HoUsE ♥ ♥

Well, see, there is this tv show, right, and its called House, and its pretttttttty freaking amazing. i love it. annnyways, i would want it to be a movie becase just one episode isnt enough. like, i hate watching the show and then having to wait until the next tuesday to watch the other episode, so maybe if there was a movie, like, it would be a nice long movie and i dunno, it would be nice. :) im pretty sure that i would keep the same characters b/c if there were any other people playing those parts, then it wouldnt be as good. the main plot that i would focus on is what the show usually does, but i think instead of it being so medical, it be more personal and we get to know the characters even more. but yah, that would be my choice.



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Big Fish ::

im sure my parents had a tough time before i was born. My mom was already dealing with the fact that she had given birth to two boys and was most likely wanteding a girl this time. Then you have my father, who was most likely wishing for another boy. They were also having a tough time dealing with two kids, and being new parents is though, and now they are having another child. The fact that their budget will have to be more tight now that they have to deal with another child is prolly frustrating. im sure finding more space in their house was also difficult . i was creating problems before i was even born :( haha. but yah . im sure my parents are more happy now that im older and now that they dont have to deal with having another child.

sMeLLs tHAt bRInG mE BaCK <3

alllllright, so anytime i smell stink bait, like, when you use for fishing, it always reminds me of when i was little and i used to go fishing all of the time. like seriously. almost everyday with my friends jeremy and jeffrey. jeremy always brought this stink bait and like, we would dip our worms in it and it smells really really bad. but i guess the fish liked it or something. it sits in a jar that makes it almost look like peanut butter, so when i see or smell peanut butter, it kinda reminds me of it. but yah, and sometimes when im around a lake and i smell someone using it, it takes me back to that time when i used to go fishing. but it does smell reallly realllllllly bad. haha.




Keri

SSssooOoRrRRRyYY **

Dear person that im sorry,

im sorry that i always think that im right, when in reality, im usually the perosn that is wrong. i blame you for things that you didnt do, just to make me seem like the good perosn in the situation. but thats not the case. i probably make you feel bad at times and dont worry , it makes me feel bad too . but i know that our personalities are too much the same, so we are both stuborn people and we both think we are right. it sucks most of the times. but im sorry and i should learn how to take responsibility for my actions and not always fight when i know im wrong. well . thats all i needed to say . byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye





Keri

OOOH GOSH.

Dear Diary,

So this Keri girl right? Shes one of my closest friends, but there is just something about her that annoys the heck outta me. Alright- she always tells these little random stories. Well, they should be little, but she seems to always drag them out. Half of the time, they dont even make sense. But she seems to enjoy telling them. She could take a story that might be a minute long, and take it and make it seem like 10 minutes before shes done. She also adds things that didnt actually happen. Some times, they can be interesting - and make me laugh, but other times, they seem to get on my nerves. Keri thinks the stories will make me and my other friends laugh histerically, but nope, its the other way around. sometimes we might laugh just to make her feel better. Well, now that i vented, i feel better.



Addie. <3

hooooooopedale **

Hopedale would have been pretty boring, just like it is now. It would most likely been full of old people, just like it is now. The would have prolly had a school though, unlike now. I doubt my house would have been there because its pretty new. I mean, not totally new, but it wouldn't have been there 100 years ago. Our town most likely wouldnt have been as large either. Since like, we have recently added houses to the outskirts of Hopedale. There were also prolly some stores, but they would most likely not be here now, but we do have some buildings that look really old, but they arent being used, so if i were to guess, they were prolly stores at one point in time. No matter how many years hopedale is around - it will always be boring and full of old people who annoy me :[

OH SPRING <3

I can always tell when spring is near when it's softball season. That first day we go outside and practice, is amazing. The smell of the field's dirt and the grass brings back memories of past seasons. It practically makes me loooove spring. Once summer is over and we're back in school, the only thing i look forward to is spring, because i know that there's going to be softball every day. The only thing that i dont like about having softball in spring is that spring has the weirdest weather. One day it will be like 60 and then the next it will be snowing. Then a week later, we could have floods. But nevertheless. i love spring, and its my favorite.

my ODDDDD habit.

Alright, so basically i dont really have anything that i do thats odd or out of the ordinary. I guess sometimes when im nervous, bored, or thinking about something, i bounce my right leg up and down. It sometimes makes people mad, like when im at a basketball game or just sitting on a bleacher with other people, and i start shaking my leg, then the whole bleacher starts shaking. I also have a really bad habit of cracking my ankles(which isnt so good when im driving, b/c when i have to crack it, i have to, or it bugs the heck outta me), fingers, neck, and especially my back. I usually do it when there are awkward silences. Dont ask why. Well, i guess this isnt a habit, but its kinda odd - my upper chest and my neck becomes really blotchy when i either get embarrassed(usually that one), when im singled out, mad, really happy(dunno why) or over heated. i pretty much hate it and i get really embarrassed when it happens, which pretty much makes it worse. but whatever. Um.... so thats pretty much it. Laaater :]

**iRoNiC ??

Cleaning my room. The most annoying thing in the world. It would definitely be nice to have a maid or something to do all the work for me. Then i would have time to do things other than the stupid chore of cleaning my room.


50 years later..

OOOOHHH GOSHHH. Can't people learn to clean up after themselves? Is it really that hard to throw your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper or throw some trash in the garbage? It really must be difficult, seeing as these people can't pick up a sock if their life depended on it. If i have to take one more piece of food that is growing mold on it, from the refrigerator, i think im gonna throw the towel in. quit. just quit. But i can't. This is my job. Yuuup. I'm a maid for some wealthy family who has better things to do than clean up after their filthy selves. I guess it's all ironic though, now that i think about the days when i was a kid, and never wanted to clean up after myself. i always wanted a maid to do the job for me. Now look at what i am.

b@rb!3 ***

Alright, so my child hood toy was a barbie. They were pretty much my life from age 6-10 years old. I had every barbie asscessory you could think of. Cars, hair brushes, shoes, pools, houses, jewelery, pets, clothes. I only had barbies at my dads house, which i visited everyother weekend. That meant i didnt see them everyday, so when that weekend rolled around, it excited me, and made me all the more happy to go to my dads house. Most of the time i would create little stories with them. Usually my cousins, which were close to my age, came over too. The worst part was deciding who would get to use the ken doll. I only had 2, but i had over 20 girl barbies. My brother also knew that we had this obsession over the ken dolls, so one day, being the demon brother that he can be, went downstairs and TORE the head off of one of my ken dolls. I was devestated. It was also my favorite of the two ken dolls. It was the ken whos beard would grow if you put it under cold water, but then came off if you put hot water on it. He also had the real(well, real for a barbie) hair. But anyways, i pretty much adored my barbies, and im not gonna lie, i think they still might be in a huge bin in the basement of my dads house. i might have to check on that one. - and if you were wondering what my next favorite childhood toy was, it was an Easy Bake Oven :]





K3R!**

BabY <3

Dear my future child.
I really hope that you are a girl. ive always wanted a girl and if you are, then ill be especially happy :D . Ive been thinking about names for you already. I love the name Joslynn and Madison. I hope you like it to. I making sure that you won't be made fun of when youre in school because your name isnt very weird, like some of the actor and actresses baby's name. They've been naming them things like Apple. I promise you that i will never put you through the agony and embarrassment of having a name like that. I will not spoil you, but i wont reject you either. You'll earn my respect, but ill never stop loving you. Ill make you do chores, but you'll get an allowance, so dont worry. I wont ever make you be someone that you dont want to be. I'll never pressure you into being perfect. I just want you to be the best you can be :] I would tell you about the world, and what its like, but knowing the United States and all the technology we have, the world will be different than it is now. Well. i love you future child :]

.. oh hawaii

alright. so i once had a dream that i was in one of the the troical islands of hawaii. it was sunny, unlike the previous time i was there. i was with the girls i had traveled with when i had went there before. they were all pretty amazing and always had a verrrrrrry great time with them. the dream brought me back to the time me, hillary, sydney and tish were all in this convienant store, The ABC store to be exact. They were on every block. Anyways, we were walking around and then sydney said she noticed some random guy who looked like the bass guitarist from greenday, and im like yah whatever, but i sorta believed her b/c i only knew what the led singer looked like. anyways, she kept urging me to talk to him, so finally as he was walking out of the store, i said " are you from the band - " and he cut me off and said " yes i am." and walked off. As i went to run after him to try and get his autograph ... My alarm clock cut off the best part and i was faced with the realization of figuring that it was just a dream. i layed there wanting to fall back to sleep. as i layed there i thought about what actually happened. everything was true up to the part where i started to run after him. i think thats why i always wake up before i can catch up to him.

Eggs in my Brain ??

The little hairs that are placed all over their body and they way their legs moved made me swirm all over. As a child, i had plenty of fears like darkness, clowns, and monsters, but spiders where the number one. Squishing the little black aracnid under my foot gave me chills as i could feel it crunching under the rubber of my shoe. The fear started when my brother told me a story that give me the willies. Before he let me in on this story, spiders weren't such a big deal to me. I sometimes would actually take daddy long legs and pick of the legs one by one and watch them move after the detatchment from their body. As my brother told me this story i became horrified. He told me that some lady was sleeping in her bed one night and not aware that a spider was crawling into her ear and eventually entering her brain. There the spider laid eggs which eventually hatched. After awhile, the lady passed away. By the end of this horrific story, i was in tears. How in the world could i sit there and pluck legs out of a spider when it would plant eggs in my brain. From then on, spiders have been and always will be my biggest fear.

my definition of a PoEm **

Hello there,

So I'm supposed to write a blog about i think a poem is. Well there are a toooon of answers for this question. To me, a poem is something meaningful. Most poems that i have read have meaning to them. They can put you in a place and time, and almost make you feel like you're really there. But there are also poems that have hidden and secret meanings to them. Those are the hardest to understand, but when you do, it feels nice. Almost like you understand those person's thoughts. For people who write poems, its almost a way to express themselves without really talking to a certain someone. It also helps unjumble emotions that they might have. Most poems are trying to tell people something. Whether it's important or just a random bit of information. The way i see it, poems are almost like a personal journal writen in poem format.


until next time,


Kurrr