Josie and the Trivia

This is for anyone who enjoys reading my blog.  Post these list of questions on your blog!

Q: What is your nickname?
A: I have several.  My brother calls me Jojo, Skinnibones, some people at a camp in Virginia would call me Lucky or Lucky Day, and people at school call me Flapjack.

Q: If you could pick your own name, what would it be?
A: Hmm... that's a tough one.  Probably Christine.  It's so pretty.

Q: What's your favorite expression?
A: When life gives you lemons, make apple juice, then sit back, drink it, and watch the world wonder how you did it.  Or if you don't want them in the first place, thow 'em back.

Q: What's your favorite thing about yourself?
A: My voice, my writing abilities, and my random style.

Q: What are you the most proud of on the list of things above?
A: Everything.

Q: Will you draw a self portriat?
A: Later.  When it comes out, I'll have a page for it.

Q: Who is your B.F.F.?
A: I don't care if they say you can only have one.  Mine are Meghan, Cheyenne, and Kasiah.

Q: What is your favorite thing to do with friends?
A: Play music or Rock Band.  Or just chill.

Q: Who have you been friends with the longest?
A: Meghan.  Oh, my gosh!  We go way back!

Q: Where did you meet?
A: Mrs. Shaw's first grade class.  Well, really, in the girl's restroom.

Q: How many years have you been friends?
A: Almost eight years, now!

Q: Who is your newest friend?
A: Probably Bree.  I met her at Rockwall's Got Talent.

Q: Has a friend ever let you down?
A: I don't want to list names, but there was this one girl that showed everyone my diary at school.  It was full of mermaid stuff for a book I was writing and everyone thought I was absolutely nuts.  Now, she's one of my friends, and we have every class together.

Q: Do you believe in love at first sight?
A: Let me put it this way: If it were real, I would have had a boyfriend by now.

Q: Do you have a secret crush?
A: I don't think so....

Q: Where will you be in 5 years?
A: College

Q: What will you be doing?
A: Getting a degree in some sort of music.

Q: How about 20 years?
A: I will be married with adopted kids, living in either New York, LA, or Miami Beach.  I will have a lot of birds and a few dogs.  I will get lots of money from my music and books, and I will be teaching music.

Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: Pshycologist, you know, Lie To Me stuff, or a composer.

Q: How many kids do you hope to have?
A: I don't want to have kids, but I want to adopt three.

Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?
A: Well, I want to go to the Carribeans, New Zealand, France, Australia, Japan, China, Russia, Germany, England, Quebec, and Argentina, just to name a few.

Q: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
A: Probably Miami Beach, Florida.  Or LA.  But I prefer warm water beaches to cold ones.

Q: How would you rank Health, Wealth, and Happiness in order of importance?
A: Happiness first, because if you're healthy, wealthy, and miserable, then you're a huge wreck,  health second, because I'm poor and I'm healthy and happy, and wealth last, because, true, it would be better to not worry about how you're going to pay the bills.

Q: What is your favorite store?
A: I have several!  Hot Topic, Rue 21, Forever 21, Claire's, Justice (I use their dresses as shirts and they work fine!), Sephora, any book store that's non-smoking and has good, new books, and farmers' markets.

Q: When you want to do some serious shopping, do you cruise the mall or cruise the net?
A: Mall, so that way I can get some excersize and not be stuck inside all day.  But if it's something I'm probably not going to find anywhere, I cruise the net.

Q: How many pairs of shoes do you own?
A: Well, let me check! *goes to find shoes* Twelve, including the rollerblades.

Q: If you had to wear only one kind of shoe for the rest of your life, what would you pick?  Flip-flops, sneakers, or high heels?
A: Sneakers, because the other two can't hold my inserts.  Flip-flops would give me blisters in between my toes and hurt during a long walk, and I suck at high heels.

Q: Sketch your dream outfit?
A: No.

Q: America's Next Top Model or Project Runway? 
A: Project Runway, all the way!

Q: Favorite fashion trend?
A: Plaid skirts are cute, leather boots rock, and funny graphic tees are awesome!

Q: Sweatshirt or sweater?
A: Sweater.  Althoug, I think that sweat-er isn't a very good name for it.

Q: Jeans or skirt?
A: I feel so uncomfortable in a skirt!  Jeans, definitely!

Q: How do you usually wear your hair?
A: Usually I just brush it out, find my part, fix my bangs, and leave it alone.

Q: What's in your locker?  Or if you don't have a locker, what's in your backpack?
A: Well, I recently cleaned it out, so there was a pair of socks and an empty bookbag, but now there's the pair of socks and a cow-patterned hat.  Oh, shoot!  I forgot I was supposed to get the hat out before I left school!  Now it's spring break!  Crap!

Q: What's your favorite scary movie?
A: The Woman in Black was fricking creepy!

Q: Funny movie?
A: Arthur.  Best guy ever, even though he's a serious drunk.  "Sometimes I just think funny things!"

Q: Romantic movie?
A: Phantom of the Opera and Love Never Dies.  My mom and I have the hugest disagreement.  She was Team Raoul, and I was Team Erik/Phantom.  I don't know why.  The Phantom's just awesome.

Q: Best movie ever?
A: When Wicked turns into a movie, it will be that.  But for now, Spiderwick.

Q: Best movie based on a book?
A: The Phantom of the Opera, Love Never Dies, Temple Grandin, Bridge to Terabithia, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Spiderwick, Wicked, Hunger Games.

Q: Did you like the book or the movie better?
A: Haven't read the book, haven't read the book, haven't read the books, movie, movie, haven't read all of the books, haven't read the book but based on what people say I say the musical, haven't seen the movie yet.

Q: If they made a movie of your life, who would play you?
A: Sierra McCormick, Abigail Breslin, or Peyton List.  But most likely Abigail.  She is me.  I've loved her since I was six.  As a fan.

Q: Best song of the year?
A: Stronger.  Even though it came out last year, I didn't know until recently.  So, that.

Q: Best song of all time?
A: Suddenly I See by KT Dunstall and/or Beauty Underneath by Ben Lewis and Jack Lyall.

Q: What was your favorite book when you were a kid?
A: Where Did Josie Go?  It was the only book I had ever found with my name in it.

Q: What is currently your favorite book series?
A: The Memories by MEEEE!  I'm just kidding.  The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.

Q: Design a new cover for your favorite book!
A: How 'bout this: I'll design a cover for my book and put it on my drawings page!

Q: What is your favorite school lunch?
A: Spicy chicken sandwich, hot Cheetos, a slushie that isn't cherry-flavored, and Jell-O.  Ooo!  And a cookie!

Q: Grossest school lunch?
A: Spinach wrap, cooked spinach, fried green beans, vanilla milk, and packaged apple slices.

Q: Do you like food fights?
A: I avoid them at all costs.

Q: Chocolate or vanilla?
A: Depends on my mood.

Q: Gummy bears or M&M's?
A: Gummy bears!

Q: Plain pizza or pepperoni?
A: Plain rocks, so I'm going to have to say pepperoni. *pause* Did I confuse you?  I'm kidding.  I love pepperoni.

Q: Mexican or Italian?
A: Both!  As it turns out, I love foreign foods more than American.

Q: Sweet or sour?
A: Again, depends on my mood, but I despise sweet&sour sauce.

Q: Who is your most popular teacher this year?
A: Mrs. Behne, the band director, definitely.  Everybody knows and loves her.  Or Mrs. Page, the theatre teacher.  It's the same with her.

Q: Teacher who gives the most homework?
A: It's a tie between Mr. Kilgore, history, and Mrs. Flores, math.

Q: Coolest teacher?
A: Mrs. Behne, Mrs. Page, and Ms. Carrasco, choir.

Q: Class clown?
A: Samuel is the biggest class clown, well, actually the smallest, yet funniest guy I have ever met!

Q: Braniac?
A: Cheyenne.  She's never gotten less than an A in middle school.  Elementary's a different thing.

Q: Most musical?
A: Kasiah!  She's first chair viola, now recently promoted to first chair second clarinet, AND she plays viola for MSO!

Q: LAST QUESTION!  Who is the future star at you school?
A: Well, to tell you the truth, MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

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Josie and the Super-Sad Sequel

Okay, I have an obsession over musicals.  I think I've said that before.  Alrighty, then.

I decided to use my money to go see Andrew Lloyd Webber's Love Never Dies, a sequel to The Phantom of the Opera and was filmed in Melbourne by NCM Fathom and shown only twice: Febuary 28 and March 7.  I brought all my money just in case the tickets were more than the usual $10.  They were $18.  Each.  I didn't even have enough money to cover both Mom and I, which was my original plan.  So, she decided to let me go by myself.

I got my popcorn and drink and was about to get extra butter, when Mom walked up.  She didn't want me coming out of the movies at 10 at night.  Figures.

When the movie started, there was 30 minutes of introduction: interviews, behind the scenes stuff, the usual.  When the music finally started, it was kind of weird.  There was this one chick who was really short who played one of the people who performed at Coney Island.  Yes.  Coney Isle.

It turned out Meg was not a ballet dancer anymore, but instead a strip tease.  Her career went downhill, huh?

Raoul was portrayed as a bad character.  Instead of that charming vicomte everyone once knew, he was a drunk who had gambled all their money, and the only way to get some money for their family of three is for Christine to sing at Coney Island, which turns out to be set up by the Phantom, but the actor is about as old as her (Thank GOODNESS!), and a bit more darker.

It was good, but really sad.  I didn't see a single person who wasn't crying at the end.  I don't want to spoil the surprise, because, believe it or not, they put ot out on DVD.  So, if you're planning on buying it, beware.

I have to go to school now!  BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Josie and the Love Birds

I should have put the birds in Jared's room or something.  They insist on going to bed at 10 and waking up near 7.  To put them to sleep, you put a cover over them.  I only got 6 hours of sleep!  I couldn't sleep for a while last night!  They're like babies.  You never know what the heck they want.  When I get older, I am making sure I don't have to wake up freakishly early, so my birds will sleep in when I want to.

My eyes are tired.
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Josie and the Speed

As you can see, this is not a very positive post.

I got to Collide at 6 Central Time Zone today, and it was fun at first.  Rekonciled actually came and rapped live with the hip hop dancers before we started!  Oh my gosh!

Just so you don't get confused, Dad is a cute little teddy bear that I bring with me.  My dad gave it too me on Valentine's Day a few years ago, and since he can't (and sometimes doesn't even bother to) come, I have that instead.  He's so cute!  But, just so you don't get confused, when I'm talking about Dad, I mean the bear.  Unless I say otherwise.

We started out with All About Love, which was cool.  Then a quick video came on, and I had to go into a hyper-mode to change.  It turned out my original hippie shirt was inappropriate (Gee, Mom.  You didn't notice the woman in the bikini on both sides of the shirt?), so I just wore my red shirt.  I threw on my beanie and pink shoes and changed into jeans, and then when I came on, Heath was late.  He didn't come on until around "And I got flowers in the spring," so I just sang his part until he came.  If he would just wear the wig we got him, he would be a true Sonny.

After that, I was in SUPER HYPER-MODE!!!!!  I had to:

1. Get offstage
2. Go to the restroom to change
3. Get into my blue dress and black shoes
4. Run across our supersized church to get to my spot for Love Story (we come around the back)
5. Sit for two minutes under a blazing spotlight and sing
6. Get up and do a little dance
7. Get offstage.

Yeah  Continuing!

I had six minutes after that to get into my red shirt and jeans.  I just ditched the shoes.  I figured it was for the best.  It went okay the first time, though it was too slow and I couldn't hear the beatbox, so I just listened to the bass, hoping they could hear them.  Second time, we got so far off, I thought Adam was just going to have us stop.

I had a while until the Everything skit (shown below)

Yeah, so that went well.  I couldn't get a beer bottle, so Lindsey said I could use her water bottle.  I took the label off and used it.  It worked fine.  Brittany wasn't there, so I was a lone drunk.  Hehehehehe.  When the part came where all the people attack the girl (Mary), I grabbed her shirt, and it ripped apart in my hand!  I almost freaked out!  Turns out, that's what was supposed to happen.

Love Train was good, but Ashlynn didn't come on stage.  She got scared.  Let's hope she comes on at the concert!

Adam said we were going to do it again, only without dressing.  So we stayed and extra hour.  I sware, I was about to die of exhaustion!  So, if I end up fainting and not waking up, Mom better sue Adam.

My birds are chirping.  Better go put them to sleep.
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Josie and the Stupid Mouthpiece

My French Horn mouthpiece keeps on knocking off one of my lower brackets.  It's not like I'm doing it on purpose!  But I can't get the braces off until "I stop breaking them"!  Oh.  My.  Gosh.  I am playing the French Horn every single fricking day!  Am I going to die with these on?!
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Josie and the Love Bomb

Okay, I seriously need to pull myself together!  I have five days until the youth choir (Collide) concert, I need to sell more tickets, and I need to buy a lot of things, but on Friday (don't let me forget this!), I need to bring:

• Collide shirt
• Red shirt
• Hippie shirt
• Blue jeans
• Bell bottoms
• Beanie
• Blue dress
• Dress shoes
• Flat iron
• White keds (screw that, they don't fit anymore)
• Better tennis shoes (preferably rainbow converse)
• Makeup set
• Teddy
• Hairbrush
• Camera
• Rubik's Cube
• Toothbrush & toothpaste

What?  You think I'm getting ready for a sleepover?  Of course not!  Now, if I brought this last year, which I needed to bring my PJ's for the girls' song last time, then maybe people would have start to get some ideas....

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Josie Isn't Dead

Just to let you know, I have not died, but here's a little catching up I need to do.

If you love horror movies, bring your favorite teddy bear to the movies, because The Woman in Black is the scariest I've seen!  Even my mom said that!  I was shoving my face into my mom's stomach and covering my ears.  I even screamed at one point.  Beware!  But it does end semi-happy.

I GOT MY UKULELE!  I've been figuring out the chords to my favorite songs: Over the Rainbow, Skyscraper, The Rainbow Connection, The Dog Days are Over, Don't Stop Believin', stuff like that.

I'm keep on hearing this guy that sounds like Josh Groban saying, "Brava," over and over again whenever I get close to the choir room.  It's really creepy.  And when I'm in choir, I hear him coaching me.  I keep on feeling like he's in the big ensemble room, and so I tried to go in there yesterday, and it was locked, but I heard rustling coming from there!  Is this the end?  AUGH!!

I am having a major Phantom of the Opera obsession.  I'm not surprised, though.  For years, I had an obsession over Peter Pan, then Annie, then Wicked, then The Wizard of Oz, then back to Annie, then back to Peter Pan, then Oliver, then Once Upon a Mattress, and now this.  I have to admit, I have a sort of obsession over musicals.  Anyone else find that creepy?

I'm so happy I'm back online!  I need to write!  YAY!

I'm talking to Grandpa!  I haven't in so long!  But he's talking veeerryyy slooooow....  I think I should post this and talk to them.  Bye!
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Josie Gets Grounded

Okay, a lot of you know that I usually post at least once every other day, and I haven't recently.  Well, this is why:

Mom called while I was home alone, watching A Very Potter Musical for the third time and eating two burritos.  She told me to get dressed and do my chores when I was done eating.  45 minutes later, I was still eating and on the computer, but I was dressed, so she grounded me from the computer for two weeks.  But I'm posting from my grandma's house, so I have nothing to do but be on the computer.

I DID NOT DIE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

I just got back from Solo and Ensemble, and I probably got a 1 on both.  Yay!

I saw Kallin in the cafeteria, but Lizbeth never came.  Typical.  So, we did our solos first, and I played Rondeau.  He said that we must have had some good teachers, because everyone from our school did excellent; we got rhythms right, our notes were right, we hardly made any mistakes, we didn't miss slurs, and dynamics were PERFECT!  But for some reason, I couldn't hit my high Fs on my song.  I didn't hurt to hit them, like it used to (you have to have your lips SUPER TIGHT and it hurts!), I just couldn't hit it.

For ensemble, the French horns played Courtly Dance.  Lizbeth had the melody, but since she didn't show up, we had to play without her.  He said it was cool.  I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but I guess we'll find out what we got tomorrow.

We had tests yesterday and today, so we were on block schedule again.  The history test was pretty average, but I finished right before time.  So I probably got the last few questions wrong.  On the math test, almost every question had two or more parts to it, so I was carefully reading each problem.  Band was average.  Science was easy.  Surprisingly.  I mean, Mrs. Lopes can be mean, but she's a pretty good teacher!  Now if I can just remember the difference between optical and celestial....

The next day, I came into theatre knowing we were watching a movie.  Kasiah had told me, who said that we couldn't tell anybody about the movie we were watching unless we were in theatre, too, or Mrs. Page will get fired.  But no one at school reads my blog, so I think I'm safe.  Besides, it's an old movie.  It's an Alfred Hitchcock movie.  I'll give you a hint: it has lovebirds in it.  Give up?  It's The Birds, and I sware, it's pretty good.  My mom said that after I watch it, I'd flinch every time I hear a bird, but it's just cool how they got all those birds to attack children.  English was kind of hard.  I couldn't find the answer I wanted to a lot of questions, so I found the one most like it.  And in choir, I got kind of mad.  Miss Carrasco kept on saying that we were going flat on all our a'capella songs, when we were CLEARLY going a key up.  I even had her checked.  For sightreading, our piece was in the key of F.  By the end of it, we were in F#.  I don't think that's flat.  And she thinks that I'm flat.  I'm never flat.  It's the soprano 2s that are sharp, and the altos can quickly go along with it, but Katie was out, so I was the only soprano 1 and trying to keep them in F.

Does anyone know how to solve a Rubik's cube?  Like, is there a pattern that you can do to solve it?  Miki?  Do you know?
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Josie and Dakota Blue Richards

Just found out about The Secret of Moonacre.  It looks really good, but I found out it has Dakota Blue Richards in it, the same girl from The Golden Compass, a satanic movie.  According to Christian reviewers, this is an okay movie, maybe even Christian.  I cannot find out a lot about it, for some reason.  If it is Christian, I guess this girl will do whatever!  If someone has seen it, will you comment and tell me whether it is or not?  What about you, Miki?  Do you know?
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Josie and the Big Bad Manager

To put it simply, CHEYENNE HAS TAKEN OVER!  I told her that she needs to lay off, because she was controlling everything we do, what name we pick, what music we play, what songs we cover, and what we do.  The worst part was, she made herself lead singer when she can't even sing that good!  It was completely aggrivating, so I told her that she can't do that.  She got a hold of the Book of Tips (which has the band rules in it) and wrote in pen,

8) The manager can fire whoever she (Cheyenne) wants.

Fine.  If we can't vote her off the island, then what if we all quit and made another band without her?  To Cheyenne, I'm sorry, but just because you are manager does not mean you are in charge.  We are one as a whole.  You're out.
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Josie and the Guardian

Apparently both Mom and Dad are trying to impress the guardian.  A guardian is a person that visits both the homes of divorced parents while all the kids are at the house and determines whose is best to live in and why.  Dad has been trying to persuade Jared with toys and things like that, or at least, that's what I've heard recently.  In reality, if he wants the slightest hint of approval, he'll have to throw out the junk that clutters the basement.  I mean, I have some proof that it's not just cluttered, but an absolute MESS!

Now, Mom's trying to fix our home, as well.  She woke me up at 5 this morning, leaving me with 6-7 hours of sleep (ARGH!), made me take a 15 minute shower, I mean, I know, that taking a shower's neccessary, but doesn't she know that me taking a shower before school is an absolute wreck?  At least I persuaded her to let me take one at 9.

I found out why she really wanted me to get bangs: so that way I don't look like a freak when the guardian comes.

I know this part sounds dorky, but I like sitting on the couch with the heating blanket, Mom sitting next to me, and eating dinner while we watch a nice family movie (or at least, a movie both of us like), like The Postman, Temple Grandin, etc.  Mom's thinking about having us eat at the table.

I don't know.  Right now, I don't want change unless it's me, meaning me ALONE, changing MY ways, or Jared coming home.  *sigh*  Maybe something will happen.
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Josie Hates Lucas

What is it with Lucas at our school!  Everyone eats it all the time, they hide it from the teachers, they're so ridiculously addicted to it, and they pass it around if someone doesn't have it.  Personally, I say it tastes like crap.  I tried some today in English.  I like sweet and salty, sour and salty, and sweet and sour, but mixing the three together is ridiculous.  I see at my school that one or two people eat it all the time, but at my school, it's disgustingly addictive and I don't know why!  It's like I go to a school full of potheads!  Everyone's chainsmoking, smoking in general, yadayadayada.

Down with the bloody big L!
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Josie and YouTubers

Okay, so here are my favorite YouTubers, in case some of you were wondering.

• Dave Days (davedays)
• Bethan Mary Leadley (musicalbethan)
• Luke Cutforth (LukeIsNotSexy)
• Christine (teenie989)
• Emma (soccersinger1212)
• LG15 (lonelygirl15)
• AJ (mermaidabbey
• Joshua (thecomputernerd01)
• The Jay Cousins (TheForestWondersShow)
• Lucas Cruikshank (Fred)
• ME!  Or at least soon (DontTryMe7)

WE ARE YOUTUBERS!  AND WE ARE FREAKS!  BUT WE DON'T CARE!
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Josie Saves Bloody Harry

I went to the park today for a walk and to feed the ducks with some stale bread, but when I got there, there was a beat-up duck in the water.  Two other ducks were sitting on top of him, trying to drown him, not to mention scratching at his head with their bills.  The duck underneath him was desperately trying to get out from under them but they wouldn't let them.  It was on and off again every five seconds, usually to change birds.  So, I ran over to the house (which took FOREVER!  Or so it seemed) to get Mom to get some help.  She said that she couldn't do anything, but eventually, I begged long enough that she came to see the duck.  Lucky for him, he had waded over to the side.  Mom could see he was half-way in the water, instead of sitting on top of it.  She picked him up and tried to see if he was okay, but he couldn't fly and couldn't stand that well.  So, he sat in my lap while we tried to take him to Samuell Famrs to see if they could take care of him.  They weren't open, so we took him to Animal Control.  On the way there, he... well... I don't know what he did.  Birds are supposed to have poop nor pee, just sort of a mix, well, he did it in the car.  It was basically disgustingly warm water with a white tint to it.  Well, at least he had is energy back.  He started fluffing his feathers, picking off gunk that was on him while in the water, and cuddled up next to me.  He really liked me.

When we got there, they said that a group of bird people would take him in, and then when he was back to his proper health, they would release him back to the park.  I think.  Or somewhere else.  I named him Bloody Harry because he had this long cut from where the other ducks were biting him, and several spots that were bleeding.  Yay for Harry!
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Josie and the Perfect Song

Whenever I'm making up lyrics as I go while playing random chords on the piano that seem to go, and even when it's a positive and happy song, I get all teary-eyed and it feels like my diaphram started sinking and is pushing on my stomach and my body feels sad, but not actually me.  It's like, when your boyfriend just broke up with you and you just can't stop crying and you have the urge to hug someone or just collapse on your bed which doesn't do you much good because then you just feel like your sinking down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea and all the water is filling up your lungs because aparrently your bedroom is right above the ocean and you're Kitty Pride from X-Men or something like that who can walk through walls and you fell through the floor and into the ocean and finally you can't hold your breath anymore and just inhale and all the water comes into your lungs and by the time you reach the bottom, you're dead, but you go through the ground and to the center of the earth where the heat instantly brings you back to life, but this time you're all cheery and then you wake up and you're in your bed and it's time for school and you're so happy and you have no idea why and all you want to do is sing, and then you end up not getting teary-eyed, but you end up feeling great about yourself.

I love writing music.
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Josie Makes an Estamitation

While writing my book, I realized that the part I am currently writing on, Part 3: Water, was going to be about 100 pages long.  With just that alone, it would be the size of a Junie B. Jones book.  That is why I decided to add the three more parts to it.  If they are around the same length, depending on the size of the text, I might have a book the size of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban!  Just what I wanted!  A nice, thick, interesting book that draws people in and makes the readers want more.

My mom's friend, Matthew Edwards, has written a book.  I kind of sort of reviewed it.  I didn't give a professional review of it, but I was supposed to read it and give feedback.  That was in the seventh grade.  Don't worry, I've finished it long before.  Apparently I was his youngest reader so far.  I told him that the title needed to be something that would catch someone's eye if they passed it in a library (his title was The Sleeper Wakes, same as the name of one of the chapters near the end) and that the beginning was a little slow.  However, it is very good.  He was trying to explain how children don't imagine any more.  They always play video games and watch TV and their imagination is growing dimmer in a way.  It is also a Christian book.  He sent his book off to some big publishers in Disney or something, but they didn't want to publish it.  They said it was too similair to The Chronicles of Narnia.  What?

Narnia is fricking short!  When I read it, the four children had gone to the house, and WHAM!  Lucy is in Narnia!  A little too short.  All the books in one big book was the size of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  Pretty good, but the books are too darn short.  Good message, but make them a little bigger.  I want something I can't read in one day unless I try really hard.  His book was a whopping 435 pages!  Why do I not find that surprising?  Then again, the text was HUGE!  It was in zoom 147%!  That's ridiculous!

Anyway, GO, MR. MATTHEW!  GO!  YOU CAN DO IT!

Now, about finding me a publisher....
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Josie and the False Alarm

Apparently I don't get my braces off until at least after my next appointment.  This sucks.  WHEN AM I GOING TO GET MY RUBIK'S CUBE?!  OR MY BRACES-FREE TEETH?!?!  ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Josie and Some Strange Religions

Okay, I have found out that there are a lot of really weird religions out in the world, and I thought I would talk about a few of them.

• Hymn of One: This was a cover-up for a cult known as The Order.  People who were part of the Hymn of One often lived in communities that were completely moderated and controlled.  They use brainwashing techniques and torture treatments when it is nessecary... however you spell that.  Most of the members are very naive and do not know about The Order.  They recruit people throught their seminars.  They believe in the Eternal Hand, which no one is completely certain about what it is.  All female babies born within the Hymn of One have to have their DNA tested.  Some of them have what is known as Trait Positive Blood and are put in controlled homes.  When the time comes, they are put in a ceremony, but murdered instead.  They have six known holidays: The Day of Eternal Song (April 7), the two Solstices, the two equinoxes, and the solar eclipse.  The FBI revealed them as a cult and disbanned the Hymn of One in 2009 and banned the members from the country in the same year.
• Dragonism: This is the belief that dragons either once existed, do exist, and will exist in the future.  Few people believe in this, as this religion was created on 2008.  Some Christians believe that the serpent in the Garden of Eden might have been an early version of a dragon, and that a dragon with seven heads comes during the end of the world.  Their only known holidays are December 21, The Day of the Final Dragon, and Chinese New Year, whenever the year of the dragon comes into play.
• Jediism: Obviously created by the world's greatest Star Wars fans
• Universe People: Ivo Benda can supposedly telepathically communicate with aliens orbiting around earth, looking for people good enough to transport to another dimension.
• Nuwaubianism: This is a really weird religion.  I'm not even gonna talk about it.  Just look it up.
• Mormonism: I'm sorry, but this religion is so weird.  No offense intended to any Mormons, but what is the purpose of Holy Underwear?  And Polygamy?  It's a sin.  If you would read the Bible once in a while instead of this, you would see that polygamy is a sin.  Also, it says in Revalation that anyone who tries to write another book to the Bible will be cursed.  Think it over.  He was either high, schizophrenic, or ate some funny mushrooms

Yeah, that's all I have!  The other ones were to weird to tell.
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Josie and Project: Transmogrify

Project: Transmogrify is where I use spring break to completely redo myself.  I mean, get my hair dyed blonde and/or get strawberry highlights, contacts, get rid of all my acne, get a better haircut, exercise to get rid of the excess chub, work on my make-up skills, organize my stuff, rearrange my room, get some new clothes, work on my sense of style, stop biting my nails, stuff like that.

Why am I doing this, you ask?  The 8th Grade Dance.  I can gurantee you that if I stay the same as I am now, dishwater blonde or mouse brown hair, cover-up bangs, The Spot, big dorky glasses, got some chub, tons of zits all over my face, a messy binder, a room that hasn't been redone since I was seven (pink and white walls), wearing just what's comfy, no make-up, biting my fingernails, etc.  A lot of people say I look pretty without my glasses and they keep on telling me to work on my looks a little bit more, but I'll do it in a good way.  This will be my first dance, and even if I don't get a date, I can still go with Meghan, Cheyenne, Kasiah, and/or Meagan, the new girl.  She used to be in elementary school with us.  I think.  I honestly forgot.

Or, I could ask one of the comers.  The Comers are the dudes that come to my mom's house to get piano lessons.  I could ask Ben!  But he hasn't come in a while.  I could ask Addison, but he's not a comer, and he goes to the high school.  Christopher, but I hardly know him.  But I would like to get to know him better.  He does seem like a nice guy.  My top canidate is probably Gordy, but also, the guy is supposed to ask the girl, and I wouldn't have the guts to, anyway.  Why is it that every guy at my school think I am a total dork, while the ones that don't think I'm pretty cool?  What's up with that?

Don't let me forget I have until March 10 to March 18 in all to do this, so when the time comes, do me a favor, comment me, and FRICKIN' REMIND ME!!
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Josie and the Happy Braces

I'm supposed to be getting my braces off in Febuary, and later today, I have an ortho appointment!  I hope they take these babies off!  I want my teeth back!  I want to be able to chew on the right side of my mouth without having the thing around my last tooth stab my gum!  Once I get my braces off, I get a prize from this huge room.  A lot of them aren't that good.  I've seen jewelery makers, dry erase boards, stuffed animals, gift cards, footballs, soccer balls, but they have the one thing that I do want:

A RUBIK'S CUBE!  EEEEEE!

Ever since the Rubik's cube rap, it sort of showed me how to solve it, so as soon as I can get my hands on it, it's mine!

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Josie and the New Movies

There are a lot of movies that all you people should watch this year.  I haven't seen them yet, but I'm going to once they come out!

The first one is The Hunger Games.  Of course, almost EVERYBODY is going to see that.  I just can't believe they got a woman who just turned 21 to play 16-year-old Katniss Everdeen.  I'm afraid to find out how old Peeta Mellark's actor is....

If you guys don't know what The Hunger Games are about, or you think it's a "macho man book," let me clear things up.  It focuses around a sixteen-year-old girl, Katniss Everdeen.  They live in what used to be North America.  I'm not sure if it's all North America or just the United States.  Anyway, there was this big war about 80 years ago, and the US was destroyed and Panem was created.  Instead of states, they made 13 districts.  When the districts rebelled against Panem, they were beaten down.  District 13 was destroyed, and all the others were forced to have the Annual Hunger Games.

The Hunger Games are where each child in between the ages of 12 and 18 must put their name in a raffle, then a person from the capitol comes and picks one boy and one girl, and they are to fight to the death in an outdoor arena, where they are broadcasted live all the time on all the televisions, not to mention kill all the other districts' duo.  The twelve year olds only have to put in one, while the thirteens have to put in two, fourteens put in 3, and so on.  But if you want a years worth of grain and oil for your family, you multiply how many "rations" you want (one for each family member at the most) times the number of

I would explain it, but being me, I can't.

Another movie I want to see is Titanic in 3D!  I love Titanic, but I'm not allowed to see any of the nudity.  Mom doesn't want me to get... *shudder* images.  However, Kasiah is allowed to see it.  But she's kind of older than me, and a little more mature.  But honestly, I don't even want Kate Winslet's boobs engraved in my mind.  But that got me to thinking that some people are just going to come to see Kate Winslet's boobs in 3D...  *Shudder* Talk about images.

Kasiah and I promised eachother we would go with one another to see it.

Movie #3 is Star Wars I in 3D.  I figure, if I'm ever going to watch it, why not start with the first one and work my way up?  Besides, I want to see Natalie Portman.

There are lots of movies being remade in 3D: Finding Nemo, Beauty and the Beast, Star Wars I, Titanic, etc.  A little too much, don't you think?

Movie #4 is Breaking Dawn Part 2.  I don't necessarily prefer Kristen Stewart's acting, I mean, she always acted bored or something.  She did good when she was being attacked and stuff, but, hey!  I could have played her!  I mean, my hair's dark and I'm pale (and I live in Texas) and I can act at least 10 times better than her!  I think that's what brought Robert Pattinson down.  Either that or the director.  Although, I don't think I could deal with all that kissiong....

I don't know why, but I just played and sang Colors of the Wind.  Now my left hand's hurting because of having to play an 8ve in every chord.
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Josie and the Stolen Tickets

Does anyone remember how I needed to sell tickets for Collide?  You do the math.

Someone stole 11 tickets!  They're each worth $10 bucks!  I have to admit, it is my fault since I left them under my desk in math, but I found the envelope under my desk today and the tickets were gone!  $110 that could have gone to my mission trip fund!  I have to find them!
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Josie and the Last Post

I'm writing a skit based on a series of Luann comics, but changing it up a lot.  The book that the comics are in is Passion!  Betrayal!  Outrage!  Revenge!  My skit is called The Problems with Andrew Tanner and it's basically about a girl named Nora Talbot instead of Luann DeGroot.  Better name, don't you think?  Here's the synopsis:
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The one thing Nora Talbot wants more than anything is to be asked to the 8^th grade dance by Andrew Tanner, who she’s loved since the 2^nd grade. After her brother accidentally deletes a complete file on the computer dedicated to Andrew, she finds a way to get it back, prints it out, gives it to Andrew for Valentine’s Day, and he loves it.

While waiting for Andrew to ask her to the dance, a nerd at the school, Rolf Liebkin, asks her, but she postpones her answer, in hopes Andrew will ask her. She starts thinking about the possibilities of having a relationship with either one of them.

After a while, Rolf explains he has someone else in mind to take to the dance, but doesn’t say much about her. After putting the puzzle together, Nora realizes he’s going with her best friend, Emily. While arguing, the head cheerleader, Jasmine Clemens, lies to Nora and Emily that she’s going with Andrew, but she eventually explains that "he didn’t exactly ask" her.

3 months later, Nora still hasn’t decided. Emily and Nora’s other best friend, Audrey get into a fight, Audrey saying she should give Rolf a chance, while Emily pushes her to go for her dream. In the middle of their argument, Andrew gets the guts to ask her, and she says yes.

At the dance, Nora has the time of her life, until Jasmine comes up and interrupts their dance, claiming the DJ needs a list of fast music. To get back at her, Andrew ends up kissing Nora.

Meanwhile, Ms. Tablot tries to give Nora some advice and that she shouldn’t limit herself to just Andrew.
After the dance, Nora tries to apologize to Rolf, who says he’s going steady with Emily. She foolishly confronts Emily and says that she should be able to claim Rolf, since they’ve been friends for a while. They end up having a big fight, so there ends up being this big triangle of anger, with Nora being mad at Rolf, him being mad at her, and Emily and Nora being mad at one another. Eventually, Emily gets Rolf to forgive Nora, and everything ends up normal.

Nora, Emily, and Audrey go to the mall and have Audrey explain the whole situation, but she’s not exactly the best since she recently broke up with her boyfriend. Later, Nora realizes that even if she wasn’t with Andrew, she would still have her friends there with her.

Ms. Talbot tells Nora that her friends have two tickets to Romeo + Juliet that they can’t use, but she can’t go because she has to go to a teacher meeting, so Nora asks Andrew if he would like to go with her. When they go, she notices there’s no chemistry whatsoever.

School is out later, and the Summer Dance is coming up, and Nora is trying to give several hints to Andrew, who remains clueless.

After a while, Andrew texts Nora and asks her to meet her at the food court in the mall at noon. When she gets there, he explains that there’s someone else he cares about, but it’s not Jasmine, and if they could just be friends. Emily and Audrey later try to think of all the possibilities. Nora talks to her mom, who gives her some more advice.

Jasmine asks Andrew to the dance, but when he refuses, she is in full outrage. Andrew gives Nora a text that maybe, in the future, they could be together, but not now. Nora realizes that she still has a chance in the big chase.
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Josie is Kerfuzzled

You would not believe my hair today!  I took a shower last night and forgot to brush it out.  So, during school, when it was dry, it looked soft and fluffy, but on the inside it was gnarly and mangled. When I tried to get the tangles out with my fingers, it ruined the look.  Not to mention my bangs wouldn't lay down.  They almost showed The Spot.  So, I brought a hat to school with me to get the bangs to lay down.  ARGH!
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Josie and the Locks that Won't Open

People can be so mean sometimes.  I have to admit, this was partially my fault, but still.

In band, I was getting my French Horn from the band lockers after school to take home, and I usually leave the lock unlocked so that it's easier to get out, and then I lock it while school's out.

Apparently someone had switched my lock with someone else, and then relocked it.  Nothing was taken, but why would someone do it?  It's just so rude!  Like I said, it was partially my fault, but I can't help it if I have an impatient grandmother?

I have the CD for Collide.  As far as I'm aware the tracks are:

1. Love Story by Taylor Swift
2. The Boys' Flashlight Song (don't know what it's called)
3. Use Somebody by Kings of Leon (a skit)
4. Everything by Lighthouse (my skit)
5. Baby by Eleventh Hour
6. Baby (the a'capella version) on piano
7. An instrumental for something, but I don't know what it is.  I recognize it, but since it doesn't have someone singing with it, I don't know.
8. For some reason, the exact same as #7
9. I Got You Babe by Sonny and Cher
10. The instrumental to I Got You Babe

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Josie and the GOOD Reason

I am so happy now.  I now realize that God did not want me in region choir because I had more important things to do.  I have four big parts in our church youth choir concert.  It's not youth choir, it's Collide.  That's the official term.  We're colliding with the rest of the world and one of them has to be taken over.  We're most likely going to change the world, not the other way around.  Anyway, my parts are:

1. Playing a drunkie in a skit.  But I already said that.  If you want to see it, search up "Everything Skit" on YouTube.
2. Dancing a kind of medival dance with Sarah in the "Girls' Only" song, Love Story by Taylor Swift
3. Singing "I Got You Babe" with Heath which is gonna be kinda awkward considering that I think of him as kind of sort of a dude who's a friend, but we're not like really close.  It's making me feel so awkward that I just said "kinda sorta" and "like" in the wrong places.  Eeekers.
4. A huge solo in the a'capella version of Baby by Justin Bieber.  Then again, I already said that, too.

I feel so special!  And with region, you can't spread the Word of God there, can you?  I mean, usually you sing Latin songs that have "Gloria in excelsis Deo" or you sing a song about jumping on the train to heaven, but no one ever means it.  They just choose it to make the Christians happy.  Hardly anyone in the choirs mean it.

Here, it means something.

I'm serious.

We're gonna make a major impression on people.
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Josie and the Mall

Aunt Leah is taking Logan out to eat on Friday instead.  We can't afford it, and Mom doesn't get paid before then, so since we're not having a party, I CAN GO TO THE MALL!   EEEEEEEEE!!!
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Josie and the Year of the Dragon

Apparently Cheyenne's right.  It's not my year.

Cheyenne's belief is in the Chinese horoscope.  I was born in the Year of the Tiger apparently, and ever since Chinese New Year (it is now the year of a dragon), I've had not-so-good and bad things happen to me.

I didn't get into All-Region Choir.

Last year I got into the Honor Choir.  5th chair.  As a 7th grader.

I didn't even get into the concert choir.

On top of that, I can't go to the mall with Kasiah today because my cousin, Logan, is having his 15th birthday party today at Grandma's and youth choir is at 3 PM instead of 5.  And the mall closes early on Sunday's.

Not my year.
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Josie Translated

For those people that don't know what I mean by certain things, here you go.

Kerfuzzled - when you're having a bad hairday.  "I'm all kerfuzzled; my hair won't lay down!"

Weenies - Army men who can't do jumping jacks.
MSO - the city symphony orchestra
Wait a second!  Wait a hot second! - pretty explanitory
Oh, my Rowling - To use when talking about Harry Potter
Oh, my Gods - to use when talking about gods of any religon
Oh, my God - never to use
Bible - the thing that Christians read at church
Dragonism - A belief that Dragons used to exist sometime before
Phrasing - How long you have to perform music without breathing
Transmogrify - to transform
Estamitation - another word for an estimate
HNBT - Her New Boyfriend Trevor
The Spot - Where Blake and I meet and where I first told him I like him
Sleeping Hillbilly - Blake's nickname
Houston Astrodome - The awkward lovey-dovey topic of proposal, engagement, and marraige

Dang it, I can't think of more!

If you find I word that I say that you don't know, leave it in the comments, and I'll put it in a blog.  Thanks!
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Josie and the Harp Lessons

My mom said that when all this custody thing is over with my brother, she might get me harp lessons.

You know Kasiah?  She's in the city's Symphony Orchestra (MSO for short).  She plays viola there, her friend Gabriel plays cello, and her friend Ariana plays violin.  They have two harpists and my mom thought about getting me harp lessons after Jared's custody thing is done.

Let me explain something about that.

My parents are divorced (then again, almost everybody's is) and my dad tried to file custody of Jared, my little brother, and I.  He won custody of Jared.  Now, my mom's trying to get him back.  He's been gone for two years and a month now.

Yeah, so we're all waiting for the day when we don't have to be penny-pinchers and can go out when we want and can do all these things.  Here's a list of some things I want to do:

• Facebook
• YouTube
• Harp lessons
• HATS GALORE!!
• Fix the fence so that it's higher up
• A PUPPY!

Yeah.  I'm nuts.

It would be cool to learn how to play harp (desperately trying to stay on topic here!) because it is THE hardest instrument in the world, the second being the keyboard/piano/harpsichord/organ.

If I could play any instruments I want to, I would play:

• Piano
• Organ
• Harp
• French Horn
• Guitar
• Ukulele
• Bass Guitar
• Bass Clarinet
• Clarinet
• Alto Saxaphone
• Viola

Just to name a few.  Like it says in my profile, I would love to be a band director and compose music!  It runs through my veins!  Right now, there's a treble clef zooming around my body in my blood!  Kinda disgusting to think about.
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Josie Gets Bangs

Does anyone remember me talking about my bald spot?  Well, my mom got me bangs to cover it.  I don't mean like Justin Bieber bangs, I mean like Mermaid Abbey bangs.  Well, here's a picture.

Yeah.  My hair looks like that in a darker shade.  The bangs are surprisingly kinda a pain.  They hover right over my eyes, nudging the edge of my eyelid.  And, since I have a bald spot, the bangs are uneven.  I mean, it's cute, but I don't see it on me.  At least it covers the Spot.

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Josie Sucked

I did!

Everything went smoothly until the audition.  First, I sang A New Day and used up most of my energy on that.  I did use good enunciation and consonants, but on Lullaby Moon, the song I worked SO hard to get the phrasing right, I ran out of breath!  And for the sightreading?  It was easy.  But I definitely got disqualified for singing when I was supposed to practice.  I think if I sang, I was disqualified!  I sang!  I'm not gonna make it.
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Josie and Region Choir

Okay, I'm a little nervous, but writing always calms me down.  Why, do you ask?  I have region choir auditions at 1.  Why am I nervous about this?  Well....


1) I'm aiming to get first chair Soprano 1
2) I'm afraid I won't take a big breath before the big phrase and run out of breath, having it count against my grading
3) I might forget the dynamics.
4) I have an awkward bald spot that everybody can see clearly.


Okay, let me explain that last one.


In case you didn't know, I have the largest cowlick I have ever seen right splat center in the middle of my head, preventing me to have cute bangs.  Not swoop bangs like Justin Bieber (but I still can't have those), but the ones that go right above your eyebrow.


Cowlicks are really uncomfortable in the wrong position, and they're ALWAYS in the wrong position.  So, I thought it was just a hair that needed to be dealt with.  So I pulled out a few of the hairs, the ones that seemed to hurt.


Then I had a huge bald spot.


In no time, the hair started to grow back.  It kept on hurting, and it became a mannerism, so I ended up pulling more hairs out.  Now I have short stubby hairs in front, not hair further back, and then my for-real hair further back.  Mom said that a guardian is coming to do a home study and she didn't want a daughter looking like a mental retard with half her hair out.  Thanks, Mom.  No sarcasm!  She scared me so bad that I've stopped!  Yay!


But yeah.  I'm gonna have to wear my panda hat to cover.


Last night, I saw the high school's production of "Oliver!".  The guy that played Oliver was a freshman.  He was at my middle school last year and got into the state choir.  He's not the best actor, but he sounds like an angel!  I sware!


The guy that played The Artful Dodger was pretty good, although he had too low of a voice for my taste.


Fagin... WAS HILARIOUS!  EXTREMELY GOOD ACTING, SINGING, DANCING, COMEDY, ALL OF THAT!


Nancy had THE best voice I have ever seen at this high school!  She was good at acting, and one of the best high school belters ever!


Bill Sykes was a total bully!  But brilliant, either way!


After the play, Kasiah's mom invited me to go eat with them, and I had caramel hot chocolate and onion rings at iHop with Kasiah's family.  On them.  They are the nicest family EVER!


Anyway, wish me luck at Region!
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Josie and the New Look

I figured the place needed some... poof. I don't know.  I can't think of a word!

So...?  How does it look?

Josie is Determined

I have All-Region Choir Auditions tomorrow!  EEEEEE!


I'm kind of nervous about this one song, "Lullaby Moon" that has incredibly long phrasing.  Especially on the last verse of the cut.  You have to sing 8 measures in an extremely slow song in 3/4 time plus a 1 beat pick-up.  In case you don't know music, it's about 20 seconds long, not to mention having good air, support, vowels, consonants, dynamics, etc.


Last year, I got into region choir as a seventh grader.  I either got 5th, 6th, or 7th chair soprano 1 in the most musically talented region in the nation (we would be the best in the world, if Europe didn't kick our butts)!  This year, I want to get first chair.  Last year, the first chair over everyone was a dude, and he got to sing a good solo, but no one could understand what he was saying.  He sounded like a soprano, and he had a really good voice, but again, no one could understand him.  The first chairs of all the parts got to sing in a group in the same song.  It was the song where the people are smushed onto the risors to sing a song with everybody.  I WANT THAT SOLO!!


I'm going to try a dangerous feat.  I am going to play the movie version of Think of Me from the Phantom of the Opera on the French Horn.  IN ITS ORIGINAL KEY!  Wish me luck!

Josie and Hazel Houdini

Hazel is my neighbor's chiuaua mix thingy.  She's always escaping from her house and my mom and I are always afraid she'll get hit by a car.  That's why we call her Hazel Houdini.  She jumps over the fence, which is basically plastic, and runs around the neighborhood until someone finds her and brings her back.


Meghan's mom was dropping me off at home, and she ran up to me.  I'm not allowed to leave the house when I'm home alone, so I brought her in.  I crumpled up some crackers and put them in a bowl, and then I got another bowl and filled it with water.  I don't know why, but she responds to Chica more than Hazel.


Hazel has been been restless, never sitting down for more than a minute.  I'm afraid that if I scratch her tummy, it'll hurt, because she got spaed about two weeks ago at the most.


Either way, she's cheered up my day.  It's been raining cats and Hazel since last night, and this morning, my journals for school fell in the flowing puddle by the curb.  You know, where the water gathers up and creeps downhill?  But it was huge.  My song-writing journal is falling apart as it is, some of my science notebook pages bled a little bit, my composition notebook for English is very bendable now, compared to its unyielding self, my journal of tips fell into the wet grass, so its not completely ruined, but the tickets I was selling for the church youth choir concert got partially wet.


On top of that, my allergies are acting up again.  Either that, or it's the cold.  If it is, I better rest my voice for All-Region choir auditions are this Saturday.


Also, Corrine's oldest dog, Petey, died last night.  He was a good dog.


The worst thing that's happened is that I left my packet of tickets in 3rd period math.  I hope somebody saw it and thought it was something boring.  It's in a plain, manilla folder.  But if I did lose them, then I owe the church $100 bucks.  I'm broke.  You do the math.


I can ask Dr. Barrett, the chess coach/counselor/anouncements regulator if he can say on the anouncements if anyone has found a manilla folder with the word Collide, my name, and 10 dollars/tickets on it to return it to the office or me at once.  If I did lose them, I could sure use $200 bucks.  The first 100 to pay off the tickets, and the rest to buy the ukulele I've been wanting since forever.  Mom said she'd buy it as soon as she gets her income tax thingy.


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That was Hazel's typing!  I'm so proud of her!

Josie and Miki

You're my first member/follower/whatever thingy!  Thank you SOO much!


My mom, however, is being protective and not letting me chat with anybody, because she thinks that someone's stalking me and they're gonna find out where I live and kidnap me and rape me and murder me.  But here's what I found out.  The chance of a minor being kidnapped by a stranger is 1 in 560.  That means I am more likely to be autistic than to be kidnapped.  The chances of being autistic are 1 in 150.  So that means, at the high school I feed into, about five kids are bound to be kidnapped, and about eighteen kids are autistic.  Mom said "Don't be one of the five."  I mean, come on!  It's not like there's something wrong with me that the government could find out or someone trying to kill me, right?


Or is there?  Mom did say that I was different.


DUH DUH DAAHHH!

Josie and the Better Bieber

Okay, I'm not sure if I posted this earlier, but I was in a youth choir at my church.  This year, it's a little different: they added all these different things.  Drama, skateboarding, stomp, singing, hip hop, a'capella, stuff like that.  Our concert is in six weeks.  I got sick to my stomach thinking about how we hardly got anything done last semester, but I was wrong.  We got a LOT done.  Especially in the A'Capella group, or "Sing Off."


On the actual show Sing Off, there was a group called Eleventh Hour.  Adam, the director, called up the arranger for them and got the actual Baby music.  You know, Baby by Justin Bieber?  Turns out it was written by him.


Anyway, so I ended up getting this HUGE solo where I sing the first verse.  This other girl, Charity, she got the second verse, and then the other parts we sing together.  We've gotten a lot of stuff done!  This is gonna be a hit!

Josie and the Funny Emoticons

I know that I said that I don't put emoticons in serious writing, but this had to be done!  They're hilarious!


_/\_\o/_ (shark attack)
_/\_*\o/*_ (cheerleader shark attack)
:-.)B (Marylin Monroe)
7:^) (Ronald Reagan)
=:o) (Bill Clinton)
*<|:-) (Santa Claus)
//o-o\\ (John Lennon)
5:-) (Elvis Presley)
~(_8^(I) (Homer Simpson)
@@@@@=) (Marge Simpson)
:-###.. (Sick)
%-) (Drunk)
%-###.. (Extremely drunk)
8:)] (Crazy frog)
8:)]~~~* (Crazy frog eating a fly)
(:3= (Walrus)
o<:0) (Clown)
8-B (Nerd)
\m/[(>.<)]\m/ (rocking out to headphones)
..V,(^_^) (Peace)
f(O_o)f (zombie attack)
(=^;^=) (cat)
( '}{' ) (kissing)
3:(:)) (cow)
:]~~~* (frog eating a fly)
=8-0 (someone who saw a vampire)
<|:~. (witch)
do<-<[: (skateboard kid)
~)))'> (armadillo)
><(((0*> (fish)
..._(:)-0 (scuba diver)
(:-P) (rasberry)
})i({ (butterfly)
<:::::::|==0 (sword)
(:::():::) (band-aid)
(_(_) (a butt.  What else?)
>:(~ (THERE'S the vampire!)
~~)_)~~ (toilet paper)


That's a lot, isn't that?

Josie and the No-Good Blogs

Does anyone know a good blog that somewhat like mine?  I mean, I hit the "Next Blog ->" button a dozen times and found nothing.  Well, there was this one Asian chick, and she seemed good, but I couldn't find her first blog.  I always like to start at the beginning.  Which is tedious if you're trying to watch all the lonelygirl15 videos in order.  Speaking of which....

I'm curious.  How do you react if a person likes the video?  I mean, it could mean they liked the plot, or it could mean that they enjoy watching that dude die.  I mean, the possibilities are endless!


Anyway... my stomach hurts after eating too many sugar foods.  Let's think back.  I had (in order):

• A chunck of white macadamia nut cookie dough
• Chilli
• Three s'mores cups
• Two cups of extremely sugary tea
• The SWEETEST brownie in the world with vanilla ice cream on top
• Chicken
• Tortillas from Taco Cabana in cold hot sauce
• The rest of the Jell-o
• One-and-a-half bowls of pudding

Maybe I should stop eating like this....

Josie and the Stalkers

Overall, I have had 49 views in the US, 39 in Russia, 2 in the UK, 7 in Malaysia, and 9 from Germany!  I'm famous!  EEE!!!


Mom thinks it's kinda creepy that I have a lot of fans, but I just tell her, "What's not to like?"  Ha ha, I'm hilarious!


But seriously.  Thank you, stalkers!


Ten points to Josie for being on a roll!

Josie and Chapter Zero

Okay, so the book is called "The Memories" and it's the first book in a series of about, (counts) SEVEN books, from the summer in between 6th and 7th grade, then 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and finally, 12th grade.  Yeah, I know, right?

Anyway, this is the first "chapter" of my book.  Here it is!

Chapter Zero
The Man With the Looking Glass
Fourteen years ago....Damon Vampir stared into the mirror, taking a peek into the future while of his old age. He wanted the next generation to see what was coming. The next generation, the next Dark Demon. But this one would be a part of the stuck-up water cities, with all their strange styles, their strange culture, their ways were strange.

Damon was sitting on a rock, looking into a wide mirror, almost a full-size television. He sighed and stood up. "Show me the reincarnation," he commanded the mirror. He was busy viewing a terrorist attack that would happen in 4 years. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the scene. Damon never thought of looking at the reincarnation of himself.

Before him appeared a mere teenage girl, looking fragile and delicate, standing in front of a class, giving an oral report. She had a light British accent, long, straight, platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a fair complexion, not to mention her incredible height.

Aloud, she read, "The Memories: who are they?" Damon sat forward in his seat, intrigued. He recalled hearing the prophecy of the Memories, but never became particularly interested in it. Now, he could finally learn more. "They are a male and a female from each of the four countries, air: vampires, water: mermaids, earth: werewolves, and fire: dragons." He could see that there were eight children in the room, paying close attention to her, that seemed to be shocked at her story. "In the Memories Prophecy, they were destined to bring peace to their countries and the humans as well, but they failed in the process, and a mysterious, yet tragically beautiful friend of theirs, the Dark Demon, killed them all, and with the help of a merfolk king, Neptune, ruled the five countries: vampires, mermaids, werewolves, dragons, and, most importantly, humans, who they killed off, as they were an abomination to the rest of the countries." At that moment, the eight students from before sprang up and shouted at the girl. The teacher behind the desk chuckled, then slowly applauded. "Very good, Miss Demon. Very good." The teacher tipped over his glass of water, then, using powers, increased the amount of water he had, and flung it at one of the girls, who blocked it with her own powers.

"THAT’S ENOUGH!" Damon shouted. He couldn’t believe his future self would be a simple teenage girl. Stunned, he sprang up out from under the ground his home lay in, and flew about the forest, still in his natural form. When he sprouted out beyond the canopy of pine trees, he could feel the burning heat of his sun. He sprawled his hands out in front of him, and he could see that they were slowly fading to ash. He could even see that his nose had crumpled away, leaving a simple black spot of where it used to be. He crash landed into the forest, desperately trying to get to safety. He was stunned; vampires weren’t supposed to burn up in sunlight. At least, not the real kind. They just didn’t like bright light.

His arms slowly began to weather away as the wind blew and carried it to somewhere unknown. Suddenly, he legs crumpled beneath him, and he fell face forward onto the ground. As he rolled over, he cried, for he was dying. The remains of him slowly turned into ash and eroded away in the wind, and as he gasped for air, he realized that he would be born again a teenage girl. And then he really began to cry.

He he, hilarious, right?  It's the chapter before the first part.  That's why I called it Chapter Zero.  Very creative.

Hey, do you guys think that I should audition for Rockwall's Got Talent next year or move onto something more serious?  I mean, I sang a depressing song about break-up, maybe I should do something a little more upbeat.  That might help.

Okay, I am BEGGING you guys to do this!  If you could PLEASE leave a comment, do so!  You don't even have to have an account, you just type in what you want me to call you or whatever.  I need to know that there are some people who are interested in what I have to say!  PLEASE!  I AM ON MY KNEES!  I'M DESPERATE!  WHAT MORE EVIDENCE COULD YOU NEED?!

Josie and Her Jar of Hearts

Okay, I totally forgot to say that I auditioned for "Rockwall's Got Talent" last Sunday.  At the audition, I sang and played "Jar of Hearts" on the piano.  I was shaking so bad, I messed up in several spots, and I went over my time limit, deducting 10 points.  30 people in 100 auditions made it to the semi-finals.  I was one of them.  So, you had to play the same song you auditioned with, and I had to cut it a little.  I wasn't shaking so badly this time, but my mom said that I needed to look up and add emotion to it.  And I didn't crack on the high C!


There were several auditions, and a lot of them weren't good.  They had a mother and her six-year-old daughter bellydance, a Swan Lake dancer, a brilliant sign language person who had so much flowing emotion apparently, the contestants couldn't watch.  But a lot of the singers, like a cutesy duo singing Dynamite in the style of China Ann McClain, were off-key, or so it seemed, and were always behind the music, and you could tell they heard it.  I mean, I was right after them, and I was off-stage, but I could hear it just fine.


So, after 30 people had gone, they chose the top 20.  I was not one of them.  SAD FACE!!!!  I would put a little frowny face emoticon here, but I'm a serious writer.  There are no emoticons in serious writing.


Anyway, they chose the top 20, leaving the bottom 10 to suffer in the cold.  They chose the Dynamite Duo.  Why, you may ask?  Probably because of the "cute factor," not to mention they brought a lot of people.  Which probably means that I'm going to slap Meghan for delibrately not coming.  Just kidding!  But I'm serious, my best friend in the entire world had to stay at school until 5:00, and she wanted to relax at home.  HELLO!  Anyway, so the only people that came to see me were Mom and Sherry.  DOUBLE SAD FACE!!!!


Yeah, so no roses, either.  I can't blame Mom, though.  She just got me roses for region band.  Which, by the way, when AH-MA-ZING!  At least I get the video put on YouTube.  If you have the time, search it up.  It's "Josie Singing Jar of Hearts" probably.  This would be the first real singing video I will put on.  The other one was my "annoying singing" below.

Yeah.  Impressive, huh?  So far, there's been one comment that wasn't mine.  I don't blame them.  I mean, come on!  Either people just think I'm deformed, or they've heard it before.  But that last note is a milestone for me!  FRICKING HIGH F#!  And I went SHARP at the end!  Then again, I was being completely retarded.  Tee hee!


Yeah, so when the video does get online, you get honest answers.  Of course, everyone you know is going to say you sound great, and sometimes select judges aren't the best people, but the people that truly know what is and isn't good are not afraid to say so.  I mean, look at Rebecca Black!


So, as soon as the video is put up, I will post it so that you may all enjoy it!  Toodles!

Josie is "Different"

In case any of you older people recognize this, it's that old movie Pufnstuf.  Does anyone else notice the Nazi mouse?


Anyway, I'm not here to talk about dragons or magic flutes that talk and have the completely wrong shape.


Confession: I have no idea how to straighten my own hair.  My mom does, however, and yet her hair is ridiculous when straightened.  So, I'll sit in front of her on the couch and she straightens my hair before school.  We were watching I Am Number Four and we came to the part where John was having a "scar attack" as I like to put it.  When one of the other aliens dies, the others get a scar that starts to glow as the dead one's symbol, and he was trying to get onto the shore of the beach.  There was one girl there that was with him and ran away saying "He's some kinda freak!"  I told Mom that I would go and help him, see what's going on and if he's hurt.  Guess what Mom said?


"That's because you're different."

Excuse me?  What did she mean?  I mean, she didn't say it like I was a pest or anything, but I just thought that was kind of weird.  Then she changed it right after she said it to "That's because you're kinder."  I have to admit, I'm a lot more nicer than some people.  But that was just kind of weird.  Why did she say "different?"  What did she mean by "different?"  I mean, she doesn't talk like that.  She'd say "kinder" if she meant kinder.  Is she hiding something from me? (psst!  play the video below to get the real feel)

Yeah.  The Shower Scene theme.  MWAHAHAHAHA!  I tried to find the one where all the fish in Finding Nemo scream "DARLA!" but the only one there was, well, it was one of those videos where they record their TV or computer with their camera.  Crappy quality.

Any ideas?

Josie and Certain Neighbors

Guess what got a leak yesterday?  Our water heater.  It sprung a leak while my mom's friend, Sherry, was over fixing me up for a talent contest.  Then it sprung a leak and we had to get our neighbor, Matt, over to help us fix it.  Bad mistake.  He has people begging on their knees for his help.  Which he likes.  I mean, I think he's desprate for my mom.  Which is kind of disturbing, considering he's like ten years younger than her.  But he's kind of a jerk.  He likes to see people suffer.  Last night, we only had a bucket and a pot full of water that we had to flush the toilet with.  I got Kool-Aid all in my hair, and I only had filthy water to clean it with.  Now, we do have water, but it's not cold.  So, I brushed my teeth this morning.  He said that he'd be home to fix it last night, but he left and didn't come back until this morning.  Now, he's left again.  Typical.  But, he left not his daughter, but EIGHT kids at his house including myself in the hands of three of the eight's mother.  Now, Adeline (his daughter) is rambling about some tornado coming and she's trying to find their cat, who is constantly roaming around the neighborhood.  I checked the weather radar, and nothing showed up.  Although, the fact that the outdoor tempature is 66.6 degrees Farenheit kinda scares me....

Josie and the Rollerblades, White Crayons, Sore Throats, and Thunder & Lightning

When I was helping my mom put away some stuff from a garage sale on Sunday or Monday, I found a pair of size nine rollerblades.  My mom thought they were size nine for men, but they fit me fine.  The thing is, the only place I had to practice them was in the kitchen and dining room, and that isn't very big.  Not to mention she didn't want me sliding around the house with them.  So, today I tried the driveway.  I forgot that the reason I didn't learn how to ride a bike in the driveway was because it had a big slant in it.  So, I tried to go uphill and barely got anywhere.  Then, when I got to the top and went down, I was scared half to death, so I turned early and went on the walk to the porch, but I was tripping on the bricks and stones.  Maybe if Mom was feeling better I could go rollerblading and try to balance on her arm.  I am such a wimp.


In Theatre class, we were working on our monologues.  We chose a monologue to perform, and we're working on it to perform it on the cafeteria stage.  I was stuck with a monologue about white crayons.  It's called Common Ground by Brenden Votipka.  It's a teenager explaining his current state of mind.  We have to rewrite it onto some paper.  Here's all I have written so far:


TEENAGER.  I've been trying very hard to put into words the way I'm feeling right now.  But I'm drawing a blank.  "Blank" is almost something, but I fear it may be nothing.  Nothing is is an awful feeling.  It's the absence of feeling.  I don't feel nothing.  Nothing is not what I feel.  I feel something.  Definitely something.  I don't feel the absence of feeling, but I think I may feel the absence of color.  Until I got out my art supplies from kindergarten, I couldn't decide what it was.  Then, it hit me.
I feel like a white crayon.  No, I don't.  I am a white crayon.  Exactly.  I am completely and totally a white crayon.  I guess I always identified with the white crayon.  The thing is, the white crayon just sits in the box.  You following me?  I mean, I know that all the colors sit in the same box.  Back in grade school, when you bought your school supplies at the beginning of a school year you could be sure that every color would be present.  But while you can be sure they're all there, does it matter that every color is in the box?  Does it matter if you have a white crayon?  No.
The other colors get so much more action.  Of course they get more action.


That's all I have written down.  Why we have to rewrite it I have no idea.  Either way, the dude who sits next to me, Cordell (well, I call him Coffee), he thinks it's rascist.  But what else was I supposed to do?  There were five packets with the same color paper and the same scripts.  They have humorous and non-humorous ones, and highest-grade-you-can-get-is-an-A ones and highest-grade-you-can-get-is-a-C ones.  I wanted to do a humorous A one. 


The first one was a maniac teacher.  I can't do mad scientists laughs.  That's out.


Next was a popular, senior, student body president nominee who had been turned into a freshmen.  Wasn't that funny.


The others were non-humorous.  Like the Frankenstein one.  It was Frankenstein mourning over his wife, who had been killed by his creation.  No.


The other ones were all C's.  I had to battle another dude in rock-paper-scissors to get the part.  How challenging is that?  No one beats me!  I figured out how to win most of the time!  It's all a matter of thinking!


So, yeah.  I'm stuck with a boring, rascist monologue.


I woke up with a sore throat.  And I have to sing this song in choir that's mainly high notes.  And we were finally sight-reading it today.  She let me go an octave lower.  And whenever I drink something, the itchiness just spreads.  This sucks.


I came up with a logo for our band.  It uses a lightning-ish, Harry Potter font in dark blue, on either sides of the letters are lightning bolts in yellow, and it's surrounded by a cloud of grey with two lightning bolts sprouting from it in yellow.  Underneath it is:


Strenghth.  Determination.  Merciless.  Forever.


That's the name of our band.  SDMF.  Although, Cheyenne thinks that it's too much like ACDC.  The logo, I mean.  I gotta admit, I couldn't stop thinking about lightning, though.  I mean, I've been watching Harry Potter, laughing at Harry Potter, listening to Harry Potter, and lightning stands out now.


Anyway, I'm gonna get some water.  My throat is KILLING me!

Josie and the Allergies

Guess who feels horrible?  Dis girl!  I had a cobpletely stuffed up doze, and it was just ridiculus.  I got sobe pepperbint gub frob Beghan, add it helped a little bit, but I was sneezing like ad idiot, my eyes were huge and wateridg, and it looked like I was crying.  But I wasn't.  Eider way, I still get to auditiod for regiod choir.


In order to be able to go to the region choir auditions, we have to get through Miss Carrasco, our choir teacher.  She only let three of us eight girls go.  So, I got through first, then Katie, who sits right next to me (I think, she left for early release straight after), and Leah, an alto, but Katie's best friend.  Apparently Meghan didn't get through because of her small vowels and sloppy consonants.  She told me that!  I warned her, but she wouldn't listen!


I'm sorry I haven't been on in a while.  I have several blogs aside from this account, and my dad said that I had said some nasty things about him and my stepmom.  I gotta admit, they would give the fifth degree about every subject there is in the world.  The longest lecture was after my mom had called the police because we hadn't called in forever and she left tons of voicemails on Dad's phone, so I got talked to for two hours about various different topics, and I had written about stuff like that on my blog.


Apparently Mom put that blog in court.


Blogs, especially mine, are not supposed to be involved with court cases.  Doesn't anybody know that?


Anyway, the reason I hadn't posted was because I was afraid Dad was reading this blog.  But when he was talking about what all I had put on there (my first name, the state I live in, my school schedule, etc) -- yeah, he has paranoia.  I mean, doesn't he know that Aubrie goes behind her mom's back and puts pictures on the thing on her new iPod Touch?  She got 60 followers overnight.


And they said not to put anything about her online.


I think it's a little too late for that.


Yeah, so when my dad was talking about how people might have already knew my last name because of my mom's book, then I realized it wasn't this one.


SO HAPPY!


Now, I just gotta remember not to mention it again and I'll be safe.


I am going to tend to my birds now and watch A Very Potter Musical.