Questions.

Answer these questions and I'll give you a wish:

1. What's your favourite color that you wouldn't ever get sick of, even if your room, your house, your hair, and your toenails where the exact same shade for all eternity?

2. Where would you like to be stuck for seventeen days?

3. What is one peculiar thing about you most people would never care to hear about?

4. When did you realize that, despite what other people think, you listen to the music you listen to now?

5. If humans could do one extraordinary thing, what would you like to request to God to alter/add?

A few things I think would be amazingly great fun to do:

1. Trespass on one of my neighbours' fields and have a photo-shoot and then just lay down there and read some good poetry.

2. Jump in a city fountain wearing a poofy dress.

3. Get a bunch of henna tattoos and walk into a Catholic church shortly afterwards.

4. Have dinner on a roof with a city full of lights beneath me.

5. Sneak into a pool past midnight with all my friends.

Just a thought. I'd give you this penny for yours:

:D

Little things that make me smile a lot lately: Heart shaped glasses.

Inside jokes between me and my boyfriend.

Teacups!!!

Getting books <3

Just learned a new song on my uke :)

Dark chocolate >.<

What Do You Wanna Do Tonight, Brain? Same Thing We Do Everynight, Pinkie.

A busy schedule for me this week...let's visualize, shall we?

Had to send off Chanme this morning :( I'll miss that kid a LOT. So, setting up a Skype soon. Wish me techie luck.

Test-running some baking ideas with my good friend Janeykins, if she can <3

Biking on this bad boy. Yeah, I ride a pink bike. Actually, mine look way cooler.

Hopefully going on a picnic under a bridge full of cars. This was the only picture that didn't show people's faces, so I used it.

Planning my birthday. Why are these relevant? Not relevant.

Seeing my first roller derby match this Sunday! Another thing to cross off the Bucket List <3

Seeing my friends' concert. One friend who plays acoustic bass. Also, it's at this smoking place that sells these delicious devils:

Oh sweet Georgia peaches, this week is gonna be interesting.

누락 미친 사람처럼 내 동생.

KEEP IT DOWN IN THE FRONT ROW!

Movie Marathons I Plan on Having

1. Marilyn Monroe Marathon
2. Vincent Price Marathon
3. Pixar Marathon
4. Non-Disney Cartoon Marathon
5. Movies that Scared Me as a Kid Marathon
6. Alfred Hitchcock Marathon
7. Cheesy Romance Films Marathon
8. Lord of the Rings Marathon (never saw any of them.)
9. B-Rate Horror Flick Marathon
10. Documentary Marathon
11. Sundance Film Festival Marathon
12. Movie Musicals Marathon
13. Comedy Film Marathon
14. Jack Black Marathon
15. Second-Chance Movie Marathon (giving movies I disliked a second chance to be liked. For example, "Where the Wild Things Are" --hated it first. Now I love it. DEEPLY.)
16. Nicholas Sparks' Marathon
17. Superhero Marathon

As you can see, I will shortly make the world run out of popcorn. Unless the Rapture destroys me first...God forbid :c

I've always wanted to be a writer. Since I was two years old. I would scribble in this waterlogged notebook I stapled together haphazardly with all my coloured crayons and pretend the scribbles were like the words my Mommy and Daddy could understand. I would crawl into my Papa's lap and make up stories that came into my head. I remember I was sitting in the bathroom, scribbling away and I said "I'm gonna make books. I'm gonna do this forever." And I've never decided otherwise. I've wanted to do other things, but always always always be a writer. There's just something about books that I find, pardon the expression, seductive. The feel of a thick novel beneath my fingers and the crinkle of pages sounding in my ears--I could be like that forever and never care about anything else. But that's not all about books and writing that I enjoy. Books take you places you never could go on your own and you meet people you wish you knew or even wish you didn't. They strike up emotions. Think about that--some blots of ink on sheets of paper can make you laugh, cry, and think. How enormous is that?? You get moved by words. You become something by words. Life isn't life without words running everywhere--you cannot live without words moving you slightly in a certain direction. But someone is behind those words.

I want to be that someone. I want something most people deem "impossible", "foolish", and "not a good career path." I'll be honest--I don't give a nun's fart. Yeah, I SAID IT! Seriously, if I wasn't a writer, I would be dead. Writing has taken me to a place where I can be safe and free. It's been my best friend. When I write, it's like I wasn't breathing until I wrote something down. I know I may not be a good writer, but I can't just not be a writer or else I wouldn't exist.

I am So Tired of Being Lethargic.

The summer is upon me like an old man's eyes! So, I've decided, of course, to make a list. Of what, you eagerly ask with bated breath? Of my summer goals. Read and enjoy it like a Purplesaurus Rex slushie (grape n bubblegum...nomnomnom :3 )

Summer Goals of a Girl Who Previously was Enslaved by School

1. Pierce nose. Yeah yeah yeah, I know "rebellious". See me go "whatever" all rebellious-like.
2. Streak my hair with blue. Not quite sure how much I want, but oh well! Blue is all mermaid-y, which is perfect because of the new POTC movie AND I'll get to see the ocean for the first time this summer! :D
3. Cross off 17 Things from my Bucket List. Examples? See a Rated R movie (Sweeney Todd), go paint-balling, visit a hippie commune...you know, the usual.
4. Learn CPR.
5. Get permit. I know, it's sad. I'm seventeen (almost!) and I don't even have my permit. I am reminded of my failure every single day, so thanks.
6. Here's a biggie--Watch 100 Movies. Any suggestions would be great! A few I want to see: Red Shoes, Paranormal Activity, Nosferatu, Dead Poet's Society, Arthur...a lot. But suggestions are welcomed with snuggles.
7. Read 50 Books. Again, suggestions welcomed. A few I want to read is Lord of the Flies, a book about sensing emotions through cake, Lolita, and It's Kind of a Funny Story.
8. Write a book. I have three or four in the works...which is depressing that they're titled "in the works" and not "ready to be published".
9. Become a vintage guru. No special meaning behind that, I just want to re-do my closet with stuff my grandma would wear to prom <3
10. Get 30 service hours. Not actually for the points at my school, but just to do something beneficial for someone besides me.
11. Be a vegetarian for a week. So many times have I failed this...
12. Rap Bustarhyme's part in "Look at Me Now". I know, this is probably HIGHLY unlikely to happen, but summer is for dreamers, right?
13. Get a job. $$$$$$$$ is what I need, which is totally against my hippie morals, but unfortunately, having fun usually needs a smidgen of dough.

Think I could do it? ;D

We Get Advice Here.

I searched, because I'm lacking creativity thanks to studying overload, "Things to Blog About". So here I go, blogging about these things.

10 REASONS I GET UP IN THE MORNING:

1. I have this thing, called an education. Unfortunately, it matters to a buttload of people if I have one. I, on the other hand, find it to be a big fat government conspiracy.
2. I have to pee. Oops, sorry Mom. I have to "piddle".
3. I want to talk to this boy that I know.
4. I also want to be obnoxious with some girls I know.
5. There is music to discover!
6. There are books to read!
7. There are things to write down!
8. I'm pretty sure a monster would eat my face off if I slept in.
9. I have to waste time in more creative ways than just sleeping.
10. Because you lovely people would hate to be without me ;D

10 BOOKS ON MY SHELF

There are much more than ten, but here are my favorites

1. The Selby is in Your Place--Todd Selby
2. Paper Towns--John Green
3. Matilda--Roald Dahl
4. Where the Sidewalk Ends--Shel Silverstein
5. Horseradish--Lemony Snicket
6. Alice in Wonderland--Lewis Carroll
7. Charlotte's Web--E.B White
8. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy--Douglas Adams
9. Inkspell--Cornelia Funke
10. The Bible--Jesus.

THE BEST THING ABOUT YOUR TOWN: Our antique shops. I could spend a whole day going through all the loverly trinkets they offer :3

THE WORST THING ABOUT YOUR TOWN: The smallness. There is literally nothing to do on a Friday night.

FIVE BEAUTY TIPS YOU LIVE BY:

1. Don't grow a mustache if you're a lady

2. Wear deodorant

3. Don't be fat

4. Seriously, wear deodorant

5. If you look in the mirror and think you're the clown from It, chances are, you're wearing way too much makeup.

SOMETHING FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD YOU WISHED YOU STILL HAD: A pool :c

everyday i'm shufflin'

HELLO THERE, CRUEL WORLD! <3 Sorry I've been gone, although no one has noticed, I apologize regardless. I have been AMAZINGLY busy--with friends, a certain boy, and stinkin' homework. But, here is some posties for you to love on.

I'm entering a writing contest soon, and I'm going to try to publish my poetry for the first time since I was an emotionally insane preteen. I'm down to picking two, so I would LOVE LOVE LOVE some feedback to figure out which one I should send, or if I should send at all. Holla!!

First poem:

SILENT FILM SHOWING

Let's live in a silent movie

Let's dream in black-and-white

The audience will read our motions

Like a highlighted, wrinkled script

I can tell you "iloveyou" with one bat of my lashes

You can shoot me down without an echo

With shiny black bullets from your shiny black gun

We'll laugh and no one will hear us

We'll whisper without one sound

Together--

Together we'll make the audience feel

Our kind of friction between the scenes.

Second poem:

ONE DAY (icouldalwaysbeprovedwrong)

One day we'll hate each other.

One day you'll forget my name

I'll be a ghost in your dreams

That munches on your broken heart

You'll be all my regrets and complexes

That rattle endlessly in my mind

Every kiss we'll have will fill

With echoing regrets and remorse

Every secret spoken softly

Will be betrayed and exposed

Our bright days will cloud over

Our starry nights will end in fire

The love songs we love we'll turn off

The things we say we will swallow

YET when I see you

The darkness runs

YET when I hear your voice,

I become sunlight

The silly things you do to cheer me up

Turn all my fears into dust

Those rare sappy sentiments said?

They're treasures in my heart.

One day, we'll hate each other,

One day, you'll forget my name,

We'll get ripped apart by stormy weather

But I have always loved to dance in the rain.

OPINIONS WELCOMED!!!

My First Kiss Went a Little Like This: I REALLY WOULD LIKE TO BE SOMEWHERE WHERE I'M NOT IN FREEZING RAIN, THANKS

We all love those first-kiss stories, don't we? The silliness, the romance, the mishaps--we just soak it up like lonely sponges. Sometimes, like in Disney movies, these kisses are magical and full of love and adoration and little sparrows come out and sing a song about true love and the sun sets and the evil villain is far far away. Unfortunately, my first kiss did not work out that way.

NOTE: This blog post is very embarrassing to me, so feel extremely blessed to have your little eyes absorb all my blushes and nervous typing.

My first kiss was March 23, 2009. I had just gotten a new boyfriend who seemed very intent of planting his face on mine, which, really, was exciting but seriously a red flag, looking back. Anyways, we had planned this out, because, you know, I'm a planner. It was at a church function at these peoples' home. Unfortunately, while their house is very pretty and scenic, it was raining. It was below freezing. I wasn't wearing shoes. He didn't really care, he just kept insisting to stay outside. Being blonde, I had no idea why in the world he would want to do that.

Anyways, so, we're outside, and I had just previously made my best friend's little sister upset, and now she's starting to cry in front of us. Like, full-blown sobs. We're sitting on a porch swing which really wasn't the cute, attractive kind, but the weird old-lady kind...hard to explain. Then, while I'm thinking "Dang this girl has GOT TO SUCK IT UP!" ....BAM! THIS BOY'S LIPS ALL OVER ME! I didn't even do anything. I just stood really still and kept my eyes open because I was so freaked out. I almost slapped him, I was so surprised. But, I didn't, and he pretty much swallowed my face as this girl was crying a river and I was freezing in my wet socks.

Worst first kiss EVER. In retrospective, I find it sad and humorous. At the time, I was just seriously annoyed. Now, I would never agree to that, and probably switch the boy, to be perfectly honest. But I don't really regret it, because I learned a few things:

1. When in panic, stay still and act like you're a tree. The person attacking your face will start to get the idea and back down.
2. Make sure the weather is lovely and not like that of a slasher film.
3. Never tick your best friend's little sister off beforehand, just in case a romantic moment should creep up on you.
4. If something doesn't go your way, and you wish you never did something, just laugh about it. Nine times out of ten, there's something humorous about it. Just learn from your experiences so you can create better ones with someone new in the future <3