Plan for today

I have to go an art museum with my friend so we could finish our assignments for art. And my mom wants to go get my hair done... but I'd rather have my aunt cut it because beauty salons are so expensive. I just want a trim and my bangs cut in the front, maybe a slight layered too. Mom talked about getting the Magic Straighter again, but I don't want to keep damaging my hair. Sheesh... why do I let myself be dragged around by her? She decides on a lot of things for me... it's so infurating that she treats me like a little kid. HELLO, I'M EIGHTEEN!

Pretty much, I know she's never going to let up until I leave this house and go out on my own. Even then I know she's going to try controlling my life. She wants me home every weekend. HELL NO. Dood, I just need to get away from this house.

Other than that, I'm going to work on cosplay. Try finishing Terra Branford today perhaps. Also, work on my Memory Book and start sewing plushies for my teacher. Maybe go find a knitting pattern on the internet so I can start knitting sleeves. For what you ask? Watashi no koibito eh shweetah desu yo!! =D Ureshiii!!!

Memory Book Chapter One

I'm working on a memory book for my English class. Since some of these chapters are pretty interesting, I'm posting them here.

Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, there was a moo cow… and then it grew up. Okay maybe not. However, welcome to my Memory Book as I begin with the earliest memories of my so-called life.
I was born on February 28, 1984 around 3 PM. My parents had a lot of trouble conceiving me, so I might have ended up with like eight brothers and sisters or something. Lucky for them and for my younger brothers, it was just adorable, bald me that popped out instead. Of course, I really don’t remember much during my baby times. My earliest memory was when I was about two, lying in an old car seat, sucking a baby bottle and watching Charlie Brown with my younger brother beside me in a basanet
My brother and I were quite a pair, I was more or less oblivious to his existence while he would idolize my every move. Mom still laughs about a time when I tripped in the kitchen and fell. Then my brother mimicked my movements and landed on the floor alongside me. But those years were never lonely because I had him around as a playmate. I was a tomboy when I was younger so the two of us had the same interests and as we grew older, my mother signed me up to be on boys’ leagues for T-ball, basketball and other sports.
I loved cartoons then as much as I do now. My favorites then were Jem, Transformers, Voltron, Smurfs, G.I. Joe, Robotech and tons others that I can’t remember at the moment. The vast majority of them were cartoons meant for boys, but I watched them with glee, often cheering for the only female heroine like Scarlett in G.I. Joe, or Princess Aloraa who piloted the Blue Lion in Voltron. We had a plastic orange and blue Fisher Price slide that I would play with, and I would over turn it at times and sit in it, pretending that I was Princess Alora going out to battle Lotor and his evil minions. I also had a huge crush on Keith, the pilot of the Red Lion, and I would pretend that he would accompany on my adventures, sometimes having to rescue him from the evil aliens who were trying to conquer my planet. It made me extremely happy when he married me… err Princess Alora at the end of the series. ^o^;;