tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77690902852627978992024-02-20T15:30:26.897-08:00Friends Win: Ramblings by Lucy and KeishaThoughts, adventures, life stories, and doses of love from two lovable girls who are completely out of their element.Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-16754503318110700732015-01-04T16:38:00.001-08:002015-01-04T16:38:40.138-08:00Fall Weather on a Winter DayToday Keisha and I decided to go outside and play and take some pictures. We haven't done that in a while because it's been rainy and chilly, so it was nice to get out there today.<br />
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<br />Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-86512877712255856612014-12-16T01:42:00.000-08:002014-12-16T01:42:14.731-08:00New Beginnings So it's been too long since I've updated this blog, and I apologize for that. The reason for it, I think, is that I started this blog when I was going through a hard time with living in a new place and adjusting to my new family once my dad for remarried... but for a while, things started to get better and make sense. I was happy. I'd even gotten to like my step-mom some.<br />
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But today I found out something that's going to change everything.<br />
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Lily, my step-mom, is gonna have a baby.<br />
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I'm going to have a little brother or sister. And I don't know how I feel about it.<br />
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On the one hand, my dad is really happy. And it would be cool to not be the youngest. Maybe I'll get to baby-sit the little tyke. But on the other hand, there will be more responsibility for me and less time with my dad because he'll be paying attention to the baby. And what if it's a girl? Dylan will have a new little sister and maybe he won't like me as much then.<br />
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I'm a little scared.Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-16886354761205319512013-04-19T19:40:00.001-07:002013-04-19T19:40:56.446-07:00Spending Time With New Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello, world! Lucy here. I know, I know… long time no post. I’m going to try to be better about that from now on, though. Anyways, when I came home from school this afternoon, my dad was still at work and my step-mom Lily was with the elderly lady she helps take care of. Dylan had just rushed in ahead of me and was taking a shower. I called Keisha to see if she wanted to come over, but she had an event for the cheerleading squad and couldn’t come over. My other friends from school (McKenna, Salima, and Kennedy… all of whom I promise to tell you about soon!) live too far away to hang out after school without arranging rides with parents beforehand. I figured I could just read some of my latest manga finds or maybe watch some of my recordings on the DVR, but I knew I’d be a little lonely since everyone else was out having fun. So I was really pleased when Dylan was about to leave and asked me if I wanted to go with him! Well, Dylan is a pretty cool brother (most of the time) and I’d pretty much go anywhere with him, but I was happy when he said we were going over to the Steins’ house, so he could see his friends Bethany and Sarah and I could see my friend Wendy (of the blog <a href="http://wendymsdarling.blogspot.com/">Wendy’s Life</a>). When we got there Dylan, Bethany, and Sarah all settled in to watch some TV, so Wendy and I, as well as her friends Quinn and Ashley went to play outside. It was a lot of fun! I don’t know Quinn and Ashley very well, but I’m glad we all hung out today… they’re pretty cool. Maybe I could count them as friends, too.</div>
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<br />Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-90271286960719244772012-02-17T15:52:00.000-08:002012-02-17T15:52:00.717-08:00Lunch with the StepmomSo, if you've read this blog at all before, you'll know that my step-mom is not my favorite person by any stretch of the imagination. She realizes that neither Dylan nor I are terribly fond of her, but she tries to push a little too hard. It's really hard not to resent her for that. But the other day, I was out playing with Keisha, and when I came home, I overheard Dylan talking and laughing with her. Like old friends. <br />
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And then, the biggest insult of all was when he said, "thanks, Mom," to her. I mean, he was joking... but still. That woman is not our mother. First my dad replaced her, and now Dylan is. When I heard that, I ran to my room and slammed the door. I stayed in there crying for a long time and I wouldn't let anyone in.<br />
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I never really got to know my mom, but Dad and Dylan did. It isn't fair that they have memories of her and they're letting Lily invade that. Dad has told me that loving Lily doesn't mean we're replacing Mom, and intellectually I understand that. But I can't change how I feel... I just wish someone would try to see it from my perspective. *sigh*<br />
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Well, Lily knew I was upset but she didn't really know why. She wanted to cheer me up though, so she came and got me out of school early the next day for a girly day. She took me to lunch, to get a manicure, and to get a new outfit.<br />
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It was awkward. Very awkward. This was the first time I was ever alone with her for that long. I know she was trying to be nice, and I appreciated it, but it was another one of those times when she was trying way too hard. We hardly knew what to talk about. And the dress she bought me is so not me. It looks like something she'd wear, but in my size. Again, I do appreciate the gesture, but it was just so... wrong.<br />
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So, yesterday morning (the day after our girly day), she got a little upset when she saw me dressed for school in something other than the dress she bought. And then she got even more upset when she saw that I'd kinda scuffed up my manicure a bit. I mean, I'm not sure what she expected... she knows I bite my nails.<br />
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Oh, well. I know she's trying hard. Maybe I should be trying a little harder myself. But I just... can't. Not yet.Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-74095025784291556482012-02-11T14:05:00.000-08:002012-02-11T14:05:00.538-08:00Tea PartyToday was a fun day. Keisha and I didn't have anything to do, so we decided to throw ourselves a little mini tea party, because that's what sweet girls do when bored (or so my step-mom said!). We had tea and cupcakes, and I must admit, it was pretty nice! We wanted to get dressed up like society ladies, but neither of us owns any clothes like that, so we wore our regular stuff. We acted sophisticated, even if we didn't look the part... so we felt pretty grown up!<br />
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School has gone well, and I've been hanging out with Keisha all the time. The other day, my brother Dylan took us to a Super Bowl party at the teen center, and that was fun. I mean, I don't like football much, but I did enjoy hanging out with people and eating snacks. But Dylan got into a foul mood since the Pats lost, but I pretty much knew that might happen.<br />
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For everyone that was concerned, things have been going fine between my dad and step-mom. They've had a couple of spats (mostly about finances) but my daddy told me not to worry. He said most couples fight from time to time, and it's usually about money. They only fight about twice a month... the rest of the time, they get along great. Sometimes they get along too well! I'll vomit if I catch them making out again. *shudder* But better that than my dad being sad.<br />
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Anyways, the whole point of this post was to show you all <a href="http://buckalbrokedollgirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/kindred-thread-vintage-valentine-dress.html">this link</a>. Bre, the human around here, bought this spiffy new Valentine's Day party dress and she asked me to model it! I couldn't say no! You can see more pics on the link above (which leads to her blog), but here's a preview:<br />
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I'm going to wear this dress to the Valentine's Day party we're having at school! Don't you think I'll look spiffy?Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-31483466696589701762011-11-27T03:04:00.000-08:002011-11-27T03:04:15.304-08:00*Pokes head in room, peeps around*Hello everyone! It's Lucy again, still alive after a long, long absence! For all of November my silly human has been writing a book for <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/">NaNoWriMo</a> and I haven't had much access to the computer. Before that, she was having some... issues... and went a little underground and we all had to avoid the internet some. Anyways, I'm planning on posting more from now on. <3<br />
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So, to catch you up:<br />
1. Halloween was awesome. I went trick-or-treating with Keisha. She was a butterfly and I was Nancy Drew.<br />
2. Thanksgiving was equally nice. I loved the parade, as usual.<br />
3. Keisha and I were saving up for AG dolls, but we ended up giving all the money we had saved to this charity drive our school held for the local homeless shelter. We didn't have much saved up yet, but our whole class donated so we got to give them a good amount.<br />
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Anyways, I'll try to talk to you all soon... hopefully I'll have more interesting stuff to tell you all!Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-6397008754484384812011-10-05T04:20:00.000-07:002011-10-05T04:20:00.301-07:00Parental ArgumentsHey again! Lucy here. I just had a pretty weird experience. I woke up early to go to the rest room, and as I was walking down the hall I passed my dad and step-mom's door, and I overheard them arguing. It sounded pretty bad too... they were fighting about money. I guess my step-mom bought some painting which cost way more than my dad thought she should spend, and he was really upset that she did it without talking to him first. And then she was upset that he was acting as if she needed his permission.<br />
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Now, I've made no secret of the fact that I don't get along with my step-mom. Sometimes the sound of her voice sets my teeth on edge. But hearing them argue like that really scared me. I used to think I'd love it if they broke up, but I know now that I wouldn't. My dad would be miserable. I mean, I can't see anything in her, but he apparently really loves her.<br />
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Have you ever heard your parents arguing? If so, did it worry you?Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-43002208049999519812011-10-02T05:02:00.000-07:002011-10-02T05:02:00.231-07:00We never did ask...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hey everyone! It's me, Keisha! I'm sure you noticed when you clicked on the blog that we have a fancy new header pic. Lucy put it up when she made her last update. We also added survey pages for the both of us, and we're planning to update them from time to time with other random surveys.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What do you all think of these changes? Do you have any ideas of what we could do to make the blog the best it could be?</span></div>Keishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06112590209944179619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-90035416828237225772011-09-29T01:59:00.000-07:002011-09-29T01:59:58.736-07:00Morro Bay!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3197.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello, readers! Lucy here. This past weekend, my family went on a little trip to Morro Bay, which is a tourist friendly city a couple of hours from here on the coast. Where I live in Bakersfield, it's apparently hot until November... but Morro Bay felt lovely and amazing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was really fun too. We went to this shell shop that sells sea shells from all over the world... I got two shells from Japan to decorate my room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went to the aquarium and fed seals... they're so cute! I have a little video of them, if you're interested.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We spent some time on the beach too, and I have a couple of shots. You can see what a lovely and clear day it was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to a couple different huge candy stores. At one of them, we got this bag of chocolate rocks! They look really real.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Overall, it was a really great trip. I hope you've all been having fun while I haven't been posting!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-73404083517384707502011-09-22T06:05:00.000-07:002011-09-22T06:05:00.398-07:00InsightsStole this survey from <a href="http://sabinethegreat.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-just-in-case-you-dont-know-me-by.html">Sabine</a>. =)<br />
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<b>What is your name? Were you named after someone else? Do you like your name?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: My name is Lucy Ryoko Nakamura. Lucy is because my mom loved I Love Lucy, and Ryoko is after my grandmother on my dad’s side. I love my name! It’s old fashioned, so not a lot of people have that name anymore, but it’s not so old fashioned that it sounds out of place.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: Mine is Keisha Rae Vance. I’m not named after anyone. I like my first name, but my middle name is just okay.<br />
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<b>Do you have any pets? If yes, what kinds, and what are their names? If not, why don’t you have any pets?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: I have a sun conure named Pajarro and a hamster named Yuu.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: I don’t have any yet. My parents want to make sure that my younger brother and sister are ready before we get any. But they’ve been talking about getting a cat soon.<br />
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<b>Do you like to cook? What’s your favorite food? Are you good at cooking?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: I’m not a great cook, so I don’t do much of that. Growing up with my dad who worked so much, we had a lot of fast food, pre-prepared meals, and boxed and canned things. I never really learned from anyone. My favorite foods are grilled cheese and tomato soup. I can make that!<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: I like to help my mom in the kitchen. I’m still learning from her and really enjoying it. My favorite food is spaghetti and turkey meatballs.<br />
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<b>Where do you live? Have you ever lived in another country from where you do currently?</b><br />
We both live in the US (California) and no, we’ve never lived in another country. Hopefully someday! We’d love to go to Brazil or Japan.<br />
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<b>Have you ever met a famous person? Who was it?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: I met Jason Varitek, the catcher and captain for the Boston Red Sox once.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: Never. Maybe I will soon!<br />
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<b>What do you do in your free time?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: Sports, reading, drawing, watching anime and classic movies, hang out with my friend Keisha =)<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: reading, photography, watching classic movies, singing, playing with my little brother and sister, hanging out with Lucy!<br />
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<b>Do you like sports? What are your favorite sport?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: As I mentioned in the last question I love sports! I play soccer and volleyball. I also love tennis.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: I like to cheer and swim, if you count those. =)<br />
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<b>How old are you? Do you like being the age you are? </b><br />
We’re both 11 and loving it!<br />
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<b>What are your hobbies?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: reading manga and Nancy Drew, drawing, classic movies, collecting antiques<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: reading the classics and Nancy Drew, singing, photography, learning about my culture<br />
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<b>Do you have a religion? What is it?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: I wasn’t raised in a religion and I haven’t really put any thought into adopting one.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: My family is Methodist.<br />
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<b>How many languages do you speak? What are they? </b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: I only fluently speak English. But I’ve picked up quite a bit of Japanese over the years, and we’re learning Latin in school.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: I’m also only fluent in English. But I learned a lot of Spanish when I lived in Los Angeles, and it comes in handy here! And I’m also studying Latin in school.<br />
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<b>Who do you live with?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: My dad, evil step mom, and older brother<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: My mom and dad and younger siblings<br />
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<b>Are you a morning or night person?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: Afternoon, actually.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: Early morning!<br />
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<b>Would you want to be famous? Why or why not? </b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>: I’m a little too shy and I hate having people look at me all the time. I think fame would be too much pressure for me.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>: I could handle it. In fact, I would love it! I’m good with attention, and I bet I would love to meet all the cool celebrities.<br />
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<b>What are five things people don’t know about you?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Lucy</span>:<br />
1. My brother is one of my best friends.<br />
2. I like my new school better than my old school in Boston.<br />
3. Unlike a lot of native New Englanders, I can pronounce the letter “R.” =)<br />
4. My dad told me that when he and my mom were in college, she dyed her hair purple! I’m going to do that one day as a tribute to her.<br />
5. I really love ‘80s music because my dad played a lot of it when I was really little.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Keisha</span>:<br />
1. In my old school, I was the smallest kid in my class.<br />
2. I’m saving my allowance for an American Girl doll.<br />
3. I want to learn how to play the oboe because I think it sounds cool.<br />
4. Since my mom and dad are both in the medical profession, I’m thinking about going into it myself when I grow up.<br />
5. I just painted my toenails sparkly purple. =DLucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-71174542299436877512011-09-19T21:22:00.000-07:002011-09-19T21:22:04.475-07:00Talk Like a Pirate Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3154.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahoy, me hearties! Cap'n Lucy here! In case ye did nay know, today was Talk Like a Pirate Day, which is a really fun holiday. As you can see, First Matey Keisha and I got decked out in our pirate finest for the occasion. But that's not all... my brother Dylan took us to a charity event at his high school where everyone dressed like a pirate! We listened to his school band play and ate lots of junk.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the big surprise was that we met up with some friends of his while we were there. Dylan introduced me to his friends Bethany and Sarah (<a href="http://aglucychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/went-to-see-harry-potter-saw-him-and.html">the twins I saw him with at the movies so long ago</a>). Bethany and Sarah had their younger sister and cousin with them. These two girls are around my age (one is a year older, the other a year younger) and they don't go to my school. But I have heard of at least one of them by reputation. Bethany and Sarah's sister is fellow blogger Wendy from <a href="http://wendymsdarling.blogspot.com/">Wendy's Life</a>! Keisha and I spent all afternoon with Wendy and her cousin Allie, both of whom were really fun and nice. I got a little nervous at one point because Dylan and one of the twins seemed to had disappeared, but it turned out that they were only off getting sodas. For half an hour. Guess the lines were longer than they looked.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, we took some pictures... would you like to see them? Well, I'm going to post them anyways. ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-28545698363730801992011-09-17T05:17:00.000-07:002011-09-17T05:17:00.181-07:00Keisha Vance: Cheerleader<span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hey everyone! It's me, Keisha! And guess what! If the title didn't tip you off, I made the cheerleading squad!!! Yay! *applause*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We tried out last Friday, and they didn't let us know the results until Tuesday! That day, we all had to get lots of paperwork to take home to our parents, and we placed our orders for uniforms. Since they come from a shop right here in town, the uniforms made it in yesterday. I couldn't resist trying it on!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'm really excited about making the squad. One of the girls is having a pool party this afternoon and she invited the whole squad. I'm really excited! I feel guilty about going to a party without Lucy, but I think she understands...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'll be sure to tell you all about it later! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Love, Keisha</span></div>Keishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06112590209944179619noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-87028528355278172542011-09-11T04:38:00.000-07:002011-09-11T04:38:22.859-07:00Changes to the blog<div style="text-align: center;">Konnichi wa! Lucy-chan here with exciting news! Keisha now has her own account and will post on this blog regularly. We're both really excited about it! And you probably noticed that the title of the blog has changed. "Love, Lucy" was a good title, but it didn't reflect that this is OUR blog. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We're planning on making a snazzy header photo for the top of the page up there. Just for fun, I added a couple of photos to the side over there -->.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have any more suggestions of fun things we can do with the blog, drop us a comment!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. In case you were wondering, the blog's new name comes from this awesome song from the Powerpuff Girls!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-66019385179250719812011-09-07T03:20:00.000-07:002011-09-07T03:20:47.652-07:00Cheerleading tryouts and club week<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Hi everyone! It's Keisha again! Now that Lucy has asked me to co-author on her blog, I'm going to be posting more often... I'm supposed to be opening my own account so my name can come up on the posts, but I've been too lazy. I will eventually get around to it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Anyways, I have to tell you all... this week at our school is club week. It's been really fun! We've been on minimum day schedule all week so that we could spend the last hour of the day seeing presentations by various clubs, doing sign-ups and auditions for the clubs and teams that need them. On Monday I joined photography club... I'm really excited about it! We're going to meet every Monday for 45 minutes after school and learn about photography and practice different techniques. Each week we're going to have to submit at least one photo we've taken and at the end of the year we're going to compile them all into a portfolio. We're going to do different themes like self-portrait, landscape, silhouette, etc.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">My mom asked me to join MESA, which stands for Math, Engineering, and Science Achievement. And I don't know if it's just my mom or a mom thing in general, but when she "asks" me to do something, that means that I don't have a choice in the matter. I convinced Lucy to join with me, and although neither of us a super great at that sort of thing, we're going to try to make the best of it. Our math teacher is the adviser... he's giving everyone who joins MESA and stays in it all trimester extra credit. And actually does sound sort of fun. I just don't plan on letting my mom know that! ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">But the thing I'm most nervous about is cheerleading tryouts this Friday! I was in club cheerleading and on my school's squad where I used to live, so I have a lot of experience, but I'm still kind of worried. I saw a video on our school website of the squad from last year... they're really good! I've been practicing a routine for my tryout... I hope I'm good enough!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First of all, I have 14 followers. Thanks to all 14 of you! But what should I do to get more? I'm following most of the blogs that I've read so far and I try to comment on all the new posts I see. I don't log on everyday though so I miss a lot. I try to catch up when I can though.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Second, I've noticed that posts with pictures seem to get more comments than those without them. Should I wait to post until I have pictures and more to write about, or should I post more often (some with pics and some without)?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Third, I'm thinking of asking Keisha to become my permanent co-author on my blog? I'm assuming everyone would be interested in hearing from my fun and cool bff? =)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello readers! Lucy-chan here again! Well, I mentioned a couple of days ago that Keisha and I were going to have a sleepover. It was such a blast! We played Rock Band with Dylan, ate all kinds of junk food (pizza, popcorn, berry ice cream blast oreos), and watched hours of Sailor Moon on my laptop. At one point we were all hyped up and what not and started singing into hairbrush microphones and did a performance of the theme from Sailor Moon. It's so catchy, it's hard not to sing along! Well, right in the middle of the song, my wicked step-mom came in and said we needed to quiet down since we weren't the only people in the house. We weren't even being that loud... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight. Never running from a real fight -- she is the one called Sailor Moon!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But anyways, after we got scolded for being too loud, we sat and did each other's hair in crazy styles. It was really fun although I don't think either of us has a future as a hair stylist.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And we stayed up way too late, woke up early the next morning and spent all day doing nothing in particular but still having fun. =) All in all, it was a great weekend!</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-37928662044204385642011-08-24T20:04:00.000-07:002011-08-24T20:04:48.895-07:00Back to school!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRI9BWSupl8VUhjL2RU7V7_eQR2CBL8lAJSUuklXtstw35Ddqaj08tsPy3ZV5Nr30rictJ84W393CXE8LVq2lKfpoaWazoYBTEmki9eS_IZWVEK66GnmIwL2uhSU1_m5RsHV4xKP0YnQI/s1600/100_3102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRI9BWSupl8VUhjL2RU7V7_eQR2CBL8lAJSUuklXtstw35Ddqaj08tsPy3ZV5Nr30rictJ84W393CXE8LVq2lKfpoaWazoYBTEmki9eS_IZWVEK66GnmIwL2uhSU1_m5RsHV4xKP0YnQI/s320/100_3102.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hi-hi everyone! Lucy here. Sorry for the lack of posts. Last Monday was my human's (Bre/BuckinghamAlice, for those who don't know) birthday and she's been busy and whatnot, so you know how it is. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, this Monday was the first day of school here, and I was super nervous. I'm in the 6th grade and this was my first day at my new school in Bakersfield. Not only that, but my new school is a private all-girls school, and I've only ever been to public co-ed schools. Luckily, Keisha and I were both going to the same school (and would both be new kids). She was just as nervous as I was, so we spent a long time in the days before Monday talking about what we would wear, what we would bring, and everything like that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Monday morning came, Keisha's mom drove us the fifteen minutes across town from our regular middle to upper middle class neighbor to the bona fide ritzy area. Keisha and I are in the same class (thank goodness!). Our teacher is named Miss Anne Demello, but she told us all to call her Anne. She's fairly young and really pretty, but best of all, she's really nice. Keisha and I both like the school a lot, but we haven't made any other friends yet. Most of these girls have been going to this school since kindergarten, and it's a pretty small school, so they all know each other well. No one has been mean to either of us, but they haven't been nice either. One of the girls is having a birthday party this weekend, and Keisha and I are the only ones in our whole class who didn't get invited. We're not too upset by it, but it would have been nice to get invited to a party. We decided to have our own party this weekend. A sleepover -- just the two of us, a bell pepper and olive pizza, and a huge stack of DVDs. We're going to have a lovely time and not think about school. =)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And since the pic at the top of the post is a closeup, here's a full length shot of Keisha and me on our way out the door on the first morning of school:</span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Hello everyone! It's Keisha, filling in for Lucy today. She suggested I give this blogging thing a shot... I figured why not! I just wanted to introduce myself to everyone and hopefully get to know some of you. =)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">My name is Keisha Vance, and I'm 11 years old. Like Lucy, I've just recently moved to Bakersfield, and luckily she and I ended up next door to each other. I was worried that I wouldn't meet anyone as nice as my old friends... but Lucy is great! She and I have a lot in common... we both like to play outside, never sit still, and love old movies. Lucy is really funny and sweet and is easy to talk to... I'm so glad I met her!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I live with my mom and dad as well as my younger brother and sister. Sometimes I really love being the oldest kid in the family, but sometimes it's a pain. I like to do lots of things in my spare time, but I often get stuck babysitting. But hey, someone has to do it, right?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I like to take pictures and cheer. I used to be on my old school's squad... I'm looking forward to trying out for the squad here when school starts up. And I may join the photography club if there is one. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Hope to talk to you again soon!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Love, Keisha</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-31265258075589973812011-08-10T06:10:00.000-07:002011-08-10T06:10:01.851-07:00Suspect Behavior<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, you guys remember I was telling you that something strange was up with my brother Dylan? Well, he's getting even weirder and more suspicious! He's still been taking lots of private phone calls and sneaking around. He's been very secretive. And last night, I caught him sneaking in very late!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was out of bed getting a glass of water (or, to be perfectly honest, I was getting a cookie and a glass of chocolate milk, lol), and I heard someone at the door. I panicked! It was almost 2 AM and, as far as I knew, everyone in the house was asleep. I grabbed the nearest weapon-- one of my step-mom's ugly vases-- and the phone... I was readying myself to bash the intruder over the head or in the stomach or whatever else I could reach when the intruder lit the hall way with his phone and I saw it was in fact Dylan.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Goosey! What are you doing up?" he demanded.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then he rushed upstairs. When I woke up this morning, there was a small stack of mangas outside my door. Dylan had left a little note on them that said, "I've been meaning to give these to you <3." So, is this a bribe? I don't know what to think of any of this. I'm just not used to Dylan sneaking around and being less than honest. What do I do? I don't want to tell my dad that something is weird because I would hate to get my brother in trouble. I mean, he doesn't seem to be in danger or anything... I just can't help but worry.</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-89465443023315202702011-08-07T17:03:00.000-07:002011-08-07T17:03:27.541-07:00Photo Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3068.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the title suggests, yesterday, Keisha and I spent the whole morning playing dress-up. I know you may be thinking that we're a little old for that sort of thing, but seriously... no matter how old you are, putting on different clothes and imagining you're somewhere or someone else is good clean fun! Keisha and I took a quick snapshot in our favorite outfits.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and as a follow up from my last post, I talked to my brother about why he lied to me. I was very calm and rational and direct. And do you know what he said? He pinched my cheek and called me adorable! How patronizing! I didn't pursue the issue any further. In the comments last time, Kirsten asked if I thought maybe Dylan was romantically interested in one of the people he was with. I think that's what's going on. Lately he's been taking lots of private phone calls and going out most evenings. He's been dressing much more fashionably when he goes out as well. When we ask where he's going he just says he'll be with friends. Suspicious! In the past, he's told me all about his girlfriends... we tell each other pretty much everything. Maybe he'll take me into his confidence again...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And Inky asked on my last post what was my favorite part of HP 7.2. I loved anything with my favorite character Neville and my favorite couple Ron and Hermione! =) It was such a wonderful movie. I kinda want to go see it again!</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-26699817754243582022011-07-25T04:07:00.000-07:002011-07-25T04:07:52.481-07:00Went to see Harry Potter... saw him and then some...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Konnichiwa! I think I mentioned in my last post that my friend Keisha and I were going with my dad to see the last Harry Potter film. Well, we went last night (Sunday) and we all loved it! We went to a little local Italian restaurant before hand (I had a chicken alfredo calzone that was huge and Keisha had lasagna... we both split our meal in half and swapped with one another... yum!). The theater we went to was really big and had two arcades, so we played DDR and Guitar Hero before we saw the movie. My dad tried to win us a prize from the claw machine, but he couldn't... he ran out of quarters and said the machine was rigged! =P</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, when we finally went in to see the movie, we sat way up in the top of the theater so we could see the whole screen without stretching our necks. The theater was pretty packed, even though the movie has been out for a while. But you know what? We all loved it! It was pretty wonderful. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we came out of the theater, though, I had a pretty big shock. I had asked my brother Dylan that morning if he wanted to come with us, but he said he was going to stay home and read. But when we were coming out of the theater, I saw him and two girls (twins his age) walking out of the ice cream place across from the theater. Why would he lie to me? I can understand if he had plans, and I get that he needs his space and privacy and stuff, but that's no reason to be downright dishonest. =/ I want to confront him, but what could I say? I don't want him to be mad at me. Whenever we fight, I always end up crying... then Dad gets mad at Dylan and he gets even madder at me. Ugh, brothers!!</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769090285262797899.post-57725145112666373822011-07-22T01:16:00.000-07:002011-07-22T01:16:19.872-07:00My new friend Keisha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/fairywasteland/100_3035.jpg" width="184" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello to anyone who may be reading this! At the recommendation of my dad, I've started a blog to tell my story to the world... if anyone cares. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My name is Lucy Ryoko Nakamura, although I'm known to some as Lucy-chan, Luce, Goosey, or just plain Lucy. I'm 11 years old and I was born and raised in Boston. I live with my wonderful dad, my big brother Dylan (who I actually like... just don't tell him I said so!), and my wicked step-mother, Lily. My mother died when I was a baby, and several months ago my father remarried. Neither Dylan nor I like Lily very much... she waltzes into our lives at this late stage and expects us both to embrace her as our mother... but that isn't the case.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last month, things worsened. My dad's job transferred him to Bakersfield, CA... a hot city a couple of hours away from Los Angeles. I wasn't excited... I love Boston. Everything is old and full of history. New England has a certain charm you can't find anywhere else. I'm sure California has it's good points, but I'm not ready to see them yet. I'm still sad about never being able to go with Dylan to another Red Sox game at Fenway... never being able to take the ferry to Nantucket... everything I used to love is behind me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dad is really trying to make things easy on everyone though. He's promised to take us to Disneyland and the beach this summer. And our new house is sort of nice. I got to pick my bedroom first, and when I have everything set up like I want it, I'll show it to you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways, hope my first post wasn't too boring... I plan to post regularly and hopefully make some friends. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TTFN!</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16166572941910240991noreply@blogger.com9