Things are changing...

...I feel as if I'm growing up.

Now don't get me wrong, I did say before that I felt over-mature, but now I feel more older.

The thing is, I love NaNoLand and the internet. But I don't want to depend on it. I already depend too much on music. Today, I played outside with my friends, and I had a flashback of my entire life.

I miss it. Being that little girl who told her parents everything, being that girl who didn't fight with her brothers too much, that little girl who loved her little sister and cried when she cried. I really do.

But apparently, I have to grow up. Be a woman who I probably don't want to be now. Maybe, when I get older, I will look back at this blog, and laugh. Maybe. I doubt it.

Well, I would post more about it, but not now. :)

~Emily Z.

I'm learning about a new religion...

...for a book I'm planning to write. I don't know the title of it yet, but it's going to be about a Muslim girl. The hardest thing about this is because I'm Christian. Which means when I'm researching, I'm biting my tongue to keep myself from protesting that that what the Muslims believe, it's what they believe in, not me, and that I should respect their religion.

I mean, I do want to learn more about Islam, but it is sort of hard since I've been a Christian ever since I could remember. I really do like reading about the religion, and then I'd have loads to think over, and that's what makes it fun.

So, it would be so much easier just to say that the girl in my book was Jewish. Because, that religion is closer to mine that Islam is. But, I enjoy the challenge, and to be honest, I think that if I could set a good example of not trying to criticize a different religion other than my own, maybe the whole world could follow my example. Because, we do need respect for each other. As I said in one of my books, "Respect is one of the few things that uphold the world."

~Emily Z.

My New Idea For A Book Series!

Okay, so, I know that I have one series for Taluim. The Order of the Keepers. Now, I just had a wonderful new thought for a new series.

The Four Tribes of Taluim.

Ta-da! Magic! I know, right? It's amazing! Wind, Fire, Stone, and Water! This may be my best idea yet! And, the best part is....it's in the past. Which means I'm going to use Isla's mother, Natasha's mother, Timon's father, and Hadon't father! :DDD I can't wait to start writing!

Idea! *drums*

Aweosme, fantastic idea in my head! Yes! Best idea ever! Okay, so, you guys know how I feel as if I'm not a child anymore? Well, there should be a monthly...

BE A KID DAY!

Every 22nd of each month, I will act like a kid. No intentional wise speeches, no contradicting little kids, no being polite and calm, I will act as if I were a little kid, and I'll do the first thing that pops up in my head, not what I think is best. *nodnod*

So, today is the first Be A Kid Day! :D

The Wall Right In Front of Me

Okay, so Shimmer, one of my friends through NaNo, gave me a blogging dare.

To describe the wall in front of me. In two hundred words.

So, this wall in front of me, it's not a wall! It's a desk, you morons. The wall of a desk, or maybe a board... okay, the wood is a dark brown, maybe oak?  It feels smooth, though it's quite dusty. There are a few nails that come out and poke my hand.

I moved, once, and we took the desk with us. This wall/desk is old, very old, like sixteen years old. If we gave it away, I'd miss it. It's weird, how we miss things that are insignificant. Well, I don't know if this wall/desk is insignificant, I think that's it's kind of important.

Right now, the wall/desk is a bit warm, since the computer is heating it up. Other days, it can be really freezing cold. Also, a bunch of toys, paper, is lined up against the wall/desk. nd, for some weird reason, it smells sort of like flowers. A flower I can't name. Also, my sister is currently knocking on it, believing it's some sort of magical door that may bring her to Narnia. Which is impossible, of course. Also, the wall/desk has some scratches on it from a cat my family used to have. Done.


YAY!! I MADE IT!! HOORAH!!!! BEAT THAT, SHIMMER!!!

Okay, Shimmer, your new dare is to..... summary your favorite movie in 100 words. Only.

When I was four...

...and my dad just came home from his deployment (he used to be in the Navy and worked in the submarine), we were eating dinner. Then, my dad got a call from the sub, saying that something was broken, so he needed to help repair it. I started crying, because what normal four year old would let her father go away after about nine months of being gone? Then, my dad picked me up and started rocking me, and he sang Amazing Grace (quite horribly, if I may add). I really love that day, and it's one of my favourite memories.

I just thought I'd share that with you all.

~Emily Z.

Today I went to a church meeting.

And it was basically a party for my mom, since she's leaving on Sunday. In the middle, we had to give our wishes/thanks/ and our farewells. As always, I wasn't saying what I wanted to say. I didn't speak my heart. Instead, I said, (and this is the truth, what I said):

"It's been amazing, being around my mom for all of my life, or rather, most of my life. And, being her oldest daughter, I really love those days where she talks to me about...well, girl stuff. And, it was really good to have a handy-dandy mom around who can tell you what sickness you have, remind you to clean your room, help you decide what clothes to wear, and, even, to cut your or help cut your siblings hair. Mom, I'll miss you so much,"

Then, it was my brother's turn to say something (my youngest brother), and guess what he said?

"Mom, I'll miss you."

And the way he said it, it made all of us girls think of Elvis, so we were doing imitations, and were laughing until it was my mom's turn to speak,

"As a mother, my first priority is to take care of my children. When my children were younger, and I went overseas, Jerry (my dad), would send me a letter, saying what they were doing, who got sick, and who is having problems. And, of course, it makes me want to be there, with my chilren, but I'm right here, hundreds of miles away. I just want to keep my children safe..."

She said more, but I'm crying right now so please don't ask me to finish that. Nine months. *sniff* But then everyone started hugging her, and then one of the preachers (we're a funny, small, weird, church, just saying. XP), joked that the way to make sure her kids were safe was to let the families of the church take care of them. So then, people started saying that they called Sarah, my little, cute, adorable sister, and my brothers' friends said that their parents would adopt them, and no one actually offered to "adopt" me until the pastor said, "If any of you want cookies daily, then call Emily!"

So, I was laughing so hard, especially when Nathan (my youngest brother) told me that he wasn't really listening, so why was everyone wiping tears out of their eyes while laughing at the same time?

~Emily Z., Emily Music, Emily_Dancing, EmmyZee, the girl who is crying in her heart, but laughing at the same time.