I submitted a story about my Dad today, and actually started to cry while I was writing it. My Dad is honestly one of the most amazing people I know. I really look up to him. He’s always got my back. I know that I’m lucky to have him.



I made artistic of me.

I made this…how artistic of me.

Ever since I entered into my late teens, many things have happened in my life where I’ve needed help but was too afraid to ask. This week, for instance, two events occurred that I didn’t know how to handle on my own. So what did I do? Well, I tried to keep my struggling from those who love and care for me the most. With the first event, I practically let everything crumble before me, and in the end, after all the anger, my dad came up to my room to have a “chat” with me.
“If you can’t even come to us for help, then who are you supposed to turn to?” He asked.
I never gave him an answer. I didn’t have one. I usually locked away my frustration, pushed my hardships aside, and at all costs avoided stressful situations. Though it made me feel like a coward at times, I was afraid that if I ever asked for help, someone would judge me. However, the other day I forced myself to knock down my walls and ask my friends and family for some advice. Still, I never asked my parents, but I did turn to a trusted adult, who understood me well enough, and who I felt wouldn’t judge or criticize me about the thoughts that were racing through my mind.
As time has flown by, these last four years, I’ve learned that high school is full of its ups and downs. I found that even though you learn a lot about others, you learn the a lot more about yourself. One of the most important things that I’ve learned is that it is better to seek help when you need it, rather than keeping everything locked inside, especially while in school. If something is bothering you there is no shame in telling someone, whether it’s a parent, a friend, or a trusted adult. I know it’s hard to admit that you still need guidance when you’re around my age. Sometimes us teens feel that it is better try to appear older, and stronger than we actually are, but we’re still kids, and honestly everyone, no matter how big or small needs a lending hand once in a while.
After asking for help from my friends and family, this was the advice I was given:
1. If you don’t have a peace about it, walk away.
2. Do whatever you think is right. In the end it’s up to you.
3. Be honest.

Anyways, I just thought I’d share something a little more personal.
Till next time,


First Blog Post!

Alright, my first post to this blog. This is exciting!

So this is a blog about what writers do best, and at the moment I am not fully sure about what I should write? Well then I think I will talk about what I’m currently up to. I am currently working on a resume. Yep, I need a job.

You see folks, when you live at home, and you’re getting ready to graduate High School your parent’s stop giving handouts. Oh yes my dear readers, your parents say things like, “You want a car? Get a job.” or “You want a dog? Fine we’ll move to the country, and you can get a job and buy your own dog.”

Which is why, I decided first thing this morning, at exactly 6:35 am (I never sleep in), that I would start-up on my resume. The thing is I’m not sure where I’m applying…I’m good with children, books, and I like art. Problem is there aren’t any art stores close enough that I could ride my bike too. I could try busing? Except I barely know how to use public transit to get to school. I can drive, I have my license…I just need my own car. I’m waiting for my Camaro. I swear, I’m going to wake up one morning, look out the front window and go, “HEY YOU FINALLY SHOWED UP!” See in my world, car’s and new laptops appear like magic. So some places that my parents have recommended I try getting a job, Starbucks…I don’t like coffee but they have amazing hot chocolates and I could eat like twenty of the scones if I had a larger stomach. My parent’s want me to try applying at Starbucks because they go there EVERYDAY. I’m not over exaggerating. My dad goes to Starbuck’s at 7 or 8 in the morning on weekends, both Saturday and Sunday. On weekdays he goes to Starbucks at least twice a day. My mom is suddenly having a cappuccino craving…her friend’s think it’s an addiction. I’m starting to agree. I’m a bit concerned at this point.

My mom went to go get gas the other day, which probably would’ve taken her twenty minutes. She was gone for about two hours. When she came back all she said was, “I got my cappuccino!”

“I got my cappuccino,” was her reply to me saying, “Hi mom.”

I’m very concerned. I think she needs help… actually I need her help! I need to ask her to help me pick a few places to apply. I could work at Target? I know that some local places are hiring too. I’d love to work some place where there are books, and children…like the library…except the closest one to me, I don’t think they hire teenagers? I’ve never seen anyone in there working that was younger than at least thirty. Then again…I’ve volunteered and taken classes there, and I used to spend every day in there as a kid? I think they’d let me work there? Then again…my sister had about forty dollars in late fees once, again not over exaggerating. My sister takes out like ten books at a time, and movies, on my dads card, and then we go to the library three weeks later and find out she hasn’t returned anything and now my dad has to pay money.

I really need a job…I mean, writing is my favourite hobby besides drawing, reading, and colouring kids menu’s…but I need a job because I’m only just publishing my first book, and well…I’m new at this publishing thing. I’m just a rookie here.

What job’s would you recommend for someone like me? I like working with children, I like books, and art, and I like movies and video games. If that even helps at all.

Well I think I’ll end my blog here?

Hooray I created my first blog post. [Insert happy dance here] WOOHOO!

Ha…bye super awesome readers of mine.