Saturday, November 14
Beauty Is...
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Monday, November 2
November 2009!

Can you believe it's November already? It seems like New Years was just last month! Wow--this year has flown by.
Let's stick it out for the last two months of 2009 and be the best we can be!
Posted by Writing Addict at 10:08:00 AM
Halloween
Happy Halloween Everyone!

Anyone seen "Paranormal Activities"? I want to see it--I hear it's terrifying!
Posted by Writing Addict at 10:03:00 AM
Saturday, October 17
Tuesday, October 13
Monday, October 5
Power Outage
My power was out for 11 hours yesterday.
It was pretty creepy, and I was grateful when it finally came back on, at one thirty am.
Posted by Writing Addict at 5:21:00 PM
Friday, September 25
New Moon
I'm not really that much of a Twilight freak, but I had to do at least one post about it.
Can you believe that ALL the Megaplex theatres are already sold out? The movie doesn't even come out until November!
I think Kristen Stewart is going to look a lot prettier in this movie. (Although, technically, she's not supposed to.) I love how dazed she looks in the photo--truly missing Edward.
I will publicly, honestly, openly admit that I think Robert Pattinson is hotter than Taylor Lautner. Even though Taylor is RIPPED and GORGEOUS, I still am a forever lover of Edward Cullen--Robert Pattinson.
And even though at first I was pissed Dakota Fanning is Jane, I think she really does fir the part. It's just that normally, she doesn't play an evil character, so this is new to all of us. She really is an amazing actress and I can't wait to see her in the movie! I think the red contacts worked AMAZING on her--she totally looks evil. What a Jane!
And WOW does Taylor/Jake look amazing in this picture!
I love this--they are so cute together...
....BUT NOT AS CUTE AS THIS PICTURE!
Okay, my New Moon hype is over.....until November, that is!
Posted by Writing Addict at 7:15:00 PM
Saturday, September 19
owie

Yesterday, I stepped on an exacto knife. I am now incapable to walk. My point is that there was blood EVERYWHERE. I split an artery, so I got blood all over my house. I bled buckets. Literally.
If I was ever grossed out by blood, I never will be again. I don't think I'll ever see that much blood again in my life.
Posted by Writing Addict at 4:39:00 PM
Tuesday, September 15
Zebra
Zebras are nice. I think, perhaps because Zebra stars with a 'Z', that people don't really respect the Zebra.
“If you hear hoof beats, look for horses, not zebras”
( http://thinkexist.com/quotes/with/keyword/zebra/ )
How sad is that? People underestimate Zebras. For all we know, Zebras could be the coolest thing on the planet. What if they sing really good? Who knows?
Posted by Writing Addict at 4:47:00 PM
Monday, September 14
Stormy Sunset

I love this picture. Isn't it so beautiful?
To me, it says: Though there are rough times in life (representing the storm) there are also beauitful moments, weaved into the other times. (representing the sunset)
Posted by Writing Addict at 4:34:00 PM
Wednesday, September 9
The Titanic
It's an absolute classic.....I love this movie.
Leonardo DiCaprio is a BABE.
These are my few favorite pictures from the movie, happy and sad.
And she is so beautiful.....perfect skin, beautiful eyes, amazingly red lips...
They are the cutest couple....and I wish cute didn't sound so immature and innapropriate here.
I love this movie with a passion. Though it is heartbreaking, it has a meaning, and a purpose. Those people working down in the steam rooms.....the boat hitting the iceburg......the difference between rich and poor people can be so cruel....
Watching this movie provides me with a solemn feeling that you can't get anywhere else, than if you watch a sad, amazing movie like this.
Posted by Writing Addict at 6:35:00 PM
Wednesday, September 2
Thursday, August 27
Spiky Hair
The above picture is my cousin. I did that a few weeks ago.
I never knew I could do this Spiky Hair-Do and I'm so happy that I can! A lot of the time I'm jealous of other women because I don't know how to do cool hairstyles--so I am VERY proud of this one!
Posted by Writing Addict at 7:07:00 PM
Monday, August 24
Princess Leia
Princess Leia: No! Alderaan is peaceful! We have no weapons, you can't possibly...
Governor Tarkin: [impatiently] You would prefer another target, a military target? Then name the system! I grow tired of asking this so it will be the last time: *Where* is the rebel base?
Princess Leia: ...Dantooine. They're on Dantooine.
Governor Tarkin: There. You see, Lord Vader, she can be reasonable. Continue with the operation; you may fire when ready.
Princess Leia: WHAT?
Governor Tarkin: You're far too trusting. Dantooine is too remote to make an effective demonstration - but don't worry; we will deal with your rebel friends soon enough. 
Ahh, Princess Leia. I was her once for Halloween. She's such a brave, tough, smart woman. I admire her.
Posted by Writing Addict at 7:02:00 PM
Money

"Poverty cannot deprive us of many consolations. It cannot rob us of the affection we have for each other, or degrade us in our own opinion, of in that of any person, whose opinion we ought to value."
Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho, 1764
Posted by Writing Addict at 6:59:00 PM
Saturday, August 8
Oh, how I wish I could be there....
Sometimes, when life is hard, when love is painful, when friends become enemies, when parents seem evil, when stories are hard to write, sometimes, it's good to have an escape.
Posted by Writing Addict at 6:37:00 PM
Friday, August 7
Tuesday, August 4
Neglect
I'm truly sorry I have been neglecting my blog. I have a good reason!
It's just that those (^) things take a lot of time to sync!
Posted by Writing Addict at 8:24:00 AM
Thursday, July 16
Puppy Bun

I have never been a dog person. I never had one as a pet growing up.
[My parents are kind of backwards: my mom loves dogs and my dad loves cats.]
But I have always thought that puppies were cute. Not the huge, grown up things, but the small, soft and tender, light barking, puppies are adorable to me!
So I thought this picture was hilarious and cute. :)
Posted by Writing Addict at 12:53:00 PM
Tuesday, July 14
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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We have been waiting for this since the book came out...We have been waiting for this since it was supposed to be released on November 21st...We are through with waiting!
HARRY POTTER 6 IS FINALLY HERE!
I am going at midnight and I am SO EXCITED!
Truly, I think this book might be the best one out of the series. [Even though, yes, the 7th one was amazing.]
My mom read this book and complained that it is all about snogging. :P I had a laugh about that. 
I can't wait because I wonder how they will develop the relationship between Harry and Dumbledore. The Dumbledore in the first two movies was amazing--the PERFECT Dumbledore, but I'm not sure about the new one. (I think a lot of controversy rises over it because he's Gandolf in Lord of the Rings, another movie I am a fan of.)
He just seems....too hard. Not nice enough. Not friendly enough. But I hope it changes!
OH WELL if it doesn't.
....SO EXCITED!
Posted by Writing Addict at 3:13:00 PM
Some People Think It's Gross....I think it's magical

When I was a kid, I never covered up my eyes or looked away when people kissed.
It wasn't gross to me.
I think it's a work of art.
I think kissing is a part of life that some people need to embrace, instead of being stone-hearted.
Kissing is a sign of love, so I don't think kisses should be given away like people give out hugs, but I think that if a moment is worthy of a kiss, then kiss.
Kiss. Keep It Simple Stupid.
Posted by Writing Addict at 3:07:00 PM
Wednesday, July 8
Tales of a Dangerous Black Widow
Eww. It was so gross. I was in my back yard, cleaning off a play roller coaster, so I could take it to a BBQ tonight.
And, when I flipped the piece of plastic over, out came this HUGE HUGE HUGE Black WIDOW! So I tried to drown it. I sprayed it and I sprayed it--but it wouldn't DIE! It just kept moving in the water. It was SO gross.
So then I ran in my house (terrified) and grabbed a jar. [Previously in my life my brother and I have caught a black widow in a jar and suffocated it.] So I tried to catch it in the jar, but I just couldn't get it! I could NOT get it to go in the jar. (It was still, curled in a ball. It *looked* dead.)
But then it climbed up on the side of the jar and went towards my hand. I dropped it and screamed. It started climbing around in the grass. So I took the jar in my hand, brought it down and smashed that baby! I smashed it over and over and over again!
Then I soaked it thoroughly with the hose and smashed it some more.
It disappeared and I don't know if it's dead, and I have no idea where it went.
Ewww. I am going to die. It is going to eat me in my sleep and I am going to die.
Posted by Writing Addict at 10:56:00 AM
Freakin Awesome.

Although I am not a fan of the color pink, I love this eye. I think it is wild, spunky, bright, and fantastic!
Posted by Writing Addict at 7:25:00 AM
Monday, July 6
Happy 4th of July!

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Posted by Writing Addict at 1:25:00 PM
Saturday, June 27
Fire Hearts Eye

When I look at this picture, it makes me think of many different things. What could it mean? The hearts coming out of the eye could symbolize love or attraction. Did you know that when you look at someone you find physically attractive, your pupils get bigger?
It could also mean brokenhearted. The hearts coming *out* of the eye because a person no longer feels love for another person.
It could signify a person losing their memories, or rather, their *heart*.
And lastly, it could mean a person losing consciousness. Losing that last breath, loosing their life.
To me, the fire of the hearts, the way they slide gently and slowly, like smoke, from the eye, means that a person is losing their sanity. Letting go of everything that once held them together, and becoming an animal; living only to eat and breathe and sleep.
What would happen if this happened to everyone? Earth just couldn't take all the emotions and so every human being slowly slipped into becoming still. Becoming one with no heart. It's a scary thought, so I wonder, whoever made this eye, what were they thinking at the time?
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Tuesday, June 23
Wednesday, June 17
Matt di Angelo

I think he is (not only a gorgeous) but a very impressive person.
He is a great dancer.
What makes him gorgeous?
*His grey eyes
*His tan skin
*His smile
*His hair
Sigh.
I once emailed a man that I (not intentionally) fell in love with. He was sending me pictures of this guy, and I thought it was him. (No, it really wasn't.) So I've been pretty much in love with Matt di Angelo since then. Sigh.
I have a lot of celebrity crushes.
Posted by Writing Addict at 7:23:00 PM
Saturday, June 6
Darkness
Pictures like this:
make me want to stay up late. I want to go exploring in the darkness. I love darkness. It makes me curious. The darkness makes me feel alive.
Isn't it beautiful? I want to walk through that darkness. I want to look out in the light.
Darkness is a cloak of cold that helps you think. Darkness is when the world is silent. Darkness is a time when everyone, afraid or not, knows what time it is. Darkness is a place where anyone can go. All it takes is the flip of a switch, the closing of blinds, or simply going outside.
I wish I was there.
Posted by Writing Addict at 6:01:00 PM
Eyeliner

As a kid, I always thought makeup was scary and only for old people. My mother didn't wear any, but that didn't matter. My mother wasn't pretty so she didn't wear makeup. Only pretty people wore makeup, right? I used to think so.
When I became a teenager and finally able to wear makeup, I was in love with it.
I think eyeliner is beautiful. People tell you not to wear it dark and think, not to put it all the way around your eye. I don't care! I love eyeliner thick and dark and I'll wear it how I want to.
Thank the heavens for eyeliner--otherwise I might die.
The Piano
I play piano.
Over the years, I have found myself more drawn to the piano than I ever would have guessed. A few years back, I hated practicing, and I hated my mother for making me take lessons as a kid. Now, I've seen the beauty.
Just look at it! With it's shiny black keys, with the whites inbetween. Isn't it glorious?
And the music. Major songs...minor songs. I myself prefer minor songs. (the songs that sound "sad") I find them more stunning, more thoughtfully written, and more beautiful.
I once read a poem by Kratos Aurion:
Piano
The sweet melody echoing in your room,
I can hear it.
Your soft singing along with the sound of the piano,
I could feel your hand brushes past the white keys with such caress.
You sweetly sang as your voice rang through my head...
Ah, what an alluring music that is...
I hope it can last forever...
I know that poem is more about a lover than about a piano, but doesn't it make you realize how the soft notes of the piano can actually bring two people closer?
Posted by Writing Addict at 5:40:00 PM
Fire!
This fire was held close to my home.
I have to say, I think fire is fascinating.
All the different colors. Sometimes it can be so hot it turns blue. Other times, when the fire is dying, just before it turns to just ashes, it is green. Have you noticed that?
Not to mention the bright, burning orange. I mean, where else do you see that kind of orange?
But fire is dangerous. As a kid in Montana, I once burned my hair with a candle. It wasn't on purpose. I just leaned over to smell the candle, and watch the wax as it melted. Then--POOF! My hair went up in flame! Very quickly my mother put it out, but my hair smelled of fire for weeks. It horrified me, I was only 5.
Now-a-days, fire is a glorious thing. Fire is also disatrous. It has killed many, many people. But I think that's why everyone is so drawn to it. The...curiosity. The unknowning. The . . . thrill of seeing fire.
Have you ever touched fire? Did you know that you can touch it without burning yourself?
I love fire.
Posted by Writing Addict at 5:22:00 PM
Wednesday, June 3
I hate all MALE swans.
Every woman has an irration, terrible of something. Mine? Male swans.
Four of my aunts, my mom and I, went on a walk a few days ago. We wanted to see these new baby swans.
Well, walking up the trail, we see the male swan swimming towards us. (Mr. Protective) He swims strange, he sort of sticks his front out and pushes through the water. We all laugh and take pictures.
As we walked toward the momma swan and her two babies, the dad literally jumps OUT OF THE WATER and follows us! This boy was pretty huge--I'd say 3 feet high with his neck down and feathers in.
Finally, after a lot of slow-backing-away, he got back in the water.
We crept over to the mom and took pictures and cooed. Then came the dad, as fast as he could swim, doing the whole frontal thing, as soon as he found us, coming after us.
By now, my aunts had gone back to the path and it was just me and my mom with the bad-boy.
He jumps right out of the water and comes straight at us. My mom started talking real soft at it, and we slowly backed away. (I was terrified, and making little squealing noises.) Then suddenly, he straightens his neck, flares his wings, and jumps straight at ME!
I screamed as loud as I could scream and boy-oh-man did I run! Instantly I was crying and I couldn't breathe and my aunt was holding me and trying to get me to stop freaking out. (Way to make ya feel mature, huh?)
It was TERRIFYING! I hate male swans! HATE THEM!!!!!!!!!
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