Golly I'm a rebel.

So today for the first since the beginning of time, I have no homework. Okay I lied. I have one page of Spanish, but I'll probably fall asleep if I do that. Soooo I'm in study with nothing to do (That's a first). Contemplating what to utulize my time with, suddenly it came to me... I HAVE A BLOG. I remembered I have that hilarious blog that no one reads except me a couple times a year when i remember I have it and then laugh at how funny I am. Wambamthankyouma'amhereIam writing this here post. Brian just walked in. Hi Brian. Gosh I'm creepy. Isn't it weird that ma'am is short for "madam" but everyone just says it like "mam." That didn't make sense. My tooth hurts. If I had a dollar for everything I didn't make sense, orange attatchment disorders. Dude I just rememebered I have to called my madre. Tianna out.

Guiz its summer and i remembered to blog.

Hello interweb. So I was on my Twittah just moments ago and looked at my profile and noticed a link leading here (to my blog). Well I forgot I had that blog and i clicked on it, bringing me here (to my blog). So I decided to read some of my previous posts and proceeded to laugh to myself. Man i'm funny. Then I decided to ya know write another post since my latest ones are all stories and such that I need to do for schoolzies, so here I am..... writing a post... wishing I was watching Pretty Little Liars... like a normal cliched teenaged celebrity crazed girl... which im not... unless it comes to PLL... and Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick).... <3 these dots are annoying even me. What if periods didn't exist? these kind---> .
EW! That would so suck! We'd have to replace them with ^'s. Every sentence would be like "I often tell people they smell of cheese^ I am trendy yet timeless^ I play soccer and no other sports^ I stole that from my cousins Twitter account bio, which he no longer has as his bio^
Yep, this post sucked^

T-Swizzle, my idol... not. but she's cool.

Celebration Essay

by Tianna Zondervan

There are few celebrities more influential that Taylor Swift. Several girls, including myself, look up to her as a musician and as a person with great morals.

The first time I heard of Taylor Swift, about four years ago, my sister was talking about a new CD she’d bought. After uploading it to iTunes, I gave one of the songs a listen. A very relaxed country song flowed out of the speakers. I knew immediately that I liked this girl’s music style, which was ironic, since I’m not a country fan. My sister gave me the CD eventually, and I continued to fall in love with Taylor Swift’s music.

As time went on, Taylor Swift gained popularity. I’d learned more about her attitude towards life as I listened to more of her CDs. Her beliefs were evident in the songs she wrote. One day last year, I watched a documentary of her life. I learned things I’d never known. As a young girl, Taylor was bullied because she had such big ambitions. Despite this, she continued to pursue her dreams of singing.

Taylor was refused by several record companies, but continued until she was finally signed. Taylor teaches me to never give up. Life will knock you down, but you just have to get up and keep going.

Taylor Swift makes such catchy songs. The best part of the songs is the fact that she writes them herself, with the guitar that she taught herself to play. I have such respect for songwriters because it takes a lot to express yourself in a song. She does just that, and her songs are always real. They’re about a range of topics, from love-songs, to sad-songs, to fun melodies. She can write write a song about someone she doesn’t like at all, but manage to keep the song classy and respectful. I admire that.

Taylor Swift expanded her fan-base until she became a household name. She has won several awards, but never expects anything. It’s evident that she’s a sweet girl. She reminds me that even the greatest amount of success does not give you the right to be cocky. Taylor is constantly thanking her fans and all the people that make her success possible.

Another one of my favorite things about Taylor is she has always encouraged girls to be happy with who they are. Confidence is something I think the majority of girls could work on. Taylor is always telling others to take risks, to be true to themselves. Her clothing is always stylish, but modest. Compromising her morals is just not an option for her. She is beautiful, from the inside out.

Taylor Swift is a fantastic person. She has never let the world change her. She knows who she is and sticks to herself. I look up her as a musician and as a creature of God. Her optimism inspires me to be a better musician and a better Christian.

Accents and such.

I have such respect for those who have accents. They're so... how du you say, intriguing  Lets playyyyy Can You Tell What Accents I'm Typing?!

1. Owh Dwallin'! Yo look sow ca-ute! Honey, yo's ado-able. 

2.  Ello, Govnah. Thes one's pre-y easy.

3. I's milkin' the caws the other dai. Them caws is spotted.

4. Ovar my dead boday! I'm sirteen. 

Answers. (read at your own risk.)

3. Dowwwn South

1. Jerseyyy or  Boston

2. British. The annoying kind.

4. That. That's Ra. That's Ra's "accent." from Etiopyah. 

Bet I mixed you up there, with those numbersss!!!!!!!! Woah guys. Sorry about all the excess excessities. sss!!!!!!!!yyy

bbbbbyyyyyyyeeeee!!!!!!! I hate when people type like that incessently.

Tianna out.

&this is my pet cat, Peeve

Pet Peevies. You know, the things that urk you (erk? irk?) deep in the belly. They make you cringe. They may be big, they may be small, but they bug the bugs outta you. I'm going to tell you all the pet peeves in my life, so you can see what a shallow, easily annoyed person I am. And then you'll realize that you agree with my peeves and you are just as shallow. You. You are shallower than the little ocean that couldn't. He. He was just a half-inch-deep flood. Not even big enough to call off school. What? oh. oh yeah. Pet peeves.........

-Lie. You lie to me, you die to me. Not really... but honestly? What is the gain? STOP LYING.
-This one is kinda super shallow, but when girls with super thick hair have their hair at one length, blunt, with no layers.
-wen ppl typ lyk diz n thinc it luks kewl wen rly u luk lky an unedumacated foo. juz cut it owt. sreously.
- When people say redundant things like OVER-EXAGGERATE. No. You OVERreact OR EXAGGAGERATE. You don't over-exaggerate. Golly. Pick one or the other.
-Me: Lindsay got her braces off!
 Julie: Um duh! You didn't know that?
 My thoughts: OBVIOUSLY I KNEW THAT. I JUST TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
-When pretty girls complain about being ugly. Pesses me off. Or skinny girls complain about being fat. That makes anyone bigger than them feel maaaaasive. So to all yall pretty skinnies, stop.
- When peolple say "to be pacific" instead of "specific" or salary instead of celery. Oh, i didn't know you were an ocean who eats your income.
- Black and brown. Golden rule of fashion. Unless it's tan and black, no no no no no.

Oh hey, I'm a persuasive essay.

Persuasive Essay

Tianna Zondervan

    The benefits of drinking beverages in the classroom far outweigh the downfalls. There are so few reasons to ban drinks from the classrooms that one may wonder why the staff felt it a necessity. What gains are there?
    At the very least, students should be allowed to drink water into the classroom. Soda and other beverages are on understandable ground for banishment. Where soda or juice may stain the carpet or create sticky messes, water evaporates, leaving not a speck of color or goop behind.
    Water is cool and refreshing. We have all had moments where we are sitting at our desks and feel ready to pass out from the warm temperature and frustrating circumstances. Water can help battle those uneasy feelings. On those especially stuffy days, I can guarantee everyone in the classroom (including teachers) wants nothing more than an ice-cold drink.
         Even just sipping water can help children remain calm and collected instead of losing their composure and being easily irritated and flustered. It’s a way for students to focus on their studies, rather than daydreaming about being back at home. Teachers argue that water bottles in class create a distraction when really, the contrary is true. Some kids have Attention Deficit Disorder, making it difficult to concentrate. Often they are fiddle around with things and chat with others. Perhaps the water bottle will substitute as not only a source of refreshment, but also something to quietly fiddle with. Some people turn to distracting ways of letting their energy out, such as zipping their zipper up and down a lot, creating lots of sound. The small task of twisting and untwisting the cap of a bottled water can hush a hyper child.
         If worst-case scenario should arise and the students go crazy, squirting water all over the school causing it to flood, there is still a solution. Even if the water seeps into the carpet and causes mold to grow, the school is going to be torn down in a year, anyway. Of course, the possibility of a student water-attack on the building isn’t even a near-likely event.
         With so many positive aspects of water in the class, it should definitely be accepted. Not only should it be allowed, but promoted! Since water is so healthy and refreshing, it ought to be a part of the classroom.      

Book review. ha. books.

Holes Book Review

Tianna Zondervan

Stanley Yelnats the Fourth is a teenage boy with good intentions and a big heart, and is also the main character in Louis Sachar’s fiction novel, Holes. But when he turns up with a pair of stolen, famous, and expensive shoes that were donated to a homeless shelter by a star athlete, Stanley goes to trial for a crime he didn’t commit. When the verdict ends up being that he is guilty, he gets to choose whether to go to jail, or spend 18 months at Camp Greenlake, a boys’ character building camp. Given the choice, he decides to head to camp.

When he arrives at Camp Greenlake, he meets several unexpected challenges. The “lake” is not a lake at all, but a dry sandy plain where a lake used to reside. Instead of swimming and canoeing like he anticipated, he spends his days digging holes in the blistering sun, alongside other troubled teenage boys. For the first few days, Stanley, along with another quiet boy called Zero, is mocked and does not fit in with the other bad boys. Stanley is the only one who can get Zero to talk, and eventually, the two become very close friends. When Stanley gets into a fight with another boy, the juveniles back Stanley up. His campmates soon become his friends, and give him the nickname Caveman, meaning he has officially become one of the boys, as all the others have unusual names in place of their birth names.

As the boys begin to uncover secrets about the desert camp, they discover the camp was once on a lake. The legends says that treasure is buried somewhere in the dried-up lake, and this leads Zero and Stanley to believe that that’s the reason the boys are digging: to find the buried treasure. The two then make it their duty to find out the truth about the camp and it’s supposed treasure, even if it means running away and risking their lives.

Personally, I absolutely loved this book.  It wasn’t hard to identify with Stanley’s emotions. The plot was simple, yet very interesting. It started out so basic, but as the story progressed, several factors contribute to the book. Eventually all of these small stories tie together, composing a phenomenal story of twists and turns. It’s the kind of book you could read a dozen times, because every time, you catch something you never quite understood before. I also liked that the book took place in an unusual setting. The book had such a good theme. Stanley befriends Zero, putting himself at risk of becoming an outcast. It shows that you should not care what anybody thinks. Being a good person is always better than being popular and rude. Stanley inspired me to be brave. He took chances. Zero did too. He didn’t tolerate unfair behavior from anyone, even his camp counselors. He was bullied, but he didn’t let the degrading comments bring him down. Holes was such an excellent read for me. I would recommend it for anyone, any day.

Celebrity Husband? Continued continued.

Ok. I'm at home now so the bell ringing should not interrupt this. CELEBRITY HUSBANd. OOPS. did you notice the lack of that capital "D" ? How about that one? Yeah that's right, there were 2 mechanical errors in that. AnyhowzerMclorokskytizers... Ed Westwick. After watching several seasons of Gossip Girl and falling in love with that mischevious grin, I came to the realization that Ed Westwick must wed. They always tell you, "Don't settle. Never settle for a man that you aren't totally in love with and who doesn't love you back." I realized that any man who is not Ed Westwick just simply would not do. I fell in love with not only his looks (which are smokin hot. I mean, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.) but also with his natural coniving suave. BUT THEN, IFOUND IT  ISN'T NATURAL!!!! "Oh, pity," one may think. No. Here I find out that he's BRITISH!!!!!! EVEN BETTER. OH. MY. FROGS. It just doesn't get much better. Ed Westwick= correct answer. Jenson Ackles will also do for half-credit, as will Ian Harding. And perhaps Josh Duhamel on a good day.
Kbyes. I need to start making some signature sign-off thing, so ya'll know when my post is ovarrrr.

Celebrity Husband?... Continued

Okay so if Ed Westwick is not... oh. That's the bell again. Well, this is awkward...

Alas, A Fictitious Story.

The Disappearance

Tianna Zondervan

The shock of the town was still fresh, maintaining every ounce of its sharp potency. Five days were hardly enough time for Harleigh to grieve the official disappearance of her classmate and best friend. Before Brandy went missing, the biggest news in the small down of Tolasdale was the Roberts’ family painting their house hot pink. Harleigh just wanted to forget. The last thing she needed was a welcome-back and an I’m-so-sorry-for-your-loss parade at school.

       As much as she hated to, Harleigh knew it was time to return. She was lucky that her mom even believed that she “got the flu” after eating some “bad chicken.” She wasn’t a fan of confronting her problems. She preferred to run from them. After snatching a yogurt from the refrigerator and locking her fingers around her backpack, she headed out the door towards her mother’s SUV.
       “Maybe seeing your other friends will be a good thing,” Harleigh’s mother Liza Keasle said, trying to comfort her daugher. Harleigh just brushed her brown, shoulder-length hair aside and stared out the window, ignoring the words she knew were probably true.
       London and Kara greeted Harleigh at the school doors with smiling faces, but Harleigh knew better. She knew that underneath those smiles were hearts sinking at the same pace as her own. But she just smiled half-heartedly and muttered, “Hey. I missed you guys.”
       The day was going fairly well. Kara, London, and Harleigh were sitting together at the lunch table flinging jello at each other with their spoons, when London’s grin faded into a gloomy frown. Kara and Harleigh turned and followed her gaze to the mounted television screen in the corner of the cafeteria.
       The screen flashed red and the girls listened to the sound of a woman’s voice announce, “After five days and several teams searching, teenage Brandy Janowitz is still missing. Investigators claim that there are no major leads at this time. . .”
       “Great. Just when my day starts to turn up, someone’s gotta remind me that Brandy is nowhere to be found,” Kara complained, but Harleigh could see tears welling up in her eyes. The bell rang just as London began to put her arm around Kara. The three dumped their trays and hurried to their lockers.
       “You know she’s dead, right?” The girls turned around to see Trevor, the athletic and popular Junior boy sneering at them. Trevor, the boy Brandy used to date last year until she so harshly and publicly dumped him. “I mean, where do you think she would be? Nobody just up and leaves for days at a time without warning. She totally could have gotten murdered or something,” he said as if he didn’t care in the slightest.

London and Kara stood still, jaws dropped, in sad disbelief. Their gaze shifted from the tall dirty-blonde jock to the usually timid, petite brunette charging after Trevor. Harleigh was raging, and when she reached Trevor, he chuckled to himself. He was caught off guard by a small bony fist smashing into his nose, causing immediate blood to flow from his nostrils. As he layed on the floor, he opened his eyes to Harleigh standing above him, gritting her teeth.

       “She’s not dead,” Harleigh uttered in a calm yet authoritative voice sending Trevor scurrying down the hall, and stumbling as he tried to regain his balance.
       “That was amazing!” London gushed as they raced to P.E. “Where did you learn to throw punches like that?”
      “Harleigh!” a short sophomore girl called. “I heard you broke Trevor’s nose!”
Kara and London exchanged glances. “You’re practically famous!” Kara gushed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay, okay. My fifteen minutes of fame won’t get me out of gym class. Come on,” Harleigh prodded.

All through the hour, Harleigh received praise, high fives, and shocked expressions from students who had hardly acknowledged her existence prior to her popular spat of violence. When the period was over, the class headed to the locker room. Harleigh pulled her gray sweatshirt over her ponytail and tied her left sneaker, then looked around to see her right one was missing. “Has anyone seen my shoe? It’s really bright yellow.”

The only response was the bell ringing once more to alert the students that gym class was over and it was time to move on to the next class. Harleigh sighed as her classmates exited the locker room. Instead of heading towards the door like everyone else, she turned and searched down the hall of showers that nobody used, assuming one of her friends had hidden it as a prank. At the hall’s end, Harleigh almost ran for the door from the stench emitting from the last shower.

“Ugh!” she grimaced. “What’s that awful smell?” she muttered to herself. She followed her nose to the odor’s source: a shower drain. The drain was bigger than most, a fair seven inches in diameter. The smell was so wretched that she could no longer breathe through her nostrils. She pointed her cell phone light into the drain, and peeked in to see what could lie inside. All she saw was a yellow figure she couldn’t quite make out. Thinking that is just might have been her yellow shoe, Harleigh dug her dainty fingers into the grate of the drain, in an attempt to open it. After failing, she searched through her duffle bag until finding an old toothbrush. Jamming it into a hole in the grate, she pressed her weight until the drain popped open. She reached inside but pointed her face in the opposite direction, so her head would create a barrier for the foul odor. Her fingers hooked something solid, so she continued pulling until several long stick-like objects came out of the drain.  

Harleigh immdiately dropped the objects and backed against the cold brick wall, unsure of  how to react to the scene before her. Two human sized bones lay before her, with dozens still left in the drain. Gasping for breath, longing for an explanation to this morbid discovery, Harleigh raced out the door, staggering down the hall.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class, Miss Keasle?” Mr. Pilar questioned, but his expression soon changed after catching a fainting Harleigh. As a passing female teacher took notice, she dashed to the site to help.

“Breath, Harleigh. In. Out. In. Out,” she ordered. “What’s wrong?”

Not capable of describing what she had just seen, Harleigh asked simply, “Could I get a drink of water?”

“Of course. Allow me.” the teacher obliged as she grabbed a ice cold bottled water from the office refrigerator.

“I’ll be fine, really,” Harleigh started after gulping half the bottle. “I was just really warm, that’s all. Can I go back to class?” she pleaded, wanting time to think about what just happened.

“Why don’t you just have a seat in the office for a few minutes. Catch your breath,” the woman suggested as she led Harleigh to one of four red padded chairs.

“Yeah, okay,” Harleigh agreed.

For ten minutes, she sat, processing the events of the last half hour. She reasoned with herself, trying to justify what she saw. It must have been a daydream, she thought. Whose bones would they be, anyway? What should I do? Who do I tell? Her thoughts were cut off by the principle’s door slamming as Trevor exited, smirking mischieviously as always. Harleigh glared as he neared her. He slowed slightly as he passed, until stopping and without facing her, he whispered, “I told you she was dead.” Harleigh narrowed her eyes and glanced at the floor. “Oh, yeah. I believe this belongs to you,” Trevor sneered as her tossed her a small shoe, bright yellow in color.

Harleigh stared. She just gazed at the floor without focusing her eyes on anything in particular. Her mind was racing. Does he know? How? she wondered silently. As a million questions raced through her mind, confusion began to be replaced with fear. Fear of the realization that Trevor was not lying. Brandy really was dead. Fear of the realization that Trevor was dangerous. The realization that Trevor may have very well killed Brandy.

Celebrity Husband?

"If you had to marry a celebrity, who would you marry?"

The answer to this question is just so blatently obvious, it pains me to have to even answer this.


Ed Westwick, of course. Any other answer is incorrect. I know this is an opinion thing, but if your answer is not Ed Westwick, you're wrong. I'm sorry, but he is just better. period. So after watching several seasons of Gossip Girl and each episode and oh that's the bell. I can't finish this in this class time. I'll continue this another day. TaTa. Don't wanna be late. LATER GATOR.

The Wind's Personalities

A Wind’s Personalities

By Tianna Zondervan

Soft

   Sweet

      Silent

It cools the blistering air

   Lightly

It carries the dandelion’s white parachute

It grows

And grows

   Savage

      Strong

         Stinging

It rips the green from the arms of the trees

   Fearless

It throws the ocean waves into a frenzy

It howls

And howls

Until once more it becomes

   Soft

      Sweet

         And silent

Blocks for Creation

Blocks for Creations

    By Tianna Zondervan

Several  Small

             Fun

             Painful

             Bumpy

             Sharp

             Colorful

Blocks in a pile

On the floor

All different Shapes

                   Sizes

                   Shades

Joined

Attached

Combined to create Buildings

                      Boats

                    People

                    Planes

         Trucks

                    Trains

Legos can invent

               anything

Legos can create

                        Everything.

Poems and stuffers.

Sincerely, Tianna.
Goodbye! I started with Goodbye because what if I said "hello" and then I died, and the person I was talking to never got to say goodbye, and neither did I? Deep stuff, I know. I'm just here to let ya'll  (As Tex, my Texan friend from Texas would say) that I gotta be posting poetry and stuffs for English. So enjoy!  Or hate, I don't care. Why do people say that? I do care. Nobody ever "doesn't" care. They be lyin says they otherwise. Golly! Gosh! Goodness! Gracious! My! Don't you just hate it when a sentence doesn't end you octopus.
I'll end with this: Hello.
Dear,
Bloggers <3

I bet i left you confused as a killer whale in the Sahara Desert on a snowy day. What it is. What. It. Is.

One time... at band camp.... JAY KAY. One time, my sister was like, "You would be so bored in jail." and i was all, "Uh, no. I wouldn't." Then we got into an argument and I made a list of all the things you could do in jail. Today, I'm going to share this list with you.

I would draw pictures
make up dances
read books
braid my hair all sorts of fun ways!
plan my escape
write songs
sing songs
play "Would You Rather" with the inmates
learn a new language
make a new language
convert people to hinduism, then ultimately to Christianity.
practice origami
perform the dances I had created previously
Learn how to pole dance. jk. jk the jk. hahahahaha jk.
cure cancer
graffiti
work out/yoga
make my jailbird stripes look goooood


Jail wouldn't faze me. Phaze? Phase? Fase? Faize? Maize? Corn?

BRACE YO SELFZ.

These days, you can see braces virtually anywhere. You walk down the street and people flash a smile and you and their metal mouths hang open for the world to see. They have braces. A bunch. But now, braces have gone beyond the oral common ground that people stand. Braces can now be seen on limbs. Feet. Arms. Legs. Hands. The whole cha-bang. Or sha-bang? Even I, hard as it may seem, before my days of perfection, had a back brace. For a whole year and a half, I suffered. But those days are over. The dog days are gone. the DOG DAYS ARE GOOOoooOOOooone. Woah. Florence and the Machines hacked my account. Sorry bout that.