Hi guys!

I'm here to tell you: thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!
In case you guys didn't infer from the title, my blog hit 1006 subscribers at around 11am today (April 23).

I know that 1,000 isn't a big number, but for a new blogger like me, it's a big deal! I'm so happy!
So now, it's time for the usual cheesy dedications!

Firstly, this achievement goes to my friends Firescales and That Weird Girl at http://fictionallitostandaleatory.blogspot.com.br/ who inspired me to start writing a blog. If it hadn't been for you guys, I wouldn't even have realized that 1006 was an important number for me, and that people care enough to read something a silly 15 year old lke me has to say. Thank you.

Secondly, to my crazy second family (you know who you are), thank you. Moving from the Philippines to Brazil can really give someone a writers block, but you guys put me through. You might be the only reason I survived this year. I love you, and you mean tons to me.

Thirdly, to the people in Brazil (you won't be reading this, but) I want to thank you for the tons of comic relief, and for accepting a random weirdo into your group, and making me feel like one of your own. You're the only reason I feel welcomed in Brazil. :)

And lastly, to you who reads!! I know that some of the people mentioned before have been forced into reading my blog tons of time, but I know that random people from Ireland, Germany and France are paying attention to outlandish me. YOU THERE! Thank you! You guys are the most important people in this process, and it would be kinda impossible to have 1000 views without you guys.

So you guys, thank you for keeping this featherpaw'd awkward giraffe's dream alive.
You guys inspire me to write more.

Have a day,
FeatherPaw.

Hey guys!

I was walking my dog just now, and thinking about this tumblr post http://pizza.tumblr.com/post/83215322972, which basically says "what so you call someone who's obsessed with the moon - a lunatic"

What a great pun! But basically, it made me poetify it, and now I have a pretty poet-let in my head, and I can't stop singing it in my head. And I can't help but think there are so many little "wayward thoughts" floating aronud in my head that I'd really like to share with people, but I never get to. So why not make a section about it? (Hahaah. Exploiting lack of skills)

So here's the one wayward thought I came up with today:

"But darling how to make you swoon?

   Because all I see are stars
   and you're a lunatic in love with the moon."


And something I have written down from a few days ago:
(Bear in mind, anything written here could be a poem or a little undeveloped thought paragraph. Sorry!)

"I crumpled up the papers because I thought I couldn't write poetry. But when I held them again in my

hands, ready to throw them away, I felt the anger and sadness in those pages, and that was a moment of

fire, of frustration, and of everything I'd ever failed to be. Locked in those pages were memories, dark

thoughts swirling like a slushie gone wrong. And then I learned something. In destroying, I had created."

Heyy guys! How's it going? What's cookin' good lookin'? (Again: you're complimented if you read my blog (shameless promotion, I know))

I wanted to talk about something important today: body types.
And more importantly, thin people. Let me make this clear: thin/fat/pudgy/normal/busty/WHATEVER.
It's really not that important. What's important is that we respect each, and understand that it's okay to be anything.
You don't have to be anything if it makes you unhappy.

But this is important to say: thin people.
All my life, I've been told crap things like "You need to gain weight!" or "You're too thin to be healthy!" or "Look at those boney arms, it's awful!" or some variation of either.
NO.

People have to understand, that ust as you cannot blatantly tell someone to lose weight, you cannot tell anyone to gain weight.
Being underweight and scrawny is NOT a blessing.
Telling me I'm a human stick won't make me smile. Comparing yourself to me is NOT how to make friends with me. Telling me I'm as light as a feather only makes me remember the dissatisfied clicks my doctor made every year as he filled up the height/weight index.
Being underweight is NOT a blessing.
It's hours of staring in the mirror, watching how your ribs show when yu inhale normally, wondering why you can't be as tall or as nice rounded off as everyone else.

Don't get me wrong though, it's not a curse either.
It's like all other body types: there are pros and cons to it!
But when you idolize it, or condone it, things become bad for the people living with it.

So here's my PSA (sort of, more like rant) It's like any other body type, and it's not a curse or a blessing. It's not something to be worshipped or glorified.

So please, stop treating it like either, and be comfortable with who you are. Concentrate on what makes you YOU. Make it about your opinions, about what makes you laugh, and how you're going to change the world. Not which dress you fit into.

You're amazing. Whichever way you are. It really doesn't matter.

Bye. <3

Hello anybody that reads my blog!
(Since y'all don't comment - and I don't know that you're not robots, I have no way of gauging what you want)

Okay, so basically I've realized something: My blog is place where I give myself literary challenges. So hy not give myself more? That's why I've got a ton of new ideas for stuff that will make it easier for me to write, but also challenge myself to come up with something.

Ideas:

1. Six word Stories, Ten word Poems, etc. etc. 
This is fun! I'm a Tumblr user (http://awkwardgiraffe98.tumblr.com/) and often I see six word stories or ten word poems, and I think it's a challenging way to express ideas and also, it's really hard to come up with something that fits in six words! Or ten word poems for that matter. Gah. I will eat my proverbial hat if I can get through this without gnashing my teeth and wanting to murder at least 5 different people. (Creators of these English challenges, you'll be one of the first people I curse if I do this).

2. Short stories!
In how long have I not written a short story? That's right, you don't remember. I should write more. More, as in, one per month. In fact, that's the only thing I muster up the courage to write. Long stories are haaard. Which is why it's my next challenge.

3. At LEAST One actual story!
Yeah, I have an idea for a story. It's cool. It's got cool deatails. I think I can write it. Maybe I'll post chapters? I'm fleshing out the character details. It'sll be FUN. :D

Hello anyone that reads my blog, (you're sexy. that's right. you're sexy. I complimented you. I love on if you read this. yeah. that's right. read my posts more often. because I love you. I know my punctutation sucks. it's your opposite. that's right. one more compliment. love you. now read the rest of my crap, ya beautiful piece of ass.)

Apart from that long intro, hi.
I know I haven't written in a long time. I keep on meaning to, but today I had a lot of homework, so I decided, hey, you know what? Instead of doing all this work I should do, let me just procrastinate. I know, I'm responsible as hell.

Okay, but today I have a challenge for myself. Let me explain it to you. We're doing a poetry unit in English right now, and I want to show you a poem someone(aka a GOODASS AUTHOR) wrote:

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound

That's it. THIS BLEW MY MIND. *keyboard spasm* There's such a great amount of imagery in this. Seriously. What a kid/man/poet/ungodly thing that sold his soul to the demon for this kind of SKILLZ.

Anyways, my English teacher said you have to be a pretty strong writer to do this kind of stuff. So I decided, since I'm not a strong writer, why don't I go and try to humiliate myself on the internet? Yes. 

So, the challenge is that I'm going to look out my window and find two images, and try to write them as a one line poem. No dictionaries, nothing. Just an everyday test of the literary skills (NO). Anyways, I had best be starting.

Alright, let me look outside. 

Things seen:
- River

- ripples because it's raining

- yellow street lights

- twlight darkness settling in

The pearly raindrops dance on the river surface,

twilight darkness seeping through the weary bones of the city.

That didn't take too long(5 seconds max, I blew it, damn.). But it's probably poop(yes, that's right. I like saying poop. yes. no, it's not a swearing thing. I tell my mother I love her with this mouth and I have quite a dirty one on occasion. yes. back to actual writing now).

Okay, next thing I'm going to do is look around my room now. This is going to be harder. All I see is evidence of entropy. Crap. This is going to suck even more. I'm sorry to inflict literary pain on you.

Things seen:
- curtains billowing because of open window

- grossly messy bed because of all the pillows/stuff from school I dumped on it

- ME (oh yes, sexy little me, MMM. jk. that would be weird. or narcissistic.)

- wires from my charges dangling over my bedside table (potential poem piece? alliteration there? didya catch it? you're welcome)

- books on the shelves. tons of them.

No, I'm not going to write a two line poem on all of this stuff. You can only fit so much in one line.

A room with a view of the endless entropy that a busy life grants us,

books scattered on shelves like water splattered across the window after it rains.

I tried SO hard. I like the first one better. Okay, my dog just walked into the room. I want to write a poem about him

Things seen:
- ONE CUTE DALMATIAN DOG AND HE IS MIIINE

He gazes up at me with his adoring, brown eyes,

his ears flopping over  his face like petals on a tired flower.