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About this blog

Here I'll be posting things that happen to me everyday. This is in hope that other people can relate (and for entertainment of course). I might post about dreams, events, thoughts, ext. 

Hopefully I'll gain some friends out of doing this and just have fun!

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I Have No Idea Anymore

I want to blog right now, I do. I just don't know why or what about. There's so many things going through my head right now and I definitely can't write about all of them. So I'm writing about all of them.  Yeah, yeah, super counterproductive sure. But I won't be too specific. A lot of these things probably seem petty or stupid or just plain you know wanting to punch me in the face for being stressed over this.  I just want to grow up. I want a choice in how my house looks, or what food we buy. And where I can go. I just feel so trapped and I want to grow up. I want to make all the decisions kids are scared to make. I failed my post test in History. I just found out a couple minutes ago that I could have redone it and all the work I missed because I had been really sick the last week of school. But my mom didnt tell me about the email and she said he wanted all final grades in by tomorrow. So now I have like no time left to do anything. And I've never failed a test before not EVER.  GREY'S ANATOMY IS TOO EMOTIONAL AND HAS TOO MANY GOOD LESSONS ABOUT LIFE THAT I KIND STAND HEARING RIGHT NOW I keep finding random things to cry about and my moms wants to play a game as a family. I just can't go downstairs because I'd have to try so hard not to cry. And my dad is gone at a funeral so he can't help me with anything.  I go back to school on Wednesday. I'm not ready to see people EVERYDAY, kids!  The only good thing about next week is dance, but that's only twice a week.  HAHA I like a really good friend of mine and obviously I can't tell him. I REALLY LIKE BEING SINGLE.  I have too many books to read and that probably sounds dumb but I used to read every hour of every day and I just can't now. Reading was my life and I really really miss it. I just can't seem to get myself to read. I'm too distracted and by things so stupid I even want to punch myself. I guess that's life though. Right???  
 

My Only Addiction (besides reading)

As some of you might know, I'm a dancer. I started dancing around seven months ago actually. It doesn't seem long at all, but in that time dance has become my life. In June I stared my first hip hop class, by November I was also starting Contemporary and Lyrical Hip Hop. I soon decided to drop the lyrical hip hop to save money because hip hop mixed with contemporary is essentially lyrical hip hop.  During my last hip hop class before our performance, the owner of the studio came into our class looking for people who would be ready to move up to the next level. About ten or eleven people raised their hand, only four or five were actually ready. It surprised me when my name was called. I also thought it would scare me to move to a different class, yet I'm not. My studio is full of really great people and I honestly think that dancing has expanded my comfort zone by a lot. Some of my friends from my first class are also moving up so I won't be alone! On my first day of class ever, I was that girl in the back corner not talking to anyone. The second class I was dragged to the front row by this kid Kiernan. During the third class, I went to the front row on my own. Kiernan became my go to person, my best friend. Then this girl Abigail started talking to us. SO we became this trio that always took the front row. We had tons of fun. Around two months in, Kiernan had to quit the class. Abigail had been gone on his last day, though. When she came back and he was gone she was like WHAT NOOOO. After that, she kind of drifted away as a friend. As odd as it seems, that was fine with me. I don't think I realized, but I had made friends with the whole class.  I'm a bit sad that I'm moving up and leaving some of my friends behind, but a lot of them go to my school.  Anyways, the point of this blog was to say how much dance has changed my life and also how much I love it and need it. We've been on break for two weeks and I'm actually getting anxious. It feels weird going so long without it. Obviously I dance at home, but I'm all alone or with my mom. It's not the same as in the studio.  Before dance, I had no exercise. I sat around the house reading for hours and hours each day. In elementary I had done soccer. That stopped in middle school because I was too old for our local rec center's league and I wasn't good enough for club. My mom always wanted me to join the track team because I can run really fast. Never did. Basically every person I hated did track. When I told my mom that I wanted to join dance, she was extremely shocked. I had done ballet in kindergarten and hated it. (probably because we had to wear these really gross and "pretty" weird dress tutu things). So I quite. Honestly, I think I would't have quite if we didn't wear those horrible tutus. So my mom had searched for ballet studios. I told her I didn't want to do ballet I wanted to do hip hop... She seemed less surprised now...   In the beginning, my other friend was going to join with me, but she decided to do martial arts instead. I was really nervous that first day because I didn't have her with me. It all turned out great.  Okay this got long so I'll just cut it off right here.  Thanks for reading!    
 

Some Things I've Been Wondering About

So I have been wondering:  Do I really have "quality" blog content? Is what I write interesting to read about?  I see that a lot of people view my content, and a few select users comment. For a blog, are the viewers or ones who comment what I am trying to gain?  I would also like to know what kinds of things you guys would like to hear about in the future. *Comment your answers down below*
 

Happy New Year's Eve!

Hi everyone! HAPPY NEW YEARS  I hope you all have an amazing 2019 and had a great 2018!    My sister's surgery went great. Afterwards she felt a bit of pain but that was expected. She was able to come home tonight for new years! 
 

My Sister is Having Surgery Tomorrow

My sister has acid reflux. That means that acid from her stomach is coming up and burning her vocal cords. In retrospect, she can barely talk and this has been going on for three years. She is a singer. For three years she has not been able to sing, let alone talk normally. At first, the doctors did not know what was wrong with her. A year later we figured it out. Now she has a vocal choach, and many other doctors and appointments she needs to go to. Tomorrow she goes in for a surgery that will change her life around. They will be putting in a magnetic ring in the area where the stomach connects to the throat. This will close the flap to her stomach, ensuring that no more acid comes up to her cords anymore. It’s a simple, noninvasive surgery. That doesn't make it less scary. So I'm hoping she makes it out of this okay and that maybe someday soon I can hear her sing again.

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Why am I still awake right now....

Yes, it's past midnight. No, I don't care.  I oddly feel like crying right now even though I had a pretty good day. I guess I feel stressed with Christmas coming up soon? Today at school we had another "fire". Some dumb kid put his toast in the microwave for five minutes and BOOM. So that got us out of first period. We also had a half day AND an assembly so our classes were super short. I also found out that my favorite teacher was leaving after break and never coming back. It's a really sad story because all the kids hated her except for a select few and I don't really know why. She was a great teacher, a great writer, and one of the only people that has taught me something worth while in their class. She had to explain that the students did NOT get her fired and that she found a new job offer. Probably somewhere very far away. It makes me so upset because even the other teachers didn't like her. That is only because all they hear is what the kids say. Half of it isn't even true. When the news got out, people were crying tears of joy. And I hate it. She was so underrated and deserved a lot more credit than she got. I hope she gets respect from her new students. 

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I Have Good News!!!

The best thing happened to me today! In American History I was doodling a pony on my worksheet and then when I realized we had to turn that paper in I mumbled "Crap, now I have a weird looking horse drawn on my paper". The girl sitting next to me heard. She looked over at my paper and her eyes got so wide.  "It's a My Little Pony!" she said. I kinda looked away like uhhh yeahhh...  Turns out she is also a secret fan of MLP! The whole rest of the class we just talked together about how much we love the show, but also about all the flaws and everything. I just found my new best friend

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Collecting People for a Roleplay

Hey everyone! I've been twantingto start roleplaying for a while but obviously I don't think I'd fit in with the people who have been doing it for a while.  So I decided to search for a group who haven't roleplayed before and we could all start off together. I think this could really help everyone because we would all be learning with eachother and nobody would feel out of place.  Just go ahead and comment if you'd like to be a part of this ! And once we have a set group I will start a PM for all of us to get everything set up.

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The Weird Dream I Had The Other Night

The Weird Dream I Had Last Night There was a party. It was at school, but it wasn’t our school. The room was open with stark white chairs in rows. The walls were grey with green and blue dots on them that were different sizes. On the other side of the room, there was a flight of stairs going down. Next to the chair there was a door leading to other rooms. The room was filled with people in my grade. The party was being supervised by a substitute teacher, yet they weren’t paying much attention to anything going on. Mr. Simpson then walked past the area and went down the stairs. He was oblivious too. At the time, I was sitting in one of the chairs. One of the Henry brothers came up to me and whispered something in my ear. I can’t remember what he said now. Then, I walked through the door that was next to all of the chairs and found myself in a cabin hallway. It was slightly long with doors on either side. Each door was a dark brown wood, with a darker brown frame. There was another set of stairs, going up this time, and on the other side of the stairs was an open space. It held a large grey couch and brown beanbags. There were some older boys playing on an Xbox. I turned away and walked down the hallway. At one of the very last doors, I stopped and went in. Inside I found an area that looked like a small church but on the side of the pews was a small child's table and chairs. Some kids in my writing class were sitting there playing on their DSs. This included Micah, Caden, Brayden, and Jacob. I walked over to them and sat down on one of the small chairs. When I sat, everyone except Brayden got up and left. Then I got up and left. Out in the hallway, I went upstairs. This took me to the main level of my house. A couple of my good friends were there, but I can’t name them. Their faces were familiar yet so different. When I looked down at myself, I realized that I was wearing bright, neon pink underwear under really see through white shorts. I started freaking out and told my friends I needed to go change. All of a sudden I had some black shorts in my hand. Then, I ran downstairs, passing the guys playing Xbox, and to the very last door in the hallway. When I got there, there was a bunch of older girls in line. I shoved past them and ran into the bathroom. The inside of the bathroom was like a public restroom. There was blue-ish-green stalls and toilet paper all over the floor. Every stall was empty. A few girls were in front of the mirror and visibly drunk. I went into the last stall to try and change but before I could, the bathroom turned into a car. All the girls that were in the bathroom at the time were inside the car with me. Through the car window, I could see the police arriving and shooting kids inside other cars. When one got to our car, he opened the drivers side door and found a boy my age sitting there. The cop pulled him out of the car saying, “You don’t belong here,” to the boy. I tried shouting after him that neither did I, but he did not hear me. A few minutes later, but what seemed like forever, the cop came back to the car. He looked inside the backseat window with his pistol raised. Then, he spotted me. He opened the door, dragged me out, and mumbled some words I didn’t catch. The cop dragged me by my shoulder towards an old red, blue, and white bus. It was almost like a skate city bus. The windows were unable to see through or out of though. When the doors opened, he told me, “You’re going in with the athletic ones,” and stepped away. On the bus, there were kids that I knew and some I did not. In the front The back seats were occupied by three girls wearing green and black matching jackets. They all had broken legs. A couple rows up from that, I saw Kaiya sitting all alone. Well, there was people in front and behind her. Just nobody next to her. I walked down the aisle and sat down next to her. More kids started entering the bus. After about two kids came in, my friend Nia walked on the bus. … She had spaghetti on her head… When I asked why, she said someone put it there and she didn’t care to take it off. The bus started moving. We were going down this really steep hill and kept changing lanes. Around halfway down, the bus turned around and started going up the hill. It’s hard to explain, but the roads merged slightly, so that the cars going downhill were now on the right and we were driving on the left hand side. My alarm went off right as we got into a crash.

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Sorry schedule.....(FIRE AT MY SCHOOL)

Well... That schedule did not work at all... I tdon'tthink I can ever follow one. Soo, sorry guys but everything has to be random. (to those imaginary people who read this)  ANYWAYS Today we had a fire at my school. Nobody really knows what happened but everything smells like smoke and we couldn't leave till 20 minutes after school ended! We couldn't even go inside to get our stuff.And it's FRIDAY ! Hopefully everyone's okay. It was the first actual fire that I've ever had at one of my schools.   Also: my dad treats me like and idiot, what do I do??

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My New Blog Schedule

Alright so today I'm going to let you all know when I'll be posting, what times, and which topics on what days. Sundays will be a book review (sorry I didn't get one up yesterday I will next week). Those will be posted at 1:00 PM my time.  Mondays and Fridays are my normal blogs.  That's when I'll be posting about literally anything having to do with myself or the blogs in general. These will be posted at 9:00 PM my time.  On Wednesdays I'll post short story drafts(8:30 PM) and Saturdays I will post the final(8:30 PM).  And it repeats each week. Hopefully I can keep up with my own schedule ! We'll see how it goes.

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Another Short Story: ASITPOAP

A Story in the Perspective of A Pond   The water rippled, disturbed by a smooth stone that bounced upon it. Then the stone sank. It made the water turn over on itself and glide to the edges of the pond. Two small, pale feet were submerged and the creature let out a high pitched screech. It ran out of the water. Another of the same creature, but older, was waiting for it a bit farther away. The water could not reach it, too. Again, another stone hit the water, yet with less grace than the other. The water plunged and bubbled. The small creature screeched again, ran towards the water, and jumped on it. The coverings on the creature grew wet and the long strands of fur on its head tangled. The water danced around, clinging to whatever it could of this unknown creature. The small creature beckoned for the larger one to come to the water. It never came near. The creature swam farther out onto the water. Water tumbled over and over, tugging on the small creature. A call came from the older creature and the younger swam out of the pond. Water dripped from its fur and plopped onto the dry rocks farther up on the edge. The water flowed through the cracks and ran back to the pond. The old creature grabbed the small creature’s hand and led it away from the water. The creatures never returned and the water grew lonely. It was still and silent, a black velvet cloak in the night. The only friends it had were the mosquitoes and frogs, but they weren’t very friendly to the water. For many years, the water sat. It did not dance. It did not play. During the winters it froze, then melted again in the spring, though all year round it was cold. Occasionally, schools of fish swam through the pond. They never stopped to say hello. In the fall, leaves fell from the trees. They glided down with the air to balance on top of the water. Small ripples collided with each other as more leaves fell. Then a smooth stone plunged into the water, creating mini waves that drowned the new fallen leaves. A familiar screech, yet aged. And another. From the male of the species. A third noise. This one higher pitched and wild. For the first time in a while, the water danced. Its only friend had come back. The water swirled in recognition as all three creatures entered the pond. The older ones never left the young one’s side. They held its hand as it swam and squealed. The three pranced about the water; it pranced with them. The sun began to set and the creatures left the pond. Just for the night, the water was still. But each day, the friends returned. They had the best times together. Some days the creatures didn’t come to the pond and the water rushed in worry. Storm clouds brewed overhead. Lightning stuck at nearby trees. Small droplets ruffled the surface of the pond. The youngest creature appeared in the fog. All alone. It wobbled down to the pond’s edge, balancing on the slippery stones. Water lapped over the small creature’s small feet. It shrieked at the cold. The water whisked to the fact it was not alone, but it worried for the small creature. Those big round eyes, full of curiosity. They should not be left alone. The older creatures… Where were they? For a moment, the water was still, despite the storm. The young one grew angry at this. Its small paws splashed the water around. Willing it to play. The water could not resist. It swirled in circles around the creature, sloshing around on rocks and drowning the reeds. More screeches escaped the creature. She was so happy. She did not notice when she was about to step on a uneven, wet rock. She fell into the pond, making a big splash. Again, the water stilled. Not even ripples from the fall showed. The girl sank peacefully; A pink hair ribbon caught on a dead branch the only sign she had been there at all.

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Just Some Stuff

So I know "depressing" things are supposed to be kept in the Life Advice area so go ahead and take this down if you really feel the need. I don't think it's that serious though I just want to share how I'm feeling.   So currently I'm sitting on the floor of my room(which I never really go into anymore cuz I sleep in my sister's bedroom. She moved out) with the lights off, crying and I'm not sure why.  My brother has some friends over and I had an anxiety attack because I can't really deal with it so I went upstairs . I went into my room because I just had this feeling I needed to do something. Like something meaningful and important. All I did was draw a few stupid drawings.  Then I just felt really broken and I started crying . I'm not even really sure why. It just felt like I wanted to do so many things and make a difference but I can't. Like I'm just not good enough. Anyways, I know people have really serious problems and actual reasons to be feelings upset or being depressed , but I feel this way and I don't even think my reasons are good enough. Everything is just not good enough. So I'm guilty for being like this even though I probably shouldn't be... So... That's it.

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SNOW DAY

Today my school got a snow day so I'll be on here a lot I think. This entry might be fairly long (who knows) So I just started playing the MLP CCG again. I used to play a lot but stopped because I didn't have anyone to play with. My siblings could not play very well. So I recently built a new deck. It has DJ-Pon 3 as the Mane Character and the secondary color is generosity. (Yea, I know that isn't a color but if you play the game you'd understand.)I am looking forward to try it out sometime soon, maybe online. It probably is not that good because I have never built a deck like this before. Wellp... I'm super pumped for the new Karate Kid coming out next year with Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan!!! The release date hasn't come out yet but it should soon. Last night I just watched the first one and remembered how much I love it! My friend is coming over to my house today, due to the snow day. We have plans to watch a whole bunch of movies with our celebrity crushes in them. Mine is Thomas Brodie Sangster and hers (well she has a lot but mainly;) is Tom Holland. We always have "fights" about who is better. (TBS is a god)... Now back to the important part!! I really want her to watch the movie Nowhere Boy. It's about John Lennon and Paul McCartney. I seriously recommend. It is rated R though, so beware.  Anyways, guys I hope you all have a Super Amazing day and week! Stay Safe. 

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Short Story: Run

In my writing class we are supposed to write 10 short stories by December 14th. I thought it might be cool to get some other people's feedback on my writing.  So here is my first one:   Run   I ran down the wheat field, stumbling and disoriented by my tear filled eyes. How could I let this happen to you? Weeds scratched my legs and ripped the hem of my daisy colored, knee length dress. I continued to run, fueled by rage, but also love. Nothing would stop me. I would run until my legs fell off if that's what it took to be free again. All of a sudden, my bare foot caught on a rock and I tripped over it. I tried to right myself but my foot did not hold. It slipped on an uneven patch of dirt and I tumbled down the hill screaming. My momentum carried me as far as the single, lightning struck tree inhabiting the farthest end of the field. Right in front of a cliff. Using a branch of the tree, I lifted myself to an upright position. One glance at my foot told me I'd broken it, and badly. My ankle was swollen and purple. My toes were bleeding and crossed at odd angles. So much for running until my legs fell off. I´m sorry August.   As the sun faded, illuminating the wheat and setting it on fire with light, I lay there; my back up against the dead tree. I thought about you. More tears squeezed their way onto my dry cheeks. The pain of my foot disappeared along with the sun, and I forgot. Not you though, never you. It got cold quickly that night. I curled my knees up to my chest, pulling my dress around my scarred legs. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep. I shouldn’t sleep. I didn’t know who was out there searching for me. My stomach growled, echoing in the silence. I tried to remember the last time I had eaten. The night before, I concluded, and even then, all I had was a small slice of dried bread. Funny, for all the wheat around here. For a moment, I cursed myself for not bringing any food with me. No, no, I thought. I didn’t have time. Give yourself a break. When they took you, August, I swore I would get you back. No matter what it took. It was complicated getting past Mother and the Twins, but I finally did it. They were in the garden when it happened. Calista and Karaline were messing with the weed torch behind Mother’s back. She did not, nor did the Twins, notice when the fringe of her skirt caught fire. Then the grass. And then the flowers. When I saw the flames through my bedroom window, I ran. I knew the Combustion Squad would be there soon. It only took a minute, and by then I was two blocks away, hopping a fence labeled Frozen Territory: Do Not Enter For Your Own Safety. The Frozen Territory was said to be a place baren of all life. There were stories of people entering and never coming back. Some said that there was good in the Frozen Territory. Myths of rebellion against Society. I never believed them though; all just child folklore… That is, until that morning when I woke up and you were missing from your crib. I searched the whole house looking for you. You always had been good at hiding. When I couldn’t find you, I went to Mother in tears. I was so scared. I didn’t know where you could have gone. She wrapped her bony arms around me and stroked my thick, blonde hair with her long fingers. ¨ I’m sorry,¨ she had said. I pulled away from her, looking into her deep lifeless eyes. You couldn’t be dead. Then Mother looked away, down the hallway where your room was, “They came for August in the night.” She might have said that she tried to stop them, but I would have known that was a lie. Mother is a scared lady. Fear controls her more than love ever could; not that she loved us. I don’t think she ever did.

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My OC Name: Help

Hey guys! I need some help on choosing a name for my OC, so I have some ideas and just go ahead and comment your favorite! The design will mostly be based on which name is chosen.    Scarlet Mist Marble Mist Moonshadow Peppermint Twist Platinum Breeze Crystal Web Raven Solstice    That's just about it. Also comment if you have any other suggestions! Thanks    

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OMG Grey's Anatomy!

Okay guys so recently I started watching Grey's Anatomy! I'm so obsessed and I don't know why honestly. My friend suggested that I watch it (BTW he's doing fine; the one in the hospital). Ironic cuz like Grey's, but anyways! I think it's a really good show. Currently I'm on episode 12 of seasons 2. I started on Tuesday  If you haven't watched it and are planning to: Don't read the rest, spoilers! If you have watched it you can read haha. If you haven't watched it and aren't planning to: I guess it doesn't really matter. SPOILERS: So I'm gonna rant right now about Dr. Mc Dreamy over here! Alright, I love Derek sooooo much! WAAY MORE THAN I SHOULD! But he makes such stupid decisions sometimes! I have such mixed feelings about him and his wife. I just want him to be with Grey but  that's what the show wants. But also I just hate his wife. I totally understand her though! She loves him but he doesn't love her like that anymore! He loves Grey. He said so himself, so at least he isn't lying to his wife. BUT ALSO WHY DIDN'T HE SIGN THE FREAKING DIVORCE PAPERS!? I also think it's sweet he is still trying to make it work though, I just feel like if he doesn't actually feel that way then he shouldn't lead anyone on.  Sorry my brain is confusing but anyone watching will understand!!!!  Thanks for reading my beautiful rant about Grey's Anatomy! Love y'all. Hope you keep reading and pleaseee comment if you have anything to say!

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BEEN A Long Week!

Hey guys. Sorry it's been a while. (to those nonexistent people who will read this). This week has been pretty busy starting school back up and all. I've just started a photography project where I can take pictures of the kids in my grade and create a slide show for the end of the year! I'm really excited because I basically have a whole period everyday where I can roam around the school without anyone questioning me. So that's fun!! On Tuesday I went to my first contemporary dance class. We had to do leaps and I tripped... It was embarrassing... We also had to lift someone up and spin them around! Definitely not something I was expecting to do on the first day Now today I had my Hip Hop dance class. I've been going to that for around three months now. We are currently working on a choreography for our "Christmas Banquet" at the beginning of December. I feel super confident that my crew will do well. Dancing is definitely my most favorite thing to do! (besides sitting around listening to music and reading).. I used to do ballet but that was like nine years ago.!  Thanks for reading about my week!!! (probably not that entertaining but whatever )

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Friend In Hospital ?! &other

Today my friend told me he was at the hospital. When I asked why he wouldn't say! He said he was fine but then sent me a picture of a 'Critical Care' sticker. I know he wouldn't lie about being in the hospital. I'm just not sure if he is okay or not! Well I'll find out soon I Guess. Besides that I've been worrying about going back to school tomorrow after being on break. I have this art project due but I forgot it in the art room so today I've been working to come up with a new one on the spot (also forgot all week ).  Then later this week I have a band concert that I'm going to be late to because right before I have dance class!  Good thing we can wear costumes to the concert though. So I don't have to dress up in normal band attire. I'm probably gonna wear one of my dad's hockey jerseys and stuff.  Anyways: that's it for my second blog entry! Gonna go eat some pizza now haha.

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First Blog EVER

Hey guys! I've never done a blog before but I decided to try it out. I have always wanted to journal or write about things that  happen to other people. (I do have notebooks and things but I never let people read them). I thought for once I would give it a shot, so here we go: Today's Topic: Parents not accepting their child being a Brony My dad absolutely HATES FiM. Whenever I turn it off he groans or says some snide comment about me watching it. My mom has never really voiced her opinions on it, but if I want to buy any merch she says, “Are you sure THIS is what you want to spend your money on?”. So I can kinda tell they don’t really like it. Therefore I usually watch the show alone and I don’t buy anymore merch. I decided that because IRL I don’t have any people who accept me liking MLP at 14, I would join the Forums. It’s been really great so far and everyone is super nice. Still, it sucks that people don’t accept what you like. My best friends don’t know I still watch the show. When I told one of them, she had this disgusted look on her face but didn’t say anything about it. I don’t know if I should care what they think and stop doing  MLP in secret or if I should continue what I’m doing now. Anyone else feeling this way? Please comment! 

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