Awww, I miss you too! 8'D (that was a happy crying smiley face ^_^)
It's okay now, I told my dad and my dad told my mom and she apologized.
It's okee, I'll say. I take singing lessons, but I hate them, but my mom makes me keep taking them (my voices cracks and the fact that I sing so low always bothers me). She made me practice for a long period of time, and when I was done, she said to do them again. I teared up, and she told me to grow up. I did them again and went upstairs. My mom claimed that she didn't hear me practicing so I wasn't doing good enough. I started crying and babbling about how hard it was, and she was like: "Stop it, Mira!"
But I didn't stop until my dad came. :3

Now it's all good, though. :D

Meh. Piano is enough for me. ><

And now, my own gripes. /start rant/
It will never fail to amaze me, the power of a few well-placed words, words that maybe weren't intended to hurt--initially--but stung like a crazed wasp all the same. Mom.... "You're on the computer all the time." Way to state the obvious, sweetheart. Not all the time, technically speaking. A girl's gotta eat, sleep, other stuff that doesn't involve her laptop. It did kind of hurt, all those droppings of non-gentle-hints. "We should really restrict your computer time." "Now that the internet's back, I guess we'll know what Heather's doing for the rest of her days." And here comes my dad, undoubtedly going to scold and say "Time for bed," although whether it's those words that will fall from his mouth or a variation only he knows until they are spoken. But back to my mother. The most recent incident of le-not-so-gentle-why-don't-you-just-sledgehammer-my-computer-and-have-done-with-it-hints has done down with the worst insult--well, one of the worst--imaginable.
"You used to read."
Let me emphasize certain points of that phrase.
"You used to read."
HA! HA! HAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! What are you talking about, O Mother Dearest? What do you think I do on my computer, play games? HARDLY. Why do you think I go on my computer? TO READ. Why do I bring books to camp? TO READ. Why do I tell you what time it is when you ask? I can READ a clock. Seriously. And it takes a fair amount of willpower to not reply back with a saucy comment that would get my computer time limits sledgehammered and possibly taken away. But the fact is, I DO READ. I open Word documents, I go over my work, I write a little more. I read books like The Elegance of the Hedgehog, which is the most profoundly beautiful book in existence, and I don't expect all people to understand. And most don't. Here, I've found a website, a refuge, call it what you will. And I don't do 'used to read'. I DO read, it's not a thing of the past, I would die if I were to suddenly become illiterate and couldn't even learn to read again. It would be a horrible thing. I pride myself on my editing, my writing, my reading. It's one of the things that separates me from others and unites me with others still. I don't think my mother meant it that much. That doesn't stop the burn from aching, a gaping wound in my heart that because I did not speak up, will never rest with a salve of 'sorry' or a bandage of repentance. /end rant/
Sorry... I had to get that out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PT1_PpS_4Yo I need this right now, maybe you do, too. :3

OHMYGOD, THANK YOU.
*tears up* :D

I am coming to your show this session, so see you there? (:

*dreams* A hot bath....... haven't had one of those in almost two years :3

O_O

Poor child...

HAVE A BATH.

My dad hardly lets me take baths, only showers. Apparently I'm wasting water...
But I had one when I was sunburnt. A COLD one.

KYLA!!!!!!
We couldn't find you at the Fun Fair and spent an hour and a half looking for you until my toes are all blistered just because you went off to find chopsticks for a bowl of noodles you dumped because they were too limp!
You made me waste $100 of the tickets just because of our search for you! Luckily it was HKD!
We had the intercom call you.
You didn't even ask ANYONE so you could call your mother, who could've called me.
Oh well, I bet you don't even know your mum's number anyway. Since you don't even know your address.
Ah, but having you being Marco at Marco Polo paid off. And you docilely listened to my mental verbal torturings and didn't say much...so I forgive you-ish.

I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. DX

On Tuesday, I'll know what middle school I'm going to go to.
I don't want to go to St. Stephen's.
Neither do I want to go to BPS.
I just want to go to my school's middle school.

You're very welcome.... incidentally, my voice is perfect for that song O.e Dat creepy, no?
And YESH. 'Twould be my honor.... Greg officially dubbed me Queen of Devilsticks this session :D Hope that doesn't mean I'm married to Hunter, though... O.O And I'll be on fabric trapeze/unicycle/rolling globe for the show, I thinks. Not all three, one of them (duh xD). It's crazy on unicycle cuz I suck at turning to the right for some unearthly reason, so's I might not choose that for one of my balance options. But whatever. SO GLAD YOU CAN COME TO DA SHOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!! *spazzes out in ecstasy* Also, Imma learn how to ride a bike on the 21st. My mom hopes it just takes one four-hour lesson at REI... me too. :3

I'd like a bath, too... it's been a while, eh? *pats side of the tub* My mom's the only one who takes baths anymore. I just don't have time to :(

Mine too! Kind of... I sing it an octave lower. XD Duet?
Weren't you already the Queen of Devilsticks? XD NO. Dorothy and I are married to him, remember? ^_^ At first I thought you DID mean all three, and I was like O____________O :D
If you can ride a unicycle, a bike won't be hard. But I do remember how weird it was biking to camp then riding a unicycle. They're oddly similar. W00t!
I can't wait for pie day. 8D And my brother and I wrote an act for Cinema, based off How To Train Your Dragon. ^_^

Poor you, I know how it feels. When I start crying, my dad tells me to stop, and says 'if you dare cry...'

Sounds epical!!! How to Train Your Dragon... hm... never saw dat.
@cheezemziez, That sucks :( I don't normally cry where my parents can see, but last time I cried in front of them, my mom yelled at me for 'having a temper tantrum' and said that 'I should learn to control myself better' and that 'you're old enough now that you shouldn't cry.' Gee, thanks, Mom. XP

Whoa.... I don't know what I just wrote. Seriously. It's kinda scary, no, scratch that, it creeps me out. But it's really really good too.... I think. I wanna post it on KP. Problem: No one ever reads/comments on my crap anymore. Solution: Uh. Post it here? Am I allowed to do that? *gives sheepish half smile for dumb question*

I haven't cried for a while... Usually when I'm hurt or mad or sad, my eyes get all wild and my face gets twisted into a snarl, but I don't cry a lot...

Sure, do it. I owe you one for reading A.P.

I don't really cry anymore, even when I'm 'supposed to'.

When I get hurt, like that time when I was kicked in the head when I was six, I sometimes get panic attacks, and I can't control my breathing.When this happened at school, the teacher told me to stop being over-dramatic. Wow, a six-year-old who has just been kicked in the head is crying? Tell them to shut up. :rolleyes:

It's actually a weird form of mild asthma, but when it happened recently, my dad just said that I was being stupid and overreacting.

Wow.

That felt good.

Well, Sweet Michael's friend, Jojo, came over, after pinning me to my chair last time for Michael to hit me with a pogo stick until I passed out. And he was all friendly. So I grabbed an encyclopedia and sweetly asked him to come outside. And then I hit him on the head with the book, and walked off.

My mom's going to murder me. :D

Good on you! But it's worth it, right?

Seriously?
SIRIUSLY???
Yays. I shall post it, then. Even though... it doesn't make sense and probably has a million grammar errors and s***. Fudgeballz with that! I POST.

'Kay. Has been posted: Here. Have a story.

I just LOVE coming on here after 3 days and realize I have no idea what's going on... :D

THEN READ MY STORY. *sounds pushy, no?* *IS pushy, yes* *pushes you* READ IT. NOW. IT NEEDS MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR CC.

Me neither. :^/

I rarely cry. I just don't get emotional-well, I do, but I keep it inside of me. It just builds, until I explode. *shrugs*

I used to get angry and lash out all the time, literally more than two times a day, and when I got angry, I would cry. But now I'm more subtle in my revenge and anger release. 3:{D

Should I quit KidPub? Everyone else on here, even a few newbies, are better writers than I am. Whenever i think of a good idea, i make it look like crap. I always get CC on description. When i think about it, i say, "adding description shouldnt be too hard." But for some reason, it is! I dont even know if i should stay on kp anymore. Should i?

You should.
That's what CC's for. If you think your writing is not good, you need more critique. Unless you're the kind who ignores all the advice and only takes offence.
Meh, maybe you need more inspiration. Do you keep starting new stories?

Stay on KidPub. Practice and CC will help a lot. :P
As for description, you could try overdoing it a lot, then editing the unnecessary description out.

Please don't quit! I don't think I've read any of your stories, but I'm sure they're fine. All writers think that their writing's bad, especially the best ones. I'd hate it if you quit KidPub just because you thought that your writing wasn't good enough. If you enjoy writing and being on KidPub, then don't quit because of that. Everyone gives and receives CC, and just because you do doesn't mean that your writing's bad.

Ack. Okay. Here goes. *takes deep breath*

My mum yelled at me twice today because she told me that my tone of voice was, basically, the Chinese equivalent of 'insolent'. This has happened before, when I raised my voice, or was rude or disrespectful. But not this time. My voice was completely calm and level, I didn't use slang, I have never sworn at either of my parents, and I was respectful. But my mum tells me that I shouldn't talk to her in the tone of voice. When I ask her, she refuses to tell me what's wrong with it, and tells me to stop again. Being the nice, forgiving person that I am (not), I decided to let it go, and go upstairs (this was a few hours ago). When my dad gets home, I go down stairs for dinner. I ask my family if I have permission to quit piano. My dad and my brother say nothing. My mum launches into this rant about how I am a 'quitter', and that I shouldn't quit because I basically failed my latest exam (I sprained my arm quite badly and had it in a sling for a bit right up until the day of the exam, then I got 108 in the results), and that if I quit now then only the last result I got counts (I don't even know what this is for). I listen to this calmly, then politely ask if they are any other reasons why I shouldn't quit, such as if learning piano is actually good for me in real life (I didn't say this bit out loud). She gets all weird, and tells me to finish my dinner before we talked, and that I should change my tone of voice. I once again asked her what was wrong with it, and how I was supposed to change it, and she slams her chopsticks onto the table and swears. Loudly. She walks off, saying that I should stop talking about the piano thing. hen she returns, I tell her that I'm not going to eat, so could we discuss the tone of voice thing? She agrees, then walks off. I ask if she's going to come back, she says no, you wanted to talk, you come to me. I explain to her calmly and politely that she is the one with the problem with my tone of voice, and that I don't actually care that she finds it annoying etc., and that I only wanted to discuss it for er sake. She swears again, then storms off.

I feel like she's the stroppy child in the situation, seeing as she raised her voice at least 7 times, while I was calm and polite.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, because she started swearing every time I talk now, even if it's not to her.
Help?

Will talk tomorrow, because my hands are too tired to type much after using crutches all day.
My response to you post: *jawdrop* *snigger* *clap* *mega jawdrop* *snigger*
And your mum IS being a stroppy child. If I meet her, my, will I have some things to tell her. LIKE NOT SWEARING IN FRONT OF KIDS. Stop being insolent? Pf. Stop SWEARING.
Chopsticks are epyk. :D

Okay, I don't usually reply to these type of things, but here it goes:
First of all, I am extremely dissappinted in your mom. She has no right to yell and cuss at you. As a mother, she is supposed to encourage you in whatever you do, even if that means quitting piano. Also, if quitting piano is what you want, you should do it.
Finally, I think that you and your mother should have a good heart to heart chat. One day, when she isn't all steamy and mad, bring her aside, and ask her if you two can talk somewhere privately. Thats what me and my mom do. When I am mad at her, and she is angry at me, we talk about it, cry about it, yell about it, hug about it, and then once all of our differences are done arguing with each other, we make up cause now we know why we we were so mad at each other and we now know how to make it better. Maybe thats what you guys have to do. I dont know, but its sounds as if you two are holding a lot tension.

Now, you dont have to do that, its just a suggestion. I am not too good at giving advice, but I hope this helps some.

Don't quit. CC is a good thing - whoever's giving it isn't trying to insult you, they're trying to help you make your writing better. Take LST's advice, focus on description the most. Then post it and see what people think. :D And don't compare yourself to anyone else - everyone's writing style is different, so no one's "better" than anyone else. More experianced, more descriptive, more suspenseful, yes - better, no. Keep your head up! If you're willing to pay $13 to join this site, there's no reason whatsoever to quit.

I'm finding it hard to believe that your tone wasn't rude. Your mother should've dealt with it in a different way, but she wouldn't get angry for no reason.

If it wasn't, she probably thought it was but her mom took it the wrong way.

I didn't try to make it rude, and I don't think that it did, because if that was the case then my dad would have yelled at me too. There was one time when my tone was actually quite rude, and all hell broke loose. But this time, I think she either took it the wrong way, or is just extremely annoyed for some other reason that she won't say. I'll try talking to her, and find out.