My Earthlets, I need your help

Hello Earthlets. (Way better term than plain old Earthlings.) I am afraid I need your help with a very, very, very, very, difficult decision. We all know that this is the blog of The Amazing Staci, however what would me fellow internet stalkers (Yes, I am speaking of you there, reading these very words) think of my starting another blog? I would still update, maintain, and cherish this blog (Who doesn't? I mean, it is Amazing) however, I would also have a poetry blog. Now the only problems that I, The Amazing Staci am having with this decision are that my poetry is more personal than any diary I could ever keep. They (My poems) are the words of my heart, It would feel as if I was naked in front of the entire internet. The second problem I have is that I would be oh, so pissed off if anyone plagiarized my work. So should I do this? I am thinking I might, I'll just have to make sure that I don't, ya know, let Y'all know too much about me. Well, that is all for now my home slices. I will be excited to read your COMMENTS later. So leave me a dang comment you Christmas tree sniffing, air breathing, Unicorn stalking, Earth walkers!!! (Oh, don't think I don't know about the incident with the Unicorn. It may have been one time but seriously, who does that?) Love you peeps. Stay cool and I shall stay Amazing.

What I have learned about guys

So I have noticed recently that I have learned and know a lot about guys. Through both observation and advice from my dad and close guy friends. Well be female, I also know that girls are so complicated we make guys complicated. To help out my fellow females I shall teach you a few things I have learned.

• First, with any guy what he says, or looks like is what is really going on. Take the male at face value.  They don't over think or stress the little stuff like girls do. No, sorry but that guy is not trying to figure out the meaning of your hug, he took it as it happened and might have found it cool. That is it.
• Second, they only want to get in your pants. During the teen years and for most of thier lives that is all they want. Sex. So don't think that having sex with a guy will make him love you; to him it is just sex, although we know us females take it as a sign as their love it is not really like that.
• Third, Guys are simple. Feed them, do them, make them happy. So unlike the female they don't over think and over analyze things. I have already said this I know, but this is one of the most important rules of understanding the guys' mind.
• Fourth, they do not multitask. Think of a guys mind as a huge warehouse full of boxes. Well ladies, we can have three to seven maybe ten of those boxes open at once, guys can have one. They do not multitask. They focus on one thing. So when he is watching the football game, he is thinking football. Nothing else but football. Then when he is talking to you, he is thinking of the conversation at hand, he is not thinking you are hinting at stuff or that your topic means anything more than just a conversation unless you openly say it. So don't expect a guy to be thinking about you every second of every day, it is okay to let them open a different 'box' once in a while.
• Fifth, guys are not good at taking a hint. Unless you openly come out and say what you mean they are not going to get the concept of your hints. So be bold. They like bold girls for a reason. They just don't seem to get that you like them unless you make it known. Sorry shy ladies I know this is not good news.
• Sixth, if you put a guy in the 'friend zone' he expects to stay there. So when you start to like a guy friend of yours you have to tell them or they won't get that you like them, they will still veiw you as a friend. (That ties into the whole, they don't take hints thing)

So I hope I have helped. If you know anything more about the mind of a guy (ESPECIALLY  if you are a guy) please comment and further out knowledge. Love y'all. Now go be bold and tell him that you like him!!!

Time for a run

 I want to know what you guys think of this. I am still debating what to make out of it but I think I like it enough to use it. This is in fact my own work so let there be no confusion about it. Let me know via comment.

An electric shock of anger tackles me and I bite my tongue to keep from spitting the venom that would break her heart. I stand waiting for the scolding to be over, saying little and doing as told. I am completely powerless. Anything I say will get me into deeper of a troublesome predicament.

               Metallic blood oozes from my tongue, still I keep my teeth latched in place for fear of my anger escaping my lips. My hands balling into fists I stiffen. Red hot fury burns through me, demands that I stand up to her, to them. Controlling the urge I get through it and keep my head held high. Some would call it pride but I call it strength.

Nostrils flaring, fists tightened I put on my coat and slip through the door. Stepping out into the frost forged air, I inhale and stand at the corner, deciding where to go. Mind setting, I go straight. The wind taunts me, pushing leaves around to fool my keen ears into thinking foot steps are following in my wake.

               Looking up through a world of artificial yellow light, the sight of a dark blue sky, scattered with glittering stars greets me. Wet, hot tears poor down my face; a cruel contrast to the night’s shivering cold air. I wipe them away, angry to be showing such weakness to the blundering fools that are my neighbors. With a sniffle and a sigh, I trudge on.

               Entering the park I look across the ocean of red and gold leaves splayed out across the field. Walking to the playground, covered in children’s germs I found a plastic slide. Laying on the slide I looked up. Surprise hit me. The glowing moon consoling me, comforting me from my pain. She shone her light down on me as if to give me a hug and promise everything will be alright.

               I curl myself into a ball against the cool, curved slide and cry. I cry for my friends, for my wounded heart, and for my shattered pride. My whole body shaking I cry until there is nothing left, emotion or tears. Sitting in my ball I breath in the night. The world is silent, a contrast to my frantic mind.

               Standing up I take another shuttering breath and walk. My whole body unwinding with each silent footfall until finally I find my mind quiet and my body relaxed. Looking up at the moon I let loose an ear splitting howl, thanking the moon for her comfort and light.

               In the distance dogs bark in reply and house lights turn on. A humorless smile creeps its way onto my lips and I slink into the darkness. It was time for a run.
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Happy Thanksgiving

Hello peeps. Thanks for not giving up on my blog. I know I have not been very interesting in a while but ya know, I just...need inspiration. So today I am writing on the great holiday that is Thanksgiving. In one of my classes today our teacher gave us a green paper with numbers 1-50. We had to write fifty things we are grateful for. I challenge you to do this daily. Leave out the paper part but just wake up and look around the world. What are you thankful for? What makes your life good? Some people filled out that green paper without hesitation, others took most of the class period. Even if you are one of the slower people, with practice you will be speedy at filling that paper out. God gave us life and everything and everyone one we have. The least we can do is be grateful and thank him for it. So this holiday is not all about the food, or the drama aunt whatever brings from where ever. It is about being surrounded by the people you love, and thanking God for what you have by enjoying what you have. So as you are stuffing yourself, go up for air once in a while and look at the faces of those who love you. Look at them, and be grateful you have them in your lives. They may not always be there so enjoy their presence while you can. (Take it from me. I know a thing or two about that...) Well love you guys, know you are on my list. Thanks for reading this. (I may start another all poetry blog someday...) Love you! Enjoy the holiday!

Yay,

So these last two weeks have not been fun. I have broken my heart three times, and I also found out the guy I likes is a total jerk. Oh, did I mention the fact that boys suck? Well I am trying to stay positive. I hang out with people who make me happy, and avoid those who don't at all costs. I have a guy jacket that smells like guy (yum ;D) and I am getting my grades up. Normally I hate school volleyball because the boys hog the ball and the girls run from it, but today I enjoyed myself. Not much going on for the most part. I was wondering, how many people actually read my blog? Like I only have 8 followers but I get comments from people who don't follow it. Just wondering. I might put up a poll just to find out.... it is late, there is a blizzard, and I am going to attempt to go to school tomorrow. Love y'all. I will write more when I am not half asleep and a wee bit depressed.

Strength

I was recently asked to describe myself in one word. That word was strength. To go through life you have to be able to bear the world's trials, have faith in the Lord and yourself, and learn how to balance emotion and decision. To get through this world you have to bear your cross and help others with the weight of theirs when it seems to get to be too much.. Standing strong does not mean that you don't show weakness, it means you ask for help when you are weak, and are a helping hand; a helping heart for those in need. Strength means loving with all you have, and having the love you need. Strength is not being afraid of what the world throws at you, but getting through it with a bit of hard work and a smile on your face. Don't be afraid of your emotions, change, or trial. Embrace it. To be a strong person you have to have the courage to lead, to stand strong for what you believe even when that belief is questioned. To be strong you need love, and need to give love. Without the foundation of family and friends to keep you held high, you would go crumbling down. So thank you guys. Thanks you for all your love and support, thank you for helping to make me the strong person I am and I hope you know that I am always here for you no matter what. Know I put my heart into these words and that I KNOW they are true. Stay strong.
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The Importance of books

So I am getting really frustrated with this generation. It is my generation and I want to slap the stupid out of them. The world is starting to lose its head. Books are just about as important as school and almost all of today's youth have lost their respect, and understanding of books. Every time I hear someone say "No I think I will just wait for the movie to come out." I want to smack them so hard thier mom feels it. What is wrong with the world that we are starting to lose our respect for books. Just because they are not electric or some form of technology does not mean a book does not have its worth. Almost from the beginning of man there have been books and for a good reason. They are full of knowledge, hope, passion, and escape. Every time I can't get something out of my head or just need to get away for a awhile I pick up a book. The smell of the marred pages, the feel of the novel's bent spine, and the story it's self is just irreplaceable. I love everything about them and cannot imagine life without that book on my nightstand or the book jammed in my purse. The bible, word of god, is a book. That tells you just how amazing and important they are. Why anyone would not want to read I don't understand. It really helps the way you look at life, the way you speak, and the way people perceive you. Everyone talks about finding the gateway to another world or a passage to a magical land when really, you don't need to go trekking through an ancient jungle, or an Egyptian tomb, you just have to pick up a good novel. A book is an escape. People turn to drugs and booze and who knows what else to just escape form life when all they need is the good comfort of a book. So if you are reading this, you might as well be reading a book. It is almost the same thing. Remember the worth of a book. Share it with the ones you love if you really love them. Alright that is all for tonight. Peace out peeps.

NUDE POTTER SCEAN?!!!

So apparently in the new Harry potter film there is going to be multiple  naked scenes. Who wants to see harry potter's naked butt? Really? I got this quote off of KSL.com.     "I think we put too much of a negative association with the human body, and people get naked every day. You take off your clothes to take a shower. I just don't see the problem with it," -Marsha Jones.  What kind of moron?!...It is also illegal to be naked in public why should it be any different to see a naked guy on a movie screen where people will be bringing their families? I am just so frustrated with them.. The scene is not even in the book. They just had to go and sex up a good movie and call it "art". What a bunch of idiots. I am just so upset. That is one of my favorite books and I was excited for the movie and now I don't really want to see is as bad as I did. Like my friend Ann. Her family is a bunch of nice conservatives and major Potter fans. They have like five kids under the age of fifteen and two over. Now they won't get to see it cause the director had to go be a douche. How does J.K Rowling feel about this guy making a disgrace of her "family book"? As a novelist myself I would light into the director's hind end if they ruined my good book with that kind of crap. Like really. I am so upset if you haven not noticed. Post a comment. If I have offended you in any way: Why are you reading this? I could care less about being "Politically Correct" and if you do care get off this web sight. Well I have to go to bed, love you guys. I shall write more when I can. Happy Veteran's day. =)
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November thirteenth

It is national kindness day on the thirteenth. Wahoo. So be nice, no dissing, no biting, no fighting, and no judging. People should know, and care about the human race, and they should be able to have one day where we all just get a long. It will help you to feel better about yourself, and others to feel better about you. SO why not celebrate? I love you guys, just remember to spread the love. =)

Yay winter!

So it is all cold out, the birds are flying away, and the snow is coming. WINTER IS HERE!!! My favorite season. The world is covered in white (The color of purity) there is that sound of snow (I know that sounds strange but listen to the world when there is snow on the ground, it has a very specific sound) and then there is the cloths. I love winter garb. Makes me feel so girlie and wonderful. Oh and there is hot chocolate, reading wrapped in a blanket by the window, sledding and snowball fights. Best season ever. I love the cold. It is clean, cleansing and pure. Heat is sticky and nasty. The world seems peaceful covered in snow where as in the summer it is bursting with the crazy of life. Well that is all. Love you peeps. Keep on reading. =)

Happy Birthday Aaron!!!

Hey Aaron, I hope you know just how amazing you are and that the day you came into the world is one of the best times in history. So I wish you a happy birthday, filled with love and joy. Oh and lets not forget cake. ;) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Self-heartbreak

So as humans we all have to go through heartbreak. It is like impossible to not go through it. Sometimes it is through a break up that our hearts shatter, other times it from family problems. There is also death, embarrassment, loss of a friend, change, and then there is self-heartbreak. That is the one I am going to be writing about tonight. What the heck is self-heartbreak? Well let me tell you. Self-heartbreak is when you break your own heart. There is no outside force causing you the hurt you feel, it is all you. The way you think, the way you act, the things you do, and even what you feel can cause this. For some people-mostly girls-self-heartbreak is from thinking they are not good enough for the world, always being down on themselves, or just thinking that the reason they still don't have a boyfriend is because they are not pretty enough, not smart enough, not perfect enough, Etc. Why would you ever think that of yourself? I know that I have, that I've been down on myself because of my weight, or my too opinionated personality, or the fact that I sometimes intimidate guys because I am just to forward or blunt with life. It is a few factors, that with the wrong perspective, can crush a person's spirit. I used to be like that. I used to think that I was not good enough or that those traits were flaws and not talents. Well they are talents. Maybe not the fact that I am fat (If you are offended by that term why are you reading my blog, you retard!) but I see it as a hint at my talent in the arts of cooking and baking magic. So stop self hating. We are our own worst critics, it is true, but why be that critic that nobody likes? Criticism is not always a bad thing. OK. Here is my challenge to you my sweet, self hating, readers. EVERYDAY I want you to come up with FIVE GOOD things about YOURSELF, and your DAY. It really really helps. Get a buddy to do it with you and each day tell them your ten things (five each). It will make you love and respect that person more, as well as yourself.
Peace out my homies. ^_^
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Volleyball

So I am on my church's volleyball team and we have made it to regional! If we lose Thursday we go home for good, but if we don't we play Friday, we win Friday we go to the championships on Saturday. WAHOO! My team is pretty dang good and I think we have a good chance of winning. our score is 8:2 so we only have lost twice. (That was because we were all in a horrid mood...Team drama. Blah.) I am so happy. As my grandma put it today, "I am the jock of the family." Ha as if my fat butt could ever be a jock. We can only dream. Other than volleyball life has been pretty quiet. I have had friend drama, grade drama, and family drama. Also my first quarter (in school) just ended on Friday. Whoot whoot. I only ended with one D+ and that was just cause my stupid student teacher hates me for no reason. (Maybe she is intimidated by the fact that I am not afraid to speak my mind.) I also have been thinking a lot of the future. I know I want to be a writer but I also want to find myself a busy career. I am just not sure which one yet. I am going to get a degree in business I know that but I was also thinking something along the lines of lawyer, journalist, or linguistic personage. (Using my many-well future-skills in multiple tongues-languages- to do ninja type stuff.) Or I might pursue a career in something a bit more...artistic. To heck if I know. All I know is I want a busy life. Something that will get me off my rear end and out doing something that I enjoy. (Every person's dream is it not?) We have reality town coming up soon and I just want to get my GPA up a wee bit higher so I can have a fun time, not get the poo scared out of my by the venomous sting of reality. Is that not the reason for reality town? Scare the crap out of us high- schoolers to get us on the straight and narrow path of academics? Any-who, I have a lot on my mind. Not sure what collage to put my headlights on but I am sure it is not going to be one in my home state. Screw that. I want to see the country. Get the hell out of the box I have been jammed in my whole life and maybe, just maybe have a little fun experiencing the world. Ha this post is titled Volleyball but hear I am rambling about my not too futuristic future. Well it is late and I have a crap load of homework and crap to accomplish on the morrow. Let me know what you think I should pursue in my quest for the right (and Epic) career choice of Staci-ness. If you are still reading my stupid blog it means you still love me. Thanks you for that. So for those of you who are reading these very words I want you to know that I love you and am glad you are in my corner of my epic boxing match. (The Amazing Staci V.S. Life.) Love Y'all keep on reading and commenting. I love comments, they are what make me who I am. So unless you want me to stop being so amazing, you will comment. Even if is is a stupid smiley face it is a comment. So please, please for the love of the Staci, COMMENT!!!

Music is my life. ;)

So I am listening to "Just the way you are." Kidd Kraze rap remix and I love it. The rap makes me smile just as much as the original. When I hear a good beat i can't help but move to it. It is like the notes flow directly from the speakers into my veins. The lyrics go into my heart and I feel what the writer feels. I wish I was not musically retarded. I can't sing to save my life-it often makes small animals go deaf-and I can't seem to learn an instrument-I think I am just retarded there...). Because of my retardation when it comes to such thing I write the words and my heart hears the music. I am also drawn to people who are musically talented. Two of my best friends are (Ann and Marcella) and the guys I like are gifted in that category. I want to learn the drums but I don't think my parents would appreciate that...
Well anyway, if you have a favorite band (NOT COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) post it below and I'll check it out. I am going to add a list of my fav. bands and I will have one of y'all's. Just remember for me, if it makes you feel good, if the song's beat is irresistible, then it is a good one. If the lyrics make you upbeat and happy and not feel offended and crappy (That rhymed!!!) then it is a good one. I don't want to listen to any songs that will make me feel like poo. So don't recommend that crap. All right I have volleyball in the morning so I got to get off now. I will update you peeps tomorrow. Love you all. Keep reading. =)

Life, I promised myself.

Life will be here soon. I am working as hard as I can to prepare for it, to have a good education and do all I can to just be ready for when it gets here that I realized, thanks to my dad, that I am trying to grow up too fast. I am not living in the moment, I can't see the world around me, I just see the path ahead. I am trying so hard to be an adult that I am missing out on being a kid. So I have made a promise to myself to live in the moment. I am finding the joy in the little things, and ignoring the negativity in the big. I can see the situation as a whole, but she Silver  Lining is my main focus. I am quite surprised at how much it has changed my out look on life, and my life in general. Finding happiness is not that hard. Everyone says that they set out in life, and look for it their whole lives, when really they are too focused on the hunt for it that they miss it in that one moment. Weather it is a license plate cover that makes you laugh, or a boy waving to you in the next to yours, you just got to take it in, and enjoy every second of it. What an impact it makes. Everyone my whole life has told me just to be positive and I did not listen to them, thus making it so I had to learn for myself. So take my word for it. Positive is important. Remember that. Love Y'all
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It was not the right answer.

What am I to the world? How is it that I affect the lives of so many? Would the world come to a screeching halt if I were to disappear? Probably not, but my family's and friend's lives would. If not for a long time a day, a week, a month or maybe a year, but eventually life would take over and force them to move on. Well that is true for everyone. Why hurt your loved ones just because you are hurting? Why would you just give up on life? What right do you have to take your own life? Well these questions are not something running through a suicidal person's mind. We want them to be, but they are not. They can only think of the pain, the pure, agonizing hurt that is "swallowing" them. A person of this mind set is hurting so bad that they can only see the sweet bliss of death, the escape from all their troubles. I know, this because that is what was going through my sister's mind. She was of this mind set, and hurting so bad that she could not see her true worth. It hurts so much to know that she did not think I loved her, to feel like I gave up on her. Well, I didn't. I would, was, and want to be there for her through everything. I would have challenged the world if she would have asked it of me. But she didn't. At first I was mad that she would not trust me or think that I did not care enough about her to help, but in truth, that was her decision. I could not have stopped her from pulling that trigger. She was the one who decided it, and as much as it hurts to admit it, there is nothing I could have done. I didn't know until after the fact, what she was going through. I hurt, and I miss her. I would give anything to have my big sister to go to for advice, for company, or to help. Even though she has been gone for two years, I still love her, I miss her, and I also still hurt, and I always will. I need her right now, and I get so mad sometimes because she is not there for me. She is not here to help me get through high school and the other hard things that are going on. All I can say right now is this: I am so glad she does not hurt anymore. She does not have to be feeling the pain she did, or dealing with the trials we all have to deal with. She is in a safe, wonderful, paradise. Why then, does it hurt so much? Why am I still in pain at the thought of her not being here? Am I selfish? Maybe. But all I know is that I want my big sister. I envy my friends because their big sisters are there for them, even if it is just to drive them somewhere, or go shopping with. They still have their sisters to watch their back, to lean on when needed, to just be there. Wow, never before have I admitted that to myself let alone anyone else. Not a day goes by that I don't think of my sister. I see her when I look in the mirror, I think of her when I see a stupid beanie baby. For right now I am surviving, but I know this pain is not going to fully heal. I just...need a hug. Love you guys. Sorry if I am worrying you. I have never really told anyone this, and I am kind of scared that I am worrying you. Love y'all. Please, just know, if you are ever feeling like she did, or need someone to talk to I am here for you. I won't judge you, I am here for anything you need. It was not the right answer and it never will be. Feel free to send me an email any time.
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Kelly

So I have been going through one of the hardest things since Julia died. I am losing my other sibling. Kelly hates me (for a stupid reason I am not about to share with the world.) and he said I am no longer his sister. That hurts. I have already lose one sibling but now the one I have left hates me and won't even let me talk to him. I cry at night, and put on my brave face when he is around. It is really sad that I actually want him to move out. He was there for me when I needed him but now when he needs me he refuses to let me be his shoulder to lean on. My friends would never understand, they don't know what it is like to lose both a sister and a brother in the space of two years. What is wrong with me? Am I really that bad of a little sister? I don't want to feel left alone in this big scary world but it seems like I have no other choice. I care so much about my brother and he is making all these stupid choices and I can't do anything but watch him crash and burn. His whole life seems to have done a dive bomb within just a few months. After Julia died he has not been the same and it worries me.They were closer than an atom and an electron. Maybe I am being overly dramatic but this is not something I have wanted. I feel like it is up to me to graduate for my parents and be there for them since my other two siblings can't be or refuse to be. That is a lot of stress to put on my shoulders not to mention juggling my personal life, my academic life, my home life, and soon my work life. I know my parents are doing the best they can for both me and Kelly but sometimes the stress just gets to be too much. I feel as if my head will explode if I have to take on one more responsibility. Pray for me, and him. Love you guys. Please I am in need of advice. Comments are encouraged, just not questions.

I am going to get a cell phone!!!!

My mom and dad upgraded their phones and guess who gets my mom's old phone. That is right. The amazing Staci's life got just a little more amazing. WHOOT WHOOT!!!

With love

My best friend (well one of them ) is out of town until the day before her birthday. That is seventeen days spent with her whole family in disney world. I hate her sometimes. Especially since she is like supermodel grogiouse. Well Me and Marcella have come up with the most devious plan for her birthday. I can't wait. This will be epic. I love you Ann, I say this with love. Your little crabs are doing great and I love and miss you! Can't wait to see you! Have fun, bring me back a stuffed Tigger. I am an epic person but you? You are off the charts.

Epic Tale of the week #2

So today I made a PB&J. This was no average childhood snack, this was epic. I am out of bread so instead I used pancakes. These just happened to be my ultra secret recipe of Pero Pancakes. My life is forever changed. Also I made breakfast for my parents because they let me stay home from school today. (Due to my mama's visit to the hospital at four this morning.) So this was the epic tale of the week. Let me hear your won epic tales. Just post as a comment. PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!

epic tale of the week #1

Okay so this month went by so fast I can't even remember most of it. Is it like that for everyone? It was such a good month...I guess that is just because it is a beautiful refresher from the horrible month of August. It went out badly but I am sure I will fix it. (yeah I am talking about you Aaron. Not that you would know cause you never read my blog.) My best friend Ann is in Disney world. WHOOT WHOOT! I miss her already and she only left this morning. The football game last night was fun but...it was not great. I had a lot of fun with Jessica when she was there, I also enjoyed the company of the boys. They were fun. Want to hear my epic tale of the week? That is right, I am going to start an epic tale of the week. Here goes.
So I was talking to Marcella and Tanner. I got mad at Tanner and left. They followed me into the high school parking lot where I managed to evaporate into thin air. They hunted for me for a while. What they did not know was that I was stalking them. There were a few times they got so close to me I could have reached out and grabbed them. Once they almost spotted me but I did this inc-readable ninja role and managed to avoid discovery. Then I went back into the football game without them seeing me. I beat them back to the group we were chilling with, then left. I walked all the way around the field and then snuck up behind them. i scared the crap out of Tanner and Marcella just laughed. It was Epic. For more epic tales of awesomeness, go to mylifeisaverage.com best web site (OTHER THAT THIS ONE!) Ever.

The perfect guy

Okay, so we all know that we have different tastes in guys. And we also all know that we all fantasize about what kind of characteristics he would have. Well sorry to tell you this but he will never be reality. We will find the one that is meant for us, we will one day fall in love and get married but as every married female knows, there will never be any guy who meets every single one of your fantasies. There might be one close but lets be honest, he will have-like all of us do-flaws. We cannot expect a guy to be perfect. That is just not fair. Imagine if they expected that of us. There would never be any hope for the human race. The girls who think they can change a guy, or change for a guy are just flat out dumb. If you don't accept them for who they really are then why on earth would they want to love you, or for that matter, how could you expect to love them? Don't be so judgmental of them. We all have flaws. One of my favorite quotes is one I have come up with. "Love your Flaws, they make you who you are." Stop living in that fantasy world, it is bull crap. Pull your head out and open your heart. If you are one of those females out there in the world who is accepting, then the guys will flock to you. I promise. So remember, "Acceptance is not seeing with your eyes, it is seeing with your heart." Stop over looking that one guy who likes you because of his ourer appearance, and let yourself get to know him better.

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It is all about attitude

Wow, so lately I have noticed that everything you feel, or do revolves around attitude. I have been such a happy nice person that my life has been like ninja amazing. Guess that is how I went from being just Staci to The Amazing Staci. My dad was talking to me about how fickle girls are and he told me that guys choose how they want their days to be. Where as girls' feelings change according to what is going on at the moment. So stop being a grumpy, negative, cocky, moron and be happy. Let life flow smooth. Notice the little good things, and let go of the bad. Enjoy every memory of your ex that was good and let go that of the bad. Just live life with a smile on your face. I discovered this and now life is good. Be happy. listen to what Bob Marley has to say. Don't worry, be happy. I love you guys. If you need any further discussion of this topic, leave me a comment. Just below this post. It's a small little white word called, "comment" use it.
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December fifth

December fifth is day of the ninja. I expect to see people wearing black and creeping around like ninjas. It shall be the best day of the year right next to Christmas and Halloween and of course Staci Day. (My birthday) Be a ninja, attempt to see a ninja, and don't forget the sound effects when ninja fighting or just plain being ninja. I love you guys. Be ninja.  B)

life is good

So I know you have not heard much about how The Amazing Staci's life is but right now, it is really freaking great. Sure my knee feels like some fat dude mistook it for a chair, but I am sure I shall get through it all. I hate that I love a guy I can't have, and that he seems to not notice my existence but hey, there are plenty of guys out there who would give The Amazing Staci a chance. (Please, if you are one of them, MAKE IT BE KNOWN!) I love how everything random seems to happen to me. I am just all smiles lately. I think it is because August is over and that I could care less about the bad things in life. I love to look on the bright side and have been doing so for a while now. It may also be because of mylifeisaverage.com. It is only the best web site known in the whole universe. Read it or I shall hate you. (Yes, I am still mad at you, Aaron, for not liking it.) I am going to go have a sleep over tonight and be just a regular happy Staci. I love you all and hope you start to feel just as amazing as I do. Peace out.  ^_^

Thanks peeps

Thanks people. Keep on sending them in. I love hearing them all. My favorites are the ones that YOU guys wrote. Please know that no matter how much time passes since I post this, I ALWAYS want more. They are addicting are they not? I love a good motivator, or a good demotivator. They rock. Thanks again peoples.

I need you help once agian

Okay people of Earth, -don't get me wrong I love the aliens too-I need your help. As a writer, a reader, and a poet I am absolutely obsessed with a good quote. Well seeing as how this is the blog of the amazing Staci I wanted to make it more...Staci. Please post all of your favorite quotes in the comments box below this post. I will add them to the page. I will put my favorite ones-like the one by Elizabeth Ross-up in big and bold. So keep those quotes coming. I love you all!!! Thanks once again for your help and ideas. Don't forget, I am always open to new ideas for another post!

Fire

So I just got a comment from my aunt telling me to write about the fire in Herriman. A lot of her friends live out their and she said it was scary to watch it raging near by. The sad thing about natural disasters (Well this one is not very natural, guns are more man made objects...) are the biggest thing that units people. There are a lot more volunteers who want to help, your whole world seems to come together to embrace you and help you. I know because I have seen it first hand with my best friend. Her brand new house caught on fire and every single one of her belongings was either burned, or damaged. Our whole neighbor hood went to work, sweeping into action to clear the wreckage and help to build anew. Think of all the volunteers who helped out at the high school, to house people who's homes were in danger. Think of all the love those people have felt with everyone around them working so hard to put together the ashen pieces of their neighbors lives. What I am trying to say is that we are all very human, and being human means reaching out to those who are in need, who are suffering, and lending them your shoulder to cry on, helping them clear out the damage. So think about that, not just when disaster (on the bog scales like this) strikes but when you see that someone needs a friend. Like my aunt said, It is scary to watch all those people's lives-people she does not even know-go crashing down. All I am saying is that we could all do more to lend a helping hand to our fellow man. So hop to it!

Sad day

So I keep checking for comments. Guess who is comment less. Me. How am I to know if you guys are actually reading my blog. I feel hurt on the inside and out side. (I think I fractured my pinkie by walking into a railing.) So If you are actually reading what I put on this website then for the love of Staci please, just post a comment! (That's right, I will not love you anymore if you don't.) Cachow. Now what are you going to do after you "Read" this? You are going to post a fricking comment!!!!!! Do it now!! (GRRR)
Thank you.  : D

Party!

Wahoo! SO there is a tailgate party this weekend at the highschool, (for those of you who know me personally) It starts before the game and it is free. Free food, free fun. It is exciting. Yes!!! Be there or be square

9/11

So today is the ninth anniversary of the day terrorist took over planes and crashed them into the world trade center towers, the pentagon, and a field in Virgina. Over 3,000 lives were lost and many of them were firefighters and police officers. Today is a day of remembrance, of grief, and of America pulling together. We are the land of the free and the home of the brave. Where most countries would fall to ruins after a disaster like that, we pulled together and went out to fight the threat. So today, just take even a few minutes to remember those brave lives that were lost and the love that was felt. Remember the fathers, sons, and husbands, the brothers, sisters, moms, and daughters. Remember the aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews and nieces that died that day. Feel the pain of the widows and widowers, all the children who lost a parent, and remember that we are Americans. Stand strong, and feel your pride. Over the history of our great nations, think of all the brave men and women who fought for your freedom, who lost their lives, and the lives of their families. All for what? For you. So that your family could live and enjoy the freedom they do. So that you may worship, love and live the way you like. Remember and Know what is it to be an American.

Luck

There is absolutely no such thing as luck. You are the one who makes your own luck. You are the one to make what happens happen. I sent out a quiz on my email to my friends and one of the questions was: 10) What is the thing you want most out of life? How do you plan on getting this? What do you need and who do you need to get this? A lot of people gave me their answers and towards the end they said, "and a lot of luck." If you are working hard to reach your goal then you do not need luck, you need determination. Life is about working hard to get the things you need and want and learning from your mistakes. I was just discussing this with my dad and he thinks that I am not right on this subject. He believes that yes, it is the hard work that helps but the luck of the draw helps. I cannot say I entirley disagree with him but I must admit that there is a lot of disagreement. So let me just state this is just an opinion of mine. You may agree or disagree but please keep in mind what I have said.

Happy Birthday Marcella!!!

So it is one of my best friend's birthdays today. She is growing up so fast!!! I love her. I cannot believe that we are getting this old. It is kind of scary. Like really really scary. Who ever said growing up takes forever is a moron. It seems like just yesterday I was in second grade, calling the boys gross and sticking my tongue out at people. (Well I still do both but I now believe that boys in fact do not have cooties. And that sticking my tongue out is only acceptable at the right moment. How childish. =D ) I am growing fast too!! I hate being so tall. I hate it with such a fiery passion that is would make the devil run for cover. I want to be short!!! I curse my mom's family for giving me my height and I curse my dad's for giving me my big feet, hands, and width. GRR! Well anyway if you know My homie Marcella tell her happy birthday and tell her she is fat and grounded. =D JK don't she will bite your head off.

How to achieve maximum hotness

We as girls all know that eventually we will spend at least two years in front of the mirror in our lifetime. It is a given. So here are some tips to make that time well spent.

• 1 When applying eyeshadow start out with a white or silver color. Apply it gentally to the outside of your tearducts. You know where you eyes meet your nose? Well apply it there like a soft shadowy eyeliner. Then apply your regular eyeshadow as you usually would. This tip will make your eyes appear larger and give them a nice detail to make you look supermotel hot.
• 2  Next when applying your mascara make sure to get those outer lashes first. You know the spot where eye meets temple? Well start with your bottom lashes and then do a zig-zag through the rest of applying your mascara. So it will go bottom-top-bottom-top all the way until your mascara is fully applied. Then take the brush and sweep it through your lashes like your would when regularly applying the mascara. (DO NOT DIP THE BRUSH IN THE TUB FOR A SECOND TIME!!!!!) Your eyelashes will look huge and flawless if you applied the mascara as directed.
• 3 When you apply your powder blush, take the brush, smile, and sweep it in a nice short motion from nose to jaw-joint. Then after this sweep take your finger and sweep the extra little dots of blush and smooth them in. Your cheeks will look perfectly pink if you do this. It will only get the apples of you cheeks and make you appear to have high cheek bones.
• 4 We all know that about one in a hundred girls can pull of the cherry red lip stick right? Wrong. If you are a pale person you can pull it off beautifully. All you need to do is take it and swiftly apply a small DOT of it on the upper and lower lips. Next mix it in with your finger giving your lips the beautiful lush pink color. Then just add a favorite sparkly of clear lip gloss. Your lips will not look artificially colored if you do this right.
• 5 Wear colors that make your eyes pop. For example, I have the prettiest hazel eyes known to man and wow-man. When I wear green they practically pop off of my face. If you wear large jewelry like huge pendents or giant hoop earrings be sure to get them in colors that work well with your eyes. Hope I helped you with your daily mirror time.   : D

Friend ship is as hard as cutting off your own arm

I am a very social person. I love talking and I love hanging out with a wide variety of people. Well that makes my life a lot harder than most's. Friends are there for you, they are meant to be people who love you and care about you. But being a teenage girl makes that almost a thousand times more complicated. Girls are fickle. We don't know what we want, or who we want. We make our own lives complicated because we want two opposet things at the same time. For example we want to go hang out with someone but we are also in a non-social mood. We are also dramatic. (if you haven't noticed....) So for one girl to hang out with another there cannot be even a little conflict. If one gets frustrated and mentions this frustration the other one will accuse her of being judgmental or pointing out her flaws. Then the fist girl will get mad. So basically to hang out with another girl is hard. Friendship for a chick is as hard as cutting off your own arm without sedative or pain meds. I love all my women friends because they are all not like this. We would not be friends if we were. I must admit that we get like it sometimes but that is to an extent. Friendship is taking two different personalities and having them mesh enough that they get along well. Like yin and yang only it can't be the complete opposet or they won't work. There are thousand and thousands of people out there and each and every one of them has a different personality. We are all like snow flakes. Think of the history of the earth. How many times has it snowed? How many tiny, little snow flakes is in every down poor? That is a lot of snow flakes. Some may be similar but no two are exactly the same. My closest friend and longest friend of all time (Ann) and I have never had more than two fights in our whole relationship and even those two little fights were dumb and only started because a third party turned us against one another.  It is so amazing to think that out of all the people on this earth you may only cross paths with like .1/2 of them. Crazy. A friend is someone who is there for you when times are tough and a person who is there to help make the good times good. Ann gave me a beautiful snow globe with a gorgeous angel inside of it that plays music. On the front of it there is a wonderful quote etched in it. is says, "A friend is someone who reaches for your hand, and touches your heart." I love that it is so true. Thanks to all my friends for being there for me through the hard teen years.So far I have not had to cut my own arm off so I think we are doing pretty well don't you? =) I love you all and I really appreciate all your comfort and love. It is what has got me through these last two hard years. Thanks to my family for being my friends and loving me even though I say and do a lot of stupid stuff. I love you all.
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Gym

Well we all know that with school comes gym right? I have it for seventh period. We will start dressing after labor day. I am so not excited about it. The classes are huge this year and for some reason there is about twenty girls in just my class. That is not even attempting to count all the kids who are in the dance class and the Gym class that shares the gym with us. I am a heavy set girl and have had rude comments in the locker room before and I know it won't be the last time. Why? What makes people so rude that they have to attack someone when they are so completely vulnerable. Especially as a teenager. Our body images are out of whack, we are way too self aware, not to mention the fact that we have to get undressed around others. I personally think that gym is like the opposit of all those self-image build up classes. There will always be something that you can't do or can't look like. Being in a physical class like this is just another way of highlighting the weaknesses of others. I love playing some sports but I am awful at others. We are all like that. Also there will always be those stuck up chicks who put their noses in the air at anyone who is not an exact barbie mold like them. The snarky comments, the looks, the whispered conversations in the locker room. It is just not what we need at this age. They should have gym as an elective instead of a required class. If we don't want to run a mile every month or two that is up to us and who is the edication system to judge and grade us for not doing that? Gym is just a physical hell. No other words to describe it. Well that's all.

unexpected message

So one morning after a hard night of partying (yes hanging out with my friends is my definition of partying) I woke up to find that my laptop was open, sitting on the couch. I thought that maybe my older brother had used it for job research but then I noticed what was pulled up on the page. It was cooks.com. So I figured instead of my brother it had been my mom. I minimized the window and went on with my computer usage. Then my dad came down the stairs and said, "Hey, I did not open that up for you." I laughed, closed my windows and let him get on with whatever he was doing. It turned out that he was linking my laptop to the printer so he could print the t hings he needed. I have a bunch of gadgets on my desk top and I use them like computer post-it's. My dad asked my how long it had been since I had looked at them. Confused I told him months. I thought he was talking about my notepad link. I the proceeded on with my breakfast of cerial and air. Then he told me to go hike up and grab what he had printed off of the printer up stairs. I did as told and went on with my day, not even thinking to look at my notes. Later my dad asked me, "Did you read your book notes?" I told him that I had not and he seemed a bit sad. So later when we got home from a great trip to the store I logged on and noticed writing on the set of unused post-it's on the bottom of my screen the message read, "Staci is special little girl and the joy of my life. -Dad" I left it on my notes to look at on a bad day. That little message may seem so lame of "uncool" but in truth it has been a great reminder for me, a warm fuzzy for those hard days, and a reminder that I am loved. It was very much appreciated, so thanks dad. I love you too. ^_^  <3

My territory.

So in my homeroom there is this group of guys I hang out with. It has been this way for a long time and I don't plan on letting that change anytime soon. Well with a new school year comes new people, that is a given. There is this new chick who is now hanging out with us. If she was not the  complete opposite of me then I would be totally fine, even excited to have another girl in out group. Well she is always flirting with this kid I like and have liked for a long time. I keep asking her to back off and she won't. I have been nice about it too. That is rare. When it comes to boys I will ripe someone's hair out just keep them from being noticed by the guy. Well this new chick is treading on my territory and I don't like it one bit. I have tried the nice way and now that that has failed I am trying to find a medium between nice and bashing her face into a locker. Any suggestions, or comments would be welcome and even encouraged. It has been so hard for me not to just knock the chick's socks off and be done with it. Third day of school and I already want to hurt someone. Ha. I am like a lion. You show up on my turf and go after my mates and I will beat you until you leave. Competing girls be warned.

Reconeccting

So there was this family who used to live across the street and they moved a few years ago. Well they just recently heard about my big sister passing away and they came over today. It was kind of like ripping off a band-ad on my still healing wounds. Ow. We had to retell the story of her death and go through the apologies and the tears. Because Julia's death day was so recently if felt as if we were back to square one and it had been two weeks instead of two years. Well anyway the family had wanted to reconnect. I saw their now five year old daughter who was only a year old the last time I had seen her. She is beautiful and their little boy is so very handsome. Well my dad and the father of the family were talking about going on the bow hunt next year and my dad asked me if I was interested in going with them. I am totally ecstatic. I know it is a year away but I cannot wait to go get my hunter's license. Whoot whoot. Well the family was one of my favorites in the neighborhood and it is great to know that they are interested in getting to know us again.
Wow, it is so great when the opportunity to get to know someone again. It is so hard when someone you know and love moves out of your life and when you get the very rare chance to have them back in it again you must jump for it. I can't wait. When life gives you lemons you make lemonade.

Paint ball

So today for my big brother's birthday we went paint balling. It was so fun! I have a crap load if welts but it was so worth it. He brought some friends and we just went out and shot each other. It was not that simple though. There were like fifty other people there do we joined in on their fun. I am an amazing shot and got a bunch of people out. My brother got shot like twenty times and I only got shot four. His good friend Matt got shot in the thumb four times and started bleeding all over everywhere. Now that was a great time. I was invited to the movies tonight by one of my brothers friends, (Yes he has friends, amazing discovery huh?) but it is not like a date. The kid's parents are going to be there and he invited a bunch of other people. My dad so does not want me to go though. =( but anyway paint ball was so fun! There was this dude there who lost a bet and showed up at the paintball center in a big yellow dress. He actually went paint balling in it. Ha. Poor guy.I had so much fun shooting people. My amazing aunt sent my a crap load of money for school shopping. (You guys know her as aunt peg. She is one of my followers.) So make sure to check out her websites and stuff. She is amazing and not just because she is related to me. =) That's all for today. I love you all. Keep on commenting!

Blah

The first day of the school year sucked. Stupid school. I don't have much else to say just that school sucked and that I hate my new counselor.

Last day of freedom

Today is our last day of freedom. School starts tomorrow so today is the last day to party. We got to be like ninjas and dance until we die. Why live life at all if you are not going to live it to it's fullest? So come on people. Lets all party and soak up every last bit of what is left of our summer. It is our last day to stay in our old ways, to do the old things. This new school year is going to change all that. Our friends my change, our grades may change, our teachers, our style, our cliques, and maybe our whole lives. Pack that backpack, pick out that outfit, and then lets party. I am so excited but also scared out of my mind. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE! Well I am pretty much just saying the same thing over and over again so that is the end of this post. Enjoy our last day of freedom. =)

Burn

I am so sad today. My frustrations for life seem to becoming out no matter how much I try to hide them. I am so sick of being the one who is left lonely and seeing everyone else holding hands or shooting one another those little looks. I am sick of getting close to someone and then getting pushed away, ignored or burned. I got literally burned tonight when I was horsing around with some friends and that is exactly how I feel inside right now. The Amazing Staci is not feeling so amazing right now. Why is it that we are so obsessed with the opposite sex at this age? Why do we have to care? I really do not want to care about how I am the only one left alone. I think for now I am going to sit here and just nurse my burns and when the world is ready for me I will be ready for it. Like Taylor Swift's song change it will all change. I will not be like this for ever and that is the only thing keeping me from breaking down and crying. (Something I don't do often) That is one of the crazy things about life. You can be down right now but I promise you won't be in a day, or a week or a month or a year or maybe even an hour. It is always changing. Not always for the best but I know that if you just ride that current to shore that you will land in a paradise. Any questions or comments? Feel free to post them below. I love Y'all.  (Don't ask me what is wrong. It will not be appreciated.)

Death

So August 22, 2008 my big sister committed suicide. Yesterday was the 2nd year anniversary of her death. It was not a fun day. It is so hard to get through the death of a loved one especially at this time in our lives. Being a teenager is not that fun. We go the whole hormone thing, girls get that wonderful gift every month, and we are all very emotional, trying to find out who we are. The day it happened my ward was practically lining up to help us with anything we needed. They were there for us. The first year anniversary there were a few people in the ward who wanted to help is with stuff. This year everybody had forgotten and gone on with their lives. Time. I think it is the hardest element when one is dealing with such a loss. We are all told that is will get better with time but for me it has been the worst. I feel as if the more time goes on the more I am forgetting her and that hurts. I don't and didn't want anything to change. I wanted all her belongings to stay in the same place, I wanted the house to be the same but of course that had to change. I love my big sister and I think of her every day. It hurts so bad to know that she is not there. Especially now. I need the advise and experience of a big sister that has already gone through the horrors of high school and she is not there. I hate all the pain that goes along with it. I hate the month of August because of it. That is sad because my brother's birthday is on Friday. I need a hug... Well that is enough of my emotional problems. If you have any questions or comments feel free to post them.\
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A good book is a best friend

I am one of those people who absolutely loves to read. A good book can get me through almost every sickness I get, a good book is always there to quiet my racing mind, and a good book is not hard to find. (So unlike a good guy.) Reading is very important. For some reason today's youth has gotten it through their heads that reading is a wast of time. Why read when you can see the movie? The answer to that is simple. You cannot get as close to the main character in a movie as you do in a book. You can't hear or know what they are thinking and you cannot feel what they feel. All movie directors try as hard as they can to change that but they will always fail. A book is so intimate and so classic that it impossible to fully take their place. You can't take a movie any where-though we are getting better at changing that-you don't have to plug in a book. A book does not have a screen that will hurt your eyes. There is something about the smell of the old pages and the feel of holding someone's imagination in your hands that is so magical. It is amazing to be able to pick up a book and travel to an enchanted world, or a dangerous island, or to transform into a werewolf. A movie will never be that magical, that enthralling, or that sacred. What is the Bible? Or the Book of Mormon? They are books. We have had books for almost as long as man has walked the Earth. I love books. I love how they can take you away on such a rough day. They are an escape that no movie will ever be able to match. As you keep your friends close, you should keep your books close.

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Twilight

Oh my gosh. What to say what to say...I loved the books but one thing that kind of pisses me off about Stephenie Myers is that she always has two guys fighting over one chick and instead of having the book be mostly about the action she made it all the gooey dramatic crap of romance. Why do we care? I loved her idea of vampires and how she practically reinvented them but I must disagree with her on the whole issue of sun. Real Vampires Don't Sparkle! Notice how it never told us anything about the science behind a vampires sparkle issues? A good writer is always able to back up their story with-even if it is fake-science. Now on the matter of Jacob VS Edward. I absolutely positively loath Jacob black's character. Now don't get my wrong, I love Taylor Lautner but Jacob's character just pisses me off. How could a guy who claims to love you  as much as Jacob does still make your life as hard and makes it so complicated? Plus in real life two guys like almost NEVER fight over the same chick unless it is for her honor or because one dude has hurt the chick and the other knows he is all wrong for her. I am an Edward fan through and through.-His CHARACTER! Don't get me wrong Robert is a hottie but...- He is a gentleman, he does what Bella wants even if it means she wants Jacob. He protects her, he even tried to get her out of the dangerouse life of the vampire world. Jake just tries to steal her away from Edward and in doing such gives her to the far more dangerouse world of Werewolves. Some people's kids....
Well that is all for today. Just know the first movie is not even close to the book. Nor is New Moon.

Shallow

The world is full of shallow people and unfortunately there is nothing we can do about it save for attempt to not be shallow ourselves. Why are people shallow? No one ever taught them that what is on the inside is more important then their outer appearance. Think about it. We all work so hard just to look good but to what avail? What does it help? Confidence, yes. Self image, yes. But what about the person on the inside? It rots us. It eventually makes us feel as if outer beauty is more important then the person wearing the shell. Then we become judgmental and make fun of those who do not look like we do. Those who don't have the money to dress as we do or the talent to put the kind of outfit together that we do. I am so sick of being judged on my outer appearance. I dress like the person inside wants. I look like my personality and that is nothing like the fashion magazines say I should so there are girls who snub me because of it. Well to put it nicely there is a name for girls and guys like that but it does not belong in high society save for a kennel. So don't be afraid to dress the way you want, to look the way you want. If there are girls or guys who give you crap about it then they are just stupid, self serving, cowards. They are too cowardly to dress or act the way they want so often do as society tells them to.
That is the end of my spiel. Just remember it only matters what you think.
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Yay! School!....

So we all know how the end of the summer can be. Dragging you heals back to school, procrastinating important stuff, and being just plain grumpy. We also know this is a time our parents are more energetic that usual because they can't wait ti get our sorry butts off of the couch and back to school. Some of us are excited for a new school year-Like me!- some of us are excited yet unwilling-cough cough-and some of us just plain don't want to go back. I love and hate this time of year. The month of August is the worst month for me-why? well that is none of you business.-but I love going back to school and getting a fresh start with my academics and social. I love seeing how people have changed-Aaron is tan!!!-or matured. I love the atmosphere of the learning environment. -yes I am using big words, don't bust any brain cells.- but most of all I love having a schedule. Ever notice how during the summer you begin to feel like a useless lug? Well the reason why is that from the time we were kids our lives have been on a set schedule. We had nap time, snack time, and play time. We went into school and got work time, lunch time, and homework time. Even as teens we still have that set daily ritual and without it we feel like lost sheep. I hate that feeling. It is one of the most degrading, un-fun feelings you can have. The reason is-like they say-you are your worst critique and when you feel useless you begin to point out your own flaws. (I am not sure that applies to guys to but it is true as day for girls.) When we are doing things on our set agenda and accomplishing stuff we feel like we are getting somewhere in life. Without that agenda we feel worthless and out self confidence is crap. So if you are not excited for school, get excited. After all it is a new year and a new you. =D Let me know if you need me to slap some excitement into you. Love y'all have a good day and a good new school year.

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Self-esteem

So yesaterday night I was checking my email and I found and email from an old friend of mine that I have not seen since she moved a few years ago. She was still in my email address book and when I sent out a mass email telling people to check out my blog she got it. Being the amazing friend that she is she gave me some great feed back. I am going to copy and paste what she wrote.
"... you forgot to put self esteem! well not really but you should say more about it! like it doesn't matter how others think you look but how you look! and even if your not the prettiest you are pretty on the inside! just remember everyone is unique in their own special way! beauty is like a rose, there may be thousands out there but they're still beautiful and all flowers aren't the same, there are thousands of different kinds! each is beautiful and unique and special. never forget that! sorry that's all i have to say! or you could use snowflakes! but i guess they'd be kinda flaky, ha ha get it!? sorry it was funny to me! I don't know something like that!" She is right of course. Your self-esteem should not depend on what others think of you but what you think of yourself. Why would anyone want to care about what others think? Most of the time you are guessing or worrying that they are thinking something about you that they really aren't. Being human means that you are vain. Even if it is just a little bit you are still vain. That is one part of the human mind that we must fight. Don't get me wrong, it is good to care about your appearance but to an extent. Why would you let your  self image ride on what others think of you. Some of my favorite song lyrics are from Three Days Grace. I don't know what the song is called but here are the Lyrics: "It's so hard to find someone who cares bout you but it is easy enough to fund someone who looks down on you." That is so true. People are so judgmental and cruel that we would never have any self-esteem if we went on what other people think. Keep that in mind when you go back to school.

School Cliques

Everybody who has every been to school knows that in high school and Jr. high you are required to have at least one clique or you die socially. Being in a clique is like having a safety net of friends that are always there to have you back. Well unfortunately it has become an unwritten rule that if you are not in the "cool" kid clique then you are so not cool. Why is that? Who would even think that? The answer is simple. The teenage "popular s" are stupid, big headed, too-cool-for-you, butt munchers. They think that is you look a certain way, talk a certain way and have a certain attitude you are cool when really it is just them wanting everyone to be just as miserable on the out side as they are on the inside. Well those are the rude "cool" kids. Now lets talk about the nice Popular people.
So there are a couple of people that everyone knows. That is just how it is. Well those few people are the nice popular kids. Everyone knows and loves them because they are not afraid to just be themselves and show the world that it is possible to be well known and well liked. I have quite a few friends like this and I absolutely love them. Now I bet you are wondering where I fit in the food chain of school. That answer is simple. Almost every where. I have realized something that has changed my life forever. You belong where you want to belong! If you want to be well liked go for it. IF you want to hang out with the mathematics kids then have fun. If you want to hang out with everyone then go for it. I personally hang out with everyone who is fun and nice. Well nice for the most part. I am working on fixing a few glitches in that aspect of my life but that is not relevant to this post.
The way I look at every new year if school is that it is a chance to reinvent myself. If there is something I did last year that I don't like or am not proud of I vow to not do it the next year around. If you are the shy type and want to have a couple more invitations to send out on you birthday then learn to break out of your shell. Well that is my spew for the day. If you have any questions or comments please don't be afraid to post them after this post. "] I love comments.

Whahoo!

Yes! Today is the day I dye my hair! Oh yeah I am going from blond to redhead! i shall always be a blond at heart but I will be one hot redhead. "p  My mom bought the hair dye for me on my birthday (July 16th) and I have had to wait to dye my hair because I don't want a faded color for school. Yes! Whoot whoot! Everybody will be amazed by my amazing hotness. The world shall never be the same again!!!!! I am unstoppable I am-just dying my hair...But it is FRICKING AMAZING!!! All the boys will want me now. Bwahahaha! This post really has no point to it other than to tell you I am dying my hair. So with that I sign off. ^_^

HELP!!!

So I am writing a book as you all may know and I am completely stumped. I need a name of a place. Now this is a place where Lions live in a different world. That sounds stupid but they are Sinhala. Sinhala literally translates to Lion People in Greek. They can change-like werewolves-from human to lion. I need the name for their homelands. A pack of lions is called a Pride. So keep that in mind. Please post your answers as a comment on this post. Thanks!

Bob Marley

So I have a dance I am going to with two of my best friends-Aaron and Ann-and in order to have my hair all wavy for it yesterday I braided my whole head into small little braids and the top of my head looks awful So i have this little girlie black beanie that I am wearing in order to hide the fugly top of my head. It kind of looks like I have dread locks. So with the hat my mom and brother have been calling me Bob Marley. I am not Bob Marley! It was funny because I had to go to macey's today and the cashier had a hard time not looking at me. I have only had that problem once and it was because I looked really pretty and not because I looked strange. So I guess the message for today is; Don't worry, be happy. "]

the recurve bow

A while back I had this great Recurve bow. It was just a small little green bow. I loved that thing. Me and my brother would spend hours shooting at our little target in the back yard. Unfortunately it got sold at our yard sale a few years ago. recently I have been craving the feel of my bow. At Oakcreast that thirst was sated for a while but it is back. I love shooting the bow. I think that compound bows are too 21st century. The Recurve was good enough for the Native Americans, and everyone else before 1966 and it should be good enough for us. I love the feel and snap of the arrow leaving the string, the wonderful feel of strength and power when you pull it back to you jawbone and aim. Man I really miss my bow. I am writing a book as you may already know and I had to do a little research and now I have that horrible ache for my bow again. We still have my old target in the garage just no Bow. Well I got to get back to my research. Thanks for caring about my complaining. (Or at least reading it)

Friends

So I am not getting along with one of my friends and we have ceased to be friends now. Why is it all girls go through the "I am a witch" Stage? We are all a complete beast at some point in our lives. Ugh. It gets so old so fast. My solution? Hang out with guys more than I do girls. That way you know a lot of guys and you have a bigger chance of someone liking you and you don't have half the drama in your life you do when you hang out with girls. Guys are very mellow and have one track minds. They don't care who did what and they don't care if you are having a "I am a witch" moment.They are not shallow and only befriend you because you dress a certain way but because of how you act and who you are. Girls are fun to have as friends but they are very dramatic and can be snotty. Girls have their good traits too. What straight guy is going to let you do his nails? What straight guy is going to gossip with you about who is the cutest guy in the grade? Not a one of them. You are thinking then why not hang out with gay guys right? Well they have all the drama girls do and they don't have the chance of them liking you. Lose lose situation but also a win win. -SIGH- I hate drama.
Well that is my spew of the day.

All Summer To Wait

The anticipation,
The confusion,
The frustration


Never before have I waited for school,
With such an exhilarating excitement,
I laugh and call myself a fool

Never before have I wanted and waited for this,

It makes my heart beat so fast,
I have to count my pulse on my inner wrist

I just hope he's waiting for me,
Just as I wait for him,
waiting to glimpse me and see

If I am the same,
Or if I have somehow changed,
and impossible been tamed

The thought of those ice blue eyes,
Sends chills like lighting through me,
And makes my heart increase in size

And so I wait for my Mathew,
Excited yet scared to see his face,
Hoping I will be able to utter, "I missed you."

It's a girly fantasy,
It's a foolish hope,
But I want him to feel the same as me

He probable views me as just a silly girl,
He probable would and will crush me to bits,
And laugh as I let my heart unferal

But I have all summer to wait,
To sit and ponder his picture and my feelings,
All these long days I hate

I have a long time before I shall know,
Of his thoughts and feelings considering me,
And so pen on paper I let my feelings out to freely flow

For now I just sit and concentrate,
On what this summer holds,
For all I have to do not is wait

NOTE: This is a Staci Lyn original and any copy of this must be authorized. I wrote this a long time ago but the situation still applies. The boy in the poem was an old crush of mine.
Copyright, theamazingstaci.blogspot.com 2010

Friends and boys don't mix

okay ladies. We have all been in the situation where you and your best friend(s) like the same guy. Most of the time it is o big deal but then there is the situation where you just don't get along because of it. I am currently in that position. My solution? Stop liking the guy. It may suck but I promise he is not "The one" and if he is then he can wait until you are out of high school to make something of the situation. But when does the guy ever turn out to be "the one"? It is not worth your friendship. There are plenty more guys out there and there is only one friend like the one you have.
Then there is the situation where your best friend is a guy. Well that won't work unless he likes men. I believe is was on When Harry Met Sally that someone so geniously said, "Men and women can not be just friends." That is true. In the end one will like the other or you may end up liking eachother. Not that just complicates life. Friends and Guys don't mix. Sorry charlie. (Or what ever your name is. There are a lot of people who may one day read my blog. So just fill in the blank. Sorry ______)

My Amazing Grandparents

So if I am The Amazing Staci my amazingness has to come from somewhere right? Well I have found out where. Unfortunately for my parents amazingness skips a generation. I am just joking. they are amazing too. But where all this amazingness started was with my grandparents. You want to know an example of why or how they are so amazing? Well I have been saving my pennies to buy a laptop. Working my fingers to the bone pulling weeds, having birthdays, and just being awesome. Well any way the day before last I was having a rough go of life. (Ya see me and my friends are not getting along so well. =C ) Any way my parents had gone golfing (Who does that? Well my parents do because they are amazing. DUH!) and I was sitting home all alone being sad when the phone rang. Who might it be? Well it was my mum and my pop. Well my dad says to me,"Staci, I have a HUGE surprise for you. But I won't tell you what is it. You'll just have to wait until me and you mom get home in about an hour. We have some running around to do first." Well I asked him the obvious questions. Is it chocolate? His reply, "This is ten times better than chocolate!" Is it a call phone? "Do you have a steady job of which can support your cell phone bill?" me: no. "You really thought it was a cell phone?" Me: no but is does not hurt to dream big. Well anyway our conversation went on like this for a while and he would not budge. He has his mother's stubbornness. (Yes my grandma is as stubborn as and Ox and a Donkey. She is so stubborn she makes them look like they give in too easy.) So i an sitting home alone wait ing for my parents to get home driving myself nuts. Well finally I hear the dog bark and run up the stairs to fast you would think my fat little frame would go supersonic. Any way it is them. My mom had gone to Pirate O's and picked up some of the best chocolate on the planet. Kinder. It is German and amazing. You have to try it. So if you Fancie yourself a true reader and follower of my blog you have to try it. (By the way, I only have one follower. That would be my aunt. What is that about people? Maybe it is that I am so amazing I scare everyone away. Yeah that's it. :D apparently only my own kin can stand my amazingness and the only reason why is that she is amazing too.) Anyway I got the chocolate, and some of those wax bottle things that have some otterpop like liquid in them and ate made of wax that you are supposed to chew on. Then my dad gave me a laptop case. He said, "This is for when you buy it. You'll have a place to put it in." Of course I was close to crying. I hugged him and thanked him. Then he told me to grab a box for him out of the front seat of the car. This is just another one of my daily duties as the daughter of my parents. So I ran out there to get this stupid box they had not bothered to bring in. Then I notice that both of my parents are "taking out the dogs." By this I mean that the dogs were...doing there business and they were watching them so they don't run off. I thought to myself since when do they both take out the dogs? Then i get to the truck. I am barefoot and my dad had to park in the rocks on the left side of the drive way. So I am muttering curses at the world by the time I get to the truck. I open the door and there sitting on the passenger's seat is a big black bow with nothing on it other that the two little letters HP. I was stunned for a second and then I thought: it is probably just one of dad's computer programs. Then I think, but he gave me a laptop case. Do you see a connection? Well then I am getting excited and I run off (very carefully for I was holding all my hopes and dreams in a big black box in my arms.) towards the front door totally unaware of the rocks stabbing into my feet. I get there and my parents are smiling at me. By this time tears are running down my face. I ask them, "You didn't-" my dad laughed and told me that I was right. They didn't. My grandpa did. He had bought it for me. I have to pay him back of course but I was so greatful. I ran inside and called him. I probably thanked him about a hundred and fifty times. He told me that I was welcome and that now I have a lot of weeds to pull. I am so excited to got to work tomorrow and thank him in person. I am now typing these words on my amazing laptop. What kind is it? I have not the slightest Idea. But it is mine. :D Thanks grandma and grandpa.

Girls Camp

Over the summer I had the great opportunity to go to three different LDS camps. i went to Oakcrest The best place in the known universe where I intend when I am old enough to get a job. That was the most amazing experience. The counselors are great and the experience is Once in a life time. I went to youth conference which was a blast. (What teenage girl in her right mind would not want to go camping with a bunch of cute boy with good standers?)Then the last one I went to was Girls camp. Now That was fun. I went on a three mile hike that seemed to have no purpose other that tiring us all out and making us get along. On the hike I had the great opportunity to walk with my best friends' mothers. (Ann ans Marcella's moms.) They talked and talked to me. Our conversation was unforgettable and they made me feel so loved. I really got to know Marcella's mom a lot better. I practically live at Ann's house so I know her mom fairly well. After the hike we just chilled out for a while and wrote in people's books. (We all had a book with our name on it and people got to write nice stuff about you in it.) My favorite experience though it was the most painful one was when I was having Knee problems. My knees are not so great and they click out on me a lot. Well that happened and the mussels in my right knee were screaming in agony. I had gone into my tent to grab some stuff and clean it up a little when this happened. I has already taken some pain meds so I had nothing else to do but wait out the pain. I lay on my back crying in front of the door way when Ann came in. She nearly tripped over me. Poor thing almost had a heart attack. She asked me what She could do for me and I tole her nothing. She then told me she was going to go get a leader and before I could argue she was gone. I lay there drying my tears and waiting for some one to come and ask me the same questions Ann had. The "What's wrong?" And the "What do you need?" But much to my great surprise Marcella's mom just came in and comforted me. She gave me her knee brace and held the flashlight for me as I put some things away and grabbed some other things. What she did next I will be forever grateful for. She bent down and hugged me and said, "I love you Staci. You and Kelly are like my own kids." Right then that was exactly what I needed. Then she helped me get out of my tent and go to the fire put where a nice warm fire was blazing. I sat in some one's chair and she made me a smore. It was so nice to feel that kind of love and comfort in my time of pain and loneliness. I loved camp and I love my friends and their parents.

What is the world coming to?

So yesterday I was with my parents in down town Salt Lake City for a Psoriasis study that I am now apart of. Well my mom had to run into the cricket store and she left my dad and me in the car. On our right there was a Kid To Kid store next to the cricket and we were people watching. (One of my favorite pass times.) As we sat and watched these women come in and out of the Kid To Kid we realized something. They were all wearing short shorts, tank tops, and some form of slutty thing on their bodies.I am talking about forty and up women wearing this.One was so bad I had to close my eyes. She was wearing a white wife-beater and a black bra in the rain. When she climbed in the car with her two year old baby she lit up a cigarette. Why is it all women now days seem to think the sluttier the better? Why can't they just cover themselves up? A cigarette does not make you look 'hot' or 'cool' it makes you look like trash. It was just plain nasty to watch these wemen.No one wants to see you wearing that and those who do are complete sickos.I had to resist the urge to scream out the car window, "Put some clothes on no one wants to see that!" It was horrifying. So please in the future put some clothes on when you go shopping. Ugh.

Flying Muffins

I was working up at a camp doing a service project with my family a few years ago cleaning out this place filled with benches made from railroad ties. The camp was so happy with all our help they gave us some muffins for lunch. Well after we ate we actually went back to work unlike some families who just went home. After about three more hours of work we were done and ready to go home. The lady who worked there managing the camp had about three flats of muffins left. She gave them to us for all our hard work. On our way to the car my big brother Kelly was carrying the flat of muffins and he suddenly screamed, threw the muffins in the air and ran. A bee had been attracted by the sweet smell the muffins gave off and had flown over to check it out. My brother is deathly afraid of anything with a stinger. He saw that bee and ran. As the muffins soared through the air my dad dove to catch them and failed. Three flats of muffins ruined because of one little bee. It was a sad sad day in Staci's house hold.

SMA

Two of my best friends and I were having a sleep over one night and we decided to go sleep on the trampoline out back. We were getting really tired and hyper at the same time. (Why yes it is possible.) Me and Marcella started talking as Ann was trying to fall asleep. I cannot remember how we even started doing it but we invented our own language. It is really simple and easy to understand so we decided around smart people we would add another element to it to make it almost impossible to understand. It was really fun to have our own way to communicate. Like with all languages we have added certain rules to it. We named it SMA. It is pronounced sma-ugh. So as to not sound strange we call it SAM around boys.
 About a week after we so ingeniously came up with this language we were sitting in the middle of Sunday school bored out of our minds. The lesson was over mind you and we had about ten more minuted until church was over. Our class is combined with the boys and we were trying to talk about one of them without him knowing it. So we are sitting there speaking this other language not noticing that everyone around us has suddenly gotten really quiet. After about five minutes of this we were done with our conversation. I looked up and noticed every eye was settled on me. I so innocently asked,"What? Why are you all looking at me?" It was not one of me best questions. The whole class erupted into a fit of roaring laughter. Me, Ann, and Marcella have no idea why we are being laughed at.
Finally with tears streaming from her eyes a friend of our is courteous enough to tell us this, "We understood every word of that." Apparently we were so engrossed in our conversation to remember to add the harder element to it. To my utter horror I look at the boy we were talking about. He is smiling at me and says, "Why yes, I do think you are cute." I am not the type to blush. I have only blushed about five times in my whole teenage life but right then I felt my cheeks go red hot and I had to look away. To this day I have still not lived it down.

keeping the fuel gauge filled

Being a teenager is hard enough but without the proper care of your body it is a thousand times harder. The first rule to taking care of a teenage body is sleep. If you are tired you can't concentrate, or get off your butt to go do something fun with friends. No all night-ers. that means no parties past twelve, no studying until you crash. I am pretty sure you get what applies and what does not. The second thing is food. The right kind of food can get you to where you are going. No energy drinks, no high sugar, and no illegal things. (Drugs, drinking before the age of 21...etc.) Being properly fed will help you body's energy and even you immune system so you won't get sick as often. The last one and probably the hardest (At least for me.) is exercise. Get off your booty and go have fun. Be active for at least an hour a day. Not only-girls- will you lose a few extra pounds but you will also-boys- impress the opposite sex. So go show off your mad ninja skills.


-Staci Lyn

Keeping positive.

Life can get hard sometimes and the only way to get through it is to stay positive and have a good attitude. Call it karma or whatever you want but being positive is actually really healthy for you both physically, and mentally. So what if you just lost your job or your cat died? Losing your job may give you the chance to finally try new things and to pursue your dream job. Your cat dieing...well maybe it was Fluffy's time. Being upbeat and happy will draw others to you and give your self-esteem a huge boost. Your trials in life can only make you stronger. Believe me I know. I had someone very, very close to me commit suicide and since then my life has not been the same. It has actually been a living nightmare.The only way I am able to get through the tough times and hard days is to stay positive. I know it sounds easy and I am making it sound like a fix-all but really it is not. It helps a hundred times more but it is not the answer to everything. There are some times in life where even if you are the most positive person ever it is still dang hard to get through. Just remember, If you think you can, or if you think you can't you're right. Being a teenager and having all the crappy drama and hormones going on is really hard. The only way I was able to get through my junior high years was to focus on the academics and not on the social. Wow, that makes me sound like a dweeb. I have and had a great social life but I really didn't and don't care about all the extra drama going on. Turning a deaf ear on the gossip and rude things will help you stay positive, keep you out of most of the drama, and help you to become a confident young person. Boys like confident girls and girls like confident guys.
Whoever said, "Confidence is key." Is a fricking genius.
Well I am done spewing my smarts today. If you have any questions or need any advice please comment and ask. I don't judge. Okay maybe I do but I have good answers and I won't tell you that I am judging you. I promise. I only ask that you don't ask me a dumb questions. That's all for today folks.

-Staci Lyn

What every smart girl should look for in a guy

The thing with most teenage girls today-including myself- is we start to like the wrong guys. Over my very few years in the business of liking boys I have come up with some rules that help me pick out the good guys from the jerks. I encourage you to fallow them and promise they will never stand in your way of meeting a good guy. Rule number one: Does he share the same standers as you do? Meaning; is he a guy who would do something you have decided is wrong or something you don't ever want to do. This can mean drugs, or drinking or even something as little as the way he talks. It is important to see if the guy you are interested in or that is interested in you lives up to your standers. Rule number two: Would you be okay with your parents of grandparents meeting him? Is he someone you would be ashamed to bring home? Would you be embarrassed by him? Rule number three: Is he a good guy? Does he treat you and others around him and you well? Is he nice or is he always nice? Is there anyone he is not nice to? An important thing to look for in a guy is how he treats not only you but your friends. If he is not nice to your friends they won't want you to like him or to hang out with you when he is around. Not only do you want him to treat you and your friends right but also everyone. If he is a bully he is not worth your time. Rule number four: Is he a good example to you? Is he encouraging about your grades? If the guy tells you school can wait or that you should skip school with him he does not have your best interests at heart. A guy who is willing to encourage you or even help you with school work or any work that is important to you is a guy who really does care about you. And last but not least Rule number five: Is he a gentleman? Does he help you out of the car or carry your stuff for you? Does he walk you to class and care about the relationship rules you set with him? (I will write a short post about that some other time.) Does he fallow those rules. A guy who is willing to do so is a good guy.
Remember these rules are about what is in your best interest and what is good for you. Also guys this is some good advice for you to fallow. If you fallow the rules a girl sets for herself then she will be way more willing to date you.
Hope I helped.

-Staci Lyn
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