Apples to Apples

Apparently,

I am shaggy and

Strange.

Ahhhh,

What a

Reassurance….?

Twilight

Team Edward?

Or Team Jacob?

Hot Rod

Ahhh...gotta love Rod.

Rod Kimble: My safe word will be whiskey [enunciates the h].

Kevin Powell: [confused] Sorry, Rod, what was that?

Rod Kimble: [same pronunciation] Whiskey.

Kevin Powell: [still confused] Don't you mean whiskey?

Rod Kimble: Hwat?

Kevin Powell: You're saying it weird.

Rod Kimble: Saying hwat hweird?

Kevin Powell: All of it.

Rod Kimble: Hwere do you get off?

Kevin Powell: I just don't get why you're saying it that way.

Rod Kimble: Hwy am I saying hwat hwat hway?

Kevin Powell: Forget it.

Rod Kimble: I hwill! I hwill forget it!

Rod Kimble: Woah, whiskey! Whiskey! Whiiskeeeeeeeeeey! Whiskeeey! Whiskeeeeey! [runs into a parked RV]

I mean, come one! hwere do they get off?

The Charge of The Light Brigade

The Charge of The Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Wedding Dresses :)

Just to clarify.....

Ball Gown Wedding Dress

Empire Wedding Dress (this is what i want)

Low Waist (my second choice)

Mermaid Wedding Dress

Blog

To desert a blog would be like leaving a friend who, without your help, would be stuck forever. never moving forward. never progressing.

*Like a vampire, addicted to, something we are able to kill for are, comments and posts. But we are not like that...we get what we can, cause we are vegetarians*

so if you were a blog writer/publisher, would you would desert your blog for a new one? leave all those old posts behind. have i not taught you enough for you to know that writing, no matter how old, can affect past, present, and future.

why can you not be pleased and grateful for what you have that is constant and sure. instead of changing it up just because you can. i mean, you already have this amazing blog. is that not enough?

a blog is about your life, continuous, it doesn't/shouldn't/couldn't end after on year. a blog isn't like a book. where you can just end one story and start on the next. it is a continuous, full of twists, turns, dilemmas, answers, changes and adventures. It is life in writing form. That never ends.

Don't you think?

**Watch Twilight series to understand any connections. i.e. vegetarians, addicted, kill for, and so on...

BIBLICAL STORY TIME

AHHHH.....GOTTA LOVE THAT IRONY

THOSE CONNECTIONS

THOSE MUTUALLY UNDERSTOOD IRONIC CONNECTIONS

Christmas!

7 Days...

‘Til when? You ask.

10080 Minutes...

‘Til when? You ask.

604800 Seconds...

‘Til when? You ask.

60400000 milliseconds...

‘Til when? You ask.

‘Til when? You ask.

Persistently

Confusedly

Impatiently

‘Til when? You ask.

Once again,

Persistently

Confusedly

Impatiently

‘Til when? You ask.

But this time,

I answer...

‘Til presents

‘Til memories

‘Til grateful smiles

‘Til family

‘Til Christmas

LOVE

Is it worth it?

The pain?

The being confused?

Is it worth it?

The risk?

The being worried?

Is it worth it?

The hurt?

The being broken hearted?

Is it really worth it?

Falling in love?

Books

Sometimes I read

To get the adventure.

Or the suspense.

Or the Romance.

But most of all,

I read

For reassurance

That everything

Will be okay

That nothing

Won't not be

That everything is

Going to be

All right

That the problem will be

Resolved

Between

Darcy and Elizabeth

Bingley and Jane

Best friends

Family

Eragon and Aria

School

The King and I

Money

Beliefs

Harry and Voldemort

Because in books

They will

Resolve

No one has lose their house

No one has break their heart

Nothing scary has to happen

Anyone evil can be defeated

No one has to die

And if they do happen

Its okay

Because it't not

Real

And everyone

Knows

It will be okay

But life really is like

A story book with

Princes

Frogs

Wishes

Superpowers

With the steady, constant things

The new page every so many lines

Every page number in chronological order

Period at ends of sentences

But also with

The different smells of each book

The plots twists

The different messes on each page

The bent spine

And so I look to

Books

But for more than the

Story

To say

OMG (oh my gosh, not the other one....)

I have been told i don't high-five hard enough

That i did great

That i really am special

I must be having a hard day

It doesn't matter

Thanks

Good job

I messed up

I look pretty

Its nothing special

Duh



But honestly, what do they know?

Maybe, its not what they say, but what we hear

Relief

Just Relief

Relief that it’s over

That the inevitable has finally happened

Relief that the suffering wasn’t prolonged

That nothing more could have happened

Relief, that I am thankful

Not angry, not depressed

Just Relief

Festival of Trees

Shopping for...

Aviators

T-shirts

Nail Polish

See's Candies

Makes a three and a half hours of volunteer work way worth it!

Adult Truths

Adult Truths (sorry adults)

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your

computer history if you die.

2. Nothing stinks more than that moment during an argument when you realize

you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was

younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure

I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the

person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories. 

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work

when you know that you just aren't going to do anything

productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I

don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks

me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that

I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not

to answer when they call.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or

Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just

nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they

said?

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team

up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong,

brothers and sisters!

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get

dirty, and you can wear them forever.

22. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still

not know what time it is.

23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car

keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on

the Donkey, but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.

The Christmas Tree

Christmas Trees...

The smell

The sight

The beauty

The memories

The good times

The picky choosing

All proving that 3 hours of browsing was not in vain...thank goodness

Black Friday

Black Friday

12:00 (am-let me remind you) standing in a mile (almost) long line to get to old navy. Freezing our behinds off. Almost literally.

1:00 (still am) standing in another line-thank goodness it’s in the store this time…

2:00 (you guessed it-am) am home after an hour of getting lost-through streets parallel to each other…how sad, I know

3-5:00 (am-really) thankfully, sleeping

6-8:00 (am) shopping at the mall, half delirious from lack of sleep

9-11:00 (am still-thankfully) getting my beauty sleep

12:00 (pm-finally) do you know how hungry you are after shop-til-you-drop shopping? And after a deep night’s sleep, really, you can’t blame me for

1:00 (pm-after a long day) guess. Guess what we do next? Guess. Shop. As if we need more of it.

2-5:00 (pm-no way!) sttttiiilll sssshhhhhhhoopppinngggg…………and dropping

6:00 (pm) eating food from the gods-macaroni and cheese and toast

Synesthesia

Hannah

The colors of my name

Hope for Snow

Sometimes you wish for sun.

Or rain.

Or mist

Or fog.

Or rainbows

Or lightning

Or thunder

Or clouds

Or hail.

And they all come.

Then you wish for snow.You wake up every morning, hoping

Hoping

Hoping in vain.

Because it doesn't come, instead school does, and extra homework. And so you keep hoping

And hoping

And, again, hoping in vain.

Because it doesn't come, instead rain does, and fog and steady drizzles. So you keep hoping.

And hoping.

And this time, it snows. And this time, instead of school, or homework, or rain, fog and drizzels, you get

snow.

And it comes.

It does.

So hope.

Waking Up

Sometimes it feels like you wake up, and you look around you and you see that your life is a lie. People around you are not who you thought they were, they make choices that disappoint you. Make you cry. Make you want to scream. And sometimes you wish you never woke up, then you think of all the times where it was like you were in that groggy, half asleep state and you think you know what is going on, you sense something is not right. You see how you are different than others around you. And you wonder. And then you realize what is going on. But you also realize that you can't say the words out loud, because they are not yours to say. So you wonder. And wonder. And keep wondering. Then that day comes. One that changes your life. And you again, want to cry, want to scream. You want to blame. You want to cause pain. But you can't. You can't. So you do the only thing you can do. Love. And Love. And keep loving.

Becoming

Overrated

School

Teachers

Popularity

IB Program

Southridge

Justin Beiber

Mayo

Dishwashers

MASHO

Stalkers

Underrated

Showers

Blogs :)

Outgoing

Gradparents

Family

Apple cider

Thanksgiving

Hot cocoa

Deodorant

Pillows

Pencil top erasers

Pride and Prejudice (the old movie)

A good nights rest

Emily Dickinson

Dork Board

Smiling

Sprinting