Hey, guess what, no more Bradley James visions wanna know why? Because I'm having Justin bieber ones instead. I see him every where now, I feel like he's going to show up at my school and talk about music or something or I'm going to dress him up as a girl and do a duet with him at the last blast, and no one would know who he was because he's dressed as a girl then BAM he'd shed his girly-ness and they'd be all like "OMFG IT'S JUSTIN BIEBER, and he's next to Izzy, Izzy is just so cool! I should invite her for some frozen yogurt because I think she'll like that". What if he starts haunting my night visions as well?

Speaking of night visions, I had the most frightening dream last night. My friend and I had our own TV show and my little sixth grader buddy was upset because I was going to travel around the world and my show was going to be awesome like Oprah and he wasn't invited. Then i went on my trip around the world and there was a giant flood and I had to take shelter in an old house and my friend became my twin sister and my parents were there and this elderly woman that owned the house who was eating dog food. It was really leaky in the house and when I looked out the window I was looking at New York City and this huge spaceship hover craft thing was flying around and shooting fireworks into the sky. I asked my dad what it was and he said it was the winner of a scientific space craft contest. People were screaming in the streets too and I didn't know why because, hey, there are fireworks, what's to scream about right? Well, the space craft started shooting lasers at all the skyscrapers and they started collapsing. Then it shot a laser at the old house we were in and it was like waking up from a dream within a dream like inception, because when I looked around the city was fine and the flood had stopped. Then Mom decided to take us all to dinner at this bar and she had this huge fight with Dad and all of a sudden my twin got very antsy and she used twin telepathy to tell me that my dream within a dream was about to come true, so we grabbed Dad's hand and pulled him outside and started steering him to the Giant Radio shack /dress boutique across the street because there was an exit in there that only my twin and I knew about since we were secret agents. We started running to the back of the store and through a bunch of employee only doors until we reached a back room that was purple with chairs and mirrors and a mannequin with headphones on. We sat there waiting and jumping with anxiety, the mannequin came to life just then and opened up a secret door in the wall that lead to an empty elevator shaft and jumped through. My twin and I ran up to the door and stepped on two cushions that were attached to ropes. My twin's was a purple circle and mine was a square. I commented on it as we climbed up on them that they probably gave me a square because I should our dad the secret passage earlier in the dream i just don't remember when. I could tell that out of the two of us, I was the carefree awesome secret agent and my twin was the serious all business awesome secret agent. BTW, we had long straight black hair so it was kid of freaky. Any way, after a lot of riding down and elevator shaft on purple cushions, a door finally opened in the wall before us and we ran through it to find our dad there (he was brought in another way since he wasn't a secret agent) and we were in California and safe.

Then I woke up, The end.

Today during Rehearsal we had KFC for lunch and since our musical is about farm birds we found it pretty Ironic. Girls kept squealing how wrong it was that we were eating ourselves which I replied to with "How fowl!" Aren't I clever?

Last Friday I had my first all-nighter, I stayed up until 6:15! I spent the night watching TV, eating three oranges, two slices of apple pie, some mac n cheese, a cup of tea, watching my bro play assassins creed and accidentally murdering people with brooms, watching a bunch of SNL, and playing cats cradle and would you rather. By 6:15 there was nothing left to do so I crashed, then Ben woke me up at 7:50 so I could get ready for dragon boat the next day. It was pretty awesome.

Well, I'm gonna watch a bunch of movie trailers now so PEACE OUT Homies :-*

fan letter take 1

Hey guess what!!!! I found my letter! It was inside the pocket of a pair of jeans I haven't worn in a while which I found quite random when my butt crinkled as I got comfortable on my couch. There are a lot of edits and crossed out sentences but I will tell you what is comprehensible.

"Dear Mr. James,

First off let me mention how much of a fan my friends and I are. My name is Izzy B, and my friends Caity, sejal and I are studying music and theatre in San Jose California. We adore you and were wondering if you or any of your coworkers had any tips for three young performers.

Though it has come to mind that our letter might be one in a million of would never reach you, we hope that you might read this and perhaps reply for it would make us really happy as would anyone who received something from you. Haha!

The girls and I have put together a list of questions that we would like you to answer."

"What is your favorite color?

Have you ever broken a shoelace?

If you were in a house and all the windows faced south, what color would the bear be?

If the music stopped and she died how would she die?

What kind of music do you like?

What's your favorite movie?

How many fan letters do you get on average?

what's your favorite place?

Favorite ice cream?

Favorite Breakfast cereal?

Favorite scent?

No you have to reply to tell my the answers. :), hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerly,

Izzy B.

Caity

and Sejal"

TADAA!! My first ever fan letter, I'm so proud. well, it's television time so I'll catch you later cool cats. :-*

It seems that I have been avoiding a lot lately, most of all you, and dragon boat but that's a whole other story. I guess this is the time to catch all of you up with everything going on in Izzania.

First off, I actually told AA to eat his fingers. It was great. Second period was just about over, or starting i don't quite remember because hey, it was like, last week. Anyway, I was giving my buddy Sejal a huggle, Sejal is another girl who AA toddles after constantly, he's such a tragic little boy. Well, he was bothered by me and performed such feelings by calling me "It". "Ew, why are you hugging it? It got caught with gum in class because It's stupid." And do you know what I said to him? "Go eat your fingers, Anthony." I didn't even smirk, just stared at him while he sat there nervously trying to act cool.

"Is that even possible?" Sejal had asked, she is such a darling.

"Of course" Anthony and I said in unison.

"I'm sure you know all about that." He had turned to me and grinned. The bell rang then and I walked the other way, but not before turning around and licking my finger just to freak him out. It is oh so satisfying to here a little boy hide behind a girl screaming ew at the top of his wee little lungs. I walked to my locker in the rain, alone, for the rest of the week.

I should probably inform you of why he was bothered by me in the first place. It was during P.E. the other day and we were playing soccer indoors due to rain. I was sitting next to my pal Enthusiastic Austin and was ranting about how much AA annoyed me. Aren't I glad that I inherited my mother's super power of extremely loud voice? Mr. Eavesdropper decided to press charges in the only way he could: Poking me and saying how mad he was at me.

I believe I had every right to vent about AA's annoying-butt-ness, and he shouldn't be so upset with me since I'm sure he does the same about me to his other girlfriends. I told him so and he asked me what country we were in. I thought that to be excruciatingly irrelevant and ignored him.

I have changed my opinion about Mr. R.V., he is no longer a robot vampire. Instead I labeled him a warlock like Magnus Bane from the mortal instrument series. His hair is black now and he subbed twice in a row last week. I so desperately wanted to go up to him and ask him what his favorite color was, but I never found the chance. I sat there being hugged by one of my sixth grader groupies instead.

Saturday: Mother told me that I would have to miss dragon boat for the second time in a row (My buddy Rachel must hate me right now) Because we were going to meet some cousins and tour San Francisco. My day was already planned out you see, I would go to dragon boat, take a shower, and then meet my skating buddy Lilly and chill for the rest of the day. But since our little meeting was planned instead I had to say no to both of my activities. Here's the fun part of the story. We didn't end up going to the city with our cousins and I totally wasted a whole morning instead of going to practice. I messaged lilly though and we still got to hang, we went to Starbucks and to 7eleven in the pouring rain and got soaked, she introduced me to the idea of unschooling and he Is We.

On Sunday, Mommy and Daddy took my to castle rock. We weren't exactly prepared to find a bunch of people, little parking, or snow. We had fun, I couldn't feel my fingers afterward, but the fun was there.Then we went to dinner with the family and Ashley to a buffet. Yea, the food wasn't too good and I didn't find any of the desserts appealing at all. We headed to Target and i bought Fantastic Mr. Fox which totally made up for my cold fingers and less than decent dinner.

On Monday the house was getting cleaned so my sister and I camped out in the Rents' room watching Zombieland until Mumsie returned from her workout to take us to brunch. We went to Willow Glen and had a ball. Sadly when we returned my room was disastrously clean but I got to watch Mr. Fox and my happiness returned. OOH!!! I almost forgot!! On our way home from brunch we passed by this cafe while driving down the road. I couldn't help but notice a boy sitting at one of the tables alone. He wore a black hoodie and his head was bent over his phone and his blonde hair was spilling over his eyes. I was mesmerized for about five seconds then remembered that boys were icky and turned my attention to the music that was playing instead.

Well, today is Tuesday and we finally decided to meet the cousins in the city. We had a grand old time touring China Town and that one other place across the bay which I can't remember at the moment. They had good ice cream though, and really cute clothes. Zoe and I shared two custard horns and played cat's cradle during the car ride home where mother got really creative whilst honking at a car trying to cut her off on the highway. I don't think Ass-wipe-whole is found in the dictionary but you could always check.

To wrap it all up, yes, i have the week off, yes, i have a paper due monday, yes, I have to report Rainbow day to management next Tuesday, no, I don't want to think about attending practice on saturday, yes, I am exhausted because it is quite late, yes, i need to do more sit ups, and indeed, I have been thinking about not sending a fan letter to Bradley James who not only haunts my day visions but also my night ones. I should probably explain that last bit. Well, I and my Bradley obsessed friends, Sejal and Caity, decided it would be fun to look up an actor's address and try to contact him. Once I find the letter I will surely read it to you, but sadly it seems it has been misplaced during our Monday cleaning. AnyWho, my dream was even more interesting. Mr. Bradley was at my school while Mr. Mac was showing a video (which he does quite often during lunch) about Arthurian legend which followed with a lot of student roleplay and improv and something to do with new students who I was trying to relate to. I won't bore you with all the details. Well, I tried to do little things to grab Mr. Actor's attention but he would look at me like I was a talking lamp, Like "What the hell?" Or "Am i supposed to respond in some way?"

It's not like I was being rude to him or anything, maybe I was a lamp in my dream and he didn't understand why it was trying to talk to him. Not really what I would call the best dream ever but what can you do?

I saw Jaws the other night. Ew.

I'm off to search for my letter now before the little brownies come and send it off into the world of snail mail. Until next time my little cookie jars. :-*

I do not want to be AA's friend anymore, all he does is sit in a corner, poke his pointy nose in the air, and look down upon everyone around him, most of all ME. I mean what the devil is wrong with him? He never gives me any food when he brings some to school to share, we've only hugged twice which is absurd, he scolds me because I act like a freak, he makes fun of me all the time, I'm pretty sure he talks behind my back, I can't rely on any of his promises, I can't depend on him as a friend, and worst of all HE WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!

He follows me everywhere as if I'm supposed to ignore his petty annoying-butt-ness. My mother says I should tell him to go eat his fingers, that he is too immature to be hanging out with a girl of such superiority. Yes, she was talking about me.

If AA is following me to Big school I might have chuck my cat at him.

In other news, a robot Vampire is subbing for band. His name is Mr. R.V. (Stands for Robot Vampire, aren't I clever?) And he is the most interesting person to look at. He's tall, and has big feet, and gauges and cartilage piercings, and red hair that looks like a cross between a mow hawk and a horse's mane. His teeth are really sharp and his eyes are huge and he always has the same expression on his face. He kind of looks like hercules from that Disney movie.

He subbed last week for one of my two music teachers, and I had the most interesting conversation with him.

"How long have you been subbing for music?" I had asked, jumping up beside Mr. R.V..

"About a month." Was his reply. I looked down at his clip board as he flipped through his papers, he had some lovely drawings in the margins. It amused me to know that even a sub doodled during class.

"Do you enjoy music?"

"Yes, it's very cool."

"I love music." I said, admiring Jojo who rested on my thumb.

Mr. R.V. smiled. "The funny thing is I never payed attention to it during class."

I laughed and began to turn away. "and look where you are now."

"Yea, its crazy." he said, mostly to himself.

And that was all. I do hope to see him again. Until next time my little finger paints. :-*

War of the women

Well, it is Monday and the last day of January. Goodness, where does the time go? (I'm betting on vegas because that's where you suddenly have all the time in the world) I spent this fine Monday quarreling with AA, who absurdly hasn't moved yet and apparently never will and will follow me too high school and continue being his usual Annoying Anthony self. In other news, I might be getting private oboe lessons from Mr. Oboe Man at San Jose state place-where-my-brother-goes-to-learn-when-he-isn't-at-home-stealing-our-food, my mother has contacted him with an email address that I have retrieved from my music teacher, Mr. K, after the umpteenth try. Mr. K is very funny and always seems so positive, especially when he doesn't want to talk to you or wants you to stop playing the piano in the corner and take your gosh darn seat so we can start. I love him best when he's highly caffeinated, it is always amusing to watch optimistic teachers rapidly teach with double-plus enthusiasm when fueled with caffeine, has anyone ever noticed that?

My week is completely booked, BTW, I had rehearsal this evening and also have it tomorrow and Thursday. I have a piano lesson on Wednesday and the Father Daughter dance on Friday. This is where we come to the problem which I will have to explain with an awfully long story that started last Tuesday. My evening was flooded with homework and I was so exhausted that my Anne Frank reading and response work almost put me too sleep. Please note that when a small child such as I is tired our emotions heighten to such extent that we won't listen to anybody or anything except a hug and some ice cream, no words necessary unless they are "No, you don't have to do all this work, here, have a pony." Sadly, none of these were at hand and I spent the rest of the night crying and working and reading and crying and clinging to mummy and sleeping. Obviously there was no room to study for the test I had the following day and this angered the great godly parents of Izzania. I didn't want to get a bad grade and disappoint them so I decided to look over the requirement sheet for the test. I gaped at the purple piece of paper, I couldn't answer a single practice question on it and soon realized I was doomed to fail. The previous night's sorrow filled my eyes again and I begged mummy and daddy to let me stay home and study so I wouldn't fail the test.

Honestly, now that I look back, it would have been easier to just go to school and take my chances in Mr. Mac's classroom. When missing school on Wednesday I not only missed the easy test and the due date for a grading packet that was worth a little over a hundred points (I will turn that in mumsie, don't fret) but also the Gay Straight Alliance meeting that was usually held on thursdays but apparently not today. I would've missed the mile run too if it hadn't been on thursday, and then I would've been in big trouble.

When I told my parents it was like I shot my mom in the foot. The despair washed over me and I could tell that I disappointed her, that she was starting to believe that I would end up like my brother, irresponsible and untruthful. It was as if I betrayed her, and maybe I did, it was selfish to take Wednesday all for myself yet I did it anyway out of fear (which so happens to be a reason for a great deal of things these days).

I couldn't help but cry, I was so sorry for what I had done. Mother told me not to cry though, she said to take scolding like a strong woman. I didn't feel strong though, I felt small and fragile. I didn't want to upset her anymore so I silently dashed upstairs and sobbed out all my regret. That night was Pioneer night, where all the eighth graders from little school get to see the electives and things at the big school. As we silently drove to the big school I remembered the previous drive to piano lesson that day. How momma had me promise her that I would never ever lie to her, she was close to tears then, as if my promise spared her the worry of another defiant teenager. Goodness, and what I said to her during dinner must have been like a slap to the face, or a shot to the foot as I put it. Karma struck then for as I was exiting the car, fixing my frilly skirt, and checking my earrings, the door slammed on my thumb resulting in another reason to cry. My thumb is now swollen and there is a dark stain under my nail from the dried blood. I couldn't tie my shoes for days, I couldn't even play Jojo on friday or do my Anne Frank journal entries.

While in the big school gym mom asked when I was going to get the Mr. Oboe Man contact information from Mr. K for I hadn't done that yet. "Tomorrow?" She asked. "Next week? Next month?" She was still agitated and her joking came off as cruel.

Friday afternoon on the ride home I told her that I would take the missing test after school next week and that Mr. K had forgotten to give my the contact info. As it turns out, he was expecting me to follow him to the orchestra room where I would get it there but since the orchestra room was like an alien planet to me and Mr. K never turned to see if I followed I was discouraged. Mother thanked me with a sigh of relief, she told me that I did the right thing trying to catch up with my appointments.

Sunday came with a whole new sea of discomfort. We spent the evening eating Zoe's home made coconut cream pie and playing mahjong with the Fungs, dear friends of ours. Rachel Fung is a year younger then I, we go to the same school and she influenced me to do dragon boat. we were all rather hyper and enjoying ourselves when zoe answered one of Rachel's question with her usual response: "Up your butt and around the corner!" Mom pointed out that that was inappropriate, Zoe muttered a pathetic excuse and we continued. Let me point out to you that Rachel and I were on the same team since I hadn't the slightest idea how to play mahjong and she scolded me from time to time when I picked up or moved the wrong piece, I would then respond with an apology or a pathetic excuse of my own. Mom decided to mimic me, she adopted this from Ben since he would do it to make others laugh and make me feel like throwing up at how high and screechy he thought my voice was, she made a very incomprehensible, inhuman sound that i guess was supposed to be me and I stared at her in dismay. Now look who's being inappropriate, I thought. I clearly stated my opinion of this by saying "Up your butt and around the corner." Which, as I found out, wasn't a proper thing to say to an adult. Mother told me she was a grownup and could say such things as she liked and scolded me for being so rude, I was flabbergasted and chose to be nonexistent for the rest of the evening.

Even though we have seemed to have gone far from topic, which was my busy schedule and the problem, let me help out. Busy after school schedule = no after school test taking = no test taking. Period. Mr. mac won't allow me to take it during class because he cares so mush about me that he doesn't want me to miss a single fact or lecture, and suggested I take the test home and work on it there. Hmm, I wonder if he pondered the possibility of cheating, oh well.

Now I must be off and find something shiny to look at. Until next time, my Girlies :-*

I am rather upset with myself this morning for I woke up and realized that I didn't finish all my homework. There wasn't any time. School gets out at 3:51 and I had a piano lesson and I didn't get back home until about 5:45 because of traffic, then I had to get dressed because my sister was in a play that night. We left for her school right after dinner and once we got back from that I started on my language arts homework and didn't finish until like 10:22. By that time I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, and I did. My hair looks horrible, just thought I'd point that out.

We're reading about Anne frank in language arts, we listen to many of her entries everyday and respond to the ones we pick out. At least eight of them. I responded to eleven last night. Anne and I have a lot in common, I've noticed. We both love to write, we're both thirteen, we both can become impatient with our mothers, and we quarrel then cuddle with our super smart sisters a lot.

I had cheerios for breakfast, they taste so plain.

well, it's time for school, until next time my butterfly kisses :-*

It is the new year and I have decided to hate all boys my age. Especially the ones who start hanging out with one of the crowds and their whole personality changes and they start cussing all the time and acting just like everyone else to seem cool or normal. We got a new student at our school, he's from Sacramento I think, my friends on the hill (thats the place where we eat) adopted him. My friends have a habit of emitting bad words and I don't enjoy it, I only hang with them because my friend Cassie does and I think I may have hurt her feelings yesterday. I don't like hurting people. Anyway, this kid, this new kid, he's like short and has a super deep voice as if he's gone through puberty and his expression never changes, not in his voice not on his face which looks exactly like my buddy Sarah's face. They could be twins except for the fact that she's already a triplet.

I gave New Boy the cold treatment, I didn't like him from the start. I feel that he's stealing my friends from me. He of course thinks I'm frightening and states it aloud, then everyone on the hill thought I was frightening and they all hid behind Cassie. He even told me when I asked that no he doesn't act like he does, and no he doesn't cuss this much. Since I was acting very depressed, she asked me what was wrong. I didn't know what was wrong, I just felt very angry and impatient ever since that stupid emotionless froglet started hanging out with her. I took off my jacket and showed her my arm instead. I was healing from a rash that was triggered after running the mile nonstop. I'm so proud, 10:40, 14 seconds too slow but still good. She was very concerned and then New Boy said something stupid and I shouted something stupid back and it backfired. Cassie was standing away from me, she looked so sad. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, I just wanted to get a point across. Once I see her today I'm going to apologize, tell her that what I said was uncalled for.

Well I have to go, school and all. Until next time my friends :-*