles. Well, usually, I like going there, because I can see all the new books, and just relax for the day. Yesterday, I was planning to write about something else, but I had to sleep early to wake up early for a long hiking trip. I got back 2 hours ago. While this does sound like a nice thing to write about, I was saving the Barnes and Nobles thing for like 2 weeks, and I think I should just right it now. So that is what I'm going to do. I'm sure you saw that "right", the thing is this editor doesn't check for grammar (you've noticed that about my writing, write?) It only checks for spelling. So I could type "I ate a pair", and this won't notice it is wrong. Now that was a long side note.

Anyway ( Back to my old habits), I went their Yesterday, but I want to go again, I have a book I want to finish! So I get to go when I finish, YAY! Since I need this to be a quality post, I wonder what I should do. I need to learn how to write. I know what will happen if I would continue, so just bye.


I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE. I FEEL LIKE I AM JUST DOING THIS TO DO IT. I NEED TO GET BETTER...