tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58410295959658583802024-03-21T15:36:01.681-04:00now we're living in the future.Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.comBlogger346125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-51127176550960126522011-07-11T21:10:00.000-04:002011-07-11T21:10:54.191-04:00Hey, guys.Though this blog may appear to contradict, I'm not finished with blogging! I've just moved my host site from Blogger to Tumblr. (Sorry!!! Does that make me a bad person?)<br />
My personal blog is <a href="http://new-chapters.tumblr.com/">HERE</a>.<br />
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Thanks, guys! :)Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-28687205614911132622011-01-14T20:18:00.001-05:002011-01-14T20:19:29.253-05:00I'm afraid of 15 out of 69 common fears. (Something like that.)<div style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedCjy4v8SJNwt2hFaXNm45tymjyqGnoq8L96J6yms_WCqDaGr0dVAAlK3RRFVTSg80b8wVSh1323mbx66C_PWv1BUDo0kSGAwNnmFTiu7m_Q12pJ6LHkTZ5gED1WYbniPCKyQZr9CW9xe/s1600/tumblr_lbfrl8kF061qacxl7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedCjy4v8SJNwt2hFaXNm45tymjyqGnoq8L96J6yms_WCqDaGr0dVAAlK3RRFVTSg80b8wVSh1323mbx66C_PWv1BUDo0kSGAwNnmFTiu7m_Q12pJ6LHkTZ5gED1WYbniPCKyQZr9CW9xe/s320/tumblr_lbfrl8kF061qacxl7o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
I tried to write a new blog post, I really did. It didn't work. I'm sorry.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Cross out the things you’re afraid of and put you’re score at the top.<br />
<ol><li><strike>the dark </strike></li>
<li> staying single forever </li>
<li> <strike>being a parent</strike> </li>
<li> giving birth </li>
<li>being myself in front of others</li>
<li>open space </li>
<li><strike>closed space </strike></li>
<li> <strike>heights</strike> </li>
<li> <strike>dogs</strike> </li>
<li>birds </li>
<li>fish </li>
<li> <strike>spiders</strike> </li>
<li>flowers or other plants </li>
<li><strike>being touched </strike></li>
<li>fire </li>
<li><strike>deep water </strike></li>
<li> snakes </li>
<li>silk </li>
<li>the ocean </li>
<li>failure </li>
<li>success </li>
<li>thunder/lightning </li>
<li> frogs/toads </li>
<li>my boyfriends/girlfriends dad </li>
<li>boyfriends/girlfriends mom </li>
<li> rats </li>
<li><strike>jumping from high places </strike></li>
<li>snow </li>
<li>rain </li>
<li>wind </li>
<li><strike>crossing hanging bridges </strike></li>
<li>death </li>
<li>heaven </li>
<li>being robbed </li>
<li> falling </li>
<li>clowns </li>
<li>dolls </li>
<li>large crowds of people </li>
<li>men </li>
<li>women </li>
<li>having great responsibilities </li>
<li>doctors, including dentists </li>
<li>tornados </li>
<li> hurricanes </li>
<li>incurable diseases </li>
<li>sharks </li>
<li>friday the 13th </li>
<li>ghosts </li>
<li>poverty </li>
<li>halloween </li>
<li>school </li>
<li>trains </li>
<li>odd numbers </li>
<li>even numbers </li>
<li> being alone </li>
<li> <strike>becoming blind</strike> </li>
<li> becoming deaf </li>
<li><strike>growing up </strike></li>
<li><strike>creepy noises in the night </strike></li>
<li><strike>bee stings </strike></li>
<li> <strike>not accomplishing my dreams/goals</strike> </li>
<li>needles </li>
<li> blood </li>
<li>dinosaurs </li>
<li>the welcome mat </li>
<li>high speed </li>
<li>throwing up </li>
<li>falling in love </li>
<li>super secrets </li>
</ol><div class="MsoNormal"><b>If you repost this, it’s been requested that you title it “I’m afraid of _ out of 69 common fears”</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get 10-20, you are normal.</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.</div><div class="MsoNormal">People who don’t have any are liar</div></div><br />
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I'm surprised "growing old" isn't on here. I know a few people with that fear.<br />
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</a></div>I ended up having a really great time. Not that I thought I wouldn't. I just love the city soo much. The fact that it started pouring rain was a big plus, minus the fact that it was <i>freezing</i>. And when I came home the boyfriend came over, so... <i>Yeah!</i><br />
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I'm a bit of a slow reader, so that's a fantastic pace for me.<br />
And believe me, it was an absolutely fantastic book.<br />
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[I won't spoil any major plot points here, no worries!]<br />
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I'll start with a synopsis:<br />
Quentin Jacobson is just an average high schooler. He spends his time studying, playing video games with his friends, and pining over his neighbor and long-time crush, Margo Roth Spiegelman. He's just living his life, when one night, Margo Roth Spiegelman climbs into his bedroom window and takes him on a late-night adventure he will never forget.<br />
Quentin thinks that everything between he and Margo would change after that night, and he was right, but not in the way he imagined. Margo has disappeared, and in doing so, left behind clues for Quentin to find. Quentin Jacobson puts his life on hold in order to find her. However, the more clues he finds, the less he knows, about the girl <i>and</i> her location.<br />
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I've never read any books by John Green before, and I was pleasantly surprised. I had high expectations starting out, and they were all surpassed. I took this book very literally at first, but about halfway in, I realized that there is so much more to it. It isn't about about finding Margo Roth Spiegelman; not really. It's about relationships, Walt Whitman, who people really are. With her desire to go on a journey and escape the "paper people" (a metaphor for people who live their two-dimensional meaningless lives without question), I can really relate to Margo. ...At least, I think I can. I can relate to my version of her. Because that's what this all really is; we each have our own versions of people, both people in our lives and characters. And these versions are both wrong and right, and I don't think we can ever really know someone entirely. Most of the time we're just seeing reflections of ourselves.<br />
<blockquote>"When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."<br />
-<i>Paper Towns</i>, John Green</blockquote><br />
The characters in this book feel just like kids I might run into at my own high school. Liable to be normal and boring, but they always have something interesting (and sometimes very funny) to say. John Green is one of those adults who hasn't lost his grasp of the adolescent years, something I <i>always </i>admire in adults. His writing is interesting, captivating, sometimes profound, and <i>very </i>funny. Lines such as "Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old," or "Did you just use Greek mythology to talk trash?" would make me burst out laughing (and then promptly text it to my boyfriend!). However, <i>this</i> has to be one of the best lines in the entire book:<br />
<blockquote>"Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS." <br />
-<i>Paper Towns</i>, John Green</blockquote>I mean, seriously.<br />
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All in all, I'd give this book five stars. I try not to give out five stars often, but this book was so freaking <i>good</i>. Like I said, I read it in 2 days, and that's because instead of watching TV or going online, I'd hide up in my room for three to five hours each day, and read every chance I get in class (laugh). I'll recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading. (I already have a list of people I'm going to loan my copy to. XD) I know there must be some cons to the book, but in all honesty, I really don't see them (I've read about some things people say they don't like, but I disagree!). This has become one of my favourite books.... It just means so much to me. I feel like I can't do this novel justice through this review, so I have three words for you, dear reader:<br />
<i>READ THIS BOOK!</i><br />
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<blockquote style="color: #0b5394;">"There was no planning. No time for planning. No time for a future. But then the life spans started getting longer, and people started having more and more future. And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future--you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college." <br />
<span style="color: black;">— John Green (</span><i style="color: black;">Paper Towns</i><span style="color: black;">) </span></blockquote><br />
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<i>Chicago.</i><br />
Guess why we're going to Chicago?<br />
<i> <a href="http://www.christkindlmarket.com/">Chriskindl Markt</a>.</i><br />
W00!<br />
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I'm really excited for this. I love Chicago, I'm going with some good friends, it's an <i>authentic German Christmas market</i>, and I can get Christmas prezzies! (Ugh, I need to find more money.)<br />
Ich liebe Deutsch! ...Well, I really don't like the class anymore (*laugh* It's because of the pace mostly. My best friend is taking German IIA as an independant study, and she <i>loves</i> being able to work at her own pace). But I can still speak German, and I'm extremely proud of the fact! And I really really really can't wait to go to Chicago...! Sorry! I'm excited!<br />
I'll take pictures! This will be my second time going to Chicago.<br />
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I just found this really cool story: <a href="http://www.nopromiseofsafety.com/?p=444">[link]</a>. Basically a group of teenagers climbed to the top of an abandoned skyscraper in Chicago and sat on the ledge. The pictures are breathtaking. This is something I'd really like to do now (soo badly).<br />
<a href="http://www.nopromiseofsafety.com/">This entire blog</a> is really fascinating, actually. I recommend checking it out.<br />
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So excited for the city. :)<br />
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<b>1. Imogen Heap</b><br />
<b>2. Dear Reader</b><b> </b><br />
<b>3. Cinema Bizarre</b><br />
<b>4. Straylight Run</b><br />
<b>5. BarlowGirl</b><b> </b><br />
<b>6. Superchick</b><b> </b><br />
<b>7. Avril Lavigne </b><b> </b><br />
<b>8. Marie Digby</b><br />
<b>9. Within Temptation</b><br />
<b>10. Marie Digby</b><br />
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<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What is the first song you ever heard by number 6?</b></div>It was either <i>Hero</i> or <i>We Live</i>.<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What is your favorite song of number 8?</b></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrFi7ydokgI"><i>Beauty in Walking Away</i></a>, absolutely.<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What kind of impact has number 1 had on your life?</b></div>Quite a bit. I don't know, Imogen's music just makes me so... Happy. Nostalgic. Emotional. She's the only artist who has been able to really do that to me.<br />
<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">What is your favorite lyric(s) of number 5?</span></b>Oh, that's so hard. I guess... 'She Walked Away'.<br />
<a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/She-Walked-Away-lyrics-BarlowGirl/7A7D3BA23EAD918448256E9B000A22D3">Check 'em out</a>.<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What song(s) by 3 make you happy?</b></div>After the Rain, Lovesongs, Get Off, Escape to the Stars, Dysfuntional Family.... Their music is normally pretty serious, but most of it gives me really good feelings.<3 Oh! #1 might have to be <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9LNK-jzw0w">Sad Day (for Happiness)</a>.<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>How did you get into 3?</b></div>I was watching videos from Tale of Tale's short horror game <i>The Path</i> when I came across a video to the music of Cinema Bizarre's 'Lovesongs'. I can't express how that music made me feel at the time.<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What is your favorite song(s) by 4?</b></div>Existentialism on Prom Night.<br />
I just typed 'existentialism' in my Google toolbar to make sure I was spelling it right, and I am very happy/surprised to find that Existentialism on Prom Night is listed before 'existentialism definition'!<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>How many times have you seen 9 live?</b></div>None, they're a European band. :( I want to, though, I'm sure they put on wonderful concerts!<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Favorite album by 7?</b></div>Under My Skin. I like her older music the best. ^^<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What is your favorite song of 1?</b></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ri0f-Hh6-U">Clear the Area</a>, absolutely.<br />
(But also <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3R0RHNHaU4&feature=related">Speeding Cars</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQfZIi2NjAo">Canvas</a>. They're almost tied with Clear the Area.)<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>How did you become a fan of number 10?</b></div>My momma <--- Same here! :O<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Who’s the most attractive member of number 8?</b></div>She's a solo artist, so Marie Digby! She really is gorgeous.<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What song of 3’s do you listen to the least?</b></div>Tears in Vegas.<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>How long have you known 9?</b></div>Maybe half a year? Or almost a year? ....A year?<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What are your top three favourite songs by 6?</b></div>Courage, Stand in the Rain, We Live<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What’s your favourite album cover by number 2?</b></div>They only have one album out! So it <i>has </i>to be 'Replace Why With Funny.' I don't understand the title <i>or </i><a href="http://www.normanrecords.com/images/covers/217/107467.jpg">the cover art</a>. XD<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Have you seen 10 live?</b></div>No. :(<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Have you met any of 4?</b></div>Again, no. :(<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>What’s your favorite album by 1?</b></div>Ugh, they're all so good. <i>Speak for Yourself</i>, I guess, because that's the first one I bought. ^^ Nostalgia!<br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Favourite lyric(s) of 7?</b></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Gcrx2Ab0FM">Keep Holding On</a><br />
<blockquote style="color: #351c75;"><i>Keep holding on<br />
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through<br />
Just stay strong<br />
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you</i></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5174658/tumblr_lcgulwIHOa1qdmpy6o1_400_large.jpg?1290821176" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5174658/tumblr_lcgulwIHOa1qdmpy6o1_400_large.jpg?1290821176" /></a></div>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-20237510845281199292010-12-02T15:14:00.000-05:002010-12-02T15:14:20.095-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcrvggxlta1qbpli8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcrvggxlta1qbpli8o1_500.jpg" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(via <a href="http://weheartit.com/">weheartit.com</a>) </i></span></div><br />
Ahh... First major snow fall of the year!<br />
It snowed a few weeks ago, and then last week, but it never stuck.<br />
There's been a steady flow of snow constantly since this morning. I'm pretty sure it's still going.<br />
Apparently the exchange students were freaking out this morning! (In a good way! They're from Brazil.)<br />
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It's been a great week so far. I'm really enjoying lunches. Instead of spending them in the library, I get to hang out with Ian (the Boyfriend), Brandon, Mack, Dakota, Emily.... A lot of names most of you won't be familiar with. ;) But they're great people, I love spending time with them.<br />
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I can't figure out <i>why</i> I always spell 'Chicago' as 'Chigaco' when I'm not being extremely careful! It happens almost every time! I'm writing (or typing) it, then I look back, thinking, <i>Okay, there's definitely something not right here.... But what....?</i> Ugh. XD<br />
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Holy yes, it's <i>still</i> snowing!!! :D<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PS. I wrote this yesterday, completely forgot to publish it. D: </span><br />
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</div>I stole this tag from <a href="http://blonde4christ.blogspot.com/">Bleah Briann</a>. ^^; <a href="http://blonde4christ.blogspot.com/search/label/Tagged">You can read her post here</a>. <br />
So pretty much, you share 7 likes, 8 hates, and 1 love... in that order.<br />
Here's how I did it: <br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #d9d2e9;">I like</span> </b>that feeling of excitement when I get a package in the mail, right before I open it<br />
<b style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I like</span> </b>the scent of baking apples and cinnamon<br />
<b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">I like</span> </b>having deep and meaningful conversations with the people I care about<br />
<b><span style="color: #674ea7;">I like</span> </b>when the Boyfriend holds me close and doesn't let go<br />
<b><span style="color: #351c75;">I like</span> </b>diet soda<br />
<b style="color: #20124d;">I like </b>when people take the time to write me a letter<br />
<b style="color: #20124d;">I like </b>those days that just seem so unbelievably perfect<br />
<b style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: #073763;">I hate</span> </b>when I get anxiety attacks for no reason<br />
<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">I hate</span> </b>when I leave all my good pens and pencils at home<br />
<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I hate</span> </b>when adults are condescending toward me (and my peers)<br />
<b style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I hate</span> </b>fighting<br />
<b><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I hate</span> </b>when people tell me that I just HAVE to listen to a certain song or artist, but flat-out refuse to listen to anything I suggest<br />
<b style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">I hate</span> </b>when people try to put God into a box<br />
<b><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I hate</span> </b>when winter lasts for more than its allotted 3 months<br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I hate</span> </b>coming up with so many things I hate :(<br />
<b style="color: #990000;">I love </b>everyone who is reading this. :')<br />
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<b>Now link this tag up to me, and then some other bloggers people you admire: </b><br />
<a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/">findingMuse</a><br />
<a href="http://fallingapart17.blogspot.com/">.:kara.grace:.</a><br />
<a href="http://a-splash-of-colour-on-the-horizon.blogspot.com/">Ayla</a><br />
<a href="http://monsieurteamonster.blogspot.com/"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Zach</span></b></a><br />
<b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://justanotherstoryofagirl.blogspot.com/">Luxe</a></span></b><br />
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<div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;">g <span style="color: #741b47;">h <span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">o <span style="color: #c27ba0;">s</span> t</span> i</span> e</div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5237248/tumblr_lcmfpwLdr21qcrjy6o1_500_large.jpg?1291065987" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5237248/tumblr_lcmfpwLdr21qcrjy6o1_500_large.jpg?1291065987" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>both photographs were found on <a href="http://weheartit.com/">weheartit.com</a></i></span></div>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-84627732991427840882010-11-19T16:12:00.001-05:002010-11-29T15:37:32.696-05:00Little Shop of Horrors."<i>Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing to be happening...♪</i>"<br />
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I have been very busy lately!<br />
My school is putting on <i>Little Shop of Horrors</i>. It's so exciting! The Boyfriend is playing Mushnik (laughs). I love it because he has to wear a mustache and a fat suit!<br />
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</div>And I'm on the crew~! A stage ninja, as I call it! I wear all black, move swiftly and silently across the stage, making objects disappear (and appear)! It's actually an incredibly fun job. I play an important part in the show, and I get to hang out backstage during those few songs where I have nothing to do! I've taken a ton of pictures.<br />
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Ian: Logan, get Shapley! Tell him there's something cool in the closet! *hides in the closet*<br />
Logan: *comes back with Shapley*<br />
Shapley: *opens up closet door* Wha-<br />
Ian: "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN--"<br />
Shapley: "NOO!"<br />
I have the video up on Facebook. XD<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFXHcFhyphenhyphenKFX18Gd2SeH5193_MMKyE3VGv6IVNpja_J3xRbStZGN3MsqhPPVzkllDKZUMu8uMQKi02TwY2bGPuoS0HW_5MrH2i5eR6U9nyQ_QoTSkQiSylKJAzF61NzPCHf5ZDGLvDLiCl/s1600/155330_146791302034613_100001112323332_233415_7808390_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFXHcFhyphenhyphenKFX18Gd2SeH5193_MMKyE3VGv6IVNpja_J3xRbStZGN3MsqhPPVzkllDKZUMu8uMQKi02TwY2bGPuoS0HW_5MrH2i5eR6U9nyQ_QoTSkQiSylKJAzF61NzPCHf5ZDGLvDLiCl/s320/155330_146791302034613_100001112323332_233415_7808390_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>We had a preview show for the school on Wednesday, opening night was last night, there's a show tonight, and two more shows tomorrow! Then we're done! :( I don't want it to be over, though.... I am <i>definitely </i>signing up for <i>Les Miserables</i>, which happens to be the next show the drama club's putting on. :D<br />
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</i></div>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-44607043400338772672010-11-10T16:14:00.001-05:002010-11-29T15:37:32.697-05:00Running Up That Hill.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjQwjHBtUka-LqHvkcw6LU7h8nmGhoEEPREctf3OpxESkPCiYeAfPjDxWWpvV_QVtgqPT46nhRI6634JKVyAyUMXDf3lS0dvXWKy2_JDt1f0J11vvZ82PHqsKF8OWVEBnh_5MztmrqpdU/s1600/tumblr_lbhnlpIxBg1qcyfino1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjQwjHBtUka-LqHvkcw6LU7h8nmGhoEEPREctf3OpxESkPCiYeAfPjDxWWpvV_QVtgqPT46nhRI6634JKVyAyUMXDf3lS0dvXWKy2_JDt1f0J11vvZ82PHqsKF8OWVEBnh_5MztmrqpdU/s400/tumblr_lbhnlpIxBg1qcyfino1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Let's see.... Soothing music, Arnold Palmer, something decent in my stomach for the first time today, tablet at hand.... I think I'm ready.<br />
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My apologies for not posting. How many times am I going to say that?<br />
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Life has been amazing lately. Ups and downs, yadda yadda yadda. The trimester is already coming to a close.... This makes me very sad, I wish time wouldn't pass by so quickly. I'm trying to keep a grasp on it, but sometimes I get distracted and forget, then I turn back around and a week, or two, has already passed by. Maybe a month, even.<br />
One thing I am looking forward to regarding the new trimester, though: a new lunch. I'm hoping I'll get the same lunch as my good friend Rachel, I'd love to be able to actually spend some time with her. I want lunch with all of my friends, of course!<br />
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The drawing above is a preview of something I've just started working on.<br />
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</div><blockquote><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other long enough to see that a body is a thing of beauty, is a miracle of rivers and oceans and islands and continents contained within itself?"</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">-<i>All Rivers Flow to the Sea</i> by Allison McGhee</span></blockquote>I hate war.<br />
I've begun, very slowly at first, but now faster and faster and faster, to see small changes within myself.... And I guess now those small changes are building up and changing me and making me a new person.... Not a different person, a <i>new</i> person. I guess I'm changing myself. I've noticed myself becoming a pacifist, accepting aspects of me that I was unable to accept before, I'm educating myself on religions.... And not just organized religions, but beliefs in general. I've found myself eating less than usual, but I'm also exercising. I've lost some weight, reading more, building new relationships.... I've become more tolerant, more open-minded.... Which also leads to more confusing, but I think I have most of it sorted out.<br />
In other words, I'm growing up.<br />
I never thought it would be quite so wonderful, so.... Freeing.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><i>And if I only could,</i></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><i>Make a deal with God,</i></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><i>And get him to swap our places,</i></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><i>Be running up that road,</i></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><i>Be running up that hill...</i></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-42061982329070560002010-10-16T22:34:00.002-04:002010-11-29T15:37:05.296-05:00Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecsIOHQkh5ehyphenhyphenQVRaGIQFaGVXeNg6onFAWBgl7GYnvTuGs22gIs0j3MZOrfd27Yj5QEKKfaqtA4iPSLRhyphenhyphen7WUzE8zQLlEH2ah6frP1cDayEAiUw0ZQy6THVPuGLpXMUMBUq0pDwixtuFd/s1600/b177396680.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecsIOHQkh5ehyphenhyphenQVRaGIQFaGVXeNg6onFAWBgl7GYnvTuGs22gIs0j3MZOrfd27Yj5QEKKfaqtA4iPSLRhyphenhyphen7WUzE8zQLlEH2ah6frP1cDayEAiUw0ZQy6THVPuGLpXMUMBUq0pDwixtuFd/s400/b177396680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838507666613874" border="0" /></a>An update on my life. :)<br /><br />My wisdom teeth were removed last Thursday :(<br />It was actually a really weird experience. It was early in the morning, and my dad took me. They made us watch this really old and boring 10-minute informational video on wisdom teeth and their removal. =.= Then they took us into another room where I had to swish with a disinfectant and sit down and they explained more things to us.<br /><br />I remember the doctor putting on Oldies music and telling me to go to my happy place so the drugs work more quickly and I compared him to the dentist on <span style="font-style: italic;">Little Shop</span> because he seemed like a guy that would start going crazy once alone with a patient and the two women loved my nails (cool decals) and one of the woman asked if I'd had an IV before and I said yes and they asked some questions about that, and I thought of my happy place (person?) but my mind was weird and I mostly just concentrated on the beeps that kept in time with my pulse because it was so cool and I wondered why the anesthesia was taking so long... My chest felt weird and it was slowly going down my body but it was mostly my chest and it felt so heavy and I could hear my heart beeps and one of the women was holding my hand and I squeezed it very hard and I accidentally bit out one of the mouth-open-clamps things the doctor put in and I think I was grasping the woman's finger and I couldn't even hear the music anymore...<br /><br />Then I woke up, they moved me to the recovery room where my dad teased me about my chipmunk cheeks (I had gauze in there), but it was all so hazy because I had just woken up. I barely even remember seeing anything. I swear, I must have had my eyes closed. XD But I tried very hard to remember because Ian (the boyfriend) told me that he didn't even remember waking up, and I reallyreally had to stay conscious. I barely even remember the ride back. XDD I do remember getting out of the car, grabbing my bag, stumbling into the garage and up the stairs, and then I was flopping onto the couch and I must have taken my blanket out of my bag at one point because then I was asleep underneath it. My grandma brought out a pillow and made me sit up more because that's what I was supposed to do and my dad left to get my prescription, but I was barely conscious.<br />And yet, somehow, I managed to update my Facebook status from my phone.... *sigh* And I had done so much work to keep my mouth shut so I don't say anything weird while on anesthesia.<br /><br />...Wow. That was weird. I was completely reliving that day while I wrote that. O.o My mom just walked in and told me to get the dogs food, and when I stood up, it was very... Whoa. Weird. I must be tired. XD<br /><br />Anyway, my face has been <span style="font-style: italic;">so puffy</span> lately. Everyone has taken the liberty of calling me a chipmunk! Especially my parents and Ian. (laughs) It was hurting soooo muuuuch earlier, especially today, but right now it feels pretty good! Thank god for painkillers<br />I hope the swelling goes down before school. :/<br /><br />Thanks for sticking through this post, guys! (If you did.)<br /><br />Love ya xx<br /><br />g <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">h</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">o <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">s</span> t</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">i</span> e<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-55882817655906309502010-10-12T18:15:00.002-04:002010-11-29T15:36:51.022-05:00Tagged!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiRuJijOF8k3xO47cENqwoyC5STjdfBFVYfo0I54kUVcGQJ0nqZzofHUBsTc7FQScUdz7gxq1CUNc03XknBc4kjWkVRIvcH5-yPq0lkY06cXsbaMmIUG7TjmHQ9jyjqZ8BKjnFwfAC8t7/s1600/z191319744.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: black;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527278795399194994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiRuJijOF8k3xO47cENqwoyC5STjdfBFVYfo0I54kUVcGQJ0nqZzofHUBsTc7FQScUdz7gxq1CUNc03XknBc4kjWkVRIvcH5-yPq0lkY06cXsbaMmIUG7TjmHQ9jyjqZ8BKjnFwfAC8t7/s400/z191319744.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<span style="color: black;"><a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/">Andrea</a> tagged me. ^^</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">The rules are simple. Answer the eight questions, add eight of your own for others to answer, then tag the eight people who have to answer them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6633ff;">1. Does having to play these Blogger games make you wanna punch someone in the face 'cause it postpones posting about your ever-so-melodramatic life?</span><br />
</i><span style="color: black;">Erm, not really. I'm actually pretty bored right now. xD There's not a whole lot going on in my life, nothing worth posting about, at least.</span><i style="color: black;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="color: #674ea7;"><i style="color: black;"><span style="color: #6633ff;">2. What are your feelings on zombies?</span><br />
</i><span style="color: black;">Meh, let 'em be. If they come for me, I'll find someone with a zombie contingency plan. And if I'm alone, I'll grab a crowbar and have at it! XD (The Boyfriend got after me for not having a zombie contingency plan. Well, I'm sorry!)</span><br />
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<i style="color: black;"><span style="color: #6633ff;">3. If you could visit any time period ever, what would it be, and who would you take with you (this person has to be real, and someone you actually know)?</span><br />
</i><span style="color: black;">I would visit North American before it was taken over by those darned English, and I would take... Kara! Or Andrea (aka Muse), or Ian. :3 I can't choose.</span><i><br />
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<i style="color: black;"><span style="color: #6633ff;">4. If I gave you Scotch tape, a sharpie, and some studded gloves, what would you do with 'em?</span><br />
</i></i><span style="color: black;">I would create the best Scotch-tape rock-guitarist with an epic mustache! (Who wears only Scotch tape clothes, of course.)</span><i><br />
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<i><i style="color: black;"><span style="color: #6633ff;">5. Are you suspicious or sympathetic towards third wheels?</span><br />
</i></i></i><span style="color: black;">Sympathetic, or annoyed (depends on the person. The annoyance could be directed toward the couple). (Why? ....Are </span><span style="color: black;">you</span><span style="color: black;"> suspicious of third wheels?)</span><i><i><br />
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<i><i style="color: black;"><span style="color: #6633ff;">6. Pretend you have a sandbox. But it's not filled with sand. Instead, what is it filled with?</span><br />
</i></i></i></i><span style="color: black;">Water and piranhas. I push my enemy in it, and continue on with world dominance.</span><i><i><i><br />
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<i><i style="color: black;"><span style="color: #6633ff;">7. Do you prefer stupid nonsensical questions, or deep metaphorical ones which make you ponder life, God, and the universe around us itself?</span><br />
</i></i></i></i></i><span style="color: black;">...I have the feeling that no matter what I answer, I'm going to get both anyway.</span><i><i><i><i><br />
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<i><i style="color: black;"><span style="color: #6633ff;">8. Tell me what your regular disposition on life is.</span><br />
</i></i></i></i></i></i><span style="color: black;">Would you look at that!</span><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="color: black;">Anyway.... As the great Kurt Vonnegut said:</span><br />
<span style="color: #000099;">"We were put here on this earth to fart around, and don't let ANYONE </span><span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic;">EVER</span><span style="color: #000099;"> tell you </span><span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic;">ANYTHING</span><span style="color: #000099;"> different</span><span style="color: #000099;">."</span><i><i><i><i><i><i><br />
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</i></i></i></i></i></i><span style="color: black;">Now the people I will tag have to answer these questions!</span><i><i><i><i><i><i><br />
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1. Your favourite book and why.<br />
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2. What's the last play/musical you saw? (Mine was Charlie Brown. XD)<br />
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3. Your secret weapon for luring in the opposite (or same!) sex. ;D<br />
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4. Do you (or did you) do your homework?<br />
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5. Which do you prefer, city or country? And why?<br />
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6. What is your opinion on organized religion?<br />
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7. How do you feel about technology, and where it's headed?<br />
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8. What was the last film you watched?<br />
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</i></i></i></i></i></i><span style="color: black;">My tagees!</span><i><i><i><i><i><i><br />
</i></i></i></i></i></i><span style="color: black;">I'm not tagging 8 people, K?</span><i><i><i><i><i><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
<a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/"><br />
</a></span></span></i></i></i></i></i></i><span style="color: black;"><a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/">and we all fall .down.</a> (You don't have to do this one, okay? XD I know you just got through a bunch. Totally optional.)<br />
<a href="http://fallingapart17.blogspot.com/">from here everything changes</a><br />
<a href="http://monsieurteamonster.blogspot.com/">Monsieur Tea Monster</a><br />
<a href="http://unravelmylatestmistake.blogspot.com/">Just Breathe</a><br />
<a href="http://a-splash-of-colour-on-the-horizon.blogspot.com/">To Walk Barefoot</a></span><i><i><i><i><i><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
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g <span style="color: #333300;">h</span> <span style="color: #666600;">o <span style="color: #999900;">s</span> t</span> <span style="color: #333300;">i</span> e</div>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-24699419963196589862010-10-09T18:54:00.005-04:002010-10-09T19:09:37.256-04:00Sometime Around Midnight<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><object style="font-style: italic;" width="440" height="272"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYPoMjR6-Ao?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYPoMjR6-Ao?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="272"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event</span></span><br /></div><br />My good friend Zachery showed me this song a few weeks ago. This morning I was desperately trying to remember what it was, but I couldn't! I gave up and just figured I'd never be able to hear it again, since I couldn't remember anything about it (except for the video and that I really liked this song). Then a few minutes ago I turned on the radio for no reason, and this song was the second or third to come on!<br /><br />I love the way things work out. :)<br /><br />g <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">h</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">o <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">s</span> t</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">i</span> eGhostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-59325245008591903252010-10-09T14:11:00.007-04:002010-10-09T19:39:41.717-04:0020 Things to Do on a Saturday Afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_E7bwLuMKA_hRM5axn7sjL3gvDr83korLiXhGe1yioT0g26Nf97Dm-VhazpXbbXhnP9VvVDIsGpY02FdCvBtvwSXD92ZumPQSRqV_wBm9QlsUURD2jhWbkF3vPfrGktKmpO8JLb-OEkN/s1600/z181097495.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_E7bwLuMKA_hRM5axn7sjL3gvDr83korLiXhGe1yioT0g26Nf97Dm-VhazpXbbXhnP9VvVDIsGpY02FdCvBtvwSXD92ZumPQSRqV_wBm9QlsUURD2jhWbkF3vPfrGktKmpO8JLb-OEkN/s400/z181097495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526140344351109106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><ol><li>Go to the library<br /></li><li>Bake! Cookies, cakes, bread, etc!</li><li><a href="http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/bah-nah-nah.html">The Banana Project</a>.</li><li>Paint your town in chalk!</li><li>Write a letter to a stranger (for help: <a href="http://www.lettersfromstrangers.com/">[link]</a>)</li><li>Write a letter to a friend</li><li>Blast music in your room and <span style="font-style: italic;">dance!</span></li><li>Start a journal</li><li>Write a story with a friend or start a joint diary<br /></li><li>Call someone close to you/you were once close with<br /></li><li>Draw a bath, find a good book, turn down the lights, and light a candle! (Burn some incense if you have any.)</li><li>Ride your bike</li><li>Explore parts of your town you're unfamiliar with<br /></li><li>Put some stories* on your iPod and go for a long walk</li><li>Colour on your walls! (Chalk works best)</li><li>Read some poetry (Billy Collins is my personal favourite)</li><li>Slip nice messages under cars' windshield wipers</li><li>Make mix CDs (and give them to friends, or leave them in public places)<br /></li><li><a href="http://www.letterboxing.org/">Letterboxing</a><br /></li><li>Two words: Stage wounds. [<a href="http://www.halloween-website.com/fake_blood.htm">Fake blood</a>, <a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Fake-Blood">more fake blood</a>, <a href="http://chemistry.about.com/cs/howtos/ht/fakewounds.htm">stage wounds</a>]<br /></li></ol>*<a href="http://podcastle.org/">Podcastle</a><br /><a href="http://escapepod.org/">Escape Pod</a><br /><a href="http://pseudopod.org/">Pseudopod</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKxgLLKiz3h9uvYsFe1EfmFLDIgPlR0-iCpSLSkkjgxoQEaQM70gcvSPjY2fHE6EKVQHb5g79pVuZSSLAUwJvMTcLEPHqNQo1UdMbX1qeWLsfy5qEbKKgqu_809e1NeAwHYRBbMq3wpO5/s1600/z46021068.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKxgLLKiz3h9uvYsFe1EfmFLDIgPlR0-iCpSLSkkjgxoQEaQM70gcvSPjY2fHE6EKVQHb5g79pVuZSSLAUwJvMTcLEPHqNQo1UdMbX1qeWLsfy5qEbKKgqu_809e1NeAwHYRBbMq3wpO5/s400/z46021068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526140336547306626" border="0" /></a>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-50923424675116191712010-10-07T18:51:00.006-04:002010-10-09T13:01:57.415-04:00My Home.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaivS0CAVF-hj0U0Afg50a_kkCqSV1EHBkjh4AAeqKvwF4B_3jVLYmEqN8u9OJ1hPOXJ3kGLWhm-fudu28rdgG90fsvur0UXuuodSxR-bOJ8hABVezXfmTuvCvV_foaiPnL20RB8imn17e/s1600/10-smith-0409-xlg-84135219.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaivS0CAVF-hj0U0Afg50a_kkCqSV1EHBkjh4AAeqKvwF4B_3jVLYmEqN8u9OJ1hPOXJ3kGLWhm-fudu28rdgG90fsvur0UXuuodSxR-bOJ8hABVezXfmTuvCvV_foaiPnL20RB8imn17e/s400/10-smith-0409-xlg-84135219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525440919111553122" border="0" /></a><br />When I grow up, I am going to live in a big house. This house will be white or grey or blue or hot violet; the colour doesn't matter. It'll be located miles from a town, with only a few neighbours. I'll have a big open kitchen with old wood floors. My children will run through it with muddy bare feet and grass stains on their knees. They'll try to sneak some of what's cooking for dinner, but I'll shoo them out to go play in our open hilly backyard. They will run across this yard, the freshly mowed grass sticking to their feet, and into the woods in the back. They'll explore and hunt and adventure in these woods, playing in the river that runs through it, fishing during the summer. The woods will be miles upon miles long, so they can adventure for their entire childhood without ever experiencing the terrible feeling of the other side of the woods; it's never as magical as they imagined it would be.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViMd7DUrAJUxy_DQZYZsgf8f3bz6-w9nvGyBlvq_PJsw5vv73hjfrNVYaq2BtKcY3SSnca9e832v55Z8oq7dvyoHecjXuXBAmN_ln5Z7blcVIuG99fP12QTt7PSNmqjA0KcS0KFoK9paB/s1600/34-makeoverwhite-bedroom-0208-xlg-60292903.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViMd7DUrAJUxy_DQZYZsgf8f3bz6-w9nvGyBlvq_PJsw5vv73hjfrNVYaq2BtKcY3SSnca9e832v55Z8oq7dvyoHecjXuXBAmN_ln5Z7blcVIuG99fP12QTt7PSNmqjA0KcS0KFoK9paB/s400/34-makeoverwhite-bedroom-0208-xlg-60292903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525453171218982050" border="0" /></a><br />My daughter will have her own room; my sons will share one. My husband and I will have our own cozy room at the end of the large hall upstairs, away from the other rooms. My daughter's room will change, from when she is a baby, a young girl, a teenager. In this room she will write in her diary, draw pretty pictures, dream of escapes, pretend not to be talking on the phone to a certain boy on school nights. She'll go through messy phases and neat phases. Her corkboard will be covered with pictures of those she loves, her windows wide open, inviting the summer night in to comfort her when she is not well. She'll do homework and have sleepovers and sneak cans of soda under her bed. This will be her sanctuary.<br />My boys will be close, or perhaps not. They'll fight and wrestle and create forts in their bedroom. The cat will insist on sleeping with them, even though they do mean things to it. When they're young, this is the place they will throw tantrums; when they're teenagers, perhaps they'll try sneaking in the occasional girl at night when they think they won't get caught. They'll get a television for Christmas and play video games on it, at least during the time they're allotted. Perhaps they will have shelves upon shelves of books... Maybe these shelves will grow with dust. Rock music blares in the afternoons, feet stomping and fingers caressing space with their air guitars. And when they grow older, the sound of guitar strings being plucked will travel down the stairs, throughout the house.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oAEtbxdUJ5h3OD1WMQj1xc_qIprIiwYKLlZIlbdcEKN10IzVIn13MbOPUo2CuVcstbUok7WBWFX5ne7uzC9fujEBVsYKa-27GsPFnnGj0tfEk85psTg1FQlkU6nFd3FS_dE4f0UP0mpf/s1600/6-Gillespie-0409-xlg-81230350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oAEtbxdUJ5h3OD1WMQj1xc_qIprIiwYKLlZIlbdcEKN10IzVIn13MbOPUo2CuVcstbUok7WBWFX5ne7uzC9fujEBVsYKa-27GsPFnnGj0tfEk85psTg1FQlkU6nFd3FS_dE4f0UP0mpf/s400/6-Gillespie-0409-xlg-81230350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525464788795948882" border="0" /></a>I am not sure if this is the fantasy of my adulthood, or the wish for my childhood. Perhaps is my childhood. Maybe it's my childrens' childhood... Or their childrens'. Maybe it was my parents' or a friend's. Perhaps this dream will never come true.... Or maybe it will. I guess only time can be certain.<br /><br />Whatever the case, I will keep dreaming.<br /><br />g <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">h</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">o <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">s</span> t</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">i</span> e<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Images from </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.housebeautiful.com/">HouseBeautiful</a><span style="font-style: italic;">)</span></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5378518736594661062010-10-04T19:31:00.004-04:002010-10-09T13:01:57.415-04:00October.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zzaqp9OMFwZKTmw6cPlCZqNIyhGoGPAHwzuaFVpF9GnIbHZ-jbD9gPTBhijxobwUC81Mg3ncnZzL-cfGHDUpyJ3ZYL-wv0IzGzt_w86DoEGcO593GnyA5aH7iWqdOVLmkFpY9XOuybav/s1600/Red+Hand+Warmers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zzaqp9OMFwZKTmw6cPlCZqNIyhGoGPAHwzuaFVpF9GnIbHZ-jbD9gPTBhijxobwUC81Mg3ncnZzL-cfGHDUpyJ3ZYL-wv0IzGzt_w86DoEGcO593GnyA5aH7iWqdOVLmkFpY9XOuybav/s400/Red+Hand+Warmers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524338347934258610" border="0" /></a><br />I haven't been online much. Blogs, at least. My apologies... But I've been out living life. ^.^<br /><br />Things have be changing, as things do. People come and go, school has its ups and downs, my emotions have no grasp on reality. I've been trying to practice my photography, and I managed to get a few really good shots. I've become closer to the people I love. Secrets have been shared, I've shown my true self to some very close friends. The reactions may not always be pleasant, but it's necessary. We all have to grow up sometime.<br /><br />While I was in the middle of writing this, I raced upstairs, heavy on inspiration, and scribbled out a poem. It took me about ten minutes... I don't think I'll post it on here, I can be a bit conscious of my writing, unless somebody really wants to read it.<br /><br />I'm surprised that September went by so quickly... I'm almost disappointed, but I'm looking forward to what this months has to offer. It'll be good, I know. Even if some of it seems horrible at the time, it'll be worth it in the end. It always is.<br /><br />I don't know if this was a pointless post or if it somehow means something, but I'm glad I got it out there. I need to just write sometimes.<br /><br />Cheers to Miss Kara Grace, whose sixteenth birthday is today! Luv ya soo much! <3<br /><br />g <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">h</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">o <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">s</span> t</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">i</span> e<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46SMabXis1SfhgpkHq98BqoIAenINl2bNWJyH5HC4OCwnVpF_QiY92nHOR-Zri3xSj1aCZtPmOEkcbpNtb6x_vbuAUNicLwyml5DJzFRq_TwIXQXLHWhoMxLJMa3wVlzz0de1gBAYY-Jj/s1600/Opposite.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46SMabXis1SfhgpkHq98BqoIAenINl2bNWJyH5HC4OCwnVpF_QiY92nHOR-Zri3xSj1aCZtPmOEkcbpNtb6x_vbuAUNicLwyml5DJzFRq_TwIXQXLHWhoMxLJMa3wVlzz0de1gBAYY-Jj/s400/Opposite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524344827160549906" border="0" /></a>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-87059365402847028552010-09-10T15:30:00.003-04:002010-09-10T16:12:21.689-04:00Lost Continent<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEe_9yZHBeyPQgL686_Hg9sUzklLNsPmrdIwMPpjSBpk4CLP0RmlraMh15wPtnZBlyKnznAYD8oyGwLmkZ6a-kny0Xu-MYX_361d36DX7Ig5OjA-ca0qAB4sPr-__ORyfZ-2ka5q6pc9vP/s1600/ICONATOR_ff99f9c16c774e82c522f40fa44275e6.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEe_9yZHBeyPQgL686_Hg9sUzklLNsPmrdIwMPpjSBpk4CLP0RmlraMh15wPtnZBlyKnznAYD8oyGwLmkZ6a-kny0Xu-MYX_361d36DX7Ig5OjA-ca0qAB4sPr-__ORyfZ-2ka5q6pc9vP/s400/ICONATOR_ff99f9c16c774e82c522f40fa44275e6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515376234848924930" border="0" /></a>Summer's over, I s'pose. :/<br />Oh, well. My schedule is pretty good... I have Kadwell again (Yesss! XD You're going to be hearing a lot of stories from that class again, I can guarantee you!), and I have AP World History, which is a really interesting/easy class. :]<br /><br />XDD Okay, okay. So when I walked into class this morning, first hour, Kadwell's English class, he pointed to me and said to the teacher next to him, "That's... Uhh, uhh... PHILLIP!" ...I came up with a good comeback less than a minute later, that distressed me a bit. (laugh)<br />Then when he was going through everyone's names, to make sure he knew them... It went like this: "Megan... Sarah... Brock.... Dumbass... Oh, sorry, I was going by your nickname! I meant Courtney!" And everyone was <span style="font-style: italic;">staring </span>at me, as I laughed. I don't think they knew <span style="font-style: italic;">what</span> to think! (I'm the only student in that class who has had him before, so I'm the one who gets picked on ;D) A few of them had "Are you going to take that?!" expressions on their face, but most of them were just like, "wtf, dude? What just happened here?" XDDD Loooove that class.<br />I was considering switching out of Early English Classics, taught by Kadwell, third trimester, and getting Drawing and Painting into my schedule, but I really don't think I will. XD Modern English Classics was such a benefit for me, anyway.<br /><br />Welll... What else? Tonight's another football game, I am more than likely attending. :3 It would be nice if Miss Kara could come as well...<br /><br />Today started out as good, turned into meh (I had to go to the bathroom SO MUCH. I need to stop drinking so much tea!), got happier after I ingested some Diet Mt. Dew (thanks, Emily!), then got <span style="font-style: italic;">reaaaally</span> crappy after a certain incredibly rude comment somebody made to me. >:/ But I was able to see Ian afterward, and he was making jokes and talking to me and Andrea and Genaro, and he hugged me, and I felt better. That, and I've been getting into aromatherapy again. ;) Looove sandalwood! It's a very versatile scent.<br /><br />I guess that's it. ^^<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"><span style="background-color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"><span style="background-color: white;">g </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160);">h</span> <span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);">o</span> <span style="color: rgb(116, 27, 71);">s</span><span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"> t</span> <span style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160);">i</span> <span style="background-color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"><span style="color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"><span style="background-color: white;">e</span></span></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-34051192323624870372010-09-03T11:38:00.001-04:002010-10-09T12:41:50.420-04:00Silence is Beautiful.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnszH3LdJEEhIyryEqZiCaJMFX4woTlud1GmuTIty0TP3mzNs0TuiCXPtrlGT801M-diB7ZXYUuk-tECoMQVUZUkVhYTLv2EJb-mllzX3oM1-5sAnucbP60bEIUWH6mjisiDRM2EbEvAL/s1600/3273127810_89ef3f6e29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnszH3LdJEEhIyryEqZiCaJMFX4woTlud1GmuTIty0TP3mzNs0TuiCXPtrlGT801M-diB7ZXYUuk-tECoMQVUZUkVhYTLv2EJb-mllzX3oM1-5sAnucbP60bEIUWH6mjisiDRM2EbEvAL/s320/3273127810_89ef3f6e29.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melinkita/3273127810/in/photostream/">Untitled</a> by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/melinkita/">mel!nka</a></span></div><br />
I stole this from <a href="http://fallingapart17.blogspot.com/">Kara</a> because it looks like a good one.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">1. Are you happier now than you were five months ago?</span><br />
In this moment? No. But just in this time of my life? I believe so.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">2. Have you ever slept in the same bed with anyone that you shouldn't have?</span><br />
No. ._.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">3. Can you sleep in total darkness?</span><br />
That's usually how I do it.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">4. Your phone is ringing. It’s the person you fell hardest for, the one who got away, what do you say?</span><br />
"...Why are you calling me?" <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">5. What do you think about the weather this summer?</span><br />
Agreed with Kara. Not answering this one! <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">6. How many people do you trust with everything?</span><br />
Two. Maybe three.<br />
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7. What was the last thing you drank?</div>Haven't had anything to drink yet today.<br />
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8. Is there anyone you want to come see you?</div>Always!<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">9. Name one thing you love about winter?</span><br />
The fireplace. And Christmas cookies.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">10. Have you ever dated a Goth?</span><br />
Nope. <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">11. What are you looking forward to tomorrow?</span><br />
Sessions with Andrea, then I might be going to Hobby Lobby with my mother. <br />
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12. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?</div>Grah, nothing I'm going to get into. I'm just really depressed right now. :/ <br />
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13. What's the longest that you have committed to one person and one person only?</div>You mean romantically? It's been a bit over 3 months. And still going! <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">14. What’s the first thing you did when you opened your eyes today?</span><br />
Sat down on my floor cross-legged, stared at my iPod, which had gone off because of my alarm, and turned if off after a few moments. Then went back to bed. <br />
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15. Has anyone ever told you they never want to ever lose you?</div>In those words? I'm not sure...<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">16. Is there anybody that you wish you could fix your relationship with?</span><br />
Of course. <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">17. Could you go out in public, looking like you do now?</span><br />
Yeah, I would. I'm just wearing a rumpled T-shirt and gym shorts. Would need to put some shoes on, though, I would think. <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">18. Do you think things will change in the next 3 months?</span><br />
Things always change. Especially in that amount of time. I just don't know how yet.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">19. Do you believe that you never know what you got until you lose it?</span><br />
Sometimes. But I have a tendency to appreciate things that most people overlook. <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">20. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?</span><br />
Yeah, about two. The same amount of females I can talk to. ;)<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?</span><br />
Art and English.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">22. Describe your accent:</span><br />
Midwestern Michgan, with a tiny bit of Pennsylvanian from my last vacation (after that vacation I'd say "nahn" instead of "nine," and so on. Still happens every so often), and a little bit of that New York "Gawd," instead of "Gahd," (God). (At least I think it's New York. All I know is that most people around here don't say it like that. :/ I didn't even notice until a few years ago.)<br />
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23. If you could change anything about yourself, would you?</div>I don't think so... Maybe a few things.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">24. What do you wear to sleep?</span><br />
A t-shirt and underwear.<br />
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<div style="color: #351c75;">25. When was the last time you were in a very good mood? What caused it?</div>Yesterday. A bunch of things (going on a long bike ride, meeting my boyfriend in the cemetery), I was in <i>such</i> a good mood! ...But it all ended very, very abruptly.<br />
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I'd better actually write a real post, too. Otherwise this is just too boring.<br />
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Today Andrea is having a bonfire. ^^ She invited a bunch of great people, I'm pretty excited! I really hope Ian and Kara can come. Then it will be the best. :D<br />
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Lesee... Kara and I have some <i>awesome</i> plans. I can't wait! One of them, which has already been put into play, is a day of not looking at any clocks ever. You can go <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/event.php?eid=105049296221132&ref=ts">here</a> if you want to read about it some more.<br />
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I guess... I really don't have much else to say. I've been biking a lot lately. Rode 12 miles to the next town over (I had to take backroads, that's why it was so much longer than normally) Tuesday, then yesterday I rode about 8 miles around the country (that's when I met up with Ian).<br />
Yeah... That's about it.<br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">g </span></span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">h</span> <span style="color: #a64d79;">o</span> <span style="color: #741b47;">s</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"> t</span> <span style="color: #c27ba0;">i</span> <span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">e</span></span></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-38895834506810771082010-08-30T12:32:00.000-04:002010-10-09T12:42:01.720-04:005 things you may or may not know about me.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg9Vxi-M3VItksf9l9QpMUOcGdpJLYpFfDnCjTT_tEReoNuS5UeBSNXsUfdii3Xx7CKByIT068RMwxbJHc8KuZpCZy9LTwU29mBU26Vnzx3H_Lbj_oona4wPZ-esA6JqeKJG17hPDIcw-/s1600/ICONATOR_c3506df3befaf8832d2a6ac8a607055c.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg9Vxi-M3VItksf9l9QpMUOcGdpJLYpFfDnCjTT_tEReoNuS5UeBSNXsUfdii3Xx7CKByIT068RMwxbJHc8KuZpCZy9LTwU29mBU26Vnzx3H_Lbj_oona4wPZ-esA6JqeKJG17hPDIcw-/s320/ICONATOR_c3506df3befaf8832d2a6ac8a607055c.gif" /></a></div><a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/">Andrea</a> tagged me on this some time ago, but I didn't get around to it. XD Actually, a LOT of people have tagged me on this. I don't remember how many I'm supposed to do, so I'm going with 5.<br />
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<b>1.</b> I love old things. Typewriters, film cameras, Polaroids, newspaper clippings from the mid-20th Century, landline phones.... The last thing actually makes me really sad, the fact that those are slowly becoming a thing of the past. :(( I want one when I move out. Same with a typewriter, I've wanted one of those for a long time. And Polaroid cameras? I've wanted one since I was 5. (But I did buy one on eBay yesterday!!! I hope it comes in soon!!!)<br />
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<b>2.</b> I'm the sort of person that doesn't like to/can't express her emotions. So instead of confronting people, or taking it out on others, I climb inside of myself and self-destruct.<br />
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<b>3.</b> I've been having problems with my room recently. >.<" I have to rearrange <i>some</i>thing every couple of weeks, even if it's just a lamp or a poster, but a few times a year I find that I reallyreally need to move a large piece of furniture around, like my dresser or bookshelf/TV stand.<br />
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<b>4.</b> I own 2 American Girl dolls, Molly and Felicity. (Yeah, I can't think of anything else to write! XD)<br />
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<b>5.</b> I like Math. I mean, I don't like it when I don't understand it (which is most of the time), but once I do, solving those problems are <i>fun</i>! It's... Soothing! ...I'm told that most people don't feel this way.<br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">g </span></span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">h</span> <span style="color: #a64d79;">o</span> <span style="color: #741b47;">s</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"> t</span> <span style="color: #c27ba0;">i</span> <span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">e</span></span></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-72914750213702581602010-08-21T00:55:00.000-04:002010-08-21T00:55:40.714-04:00Summer.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP2TtdqMaivODJDsEuBe42BdjnrfXkBRBo6-bggaSg18tSS3ML-_iW_3ETWOU_RfnHApReDXcbz4seMsv_vz1pe7NeGRtIYInG5-mHJr-xFn3wyJ1qizW8l1zN9prxK85QumKE8cEnYyOe/s1600/ICONATOR_e89a04daff46aca31609dee2b5ade0ce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP2TtdqMaivODJDsEuBe42BdjnrfXkBRBo6-bggaSg18tSS3ML-_iW_3ETWOU_RfnHApReDXcbz4seMsv_vz1pe7NeGRtIYInG5-mHJr-xFn3wyJ1qizW8l1zN9prxK85QumKE8cEnYyOe/s320/ICONATOR_e89a04daff46aca31609dee2b5ade0ce.jpg" /></a></div>I've been able to cross a few things off of my bucket list in the past week. ^.^<br />
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</div><div style="color: #20124d;">23. Photobooth with my boyfriend.</div>I did this Monday, with Ian. ^.^ We were hanging out at the mall, and so I mentioned the photobooth. It's now living with my other photobooth strips, on the molding by my window, right next to my bed. ^^ <sub>(We watched the playback video while we were waiting for the photo strip to print, it was so <i>weird</i>! I've never watched myself kiss anyone before. O.o)</sub><br />
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<div style="color: #20124d;">42. Tie-dye something.</div>I did this on Thursday, yesterday, with Donald and Kara. I mean, I've tie-dyed a shirt before, but it was so long ago, so I threw this one onto the list, for the heck of it. ;) I tie-dyed a pair of socks and a towel. My socks went missing an hour ago, and this worries me... Donald and Kara can't find the socks they tie-dyed, either... >.>;;;<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">8. Ride on the handlebars of somebody very close to me.</span><br />
Well, I originally had my boyfriend in mind when I wrote this one down, but it still works! Today I rode on Kara's handlebars, just to see if we could do it. I see her as one of my best friends, as well as someone close to me. ;) And it was FUN! A little scary, a little uncomfortable (I was sitting at a funny angle because I was really scared of leaning forward too much XDD), but fun! I want to do it again sometime, or have someone ride on <i>my </i>bike's handlebars. :DD It's just so cool!<br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">g </span></span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">h</span> <span style="color: #a64d79;">o</span> <span style="color: #741b47;">s</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"> t</span> <span style="color: #c27ba0;">i</span> <span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">e</span></span></span><strike></strike>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-75919263445289647162010-08-04T22:34:00.001-04:002010-08-04T22:36:27.688-04:00Soco Amaretto Lime.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcd0VC7cmygslD5qNADbhy40rZHl-qCYuftZJdCvUg5zs9oYgjHgHvEJ-XYlFCR_o0KlE7nvlNe38DeNtbbrEAmVUFTsDLUwU2GOvj-fHXvmQUrVXJ2Dv0lSqgTH-ymk8lNan5ULv9EYHH/s1600/ICONATOR_e3a5dd16f96d5c9359b045c1294dcb81.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"> Lime<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcd0VC7cmygslD5qNADbhy40rZHl-qCYuftZJdCvUg5zs9oYgjHgHvEJ-XYlFCR_o0KlE7nvlNe38DeNtbbrEAmVUFTsDLUwU2GOvj-fHXvmQUrVXJ2Dv0lSqgTH-ymk8lNan5ULv9EYHH/s320/ICONATOR_e3a5dd16f96d5c9359b045c1294dcb81.gif" /></a></div>Hello.<br />
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Last week: War Week. It was a life-changing experience... As I wrote on my "<a href="http://greatwhitebear.tumblr.com/">Meraki</a>" blog:<br />
<blockquote>War Week was… Unbelievable.<br />
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I honestly can’t put the experience into words. Life-changing. Rejuvenating.<br />
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I worshiped God and interceded like never before. I did what I love doing: helping others.<br />
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This past four days has filled me up, refreshed me, and set my life back in perspective.<br />
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It’s going to take a little bit of time to process everything. Right now I’m just glad to be home. I need to recover from all the craziness, as wonderful as it was.<br />
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Next year will be even better.</blockquote><br />
Also, I do have other blogs. Meraki, as you just saw (if you clicked on the link). That one is mostly for me, a collection of things that mean a lot to me, my personal definition of the Greek word <i>Meraki</i>.<br />
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Then there's <i><a href="http://356photographs.tumblr.com/">Her Days.</a></i> It's a project of mine... To photograph one thing a day that best sums up that day... For an entire year. I am really excited. :3<br />
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Please, follow these blogs, if you want! It's appreciated. ^.^<br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">g </span></span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">h</span> <span style="color: #a64d79;">o</span> <span style="color: #741b47;">s</span><span style="color: #a64d79;"> t</span> <span style="color: #c27ba0;">i</span> <span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">e</span></span></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-37133357141321289162010-07-20T23:18:00.000-04:002010-10-09T12:45:05.078-04:00We're not cool, we are free, and we're running with blood on our knees.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEJTwE8iCe_YedJ5ExRILRDRM0cPrSqnaqUVMumyfMg1CjhpmkvbAlG1WgQvxzBUSeph0FzKv2C35BIbuKhenTLbQ7kSTA_hH4pBeR3Z7IYBIdP7dvk3P0ybs5mIW3A0fNbZa7cdzTKMw/s1600/th_amorphickino07.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEJTwE8iCe_YedJ5ExRILRDRM0cPrSqnaqUVMumyfMg1CjhpmkvbAlG1WgQvxzBUSeph0FzKv2C35BIbuKhenTLbQ7kSTA_hH4pBeR3Z7IYBIdP7dvk3P0ybs5mIW3A0fNbZa7cdzTKMw/s320/th_amorphickino07.png" /></a></div>I guess I've made a habit of posting once a week now? x.x<br />
Guess it's good to make a post while I'm waiting for that nightly phone call. Have nothing else to do.<br />
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Today I went on an adventure! I woke up this morning with the feeling in my blood! ...Then I had to go run a bunch of errands with my mom until 3:30. But I did get to go on that adventure when I arrived back home.<br />
Contacted Plushie, my good adventure buddy, and after I picked up my favourite canned iced tea, headed over to his home. Where he showed me a video game he was playing. XD Which was great, now I really want to play that game! It's called Rune Factory. Giiiimeee! *laugh*<br />
Then we headed off on the railroad tracks. This is something I've been wanting to do for months, find an old construction site my friend (erm, Ian, actually) told me about. And guess what? We found it. >:] We had to walk over a mile, I'd say. It was really long, and reaaally hot. We actually found a stream on our way down the tracks, it was heavenly! The rocky bottom hurt our bare feet, but the water was <i>so </i>cool. It was amazing.<br />
And, yes, we almost did get caught while we were hunting around in the construction site. It was private property. We got there, and it went kind of like this:<br />
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Me: "...Does that path look like it was freshly cut?"<br />
P: "Uh, yes, it does. And it looks like that truck was recently parked there."<br />
Me: "Oh, okay." *keeps walking in*<br />
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We were already headed back to the railroad tracks when a truck pulled around to where we were. There were a lot of trees, and it wasn't headed quite in our direction, so I'm pretty sure it didn't see us. It was <i>so freaking scary</i>. We practically dived into the weeds, and <i>ran</i>, then crouched down in the weeds when we thought the truck was going to drive by us. I hated that part, I just wanted to runrunrun off that property, in case they parked the truck <i>right by us</i> or something, but when we didn't see anything after waiting for a moment, I jumped back up and did the running I desperately needed to do. We did eventually make it out safely, without getting caught. But man, I can't express how scared I was in the moment. Even though I knew we wouldn't get caught.<br />
Adrenaline rush, anyone?<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: #993300;">g</span> <span style="color: #cc6600;">h</span> <span style="color: #ff6600;">o <span style="color: #ff9900;">s</span></span> <span style="color: #ff6600;">t</span> <span style="color: #cc6600;">i</span> <span style="color: #993300;">e</span></span></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-35128094677809863312010-07-13T18:38:00.003-04:002010-07-13T18:41:17.799-04:00Why, Hello There.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRNEx_bKFRrfHls5sNh_rXC3F30W3trMqAqikoC12W53ssK3mPpCgMY9_pgqyioGthvE7QzgF-FxKuoQlLQMO3ZAZKEkL8oWQJruy-GbVRwCm6w_2zQmpB7FVAoTMuUV8Vw2yTFzeYrJI/s1600/ICONATOR_2c24365917a0733e1c97e12ec014b887.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRNEx_bKFRrfHls5sNh_rXC3F30W3trMqAqikoC12W53ssK3mPpCgMY9_pgqyioGthvE7QzgF-FxKuoQlLQMO3ZAZKEkL8oWQJruy-GbVRwCm6w_2zQmpB7FVAoTMuUV8Vw2yTFzeYrJI/s320/ICONATOR_2c24365917a0733e1c97e12ec014b887.gif" /></a></div>It's been some time, I guess. I realized this when I was threatened with my life to post. XD Sorry, very sorry.<br />
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Lesee, what's been going on...?<br />
During the week, usually nothing. But on Friday I went to the mall with Angel, where we went into the photobooth, bought her new phone (she did), ate a pretzel (I did), and went to Barnes and Noble to be GEEKS.<br />
Yes, folks, my best friend has recently revealed her geeky nature (which honestly surprised me). She talked about how much she wants a cape (agreed! agreed!), and we looked at paper role playing games at Barnes and Noble! :3 Originally we were thinking Dungeons and Dragons (we're complete noobs, the only RPGs I've played are the video kind), but after talking to Ian (who has been doing this for two years xD), we switched to a game with a much simpler system, Exalted. I borrowed his book, and now I have the great responsibility of <i>reading through the entire freaking thing</i>. Yeah, I'm the storyteller. Really pumped about this, but I hate the homework. XD<br />
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Anyway, after I went to the mall with Angel, I headed over to Ian's house (time lapse), and we watched <i>Young Frankenstein</i>. Very good movie! And before anyone asks (I'm defensive because my cousin doesn't believe me on this one), we <i>did watch the movie!</i> *laughs*<br />
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Like the picture at the bottom of this post? I found it online, but I started getting into this style of art, light graffiti. I took shots of car light trails and a little light graffiti last night (if you're friends with me on Facebook, they have their own photo album). Once I get some better shots (I got some good ones, but not the best. Don't have enough traffic by my house x.x), I'll post them here. My mom said she would take me to somewhere with more traffic this weekend! I am <i>so</i> excited about that!!!<br />
My mom is picking up glow-sticks for me right now. :3 I'mma have fun tonight.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://popupcity.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Light-Graffiti-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://popupcity.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Light-Graffiti-1.jpg" /></a></div>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-32672313769454554422010-07-04T19:22:00.003-04:002010-10-09T12:45:45.251-04:00Origami love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguugQkb1PpLviYird0LEi0dHZTdrhUGKljYBoQ1YF9rUUuZjnERorlWhZa3sqPi3K4OLmIh_R-7yOLKVt_IXmDHSXZ-KG5FgeuHJ3qZiu3eukIc9gFVfHT9LqvfR_uHvBvQU45ZTPyHli_/s1600/ICONATOR_38b5a4db7899f7475965526de0913b9d.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguugQkb1PpLviYird0LEi0dHZTdrhUGKljYBoQ1YF9rUUuZjnERorlWhZa3sqPi3K4OLmIh_R-7yOLKVt_IXmDHSXZ-KG5FgeuHJ3qZiu3eukIc9gFVfHT9LqvfR_uHvBvQU45ZTPyHli_/s400/ICONATOR_38b5a4db7899f7475965526de0913b9d.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490195678465689490" border="0" /></a>I have discovered a new love.<br />And its name is origami.<br /><br />I hope that it won't replace drawing in any way (been going through a <span style="font-style: italic;">major</span> art block, and frankly, it's terrifying). But I <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> been folding paper almost constantly since last night.<br /><br />Behold:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">[[click to enlarge]]<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33B_wW8ddswdh7fA1_zDT6wAB3qmZBrBq9aKtFpPGTUruEbogCFq8ynLgnkBhj_cTtDUvVIQNyxQ8iKM0gMT_la2WJO_UpfS3FZZLb78JSeJWBFkh3Pg7lj0afbu0D9pqqBv5w9x4QTJJ/s1600/DSCF7967.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33B_wW8ddswdh7fA1_zDT6wAB3qmZBrBq9aKtFpPGTUruEbogCFq8ynLgnkBhj_cTtDUvVIQNyxQ8iKM0gMT_la2WJO_UpfS3FZZLb78JSeJWBFkh3Pg7lj0afbu0D9pqqBv5w9x4QTJJ/s400/DSCF7967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490196414132828482" border="0" /></a>A string of cranes<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">[[click to enlarge]]<br /></span></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQH4eqRmiP9_GINUtwZWi8ZhXmXDXhBp6XEaZbEXpi9b_1iQa4Fs9vQjjZ5IqreHebdKiZZDUAHM03-6LzvcRRsikXgq2poY5A_iL0LTMu79qY8w4Nf2ZGnUVL98deKqZ1GH-XeC-Ud1R/s1600/DSCF7966.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQH4eqRmiP9_GINUtwZWi8ZhXmXDXhBp6XEaZbEXpi9b_1iQa4Fs9vQjjZ5IqreHebdKiZZDUAHM03-6LzvcRRsikXgq2poY5A_iL0LTMu79qY8w4Nf2ZGnUVL98deKqZ1GH-XeC-Ud1R/s400/DSCF7966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490196407569490226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">[[click to enlarge]]<br /></span></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcpvgvJkbj5RsvVw9Yq3ONsGaPK7SpgyprNEOqen_VZLYxLWjpHaukpbYJuuCbp8BksB9aqPdxjyMA2j-NGVhaOYRDLy2Av3sn6z6L0oEzCMANwHLQIshydjB9JWZDvNa88ofefUmCRbW/s1600/DSCF7965.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcpvgvJkbj5RsvVw9Yq3ONsGaPK7SpgyprNEOqen_VZLYxLWjpHaukpbYJuuCbp8BksB9aqPdxjyMA2j-NGVhaOYRDLy2Av3sn6z6L0oEzCMANwHLQIshydjB9JWZDvNa88ofefUmCRbW/s400/DSCF7965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490196404144930210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >[[click to enlarge]]</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPGs6h_2hi7w4P35wiqKPoCaeRnwRT6pnEP5WSG4lCvjMuxrk3Zc2ak201qRgnUGGmSE53Lhyf68c5_DkIpAKbyiZ4hfeQqRBAQ_YN5H52EU2IF8_QjqqFwS0IwpIvxJR_9Ky5cwOFzWG/s1600/DSCF7964.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPGs6h_2hi7w4P35wiqKPoCaeRnwRT6pnEP5WSG4lCvjMuxrk3Zc2ak201qRgnUGGmSE53Lhyf68c5_DkIpAKbyiZ4hfeQqRBAQ_YN5H52EU2IF8_QjqqFwS0IwpIvxJR_9Ky5cwOFzWG/s400/DSCF7964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490197752034338962" border="0" /></a>I made a bunch of patriotic cranes in about an hour, in honour of Independence Day.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Fourth of July, my fellow Americans!<br />(And good day to the rest of you. ;) )<br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">g</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">h</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">o <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">s</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">t</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">i</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">e</span></span></span><br /></div></div>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-31611019577710417362010-07-04T14:14:00.002-04:002010-10-09T12:46:04.249-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjKjaAyCFgSBZ3TzOBqaq3XT-tE27D804hDXjxWyfupUalaAVPAMvejwt_gdnk4t2tzjzBP-JusbQAWWCBGq4RuqhfmO-T0q8YGs-dZQdJaHB4plHgOF5-pWEn_sPpn8XufTqF56N1D1-/s1600/ICONATOR_4bdc9dcc7d4da35b91116881d3557eb7.gif"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjKjaAyCFgSBZ3TzOBqaq3XT-tE27D804hDXjxWyfupUalaAVPAMvejwt_gdnk4t2tzjzBP-JusbQAWWCBGq4RuqhfmO-T0q8YGs-dZQdJaHB4plHgOF5-pWEn_sPpn8XufTqF56N1D1-/s400/ICONATOR_4bdc9dcc7d4da35b91116881d3557eb7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490118926918514066" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">1. What curse word do you use the most?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">"Freaking." Let's just go with that.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">2. Do you own an iPod?</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><br />Yup! Gerard, had him for 5 years, don't plan on giving him up any time soon!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />3. What person do you talk to on the phone the most?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Ian. ^.^</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />4. Do you still remember the first person you kissed?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Yup.</span><br /><br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">5. Do you remember where you were on 11/9/01?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Yes, I remember it perfectly.</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />6. What was the last movie you watched?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">The new<span style="font-style: italic;"> Karate Kid</span>.</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />7. Has anyone ever called you lazy?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Sometimes. :/</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />8. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I have in the past, but I don't agree with it.</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />9. Has anyone told you a secret this week?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Yup! A few people, actually.</span><br /><br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">10. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Hair, face, clothes, in that order.</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />11. What are you looking forward to?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">To see Ian again. ;) We're planning an archery date.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">(I miss him.)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />12. Do you own any band t-shirts?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Yes, two Skillet t-shirts and a Cinema Bizarre shirt. Used to have a few MercyMe t's, too. ^^</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />13. What will you be doing in one hour?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Whatever the wind beckons me to do.</span><br /><br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">14. Is anyone in love with you?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Love? Nope. :)</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />15. Last time you cried?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I wonder...</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />16. Are you on a desktop computer or a laptop?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Desktop. *starts daydreaming about the MacBook Pro she wants*</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />17. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Just 6 earrings in the one ear. My right ear is sadly bare. :(</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">18. Would you ever date anyone covered in tattoos?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Why not?</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">19. What were you doing before this?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Avatar: The Last Airbender </span>and working on my paper cranes. ^^</span><br /><br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">20. When is the last time you slept on the floor?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">A few months ago. I'd do it again, but I don't have such a good spot anymore, since I rearranged my room. :/</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">21. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I've gone on 3 hours of sleep. I did fall asleep in Biology class, but after lunch I was perfectly fine. :D</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />22. Do you eat breakfast daily?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I try to, since it's healthy, but there isn't always anything good to eat.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">g</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">h</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">o</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">s</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">t</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">i</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">e</span></span></span>Ghostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250noreply@blogger.com0