Dear Cheryl.
I regret having to do this, but as you have not replied to any of my emails or requests via PayPal for the letter half of payment for this design, I am forced to suspend it. This is the only way I can think to get your attention. It has been a month and I really do need you to pay me.
You know my contact information. If you would be so kind as to complete the transaction, I would greatly appreciate it.
Regards,
Olivia.

A Certain Tuesday

On this certain Tuesday dedicated to crushers, admirers, and the hopeless romantics, nearly 80% of our school has gone on a field trip. Great way to show our love, Oak.

Mavericks went to the California Science Center. At least we didn't have to get into pre-assigned groups; we were free to do whatever we wanted to - yet "spinning, running, and eating are permitted" according to Mr. Perry, my science teacher.

My group started off with my gals: Joanna, Jenny, and Winnie. We managed to get through one exhibit before James came. My friends ditched me with him, and his friends tagged along with us. After visiting another two exhibits, my friends merged with James's friends, while we ran away.

The rest of the time was dedicated to visiting exhibits, sitting or standing in various areas of the science center, visiting the gift shop to tinker with toy-ish objects, and eat at McDonald's. At 1:00, the whole Maverick team was told to meet outside to watch an IMAX movie.

How was your Valentine's Day? Hopefully it was more romantic than mine.

a moment.

Lately I've been feeling trapped within the world of Blogger. I'm lacking the words to voice the many thoughts jumbled inside my head. When I blog, it's for the sake of killing time. Through the years, I've come to enjoy and love this world of blogging. I love the fact that I can type away my thoughts, being able to share tidbits of my life. I love this community of friends, other Blog-a-holics relating to your feelings. I've smiled, cried, and been downright serious, enjoying these years of blogging.

I always seem to forget that I have a voice. I have something to say. There are endless thoughts trailing through my mind and aching to flow onto the keyboard, but I always get held back by myself. I'm afraid my writing won't be good enough, that no one would enjoy reading this.

I will not let myself surrender to what-ifs and fears. The keyboard is my pen, the ink seeps through the screen in mini pixils, coloring the screen and scattering posts throughout my blog.

My blog might have died, but my thoughts will always be there.

That's me, still smiling.

Everyday It Will Rain

I like to write. Simple as it is, writing to me isn’t earning fame by writing an epic fantasy story about daring heroes and love triangles. Writing to me is any jumbled tidbit of words that people will appreciate and take into consideration. An inspiring life’s work where the average person can read cuddled up on the couch, a hot cup of tea in one hand and my words in the other, sitting in tranquility. This isn’t however, all about writing to please people. It’s writing because I love writing, and because something is on my heart, and I want that something heard. I love finding myself writing away, my words slowly unraveling where hopefully people will take these colorful sentences and absorb them. I don’t want others to idolize me, but the story I have to share.

Lately, I write and find myself stuck. Either staring at the blinking line on the computer screen or staring at a messy blob of writing, my frozen hand and pencil poised halfway in the air. I feel like every word I type will be too boring, vague, and dull for the average reader to enjoy.

The wind oddly reminds me of water; how it flows endlessly over the earth, an invisible force above us. A gentle breeze soothes us, but a powerful windstorm doesn't. And that is what caused me to sit here and type.

Last night, the wind howled as trashcans and various objects were being tousled by the perilous winds. Debris clattered outside as I laid sweating inside my bed, the comforter bunched up around my ears as I tried to find a way to block out the rain-like sound.

School was canceled, causing my cousin and I to remain indoors with not a considerable amount of things to do.

What would you do on a day like this?

I'm thankful for...

Words don't seem to fabricate in my mind. They don't easily flow out my fingers like tendrils onto the keyboard , creating a lovely post.

Life's been complicated. Every undertaking affects me in some way, and I'm not going to lie, it takes a certain serenity to realize how to be thankful for every bad thing in life. They open my eyes to the good things I never paid attention to before.

Amidst all the pandemonium, there's a lot to be thankful for, despite the passing of Thanksgiving.

Inspired by Hannah Nicole from Aspire, the abc's of thanks list will unequivocally serve as a transcendent way to greet the long Thanksgiving weekend.

Head on over to Finding Joy and share your ABC list of love. What are you thankful for this year?

Happy (late) Thanksgiving!

a happyful return

Sometimes I write to clear away my thoughts and freshen up. But lately I've been feeling quite empty, especially when I pull open Microsoft Word and sit there with a blank page before my eyes while I scan my empty mind for any snippet of inspiration. Blogger is the only place that seems to have a 24/7 opportunity for me to get something out. Words just seem to flow from my brain inevitably to my hands as I type. It's a feeling I will always remember and love.

I've realized that just now as I sit down once again and pull up this page. I've been wanting to start over on this blog for a long time, and I guess it was only because I was impatient. Now that I'm feeling the words slowly form into a message, I apprehend that I was a fool for leaving this blog in the dust.

I am so sorry for leaving this blog unattended to and I'm certain that I'll improve this blog's condition and content.

It's a new night, a new , and just possibly, a new beginning of dreams and nonsensical thoughts.