Unfortunate Anecdotes of My Life

This will be short and sweet.

Today I had a final test for my ballet course at school. The question was name two famous ballet dancers or choreographers. I know at least two but was having a really difficult time coming up with the names, they were on the tip of my tongue but just would not make an appearance on the page! I knew the ballerina's name started with a P and was some sort of Russian or Czech sounding name. So I started saying a bunch of names I knew starting with P...Palestrina, Peder, Pavlov...

The first is a composer, the second a cousin of one of my friends, the third a behavioral psychologist who conditioned dogs using certain stimuli. I kind of made something up and handed in my test. Later I googled famous ballerinas to find out what the name was. Sadly, as you may have guessed by now it was Pavlova. Wouldn't you have thought that thinking 'Pavlov' would have rung the bell for memory? Ironically Pavlov was the psychologist who conditioned animals to salivate at the sound of a bell or via other stimuli, the sound would trigger a memory or sensation and the correct response of drooling was brought forth. This trigger failed me to remember that the name I was searching for was this psychologist's name plus an 'a' on the end. FAIL.

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Comfort Things

When I'm stressed I like to be comfortable. If my life sucks at least let me feel comfortable while getting no sleep and failing a test. I don't care how ugly you think Crocs are, they save my life every time I spend six hours in the photo lab developing my film and photos, all of which must pretty much be done standing up. Give me my sweatpants on an early morning day of class, I'll shower and change afterwards. I want a nice cup of tea with honey and a biscuit or cookie if I'm up late trying to concentrate, or if I'm stressing out and need sleep. Things that offer comfort will always be something that is sought after, not always available but highly sought after. Like plumbers, they have recession-proof jobs. Everyone poops.

One of my most comfortable and relaxing things I like to do while studying is have a coffee or tea beverage and something to snack on. And if I'm at home, a blanket and lots of pillows-I LOVE pillows. My house will be full of them! The coffee perks up your spirit and focuses your brain, the snack gives you sustenance, and the blankets and pillows hold you up when you accidentally fall asleep.

Another thing that is essential to studying is classical music. Sometimes I you do need silence but if you like classical music to begin with it'll probably work. I like listening to the radio because along with the music there is the pause in between songs where the host says something, which breaks up the music if it it's becoming monotonous. I also like the radio instead of iTunes for classical music because it's not directly coming from in front of me and the radio I have is not in arms reach of where I study so I don't have to worry about changing the song or choosing a play order or adjusting the volume. The radio has this wonderful thing that happens during classical music too, although the sound is clear and not muffled there is a softer white noise that comes through and acts as a balancer and drowns out all the tiny sounds that are easily noticeable through your computer like page turns. It's just the tiniest bit far away sounding too, like you're really listening to a lie recording from seats you can only afford because you get a student discount.

On the note of pillows, here are some one's I adore!

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Busiest Time of the Year

April has always been infamously busy and stressful for me, there are so many things that happen in this month that refuse to be spread out amongst the rest of the year. Like for example, birthdays of family members and friends on the 17, 20, 23, 25, 29th, and going into May, the 3, 5, and 7th. April is also the start of the end of spring semester and the end of school, the time when interviews happen for internships and summer jobs, when papers are starting to be due, seniors are getting ready to graduate, final tests start happening, projects are due, etc., etc. Not to mention that from the age of three until 18 I was involved in a spring figure skating show every year on the weekend of my birthday complete with rehearsals, then dress rehearsals, and three days of actual shows. Ah! Now it's mainly just the school stuff, I don't do the skating thing anymore.

But basically this time is like "AH!" for me. Well, like tonight it's already 12:41am and I still have yet to start my actual homework for the night. Not because I procrastinated but because I just haven't had time to start any of it. I've been working on the last bits of previous homework. My mistake was to take a breather over the weekend, those are always dangerous! I'm having people over to my house tomorrow so I had to completely clean and sweep my room for that, and tomorrow I'll pick up the rest of the house. Whenever I clean I always end up getting rid of stuff and finding long lost things from the previous three years or so, it's rather amusing. I also have to read or at least SparkNote Hamlet by tomorrow, study 200 photos and their photographers for a quiz in class tomorrow, skim for my 7:40am Brit Lit class, watch a movie I rented from the library (BAD decision to check it out right now), and I also have to return a bunch of stuff to friends that I have discovered on my shelves and in boxes from moving back home. Oh my!

On a lighter note, if you're interested in a short and sweet laugh check out this site, it has a bunch of funny stuff to de-stress and get a kick out of cute stuff and funny things people do: http://cheezburger.com/sites

Specifically this one: "My Food Looks Funny" http://myfoodlooksfunny.com/?utm_source=network&utm_medium=post&utm_campaign=directory

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For the LOVE! Who Thought These Up?

Some really odd things I found on a wedding website devoted to strangeness...

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If Classical Music Be the Food of Love...

I am a HUGE classical music fan. I'll admit it. Actually I think I've already admitted it, maybe "I'll tell you again."? I just LOVE good orchestral pieces to death, wind symphonies aren't bad either. I think my love for this genre of music comes from playing cello for 11 years now and being able to experience the thrill of making beautiful noise in the form of symphonies and piano accompaniments.

First off playing the cello is the best feeling in the world. You all want to play cello, admit it. I started playing the summer before 5th grade and have played in school orchestras ever since, but I've never owned my own cello apart from the nasty old one my parents got cheap for me in elementary school. By eighth grade I outgrew it but didn't start playing on a school rental one until 9th grade. So from then on I've borrowed instruments. One of the closest I've come to owning my own cello was when this couple gave me their old cello to have. I had it for about a week before they called my mom and asked for it back so they could get a tax refund on it by donating it somewhere else. Bah-humbug to them. But I digress.

When you play cello you typically get the harmonies and the lower register notes. You make up the "stuff" of the orchestral sound while the violins get the high, floaty melodies and soundtrack chords. You always get left behind for a few minutes in rehearsal because the conductor is working with the violins to check some of their difficult harder notes and rhythms. One really fun thing about playing cello is that you basically control the tempo of any piece you play that involved repetitive notes, which for cellos is often. The conductor may think they have control by waving their arms and trying to slow you down or get you moving but really, it's all in your hands. This becomes very funny when you discover that the upper strings all have runs and high notes or string changes and you have nothing but quarter and half notes for miles. Just slowly speed up throughout the piece and by then end no one else can keep up. This is especially useful in first read-throughs where no one knows what's coming or how to play it yet. They start out seeing some playable, unsuspecting, easy passages and then you notice their ability to hit the right notes begins and you speed up. Simple, easy, sly. ;)

Of course this is all in jest, I have also been the recipiant of this tactic believe it or not. Sometimes, just sometimes, the cellos get a brief strain of melody or some lower register garble in the form of runs or moving eighths or sixteenths and we immediately die. Since we don't encounter these things on a regular basis it might take us a few times to catch the rhythm or the string changes. Not because it's difficult, but more difficult or faster than the typical cello line is. Take Pachabell's Bloody Canon in D. Cellos have the same eight notes for 56 measures. And as the comedian Rob Something -or-Other says, "How did we know it was 56 measures of the same eight notes? Because we had nothing else to do but count them all!" On a side note you should watch "Pachabell's Rant" on YouTube by Penn State student Rob S.O.O. It's amazing.

Back to why I like classical music. I think it has a better ability to capture true emotion. Sometimes there are pop songs and other styles that do this well to but not in the way that classical does. Instead of "pissed off" it styles itself as "broody and aloof", or instead of loud with a lot of bass an orchestra employs the techniques of timbre and intense dynamics. There is a very organic feel to this style of music, something that can only be heard and understood if you are open to it. I understand that classical music isn't for everyone, but then when I think of how long it's lasted and how much weight it carries over time and history worldwide, it has definitely outdone pop and hip hop. In the end, the best way I can describe why I love classical music is through this quote: "The juxtaposition of opposites is what interests me. The music I like has always had that tension-a tension between the terrible and the beautiful." That juxtaposition is called the sublime, the ability to create a sound that is so beautiful it makes you want to cry because it is also weighted with sorrow, that sound that is made by obvious dissonance but in its own way is an amazing chord despite having a second interval in it. That is why this music speaks to me and moves me in ways that no other can.

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."

"There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music."

"Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or anything else, is always a portrait of himself, and the more he tries to conceal himself the more clearly will his character appear in spite of him."

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Birthday!

It is (was) my birthday today! Since it is officially after midnight I suppose it was technically yesterday but whatevs. Turning a new age is kind of fun. With the extra year brings more responsibility but more freedom too. I'm not sure what I want to write about for this entry, perhaps just to say that I had a really great day complete with

*a card titled "Niece, you're loved so much" hand picked from my grandpa

*lunch with my mom and grandpa at Baker's Square

*mini shopping trip with my mom

*short day in class

*working for half and hour and getting paid for three hours

*not having to work an extra shift

*some cool loot

*having the same birthday as Shakespeare (I'm really proud of that one, even though I had nothing to do with it)

*seeing a production of Twelfth Night at uni

*going to Perkins afterwards

*52 fun notifications complete with 2 original haikus

I guess I don't really have anything more to say tonight, I'm really tired. Yep, tired...zzzzzzz...

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Si j'habité dans un Château...

I found this amazing house online that I just have to share with whoever actually reads this:

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If I Lived on Summit Avenue

There is this very wealthy and old neighborhood in my area called Summit Ave. All the houses are amazing, old, HUGE, and have neoclassic designs or are just super classy looking. I would LOVE to own one of these someday but unfortunately they run fairly pricey. Probably the cheapest is over $400, 000! But if I had one of these I would put some of this inside:

Love LOVE LOVE these pieces!

Love the colour scheme in this room, I think it would do nicely for a drawing room.

You'd never run out of space in this classy bath!

Oh, and this couch will definitely be in my library where I take my coffee after dinner!
What a ginormous fridge!



And this will be in one of my front rooms just as a novelty piece of furniture!

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I'm Too Nerdy for My Button Up Shirt...

So, every get that feeling that your know way too much about a topic that's good for you? I don't mean knowing about something because you studied it in school or it was your major, but knowledge that goes beyond factual and beyond the normal curve of what you should know regarding the topic. For example, I think I know way to much about the 2005 movie version of Pride and Prejudice. I've watched the director's version multiple times as well as the actual movies and every single bonus feature that I know of. I've also spent long interludes of minutes on the IMDb site "researching" the actors in it and finding out other things they've been in to compare their characters and performances. Some things I know about the movie include: the soundtrack BY HEART including which pieces you can hear the page turns of the music in, how many times they did certain scenes, which scene was the one they used for auditioning they actors with, which scenes have real skies in them and which ones have been painted by artists, what camera filter is used in a certain scene to make it appear later in the day and a lot stormier, and that Donald Sutherland's teeth were considered too white for the P&P era to show on camera full out so they had him cover his mouth with his hand in the scene where Lizzy talks to him about marrying Darcy. See? WAY too much information.

I'm almost to that point with Doctor Who too, at least with the new series. TO be honest though, my knowledge of the old episodes and old doctors previous to the ninth is almost null. So what I know is limited to 2005 and beyond.

It seems to me that I have what a friend once called, "an addictive personality". I'm not sure if it's a real term or not, I should but I don't. I'm guessing it's sort of a slang and not technical meaning to someone who gets addicted to things but not always in a bad way. Once I find a show or a book series or a website I really like, I read it/watch it/find out all the information I can about it until I'm bored. And them when I've exhausted my options for that topic or show, I'll try to find other things that are similar to it that I can get involved with. It's a vicious cycle really.

Another thing that I do when I watch an excess of one TV show is start to imitate the characters in some way. I've heard it said that people who are highly involved in music and are musically inclined tend towards better mimicry and pick up on other people's character traits faster and more intensely so maybe I can blame it on that. In any case I always find myself saying certain phrases from the shows in my daily language or saying certain voice inflections or even doing hand, head, and body gestures of characters. It's not too obvious to others I'm assuming since no one has called me out on it, but then again maybe they're being nice. So along with gathering knowledge I also seem to gather personalities too. It really is a vicious, vicious cycle.

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The Return of the Doctor

DOCTOR WHO HAS RETURNED!!!!!!!!

As you can tell I might be a little excited, and slightly enthusiastic about this momentous event. I have become a Doctor Who fan just in the last year, specifically last fall sometime in November when I was in Stratford-Upon-Avon, England and my professor showed me an episode. I was immediately hooked. So, like any good fan of a television show I immediately set out to catch up on what I had missed so far. The unfortunate thing about the series is that it is THE longest running show in the history of television, longer than MASH by a long shot, so I had to pick a spot to start at. Many people recommended to start with the ninth doctor played by Christopher Eccleston then to David Tennant the tenth doctor and go from there. So as soon as I returned home after semester in December I began watching what was to be approximately five years of television as fast as I could. I think I finished somewhere around March. And of course now that I'm caught up I have to watch the episodes in order as they come out, just like everyone else. Boo.

Anywho, the new series debuted in the UK April 4, but not until the 17th in the states (on BBC America I think). But seeing as I don't have cable I was thinking I'd have to sit around for ages until I befriended someone who did. Luckily I found a post in the comments area from a DW site by someone saying where to find the newest episodes. Thus, my journey began in downloading the first episode without David Tennant as the Doctor :( AKA, Matt Smith as the eleventh doctor. So far, I still love the show and the first episode back was amazing. But there was something missing, a spark, a facial expression, a voice inflection. Something. I'm sure it's just because it's only the first episode of a completely different character in a completely different body, thus new actor and personality and show writers. I hope they are able to locate that spark that the tenth doctor had and apply it liberally to the affected area-Matt Smith.

I'm also a fan of his newest assistant, though I hope she gets less wide-eyed and stops questioning every single thing. Though as I said before, I'm guessing it's just because it's the first episode, what else is she supposed to do. I did notice however there seems to be a bit more underlying sensuality to the dialogue. Where was that in the last series with Tennant? I just don't think it really fits with the new doctor, he's not very attractive in my books. The intro theme has been adjusted a bit and rerecorded and there is a new logo as well as the intro graphics and the tunnel of "timey-whimey"-ness the TARDIS hurls through. Speaking of the TARDIS, the inside is completely redone! It is not shown until the very end of the episode so the suspense is built. Though there are many new gadgets and staircases and nooks and crannies, it feels smaller on the inside than the tenth doctor's TARDIS did. (*Ahem, that's what she said). Maybe it's the ceiling that impedes to low or the shape of the walls or even the more orange color scheme, it just looks cramped. I expect things will pan out a bit in the future and more of it will be revealed. Oh! And there's no more ramp up to the middle, it just sort of get there. I was sad to lose the old TARDIS feel.

So that's it for now. A blurb and plug for the new Doctor Who series, make sure to catch it on BBC America or somewhere online, it is going to be fantastic!

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When My Resume Says "Detail Oriented"...

When I watch movies, especially when I watch movies I know well, I have this curiousity to locate all the little inconsistancies in the film. The parts where someone's hair was set one way and seconds later it's another way, or a tea cup is 2 inches to the left of where it was in the last shot. But the thing I find most pleasing to accomplish while film-watching is finding the spots that are dubbed over becuase the actors said their lines wrong! I just feel like I won a contest or got an A on a test. Something in me just always is looking for the little tricks in film or the places where the story is disrupted just the slightest. You'd think it was something sadistic towards the film makers or my inner psyche trying to ruin all movies for me due to something my mother said to me when I was an infant. But no, it's clearly just my own "healthy" neurosis.

For instance, tonight I'm watching Pride and Prejudice (2005) and, mind you, I've seen it about a million times, but I caught one part that was dubbed over by the Mr. Collins character when he, Lizzy, and Charlotte visit Lady Catherine de Bourgh's estate. It was just a blip on the screen that I saw, just a tad of a difference between what I heard and what I saw. So naturally I rewound it and watched it again about six more times. I can't help it!

Do any of you guys do this too, or something similar?

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Well THAT Was a Fail.

Ever have those FML days, or weeks, or school years? Yeah, I'm kind of in one of those right now. Well, okay, let me say that not all of me is an fail, just a certain aspect and there's nothing I can do about it. That's the worst part. The thing is the outcome of this event that is such an FML for me is a MLIG for two of my good friends so one part of me is definitely happy but the other part of me is just curled up in the corner sobbing and feeling lonely.

Yes, this blog might be a little emo.

It's one of those things that, although I can't fully let myself do yet, I'm going to have to give my life and emotions over to God. Let Him take care of it, let Him take care of me. Though I feel rejection and immediate need for redirection of focus in my life, I know that in time I'll be able to walk away from this feeling better than I do currently.

But that's enough emo for one post. Something more intelligent to come in the next post.

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Strange Ponderables

A short list of things I think about when I should be doing something productive:

-I'm turning 21 soon, I'm going to get to start looking at the drink menus at restaurants. I've never done that before!

-Why are my nails NEVER all the same length, right now I have 5 long and 5 short.

-My world is getting smaller and bigger at the same time. I just found out that my school friend's boyfriend's dad's favorite TV show is Top Gear, one I've recently come to love. I also just realized that I'm going to be living completely on my own in a matter of about 3 years.

-How wide are the lines between decoration, collection, and obsession and where to old books come into play?

-One of my supervisor's today completely analyzed my recent hair colour change and I actually really appreciated it. She answered all the questions I'd been asking myself about but couldn't ask anyone myself without looking pathetic and needy. And she liked the change!

And finally:

-I wonder if I can keep up BEDA for an entire year? Just a preliminary thought.

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Descriptlets, Volume 2

The goal is to write about something, a feeling, an object, an emotion without actually saying the word itself. These came from an exercise I did last semester while in England and Italy.

Theme: darkness.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel, somewhere far off in the distance was a pin-prick of white light growing larger by the second. Out bud lights were turned off-probably in order to help us sleep after our long flight. Someone's watch glows next to me showing the time of 11:32pm. Approaching the now very larger hole I realized that the light was only a street lamp. The stars twinkled above, bright, but hardly providing any usable light.

Theme: Colourful.

Our guide to the museum asked us how many shades we saw in the grass. One man shouted out immediately, "One! It's green!" But that was definitely not the answer our guide had in mind.

"No, look again. Are there not shades of different greens? And look, there are yellow flowers, purple in the stems, pink where the stems fade, brown in the dirt, black, mocha, grey, chestnut, and silver flecks also in the same soil. Look closer and I think you'll find a few more shades than green."

Theme: Senses.

The rumble of a large approaching vehicle shook my toes-al ten of them. It was probably still far off in any case. WE though it would be a good idea to at least be ready when it came. It was sweating hot and we were hoping for an air conditioned Sita bus. I zoned out at the bus stop and the next thing I knew I could smell the gas fumes and the bus we needed to take was 20 feet away. Desperately I looked around at my travel companions and tried to say something intelligent to make the bus stop. They only problem lay in my lack of knowledge of the Italian language. I could feel the panic rising in my throat, it tasted a lot like acid. ALmost out of hope that we would reach our destination before sunset I heard a small, sheepishly distinguishable, "'Scusie?"

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Examinee Biography

SPOILER: If by chance you are in a Tests and Measurements course at a Midwestern university right now, do not read this!

Note: This is a fake biography about a character I made up (influenced by a certain literature series) for my psych course where we are currently studying personality testing. It is a background, history, attributes, and motivation behind this character.

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I am a 17-year old girl who lives in England. I have long light blond hair, bright blue eyes, and very fair skin. I wear contacts most of the time but I have a pair of glasses and I have my ears and nose pierced. I’ve never officially had a boyfriend but I suspect many boys to have had crushes on me in the past. My parents come from a German background but I think I have some ancestors from Sweden too. I am average in height and weight for a girl my age (5’5” and 130lbs). I believe in a God but I’m not quite sure how much power he actually has over what happens in the world. I live at home with my parents during the summers and holidays and attend a boarding school in the south of England the rest of the year. My school is very well know in certain circles but often outsiders say they never even knew it existed. I am an only child but have many pets to keep me company when I’m at home. I have eight animals in total and three plants ranging from cats and kinkachoos (a type of small, adorable monkey) to daisies that I have grown into decorative chains as they mature.

Both my parents work for a living. My dad is an editor for a small magazine called The Scribbler about new inventions and the stories behind the people who invent them. My mom works as the head organizer for a non-profit organization that aims to give voice to the plights of the kinkachoos. The two kinkachoos that I have at home are in recovery from accidents they had while swinging between two very far apart trees and hopefully will be integrated back into their habitats within the year. Since neither of my parents have very high paying jobs we’ve always had to watch our budget. No fancy cars, no huge, new home, and no gym memberships. We did actually get very luck with our house. My mom inherited it from her great grandmother after she got married and we’ve been able to fix it up a bit. Our house is a very old patched together three-story with an attic and basement. Thanks to my dad’s handiwork the staircases no longer squeak and the living room has carpet. But one thing still persists. Strangely enough it was built leaning slightly to the right when viewed from the front. You can hardly tell but as it was constructed taller than it is wide, at a certain distance it resembles a birthday candle poorly placed atop a crooked cake. We have a garden and tire swing out back and a winding driveway through a tunnel of tall trees out front.

If someone were to ask me what types of things or people have made me who I am today I think I would have to say my dad and my school. I am very proud of my dad, he started up his magazine while at university and researched everything on his own, interviewed interesting people and published it free of charge with just the hope that one day it would grow into something bigger and better. After years of editing and interviewing he was able to start selling copies of the magazine and was able to hire others to help. While it is nothing in comparison to Science and Technology Today it still holds its own among a smaller population of readers. And for that I’m proud of my dad.

The other thing that has greatly shaped me as a person has been attending my boarding school, Gryffindale. I love my school and the people there so much, they have taught me how to stand up for others in need as well as encourage me to pursue my own dreams of becoming the editor my dad’s magazine when he retires. My friends are all from different backgrounds and I love getting to know their families through their stories. Unfortunately there is a very large divide between social groups at my school. I would have to say I’m in the “funky/artsy nerd” group but even though there’s everything from lacrosse teams and musicians to punk and kids who think they can do magic, complete with wands. But really, the huge divide is between a group of students who think they’re better than everyone else because their parents all have stock in the company that makes our food called SoQuexo, and the entire rest of the school. It’s like something out of an epic book plot. For some reason this is a huge money making stock and with money comes power and influence so those parents make up a good 60% of our school board. Recently my friends and I have formed an afterschool group to research and uncover the reason why these parents are so formative in how the school is run. We call it Rumbleroarf’s Army after our headmaster who we suspect is not one of the SoQuexo stockholders and wants to quell the parents’ power as well. I hope that my experience in this group will help me get involved with a career in editing or publishing.

Apart from my after school activities I very much enjoy knitting and walking through the woods on summer days. Kitting has always been a way for me to calm down and relax as well as use my creative spirit to make my mom and dad more scarves than they could wear all winter. I love walking through the woods because it also lets me relax and contemplate my life and absorb all the beauty in the trees and grass. Occasionally I’ll come across a chipmunk and watch it scramble to and fro until it leaps down a burrow. I also love hunting for faerie rings. Faerie rings are circles of delicate flowers placed by faeries to let humans know they had visited that spot. I believe that faeries exist and have many pictures and stories to prove it. When I was younger I invented a faerie catching device that my dad featured in his magazine under the article title, “Most Magical” invention idea. Unfortunately my idea never quite made it to production as my outlined drawings mysteriously disappeared. I suspect nargels. They are creatures that move things around after you’re sure you know where you had the item last. Often your stuff ends up in the most random places. I once found my shoes sitting on the windowsill in the attic!

Some people might say that believing in faeries and nargles are weaknesses in my character or my outlook on life. But I strongly disagree, why choose something so minute and non-consequential? Though I don’t like to admit it, my weaknesses lay more in the area of backing down from intimidating people. But as you can see through my after school group I’m currently working towards being more comfortable with standing my ground and not letting people walk over me just because they don’t understand me or think I’m less of a voice because my parents don’t have SoQuexo stock.

On the flipside, I think I have a very strong creative and artistic side to me. I am able to see the possibilities of a situation or person, I can think outside the box. I have an intuition towards what ideas will work (though I have to admit a fail on the faerie catching device, that didn’t quite pan out as I had hoped) and I can create something from nothing and make it look good to. I think I am also a good encourager to others and someone who always sees the sunny side of life despite obvious rainclouds. This is the strongest part of my personality, my optimism.

And optimism is what will have to get me through the next year if I don’t find a part time job. I am currently without a job but plan on applying to a few art stores in the area near my school as well as a couple newspapers and magazines as a young writer. I do help my dad with his magazine occasionally when I’m at home but I don’t get paid for it.

In short I’m a normal 17-year old. I have a great group of school friends that support me and value courage, bravery, loyalty, nerve and chivalry. I am a girl who has hopes and dreams, questions and concerns, and is aiming to find solutions to the world’s problems. Or at least starting with my high school.

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The Most Wonderful Moments in the World 2

Standing on a Hilltop and Screaming My Lungs Out

The ferocious, howling wind whips my hair into my eyes temporarily blinding me. As I remove the strands of obstruction I can see the view: tops of everything surrounds me, tops of hills, tops of far off cars, tops of low slung clouds, and tops of trees I hiked past on the way up. I'm standing atop a hill higher than the rest, higher than the tallest trees, higher than the sky itself. I peer out through the beginning of what will be a gloriously foggy midmorning. The sun hides somewhere behind the curtain of clouds and a low rumble of thunder sounds from deep within the land of Narnia.

Not sure of how long I have until the sky opens up and releases the contents of its clouds I decide what I'm going to say. Deliberating between screaming out a secret or a cry of emotion I eventually make my decision. By now I can hardly hear my own thought and I step up to the edge of the drop-off point located just a few feet in front of me. Testing out the current screaming conditions I open my mouth and immediately my breath is take from me by the whipping wind. I try again, leaning forward, arms outstretched, my yelp comes through. I shout into the wind, and as soon as my voice leaves my lips it is gone, lost in the wind, swept away into the abyss of fog, clouds, and the rushing loss of inhibition.

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Please Stand By

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Notice: Difficulties may have been due to 1) being in the photo lab from 6:30pm to 4am or 2) Didn't have computer access during those times.