America: The nation of Apathy

So today the war in Iraq has officially ended and no one cares. I don't know, maybe I'm psyco for thinking that this conflict that has been going on for like a decade ending is like sort of a big deal, but it is. Hello people!!!! Have a reaction! Get mad, get glad, rejoice over Bush, praise him, do something!
Don't just have a tiny blurb on AOL about it. It wasn't even on the front page of the newspaper. This is just pathetic. Our nation has become so media crazed that even at school no teacher or student mentioned it. yah, I get it, the conflict is a thousand plus miles away. But those are our sons, fathers, cousins, mothers, brothers, sisters. We're all connected somehow to a serviceman/women or a loved one of them. They're coming home, we're leaving Iraq to maybe letting it reverse it's progress! Isn't this news to care about? I mean who do you know that is a loved one of Kim Kardashian? Could her divorce probably ravish a nation and reverse all the modernizing and continue in death and violence? Erm, that would be a big fat NO! So why are you reading about that when you could be learning about a war ending. A war during your life time and one day your child will come home from history class and ask you about it and you'll say " There was a war? Really? Well I dunno, son." Our nation is no longer at war. For ten years we couldn't say that! And now no one is saying anything. I find that disturbing in so many ways. Apathy will destroy us and we follow in it's ways so closly that we won't notice until it's too late. And I know that makes me more upset than Kardashian getting divorced.

September 11, 2011; A decade to remember
9/11
What does that date mean to me?
It means that this world doesn’t revolve around me
That my problems don’t really matter in the grand scale
Because my life is a very small scale
And the issues are even smaller
So don’t focus on what’s not important
Because one day out of the blue
Some angry people can fly a plane
Head towards your work building and plow right in
Because one day out of the blue
You could die
So what does that day mean to me?
It means that life is sacred
So treat it reverently
Live it to it’s potential
Like so many did
On their last day
When they knew what life meant to them
On 9/11
- Written By Mary C.

Let us never forget those who died at the Pentagon, Trade centers, Flight 93,flight 175, flight 77, in NYC, and across the sea for our country. Let us never forget the fire fighters who put out the flames of despair and gave a last measure of devotion to us. Let us never forget every soul that was ruthlessly taken. Let us never feel apathy on this day or when we hear of it. Let us tell our children and their children, for the fatherless and motherless ones. Let never forget the tears that were shed when the young learned their father would not come home from work. Let it be engraved into our hearts forever, for if we forget to honor them, then they truly won. Let us not give them victory. Victory belongs to the dead.

"Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth." -Abraham Lincoln, Gettysburg Adress

School Has Begun!!!!

School has started!!!! Yipee and whatnot!! Oh and I got a fish for my birthday from my awesome compadrae. It's a red Beta fish that eats other fish! I mean how exciting is that? Well... not really for the other fish... And I named it Victor Frankenstien in honor of my Ap LIT friends hurrying to read Frankenstein before school starts. Anyways, my schedule is packed with 3 Ap classes, office aide, TA, Pre calc, and Preschool teacher, so I might not be doing this blog so frequently. Oh and yes, yours truly is a preschool teacher. It's a pretty fun class and all I have basically have to do is play dinosaurs with toddlers!
And among other non related things, I'm started on my new peotry book, the one that raps up my 5 book Belief and Resurgence series, and it's entitled (Finger snaps)... BELIEF AND RESURGENCE: THE WORLD IS BEFORE US. Don't you just feel epic when you say that? Anyways I have like 15 poems already and they are pretty heart wrenching, if I may say so myself. With this book I want to squeeze in alot more emotions than my other 4. And what are they called you might wonder? Well let me relieve your curious mind, for they are entitled: Look to the leaves (2009), The Overview (2010) , Broken Butterfly (2010), and Hide and Seek (2011). Each book has about 35-60 poems in it. And below here is a pic I'm considering for the cover. I'll have pictures of my other books later :D

Have a great rest of the week, Mary

More House of Blinds excerpts :)

With much relief we stumbled into the cave of the beginning and I’m pretty sure I heard our jaws drop to the floor. This cave- not even cave- cathedral might be a better word, was incredible. Along the wall weren’t stick drawings like the ones in India but realistic masterpieces, carved into the wall and painted over with- I don’t know what- glittery blue? And the crevices sparkled and crackled with magic. And they moved. Did I mention they move? There was a Lady with long hair writing unfamiliar words on a paper that folded in itself, disappeared and reappeared fresh. Alters and tables dotted the sprawling space, some made of gold, platinum, reed, and diamonds. DIMANDS! This was turning out to be a very beautiful day. Hayley ran ahead, tracing the moving figures, and Ryan and I followed.
I traced my finger tips along the wall, etching every crevice and every foreign image into my memory. I touched the shimmering blue, and stepped back in surprise when I realized some of it was on my fingers. I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger, disbelieving that it was really there. It was cool, not wet, but- I don’t know- rubbery?
“ Riley look up.” Ryan said sounding somewhat awe-struck. The ceiling of the cave was decorated with hundreds of crystals glowing a blushes light. The light of the beginning. My breath caught as I spun on my heels surveying the football field sized room. Every breath you took was so much cleaner than in the world outside, it renewed you. It was as if the essence of magic was being inhaled into your core. We looked around for at least fifteen minutes taking in the grandeur, and for a moment I could forget the need for urgency In finding the stone; That I was some mutant star child and just everything. It was just nice to relax, I could feel my shoulders slump down and the tenseness of days float away.
“ This. Is. amazing!” I gasped. “ Hayley-“ I stopped short. And looked over my shoulder. Where did she go? There was no sign of her in the immense open space. I swiveled my head franticly, my blood pressure spiraling.
“ Ryan where did Hayley go?!” I exclaimed. He looked at me confused and slowly panic began to rule his features.
“ Oh no, not again! Hayley!”
“ Hayley, where are you!?”
“ She couldn’t have gone far, I mean where could she have gone?” I cried. We began to search under the altars, checkered across the floor. But there was no sign of her.
“ Man this doesn’t make any sense, how could she disappear?!” Ryan was right, the only place for cover would be under the altars, other than that you’d have to go out the Troelly gate but that was blocked. I looked at him desperately and he shrugged pacing the floor.
I ran my fingers through my hair feeling tears of panic threaten to fill my eyes.
“ No, no, no! Hayley, where are you!!?” I screamed.
“ Right here.” Her voice was quiet but I could defiantly hear it. I whipped around scanning the room for any sign of a six year old blonde.
“ Where, I can’t see you...” I faltered. I glanced at Ryan who stared at me like I told him I was really Demi Lovato in disguise and that I had to jet because I had a birthday party to run to in the Swiss alps.
“ What are you doing?” He cried. Now it was my turn to look at him strangely.
“ Um, were you not just right here? Have we not been looking for Hayley? She called out, you were standing here…” I trailed off for he was still giving me that look.
“ No one has said anything.” I stared at him and he stared at me back. Awkwardly.
And then I knew. I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in the magic, letting it sink into my core and focused on her freckles and brown eyes. Hayley, where are you?
I’m in the wall. Her voice sounded sad and resigned, too much emotion for one so young.
“ You’re in the wall?” I said out loud. Ryan looked at me like I was crazy, and I probably am. I’m still not 100% convinced about this magic/ carpet/ blinds/ lamp thing.
“ Wait- are you talking to her?” He asked. Wow, he’s catching on real quick.
“ Uh yah and you’re interrupting.” Hail, um why- no. How are you in the wall? And where exactly?
I put my hand where the dryad was and I stepped through, she thought.
“ They dryad.” I told Ryan, “ We need to find the Dryad.” He nodded and we quickly scanned the room.
“ There.” He pointed triumphantly. She was wearing a flowy dress with flowers braided in her long tresses and she held her palm out, as if waiting for someone to give her a five. But the weirdest thing was that she didn’t move. That’s never a good sign, I thought, let us go towards the only suspicious thing in the room.
We raced over there and I tried to walk into the woman, I mean the girl said she was in the wall. Ha, ya, it didn’t work. I kind of felt like Harry Potter after the barrior didn’t work: stunned and kind of foolish.
“ Hayley can you hear me?” I asked pressing my face against the cold wall.
Well of course I can hear you.


Jamir chuckled as with a dramtic flourish of the hand the only entrance (and exit!) began to crumble into a pile of ruble.
The Water around us began to rise, tugging at my ankles and I looked at Idris franticly.
“ Can’t you do something?” I shrieked over the roar of the water. But he looked just as uncomfortable as I did, or as uncomfortable as one can look with shades on.
“ I can make the water boil if that’ll make you feel any better.” He retorted.
“ Really? I’m going to drown? With him? After everything?” I yelled at the ceiling.
“ Calm down.” He ordered. He took of his glasses and zeroed in on the door with his fiery eyes but nothing happened. He shrugged.
“ Oh well, I warned you djinn. Looks like we just wait here until the water rises and you drown.” He said casually. Gee, these people make really great friends.
“ You know what? Your lame powers are lame. But mine are probably less lame so maybe I can do something. ” I declared, glowering at him. And Ryan says I’m not determined, well ha! Idris scratched his head.
“ That won’t work Riley, your magic will just rebound.” I glared at him more severely.
“ Well then you better start ducking.”


“ Still waiting to see who brought the good weather with them.” Steve said with a false smile. I sank deeper into my seat to avoid his searching gaze.
“ I told you not to do that. Do you know what will happen if he catches us?”
I sighed annoyed. “ I have an imagination. And besides he can’t really hurt us, for a bad guy to be a real bad guy he’d have to have a cool name. Like Jameer or Chandra. Steve is a stupid name.”
Max rolled his eyes. “ I should have never rubbed the lamp.”


Here are some excerpts from the story ( I feel like I'm six when I say that, but i think novel is too generous a term) I'm writing called the house of blinds. It's about a girl named Riley and her brother Ryan and the awakening of there awesome Djinn powers and the quest to stop the newly awakened demon Jameer and the house of blinds from stealing the stone of life.

Another Spiel on Modesty

So, I'm on my last value for personal progress and for my project I am focusing on personal modesty. Personal modesty is so important because it dictates how we want the world to see us and how we see ourselves. I remember a little while ago I went to New York and bought the CUTEST!!! skirt. It was fashionable, no one else had it, and everyone loved it. But it was past my knee and I knew it. I tried to ignore it at first, tugging down at it, finding interesting ways to sit to make it cover my knee. But nothing worked. I tried to rationalize thinking, " Well everyone else is wearing skirts way shorter than mine, so what's the big deal?" But I knew better it and I knew God knew that I knew better. I knew I was going to be judged on a higher bar, which means that more is expected of me, which I guess is okay with me :) So with great sadness I retired my cute skirt and another one I also purchased from New York (P.S. just because you get some thing from NYC does NOT make it cute. Especially if it's banana yellow, with angel sleeves :/) But it's okay because once I stopped wearing it I felt alot better about myself, knowing I did the right thing. I forgot about the skirts entirely and discovered others way cuter. It felt so nice not to have to tug and feel guilty, and those feelings I realized just aren't worth it. And I know that at times it may feel like there is nothing in the store your size that is modest (trust me I know, I'm four foot eleven) but if you do what is right, God will bless you. He always has and always will. Be accountable for yourself and dress in way's that the Lord would approve. Which means....
1. I do not want to see past the knee. I just don't, it's uncomfortable. My brother once went to a church event and was paired with a girl who was attired in a very short dress. He didn't look at her the whole time and really wished he wasn't partnered with her because he felt so uncomfortable. Don't do that to people, it's really unfair.
2. No tang tops, Tube tops, Sleeveless, Low cutness, going on. Seriosly people, it's Utah, it's not that hot. It's not ever going to be that hot. Well except if you want to go down there where it is that hot, than you are properly attired.
3. Don't wear those short shorts. Girls who wear those look like trash. Anyone wearing shorts that short are girls that I would never think plan to go to college and get married.
4. Wear Sunday appropriate clothing: No flip flops, rumpled outfits, tennis shoes, short dresses, distracting clothing. Just wear your Sunday Best.
5. Look sharp, good haircuts, one ear piercing, clean, unwrinkled clothing...

Being apart of the LDS faith means that people are watching us because we are different. We're different because we follow God's commandments to a T and we're not ashamed. We need to set examples in the way we dress that show the world that we are not ashamed to be LDS and that we will do what's right no matter how hard.

Girls these day's don't seem to get that and they think that modesty is optional, so much so that at my majority LDS high school the Principal was thinking of lowering the dress code because girls seemed to break it anyway. One of the boys in the ward and his mom went to the council meeting to discuss this and they opposed the lowering most empatheticaly. They spoke of how when the boy took my friend to homecoming she looked stunning, and she was modest. She was the only one who didn't have to worry about adjusting straps and tugging and pulling. She just enjoyed the night which added to it.

Brigham Young once talked about how if a female angel in Heaven appeared to you right now, she would not be in the it fashion with buckets of makeup chalked on her face, but would look clean and presentable. I personally would rather look like one of Gods angels on earth so I'll have an easy transition when I get in heaven. If your super immodest and don't care, than you might have an easy transition, just not to heaven.

Anyways, Modesty is an unchangeable law that must be followed. Break it and there will be consequences follow it and you will be blessed. And as they say, when your modest you feel and look the hottest :)

Modesty!!!! It's important, so do it!!!

*In fact, modesty is fundamental to being worthy of the Spirit. To be modest is to be humble, and being humble invites the Spirit to be with us. – Elder Robert D. Hales

*Modesty is at the center of being pure and chaste, both in thought and deed. Thus, because it guides and influences our thoughts, behavior, and decisions, modesty is at the core of our character. Our clothing is more than just covering for our bodies; it reflects who we are and what we want to be, both here in mortality and in the eternities that will follow.- Elder Robert D. Hales

*Our clothing is equally important. It is the “landscaping” for presenting our bodies as temples. Just as the temple grounds portray the sacredness and reverence for what takes place inside the temple, our clothing portrays the beauty and purity of our inner selves. – Elder Robert D. Hales


*Imagine that you are watching a play. An actor comes on stage dressed as a clown but starts playing the serious part of the lead. You might react by thinking that this is inappropriate—there must be some mistake in the costuming or casting. – Elder Robert D. Hales

*Just as we are to “put on” the armor of God, we are to “put on” our clothes as protection for us and others. Clothing ourselves with modest dress and modest actions—mercy, kindness, humility, patience, and charity—will invite the companionship of the Spirit and will positively affect those around us- Robert D. Hales

*For Latter-day Saints, the way we dress demonstrates our understanding of and commitment to the gospel of Jesus Christ. – Silvia H. Allred

*When we better understand the doctrine behind the principles of modesty, we realize that modesty is the virtue that guides and moderates action. – Silvia H. Allred

*As grateful recipients, we acknowledge this gift by treating our bodies as He has asked us to. – Silvia H. Allred

*As modesty becomes the virtue that regulates and moderates action in our lives, we too will find an increased sense of self-worth. – Silvia H. Allred

*A mannequin wears whatever the world is selling. Your standards are higher than that. – Silvia H. Allred

*If it’s too tight, too short, or too revealing, it doesn’t fit Church standards. Don’t stretch your standards to fit the worlds. – Silvia H. Allred

*There is no substitute under the heavens for personal virtue.- President Gordon B. Hinckley

*I am not asking you to be prudish. I am asking you to be virtuous, and I think there is a vast difference between the two.- President Gordon B. Hinckley

*Suppose that a female angel were to come into your house and you had the privilege of seeing her, how would she be dressed? … She would be neat and nice, her countenance full of glory, brilliant, bright, and perfectly beautiful, and in every act her gracefulness would charm the heart of every beholder. There is nothing needless about her. None of my sisters believe that these useless, foolish fashions are followed in heaven. Well, then, pattern [your lives] after good and heavenly things, ... – Brigham Young

*Young women, modesty in dress and manner will assist in protecting against temptation. It may be difficult to find modest clothing, but it can be found with enough effort. I do not hesitate to say that you can be attractive without being immodest. You can be refreshing and buoyant and beautiful in your dress and in your behavior. Your appeal to others will come of your personality, which is the sum of your individual characteristics. – President Gordon B. Hinckley

*As immodest dress dishonors the body—God’s most sacred creation—immodest, casual, or sloppy dress and grooming at sacred times and places mocks the sacredness of the Lord’s house and what is taking place. – Elder D. Todd Christofferson

*I believe that it is what’s inside a person that truly counts, but that’s what worries me. Casual dress at holy places and events is a message about what is inside a person. – D. Todd Christofferson

*You are a Saint of the great latter-day dispensation—look the part. – Elder D. Todd Christofferson

*We pray for a generation of girls who will display their wit, their intelligence, their modest charm, their integrity, their loveliness rather than their bodies. – Spencer W. Kimball

*On the other hand, those who do not appreciate holy things will lose them. – Elder D. Todd Christofferson

Modesty is the standard for LDS youth, no matter where they are. – Julia Woodbury

I do plead with the mothers of Zion to undertake modesty in dress. We may like to follow the fashion, but let us follow it in modesty. The most precious thing that a girl has is her modesty and if she preserves this in dress, in speech, in action, it will arm, and protect her as nothing else will. But let her lose her modesty, and she becomes a victim of those who pursue her, as the hare is of the hound; and she will not be able to stand unless she preserves her modesty. – Elder Melvin J. Ballard

The girl who chooses to be modest chooses to be respected. – Howard W.
Hunter

Young women, please understand that if you dress immodestly, you are magnifying this problem by becoming pornography to some of the men who see you. – Dallin H. Oaks

No amount of rationalizing can change God's laws. No amount of fashion designing can turn immodesty into virtue, and no amount of popularity can change sin into righteousness. – Mark E. Peterson

Modesty in dress is one of the identifying characteristics of true saints. – Bruce R. McConkie

Is there any reason why Latter-day Saints, nearly three million strong, have to go around like sheep, following the disgusting fashions of the world? Why should Latter-day Saint women and girls expose themselves by immodest dress, either in short skirts or tight blouses or however else you want to mention it. – Mark E. Peterson

if you tempt others by exposing yourself, God will hold you to account for it... – Mark E. Peterson

You can recognize women who are grateful to be a daughter of God by their outward appearance- Margaret D. Nadauld

All Israel are looking to my family and watching the example set by [them] – Brigham Young

What the Non- LDS have said:

Modesty in a woman is the sign that Jesus Christ dwells in her heart. It is a sweet perfume of edification, which she is called upon to diffuse. - Fatima Crusader

No education can be of true advantage to young women but that which trains them up in humble industry, in great plainness of living, in exact modesty of dress. – William Law

Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty; without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable. – Richard Steele

Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.- Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Some are blessed with musical ability, others with good looks. Myself, I was blessed with modesty. – Roger Moore

We must watch over our modesty in the presence of those who cannot understand its grounds. – Jean Rostand

Modesty is not only an ornament, but a guard to virtue- Joseph Addison

Modesty is the color of virtue – Diogenes of Sinope

Here lies the end of Shark Week

We've waited for it for months, twiddling our thumbs and smiling at the thought; Our hearts quickened and our blood seemed to rush thirty thousand times faster. There is only one thing that can cause a person to, for an entire week, shut themselves in a house shoving Cheetos in their faces, with all the blinds drawn: It is the phenomenon of SHARK WEEK!!!!
Yes, I am one of those people who shuns the popular brain-liquifying TV shows for the intense perils of the discovery channel!!! And let me tell you, I am right on. This week sharks were so on my mind. My days have been filled with stories of shark attack survivors, crazy men who follow sharks around with camera's, and how the safety nets in Australian waters are killing innocent sharks. I know it sounds kind of geeky, but you just gotta watch it to know.
So as the week comes to a close I decided to rap it up with the viewing of Soul Surfer, a book recently turned movie, about a girl named Bethany Hamilton whose arm was bitten off. It's an amazing story and I highly recommend it.
This week has also reminded me of how the little things in life we worry about are kinda stupid. I mean, I always freak out when my hair isn't just right or I can't find my phone, and I endlessly moan about how my day is RUINED!!!! Well, try having your arm or leg bitten off by a shark, now that's a day ruined. And the people who suffer through don't complain or whine, they just accept it. What if we just accepted the rotten stuff that happened to us? Sometimes we just make things dramatic just so we can make it dramatic. We go and look for the shark in the water, and scream shark attack when anything goes wrong. I've made a goal that the next time I get ripples in my serene stream of life (eh? I know you like my alliteration! I mean serene stream, geniusness!!!) I'll just calm down and think, there is someone out there whose arm got bitten off by a shark and I'm standing here throwing a fit over a shoe that I can't find. So the moral of this little lesson is that you should be grateful for what you have and stop whining and acting like you got bitten by a shark because there is someone out there who was literally decapitated and they're not whining, so there! That's pretty much it, kinda funny how the discovery channel can have deeper meanings.

Bethany Hamilton (left)











- Mary

The Conductor

This is a poem I wrote that is based off a story that is told at church. Please no stealing, because that would be extremely lame. So don't be lame, and here it is. Drum roll please....

The Conductor
There is the conductor
Blue hat and radiant smile
There is his son
Who means everything to him
He is very young
The conductor brings him along
To work they go at the railroad
Switching train tracks day after day
The little boy loves this
Right and left, left and right they go
But one day was unlike the rest
For the boy decided to go on the tracks
He needed to
He wanted to
There is a train
It is coming so fast
It cannot be stopped
It cannot be stopped
The conductor knows he won’t reach his son in time
To pull him off and save his life
He can change the course of the tracks
So the train would crash but his son would live
But he knows the effect would be crippling
So the train comes
The people on board are saved
There is news special on it
But few watch
Few care to listen
They don’t know
That someone died that they could live
They don’t know that someone sacrificed
So they could live
They don’t know that the train
Was the weight and sins of the world
They don’t know that we were all on it
And that we once knew he who died
They don’t know that he went on the tracks
So that we wouldn’t feel this pain
But I know
I saw the news special
And I cried
I didn’t know such love real
But I saw it
In the boy and the conductor
And it was for me
And you
Always remember that day
When the conductor made a choice
And his son made a choice
To save the train
To save us
And when you pull into the station
Make sure to find the conductor
And tell him Thank you
Because there is the conductor
Blue hat and radiant smile
There is his son
His son and our savoir

Written By Mary (me)

10 days without sugar - DAY 2

So I've decided to be healthy for the next 10 days, so then on my birthday when I pig out I won't feel so bad. So how is this no sugar thing working out? It's working out alright, Just painfully. This is me:

No sugar makes me sad...

I'm also trying to finish my personal progress in a month, I've gone over (today is the first day over) but I only have two projects left, and I'm almost done with one of them. And it is: Scrap booking some of the poems I have made, yay!!!! Although one can really start to despise scrap booking after doing it for almost ten hours(I haven't finished yet).
And yah
-Mary

Someone's gettin Married!!!!

Sooooo My sister is getting married!!!! Oh yay!!!! I found this news out the day I got four of my impacted wisdom teeth surgically yanked from my cranium, so i think I'll always remember it! :p So how did he propose? What does the ring look like? Well as for the first question- Ben (My sis's fiance), Kim (my other sis), and I plotted in secrecy using stealth and really nice camera's to make the proposal pretty sweet. His family and mine went into the wilderness (my cabin) to bond and get to know each other and up there are some pretty trails so kim and I had stealthily put a green journal, pink roses, and random white stuffed dog on a stone bench. Hours later Katie and Ben went on a walk and she was like "Oh what is that?" And so they went over there and she opened the green journal and inside was a poem written by Ben asking her to marry him. AWWW, and whilst all this commotion was commotioning His dad, Kim, and I were trying to quietly follow them without being seen, taking pictures the whole time. The quietly part was kinda a fail because we were on gravel and gravel is really hard to tread silently upon. And ya! As for the second question here's a picture:

So have you gone wedding dress shopping yet? Um, oh yah!!! We went two days ago all day!!!! I was so tired by the end of it and I had been sitting down the entire time. It was really funny because we went to a bunch of stores for like three hours each and we kinda found one but then we went back to the first store and there it was. My mom cried, Katie cried, I yawned.
Oh yes, And after that we went to the BYU broadcasting center and were apart of the studio audience for StarBiz. David Osmund was there and he was pretty funny although he's no David Archeletu. My sis, Kim is apart of the show (it's a singer/songwriter competition) and she did amazing!!!!! And yah, that is all.
- Mary

" And then my circus troupe died of the plague..." -keeper of time

The End

So last night I saw the final Harry Potter. I cried, I laughed, I was confused, I was angry, I was anxious. It was a rainbow of colorful emotions and it's now over. The series that told the story of our generation has come to a close. With this final movie we have read the last The End.

On things that aren't so melancholy... I got my wisdom teeth out! It was fairly painful and I have a bruise on the side of my face the size of Manhattan. Also I can't swallow pills so I have to take baby motrone. Baby motrone doesn't have the same painkilling effect on a sixteen year old as it has on babies. But the little sippy cup measurement thing is pretty sweet. And the only weird thing that happened to me through the whole being put under laughing gas and shooting sleepy stuff through my veins was that I had a daydream about a half of a sandwich that was having an affair with another half sandwich and the aforementioned half of the half sandwich was like "don't leave your my other half!" Yep, that's what legal drugs can do to you, well, and illegal. But anyways.....

Skyscraper

I love Demi Lovato's new song skyscraper, and I love her music video. She has defiantly gone through a ton this past year and she is so brave to share it with the world.

Don't you wish you could bake like me?

So this week has been a explosion of baking! And when I say explosion I mean it literally. My kitchen looks like it was snowing flour. I've made an interesting looking brownie ice cream cake. I just made two pans of brownies, cut them into circles, and put them on top of one another with vanilla ice cream sandwiched in there. I also made some cup cakes yesterday. They were really good, although I sort of forgot about the second batch. The second batch was a little too crispy for my taste.

Among other things, I CANNOT believe Harry Potter is ending tonight!!! I remember when it first came out! It's just weird because my generation has grown up with Harry Potter being the thing we all know and love and now it's ending. Tears.

Apparently you DON'T need that much salt in pancakes....

I must say I am so sick of blogging (as I blog). The other blog that I'm doing, I've been going on almost nine hours, typing away. Sigh, it's really starting to bore. Anyways, i got my toenails done again! :) My friend does them for me and she kept laughing about how I preserved the paint for a month, the last time she did them. Now they are a light cream purple, with black stripes, and dark purple dots. So pretty! And that brings me to another exciting adventure I had with this friend. So, the movie theater. They have over priced munchies and so we don't like to buy stuff there because of that. So like 2 weeks ago when we saw Cars 2, my friend, lets call her Michelle, got ice cream from a local cookie/ice cream place, but wait you can't take ice cream into movies. Well, we did anyways. We asked for a water cup, dumped the water out, and then put the ice cream in. But this week (we were seeing Monte Carlo) I got ice cream too and we didn't want any of there over priced fat calories, so we couldn't ask for water cups. I pondered aloud how this dilemma was to be solved when the really nice girl at the ice cream counter offered to help. She put cups over the ice cream, so it would be completely sealed and then gave us a brown paper bag. We then went to Michele's car and dug out an old purse, stretched it to it's fullest potential for six minutes, then finally fit it in. We happily ate ice cream during the movie and laughed, hee hee (which was the best part of the movie).
Speaking of ice cream, this morning I made home made pancakes and the recipe said to put in a teaspoon of salt. The recipe lied! It tasted like pancake french fries. Yicky. So when life tells you to add salt, and you think that it might be incorrect, just don't add the salt. It makes your nectarine taste weird.
Your's unofficially,
me

SO MUCH TO DO

There is so much to do this summer! I have to work for my parents, which is not very fun, let me tell you. I think my hands might become permanently soggy from all the dishes I have to do. I also have to sign up for summer french, get a head start on all my AP classes, drive for 40 hours (Which I'm terrified of because I almost killed someone yesterday!), hang out with people I like and finish personal progress. sigh, as it is I've been having to spend lots of time on my new blog- http://a-good-choice-lds-entertainment.blogspot.com - so I can check it off my list of stuff I need to do before this month is over. ERG, how am i suppose to do all of this in a month? And I thought summer would be my well deserved break. It frightens me on how wrong I've been about stuff latley, but oh well. I am still alive and I still dislike cows.

Ooh and this is the cover for the book I am most looking forward to in either October or November :)

Just Saying

So a couple weeks ago I went on a cruise to Alaska. It was long and boring, and i gained like seven pounds. The cruise went a week long and guess what? We saw lots of water, and my parents got so excited that we went up higher on the ship to see MORE WATER. And we even had a little window so we could see-you guessed it-more water. I am really not a ship person.

Last week was girls camp. It was pretty good, I read two books and scared an old man with my friend. We got great food! Tin foil dinners, packaged cookie dough balls from Costco, Pizza, Nutter butters, Hamburgers, and Costa Vita. Everyone feasted on that Costa Vita pork, let me tell you. Even those who are allergic to it. That really was not the brightest thing to do, for in the middle of the night this person threw up on my partner in scaring random people, and it smelt badly. One girl in the tent, the moment she heard the gagging, jumped up in her sleeping bag and booked it (or rather hobbled it) out of the tent and slept under the stars. The sick girl and the girl whose sleeping bag was then sick went home and it was like 2 30 at night. My Co-YCl and I had to sleep in that tent and it did not smell quite refreshing. The moral of this story is, if your allergic to something and you see it at girls camp. Just don't do it. Just don't.

Hee Hee Hee, I slightly agree

Despair.com Makes Sunny days a little more sunny :)

Some pictures from the cruise to Alaska

Go see my new blog: http://a-good-choice-lds-entertainment.blogspot.com

I made a new blog for personal progress that consists of tips on finding appropriate entertainment and books, movies and music that is clean :) Go check it out!

http://a-good-choice-lds-entertainment.blogspot.com

House of Blinds; Chapters 1 and part of two by yours truly

So... Here is an excerpt from the house of blinds. A story that is a sequel to a story that i have not written. Well, except for the like the first chapter, but anyways...

House of Blinds
By Mary Connors

Chapter. 1 Back to the beginning
I hate airplanes. I always have and always will. But what I hate most about airplanes are the bathrooms. Yes, I said bathrooms. When I was five years old, my older brother Ryan told me that if you went whilst in the air the toilet would suck you though the plane and you’d free fall in the sky and well, meet the ground. Now I am no longer five, but the thought has still haunted me. And to make matters even more rewarding I am terrified of heights, so to distract myself I drink water. Lots and lots of water. I am a chugging machine; I make camels look like dehydrated horses. So you can probably see how things can go wrong on a 17-hour flight from New York to Mumbai. But unfortunately for me this was the comfortable part, my adventure to come would put any overflowing bladder to shame. Anyway back to the beginning.
The plane ride was hot, and after 16 hours of sitting in the same seat, and downing water with no relief, I was starting to get cranky. But Ryan was most certainly not. In fact he was smirking. At me. And my most distressing discomfort.
“ Ladies and gentlemen if you could please stay seated as we begin descend…” The flight attendant spoke in her sickly sweet robotic voice. I turned up my iPod louder and fidgeted in my seat. This would be the first time back in India since my last trip during summer with my AP world History class. Things had gone… not exactly has planned. A strange old woman had sold us an ancient rug and told us it was magical. We thought she was insane and put a smidge too must kiang pepper in her bowl of noodles, but unexplainable things began to happen by the time we hit US soil. Namely, falling light fixtures, unnaturally large spiders, and crazy men with destructive weapons stalking us. But do not fret, we found out that our school had faulty light fixtures, and two Araneidae had crawled into my friend, Colter’s bag, and well started a beautiful family. We also discovered that the rug was a stolen artifact from the National Museum, New Delhi. The artifact was swiftly returned and only one mystery remained. The men with the guns and scorpion tattoos. So I guess fret a little.
The descent down was bumpy and I twisted and turned unsuccessfully trying to find a comfortable position. No such luck. But my discomfort didn’t have everything to do with my airplane situation. I was seeing my dad. The one I haven’t seen in since that trip I took with Ryan that had instilled the fear of airborne latrines. I mean I talked to him on the phone on father’s day and Christmas, and he paid the child support but he was still a stranger. And I was… nervous. I was nervous about seeing him for all the five minutes we’d probably get with him. He was a big businessman and had an office building near the city of Mumbai and owned stores and outlets all across the city. Country. Continent. World.
He was a busy man and I was… well, afraid that he’d look me over and then send me off to spend the rest of this vaca with a babysitter.
The seat belt light blinked off and I painfully got up, dancing on my feet. We were at the end of the plane and the people ahead were shuffling along, slowly pulling there luggage overhead.
“ Will they please hurry!” I moaned. Ryan finally took pity on my.
“ Look we’re not airborne anymore just go right now. I’ll wait for you.” I didn’t need much encouragement and I raced to the bathroom. And I am happy to report I did not perish. The soap smelled like vanilla and I suddenly felt a pang of longing for my mom who was spending this time working at the local hospital. She had wanted me to come but I felt like a bad person to come to a five star resort while she slaved away at work. I sighed and inspected myself in the mirror. My long brown hair was sticking to my forehead and my travel weary cloths were askew. I nervously straightened my sweatshirt as the butterfly’s roamed free in my stomach causing havoc. Then I allowed the childish thought I had been holding back loose. I hope he likes me.
---------------------------------------------------
“ Sheez, you must have really had to go.” Ryan laughed as I emerged. I glared at him as snatched my bag he carried. We both wasted no time to move down the deserted isle when we were stopped by the flight attendant with the hypnotic voice. She smiled sweetly at us. But something was defiantly off.
“ Ryan? Randy?” She said in her prim little voice. Her red lips where turned upwards revealing her blinding white teeth against her bronze skin. We exchanged glances.
“ Um, yes?” I said uncertainty. She just continued to smile.
“ Your father asked me to wait on the plane with you too until he can come pick you up.”
Now I knew something was defiantly wrong. Dad would never come to an airport he would send one of his chauffer’s. Ryan who had lived with him for most of his 18 years new the same.
“ Thanks but we’re good. We can wait in the airport.” Playing the protective older brother he grabbed my arm and tried to push past the flight attendant. She quickly put her arm against the seat and leaned against the opposite one blocking out path. Her brown eyes narrowed.
“ I don’t think so honey.” Her voice lost that sweet element and before I could blink Ryan was pulling me towards one of the emergency exists and the lady lunged for us. We tried to pick up speed across such a short stretch of floor and we were almost there when she grabbed me sinking her manicured fingertips into my skin and pulled me to the ground. “ Go!” I screamed to Ryan and he looked lost. Suddenly the blue curtain behind him was ripped open and revealed two men dressed in captains uniforms. For a moment I thought we were saved when I noticed how the huge men’s muscles bulged under their tight uniforms. I cried out but they grabbed Ryan as the lady tightened her grip on me. I began to scream and thrash but it was no use. I tried to slam her into the seat but she maneuvered just in time so only her shoulder smacked against the sharp edge. Her navy blue uniform jacket had ripped open and I could see a faint scratch. And a tattoo. A scorpion tattoo. I screamed louder.
The woman clamped a hand on my mouth and I felt something metal and hard being pressed against my head. I stopped struggling and started praying. She looked at my brother who writhing to get free.
“ Stop fighting or she’s dead.” The women no longer had an American accent. It wasn’t Indian or anything I had ever heard before. Her long black hair had come undone and her viselike grip was beginning to ache. Ryan stopped fighting and looked at me desperately as the one of the men removed a white handkerchief from his pocket and held it to Ryan’s face covering his mouth and nose. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body slumped to the floor as the men let go of him. I let out another cry as the man moved towards me with the handkerchief in hand. But just as he came towards me he jerked forward with a confused look on his face and slowly sank to his knees. The lady threw me against the seat and went over to him
“ Aakkar?” The women asked, eyes darting to the other man’s face. Aakkar was now lying face down with what looked like a dart stuck In the back of his neck. The women picked the dart from his neck and held it up in astonishment.
“ Wha-“ A dart came out of nowhere and hit her in the neck and she dropped like a rock. The remaining man looked around, looked at me, and then sprinted to the exit. I sat in utter shock staring at the two attackers lying on top of each other.
I slowly began to regain my senses and looked around for my mysterious savoir but saw no one.
“ Hello,” I called. “ Who’s there?” A man emerged from the curtain opposite of the other two. He looked Indian with an old yellow leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a scraggily beard. I slowly reached down and I picked up the woman’s fallen gun. He held his hand up.
“No need for that. I’m not here to hurt you.” I noticed in one of his hands was a long green reed thing. The darts, I realized.
“ I am so done with ninja’s today!” I cried. The man just eyed my gun with distaste.
“ Put the gun down.”
“ In your dreams, how do I know your not one of them.” He sighed and looked me in the eye.
“ Zeena sent me.” Ok people, quick rewind. Remember the crazy old lady, kiang noodles, magic carpet. Well her name was Zeena. Oh, Top romon. I looked at him stunned.
“Zeena?” I sputtered, “ Carpet Zeena? ” He looked annoyed at the mention of the carpet.
“ Yes, that one. And thanks to you the carpet fell back into the hands of the house of blinds.” He said
“ The what?” I asked. The house of blinds? What’s so wrong with the house of window coverings?
He shook his head. “ A story for another day. Now drop the gun or I drop you. ” I gulped and let it fall to the floor. But unfortunately my brother’s stomach was in the way. Whoops. Kind of.
“ Who are these people?” I asked gesturing to the wanna-be captain-slash-AFL- fighter, “ Why did they attack us? Why do they have scorpion tattoos? Who are you? Why’d you save us?”
I was about to inquire further when the plane made a groaning sound.
“ Quickly they are coming. Bring your brother.” He went over to emergency exit and with a mighty shove wrenched the hatch open. I grabbed my brother’s arms and unceremoniously began to drag him towards the opening. I kept ramming him into seats. On accident. Well, mostly.
“ Can’t we just go out the normal way?” I asked over the roar of wind. I saw the blink of lights on the air pad through the dark night. He shook his head.
“No good. The security in America probably found the real crew and notified police here. If we stay, they will question us and that will lead to big problems.” His Indian accent was thick.
“ So what am I suppose to do?” I asked as I ungracefully dropped my brother’s arms. I could hear shuffling sounds outside the plane. Chandra looked at me with an evil gleam in his eye.
“ We jump”.

Chapt 2. When the monkeys come out to play

Hey, me again. Remember how I mentioned I was terrified of heights. Yah, being attacked didn’t change that. The stranger, Chandra, used the airplane seat cushion to drop my brother down. Yah, eat that in the morning Ryan. Then it was my turn. He had to push me. Still scared of heights.
We quickly crossed the airstrip thankfully unnoticed, Chandra carried Ryan, and we made it to his car. Turns out our Chandra the first class-dart man was a taxi driver. I was too scared to ask how he got enough money being a taxi driver to go first class on an expensive American airline. Ryan woke up once we hit the streets of Mumbai. He groaned next to me. “ I hate airplanes.” He grumbled. Hah.
I quickly filled him in. “ But what about our stuff?” Ryan asked. Oh Ryan, always the material man. The sure son of our father. Chandra glanced back.
“ Motash will get it.” He said like that ended the matter. I glanced at Ryan.
“Motash is one of dad’s chauffers.” He said. A feeling of alarm swept through me.
“Oh no! Dad! I totally forgot. What are we going to tell him?” So much for a good first impression after eleven years.
“ Motash will say you were with him seeing the sights.” Sweet, this Motash guy had us covered. But now it was time to get down to business and ask the real question.
“What’s the house of blinds and why were we attacked? And what has Zeena have to do with any of this?” I asked determined to be answered. We were stuck in a traffic jam so he couldn’t give another ‘ Silence can you not see I drive?’ answer.
“ You and your brother have the mark. Zeena saw it in you when she gave you the carpet. You have been touched by the breath of magic. You have the- ” Okay, seriously, more with the magic thing.
“ Well okay this was fun.” I reached for the door handle ready to jump. This was too much to handle in one day.
“ Wait.” Ryan said pulling me back, “ I’ve heard about this before. The locals talked about those with the touch of magic. It was given to them from the great khan, the she-tiger who breathed life into the jungle.” This was starting to get real jungle bookie. But Chandra smiled.
“ You have heard correct. The night before Zeena read your palm she saw the amulet of magic, the Bahula in the sky.”
“ The what?” Ryan and I asked in sync.
He turned backwards to face us. “ The star. It appears every thousand years when the Naathim wishes to aid the Magicus. You have been chosen to play a role in deciding the fate of the djiinn .”
“ Oh, I see. And then Aladdin rubbed the lamp and little blue genie’s flew out and princess Leia got a haircut.” I said sarcastically.
Chandra looked at me sharply and I glanced at Ryan.
“ Riley stop! I think he’s telling the truth.” The poor boy was totally buying all this Indian vendor could sell.
“ Ha, Right, Yah. Well this has been fun, but this is my stop. Come on Ryan.” This was totally not happening. I mean sure, I get almost being kidnapped, I mean our dad is rich and powerful, but being kidnapped because we’re magical little piglets with an enchanted destiny? Yah, some one’s been hitting the caffeinated beverages a smidge too hard. For the second time tonight I reached for the door to jump out into the busy streets of a strange country. I clasped the door but as I did I felt a jolt go through my fingers, spreading to my toes that flung me into Ryan.
“ What the!” I panted. What the hey was that?! I looked at Ryan who looked just as stunned and then at Chandra. He was holding what looked like a clay staff with a rust colored cobra- Cobra!?- Wrapped around it, hissing at me. It two sharp fangs with purple goo dripping from them. It looked ready to bite.

Of Polynesians and past memories

On Sunday I rediscovered my old journals from 10th grade. They were actually pretty funny and I had a quote of the day for every entry. For example:
" When did blondes get the rep for being dumb?"
" When you were born."

So I decided to do quotes of the day for this loverly blog, so here it goes...
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
" If there are a bunch of Polynesians running and I was a marijuana grower, I wouldn't bother them." - Allyse

" Guys, I don't know how to make pyramids."- Julia
" That's what the Egyptians said, but then they just did it."-Me

" When they come out with Twilight the musical, Edward Cullen is going to sing this song( Every breathe you take) with gusto. - Me

On a note that has nothing to do with anything I've written so far, I cleaned my room. Yes, I did it. I survived the disaster zone and I am currently living and blogging to you of my tale.
Once upon a time there was an outrageously muddled room and a dissatisfied father who decided to bribe his daughter 50 buck to FINALLY slay the beast. And in reality who knows? There could have been a beast buried under the three feet of clothing that concealed the floor. Anyways, she bravely cleaned her messy room and got songs on itunes, then happily celebrated with friends around a green tinged campfire. THE END
- Mary :0)

Act, Alaska, and construction= The banes of my existance

It is raining and pouring I wish I was snoring....
Another lovely day basically:p So... Today I'm suppose to be working on stuff for the ACT. My mother even got me this prep guide for it. " Mary," Said she, " If i get this for you, you need to use it." "And so I shall!" I replied. 2 days before the test and Nada. Wow, I'm gonna do great.
On the topic of more exciting things, yesterday I watched The lightning Thief with my buddy and I made my specialty milkshakes. They are awesome, filled with sugar and calories and all those things I said I wasn't going to partake of this summer. Ahhh...
But the most exciting event that has occurred is that I found out when the Egyptian documentaries are on!!!! They play on Sunday's on the Green Channel which means I'll have to tape them but that's OK, for I'll have Something to watch on Monday. The world is once again a happy place.
To rap things i up, I think a rant on construction would be nice. Because it's everywhere!!! I mean once upon a time I was a happy human being and then construction came and ruined my life. You see, I am just learning to drive, and it's not going so hot because I'm terrified I'm Gonna decimate a cone!! That and the fact that I'm basically afraid of anything that could possibley kill me. Like boats. Have i mentioned I'm going on a cruise next week. " Where to?" You ask. Ummmm, Alaska. I know oxi- moron. It combines my favorite things vast open water and coldness. Great :/
L8er, Mary

Some pictures of my abode

IT is the time of SUMMER!!!!

     Hee Hee, I haven't written on this thing in like a decade. Minus a decade, plus like 2 months. Anyways, It is summer finally!!!! FREEDOM!!!! Except now my parents are making me work for them. For 8 bucks an hour. But i still say it's child Labor! So what will this summer be filled with? Magical adventures and French Vanilla snow cones and reading. And how is that going so far? Well... I'm writing on a blog, so not so hot. I've successfully managed a new record of boredom. That is to say, it's the first week of summer and I miss school. I've already feasted upon my delectable french vanilla frozen goodness with extra cream, re- read the percy Jackson series and the spinoff one, and gone on magical adventures filled with nail polish and Kung Fu Panda 2. Oi, this is gonna be a LOOOONNNNGGGG summer.

      On a slightly less depressing note, I got a library card at the local library. That was exciting. Then i went to the orthodontist. That too, very heart pounding. 

     Anyways, I'm so bored with this entry I think i'm going to stop.

                    Your friend, Me :0)

     

         

Who knew eyebrows had such an intricate science to them?

So today I went and got my eyebrows waxed whilst listening to this amazon/tree/cricket music. It was oddly soothing as the hairs were ripped and individually plucked from my face and I began to think how in like 500 years from now my great great great great grandchildren are going to be watching a history documentary on the extreme and painful things there ancestors did to look nice. Like wearing painful shoes that ruin your back with little sole support (High heels), or having hair ripped from your face and putting holes in your ear and then sticking heavy metal through it causing it to expand, going in a human sized oven so you’ll turn a couple shades darker, and my all time favorite realigning ones jaw so that there teeth will be straighter. Goes to show that we go WAY to extreme to look pretty. And that with amazon music, nothing is painful J

Anyways, for a brief recap of my weekend: Watched general conference, was woken up like 8 times every night to take care of a screaming, fake baby, and my phone got stolen. Also my cousins came up to the wilderness with us to watch conference and afterword’s they spoke of Jimmer. Quite constantly. They actually camped out for like 5 days to see pretty much all the bountiful games and we had a two-hour conversation about him. It was oddly entertaining… They made this here video, where they interviewed people who also camped out to see the mighty Jimmer Jimmer.  Whatever that means.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ4C8omlxzs

From Mary

            P.S. This is my favorite comment on it:Jimmer in the urban dictionary stands for: to be within range once off the bus.

                   Words of the day: Repugnant, dell, and cryo. If you don't know what they mean. Get a dictionary. 

       P.P.S. The eighth most popular quote is "May the force be with you". And if you don't know what THAT means, your not a human being. I'm sorry, Human beings just do not live in rocks.

To AP or not to AP that is the queastion

I'm a junior in case you wanted to know. So as a junior i tend to stress about trivial yet career determining things like looking for a job, getting a good act score, studying for the AP test in five weeks, Drivers Ed and doing all the rest of the useless busywork the teachers throw at you. Right now I'm between a hard place, a really sharp toothpick, a broken zipper and pointy fork. That place is a painful place to be and I'm freaking out about how I'm going to to do drivers Ed which is at the same time as ACT prep and you need a good ACT score to get into college, but driving is essential if you want to have freinds and get a job and you  need a job so you can make money so you can go to college but that cuts way into AP and homework study time and if you don't get those done your destined for failure cuz then you have no money to go to college. Erg. High school. It stresses me out.

  So now i wonder to myself, self, should i risk failing the ap test and class or drop out now leaving more time for everything else in life. But oh wait, theres a catch, it'll show on my transcript that i gave up and what if i could have passed the test and class? And they say adulthood is full of difficult questions. And that things will get harder when I get to the real world.  I ceartanly hope not because this world is making me break out and thats as real as it needs to get

     On a lighter note, today I had my first interview. Ever. It was okay, i guess, I felt young. I was applying to a dinosaur museum and it seems like the perfect job for me since i LOVE fossils. And there was no sarcasm there, don't mock me. Also I got my glasses. I'm near sighted and farsighted in oppisite eyes and so now i can see things like normal people. YAY. Anyway I should be off, gots to worry and do all that fun stuff I was ranting on about

                                                   Have a less stressful day then me

Oh yes and that quote a couple days ago was from.. The princess bride!!!! 

New question of the day is which quote from a movie is ranked the 8th best quote in america? i'll give you a hint, this movie starred a carpenter, had many mistakes they didn't take out, and was inspired by mythology, WW2, and the Vietnam war

Different Flower by Me

Here is the first of many poems I hope to put on this loverly blog. I hope you enjoy as I go now and panic for my APUS test that is in thirty days.

P.S. please do not steale. That would make me sad. Plus it's kite flying month, who steals poetry during kite flying month?

Different flower

Feeling like a different flower

In a sea of red bouquets

Feeling like you have no power

Because no one else is this way

An outcast, you feel is all you are

Feeling too different to be with the rest

 But you’ll find your niche, you’ll go far

Where you can feel your best

Different flowers make up the world

Make up the atoms of every part

Different things come together

And there differences make it start

Inconsistences make the picture perfect

They make the unique become art

So don’t feel like you don’t belong

Just accept your differences in your heart

We are all different flowers

But we make up a beautiful bouquet

So be glad to be a different flower

The world wants you no other way

           

Of chocolate whales and the ending of lame books

Today I had a discussion with my friend on creative random things. She came up with a a blue whale made of chocolate, Whilst I on the other hand came up with rhesus monkey's pushing Donald trump off a building whilst merrily dancing around the Easter bunny who was glumly picking pencils from the nearest pine cone tree. Never play the creative game. I OWN. Also yesterday I finished Wuthering Heights, a book I have been FORCED by pain of an F grade to read twice. TWICE. I'd rather be struck by lightning twice. At least that would be more exciting than the anticlimactic ending I've had to endear. And you haven't even gotten me started on how this book was totally the ground work for Twilight. I mean, Creepy obsessive boy plus love triangle plus girl that just needs to die or flee to Sweden. I'm not particularly fond of Twilight if you haven't caught my not so subtle hints. I could go on for hours on a disliking Twilight with a passion tangent but i shall spare you. For now. In the meantime eat lots of strawberry pudding with rainbow colored pineapple straws while admiring the fish of the sea.

Your friend, Me :0)

Oh yes, and guess this quote 

" Life is pain, anyone telling you any different is selling something."

Welcome to My Blog

Well, I've done it. I promised myself I wouldn't, but here I am. I have made a blog. What has made me have this sudden change of heart? Boredom pretty much. A desire to share my writing and random thoughts that I would never actually say out loud. And a realization that probably know one will read this so what the hey. And what might this blog hold you wonder? Well, let me tell you. Poems, peculiar moments of my day, things that exasperate me, and random quotes galore. It'll be a jammed packed combination of laughs and occasionally thought provoking statements. Mind you, I did say occasionally. Well, that's all I can think of. Welcome to my blog.