Data Match

I hope I get good ones this year. Last year they lost my data match and I was really mad. And freshman year I was sick the day we took the data match test. So, I haven't had a chance to participate and get the results. I looked at my friends' results and they were some really wierd people. I was like "Oh my goodness." I'm hoping that I don't get wierd people, but I am wierd so it only makes sense that I match with wierd people. Right? haha. Anyways, I could quite possibly find my soul mate. Well, I'm hoping I find my soul mate soon. Of coarse, I blogged about finding my 'missing piece' last time. So I'm not going into detail. Valentine's Day is just around the corner (the Valentine's Day movie looks great, there's so many different and awesome beautiful people in that movie). Valentine's day...another year, me being alone. My mom gets me all kinds of chocolates and candies every year so valentines day for me isn't all that bad. But it is kindof pathetic. Even though I love chocolate. What girl doesn't love chocolate?! I think chocolate is my first true love. :) I'm so off the topic right now.

The Missing Piece

I think the topic for this blog couldn't be more perfect for me at this point in my life. I want to find my signigicant other. Other people's missing piece would be someother place in the world, or a best friend. There's some people who already feel whole and don't have to worry about a missing piece. But for me I feel my missing piece would be a significant other. A boy who would love me for me. He will find me beautiful inside and out. He'd do anything for me. My "prince charming" would be a gentleman. Not pressuring me to do something I don't want to and loves my flaws. I want somebody to love and somebody to love me. Is that too much to ask for? I'm not saying I'm desperate just that sometimes I feel lonely. I'm getting tired of being single. I feel like there's this hole inside of me and I need someone to fill it. As I'm on this journey to find my true love I find it harder with each passing day. I'm not going to give up, though. I will someday, hopefully cross paths with my Mr. Right and then I'll have my happily every after. But I can only hope. There's gotta be somebody for me out there. Just like the Nickelback song says. I'm such a hopeless romantic!!!

Imperfect is the New Perfect

I've been listening to this song called Imperfect is the New Perfect by Caitlyn Crosby. Amazing song with an awesome message. But this song has got me to thinking. Flaws are what makes each and everyone of us uniquely beautiful. I may not be a size 1. God made me this way for a reason and I don't want to change a thing about my imperfections (body wise). I'm healthy and happy and that's what truly matters. There's these girls that go to extremes just be skinny. And I'm talking like anorexic and bulemic. I wish people would understand that it's not attractive when you practically look like a toothpick because your so skinny. And it's not healthy either. I wish all these magazines will show young girls that people come in all shapes and sizes. And everybody's unique. But I feel that uniqeness is what makes a person beautiful inside and out. Where I'm trying to get at in this blog is that you should embrace your flaws. Don't be afraid to be yourself. It's cool to be different!!! :)

Where the Wild Things Are

I never really thought of the symbolism this children's book has to real life. Just goes to show that in books especially symbols can be found everywhere. You got to have a mind of a literature person. I don't really know the word for them but anyways talking about the book Where the Wild Things Are, sometimes I feel like I want to escape to my own kingdowm and bring out the "wild thing" in me. Sometimes I want to escape and enter the world of rumpus of the wild things. I could be the queen like Max was the king. I really want to see the world and explore different things but then after all that craziness, I would like to come home to some hot dinner that my loving mother had fixed especially for me. Then I wouldn't feel so lonesome. I feel once I would escape, I would miss home terribly. As soon as I go off to college I know for a fact I'll be home sick. Anyways, I love this book. I remember when I was a kid my mom read me that book almost every night. When we read this book in class it brought me back so many memories to my childhood. I haven't seen the movie. I was with my dad when my mom saw it with my little sister and she said she didn't like it! I was like "oh my gosh." I couldn't believe it.

Last Night

I had the freakiest night last night. Here I was laying in bed letting my mind wonder off. It was about 11 when I heard a dog whining like right outside my window. This dog sounded really pitiful. I knew it wasn't my dog because that's not how my dog normally sounds so I just decided to peak out the window to see what was going on. My tv was still on and I had a little bit of light in my room. I peaked out the window and there's this dog who looks like it wandered away from home and is crying so pitifully and obnoxiously that I knew if it wasn't going to shut up soon I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I thought about going out there to get it some water and give it company for awhile because I felt so bad for this dog. But it was getting late but anyways I'm peaking out the window and around the corner there's this person walking. And this person is limping and it looks like they were smoking a cigarette or it was probably light from their cell phone I have no clue. I figured it was the dog's owner. So I was standing at my window and as the mysterious person was walking around the corner they pause and it looks like they were staring at my window I'm guessing that they could see me peeking through my window but they were standing in that same spot for the longest time and it was freaking me out. So I jumped back away from my window not knowing if this person was capable of doing something dangerous. I thought it was a good idea to wait a few minutes. So as I waited I noticed that the dog had stopped barking/whining. Then I went back to the window and both the mysterious person and dog were gone.

Magazines

I have an obsession with magazines. I get J-14, Popstar, Tiger Beat, Seventeen and Twist as many times a month as I can. It's pretty crazy and embarrassing to admit. I have this tub full of magazines that date back to 2 summers ago. Yeah, it is crazy. I have this obsession with celebrities. I guess it's a teenager thing. You know because when you are a teenager you're finding out who you are like your identity and I have all these celebrities that I love. I just have this facination with reading these things about celebrities. Just last weekend I got the lastest issues of J-14 and Twist. I found some interesting stuff in those magazines. I'm thinking when I get older I could probably be a magazine editor. I guess because I love magazines. This probably wasnt' a good topic to blog about because I don't know what else to put. I just lost my train of thought...

Ligeia by Edgar Allan Poe

This story is challenging I can see why Mrs. McDaniel put me in a group with the story. I'm guessing because she thinks that I'm intellegent enough to read a difficult story. Ummph...yeah right. I'm not that smart. Actually I guess I am smart. Like book smart wise I am but I have no common sense whatsover. But anyways, I'm getting off topic. This story is wierd. Edgar Allan Poe's stories are wierd. But I'd rather read this stuff than the Scarlet Letter anyday. That book made me want to stab myself. In middle school I read Tall-Tale Heart. I'm think the Raven or something like that I don't know. I can't really remember. The Lillith comparison to Ligeia I understand. I think that's interesting I was doing some research but I haven't found much information on it. Of the information I find, it like repeats itself. I find it funny that there's this one website I found googling Lillith, Adam (Adam and Eve) first wife and the website is called straight dope. I needed a good laugh.

Vampervention

Our topic we were talking about the other day in English really got me to thinking. In pop culture vampires and werewolves are really popular and have become a huge part in movies, books and tv shows. Right now I've been really into vampires. It all started with Twilight. At the time I started reading Twilight everybody started to read it and all my friends were talking about it. I was really into those books that I read all 4 of them in about 2 weeks. That was when I realized that vampires are cool. But anyways, I've started reading the House of Night novels. In case you haven't heard of them they are about this 16-year-old girl named Zoey Redbird who got "marked" and she is transitioning into a vampyre (how it's spelled in the book) and she has to go to the house of night school where every fledgling (new vampyre) goes to learn the ways of the adult vamps. I'm reading the 3rd book, Chosen. These books are interesting...wierd...but interesting. I've gotten really into them. As soon as I pick up where I left off the night before I can't seem to put the book down. Before I read these books I was reading the Vampire Diaries books which the vampire diaries is a really good tv show and new episodes start next Thursday!!! Yay!!! I've been having some withdrawls. But I just noticed that I have read 3 consecutive series of vampire books in a row. I plan on reading the Blue Bloods and Vampire Academy whenever I finish the House of Night books. So then it will be 5. I seriously think I need an intervention, a vampervention. haha. :D I just love the fictional characters of vampires. I recently had a dream where I was a vampire, it was pretty wierd to say the least. But I'm saving that for another blog.

Stream-of-Consciousness

What are our ideals, and to what extent does it seem within our power to realize them?
The perfect America. The perfect world even. For me, nobody will be hungry. There won't be no person in the universe who is hungry. There won't be one person who is homeless. Violence will be no more. Violence will not be a word in the dictionary. There would be no more wars. Every person will be safe knowing they can step out of their doorway and not have to worry about being blown up. Families won't have problems. There wouldn't be any divorces. No left kids heartbroken from the fact that their mommy and daddy don't love each other anymore. In the perfect America, there will be no economic crisis. Everybody can get a job...no problem. No lay offs. Parents and come home knowing that they work really hard to keep a roof over their kids heads and food on thier plates. The perfect America would be like no other. This is really out of the realm of reality. None of the stuff I mentioned is possible.

How much are we in control of ourselves?
That just depends with the person, I guess. Some people allow other people to control them. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Because in some cases people (children) allow thier parents to control them. Parents do have a huge impact on thier childrens lives. In the earlier life lessons, a child learns right from wrong just from thier parents actions. Knowing right from wrong is really important. It keeps people from fights and out of jail. You thier are consequences for your actions. So it is a good thing parents influence you. That is if they're good parents. In the exception when it's bad if other people control you, is peer pressure in teenagers. Just say no! If you say yes you allow other people to control and influence your actions and they're not aloways good they're bad. If you are in control of yourself you become a stronger individual. You will stick out from a crowd...which can be a good thing.

How well do we even know ourselves?
I'm not quite sure. I'm not quite sure if I'm even sure of myself. It's like some instances you might think you know a person but it turns out you don't. They end up pulling the wool over eyes. But that doesn't have anything to do with how you know yourself.

Scariest Experience

Here I am sitting in the living room. The sky outside looks like a yellowish greyish color. There's a storm coming. My mom is a nervous reck. She is pacing the house. The weather is on. I'm so confused. I have no idea what is going on. She tells me it's all going to be okay. My mom has gathered pillows and blankets and some supplies and throws them in the bathroom. Suddenly I hear sirens. Mom then grabs my baby brother and tells me to follow her in the bathroom. So I sit down in the bath tub with pillows surrounding me. My brother is sitting on one side of me, I hold his hand. My mom is sitting by the ledge holding me and my brother as tightly as she could. She's praying and crying. I have no idea what is going on. My heart is racing. I start to cry. I think that I'm going to die that we all are going to die. All of a sudden I hear the wind. It sounds abnormally powerful. I can hear my mom telling me and my brother to calm down, that everything is going to be okay and that this is all going to be over soon. Debris is flying every where outside as we hear it hit the side of the house. We can hear trees snapping. We can hear our front door opening and slamming. The shingles of our roof are ripping off. Just about a minute or two has passed of hearing the wind whooshing violently outside the house. All of a sudden mom realeases us from her arms. She says, "it's all over, but I'm going to check and see if everything is okay so just stay here." So my brother and I are sitting in the bath tub. Austin seems to be crying and is shaking. I take him in my arms. "It's okay." I said. It is taking my mom awhile to get back. I'm getting really nervous and scared. I told my brother I'll be back. He laid down in the tub with pillows covering him. I step out of the bathroom and run through the house. As soon as I stepped out of the house I see debris everywhere in the front lawn. I just realize that we just had a tornado. My mom is on the phone describing the damage. I assume it was my grandma or somebody. I see our shingles cover the backyard. Our neighbors tree was snapped in half and in their yard. My mom notices I'm outside and runs in the house to company my brother who was sitting in the bathroom alone. He was screaming bloody murder. I rush to my mom. She just sat my brother in the living room, gave him a kiss on the cheek and she turns around and hugs me. "I'm so glad we're safe." She finally says.