Nothing has changed...

This is the weirdest thing of my life.

6 Words Only

So I feel like I'm always writing about English class.. buuuut...


Can you imagine telling a story through 6 words? It seems so limited, and is based upon the reader's assumptions and inferences. It all started back with the famous author Hemingway, who was said to have been challenged to write a whole novel in six words. He came up with "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." 

I've found more of these on the internet written by people all over the nation.


Did what I was supposed to do.


A name that people don't hear.


Never ever trust a nice guy.


Songs tell stories words can't say.


Excuse me while I google that.


Lost voice. I kept on singing.




I don't know, there's lots of them. They're kinda cool. We practiced a few, and next class we're going to have a friend edit them. Who knew six words could say so much?

Everyone Needs a Brazilian

They're cute, fun, and love to party. They send you funny text messages like "KIMBER... YOU ARE A MURDERING!" or "I have you.", can shop like there's no tomorrow, have laughs that sound like dying hamsters, and when they're mad at you the best they can come up with is, "I am going to kill you in three seconds... You are a BAD FRIEND!"

Ana Carolina Sobriera Vasconcelos is the sweetest, silliest, and funniest person I know. She makes me laugh soo hard with our random phone conversations, or when she tries to teach me Portuguese, and her cute accent brightens up my day. My new permanent nickname is "Keember". I am a FAN of this girl! She always tries to do what's right and deals surprisingly well with the hundreds of annoying sophomore boys who are head over heels for her.

She had definitely impacted my life for the better this year, and I'm lucky to call her my Brazilian Sister. <3

10 Ways to Make a Boy Like You

Sure do love babysitting my neighbor's kids. Every night after I come home, I am brimming with stories.
The kids are 5, 8, and 10. Each are so unique and have the most infectious of personalities.


Last night, they were questioning me about my love life. 
"Sooo Kimberr... Who do YOU like?"
I was shocked that they even dared to ask, 
"Nobody, you know boys have cooties!"


After a few minutes of persistent pleading, I caved. I told them about a friend I have in one of my classes, and they listened intently.


"Does he like you?" they asked with wide eyes.
"No, see, that's the problem... How can I get a boy to like me?"


That question opened up an hour and a half conversation. Who knew 8 year olds could be so knowledgeable? They made me take notes of the ten surefire steps to "blow out the other competition".


10 Ways to Make a Boy Like You

1. Start playing a sport that he's interested in, and invite him to a game.
2. If he doesn't talk to you after prom, it's okay. Don't give up.
3. Let him make the first move.
4. Find out what his favorite sport is, and get him a signed ball by "all the best players".
5. On his birthday, bake him a HOMEMADE cake. None of that store bought stuff.
6. To find out his interests, favorite color, and favorite type of cake.. start a survey during Free Time at school. Walk around the class with a clipboard and pencil, and ask everyone (INCLUDING HIM) specific questions. Then you can find out everything you need to know.
7. If he likes the Percy Jackson series, buy him the Sun of Neptune. This is the way to make him fall in love with you.
8. Ask him what his favorite movie is, and if it's scary, ask him what his 2nd favorite movie is. For your first date... find a movie that you're both comfortable with (and make sure it isn't on Sunday), and go to his favorite restaurant for dinner. (favorite restaurant can be included in survey in step 6)
9. On your first date, wear a cute shirt, and cute pants. Or a dress. Boys like green, blue, and sometimes red. Make sure your fingernails are long and painted, and wear your hair down. Wear a lot of makeup, but if he starts looking at you weird then take some of it off (except lipstick). Boys want to see your true beauty, and make up disguises that.
10. If he still doesn't like you after all of these steps, then come back and talk to us next time you babysit.

Needless to say, I'm pretty excited.

Kimber

I judge you.

 With the new Josh Powell case out in the open, I've been thinking a lot about judging people. Is there a difference between judging people, and judging decisions? Or is it one in the same?

I judge, you judge, he judges, she judges, we judge, they judge... you get it. Judgement exists. A boy (preferably a 15-18 year old "asian", in my opinion) walks into a classroom, and instantly every person in that room, consciously or unconsciously, sizes and categorizes him (Plato's talk... whoopee). Is he attractive, unattractive? Is he a good friend? What kind of music does he listen to? It's all decided in under a minute. Of course, with careful evaluation our opinion will change. I am quite fond of the people who surprise me. They can put on a certain image, and turn out to be completely different. I guess we're all that way, in a sense. We all put on images for what we want people to see us as. Vibrant, talkative, and energetic? Chill, smart, and collected? Or perhaps, not having a care in the world? We create images for ourselves of who we are, who people think we are, who we want people to think we are.. So the question comes down to this:

When the masks are removed, who are we really?

Aaaaand while we ponder on that... I think, yes, there is a difference between judging a person and judging their decisions. Take Josh Powell for instance. His wife is missing, and he just killed his two children. I don't believe that there is anyone who would support that act. But is it MY PLACE to wish him to "burn in hell"? I've read too many FB/Twitter updates wishing him the worst.

YES, what he did was sick and twisted and he ruined the lives of two beautiful children... but only God can give him that consequence, whatever it may be.. and I will assure you that it will be just.

More often than not, I think it is better to leave the serious judging (not deciding whether or not I like her shoes) to the Big Man Upstairs.

We are here to live, love, and learn.

Love is louder than crime on the news. Love is louder than heartbreak. 

Anyway, my mom is kicking me off the computer, and I have a pile of unfinished homework.. So goodnight!

Kimber