All The Other Days I Didn't Post

Okay, I am so sorry I didn't post much. I have a lot of stories to tell you about for however many days I don't even know the count of.

Alright, so, first story: In art class, we were instructed to paint whatever we wanted, and we were going to be graded on our technique and how we mixed colors to get other colors. Simple lesson. I get started with a painting of a penguin jumping into the cold water. 
Somehow, I messed up the background. HOW DO YOU MESS UP A BACKGROUND?!?!?! 
 However you do that, I did. I was trying to paint is a sunset back ground with purple, bright oink, a darker pink that was a sand color, and blue. I had a lot of colors on the palette and when I went to get a certain color without looking. Instead of pulling the brush above and to the canvas laying down on my desk, and instead it hit against the side of the palette and flipped over, and splattered all the colors all over my canvas. 

HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!?!

I just...I am so pathetic. 

And that's actually my only story I have to tell. I guess I'll have another for you tomorrow! Maybe something like how I made the stupidest typo ever in writing.

I bid y'all adieu!

Today Post (Not Really Sure What To Call This.)

Sometimes, I just feel like I'd rather lay down and sleep instead of actually crying.


Today, I've been really depressed and I'm not telling you why, and what I did instead of crying was sleeping. I was sleeping most of the day so nothing interesting really happened. I'll probably have something good tomorrow.


Today hasn't been a good day so bye! See you guys tomorrow!

My First Writing Piece to Share!

So, I decided I'd share a small prologue from a novel I'm trying to write. I really like it so I think it'd be good enough to share!

Prologue, Uncontrolled Magic:

Heart racing. Legs aching. Small little midnight colored mists shooting from my hands. I run. From what? I had no idea. Maybe it was myself. Maybe I was running away from the curse. Yes. A curse. The halls were dark, and a stinging, sour taste of salt was sinking into my tongue. The scent of the hallway was strange. Many scents mixed. I didn't know how to explain that disgusting smell. The clatter of the stone floor against my boots was like a shattering window. And the feel of soft mists coming from my hands. It was cool, yet disgusting at the same time. I was running from this curse of mine that would stay with me forever. I had no idea how to control it, but I had to.

            This hallway was stone bricks, some bricks had fallen onto the ground, while most of the hall was still intact. Columns at the floor, crushing anything beneath them. I kept running as fast as I could. Nothing was about to stop me. I had to find a way to get control of this curse.

 

            By the time I had gotten all the way down the hall, I saw the stone doorway I was looking for. I stopped running and gave myself a moment to breathe. When I was ready, I walked normally through the door. My robes rustling gave a creepy incense to the staircase I was walking down. I looked at the steps. This place is scary...I have to keep moving though. There may be something down here to help me with this curse. I thought, closing my hands into a fist. The magics coming from my hands stopped going crazy, and I felt that I'd be okay for a while. Then I stepped on the last step, heard the noise of an ice sheet coming over it, then felt myself falling forward. I forced my clenched fists open, having another slippery substance spread onto the floor I was trying to catch myself on, then having my hands hit the ground, sending my legs up above my head into the air. I had done a summer salt. I landed on my toosh and stood up, grasping to the wall, which was going to end up being turned into something, and slid carefully over all the floor. Eventually I found myself at a part that wasn't slippable and stepped onto it, still being careful and letting go of the wall. I looked into the distance. There wasn't anything but stone hallways. I gave a sigh then grasped onto the wall again, turning it into a weird sticky substance and let go of it, being careful of the floor. I made my way back up the stairs and through the messy stone hallway where I came from.

 

Then the courtyard came into view. I started running out into the field, many different types of magical abilities coming from my hands and feet. I knew I should've been in my room, where I wouldn't mess anything up, but what was the point of keeping myself there when I could cause trouble outside? I jumped onto the small little pond, which turned into ice right as I touched the water, I then slid off into the grass of the courtyard. It looked like I was going to have to learn to ice-skate. I sighed. I really needed to be able to control this magic.

            Being five years old, and having magic was not a good combination. I started to walk back inside towards my room when a huge shadow came up from behind me. I bit my lip, scare-dom bubbling inside me, and then tried to pretend it wasn't there. I kept walking, the shadow moved with me. I knew it wasn't my shadow. No. Couldn't be. Then I looked down at the shadow again and saw that the shadow's mouth was moving.

I couldn't hear it. Nothing came. I turned around slowly, to see a large tree behind me. I backed away slowly. Although it was just a tree, it still freaked me out. It wasn't anything like the other ones in the courtyard. As I walked backwards, I stepped onto the ice, and slipped back towards the tree. Then the tree took a step towards me. I stood up as fast as could, ignoring my random sorts of magic and quickly jumped as much as I could over the pond and then slipped to the grass, still standing, then started to run as quickly as I could again. Snow started to form below my feet. I looked behind me, at the walking tree. It was now following me. I screamed and started to run faster. Then I hit a wall, and slid down it, looking up at the tree, that had gotten to me, and was leaning over me. I could feel my heart pumping fast. Jell-O legs. This was just creepy. The tree soon moved one of it's branches using it as a hand then reached for mine. I screamed again and pulled my hand over my face, a cold substance shooting from my hand at the tree's face. The tree dodged the magic and then pulled me up. I kicked the tree over, as of it being about as big as I was, and then started running inside.

            When I got inside, I did my best not to let my magic show. My mother had magic too, and she could control it. I must have gotten the magic from her, but for some reason couldn't control mine. I ran towards my room, hoping none of my sisters would see me, and then locked myself inside. My room was chaos. I looked around at the crazy mess. There was midnight mist, ice, snow, crystal, tropical vines, forest vines with spikes,  and pretty much anything that Sorcerer magic could do. I slipped down to the ground, leaning on the locked door, and watched more ice grow across the floor as my hands touched it. This was impossible. Five years of my life I had made this entire mess in my room. My bed was about the only clean thing in my room, and it was off in a corner that I never went to, I knew by now that if I touched my bed, I would ruin it. I tried standing up, only to fall down again because of the ice and then felt a mist beneath me. I laid down right there, tears coming from my eyes. I started to cry.

It's a first draft, so it doesn't have great spelling.

Verification Codes to Prove You're Not a Robot? Seriously?

 I really don't get why they have these things. Robots barely exist right now, and we had these prove you're not a robot thingies before we even had robots. How does that do anything? I am always dyslexic with things like this and I have to squint at those stupid weird letters mashed together that make a fake word that you can't even pronounce.


I try to post comments on other blogs and when I get to the verification thing, I'm sitting here like, And...that's the first word? Seriously? What is with this?! Then I look at all the confusing irregular shaped lettered word. I do this:
Lablooionbf? Is that what it says? Oh never mind! I SURRENDER!!


I really can't read those things. I end up pressing that "new code" button a million times until I come to one I might be able to do.


These things are pointless.

And Here I Think Sleep is Amazing

I really do...Sleep is totally awesome. But, when you have parents who wake you up by ripping your warm blanket off of you, well, you sometimes don't like bed.


I know that sometimes I think that my parents will only rip my blanket off of me when I sleep on my bed, so I go sleep in a comfortable corner on the floor thinking, I'm not going to be woken up here! I was wrong. I was mad at my bed for being my bed last night, so I slept on the ground and now I hate the comfortable corner on the floor.


So, I got up this morning and I had a strange urge for having bacon. I didn't have bacon. We didn't have any bacon I could cook. So instead, I decided that  I'd make an egg sandwich. (Those sandwiches with ham, a fried egg, and cheese. The bread being toast.) Yeah...great idea me!


I get the egg onto the burner and since I was half asleep, half of the egg part was going ALL OVER the stove, while the other half of the uncooked egg was going into the pan. I was watching the fan spin around...and around...and around. So when the light gets turned on and my mind goes back to normal and stops being all spazzy, I looked down at the stove to see the half egg that went on the stove was falling onto the floor now. I also realized I never turned on the stove. I'm still like a third of the way asleep at this time, so my brain is working slightly better, and I grab a towel and throw it onto the ground so it will catch the egg falling to the ground. I dumped the rest of the egg in the pan down the sink, washed out the pan, and tried for another egg. As I tried to get a new egg, I dropped another onto the ground. Then I gave up and had my dad make my sandwich. Of course I did have to clean up all the other egg on the floor so I did...and after breakfast I curled up and tried to go to sleep instead of getting ready to go to church.

About The Blog

Hey everyone! I'm MaKenna. No, I didn't mix up the way my name is spelled. It's seriously spelled that way. Anyway, this blog is mostly about my daily life, and all the ways I complain and talk about stuff from my day to you guys. Most of the time, I hate my life because of how dumb it is. And other times I'm like, "WHOO!" and OTHER times...I just think my life is crazy, like any preteen writer's life.
Mostly on this blog, I'll be telling you guys about the weird and unique stuff that happens to me each day that something interesting happens. Things will get boring if I have a normal day, and I tell you the same thing for a week. When I get older, I'd like to be a Wildlife Biologist, or an author if I can write at least ONE novel.
I'll try my best to keep depressing posts to a low pace, because I do have that weird mental illness thing that happens a lot. Anxiety and depression, so...gonna be a bit hard for me.


Mainly, I just need a place to keep myself writing and keeping my fingers moving furiously over the keyboard, trying to press buttons and spell words correctly.


Anyway, please follow if your interested. :) Thanks!