Giveaway!

Not me giving stuff away, but someone else. I'll do one of those eventually. XD But yeah, enter! :D

New cosplay plan!

So the new trailer for Legend of Korra just came out and I am freaking PUMPED. I've already started planning her cosplay, just because she's awesome. ;w;


Plenty of reference pictures for you and me. I can't WAIT. <3 Does anyone know a good, non-Oompa Loompa way to do tan in a can?


Oh, I also got a haircut!

Prom

I came home from my College Classes today to my mom insisting that I put my things in my room.  So, I started taking my stuff up to my room when I noticed these:

Needless to say, when my mom started recording me with her iPod Touch I started getting suspicious.  I kept turning to my mom with accusing eyes and asking, “What the heck are you doing?  What’s going on?”

So I put my stuff in my room and followed the footsteps.  When I reached the end, this is what I found:

I was really happy, but really embarrassed.  Not because what he did was embarrassing, but just because I was.  It’s like being asked out for the first time. It’s a good kind of embarrassed. :D

I forgot to get a picture of how I answered, but I just got an ice cream bucket, filled it up with water, wrote “Yes! –Ev” on the bottom of the rubber ducky with the backwards baseball cap on, then put it in the ice cream bucket and put it at his doorstep, knocked and ran. C:

I’m borrowing a dress from someone and it’s SO pretty.  I’m so excited!

St. Patrick's Day crafts and more

Yesterday I decided to do crafts with my brothers for St. Patrick's Day. We made Shamrocks. The two older boys were party poopers and only made one after I made them. But Daron and Ryan had fun.

This is Daron's. He INSISTED that he use the template I made for everyone else, but I wouldn't let him, so he threw a fit. Then he finally did what I suggested and just traced the template.

Ryan sure had fun with the glitter glue . . .


Another one of Daron's. It's a snowman.



Sean's shamrock. I really like his. Too bad most of the glitter just fell off.


Eain's shamrock. Another abuse of glitter.


A heart that Ryan made for our Lucky Shamrock.



With this, we put those hearts on it with what we're lucky to have. Basically, an "I'm thankful for . . . " tree.

Now we will end with a picture of my kitty, Stanley.

Bulbasaur

I made a Bulbasaur sculpture! I filmed it too, but the video didn't work. This sculpture was made with Crayola Air-Dry Clay.




Bulbasaur from the back. C:




I haven't painted it yet, but I will after I glue his bulb back on his back, since it fell off. :C

The Cosplay Chronicles

http://thecosplaychronicles.blogspot.com/

They're a great resource for cosplays and they're having a give away! Check them out!

Buyo

     I had finally decided to hit the sack, a little later than I should have.  It was around 2 AM when I had finally decided to climb into bed.  As I did so, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I laid in bed and looked out my window, watching the trees bend and thrash so hard from the wind that I was afraid they would fall over.  Usually the sound of heavy storms relaxed me, but something felt wrong this time.

     “Check downstairs,” a voice in my head whispered over and over again.

     I lay in my bed, trying to ignore it and get comfy, but my body just wouldn’t let me.  I tossed and turned for about an hour, before I finally got up and cautiously walked downstairs.

     Thoughts of what could be wrong quickly began flashing though my head.  What if the wind had broken a window?  What if a tree fell over and broke our living room?  What if a door had simply been blown open and our cats ran away?  My heart sunk.

     Turning the corner slowly, I realized the latter was confirmed.  The front door had been blown wide open and was smacking against the wall from the wind, just as I thought.  I could have sworn that I heard dramatic classical music playing at that very moment.  Sitting at the door was one of my cats, Stanley.  When he heard me step onto the tile floor, he turned to me quickly with wide, terrified eyes.  I began to panic and ran toward the door quickly, picking Stanley up.  I shut the door tight, locked it and ran upstairs, covering my mouth and holding back tears.  I walked into my parent’s room and shook them awake quickly.

     “Mom, Dad, wake up,” I said, waiting until they were paying attention to continue, “I just went downstairs and the side door was wide open.”

     My parents and I looked for about half an hour when we came to the conclusion that we could not find Buyo.  When that was decided, I instantly ran to my room, grabbed a quilt and a chair and went outside.  I sat down and began to cry.  What if he didn’t come back?  I prayed hard for hours, begging for him to be okay.  Every once in a while, I would calm down and think about the things around me, only to have my mind wander back to Buyo, which would make me start crying all over again.

     Eventually, I convinced myself that he would be okay and that he would come back.  It was around 4 AM when I went back inside and went to bed.

     I slept until 10 AM, having dreams of Buyo and what could happen to him.  When I woke up, I ran straight to my parent’s bedroom and asked them if he had come back.

     “Yeah, I went to check at around 5 AM,” my dad answered.  “Buyo was curled up at the door and burst through when I opened it.  I think he might have been hurt.”

     I felt indescribable joy when I heard that he had come back, but began to panic when I heard the last bit.  “Where is he now?”

     “Probably under your bed,” my mom replied.

     I instantly began walking back to my room.  All my brothers started talking to be about Buyo, but I didn’t really hear any of it.  I was too worried about my baby.  When I got in my room, I laid on my stomach and sure enough, he was curled up under my bed.  I grinned and began to pet him, knowing it was all okay now.

     That day terrified him so much that he won’t even go outside now.  If the door is open, he will run up to my room with his tail in between his legs to climb under the bed and hide.  He’s learned his lesson, and he came back safe.  I’m so glad he did too.  I have no idea what I would have done if he didn’t come back.  I love my kitties so much.

My babies

Essay #1 Writing from Recall (Narrative), a 2-3 page essay, is based on a significant event in your life. The essay will contain a detailed written account of your experience and make a meaningful inference (a controlling idea) from the details.

A few years ago in the fall, we got the two cutest cats I’ve ever seen. My mom thinks they look like every other cat, but I love them with all my heart and I would never give them up for anything. They’re all grown up and fat now, but I still see them as my cute little kittens. This is about when we got them.

I was having such a nice dream and my bed was so warm. Sure, it was after 10 in the morning and I should have been up hours before, but I felt so relaxed. I curled up deeper into my bed and prepared to fall back asleep.

“Ev! Ev, wake up!” One of my twin brothers screamed at the top of his lungs, making me jolt in surprise.

I groaned and rolled over to look at my door, where my brother, Ryan was standing with a big grin on his face.

“What?” I hissed, distain dripping from my words.

“We got a cat!” He squealed in excitement.

My ears perked. A cat? I thought my parents didn’t think us responsible enough. I wonder what it looks like. I wonder if it’s a normal short hair breed or if it’s something like a Siamese cat. I want to go see it. But I’m so tired.

I heard my family chattering and laughing loudly from downstairs. Ryan called my name once again, now down with my family.

Feeling my pride deflate, I got out of bed with a frown on my face. Dragging my feet across the floor, I slowly made my way downstairs. As I got closer to the bottom floor and my family’s voices got louder, I got more excited to see the cat and went a little faster.

As I walked through the kitchen and into the living room, I saw the tiniest little kitten ever trotting around happily. My heart skipped a beat and I smiled. Despite his size, his eyes were the biggest things I’d ever seen, and were the prettiest color of blue. His fur was striped with the color scheme of chocolate and looked so soft. I wanted to pet him so bad. He must have been just a few weeks old, because he trotted around as if he was still learning to walk. Every few feet he would break out into a run, but then continue walking after a few steps.

“Ev, look! It’s a cat!” Ryan exclaimed, trying to reach out and pet him any time he came within arm’s length. “Look, look! See?”

I looked at them with an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, I can see him. I’m not blind . . .”

“His name is Stan Lee Junior Goslin,” Ryan‘s twin, Daron stated, putting extra enunciation on the ‘Junior.’

I almost gagged at the stupidity of the name, but decided to save it for later. “I’ll just call him Stanley,” I retorted.

As I walked over to an empty spot to sit down, Stanley jumped and got really nervous. I sat down and put my hand out toward him slowly, rubbing my fingers together to try and entice him closer. He cautiously made his way toward my hand. When he finally started smelling my hand, his long whiskers tickled my fingers and I giggled.

Eventually he got bored and started running around the room, exploring his new environment and smelling everything he came close to. A few times he got a little too excited and ran right into the computer desk’s legs, stumbled backward and looked dumbfounded.

We loved having him in the house so much. He was always so playful and friendly. He never bit or scratched us unless by accident when playing. Whenever he would take a nap, we’d sit there and watch him. Most of the time, he’d wake up and try to get out of his bed, but then just fall back asleep in mid-step.

After a few days, he started meowing a lot and he’d be really sad all the time. We didn’t know what was wrong with him. Then we began thinking; maybe he was lonely. Maybe he just wanted another cat to play with at night while we were all sleeping. Maybe he wanted another napping buddy.

My mom said that the people who gave us Stanley didn’t really care what happened to the kittens they had, so they just left them out in the shed with their mom. The mother cat already had many litters of kittens and never fed this litter. Slowly, one by one, the kittens either died off or got eaten by coyotes or other animals. Luckily, there was still one kitten left and we decided we‘d take it.

The moment I saw him, I felt sorry for him and mad at the owners. His eyes were shut with eye boogers and he was curled up in the back of a travel carrier. He was so skinny that I could see his ribs. He looked almost exactly like Stanley, but his fur had more of a gray tint to it.

The drive back home was hard, since I had to hold the kitten firmly, so he wouldn’t run off. He was so bony and frail that I was afraid I’d hurt him. As I held him to my stomach, I watched as his eyes kept bugging out and kept tightening and loosening his claws as if he was going crazy. I tried to pet him to calm him down, but he really didn’t stop clawing and biting until after we got home, where he finally calmed down and fell asleep on my lap. I decided to name him Buyo, after a cat in a TV show.

It was amazing what a week of nutrition could do for a kitten. Stanley was considerably larger than Buyo was, since he had been fed so much.

Stanley didn’t like him that much at first. They would always get into fights and he would always eat Buyo’s food. Eventually he warmed up to him and stopped eating his food. (Which was probably a good thing, since he was starting to get really fat)

Now they’re all grown up and are probably a little too well fed. Ironically, Buyo, who started out stick-skinny, is now even fatter than Stanley. We’ve had some hard times with them, but that’s normal.

I love them so much and can’t imagine what I would do if they died suddenly. I refer to them by “baby” or “kitty” more than I refer to them with their actual names. My life has changed so much, thanks to them and I’m so grateful that we have them. They will always be my little babies.

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EDIT: I decided to format it. owo

I was originally going to write this on the time Alyssa and I went to Chandler, but I just could NOT get it out! So I tried a different subject, and I really like how this one came out. owo Let's hope my professor likes it . . .

English paper

Use this "I am from . . . " exercise to describe yourself to others in specific, concrete terms.

I am from . . .

• Stuffed animals
• Cats
• Music
• Laughter
• Scriptures
• Video games

I am from . . .

• Pizza
• Hot Dogs and Hamburgers
• Burritos
• Chocolate Chip Cookies

I am from . . .

• "There's more where that came from, if you go to the dance with me."
• "True dat."
• "Jo momma."
• "I want that."

I am from . . .

• Cindy Goslin
• Harry Goslin
• Benny Goodman
• Peggy Goodman
• Alyssa McBride

Hopefully I do okay . . .