Almost 2014

Ahahahaha. What am I doing. I have an essay and a chapter test due next week. Why am I writing a post?! Oh right! Cuz I procrastinate all the time.

Actually, I’m writing this to say sorry to a lot of people for being so lazy and never posting. I SWEAR ON MY HONOR I WILL START TO WRITE MORE SINCE I GOT THE MOBILE APP. (Since I can finally write in privacy.)

Since that title thing on the top says ‘Almost 2014’ I’m just gonna write about my New Year Resolutions (Which I am, btw going to write a school edition and a reality edition. Just for laughs.) and things that’s changed me/around me/whatever that’s about me (You get the idea) during this year.

New Year Resolutions (School Edition)

1. Study harder for English, Math, Socials and Science.

2. Draw better pictures for my posters.

3. Participate more in class discussions.

(Okay. Now, imaging those words coming out of the mouth of a girl who gets good marks, does perfect posters, and is basically the class smartypants and most likely the one to win in a political debate. Okay, now stop imagining things.)

New Year Resolutions (Real Stuff From My Brain Edition)

1. Finish that darn essay

2. Study. A. Lot. Or fail that chapter test.

3. Start writing my new novel.

4. Buy a camera. Become a picture-taking-pro.

5.Get Allegiant & Mockingjay. Read Allegiant & Mockingjay within a day.

6. Become a cool person by buying those cheesy, hot pink, heart-shaped shades and sparklify it.

7. Buy fake jewels.

8. Buy pink leggings.

9. Make jeweled tights.

10. Get finished with this list so I can do number 1 and 2.

(As you can tell, this is more like a to-do list than a resolutions list.)

Stuff that happened this year

1. I became a feminist.

2. I got a Goodreads account (YES. It is life-changing, Okay??)

3. Recognized Jelly Kid’s awesomeness in a new episode.


5. I got 3 more best friends. So I promoted my original best friends to best-best friends. (I’m not a jerk. Some best friends are just bester than other best friends.)

*Note: if you did not get number 3 and 4, I’m just…gonna sit here and be very disapointed.

I really DO need to go (Do my homework). Bye bye



You all know I LOVE books. I adore them, I love them, I treasure them, I read them OVER AND OVER AGAIN. THAT’S THEIR MAIN PURPOSE RIGHT? AMIRITE? So here is mah link-up: (I know I could’ve written something less lame, but I’m feeling tired today.)

I learned how to put da button!


  • On my bed. Curled up so the cold won’t come in. It’s really hard.
  • Sittin’ in mah’ chair. Like this too!
  • Sitting upright because that’s the only way you can sit in the school library. (I’ve grown too used to it anyways.)


  • Fantasy
  • Contemporary
  • YA fiction (REALLY VAGUE. I KNOW.)
  • Dystopian
  • Mystery/Adventure (I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S CALLED!!)


  • Super-Crunchy Seaweed
  • Potato Chips
  • Pudding
  • Bread, the really soft kind with crunchy sides (I actually eat the first and last slices first…SOO GOOOOOOOOD!!!)

That’s pretty much everything. Byee!


PEP BAND! (and other stuff I am not excited about)

Pep Band

Pep Band (Photo credit: life is good (pete))

Well. Guess what? OK, fine, admit it, you guys are never gonna guess “what”. So I’m just gonna tell you! I’M FINALLY DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE! (Kind of!) I JUST SIGNED UP FOR THE PEP BAND!!!!!!! (That many exclamation marks wasn’t exactly needed, but I’m not the most enthusiastic person about signing up for optional stuff either.) Well, the Pep Band like a band thing that plays music for da sports teams (arrogant people, I tell you.) when they’re playing their game. I don’t see how that will help actually, but I love playing the bassoon and Darcy’s joining as well (after a series of puppy eyes and PLEAZEEEEs, she didn’t really intend to sign up.)! She plays the clarinet. Typically in a typical band class she sits on the second row and I sit on the third row next to the former-alto-sax-player-and-now-plays-bari (baritone)-sax guy who I hates basically for being really talkative (and a terrible singer, who loves to sing at the most random times. Not to mention he sings “The Barbie Song” *you know who you are*) and the other guy on the other side is in da sports team. The teacher said that we’re gonna play stuff for the sports team, so I suspect we’re gonna be a more like a cheerleading-band which plays the more band-ish songs. Well, it’s a thing to look forward to, since we only have band on Day 6 now (Which means 1 day out of six dayzzzz!! NOT ENUFF.) and the rest of the music days (Day 2 and 4) are all General Music!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I like playing the bassoon waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay (it really deserves that many a’s) better than singing, mainly because I don’t like to sing in front of people. You may notice that I do not exactly excel at socializing with people, much less performing in front of people.

Owl City

Owl City (Photo credit: pamhule)

I’ve been randomly drowning myself with Owl City music (Not News) lately so I’m probably gonna bombard you guys with random Owl City song’s random lyrics randomly (NEWS! Definitely ) in parenthesis ( () <——— These thingies) in the following sentences AKA paragraph which will not be about the PEP BAND thing and more like about the stuff that’s new in school, therefore new to me (Symphony of silver tears, sing to me. and soothe the ring in my ears…Lonely Lullaby) – I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA DO THAT. 1. Mandarin is getting harder, I mean, like, of COURSE Mandarin Class is gonna get harder when I go up a grade, but we have a mini-quiz for five words every DAY. We have a whole packet of (I’d like to make myself believe, that planet Earth, turrrrns sloooowllyyy…Fireflies) 1,200 words. ARGHHHHHH! AKA me screaming. 2. Math isn’t getting any harder. THAT WAS NOT EXPECTED. At least we’re still learning about  PLACE VALUE, which you really can’t expect it to get any harder during the primary years. I know because I had 5 years of EXPERIENCE! (I don’t know about Middle School.) But honestly, I never feel (Dear God I was terribly lost when the Galaxies crossed, and the sun went daaark, Dear GOD, you’re the only north star I will follow this faaaar… Galaxies) like the math is challenging. Meh. 3. Guided Reading books are boring. They’re not actually THAT bad, but I just felt like rereading Inkheart, but they give me a book about Benjamin Franklin. Now that’s a bad idea, isn’t it. We also need to TAKE TURNS (A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlesslyStrawberry Avalanche) READING OUT LOUD! As far as I know I really HATE reading out loud, especially when I’m reading something I didn’t want to read in the first place (say… that Benjamin Franklin book was a good example of what I didn’t want to read at the moment). Well, seems like the teacher’s saying “DEAL WITH IT, TORI” again this time. *Sigh*  4. Flocab songs suck. First of all, rap songs aren’t my thing. Second of all, refer to Number One. I DON’T LIKE THEM, except Alligator Sky (Owl City song duh.). (So here’s a reference: Where was I when the rockets came to life, and carried you away, into the Alligator Sky…Alligator Sky) 5. I am running (We were alone on the road driving faster, So far from home we were chasing disaster… Dreams and Disasters) out of things to say.

Recent Achievements:

  • Read HP fanfics ’til I dropped.

Pottermore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  • Successfully logged into Pottermore with my account (StarSilver2018 add me if you want… I ALSO HAVE THE BEST NAME EVAAA!!) and made about 200 new points for my house, Hufflepuff.
  • Wrote a long post.
  • Continued a little bit into the GIGANTIC chapter introducing all the character’s new surroundings, man, I wrote a LOT.
  • Learned a big deal about the Atropa Belladona (Deadly Nightshade) and the Nightshade Family (Solanaceae). I had to reference it for that chapter.
  • Wrote a post and added suggested photos from the bottom bar. Oh well, I don’t care.

Gummy Bears.

If you don’t have a terrible obsession with gummy bears that you are actually SOOOOO ashamed of that you won’t tell anyone (your best friends doesn’t count), YOU ARE NOT HUMAN. (I understand if you are my mom, she doesn’t like anything that’s sweet. I. K. R.) THE FOLLOWING STORY MAY CONTAIN MILD EXTREME GUMMY BEAR VIOLENCE AND IF YOU ARE A COWARD DO NOT LIKE ANYTHING THAT INCLUDES RIPPING OFF GUMMY BEAR ARMS AND WORSE DO NOT CONTINUE PASS THE LINE: (It’s not that bad. I wanted to be very dramatic.)


So yesterday at lunch, Marcy (AKA Marceline AKA Sunny), Darcy and me were sitting together at lunch, not doing what we’re supposed to do (AKA not eating and talking VERY loudly), then Marcy brought out a pack of gummy bears! Yaaaay!! GUMMY BEAR FUN!! We split up the gummy bears we ate some (and Marcy’s lunch), and suddenly Darcy was all: I’m gonna dare myself to eat this gummy bear little by little. There was no stopping her. THEN she took a bear and stated taking it’s foot off. She slowly peeled off the lump and stretched it out so slowly like she was torturing something (or someone), and when it finally ripped off, she rolled it around on her finger. She devoured every piece of gummy like that, smiling and making “Mmmmm…” sounds every bite (sometimes I seriously think she’s a psycho.) We all laughed and laughed and laughed (x 2 +1)!!!!

(I understand if you don’t find it hilarious, you had to be there. Sorry for making a post for it, and please, don’t send us to a mental rehab center…PLEASE!!)


Anyways, as you know, I totally LOVE those to gals (girls…OH I GIVE UP.), they are soooooooo awesome! You guys will NOT understand our weird awesome thing and I won’t understand your girl gang’s and your girl gang’s and your girl gangs and your girl gangs awesome weirdness either, so face it, we’re never gonna understand each other. Also, I learned something today: I’m not good at writing about stuff that happened in my life.

Updates in my life:

  1. I am not in the same class as Marcy and Darcy.
  2. I got a new locker.
  3. I’m gonna have to get stuff from my locker in the morning and go through the whole day with the stuff I got. I also have to LIVE WITH THAT!!


Fears the start of school brings.


Ohhhh…   (Da famed IISuperwomanII, AKA Lilly Singh, AKA her faces really describe my feelings.)

Anyways, not being in the same class as Marceline and Darceline would be TERRIBLE: read Ter-ri-bleh. We won’t be able to talk about Spam Mail as much and stuff. WE JUST WON’T HANG OUT AS MUCH!! I CANNOT IMAGINE THAT!!!! I’D BE LIKE: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  And I introduce to you my phobias that the start of school brings. Enjoy and scream in fear.

1. The fear of not being in the same class as your best friends.

Honestly, sometimes you really don’t get together in the same class and it’s FINE. F. I. N. E. FINE. You’d just have to give yourself some lame excuses for making new best friends, lame excuses like: I didn’t really like her that much. I SUCK AS A FRIEND. I’m pathetic. I know. But the thing about that is the weird feeling I get just before the last week of summer holidays. It feels like: “OMG, something with me is wrong. I miss my friends. I miss my teachers. Wait, what if I get in the impatient-er teacher’s class? What if I get in the same class as the weird pervert freak? What if my friends don’t talk to me anymore because I’m a lame nerd? What if I got sick on the first day? What if my uniform isn’t PERFECT? What if…“. SO MANY WORRIES!!!!!!

2. The fear of not being able to wake up in the morning.

I never wake up on time in the morning. NEVER. Usually I’m just 2 minutes late, and I can’t get ready on time because my schedule is SO tight. It’s mostly my fault though. It’s like Life’s playing a game called “Make me suffer”, it’s like, when I get late on the days I have to drag my bassoon for the length one courtyard, 1 floor of stairs (2 flights?), half-a-hallway to get my Late Slip, 2 more floors of stairs (4 flights?) and one hallway. It’s Life earns +100 bonus points when he makes us suffer. WHY? I’ve done nothing to anger you except for live. It’s gonna get even worse this year, MY CLASSROOM IS GONNA BE ON THE FOURTH FLOOR! WHYYYY! It’s gonna be even more embarrassing if you come late on the first day, 1) it makes a bad impression, 2) you’ll have to get a Late Slip on the first day, meaning warning glares from the receptionist, and 3) you’re gonna be late, you’re gonna open the door – for the first time – when you’re late – wearing messy uniform – sweating. IT’S NOT MAKING A GOOD IMPRESSION! IT MATTERS SINCE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR, THEY ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT YOU ON THE FIRST DAY AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS THIS: “Heheh, yea, I was late, heheheh, yea…ya…”. NO.

3. The fear of being in the class of a *NEW* teacher who’s never taught in your school before.

The problem is I do not like to talk to with people/new people. Also, you don’t even know what your new teacher prefers. There were no rumors from the people who came before you. NOTHING. It freaks me out when I say something I don’t know if I was supposed to say, but then your teacher just stands there, either thinking how to reply to you or plotting your murder in his head. It’s that moment of despair that gets me, the moment feels SO LONG. IT’S UNFAIR FOR THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE TO SOCIALIZE. I’m not the most daring person in the world, this blog was practically the most daring thing I’ve ever done. Appreciate it.

4. The fear of being called on.

I know. I’m weird. I don’t like to be called on, I have that moment of shock when the teachers like, what’s the answer to this question?. Honestly. Especially on the first day. I’m totally clueless about what you’re talking about because I don’t want to answer. It’s simple, I don’t have anything to add to that. Or, I’m just lazy. I wrote so much already, what did you expect? Just kidding. Anyways, sorry for the awkward ending, it’s awkward, deal with it.


Sixth Grade

Hello there! I don’t think you know anything about my age and I assume you don’t know anything about my age. I’m just eleven and it’s NORMAL for me to just have finished Fifth Grade. NORMAL. Just that you know, I’m going on Sixth Grade and I’m super EXCITED. Correction: I am super bored, so I’m just looking forward to something I won’t look forward to soon. I’m never excited about growing up, for some reason, maybe I know that the new school year wouldn’t be any easier, academically and socially. It only makes it harder that I’m NOTHING close to a Social Butterfly or whatever you guys call it. I’m just NOT good at DEALING WITH PEOPLE. But there are a few things that I might want to try. Or one, since even only one change to my life can make such a DRAMATIC impact on my daily routines. (Which I really don’t have so THERE.)

Extra stuff at school:

SRC (Student Representative Council):

It’s a kind-of-new thing at school. I mean, it’s been around since I was in Fourth Grade. SRC was for High School student ONLY until like, two years ago? I don’t even know why the school let us do that stuff, maybe so that we can manage our biz easier when we grow up or something. SRC is a thing that ALL the classes from ALL the grades in Upper Primary (/Elementary) have to choose ONE person to represent the class in different events, like Sports Day, S.E.D., etc….so we won’t have 25×6 people onstage all SHOUTING whatever they want to say. Into. The. Mic. IT WOULD BE SO ABSURD! We also need them to make stuff for bulletin boards, choose Fun Day (Dress-Up days, since I attend a uniform school.) etc. I’m not THAT familiar with what they do, since I’ve never been one, but I’M DYING TO BE ONE! Seriously, I don’t even know why. So, maybe not… so no.

Green Team:

Basically they take out the trash. I don’t think I’m doing that.

B.O.B (Not the rapper which I have no idea whatsoever about him. Seriously, B.O.B in this case stands for Battle Of the Books.):

BATTLE OF THE BOOKS! O. M. G. Where do I start?! It’s SO FUN! It’s like, DA BEST THING EVA. So, what happens is, they give you a list of books to read (20-24 books.), you read like a MANIAC, and then in April/May/June we have this GIGANTIC contest with another school(s). (Citywide=Lots of Schools in your City.) I’m NOT supposed to BRAG, but then I have bragging rights, since last year, we won the other school 62000 (us) and 31000 (them) (Gr. 4-5). I don’t remember the Gr. 6-8 scores because I’m not in grades 6-8! Ha!

Sports Teams (Soccer, Basketball, Track [and Fields].):

OK, none of my business HERE, being the person who sucks the most in gym/P.E./Physical Education! But I just wanted to say that there is a SUPER awesome feast/celebration thingy at the end of the year. Pros: Great Food, awards. Cons: You have to wear fancy stuff.


OK, with a glimpse into my school life, you’ll understand that I’m gonna do nothing but Battle Of the Books, like all the other years. Now a few things I hope won’t/will happen:

  1. I hope we don’t have poetry.
  2. I hope we don’t have chemistry.
  3. I hope we don’t have gym/P.E./Physical Education/Dance Class.
  4. I hope we’re having sewing in Home Ec. (Home Ec. = Stuff we need to do at home. Like cook.)
  5. I hope we have a longer math session (because I understand it, y’all.).
  6. I hope we don’t EVER have Track and Field for gym/P.E./Physical Education EVER AGAIN.
  7. I hope we have Hockey for gym/… .
  8. I hope we don’t have novel studies ever again. People can’t keep up with my reading speed.
  9. I hope we talk more about First Nations/Aboriginal People in Social Studies. (which is a class which is kind of like history and geography mixed together.)
  10. I hope I get in the same class as Darcy and Sunny/Marcy (Same person.). *


I also hope that my sports-idiotic-ness wouldn’t SHINE through so much too. But I decided not to add that to the list because it’s just personal/embarrassing.


Anyways, I am going to abruptly end this post right here because I have nothing else to talk about. Or maybe because I don’t want to spill my secrets OR anything even more embarrassing onto this blog-place. BYE!!


P.S.: RIGHT! And I also hope that my friends will “help” me with my DARN heavy bassoon! Thank to you!


*Not their real names.

Recent Addictions.

A very simple blurb:

Awesome stuff I’m getting addicted to.

Bravest Warriors: Created by Pendleton Ward.

I wouldn’t exactly say “new”, but I didn’t start fangirling whenever a new episode comes out a year ago. I am SO excited for this fall! Gosh. A summer with Bravest Warriors is WAAAAAY more interesting and WAAAAAY less boring than your regular un-fab-dorky-kid’s summer. Like I never say, who needs ANYTHING but air and water and food (because you need those to be able to live/not be sent to mental or normal hospitals depending on how insane you are.) when you have Bravest Warriors??

Bee and Puppycat: Created by Natasha Allergri.

Even though only Part 1 is out now (Part 2 coming August 7.), I am falling IN LOVE with Bee and Puppycat.Even though not a lot happens in Part 1, it is so awesome, it’s just waaaaay awesomer than normal awesome. I’m usually not TOO keen on judging the amount of awesome in things, you CAN trust me on this. Ya. Trust me this time. PWETTY PWEASE? (Pretty Please. I hope you didn’t need to look into this.)

IISuperwomanII: Lily (I have no idea what her last name is, I am still new, deal with it.)(Youtuber)

I’m not really sure if any of you people who get bored easily would like her videos. I mean, they are hilarious (from my point of view) and her videos are totally fabulous (from my point of view).  If you get bored REALLY easily, don’t check her out, since all she does is stand there and say hilarious things, do hilarious stuff, and basically everything is hilarious. She makes new videos every Monday and Thursday… and then I forgot what I was gonna say so JUST GO AHEAD AND GIVE HER A TRY. 

The Pulp Zine: A group of awesome people, I can’t list them ‘cuz there’s a big list. (Webmag, awesome, everything, not food, so don’t eat it.)

THE PULP ZINE! It has a lot of awesome stuff like Rookie, but just a little less wordy, or a little less popular. I had no idea it existed until two days ago. It’s totally awesome, full of simply amazing photos and other stuff because I cannot tell you in a short blurb a very detailed sentence about each of the features. But I guarantee you, it’s at least 85% awesome, since I don’t know what you think, so there. 

“So Relatable” Tumblr archives:

I am SO obsessed with looking through the WHOLE archive of the Tumbleblog of “So Relatable”, which you all probably know if you’ve been on Facebook or any other social media where people constantly post random photos of really random things (Instagram? I don’t have one yet so I don’t know.). There are currently 1758 pages of So-Relatables, and I’m on 1448 and going down… (‘Cuz I’m stupid and I ain’t gonna use the “Next Page” at the bottom.)

Rookie and TPZ archives:

I’m getting obsessed with reading things from the start. This is gonna be short, since I have no idea how I’m actually gonna write more. 

Chocolate Milk:

*gulp*gulp*gulp*gulp* …Whaaa?


They’re just so PRETTY. I’m constantly looking and staring at the dreamcatcher I have and thinking, “Would it look good on a Polaroid like this?”.


PS: Sorry I haven’t posted yesterday, I spent my day sleeping and procrastinating …the whole day. If you’d excuse me, I’m going back to sleep. 

I said I would if someone emailed me.

Guess what? I finally got my pics from my Book Talk project. To those of you who don’t know what a Book Talk is, it’s all about choosing a book to promote, using a Book Box (Shoe box decorated), a few items in your Book Box, and a speech to give to your classmates about the overall awesomeness of the book you are promoting.

My Box:



  • Kate’s Bucket

  • “LOSE the new code? Turn OVER for new code!”; SQ’s smartest moment:


It says “LOSE the new code? turn OVER for new code!”




It says “Attention all Executives: you canNOT leave notes like this. S.Q., this had better be gone by tonight. Stop trying to be clever. -Jackson” (Quoted from the book.)


  • Morse Code.

  • Blue Bookmarks for Mr. Curtain:


TeeHee. That’s all!


Sorry it got late, Katie, I had to deal with taking a LOT of pictures I don’t need OFF my Media Library and had a BAD time doing that. I love The Mysterious Benedict Society too! Long distance high-five ya’ll.