Lil Dynamite is now open!

I finally finished my new website! I'm sorry to say that this website isn't exactly directed toward the male population. I have however tried to make the website interactive by providing an e-mail for you to submit articles you've written, home spa recipes or and good advice you may have to share. I'll be depending on your input to improve the site. For all those who want to see how lil' dynamite works, check it out at www.lildynamite.yolasite.com
Thank you!
Love,
Vikki

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I have some awesome news! First, go check out shiver, it'll be worth your while. The news is that the sequel, Linger, is coming out on the 20th!!! I am absolutely dying to get my hands on it. You can check out Maggie and www.maggiestiefvater.com
Love,
Vikki

What's been going on...

Let's start with what began a series of exciting things. I went to go see eclipse on the midnight premier! I've always wanted to and I did, with kathy, meleigha, and oscar.We waited in line for an hour (though it only seemed like 15 minutes) and then another sitting in the theatre waiting for it to start. A moon started fading onto the screen slowly and I whispered excitedly to kathy sitting next to me "scream with me when it comes on!" (hey, what can I say? I was excited). I swear we shrieked loud enough for God to hear us. The movie was good, the style and storytelling aspects of it better than the first two. The running and fighting was so much more realistic.
Last thursday, I checked out four books from the library, two of which were SO AMAZING that I not only put them in the list of Books You Have to Read, I'm blogging about them. One was Avalon High by Meg Cabot, which is a hilarious modern version of king arthur. The other was Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. It has werewolves, but real ones who get infected and stuff. And don't start thinking it's another Twilight wannabe, because it's even better. It is absolutely one of the intensest books I've ever read.
Then, on Friday my dad, his girlfriend and myself headed out for a mini-vacation in Boca Raton. We went to two great beaches, one was the awesomest shade of blue EVER, a dark aqua. The bad thing was sucky waves and the fact I couldn't see past my waist in the water, which freaked me out. The other beach was perfect. Sure, it had a bit of a current, but the water never got past my shoulders. Plus, the waves were HUGE. Not those wimpy one-footers you always get down here, but five foot tall waves. I bodysurfed those waves for hours, enjoying the crystal blue water and soft sand.
Lastly, I finally got over my pride and got in touch with a friend that I hadn't talked to in a while. I'm hoping we can hang out together soon. Now, that may not seem as exciting as me getting smashed into the sand by five-footers, but still important. Besides, he might get pissed he doesn't rank up there in importance as the beach. (Just kidding!)
Oh well. I'm so happy it's like I'm flying, or better yet, back on those waves tumbling and swimming. To any friends reading this, I miss you guys and wish I could hug all of you right now.
Love,
Vikki

Hey, vikki, what's been going on? Well, gee, let me tell you...

I went to Marco Island on the 7th and I stayed in the prettiest house that my grandparents rented. For the weekend, my grandparents and my aunt and uncle stayed with us. They left and we stayed for the rest of the week, going back and forth because I had dress rehearsal and a recital for ballet.
Since I mentioned ballet I may as well elaborate. The choreography was blatantly simple. And by simple I mean like simple minded. Stupid. Ridiculously easy and terrible. And don't get me started on the costume. The words 'blue pumpkin-looking' come to mind.
Anyway, have I ever told you how much I love hanging with my dad? I'm so proud of him! Why? Well, because he knows the difference between ACDC and Led Zeppelin just by listening to the guitar. Oh yeah.
I'm having a party next week with sprinklers, water guns and karaoke, just so I can get together with the peeps. It WILL be awesome and fun and I'm working on the playlist as we speak. Sigh, one more thing:
I FOUND SKINNY JEANS THAT FIT!!!!
Love,
Vikki

I've just had the scariest thing happen...

I'm eating salad drizzled in olive oil, vinegar and salt, reading a new book. Out of habit, I run my hand across the back of my neck. You can imagine my surprise when I felt a tiny, hard lump in my neck that had DEFINITELY not been there the day before. I freeze and then yank my hair out of the way and feel it again. Surely it's not possible, I think to myself. I run straight to my mom and show her. My mom's calm and tells me it's probably nothing too important, an infection maybe. Mind you, it's midnight, so I didn't completely trust my mother's evaluation, despite her medical history. I go to bed and morbidly, I return to the first thought that sprang to mind when I touched it: What if it's cancer?
Thankfully, it probably isn't. My doctor checked it out, recommending some medicine for infections. I don't know WHAT it is yet. But it's smaller already, even since yesterday, so I'm hoping it'll be gone in a week. But it really kind of froze my life before my eyes. It was the most terrifying thing that's probably ever happened to me. Oh well, I'm so happy now. Things are normal for me again (for me, because nothing physical outside of my mind ever really changed). And if cancer is a part of my future, I'm planning on fighting it. You guys know how bossy and bitchy I can be. I'm not letting a stupid disease take me down and make me scared, not if I can help it.
Love,
Vikki

Feeling better..

Not that, of course, any one cares, but I'm feeling great. Sorry for getting so whiney, but it was all pent up and then suddenly I went BOOM.
Dance class is enjoyably easy and... boring. The thought that repeats itself every few seconds is: I already know this. Probably the only thing I DON'T know is how to spell all the french. But oh well. It's just preparing me for the grey area of high school, right?
Speaking of which, can you believe we're that old already? Oh my God. It's frightening how fast I developed from an awkward tiny little six grader to a slightly less awkward and slightly less tiny high school freshman. I don't know, but I feel like time's running out. Sometimes when I wake up at 2:00 in the afternoon, I'm filled with an irrational panic and a little voice is saying "you won't be able to get up late or have someone cook and clean for you in a little bit." The voice immediately comes back as I get out of bed saying "You're not ready for that. You'll never survive on you're own. You forget to do everything and you get bored to easily you're-" Right about then, I tell the little pessimist to shut the hell up.
It IS scary though, but that makes me want to take advantage of being a wild, hormonal, irrational teenager as long as I can. I wanna act stupid and reckless and go to awesome parties and dance and sing and laugh. I wanna be with friends and not worry for a few hours what the future holds for me. I think that's basically the point of being an adolescent. NOT knowing and not caring too much that you don't know.
BTW, I'm planning an outing to the Midnight premier of Eclipse on June 30th. Call me and let me know if you wanna go, because you need to get your tickets in advance.
So, go forth and be crazy while you can!
Love,
Vikki <3