NaNoWriMo Tips

If you’ve decided to join many others in an epic novel quest that is NaNoWriMo, then congratulations, first of all! You’ve decided to try something many people will never do. But we must admit, it is hard. This is my second year doing the Young Writer’s Program of NaNoWriMo, where you can choose your own word goal, and along the way I’ve developed many useful tips and tricks. Today, I will share a few with you.

1. Write everywhere and anywhere. This means at school, in the car, on the bus, while eating dinner, while brushing your hair, or even in the shower if you have one of those fancy waterproof notebooks. Unfortunately, life doesn’t stop just because your writing a novel, so on busy days with lots of activities and not a lot of writing time, you need to take advantage of those spare minutes in line at lunch.

This means you won’t always have access to your home computer, so you should carry your work on a memory stick or store it in the cloud, like with Google Docs, so you always have your work ready to write some more. However, you won’t always have a computer accessible, so carry around a notebook everywhere you go, or use your iPod as one instead. This way, you won’t have that lame “I didn’t have a notebook,” excuse.

2. Keep track of your word count. Since NaNo is all about writing more, you need to keep track of how much you writing in order to meet your goal. Most word processors have a word counter (Hint: Check under “Tools”.), but some don’t. This is when a free word counter like www.wordcounttool.com comes in handy. If you’re writing by hand, sometimes you’ll need to average out by words per page, as counting every word you write by hand can be very time-consuming.

You can also use a ‘report card’ that tells you things like how many more words are left in your novel, or if you keep writing and your current pace, what day you’ll be done. I use a Google Docs one. You can get it here: docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Anz-Ax4lGuegdGw5di1CTS1ZTlNEamI2cFNjcXVMRHc

3. Put together a survival kit. This isn’t neccesary, but it really helps keep you going. A survival kit is a collection of items to help you ‘survive’ NaNoWriMo. Mine includes things like:

• gum
• sticky notes
• inspiring objects and pictures
• a cozy hat that I only wear while writing
• tea
• hot chocolate
• healthy but yummy snacks

You can include similar items.
There are many more tips, but those are the ones I’ve chosen to share with you today. The only real way to get better at NaNoWriMo is to do it! So what are you doing? Get writing! But wait, before you go, share your own tips in the comment box below! Happy NaNo-ing!

Music Makes Everything Better

I've noticed lately that music is very powerful. I'll be feeling stressed or up-tight or tired, and when I turn on Coldplay or Adele or some T-Swizzle, it all seems to melt away. So I'm taking today's blog post as an opportunity to share some great music with you.

First of all, some new Coldplay.



Recently I've gotten Adele's 21 album. My favourite song:



And what I'm listening to right now:



And finally, my favourite artist:



Music is amazing. So I double-dog-dare you to go turn on some tunes, whether they be my recommendations or some of your own favourites. Here's to music.

It's Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving.

Homemade pumpkin pie. Roasted turkey filled with stuffing. Harvesting the last of a veggie garden. Happiness and thankfulness shared together with relatives.

That is what I think of when I think of Thanksgiving. Now you may be thinking, “But Thanksgiving is in November!” Well, in Canada, we celebrate it on the first Monday in October (Columbus Day in the US). Why? Canada has an earlier harvest season than the US, so it makes sense for us to celebrate it in early October rather than late November.  We also celebrate a bit differently. Generally, in Canada Pilgrims are not mentioned in Thanksgiving celebrations.

Thanksgiving in Canada was supposedly started by Martin Frobisher, an explorer who tried to find a northern passage to the Pacific Ocean (which was later discovered and is now called the Northwest Passage). His Thanksgiving was a formal ceremony giving thanks for his safe return home. Canadian Thanksgiving origins can also be credited to the French settlers who came to New France in the early 17th century with Samuel de Champlain. Their Thanksgiving was like modern Thanksgiving in that it celebrated a successful harvest. On January 31, 1957, the government announced “A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed – to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October.”


Thanksgiving is an opportunity to give thanks for the many things which we are so lucky to have and to share our joy and happiness with others. It is also a time to remember those who are less fortunate than us and do not have a safe place to come home to. Many foodbanks and soup kitchens also hold special dinners for Thanksgiving.

Although you may not be celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend, you should try to be thankful all year round! Some ideas to celebrate are donating to food banks, volunteering at your favourite non-profit organization and just being thankful for all you have!

What’s your favourite part about Thanksgiving? How will you be thankful? Share your thoughts in the comments below!

(This is an article I wrote for Newmoon.com.)

Writing-- Unexpected Findings

Just a little piece about finding something unexpected. I wrote this today at a writing workshop I attend. I'd LOVE if you'd let me know what you think (be honest!). Thanks for reading it!

Unexpected Findings

I curl my fingers around the rusted doorknob. The door is cracked and the off-white paint is peeling in long strips. I can see the swirly knots in the wood through the thin paint. As I open it, the door creaks like an old man getting up in the morning. Inside I find something I never thought I would ever see again. It is the old sweater my grandma had knitted for me as a starting school present. I wore it every day for 297 days (yes, I counted) until my mother ordered me to take it off. It had became so ratty that when I put it on I could never find the arm holes, as there were too many other holes which I mistakenly thought were the ones meant for my arms. I was definitely a weird kid. Other kids had stuffed animals and special ‘blankies’. I had my sweater. On the first day of kindergarten, while everyone else squeezed their mother’s fingers so hard they nearly broke them, I put on my sweater and flopped down on the couch with a book. I had loved that sweater. But what was it doing here?

I was sure my mom had thrown it away. I remember kicking and screaming and finally collapsing in hopelessness as my mother tossed it out. So how did it get here, behind the old door in the apartment building my dad runs? The responsible, adult part of me lectures me on the importance of letting go, and tells me that I should close the door and move on, but this voice was quickly defeated by the sentimental part of me. I stumble through the doorway, leaping the distance in only a few steps. I snatched the sweater up from the dusty floor and pressed it against my chest. I took a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of the sweater remind me of those happy days my 5-year-old self had enjoyed so long ago. I laugh as tears began to stream down my face. What a silly thing to be get so emotional over! I knew nobody would ever understand my attachment to this sweater. But it was a part of me, a part of me I certainly didn’t expect to find behind the old wrecked door in Dad’s apartments.

“Unexpected findings are the best.” I whisper to myself.

Things That

Hi guys!
I'm at school right now, and we were on Blogger making blogs about The Trojan War book we are starting to study. The blog is trojanwarhanna.blogspot.com, if you are so bored that you actually want to read me rambling about the book. It doesn't have anything yet, anyways.

On other blog news, I'm in the process of making a book review blog. The URL is betweenthestacksya.blogspot.com. Again, it doesn't have anything yet, just a cool header. Let me know if you have any ideas or thoughts on the blog!

Well, the bell just rang for lunch (yay!), so I gotta go.
"Blog" to ya later!

City of Bones Review

City of Bones by Cassandra Clare

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Best book evaaaar! I finished it this morning and couldn't bear to wait until the next day to read City of Ashes so I bought the sequel right away. Cassandra is an amazing writer and I am looking forward to reading more of her fabulous writing.



If you are wondering, City of Bones is about a teenage girl named Clary Fray. She heads to Pandemonium, a club, with her best friend Simon expecting a murder-free, normal night. But this night turns out to be not normal at all. She witnesses the murder of a demon and is thrown into the world of Shadowhunters and demons. She discovers secrets whispered about behind backs, mysterious creatures and much more. Join Clary as she journeys into the dangerous Shadowhunter world.



I encourage all lovers of YA books to head to their local bookstore or library IMMEDIATELY and pick up a copy of this amazing book.








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Reflections

Dear 11,
It's been wonderful having you as the age I can call my own for the past year. 11 is an in-between age. Still not quite a teen, but much older than a child. I  really got into teen fiction with you. Now that I'm 12, 11 seems so young. But I know that if you had asked me what I thought of the ages 11 and 12 a few months ago, I would have told you something rather different. I hope the next year will be filled with photography and writing and reading and other pleasurable activities. I don't want to get lost in boys and makeup and fashion. I want to stay true to myself, doing what  I enjoy. If I stray off this path, you have permission to torment me. Let the next year be filled with the sense of freedom and eternal happiness that comes with wind blowing through long hair, beautiful sunsets, refreshing lake water, inside jokes, and so much more of this beautiful world we live in. Don't let others take over your life and force you to change. Do what makes you happy. Learn lots. Read lots. Soak in all the information that life has to give you. Be that 12 year old you've always wanted to be, the one who climbs trees and takes photos and writes and reads all day long. Live in your own little world, but make sure that little world stays connected with Earth. Be a day dreamer, in other words, but always keep your feet firmly on the ground, unless you've gotta leap to reach your dreams, which I strongly encourage you to do. I'm a confusing one, aren't I? Well, just go for your dreams and be in your world and try not to think too much about what the rest of the world is doing (unless it's essential to avoid losing this wonderful life altogether). Run around and play games and be the epic being that you are.

Don't lose sight of who you used to be and who you can be.
Love ya,
Hanna

Well that wasn't really much of a letter to 11, but a wonderful letter it was anyways. Photos to come once I get home in a week or so.

New Look and Some Writing

You may have noticed that this blog has a new look! Thanks to Kati for the wonderful new header. Hope you enjoy the new design!

I've decided to post a non-fiction writing piece of mine today. I wrote it one day when I was feeling insightful. Please read and comment! Here it is.

Memories: Who I Am

               

There is an old cardboard box under my bed. Inside are many photos from past years. Every once in a while I take it out. I am reminded of who I am. This is what I discover.

The photo of me at a photography class (I took such amazing photos!) reminds me of how I was uncomfortable, or so I remember, because everyone else was older than me. I am reminded of the part of me that is determined to do something, the one who is way ahead of her age. The matureness I have.

There is the photo of me in my Brownies uniform, proudly holding up two fingers in the Brownie sign. It reminds me of the awesome times with Dolly and my fellow Brownies, my 3^rd year of being in Guiding.  The feeling I remember for Brownies is indescribable. It is uncomfortable, determined and crazy all at the same time.

The numerous photos of me, smiling my buck-teeth smile, reminds me of what a unique, special person I am.  I didn’t care much for that smile, or how weird I may have looked. I was beautiful inside, whether I knew it or not.

The photo of me next to a dog, eyes as far sideways as they will go, tongue lolling out. I imitate the dog so playfully and yet well. It reminds me of the animal lover inside me the one that cuddles my cat for hours just to feel her fur. The one who knows that when all else fails a pet or other animal will always listen.

Under my bed is not the only place I find myself. There is the old writing book on my bookshelf, which I filled out when I was just 6 or 7, although the book was aimed at tweens and teens. My writings were so expected and basic, but yet had the unexpectedness and creativity that draws you into a good book. I didn’t answer the question about when I realized I was no longer a child, because I was still one.

 I have an odd memory of thinking that the moment I realized that would be something so simple and dumb, like getting an adult-priced haircut, or reading YA books. But coming of age is so much more than that. It is about discovering who you are, growing in all different directions, and being stretched to the breaking point before being allowed to relax again. Becoming who you are isn’t about what books you read or who old you. It’s about finding yourself among the swirling storm of who you want to be and who you should be. I’m just starting that, and have a long journey ahead of me. I’ll see you on the other side.

It's raw writing (un-edited) so it's not perfect. But I like it. Thanks for reading!
♥Hanna♥

P.S. I've got a poll asking what you think of this blog on your right, so please take it and tell me how to improve this blog! Thanks again!

What I did today

So today I...

• didn't write for Camp NaNoWriMo :s
• went swimming with my BFF for 3 and a bit hours while her parents did pitch and put
• had dinner with her
• played with my dad's new iPhone
• started up my Buzz account again!
• played Just Dance on the Wii (I failed at everything 'cept "Who Let The Dogs Out"
• wrote this blog post

I am seeing HP7P2 with BFF #1 and #2 on Friday!! YAAAY!

Things I Love

Things I love:
WARNING: Some of the following things may seem odd, unusual or in other ways not normal.

• scraping lint out of the dip in the dryer where it collects
• staying up till at least 11pm secretly reading Linger by Maggie Stiefvater
• my new Kobo
• sleeping in until 9am or later
• staying in my PJ's until lunch
• watching SYTYCD and screaming in protest when Sasha ends up in the bottom 3 (ok, I don't scream. I pray she has a good solo and doesn't go home)
• rafting
• dry Corn Pops cereal
• reading people's amazing blogs
• pretending to be really wise, insightful, and intellectual (which sometimes I actually am)
• writing camp (OK, it hasn't happened yet, but I promise you I will love it)
• being me

Camp NaNoWriMo

I have decided to embark on another literary mission- Camp NaNoWriMo. NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, which takes place in November. The challenge is to write 50,000 words in the month of November. There is also a kid's version, which allows you to choose your own word count goal. In November, mine was 7,000 words and I met that goal. The Office of Letters and Light, which runs NaNoWriMo, has just launched an exciting new thing- Camp NaNoWriMo! The only difference from regular old NaNoWriMo, besides the camp theme and longer name, is that Camp NaNoWriMo is for whatever month you want (or at least the summer months). Unfortunately, a YWP (Young Writer's Program) has yet to come out, although there is a section in the YWP NaNo site for Camp. My goal is 10,000 words, and I am currently at 1,490 words. I wrote 631 words today! Here are my tips and tricks.
*Round up your daily goal
For example, if your goal is 10,000, like me, you will need to write 323 words per day. That's assuming you write all 31 days of July. But what if one day you are sick, or on vacation? That's where rounding 323 up to 400 would be useful. You don't need to worry as much about missing a day here and there then, because you've already got at least an extra 77 words! Plus, it's easier to remember and do math with numbers like 400.

*Reward yourself!
I made up 'milestone packs' for myself, which each include a short letter to myself about how far I am in my writing, a sour gummy, and 1-2 old Archie comics. The final pack (for 10,000 words) also contains an Airhead. I plan on adding more treats, like candy from the July 4th parade tomorrow! Having rewards motivates you to keep writing so you can finally have that yummy/fun/exciting thing you've been waiting for, and also rewards you when you finally complete the number of words you've chosen to complete before your reward.

*No excuses!
Even if you're just 10 words short of your goal, don't stop for the day. If you get into this horrible habit of falling short, you will never reach your goal. You will keep putting writing off and off until there is no days left to put it off until! Pressure yourself to keep going and write those extra 10 words, even if they're something you hate and will immediately edit out in the next month. Which brings me to the next tip...

*Absolutely NO editing!
Editing words out doesn't help you write more. It interrupts the flow of your writing and *gasp* wastes valuable words! I don't care how much you hate that sentence, how much you think the whole paragraph is just a bunch of ranting and 'then she laced up her battered shoes', DON'T DO IT! Remember, quantity, not quality.

*Use Write or Die!
Write or Die by Dr.Wicked () is a online program that punishes you for not writing while you are in it. There are 4 modes, all of which have consequences for not writing. When you stop writing, the background of the page turns red and gets darker and more intense as time elapses. The each also have another punishment. In Gentle Mode, a box pops up telling you to keep writing. In Normal Mode, an annoying sound is played. In Kamikaze mode, your words delete themselves until only your first word remains. You can also set your grace period to Gentle, Strict, or Evil. Write or Die doesn't work for everyone, but for me it is pressure to keep pounding out the words.

*Keep track of your words.
I use a spreadsheet to keep track of my word count. The one I use is located at: http://svenja.atspace.com/wordtracker.html/ It tells you how many words you write per hour, how many words you have left, when you will be done at this rate, and much more! I like using this so I know just how fast I am progressing or just how slow.

That's all my tips for now! Good luck!

Hilarious Video!

This is such a hilarious video! You may think the barking is from a dog outside, but I think not. The cat opens it's mouth when it turns around, at the exact same time the animal barks. This could be just a well timed soundtrack, but I believe the cat was actually barking. SOOO cute!

The Blunt Sword and YAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Odd post title, I know.
The blunt sword part refers to "to be blunt", the expression. Being blunt means being perfectly honest and telling exactly what you think. For example, imagine a guy asked you to the school dance next week. If you didn't like him, the blunt answer would be to simply tell him "I don't like you, so no." But anyways, I think it's kind of a contradictory expression, because a blunt sword, if thrust into someone's side, would hurt less than a sharp one. Blunt answers are generally more hurtful ones. Also, blunt swords are less intense, clear, and, well, sharp, than blunt ones. So why, oh why, do we use the expression blunt to mean something the exact opposite? Just my little musing.

Now, for the YAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! part. That yahoo was for only having 1/2 a day of school left. Tomorrow at noon I can bask in the sun of late nights, sleeping in till 9:30, writing, camping, plane-flying (well being in one), and the warm, Hawaii-style days. SUMMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!
TTYL!
Hanna

Cupcakes and Books and School and Math Brainteaser

At my school, our AWESOME librarian is giving every class who brought in all their overdue books by today homemade CUPCAKES. That includes my class. It is also her birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday Ms.Y!!!

I am reading a great book right now, called "The Girl Who Could Fly". It's a bout, well, a girl who can fly, and gets sent to this school for kids like her, but it turns out the people who work there don't have good intentions for the kids and their special abilities. It'd really good- check it out!

I just finished my homework. It was doing the bibliography for my part of a group project on Madagascar. Gah, I keep spelling it M-a-d-a-g-scar.

As for the math part. I have a question thing for you.
You are on a game show. There are 3 doors. Behind 2 doors are goats, and the other door is a car. YOU WANT THE CAR (even if you don't, just pretend). You pick a door. Before it is opened, the show host opens one of the 2 remaining doors. It is a goat, because the host knows which door holds the car, and obviously wouldn't open that one. After the door has been opened, you have the choice to stay with your original door, or switch to the other closed door. If you switch, you have a 2 in 3 chance of getting the car. Weird, huh? Seems like it's 50 50.

So, why? Well, since 2 doors are goats, you have a 66% chance of originally picking a car. The only other goat door is opened, so therefore if you switch from a goat, you HAVE to get the car, since there is only 2 goats. True, you may have originally picked the car, but that is only a 33% chance (1 in 3), rather than a 66% chance. If this doesn't make sense, watch this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhlc7peGlGg

We wrote letters yesterday to the mathematician you said that it was not 1/2 but 2/3. A lot of other mathematicians said it was 1/2, and she was a complete idiot. But we did a similar scenario in class about 420 times (30 per partner) and got about 2/3 winning and 1/3 losing when we switched.

What's awesome/fail/sad is that we humans are so stuck-up and refuse to admit we are wrong, even though there is plenty evidence to prove it.

WOW! Long post.

Half-Brother Review

Ben Tomlin is a regular 13 year-old boy. It is the 1970’s and he has just moved to Victoria, BC with his parents and newborn brother, Zan. There’s just one difference between his family and others- Zan is a chimpanzee.

Ben’s parents are scientists, and for their latest project, they decided to adopt a baby chimpanzee. They would raise it as a human and teach it sign language. At first Ben is uncomfortable around Zan and hesitant to call him his brother, but Zan quickly grows on him. They have fun communicating with sign language and playing. Meanwhile, Ben is also starting at a new school with new teachers, friends, and girls. He must manage a regular teen’s life as well as be a loving, supporting and caring brother, teacher and playmate for Zan. Zan is growing older and although he has been raised identically to a human child, his chimpanzeesinstincts are still a prominent feature. He becomes rambunctious and even dangerous. The family faces important decisions about the family and the future of “Project Zan”. But when they don’t receive an important grant, the future of Zan seems doomed. After all, Project Zan is really just an experiment, and what happens when the experiment is over?

Ben’s father shows no fatherly love towards Zan. He treats him like a scientific specimen and loses the faith that Zan can learn sign language, when he has learned more language than a human baby his age would have. Ben’s father implements techniques that are controversial among the family and team of students, who help care for and teach Zan. One of those techniques is the use of a “Learning Chair”, which Zan and Ben both hate. I sympathized with Zan and Ben as I read their struggles with the chair and father. The book was very well-written and I became angry with some of the characters, specifically Ben’s father.

I learned a lot about animal testing and whether wild/exotic animals should be kept as pets. It prompted me to reconsider my own beliefs on these issues. I was outraged at the poor conditions some animals are kept in. This book was excellently written, except I felt the back cover gave away too much of the book. I also thought the real ‘core’ problem that was in the climax came a bit late. But other than that it was thought-provoking, engrossing, and very descriptive of the feelings the characters experienced. I felt like I was really there with Zan, and was sad when the book ended, because I wouldn’t get to ‘see’ Zan anymore! I would recommend this book to anyone and everyone who likes a good, deep read.

I submitted this review to a contest to win a book!

Moose Poem

My chubby hands press against the door

My breath fogging up the glass

I hear the sounds of a family of moose

Chomp

Chomp

Clop

Chomp

Chomp

The youngest one looks up

For a moment it is just me and the moose

We gaze into each other's eyes

Penetrating the glass barrier between us

That moment passes

The moose looks away

And goes back to chomping

I will remember that moment

For a long time

Watching the beauty of nature

Meet my eyes


The poem is based on a true story- I was way younger though.

Out My Window (Poem)

Out my window
The world spins by
From toddlers to marathon runners
Do you see the smile?
Look a little harder
It's a constant race through time

Out my window
A child cries
The playground is so wonderful
Who would want to leave?
But away she is whisked
To her it's a crime

Out my window
A homeless man begs
His life is in your hands
A little help please?
Buy that cheap hot dog
It'll brighten his day

Out my window
There's Chinese and Spanish
From cookies to relish
Is there any alike?
All this diversity
It can't seem to stop

Out my window
It's all just a blur
But look down into it's depths
Are the details there?
So look a little harder
And see all the little things

Spring Break Camp

Hello again!
Today was the last day of camp for me. I was doing Classical Animation and Creative Drama. In Animation we learned and made our own pixilation (animating people, claymation (animating clay), regular stop-motion (just animating objects), and flipbooks. Oh, and today we did whiteboard animation. :P

In drama we did drama games, like Freeze. In freeze you have 2 people doing a scene together, and then someone yells out "Freeze!". Then the actors freeze. Somebody comes up and takes the place and frozen pose of an actor, then start a totally new scene using the position they are in. It's sooo fun!
I also got applications for theatre programs that you have to audition for or be referred to to get into. They are really cool!
Bye for now!

Contest

The contest is canceled because nobody signed up. :(

Poem and a Contest

My pen roars across the page
A lawnmower at full blast
He reaches the end
And spins on his head
Only to start mowing once more

My fingers fly around the keyboard
A tap dancer's energetic dance
They finish the phrase
And begin the word 'bays'
A crazy line of letters to come

My quill prances up and down the page
A skipping schoolchild playing
She runs out of fuel
Takes a dip in the ink pool
Dainty and quiet all the while

A poem is a poem
No matter the form
Remember that, my dear little child


Liked it?

I'm going to have poem contest! Your task is to write a poem on any subject. I will pick one winner and they will win a million dollars! Just kidding. They win a poem about them. So... sign up! There is no limit for participants, but your poem is due March 14th. Get it to me in any way you can, whether it be by email if you know mine, New Moon Girls (awesome website), or commenting below! TTYL!

Rain, A Walk, and an Update

Just a cracked piece of tape.

A tree. Yeah.

A car tire.

Rain that is really shimmery and is really cool and looks like snow on my balcony! It's awesome!

Another pic of the rain.

Darn forgot the update. :P

Isn't it funny?

A post I originally intended to be essay format, but now it's a poem.

Isn't it funny?
Isn't it funny
The peculiar way
Your dad's fancy printing
Matches the one on the card?
Isn't it funny
That the butcher wasn't the murderer
As he claims he was getting
The Sunday mail?
Isn't it funny
That the new shoes you bought
Have the flag of China
Imprinted in their soles?
But no, they weren't made in China!
And no, of course mail comes on Sundays, you dimwit!
Oh, and in case you were wondering
Dad didn't write that note!
We believe the funniest things, eh?
Psst, Santa died.

Rain!

It's been POURING since I woke up this morning. Like, seriously pouring. I only went out to go grocery shopping with my dad, and even for just that short CAR trip, I got quite wet. So here's a picture and a poem about rain to honour the weather.

Rain

Tap, tap, tap
You drum your fingers against my window
Splash, splash, splash
Your puddles are out-of-order swimming pools
Slop, slop, slop
My pants are soaked, cause soccer's only canceled when you turn to snow
Screech, screech, screech
More cars are out, their inhabitants too timid to face you
Drip, drip, drip
You rush through the gutters and fall down into the bucket below
Ahh, ahh, ahh
At last you cease and the wonderful sun takes your place

A rocky corner of the beach.

Little mini waterfall out of like, a stream diverter thing where the water goes under the path in a pipe.

The fence. I quite like this picture, just cause of the clarity... and yeah.

Soap or foam or something on a mini stream, the one with the diverter.

A tree with a moss patch and some other cool white patch. I like close up photos like this. They're cool.

3 tree stumps.


I took all these pictures at a park and a beach. That sounded weird. Oh well.

Me loves new camera!!

I have a new camera, well, actually this is kinda late news, it's a week old now! Happy 1 week birthday, camera!
Anyways, it's a Canon Powershot sx210 and I love it! It was 299.99 without tax, though. Expensive, but worth it! Here are some pictures I've taken with it.

This is just a book and a magazine on my desk. It's using Miniature effect. which blurs the top and bottom of the photo.

My dirty window. :)

Shoes hanging from a telephone wire or something like that, people do that a lot for some reason.

The clouds made this cool polka-dot pattern in the sky.

My stuffed wolf with HUGE eyes!! I thought the angle made him look kinda determined and proud, as if watching a battle, whose moves and attack plans he designed.

New camera ROX!