PetraLovesYou

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Tuesday, 11 November 2008

  • I'm Fourteen... It's Terrible.

    I'm 14 years old. 14! I'm so old... 14 years of taking in oxygen and releasing carbon dioxide! I can FEEL myself growing up... HOW DO I FIGHT IT? It seems impossible!

    You start to realize that you want to be taken seriously sometimes; you don't always want people laughing at you, and you don't constantly want to be the center of attention. Why can't Peter Pan come visit me? Why can't his shadow run away, and somehow end up in MY room? Why can't Never Neverland be a REAL place?

    I wish I was still 5, or even 6, when staying up until 10:00pm was a big deal, because usually you were in bed by night fall. And the first time you recall staying up until midnight seemed like "the first day of the rest of your life." When you still had holes in your jeans, and you didn't buy them like that. When your shirt had blueberry stains and mud stains on it-- not to mention, you got both stains in the first hour of waking up.

    When you got up at 6:00am every morning to wake up your momma, and she would cook you waffles, and she still rationed how much syrup you put on them. The "good ol' days," ya know? How you still used children's fruity flavored toothpaste because you still swallowed it, even when you knew you were not supposed to (cause your stomach would blow up.)

    Everyday things when you're 14 were crazy exciting back then- like taking showers instead of baths. Or when you only combed your hair when your mom- or older sister forced you to, which was only like 4 times a week. Or even how exciting it was- yet painful- to get your hair braided. Oooo! Here's a good one! Your mom putting make-up on you before dance recitals! Sitting VERY still-- or at least trying to. And now, realizing she only put on about a fourth of what most girls my age wear everyday!

    ...But then there is the other side of me... dreaming of the day when I get to be the momma, cookin' up waffles, making halloween costumes, baking brownies, or making hot chocolate when it's cold, taking the kids to pick berries, and having mud fights, (and afterward trying to clean up the stains!)

    Buying the kids their favorite fruity- or even bubblegum flavored toothpaste, and helping them get over their fear of the dark by taking away the nightlight and just cracking their door open a little bit. Or even turning the shower on for the first time to get them used to it. Cleaning the grass stains from their shorts that they wore for their first game. Or buying them their first music book, or getting them their first paints and brushes.

    ...I'm 14 years old. !4! I'm so young! I have a lot to look forward to.



Monday, 27 October 2008

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    Dancing in the Moonlight
    By King Harvest
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    The difference between the kids my age, and me

    You know how people ask little kids when they first meet, "What do YOU want to be when you grow up," and they never can answer? Even now days, I'm like what? Fourteen? (WHOA! I'm fourteen... Crazy!) And when I talk to people, they still have NO idea about what they want to do when they grow up! I'm like, "That's cool, but you need to starting thinking/praying about it..."

    Now, you're probably confused by the title, right? Well, this is what I mean. I talk to these kids, even older than me (I guess they're not kids, huh?) and they have absolutely no idea what they even like doing. The difference between me and I is that I have too many dreams. There's no way everything I want to do will happen. So I try to stick with the ones higher on the list. There are so many options in the world-- so many things you can do! How do people NOT think about it??

    Here is a list of everything I want to do/want to be:


    • I want to fly. Not like, in a plane, as a passenger, "fly." I mean, I want to FLY. Or... soar. Maybe that's a better word.I want to hop into a jet, take off of an Air Craft Carrier, and just leave the world for a while. I want to break the sound barrier-- at least just once. I want to be IN the sky. Like-- in the clouds. And I feel bad for saying this, but I wanna shoot someone down... but only a bad guy. [:
    • I would love to be a teacher. I love kids so much. Like, A LOT. They're my favorite things. They're the most innocent, pure things on Earth. And they need education... I want to help. And I want to teach, inform them, and while I'm at it, be a good witness, and be a good role model. And I just love teaching in general, l love sharing the information I contain with others. I love sharing my ideas!
    • I want to own a book shop, but not just ANY book shop, it'll be a MAGIC one. It'll have the smell of old books, the kinda musty, dusty smell, you know? Everything will be wooden, except for some of the floor, in the center that will be carpet for sitting on and reading. And it'll have a rolling ladder, like in Beauty & the Beast. The windows will be huge, with maroon curtains, and all the shelves will be built-in. And- and the sun will come in on some day (when it's not raining) and you'll see the dust particles in the air, and it'll make you happy. And I'll know everyone by name, and they'll know me, we'll be like buds. There will be a coffee/cookie shop in the back, and the can drink and read! I'll even make a little play area for kids. And there will be both old, like ancient book, and brand new ones!
    • I want to write books, I want to be a writer.
    • I want to be an archeologist, or paleontologist.
    • A momma. (OF COURSE!)
    • I want to be a Pyro-technician, because I love fireworks. :D
    • I want to act & sing; I want to on Broadway.
    • I REALLY WANT TO BE A DANCER. I've always wanted to dance, I've always loved it. And I think I'm kind of good at it.
    • I'd love to be in graphic design, or photography (even though I no where COMPARE to Havilah's skills.)
    • I've wanted to be a Firefighter for a WHILE now... How origional, eh?
    • A journalist/reporter.

    There are about a ton more I can't think of [right now]. I just have a lot of dreams. And
    everyone I meet thinks I'm crazy. And I know I can't do them all... but I wish someone would believe in me, and at least tell me I can do it, even if I can't. I met this one kid once, name Cole. Only met him once, but I told him everything about my dreams. And he told me, "Do it. I think you can," and I've never forgotten him. I wish someone close to me would be more like Cole.

Saturday, 25 October 2008

  • You have NO idea...

    I miss it all so much, everything about it.

    "What do you miss, Petra," you may ask, but if you were here with me, it would be obvious... Yup! It's Autumn. And this, what I'm about to write is why I love my favorite season so dearly.


    Autumn is when Halloween comes; some of my best memories. When all of us would dress so diverse; so different, and so crazy. Walking up and down so many roads... October 31st in Polson, Montana, freezing our butts off! Then, after filling our pillow cases up, we'd go home, and gamble our candy, after eating our favorites, or saving them in our top drawers (which got stolen anyway.)

    And Thanksgiving! Oohhh, Thanksgiving. I remember one year, we ALL ate together-- or at least, I THINK it was all of us. We ate so much. I remember helping cook, and I felt so accomplished. Like, the day I made my first cake was the day I "became a big girl," or something. Oh man, I love food. I remember we all loves the dark meat, and so for days afterward, we'd have to eat the white meat in sandwiches for lunch-- everyday. Hahaha. I miss it. Even that BAD parts.

    Autumn is when the leaves change from plain every-day green, to every shade of red, oranges, yellows, browns, and sometimes even purple and pink! When the sky turns grey, the most lovely thing, but it never seems to rain. The trees become so scary, but so homey and welcoming at the same time.

    When you wake up in the morning and eat oatmeal with brown sugar to warm you up. And then head outside. When it gets just chilly enough for you to wear your favorite jacket, or sweater while you would take a walk, the dead leaves crunching under your feet.

    When walking outside made you hyper with the first breath of air entering your lungs, because it smells like- like winter is coming, and boy is he happy to visit after a year of missing you! When you leave for the day, you get back and your home smells like pumpkin pie, or cinnamon, and it warms your heart, and you just want to cry out of joy, all the time.

    This is the season of love to me. Of joy, of amazement. So many amazing memories. The crunch of leaves, the beautiful colors, the huge grey sky. Seeing your breath for the first time, raking up leaves, and jumping the piles, then raking them up again and putting them in big black plastic bags beside the road, where the garbage men would pick them up in the morning. Our hands as if they were ice, not being able to move them, and going inside to the warm house, and the smell of your mom making hot cocoa, knowing it would be ready in a minuted, any all the work in the world was worth that one moment.

    The first night you actually need the blanket to sleep with, after the hot summer. You know, the little things in life that keep you from giving up all together. Even just snuggling with your sisters in one bed to keep warm. Autumn; It's built up of the most  beautiful and amazing things in the entire world, and even though they may be small, little things here and there, they have you
    smiling constaly.



    Do you understand why I miss it? You would/do miss it too, I'm sure.


Thursday, 23 October 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Vampire Weekend
    By Vampire Weekend
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    I guess I have to welcome myself, huh?

    Well, I got a Xanga account. To tell you about my life, if you'd like to hear about it. I'll throw in some deep ones here and there, maybe. And maybe they'll just be about my odd, and random thoughts. I just hope you enjoy them.



    ...Maybe I'll even write some private one's to myself. Who knows? YOU won't, cause they're be private.

    I'll use this to improve my typing/writing skillz, how about THAT? Deal.

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