I'm still alive. ;D

Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been focusing on my novel, and spending too much time on Tumblr, lol. I'll try to keep the blog updated, like I promised before.

That is all. |D

The Robot by Paul E Watson: Review

See that pun there? That's the least of this book's problems.

I already made a review of this on my Tumblr, but I also decided to put it here too.

This is a really, really unpopular book. If you check out  Amazon and/or Goodreads, you won't see a ton of reviews for it. I was curious about this book,  so, in March, I checked it out at the school library. That was the worst mistake I ever made that day. I don't think I've read a more unfunny, unwitty, uncelever, and downright painful-to-read YA story ever. 

Here's the summary:

Basically the story about the Gabe (the guy in glasses) who is a freshmen and his only friend is Dover (the goofy-looking blond). Gabe’s parents are on vactaion, leaving Gabe and Dover alone. The two “charming” characters break into Gabe’s father’s lab and discover a realistic robot girl named T.R.I.N.A. At first, they think it’s a sex doll.Turns out, it’s actually a murderous machine who’s assignment is to kill Dr. Phil.

I should've seen what I was getting into when I read the summary. I really should've. 

Oh, and there's a subplot about Gabe trying to earn respect from his father. A father who screams at his son over unnecessary crap, speaks in  all caps, and when his son tries to explain that he's been thrown in dumpster by some jerk jocks, he won't listen to him.

Yeah. Likeable father, huh?

Apparently, the author thinks that teenagers are stupid, because the rest of the book is filled with endless sex jokes and pop culture references. I'm not making that up. That's the book.

So, it's not hard to see why this isn't so popular.

In short, if you like comedy stories, avoid this book, unless you want something to MST.

What do you guys think...

About this website?: http://www.yahighway.com/

I've heard about it before, and I decided to check it out for myself. So far, it seems to be a decent site. But, what do you guys think of it? Good? Bad? Recommend it to other teenagers?

Haha, this is the first post I made in two weeks. |D

The Chaos: Chapter one

GAH! I accidentally deleted it! DX Here's the chapter again. Enjoy!
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Chapter one

“Okay, class. Your only homework is to make sure you don't die until next Monday. See you next week.”

Today was Friday. Thank God it was. Nick was tired of all his school work and he was ready for the weekend. No more teachers nagging him and telling me what he did wrong. He didn't care. He didn't want to be in their classes anyway, so what's the point of bothering him?

As he packed his bags to get home, he heard his teacher call him. Sighing, he turned around, walking to the desk. She glared at him, her glasses glistening in the light.

“Nick,” she started with a sigh in her voice. “I don't know what else to do with you! You've always been daydreaming and you rarely do your reports! If you keep this up, I'll have to retain you until you improve! Why don't you want to pass high school? Is there anything bothering you?”

There was. For most of his life, Nick became the man of house after his father's disappearance and his brother's death. Since then, he had little to no time for anything. However, he didn't want to bring personal matters into the conversation. He hated being pitied.

“No, Mrs. Susan.” He lied.

She gave him a doubtful look. Then she shook her head and look down.

“Riverson, I am disappointed in you.” She picked up a pen and started to write. “Good luck next week. You're going to need it.”

Meanwhile, in a small house, an African-American woman sat on her bed while un-wrapping her hair. Her plaid dress was lying next to her. Her daughter, who looked like she was four years old, was on the floor playing with her Barbie dolls.

“Mommy,” She said, looking up, “Do you have to work late again?”

The woman looked down at her daughter and shook her head, smiling softly. “No, Jasmine, dear. I just have to take my outfit down to the dryers. It's Friday, remember?” She bent down and kissed her on the forehead. “After that, I'll be here for the rest of the night.”

Jasmine smiled and kissed her mother on the cheek. At the same time, she heard the door open, and she raced out of her mom's room.

“Nicky's home! Nicky's home!” She screamed, giggling.

Nick looked at his little sister, picked her up, and spun her around, chuckling. “Hey, little princess! How are you?”

The moment he stepped into mom’s room, his smile disappeared, as well as his mother's. He put Jasmine on the ground and let her cling onto his pant leg.

“...Good afternoon.” She said, although there was no enthusiasm in her voice. “We need to talk.”

Great. Nick thought, rolling his eyes. A lecture. The last thing I want.

Nick sighed, and looked down at his baby sister. “Jasmine, sweet heart, can you go to your room real quick?”

Jasmine nodded and she ran off, closing her door. With her out of sight, Nick closed the bedroom door and walked over to his mom, who had her arms crossed at this point. She shook her head and glared.

“Nick, baby,” She started, “Finals are coming soon, and I'm worried sick. I have asked you time and time again to get your act right and yet you ignore my pleas. If you fail this, you're going to Summer School.”

“I know.” Nick muttered, looking down.

“Sweetie, if you know, then why didn't you ask for my help? You know I'm a tutor.” She started to get concern. 

“Is something bothering you?”

Nick said nothing and turned away.

“...Fine. Don't respond. But know this.” She walked over to Nick and kissed on the cheek. “I love you...and I'll do anything to help you. Just talk to me when you're ready, okay sweetie?” She walked back to her bed and picked up her dress.

Nick watched her, opening the door slightly. Just talk to me when you're ready, she always said. He knew she was full of herself. If she was this willing to listen, why wouldn't she tell him anything about his missing father? He hasn't seen him since he was seven, after all.

Whenever he says something about dad, she'll move on. The last time he tried to find dad was on her laptop, but she immediately shut it down and yelled at him.

Shaking his head, Nick walked out the door and closed it gently behind him. His mother sighed, and shook her head.

“That kid is going to need me someday...” She muttered, “He will.”

So I finally decided to make a blog.

Eeyup.

Now instead of filling up my Tumblr with random pictures, I decided to make a blogger to actually focus on my writing, and I might do some reviews on other stories. From time to time, I'll post my (unimportant) thoughts on things.

That is all. |D