tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86893961186729305452024-03-05T00:46:54.475-08:00AliCat's MewsingsElle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-10461024399498492692012-12-03T18:23:00.002-08:002012-12-03T18:23:42.009-08:00Annoying Typers... and Koalas! @(・●・)@<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">it's a koala, guys. A koala.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I changed the linky thing a while back, so now to continue reading you have to click on a frakking koala! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Is that <b>not</b> the single most cutest thing you've seen in forever on a blog?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I think it is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Click the koala that is highlighted blue. It will bring you to the rest of this <b style="font-style: italic;">totally </b>meaningful post.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If you reached this post through a link you clicked on facebook/received in some other way, there will be no link to click. I'm so sorry. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Okay. Five of the things that annoy me online.</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">People Who Type Like This. It Gets Really Irritating And Don't Tell Me It's Easy To Do Because Just Typing This Is Very Annoying To Me.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">PEOPLE WHO TYPE IN ALL CAPS</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">or use a frakking huge frakking font because they're poops.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">People who overreact, both physically and verbally, to things that I do and say.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">ppl who typ n chtspk. it rly anoys me & i hte it soooooo mch. specly cz thy stl pt lts of os on thr sos.<br />{Translation: People who type in chatspeak. It really annoys me and I hate it so much. Especiallt because they still put lots of 'o's on their 'so's}</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">People with bad grammar whether its run on sentences or incorrect punctuation or sentence fragments. Because it irks me tremendously.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Okay. Now, you see how annoyed I get by everything. I didn't even include spelling. I could go on and on about spelling, make a whole blog post, make a whole blog, even. It's on the internet. There's frakking spell check.</span></div>
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Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-71945391436001148632012-11-27T15:51:00.005-08:002012-11-27T15:51:45.614-08:00The Dance of The Snowflake<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So... in English class, each day we have a daily 'journal prompt' on the board. Some people write their journals replying to the prompt. Some people use it to spark their own, similar ideas, and some people write about totally different things that are unrelated in any way.</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today's prompt was to describe the first snowfall of the season.</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No, I didn't do it. Instead, I wrote a poem that I want to share with you now. I'm only doing this after much pleading from my friends to share it. And no, I'm not going to submit this to our literary magazine. It's not that good, I wrote it in 15 minutes.</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">CLICK THE KOALA BEAR TO SEE IT!(If you arrived here through a direct link and this is not the last thing you see, ignore this.)</span></u></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Note: I drew a pretty ballerina next to the poem, but since I can't upload it onto my computer, I'll be providing a different image.</span></i></b></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Dance of the Snowflake</span></u></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By me, Ali.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">While most dances begin with</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> or the rising of one, at least,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> <u>my</u> dance begins with the closing of the</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> grey cloud-curtains,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> where I, as well as my fellow performers,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">We are ready to begin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The children below squeal as</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">onstage, then another, and another.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">They begin an elaborate dance,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">intertwining their unique movements with each other</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> some are interpretive,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> others do a sort of hip-hop,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> and many do ballet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Each of us look the same to our audience,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">but</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> and all are lovely.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Now, it is my turn</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> and I begin my slow floating waltz to the ground.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Once I finally conclude, I join my fellow dancers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">where we fade away</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> into nothing but a puddle</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And as the audience clears,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> disappointed by the ending,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">and the lights slowly rise and warm our freezing bodies</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">we return</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">to prepare</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><i>for our next show.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Ok. A few people told me they could find a hidden meaning or moral or something. Could you find anything? It was meant to be about snowflakes. But tell me, what did you think?</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Thanks for reading! I have another post in the works, so it should be up soon! <3</i></b></span></div>
Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-67783660764994333442012-08-13T18:20:00.002-07:002012-11-11T15:10:01.893-08:00Procrastination<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Procrastination.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>What is it?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>It is putting something off by doing something else.</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>How do you do it?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Just do something while you are supposed to be doing something else.</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Is procrastination good, or bad?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>It is bad-ish. It is easy to do, and makes you feel good, but leads to extra stress in the long run.</b></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Is this blog post procrastination?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>You bet it is!</b></i></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So. Why am I procrastinating? Well, I have this summer reading project to do, and it stinks majorly. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And I must do it while on vacation at a lovely place after visiting the best mother-freaking childrens' tale related amusement park (use your noodles here)!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm struggling to write 10 sentences minimum for each of ten questions which will be graded equal to a test score.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">asfkdcjc.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I do not enjoy school.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On another note, do you like the new font? I just noticed the button that lets one change the font, and I kinda like Trebuchet.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Um, yeah.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ok.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I guess I'll work on my summer reading.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Okay.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'll go now.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dum dee doo...</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bye.</span></b></div>
Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-14511362708551669712012-06-26T20:15:00.001-07:002012-11-11T15:10:31.212-08:00I know, this post seems random...<div style="text-align: center;">
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The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!</div>
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Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun</div>
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The frumious Bandersnatch!"<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">He took his </span><span style="color: red;">vorpal</span> <span style="color: blue;">sword in hand:</span></div>
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Long time the manxome foe he sought—</div>
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So rested he by the Tumtum tree,</div>
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And stood awhile in thought.<br />
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And as in uffish thought he stood,</div>
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The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,</div>
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Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,</div>
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And burbled as it came!<br />
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One, two! One, two! and through and through</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">The </span><span style="color: red;">vorpal</span> <span style="color: blue;">blade went snicker-snack!</span></div>
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He left it dead, and with its head</div>
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He went galumphing back.<br />
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"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?</div>
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Come to my arms, my beamish boy!</div>
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O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"</div>
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He chortled in his joy.<br />
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</div>
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Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;</div>
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All mimsy were the borogoves,</div>
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<a name='more'></a><span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>If you don't know me, this might seem weird. But those who do(everyone who reads this, hehe) know that I have a dog. She is incredibly cute. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> Examine the pictures, then continue to learn why this relates to anything.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My puppy's name is Vorpal. She is cute, little, and a scaredy-dog.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No, really, look at the third picture. She is hiding under the drivers' seat of a car while the driver was putting a large box into the trunk. She is scared of big things, little things, things that move, things that don't, things that make noise, things that are quiet, strangers, food, toys.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But she is named from the poem showed above, Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Our last dog was named Brillig. All pets in the ***** household are named from the poem, actually.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So yeah.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm tired. This was being written at 11:00 at night after an exhausting swim practice. I don't know why I am awake.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I shall post this and then go to sleep.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sounds good.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">GOOD NIGHT!</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">PS: I might be making a follow-up post to this soon. In about 2 weeks, we are going to the animal shelter in hopes of maybe finding another dog for our family.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">GOOD NIGHT FOR REAL!</span></b></span></div>
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Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-39061753684535693762012-04-13T17:00:00.000-07:002012-04-13T17:00:12.888-07:00The List: Hot Celebrity MalesMy friend and I were bored today, here's our creation!<br />
(<b>Bold</b> is our top picks, <span style="color: magenta;">pink</span> is me, and <span style="color: blue;">blue</span> is her.)<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Josh from Green River Ordinance</b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Adam Levine</b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Eminem</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Orlando Blume as Legolas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>George Harrison</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ringo Starr</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Taylor Lautner</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Paul McCartney</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Augustus Prew</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">John Lennon</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Prince Zuko when his hair is shaggy in the cartoon</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Skandar Keyne</b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b>William Mosely</b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Ben Barnes</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Alejandro from Boyce Avenue</b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Daniel Radcliffe</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Fabien from Boyce Avenue</b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Daniel from Boyce Avenue</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Darren Criss</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Rupert Grint</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Darren Shan(as the character, not the writer.)</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Tom Felton</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Robert Pattinson as Cedric</span>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-78512902184962655192012-04-05T18:03:00.000-07:002012-04-05T18:03:49.745-07:00Through the Lenses of Life: A poem(and semi dresses too!)<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">I like wearing my</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: purple;">glasses- </span><span style="color: #38761d;">sometimes</span><span style="color: purple;">.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">They catch tiny rays of light and proudly display their find on my lenses, hiding my red eyes.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Their thick black frames, being artistic, take focus away from the bags under my eyes that are only revealing my lack of sleep the night before.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Some may say I hide behind my glasses.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">I say I'm utilizing them to an advantage not originally meant as well as their true purpose.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">But sometimes, they only show my flaws more than before</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">So that's why I wear contacts. ;)</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img border="0" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1233/1233404qbk9fs1595.gif" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><i>VVV </i>TO READ MORE, CLICK<i> <u style="font-weight: bold;">HERE </u>VVV</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Hello, y'all!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I have returned from the great unknown to spread a little bloggity joy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I have no idea what that last sentence means.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Anywho. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">I wanna get a dress for the semi soon. So excited!! So here's what I'm thinking!</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Please bear with me, there will be 8 million pictures here. I'm very indecisive.</span><img alt="Strapless Dress With Sequin Top" src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/0900631b81e7cc59M.tif?wid=180&hei=180&op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&resmode=sharp" /> <br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">This is bright and funky, just like me.There's also a peach color, since the orange might conflict with my strawberry-blonde tresses(poetic words, poetic license).</span><br />
<img alt="Speechless Tube Dress with Tulle Skirt" src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/0900631b81e6b212M.tif?wid=180&hei=180&op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&resmode=sharp" /> <br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">These colors are gorgeous. Very similar style as the top, it doesn't have sequins but instead has that shiny crinkly stuff. I saw it in the store and loved it.</span><br />
<img alt="Speechless® Strapless Side-Pleated Dress" src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/0900631b81e50591M.tif?wid=180&hei=180&op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&resmode=sharp" /> <br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Here's another fun one, and awesome colors as well. It's cute, right? I love the fit, adorable!</span><br />
<img alt="Ruby Rox Tie Back Pick Up Dress" src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/0900631b81e5b1ccM.tif?wid=180&hei=180&op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&resmode=sharp" /> <br />
This dress still has that flair I love, but it seems more... Sophisticated. Then again, this is a middle-school dance. One thing it has that the others don't? Straps.<br />
<img alt="My Michelle Glitter-Tulle Party Dress" src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/0900631b81df8ad0M.tif?op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&resmode=sharp&icc=A98&wid=178&hei=178" /> <br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I adored this one when I saw it in the store. I love the cool colors, and it's just a pretty dress in general.</span><br />
<img alt="B. Darlin Crystal-Embellished Strapless Dress" src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/0900631b81e505a7M.tif?wid=180&hei=180&op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&resmode=sharp" /> <br />
<span style="color: magenta;">FUN! That's what this dress screams to me. Even the model is having a blast!</span><br />
<img alt="My Michelle Scalloped Tube Dress w/ Beaded Waist" src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/0900631b81df8aeeM.tif?wid=180&hei=180&op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&resmode=sharp" /><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">This is just a simple style, but the simplicity is what I'm attracted to.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>Check out all of these dresses for yourself </i></b></span></span><a href="http://www.jcpenney.com/jcp/XGN.aspx?DeptID=71275&CatID=81020&SO=0&SelDim=4294957900~&CatSel=4294926316%7cprom+dresses&NOffset=2&Ne=4294957900+29+3+1031+8+18+1545&x5view=1&N=4294926316&Nao=0&PSO=0&sa=1&CmCatId=71275|81020" target="_blank">HERE!</a></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-79005195699064850712012-03-02T18:56:00.001-08:002012-03-06T17:02:29.426-08:00Judgmental much?<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Two Sides to Every Story?</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>No</b>,<span style="color: #444444;"> please</span><b><span style="color: #444444;"> </span>don't</b><span style="color: #444444;"> comment</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">And</span> <b>tell me</b> <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">how strange I am</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">No</span>, <b>I don't want to hear</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>How</b><span style="color: #444444;"> weird my choice of music is</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">No,</span><b> I </b><span style="color: #444444;">try not to care</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">That you think I </span><b>have a</b><span style="color: #444444;"> bad-if any- fashion sense</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">No, don't laugh</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">At the</span><b><span style="color: #444444;"> </span>history of stupid mistakes</b> <span style="color: #444444;">I mistakenly make</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">No,</span> <b>don't</b><span style="color: #444444;"> make me </span><b>cry</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">And tell me</span> <b>nobody will ever love me</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">No, please</span> <b>don't</b> <b>point</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>At </b><span style="color: #444444;">my </span><b>running mascara and reddened eyes</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">No, please, </span><b>just</b><b> go</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">Please, just </span><b>leave</b> <b>me</b> <b>alone</b>.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><b><i>A/N: I'm not sure if it was clearly portrayed, but there's a made-up story behind this poem. Wanted to make clear: this is NOT an experience I have ever had, but it is a realistic situation.</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/480/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><b><i>The first story can be found if you read all the words straight through. It is a story of a girl who is being bullied. Here it is, with absolutely no editing.</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><i>No, please don't comment</i><br />
<i>And tell me <span style="background-color: white;">how strange I am</span></i><br />
<i>No, I don't want to hear</i><br />
<i>How weird my choice of music is</i><br />
<i>No, I try not to care</i><br />
<i>That you think I have a bad-if any- fashion sense</i><br />
<i>No, don't laugh</i><br />
<i>At the history of stupid mistakes I mistakenly make</i><br />
<i>No, don't make me cry</i><br />
<i>And tell me nobody will ever love me</i><br />
<i>No, please don't point</i><br />
<i>At my running mascara and reddened eyes</i><br />
<i>No, please, just go</i><br />
<i>Please, just leave me alone.</i><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b><i>This was originally called Don't Judge Me, but I realized that I could pick out words too make a new story. This is about a girl who just wants her tormentors to stop harassing her. She tries to ignore it, but it doesn't seem to help...</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b><i>Now, here is just the second story. It is about the bully, who feels pressured by his friends to pick on kids like the poor girl telling story 1.</i></b></span><br />
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<i><b>No</b>,<b><span style="color: #444444;"> </span>don't </b></i><i><b>tell me</b></i><br />
<i><b>I don't want to hear</b></i><br />
<i><b>How </b></i><i><b>I </b></i><i><b>have a</b></i><br />
<i><b>history of stupid mistakes</b> </i><br />
<i><b>don't</b><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b>cry</b></i><br />
<i><b>nobody will ever love me</b></i><br />
<i><b>don't</b> <b>point</b></i><br />
<i><b>At</b><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b>running mascara and reddened eyes</b></i><br />
<i><b>just</b><b> go</b></i><br />
<i><b>leave</b> <b>me</b> <b>alone</b>.</i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>This boy seems to be speaking to his peers who pressure him to be cruel, but also to his victims. This address to the people he has hurt can be found when he says Don't cry//nobody will ever love me, perhaps because of his history of bullying?<br />
Anyways, I thought it was interesting, maybe you will like it too.</b></span></i><br />
<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/480/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" /></a> <br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b><i>What did you think? Lave remarks below! <3 Love you!</i></b></span><br />
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-83930274817500963112012-02-11T12:56:00.000-08:002012-02-11T12:56:36.024-08:00Impressions of a Teenage Girl: Issue 2<div style="background-color: white; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: medium;">Tough Decisions("Aagh, what do I pick?!")</span></u></b></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><u><br />
</u></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;">Over the past few weeks, I've had to make some really hard choices. Like today, for example. I'm missing a super big swim meet because I'm sick. Life sucks, because the event I was most excited for was today.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>I had to send a friend home 20 minutes after she got to my house. Why? Because I threw up. While she was at my house. FML.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;">And, this whole swim meet? Tomorrow I'm swimming instead of going to a big church service that I helped plan.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;">I hate making decisions. Who doesn't?</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-size: 13px;">Yea, I realize this is more of a rant, but whatevs...</span></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-45155406850356868392012-01-14T14:08:00.000-08:002012-01-14T14:08:33.350-08:00That Made My Day!<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>That Made My Day!</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I have seen and heard quotes throughout the school day that are absolutely perfect. Some are traditional quotes and some are things that people said, but they made me smile. So here are 10 of them, I will post more eventually. They are in no particular order.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1:</b> I hate science. Gravity's a downer, and friction drags.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2: </b>Each day, I find it fun to do the impossible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>3: </b>Whoever says 'nothing's impossible' obviously never tried slamming a revolving door.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>4: </b>Defy Gravity Daily</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>5: </b>Teacher: "This liquid is toxic-"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Girl: "Who wants to drink it for 5 bucks?!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>6: </b>"Poof! You're a dog!" "Really? Well poof, you're a bunny." "Girls, stop arguing, because- Poof! You're both single! Oh wait..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>7: </b>Oh crackers, I forgot my permission slip!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>8: </b>"I got all of the books!" "Um, hey, nobody got mine..." "Um..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>9: </b>The funny thing about luck: The harder you work, the more of it you have.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>10: </b>Um... I forget.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Number ten? I heard it 5 times in one class. Hehe...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Thanks for reading!</i></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-38089696787026676452012-01-13T17:34:00.001-08:002012-04-05T17:36:21.506-07:00Impressions of a Teenage Girl: Issue 1<span style="font-size: x-small;">REMOVED:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Email me at alicat122333@gmail.com to read it! <3</span>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-53286776089131546062012-01-07T17:08:00.000-08:002012-01-07T17:08:16.147-08:00One by One<div style="text-align: center;">I know, I know, I haven't posted in forever!</div><div style="text-align: center;">New years resolution: Post at least once a week.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, I thought I'd start off with a poem today.</div><br />
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</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>One by one, the world is changing</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Making a brighter place</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The villain lurks in the corner</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>He knows how to escape</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>One by one the world grows stronger</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>As faster down the world falls</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>So I guess in the end</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We'll still live</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Happily never after, after all</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>In our fairly fair fairy tale world</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I bet you're wondering how this poem came to my head. Well, I was thinking about all the problems of the world for a short story I was trying to write(I never wrote it, ok?). I started wondering what it would be like to live in a 'fairytale world', like in the stories. Then I realized something: All fairytales have villains that usually cause lasting damage to everyone. Have you ever read some Grimm fairytales?? Talk about dark. So I wrote this. It isn't my best work, but it's a good kickoff for the new year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One by One, we can fix the world, even if it isn't fairy tale material yet.</div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-27525303961790406102011-09-28T12:31:00.000-07:002012-01-07T17:02:54.064-08:00REMOVEDREMOVED STORY<div>If you want to read it, send me an email at alicat122333@gmail.com</div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-86985364694690555662011-09-05T18:02:00.001-07:002012-03-06T17:13:22.292-08:00Benji and Me- A Picture PromptSo I found this website that gives picture prompts, and I'm posting the one I did. Hopefully there will be more to come.<br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.susantaylorbrown.com/pictureprompts/pp1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://www.susantaylorbrown.com/pictureprompts/pp1.jpg" width="200" /></a><b>Benji and Me</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There it was again. That dog, a golden lab, some people called it, was in front of my house again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ma!” I called. “Ma, that stray’s in front of the house again. Can we keep ‘im?” My ma never answered me, only ran out to the porch and hollered at it, telling it to scram. But today she held the broom from her sweeping of the house. “Ma? What’re you doin’ with that broom?” She still ignored me, and ran to the porch, waving the broom like nobody’s business. The poor stray ran away from her, tail between its skinny little legs. “Ma, can we feed it if it comes again? It’s goin’ to die if we chase it away like everybody else.” She just shook her head and shooed me out the door to catch the ratty old bus to school.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I got home, I saw the poor dog standing outside the house again. I ran up to it, yellin’ at it. “Dog, you gotta go! My ma’s gonna get you in trouble if she sees you here!” The dog looked at me sadly. “Aww, shoot. Don’t gimme that, dog.” It kept watching me. “Fine. Here, boy, go get it!” I tossed an old baseball to it, and it ran off. “Don’t come back, dog!</span>”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A day or two later, and I kept seeing the dog. I’d chase it away each time. Then a bay came up to me one day. He looked sad. “Girl, have you seen a golden lab around here? His name’s Benji, and when we moved away from this house my da left him here. I can’t keep him, but I wanted to bring him to the animal shelter so he can get a new home.” I gave the boy a look. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah, I seen him. My ma keeps chasin him away, though. Maybe if you ask, she’ll let him stay here.” I finally knew what the dog wanted! He wanted his owner, who I learned was called Paul. Just then, Benji ran up. Paul screamed and ran to the dog, burying his head in its soft fur.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Eventually, my ma let me keep Benji. And not only did I become friends with Benji, I also got a friend in Paul. He came over every day after school to see the dog. Eventually he came over to see me, too. And he always said this: “Shay, you and Benji are perfect together. Me and him used to be perfect, but not anymore. I left him when he needed me, but you came through for my boy.” And every time he said that, Benji always put his head down, his paws still wrapped around that one baseball.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.susantaylorbrown.com/pictureprompts.html">Here's the website, click 1 to see the picture I used!</a></span></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-10106771621829025592011-09-05T14:57:00.000-07:002011-09-05T14:57:31.966-07:00Easter Already?Have you ever noticed that months before a holiday, stores start pulling out stuff for it?<br />
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<div>Seriously, when it's not even the second week of summer vacation, I don't need back-to-school supplies. When I am shopping for back-to-school clothes, I don't need a Halloween costume. When getting Christmas gifts for my family, I don't need Easter baskets.<br />
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</div><div>And then what happens? What happens is that when my brother needs flip-flops, Target is selling snow boots. When I need a sweater, there's tank tops on display. So my family buys less and less from Target, and more from places that know how to read a calendar.<br />
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</div><div>The worst part is that people are getting used to it! But I'm never going to. No, I will not be giving out Easter eggs this October 31. No way!</div><div><br />
</div><div>What do you think? Tell me in the comments below!</div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-70810662872753571122011-07-14T17:45:00.000-07:002011-07-14T17:45:06.216-07:0010 Random Things About ME!! :D<div style="text-align: center;">I have many things that a lot of people would never guess about me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here goes!</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. I am a competitive swimmer. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, a lot of people do guess,because I always wear swim shirts and such, but if you've never seen me, it can be quite a shock. Seriously, it did shock a person. No joke.</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. I am a computer addict. I spend a lot of time at this old thing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3.If I were a superhero, I'd be called 'The Butterfly' and have wings and shoot lava from my hands and control fire. My sidekick would be 'The Lovebug'.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. I <b>do</b> care how I look. I <b>don't </b>care what other people think of how I look.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. I love unicorns. <i>*Pokes previous entry*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">6.I'm a bit immature at times, but that can be one of the best parts about me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. I have a passion for writing and reading.</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. I have a spazzy dog.</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. I love emoticons like :) :D :( --:o)</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. I change <strike>things</strike> <strike>writings</strike> anything I'll be posting publicly about a bazillion times.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">:) That's it!</div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-59822274002934168752011-07-11T15:50:00.000-07:002011-07-11T15:50:55.767-07:00Unicorns...<div style="text-align: center;">I was thinking about random stuff today...</div><div style="text-align: center;">One of the things I thought about was unicorns.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I always wanted one. Who hasn't? I mean, what girl hasn't.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But what exactly is a unicorn?<br />
I think it's a white horse with a horn like a narwhal's.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's what Wikipedia has to say.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"The unicorn is a legendary animal commonly portrayed as a white horse with a goat's beard and a large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting from its forehead...it became the most important imaginary animal of the middle ages and Renaissance when it was commonly described as an extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace.... In the encyclopedias its horn was said to have the power to render poisoned water [drinkable] and to heal sickness. Until the 19th century, belief in unicorns was widespread among [many people]."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alrighty then! Wikipedia knows more than me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I got truly interested.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pictures of Unicorns.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdL8B2wyBSESvNwxCR-Jt_LTOzKDjAzFgdje5Or8t6OcjDbMqHyKBfqavTb37kZLalNuany6YIavHtToNw4PlHArzoLMkisqtDoN1vglbvNJTjQ9TTYSXSIl079HjDilD60iESCQn02Wk/s1600/Sandy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdL8B2wyBSESvNwxCR-Jt_LTOzKDjAzFgdje5Or8t6OcjDbMqHyKBfqavTb37kZLalNuany6YIavHtToNw4PlHArzoLMkisqtDoN1vglbvNJTjQ9TTYSXSIl079HjDilD60iESCQn02Wk/s200/Sandy.jpg" width="157" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lost Unicorn.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0qSpMiwFAlDl7vMYYpUlic5xvvDc25qVJv7H8dnaTD7kBlcSgGrY8_uaDvti6njUl911O6vVPYcGDMWXQhj4wry2FnG6pTb2A-_tzoC-yCKMPqYza7hp7UpDH7jkshgI0X7p8r5QLOc/s1600/Cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0qSpMiwFAlDl7vMYYpUlic5xvvDc25qVJv7H8dnaTD7kBlcSgGrY8_uaDvti6njUl911O6vVPYcGDMWXQhj4wry2FnG6pTb2A-_tzoC-yCKMPqYza7hp7UpDH7jkshgI0X7p8r5QLOc/s200/Cake.JPG" width="200" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cakey Unicorn</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjff_Wub2u2SolOMu8fbWzPxPYlPfyIRP8UecBTHkV-Emt37HtbxfTAZljGqNBTOZMrz_0zmfAA5iAIxWUOiPB-eQ2K1kuGLfs52m7vLkj_4zRpq5Yupw3Umab4phqYmpQnQbT6rFDelJw/s1600/Charlie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjff_Wub2u2SolOMu8fbWzPxPYlPfyIRP8UecBTHkV-Emt37HtbxfTAZljGqNBTOZMrz_0zmfAA5iAIxWUOiPB-eQ2K1kuGLfs52m7vLkj_4zRpq5Yupw3Umab4phqYmpQnQbT6rFDelJw/s200/Charlie.jpg" width="200" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Charlie the Unicorn. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ncmrY7plfhJ_zxrMjLG2zQdoHfUMWb5-dmRcWgJiqvGNbrGN0MUGXnSpP3JIJjV_nScFkt-5s_om49yeangFfbBQfMwzLWG_2VW1gGnmArschZ1qoQ_lAWbTffhx4re7Njpr-jOkGB8/s1600/KeyHolders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ncmrY7plfhJ_zxrMjLG2zQdoHfUMWb5-dmRcWgJiqvGNbrGN0MUGXnSpP3JIJjV_nScFkt-5s_om49yeangFfbBQfMwzLWG_2VW1gGnmArschZ1qoQ_lAWbTffhx4re7Njpr-jOkGB8/s200/KeyHolders.jpg" width="145" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Helpful Unicorns. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMcz2LaU6D9OiwitUmyb8FF6SBGzhQHYYqAaLL_JSChgVbNZ9fdJFEq-KT_13uuodHZDkGm72dEcwbGHFY1UODGqjkianF-1C9kMi766nSc2Q23vy2EbvEhsAOEkFuh1i6CthzArhkzo/s1600/MomandBaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMcz2LaU6D9OiwitUmyb8FF6SBGzhQHYYqAaLL_JSChgVbNZ9fdJFEq-KT_13uuodHZDkGm72dEcwbGHFY1UODGqjkianF-1C9kMi766nSc2Q23vy2EbvEhsAOEkFuh1i6CthzArhkzo/s200/MomandBaby.jpg" width="200" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Momma and Baby Unicorns. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxl7ghJbTRiua8LQcaTpvDNbTSscdG9oWOdAOJ4FIcbuiW6de-nxaSiU-vmCEG_5zUkmsvfNhpIB-A5OfdEtk4CgtifRHtXxkEFTcXIGVFeSy8CTl65jcvnAiJ27egLdmCjVks7MCjUo/s1600/Origami.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxl7ghJbTRiua8LQcaTpvDNbTSscdG9oWOdAOJ4FIcbuiW6de-nxaSiU-vmCEG_5zUkmsvfNhpIB-A5OfdEtk4CgtifRHtXxkEFTcXIGVFeSy8CTl65jcvnAiJ27egLdmCjVks7MCjUo/s200/Origami.JPG" width="192" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Origami Unicorn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">---:o)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Smiley Face Unicorn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They're everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's all!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">byeeee!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The world is my household</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Welcome and come on in</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My pets are wild</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>with fur, feather, and fin</i><br />
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<i>No paintings of nature on the walls</i><br />
<i>The truths aren't hidden</i><br />
<i>Under lies and deception</i><br />
<i>With the reality deep within</i><br />
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<i>At a new place</i><br />
<i>Lies are easily believed</i><br />
<i>So make everywhere your home</i><br />
<i>A comfy place</i><br />
<i> is where you'll never leave</i><br />
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<i>I was alone</i><br />
<i>In this big giant world</i><br />
<i>I was so scared</i><br />
<i>and my stomach had curled</i><br />
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<i>But when I discovered </i><br />
<i>The secret to smiles</i><br />
<i>I got right up </i><br />
<i>and walked around for miles</i><br />
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<i>Everywhere's my living space</i><br />
<i>The jungle is my dining room</i><br />
<i>The forests are my kitchens</i><br />
<i>The skies are my bedroom</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>I had been walking</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and roaming around</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I once was lost</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But now I am found</i><br />
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<i>I made the world my home</i><br />
<i>So I'd never be lost again</i><br />
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This was a totally <strike>weird</strike> random poem. I have no idea how I came up with it...<br />
It took me all of 15 minutes to make, so it isn't my best work.<br />
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<div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-47656393836299699532011-06-07T15:12:00.000-07:002011-06-07T15:19:39.197-07:00Poetry: Pretty<div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Feeling of Pretty</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">When you feel pretty</div><div style="text-align: center;">You're confident</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you know</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or </div><div style="text-align: center;">think you know</div><div style="text-align: center;">That for once</div><div style="text-align: center;">You aren't as ugly</div><div style="text-align: center;">as you usually</div><div style="text-align: center;">think </div><div style="text-align: center;">or know</div><div style="text-align: center;">you really are</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHoZ9twOrtfGTTtfpyY4stK8a5pGDRKgsodrz9yGJaD6Mh-fPFiJtIcMC-AAhamqnpkxxKyKGs5zGcHQEEjXj1J4a2UvTcbNNkOAL-MJWXILIJQ9-lPZ_mhdwlqDhg-SxN7OmDyBN64Q/s1600/Princess.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHoZ9twOrtfGTTtfpyY4stK8a5pGDRKgsodrz9yGJaD6Mh-fPFiJtIcMC-AAhamqnpkxxKyKGs5zGcHQEEjXj1J4a2UvTcbNNkOAL-MJWXILIJQ9-lPZ_mhdwlqDhg-SxN7OmDyBN64Q/s1600/Princess.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">When you feel pretty</div><div style="text-align: center;">You're on top of the world</div><div style="text-align: center;">Living in a kingdom</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where you're the princess</div><div style="text-align: center;">and everyone loves you. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you feel pretty</div><div style="text-align: center;">you feel</div><div style="text-align: center;">happy</div><div style="text-align: center;">and joyful</div><div style="text-align: center;">But you're vulnerable</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you feel pretty</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's easier for someone else</div><div style="text-align: center;">to shoot you down</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rip your heart out</div><div style="text-align: center;">Make you bleed inside</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you feel pretty </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can be confident</div><div style="text-align: center;">And show that</div><div style="text-align: center;">Someone</div><div style="text-align: center;">That you don't care</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hide your bleeding</div><div style="text-align: center;">And </div><div style="text-align: center;">Grow a new heart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was talking with my friend the other day, and she looks at me and says, <i>I found a journal from when I was a kid. I was really messed up!</i> When I asked her what she meant, she replied, <i>Oh, just pages and pages of 'I hate my dad, I hate Sarah</i>(Her little sister)<i>' But, nothing about my mom. I loved my mom. I also had drawings of my dad and sister getting killed or laughed or something else bad happening.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">So that got me thinking. What if I was messed up as a kid, too?</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I found a journal. Not much, but it was <b>filled </b>with stories a couple pages in, then suddenly ended, then a new one started. And so the cycle continued.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not only that, all the characters had names like Nellie Narkinesianalmiothyoulinkjusher or something.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-1168055446031452062011-05-14T14:01:00.000-07:002011-05-14T14:11:28.365-07:00A Swimmer's Typical Saturday<div style="text-align: center;"><u>I Am A Swimmer</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm writing this so other people know why I'm so tired all the time.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>People who don't see me after one of these, I'm pretty tired.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Let me tell you why.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Wake up= different times. Today was 6:00, so not too early.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"> </span> <span style="color: magenta;">Get dressed in a swimsuit that squishes your shoulders(I <i>am </i>a girl...).</span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: lime;">Pack a giant bag with food and clothes and 2 towels, like you are going on a trip to a beach a billion miles away.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Get in the car.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Drive for an hour or so, but not enough time to catch a few Z's.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Involuntarily jump into a pool that feels like they just scooped the ice out and swim a warmup.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: orange;">Swim 1-5 races during a meet anywhere from 3-6 or 7 hours.</span></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: orange;"> </span><span style="color: cyan;">After each race, talk to a coach about it, then dash to your soaking wet towel, grabbing a slurp of Gatorade and a</span></span></span></span><span style="color: cyan;"> handful of whatever snackies you brought.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: #444444;">Drag yourself home.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Do It Again On Sunday...</span> </span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: #444444;"> </span> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZatoXJma8t7QEPjjEtEPBtU7YE-__1NTiViRy2O4u0xO5_oCrksGIUa83lRoEoKJVEOqnJ7rpYx0aG9qgxA2jezGNRe-857fYmoVMImmna2jTCHgwHse9U3SPd4Feh0YgbSWy-4JrT4/s1600/Swimmer1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZatoXJma8t7QEPjjEtEPBtU7YE-__1NTiViRy2O4u0xO5_oCrksGIUa83lRoEoKJVEOqnJ7rpYx0aG9qgxA2jezGNRe-857fYmoVMImmna2jTCHgwHse9U3SPd4Feh0YgbSWy-4JrT4/s200/Swimmer1.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><b>I love to swim!! :)</b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;"><b> </b></span></span><span style="color: magenta;">I was experimenting with font colors... :)</span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">And, seriously, swimming is <u>super </u>fun. </span>It isn't all fun and games, but you get a sense of accomplishment and a <b>great</b> workout. So, please, don't think I was ranting. I just wanted to get it out there.</div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2<span style="font-size: small;">. Freshly mowed grass.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">5<span style="font-size: small;">. My dog.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">6<span style="font-size: small;">.Chocolate milk.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">7<span style="font-size: small;">. My orange air freshener.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">8<span style="font-size: small;">.<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">New shoes!</span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></b><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-24998500108323563502011-04-29T17:11:00.000-07:002011-04-29T17:11:16.074-07:00SunshineShine<br />
Shimmer<br />
Feel the warmth in your hair<br />
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Burn<br />
Blaze<br />
Turn crisp in the glare<br />
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Sunglasses<br />
Smile<br />
Mister Sun<br />
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Grow<br />
Keep alive<br />
His work is never done<br />
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Red<br />
Orange<br />
Yellow too<br />
<br />
I never see colors like<br />
Green<br />
Or blue<br />
<br />
Sun<br />
Up there<br />
In the big blue sky<br />
<br />
Now the<br />
nighttime's here<br />
So I say goodbye<br />
<br />
Bye, Mister Sun!<br />
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<i>Inspired by the recent heat that has popped up in my area</i><br />
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<div id="refHTML"></div>Elle Darklight/Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02689349722910572557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689396118672930545.post-87744590323743721262011-04-29T12:43:00.000-07:002011-04-29T12:43:51.075-07:00English: Thoughts or Not? So, in English, we are studying poetry. I used to be able to, in school, write poetry about anything, all my thoughts. Now, the class follows strict subjects like Summer or an animal inside me. When I asked the teacher if we would be writing a poem on a topic we would choose, she shook her head, no. So, my question today is: why spend all of class writing answers to open-response questions and following strict guidelines instead of letting the class' imagination run wild like a herd of horses, instead of letting emotion flow like a river from deep inside their souls?<br />
<div style="text-align: left;"> If there was at least one free-topic poem or story, I would be satisfied. I raised this point to the substitute who stood in for the teacher(who, by the way, delivered a fine baby boy recently) and, she told me that she has lesson plans to follow, but that she <i>might</i>, just <i>maybe</i>, be able to squeeze one in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I am a writer who, when given guidelines, can follow, but when allowed to run wild, paints a vivid, detailed picture instead of the pencil sketch of a guided writing assignment. This is part of the reason I decided to begin blogging. I have notebooks filled with stories(not many with endings, though) and a folder of tales on my computer. I would have an awesome grade in English, if only I could put my own feelings in.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">So, English: Thoughts, or Not?</div></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br />
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