Best movies of the decade: The Notebook

The Notebook (2004)

~So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.~

Why I Love it? The Notebook. It's every girl's favorite movie. The story is compelling, and, well, every one of us wants a Noah. After seeing the movie, I read the book. This is the one movie that is better than the book. The book is vague and boring. This is so much better. They add so much to it. Allie and Noah's story is cliche, city girl, country boy, can't end up together because of their differences. Blah, blah blah. I'm not sure how, but this movie makes it seem so different. Maybe it's the relationship. Allie and Noah have a love/hate relationship. Yet, somehow, despite their differences and fights, Allie and Noah make it. I think one of the reasons that I, and every other girl that has seen it, love it is because it realisticallyl shows a relationship. No relationship is perfect, like so many fairytales show. The Notebook is a fairytale, but it shows real love. The love you fight for, fight WITH.

~it wasn't over, it still isn't over~

Best movies of the decade

Until December 31, 2010, I will be posting 14 (one a day, hopefully) of what I consider the best movies of the decade, in no particular order. I'm too lazy for that. So, enjoy and don't forget to comment and tell me what your favorite movies of the decade are!

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

What I really want is peace in my heart. But an iPod touch would do.

I also would LOOOOVE to have Beauty and the Beast: Diamond Edition and It's A Wonderful Life on DVD, not Blu-Ray. I'm waiting for the day when it'll be "Blu-Ray... what?!"

Also some books, in Print or E-books for my Kindle would be appreciated.

I would also like to have a couple hundred dollars so that I could buy everybody who is buying me a Christmas present a Christmas present, too. Especially so that I could buy my Mommy the Sound of Music 40th Edition DVD. And my Daddy the Santa Clause on DVD, since our VHS has gone MIA....

Also, maybe a feeling of closure of trust in God's plan for me. If it's in God's plan for me to be at Franciscan, I'll be at Franciscan. Let His, not my, will be done.

Also, help yourself to some cookies. They're most likely Oreos since I'm lazy...

Love,

Katie

I lied...

Yes, I gave up. You may ask, "Why?!?! You were so dedicated!!!"

Weeelll...

My grades dropped. Sucks, but my priorities are straightened out. Oh well... there's always next year...

Thanks everyone for supporting me!!!

I won't give up!

As of today, I have approximately 15,000 words in my NaNoWriMo novel. I also only have seven days to get to 50,000 words, which also happens to be the week of thanksgiving.

BUT I CAN DO IT!

I believe that I can and I will not give up!

I'll sooner DIE than give up on my novel!

Okay maybe not but it sounds really good and dedicated, doesn't it.

PS

Since I'm getting to the point where writer's block is an old friend, if you have any words or situations or characters you want me to write in to my story, I am all ears =)

5,583

That's the amount of words that are in my story, "Stop and Stare" so far. I'm very proud of it and think that it's going swimmingly. Plus I just like to say swimmingly.

Woes of a Highschool Novelist... In Haiku form.

A flashdrive is of
Great Importance when you write.
Oh where could it be?

Go NaNo!

For my fellow reading, writing fans out there, you will most likely know that November is National Novel Writing Month.
AKA NaNoWriMo.
For those who don't know.... I'm kinda crazy. I don't think before I do things. If I want to do something, I kinda, well, do it.
Thus, I took the pledge to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November.
I thought in case you were interested, I'd chronicle my word count and whatever else over here.
So. Days 1-3...
Day 1 I wrote approx 1000 words. I didn't put it on the website, so on the little calender word count thing over there on the sidebar said I didn't write anything. *sad face*
Day 2 I wrote up to 2500 words. So. Little Calender says on November 2nd, I did amazing. When really.... I didn't even make my daily word count goal (which, btw, is 1667 words, in case anybody cared or wondered).
Day 3 I'm up to 3320 words. Not bad, not bad at all.
So, I guess we'll see how Day 4 goes... Wish me luck. =)
Oh, and I'm also running for the Editor in Chief of the Literary Magazine at my school, I'm gonna write down a little outline as to why people should vote for me. Please don't mind it.

*good leadership skills (but not in a bossy way)
*passionate about writing
*teen editor for published magazine
*i am not a ditator, this is OUR magazine
*charasmatic
*i'll go out of my way to make sure that the majority is happy
*this magazine is not about ME it's about other people and their writing.
Sorry to bug you, but if you were in my Creative Writing Class, would you vote for me?
Go NaNo!

What to do?

My friend is going through a messy breakup right now. She has a problem with starting fights, and her BF got tired of it. The problem? He told her he loved her right before he broke up with her. I know, she's not totally innocent. But I just found out that she slept with him weeks before he broke up with her. I didn't find out from her. I found out from. my. MOM. Who found out from her mom. At first, I couldn't understand why she didn't tell me. Then it hit me. I'm against sex before marriage. She knows this. She must have been afraid I'd judge her or something. But I wouldn't! I would tell her she was stupid but then I'd give her the biggest hug and tell her I loved her. Cuz I do. No matter how badly she screws up. Whether she thinks she screwed up or not. I love her, and I wish I could do more. It kills me to see her cry, to be so broken, and I can't do a thing about it.

PSATS

I took the PSATS this morning.

Four periods worth of BOREDOM.

At least I got a waiver so I didn't have to pay $25.

Next up?

A College Fair on Monday and the SATs in the Spring. O.O

Swimming exhausts me...

Exhaustion.

I'm horrified and in shock by our society.

A college student just commited suicide because he was videotaped kissing another male. He was harrased about it and jumped off the George Washington Bridge.

I am appalled that this happened. Many of the suicides committed in this day and age are commited by homosexuals who are exploited or ashamed of their sexuality.

This is not okay.

They are people, just as much as we are. If people want to be accepted, they have to accept!!! I see it happening in my public high school, too. My favorite teacher is homosexual, and a few girls I know have him, too. I was raving about what an awesome teacher he is, and they said they didn't like him. I was surprised and asked them why. Their response?

"Well... he's gay!"

A person's sexual identity does NOT define a person, unless you let it. I'm straight, but that has NOTHING to do with who I am. It COULD, but I don't let it. I don't want it to define me.

I'm disgusted by our society today. Abortion, Euthanasia, War, the Death Penalty, and now this discrimination. This is not about gay rights. This is about discrimination. If that student had been filmed kissing a female, other people would have been disgusted because that is a personal moment and an invasion of privacy.There would have been the people who thought it was funny and would have  Because he was gay, he dealt with cruelty from everyone, which led him to think the only way out was death. Can you imagine feeling so hurt, so depressed that you think the only way to not feel that way is to take your own life? That's how he felt. Nobody deserves to feel that way.

Make a difference. Remember Tyler Clements.

I'll never Forget.

Nine years ago today, America changed as we knew it. For the better and for the worse. We became an angry country, unforgiving and brutal. But we were United.

I was eight years old. My sister, mom and I went on a bike ride. My dad stayed home because he was working nights at the time. Our internet wasn't working, so my mom wanted to stop at my gramma's house to check her email. My mom looked worried after she had done that, but we continued our ride home. When we arrived home, my dad was at the door to our basement. I remember his exact words: "Stace, you gotta come see this." My mom ran downstairs. We could hear them screaming and crying. I was so scared. But I was the big sister, so I remember hugging Sarah as she asked me "Why are mommy and daddy so scared?". I couldn't answer. I didn't like that.

The phone was ringing off the hook that day. Turned out my gramma, who works for FEMA, was less than 15 blocks away in her office, and family and friends were calling to check if she was okay. My mom always answered the phone, but she never had an answer. She kept calling my gramma, but she never picked up.

My parents eventually told my sister and I what had happened. I kept a diary at the time, and I still have it somewhere. I have about five entries I wrote that day. One day, maybe I'll get it published. Reflections of an eight year old's experience of a national tragedy. My explanation to my diary about what had happened was simple. There were some not nice people who didn't like America. They flew a plane into a big building in New York City and lots of people got hurt. Some even died.

I wasn't allowed to watch the footage, and I'm glad.

My gramma was okay. Her whole floor had swarmed to the windows to watch the buildings fall. She was answering everybody else's phone calls. That night, we were at her house. I saw part of the TV footage. I will never be able to erase the image of people running and screaming from the falling buildings. The next day, my gramma rented a car and drove into the city. She had to LIVE in New York for about a year to deal with the turmoil.

I'll never forget. I hope you won't either.

This was in my Church bulletin this week, and I thought I'd share:

MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001.

Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say 'Good Bye'. I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK... I am ready to go.'

I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help.

'I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.

'Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now.'

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of the planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith had saved them.  I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan, Afghanistan. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.

Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face.

I knew every name -though not all know Me.

Some met me for the first time on the 86th floor. 

Some sought Me with their last breath.

Some couldn't hear me calling to them through the smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take my hand.'

Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.

But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day. 

You may not know why, but I do... However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

Sept. 11 2001, was not the end of the journey for you. But someday, your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are 'read to go.' I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God.

 

 

Quote

"I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time." - Libba Bray

First day o' school =

SUCCESS!!

New blog

Greetingses!

I have made a new book blog. Go check it out: With Her Nose Stuck in a Book

Let's talk Taylor Swift

So

I went and watched the "Mine" Music Video. If a music video can be beautiful, it's this one. And the rest of T-Swizzy's. Love Story, You Belong with Me, Our Song, Picture to Burn and now Mine are some of my favorite music videos ever.

Oh and hey here's her new album cover. Gorgeous, no?

SO EXCITING!!!

I have been following Lyndsie and Daniel's blog for a few weeks, and imagine my joy and surprise when I checked out their blog and saw THIS!!!

Lyndsie was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer when she was nineteen, and though now she is cancer-free (GOD IS GOOD!), she is unable to have children. This is Aubrey. She is the beautiful baby that the Brookers are adopting.

I am SO happy for them and they are in my prayers!!!

Little Fairy

Little Fairy

Fly Around

Dance Among the Stars

Do not think of who you'll be

Just love who you are

The world in which you live

Is as beautiful as could be

At least for now

While you are naive.

Stay happy to be alive,

You won't always feel that way.

Heartbreak and tears

Will soon become common.

The age of innocence will fade

Just like melting snow

The things you are sure about

Turns out you don't know.

The beauty of your soul

Will not always be seen

Enjoy this time of life

When everything is right.

Go fly to Never Never Land

And stay the way you are.

The world will never change you

And you'll never become

Me.

~~~~

Just a quick note. This is probably my favorite poem I've ever written. Like, ever. I was thinking one day, "I want to write an autobiography. All poetry." So this is the poem I wrote for when I was about four years old. I played a fairy in a Midsummer's Night Dream and everything in life was just SO right. Perfect. Nothing was wrong. That obviously changed. This is almost a letter to me, I guess. But this poem is my favorite, and I hpe you'll like it half as much as me.

Best way to spend a 17th birthday?

With Jesus Freaks :)

Me, Caroline, Leah Darrow and Alyssa

Caroline, Alyssa, Me, Sarah and Kristen

Me, Brittany, Krissy, Sarah, Christy, Claire, DeAnna, Steph, Caroline, Sarah and Alyssa

The lovely group.

Life in the slow lane

In two weeks from now, I will officially be a junior at the public highschool in my town. AAH! I entered in April, but this is my first first day and Its my first whole year. Absolutely terrifying if you think about it. Anywho, prayers would most definitely be appreciated. I'll be joining the swimteam at school and auditioning for the Fall play and Spring Musical. I'm also hoping to audition for Footelights' production of "Our Town", which I just read for summer reading. Speaking of Our Town, if you haven't read it, I recommend you do so immediately.

I just did tech work over the weekend for Footelight Theater Company's production of 'The Wizard of Oz". There are pictures in the previous post =)

I'm super excited to go school supply shopping. I know, I know, I'm a dork =).

My birthday is coming up! August 21! Five days. I'll legally be able to do... well, nothing really.

Anywho. That's what's happening in the slow lane. Peace out!

The Wizard of Oz

Glinda, the Almighty Director and Melinda

This weekend, I was a lovely techie for the lovely performances of "The Wizard of Oz" done with the lovely Footelights Theater Company.

Here are some pictures that I took with my not so lovely phone camera... And a few I stole from various cast and crew. PS. My sister played the Wizard. She was hysterical.

The Scarecrow and Belinda (The Wicked Witch)

The Three Wizards of Oz: The Shadow, Body and Voice

My sister as the Wizard and her adoring fans!

The Truth

You're beautiful
Inside and Out.
You don't need makeup.
You don't need a man to love you.
You already have three in one.
Your body is beautiful.
You're not an object.
Love is not sex,
And sex is not love.
You ARE worth it,
Someone would give His life for you.
Your worth dying on a cross for.
Your life is worth living.
You are unforgettable
Irreplaceable.
You are forgivable
Lovable.
You are perfect the way you are:
The Divine Artist makes no mistakes.
You ARE loved.
The perfect man doesn't want you to change.
In His eyes, you are worth everything.
The Truth is so beautiful.
Why are we lied to?

Yours

I'm Yours,
My Lord,
I'm all Yours.
Take my impurities,
My fears and my hurts.
Transform my heart
To look like Yours
Make it my deepest desire
To dwell with You.
Make my dream
Only to praise You.
Take it all,
Lord,
It's all Yours.
I am nothing without You.
With You,
I need nothing more.
Clean my soul,
It's Yours.
Take me,
My Lord,
Do as You wish with me.
I'm Yours.
Here I am,
Lord.
I come to do Your will.
I'm Yours.

Are you BORED?!

Hosted by Miss Jo March @ Scraps from my Workbasket

Ten things I do in my spare time

~1~

Read

~2~

Write stories

~3~

Brush my Hair

~4~

Play piano... badly.

~5~

Doodle

~6~ 

Sing Taylor Swift Songs.

~7~

Blog

~8~

Knit

~9~

Text

~10~

Look at wedding dresses

I love Taylor Swift...

"To me, FEARLESS is not the absence of fear.
It’s not being completely unafraid.
To me, FEARLESS is having fears.
FEARLESS is having doubts.
Lots of them.
To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.
FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before.
FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen.
FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost.
It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change.
FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them.
I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else.
And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them.
It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away.
I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS.
I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS.
Letting go is FEARLESS.
Then, moving on and being alright…That’s FEARLESS too.
But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after.
That’s why I write these songs.
Because I think love is FEARLESS.

Book Review: Heist Society

Katerina is a world renouned thief. Okay, she doesn't want to be, but it's the family business, and sometimes you have to work with what you got. Katerina decides to walk away from er lifestyle and enrolls in a private boarding school. When she is kicked out for doing something she did not do, Her friend, and "ex" partner in crime, W.W. Hale the Fifth, tells her that her dad is in heaps of trouble. That's when Kat returns, though reluctantly, to the lifestyle of her youth.

I absolutely LOVED this book! It was a fun, quick read. Kat is such a loveable character, and then of course, so is Hale. Hale is another guy to add to my list of fictional characters that I am deeply in love with. The other characters are alot of fun too. There are the crazy brothers, bratty Gabrielle, Simon, the boy genius, and Nick, who Hale can't seem to trust for some reason.

The end of an era

When I went to see Eclipse, I saw an ahhmazing trailer for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

The last movie.

As I was writing this post, I realized that HP started a chain of events for me and my family.

I was ten when my cousin dragged me to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I went, reluctantly, kicking and screaming. After seeing it, I was hooked. Thus beginning an era for myself.

I got the first three books in paperback and zipped through them. I wanted a Harry Potter scarf. They were too expensive, so my mom said she'd learn to make one for me. She learned to knit, and she taught me. Thus began my love of knitting.

My mom read the books. As a average parent of a ten year old, she wanted to know what her kid was reading. I told my dad about the books. He was semi interested, and agreed to read them, probably just to make me happy. I told countless other family members that they HAD to read these books. And they did. My dad never read before reading Harry Potter. Now, he's almost as much of a bookworm as me. ALMOST.

Our librarian told my mom that the fourth book was really dark. So, we read it together. It was a very special time for me, personally.

I waited for what seemed like FOREVER for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix to come out. We preordered it, and it was delivered the morning it was released. My mom was still sleeping, and I was SOO mad because she wanted to read it first. To "check" and make sure it was "appropriate". Yeah, sure.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night and going to the bathroom, on my dresser was the book. I got a total of 0 hours of sleep that night and finished it the following night.

When the sixth book was released, we once again preordered it. I expected it to come first thing.

It didn't.

I was pacing the kitchen floor, freaking out. Finally, I went online and looked up spoilers. And cried. Finally, my dad just took me to Walmart to get the book. Later that day, I went to a pool party. I told my friend I knew who died. He told me he didn't believe me, so I told him. He was in shock. I thought he had finished the book, but apparently, he hadn't. Oopsies.

I went to go see Harry Potter 5 at midnight. I WAS SO MAD. It ruined the whole book, and I compained throughout the movie. That was the first midnight showing I'd ever been to.

Harry Potter 7 was released while I was performing in 'Aladdin'. After the opening performance, I went to Borders to get the book as soon as it was released. I was dressed as Fleur Delecour. For the performance the next day, I didn't want to go on stage. Now, this is a very strange thing for me. I'm a ham. But, I was too busy reading HP7!

Between books, I reread the series countless times. They were my go to happy books.

So, as we come to an end of an era, the end of Harry Potter, I believe I am also coming to the end of another era: my childhood.

Stuff

Hi.

I haven't posted in a while. I felt the need to.

I SAW ECLIPSE! AHLEJGDJJ

Just sayin.


Oh, and that was "IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME" btw.

Pretty Poem I found...

A White Rose

by John Boyle O'Reilly

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips."

Delete

Delia’s quivering hands were splayed across the keyboard.

Dear Anthony,

She began to type. She froze, a lump lingering in her throat. Tears began to well up in her deep brown eyes. She shook her head quickly and hastily held down the delete key. If only she could delete events in her life as easily as she could delete words on her computer screen. Then, she would delete the event of becoming friends with him.

NO, she firmly told herself. No, she knew that she still would have wanted to be friends with him. She would still have needed to be friends with him.

It was the falling in love with him that she would delete. Or the heartbreak that followed. The endless crying. The ruined makeup and forced smiles. The awkward friendship.

Delia, Anthony and Sarah had been inseparable since the fresh age of five. However, during their Freshman year at Fairview High, Sarah left the trio. Sarah was athletic and loved by most of the student body. Anthony and Delia were theatre geeks. Throughout their Freshman year, Delia and Anthony clung to each other. Same thing with Sophomore year. And then came Junior year. Or Armageddon, as Delia fondly remembered it.

Sarah miraculously remembered that Anthony and Delia existed and took an interest in them. By then, Delia had realized that she liked Anthony. As more than a friend. She was working up the courage to tell him when Sarah texted her:

“OMG, Ant iz such a hawty. And I think he lykz me, omg! Do u think so??”

Delia was shocked. Shy, nerdy Anthony was the polar opposite of Sarah’s last boy toy. Delia knew if she wanted to tell Anthony how she felt, she would have to act quickly.

That night, she called Anthony. She told him she had something important to tell him. He said that he did, too. Delia told him to go first.

“Sarah likes me back!” Anthony said happily.

Delia was speechless. She hadn’t known Anthony had liked Sarah in the first place. Before she could change her mind, Delia blurted out the five words she had been dying to say:

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

The silence that followed on the other line was deafening. Finally Anthony said the six words that had led her up to this point:

“I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING FOR YOU.”

Delia shook her head, banishing the memories. She looked at the computer screen, took a deep breath, and began to type.

Dear Anthony,

Five words can ruin someone’s life. Five words ruined mine
They weren’t anything terribly tragic, like: “Your father has just died.” They were five simple words that, quite often make someone’s life a whole lot better: “I’m in love with you.”

You said that you’ve never felt anything for me. Come on now, Anthony, we both know that’s a huge lie. We were best friends, Ants. You must have felt something for me. Maybe not in the romantic sense, but something. I know I felt so many emotions for you long before I fell in love with you.

And Ants… Sarah? Really? Ants, you could do so much better. Sure, she’s gorgeous, but that’s really her only good quality, if that even counts. She’s selfish, rude, mean, judgmental, dishonest, and that ‘s not even half of it. Oh, Ants. I only wish you could hear the lies she tells her friends about you. Then you would understand, Ants.

I’m so sorry, Ants. If I could take back everything I said that lead us up to this point, I would. Oh God, believe me. I would.

Love,
Deels.

Delia stared at the computer screen. She pressed the button. The email form went blank, showing that she had successfully deleted the email. She knew no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, there would be no happy ending for she and Anthony.

She had just deleted any chance of that.

Invisible is Beautiful

Invisible is beautiful

That’s what it’s turned into.

Being skeletal is attractive

And so is vomiting.

If you’re not a size zero,

You’re basically obese.

Paper thin is beautiful,

So how should we feel?

The average American woman

Who is a size ten?

I guess that no one’s beautiful

Since nobody’s invisible.

I Wonder

Hello There,

Whoever you are.

I wonder…

Have we met?

Or,

Are you still a mystery?

Are you thinking about me?

Do you wonder who I am?

Where I am?

What I do?

Am I thinking about You?

Are you wishing you had me?

Or are you happy now?

You probably don’t know this,

But…

I dream about the day

When we finally meet.

Do you think about me

Half as much as I think about you?

Are you with some other girl,

Not sparing me one thought?

If you are,

Hey,

That’s okay,

I promise I’m not mad.

Because one day

It’ll be you and me.

And we’ll be together forever.

I Miss You

I don’t know if I’ve told you,

But I really miss you.

I miss your laugh,

Your ideas,

Your hopes and dreams.

I miss the person

Who kept my secrets.

The girl who took me seriously.

My partner in crime,

My twin,

My friend.

Seeing each other every day

Evolved to once a year.

Although I’ll probably see you soon,

Soon’s not soon enough.

Blue Eyes

Those blue eyes

Take my breath away.

I see sincerity and

Faith in me.

The questions you ask,

That nobody asks,

Make me feel

So special.

Could it be,

That you and me,

Were meant to be together?

But no, I see it now,

I was just a friend.

You like her

And I’m alone.

A stupid naïve girl.

1

New Beginnings

I picked up the box labeled “Sophie’s stuff” out of the trunk of the ancient Toyota Corolla. Sophie’s stuff. Down to one box? How did all of my ‘stuff’ get reduced to one stinking box? One box. I tore open the top. I sighed in relief when I saw my teddy bear, Cuddles on the top. As long as Cuddles was here, I’d be fine.

“Sophie?” The DCF worker who tried to make friends with me, Molly, smiled friendlily at me and wrapped her arm around me, “I’m sorry that’s all we could get. I’m sure there’s so much more you want, and maybe we can have your uncle get it in a few weeks. My throat tightened. My uncle. My uncle I’d never met. My dad’s brother. What if he was like my dad? What if he’d do the exact same thing that my dad did to me? I burst into tears, “I want to go home! I want my mom! I want my room! I DON’T want to be HERE!”

“Sophie? Sophie, is that you? Nat, Sophie’s here!” I could hear footsteps approaching me. I peeked out at the source of the noise. I did a double take. THIS was my uncle? My dad had been in his late fourties. This must be my cousin. Although I had been unaware of having to live with anyone other than my dad’s brother and his wife. This guy looked WAY younger than my uncle could be. He looked like one of those cocky college guys that all my friends tried to flirt with. He had a goofy smile on his face and curly brown hair. If I didn’t have to live with him, I would have immediately liked him.

“Hey, Soph.” He said gently, placing his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure you don’t remember me. I haven’t seen you since your kindergarten graduation. I’m Bryan. We’re cutting out the ‘uncle’ crap.” He smiled kindly at me.

Holy smokes.

“I know you’ve been through a lot,” Bryan continued, “So today we’re just gonna order in pizza and relax. We’ll show you around. Nat’s really excited you’re here. She grew up with five brothers, and she’s always wanted a sister. She went out and designed your room and bought you all this stuff. I told her that you’d probably have your own stuff and wouldn’t want her crap, but she…”

“Bry, I thought you wanted her to like us. Talking her ear off is not going to do that.” A pregnant woman, who was still petite with a dark brown ponytail had placed her hand on Bryan’s shoulder. She smiled at me, “Hey there, you must be Sophie! I’m Natalie, or Nat, as this big oaf prefers to call me.” She elbowed Brian in the side. I cracked a smile, “I’m reeeally sorry that he was the one to greet you. I know, it sucks. He’s crazy.” She looked up at Molly, who I had forgotten was even here and smiled, “Thanks for all your help, Molly. I think Bry and I…” She looked at Bryan, who had smacked his arm in an attempt to kill a mosquito and missed. “Owie…” Bryan whined, rubbing his arm . Natalie rolled her eyes and turned to face Molly again, “Um. I think I’ve got it from here.”

Molly eyed Bryan cautiously, “Um, okay. Well all the paperwork is in order, and if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call me.” She handed Natalie her card. I peeked at it:

Molly Hanson

Department of Children and Families Services

State of Connecticut

(203)-555-3849

“Thank you again, for all your help.” Natalie said, shaking hands with Molly. Molly turned to Bryan to shake his hand but he was crazily itching his newly acquired mosquito bite, “Umm, goodbye Mr. James.” “Bye.” Bryan muttered, scratching at the bite. Natalie cleared her throat and once again elbowed Bryan in the ribs. His head popped up, and immediately, a charming smile came over his face, “Goodbye, Ms. Hanson,” He said, shaking her hand professionally, “We cannot thank you enough for all the hard work you have done for us, and Miss Sophie here.” He wrapped his arm around me.

Usually, whenever a man touched me, I would slink away, praying it would end soon. This was my initial reaction. Bryan dropped his arm. He shot me a look that I couldn’t read. Molly and Natalie were talking, so he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “By the way, I am NOTHING like your father. I would never hurt you. I promise.”

Although I didn’t want to, I believed him.

Two years later, I shake hands with my principal, with a real smile on my face. I looked out and saw my family. Natalie was sitting down with my cousin, Ruby on her lap, with a huge grin on her face, her hands on top of Ruby’s hands as they clapped together. I looked at Bryan. He had tears in his eyes. He had kept his promise, and so much more. He was my best friend. I had been accepted to Yale for Pre-Med. I couldn’t have done any of what I had accomplished without Nat and Bry. And little Ruby, too.

Thank Goodness for New Beginnings.

Pardon my Higschool Musical 2 Reference... but...

WHAT TIME IS IT??!

SUMMER TIME!

And we bookworms all know what this means... Time for SUMMER READING!

As you can see, there is a brand-spanking new page up there on top with the list of books I have read so far. Currently... it's quite pathetic. But hey, today's my first official day of summer... so no fear!

Happy Fathers' Day!

Even though I am 99.99% sure that there are a total of ZERO fathers reading this blog, all my lovely readers should go and wish their fathers a very happy daddies' day from meee!

One day, my dad was getting me something from his dresser. I looked in and saw a HUGE stack of cards. Curious, I went back later to see what they were about. Just like those Hallmark commercials. My daddy has kept every Christmas, Birthday and Fathers' Day card my sister and I have ever given him. I found a Harry Potter birthday card, a Tazmanian devil Fathers' day card, and so many others. Its the little things like this that remind me why I love my daddy soo much.

Happy Fathers' Day!

100 Theme Challenge

Yo, writers!

I'm making myself a challenge and decided to share it with ya'll.

Instructions:

• Write a piece of prose or poetry on each theme
• You don't have to go in order

That's it! If you want to share, maybe I'll start a blog. If I get enough interest. Now... the list!

1. New Beginnings


2. Makeovers

3. Betrayal

4. Physical hurt

5. Tears

6. Family

7. Failing a class

8. The worst summer ever

9. Hugs

10. First Love

11. Heartbreak

12. Alone

13. Faith

14. First Kiss

15. Shopping

16. Magic

17. Music

18. Roses

19. Illness

20. Injury

21. Dream

22. Nightmare

23. Summer

24. Spring

25. Autumn

26. Winter

27. Beach

28. Beauty

29. Trip/Fall

30. Light

31. Dark

32. Possessions

33. Runaway

34. Admit

35. Deny

36. Right

37. Wrong

38. Asleep

39. Healing

40. Thank You

41. Rescue

42. Promise

43. Protect

44. Fear

45. Rain

46. Stars

47. Doodles

48. Sky

49. Earth

50. Wind

51. Fire

52. Water

53. I Miss You

54. My Girl

55. Therapy

56. Take Me Home

57. Fairytale

58. Fairies

59. Angel

60. Princess

61. Apology

62. Halloween

63. Valentine’s Day

64. Day

65. Dawn

66. Dusk

67. Night

68. Seashell

69. Never Mind!

70. Awkward

71. Hospital

72. Eyes

73. Heart beat

74. Pillow Fight

75. Misunderstanding

76. Help Me

77. Sweet

78. Romantic

79. Cuddle

80. Found out

81. Memories

82. Broken Glass

83. Complicated

84. Making History

85. Biology Class

86. Study Date

87. Eternity

88. Unbreakable

89. Excuses

90. My Inspiration

91. Never Again

92. Online

93. Forever and a Day

94. Colors

95. Forgotten

96. Dreamer

97. Out of Time

98. Knowing How

99. At Peace

100. Ending

The Short Second LIfe of Bree Tanner

Oh look.. You can read it for free... legally... online!

The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner

Finals

I'm preparing for finals. In other words...

I am studying, eating, studying, studying, etc. etc. Last day of school is the 21st. WOOT WOOT!

I am also hard at work preparing my summer reading list. I'll be starting it on the 21st (since that's officially when Summer starts for me), posting my list here and at Katie-isms. ( which, btw, if you haven't checked out yet, you really should.)

So.

If I don't post for a while, I'm still alive. Hopefully.

Muggle Quidditch??

Check this out!

http://www.gnn.com/article/muggle-quidditch-sweeps-us-schools/1095019

New Blog

Hi everyone!

I have a new blog: Soundtrack of My Life. Go check it out and tell me what you think! <3

Katie

If I Die Young by the Band Perry

**** WARNING ****

Make sure you have a box of tissues.

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh oh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She'll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin’
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls

~~

Did ya cry?

Thought so.

Some picniking

RIP Grandpa

Memoriam In Loving Memory Of Carney L. F......, JR 5/28/1921 - 5/28/2005 It's now five years since God has taken you to Heaven. It seems like it was only yesterday. Certain memories of you ... the sound of scissors clipping ... picking dandelions ... your weather-beaten, yet warm and protective hands ... your silly laugh will forever remain in our hearts & minds. To our favorite angel, up in Heaven, we miss you dearly. Happy Birthday! You will always be a celebration for us. Love and miss you, Your beautiful wife, Your children, Grandchildren and Great-grandsons.



Published in Connecticut Post on May 28, 2010

Letter to America

Funny Twilight Article

By Sterling White

Humor Columnist, Franciscan University of Stubenville

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Few books in the past decade or so have sought to eclipse (Twilight pun) the popularity of Harry Potter. I mean, it’s hard to wage war on the scrawny little unkempt kid with his facial deformities and his flashy stick.

But Stephanie Meyer, in writing her own twisted vampire fantasy, has somehow managed to make her particular desires resonate with those of 12-year-old girls everywhere. I know when I was 12, I was still into action figures, but apparently girls at that age long for a romantic escapade with a 100-year-old vampire. To each his own, I say.

But Twilight has certainly garnered a massive following. My own sisters went and saw the first movie roughly eight times … in theatres. Now let’s count that out: $9.00 a movie x 8 viewings = $72 to see an angsty teen try to come to terms with her epic love for a blood-sucking child predator. I can see how this appeals to the younger generation. It’s like watching Dateline’s: "To Catch a Predator: The Untold Love Story."

Yet, is this really love? I mean, how many of us can look back on our high school relationships and actually say it was love? But for some reason, when that love is with undead sparkle boy, it’s as true as biblical Scripture. Sparkle, you say? Yes, these vampires, unlike ALL their demonic peers, when exposed to sunlight don’t scream as they char like your mom’s thanksgiving turkey (Oh, burn! (Pun!)). Instead they sparkle like a humanoid disco ball at a Village People concert.

When Bella first sees this, she is mesmerized. I have to tell you, the first time I see my significant other glowing like plutonium, I’d be more scared of radiation poisoning than taking the time to sit and admire her lethal glow.

But who really thinks Bella Swan (Stephanie Meyer’s avatar) is a particularly bright character to begin with? It seems this girl is too clumsy to survive getting milk for her cereal, much less a love life involving her boyfriend, señor twinkle toes, and a shirtless werewolf. Whenever his role in the movies is referenced, it is only mentioned that he got rock hard abs for the second movie.

Now, I’m not part of “the academy,” but if the most interesting part of your acting is that you worked out, don’t expect the Oscar nominations to be overflowing from your mailbox.

Mrs. Meyer also loves Edward Cullen. And I don’t mean she likes her character, I mean she loves him. I’m positive if Edward were as real and sparkly as she describes, she would leave her husband for him immediately. And who could blame her? After all, she describes his Adonis-like features, his marble skin and his apparently attractive chagrin expression.

First, Adonis was an extremely attractive Greek god born from incest and mauled by a wild boar, so I totally see the resemblance between him and glitter prince.

And Edward has marble skin, just like a statue! And we all know how awesome statues feel: cold and covered in bird poop. I don’t know what woman is actually fixated on the idea of her lover having marble skin but it’s about the same as if she said she was attracted to a streetlamp. And hey, at least that produces heat.

Finally, she loves to point out his chagrin expression. She seems to think this means his sallow face that sees deep into Bella’s beautiful heart as he tries to fight his deep love for her. Now, here in reality land, according to dictionary.com, chagrin actually means: “a feeling of vexation, marked by disappointment or humiliation.” So when Edward looks at Bella with this expression, the words actually mean that he’s feeling a little less like “I love you so much it hurts,” and more along the lines: “I’m passing a kidney stone.”

And when you really think about it, chagrin probably best describes the feeling anyone who’s not an angsty teenage girl would get from reading this book. I think Robert Pattinson, the actor who played Edward, put it best when asked about what he thought of the crowd at a convention. Here is his answer: “It’s terrifying. It’s like the sound you hear at the gates of hell.”

But don’t worry girls, I’m sure Edward wants to marry each one of you. He sparkles just for you.