Lost a follower

Why would anyone do that? It's just cruel. I just don't get it. People usually decide to follow blogs after they decide they like one, not before. I'm not sure whether or not this follower - excuse me, I meant ex-follower - of mine accidentally pressed the "follow" button on my blog,  but even so, there's another window that opens up after that says something like, "[Insert your name here] is now following so-and-so's blog." 


So a person would have to be extremely stupid to "accidentally" follow someone else's blog. 


And if it was done as a practical joke, well, then it's cruel and unfunny practical joke. And I like to laugh, I'm a funny person (except on print) so I like practical jokes, but not if they're mean. 


And since I know that this follower (I'm nice enough to not mention his/her name here) has a blog (two, actually) and has not gone anonymous, it's not like he/she can offer that up as an excuse as to why he/she is not showing up on my meager list of followers anymore. 


Okay. I had a rough couple of days, and now I'm done venting. Goodbye. 

I HAVE A NEW BABY SISTAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Babies are awesome. Even if all they do all day is sleep, cry, poop and make gurgly noises, they are the miracles of life, truly. I'd love to show y'all a picture, but since, unfortunately, most of you are complete strangers to me (although I'm sure you're lovely people in real life) so I can't do that. 


Just picture a tiny, five-pound-fifteen-ounce tiny little girl with slightly chubby cheeks (you know, the ones that make you sooooooo irrevocably tempted to just give 'em a squeeze? Yeah, I mean those kinds of cheeks) and a slightly squashed nose that looks even more squished when she sleeps with her face to the side. Ain't that just adorable?? 


Bottom line: I love babies.  

You've heard of those jokes that go like, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" or like, "What do you get when a pig takes karate?" Well, let me tell you something: NOTHING. Firstly, why can't a chicken cross the road to get to the other side? And why do pigs have to take karate? They can just sit on a person and kill them that way, they're so fat

I got a 4 on my US History AP!!!!!!!! Isn't that great?? Since right now I'm in the process to looking at colleges and writing my college app essay and looking at prospective applications to fill out, I have to be concerned with what I get on my AP, obviously. And the minimum score for colleges to accept AP Credit and place students in a higher-level class is either a 3 or a 4, depending on the college. So I just made it! Thanks, Mr. K, for being an awesomely fantastic teacher. (And for writing me a recommendation letter) :D Tootles! 

5.9 Earthquake on the East Coast

The state of NY is known for its apples, its vibrant city, and . . . earthquakes? 

Around 2:30 PM today, I was on my computer working on my latest writing quest when suddenly my entire desk begins to shake. At first the tremor is subtle, barely felt. I've lived through earthquakes before in Japan but I was too young to remember then, so you could say that I've never felt through an earthquake yet. So I didn't realize what this was at first, obviously. A bit jarred, I continued writing, thinking there must be some sort of heavy construction work going on somewhere around the neighborhood (I heard trucks and such outside, so I had perfectly logical reason to believe such a thing). When the shaking did not stop, however, and only increased I stood up, realizing that maybe this wasn't the result of some benign construction work after all. When I did, I felt the shaking even more (my heart's still pounding really fast, by the way) and watched with confused and terrified eyes as my entire desk, chest of drawers, mirror and even my heavy wooden queen-sized bed began to shake and tremble like they would just fall apart right now. 

I ran out of my room, calling for Aunty (that's what we call our nanny who stays at our house Monday thru Friday every week) and she ran out of my parents' bedroom where she'd been cleaning to shout, "Earthquake! Earthquake!" Only Aunty and I had felt it - my grandparents who are home with us, and my brother, did not. It had only been felt upstairs, not downstairs, apparently. They even doubted us, saying we'd gone crazy or something. At least, that's what my grandma told me. 


Now, if you live on the East Coast of the U.S., you understand my confusion. The last time a truly damaging earthquake hit the NYS area was in 1944. That was sixty-seven years ago. So the people of NYS are not used to earthquakes, and those in NYC who felt it did not at first realize what they were feeling, because there are so many other disturbances and such there. I was watching the news coverage on it a while back and people who were interviewed said they'd first thought it was either construction or just a really big subway train going very fast underground. When the shaking didn't stop, though, they realized something was seriously wrong, and some buildings had to be evacuated. Lower Manhattan has some of its streets filled with people right now. 


This event has really made me realize how fragile this balance of life is for us humans and everything else living on this planet. Watching natural disasters occur on TV and experiencing them are definitely not the same thing. While watching, you feel only sympathy and thank your lucky stars or God or whatever else you believe in that it wasn't you. Experiencing it, though, truly makes you grateful for everything you normally take for granted in this world.    


Right now I'm at my desk again, typing up this blog post to mark this day in NY history and possibly awaiting aftershocks. If I don't feel them, wonderful. If I do, I'll be sure to let you know. 

New address, fellow peeps, NEW ADDRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look up at the website address bar. Go ahead, look and see. It's different, I promise. I have changed from www.misticalnia.blogspot.com (because really, who wants to read something with that sort of title, right?) to www.writingawesomeness.blogspot.com ('cause that is much, much better :D ). 


Okay, peeps? So don't get lost on your way here, or else I'll send the big bad wolf after you.  . . . After I find someone to play big bad wolf, that is. Hmm, that'll be a problem. How about you, That Blond Guy? 

Sorry I'm being lazy and not posting part two of my awesome midnight dance story - which is a bit like cinderella, a bit like real life. I'll post soon, I swear. Seriously. Believe me.

Hey. We're all human. We all have faults. Leave me to mine, and I won't nag at yours. 

Calling all patriotic Americans

It's that time of year again here in America and people are celebrating the nation's glorious years starting from its humble beginnings as a newly born country in July 4, 1776 and now 235 years later in July 4, 2011. What changes we've experienced, what happiness, sorrow and everything in between! 


So, just wanted to say, "Happy Independence Day, USA!" Hmm, I wonder if the British celebrate this as a day of sorrow or something for them since they lost the loyalty of a valuable colony on this day. Any British people out there in blogland who could answer this question? What exactly do you guys do (if anything) on this day?   


Aside from that, here's a quote by Erma Bombeck about today: 

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.