It is Back to the Future Day!!! 

Great Scott! October 21, 2015 is the day that Doc and Marty came to the future. They arrived this exact day. I have been super excited about it all day because I love the movies. Probably been driving my family crazy. A lot of people are celebrating this. After all, October 21, 2015 only comes around once. To celebrate I drew and painted this picture. Not the best but for something I did today I sure am proud of myself. The scary thing is that after today, Back to the Future will be a thing of the past. I mean it already was but it will be again. If that makes sense. 

So Happy Back to the Future Day! 

Once Upon A Time...

It is Valentine's Day and isn't that a day we hope for a fairytale? Valentine's Day is also known as Single Awareness Day. I wonder why? Valentine's Day is just a regular day. It really is.

I have spent my day with my family. A good way actually. Do I hope for a date one time? Of course but obviously not right now. For those who want to know, I am 17 and single. But I am totally fine with that. Besides I live in Peru (or I am for another two weeks) and that speaks for itself. So single I am and single I will stay. Moving on, I think I will celebrate this day by writing a story. A short one at any rate. While it might not be the greatest or anything like that but I will try my best.


There she is, I thought. I peeked through the branches down, down, down to the ground. Hiding up in my favorite tree, something I do almost everyday. Below there was laughter then a voice. "Oh, you should be ashamed of yourselves!" There was a murmur of voices. Louder, I thought, come closer! Then I saw her. Her name was Willow. With red hair and sparkling green eyes. She was with a group, five other girls and two boys. All I knew but didn't know personally. They passes by and I let out a sigh. Too late I realized that Willow had hung back. Slowly turning her head upward he met her green eyes.

I heard the noise, a sigh and looked up. Gray eyes met my own. We both stared at each other. "Hey! Willow," someone called. I jerked my head around. "Sorry! I'll be right there," I yelled back. I looked back up to the boy. Hunter was his name. What was he doing up there? He looked scared for some reason. I gave him a smile and said a soft "hi." He stared back silent. Giving another smile I turned to walk away. Then I heard it. Soft and so very quiet. "Hi."


That was part one anyways. Look for part 2, coming soon. I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment either way. Now I say goodbye and Happy Valentine's Day.

 

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

I should apologize for how long it has taken me to post but as there is no one reading this I will not.

I am not entirely sure what to begin with on this post. How can you decide what the post you are writing should be? Whether it is your life now or your life way back when. Even if it shall be your random thoughts or well planned messages. But I am sure you have never thought that way. When writing, anything, I think over it multiple time. I want it perfect and that is not possible. But I think carefully over what I am writing. Seeing if it gives anything more away or if others will enjoy it. I never think it is good enough. However, now that I have explained this about myself, I think I will go on telling you about me.

I love to read and I love to sketch. Perhaps I will post some of my sketches, though that is another thing I don't like. I don't like showing people my drawings. I don't feel as the are good enough. However maybe that is why I should post them. And to prove I will here is one now.

I sincerely hope you like it. As it is no one will likely come to my blog yet. I mean, why would they? It is just one blog out of who knows how many. Still I will post as if I have someone who actually reads it.

I think this is where I will end for today. I think that is another hard thing. Have I went on long enough? Is it a good ending? I think I might be the only one who thinks and worries about these things. Nevertheless, it is who I am. So I will now say "Squeak and goodbye."
     From: The Mouse

To Begin With...

A good way to start a blog, wouldn't you say? Not the things before or after but the things we need to begin with. To begin with, I am Marissa but call me Mouse. Why? Simply because that is who I am. I am a mouse. Well, obviously I am a human being. I don't mean in the literal sense anyways. More like in another sense, more symbolic. I, like a mouse, can be shy. I, like a mouse, am small. That is what I mean.

I have been called mouse, ever since I can remember. My parents joke that they kidnapped me from Disneyland. That my parents were really Mickey and Minnie Mouse. When I would inquire what happened to my fur, my dad would tell me that they shaved it off, cut off my tail and trim my ears. One time when our house got invested with mice I told my family that maybe they were relatives of mine. When they put down traps I refused to help them. I didn't want the mice to die. One day, before the traps (I think), I went to the pantry to get a snack. Opening the door I walked in and started to reach for a bag of chips when, seeing a movement, I screamed and ran out. I had apparently startled a mouse, who startled me. At the time it was just my little brother and I in the house. I raced out of the pantry and jumped on the couch where my brother was. Still screaming and almost crying, I pointed at the pantry. He was a little bewildered and I managed to say "mouse." I had left the door to the pantry open and he walked over to it to peer in. All in all it was a very funny experience. The mouse escaped us after he and I tried to captured it. Don't know whatever happened to the little mouse.

So mouse I am called and it fits me quite well.