Boringess

Boringness. It's not a word, but I don't care. I mean like boring-ness. As in like boredom. Well, I don't know why I write blog every day (I don't write blog every day though). Whenever I write blog, I just have no inspiration at all, and my parents expect me to write blogs about actual stuff, but then I see here that like half my blogs are about not knowing what to write about. Today I had an OBI which is an oral book interview. The person who interviewed me was Diya's dad, he was nice and the questions he asked were good. My mom was an interviewer so we had to leave early and park at the side of the road so we could walk up to school. My mom told me what to write, and she wanted me to write more, but I obviously am too "bored" so I didn't. I am still bored.

President's Day

Today is President's day. All I did was homework, that was literally it. I spent 10 hours plus breaks and playing with my sister doing homework. Yes, homework, now I wonder how much a person can have. Well, a lot. I had random homework. First off, I have math homework, then I had oral book interview notes, then I had Chinese homework, then I had piano, then I had math, then I had blog. I think there may be a few more, but that's all I remember. It took so long. Life is so boring for me, my mom said that. "Life is so boring for you." She says.

Honor Chorus Practice

So, I am in honor chorus, which is like honors, but where you sing. Last week I also had an honor chorus practice, and I think it went okay. Today's honor chorus practice was a little different and we mainly just learned some new things. First off, we warmed up after I signed in. After we warmed up we started with a latin song, I forgot the name, but it was very beautiful and slow. Secondly, we actually sang a song in English called Rhythm of Life, and it's majority of the time fast and usually at mezzo forte. The last song we sang or practiced was Akatonbo, a Japanese folk song, and it is also beautiful, and slow. After that, I went home and started to practice the songs a little more. I cannot wait for the honor chorus performances.

The Journey of Time [Part 6]

Part 5...
"The only thing you're doing is agreeing with me, is there something wrong with you?"
"Yep."
"Seriously, Alisa, don't mess around right now!"
"Sure."
"Uhhh...."
A dark cloud formed overhead...

"ALISA!!! WAKE UP!" Wayne yelled helplessly.
"Yes." Alisa answered mindlessly.
Wayne looked up, the dark cloud... Suddenly there was thunder, then lightning.
"Alisa, seriously.."
"Yeah."
"WHAT HAS HAPPENED?!"
"Sure."
Then lighting struck. The lightning struck right next to Wayne, what are the chances?!
Alisa screamed. She didn't look as clueless, she had waken up out of her trance.
"Alisa?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"You are still only answering me, though."
"No, seriously, I'm okay. But what happened?"
"You were only answering m-..."
Wayne was cut off, the dark king.. The dark king stood right in front of them with a mocking sneer.
"Hello, children, what could you two be doing here?" The dark king asked.

The Journey of Time [Part 5]

Part 4...
"Well, maybe we can bribe the bad king to make a potion for bringing back the dead, I only know that 'cause I read books."
"Hmm... That plan sounds legit.. but how do we get jewelias?"
"I have no idea."

So, off they went, looking for jewelias, first they stumbled across a small girl.
"H-Hello.." the girl stuttered, "Who are you?"
"Oh, hey there, don't be scared, we're just here to-" Alisa was cut off.
"We're not here to do anything, but a question for you: what are jewelias?" Wayne asked.
"My mother said I was not allowed to talk to strangers, and not to be rude, even though your clothes do not look normal and look very out of place," The little girl covered her mouth and blushed "sorry, I did not mean it,"
"Okay..." Alisa said suspiciously.
"If you really want to know, jewelias are the currency here,"
"Okay, thank you, and our clothes are not weird," Wayne retorted.
They walked off.
"Wait, Wayne, was there something weird about her? Just the way she walked..." Alisa questioned.
"I think there was something wrong with her, I swear.. The dark look she wore when she said that her mommy said 'not to talk to strangers.'"
"Yep."
"There's something wrong about her, but I just can't like grab it.."
"I know right?!"
"The only thing you're doing is agreeing with me, is there something wrong with you?"
"Yep."
"Seriously, Alisa, don't mess around right now!"
"Sure."
"Uhhh...."
A dark cloud formed overhead...

There is Nothing to Write About

There is really nothing to write about. It's.. What would you call it? "Having no inspiration" Yes. Have you ever wondered how singers think of their songs? Well, it's called "Having inspiration" While I have no inspiration. Hmmm.. Imagine singers with no inspiration, where would all their songs be? Well, the songs wouldn't exist. It's like this: Have you ever tried to think of an original tune to a song? It's really hard, and even if you do, you will majority of the time find that it has some part of another song (that's for me at least). The lyrics are easy, though. Well.. I used that as a reference to having no inspiration. The analogy isn't that good but, as I was saying, NO INSPIRATION! I write blog.. and that's it. But when I write blog, I am very bored, and I don't think very thoroughly about what I'm going to write about. This is a very repetitive blog post, I keep on saying I have no inspiration, but to be honest, I don't! Oh wait, there it is again.

The Journey of Time [Part 4]

Part 3...
"I think I hear birds, wait no, conversation, coming from the room in the middle, most likely the throne room."
"Since when do you have such sharp ears and know about that stuff?"
"Oh, I just do."
They walked into the room, the dark king, and the good king...

They had found the dark king and the good king having conversation in the throne room.
"No, I will not let you rule." the good king negotiated.
"How about 700 jewelias?" the bad king asked.
"Well.. that is a lot, but no."
"Oh, really? 1,000 jewelias?"
The good king was resisting the urge to take the deal, you see he wanted to be rich too. Jewelias were the currency there.
"No!"
"Then we will duel."
In the duel the dark kind killed the good king, and he ruled over. Thunder stormed, lightning... The waves crashed onto the shore of the rocky beaches.
"Uh-oh.." Alisa said.
"I think this is where it started..." Wayne commented.
"Yep."
"Well... I guess we didn't stop it."
"But we can..."
"What..? How?"
"Did you see how they talked about those jewelias?"
"Uhh.. Yeah."
"Well, maybe we can bribe the bad king to make a potion for bringing back the dead, I only know that 'cause I read books."
"Hmm... That plan sounds legit.. but how do we get jewelias?"
"I have no idea."