The Island

This one time, my sister and I took a swim in our lake.
Now, it's not our lake, but it's about a mile away from our house and our grandpa almost owned it, so it is ours in spirit.
Anyways, you're not allowed to swim there, but we always do.
And right in the middle of this lake is an island.
This island is mysterious. I'm talking scary new species of animals, there could be a deranged killer on there, island. But we didn't care.
So we swam to it.
Granted, it was a small lake, probably about a mile in diameter, but this island was terrifying.
And we swam, and I guess we're good swimmers because we made it easily.
And the second our feet touched the groud, the hard, sharp rocks the covered the ground cut into our feet and we were on the island.
We were subject to any kind of danger.
And so we slowly walked onto this island, and we explored a little.
It was loud with the sounds of animals and it was covered on every inch with trees and grass and rocks.
It was almost impossible to walk.
And when we were getting close to what we assumed was the middle, we heard something.
And we saw something.
It wasn't a good something, and I'm not even sure what it was, but it was bad.
Really bad.
So we booked it, and ran back to the shore.
And we swam back to the dock as fast as we could.
And we were lucky we did because right after we got back, our father appeared and told us to come home.
He doesn't like it when we go to the lake alone, and he would kill us with a spoon if he found out we went to the island.
He never found out, and he's not going to.
But still to this day, I keep with me the terrifying sound of that thing and the image of it.
And as amazingly awesome it was to rebel like that, I am never going back.
It seems as if the island has gained a little piece of my respect.

This Is the Meaning of the Title Of My Blog

Hey all!
*Oh my God, she's blogging again, quick what do we do?*
No, no, don't worry, I haven't developed schizophrenia, or however you spell it, that's everyone reading!
*Dear God, she expects us to laugh at that horrendous joke*
Shut up, I know that was bad.
Anywho, I've posted again! Whoa, what a change!
As always, my life is boring as usual. Ha, not!
Well sort of, but not really! I had the most amazing New Year's/New Year's Eve, ever!
So I went to a party, because parties are fun, right? Anyways, at this party happiness happened.
I danced a lot. At first I hardly did because I'm insecure about my dancing, really, but once the lights were off, the strobe lights were on, and people just didn't give a shit, I danced for real. And I had fun!
Who knew?
Of course though, the dancing stopped and thus started well, other things I guess.
We played truth or dare which resulted in two boys licking the trash can and the wall, and then we all quit. So that didn't stick.
And they had a little bar going on with pop and whatnot, no alcohol, sadly.
This boy who I really don't like but we have this little tolerate/hate relationship going on, he mixed like ten pixie sticks with his sprite and he made me drink it out of his glass, which was really good, and so yeah, and then I started acting stupid and I spilled rootbeer all over this bitches shoes and she got pissed.
A glow stick errupted in my face.
We watched Paranormal Activity Two and Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, dear God that was terrifying.
A boy held my hand.
I was grinded on.
I was told I was pretty.
I made a fool out of myself in front of a cute boy by screaming my head off in front of him. I apologized for that.
I stared at two shirtless boys.
I danced with three shirtless boys.
I snorted a pixie stick. I was the only girl who snorted a pixie stick. It burned.
I was accused of dating my friend. I petted said friend's face seductively.
Three boys laid on top of me.
I was yelled at for not moving my legs while I danced.
I helped smear glow stick juice on a hot guy's bare stomach.
I wore a glow stick on my head all night.
I went from sitting along in the corner to being called to sit by a really cute guy.
I was told I was fun for once by six people. I'm never fun.
And last but not least, I almost had my first kiss. So close yet so far away. I was told to kiss this guy at midnight, long story short I almost did but didn't.
Yeah, so it was a beautiful night.
And trust me, I am never telling my mother any of this. Ever. Nope. Not even now. Don't you do it either.