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.