What You Can Find On My iPod

Rules: Grab your iPod/MP3 player. Go your list of songs and pick your favorite song from each letter category. (Example: S: Strawberry Fields by the Beatles)  Once you've completed the whole alphabet, tag someone!

A- Arms by Christina Perri (Or Angel by Sarah McLachlan. I can' decided. xD)
B- Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park
C- The Cave by Mumford and Sons or The Crow & The Butterfly by Shinedown. I really couldn't decide.
D- Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna
E- Everybody by Ingrid Michealson
F- Okay, three of my favorite songs ever are in the 'F' category. So, it would be: Fireburning by Sean Kingstong, Fix You by Coldplay and Forever by Chris Brown.
G- The Game Has Changed- Tron Soundtrack (Only 'G' song I have right now. xD)
H- Halo by Beyonce (which I'm doing my solo to this year!)
I- I Like to Dance by Hot Chelle Rae
J- Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri
K- Keep Your Head Up by Andy Grammer(Only K song I have...)
L-The Lonely by Christina Perri or Leave Out All The Rest by Linkin Park
M- The Middle by Jimmy Eat World (If you're down, this is the song to listen to!)
N- Never Say Never by The Fray (I'm The Fray's #1 fan. Seriously.)
O- One Thing by Finger Eleven
P- Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People of Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO
Q- Um, I have none...
R- Runaway by Maroon 5 (Also a huge fan of Maroon 5, just so you know...)
S- I have a lot of songs in 'S', so I'm going to go with my current obsession and say Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heros ft. Adam Levine (Lead singer of Maroon 5.)
T-That Green Gentleman by Panic! At the Disco
U- No 'U', sorry.
V- Viva La Vida by Coldplay (Only V I had. xD)
W- With You by Chris Brown
Y-Your Melody (ft. Jake Broido) by DaveDays
Z- Zombie by Natalia Kills

Wow, I have a lot repeat artist. I DO have a wide variety of music, just not on my iPod yet. It took me around two months just to get 100 songs. xD

Anyway, I tag....Ovias, Angie, Greeshma, and Areesha! Well, actually I tag everyone, but those people because I feel like making them do this. DO IT. XD Thanks for reading!

Oh, and as a kind of P.S, I want to squeal about how I found out I made a 20 at the tryouts and the highest score was a 23. I don't know how many other girls got 20's or above, but I feel good knowing that. :D

With Much Love,

Because I have nothing else to do...

Because I have nothing else to post about, I'm going to show you a few new clothes items I got. Since I'm...frugal at times, I got these on sale at K-Mart. They were 40% off their already marked down price. Half of them were around 5 bucks.

When I took the pictures I began to have too much fun with it, which explains all the ridiculous poses. I think I had too much soda, but that's okay. Maybe.

There is one sparrow falling, like it's dead. YAY, HAPPINESS!

Just so you know, this isn't my room. My room is messy, just not this bad. 

I was falling...xD

Dis is my shirt and this shirt is mine. 

So, I originally took these photos to show friends, but ended up having too much fun with my camera. xD I've also found that flash isn't always a bad thing. I use to hate it with all my might, but now I kind of like it...

Wait, what? I'm the girl that cursed flash every time she used it. I like flash now. Cool, right?

Anyway, I'll stop rambling.
With Much Love,

*insert an insane amount of girly screaming*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I DID IT! I DID IT!

I was moved up! :D My dance teacher JUST called and told me that I moved up to the next class. And guess what! She said I was the only one.

I think that's a good thing, right?

AHHHHH! I'm very, very happy. I hope I can do as well as I did at the try outs this year. I start tonight, even if it is late notice. Yayayayayay! I'll be doing the same old jazz, ballet and hip-hop this year. But in a different class. With girls my height. Holy freakin' crap. YAY!

Okay, I'll stop rambling. I'm just happy. I guess this means I should actually take a shower...oh, snap. xD

With Much Love,

If You Have A Psychopathic Cat...

This what you should know.

#1- Never go to sleep wearing anything that does not cover you from head to toe.

Many psychopathic cat owners don't realize that at night they are most vulnerable. To their homicidal and crazy cat, this is the time to put into action the plan they were stringing together all day while tearing up your carpet.

If you wear anything that exposes your legs, prepare to wake up with legs that look they were attacked with a cheese grater.

If you tend to leave your feet dangling off the edge of the bed, prepare to have no foot in the morning.

If, you perhaps, move in your sleep, prepare to be pounced on every time you do.

Finally, if you don't wake up before 4:00 AM, prepare to be meowed at till you get up and feed your cat.

#2- Never walk through the house barefoot.

Psychopathic cats get bored very easily, but when it comes to attacking something, well, that never gets old. Your psycho cat will most likely be lurking behind some corner or under the couch, ready to pounce on your nude and unprotected feet. Beware, it's painful.

This is also dangerous to your insane cat. Once pounced on, your reaction will be to squeal then kick, hard, and send your cat flying. This may result in injuries to your cat.

#3- Never leave food out. Ever.
Psychopathic cats have the ability to tell when food is out and open from any point in the house. When they do, they make an easy plan to eat said food. And, usually, their plan is executed perfectly.

Also, if they happen to 'cat beg' for food, don't give in to those great big, beautiful eyes. As soon as you give in and offer them a piece, they'll give it a few quick licks then abandon it, because they're 'too good'.

And, finally...
#4- Never leave anything out that you don't want a cat on.

If you leave your favorite shirt out, don't be surprised when you find it covered in white/black/orange hair within the hour. Your cat will lay on anything you remotely care about just to tick you off.

I hope my rules have helped you and will save you from much grief.
Thank You,
A Fellow Psychopathic Cat Owner

With Much Love,

How To Be Cool

Step #1.

Know someone at the U.S National Whitewater Center.

Step #2.

See that said person and tell them your shirt size.

Step #3.

Let that person buy you a USNWC T-shirt.

Step #4.

Walk around and know you're awesome.

Like the cheesy/fake perky look? You know you do...

:]

With Much Love,

(Oh, and before I forget: Thank you, shygurl94 for following! I really do appreciate it! Check out her blog, Me, Myself and I! It's really, really cool!)

I'm sick of seeing people hurt. I'm sick of seeing people stuck in the darkness, waiting for the faintest glimpse of light.

I'm sick of seeing so many tears, painful glances and burden hearts.

I'm sick of crushed lives and defeated souls.

I'm sick of seeing the reflection of me in other people. It scares me, almost, to know people have struggle. I hate knowing that others face some of things I have. There are paths I wish no one would stumble upon, yet they do.

So, I made a promise to love. To love everyone, nonstop. Every time I feel unloved, I will love. You get it? Who cares if I have no one to love me, even if I know that's not true. I can be the lover and give love to those who have never experienced it. I made the promise long ago and hope to keep it, as long as I live.

So, person, whoever you are, that feels unloved, alone and afraid. I love you. It might sound strange, but I freakin' love you. And I'm not the only one. God loves you. Yeah, cheesy, right? Well, he does and always will.

I love you. God loves you. I think thats all you need, but I promise you...you'll get more love.

Never forget to love.

M&M's and Stereo Hearts

M&M's. I'm sure they have, like, crack in them. I'm addicted.
I use to like Skittles better. Ha! Forget you, Skittles. M&M's are where it's at.
(If you haven't figured it out, this one of those pointless post filled with a bunch of random crap.)

Now, that being said, I'll show my favorite song of the week.

Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heros (ft. Adam Levine)

You know what's funny? Travie McCoy looks like my brother Aaron...except with a ton of tattoos, plugs and more tattoos. I don't think Aaron would EVER get that many tattoos. In fact, he doesn't even have one.

If I had to get a tattoo, I think I'd get one right behind my ear or on the inside of my wrist. Of what, I'm not sure, but it would be something cool. Nothing lame like a name or heart. I think a simple cross would be cool. Maybe the fire fairy symbol. (Long story.)

I would really like a tattoo, but I'm WAYYYY to afraid of needles. Actually, they don't scare me as much. This year alone I've had to have gotten at least six needles shoved in me due to all my visits to the doctor's. It doesn't really hurt and I'm one of those people who HAVE to look at the needle. I can't look away; it drives me crazy when I do.

I think I will put this insanity to an end with a clip of my (don't die of shock) writing.
Yeah, I said it.
My writing. 


Okay, I've given you some of my writing before. Like the Ella Bententon story.
But this is something a LITTLE newer.(Okay, so they're not that new. More like last year new...but, hey, take what you can get.) Enjoy. Or don't. It doesn't really matter to me. Really. (Blufffffinnggg)

These are small, journal-like clips before each chapter from my main characters point of view.

“It was like walking through a realistic dream. You're not sure if everything is real or if you really are dreaming. It's not until you're jolted awake by some unknown force that you realize it was just a dream and there's no need to worry.

            But, in my case, I was never pulled out of my dream. I only stayed there—forever.

            All I knew, with out a doubt, was that Sol was there, real, and alive. Sol was my only key to sanity. His breathing was a reminder that I could suck in this foreign air myself. His clouded eyes telling me to trust him, even if I can't always understand the world around me. It was him, that towering black horse, that kept me alive those few, never-ending weeks.”

            “I had no clue what was going on. I had no clue who I was. I had no clue where I was. Heck, I was beginning to believe that I didn't even know what a clue was. All I knew was that  I was stuck in some white box and they constantly were poking, prodding and hooking me up to unpleasant machines that made all sorts of annoying, repetitive noises. When they swung open the doors that day and I saw her, the woman with legs as long as I was tall, walk through the door I thought it was the end. They were done examining me, like some lab experiment, and I wasn't going to be let out into the wild, like some animal. No, there was only one way to dispose of me, and that was locking me away, forever, in the confines of death.

            But, I was wrong.

            They let me go. Just like an animal. Well, almost. The let me go into the hands of my new family. Into the hands of the new life I'm supposed to create with these people, when I don't even know who I am.

            They put me into the hands of the Press family. Doug, Annie and Coal Press, my new family. My new start. My old quest for answers though, will never leave.”

Want to read more? I thought not. 

xD

With Much Love,

Dance Tryouts (A Really Short Recap)

Well, dance try outs were Tuesday. Needless to say, I'm sore. Very sore.

Two ladies from some place (I'm so smart. Don't be jealous.) came by the studio to do the try outs. They were sisters and thank-da-LORD they weren't really intimidating. They were actually very, very nice. We stretched until they got there. Mrs. C passed out our numbers and lucky me got my favorite number, 6! The first thing we did was Ballet, which was lead by the calmer, more...ballet-like sister. It was funny how the types of dances they taught fit their personalities.

We did barre (bar) work for a little while. Then she had us do some pretty combinations across the floor. If I remember correctly, it was balance, balance, two shanay turns, arabesque forward (arms in third, I think), back, and then sashay, step, something-or-other jete, then do it one more time.

I'm so sure you wanted to know that.

Anyway, I was confident with everything except my balances. I would get confused while doing them. Maybe I was putting too much thought into them, I don't know. I also had trouble with my arms in the balances. They were suppose to to go to high third and then low third, but I ended up looking like I was waving down a cab in some eccentric manner.

After that, we did  this combination with just our legs. We did a lot of leg lifting. Ouch. I still feel that one. We then left that to do a bunch of jumping. Double ouch. We had to go through all the positions of the feet, jumping (I'm not sure what else to call it. xD) four times in each, landing in a plie, of course. Then we went through jumping twice in every position, then once. We were to make no noise while landing. I failed. Terribly. I think I sounded like bricks hitting the floor. I was terribly sore after that.

We were allowed a stretching break, then went right back into it. We did another ballet combination, which I liked. It was really pretty to watch the girls who can actually dance do it.

Another break was given after the final ballet combination and then we headed into Jazz. Jazz. Was. Fun.

We danced to 'The Way You Make Me Feel' by Michael Jackson. I actually really, really like it. I won't describe the whole routine we learned to the song, but it was a blast. Sure, I messed up about every other step, but I kept on going and putting everything into it. I actually had a small attitude, which I usually don't convey for my dancing, only for my mother. ;]

After much sweating, getting frustrated, laughing, telling Haley that she wouldn't die, and dancing hard, it was over. I headed over to my friends house to spend the night and shove candy into my mouth and watch Tangled.

Anddddd I'm still sore. I've been stretching to help it out and in-between school subjects, dancing. I want to become a great dancer. I really do. So, maybe I'll actually work hard and try and become one. Crazy idea, huh? :]

With Much Love,

August the Duck

Monday, I was sitting up in my friends younger sibling's tree house reading.
Suddenly Elijah, the younger brother yells, "DUCK!". Now, you have to understand that Hannah and I had been pestered by him already and our minds immediately went into defense mode, so, we ducked. It took Elijah a few tries to actually get us to believe there was a duck in their back yard.

Okay, okay. So it's a duck. No big deal. But, really, how many times do you find a wild duck just wandering around in your back yard? It's in the middle of town and the only close water source is a river...with turbines and a dam. So, I don't think it came from there. And we go down to the river and never see any ducks there.

We were scared it couldn't fly at first because when Elijah chased it (we didn't tell him to), it didn't fly away. It had no band on it's leg and no clipped wings. But, when Elijah said he saw it fly down from the storage building; that was when he yelled duck.

We spent some time out there, the whole family, saying 'hi' to the duck. We all agreed it was a mallard because of it's colors and when I showed my mother the pictures I snapped of it she said it looked like it too. (My mom is one of those people that knows all these things. She IS a walking encyclopedia. I'm jealous of her.)

Before I left Hannah's house, Elijah, Hannah and I created a name for her because she had lingered there all afternoon. I suggested something with an 'M'. I thought that was fitting. At the end, we were torn between the name of the bread we fed to her, Merita, or August, for the month we were in and, well, because we liked the name. And as the blog title suggest, she ended up with the name August.

I meant to ask how August is doing, if she's still hanging around...

Now, I will show you some of the photos I got of her. She got fairly close to me, but I still had to crop some of them. :D

I finally got a Candid of Hannah. Whenever I try and take a picture of her, she always has to smile or do SOMETHING that takes away from my artistic ideas. Just kidding, Hannah, just kidding. (Sort of. STOP SMILING. ;D)

Enjoy!

With Much Love,

My Week (in only pictures)

When words fail, pictures replace.
And needless to say; I had a very, very good week for the most part.

This Tuesday school starts back and I have dance tryouts. Pray= REALLY, REALLY AWESOME (and NEEDED). So, prepare for my insanity to leak into my blog.

Oh, wait...it already has? Oops.

With Much Love,