One more spoon of Cough Syrup

While on my daily hunt of GIFS and Doctor Who, I realized maybe I should blog elsewhere for a minute or two. Have you heard of Kony? Yeah, THAT Kony. If you don't know who Kony is, Joseph Kony is a person that should be dead right now because of all the children that he's abducted and made into sex slaves and child soldiers. He started in Uganda, saying he was a christian and started the Lord's Resistance Army which was made up out of children with guns. He's on the top of the list of the ICC for all the 33 charges, 12 counts as crimes against humanity. This guy isn't good. If you want to know more about it, here's a 30 minute video about it, and even though it's a bit long it's really worth the watch. Please watch it and tell me what you think about it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

The film Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy did not win anything at the Oscars last night. What is this. Hugo and The Artist took all of the awards. I'm generally angered at this, but I'm quite happy that Benedict Cumberbatch was on screen for 2 seconds. My night was made by that. But when Gary Oldman didn't get an oscar for best male lead, I was finished(Even though his category was at the end).
Other than the Oscars, nothing really has been going on in my life. On Thursday, the photography class that I'm in went to a Skate Park and we took pictures of random people skateboarding. It was really fun watching people fall and then take pictures of their fail-ness. Maybe I should start editing those photos now.... Also, on Thursday, I was really sick. I had a cold that was shadowing over me and even at the moment it is trying to keep me down. On Saturday, I help my mom clean two houses and one house had a lot of dust in it and all the dust really got to me. So ever since Saturday, I've been having difficulty breathing and stuff. It's not cool, but I'll be alright.
I've had the Glee cover of "Cough Syrup" in my head for the past week or so. I've had it on repeat for the past few days and I regret nothing. :)
On another note, on Monday night at the WCCHE art show, I won first and second prize in the photography category. I guess that's big news.
Have a good week everyone!

Up to Date

I haven't blogged recently because well, I've been working on my presentation the day we were assigned to do a speech-presentation-thing. Meaning, I've been awake for so it seems 3 weeks. Lovely stuff, AMIRITE. What some of you may know, I have a sad addiction to cupcakes. Oh yes. Cupcakes. The love of my life, well, actually no. Sherlock is the love of my life. But back to cupcakes! A couple days ago with my photography class, we all went to this little dandy pastry store that has incredible cupcakes that are amazing in every way. I have been there a few times and they let me take photos with their knowing, but this time they wouldn't. As soon as we had our cameras out, the manager told us that we couldn't take photos and nearly kicked us out because we wanted to take photos. As much as I wanted to back hand that woman, I didn't. Because I'm a (slightly) nice person that doesn't want to bruise peoples faces with my pimp hand. Since she was ever so slightly sweet as cupcakes, she let the class take photos anyway. Such a bro.

                                                     Lemon cupcakes, white icing, and a lemon center. aaww yis.

I've fallen in love, fallen in love, fallen in looooovve with Sherlock Hooolllmeesss. BUT you already knew that so that's not any news at all.

For Valentine's Day at Homelink, the Japanese class has come up with a "Hugs and Kisses" thing where you make a valentine card thing and have someone deliver it for you on either Tuesday or Thursday. The fun part is that you can have someone sing to that person when they deliver the Valentine. The best part? I get to sing and embarrass people in the middle of class, holding their hand, and singing out of key. Their reaction? Priceless. This morning during a literature class, I had to sing for someone, which is normal, but I wanted to try out a different song than from the ones that are on the sheet(we get a sheet with little quirky songs on it and we pick which ones to sing). I chose to use the song "I want to Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles, which is one of my favorites, actually. After I distributed the other valentines, I went over to them, got down on one knee, and sang my heart out. They turned bright red and started scooch back slowly in their chair. Embarrassing someone? Check. Doing my job? Check. Having fun? Major check. I heard their face was red the rest of the class, too!



Your argument is invalid.

I turned 16. My best friend to town for a couple days and left. I found love with Mark Gatiss(Godtiss). Supernatural is slowly but surely scaring the living daylights out of me. My parents know how to throw a party. John Green is amazing at writing books. I think Martin Freeman should have won all the awards.

Comment and tell me what you like most about Valentine's Day! I like the dorky cards and half off candy. :)

Sherlock Anonymous

I have now realized that my love for BBC Sherlock is too much and is now almost ridiculously "hilarious to watch" and to some it's also called "obsessive". Wait, WHAT. No. My love for Sherlock is just like how every single one of my friends likes Doctor Who and Supernatural, they love it and enjoy each and every moment of it.... and maybe learn every line to every episode and keep a journal about the show to keep tabs just in case they forget something BUT other than they're totally "normal"! I should create the one and only Sherlock Anonymous, but then again who would want to go to the meetings? Sherlock is amazing in practically every way. Sherlock has Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes. Benedict is going to be the villain in the new Star Trek movie and is also going to be in The Hobbit movie. Martin Freeman who portrays John Watson, is going to be in The Hobbit movie, playing the lead Bilbo Baggins.
I MUST  say something that includes spoilers, but then again, if you've read all of the tales of Sherlock Holmes, this won't spoil a thing for you. In the second season, last episode, after Moriarty frames Sherlock and has everyone believe that Sherlock is a fake and Moriarty is just an actor he hired, *spoilers* Moriarty kills himself which puts the most beloved Mrs. Hudson and the adorable admirable John Watson in quite a lot of danger. Moriarty has snipers hidden and the only way to stop them is if Sherlock jumps off a building. Sherlock steps up on the ledge, looking down, John then arrives by taxi and Sherlock calls him telling him not to come up. Confused, John stays on the phone with Sherlock on the ground, waiting to see what Sherlock will do. Sherlock then tells John that he is a fraud and what everything he told John was fake and he made it all up. Sherlock then falls to his death, John tries to get to Sherlock because if you didn't know, John is a doctor.(Not The Doctor though) Tries to get to him, can't because of people blocking his way, Sherlock is sent off and is dead, they have the funeral a couple days later and stuff. Mrs. Hudson(Gosh, I love that lady) and John visit his grave, which is actually very pretty. They say a couple things, John says to the grave "The thing you could do right now... is not be dead." Once you thought the episode was over, you see Sherlock in the shadows watching John. A massive amount of tumblr had posts saying "I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK" and "ALL MY CREEEYYYSSSS SHERLOCK", and my personal favorite, this gif:

It's Benedict Cumberbatch being angry at famous Doctor Who and Sherlock writer, Steven Moffat. Moffat is a troll and loves it when he drives fan over the edge because of something that he wrote in a show. Last time he drove people crazy, it was when no one knew who River Song was in Doctor Who. There's another writer though, Mark Gatiss, who people have nicknamed "Mark Godtiss" because he's such a beast writer that loves the fans of the shows. Nowadays, people think that they're trying to make the most loved consulting detectives, homosexual lovers. BUT that is quite impossible because Sherlock is supposed to be asexual or in love with Irene and John gets married... to a woman(Shocking, I know). Sherlock has to be one of the best shows I've ever seen and it honestly passes up Doctor Who. It's beautifully written, directed, and you can tell that Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss with the whole crew really put much effort into the show. Brilliant. Brilliant. Brilliant. Sorry if this post is just jumbley-wumbley words that look as if they have any importance of some sorts.

                                                            Watson and Holmes. Ship it. SHIP IT.

Wisdom Teeth

Last Friday around 9am, I had to go and get my wisdom teeth taken out. Only my top wisdom teeth though, just because a couple years ago when I was 12, I had a surgery done on my teeth and I had to get my bottom wisdom teeth taken out while they did other things that I can not remember. Since I've done oral surgeries more than once, I knew how it went and yet I was still terrified for some reason. The nurse(who was really sweet), put the mask over me so I could inhale and exhale the gas that makes you feel all wibbley wobbley and all that jazz. Just even the thought of that stuff makes me shudder, and yes, I hate it just that much and I never want to think about it ever EVER again. I drifted to a light sleep, where I could still talk and move my arms. My surgeon came in the room, and he's done pretty much most of my oral surgeries with a friendly "hello", then inserting the dreaded needle into my arm. Okay, one thing, I hate needles. I think I'd rather scream and run 3 miles than have someone put a needle in my arm. But I guess it was okay since he put numbing stuff on my arm before he inserted the dreaded needle. After that, a small, single tear arose from my eye and off I was in the mystical land of sleep. 

When I woke up, the nurse moved me into the "recovery room" where you pretty much just lay there on a reclined chair and sleep or something. My parents talked to the nurse and surgeon, and since I was sorta really tired and trying to recover from being out for so long, I didn't know what they were saying. Lovely stuff., huh? We left and I dove head first into my Mom's small Nissan car and fell fast asleep with the gauze in my mouth. We reached home and I immediately went in my room and fell asleep again and my mom woke me up to change the gauze every hour. Hours later, I felt as if the surgery had never even happened. And today, I'm walking around and doing whatever I did before except I'm eating less and taking some medication.(speaking of which.... I should probably take some now.) 

So. If you're wondering how bad it hurts when you get your wisdom teeth out, it doesn't. If you're out unconscious you're going to feel nothin' at all and remember to take your pain killers unless you're weird and like pain or something. 

Anyway, I have another thing to talk about. My camera, Alaska, is going to the Canon Camera Hospital. Tegan, my 50mm lens won't come off, and on Thursday during lunch, my parents took me to 2 Creve Ceour Camera places to see if she could be fixed, and she can not. I must say that Thursday was probably the most frustrating and stressful day. I hope Alaska and Tegan will be okay. :(

This is what my camera looks like with the 50mm lens on it. 

Forever Yours

"Forever Yours" by Alex Day is probably one of the best songs I've heard in today's music. Alex Day aka Nerimon from Youtube is trying to be the first unsigned artist to get to the Christmas #1 on any charts. So far, he's made it up to #4 on the UK Charts and #25 on the US charts.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOW2eEz9cYk

He has other versions of "Forever Yours" like "Charlie Went Mad Remix", the original demo version, the live piano version, an all-vocal version(my favorite other than the original!), a dramatic reading of the song by BillTv, and more! All the money that Alex gets from the song purchases goes to a charity called World Vision. I have a question for you, why haven't you bought "Forever Yours" yet?

Here's a link to the rest of the remixes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUbeDbG8Q-o&feature=list_related&playnext=1&list=SP4FE23FD665BD8F2A

Keep calm and DFTBA!

Chicago Tardiscon

One of the greatest weekends I've ever had! Let's hit the bad part. Thanksgiving. I don't mind holidays that much, but at times, I really wish I wasn't there and I was somewhere else. My family goes to my grandparents house every year, but this year, since my brother is in the airforce and he's down in Texas, they went to go see him. I had a choice of going down to Texas and seeing my brother or going to Chicago Tardiscon with friends and meet Benjamin "Red Lightning" Cook, or stay home and do nothing. Well, I decided to go to Chicago Tardis and I'm super glad that I went. The six hour drive wasn't as bad as I thought because after I finished a book, I had time to sleep and be awkwardly social and stuff. The last time I went to Chicago, I was on my way to England with my class so I was expecting us to hit a few places that I went to previously(like The Bean XD).

On Friday, we arrived around 1 which was earlier than when we were supposed to be there, but our room was already ready for us so it was fine. The room that the girls had, was really nice, and I take it that the boys room was nice as well.. I didn't dare go in there. Everyone wandered around the convention and panels were going on with the Peter Davidson, who was the Fifth Doctor, and Janet Fielding, who was one of the Fifth Doctor's companions, Tegan. I didn't get to meet Peter Davidson or Janet Fielding, but I got photos of them and went to one of their panels together. They seemed like really fun people to hang out with and meet. After a couple hours, we went to the Target that was right next to the hotel and bought random things like bottled water and sticky notes. When we came back to the hotel room, there was nothing to do so Camille made a TARDIS(Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) out of blue and yellow-ish white sticky notes which turned out fantabulously and we could see it from the parking lot! While Camille was doing that, Me and Mrs. Keifer were skyping some friends that couldn't make it to Chicago Tardiscon. We were all having laughing fits for 2 hours with them and that was so much fun talking to them and their randomness. After a couple hours, everyone signed off and we noticed it wasn't too late, so we went downstairs and got autographs from Benjamin Cook. Benjamin who? Benjamin Cook is a Doctor Who journalist that has interviewed the stars of Doctor Who and he's been working for the official Doctor Who magazine since he was 13 and he's now 29-ish. I have to say, he is probably my favorite celebrity-person because he is just that awesome and cooler than the bees knees.

                                                         The TARDIS and the Dalek in sticky notes! Thanks, Camille!

On Saturday, we walked around the vendors room and went to target a few times just to do nothing and whatnot. When my little group of friends walked around the convention, we stumbled upon fantastic cosplayers that have been to much bigger conventions and have done their own major panels. Fantastic people with fantastic cosplays. We didn't really do much, but there was a wedding reception going on with LOADS of dancing and my little group of friends were invited to it! Instead, we wandered around the hotel(in the wee late hours) and danced with a real Dalek, then looked for Benjamin Cook who had just got back from the Bean and dinner with Mark Sheppard. We found him, showed him the Dalek and the Tardis(and Kalli wrote "Ben! <3" in large letters above it), he obviously loved it. We then summoned the courage to ask him for photos, and yes, we did.

                                              This is the best photo that was taken with him. Luther and Benjamin Cook

                                                       Everyone with Benjamin Cook!



When he left, we had nothing else to do, so we wanted to go to see the Bean. It took us 2-3 hours to find the car keys which were in a pants pocket on the floor the whole time. We ventured out around 3:30 in the morning to go to the mystical Bean. The people that were with me had never been to the Bean, so I practically had to drag them. KIDDING... kind of. We had our fun of random photo taking and laughing, prancing around the beautiful Bean until the security guard came up to us saying that the park closed at 11pm and opened 7 am or so. Much to our surprise, we laughed and went to 7-11 where we got drinks and whatnots to have and walked around the sleeping city. We saw people with their luggage wandering the streets(not homeless people), homeless people, workers putting up Christmas lights on the trees, and creepers (Which we tried to avoid). We skipped, walked, and frolicked through the empty streets laughing and whatnot looking at buildings laying on the ground, looked at random shops(because we couldn't go in). We went back to the hotel around 5am and went to sleep around 5:45.

We couldn't sleep in, so we had to get up bright and early at 10 am and immediately start packing for our trip home. We saw Ben one more time and attended a couple of his panels that he was in, we didn't get to say goodbye, but we tweeted him and he would reply. So, fun stuff.
That was my weekend a while ago in November. Benjamin Cook, Tony Lee, Robert Shearman, Kalli, David, Luther, Camille, Mr. and Mrs. Keifer, Target, the Bean, the security at the Bean, twitter, replies, and just a little "hello". Those are the best things about that entire weekend.

Pinecrest

If you go to Southgate Church and attend the teen youth group called Zap, you'll kind of know what I'm talking about. Every year around mid-November, Zap goes to a place about 3 hours away from South County, it's called Pinecrest. Pinecrest is a beautiful place with a lake, chapel, gym, indoor pool, mess hall, a meeting place, dorms, cabins, hotel-esque rooms, and many other retreat-y things. The reason why we go on this retreat, is to get away from our distractions and to get to know God and our beloved Zap members more. I've been going to Pinecrest for give or take 3 years now, and I think Saturday nights are the best in my opinion. But! We get to Pinecrest Friday night at 8pm, we worship, meet in our "pinecone" groups which are just mixed gender small groups, then we chill out and go to bed around 1 or so.

                                                                                 The Lake

Saturday, you can get up early if you want to, eat breakfast, chill out if you have time, worship, someone speaks, then pinecones, lunch, group activities(This year, we had bracelet making, ultimate throton, and Putt-putt golf) The bracelets that we made were for a good cause, to help the girls in this home that were used in sex trafficking.

After our activities, we had free time, in which mainly everyone played the "greatest game ever", Mafia. I have nothing against Mafia lovers, but when you play for 3+ straight, it gets REALLY old just simply being around you. Throughout the whole weekend, I think people played about 12 or so hours of Mafia. Ridiculous, right? Anyway, later, we do healing, message, and then chill out around the bonfire(but instead, mainly everyone went and played Mafia in the gym. Oh, deerlord, GAG ME.)

Sunday- It's good to be packed before breakfast even starts because you get more free time and you don't have to worry about your stuff not being packed when it's time to go. We do the usual(worhsip, message), then we reminisce about how another year at Pinecrest has come and gone just like that *snaps fingers*.

Even though at Pinecrest, you have your pros and cons:

Pros: Awesome food, gorgeous lake, friends, bonfires, getting closer to God, and just the fact that you can hang out somewhere other than at someone's house and chill out is awesome just by itself. Oh, and pranks.

Cons: Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, oh, and did I mention Mafia? I'm kidding(but not really). Friends, the defeat of pranks, distractions of phones and ipods and whatever, and just feeling alone since you're so far away from home and your usual schedule.It's weird being away from home.

Maybe I should mention the pranks now? Yes? Awesome. So, it went this way- Guys got the guys, then the guys got the girls, girls got the guys, guys threw a smoke bomb, and the girls have yet to give them payback.
Guys got the guys- One side of the guys' cabin pranked the other side. So, they made the guys toilets overflow and messed with the shampoo.
Guys that got pranked get the girls- Guys that got pranked use the other guys prank, they made the girls toilets overflow, put chocolate syrup in their hairbrushes, emptied out a shampoo bottle and put chocolate syrup in that, put vinegar in the toothbrushes and toothpaste tubes, and sprayed axe all over the girls stuff.

The girls somehow took one of the boy ring leaders' toothbrushes and we put mayo and hair all over it.

We received a smoke bomb from the boys 20 minutes before lights out. Such a lovely present, right?
Our main girl leaders were furious, even the pinecone leaders were totally ticked off! It was interesting to watch the girls crowd around the doorways and watch one of the leaders talk to the guys about what they did.

Anyway, what I got out of this weekend, is that things go deeper and deeper when you really look and observe something. I received Psalm 19 and Psalm 22:14 from the spirit, here's a link for Pslam 19: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+19&version=NIV

Psalm 22:14
¹⁴ I am poured out like water, 
   and all my bones are out of joint. 
My heart has turned to wax; 
   it has melted within me. 
¹⁵ My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, 
   and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; 
   you lay me in the dust of death.


To me, that verse is romantic and it's kind of how I feel when I worship God. I may be wrong, but whatever. It's just how He makes my heart melt and he molds me the way he wants me to be.
I have a feeling that this year at pinecrest is a new awakening in my life that I need to focus more on God than whatever I do with my time. 


Question: What's God telling you to do? 

Restless Movie Review

Tuesday night, I decided to see if there were any decent-looking movies on this website where I watch movies and shows all the time. I was simply glancing at the selection and stumbled upon a movie called "Restless". I thought that the movie cover was simply perfect and (obviously, since I'm a girl) it appealed to me because the couple(Enoch and Annabell), were really close and her bright red scarf was blowing in the wind.

Adorable, right? 

The story is about this guy named Enoch Brae, and he goes to funerals uninvited, he is unemployed, and he is friends with a Japanese kamikaze ghost name Hiroshi. At a funeral, Enoch meets a young girl named Annabell who is attending her uncle(or cousins) funeral(they mentioned it once and left it at that.) You can tell that Annabell really likes Enoch, just by looking at him once. Enoch then gets in trouble with a pastor because he's shown up to a bunch of services that he's done, Annabell then comes and tells the pastor that Enoch is her "boyfriend" and they escape the awkward guy and chill out in the back. Enoch leaves, then sees Annabell at a cemetery the next day when he is with Hiroshi. They go for a walk, they talk, time passes and they fall in love. Annabell told Enoch in the beginning that she works at the hospital in the cancer treatment center, but she's really just a cancer patient and she has three months to live.

The story to me was really sweet and it was tender. It almost made me cry. Ferrealsies. I'm not a crier when it comes to movies, too. I loved the cute quirkiness in romance and interests that they shared and even though it was probably just another love story, it seemed different. Hiroshi was an amazing character to have in the movie even though he didn't really do much except be there for Annabell and Enoch when times were rough and they needed someone. Annabell, she's sweet and she really has no limits for anything. Enoch seems sheltered and he breaks out when he meets Annabell, then he's flying high. 

I give the movie a 7/10 stars for the cute and quirkiness. 

Question: What's your favorite movie of all time?

Dance off? I'm game!

Ever thought about war? Or what if the war was just a major dance battle? I think I'd actually get into politics if we had dance battles to settle differences. Just think about it!

America: Yo, Russia. Share some of your vodka.
Russia: No way, broski.
America: Why in the heck not? You have plenty.
Russia: Because I don't share my vodka.
America: Know what? This calls for a dance battle.
Russia: BRING. IT.

Meanwhile in "Normal Land", wherever that may be....

                                                                             .....he's forever alone....

Dream

Last night, I had a strange dream. I'm known for having fun and crazy dreams, but this one was just weird. I was honestly yelling in my sleep and my mother woke me up, but I only slightly woke up.
It started off as just a regular Tuesday morning at homelink, but the kids in my class were harassing me with a question I didn't know. "What is the third question?" they repeated over and over again up to the point where I couldn't hear myself think anymore. I looked at the teacher who simply smiled at me and asked me in her sweet voice what the third question was, but we don't have text books in this class so I had no way of knowing what it was. With all my might, I shouted "WHAT?" at the top of my lungs, which I apparently yelled in real life. Since I was woken up, I fell back asleep in the same place, but this time I was about to cry running out the door. When I ran through the unopened door, I was immediately at my house in the kitchen but the living room was just a piece of paper covering the doorway. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my mom, and we were doing our own school, she then looked at my own papers for a minute to check on my work and asked "What is the third question?", I looked down at the book "What did the main protagonist's mother do to protect her daughter?".
I looked back at my mother to find that she wasn't there, or more likely, I wasn't there. I was now at a boarding school that had actually pretty decent uniforms. White, long sleeved, button up shirts with a tie, and blacks slacks for guys and girls(skirts were optional). The group that I was hanging with contained 2 guys and a girl, Jax, Leslie, and I didn't get the girls name. Jax had a guitar and was playing just a random song and singing a little bit of it with his blue and red striped tie around his head, Leslie was looking outside the window, and the girl was all gaga over Jax. Jax looked up from his guitar and stopped playing, "So, Hawthorne, what's the third question? Did you find out yet?" I didn't know what to say, so I simply said "What did the main protagonist's mother do to protect her?". Jax just said "Oh, okay. Cool." and continued playing his guitar. The teacher came in and told us to reassemble and sit down so he could finish the lecture. In which, he asked what the third question was and no one would answer, and when I was about to raise my hand, I woke up.

Weird, right?
I have a question for you, what's the second question? Oh, and happy Halloween. :)

Finding Myself

Blogs are supposed to be about talking about what's going on in their life, right? Well, I now will.

This topic isn't really touchy, but it is to some people. Christianity and who you are. Since I come from a christian background, and I believe in God, people think I shouldn't like certain things like Doctor Who, secular music, Harry Potter, stuff like that, things that aren't "christian". People can like whatever, but it all depends on where you stand in life. I go to a youth group and I've ventured out to many many other youth groups. Some are more cliquey than others, but this one is pretty cliquey. I've been going to this church that the youth group is at for years and years, and still, no one knows who I am, or who anyone in my family is. I think that's pretty sad. I've known some of those kids for years, and still, no one knows who I am, but I know them. I feel as if I'm closer to the older kids than the younger kids around my age, which I guess isn't too bad of a thing. The girls are all in their groups, the guys are in their groups, no one talks to the new kids except for the people that have been to that youth group their whole life.
So, since I've been falling away from God, I decided to go to my youth leader and meet with her. Her name is Sarah and I've known her ever since I was born. Sarah is the most toughest girl I've ever met, and she's not afraid to speak out and tell people what she thinks. Since I've been falling, I decided to talk to her. So, a couple days ago, my dad gave me a verse because my mom must've told him that I've been lacking time with God.
My dad gave me Psalms 1:1-3 which says "Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the law of the sinners, and in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper."


Which pretty much means, this person isn't going to hang out with the wrong crowd when he knows that they're not doing good things and they'll stick with God and they'll survive through His word. It honestly took me a while to realize that's what it meant. I talked with Sarah, and she prayed for me. God gave me a vision while we were praying, and it was a tree by a river, and the water was impure, the tree was about to die because the seasons were changing and the water was terrible, the tree was starting to wither, God said "I will send pure water" then the water was clean, and the tree became healthy and was alive once more.


In my situation, where at Homelink, people go there to not be judged, and they don't talk much of religion, but since I might be hanging out with the wrong people, God will be sending more "clearer water" well, more christian people my way. I believe I can make it, and get a stronger connection with God. Sarah also made me think of reasons why I'm here. My reasons were: art, my parents, Lanette(A family friend is pretty much my mother), Geddy and Bowie Avery, Kalli, Sarah, and to make people smile. I, myself, am pretty satisfied with these things/people/reasons why I'm around. I love each and every single one of those people more than anything else. They were the people that really had a huge impact on my life, and they are always there for me whenever I need someone. It's really awesome to have some people like that if you need someone to talk to or help you sort out a problem.

(The play "Starship")
I'm really grateful for what I have and I can't wait to see what's coming my way.

Question:
What're you thankful for?

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

Unlike most weekends, where I hang around and do nothing, I actually did something other than school! Friday, my Advanced photography teacher kidnapped me and we went to a photoshoot with an itty bitty 8 day old baby! As cute as he was, he wouldn't go to sleep which took a loooong time for him to conk out and for us to photograph him. His sister, who was equally cute, wouldn't kiss her brother. The whole shoot took about 4-5 hours, and afterwards, Miss Pam, her daughter Abby, and I, all indulged in a frothy drink from McDonalds as a good treat after a shoot. We split back to Jefferson County, dumped the photos onto Miss Pam's computer, and I scadaddled back to my place to watch "Cherry" which I rate a 3/5 star movie featuring Kyle Gallner(who is one of my favorite actors), then fangirled over an episode of Glee, then was knocked unconscious by the fact it was almost 11pm.

                                                                             (8 day old Steven!)

 Saturday, I decided to see what Kalli was up to, which was to hang out with David and me the whole day. Brendan and Joel were supposed to be there too, but due to lack of rides, they couldn't come. Boohoo. We spent the day playing Apples to Apples, I sorted a whole stack of cards alphabetically because there was nothing really else to do but that. We ventured to the basement to lay on a futon for an hour and talk and make stupid jokes that really shouldn't have been said aloud. After an unhealthy amount of tacos were devoured, we didn't know what else to do, so we curled David's hair, which he didn't like, so we re-straightened it and went to random Halloween Stores. I bought a rainbow bow tie that was on clearance and it's the most amazing thing ever that I've bought in my whole life. Kalli and I tried on sailor costumes like supermegafoxyawesomehot beasts and stood awkwardly in the store when we showed David and Mrs. Keifer. David, failed to be awesome. He didn't try on the mailman costume. Or the anything costume. After Halloween store hunting, we decided to go to the Chesterfield mall and be weird. There, we witnessed someone take a dog doll. It was odd, let's just put it that way. We wandered and goofed off, ran into stores. I finally bought my homecoming dress, and I have yet to get my cosplays for TARDIScon next month. I have  no idea what I'm going to be for halloween(LIKE A REAL KID, YO).

So my agenda today is to finish this blog, write 2 papers, finish a book, and watch the card game.

Now I'm just curious...
What was the highlight of your weekend?

This week

This morning I woke up feeling like P Diddy and forgot it wasn't a Friday Friday and I couldn't get down a Friday, but then jammed and peanut buttered like a total Thursday Homeschooler. After Homelink, which contained no yearbook, a trip to Deals just for a deck of cards, an awesome walk around a different street, walking around a graveyard and looking at cute/superduperadorable reptiles in a shop, and sharing REDVINES(the greatest snack in the world) with some people while watching Godzilla: The Final Wars, this was one of the best weeks. For the past couple of weeks of Homelink, I really didn't want to go and going back and seeing everyone made me not want to go anymore. But then today and Tuesday changed it. I got over the little things that pestered me, and I stuck up for others who needed it more.

I think the girl that gets made fun of is beautiful, I think the guy who thinks he isn't good enough is more than enough, I think people make themselves believe that they're worth nothing, but they're truly priceless.
Brittany blogged about how she heard some girls bad talking about one of their "friends" or so, and they backstabbed hardcore, I really don't think that things like that should be tolerated. To me, Homelink is a safehouse and you'll be accepted there no matter what, there's always someone there to talk to and be by your side. Some people proved me wrong, but I don't care that much.
There are a few people I want to give shout outs to: Brandi, Nichole, Brittany, and Staci. I love you girls, and you're beautiful.

Here's a token of gratitude: a very pretty British boy, and if you don't like him, I can't do anything. PRETTY BOYS DON'T JUST GROW ON TREES.

(Patrick Wolf)

"Sometimes I get emotional over fonts." -Kanye West

Beauty at Starbucks

The other day when I was at my favorite Starbucks, drinking my usual passion tea, a young, long-legged, red headed woman came in. Her short, red hair admired her pale skin and her perfect jaw line. As she walked to the cashier to order, her hair bounced as she walked in her black high heels, her black skirt swayed back and forth ending at her knees. Her pale pink lips curled when she handed the barista her card, her pale skin exposed under her loose white, polka dot lace blouse. She waited for her latte to be made and I kept making my quick glances at her standing there. The sun was behind her which made her hair a fiery red in the light. She took her drink and left the cafe, leaving me bewildered about her beauty.


--Wow. That was a quick ten minutes. Peace out, girlscouts! Ya'll are beautiful! And I'm waiting patiently for the next idea to come to me so I can blog about it~

(this is me waiting)

PS Don't Blink

I'm not really an emotional writer. I write upon false emotions and nothing else. Sometimes it may not work and I won't like it, but sometimes it works like a charm. Most of the time when I read blogs, people write about how they went fishing with someone, or they had a bad day and they're cussin' and all that. I see no point, I write for the art of it, not for the rant. Stuff like that belongs on twitter. Ferrealsies, yo.

Some other things I'd like to share,
Mr. Coffee is the most amazing thing ever in my life. I can now have warm, hazelnut coffee with oreos whenever I want.
Chamomile tea tastes better without sugar or anything in it.
I seriously want to go to the magic house or have a photoshoot there.
Kurt and Blaine forever, kiddos.
Since I have really nothing else to blog about at the moment, I'll blog later when something else happens!

Yours,
Mariah Eli

PS. Don't Blink.

Worry warts? I don't think so.

Hello there once again.
So, today is the most dreaded day of the week. Monday. Monday is usually the day where I cram all of the other homework I didn't do Friday, or any of the other days that I had a chance to do it. Currently at a community college surrounded by assorted people, kind of like a box of chocolates. People working their heart out and studying, some people acting like they're working their heart out and studying, and the few that are working on their blog(me) or just on facebook liking that one random guy that they think is cute's status.
This blog is filled with procrastination and I tell you, along with tumblr, it will be the death of me. BUT I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS BLOG AND TUMBLR.
My Antonia! My Antonia! Where art thou? My bohemian child, tell the wanderers what I have spoken of, the great land of Jefferson County!
Currently reading "My Antonia" for school, finishing up the project that I will hopefully have done by tonight, and then watch Glee or The Big Bang Theory. In all honesty, I'm probably not really like my mother who studies day and night, can't sleep because she's thinking about her school all the time, and studies anywhere and everywhere, at home, in the car, even at the movies. She studies way too much, and is sorry, but she's a worry wart. She worries about everything, while I sit back and tell her to calm down and everything will be okay. It will really be okay after a while. Get over the hump and even though you might fall, get back up.

Write about Writing Much?

While listening to my favorite artist, Rufus Wainwright, and starting on the beginning of my new blog, thinking about how different this is from tumblr, I still have time to think about what other bloggers have gone on through this same process of the beginnings of a new blog. On tumblr, you can write, post pictures, post GIFS, audio, whatever you'd like to post, but on here, it's kind of different. No GIFS, yes, you can post pictures, but there isn't any "reblogging" or "like", "following", et cetera. 

On blogspot.com, it's post a picture or two and write your itty bitty heart out. 

So, here I am, writing my itty bitty heart out. 

I write a mix of everything, and almost everything I've ever "written" is typed on this laptop that I'm typing on right now. Scripts, regular screen plays, poems, diary entries, short stories, fanfiction. Even though it's not really writing, photography should be counted as writing since a picture is worth a thousand words and they make you feel emotions just like when you write a poem about how the cool breeze breathes against your skin in a field with grass up to your knees. A painting, how simple, the movement of a brush specifies how the painter kissed the canvas with the brush, dripping with paint. Passion, envy, love, something just so delicate to touch has been transported from what they think, what they see, onto that canvas, and what that writer wrote, is now transported onto that piece of fine parchment. 

When I write, that's my goal; to transport what I see to the person reading. They could have their own show in their mind, control the setting. What the writer has for them is just an outline which only gives the reader an idea since they can not see what the author can.

            "The way her long, blonde hair dance down her back, her blue and white summer dress. The way the musics upbeat sound pulsed through the room made her lips curl into a smile. Her green eyes peeked out from under her long lashes to gaze at the sight in front of her..." 

Even though some people may not be decent writers, or some people may be fantastic at it, writing is writing. It's different if you actually give it a shot. :)

Love letters and early mornings, 

Mariah Eli