Glad to have Hillrise in my life...

Okay, so I'm looking at pictures of Hillrise in the 60's that this woman put on her Facebook. And this woman who blocked me 3 years ago due to me using one of her Hillrise pics as her profile pics (which is a STUPID reason to hate me, if you ask me.) commented on it and said, "Hillrise was an amazing place to live." What a hypocrite. I figured with the way she treated me and the fact that she hasn't seen Hillrise in 30 years I figured she really didn't like it. Luckily that chick is history and I've moved on to Hillrise itself, who is turning 43 this year. I can't wait for February 26-Hillrise will celebrate its 43rd year of being on this planet! I'm going to write the people on the homeowners association to ask if we can have a celebration picnic. Overall, I'm in awe of how far Hillrise has come over the years. To me, it's still a country-side neighborhood away from the city noise, just like it was in the 60's. Also it looks so new to me. Like it's 1971! Speaking of which, I really want to see what Little Hillrise looked like. I know I have pictures but I really want to actually live in 1970 or 1968. I mean, I'm tired of all the crap that goes on during the 21st century, like the popularity of tattoos. Luckily with Hillrise in my life I tend to leave all those troubles behind. So no matter when I live, all I need to survive is Hillrise.

Worried SICK about Hillrise!

I was taking a walk round Hillrise today to enjoy some socializing with neighbors and...duh, Hillrise...and I walked by this house that had been graffitied on. (It might have been there before. I guess I never noticed it.) It was on purpose-apparently they had done it to be 'creative'. Yeah, it's NOT OKAY to write 'lie' 'burn' 'f***' and 'hell' on the side of a Hillrise Home! I remember one time last year someone had ripped out an ORIGINAL Hillrise door and written this thing about 'clearing her name' or else she'd post a video of a neighbor changing. NOT the kind of person I want in MY little Hillrise. That just really ticked me off that someone would do that! I tried to forget about it...and I was successful until I heard some rowdy dudes in a Hillrise Home chanting about something and one of them said, "Oh, s***!!" I tried to ignore it and tell Hillrise that it was just a couple of fladoodles. Then I ran into a sign that said 'No Tresspassing-Hillrise Residents Only' and someone had graffitied on that too! Someone had also stuck one of those skate stickers  on it. I didn't see the whole thing due to the thing being covered in ivy. I was once again way disturbed when I saw another one of those stupid stickers on a post near a hiking trail. I tried to peel it off but it wouldn't come off. I peeled off as much as I could before heading off-feeling HORRIBLE. Poor Hillrise shouldn't be treated like this! I mean, people need to have a heart because Hillrise is a desirable place and many who live here love it as well. I'm bringing this up at the homeowners association meeting next month, but still, I can't believe someone would deface a world wonder like Hillrise! I'm also really upset about this house on my street that's surrounded by trash and old, mushy newspapers. The windows are made out of foil and Saran wrap. The car never moves-plus there's a cardboard thing covering all the windows! The only person I saw there was this lady who didn't look so friendly. The lawn is barely there. It looks more like an abandoned house in Van Nuys than a perfect home in Hillrise. That was the last straw that made me crack. I can't believe someone would abandon Hillrise like that! I think the poor thing needs treatment...forever! I think the poor thing should be forclosed or sold to someone who can fix it up to look new again. I'm also going to bring this up at the homeowners association meeting. People need to have a heart and realize that Hillrise is NOT just an ordinary neighborhood. Now I'm not saying all of Hillrise is like this. In fact, Hillrise looks rather new in so many ways. It barely shows any age-and if any, it's considered nostalgic. (click here for a pic)  I just noticed these things and I can't believe people would do such a thing! Hillrise is such a well cared for community! I'm hoping we can patch it up before its 43rd birthday next month. I'm just heartbroken over all of this. From what I've heard the others are too. My opinion? Kick those people so far out of Hillrise that they'll be out of California! Out of the entire United States! I will kick their butts so far away that they'll live on the moon!! And I'll patch up my little Hillrise so it looks like new again.
Whitney

Deprived of Hillrise.

Hillrise is the life-giving rain to a dried up sapling like me. Yet there's a time that the calming rain must stop. I'm taken to a barren, dry desert full of harsh heat and humidity. There's many other saplings, but they have beautiful pastel flowers and are able to grow in this environment. Odd-looking lizards eye me, hungry for my sap.  I can barely survive or stay awake, since most of my roots were cut off. I'm about to dry up for good when I'm taken back to the rich, cool soil of Hillrise and once again soaking it up. Ahhh, the world feels right again and I'm growing better than ever. But the next day, I'm taken back to that desert with the lizards and pretty flowers. I dry up and all traces of growth are lost. Then after what seems like years, I'm finally back in the Hillrise soil where I belong. Yet for most of the week, I'm dug up (harshly) and forced into a hard, overheated planter worn down by generations of other plants. Those lizards can really scare me sometimes. I feel relieved when I'm not taken out of my perfectly soft Hillrise soil for a few days, yet on Monday that gardener comes back for me and I find myself in the desert. No one knows why we're taken to this desert; once upon a time it was a rather okay place, but years flew by and our beach has turned into a freak of nature.
What is the desert a metaphor for?
It's pretty obvious.
Here's a puzzle:
SPIDERS
THEY WILL CRAWL
THEY WILL SPIN
ONE AMAZING WEB
I GUARANTEE YOU
IT WILL BE AMAZING

There's a hidden word in here. There's one letter in each stanza. Here are the clues:
1. Letter that starts and ends the stanza
2. Third word, first letter
3. First word, second letter
4. First word, first letter
5. Third word, second letter
6. Second word, last letter
The letters will spell out what the desert metaphor is for.
Leave your answer in the comments!
Whitney

When I ordered life, I didn't know it came with crazy. :P

Life has been pretty hectic for me. I've been juggling finals, social life, tumbling, and, of course, caring for Hillrise. Right now, I'm just so glad that the weekend is finally here. I don't even care anymore about finals, since I studied so hard that my forehead blew off. Also, a big sigh of relief for me since I found out I don't have to have a back handspring to make jayvee next year. I'm still trying to get over my fear of jumping in the air onto this rounded mat. And everything is harder when you're a CHICKEN!!!
Luckily, this weekend I'm just gonna hangout with friends, walk around Hillrise, and set up my portion of the Hillrise community garden. I plan on doing some photography this weekend as well. I'm hoping to get a shot of this Hillrise Home that has been made over completely. The only thing that I'm upset about is that they replaced the original 1970 garage. Oh, well...
Yeah, that's why I haven't blogged too much. This weekend I'm probably going to blog once or something. I also have school off on Monday (Thank you, dairy farms!) to spend more time in Hillrise. This will be a great weekend!!
-Whitney

About Me!!

My best friend made a '10 Things You Must Know About Me' so I decided to do the same thing. Here they are: (*=you kind of knew that already)
1. I'm 15 years old.
2. Hillrise is probably my favorite thing ever.
3. I collect American Girl dolls.
4. I absolutely HATE tattoos. They're my BIGGEST PET PEEVE.
5. My pet peeves are not allowed in Hillrise. If I see them I will FREAK. 
6. I'm a girl who was born 27 years late because I think I belong in the 60's in brand-new Hillrise.
7. I'm VERY sensitive, but mess with me and you'll be in the hospital.
8. All of my best friends I have known for fewer than 5 years. This is because I went to a crappy elementary school in my hometown. My hometown is the kind of place that everything is fancy-like. (The Kardashians live near my elementary school.) While I played with Barbies and CareBears in kindergarten, others were talking about boys, makeup (and I mean stuff like MAC and BareMinerals) and shopping. I had a girl in my class come in wearing purple eyeshadow from Macy's (that's how she put it) and bright pink lisptick. I wasn't allowed to wear freaking Chapstick back then. The town I live in now is so much more, well, me. No one is like that at all!
9. I hate school with a passion.
10. While #9 is true, I love to write stories. So far I'm working on 'Love This Life in Hillrise', a book series about me and my friends going back to the 1970s.
These are 10 things, and you'll learn more from me through this blog. And let's not forget Hillrise!
-Whitney

I HATE being away from Hillrise...

You can see my my last two posts that Hillrise is the thing that mens most to me. And for someone my age,  that's not really normal. My best friends are the only ones who understand me and how much I love Hillrise. Others...well, aren't so understanding. In photo class today, a group of kids said, 'You won't want to live in Hillrise when you're older.' That's cause they're not small-town kids like me. I mean, the only reason I'm going to school is so I can get a good job and stay in Hillrise. I don't know how someone could be so mean to Hillrise-it's just so nice there! My best friend says it's because they want to push my buttons. And that's true-they don't understand now much Hillrise means to me. If it wasn't for Hillrise, I would be dead or some goth chick or something. I wouldn't be who I am today. Hillrise has guided me through every step of life with ease...and I'm upset that I have to go to school all day and be away from Hillrise-even though I can see it from school, it's NOT the same. The song 'A Year Without Rain' is completely how I feel about Hillrise-and I've sang the song to it several times. This weekend I'm staying at my mom's house and she lives where I grew up (which is NOT a fun place to be) and I can't tell you how much I will miss Hillrise. She's trying to move there, but I think she will because 2011 is such an amazing year so far!!! I've only had one bump in the road so far, and that's my dad being mean to me. But I've gotten over that by just being in Hillrise. You can see it's VERY hard for me to even think of being away from Hillrise. I'll really miss it this weekend. Luckily my mom is letting me see Hillrise during this time. So if you're wondering what happened to me on my blog, check my Twitter for updates on my life...
Whitney

Means The World To Me (A Personal Poem)

Hillrise. When I hear that word, I will jump up and down. I will squeal. I will blush. I'll even cry sometimes. (They're tears of joy!) That's because Hillrise just means the entire world to me.
I'll take a bullet. I'll take a knife. I'll take a wrecking ball. I'll even take my own life for Hillrise. No, I'm not some crazy messed-up freako. Hillrise just means the world to me.
I will talk to it. I will hug it. I'll even cuddle with it. Hillrise just means the world to me.
There will be haters. There will be teasers. There will be just plain mean people. I will never change my opinion that Hillrise means the world to me.
When I'm not home, I will cry. I will want to be home. I will have an empty hole in my heart the size of Jupiter. I just can't be away from Hillrise for even a minute-Hillrise just means the world to me.
If I had to, I'd walk a thousand miles just to see Hillrise. Or ten thousand. Even a million miles. It's because Hillrise just means the world to me.
You may not approve, but we all have obsessions. I'm not changing because of some douche telling me to cool it. Hillrise has, is, and will always mean the world to me. 

Yo, Wassup!

Hey world! My name is Whitney. I'm 15 years old, and a sophomore in high school. This is basically what my blog is about: It's basically like my BFF's blog (click HERE), which is kind of like my internet diary. There's a few things I will talk about constantly on here, including Hillrise. Ahh, Hillrise. There's so much to say about that li'l piece of heaven. Huh? What is Hillrise? Well, if you should know, Hillrise is the name of the housing tract I live in. It is a very special place to me, and is a LOT more than just a neighborhood. Hillrise is probably my entire life. I'd lose an arm just so I could stay in Hillrise. It's really special to me, and if you are mean to it, I'll be mean to you. Nuff said. What I'm trying to say here is that Hillrise is my entire life. Without it, I would have died due to suicide. Hillrise has kept me the goody-goody I am today, and has kept ,e motivated to get high school over with so i could just get a house of my own there. However, missing Hillrise while at school hasn't really hekped me, but as long as I have Hillrise in my life, I'm perfectly OK. Hillrise...the reason for happiness. That's what it is to me.
Also, another thing i'll talk about is my American Girl Doll collection. I have 9 right now. So far I have Just like You #22, JLY #23, Felicity, Elizabeth, Mia, Lanie, JLY #33, JLY #39, and a customized dolly. If you want to see pictures, go to American Girl Play Things (I'm sadly banned from that saite, but they have all the doll numbers) or just the American Girl site.
Another topic is my friends. Think me, only crazier. (IDK if that's even possible!)
Thanks for reading my first post! Remember to look here for a guide to the site! Here's what some things mean, since I have my own dictionary.
DINGLEFRITZ (adj.) 1. someone very ill-mannered and mean 2. a pet name for my friends
SQUIRREL-(adj.) someone of pure awesome-ity.
CINDERBLOCK-(n.) another name for basketball
FLORP (adj.) feeling groggy and tired; I feel like a florp. 
CHEESE BALL-(adj.) someone very rude; hurter of feelings.
PORP-(n.) Porta Potty
FARTY PARTY- ????
That's all, folks!
Whitney