Sunday, October 26, 2008


See how sad and lonely the new banner is? There are just three stick people there.

Kay, now, go read the blog below this one. I'll wait.





Done? Good.

Do you feel inspired to go do something? GOOD. Do it. Then, send me an email at and tell me what you want to do, or did. For every email I receive on this topic, I will put another stick figure on the banner. Help me feel every inch of that there banner people! You can do it!

10.27.08 EDIT: I would like to stress that this 'do something' campaign is not something FOR YOU. It was meant to be a plan to better the community, like the below post mentioned. Those of you who have already submitted a plan, thank you, and I've added your stick figure, however I realized I was not specific in my explanation of what your goal was meant to be, and I'm sorry for that.



Lately you've heard how beautifully my life has been going (Homecoming was great--I'll post pictures later), but we have to always remember that there are places in the world where poverty is much more common than middle class. Millions, if not billions, of people all of the planet are struggling to find the basic necessities of human life: food, water, shelter, and love. Children and adults both are entrapped in a society where lack of these things is the norm. It is our duty, in the middle class America, to reach out to those who cannot fend for themselves. We, who are also down in this economic struggle, need to give what little we can to those who have even less. I suppose saying it is our duty is too powerful. Rather, it is our honor, our ability, and our right to help those who need help. God tells us to love everyone. We need to follow this command. Everyone must follow this: white, black, Christian, Atheist, Hutu, Tutsi. It does not matter. We need to set life aside just for two seconds and give a little love. Let me be a dork for a moment quote Gilmore Girls, "I just hope to travel the world, spread some love, and see if it will grow." Well, since I am 15 and not able to travel without sacrificing my ideal of the need of an education, I'm spreading my love from the comfort of my own home. To do this, I've found some amazing charities which are in dire need of love. And if you are like me and like to get a little for your giving, there are many cases in which you can simply buy off their site and everything funnels directly back to the cause. Please. I'm begging you. Help.

Invisible Children. This organization tells the stories of many children in Northern Uganda. These kids are driven from their homes at night by rebel armies who force the kids to work as soldiers. If you refuse to join them, you die. If you want to go home, you die. If you show weakness at all, you die. These are not all teenagers. Some are younger than eight years old. Some are forced to kill their brother or sister or best friend. Some are used to catch other children. Here, you can join the bracelet campaign or simply buy a t-shirt. DVDs are also available to tell the story of the Invisible Children movement. If you want to see a Hollywood version, check out Fall Out Boy's "I'm Like a Lawyer.../Me & You" music video. All money goes directly back to Ugandans.

To Write Love On Her Arms. This organization centers in America and helps people struggling with depression, addiction, masochism, and suicide. Many popular rock and alternative bands including Anberlin, Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, Mayday Parade, Meg and Dia, and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus have gotten involved and work to raise money. They have also traveled to India to help with slavery. All proceeds go to helping people get out of these awful situations, and getting back to life. You can, once again, buy stuff to donate, or just send money to the address listed ont the website.

These are just two cases. Never turn down an opportunity to help someone else. Please, everyone, all three of you who check my website out. Please reach out.

Friday, October 24, 2008

My Perfect Homecoming

The night before the first big dance
I recall what I have done.
I forgot to grab a picture packet.
I forgot to sign up for a paper that tells our names.
I forgot to get you a bootineer.
(My corsage was purchased for another).
I only have two hours to get ready.
I don't know where we're going to dinner.
I'm not sure how to do my hair,
Or where I placed my necklace.
My make-up might just go all wrong.
Did I lose that wrap I used to have?
Which purse shall I wear?
I'm not a great dancer, but I guess neither is he.
Slow-dancing is always awkward; how bad with it be?
Where did I set that strapless bra?
Is the camera charged?


I'm excited. =]

Monday, October 20, 2008


He posted the lyrics to my favorite song in his status on instant messenger.

He made me laugh with a comment on my MySpace picture.

He's smart.


Good music taste.



(But not so much it's gross.)

And....I like him too. =]

I is happy.

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Chronicles Of a Brace Face

Yep. I got braces. Fun, right? Lucky it doesn't affect my fingers. I had a lisp before but NOW? God, it's atrocious. Disgustingly so.

Jade Puget mentioned "Twilight" in his blog. That was amazing to me. Don't know why.

I feel everything shifting in my world, you know? Suddenly I feel very teenage. I mean, I am teenage. But I'm not like the average boy obsessed girl. But I like this guy, you see, and now everything's kind of changing. It's like, suddenly I just want him to talk to me. Look at me during class. IM me when he's on. Contradict me when I say that I'm ugly or fat or stupid or a bad writer (okay, so he did the last one! =DDD the rest I've never said). There's a football game tonight, and my friend invited me to go to meet this guy who she thinks I'd be perfect with. I talked to him over texts today and I was just like, "Yeah, no." He's a nice guy and all. Too nice, I think. It's like I have MY guy perfectly mapped out in my head. remember that list I did a few months ago about my perfect guy? I'm going to go back and comment on those. Comparing them to my crush. =]

June 11, 2008

My guy has to read Twilight. I demand it of him. (CHECK!)

And he has to love music. Not hip-hop though. He can’t be a G. He should like my kind of music. But I’m open to suggestions. So if he wants to introduce me to other music, that’s cool. Or if we have a band that he loves but I detest, I think it’d be cute to fight over… (CHECK!)

He has to know me as well as he knows himself. And vice versa. (He knows a lot about me...)

He has to not only understand but be fluent in sarcasm. (Check!)

And a massive sense of humor is necessary. (CHECK!)

He should be a little strange. You know, so we match. But not like freakishly so. (Check!)

He should read. I mean, like, outside of Twilight. (Check!)

No drugs. No alcohol. No cutting. (CHECK!!!!!)

Being able to sing is a major plus! (Not enough data to properly assess)

Intelligence. If I can’t have conversations without him saying, “HUH?” every five seconds, then BUH-BYE. (CHECK!)

He should take me to concerts. That’d be sweet! (He would, if were were dating. And if I were allowed to go on dates. And if one of us had a car and could legally take the other around in it...)

In every dream I have about my Prince Charming, he’s always hot. So, you know, if my man could be even SLIGHTLY attractive, that’d be great. (I will quote Ella Fitzgerald: He may not be the man some girls think of as handsome...)

And a sense of style is awesome. Emo, skater, hick, prep, I don’t care. Whatever you wear, wear it well. (Not too bad. But he's not wearing socks with his sandals, so we're good)

We should ALWAYS be on the same page. (Not yet. =[)

He must respect my fears. That means no bridges, Chihuahuas, goats, or horror movies. (He knows them. But he hasn't been given the chance to prove himself here yet)

If he squeezes my sides, he must DIE. (Not yet! =])

This is a new one on my list, but he should believe in God. This ties into the one that’s two above this one. (Not yet, but I think he COULD)

I want him to do my sports with me. And attempt to teach me his. (He's not a sporty guy, and I don't really think this one applies anymore.)

Oh. He can’t hate AFI. That just doesn’t fly with me. (They're okay in his terms. But he has not listened to "Sing the Sorrow" yet)

And if I want to do dumb childish things, like watch a Disney movie, go to a carnival, or go out for ice cream, he should be 158% on board. (He'd be the first to suggest it!)

Oh my gosh what's wrong with me. I spent an entire blog talking about a BOY. D=