Love Is Deeper than Anything

      I got in a fight with my relative and I ended up cleaning my whole room (cleaning is what I do when I'm frustrated) but maybe that was the positive outcome. My relative isn't exactly young and I was sitting on my bed preparing to sleep when I remembered a story my Grandpa told us. It's not so much of a story as it's a real life example that can teach a lesson.


      A man that my Grandpa knows had his wife die a few years ago. No health problems or illnesses close to her death, it was just old age. She walked in after she finished gardening and said she was going to lay down because she was feeling "funny" and out of order. He said, "Yes dear." and she left the room. Two hours after she went to lay down her husband went into their bedroom to check on where she lay sleeping on the couch. She had died in her sleep. The last thing he had said to her was "Yes dear."


      We all wish that, if someone we know has to die, that our last words will be good ones. Nobody wants to be angry and in a fight with another person then have that person die. You never know if they were thinking of you as they died, and you will always wish your last words had been something different.

      My relation and I were not yelling or screaming at each other, it was just my general teenage-ness that cause a big cleaning spree at ten o'clock at night. This was somewhat our conversation:

      "You guys have to be out of the house before nine tomorrow, I have some kids coming over for lessons and a recital." She said, sitting in her comfy red chair.
      Standing across the room, Rabecca smiled and said with a flipant air, "Well I'll have to get up at six then. To do my hair, makeup, get dressed-"
      "And to clean the bathroom."
      Frowning as she looked at her Rabecca didn't know whether her Grandmother was joking or not so she decided to go with the more pleasant idea. Laughing she said, "Right now? Why do I have to do it?" Standing as she was she imagined the small bathroom shared between the seven grandkids usually inhabiting the house. It was a filthy place but it always had been, Rabecca couldn't imagine it truly clean.
      Rabecca had always been shy around adults because with most of them she felt young, inexperienced, niave, and she could never tell what the older people were feeling. Senior citizens were the most nerve wracking, their intelligence being to wide that Rabecca had no idea what could possibly be going on inside their heads. As for jokes she always waited until someone else laughed first, fearing the consequence of laughing at something that wasn't supposed to be funny.
      Suddenly her face became serious and she said, "You're going to do it right now. You can help too missy." Pointing a finger at Rabecca's little sister, she stood and continued speaking, "You can use the stuff I have in my cupboard, I'll show you how." Walking away, Rabecca stared in first bewilderment then confusion.
      It was ten o'clock at night and she wanted Rabecca to clean the bathroom that probably had dirt from 1997 in it? What had Rabecca done wrong? Was this a punishment? Surely it was but she couldn't think of anything that could warrant such a unfair treatment. Maybe she'd been a little too high on her self when she'd asked why she had to do it, but they'd been joking! At least... Rabecca had thought they were.
      Deciding to ask her mother as the offending woman went down the hallway with cleaning supplies she tried for a smile, "I can't tell if she's joking or not."
      Suddenly her head popped out from the bathroom, "Oh I'm serious! Come here girls." So they both obeyed and fit themselves inside the bathroom. "Have you ever cleaned a bathroom before?" Rabecca had but she shook her head, preoccupied with her thoughts.

      What had she done the warranted cleaning the bathroom at ten o'clock at night? Further more why would she make Rabecca do it at ten o'clock at night? It was bed time, past bed time if you actually followed the house rules. What had Rabecca done? Rabecca felt her eyes fill up with tears, she'd always hated it when adults yelled at her. Anybody yelling at her when Rabecca wasn't angry as well made Rabecca cry.
      "Have I hurt your feelings?" Her voice was impatient and tart as she looked up from pouring cleaning powder around the sink rim.
      Lashing out like a wounded animal, Rabecca said with a wobbly voice, "It's ten o'clock at night and you're mad at me and making me clean the sink when I don't even know what I did to make you mad."
      "I'm not mad."
      "You're yelling at me!" More tears followed after the others, tracking down her cheeks. Rabecca felt even worse because her amazing cousin walked by and saw her crying, his face frowning. She was crying uncontrollably and the most amazing cousin who felt no pain, never seemed to become angry or sad, was seeing her. It was humiliating as well as confusing, making Rabecca cry even more.
      "Oh just go to bed and I'll clean it. I'm just the tired one but you go on to bed. Good night girls." And she prodded them sharply from the bathroom, into their small ramshackle bedroom. Rabecca's little sister sat right down and started readying herself for bed but Rabecca couldn't because her cheeks were still being flooded with tears.
      Suddenly angry she started tearing shirts from her suitcase and folding them, moving her hands because the only other choice she had was pretend to go to sleep.


      I didn't understand and I was trying to be funny but that started an entire argument that ending in the house being shinier and me sitting in my bed thinking, "What if she died tonight? The last thing I would have said to her was 'Why do I have to clean it?" My mom suggested I run upstairs and tell her I love her but I tried to say I wouldn't mean it but that was a lie.

I quickly changed my mind and ran up the stairs and hugged her, telling her I was sorry for becoming snobby and for being angry at her. I felt so much better than I had when I hadn't said I loved her that I knew I's done the right thing.


      Her hug and apology for being a little impatient with me will stick in my mind for a long time because even the wisest of people can act like an immature teenager (who does that sound like? ... give you a hint... it's the writer of this blog) and get angry at a person they love. It also helped cement the knowledge that she loves me... at times I doubt it but now I have something to look back on and say to myself... see she does love you! Never think thats she doesn't.

      Love is the most precious thing we have in this world, if we let it slip away then we have failed in our lives. You can have all the money in the world but if you leave behind no one who loves you then your life meant nothing. I found that out tonight and I would like to ask you few readers... if you read this then forgive the people you love then forget, because love is the most important thing you can get.


Irish Princess
            (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Happy 4th Folks… even if it's the 14th

      I meant to write this on the fourth but my day was taken up with breakfast at the park then an afternoon and night BBQ. I love the 4th of July though. It's the booming fire crackers, the sparkly ground fireworks, and the amazing aerials. 


      Sitting on the curb listening to Jeff Dunham with one ear, my Grandma's neighbors with the other, and watching the sparklers in all the little kid's hands it hit me. The 4th is such a happy occasion because it marks the beginning of the holiday season. Everyone likes the BBQ's and the fireworks, unless your antisocial, because it creates a sense of neighborhood. It creates a stronger sense of family which people seem to have lost lately. (Now don't click out, thinking this is just another "Families are lost and teenagers are the route of sin in the modern world!" thing cause it's not. This is an honest post about how people seem to have forgotten what family is and why we have a family. And it helps that this post is from a teenager… I won't be cussing them out because I am a teenager and I don't think we're that bad.)

Yes, I'm only fourteen but I do notice things around me. I take pride on how I can talk to my family without being the classic teenager. My Dad and I talk politics, my Mom and I talk about our dreams and (yes i know) her boyfriends and what I want my boyfriends to be. I talk to my sister and we laugh and hug regularly. I got in a petty little fight maybe once last year, this year not at all. I don't consider the grumpy moods or the biting comments fighting because it's not, it's just the way we interact. I think that families don't have to be Pleasant Ville but we don't have to be separate people wishing only for the comfort of friends so you can "get away from my family".


      During the BBQ I saw my grandparents, cousins, and two of my siblings connect and didn't a fight… it was pretty surreal. My family isn't the separate unit type but usually there is some bickering going on. I love the family and I love everything about how parents take care of the kids then the kids take care of the parents while raising their kids... the whole wheel of caring and taking care of each other is something totally based in the family.


      I just wanted to say happy fourth of july, even though I'm writing this on the fourteenth.


Irish Princess
(in my dreams)
Rabecca Riches

Reality TV

      My Aunt recently introduced me to reality TV. You know, The Real Housewives of Orange County (New York City or New Jersey) and the Bachelorette or Bachelor. I think that the Bachelor and Bachelorette are some what pretty good shows even though most of it is publicity and fake, but the Real Housewives is ridiculous and most of it is because these women want attention. All drama! But for a writer like me, it was fascinatingly annoying instead of just annoying.

      What people will do for attention is astounding. The ladies would meet each other and swear that they'd "always been a good friend to" such and such person but then the camera would go to their private interview and they'd diss and gossip about the person they'd just sworn was their best friend. And you have to know that these ladies watch the show and see everything the other girls say about them. The things they would say was infuriating because the women wouldn't listen to each other when they were with each other! They would listen to one thing then go off on a tirade and rant about how "She wrote 'congrats on redoing your house'... what's that supposed to mean?!?"


      My question is this: If these ladies weren't so dramatic, self centered, and totally selfish then these reality shows wouldn't exist because nobody would watch them. When the women are nice, nobody watches the show so the producers ask the ladies to gossip more or start a fight with their ex-best friend. I felt sad for these women because they are making themselves miserable and fighting needlessly just for TV ratings. People watch the show to see how bad their attitudes are because it makes them feel good about their life, or it gives them ammo for a diss war with their enemies. 

      And the Bachelorette, here's my major problem. This girl is putting herself on TV and looking through 20 guys then narrowing down to one in epic dates. But she'd have no problem dating out in the real world because she is beautiful and very nice and a very good person. So really this girl has all these guys at her beck and call and she gets to decide who stays or goes. Yes, maybe she wants to find true love but I think anybody who does a Bachelor show is a bit of a player. Why? All those people of their opposite gender are at the beck and call and I think it's slightly childish and fickle.


      For example, those guys are from every corner of the country and you never know what you're getting. For example, with the guy that she sent away. He went on the show to promote his business and himself but while he was with the Bachelorette he lied and made her fall in love with him. The latest news was that he came back on the show and set off a whole bunch of complaints with the guys on the show. He was a cheat and a scammer but the girl thinks she loves him. But I am sure that most of that is publicity. Sure, she might really like him. Maybe he was told from the start to be the bad guy so she could magically "change" him even after he was sent away. Nobody knows but the producers and that's why everyone is addicted to the show sooo much. 


      Anyway, this post was written because I want to tell somebody that these shows are not real! This is not the way real life goes. Normal people grow up with friends and family they love then they find a person to spend eternity with, the normal dating way, and they live out their lives normally. Sure sometimes they fall away from their friends but thats the way life goes. It's the way life goes and there's nothing you can do. I've learned to deal with it because some people don't know what they want so they go to TV shows and adopt what other people want. That's the cause of all the drama every where.

      I ask you to think about what you want out of life. Think about the fact that some of your unhappiness is caused by the shows you watch. What do you watch? MTV or Disney? Is your friend life happy or filled with secrets and lies? 


      Think about your life and ask yourself, "Is my life mine or MTV's?"


      Something to think about
Irish Princess (in my dreams)
            Rabecca Riches

Country Music

      I am a lover of country, pop, boy band rock, rock, classical, everything Celtic, some jazz, and some blue grass music. But I would choose country over all the rest of them because I was raised on it and some of my happiest memories have country music tied into them.

      People today seem to have the idea that all country music is about big trucks and beer. That country music is nothing more than the ranting of drunk hicks who recently came back in from the fields where they harvested their latest crop of tobacco, who started drinking and got two words to rhyme.

      I'm here to set those people straight. Yes, some music is about that but that's maybe one percent. Most of it is about family, patriotism, and it teaches lessons that need to be reenforced in the falling apart society. Songs are coming out with titles of "I Just Had Sex", "Blood on the Dance Floor", and "My Humps" which were taboo words a few years ago. Teenager stars are singing songs about those things when they're only 14, 10 year olds are dating, and teenagers are getting pregnant left and right. Country music might have some bad songs but most of them are good songs.

      Country has these things:
- understandable lyrics
- singable lyrics
- reasonable beat
- fun stories or meaningful lessons

      Country doesn't have:
- obscene amount of cussing
- heavy bass that causes deafness
- meaningless hippy words that preach dissing your family and doing drugs
- words describing things that should never be said

- the music videos aren't embarrassing to have your parents see

      I watched a movie, Forever Strong, and it had a part that I really liked. "We will not do anything that embarrasses us, our friends, or our family" I thought that line was amazing because it should be true. If your embarrassed about playing music or saying words in front of your parents then you shouldn't be doing that stuff away from them.

      But I digress from the subject I promised to talk about.

     Country is not the hick's beer song everyone thinks it is, Perhaps people don't listen to it anymore because you can't jump up and down to it, or maybe it's because it makes a person think about things. I like it because it has kept my family rooted in good values and I can sing along to the song (you can't sing along prettily to Smack That.) which is half of why I love it. I don't know who you are but if your reading this just know that just because Country has a few bad songs about beer and trucks, just think of how many songs there are of drugs, sex, and cheating there are in the popular genres? How would they compare to the amount of beer songs in country music?

      I love country and that's why I would choose it over everything else. Country makes a person stop and look at the things that really matter, not just being sexy so you can grind on a random person at a club where fighting and cheating happens every night.

      P.S. This blog was sparked by someone I just met who claimed country music was all about beer, trucks, and more beer. I gently made them think about their words with basically the same words I used in this post, besides, their words weren't even theirs. It was something they heard from someone else who was cooler then them so they decided to copy and try and be "cooler" too.

Irish Princess (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Wish I Could Skate

      So I'm with my cousins in Utah for Summer Break, the second day we were here we went to the skate park and the girls sat in the grass and chatted while the two boys went on their bike and skateboard and did tricks. It was the first time I've ever been to a skate park and I thought it was really cool.

      I have a skate board but all I can do is stand on it and roll a short way before I fearfully jump off. My cousin can do all sorts or tricks and I stand in awe of him. I wish I could skate like him. My cousin is nice and humble but he can skate so well that even he can't brush it off as "nothing"

      This same cousin told me as we were walking back to the house that the hottest thing he'd ever seen was a girl skateboarding at the park and actually doing tricks instead of rolling around squealing. Most guys wouldn't care much about girls skateboarding but coming from a guy who is "the" skater in our family this was a revelation. It made me start to wonder, guys have hobbies right? Gaming, running, swimming, camping, painting, guitar playing... do they like it when girls can match their skill level or at least keep up with them? Because if girls could meet and date guys who enjoyed the same hobbies they did the world would be much simpler.

      For example; I like playing the guitar and writing, painting, and other artistic things. If I could meet a guy who liked the same things I do then we'd have that much more to talk about. Don't get me wrong, the strong and smart guys who fit the bill for "tall, dark. and handsome" appeal to me too but being able to hang with a guy who laughs at the same jokes I do, enjoys the same things I do, and who doesn't think my dreams are slightly foolish would be a dream come true.

      But where to find a guy who fits my bill?

      Isn't it weird to imagine that your boyfriends, even your husband (or "girlfriends, even your wife" if you're a guy) is growing up right now? That he's doing things and learning in school, getting hurt and getting lessons learned? My question is, where would I find a guy who likes the same things I do without using a website? I could go hang out places that people who like the things I like hang out but that means choosing one thing I like above all else. I like all of my hobbies equally for different reasons. Some are potential jobs, others are for my pure pleasure and won't earn me anything.

     This brings me back to my earlier comment. My cousin found a girl skater hot, and he said she wasn't the prettiest girl to ever cross his path. Would a guy who like writing or guitar playing find me cooler then most of his girl friends because I did the thing he liked to do? I don't know. I wish I could skate like that girl, or play the guitar well enough to feel good about going to a spot where other people who played the guitar hung out so I'd be able to meet guys who played the guitar.

      In short, I wish I could be like that girl I never knew, who had the courage to do what she loved in front of others and in turn, earning the respect of several guys.

      I've begun to find out that guys aren't really all that hard to impress. Some guys like the skimpy clothes and fake faces but most guys I know like smiling girls who are true to themselves. Like I asked around if guys liked this profile pic or that one. Most guys told this one, the one where I was kissing my dog and laughing. I had my other one where I was looking sultry and it was taken from above so you could see all the way down my shirt... the guys liked the playful picture more. That was amazing. Movies and tv would have us believe that girls have to be sultry all the time, but really guys like a girl who can be true to herself and skate in a skatepark and just laugh and have fun. I wish I could be like that girl and be myself enough that I could do something I love and unintentionally catch the interest of guys who liked the things I liked.

Irish Princess (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Music, Expressing Things That Can't Be Said

      Music has always been a part of our culture, whether cave man or sophisticated king. Like the tale of Pan, the god of wild things and the pan flute, music has always been so strong that it takes up a part of our history.

      I believe that music is a way to say love, hate, sadness, or jealousy without ever saying a word. It's the most powerful type of talking because it invokes feelings so that the listener can take the music and make it part of him. Nowadays it's hard to get feelings from music because it's all heart throbbing, jumping up and down, mash pit stuff that talks about sex and late nights at the club with a newfound beau. It used to be that music was wordless and only used the emotions of the listener to give it it's power. Maybe it's a personal thing with me, but I think that the reason people like the mash pit music is because it is safer and easier to listen to then symphonies and great ballads. For example, I recently listened to a track that told the story of a man. He falls in love with a woman but it's a false love, she betrays him and ends up being burned alive for being a witch. Yet while she's dying he still loves her and he pledges his heart to the girl. But, as all stories do, his life moves and and he forgets about her. But when he dies he goes to hell to be tormented by a hag he discovers is the soul of that witch. It's a difficult piece of music to figure out and it teaches a lesson.

      Music that has only words of love and lust is easy to listen to so most of the populace listens to that and they distain anything with the words "old", "modest", or "symphony" near it. It takes a bit of time to be able to listen to classical music and not die of boredom. It also takes a mature mind... little kids can listen to classical music but everything they hear is a blur and all they see in their heads is swirls and bursts of color. To close your eyes and see and feel a song is a wonderful but hard-won thing.

      What brought this on you ask?

      I recently went to a high school concert for the end of the year to showcase all their hard work. It was a wonderful concert but all my friends confided that they found all the songs - except for the violin rendition of Apologize - boring. I don't know how, my foot was tapping along to all the songs. But when I think about it, I realize that they have only been exposed to the mash pit music and therefore the slower, more meaningful songs such as the Cannon Waltz and Swan Lake would seem boring and slow to them. There is a reason those songs are still listened to after one hundred years while Justin Beiber will be older than Bob Marley by the time I turn twenty five. I love them dearly, but my friends have been close minded to listening to music. As a favor to your favorite Irish Princess, listen to a song called "In the Hall of the Mountain King" with an open mind. It might surprise you what happens when you just let go of your walls and listen for the little muse inside you that can tell you the next great idea. Music feeds our muse, and not just Katy Perry and Lady Gaga. Try some Beetles, Beach boys, Rockapella, and if you're brave enough to open you eyes wide enough try some Hayden and Gershwin.

      Being able to listen with an open mind to a century old piece of music takes skill and willingness that shows you are an open mided individual who can think for yourself and make up your own moral and prefrences. Even if it's not in style at the moment, being true to yourslf and who you are is an important part and everyone.

      To cap off this enlightening post, I will request two things. One, the request I said above and Two, when you go to the next school concert or hear a ballad on the radio, try and listen without instantly scoffing and walking away. You might surprise yourself with who you are.

Irish Princess
      (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Scottish Clans

      I am trying to find out if I can join a scottish clan or not, even though I have no idea if any of my blood has come from Scotland.

      It's probable that I have some scottish blood in me, my Dad's family came from Northern Europe countries but the problem is I don't know which clan would be mine, how I could join it, or even if I can. I'm an American and therefore I can't really claim any one nationality because I was raised eating sausages and pizza in the same meal, two nationalities that are no where near each other but mixed together in American society. I wish I could claim to be scottish, that I could eat haggis without puking, and dance the fast songs without tripping over my feet but I can't say any of that.

      All my life I've wanted to go to Scotland or Ireland (though Ireland sounds more fun in the sense of stories, Scotland has a lot more history and places to see though someone could argue it is the opposite way around.) This entire thing has been brought on because I am going to Scotland for slightly more than a week this summer and I really want to be able to claim that I do, in some small way, belong there more than a common tourist. But because I'm shy about asking for things in person, I'm writing this now is hopes that one of the people who glance at my blog while they browse can comment and answer my question.

Irish Princess
      (in my dreams)
Becca

Skipping Class... :'(

      It doesn't count when you accidentally skip class right?

      I know how that sounds, like some cock and bull story that a kid would tell to get out of detention. But seriously, I'm going to school tomorrow and asking for detention because I feel horrible about the whole thing. But I have an honest good reason because I AM NOT THE KIND OF PERSON WHO CUTS CLASS! I promise.

      When I read I get sucked into the book and don't surface for anything, unless someone yells my name while shaking me so I lose my spot on the page. I'm serious, World War 111 could start and I wouldn't realize until a bullet slammed into my body. I can read for the entire day - forget to eat, move, hydrate - and I won't really notice. My Mom calls it me going into a coma. Truthfully this is all Mrs. Social Studies Class Teacher's fault because she gave me the book.

      The book in question is First Light, a story about a boy and a girl who are cousins but have never met each other. The Girl, Thea (can't tell if it's said Tia or Thea) who lives under the ice of Greenland where her people fled to from medieval Britain. She's never seen the sun or sky, never felt wind and she wants to find a way to expand her people's land but she ends up finding a path to the surface. The boy is taken by his father to Greenland for researching the glaciers. I loved the book, it had so many twists and turns and it was a descriptive paradise that I loved. I loved it a bit too much though.

      I recently came back from a basketball tournament (we got 4th place out of 6 teams, I know... pitiful) where I pulled a muscle. It really hurt and I couldn't do Gym today so my teacher sent me to the library to read a book. This book was the before mentioned First Light, which I ended up finishing in that one sitting. I looked around, saw my friends walking away and assumed the were walking to fourth block.

      Turns out that they were going to the buses because school was over. Yes, I'd been so absorbed in my book that I'd missed the last block. But honestly it wasn't entirely my fault (mostly it was but not totally) because our school has no fourth block bell, the librarians didn't call out their usual "Time to go Middle School!" warning, and the author was just so stinking good that I couldn't put the book down.

      Not my fault right? ...Nah, it was my fault. I'm just a retard person who gets sucked into books and loses all track of time, causing a probable telling off in the future.

      Yeah, that's my fascinating story into the life of a writing/reading -aholic who can't keep her head straight enough to notice that 3 hours had gone by, taking 2 class periods and a chance to improve my spanish grade with it. Yup... I'm such a dumby.

      Irish Princess (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Long Time No See Eh?

      So... I'm not going to apologize for not writing for almost a whole month, not even going on Blogger for a whole month, and being totally absorbed in my writing that I could hardly bother to check my e-mail. So... because I am not humbly apologizing for me ignoring you, my five readers, I'll just move on to what I came to talk about today.


      www.fetchmp3.com

      I was introduced to this heavenly website by a friend who will remain un-named. Basically it is one of those down-loadable sites for songs. We've all seen our share of them. This one, however skeptical you may be about using sites such as this, is different. Special. It get the downloads from You-Tube meaning you can find any video and turn it into a sound file to put on Itunes and onto your Ipod. For example, I just finished downloading I Need a Hero by Bonnie Tyler. It is simple really, you go on youtube, find the song you want, copy the URL, then paste in the search bar of the site. It finds the song you chose, you click the + symbol and it downloads. Tada! You have a new, freely-gotten, song to put on your Ipod.


      I love music but I don't have much money to spend on it, or if I do it takes forever for me actually to remember to go to the computer and click the BUY NOW button. This site is easy to use and you can be listening on youtube, find a song you just gotta have, then have it on your ipod two minutes later (if you have a fast internet, if not then it's ten minutes at the most) to rock out to.


      I figured I should share this little nugget with all of you... all five of you... anyway, I love this site and right now I'm being annoyingly repetitive so I'll say so long,though not as long as a month this time.


Irish Princess
      (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Make Sense?

   Does it make sense, I ask you with a honest humble heart, to do forty math questions for math homework? Does it make sense to make up with perhaps eighty or twelve hundred because you missed two night of math home work? Does it make sense to do math at all?

   I shall giveth my answer.

   NO!

   I missed three nights of homework. I am now supposed to do all of them! I know it's my fault but I'm entitled to whine a bit because I HAVE A LIFE! Oh my gosh! I do, yes I really do Mrs. Pre-Algebra teacher. Just because we only have your class every other day, doesn't mean you get to compensate by piling on homework! And you expect me you get it all done? Phft.

   I am a slightly lazy person, I understand that. But that doesn't mean I can't do math problems... the only problem is I have no motivation and personally I could really care less. It might be bad of me to say that but I don't care. I care about my grade in everything else, except Math because I find it worthless to me and my future.

   Not that I won't be doing addition and subtraction, multiplication and division every day but when will I ever have to find a variable in an equation with more letters than numbers (isn't that considered english, if a problem has more letters than numbers?) I think it is pointless.

   Just a waste of my life, yes I know it teaches you how to learn but can't they just teach me to learn in i dunno... english or gym? It's not like I'm going to become a math teacher or professor. I'll be going to college for the guys ladies, that it! I'll take a year or three then I'll be done with school!

   Anyway, I mentioned this same homework in a post prior to this one and I still haven't done it though I got my entire twenty-eight page art project done in one night... see? I can do things when I put my mind to it. But I'll be a good girl in this last dash for the end of the year  of middle school and I'll do all my homework from now on, but I'm not doing the previous homework because I am not insane.

   Yes. I promise to all you readers right now. From this moment to the end of the year I will get my homework done before writing and musical pursuits, even if it kills me (and trust me... it might) I would like to pass high school... getting a high school diploma is an important thing for college. Besides, I don't want to repeat middle school... that would suck to high heaven.

  Goodbye faithful readers, witnesses of my promise of certain death by thought

   Irish Princess
(in my dreams)
   Rabecca

Anime Background Pictures

   I was searching for a background picture for my blog and I found some totally amazing anime pictures that are good quality and at least bigger than 100 KB. My favorite is at the top and they go down from best to still pretty awesome... I love all of them!


The guitar playing girl, my personal favorite seeing as i play the guitar myself and this is a very good drawing of a guitar.

My next favorite is the Final Kiss, I love this because it's apparent in the simple love and I like the cherry tree blossoms. Cheesy but totally romantic.

Third one down is the witch, she's really cool and I like the sassy folded arms and cute clothes, totally not the stereotype wart-nosed-witch.

   Fourth is none other than the fiery samurai sword princess Bizzan. Yes, she is wearing no clothes but in anime the "magical transformations" make the character naked... at least her hair covers her up. I love the vengeance but also the beauty made by the fire flowers in the background.

Flowers and Innocence is expressed in this next one, fifth one down. It is amazing the detail put into this. Look closely and you can see the shell of her ear and the  shadow inside her sleeve, the fence and trees are exquisite too.

   Next comes the haunted looking vampire straight from anime Twilight in sixth place, I like the dark colors and the wings but there also seems to be an innocent look on her face, the lace and ribbon bonnet making her seem young and delicate. I love the detail in the dress, the crossing laces and the ruffled sleeves, the way her shoes, headband, and dress match (which never happens in real life folks)

   It was a hard choice to choose between this being sixth and seventh but the vampire won. As close seventh is the magical girl in a drooping dress and with wings and a belt necklace. I love the sleep like quality, like sleeping beauty as she walks through the thorns to touch a glowing green light. I am envious of the way the artist made her limbs curved and soft looking without making it childish.

Eight goes to the slave woman chained in a puddle with pick flowers. Her hair is purple but that seems natural, though maybe I would have drawn her with some clothes on. I like the hand reaching out for help, it makes the viewer want to help her. Brown eyes convey innocence and mortality (everyone knows an immortal can't have brown eyes, unless he's Jacob)

Nine goes to umbrella lady in the boat. While it seems that her skirts would drag or a flower petal would get in her big brown doe eyes, it doesn't. Angel rays and the sun umbrella communicate innocence while the clothes convey that her time is certainty not the twenty first century.

Last in tenth place is the black haired schoolgirl looking over her shoulder in surprise while having an umbrella made of a leaf. This is only last because... the others were better but I love this one all the same. Her mouth is just a shadow and a small pit of pink, her eyes brow just a small line hidden by her bangs, but her expression is unmistakable. Maybe there's the boy she likes or she's just confused. What I like most it that her eyes are black and gray yet she's certainty not evil. The raised finger tells of dainty elegance.

   I love anime and I like to draw it but these surpass anything I have ever drawn. I don't know who the artists are and i haven't a clue of where I got the photos other than I found them on Google images. I own nothing and I didn't have a hand in creating these works of art but I find myself enchanted with each one. Though anime is Japanese and I love Ireland, I'm allowed to have a little diversity.  Anime is hard to draw but these make my drawings look like doodles... until next time...

   Irish Princess
(in my dreams)
Rabecca

Dogs

   Bulldogs are an amazing, gorgeously ugly.
   Last night my Dad told us we were talking the dog of a Marine who's leaving for Afghanistan, an ugly bulldog with a big overbite and sleepy eyes whose name is Jiggs after the Marine Corps... I don't know exactly what jiggs comes from but it's something to do with the Marine Corps. I love her already.

   She plays tug'o'war (actually she wins tug'o'war by pulling me over and tackling me) and she barks, she also loves to be petted and she' not actually that bad looking though she's certainty no beauty. This is her, laughing at us as we try and get her to pose and then it's her posing, obviously just humoring us by doing as we ask.

   I think that, even though she isn't exactly the beauty queen that she's perfect. She even knows tricks! (she can shake your hand, but only when she's calm and sitting) Jiggs loves playing and she's hyper, though maybe that's because her time schedule is messed up.

   Her owner used to leave her in a crate al day then take her out at night so she didn't sleep at all last night (Ha! She sleeps in my sister's room so she was barking all night and... well, serves her right for making my parents let the dog sleep in her room) At this moment we are watching her to make sure she doesn't take any naps so she's actually fall asleep tonight.

   Just a little history on my family and dogs:

   My family has always had a dog, wether is was our Great Dane Brutis (big as a friggin horse, at least it seemed like that to to me when I was four) or our Dachshund Dellie (that didn't last long at all) we have always had at least one dog.  Other pets have come along, like my Guinea Pig and Mom's parakeets, but our must-have was a dog.

   Last year, when I lived in Virginia we lived in a rented house. The land lord said pets were okay... as long as we paid around four thousand a year for possible damage (it wasn't even that great of a house, totally a cookie cutter bird house the same as every other house in the neighborhood). Suffice to say my parents said no to getting a dog. We lived like that for two years, whenever we saw a dog we'd fawn and coo over it because we were dog starved. Then I found out we were moving, I cheered up because we'd certainty get a dog in the next place, even if the next place turned out to be Saudi Arabia.

   But then... my Dad told us all that we had another two years to wait because my parents didn't want a mutt and they wanted a dog that they'd take with them where ever they went. Alas, my entire family became dog starved again. Our moral sank and our esteem of ourselves fell, we even stooped so low as to begin to feed the wild cats that live in our complex sardines and tuna.

   We babysat a golden retriever... her name was Bella Monster... for a good reason. An absolutely horrible dog, peeing on the carpets when she got excited and she didn't know how to play tug'o'war (which is a sin for dogs). Nevertheless, we were so starved that we loved her even though she chewed up my favorite pair of shoes.

   Months went by, dogs were forgotten as we became absorbed in our lives. Every once in a while we would sigh and reminisce about all of our old dogs then sigh and say "We need a dog." Dad would say, "Sorry but not now." And life would move on.

   When Dad told us that we were picking up a dog in twenty minutes, I thought it was another babysitting job or just a cruel joke. When he said that we'd be having to find a place for her to sleep and discussing wether getting a bulldog was a smart idea, I realized he was truly serious.

   We were getting a dog.

   We got a dog.

   We have a dog!

   After three years of horrible dry faces and hands, of perfect shoes, and tug-less tug'o'war ropes, we finally had a dog! Yes!

   A DOG!

   Can you tell that I am very happy? Nah, I bet you couldn't. Anyway, Thanks for reading...

   Irish Princess
(in my dreams)
   Rabecca

Procrastination. An Art?

  I am putting off homework. Right now. I should be doing page 295 problems 1 to 39 multiples of three and page 298 problems 5 to 21 odd numbers only. Instead I am writing on my blog about how I should be doing it but how I'm busy writing about how I should be doing my homework. I really should start already... it just that... I don't want to.
 
   Yes, I know it's a pathetic measly excuse but there it is.

   I don't want to do thirty Pre-Algebra problems about things I will never use in real life.

   Here's the gist of it:

   School is great. It gives teenagers a purpose in life until they can embark on their real purpose in life (meaning life = sucky job, select best friends who love you and come to your wedding, and eventual marriage then inevitable death) because it's illegal to try and begin life before eighteen (unless your some kind of movie star or super genius who's parents let you drop out of school). It gives us delinquents a chance to exercise, wether it's our brains or our bodies. School makes us have a semblance of a schedule and a ounce of responsibility. School is good!

  The only problem is that school stops teaching things you need to know after fifth grade. After that, it's all "teaching you how to learn" which is code for making us stay in a prison with no barb wire so they can teach us how to solve the formula for time travel (which is scientifically impossible but we'll teach you anyway because it will keep your minds busy). I have asked my Dad, so this is not just a grumpy fourteen year old talking, this is facts truer than the cases on Law and Order. Everything you learn after fifth grade is useless unless it somehow ties into the crappy job you will get dealt with in life.

   For example, I want to become an author. History and English are useful to me, sometimes also Science though only because it helps bring realistic elements to my work. Having to know the formula for the speed of light and being able to solve a math equation with more letters than numbers IS NOT NEEDED! Tell me, oh wise adult who might be reading this, what do you remember beyond fifth grade that has nothing to do with your current job? And there's the fact that when you get a job, you have to relearn it their way anyway.

   Sure, it looks good on a college application but the only reason I want to go to college anyway is because that's where you find the intelligent guys who don't slack off and drink beer all night... at least not at BYU Idaho (it being a church school and all) All this hard stuff you learn in high school is worthless unless you become a teacher teaching the subject. Sure, my Pre-Algebra teacher uses formulas every day but that's because she's a math teacher and therefore it is her job.

   So... back to the crux of my problem... I should be doing homework but I don't see the point other than staying on the basketball team and being able to please my parents.

   So. There it is. I just wasted a lot of time writing this when I should have been doing homework... great for me. Ha! Sometimes, i'm glad my parents don't read my blog... they'd be delightfuly furious if they read this...

      Irish Princess (in my dreams)
   Rabecca <3

Just As a Side Note...

   warning: (... This blog will not count as one of my two per month quota for blogging.)

      My life should be fascinating, at least it should if you read a description of me on a piece of paper like the following:

   Lives in: Saudi Arabia. Has also lived in: Texas twice (born there as well), Virginia twice, Tennessee twice, Malaysia, Delaware, and has plans in the future for moving at least six to seven more times.
   Age: 14, born the day after Halloween in 1996
   Goes to: American International School of Riyadh. Has gone to: Parkway Elementary School, (a school in Virginia that I forgot the name of), Woodlawn Elementary twice on two separate occasions, International School of Kuala Lumpur, and Admiral Byrd Middle School.
   Can play: guitar with mediocre talent and vocal cords with excellent mediocre talent.
   Wants to go: Ireland, Scotland, England, Australia, New Zealand, the Moon, Texas (to stay, once I've visited all those places)
   Likes: romance or fictional stories, small porcelain figures of eighth century nobles (I don't know why, they just enchant me), horses, romantic comedy movies, Vampire Diaries (the TV show, I am obsessed I swear)
   Doesn't Like: tomatoes, lettuce, horror movies such as Paranormal Activity or Roommate, people who are obnoxious, people who disdain books and reading, my Humanities teacher, and math (or Pre-Algebra if you want to be specific)

      I sound like an interesting person right? The how come I don't think so.

      Sure, all that stuff about me living a lot of places and having known so many people is cool but I really want a place to live that has big open windows and big trees with a good school program and cute guys (don't judge me, I am a teenager) who will ask me out when I turn 16. Maybe if  I was someone else I would eat sea food and enjoy the fact that I live in so many different places. But I'm not so I guess I will have to wait until the day when I can live in a single place for more than two years and be able to know people and be part of a community... hmm... maybe not on that last one, if what I hear from my aunt is true.

      Anyway, just a note about me and this blog. You just read a big description of me up there (fascinating aren't I?) so now all I have to tell you about is this blog.

      Posting will be twice every week or so and no more, if I have something to add I will wait until the next week. It won't be actually scheduled, like I could do two in one day then I could do one on Sunday and the other on Saturday. The subject will vary though most of the time it will be random things that I'd like to rant about, like the reason boys in middle school and boys in high school are so different (I haven't found out why yet so you''l have to wait for that one) or how much I think Poodles aren't dogs (they are curly haired rats that bark, and that are sometimes abnormally big)

      If you are a reader from Inkpop, my other blog Thirteen Irish Beds is the one you are looking for, it's the one that refers a lot to all my stories and the interesting things I have discovered about history. This is the 'I did... today" blog, or my general rants about "My Life" blog.

      So I guess that covers my first non-post.

      Oh! The reason the title is in Gaelic is because I love Ireland and all things Irish, including the accent and the men (though sometimes the Scottish accent tries for my affections) I am not Irish, I am a proud American but I love Ireland (as I have said before) and therefore the title and background picture are Irish.

      Thanks for reading mates,
   Irish Princess (in my dreams)
         Rabecca